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acourtofwhatthefuck · 2 years

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Coming Home (Part 8)

Azriel x Reader

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Warnings: Nah. I think we all know I eat angst for breakfast by now. 🫣

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A week later, your only relief was keeping busy.

Day in and day out, you threw yourself into the world of your work, lost yourself in the glorious art that was magical healing. Every minute of the day was filled with walk-ins at the clinic, or the more urgent home visits you travelled out to. And come evening time, when the patient footfall thinned out into nothing, you crushed herbs and mixed ingredients until you were healing your own cuts, your own burns, making salves and tonics and long-forgotten medicinal recipes that were fading on the pages of the dusty old book you so often buried your nose into.

Anything to keep your thoughts off of him. To keep that ache from ripping you open inside.

That evening, like every other over the past week, you hid yourself away in your little back room. It had become a solace of sorts, a place that was yours to linger in for as long into the night as you needed. Sometimes you even slept there.

You wiped a sheen of sweat from your brow as you drained the water from the herbs you’d been boiling. Lost in the punchy aromas and the steam creating a shroud around you, you just about jumped out of your skin when you turned to find a figure in the doorway. You winced as a few droplets of boiled water sloshed over the rim of the ceramic pot, spraying your arm.

“Shit.” Lucien marched over, easing the pot from your hands and placing it on the counter. “Sorry — I did knock. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.” You wiped your hands on your apron, the sting already gone. “What brings you here?”

“I was on my way to that family dinner I’ve been so generously invited to. Thought I’d drop by here and offer to walk you there.”

Shit — you’d forgotten about the dinner you’d agreed to. And thus, forgotten to come up with a good excuse as to why you couldn’t attend. You knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid these things forever, but to see Azriel so soon — to sit across the table from him and act like everything was fine — was a prospect that made you feel sick.

Lucien seemed to notice your hesitation. He frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” You quickly said — you really didn’t feel like explaining the Azriel situation right now to anyone; even him. “No, I just…forgot. Uh…I’ll clean myself up.”

“Good idea. You have a little…” He reached out a strong, broad hand, the pad of his thumb brushing just beneath your eye. “There. Some sort of powder.”

With a somewhat nervous laugh bubbling up your throat, you brushed past him, his touch still tingling on your face.

You didn’t see the point in fixing your appearance beyond the basics of dusting yourself down and throwing your hair up that had begun to curl in the humidity of the room. You discarded your apron, shucking your jacket on, and turned to Lucien expectantly.

You snorted as you found him sniffing at the various different pots of salves and tonics, a frown pinching his face. You pointedly cleared your throat.

“If you’re done shoving that pregnancy prevention tonic up your nose,” You gestured to yourself. “Do I look presentable?”

One side of Lucien’s mouth kicked up into a delicious smirk. “Ravishing, Lady Healer.”

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You prolonged the walk to the house as much as you possibly could, dragging your feet slowly and keeping Lucien lost in conversation. It reminded you how easy it had been to be around him before — how the gaping chasm inside you didn’t ache quite so badly as he regaled you with wicked stories that drew genuine laughter from you.

You were undoubtedly late, though — and that much was obvious when you could put off the inevitable no longer, and you entered Rhys and Feyre’s home.

Everyone was already seated at the table when you and Lucien strolled through, mid-laughter. They each looked up with raised eyebrows, taking the sight of you in.

Azriel’s was the only gaze you didn’t meet, no matter how badly your eyes wanted to stray to him.

Your laughter died in the expectant silence, and you cleared your throat. “Apologies for the lateness. I got…held up. At the clinic.”

It didn’t occur to you, in the moment, how those two words — held up — may have been construed, given the appearance of the situation. That you and Lucien had wandered in later than everyone else, talking and laughing and flushed from your walk in the brisk air. You took your usual seat beside Mor, reaching for a glass.

“Can we eat now?” She pouted. “I’m starved.”

“Yes.” Rhys replied, his eyes not moving from you. “We can.”

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Rhys’s hard gaze wasn’t the only one trained on you throughout dinner.

Elain sat directly opposite you, and you were surprised she actually managed to eat anything, with how intently she stared at you. Glared at you. If she was trying to make you uncomfortable, it was working.

“All I’m saying,” Cassian said from across the table, cutting into his dessert, “is that it’d be pretty cool to have a Night Court pet. A mascot, of sorts.”

Amren narrowed her eyes at him, draining her glass. “Where are you going with this, you stupid boy?”

“A cat. I think we should get a big, Night Court cat. A black one.”

The verbal sparring between Cassian and Amren, through all three courses of food, had been dinner entertainment in itself. Kept you distracted enough that Azriel was simply a shadow in your periphery, and nothing more.

And Lucien had helped, of course — like he could sense that you needed easing. His reassuring glances from the chair on your other side, his quiet comments in your ear that had you laughing to yourself, had all been the comforting presence you’d needed.

“Perhaps we should get a cat.” Amren hummed. “It can replace you, Cassian. And probably provide us with more stimulating conversation, too.”

Lucien leaned down to your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he murmured, “He can join our band of rejects.”

The laugh that broke from your throat was so loud, so sudden, that everyone turned to look at you. Lucien pulled away, clearing his throat.

Shifting in your seat, you pushed your plate away from you. You’d barely touched a morsel of food all night.

“If we’re done eating.” Rhys said, his hard, violet eyes on you. “Perhaps we should move to the sitting room.”

Hums of agreement sounded around the table, and you didn’t hesitate to stand up from your chair. This was the perfect opportunity to make an excuse and retire early — to leave the heavy, pressing atmosphere that was making your chest uncomfortably tight.

You opened your mouth to announce you were leaving, but your brother turned to you, holding out an arm.

“A walk around the garden, Y/N?” He asked. The fact that nobody else said a word was indication enough that there was intent behind the innocent suggestion.

Still, he was your brother — and you barely got to see him anymore, partly through your own doing. You smiled tightly and linked your arm through his.

“Save some whiskey for me.” Rhys called over his shoulder, leading you out.

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The two of you strode in silence for a while.

The night was peaceful, if not uncomfortably cold in your thin clothing. Content, playful snippets of conversation occasionally floated out of the house and reached your ears. The floral scents that drifted through the air were pleasant, soothing, reminding you of simpler times.

You would have felt blissful if you didn’t have warring emotions eating you up from the inside.

Rhys slowed to a stop beside a flowering shrub, his fingers toying with the petals of a soft purple flower. ��Y/N.” He said quietly. “What’s going on?”

You stared at him, willing an expression of cluelessness onto your face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” His jaw ticked, “I mean with you and Lucien.”

Gods, you were already tired of this conversation. You felt yourself bristle as you folded your arms.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Y/N.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “What look would that be?”

“Like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” His tone was sharp, biting — verging on angry. “Everyone was aware of you leaving your party with him. I overlooked it because I knew you were overwhelmed. But afterwards, I found out you had…history with him. And then tonight, the two of you turn up late together after doing the Mother knows what—“

“I’d thank you,” You interrupted with a snap, “to watch what you’re insinuating, brother.”

“You were sat directly opposite his mate, Y/N, while he was whispering in your ear.”

“Elain doesn’t even acknowledge him!”

Rhys whipped round to face you so fast, he tore the flower from the shrub. It floated from his fingers to the ground. “Your opinion on their bond is completely irrelevant. He is a mated male, to a female in our family, our court. You will not interfere with that.”

You clenched your jaw. “Since when do you involve yourself in other people’s relationships?”

Your brother stared at you, his lips slightly parted. Slowly, he shook his head. “You truly have no idea, do you?”

“About what?”

“About what I have to deal with!” His voice was almost a shout. “This isn’t about involving myself in relationships. This is about my duties as a High Lord. Our relations with many of the other courts are already stretched at best. If they sense conflict from within our court, our family, it will be used against us.”

“Conflict?” You repeated. “For fuck’s sake, Rhys, Lucien is my friend. If Elain has a problem with that—“

Your words were stopped short as Rhys marched over to you. He cut an intimidating figure, towering over you and gripping both your shoulders in his firm hands.

“Do you know what they say about you in the other courts?” He shook you. “Do you? They talk about the Night Court High Lord’s flighty younger sister who cannot settle in any one place. Who moves from court to court, taking lovers and doing as she pleases. Who was fucking and drinking to her heart’s content while the whole world went to shit.”

“I,” You snapped, shoving him off, “was healing mortals and helping rebuild villages and lives that our kind were destroying. And I wanted to come home, to find some way to help — you told me to stay away!”

“Yes, because I couldn’t let Amarantha get to you! I knew she’d use you to get to me and I couldn’t let that happen!”

“So you can’t hold it against me, Rhys—“

“I’m not holding anything against you.” His tone was low, dangerous, his face moulded into one fitting for the Court of Nightmares. “But I have duties. Important ones that cannot be compromised. Stay away from Lucien.”

You stared defiantly up at him, your arms crossed over your chest. “Are you saying that as my brother? Or as my High Lord?”

“I’m saying it as a gentle warning as your brother. But if I have to pull rank to keep things on the straight and narrow, I will.”

“Gentle.” You scoffed.

That single action of yours seemed to incense Rhys beyond anything else.

“Do you even realise what hell we went through? The things we had to endure? I barely survived!” He spat, his wings flaring behind him. “But those dark days are behind us, Y/N. We’re trying to rebuild, to regain strength. And I can’t have you making poor decisions and breaking us apart from within. I cannot have you bringing shame down on our court!”

He may as well have slapped you.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. Felt your clenched fists uncurl themselves. Felt the cold slither of hurt snake its way through you until it was chilling your bones and turning your blood to ice. You’d fallen deadly still.

Rhys knew immediately what he’d said. The realisation seemed to drain his anger from him instantaneously. His eyes shuttered, his jaw loosening. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Shame?” Hot tears pricked at your eyes; you blinked them away. “Is that how you feel about me, Rhys? Ashamed?”

“No, look, that’s not what I meant—“ He was scrambling for words as he reached for you, his face, his eyes, infinitely softer — the expression you recognised as your brother. “I just—“

But you were stepping away from him, shaking your head. Wiping your eyes. You didn’t want to hear another word he had to say.

“Y/N—“

“Wow.” You laughed bitterly, shooting your brother one last, scathing glance. “Congratulations, High Lord. You truly sound like our father.”

Vicious, vicious words that you knew would hurt more than anything, but you were beyond caring. You turned, running back up the steps to the house and sweeping through on a wind built of your own anger, your own hurt. You didn’t know whether you wanted to scream or cry. Maybe both.

As you passed the rest of the Inner Circle gathered in the main sitting room, you didn’t spare a single one of them a glance. Even though they could see the tears spilling over and rolling down your cheeks. Even though you looked seconds from breaking completely.

You held your head high, and you left.

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thirteenducks · 1 year

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dinner & diatribes

(zhongli x wife!reader) [NSFW]

༻❁༺ content: fem!reader, established relationship, ~5k wc

༻❁༺ tags: dom!reader, sub!zhongli, accidental stimulation, masturbation, handjobs, orgasm denial, teasing, zhongli has dragonesque tendencies including a rut season, reader is only a little mean about it <3

For all of his wisdom and eons of knowledge, Zhongli's not quite certain what to do when he ends up achingly aroused at a dinner party with his wife. The plan from here: survive, and retain his pride at all costs.

Zhongli’s long, gloved fingers were curled so tightly around the glass in his hand that it was a miracle it hadn’t cracked yet.

Curses. To be in such a state, in a public place like this, with her and all of our friends as witnesses...

He let an obscenity softly slip out under his breath.

It was partially his own fault, Zhongli told himself. After all, that dress had been handpicked by him to adorn his beloved tonight. His eyes naturally gravitated to her the way they always did, admiring the beautiful flush that animated conversation had brought to her cheeks, though it besieged his mind with thoughts he’d rather not be having at the moment.

It’s a good thing you retired, you old bastard. These are hardly thoughts fitting of an archon at any time, let alone at a banquet with his wife and dearest friends.

Zhongli took a shaky sip of his wine and bit back a low groan, wishing it would cloud all of his senses the way it did his thoughts. His discomposure, to his dismay, was growing by the minute. Under the table, he could feel the uncomfortable tightness in his suit trousers every time he shifted.

Earlier that afternoon, he’d felt the telltale stirrings of something in his subconscious. As he helped his wife prepare for the evening, fastening her necklace of jade, his more base desires had urged him to leave a mark on her lovely exposed neck, as if her garments and the arm wrapped around her waist were not enough to announce her as his. He had heard the rush of blood in his ears, had felt the outbreak of sweat on his forehead, and yet he had done nothing to prepare.

And now, Zhongli would pay due penance for neglecting to keep on top of his calendar.

Curse the limits of this human body. In his archon form, he wouldn’t be considering bringing himself off in the restroom of a reputable establishment to stave off a rut, of that he was certain.

While excusing himself to the men’s room was the quickest way to relief and thus the most tempting course of action, it would never be enough; Zhongli knew his vessel too well to pretend the issue would be resolved that easily. If memory served—and his always did—this might go on all night, regardless of how many times he...

He drummed his gloved fingers anxiously on the expensive tablecloth. No, temporary release was not the solution. Besides, he’d rather relive the wrath of Osial a thousand times than walk across this dining room with his arousal prominent in his trousers.

This brought him to the next scenario, which required letting his beloved know of his current... predicament.

It wouldn’t be too difficult. He was worked up enough that a gentle pass of her lovely hand over his lap would convey his message just fine. He pushed past that dangerous thought before he could dwell on it for very long.

While she would most assuredly be understanding, as she was in all her husband’s matters, Zhongli’s pride protested just a little too much to really consider going through with it. The promise of leaving early under the guise of sudden sickness was enticing to his weary mind, but at home, he could hide nothing from her. To show such vulnerability, even to his wife, would be a trial indeed for an ex-archon.

He sighed, bringing his eyes back into focus from a few decidedly unsophisticated fantasies of what she might do in response. Tch. Stay lucid, Morax.

Only one option remained. He fought back a grimace at the thought of it, but if he was to end the night with the same grace he began it, he would have to suffer through the rest of dinner and endure until he was safely at home behind a locked door. Such a show of restraint actually might kill him, he thought, but what other choice did he have?

A woman’s voice from across the table interrupted his internal monologue; Yanfei had asked his opinion on a popular betting game. In the interest of appearing like his normal self, who never passed on an opportunity to impart knowledge, he suppressed the sound that was forming in the back of his throat and attempted to compose himself.

Surreptitiously pressing one hand to the obvious outline in his pants and curling the fingers of the other into his palm, he gathered himself enough to give a believable response, if not quite of the usual length.

His friends seemed satisfied enough with his answer to leave him alone for the time being. He begged a prayer to the heavenly principles that his wife wouldn’t happen to look over on a whim and see her husband with a hand slotted between his legs and a thinly veiled blush.

The marginal friction it provided was simultaneously heaven and hell, but he couldn’t stay like that forever. Not when he might be discovered at any moment. He dug his nails into his palm harder, leaving crescent marks even through his glove, and bit his inner lip as he released his shaft and placed his hand limply on the table.

As he was fighting to stabilize his lust-shrouded mind, Zhongli felt a soft hand on his flushed upper thigh. He turned to his right, his cock twitching in mingled surprise and pleasure, and cursed internally. There, looking so lovely that she hurt to behold in his current state of mind, was his wife, who turned her body toward his and met his eyes with a look of gentle concern. Did she know...?

To his quiet dismay, her thumb began to move in circles against his thigh in what he assumed was meant as a comforting gesture to a husband she believed to be feeling ill. (He was. Please, attend to your sick husband, he thought.)

Unfortunately, her ministrations were having quite the opposite effect on Zhongli’s hormone-riddled vessel. The circles became larger, spanning the skin from his inner thigh to his trouser pocket. As her movements got bolder, she began stroking his leg like she would be stroking a different part of his body right now, if he had his way, and oh— if she would just move her hand a little to the left, please. Please.

But no, they were still at this accursed dinner and he had a reputation to maintain, he reminded himself staunchly. He fought off a headache as his southern head pulsed in mocking synchrony.

It was pathetic how easily he melted under her touch in any circumstance. With this added to the already considerable strain on his self control...

At the moment, Zhongli was barely fighting the urge to buck his hips into his wife’s hand, to grind against it for any source of satisfaction he could get.

He gripped the edge of his seat with the hand hidden from her view, knuckles turning white with exertion, and coerced his features into a calm smile. She returned it and fell back into conversation with someone on her other side, but kept her hand on his leg, tracing shapes in the fabric and driving her poor husband absolutely out of his damn mind.

He slipped into a dazed state for a minute, feeling nothing but her soft touch and the rubbing of the sensitive head of his cock against the seam of his pants.

The scraping of a chair across the table brought him back half to his senses, and he bit his cheek hard, the pain momentarily clearing his mind. He looked up from the clock his eyes had been fixed to on the far wall of the restaurant just in time to see most of the table gathering their belongings from the coat rack and hugging their goodbyes.

Mercifully, her hand then eased from its maddening position on his thigh as she arose to give her farewells; “—for the both of us, as my husband is unfortunately not feeling his best right now,” he heard her explain as she ushered the Liyue Qixing out the door with many sweet compliments to their families. He could collect himself only enough to smile and give a gentle wave as they and the rest of their dinner companions exited the parlor into the brisk night.

He then had only to wait for the check to be delivered by the waitress before he would be on his way home, one minute closer to relief, to having her under him and—

He bit back a curse. He was still here. Childe had yet to finish his umpteenth glass of expensive Snezhnayan wine and seemed to be in no rush to leave the company of Morax and his darling wife, much to his friend’s chagrin.

Liyue customs stipulated that the hosts of the table may not leave until after their last guest had quit the table, a fact that was all too inconvenient for Zhongli as he recalled it bitterly. Why did he establish that rule? That surely must have been one of Guizhong’s.

But, he thought, he had made it this far. He would not make a fool of himself now, even if it ended up being the final nail in the coffin for the man known as Zhongli.

Now that there were less prying eyes, he took the opportunity to shove his left hand between his thighs under the table and waited impatiently, biting his cheek at intervals until he drew blood. He could taste it, metallic and sharp on his tongue, and it shamed him enough to keep his composure.

And still the bastard wouldn’t leave.

Zhongli had always been in an uneasy truce with the Cryo Archon while he reigned, but at the moment he felt like socking her in the face on her subordinate’s account. Was he waiting to pay the check? Or did he just unconsciously enjoy watching his friend wallow in agony?

If the former were the case, there was no need. Even if his wife had not brought his wallet with her when she left the house that evening– always two steps ahead of her husband’s mistakes– her purse was just as able to cover the cost of dinner. So much planning and preparation had gone into tonight, he recalled with an edge of bitterness, only for his own hormonal cycle to throw a gargantuan wrench into his well-earned enjoyment.

His thoughts momentarily went blank as the tightness in his pants throbbed in time with his rabbiting heartbeat, sending whatever blood his cock could spare rushing to his cheeks and shivers down his spine. Principles above. Zhongli would never go out at this time of year again while he walked this mortal earth, he vowed.

Body desperate, mind cloudy, conscience resigned, he dimly wondered whether he could get away with rocking his hips against his hand in his current slouched position.

Before he could give in to his base urges, the check finally did come and it was paid and sent away with as much grace and elegance as the poor man could contrive while barely fighting off the desire to thrust into his own hand.

As the waitress left the room, bidding them a ‘restful night’ (Zhongli would have scoffed if his mind was clearer), his beloved yawned and stretched her arms out. He watched almost in slow motion as she let a hand drop under the table to his lap, inches from the pronounced outline in his pants, with a noise of tired contentment that went straight to his dick. He jolted from the sudden touch so close to where he needed it most, slamming the hand holding his coin purse onto the table with a conspicuous jingling of coins.

The noise drew Childe’s attention from the animated story he was telling, and he glanced from Zhongli’s tightly clenched hand to his pained expression, raising an eyebrow.

He was spared an explanation by his wife. “You’ll have to excuse my husband, he’s feeling a little off at the moment,” she murmured, caressing his amber tresses with her manicured fingernails, her knowing eyes trained on his. Zhongli could do nothing but close his own and pray that she didn’t move her other hand any lower on his lap. “I’m afraid the soup did not agree with him tonight... in any case, we shall be departing shortly to get him to bed, poor dear.”

If he was listening rather than lost in fantasies of pressing her into their mattress, he would have thought that an excellent choice of words.

Childe took the hint and pushed himself back from the table, giving his regards to both of them and gathering his belongings. To his credit, though having stayed far past his welcome in his friend’s eyes, he did not tarry long with his goodbyes.

And if the harbinger did make a noise that sounded too little like a cough and too much like poorly contained laughter on his way out of the building, Zhongli internally thanked him for keeping his suspicions to himself.

“Are you able to stand, my love?”

Her voice was a balm to his frayed nerves on any other night, but he had pushed past his limits tonight. As it was, Zhongli was undeniably coming apart at the seams. It would be a miracle if he held it together until they arrived at their home, let alone convinced his companion he was merely feeling the effects of some ill-prepared dish.

He sighed. Pride be damned, there was certainly no use in concealing what would soon come to light by more embarrassing means than these.

“Beloved, I’m afraid —” His words slid into a choked moan as she moved her hand sharply to hold him, right there, applying steady yet unmoving pressure in a way that nearly brought him to tears from mixed pain and pleasure.

“Ngh - I- You—” He swallowed a low, guttural sound that originated from his hindbrain and turned to face her, eyes clouded with lust. “You knew. I should have- ah - guessed.”

She smiled, caressing his cheek with one hand and while pressing into him with the other. “Of course I did, love. Should I not notice when my husband is in distress?” she purred. In a gentler tone, she added, “Is this helping? I don’t want to make it any more difficult for you...”

He took a moment, steadying his breathing and focusing the rest of his spent energy on her soothing presence.

“I- Mm. Yes, I- I think so.” The heat and gentle pressure of her hand had abated some of the tightness in his pants for the moment. Gingerly moving his thigh from its locked position, he found that he could put weight on it without losing his balance.

He made a motion to get up and she moved with him, adjusting her hand so that he could stand as comfortably as possible. She gathered the rest of their belongings, Zhongli standing stock-still while she tucked his wallet back into his coat pocket. He tried not to focus on the warmth of her hand over his chest and the thrumming heat that rose to meet it.

Finally, after a certain man’s longest night in centuries, they moved from the accursed dining room out into the Liyuean night. The light breeze cooled his flushed cheeks as they stood in comfortable silence in the doorway of the restaurant, watching the muted streetlights sway in the city below.

Until now, the thought of logistically how to maintain this compromising configuration while walking about the streets of Liyue Harbor had not yet crossed the foggy wasteland behind Zhongli’s dilated pupils, and it was clear by his hesitation in beginning the journey home.

“You know... you could always duck into an alleyway, if you’re that desperate,” she giggled, relishing the annoyed blush that spread across her husband’s face. Both of them knew he’d never agree to such a scheme— he, the former Geo archon, rutting in an alley like a stray tomcat...!

He barely allowed himself to entertain the thought. Restaurant bathrooms were one thing, but the moonlit streets of the city he raised from the ground? Not while he still retained an ounce of pride.

