#it seems to be a habit of hers to fidget with her fingers when thinking/nervous and that's cute to me

[thejesterstears]

I like when she does the little finger-touch thing

[octaneink]

Custom Fit

Will Lenney x Reader

Summary: The Reader supports Will at the 2025 Sidemen Charity Match Warnings: None Notes: Sorry it took so long! This request was so hard, writing football stressed me tf out 😅 Watching the highlights were cool too, but I had no idea what was happening most of the time. I'm a rugby gyal

The roar of the crowd at Wembley Stadium buzzed in your ears like a live wire, a relentless hum that seemed to vibrate through your bones. The sea of red-and-white scarves and kits blurred into a kaleidoscope of motion, a living, breathing entity pulsating with anticipation. You stood slightly apart from the others, your fingers absently tugging at the hem of your custom #LENNEY 2 jersey. Beneath it, the long-sleeved shirt you’d layered clung to your skin, its fabric thin and breathable but still trapping a faint warmth against your arms. The jersey itself was softer than you’d expected, the material sliding easily over the shirt’s sleeves, but the combination did little to settle the restless flutter in your chest.

The VIP box was a sensory overload—popcorn kernels scattered on the floor, their buttery scent mingling with the sharp tang of expensive perfume wafting from the women nearby. The mix was as chaotic as your nerves, a strange cocktail of comfort and unease. Below, the YouTube Allstars were a whirl of pre-match energy, their movements sharp and purposeful. Some stretched, their muscles rippling under their kits, while others laughed, tossing balls in casual arcs that belied the tension building in the stadium. But your eyes tracked only one person.

Will stood near the sideline, his back to the stands as he jogged on the spot, his own red-and-white kit clinging to his frame. Even from here, you could see the way his shoulders shook with a laugh at something Harry said, his easy confidence radiating like sunlight. You’d memorised that posture—the way he rolled his neck before big moments, the habit of tugging his sleeves over his knuckles. But today, every detail felt magnified. Would he spot you before the match? Would he even look up?

“Stop fidgeting,” Talia hissed, swatting your hand away from the jersey’s hem. Her smirk was all mischief, her gold hoops catching the stadium lights as she leaned in. “If you crease it, he’ll think you nicked it off a mannequin.”

“Or that you’ve been stress-cuddling it in secret all week,” Freya added, arching a perfectly groomed brow. She’d swapped her usual designer dresses for Sidemen merch today, though hers was artfully cropped and paired with heeled boots. “Which, let’s be honest, you probably did.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. “I did not. I’m not the one who still sleeps in Josh’s sixth-form hoodie.”

Freya gasped, clutching her chest in mock offence, as Faith snorted, adjusting Olive on her hip. The toddler reached chubby fists towards the colourful crowd, babbling excitedly. “Don’t drag me into this,” Faith said, bouncing Olive gently. “But for the record, Ethan still has the first note I ever wrote him tucked in his phone case. Lads are sentimental creatures. Prepare for waterworks.”

You smiled at Faith, your oldest mate. The two of you had been inseparable since her family moved next door when you were kids. You’d spent countless afternoons in her back garden, dreaming about the future and giggling over crushes. When she started dating Ethan, you’d been sceptical at first—what if he didn’t like you? What if things got weird? But Ethan had welcomed you into their world with open arms, and it wasn’t long before you were hanging about with the Sidemen crew.

That’s how you met Will.

You remembered the first time Faith dragged you to one of their group outings. You’d been nervous, feeling like an outsider among the tight-knit group, but Will had noticed you sitting quietly in the corner. He’d plonked down next to you with a grin, handing you a drink and launching into a story about the time he and Simon got lost in Amsterdam. By the end of the night, your cheeks hurt from laughing, and you’d forgotten all about being nervous.

Talia leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a stage whisper that somehow carried over the growing buzz of the crowd. “Or other reactions,” she said, her eyebrows waggling like she was sharing the juiciest of secrets. Her grin was sharp, knowing, and it made your stomach flip.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, spreading like wildfire. “It’s just a kit,” you lied, your voice pitching higher than you intended. The words sounded weak even to your own ears, and the way Talia’s smirk widened told you she wasn’t buying it.

“Just a kit?” Freya echoed, incredulous. “You had it custom-stitched in two days when the online shop sold out. Travelled to Manchester to beg the kit manager in person. That’s not ‘just’ anything, love. That’s a declaration of war.”

Your mouth opened to protest, but no words came out. Instead, you shot a nervous glance towards the pitch, where Will was still turned away, his focus on Chris as they mock-tackled each other. The sight of him—carefree, grinning, utterly in his element—made your stomach swoop in a way that was equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.

Talia followed your gaze, her teasing expression softening just a fraction. “He’s going to love it,” she said, her voice sincere for once. “And when he scores today, he’ll point straight at this box. You’ll see.”

