#i mean i kinda get the thing they were going for

[mymarifae]

so like

how we feeling about leviathan / path of voracity march 7th

[tequiilasunriise]

New Headcanon: Mira is engaged. It’s not to who you think, though

In my heart, I think it would be so damn funny if one of the final straws fer Mira in regards to her parents was them tryna set her up with the son of an ultra successful chaebol family and the pair were arranged to be married a la conservative arranged marriage bullshit. And then upon joining Huntrix Mira eventually just. Completely forgot she was engaged LMAOOOOO

Now obviously Mira absolutely NOPED outta that shit as soon as possible because ain’t no way she living the rest of her life controlled by other people trying to “settle” her down, but . But like. Technically she and the heir she was engaged to never officially broke their engagement because:

1. Mira’s parents are trying to save face and to back down and break the courtship they worked so hard to secure from the other family- who took a LOT of bride money to convince to give up their son to marry such a terrible mess of a girl, a self-made one who likely can’t even produce heirs at that! the horrors!- would bring so much shame upon them, especially after their daughter’s most scandalous running away to become one of the most famous people in all of Korea

2. Now that she’s an ultra popular global star, the son’s family REFUSES to back down and undo the arrangement and instead falsely brag that their son is engaged to kpop sensation Mira Huntrix with a marriage on the way once she retires from being an idol

With this in mind, imagine all the comedy gold potential from Mira being technically engaged but never explicitly mentioning because she just straight up forgot.

Incredibly funny premise to me if Mira were to do a random lore drop like, “The Chois? As in the diamond mine owning Chois? They’re going to attend our charity event?”

And Zoerumi are a little confused about their dancer’s sudden hostility and Rumi, the ever goodnatured leader, is like, “Yeah, what about them? Something the matter?”

To which Mira would reply with such a long suffering sigh, “Ugh, that means my ‘fiancé’ will probably be there-“

“YOUR W H A T???” shouts Rumi the same time Zoey practically explodes with, “YOU HAVE A FIANCÉ??? SINCE WHEN??”

And just imagine how fucken funny it would be if Mira would level them with an honestly confused look and just, “Oh, you guys didn’t… know?”

Once again, Zoerumi speak in sync as Zoey exclaims, “UH, NO???” the same exact time Rumi, desperately trying go make sense of the whole situation, asks, “Mira, Mira you’re engaged?”

And brrooo, Zoey’s got the biggest wettest puppydog eyes as she loudly laments while twisting the promise ring on her finger, “To a man?? To someone who isn’t us???? Betrayal?? You hate us??”

And Mira has to Lore Dump™️ that she and this dude are only TECHNICALLY engaged since her parents and his never dropped the courtship they arranged between ‘em but Mira couldn’t care less. She doesn’t remotely consider him an actual partner to her in any way but yes, technically speaking, they are still engaged together in the eyes of VERY musty, stupid, conservative capitalists. She only refers to him as her ‘fiancé’ with big ass air quotes because to her it’s just one big stupid joke girly truly could not less of a fuck about.

Like c'mon give me Mira genuinely forgetting to tell Zoerumi about her ‘engagement’ because it’s just another thing from her past she lumped together into the corner of her mind where she dumps all the memories of what kinda bullshit her parents put her through growing up. Give me Mira having to scramble to explain the situation to a deeply confused and lowkey distressed Zoerumi. The comedy gold, your honor!

Also, give me the Choi family trying to brag about their son being engaged to THE Mira Huntrix and publicly dragging her with some, "I hope this marriage finally tames her into a proper woman" utter bullshit and end up getting into mad beef with the Huntrix stans. One particularly passionate Mira bias goes on a war path doxxing the husband's affair with his secretary while simultaneously hacking into the company's database to expose insane tax fraud that's been going on. Huntrix's PR team releases a statement saying they do not condone this behavior some of the fanbase has been doing but you can easily tell it’s very much just a mandatory announcement made to keep Mira in the clear from any lawsuits tied to the database hacking and shit made in her honor. While she can't openly condone her fans' behavior, Mira is absolutely, positively delighted by her fans going buck-fucking-wild and tearing apart the Choi family. She doesn't say she approves, but she very much doesn't tell em to stop either. Zoerumi are also very gleefully enjoying this humbling of the Chois, hell, Zoey probably has several spam accounts dedicated to adding fuel to the fires of slandering them.

Speaking of Zoerumi, imagine them having to be held back during the charity event from confronting the Chois straight up. Rumi is talking about kicking them out, Zoey is proposing more... tactile means of dealing with them, and tonight it's Mira's turn to be the one to carry the trio's singular braincell dedicated to being the voice of reason. She has to pull out the leaning down and softly whispering into Zoerumi's ears, "I don't want you guys to leave my side… please?" move because as much as she wants her gfs to tear into the Chois right now (and god. GOD. She really does. It would be so, so hot) she also wants to prioritize the charity event's success, and that can't really happen if Zoerumi are verbally harassing and/or stabbing some of the potential patrons.

Mira doesn't often pull out her more vulnerable, lowkey begging side like that in public (even if it was very discreetly whispered into just her gfs' ears), but you besttttt believe it was more than enough to keep Zoerumi GLUED to her the entire night. And hey, you know what? It absolutely works for her because now Mira's got her arms wrapped around the shoulders/waists of two of the hottest people in the room in a verryyy intimate way. What better way to humble her shithead fiance than to look like an exceptionally pleased queen flanked by her two incredibly loyal, incredibly protective, incredibly good looking guard dogs?

I love when Huntrix act as each other’s guard dogs and having Zoerumi be so very very verryy clingy to Mira and riding the very thin line between “just supoortive girly gal pals ahaha” and “oh they FUCKING fucking” with the way they hang off/press in/are always so attentive and touching her in some way/just the way they look and smile at her??? It’s got the Chois maddd uncomfortable, especially when they try to convince their son to go talk to his fiancé and bro’s like, “It would be three against one! If she was alone, maybe, but there’s no way I can approach her like this!” Like yesss Polytrix are radiating so much powerful sapphic aura it creates an invisible barrier between Mira and her ‘fiancé’. Just! The imagery of Mira smiling so confidently like the pleased queen, nah, empress she is with her guard dogs Zoerumi flanking her as the three move around the venue they had rented out and strike up polite conversation with potential donors as one unbreakable unit? All while her ‘fiance’ and his family are fuming in the background but overall way too cowardly to approach the trio? Delectable, utterly addictive really, give me ten more shots of this.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Laswell confronts Price. Nik eavesdrops.

cw: severe body dysphoria.

Nik knew he shouldn't be listening.

He had always seen fit to remove himself from sensitive conversations that involved intel he should not be privy to. It was an issue of respect. Laswell and John always told him what he needed to know, and John often went beyond even that, such was their bond.

But this time, he had lingered by the door. Perhaps it was something in their tone, or the way his last private conversation with each of them had ended in a riddle he simply couldn't untangle. Either way, he leaned in close to the door now, swallowed the guilty tug in his chest, and listened.

“Deformed. That's the word we're going with, is it?” Laswell.

“S’true. No one's ever pushed beyond that last few times people've been interested.” John.

“Those people weren’t Nik. He's worried about you. He thinks you have some horrific physical issue that has left you, I don't know, damaged for life…”

“Don't I? Sounds accurate.”

“For fuck's sake, I thought we were past this pity party crap.”

“Ain't a pity party. It's reality. Now, if yer done messin’ around in my private life, I've got reports to do fer your guv’nor, Kate.”

“The concept of the world and everyone in it that you've built in your head isn't reality, John. It's fiction written by a wounded heart to protect itself.”

“Get that one from the missus?”

“She thinks you're an asshole too.”

“Not a lot’s changed there then…” John sounded tired.

“You need to tell him the truth.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“I can't think of a single reason to shut Nik out on this.”

“‘ve done it all before. I tell people, an’ suddenly every’fin’ changes. The way they look at me, searchin’ for some kinda specific fuckin’ tell, which is suddenly so fuckin’ obvious and why didn't they realise before. The way they don't trust my judgement ‘nymore, the way they bloody talk to me and it becomes hard to remember how t’ refer t’ me, I lose ‘em as a friend “ John's voice grew increasingly angrier as he continued, until he was seething at her through gritted teeth. “You fuckin’ know all this. Ya watched it fuckin' well happen.”

Nik's heart hammered in his chest. He couldn't think of a single thing John could do to make him see him any different; his respect, his love, ran too deep. Like veins of precious minerals embedded deep in a mountainside.

“So, you're going to go through life pushing people away. Not letting them get too close because they might turn out to be assholes like some others back when you were young and stupid, but let them get just close enough that they serve their purpose.” Laswell sounded more irritated than she had at the beginning.

“Yeah.”

“Even the ones that have proven their devotion to you in blood.”

“Blood means fuck all when it comes to shit like this. You know that. No love, no respect, no bloody devotion, is unconditional. An’ this is one condition people can't overcome.”

“You're a coward.”

“S’got me this far,” John said, his anger faded back to tired resignation. “An’ don't Nik deserve more ‘an that? Real man, not some broken freak.”

“He deserves the truth, and the chance to make up his own mind. You’re insulting his character by believing he will turn on you. You know him better than that. And I've seen the way you look at him, John. I'm not fucking blind, and neither is he.”

There was a long pause. Nik rested his palm gently against the door, followed by his forehead. There was no sound, but the longing that threatened to pull him right into the room tugged hard around his heart.

“I can't lose ‘im, Kate,” John croaked. If Nik hadn't been close, he would have missed it. He had never heard John sound so defeated. “Not Nik.”

“I know,” Laswell replied. “But you will if you don't trust him. You need to tell him. You need to let him decide.”

“An’ what if he turns?”

“He won't.”

“But–”

“John. We both know that's not what you're worried about.” Nik heard her footsteps, the rustle of some papers. “Some things can't stay as daydreams or they turn to bitterness. Take the risk.”

“Right.”

Nik left the office door and walked silently down the hallway. The conversation had raised more questions than it had answered, but one thing was for sure; John didn't want to lose him. John wanted him but was denying them both for some reason. A reason he saw as significant, that had hurt him in the past.

It had sounded like Laswell had talked him round, but only time would tell. Nik stared at the ceiling of his small room until dawn. You will not lose me, John.

[grrrdino]

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Payback! ²

student!reader x dealer!ellie williams

(payback! pt.1)

summary | ellie is the most famous drug dealer on your university campus. you always go to her when you most need to clear your mind. however, you'd never think you'd be the one who ended up as a bargaining chip that night.

warnings: nsfw, top!ellie x sub!reader, plot and porn, not outbreak oneshot, dirty talk, cursing, drug mention, r! using drugs mention, fingering r! receiving, kinda mean ellie, kinda mean r! MDNI.

wc; 2.8k

a week and a half had passed since the... events that happened between you and ellie. snow began to fall on campus, and the weather was getting colder and colder. going out was becoming more common now that the semesters were over.

but you?

every moment of every passing day that week, a flash of ellie returned to your mind.

you didn't even have to close your eyes to remember the taste of her lips that night, somewhat dry and thin, they kissed yours to chase away your moans— her long, thin hands, the tattoo on her arm flexing, your gaze lowering to your legs, clinging to her...

the thought alone made your heart skip a beat, you had to stop what you were doing and come back to reality.

but you'd decided that same night when you returned to your bedroom, your legs shaking and your lips swollen... you wouldn't speak to ellie again. like never.

you also promised to your two friends who shared the dorm with you. told them what had happened—to say they tried not to laugh at you a little was... an understatement. but they were sweet, and they tried to advise you as best they could. and honestly, ellie's reputation wasn't the best. she just was the 'junkie.'

and gosh, you were in heavy shit too. and ellie knew it.

sometimes you lied to yourself and said it was just so you could sleep at night, or so you thought. but you were working on it. full promise. you were just a struggling college girl.

but could anyone know this? absolutely not. never. you'll combust first honestly.

and ellie? she wasn't taking it easy.

i mean—yes, she'd slept with a couple of girls from her same major, mechatronics. but it's not like it was anything serious, it was just temporary. and the same thing happened with you, something fleeting.

however, she didn't know if you'd hurt her ego or if the way she held you that night had her clinging to you like a moth.

and it wasn't like ellie was the flirtatious/heartless woman type; sometimes she wasn't even aware that she stole breaths among many girls at the university. she was even a little clumsy; maybe it was the weed.

but you definitely stuck in her head like gum.

maybe ellie would regret what went through her mind when a week and a half went by and you didn't even dare look at her once. avoiding her like the plague. you two had computer science courses together. it didn't matter.

you pretended ellie was invisible. and it got to her head real quick.

until a few days ago, ellie had you in her arms. yes, in public, hardly romantic or meaningful. but her fingers claimed you, and your moans were a dedication to her. didn't that say something to you?

on the ninth day, a wednesday to be exact, your nokia screen lit up, unmistakable. at first, you gave it a quick glance, the signature orange color glowing on your face. but your stomach did a flip when you read the contact's name. of course, you had ellie saved. she is— or was your emergency need.

ellie: Wow. not even a hi?

your fingers tightened on the small phone, and you thought about answering. but you couldn't fool anyone. a part of you felt 'a thing' as you read the text.

you: what is that supposed to mean?

you waited.

ellie: I don't know. Maybe stop acting like this?

you: idk what to tell you, ellie. honestly, don't know what's next after what happened.

you were a liar and you knew this would have repercussions.

ellie: We fucked, I guess it gets over. I think I just want to know what the hell is going on.

before you could reply, another message.

ellie: 1 unread message.

And I don't want to sound like I'm in deep. Because I'm not. But it's hard to get over it if every time you see me in the hallway you act like I'm a serial killer.

obviously, ellie was lying too. and at this point, you both seemed to be having the attitude of two little girls trying to hide the obvious.

you waited and thought about it. for a few moments, you felt vulnerable. you felt pointed at, because it was true. you acted like ellie was the worst thing that had happened to you in recent days. but you couldn't stop, even though you felt guilty. even if it was just a lay.

you: i didn't know a fuck meant so much to you.

you were cruel. your fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, you couldn't delete anything anymore.

a minute.

ellie: I should have known what everyone said about you was true. A bitch.

this was getting ridiculous, and you knew it. but if you could be rude, ellie would reach the step above you.

you didn't even think about it when you left your dorm once again in a flash. your steps were heavy, you were still wearing the outfit you'd worn all day, even though it was nighttime.

ellie's dorm was literally a block away from yours; the buildings were practically identical. you knew where it was; you'd been there countless times to continue buying her shit. but maybe this had also gone to your head.

you knew ellie would be there. she was there every night, available for any purchase any student wanted. your fist knocking on the door a couple of times echoed in the hallway. her dorm was room 14. second floor.

a couple of seconds passed until the door opened. you wanted to break something when ellie filled your vision: her hair in that messy mullet cut, her eyes with the slit in her brow, slight dark circles that gave her her charm, freckles all over the cheeks. a black t-shirt with the print of that comic she was obsessed with. what a nerd.

a pretty hot nerd.

"the fuck...?"

ellie said, frowning at the sight of you there. but you silenced her. your bag hung from your right shoulder, your hair held back by a hairpin, which made you look less dangerous than your words were about to say.

"say it to my face. that i'm a bitch. what's what everyone's saying i didn't know, huh?"

you blurted out suddenly, your nose burning against the bridge of it, your cheeks red and flushed.

you weren't really upset or offended with her. you knew what they were saying about you. you didn't fucking care.

ellie's expression went through a thousand stages. she was confused, then she began to understand the situation. finally, that lopsided smile appeared on her lips. she looked as defiant as you.

"a bitch. a damn bratty bitch." she whispered. she was having fun.

then ellie definitely turned things around for you, her eyes went down from your eyes to your body, and back up again.

"didn't you say it was just a lay? you walked the block just to come and get your pride back, or what?" she added.

"my pride? it was you who got on your knees and spoke to me again even after i tried to pretend you didn't exist."

you responded scathingly, your eyes blazing, as if you were trying to prove something.

and ellie... she just let out a genuine laugh, husky and soft through the surfaces. she crossed her arms, looked at you as if she pitied you.

"you're trying to damn hard. but you just came here again because you loved how i fucked you that night." she hissed.

the silence stretched. you felt tiny. because it was true, and you didn't even know how you'd gotten here.

"fuck you, ellie." was the only thing you could say as a snort, she was quick to answer.

"sure thing." she whispered.

one step closer, you didn't know. soon you felt her hands grip your waist like that first night, pulling you toward her, giving you a look of mutual wanting. your lips opened against hers. and the kiss didn't start small; she immediately explored your mouth. the tip of her foot closed the door to her bedroom, and you both stumbled toward the bed.

ellie ended up sitting first on the edge of her mattress. there were cables and ellie's unfinished projects on the floor. her bedroom was a mess, but you didn't even notice it when you sat on her lap, following the kiss that was more saliva and tongue than anything else.

however, the kiss died quickly when ellie pulled away first, her greenish eyes slightly darkening, her lips glistening with your saliva. "are you going to keep being shitty to me, huh?" she blurted out, one of her hands placing itself behind your head, holding your tied-up hair. the other firmly gripped your ass over your jeans.

you snorted, eyes blazing just like hers, "what do you want me to say? say yes so you can fuck me? not gonna happen."

ellie let out another giggle, a half-smile, the hand she had on your ass slipping towards her own mouth, licking her fingers, wetting them for you before sliding two under your jeans, undoing the button as she went. "fuckin' greedy."

her hand cupped your pussy over your panties, you wouldn't deny that you were already wet— the whole situation only made you fantasize more.

the tension in the air shifted when her fingers pushed your panties aside. ellie wasn't being as considerate as she had been the first night; this was more of a payback; it was inevitable between the two of you.

"this pussy missed me, look at that..." ellie said in the dirtiest way, the tips of her fingers gathering all the wetness between your folds to finally guide it toward your entrance. her other hand was still clutching your hair, the back of your neck.

"there you go, babe. you know you want it... ride my fingers."

ellie said with an amused smile, but the moment her fingers entered you, her expression became more intense.

you moaned immediately, throwing your head back as you tried to get used to the feeling, your hips began to move in a needy back and forth, the palm of her hand helping to rub against your needy clit.

"shit, yeah..." you gasped, closing your eyes.

in a careless manner, ellie lifted your blue sweater, not even taking the trouble to remove it. her hand left your hair, and as you bounced in her fingers, she held the sweater, exposing your breasts to her.

without another word, her mouth began to trail kisses over your heavy breasts. "c'mon... go faster, i wanna see these tits jump." ellie whispered shamelessly. and you could only comply, bouncing on her rhythmically, moaning louder and louder.

you wouldn't last long, not with the pads of her fingers kissing deep inside you, not with her face buried between your breasts when you rode her. and ellie could sense it, she seemed to read your mind when it came to sex. how funny.

"that's it, beautiful—..." she whispered, correcting any 'insult' she'd said to you earlier. her face lifted to yours, and as she felt your pussy clench fervently around her fingers, she placed soft kisses along your cheek and jaw, caring for you.

your mind didn't quite process the moment you cummed. it was like floating. you couldn't do much either when her eyes met yours for a split second. you felt like she could really see you, at your most vulnerable and sincere state. her lips brushed against yours in a soft kiss. arms held you. they really did.

you remember her telling you a couple of other things. you felt a little guilty for not returning the favor. you wanted to—you dreamed about it. you imagined what it would look like for her to moan out your name. would she do it? would she show herself like that with you?

you felt stupid denying it anymore. you didn't know what you were feeling, but when you tried to clear your mind, all you could think about were those seconds when ellie looked at you as if nothing else mattered. how her eyes shone and her lips trailed down your cheeks. your heart swelled. and you had to be honest: you just wanted to protect yourself. you were terrified of vulnerability with someone else.

you both lay down on the bed as best you could, your breathing still fast. you felt ellie at your side, placing a kiss upon your shoulder. "such a needy thing..." she whispered, in the warmest way.

could ellie feel the same way you did? or were you just hallucinating from the constant hangover from weed affecting your senses? it was stupid, but she was sweet, even at her most rude trying way, you knew ellie—she was honest, even a little silly.

you were really hallucinating.

it was late morning when the sunlight hit your face. you felt your body stiff, yesterday's clothes like pajamas on your body. your legs felt light. ellie's arm around your waist, fast asleep beside you on the bed.

something in your chest truly stirred. insistently. your gaze ran over her face in the gentlest way. and at that hour, in that light, ellie seemed to be in the sweetest form you'd ever seen of her.

you couldn't even describe what was happening inside you. it was something much bigger, it seemed to be swirling in the pit of your stomach.

you'd known ellie for years, short conversations—quick glances. but something had changed that night in the bleachers. at least for you.

and you didn't miss the fact that ellie had come looking for you again. it stucked on you. she seemed sure.

now you truly were on deep shit.

an almost silent vibration. it couldn't have been your phone. it was ellie's, resting on the gray nightstand next to you.

instinctively, you sat up a little, discovering that ellie was a heavy sleeper— you wanted to wake her up so you could give her her phone. but the orange screen lit up again.

To: Ellie. 1 unred message.

lily: hey, my love. missed you so much tonight. thought we could order some pizza like the last time. call me when you can.

your heart fell at your feet,

you were ridiculous.

(it's here and i'm so happy!!!!! plz plz tell me what you think about it, i never thought the first part could have that love, so thank u sm and enjoy<3

also, i'm gonna make my first taglist for this one so let me know if u want to be added)

divider cr: @suupersonic

[yunamoona]

ᯓ☆ digimon nerdjo x pokemon nerd!reader

ultimate “erm akshually!” duo, freaks matched

as told by Suguru Geto, who is tired.

You and Satoru are both such massive dorks, Suguru can hardly stand it.

It’s funny, because you and Satoru hated each other’s guts at first. It’s even funnier when you think about it, because you both started hating each other right after befriending him, several years ago during first year.

“You can manipulate cursed spirits? That’s so cool!” You had commented as you, him, Satoru, and Shoko began strolling away from the campus vending machines.

“Cursed spirit manipulation, huh?” Satoru had mused after guzzling down half his soda. “That's a pretty nifty trick, I guess. Not totally weak.” Which was just about as close to an approximation of a compliment a homeschooled brat like him could serve up at the time.

“Kinda like Digimon.”

“It’s like Pokémon!”

“…”

“…”

The switch up was immediate after you both simultaneously uttered those statements. Never in his life has he witnessed nastier, testier glares than the ones you and Satoru pinned on one another as a leaded stalemate ensued.

There’s a few beats of silence before Gojo’s face twists into something belittling, coupled with an incredulous laugh.

“Eughh, Pokémon?” He snarked with an over the top gag and eye roll. “What, are we naming all the most overrated, oversaturated media trash in existence now?? Here, I’ll go next: Pokémon.”

“Can’t believe you even bothered mentioning Digimon. The three other fans in existence are going wild, I’m sure.” You were quick to retort dryly with an indignant scoff.

The verbal spat that ensued isn’t one that Suguru bothers to remember— the first of many. All he can recall is back and forth yelling and the sensation of pressure building at his temples as Shoko slunk away to smoke under the overhang the moment tension started building.

In retrospect, he supposed he didn’t care for either of you all that much— you were so loud, arguing over virtually nothing. But at the time Jujutsu Society was still a fairly new concept to him, and you were two of his three other classmates. So he just decided to make do with what he was given. Even if his options were limited. And bottom barrel.

But hey, despite his initial assumptions, you and Satoru weren’t half bad friends— his best friends even, when separated. It’s whenever you all attempted group hangouts that was the problem. You could coexist. Almost be friendly, sure, but it wasn’t long before one of you teased the other just a little too far and escalated into a full blown scrap over the smallest things.

That one time he had to drag the two of you off to the side during the arcade trip on the last day of your class’s fourth year, plus Nanami and Haibara, had to have been one of the most embarrassing. I mean, seriously, two adults fighting over a tamagotchi in the prize booth?? You’ve got to be kidding.

“You’re acting like children. Are you not ashamed??” Suguru hissed as he ushered you both away from the counter into a corner; you with a hand on your shoulder and Satoru with his ear pinched between his fingers. He almost groans out loud when you both give him equally wide-eyed, thoroughly scolded pouts before starting with the “They started it!” finger pointing, quickly circling back to your years— years long Pogi-Doki Whatevermon dispute.

“Isn’t it about time you both got over…this??” Geto gestured vaguely with frustration at whatever pointless animosity you held against each other. “I don’t understand why you can’t seem to get along when they’re practically the same thing, anyway.”

The same thing, anyway.

The same thing.

The same.

Pokemon and Digimon. Same.

You would’ve thought he just called both your mommas’ ugly hags the way you and Satoru tore into him.

“Digimon could never be pokemon! First of all the Digimon world is virtual, hence the prefix, Digi. You got a brain rattling around in there, or what?” Satoru sputtered instantly, his hands gripping ironclad to Suguru’s shoulders.

“Puh-lease! Pokemon is a completely different verse and storyline distinct from Digimon! Helloooo? They’re nothing alike, you obviously have no idea what you’re talking about.” You seethed, yanking his ear down to your level.

“PHONEY!”

“POSER.”

In the end, the vicious verbal assault he endured was for the greater good— necessary, even, for your and Satoru’s relationship with each other to develop into something more than heated debates and loathsome glares. At least you could both see eye to eye on one thing.

Or maybe it was for the worse. Because before he knew it, the two of you were completely indulging in one another’s interests. And now whenever you get together and double down on your geeky chatter he just can’t keep up with it.

It’s almost as if you have your own secret code between yourselves that he fails time and time again to decipher.

“I get it. You're saying it’s like digital conversion through exposure to different types of data files. Y’know, like viral data corrupting Angemon into Devimon?” Satoru nodded with a fist curled under his chin as Suguru’s explanation of a nature curse. “But only bad in terms of proclivity towards evil, because there’s digi’s like Guilmon that are also virals.”

“Ohhh,” You awed as the understanding seemed to dawn instantly, snapping your fingers as you turned to Satoru. “So it's like dark arbok instead of regular poison slash darkness-type arbok then??”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!”

It’s a matter of seconds before you and him are giggling, passionately ranting with your hands clasped together like lovesick dorks.

Meanwhile Suguru gawked with a somewhat judgmental grimace between the two of you. “Uhm…yeah, sure. Whatever works, I guess.”

