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cheolhub · 1 year

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FORGIVE ME? ⌇MIN YOONGI ࿐

— PROMPT: in which yoongi needs you to forgive him for neglecting your sexual needs and saying things he didn’t mean. good thing he knows a perfect way to prove he’s sorry.

— PAIRING: yoongi x f!reader

— GENRE: hurt/comfort, established relationship, smut minors dni

— WORD COUNT: 2.87k

— WARNINGS: stress, overthinking, self-doubt, a bit angsty, yoongi being a bit careless w words— oral (f. receiving), pet names, praise, yoongi w long hair (🫣)(lmk if i missed anything)

— A. NOTE: long awaited… fun fact, this has been in my drafts since mid-july LOLOL anyways, hopefully you all enjoy <3

yoongi likes to think that he is a good boyfriend. at the very least, it’s what you deserve. he spoils you, pampers you, and loves you to the moon and back. you are the best thing life has had to offer him. he makes sure you know, too– endless praise, expensive gifts (that you’ve told him to stop buying), and mind-blowing sex. you name it and he’ll provide it.

but yoongi has been stressed as of late. you can see it in his one-worded responses. you can see it in his constant straight facial expression. you can see it in how he’s been shrugging off your touch. it’s not you, he’d promised, but it’s hard not to think otherwise when he avoids you like the plague.

you decide to take matters into your hands, his stress causing your unwarranted panic and your lack of attention has you worried beyond belief.

you crawl to the edge of your shared bed where he stands and you sit on your knees. “yoongi…” you mumble, hands pawing at his belt. “hi… i was just waiting for you to come home,”

and god, you look so fucking pretty to yoongi. your pretty hair, your pouty, plush lips, your gorgeous doe eyes– everything is just so perfect. even still, he can’t seem to find the drive to give you what you need. a good orgasm. especially not today. not on this no-good, very bad day where everything has managed to piss him off.

“It’s late, Y/N,” he sighs, hand pushing a strand of hair out of your face. “go to bed.” you frown, ignoring his words. you attempt to unbuckle his belt, but his hand catches your wrist. “baby, i don’t–”

you grow frustrated as he protests, “why?!” you huff out.

he’s losing his patience, the rest of the day catching up with him as he’s kept it cool and collected for the entirety of it. “lose the attitude, Y/N, i’m tired and i don’t have time for this.”

“this?” you scoff referring to yourself. your heart swells in your chest in the worst possible way, hoping he didn’t truly mean that. “yoongi, you have time for everything else but you don’t have time for ‘this?’ don’t have time for me?”

he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, “listen, i don’t want to fight, okay? i just want to sleep,”

“can you just–”

“Y/N! i don’t want to talk to you right now, alright?” he snaps and he can’t even think about the harsh words before they tumble out of his mouth. “stop being a fucking brat for once in your life, and just go to sleep.”

your eyes widen, never hearing such a tone from him. you feel your heart climbing up your throat and you can’t tell what you’re more upset about– the fact that you were brutally rejected or the way he thought you were some spoiled brat. does he really not want you? did he really think you were that much of a brat? is he completely revolted by you that he can’t even talk to you?

your mind was going a million miles per second, new profound insecurities appearing. you slowly retreat, muttering a soft ‘night’ under your breath as you go under the covers and turn off the lamp, leaving a now remorseful yoongi to stand in the dark.

maybe it wasn’t working, you think to yourself. maybe it was you, perhaps you were too needy for his liking? the endless maybe’s pour into your head. the maybe’s that defended yoongi’s odd behavior and the ones that pit him against you. you then begin to wonder why he was coming home so late every night, why he was in such a bad mood with you, and why he hasn’t touched you in over a week. was he avoiding you? cheating?

you tend not to overthink these things because yoongi reassure you how much he loves you without you even asking for it, but it’s been so long since you’ve even had a conversation with him. maybe… it is over?

and while the tears roll down your face, yoongi lies on the other side regretfully. the look on your face had his insides twinged. he feels sick knowing that you lay next to him, dejected and heavy-hearted, probably overthinking his behavior towards you. he wants to say something, anything… but he can’t find the coherent words to make sure you know he loves you more than anything.

so, he promises to make it up to you tomorrow.

you slept horribly, your mind overrode by last night's encounter with your boyfriend. you had decided to ignore your mind for the day and focus on comforting yourself in hopes that you’d forget about his harsh tone and snippy words and that frustrated face that you hope you’d never see again.

you don’t even realize the time you’ve spent curled up in front of the tv in your living room till you hear the front door open. you turn your head in shock noticing yoongi standing there looking at you.

you want so desperately to say something, but all you can think about is how he shot you down. so, you simply turn back to the tv, pretending to be focused on that instead. you are hyper-aware of yoongi’s every move, though.

“hi, baby…” he mumbles, closing and locking the door before he walks to the couch you’re on. “what are you watching?”

you barely react, muttering ‘a k-drama’ under your breath, and yoongi’s heart breaks realizing you’re still upset from yesterday.

“you’re home early,” you state, voice devoid of any emotion.

he nods, “wanted to see you,”

“well…” you chuckle bitterly. “here i am, your bratty girlfriend. i suppose you still don’t want to talk to me?”

maybe it was immature, but it’s the only thing keeping you from sadly cowering away from him.

“baby…” he pouts. “i didn’t mean that, okay? i’m sorry.” he sits next to you, before continuing. “i know i’ve been neglecting you, i’ve just been so stressed. you know if it weren’t for you i’d live in the studio,”

“is that what you prefer?… to live in the studio?” you ask meekly as if you’re scared of his answer.

he shakes his head incessantly, hands cupping your face, “no, never. i love you so much, too much. i really didn’t mean to snap at you last night, my love.” he whispers.

your heart rate quickens, looking at him with wide, doe eyes. your lips part to say something, but he speaks before you have the chance to.

“i wanna prove how sorry i am…” he trails off. “can i prove it to you, sweet girl?” his tone, now, is sultry and seductive and you can’t help but feel excited.

wordlessly, you nod in acknowledgment, your panties dampening by the second. when he flashes his teeth at you, you can’t help but shudder, enamored by all of his gorgeous features.

he leans in to kiss you, his soft lips molding with yours for the first time in what feels like years. you take your arms, wrapping them around his neck to pull him closer to you.

he pulls back, “left you all needy for me, didn’t i, baby?” he mutters against your pouty lips.

“mhm,” you nod again, mindless and in a daze with how his kiss made you feel.

“yeah? m’ sorry, sweetheart, gonna take good care of you, alright?” his hands slide down your face and neck, and chest before residing on your lower stomach. “gonna make sure you know truly how sorry i am,”

“yoongi,” you whine prettily. “please, need you so bad,”

he hums, urgently diving back into your lips, catching you by surprise. you gasp when his hand reaches your clothed core allowing his tongue to easily glide into your mouth.

the kiss grows desperate, your tongues dance, and your teeth clash with one another. both of you breathing harshly as it feels like you’re about to swallow each other.

yoongi’s hand vanishes into your lacy panties, dainty, long fingers easily finding your untouched clit. you whine when his index and middle fingers rub soft, feathery touches into the bundle of nerves.

“fuck,” you moan into his mouth, eyebrows furrowing at the light touch. “m-missed you,” you manage to say against his lips.

his lips move away from yours, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and down your neck till he finds you sensitive, little pulse point. your eyes screwed shut, moaning out his name as he nips and sucks on the soft skin. his fingers increase in speed and your body naturally arches at the action.

your hand makes its way to his head, fingers carding through his soft, long hair. you whine softly, grinding into his fingers. “more…”

he tuts, shaking his head in your neck. “uh-uh, pretty girl, stay still for me,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning against the pretty mark he’s made. he removes his head and hands and watches your face contort at the loss of contact and listens to your whimpers for his fingers. “shhh, baby,” he mumbles, taking the ends of your shirt and pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side. the deed leaves you near naked, all that’s left are your black lace panties.

he hums at the sight of your tits with perched nipples, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. you suddenly feel warm under his gaze closing your eyes and squirming as your cunt gushes again, further ruining the lacy material.

“my gorgeous girl,” he breathes, hands finding purchase on your hips. your eyes open, following yoongi’s movements to see him kneeling in front of the couch between your legs. he presses a gentle kiss to your abdomen. his pecks trail down further and further till he reaches your covered mound. “missed this pussy more than you know.”

you feel your breath getting caught in your throat feeling his face so close to your soaked pussy. with a slight buck of your hips, you softly let out another whine, “yoongi, please… please do something, a-anything,” you plead, tears of need forming on your lash line.

he smiles, beautifully much like he missed the way you beg for him, missed the way you got when you ached for his touch.

he suddenly drags his tongue across your already-drenched underwear, soaking it further with his saliva. you gasp at the feeling, the warm muscle making its way up and down needily. “can taste you through your panties, baby,” he chuckles against you, the vibration making you squeak.

“please…”

his cat-like eyes peek up at yours full of mischief before his hands trail down and pull your underwear off. he leans back so you have room to take them off, “lift up and get these off for me, sweetheart,” he says and you oblige quickly, slipping them off and throwing them near your shirt.

he inhales sharply when he’s met with your glistening core and your cute hole practically leaking arousal. he notices your squirming and he smiles again, “m’ sorry again, pretty baby, i’ll take care of you, yeah?” he hooks his arms under your knees and gives you a loving kiss on the inside of your thighs. “and make you feel good… can i do that?”

you nod heartily, chest filling with anticipation, “yes… yeah, please,” you sigh out. “make me feel good, need you to make me feel good, yoongi.”

with that, yoongi groans, nodding his head in compassion. scooting closer to you, he blows a cold breath to your swollen clit, basking in the way your entire body shivers at the feeling. his tongue then presses flat against your folds, the taste of your essence fuzzing his brain and causing blood to rush to his half-hard dick.

you moan at the first contact, your hands slipping back into his now-messy locks. his tongue drags up and down your folds at an agonizing pace. you think he’s teasing till you hear his soft moan, “fuck, sweetheart… forgot how fuckin’ good you taste,” he murmurs against your sloppy core. “m’ gonna take my time with you, make you cum all over my mouth till you can’t take it anymore.”

at his words, you find yourself panting, your stomach filling with butterflies, and your head emptying of any rational thoughts. your eyes meet his again and you can’t help but whine at how pretty he looks in between your legs as he tongues at your cunt.

“so pretty, baby, you’re so pretty– fuck!” you throw your head back with a tiny cry when his mouth wraps around your clit.

he hums, sending shockwaves through your body. his teeth graze against the sensitive bud before his tongue takes over, flicking over it at a pace that has you losing your goddamn mind. the arms he has hooked under your knees pull you towards him till there’s no gap between his face and your sweet sex.

you grip his hair tighter, letting a dry sob escape your throat. “y-yoongi! s-so good, so fucking good!” you manage to tell him, and yoongi beams. he squeezes the flesh of your thighs, fingertips gently dragging against your skin and you can’t help but feel warmer at the gesture.

when he pulls off, his face dives deeper. his tongue now prodding at your sticky entrance and his nose bumping at your clit. the slight contact your clit gets from his bulb-like nose makes you arch your back again and push his head further into your cunt. you're almost sure he can’t breathe with the way he lets out a muffled, breathless moan into you, yet you can’t find the heart to stop when it feels fucking amazing.

you ease up a tiny bit before he laps up the everlasting cum that drips from your untouched hole. the lewd sound of his slurps and your wetness meeting his tongue almost make you feel embarrassed, but his pure desire in devouring you whole makes the feeling pass.

it’s when he shoves his tongue in your hole as deep as he can when you scream. your thighs automatically move to cage his head in, nearly suffocating him in the process. he eats you out ravenously like he hadn’t eaten in days, and fuck, your pussy is the best thing on earth to him.

“pussy was fuckin’ heaven-sent,” he moans against you again, his mouth moving aggressively once more.

you, feeling an undeniable knot form in the fiery pit of your stomach, buck your hips into his face again. your cries and screams grow louder, mixing with the obscene sounds of his slurping as your grip on his hair is strong enough to rip from his scalp. he groans, but you pay him no mind, reveling in the sensations it sends through your on-edge body. you grind and grind, an obnoxious mantra of his name and curses belt from your mouth.

“yo-yoongiii! m’ so close, oh– fuck!” you mewl, eyes no longer on his gorgeous face as you’ve screwed them shut. “fuck, fuck, fuck! baby, d-don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your words drip with deprivation making him moan understandingly against you.

you let out a squeak when it happens. your body convulses as the knot quickly unravels with yoongi still licking at your clenching hole, licking up all the viscid cum that you emit. your back arches as far as it can as you cry for him, and tears of overstimulation leak down your face.

yoongi can’t help but ache himself at the sight of your gorgeous orgasm. your cute, contorted face with furrowed brows, your mouth ajar as the endless moans escape you, your twitching body making your perfect tits jiggle– it makes yoongi realize he’s taken you for granted.

you finally come down a few minutes after your mind-blowing orgasm. with tears still looming at your lash line, you look at yoongi who’s untangling himself from your legs and rising to tower over your shaky, naked body. your eyes trail down from his body up to his face covered with a sheen layer of your arousal, ogling him hungrily.

your hand tugs at his shirt pulling him down to kiss you. you instantly shove your tongue into his mouth, offering the chance to taste yourself with a hint of his own taste.

he parts a few seconds later, “you like the way you taste, pretty girl?” he whispers, hand cupping your warmed cheek. “i love it, you taste fuckin’ gorgeous,” he admits causing a soft and breathy moan to get caught in your throat. he smirks, arrogantly, “forgive me?”

“i forgive you…” you breathe, a cheeky smile on your face. “but you have to fuck me good, first.”

he gives you a toothy grin, ready to dive back into your lips before saying, “take me then, baby.”

#bts smut #bts x reader #yoongi oneshot #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut

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twogyuu · 8 months

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Pairing: mingyu x reader

Genre: Angst, kind of comfort, super humans(?), regenerative/self-healing!reader, super strong!mingyu lolol

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of fighting/bullets and reader getting hurt

WC: I'm on mobile . . .

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The mission was a bust.

Your clothing now tattered and filled with bullet holes, dirt streaking your cheeks from the hastened run in the dark of the night, you sigh and rest your head back on the flimsy, cracked walls of the barn. You squeeze your eyes shut, the events of the mission replaying in your head like a broken VCR film. You combed through every detail you could think of - from the missing code to the last bullet that left the barrel of your gun; one short from saving both you and Mingyu from your impending chase.

You hear him shuffling closer to be next to you. Mingyu pulls at his flimsy zip-up hoodie; you could feel the dust swirling and clouding your hands as his sneakers shuffle in the dirt and kick it up into the air. There's a quiet pause before he nudges your elbow and clears his throat loudly, urging you to wake up.

You peel one eye open and look up at him curiously. His lips waver, the right corner of his mouth twitching, as if he can't decide if he wants to smile or keep a poker face. Before he settles on one, he quickly ducks his head while reaching into his jean pocket.

Coins and keys click against one another as he fishes for something lost deep inside. It gives you a brief moment to really take all of him in after all that had happened. His profile glows blue underneath the full moon that peaked through the cracks of the barn. With Mingyu, the window to his heart was his eyes - quite literally. Like a silly mood ring, they changed colors with his emotions. The way his wavy locks hung heavy over his eyes and casted a black shadow made it hard to read how he was feeling. Was he upset? Worried? Desolate?

