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smileysuh · 8 months ago

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dumb frat boy

🌙 starring. Lee Donghyuck x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “I’d ask what you want me to do to you, but I did some research last night, watched some of that Hentaid shit you were talking about. It’s a lot of bondage, isn’t it, Angel? A lot of… creampies. You’ve got a thing for being held down and filled, huh? I guess…” he lets out a small laugh, “I guess I’m a little shocked, seeing as you’re so sassy with me. Guess you just want someone to put you in your place. What is it you called Johnny? A good daddy dom? I might not always be a dom, but for you, I can make it work.”

tw/cw. yandere/stalker sub themes, ‘unknown’ caller, he’s horny, mentions of porn/masturbation, weed/alcohol use, unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), deep throating, face fucking, nipple pinching/nipple worship, fingering, dirty talk, praise, hyuck has a thick cock, cum/fullness kink, creampie, etc… I pet names: (hers) Angel (his) baby.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k

🍭 aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. We're back in the Ghostie au! I'm so happy to be able to put out a fic for Hyuck a year after the original story captivated so many of us <3

Prologue

“I’ve got the best idea ever,” Hyuck says the moment after he’s released his first breath from the bong.

Johnny lets out a sigh, leaning back in his recliner. “This better not be another themed wet tittie car wash fundraiser.”

“Excuse me, that idea was brilliant- pairing up with our sister sorority and being horny on cars while in costumes that somewhat resembled cars from the Disney movie Cars made us more cash for the Humane Society than we’ve ever raised, so dial it down on your tone there, Ghostie.”

The elder frat boy rolls his eyes at the nickname. When word got out about how he wooed his girlfriend last Halloween, the term ‘Ghostie’ ended up sticking, and Johnny’s never been able to let down the sexy stalker angle, even this year's pledges know about it.

“As I was saying,” Hyuck continues, “I figure I’ll take a page out of your book, and do some weird phone call thing to woo my Angel.”

“Oh, so you’re finally gonna admit your feelings to your best friend?” Johnny asks in shock, sitting up to take a better look at the younger frat boy.

“Yes, but after a week of toying with her,” Hyuck announces. “It will be fun. We all know she got her nickname Angel because she’s really more of a demon, she’s going to love this shit.”

“Well, I guess you know her better than I do,” Johnny muses. “So what’s the plan?”

“Basically, you took the best phone call stalker with Ghost Face, but I figure there are other options out there. Have you ever seen Black Christmas?”

“Like… the one from the seventies?” Johnny’s apprehension is clear in his features, and he reaches for the bong to take another hit.

“Yeah, the one where the dude calls the sorority and is a horny fuck on the phone.”

“Isn’t there some weird incest plot and jaundice thing in the second movie though?”

“No one watches the second movie! We don’t claim the way they butchered the story with that!” Hyuck exclaims, feeling agitated already.

“I feel like, if you called her, and did the whole Black Christmas thing, she wouldn’t know what the fuck movie you’re referencing.”

“They did a remake in 2019,” Hyuck insists.

“Did anyone actually watch it though?” Johnny’s an avid horror film lover, and if he hasn’t seen the remakes, it’s not looking good for you to be able to pick up the references, a thought that throws Hyuck off.

However, even though he’s been swayed, Hyuck won’t give up on this idea. “Look, think of it as a Love is Blind sort of thing- I can make her fall in love with me over the phone, and then when I reveal myself as her best friend, she’ll be all ‘woah, we’re soulmates!’”

Johnny looks as skeptical as ever. “Are you sure that’s the way this is going to go?”

Hyuck scrunches his nose up in distaste at the lack of support. “Yes.”

The elder frat boy takes in a deep breath, shaking his head. “If this is what you want to do, I won’t stop you. I just… I think your Angel would react better if you were just straight up with her. Maybe there’s a reason the two of you have never gone past the friend stage. I think the good thing about me doing this last year, was I was just acquaintances with Tiny, I made it clear off the bat that I just wanted to know her better. If she didn’t want me, then that would be fine. If you do this with Angel, and she finds out it’s you and doesn’t return your feelings, you’re going to ruin a friendship.”

Hyuck thinks about what Johnny’s just said as he watches the tall resident Ghostie take another bong hit. It’s true- In Hyuck’s heart of hearts, he knows that… there must be a reason the two of you have never hooked up, but it’s a reason he’s never been able to identify.

The cocky side of him refuses to believe it’s because you’re not attracted to him- there’s definitely sexual tension between the two of you, so it must be something else.

He’s so tired of toeing the line, especially since you’ve always been kindred, mischievous, horny little souls.

You were with Hyuck when he pranked Sigma Veta Tau last Christmas and put glitter on their ceiling fans. You were with Hyuck when he put a rotisserie chicken in Alpha Tappa Zeta’s air vents. In fact, you’ve been present at almost all of Hyuck’s master plan shenanigans.

There’s something going on between the two of you and he knows it.

Last year, when Johnny had pulled his little semi-stalker Ghostie stunt, Hyuck had noted that whoever was behind the anonymous calls had some balls to hit on a girl that way, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t live up to that.

“Listen,” Hyuck sighs. “This is between us. Angel is going to try to figure out who’s calling her, and I need you to keep your mouth shut, okay?”

“Fine,” Johnny agrees, shaking his head. “Hyuck, I love you, but sometimes I forget how much of a dumb frat boy you are.”

“You know what?” Hyuck grabs at the bong. “I’ll take that as a fucking compliment.”

Sunday

You’re in the middle of a much-needed nap. Curled up on your fuzzy blankets, your textbook long since discarded while your mood lighting twinkles through the space, it’s the most comfortable you’ve been all term. It’s late October, the nights come early, and you’re starting to not mind the cool air that seeps through the crack in your window.

It’s because you’re dead asleep, that when your phone rings, you don’t even check who’s calling. You simply bolt up, dazed and confused, reaching to pull your cell to your ear.

“Hello?”

At first, all you hear is breathing on the other end of the line, and you roll your eyes. You’re no stranger to dumb calls, spam calls, and the like- but then, “Angel?”

Well, this is definitely not a spam caller, they wouldn’t know your nickname if it was.

“Who’s this?” you ask, pulling your phone away from your ear to look down at your screen. It’s a ‘No Caller ID,’ and you let out another exasperated sound.

“A friend,” the person on the other end of the line tells you.

“A friend I don’t have in my contacts?” you scoff.

“Burner phone, baby.”

“And what would be the point of getting a burner phone just to call little ol’ me?” you sigh, relaxing against your pillows and pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“Why so serious, Angel?”

“Jeeze, dude, if you’re going to do the whole creepy caller before Halloween cliche, at least stick to your character.” You can’t believe he’s quoting Health Ledger’s Joker at you now. “Who are you even trying to be? Ghost Face is so last Halloween, we all know Johnny knocked that shit out of the park. A copycat sequel is just… early 2000’s.”

“Okay, let me drop character for just a second,” the man on the other end of the line sighs, and you giggle at how his voice modulator emphasizes his own exasperation. “Think, horny telephone guy.”

“I wouldn’t call Ghost Face particularly horny, he was just a nerd.”

“I’m not Ghost Face!” he insists. “Scream came out in the mid-nineties, think earlier than that.”

“What, am I supposed to be some kind of horror movie expert?” you scoff.

“Fine, I’ll just tell you,” the guy sighs. “Have you seen Black Christmas?”

“Never even heard of it.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “Well, don’t go watch it, it has some cult following but it’s not even one of my favourites- the reason I chose the dude from that movie is because he’s a horny little fuck and calls a sorority house and some shit- and also, don’t look up the second movie, I don’t claim the sequel.”

“Wow, I love that you chose a character based purely on horniness and not if the movie is even good,” you giggle.

“Well, Johnny took the best slasher caller! What was I supposed to do? Go all ghost child from The Black Phone movie?”

“What’s The Black Phone movie?”

“Ethan Hawke? Horror veteran, who plays the hero author in Sinister, turned bad guy in the 2021 film by the same director?”

You let out a whistle. “TBH, dude, it sucks Johnny got to Ghostie first last year, because I’d bet money you know more about horror movies than he does.”

“I one hundred percent do!”

“Okay, so back to the point,” you laugh. “You’re calling me as this horny dude from some Halloween Christmas movie- for what?”

“To talk to you?” he suggests. “To uh… be horny… at you?”

“And what does this accomplish? I mean- we all know Johnny’s Ghostie story from last year, he called a girl every day, told her to come to his frat party, and revealed himself there. Is that your game plan?”

“I was thinking about it, but it sounds kind of lackluster now.”

“That’s because it’s not an original idea at all,” you point out.

“Sequels aren’t always original,” the man counters. “Lots of movies have the same plot just different characters, some recurring- look, it doesn’t have to be original. The original angle to this Halloween movie is that I’m going to be way more horny than Johnny probably ever was last year.”

“And I’m just going to allow that?” you grin.

“Yeah, because we both know why you have your nickname, don’t we, Angel? You’re a dirty little minx, and you’re going to love this.”

“Except, what if, Halloween comes, and you’re a frat guy that I think is ugly?” you ask. “If you know me, you know I have very specific tastes. There’s only a handful of guys I’d actually be interested in, what makes you think you’re one of them?”

The line is dead for a few stagnant seconds, then, “I just am, okay?”

“Cocky little fucker,” you giggle.

“Don’t be rude.”

At this point, you’re pretty sure you know who’s on the other end of the line.

There’s been a few tells from your best friend, Donghyuck. For example, he’s the biggest actual horror buff in the NCT frat. He idolizes Johnny, and was always salty that Mark got the Chicago man as a Big and not himself, so he had a close eye on the events that took place last year in NCT’s ‘Ghostie’ Saga. On top of all of this, there’s an extreme familiarity in the way he’s talking to you, a preexisting natural tint to his diction. Lastly, Hyuck’s the cockiest little dumb frat boy of them all, and it’s one of the reasons you’ve always loved him… one of the reasons you’ve also always kept a bit of distance from your best friend whenever situations have had the option of turning romantic.

Well, if this is how he wants to make his move at you, so be it.

Maybe he’ll convince you that he can be more than a good fuck- you’d never risk your friendship for a one-night stand, no, he’ll have to prove that he could go all in, that he deserves you.

And if all else is just extra, you can at least have some fun toying with Hyuck while he thinks he’s the one toying with you.

“Okay,” you sigh, stretching. “Let's do this, but we can start tomorrow, you woke me up from a nap, and I’d very much like to get back to it.”

Monday

“I’m not waking you up from a nap, am I, Angel?”

“Nope,” you grin, mischief working its way through your mind as you think of the best way to throw Hyuck off. “I was just watching some porn, flicking the bean, you know, that sort of thing.”

You hear him choke. “F… Flicking the bean?”

“Come on, you have to have heard of flicking the bean!” you insist. “Buddy, you’re the one who’s supposed to be calling me to be horny, this is your perfect opportunity!”

“Right, I uh…” he coughs. “How’s… how’s the bean flicking going?”

“Dude, do you know anything about seduction?” you scoff. “‘How’s the bean flicking going,’” you imitate. “Lame!”

“Rude!” he counters.

God, he’s so obviously Hyuck and you bet he doesn’t even realize it.

“You know what, if you must ask, the bean flicking is going really well.”

“What kind of porn do you watch?” he questions next.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you tease.

“Tell me,” Hyuck insists.

“Might have to get you to beg if you want to hear those kinds of details.”

“I’m the creepy phone stalker, I call the shots.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure you do, buddy.”

“Stop calling me buddy.”

“Okay, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude either!”

“Then what am I supposed to call you? It’s not like anyone knows the name of the slasher from Halloween Christmas, or whatever. You’re no Ghost Face, friend.”

“It’s Black Christmas,” he corrects you. “And I’m pretty sure his name is Billy.”

“Wow, how sexy, Billy,” you scoff. “You really didn’t think this one through that well, did you, buddy?”

“Original Ghost Face is who? Stu Matcher and Billy fucking Loomis,” Hyuck points out. “It’s not the worst name in the world.”

“Tell me one person who refers to Ghost Face as Billy Loomis though, one person, and I’ll tell you what porn I watch.”

“The… screenwriter?”

“Jesus Christ, dude. That’s such low-hanging fruit.”

“Now tell me what porn you watch.”

You let out a deep sigh. “All this bickering has me not in the mood anymore.”

“Weird, I’m extra in the mood now.”

“Cuz you’re a weirdo who gets off on play fighting, I bet.”

His voice takes on a whiney pitch when he says, “Tell me what porn you watch!”

“Honestly?” You’re tired of this conversation, but you see one last opportunity to toy with Hyuck before you hang up. “Hentaid on Porn Hub, I’m all about that alien, tentacle shit,” your voice takes on the air of a damsel in distress when you muse, “No mortal man can ever satiate me, I’m afraid.”

“Holy shit,” Hyuck whispers. “Are you for real? Tentacle porn?”

“Uh huh, now, goodnight, buddy.” You hang up on Hyuck with a shit-eating grin on your face, knowing you’ve left him something to think about.

Tuesday

“Hey,” you say, sitting down next to your best friend in the on-campus burger joint where you spend your Tuesday two-hour period between classes. “I’ve got something to talk to you about.”

Hyuck is mid-bite of a burger, and he holds up a hand, covering his obnoxious eating style. “Just a sec,” he mumbles.

You wait patiently, staring at your friend while he finishes up. He’s in a black hoodie, and black t-shirt, and his laptop is open next to where he’s eating his combo meal. He’s usually here before you are, scoping out a booth and food so you two can chill in peace before your shared history course.

History isn’t your major per se, it’s more of a special interest, and the same goes for Hyuck. He’s a film major- another obvious dent in his plan to fly under the radar as your phone stalker who just happens to know everything about horror movies.

“Okay,” Hyuck says, swallowing the last of his large bite of food. “What’s up?”

“So on Sunday, I got a phone call from some dude with a burner phone,” you explain, watching closely as Hyuck’s brows raise just a moment too late to be legitimate surprise.

“Yeah? What did he say?”

“He’s trying to recreate Johnny’s whole Ghostie thing from last year, but as is the case with most sequels in the horror genre, he’s kind of missing the mark.”

Hyuck chokes a little on his food, and he reaches for his Coke to wash it down. “What’s he doing wrong?”

“What an odd question, Hyuck,” you say, narrowing your eyes at him. “But, to answer it, he’s just… not loose enough. He feels too rigid. I gave him an in last night, if you know what I mean, and he just, fumbled it.”

“An in?” Hyuck cocks his head to the side, “what do you mean?”

“You know, an opportunity to be horny with me.”

“And you want him to be horny with you?”

“I mean, that’s the whole point isn’t it? He promised me he’d be more horny than Johnny was last year, but I feel like Johnny probably had this whole daddy dom thing down- I don’t know what this new guy is trying to give, but he’s not giving, you feel me?”

“Huh, that’s weird,” Hyuck shrugs, picking up his burger again. “Do you have any guesses who it might be?”

You shrug. “He told me it was someone I think is hot. So that means it could be Jaehyun- God, you know how sexy I think Jaehyun is,” - you’re relishing in the way you get to tease Hyuck like this - “it could be Jeno, or Jaemin- I don’t think I’d even mind if both of them came up to me on Halloween, full original Scream style- Jaemin is definitely the Stu Matcher character, though.”

“Jeeze, Angel,” Hyuck grimaces, putting his burger down and leaning back in the booth. “Do you have to talk about two of my best friends tag teaming you while I’m eating?”

“Sorry, babes,” you snicker. “I just think this week is going to be fun, and I can’t wait for my Billy Halloween Christmas stalker to find his A-game.”

You half expect Hyuck to correct you on the movie title, and you see him bite his tongue, fighting the urge to throw his own cover under the bus in a bid to protect the sanctity of cult films. But alas, Hyuck shuts himself up with another bite of his burger, and with one last look at your friend, you pull out your laptop to actually get some work done.

Wednesday

“Hey, bud,” you answer your call with a grin, twirling your hair around your finger while your eyes skim your textbook. “What happened yesterday? You never called.”

“You looked busy,” comes a curt retort.

“Oh… did you see me with Hyuck?” you stifle a laugh, of course he’s going to play this jealousy angle, when in reality, he was probably just butthurt about you toying with him.

“It was hard not to notice you with him,” he responds.

“Someone sounds jealous.”

“What’s your relationship with him?”

God, Hyuck must be very desperate to be trying to get details out of you about how you feel about him, through his alter ego.

You take a deep breath, closing your book and leaning back in your chair. “We’re close,” you start.

“But just friends.”

“Just friends,” you confirm. “I guess, I mean, obviously he’s cute. There’s no argument about Hyuck being cute. And he’s fun, he’s cocky, he’s mischievous- I guess my one concern with him is if he could do something long term. I may come off as a dirty little demon child, but in reality- I don’t want to put all my eggs in one guys basket if he’s busy collecting eggs, if that makes any sense.”

“You want a guy who just wants you, who puts in the effort.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m putting in effort,” your ‘mystery man’ points out.

“I suppose this could be considered effort.”

“I spent twenty five bucks on this burner phone.”

“Wow, buddy, that must have broke the bank.”

“I have money!” he insists.

Hyuck definitely has money, it’s one of the reasons he’s probably so cocky. He comes from a large line of Lee’s, a family group that owns development all around the country. You’ve tried not to let any gold digging inklings stain your perception of the frat boy though, that wouldn’t be fair to him.

“Hey, friend?” you ask, choosing a base level nickname for this man who is clearly Hyuck.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Were you thinking about it yesterday?”

“Thinking about what?”

“Me, you know… watching alien tentacle porn and flicking my bean.” You try to make your voice sound innocent, but you can’t help the mischievous grin that works it’s way onto your face.

You can hear him swallow thickly. “Hold that thought, I’m going to call you back.”

“Wait-” before you can get an explanation, the line goes dead, and you release an annoyed huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

He’s such a little shit, leaving you hanging like this-

Two minutes go by, then five- and just as you’re starting to be really annoyed, Hyuck calls you back.

“Took you long enough,” you snap.

“Listen, Angel, I needed to get in the mood. I’m too rigid talking to a pretty girl like you, had to take some of the load off.” You can tell, even under his modulated voice, that Hyuck has most definitely just gotten into some weed.

This is so classic him- and to be completely fair, you’ve witnessed the effects of Mary-Jane on one mister Lee Donghyuck. He’s much more suave while green, less anxious, more willing to take risks.

“So, to answer your question,” Hyuck continues, letting out a breath. “I have been thinking about you. Been thinking about your cute voice, how it would sound begging, whining, whimpering- what little noises you’d make choking on cock, or tentacle-” Hyuck laughs. “I’ll be honest, I don’t have an octopus dick or anything. If you let me, you’ll have to be okay with a human style back breaking.”

You’re shocked.

Had he really just said all of this to you?

Was weed all it took for him to pull up his big boy panties and lay some actual sin onto you?

You can’t ignore the way your pussy flutters with interest at his words, and you shift uncomfortably in your chair. “I’m sure we can make it work… what kind of tool are you packing, buddy?”

Hyuck chuckles. “It’s thick, I think it will do the job.”

Hyuck isn’t the tallest frat boy, but in no way is he the smallest either. He’s average, and to think that he has an above average girthy dick- well, you can’t help lick your lips in interest.