“He’d better,” Faith chimed in, her tone dry as she dug through her bag for Olive’s snack. The toddler was perched on her hip, gnawing on the ear of her stuffed bear, completely oblivious to the conversation. “Or I’m revoking his uncle privileges.”

A sudden cheer erupted from the crowd as the Allstars began dispersing to their positions. Your eyes snapped back to the pitch, where Will was now walking backwards towards the centre circle, his head tilted as he squinted up at the stands. Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. Could he see you? You froze, torn between waving like a prat and ducking behind Freya to hide.

But then Ethan called his name, tossing him a water bottle, and Will turned away, laughing as he fumbled the catch. The moment passed, and you exhaled sharply, unaware you’d been holding your breath.

“Heart attack avoided,” Talia teased, fanning you with a match programme she’d nicked from somewhere. Her grin was back, full force, and you rolled your eyes, though your cheeks were still burning.

“Give it time,” Freya said, her tone light but her eyes glinting with mischief. “The match hasn’t even started.”

You groaned, leaning back against the railing as the players took their positions. The tension in the air was palpable, the crowd’s energy building to a fever pitch. But even as the referee blew the whistle and the game began, your mind kept drifting back to the kit, to the way Will had laughed as he caught the water bottle, to the promise of what might come next.

The match hung on a knife-edge. 88th minute. 8-8. The Allstars surged forward, their attacks sharp and desperate, every pass and tackle charged with the kind of urgency that made your chest tighten. Your nails dug into the railing of the VIP box as you watched Will track back, his movements slower now, his legs heavy but still pushing. The Sidemen FC’s defence was in shambles—xQc stranded halfway up the pitch after a botched clearance, the goal gaping wide and vulnerable.

Your breath caught in your throat as George pounced.

The ball rocketed off his foot, a thunderous strike from the edge of the box, screaming towards the open net. The crowd rose as one, a collective gasp tearing through Wembley, the sound raw and primal. Your heart stopped. The world narrowed to that ball, arcing through the air.

Then Will moved.

He lunged, a full-stretch dive from inside the goal line, his body parallel to the grass as he hurled himself headfirst towards the ball. Time slowed—or maybe it was just your mind, struggling to process what you were seeing. The blur of the stadium lights, the deafening roar of the crowd, the sharp crack of his forehead connecting with the shot. The ball ricocheted skyward, spinning harmlessly out of play.

For a heartbeat, there was silence. Absolute, deafening silence.

Then chaos.

“UNBELIEVABLE! WILL LENNEY WITH A GOAL-LINE HEADER—ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” the commentator bellowed.

You were on your feet before your brain could even process it. Your arms shot out wide, fingers splayed, as if you could somehow reach down and touch the chaos unfolding on the pitch. A scream tore from your throat, raw and unfiltered, joining the tidal wave of noise crashing around you. “YES! YES! YES!” Your voice cracked, but you didn’t care. The world had narrowed to one thing: Will.

Spinning on your heel, you nearly lost your balance, but you didn’t care. Your hands flew out, pointing wildly towards the pitch, your eyes wide and frantic as they locked onto the girls. “DID YOU SEE THAT?! DID YOU SEE HIM?!” Your voice was hoarse, barely audible over the roar of the crowd, but your expression said it all.

Freya was bent double, her laughter ringing out like a bell. She clutched her sides, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasped for air. “We saw it, love! The whole stadium saw it!” Her words were punctuated by another peal of laughter, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Talia’s hands were on you in an instant, gripping your shoulders with a force that made you stumble. She shook you like a ragdoll, her dark curls bouncing wildly as she screamed in your face, “HE’S MENTAL! ABSOLUTELY MENTAL!” Her eyes were wide, her grin manic, and for a moment, you thought she might actually shake you apart.

Faith stood a little apart, holding Olive in her arms. She just shook her head, her lips curving into a wry smile. “That man’s going to give you a heart attack one day,” she said, her voice dry but her eyes sparkling with amusement.

And then the jumbotron flickered.

There you were, frozen in time—arms outstretched, your #LENNEY 2 kit blazing across your shoulders, your face alight with a joy so pure it was almost blinding. The crowd’s roar shifted, morphing into a collective “AWWWW” as the screen split. On one side, Will lay sprawled on the pitch, his chest heaving, his face streaked with sweat and grass stains. On the other, you stood, your eyes glistening with pride, your smile so wide it hurt.

Will squinted up at the screen, his brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. For a heartbeat, he just stared, his lips parting in surprise. Then, with a sudden burst of laughter, he slapped the grass, his shoulders shaking as he rolled onto his back. “OH MY DAYS!” he mouthed, his grin widening as he blew you an exaggerated kiss. The Allstars swarmed him, yanking him upright, their laughter mingling with the commentators’ cackles.

“Someone’s got a fan,” one of them teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Fan? That’s his girlfriend,” the other corrected, his tone smug. “Rumour has it she’s the reason he’s playing like a man possessed!”

“Possessed? Nah, mate—that’s love.”