Your heart aches, not knowing.

Mingyu finally pulls his hand out of his pocket and holds his fist out to you. His fingers unwrap about the object, revealing a crumpled Band-Aid package with the signature, blue Disney logo on the front, faded and the edges folded over.

Your eyes flicker up to him in confusion. He finally commits and offers you a small smile. Mingyu waves his hands toward you a little closer.

"For you," he explains simply. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper that blended with the chirping of cicadas.

You pause, words choked up in your throat as you were unsure how to respond. You look down at his hand, furrowing your brows together in confusion. Gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you lower your head, eyes squinting hard at the Band-Aid just to make sure you were seeing things right. You had barely gotten any sleep and were exhausted. Let alone, Mingyu knows your ability to heal and regenerate quickly. This . . . didn't make sense. You wonder if this is what it feels like seeing an artifact from an excavation for the first time.

When you didn't make a move to take it, Mingyu started unwrapping the Band-Aid. Rather than pulling at the prepared ends, he roughly ripped open the package. There was a bright red strip inside, spotted with Mickey Mouse's - some smiling, some dancing, some being coy. Mingyu did not seem to care that the bandage was getting folded and dirty in his dust covered hands. He quickly stripped off the protective ends and held the bandage up to your forehead. Leaning in close, he hovers the bandage over your left temple, flipping it back and forth as if to adjust it to a scar on your face.

Except, there wasn't one.

More gently this time, he presses the sticky ends against your skin. he's even closer now; your breath hitches when you feel his breath fanning against your hairline. His arms encase you, not in a hug, but just in the nature of the position he needs to take to place the Band-Aid on your forehead where someone's knife had slit your skin open earlier.

"It's not doing anything," you mumble, "I already healed."

Mingyu leans back and examines his work. Nonchalantly, he reaches over and smooths the creases once more. Rather than letting go, however, he lets his fingers linger, tracing the curve of your face.

"Doesn't mean it didn't hurt," he finally replies.

His eyes finally flickers down to meet yours: silver.

Your heart twists and you clench your jaw as you can feel tears welling up.

This was . . . sorrow . . . perhaps he pities you.

It's slow and wordless - the way his hand trails down and his fingers intertwines with yours before tugging you towards him, before he wraps you in a hug.

Eyes fluttered shut, he presses his lips against the Band-Aid and squeezes you tighter. You could hear the rhythmic thump of his heart with how close you were. It grows faster the longer you embrace and you feels your own speeding up too.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Kim Mingyu and you were mere field agents - partners on a mission. Acquaintances at best.

No feelings because feelings compromised missions.

Yet, as time went on, you struggle to believe this mantra engrained into mind.

"Please don't get hurt anymore," Mingyu whispers.

"I can't though," you retort weakly.

There's a long pause before he answers again, the air only filled the sound of his clothes rustling as he shifted his head to the side rest against yours.

He ignores your comment.

"For me," he says a little louder, "Do it for me and don't get hurt."

Because that is the closest he can say to 'I love you' in this grim life you both pursued unknowingly.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu angst #mingyu scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #idk what im doing LOL #this was so cheesy #**cringing at myself**

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love-hol1c · 10 months

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Can you write lapis head/moon phos with a human s/o headcanons please? :0 Or them having a crush on a human, anything works lolol

ask and you shall recieve! im sorry if the headcanons are a little rushed im playing a horror game as we speak!! ;sob; (also quick disclaimer every now and then ill switch up the gem pronouns from they/them to he/him and vice versa cause thats the only prns they have and i cant choose what to pick)

[moon laphos x human!reader/so] [BEFORE RELATIONSHIP / FIRST TIME MEETING] - when he first met you he was like, shocked and confused. - how is an ancient being still alive?!?!?!?!? - he'd def be fascinated by your uniqueness, saying some stuff like you're similar to an admirabillis or so - "..so you managed to live in the moon as a human?? and you've been here longer than me, too?!" - you both probably met in the moon so he was confused as to why your outfit/suit looked 'tacky' or so - when he realized humans had to eat, breathe, all that other stuff, he was even more shocked - once you get closer, they'd def panic if you have been eating or sleeping or well, doing anything a normal human would do yet cause he doesn't want anything bad happen to you - eventually they get super paranoid to the point where they need you with them at all costs, and anytime possible - you got a scratch on some part of your body that started bleeding? immediately thinking it's the end of the world - "[NAME]!! NO YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!!!" - probably starts crying gold alloy a lot to the point where his face cracks cause hes just a paranoid and worried gem :"( - you have tell them that you aren't dying and he's just like "o..oh.. okay..." (he'd still be worried) - confessing to you, he probably took advice from aechmea cause the lunarian prince himself already told him he was feeling no ordinary feeling and thats how he realized he was 'inlove' (raghh) [DURING RELATIONSHIP] - he'll definitely be clingy, as much as he hates to admit it - theres always an alloy shield at the ready for you, just in case anything bad happens - in your free time, phos just likes to be with you, either cuddling you or hugging you - now though for you its like hugging a statue, for phos its like hugging a really soft object and they love it - would be paranoid to bring you anywhere the includes him fighting the earth gems cause he doesn't wanna see you get hurt for no reason - he would flirt with you, but if you flirted back he'd be super flustered - just looks away or hugs you - "you're so sweet, [NAME]..." - would be incredibly sweet with you, telling you 'i love you's and all that sappy stuff in private cause well, they love you a lot - anyone who hurts you will get scolded, or worse- - overall theyre an overprotective gem and just doesnt wanna see you get hurt cause you're fragile <3

#hnk #hnk manga #moon phos #land of the lustrous #houseki no kuni #phosphophillyte #x reader #houseki no kuni x reader #houseki no shitpost #so silly

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moonliched · 3 months

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Hello again dearest! In such a short time there are already two chapters? What, and what chapters they are! You really outdid yourself with those. I hope you won't mind me rumbling once again.

I love what you did with Y/n and bon-bon. The introvert that keeps a lot to themselves due to the way they were raised and what they experienced wanting to have time for themselves since their once oasis is now swarming with people and they feel like they might have lost one of a few friends they have. And the Ai that is separated from all and though he doesn't want to admit it is very lonely, wants to be included wholly in life of an only person he considers a friend and still figuring out feelings, boundaries and all. Bon-Bon is terrified of being alone again seen by everyone as nothing more but code. He got so scared when Y/n wanted to leave without him, imidiatly assuming he did something wrong. It's devastating that he thought It was some kind of sick blackmail. I understand him but y/n also needs private time, especially when they want to clear their head. It shows they really care about each other even though sometimes it's hard. I really liked what you are doing with it. This problem, dare is say conflict is in no way out of character for either of them. It adds to them a lot. But well I didn't expect less from you dear with developing relationships I'm your fic ❤️

It's cute how Sun treated Y/n as some stray cat. I adopted a very timid and fearful dog a few years back, and I laughed so hard when Sun said the same thing I was saying when I tried to comfort my dog. The "please don't run". Sun just saw a cool water puppy and went to adopt instantly lol.

Sun seeing a weird water puppy aviable for adoption - : )

The weird water puppy appears to be fully sentient and can talk (although eats raw food -a little weird) - :0 ---> : D

The image of Sun trembling with excitement is just so precious to me. I really like what you did with his character there. I said before that you are incredibly good in writing an interesting individuals with the others ( Especially Vanessa) but I have to say it again. You balanced him really good. He is still very giddy and easily excitable but he is not stupid. He is talkative and trusting but he can be ominous and kinda manipulative when he needs to. Not to mention bold and confronting - the scrabble with Moon. Although very considerate about well being of others - when he peirced Y/n's skin. Also sneaky little bastard knows exactly how to use his cuteness in his advantage. It amazes me how well such contrasting characteristics sit so well within one character. It doesn't feel forced or out of character when he changes attitude, everything goes smoothly and pleasant. You did a great job darling!

Y/n gave him truth, raw fish and a few laughs and he is all in for a sleepover in their *ekhem* nest. Which from different sentences can mean a lot to a mermaid. I also think that y/n broke the barrier by showing them were they sleep. I think that for mermaids it's very intimate and private thing that not many may know about. As they said something might swim in and attack, it's better to keep the strangers away. That's also why I think Sun was so excited about seeing it - he saw it as a big step in the relationship he so desires. But who can blame him? Y/n pinned him to a wall like a true Chad they are, Sun really felt that highshooler rizz. He had to reboot after lolol

Sun: it's okay, we are friends! Don't panic

Y/n swiftly pins Sun to the wall wrapping themselves around him in a protective grip

Sun: (squidward voice) Oh no they are hot

I love Y/n's and Sun dynamic! They match each other very well. They are very cute together. You are amazing! Their interactions are very pleasent to read!

I like that you keep good communication within them. From Moon confronting y/n about injuries on his Sun, and y/n explaining what happened. No lying, no place for insinuations. Because once again. Communication 👏 Is 👏 the key👏

- although he didn't do it first thing, shame on him, but we can all agree sometimes when we think the one we love has been hurt it's hard to control yourself. Especially when Moon started developing feelings for y/n, it must have been really confusing experience for him. Not only emotions from noticing the injury on Sun. But adding to that, hurt, sadness, anger, confusion and the feeling of betrayal that all clues lead to that someone that you care about did it. I can imagine it was awful and going by that his conversation with us was very calm. -

Y/n putting boundaries about what they not feel comfortable with and Sun respecting them ( as best as he can) I'd lovely COMMUNICATION PEOPLE look at Sun and Moon - bad communication = problems and hurt feelings. Not good. I hope y/n will teach them some healthy talking you go Queen. It's funny they sent them on a couple therapy trip together.

And Ohoho Moon you secretive little gremlin. Although I understand his concern af first, he might not wanted to inform Sun about it out of fear Y/n might be dangerous or not interested in contact with them at all, and wanted to save Sun from disappointment, as we see he tends to excite too much and as we saw the idea of a new company is just making him explode with emotions. And also I can understand trying to keep someone you care about to yourself while you still try to develop the solid relationship with them. Although I do think Moon was a little selfish there. He has a lot of explaining and apologising to do when they get back home.

And oooo I love Sun and Moon's relationship! Although they aren't in their best moments now, you cwn still see the affection shine through. ya knooow, calling him his. Ya know. Also the soft shoulder bump Moon did at the end of the chapter and wrist grab so so so cute.

And ohoho I do feel the unnamed jealousy from y/n seeing the two as the romantic partners. It is not big, but it is there. I see it blooming jnto some future drama. I love your foreshadowing.

Lolol Moon was trying to give y/n raw fish at the beginning of the fic not because that was what he eats but because y/n tried to feed him raw food while he was trapped. Now he thinks they enjoy it like that. It's so funny to me. I am loving this. He was like weird flex but OK have some more. Oh lichie you are amazing and a genius I wasn't seeing that coming in any way. It gave me such a big surprise and smile!

I think Sun seeing them eating oysters raw and (in their eyes) not knowing what cooking is, will solidify this idea in their heads. I mean y/n didn't really tell Sun they know what cooking is. He felt he has to explain it to them. So as far as they are concerned humans eat their food raw. Oh I Love it. And what's funny it's kinda accurate with our mc, I mean they do have different taste being half water creature. And ooh he will for sure be teasing Moon about being fed raw fish as a form of revenge.

I started wondering how would they cook I mean baby boy what u cooking with? A gazer? What u seasoning with? A kelp? Where your stove at? This chapter had MANY big lore things dropped at us. Like the Sun remembering about walking, or something about the pictures he saw. I have no clue were will it lead but I am excited to find out!

I love how Eclipse is just vibing in the background. I don't know if you will introduce him to us in the future but either way it's very pleasent writing in both cases - giving him his screen time, before he truly appears - giving us a lot of his character in the way. And if you decide to keep him in the background it's a nice world building, An addition that he is there just vibing and minding his own business. Doing mer stuff.

Moon sees an alien - tries to study them.

Sun sees an alien - tries to befriend them.

Eclipse sees an alien - nuh huh, I ain't playin with this, peace.

He is such a cute little big guy wondering around I love him.

I think it is very lovely that Sun has to now experience everything about y/n just like Moon has. He noticed them having second skin (although didn't comment on it) and unfortunately had to experience their softness and lack of scales. Better sooner than later seeing how energetic he is I wonder If he will ask Moon about his knowledge about us or will try to figure us out on his own like a little game of his.

I wonder what their reaction would be if Y/n let their hair loose. It could kinda imitate Sun fins in the way! And I imagine while out of the water they would be much longer than their braids! Creating the smooth curtain almost to the ground. And like when I think about it , it could be so magical for them that we can 'form' our 'fins' as we wish in a matter of seconds. One second in the water it's a magnificent crown around our head, next second it's a slick, long thing almost as long as our form. Moon saw us in the different hairstail yes but it was still tied up!

Oh! I love the way you represent their biological and cultural differences. It's such a soft and intriguing thing. With all characters being mesmerised by another. Wanting to get to know more about them and explore them. I really enjoy moments like that when little things as a cartwheel brought them so much joy. It is a very nice world building.

I am very curious what's the deal about readers name. Is it just a way to keep the story y/n friendly without an usage of a name? They can't pronounce it? Or is there something more to it? Is giving your name a big deal for a mermaid? Sun didn't give us his after all... Sun's reaction intrigued me.

And the idea of Sun dragging himself into Y/n's room is so funny and possible at the same time. Give him directions and, oh there he goes. On his way. I would love to see boys sneaking into Y/n room to have a slumber party, I think they would love blankets. Although I don't know if it will be possible to them to do so. Can you imagine being Roxy heading out to get a snack only for a big mermaid to drag itself rapidly into another hallway fallowed by another one. Oh I Love it

I hope Moon and y/n will be able to mend what was broken. As much as I understand y/n, their attitude and conclusions that Moon tried to drown them I felt sorry for a guy. I don't know what was he planing but he seemed terrified when we recalled it as a drowning or a murder attempt. It's awesome they talked about it, and that he apologised! But damn fish boy I don't know how many shiny stones you have there but you better start packing an apology basket with oysters and all to bring back to them.

I loved your little memes at the end, as delightful as always. But now I can't stop thinking about future possibility of mer boys going into flirt frenzy trying to plafuly one each other up with flirting with Y/n.so precious. Ahh! I loved this chapter so much, I already read it twice, so much has happened and I'm loving it! I hope you have a good day dearest! Rest well you deserve it after giving us such a snack. Again hope you don't mind my rambling I just loved it so much and had to vent!

