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enzosbabyangel · 4 months ago

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hi so I’ve had this idea for a while and I feel like you’d write it very very well- so like- Fred and George x shy reader. Like shy as in like kind but shy. Like Snow White kinda personality. also like THICK. like as in ass/tits. I FEEL LIKE THEYD FALL HARD. but anyway- reader is best friends with Harry Ron and hermione and basically has always been their bestie since first year. when Ron first introduced her to the twins she fell hard but was too shy to say anything. They asked her out in her second year , she said yes, but they kept the relationship with her secret Cus well…two guys and a girl. people will talk. Anyway- fast forward to order of the phoenix era. They’re ducking her down and RON WALKS IN- uh- everyone knows now.

I dunno I thought it’d be fun :P

☆｡° Ron walking in on you, Fred ‘n George

cw: 18+!, mdni, light smut, poly relationship, getting walked in on by Ron, Molly might be a bit ooc, i don’t really remember her personality since i started overthinking it 😅

a/n: i really liked this idea lmao, i love getting reqs for the weasleys, specially George ‘n Fred 🤭 i’d be their secret gf any day 🤍 hope you enjoy anon !! it was indeed fun to write :)

You met your best friends, Ron, Hermione and Harry in your first year. Having met them after you all got off the express when you bumped into Hermione. Stuttering out quick apologies, the two of you becoming best friends after that, which eventually included Ron and Harry after a couple weeks.

When Ron introduced you to his two, twin older brothers, Fred and George Weasley, you fell for them instantly. Especially with how they couldn’t help but tease you for your shy nature.

You’d be lying if you said the subtle differences in their personalities wasn’t what drew you in the most- asides from both of them being attractive. George was a hint more polite and empathetic. Fred more chaotic and more of the instigator, it was a nice blend.

They eventually asked you out in your second year, themselves having a ‘bit’ of an interest in you. You were unlike all of Ron’s friends, you were sometimes baffling kind, even to those such as Draco Malfoy, and you were shy- barely talking when you’d go over to the burrow. They also weren’t stupid, it was clear as day that you liked them. The way your cheeks would flush when they spoke to you and you’d constantly divert eye contact, the few times they’d catch you looking at them, told them all they needed to know. And most of all, you were pretty, and your beauty just got more and more evident as you guys grew up.

It was no surprise when you agreed. Though the twins both decided it would be best to keep the relationship secret. Not because they were embarrassed of you. Not just because you were one of their younger brother’s best friends, but also because they knew how unusual a relationship with two males and a singular girl is. It’s better to just avoid having unnecessary rumours and opinions circling around.

You guys managed to keep your relationship secret for years. Which perhaps got to the brother’s heads, as they got more and more reckless and comfortable every year.

“S’too much-“ You mewl, eyes scrunched shut and toes curling as George fucked your pretty cunt and Fred fucked your tight ass. Having previously cum twice. The brothers claiming that they wanted to see how long you could stay quiet, the three of you in Fred and George’s unlocked bedroom.

“Oh c’mon sweetheart, you can take it.” George reassured, lips trailing kisses along your neck. The more sympathetic sibling trying hard not to practically moan at the feeling of your plump tits rocking back and forth against his chest due to the other twins thrusts.

“You have a million times before.” Fred added with a chuckle. Slightly out of breath as he rocked into you at a faster pace than Fred. His larger hand coming up to grab both of your wrists and pull them back. His eyes hazy as he watched the way your ass bounced with his thrusts. “Yet your pretty lil ass always feels so tight.” He chuckled out again, placing a light slap to your ass just to watch the flesh jiggle.

A pathetic sounding whined escaped your throat, thighs clenching together more as you attempted to close your eyes even more. Feeling embarrassed at his inappropriate words. However just before you could respond, another, out of place voice replied for you.

“What the bloody hell?!” The all to familiar voice shrieked, causing the two men’s movements to halt and all of your guys’s eyes to widen.

“Ron?! have you heard of bloody knocking?!” Fred Finally let out after a couple seconds of shock. His typical smug confidence replaced with embarrassment as he grabbed his blanket and pulled it up to hide his and Freds bare bottoms and your own naked body sandwiched in between.

Rons mouth fell agape at his older brothers audacity, but quickly looked away, simply walking out while uttering one final, sarcastic and bewildered response. “Sorry i didn’t expect to walk in on my older brothers shagging one of my best friends!”

Once the sound of the door slamming close reverberated in the room you almost felt tears swelling in your eyes. Both in worry of your friendship with Ron and embarrassment. Which, of course, Fred immediately noticed.

“Hey hey, cut it out with the tears darling.” He quickly reassured despite his own embarrassment, reaching down to wipe the tears away before they could fall far.

George spoke next, pulling his now soft cock out of you as you he wrapped his arms around you in a form of a hug. They both knew you incredibly well, so they knew what you were worried about without you even voicing it.

And they also knew Ron, so they didn’t feel as worried as you, so now it was a matter of trying to get you to realize that. “Yeah pretty. You worried ‘bout Ron’s reaction? don’t be.” George said simply, running one hand in small up and down motions on your back.

“How do you know he won’t hate me?” You asked, swallowing shakily in as you spoke. Your mind immediately thinking up all of the worst case scenarios.

“Hmm let’s see.. he’s our brother and we know him?” Fred teased with a grin, though there was still a softness in his voice as he rubbed your cheek softly.

“He’ll be upset for a bit.. maybe ignore you a bit. It’ll be awkward at dinner tonight no doubt… maybe cause a bit of a scene. But trust me, he’ll get over it.” Fred reassured, confident in his words. Not bothering to lie and say that Ron will immediately be over it.

You let out a sound of thought, thinking about Fred’s words. You knew that sounded like Ron and was most likely what was going to happen, but you were an overthinker.

“Promise?” You let out after a couple seconds of living in your thoughts.

“Promise.” Fred and George both said in unison, the confidence and the solidity in their words helping you feel more at peace.

“Ok..” You let out with a soft smile, letting out a deep breath as you glanced at Fred then George.

You all were now sat at the dinner table. Molly talking away while you awkward looked downwards at your lap. You fork twirling in the pasta that Molly made for dinner tonight. Fred managed to act as if all was normal, though he still had an underlying hint of awkwardness. Evident in the way he’d avoid Ron’s eyes. George was much like you, cracking jokes like Fred but not really looking up from his food.

Ron on the other hand was taking times giving you all disgusted glares occasionally before looking back down at his own food. The tension in the air was palpable despite how everyone tried to ignore it. Harry awkwardly rubbing his hands on his pants as he observed the awkwardness in the room.

The only sounds in the room was Molly’s chatter as she attempted to ease the awkwardness in the room. Finally sitting down to enjoy her own food.

“So how is everyone?” Hermione eventually asks, her eyes roaming over the faces that she’s come to recognize and -usually- feel greatly comfortable with among the years.

Molly smiled as Hermione spoke, opening her mouth to speak before being cut off by Ron. “Bloody amazing… i bet Y/N, Fred ‘n George feel real amazing too.”

He spoke, his words dripping with sarcasm which added to the tension in the room. Everyone’s eyes going to the three of you as Ron gave you all his typical, bitter nasty look. Fred choking on his noodles while your cheeks heated up. George simply scrunching his eyes shut as if something abruptly dropped.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley!” Molly scolded among seeing the look Ron dared to give to you guys. Smacking his arm lightly with her napkin.

Ron’s attitude didn’t budge though, instead shifting his arm away from the napkin slightly as he spoke. Giving away enough but not too much. “Please, you’d be disgusted too if you saw them doing what i saw.” He emphasized the last words.

Everyone’s eye’s diverted back to the three of you’s shameful faces. Your fork stilling in between your fingers as you felt their gazes bore into your down-warded head.

“So.. what happened?” Harry muttered, voice laced with confusion and slight hesitance, unsure if he really wanted to know.

“Uh..” ��

“Yeah guys ‘what happened?’”

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insidekatmind · 5 months ago

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Teacher’s pet~Cho Sang-woo

Wearning: +18,smut,agep gap.

Request: yes!

Math class was over, but you were still there, sitting at your desk, while the other students were walking out, chatting among themselves. Cho Sang-woo, your teacher, had called your attention just before the bell rang.

"Stay a moment after class," he had said in that calm, authoritative tone that was so natural to him.

This was nothing new to you. Ever since he had become your teacher, you had attracted his attention with your constant effort and thirst for knowledge. You had always tried your best to shine in his classes, and he seemed to appreciate it. Maybe a little too much.

When the classroom emptied, Sang-woo motioned for you to sit on his lap, and you obeyed.

He smiled and caressed your bare thigh as he looked at you intently. "You exceeded my expectations once again," he began, making you purr.

You smile at his words and thank him. You loved compliments especially if they came from Sang woo, your favorite professor. He chuckles softly in return, appreciating your pleasant reaction. His smile is rare, but it's even more so when he offers it to you. His hand continues rubbing your thigh, gently kneading the soft flesh.

"I notice that you've been studying quite diligently," he observes, "always putting so much effort." You nod smiling.

He smiles back at you, his expression one of slight affection - not that he'd let that show too much, but you know him well enough to notice that subtle change. "It's good to see a student that actually cares about learning," he says, running his hand up your leg.

Smile at his words and his caresses. You loved these moments with him. “Thank you professor,” you say softly, looking at him longingly. His gaze meets yours, a hint of desire in his eyes mixed with his usual composure. He's very good at keeping his feelings at bay, but you could see through him, and he knew it well. He leans in closer to you, his hand now on your hip, pulling you closer.

"You know," he begins, his voice a little more low and sensual, "you're the best student I have." His eyes roam over your body intently, taking in every inch.You smile biting your lip. You loved hearing his compliments.

He notices your reaction, a small smirk appearing on his face. He gently pushes a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers trailing down your cheek. "You look good like this," he murmurs. You blush at his words and lean into his touch.

Many students envied you seeing how you looked longingly at Sang woo and how he paid more attention to you than the others,

He's aware of how much attention you pay to him, and it makes him feel a sense of power. It's a dangerous game, and he knows he's playing with fire, but he can't help it. He wants you. And he knows you want him too.His hand runs down your neck, his touch leaving a burning trail on your skin. "You're mine, aren't you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, full of possession and desire.

You close your eyes for a second smiling, loving his touch. You felt the heat and could feel your panties getting wet. “yes I am yours” you whisper looking at him. He smiles at your words, a possessive look in his eyes. "Good girl," he says, his hand moving around to the back of your neck, gently tilting your head up. "Only mine."

You felt even more excited at his words and you loved when he called you a good girl and Sang-woo knew it too. He knew exactly the effect he had on you, and he enjoyed it immensely. He loved seeing your excitement, how you reacted to him. It made him feel in control, powerful. He pushed your hair to the side, exposing your neck, and leaned in close, his lips hovering just above your skin. "You can only look at me like that," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "No one else." His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses, possessive and claiming.

You moan softly and close your eyes worshiping his lips on your skin. He smirks at your soft moan and continues kissing your neck, moving lower, to your collarbone. His hand slides around to your waist, gripping it possessively. "Only mine," he repeats, his words almost a growl, full of jealousy and desire.

His hand under your shirt, rubbing the soft skin he found there. "No one can have you like I do," He said between kisses. He moves closer to your chest, his nose now against your ear. "No one," he whispers hotly, almost as if he said it to himself.

You groan and nod at his words, agreeing with him. “I only want you,” you whisper. Sang-woo grins against your skin, enjoying your answer. "Good. Because I don't want to share you with anyone." He moves his hand to your chin, gently tilting your head up so that you look at him. His eyes are fixed on you, intense and possessive. "You're mine. Only mine."

Sang woo takes off your shirt and unbuttons your bra, placing them on his desk and starts licking your left nipple while his hand squeezes your right. You moan and arch to give him more space. He smirks, watching your reaction to his every touch. He's always enjoyed being the one in control, and seeing you react so sensitively to him only fueled his desire. He slowly twirls his tongue around your nipple, teasing you.

"You look so good like this," he murmurs, his free hand running down your side to your hip. "So sensitive... all for me."He takes your nipple between his teeth, gently biting, and you arch into him.

You moan loudly and grind against him. “so good” you moan putting your hand on his hair to give him more pressure. He smiles against your skin, enjoying your reaction. He loves seeing you this way, this vulnerable. He takes your nipple between his teeth again, biting a little harder this time, making you gasp. "Yes, so good," he nurmured.

He moves one hand down between your legs, feeling your panties. "So wet already," he murmurs against your skin. "Are you this desperate for me?" You whimper at his words and fingers. “Yes” you murmur longingly looking at him with lust.

He growls softly, his fingers rubbing against you through your panties, "You're such a good girl for me." He moves his lips to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving small marks on your skin. You moan at his touch and grind on his fingers. “Please,” you moan desperately.

He chuckles at your plea, enjoying the way you're begging him. "Please what?" he asks, feigning ignorance as he rubs you through your panties. "Use your words." He wanted to hear you say it, make you squirm, make you beg. He was in complete control, and he was loving every second.

“please, touch me” you beg, looking at him as you grind on his fingers. He grins wickedly. "Beg more," he orders, his fingers still rubbing against you, but not giving you the touch you want. "You can do better than that." You whimper at his words begging and begging for more. Sang-woo moans feeling how wet I was for him.

"That's it. Good girl," he says, finally satisfied with your begging. His hand moves under your waist, pulling you even closer. He kisses you with need and want. You moan into the kiss feeling him put a finger in your pussy and move it.

He loved hearing your moans, proof that he was the one who could make you feel this way, the one who had you on the palm of his hand. Sang –woo moved his tongue in sync against yours, feeling every sound you made for him. You loved that he was so in control of you even in the way he kissed you, he was in control of everything. You gripped at his hair to pull him closer, wanting more. He moans in response, enjoying your grip in his hair. But he doesn't let you take control, no, he's the one in charge here, and he makes sure you know it. Sang-woo presses you against the table, his body pinning you in place as he continues his ministrations.

Sang-woo lifts his finger inside you and opens your thighs and starts licking your pussy with hunger and experience making you moan. He was good at this, he knew what he was doing. And he knew how much you loved it. You loved how dominant and controlled he was, how he made sure you took everything he gave you. It was a rush.

Sang woo licked and sucked, his tongue moving in ways you couldn’t imagine. He wanted to make you feel this good, to make you a moaning mess. He was good at this, he knew what he was doing. And he knew how much you loved it. You loved how dominant and controlled he was, how he made sure you took everything he gave you. It was a rush. Sang woo licked and sucked, his tongue moving in ways you couldn’t imagine. He wanted to make you feel this good, to make you a moaning mess.

You gripped the edges of the desk tightly, your knuckles turning white, as you arched your back in ecstasy. It was too much, and yet you wanted more, you needed more. "Please," you moaned, "don't stop."He smirked against you at your words, he knew he was doing a good job. He wanted to hear you beg more, he wanted you to completely lose it. He intensified his efforts, wanting you to reach that peak.

“Does my pet like it when I devour her tight pussy?” Sang woo purrs as he licks and sucks your pussy hungrily. Your whole body tenses at his words, and you let out a moan that bordered on a scream. It was too much. The way he was talking, the way he was touching you, it was driving you crazy. "Oh god yes" you moan out, completely losing control of yourself. "Please don't stop".

He had you right where he wanted you, completely at his mercy. He loved having this power over you, knowing that he could bring you to the edge and back. He continued his ministrations, wanting to make sure you were completely satisfied. You was a mess, your body trembling and shaking from his touches. You were in complete ecstasy and he was the one responsible for it.

He makes circles with his tongue and hits your g-spot, teasing and sucking it. You can barely form words, it was just a series of moans and gasps, your mind completely clouded with pleasure. He knew exactly where to touch and when, how to make you feel this good. You couldn't help it, you couldn't think of anything else besides the pleasure he was giving you. Your body was shaking, and you gripped the edges of the desk tightly, trying to hold on to something, anything, as he took you to the edge. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the climax, and you weren't sure if you could handle it.