Freya’s whistle cut through the noise, sharp and piercing, right in your ear. “If he dies tonight, at least he’ll die famous,” she said, her tone light but her eyes dancing with mischief.

“He’s already famous,” you shot back, your cheeks flaming as you tried to ignore the heat creeping up your neck.

“Not for football,” Talia snorted, her lips quirking into a smirk.

The pitch was alive with motion, players shifting into position like pieces on a chessboard, their movements sharp and deliberate. Will jogged backward, his boots digging into the turf with each step, his eyes darting up to the jumbotron every few seconds. The massive screen still flashed the split image—him, sprawled on the grass moments ago, and you, frozen in mid-celebration, your joy radiating even through the pixels. His grin, once wide and cocky, softened at the edges, the bravado melting into something quieter, more personal.

He tapped two fingers to his lips, a quick, almost unconscious gesture, before pressing them to his chest—right over the name on his kit. LENNEY. His eyes flicked to the VIP box, locking onto yours for a heartbeat. Yours, he mouthed, the word silent but unmistakable. Then he turned away, his focus snapping back to the game, but the ghost of that private smile lingered.

“Gross,” Talia said, her voice cutting through the moment like a knife. She swatted your arm, the sharp smack making you yelp and jerk away. “Save the eye sex for after we win,” she added, her tone dripping with mock disdain, though the corner of her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile.

Freya, never one to miss an opportunity, let out an exaggerated gasp and fake-swooned into Faith’s shoulder. Her hand flew to her forehead, her fingers splayed dramatically as she tilted her head back. “He’s peacocking,” she declared, her voice lilting with theatrical flair. “Look at him. Absolute showman. Can’t help himself.”

Faith adjusted Olive on her hip, “He’s concussed,” Faith said flatly, though the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her. “That’s the only explanation for… whatever that was.” She gestured vaguely towards the pitch, where Will was now crouched slightly, his eyes scanning the field as the Allstars began to huddle.

But before he joined them, Will glanced up at the VIP box one last time. You couldn’t help yourself—you mimed blowing him a kiss, your fingers brushing your lips before flicking them towards him with a playful smirk. His reaction was immediate and absurd. He clutched his heart, staggering back as if you’d physically struck him, his face contorted in mock agony. The exaggerated drama of it made you laugh, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably despite the tension in the air.

Faith rolled her eyes, but the effort to keep her expression neutral was clearly a struggle. Her lips twitched, and she shook her head, muttering under her breath, “You two are disgusting.”

“Disgustingly sweet,” you shot back, your voice sing-song and teasing, though your grin was genuine. The tension of the shoot-out was building, the crowd’s energy shifting to a low, anticipatory hum. The whistle blew, sharp and piercing, snapping the stadium back into focus. Will straightened, his expression shifting from playful to intense in an instant.

The game was on.

The final whistle blew, and the Allstars erupted—a tangle of sweat-drenched hugs and victory chants. Will collapsed onto his knees, chest heaving, before Chris yanked him upright to join the team’s lap of honour. His eyes scanned the stands, lingering on the VIP box as he jogged, waving half-heartedly at the crowd.

“He’s coming up here, isn’t he?” Talia said, watching Will duck out of the team huddle and bolt for the tunnel.

“Twenty quid says he face-plants on the stairs,” Faith replied, shielding Olive’s eyes playfully.

You barely heard them. Your pulse thundered in your ears as the stadium doors swung open—

And there he was.

Will, still in his grass-stained kit, hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed from the game. He skidded to a halt in front of you, breathless and grinning like he’d scored a last-minute winner. The VIP section fell silent, phones snapping photos as he vaulted the barrier.

“You,” he said, pointing a trembling, accusatory finger at your jersey, “are a menace.”

“Me?” You arched a brow, fighting a smile. “You’re the one who blew a kiss to 90,000 people.”

“Had to claim my territory,” he shot back, stepping closer until the scent of turf and citrus sweat wrapped around you. “Everyone’s gonna want a Lenney kit now.”

“Doubt it,” you said, tapping the #2 on your chest. “This one’s custom.”

Will’s gaze softened. He reached out, calloused fingers brushing the embroidered name on your shoulder. “You’re a proper ride-or-die, you know that?”

“Someone’s got to be,” you teased, though your voice wavered.

He huffed a laugh, then hooked a finger under the jersey’s collar, tugging you forward until your foreheads pressed together. The crowd’s cheers faded to static. “Wanna know why I kept looking at the screen?” he murmured.

“To admire your own cheekbones?”

“Nah.” His thumb swept over your jaw. “Every time I saw you in my name, I remembered… this is real. We’re real. Even when I’m out here acting like a prat for the cameras.”

Freya fake-gagged behind you. “Get a room!”

Will flipped her off without breaking eye contact. “Swap kits with me,” he said suddenly.

You blinked. “What?”

He didn’t wait for an explanation. Before you could even process what was happening, Will yanked at his own sweat-soaked Allstars kit, peeling it off in one swift motion. The crowd erupted, a deafening roar of cheers, whistles, and laughter as he stood there, bare-chested and unbothered, his grin wide and unapologetic.