Still, the matter yet remained.

She glanced at his face, seeing the restraint that was causing his brow to knit and his jaw to tighten as he considered their options. It did cause her pain to know that her beloved was so uncomfortable, yet her own desires weren’t impervious to the thought of his growing sexual frustration and the feel of the warm length pressed against her left hand.

The ghost of a whine escaped his lips and she was shaken out of her own reverie by his obvious need for her to take initiative.

“Well then, my love, let’s get you home. Shall we?” She smiled up at him as she undid his coat buttons and wrapped one shoulder of the ample fabric around her, shielding his predicament from the world as long as she stayed close to his side. Thus prepared, she took his trembling hands in hers and tugged him along next to her as they fell into step.

Much to Zhongli’s relief, stay close she did. As they started down the restaurant steps, she felt one of his gloved hands release hers and snake around her cloaked waist to cling to her, desperate for stability.

As aware as she was that she had this powerful man in the very palm of her hand at the moment, she valiantly resisted the instinct to tease and test his resolve to maintain respectable appearances while in public.

At first, she succeeded. Until he started being unfair and moaning under his breath in the lewdest way imaginable, that is.

They were halfway to their residence and Zhongli was trying oh-so-hard to keep it together, for her sake and for his own, but for fuck’s sake, the way her hand would involuntarily stroke him when he took a step, sliding up and down his clothed shaft and making walking ten times harder than it needed to be—

“Ngh~ My-My dear, I- Mmph.”

She chanced a glimpse of his face and momentarily lost her balance, causing both of them to stumble and her husband to whine lowly at the loss of friction.

Between the sounds coming from the beautiful man next to her and the look of utter pleasure melting his expression, she decided she couldn’t keep her vow. Blushing, she gripped him harder in retaliation, which earned her a gasp.

“Please, darling, I- o-oh,” he whispered, trying very hard to glare at his assailant through the haze of lust that clouded his gaze.

Craving the gentle sounds escaping him more than her conscience could fault her for, she began moving her hand a little more purposefully with each step, rubbing him through his pants in a gentle rhythm until an uncharacteristically weak hand caught her wrist.

“N-No. No more.” He looked simultaneously aroused, angry, and pleading; he was far too close to the edge to conceal anything. “I beg, darling.”

That settled it. Slowing her pace to nothing, she ceased her teasing to instead hold him gently as her face buried itself into the warm crook of his neck. They stood there in the darkened street for a peaceful moment, no sound breaking the silence aside from the distant sounds of the commercial district and Zhongli’s panting breaths.

“My apologies. I got carried away,” she murmured into the fabric of his collar. Her breaths ghosted across his collarbone and made him shiver, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Can you keep going? Should we stop here and rest?”

He exhaled shakily, relieved at her change of heart. Had she known just what fantasies of taking his wife against the nearest wall, decorum be damned, were currently making his blood run hot, he was sure she wouldn’t feel near so much remorse for her earlier actions.

Against all odds, they arrived at their doorstep in one piece. To the empty Liyuean night, they appeared to be a newlywed couple returning from a nice night out on the town, though the husband looked to have had a few drinks too many by his mannerisms.

Zhongli fumbled with the key in his breast pocket with his other hand braced against the doorknob, almost dropping it in his uncharacteristic haste. His companion gently took his hand in hers and guided it to the lock, sliding it open with a click. A gentleman even in his current state, he ushered her in ahead of him before passing through the familiar doorway.

That disciplined façade was dropped as quickly as he could shut the door behind him. Barely remembering to turn the lock behind him, he slumped against the wall of the entryway, panting.

Sensing his inability to move on his own, she took his arm and half-carried him to their bedroom, cheeks heating from the very vocal response his body gave to her touch. He’d moan for her again like this when he was feeling better, she vowed, already planning her method of attack.

He slumped onto their freshly made bed as she propped him against the headboard and watched through clouded eyes as his wife started to undo the lacing of her intricate gown.

Feeling his gaze on her, she gave him an apologetic smile as she worked on removing her clothing. “I’m sorry, dear, I promise I’ll be there in a moment. This lace is so delicate,” she murmured, glancing down at it as if certain it would tear any second now.

She had meant to attend to him straight away, but she couldn’t bear to ruin the beautiful dress he had picked out for her, nor the jewelry that had caught her eye on their honeymoon so long ago. They were gifts from him, pieces of his love, and she could feel that love in his gaze whenever he saw how she treasured them; she knew how much it meant to him that she treated them with such care.

On most nights such as this, Zhongli would be the one removing them from her body with a tenderness that spoke to his patient nature. Tonight, however, her husband’s low and breaking voice called out from where he lay on silk sheets behind her, less composed than she had ever heard him when she wasn’t performing some act of pleasure on him.

“Please, my dear, my-my gem, I-” He swallowed thickly, biting back another moan that rose in his throat. They were getting more difficult to swallow by the moment. “I need- I won’t last much longer without-”

The desperation in his tone nearly made her fold, but she was determined not to ruin his gifts. No matter how he moaned, she thought.

As she pulled the dress over her head and moved quickly to hang it up, she heard a rustling of fabric behind her and the sound of clothing hitting the floor. By the sound of it, he’d succeeded in removing his coat, at least.

Her name fell from his lips like both a curse and a prayer as a tie and pin clattered onto the nightstand.

“Ngh- You...” he cut himself off, panting, as he unzipped his pants enough for the impressive tent in his boxers to spring out of them. “Leave me no- ah! - choice, then.” He was palming his cock with abandon now, working himself desperately through the damp material like his life depended on it. She turned from the closet just in time to see him finally ridding his erection from its confines and gasping as the cold air met his flushed, weeping head.

If he had been suppressing his sounds of arousal before now, no longer. They tore from his throat like an erotic music box, some high and needy, some like the rumbling of far-off thunder.

He tore his gloves off in annoyance, apparently not getting the friction he sought, and discarded them to the floor in a way she’d never seen him do as he stroked himself faster, chasing release.

It didn’t take long to work up to his peak, with the state he had been in all evening. His head was thrown back against the headboard, incoherent sounds forming at his lips, and in that moment, his wife thought him the perfect picture of a debauched god.

“Zh- Dear, I...” Half-conscious, she dropped the earring in her hand onto the dresser and took in the finest piece of art she’d ever seen before her. It was certainly something to witness a man like him in his moment of sheerest vulnerability. Knowing how much he needed her touch just then, she forsook the rest of her jewelry and rushed to him.

It was her name on his lips as his hips began to buck wildly and his breath hitched, tears forming in golden eyes trained on her as she knelt next to him. She pressed her forehead to his own, caressing his face and murmuring words of praise.

The knot snapped all at once, his whole body twitching and flushed and heavenly.

She held his face as he came down from his intense high, breathing heavily and holding her gaze through half-lidded eyes. An impressive amount of release decorated his bare chest, while some had landed on the unbuttoned dress shirt that still clung to his shoulders and arms. His beautiful face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she kissed him softly, carefully, his lips red from abuse by dragonlike fangs. Before she closed her eyes, she mentally burned the image into her brain forever.

Humming quietly as his breathing began to steady, she retrieved a towel from the cabinet of her nightstand and began tending to his slicked stomach and hands, gently cleaning the remains of his pleasure with care. Bent over his chest, she felt arms around her waist pulling her up, some of his usual strength having returned to him after his initial release. She let him. Straddling his lap in her lace undergarments, she settled herself against his hips as she helped him remove his shirt and let it fall next to the bed.

Another obstacle between them having been removed, he pulled her in by her jade necklace, meeting her lips halfway in a soft, passionate embrace. Momentarily satisfied, he shifted to target the side of her neck, trailing a line of burning kisses until he got to the offending piece of jewelry that had kept her from his side for so long.

As his warm lips met cold metal, Zhongli brought up an elegant hand and expertly unlatched the chain, laying it on the nightstand with far more control than she would have expected of him— though she caught the subtle shake in his hands as he pushed his legendary self-control to its limits.

It had been mere moments since he had come, but his body was already responding to her proximity, cock hardening at an amazing rate as she started to rock her hips against him. He groaned in response, hands coming up to grab at her thighs, feeling the effects of his rut kick in yet again.

A bead of sweat rolled down his abdominal muscles and through the neatly-trimmed trail below his navel before disappearing into gold-hemmed boxers. She watched its progress, in no hurry to quicken her pace, and migrated her fingers from his flushed cheeks to the amber strands of hair that stuck to his forehead. Smoothing them back, she smiled at him and massaged his scalp with her fingernails, eliciting lovely sounds from her husband’s parted lips.

He took the opportunity while she gazed at him so lovingly to capture her lips with his own, elongated canines nipping at her as she deepened the kiss.

Once his wife had succeeded in lulling him completely, her hand dipped between them suddenly to grab at his length and Zhongli gasped prettily into her mouth. She smirked against his lips. Fingers dancing along his shaft that flushed a beautiful gold with arousal, she teased him enough that she could feel his heartbeat rabbiting against her hand and his breathing hitch in his throat.

Taking pity, she finally moved her forefinger up to his sensitive head and swirled the bead there into his soft skin, slowly building in intensity. Before he could wince from the overstimulation, she resumed a rhythmic pace on his shaft that caused his head to fall back against the headboard with a thunk . Finally, finally, she had her hands on him and he was getting the friction he needed so desperately all evening. He could cry from relief.

Then, just as he started to feel the knot in his abdomen build once more from her steady attention, she pulled her hand away with a butterfly kiss to his nose and he whined, pulling back from her with a pitiable look in his eyes.

“-Really, darling?” His words spoke to his annoyance at being denied, but his face betrayed him, as did the breathlessness of his tone. “ Please stop teasing or I’ll- ah- ”

She cut him off with a gentle kiss to his tip that forced him to inhale sharply. Her grin was akin to a Chesire cat’s. “Or you’ll what, dearest?”

Zhongli huffed gently, his hips rocking against hers traitorously. He made no reply.

She placed a hand lovingly to his chest, tracing the markings that streaked his torso from collarbone to hip. They flushed gold under her wandering touch, thrumming with power and arousal, as well as barely-contained anticipation.

As she finally brought her eyes up to his, gaze swimming with endearment, he allowed himself to hope that his torment was over for the evening. His wife’s more teasing tendencies surely must have been satisfied by now. She did love him, didn’t she? She must feel some sympathy for her partner of so many years. She must.

“Now, let’s get you out of these pants, hmm?”

Oh, thank fuck.

His last thought was of gratitude before she helped him kick off his trousers and his mind finally, mercifully, went blank.

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Later that night, when the hormonal effects had mostly subsided and he lay with his exhausted wife on his chest, playing with her hair while she rested, he made a few mental notes in whatever part of his brain was lucid.

One was to buy a calendar for his office. The second was to evaluate the removal time coefficient of a gift before buying it in the future. The final was to invest in a more durable set of sheets.

And if any other thoughts crossed his mind before he succumbed to his own exhaustion, they were lost to the Liyue night.

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A/N: this is my first work on here! thank you for reading! <3

#pls enjoy my tribute to flustered stoic men #i wanna see em fall apart #love that old man <3 #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin zhongli #genshin x female reader

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melloween-candie · 10 months

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Rivalry [C.G]

Carl Gallagher x Male Reader

Requested // Request Rules (Via Message)

"Hey! I don't know if you're taking requests but maybe we can get another Carl X male reader? I'd really appreciate it since all the ones I can find aren't the best or have certain problems."

A/n - Yes actually. I always take requests. But I'd love to make more male reader fics so yes! Thought it'll take a hot minute since your like third in line 😅 (I do my requests in order~)

"Thank you so much! Could it perhaps be a angst rivalry one shot? :)"

A/n - YES, of course, lol! Really hope this didn't disappoint! 😅🙏

Submitted by @masonvoices

Warning! Cussing, Small spoilers, Weapons being activated, Pranks, Targeting, Vandalizing, PTSD episode

Word Count: 1,968

[Enemies to Lovers]

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

You were at school doing your usual routine. Every day before school started, you would walk into the boy's bathroom and enter the biggest stall. There you would wait for the biggest dummies in school. There they would give you the money you asked for in exchange for the homework you did for them.

"Thanks again Y/n."

"Yeah, no problem, now pay up." You said, opening your hand, gesturing for him to put money in it.

"Right; how much money do I owe you, now?"

"Well considering how this took me about an hour and I had to write 2,000 words within one night, I'd say 20 dollars."

"20 dollars?! Last time it was ten-!"

"Yeah, well, last time it was a word puzzle. Now hand over my money or you aren't playing this season."

"Okay, okay, here." He gives you the money. "Though, if this doesn't give me an A you're going to be in a world of hurt Y/n." He gave you a death glare and walked away.

Yeah, sure whatever.

That's how it would usually play out however... Today was a little different. Today you had someone in your spot.

Carl Gallagher.

He used to be a regular no-good bully in school, but ever since he came back from juvie, he became an 'all-that gangster man.' Or what people called him- White Boi Carl.

Now you and Carl never really had a good history together. It all started back in elementary school, during lunch. Now Carl's family wasn't wealthy at all, and well, he barely had anything to eat; meanwhile, you had a full plate. Of course, school food is disgusting, but Carl was starving, so he had the bright idea of fighting you for your own food.

Of course, you didn't have any of it and told him to leave you alone, but that only fueled Carl's hunger. You two ended up in detention for a week. You got a huge scolding from your parents, and you were mad. You were mad at the school for punishing you even though you were the victim, you were mad at your parents for not hearing your side of the story, and most importantly you were mad at Carl for putting you into this pointless situation that ended up not helping either of you. What's worst was that it could have all been avoided if only he asked.

Before, you didn't even know he existed, but after that, it felt as if everything you did, he would do better. Of course, you outshined him during school curriculums, but when it came to school activities, he was the star.

And this frustrated you. Now your family wasn't very welcoming when it came to losers. In fact, your family lived on the wealthy side of town. Each member of your family shined in their careers, and they shined brighter in school, each graduating as valedictorians.

So, you had a huge tradition to uphold, and you hated it. What's worst was that you were born a boy. Thus, automatically making you a sports star in your family's eyes. It should have been easy, if only Carl wasn't there.

Sometimes you felt as if he did things to annoy you on purpose...

Like today-

"Carl, why are you here?" You asked, annoyed. "You know this is my spot."

"Oh, is it now?" He said as he loaded a gun.

"Yeah. It's been my spot since day one." You flapped around a few papers. "You should know this! I helped you a few times!"

"Yeah, well, I won't be needing your help anymore." He said with a smirk on his face. "Once I get my gun-selling business going, no one will remember you because no one will need you to do their homework anymore. Because there will NO LONGER BE HOMEWORK ANYMORE!" He said that so proudly, as if it would actually work.

"That will never wor-"

"Uhhh- is this the place where we can buy... uh- you know... guns?" A random guy asked, interrupting you.

"You got to be kidding me." You muttered as Carl smirked at you as you walked away.

The next day!~

***Y/n's Pov***

You found a huge line to the boy's bathroom... What's worst was that even the girls were in on it now.

Are you fu*king serious?! Oh, it's on Gallagher!

From that point on, your high school feud came rising to its peak.

Alright. If he's going to sell guns in my spot, then I'll make him regret selling those guns to everyone. It's a good thing I'm rich... it really helps to connect with people. You smirked evilly as you thought up your evil plan to get him back.

The next day!~

You spent the whole day yesterday thinking of the greatest way to get him back without hurting him; of course, you wouldn't want to damage your high school credibility, after all.

It was honestly a simple plan. You wanted to show him that there was a reason why people shouldn't bring guns to school...

Time skip!~

It was during lunch. You made sure to go in extra early to set everything up but of course, you didn't want everything to set off before Carl and Nick got there so you waited a little bit before placing your trap. This would only work once after all.

You waited for Carl to get comfortable sitting at his lunch table. You also made sure Nick was in sight, too; you didn't want him to spoil everything.

You wanted to make sure he and his buddy didn't spot you as you walked around the entire lunchroom, sprinkling your tiny little bombs everywhere, preparing for a catastrophe that was about to unfold as the student body left the lunch line.

Then you sat there thinking to yourself- Man, if this works... You couldn't help but giggle thinking about it.

What was best about it was that everyone was secretly on edge. Waiting if their enemy would make a move on them.

The best part was everyone was rushing to their tables, so there were huge crowds coming out of the lunch line at once, and then- BANG!

Tiny little explosions popped everywhere around everyone's feet. Immediately after, everyone grabbed their guns out, pointing them at one another. Triggers were pulled but luckily no one got shot.

You just sat there all smug-like drinking your tea as you stared at Carl and his table with amusement. You found it enjoyable seeing his shocked face. The best part about it was that you managed to capture a picture of him jumping a little when everything set off. Of course, the picture was blurry but that didn't matter.

And then he saw you. He was completely baffled at the situation, but when he saw you smirking, he knew that was your doing.

He then said something to Nick, but you couldn't tell what as he got up and left.

Time Skip!~

The next day Carl wasn't in your spot. You were glad to see that you scared him off. You weren't entirely sure if he stopped selling guns in school, but you getting your spot back was good enough for you.

And with that, you grabbed onto the toilet lid but found that it was stuck. You then pulled a little harder only to find gum... a lot of gum. It covered the entire lid and it stringed onto the wall. It was a huge, disgusting, sticky mess.

That bastard!

He knew how much of a germaphobe you were. Always a stickler for messy things, so obviously, this was going to bug you, hard.

But that wasn't even the cherry on top... You turned around to see the inside part of the stall door. You didn't even realize it before when you walked in, but it was a huge graffiti drawing of a di*k. It had the saying- "BANG!"

You were completely livid... shacking with frustration, your face turned red with anger.

When will he ever learn!

And then a big dummy came in. "Woahh... What happened here? Wait, are you getting bullied-?!" He said, holding in a laugh.

"Get the f*ck out of my way!" You said, pushing past him. Now feeling somewhat embarrassed.

If he wants to play dirty, so be it.

The next day!~

You waited around the corner, hiding from Carl. You were excited about this one. If he was going to embarrass you in front of that underling, then you wanted to do the same, but bigger.

Then, you saw Carl walking with Nick from the far side of the hall. It didn't take them long to get to his locker. You leaned in closer to get a bitter look. It was somewhat hard since most people were getting in the way. But then you heard that ruffed voice squeal. This caught the attention of the student body as they all gathered around the sight.

You had to fight your way through only to see Carl and Nick covered in silly string. That part you expected, but Nick punching Carl's locker over and over, causing a dint was not what you expected at all. You couldn't help but laugh in the background as the rest of the student body joined in. A few even started to video the whole thing as Carl struggled to get the silly string out of his hair. Meanwhile, Nick continued to punch the life out of that locker...

It was a huge fiasco. It took three male teachers to get Nick to stop punching that poor locker. Carl couldn't even get him to stop.

It must have been the PTSD... You thought.

You then walked off; however, in the corner of his eyes, Carl saw you and then chased you down as the bell ranged.

Small time skip!~

You were now behind the school building, under the football bleachers. This was the place where you'd always go to hang out during study hall. Barely anyone ever went under there, so it was the best place for you to relax without getting bothered, until-

"What the he*l was that?!" An all-too-familiar voice yelled from behind you.

You turned around to see Carl with his angry face.

"What? Are you asking for tips or something? Cause last time I checked, you're not really good at making thin-"

"No!" He interrupted you walking closer. "I mean you gave Nick a PTSD episode!"

"Well, what do you want me to say? Sorry? I didn't plan that you know!"

"Well, you should apologize!" He was all up in your face now. "But not to me, TO HIM!"

"WELL, THAT WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU DIDN'T START THIS!"

"Start this? You're the one who started this! With all your prep talk bull*hit! I just wanted to keep people safe!"

"Safe! You think it's SAFE to let EVERYONE young, dumb, individual hold a deadly weapon IN SCHOOL!?" You yelled back. "The only thing dangerous in this is YOU!" You pushed him away from you. "Every time I see you, you're always beating someone up!? I MEAN, SERIOUSLY! WHAT THE HE*L DID THEY DO TO-"

"THEY WERE TALKING SH*T ABOUT YOU!!!" Carl pushed you against the wall but then realized what he had just said. His face quickly turned red, and you just stood there, shocked. Soon after, your face turned red too... and then you didn't even know what possessed you to do this, but you pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed you back... and you two both slowly pulled away in shock.

"Uh... ummm..." You were completely speechless.

Carl then whipped his lips. "Well then, I suppose it's my turn to get you back. Right?" He said, smirking.

You blushed. "Re-Right."

A/n

I REALLY HOPE THIS DIDN'T DISAPPOINT! I would have added more scenarios, but I didn't want this to get too long.

#shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #carl gallagher x male reader #carl x reader #carl x male reader #male reader #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #shameless fans #request #requested #lgbtq+

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azlrse · 6 months

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➳ pater noster (a yandere!om!belphegor x gn!nun!reader) w/ a hint of solomon x reader

synopsis: some faces are not meant to be trusted but what if your faith towards father himself was just a mere illusion? or is it perhaps that the prince of sloth took a liking for you and do whatever it takes for your innocence to be tainted.

cw: yandere themes, religious au, gore (includes mutilation and blood), minor character death, manipulation, fic has a cliffhanger.

a/n: happy halloween everyone! this fic has been kept on my notes for over a year now and publishing it in the spirit of halloween (also college has been killing me slowly so this is the reason why I am not that active here anymore ;_;;).

No one knew how humankind can feel the sense of paranoia when attending the church’s grounds, despite it’s gruesome and horrid history from the 18th century. Some say that it’s because of the church’s dark history while the others passed down the same story that you heard from your childhood that several unrested souls had haunted these holy grounds you stood above since the day you’ve arrived. Thus, beginning your mission as a devoted nun to the high divines.

You didn’t blame those people. After all, the church had stood from thousands of years ago as many of your ancestors were executed for the sake of appeasing the gods, or perhaps is it the demons who are offered these so-called sacrifices. You didn’t believed the words from that crazy woman you’ve encountered this morning that a demon took it’s residence in the catacombs below the old ancestral chruch, knowing that those words are nothing but blasphemy, words that could taint the same people you’ve worshipped and adored.

As the bells of St. Michael Parish had rung, signifying that the mass (which had begun an hour ago) had concluded. Many of the people (who attended) and your peers had left, ready to celebrate grace together with their beloved families, going out to eat or spending time alone in the covenants while a certain nun had stayed behind to make up for the missing prayer they missed this morning.

Speaking in the words of old religion, they closed their eyes and began their session alone to give their thanks to Father himself. The empty church had given (M/C) the sense of peace and quiet they needed after hearing such loud noises during the day, preventing them from having a peace of your mind and soul. They firmly gripped the small rosary that they’ve kept on the side of their habit as they spoke the prayer that indicates the beginning of their daily prayer.

“In nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti”

As you lit the candle, you think about your own family. How are your siblings doing? Are your parents doing fine since your departure? Are they well? Do they missed you terribly?