You could hear him chuckling softly between kisses, loving how he was making you feel. He was enjoying this, enjoying the control he had over you. He continued his ministrations, more aggressively this time, needing to hear your sounds. He wanted to know how far he could push you, how much he could drive you wild.

"That's it," he growls, "let go for me, pet. Show me how much you need me." You moan and come as you closed your eyes in pleasure. “So good” you murmur between moans. He smiles at your words, pleased with himself knowing he was the one who made you feel this way. He slowly moves up again, trailing kiss across your body till he reaches your face. "So beautiful" he murmurs, looking at you with intense eyes, "all mine."

“This is a little reward for being so obedient and studious” Sang woo purrs at you and then flips you over placing you on your stomach on the desk bending your ass. You feel a mix of excitement and anticipation as he positions you on your stomach. He’s in control, and you love it. You feel him running his hand up your inner thigh, his touch possessive and dominant.

Sang woo spits his saliva on your asshole then sticks a finger in and teases it making you scream. He smiled and raised his finger unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers and with one push he entered you making you both moan.

You're completely at his mercy, with no control or power. It's a new feeling, one you're not used to, but in this moment you trust him. You trust him not to hurt you, to take care of you.

Sang woo pushes himself towards you fucking you hard on his desk grunting. He's rough with you, but you don't mind. You want him, need him. He takes you with a possessiveness that makes you shiver.It's so different, so intense, compared to when you're in his bed. He's not gentle, he's not slow.

You moan feeling him grab some of your hair pulling you closer to make you feel more. "You like getting fucked by your teacher, huh?" he murmurs in your ear grunting as he playfully nibbled on your earlobe.

You let out a soft moan, your mind clouded with pleasure. "Yes," you manage to gasp out, the words leaving your mouth before you can even think. "I like it, professor..." He smiles and smacks your butt. "Oh, don't call me professor pet, call me what you call me at home while I fuck you" Sang-Woo whispers increasing his thrusts.

You moan loudly and try to form words. "Daddy" you finally manage to gasp, your cheeks burning with embarrassment but also excitement. "Please, Daddy..." Sang-woo grunts at the sound of that, the word sending a chill down his spine. He loves it, he loves the way you call him that. "Again," he orders, his voice thick with want. You moan and repeat the word, "Daddy." It feels so wrong but so right. He's in control, and he's making you feel amazing.

He loves how vulnerable you are like this, how you willingly give yourself to him. He leans forward, his lips against your ear as he speaks, his voice low and commanding. "That's it," he murmurs, "who do you belong to?" you whimper, your mind completely clouded with pleasure. "You, Daddy." you answer back breathlessly. "I belong to you."

He groans at your response, your words fueling his desire even more. "Good girl," he praises you, his voice thick with satisfaction, "now tell me, who is the only one who gets to see you like this?" you whimper, your mind completely clouded with pleasure. "You, Daddy,” you repeat, “only you.” He loves hearing you say that, knowing that you're his, that no one else gets to have you this way. He leans in again, his voice low and possessive. "Damn right."

You scream in pleasure feeling his thrusts get stronger, you moan coming on him and Sang woo grunts feeling your pussy squeezing his cock cumming inside you."That's right babygirl, take all my cum" Sang woo murmurs as he nibbled you the neck. His words have a strange effect on your brain, and you find yourself craving him more than ever. You want him to keep talking, to keep doing what he's doing. It's almost too much, the way he has control over your body and mind.

His lips on your neck send electricity through you, and you cling to him tight, as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. You want more, always more. He chuckles softly at your clinging, knowing he has you completely under his control. "Such a needy little thing," he murmurs, "but it's okay, you're mine to take care of." you whimper at his words, the idea of being his, of being taken care of by him, is both maddening and comforting. It's a feeling you didn't think you'd ever experience with anyone, but here you are, completely submitting to him.

Sang-woo smiles and pulls out of you making you whimper. He lifts up his boxers and underwear and then turns you around to help you get dressed. “When you come home later you will have more, now you have to go to class” you say softly as he kisses your neck.

You can't help but feel a pang of disappointment, wanting more of what he just gave you. but you know he's right, and you have to go to class. you turn around and kiss him back, your lips lingering on his for a moment before pulling away. "I'll be counting the minutes," you whisper, your words conveying more than just a simple goodbye. He chuckles softly, his fingers trailing down your arm. "I'll be counting too, be a good girl in class, okay?" he says, his voice taking on a commanding tone, a playful smirk on his face.

You nod, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the tone of voice. You know he'll be watching, waiting for you to come home. "I'll be good, I promise." you reply, your voice soft and obedient.

With that, he releases you, and you reluctantly head out to class. The rest of the day seemed to drag on, your mind excited with thoughts of him, of what he'll do to you later.

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heejamas · 5 months ago

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nicest guy: 22. unspoken desires

word count: ~5.5k words + 7 screenshots

warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, jake and hoon hate each other, lil bit voyeurish (spoilers), very suggestive

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There’s something uniquely terrifying about being invited to a college party—especially when it’s at Yeonjun’s frat house. Not in the way horror movies are, where someone’s about to get stabbed by a masked lunatic. No, this is worse. This is the kind of terrifying that comes from knowing the night will definitely end in chaos, and somehow, you’ll be at the center of it.

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The last time you set foot in Yeonjun’s chaotic palace of regrets and poor decisions, Sunghoon puked on your cousin—yes, your actual flesh-and-blood cousin who was just trying to enjoy a casual Friday night. The cops showed up ten minutes later, and you ended up hiding in a room with both Jake and Sunghoon. To top it off, your older brother almost got arrested because someone (and you’re not saying it was Woonhak, but let’s be real, it was Woonhak) thought it’d be funny to sneak into the party, got stuck in the bushes outside, and caused such a commotion that he got 2 million likes on TikTok sharing his story.

So yeah, when Jake—quarterback extraordinaire and human golden retriever—invited you to another party at Yeonjun’s, your first instinct was to laugh. Your second instinct was to say no, but Jake’s puppy eyes were criminally persuasive.

You caught that subtle hint of “I’ll literally implode if you don’t come.” Jake’s crush on you wasn’t exactly subtle. It was the kind of crush that was written all over his face every time he saw you, like he was auditioning for a rom-com where he was the lovable idiot and you were the girl who was way too good for him.

Then there was Sunghoon, who… well, let’s just say he was a different breed. If Jake was a golden retriever, Sunghoon was a cat. One of those sleek, arrogant ones that you desperately wanted to pet, even though you knew they’d probably claw your hand off. He’d be there too. Of course he would. The universe had a sick sense of humor like that.

Now you’re standing in front of your closet, trying to decide if you want to look hot enough to make Jake’s jaw drop, or just cool enough to get under Sunghoon’s skin.

So you decided to have some fun. At least.

When you finally arrive at Yeonjun’s, the bass from the music is already thudding so hard it feels like it’s trying to crack the pavement. Sunoo and Giselle, your best friends and loyal companions for this adventure, are walking on either side of you, both armed with energy that screams “let’s make tonight unforgettable.”

Inside, the party is already in full swing, and you’re immediately greeted by the familiar chaos: red solo cups everywhere, someone already trying to drunkenly rap along to the music, and Yeonjun himself standing on a table pretending to DJ. You scan the room until your eyes land on your brother, who’s laughing with none other than Sunghoon.

Great. Sunghoon. Just your luck.

Your brother waves you over, and as you approach, you realize the group is bigger than you expected. Sunghoon, of course, is there, but so is Jay, his roommate, along with Leehan and Taesan, who you recognize from the last party disaster.

“Y/n!” your brother calls, throwing an arm around your shoulder like he hasn’t seen you in years. “Finally, you’re here.”

You exchange greetings, but your eyes keep flickering to Sunghoon, who’s watching you with that unreadable expression he always has. He’s been acting weird around you lately, and you’re pretty sure you know why. He wants you back. He’s finally admitted it to himself, even if he’ll never say it out loud.

Still, he’s sticking close, hovering just enough to make his presence known. And as much as you’d like to ignore it, you can’t help but notice the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only person in the room. It’s unsettling—and annoyingly flattering.

But you’ve got bigger problems. Like the fact that Jake is also here, and you need to go say hi to him. After all, he’s the one who invited you, and it would be rude not to. You excuse yourself from your brother’s group, promising to catch up later, and head toward the other side of the room where you spotted Jake. Jake, incredibly hot Jake.

Jake lights up when he sees you, his grin as bright and boyish as ever. “Y/n! You made it!”

“Of course I did,” you say, returning his smile. “I couldn’t miss the big victory party, could I?”

“Exactly,” Jake says, clearly thrilled that you’re here. “We totally crushed it last week, didn’t we? Sunghoon and I were unstoppable out there.”

“You were great,” you agree, though you can’t help but notice the slight tension in his voice when he mentions Sunghoon. The two of them may be incredible on the field, but off the field, their mutual dislike is impossible to ignore.

“Speaking of Sunghoon,” Jake says, glancing over your shoulder, “is he still glued to you, or did he finally give you some space?”

You turn to see Sunghoon not far away, leaning against a wall but very much keeping you in his line of sight. The look on his face when your eyes meet is enough to send a shiver down your spine. It’s almost like a challenge, daring you to ignore him.

“I asked both of you to be civil tonight,” you remind Jake with a raised eyebrow. “Can you at least try?”

Jake sighs dramatically but nods. “For you? Fine. But only because you asked nicely.”

Sunghoon leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on you and Jake as if they were glued there by some invisible force. He hated this—hated how much he noticed the way Jake’s grin widened when you laughed, how easily you seemed to click with him. But mostly, he hated the way he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

There was something magnetic between you two, something that made it impossible for Sunghoon to keep his distance. He didn’t want to admit it at first, but lately, it was all he could think about. The way your smile made his chest tighten, the way your presence turned every room into something brighter, warmer. And it wasn’t just him—he knew Jake felt it too. He could see it in the way Jake looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

This wasn’t the first time he and Jake had been in this situation, though. A painful memory tugged at the edges of his mind, a memory he wished he could bury. Wonyoung. That name alone was enough to make his stomach twist. Back when he and Jake were friends—actual friends, not whatever tense truce they had now—they’d both fallen for Wonyoung. She’d played them both, lied to them, and left their friendship in ruins. But neither of them knew the full truth about what happened, not really. Sunghoon had tried to piece it together, but the whole thing still felt like a mess of half-truths and unanswered questions.

And now, here they were again, caught in a silent war over you.

He clenched his jaw, watching as Jake led you across the room to meet his friends. Sunghoon’s fists tightened at his sides, but he didn’t move. Not yet. He didn’t want to cause a scene, especially not here. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that history was about to repeat itself—and this time, it would be worse.

Jake, on the other hand, was living his best life. He couldn’t believe you were actually here, standing next to him, smiling like you weren’t the most gorgeous person in the room. He’d been planning this all week—trying to make sure everything was perfect, or at least as perfect as it could be at Yeonjun’s chaotic house party.

“Come on,” Jake said, his hand brushing yours as he guided you through the crowd. “Let’s find the guys."

When you reached their group, they greeted you like an old friend. Heeseung was the first to pull you into a quick hug, his usual warm grin lighting up his face. “Y/n! Finally. Jake’s been insufferable all week, you know. All, ‘Do you think she’ll come? What should I wear?’ It was tragic.”

“Shut up,” Jake groaned, rubbing the back of his neck while you laughed.

Beomgyu piped up next, his energy as chaotic as ever. “And don’t forget how he made us all run drills twice this week. ‘Gotta keep the momentum from the game,’” Beomgyu said, mimicking Jake’s voice. “It’s a party, not a press conference, dude.”

“You’re just mad I benched you last semester,” Jake shot back, smirking.

Beomgyu held up his hands in mock surrender. “Fair. But hey, at least now they know I’m not just a benchwarmer.”

“They should’ve known that the second you stepped on the field,” you said, giving him a small smile. “That last game? You killed it.”

Beomgyu’s grin widened. “Thanks, Y/n. At least someone here appreciates me.”

Soobin chimed in with a dry laugh. “Don’t let it go to your head, Beomgyu.”

The banter flowed easily, the group dynamic comfortable and familiar. But despite the lighthearted vibe, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was brewing. You’d caught Sunghoon watching you earlier, his gaze heavy, like he was trying to tell you something without words. And Jake—he was trying so hard to keep your attention, but there was an edge to him tonight, a tension that didn’t quite match his usual easygoing demeanor.

Later, Jake led you outside, away from the noise and chaos of the party. The cool night air wrapped around you as you stepped onto the deck, and for a moment, it felt like you could breathe again.

Jake leaned against the railing, his hands in his pockets as he looked over at you. “You’re having fun, right?”

“I am,” you said, smiling. “Your friends always make it easy.”

“They like you,” Jake said, his voice softer now. “I mean… who wouldn’t?”

The way he was looking at you made your stomach flip. There was something different about his expression—something serious, almost vulnerable. He took a step closer, the tension between you building with each passing second. The cool night air was a relief after the chaos inside, and you leaned against the railing, letting out a breath. Jake stood next to you, that signature lopsided grin playing on his lips.

“But they speak way too much,” he sighed. “Thought I’d never get you alone.”

You raised a brow. “Oh? That was your goal all along?”

He chuckled, tilting his head. “What can I say? Gotta take my chances.”

It was easy with Jake. The banter, the teasing—it never felt forced. And maybe that’s what made moments like this dangerous.

“Gotta admit,” he continued, eyes flicking to yours, “you look really good tonight.”

The way he said it, casual but undeniably flirty, sent a small thrill down your spine.

“You say that like I don’t always look good,” you shot back, smirking.

Jake laughed, bumping his shoulder against yours. “Okay, fair point.”

For a moment, the conversation lulled, but it wasn’t awkward. Just… charged. He was close, and you could tell he was waiting for something. A sign, maybe.

And then his expression shifted—just slightly, but enough for you to notice.

Before you could respond, the door to the backyard opened, and Sunghoon stepped out, his eyes immediately locking with yours. Jungwon was with him, even though he had no idea you were there with Jake. Sunghoon looked like he had something on his mind, but when he saw Jake next to you, his expression tightened.

Jungwon and Sunghoon approached you and Jake, their casual demeanor almost making you forget how tense things were between them. Sunghoon gave you a nod, his eyes briefly lingering on you before shifting to Jake. Jungwon seemed to sense the shift, giving a little shrug as he offered Sunghoon the joint. "Alright, no fights tonight, okay? Let's just keep it chill."

Sunghoon took the joint with a grin that barely concealed the edge in his voice. "Yeah, yeah, no promises," he said, his eyes locking onto Jake for a second too long. The message was clear: they were both trying to play nice, but it was only because you asked them to. And neither of them were doing it because they wanted to.

"Hey," Jungwon greeted with his usual friendly grin. "You two good?"

"Yeah," you answered, flashing a smile. "Just enjoying the fresh air."

Sunghoon didn’t say much, just a subtle tilt of his head as he looked at both of you. His eyes then shifted to the joint in his hand, a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Want a hit?" Sunghoon asked, his voice smooth, offering it to you and Jake. The offer hung in the air, the tension between him and Jake as thick as the smoke curling around them.

Jake shot Sunghoon a glance, his posture stiffening for just a second. "Nah, we’re good," he said, quickly turning to you. "Right, Y/N?"

You shrugged, but the playful glint in your eye didn’t escape Sunghoon's notice. "I’m good," you replied, your voice light. "But thanks."

"Alright then," Sunghoon said, exhaling smoke and offering a small smile. He didn’t wait for any more responses before walking away, Jungwon falling into step beside him.