For a moment, you froze, your brain short-circuiting. His skin glistened under the stadium lights, the faint sheen of sweat catching the glow as his chest rose and fell with each breath. The muscles in his shoulders and arms—usually hidden under layers of fabric—were on full display, defined and taut from the game. A faint trail of grass stains smudged his collarbone, and your eyes involuntarily dipped lower, catching the faint line of his happy trail, a subtle but undeniable detail that made your throat go dry.

“Your kit,” he repeated, snapping you out of your daze. He waved a hand in front of your face, his grin turning smug. “Earth to," he said your name "Give it. Now.”

“You’re mental,” you managed, your voice coming out higher than intended. Your cheeks burned as you tore your gaze away, but not before catching the way his smirk deepened, clearly pleased with himself.

“Oi, eyes up here,” he teased, tapping your chin with a finger. “Unless you’re enjoying the view?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, swatting his hand away, though the heat in your face betrayed you.

The crowd around the VIP box had started to notice the commotion, a few fans snapping photos on their phones, their laughter mingling with the noise of the stadium. Will, ever the showman, turned to them briefly, flexing with an exaggerated wink that sent another wave of cheers through the stands.

“You’re such a prat,” you groaned, though you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips.

“And you’re stalling,” he shot back, shoving his crumpled match kit into your hands. The fabric was still warm from his body, and you could feel the faint dampness of sweat as you clutched it to your chest.

“You’re never living this down,” you groaned, reluctantly tugging your #LENNEY 2 over your head.

Will took the kit from you with a grin, holding it up like it was some kind of trophy. He shook it out, the fabric snapping in the air, before slipping it on properly. He adjusted the shoulders, smoothed the front, and tapped the #2 on his chest with a smirk.

“Looking good,” you said dryly, though your cheeks burned as you clutched his discarded kit to your chest, the fabric still warm from his body.

“Damn right,” he shot back, his grin widening as he raised an arm, flexing dramatically. The crowd around the VIP box had started to notice the commotion, a few fans snapping photos on their phones, their laughter mingling with the noise of the stadium.

“You’re such a show-off,” you muttered, though you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips.

He spun back to you, his eyes bright and wild, the kind of look that made your stomach flip. “Yeah,” he said, quieter now, his voice barely audible over the chaos. “And I’m yours.”

The kiss wasn’t dramatic or cinematic—it wasn’t the kind of moment you’d see in a film, with sweeping music and perfectly timed lighting. It was messy, real, and inevitable. His lips met yours with a kind of urgency that spoke of relief, of triumph, of something deeper that had been simmering all day. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, his grip firm but not possessive. The taste of salt lingered on his lips, a mix of sweat and the faint, sugary tang of Haribo from his half-time snack. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was him, and that was enough.

At first, it was almost hesitant, as if he was reminding himself that this was real, that you were here, that the chaos of the game was over and this moment was his to claim. But then his fingers tightened slightly on your waist, and the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a quiet intensity that made your chest ache. His breath was warm and uneven, his forehead pressing against yours as if he needed the anchor, the connection, to ground him.

The surrounding chaos didn’t disappear, exactly—it just faded into the background, like static on a radio. The roar of the crowd, the flash of cameras, the distant shouts of his teammates—it all became a blur, muffled and distant. All you could focus on was the warmth of his body against yours, the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath your palm, the way your kit clung to his shoulders, still damp with sweat.

His hands slid up your back, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the tremble in his fingers, the faintest hint of exhaustion and adrenaline still coursing through him. His lips were soft but insistent, and when you let out a small, involuntary sigh, he smiled against your mouth, the curve of his lips breaking the kiss for just a moment before he leaned back in, slower this time, more deliberate.

The second kiss was different—less urgent, more lingering, as if he was savouring the moment, memorising the feel of you. His thumb brushed your cheek, calloused and gentle all at once, and you could feel the way his breath hitched when your fingers tangled in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. He tasted like victory and exhaustion, like the faint citrus of his energy drink and the salt of his sweat, and you couldn’t get enough.

Someone below shouted, “GET A ROOM, LADS!”—probably Ethan, judging by the tone—but Will didn’t pull away. He just laughed, the sound low and breathless, his lips still brushing yours as he murmured, “Ignore them.”

And you did. For a few more seconds, at least, the world narrowed to the two of you—his hands on your waist, your fingers in his hair, the way your kit clung to his shoulders like a second skin. It wasn’t perfect or polished, but it was real.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, barely audible over the noise.

“Was there ever any doubt?” you shot back, your voice trembling despite your attempt at levity.

He huffed a laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. His thumb brushed your cheek, calloused and gentle all at once, and for a moment, it felt like the two of you were the only people in the stadium.

The moment didn’t last long—it couldn’t, not with the cameras still flashing and the crowd still roaring—but it didn’t need to.