He does find it charming, in a weirdly endearing way, that you both have a niche expertise in stuff he would never care to learn about on his own. He even retains a few tidbits of information about digimon and pokemon between you. And then immediately regrets it when he innocently tries to insert himself into a conversation about it and mixes up the details, effectively getting flamed without mercy by the know-it-all duo themselves.

There’s no doubt in his mind the two of you are the most ardently dweeby soulmates. Ever.

a.n. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 the real reason suguru defected

[biteyoubiteme]

Ii izzy ive been waiiitttiinnnggg and waaannntttiinngg to read this for so long and last night i was just hit with the need to read it lol so im excited to finally jump in ><

He wasn’t sure how he would explain his smile if he weren’t. He must have looked stupid smiling like a ray of sunshine just because his best friend was calling. STOP I CAN SEE HIS CUTE FACE RN IN MY MIND IM SO UNWELL- 

“Chat, this is him just saying he wants to play doors. Again,” Beomgyu scoffed. “Fine, we can play but if you die at the beginning again I swear I will drive to your apartment and choke you to death.” Warning received,” Soobin snorts. “Let’s finally get through level 100, it’s embarrassing at this point.” Beomgyu couldn’t argue with that. It wasn’t the first roblox stream they did together and somehow, they always ended up playing at least a few rounds of the game but never made it past level 80. Either Soobin died too soon by the stupidest death possible, or he lost the run at level fifty. Either way, Beomgyu always ended up alive alone, with little to no chances. The way i would pay good money to see soogyu play doors is unreal, iwould be there every night on their streams watching them and giggling so much over them getting jump scared lmao- 

You’re right here, making him feel like the luckiest boy on the planet but at the same time, you’re as far as you can be. UUUUUGGGGHHHHHH

Beomgyu gasps dramatically, making him laugh. “And also, we divorced the moment you decided to move out and live with your side chick and arch nemesis.” LMAO i love beomgyu 

“Come here,” you shake your head, making your best friend look up. Soobin blinks a few times but listens, closing the distance between you. You undo his tie, causing his eyes to widen. You don’t say anything, simply redoing it to make it look better. It’s been his thing, wearing button-ups with a tie every day and making it look casual but somehow, he still managed to mess up. It was kind of cute, honestly. “There,” you smile, taking a step back to take a proper look. Stop why does this kinda give perks of being a wallflower and why do i love it so much, i could see soobin doing this and i can see how cute he would be stumbling to tie his tie and like how hap hazard it is in the mornings hes running late pls ><

Home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros STOP THIS IS SUCH A GOOD SONG STOOOOPPP

you realized you always looked for a piece of your best friend in the guys you dated. Ill cry stop it i love them- 

You settle on the top of the slide, your legs tangled together as you try to fit into the small space for kids. All the food is placed between you, and the only sounds filling Soobin’s ears are your giggles as you play with your food and tease him endlessly. He takes out his phone and you grin, posing with your milkshake. He laughs as well, putting the phone down beside him as he takes a handful of fries. This is so cute i cannot 

You mean like the fact you practically asked Taehyun to marry you the first time I introduced you?” He teases and your eyes widen as you slap his hand. “Come on! Don’t go revealing my secrets like it’s nothing! Plus, we were eleven and unlike your other friends, he was the only one treating me like a lady instead of your little punching bag!” You complain. Definitely not my fault Yeonjun and Beomgyu were immature little shits,” he laughs. “Yeah, well, they still are,” you huff even though you know it’s far from that. Yeonjun has turned into a gentleman who helps old people carry things when he sees them struggling without a second of hesitation, and Beomgyu has been nothing but respectful to every woman he’s met since you slapped him for making an inappropriate joke back when you were fourteen. STOP THE FRIENDSHIP THIS IS SO HEARTWARMING- 

“Who has a boyfriend?” He asks confusedly and when the Korean reaches Ryan’s ears, he switches as well. “It’s just–” he sighs again. “My date from last night. I found out good twenty minutes into the date because guess what, he was the fucking cook in the restaurant and I was just there to make him jealous.” wait the drama im on the edge of my seat this is why we have roomates to get the tea from them at the best of times

You say that because apparently I’m the only one with eyes. Do you genuinely not see the way he looks at you?” You stop midstep, hitting Ryan with your bag on accident as you turn to face him, blinking confusedly. “What?” He sighs, pushing the door open and taking a step inside when you don’t move. “Just focus on his eyes at dinner,” he says, walking off before you can ask anything else. Ugh id cry to think about soobin looking at me like a love sick puppy and everyone else knows but me- a girl can dream- 

And then, before you can stop it, you think about how it’d be like if you did date Soobin. Your gaming leveled up with cuddles, kisses and confessions added to the mornings spent together, dates that leave people feeling jealous because of how great he is to you, the sleepless nights full of need replaced with his comfort, his fingers making you finish faster than your own– no this is too much im much too weak for this- also the way i gasped at the last line lmao 

“I’m sorry. Forget about it, really. I’m so, so, so sorry.” A part of you breaks when you see him like this, looking like he convinced himself thinking about you in that sense was wrong, that he wasn’t allowed to. It hurts you to see someone so important to you blame himself for something he doesn’t need to because of you. STOP I LOVE HIM HE IS SO CUTE- 

“In that case, I think I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve.” AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHHHHHHH

You hold his hands carefully, searching for any sight of discomfort before you bring his hands to your waist, leaving them there. The emotion behind his eyes switches immediately, now way more calm and soft. “Good morning,” he greets you, squeezing your waist lightly to make sure it’s real. I NEED HIM IN MY LIFE ALL SHY

“Can you say it again?” Your smile widens and you brush your thumb across his cheek. “Baby?” You tease him, watching his reactions. “Oh, god, who would have guessed you’d get this cute for me?” He blushes, trying not to think much about your words. It was embarrassing. “You need to give me time to adjust. I’ve never…you know I haven’t been with anyone before.” Your eyes widen in realization, “because you were in love with me?” He nods hesitantly. “I am. Present tense.” HIM THINKING ABOUT HER THE WHOLE TIME IS GOING TO KILL ME NOOOO NO NO WHEN CAN I HAVE HIM PLS

“Would it be weird if I asked to join you? Wait, no, I mean,” the slight panic in his voice makes you chuckle. He’s cute. “Can I take you out for lunch? Is what I wanted to ask,” he sighs, the relief obvious. IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM PLS- 

You squeeze your thighs together, eyes flickering between his cock, abs, and face. In the ideal world, you could ride all of them. OH! OKAY ><

“Phasmophobia,” he says, showing you the game. I would play real money to watch an ot5 12 hour live stream of them playing this game in not even kidding and id watch it over and over again and no one could stop me it would be my favorite thing ever lmao- 

but thankfully (or possibly unfortunately) you had Beomgyu on your side, arguing with Soobin immediately that you weren’t ready and it would end up with him being alive alone again. PLS I LOVE THEM ;;--;-

“I love you,” he mumbles, just like he has many times before. But this time, it’s different after all. Because this time, you can say it back. UGGUGUGUHGUGHGUHUGHUGHFJG IEF BCVSJZXK˜¨;;

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

IN WHICH after looking for an apartment for months you finally find a nice place, but it's too big and expensive for you to live alone in it so you ask her two best friends, hoping they could help you out.

pairing– childhood bsf!Choi Soobin x fem!reader

featuring– original characters, members of txt

genre– Fluff, Smut

contains– foreigner!reader, jealous!soobin, childhood friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, roommates au, streamer!soobin, streamer!beomgyu, uni romance, sunshine!reader, she has a lively personality, Soobin is in love, like really desperately so, Soobin has a license and a car, one sided pining, Soogyu shipped as a joke, jujutsu kaisen mentioned

smut warnings– inexperienced!Soobin, dry humping, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex + creampie, breast play, missionary, oral (f. receiving)

word count– 20k

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↪ izzy speaks... I'm finally getting to my old ideas!! I was so excited to write this (even though I struggled a bit as I actually don't play many games myself) and I'm really happy with how it turned out! I hope you'll enjoy it just as much <3

only lightly proofread!

The first memory of Soobin you have is from when you were ten, freshly moved into town, with no idea how to say anything but a short and simple introduction. You were in Korea for a month, still trying to figure out the alphabet and all the school paperwork in your hands written in what seemed like hieroglyphics as you walked through the school hallway, trying to find your way around. 

“I give up,” you groan, your hands falling back to your sides as you look around, hoping for any clue on where the principal’s office might be. You debate calling your dad, asking him to pick you up and begging him in the car to turn down his promotion after all and take you back home because it’s hell here, but you stop yourself. 

Instead, you take a few eager steps forward, determined to reach the office no matter what. But to your luck, you find yourself on the other side of the school, blinking quickly as you try to make sense of the situation unfolding in front of you. Three guys hovering over another boy who keeps his eyes on the textbook in front of him, trying to make it look like he isn’t intimidated by them. But you notice the slight flinch of his arm when one of them raises his voice. 

You frown, trying to find the right words. Whatever you could say, you weren’t sure if they would understand you. You knew there wasn’t a high chance of them speaking English, and you definitely didn’t know how to tell them to get lost in their language. 

You’re not sure how much time passes when you just stand there, trying to figure something out but eventually, they notice you. You watch them exchange some words that sound like curses, completely ignoring your presence as they press him further, demanding something from the poor boy in the chair. 

“Leave him–” Before you can finish your sentence, a strong voice interrupts you, the Korean echoing through the empty classroom. It makes them all back up without hesitation and you turn around as well to see what was so scary behind you. Your eyes meet with an older man who you can only assume is one of the teachers. He asks you something but you just shake your head, trying to explain that you don’t understand him. It’s useless because before you can even open your mouth, his attention redirects to the boys behind you, talking to them instead. 

After a short moment, his eyes travel back to you, tilting his head slightly as he observes you. “You’re the new foreign student?” Your eyes widen at his English, immediately nodding. You introduce yourself, asking him about the principal’s office. “Yeah, you’re all going to the principal’s office,” he mumbles, yelling at the boys again. You blink a few times, watching them pass by and grumble something under their breath as they follow the teacher outside. 

The boy from the chair walks last, his head down and his bag swinging on his shoulder. He looks around your age, even though his height suggests otherwise. You quickly catch up to him, asking if he’s okay. He glances at you, scanning your features before nodding. You smile, offering him your hand with a memorized introduction. “Soobin,” he hesitates before grabbing your hand, frowning a bit as you shake it. He doesn’t say anything else and you don’t either, just quietly walking towards the principal’s office, preparing to get questioned about what had happened. 

You quickly learnt the names of the three guys in your first week, everyone telling you to stay away from them when they heard about the incident you walked in on. Apparently, ‘Hyunwoo and his dogs’ as the kids liked to call them, were quite famous for their behaviour. From drawing on all the possible tables in school to more violent rumors, one you might have saved Soobin from that day. 

You haven’t seen him since, but you found other friends. A girl that you were seated beside (Thank you, seating chart, you say to this day) and her older sister Jisoo, who you later found out was in the same class as Soobin. She helped you understand a lot of materials and kindly explained everything she could within her English skills, while Jisoo took you under her wing in the social sense, telling you everything about everyone and making sure you knew who to avoid interacting with. You were grateful to both of them, you still are to this day. 

The second time you met Soobin was almost six months later in the hallway when you were rushing to your next class and accidentally bumped into an upperclassman. You mumbled an apology and tried to push past but it was already too late.

 “Watch where you’re going,” Taeyang, one of Hyunwoo’s ‘dogs’ pushes you, and before you can stop the fight from happening, a group of kids creates a circle around you, some of them cheering and some whispering about what is happening. You sigh, running your hand through your hair. 

“Foreigner is fighting with Taeyang in the hall right now!” 

Soobin immediately looks up from his textbook, eyes widened as he watches everyone in the class stand up and rush outside to see the situation for themselves. “Oh god,” Jisoo mumbles from behind him, quickly pushing through others to get there first. He stays seated for a while, waiting for everyone to leave before standing up and making his way out. 

The argument is already at its peak when he arrives, trying to make his way through the crowd of people. 

“Let’s go,” Jisoo tries to tug at the hem of your shirt. “Stay out of it, Yoon,” Taeyang warns her immediately, taking a step forward. You swallow a lump in your throat as you look up at him, ready to take whatever is coming. “This little bitch thinks she can push me and then tell me to watch where I’m going.” 

“That’s enough.” You jerk your head to the side when you hear the voice, your brows furrowing in confusion as you watch Soobin place his hand on Taeyang’s shoulder and push him back. “You’re crossing the line. Leave.” It’s obvious from the look in his eyes that he wants to argue, fight maybe even, but with the way Soobin towers over him and stares him down, it leaves him no other choice but to back up. 

“You think you can scare me?” 

“I don’t care if you’re scared. What I care about is that you’re going too far. Especially since you’re in the wrong,” he states calmly, casually moving to stand between him and you, covering both you and Jisoo from Taeyang’s sight completely. You blink a few times, confusedly glancing between your friend and the giant in front of you. 

“Soobin doesn’t do fights,” Jisoo leans in to whisper into your ear. “No matter if Yeonjun or Beomgyu are involved, he avoids these situations no matter what.” 

“Whatever,” Taeyang mumbles after a moment of hesitation, pushing past the crowd to get away. You watch him confusedly, trying to figure out how. How could he start a whole fight with you just to run away the second another boy shows up? 

“Are you okay?” Soobin’s soft voice takes you out of your thoughts, making you look at him again. “Yeah,” you nod. “Thank you, Soobin.” 

After that day, it became somehow easier for you to find your way into his life. Joining him at lunch, going to his class during break to spend time with Jisoo but eventually just striking up a conversation with him instead. You just wanted to befriend him. 

And you did. 

Everything turned into a routine shortly after, from eating together and spending time with each other during breaks, to studying together and hanging out outside of school as well. You often accompanied him to pc cafe’s and laughed as he argued with his best friend over who was better, and in return, he always paid for your drink. It was comfortable with Soobin, and you soon started calling him your best friend. 

For Soobin, it was the same. It was comfortable hanging out with you. He could be himself without having to worry about what you thought of him. He watched you get along with his friends, immediately blending in, he admired you as you told him about your day when he walked you home—also a routine you started after a few months when you realized you live in the same direction—and he was there for you every time. No matter how bizarre your problem was, he was there, and he made sure you understood that he wasn’t going anywhere. 

But over time, his affection towards you started turning into something more. He started noticing the little things you did, like scratching your nose when you tried to focus on something really hard, or how you always doodled in the corner of your notebook when you were zoning out. He tried not to pay attention to those things at first and ignore the weird feeling in his stomach every time he talked to you, but he eventually realized that wasn’t an option. 

So, he let his feelings get the best of him. He’s never done anything about them, but they were there and he knew about them. 

Jisoo caught onto them as well, he believes. She never said anything to him about it or you as far as he knew but it was obvious from the way she looked at him whenever he was around you. Still, he acted as if he couldn’t see it, deciding it would be for the best to just ignore whatever he was feeling so he wouldn’t ruin your friendship. 

“Soobin!” The fifteen year old turned around immediately at the familiar voice, his eyes wide with question as you ran into his class, the biggest grin on your face. “Yes?” 

You hold up a piece of paper in front of him, beaming like the ray of sunshine he knows you as. “Look!” 

“I told you you’d do great,” he smiles back, scanning the A- on top of the page written in red ink with his eyes. “It’s only thanks to you! God, I could kiss you right now!” You exclaim, almost tearing the paper in half from excitement. 

Please do. His eyes soften but he doesn’t say anything, biting back the words that hang on the tip of his tongue. He can’t. No matter how much his heart wants to, he knows better than to be reckless and admit his feelings in the middle of the classroom just because you said something you don’t even mean. 

His hand moves up on its own, coming to cup your face. But when he realizes what he’s doing, he quickly pats your head instead. That was the first and last time he was close to confessing or taking a step forward he could never take back again. He couldn’t. The more he watched your smile, the more he knew he had to hold back his feelings no matter what. 

“Let’s go, you should get to your next class,” he mumbles instead, averting his eyes from you. Get a grip. 

You blink at him through your lashes but nod. He’s right. You do need to get to your next class. You just wanted to show him your accomplishment first. After all, he was the one who sat with you and explained all the material to you for hours. “I’ll see you later then,” you smile, hiding the test result back into your bag. “Our place?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, something you can’t quite name flickering in his eyes. 

The soft ringtone echoes through the room, the flash making Soobin glance to the side. “Fuck,” he mumbles, focusing on his monitor again. “I need to take this, you got it for a second?” 

“Yeah, go ahead,” his best friend, Beomgyu, answers, and Soobin immediately mutes himself, giving an apologetic look into the camera for his watchers. He notices a few comments asking who is calling him and what kind of call he is receiving but he doesn’t answer any of them, picking up his phone and turning off his webcam. 

“Soobie!” You exclaim and his lips immediately curve into a smile. “Yeah?” He asks, relaxing in his gaming chair. “I found the perfect apartment!” You explain and his eyes immediately widen in excitement as well. You’ve been looking for weeks now but everything was always either too pricey or far from university. “Yeah?” He’s pretty sure you can hear the smile in his voice but he doesn’t care. “Is it close?” 

“Super close! I could even skate to school if I wanted to.” 

“You? Skate?” He snorts. “Like on a skateboard?” Just the idea of seeing you trying to balance a skateboard was hilarious to him. He knew that if you put your mind to it you could do it, but until then, he was free to imagine you falling over and over again. 

 “I could learn from Ryan,” you roll your eyes. Right. There he was again. Soobin’s smile falters for just a second, his mind drifting to the “absolute love of your life” as you like to call him. You knew him for just a little over a year and somehow, he managed to become one of your best friends. Which, if he was honest, was pissing him off. 

It felt as if you were incapable of leaving him out of conversations and even though he knew he had no right to feel this way, he was jealous. 

“Sure you could. Call me when you do so I can come along and see you fall over and over again.” And so I could make sure he doesn’t try anything. 

“As much as I love you, you’re such a brat sometimes,” you shake your head at him, a quiet laugh escaping your lips. “You got that from Beomgyu.” 

“Take that back,” he fake gasps, making you laugh. There is a smile on his face again right away, his eyes softening when he listens to your laugh. “Anyway, that’s not why I called. I was thinking…maybe, we could come look at the apartment together again tomorrow. It has three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It’s definitely too big for me to live there alone.” 

“Are you suggesting I move in with you?” Soobin blinks a few times, trying to figure out if this is a joke or one of his many dreams coming true. There was no way, right? “And finally get to escape Beomgyu’s nasty room? Please.” You laugh on the other side of the phone, again. 

“He probably wouldn’t like hearing that.” 

“Good thing he is in his room with headphones and I’m muted then.” 

“Wait, shit, am I interrupting your stream?” Your eyes widen immediately, apologies slipping from your lips. “It’s fine,” he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. But…you’re serious, right? This isn’t one of your jokes?” 

“I swear on my family that I seriously want to move in with you,” you assure him. Soobin could feel his smile growing even wider, looking at his computer screen to make sure he was still muted and his webcam was off. He wasn’t sure how he would explain his smile if he weren’t. He must have looked stupid smiling like a ray of sunshine just because his best friend was calling. 

“Isn’t it still too big though? Don’t you want to look for something smaller?” 

“I’m actually planning on calling Ryan right after we hang up. He’s been looking for a place as well so we could kill two birds with one stone. I wanted to ask you first, though.” 

“Ryan?” Seriously? What was with his luck lately? “None of your girlfriends?” 

“I do not want to be the reason you start hooking up with Jisoo or any other of my friends for that matter. So no, none of my girlfriends,” you roll your eyes, chuckling. You think it’s a joke, it was meant to sound like that, but before you can add to it, he interrupts you. “I don’t want to hook up with any of your friends,” he grumbles, taking it more seriously than he should. You frown, “Okay? Sorry, I didn’t think you would actually hook up with my friends.” 

Soobin sighs, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure what’s gotten into him all of a sudden. “No, I’m sorry. So, tomorrow you said? What time?” 

“Two pm! I remember your schedule correctly, right? You don’t have a lesson then, do you?” 

“Nope, two pm is great,” he nods slightly, looking at the chat under his stream. They were currently laughing at something Beomgyu did but he wasn’t sure what it was. “I should get back, looks like Beomgyu did something stupid.” 

“Yeah, of course. Have fun, I’ll join in a bit,” you smile, saying your goodbyes before hanging up. Soobin rests his head against his chair as he places his phone down again, groaning quietly as he hides his face in his hands. He wasn’t sure if this little arrangement you had in mind would work but he wasn’t going to miss out on his chance just because of some one-sided beef he has with Ryan. That would just be stupid. 

So the next day, he finds himself standing in front of the address you provided him at 1:50, nervously looking around and trying to find you with his eyes. Instead, his eyes fall on a boy, his fluffy hair falling in front of his eyes. “Hey,” he calls at Soobin, making him force a smile as he waves at him awkwardly. “You got here earlierly.” 

“Yeah,” Soobin shrugs, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Didn’t want to make a bad impression before even moving in.” Ryan chuckles, nodding, “Didn’t expect any less from you.” Soobin frowns, trying to figure out what that even means. He doesn’t say anything else though, simply joining him by his side. 

Ryan is around Soobin’s height, slightly taller actually. His hair is black, catching small waves at the ends, and his eyes are a lighter shade of brown than Soobin’s. He’s in all black, like every time he’s met him, comfortable in his loose shirt and jeans. Every time they stand beside each other, Soobin wonders if that’s what you’re into. He looks down on his outfit, a white button-up with light blue jeans, a completely different aesthetic from Ryan’s. 

Soobin shakes his head, snapping out of his thoughts. He wasn’t even sure what he was worried about. Sure, Ryan might play the guitar, make music, skate, possess English skills that he could only dream about and be a foreigner (which was also the reason you started talking to him in the first place), but that didn’t mean he was going to steal you from him, did it? 

It doesn’t take much longer for you to arrive as well, greeting both boys with a hug. Soobin’s hands wrap around your waist, carefully inhaling the soft scent of your hair as he lingers in the hug for a little longer than he should. You giggle as you step back, smiling at them warmly. “Should we then?” 

You follow the owner around the empty house, pointing at certain areas and chatting about how you could decorate it and where to put what furniture. Both guys just keep nodding to you, figuring it was for the best to just have your moment. You don’t mind. 

“Okay, I’ll let you look around on your own. Just shut the door when you leave and send me a text,” she squeezes your arm lightly with a warm smile and you nod immediately. She’s sweet and has been treating you with nothing but respect and kindness since she laid her eyes on you so it was easy to return the favor to her. 

“I will. Have fun on your date,” you smile, prompting the guys to say their goodbyes as you watch her leave. “You two have gotten close,” Ryan comments with a snort, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah well, I want to live here so it’s normal to have a good relationship with the owner, don’t you think?” He shakes his head at you but doesn’t say anything else. 

“Well then, what do you think?” You look between the two boys, hopeful. Soobin smiles at you immediately, unable to hold back when he sees the spark in your eyes. “It’s really pretty,” he mumbles, his eyes soft. You beam right away and it makes him even less sure if he was talking about the apartment or you. “Yeah, you weren’t lying when you said it was, and I quote: ‘the only and greatest apartment to ever exist.’” Ryan laughs. You resist the urge to kick him in the leg and decide to turn to Soobin instead. 

“I’ve heard the connection is great and the internet doesn’t crash or anything, so you could stream and play games without any problem. And! We could set your console in the living room and play together on the couch, that’d be fun, right?” 

Soobin nods, “Yeah, that sounds great.” 

“So you guys are happy? We can talk about the arrangement and settle everything? Please say yes, I’m going insane over here.” Both boys chuckle and nod, making you jump up immediately. “Okay, in that case what do you think about…” 

The three of you walk around the apartment once again, deciding where to have the kitchen corner, which bathroom will be yours and which the boys, and then also assigning the bedrooms. Ryan immediately took dips on the smallest one, saying something about it being cozy and just spacious enough for him and his music, which left you and Soobin. 

“It’s yours,” he says calmly as you stop in the largest room. You glance up at him, shaking your head. “No, no, you should have it. You need space for your computer and all, you should take the room. I’m fine with the other one,” you assure him but he doesn’t budge, trying to use the gentleman card and saying you should have the first pick as the female. Jokes on him, you immediately played around with his words and said you want to pick the slightly smaller one. He wanted to convince you to have it but before he could open his mouth again, you ran off. 

“What is it?” Soobin blinks as he sees Ryan leaning on the wall beside him, watching them with a smirk on his face. He shakes his head, glancing towards where you ran off before looking back at Soobin. “Nothing,” he answers, walking off with a knowing smile. Soobin frowns, sighing before following you. 

And just like that, after a little paperwork and preparation, you slowly start moving in, until the apartment is full of boxes, furniture, books, and laughter from all three of you. It doesn’t take long for you to ease into a comfortable rhythm, dividing chores and setting some ground rules to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings or fights. 

It all feels easy, honestly. You spend every morning in the kitchen together before leaving for school and then relax together again over dinner. It often ends up with all of you disappearing into your own rooms and studying or simply doing your own thing, but every once in a while, you stay longer, playing games on the TV with Soobin or watching a movie with Ryan. You always laugh loudly with them, and it makes you appreciate them a tiny bit more. 

“This is the last time I let you pick a game,” Soobin mumbles, staring at his computer screen, headphones on and his stream on his other monitor. It’s been a good two hours and half of him and Beomgyu playing roblox games and every time it was Gyu’s turn to pick what they were going to play, he came with some terrible, cringe one, full of thirteen year olds telling them both they were fucking their moms. It was interesting, for sure, to see what was going through the heads of kids these days. 

“Not my fault you don’t know how to have fun.” Soobin rolls his eyes, looking over at the chat. Half of them were sending a laughing emote, while the other half encouraged Soobin to play more, having fun while watching him suffer. “Let’s play something normal, please.” 

“Chat, this is him just saying he wants to play doors. Again,” Beomgyu scoffed. “Fine, we can play but if you die at the beginning again I swear I will drive to your apartment and choke you to death.” 

“Warning received,” Soobin snorts. “Let’s finally get through level 100, it’s embarrassing at this point.” Beomgyu couldn’t argue with that. It wasn’t the first roblox stream they did together and somehow, they always ended up playing at least a few rounds of the game but never made it past level 80. Either Soobin died too soon by the stupidest death possible, or he lost the run at level fifty. Either way, Beomgyu always ended up alive alone, with little to no chances. 