They prayed for an hour, forgetting about the concept of time and was contented with Father hearing their prayers. Each hail mary’s and our father are spoken many times and it finally concluded with a small “amen.” You feel the soreness of your knees from kneeling on the tuffet as you stood up and make the sign of the cross while staring into the giant cross you say your prayers with. Before you went back to the covenant to join the others, you lit a candle and spoke a small prayer before you make your way towards the others.

Of course they are. After all, you almost recieved countless of messages from your family about your well-being. You spoke your prayers towards them for they will have a good and lasting life, away from the dangers lurking around their lives. You’ve closed your eyes for a bit until a voice interrupted your alone time. “Making up for the missing prayer for this morning, (M/C)?”

“Ah!” You jumped from the voice behind you. “Father Solomon! I didn’t know that you’re here for your nightly walks. You scared me for quite a bit and yes, I did make up for this morning’s prayer.” He replied with a soft hum and lights up another candle for him to say his thanks before he calls it a day. The looming light for the tainted windows of the solemn adds some light aside from the many candles that was lit as the buildings source of light. You find peace within these walls and the peaceful silence doesn’t even bother you, contented with your closest friend by your side.

Speaking of your friend, he breaks the silence and asks a single question that sparked up your curiosity. “Say my friend,” He solemnly spoke, lighting another candle but this time, the color of the candle he lit up was black. “Do you believe these rumors that the demons roaming this sacred grounds? Aren’t you afraid of such creatures who would lured humanity into an endless pit of sin and everlasting pain?”

Hearing that question makes your skin crawling and feeling uneasy. Speaking this kind of question during night time is kinda scary and quite unnerving at the same time. You didn’t want to upset your friend and just went with the flow upon answering his question. “While I do believe in the concept of those creatures, yes. I believe that the demons are still roaming around these holy grounds, tempting for us to succumb into their sin and no, I am not scared. Don’t you forget that one of my closest friends is an exorcist?” You patted his back as you refer to the young priest as your closest friend. The old bell rang from the tower above, signifying that the time for prayer and seclusion has been completed and what better way to call it a day was to eat dinner together with your fellow nuns.

“Now, come along now, Father Solomon. We don’t wanna miss out today’s dinner special won’t we?” Before you make your way towards the kitchen, Father Solomon stopped you on your tracks, held your hand and gave you something. “Wait, my friend. There’s something I should give you.” He handed you an item that was small and light, the first thing you thought that the item you hold was a small jewelry of some sort. “Think of this as my gift of appreciation for being one of my most trusted friends.” The priest then opens his hand and showed you a ring. The ring looks really minimal with the exception of a purple gem on top of the small jewel.

“I found this while I was tending in the gardens the other day and it turns out that this precious gem doesn’t have an owner. Plus, the color kinda reminds me of you and I want you to have it.” Speechless, you took the ring from his hands and slipped it right into your ring finger. It was a perfect size! It wasn’t loose nor tight. You loved this ring but you’re still hesitant upon accepting your friends small gift. Solomon noticed that you were nervous and hesitant on wearing that ring. “Don’t worry about that ring being cursed. For I have already blessed it with the blessings from the celestial realm. That ring definitely can protect you from any harm.”

His words convinced you that this ring wasn’t cursed but just an ordinary ring. You slipped it right back to your ring finger and thanked your friend for the small gift he gave you. “Now come on, let’s get to the cafeteria first before we ran out of those delicious juice they served!”

“You can go first, my friend. There’s something I need to tend in the gardens. I don’t want the children to be playing outside of the gardens this late.” You nodded and proceeded to walk towards the dining area where the rest of your peers gathered. It was quite unusual for your friend to tend the gardens this late, considering that the children are given strict rules when it comes to them roaming around the grounds without adult supervision. Plus, Father Solomon only tended the gardens every Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays.

Today was Thursday and it was supposed to be his turn the next day, which is strange to say the least. As oblivious as you are, you shrugged it off, thinking that it was just a mishap or just a mere coincidence that happened today.

The dinner was good and not long after you finished your meal, everyone in the room heard a scream from the outside. Children are escorted and ran outside from the dormitories, which is led by the nun who took charge in watching over them. “What happened?!” The reverend mother spoke as the young nun shook in fear while trying her best to answer her question. “The demon attacked them! I saw the creature devouring the poor child in front of my eyes! A creature surrounded by darkness as their teeth feast on the poor child!” You hugged the shaken nun, collapsing into your arms as she sobbed and sobbed, knowing that she failed her duty in watching over the orphans, now paranoid and scared due to what’s happening outside of their dorms.

You quickly ran outside towards the scene of the crime and what came out from your mouth was a gasp and felt the feeling of dread and nausea seething through your stomach; a child’s mangled form is laying on the floor, lifeless as blood continuously flow from it’s main source, staining the dirt below. Their eyes wide open, mouth distorted into a scream, as if they had called for help. A bite wound can be seen on the side of the child’s stomach, exposing their remains.

Colors of red and blue, flashing throughout the entire grounds, despite all the noise and commotion the police made, all you can hear was a deafening ring on your ears. Your legs gave out after you knew which child is assigned to this gruesome fate. It was none other than the child whom you’ve taken care of ever since their infancy, the same child that gave you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the one who made your day even better. You began to cry hysterically, catching the attention to your closest friend as he gave his shoulder to cry on.

“There there, it’s okay (M/C). I know it’s hard for you to process what happened and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect them in time.” Solomon rubbed his hand back and forth on your back while watching their body being placed in a body bag and placed on the back on the ambulance, ready to be examined by medical professionals to see who’s the main perpetrator of this horrid crime.

You couldn’t sleep that night after you went back to your residency alone (due to Solomon being one of the people being questioned). The more you blinked, more tears slid from your cheeks, staining your pillows, thinking on what happens if you rescued them in time. Will they still be the same child you took care of? Will they grow up and obtaining their dream profession after they graduated college?

You wished those events can happen in real life but alas, they couldn’t because they finally succumb to their untimely death. You felt the numbness coursing throughout your body while staring towards the dimly lit ceiling of your room.

Despite trying you best to fall back asleep, you couldn’t shake the vivid and gruesome scene. You became scared for a bit but prayed to the celestial beings that you and the others are guided to a safer path. You prayed and prayed until you couldn’t feel your knees anymore as tears continuously poured down your cheek. After what it felt like hours, you lay down on your bed as eyes finally closed, taking a good night’s rest for tomorrow’s occasion.

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You woke up on a strange environment, standing barefoot on the stone cold ground gave you goosebumps throughout your entire body. You’re still wearing the exact same clothes you went to bed but didn’t remember that you put on the ring right before you went to bed. It’s strange to say the least, you remembered that you took off that ring and placed it right on your bedside table.

The ring itself began to glow, bright violet specks of light flickered as more fog appeared in this strange place. The more you walk in this endless loop, the more the temperature became colder and colder to the point that your body began to shiver. The thin clothing that clings to your skin doesn’t help and you felt like you’re about to pass out due to hypothermia.

Out of nowhere, a voice called out for you.

“(M/C)”

It was a man’s voice. It echoes across the void. You whipped your head back and forth to see who’s the owner of that voice. At first, you thought that it was Solomon’s voice but it isn’t or wasn’t it Simeon to begin with? No, it’s not the same person who spoke your name.

“Come home to me. For you have committed such crime and sin, a sin that belonged to one of my brothers.”

There it is again! And what crime is he talking about? You? A nun who’s devoted to Father himself, committed a sin that belonged to the 7 deadly sins? That’s absurd! You never commited such acts, not after you became a nun in the first place. “What are you talking about? Who are you and what crime did I even commit? I’ll never turn my back against God and commit a sin!”

The voice chuckled and that’s when you felt your ring finger began to tighten up. You tried removing the ring in your finger but it felt like it was glued on your poor finger. A bruise began to form on your finger as it cuts off the circulation. “Who I am doesn’t matter, little one. After all, you’re gonna meet me soon.” You screamed as the ring began to bury deep within your skin, blood dripping from the newly formed wound. “As for your crime, well. You already know what that is, my dear. You’re gonna find out about that soon. But for now,” You screamed in excruciating pain, more blood came rushing from the cut as your finger was completely cut off, laying lifelessly on the cold stone ground.

Before you know it, a shadow looms over you. Ram like horns on each side of it’s head and it gave you a eery smile, taking pleasure on the pain you just went through. It’s violet-pink eyes stared into yours and in response, you gave this malicious entity a sharp glare as you bare your teeth, both in pain and to show your bravery despite being in pain.

The demon surely loves your bravery towards him and it amuses him. He picked up your severed finger, keeping it as a souvenir and leaned in closer towards your face and spoke,

“It’s time for you to wake up.”

A sudden jolt of energy woke you up, sweat dripping down from the top of your head while the beating of your heart becomes faster and faster the more air you breathed in. You look around your room; the light of the sun seething through your window as the fresh breeze of cool air makes its way to your room. In a panic, you checked your ring finger. To your relief, it wasn’t severed nor wounds appeared around the finger. As for your ring, the simplistic jewelry is still on the same area you’ve placed since last night.

It felt so real. The pain, the blood dripping from your wound and the way your ring tightens up. You thought that when you woke up, all that was left on your finger was torn up muscles and blood staining the comfortable bed sheets. Not to mention how that mysterious entity pinpointed a crime that you didn’t even committed, let alone considering that it was also a sin.

A sin that belonged to one of his brothers.

Instead of becoming scared due to your horrible nightmare, you’ve become even more curious not only towards that entity but also to the ring Father Solomon gave you yesterday. And it looks like you have something to talk about to the young priest himself.

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“Solomon!” You called out to your dear friend from afar, seeing him reading the sacred scriptures underneath a tree that’s located from the outskirts of the old church. “There you are. I was searching for you everywhere and it’s unusual for you to be alone in this tree since you almost spend your time in your office.”

The priest only hums softly, moving aside to indicate that he’s inviting you to sit with him, which you gladly accepted. “I hope you’re doing well since the incident last night. Condolences to you and the others.” You smiled in sadness from the words you heard from him. “It’s fine, friend. They’re still trying to find the killer. I hope they caught them fast and finally have some justice to [c/n]. Poor child, may God let them rest in peace.”

You wiped off your tears, still remembering the sweet, innocent smile the child gave to you. They’re such a good kid, taking the role-model as an older sibling to the other orphans and even taking some of the blame if one of the orphans made a mistake. The thought quickly subsided, shaking your head and a serious look appeared on your face. “The kid’s not the reason why I’m here. May I ask you something, my friend?”

Solomon placed a bookmark on his book and placing it over the soft patch of grass. Wait a minute – you noticed that his eyes are quite strange; eye bags and the soft color of purple and pink hue over his brown eyes. You saw how his eyes twitched as if he didn’t sleep well last night. You’ve become so distracted over the color and the eye bags of his eyes that his voice broke your trance. “Ask away, (M/C) and I’ll try my best to answer those questions of yours.”

“Do you know this ring’s origins?” You showed him the ring around your finger. His smile widen when he saw you wearing the ring. “Quite beautiful, isn’t it?” He took your hand on his, inspecting the piece of jewelry he gave you yesterday. “Yes, I agree with you but I have a dream- nightmare rather, about this piece of jewelry.” The priest’s giddy expression suddenly dropped as soon as you mentioned the term ‘nightmare’. This concerns Solomon and he felt the atmosphere between the both of you became serious.

“What nightmare, (M/C)? Please do tell me what happened there?” You hesitated at first, still vividly remembering how a demon appeared out of nowhere as the ring began to sever your poor finger. The lingering pain still subsided within your mind, for the pain you felt was too real in the awakening world.

You randomly rubbed your hand against your ring finger while looking at the green patches of grass, noticing on how each sway of the individual leaves was caused by the cold winds blew across the courtyard. After what felt like hours, you’ve spoken about this gruesome dream of yours. “I’ve encountered something…evil from this dream of mine. I saw an entity that we feared and loathed, it’s horns are long and twisted, a tail which can choke a mere human to death in under a minute and his white sharp eyes.”

You shivered alone by just describing the demon’s features but it didn’t stop you from telling your close friend what such events had left you shaken since this morning. “I also remember how the ring you gave me tighten and remembering the pain I’ve endured as I try to pry off this cursed piece of jewelry. Believe me or not, this caused my ring finger to be severed, blood dripping non stop from my veins as I screamed in agony and pain while that demon watched me cry in satisfaction. What does that filthy creature even want from me?”

Solomon only listened to your words with a fixated expression on his face. “So your saying that this ring I gave you is the main reason why you have a nightmare last night?” You nodded, still feeling the your body shaken a little after you told your horrid story of a nightmare. “I thought this ring was blessed by you, father. Isn’t the blessing by the celestial beings cleansed this ring from the likes of 'it’?”

“I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unless..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence. “I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unles..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence.

“I think that the ring isn’t the target to begin with.” His words send chills down your spine. Hands are sweaty from paranoia and nervousness, eyes widen a bit from the words his spoke and your mouth wide agape; no words are even coming out from your mouth. Solomon looks at you in a serious manner for he knew that your life is in danger.

“The demon wants you, my friend. You are in grave danger…”

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fool ('your eyes' series)

♡ "I might be a fool too, then."

pairing: han jisung x reader.

genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

word count: 11,377

warnings: swearing, drinking, failed dates, suggestive. (not proofread yet!)

summary: being your closest friend on campus, jisung has been through thick and thin with you, and so the opposite. thus, he has seen your multiple attempts at dating, your numerous failed dates and the guys who had never called you back. what can be any better than a night in with him to cheer you up?

a/n: another one of my favourites of this series. we only have two more to go!

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jisung was done with school for the day, finally. Not that he didn't like his major, in contrary. He was one of the few to know what he wanted to do with his life and to actually like it. However, the comfort of his room seemed much more appealing for him, especially after a whole day of socializing with his friend, Chan. Again, it's not that he didn't like the man, but he was definitely an extrovert. To add it to the lot, he was being especially friendly with the new girl who had just transferred to the school. He endured tagging along for a while, until he couldn't anymore. So he left.

It was in times like this that he was glad to have gotten a dorm near the music department. It only took him under ten minutes to walk home and drop dead on his bed. Turning on his phone, he saw a notification coming from his favourite person, you.

He met you during your freshman year. For being an introvert, you were shockingly talkative when the teacher had paired you up with him for an assignment. For once, he was thankful for being forced to work in teams since it led to having one of the greatest people he met as a friend. It was undeniable that he took a liking for you quickly. He simply could not avoid falling for you. You were smart, pretty, funny, lazy (just like him), bubbly and very touchy. He thought of himself as someone who liked skin ship, but you were on another level. After being friends for less than a month, you had already started to cling onto him like a child and to give him hugs each time you met up.

Clicking on the message app, he read your texts with a grin on his face. Once again, you were complaining about work as per usual. You were colleagues with a girl named Chunhwa with whom you had grew a nice friendship as you had ended up sharing a dorm with her. One thing about her was how unproductive she would be at work. Sure, you were a lazy potato too, but you actually wanted to keep your job unlike her.

Jisung: I don't get how she didn't get fired yet.

Y/N: Me neither, honestly...

Y/N: Are you done with school? Can I come over?

Jisung: You don't have to ask! Get your ass here!

Jisung was messy. The first time you saw his room, you had to restrain yourself from picking up all his trash to throw it away. With time, you got used to it and gave up on trying to make him clean his mess. Needless to say you were taken aback when you saw he had cleaned up the place when you barged into his room.

"Damn, I'm impressed." you yelled out.

"Jeongin forced me."

"Not surprised." you shrugged and sat next to him on his bed. "So, I have kimchi and friend chicken." you pulled out each item from the plastic bag.

"You stopped to get food before coming here?"

"Obviously." you laughed. "And I did not forget your jjajamyeon this time." you took it out for him to snatch it from you immediately.

"You're the best." he hummed, hugging his food.

"I know." you snickered. "Now, get your laptop. It's my turn to choose the movie."

Jisung stared at you fondly as you wrapped yourself in his blanket and cutely scrolled through his Netflix account. It was moments like these that compensated with his aching heart of seeing you go out with so many undeserving people. Yes, for him, none of them deserved you because you were that precious. He even thought himself wasn't good enough for you, which is one of the reasons why he had not told you about his feelings.

You ended up choosing a random anime as you had already been searching for a good 30 minutes. Eyes focused on the screen, you opened your box full of chicken and munched on it, not caring of how unclean it looked. It was Jisung, anyway, not like you were trying to impress him. Plus, he had seen you in worse states. Three episodes in, you heard the front door open, and you knew immediately that Jisung's roomie, Jeongin, had just come back home. It was a few seconds later when you heard an agressive knocking. You got up to answer and there was Jeongin, fuming in fury.

"You're here again?" he huffed rudely.

Uneasy, you managed a shy smile as you answered. "Yeah, I brought kimchi with some jjajamyeon and fried chicken."

"Smells like shit." he muttered and searched for Jisung behind you. "Dude, we talked about this. We cleaned this morning!"

Intimidated, Jisung hurried to talk. "I swear I'll clean up the trash after."

With that, he went to close the door in his face, and dragged you with him back into the soft blankets. You let out a laugh you didn't know you were holding back, and he copied your expressions.

"You are making him go through so much, poor thing." you said after the laughter toned down.

"We're fine, I know he loves me." he snickered.

You shook your head in disapproval. "Keep telling yourself that, Ji."

Jisung was at Chan and Changbin's place as he stared impatiently at his phone. The others had gathered for their usual chillings, them being Sora, Minho and Chunhwa. As for you, you were on a date. The guy was from your English class, and had asked you out after you did a schoolwork together. Although your best friend never met him, he already knew he was going to be bad news.

And, somehow, he was right. Junsoo was, indeed, a total jerk. He asked some inappropriate questions about your relationship with Jisung as if he wanted to make sure you were available. Then, he didn't pay for the bill since he had just paid for his next semester, which you knew was a lie because all students have their school bill coming at the same time. He ended the night by touching every inch on your body after you had specifically told him to back off after the first time.

"Do you want to come back to my place?" he asked you when you got into his car, licking his bottom lips.

You stared at him in disgust. "Actually, I have plans after this. Just bring me back on campus."

He did insist, but stopped when you told him you were heading to Chan's dorm. Chan was a bit of a legend. He had contacts with everyone, and he was also buff as hell. Him being friends with Changbin also came handy in situations like these.

"I'd like to take you out again." Junsoo told you once you reached Chan's building.

You forced a smile, and nodded. "Sure. I'll see when I'm free."

You tried extra hard to not cringe when he kissed the back of your hand. As soon as his lips detached from your skin, you ran out of his car, and directly inside.

Jisung, who was still staring at his phone, finally got the call he had been waiting for all night. He did not hesitate one bit to answer, and asked how your date went, worried.

"Y/N?" he asked again when he didn't get a response.

"Ji..." you trailed off when a sob took over.

He got up from his seat in panic, and started to gather his things. "Y/N, baby, where are you? What did he do?"

"I'm downstairs. I was about to join you all, if you don't mind."

With that, Jisung calmed down and let go of his belongings. "Of course, we don't mind. Come right up and I'll make you some tea. Does it sound okay for you?"

"Yeah. Thank you, Ji."

"Come up quickly."

Changbin raised an eyebrow at the younger man. That's when Jisung realized everyone had stopped what they were doing to observe the scene. Unfortunately, this was not the first time something like this happened. In fact, it occured about a week prior from that moment.

"You can go in my room, if you want." Chan offered. "I'll sleep at Minho's instead."

"When did I agree with this?" Minho huffed, but apologized when Chan sent a glare his way.

"Thank you. Can I use your boiler to make her some tea?"

The man gestured to the whole kitchen, as if to tell him to make himself at home. He prepared everything in a hurry, and jumped when he heard a knock at the door. He quickly let you in and engulfed you into a hug. Your quiet sobs were breaking his heart, and he really wondered what the man had done to you for putting you in such a state.

"Your tea's ready." he said softly. "Do you want to stay with us, or do you want to talk in Chan's room?"

You shrugged your shoulders before wiping your tears. Your puffy eyes were enough for Jisung to know you'd rather not be seen crying your life out by everyone. He got your cup of tea and carefully walked with you to Chan's room. He leaned on the desk as he put down your beverage and let you inside. When you sat down on the bed, he hesitated whether he should speak or not. Your small sniffles were still the only thing that could be heard, and they were becoming louder and louder.

After a while, you finally talked when your crying reduced. "Am I some kind of magnet to assholes?"

Jisung knew he shouldn't be laughing, but he couldn't help but let out a muffled chuckle. Thankfully, you didn't take it personally and smiled with him.

"You're far from being a jerk magnet. Your best example would that you have me and the boys around." he said more seriously.

"It's not the same..." you mumbled.

Jisung sighed, knowing well you meant he was only going to remain your friend. "Are you going to tell me what he did to you, now?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It does to me."

You knew he was going to insist until you spill it out. You loved how you could count on him anytime, but it also made you worry that you put too many of your problems onto him. Anyway, you were not going to get away easily from his interrogation.

"He..." you started, but a knot formed in your stomach. "Let's say he stepped over some boundaries."

You could see him fume already. He straightened his posture and walked closer to you, encouraging you to develop furthermore.

"What boundaries?" he asked when you were not answering, and you were still not. "Did he touch you?"

Slowly, you nodded your head. You couldn't prevent him from exploding in anger, and it was not an enjoyable sight. As much as he can be the softest cinnamon roll, Jisung was impulsive when something that wasn't right would happen.

"Ji, it's okay-"

"For fuck's sake, Y/N." he yelled out, interrupting you. "Do you really think it's okay for someone to touch you without your consent?"

"We touch each other all the time-"

He cut you off once again. "It's not the same. You initiate skinship, and I never touched you in an inappropriate way. Plus, we talked about it, and you told me you were fine with it."

"I said I was fine with it with him, too."

He scoffed. "Were you thinking it, or were you being nice because you felt bad if you said no?" You didn't answer to this one because he knew you too well, and he had hit at the right spot. "Fuck, you're so dense. When are you going to realize you can set your limits?"

"Are you saying this is my fault?"

You didn't really think when saying that. Part of it was your fault, and you knew that very well since it wasn't the first time you let a guy touch you when you didn't want to. But a bigger part of it was the guy's fault. You knew Jisung meant well by saying you shouldn't let them do something you don't want to, because that was the truth. Anyhow, your mouth spoke before your brain could process your thoughts. And now Jisung had stepped away from you, and dropped himself on Chan's desk chair.

"You know damn fucking well I will never say this is your fault. I'm just trying to tell you to not let yourself be so... accommodating."

You rolled your eyes. "I don't need you to act like my dad, or something."

"I'm saying this as a friend." he looked at you with a serious face. "I don't want you to end up in a bad situation where I can't do anything about it."

"Well, maybe don't do something? You don't decide for me, Jisung."

He chuckled in disbelief. "You came here so I could help you, right?"

"And you're doing a great job at it."

"Do you expect me to not get mad when I learn an asshole was trying to fuck my best friend without her consent?"

"I would expect you to be more gentle with the situation, yes."

This seemed to do the trick for Jisung to switch back to his usual state. He took a big sigh as he looked down, and joined you on the bed. You could already see he was much calmer, so you brought him into a hug.