Gang, let me know what you think of this! I don’t usually watch football, so I had to slowly go through the live stream to get a feel for the game. Eventually, I gave up and just watched the highlights and pick out the goal block scene.

I hope it’s okay.

I tried my best, I've went back and forth quite a bit, I’m definitely out of my depth here. Let me know if anything feels off or needs tweaking!

[purplereina11]

In a match where the scoreboard tells only half the story, a fierce on-pitch rivalry between you and football royalty, Alexia Putellas, evolves into something electric — something unspoken, but deeply felt. Between the lines two players lock eyes, trade touches, and blur the line between competition and connection. What begins as a game becomes a gravity neither can resist.

Part 10 Other Parts

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The sun is barely climbing over the rooftops when you step out of the car, the soft hum of the engine fading behind you. The air is crisp, the early morning quiet except for the distant thud of a ball being struck somewhere across the facility grounds.

You smooth your palms over your thighs out of habit, then shove your hands into your hoodie pocket to keep them from fidgeting.

Your agent is already there, leaning against the low wall outside the entrance, phone in one hand, iced coffee in the other. She looks up as you approach and gives you a small, knowing smile.

“You look calm,” she says.

You snort, tugging your sleeve over your fingers. “That’s because I’m trying very hard to look calm.”

She straightens up and walks beside you toward the door. “It’s not a trial. You’re not being judged.”

“Feels like it.”

She glances sideways at you, her voice a little gentler now. “They want you here, remember that.”

You nod, but your stomach still feels like it’s been wound tight not because you're unsure of your own ability, you’ve played your way into these conversations. You’ve earned this, but this is Barcelona. The team all your coaches had always warned you about being giants of the game, and now you're stood here with an opportunity to join one of the greatest teams.

You stop just short of the glass doors, your hand hovering near the handle. You hover just outside the entrance to Barcelona’s training facility, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, the cool concrete beneath your sneakers grounding you more than you'd like to admit.

The building looms a little larger in person. Sleek. Clean. Familiar, in a way but not yours. Not yet.

“You ready?” she asks, offering a small, confident smile.

You force a breath out of your nose. “I think so.”

She studies you for a second. “You look ready.”

“I’m not.”

She laughs under her breath. “Good. You shouldn’t be. If you weren’t a little nervous, I’d be worried.”

You give her a sideways look. “That your pep talk?”

“That’s realism. Here’s the pep talk” she nudges your elbow, her voice quieter now. “You wouldn’t be here if they weren’t already sold on you. This isn’t an audition. It’s a conversation. Don’t try to impress them. Just be honest, be you.”

You nod slowly, the words helping a little, you glance at the door but still haven’t moved.

“Want another second?” she asks.

You hesitate, then shake your head. “If I wait any longer I’ll leave.”

She smirks. “Alright then. Showtime.”

You pull in one more deep breath, open the door, and step inside heart steady but loud in your chest.

⚽️

You’ve been in that meeting room with Pere and the Barcelona staff for what feels like hours numbers, contracts, development plans, strategy, potential. All of it fascinating. All of it a lot. Eventually, you’d excused yourself for the bathroom. Just a moment to breathe, to get out from under the weight of everyone’s attention.

On your way back, you turn the corner and there she is. Alexia. Wearing soft jeans and a cropped sweatshirt, a small tote slung over one shoulder. Casual. Effortless, but not by accident.

You freeze for a second, surprised. Not that she’s here you knew from the text she showed you yesterday that some of the players had been asked to come in. Still. Seeing her now, in the middle of all this, throws you more than you expect. She seems different somehow, more the Alexia you met on the pitch, not the one you've had in your home and the one in hers.

She sees the look on your face before you can mask it something caught between 'what the hell is happening' and 'why does it feel like everyone in this building knows more than I do'. You feel like you've gone from a big fish in a little pond, to a little fish in a big pond,

She stops in front of you, closing the gap when you hadn't, eyes searching yours for a beat. “You okay?” she asks, voice quiet.

You give a small laugh. “I don’t know. It’s a lot. I think my brain’s halfway through melting.”

She nods, like she understands more than she says. “They’re going to take you to another room, right?” she asks gently.

You nod. “To meet… whoever came in. Yeah.”

She smiles, just a little. “You already know one of them.”

You huff. “Right. You.”

There’s a beat, then, softer, not pushing, not assuming, but she can see how overwhelmed you are, she says, “We can go out for a drink later if you want, or when you come back to mine… we can just chill. Put on a movie. Order something. Hang by the pool, whatever. You don’t have to talk about any of this.”

You blink, you swallow around the lump in your throat, then nod once, gratefully. “Okay,” you say. “Yeah. That sounds really good. Anything other than how great I am and how great the club and I can be together, I feel like I'm being set up for a marriage or something”

Alexia actually laughs and for a moment, just a breath, the weight lifts, "They really want you here, we've been missing something the first half of the season and they really think you are that missing piece"

You raise an eyebrow. “No pressure, then.”