“Stalker got your tongue, Angel?” Hyuck asks. “You’ve just gone awfully quiet.”

“I’m just…” you swallow thickly. “Just thinking.”

“About my thick cock splitting you open?”

God, your pussy is throbbing now- “How… our first few calls were so awkward-”

“I promised you dirty, didn’t I? Needed some courage first, but… I can tell you’re not mad about it.”

You’re definitely not mad about it.

You think maybe part of you would be upset if you didn’t know your ‘mystery caller’s’ identity- but the safety of knowing, in your heart of hearts, that this is Hyuck- it changes everything, and you can allow yourself to feel the pleasure already beating through you.

“I’d ask what you want me to do to you, but I did some research last night, watched some of that Hentaid shit you were talking about. It’s a lot of bondage, isn’t it, Angel? A lot of… creampies. You’ve got a thing for being held down and filled, huh? I guess…” he lets out a small laugh, “I guess I’m a little shocked, seeing as you’re so sassy with me. Guess you just want someone to put you in your place. What is it you called Johnny? A good daddy dom? I might not always be a dom, but for you, I can make it work.”

“So…” you find it hard to even speak because he’s so right about his assessment that it hurts. “So… you’re more of a switch?”

“I can be. Generally, I’m not about strict roles in the bedroom, but if you’re into that sort of thing, I can see what it’s about.”

“Tell me more about being a switch?”

“Don’t want to give you too many details about myself, these calls are about you, Angel.”

You let out a groan.

“Be patient,” he reminds you. “And tell me, are you as wet right now as I am hard?”

This time, the sound you release is really more of a moan, and it makes Hyuck chuckle darkly.

“I’ll take that as a yes… are you gonna touch yourself after this? Gonna do all the work I can’t do, not yet, anyway.”

“Maybe…”

“I like the thought of that, two horny people, whacking off together after a phone call, different rooms, but we’ll be on each other’s minds.”

You get the suspicion that Hyuck is going to be on your mind for a whole lot longer than simply your upcoming bean-flicking session.

Thursday

“I’m here, I’m here! What’s the emergency!” Mark asks, out of breath, his cheeks flushed from the cold outside and having just run across campus.

“It’s not an emergency, don’t worry, just sit!” you tell him, pushing out a chair.

“Angel, you texted me, and I quote,” he pulls out his phone, “911, meet me at our spot in the library asap.”

“Well, I wanted you to come,” you shrug.

“God, you’re as much of a drama queen as Hyuck is,” Mark sighs, taking his seat across from you.

“Speaking of Hyuck…” you grin, leaning forward and clasping your hands together, “your roommate decided to go full Ghostie this year.”

“Wait, he’s not doing Ghost Face for Halloween-”

“No, I mean, like, stalker phone call Johnny Ghostie,” you clarify.

“What?” Mark’s expression is blank, and he looks completely unimpressed.

“Basically, he called me on Sunday, did this whole thing about doing a Black Christmas character or some shit- he’s been calling me from a burner phone with a voice modulator-”

“Jesus Christ,” Mark sighs, covering his eyes with his hand.

“The moral of the story is, Halloween night, I’m calling dibs on your room.”

“My room?” Mark peaks out at you through his fingers.

“Your roommate has to get laid. Actually, scratch that, I have to get laid… with your roommate.”

“This is so-” Mark groans. “I thought we were over this stalker Halloween thing to get girls. Don’t any of us have respect or standards anymore?”

“You’re frat boys, Mark, so the answer on that one is going to be a no from me.”

“Why are you even into this?” Mark questions further. “Like- what’s so sexy about any of this?”

“I mean… it shows Hyuck cares?”

“He cares enough to get a burner phone and a voice modulator and call you and be creepy and horny? Wow, what a huge chivalrous act of love.”

You narrow your eyes at Mark Lee. “I’m not enjoying your sarcasm, mister.”

“And I’m not enjoying this,” Mark retorts, pointing between the two of you. “Fuck, fine, have my room on Halloween.”

“Last thing though, Hyuck can’t know that I know that he’s the one calling me.”

“Wait, so this isn’t a bit? He’s committed to trying to trick you?” Mark leans back in his chair, his expression getting even more bleak. “The two of you are crazier than I thought.”

As you open your mouth to respond, your phone rings, and you look down to see Hyuck’s burner ‘No Caller ID.’

“Heya, buddy,” you answer, bringing your finger to your lips to shush Mark.

“Watcha up to?”

“Just in the library with a friend.”

Hyuck’s tone shifts. “Which friend?”

“Mark, you probably know him.”

“Of course I know fucking Mark. Why’s he with you?”

“Just chatting… why? You jealous?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!” You let out a laugh. “Buddy, settle down, we both know I’m not into Mark Lee, we’ve talked about this before.”

“We’ve never talked about Mark,” Hyuck responds, and you realize, you may have just betrayed that you know who he is-

“I mean, he wasn’t on my list with Jaehyun, or Jeno, or Jaemin-” you quickly cover your blunder, and Hyuck releases an annoyed sound.

“I get it, I get it,” he groans. “Fine, finish up your time with fucking Mark, then.”

“Don’t be salty about this,” you warn.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Friday

It’s the final day before Halloween, and if there’s one thing you know for sure, it’s that Hyuck is working. The SVT and NCT frats are the primary workers at the on-campus bar, Skeets, so they have a deal that NCT works the Friday before Halloween, and SVT works the Saturday.

Knowing these details, you’re also aware that it’s possible Hyuck won’t be home till three am, so you’re a little shocked when you get a call at one.

“Hi, Angel.”

“If it isn’t my favorite stalker,” you grin, pausing your horror film- in all truth, you’d decided to watch Black Christmas, and now you can see why Hyuck told you not to bother, he hasn’t nailed the deranged attitude of the main villain at all.

“Watcha doin?”

“Not much, you?”

“Not much,” he responds.

“Are you sure?” you counter. “Cuz something tells me maybe you’re working right now… did you get a break, buddy?”

“I’m not working,” he insists.

“Sure you’re not,” you laugh, dropping the line of questioning. “Hey, tell me again why you chose Billy from Black Christmas?”

“Seriously?” Hyuck lets out a sigh. “I guess I just wanted… an excuse to be horny on the phone for you, even if it’s just for a week.”

He sounds defeated, and you’re not shocked. Halloween is the busiest night of the year at the bar Hyuck works at, if anything, you’re surprised he even had a moment to dip outside and call you.

“You’re cute,” you muse. “You sound tired, so I’ll let you go, but uh… I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“You will.”

“And how will I know it’s you?”

“You just will, goodnight, Angel.”

Saturday

You’ve just arrived at the frat party, and already, you’re on the hunt for Hyuck.

At this point, you’re tired of the games. You feel closer to Hyuck, in some odd, sinister sort of way- closer than you ever have before. And you’re tired of hiding it, tired of this weird cat and mouse- you just want to have a conversation with him, to get everything out into the open so you can truly discuss your feelings.

You find him by the beer pong table. He’s in a full denim fit, and you can’t put your finger on who he is as you approach.

“Hey, Hyuck,” you greet, tucking into his side so he can hear you over the music. “Nice Canadian Tuxedo.”

“Do you know who I am?” he asks.

“Uh…” You look at him blankly. “Are you talking about your denim costume? Or the way you’ve been calling me all week?”

Hyuck stares at you in shock. “Uh…” he clears his throat. “I’m Ken… you know, from the Barbie movie.”

“Right…” you trail off, wondering if he’s going to touch on the Black Christmas side of things.

“Also… what do you mean? About me calling you all week?”

“Hyuck,” you sigh. “Please don’t try to avoid this. Just be honest. It’s you. I know it’s you.”

He looks at you, and you can see the cogs turning in his mind.

“You told me you’d reveal yourself tonight,” you continue. “I know I kind of just threw you under the bus, maybe I ruined your master plan or something, but I’m tired of pretending I don’t know it’s one of my best friends who’s been calling me all week being horny.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asks, voice lowering. His eyes search yours, as if he’s trying to get a read on you.

“Hyuck,” you let out a laugh, “I’m not mad at all, but I think we should go to your room and talk this out a little, don’t you?”

“I guess that’s a good idea,” he acquiesces.

“Then let’s go.” You grab his hand, lacing your fingers so you can drag him to the stairs that lead to the second floor. You don’t say anything as you move, you’re on a mission, and what you need to discuss with him is better said alone than in a crowd of horny Halloween partygoers.

You make it to the privacy of his room, and you shut the door behind you. “So?”

“So?” Hyuck moves through the space, and you notice him heading for his bong.

“Hey, don’t do that,” you sigh.

“Don’t do what?” he asks.

“You don’t need to get high to have this conversation.”

“I don’t?”

“No.” You shake your head. “I don’t want you to be high when we do this.”

Hyuck lets out another deep breath. “This isn’t how I planned things.”

“Yeah, I guess not,” you admit, watching him take a seat on his bed. “How did you see tonight panning out?”

“I suppose I figured I could get some drinks in, liquid courage, that sort of thing. And then, maybe I’d reveal myself at the end of the night or something.”

“Are you really so scared of me that you need to be drinking to confess how you feel?” you ask, melting a little. You approach Hyuck, sitting carefully on the bed next to him while he faces clear inner turmoil.

“I’m not afraid,” he states, but you can tell from the tone of his voice that there’s something else going on. “I just… You told me you only want a man who can commit, a guy who only has eyes for you- and, I do, but… we both know my playboy track record, and I guess… I just worry about hurting you.”

“Do you want to hurt me?” you question, tilting your head as you try to understand him.

“No, never.”

“Do you think you’re at the point where you could settle down a little? I’m not trying to get you to stop partying, I just mean… committing to one girl, is that something you think you’re capable of?”

“If it’s you, then yeah… I think so,” he nods, finally meeting your eyes.

He looks so vulnerable, and it’s very different from how you usually view your mischievous friend.

“Hyuck,” you whisper, unable to help the way your hand raises to cup his cheek. “I’m willing to give this a shot if you are. If there’s something real here, and it’s not just you being a horny, dumb frat boy.”

“Okay, rude,” Hyuck laughs, showing you a glimmer of the him that you know and love, “It’s more than being horny… but… in all honesty, seeing you in this fucking faerie costume has me all hot and bothered.”

“Yeah?” You lean closer, grinning. Your lips ghost over his when you say your next words, “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Hyuck sucks in a sharp breath, his pupils dilating- you’re so close to him, and you can make out all the pretty shades of brown in his irises. Gosh, he really is a pretty frat boy.

His hands find your hips, and he tugs your body closer. You can feel him breathing, his gaze darting between your own and your mouth. You watch his tongue dip out to wet his lips, and he swallows thickly.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, finally smashing his lips to your own.

It’s not gentle by any means, but it’s not necessarily aggressive either- one word to describe this kiss, is: desperate. He’s so eager, and you kind of love it, love the way he tugs you flush to his own body, one hand moving to cup your cheek- his tongue glides against your own and you stifle a moan, shifting in his embrace so you can wrap your arms around his neck.

It feels so good to be pressed against him like this- you’re actually kind of shocked at how good it feels. And his hands, exploring your body, keeping you close, fingers digging into your hips-

Hyuck is everywhere, devouring you like you’re his last meal.

“Oh,” you whisper, when Hyuck’s mouth moves to your neck. “By the way, I called dibs on your room with Mark, he won’t be bothering us.”

Your dumb frat boy pulls away from your throat, a grin on his face. “You really knew it was me all along, huh?”

“You’re not exactly subtle, buddy,” you laugh.

Hyuck shakes his head, reaching to lock the door before his hands ensnare you again. He pushes his body against yours, urging you to move backward until your calves hit the bed. Before pushing you down, he removes your faerie costume wings, and only once the more delicate part of your costume is discarded, does he shove you onto his mattress.

“Hyuck,” you giggle, looking up at him with starry eyes.

“You look so good like this,” Hyuck muses, tugging his denim ‘Ken’ style vest off to reveal a body hardened from Frat mandated work out brother time. He’s not too big, not too built- Hyuck still has some pudge on him, but you kind of love it. You love that it’s not a full six pack and bulging biceps- you can imagine that when this is all done, he’ll be lovely to cuddle with.

In fact, you’re not sure it would matter how muscled Hyuck is. Sure, it helps that he’s physically fit and hot, but- at this point in your friendship, you’re attracted to him for so much more than his body.

No man makes you laugh like him. No man has spent the time that he has to understand you and make you feel comfortable with him knowing you, the true you, the you that you don’t get to show many others.

Hyuck is just… he’s good for you, and he always has been. That goodness has so far been a friend capacity sort of thing, but you’re excited about the new development in your relationship. You think there’s true potential with him, and it makes you dizzy as you stare up at one of your best friends.

“I kind of want to eat you out, Angel,” Hyuck admits, one hand finding your thigh and pushing your short dress even higher up your leg.

“Funny, I kind of want to suck you off,” you grin, lifting one foot out of your shoe to tease your toes across the front of his jeans.

“So… sixty-nine?” Hyuck asks, gently tracing his fingers across your exposed skin, setting tingles of pleasure off to erupt and skitter through your form.

“That would work, but… I guess… I kind of want to lay with my head lolled off the side of the bed, your cock in my mouth, and your fingers pinching at my nipples while I work my own clit at the same time.”

“Jesus,” Hyuck breathes, swallowing thickly as he looks up at you. “How could I say no to that?”

“Then, when I’m close to cumming, you can eat me out, get me there, then fuck me stupid for your own release.”

“It’s funny,” Hyuck chuckles, “Here I thought I was the horny one calling you and trying to be a creep, but you’re the one with the dirty mouth and the great ideas.”

“Yeah, your whole Black Christmas thing really wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever heard,” you tease.

“How many times do I have to admit it was a shitty plan but I just wanted to get close to you?”

“At least once more.”

“Fine. Now flip around, loll your head off my bed, let me put my cock down your throat and pinch your nipples while you toy with your cute pussy.”

“How do you know my pussy is cute?” you ask. “You haven't even seen it yet.”

“I’ve been imagining, baby, and as a film major, my imagination is pretty fucking good.”

You giggle, getting into position for Hyuck. He stands near your head as you loll it off the side of the bed, and you get a good view of his bulge straining in his jeans.

“You’re excited,” you muse, cupping him through the denim.

“Who wouldn’t be?” he laughs, undoing his button, then the zipper. “Fuck, you look so good laid out like this.”

“Yeah?” You pull the top of your dress down, releasing your boobs.

“Fuuuuuck,” Hyuck groans, pausing his motions on his jeans to reach down and massage your newly exposed breast. “I knew your tits would be perfect.”

You moan at the feeling of his warm hands. His fingers pinch at your nipple and your moan turns into a whine. “Feels good.”

“You feel good,” he counters.

“Get your cock out,” you instruct, feeling impatient.

“Start rubbing your pussy,” Hyuck retorts with a laugh.

“Yes, sir,” you respond teasingly, reaching one of your hands down to your thighs. You slip it under your dress, deciding on taking your panties off alltogether.

Hyuck continues to massage you as you pull off your thong.

You can’t help yourself, you toss it at him, and Hyuck lets go of your breast in favour of catching it. “Fuck, these are cute,” he says, admiring your panties.

“I knew I’d be getting laid.”

His tone shifts to the darker, more annoyed side of things. “Yeah?”

“And don’t get all angsty, I knew I’d be fucking you tonight.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Hyuck grins, putting your panties in his pocket before he undoes his jeans, shifting them down his thighs.

The fucker isn’t wearing underwear, and you get a good view of his cock for the first time.

“Fuck, dude, you weren’t lying when you said you were thick,” you muse, licking your lips.

“I’d never lie to you about my cock,” he laughs.

You slip one hand between your thighs, stroking your wet core- it’s crazy how turned on you are from this, but part of you thinks this has been building for a while- for a week, actually.

Hyuck strokes his cock, looking down at you. “Ready for this?” he asks.

“Put it in my mouth,” you command, opening wide for him.

“If I’m going to deep, push my thigh,” he tells you as he slips his cock past your lips.

You moan a sound of affirmation around him, immediately beginning to suck on his tip, getting used to his size before you take more.

Hyuck is surprisingly gentle with how much he’s allowing you to take. If you hadn’t been pacing yourself, you’re sure he’d be pacing you of his own accord.

One of his hands finds your breast again, pinching the nipple and sending jitters of pleasure down to your throbbing core.

You groan louder around him, sucking more into your mouth as you increase the pressure on your clit.

“This is so fucking hot,” Hyuck moans, thrusting gently into your mouth so you can lay flat and still, allowing him to do most of the work while you rub your pussy deliciously.

You can only let out a sound of affirmation as he uses your mouth.

With your eyes closed, you can focus fully on the feeling of pleasure that’s building inside of you.

When you’d imagined fucking Hyuck for the first time, this hadn’t necessarily been a position at the forefront of your thoughts- but when he’d suggested eating you out, you’d realized this is exactly what you’d wanted.

You want to give back to him, want to show him how much you’ve appreciated him taking the leap and telling you how he feels- even if it was in some weird, dumb frat boy, phone call kind of way.

The way he’s pinching your thighs is actually delicious- and then, you hear him spit, and you feel the cool liquid hit your chest. This time, when he rubs his thumb over your nipple, he spreads his spit across your skin, making it even more intense.

“Part of me just wants to cum on these perfect tits,” he admits.

You make a very clear sound of disagreement, and Hyuck pulls his cock out of your mouth. You’d been salivating so much that as he moves away, your own saliva drips back down onto your face from his length. You swallow thickly, finding your voice. “Need you to cum inside of me.”

“Fuuuuck,” Hyuck groans, pinching your nipple even harder. “You and your creampie kink.”

He slips his cock back into your mouth, and you greedily eat him up.

Then he leans further over your body, his fingers joining yours on your core. “You’re so fucking wet,” he muses, pushing your hand out of your way so he can rub your clit, gently fucking your face as he does so.

It’s a shallow face fucking, as he’s bent over your laid down body to access your core, but you don’t mind.

Your eyes are still closed, and you’re enjoying every sensation, bringing your free hands up to your breasts to massage them and pinch your own nipples.

“You look so sexy, want you to cum so bad so I can fuck you stupid,” he tells you, rubbing your clit even harder.

You rut your hips up toward his hand, a non verbal motion that tells him you’re close.

God, it’s like he’s been in your pants before- he knows exactly how to stroke and massage your clit-

“And you’re still sucking me off so good-” he continues. “And grabbing at your tits too, you’re my insatiable little Angel, aren’t you?”

You moan deeply around his cock, and Hyuck fucks you a little harder, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him, feeling tears in your eyes.

“Shit, sorry, Angel, fuck, that just felt so good- can I do it again? Can I fuck your throat again?”

You make a sound of affirmation, shocked at how your body had reacted to his cock being fully inside of your mouth. A tingle of excitement had run through you, your nipples getting intensely sensitive, your core throbbing-

Hyuck does it again, hitting the back of your throat, and the same sensation happens. You can feel yourself getting desperately close to the edge, and you hardly have to do anything. Other than pinching your own nipples, Hyuck is the one taking care of you, and you kind of love it.

“I can tell you’re close, Angel,” Hyuck chuckles. “Fuck, gonna cum from me fucking your face and rubbing your clit, right?”