"I just want you to comfort me, that's all."

He sighed even louder as he hugged you back. "I'm sorry. I just hate seeing you suffer like this."

"Just hold me, and I'll feel better."

He complied as he hugged you even tighter. "How about we do like last time when that jerk called you an annoying piece of shit?"

You grunted and pushed him away from you. "Don't remind me."

"Hey, I'm only suggesting to do something to get your mind off of him."

You shook your head. "I'm already tired as it is, let's just go to sleep?"

He nodded. "I'll be your pillow again."

"Thank you, Ji."

"You two fucked?" Chunhwa said in disgust. "I'm glad I left earlier."

You groaned in frustration, as you were attempting to explain what happened a few days ago. "No, we slept together. We always do."

"Putting the emphasis on the 'sleep together' part does not help." You deadpanned at her, but she only shrugged her shoulders. "Girl, you're not being clear."

"Is it that hard to get? I cried, he held me, and we fell asleep in the same bed."

"There you go, that's much better." she snickered at you, but your expression remained the same. "You'll have to thank Chan for letting you take over his room. Again. And, please, do not argue like this again? We literally heard everything."

"Yeah, yeah." you rolled your eyes at her. "Sorry about that, I guess. It's just that... Jisung can be so reactive sometimes."

"He cares about you." the girl put her hand on your shoulder. "And just so you know, he hates seeing you cry about a man every two weeks."

You slapped her hand away in a playful manner as you stood up from your bed. "He'll hate it if he wants to. I have join him now, anyways. Catch up with you later?"

"Sure."

You ran outside to go at the local café. Ordering an iced coffee, you sat at a table to wait patiently for Jisung to show up. Knowing him, he was most likely going to be late. You didn't mind, though. You had some personal schoolwork to do in the meantime, it wouldn't hurt to get some of it done.

"Hey." A voice startled you.

You looked up and saw a guy. You swore you had seen him before, but you weren't sure from where. Noticing your confusion, the man chuckled shyly before extending his hand out for you to shake.

"I'm Minyoung, a friend of Junsoo."

You shook his hand in a reluctant manner. "Y/N."

"I know." he laughed out. "I saw you and I just wanted to apologize for my friend's behaviour towards you. He has a bad habit of not being able to keep it in his pants."

Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you started to get why he started talking to you. "It's all good, no worries."

"Okay, good." he chuckled.

He stood there, uneasy, and seemed to hesitate to speak. The moment he was about to say something, you spotted Jisung behind him. He was a mess. Hair disheveled, glasses on meaning he didn't have the time to put his contact lenses on, bag dragging behind him... You laughed at the sight of him, causing the man in front of you to turn around, laying eyes on your best friend of a mess.

"I'm so sorry, I know I'm late. I slept in and I should have texted you, but then forgot, and my bus was about to leave so I ran and-" he breathed out heavily, chest puffing.

"It's okay, Ji." you laughed. "It actually allowed me to get some stuff done in the meantime."

He nodded his head, reassured. But then, his eyes stopped on the man next to him. Eyeing up and down, he frowned.

"Am I interrupting something, or..?" he trailed off.

"Oh gosh, of course not-" you spoke.

"Actually, kind of-"

You and Minyoung exchanged gazes, laughing awkwardly in the process. "Can you give us a second, Ji?"

Your friend sighed and left to go to the counter to order himself something. He knew where this was going and he did not like one bit of it. While he didn't know Minyoung that much, he knew enough to be certain he was bad news. Captain of their basketball team, handsome as hell, and grades that only a genuis could get, he was a jackpot for any girl on campus. Jisung watched the two of you from afar, unsure if he should be coming back to avoid yet, another failed date.

"Hey, Jisung!" Seungmin said from the other side of the counter, breaking him off his thoughts.

"Seungmin." he gave him a nod before his gaze went back on you.

He tried to hear a bit of your conversation and magically caught on what you were saying.

"Did you want to tell me somehing?" you asked the guy.

"Actually, I'm not sure if this is appropriate, but I'd like to take you on a date? I know you don't know me much, but I can assure you I'm nothing like Junsoo."

Did you believe him? No, of course not. However, one thing about you is that you always gave someone a chance even if they came off as bad people. Another thing was that you always tried to see the positive aspects of anyone, because you truly believed everyone was good.

"Alright, sure." you smiled.

"Oh, wow, great." he grinned. "Are you free tonight? No, wait, next Tuesday evening?"

You did have plans with Jisung, but he would understand if you cancelled, right? Plus, you saw him pretty much everyday. What could one day without seeing him do?

"Yeah, I'm available."

"Great. How about we meet here at 5pm?" You nodded happily, which caused him to smile even more. "I'll see you next week, then."

"See you."

By then, Jisung had come back and watched the man leave the café, daggers in his eyes. "I got you a latte." he said in an unpleasant tone.

You took it from him as a frown formed on you face. "Thanks... Are you okay?"

"You agreed to go out with him?" he scoffed while sitting down in front of you.

"Ji-"

"Y/N, we talked about this recently. Was he being insistant? Do I need to file a restraining order for you?"

You rolled your eyes at him as you let out a snort. "It's fine, trust me. He seems more decent than Junsoo."

"We'll see about that." he huffed. "Now, where are we with the project?"

You opened the Word file on your laptop and turned the screen to show it to him. "I did most of the layout and I took some of the ideas from your document, if you don't mind."

"It's a team project, of course I don't mind." he deadpanned at you. "You marked me to write the conclusion? You know I suck at that!"

"You would have complained if I put you the introduction too, so it doesn't matter."

You truly loved Jisung with all of your heart, but as a school partner? He was the absolute worst.

Things with Minyoung were simple. At school, he started to walk you to your class and buy you a snack once in a while. He would ask if you ate breakfast and just come to entertain you when he would spot you reading alone. Most of the time, it was only him and you but it did happen that Jisung had to third-wheel.

"Hey, pretty." Minyoung said as he incrusted himself between you and your best friend.

Jisung huffed as he watched you bat your eyelashes at the man who has just interrupted your conversation. Not only that, but he had the guts of sitting as to separate him from you.

"Hey." you smiled admirably. "How was your class?"

"Good, but I had something else in mind." he nudged at you. "I've got everything covered for tonight."

"That's nice. I can't wait."

"I'm sure you'll love it. I'll see you tonight." he said while sending a wink your way.

He got up, still staring at you, while you waved at him. Jisung sat right back closer to you even if the bench had plenty of space.

"What is happening tonight?" he asked which broke you off from your trance.

"Oh." you blinked a couple of times. "I forgot to tell you, but my date with him is tonight."

He frowned. "I thought you already went out, hence the weird flirting since last week."

You shook your head. "It's tonight."

"But, Y/N." he whined. "The next episode is out tonight and then we go to the guys' dorm and play games, remember?"

"I know that and I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." you rubbed his shoulder.

"We had planned this already, did you just say yes because he came up to you all cute and shit?" he asked but your face was enough to answer his question. "You're unbelievable." he shook his head and got up.

"Ji." you called him out.

"You know where I am if he breaks your heart." he sighed and walked away.

You did feel bad, but like you had thought previously, you saw Jisung ever single day. It was with a weird feeling that you left the school grounds to go back to your dorm. As you stepped inside, you almost rushed into Chunhwa who was about to leave.

"Watch out." you yelled out and she stepped aside just in time.

"You're in a hurry." she laughed. "Is tonight your date?"

You nodded happily as you found balance on you feet again. "Minyoung told me to meet at the coffee shop but I don't know what he planned out for us tonight."

"Have a good night then, but don't be stupid and use protection!" she waved as she walked out.

"This applies to you with Changbin." you shouted to her as the door was closing leaving just enough time for her to send you the middle finger.

You laughed at yourself and then proceeded to go to your closet. You didn't have much that you could work with since most of your decent outfits were in the laundry. Your eyes scanned through your selection of pants and you opted to go for a cozy look. Picking a pair of large ripped jeans and a shirt with a low-cut, you changed quickly before changing your hairstyle into something more fancy. Adding some jewelry to the whole look, you looked at yourself through the mirror with a satisfied smile.

Your phone ringing interrupted your moment and you answered without looking at who was contacting you. "Hello?"

"You're sure you're not coming tonight?"

Of course he was going to try and convince you. "Ji, I'm not going to change my mind."

"The episode is out now! You expect me to wait an entire day for you to be available to watch it?"

You huffed. "Watch it by yourself then."

"It's our show." he insisted. "Plus, Chan cleared his schedule to hang out for us. The least you can do is actually show up, no?"

He did have a point. In fact, you missed hanging out with the gang. And since he brought up Chan who you had barely seen in the past months, you were on the verge of calling off your date and go with your friends. But your phone buzzed which indicated another call was coming in.

"Can I hold you for a second? I have someone calling me." You heard an annoyed "yes" from his end before accepting the other call. "Yes?"

"Hi, Y/N! I'm letting you know I'm here already so I'll be waiting."

You checked the time and cursed at yourself. You had taken too long to prepare yourself that you didn't notice the time passing by so fast.

"Right, I had a few things to do at home so I'll be late by a few minutes."

"It's all good." Minyoung reassured. "Do you want me to order something?"

"Not yet. I'm coming as soon as I can."

"See you, pretty."

You blushed and hung up. Hearing the familiar music of Mario Bros, you remembered Jisung was also waiting after you.

"Ji?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Listen..." you started, the guilt building up.

Of course, Jisung knew that tone. The number of times he listened to you apologizing for cancelling plans with him to go out on dates made him familiar with this sad voice of yours. He knew what you were about to say.

"It's alright. Like I said, you know where to find me if anything."

"I'm sorry."

Without adding another word, he hung up. While the weird knot in your stomach was still present, you shrugged it off quickly and left your place to head to the café.

Arriving to your destination, it didn't take you too long to spot your date sitting at a table as he scrolled through his phone. He looked very good as he had changed into a clean white shirt with a jean jacket to go over it. His hair was styled differently than usual. Instead of the messy state it was usually in, he parted it on the side and put some gel for it to stay in place.

"I hope I didn't make you wait for too long." you said as you came into his view.

"Y/N! Of course not, it was barely ten minutes." he chuckled before eyeing you up and down. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. You look great too."

He rubbed the side of his neck in shyness. "I tried to dress up, yeah. So, I hope you like bowling because that's our plan for tonight."

"Sounds good. Lead the way, Mister."

He smiled widely before putting his hand on your lower back to guide you towards the exit. Felix, who had taken the evening shift at the coffee shop, watched in silence from afar.

Of course, it was not in Jisung's plans to keep track on what you were doing. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if you were okay. Not feeling in the mood of socializing if you weren't going to be there, he had texted Changbin in advance to tell him he won't make it to their game night. And that's how he found himself in front of his laptop with a soda on the side, watching your favourite show alone.

Until Felix texted him. He wasn't close friends with the guy. They had only met the year before at one of Chan's parties and bonded over the fact their birthdays were only a day apart from each other. They still kept contact afterwards, texting each other every once in a while.

Felix: She's out with another guy? I thought I saw her with Junsoo last week.

Jisung: You're talking about Y/N? Yeah, she blindly agreed to go out with him.

Felix: When are you going to stop doing this to yourself?

Jisung: Doing what?

Felix: Don't act like you don't know.

Jisung sighed. What was he going to do anyway? You made it very clear that you could not see him in a romantic way and he had buried the idea of asking you out the moment he got the message. Plus, he was nothing like the guys you went out with. Jisung was weak and barely did any kind of exercice. He wasn't that popular or anything and his life consisted mainly of staying at home to watch anime.

Jisung: I want her to be happy. If dating a popular basketball player is what it takes, then so be it.

Felix: But in the meantime you're hurting.

Jisung: Because you're dating the prettiest girl on campus doesn't mean you need to meddle in my love life.

Felix: I'm not dating Hyunjoo.

Jisung: Right, and I don't like Y/N.

Felix: Aha! Admitted.

Jisung: I like her, yes, but it won't change a thing.

Felix: Alright man. Just saying, the guy seems to be into her a lot. Don't miss your chance.

Jisung: It's fine. I'm happy for her.

Lying to himself was a better option than facing his own pain. Whether he wanted to or not, seeing you with someone else hurt like hell. But for your sake and his, he never said anything, and he was determined for it to stay this way.

As for you, the date was going smoothly. This might had been the only guy who was treating you with respect. He bought you snacks while you were playing and encouraged you with sweet words when you'd miss a shot.

By the end of the game, he invited you to go to a park to walk and get to know one another. On the side of the trail, he picked up a flower and placed it on your hair. Gestures like these were the absolute perfection in normal situations. But for you? It did nothing. You did get shy and fluttered a little bit, but it wasn't like genuine feelings blooming. You decided to not mind it for now. Since you were still feeling bad for ditching your best friend, you assumed it might be the cause of your mixed feelings.

"I always wondered what's the thing you have Han." Minyoung blurted out of the blue.

"What about him?"

"You know what people say around campus."

In confusion, you shook your head. "Other students talk about us?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew." Your face still having the same expression, he sighed before speaking. "You're always together and because you two are pretty good looking, people assume you are together. I have some girls from the cheerleading team that are actually quite jealous of you."

You scoffed. "Jealous of me?"

He nodded. "Jisung is quite a catch, you know?"

"He's the most antisocial person on Earth." you argued in disbelief.

"It doesn't change the fact girls think he's hot. I'm only telling you what my friends said about it."

You sat on a bench near by as this conversation was getting a little bit overwhelming for you. You did know Jisung was handsome. Heck, you saw that face every day, you weren't blind. The surprising point was how much he was a heartthrob unlike what you thought. With how he had always put it out, he was the biggest loser ever.

"And people say we're... a thing?"

"Almost everyone, yeah. But you've gone out with a couple of my friends, so I suppose those rumors are false." he affirmed and sat next to you.

You chuckled. "Very far from the truth, yes. Jisung and I are nothing more than friends."

"So I can do this without worrying of getting my ass kicked?"

"Do what?"

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. They tasted a little bit like strawberry, probably due to the beverage he drank beforehand. Strangely, it reminded of of the time you had attempted to make a strawberry cake with Jisung, which ended in a failure obviously.

"I think we should go back, I'm starting to get tired." you said as soon as the kiss ended.

"Oh, okay. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"It'd be nice, yes."

He walked you to your dorm safely and kissed you once more as a farewell. Luckily for you, it looked like Chunhwa was still out at Changbin's place. You took the opportunity to use your shared television to put on your show. Jisung had probably watched it on his own, so you didn't feel bad doing it alone. It still felt wrong, though. You never missed an episode together.

Little did you know that at the same moment, your best friend was already at the end of the episode, having the worst time of his life as he felt guilty for not having waited for you.

You couldn't believe that finals were already coming up. Although you hated the amount of stress it added to your already high level, you were glad to see the end of the tunnel. It was even better because Minyoung had finally asked you to be his girlfriend after the multiple dates you went on.

"You said no?" Jisung almost screamed which caused you to shush him.

You gave an apologetic smile to the librarian before glaring at your friend. "I said I'll think about it."

He groaned. "I thought you liked him and if you want my opinion, he's the first decent contestant we've had so far."

"You act as if dating me is a competition or something."

He deadpanned at you. "With the amount of people who asked you out throughout the time we've known each other, yes it is."

This made you remember your conversation you had with Minyoung on your first date. You had been dying to ask Jisung if what you heard was true, if he really was as popular among the female students as Minyoung claimed him to be. You just never had the opportunity to bring up the topic, but this was your chance.

"I could say the same about you."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "Have you seen me go out with someone?"

"No, but apparently your good looks are attracting people."

He smirked. "Finally admitting that I'm the most handsome student at school?" he joked.

"I'm only repeating what Minyoung told me about you."

His smile fell. "What did he say about me? Y/N, you swore you'd only date someone who is okay with us being so close."

"He's fine with it, don't worry. No, he said girls from the cheerleading team are crushing on you."

You didn't expect for him to react much other than tell you it was all false but as he focused back to writing down in his notebook, you started to doubt. He might not have told you everything about him after all.

"Han Jisung." you said in a warning tone but the only response you got was a hum. "It's true?"

He finally dared to look up at you. "No? Maybe? Fine, yes. They're pretty insistent, you know? One of them told me that the fact I get shy when they ask me out only makes me more attractive. Have you seen me, Y/N? I'm a low-life dude who eats ramen 24/7 and whose best friend is one of the prettiest girls in college who is, by the way, very out of my league. But really, when you think of-"

"Woah, stop here." you said as you raised your hand up. "What do you mean I'm one of the prettiest girls here? So everything Minyoung told me was true?"

He rolled his eyes as he was, by then, annoyed by how clueless you were. "Why do you think you get dates only by snapping your fingers? Why do you think I always want to avoid the sport center?"

"Because you hate sports?"

"Fair point, but it's really only because I'm avoiding the cheerleaders."

You were in shock. All of this time, you thought he was just bad with asking girls out which would have explained his lack of activity in this department, but in fact, he was the one turning them down.

"None of them interest you?"

He scoffed. "I don't have time for that. Besides, I'm most likely going to embarrass myself if I actually go on a date. Now that we have covered this very useless part of my life, can we focus on the project? The due date is in two days might I remind you."

"Right, sorry."

Some time passed until the two of you got tired of it. You packed your books in your bags and headed out of the library. Jisung left first and told you he'd wait for you at his dorm with food to watch your show.

"I'll go find Minyoung if you don't mind."

He sent you a knowing look. "Should I get a bottle of champagne to celebrate?"

"Go." you pushed him towards the exit as he laughed loudly.

After having gathered everything from your locker, you went to make your way to the sport center. You remembered Minyoung told you he had a practice if you wanted to tell him your answer then. When you entered the gym, you found it empty. Logically, practice was done so you went to go next to the changing rooms to wait for him to get out.

"I thought she liked you enough to say yes."

You recognized Junsoo's voice speaking. You didn't feel anything but disgust by hearing his voice so you were about to leave. But another voice caught your attention.

"I didn't lose the bet yet, she might say yes." Your heart sank as you heard Minyoung talk. "But this Han guy is really getting in the way."

"I told you so!" Junsoo replied. "She's impossible to get because Han keeps us away. Have you had the talk?"

"What talk?"

"He came to me after our date and he might be small but he's scary and strong as hell."

"What did he say?"

"It was mostly insults and shit like I don't deserve her anyway or something. If anything, it's kind of sad how he's being such a simp for her."

When you thought you've heard enough, the door suddenly opened wide with Minyoung coming out first. The instant his eyes laid on you, you could see the regret in them.

"Y/N."

You were glad you didn't let tears flood out because you surely felt them coming. You could not face him in such a vulnerable state, not after what he had said about you.

"Are you in high school or something to be betting on someone as if they're objects to collect?"

He shook his head. "This is not what it looks like."

He tried to approach you but you backed away. "I'm glad I came here to tell you I don't want to be with you. I guess you just added more reason for me to tell you to fuck off."

You turned on your heels and started to walk away. Your eyes were starting to get filled with tears, but you wanted to say one more thing before letting them out.

"By the way," you said as you stopped on your tracks. "Jisung was right to go after you all because you are fucking desperate to be betting on a girl."

Jisung, on the other hand, was happily preparing the room for your night in. He had asked for Jeongin to go out but he already had a night shift at the convenience store which allowed him to have to dorm to himself. When he heard a knock on his door, he opened it with a wide smile. However, it was soon wiped off his face when he recognized the familiar tears coming down on your cheeks.

"Y/N, baby, what happened?" he asked and brought you into his embrace. "What did that son of a bitch do?"

It was only then that you let yourself sob out without holding back. "I hate men." you simply said.

Jisung seemed to have gotten the messages that you didn't want to talk about it and he led you to his room. You were in awe as you caught sight of the setup for watching movies with a tray set on the desk filled with your favourite treats.

"You're the best, oh gosh." you exclaimed, melting at how affectionate the gesture was.

"It was originally to congratulate you for your new relationship, but it can totally be to cheer you up."

"I love it." you smiled and hugged him.

"We can move to the living room if you want. Jeongin's working."

You nodded in approval of his suggestion and you helped him carry the blankets and pillows to his couch while he transported the tray of food. Quickly, you settled with playing Mario Kart as you would always do. He would never tell you but he did let you win a few times only to see a happy grin on your face. He was competitive but never with you.

"Stop looking at me and focus." he whined with his mouth full of popcorn. "You've been falling at the same spot three times already."

"Watch your screen, not mine." you nagged and only received mocking from him.

Your kart was approaching the end but Jisung sent a red shell your way which knocked your vehicle down for a second. Victoriously, he surpassed you and was now leading the course. As a way to distract him, you came closer to his face.

"Jisung~" you cooed. "You suck at this game."

He groaned as he tried to push you away. "Y/N, stop this."

Luckily, it did distract him enough as he went off road for an instant which allowed you to take the lead and reach the end. You jumped up in victory and danced a little as to show off your skills.

"I'm so good, shame on you for not being able to beat me."

He rolled his eyes. "Enough gaming for you tonight." he concluded and took the controller from your grip.

"But Jisung!" you whined.

"You won all of the five games we played, time for a movie now." He changed the cables to connect it to his Netflix account. "Stop pouting, I'm letting you choose."

You immediately glowed up at the mention of you choosing. "For real?"

"It's your get-better-night, so yeah." he shrugged. "But please consider that I hate your children movies."

"The Minions is peak cinematography and I will stand by it until I die."

Only to piss him off, you pick that exact movie. He grumbled some curses at you before he let you snuggle into him, not forgetting to bring the bowl of popcorn with him for the two of you. He hoped to heavens that you would be too immersed into the movie to not hear his heart beat so hard. It was during moments like these that Jisung wished he was yours so he could kiss you as if it was a normal occurrence between you two.

"Jisung." you huffed as you received a couple of popcorns on your face that dropped from the handful that he took.

"What?" he said and noticed what you were referring to. "Sorry." he laughed.

You didn't hesitate to take a handful yourself and throw it his way.

"Oh, it's on." he declared.

So for the next thirty minutes or so, the only things that could be heard in the living room were your laughs, insults you threw at each other, and the movie that was still playing in the background. It ended when realization hit Jisung upon seeing the floor in a messy state.

"Fuck, Jeongin is going to kill me."

You laughed at him. "He'll understand."

"Do you know Jeongin?"

You could only laugh more and then dropped on the couch, Jisung copying you soon after. "Thank you for tonight. It helped a lot."

"It's nothing. I told you I'm always here for you." he smiled. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"I was a bet." you kept it short. "I overheard him talking about me with his teammates."

He winced. "I'm so sorry. It's unfortunate, I had good vibes about him."

"Yeah, well, some people are not like what they seem... like you."

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I'm still thinking about how popular you are." you said, not wanting to talk about him defending you yet.

"Let's not talk about that." he groaned. "We can do something else, the movie's over." he pointed to the credits rolling on the screen.

"How about games?"

You went over almost every silly games you knew such as charades, truth or dare, mimes and more. Approaching the end of the night, you went on with playing rock paper scissors as you ran out of ideas.

"Ouch." Jisung exclaimed after you flunked his forehead.

"It wasn't that bad!" you rolled your eyes. "Again."