As they walked off, you noticed how Sunghoon’s gaze lingered on you with heat in his stare. It was like a challenge, and something in his eyes told you that he wasn’t done with this game yet.

The moment felt charged—electrified—but it broke when Jake cleared his throat, putting a hand gently on your arm. "Let’s head back inside," he suggested, his voice more urgent than usual. "We’re missing all the fun."

As you walked back into the party with Jake, the noise and chaos of Yeonjun's house party immediately swallowed you up. The beat of the music thudded in your chest, and the air was thick with laughter, chatter, and the scent of alcohol. Jake’s hand brushed against yours briefly, but when you reached the group of your friends, he gave you a quick nod, clearly excited to see them.

"Catch you later," he said, his grin easy and casual as he drifted off toward Heeseung and some of the others.

But just before he turned away, you caught a flash of irritation in his eyes. It was subtle, hidden under the mask of his usual charm, but you could tell. He hadn’t gotten his chance with you yet, and that was clearly bugging him. The thought of being brushed off for now didn’t sit well with him, but he wasn’t about to let it show. Not yet.

You could almost feel the weight of his unspoken frustration as he turned his back, but as he made his way through the crowd, his determination was clear. He wasn’t going to give up on you that easily.

You waved him off, letting him disappear into the crowd as you focused on Sunoo and Giselle, who were already waving you over.

"Finally managed to escape the chaos outside?" Sunoo teased, his usual grin spreading across his face. You joined them, enjoying the chat, but there was still a lingering sense of tension that you couldn’t shake off. You tried to push it aside, making the most of the time with your friends.

As Jake disappeared into the crowd, you didn’t think much of it. Instead, you turned back to your friends, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you decided to let loose for a bit. The rest of the night carried on with drinks, laughter, and dancing. Sunoo and Giselle were already leading you in a ridiculous dance-off, and you were more than happy to oblige, tossing back shots and swaying to the beat as the music enveloped you.

For a while, you forgot all about the JakeHoon situation. The fun of the night kept you distracted, and you laughed harder than you had in a long time.

But as the night wore on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or rather, someone—was missing. When you finally found yourself in a quieter spot near the bar, nursing another drink and chatting with Giselle, you felt a flicker of that familiar, magnetic pull again. You turned your head just in time to see Sunghoon walking back into the party, his expression unreadable, but his eyes immediately locking onto yours.

It was almost as if the room quieted when he stepped in, the noise fading in the background as you watched him glide through the crowd with that undeniable confidence. And when his eyes landed on you, that quiet intensity returned, making your heart skip a beat.

He’d been gone for a while, but now, Sunghoon was back—and it seemed like he was looking for something… or maybe someone.

His movements were smooth and effortless, cutting through the crowd like he owned the place. His eyes never strayed from you as he made his way over, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking toward you with purpose—like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Hey," Sunghoon said when he reached you, his tone playful, though his gaze was anything but lighthearted. He quickly nodded toward your friends. "You having fun?"

Sunoo grinned back, and Giselle raised an eyebrow, but before either of them could say anything, Sunghoon’s attention shifted solely to you. He leaned closer, just enough to make you feel the warmth of his body next to yours. "Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself," he remarked, his voice low and easy, as if they’d known each other for much longer than just tonight. What's that supposed to mean?

You raised an eyebrow, trying to match his tone. "Wouldn’t you be too, if you weren't in my shoes?" you replied, voice teasing.

Sunghoon smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’m sure you’re used to all the attention by now," he said, giving you a once-over that made your skin prickle. His gaze lingered, and you felt that familiar tension building up between you two.

You chuckled softly, trying to play it off. "I don’t know. Seems like there’s always someone else trying to catch my eye."

Sunghoon’s lips twitched into a half-smirk. "Oh, I’m sure you can keep them waiting. Though," he leaned in a little closer, just enough to make you aware of his proximity, "I wouldn’t keep them waiting too long."

As you exchanged words, you felt a pair of eyes watching you from the corner of your vision. Glancing over, you caught a glimpse of Jake standing across the room, his eyes fixed on the two of you. He didn’t approach, but the tension in his stare was unmistakable.

Sunghoon noticed too, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He pulled back just slightly, his tone shifting. "You should get back to your boyfriend," he said, the words dripping with playful challenge. His gaze, however, was still locked on you, the heat in it not quite masked by the lighthearted remark.

After Sunghoon left, you kept talking with Sunoo and Giselle, trying to shake off the weirdness in the air. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know Sunghoon’s eyes were on you the entire time. The guy had a way of looking at you like you were his next challenge, and you were starting to get a little tired of it. Or, well, maybe not tired, more like… intrigued?

You were at the bar, scanning the options for your next drink when you felt a familiar presence behind you. Without even having to look, you could feel the tension in the air—it was Jake. You half-turned and gave him a smile. He was leaning against the bar, looking at you like he was about to say something, but there was a little more intent in his gaze than you were used to.

"Hey," Jake said, eyes scanning you quickly, like he was checking for any signs of discomfort. "Everything good?"

"Yeah, just getting a drink," you replied, glancing around at the chaos of the party. It was busy, loud, and full of people—yet, it felt like the noise started to fade when he stood next to you.

Jake leaned in, his arm brushing against yours as he spoke. "Just don’t go overboard with the drinks, alright?" He flashed you a teasing smirk, but there was something softer underneath. "But if you do get a little too wild, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Just like you did for me last time."

You raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by the shift in tone. "You really think I need someone to take care of me?" you teased, your lips curving into a smile.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. "Well, considering how you saved me from turning into a disaster last time, I figured I’d return the favor." His eyes glinted with a mischievous spark as he added, "But honestly, I’d rather just have you around and make sure you’re enjoying the night."

You smirked, a little flattered but still keeping up the playful attitude. "I’m a big girl, Jake. I think I can handle it."

Jake's grin widened, his eyes locking onto yours with that familiar intensity. He leaned in a bit closer, his voice lower now, almost like he was sharing a secret.

"I know you're a big girl," he said with a playful wink. "But that doesn't mean I can't look out for you. Besides, there's something about keeping you close that makes everything a lot more fun."

You could feel the heat of his words, and it made your heart race a little faster. His tone was smooth, almost dangerously charming. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was enjoying getting under your skin, pushing all the right buttons.

You leaned back against the bar, trying to play it cool. "I’m not sure if you’re trying to flirt with me or just make me feel like I’m about to be babysat, but it’s working either way."

Jake laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with that familiar cocky energy. "Maybe a little bit of both," he teased, then added with a smirk, "But hey, if you’d rather I just focus on keeping you entertained instead of worrying about your drinks, I’m all for that too."

You felt the tension between you two, a pull that only seemed to grow stronger with each word. The music of the party seemed to fade out completely as you locked eyes with him again.

"Alright, so what’s your plan then?" you asked, leaning in just slightly.

Jake took a slow step back, his grin never faltering. "How about I show you a quieter spot?" He raised an eyebrow as he glanced toward the stairs. "We can talk a little more. I promise it’s not as boring as it sounds."

You glanced toward the staircase for a moment, then back at him. A part of you was curious, but you weren’t sure if this was just another one of his playful moves—or something more.

"Lead the way," you said, trying to keep your voice casual, though there was a spark of excitement in your chest.

Jake’s smile was triumphant as he gestured toward the stairs. "This way, then."

As you followed him up the stairs, you couldn’t help but notice the way he moved, confident, almost like he knew exactly how to get under your skin. And as you reached the top of the stairs, you realized there was no backing out now—this was going to be one interesting night.

As you and Jake made your way up the stairs, you couldn’t help but notice Sunghoon standing a little further away, his eyes locked on you two. He looked… well, you couldn’t quite place it, but there was definitely something in his gaze. It wasn’t anger, but it wasn’t exactly admiration either. It was like a mix of confusion, jealousy, and, strangely enough, something else.

You could feel it, but you didn’t have time to linger on it too long. Jake's hand brushed yours as you reached the top of the stairs, and the tension between you two was almost unbearable.

Just as you stepped onto the landing, Jake glanced back, only to find Sunghoon still watching you. Their eyes for a split second, and it was almost like a silent exchange, like they were sizing each other up. Sunghoon took a slow sip from his drink, eyes narrowing slightly, almost as if he was giving Jake some kind of… permission.

Jake, on the other hand, didn’t seem fazed. As you passed a group of people laughing and chatting, you caught a glimpse of Heeseung entering a room with a girl. Jake didn’t recognize her at first, but the moment he saw her face, he remembered the girl's name. Ronnie. Heeseung's situationship. Jake lets out a quiet laugh, though he’s already turning his attention back to you.

Jake, still leading you down the quieter part of the hall, was all smiles as he glanced back at you. “So, what do you think? Pretty nice spot, huh?”

You took in the vibe of the hallway. It was quieter here, a little more private, but not entirely deserted. You could still hear some laughter and faint music from the main area of the party. "Yeah, definitely not the worst place to escape to."

Jake turned to face you, a teasing grin on his face. “Well, you know, I don’t just bring anyone up here.”

You smirked, not missing the implication. “I’m honored, then.”

The playful tension was thick between you two now, and you could tell Jake was trying to decide whether to make his move or not. His eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment, and you felt your heart skip a beat. His smirk turned into something more genuine, more real. He wasn’t just playing anymore—he was figuring out whether you were the kind of girl who would let him take the lead, or if you were going to make him work for it.

"You know," Jake says with that same cocky smile, "I’ve been thinking. You really know how to make everything more interesting than it should be. Not that I’m complaining, of course."

You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? I thought I was just keeping things fun."

Jake chuckles, a little more softly this time. "Yeah, but I’m starting to think I might want to keep you to myself tonight. You know, less distractions."

His tone shifts just a little, something softer underneath the teasing. The air between you both feels a little heavier now, the kind of tension that makes your heart race.

As the playful banter continued, you both found yourselves moving a little closer, the tension building. And you both knew this moment was just about ready to hit a tipping point.

But before Jake could make any move, you noticed out of the corner of your eye—Sunghoon. He was still standing down the hall with Jay, but now, there was no mistaking the look on his face. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was… something more. Jake noticed too, and his posture stiffened, though he didn’t acknowledge Sunghoon directly. He just kept his focus on you.

“You know,” Jake said, leaning in a bit more, “we’re not gonna get interrupted here. Not like back downstairs.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming. "You sure?"

Jake chuckled softly, eyes glinting with a touch of amusement. "Definitely not."

And just like that, you both knew—you didn’t need to rush this, but the moment had definitely arrived. As the moment stretched on, you realized this was it. The game was on.

The moment lingered in the air like a breath held too long. You and Jake stood there, just inches apart, the weight of it all between you. The conversation had slowed, but not because there was nothing to say—it was because words didn’t feel necessary anymore.

Jake brushed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "You know, you're even more beautiful up close," he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

You smiled, the playful tension still hanging there. "Flattery, huh? Is that how you get girls?"

He grinned, his gaze shifting between your lips and your eyes. "If it works, yeah. But I think you're more than just… a pretty face."

He leaned in, just enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. Jake’s hand lingered on your chin, tilting your face just the right way, and you felt your heart race. His gaze was intense, but there was a softness in the way he looked at you, like he was waiting for permission, even though neither of you had said a word.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper, as if he needed you to say it aloud before he could take the next step.

You nodded, a slight smile tugging at your lips. "I think you know it is."

And just like that, his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment. He deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, his hands now at your waist, holding you tightly, as if the only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him.

His lips moved against yours with a steady pressure, coaxing you to lean into him. You let out a soft breath as the kiss deepened, and for a moment, everything else—the noise of the party, the other people in the house—disappeared entirely.

Jake’s lips were soft but demanding, his touch gentle but confident, and you couldn’t help but respond. His hand moved to the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair, and pulling you even closer, if that was even possible. The heat between you two was undeniable, and for once, everything around you felt irrelevant.

Your pulse quickened, your body instinctively reacting to his closeness. His lips were in perfect sync with yours, and the kiss became more urgent, more intense. You could feel his breath against your skin, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, his heart racing just as fast as yours. His hand moved to your back, drawing you in so tightly you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.

His lips left yours briefly, and you felt him press his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, the space between you two almost unbearable. His voice was barely a whisper, filled with heat. “You make it hard to stop,” he muttered, his fingers trailing down your back in slow, deliberate motions.

You smirked, your hand brushing against his chest. “You’re not exactly trying to stop.”

Jake chuckled darkly, his lips curving into a smile as he kissed you again, deeper this time. You couldn’t help but respond, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his clothes. The kiss was no longer just a kiss.

And then, from the corner of your eye, you felt it. Someone was watching.

Sunghoon.

From a distance, he stood there, his eyes fixed on the scene. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word, but the way he watched felt almost too intense. Like he was studying the moment, feeling the tension simmering in his chest, but not knowing what to do with it. His hand tightened around his drink, and Jay, standing beside him, noticed the subtle shift.

“You good?” Jay asked, giving Sunghoon a side glance, confused by the way his friend seemed both intrigued and irritated.

Sunghoon didn’t respond at first, his gaze still locked on Jake and you. His jaw clenched slightly, and for the first time, Jay wondered if there was something more going on in Sunghoon’s head. It was a weird mix of jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite place. Sunghoon didn’t say anything—he just sipped his drink, eyes never leaving the couple.

Meanwhile, Jake, completely oblivious to the silent observer, was enjoying the kiss, the quiet power of the moment. He knew Sunghoon was watching, could feel his presence from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t care. If anything, it made the kiss feel even more thrilling, knowing that someone else—someone who hated him—was helpless to look away.

And when the kiss finally broke, you were both left breathless, eyes locked. The distance between you two had disappeared, and it wasn’t just a physical space. Something else had shifted, something far deeper.

“So,” Jake said, voice husky as he leaned his forehead against yours, “What now, princess?”

You smirked, already feeling the spark between you two. "Guess we wait and see."

But neither of you could deny that the game had just begun.

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pixiexdusts-world · 4 months ago

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A taste of temptation

Hwang In-ho x younger!reader

Summary: Hwang In-ho’s shy date shares their first kiss with him, as he draws them into his world of control and temptation.

Word count: 668

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A Taste of Temptation

The night had ended too soon, or maybe not soon enough. Hwang In-ho, the stoic, ever-controlled figure I had gotten to know over the past few weeks, walked me to my doorstep in silence. My heart hammered against my chest with every step, each one feeling heavier than the last. He was older, commanding, intimidating even, yet there was something about his gaze that made me feel exposed, like he could see right through me.

I didn’t know how to act. The dinner had been pleasant, though I couldn’t help but fumble with my words, my hands, my nervous energy making itself known in every little movement. When he had asked if I’d like to go out again, I could hardly breathe. Was this really happening? Did he actually want to spend more time with me?

We reached my apartment, and I turned to face him, my heart in my throat. He wasn’t much taller than me, but somehow, he seemed to tower over me. His eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—were focused on me, studying, assessing. He was waiting for me to say something, but my mind had gone blank.

“You’ve been quiet all evening,” he said, his voice low and steady, almost like he was amused by my awkwardness.

I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out. Instead, my fingers nervously twisted the strap of my purse. He stepped closer, so close that I could feel his breath, warm against my face. I swallowed hard, too nervous to move, too scared to break the tension between us.

“You’re nervous,” he noted, the corner of his mouth lifting into a subtle smile. “I can feel it.”

I nodded, barely able to meet his gaze.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice softer now, but still with an edge of something darker. “I don’t bite… unless you ask me to.”

His words sent a chill down my spine, and I instinctively took a step back, only for him to move with me, closing the distance in an instant. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol from dinner or the overwhelming tension, but something in me urged me to speak.

“I… I’ve never…”

His expression changed, and I noticed a flicker of interest in his eyes. “Never kissed anyone?” he asked, his tone smooth, like he was savoring the words.

I nodded, my face burning with embarrassment.