You moan desperately, wiggling your hips. Hyuck reads your cue, rubbing your clit even harder.

Now, you can’t help but pull off his cock, pushing his thigh to give you a bit of space.

“You good?” he asks, motions pausing.

“Yeah,” you tell him, swallowing thickly as you grab his cock to stroke him off. “Just keep- fuck, keep rubbing me like that, I’m so close-”

“Fuck this,” Hyuck mutters, and all of the sudden, he’s pulling away.

You let out a whine- only for him to spin you on his bed. He sinks to his knees, drawing your core to the edge where your head had just been, then he dives in, his lips immediately suctioning around your clit.

Two fingers push into your aching core and you whimper desperately, grabbing at his hair to keep him on your pussy as he works you closer and closer-

“Hyuck-” you cry out, muscles clenching-

One more slurp on your clit has you topping over the edge, entire body electrified by the orgasm surging through you.

You slap a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your sounds as he works you through your high. He doesn’t quit, doesn’t pull away- he sucks your clit through your entire high, until your thighs are shaking on his shoulders and you��re on the verge of tears.

“Okay-” you whimper, pushing at his head. “Sensitive-”

Hyuck finally lets up. You open your eyes to watch him stand, pulling his fingers from your core and sliding them into his own mouth.

“You taste just like Halloween candy, baby,” he muses, eyes clouded with lust.

“I wanna taste,” you whisper.

Hyuck pushes his jeans completely off, and then he gets on top of you, smashing his lips to your own. The flavour of your pussy is hot on his tongue, and it invades your senses, driving you wild as you kiss him deeper, threading your fingers through his hair.

His cock nudges between your pussy lips as he grinds down against you, rocking his hips.

“Fuck me,” you tell him, moving your mouth to suck on his ear lobe.

“Shit,” Hyuck groans, shivering from the sensation of your tongue on his ear. “Want you naked first.”

He pulls away just long enough to tug your dress up and over your head, then he returns to his spot, his cock rutting against your core once more.

The two of you have been friends forever. Hyuck knows you have an IUD, he’d been there for you when you’d gotten it last year, when you’d just wanted to stay in bed and rot for a few days. There’s no need to discuss birth control or safety- all there’s left to do, is have his thick cock fill you in ways you’ve been wanting all week.

Hyuck adjusts, grabbing his base so he can push his tip into your throbbing hole.

“Fuck,” you whimper in his ear, clutching his shoulders as he pushes an inch into you.

“You good?” he asks, breath hot on your throat.

“So good,” you respond, locking your legs around his hips.

He pushes deeper into your pussy, and your core welcomes him in, walls stretching to accommodate his thick cock.

Hyuck bottoms out, and you both groan deeply. He forces his lips onto your own again, and it’s a clash of teeth and tongues.

It’s animalistic in the best sort of way- like you’ve both been caged up for as long as you’ve known each other, and you’re finally letting your beasts out to do the most primal thing imaginable.

There are no thoughts in your mind as Hyuck begins to fuck you, there’s only you, him, and this intense feeling of pleasure.

You feel so connected to him- missionary isn’t always the most fun position, but with Hyuck, it feels right. It feels like this was meant to be your first time together, face to face, lip locked, breathing each other in, moaning desperately as he takes you as his own.

“Fuck,” Hyuck groans, gently biting on your lip. “Your pussy is taking me so fucking well- first your mouth, now this- how do you expect me to last long?”

“I don’t,” you giggle. “You made me cum so hard on your tongue, I’m about ready to be filled with your cum and then lay here.”

“I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you after this.”

“You better,” you grin.

Hyuck smiles against your lips, kissing you again as he fucks you even harder.

The stretch of his girthy cock is unlike anything else- and it feels like heaven as he pounds you into his mattress.

“Rub your clit?” he suggests.

“I can’t- I can’t cum again,” you whimper, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

“I’ll have to train you to cum more after this,” he promises.

You can only grin, drawing his lips to your own again as he uses you to find the ends of his own pleasure.

His whimpering sounds are like music to your ears- fuck, Hyuck is too hot to even imagine. Had this guy really been one of your best friends for this long without you ever exploiting this?

You’re so fucking happy he’d called you and been weird all week- it was the perfect foreplay, and now, you’re completely enraptured by him.

“Shit,” Hyuck groans.

“You close, baby?” you ask.

“Fuck, call me baby again.”

“Baby,” you whimper, “your cock feels so good in my tight pussy.”

Hyuck moans even louder.

“Just like that,” you encourage him, tightening your legs on his hips. “Keep doing that- right there-” The tip of his cock is hitting the perfect spots inside of you, and you’re gasping from the feeling, burrowing your face in his throat and panting against his skin.

“Shit, Angel-”

“Cum for me, baby, cum in my pussy,” you urge him.

That’s all it takes for him to explode, letting out a deep groan as he releases deep inside your core, coating your walls with him.

His thrusts falter, his breathing laboured, entire body shivering-

You stroke the back of his head, cooing in his ear, helping him through it until he’s finished, coming to a stop ontop of you and breathing heavily.

“Good boy,” you tease.

Hyuck lets out a deep chuckle, and it turns into a sigh. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“And you’d love that.”

“I would,” he admits. “Okay, fuck, I’m gonna pull out, gonna grab some tissues and sweat pants- we can head to the bathroom down the hall and hopefully clean up a little, then we’re gonna cuddle.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you grin, laying there as he groans and gets off of you, following through with his intentions.

Soon, cum is being wiped from your pussy and you’re being helped into sweatpants.

The two of you exit his room, and you’re very pleased to see that most of the party is downstairs, leaving his floor pretty vacant.

You make your way to the bathroom with him, clutching his hand.

Once there, you both clean up, and you listen to Hyuck splash water on his face while you pee, making sure all his cum is out of you.

The two of you make it back to his room, collapsing into bed. He pulls you to his chest, cuddling you close.

“Before I pass out… how did you know it was me on the phone?” he asks.

“Out of everyone in the frat, you idolize Johnny the most. It wasn’t a reach that you’d recreate his Ghostie thing last year. On top of that, you’re a film major, you know horror movies better than anyone else. And, you’re a horny fucker, which is something I’ve always loved about you- I just… I needed you to make a move, which you never really did, until now. It just… made sense that it was you. The way we talk to each other, I could tell it was you from the very first call.”

“Here I was, thinking I was all suave and shit.”

“You were very suave, baby,” you grin, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Happy Halloween, Angel.”

You giggle. “Happy Halloween.”

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“Okay so, coming up, when the alien pops out of his body, the director didn’t tell anyone this was going to happen, so when Sigourney Weaver and the others react, it’s genuine shock and surprise-”

You love his facts too, you do… but… sometimes, they get a bit much.

“Baby,” you coo, cuddling closer to your boyfriend, “Can we just… watch the movie?”

“We are watching the movie.”

“I mean… God, I’m going to sound like a bitch, but can we get through like… ten minutes without a fun fact?”

“But… my fun facts are fun.”

“They are, baby, they are,” you assure him, patting his chest, “I just…” you sigh, “ten minutes?”

“I can think of a distraction for my mouth,” Hyuck grins.

Your pussy immediately flutters, picking up on what he’s saying. “Yeah? Don’t you want to watch the movie?”

“I’ve seen it a billion times.” His hand rubs your shoulder and he nuzzles against your cheek, breath hot on your skin. “Come on, let me eat out your pretty pussy. I’ve been wanting to overstim you for a hot minute- I think I could get three or four out of you while you’re watching.”

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❝ You better lock your door and look at me a little more (we both know I'm worth waitin' for) ❞

warnings: r! is a prostitute, brothel mentioned, mentions of addiction, spanking, fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, terms like boypussy, pussy, boycunt, cunt are used)

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*song on repeat: Billie Boss Nova by Billie Eilish *YN is described as being shorter than Vander in this fic.

He’s getting that itch under his skin again. Muscles aching and throat begging for the soothing burn of addictive smoke. Vander tosses a rag on his shoulder, scratching at his beard as he fixes his posture. His skin feels stretched thin, aching for a salve to fill the crevices and drought; his ears muffle the bar, and the song playing floats into his ears.

The playful percussions, the whispering tone of the singer, and the sighs of the adlibs remind him of the fairytales of fairies, sirens, and boys in masks in nothing but a see-through robe.

Vander straightens up, briefly glancing over at the doors of the bar. The underground doesn’t get sunlight, but like a dog, he knows when people are starting to head back home. The crowd in here was mostly gone, some were passed out in the booths and some intently eating sunflower seeds in their corner. He’d have to clean it up and make sure the tables weren’t sticky, and the floor needed a good sweep too.

Impatientness grows in him. Vander sighs, pouring himself a shot of something to reinvigorate him, and slams the glass down. It startles the man at the bar enough to have him reach for his coins, the rest get the same hint.

“You look like you need a nightcap," Spider mutters. Vander thinks it’s ridiculous for people to call the seamstress such an intimidating name when she vehemently despises the arachnids, but it stuck and she has no choice but to embrace it. She has the courtesy of bringing her bowl of opened sunflower seeds and an empty glass to him instead of just stumbling off.

But Vander knows it isn’t exactly out of the kindness of her heart.

It flatters him that she finds him attractive. Really, it does. She was a beautiful woman and a capable one too. But Vander is tired and truly, he doesn’t want his rendezvous to be chattered on about everywhere. His kids didn’t need to hear about any of it.

“Aye’, that I do. Thankfully, I own a bar,” she chuckles and reaches forward to swat at his shoulder. Vander just smiles, taking her dishes and placing them elsewhere so his back is turned to her. “It’s not good practice to drink your own stock,” Spider places her elbows on the table and Vander doesn’t need to spare a glance to know her breasts are on display too. This isn’t the first time she’s done this, and most likely won’t be the last.

The song ends with a soothing croon from the singer and Vander’s cock twitches in his pants as he spots the business card stuck between the frame of the mirror.

“Ya’ sober enough to make your way back safe?” Spider’s brows pinch and she mutters, gluing her gaze on Vander’s face as he pulls the rag down to wipe the table. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

Vander nodded, bidding her a good night she simply replied with a wave. She was the last to leave through the front door and Vander manages to not groan in relief at the click he hears.

‘ Hurry! ‘ A voice tells him. It’s early in the morning now, the window is closing but he can’t possibly leave the bar in this state. He’ll be the one regretting it when he opens tonight. Vander imagines he must’ve looked a bit dumb as he stares at the state of the bar when Vi appears at the top of the stairs.

“What?” Vi tilts her head at him but gestures loosely to the tables and chairs. “I said I can clean it, you look...tired.”

He sighs, squeezing the back of his neck. “What’re you doing up so early, Vi?” she shrugs which is a non-answer but pushes through the doorway and meanders behind the bar. Her head pops out and she places the iron bucket of cleaning supplies. Vander walks to her, handing her the rag as he reaches for a broom.

“Vander, I can clean the place just fine,” she huffs. “All by yer’self? S’gonna take ya’ forever,” he’s jesting but she finds no humor in it. The girl crosses her arms as she glares up at him. A part of him wants nothing more than to dash out of here, to find that salve he desperately is aching for, but there was no way he could leave his daughter to clean up by herself just because he wanted to get his dick wet.

“Dude, just go,” Vi grabs the bucket and rag and marches to the tables. He frowns a bit, crossing his arms as he contemplates it.

“Ya’ couldn’t sleep?” Vi shakes her head. “Nope! Milo was snoring and Claggor kept moving in his sleep. Powder must be tired because she’s sleeping through it with no problem.” Vi’s always been a light sleeper. Most of the people in the underground were. But Vander just needs to ask; “Ya’ sure it wasn’t the nightmares?” Vi pauses in her wiping and Vander watches her face as she sends him a pouty expression.

“Yes, I’m sure. I haven’t had one of those in forever anyway — just go rest, old man. I can wipe down tables and sweep floors by myself.”

“Are you sure — “

“Dude!”

The path he takes is always quiet. Hidden between tight alleyways and old wires hung too low — he rarely saw characters here other than the occasional cat or shady hooded figure but that was a normal sight anywhere.

The back of the building is less glamorous than the front but not out of neglect. It was purposefully made that way — fewer lights, fewer signs, and fewer girls spilling from the door. But he peeks up from the hood of his jacket and he sees the voyeuristicly lit windows. The shadows of bodies behind the thin curtains, the seductive glow and thrum of the others. The back door is not locked, it's just made to look that way so people feel dirtier pushing the heavy door open.

He hears a whistle and his cock honestly to god jumps at the sight of your naked shoulders. Your mask was askew, your hair messed up, and smears of lipstick on your lips, and your skin; Vander is envious of the cigarette holder you have in your grip.

When your lips wrap around it he feels the exhaustion melt away. Plumes of purple smoke pour out from your mouth; “Had a feeling you’d be comin’ over."

Vander laughs, moving to the door with his eyes still on you. “Yeah? Just knew, did ya’?”

You nod, placing your chin in your palm as he opens the door.

“Yeah. My ass has been wanting a good stretch the whole day, only gets that way when you’re comin’ over.”

' Coming over ', you make it sound like he’s a teenage boy sneaking through your window. Vander says nothing as he walks in and you grin at it. His silence was good — it meant he was going to give it to you just how you wanted. You finish the cigarette and slip the curtains close.

Vander liked his privacy after all.

The hallways are familiar, but he still thinks the wallpaper is a bit too busy and the creak in the floorboards should have been fixed. Saying it out loud feels a bit shameful. After all, how often would he have to come over to recognize these things?

He passes by a doorway guarded with beaded curtains and he ignores the moans of the woman who is being devoured by another. The doorway next to it has the sounds of leather rubbing against leather so he peeks as he passes by to see it shines under the low lights.

Reaching the stairs, Vander is greeted by Sevika lip-locked with another woman. He lowered his head, hoping she was too busy fingering her to notice. At the landing, there’s a wall of hooks, and on each of them held a mask of an animal. They differed in all sorts of sizes, and materials, each handcrafted by different artists. Customers wear them if they’d like but it was a must for employees.

The allure, the secrecy, the seductive notion of masked strangers sucking your cock, blah blah blah.

He grabs the wolf mask, slipping it on with ease, as he climbs the rest of the stairs. He misses Sevika staring at his back with squinted eyes.

“D’you know him?” she asks. The girl in the doe mask pants but eyes Vander’s frame through the wooden bars of the stairs. “Him? Oh, he’s a regular. Secretive, and never lets anyone else see his face other than the Fantastic Mr. Fox.”

That makes Sevika snort. “(Y/N)? He only comes here for him?” She can’t exactly blame the man. You were a talented little beast. Hands, mouth, feet, cunt, ass — every part of you was made with pleasure in mind. She enjoys having you in a headlock as she pounds into your asshole, enjoys your tongue inside of her and your filthy little words.

But just for you? This pleasure house had a gaggle of beasts for him to lay with. Hairy beasts with cocks just as big as their arms who enjoy plowing and being plowed. Demure little nymphs with a talent to make people beg for their cocks to be stepped on or to cry in pleasure. Tall beasts, short beasts, catering to every need and fetish a man could have.

“There’s a betting pool,” the Doe says. Sevika turns to face her as the masked man enters the hallway leading to your room. “About?” Sevika pulls her fingers out to pull away the negligee and kneads at her small breast. She shudders, arching her back into her but continues; “The Wolf and The Fox. That he’s smitten, maybe even a bit obsessed.” Sevika scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pinches Doe's perk nipple between her fingers,

"Poor bastard."

"I think it's — ah — cute," Doe retorts as she squeezes Sevika's biceps. "To you maybe, a smitten customer gets you more coin," Sevika grunts out, her tone light despite it.

"Falling in love with a whore is just stupid."

"You saying you don't love me, Daddy?" Doe pouts her lips. Sevika chuckles as she lowers her head to nibble on it. "I'll love you tonight, baby. Think that'll be enough?"

The door has the symbol of your mask, painted in gold. It's ajar, a sliver of light lighting the carpeted floors and Vander rolls his shoulders as he pushes the door open.

Your room is heavy with the smell of incense. There's thudding against the walls, moans of pleasure echoing despite it being muffled. Vander's shoes make no noise. The carpets on the floor provide more than just comfort. Discretion. This room and the others on this floor are all for high-paying customers.

He closes and locks the door behind him. He reaches for his mask but your voice stops him.

"Keep it on," you push yourself off the door frame, the beads clattering softly, and Vander tits his head at your sashay. Your mask was left on the bed, leaving your face bare, and Vander cocks a brow as he looks down at you.

"One of those nights?" His hands settle on your waist. The size of them, the roughness that's felt through the silk of your robe, it makes your grin stretch wider. "You got other ideas, Vander?" you muse. "Was hopin' to kiss ya'," he huffs.

The grip on your ass lurches you forward further into his broad chest. Vander's eyes are heavy, the shadows attempt to hide the desire but it's futile. He's kneading, hitching you up higher until you're barely on your toes.

Head tilting, he leans in. Your head floats away, hands still gripped onto his shirt as he chases and you don't give in.

"(Y/N)," his tone suggests a warning. But it's amusing. Here you are, in his arms. His strength keeps you in place and in the air; the mask is akin to a muzzle. Except he's fully capable of taking it off if he wishes.

The fact that you asked for him to keep it on is not lost to you. Your words alone held so much power over him. You place his neck between the gap of your thumb and pointer finger, barely there pressure keeping him still despite the yearning in his eyes.

"You're exhausted, big guy. Long day, yeah?" Vander nods at your words.

"Lay down on the bed. I'll make you feel good."

He hesitates for a moment. But your feet find the floor again and he begrudgingly parts. When he walks past you, you follow behind him. He pauses when you reach for the front of his pants, looking at you from over his shoulder.

"Take off your clothes for me, baby."

Your bed is shaped in a semi-circle. The curtain around it was drawn all the way back. There's a mountain of pillows and bolsters that welcome Vander's naked frame as he settles on it.

The trail of his clothes on the floor has your silk robes accompanying you as you stand at the end of the bed.

Vander tilts his head, widening his legs and stroking his hairy thighs. Leading your eyes to the thick dick that's already at full mast.

"Damn," you whistle. The bed dipped under the weight of your knee. "I know I'm good looking but you can't be that hard from just 5 seconds of laying your eyes on me."

He can't tear his gaze from you. From the marks on your face to the state of your hair; the bare skin that he loves to bruise and mark up — despite being told by you it's not exactly encouraged — Vander is convinced you're not real sometimes.

The arcane has been long gone now. Yet, here you are. Living, breathing, proof that its remnants linger in pumping hearts and honey-sweet skin. With just your voice, you make his knees buckle and his cock strain through the material of his pants.

Just the whisper of your name has his entire day derailed as he thinks and thinks and thinks of you.

Oh, (Y/N).

You're his undoing.

Gooseflesh spread at your touch and Vander groans as you settle yourself between his legs. That haunting touch makes its way to his crotch, ghosting along his aching rod, up his soft stomach, and towards his chest. It rests there and his heart threatens to escape his ribcage. The heat from your cunt has him sighing and settling his hands on the arch of your back. It makes you chuckle.

"Please, darlin'," he begs, "I been needing you so badly. All day."

There's no way you can deny him. Not when your cock jumps at the airy tone he has, that gravelly husk that comes with it. It peeks up, just as hard as his. He can feel it drag along his own and he tightens his grip on you.