You showed your fist, but Jisung had his palm opened. He beat your rock with his paper.

"No." you complained.

"Come here, baby." he snickered.

You leaned closer to him and got the hair on your forehead out of the way. He then flicked his finger, strongly enough for you to hear a toc. You gasped in pain and your eyes squinted while you put your hand over where his finger had just hit.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry." he hurried to apologize. "Are you okay?"

He held your face with the palm of his hands. Suddenly, it felt like time stopped. Staring back at his almond eyes, you could not move. He was the cutest as worry was sprawled all over his face.

"I'm sorry." he said and then did something you certainly did not expect.

Bringing your head lower, he placed a kiss on the red spot on your forehead and then pat on it. You could only stare at him still, not finding the words to react.

"There, all healed." he smiled.

When he met your gaze again, it dawned on him that he just kissed your head without asking. His mind went blank as he didn't know what to say to justify himself. But the smile on your own face was all it took for him to relax. His eyes flickered down on your lips before he came closer. He was still approaching dangerously until he kissed you. You didn't even question it and melted into it, almost as if it was natural. Well, it felt like it. Your mouths were moving perfectly in sync with each other and you couldn't get enough of him.

But he abruptly separated himself from you. "I-I shouldn't- I didn't mean-" he stammered, clearly unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry."

"Ji..." you said, reaching out your hand to him.

He pushed it away and got up. "I think we should call it a night."

"I think we should talk."

"Y/N, please."

His pleading face hurt you. With a small nod, you took your stuff that was scattered around the living room and went to his front door in silence. You didn't turn the knob just yet.

"Thank you for tonight, I'm being honest."

He looked away, unable to keep his eyes on you any longer. "It's nothing. Good night."

"Good night."

As his door closed shut, he let himself fall on the couch. Why did he have to be so careless and kiss you just like that?

You were patient and understanding, so of course it made sense that Jisung didn't reach out to you yet to talk about what had happened. Nonetheless, you had your limits and more than a week without talking to your best friend, your other half, it was too much. You were grateful for the finals to have distracted you a little but now that you were done, he was the only thing in your mind. Maybe the party Chan was organizing for the end of the semester was going to help.

After your last exam, Chunhwa invited you to hang out with her and Changbin. You wanted to refuse at first to avoid watching them eye-fucking each other. However, it had been a while since you spent time with them so you ended up coming to the coffee shop with them. You took the opportunity to give her a little update as to what happened with Minyoung and Jisung. She didn't seem much surprised but still listened nonetheless.

"And hear this: he didn't even text me afterwards. Can you believe it?" you finished explaining the situation.

You followed her gaze and noticed she was staring at Changbin. Without her seeing, you rolled your eyes at how smitten she was.

"He'll do it eventually, don't worry."

Her response did not help. You only huffed when Changbin came back from the counter with the muffin you asked him to order. In one go, you got it in your mouth and munched aggressively.

"I would have never guess that Jisung was the one who put you in this state." Chunhwa said, taken aback from the quantity of food you managed to put in your mouth.

Still munching your muffin, you shrugged. "Not my fault he ghosted me after he kissed me. You should talk with someone when something like this happens instead of ignoring the issue. For real, it's like you fucked a close friend and then never establish what happens next. And sex is a big deal as much as kissing is."

Not really thinking while talking, you then realized you might have referred to what was going on between your two friends unintentionally. Chunhwa ignored it though as she rubbed your back to reassure you.

"He's such a fool, I swear to God I'll smack him next time I see him." you mumbled under your breath.

"He might come to the party tonight. Take it as your chance to talk to him."

You shook your head. "Forget about him. I'll just have fun tonight."

And Jisung wasn't doing any better than you. In fact, he was enraged with himself for not talking to you. He thought it was too late by then and didn't dare to make the first move. Plus, the only time he got to get a glimpse of you, you had glared intensely at him from the other side of the cafeteria. Needless to say that he didn't feel so good. He tried to hide it since he had one final exam to take.

He came across Eunhee, Chan's potential lover, and he greeted her with a weak smile as they went to do the exam together. It went by quickly and before he knew it, he was done. The two of them walked out together and chatted about the questions to see if their answers were similar.

"I was certain it was d..." he said, confused on his answer.

"By the way," Eunhee spoke, grabbing his attention. "I wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You don't look so good to me, no offense."

He looked down on the ground and hesitated to talk for an instant. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just... Y/N and I fought and there is Chan's party tonight. I know she's going but I'm not sure if I want to face her." he admitted as he remembered the death glare you gave him.

"You should go."

"You think so?"

She smiled. "Yeah, I do. You two are practically inseparable from what I see. I think it'll be a shame to not try to fix things."

"You have a point..." he breathed out. "Alright, I'll go. Are you coming too?"

She thought for a moment before nodding. "I guess I can stop by."

For some reason, her words really motivated him. As soon as he got home, he took the time to choose something appropriate to wear. He took all of his clothes out of his drawer and started to discard certain pieces of clothing. From an outer perspective, it looked very disorganized but for Jisung, it was clear.

"What the hell?" Jeongin exclaimed in horror as he stopped in front of Jisung's room. "What is happening here? It looks like a crime scene."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm simply trying to find something to wear for tonight."

"Oh, you're coming in the end? That's good, we'll leave together then?"

"Sure." Jisung shrugged. "Do you know who else is going?"

"Pretty much everyone except for Eunhee. I tried to convince her but she didn't want to."

"Bizarre, she told me she'll come."

Jeongin frowned. "Bizarre, indeed. Anyway, I'll be waiting for you so hurry up."

As requested, Jisung got ready in no time. He had picked a normal t-shirt and put a plaid vest over it with a pair of black jeans. He finalized the look with chains and rings and made sure to arrange his hair in a decent way, unlike the mop he had for the past days.

Before joining Jeongin, Jisung thought it'd be a good idea to send you a quick message to at least let you know he was willing to talk. He didn't expect you to answer, but he was still hopeful.

The two roommates left their flat and arrived about ten minutes before the given time. Chan invited them in by offering them a drink and they went over to the couch where Sora and Youngmi were already sitting. They started to chat about the end of school and other plans they had for the summer. Looking down at his phone every once in a while to see if you answered, he was happy to see Eunhee finally arriving.

"Am I late?" she asked him after they exchanging a quick side hug.

"We pretty much all came in advance. Minho, Hyunjin, Byeol, Hyunjoo and Felix are missing." he informed before drinking what Chan gave him.

"And Chunhwa and Y/N." Changbin added discreetly, nudging his friend's arm. "She told us about what happened."

Jisung's face grew red. "I prefer to not talk about it for now."

"I'll just let you know that she is mad, but like, mad."

This was no good news. And he was right to think so. As more people kept coming, his anxiety only had risen. Mixing a huge party with you being mad at him, he was not doing well.

But on your side, you didn't see that. When you arrived with Chunhwa, the first thing you did was chugging shots after shots before joining other students on the dance floor. Swaying your body to the rhythm, you were more than happy to not be thinking about anything else but that. You eventually lost Chunhwa when you realized she left with Changbin. Instead of trying to look for someone you knew, a guy started to grind on you. Usually, you would be disgusted and would push him away. However, because of the level of alcohol in your body, you couldn't care less. Moving your body with him, you felt his pelvic area become harder. Maybe you were starting to feel uneasy. Nonetheless, you kept on going and he ended up kissing you ferociously.

And Jisung was watching all of it from the corner of the room, his jaw clenching at the simple sight of someone other than him kissing you. By then, he was at his fourth drink of the night. Having grabbed a random beer that tasted like piss, his only goal was to drink his feelings away although he knew it was a bad way to cope.

"Are you alright?"

The voice took him by surprise but once he realized it was Chunhwa, he calmed down a little bit.

"I literally came here to tell her about, well, I assume you know?" he started to rant and she nodded in understanding. "I don't get her."

Taking another sip of the nasty beer, he made a weird face because of the taste.

"Hwayoung truly loves you. Honestly, I think she's scared of things changing between you two. And tonight means nothing to her, I can tell you that." Chunhwa attempted to defend you, but Jisung was having none of it and scoffed.

"I guess I understand, but I can't always be that guy. The one who's around whenever she needs it."

"I get that."

He realized it was the first time he admitted out loud how much he hated being your emotional support every time you got ditched. Just then, Changbin arrived after he had calmed the party down a little due to Chan's argument with Sora. He joined Chunhwa to her side and kissed her on the lips quickly, making Jisung scoff even louder.

"Alright, lovebirds. Rub it in my face." he rolled his eyes.

Changbin chuckled. "We've only just confessed."

"Yeah, well, at least your girl isn't being a total idiot..."

He took it as his cue to leave the couple alone. Spotting Sora leaving Chan, he thought that maybe he should be a good friend and go to him to see if he was doing alright after the fight. However, he didn't make it as someone tripped on his foot and fell into his arms. He clumsily tried to get a good grip to prevent the girl from falling.

"Hi, Ji~"

He cursed under his breath. Of all the students present, it had to be you. By looking at your flushed face, it was a sign that you might have consumed too much. He helped you up on your feet and went to Chan. As the older man saw the state you were in, he immediately helped Jisung to bring you to his room.

"Do you want me to stay with you two?"

Jisung shook his head. "I've got her from here, thanks."

As Chan left the room, you tried to get to the bed alone, but it was no success. Jisung sighed and held your sides to guide you. As you slumped on the bed, you started to hit his chest. He wasn't necessarily taken aback from your behaviour as he did ignore your messages for a while so he simply accepted his fate and let himself get beaten up by you. Well, not beaten up. More like attacked poorly because your hits were so weak.

"You're so pretty." you smiled sheepishly after you were done with hitting him. "Why do you have to be so pretty? I can't stay pissed at you if you look this good."

He chuckled. "Then don't be mad at me?"

"I can't, I hate you."

"Hmm, is that so?"

You looked at him attentively. Grabbing his head, he let out a whimper from how strong your grip was. You brought him closer and pursed your lips. He panicked for a moment as he didn't want to kiss you while you were this drunk.

"Y/N."

"I don't hate you." you whined. "I love you."

Okay, now, he was definitely not doing okay. He pushed your hands away and took a step back.

"I'll go get you a glass of water."

"Jisungie~" you called him out. "Stay with me, please."

He couldn't resist you plea, so he stayed. He took the spot next to you and allowed you to cuddle with him. You happily put your head in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent fully.

"I'm sorry for being such a fool."

He shook his head. "You're not a fool, don't say that."

"I am." you sniffed and that's when he realized you had started crying. "I'm so stupid for going out with so many jackasses. I wanted to forget you."

"Forget me?"

"I love you so much that it hurts." you declared, but Jisung only froze, so you continued. "I'm scared of losing you if I tell you I love you. I guess it's too late now, but yeah. I'm sorry for being a fool by not telling you sooner."

He wasn't sure if you were aware of what was happening but he didn't care. If there was one thing he knew about you when drunk is that you were always honest.

"I might be a fool too, then."

"You're not. You're kind-hearted, attentive, pretty and you give good advices. You're always doing things according to me so you know I feel comfortable and I never thank you for it."

He kept on stroking your hair in silence as you continued on giving him compliments. Maybe you weren't going to remember it, but he wanted to make sure he did by listening to every single word you let out attentively.

"I love you, Ji." you said to finish your monologue, your voice getting weaker as you grew tired.

He smiled to himself for how adorable you were. "I love you too."

"Remind me tomorrow." you whispered but loud enough for him to hear.

You woke up with the worst headache. Opening your eyes slowly, you took in on your surroundings. You were in Chan's room which was a good sign as it meant you didn't leave with a random person. But there was a random person next to you. You then noticed the ball of hair that was too familiar to your liking. Had you slept with Jisung? Checking your outfit real quick, you concluded you did not as you still had your clothes on. So how did you end up in Chan's bed with your best friend? It wasn't the first time you slept in the same bed but with the circumstances, you felt awkward.

It was only a few minutes later that Jisung stretched out his arms as he woke up. He seemed to be doing better than you as he was smiling contently. However, when his eyes opened to meet yours, he jumped out of the bed.

"I wanted to wake up first to not freak you out, I'm sorry. I swear nothing happened." he was quick to explain.

"It's fine." you responded as you sat up, bringing the blanket close to your chest. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, what about you?" You shook your head and Jisung's eyes widened. "Right, you drank a lot yesterday. Do you want me to get you something? A Tylenol, some water, more blankets?"

As much as you were still angry with him, his caring personality made its way to your heart. So you let him take care of you. He left to go to the kitchen and you heard some arguing with Chan. It was something along the lines of stealing his bed again or whatever. He was quick to come back with a pill and a glass of water. You swallowed it in one-go and then invited Jisung to sit with you. Like a puppy, he did as told and waited patiently for you to talk.

"Why did we sleep together?"

"You were really drunk and I just wanted to tuck you in, I promise. But you kind of forced me to stay and then one thing led to another..."

"Don't tell me we kissed again." you cut him off.

"No! I would never let you do so while intoxicated."

It reassured you on so many levels. "Alright, then what happened?"

"You confessed."

It was as if the words triggered your brain into remembering the moment you were attempting to tell him you loved him, and a slight memory of him saying it back appeared in your mind. You weren't sure whether you were imagining things.

"And I asked you to remind me today about it, right?"

He smiled. "So you remember."

"Vaguely."

A silence settled in the room. You had clearly told him everything on your mind and he did the same. The only thing left to do was to decide what to do now. Neither of you wanted to speak first. For you, it was because you were scared of things becoming weird, but for him, it was because he was scared to death that you'd take back everything you said the night before.

"Kids, breakfast!" Chan yelled from the kitchen.

"In a minute." the both of you yelled back at the same time.

This caused for you to break into laughter, diffusing the tension. Jisung joined you and calmed down a little.

"Listen," he started once you stopped laughing. "I was being serious. I love you and I've been in love with you since... I don't even remember when but it's been a while."

Your cheeks turned pink at his words. "Me too."

"I'm sick of seeing you getting hurt by all of these guys because I know I'd treat you a thousand times better. I know I'm not a jock or anything, but I promise my feelings are genuine."

You rushed you wrapped your arms around his body making you fall on your sides into the mattress. Jisung hmphed at the sudden contact, though he was quick to return the hug.

"I know, you idiot. You already treat me like a damn goddess, I can't imagine how you'll treat me now."

"Does it mean that you love me too?"

You laughed at how clueless he was. "Yes, Ji. I love you too and I'd love it if we go out someday."

"As a date?"

"As a date."

He couldn't contain the joy he felt anymore and grabbed the back of your neck you pull you into a long and loving kiss. It felt even better than the last time and you held him tighter to pull him even closer. You pulled away to get some air.

"I'm sorry but I couldn't stop myself." he said, embarrassed.

"Kiss me again?"

He smirked at you and kissed you again at your demand. You started to pull his jacket away from his shoulders and he took the hint that you wanted it off. As he kept on kissing you, he grew more confident and moved his hand down to your thigh. He grabbed it tightly which caused you to let out a gasp. He smiled into your lips, satisfied with your reaction. You decided to play as well and you started to graze your fingers across his abdomen. You had seen him shirtless many times but feeling his abdominal muscles was much different than admiring them from afar. You moved your fingers to the hem of his pants, trying to find the button to undo it.

"You want to do this here?" he broke the kiss and grabbed your wrist to prevent you from moving any further.

"I've been wanting to fuck you ever since the first time you changed clothes in my room." you admitted and it only made him smirk again.

"You liked what you saw?"

"Yes. Now, can we get to business?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You never knew being called like this would do something to you, but you felt like you were melting. He continued to touch you all over your body, always making sure you were comfortable, and he finally got your shirt off. He flipped you to be on top and started to place a few pecks down your neck to your bellybutton.

"Guys, I said breakfast is-"

Jisung was quick to bring the blanket over you, covering your body that was half-dressed.

"For fuck's sake. Guys, this is the last time I'm letting you both stay in my bed. Get dressed now!"

You stayed in silence when Chan closed the door abruptly.

"Is he mad?" you asked and Jisung could only chuckle.

"He's fine." He leaned down to give you, yet, one more kiss. "You have no idea how happy I am right now."

"I think I know, because I couldn't be happier myself."

His smile grew and you were the one to kiss him this time.

"Guys!" Chan yelled from the kitchen again.

"Coming!"

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the-princess-of-loki · 6 months

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Can't take it back

Pairing: Loki x fem!you

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff. A little bit of angst.

I inspired myself a little with "A Thousand Years", so if you want, here's a link for you to listen to it while reading.

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Loki couldn’t take it anymore. He has waited for you for what seemed an eternity, only to find you already taken. By a mortal. A useless mortal that wouldn’t give you half of what he could. And now he was comforting you, hugging you in his arms as you cried your heart over a stupid human who didn’t see you as you should be seen. He couldn’t take it. He wanted to do it for you, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t see you like this. Thus, he stood up, making sure you wouldn’t fall from the sofa, and started to walk towards the door of your apartment.

“Loki? Where are you going?” You asked him with a broken voice. Loki took a deep breath before turning around to face you again. Your beautiful face covered in tears tore him apart.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t see you cry for a mortal that doesn’t deserve you,” Loki explained with the calmest voice he could manage.

“Please, don’t leave me now…” the way you pleaded him was like a million knives to his heart. “I need you.”

“No, you don’t!” Loki shouted and immediately regretted it, but he couldn’t take it back. “You need a friend.”

“You are my friend…” You said confused as you stood up and walked over to him. Loki’s throat felt dry.

“I’m not.”

Before he could think his actions through, Loki closed the distance between you two with just one large step. He cupped both your cheeks with his large hands and kissed your lips with passion. He enjoyed the sensation of your lips against his, taking great pleasure in the way your bodies seemed to respond in synchronisation. He enjoyed a good few minutes before he realised what he was doing. Loki pulled back immediately, sheer horror at what he did covered his whole face. He seemed even paler than he usually is. Without even saying goodbye, he left you alone in your apartment.

-0-

Loki had avoided you for the past weeks. He wasn’t sure if you wanted to see him, or if you just wanted to yell at him for what he had done. You have sent him some messages, asking him to go and see you, but Loki hasn’t dared to reply. You weren’t specific in your messages so he didn’t want to make any assumptions as regards your intentions.

Two weeks after that night, however, Loki received a text from one of your co-workers. You had told him before that he was your emergency contact at work. Your co-worker just told him you hadn’t gone to work earlier today and wondered if everything was okay. Immediately, Loki shifted into an eagle and flew over to your apartment. He didn’t bother knocking as he was too worried to care about formalities. Loki used his magic and opened your door without making a noise. When he was inside, he could see you laying on the sofa. He walked over to you and bent next to your face. Loki sighed, relieved, when he noticed you were only asleep. Nevertheless, he could notice your eyes swollen as they usually were when you had cried a lot. He couldn’t leave you just there when he knew you’d been crying. You didn’t give him much choice either, because you opened your eyes at that exact instant and looked at him.

“Loki…?” You asked, your beautiful voice hoarse. You looked at him confused and Loki’s heart started to beat wildly against his chest just to see your beautiful eyes looking back at him.

“Hello, darling,” Loki answered with a sense of awkwardness that he tried to hide with a charming smile of his. You reached your hand to his face, touching him slightly as if you were afraid he would disappear at your touch. “I am sorry I have irrupted into your flat like this. One of your co-workers sent me a message that you didn’t go to work today and I was worried about you.” You sat up straight on the sofa, stretching a little, before you looked at him again. Loki’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the sadness in your eyes.

“Well, you can see I’m still alive. You can go on ignoring me now.”

“Darling, I am sorry-”

“No. Don’t call me that. Your absence made it perfectly clear that I mean nothing to you,” You interrupted him and it was Loki’s time to look at you confused.

“What? No. You mean more to me than anything else,” You scoffed, standing up. Loki stood up as well, still looking at you confused.

“Why did you leave me, then?” You asked him, not turning around to face him. However, Loki could hear in your voice that you were starting to cry again. He immediately took a step further and put his arms around you, hugging you tight against him. He kissed your hair as you trembled in his arms, still not facing him.

“I was afraid. I thought you hated me because…of what I did…” Loki replied in a whisper. He couldn’t even say the word ‘kiss’ out loud. It was too embarrassing for him. How could he, a god, give in to his impulses like that? He was still blaming himself for his weakness. You turned around in his arms, looking at him with determination. You tiptoed and kissed his lips softly.

“Hating you because of that? You’re much more important to me than a simple kiss…” Loki gulped his saliva, feeling his pale cheeks going a little pink.

“You don’t understand, darling. It wasn’t just a kiss…I…” Loki sighed, trying to gather the courage to mutter the words. “I am in love with you,” He finally muttered, forcing himself to look into your eyes.

“You…are?” you asked him, surprised. “Why didn’t you say anything before?” Loki sighed again.

“You have that relationship and I didn’t want to force my feelings into you when your heart is elsewhere…”

“My heart was always with you, Loki. I’ve never thought about the possibility of a handsome god like you falling for a human like me, so I didn’t even thought about it. But that man means nothing to me. You do.”

Before he could even react, you joined your lips with his again, this time not letting go. Loki kissed you back without a second thought, closing his eyes, hugging you tighter against him and moving his lips lovingly against yours. You both kissed for a long time, forgetting everything around you and just enjoying the pleasure of your lips together. The feeling of having you in his arms, safe and sound while he kissed you to his heart’s content, had Loki beaming.

“I am…what you want?” Loki asked in a whisper, nuzzling your nose with his, still not opening his eyes for fear that he was dreaming and this was all an illusion. The irony wasn’t lost on him, to be honest.

“Look at me, Loki,” you asked him in a whisper and he immediately opened his eyes. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. You smiled sweetly at him as you caressed his now pink cheek. “You are more than everything that I want, that I could have even imagined. Loki, you are a dream come true.”

Loki beamed again and kissed you again. From that moment on, he wouldn’t let go of you. Ever again.

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲/𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

" NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT "

Y/N practically yelled at her football agent and manager, following what she had just heard which the young girl could only describe as maddening at this point and what made it even worse was how nonchalant her manager was about it as she said, " Give me a good reason why you don't want to be on the panel, you're part of the EA sports video game cover "

Y/N laugh incredulously, " He and I hate each other, not to mention he plays for Manchester City while I play for Manchester United "

" You're both Portuguese " Her manager reminds her.

" So, it's not a magical reason for me to be nice to him " Y/N retorts with a sarcastic tone. " He doesn't like me and I sure as shit do not like him, so no I won't do it "

" Fine " Her manager heaves an exaggerated sigh, " Suit yourself, but think of it this way, you're going to bring more eyes on the club as the club's top scorer not to mention - you're a proven draw time and time again, if you cancel, you'll just give him the chance to mock you "

Y/N furrowed her brows, mulling over what her manager said before groaning, " Ugh, Fine "

Her manager grins, " Good " she dials the phone number to arrange everything while Y/N huffs out a breath at the prospect of being in the same room with him, especially after the last time they saw one another.