Kisses🌸

omg hello again! ahskdkjsjkdlejkdkdllsnkl i am being SPOILED by this massive ask, it's like a shopping binge receipt!

you're so spot-on, it's reassuring😭 i was worried the BON-BON scene would come off as one side being definitely in the right, the other in the wrong - when actually they've both got their baggage to work thru

i saw someone say that Sun was having his horse girl moment with Y/N and the oysters, and now i can't unsee it! Y/N gets oysters and Sun gets a free water puppy agsjsjshjsjshj

i'm trying hit good communication without slipping into therapy speak, like if everyone spoke perfectly and solved things logically there would be little plot imo😥 but also yayyy communication (when it moves the plot) all my homies like communication!

i got more food n cooking stuff coming up! very excited :3

regarding the name, Y/N is a reader insert character so no name will be written into the text. i haven't decided if this will be outright stated in the story just yet, but in-universe their name sounds extremely similar to a bad word in Sun and Moon's clicky mermaid language lol. like obv it sounds like clicks and chirps, but their name's direct translation would be a bad word. Sun hasn't passed along his real name yet bc of a few reasons: he didn't want his cool new nickname slipping away in favour of his normal real name, plus atp he still hadn't ironed out the issue of Moon's lies which had Y/N at the centre of them. he's not good at going slow, but common sense says to try to keep something back until he can figure out what's going on there, y'know? also, saying his real name requires gill usage which Y/N doesn't have. he's still going to try to teach them later tho lol - he's pretty optimistic💛

also, i personally refer to Y/N as Meryn (mer as in mermaid, and Y/N), to differentiate them from my other self insert characters

i can totally picture Sun and Moon trying to one-up each other without any stakes, maybe to see who can make Y/N the most flustered... hm...😋

you're welcome to ramble anytime you want, i love it (and everyone puts up with my rambles enough!) this was a dream to read!! i hope you have an amazing day💖✨💖✨💖✨

#ask #There Are Many Benefits

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bludhavents · 2 years

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Love You Like I Love You Part 2

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: All of the hurt, confusion, and angst that comes with your breakup. And all of the love, affection, and excitement that comes with your makeup.

word count: 3.8k

warnings/notes: angst w a happy ending. reader's mom is a drunk. bullying, reader is heartbroken, desc of emotional numbness. mentions of eddie's self-hate. making out in public, hints at smut towards the end. (let me know if you want a part 3 to get to the actual smut lolol) lucas sinclair saves this relationship.

Heartbreak was a new feeling.

Unlike anything you'd experienced before, and hopefully unlike anything you'd ever experience again. Your chest hurt. Your stomach ached and twisted. The air was too much. Everything was too much. Your head felt separate from your body, like none of it was really happening. It was the feeling Eddie had described to you when he opened up about his parents. A feeling of pure, unadulterated loneliness that ate you from the inside out.

You could only hope that Eddie wasn't feeling the same way. You hoped you hadn't made him feel so awful. You hoped he was angry with you. Anything other than this emptiness.

Home was with Eddie, but your house was further into town, off the next exit, and you finally brushed your tears away. You stopped crying long enough to pull yourself back onto the road and sped home despite the dry heaves that racked through your body and made your back ache. Everything hurt, but somehow you felt numb at the same time. Like everything hurt so badly your body went into shock.

Inside of your house was warm. The A/C was broken just as it had been for the last three summers. You tried your best to make your way upstairs without disturbing your mother, but she heard your sniffles even in her drunken stupor. Your stomach rolled as she turned to face you with her sloppy grin, the one where drool pooled out of her mouth and her eyes shut.

"What's a matter, baby?" Her words slurred together, further breaking your heart. It was the first time you'd spoken to her in the last month. She was always too far gone in her benders. Out couch surfing somewhere downtown and leaving you here with your grandparents.

"Me and Eddie broke up," you said quietly, making your way over to her. She was burning up. "It's too hot in here for you to be drinking. Let's get you in the shower, mom."

"I told you that boy was bad news," she muttered. More tears fell down your face and you let yourself sob as you lifted her from the couch and into the bathroom, turning the water on cold and sticking her in there, sitting her down and closing the curtain to give her privacy while you laid on the bathroom floor and let it all out. You cried and pulled at your hair. You cursed yourself and cursed Eddie and cursed your mother.

You pulled your act together long enough to coax your mother into bed after she was cooled off, and she fell sleep almost immediately. From this angle she almost looked like she had everything under control. There was no stains down her shirt or glaze over her eyes. She looked peaceful and mature, unlike you'd seen her before. You left the room quickly, making sure the fan was on for her before rushing to your own room and flinging yourself on the bed. Eddie's jacket was the first thing you saw draped over your headboard, and it broke you. You held the leather close to your chest, crying softly as you breathed him in.

This breakup only happened because Eddie wasn't ready to love himself. It had nothing to do with a lack of love you had for him. No, your heart existed for Eddie Munson. He was your sun, moon, and stars. He knew how to make you smile big enough to reveal dimples you never knew you had. He knew how to make you laugh until your abdomen was sore. He knew how to kiss you so that you saw stars and butterflies.

All you could do was cry. You stayed in your room, holding Eddie's jacket so hard that your fingers ached. The boy you loved didn't love himself the same, and it killed you. It made you angry. It made you sad and terrified for what came next.

Who else did you have? Nobody knew you like Eddie did. And what about him? Did he need you to build him up? No. Surely Hellfire would support him, they had to. Dustin and Lucas knew what happened. Maybe they'd gone over to talk to him after you left. You hoped they did.

At some point in your overthinking, sleep overtook you. You let it. You dreamed of Eddie. Dreamed that he'd climbed to your window and apologized. He'd smiled and wiped your tears and assured you that he loved himself. That he was just so caught up in his head that he'd forgotten how to love himself properly, and you'd reminded him when you broke up. Now he was ready to get back together. He wanted to show you off and hold your hand at school. He wanted you to be front row at all his shows so he could shoe you off. He wanted to shout your name from the rooftops and hug you for the rest of your lives.

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School was painful the next day. Nobody knew about the breakup, and the argument meant that you were tuned in to what everyone was saying about you. Nothing was as bad as Eddie had made it out to be.

"He doesn't love her like she loves him," Samantha whispered to Clair. You whipped around to face them. Maybe some things were that bad.

"Shut the fuck up." You felt your breaths get sharper. That was all you wanted to happen. For them to know you could hear everything they were saying. That they weren't untouchable.

"Was she wrong?" Clair pressed, a wicked grin on her face. You looked away from them and felt the knot in your throat tighten.

"Neither of you know jackshit," you spat. "It's not your relationship, so why do you care how much we love each other? Is your life really so sad?"

"Sad? Our lives?" She fought back, getting close to you. "I don't know why the rest of the school loves you. You're a bitch whose mommy is a fucking screw-up. You're dating the freak, and he doesn't even love you back. Oh! Maybe they just pity the fool."

"Maybe." You shut your locker and gave her a sarcastic smile before turning to leave. Eddie was standing right behind you, hand reaching out like he didn't know whether or not he was allowed to touch you. It was the most he'd ever acknowledged you at school, and it was too late.

"I love her. Very much. Thank you, Clair." Eddie cursed them out before turning to follow you as you left the building. His footsteps are heavy behind you.

When the both of you were outside, he took a step away, standing uncomfortably far away. You were less awkward. You slumped against the exterior wall of the school and slid down it until you were sitting on the cold cement. Eddie stayed on his feet, moving around anxiously.

"I'm really sorry about how yesterday went," he said after a long beat of silence. "I do love you. I don't care about what they say. I love you and I know you love me, too. I'm sorry for being an ass. Please, just let me fix this."

You didn't know what to say. You wanted so badly to say something, anything, but every time you looked at Eddie, you saw Eddie. The sweet boy who washed your hair and did nothing but shower you with compliments behind closed doors. You couldn’t be upset with that Eddie.

"I love you." He kneeled down in front of you and took your face in his hands. "I know you love me, baby."

"I can't, Eddie. This-- it's not what the breakup was about. I can't date you unless you love you like I love you. Like you're the coolest guy in the world who deserves the sun and the stars." Your voice broke and more tears fell down your face. Eddie moved to wipe them away, but you took your face out of his hands and stood up, leaving him on his knees.

"Please. I want to love myself. You're right, I don't, not yet. But I want to. You can help me, I love who I am when I'm with you." He was crying, too. The hesitation was clear in your eyes, he could see it plain as day. "Maybe we can just be friends? Until I shape up?"

"I can't just be friends with you, Eddie," you replied fast. "I love you way too much. Even now I just want to scream because all I want to do is hug you and forgive you and fall back where we were, but I can't! This is what has to happen. I'm so sorry."

"Fuck." Eddie stood up, kicking his shoe to the ground in frustration. "I really fucked it all up, didn't I?"

It was moments just like this when his insecurity got the best of him. He would turn around and blame himself for everything bad without ever attempting to fix the problem, because he didn’t believe he was capable of creating good. The quality didn’t work in a relationship.

"No. I want you back, Eddie. So bad. But we can't be together like this. We need to wait until you're better." The both of you were sobbing, words barely intelligible through the racking through your bodies. A hug from one another would fix it all, but you couldn't let yourself fall into him.

"I don't understand," he cried. "If you love me, why won't you help me get better? I'm ready to show everyone how good we are together. Give me one more chance."

All you could do is break down even more at his words.

The sun was bearing down on the both of you, and first period was long forgotten as you talked in the blistering heat. He wasn't hearing you, and you were so tired. Tired of repeating yourself and breaking your own heart everytime you had to say the words. You brought your hands to your face in frustration and tugged at your hairline, squatting down and then standing back up again because you had no idea what to do with yourself. No idea how to handle this. It felt like you were doing a good job of articulating yourself and your emotions, but Eddie wasn't paying attention. It was tearing you apart.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" He pleaded, and a struggled noise came from your mouth. You wanted to talk, but nothing was getting through to him.

"Eddie. We need time apart. We just-- let's step away for a little while, okay?" You couldn't face him. Your crying only got louder, harder. Bile rose in your throat.

Eddie looked up at you, his tears beginning to subside. His eyebrows pulled together and he felt his stomach twist as he watched you desperately trying to fix this relationship. It felt like all of your words suddenly hit him at once, and he realized that it wasn't about how much the two of you loved each other.

"I'll come back when I love myself?" He offered, making you stop your anxious movements and lift your head from your hands. You finally met his gaze, a sad smile on your lips as you nodded. Eddie couldn't look away from you. So beautiful in front of him even in your sadness, but he understood now. He felt like when the two of you got together, you already knew who you were. You were so ready to put yourself out there and love him unapologetically, and he wasn't, and he saw that now. He wanted to fix it for you.

"Excuse me." A voice came from the door beside you, and you turned to see the principal standing in the doorway. You both hurried to your feet. "Get to class. Both of you, off!"

It had been a month since you'd broken up.

You were back to yourself-- happy, confident, and focused. The pain was still there when you saw him. Even more so when you saw him and he looked anything less than happy, because you knew it was unfair to comfort him. He wasn't yours to comfort anymore, but you so desperately wanted to kiss the worries away and make him feel better.

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"Hey." Lucas came up to you in the hallway one day, much to your surprise.

"Hey, Lucas. What's up?" You asked, trying not to overthink his sudden interest in talking to you.

"Are you seeing anyone?" His voice was quiet, but it still shocked you. You turned to face him.

"What? No. I-- um. I'm kind of waiting for Eddie still. Why?" The words tumbled out of your mouth faster than you could think.

"Just wondering." He didn't move from your side, and you couldn't help but think that there was something else he wasn't telling you.

Your suspicions were confirmed when he spoke again, barely above a whisper.

"Don't tell him I told you, but I've really noticed a change. He's different. Not happier, not without you, but he's comfortable now. I don't know what happened, but he seems more confident. Just-- give him a chance, yeah?"

"Fuck, Lucas, I will give that man a million chances," you gushed, a giddy smile wide on your face. "Actually, um, do you know what he's doing after school today?"

A knowing grin settled on his face, eyes crinkling at the sides charmingly.

"He's free. He was trying to get Dustin to let him come over and play his Nintendo." Lucas answered slyly. "He's in a good mood today. You should talk to him."

"Yeah?" You asked, hopeful. Lucas nodded. You gave him a short one-arm hug before parting ways. "You're my favorite person in the world, Lucas Sinclair!”

You heard his loud laugh from across the hall.

It was a quick day, much to your pleasure. Classes were easy and you saw Eddie at lunch with a cocky grin on his face that sparked butterflies in your stomach as he explained something dramatically to the group. His eyes flickered to yours and you couldn't help but smile widely from across the cafeteria. Yes. Today was going to be the day.

After school, you raced to Eddie's van and surprised yourself when you realized he’d beaten you there.

"Hi," he greeted you breathlessly, and you felt suddenly shy under his gaze. Lucas was right, he was different. Eddie Munson was beaming. Your beautiful boy was changed in all the right ways, and a little piece of your heart felt fuller at the sight. "What are you doing here?"

"Eddie." Was all that came to mind. He smiled your favorite smile and laughed your favorite laugh.

"Yeah. Hi, baby." The words slipped from his mouth so easily. Your head spun. Fuck. This man put some kind of love spell on you, you were sure of it.

"How are you?" You pulled yourself together, grinning up at him.

"I'm really good. Actually, I was planning to come to your house after school, but I see you beat me to it," he said, cheeks flushed. His newfound confidence was blinding you.

"Yeah?" You asked cheekily, letting your body relax a bit more.

"Yeah." He stepped closer to you, confident, but making sure you were okay with it at the same time. "I've been doing real good, baby. I actually like the people around me more now, and I was thinking-- shit, if I like Dustin more, imagine how much I'd love my girl. You're what I want. I don't want to hide, and I'm sure as hell not worried about what these idiots think. I want you, baby. Let me try it again? Promise I’ll do right by you this time. I’m better.”

"Eddie Munson I am so happy that you're happy." You held his face in your hands. "God, you're perfect. Yes. Yes, yes, yes I want to try this again and make it work. Please."

Eddie cheered, jumping out of your grip, but quickly wrapping his arms around you again and celebrating with you. He was pumping his fists in the air, whooping and hollering, smiling like a maniac.

"Eddie!" You giggled over his cheering, and he turned to face you. "When are you going to kiss me, loverboy?"

His grin grew impossibly wider before he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, sweet kiss. You felt his pretty smile on your mouth, and you were sure he felt yours too. He grabbed your face and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. It was euphoric to have him back in your arms. This single kiss was better than any other one you'd shared in your relationship. Your heart was racing like it was the first time all over again.

"Get a room!" You heard Dustin's voice call from down the lot. Eddie's gentle hold left your face to flip Dustin off as he continued making out with you against the side of his van. He finally pulled away, looking at you with his wide eyes and swollen lips and perfectly flushed cheeks.

"Fuck. I've missed you so much," he said lowly before going to kiss you again, this time harder. You gasped and his tongue darted into your mouth, pressing against your own. It took every ounce of self control to pull yourself away, putting your hands on his chest.

"Eddie. Let's go home, yeah?" You asked through your heavy breathing. Eddie nodded, picking you up spontaneously. You squealed, grabbing onto him as he set you back down.

"I love you." He kissed your forehead once you were back on the ground.

"I love you too." You lost all of the aforementioned self control and threw yourself at him, smashing your lips against his. He moaned, grabbing your hips and pinning you to the side of his car as he leaned over you, kissing you with a feverish intensity. You melted into his touch, gripping the front of his shirt with one hand and squeezing his bicep with your other.

Neither of you could get enough.

It had been a month without each other. The longest month that either of you had ever experienced. Your minds were both reeling, absorbing each movement of the other, each breath and moan and desire.