"Yeah?" You nose at his neck, trailing your painted lips down. The hairs on his chest tickle your cheek when you place your face there, breathing against his perk nipples.

"Shit, yeah. Can't you feel me?" He grows a bit bolder in his next move. Urging your hips forward so he can feel your wet folds, forcing your stiff cock to rub up. The motion makes your eyes flutter close, sighing against his pebbling nub.

"For such a big man, you're such a teddy bear," you lift your hips, lining his thick head with your needy cunt. He laughs, his masked face tilting downwards as his blue-grey eyes all but glow in excitement.

"I've been told I am a bear," his words end a moan when you slip him inside. The bowl of condoms littered just about everywhere outside this room wasn’t there for decoration. They were there for the John’s and Jane’s who needed them.

But you know Vander. You’ve been the only thing he’s been hitting and you make sure the rest of your clients are always wrapped up.

Everything about him is thick so it’s no surprise you feel the twinge of discomfort as you accommodate to his size. It lingers briefly but once the mushroom tip of his dick is inside pleasure runs up your spine.

“Oh fuck yes,” you wrap your arms around his neck and press your chest together. He instantly embraces you, adjusting his grip to your ass again so he can help you straddle his legs.

“Fuck, baby. Your dick is so big,” and for once you’re not lying about it.

Vander’s a big boy. His thick arms, square jaw, the delicious shape of his nose; his wide chest and sturdy shoulders, and his soft but firm stomach. Fuck, everything about Vander makes your head fill warm.

His dick twitches inside you as you slide down. The snout of the wooden mask bumps into your forehead and you laugh as he leans in.

“S’fuckin’ needy,” he has no protests. You reach for the bottom of the mask and push it up, blinding him but rewarding him with your lips. His beard is soft. As you feel through it, you cup his jaw and he groans into the kiss.

More of him inches inside of you and halfway down, you’re pulling away to breathe. His fingers are going to leave handprints with how roughly he holds you; flesh spilling from the gaps of his greedy digits.

“Fuck, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, say my name, baby.”

Vander grunts when you fix the mask into place. When you lean back, he takes in the sight of the bump on your stomach.

“Perv.” His dick twitches again. So you laugh.

“Absolutely rotten.”

Your eyes slip close as you let gravity take over. Fuck, the way your hips buck up and twitch as he fills you up has his toes curling. You’re dripping wet, the thick and clear liquid travelling down his balls.

“You’re so fuckin’ hard,” he thumbs at your cock. When he uses his knuckles to stroke it, his mouth goes dry at the way it twitches and righteously stands tall.

“All ‘cus of you,” you purr. Vander groans, now idly touching the bump of his dick and you sigh as he presses down on it.

“Ooooh fuck, Vander.”

He rolls your hips, moving to ground his heels into the bed but you beat him to it. Your hands brace his knees and you lift up and up and up — his tip bumping into yours in the brief time it’s out of you — then slipping him all the way inside again.

Vander curses, his accent thickening as you throw his head back.

You chew on your bottom lips, savouring the explosion of pleasure behind your eyelids. As you look at his heaving chest, you cannot stop the sharp grin that crawls onto your face.

Placing one hand on his shoulder, you put your thighs to work. Vander is at your mercy. Panting and moaning behind the mask as he watches your work on his cock. Riding him, grinding down on him, using his thick dick for your pleasure.

Your other hand leads his own to a surprise.

Between your ass that he adores so much, he bucks up when he feels the base of a plug inside of your ass.

“Oh, you liked that,” you moan. All high and airy as you slow down into grinding, thighs burning. Vander is tugging onto the plug and your rim stretches as he teases it in and out.

“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he growls out.

“You’ll die happy, don’t — mngh — duh-don’t...Shit, Vander. Baby. Oh fuuuck.”

The exhaustion of the day has seeped out from him it seems. He’s leaning forward, caging you between his raised knees and firm front.

In one smooth movement, your back bounces on the bed and he’s on top of you. The acoustic of the wooden mask makes him sound like an animal as he growls above you, he huffs and pants like a proper wolf.

You share a long look, even as he rocks in and out of you and you feel your heavy eyelids threaten to squeeze shut. He braces onto his elbows, his weight on you making you whine and keen.

He takes the reigns and smiles when you reach to take his mask off. It thuds onto the carpet, mere inches away from your own mask.

“Hey, handsome.” You stroke over his cheekbones, gasping into his mouth as he kisses you. A particularly deep thrust makes you arch off the bed and it distracts you from his deft hands pulling out your plug.

“Your cunts got me all nice and wet,” he growls into your ear. “Perfect for fucking your ass then,” you whisper back.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” He slips out and you whimper at the loss. You’re not empty for long. He taps his tip onto your winking hole and you chew on the insides of your cheeks in anticipation.

“C’mon, baby. Fuck me.”

“Yes, sir,” he purrs with a devillishly handsome smile.

He rights his posture, holding your ankles in one grip and folding your legs so your knees are nearly at your chest.

The stretch makes you toss your head to the side, cunt gaping as he fixates on the sight of your greedy holes.

Vander spits onto your hole and pushes in deeper. It makes you sing like a proper whore. Clutching onto the sheets while your chest heaves.

God, when he takes over like this — it makes you fantasize about how good it’d feel to wake up in his bed for once — but fantasies like that are dangerous. Vander is smarter than that, he’d know better than to bring a whore back home. Especially a whore like you.

His heavy balls slap against your ass. It knocks the breath out of you. You cry out, tears pricking your eyes when he strokes your dick. Vander splits your thighs and he holds your face with so much care you feel your heart pound our of your chest.

“(Y/N),” when he moans your name you want nothing more than to keep him here with you forever.

When he fucks up into your ass, you inch forward with every strong thrust. So he holds you down, keeping you in place as he stretches out your ass. The friction on your dick makes you even wetter. But you still hiss in discomfort as your rim clenches around him. Vander pants above you, slowing to a stop.

“Lube, darlin’?”

You nod, gesturing to the nightstand. Vander kisses you, pulling out as he turns and grabs the strawberry-scented bottle. You lay out on the bed, breathing heavily as you recompose yourself.

Vander lubes his dick up, eyeing your cunt a little too hungrily for your liking. So you knock your knees together, staring at him pointedly when he blinks innocently at you. “No double dipping,” you warn. Vander scoffs, grinning loosely.

“I know that, boy.” “D’you?”

Your expression makes him snort. He parts your legs again, smearing some lube on your hole before he presses his heavy cock inside of you again.

“‘Course I do. Your cunt’s just so sexy, can’t help but stare.”

“Yeah? Should I call another client and make him fuck my pussy while you fuck my ass?” You’re goading him. He realizes that. But the flash of jealousy that comes across his face is not something he can control.

Vander doesn’t respond. Merely grunting as he fucks into you. You yelp at the strength he’s using, cursing as you’re dragged onto his dick. Helpless as he uses you.

“Yuh - You pissed?” he glares at you but shakes his head.

“No.”

“Yer' a shitty liar.” You moan out his name as he turns you over onto your stomach, barely having time to process his movements as he pulls you onto your knees. He’s bruising you with his grip and when he spanks your ass, you know it’ll be sore till the next day. Every spank makes you tighten up around him. He presses between your shoulder blades and you are keen as he reaches deeper than before.

“M’just joking, Vander,” you pant out. “It’s all yours, all of it — all of me.“

Vander vengeance is in his hips. An unrelenting force that turns your body into nothing but a conduit of pleasure. Your gummy walls are torn between pushing him out and keeping him in — it doesn't matter, in the end, the one with power over you was him. There's bliss in relinquishing control. It's a whisper of voices, serenading you to a high that even the strongest drugs could barely scratch.

Or maybe you were just an addict for sex — or just Vander.

No seasoned whore lets their guard down with a client. There's a degree of trust needed. It's surface level. The bond between you and Vander — there's something oddly binding about it. You've heard of the religions scattered around the world. Of monks who abstain from worldly pleasures, those who worship an entire militia of gods, and those who only believed in one Maker; they spoke with such certainty of their beliefs. The punishment and euphoria waiting for them at the end of the line.

Fucking Vander feels like religion. When he makes your body burn from the inside out with a lust only he can quench — you're doomed and there's no one to blame but yourself.

That's a lie, you bite down on the bedsheets as you feel his balls slap against your cunt and dick. There's someone to blame for putting Vander in your way, (Y/N).

"Shit, sweetheart. I'm close," Vander groans. You moan, forcing yourself to reach back so you can kiss him. Vander feels his heart hammering, reaching to pinch your cock between his fingers to distract himself from these bubbling emotions.

Loving you was a freedom he had long forgotten about. Hearing you moan out his name, digging your nails into his skin and kissing him so deeply. He aches for you — his veins burn when he even thinks he sees you in the crowd.

He loves you.

Vander murmurs something on your lips that you don't catch. But you're too far gone to acknowledge your senses. You're so close to unraveling. Teetering on that edge of bliss as Vander holds you like he wants your bodies to become moulded together like clay.

"Vander, Vander — "

He slips his fingers inside your cunt. You gasp, feeling yourself clench around him like a vice as you squirt onto his fingers and cum around his dick. Vander is close behind, growling out your name as he thrusts in balls deep and floods your ass with his thick ropes of cum.

The both of you ride off the orgasm. His hips still fucking in and out of you in shallow motions that have your breath hitching with every drag and poke. Vander slips his fingers out and brings it to your lips — you chuckle softly, letting them inside as you clean his talented digits.

"How much did you pay the madame?" You nuzzle into his neck, relying on him to hold you up. He kisses your shoulders, his beard tickling your skin as his hands roam your front.

"Long enough. You sick of me already, darling?"

Don't think that's possible, you thought with a loose grin. Vander groans into your mouth as you grab his chin and kiss him.

"Don't flatter yourself, baby."

Vander looks younger when he rests. Not like a boy again, just younger. The lines on his face were less prominent and the softness of his body was more inviting. You're tracing mindless shapes into his chest, chastising the city of Zaun for beginning its morning cycle. The noises from beyond the window are beginning to shift from the noisy nightlife of hookers calling for Johns and booming music from clubs to the food stalls opening and wagons being pulled along the worn-down roads.

You can hear the thudding of Vander's heart under your ear. It squeezes your own so you lift your head and gaze down at him, just taking him in from a new angle. The door clicks and Vander's brows pinch but he does not stir. He trusts you enough to rest. For you to keep vigil over him.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" his voice drawls like a thick caramel. A seductive purr with a certain husk that tingles your senses. The tall, lanky, man enters the room and he is shameless as he takes the both of you in.

"He paid for the whole night, not the day." Silco comments. "He gets a pass on good behavior. What do you need?" Vander's hand is carefully guided to hold one of the pillows and you carefully move to stand.

Silco takes in the sight of you. Moving forward, he grasps your chin in his hand and tilts your head back; "He's always been such a possessive man."

"Yeah? He marked you up like this too?" He regards you with a tepid glance. "Sir," you add smoothly. Giving him a half-hearted grin.

It works. Silco's eyes soften, just slightly but it's a crutch you're leaning on. He likes you more than he'd like to admit and you're beginning to feel guilty for all these emotions brewing inside of you for these two brothers-in-arms.

"Did you learn anything from tonight, (Y/N)?" Silco looks past you to Vander. Turning his voice into a whispering tone that feels more romantic than he probably intended it to.

You contemplate telling him. Pursing your lips for a second before you lean in and embrace Silco, pressing your lips up his jaw and whispering in his ear.

"He's friends with the Sheriff. Grayson. But he worries." "About?" Silco's hands wrap around your waist, shadowing Vander's marks with his own. "He worries about the fresh meat she has on her team. Piltover's steady now but one incident and he doubts he'll be able to keep the peace, no matter how hard Grayson tries. The children," you pause and he turns his head to look at you. You gulp thickly, then continue: "The eldest daughter, Vi, she's getting restless. Dangle bait and she'll bite."

Silco stares for a moment. You take him in, unable to stop the grin that crawls on your face as he presses a long kiss to your lips.

"Well done, (Y/N)." His praise had once been something akin to a drug to you, a high you desperately needed to keep your doubts at bay. A soothing coolness that'll keep this rage inside of you to a lukewarm temperature; the promise that Piltover will soon fall to its knees to Zaun had been your motivation to live for years now.

Yet, your chest tightens and your stomach twists as his words wash over you.

"Of course, sir."

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MAGNETIC ; James Potter

part ll of the series Dumb Decisions

⇨ summary: The bond starts pulling. Literally. You and James struggle to stay more than a few feet apart without the universe throwing a tantrum. The professors are watching. The Marauders are plotting. And your friends are catching on way too fast for your liking.

⇨ warnings/notes: use of y/n, curse words, minor inconsistencies ?), accidental magic injury, mild angst, shared emotions, denial, mutual pining, professors whispering about it in the staff room, platonic marauders x reader shared sensations, magical tether hijinks, accidental touching, denial galore, platonic friendships, magnetic bond effects, chaotic Marauders.

⇨ a/n: not my best piece but I promise in chapter 3 things will get more entertaining! hope u enjoyy

⇨ word count: 2.5k

The moment you walk into Magical Theory, you just know you're screwed.

Flitwick's voice is high and chipper as ever, but the second he waves his wand and the chalkboard spells out Partnered Spell Mapping Project – Assigned Pairs, your stomach drops.

There, in clean, cursive gold script under Group 3, are your names:

Potter, James & L/N, Y/N

You blink. Then blink again.

"Absolutely not," you mutter, already turning around to head back out. But before you can make it two steps, you feel a pull behind your sternum—a little jolt that sends your knees locking to keep from stumbling forward. You don’t even need to look to know what’s happening.

James Potter has just walked in.

Like gravity clocking in for its shift, the bond snaps taut.

You're dragged a half-step forward. James lurches as well, catching himself on the doorframe with a scowl. You lock eyes.

"Don't say it," you warn.

"I'm not saying anything," he says, walking toward the only empty desk left in the classroom. It’s the only two-seater. Of course it is. Of course.

You grit your teeth and follow him, muttering hexes under your breath that would make Professor Babbling faint.

By the time you sit down beside him—because you literally can’t sit anywhere else—the entire classroom is buzzing. People whisper. Someone snickers. Behind you, sirius clears his throat in the most obnoxiously dramatic way imaginable.

“Synchronized seating achieved,” he announces, his voice hushed but loud enough for everyone to hear. “This is stage three, Moony.”

Remus looks up from his notes. “Stage three of what?”

“The Bonded Idiots Timeline. Stage one was bickering. Stage two was eye contact over pumpkin juice. This—” Sirius gestures to you and James sitting stiffly, arms crossed in the exact same pose without realizing it “—this is full-blown couple mirroring.”

“Stage four is hand-holding,” Peter adds from behind them, nodding wisely.

“Stage four is denial-fueled hand-holding,” Sirius corrects. “Very different from voluntary. Moony, write that down.”

“I’m not writing any of this down,” Remus says, but he does slide the parchment closer to himself.

You glare at them all over your shoulder. “We can hear you.”

“Brilliant,” Sirius beams. “Now lean in a bit more, yeah? Get the symmetry perfect.”

You roll your eyes and try to focus as Flitwick launches into the lesson, but it’s impossible.

Every time you shift in your seat, James does too. When you lean your head on your hand, he mirrors you—not on purpose, but it happens, and it happens again, and again. A twitch of your foot? His twitches too. You reach to scratch your neck? He does it the second after. It’s like watching two synchronized swimmers drown in embarrassment.

The worst part? You don’t notice half of it until someone points it out.

“Are you two breathing at the same time?” Marlene whispers from the row beside you, her eyes narrowed. “I swear to Merlin—”

“We are not,” you whisper back.

James—at the exact same time—whispers, “We are not.”

A pause. You both freeze.

Dorcas, watching from the back, slowly leans over to Lily and says, “Did they just say that in unison?”

Lily puts down her quill. “We need to take them to the Hospital Wing. Or the altar. One or the other.”

You bury your face in your hands. “I hate this. I hate this so much.”

James sighs beside you, slumping back into his chair. You slump too. At the same moment.

Flitwick, trying very hard not to smile, waves his wand and sends floating parchment worksheets fluttering down the rows. Yours and James’s land in perfect sync.

“Partners,” Flitwick says kindly, “you’ll need to trace magical affinity loops together. Hands over the parchment, left and right. No wands. Just wand-less magic”

You stare at the paper. Then at James.

He stares back.

“No,” you say flatly.

“It’s homework,” he says, equally flat.

“I’m not touching your hand.”

“I’m not asking you to—”

“Good.”

“Good!”

Another long pause.

Your hands move toward the parchment at the same time. Both of you freeze mid-air when you realize.

“Oh my God,” you groan.

“Just do it,” James mutters.

You reach down, palms hovering over the glowing golden sigil on the page. James’s hand hovers beside yours. The moment your pinkies brush?

Zap.

A crack of magic pulses through the paper, flaring gold like a mini sunburst. The parchment jumps. So do you.

Flitwick claps, delighted. “Excellent! Strong magical resonance!”

“Strong? Professor, the paper exploded!” Marlene exclaims.

“It sparked like a firework.” Peter adds.

“I think they just accidentally activated a marital charm.” Remus says.

You look at James. James looks at you.

They're being stupid, right?

And for one stupid, reckless, dangerous second, your hands don’t move apart.

The world around you fades. Just a bit. Not enough to be romantic—but just enough to be terrifying. Like the bond is holding its breath, waiting.

Then James jerks back, rubbing his palm.

“Bloody thing stings,” he mutters.

You snap out of it too, scribbling nonsense onto your parchment just to look busy.

From the back row, Lily turns to Dorcas.

“I’m giving it a week.”

“A week until what?” Dorcas asks.

“A week until she admits it,” Lily says.

Dorcas snorts. “A week until he admits it. She’ll go down swearing it’s an allergic reaction.”

“Do not put this in the betting pool,” Lily says, already scribbling down a galleon in the corner of her notebook.

“Oh, I am the betting pool,” Marlene grins.

In the Great Hall, the bond goes feral.

You sit across from James. A safe distance. Healthy. Mentally and physically responsible. You even put the jug of pumpkin juice between you like a barrier.

And then—

“OW,” you gasp.

Your fork clatters. You press a hand to your elbow.

James winces, rubbing his. “Okay. What did you hit?”

“I didn’t hit anything—”

And then you get yanked forward. The jug crashes to the floor.

Sirius shrieks as juice splashes his robes. “My jacket! Do you know how expensive this was?”

You and James freeze.

You’re nose to nose across the table. Breathing the same air. Sharing the same wide-eyed panic.

Across the staff table, Professor McGonagall raises a single, dark eyebrow.

Next to her, Professor Slughorn leans in to mutter, “Three days. I say three days before they crack.”

McGonagall sips her tea without blinking. “Five. She’s stubborn.”

Flitwick: “One galleon on the staircase scene. Bet it ends in a confession.”

Sprout: “I want it to end in a duel. Much more exciting.”

You storm into the common room after dinner, dragging James behind you by the wrist because you tried to leave without him, and the bond yanked you both down the steps like ragdolls.

You’re still yelling.

“This is YOUR fault! You’re the one who cast that stupid hex!”