You see, once upon a time, way back when - Amadora housed a young boy and a girl with a similar passion that minded them together, they spent every waking hour chatting and honing their football skills and amidst that, they'd also grown closer up until about two weeks after seventeenth birthday, he made the less than wise decision of breaking her heart by going out with another girl thus planting the seed of hatred which lead them to this very moment, while he thrived in Manchester City, she was flying high as the top scorer of Manchester United.

" You two will be doing interviews together, so best be on the look out for embarrassing questions, you get one, just smile, nod and evade the topic " Her manager reminds her.

" Yes, you don't need to tell me twice " Y/N sighs, before walking out of her office to head home.

" Mate, you alright? "

Rúben looks up to see John's concerned face looking at him, the best he can muster up was a shrug. He wasn't sure what to say, especially after seeing the text message from his agent, he was set to do the panel for EA Sports with her. " I'm fine "

John chuckles, " That doesn't look like fine to me, come on tell me. What's wrong? "

" You know how I'm going to do the panel tomorrow, right? " He said.

" Yeah, it's a big deal " John nods. " Why? "

The Portuguese heaves out a sigh, " I'm not going to do it alone, I'm going to be doing the panel with ... " he trails off then cover his face before adding, " Her "

John furrowed his brows for a moment before his eyes widened in surprise, " You mean ... her? as in Y/N " he said, having already been aware of the existing tension between his teammate and the Manchester United player.

" Yes " Rúben sighs, " It'll be a disaster given that she doesn't like me that much which is an understatement " he chuckles.

" Well I can't blame her " John mutters to which he received a glare from Rúben. " Did I lie? you broke her heart "

" I didn't think she liked me like that, granted I was too caught up with football to notice " He said then shook his head.

" Listen, I reckon she's mature enough to act civil with you " John shrugs, " She's well acquainted with Luke, and according to what he says, whenever he meets her, she's the equivalent of an angel "

" Yeah, what an angel " He chuckles. " I'm telling you, I know that tomorrow is not going to go well for either of us "

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It was intense to say the least, Y/N arrived around the same time Rúben did - she was dressed in a beautiful and elegant black dress, her hair pulled to the side in a braid with a few strands framing her face and topping the look off with a bold red lip, while she had arrived with firm confidence, it seemed to have evaporated the minute she saw him, right there; dressed in an all navy blue ensemble of a suit.

Their eyes met and for a moment, she swore she saw the young boy she had befriended in Amadora long ago, however as quick as the moment was set, it had evaporated with her shooting him a death glare before she was lead to the inside of the venue, Rúben shakes his head hoping that nothing happens.

They were seated next to one another as the panel began, with fans coming up and asking several questions in regards to football and their careers as well as the game, all the while Y/N could feel Rúben looking at her which on more than one occasion had made her want to outright tell him to stop looking.

Suddenly a young fan comes up to ask the question that had definitely flustered Y/N.

" Who do you classify as the best defenders in football? "

Y/N grows silent ignoring Rúben’s look as she lifts her microphone to speak, " There are plenty but I will list the ones at the top of my head, Sergio Ramos, Pepe, and … " she forces a smile, " My fellow panel member here, Rúben Dias "

A unanimous ‘oooh’ erupted from the crowd as Rúben smiled then said, " Thank you "

" No problem " Y/N said through her faux smile.

Once the panel event concluded, Y/N was asked to stay for the after party yet she had no desire to be around Rúben hence why she tried to escape undetected, or so she thought – just as she was about to escape, she hears her name coming out of his mouth causing her to stop midway then turn around, " Yes " she said curtly.

" Were you leaving? " He asks.

" Yeah, I don’t like these kinds of parties and the heels are killing me " Y/N said, " You should head back inside, maybe you’ll find something new to corrupt " she adds with a sarcastic smile.

He sighs then said with a gentle tone, " Y/N "

" No, no " She shakes her head, "Just because I named you earlier doesn’t mean we’re suddenly best friends again, especially since you were the one that screwed me over "

" You can’t fault me for not knowing how you felt back then " He said, " You weren’t truthful with me "

She laughs then shakes her head, " I wasn’t truthful, Rúben – your entire family could see how I felt, you for some reason didn’t see it because you thrived on the attention other girls gave you, and while I was just the best friend that’s always there "

" Y/N " He said, " Can we please talk somewhere else? "

" I don’t have anything to say or tell you " She interjects with a deadly glare, " Goodnight "

Rúben resigns to standing still, watching her storm off once again, he’d tried his best to speak to her the following weeks only to be met with no response which left him with no choice, other than to do what he had initially thought of, it might be stupid but it’s all or nothing.

" Mate this is a crime! " John laughs as they were finally seated to watch the game, " You might actually be benched "

" She left me with no choice, and besides I’m here as a football fan not a player, so what if the media will see me? " Rúben shrugs, adjusting the jersey he wore, Y/N’s jersey.

" You reckon she’ll see you? " John wonders.

The Portuguese shrugs, " We follow each other’s private accounts so yes, she’ll definitely see it "

The match was intense, Manchester United up against Arsenal – the girls had dominated the match for most of the two half but struggled to score until the 86th minute when Y/N was able to score a stunning header which sent the stadium roaring with cheers, Rúben included as he stood up and cheered for her, fully aware that the camera panned on him.

After the match, John had left with Rúben assuring him that he’ll be ok – The Portuguese waited until he spotted her chatting with her fellow teammates who had spotted him before she did, one of them nudged Y/N then whispered in her ear for her to look up, her gaze landing on him.

Rúben tentatively approached them, with the girls giving him polite smiles and alerting Y/N that they’ll wait for her in the bus. He turns to Y/N, " You were amazing out there "

" Careful, Pep might end up benching you for stepping on the enemy lines " Y/N retorts with a dry chuckle.

" I can take it, so as long as you accept my apology. I’m really sorry Y/N, I was a terrible friend to you, and to be fair – ever since you stopped talking to me, it was like I lost a part of myself, and you can’t imagine how happy I was when I learned that you were here, and while we weren’t talking, I watched every match to cheer you on " He said, " I know, I’m very much too late but maybe we can reconnect "

Y/N looks at him with an unreadable expression before she drops her bag and walks up to him to close the distance, wrapping her arms around his torso then she rests her head on his chest which elicited a smile from him, he wraps his arms around her back as gentle as he can. " Don’t make regret this Dias " she murmurs.

" I wouldn’t dream of it " He said, before pressing a kiss to her head.

She pulls back, and reaches to take her bag only for Rúben to pick it up. " Why don’t I drive you? "

" No, you don’t have to " She shakes her head in refusal.

" I want to, text the girls and tell them you’re coming with me " He said.

" Rúben " She groans.

" Y/N " He retorts with the same tone.

Y/N huffs out a breath, she pulls out her phone to text her friend and Captain, Katie who cheekily responded with.

Make sure to use protection 😉

She chuckles which made him look at her and ask, " What? "

" Nothing, just an inside joke " Y/N laughs, " I was promised a ride so there better be food involved Dias "

" For you princesa, I’ll give you the world " He grins.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias imagine

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notjustdragonspages · 8 months

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Been having an extremely stressful and mentally exhausting few weeks, and I just feel perpetually exhausted even when i just do mundane things, so was hoping maybe I could ask to get a donnie x gn reader blurb thingy where the reader is just extremely mentally exhausted, and donnie notices this and decides to comfort them?? Let's them cuddle up on his lap while he works and he runs his fingers through their hair, says soft affirmations/ just general fluffy ooey gooey goodness.

No pressure to do this, take your time!

You got it ;3

I'm just tired

A/n: this is a very cute idea. I love it so much. And I'm sorry it took so long. I swear I'm getting to all your guys asks, I've just been in this writers block for like a month. Grrr, it sucks.

Warnings: no one! However, I did use the temperature it was in Canada when I wrote this, which was 35. So whatever that is anywhere else, you guys get to translate it.

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Tired. That's what you were. It's not that you were physically, however that was low too, it's that you felt like you were running off a single braincell. Each task you had to do, whether it was homework, doing chores, or just walking around your house, seemed impossible.

Thus you were lying on your bed, trying to nap, but only getting so far as to day dream with your eyes closed. Not to mention it was summer and today just had to be one of the hottest all week. Well above 30.

Grumbling you got up and tried to rearrange your pillows in a way to have the fan blowing on you- it had been tucked away in the back corner of the garage and you had snatched it before one of your family members could. Laying back down on your stomach, head resting on the pillows, you checked your messages.

Donnie: sry gonna have to be over a bit later tonight

You sighed. Of course. And by later, he probably meant tomorrow. Closing your eyes, your thoughts drifted to the purple clad terrapin. You two had been dating for only about a month now, both deciding that after eleven months of 'not' dating, you might as well make it official.

Smacking your pillow, you flipped it over to the cooler side and buried your face into it. You were too tired to deal with this heat. To deal with anything. You growled in frustration and dragged yourself out of bed. It was only 6:30.

Slowly walking to the kitchen, you grabbed a glass of water and pressed your face against it. Sweet relief from the heat. Peeking into your freezer, you grabbed a couple ice cubes and brought them back to your room. You munched on them as you waited.

At around 9 pm, you heard a knock on your bedroom window. "Come in..."

You tiredly watched as Donnie quietly opened your door before slipping in. He paused, a very confused look on his face before you grumbled and he saw you on your mattress on the floor.

"You look miserable," he said, taking his battle shell off and leaving his tech bo by your door. Carefully walking over, he plopped himself on the edge of your bed. He blocked the fan and you hissed at him, batting at his arm until he moved over.

"Gee, thanks," you snapped, sitting up and crossing your legs. Donnie tilted his head at you.

"Are you.... okay? I mean, aside from being hot and "miserable"."

Frowning at him you pinched the bridge of your nose, a headache adding to the list of things agitating you. "I just.... It's been a tough week. With school just starting and teachers already giving out homework.... I'm just tired. And this heat isn't helping."

Donnie studied your face for a moment before wrapping an arm around you. At the same time you heard machinery hiss and click into place. Looking over your shoulder, you saw an a/c installed in your window. You gave Donnie a shocked look.

"How-"

"Don't worry about it, love."

Being as strong as he is (shhh ignore the one episode where he couldn't lift a table. Look at his armsssss) he picked you up and lifted you into his lap, scooting on your bed till his shell was against the wall. He leaned on it and you moved until you could rest your head on his upper plastron.

Donnie chuckled as you snuggled into him and he brought a hand down to gently rub your back, soothing away any worries.

"You're doing great. And if you're tired, it's okay to take a break."

"Says the guy who collapsed from exhaustion yesterday-" He kissed you abruptly to shut you up. Pulling away he had a slight blush on his snout.

"We don't need to mention that," he chuckled nervously and gently ran his fingers through your hair. Working with his hands a lot definitely means he can give a good head massage.

You gave him a final smirk before closing your eyes as he gently scratched your scalp. You felt safe, and cozy, and still tired. But this tired felt better. Like when you woke up you'd actually feel rested.

Plus, with him working that magic on your head, there was no way you'd stay awake for long.

As you drifted off, you heard him whisper.

"I love you, Darling."

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello #rise donnie x reader

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sacredbbl · 1 month

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Fraternity Fever

Jake X Reader

CW:weed, alcohol, oral, sexual intercourse

Chapter 5

Jake POV

You grabbed her hand as you walked to your Jeep. You were always the driver when the whole group decided to go somewhere, it had been decided that it was safer than letting the others drive, and plus when you drove you got to choose exactly when you all went home. Jayden and Josh had decided to drive separately. You watched as Y/N sat in your passenger seat, and Danny and Sam climbed into your backseat.

“She took my seat!” Sam whined as he closed the door, a scowl on his face.

“Sam, shut up! I’m literally paying for dinner,” she joked, turning her head slightly to look at him, her eyes glistening in the sunlight.

“Yeah, Sammy boy, shut up!” you chuckled back and slowly put your hand on her thigh while pulling out of the driveway.

It wasn’t too long of a drive - only about twenty minutes - before you decided where you wanted to go. Of course, Sam wanted some weird indie place where they choose what you eat. You all had settled on somewhere quiet, somewhere that wouldn’t be too busy. Live music was a common occurrence here, and thus it was somewhere that you went quite often. It was a good way to learn about new bands and become introduced to new kinds of music.

As expected, it wasn’t too busy when you walked in. Only a few of the tables were taken, and there was still a booth available in the back corner. A soft sigh left your lips in relief. You were seated quickly, you and Y/N across from Danny and Sam. You could constantly feel their eyes on you, watching your every movement. Your hand didn’t leave her thigh as you perused through the menu. The conversation had slightly lulled, catching the two boys whispering to each other, sneaking glances at you.

As Sam’s face began to contort into a smile, you swiftly shot your leg out, connecting with his shin. He jumped, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“Hey! What was that for?” he complained, like a child who had just been scolded.

“You know exactly what that was for, now be quiet, it’s time to order.”

As the waiter made his way over, you noticed his eyes perusing through the group, before finally landing on Y/N. You found yourself feeling a pang of possessiveness, moving your hand from her thigh, to wrapping it around her shoulders, pulling her into you slightly. She didn’t seem to notice the interaction, simply calming under your touch. The waiter seemed to catch the message quickly, turning his eyes to Danny.

As the boys ordered, you leaned towards her, whispering the cheesiest line that you could think of - “So, I guess you’re not on the menu?”

She chuckled, shaking her head at you. You would have given your life to replay that moment over, and over - her laugh filled your ears, and left them ringing. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard and you couldn’t help but want to do everything in your power to hear it again.

Y/N POV

You found yourself feeling almost anxious around him. Yeah, you had spent time alone with him before, but this felt different. This time he had made a choice. He had chosen you over his fears. You replayed the conversation over, and over in your head.

“I’m here, and I’m here for good.”

You didn’t fight the smile that came across your lips, taking a moment to look over at him as the waiter explained the specials of the night. His eyes were beautifully illuminated in the dim, warm lights. His hair had been pulled back behind his ears, resting on his shoulders. You could have spent the entire night just looking at him.

“Helloooooooo…. Y/N?” a voice interrupted your train of thought. You flinched, finding the eyes of Danny to be looking back at you.

“Oh! Uh.. I..” you began, falling over your words. You had been too caught up to decide what you wanted to eat. You turned towards Jake for help, who quickly obliged.

Somehow, he ordered perfectly for you.

You hummed a quiet “thank you” before resting your head onto his shoulder, the smile returning to your face. You were right where you wanted to be and you couldn’t have been happier. As the boys spoke amongst themselves, you found yourself looking around the restaurant - you hadn’t been here before.

A couple was sat in one of the booths across from you, leaning on their elbows, talking to each other in quiet whispers. They seemed content - with not a single care in the world. Your eyes softened as you watched before turning your attention back to your own table.

“Y/N, what’s got you so distracted tonight?” Sam asked, a slight tinge of concern in his voice.

“Oh, I’ve just got an assignment due soon, trying to come up with a title for it” you replied, almost impressing yourself with your ability to lie on the spot.

In reality, it was Jake.

The way that his hand had found a resting place on your shoulder. The way that his thumb was running over and back, across your arm. The way that he looked at you, with the love of a thousand suns within his eyes. He listened to you like you were the only person on earth, hanging on to every word like it would be the last thing that he would ever hear.

Oh how quickly things can change.

Just a few days ago, he wouldn’t have let you even look at him twice, and here you were, resting on his shoulder, talking to his brothers.

As you considered how the situation had changed, two more joined you. You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head slightly.

“What took you two so long? We ordered for you,” Jake spoke before you could, almost as if he was reading your thoughts.

Josh frowned slightly, before jumping into a rant about the traffic, how Jake was impossible to follow when he was driving, how Jayden had picked terrible music, how you hadn’t told him what restaurant you were going to.

“You’re such a diva,” you giggled, poking him as he slid in beside you. He was quick to protest, causing Danny to laugh, shaking his head. It wasn’t long before the food came, sitting up in your seat in order to reach the table.

As you removed yourself from him for a moment, you saw Jake’s face frown ever so slightly in your peripheral vision. You smiled softly at him, resting a hand on his knee, seemingly calming his mind.

Sam ate like he had never been fed before - finishing his meal in inhuman speeds. As he sat back, he pulled his phone from his pocket, clearly typing, before elbowing Danny. Catching the hint, Danny pulled his own phone out, clicking onto a notification, and laughing.

Jake POV

As you followed her eyes, towards where the boys were sat, it quickly clicked that they were texting each other. And so, you flew up in your seat, grabbing the phone from Danny and sitting back down. In fairness to him, he did his best to grab it back from you, almost leaping over the table, before giving up, both him and Sam hanging their heads.

Fuck Ass Sam: No bro they’re literally eye-fucking each other there’s no chance theyre not getting it on ill bet you ten dollars rn

You: Yeah sure LMAO you know what he’s like. Lick em’ and kick em’

Fuck Ass Sam: PLSSSS bet or no bet?

You: Okay fine, bet.

Fuck Ass Sam: I’m just gonna ask him

You: No you won’t that’s the dumbest thing you’ve said all day, what would you even ask?

Fuck Ass Sam: “Hey brother are you fuckin’ that girl bc if youre not im gonna!”

As you read the texts, your eyes shot up. “Wow.” you hummed, turning the phone away from her so that she wouldn’t see. You didn’t want her to know the way that the two of them spoke about her.

You sat up in your seat once more, before locking the phone, and placing it back down onto the table.

“I’m going to say this once, and let me make it crystal fucking clear. If I ever see you, or hear you talking about her like this again, you’re done. You’re out of the frat, and you’re out of my life. I’m not fucking playing.” Your voice was still, noticing Josh turning around to look at you.

He pulled the phone back up from the table, unlocking it, and reading over the texts. He hummed quietly, nodding his head.

“Let’s not fight right now, guys, come on, let’s just eat, we can talk about it later,” he offered, clearly doing his best to deescalate the situation. He knew better than anyone what your temper was like, and how quickly it could get nasty.

“I’ve got nothing else to say. I’ve said my piece,” you replied, taking the phone from Josh’s hands and pushing it across the table back to Danny.

Noticing Y/N’s eyes on you, you turned, before shaking your head slightly. “Believe me when I say that you don’t want to know.” She nodded slightly, before returning to her previous position, eating her food in silence.

“Dude, calm down. It was just-” Sam began, moving his hands as he spoke. A frown fell over his face, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to explain himself. Danny cut him off quickly, elbowing him into the ribs.

“Let it go. Let it go.” he repeated, before Sam finally gave up.

As you turned away from them, you heard a quiet whisper from Danny. “I’ll try to talk to him later.”

The meal seemed to drag on after the interaction, filled with awkward silences only interrupted by Josh rambling on about his day.

As soon as it was over, you almost raced to the car, the rest of them piling in after you. Josh suggested dropping Jayden back home, which Y/N agreed to, saying that she was going to stay over for just a little longer before going home.

Unlocking the door, you made your way inside, her hand in yours, before sitting down onto the couch. Sam followed after, sheepishly. He knew that he was in trouble, and he would take Josh being mad at him over you any day.

You stared at him as he sat onto one of the seats across from you, Danny joining soon after. They exchanged glances between each other, clearly not wanting to be the first one to speak.

“Jake, we were only joking, we didn’t think you’d actually read them,” Danny began, his voice low.

“Yeah, we were just playing! You two have been so weird and confusing and…” Sam chimed in, before his voice trailed off.

“I don’t care that you were joking. You said what you said. You know better than to play with these kinds of things, Danny. And you, Sam, I would have thought that you would have learned your lesson after last time.”

You remembered the argument that had been started once you found out that Sam had been sleeping with Ashlee. It had been the worst fight that the two of you had ever had, ending up sitting in the kitchen with Josh as he ran a wet rag over your knuckles, apologizing over and over.

It had taken months for you two to calm down at each other and had very nearly torn the entire family apart.

As you spoke, Sam’s face dropped. He seemed to have forgotten about what had happened and how you had reacted.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, Jake, I swear, never again!” he argued, his face soft. You nodded your head towards the two of them, before speaking once again.

“You were warned after the last time what would happen if I ever found you trying to pull that shit again. We won’t be talking about this again, this is your final chance, and I mean it.” Your voice was cold as you spoke before you pulled yourself up from the couch, leaving the two to stew in their thoughts.

Y/N followed you up the stairs, having not said a single word to anyone since you left the car. You could tell that she was confused, but certainly preferred that over her knowing what had actually happened.

Y/N POV

You walked after him, finding yourselves on the balcony once more. The breeze infiltrated your skin, forcing a chill up your spine.

He sat onto one of the chairs, pulling you down onto his lap. You pulled your knees up, laying across him, his fingers gently wrapping around strands of your hair, pulling them through before allowing them to fall once again.

“Are you gonna tell me what all that was about?” you asked, your voice quiet. You could tell that it had had an effect on him - you’d never seen him speak to anyone like that, especially Sam.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s over now. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about,” he replied, planting a soft kiss onto your forehead. It was clear that he was doing his best to protect you. You trusted him, taking his word for it.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, before the cold finally got to you. He noticed your shivers, picking you up with ease, and making his way inside. He shut the door behind him, before sitting you onto the bed.

“Jake I gotta go, I told Jayd-” you began, before he pulled you into him. He was warm, and his touch made you completely lose your train of thought, relaxing into him.

“Just text her n’ tell her you’re busy,” he hummed, his voice low. He had buried his head into the crook of your neck, barely able to hear him.

“I can’t, I gotta-” you began once more, being cut off once again.

“Stay with me. Please”

With that, your mind was made up. You stayed with him that night, intertwined with each other. Each and every time you would stir, his arms would wrap around you once more, pulling you further into him.

He tended to speak in his sleep, mumbling about the most random things. You found yourself laying awake into the early hours, turning around to face him. You knew that you’d be tired in the morning, but in all honesty, you didn’t care. You just wanted to watch him, to take in everything that you could about him, his face had softened significantly. He had pulled his hair into a low bun to keep it out of the way. Even his smell was enchanting - you found yourself inhaling deeper than you thought that you could, wanting to remember each and every moment that you had with him.

He had you wrapped around his little finger, to say the least, but it was right where you wanted to be.

#danny gvf #greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #jake gvf #gvf fanfiction #sam gvf #jake kiszka #gvf smut #sam kiszka gvf

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hibernationsuit · 1 month

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"Nah, it wasn't stupid, I actually thought it was quite sweet..."

based on this hehehehe! what happens the next morning, actually! :3

almost posted this all alone but then i remembered i wanted to write something for this and thus. fic under read more.

warning for mentions of alcohol & being drunk

8:54 AM.

Klara stared at the clock. It has been a while since she had woke up so late.

Been a while since she woke up with a headache like this, too.

At least it's Saturday, no need to go to work.

She carefully sat up and slowly reached for the curtain to block out the bright sunlight that was definitely worsening her headache.

Could be worse, I could've also had nausea or something.

She looked around the room, and then at herself. She was sleeping under her blanket, which was supposed to be on her bed, but she's on her couch. She was still wearing the same outfit she picked yesterday.

What the fuck was I doing last night? She remembered getting ready for the party Leon was throwing, to celebrate...something? She didn't remember. Didn't care, really. The invitation had come too late for her to get deeper into the details.