“Hmm,” he murmured, his voice tinged with something darker now. “You’re very… innocent.” He didn’t sound judgmental, but rather… intrigued. “I think I could teach you a few things.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, suddenly unsure of where this was going. But before I could pull away, his hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. The touch was gentle, but there was a possessiveness in it that sent a shiver through me.

“You’re too beautiful to be this shy,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let me show you something different.”

His lips were just inches from mine now, his breath mixing with mine. I could feel the heat from his body, and it made my head spin. I had never been this close to anyone before—especially not someone like him. My hands shook as I tried to step back, but he was already pulling me in, his hand gently cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing along my skin.

“Relax,” he said, his voice soothing but with a hint of something darker beneath it. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to see how you react.”

Before I could protest, his lips pressed softly against mine. It was slow, measured, but as soon as his lips touched mine, everything else disappeared. He was gentle at first, coaxing me to respond, his kiss deepening when he felt me hesitate.

I was frozen, unsure of what to do, how to respond. His lips parted slightly, and his tongue brushed against mine, a silent invitation. He wanted more. He wanted to take control. And for some reason, I found myself letting him.

His kiss became more insistent, his hand now resting at the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I could feel his power in every movement, the way he commanded my body without a single word.

“You’re not as innocent as you think,” he murmured between kisses, his lips moving to my neck. “You just need someone to help you find out.”

His words sent a rush of warmth through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back, feeling a part of me start to unravel under his touch. He was right—there was something in me that wanted to give in, to let him guide me, even if I didn’t fully understand what that would mean.

For the first time in my life, I felt a thrill from the way he controlled me, a temptation that I wasn’t sure I was ready for—but a temptation that felt impossible to resist.

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astrogre · 1 year ago

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Astro observations 2

Disclaimer: I would like to confirm that my observations are the niche ways in which a placement may manifest, it is the way I’ve noticed it in others, the people around me, celebrities, myself and in my studies. It is not the doctrine wide broad way the placement occurs for everyone.

Jupiter 7H can have a reputation of wanting EVERYONE. Anyone with a pulse, they like everyone, usually their dating history is so diverse that if you put all their love interests in a room together it would be the most strangest group of people. Drake has this placement and he is known for wanting, going on dates with or having a relationship with Nicki minaj, Ice Spice, Jorja smith, JLo, Kylie Jenner, Tyra Banks, Sza, Hailey Beiber, Serena Williams, literally everyone. Marilyn Monroe also has this placement and people would say the same about her. With this placement it can make the native have interest with a lot of people. You can have plenty of potential partners.

Having 12H placements Sun especially can make you feel like your gifts, talents, purpose or whatever planet topic is in it, was made for others. Like serving an ungrateful, complaining customer that ends up eating the entire plate anyway. You individually may not be selfless but it feels like the planet in the 12H benefits others and not you. It feels like a fire that burns to keep others warm.

Conjuncts to the MC (planets and asteroid) show what you are most known for in the workplace, what you’re like at your best self too. Any placements conjunct to MC show what you are like at the peak of your life and how you act in your career and what are known for in your career. That’s how MC can indicate what your career is because it focuses on who you are at your best and how others see you in the workplace and go off from there. Eg. Aquarius MC conjunct Uranus and Webb may indicate you being tech savvy at your best self so astrologers may assume you’re in tech industry or well known online, but you can still be for an example a doctor that aids in treatment with technology, your MC sign doesn’t mean you exclusively work in the industry the sign represents, it just shows you the way you work in the industry you pursue

Neptune 1st housers may look completely different to their parents. Like you can see a hint of their parents features on their face but they don’t look that much like them. They can be born with features that are contrary to their birth parents like red hair and blue eyes in an all brunette family. Or it can be a subtle difference like they appear as if they’re from a different country, people guess their ethnicity incorrectly like all the time.

With Neptune 1st house There is nothing particularly special about these natives physical appearance in particular, they MAKE themselves special. The way they carry their physical body and animate it, is what makes these people so different and admired. They’re like puppeteers for their physical bodies. This is a continuous pattern I’ve seen, like if you just saw these people on the street sure -you’d think they’re pretty.. but not necessarily “otherworldly”, what makes these individuals perceived as such is the way they control/express their behavior. I have noticed Neptune here makes people VERY controlling over their appearances, it does make me question if Neptune is a subtly secretly controlling planet, if it manipulates subconsciously, like a child conveniently stepping on other’s sandcastles when running on the beach so they don’t have to wait their turn for the buckets, these natives can accidentally bring about their ideal version of themselves to reality and everyone is like who is this??? It’s more so like they customised their avatar in their head and showed it to everyone here in the physical plane. It’s like they made themselves a game characters in a world full of civilian people, that’s why they’re so unique looking, it’s because they wrote themselves .

Unpopular opinion but Scorpio Venus isn’t a fun sexy placement that everyone hypes it up to be. It can make you constantly end up in relationships that have weird power dynamics and are just unhealthy. You may struggle to be in a soft loving relationship because it’s not intense enough but that just leads you/partners to manipulate and themes of control in your relationship. Sure, it may be considered“hot” but not healthy. Not love.

Also another thing I’ve realised with this placement, feminine natives attracted to men PLEASE don’t intentionally flirt with someone. You’re already so intense and magnetic without realising it that if you intentionally flirt with men it’s so extreme like a 0-100, that it can overwhelm/scare them because of how predatory it may feel 💀. If a man isn’t pursuing you, he’s not interested because your always appealing and screaming out a mating call even if your physically doing nothing.

Lilith opposite moon natives can have mothers who impose traditional lifestyle and beliefs on the native. For an example the mother may be controlling and imposing her ideas of humbleness, modesty, and traditional masculinity/femininity on the child. Defensive, like she is everything but a mother herself but subjects you to standards she cannot even amount to.

Uranus 2H feel like everything that makes them feel good and safe can be taken away in an instance. These people KNOW what it’s like to have the things they love abruptly taken from them over and over again by others or by nature, until they may even struggle to value the great things they have anymore. 2H rules your values and self worth, for these natives it gets to an extent where they don’t even value themselves because once they finally start to accept themselves they’re shown a perspective to them that they cannot accept.

It is said that the degree of a placement shows which age that planets energy starts to become active. Not sure how true that is but when you look at your natal chart, try keeping it in mind for yourself and look back to when you first had an experience under the themes of that planet. E.g for sun, when and what age did you feel seen, Venus who and how old were you for your first love or romantic partner

Sun conjunct Lilith. People with this placement may deal with their fathers highlighting the most non conforming features of themselves, the smallest of things you do will be escalated, this can manifest as slut shaming, being degraded for the way you are because you’re not “soft”, making you out to be like a chaotic mess, villainising you. Imagine having a loud snitch exposing your most “cancellable” traits. Britney Spears has this exact placement and I went to test if my hypothesis is true:

For Britney this placement is in the 3rd house which rules communication, hence why her father made comments about her like this, but say if it was in the 2nd house it could be done by a father providing less for his child because he deems them unworthy due to their non-traditional traits. This illumination of shame is done by the themes of the house this aspect is in.

All the Sagittarius influenced natives I meet always play a loud an instrument. I’ve seen it in Sagittarius suns especially and also in sag stelliums. I have no idea why, but they always do. They play things like drums, electric guitar. I’ve also seen that they can play piano and other instruments but it’s actually not their main instrument to play and if it’s not instruments they have an interest in LOUD hobbies, like cars.

Pluto in 11th house can have one of those character AI boyfriends, be in a relationship with their NPC rpg girlfriend/boyfriend, or they can just straight up play otome games and deeply feel like they have a connection to the character, these are the kind to marry their VR chat girlfriend and play mystic messenger.

Also Pluto 11Hs if your dreams and ambitions were to be vocalised to your peers, they may find you egotistical or someone to watch out for. You are a BIG dreamer. It’s giving Azula. I think Pluto 11H natives learn to keep their ideas to themselves if they want to be successful.

Natives with Aphrodite (1388) in 1st house, when describing you people may argue on the appearance or how you may present yourself as, or who they believe you are, alike to when the men witnessed Aphrodite in mythology, they would say “she had beautiful blonde hair and a soft voice” and another man would scream at him and say “nay, she was a red haired bold aggressive woman who goes for what she wants” this is because the men see what they want to see in her, they see their ideal beauty, but can both identify it’s the same person. When they see her in person at the same time they will only see what they think she is and will not be able to see her for herself. Could indicate in your reputation, you are idolised like Aphrodite but only being liked for your beauty/the persona they project on you.

Saturn 3rd house can make you have siblings that whip you up into shape, being a catalyst or aid to your best self, whether in a harsh way or a progressive way it depends on the sign. E.g Billie Eilish has this placement and her brother Finneas is a key aid to her success today by being the one who writes her music, and Kylie Jenner has this in Aries but her sister Kendall was her competition, worst critic, extremely condescending and critical of her body, her image, her skills even making fun of her for having lip injections in interviews etc which forced Kylie to feel insecure changing everything about herself but lead her to the popularity she has today.

Scorpio Mars isn’t a fun placement either, so many say that these natives are blessed, after all, Mars is in rulership, it gives them will power, survival instinct and makes them a shark. But people don’t discuss how being a Scorpio Mars can make you hurt others further than intended, it’s like tactically pulling the jenga block excited for your opponents next go but instead- you make the entire tower fall on your their face, they hurt themselves crying and the game ends bitterly. You won but at what cost? You can overestimate what people can take, and inevitably your loved ones may become the sorry victim of your sting. I think deep down Scorpio Mars natives know how much they hurt people and sometimes wish they weren’t so intense. I always think of Omni man from invincible having this placement.

Was working as an external motivational speaker for a school and this Gemini Sun teacher was so prim and proper, he’d sit crossing his legs and always be making sure students were extremely well behaved listening for anyone talking like this:

I’d say rather strict. He was timely, efficient hated tardiness and I knew he was a bloody mercurial with that prestige desk organisation and flick of fingers while typing (such sass),I thought he was a Virgo but, when I pried to get his birthday (which was very difficult as he was professional and loved etiquette). He was actually a Gemini Sun. Gemini suns you guys have the goofiest of smiles and energy but you can be scary to work under. It’s SO funny how differently Gemini suns treat those on the same authority standing as them compared to the ones they’re supposed to oversee. They’re like 👨‍⚖️🔎⏰ as a boss, but personally like: 🌸😃🌈 to their colleagues. You guys also have very snappy and sassy comebacks to disrespect it’s hilarious to watch outside looking in how you even come up with such remarks. I’ve also noticed you guys can be sucky and adoring towards your bosses, but strangely it works.

Capricorn MC, how does it feel to live my dream?? People with this placement are the most high earning, most dominant or the most respected and well known person in their field. Whether it be politics, modelling, office, technology, teaching, literally everything.. if you have Capricorn MC the way you handle your work is with an extreme amount of meticulous efforts. You go through the small print terms and conditions, execute the process with full clarity which is what makes you guys so successful. You don’t fuck around, Examples of people with this placement are Martin Luther King, David Beckham, Kendall Jenner, Rihanna, Mariah Carey, Heath Ledger, Nikola Tesla, Jeff Bezos, Alexander the Great. Notice how they’re all contenders for the title “Greatest of all time” in the fields they’re in. When they say that Saturns influence makes you established and remembered throughout history, it’s true. With Capricorn MC, you’re probably the first to set a record in the work you do and will be remembered as one of the foundations of the future.

I don’t want to reinforce stereotypes about Pisces moon. However, I’ve noticed that you really shouldn’t jokingly insult these guys. I think it’s because of their inclination to read between the lines and the underlying meaning of words that are said. They really don’t take criticism very well because they pick up the hidden meanings, e.g I once lived with one and he jokingly told me he’s going to lock me out of his room so that I don’t rob him and then I asked in all seriousness“why would I rob you?” And he was hurt and explained it’s because my question suggested that i thought he didn’t have nice clothes. (Which is true, im not interested in menswear nor his style). Perhaps this is a me thing though because im rather forthright with what I say. Maybe Pisces moons aren’t so sensitive, maybe we’re just cruel to them.

Also these natives are incredibly intelligent in terms of understanding emotions. I’ve noticed that they can easily grasp why certain people do certain things which is what makes them known to be “empathetic or forgiving” but it’s really because the concept of deep and complex emotions isn’t difficult for them to grasp. They’re like the Einsteins of human nature. And when I speak of empathy, that doesn’t mean they they can do no wrong, that’s a common misconception about Pisces moon, there are bad people within every placement but strangely Pisces moons if they are “bad” end up being forgiven for it because they garner sympathy from others. E.g Kim Jong-un, Edgar Allen Poe, Kesha, Coco Chanel, Kendrick Lamar, Vanessa Hudgens, Hilary Clinton, Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Kanye West, Michelle Obama.

Fama (408) conjunct Mercury can indicate being well known for your ideas and thoughts, they can stand out or perhaps the way you communicate them does. You have an attractive mind that garners attention from many, people love to hear what you have to say, it’s like being lady wistledown from bridgerton. Ben Shapiro is an example of someone with this placement. He speaks very fast and is a famous conservative speaker engaging in debates with political royalty.

Ascendant conjunct Chiron forever being attacked for their appearance really saddens me. These natives can be treated normally but then once they do something that others don’t like, their appearance will be promptly targeted. E.g Margot Robbie (brutally called mid because male viewers didn’t appreciate her in the Barbie movie), Peter Dinklage (think he complained about dwarfism being represented in cinema but I can imagine he must have also grown up with a lot of unkind words), Priyanka Chopra (people coming for her when she married a Jonas brother), Selena Gomez (I don’t even know why but people attack her for her body apparently), Abraham Lincoln (this man wanted to free slaves I bet they made caricatures of him during the 1800s).

Venus in 10H, why is your relationship a Google search away. Everything we know about your love life is against our will. I know you love your partner but please. These natives can end up telling on themselves about the nature of their relationships. Examples: Jayda Smith (red table), Johnny Depp ( his released audio recordings), Billie Eilish (made a whole documentary about her relationship to her ex boyfriend) David Bowie (spoke pleasantly of his wife Iman any chance he got in many interviews), Kristen Stewart (cheating at award ceremonies).

Aries Mercury people are extremely motivational, they really know how to make others do something simply by their words, it can be for the bad or for the good E.g The rock (Dwayne Johnson) , Adolf Hitler, Albert Einstein, Queen Elizabeth II, Amber Heard, Mark Zuckerberg, Al Pacino, William Shakespeare. These natives can make an understaffed workforce win the battle because they remembered what you said, they’re usually quoted and the people with this placement can have really empowering but simple one liners that make you want to beat on your chest like King Kong and seize the day. Very influential and honestly the best people to have a pep talk from.

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savi0rr · 1 month ago

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small touches .ᐟ

kusuo saiki x fem! reader ⟢ established relationship & fluff

Summary: In which, he's not a fan of any sort of touching, whether it be from his parents or his so-called friends. He was willing to get out of his comfort zone because of you.

"Coffee Jelly!" - Normal Speaking "Coffee Jelly!" - Saiki Speaking

Saiki had always been uncomfortable with physical contact, a fact that became painfully evident to everyone around him. He typically made a concerted effort to avoid any form of touch, especially in public settings. Sure, every now and then he had let small gestures slide, particularly with his parents, mostly his dad—but that was neither here nor there. From the very first moment you had met him, it had been crystal clear that he wasn't fond of public displays of affection. He had even taken the time to explain—at length—why holding hands or showing any sort of affection in public was off the table.

So, it was nothing short of perplexing when, in the middle of the bustling arcade bustling with sounds of laughter and the beeping of games, he suddenly attempted to hold your hand. The sight of his fingers slowly inching towards yours while resting on the claw machine shocked you.

"Kusuo?" your voice cut through the cacophony of the arcade, a curiosity and disbelief coming from your tone. "What are you doing with your hand?" You raised an eyebrow, your gaze trailing from his slightly twitching hand to his face.