You were lost in the feeling of his fingers squeezing the soft skin of your waist. All you wanted was to wrap your legs around him and mesh together-- an entity of love and passion. Your smile was gone. Fuck, you were happy, so happy. But you needed more of him. You whined against his mouth and he pressed his body against yours, smashing your backside against the van. One of his hands caressed the side of your neck the way it always did before he was about to break a kiss to mark you up and down, and a shiver ran up your spine at that. He smirked, involuntarily jolting his hips up into yours and bringing his other hand to rest on your thigh.

His mouth left yours and you sighed, leaning your forehead on his shoulder and feeling his lips trail down your neck slowly, sensually. You were putty under his touch, that much was evident. The way he moved above you with such confidence, so sure of himself, it had you hotter than ever.

"So pretty, baby," he murmured as he continued down your neck. You pressed your lips together and burrowed your head further into his shoulder to keep the moan from leaving your lips. Eddie stopped the hickeys when he reached the collar of your shirt.

At this point, you wouldn't have cared if he ripped it off of you in front of everyone. You just wanted him. Needed him.

"Kinda like doing this in front of everyone." His voice was gravelly as he brought his face to yours once again. "Fuck, this is turning me on. I can’t get enough of you."

"Good," you said, kissing him hotly. Your hand tugged at his tangled hair and he groaned, leaning all of his weight onto you. His hands were under your shirt, grabbing at your sides to keep himself on his feet as he melted under your spell. Your free hand grabbed him by the belt loops and brought his waist in to press right against yours, much to his approval.

"You're killin' me," he stuttered with a cocky grin, pulling his face back to look at you. "God, you're so gorgeous."

"I want you so bad, Eddie," you whispered against his lips.

"Needy, huh?" He teased, kissing your lips painfully slowly. His hand left your waist and reached over to open the door, lips still attached to yours as he guided you to sit in the driver's seat of his van.

"You're so good to me, pretty boy," you praised, smiling widely at him. He snorted and shook his head, leaning in the door and kissing you again, although none of it was enough. He needed to be closer.

"'Scuse me." Someone piped up from behind Eddie, and you giggled in embarrassment as the guys in the car parked next to him tried to open their doors.

"No worries, fellas." Eddie tipped his head dramatically before jumping into your lap, swinging your legs over and shutting the door. Your laughter only grew at the feeling of the grown man perched goofily on your lap, ass smashing the horn. You had to shove him off of you and onto the passenger's seat for the noise to stop, choosing to ignore the stares from everyone now. He leaned over the console to kiss you, but you quickly climbed over it and straddled his waist, kissing him sweetly.

Once again, the both of you found yourselves smiling into the kiss, absorbing each other's love and creating a world of your own. Eddie pressed you further down into his hips, resting one palm under your shirt to settle on the small of your back, and the other on your upper thigh, thumb pressing into your skin.

In the minimal privacy of his car, the both of you were erotic messes, letting every moan slip past your mouths and taking the other in selfishly. You had no idea how much time had gone by since school ended, and you couldn't bring yourself to care in the slightest.

You and Eddie were back together.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

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always-reading · 4 months

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“Moony?” Sirius whispered, “Mooony?” He dragged out poking his lover who lay next to him. Sirius would have been content watching his body rise and fall with every breath Remus took, he could have spent his whole life watching how his thin silver scars shone in the sliver of moonlight that creeped through the curtains of their four poster bed. Well, Remus’s four poster bed, but Sirius much preferred to share. “Moons? You asleep?” He whispered knowing damn well Remus was very much asleep. “Well I was” Remus mumbled as he turned his head to face Sirius. His shaggy curls falling into his face that was pressed against his pillow. “I’m bored” Sirius said as he kissed Remus’s shoulder. “Well my love, that is why you go to sleep” remus responded trying to hide his annoyance at being woken up. He never liked being annoyed with Sirius. It was hard to be annoyed at someone so pure and perfect. “But I can’t sleep moony, that’s the problem” he sighed as he dramatically flopped down on the bed, his shiny, ever perfect black hair splaying across his pillow and tickling Remus’s nose. “Pftt” Remus blew his hair out of his face as he threw an arm around Sirius’s bare chest, pulling him close. “Then lay here, with me, and tell me every little thing you want. I’ll sit here and listen, all night if I have to” Remus whispered to Sirius. When he looked at the precious boy next to him, his eyes had already drifted shut, and his breath evened out. “I love to the moon and to Saturn” Remus whispered kissing his hair before closing his own eyes and drifting off to a peaceful sleep knowing that the person he loved more than anyone was safely tucked into his chest. And nothing could ever hurt them.

pls be nice 😭 constructive criticism is great but pls don’t be mean I’m sensitive lolol

(I also wrote this forever ago lmao)

#marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #remus x sirius #moony #padfoot

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lorkai · 2 years

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✧*。A/N: Well, this was inspired by a tiktok trend where a person calls their boyfriend their husband and see his reaction. I only wrote for Mammon because I was undecided on which character to choose and he is such a sweetheart, look at him. So cute!

Also yall need some fluff cuz all the requests I received are angst lolol, not that I’m complaining ofc!

Mammon's sound of laughter and dreamy sighs were frequent in the House of Lamentations since you arrived in Devildom, you were like an angel to him and he was always swimming in the affections and kind words you bestowed on him. It was captivating to watch the two of you interact.

Needless to say, no one was really surprised when the two of you announced you were dating. You were unbearably sweet, able to make characters in Satan's books cry. And Mammon loved to play pranks on you, it was simple, silly pranks like drawing hearts and phrases on your face while you slept or tying your shoelaces together and laughing when you slipped - even though he never really let you slip, he always held you before you hit the ground and he snuggled you against his chest with great care and affection, rocking you from side to side before tying your shoelaces properly and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

But being the constant butt of his pranks was something you didn't like, mainly because you also liked playing pranks on people and you knew exactly what you wanted to do to surprise Mammon. You wanted more than the bright eyes and passionate smile, you wanted to make him reach inertia, be so surprised that he just stopped working. It would be lovely, you were sure. And you knew very well what to do.

“Hey Husband, wake up!” You drove the sleep out of your voice. The moon was at its highest, letting a bright light through the windows to wake you both up. The flames that kept the candles burning had gone out, but you didn't intend to get up to light them again, it wasn't worth it at that moment, after all the silence and comforting warmth that Mammon's arms and chest offered you was almost like your own heaven. “Husband, wake up, your spouse wants some kisses and cuddles!”

You loved those lazy days honestly, loved how your fingers combed his messy white locks lovingly, loved watching his face contort into a clumsy laugh. Mammon was everything you could ask for and more, he was your world, your sun and your joy. And just as his eyes started to slowly open you hugged him tight and left a kiss on his cheek, letting out a little laugh with the soft expression on his face.

“Glad you woke up hubby, I want my daily dose of cuddles!” You held his face in your hands, watching as Mammon blinked slowly as if he didn't understand what was happening. And then a familiar heat washed over his face and he opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say, his eyes so big they looked like they were going to pop out of his face. His hands came together over yours carefully, his voice husky with sleep muttering something you didn't understand at first. "You're going to give me my cuddles, aren't you hubby?"

It was clear he was going to give you his hugs and kisses, he was The Great Mammon. The best demon there was in Devildom, the best boyfriend and best husband you could ever have. That's exactly what his eyes conveyed to you as he stuttered and pulled you awkwardly to his chest, shaking, he was completely embarrassed and not knowing what to do. But he was happy, excited, and that was what mattered. You felt a smile grow on your face, wondering what it would be like to call him that in front of everyone, what their reaction would be.

And you wanted to try it.

“Of course I will give everything my spouse wants.” Mammon whispered softly, rubbing your back and placing soft kisses on your neck as he reorganized his thoughts. He brought your face close to his, your lips almost touching his and he smiled. "But only when you marry me, spouse." He joked, hoping he didn't show how much your little prank messed with him.

"And so you say..." You laughed softly. “Will you marry me now, dear husband?”

Mammon snorted, once again impressed by your boldness today. And then he was smiling that smug smile he always had, laughing and mumbling how you desperately wanted to marry him. You both knew he was buying time, his poor heart was beating wildly, fast, ready to explode inside his chest. But as much as Mammon thought there was no other kind of answer and for once he was completely honest about what he wanted.

“I agree to marry you today, tomorrow and always, my dear spouse. I love you and always will, mc.”

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon avatar of greed #fluff #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #gn mc #gn reader #lorkai headcanon #lorkai imagine

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aprillikesthings · 2 months

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I lead part of EfM thing today (see earlier posts) and it went well ahhhhh thank God

and I've made my lunches for the next week!

and I'm munching on a salad

and all day I was looking forward to this, the moment I can (re)watch MORE SHE-RA

I've barely worked on my longer fic this weekend (other than copy/pasting a bunch of things Nate said after the show ended into the notes section of the doc) and tbh rewatching the ACTUAL SHOW is hella distracting bc with twenty eps left we're going to start getting into more of the really high-stakes stuff

Also, true story: I originally watched, like, the second half of season 4 and all of season 5 in two days of marathoning with Daci. So quite frankly? The last, like, third of the show is just kind of a blur to me now.

SO LET'S GO

s4 ep7 Mer-Mysteries

A mission in Dryl went badly, they've figured out someone's telling the Horde what they're doing, they're not tracking Adora because she wasn't even there--

YES

plz enjoy Sea Hawk's faces

Bow's sudden nervousness reminds me of when I was in line at the TSA in Dulles airport and was weirdly nervous. I had no reason to be nervous. AND YET. I'm usually totally fine at TSA? But the people at Dulles were scary!!!

(I was way less nervous coming back from Iceland, despite knowing I had Kinder Surprise Eggs in my suitcase. Which are actually illegal to bring into the USA. You can buy "Kinder Joy Eggs" in the USA, which do not have the toy, but the ones with the toys are against the law! Anyway I bought them for Daci. I was only nervous for a split second at customs in the USA bc they asked me what I'd brought home from Iceland and I was like...wool yarn. books. sweets (I'd also bought licorice and chocolate). But he just waved me through. WHEW.)

she's still big mad about this lolol

BUT she's right a spy IS the only thing that makes sense (but also the audience knows shit they don't)

Pearl?? A Pearl who knows too much?????

c'mon I had to

lolol they lampshaded the way lightning keeps striking when Mermista says something

to be fair she IS the most recent addition and the one they know the least

oh hey I also write everything in purple (or lavender) ink

lol

oh, shut up

well not this episode, specifically

LOLLLLL

honestly this is a lot like the DnD episode

so on the one hand, I know Flutterina is doing this to make them fight, but on the other hand Glimmer is right; on the other OTHER hand, I also would prefer a warning before being forced to see my abusive parent having free range of the castle I live in

BAHAHAHA I read Nate saying these two were interrupted on a date night, but also plz notice the colors of the flowers, it's literally most of the lesbian pride flag, they were SO unsubtle

The Ken from Plumeria is talking to the pastry chef from Dryl with the super cute outfit, and she looks bashful for a second after this screenshot; I am now shipping this and no one can stop me

speaking of ships (yes I know this isn't meant to be shippy lol)

a youtube video titled "it's raining on your window and you live in Bright Moon Castle ASMR for sleep 4 hours"

(....I'd listen to that)

(On a related note, mynoise dot net has a bunch of rain sounds on the website, and it also has an app--it's seriously the BEST website/app for ambient sounds because they're so adjustable and never repeat, and I just want everyone to know about them. The rain and ocean sounds are great on earbuds to cover up snoring so you can sleep!!! Worked better than my fancy earplugs while I was on the Camino and sleeping in all those hostels)

And back to the cartoon, where there's obviously suspicious shit happening because people seem to be in two places at once and their communications thing got shattered

oh so her name IS just The General

Flutterina (aka Double Trouble) has got to be like "oh my god wtf is up with this dude I cannot handle this bullshit"

Once again Glimmer proves that her and Catra are actually very, very alike

BUSTED

OOHHHHH they set up a trap I forgot, this is amazing

Adora: "we created a diversion :)" Glimmer: "You were a really good actress. For once."

pfft

Anyway Double Trouble is confessing the whole plan

poor Mermista :(

there's a creepy-ass moment of seeing part of Horde Prime's face as he smiles, roll credits

#april rewatches spop #mer-mysteries

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Firstly I was supposed to read Bodyguard yesterday's night, but someone fucking annoyed me (work stuff) at 9pm 😡 and I couldn't focus on reading, but I read halfway through and had to sleep cause my eyes almost started bleeding 😭 so far so good miss Baek. Gonna finish it tonight unless I pass out... but omgdgsudysjsyshdgjsshhs

Secondly I'm sorry you don't have a Van City stop, but I hope you can make it to Toronto and see this (hot baldie mwah). I knowww, their European tour happened during exams seasons too so rip. Lmao might as well go to Japan you're right though the concert etiquette there is not it for me, like relax the restrictions a bit 💔 I'll tell them to come and do a private show for both of us, don't worry!

Lmao the RODENTS were mad at you for trashtalking them and said "imma head out"

I knoooow Wooyoung's Hwa-ey kills me, can't wait for Y/N to call Seonghwa by his nickname, man's gonna crumble to the ground I know it! 🤗 I also want Y/N to ghost him real good.

Yeah I know what you mean about MITM, but upon further inspection I decided it's kinda a banger especially at parties hahahaha also they looked hot 🔥 but Wannabe, Not Shy and Loco supremacy for sure 💗 I'm pretty disappointed/underwhelmed by most comebacks this year, but also don't feel like listening to everything so I have some things to catch up on. Waiting for Atz to destroy me!!!

Jsydjshdusehdj me and my friend recieved some LOOKS from people for eating on the metro, but we were hungryyyyy and they were jealous I'm sure

Seonghwa bald agenda 💔💔💔💔 BLUEHWA PLSSSS, gonna be the first thing I ask during our potential fan call! The Kuromi pins I- I'm devastated. Also happy anniversary to this??? He looked so soft and hot and fresh at the same time, they're quarantine lives were top tier 😭

I searched Seonghwa on Tumblr and the tag hurt me, so many gifs from the concert... very very bad for my health. And the likes on this, everyone stop looking at him 🙈

Idk bestie I lived my own dream and didn't even know it at that time, can you believe... Seonghwa spare hand to hold 🤲🏻 (I don't even like holding hands wtf is wrong with me)

I knew there'll be another Mr Kim gif waiting for me, lolol NO COMMENT

"Begrudgingly living together to lovers" has so much potential omg, the description though... the call out 💔

Omfg, okkkk calm down quiz maker 🤧 do the Sailor Moon quiz for me and this Ghibli one

Our 🐎 boy, so cute <3 this thread, IG when Park Seonghwa you're so aesthetic 😍 - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

KFBWNFJEK 😭😭😭 take your time and read it when you’re all comfy and 🔫🔫🔫 the person who annoyed you JDBDN

JFBWKD NO WORRIES IM JUST LAUNCHING A PRAYER CIRCLE FOR A VAN STOP THATS 4 HRS AWAY BUT 🔫😭😭😭 HOT BALDIE BDBDBD no bc it really does look like he’s bald from the side,,, the japan concerts are so very strict and tbh good for them but like sm artists also have concerts there but there’s is all normal?? im not very familiar with the etiquette except like not posting anything from the concerts?? is that only for specific arenas?