The game started and like always, it took them more than way too many tries to have them both alive by the time they reached level seventy, both hiding in their own closets as Soobin swore he saw the light flicker. Beomgyu was skeptical about believing him at first but as the closet shakes and a dark shadow runs in front of him, he sighs in relief. 

“Okay, let’s just stay alive for a bit longer,” Gyu comments, running to a door with number seventy one. It’s just a few doors later that Beomgyu dies on accident, leaving Soobin alone. There’s a loud curse that leaves his lips and it causes you to peek into his room. Soobin notices you in the corner of the stream recording and pushes his headphones off while keeping his eyes on the game as he gets through another door. “Sorry, am I being too loud?” 

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head, smiling awkwardly as you come closer. It’s not the first time you’ve appeared in one of his videos but it still feels embarrassing. You wouldn’t say you’re exactly fit for the camera. “What are you playing?” You ask, answering yourself when your eyes land on the screen. “Hey, Beom,” you lean even closer so you reach Soobin’s microphone, giggling slightly. 

Soobin watches you, really hoping no one is about to kill him because he can’t focus on anything other than your figure beside him. He is in so much trouble. 

Your name leaves Beomgyu’s lips like a prayer, almost begging you to take over and push through the levels which has the chat laughing on the side. You look at your best friend to see if Gyu is exaggerating or if he really needs help. He only gives you a shy smile, his eyes soft as he watches you. “Alright, get up. You’re getting benched,” you laugh as he stands up from his chair and you sit down instead, greeting the chat warmly before focusing solely on the game. 

Soobin brings another chair to sit on, leaving it in the background as he watches, a part of him absolutely in love as you interact with his chat and push past the levels, the other part feeling angsty. You’re right here, making him feel like the luckiest boy on the planet but at the same time, you’re as far as you can be. 

His cheeks grow hotter as he notices a few of the watchers commenting how cute you two look together and some of the new fans asking if you’re his girlfriend. He doesn’t answer any of them but they sit in the back of his mind, thinking about them, about you. You don’t seem to pay them any attention but he wonders what you think of them, of the thought of you and him together. 

Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you manage to pass level one hundred and Soobin snaps out of his thoughts as your loud cheer echoes through the room. You turn to face him immediately, excitement written all over your face and he gives you one of his proud smiles, wishing to do nothing else but wrap his arms around you and never let go. 

“Okay you can die now, I want to play something else,” Beomgyu says, making you turn again which causes Soobin’s face to fall for a brief second. “I should go. I can’t steal Soobin’s job entirely,” you laugh, the sound sending a wave through Soobin’s body. Yeah, he was fucked. 

You really do leave shortly after and Soobin ignores all the comments asking about you, playing for another hour before he ends the stream, sighing loudly as he leans back in his chair. 

“You should work on your expressions,” Beomgyu comments, the sound of a drawer opening and then closing again heard in the background of their call. “What are you talking about?” Soobin asks confusedly, frowning. “My chat has been asking me about you and her. Apparently it’s ‘super obvious’ with the way you look at her.” 

“I don’t look at her anyhow,” he argues and a scoff leaves Gyu’s lips. “Say that to the fans and editors because I’ve seen you, it is super obvious. I want to tell you you have nothing to worry about, I really do, but who knows what she’s going to think when people start shipping you together and pointing out you are head over heels for your best friend.” 

“They already ship you and me together. They do think I’m head over heels for my best friend,” Soobin rolls his eyes, trying to make a joke out of the situation. Because Beomgyu was right, and he wasn’t sure how he would explain it to you if you believed them. 

“Babe, I thought we were keeping it a secret,” Beomgyu gasps dramatically, making him laugh. “And also, we divorced the moment you decided to move out and live with your side chick and arch nemesis.” 

“Okay, stop calling them that.” 

“Why? Am I speaking lies? You literally told me and Yeonjun that you were going to die living with your biggest enemy and jerking off material in the same house.” 

“I didn’t! Stop calling her those weird names, god,” he groans, closing his eyes from embarrassment. Beomgyu laughs on the other side of the phone. “Then do something so I can finally call her your girlfriend because this isn’t even funny anymore.” 

“I’m hanging up,” Soobin proclaims, completely ignoring his best friend and the incredibly stupid topic of conversation. “Have a good night.” 

“Coward!” Beomgyu accuses him with a laugh before saying his goodbye and hanging up. Soobin sighs, staying seated in his place for a while longer before finally deciding to stand up and leave his room to get something to eat. 

He comes into the kitchen right when you’re in the middle of plating a pizza on three plates, making him raise his eyebrow as he comes closer. “I didn’t know you brought pizza.” You look up at him and smile as you hand him his portion. “Not me. Ryan did. His date bought it apparently,” you wiggle your eyebrow teasingly. Soobin blinks quickly to hide the surprise on his face, holding onto the plate with his two pieces. “I didn’t know he was seeing someone.” 

“It’s a secret, act like you don’t know or else he’s going to kill me. He said it’s top secret information but who would I be to keep anything from my favorite best friend?” You lean closer to him, whispering with a soft giggle. You pull back and smirk, “don’t say that to anyone either, though. I can’t have them know you are my number one.” 

Soobin feels like he stops working for a second. Your perfume reaches his nose, already making him weak in the knees. And as if that wasn’t enough you keep saying things that mess with his head. Things that definitely aren’t good for his mental health. He isn’t a psychiatrist but he is sure that if he attended therapy the first thing they’d tell him would be to stop thinking about you like you’re his soulmate and distance himself. 

“Also, Ryan said he’s going to be out tomorrow night so we’ll have dinner without him.” Soobin hesitates, taking a bite of his food as he watches you. “Do you want to go out then?” He asks, a little more hopeful than he should be. “We can get something to eat and do something fun.” 

“That sounds great,” you beam immediately, grinning widely as you pick up the two plates from the counter. “Late night drive around with some maccies is what I’ve been craving.” 

“Okay, then we have a plan,” he smiles and you walk off to Ryan’s room, letting him know you’re going to watch a movie together and that if he needs anything, he can just text you. 

He doesn’t. Because all he can think about for the rest of the night is that Ryan is seeing someone who isn’t you. The day couldn’t get better. 

“Come here,” you shake your head, making your best friend look up. Soobin blinks a few times but listens, closing the distance between you. You undo his tie, causing his eyes to widen. You don’t say anything, simply redoing it to make it look better. It’s been his thing, wearing button-ups with a tie every day and making it look casual but somehow, he still managed to mess up. It was kind of cute, honestly. “There,” you smile, taking a step back to take a proper look. 

Soobin’s surprised face makes you chuckle. “Let’s take a picture, you look nice today,” you encourage, pushing him towards a body sized mirror in the hallway. He has to blink a few times before he takes out his phone but still doesn’t say anything, trying to calm himself down. This isn’t a date, he has to remind himself every time you look up at him with those sparkly eyes and make his heart race just a bit faster. 

He wraps his arm around your waist and you lean closer to him, smiling into the mirror as he takes a picture of the two of you. You ask him to send it to you immediately after it’s done and he just nods, mumbling a quiet “will do,” before grabbing his car keys and stepping into his shoes. 

You grab a jacket from the hanger, following Soobin out of the door as you rant about being hungry and how it took him forever to end his stream and dress up. He doesn’t argue with you because he knows you’re right. It’s already way past 10pm. He knows he is lucky he offered to buy otherwise you might actually choke him. 

You sit in the passenger seat, scrolling through your playlist as you try to find something fitting the vibe while Soobin drives off, taking you to the closest McDonalds like you asked the day before. “Oh. My. God. This is it!” You exclaim and Soobin glances at you, raising an eyebrow curiously. When Home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros starts playing on his car’s speaker and you show him the playlist you’ve made with him when you were in high school, his eyes soften. 

“That was definitely one of my most played songs a few years back,” he mumbles, taking a turn to the right. “And it was your fault because you loved borrowing my phone for music.” You giggle, placing the phone down and looking out the window. The sun has long gotten down, now replaced with a night sky full of stars. It was quiet, the only sound interrupting your thoughts the song you put on and occasional cars in the other line. 

Soobin only stops the car once he gets to the drive through, lowering the music so it’s barely audible. You don’t even get a chance to speak up before he is already ordering, making sure to get everything you could possibly want. You just watch him, admiring him from your place. It’s easy with him, comfortable, and every time you see him act so boyfriendable, you wonder why he doesn’t have a girl already. You know this is exactly what girls search for in guys, you aren’t an exception. After Jisoo pointed it out one time, you realized you always looked for a piece of your best friend in the guys you dated. 

“Anything else?” He turns to you, the softest smile on his face and you just shake your head, your lips curling into the same stupid grin. “Okay, that’ll be all then,” he says happily, slowly driving the car forward to pick up the drinks. He puts a coke in the middle of the two of you before handing you a milkshake, placing his own beside the coke. 

The happiness is obvious on your face as you get your hands on the food and Soobin drives off, trying to think of a spot to park the car so he could eat as well. “God, this is exactly what I meant when I said I want to have late night car dates with you back when we were little with no idea how cars work,” you take a bite, leaning into your seat. “This is so good.” That’s when an idea flickers in his head, turning the car around as soon as he can. “Remember when we used to hang out at the playground and you’d dream about staying there forever?” 

“Oh my god! And then you’d tell me that’s not possible because I’d catch a cold and die alone because you wouldn’t stay there forever with me! I was so mad at you and cried to Jisoo about not wanting to die alone!” You laugh at the memory. 

“I just wanted to make you go home where you’d be safe,” he proclaims, his eyes focused on the road. “But if it wouldn’t work and you’d want to stay there, I would have stayed with you forever,” he says casually, so simply that you don’t think anything of it because in reality, it’s just a few words. But he is anything but calm as he secretly glances at you in the rearview mirror, hoping to catch something in your expression. You giggle again, sharing the briefest smile with him before taking a sip of the coke. 

He should feel disappointed or sad that his words do nothing to you. He should. If it was him, and you told him you would stay with him forever, he might as well drop to one knee and propose to you immediately. But you aren’t him. And even though he knows you don’t feel the same attraction to him like he does, he can’t seem to feel the sadness or anger. All he feels is happiness. Happiness that despite all that, he can still have you like this, beside him, laughing as you talk about childhood memories, looking equally as pleased as he is. 

Your eyes widen when you notice him parking near the playground you were so obsessed with when you were younger. “It still stands,” you whisper, the sound so quiet you think he doesn’t even catch it. “They’ve made some changes throughout the years but yeah, still stands.” You turn to face him, your expression a mixture of happiness, gratefulness, but also vulnerability because of all the memories the playground holds. His eyes soften, if that was even possible anymore. “Let’s go?” 

You settle on the top of the slide, your legs tangled together as you try to fit into the small space for kids. All the food is placed between you, and the only sounds filling Soobin’s ears are your giggles as you play with your food and tease him endlessly. He takes out his phone and you grin, posing with your milkshake. He laughs as well, putting the phone down beside him as he takes a handful of fries. 

A comfortable silence settles over you, the street lamp casting a soft light over his face. He leans back, watching the sky as if he wanted to count every star possible. 

“Do you ever wonder how we work out?” His eyes flicker back to you, his expression slightly confused. “What do you mean?” 

“Just that…I know people used to think we were a weird duo. Remember when Yeonjun saw us hanging out for the first time and asked you if I didn’t black mail you into dealing with me?” You laugh quietly at the memory, taking another sip of your milkshake. “But then again, I guess you do keep similar types of people around you.” 

“Did you just accidentally compare yourself to Beomgyu?” 

You gasp, trying to sound offended. It doesn’t last long because you end up laughing again. It’s always easy to laugh with him. “I mean, I guess. I don’t know what I’m talking about, honestly. It’s probably the fact we’ve been friends for so long and I already know all your deepest darkest secrets so I can’t ask about that.” 

“You mean like the fact you practically asked Taehyun to marry you the first time I introduced you?” He teases and your eyes widen as you slap his hand. “Come on! Don’t go revealing my secrets like it’s nothing! Plus, we were eleven and unlike your other friends, he was the only one treating me like a lady instead of your little punching bag!” You complain. 

“Definitely not my fault Yeonjun and Beomgyu were immature little shits,” he laughs. “Yeah, well, they still are,” you huff even though you know it’s far from that. Yeonjun has turned into a gentleman who helps old people carry things when he sees them struggling without a second of hesitation, and Beomgyu has been nothing but respectful to every woman he’s met since you slapped him for making an inappropriate joke back when you were fourteen. 

Soobin shrugs, unable to hide the smile on his face, “It’s good you’re always there to put them back in their place then.” You roll your eyes playfully, your eyes narrowing in mischief that doesn’t pass by unnoticed by your best friend. But before he can ask what you’re thinking about, you quickly untangle your legs and sit at the top of the slide, glancing at him over your shoulder. “First one on the swing wins.” 

The night is filled with laughter and stupid jokes as you move around the playground. You get to the swing first, partly because you gave yourself an advantage, but mostly because he has no desire to win. He does get down as well though, and ends up lazily swinging you back and forth while you talk about how school is going and he tells you about today’s stream. It’s intimate, and anyone walking near would think you’re on a date, but the thought doesn’t even cross your mind for a brief second. 

Soobin can’t say the same thing. Because with every brush of his hand on yours, every joke you crack, every memory, and every smile he gets from you, the more he has to remind himself that this is just a casually friendly hangout and he has no right to think of you in the way he does. If he allows himself to believe anything else it won’t go nicely for him. Because no matter how much he wishes to have you more than he already does, he knows it’s not possible. 

“I think we work out because you’ve always just been you around me without being worried about what I’d think and I’ve always admired you, knowing I’d do anything for you just to keep you in my life.” 

The words come out before Soobin can think them through. It’s raw, so vulnerable that he can’t bear looking you in the eyes afterwards, turning around and walking back to the slide to grab all the trash you left there. You blink a few times, smiling like a little kid as you watch him comfortably reach for everything when the memory of little Soobin flashes into your mind and you remember how much he struggled to reach it before. You’ve both surely grown a lot. 

“We should get back, it’s late,” he mumbles, still avoiding looking you in the eyes. You don’t point it out even though you’re confused on why that is and follow him to his car, quickly dozing off as he drives off and Everyone Adores You (at least I do) by Matt Maltese from your high school playlist plays in the car. 

You’re not sure how you got to bed last night but you don’t exactly care either. All you care about is that your makeup is wiped off and you can get ready without cursing at yourself for sleeping without doing your night routine. 

You join Ryan in the kitchen with a warm greeting and he gives you an awkward smile, immediately making you narrow your eyes as you question what happened. Sure, he wasn’t exactly a morning person but that never stopped him from smiling for real when he saw you. He sighs, a sound so heavy and tired you know whatever he’s about to tell you isn’t going to be good. 

You sit on the couch and talk about his date from last night, the English echoing through the apartment. It was always easier for the two of you to talk in English as you could express yourself better and get the emotions out right, especially if it was just the two of you and you didn’t need to worry about leaving anyone out of the conversation by them not being able to understand you. Normally, if you were having a conversation in English and Soobin joined you, you’d try to switch to Korean as quickly as possible, but this time it just didn’t feel right. So you let Ryan talk without pointing out the fact Soobin stood on the side, frowning as he tried to make sense of what he was saying. 

“Who has a boyfriend?” He asks confusedly and when the Korean reaches Ryan’s ears, he switches as well. “It’s just–” he sighs again. “My date from last night. I found out good twenty minutes into the date because guess what, he was the fucking cook in the restaurant and I was just there to make him jealous.” 

You feel sorry for him. This was the first time since he moved to the country that he was brave enough to go on a date with someone and this is how it turned out. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a tight hug, rubbing soft circles on the back of his neck instinctively. You don’t even realize you’re doing so but Soobin does, and as soon as he sees you like this with Ryan, something in him boils. No matter how many times he reminds himself he has no right to feel jealous, the emotion creeps up his spine before he can stop it. 

“You can’t blame yourself for how things turned out. You couldn’t have known. Next time will be better. I can help you find–” 

“I’m done with dating. Never was for me anyway,” he interrupts you, pulling back so you let him go and he can stand up. “If it was, I wouldn’t be this way.” His last words hit the hardest but before you can call after him and tell him he’s wrong, he locks himself in his room, leaving you frozen on the couch, feeling as bad for him as you can. 

“I thought girls love musicians. He has a lot of fans, doesn’t he? Surely there is someone who would love him in a way he deserves,” Soobin comments as he prepares his breakfast, scanning your face for any signs that you might be looking to love him in that way. “It’s complicated,” you mumble as you join him, glancing at Ryan’s bedroom door. “I just wish he wouldn’t think so badly of himself.” 

Ryan leaves the apartment as soon as he steps out of his room again to get to his morning lessons on time while you and Soobin watch him from the kitchen. You wish him good luck before he can leave and he smiles slightly but doesn’t say anything else, wanting to be left alone as soon as possible. You don’t blame him, honestly. 

“Should we go as well?” Soobin asks, breaking the silence that’s taken over the apartment. “Yeah, I’m just going to run to the bathroom real quick,” you nod, doing as you said before leaving with Soobin by your side. 

You notice a few girls chatting and giggling while watching you as soon as you step on campus but you don’t pay it much attention, convincing yourself you’re imagining it. It’s not until your third lesson that you share with Jisoo that you find out the looks weren’t just in your head. 

“How could you not tell me?” She questions, offended, as she plops her bag onto the chair beside you. You blink confusedly, turning your head to face her. “Tell you what exactly?” You ask confusedly, watching her sit down. “That you’re dating?” She scans your face for an answer before her eyes widen. “Oh my god, you’re not dating!” She gasps, quickly searching for something on her phone. “I thought that you finally got together! God, I got totally fooled!” 

She hands you her phone and your eyes land on Soobin’s new post. He posted last night, shortly after you made it back home. The first picture is of you and him in the hallway, the picture you made him take before going out. You swipe to look at more, your eyes scanning the photo of the food you had, all laid out on the top of the slide, your figure on the side. The next one is the one with a milkshake. It makes you smile. The last one is of the night sky, all pictures put together under one description: Healing night. 

You bite back your smile, your ears catching red as you open the comments. There are girls calling you pretty, some people asking if this is a hard launch, a few asking where the pictures are from, but a heavy amount of the comments are just people saying how good you look together. 

Your eyes widen and you give Jisoo her phone back, trying to figure out what the right words are. “You’re blushing,” she comments before you get the chance to tell her you’re not dating your best friend. “I’m not,” you argue and she eyes you up and down. “Hm,” she hums as if she just understood your whole. “Have you ever thought about Soobin in a romantic sense?” 

“What? No. He’s my best friend,” you shake your head to refuse but for some reason, the thought flickers in your head. Being with him, going on dates similar to last night, having a partner that knows you like no one else, someone you trust with your life. It’d be nice to have someone who’s already so close to you become something even more. But it’s Soobin you’re thinking about, the same boy who watched you on every step of your childhood since you moved, the same boy who saw all your embarrassing moments and showed you that opposite gender friendships were possible. 

It’s Soobin, the same boy who could never think what you’re thinking about right now, so why does your heart race a bit faster at the image of it? 

“So? That’s not a disease, love,” she reminds you and a part of you questions if she just wants to hear you say you’re in love with your best friends. Unfortunately for her, the answer will be no. You’re not in love with him, even though you’re now stuck with the image of dating him in your head. “I never said it was. I simply never thought about him in that sense.” 

“And are you now?” 

“What?” 

“Are you now thinking about him in that sense?” 

You blink, opening your mouth to protest. No sound comes out and you end up closing it again, which leaves her with a knowing smirk. You scoff, opening your laptop instead as you try to focus on anything else. 

Jisoo doesn’t bring it up anymore, obviously pleased with your answer, or the lack thereof, but that doesn’t mean it just disappears like you wish it would. Throughout the rest of the day, there are a few more girls who come up to you just to ask if you’re dating Soobin and each time, you tell them the same thing. “He’s just my friend, we went out because we live together and no one wanted to cook.” 

Every time you say so, they give you a smirk or giggle in exchange before running off again and you know they don’t believe you. For all know there might be a rumor going around the school already that Soobin, the streamer half of this University watches in their free time, is dating you. 

“No, I’m not dating Choi Soobin, the pictures you’ve seen weren’t from our date,” you sigh automatically when you hear someone clear their throat behind you to get your attention. Your eyes widen when you see Ryan, relief brushing over you. “God, you wouldn’t believe the day that I had.” 

“I’ve heard,” he nods, walking beside you. “I talked to Jisoo earlier, she finds it all amusing.” 

“Of course she does,” you scoff. “She’s been trying to get me to admit my feelings or something.” You tell him about your conversation, leaving out the fact that ever since you found out about it, you’ve been unable to focus on anything other than your best friend. And when you thought about it, you couldn’t even blame them for believing you were together with him. 

“Why don’t you confront him about it?” You frown slightly, fixing your bag strap as it slides off your shoulder. “About what? It’s not like it’s his fault we look like a couple in those pictures.” Ryan shrugs. “Well, that’s true but you could ask him about it, find out what he thinks and all.” 

“No, he’s going to think I’m weird for paying attention to things like that,” you whine, making him roll his eyes at you. “I know you, and I know you’re thinking about him so take a step forward and ask him if he’s thinking about it as well otherwise it’s never going to happen. He’s too big of a coward to say anything.” 

“You don’t make any sense,” you mumble, taking out your keys and unlocking the door when you get to the apartment building. “You say that because apparently I’m the only one with eyes. Do you genuinely not see the way he looks at you?” 

You stop midstep, hitting Ryan with your bag on accident as you turn to face him, blinking confusedly. “What?” He sighs, pushing the door open and taking a step inside when you don’t move. “Just focus on his eyes at dinner,” he says, walking off before you can ask anything else. 

He knows it’s not his place to say anything but honestly, he’s had enough of Soobin’s longing glances you somehow never caught. And if there was the chance you would now look at him the same and he’d have to live watching the two of you pine after each other, he’d much rather just tell you about Soobin’s feelings instead of waiting for him to confess. 

Sitting on your bed with a study sheet opened on your laptop is doing nothing to help you memorize the material and after a few minutes, you end up closing it and giving up. It’s unbelievable how much of an influence just one day can have on your whole thinking. You keep replaying the comments in your head along with Jisoo’s and Ryan’s words. 

And then, before you can stop it, you think about how it’d be like if you did date Soobin. Your gaming leveled up with cuddles, kisses and confessions added to the mornings spent together, dates that leave people feeling jealous because of how great he is to you, the sleepless nights full of need replaced with his comfort, his fingers making you finish faster than your own– 

You quickly shake your head to snap back, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You were never supposed to think of him that way. 

Making your way out of the room again and almost colliding with Soobin as he tries to go to the bathroom is not ideal since you can’t even look him in the eyes but you hope he doesn’t notice. You’re not ready to explain that you’re avoiding him now because, ever since people started thinking you were dating, you haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about him.

You apologize before running into the kitchen, your eyes screaming for help as soon as Ryan turns to you. He simply laughs and shakes his head, paying attention to the rice he is cooking again. “What? You’ve seen a ghost?” 

“This is all your fault!” You complain. “You messed with my head. You and Jisoo both did.” 

“Oh no, is this the part where you realize he is also a man and has a dick he can use?” Your cheeks turn red but thankfully you can stop before your imagination goes wild. “Shut up! He literally lives here!” You whisper yell at him, checking if he’s still in the bathroom and can’t hear you. “You didn’t deny it,” he points out immediately, turning off the heat. 

“I hate you.” 

“You love me,” he corrects with a smirk, making you roll your eyes. “I’m never speaking to him again and it’s your fault, just so you know.” 

“Who aren’t you talking to?” Soobin’s voice makes you close your eyes in regret. “No one, doesn’t matter,” you brush it off, hoping he’ll leave it at that. To your luck, he walks closer to you instead and eyes you up and down. “Are you okay?” He asks, the worry in his voice hitting you. His eyes look broken as well, something deeper behind them. This all because of you? You swallow, smiling at him as you nod, assuring him it’s all good. 

“The dinner–” you start but Ryan interrupts you by clearing his throat, giving you one stern look. “Is going to take a bit longer and Ryan said he’ll take care of it, so can we talk?” You ask even though every part of your body tells you to do the exact opposite and run away as far as you can from this conversation. Preferably pretend you never got yourself into this situation. 

“Of course,” he nods, glancing at Ryan quickly as if to ask if anything was going on. He just gives him a reassuring smile and encourages for the two of you to leave. 

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? What’s going on?” 

“Let’s sit down,” you say, shaking your head and following him to his bedroom. You make yourself comfortable on his bed while he sits down on his gaming chair, trying to read through you and see what you’re thinking. He stays silent, giving you all the time you need and simply watching you. That’s when you notice it, the look in his eyes Ryan mentioned. There’s something—something you can’t quite name, that makes you feel at home. You weren’t sure what love looked like but you could imagine it being pretty damn close to what you see in his eyes. 

“The photos from last night are really pretty, I’m still waiting for you to send them over,” you start, carefully observing him. “Right, sorry, I completely forgot,” he apologizes, taking out his phone without any hesitation. Your own rings in your pocket and you assume it’s the pictures. “Thank you,” you mumble, playing with your fingers in your lap awkwardly. “No problem.” 

“We should…do it again. I had fun. It reminded me of a lot of memories,” you keep your eyes down but you can still feel his gaze on you as he tries to read you. You’re sure he sees through you but you can’t bring yourself to actually ask what’s on your mind. “I’ve been listening to the playlist as well, it needs an update.” 

He hums, his eyes never leaving yours. “The Shade, Rex Orange County.” 

“What?” 

“You should add that to our playlist,” he explains. 

“What is it about?” 

“Listen and see,” he smiles warmly and you roll your eyes in disbelief. The room gets quiet again and you bite the inside of your cheek so you won’t say something stupid. He shifts in his place, sighing. “If you tell me what’s bothering you it’ll be a lot easier for me to help.” 

You hesitate before sighing as well. “Do you ever read comments under your posts?” You ask, watching his eyes widen. Yeah, he definitely knows what you’re talking about. “Sometimes, I guess,” he says, trying to sound calm. You hum. “The pictures from yesterday…” you trail off, rethinking your words. “A lot of people asked if we are together, and that we’d look good as a couple. Some people asked me about it today as well,” you admit. 