His response came with a shrug, "Nothing." Saiki glanced away, his eyes darting to the side as if trying to dismiss the moment. But when he looked back at you, there was an unmistakable twitch at the edges of his lips. "Just hurry up," he added, yanking his hand away as if the contact had shocked him, letting it drop back to his side with a quiet thud against his pants.

With a nod, you redirected your attention back to the claw machine, determined to win a stuffed toy despite the frustration that was beginning to bubble up inside you as you maneuvered the joystick. You felt his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze making your heart race slightly, and as you failed once again to snag a prize, you groaned in exasperation.

"Oh, come on!" you exclaimed, glaring at the machine as if it were the source of all your woes.

Saiki sighed, the sound of annoyance barely masking a hint of amusement. He knew he could easily use his powers to help you win on the first try. But something felt different this time; he wanted to support you without giving away his abilities. "Here," he said, leaning in closer, his presence warm against your back. His hand covered yours, guiding it over the joystick with an unexpected gentleness.

In a moment of shock, you instinctively tried to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened with a subtle insistence. Saiki manipulated your movements with deft skill, shifting the joystick over to the very stuffed animal you sought. With a slight tug, the claw grasped it on the first attempt, lifting it triumphantly into the winning chute. "There, happy?" he asked, his voice smooth but slightly muffled as he took a step back, slipping his hands into his pockets while carefully gauging your reaction.

You beamed, an involuntary smile lighting up your face as warmth prickled your cheeks. "Thank you!" you replied, bending down to retrieve the small white rabbit stuffed animal, its floppy ears bouncing as you pulled it out. "You didn’t need to help me, you know," you added, a playful lilt in your voice.

Saiki shrugged, glancing away as if the moment held no significance. "No problem," he muttered, though the hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his lips.

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"There are so many people here," you observed, your gaze sweeping across the busy arcade, taking in the multitude of laughter and excited shouts surrounding you.

"That's annoying," he replied, his mouth pressed into a thin line, marking his clear distaste for the crowd.

Just as you began to ask why he wasn’t expressing the irritation with any verbal complaint, you felt his grip suddenly wrap around your hand, pulling you through the throng of bodies. "Kusuo—!" you stumbled in surprise, your steps quickening to keep up as he led you through the maze of people, his hand firmly clasping yours.

Once you finally broke free from the clutches of the crowd, you noticed your cheeks were flushed with a pretty pink color, warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the bustling activity around you. "What was that about?" you asked, frowning slightly as you glanced down at your intertwined hands, a wave of disbelief washing over you.

Saiki remained silent, eyes focused straight ahead, his usual stoic expression masking whatever thoughts ran through his mind. "You were taking too long," he shrugged, casting a sidelong glance down at you, an eyebrow quirking up in faint annoyance.

"I think I pulled a muscle," you grumbled, rubbing your shoulder absentmindedly, trying to mask the discomfort with laughter.

Saiki frowned at your comment, an eyebrow raised as he looked away. "Not my problem," he muttered, already fixing your shoulder pain.

"Oh! The pain went away!" you said suddenly, blinking slowly as confusion crept over your features. "That was odd…but amazing!" you added with a bright smile, your excitement evident even in your bewilderment.

"Yeah. Now let's go," Saiki said, the corner of his mouth quirking up just the slightest bit as he tugged you along again. His fingers remained interlocked with yours.

#x you #oneshot #x reader #silly #fluff #reader insert #kusuo saiki #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki x reader #saiki k #kusuo saiki x reader #tdlosk #saiki fluff

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infinitydivine · 1 month ago

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Pick a Photo: Who Notices You & What Stays With Them When You're Not Around?

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Masterlist -Paid Readings-Paid Readings Reviews-PAC Readings

Choose your pile intuitively. Take what resonates and leave the other things. If you think this reading is not for you, then choose another pile. If it still doesn't resonate, then this might not be your reading. There are Three Piles

Hello Pile Train,

The High Priestess, Page of Cups, Seven of Swords, The Moon, Five of Pentacles

Pile one, your energy feels very strong to me; it's like you can almost burn someone with your energy, but you choose not to. In your pile, there is an energy of a secret admirer. When you are not around, they see you as a person who has so much depth to them that this person can't quite understand. It's almost like you puzzle your admirer, or shall I say, secret admirer, to the point where they scratch their head in confusion. You make them feel the way they never had felt about anyone. Pile 1 people, you guys are intuitive, and some might be psychics too, so if you are reading this pile and someone comes into your mind immediately, take the hint, guys. You carry the mysterious vibe, and they like it. They sense that there is more beneath the surface, especially the emotions you choose to keep hidden. They see a gentle and creative side of yours that others might ignore out of their own insecurities. This secret admirer (lets call them A) often thinks about the moments when you shone alone or the times when your kindness touched them unexpectedly. This shows them about your unique way of expressing affection, and trust me pile 1, it doesn't go unnoticed by them. When you’re not there, they feel your absence like a subtle change in the atmosphere, quiet but unmistakable.

They(A) believe you are guarded and that you are holding back, not revealing your true potential and feelings. Although they are uncertain how you would react to their feelings, they are certain about your capabilities of shining in the dark night. They feel that there is a veil between you two, but they are not ready to come forward. (Well, if they decided to please treat them gently). A notices a sense of isolation and loneliness in you. Even in the crowd, you might feel left out. This observation of theirs comes from the moment when you were caught disconnected from your surroundings. I also heard the word disassociated. If they ever got the chance, they’d want to ask you things. Not big, dramatic questions, but small ones: What’s your favourite time of day? What do you think about just before falling asleep? Where do you go when you drift off mid-conversation? These small things...they believe might hold the map to everything they never got to understand about you.

In the summary of what I have written above, they notice your depth, your guarded tone, your guarded nature and a lingering sadness. They might wish to come forward and bridge the gap, to understand you better, but feel uncertain about how to approach you.

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Hello Pile Sakura,

Two of Cups,Knight of Swords,Four of Cups,The Lovers,Eight of Swords

So, you guys ready to read about your pile? From what I have channelled and saw through the cards so far,r there is the energy of Unspoken Connection here. If I were to interpret each and every card here I would but it wouldn't make a lot of sense technically, because there is so much coming through energetically. This person (Let's call them B) feels a profound connection with you. They think about you more than they admit...even to themselves. I see them thinking, especially at night, about you...about this connection. Even though the Moon card is not here, I sense so much dreamy energy from this person, so it might be possible that they are dreaming about you also. When you are not there, your energy is still with them. Its like your energy lingers near them but not in a creepy way lol but you know the type where you leave a mark on someone and they cant get you out of their mind? I am talking about that kind of lingering. They remember and notice how they felt when you were near, they felt the warmth of your energy even when you weren't trying. You have this uncanny way of making them feel understood, even in silence. They notice that you hold space without asking too much, and for them, this is something rare.

There is a part of them (B) that regrets not saying more than when they can or could. Its like they see you, they think about you and they go numb about what to tell you. You make them speechless, pile 2 guys and they notice how dumb they become in your presence. Maybe they felt the connection too soon, or maybe it scared them..maybe your energy scared them. But they think about all the words they never said. There is a lot of things they want to tell you guys and a lot they want to explain but their pride and fear has kept them at bay. Even now, they wonder or are still wondering of you ever noticed the way they watched you...if you also feel the connection between you two. Its also giving crush energy, idk its a collective reading so please take what resonates. They noticed the way you step back when you are overwhelmed, how you seem to drown in your own thoughts. They wanted to reach out but something held them back always.

To sum up, they saw and might still see the potential in your connection it's like you were a mirror to them in the ways they can't fully understand. They don't seem to me as a spiritual person necessarily but they see how you are different, especially energetically. They wonder if you have moved on and to them you mattered more than they let on.

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Hello Pile Window,

Queen of Pentacles, Six of Cups, Ten of Wands, Justice, Three of Swords

Idk why, I wanted to cough twice while I started to write your pile(that's weird, isn't it). Okay, so Pile Window...I will call you that because in your pile, there is a person who is a kind of silent reflective observer. I really don't know why I chose this term, but when I was sitting quietly to think what or who is going to come in this pile, this word echoed in my mind. So please, if it resonates, try to make it work for your situation. So, saying about this observer, you left quite an impression on them, pile,3 and that too a solid, warm and grounding one. When you are not around (I saw a school corridor), they think about how you seemed to hold everything together, even when you couldn't hold it anymore. You carried a lot gracefully. You gave comfort without needing to say much ... it's like you gave them a safe space in human form. They remember your reliability, your calm presence and the way you make others feel seen and held.

They often find themself lost in the memories of you...the laughs you shared...the stories you exchanged, or even when you were quiet. There was something healing about those interactions that made them feel they had lived everything they wished for. But they also noticed how you carried pain that you didn't speak about. They noticed your tired eyes, your struggles. The kind of strength that comes only from enduring heavy things. You come across as someone who knows how to do the right thing, even when you find it hard to do so. They admired that about you, even when you were emotionally distant. You were fair to them, you were honest with them.

To wrap it up, there is a quiet heartbreak in how they think of you now, not because of something you did, but it's more so of the ache they feel when they realise how little they understood you. It's like they are in pain about not noticing who you truly are. They notice how much you gave and they wonder if you ever got the things back as you gave them generously. When they think of you its full of gratitude, regret and a hope that you are finding the softness you always gave to others ( I am getting the feeling of "the one that got away" here).

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nyssasorbit · 3 months ago

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What's Up With Subaru: My Thoughts

I've been seeing a lot of theories as to what may be up with Subaru acting so suspiciously, and as usual, I want to throw in my two cents since I haven't seen anyone else make a post I 100% agree with yet.

So far I've seen people say either Subaru is anxiety-ridden and possibly suicidal or he's the traitor and he's faking it, hiding something much darker instead.

Personally, I think it's a little of both, especially since I know of a certain spoiler that confirms my suspicions about him. I'm not going to go into my theories about that particular detail too much though.

I think Subaru is very anxiety-ridden and struggles to be polite because he knows he's violent and prone to violence. As we learned in Episode 15, he got out of showbiz due to violence against his junior, which I also have seen people say he may have been framed for, but I think he did it himself. However, I do think he is ashamed about his own nature to some degree, and that may or may not have to do with his hidden [spoiler] behaviour.

My reasons for this are:

In the first Hotarubi story, Episode 5, we see Subaru react very quickly and without mercy to the ghost child doll that attacked Haku. While he did apologize for it, the look on his face seems to tell a different story. And, imo, this is a bit of an odd reaction for someone who consistently mentions how much he loves and defends anomalies.

(Sorry, my phone was lagging and I couldn't get a screenshot without the text box, lol)

2. During the same chapter, we get our first reveal that Alan killed Dante and we see Dante's scars. I feel like most of our commercial breaks from the main plot are somehow relevant to the current episode (correct me if I'm wrong), and this feels somewhat out of left-field if you think about it.

You could attribute it to just being a secret in an episode about secrets, and I think that is part of it, but I like to think it was placed in this chapter because it's an early and very subtle comparison of Alan and Subaru's violent tendencies.

3. The expression he had when being provoked by Leo in Episode 11. He seemed to be crushed by anxiety up until a certain point where Leo crossed the line, and Subaru's expression dropped like he was about to snap. This could have been just a verbal snap, but I could also very much see Subaru resorting to violence like he did with the anomaly from Episode 5. I mean, this looks like a man about to cut a bitch, right?

4. Subaru's acting scenes in Episode 15, plus the blatant reveal of his love for all things horror. I don't think Subaru chose something from the horror genre to quote for no reason. And clearly, he is very good at acting creepy as hell. (Forgot to screenshot his Hell Flower costume image, but you know the one. Also just...that card in general.)

I don't think this is just acting, I think Subaru is tapping into that "darkness" he has as well to pull this off. Horror is something he's interested in and something he feels at home with and can do very well at emulating (conjecture).

5. Subaru's stigma and the Tree of Severance. I've seen a lot of theories that Subaru is suicidal and plans to use these scissors for some purpose, but I don't think that's the case. While I agree this may be a hint at him severing himself from his past, I also thought at the time that maybe Subaru was using his stigma to indulge in the violent pasts that each pair of scissors holds. Since his love and interest for horror was drawn out, and he was able to "act himself" in Episode 15, I think he decided to stop dipping his toe in the pool and threw himself into the indulgence of the real life horror stories that he can easily find without having to touch or inconvenience anyone. Though, tbh, we also don't know how long he may have been doing this, or if it truly was the first time he decided to approach this tree.

(I forgot to add but, Subaru's interests could also be a coping mechanism for him to satisfy his own tendencies while keeping them in control.)

And, overall, while Subaru's politeness seems sort of excessive, I don't think it's all a lie or an act. Like I said, I think he's trying to hide the darker side he knows he has and is ashamed of, because he doesn't want to come out of a fugue state and find that he's hurt someone again, even though it seems as if he struggles with a sort of emotionlessness towards other people/things in general (given the lack of light in his eyes at all times).

I think you could also tack on:

6. His association with Lyca. Subaru is trying to teach Lyca how to act like a human. What a coincidence, eh? In a way, it seems like what Subaru tries to teach Lyca may be somewhat of how Subaru himself has learned to blend in with people despite his emotional/personality disorder. This is a personal theory, but I like to think that Subaru is lying about Lyca, that Lyca did hurt someone in his past, but Subaru sees himself in that and/or empathises with Lyca's situation, and is covering it up saying that Lyca did nothing wrong. I'm not sure if Darkwick knows he's lying, but I think they may be highly suspicious of it still, which is why Lyca specifically remained in that cell beneath Ultio for so long.

#Tokyo Debunker #Subaru Kagami

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unoislazy · 2 years ago

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Your Touch

Mizu x Reader

Summary: Mizu is touchstarved. That’s it, that’s the entire thing.

A/n: Next story will hopefully be “Caged Bird” part 3, then I will finally post one of the asks that I took an interest in.

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You looked at Mizu, her dark hair pulled up into the high bun it was always in. The loose curl that she always kept out no matter what the occasion, lightly bounced as she walked by, focused on whatever task she had to finish.

You watched and looked on with curiosity, you wondered if she had ever done a different hairstyle on her hair before. You thought a braid might compliment her features, or even half up, you had many ideas and suddenly you were determined to try them.

Well that would require Mizu’s permission first.

“Hey Mizu.” You began, drawing out each syllable of her name to quickly pass on the hint that what you were going to say wasn’t serious.

She paused for a moment, putting down a large box and wiping her brow before looking at you. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly, her curiosity was piqued despite her not saying a word.

“Have you ever worn your hair differently?” You asked. She simply stared at you for a moment before shrugging,

“A few different times. I just can't really afford to when I’m doing ‘samurai’ things.” She said in air quotes. She never enjoyed calling herself a samurai, for one thing most of the time she purely acted out of the name of revenge not honor. Another, she’s a woman.

Personally, you didn’t really care about the rules of a samurai, you respected them and their ambition but the ones you had met in the past were more focused on their honor over anything else. It had only hit you when you had met Taigen, he was so obsessed with reclaiming his honor like a disowned child that he practically abandoned his engagement. You didn’t understand it, what good is honor if it can be taken away so quickly.

You looked up at Mizu who seemed to be deep in thought. You figured she was just thinking of the different styles she had done before, but her face held a certain sadness as she thought. You began to realize that there was a story attached to the topic of hairstyles that you knew better than to bring up.

“Have you ever braided your hair?” You asked, regaining her attention. She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. It wasn’t a common style for the time so you weren’t exactly that surprised.

“Would you like to try one?” You asked. You had definitely piqued her interest, her eyes shifted ever so slightly wider as you patted the spot in front of you.

She obliged, sitting down and facing away from you, her legs in a crossed manner with her hands peacefully resting on her knees.