Lmao the RODENTS were mad at you for trashtalking them and said "imma head out"

KFBWKDBSK THEY WERE BABY RODENTS TOO SO GOOD LUCK TO YOU AND YOUR NEW PETS 😭😭

I knoooow Wooyoung's Hwa-ey kills me, can't wait for Y/N to call Seonghwa by his nickname, man's gonna crumble to the ground I know it! 🤗 I also want Y/N to ghost him real good.

wooyoung best character atm 🤌🏼🤌🏼 OH MAN IM WAITING FOR HIM TO CRUMBLE ITS GONNA BE SO GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAA HES GONNA GO CRAZY GO STUPID,,, yes 1000% yujin and mingi better make her ghost him 🔫

YEAH A LATE BANGER !!! rang dang dang 😭😭 wannabe is so good !!!! tbh their top1 track bc their vocals and the whole song itself >>>> yEAAAHH most cb’s this year around have been a little off but hopefully the month of august brings out the gg’s 😩😩 AND GUERRILLA??? HONGJOONGS FUCKING CRAZY AND SAN???? HWA??? JONGHO????????? and the fact we haven’t heard mingi’s voice,,, im gonna eat my fist when the fix on starts,,, LMFAOOOO NOT THE LOOKS 😭😭🤚🏼

Seonghwa bald agenda 💔💔💔 BLUEHWA PLSSSS, gonna be the first thing I ask during our potential fan call! The Kuromi pins I- I'm devastated. Also happy anniversary to this??? He looked so soft and hot and fresh at the same time, they're quarantine lives were top tier 😭

STOP HIM IN WHITE SHIRTS OH MY GOD >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> no fr the lives at that time was the funniest shit ever 😭😭 seonghwa’s enemies to lovers with hongjoong 😭😭🤚🏼

I searched Seonghwa on Tumblr and the tag hurt me, so many gifs from the concert... very very bad for my health. And the likes on this, everyone stop looking at him 🙈

FBWMFJWK THE TANK TOP THING IM GOING CRAZY??? HIS DEEP ASS VOICE??? illegal,,, his model body shows we need him to model 😭😭

Idk bestie I lived my own dream and didn't even know it at that time, can you believe... Seonghwa spare hand to hold 🤲🏻 (I don't even like holding hands wtf is wrong with me) /// I knew there'll be another Mr Kim gif waiting for me, lolol NO COMMENT

jfbwkdhsvc i would also like to contribute to a lee soo hyuk dreams pls what is this man ,,,, literally seonghwa when he’s older 😭

both had me falling of my couch i cannot tell u the amount of times i watched these

(seonghwa changed you bestie,,, pda but with him >>>>>>>) BFWMDHSKFBSM HOW DID U LIKE YOUR GIF?? MR KIM A NEW FRESH FIT

"Begrudgingly living together to lovers" has so much potential omg, the description though... the call out 💔

hear me out, roommates but bb!yunho 🤚🏼🤚🏼nO FR THE CALL OUT WAS APPALLING

Omfg, okkkk calm down quiz maker 🤧 do the Sailor Moon quiz for me and this Ghibli one

oho BESTIE WAS CALLED OUT 🤚🏼🤚🏼 i just wanna talk with these quiz makers bc how tf are they so accurate dbdbdb i got this one ::

and these for the sailor moon + ghibli !!

Our 🐎 boy, so cute <3 this thread, IG when Park Seonghwa you're so aesthetic 😍 - DV 💖

seonghwa’s ig will trigger the worst shinestar out of me 😭😭 imagine the photos he has from backstage and concerts and all the sceneries 😭😭😭

san?????

AND ??????

here’s one more !!

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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jakesimfromstatefarm · 3 years

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how to fake date your best friend | jake sim

✰ summary: the rules were simple -

pretend to be the boyfriend of you, his best friend who wants the attention of their crush, for a week and a week only

no kissing (bc gross cooties amirite) allowed, unless needed in times of desperate measure

and no matter what, absolutely, most definitely, do not fall in love.

simple, right?

well apparently not. because news flash––jake's already broken one of the rules.

and to give you a hint, it's neither rule 1 or 2.

✰ pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. members of enha!]

✰ genre: fluff, comedy | fakingdating!au, highschool!au, bestfriend!au, friends to lovers

✰ warnings: cursing, high-schoolers doing dumb highschool things, underage drinking (pls don’t actually do any of this irl), jake being a certified simp, it’s LONG (i’m so sorry), cheesy kithes bc im a sucker for kithes ( ˘ ³˘)♥

✰ wc: a whopping 9.5k

✰ a/n: it’s finally finished :’)))))) it ended up being much longer than i wanted but i had so much fun writing the characters that i got carried away lolol anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy it,,,i got a little unmotivated during the process bc i didn’t know if it was good or not but here it is heh (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

Tuesday, December 8th

Jake Sim lives a simple life.

He likes to think he leads the normal, stereotypical life of a teenage boy. Has decent grades, plays soccer after school, skateboards around the neighborhood, has a best friend who he’s desperately in love with, and has a stable group of friends.

Okay, maybe not so simple, because this boy would physically launch himself to the moon and drill at its surface to collect moon dust for you if you asked him to––despite his deadly fear of combusting in outer space.

But that fear doesn’t even compare to his worst one yet: not having you in his life.

And so, he decided to just repress any and all feelings he’s had for you ever since he discovered them in middle school, when he realized he hated seeing you go to the eighth grade dance with a date––that wasn’t him.

He decided that he wasn’t going to risk losing a life-long friendship over some dumb, teenage boy feelings.

They were probably powered by his testosterone anyways. Yeah, that’s totally it.

He’s totally not in love with you.

So yes, he lives a pretty normal life. Every day is the same as the last, and tomorrow will be the same as today. But he likes it like that––he doesn’t want anything to change.

Especially not now, when he finds himself content with every aspect of his life (okay maybe except for his history grade, god, does he hate history).

So, it catches him off guard when you arrive at the group’s usual lunch table, located outside in your school’s courtyard, looking as excited as ever.

Jake’s the only one at the table so far. The remaining usually showed up late––Heeseung spends his first half of lunch tutoring freshmen for community service hours (but the poor boy has no idea what he’s doing), Sunghoon is probably stuck in line in the cafeteria again (he always forgets to pack his own lunch), and Jay is...well actually, no one ever knows where Jay comes from. He’s a special one.

It catches Jake even more off guard when you skip over any greeting a normal person would give, and start speaking at one hundred words per second.

And that catches us up to the present.

“Y-You want me to what?” Jake’s stuttering as you stare at him with your hopeful eyes from across the lunch table.

Despite the expression planted on your face, which screams your excitement for your “brilliant, amazing, genius, Einstein-could-never” idea (or whatever other words you used to describe it––Jake can’t exactly recall the specific terms you used, they all came out of your mouth too fast), you don’t respond to his question of bafflement. You continue to stare at him, awaiting his response. Jake could compare the look on your face right now to a puppy looking up at its owner, eagerly waiting for a treat. You know, tongue out and all.

He swallows the lump that’s lodged in this throat (is that the sandwich he’s having, or his nerves?) and continues to give you his look of confusion laced with a nervous smile because surely, you’re joking.

You grab what’s left of your sandwich from his hands and take your own bite. Somewhere in between you arriving at the table and now, Jake’s managed to steal the sandwich you brought today. You did make the best chicken sandwiches, in his defense.

“Well? It’s only for the week! And I promise you, after one week, if nothing happens––if he doesn’t make a move or anything––I’ll move on from him like you’ve been telling me to.” Your words are muffled from you savoring your sandwich, or what’s left of it anyways. (Mental note to self: don’t share your lunch with Jake ever again.)

When Jake still doesn’t respond (you’ve truly gotten this poor boy paralyzed), you find it as a sign to continue.

“I think it’s the perfect plan. Plus, if it doesn’t work out, it’ll be like the universe is telling me to finally move on, right?”

Wrong.

Jake has been encouraging you to move on from your crush because well, if we’re being honest here, he selfishly wants you to himself. Even if it wasn’t romantically.

Preferably, he would kill to get to be the one who holds your hand in the hall, call you cheesy pet names, post disgustingly cute couple pics for the ‘gram––but for the sake of potentially ruining his relationship with you, he’ll just have to settle with the role of being your best friend.

(And he’s totally fine with that! Totally. Yup.)

But he didn’t think that you moving on would only be a mere possible outcome (that may not even happen!) from whatever this stunt is you wanna pull.

Said stunt: Pretend to date one another and hope it catches the eye of a certain someone you have your eye on: Park Sunghoon.

Ah yes, Park Sunghoon. The previously mentioned one who’s probably still in line waiting to get his lunch as we speak.

Park Sunghoon, the tall, kind, intelligent, charming young boy that everyone knows. And if anyone didn’t know him, they most definitely knew of him. He wasn’t hard to miss in the halls; everything about him just radiates perfection.

If you plucked a random high-schooler from the halls of this school and interviewed them on the Park Sunghoon, they’d say you’d be lucky enough if the quiet boy so much as sparked a conversation with you, even if it was about what last night’s chemistry homework was.

Well if that were true, then you and the rest of the boys would be considered lottery winners.

How that happened, how the four of you dysfunctional beings earned his friendship, the world may never know. However, Jake is fully convinced that this was the universe’s way of playing a cruel joke on him.

For as long as Jake could remember, it’s always been just the two of you. You and Jake. Jake and you. (With the exception of Heeseung and Jay, of course, who came along in middle school)

In fact, your earliest memory of Jake was when he peed his pants in the kindergarten during nap time. You would know, you had the privilege of sharing a sleeping mat with him that one fateful day and in result...let’s just say the smell didn’t wear off from your clothes until a week later. Five-year-old you didn’t forgive five-year-old Jake for the longest time.

And since then, you’ve been attached by the hip. And Jake liked it like that. Jake didn’t need anyone else in his life (with the exception of Leila) if he had you. He had found his home within you, and he didn’t plan on sharing his space anytime soon.

Nevertheless, the universe had a completely different idea for the two of you.

Sunghoon came into the picture last year, towards the end of the school year. Despite being the new kid, he found his way into your cherished friend group and naturally, the five of you grew as close as friends could be.

That was the problem. Jake wanted to hate Sunghoon, to despise him for being the one that you had heart eyes for, but he couldn’t.

Not only was Sunghoon one of Jake’s closest friends, but he didn’t want to ruin the dynamic of the friend group. After you, the three chaotic boys were the next most important people in Jake’s life.

And so, we have the typical love triangle plot that every coming-of-age movie follows. Of course, this is all unbeknownst to you––you may be intelligent and a people-person, but oh boy can you not see the heart eyes your very own best friend has for you.

“It’ll be easier than you think, really! Look, we can even set boundaries or rules or whatever,” you propose, as if you’re trying to get him to sign a contract.

Rules to a fake relationship? We’re not living in a Netflix romcom, are we?

“Okay rule number 1: it’ll only be for a week and a week only, rule number 2: we don’t have to do anything too couple-ly like...” you pause to wonder for a second.

“Like PDA or anything! You know, unless we really need to convince him,” you casually add. When he responds with radio silence and stares at you with absolute concern painted all over his face, you cough. “Jake, I’m joking.”

Right. Of course. Obviously.

“And of course, just try not to fall in love with me, it’ll be hard, I know,” you send a playful wink his way.

Too late. Turns out it’s not that hard. Jake would know.

Jake continues to stare at you in hesitation. Yeah, you’ve had your fair share of crazy ideas (that Jake always find himself agreeing to––the poor boy just can’t seem to say no to you), but fake dating you?

Jake is sure he wouldn’t be able to pull it off without slowly destroying himself. He’d just have to say no, he’s sure you can find someone else to do it for you.

Yes, that’s it, just say no.

Jake has to keep some of his pride in tact.

Jake does not say no.

He doesn’t know what went wrong. His mind said one thing, but his words said another.

To be fair, Jake’s actions have always been influenced by his heart, not his brain, anyways. And when it comes to you, you bet it’ll be coming from his heart.

So here he was now, under the stare of three equally shocked and confused guys across from you and him at the lunch table, your fingers intertwined with his.

Just a few seconds ago, you had spotted the rest of the lunch bunch approaching the table, and you quickly grabbed Jake’s hand and scooted in closer to him.

Now here you were, explaining to your friends of your sudden relationship.

Jake is too zoned out to even physically pick up your explanation. Something along the lines of "we’ve been dating for a while but didn’t want to tell you guys yet." From the feeling of your hand clutched tightly into his and your body right up next to him, his mind was short-circuiting.

How is he supposed to last an entire week of this if he couldn't handle innocent hand holding? Hand holding? God, what are we, back in the fifth grade?

Two minutes into this scheme and Jake's mind has already downgraded itself to a fifth grader's.

Jake mentally scolds himself for giving in, this was not a good idea.

It takes Jake approximately 12 hours to conclude that this stunt of yours may, actually, be a good idea. He knows this because approximately 12 hours after the events surrounding lunch, he receives a text from you:

y/n [12:03AM]: thanks again for doing this for me jake

y/n [12:03AM]: ur actually the best

y/n [12:04AM]: ew ok that was cheesy but really i owe u a big one <333

Following your thread of texts is a really close up photo of you widely smiling into the camera. A smile so big, Jake’s convinced your face was probably in pain after taking that picture.

Anyone else might’ve thought the photo looked borderline insane but because Jake’s Jake, aka a simpᵗᵐ for you, he comes to the conclusion that it’s singlehandedly the cutest thing he’s ever seen in the entire world.

After quickly saving the selfie into his phone, Jake tells himself that maybe this won’t be a bad thing after all. I mean, anything that makes you smile like that meant it has to be a good idea, right?

Spoken like a true simp.

Plus, dating you––fake dating you––is pretty much the same as it was before. He already spends most of his days with you to begin with. Now, it’s just with added displays of affection. For show, obviously. Obviously.

And look, if Jake will never get to actually be with you, then he’ll take what he can get. And if that meant fake dating you, well, he reasons that it’s better than nothing at all.

Wednesday, December 9th

Jake’s playing with the rings on your right hand and you’re in the middle of dramatically telling the lunch table about the infuriating Karen you had to deal with at work the other day when Jay comes up with a grin you all know a little too well.

“Okay that grin means one of two things: you finally grew the balls to ask out that poor girl you’ve been teasing all year or you have something planned that we won’t like,” you interrupt your story when you catch Jay’s sly expression, evoking a chuckle from Jake, who’s now found a new distraction with the bracelets perches on your wrist.

“Excuse you, I’ll have you know that I did ask her out. It just so happens that she’s currently ‘in between boyfriends’ whatever that means. Ouch, by the way,” Jay feigns hurt from your comment by clutching the area above his heart through his shirt. Ever the drama queen. “But yes, I do have something planned. And no, it’s not a bad idea.”

Jay squeezes his way in between Sunghoon and Heeseung from across you and begins to pull out his own lunch. Everyone’s eyes follow him as he settles in because as bad as his unknown idea may be, you’re all still curious on what this boy has to say.

“Well are you going to elaborate or...” Heeseung speaks up for everyone after you all mentally debate one another through darting eyes on who’s going to have to bite Jay’s silent bait.