“The fans get like that,” he mumbles, averting his eyes from you. “They keep trying to find anything about my personal life they can. You don’t need to pay much attention to it. After all, they ship me and Beomgyu as well,” he laughs awkwardly and you catch the slight discomfort in his voice. “It’s just what comes with the job.” 

You listen to him, keeping quiet and taking in his words. Maybe he was right. It was just how fans get, what happens when you decide to put yourself out there for the world to judge, but if what you caught in his eyes was anywhere close to what you thought, you couldn’t just drop it. 

“So you never thought about…us? Together?” You ask quietly, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes lock with yours again and you see the flicker of emotion behind them again. It definitely wasn’t just in your head. Something like an attraction was hiding in his eyes and you felt stupid for not noticing earlier. 

Soobin doesn’t answer right away. You can see his throat bob as he swallows, and his fingers tighten slightly around the hem of his sleeve like he’s bracing himself. “I did,” he admits and for a second you feel like your heart stops beating. “But that’s just stupid, right? It’s nothing, doesn’t mean anything. The fans got into my head and I’m talking nonsense, forget it,” he blurts out so quickly you almost don’t understand anything. 

“Soobin, calm down.” He looks at you, vulnerable, and you fight the urge to get up and swallow him in a breath-taking hug. “I’m not saying it’s…wrong, or stupid.” 

“I’m sorry. Forget about it, really. I’m so, so, so sorry.” A part of you breaks when you see him like this, looking like he convinced himself thinking about you in that sense was wrong, that he wasn’t allowed to. It hurts you to see someone so important to you blame himself for something he doesn’t need to because of you. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” you assure him, slowly getting up from his bed and walking over to him. You kneel in front of him and hold his hands in yours so he keeps his eyes on you. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind if you did think about me that way,” you smile slightly, looking up at him through your lashes. “Maybe I’d like that.” 

His hands squeeze yours without even realizing, his breath shaking as he comprehends your words. He doesn’t say anything, barely even blinks, out of fear that if he moves even just slightly, you’ll disappear and he realizes it’s all just a dream. 

But you stay, holding his hands as if it’s the most normal thing in the world and there’s nothing to worry about. He exhales quietly, finally closing his eyes and allowing himself to feel. The warmth of your hands, your soft voice as you assure him you’re there and real, and the scent of you that he is convinced he can never get enough of. 

“In that case, I think I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve.” 

Dinner was quiet that night. Ryan tried to ask you how it went and if you’re with him now, but you just brushed him off, stealing glances and smiles from Soobin the whole evening. It was a bit awkward and new, but you didn’t mind. Just knowing you weren’t the only one thinking about it was enough for now. 

You decided to watch a movie with Ryan when you were done eating and even though your attention was now on the movie options, you noticed Soobin’s glare before he disappeared back into his room without another word. It made you blink a few times, almost as if to see you weren’t imagining it. When you averted your eyes from the now closed door, Ryan didn’t forget to mention you were blushing. 

And so, you spent the whole night thinking about what was going to happen now. Would anything really change? Honestly, you wanted it to. For some reason, after hearing your best friend has been in love with you for almost as long as you’ve known him, had a bigger impact on you than you thought it would. And after dreaming of holding his hand and kissing him the whole night, you wanted nothing more than to do so in the morning. 

Soobin and Ryan are already in the kitchen when you wake up and make your way over, sharing a warm smile with them and a quiet “good morning.” Ryan answers you first, greeting you before running off to the bathroom, saying something about being late. Bullshit. Still, you let him do whatever he wants and walk closer to Soobin, your smile more cautious now as you try to see where the line lies. 

Soobin looks at you the same, wary but happy. He leans against the kitchen counter, his eyes flickering to where Ryan just disappeared before landing back on you. You raise your eyebrow, stopping in front of him. You hold his hands carefully, searching for any sight of discomfort before you bring his hands to your waist, leaving them there. The emotion behind his eyes switches immediately, now way more calm and soft. “Good morning,” he greets you, squeezing your waist lightly to make sure it’s real. 

“Slept well?” You ask, gently placing your hands on his biceps. “Yeah,” he nods, the nervousness in his voice obvious. You smile, stroking his arm in a reassuring motion. “What were you planning on getting for breakfast? I’m starving.” He quickly blinks before letting his hands fall back to his side when you switch conversation, making you shake your head. You don’t push him though, watching him as he moves around the kitchen to prepare one more toast for you. 

You grab the plate from him with a “thank you,” when he’s done and jump up onto the counter, encouraging him to come closer to you. He listens, standing between your thighs. You put the plate beside you and cup his face, your breath shaking as your eyes flicker from his to his lips. 

“You can touch me, Soob. It’s okay.” His Adam’s apple bobs and he holds your waist again, careful, like he’s afraid to break you. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. “You won’t,” you assure him gently. “I’ve known you for so long there’s no way you could make me uncomfortable with some physical touch. Hug me, hold me,” you lean closer to him, lips brushing over his ear, “kiss me, ask me on dates, do whatever you want, baby.” 

Soobin shivers under your touch, your words messing with his head more than they should. His breath hitches and his grip on your waist tightens to steady himself. The nickname rings in his ears and his neck turns pink, slowly raising his head to look at you. “Can you say it again?” 

Your smile widens and you brush your thumb across his cheek. “Baby?” You tease him, watching his reactions. “Oh, god, who would have guessed you’d get this cute for me?” 

He blushes, trying not to think much about your words. It was embarrassing. “You need to give me time to adjust. I’ve never…you know I haven’t been with anyone before.” Your eyes widen in realization, “because you were in love with me?” 

He nods hesitantly. “I am. Present tense.” Your hands fall to his shoulders, punching him with your fist gently (it’s more like a caress) as your head drops to his shoulder as well, hiding your face from him. “You can’t do this, that’s not fair,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to get yourself to stop blushing. 

Soobin turns his head slightly to look at you, his breathing uneven as he watches you from so up close. It’s a sight he thought he could only dream about. His hand moves from your waist to your lower back, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. It’s partly to calm you down even though he thinks it’s not going to work, but mostly for himself. He needs to feel you under his hand, know that you’re real and this is now his reality. Because, god, does it feel like a dream. 

You raise your head again, gazing into his eyes. You both hesitate and his hand stops mid movement as he looks at you. He gives you a small nod and you lean closer, pressing your lips against his gently. He kisses you back, even though you can feel how much he’s thinking it all through. You smile into the kiss and just that simple motion is enough to calm him down and allow himself to enjoy it, his lips soft against yours. 

When he pulls back, he looks like you’ve just handed him the stars he thought he could never reach. 

You leave the apartment first, rushing to get to your first lesson with the kiss still lingering in the back of your mind, the feeling of his lips against yours vivid. There’s a smile on your face when you get to class and it takes all your strength to make yourself focus on the new material instead of your best friend. 

Jisoo notices the change as soon as she sees you. Obviously. She smirks as her eyes scan you, trying to figure out what it is that’s different. “You look overly happy,” she says and your grin widens. “I am,” you nod. “What’s the occasion?” 

“I may or may not have kissed someone this morning,” you admit and her eyes widen immediately. “Oh my gosh!” She exclaims, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer so others won’t hear your conversation. “It’s Soobin, isn’t it? Please tell me it’s him.” You laugh, nodding, and she squeezes your hand in excitement. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this! I’ve been secretly cheering you two on ever since I saw how he looked at you when we were little.” 

Your eyes widen. “Has everyone always seen it except for me?!” You whisper yell, questioning how you could be so blind for all those years. “Ryan pointed it out as well.” 

“And that’s exactly why I always loved Ryan,” Jisoo giggles. “And? What else? I need to hear everything!” You chuckle, briefly looking around before turning back to her again and telling her about everything. From the way your mind went crazy after she asked you if you’ve ever thought about him in a romantic sense to this point, repeating how cute he is over and over again. 

That’s when you realize the saying “speak of the devil and he shall appear” is very true. Because at the same time, your phone starts ringing, lighting up with Soobin’s contact info and making the flutter in your stomach return. Your eyes soften immediately and you give Jisoo one apologetic look before picking up. 

“Yes?” You ask softly, already smiling. 

“Hi,” his voice is soft even through the phone. 

“What’s up? Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, all good. You’re free for an hour at 12, right?” You blink and nod, for a second forgetting he can’t see you. “I do, I was planning on having lunch then.” 

There’s a short pause but you don’t rush him, calmly waiting for his answer while listening to the faint rustle of movement on his end. 

“Would it be weird if I asked to join you? Wait, no, I mean,” the slight panic in his voice makes you chuckle. He’s cute. “Can I take you out for lunch? Is what I wanted to ask,” he sighs, the relief obvious. 

You bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from smiling like an idiot, briefly glancing at Jisoo. She already has one of her warm smiles on, cheering you on from the side. “Of course you can,” you nod. “That would be great, actually.” 

“Okay, yeah,” he says, voice softening, calm. “What about the restaurant near the library? Yeonjun said that one is pretty good, if you’re okay with that.” 

“Let’s go there,” you agree. There’s another pause, this one comfortable. “Okay,” he repeats, a bit awkward. “I’ll meet you there then?” 

“Yeah,” you say. “I’ll see you there.” 

“You’re so sickening, it’s cute,” Jisoo shakes her head with a laugh. You roll your eyes at her but don’t argue. “I hope it works out for you, genuinely. Soobin is nice and we both know he’d go out of his way to take care of you.” You smile sheepishly, your cheeks turning pink. “Yeah, but I’m still worried to fuck it up,” you admit. “We are best friends, we’ve always been.” 

“And that’s not going to change,” she assures you. “He’ll always be your best friend first, but if you’ll let him, I’m sure he’ll gladly take on the job of your boyfriend as well. You’re not going to ruin anything.” 

You nod, taking in her words. She’s right, you know she is. Deep down you know that no matter what, there was nothing that could make you stop being friends with him, but you were scared nonetheless. You never hesitated when it came to relationships, believing that you were either meant to be or not and there was nothing you could do about it, but with Soobin, you didn’t want to risk the second option. 

Jisoo seems to see right through you because she spends most of your lesson talking to you about how amazing Soobin is (as if you didn’t already know that) and how you were going to be even more inseparable as a couple, wishing you all the luck in the world. It seizes your worries, which you’re thankful to her for. 

The restaurant is quiet to your surprise. You expected it to be messy during lunch hour but even though the place is full, it’s calm and cozy. Your eyes fall on your best friend as soon as you step inside, a smile creeping up your lips as you walk to the table for two. “Hi,” you greet him, taking a seat across from him. He smiles back at you, making your heart race faster. “Hey.” 

“Did you already order something?” You ask, immediately regretting how awkward you sound. Was this how it was going to be with him from now on? “No. Waited for you,” he says, pretending to scan the menu. He doesn’t do too well because you catch his eyes on you, stealing glances as if you were still something he could only dream of. 

“What is it?” You wonder, a smile spreading across your face. You feel like a fresh teen experiencing her first summer romance. Maybe that was what you and Soobin were supposed to be a long time ago—teenagers in love who no one believed would last but they pulled through anyway. You could imagine it. Sharing your first kiss with him, spending all those Christmases together as something more than just friends, going on a bunch of dates and thinking you could never be more in love. 

“You’re pretty,” he says casually, watching as your cheeks turn pink under his words. “You don’t have to say things like that,” you shake your head even though you wish he would tell you a lot more. “I want to. I wanted to tell you so many times over the years but always held myself back. And now that I have the opportunity…I want to tell you as many times as I can.” 

Yeah, Choi Soobin knew how to mess with your heart. 

You feel hotter, knowing your ears must be red now as well. “You…” you swallow the rest of your sentence when your eyes lock with his, every word you’ve ever learnt disappearing from your brain. You were in trouble. You avert your eyes, ignoring the tingly feeling in your stomach and focusing on the menu on the table. 

He doesn’t say anything else, his own heart playing games with him as silence settles over the two of you. He isn’t as secretive with his glances now but still tries to keep them low, not wanting to seem like a creep but unable to help himself. He watches you order, talk about an assignment for one of your classes and a new movie that just came out. He doesn’t hesitate asking you if you want to watch it with him tonight, and you don’t waver with your answer either, saying you’d love to do that. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize suddenly, making him raise his eyebrow in confusion as he sips on his coke. “What for?” 

“Not seeing you sooner.” It hits like a dagger but he still shakes his head, setting the glass down. “That’s not something you can control.” You gaze down onto the table, rethinking your words. “I just… You’ve always been so good to me,” your eyes meet his and his heart shatters when he sees the regret and shame behind them. It wasn’t often that he’d see you be this vulnerable. Of course, there were moments in your life that were worse, and he was there for all of them, but knowing he was the reason for your feelings broke him more than rejection ever could. 

“And I will continue being good to you,” he assures you before you can continue. “I can’t imagine the feeling of… why did you keep liking me? You’ve seen my worst, have been the target of my jokes and I’ve never even looked your way like that, it–” 

“You’re smart, so incredibly smart you learned a new language when you were ten just because you wanted your dad to have the job he always wanted, despite the fact you missed your friends and hometown. You care about people and make them feel welcome around you, always doing your best to be nice to everyone unless they’ve done something. You’re confident, funny, talented, and absolutely beautiful,” he says without any hesitation, his words pure, full of sincerity, and it feels like he heals a part of you you didn’t know was broken. “But most importantly, you bring out the best of me. You make me come out of my shell, you help me when I’m lost, and you never for a second doubt me. I don’t think there’s a reason why I wouldn’t have fallen for you.” 

Your grip tightens around your own glass of soda, his words ringing in your ears over and over again. You couldn’t recall a single time any of your exes would have said anything just remotely close to what he just did. He’s been there all along, so perfect and in love with you, and still, you managed to look through him. 

His hand reaches for yours from across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze so you look up at him. When you do, there’s a smile on his face, the same one you’ve only seen him give you over the years—a smile meant just for you. 

It’s the same smile that makes you realize the past isn’t what’s important right now. It’s the fact you’re here now, on a date with your best friend, finally seeing him. And you plan on making the most out of it. 

Once you both finish eating, it’s only a matter of time before you leave. Soobin offers to pay for your meal and you let him, lacing your fingers with his as you step outside. You don’t need to say more, falling into a soft rhythm as you walk through campus hand in hand. It feels nice. And every little smile exchange makes you look forward to how this is going to continue. 

“Come closer,” you urge, eyeing Soobin up and down as he sits down a full seat over on the couch. He turns his head to face you, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. Still, he listens, moving to sit right beside you, his arm draping around your shoulders when you lean to rest on his side. “What did I tell you? You don’t have to hold back,” you tilt your head slightly to look at him and he nods. “It’ll be better after a few days.” 

It’s a quiet promise that makes you smile. You turn your attention back to the Tv as the first episode of jujutsu kaisen starts playing. After getting back home, you’ve all eaten dinner together and then Ryan disappeared off to his room with his nose basically pressed to his phone. You wanted to question him about it but before you could, Soobin’s hand gently rested around your waist and he asked if you wanted to watch the movie you mentioned earlier. You had no choice but to leave Ryan’s mysteries for another day. 

Once the movie was over and half of the snacks you brought for it were eaten, Soobin begged you to rewatch jujutsu kaisen with him, claiming that it was life changing. You realized at that moment, you can’t say no to him. 

So now, you were stuck by his side, watching a show about a teenager eating fingers instead of going to school. 

“Have you ever thought about the fact you and Beomgyu are like Itadori and Megumi?” You wonder, snacking on a bag of chips while watching the two interact. Soobin raises an eyebrow. “Who am I supposed to be in this incredibly wrong scenario?” He sounds almost offended and you have to sit up because of how oblivious he is. Funny, isn’t it? 

“Megumi, obviously.” 

He scoffs, glancing at the screen. “Megumi is the most boring character there is.” Your eyes widen. Now it’s you who is offended. “He’s my favorite,” there’s a small pout on your lips that makes Soobin close his mouth immediately, slowly regretting ever saying anything. “He reminds me of you.” 

He opens his mouth before shutting it again, realizing there isn’t much to save the situation. Megumi really wasn’t his favorite, but what was he supposed to do when you said you liked him because he reminded you of him? “I’d rather you be Itadori then,” he mumbles. 

Your eyes light up again, a winning smirk spread across your face. You move to lay on him again so you can continue watching, this time resting your head in his lap and occupying the rest of the couch with your legs. He blinks a few times, just watching you for a second before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, carefully caressing your head and playing with your hair, slowly shifting his attention to the show playing. 

He’s not sure when you manage to fall asleep but when he looks at you to ask about what you think of the fight scene happening, he sees your eyes closed and lips slightly parted, your breathing steady. He smiles, lowering the volume of the Tv before grabbing his phone and sending a quick text to Ryan, asking him to bring a blanket over since he can’t stand up right now. 

“She fell asleep?” Ryan wonders as he comes out of his room, phone in one hand, the other carrying the blanket. Soobin turns his head to face him, nodding. “Yeah. Thanks, I would have gotten it myself but I don’t want to wake her up.”

 “All good,” he shakes his head, lingering a little longer than probably necessary, eyeing the two of you on the couch, simply just happy that this is how you get to spend your evenings from now on. Soobin notices, raising his eyebrow confusedly. “Do you have a problem with anything?” His words come out harsher than expected, making Ryan’s eyes widen. 

“Why would I have a problem with anything?” 

“Don’t know. Maybe you’re jealous,” I would be. He doesn’t finish the sentence, he doesn’t need to because Ryan is already pressing a hand in front of his mouth in order to not wake you up with his laugh. “It looks like you’re the one being jealous,” he laughs, glancing from Soobin to your sleeping form again. He thinks of it as a joke, convinced there’s no way Soobin would actually think he’s being jealous over him, but as his eyes scan his expression, he figures that’s not the case. 

“And you’re completely serious right now,” his eyes widening at the realization. “God, you think we have anything going on between us? I was the one who helped her figure out the possibility of being with you.” 

Soobin doesn’t say anything, just watching him, observing. He doesn’t understand. Ryan was possibly the only other boy who’s seen parts of you you didn’t show to other people, the same parts he fell in love with. He saw you in your prettiest dress and even though Soobin was too gagged to look anywhere but on you, he just assumed Ryan looked at you the same way. Because to him, it was crazy that any boy wouldn’t want you. 

Ryan hesitates for a second, rethinking the whole situation before sighing. “Really, there is absolutely nothing you have to worry about when it comes to us. There’s a better chance of Jisoo getting with her before I do.” Soobin’s expression doesn’t change and so he continues. “Remember my last date?” The question makes Soobin frown, unsure what that has to do with anything. 

“A boy,” he admits, his heart feeling heavier as he puts himself out there. “But I’m not–” his throat tightens when the words come out. Except for you, there was no one else he’s told. No one who he would trust enough to share the information with. “No one else knows so don’t–” 

“I won’t,” Soobin assures him quickly when he catches the change in his tone of voice, his built up jealousy and insecurity slowly fading away as he realizes how incredibly wrong he’s been all along. Of course, that’s why you said it was complicated when he asked if there weren’t a bunch of girls who liked him. He feels stupid. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s…whatever,” he mumbles, suddenly awkward. He needs to get away as soon as possible. “If anything just…text me again, I guess.” Soobin opens his mouth to answer but before he can do so, Ryan is already on his way back to his room, not looking back again. Soobin sighs, running a hand through his hair as he looks down on you. “I’m an idiot, huh?” He mumbles, beginning to play with your hair gently again. “Petty, jealous, idiot.” 

You hum in your sleep, shifting slightly which only makes him chuckle. “Looks like you agree.” 

Your neck hurts when you stir awake. You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, whining quietly. Blinking a few times, you get your eyes to focus again. They widen immediately when you see Soobin’s head resting against the back of the couch, sleeping. You turn to the side, the Tv turned off already and the coffee table just like you left it before falling asleep—full of half eaten snacks and empty bags. You slowly sit up, careful not to wake him up. He looks peaceful, his lips parted, a bit of saliva rolling down his chin. You chuckle. He’s cute. 

You clean up the mess on the table, humming quietly to a song currently playing in your head. You’re not sure how long you’ve been asleep for but when you’re done with everything and check your phone, it’s already two am. 

You come back to the couch, gently pressing your hand on Soobin’s shoulder. “Binnie,” you coo softly, watching him hum in his sleep as he shifts slightly. You smile, you never stop smiling when you’re with him. “You should sleep in your bed,” you say, hoping to wake him up. His eyes open for a second but you’re not sure if he even sees you because they close immediately after, his hand finding yours almost on an instinct. You yelp in surprise when he pulls you closer and you fall on to his lap. “Five more minutes,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you. You doubt if he even knows what he’s doing. 

Or maybe he knows exactly what he’s doing. That might be the better scenario. 

“Soobin,” you coo again, kissing his cheek gently. “Let’s go to bed. This can’t be comfortable.” You kiss his nose, then forehead, gently squeezing his shoulder again. This time, it actually works and he opens his eyes, blinking a few times to make sense of the situation. “What’s going…” Before he can finish his question, you place another kiss on his forehead. “Let’s go to bed, it’s late.” 

“Will you stay with me?” He asks, his voice a bit hoarse from the sleep. Your eyes widen in surprise, just for a second, before they soften. You cup his cheek, smiling. “Yeah. Yeah, I will,” you nod. His grip tightens around your waist, his head falling to your shoulder as he inhales your scent. 

If this is how he gets every time he is sleepy, you hope he never gets the rest he deserves. 

“Come on,” you get up, holding his hand as you force him up on his feet as well. His fingers lace with yours, following you tiredly as you guide the way to his room. He accidentally kicks the couch on his way but you don’t say anything, chuckling quietly. 

“I’ll change to my pajamas and will be right back, okay?” You turn to him when you reach his room. He nods slowly, his hand falling back to his side. He opens the door, lingering for a second. “You’ll come, right?” You smile again, assuring him you will before leaving to your own room. 

When you get to Soobin’s room again, he’s sitting on his bed in his pajamas. “Aren’t you tired?” You ask, closing the door behind you. He looks up, extending his arms towards you to come in. “Yeah, but I was waiting for you.” You close the gap between you, standing between his legs as his arms settle on your thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh. He looks up at you and your heart immediately skips a beat. “You’re pretty,” he mumbles, his hand carefully sliding up to the hem of your shorts. You blush at his words, “I didn’t know you were so needy when you’re tired,” you whisper, chuckling. 

He hums, and when his hands move to your ass, you sit on his lap again, running a hand through his hair. “When I told you to be like this earlier you couldn’t even look me in the eyes,” you tease him and he just grumbles. “What is it, baby?” 

“You’re here,” is all he says before kissing your jaw. “I don’t want to hold back when you’re right here.” His words echo in your ears and without a second of hesitation, you kiss him. He leans back with you, his arms resting on your waist as he lays down, his back pressed against the mattress. “Just for the night,” he mumbles in between kisses. “Let me want you a bit more.” 

Your breath shakes as you grind on top of him, looking for any sign of discomfort. A soft, shaky whine escapes his lips and his grip tightens. “Is this okay?” He nods, his eyes closed, refusing to look at you. “Soobin,” you whisper, feeling him harden under you as you grind once more. “Look at me.” 

His eyes flutter open, scanning your face carefully before his gaze drops to where your bodies meet. “Is this okay?” You ask once more, this time getting a proper response. “More than okay,” he assures you, watching you move on top of him. His breathing is anything but steady, his eyes glued to your body as if you’d disappear if he even just as blinked. “I don’t–” his voice breaks in half when you sit directly on his tip, your shorts clinging to your body as you rub yourself on top of him. “I’m not sure what to do.” 

“It’s okay,” you nod, understanding. “You don’t have to do anything. Let’s just feel good, hm?” He nods, his hands carefully sliding up your thighs. He can do that. He can stop overthinking it and just enjoy the moment, as long as he’s with you. 

His hands slowly wander under your shirt, keeping his eyes on you to check if he’s not overstepping as he cups your breast. You bite your bottom lip, nodding slightly to him. You let him squeeze your breast, let him explore what his touch does to you. He watches every reaction, every muffled moan that leaves your lips, and every move of your hips. You never stop rubbing yourself on him and with each passing second, he feels like he is about to explode. 

Leaning down again, you crash your lips with his in a hungry kiss. He doesn’t hesitate kissing you back and pulling you closer, if that’s even possible. He thrusts his hips up on instinct, a soft whimper escaping his lips. “Wai– Wait, fuck,” he curses, looking at his wet pants and your shorts. Mistake, he realizes. Seeing the mess you managed to create already only makes it harder for him not to cum in his pants. 

You slide your hand under his shirt, tracing the line of his abs slowly before moving down to his waistband, glancing up at him for approval. “Please,” he nods, prompting himself up on his elbows as he watches you. You move aside, biting your bottom lip as you give his hard on a squeeze through the pants before pulling them down. Fuck. Soobin was tall, you knew that, of course, but you didn’t expect him to be packing down there so much as well. 

“Have you thought about me before? While jerking off?” You watch his ears turn red, figuring that’s a yes. You squeeze your thighs together, eyes flickering between his cock, abs, and face. In the ideal world, you could ride all of them. “Want to show me?” 

Soobin sits with his eyes glued to your body, his right hand wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in slow motion. You sit opposite him, your legs spread apart, pajama clothes somewhere on the floor, long forgotten by then, and your chest on full display. “What else did you think about?” You ask, watching his eyes scan your naked body. 

His eyes fall down to your fingers on your clit, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I– Your boobs,” he admits slowly, avoiding looking you in the eyes from embarrassment. “Kissing them, holding them, uhm,” he bites down his moan as the image clouds his mind, his cock twitching in his hand and breath shaking. “About how you’d look if…if we were…” 

“Yeah?” You can see that he’s close to finishing, barely able to speak without moaning or whimpering. It was hot. 

“My imagination has nothing on reality,” he mumbles, curses slipping past his lips as he watches you finger yourself, his hips thrusting into his hand with more force than before. You smirk, “that good?” He nods, opening his mouth to say something, but before he can do so, you pull out your fingers and bring them to his mouth. 