She almost seemed a bit eager to try the hairstyle which honestly excited you a bit, it’s not often Mizu openly gets excited about something, especially with her very subtle expressions.

She sat before you, her slim figure not too far away from you as you gently reached up and grabbed the hair tie that seemed to hold Mizu’s entire hairstyle together. You’d never understand how she did it with so much hair, it never made sense to you. Her sleek dark hair unfolded, a healthy glow could be seen throughout it, she took care of it despite it being up all the time.

With one hand you ever so gently began to rake through her hair, making sure there were no knots that might get in the way of the process. Because of this, you noticed Mizu stiffen for a moment, a shiver could visibly be seen going throughout her body.

Having seen this your hand jerked back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Before you could say anything she turned her head just enough to look at you from over her shoulder and said in a low tone,

“Keep going.”

You paused for a moment as her words sunk in. The way she spoke to you was no different than any other time and yet for some reason… it felt different. You decided to pay no mind to it as your hand returned to her head, slowly dragging it through and sending shivers throughout Mizu’s body yet again.

Despite this, she sat calmly making no other movements other than the occasional twitch here and there as your hands glided through her hair. Having her hair done was a pleasure she never thought twice about, but the way you so delicately pulled at her hair, twisting it and shaping it as if she was some piece of art, it made her feel cared for in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

You carefully separated her hair, overlapping the pieces in a rhythmic manner, cautiously pulling the groups of hair but never hard enough to hurt. It didn’t take long before you had finished, you tied it all together with the hair tie that she used before, letting go of your work.

“How does it look?” She asked, now turning to fully face you. There was almost some sort of innocence that shone through Mizu's expression, one that seemed to say she genuinely cared how she looked. It was kind of sweet to see her usually stoic and harsh exterior break for a moment, it showed you who Mizu really was even if it was for only a few seconds.

You had seen Mizu with her hair down before, maybe not often, but you had seen it. Something was missing.

You stared at her for a moment, a confused look riddled your face before it hit you, the curl.

You gently reached your hand up towards Mizu’s face, one finger looping around the curl that had been hidden away underneath all of the other pieces of hair. Not expecting this, Mizu froze, letting you do what you needed to do but also not knowing how to react otherwise.

Once you had fixed the curl, you moved back a bit to reassess your work. You smiled, finally happy with how it looked.

“Perfect.” You said, proud of the work you had accomplished. Mizu was happy enough just taking your word for it but she was still curious to see how she looked. She drew her sword partially, only just enough to be able to see at least a little bit of her reflection on it. From what she could see, she truly didn’t mind the look.

“So, what do you think?” You asked, patiently waiting for her answer. You watched as a very small smile graced her features as she said,

“It looks good.”

She put her blade away, turning to look back at you as she brushed a few loose strands out her face.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so… gentle.” She admitted quite plainly. Her hands rested on her lap as she thought back to a time when someone else had done her hair.

“Anytime my mother did my hair, gentle didn’t seem to be a word in her vocabulary.” She joked, a melancholic yet reminiscent look made its way onto her face as she thought back to the many times her mother had scolded her for looking to feminine.

“Being rough will only get you so far.” You responded, not really realizing how that sounded. It earned a small snicker from Mizu but it still went over your head regardless. It had got you thinking, the blue eyed woman constantly trained, having faced the several hardships in life at such a young age that no one would even dream of facing. She had to be tough in every way possible if she had any hope of surviving.

But you were determined to show her, in your own way, that you can let your guard down every once in a while.

“Let me see your hands.” You ordered pretty out of nowhere.

“What?” Mizu responded, clearly taken by surprise by your sudden demand.

“Let me see your hands.” You repeated, putting one of yours out and gesturing for her to place hers on top.

Her eyebrows wrinkled with uncertainty, having not a singular clue what you were planning to do, but she still did what you told her to anyway. Her confused expression remained as she placed her hand on yours, her palm facing towards the sky. With your free hand you gently traced the lines on Mizushand, slowly going over each callous that you could see. Just as you had expected, her hands were coarse and rough, tense from constant overworking and pressure, or maybe they were tense because she wasn’t used to the feeling of someone else, you couldn’t tell.

At first she didn’t know what to do except watch your hands.

“What are you doing?” She asked, confused what the point of this was.

You continued to trace lines and pointless circles around her hand, occasionally gently massaging different points.

“You’re really tense.” You pointed out, “I figured this might help you relax a bit.”

Mizu sat still for a bit as you continued, still not easing up in the slightest. Having her hair done was one thing, she had it done before so she knew at least somewhat how to react, but this was something different. You looked up at her, noticing her unbroken stare before smiling at her.

“Relax.” You calmly instructed her.

She closed her eyes, eventually relaxing into the feeling of your touch just like she had done before. She had truly forgotten what it felt like to be touched in a way that didn’t result in a bruise or broken rib.

You continued your motions, occasionally putting slight pressure on different areas. However in one area you had put just a bit too much pressure, resulting in a noise that sounded like a moan escape from Mizu. You immediately stopped, taking your hand away as you apologized,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

You looked up at her, ready to continue apologizing but you were met with a serious yet… almost affectionate gaze as she said,

“Don’t stop,” She began, her voice was quiet and relaxed so at least you knew your work was paying off.

“It feels nice.”

There it was, that feeling again. You averted your gaze, not able to handle making eye contact with her while also processing your very wild feelings at that moment. One thing about Mizu was she never truly realized just how attractive she was, she always deemed herself a demon or a monster because that’s what she was taught to believe.

But you saw past that and because of that, things that Mizu didn’t even think twice about doing, would nearly send you into a coma just because it was her doing it.

She had no idea the power she had over you just from a few simple words, and you had no idea the power you had over her just from a simple gentle touch.

You continued on like she had told you, smoothing out the tension in her hand the best you could without any prior training on the subject. Eventually you had switched over to her other hand which was somehow more coarse than the first. You couldn’t help but admire the amount of time and strength that went into forming such things.

As you continued, you could tell Mizu was refraining from making any noises. In all honesty, it was nothing you hadn’t heard before, she’s been in pain enough times around you for you to get used to her whimpering and groaning.

Except this time was different, usually the noises she made were from a place of pain and discomfort.

However, this time, they seemed to come from a place of pleasure.

Caused by you.

“It’s okay.” You began, refusing to look up at her. “The more you let out the more I know I’m doing the right thing.” You encouraged, and sure one could say it was for a selfish reason but really who could blame you.

You could hear her continue to refrain, but over a small amount of time you could hear her a little bit more. Your heart raced as you continued, the act you were partaking in was nowhere near as sensual as it sounded and yet it still felt so intimate. If anything that’s all you wanted it to be, but that was a line you’d dare not cross, at least not yet.

A little more time had passed, you had eased out all the tension you felt in her hands and let go of her. Almost immediately she began to miss your warm and gentle embrace, having returned to her harsh and cold reality. But really, it wasn’t as cold as she had thought because you were still there, right in front of her, looking at her as if she was the only human to have ever existed.

“There now, do you feel better?” You asked quietly, a bit sheepish considering the amount of thoughts that had crossed your mind that you would never say out loud.

Mizu rubbed her hand absentmindedly, her face seemed a bit glazed over like she had been so lost in her thoughts and she wasn’t ready to be a normal person again. Once she had finally, fully, snapped back to reality she nodded.

“Thanks.” Was all she said before you two sat in silence. The tension was practically thick enough to cut through but neither of you wanted to be the one to take that leap, not without knowing for certain it was one they could even take in the first place. Up until now, sure you two had been close, but you had never gotten so close physically. You wanted to, she wanted to, but neither of you wanted to own up to it. She claimed she didn’t need distractions, and you claimed it was a feeling that would flutter away just as quickly as it came.

Well you were both wrong.

You both sat there, not looking at each other, not saying anything before you decided to gain the courage to say,

“Mizu?” You practically whispered. She looked towards you, finally taking her attention off of her hand which she continued to rub, trying to emulate the feeling of your touch but to no avail.

“Yes?” She responded. You very slowly inched a bit closer to her, not trying to make your idea or intention too obvious but she already had a few possibilities in mind on how this might unfold.

None of which she was complaining about.

“Can I�� can I touch you again?”

That was all you asked. Sure you had literally just put down her hand but it was the fact that you had even asked that sent the same shivers down Mizu’s spine. She went quiet for a moment, not knowing what to respond with.

She truly had never been asked for permission to do anything before, not in this regard at least, and it shocked her a bit.

It somehow became the most intimate question you could’ve asked.

She nodded, not saying a word as she continued to look at you. It was as if she was trying to memorize your features, as if she was trying to burn them into her retinas so she'd never forget.

Your hand very carefully went towards her, cupping the side of her face as if it would break with too much pressure. She slowly began to lean into your touch, the warm feeling returning quickly as she let her harsh exterior down yet again, feeling uncommonly safe because of your touch. From this position she looked towards you, her hand making its way up to your face, and brushing a few hairs out of the way before asking,

“Can I kiss you?”

Her voice was raspy and low, just above a whisper. She waited patiently for your answer as you both sat in silence before you nodded in response. With that, her hand that had brushed the hairs from your face, slowly made its way to the back of your neck as you both leaned forward and-

“Hey, I found this place that sells food down the road and I- Oh. You’re here.” Taigen had barged into the room, not a singular care in the world as he looked at Mizu with his usual disdain. By this point you had already jumped back from her, being startled by Taigens sudden presence while in such an intimate moment.

With a cold glare Mizu looked towards Taigen,

“What do you want?” She spat. She could get over him annoyingly asking for a duel every now and then but ruining this one moment for her was too far. She finally felt safe and warm in someone else’s embrace and the same man who ruined everything else for her had to come back and fuck something else up.

Before either of them could say any other ‘kind’ words to each other you very quickly made your way to exit the room, not wanting to think about the awkward moment any more than you’d have to.

“I’m going to go… find some things for Ringo. I’ll see you later Mizu, bye Taigen.” You said, very quickly making your way out of the room, leaving both Mizu and Taigen together. Mizu had watched you leave with a certain sadness that you could only really see in her eyes, the rest of her face remained as stoic as ever as she turned back to Taigen.

“New hair style? You look oddly feminine wi-“ The man began, pointing towards her still braided hair.

“Say another word and you’ll lose an arm.” She threatened.

“Noted.”

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pearlymel · 1 year ago

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Cold bed—Alhaitham

꒰ A very short fluffy fic <3 ꒱

꒰ The use of petnames ꒱: "habibti" and "dearest".

Alhaitham sat at his desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and numerous books scattered around him. He seemed to be in a state of deep concentration, his eyes fixated on the documents before him as his hand swiftly skimmed through the pages.

It was clear that he had been working for hours, barely pausing to even take a break. As the evening wore on, the room grew darker, the glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across his tired face. You, concerned for his well-being, decided to approach him.

"You have been overworking in the past few days," you utter out in the quiet space, slowly walking from behind his back then encircling your arms around his neck while resting your chin on his shoulder which made Alhaitham lean back in his chair, allowing himself to bask in your affectionate gesture. His shoulders slumped slightly, a gesture of surrender and acceptance of your concern.

"I'm aware," he replied in a monotone voice, his eyes still fixated on the documents in front of him. "There is much work to be done, and I cannot afford to waste time on trivialities."

"Mm, but our cold bed misses you," he could feel your apparent pouty lips against his neck, earning a small smirk curling up his lips in return. "Oh, habibti. Is it our cold bed that misses me or a certain clingy someone else?" He huffs out a chuckle, and you tighten your arms around him in return, "i could choke you right now, you know?" You roll your eyes and he only hums at the useless threat.

"Although I do apologize," he said quietly, reaching up to place his hand on yours, a gesture of affection. "I do not intend to neglect you, but these matters require my immediate attention."

This time you hum back in return, burying your face into his neck and planting sweet featherlight kisses along his skin to which he visibly flinched as your lips continued grazing his skin, a barely discernible sign of irritation, his focus broken by your affection.

"Your attempts to disarm me through affection are not unnoticed," he remarked, his tone hinting at a subtle irritation. "As you are well aware, dearest, I am attempting to focus on my work at the moment."

"I'm barely doing anything distracting." you reply innocently. Alhaitham raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his expression, "Barely?" he echoed, glancing at you skeptically. "You are practically draped over me like a limp leaf. Surely you can see how your presence alone might be a tad distracting."

You sigh at his words, choosing to just stay quiet in his presence, you do find it soothing sometimes.

"I suggest you find something else to keep you occupied while I finish my work."

"Come to bed with me to sleep, pleaseee. Just tonight."

Alhaitham visibly faltered at your persistence, his resolve starting to crumble. He knew that he could never truly deny you anything, especially when you used your most effective strategies against him.

"Fine," he finally relented, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile. "But only for tonight. I still have much to attend to come morning." You move back, patting your own shoulder in victory.

"and i win again."

"You are insufferable." He pushes himself back from the seat and stands up, only to see your hand out for him to slot his hand in, "You truly are a relentless force," he remarked quietly, "But I suppose I should not be surprised by now. Come, let us retire for the night."

As he led you both back to your room, his fingers intertwined with yours.

"aren't you going to give me a goodnight kiss?" You ask as you sit on the soft mattress of the bed, Alhaitham following after.

"Only one." He murmured, lifting a hand to gently hold one side of your face while leaning closer to give your lips a chaste kiss. "Two," you insist, already pressing your lips together before he could protest.

"... What can i do without you."

#i should write alhaitham smut next mewhehehe #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x you

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yappaccinocookie · 6 months ago

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cracks in the frosting.

Pls pls write a Elder Faerie x Reader im BEGGING i'm so down horrendous for that man plsss

i wrote this so very short bcs i literally know nothing about elder faerie cookie other than the fact that he's old... jk, but you get my point. im more fond of silverbell than this oldie.

LOWERCASE INTENDED!!

“you’ve been quiet,” you said, breaking the silence, your voice light but carrying a hint of concern.

he turned to you, his expression as composed as always, but his eyes held a softness that betrayed the usual stoic exterior. “there is much to reflect on,” he replied, his voice steady, though you could almost sense the weight of his thoughts.

you nodded, sensing the faint crack in his usual resolve. you didn’t press him for details, though. elder faerie cookie wasn’t the type to open up easily, and you had learned to respect his silence. instead, you patted the spot next to you on the windowsill.

“come sit with me,” you offered with a small smile. “we’ve got enough quiet to enjoy a moment.”

there was a pause before he moved to join you, his every step measured and deliberate, like dough being carefully kneaded into shape. when he settled beside you, you could feel the subtle stiffness in his posture, as though he were still trying to hold himself together despite the quiet moment.

you leaned back slightly, glancing at him. “you know, even us cookies need a break,” you said with a teasing tone. “especially cookies who have been doing nothing but working nonstop.” (throwing shade)

"at this rate you're gonna crack your dough from all that stress, why dont you just take a break?" you continued on. he gave you a small, almost imperceptible sigh, his frosting shimmering slightly as if the weight of the moment was starting to soften it. “my duty is never-ending,” he said, but there was a hint of something else in his voice, something that suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced by his own words.

“sure, but even dough needs to rise before it can be baked,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “and i think you’ve been kneading yourself a little too much lately.”

he glanced at you, his eyes sharp, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in the faintest of smiles. “i suppose even the most serious of cookies must be allowed a moment to... rest.”

“exactly,” you replied, giving him a small nudge. “you’ve earned it. besides, who’s going to keep me company if you’re off somewhere being all ‘serious monarch of legends untold’?”

he chuckled softly, the sound like the soft crackling of sugar being melted. “i suppose that is a rather lonely title,” he mused, his gaze drifting toward the window.

you shifted slightly, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling the coolness of his frosting against your dough. the warmth of the moment seemed to melt away the edges of the tension he usually carried.

“thank you,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “for reminding me that there’s more to life than just duty."

"mhm... you're welcome."

#cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #elder faerie cookie #elder faerie crk #elder faerie x reader

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aceyalonso · 1 year ago

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𝙫𝙞 - 𝙡𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙫

chapter summary : you spend the day by the pool (again) with sienna and marietta but what happens when marietta seems to take an interest in oscar?

alternative summary : a VERY jealous y/n

warnings : swearing, suggestive content, drinking (only for a little while), oscar pov

word count : 6.6k

a/n : ty for 100 followers!!! sorry if this took a while, I was supposed to post this on the 23rd but some personal stuff came up :(

song : all mine - brent faiyaz

Y/n's phone beeps with a text notification, and she sees a message from Sienna.

Y/n looks at the text in surprise, her brow furrowed slightly. She was not expecting Sienna and Marietta to swing by today, especially unannounced.

Putting her phone down for a moment, Y/n takes a deep breath. realizing she needs to quickly tidy up and prepare for their arrival.

As Y/n makes her way down the stairs, she hears a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" she yelled to Oscar who was about to stand up from the couch and open the door.

She hurriedly jogs to the door before opening it. Y/n greets Sienna and Marietta as they stand in front of her, in their bikinis covered by some type of shawl.

"Hey guys," she says with a friendly smile, "I didn't know you were planning to go swimming today."

Sienna grins and slings an arm over Y/m's shoulders. "Yeah, it was kind of a last-minute decision. We thought we'd take advantage of your pool while the weather's still nice."

Y/n lets out a laugh and nods. "Of course you did, come on in," she says, stepping aside to let Sienna and Marietta enter the house.

As they walk inside, the girls notice Oscar lounging in the living room. He glances up for a moment, a slight surprise flicking across his features as he sees the two other girls before looking back at his phone.

Y/n turns to introduce him to Sienna and Marietta. "Oh, this is Oscar," she says, "he's staying with us for the summer. Our moms are friends."

Oscar looks up from his phone at the mention of his name, waving a casual greeting to Marietta and Sienna. "Hey," he says, his gaze lingering on Marietta a moment longer than necessary.

Marietta notices Oscar's lingering glance and smiles, feeling a flicker of excitement. She can't deny that he's attractive, and her eyes roam over his figure appreciatively.

Sienna, who knows of her sister's antics and has been watching the interaction between her and Oscar, gives Y/n a subtle nudge with her elbow. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her expression.

Sienna whispers in Y/n's ear with a playful nudge, "Looks like someone's caught Marietta's eye," she says, gesturing to the way Marietta is eyeing Oscar as if she was a kid in a candy shop.

Y/n tries to play it cool, giving a dismissive shrug. "Yeah. I guess so," she responds, although a small string of jealousy tugs at her chest. She watches as Marietta continues to ogle Oscar, her attraction for him unabashedly obvious.

As she watches Marietta eyeing Oscar, she can't help but feel a pang of discomfort. Her thoughts start to swirl, overthinking the situation and the possibility that Marietta might be interested in Oscar.

Y/n's mind starts to fill with scenarios, wondering if there could be something between Marietta and Oscar and if her own attraction to Oscar would get in the way of that.

Y/n leads the two girls towards the pool, trying to push away the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest. As they walk through the door to the backyard, Marietta turns and gives Oscar a flirty wave, a sultry smile on her lips as she bids him farewell.

Oscar returns Marietta's wave with a casual nod, his eyes flickering over her figure once more before she turns away. He watches them head to the pool, his gaze lingering on Marietta for a moment as he shakes his head, as if trying to rid himself of his own thoughts.

Y/n turns to the girls as they reach the pool, her heart still a bit uneasy from the interaction between Marietta and Oscar. "I'll just go change into my swimsuit real quick," she says, gesturing towards the house.

She heads back inside and up the stairs to change out of her regular clothes into her swimsuit. As she gets ready, she takes a moment to gather herself, trying to push away any irrational thoughts or feelings that had arisen from seeing Marietta's interest in Oscar.

Y/n returns downstairs, now sporting a blue swimsuit that is slightly more revealing than Marietta's with a white oversized dress shirt around her waist, to cover the almost indecent amount of skin showing. As she takes a step down the stairs, her heart thumps slightly faster in her chest, half hoping that Oscar will notice her, but also nervous about how he'll react.

As Y/n walks into the living room, her steps a bit shaky, Oscar immediately takes notice, His eyes roam over her frame, taking in the sight of her messy hair and the swimsuit that shows off more of her body than before.

He swallows, his eyes flickering over her figure, taking in each curve and contour.

As Y/n walks over to the coffee table, she moves closer to where Oscar is seated on the couch, making her way to a spot nearby.

She tries to act nonchalant, as if she hadn't noticed his reaction to her new appearance and stands close enough to him that they can both feel each other's presence, the proximity causing a subtle tingle in the air.

Y/n leans down towards the center table, reaching out for the pink claw clip in the shape of a flower she had left there a few days before. Her hair cascades down, framing her face as she bends over, giving a tantalizing view of her backside.

She can feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze burning into her skin like a warm caress.

As she straightens up, claw clip in hand, she can almost feel Oscar's eyes following her every move, taking in every inch of her body. The tension between them is undeniable, the air around them crackling with an unspoken attraction.

Y/n gathers her hair and fastens it up in the claw clip, her movement causing the muscles in her arms and back to ripple subtly, Oscar's gaze still fixed on her, and her only.

He can't help but admire the way she looks with her hair pulled back, revealing the delicate curves of her neck and shoulders.

She turns around to face him, her smile radiant and slightly coy. "If you need me, I'll be outside," she says, the words lingering in the air between them.

As she speaks, her eyes meet his, holding his gaze for a heated moment that seems to stretch out endlessly. She takes a breath, trying to maintain her composure, before breaking eye contact and walking towards the pool area.

Y/n heads outside, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. As she reaches the pool, she takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of Oscar's heated gaze on her body. She joins Marietta and SIenna who are already in the pool, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

As the girls chat and splash around in the pool, Sienna suddenly remembers something. "Oh wait! We brought something," she says, looking at Marietta, a sly grin on her face.

Marietta, catching on to what Sienna is remembering, nods with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Yeah, we brought some surprises," she replies, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Sienna turns to Y/n, a playful smirk on her face. "Hey, Y/n, can you go with me to the car?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As Sienna and Y/n head through the living room, they find Oscar now watching cartoons with Y/n's younger brother, Gabriel. The sounds of Bluey fill the air as the boys chuckle at the antics on the screen.

As Y/n passes by the couch, her eyes flicker toward Oscar, who looks up from the cartoon and catches her gaze. For a brief moment, their eyes lock, and an unspoken exchange passes between them before she and SIenna continue on their way out the front door and into the garage.

Sienna takes the keys from her palm, unlocking the trunk of the car with a push of a button. The hinges swing open with a soft thud, revealing the contents inside.

Sienna rummages through a few bags and items, searching for the hidden inflatable pool floaties.

Sienna continues to dig through the bags and items in the car, muttering as she looks for the elusive pool floaties. After a moment, she turns to Y/n, a look of curiosity and concern in her eyes.

"So," she says, a hint of hesitance in her voice. "I've been meaning to ask you something..."

Sienna glances towards Y/n, her eyes lingering on her friend's expression. She notices the way Y/n's body language has changed ever since they arrived, the way her gaze drifts to Oscar whenever he's not looking, and the subtle nervousness in her voice.

"You know," Sienna says, a sly smile on her face, "I've noticed you've been acting a bit different since me and Mari arrived..."

She pauses for a moment, observing Y/n's reaction as she continues to dig through the car trunk. "You've been stealing glances at Oscar, and you seem... different around him," she observes, her tone light but her eyes keenly watching Y/n's expression.

Sienna smiles, her eyes studying Y/n's expression. "And the way you look at him... Let's just say it's not exactly subtle," she teases, her words dripping with playful insinuation.

Y/n clasps her hand onto Sienna's mouth in an attempt to shut her up. Sienna's smirk widens into a grin as she playfully struggles against Y/n's hand, attempting to say something through the clasp, her words muffled and indistinct.

"Keep your voice down, oh my fucking god," Y/n says, looking around for any sign of Oscar's sisters or parents. Thankfully, the coast is clear.

Sienna giggles, her words cut off by Y/n's hand. She playfully struggles for a moment before nodding, understanding the need to keep their conversation quiet.

Y/n slowly lowers her hand from Sienna's mouth, letting her speak again but still maintaining a low volume. "You gotta admit though," Sienna whispers, a smirk on her face. "It's kinda obvious you've got a thing for Oscar."

Y/n rolls her eyes sarcastically, causing Sienna to chuckle and her smirk to widen into a playful grin. "Oh come on, don't even try to deny it," she teases. "I can see it all over your face. You're crushing on him. Hard."

Sienna suppresses another giggle as Y/n tells her to keep it down again. "Okay, okay, I'll keep it down," she whispers. "But seriously, you can't deny it. You've got a thing for Oscar, and it's written all over your face."

Y/n nods, agreeing when the familiar feeling of jealousy and anxiety resurfaces. "As if I have a chance anyway, it's so obvious Marietta is interested in him too."

Sienna nods, a knowing glint in her eyes. "True, Mari's definitely got a thing for him too," she agrees. "She hasn't exactly been subtle about it either.

Y/n nods, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she admits her feelings. "Yeah, I can't deny it," she whispers. "Seeing Marietta flirt so shamelessly with him makes me a little... jealous."

Sienna grins slyly, hearing Y/n's confession and seeing the blush on her cheeks. "I knew it," she says, her tone victorious.

Y/n just rolls her eyes, trying to play it cool, but the blush on her cheeks gives away her true feelings. "Shut up," she mutters, nudging Sienna playfully.

Sienna retrieves the inflatables from the trunk, a triumphant grin on her face. "Found 'em!" she yells, holding up two circular floaties and one swan-shaped floaty. She closes the trunk and locks the car before turning back to Y/n.

"And hey," she says, her tone softening. "Don't worry about Mari, I know she's my half-sister and stuff, but you're way cuter than her, and I bet Oscar thinks so too."

Y/n smiles, grabbing Sienna's wrist and whispering in her ear with a smile, "I will admit, I wore this swimsuit to get his attention..."

Sienna grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh my god, what?!" she whisper-screams, clearly amused. "You never wear this swimsuit, I was wondering why you wore this... Well, I'm sure it'll work, your boobs look great in this."

Y/n lets out a loud laugh as she takes one of the floaties from Sienna. They open the door and step back into the house, the cool air conditioning a relief from the summer heat outside. The sound of cartoons drifts in from the living room, where Gabriel still watches Bluey with Oscar.

Y/n observes how Gabriel sits so calmly beside Oscar, telling Sienna to wait before walking behind her brother.

Sienna nods, holding onto the inflatables as she waits by the door, fixing her hair in the mirror. Y/n walks carefully behind the couch, moving silently so as not to draw attention to herself. She looks down at her brother and Oscar, taking in the scene with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

As Y/n bends down behind the couch and gives her brother a forehead kiss, she simultaneously tilts her body to the left, in Oscar's direction. She can feel his gaze on her, and she steals a glance. He must have seen her approach her brother from the corner of his eye.

Oscar's eyes inadvertently drift from Y/n's face to her exposed stomach. The sight of the water droplets, glistening on her skin in the light, captivates him. He tries to maintain his composure, but he continues to linger on her figure a moment longer than necessary.

His gaze involuntarily drifts upwards, fixing upon Y/n's chest. The sight of her cleavage, partially visible in her swimsuit, causes his breath to catch in his throat for a moment. His eyes linger there for a split second, his thoughts briefly distracted by her revealing attire before he quickly snaps his gaze back up to her face, hoping she didn't notice his momentary lapse.

Y/n leans over the couch, talking to her brother in a casual tone, pretending to be unaware of the effect her outfit is having on Oscar. "I didn't know you two were friends?" she says to her brother, feigning surprise.

Her brother pauses the cartoon on the screen, turning to her with a smile. "Yeah, Oscar's pretty cool!" he replies, completely oblivious to the tension between his sister and Oscar.

Y/n smiles at her brother's eagerness to get back to the cartoon, and she gently pats his head. "No need to pause it, Gabby," she assures him. "Sienna and I were just going back outside anyway."

Her brother grins and nods, resuming the cartoon and turning his attention back to the screen. Y/n glances over at Sienna who is still in front of the mirror, now taking selfies. She gives her a subtle nod to signal that they can head back outside.

As the two close the door to the backyard, Sienna grins mischievously as she pinches Y/n's hip. "Oh, you little tease," she teases, her tone playful. "I saw the way you angled yourself in front of Oscar back there. You're really trying to catch his attention, huh?"

Y/n rolls her eyes, pretending to be nonchalant even though she can feel her cheeks heat up at Sienna's remark. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she says, acting innocent.

As Sienna sets down the floaties by the pool, Y/n notices that the floaties are still deflated, and she realizes they need an air pump to inflate them.

"We need an air pump," Y/n says, looking around for a nearby outlet.

Marietta overheard Y/n's remark about the air pump, and she immediately volunteered to find it. "No worries, I'll go look for the air pump," she offers, eager to be helpful.

The girls watch as Marietta heads inside the house, puzzled as to why she didn't just go through the side to the garage to look for the air pump. They exchange a quizzical glance, wondering whether Marietta misunderstood their request.

A few moments later, Marietta returns to the backyard, and she's not alone. Oscar followed closely behind her, carrying the air pump that they needed. Y/n and Sienna's eyes widen in surprise as they see Oscar holding the air pump, their earlier banter about catching his attention suddenly feeling more real.

Y/n and Sienna exchange a knowing look, silently communicating their excitement and nervousness. Before either of them can react, Oscar walks up to them, his eyes flickering between Y/N and Marietta before settling on the air pump in his hand. "Marietta said you guys were looking for this," he says, holding up the air pump and trying to maintain a casual tone

She nods, her heart skipping a beat as she finds herself suddenly face-to-face with Oscar, her earlier display in front of the couch now feeling all too real. "Yeah, we needed it to inflate the pool floaties," Y/n replies, gesturing toward the floats lying nearby.

Marietta glances between Y/n and Oscar, silently sensing the tension between them. She grins to herself and decides to push things further by wrapping her arms around Oscar's arm, leaning into him playfully.

"Oscar, since you're already here, can you help us inflate these, please?" she asks, batting her eyelashes at him.

Oscar looks down at Marietta, noticing the way she's clinging to his arm. He chuckles lightly, amused by her playful demeanor. "Sure, I can help," he agrees, holding up the air pump in his hand.

Y/n can only smile awkwardly at the scene in front of her before turning to Sienna, and shooting her a look.

Sienna grins at the scene unfolding before them, seeing how comfortable Marietta is with Oscar. She catches Y/n's look and raises her eyebrows, her expression filled with both amusement and sympathy.

Sienna walks over to Y/n, a smirk on her face. "We should take some pictures," she suggests, trying to distract Y/N from the playful interaction between Oscar and Marietta.

Y/n's eyes widen with realization as an idea forms in her mind. A smirk creeping onto her face, she turns to Sienna and whispers, "Wait, I have an idea."

Sienna raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Y/n's sudden change in expression. "Oh? Do tell," she prompts a hint of mischief in her voice.

Y/n leans in closer to Sienna, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. "How about you take some... sexy pictures of me, in front of Oscar?" she whispers, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Sienna's smirk widens into a sly grin as she catches onto Y/N's plan. "Oh, I like where this is going," she replies, her eyes glinting with mischief. She glances over at Oscar and Marietta, who is now setting up the air pump.

"So, are you in?" Y/n asks. Sienna nods enthusiastically, unable to resist joining in on Y/N's plan. "Of course, I'm in," she replies, her excitement evident in her voice. "Count me in!"