Jay then forcefully sets both hands on his table, which elicits a little jump from you as you go for a bite of your sandwich. Adorable, Jake tells himself.

“My parents are out of town this weekend. We all know what that means...”

Yes. We do know what that means. The four of you have seen this scenario play out many times, a little too many times for your own good.

This meant one of Jay’s infamous house parties that he always throws whenever his parents go out of town. And because his parents are hot-shot CEOs of an important company whose name you don’t remember (it’s nothing personal, your brain can only handle so much information and this physics exam you were studying for took up 90% of your brain capacity at the moment), they’re out of town often.

And along with Jay’s parties comes chaos. Lots of it. And that’s because...well, it’s safe to say that despite the many school-wide presentations the police officers of your school have held in the auditorium on why you shouldn’t drink underage, Jay’s parents’ liquor cabinet always seems to find itself missing many a few bottles after each party. But we don’t talk about that. Shush.

Almost simultaneously, everyone at the table lets out a groan, much to Jay’s disappointment.

“C’mon guys! It’s been a while since anything’s fun happened to this school, think of all the sad students in that building right now,” he extends a finger whole-ass arm and points at your school, “who are in dire need of fun and a little...” he punctuates his sentence with the hand motion of chugging down a drink, followed with a gulping sound elicited from his tongue clicking.

You roll your eyes along with everyone else. Don’t be like Jay, kids. Listen to those police officers.

“Jay, it’s midterm season! I have an exam on Monday and I definitely do not want to spend the nights before wasted,” you give him an apologetic look. As crazy as Jay is, you do feel bad nonetheless. The boy just wants to have fun.

Your response is followed up with similar comments from around the table.

“I’m helping y/n study”

“I have an important skating performance on Sunday”

“Uh...my hamster died?” (ok Heeseung panicked, don’t blame the guy)

Ignoring that last excuse of an excuse, Jay continues his debate nonetheless. “Just come for the sake of it! No one’s saying you have to get wasted. Pleaseeee for me?”

Jay throws these parties so often, you’re not sure why he’s so set on making sure you’re all going to be there. Well, I guess who wouldn’t want their closest friends to be at their own party?

That and, Jay needs to make sure his friends are there to stop him from doing anything stupid. We all know this boy has had enough embarrassing moments to last him a lifetime.

Everyone at the table gives each other the same hesitant look. Heeseung is the first to give in, “Oh fuck it. Sure, count me in.”

Jay’s fist pumping the air before turning to Sunghoon with the most hopeful eyes.

Sunghoon simply sighs in return. “Alright okay, I’ll bite. But if you vomit on my shoes again, I’m out the door.” Jay’s finger is automatically drawing a cross over his heart as a promise to not ruin Sunghoon’s Nikes again.

He then looks to you with puppy eyes.

You, who's already staring back at Jay with a stoic look in your eyes, are stubborn and (unlike the previous weaklings) are not as easy to convince. And somehow, this began an unannounced staring contest between the two of you, a contest to see who would budge first. This isn't an uncommon occurrence between you and Jay, but the rest of the boys are still on the edges of their seats watching this duel.

Jake casually wraps an arm around your shoulder and you’re brought in close, but still undeterred from your death-stare match with the boy across from you.

If it’s not obvious enough, Jake’s really gotten into his role of being your boyfriend, despite it only being 24 hours since he last froze at your touch. Character development, you’ll give him that.

You almost forget he’s faking it for a quick second. And for an even quicker second, you imagine he wasn’t faking it. And you swear you feel butterflies in your stomach at that thought.

Weird.

You mentally shake the thought out of your head. Priorities first, aka, beating Jay in this staring contest.

“Fuck,” you stutter when you finally blink, admitting defeat to a grinning Jay. “Okay, okay, I’ll THINK about it. I’ll let you know.”

Not exactly the answer Jay was looking for, but he’ll take it. Better than a no.

He turns to Jake next, knowing there’s no way Jake will turn down a party. Just like Jay, the boy loves himself a good party.

But–

But because Jake would take your physics exam this Monday for you if you asked, because Jake would bungee jump in the Grand Canyon without a safety net below him if you asked, because Jake would fake date you to make your crush jealous for you if you asked, he doesn’t hesitate in his answer this time around: “Same as y/n, I’ll let you know.”

Jay looks at Jake. Then back at you, who he’s still clinging onto like a koala to a tree. Then back at Jake. “You two are gross. Admittedly cute. But gross.”

You look up at the boy next to you to see him already grinning at you.

For the first time today, you find yourself agreeing with Jay.

Admittedly cute.

Thursday, December 10th

You are having a bad day.

You’re having the mother of bad days.

Not only is it midterm season, but you still have all your regular weekly assignments to finish before Friday hits. So as a natural-born procrastinator does, you stayed up all last night trying to get a good amount of work done because what’s better than cramming all your work the night before it’s due? Doing it two nights before it’s due.

Well apparently it wasn’t such a good idea. Because now, here you were, frantically throwing on whatever articles of clothing you find nearest to you because you slept through all your alarms.

You’re lucky enough to make it through your school’s doors right as the second bell rings, even if you did look like you just walked straight out of a zombie apocalypse.

You’re not so lucky when you find out your first class of the day, calculus, had a pop quiz. A pop quiz on the only unit you just happened to know absolutely nothing about.

To top things off, you forgot to pack your lunch during this morning’s frenzy, meaning you’re automatically stuck sharing with Jake.

And because his mother started making him pack his own food out of a lesson of responsibility (she said something along the lines of: “Jake, you’re about to be in college and you don’t know how to pack a decent meal”), he only has a plain PB&J sandwich and a pack of Scooby-Doo gummies in his bag today (because newsflash, he still doesn’t know how to pack a decent meal).

Not that you could care less at the moment, you were too preoccupied with catching up on your assignments to even eat. And if any of the boys noticed your zombie-like state during lunch, they did a good job of not mentioning it. They knew better than to bother an irritated y/n.

Somehow, you make it through the entire school day and your after-school meeting for environmental club (save the trees!) in one piece. As you finally walk out of the school building, you exhale, automatically feeling lighter. At least the hard part of your day was done.

Now you just had to wait for Jake to finish soccer practice, which usually ended around the same time as your club, and he can drive you home, where you can continue being irritated with your day in the privacy of your own space.

You wait on the steps of the school’s entrance, waiting for a smiley Jake to come around the corner as he usually does at 5:30pm every Thursdays.

Yes, a smiling Jake is exactly what you needed to make your day ten times better, you conclude.

As if on cue, you hear a ding from your phone.

Jake [5:30PM]: ugh coach is extending practice for “team bonding”

Jake [5:30PM]: idek what team bonding is

Jake [5:31PM]: you ok if i cant drive you today? ://

It’s as if the universe decided to use you as its punching bag today.

You physically let out a distorted groan, not caring if anyone who happened to hear you thought you were a creature from out of this world, as you send him a text back.

y/n [5:32PM]: it’s all good lol have fun with tEaM bOnDiNg

Things were not all good. But no matter how upset you may be, you weren’t going to project your negative vibes onto Jake’s naturally positive ones. So you get up from the stone steps and begin your dreaded walk back home.

It’s freezing out. You should’ve known better to just throw on a hoodie and call it a day when it’s the middle of December. But then again, you figured by now you’d be in the comfort and warmth of Jake’s car and presence...not walking home in these freezing temperatures.

You think about Jake and how he’s probably currently suffering from not only his team bonding exercises (but really though, what are team bonding exercises?), but doing them in this weather as well. The poor boy.

You’re quickly broken out of your thoughts by the sound of a car engine from behind you. When you don’t see it pass by you and instead hear it pull over and park next to the curb of the sidewalk you’re currently on, you automatically deduce that this is it, this is my time, I’m about to get kidnapped by whoever it is behind me but y/n, you should probably turn around and check first before you drive yourself insane in this inner dialogue.

You turn around and squint into the front window of the car. If it were a kidnapper, this is exactly what your mother told you not to do. Her exact words were: “Run, don’t look back, and scream bloody murder.”

Good thing it wasn’t. Just an innocent Sunghoon waving his hand at you, motioning you to get in.

“Sunghoon?” You approach his car and stop at the passenger side’s open window.

“y/n! It’s freezing out, I’ll drive you home c’mon,” he nods his head towards the passenger side door.

Well, how could you say no? Sunghoon owns a nice car. Like a nice car. Like car-seat-heaters-that-make-you-feel-like-you’re-physically-melting nice. Beats getting hypothermia outside, right?

“Why are you going home from school so late?” You ask as you settle into his car, instantly melting at the touch of the aforementioned heated seats.

“Debate club, actually. Decided I needed another personality trait other than ice skating,” he starts the engine and begins driving towards the direction of your neighborhood.

You laugh at his comment, you didn’t peg him as a debate kind of student. Quiet Sunghoon? Debate club? If 2 plus 2 is four...

“Hey, I don’t call you the Ice Prince for nothing! Also, don’t forget your other personality trait: forgetting your lunch every day.”

Sunghoon quickly glances over at you to send you a dirty look (because eyes on the road, kids!), which you return with a cheeky grin. “Need I remind you that was you today?”

“Touché,” you click your tongue.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the faint sound of Sunghoon's music in the background filling in the quietness.

You’re humming along until Sunghoon breaks the silence, “Did Jake get stuck at practice again?”

You don’t know why, but you swear you feel your heart beat faster at the mention of Jake’s name. No, that was always there right? Because you were with Sunghoon...your crush..obviously. Obviously.

Ignoring the feeling, you turn your attention towards the boy driving you.

“Oh yeah, something about team bonding. How’d you know?”

“Eh, I just figured since he wasn’t driving you home like he always does.” He turns into your neighborhood.

You nod at his answer.

“You two make a good couple.”

You whip your head at him. Did you hear him correctly?

“It was about time, really. You two have been ogling at one another for so long, Heeseung, Jay, and I almost placed bets on who would be the first to make a move.”

He keeps his eyes on the road, casually going on about how you and Jake make the cutest couple he’s ever seen.

You're frozen, unsure of what to think, let alone say.

You think to two days ago, when you started this entire fake relationship because of the very boy driving you home right now. The same boy who's complimenting you on your fake relationship. The same boy who's supposed to be jealous over that said relationship. The same boy you’re supposed to be crushing over.

But now...only a mere 48 hours later, you were finding yourself okay with the fact that he was happy for you. And for the life of you, you couldn’t remember why you liked Sunghoon in the first place. Not saying he isn’t one to be crushed on, I mean, look at the guy.

Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact that you didn't feel nervous or giddy or..anything at all when you got into the car with Sunghoon. At least, not until Jake's name was mentioned. That's when you felt the butterflies. At the mention of Jake.

Jake.

Weird.

But before you can come to a conclusion on why you're feeling the way you do, Sunghoon interrupts your thoughts.

"Well, we're here! Say hi to your parents for me," he pulls into your driveway as you're still collecting your thoughts.

You give him a quick thanks and one last wave as you enter the front doors of your house.

Seeing that your only solution towards confusing feelings meant distracting yourself, distract yourself you did.

Even if it meant distracting yourself with your piling assignments.

The next time you look up from your work, it's suddenly way past sundown and a heavy storm has taken over. You’re surprised it hasn’t started flooding yet with the amount of rainfall you were hearing.

You check the time on your phone, the bright 8:16PM on the screen illuminating your dimly lit room. Seeing that neither of your parents have yet to be home from work, it looks like you were going to have to settle with some instant ramen for dinner tonight.

As you trudge down the stairs of your home, the sound of light knocking against the front door catches your attention. It's been a long day y/n, you're probably hearing things, it's definitely just the rain.

Nope. There it is again, but much louder. Much more urgent.

You contemplate any and all potential disasters that could happen from answering the door. Only a crazy person would be willing to go out in this hurricane-like weather to be frantically knocking on your door.

And so, you assume it has to be some psychopath trying to get into your house. Yes, there’s definitely no other logical explanation.

You scramble around your living room, looking for the next best weapon to defend you. Resorting to the flower vase your mother keeps on the table next to the front door, you hold it out in front of you, as if you're waiting for the door to burst open.

The knocking continues, gradually getting louder. You mentally curse at yourself for dropping out of the taekwondo class your dad signed you up for when you were younger.

Vase in hand, you swing open the door and brace for–

"Jake? What the fuck? Get in here, you're gonna get sick!"

You’re suddenly aware of how stupid you look, holding a light pink vase with a couple of orchids as your only form of self-defense...for it to only be your own best friend. You immediately put it back on the table as Jake quickly rushes past you and into your humble abode.

You close the door behind you and turn to face the soaked boy.

“I come bearing gifts, also known as take-out and hot chocolate from that one cafe you love. Also my company, if you’ll take it. I had a feeling you weren’t having the best day today,” he’s simply standing there, holding up a large brown paper bag in one hand, and a deliciously smelling cup of hot chocolate in the other, but you’re looking at him as if he bought you the Moon.

You stare in awe at the angel of a boy in front of you, silently thanking the stars for gifting you this amazing human being as your best friend. You don’t know what you did to deserve him.

You give him a soft smile. “Jake, you didn’t have to. It’s practically a shitstorm out there,” you cock your head towards the window, showcasing the downpour of cats and dogs outside. Jake stays by the entrance as you go down the hall and through your house’s linen closet to find a spare towel for the drenched boy.

“Nah it’s no big deal, really. Just fulfilling my duties as your loyal boyfriend,” he grins, even though you can’t see him. He likes calling himself that. Your boyfriend.

Jake continues to shake his messy hair to get the excess rain off, giving a mental apology to whoever is going to have to mop up the puddle forming on the floor due to his unannounced visit. Probably you.

Jake hears you laugh down the hall. “You’re really invested in your role, huh? Keep this up and you might actually trick me into believing you’re my actual boyfriend.”

Actual boyfriend? Jake likes the sound of that. Maybe he will keep this up then.

Jake doesn’t have much experience in acting, unless you count that time he played the role of Town Villager #3 in the third grade play, so he never found it as one of his interests. But playing the role of your boyfriend was one he was willing to fulfill for the rest of life, even if it was just for show.

Jake doesn’t respond to your comment, he’s instead self-aware of his blushing cheeks, thankful that you’re too busy rummaging through your linen closet to take notice.

“Plus, you didn’t have lunch today and I had feeling you were going to be too caught up in your work to feed yourself anything other than instant ramen,” he sets down his gifts to you on your living room’s coffee table as you come around the corner, fresh towel and new set of clothes in hand.

His eyes fall on the familiar looking pair of sweatpants and hoodie resting on the palms of your hands.

Hm. A little too familiar.

Then, it clicks in his head.

His eyes narrow at you as you giggle at his reaction, “Oh, so it takes me getting drenched in the rain for you to finally return my clothes that I’ve been missing!?”

“Hey! I’m not returning them, simply loaning them out to a friend who’s in dire need. You basically gifted them to me the second you left them here months ago.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Love you too,” you toss the clothes at him and take a seat on the floor around your coffee table, prepping the table with the boxes of Chinese food Jake supplied.

After Jake changes into the stolen dry clothes, he takes a seat next to an already-eating you at the coffee table.

“You. are. my lord and savior Sim Jaeyun,” you’re saying with your mouth full of fried rice. You sigh from satisfaction and rest your head against Jake’s shoulder as you continue chewing. He grins as he helps himself to his own serving of fried rice and orange chicken.