James protests, “You cast the Latin one!”

Sirius is upside down on the couch, watching like it’s Quidditch finals. “Did you try holding hands? Might stabilize the current.”

You hurl a cushion at him. “SHUT UP!”

Peter walks by with toast in hand. “You two okay?”

“No,” James says.

“Yes,” you snap.

The Marauders share a look.

Remus: “They’re going to kill each other.”

Sirius: “Or shag.”

Peter: “What if they shag and then kill each other?”

You’re halfway through storming out of the library when the bond yanks you backwards by the waist.

“Don’t you dare—”

You scramble to hold onto the doorframe, but the magic is relentless. You skid back into the room like a cursed marionette, colliding right into James’s chest with a solid thump. His arms snap out instinctively to steady you, and for a split second, he looks as surprised as you are.

"Merlin," he breathes. "You actually left. You left."

"You were being insufferable."

"I made one joke."

"You compared me to Amos Diggory."

James runs a hand through his hair, exasperated. "It was a comparison of study techniques, not—"

"He's not even in NEWT-level Theory."

"Exactly! That was the joke!"

You scowl and try to step away, but the bond tightens like a leash. You only make it a few inches before it tugs sharply and drags you two inches closer, flush up against him again.

James sighs, dropping his head back dramatically. “This is so dumb.”

“You’re dumb,” you mutter without thinking.

It’s childish. It's stupid. It’s also your third argument this week.

And it had started well.

—

An hour earlier, you were sitting across from him at a quiet table in the back of the library—far enough from the Slytherins to avoid judgment, close enough to the Restricted Section that Madam Pince occasionally narrowed her eyes at you both. James had slouched back, hair messy, glasses pushed up his nose, one hand holding open The Arcane Principles of Paired Magic while the other sketched slow, bored circles with his quill on the table.

“Hey,” he’d said suddenly, voice quiet and oddly serious. “You know what’s weird?”

“What?” you’d mumbled, trying to focus on your notes.

He didn’t answer for a moment. Just looked at you.

Then: “You’re the only person who doesn’t flinch when I’m like… me.”

You paused. That wasn’t what you’d expected.

“…When you’re you?”

“You know. Loud. Rude. Obsessed with Quidditch. Joking all the time.” He’d offered a lopsided smile. “Most people tolerate me. You punch me in the arm and tell me to shut up.”

“Because you never shut up.”

“Exactly.”

Your eyes met. A strange, soft silence settled between you.

He looked so earnest. The air buzzed faintly—bond quiet, humming under your ribs.

You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but before you could, James grinned and added, "Bet Malfoy would’ve kissed you by now."

And just like that, the moment shattered.

You blinked. Your heart went cold. “What?”

“I’m joking,” he said quickly. “Sort of. I mean—he’s very eager, isn’t he?”

Your jaw tightened. “You’re bringing up Lucius Malfoy while we’re magically tethered together and studying under duress?”

James shrugged, flippant. “I mean, if you’re into charming mediocrity—”

You slammed your book shut. “You’re a bloody child, Potter.”

James flinched like you’d struck him, but covered it with a smirk. “Says the one storming out mid-study session.”

You had stormed out. Furious. Humiliated. Flushed with heat that had nothing to do with attraction and everything to do with the way he made you feel stupid, off-balance, and out of control.

Then the bond had grabbed you like a lasso.

—

Now, tangled in his arms again, nose-to-nose from the recoil, your voice drops to a furious whisper.

“You don’t get to be sweet one second and cruel the next.”

His jaw clenches. “I wasn’t trying to be cruel.”

“You brought up Lucius.”

“Because you keep pretending I don’t matter to you!”

That stops you.

The air crackles.

James swears under his breath and looks away, cheeks red. “Forget it. That was dumb.”

“No. Say it again.”

“You heard me.”

You step back—or try to. The bond tightens. Your ribs pull forward again, chest-to-chest with him, like the universe is begging for confrontation.

“I’m not pretending,” you snap. “I’m trying to survive this! You’re like a hurricane. And I’m tired of getting tossed around.”

James's voice is low and rough. “I don’t want to toss you around. I just want you to look at me the way you look at him.”

You stare at him. “You don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I do,” you whisper, voice shaking, “I’ll want more. And I can’t have that. Not with you.”

Silence.

Thick. Unbearable.

Then James swallows. And he says, barely audible, “Why not me?”

You look at him, heart pounding—and for a second, you almost answer.

But instead, you whisper: “Because you’ll break my heart.”

Then you storm off.

The bond yanks you back five seconds later, slamming you against his chest again like divine punishment.

James winces. You groan.

From a nearby bookshelf, Sirius mutters, “Betting pool says one of them cries before midnight.”

Remus, watching in sympathy, writes something quietly on a piece of parchment:

Stage Five: Fighting like lovers. Still not dating.

The Betting Pool (Staff Room Edition)

The door to the Hogwarts staff lounge swings shut with a heavy click, muffling the buzz of enchanted quills and distant staircase grumblings.

Professor McGonagall lowers herself into the high-backed tartan chair at the head of the long table. She looks tired. Annoyed. Amused.

Behind her, Professor Flitwick floats in on a cushioned charm, already snickering.

“They nearly broke the Restricted Section door,” he announces cheerfully. “Pomona, you owe me two Sickles.”

“I said they’d fight within three days, not that they’d cause property damage,” Professor Sprout huffs, pushing her herbology glasses up her nose. “You lot keep changing the terms.”

“I keep track,” says Madam Hooch, legs kicked up on a trunk, blowing on her tea. “We’re at stage six. Physical tug, emotional vulnerability, and a refusal to acknowledge feelings. Classic pre-confession spiral.”

Professor Slughorn twirls the end of his mustache, beaming. “I told you! I told you she’d storm out. Y/N L/N is nothing if not dramatic. Gloriously so.”

“Did you see the look on Potter’s face when the bond yanked her back?” Professor Burbage asks, flipping through a copy of Witch Weekly. “He looked like he’d been hexed in the heart.”

“Deserved it,” drawls Madam Pince from her corner. “I nearly hexed him myself when he knocked over a shelf of alchemical glossaries.”

McGonagall raises a hand. Silence falls.

“We are,” she says crisply, “not technically allowed to encourage romantic entanglements between students.”

A long pause.

Slughorn: “But hypothetically—”

Sprout: “Purely academically—”

Hooch: “Magically speaking, it’s quite fascinating.”

McGonagall sighs and rubs her temples. “How large is the betting pool now?”

Flitwick waves his wand and conjures a floating scroll. It unfurls dramatically across the table, glowing names and time-stamped wagers etched in gold ink.

THE GREAT POTTER/L/N TETHER DEBACLE – OFFICIAL STAFF BETTING LEDGER

Current Wagers:

Professor Sprout: Full confession in the greenhouse, triggered by a Venomous Tentacula mishap. (Odds: 12:1)

Madam Hooch: Midnight Quidditch pitch showdown. Either a kiss or a brawl. Maybe both. (Odds: 7:1)

Professor Burbage: They’ll admit feelings during a Transfiguration mishap—possibly involving matching Animagus forms. (Odds: 15:1)

Professor Slughorn: One will break a bone during a tether snap, leading to a tearful hospital wing confession. (Odds: 9:1)

Professor Flitwick: They’ll get caught making out behind the Charms corridor tapestry. Bonus if it’s during an argument. (Odds: 5:1)

Professor McGonagall: ...No bet entered. (But she’s secretly monitoring the situation with silent, iron-clad judgment.)

“Any new wagers?” Flitwick asks innocently.

“I’d like to add a double or nothing clause,” says Slughorn, leaning forward. “If they kiss before the next full moon, I win five Galleons.”

“You’re all unhinged,” McGonagall mutters.

“Come on, Minerva,” Sprout teases. “Even you are invested.”

“I’m invested in preventing another textbook from getting soaked in dragon bile.”

“Which happened because they were bickering over a shared quill,” Flitwick reminds her with a grin. “Honestly, it’s textbook bonded tension.”

McGonagall sips her tea. “If one of them hexes the other by accident, we’re calling in a specialist.”

Slughorn raises a brow. “A romantic counselor?”

“A cursebreaker.”

“But also a romantic counselor,” Burbage adds, chuckling.

Outside, thunder rumbles. A magical gust flutters the curtains—and with it, a faint echo of two familiar voices yelling at each other in the distance.

Hooch leans back and smirks.

“Five Sickles says they’re holding hands by Friday.”

McGonagall closes her eyes.

“Merlin save us all.”

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steddieunderdogfics · 2 months ago

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @griefabyss69! GriefAbyss has 97 fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and 92 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by GriefAbyss:

Quiet Nights

Still Motion

Vulture

Concrete Lovers

All Is Fine

"If you're looking for quality Steddie smut, Grief's profile is where it's at. There's such variety to the fics they write, that I feel like there's something for all tastes. If there's a very specific spicy tag you're looking for, they probably have a fic for that.Their phillia series is particularly delightful." -- anonymous

Below the cut, GriefAbyss answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I write Steddie because we were given enough in canon to build a solid foundation of these characters—but not nearly enough to be satisfied. They’re also so easy to put into different situations, and in my case that usually means bondage! I think they’re both really interesting, well acted, and for me, they both ping that feeling you get when a character has a specific trait/experience/etc that you do. Also I really enjoy doing character explorations through sex and sex adjacent themes, especially BDSM/kink. What a character is or isn’t into can say a lot! More surface level; I like it when men are hot, especially with each other. :’ )

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Is there a trope name for when two people are just messing around—wrestling or whatever—and accidentally get turned on and it becomes this push and pull thing where you know the embarrassment isn’t going to win out but the tension is still so good that you’re still like cheering from the stands when they start making out? Probably. I don’t know it though. That kind of thing is fantastic, especially if they’re rivals/enemies/etc.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Getting together, 100%. It’s the majority of what I write over all of my work no matter what type of writing it is! I also love to subvert the classic romance / sex / friendship scripts, so there’s a lot of buddyfucking and first kisses after sex (sorry to my LARP AU readers lmao). I’d say that kink discovery ties in with that well, because it’s rare for me to write a getting together story without sex, and it’s rare for me to write sex without getting kink involved.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Here are three that are my faves, and I think might become other people’s new favorites! All three are very different, but they’re so well written and give you something really good—or interesting—to chew on. dog at the door by cchapsticck is hands down my FAVORITE, in the way that it’ll gut you so beautifully. I read it during a time where it was very cathartic (life is sad, gross, and dumb sometimes, to be suuuper reductive lmao), and I’m waiting for a good time to revisit it. Take the tags seriously, this is 100% a horror story. your dog or your bullet but i'm always a/stray by andwhatyousaid is another gorgeous fic with dog in the title that will gut you, but in a much kinder way. I also read this at a time where it hit me in a very cathartic way—this is more about the survival and growth after a certain kind of horror. Leomund's Lamentable Belaborment Makes It Hard To Graduate High School by perceived_nobility is the first fic I read that really nailed Eddie’s internal voice in my opinion! If you’re a fan of depictions of Eddie with ADHD, this is absolutely for you. It has a lot of details in it that feel so real to life too.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

It’s more of a genre, but erotic horror. I’ve been trying to sink my teeth into it but it still comes out either too erotic with little horror, or too horror with little eroticism. I have the vague plot ideas, but I don’t have the balance yet! Related (or not, who knows), I haven’t written sex pollen yet, which I think is strange because I love complicated sexual tension! I do have notes written down on how I want to go about it though, so it’ll be a part of my WIP city at some point.

What is your writing process like?

Sometimes I get a flash of something that would be hot or beautiful or interesting, and open a doc and start writing before it disappears. If I’m not at home I have to make do with writing down the gist of the idea on my phone which is... fine. I think I’ve lost some good ideas to just being at work and unable to do much with them when they’re right there in my fingers instead of gathering dust lost in the back of my mind. I do have an ideas document that is miles long at this point, though! And approx 65 WIPs. So I have plenty to work with. Other times I spend months and months daydreaming about something, examining the plot/themes/etc over and over from different POVs, until it eventually just comes out of me with little input. I have a WIP that comes to mind, where I got up one day and started writing and like three days later—I ate and slept I promise—I had 50K. That was in October, and now it’s a respectable 70K+, because life got in the way of my momentum, and I had other WIPs to finish sooner. When this happens it’s like I’m possessed by writing ghosts.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Mostly just an extreme pickiness about my writing environment! I need to be alone, have a specific word processor (if anybody knows of a Linux equivalent for microsoft WordPad, win7 edition, hit me up), headphones—usually with white noise AND music playing, and sweatpants on. Some of my friends get fully dressed to write at a desk, and I wear what’s basically pajamas to write while sitting on my couch :’ )

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule? Oh my god I’ve learned my lesson with this one. For every fic I’ve written except for two of them, I fully finished writing and editing before posting them. I didn’t do that for one chaptered fic, and managed a decent update schedule, but with the second one… well, to the people who are waiting on a Vulture update, it’s coming soon! Thanks for your patience! It’s much easier for me to have a full fic to work off of, to change as I like, especially when it’s been a month since I’ve had the chance to even look at it. I think once Vulture’s done, I’m going back to strictly finishing before posting, though people have been very encouraging on it even though it’s not finished <3

Which fic are you most proud of?

I’m giving you two answers because I’m breaking the rules lmao 1. The first fic I ever finished and posted: Hell Patrol - It was kind of terrifying to share a piece of myself like that, especially in a fandom with so many people. I used to have a blog back in the day where I posted original art that got like no attention, which suited me well enough because attention seemed like a double edged sword at best—until this! So far 99.9999% of people have been nice. I’ve posted a lot, so I don’t really get nervous anymore, and I’ve gotten more comfortable writing what I want to. Mostly I get nervous about finding time to write everything I want to! 2. Silence Awakened - This was written for @steddiesmuttyseptember, and I really pushed both my ability to write under a tight deadline and my ability to turn something I thought was a very rough first draft into something I ended up liking a lot. I also had the idea for the gag sitting for a while, and was really happy to finally have a use for it! I’m not sure that I feel strongly proud of any of them over others, I think I’m just proud that I’ve finished things after a lifetime of struggling to finish any creative projects I started, and proud that my writing is—hopefully—getting better!

How did you get the idea for Quiet Nights?

This was another @steddiesmuttyseptember story! There were prompts: Soft and Slow, Backseat, Clothes On. Those really helped me get started, and I find it fun to write about public sex and also the idea of getting stuck on the side of the road with your hot best friend, so this was fairly easy to write. It was definitely one of those “I daydreamed about this for months and it fell out of me” fics. I also really like Steve’s car and need to write more about it :’ )

When writing Still Motion, what was something you didn’t expect?

This is the first fic I wrote where I felt like I was finally getting a handle on Steve’s voice, which was a nice surprise! I also had such a strong idea for the premise, but not for the ending, so figuring out how to carry that through but still having a satisfying end to the story was harder than I expected. I’m really glad I figured it out, though.

What inspired Vulture?

For anyone who’s read Vulture, this might sound weird, but trauma. It’s absolutely not 1:1 in the fic (and the story isn’t even really about trauma at all, despite the traumatized characters), but sometimes you gotta write about something through 100 filters and let that writing be a comfortable place to live in. Maybe some of the adjacent themes crept in, but it’s not really a puzzle or a mystery to solve—ultimately the story changed so much after the first few chapters that it isn’t really about that anymore. This is one of those WIPs that I come back to when I need some place where I can solve the problems that come up and it doesn’t even take anything away from me to do it. Also I wanted to explore a way more fun part of life, which is hearing an album so good you would eat it if it was possible, and then add in the sexual tension between Steve and Eddie, plus the vulnerable tension of their feelings.

What was your favorite part to write from Vulture?

I have a lot of favorite parts from this! It’s a pleasure to write, when I have the time to actually sit down and get to it. (Though I did write myself into a corner and had trouble fixing that, which halted progress on it, but I should be able to update it this month unless my life Gets In The Way <3) A few favorites are: 1. When Steve found out Eddie gave nobody else a copy of the tape. 2. The scene where Eddie’s sitting behind the counter at Family Video with Steve, severely sleep deprived, and the follow up scene where Eddie visits Steve at Family Video and brings him something. 3. The callback to the play wrestling scene in Chapter 1 in Chapter 8. That was a long time coming! Especially since I wrote Chapter 8 after a long break from working on this.

How do/did you feel writing Concrete Lovers?

This was a WIP I started almost a full year ago, because so many people were so nice about Acceptance and Negation, which is the first forniphilia/human furniture story I wrote. I wasn’t going to write more of A&N, so I started this one because not only did I want to revisit this kink very badly, but many people have said A&N opened them up to it. So this was written for the human furniture enjoyers, old and new! Including me. I felt great writing it, even though it sat at a dead end for months and months in my WIP folder. The fic I was writing for Dom Eddie week had turned into oh no they’re both switches, and so I decided this was a great chance to work on Concrete Lovers. I love this style of domming, especially from Eddie, who’s always so dramatic that writing him being so casual and playful about domming someone—even if he doesn’t know that’s what he’s doing—is really, really fun. And Steve, man. In A&N I was able to articulate something so fundamental to what I enjoy about enemies to lovers, and the beginnings of getting into a kink you had no idea you had, but I needed to get back inside of his head and go onto the next step. How does he feel when he trusts Eddie so much that he’ll just shrug and go with the flow, until he’s so at peace and horny that he realizes he’s breaking social rules—and Eddie is letting him? How will he feel afterwards as he struggles to get back to normal? They’re both not knowledgeable about BDSM in this fic on purpose, and so navigating the aftercare was a good exercise in not being too “by the book” about it. So all of that to say I had a lot of fun, especially once I got back into it. Even the idea of it—Steve standing there holding up the incense sticks—is so beautiful in my head, it’s very gorgeous and quiet. I’ve never seen incense holder done in any of my research—or “research”—for this kink, so it was satisfying to take it from my head and make it into something concrete. I’m very happy with this one!

What was the most difficult part of writing All Is Fine?

God. Finishing it. This one was so fun to write—right up until it was the most difficult thing to get through, and not for any particular reason! I’m glad I did it though. I think if I had been more committed to fleshing out the first parts before the sex, the rest of it would’ve been more satisfying to write to be honest.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

The scene in Transcending Dualities where Eddie and Steve both dump their tapes out onto the floor to share music is one I love. I think Steve is a “I listen to everything including Rap and Country” kind of guy, so he had a few of the same tapes as Eddie, and the way Eddie figured that out was really funny :’ ) And the scene in Waves where Steve forces Eddie to keep his mouth open by holding his teeth apart with his fingers. It’s just hot, strange, and vulnerable! It’s one of those ideas that hit me in a flash that I had to write immediately.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Like I said earlier, I hope to update Vulture this month! Other than that, I should have a steddiemicrofic this month, and I’m working on a sequel to Lingual Frenemies for Sub Eddie week in April. And a few other things that I might get done on time for the deadlines for corrodedcoffinfest’s May Mayhem and some steddiesportsau prompts! Also random WIPs I’m tapping away at that might get finished this month. No promises on an update to LARP AU before April but it’s been a while and I did some work on the next installment today. I have a lot of ambitions and very little writing time these days :' )

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Thank you to everyone who runs this blog, it’s made my To Be Read list a million miles longer, and I’ve found some fics here that I really loved! Thank you to whoever nominated me, this made my week! It was such a pleasant surprise <3 Also, thank you to anyone who’s given me any encouragement, or feedback. It’s easy to feel like an outsider in a fandom (especially after not participating in one for many years), but I’ve met a lot of friendly people here <3 Lastly; get weirder with it!!!