She shrugs, exaggeratedly casual. “Only a little. But hey… could be worse.”

You squint at her, lips twitching. “How?”

Her smirk curves, slow and deliberate. “Could be PSG. Or Lyon. Or wherever else is throwing money at you and pretending they know how to make paella.”

You laugh, the sound easing something tight in your chest.

“And besides…” she continues, stepping just a little closer, her voice softer now, playful but edged with sincerity, “if you came here… you’d already have a place to stay.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Are you offering to be my landlady now?”

“I’m offering to be… supportive,” she says, eyes glinting.

You raise a brow. “Supportive how?”

Alexia pretends to think. “You know. Late-night tactical analysis. Motivational playlist curation. Professional-grade post-match cuddles.”

You choke on a laugh, shoving her lightly with your shoulder.“Cuddles, huh?”

She shrugs, unapologetic. “Barça believes in a holistic approach.”

You’re still smiling when she steps back, just enough to keep it from slipping into something heavier.

“Come see the others,” she says, voice gentler again. “No pressure. Just... people who want you here. Me included.”

And even though you haven’t made any decisions yet, not officially you realise, as she starts walking toward the meeting room and glances back to make sure you’re following… she's the only thing your currently fully sold on.

You watch her walk a few steps ahead, confident and casual, as if this is the most natural thing in the world — as if you haven’t just spent the morning with your entire career hanging in the balance.

When she glances back to check that you're coming, you put one foot into the other and fall into step beside her. Down the hall, around the corner and then she opens a door.

You follow her inside.

The room’s warm, brighter than the one you’d just come from, the light spilling in from tall windows and bouncing off polished floors. It smells like coffee and fresh sweat and something distinctly familiar like locker rooms and match days and something that feels close to home.

A few players are already there some you know by name, others you’ve only faced on the pitch. Aitana’s sitting on the arm of a couch, gesturing animatedly mid-story. Patri's got her ankle resting on her opposite knee, arms crossed, watching with a half-smile. Ingrid looks up from her phone when you enter, and gives you a little wave.

You blink, caught off guard for a second not by who is here, but by how it feels. Relaxed. Not staged.

They’re not sitting in formation waiting to pitch the club like agents in disguise. They’re just… there, waiting for you. Like they want to be.

Aitana hops up first. “Finally,” she says, grinning. “We were starting to think they locked you in with the sporting director.”

Ingrid chuckles. “Or she ran off to Lyon.”

“I thought it was PSG,” Patri adds.

You snort, shaking your head. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Alexia gestures for you to sit, then sinks onto the armrest beside where you land. There’s a pause, a natural one, just a beat and then Aitana leans in, voice light but sincere.

“Look… we’re not here to convince you with a script or anything. We just wanted you to know. If you come, you'll thrive. You’ll have people here that we all agree you'll connect easily on the pitch.”

You meet Alexia’s eyes for a second, she doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t need to. You’re still not sure what your answer is, but this feels like the start of it.

Alexia slides down from the armrest and eases onto the sofa next to you, shoulder brushing yours just enough to feel deliberate. The warmth of her presence settles into your side like it’s been there a hundred times before.

You’re barely settled before the banter kicks off. “So,” Aitana says, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, “what’s it gonna take? Do we need to promise you free coffee for a year or... unlimited almond croissants?”

Ingrid raises an eyebrow. “She’s not signing with a bakery, Aitana.”

“I mean,” you grin, “if a bakery was making an offer, I might consider it.”

Patri laughs. “Great. We’ve lost her to carbs.”

“You see?” Aitana points at the group, mock-scandalised. “She gets it. She belongs here.”

“She hasn’t even agreed to anything yet,” Ingrid says with a smirk. “Calm down before you start stitching her name on the locker and scare her away coming on to strong”

Alexia, cool and quiet beside you, just smiles. “I’ll take care of that when the time comes.”

You glance at her, raising a brow. “Confident.”

She meets your gaze without flinching. “I don’t make offers I don’t intend to follow through on.”

That earns a few teasing ooohs from around the room. You duck your head, biting back a smile. “Is this what she's like in training?"

“Worse,” Ingrid deadpans.

“Much worse,” Patri agrees. “And louder.”

“But i'm fun,” Alexia adds, nudging you gently. “You’d survive.”

Aitana leans in again. “We’re not saying it’s perfect but she's a good captain I'll give her that”

The room goes quiet for a half-beat, the weight of her words hanging there not pressure, just honesty. Alexia shifts beside you, voice lower now, meant only for you. “And when you need a break from all that back there,” she nods subtly toward the boardroom you came from, “this is where you’d come, always someone in here.”

You look around the room the grins, the soft smiles, the way no one seems to be pretending. “I should get back,” you murmur. “They’ll think you lot kidnapped me.”

Alexia smirks. “I technically did.”

You stand, a few others offering playful goodbyes and exaggerated pleads to please sign already. You toss them a mock salute as you head for the door. As you step back into the corridor, the hush of the building hits you again the shift from warmth to formality just behind the walls.