You look up at him from your spot, “How was team bonding today?”

Jake groans in response, clearly annoyed. “Stupid. I don’t get how doing trust falls and pyramid building is going to get us any closer. If anything, I almost FELL off that pyramid today!”

You don’t know why, but you find yourself admiring him and his soft features as he continues to rant about one of his teammates, specifically, the one who almost dropped him.

The way his messy hair, unkept from the rain ruining it, almost covers his eyes (but you tell yourself you like it this way, it looks more natural on him), the way the corners of his lips are always perked upwards (even when he’s ranting), the way his eyes sparkle whenever he’s truly passionate about whatever he’s talking about, the way his eyes look at you like–

“Stare much? Look, I get you can’t resist my good looks but at least be subtle about it,” he smirks at you as he takes another spoon of rice.

You break out of his trance and scoff at him.

“You’re cute when you rant,” you nonchalantly say as you move from your spot to mirror his actions and add more rice to your plate as well. Jake’s stills at your sudden comment, unsure of how to respond. Lucky for him, you’re distracted by the mountain of food on your plate to even notice the blushing mess of a boy next to you.

“You know, you’re lucky you’re cute. Or else I’d deck you right here and now for ditching me after school today.”

Anddd there goes the moment. Leave it to you to follow up a compliment with a threat of violence.

Jake finds it cute anyways. He always finds you cute.

Jake narrows his eyes and lightly shoves you before an apology is written all over his face. “Sorry about that by the way. I feel awful about making you walk home when it was freezing out.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Sunghoon gave me a ride, actually. Did you know he does debate? I guess you learn something new everyday,” you ramble, unaware of the boy next to you getting tense at the sudden mention of the other’s name.

Up until now, Jake’s completely forgotten about Sunghoon's involvement in this entire scheme. In fact, the past 48 hours with you have felt so normal, so comfortable, he almost forgot about the deal in the first place. “You think he has any clue?” Jake suddenly asks, referring to the plan.

You immediately know what he’s referring to, as Jake practically worded out your very own thoughts.

You shrug. “Not a single one. We’re practically William and Kate in his eyes. But honestly, that’s the least of my worries right now. I’m too distracted by my exams right now to care.”

Jake feels guilty for being satisfied with your answer. He’s 100% sure that if convincing Sunghoon took you two an entire lifetime of fake dating, he’d be all too willing to do it.

“Go to Jay’s party with me tomorrow,” he abruptly says, catching your attention as your mouth is stuffed. Cute.

He pokes your cheek. “It’ll get your mind off of work and plus, what’s more convincing than showing up to a party with your amazing boyfriend?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Jake doesn’t know where he gets his sudden surge of confidence. But he does know he loves calling himself your boyfriend...even if it’s for the time being.

Rolling your eyes and swatting his poking fingers away from your face, you ponder on his suggestion.

“You mean my annoying boyfriend,” you stick your tongue out at him. Jake takes a mental picture and hopes it never leaves his mind.

“But I guess you could be right. Maybe I can clear my head for the night before I study my ass off all weekend.”

Friday, December 11th

The party does not clear your mind.

If anything, it gives you enough headaches to last you at least until the end of high-school.

You come to this revelation as you and Jake approach Jay’s home, a luxurious mansion sitting at the end of a cul-de-sac, lined with similarly luxurious palaces, located in an equally luxurious neighborhood.

You come to this revelation when you can already feel the pounding bass of music as you walk up Jay’s driveway.

You come to this revelation when, not even two seconds after entering Jay’s front doors––

“You’re here!” A buzzed Jay shouts at the two of you, causing the both of you to contemplate your past choices that brought you here today. Jay definitely isn’t straight up drunk yet, but Jake still makes a mental note to keep an eye on him tonight. Just in case.

The blonde-haired boy is quick to hand over two red solo cups of god knows what, to which you and Jake immediately put down on the nearest table after Jay walks away to greet the next incoming guests (you know, to not hurt his feelings).

You and Jake are lucky enough to have been around Jay and his parties long enough to know that going all out at these parties will not be pretty the next morning.

You cringe at the memory of last year, when you had to suffer from possibly the worst hangover of all hangovers after one of Jay’s parties. Jake will never let you forget how miserable you looked the next morning. His camera roll’s album titled “y/n blackmail pics” can vouch for that.

“Remind me again to never listen to you,” you almost have to shout at Jake over the thumping music. Jake laughs at your comment and tugs at your hand as he begins entering the house.

The two of you do your rounds of greetings to the people you know...and random underclassmen who you swear you have never seen before but somehow made it to this party. You’ve always questioned how Jay’s invite list worked. Maybe there isn’t one. That would explain how it looked like someone announced Jay was giving out free Teslas and the entire school got hold of the news.

“Thank god you guys are here,” you hear a voice come from behind the two of you as you guys leave the main room to enter the house’s smaller, but just as luxurious looking, den. You turn to see Heeseung with Sunghoon following closely behind, trying his best not to get swept away in the crowd of people.

The den is where you usually stayed during these parties. It’s not like there are rules of where people are allowed to party, by any means, but it’s like how a high-school’s cafeteria worked. There’s a mutual silent agreement of where everyone goes, and the den is where the party host and his friends went.

“Okay, is it just me, or is tonight’s party just a little...too..much?” Sunghoon asks as the four of you take your seats on the main couch of the room. Jake’s quick to make space for you next to him as you go to sit, but to his surprise, you find your home right on his lap.

“You said be convincing right?” you say into his ear as you settle yourself. Right. That’s totally why. Because you had to go along with the ruse. Obviously.

You shift a bit so you’re more facing sideways, not blocking off Jake’s line of vision as the boy himself is..well, calling him a rag doll might be excessive.

But he’s sure he looks like one right now, having lost all senses in his limbs, leaving him frozen underneath you.

Jake Sim is the epitome of politeness. He was raised in a family that taught him how to respectfully greet others, how to always offer food to others before eating it himself, how to properly treat a significant other. As a result, Jake grew up to be one of the sweetest, kindest, purest people to ever walk this earth.

(Relatively speaking, the earth is large, but so is Jake’s heart.)

But human-beings aren’t perfect, they must have a balance. A balance of pros and cons.

Sure, he can’t pack his own lunch and sometimes forgets to water the little succulent you gifted him that’s currently seated on his window sill. Sure, sometimes he’s too sweet for his own good, you know, like willing-to-be-your-fake-boyfriend too sweet. But aside from the minor details, Jake Sim doesn’t have many cons, no.

But he sure can be awkward.

And so because Jake Sim is sweet, kind, pure, and awkward, he is unsure of what to do with himself when you’re seated right on top of him.

As if you could read his befuddled mind, you take his arm that’s resting behind you to wrap around your waist as your support as you throw one of your arms around his shoulder. And throughout this entire adjustment, his widened eyes are staring right at you.

Bless this pure, pure boy.

Also bless the position you’re in, blocking the two other boys from directly seeing Jake’s face. Because if they were to catch glimpse of Jake’s expression right now, your cover might be blown, just like that. You’re lucky Heeseung and Sunghoon are distracted by another classmate who came up to them.

“Relax,” you sweetly laugh, cupping his chin with your free hand and lightly squeezing his cheeks. “You’re so adorably awkward.”

Jake pouts at you. “I am not awkward!”

“Right, and I’m totally dating you for real,” you playfully whisper at him, eliciting a poke at your waist in response.

Twenty minutes of people-watching-aka-“who do you think is gonna pass out first?”-from-your-spot-on-the-couch later, the four of you draw your attention to the rowdy party host you all have the honor of calling your friend––aka Jay––dancing (that is, if you call wildly swinging your limbs in all four directions dancing) in the middle of the den.

"Oh god, look at him," Sunghoon voices from besides you.

Heeseung's already filming the moment on his phone. Ah yes, technology. The best thing to ever happen to drunk teens' friends.

"He's so wasted," you throw your head back as you let out a laugh. “We should help the kid out.”

Poor Jay. He's not gonna hear the end of it after tonight.

"I don't know why he thinks these parties are such a good idea when he knows how trashed he's gonna be when he wakes up," Jake says, his hand naturally squeezing your waist as you giggle at his comment. "And how trashed the house will be."

Jay slumbers over to where the four of you are seated, and abruptly stops right in front of the couch.

"My best friends!" Jay happily cheers. “Having fun?”

“Watching you? Always,” you say to the boy who’s squeezing into a seat between you and Sunghoon, as if the small couch wasn’t already suffocating enough (and that’s with you on Jake’s lap).

“But for real though, you should probably lay off the drinks for now,” Heeseung insists. “For all our sakes.”

Sunghoon nods along and grabs the cup Jay’s currently nursing and sets it down where it’s out of Jay’s reach, much to his dismay. But the disappointment quickly leaves the dazed boy’s head, as his attention is now directed towards you and Jake.

“Well if it isn’t mom and dad,” Jay turns to face you and Jake, certainly amused by your seating arrangement.

“You know–” Jay points a finger at the two of you. “For a couple that’s certainly close, I haven’t seen you two kiss.”

Jake is immediately coughing, certainly not expecting that to come out of his friend’s mouth.

“Okay and your point is?” Jake frowns at Jay. If Jay wasn’t tipsy, Jake would’ve smacked the back of his head by now.

“I’m just saying...” the blonde responds, both hands up in the air as if Jake is accusing him of something, when in was, in fact, the opposite. “But nevermind, Jakey boy here is probably too innocent for such nonsense anyways.”

Yes, it’s confirmed. Once Jay sobers up tomorrow, Jake is driving over to his house (even though it’s a good ten minute drive from his own) just to smack him.

“What do you mean I’m too–”

Jake doesn’t finish his sentence. In fact, Jake doesn’t even remember what he was going to say.

Jake doesn’t think nor feel anything else other than your lips planted on his.

You’re pulling him in close, your hands cupping his face as his own are twitching on your waist, his mind flustered. You move your hands from his face to his neck, to which Jake immediately relaxes at.

Sure, you two are in the middle of a dumb high-school party, one filled with pounding music and shouting teenagers, but right now, in this moment, Jake can only feel you. And he doesn’t want the feeling to ever stop.

When you part, Jake’s eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, his own parted in shock. He thinks he might pass out right here and now. He thinks his heart might explode right here and now. He thinks he might lov-

“Happy?” you turn to a satisfied Jay, ignoring the looks of amusement from Heesung and Sunghoon besides him.

“Well,” you pat Jake’s leg as you get up from your spot. “I’m gonna get us some drinks. Punch only, of course.”

Jake’s eyes are on you as you walk away, his face tinted pink from the adrenaline of it all, his heart racing.

Jake thinks back to three days ago, when he told himself that this idea of yours was going to be all fine. After all, it was only going to be for one week. Afterwards, he can move on with his life as if nothing happened.

But fast forward 72 hours later, 72 hours after you and Jake started this act, 72 hours after Jake told himself it’ll be all fine, Jake knows he was poorly mistaken.

Because 72 hours later, in the middle of a party that reeked of the combined smell of alcohol and sweat, Jake knows one thing and one thing for sure.

He never wants to move on from the feeling of being with you. He never wants to move on from this.

From you.

He’s screwed.

Saturday, December 12th

When Jake wakes up, much later than he intended to, on Saturday morning, the first sensation he feels are his tingling lips, still in disbelief that they graced your own last night.

The second sensation being his pounding mind––it’s running through ten million thoughts at a time, telling him no last night wasn’t a dream.

Third: his heart beating so fast at the thought of you, he thinks he might beat out of his chest.

And fourth, a buzzing noise.

Jake blindly flounders his arm to the table beside him in hopes of finding the origin of the annoying sound, aka, his phone.

After knocking down multiple miscellaneous items on his nightstand (he makes a mental note to clean his room later), he successfully retrieves the item of search.

Jake squints at the bright screen, mind still cloudy from a mix of 1) being half-asleep, and 2) still processing what happened the night before.

y/n [11:10AM]: r u awake yet?

y/n [11:22AM]: imma take that as a no

y/n [11:35AM]: lemme know when ur up

jake [11:44AM]: just woke up sorry

jake [11:44AM]: are you okay? what’s up

y/n [11:45AM]: r u busy?

y/n [11:45AM]: kinda wanted to talk abt smth

jake [11:45AM]: uh well no im still in bed lmao

y/n [11:46AM]: cool im outside your door

Jake’s eyes widen as he processes your last few texts.

Talk? Outside his door?

Jake’s heart is nervously pounding as jumps out of bed and quickly puts on the first plaid flannel he finds. He scrambles to his mirror and gives his reflection a quick run-down.

He’s sporting your his favorite hoodie underneath the flannel that’s long overdue a wash and his tousled hair has seen better days, but he couldn't care less.

Before his mind can catch up to his actions, he’s rushing down the stairs, skipping two at a time and to this front door. Because he didn’t want to keep you waiting? Because he was too excited to see you? Maybe a mix of both. Definitely more of the latter, however.

He quickly runs a hand through his hair to try to fix it up as much as he can, to no avail, before opening the door to reveal you, sitting on the steps of his front porch.

“y/n,” he’s breathing heavily as you turn to greet him with your sweet smile he didn’t even realize he was missing. Is it possible to miss someone overnight? Jake concludes yes, it definitely is.

“Did you run down here or something?,” you question his out-of-breath state, a teasing tone laces the tip of your tongue.

“Or something,” Jake mutters as he closes the front door behind him to join you on the steps when you make no sign of moving. “Have you been out here all morning?”

“Not allll morning. I had a feeling you’d sleep in so I came around the time I first texted you. Would’ve knocked but didn’t wanna bother your family,” you hum, keeping your eyes trained on the peaceful scenery around you.

You’ve always loved Jake’s neighborhood, it brought you a sense of peace, a sense of home.

Or was that because it reminded you of Jake?

“You could never be a bother,” he quickly rebuttals as he takes his seat next to you on the steps.

You respond with a soft smile before turning your attention back to anything other than the boy next to you. Your mind seems to be lost in its own thoughts, Jake can tell by the distant look in your eyes.

The sound of birds chirping in the distance fills the silence that falls between the two of you.

Any other day, Jake would love this. He savors every second he’s with you, even if it’s just pure silence.

But this silence was different. It wasn’t the usual comforting, warm silence that the two of you share on a typical day. This one held tension, tension so thick that Jake doesn’t know where to begin thinking.

But here’s the thing. Jake doesn’t think.

Not when it comes to you.

He takes a deep breath. Rubs his hands together. Pats them on his lap. Turns towards you.

“Look, I-”

“I think I might like you.” The words come out of your mouth so fast, Jake’s positive he heard you wrong the first time around.

He whips his head to meet your eyes, your own already staring back at him, your bottom lip nervously tucked under your teeth.

“No, I––I do. I know I do. I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you and I don’t think I’m doing a very good job right now,” the words are all of the sudden tumbling out of your mouth as if your brain flipped a switch and isn’t able to turn it off. “In hindsight, I should’ve known better to fake date my own best friend. But these past few days made me realize how much I love being with you. And not like how I’m always with you 24/7 before this entire thing started, but being with you. I even started getting that weird, bubbly feeling in my stomach every time I so much as heard your name. And then last night at the party, I realized afterwards that I wouldn’t have kissed you if some part of me didn’t see you in that way. Even if it meant Jay would’ve been on our asses all night if I didn’t. So yeah.”