Thank you to our author, @griefabyss69, and our nominator! See more of GriefAbyss's works featured on our page throughout the day!

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boba-beom · 2 years ago

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trapped in your game | CHOI YEONJUN NSFW

pairing: bestfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader | genre: oneshot; fluff, smut. best friends to ?? | wc: 1.6 k | warnings: hair tugging, a lot of praises, pet names (, baby, princess, sweetheart, cutie), bsf!yeonjun's just so sweet :(( , physical affection, oral (m receiving), yj a lil rough with it, cum swallowing, smut with plot, not proof read, lmk if I've missed any. | a/n: so I wanna thank @junniieesbby for elongating this idea with me hehe, testing waters out since it's been a while but enjoy <3 this is my comeback guys >:) it's also 5am, so I'm sorry HAHAHA

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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no matter how many times you turn around and rant to your best friend, yeonjun, he's there laying on your bed with his upper body hanging off of the edge and his phone in his hands.

“yeonjun…” you whine, pouting as you ask him, “were you even listening?” you exaggerate a deep huff of disappointment and that catches his attention.

rushing to turn his phone off and throwing it somewhere on your bed amongst your plushies, he lays on his front and reaches his arm out to caress the top of your head.

“okay, okay. I’m listening, what were you saying?” he tilts his head slightly and he mirrors your pout.

“I was saying, I think I’m linking up with this guy next week but I don’t… um...” you trail off, lightly chewing on your bottom lip thinking if you sound dumb worrying about this.

“but you don’t what? you know you can tell me, right?” he’s still caressing the top of your head ever so gently. yeonjun tends to have that aura about him. and it’s been like that for years. it’s not that you were embarrassed to tell him, he never belittles you about these things, or anything in general, but you also didn’t want him to think you were being silly about this.

“I don’t know if I’m good enough at giving head, jjun.” your light whine switched him up in some way.

you always wondered if he’s ever thought of you like that, and the answer is yes. but he knows his priorities as your best friend is that he’s always there for you no matter what. helping you in whatever it is. even when it comes to this.

“but you’ve given head before though?” he sits up, his feet now flat on the ground by your knees. you nod subtly, watching the way the little bulb lights up above his head.

“hmm..” he exaggerates a thinking face, bottom lip protruding before the corners of his lips turn upwards. “show me what you’ve got.”

you know how to kiss. that’s because yeonjun taught you. you know how to turn guys on. that’s because yeonjun taught you. but you’ve managed to give head and have your previous partners and flings come from that, and yeonjun hadn’t taught you. what if he teaches you now? will that make you better at doing it?

“yn? sweetheart, what’s going on in that cute 'lil head of yours?” he leans forward to grab ahold of your hand, which surprisingly lays limp in his palms. “I’ll talk you through it if you want.”

“I can try-“

he shakes his head, cupping the side of your face and his thumb stroking your cheek and slowly lowering to glide across your bottom lip. “Give me your all, c’mon.”

“thanks jjun.” you shoot up an innocent smile, the one that makes his knees weak even when he's sitting down.

you shuffle onto your knees, situating yourself between yeonjun's thighs while your fingers began to skim over the material of his sweatpants. yeonjun, on the other hand, was anticipating the act, leaning back on his elbows to observing you from that angle. he knows how good you are and how good you can be, of course he does because he's taught you these things.

as you watch your best friend look back at you with his sultry eyes, you catch the way he bites down on his bottom lip as your fingers trail closer towards his half hard dick.

"oh, so this is how you tease your flings huh?" his voice was lower than usual, but nothing you've never heard before.

"just find it a little fun when they squirm. you're good at not doing that though jjunie." you finally apply pressure onto his growing dick, stroking him through his sweats and picking up the pace until you see him fighting to throw his head back, but resorting to heavy, shaky breaths.

a hum leaves your mouth when you see yeonjun get harder under your touch, but it doesn't take much longer until you're hooking your fingers under the band of both his sweats and boxers.

your chest heaves a little, it's not the first time you've seen yeonjun's dick, the last time being when you caught him masturbating in his room with his door unlocked and he was wearing headphones. but he had a pretty dick for sure. his girth was a good size, the length wasn't too intimidating but deep inside you were excited. the head had already started to leak clear droplets, veins just beginning to raise to the surface as you wrap your soft hand around his shaft by the base.

he hisses from the pressure you apply, letting out his sigh that he had been holding in for a hot second. you're in awe, never had you touched yeonjun like this before, but to see him react this way just from your simple touches were starting to affect the dampness between your thighs.

"yeonjun, you know, you have a pretty dick." you tell him sweetly.

"thank you kitten— oh my god." he doesn't hold back the small moan in his throat after you had just licked him from the base to the tip with your lips lighting sucking on the head, letting the salty droplets spread across your tongue.

you smile at him once again, observing the way his mouth slacks open and how his pretty, pillowy lips are the same colour as his soft tip. that's something you'll unintentionally engrave in your brain for every time you glance at his lips.

"so.. so.. pretty.." you kiss around his shaft randomly betwen your words, and he responds with his hand in your hair, and lightly tugging it.

"get to it cutie, I wanna know how good you are." he loosens his grip, letting you take more of him into your mouth until he's almost prodding the back of your throat and pulling him out again.

a guttural groan leaves his throat as you repeat the same action a couple more times before you gag from how far in you're taking him. you're usually pretty good at not gagging, even using the squeezing-your-thumb-extremely-tight trick to prevent that, but it still happened.

"hey, hey." yeonjun sat up in urgency, but mentally kicking himself for twitching from the fact tears started to well up. "I'm sure you wanna do good for him, right? now breathe through your nose, your throat's gonna be occupied."

you nod, really listening to his words and you do exactly what he tells you. taking in a couple of deep and steady breaths you wrap your mouth around him again, bobbing your head and inching further until he hits the back of your throat without you gagging.

"oh shit," he gasps, "just like that, princess, just like that."

both of his hands make their way to your hair, gathering them as best as he could into a makeshift ponytail. the suction you have going on was starting to make him feel light headed, twitching in your hold. he couldn't refrain, but you were doing too good. with your hair now in a tight ponytail in one fist, he pushes your head down more until he hears you gag.

an airy chuckle leaves his lips as he moans out your name and other profanities, boosting your ego to keep going. you know he's close when you watch his lower abdomen starting to twitch from under his black hoodie.

"keep going baby, I'm so close. god, you're so good." his heaven sent whines were shooting straight to your core, and you just knew your panties were soaked through from the discomfort against your core.

you let out a strong hum whilst continuing to bob your head, moving your wrist to push him over the edge. your other hand caresses his thigh while his hand is wrapped around your wrist. tight. a few more delicious moans leave your best friends mouth, throwing his head back as he bucks his hips up, close to chasing his high.

"yn, ugh, baby I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." his hold around your wrist tightens as the band in his stomach snaps, feeling the way his cock twitches against your tongue.

you suck on his tip, swirling your wet muscle around it a few times until you taste his cum on your tongue. you let out a surprised moan from the way his load was shooting into your mouth, some even beginning to trickle down the back of your throat.

"ah shit, yn." he chuckles with a hand lazily covering his face. "you're so hot, what the fuck."

you giggle as you lean back on your knees, looking up at him and opening your mouth to show him his load under and around your tongue.

"filthy too, good god." he collects the cum threatening to drip from the corners of your lips as he waits for you to swallow it all and lick the rest from his thumb.

"so was that alright?" you lean your arms across his knees and rest your chin on the back of your hands.

"alright? you did so good baby." he caresses your head again, noticing the way you're refraining from smiling so hard.

"jjun?" you ask, almost a whisper. your fingers tracing invisible shapes across his thighs. he responds with a light hum. "I kind of don't want to see that guy anymore."

"what are you saying?" yeonjun raises an intriguing brow.

"I kinda just want you." there it is again, that precious smile that yeonjun loves to see.

again, he reaches out for you and leads you onto his lap, hovering you over his spent dick. your hands rest on his shoulders, stabilising yourself as he brings his middle and ring finger to stroke up against your clothed slit and rubbing light circles on your clit.

"well, I'm all yours."

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barleyo · 1 year ago

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Hiiii I just read your Daryl fox and omfg I’m frothing at the mouth. HOLY HELL. Anyway I was wondering if you could write another age gap Daryl fic. Maybe this time younger reader has a (very obvious) crush on Dixon. He likes to tease reader and make her blush/ flustered…maybe it eventually leads to some really degrading sex. SORRY I’m so thirsty for this man

Not So Secret.

Modern! Neighbor! Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: please don't apologize for being thirsty for him, because if you're thirsty then i'm downright DEHYDRATED for him :'3 i'm so in love with him!!! like!!! nasty yucky old man!!! who fucks so good and loves younger girls!!! need him fr!! this isn't super plot heavy, sorry for that! hope you like it @dilfismz <3

Tags: age gap (18-19 ish and mid-forties), dub-con, a bit of degradation, public sex, slight name calling, p in v, fingering, overstim

Wordcount: 1k

You must have thought you were so sneaky. That, or you must have thought Daryl was blind. He would have to be to not notice how you stared at him. How you were always conveniently outside in your yard when he was leaving for work was not lost on him. He knew exactly what you were doing when you left your bedroom curtains wide open when you got changed.

It was cute, in a way, but it also pissed him off a little that you were brave enough to do all of that, but not enough to talk to him. You were such a skittish little thing, such a tease.

His breaking point came when you decided to leave your windows and curtains open one night, giving him the opportunity to listen to your moans when you slipped your hands under your panties and played with yourself. He took it upon himself to approach you about your little schemes, ready to get you out of that shell of yours.

The next day was one of the rare ones where he got home from work at the same time that you came home from classes at the local college. Daryl shifted off of his motorcycle once he parked, leaning against it while he waited for you to get out of your car. Once you did, he crossed over the invisible like that separated the two front yards, clearing his throat to get your attention.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. "You're off early, Mr. Dixon," you noted, scanning over his well-worn clothes, stains from dirt, oil, and who knows what else marked over them. He may have looked grimy to others, but to you, he looked his best after work.

"Daryl," he corrected, "and yeah, didn't have much to do today. Actually, I need to talk to you." He pocketed his hands, eyes lazily trailing over your body.

"Oh? About what?" You shifted on your feet, feeling warm at the feeling of his prying gaze.

"Do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?" His tone wasn't rough or aggressive, simply questioning.

You were taken aback, unsure of what to say. "What?"

"Do you think that I can't tell you're trying to drive me crazy on purpose? I might be old, but I'm not blind, girl."

"D—doing what? I don't mean to," you said, knowing that's exactly what you were trying to do.

"Don't play dumb," he warned, stepping into your yard and leaning his face close to yours. "One look at you tells me y'know what you're doing. Shame on you, leading a guy on 'n lying right in his face." His handed ghosted one of your hips, just barely passing over it. "Little tease," he said with a scoff, seeing your face twist in embarrassment.

"I'm not!" You leaned into his touch, urging him to keep his hand anchored on your hip. "I'm just— just nervous, you know?"

"I make you nervous?" Daryl's hands continued to travel your body, landing on your ass to pull you closer to him. "Good. That'll make this more fun."

The hot metal of your car's hood stung your back slightly, but the sting was overpowered by the feeling of finger's curling into you. It made up for the hot discomfort. The humiliation that came with being fucked in public, however, was hard for you to get over. Daryl's other hand was used to cover your mouth, muffling your whines.

"You must want to get caught," he said, eyebrows knitted together. "You're so damn loud, the whole neighborhood could hear you if I moved my hand."

Daryl scissored your hole open further, spreading his fingers that fit comfortably inside. He was nice enough to prep you, but cruel enough to overstimulate you. You had already creamed around his fingers twice, just for the power trip it gave him. Evil bastard.

He could feel you start to squeeze around his fingers again, but this time he pulled them out, stealing your orgasm away from you. His satisfied smirk taunted you.

"Why did you stop?" you asked once he finally moved his hand from your mouth. "I was almost there, so close!"

"Wow, do you really need to cum again?" Daryl undid his belt buckle, chuckling dryly. "You're a needy thing. Like a damn whore, jus' wanting more 'n more from me."

He pinched your clit softly, wanting to hear you squeak again.

"You're so mean," you whined, shutting your legs together to stop him from pinching your sensitive bud again.

Daryl let his eyes roll at your dramatics, pulling you to the edge of the car's hood by your hips. He grunted and pushed his length into you roughly, stretching out your walls. You bit back a moan, not wanting to alert anyone to what was happening. When you felt his cock finally enter all the way in, knocking against your sore g-spot, you leaned your head back on the car's windshield for stability.

He was ruthless with his pace, he was far too pent up to take it slow with you.

"Been waitin' so long for this," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Missed having pussy like this."

He gripped his hands into your hips, fingers digging into them while he pulled you back and forth by them, slamming into you harshly. Slick coated the insides of your thighs and dripped onto the hood of your car every time he pulled out, slowly leaking out of you like a faucet.

"You were jus' what I needed, a sweet, stupid little doll," he said, sharply inhaling.

You clamped tightly over him for a final time, sucking him in deeper than he was used to. The flutter of your cunt sent Daryl over the edge, milking him for all he was worth.

He pulled out, running his eyes over how swollen and full he had left you. A small prideful feeling lit in his chest. He still had it in him, fucking was still his specialty.

"Wait, where are you going?" you huffed, seeing him tuck his dick back into his pants. Before you could protest any further, you felt him pull you up and drag you by the hand.

"I'm not done with you, girl. It's getting too dark out to see. My house or yours?"

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rhiannonsknife · 6 months ago

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AAAHHH IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET!! THANK YOUUUU 🫶🏻

Okay okay, so slightly a spoiler but not important to the plot so dw. Just a bit of context!! At the beginning of the movie, the sisters are awkwardly talking about porn and whatever 💀

What if sister Barnes accidentally stumbles upon some stashed nudy magazines in the library. (Probably stashed by some dumb dudes or whatever) She's curious and flips through them and then boom jump scare! Lil librarian spooks her and she drops them "I wasn't reading that! It was just there, I swear-"

They sit judging the "straight porn" because like ew 🙄

Idk I'm bored and need anything 😔💔 just something small to feed my cravings for the church mouse

-🌿

i’m so happy you liked my last blurb 🌿 anon!! <3

sister barnes moves methodically through the quiet library, her focus on the stack of books in her arms. she’s here for research, as always, but something catches her eye as she walks past one of the higher shelves.

there’s a strange corner sticking out from between the books; a sliver of glossy paper that doesn’t belong among the leather-bound spines and weathered paperbacks. it stands out like a stain in an otherwise neat row.

sister barnes pauses in her tracks, furrowing her brows, and tilts her head to get a better look. with her curiosity pique, her hands are reaching up, fingers brushing the edge of the object that clearly doesn’t belong here.

when she pulls it free, her breath hitches in her throat. instinctively, sister barnes looks around to make sure there’s no one nearby to see what she’s tugged from between the books:

it’s…a magazine. glossy. bright. and very, very inappropriate.

her cheeks flush immediately as she fumbles with it, flipping it open on instinct, like some part of her mind hopes that maybe it’s not what it looks like. unfortunately for her, it’s exactly that: the pages are full of naked bodies, soft skin on full display, and poses she didn’t know the human body could bend into.

her first thought is to put it where she’s got it from, to shove it back into the shelf and pretend she never saw it. but her hands won’t listen. they linger, hovering over the glossy paper as her eyes flit across the images. she knows she should stop, rationally speaking. and yet she flips to another page.

and another.

sister barnes’ pulse races, half from embarrassment and half from something else entirely she’s far too embarrassed to name.

it’s not just one magazine, either. behind the first are a few more, she figures with one glance at the shelf. sister barnes lets out a shaky breath, suddenly all too aware of how hot she feels all over, how-

“uh…hi?”

the sound of your voice behind her makes her jump. she lets out a strangled yelp and spins around so quickly that the magazines tumble out of her hands, scattering across the floor in a spectacularly damning mess.

“oh!” she cries, shocked, immediately scrambling to pick them up as if she can somehow erase what you just saw. “i wasn’t reading that!” sister barnes blurts, her words rushing together as she kneels to collect the fallen magazines. her movements are frantic as she gathers them. “it was just there! i swear! i wasn’t looking!”

her voice falters when she glances up and catches sight of the look on your face: you’re trying your hardest to hold it together, but the corners of your lips are twitching with barely contained giggles.

“right…” you say, crouching down to help her. “so… you weren’t looking at the pages you were actively flipping through?”

“no!” she exclaims. under different circumstances, she might’ve admitted to her curiosity. but, with you catching her red handed, sister barnes’ face is redder than you’ve ever seen it. “i was just checking! to make sure they…um…they weren’t inappropriate! for anyone! i wasn’t-“

you can’t help it anymore; the laughter spills out before you can stop it. you sit back on your heels, grinning at her. “you are terrible at lying!” you manage.

her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. she looks down at the stack, then back at you, and lets out a defeated sigh. “this isn’t funny,” she mutters.

“it’s a little funny,” you counter. “you’re just lucky it was me who caught you!”

sister barnes freezes, her eyes wide with the implication and you soften. “don’t worry,” you say quietly as you both stand again. “your secret’s safe with me”

as you both stand, you catch her giving you one last pointed look. “i mean it,” she says. “not a word!”

“of course” you say, unable to help the grin “i’d never rat you out, sister barnes”

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cwritesforfun · 3 months ago

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Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Bodyguard Part Two

Link to part one - here!

Part three - link

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Your Last Name

*I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters. The plot is completely different here!

Masterlist

Y/N's POV

After the Los Angeles show, where you and many fans almost lost your lives, you didn't want to keep making music. You felt lost and scared.

Your manager posted notes crafted by her, the band, and you, talking about how we felt following the concert. We refunded every concertgoer their money back and first come-first serve on our next concert.

Your manager started putting together a benefit concert to host 1 month from the date of the Los Angeles show. All money would be sent to the victim's families and a charity to support mental health. We would give free tickets to those who attended the Los Angeles show, and then the rest of the tickets would be $50. We invited some fellow bands to play and help raise money as well.

Your recovery process would take over a month, so your band's performance would be exclusively acoustic. Your band had never done that before, so you started practicing and putting together a setlist that would work.

Your recovery required monitoring medications and getting lots of rest. The good news is that after your mom left, Rafe took over as your "caretaker." He was always there and even moved into one of your spare bedrooms. He cooked for you, opened up more, and helped you change your bandages. You found yourself starting to enjoy his company more and relying on his presence to have a better day. His days off were always sad, but he never seemed to take the full day because he claimed he didn't need a full day of rest.