You turn the corner and further down the hallway, you spot Mapi in conversation with Irene and beside them Mateo. He’s mid-wiggle, clearly bored of standing still, holding what looks like a half-eaten croissant in one hand and some kind of superhero action figure in the other.

He turns, spots you and lights up.

“Coco!” Before you can react, he’s sprinting little legs pumping, croissant forgotten, full beam on his face.

Your heart stutters, you bend instinctively, just in time to catch him as he launches himself into your arms. “Hey, buddy,” you laugh, steadying him as he hugs you with all the energy only a small child can summon.

“You came back,” he says, as if this was a personal promise you’d made to him specifically.

You glance up. Irene offers a soft smile, her arms crossed, watching the two of you. Mapi looks mildly amused, but doesn’t interrupt.

“I named you,” Mateo insists, still wrapped around your neck. “You’re Coco now because you gave me chocolate ice cream.”

You blink, the absurd sweetness of it hitting somewhere low in your chest. He pulls back just enough to look at you. “Right?”

And behind you, faintly from the room you just left someone calls out, “She’s getting recruited by a toddler now. This club’s pulling every angle.”

Mateo is still clinging to your neck, face beaming like the sun, when he suddenly pulls back with a gasp like he’s just remembered something critical.

“Oh!” he says urgently, small hands on your shoulders now, eyes wide. “Did you forget about our date?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Our... what?”

“Our date,” he repeats, very serious now, like this has been officially calendared. “I said about playing with my super cool toys, you promised, Coco.”

Irene muffles a laugh behind her hand. Mapi coughs, clearly pretending not to be deeply amused. You try and fail to keep a straight face. “I did?”

Mateo nods with the solemnity of a man making dinner reservations for two. “And I picked some toys out for us play already”

Your heart actually stumbles. “Right,” you say, lips twitching. “How could I forget?”

“You almost did,” he says gravely. “But it’s okay. I remembered for you.”

You’re about to respond when a familiar voice drifts from behind, “Careful, Coco,” Alexia calls, stepping out into the hall. “He’s already more convincing than half the board.”

Mateo perks up at the sound of her voice. “Alexia’s not invited,” he declares, turning to make it official. “It’s a date.”

Alexia raises both eyebrows at you, smirking. “Wow. Rejected by a three year old.”

“He said it’s a date,” you say, hands up in mock apology, Mateo nods firmly, still holding your hand.

Mateo still clinging to your hand like a tiny gatekeeper of your destiny when he turns back toward Alexia, eyes narrowed in the most dramatic, three year old kind of way .“You can’t come,” he announces again, pointing a finger at her like it’s law. “Coco is my friend.”

Alexia raises both hands, palms out in surrender, mock-offended. “Wow. Okay. Possessive much?”

Mateo steps slightly in front of you, like he’s protecting you from her now. “You always see her. I don’t.”

Irene tries and fails to contain her laugh. Mapi just looks amused in a we’ve completely lost control of this situation sort of way.

You grin and lean closer to Alexia, lowering your voice just enough that only she hears, “Is that jealousy again?”

She scoffs, but her smirk gives her away. “For a toddler?”

You shrug, teasing. “A very charming toddler. You should be worried.”

She gives you a long, sidelong look one that says I am, but not for the reasons you think before leaning in just enough to murmur back, “He’s not the only one who thinks you belong here.”

Your heart does a small, traitorous flip. Mateo tugs your hand again. “Come on, Coco. I’ll show you where I got my snack from.”

Alexia sighs dramatically. “He’s already stealing you away.”

You flash her a grin over your shoulder as Mateo drags you forward. “What can I say?” you call back. “The competition’s fierce in Barcelona. He has the guts to do something about it”

Alexia watches you go, shaking her head but that smile stays on her face a long time after you disappear down the hallway.

Mateo’s tugging your hand, when Irene gently steps forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Amor,” she says, soft but firm, “Y/N has a meeting now. An important one.”

Mateo slows to a stop and looks up at her, then back at you, frowning like he’s been gravely betrayed. “But we were gonna—”

You crouch down to his level, still holding his hand, and give it a gentle squeeze. “I know, mate. But I have to finish some boring grown-up stuff first.” He crosses his arms, lower lip sticking out in a classic pout. You lower your voice, conspiratorial. “But I promise I’ll come play with your toys. We’ll set it up, okay? I’ll talk to your mami. We’ll pick a day. Just us.”

He studies you, clearly weighing the sincerity in your voice like a tiny negotiator. After a long moment, he finally nods once, very serious, “Okay. But you can’t forget again.”

“I won’t,” you say, holding up a pinky. “Swear on ice cream with sprinkles.”

He hooks his little finger around yours, solemn as anything. Deal sealed. As Irene gently guides him back down the hallway, you stand and glance back just in time to catch Alexia watching with a look on her face that’s hard to name.