Dark hall, lots of people, way more people than usually, boy were they having a party. Pretty lights, surprisingly good music, even if it wasn't Klara's favorite style, and way too much alcohol. Especially for someone with work stress.

She remembered, though not fully, how some guy had accidentally crashed into her near the bar and got the drink all over her shirt. And how she almost punched him, until someone stopped her.

Klara looked at the shirt she was wearing and noticed a stain. Ugh. Probably won't get it off. She took off the shirt, threw it to the other end of the room and sighed. She really hasn't felt this bad for a while now.

She looked at the coffee table and noticed a water carafe, half-melted ice cubes slowly floating at the top, with an empty glass next to it, and a painkillee still in its wrappings on it.

She sure as hell did not put it there.

Or did she?

At some point someone came to her and said that she has had enough, probably. That she should probably go home. She agreed, but not because she actually thought that she had enough. She agreed only because that would mean spending more time with the guy who said it, and who offered to walk her home.

With Tobias.

She stared at the ceiling. She didn't remember telling him bye or good night when he was leaving, or frankly, didn't really remember that much from the whole walk home, other than barely standing. No, wait-

They were standing next to her apartment door, Tobias opening her door with the key she had just given him. As the man turned back to face her and give the key back, Klara quickly got closer to him, one hand on his waist and the other on his face, saying something. An impulsive thing to do, definitely not what Klara would do. At least not while sober.

She didn't remember what she said, or what happened next. Did he leave? He vad such a surprised, confused face. Did I mess everything up?

She suddenly wanted to throw up. Badly.

Klara reached for the carafe and poured herself a glass full of water, took several slow, deep breaths and drank the whole glass. Took the painkiller and fished out one ice cube to chew on afterwards. Or to calm herself with its coldness.

She rose up from the couch and stretched a little, pausing for a moment to get her thoughts together. She needed to eat, that was the first thing to do. No matter how bad she felt after a night of partying, getting at least something down always helped her feel better. Then she should check her messages, to see if someone wrote something about the last night. Or to message Tobias about what happened. If he would want to talk to her. Would she do it before or after the shower.

Klara made it slowly to the kitchen and opened the door, suddenly met with the bright sunlight again. And with a scent of something freshly baked.

And Tobias by the table, sleeping quietly.

Not what she expected.

Klara slowly walked to the table and touched his shoulder gently, to make sure he's real. Tobias's eyes slowly opened and he looked at her. "Hey! Um, good morning. Feeling okay?"

"Hey. Um. Yeah. Was it you who put the water carafe on the table?"

He nodded and rose up. "You looked like you needed it. Um, I mean, you looked exhausted. And as much as I know about hangovers, devydration is really the biggest issue in it."

"Yeah." Klara sat on the kitchen counter. "By the way, tell me you didn't sleep like that the whole night."

"On your beanbag, actually! Surprisingly comfortable, I'd take it over my bed. Really soft. Hope you don't mind, I didn't really want to leave you alone, to make sure you'll be fine." He took out a food container and handed it to Klara. "Made you blinis. Put them into the container so they won't get cold. Looked for juice everywhere but didn't find anything."

"I rarely ever drink them and whenever I do buy it I forget about it," Klara smirked. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

They stayed quiet for a moment, looking at each other.

"Hey, um," Klara started, "I didn't say anything stupid yesterday? Or did anything?"

"Nope. Unless you count you telling this one guy to fuck off or else you'll send a coworker of yours after him. The guy who got his Bijou all over your shirt."

"I said what."

"I doubt he remembers it so don't worry about it."

"Huh, okay. Well," she paused, "did I say anything to you?"

"Anything stupid? No."

"But something else."

"Yeah, you told me you want to kiss me all over my face so it would be covered in your fancy red lipstick," he smiled, "But nah, it wasn't stupid. I actually thought it was quite sweet."

"Oh my god..."

"Then you took my hand and tried to guide me to your couch. I told you you should drink some water first and went to get a glass of water, but you were already sleeping when I came back. Watched after you for a while and woke you up a few times, just in case. You weren't really pleased about that, so I guessed it means that you're actually sleeping. Can't remember when exactly did I go to sleep."

"Honestly, I do not remember that."

"That's okay! I think."

"Can't believe I said all that though. Or, well, I do believe, but- ugh. I didn't really mean to? Not like that, at least."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about? I might have worded it in the worst way possible but... I'm sure it shows my feelings somewhat clearly," Klara said quietly, "Worded is a strong word, frankly, I'd rather call that 'unfiltered thoughts'. Unfiltered because I doubt I would've said anything while I'm actually controlling what I say."

"Hm, why?"

"Because I've had a few relationships and most have been...bad. After the last one I actually promised myself I would never date again. Then you appeared and I started thinking, 'what have I done, why do I have these feelings again,' that sort of thing. Though I must admit it feels different now than before. But..." she paused for a moment, "I mostly feel afraid of ruining our friendship."

Tobias walked closer and gently held her hands. "Would anything change if I said that my feelings are mutual?"

Klara nodded, leaning closer.

"We could always try it out, if you want. And if it won't work out, then we could go back to being friends."

"And if it does work out?"

Tobias smiled. "God, I hope it will."

#my art #my writing #my ocs #oc: tobias #oc: klara #oc art #oc x oc #i have been rotating this scene in my mind for MONTHS and i have finally put it together. hi.

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outisgivingpac · 2 years

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What is your hidden quality?

Hello everyone,

So glad to be back! I wasn’t be able to take care of this blog after my first PAC since real life commitment was keeping me busy. It’s my pleasure to deliver another PAC today, though I feel like it goes all over the place…. Still I hope you all enjoy it and would love to read your feedbacks

Note: In this PAC, we will dig in a hidden quality that you might not recognize about yourself yet, and also investigate why it remains hidden thus far. After that comes an advice on what you’re invited to do to shine in your own power. To get started, please choose a picture you feel most drawn to:

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3

Pile 1: 10 of Cups, The World, 2 of Wands

For Pile 1, you might not realize you have it within you to make your dream come true – the dream that always seems so much bigger than yourself. If you ever tried to neglect and deny yourself of it, this possibility of happiness will always find its way back to your heart, making you ask so many “what if” when your mind is free to wander. As mentioned before, you can’t find yourself making your dream a reality for various reasons: maybe there’s no solid ground for you to walk on, nor a safe net to catch your fall; maybe you think it’s too late/too early to pursuit it; some of you might even think you don’t deserve it, and wish it for someone else you deem worthy. Another specific message with The World card is, some of you hesitate on moving towards a new goal because you already have something good going on. It’s something you invested a lot of time and energy in to see it come to full fruition, you’re happy with the results and people around you are happy too, so why stepping out now for something else? You might feel almost guilty and greedy for wanting more, fearing how it will confuse your circle of friends and family if you call the shots. While the decision is in your hand at the end of the day, 2 of Wands invites you to take time and investigate your dream and goal in both its mundane and fascinating aspects. Is it that impossible? What are the steps you can take to move towards it? Explore your options and support systems, the chances are more abundant around you that you might assume.

Pile 2: 9 of Wands rx, 7 of Swords rx, 10 of Wands rx

For people of pile 2, it seems you can’t find within you the heart to let your guard down and trust that life will bring good things your way. You’ve been through rocky situations so many times in the past, you have learned to harden and kill the hope and expectation prematurely to shield yourself from hurt and disappointment. You learned independence and self-sufficency, everything you have you earned with sweat and tear, or how I prefer to say, fangs and claws. On the surface, the plan seems to work well enough for you, as you’re extremly reliable and well studied in what you do; believe it or not, there’re people who look up to you and are grateful for that. However, the heart that knows hope, that dreams and desires a safe nest to lean on is still there for whenever you want to pick it up. It might sound to corny to ask you to open your heart, but it must come to your awareness what a toll it will take on your physical and mental health. Surely, you can go through things alone faster and makes sure it goes your way, or even at the good will that other will be spared of the hardship. But ask yourself and answer honest, are you happy continue like this and how long can you keep on going. With 10 of Wands in reversed, you’re invited to take break and reconsider the priority of your responsibilities. Is there a weight that is not meant for you to carry? And if your hands are tied while you did the best you could. can you allow yourself to trust your support system and/or the circumstance to shift themselves in your favor?

Pile 3: Judgement, Queen of Wands, Queen of Pentacles rx

For people who picked this pile, you might not know you’re capable of seeing beyond the veil of your bubble, the day to day life. With that comes the understanding of the interpersonal relationships, and the chain of consequences that lead you to where you are today. Especially if someone or some circumstances wronged and hurt you in the past that more or less changed how you approach life. In this case you might not believe you have the heart for acceptance and forgiveness, to judge what happened as it is and put off the grudge for the past and heavy defense for the future. Regarding the Queen of Wands, you might be convinced that you’ve always made the best, albeit tough choices, prioritizing your own self-sufficiency, and numbing yourself from seeing the core of your problems. You make the impression of leading a perfect life and socially you’re admired by many people, but only you know what it costed to maintain that image. The Queen of Pentacles in reversed invites you to treat yourself with more compassion and kindness, to nuture your body as much as your mind. She also asks you to slow down in your daily tasks and let certain events to take its sweet time. The time when you apparently “do nothing” will be the gift for your soul to realize the lesson of the Judgement card.

#tarot #tarot community #pac #pick a card #pick a card reading

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idekforfun · 1 year

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Comfort ... JJk

Summary: After scoring an invite to JHope's album release party, Yazmine isn't expecting anything more than to stick to the sidelines and enjoy the free drinks and music. Little did she know what her ever growing relationship with the rapper would lead her to.

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x OC

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Word count: 2.7k

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The only thing I am able to think of as my eyes scatter across the room of popular faces is "the amount of talent in this room is enough to swallow me whole". I’m overwhelmed with anxiety and I can't seem to remember how I was ever able to suppress it. I'm finding it increasingly hard to hide behind my extrovert persona, the one that is a lie, a huge lie in fact.

I realized I had been lost in my head when the sound of loud clapping brought me back to the real world. I barely catch the very end of Hoseok's speech, something along the lines of "Thank you for supporting me", and "enjoy the food and music" then he gives a bow and walks down the stairs where he is immediately pulled into conversation. Oh, I can't even imagine the anxiety he must be feeling. I could simply stick to a corner and hide in the shadows, whereas he has to socialize with everyone out of obligation.

Socializing. For some reason I forgot that I'd have to do that. I've been able to avoid it thus-far having arrived minutes before the actual album started playing. Now, everywhere I looked someone was talking to someone else. I realized I couldn't just stand here alone forever. I examine the room for someone I know, even better someone I have interviewed because I'll take any familiarity I can at this point. This whole ordeal is making me question my job because how am I able to meet celebrities on the daily, and here I am stressing about having to socialize at a party.

I was too in my head again, so I didn't realize someone had been calling my name until I felt a few taps on my shoulder. When I turn around, I was met with no other than Jessi, thank god. We have met on more than one occasion, and she has a weird ability of making people extremely comfortable, something I am immensely thankful for right now.

"Yaz!" She pulls me into a hug. It actually does well to soothe me. "I didn't know you were coming."

"I didn't know either," I pulled back from the hug with a gentle smile. "Actually, I was kind of surprised."

"Why, are you and J-hope not close?" she questioned.

"I mean, I had him on the show and we got on really well. We've also messaged a lot, too." I know I sound hesitant speaking, as if I'm not sure of the words I am saying. It is kind of hard to believe that Hoseok would want a friendship with me of all people, let alone be close.

"Oh, he definitely adores you, we even talked about you once," she has a sparkle in her eye as she talks and for some reason, I feel obliged to believe her. "Also, he was one of the best episodes on your show by far."

She is right about that. It has been my most viewed interview by a pretty wide margin. Part of me knows it’s due to the fact that he is J-hope of BTS, obviously, but it was also such a good video. All my interviews follow a simple formula. I bring the guest on and we engage in whatever activity they enjoy, in Hoseok’s case dancing. It brings a different level of intimacy that you can’t get from simply sitting across from one another and reading questions from a card. The conversation always flows naturally, and it’s all so genuine. On top of that, even I can admit that Hoseok and I just clicked. Our personalities complimented each other well. So much that we even continued to develop our relationship through messaging, and now I am attending his album release party which is a very important step in his solo career. Maybe we are closer than I allowed myself to believe.

“Yeah, it was pretty great actually.” I could see her eyes light up at my slight self-indulgence. Maybe I should give myself more credit.

We both turn our heads at the call of Jessi’s name from across the room. She gives me another smile and hug and tells me that she’ll find me later. I am left alone again but it’s not as bad as before. The anxiety has decreased significantly, which made my apparent hunger more noticeable. Hoseok did say to enjoy the food so I might as well. The snack table was filled with delicious finger food. As I was reaching my hand to grab a bite of some expensive looking cheese on a toothpick someone called my name. I turned around to find none other than Hoseok’s bright smile.

“So, I see you made it!” He pulled me into a hug. Not the ‘barely touch you because this is a little uncomfortable hug”, but a “I feel like we’ve known each other for years hug’.

“Hoseok, you’re incredible. The album is amazing, the release party is amazing, your outfit is amazing!” We pulled away from the hug and I could see a feint blush on his cheeks hidden well in the dimly lit room. “I’m serious, you may be the coolest person I know.”

“Yahhh, you’re boosting my ego too much.” He said while smiling shyly.

“You also may be the humblest person I know so I actually don’t think that is possible.” He smiled at me again and I swear I saw a glimpse of the actual sun in him.

“Do you know anyone here?”

“A few people, mostly through the grapevine.” He could sense my hesitancy right away, I could tell.

“Come, I’ll introduce you to my friends.” He said as he gestured to the general direction behind him where his so-called friends were. Knowing him, his friends could be some ultra-famous idols that have better things to do than interacting with me. I could slowly feel the anxiety creep back up my spine, and my heartbeat slowly increased.

“I don’t really want to be a bother,” he looked down at me with squinted eyes and a tilted head. “I promise it’s okay, I like being alone and these appetizers are calling my name.”

He chuckled at me in disbelief, as if that was an insane thing to say in a room full of celebrities. I guess you could say a part of me is forgetting that they are just normal people too, so I shouldn’t be feeling this intimidated by them. At the same time, I’ve seen celebrities get starstruck over other celebrities, so they really aren’t just normal people and I am going to tell myself that my feelings are valid.

“C’mon, you’re never a bother. You’re my friend and I want my friends to meet you” he said reassuringly. I guess that answers my earlier internal debate. After 2 seconds of contemplation, I let myself believe him, and I signaled for him to lead the way. He lit up and tugged on my wrist so I could follow him.

I don’t know who I was expecting him to introduce me to, but for some reason his members stupidly did not come to mind. Three of the seven members of BTS were sitting on the stage together, and their heads all turned to Hoseok and I as we approached them. Despite all my inner turmoil, I take pride in my ability to pretend that I am confident and unfazed by everything. That is how I’ve done so well in my career while dealing with anxiety, but as the three idols studied us as we approached them, I could tell that mainting my persona would be more difficult than usual. I know them of course, because who doesn’t these days, but seeing them in person simply beats videos and pictures. They really were beautiful men.

“Yazmine this is Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. Guys this is Yazmine.” Hoseok introduced while gesturing to each of them.

“Hi guys its so great to meet you.” I said with a smile. Jungkook and Taehyung who were sitting raised themselves up to give me a bow as well as Jimin who was already standing as I shook my hands at them. “Oh! there’s no need for that we can be casual.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit,” Jimin said with a smile. “After all these years it feels kind of strange not to be formal.”

“That’s how I feel except opposite. Getting used to being formal was a challenge and I sometimes still forget the strict customs.” I explained.

“Sorry if this comes across as rude but you’re not Korean? You’re Korean is really good!” Taehyung questioned.

“It’s not rude at all! I am half Korean from my mom and my dad is middle eastern,” as I was explaining, someone summoned Hoseok over to them and he gave my arm a firm squeeze in parting as he nodded to his members insinuating his departure. “I was raised in the US till age 12 and I’ve been back and forth since then.” I explained as they nodded in understanding. It was endearing how intently they were listening to me, and for some reason I felt oddly at ease with the three. My eyes wandered over to Jungkook’s as I finished my explanation, and as they met he quicky looked away.

“Your interview with Hobi Hyung was amazing by the way,” Jimin said. In the moment I don’t think I even processed that Park Jimin watches my show, I’d have to do that later. “The idea is so new and exciting. I hope that you’ll invite me once I start my solo schedule.” There was a sly smirk on his face. I wondered if it would be inappropriate to tell him I would probably jump off a bus if he asked me to, but I decided to keep that to myself in the end.

“I’ll see what I could do.” I joked back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone new approaching us and I turned my head to find Seokjin. I was now surrounded by four members of the group and I am surprised I’ve held my composure for this long.

“Hello,” he says timidly with a subtle bow. “Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say bye to these three. I’m Jin.”

Just when I thought these men couldn’t get any better, he introduces himself as if I wouldn’t already know who he is. I gave a bow back and smiled at his humility, “I’m Yazmine, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Hey Jungkook, this must be exciting for you.” At the mention of the youngest members name, I turned to look at him and caught his wide eyes and small headshake towards Jin that I was clearly not meant to see as his eyes shifted to me. “He loves your videos. One time he made me watch three episodes of your trying new things series.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook cried out. Obviously I was not supposed to be filled in on this information, but my heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster at this new discovery.

“Oh, did he now?” I questioned with a smirk. Jungkook’s face twinged a subtle pink that was barely noticeable in the dimly lit room, but noticeable, nonetheless.

“Oh yeah, Jungkookie is always sending us clips from your videos,” Jimin teased. Taehyung started nodding his head enthusiastically and decided he also wanted to join in on teasing the youngest.

“You should have seen his reaction when he found out Hobi Hyung was making an appearance, he was so jeal-”

“Okay that’s enough.” Jungkook interrupted with an annoyed expression. Despite how much I was enjoying this, I also felt a little bad for him, and I’m sure he’s been at the center of their teasing all these years.

“Well, I really appreciate the support, and it means a lot coming from you especially.” I reassured him. He gave me a shy small in return.

“Well it was nice to meet you Yazmine, I am sure we’ll run into each other again,” Jin said with a warm smile. “Before I leave Hobi wants a picture with all of us.” He said while gesturing to the other members. They all nodded in agreement.

As they all turned to follow Jin, Jimin turned to me and nudged my arm with his. “Don’t go too far, we’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll be here.” I reassured. I definitely wasn’t comfortable enough to talk with anyone else here, and their welcoming energy was definitely more than enough for me. Jimin and Taehyung followed Jin, while I noticed Jungkook lingering a bit. I could tell he had something on his mind that he wanted to say.

“Isn’t it a bit early for Jin to be leaving?” I questioned. This was my best attempt at making him comfortable enough to tell me what was on his mind.

“This isn’t really Jin Hyungs scene, he doesn’t really know many people and he gets nervous meeting them too.” Jungkook explained. I almost did not catch the end of what he was saying because I was too distracted by his eyes. They really do sparkle just like everyone says.

“Wow, if that’s how Jin feels then I really am hopeless.” I said in shock. If a literal bts member was having trouble socializing, I was doomed.

“Not completely hopeless, you have us now.” He said with the most endearing smile I have ever seen. There was also something about how he said “You have us now”, as if he was insinuating that I would be in their lives longer than just a casual conversation at a party. I know it’s probably my delusion speaking, but it’s a nice thought to comfort me. “By the way I really do enjoy your videos a lot. I guess it’s kinda embarrassingly obvious now that I am a fan.” He said with a little more confidence while referring to the teasing from his Hyungs.

“If it makes you feel better, I have 3 older brothers, so I know how it feels. Also, I am slightly embarrassed because of how many stupid things you’ve probably seen me do. It’s actually all coming back now.” I laughed. I started internally second guessing every decision I made for my videos because Jeon fucking Jungkook watches them, and I pray that he has not seen the bird calling video.

“What, like the bird calling video?” He says with a chuckle. This is not happening right now.

“I am actually going to ignore what you just said for mental health reasons.” He lets out a boyish laugh at that and I swear I’ve never heard something more adorable in my life. I would honestly embarrass myself 100 times over if it meant that I could make him laugh.

We both turn our heads at the call of his name and see the members waving him over for the pictures.

“I’m sorry I don’t want to leave you alone…” He says hesitantly.

“No, don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ll just be here trying not to embarrass myself.”

“I won’t take long so we can be embarrassing together.” He said in a teasing tone. My eyes couldn’t help but widen. I’m either crazy, or he just flirted with me. I could hear his giggle as he turned to walk away while I stood there stunned. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy as I watched him join the others. Seeing them interact with each other was so special. They looked so happy and comfortable. It was hard not to be slightly envious of their relationship. I can’t remember the last time I had a connection like that with someone, and I could tell it was rare. My eyes naturally wander over to Jungkook as he wrapped his arm around Hoseok. I could see his eyes glistening even from here with joy and contempt. His eyes meet mine and I find myself unable to look away even though I know I’ve been caught staring. His eyes crinkle at the corners as we look at each other, waiting to see who will break eye contact first. My gaze wanders across his nose and cheeks as my face heats up. I force my eyes to meet his one final time and I turn away with a light feeling looming over me.

#jungkook #bts idolverse #jeon jungguk #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #jungkookau #jungkook x oc #jungkook fluff #bts x oc #bts fluff #idol bts #idol!jungkook

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eponymous-rose · 11 months

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I was thinking about something that happened about ten years ago - I've talked about it here, but not for a while.

(tw: plane crash, death)

In college, I was close friends with a fellow student named Mike - we had all our classes together, we worked on every project together, we hung out at cafes and made big plans and drew comics in the margins of our notes to make each other laugh. He wanted nothing more than to be a pilot. The last time I saw him he and I and our group of friends were walking down some unused railroad tracks, knowing it was the end and we were all going our separate ways, excited and melancholy in equal measure.

I went off to grad school in 2010; he became a pilot. He flew supply runs in Antarctica, an absolute dream. He shared pictures of every flight he was on: spectacular vistas, impossibly remote places.

I moved to the U.S. in the fall of 2012 for my PhD. There I met some lovely people right off the bat; a somewhat intense woman who confessed to Facebook stalking me once she heard we were going to be in the same office, who introduced me to her awkward-but-sweet boyfriend, also in our graduate program, and promptly invited me to her birthday party to be held two weeks after meeting me. A quiet woman from Brazil who I uncharacteristically approached after class when I noticed she was looking a little down; we chatted and she confessed to feeling lost after moving so far from home, especially now that her husband had moved back. A cheerful woman with a bubbly personality who struck up a conversation with me as we walked between classes.

We realized our Brazilian classmate had never done a US-style pumpkin carving, so when Halloween rolled around I awkwardly invited everyone I'd met thus far to my apartment for just such an activity (where I met the bubbly woman's high school sweetheart, an entertainingly stoic contrast until we got to know each other better). I liked this group of friends, but I didn't know them particularly well, so when my birthday rolled around in January of 2013, I was a little hesitant when they announced they'd throw me a party, but I was cautiously looking forward to it.

Then I got word that a plane Mike was on had crashed in Antarctica.