He knows he should feel embarrassed. He probably looks like a teenage boy who’s never touched a woman in his life—which he wouldn’t be far from actually—when he reaches his orgasm as soon as his lips wrap around your fingers, but he can’t seem to care. Not when you taste this good, not when you’re looking at him as if it was the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. 

“Can I..?” He asks with the biggest puppy eyes possible and even though you don’t know what he’s asking for, you nod. He moves closer to you, spreading your legs more before his hand caresses your thighs, slowly making his way to your core. His fingers replace yours, rubbing your clit the same way he watched you do so moments ago. You moan under his touch, guiding his hand lower and giving him a reassuring nod before he inserts two of his fingers into your hole. His fingers are longer than yours, without a doubt, and it shows. “Just like that, fuck, exactly there,” your eyes roll back when he hits your spot, listening to your moans as he pumps his fingers into you. 

Soobin closes the distance between you, his free hand cupping your cheek as he kisses you again while his other hand brings you to your orgasm, muffling every one of your moans with his lips. “Was that okay?” He asks, the nervousness in his voice obvious. You giggle, your breathing heavy as you press your forehead to his. “You’re doing amazing,” you nod. “Absolutely fucking amazing.” 

He giggles with you, exhaling in relief. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and kisses you again, this time with less need but much more affection, hoping you can feel all the years he’s spent loving you from afar coming up on the surface. 

The following days became easier. You watched the nervousness and wariness in his eyes slowly change into something comfortable and familiar. He stopped being so hesitant, greeting you with a kiss every morning as if you were an old couple, holding your hand when you walked around campus, and taking you out on dates any chance he got. It was nice, and you could feel your heart skipping a beat every time his gaze lingered on you even a second longer than necessary. 

You could see yourself growing old with those eyes. 

“What are you hiding?” Soobin comes into the kitchen just as you’re leaning over the counter, a teasing grin on your face and Ryan a few steps beside you, smiling at his phone. He could recognize that smile from miles away, it was the same one he had for years on his face when he talked to you. 

“I’m not hiding anything,” he says, way too quickly to your liking. “You’re trying to see things where they’re not.” 

“What’s going on?” Soobin asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. You straighten your back and he immediately rests his head on your shoulder, watching Ryan with a spark of curiosity. His eyes flicker between the two of you, hating that it was so easy for you to see right through him. “Nothing’s going on, alright? Can’t I text people?” 

You frown. “I never said you can’t. But you’ve been texting someone for ages and it makes me wonder why you haven’t told me anything about it.” Soobin can almost hear the pout in your voice and places a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Because I told you I’m not dating again. It’s just a friend, and I don’t see a reason why I should tell you I have a new friend.” 

“You don’t have to close yourself off for everyone because one date didn’t go right,” Soobin meets his eyes and Ryan swallows everything he wanted to say when he hits a soft spot. This was nowhere close to how he wanted his evening to look like. “Didn’t you say you were going to stream tonight?” The question comes out harsher than intended but before he can apologize, Soobin nods slightly. “Yeah, I am,” he agrees, giving Ryan one last look of sympathy before turning to you. “Want to join me?” 

You blink, glancing between your two roommates. You want to stay, ask Ryan more and assure him that whatever he set his mind on is stupid, but you can see how tired he is of this conversation. It’s obvious he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore and you know when to stop minding other people’s business, even if they’re your best friend. “Yeah, sure, let’s go,” you nod. Soobin catches the sigh that leaves your lips but doesn’t comment on it, lacing his fingers with yours instead and leading you to his room. 

“You can’t be mad at him for keeping in,” Soobin says, sitting down on his gaming chair and extending his arms for you to come in. You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you stand between his legs. “I know, and I’m not. I just… I don’t want him to deal with everything on his own.” His hands slide up the back of your thighs, a pitiful smile on his lips. 

“I’ll talk to him later, okay? Maybe he’ll tell me something,” he offers, bringing your hand to his face and kissing your knuckles. “Don’t beat yourself over it. He’ll tell you about it when he’s ready.” 

You nod, sitting on his lap with your hands on his shoulder. “Have I told you you’re absolutely amazing yet?” He chuckles, closing the space between you and pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. “You can tell me that as many times you want,” he smiles into the kiss, a soft giggle escaping your lips. 

“What’s the plan tonight?” You wonder when you pull back. He turns on the chair, his arm wrapped around your waist as he turns his PC on. When he types in his password and you notice it being your birthday, you can’t help but smile, your cheeks turning pink as you lean into his chest. “Phasmophobia,” he says, showing you the game. You watch his screen as he explains some of the rules of the game with the gameplay, nodding quietly. You let him talk, listening to his every word. It’s honestly attractive. It’s not like he’s doing much, but it’s enough. 

“Yeonjun hasn’t played it yet and we were thinking of texting Kai to join us but if you want, we can connect your laptop and you could play with us instead?” He turns his head to you, his face mare inches away from yours. You blink, shaking your head, “you said you haven’t played with Kai in a long time, you shouldn’t exclude him just because of me.” 

“I want to play with you,” he states firmly. “You should know by now I’d choose you over the boys any time.” If you were blushing before, you must look like a tomato right now. Before he can say anything else and send you into a spiral, you kiss him again, your hand on his neck as you pull him close. He doesn’t take long to catch up, pushing his tongue between your lips and deepening the kiss, his fingers digging into your waist. “You’re too good to me,” you whisper. 

“You’re the one too good to me. I’m just treating you as anyone you’ve ever given a chance to should have.” 

“You should be a poet instead,” you mumble, averting your gaze from him. You know he’s about to say something more, but he’s interrupted by an incoming call on discord, the screen flashing with The Choi’s group chat. Thank God, honestly. Whatever he wanted to say would probably make your heart race faster than it already does and you don’t need a heart attack right now. 

You accept the call, the first thing you hear being Beomgyu’s grumble. “We’ll have to use walkie talkies in the game, why are we starting a call here?” Soobin chuckles quietly, leaning forward and resting his chin on your shoulder, clicking through something on his screen. “He’s new to the game, cut him some slack,” he says and you catch a faint curse on the other side, assuming it must be from Yeonjun. 

“Whatever, who cares. Is everyone ready now? Can I text Kai? He might be asleep though, he said something about pulling an all-nighter the night before and feeling like passing out when I talked to him earlier.” As soon as Yeonjun finishes his question, Soobin turns his head to look at you again, looking for an answer in your eyes. You nod slightly, his smile widening immediately. 

“Don’t bother. I have our fourth player. She’s sitting on my lap as we speak.” 

It wasn’t a secret to any of your friends that you and Soobin were something now. Apparently, they knew so even before you did. Soobin looked terrified when Beomgyu told you a few days ago that he’s glad he finally had the balls to ask you out because it was getting annoying having to listen to him enthuse about how in love with you he was. All you could do at the moment was laugh. Then, after Beomgyu left, you showered Soobin in kisses on his bed and he promised to tell you how in love he is more often if that’s what he gets in return. He was adorable. 

The two boys greet you immediately, asking about how your day was and if Soobin is being annoying. It makes you chuckle because he is anything but. You talk with them for a bit, Soobin’s hands still wrapped around you and hugging you tightly. You love moments like these. 

You’re not sure how much time passes but eventually, you leave to get your laptop while Soobin prepares his stream, his camera and microphone already on when you come back. You place the laptop on his bed—which is also the place you agreed on sitting before even though it wasn’t exactly ideal to be in the same room while using walkie talkies—and join his side, greeting his chat with a smile. 

In the blink of an eye, the comments change from simple hello’s and questions about what the plane for today is into more personal ones—mostly about your relationship. A few people ask about your name, new fans you assume, but most of the people are asking if the rumors are true and you truly are dating. It was kind of obvious by now. Just a few days earlier, Soobin made a new post on his instagram with pictures from an actual date you had. They were cute, and made it into your highlights as well. 

He turns his head to you, not answering any of their questions. A sign of the same vulnerability you saw almost every day at the beginning flickers in his eyes, the question hanging in the air. You know which one made him like this. Are you two dating? You haven’t put a label on anything, didn’t think it was needed, but when your eyes meet his, and you see the hope in them, you want a label more than ever before. 

You smile, a gentle, soft one that always makes him calmer and turn towards the camera. “You got us,” you nod. “We are dating. But no, he does not fall into the streamer stereotypes and does shower every day, so I’m not in any danger,” you laugh, briefly glancing at Soobin. He looks puzzled, but his expression lasts less than a second, immediately being replaced with excitement and a hint of relief. 

“Wouldn’t want to stink near my beautiful girlfriend,” he grins and you have to roll your eyes at how cheeky he sounds. You shake your head at him, but the smile on your face never disappears. “Get your game ready, pretty boy. I don’t have the whole night for you.” He cocks his head to you, a teasing smirk on his face as he mouths “you sure?” at you. You fight the urge to throw a pillow at him. 

“What on Earth are they doing?” You laugh, watching Beomgyu and Yeonjun move their characters in the lobby, getting into some weird positions they definitely wouldn’t be able to recreate in real life. Soobin laughs with you, shaking his head. He was playing around with settings now, trying to convince you to go on pro mode. Neither Yeonjun nor you knew if that was something you wanted to jump into but thankfully (or possibly unfortunately) you had Beomgyu on your side, arguing with Soobin immediately that you weren’t ready and it would end up with him being alive alone again. 

“Everyone get ready,” Soobin commands, your earlier laugh replaced with a chuckle immediately. “Yes, captain,” you joke, and even though you see him rolling his eyes, you also notice the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. 

Soobin helps you out during the game a lot, always walking around beside you so you don’t stay anywhere alone and don’t get yourself killed, reminding you what certain keys do, and working with you on figuring out what kind of a ghost you’re dealing with. Anyone new joining his stream probably doesn’t even know Beomgyu and Yeonjun are in the game as well. You barely know of their presence yourself. 

After three successful rounds, Soobin finally convinced you to play on pro mode, still staying by your side as he ran around, trying to figure out the ghost’s spawn place. Yeonjun walked right behind you, holding a camera in his hands while Beomgyu stayed in the van, laughing his ass off as he watched you through Yeonjun’s camera. It slowly turned into Soobin continuously telling him to do something and him arguing that you had it all covered already. It had Soobin grumbling and his chat laughing. 

You played for two hours and half until Beomgyu had to leave—a date as Soobin informed you earlier—and you all decided to call it a day. You stretch out on the bed, pushing the heating laptop off your legs. Soobin leans back in his chair once his computer is turned off, turning to face you. “Had fun tonight?” 

You smile, nodding. You open your arms and he doesn’t hesitate getting up from his place and making his way over to you, plopping down on top of you. You giggle, bringing him down to kiss him. “So much fun,” you answer, wrapping your arms behind his neck. 

“You were so pretty,” he praises, placing a soft kiss to your nose. “I wanted to kiss you every time you gave me that clueless pout,” he whispers, this time leaving a kiss on your cheek. You giggle, cupping his cheeks and making him look at you. “Kiss me twice as much now then.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, already claiming your lips. He wraps his hands behind your back, keeping you as close as possible until he decides to change positions, his lips never leaving yours as he sits down and helps you onto his lap. His hand moves up to your neck, thumb brushing your cheek as he deepens the kiss. He could go like this all day if he could. 

You run a hand through his hair, forcing him to pull back when you tug at a few of his strands. He groans, eyes meeting yours. You bite back a moan yourself when you look at him, every sane thought you had until now disappearing out of the window when he looks up at you like that. “Love,” he whispers, his hands trailing down your sides until he makes it under your shirt. “Yes, baby?” You smile innocently, pretending that his touch doesn’t send shivers throughout your whole body. 

“You’re beautiful.” You learnt to accept his compliments after some time (because you’re not sure if there has been a day in which he wouldn’t compliment you in some way) but they still worked on you every time, making you blush. His hands move to your back again, unclipping your bra with ease. You help him get your shirt off, your bra following right after. He smiles, one of his hands cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers while the other settles on your waist. You can’t even blink before his mouth meets your other boob, his tongue circling your nipple. 

You run your hand through his hair again, a soft whine escaping your lips as you grind on him from the pleasure. He glances at you briefly, and when he sees your eyes closed, the moans that leave your lips showing him just how much you’re enjoying yourself, he sucks harder, taking his sweet time with each of your breasts. 

“Baby,” you whine, rolling your hips against his. He finally pulls away, meeting your eyes with a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Please.” 

Your back presses against the mattress, your boyfriend hovering on top of you and kissing his way down your body. Once his mouth reaches your pants, he tugs them down slowly, kissing your inner thigh. You open your legs for him without hesitation, causing a groan to leave his lips. He settles himself between your legs, kissing his way up from your thigh to your clit. “Just a small taste,” he begs, sucking on your clit the same way he sucked on your nipple moments ago. 

It’s been days of exploring each other’s bodies, finding out what pleasures the other and what doesn’t. It took some time, but he’d like to say he knows how to get you off without any problems now, one of those things being your newly discovered obsession with riding his nose. 

And what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t give you the opportunity to do so? 

Soobin presses his nose against your clit, his tongue pushing past your folds. Your moans fill the room shortly after, even if you try to keep it down so as not to disturb your roommate, gripping the sheets on your side. You roll your hips against him, your eyes rolling back when his tongue enters your hole. As if that wasn’t enough on its own, his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you where he wants so he controls all of your pleasure. 

“Wa–Wait,” you gasp, your orgasm building in your stomach faster than you can comprehend. He simply hums against you, not bothering with looking up as he licks you. “So pretty,” he mumbles again, sucking on your clit. You gasp, finding his hair with your fingers and trying to tug him away from you, your legs closing simultaneously. 

Fortunately, he only pulls back once you reach your orgasm, finishing on his mouth. He licks his lips clean, smiling. “You,” your breath catches and you’re not even sure what you want to say. Did so fucking good? Were absolutely amazing? Take better care of me than anyone else? 

“It’s okay,” he coos, coming up to kiss you. He brushes your hair from your face gently, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You can do one more, right?” You don’t answer, you can’t. All you can think about is, where did you even learn all that? 

But you know the answer. From you. Everything he knows, he’s learnt from you, because he wanted to. He learnt how to talk, when the right time to kiss you is, where to press at times, and how to be a good mix of someone who could—and wanted—to please you, and the same person he was before who didn’t even know a handful of positions. 

His thumb gently circles your clit, causing a few whines to leave your lips. He keeps his eyes on you, waiting for your answer. Even though you told him before it was okay to overstimulate you sometimes, he didn’t need to do so. He was glad he could make you feel good, even if it means having to take care of his throbbing cock alone in the bathroom. 

But you wouldn’t let that happen, slowly nodding. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “I can take one more.” He smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips before getting his clothes off, too busy admiring your naked body to look where they ended up after he threw them to the floor. 

Soobin rubs his cock between your folds, his eyes glued to your body. “Wanna go raw?” you offer and his eyes immediately widen. He has condoms, somewhere in his top drawer of his desk, but at the moment, he completely forgot about something like protection, his mind too occupied with different thoughts. “Can I?” He looks up and you smile, nodding. 

“Fuck,” he curses, aligning himself slowly. He looks up once more for reassurance and when you chuckle, telling him it’s okay, he thrusts his tip in, giving you some time to adjust before he slaps his hips with yours. You gasp immediately, your moans coming out broken as he starts moving. 

Soobin’s soft praises mixed with his groans fill your ears, your eyes rolling back as his fingers lace with yours and he slows down again, hitting just the right spot. At that moment, even though your head is empty, one singular thought manages to pop up. I love you, Soobin.  

You don’t say anything though, holding his hand with your mouth wide open and head thrown back. Yeah, he is good. 

His thrusts turn sloppy, his energy slowly dying out as he reaches his climax. You came just seconds ago with his name falling from your lips as if you were a broken record and now it was finally his turn. You wrap your legs behind his back, keeping him in place and making sure he doesn’t even think about pulling out. You need to feel him filling you up, showing you you’re his. And he’ll gladly do so. 

“Shit,” he gasps, squeezing your hand tighter as he finishes, his eyes wide. “Fuck– That was so good.” You giggle, relaxing your legs again and trying to catch your breath. He curses again when he pulls out of you and hears you whine, fighting himself not to get hard again. He lays down beside you, dropping his arm around your stomach and pulling you flush against his body. 

“I love you,” he mumbles, just like he has many times before. But this time, it’s different after all. Because this time, you can say it back. 

“I love you too, baby,” you whisper, sealing the words with a kiss.

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Haii!!! Would you consider maybe writing a little thing for Idia and/or Ruggie with an underweight reader? If not that’s ok, but I’ve been struggling with weight recently and I’ve found that reading abt fictional characters telling me to eat helps for some reason lol (ALSO I LOVE UR WRITING)

Your health matters

✦characters: Idia, Ruggie

✦gn!reader

✦I tried my best so I hope you enjoy <3 stay healthy ✨

Idia Shroud

The clicking of keys in the background of Idia’s room. You were lying curled up on his bed, wearing his oversized hoodie, the one he'd lent you because you'd shivered earlier and brushed it off with a “I'm just cold.”

But he’d noticed.

He always noticed.

Especially lately, how you’d brush off meals with a smile and a “Maybe later.”

And sure, he was awkward, but he wasn’t oblivious. He just didn’t know how to say it without fumbling everything.

Until he looked over at you now, scrolling your phone half-asleep.

“Hey… um… can I say something without you, like, getting mad or ghosting me forever?” he mumbled, eyes flicking to yours.

You looked up, instantly concerned. “Of course. What’s up?”

He spun a pen in his fingers anxiously, then blurted it out. “I’ve been kinda, like, lowkey worried? About you? You’re… kinda skipping meals a lot, and, uh… it’s like watching your HP drop and no one’s healing you.”

Your breath caught a little. “Idia…”

“I-I’m not judging! I just… gah, this is hard. I just care, okay? You’re my partner, my main quest line, and I really care. You don’t have to fight your battles alone…”

He looked at you then, blue hair dimming into soft concern. “Would it help if I, like… made us snacks? I’m not a good cook but I can get you something from the vending machine or I can order something. Or if I ate with you? Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You reached for his hand and held it to your chest. “You… really mean that?”

He nodded, lips quivering with a smile. “Yeah. Even if you can only eat a little. I’ll be your support. Always.”

You leaned forward, hugging him tightly, and for once he didn’t flinch. He hugged you back, resting his chin on your head.

Ruggie Bucchi

“Oi, you didn’t touch your sandwich.” Ruggie’s voice carried a little teasing, but his eyes were sharp as ever, focused on your half eaten lunch.

You tried to wave him off. “I’m just not that hungry right now. But you can have it if you want it.”

But he frowned, ears twitching. “You said that yesterday. And the day before. You’re barely eating. That’s not healthy.”

You shifted, uneasy, but he knelt beside you where you sat under a shady tree, lunch box on your lap.

“Look,” he said softly, brushing crumbs off your cheek, “you think I haven’t noticed how you’re lookin’ more tired lately? You don’t even laugh as much because you don’t have the energy.”

You swallowed hard, suddenly guilty.

He softened, eyes kind now. No teasing. Just worry. “You don’t gotta explain everything, okay? But don’t go starvin’ yourself. That ain’t how we survive out here. And I’m not about to sit back and watch the person I love struggle and do nothing.”

Your lips trembled, and he pulled you into his arms before you could come up with an excuse. “I’ll cook for you. Nothin’ fancy, just stuff you like. But I can’t promise I won’t steal your dessert.”

You smiled. “You’d really do that?”

“Please, I’m an excellent chef! But only if you promise to eat it. Deal?”

You nodded, burying your face in his neck. “Deal.”

“Good. Now come on. I got Leona card so we can buy some good stuff. Let’s go before he notices.”

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I was hoping you could maybe do a Vi x Fem reader head cannons of how Vi would fuck reader in each era like Vi in prison, S1 act 2-3 Vi, Enforcer Vi, pitfighter Vi, and S1 act 3 Vi. It could kinda be like if she’s a soft dom, mean dom, what kinks she likes and would do to reader, certain pet names, certain positions, etc, or whatever you think would go with each of these eras. Idk if any of this makes since but this was just a random though that came to me 😭

𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐕𝐈 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄—

Violet (ARCANE) x Prisoner Girlfriend!Reader ⋆.˚

★ SYNOPSIS: Vi meets you as a fellow prisoner at Stillwater and you both bond over your hate for… well, everyone. Unexpectedly, you both keep hooking up and start openly developing feelings for each other. Much to your dismay, Vi gets released and becomes an Enforcer for the Topside— you're anxious she will cheat. Vi, although telling you she will never, does so in the end and breaks your heart. Vi tells you and breaks down, regretting everything but you tell her it's okay and perhaps you both should break up. A long while later, you're out of prison and meet Vi again— she's changed so much but she cherishes you like she should have from the start.

★ CONTENT: thigh grinding, daddy kink, fingering, praise kink, no aftercare, GENTLE!VI, oral, eye contact, slightly angsty and sad, prison sex, strap sex, reader referred as a masochist, cheating themes, breakup scene ahead, slight mention of self harm, slight bulging, sex at the pitfight ring prep room

★ AUTHOR: I love this idea!! Thank you anon baby!!

Prisoner Vi

Thigh grinding, daddy kink, fingering, praise kink, no aftercare, gentle!Vi, oral, eye contact

── .✦ Vi knew you'd become her prison bitch the moment she laid eyes on you. And you didn't even deny it. She was so hot, so gentle whenever you asked for it. Most of the time, her pent-up anger made her rough when it came to sex though. But you never complained. Maybe you liked it when she was like that. Sometimes though, she found you in your cell and left you a horny little mess by teasing you with her fingers. She knew you'd come crawling back to her cell at night after lights are out. You're just a needy little thing after all.

── .✦ “Vi,” you gasped when her thigh slotted between yours, she had you backed up and pinned against the wall.

“Yeah? You like it like this, don't you?” Her hands slid under your shirt and palmed your tits, she leaned in, “so beautiful…”

Your mouth hung open and Vi took the chance, her lips crashing into yours. Her lips were chapped as they moved against yours, her tongue slipped in your mouth and explored— heated. Loving.

Vi squeezed your tits, fingers toying with your nipples. “Baby,” you gasped, “don't twist them!”

Vi chuckled and tugged, twisting the right one. She smirked, “Want daddy's fingers inside?”

“Y-yes,” you ground against her thigh.

That's how Vi’s slender yet strangely expert fingers found their way inside your sopping mess of a cunt. She thrusted hard and curled them in all the right places as you melted down in her arms. Your hole twitched, clit pulsed in need. Your arms circled around Vi’s neck to just hold her there as you moaned in her ear.

“Daddy, please, fuck, you're— you feel so good, you're fucking me so good,” your moans came in meek little whispers, tickling Vi’s ear.

“There you go, dollface, fall apart in my arms, yeah?”

She held you through your climax like you were made of glass and you wouldn't have it any other way. Vi’s fingers slipped outside after a while, your liquids coming down to her knuckles in a drip, she licked it clean. Like a woman starved.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” she kissed you right after making you taste yourself.

She turned to leave later that time. No aftercare. No nothing. You grabbed her wrist, she turned.

Your eyes bleared with unshed tears, “Will you be back?”

Vi reached forward, hand behind your head and pulled your head down just a little so she could kiss the crown of your head. “Y'know where to find me.”

── .✦ You stepped out, legs shaky but deliberate as you walked the stony steps to Vi’s cell. Your footsteps padded softly, almost soundless as you approached the cell room. Vi looked up.

“Knew you'd be back, princess,” she walked closer to the cell bars, a smirk on her face.

You grinned. The moment you were inside, Vi was handsy. Her calloused palms caressed and squeezed your body all over as she laid you down on the weather uncomfortable cot at the corner, she smiled taking in your flushed form.

“You look so good under me, I might as well just keep you when we get outta here,” Vi gave you a wink.

Your breath hitched, you hit her arm playfully, “Don't say things you don't mean.”

Vi didn't say anything, instead she silently leaned down between your thighs and let your legs frame her head, her nose grazed your clit— still covered by the thin cotton of your underwear. She brought them down with her teeth, undeterred eye contact the entire time.

“Look at me while I eat you,” her tongue touched your entrance and your tummy fluttered with butterflies. Or maybe just that urge to orgasm.

Vi’s muscular biceps locked around your thighs so you could squirm away even if you tried to, her mouth working on you in slow, messy laps. She ate you as if you were the only decent meal in prison. Her tongue never stopped, her eyes still open and staring right into yours.

Your eyes squeezed shut, head tilting back, ‘Oh, Janna, fuck— you're too good to me, daddy…”

“Look at me.” Vi whispered as if it were a plea, she waited until you looked into her powder blue eyes until she proceeded again— making you finish over and over on her tongue, in her cot, in her cell.

Enforcer Vi

Slightly angsty and sad, prison sex, strap sex, reader referred as a masochist, cheating themes, breakup scene ahead (so get your tissues), again no aftercare, slight mention of self harm, daddy kink, slight bulging

── .✦ “I told you I'd be back here for you,” Vi pushed you against the wall of your cell.

“But you've joined them,” you muttered, your eyes pitiful when you looked at her, Vi squeezed your waist.

Her voice broke, “I know.”

You didn't want an explanation, you just wanted Vi safe. And she knew that. She didn't fuck you that night, no. She kissed you deeply, her hand holding your jaw to guide you through the kiss. Vi didn't know what to say and that was okay. You just wanted to be held that night.

“I’ve missed you,” your hand moved to bundle in her uniform, “Blue looks good on you.”

Vi laughed. “Thanks, babe, you look good in everything,” she kissed you again— slower this time. She let herself enjoy it even though she felt like she didn't deserve it.

“Vi, when will I get out?” You asked, longing.

“Soon, love, soon,” she held your head against her chest for a little, just so you could hear the way her heart raced.

“Not soon,” you thought, you knew you'd be here a while.

── .✦ Vi pulled strings even though there was only so much she could do as a Piltie enforcer. You never asked for it, but you sure as hell were grateful. The meal change was a drastic improvement and you were sleeping better in your new, cleaner cell.

It was past two in the morning and you tried to sleep on the new cot— tossing and turning. But you couldn't sleep. Where was Vi? It had been a full week. You then heard footsteps, heavy footsteps. Ones that sounded like Vi’s. You rushed to the bars, peering out into the darkness and squinting.

“Violet?”

The air shifted and Vi appeared with a small smile, “I'm here,” she unlocked the cell and slipped inside, closing the door behind herself, “I missed you.” She picked you up, your legs crossing around her waist as she pinned you to the wall.