One night, you're in the kitchen eating ice cream, and you hear someone knock on the door. You hear someone open it and hushed tones. You get up and slowly peek your head around the corner to see Rafe talking with what looks like his sister from the photos you've seen. She makes eye contact and waves. You wave back and she pushes past Rafe into the house. She walks over and exclaims, "Hi I'm Sarah, I'm Rafe's younger sister." You shake her hand and reply, "Nice to meet you, Sarah. Your brother has told me great things about you. I'm Y/N." She smiles widely and replies, "Oh I know who you are. I'm a big fan and I begged Rafe to take this job. Wait, what did he say about me?" You answer, "I'll tell you if you want to stay for some ice cream." She smiles and replies, "Deal." She makes herself a bowl and Rafe walks back into the room. He says, "Sarah, what are you doing? I thought you weren't staying." Sarah replies, "Y/N asked me to stay for ice cream." You add, "And besides, I haven't seen many new people recently. It'll be nice to talk to someone." Rafe bites his lip a little, sighs, and replies, "At least sit on the couch, Y/N. I don't think you should be sitting upright this much for recovery." You reply, "You're probably right. Sarah, follow me."

You sit with Sarah on the couch and Rafe asks, "Is it cool if I let you two just talk? I need to make a call." Sarah quickly replies, "Take as long as you want, brother. I can watch and protect Y/N... We can have a girl talk." Rafe turns to you and you say, "I'm fine, Rafe. Go ahead." He nods and leaves the room.

Sarah turns to you and exclaims, "First things first, tell me do you like him?" You ask, "What? Who?" Sarah looks at you with a deadpan expression and says, "Don’t play dumb. My brother." You scoffs, "Rafe? No. Absolutely not. That’s ridiculous." She smirks, "Right. So you just stare at him like he hung the moon for fun? And you both care for each other's opinions." You reply, "I do not—" She replies, "Mhm. Sure. Look, I’m not judging, I just don’t get why you guys are making this so complicated. If you like each other, just… kiss already. Or, I don’t know, date in secret." You groans, "Sarah." She asks, "What? It’s a solid plan! The whole 'forbidden romance' thing? Super dramatic. Super hot." You rub your temples and say, "You make it sound like a teen drama." She asks, "Isn’t it, though? You’re a superstar, he’s your bodyguard who saved you from nearly dying?" You say, "Exactly. He’s my bodyguard, Sarah." She asks, "And?" You answer, "And that means he’d lose his job. His whole career. Everything." She shrugs and says, "So? He can get another job. You can hire him as your full-time, I don’t know, boyfriend bodyguard." You laugh and reply, "That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard." She smiles and replies, "Thank you."

You exhale, leaning back against the pillows. Your smile fades slightly.

You exclaim," It’s not that simple, Sarah. Your brother is the best at his job. He's really freaking great. And, he takes his job seriously. And I… I don’t want to be the reason he loses something important." Sarah asks softly, "But what if you’re the important thing?" You swallow, looking away. Sarah watches you for a moment, then nudges you playfully. She says, "Just think about it, okay? And if you do kiss him, I demand to be the first to know even if he's my brother." You laugh and ask, "How is this the first time we're talking? You're so easy to talk to." She answers, "Oh, that, yeah, my brother keeps his work life pretty separated from his personal life. I always ask him questions about you because I love your music, but like you said, he's pretty serious about not revealing much. I love him, though. But he could at least get me a concert ticket or something." You ask, "Have you never seen my band live?" She shakes her head and says, "No, it sold out last tour. I really wanted to go and Rafe refused to get me any tickets."

Rafe walks into the room with a smoothie in hand, slides into the spot next to Sarah, and asks, "What are you girls talking about?" Sarah answers, "What a bad brother you are." He gasps and you say, "We'll have to get her tickets to my next concert. Will you be needing a plus-one?" Sarah answers, "Oh that would be great." You reply, "Great! I cannot wait and I hope you have the best time." Rafe says, "You'll regret that. She'll be a bigger fan now." You laugh. You keep talking with them for a while before Sarah has to head out.

As Sarah leaves, she says, "Both of you, think about what I said and act on it." She winks and you wonder what she said to Rafe.

You wash your bowl and start to climb the stairs to your bedroom. Rafe catches up with you and asks, "Need any help up the stairs?" You answer, "No, I feel okay today. I do want to switch my bandages though. I also think I need to apply some anti-itch cream." He replies, "Ok, yeah I'll help."

We go into the bathroom where you lay down and Rafe helps you with your bandages.

After you are in bed, Rafe asks, "What did my sister tell you to act on?" He's facing away, and he's looking at the photos on your wall. You answer, "It's actually kind of personal. What did she tell you to act on?" He glances at you and answers, "Something personal." Could you both be thinking the same thing? Who will be the first person to make the move if so?

The next few weeks as you prepare for the benefit concert are brutal. Your body is pushed every day, and you feel drained.

One night, as you sit in bed, you find yourself humming a little tune, and you start writing out song lyrics. It's about falling for a crush and wanting to make a move but fearing rejection.

You write another song the next night about needing and wanting to feel protected. Your mind is still on the last Los Angeles show and how you could've died. These lyrics come quickly to you.

You want to play the songs for your band and see what they think - maybe they could be debuted at your benefit concert?

PART 3 - BEING WRITTEN NOW

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celaenaeiln · 2 years ago

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The bimbofication of Dick Grayson is sad but I also feel like a lot of it has to do with his place in the batfamily and fitting a certain role which is different from his role as part of the Titans fam. Like there is a reason he gets killed off in a lot of Batfam stories and or he takes up the role as Batman despite wanting to make a name for himself as Nightwing. I’m not a huge Dick Grayson fan but that’s because my introduction to him was through the Batfamily and he was always portrayed rather silly or kind of the butt of the joke to Barbara Gordon’s know-it-all-ness (I love her but that’s how it feels) , but then I would read his interactions with the Titans and I actually became more invested in his character even if the writing is a bit outdated.

This goes for his relationships too, he used to be portrayed as a one woman man but then Dixon got a hold of him and suddenly the tiring trope of guy is a bit of a playboy except for that one girl who is the love of his life took hold and it hasn’t left since. I miss the Dick who meet this out of this world (literally) woman and who grew to love each other and watching him grow into a man who learned to love in a passionate way and who learned that people were different from him.

Even a lot of his newer relationships have a lot of depth (like with Bea Bennet or Shawn) but then they get axed. Taylor isn’t really writing anything that hasn’t been written before, like Rebirth Dick wasn’t that great and Rebirth DickBabs was childish and Dixon had some takes on Dick but Taylor has really has highlighted a lot of that bad writing and It’s crazy that it’s becoming the most popular iteration of Dick Grayson and even Barbara Gordon.

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Absolutely!

There was the comic thing DC released during an event with all the heroes talking to the reader like they were in the Office, and Dick's was, "I'm the nice, funny one."

Now that's funny because Roy literally refers to him as uptight. The statement is true but it's a lie by omission. It doesn't take into account his craziness, his leadership, his dedication, his intelligence, his prowess, his good-standing - nothing! "Nice, funny one." I think Ra's would've run a sword through the writer's heart at that, given that he was easily defeated by the "nice, funny one."

Aside from that I can't really speak to the dumbification of Dick in Batfamily comics because I think most of them have done a good job but I used to see it a lot in fandom. It's much less now but five years ago, there was so much fandom content about incompetent himbo Grayson and some writers genuinely meant it too. Which I don't understand because nowhere in the Nightwing comics is Dick ever written as being dumb. The Batman comics (1940) and (2016) also do a fantastic job of writing him. His fighting ability, his emotional intelligence, his IQ, all of it is there and off the charts!

I guess the main thing with Dick's role in the batfamily is he's seen as an authority figure. He's Batman's second in command and seen that way by both Bruce and the rest of the family. So if some major disaster were to occur, he would need to be killed off because he's both of exceedingly high emotional value to Bruce or because he's going to be the next person in charge and god forbid that happens because the apocalypse would end then.

I mean, the villains made the mistake of leaving him alive in Convergence and he literally reset the universe back to how it's supposed to be.

So there's no way they can leave him alive because of that. Also his death fuels Batman to end whatever crisis the world is facing so that's an important plot event.

But the Barbara Gordon arm candy.

I am certain. That the idea of Dick being stupid comes from him being with Barbara Gordon. No where in the Nightwing comics, Batman comics (both!), Red Robin comics, Robin comics, Titans comics, Justice League comics, and other DC comics is Dick ever written to be stupid EXCEPT when he's written with Barbara.

Take this nightwing panel for instance

Nightwing (2011) Issue #27

or this

Nightwing (1996) Issue #42

and then take this

Convergence: Nightwing/Oracle Issue #1

AKA: I'm smart. You're dumb. Now shut up and leave because you're too stupid to understand.

The arrogance. This is the same shit Bruce would pull except when Dick asks, Bruce actually tells him.

Justice Leagues: Justice League of Atlantis

Barbara in the Nightwing comics isn't the best but at least it tracks with her own personality in her own comics and the Batman and Bird of Prey ones. The best Barbara Gordon depictions I've seen are through Cass and Stephanie's Batgirl comics funnily, but the Barbara Gordon Batgirl comics have the worst treatment I've seen of Dick in all of DC.

This is where I think the idea Dick is dumb orginates because it's definitely not coming from Tim or the Titans or Batman. It also makes sense if that's the case since Dickbabs is such a huge thing in this fandom.

I miss when Dick would just be with Kori through everything. They were so in love! I genuinely believe they could have worked out their problems or at least gotten back together but DC will never let that happen for logical reasons. If Dick marries Kori, he's going to end up spending all his time with the Titans which would be bad for the rest of the family because they need him when they have problems or just to hang out. It's a lot more convenient for them to have Tim hang out with Dick and Barbara if they were dating than him hanging out with Dick and Kori. Which is the biggest reason why Batfamily writers want to keep the romance within the family.

I will never accept the cheating thing because it was so out of character but I've kinda gotten used to him finding new relationships because I grown to fall in love with those characters. As long as he has meaningful relationships like with Bea and Shawn where it develops and grows, I end up loving it. My only requirements for his relationship is letting Dick be himself and letting him be happy. I was furious that whoever writer ended Bea's relationship and for what? "I'm sorry, I can't love you anymore, I got memories back." What kinda a reason is that?! It's not even remotely believable! I have so much to say but it's going to turn into a rant about how dumb the reasoning is.

Tom Taylor took all of Dick's fake worst traits and amplified them by a billion. Actually you know what? I get what's he's trying to do. He picked one trait of Dick's - caring - and trashed his entire life story at the expense of his intelligence, athleticism, humor (c'mon Dick was genuinely funny before this run, his humor did not suck), and wit to support this one little thing.

He wouldn't understand subtlety if it hit him in the face.

#dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #oracle #bruce wayne #batman #tom taylor #thanks for the ask!#cl anon asks #cl asks

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leftoverbriocheloaf · 3 months ago

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AKDHSISBAJ HOW DARE YOU I’m holding by the scruff and I’m gonna fucking turn on notifs for you!! I didn’t know you were on that chb grind!! (side note have you listened to the lightning thief musical?)

Anyway please please tell me abt the camp halfwhatever wip🧡🧡

I just reblogged it but it’s rattling in my head as smth new- I’m thinking so hard abt dazai&kunikida dynamic in canon where dazai helps kunikida loosen up and kunikida helps dazai with that structure AND WITH APOLLO AND DIONYSIS WOAH

And thinking abt Akutagawa *kinda* filling that Luke role looking over the kids justttt like in the alleyways👀 that’s so messed up of you I love it

(also side side note have you heard of the au where Percy is a “child of Aphrodite” basically hes not actually but because the big three kids are always hunted he says he’s hers at the first dinner and kinda hides under her wing ITS WILD anyway thinking abt one of those minors claiming Ranpo by name just bc they like him or some bs lmao- this ask is so longgg my fuckin bad bro)

"WE'RE LOST IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE IN NEW JERSEY AND WE'RE NEVER GONNA MAKE IT TO L.A" 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥

But YES I've actually seen it live it was SOO GOOD and the soundtrack is so iconic

And yes!!! I've been obsessed with chb since like 2nd grade and it still is one of my favorite book series 😭❤️ All of the characters are so special to me but I have a special fondness for Nico as one of the first openly gay characters (eventually ykwim) I ever read about :,) it made me so happy to have a character I already loved be relatable ig???? Either way top tier series 10/10

AND YEAH I was going to maybe make a few different fics in the same universe bc I love my ranpoe ideas so far but also like you said the kunikida and dazai (platonic or romantic tbh) has so much potential I love it so much and the sskk or akuatsulucy would have so many interesting dynamics imo ajdjskakak

But for ranpoe I was thinking of having poe as one of the older camp members help out during orientation week (ango is counselor bc poe would NOT be willing to go to meetings and stuff) but he still helps out with the younger campers by giving riddles to the kids to help teach them about the camp but also to let the Athena kids know they're in a place where they can totally nerd out?? But ranpo shows up with yosano and basically calls the riddles dumb and obvious and bc calling an Athena kid an idiot is like a CRIME poe develops a huge grudge ajsjskak

But tbh I'm thinking of letting myself stray from the Canon meeting and do smth more camp rivalry,, not sure though

And the fic takes place over a couple years probably with ranpo yosano and poe being year round campers and Lucy being a summer camper,, it's also probably more domestic than adventurous like no godly wars and stuff lmao but capture the flag and camp gossip 100%

Also poe being a certified goth is one of the first ppl to treat yosano like she's any normal camper outside of her immediate family so that's how he and ranpo start to interact more often

But if you have any plot ideas I would actually LOVE to hear them bc I've only really been worldbuilding so far ajsjskakakak

And I definitely want to write a fic about dazai first arriving at camp and meeting kunikida but I'm not sure if I want to throw chuuya in the mix or not bc I think an ares Apollo dionysius dynamic would slap ajsjskak

And how does it feel to be RIGHT akutagawa is totally fulfilling that role he's filled with the same kind of anger towards Hermes for not being there when he and gin needed him that luke had but also fueled by his need for dazai's approval that he just isn't getting with hermes' god given abilities

ALSO I HAVE I LOVE THAT AU I was trying so hard to find someone to make a child of aphrodite I think she's so fun

AND YEAH some god just claims ranpo for the bit 😭😭😭 and it's a minor god so whenever someone is like "well what abilities do you have" ranpo is just like "that's so insensitive you didn't bother learning the lore behind my godly parent? How does it feel to be super disrespectful" Until they shut up ajdjskka

And for a snippet tbh there's not a lot written rn but here's a conversation after the first meeting where Lucy gets poe's dramatic ass out of the Athena cabin 😭

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Lucy unceremoniously plops herself on the floor next to him, leaning against the bed frame with crossed arms. Edgar doesn’t move. Maybe if he stays completely still, she won’t be able to see him. Like that one dinosaur. Actually, Edgar is pretty sure that was already debunked, but whatever.

Unfortunately, Lucy is a bit better at tracking down her targets than a hypothetical dinosaur, which Edgar would have to hope, seeing as the dinosaurs haven’t been able to track down prey for a while. But that means he’s pretty sure she knows he’s there. It may also be because the blanket he has wrapped around his shoulders was a gag gift from one of his juniors, with cartoon raccoons in outrageously bright colors adorning both sides. Or because his real raccoon, Karl, is pawing at his knees.

Rather than point any of that out, though, Lucy picks Karl up and places him in her lap, scratching behind his ear before taking a deep breath.

“Raccoons are rodents, right? Like big rats?” she asks, not quite to Edgar but not not to Edgar. He grits his teeth, because he knows where this is going. “Or are they mammals?”

Edgar stays stubbornly silent.

(Raccoons are mammals, by the way. But they aren’t rodents. They’re a member of the Carnivora order, as opposed to the Rodentia. Mammals and rodents aren’t even the same level of classification. He knows this, she knows this, and she knows he knows this.)

“But, like,” she continues flippantly, well aware of just how badly Edgar itches to correct her. “They’d be pretty big rodents. Isn’t there one rodent that’s really big? Like, really big. It starts with a 'C,' I think. Eh, maybe Karl’s bigger actually.”

Capybara, Edgar says in his mind. But he can’t say it—he can’t let her win. He’s going to remain entirely silent until Lucy gets bored and he can be left to wallow in peace.

“Oh! It’s a condor, right?”

Edgar blinks, for once, genuinely baffled. Before he can stop himself, he squints, and—

“Condors are birds,” he hisses, and then he freezes entirely. Shit. Her grin is conniving, mixed with pride and victory, and Edgar groans.

“Why does that work every time?” he asks.

“Because you’re a snob who can’t help but correct people,” she answers cheerfully. He never should have given her that animal facts book. How was he supposed to know she would just use it to quote incorrect facts at him whenever he clammed up?

She was right, though. He did love correcting people. He's pretty sure he got it from his mother.

“So,” she deposits Karl onto his legs, “Why are you moping?”

“I’m not moping.”

“Sure, sure. Why were you hiding in the corner of the room with a blanket over your head and being sad, then?”

Edgar doesn’t bother commenting on that entirely inaccurate portrayal of his actions. “You know why.”

She groans, “So what if that newbie solved your case? You’ve got plenty of others.”

“He publicly humiliated me!” Edgar protests. He should have brought harder cases. Even if they were for an orientation event. “He called me an idiot.”

“I call you an idiot all the time?”

“Well you’re just mean. Everyone knows that.”

Lucy smacks his arm before relenting, sighing as she leans her head on her knees. “I guess those are fighting words for an Athena kid, aren’t they.”

“That’s like—” he stops, trying to think of an ample comparison. “That’s like a stranger coming up to you after seeing Anne and saying that it looks like you couldn’t tell the difference between an allen wrench and a screwdriver. Or that you should have used copper instead of iron!”

“Oh, those are fighting words,” Lucy amends, and Edgar nods, feeling validated. “So what are you going to do?”

Edgar blinks, “What?”

“You aren’t going to let him just get away with that, are you? Because if someone did that to me, I’d sic Anne on him.”

“Well, seeing as I’m already mortified, I was thinking about just staying in my room for the rest of the summer. Ango or Sigma can take over leading orientation. Actually, I’m not even a cabin head—why am I doing this anyway?”

“Because of your flourishing social abilities, of course,” Lucy deadpans.

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#turning on notifs is the highest honor 🫶#but yeah not super fleshed out but im having fun with it!!! worldbuilding ftw #i love kunikida so much 😭❤️#anyway i love the idea that athena kids physically cannot hold themselves back from correcting misinformation #and lucy uses that to her advantage #btw karl is still in this au but he just showed up in the athena cabin one day so no one knows if hes a raccoon or a god #bungou stray dogs #ranpoe #poe bsd #ranpo bsd #kunikida bsd #dazai bsd

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waywardangel-wilds · 18 days ago

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🌵🥑🧃📚🌿🥝🪲🧩

(green theme)

Thank youuuu so MUCH!

Please reblog the thingy so I can send you a million asks too haha.

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

I've been listening to this playlist a lot while just going out for walks! It's nice and relaxing.

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

OMG this is hard because I have so many mutuals. I think I'd ask my oldest mutuals because I know them better, so @sadieillustrates @thegreatmelodrama and @little-de-vil I'm gonna need some help with something... unsavory.

🧃⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I used to be one of the top 3 students in my elementary school. The school would post our rankings every quarter and I sat at third place consistently. I became dumb after 5th grade (MATH).

📚⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

Carrot.

🌿⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Girl, you should give me advice. You update way more often than I do!!! I have no idea. Cry, maybe? 😭

🥝⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?