You finish with a deep breath and look up at him to meet his widened eyes. Silence.

Jake thought he was braindead during last week’s history quiz. Jake thought he was braindead when he had to cram a semester’s worth of chemistry content the night before his exam. Heck, Jake thought he was braindead when you first told him about your idea of a fake dating him. But no, this is braindead.

He’s finally hearing what he’s been dreaming of for so long, and of all times, now his brain decides to shut off.

“Are you..uh..are you gonna say anything?” You’re nervously fumbling with your hands, desperate to distract yourself with anything else apart from his silent stare.

"Why are you sorry?" Jake says before his mind can think of anything else. He doesn't pay attention to his thumping heart that's one look-from-you away from exploding right then and there. "You didn't do anything wrong. If anything, you took the words right out of my mouth.”

Now you're staring at him with the wide eyes, the words processing in your mind.

Jake realizes he's waited too long to do this. A few years too long. He also realizes he shouldn't have put on that extra layer of a flannel. The nervous tension created by the two of you was suffocating enough, and being outside under the bright sun didn’t help.

"I like you too. God y/n, I like you too so much," Jake doesn't even care if his words are all sorts of messed up right now. He just needs you to get the idea. "I have for a while now.”

You let out a relieved sigh, ecstasy rushing through your blood. “Really? I think I have for a while too. I’m so stupid, it took me so long to realize it. It didn’t hit me until I realized how I felt around you, compared to the guy I’m supposed to actually have a crush on.”

Jake lets out a laugh, the tension immediately dissolving. “Hey, if it wasn’t for Sunghoon, I don’t think we’d be here right now.”

“You’re right, I’m too oblivious and you’re too awkward to actually make a move,” you wink at him. If his heart wasn’t fluttering at the sight of you, on his porch on a Saturday morning, confessing your feelings to him, Jake probably would’ve lightly shoved you away.

Instead, he’s turning to you with the most endeared look on his face, and you’re blushing underneath his gaze.

“What? Stare much?” You giggle, quoting the boy himself as you shyly duck your head to avoid his stare.

Jake gently grabs your chin to tilt your face towards his, and before you can process what’s happening, he suddenly meets your lips with his own, closing the gap between you two.

Jake thinks if the ground underneath him right now decided to open up and swallow him whole, he’d die happily.

Jake smiles against you, feeling comfort in ways he’ll never be able to achieve without you.

Your hands instinctively find their way into his hair, as one of his rests below your ear, thumb softly caressing your cheek, the other pulling you in by the waist. He’s naturally leaning into you, gravitating towards your warmth, unable to stop the giddy feeling bubbling in his stomach.

He doesn’t think the feeling will ever go away.

When you pull away to catch your breath, you rest your head against the nook of his neck, basking in his presence as his arms both find their way around your waist. You sigh in pleasure.

“Remember at the beginning of all of this, when you told me ‘Just try not to fall in love with me?’” Jake gently says. Jake feels the slight nod you give against his shoulder as you hum in response.

Jake whispers two more words into your ear, filling you with happiness and warmth you know you won’t be able to find through anyone––or anything––else.

“Too late.”

✰ if you made it ‘til the end, ily :’)))))

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“The Most Beautiful Girl In The World”: The Guys As Fathers (MLQC Headcanon)

Hi dear Nonny!

What a wonderful idea! We could all use a bit of fluff every now and then 🤣 I hope you’re doing well too! Sending you much love along with these headcanons! Hope you enjoy the read! 🥰💖

Victor:

Daddy’s little princess - this little girl is the CEO of Victor’s heart

She is also the unofficial CEO of LFG: Victor loves to bring her to work with him every now and then, and all the office staff go absolutely ga-ga over her

Goldman. Is. Smitten. (Especially since she has a way of softening Victor’s hard as nails exterior)

Victor likes to front like he’s strict, but he’s not fooling anybody. Just one look at the tenderness in his eyes when he’s looking at his daughter would tell you who’s really the boss

Psst! He loves to spoil her!

And by spoiling, we don’t mean that she gets whatever she wants, all the time (although daddy’s heart DOES thrill a little inside to see her all bubbly with happiness after he presents her with a gift) — Victor will also ensure that he carves out time from work to spend with his family (there will definitely be a shift in work-life balance)

He won’t let her get away with everything though! The man will still insist that she be on her best behaviour when necessary, but he is a lot more lax than you would’ve expected from him

Family time would consist of: horseback riding lessons, teddy bear picnics and tea parties (best believe she will be sending an actual invitation in the mail to Mr. Mills) — you will absolutely melt the first time you see Victor perched uncomfortably in a tiny chair, holding a mini plastic teacup to his lips and asking a stuffed cat if it would like another scone

She LOVES to be Victor’s sous-chef in the kitchen, and when she gets a bit older, she’ll also become daddy’s jogging buddy

Victor will always, always read her a bedtime story, even when he’s away from home on business, even if it means interrupting a meeting (Victor will establish a new norm; his peers will come to respect his family values)

The absolute apple of the eye of Victor’s father and aunt: this munchkin can do no wrong. If she is to be spoiled rotten by anyone, it would be by these two.

Every time you go over to their place for dinner, it’s pretty much guaranteed that you’ll be leaving with a trunkful of new toys

This little girl would be a good mix of her mother and father: she’ll inherit her father’s jet black hair, but the intensity of her eyes will be softened by your genes

In spite of all this generosity, your little girl will grow up to be far from spoiled

She will be incredibly compassionate, and will go from donating her many, many books and toys to other less fortunate kids as a child to organizing charity functions, etc., as a young adult.

Victor couldn’t be more proud.

Lucien:

The shift is seismic the very first time Lucien holds his newborn daughter in his arms

“She looks just like you,” he whispers to no one in particular, careful not to wake you as you get one night of precious sleep immediately postpartum before your nights become interrupted by endless wake-feed-soothing back to bed cycles

Lucien doesn’t sleep that first night in the hospital; he spends it cradling your daughter by the light of the moon seeping in through the thin slats of the blinds

The cool rays illuminate every single feature that Lucien sets his mind on memorizing: her eyes — still a little bit swollen, the flare of those tiny nostrils, the sharply defined cupid’s bow of the most perfectly shaped lips

He is putting his face to the downy soft hairs on the crown of her head, nose pressing to cheek to inhale the scent of his newborn daughter

A tiny seed of anxiety begins to sprout from deep within Lucien to know that he will never have this moment again with her, and it feels like time is already slipping from the tight grasp of his hand

But then suddenly, she opens her big, bright eyes. Quietly, she stares at her daddy, her irises the same colour as the ones drowning in her gaze, and the nervous clench in Lucien’s gut dissolves

And when she opens and closes her mouth in a soundless gape as if to say that everything will be okay, Lucien knows he would give his life in a heartbeat to protect hers

This little girl is wise beyond her years, and will often say things that surprise the adults around her; family friends will refer to her as an “old soul”

She is far from a little chatterbox, preferring instead to listen and observe those around her, her big, bright eyes patiently taking in every detail

Initially, you’ll be concerned that she isn’t speaking as much as other children her age. Lucien will take his time reassuring you, an almost knowing smile on his lips.

When she does finally speak, she blows everyone away with the relative complexities of her sentence structures

Little genius: your daughter shares her father’s intelligence and can often be found snuggling up under her favourite camphor tree, books and sketching pencils in hand

She loves flying kites with her mommy and daddy

Quiet but kind, she’ll have no shortage of friends and admirers

You might be surprised, but she also has a wicked sense of humour. Enjoys delivering jokes with the cutest wink in the world.

Her favourite place in the world is daddy’s laboratory. The noisy whirs of those big, fancy machines make her jump for joy and Lucien cannot help but smile

There are times — especially when you guys are at your happiest as a family — that Lucien has to fight back the anxiety that all this could be taken away from him. The melancholic tinge in his smile is so slight that even you could miss it at times. But your daughter will always catch it. And when she does, she’ll slip her tiny hand within her father’s much larger palm, look up and give him the biggest smile she can muster. It’ll always bring him back to the moment.

Little though she is, she gives him strength beyond compare

And on the day of her graduation from university at the top of her class, she’ll be given a priceless gift from her parents: a silver pen named Iridescent.

Gavin:

Usually so calm, cool and collected in even the most stressful of situations, Gavin is a nervous wreck when you go into labour

He is pacing back and forth and back and forth in the hospital room. You almost want to send him on an errand to get some popular street eats with a guaranteed long line up just so he can calm TF down and not get in the nurses’ way

He is offering you ice chips before you even ask for it, patting at your forehead with a facecloth even though you’re not sweating, giving you his hand to hold every two minutes even though you haven’t started pushing yet

When you mention that he should probably try to calm down since you likely have at least another hour to go before your cervix is fully dilated, he nods in agreement and starts doing push-ups and sit-ups on the floor

The battery of Gavin’s phone dies from all of Minor’s messages asking if the baby has arrived yet

Birdcop is fit to burst from all the joy his body just simply cannot contain the moment his little girl arrives

Because now he has not just one, but TWO of you!

Your daughter will be the splitting image of you, except for her striking amber eyes

The names she gives her stuffed animals will be strangely familiar: Fluffy, Softy, Pearly Jr., etc. (you’ll have to ask her whether daddy helped with the naming 🤣).

Minor’s enthusiasm cannot be dampened: he is over so often with food, diapers and offers to do the housework that you basically have to make him your child’s godparent LOL

Gavin is a giant teddy bear when it comes to your daughter: he cannot say no to her and lives to see her smile

She is gifted with her father’s athleticism, and Gavin won’t hesitate to personally instruct her on the art of self-defence starting at a very young age (needless to say, any future suitors will be given very intense once-overs by Gavin, even little boys at the playground; you can never let your guard down)

Eli is on Gavin’s watch list the moment G-man overhears her shyly asking you about “daddy’s handsome coworker” the year she turned 8

Yes, she will also be getting a bracelet with a GPS tracker LOLOL

She is incredibly strong: could probably toss Minor around like a burlap sack by the time she’s 12

This little girl is all about the thrills, screaming, “Go higher, daddy! Higher!” in Gavin’s ear as he flies with her on his shoulders

He will take her to the BEST places for stargazing at night (when she’s old enough to stay up) — best believe this is something G-man will lament the loss of when she’s all grown up

Yes, the motorcycle will be her ride of choice the moment she gets her licence (much to her parents’ chagrin)

Gavin cannot help but tear up every time he watches her play the piano, especially if she plays with her mother at the same time

Psst! He has a photo in his study of the two of you sitting next to each other on the piano bench, the late afternoon sun streaming in through big, French windows, dappled by leaves falling from the ginkgo tree planted in the backyard

He only wishes his mother could’ve been there to see his beautiful baby girl

Kiro:

This little star charms absolutely everyone at first sight: the doctors and nurses that help deliver her are completely enamoured with this little bundle of joy

Tears are streaming from Kiro’s bright blue eyes the moment she is placed into his arms for the first time; he’ll bend over to give you the biggest kiss while gently cradling the baby, the salt of your tears mixing together

This little girl has the best laugh: clear and bright and like music to the ears of anyone lucky enough to hear it.

And she laughs often — daddy is hell-bent on filling her childhood with love and joy and will do anything to make her smile

You’ll often see Kiro crawling around the house on hands and knees, your daughter shrieking with laughter as she tugs on his golden hair, yelling “Giddy-up!” over and over again

Genetics aside, let’s just pretend that her hair is long and golden like her father’s. At times, she literally looks like a doll come to life, especially with those azure eyes

Budding superstar: this girl has inherited her father’s talents when it comes to acting and music. She is hitting those high notes, projecting that beautiful voice and basically hamming it up all the time just to get a laugh from her adoring family.

Kiro will “complain” about double standards because Savin will always have a tasty treat for her whenever he sees her, saying “Make sure your daddy doesn’t get any, okay?” LOL

At the same time, Kiro decides to (gasp!) cut down on his junk food habit when his daughter is born. He actually already started out of solidarity during your pregnancy, and wants to be healthy so he can have as much time as possible with his beloved family

Kiro also cuts back on his workload when his little girl arrives. This daddy is super involved in all aspects of taking care of his baby and his wife. You’ll never hear him complain about having to change a dirty diaper. In fact, he even does it better than you do — no leakages here! LOL

Kiro LOVES to dress his daughter up and will often wear matching outfits with her. Baby and daddy denim overalls? Check. Father-daughter couture? Check.

Baby globetrotter: you guys will tag along with Kiro when he flies overseas to shoot on location. Kiro loves having you and the baby near.

When she gets a bit older, you can bet that they’ll be the best gaming buddies (you’ll insist on her having completed her homework first, but Kiro will secretly let her play one game before she starts - “just don’t tell your mom, or else we’ll both be in trouble!”)

Charming and bright, your daughter is also a bit of a tech wiz. Learns to code at a very young age under her father’s tutelage, and enjoys building computers from scratch as a hobby.

This little girl carries joy with her wherever she goes, spreading it around like warm sunshine

Shaw:

Shaw is soft, soft, soft the moment he becomes a father

He could be blasé about everything else, but not when it comes to his daughter, the absolute treasure of his heart along with his wife

There will be times that you wake up in the middle of the night and find his side of the bed empty. You’ll hear his footsteps, softly pacing back and forth before a large window as he tries to sooth your infant daughter back to sleep. Shaw will look like he literally stepped out of a ‘90s Calvin Klein ad campaign, topless and clad only in low slung pyjama bottoms as he cradles your daughter in his arms, the muscles of his biceps bulging in the pale moonlight that casts a silvery glow on his lavender hair.

(Example of a Calvin Klein ad from the 1990s)

Guess your thirst will have to wait till your daughter falls asleep again to be slaked LOL

This little girl will have her father’s amber eyes as well as the fine features of his face — she will slay all the kids in school with her beauty

Loves to snark her dad but is all sweetness to you (Psst! Shaw (not-so) secretly loves it!)

A fast-talker and quick-witted: sometimes, you think you can actually hear her mind working

Absolutely loves her daddy’s skateboard and would much rather learn new tricks on her own board than play with more age-appropriate toys

She is also a bit of a bookworm: loves to read and is often surprising you with new topics of interest, everything from ancient civilizations to meteorology

Your little girl will often snuggle up to him and ask him what he is reading. Shaw will then proceed to read to her, even if it’s a paper or a textbook. Her quick mind has been able to grasp even abstract concepts from a very young age. She’s a bit of a genius in that respect.

Inherits her dad’s love of music. The two of them will enjoy rocking out in the basement the moment she is big enough to properly hold an electric guitar (with you sneaking peeks every 5 minutes to make sure she’s still got her protective headphones on LOL)

She’ll take after her dad in that she’ll seem uncomfortable with the concept of authority starting at a very young age. She questions nearly everything and will drive many of her teachers up the wall, although they will also recognize the extent of her incredible intellect. She’ll set herself apart at school as a leader, having also the charisma to charm those who would wish to follow

Her dad, of course, is absolutely ecstatic to have a daughter capable of thinking for herself instead of blindly following others (and you will be too!)

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