“What took you so long?” You pouted.

“Had to make sure the idiots were outta the way so I could come meet my pri—”

“—Prisoner.” you deadpanned.

“Princess. I was going to say princess.” Vi tucked back a loose strand of your matted hair.

“Sure you were,” you rolled your eyes.

“Hey,” Vi held your face, having you look at her properly. “We are in this together, and I'm never gonna forget about you.”

“What if one day you meet some hot Enforcer and decide to bail on me?” Your eyes glimmered with tears under the dim light of the cell.

Vi’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, “Baby,” she moved closer, nose to nose with you, “That is never going to happen, alright? I'm yours. Forever.”

Vi stayed back that night although you didn't fully trust her commitment. You let her hands wander, she pressed the bulge of her pants against your front and you giggled, wiping your tears. “Did you grow a dick when you became an Enforcer?”

“Did I?” Vi gave you a lopsided smile.

You grinned and palmed her bulge, “That's a strap.”

Vi feigned offense. “That's my dick.” a beat of silence. “Undo my zipper.”

That you did and that's how you both ended up with your legs folded against your chest and Vi’s strap pushing up against your entrance, the bulbous head stretching your entrance only slightly.

“This may hurt,” Vi whispered.

“Y'know I love pain,” you whispered back and kissed her nose.

Vi gave you a little smirk before she rammed inside, all at once. Your breath seized when you felt the thick shaft dragging against your tight virgin walls, your hole clenched and your lips parted in a soft moan.

“Baby, your dick’s so big…” you whimpered as she pounded you.

Your breath came in small huffs as Vi’s strap disappeared in you completely, “Feel that, baby?” Vi rubbed your tummy, “I'm right here,” she pressed down just a little so you could feel the bulge.

“M-mmm… you're so big, daddy,” your toes curled as she hit that one sweet spot inside you.

“Yeah? Fuck,” Vi grunted as she moved harder, “your pretty self is gonna become the death of me.”

Vi thrusted again, this time biting down on the sensitive skin around your nipple, you moaned so loud that she had to muffle it out with her hand.

“Shhh, princess,” she kissed your temple, “Someone could hear.”

Vi’s thrusts after that were downright brutal, you thought the cot would break due to its squeaky protests under the weight of the pair of you two. Your hands scratched at Vi’s clothed back restlessly as you felt her silicone dick stretching your needy pussy out. Your juices were slick, glistening and forming a white ring around her cock before eventually— you came undone all over her shaft.

“B-baby, can you stay a bit?” You were trembling.

“Not too long, ‘m sorry, princess,” Vi kissed you, briefly. “But I promise you, it'll get better.”

Your eyes flickered with something akin to sadness but you tried to smile, “Mhm, I know.”

Vi pulled out, cleaning her strap out hastily before she zipped herself up. “Goodnight, princess.”

“Good…—” she was already out the cell. “—night… I guess.” Your eyes fell to your own messed form before you sighed.

── .✦ Vi didn't come around for the next few weeks. The days passed in a blur. And you barely ate. It wasn't because the food was horrible. You just didn't have an appetite. When she did come along, she smelled like somebody else.

“Vi,” you tried to touch her but she flinched away like it burned her.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I don't deserve you.”

“Why would you say that?” your eyebrows curled up in sadness.

“I did it,” Vi admitted vaguely, “I did it with someone else. It was an accident, and I wanted to keep it from you. And I— I—...” Vi’s voice died down. “I wish I could skin myself alive. I didn't want to hurt you.”

She collapsed to her knees in front of you. You'd comfort her if you weren't so shocked. “Oh.”

“I'm sorry,” Vi’s arms wrapped around your waist, head against your knee. “I'm sorry,” she sobbed pathetically.

You knelt down too, “It's okay,” you tried to smile despite it all, “Is she nice?”

That made Vi cry harder. So you just held her there in silence for a while before you asked in a slow measured voice.

“Who is she?”

“Caitlyn.” Vi croaked out.

“Caitlyn Kiramman?” you asked just to confirm and Vi gave you the tiniest nod.

“It's okay,” you held her face, making her look at her, “It was never meant to be. You're an enforcer now and I'm just…”

“You're my princess,” Vi’s voice broke.

“I'm a prisoner, Violet.” You corrected, “And that's okay, I hope things work out with you and Kiramman.” you got up, helping her up too, “And thanks for stopping by,” you paused. “—and for not lying to me.”

Pitfighter Vi

Aftercare implied but not shown, fingering at the pitfight ring prep room, gentle talk through sex

── .✦ “Free finally,” you mumbled to yourself, feeling sticky and gross as you left the confines of Stillwater.

Your chest ached dully, remembering everything that went down with Vi. You'd always imagined her on this very day, beaming at you and twirling with you in her arms. With a heavy heart, you walked back to Zaun, eyes focused on the street ahead of you as you turned the knob for your apartment door.

Your sister, Hailey, groaned from the couch, toppling out of it. “Hey, sis, you're finally out,” she smiled at you, drunk.

“Hey,” you closed the door behind yourself, “How's everything?”

“Could be better,” she shrugged, “I heard what happened.”

“Huh?” your eyebrows furrowed.

“Everything with that Enforcer? Well, ex-Enforcer,” Hailey grumbled, reaching for a glass of lemon water, “Entirety of Zaun pities you.”

“Great,” you slumped onto the couch beside her.

“She's gotten hotter.”

“Shut up.”

A moment of silence passed between the both of you before you leaned and rested your head on your older sister’s shoulder. “How is she?” You asked in a small murmur.

“Vi went ahead and became a pitfighter,” Hailey put her glass down, “She broke up with Caitlyn, it was real messy and now she's all emo and whatnot.”

You snorted, leaning back against the couch, “I need a shower.”

“Do you wanna go say ‘hi’ to her?” Hailey asked, “I know you guys were close.”

“I don't want to overstep.” You looked away.

“I'm sure Vi would love for you to be there while she punches out big dudes.” Hailey grinned and you threw a cushion at her.

“Drink your damn lemon water.”

── .✦ You took a shower and dressed up a little nice that day, checking yourself in the mirror at least a hundred times before leaving the apartment with your sister giggling after you.

“Don't come home before 2!” Hailey giggled, “Better yet don't come home at all!”

You rolled your eyes and ignored her as you walked out, Hailey had scribbled the address down on a piece of paper that crumpled in your jacket pocket.

The pit was loud and people were cheering, some tearing their clothes off and spit flying in the air. You paused there and grimaced, looking around. You didn't like the place. You just wanted Vi. You saw the curtained backstage door and despite your better judgement, you worked straight in. The door creaked open and you saw Vi in front of the mirror, some sort of ink-like black stuff running down her eyes.

She did get hotter.

Her chest was binded tightly as were her forearms and she didn't look all that well mentally. Vi saw your reflection in the mirror as you stood at the threshold nervously shifting weight from one leg to another— unsure if you belonged there.

“Vi—” you began but your brain blanked when she turned around. “... You look different.”

“I look hideous.” Vi said bitterly, crossing the room in two quick strides, standing right in front of you. Fuck, she had got even more muscular than before.

“You don't,” you denied, your mouth suddenly feeling so dry. “I heard what happened with Kiramman.”

“Don't,” Vi snapped.

You flinched. Guilt flickered in Vi’s eyes.

“I'm sorry,” she sat down at the bench, “too soon.”

You stood there for a little while before walking to her side and sitting down next to her, “I couldn't stop thinking of you.”

“You're not mad at me?” Vi looked up through her lashes.

“Don't get me wrong,” you turned to face her, “I am very mad at you. But I also love you so very much, Violet, I just wished things worked out between us and—”

Vi kissed you. That's all she had needed to hear. Her lips moved against yours, and your eyes were wide from shock before you melted into the kiss. Vi’s hands were instantly in your hair, kissing you like she meant it this time. Kissing you as if promising you she'd never leave again.

“I love you,” she gasped between the kisses, she went in again— this time strong and purposeful as she pulled you closer by the waist.

“Mmm, baby, your spit tastes like blood,” you mumbled against her lips.

“Sorry,” she breathed, “Took a few to the jaw last round,” she pushed you against the bench, her hand sliding under your top and squeezing your left breast, “Mm, I missed these.”

You giggled, wrapping your legs around her before your hands grabbed at her waist, “Look at you, your abs got more defined.”

“Is that so?” Vi replied, her voice husky. Her other hand slipped under your dress, knuckles grazing your crotch, “Do you want me here, baby?”

You nodded, “I missed you so much,” your legs parted, “Make it up to me?”

“Fuck yeah.”

── .✦ Vi was in it before you even knew it, her hand desperately pushed your panties aside before pumping two digits in your tight wet heat. The moans you let out were vulgar.

Your eyes rolled back and you stammered, “V-Vi, how did you get s-so— fuck!— much better at this?”

Vi only gave you a grin before her two fingers became three, she curled them and you gasped— breathless. Your pussy squeezed her fingers as if wanting to keep them inside forever.

“Oh, baby,” Vi left hickeys on your neck, “Everyone’s gonna know you're mine, and I'm gonna treat you like the princess that you are. Baby, I promise.”

“V-Vi, oh my goodness!” Your eyes squeezed shut when you felt her other hand’s fingers circling your clit.

“I want you to cum on my hand, and then I'm walking right out of this fuckin’ pit and giving you the princess treatment that you deserve.” Vi growled before she kissed you again, swallowing your moans.

Your body tensed and you came undone in her arms, she always knew how to make you break.

“I was impetuous,” Vi kissed your corner of your mouth, “And I'm sorry, but I promise you, baby, if you give me the chance now— I'll make you the happiest girl ever.”

Your eyes were glossy with tears but you wiped them before they could fall, “I love you so much, Vi.” your arms wrapped around her broad shoulders and Vi picked you with one arm— easy.

Vi walked out of the pit that day with a promise to keep and a girl to treasure and she didn't look back. Not really. Because now, she was complete.

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Instagram Innenudos

Grace Clinton × Popstar! Reader

Summary: You and Grace soft launch. Over and over again.

Warnings: None?

Masterlist

You didn’t want to post each other to let the world know.

At first, it was easy. Grace didn’t really post stuff other than football Instagram, and you were so deep in album mode that your feed was a rotating carousel of blurry studio shots, cryptic lyrics, and mirror selfies with lighting that screamed vibe over visibility. You both liked it that way, quiet, private, just yours.

But somewhere between Amalfi and that chaotic coffee date with Leah and Elle, things shifted. It started with a post of Grace's.

📍Amalfi Coast

graceclinton_x needed a recharge

leahwilliamsonn: hope you had fun🍋

Liked by graceclinton_x ❤️

Woso-fan132: she went to the Amalfi coast? Seems popular currently.

-> y/n.woso.fan: yeah Y/N Y/LN is in the town currently too according to her Instagram.

-> Woso-fan132: imagine they met. Wonder if they'd get along. They seem so different.

Liked by graceclinton_x

celinbizet: without me girly?

-> graceclinton_x: haha sorry. Next time?

The comments made you both laugh. Especially after Grace liked that one comment. There were so many speculations about you two. Were you friends? Did you meet? Was Grace just hoping to meet you? Suddenly Grace Clinton was trending. A few months later you decided to post a picture. It was innocent enough you thought. Just a picture of your breakfast nothing recognizable.

📍London

Y/N Y/LN just out for breakfast

graceclinton_x: 🍋

Grac.clinton.fan: IS THAT GRACE CLINTONS HAND?

-> y/n.clinton.ship: it's definitely her hand. I think she said in an interview that her pinky finger is slightly turned inward since she broke it a few years back.

-> Gracie.fan: GRACE COMMENTED. EVEROYNE CALM DOWN SHE COMMENTED.

You were sitting in your tour bus, curled under blankets smiling as Grace texted you a screenshot with twenty laughing emojis and a single word. "Help. What is going on?"

You sent back. "Don’t be mad you have iconic hands. I can attest to that.😉" You could almost hear her groan as she texts back. "I miss you baby."

After that it became a game. Teasing the world and the fans about if you're dating or friends or just teasing them. And you two? You loved it.

graceclinton_x just chillin

stanwaygeorgia: that's not your apartment... Where are you baby Grace?

-> leahwilliamsonn: she thinks she's cheeky.

kyracooneyx: Grace come back to London and stop chilling wherever you are.

-> graceclinton_x: I'm in London, lol. Just not here to see you

Y/N.Clinton.fan: Those comments. I bet she's at Y/Ns. I mean she lives in London?

-> Y/N.YLN.Stan: but isn't she on tour? Why would Grace be in her apartment when she's in Rio?

officialellesmith: love wins.🩷😭

Y/n Y/ln just trying new things.🍋

leahwilliamsonn: this is a cry for help.

Woso.fan: WHY DO THEY KEEP SOFT-LAUNCHING EACH OTHER LIKE THIS?

-> Jane's.Woso.edits: I know. I just want to know if they're really dating. They'd be so cute.

Clinton-Yln: Just say you’re in love and go! We need to know.

Grace.Y/Ln: At this point, they’re dating in Morse code.

-> Jemma.Clinton: As much as I wanted Grace for me they'd be so cute.

Grace.clinton.fan: At this point they're not even hiding it. They're just being artsy about it.

Liked by Y/N Y/LN ❤️

You talked about it once, just once. Lying in bed, Grace half-asleep on your chest, your thumb scrolling through a fan edit that had pieced together your Instagram grids into a literal timeline while also stroking Grace's hair. Your girlfriend was exhausted after a hard game yesterday.

"Is it weird that they care this much?" Grace asked, her voice muffled by your body.

"A little." you said. Then you added more softly "But it’s kinda sweet. They love us. And we’re giving them hope. Or chaos. Or both."

Grace looked up at you, eyes warm. “Do you think we’ll ever post a real photo together?”

You considered it.

Then you smiled. “Maybe. But only if it’s the ugliest one we take. now get some sleep baby. You're so sleepy." Grace just hummed and snuggled close to you as she drifted off.

[driftd0ll]

okay I have SO many ideas with eddie and volt but this one I thought of for quite a while bc this ending does things to me.

hate endings. they are SO sad to me in this game and make either mad, sad, or heavily disappointed in myself.

HOWEVER, WHEN IT COMES TO EDDIE AND VOLT??? suddenly its like niagra falls in my pants and my panties are soaked BAD.

so I propose: hate/make up sex with eddie and volt (taking turns on getting their frustrations out on reader)

ESPECIALLY with the way eddie cusses like it turns me on so bad. I used to not be an eddie girl like when I played the demo before the full game released, past me HATED EDDIE’S GUTS. played the demo to see what type of options is the way to make him open up to me to get the love ending cuz I loved them (I fell in love at first sight with volt hes so fine I wanted that cookie man)

full game came out? I FELL IN LOVE WITH EDDIE DURING THE ROUTE. VERY MUCH ENEMIES TO LOVERS. he said some sassy or rude shit? trust and believe I said sum slick back too cuz boy u NOT finna talk to me like that, but I managed to love him and his wannabe emo, mysterious ways.

im so fucking sorry for this long ass yap but u get my point im so in love with them its so concerning

SO YAH, HATE/MAKE UP SEX WITH EDDIE AND VOLT. maybe they had a bad argument with us or something and it results in that days or perhaps a week later (to calm things down and not to piss them off anymore then you did so you can properly communicate and work things out)

IM SO SORRY FOR YAPPING IN UR ASKS IM SO SORRY 😭✌️

i think you were in my mind bruh😭😭 i think CONSTANTLY about makeup sex with them!! coming back a week or two after getting the hate ending. lord knows Volt is a protective bitch and won’t let you near Eddie until he calms down and you explain you just really want to make it up to them, how bad you feel… Especially if everything was going swimmingly at first, and seeing how sad and desperate you are to make it up to them, who’s he to refuse? He can feel how down and pent up Eddie has been!!

(also never apologize for yapping!! this was a really good idea and i was hoarding it in my drafts for days, i hope i did it justice🫶)

Makeup Sex with Eddie and Volt

warnings; nsfw/18+, 3sum, Volt is kinda mean to you? (idk i’m still trying to play around with it, idk how mean to make him w/o being ooc), blowjobs, deepthroating, fingering

The way Volts' fingers sink into your dripping hole has you hissing, well it would have had your mouth not been filled to the brim with Eddie’s cock. The male in front of you is biting the inside of his cheek, his hand buried in your hair.

“Quite the pretty girl,” Volt mumbles, “Isn’t she, Eddie? At least she’s got that.”

You’re honestly surprised he had heard you out at all when you’d come back to the Breaker Box. Honestly, he was going to kick you out, but you were quick to explain how you wanted to make it up to them. The guilt on your face was enough to make him pause at least, long enough for you to continue- How you’d do “anything” to make it up to them. You were thinking of cleaning the bar for them or something of that nature, doing the unsavory work that they care for doing themselves!

Volt looked amused and irritated in a way that made you shrink in on yourself when you mentioned maybe helping with the bar, Eddie looked unimpressed, “We might not like that work, but we’d rather do it ourselves. You can make yourself useful in other ways, if you feel so bad about it.” Eddie nods in agreement, still a bit wary of talking to you.

“Oh, um.. Yeah,” You pause, embarrassment written all over your face. Of course, you’d be the last person they wanted fumbling around in their club. Your mind was racing, “What’d you have in mind?” Although you already knew what was going to happen, you pressed your thighs together anxiously as heat filled you, biting your lip just enough to come off as suggestive as you looked up at the two men.

“God, her mouth,” Eddie rumbles as you let out a muffled moan, nose buried in his pubes and against his lower abdomen, hallowing your cheeks while straining to look up at him. One of his hands rests on the top of your head, guiding you up and down the length of his dick. “I didn’t even have to ask you to open up, did I? Shit…” Volt lets out a noise, amused and above it all as he continues fingering you with a cruel rhythm, it’s deep and makes you feel like he’s trying to pick you apart from the inside, but it’s so, so goddamn slow.

The long-haired male tilts his head, bending down to kiss along your spine with a deep chuckle, “Do you think we should forgive you? You hurt us a lot.” He pauses teasingly, listening to your muffled whines, “What do you think, Eddie? I’m not so convinced she deserves that yet.”

“I-“ Eddie grunts when you suck harder, glaring down as you look up at him, “Fuck, whatever. I’ll forgive her as long as she keeps me down that fuckin’ throat.” Volt sighs, rewarding you with a fast crook of his fingers, making your back arch. You allow yourself to become absorbed in pleasuring Eddie, relaxing into Volts’ skilled hands as he massages the deepest parts inside of you. The room is filled with the almost rhythmic wet sounds of your cunt being played with and your throat being fucked.

A whine resounds from deep within your stuffed throat as Volt unceremoniously pulls his fingers out with a wet sound. The sound of a zipper makes your ears perk up, wiggling your hips in hopes of enticing him. The only thing you’re met with, however, is a small but sharp shock to the ass and a chuckle that makes you clench around nothing. “No, no- don’t be stupid, now, and keep still. Eddie may be willing to forgive, but you haven’t quite earned that from me.” He isn’t looking for any answer, busying himself tapping his cock along your folds, sliding against them. “You’re soaked.. Did you come in here like this, hm? For us, or do you come crawling back to everyone you make a little mad, offering yourself up in exchange for forgiveness?”

“Slutty thing,” Volt mutters, one hand firmly on your hip while the other one aligns his cock with your hole. Eddie had stopped thrusting, gripping your hair to keep you from moving your head up. After a minute of teasing- Volt pushing the head just barely inside before pulling away again, tapping against your clit meanly— he finally thrusts in, a groan ripped from his throat.

Eddie, who’d been watching intently, hisses when you gasp in surprise, gagging around his cock as you try to pull away. He doesn’t let you, gripping the back of your head tighter before petting your hair, muttering through gritted teeth, “Nuh-uh, take it. You said you would, remember? So you’re gonna fuckin’ take it.” He wastes no more time, forcefully bobbing your head again, timed with Volts’ harsh and merciless thrusts to ensure you’re always full.

Between the two of them, your mind feels foggy, like your thoughts are being fucked out of your brain- Leaking out every time Volts cock bullies your gushing walls, or when Eddie stuffs his down your throat. The knot building in your lower stomach is tightening, swelling until it feels like you’re going to explode in a hot mess, and the male behind you can tell.

Volt’s grip tightens as his cock pistons in and out, groaning loudly. A small shock to your as has you tightening around him, “Fuck,” he curses, his usually smooth voice rumbling through gritted teeth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Eddie makes a guttural noise, bunching your hair up at the base as his own thrusts become sloppy. It’s hard to focus on any one thing, but deep in the crevices of your mind you manage to realize that Eddie is close, sucking obscenely, harshly while burying your face into him. You reach with one hand, then two, to grab his thighs- having to deliriously trust you’re not going to fall as you pull him closer, moaning as Volt continues fucking your dripping cunt. Eddie tilts his head back, adams apple bobbing as he swallows thickly as you choke around him, “God, you gonna swallow? let me creampie that throat?” He snorts as you gag and moan, rolling his hips further into you, “I might just skip the ‘ignoring you’ part next time you say some stupid shit, go straight to this instead. I’ll have to switch with Volt though, let him get a taste of that mouth…” Eddie trails off, flushed.

The three of you fill the room with wet, sloppy noises, curses and grunts falling almost animalistically from their lips. They’re speeding up, racing to the edge and you’re not far behind- Moaning around Eddie’s thick cock as you cum, black filling your vision for a second as your pussy spasms intensely around Volt. You try to pull back momentarily, but Eddie grabs you and harshly thrusts inside again, crying out freely as he fills your throat, causing you to sputter and tear up before greedily drinking the thick, salty substance down while he finally pulls out.

This is the first time since they started that your mouth has been free of cock, hoarse cries falling from swollen lips as Volt pushes you down into the bed, keeping your ass up. The long-haired male is quick, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he works on pushing himself over, keeping your body still despite its twitches in overstimulated protest.

“Volt,” you babble, near incoherent and raspy, “Please!” The male hisses, speeding up until shooting up your fluttering insides with his cum with stuttering hips. “Shit, fuck, yes! Pretty girl, such a greedy goddamn pussy-“ You don’t quite understand any more of what he’s saying, but it makes your already sensitive hole clench as he continues cursing, slowing down before slowly (very slowly) pulling out.

Volt pants quietly, hands gliding to massage the tender fats of your ass as he watches his cum dribble out and down your thighs. So messy.

Eddie is still in front of you, sitting back and stroking his half-hard cock. He’s recovered fairly fast since painting your throat white, watching intensely as Volt continued screwing you silly into their shared mattress. You’re not so quick, twitching and mumbling into the sheets as Volt rubs your skin- The parts he sent a spark to, however small, in the heat of the moment almost apologetically, although Eddie knows Volt is anything but.

A few more fucks like this, and they may think about forgiving you fully. They’re not so stupid as to not realize you’d meant it when you said you’d do anything for them to forgive you, and they’re no so stupid as to not play into your little bribe.

[date-everything-has-taken-over]

Can you do headcanons for Dorian , Beverly , Betty , Hector , and Shelly with a reader who’s in a band that does a lot of practices at their house

Or anything of that sort of vibe (you can change the characters if you’d like)

I got a very similar ask, so I'll consider this Part 1, then Part 2 (soon) will be the other ask

Dorian🚪

●Not a huge fan at first. Not because he doesn't support you, but because now theres strangers in the house (strangers to him at least)

●Extra on guard, watching everyone carefully, but he relaxes a bit when he realizes your bandmates aren't gonna hurt you or any of the dateables

●He enjoys watching you practice, boping his head to the music

●He's still keeping an eye on everyone, but he's relaxed a bit more relaxed

"They seem like a good bunch. I'll just keep an eye out in case anything gets dodgy"

●He supports you 100%, though. He thinks you're so talented and can't wait for you guys to get big

●Post realization, Dorian would be the bouncer at all your shows, wanting you to stay safe and uninterrupted

Beverly🍺

●She's so happy! Your bandmates coming over means new customers!

●She watches from her bar cart, cheering you on and preparing drinks for when you guys take a break

●What better way to attract customers than a live band!

●It's not all business for her, though. She's genuinely loves watching you practice and wishes she could be there to see you actually perform

●She makes a signature cocktail (or mocktail) inspired by your band. Maybe even themed shots for each member

●After her realization, your band always has a gig at the Tipsy Tumbler

Betty🛌

●Why do I feel like she'd have a thing for musicians? The right music(anything you're playing) just puts her in the mood

●No matter the genre, she's listening alone with a smile and cheering you on

●If you play bass, she 100% makes comments on how skillful your hands are

●She wants to hear all about the gigs your band work, big or small

●Post realization, Betty goes to every performance (and obv gets vip backstage access). If the band is popular, the fans are well aware of your relationship with Betty

Hector💨

●This professional yearner would think you're amazing, no matter what. He's your #1 fan

●He's at every single practice, every rehearsal, even mini jam sessions. He doesn't want to miss a moment of your transcendent performance

●Even if you guys were awful, he's acting like it's the most beautiful music he's heard in his life

●He's also writing chapters and chapters of rockstar homeowner fanfic

●He has all your merch. You don't have merch? Well, you do now, say thank you to Hector and Fantina

●Post realization, Hector is kinda scared to go to your shows, but he has every album and gushes about his favorite band to anyone who will listen

Shelley📚

●Oh hell ya, music gets her pumped up, especially if it's her gorgeous partner

●She's your hypewoman, practically screaming to everyone how awesome you are

●She kind of hopes someone needs to put their stuff on a shelf so she can be involved

●Similer to Betty and Hector, she's blown away regardless of your guys music genre

●If her babeirino needs help carrying any heavy equipment, she's more than happy to help show off

[baylara]

lover

sorority!lara raj x fem!reader, sorority!sophia laforteza x fem!reader

a/n: this is my first fic and not proofread so yeah there might be errors ;-; i’m planning on making a whole katseye sorority au, but this fic is not part of that.

warnings: 18+ only, some angst, cheating, sophia is kinda mean, suggestive material

summary: you reject lara because you’re dating sophia, but neither of them have pure intentions.

fic starts below the cut! (wc: 1.6k)

Lara was used to getting lots of attention from both men and women. There wasn’t a night that she had been alone since the start of her freshman year. “Literally what the fuck is going on?” Lara grumbled to her friends. She was taken aback and pissed off because she had been rejected by you only a couple minutes ago.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with her,” Manon said. “Or you know maybe she’s not into girls.”