Not really, but I did go through a phase where I did. When I was a kid my mom told me she was telepathic and could actually read my mind, so I shouldn't bother lying to her. I believed her for a while, but then I tried lying once (remember guys, I went to Catholic school, so this was kind of huge for me). I realized no one reacted and then went through a lying phase that lasted wayyy too long and brought me wayyyy too much pleasure. I'd lie all the time. I once told a random stranger my name was Sandra and I was born in Mongolia. Why not?

🪲⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

This is a bit longer than what you asked for:

She gasps, sitting up in confusion. Everything is pitch black, yet it feels as if everything including the floor and ceiling are spinning away from her. It’s jarring. She sucks in sharp breaths, yanking her way across the mattress as the urge to feel the floor beneath her feet overtakes her.

“Katniss, you’re okay. Katniss, it’s me.” She hears Peeta’s voice call to her in the dark. His hands find the small of her back first as he crawls after her, his arms gathering her to his chest. It anchors her. She still feels as if she is spinning away from all sense of space, but at least she’s doing it with him wrapped around her.

Peeta’s hands run up and down her arm and back, squeezing reassuringly as he does. He’s patient with her, waiting for her to return to the land of the living before he speaks to her again.

“I’m okay,” she croaks. She pats his chest to confirm this. “I’m good now.”

“Okay,” Peeta murmurs in return, squeezing her close. She feels him nose her cheek once or twice before the familiar yet unfamiliar touch of his lips presses against her cheek. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her eyes already closed despite the warm honey flooding her belly.

🧩⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

horrible grammar or a lack of paragraph breaks. If I am motivated enough, I can sit through terrible characterization and plain out predictable plots, but terrible organization?? No, thank you.

#the hunger games #thg #send asks

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thoughtsaboutshows · 5 months ago

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4,18 love let’s play pretend so much looking forward to the new chapter 😁😁

Hey Nonnie!! Thanks for the ask! And I'm working on LPP today, my plan is to get it up tomorrow 😆

4. A story idea you haven’t written yet

I feel like I always have plot bunnies hopping around in my head. But I have one fic idea that I originally thought of for the Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina fandom that I may redesign for the Empyrean series. It’s basically a college sports AU/brothers best friend where the MMC is a football player and the FMC is a sports medicine trainer and it’s against the rules to date. So forbidden love in a sense but I haven’t really thought further than that as to how I’d make it Empyrean.

I have a long one shot idea for Immrick that I got in an ask a long time ago that I need to work on, basically them giving little things to each other back and forth over the years.

I also have a Spy AU idea that ALSO used to be CAOS that I could rework to be Empyrean since that’s what my brain wants to be writing right now.

Stay tuned for after Let’s Play Pretend!

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

Here’s a piece of dialogue from LPP when they wake up the first morning in Mexico. I ended up cutting it because I liked other things I wrote better and it felt too soon to bring up “back then”

“Stop!” I yell at him, finally having had enough. We’ve only been doing this fake dating thing for less than twenty-four hours and I’m already ready to rip his head off. There are moments where it’s been fine, easy…fun even. But moments like these where he teases me and looks at me with a biting lip and drags up ghosts of hookups past that I just want to rip his perfectly soft hair out.

He shuts his mouth at my outburst. I think he caught the slight crack in my voice and the watering of my eyes before I force it down, because he presses his lips together and almost looks…apologetic.

“You have to stop that, Xaden.” His eyes flicker at me using his name, proving that I mean what I’m saying. I keep my voice as steady as I can and he’s hanging on my every word, every ounce of teasing gone from his gaze. “Stop talking about back then or I can’t-” I pause, running a hand through my hair. He catches the movement, eyes softening for a moment before he hardens them again into indifference. With a breath I steady my voice again. “If we’re going to get through this week then the side comments about us from before need to stop. In fact, maybe you don’t need to talk to me at all.”

He stares me down for a few seconds before nodding twice, face still cool and calm. Without another word I grab some clothes from where I unpacked them into an armoire and slip into the tiny water closet again. As I dress I try not to think about the fact that Xaden, with all of his carefully crafted guards down, was drawn to me. That in his sleep-addled state it was me he sought warmth in. I shake away the thought before I do something dumb like crawl back into bed with him and stick my face in his chest. I know from experience how comfortable it can be. Get yourself together, Violet.

If I’m demanding that he stop joking about our time together, then I should probably take my own advice and stop thinking about it. Hopefully breakfast with my friends will help clear my head, and getting far away from Xaden will be good for my heart rate.

#fic: let's play pretend #ask jane #writer asks

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lightingmcliam · 1 year ago

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Okay hear me out on that one!!

Rodrick x FtM reader. But they are like childhood homies who have always been comfortable with physical affection and being flirty for the funsies.

Buuuut 🤭🤭 they are kinda into each other. At some point they talk about kissing and joke around about it. You can plot out the rest 😈 make it silly and dumb pls 🙏

YESSSSS I GOT YOU BAEEE

TW: kissing, making out, moaning, whining, saliva, cussing, rude speaking—? I’m dumb as hell so lmk if there’s more🥰🤙🏻

A Childhoods Kiss

You and Rodrick have been the best of friends for ever! You moved to plainview when you were 8 because youre dad said he found a “better” job there.

Rodrick was 9 when the two of you met and well of course you were still 8, you both met at the local church, he had convinced you to come with him while he left the church since his mom was busy talking to you’re mom.

You both left the church and ran to a near by playground to play at and chat. as you two are running you look over at him and speak.

"What’s your name?" you ask the other boy kindly

he looks at you with a smirk

"I’m Rodrick, what about you?" He asks back

“I’m Y/N!” You respond back with a big nice smile

“Friends??” You ask a bit nervously since you just meant this boy

“Friends.” He says with a grin

you both arrive at the park and start playing an having fun.

but while you two were having the time of you're lives together you're parents were losing their shit tryna find you both.

You two were so busy having fun that you didnt relize that the sun had set and you two were still at the park. You both were kinda panicking a bit, you both ran to the top of the playground to discuss what you were gonna do now.

“Were gonna die here!” you said panicked

“No were not! Dont say that!” said Rodrick

And he was right because a minute later you guys heard both of youre parents yelling yalls names together. You both dashed the direction you heard youre parents at.

“Y/N!!” yelled you're mom as she ran towards you to wrap you in a tight embrace. Rodrick ran to his mom and she wrapped him up in her arms tightly. all of you guys stayed like that for 10 more mins before both of yalls moms let go. your mom was the first to speak and it was to you.

"Why did you just run off like that?! i was worried sick about you!" she says scolding you.

"i- I'm sorry mom!" is all you could say. and then you heard Rodrick's mom speaking to him.

"I cannot believe you Rodrick- this is so unacceptable! and i hope you didn't drag this poor little boy into it as well?!" she says and points to you.

you and Rodrick look at each other and you could see the little boys eyes filling with tears. you look at his mom and then him before looking at his mom again, you step up a bit and look up at his mom.

"it- it was me..! i made him come along.." you mumble quietly to the lady above you.

"What?!" they all say, you nod and stand in front of Rodrick with a protective arm out to block them from him.

"it was me! not him!" you say a bit louder and you're mom and Rodrick share the same shocked look.

both moms look at each other and sigh before turning back to you both.

"okay well i think its time we all go home" you're mom says softly and Susan Nods (Rodrick's mom duh)

you and Rodrick look at each other and then look at you're moms.

"When can we hang out next?" you ask and Rodrick nods frantically.

both you're moms look at each other before sighing and then walking next to one of their cars to discuss when you two will hang next. you and Rodrick both run back to the swings to play while you wait.

"why'd you do that?" Rodrick asked

"do what?" you said confused before catching on.

"oh- idk, you just seem cool and i didnt want you to get in trouble with youre mom" you say honestly.

the small boy nods with that shit eating grin again

you're parents come back over and look at each before looking at the two of you.

"you two can hang out after school tomorrow" Susan says with a smile. you both look at each other and jump up and down yelling "YAYYY" a bunch.

both of youre parents smile and laugh at the two of you.

"alright cmon lets go" says youre mom with a soft look

you nod and wave bye to you're new friend, he waves back as you both get into different cars and go home which you soon find out he lives right next to you.

Fast forward to morning 🥰

Your mom is now waking you up for school gently.

“Y/N buddy, it’s time to wake up for school!” Your mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs up to your room as she made her way up the stairs.

She knocks on the door twice before coming in

“Cmon Y/N. You’ve got to get up.” She said as rubbed your shoulder softly.

“Remember if you do good at school today you’ll get to hang out with your new friend Rodrick!“

She says with a smile on her face and as soon as you hear that you shoot up from your sleeping. You immediately run over to your dresser and pull out some clothes.

A black tee-shirt with a skull design on it and then plain black sweatpants.

(Fast forward because I’m lazy.)

You finally arrive at school. Your mom waves to you as you get out of the back seat.

“Bye buddy! Have a good day at school! And no fights young man!” She says a bit sternly at the end.

You give her a thumbs up and run into the school building.

Since you’re in elementary you and Rodrick only have one class and luckily you guys had it together! Tho your 5 and he’s 6 🤫….

As soon as you enter you see Rodrick sitting at a table for two, and luckily for you the other seat is empty, so you slowly make your way over

“Hey Rodrick!” “You say softly”

Rodrick looks up and smirks before patting the seat next to him.

“hey Y/N, sit with me!” And obviously you do.

You guys already have thoses little “daily warm ups” with the shapes or animals that you have to add the numbers together and then color in the spots!

(PLEASE DO YOU REMEMBER?!)

You both are working quietly and helping each other on the ones you get stuck on.

“Hey what’s 3+4?” Rodrick would ask you and take a glance at your paper.

You smile and count on your fingers.

Well..if I have 10 fingers! And I first need 3.. you mumble holding up 3 fingers so..3 and add 4 is.. 3..4..5..6..7.. it’s 7! you smile and hold up your fingers

Rodrick grins and nod.

“Thank you” he says with a smile this time.

You nod and smile back.

You both have finished up and go to the teacher to hand your papers in, the teacher tells you it’s free time for now. You both smile and go over to the play-doh desk.

Rodrick grabs red and black and you grab yellow and white.

“What are you making?” You ask Rodrick and he grins and shows you.

It’s a smiley face, the red as the eyes and the black as the smile.

He smirks at you and nudges your side before speaking in a playful voice.

“What about you- what are you making?” You smile and show him.

You’ve made a sun with the yellow and a moon along with stars with the white!

He grins and goes to say something but is cut off my a snarky looking girl who’s dressed in all pink with a shirt that says “I’m just better.”

What are you two doing? She asked with a weird look on her face. You and Rodrick glance at each other and he speaks.

We’re playing with play-doh? He says in a voice “isn’t it obvious voice”

She rolls her eyes and goes to pick up your sun you made but Rodrick quickly grabs her wrist and pulls it away.

What are you doing? You can’t just touch things that aren’t yours?? Rodrick says confused and with a hint of anger.

The little girl pulls her arm back and glares.

“What it’s fine. He’d let me! Wouldn’t you?”

You glance at her and then Rodrick before looking back at the girl and shaking your head while looking at the ground.

She frowns and speaks in an upset tone.

“Why? It’s not like you even made anything cool.” She says coldly. Thoses words hurt you, you liked what you made and hearing someone say that to your face so plainly made it worse.

Rodrick stand up with and upset look on his face.

“It looks great! A lot better than anything you could do!” He says with pure anger in his voice.

The girl glares and stomps her feet before storming off.

You can’t help but blush a little at Rodrick protecting you. He turns to you with a look of sadness but there’s still a hint of anger towards that girl.

“You shouldn’t listen to her, she’s only saying those things because she knows she’d never be able to make smth so cool” he says kindly to you and rubs your back

You smile up at him and nod your head softly.

“Thank you Rodrick, you’re so sweet to me!” You say with a big grin. You can help but think what the teacher had been doing when the little girl was harassing you, but that didn’t matter to you. You had Rodrick who protected you.

Rodrick grins and pinches your sides before getting up and running away, you laugh and chase after him only to be stopped by the damn teacher— so she’s paying attention now??

You had just made it to Rodrick wrapping your arms around his neck from behind when the teacher yelled at you two to sit back down or you wouldn’t get recess. You both grumbled and glanced at each other, you still had your arms around his neck and he didn’t seem to mind, you both dragged yourself back to the play-doh desk to put everything away which meant taking your arms off of him sadly.

Fast forward to recess time🥰🤙🏻

You and Rodrick both race out the doors and to the swings.

“Last one there is a rotten egg!” Rodrick yells, you both grin at each other and race to the swings.

It’s a tie.

“Who won?” Rodrick asks

“I think we both won!” You says with a smile

“It’s a tie then!” You both say at the same time.

You both laugh at that and immediately jump on the swings. You guys are talking and laughing and just having a good time but of course it’s fucking ruined. That same little girl from earlier skips her rude self over to the both of you.

“Hey weirdos! Soooo like what’s yells name btw? Just for my own reasons. I’m Rubyyy” she says in a high pitched voice.

You and Rodrick just glance at each other and then her. Rodrick’s the first to speak, you like that about him because you’re not reallyyy a fan of talking to others first.

“What’s it to you?” He says coldly and with a glare. She just rolls her eyes and walks closer, you both now slowly down on the swings and coming to a stop.

“God why so rude? And because I just wanna know? Am I reallyyyy not aloud to know the kids in my classes names?” She asks with a fake pout.

You and Rodrick exchanged a glance before he speaks first.

I’m Rodrick, and this is Y/N. He says in the same cold tone

“Well does Y/N speak at all or do you do all the talking for him” she says that while looking you up and down.

Rodrick is now pissed Tf off hearing that shit say that, his jaw is tight and his hands are clenched, he goes to take a step forward but you put your arm out in front of him to stop him. He stops and he looks at you with confusion and anger towards Ruby.

You glare at the girl infront of you and speak in a harsh tone.

“I can talk. I just chose not to because I don’t like to. I’m lucky enough to have an amazing friend like Rodrick who will talk for me if I don’t feel comfortable with talking. It’s my first day here and you’ve already treated me like shit.”

Her jaw drops when you cuss at her, she goes to talk but tears fill her eyes with how you just spoke to her. But why would you care? She deserves it— she got what she asked for and seeing her cry just made you happy.

Rodrick looks a bit shocked but grins and shakes his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side.

“Go cry to someone else please” Rodrick says to her with a proud tone from hearing his best friend speak up for himself.

Tears stream down her face as she runs off to her little friends.

Rodrick looks at you with a grin and squeezes your side gently before speaking with pride.

“That was great! I’m proud of you dude!” He says as he looks at his arm still around you and he quickly takes it off of you while blushing a bit.

You smile at his words and reaction to his arm around you. You nod and smile at him.

Yall probably hate me but another fast forward to to getting on the bus to go home.

You take the bus in the afternoon and Rodrick takes the bus in the morning and after, and of course since yall are neighbors you take the same bus together.

You and Rodrick are walking through the big crowd of big kids to get to yalls bus, older kids keep bumping into yall and laughing about it, everytime Rodrick has helped you back up and you’ve done the same for him, it’s getting more crowded as you make your way closer to the bus. You both walk faster and grab onto each others hand, You both pause and and stare for a second before squeezing each others hands tightly and finally getting into the bus.

The first seat is open so you both get in, you sitting by the window and him sitting closes to the walk way, your both still tightly hand in hand.

“Are you okay?” Rodrick asks looking deeply into your e/c.

You nod and use your free hand to brush off your pants from all the falling.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay..are you?” You ask back concerned.

He smirks and nudges you with the same arm that has the hand your holding.

“Don’t worry about me Y/N, I’m great”

You nod and smile and squeeze his hand as you both sit in silence other than the other kids on the bus screaming and yell.

It takes about 15-20 mins to get to your stop. Once you both see your houses you both stand up and and wait for the bus to stop before getting out, both your moms are at the end of Rodrick’s driveway way, soft smiles on there faces.

You both are still hand in hand and run to your moms to give them hugs.

“How was school kids?” Susan asks with a smile as she nudges your mom’s side and eyes at you and Rodrick holding hands.

“It’s was- alright!” You say with a faint smile.

“Yeah it was alright” Rodrick agrees with you and smiles

Your parents nod and talk for a minute.

“We’re gonna have the play date at our house okay?” Your mom says softly.

You both nod and run inside, you throw your shoes off and hang up your jackets before running up the stairs and into your room.

“This is my room!” You say happily and spin around.

“I really like your room, it’s wicked!” Rodrick says with a smirk”

You smile happily and hop onto your bed sitting down and Rodrick follows close behind.

Oh sorry did I mention this is the same room you guys are talking about theses old memories in?

you guys aren’t 8-9 anymore! You guys are 12-13 Talking about old memories 🤓✌🏻 (I’m aware in the movies he’s 16 but for this it’s different 👿)

(Dont hate me babes🥰🤙🏻)

“RODRICK! If you don’t shut you damn mouth I’m gonna shut you up myself” I say with a hit of playfulness and seriousness, Rodrick has been consistently talking about his drum set for the past 2 hours and tho I love hearing him talk I was busy doing both of our homework.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna shut my mouth sweet boy?” He says with a shit eating grin.

My face obviously flushes red at what he just said but I keep my eyes on the homework paper.

“With a big’ol’ kiss!” I say with a smirk and plain tone

“Yeah why don’t you?” He says with a fat ass grin

“Mhmm..don’t test me right now Rodrick.” I say a bit upset because the homework is a lot and Rodrick is— well Rodrick. Not that I don’t like it or anything- I love it. I live for it, but right now I’m just overwhelmed and could take a break and blow of steam.

Rodrick then stands up and pulls me up from my desk.

“Rodrick no I need to finish our homework so we don’t fail-“ but I quickly get cut off as he sits down on the bed and pulls me onto his lap and smashing his soft lips into mine, I can’t help but kiss him back because who wouldn’t?! And I’ve liked him for soooo long now.

He runs his hand through my hair and grips it a bit, getting a quiet sound out of me.

He grins as he hears the sound I made and deepens this kiss. I bring my hand to the back of his head to deepen the kiss getting a satisfied groan out of him.

He tugs on my hair getting a quiet moan out of me and he takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dancing together.

Soft whines and moans filling the room, hands gripping and groping each other. Strings of saliva connected from both your mouths as you pull away to get some air and then smash your lips right back into each other

His hands pull away from your hair and rub circles into your hips and your lips stay connected.

He pushes you down onto your back and his legs straddle your sides as he brings his hand to your cheek and kisses you again, rubbing your cheek softly, a soft whine coming from his lips.

You bring your hand to his hair and tug gently and that just makes him deepen the kiss, you guys continue kissing, the kiss getting deeper and more sloppy until you hear your mom yell for you guys.

“Rodrick! Y/N! Come downstairs it’s dinner time!” Your mom yells

You and Rodrick slowly pull away and wipe your mouths off.

“Cmon..we couldn’t even finish!” Rodrick groans

You on the other hand- are trying to catch your breath and your face is red asf

Rodrick grins and gets off of you and grabs your hand helping you up as you both walk downstairs for dinner and act like nothing happened. 🤗

AGH THIS WAS LIKE RUSHED KINDA- SORRY IF THIS IS SHIT-

HOPE YOU LIKE IT NAY NAYYY

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