At first, the news came through piecemeal - he might not have been on the plane, he was on the plane but they were pretty sure it had just made an emergency landing and due to weather they couldn't confirm, but then it was several days in a row of rescue missions being called off again and again due to dangerous weather. In the end, around midnight on my birthday while I was nervously messaging one of our mutual friends and refreshing the news pages, it was confirmed that the plane had been spotted and the crash was not survivable; not even his body could be recovered. I had to convey the news to my friend via text.

It was really devastating as my first (sadly not last) real experience with a death like that, inconceivable and impossible to prepare for and with so little closure. And then I got a message from my group of new friends - they knew what had happened and were okay with calling off the planned party that day, but if I was up for it, they wanted to see me and get me something good to eat and distract me for a few hours.

In spite of the voice inside that told me to wallow, I went. And - I tear up just thinking about it - laid out on the table at my friend's apartment was my name spelled out in cupcakes, with a little Canadian flag in a vase, and it was so cheesy and sweet and heartfelt that I couldn't help but be charmed, distracted from misery. We had a great evening! We ate great food and chatted long into the night.

And for that, and for so many other things, all of their names are engraved on the walls of my heart. I don't mean to make it sound transactional - they did this for me, I would do anything for them, that kind of thing. It's unconditional, it's a realization that near-strangers did something fundamentally kind and I have in turn been given the incredible gift, again and again, to do kind things for them in turn.

I've since been unfathomably lucky to have found another group of friends, the (in)famous Movie Night Crew, who similarly rescued me three years ago when Mom died and Hector died, and that's a story I can't tell yet because it still hurts. But I'm incredibly lucky. I just am.

That group of friends who sat around the table of cupcakes with me after Mike died are still very dear to me, and I'm leaving on Friday to attend one of their weddings (with the exception of the Brazilian woman who is on the other side of the planet being incredible, all the others will be there, including the bubbly woman and her stoic high school sweetheart, now married and part of my weekly D&D game!). As a shy and awkward kid, all I ever wanted was to be a good friend. To have been given these riches of opportunities to learn to be just that... I can't fathom how I got so lucky.

Sappy? Sure. But I hope everyone reading this gets a chance to find that kind of love. It radiates.

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ta-ns · 1 year

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Barou Shoei angst x reader🌸

Author here this isn’t part two from last time cause I suddenly felt like hurting myself with angst so hehe 🎀

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Barou Shoei better known as “King” on the field is cocky for sure. This never bothered you too much as he usually tones it down off the field. You’ve always hated cocky guys that thought everything revolves around him but Barou made it work for him. He made it so attractive and maybe that’s where you messed up. Things were going swimmingly in your relationship together. Sho as you like to call him is almost perfect. He’s always ready for your girly issues having two sisters himself. Blasting your music while cleaning together is a ritual that you both enjoy. He did things usually without you asking, it was smooth sailing. That is until he started becoming more distant. He was there less and less. Barou has always taken his career very seriously and you didn’t mind him being away for times while competing. Sure you missed him a whole bunch when he would compete but you know that it’s important so you just do your best to support him from home. But now it just seems as if he is going out of his way or at least more so than he usually did before and thus was at home or with you less. It all started to go downhill on a random rainy day. The night before after you guys had just made love, his big rough hands gently cupped your cheek. He stroked it so softly and tenderly with his thumb before pressing his lips lovingly against yours. “Y/n tomorrow let’s go out to eat. I haven’t shown you off recently so let’s fix that hmm?” He grumbled into your lips. You nodded happily as you caressed his hair,”mmm let’s do that Sho!” You sighed happily.

The next day comes and as such you wake up giddy to go on a date with your lover. You dress up to the nines your dress hugging and accentuating your curves so beautifully. Your heels and elegant jewelry ties the whole outfit together. You look at the message Sho had sent telling you he sent an Uber outside to pick you up so he could meet you there. The ride flies by and you find yourself in front of a fabulous restaurant with twinkling lights and a grandeur ambiance. You walk up to the receptionist and tell them the name under the reservation and are promptly shown to your private booth. Butterflies are soaring in your belly as you eagerly wait for your esteemed lover to make his appearance. “Good evening ma’am what can I get you to drink today?” chirps the waitress. “Hello I’m waiting for someone right now is it all right if you come back in a bit?” You reply with a smile. “Sure thing ma’am I’ll be back in a bit then!” She smiles before walking off. Time passes and you find yourself drifting into your daydreams without realizing it. You’re jarred out of said thoughts by the waitress once again.” Is everything okay here ma’am? Ready for your drinks?” She inquires. You pause before checking your watch and see that close to an hour has passed,” Sure, I’ll have a pink lemonade.” You return. She brings the lemonade swiftly and just as swiftly leaves you once again with your thoughts. The tiktok of the grand clock ringing surprises you out of your stupor. You look up to the sound of footsteps with anticipation only to find the waitress coming towards you,”My apologies ma’am I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been here for a bit…can I bring you any appetizers while you wait?” She questions with concern. You discreetly check your watch and are astonished to see it’s been a little more than two hours. “No thank you instead I’ll have the special of the evening.” You reply and carefully tack on a smile even though inside you were anything but happy. The waitress runs off and promptly returns with your food to which you begin eating and polish off your plate. Suddenly an ice cream is placed in front of you as the waitress clears her throat before whispering,” The ice cream is on the house ma’am…I hope this doesn’t cause you any offense I just hope a pretty lady like you is okay.” At that you find yourself blinking back tears before clearing your own throat in an attempt to rein in your emotions. “Thank you… I appreciate it but I’ll pay for the ice cream and take the check.” You smile warmly at her.

You step out into the cold of the night. You reach out a hand and feel a slight drizzle beginning and bite your lip to hold back the tears threatening to fall from your lashes as you order an Uber. When you get to his house where you’ve mostly been staying at due to Barou’s suggestion to find it still dark. The house is empty upon your arrival. How could he stand you up like that you ponder as you feel your throat constricting. You decide to take a shower to wash it all off and hope he’s okay. After showering you reach for your phone and message him once again asking if he’s okay. As soon as you put it down it chimes and you immediately pick it back up. It’s Barou saying something came up and he’s staying at a hotel. You feel your chest getting tight but decide to hold off on any assumptions before you get a chance to speak with him.

You crawl into bed and after crying in the shower sleep soon overtakes you. You feel the bed dip and wake up to Barou putting his things on the bed. “Sho?” You question, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Who else would it be?” He answers gruffly before continuing with what he was doing. “Sho you do realize you stood me up yesterday right?” You blurt out. “Yeah about that something just came up and I didn’t wanna drive back home.” He replies briskly before abruptly walking out of the room. “Oh and I’m going out right now, I have practice soon,” he grumbles out before kissing you swiftly on the lips and leaving the house. You’re left shocked at what just transpired but put it off as you get ready for work. After working you decide to let it go for now.

Unfortunately this situation happens once again and yet he has the perfect excuse for it that you would sound like an idiot for not accepting it. You know how they say third times the charm? Well apparently it’s also for sad things as well. Barou has once again stood you up only this time it’s unforgivable. There you are in your newly acquired lingerie sitting amongst a heart of rose petals. The candles flicker against your figure and you hear your heart shatter. Any hope that you were holding for Barou is gone. You grab your phone and jump onto Instagram and the first thing you see is Reo Mikages post where they are at a club and there is Barou without a care in the world. While your world just broke. You gingerly stand up and quickly sit down to rub some life back into your legs. The tears come at that moment and don’t stop. The tears blur your vision and your nose feels like it’s congesting. You’re body shakes with your sobs as you angrily clean up the flowers. You turn off all the candles and chuck them into the trash. You’re done with it all you think to yourself feeling so small and pathetic. You remember the promise you made to yourself after seeing many of your loved ones be heartbroken in love to not let yourself be treated any less than you deserve. Determined to keep your promise to yourself you take all of your things and pack them neatly into the boxes which you place at the front. You even clean every nook n cranny of the home that you thought would become yours.

You shove all of your things into your car and hurriedly drive to your home where you take all of your things inside. You quickly change into a cute and chic outfit before phoning Barou. “Where are you?” You question trying not to let your voice waver. “Why?” He answers sharply. “It’s important please.” You retort trying to be just as brusque as he was. “I’m on my way home.” He replies before hanging up. You drive back to his home trying to muster up all your courage and put the bravest face you can manage with your broken heart. You enter the door and find Barou busying himself getting ready for bed. “Barou Shoei,” it takes your all not to cry as you’re so angry and hurt ,” I’m breaking up with you. We’re done I don’t want to hear from you again.” With that you spin on your heel as you try to run before any tears can fall. You’re forced to stop as Barou grabs your wrist to spin you towards him.

“What the in the world where are you going? Where is that coming from?” He spits out his eyes dark with anger. At that you feel your sadness disappear momentarily to be replaced with astonishment and anger. “Sho you can’t expect me to keep sticking around when you show no respect for me lately or respect for my time! Are you stupid? How could you treat me the way you did and expect me to stay?? If you don’t respect me then this relationship is nothing! Do you know what today was?!” You state your voice cold and dripping with hostility. Barou’s face drops when he realizes,” Y/n no I’m sorry… I completely forgot…” You feel your resolve shaking as you peer into his face which is twisted with emotions. That is until he opens his mouth again. “I made a small mistake that doesn’t mean you can leave. No one else can take better care of you than I can. You’d be no one without me.” You didn’t think it was possible to be in any more pain but were obviously proven wrong. You cut him off with a slap. The sound echos into the chilly air. The tears you fought so hard to keep at bay drip silently down your checks. “Don’t you ever come near me you prick…” You rush out of the door leaving behind a shocked Barou. Only until you’re driving away does he look around him. What he sees is nothing. Nothing because everywhere where there used to be something of yours is empty. All evidence of your existence here is gone. The place is impeccable and shiny. The house is quiet. As he turns around and around he realizes just how far he had fallen. The music that you would have either softly playing in the background or blaring was gone. It was eerie. At that he crumpled to the floor and for the first time since he was a baby he felt a single tear drip down his cheek.

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I might make a like redemption ark if I feel like it lol be safe everyone! 🎀

#Spotify #blue lock #angst #anime #anime and manga #blue lock barou #barou shoei x reader #barou x y/n #barou shouei #barou headcanons #reo mikage #blue lock reo

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ladyinred2248 · 1 month

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The Offering, Finan x Luna, Part 8

Warnings: Mature. Minors DNI.

Summary: The crew heads to Hunstanestun to retrieve Skade. Setting is Season 3, Ep. 7.

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Nightmares stirred Finan awake frequently that night. There were many times that he would wake in a panicked state, cursing the hour until he was wide awake at dawn. Luna slept soundly beside him, alternating sides comfortably as he stirred, and he didn’t wish to wake her with his troubles. Finan regretted the darkness that engulfed him in regards to his worries for her and his desire to seek control over a situation, perhaps a future that had no measurable outcome. He had struggled with this concept so often in his life. He wished that Sihtric was there to confide in, and wondered if Luna would be happier to join her brother after all.

Just after dawn, Finan left their bed and put wood in the fire at the hearth as the chamber had begun to grow cold. He sat on the ground near it, contemplating, and fought back tears as he rubbed his eyes.

He heard rustling in the next room until he heard Luna speak.

“Finan… what’s wrong?” She asked with a worried look as she came closer.

He rubbed his eyes and then the side of his face as he looked up to her, forcing a smile. “I’m okay, love.” He replied.

“You are not…” she said as she sat down next to him. “What is it?”

Finan paused for a moment and looked up at her. “I’m not proud of my actions last night. I do not seek to control you. I want ya to be happy.” Finan replied.

Luna paused for a moment before she spoke.

“Were you not pleased with our first argument, Lord?” she said teasingly with a smirk as she cupped his cheek, “Your life thus far has left you with scars. I can understand that. You only have good intentions. You just have to trust that I can follow Uhtred as you do and hold my own. I was raised as a warrior, as you were.”

Finan nodded. “Yes. It’s just… I have never felt this way about anyone before. It’s… very frightening.” Finan replied softly, looking exhausted.

“It is,” she replied as she grabbed his hand, bending her head down to kiss his palm.

“I’ve seen you fight, and you are a relentless warrior,” Finan started, “ I just don’t want to lose you…I wouldna survive. I want to have a family.”

“…Everything will be alright, I promise. I will not fail you, Lord, in either regard.” Luna smiled. “You should try to get some more rest. We leave Saltwic soon.”

Finan nodded and returned to the bedchamber to rest, while Luna packed up their things for the journey ahead. Uhtred’s plan was to retrieve Skade from the Dane’s camp at Hunstanestun, return to Coccham to see his children, and then meet Thyra and Beocca in Winchester so he could gain a vile of Thyra’s blood to avenge his brother Ragnar and send him to Valhalla. Uhtred had agreed to let Beocca marry Finan and Luna upon their arrival. Later that morning, Uhtred, Finan, and Luna prepared the horses for the journey.

“Why warn the Danes that we’re comin’?” Finan asked Uhtred as they walked together, referring to the hostage that had been allowed to live and send a message to the Danes.

“Who asks? The men or Finan?” Uhtred replied.

“Well, I’m askin but the men would like to know.” Finan answered.

“To give them worry. They know that I am coming but they do not know when. It will give them sleepless nights, and when they do sleep, I want them to dream of a cold, cold hell.” Uhtred said as they grabbed their bags.

“Hell is a place of fire, Lord.” Osferth said as he caught up with them.

“Uhhh, what are ya doin?” Finan asked Osferth.

“Did you believe you were leaving without me? Not a chance.” Osferth replied with a smirk and then walked toward the horses.

Luna joined Finan and Osferth as Uhtred said goodbye to Aethelflaed.

“I have a surprise for ya,” Finan said as she came closer.

“Hm?” She hummed as Finan walked a horse over to her, a young beast with a gentle temperament.

Luna grinned as she pet the horse’s head, reeling with excitement. “My gods, he is beautiful! Finan... thank you.” She said as she embraced him in a tight hug, knowing it was his way of saying he trusted her to hold her own for this journey.

Uhtred smiled at Luna as she caught his eye.

“Are you ready, lady?” He asked with a wink at her.

Luna nodded with a smile, then mounted her horse and the others followed suit. They left Saltwic at an eager speed.

Offa had returned to the Dane’s camp to relay Uhtred’s message, and was subsequently killed in a fit of rage by Bloodhair while Haestan and Bloodhair bickered, tempting a fight between the two.

As the crew made their way to Hunstanestun, they came across a village that looked to be faring quite well.

“I’m noticin’ this village is different to the others we’ve passed,” Finan mentioned as they rode up to the gates.

“It prospers.” Osferth replied.

“In the heart of Danelaw, it prospers.” Finan suggested.

Uhtred chuckled. “I have a thirst, my friends.”

As they came into the village, Finan made remarks of the village people being fat and Luna chuckled softly and nodded in agreement.

The thegn of the surrounding area, Guthlac, questioned them suspiciously as they approached an alehouse.

“What is it you want?” Guthlac chided.

“Food and ale,” Uhtred suggested, “A place to sleep, rest a while. And I would hope that our beds would be warmer than your welcome.”

“No swords. Leave your weapons with your horses. My doors will be open to you.” Guthlac responded.

“I will not give you my sword. But you have my word. We’re here for food, ale, and rest, nothing else.” Uhtred replied, eyeing Guthlac.

“Very well, but be warned, we don’t take kindly to..”

“Strangers with swords?” Osferth interrupted.

“Yes, that.” Guthlac responded sternly, then walked away.

“And now he will send a messenger to the Danes, which could be to our advantage.” Uhtred said with a smirk.

As the crew got settled at the Alehouse, Haestan and Bloodhair had made the square. Skade entranced Bloodhair, making him disoriented just before he could strike Haestan. Sihtric watched the duel, glancing to Skade in suspicion as Bloodhair faltered. Skade then assisted Haestan in killing him as the crowd watched. “She is poison to all men...” Sihtric muttered, his mind wandering to Uhtred and the others.

As they all sat at a table eating and drinking, Uhtred turned his attention to Luna. He watched as she chatted with the men, seemingly laid back amongst the circumstances. He had yet to see her in action, but something in his mind knew that she would not falter when the time came.

As conversation ensued, Osferth had stood up from the table and walked over to the window.

“I had more fun at the burying of my father,” Finan told Uhtred during conversation of previous escapades.

“You knew your father?” Uhtred asked, Luna looking over to Finan and then to Uhtred.

“I knew his fist.” Finan replied as he took a drink, Uhtred raising an eyebrow. Luna’s chest sank at the statement, and then wondered just how much Uhtred did know of Finan’s past. She had not even realized that Finan’s father was in fact dead. She sat there contemplating for a moment, wondering at the many details that Finan had yet to share. He had only told her the story of how he ended up on the slave ship. She hoped that in time he would continue to confide in her.

“They are here, Lord.” Osferth said as he saw Guthlac and his men surrounding the Alehouse, seeking to entrap Uhtred and the men for the Danes.

“I see you watching! Tell our visitor Uhtred he is surrounded!” Guthlac shouted at Osferth.

“Men with weapons, Lord. Some with bows.” Osferth said to Uhtred as he approached him.

“He has sent his messenger and now he plans to keep us here.” Uhtred said to Finan.

“Inside an Alehouse? I can think of worse places.” Finan said to Uhtred with a smile as Uhtred chuckled, Luna admiring Finan from across the table, a smirk coming across her lips.

“Guthlac belongs to the Danes. They will hear we are trapped and they will ride to kill us all…. Which is good, that means there will be less men at their camp, we are a distraction.” Uhtred said as he raised his voice to the men.

“And, we are surrounded.” Finan added.

“Watch that door,” Uhtred commanded a man in the back.

“Uhtred, I wish only to talk.” Guthlac said from the outside.

“Then talk!” Uhtred replied.

“I do not wish to fight,” Guthlac continued.

“That is a shame. Nothing finishes an evening in an Alehouse so well as a fight,” Uhtred said with a grin.

“Uh, Maybe a woman,” Finan suggested, Uhtred agreeing as Finan looked up at Luna and winked.

“You are outnumbered. There is no way out, and we have bows. You should yield. Yield and your men will live. They only want Uhtred.” Guthlac insisted.

“You’re a traitor, Guthlac,” Uhtred said as he stood from the table.

“You cannot escape! I say it again, we only want Uhtred!” Guthlac shouted.

“You’re all free men. Free to choose,” Uhtred said with a smirk, then looked at Luna. “As are you, lady.”

“We’re with you lord,” many of the men agreed. Luna jumped up from her seat, already reeling with the adrenaline that she craved.

Uhtred nodded and swiftly moved. “Bar the door,” he commanded Osferth. Luna’s heart skipped with excitement at Uhtred’s command.

Finan, Luna, and Osferth grabbed their weapons and stood by as Uhtred climbed the stairs, requesting an axe from Osferth as he searched for an escape route.

“What now, Lord?” Finan asked.

“Bring me fire!” Uhtred replied.

“He just loves burning things,” Finan told Osferth and Luna.

“He would love hell,” Osferth replied.

Luna and Finan grabbed torches from the walls as Uhtred cut an opening through the ceiling with the axe, then climbed through the opening and started throwing torches across the rooftops as Finan handed them to him.

“More,” Uhtred commanded Finan, “We shall burn the whole village if we must.”

The rooftops were set ablaze quickly as Guthlac and his men scrambled and village people panicked.

Uhtred and the others were then able to walk out of the Alehouse.

“Spare me, Lord. Spare me. The Danes made me comply. I had no choice!” Guthlac pleaded as they approached him, kneeling to Uhtred.

“Never forget!” Uhtred commanded as he stabbed Guthlac in the chest. “You serve the Lady of Mercia. First and last.”

Finan and Luna shared a glance and smirked at each other as they followed Uhtred and the others back to the horses.

“I see now, why you are loyal to him.” Luna said with a smile.

Finan nodded. “He is loyal to us as well.”

The crew continued on to Hunstanetun and arrived late the next morning. Luna had grown silent as they reached the outskirts of the camp, worrying for Sihtric and hoping they would not cross each other in combat if it came down to it. She was sad that he remained with the Danes, and hoped she would have the chance to reason with him… but this was not a realistic thought.

They got as close to the camp as possible, hiding in the trees as they observed and tried to formulate a plan.

“Once night falls…Even the king of shadow walkers would find no place here.” Osferth said.

“Shh, someone’s comin!” Finan whispered as they all ducked down, a dark figure approaching from the distance.

“It is Sihtric.” Osferth whispered as Uhtred stood.

Luna’s heart raced as she met Finan’s eye contact, Finan giving her a look of understanding.

Sihtric came around to face the men, sharing intense eye contact with Uhtred as he came closer.

“Do you have something to say to me, boy?” Uhtred asked.

“I do.” Sihtric started and then drew his sword, “Yield to me.”

Finan and Luna looked on in shock, frozen.

Uhtred put both of his hands up with wide eyes, dropping his dagger.

Osferth looked on in confusion.

Sihtric then staked his sword in the ground, walking to Uhtred as they laughed and embraced one another. Finan and Luna watched in awe and then looked at each other, Luna sighed in relief as she realized what was happening.

“You were playing us. My goodness, they were playing us, Finan! Why??” Osferth said as he hit Finan’s leg.

“If you had not believed it, Osferth nor would others.” Uhtred replied, chuckling.

“I fooled you.” Sihtric said as he walked up to Finan.

“No, I, I knew.” Finan stuttered with happiness.

“No you did not. Was I good?” Sihtric asked.

“A little,” Osferth replied.

“I’m tellin you, I knew it.” Finan chucked as he embraced Sihtric, both of them laughing.

Sihtric looked away and caught sight of Luna.

“You are here?!” He asked her, coming over to embrace her in a tight hug. “You brought my sister here, Irishman?!” He joked at Finan.

“She wouldna let me leave her,” Finan replied with a smirk. “I just hope it was all worth it.” Finan continued.

“I hope so too,” Sihtric replied.

“What do you know? We saw Cnut on the road.” Uhtred asked Sihtric.

“Only Haestan remains at the camp,” Sihtric started.

“What of Bloodhair?” Uhtred inquired.

“Dead. He fought with Haestan and was killed by Skade.” Sihtric replied.

“Good Jesus,” Finan muttered.

“She’s a witch like no other.” Sihtric continued.

“She knows I’m near?” Uhtred asked.

“Yes, and she knows of your promise to shadow walk. But, there are too many guards. She is allowed to collect grass and herbs by a tree for her spells.”

“A tree?” Uhtred inquired.

“It’s a single tree on the other side of the camp, you cannot miss it.” Sihtric smirked.

“Tell her I’m here and take her there tonight.” Uhtred said.

“And if she refuses? If Haestan prevents her?” Sihtric asked.

“She will not refuse and Haestan will not refuse her.” Uhtred replied confidently.

Sihtric and Uhtred chuckled at each other.

“You have never failed me, Sihtric. I will see you at the tree.” Uhtred told him and lovingly shoved him away.

Finan looked at Luna and chuckled. She glared at Uhtred.

“You allowed me to believe that he betrayed you,” she said to Uhtred lightly.

“It was necessary, Lady.” He smirked.

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