“I don’t think so, she was laughing it up when Sophia went up to her after you— still is,” Megan said, looking to where you stood in a more secluded part of the sorority house with Sophia. Manon and Lara followed her gaze. Lara’s fists clenched by her sides— why the fuck were you so comfortable around Sophia? Why couldn’t you give her the same energy, even if you were going to reject her? Maybe Manon was right, there was something very wrong with you.

Lara excused herself, presumably to find someone else since you had wasted her time.

Lara walked out of the party completely thrown off her game. She couldn’t even flirt with anyone properly— still remembering how you effortlessly curbed her flirtations like they didn’t matter. Like she didn’t matter. The worst part was that you weren’t even being mean. You just weren’t interested in going back to her room with her. You were aware of her history and politely declined. The issue was that Lara didn’t take rejection very well— it wasn’t something she was used to at all.

•••

A few days later, Lara was still thinking about you. She was trying so hard not to but the more she tried, the more she remembered. It was one simple interaction, but it was troubling her so much so that she had finally spent the past few nights alone. She didn’t want anyone else in her bed but you, the girl who hadn’t even given her the time of day.

Lara was catching up on some reading on a bench outside the lecture hall. Her head snapped up once she heard you walk by, laughing at something Sophia had said. What was so fucking funny? Why were you and Sophia glued at the hip now? Lara’s grip on her book tightened when she saw Sophia kiss your cheek before you entered the lecture hall.

Lara decided that she was going to confront me about what happened at the party. She puffed her chest up before entering the lecture hall shortly after you. Lara was determined to make you realize how dumb you were, but then— then she saw how cute you looked with your nose buried in your textbook. “Come on, Lara,” she mumbled under her breath trying to rebuild her confidence, but it had all dissipated.

You finally looked up and noticed that Lara had been standing in front of my seat. “Did you need something, Lara?” you asked with a gentle smile that made Lara swoon. Man, Lara wanted you to look up at her like that after going down on her, but no she couldn’t have been thinking such things.

Lara shook her head trying to recollect her thoughts. “How far did you get into the reading?” Lara asked. She wanted to slap herself for asking such a lame question instead of what she wanted to know. Were you and Sophia a thing?

“Oh I finished, I’m just reading the next chapter in the time we have before class. Did you have any questions about it?” you asked.

“No…sorry, I forgot,” Lara said, again wanting to slap herself for saying something soooo lame. She wasn’t supposed to be so boring, she was Lara Raj for fucks sake.

“Oh, okay,” you said awkwardly. “Did you want to sit here with me or something?” you asked politely. Lara froze. Say no, say no, say no she told herself. But then you cleared the space beside you and looked up at her like that. How could she ever say no to you in this position? Lara slipped into the seat beside you as you both waited for the professor to come in and start class. She thought you were done talking until then but then you piped up, “So you and Sophia are in the same sorority, right?”

“Yeah,” Lara said dryly. Sophia was the president of the sorority she was in, actually. “She’s a bitch.”

“I’ve heard,” you giggled lightly. Lara perked up slightly since she had finally made you laugh. “She can be sweet though, but that might just be because I’m her girlfriend,” you said with a sigh. And there it was- a blow that Lara should’ve been expecting. You had rejected her because you were dating her sorority sister, the one she already despised for being so strict.

Before the conversation could continue further, the professor walked in to begin her lecture. All Lara knew was that she wanted you even more now that you were technically off limits.

•••

Later that night at the sorority house, Lara caught Sophia kissing you goodbye. God, she was so gentle with you, it made Lara want to puke. If Lara was in her position, she would be sure to show you how hungry she was for you. Lara thought you looked like you could handle the rough treatment. It was truly a shame that Sophia wasn’t handling you like that… Lara would.

Lara looked away before either of you could notice her staring, but she heard the door click- indicating you had left followed by Sophia’s footsteps as she went upstairs. A few moments later Lara went up so that she could relax in her room when she heard Sophia talking about you in her room with someone else- sounded like Daniela.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Daniela asked. Lara looked around and noticed no one else was around before pressing her ear up to the door. “I mean, she’s a sweet girl and at first I was also on board with the idea, but it’s gone on way too long.” From the sounds of it, it seemed like Daniela and Sophia were having an affair but then-

“Look, I would’ve dropped her a long time ago, but Grant still hasn’t come back to me,” Sophia said with an annoyed sigh. Lara knew Grant, he was Sophia’s ex-boyfriend. It finally began clicking, Sophia was using you to make her ex jealous- in hopes he would come begging for her back.

Lara backed away from the door and headed into her room, she had heard enough. Lara felt bad for you. She could tell that you genuinely liked Sophia, which pissed her off because maybe there was some part of her that liked you.

•••

Lara almost told you what Sophia’s plans were, but her friends advised her against it. If Sophia found out, Lara would be thrown out of the sorority. Would it really even be that big of a deal if that did happen, though? Lara found herself asking that question whenever she saw me, so she stopped talking to me altogether. She began flirting with a different person everyday again, she was back to her old self. Lara should’ve been happy, so why wasn’t she?

“You’re avoiding me,” you said one day, managing to catch up to her.

“Why would I care to avoid you?” Lara asked sarcastically. “It’s not like we were ever friends or something. We sat together once and have only had a handful of conversations.”

“Right,” you said softly, stepping back from her. Lara immediately regretted her words when she saw the hurt in your eyes. She reached out but you were already gone.

•••

At the next sorority party, Lara already had a girl in her lap. She honestly couldn’t even remember her name so she avoided addressing her. All she was focused on was how Sophia was making out with you in the middle of the dance floor. You looked so flustered when Sophia pulled away and immediately excused herself, leaving you in the middle of the dance floor. For a brief second your eyes locked with Lara’s before you immediately looked away and got lost in the crowd.

“Hey!” the girl with Lara said in an offended tone when Lara pushed her off her lap to go find you. Lara didn’t bother with her and made her way through the swarm of bodies. She finally found you on the balcony, overlooking the yard.

“Everything okay?” Lara asked, reaching out for you. You seemed frozen in place. She stepped closer to the railing and followed your gaze. There it was: Sophia and Grant kissing sloppily. Lara saw that you were silently crying and placed a hand on your shoulder before slowly guiding you away from the scene. Her hand grabbed onto yours and led you out of the sorority house. “Let me walk you back to your dorm,” Lara offered and you nodded silently.

Lara walked beside me, noticing how you were clutching your arms like you were cold. She didn’t have a jacket so she wrapped an arm around you. Lara was worried about your reaction but you didn’t say anything.

She hated seeing you like this. When you rejected her a few weeks back, Lara would’ve loved to see you feel reduced down to this pathetic state. Now, she wanted to kill Sophia for making you feel this way.

“Thank you,” you said hoarsely once you were outside your dorm room.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lara said. Part of her was hoping that you would invite her in, so she could— honestly she didn’t even know what she wanted to do to you anymore. Just something, but you didn’t. “Call me if you need anything,” Lara offered and you nodded, mumbling out another ‘thanks’ in response.

Lara hesitantly walked away. Maybe one day you would reach out to her. Hopefully.

[jollyhunter]

Aight, let's get down to this. *cracks knuckles* (not in the riot starting kinda way).

Okay, I'm ready for the Angst.

Have you ever noticed that closing your eyes and counting to ten does little when you're talking to the most odious person alive?

Your intros always take me off guard in the most hilarious way 🤣 Just like this;

2. You brought a tuna fish sandwich from home and he could somehow smell it two floors down.

I mean. I can almost understand how that one can be annoying. But I don't want to agree with the Warden and therefore I'll let it slip 😂

At least on paper, the things you'd done in your head were a little more PG-13 than the Warden needed to know about. Hell, you still were trying your best not to let your mind go to those places.

LOL I love this reader so much. She's got that Golden Retriever / Sunshine personality but in her head she's just as naughty as all of us 🤭 ... Good thing the Warden can't read minds. The things he'd see there 😂

You briefly wonder if he's always been like this or if he's having marital problems that he projects on everyone else.

Bahaha - definitely the latter. My old highschool teacher was the same. Absolute ass. The day his wife dropped by, we all knew why 🤣 (didn't justify it though and neither did we feel sorry for him lol)

Looks like somebody has been talking to my mother.

LMAO - not me instantly imagining her mother and the Warden meeting up every Wednesday for a cuppa afternoon tea to gossip about her daughter

'the douchebag professor who thinks that he knows everything, but really just stares down your blouse and likes keeping you quiet and submissive.'

What an accurate way to describe a pose we all immediately recognize 😂 (and has us recoil and clench our jaws). You always manage to describe things in such unique ways which are either beautiful or have me crack up LOL!

This is much worse than someone stealing my chocolate, and that's saying something.

This reader is growing on me. She's got her priorities set right 😂 and her heart is in the right place 💗 She really is the perfect opposites-attract puzzle piece to Mark isn't she?

"I'm sure Walker will have a lot of fun getting his hands on a pretty little thing like you, with no one to stop him and no one to hear you scream. And for men like him," Something dark flickers in his eyes sending a shudder down your spine as he leans down towards you. "Hearing those screams makes them feel alive."

Okay I just wanted to throttle the Warden at this point. The fact that he says these things even though he knows that Walker's not a real criminal, just makes this ten times more disgusting. I hope he gets kicked in the family jewels in a riot or somebody knocks him over with his car!

Walker's eyes have gone dark, the playful gleam you'd grown to love vanishing, his mischievous smirk morphed into an angry scowl as he throws his fist into the other inmate's face. Blood flecks over his cheeks and across his knuckles, and despite the guards that try to pull him off the other man, Walker fights back hard.

HERE COMES THE MISUNDERSTANDIG - OH NO.

Also, very clever how you played with the canon scene here! I love how we all try to integrate those and give them a different twist or perspective 😄 (I've got something planned with that one as well 🤭)

Like when you switched to Mark's perspective and played the entire scene once more. Genius move!! And so effective!!

She wears crazy socks for fucks sake! A woman like her should be working in one of the top hospitals in the country, not here!

EXACTLY. And that's why she fits you so well, Mark! You're like a pair of mismatched socks! (I LOVE his internal monologues so much, overall his entire perspective was so intriguing and well done - I don't know about you but I felt like you nailed his character!!)

Because where could this go? He finally gets out of prison only to tell you that he's on death row? A dead man walking? Might as well just throw him right back in the fucking clink, he was already waiting out a death sentence and as long as he was making some kind of difference who cares?

NO - MARK STAHP IT. His final thoughts on this and with the misunderstanding on top?? Oh man, the next chapter is going to hit hard, I can already smell the angst. Why are you doing this to us! 😭 (jk, you know I love it)

He hated the days that he let another inmate land a punch only to find the buffoon with the duct taped Nikes waiting for him in the infirmary. Talk about disappointing.

Sorry but this had me snort, poor Mark! 🤣

What an awesome second chapter to this storyline, Lee! 🥰 It started out comedic and took an angsty turn real fast. I am kinda scared of the next one now lol! But I also want to know what's going to happen next. Will the misunderstanding lead to even more misunderstandings?? Will we get introduced to the duct taped Nikes buffoon? Will she be scared of Mark / Walker now and the Warden's going to be all like "Told you so." ? 😭

I Want To Be The One To Light Up The Dark In You

Pairing: Mark Meachum x f!reader, Reader POV, Mark Meachum POV

Summary: As much as you hate to admit it, the Warden might be right. This is the second fic in my Jailhouse Rock Series!

Tropes: Slow Burn, Forbidden Love, A Smidge Of Touch Her And Die Trope, Mutual Pining.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Manspreading 😒, Mentions of Sex/ Sexual Innuendo, Mentions of Blood and Prison Fights, Cursing, Angst, Inmate Says A Few *ahem* Unpleasant Things, Warden Also Says A Few Unpleasant Things, Reader trying not to be in love with a hot man in prison? Mark might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n! I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite! I'm just starting to write for Mark, so please be gentle.

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

Listen While You Read 🚨: Light Up The Dark By Gabrielle Aplin title of fic is taken from this song!

Jailhouse Rock Playlist 🚨

Main Masterlist

Jailhouse Rock Masterlist

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you so much everyone for all the reblogs and the wonderful feedback on part one of this fic series! I'm so happy that so many of you have decided to strap in to this angsty ride! 😊

Reader POV

Have you ever noticed that closing your eyes and counting to ten does little when you're talking to the most odious person alive?

That by some miracle, closing your eyes and pretending that they aren't there standing in front of you, breathing the same air, chattering on and on in the most annoying and condescending voice about something that makes your teeth grind down together and your insides suddenly want to be your outsides will help you find some way to maintain your composure?

Right now you wished it did.

Black coffee steamed from the ancient chipped mug sitting on the tanker desk in front of you, curling and twisting in the mid-day sun that floated through the barred windows of the Warden's office.

It did little to obscure the man scowling at you from under his mustache, but you wished that by some miracle the steam would grow into a cloud to hide you from the judgmental gaze of your employer.

What you'd done, you had no idea, but you noticed that the warden was often pulling you into his office to discuss things that seemed trivial in the grand scheme of things.

Things like:

You forgot to clean off your desk before you went home.

You brought a tuna fish sandwich from home and he could somehow smell it two floors down.

Your socks were distracting and therefore counterproductive to the work environment.

Basically, the warden was the mean cheerleader who dated all the jocks and never grew up.

Lovely.

So when he called you into his office you knew you were in for another tongue lashing that would later make you roll your eyes so hard that they'd get stuck in the back of your head.

He sits across from you, hands entwined on the top of his desk, beady eyes skating across you as if he can sense your internal monologue.

"I hear that you had to patch up Walker again yesterday." He says it like an accusation, as if it isn't your job to take care of the inmates, to patch them up when things get a little too fight club for your taste.

No disrespect to Brad Pitt and Ed Norton of course.

"Yes sir."

You'd learned by now to call him anything other than Warden or Sir would earn you a taste of the famous anger (re temper tantrums) the Warden had.

You'd been on the receiving end of them far too many times and despite not caring if he was mad at you or not, you didn't have time to sit here in his office and wait around, not when you were trying to leave early because your sister Margo and you had your weekly book club meeting tonight at your apartment.

The Warden takes a sip of his coffee, mustache rippling over the curve of the chipped cup, not breaking eye contact with you as he does.

There's an odd energy in the room, something oppressive and faintly masculine. It's cloying presence pulls at your limbs, shifts over the dark wood cabinet behind the desk, and drags over the concrete slab floor that ran the length of the prison. It was the same kind of energy that you'd only found in your physics professor's office, the one who told you that you'd never be able to pass his course with your academic record and you then spent the semester proving him wrong.

The walls of his office are painted in the same dreary gray that ghosted along the infirmary. You supposed that it was to make the room look bigger, but it only made it feel small, choking.

Instead of closing your eyes and counting to ten, you busy yourself with reading the titles of the books that line the dark wooden cabinet behind the Warden's head.

Anything is better than looking into those creepy beady eyes.

Especially not when you knew that the Warden was fishing for something to hold over you. Even though the only thing you'd done with Walker was your job. At least on paper, the things you'd done in your head were a little more PG-13 than the Warden needed to know about. Hell, you still were trying your best not to let your mind go to those places.

The Warden's gaze shifts over your body again. It worms beneath your skin, oppressive, squirmy. It was the same look that he gave the rest of the inmates within the walls of the prison to keep them in submission. You briefly wonder if he's always been like this or if he's having marital problems that he projects on everyone else.

"I also hear that you've been-" He clears his throat, beady eyes on you. "a little more friendly with him." His lip curls up in distaste at the word "friendly."

Oh so that's what this is about.

You choose to let your face remain impassive, not giving the man across from you eyeing you like a predatory bird the satisfaction.

"Sir?"

The Warden stands from his desk. "Do you know what the most dangerous thing in our profession is?"

"Shanks?"

The word came out before you could stop it, slipping out with the ghost of a smile on your lips.

His frown deepens. "Now isn't the time for your exhaustive wit."

Looks like somebody has been talking to my mother.

He comes around the desk, every step measured, before finally he's leaning against the front in the ultimate form of man-spreading, the highest level, also known as 'the douchebag professor who thinks that he knows everything, but really just stares down your blouse and likes keeping you quiet and submissive.'

"It's getting comfortable, believing that they can be your friends, not seeing them for what they really are-"

"What they really are?"

"Inconveniences, nuisances, trash, rubbish- the undesirables." The Warden shrugs. "But what they can never be is your friends."

Your jaw tightens.

The truth was, you had heard all of this before from your mother, usually when she was trying to talk you out of keeping your job at the prison.  She'd told you countless times how all of the inmates didn't deserve you as a doctor and therefore you should move on, but you couldn't. You took an oath to help people, to heal, to care, and you felt like you were where you needed to be.

The bigger problem, was hearing this kind of talk from someone who not only was supposed to oversee and run the prison, but also see the worth of his job, of seeing the positives as well as the negatives. He was not supposed to look down on the inmates.

Who does he think he is? The President of the United States?! He has no right to judge these men that way. Not when he's supposed to be the voice of reason, the leader, the one person in this damn prison who actually gives a fuck.

"Sir-" Anger flares in your chest, beating against your ribcage like the wings of a bird.

"Come on." He stands from the desk and walks to his office door behind him.

"What?"

"I want to show you something."

The Warden doesn't wait for you, in fact he continues to walk down the maze of hallways with you running to catch up with him. You had no idea why he couldn't just chew you out in his office for something that you didn't deserve to be chewed out for.

For actually giving a shit about his inmates... well maybe caring a little bit too much.

Your thoughts immediately shift to Walker as they always did whenever all went quiet in your mind and you couldn't think of anyone else.

There was a little part of you that you didn't want to heed, the rational part of your brain that said that Walker was playing you like a fiddle, that he didn't care about you and all he wanted was to charm you so it would be easier for him to use you.

That part usually warred with the other part, the part that kept letting the green-eyed man slip into your thoughts when you felt discouraged and disappointed by the other men in your life that never quite seemed to get you.

The Warden opens a door at the end of the hallway, the brilliant sunlight blinding you for a moment, before you realize that the two of you are standing in the inner gate looking out onto the yard.

Inmates mill around in groups while others move in a grayish blue blur through the crowds with the sun baking from above. Some play a game of basketball in the far corner while others lift weights.

Dust kicks up in twisted clouds around their feet with the wind that blows from the East, wicking the sweat that gathers on the back of your neck. Grass pushes up through the coarse earth in sporadic patches only to be stomped into submission by the white canvas prison regulation tennis shoes the inmates wore. The murmur of the prisoners, the heavy clink of weights, and bounce of a basketball against pavement is lost on the wind.

You find Walker almost immediately. It’s a compulsion, like magnets, as if you can’t help but look for the scruffy green-eyed man who’s entered your subconscious despite all the times you’ve told yourself that it can’t happen. Your mind automatically seeking him out for some relief, a bad habit you can't seem to break.

He's sitting on top of one of the concrete picnic tables on the far end of the yard, talking to a younger guy with hair so black it's almost the color of charcoal.

The breeze rustles through Walker's hair that blazes a honeyed chestnut in the mid-day sun, the same sun that paints his body in a golden glow. You know that if you were standing beside him you’d be able to see the flecks of gold like falling stars around his eyes, that crinkle with his boisterous laugh.

Walker laughs at something the dark-haired inmate says, his warm chuckle somehow finding the curve of your ear as if he's standing right next to you and even though you haven’t been able to hear anything else it comes across clear as day.

An alarm bell goes off in your head, because you know this is crazy. You knew better than to start thinking about an inmate the way you thought about Walker. Even if he was incredibly charming, funny, and had eyes that seemed to see through everything you were.

Damn it.

There was only one place that this could head, and it was already circling the drain, you just needed to pull the plug before you were in too deep.

Feels like it might be too late for that.

Walker's gaze flicks up from his companion to you, finding your eyes within seconds of you finding him, as if he sensed it. You hold his gaze, a smile twitching at the end of his mouth just for a moment, before he looks back at the man beside him. If you’d blinked you would have missed it.

Unfortunately, the Warden didn't miss it either.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about." He says.

"What?"

"You give them too much leash."

"They're not dogs." You grumble under your breath.

"You're right. They're not. They're wolves." The Warden spits, eyes narrowed as he turns to look at you. He takes a step in your direction, backing you up against the chain link fence. "You can't tame them and the second you turn your back, they'll rip your throat out."

His eyes are two blackened pits, the sunlight no longer a soft glow, but a striking white that blinds you momentarily as you look up into his face. The planes of his face are sharpened in the dark shadow of his gray cowboy hat. He looks every bit the Warden role he'd chosen to play.

"You don't know that. Just because they're prisoners does not make them any less human than you and me!" You snap back.

Anger flared red hot beneath your skin, bubbling up from the pit of your stomach like a volcano ready to erupt. You hated the way that he spoke about the inmates, haughty, prideful, arrogant, as if they were below him somehow when all they were was just men. Men who maybe had made a few mistakes, but you were willing to believe that with the bad came the good, that not all of them could be psychos that were locked up for the "betterment of society."

"Yes I do. I've been here a hell of a lot longer than you. See this happen time and time again." He snarls taking another step towards you. The chain link cuts through the back of you scrubs, harsh and unyielding, meant to keep the inmates in but somehow now feel like it's trying to keep you out. "Let me guess, you think that life has been unkind to them. That not one of them deserves to be within these walls."

"That's not what I'm-"

"Did I say that I was done?" He barks.

Your jaw tenses so tightly together that you're sure you'll get TMJ.

He spoke to you like you were a little girl who'd done something wrong and was sent to the principal's office as if you were living in some imaginary world filled with rainbows and unicorns or still believed in Santa.

There were only a few moments in your life that you admitted to absolutely hating someone, and this would go right on the list as number five. Number one was Sally Caruthers in second grade who took your pudding cup at snack time.

This is much worse than someone stealing my chocolate, and that's saying something.

But worse still was that he was assuming you only saw the good in the world, but he was wrong. Your father had told you enough stories from his job growing up, things that were said to you in warning to prepare you for when you struck out on your own. You weren't naïve, far from it, but you didn't believe that everyone was rotten to the core, you wanted to believe that everyone had some good hidden somewhere.

It was that way with Walker. You'd seen his file, knew what he did, but there was a part of you that wanted to believe that he wasn't all bad.

The thought stutters to a halt.

Do I really believe that? Or do I think that just because of the way he's always nice to me… Only when he needs something.

You glance over your shoulder to look at where Walker is sitting with the other inmate, but instead of being locked in conversation, Walker's entire body has gone rigid.

He's staring at where the Warden has you cornered against the chain length fence, eyes dark, with his hand curled against the concrete slab that serves as the top of the table pulled so tight that his knuckles look white. Something dark dances in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine.

You’d never seen him like that before. Easy smiles, windswept hair, green eyes so bright they seemed to dance yes. But this? Seeing Walker with something akin to murder in his eyes, never.

It made your throat tighten.

"You think they hate being in here? That it’s some dark twist of fate that they’re imprisoned here?” The Warden asks with a sneer. "They aren’t. In here they think they're kings, gods, who assert their power however they see fit. Because out there they are nothing,  but in here they think they're untouchable, and Walker is the worst of them all."

"You don't know that-" Your voice comes out in a whisper, heart sinking.

"I do." The Warden towers over you, placing one of his hands against the unyielding metal of the chain-length fence. His fingers curl into the space to cage you in. The warmth of his breath wafts across your face, bringing the distinct smell of coffee.

It made your stomach feel like it was flopping around, a fish out of water.

"He doesn't give a shit about you, none of the prisoners do. It might be all smiles and jokes now, but the second the status quo changes, the exact moment there aren't any guards looking, no one to stop him, well-" The Warden smiles cruelly. "I'm sure Walker will have a lot of fun getting his hands on a pretty little thing like you, with no one to stop him and no one to hear you scream. And for men like him," Something dark flickers in his eyes sending a shudder down your spine as he leans down towards you. "Hearing those screams makes them feel alive."

The sunlight soaking into your bones has suddenly gone cold, fear tracing along the curve of your spine with a chilled fingertip.

Memories of the stories your father told you from years in this world come whispering against your ear, stories that used to keep your sister up at night and made her the kind of woman that had a bright pink keychain loaded with every self-defense tool known to man.

When you'd taken this job your father had issued the same warning, told you about the dangers of desperate men who had nothing to lose.

"They're wrong," He'd said one night while the two of you watched an episode of the Walking Dead, sighing at the screen. "Men like that don't come around when everything falls apart. They already exist and the dangerous ones aren't the ones that wear it proudly on their sleeves. The dangerous ones are the men who hide in plain sight with easy smiles and gentle touches, because when they flip the switch, you don't see it coming."

On some level you knew that the Warden was right, men like that existed everywhere, but you didn't want to believe that Walker was one of them. Just as you didn't want to believe that everyone was out to get you all the time, that would lead to a very lonely existence, a sad and somewhat dark existence.

A flash of Walker's dark eyes comes roaring back through your subconscious before you can stop it. In his gaze you hadn't seen the Walker you knew, you'd seen someone else. And the longer you thought about it, the more it snagged in your chest that maybe Walker wasn't as charming as he let on and maybe he was getting you exactly where he wanted before the façade dropped.

An alarm sounds from across the yard, shattering through the sounds of mid-day and sending the crows that gathered on the top of the barbed wire fences flocking across the sun.

"Look at him." The Warden grabs your shoulder and turns you around so fast that you feel dizzy for a moment. "You think that man is a puppy? He's a damn wolf in sheep's clothing sweetheart and the second you turn your back they'll be nothing you can do."

Your gaze focuses on Walker, who sits atop another inmate splayed out beneath him on the ground. Walker's eyes have gone dark, the playful gleam you'd grown to love vanishing, his mischievous smirk morphed into an angry scowl as he throws his fist into the other inmate's face. Blood flecks over his cheeks and across his knuckles, and despite the guards that try to pull him off the other man, Walker fights back hard.

His eyes flicker across the yard once again finding you, but this time it doesn't bring the same warmth that it usually does, all it does is bring the chill scuttling down the length of your spine. Because the man staring back at you, has not one shred of the Walker you know, and it brings the doubt surging back up to swallow you whole.