Sienna grabs her phone from her pocket and starts taking pictures of Y/n, framing her in various slightly provocative poses. Y/N tries her best to act natural, striking sultry poses for the camera, all while trying to make it look casual and inconspicuous in front of Oscar.

Oscar

As I place the nozzle into the tube, I can't help but notice Y/n's little photoshoot. I steal stealthy glances in her direction as Marietta helps me fill the inflatables with air. My eyes keep drifting towards her, drawn to her every movement and pose.

I try to maintain focus on the task at hand, but my attention keeps getting diverted by Y/n, her provocative poses are impossible to ignore.

I can feel my eyes pull towards her every time she strikes a new pose, like a magnet to steel. My thoughts begin to wander in a direction I know I shouldn't be taking.

I pictured her, bent over, her derriere perfectly presented to me. I could almost feel the smooth skin of her back as I wrapped my arms around them, tugging her closer. The way my body would radiate against hers.

The thought of her supple flesh quivering under my touch. I imagined my hands exploring her body, caressing her, squeezing her, having her, my fingers wanting to take off her swimsuit, threatening to reveal her most intimate secrets-

Marietta snaps Oscar out of his thoughts as she announces that the floaty has enough air. Oscar shakes his head slightly, trying to clear his mind and focus on the task at hand.

"Uh, right. This one's good," he says, nodding at the floaty before looking over at Y/n and Sienna, their little photo shoot still in progress.

After a few minutes, Oscar finishes inflating the last floaty with a huff, taking a moment to catch his breath before standing up. He glances over at Y/n and Sienna one more time, seeing them still engrossed in their photo shoot. A hint of curiosity and attraction flirts in his eye

Marietta hugs Oscar, expressing her gratitude for his help with a smile. Oscar replies with a casual "no problem" and starts walking back inside the house. Sienna looks over at Y/n with a smirk, clearly amused by how Oscar's eyes kept flicking over to her during her photo session.

"Looks like he couldn't keep his eyes off of you," Sienna teases, nudging Y/n playfully. "You definitely have his attention."

Y/n blushes, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction at Sienna's words. "You think so?" she whispers, hoping that Oscar's lingering gazes were fueled by attraction rather than mere curiosity.

Sienna grins, playfully rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. He couldn't keep his eyes off you during your little photoshoot. Trust me, he's definitely feeling something."

Y/n glances back at the house, wondering what Oscar is doing now. "I don't know," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "Maybe he was just curious. It's not like he was drooling over me or anything."

Sienna raises an eyebrow, unconvinced by Y/n's attempt to downplay the situation. "Oh, please. I saw the way he was looking at you. Trust me, he was definitely enjoying the view."

Marietta walks back to Y/n and Sienna, carrying the inflated floaties in her hands.

"Got the floaties ready!" she calls out, a smile on her face. "Who wants the swan?"

Y/n glances at the floaties, her eyes immediately drawn to the swan floaty. "I'll take the swan," she says, her voice betraying a hint of excitement.

The girls are all lounging on their floaties in the water, enjoying the cool refreshment of the pool. Suddenly, Y/N notices the maid nearby and calls out to her politely. "Excuse me?" she calls out, her voice carrying over the sound of the splashing water.

The maid, who has been tidying up by the bar, turns towards Y/n as she calls out to her. "I think papa mentioned that one of the staff here knows how to make cocktails?"

Upon hearing Y/n's question, the maid smiles, "That's me," she smiles.

"Oh! What a lucky coincidence," Y/n grins, clapping her hands lightly.

"What would you like me to make, Miss, Y/n?" she asks Y/n, a smile on her face.

"Hm, how about a blueberry vodka lemonade, a mango mojito, and a strawberry daiquiri?" Y/n asks, hoping she knows how to make these drinks.

"Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks, miss." The maid says before getting to work on the three cocktails. Y/n yells, smiling wider than ever. "Thank you!"

Soon enough, the maid comes back with three drinks, "Here you go," she says, handing the drinks to the girls with a friendly smile.

Y/N and Sienna reach for their respective cocktails from the maid. Sienna takes the blue raspberry vodka lemonade, and Y/N takes the strawberry daiquiri. The maid hands the mango mojito to Marietta. They examine the colorful concoctions in their hands, taking a sip.

"Mmm, these are delicious," Sienna muses, her eyes widening with surprise as she tastes the cocktail's sweet and fruity flavors.

Y/n takes a sip of her drink, relishing the taste of the sweet strawberry mixed with the refreshing alcohol. "Wow, this is really good," she agrees, glancing over at Marietta to see her reaction.

The maid smiles at the girls' reactions, clearly pleased that they enjoy the cocktails she made for them. After making sure the girls are set with their drinks, she returns to her duties at the bar, tidying up and preparing for any other potential requests.

As time passes and dinner is served, the group gathers around the dining table. Everyone takes a seat, and Y/n notices that the only available seat is next to Oscar, which Marietta quickly claims, sitting down next to him. Y/n tries to not show her disappointment, taking a seat across from Oscar.

Everyone starts digging into their food, Y/n glances over at Oscar and Marietta, trying not to let her disappointment show. Seeing them sitting together, she can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wishing that she was the one sitting next to Oscar instead.

As she watches Marietta and Oscar interact, she can't help but notice the way Marietta bats her eyelashes at him, giggling at his jokes and playfully touching his arm. Each little flirtatious move makes Y/N's stomach twist in jealousy, and she can feel her irritation growing with each passing minute.

As Y/n starts to grow more and more frustrated watching Marietta interact with Oscar, she suddenly hears a whisper from May, who is seated nearby. "Why's your friend flirting with Osc like that? It's making me want to puke," May says, clearly disgusted by Marietta's behavior.

Y/n turns her head to look at May, surprised by her comment. "Tell me about it," she replies quietly, rolling her eyes at Marietta's overly flirtatious behavior. "She's been all over him since we got here."

May glances at Y/n, a dumbfounded expression on her face. "Seriously? She's been like this the whole time?" she asks, clearly taken aback. "And you've just been watching her flirt with him all day?

Y/n nods her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "Yeah, pretty much," she replies with a sigh. "She's had her eyes on him since the moment we got here, and she hasn't let up since."

May shakes her head, clearly unimpressed by Marietta's behavior. "That's messed up," she mutters under her breath. "How can she just throw herself at him like that in front of you?"

Y/n choked on her food and caught the attention of the others at the table, completely caught off guard by the last part of May's whisper. "Wait, what did you say?" she asks, her eyes widening in surprise.

May gives her a look as if she's been caught, "Oh right... I may or may have not heard you and Sienna talking in the garage...?"

Her eyes widen as she remembers her conversation with Sienna in the garage earlier. "You heard that?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

May nods, a sheepish expression on her face. "Yeah, I sort of eavesdropped on you guys," she admits, a hint of guilt in her voice. "Sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying- I opened the window to my room to get fresh air and heard the conversation."

Y/n's mind races, wondering how much May actually overheard. "How much did you hear, exactly?" she asks, her voice growing quieter as she glances over at Oscar and Marietta, hoping they haven't overheard their conversation.

May looks around, making sure Oscar and Marietta aren't paying attention. "Enough to figure out that you have a thing for my brother," she replies, her voice low. "And that Sienna was trying to help you impress him."

May notices the panicked expression on Y/n's face and hurriedly adds, "Don't worry, I don't have anything against you for liking my brother. In fact, I think it's kind of sweet."

She leans in a bit closer, a sly grin on her face. "But I just have one question for you..."

Y/n looks at May, a mixture of curiosity and nervousness in her eyes. "What is it?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

May leans in even closer, a playful glint in her eye. "Why haven't you made a move on him yet?" she whispers, her tone teasing.

Y/n's confusion is evident on her face as she glances at May. "What do you mean? Make a move?" she asks, her voice laced with uncertainty.

May looks at Y/n with a knowing expression. "You haven't noticed the way he looks at you? It's so obvious that he's into you," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice.

May chuckles lightly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It's really fun seeing my brother fall for someone if I'm being honest. He's usually so uptight and reserved, but I can tell he's genuinely attracted to you."

Y/n attempts to play it off, but her skepticism is evident. "I mean, I'm not sure about that," she replies, trying to sound nonchalant. "He's probably just being friendly." She returns her attention to her food, although her eyes keep drifting back over to Oscar and Marietta.

May snorts softly at Y/n's denial. "Friendly? Trust me, he's not like that with just any girl. He's clearly into you. You just need to open your eyes and pay attention to the way he looks at you," she says, her tone teasing but also a bit serious.

After dinner is finished, Y/N says her goodbyes to Sienna and Marietta. The two girls wave and wish her a good night as they part ways to head back to their own homes.

Y/n makes her way back inside and up the stairs. She hears a door open nearby, she turns to see Oscar stepping out of his room, the timing perfectly aligning as she was about to enter her own.

Startled, Y/n stops in her tracks, her eyes meeting Oscar's halfway. "Oh, hey," she says, her voice soft and tired.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Oscar's lips as he looks at Y/n. "Hey," he replies, his tone warm. "Heading to your room?"

Y/n nods, a small smile of her own forming on her face. "Yeah, just calling it a night," she says, awkwardly fidgeting with the doorknob.

Oscar nods in understanding, his gaze fixed on her for a moment before he speaks again. "You had a good time today?" he asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

y/n shrugs slightly, trying to downplay her true feelings about the day. "it was alright," she replies, hoping her casual tone will conceal her thoughts and feelings about the day's events.

Oscar nods, noticing the causal tone of her response. "Just alright?" he asks, a playful glint in his eye. "You don't sound very enthusiastic."

Y/n lets out a small chuckle, her facade faltering slightly. "I mean, it was fun," she admits, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "But there were some parts that were... interesting, shall we say."

Oscar raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, sensing that there's more unsaid. "Interesting, huh? Care to share more about these 'interesting' parts?" he asks, a small grin playing on his lips.

Y/n bites her lip, debating if she should delve deeper into the topic. "Well, let's just say…" she starts, pausing for a moment to choose her words carefully. "Marietta was a bit more… friendly with you than I expected," she finally admits, trying to keep her tone neutral.

Oscar's grin widens slightly, a mixture of surprise and amusement in his eyes. "Marietta, huh? You noticed that?" he asks, leaning against the wall casually.

Y/n nods, her expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "How could I not? She was practically throwing herself at you all day."

Oscar chuckles lightly, a playful glint in his eye. "Hmm, you sound a bit jealous," he teases, his tone light but holding a hint of genuine curiosity.

Y/N quickly denies it, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Jealous? Me? Absolutely not, Mr. Piastri," she insists, attempting to maintain a nonchalant facade.

Oscar grins, clearly enjoying her reaction. "You sure about that? You were giving Marietta some serious side-eyes during dinner," he remarks, amusement and interest dancing in his eyes.

Y/n's cheeks flush even more, and she crosses her arms defensively. "I was not giving her side-eyes. I was just… observing," she claims, trying to sound unconvincing even to herself.

Oscar chuckles, amused by her denial and her flushed cheeks. "Sure, sure. You were just 'observing,'" he says, his tone playful and teasing. He gives her a pat on the head, his touch light but affectionate. "Get some sleep, alright? Goodnight."

Y/n tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach caused by his touch and manages to muster up a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, goodnight," she replies, feigning annoyance even though her heart feels a bit lighter.

Y/n

I walk into my room, closing the door softly behind me. Leaning against it, I struggle to catch my breath as my heart pounds in my chest. I put my hands up to my cheeks, feeling the warmth spread across my face.

I walk in front of the mirror, my face flushing a deep shade of red, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through me. Oscar's simple show of affection has such a strong effect on me.

I take a few deep breaths, attempting to calm my racing heart and regain my composure. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts.

After a few moments, I feel my heartbeat slow down slightly, and her face starts to cool down. Still, the memory of Oscar's touch and the sound of his voice in my mind make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

I reached for my phone, which had been left on my bed. I see that I have a new text message from Sienna. Curious, I unlock my phone and open the message.

I was about to reply to Sienna's latest text message when I heard a knock on my door. Startled, I look up and call out, "Who is it?"

My heart skips a beat, hearing Oscar's voice on the other side of the door. "It's me," he replies, his voice soft and mistakably familiar.

I hesitate for a moment, caught off guard by his unexpected presence. "Um, come in," I call out, my voice slightly shaky. I sit up straight on my bed and run a hand through my hair, quickly trying to compose myself before he enters.

Oscar's head appears in the doorway as he pokes his head inside. "Hey," he says, a small smile on his face.

He steps inside the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He holds something in his hand, and I see it's the pink flower claw clip I had been wearing in my hair earlier.

Oscar holds up the clip and says, "I saw this by the pool when I was getting some water. Figured I'd return it to you."

I take the claw clip from his hand, our fingers brushing each other briefly. The momentary touch sends a chill down my spine, and I do my best to hide my reaction. "Thanks," I murmur, looking down at the clip in my hand.

There's a moment of silence between us, the air feeling thick with tension. Oscar stands leaning against the closed door, his gaze fixed on me while I stand beside my bed, fiddling with the claw lip in my hand.

The silence stretches on for a few more moments, and I fidget awkwardly, feeling the tension in the air grow thicker by the second. Finally, I look up at Oscar, our eyes meeting the same way they did in the hallway. "Um, is there something else you wanted?" I ask.

He shakes his head, breaking the awkward silence. "No, that's all," he replies, his tone casual. He gives me a small smile. "Goodnight, Y/n. Again."

I nod, returning his smile, although mine is a bit shaky. "Yeah, goodnight," I murmur. My heart is still racing from the unexpected visit and the proximity, but I try my best to hide it.

Oscar lingers by the door for a moment, his eyes locked on me. He seems to be contemplating something, his expression is unreadable. After a few seconds, he finally reaches for the doorknob. "Sweet dreams," says softly, before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

I am left alone in my room, my head spinning with thoughts and emotions. I stand still for a moment, my fingers still clutching the claw clip. I can't shake the feeling of Oscar's presence and the way he looked at me before he left.

With a heavy sigh, I finally turned my attention back to my phone. I open the text message from Sienna, my mind still partially preoccupied with thoughts of Oscar.

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Back in his own room, Oscar scrolls through his phone, bored and restless. He flicks through his social media feeds, idly looking through pictures and updates from friends and acquaintances. Suddenly, he stops on a picture shared by Y/N. It's a picture of her at the pool earlier that day, wearing a swimsuit that leaves little to the imagination, silently thanking the gods above that she posted.

Oscar's eyes widen as he stares at the picture. His heart rate quickens, and he takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He feels a strange stirring in his gut as he takes in the image of Y/N in the revealing swimsuit. He's seen her in swimwear before, but this picture is different. Her curves, the way the swimsuit hugs her body, the way her hair is loosely tied up... He can't tear his eyes away.

The image of her in that swimsuit, her figure on display, is burned into his mind.

His mind is still lingering on the moments he just spent with Y/n in her room. The subtle way she blushed when he handed her the claw clip, the shyness in her eyes when he wished her goodnight... He couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and attraction.

He chuckles to himself as he taps out another comment, sending it off with a smirk. He glances up at the ceiling, wondering how Y/n is feeling right now. Was she blushing again? Staring at his comment on her phone, feeling flustered? The thought amused him.

Oscar sets his phone down beside him, still smiling to himself. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he couldn't help but hope that his casual visit to her room had stirred up some emotions in her. Maybe she was feeling as restless as he was, thinking about him just like he was thinking about her.

He closes his eyes, picturing Y/n's face in his mind. Her eyes widened when he stepped into her room, and her hand trembled as she accepted the claw clip… He couldn't get it out of his head.

Oscar lies there in bed, his thoughts swirling in his head. He can't understand why he can't seem to shake thoughts of Y/n from his mind. He replays the moments he spent with her, the way she smiled, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her skin on his when he handed her the claw clip. He doesn't realize the reason behind his fixation, still oblivious to his budding feelings for her.

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