Mark POV

*Five Minutes Ago*

It was moments like this that Mark hated being undercover.

He wasn't one to complain, and truthfully he liked a lot of things about being undercover: the improv as he slipped into character, the bravado he exuded, the rush of adrenaline that snapped and crackled through his veins when things were going his way and also the same lightning bolt that energized him when things weren't…

But not right now.

Especially not now.

It wasn't the sun that baked against his freckled skin, it wasn't the inmates that whispered death threats under their breath whenever they passed or the ones that actually had the balls to act on, it wasn't the chill that came in the dead of night creeping beneath the metal doors and seeped through the cinderblock when he tried to tug the hole riddled blanket up over his body, and it wasn't the headache that pinched between his eyebrows, the same headaches that came at the most inopportune times and reminded him of the thing he was trying to forget.

The axe that hung over the chopping block, the ticking time bomb in his head with a nuclear level countdown sequence that no one could stop.

But he wasn't thinking about any of that, all he was thinking about was you.

Mark knew the second you appeared on the edge of the chain length fence enclosing the yard following after the Warden something was wrong.

Because you weren't smiling.

There was never one moment that Mark had seen you with a frown on your face, not when each time you smiled he felt something deep down inside of him break open and flood the cavity in his chest with warmth. Which only made him feel a hell of a lot of guilt. He was undercover for fucks sake, he needed to focus on what he was doing not get distracted by someone like you…

But he was.

You were so unlike any person he'd ever met, someone who shouldn't exist somewhere like this. Not with your sincere smiles, warm personality, and genuine caring attitude that you carried with you through the dismal halls of the prison. It was almost like there was this one bright light that flickered and shone despite the thick mortar and cinderblock that enclosed the rest of the inmates, a light that could so easily be blown out at a moment's notice.

She wears crazy socks for fucks sake! A woman like her should be working in one of the top hospitals in the country, not here!

And Mark knew that he shouldn't care about you as much as he did, not when he was undercover and especially not because his days were numbered.

Because where could this go? He finally gets out of prison only to tell you that he's on death row? A dead man walking? Might as well just throw him right back in the fucking clink, he was already waiting out a death sentence and as long as he was making some kind of difference who cares?

What was the point if he couldn't give you what you deserved?

But that did nothing to stop you from slipping into his subconscious. The sound of your laugh a soothing melody, the brief glimpse of your smile like a star falling from heaven, and the gentle touch of your fingers over his skin a calming balm whenever you patched him up.

Mark had to keep reminding himself that you were nothing but a distraction, not to mention a complication that he never saw coming, blindsided by your kindness and gentle demeanor.

I'm a fucking professional not some cockeyed rookie. I've done this multiple times why is she different!? Why now?

Mark tried his hardest not to think about you, not when he was supposed to be focused on the job, but he couldn't help it, he worried about you constantly.

Worried that some other inmate or even one of the guards here would catch you alone unaware. Worried that you wouldn't pick up on the signals until it was too late and there was nowhere for you to go and Mark couldn't get to you in time.

Anything could happen in this prison, hell, Mark had seen quite a few things happen already and he couldn't bear the thought of you being involved in any of them.

Mark saw the way the others watched you when they noticed you walking down the hallways, saw the way that even the guards gazes lingered on your form whenever they brought Mark to the infirmary.

And as much as it hurt to get into fights, it was the only way that Mark could ensure seeing that you were okay, that you were still here. He hated the days that he let another inmate land a punch only to find the buffoon with the duct taped Nikes waiting for him in the infirmary.

Talk about disappointing.

Mark also tried not to think too hard that the other reason he went to see you was that it felt so damn good, that he couldn't go without seeing you at least once per week. He felt like an addict of the worst kind, but if this was an addiction he wasn't sure he ever wanted to quit, not when seeing you smile made Mark forget everything wrong in his fucked up life.

The sun kissed your skin giving it a brilliant glow and framing the curves of your body so well that Mark was sure if he closed his eyes the imprint would be stamped across the inside of his eyelids, the wind rustled through the strands of your hair pulling it freely into your face, and Mark dropped his eyes to your ankles barely catching a glimpse of the cactus socks hidden in your pair of signature converse, but still you don't smile.

An ugly feeling swarmed in the pit of Mark's stomach when his gaze drifted to the Warden. He was standing a little too close for Mark's comfort, towering over you, and Mark didn't like the way you seemed to curl slightly in on yourself, folding beneath the Warden's gaze.

He couldn't hear what you two were talking about, but he could sure as hell guess.

Mark's hand curls around the concrete table top of the picnic table when the Warden takes another step in your direction, pressing you further against the fence.

White hot rage begins to flood through his body, the urge to protect you breaking through the little voice inside that was telling him to let you go, let it go, that he's about to blow his cover for all the wrong reasons.

Fuck.

Mark hated the Warden, knew how much of an asshole he was the second Mark met with him before he went undercover, and Mark hated the way you looked.

You looked small.

Mark had never seen you look anything but happy, your laugh always making something inside of Mark feel like he was slowly sliding into a sun soaked beach chair on a remote island.

But not now. Now Mark wanted to stride over there, throw it all away, and nail the Warden once in face for saying whatever the hell it was that he was saying to you, because Mark knew that it wasn't good. It couldn't be, not when the look on your face was something between anger and hurt.

"Yo Walker!" An inmate cat-calls, but Mark ignores him.

Mark is in too deep and he knows it, but he can't look away from you. He's too busy trying to read the Warden's lips to care what someone else says to him.

"Looks like the Warden's got his eye on your little bitch." The inmate continues.

Mark's head snaps in the direction of said inmate, Luis, the man that had come to see you after him yesterday. He was at least three times Mark's size, his mouth splitting in a wide toothless smile on his goon-like face, the snake tattoo that curves up over his left eye flashing in the sunlight, offsetting the black and blue marks around his nose that mirrored the black eye on Mark's face.

"Fuck off."

"Ooo, touchy." Luis continues, rubbing one hand over his bald, sweaty forehead. Mark watches his gaze flick back in your direction, raking over your body without your knowledge. You were far too focused on the Warden who had cornered you against the chain-length fence like you were some kind of animal. "I'll say this, she's cute. Got that kind of body I wouldn't mind having all to myself. Bet she'd moan my name real pretty."

Mark's teeth grit together so hard he can hear the grinding in his ears, but he doesn't give in.

Don't play his game. Don't blow this because of her-

Chen looks from Mark to Luis, eyes wide. He had just started to trust Mark, and Mark didn't want to throw that all away so he ignores the man egging him on and instead watches where you are with the Warden.

"Fuck, I got a semi the other day when she was patching me up." Luis continues, taking another step towards Mark with two of his goons flanking him. "Her hands are so soft, I can't imagine what it'd feel like if she put those hands all over my co-"

The rest of his sentence is lost in the haze of red that washes over Mark's mind. He doesn't remember rising from the picnic table, doesn’t remember tackling Luis to the ground, and doesn't remember the first punch he throws into his face or the second or the third.

All he knows is that the moment the guards pull him off of Luis, whose nose is now broken for the second time, and his eyes find yours across the yard, and he sees the look of horror that crosses your face is that he messed up. Because Mark can lie to himself all day long, tell himself that he doesn't care about you, but seeing you look at him like that makes him want to throw all of this away.

And that's what scares him the most, because he can't, not when this is all he is and ever can be and you're everything else.

A/N: Just a tinsy bit of angst, a sprinkle if you will... Yes I know canonically that the Warden knows that Mark is undercover, I just wanted to make the Warden an even bigger jerk for warning her about Mark.

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[bitchinbarzal]

FIC idea!!! Some little girls at preschool didn’t let sloane play with them and they were kinda “bullying” her. Sloane went home sad and told Joe and Y/N and Joe got mad and went to the school to talk to the teachers about it❤️

You knew something was off the moment Sloane walked out of her classroom.

No bounce in her step. No breathless chatter about story time or what color Play-Doh she picked. Just quiet little feet and a tight grip on her lunchbox as she trudged toward you.

“Hey, Bug,” you said gently, crouching down to her level. “Rough day?”

She nodded, eyes trained on the floor.

You reached for her hand. “Wanna talk about it?”

She shook her head no, not yet.

So you didn’t push. You buckled her in, passed her a snack, and gave her space. But your chest was tight all the way home.

Joe got home just after dinner, fresh from the facility, his hoodie still half-zipped. The second he stepped through the door, Sloane made a beeline for him and climbed into his arms like she’d been waiting all day.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked immediately, pressing a kiss to her hair. “You missed me extra today?”

She tucked her head under his chin. “They didn’t let me play.”

Joe stilled. “Who didn’t?”

“The girls,” she mumbled. “I asked real nice, I did. I said, ‘Can I play too?’ and they said no. Said I wasn’t in the game. Then they laughed.”

Joe pulled back just enough to see her face. Her little nose was scrunched up, and her eyes were wet. “Did you tell your teacher?”

“No,” she said, voice small. “I didn’t wanna get in trouble.”

Joe looked at you over her shoulder. His jaw tightened.

“No one’s gonna be mad at you, Sloanie,” you assured her gently. “But it’s really important to tell someone when you feel left out or hurt.”

“They said I was weird,” she added suddenly, barely above a whisper. “And one said I talk funny. I don’t, do I?”

Joe’s heart cracked. “No, Bug. You talk perfect. You talk like you.”

Sloane rubbed at her eyes. “I was real good today. I was brave. But it made my heart sad.”

Joe stood with her still in his arms. “Okay,” he said. “Tomorrow? Me and you, we’re going to school together. And we’re gonna talk to your teacher. Deal?”

Her eyes went wide. “You’re coming with me?”

“Of course I am,” he said softly. “You’re my best girl. I’m not gonna let anybody make you feel small.”

You nodded, quietly proud. “And we’ll make sure your teachers help fix it, baby. You deserve to feel safe and happy there.”

The next morning, Joe held her hand a little tighter walking in.

He spoke calmly but firmly to the preschool teacher, explaining what Sloane had told him. Not accusing, not yelling but just protective in that uniquely Joe way.

The teacher was apologetic. Assured him it’d be addressed. Promised to keep an extra eye out during playtime.

Sloane squeezed his fingers the whole time.

When they walked back to the car, she looked up at him with wide, grateful eyes. “You didn’t get mad,” she said softly. “Not too mad.”

“I got just the right amount of mad,” Joe said, buckling her in. “Because you matter. And people don’t get to be mean to you.”

She nodded. “I was brave again today.”

“You’re brave every day, Bug,” he said. “But next time something like that happens? You tell a teacher. Or you tell me. Always. You don’t have to hold it in.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“And one more thing?” he added, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “There is nothing weird about you. You’re the coolest, kindest, funniest kid I know.”

She smiled at last. “I like the way I talk.”

“Good,” Joe said. “Because I love it.”

When Joe told the story at practice the following day, a voice called, “Oh hell nah! I’m riding at dawn for lil B.”

[starlight-and-whiskey]

Request idea if it inspires you! - a fluffy Arthur x reader where she’s got a real, respectable job in town or something and Arthur’s all clingy in the morning and trying to convince her not to leave bed for work. xx

I hope this is the kinda thing you were after! Thank you so much for requesting! The Worst

Arthur Morgan is an immovable object first thing in the morning, at least when he’s nestled in the comfort of your bed. All thick muscle wrapped around you and a broad, bare chest pressed tight to your back. A warm and heavy thigh hooked lazily over your legs in a tangling of limbs, and clean, white linens pooled at the expanse of his hips. 

Sunlight spilled through the windows, and you blinked awake to a morning that had come far too soon. A second passed in mild confusion at the sleep warmed skin pressed against you before realisation dawned that Arthur’s presence hadn’t merely been the sweet conjurings of a pleasant dream. With a contented sigh, you traced your fingertips along the scarred forearms that wound around your frame, pressing a soft kiss to the freshly healed skin of his crooked knuckles, committing the new marks to memory. Arthur had arrived last night, without ceremony or expectation but with a lopsided grin and dirty boots, falling into the familiar routine of feigned domesticity. A hot bath. A hearty meal. An evening warmed with tales of his travels as the fire crackled and popped in the hearth. 

As the chime of birdsong fluttered through the window, you found yourself resenting their usually welcome tune, a signal that responsibilities awaited, that the world didn’t stop just because Arthur Morgan had decided to drop by. No matter how much you wished it would.

Carefully, you began the delicate process of extricating yourself from Arthur’s grip. 

Steady… steady now. 

One foot emerged from the tangle of sheets as your fingers braced against the edge of the mattress, your teeth grazing your bottom lip. 

You’d barely managed to put an inch between you when Arthur gave a gravel-rough groan, his arms tightening around you like a vice. His face buried against your shoulder blade, a soft smile curving your lips at the coarse scrape of his stubble catching on your skin and the warm puff of sleep-thickened breathing against the loose curls of your hair. 

“Don’t even think about it,” he mumbled.

 “Arthur, I have to get up.”

His grip tightened just a fraction as he breathed you in, nuzzling his nose against the nape of your neck.

“No, you don’t.”

"Yes. I do", you chuckled. "I gotta go to work."

“I got money. You don’t need a job.”

“I like my job.”

With a resigned huff, he reluctantly released you, blinking through the golden sunbeams that had no right to signal an end to this perfect morning so damn soon. “Besides”, you whispered, rolling over and reaching up to trace your fingers lazily over the edge of his stubbled jaw, taking in the way he let his eyes slip shut for a moment and turned his face into your palm. “Someone in this relationship has to be respectable.”

“Mm…”, he moaned softly as you brushed your lips against his. “Goddamn if I don’t love you respectable.”

Arthur watched as you dressed, a bulky arm threaded beneath the pillow and a subtle smile kinking the corner of his lip. A whisper escaped his lips, barely there, a murmur caught on the soft caress of the breeze. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I know”, you grinned as you slipped the clasp of your skirt into place. “Will you still be here tonight?”

Arthur sucked a breath in through his teeth, feigning contemplation as he shook his head in a half shrug and a poorly concealed smirk. “I don’t know. I mean, you are abandoning me right now.”

“Oh, ha ha. I truly am a heartless woman, ain’t I?”, you quipped back with a wry smile as you settled back on the edge of the bed for a moment. 

His teasing melted away, heavy lidded eyes holding your gaze with a softness he reserved only for you. 

“Three days”, he smiled softly, the words warm and sincere as they rolled off his tongue. "If that's alright?"

"It's always alright, Arthur", you whispered, tenderly running your thumb along the strong line of his jaw before leaning down to plant a soft goodbye kiss against plump lips.

For someone half asleep, Arthur moved swiftly, wrapping a firm hand around your waist, yanking you back onto the mattress.

"Arthur!", you squealed against his mouth as he cocooned you back into the warmth of his arms.

“Come back to bed,” he murmured.

“I can’t…”, you whined, your protests weakening with every notch of your spine the calloused pads of his fingers rippled over.

“I’ll ride you into town myself later,” he offered, like it was some grand negotiation. “Swear it. Just… stay a little longer.”

You hesitated, then exhaled. God, you had missed him, and worse than that he knew it, nuzzling into your neck with the surety of knowing just how to make you cave in.

“Five more minutes,” you huffed, settling your palm back against the contour of his waist, unable to deny the man you spent so much time parted from.

"Fifteen."

"Five."

"Ten."

A soft chuckle bubbled in your chest as he pressed his lips to hollow of your throat. "This ain't a negotiation."

"Darlin", he smirked, pulling back to catch your eye. "We both know I ain't smart enough for that anyway."

"Five", you repeated with emphasis. "But you drop me at the tram."

"I can take you to town", he shrugged, "Walk you right to the door."

"Arthur, you know I love you", you sighed, readjusting your head against his bicep. "But you're a wanted man. Last thing I need is tongues wagging."

Hands flickered in joyous embrace as they tugged your closer, a low growl reverberating from his throat.

“So, I’m your little secret?”

You laughed, joyous and melodic as you willingly allowed Arthur to tangle your limbs together again, the warmth of his body bleeding through your blouse.

“You make it sound sordid”, you chuckled before pulling back a fraction, running the pad of your thumb with unexpected sincerity over that tiny scar on his chin. “But... yes. Last I checked, you weren't exactly shouting from the rooftops about me to your little outlaw troupe either.”

“Mm, that sorry lot know as much as they need to”, he mumbled as his ring finger tucked a loose curl behind your ear. ”Keeps you safer that way.”

“Oh, I’m so safe with an outlaw in my bed, ain’t I?”

With a throaty moan, Arthur clambered on top of you, a thick forearm bracketing against the pillow as his other hand traced a featherlight trail along the curve of your neck with the back of scar worn knuckles. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as the apples of his cheeks rounded with that lopsided grin you knew far too well. Hooded blue eyes lazily wandered across your features, drinking you in, savouring you. 

“I’m gonna get out, you know?”, he breathed before dipping to kiss you with a tenderness that made your knees tremble. His lips embarked on their wandering journey across your supple skin.

“Just need a little more time.”

Teeth nipped at your earlobe.

“Just need some more money”

Hot breath puffed against your jaw.

“Dutch says one more big score.”

“Ah”, you breathed as your fingers splayed across his cheek, your chests pressed so close you could feel the steady thrum of his heart. “The infamous Dutch.”

“Then I’m done.”

You've heard it all before, those endless don’t-leave-this-bed promises. But even you had to admit, it was a nice dream - your anxiety and worry vanishing like smoke beneath the gentle pressure of his body, beneath the fluttering of his lips as they found that sweet spot on your throat, his fingers kneading the flesh at your waist.

“And then I'm all yours.”

Your neck arched, your bottom lip catching the stubble of his jaw as Arthur kissed a trail of promises along your throat.

"You're gonna leave all that behind for me?"

"Darlin”, Arthur huffed against your neck as though it was something you should have always taken as written. “I’d do most anything for you."

The pocket watch on the bedside ticked with increasing furiosity. The birds sang a little louder. Your limbs seemed all the more reluctant to move.

"Ten more minutes", Arthur breathed huskily against your throat, feeling the steady exhale leave your lungs and imagining your eyes slipping closed at his lips brushing with featherlight touch across your pulse.

“I'm gonna be late”, you murmured as Arthurs deft fingers unclipped your skirt, massaging the exposed skin.

“There’s worse things.”

With a subtle grin, one hand weaved into the sleep mussed curls of Arthur’s hair, the other trailing the muscular plains of his back.

“You are a bad man, Mister Morgan.”

“Mm” Arthur smirked with that lopsided grin, his wandering fingers already slipping free the buttons of your blouse. “The worst.”

[karikitdemonrp]

//*cracks fingers* okay here we go

Kari stayed close to Inuyasha, looking to Koga when he spoke. "Well, maybe you'll be an honorary member then. Kinda like me and your pack I guess?" The child hummed softly then moved her gaze to Kagome, who was writing things down in a bigger note book while waiting for the water to boil. She was likely transferring what she wrote down earlier. Kari let it be and just adjusted the sunglasses with a huff.

"I know I'll get used to it," She sighed. "I'm just annoyed I gotta wait for that time. And I don't even know how long I'll have to wait. Could be months, could be years. Probably years but still, how many exactly is anyone's guess." The child sighed softly and leaned on Inuyasha's chest a bit, hearing his heart beat. She could hear his heart was calming down a bit, probably from earlier with Ayame.

"I'm... Sorry for scaring you so much." She muttered softly, letting out a heavy breath. "I'll try not to scare you again, but I can't make any promises." The child teased just a bit to keep the mood light only to sniff the air as Kagome poured water into the instant ramen cups.

"Three minutes then dinner will be ready." The priestess informed with a kind smile. "When dinner is ready, I'll answer your questions okay. I just wanna be sure you eat before anything." Kagome hummed, clearly trying to look out for Kari's mental health. Wanting the environment to be fairly safe and comfortable so Kari could feel better about receiving such information.

"Where's your bag?" Shippo called with a huff, looking around.

Kari tilted her head in slight confusion. "I put it next behind Kagome's, next to the far wall. Why?" Shippo dashed to Kari's bag and dug through it without responding. "Hey! Get outta--" Kari was about to crawl out of Inuyasha's grasp to go knock Shippo's head but the fox was quick. Shippo pulled out Tsuki and even Stubby, Kari's deformed plush frog. The fox dashed back over and shoved the plushies into Kari's arms. "Oh... Uh..."

"You looked tense." Shippo muttered. "I thought they'd help." The fox boy smiled, wagging his tail a bit and Kari just held the plushies close.

"Thanks." She replied, letting out a deep sigh while her shoulders visibly relaxed. "I'm glad I left them here." She muttered, leaning back into Inuyasha's chest to listen to his heart beat.

Petty soon the ramen was ready and Kagome smiled. "Kari which one do you want? Shrimp, pork, chicken, or beef?"

"Shrimp please." Kari called and Kagome handed over the only shrimp flavored ramen. Shippo got the last of the pork flavored ones, Kagome took chicken, and last were the two beef flavored for Inuyasha and Koga.

Kari smiled and began poking at her ramen, letting it cool before she took a bite. After a few slurps Kari gave a big grin. "Tank you Kagome!" Kari called with a mouth full of noodles, tiny cooked shrimp, and various vegetables. Kagome simply smiled with a small giggle.

"You don't have to thank me every time you know."

"It's polite." Kari replied after swallowing the bite of food in her mouth. "Besides, you could be mean and crule and let me fend for myself, but your not. And I'm grateful." The child's tone was matter of fact, like it was something so simple to her. Kagome sighed with a gentle smile and shrugged.

"Well, I'm more than happy to help you." Was all the priestess said. When Kari had a few more bites she let out a tiny chirp, moving to set her slightly more than half empty cup of ramen and hug her plushies.

"So... Um... About what happened earlier..." She started. "You said you'd answer my questions."

Kagome perked up a bit, slightly surprised it took Kari so long to bring this up, but it was a heavy topic so maybe Kari needed to build up the courage or something. The teen gave a gentle smile and nodded. "I don't know everything, but what we do know we'll tell you. But it's a lot, if at anytime you need a break to process let us know ok?" She informed with a sort of motherly tone, trying her best to be careful with the situation. Kari's grip on her plushies tightened a bit and she nodded.

"Right. I'll do that. Promise." She replied with a heavy breath, clearly still nervous. "Do we know who my parents were? I mean... Maybe not by name but something?"

Kagome gave a slight nod. "Vaguely. We know one of your parents was a great demon, specifically a kitsune, while the other is a strong deity on par with the goddess of the sun in rank which is a big deal." She informed and Kari looked at her right hand with a hum. To think she had so much power yet she was never able to use it until now. It felt almost wrong. "While we don't know what you're fully capable of, we have some ideas, at least since you are part kitsune and all you're able to preform fox magic like Shippo, eventually. Anything a kitsune can do, you'll be able to do when the time comes. Maybe more since your demon parent was a great demon which are much stronger." She informed with a shrug. "But at least we have something."

Kari nodded in thought. "Will I always be a target? I mean... Those rumors and all seemed to get Ayame ready to kill me."

Kagome frowned and took a moment. "Sadly, yes. But that seal on your scarf is helping keep you mostly hidden. But once it breaks..."

"I'll be detected by anyone." Kari muttered softly.

"So before that happens we intend to help you with whatever ability manifests so you can at least defend yourself when you have to." Kagome chimed in, hoping to cheer Kari up a bit. The child gave a nod and a wavering smile.

"I know I'll need the help..." She muttered only for her smile to fall and a look of deep thought crossing her face. "... Things are gonna be so different." She chirped under her breath, still thinking.

"Last question..." Kari took a heavy breath. "Are there others like me?" Kagome froze. She worried about Kari asking this question, not wanting to reveal to Kari that she technically wasn't supposed to be born, that the union between her parents was never meant to happen. Yet here she was, asking it.

Kagome bit her lip for a moment then looked down and relaxed her jaw, letting out a heavy breath. "N-no... Anytime a deity and a demon got together they were... executed so the fact you're here is a miracle." She muttered. Kari frowned, moving to grip her plushies tighter. "But you've got us and we'll help you however we can. It'll be tricky but you're worth it." Kari looked Kagome in the eyes and sniffled a bit, but nodded.

"Thanks." The child spoke, her voice cracking a bit. It was hard to accept but it was something she wanted to know. A part of her maybe even needed to know. After a moment Kari went to finish her ramen, her plushies in her lap. The atmosphere was a bit heavier now to Kari, but she was mostly trying to process everything that she was just told.

Inuyasha listened quietly as Kari nestled deeper into his haori, her tiny hands clinging to the fabric like it was a lifeline. His ears twitched faintly as she spoke—soft, tentative, but real.

When she said, “We have something else in common now I guess… Being half demon and all,” he felt something shift in his chest.

“Yeah,” he muttered, glancing down at her with an almost-smile. “You’re definitely a pain in the butt… but you’re our pain in the butt now.” His voice was gruff, but warm beneath the roughness. He wasn’t great at sappy speeches—but he meant it, every word.

“You get used to it, y’know,” he added. “The not-fittin’-in thing. Doesn’t mean it stops hurting, but you get tougher. And you stop caring what other people think. You just focus on the ones who matter.”

He leaned slightly into the wall of the hut now, watching as Kagome fussed over the ramen and sunglasses like it was a sacred mission. When she returned and gently slipped the sunglasses onto Kari’s face, Inuyasha gave a small, approving grunt.

“They suit you,” he said, arms still secure around her. “Stylish and useful.”

He raised a brow. “And you better listen to Kagome. She’s scary when she’s tired.”

Koga stood a short distance off with his arms crossed, pretending like he wasn’t watching every single move. But his ears perked at Kari’s earlier words—especially the part where she listed him as one of the people who “owned” her, so to speak.

“Tch. Don’t go lumping me in with dog-boy and his pack just yet,” he said with a smirk, tail flicking behind him. “I’m just here because I don’t trust that creepy tree spirit not to pull something again.”

But his posture softened a little as he added under his breath, “Still… Guess if someone’s gonna be a pain in my tail, you’re not the worst one.”

Koga looked away quickly, muttering something about checking the perimeter, but his steps were slow—clearly not in any hurry to leave.

Inuyasha smirked as he called after Koga. “You better be back before dinner, flea-bag, or I’m eating your ramen too.”

Koga quipped back without turning. “You try it, muttface, and I’ll dump river water in your sleeping bag.”