⚽️

You walk back through the front door of Alexia’s house, the quiet of the evening wrapping around you, before you can even get your shoes off, Teddy comes bounding down the stairs to greet you, tail wagging furiously as he jumps up to say hello.

“Hey, buddy!” you laugh, kneeling down to scratch behind his ears. “Did you miss me? I know i’m sorry i didn’t think i’d be so long”

He barks excitedly, practically vibrating with energy, as he hops around your feet. You give him one last affectionate pat before he dashes back up the stairs, eager to show you that was where Alexia is.

You take your time heading up, the weight of the day starting to sink in. The house feels warm, quiet, a little slice of calm. You reach the top of the stairs and stop outside Alexia’s bedroom, leaning against the doorframe.

Inside, she’s propped up in bed, reading a book by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She looks up as you enter, her eyes flicking from the book to you, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“You look tired,” she murmurs, her voice soft. She pats the space next to her on the bed.

You grin, leaning against the doorframe, feeling the weight of the day on your shoulders. “Long day,” you reply with a small sigh. “A lot of decisions.”

Alexia raises an eyebrow, then pats the bed again, a teasing smile appearing. “Come here. Just for a bit. No football talk I promise.”

You hesitate for a second, but her warmth is inviting, and the idea of just sitting in the calm of her room, even for a moment, feels good. You push off the doorframe slowly, feet dragging just a little as you cross the room, feeling the ache of the day settle deeper now that you’re finally in the quiet. Alexia watches you without a word at first, her book forgotten at her side, a softness in her expression that you don’t think she realises is there.

Teddy beats you to the bed, leaping up like he owns the place which, given how often you’ve both crashed here lately, might as well be true. He circles at the foot of the bed, settles, then promptly stretches out until he’s pressed against your legs when you sit down.

Alexia’s head tilts as she watches the two of you, a lazy smile tugging at her mouth. “He’s getting bold. Must feel comfortable here now.”

You laugh under your breath. “Yeah, well. He’s not the only one getting too comfortable.”

Alexia chuckles softly at that, but doesn’t deny it. She shifts, her shoulder brushing yours for just a moment as she turns slightly to face you, pulling the blanket up over both your legs like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” Alexia murmurs, voice low, gentle.

You let your head drop back against the headboard with a sigh. “Just… everything. The clubs. The offers. It’s a lot.”

She hums, thoughtful. “But you already know what you want, don’t you?”

You glance at her sideways, lips twitching. “Maybe.”

She grins. “Liar.” You laugh, letting your eyes close briefly, the smile still on your face. “So what do I need to do to tip the scales?” Alexia teases after a long beat of silence, her tone lighter, laced with something softer underneath.

You peek an eye open at her. “What, you volunteering as official Barcelona recruiter now?”

“Someone’s got to step up,” she fires back easily, giving you a little nudge with her shoulder. “They clearly didn't seal the deal today. If they were serious, they’d have sent me into the boardroom.”

You scoff. “You think you’d have sealed the deal?”

Alexia’s smirk turns slow, dangerous. “I know I would.”

It’s playful, but there’s something humming underneath it now the kind of teasing that feels closer, heavier, like it might tip over into something else if you let it. You grin, shaking your head, trying to play it off. “Dangerous levels of confidence.”

She shrugs like it’s nothing. “I’ve been told.” And then, her smile twists into something smug, knowing. “So…” she starts, voice syrup-slow, stretching it out deliberately. “Are you exclusively into your coaches’ daughters, or does your interest widen to players too?”

You actually choke on your breath, caught so off guard it makes her laugh, soft but wicked. “Wow,” you manage, rubbing a hand down your face, both flustered and trying very hard not to show it. “You’ve been waiting to throw that one out, haven’t you?”

Alexia leans in just enough that you can feel the warmth of her against your side, her grin all teeth now, eyes glinting. “Maybe,” she says. “Kika an Ellie weren't discussing it very quietly.”

You shake your head, cheeks warm, trying not to laugh as you groan into your hands, “Unbelievable.”

“I’m just saying,” she continues, merciless now, “Barcelona has a history of… very persuasive players.”

You glance over at her, caught somewhere between exasperated and charmed. “Is this part of the official pitch?”

She shrugs, settling back, her smirk lingering. “Off the record.”

You laugh, the tension in your chest finally cracking, falling away into something easier. You lean your head back again, letting the quiet settle in once more. Teddy sighs dramatically at your feet, clearly over both of you. “You’re trouble, Putellas,” you murmur, eyes half-lidded.

You stare up at the ceiling for a long moment, letting the silence stretch, but your mind is anything but still.

You tilt your head toward her, voice low, lazy, but edged with something more intentional now. “Ironic, though… you saying you’d have sealed the deal by now.”

Alexia hums, pretending to focus on her book again, but you catch the flicker of a smile she tries to hide. “Yeah?” she murmurs, pretending innocence.

You let your gaze linger on her now, slower, less guarded. “Yeah,” you say quietly, letting the weight of your words settle. “Considering I’ve been pretty openly waiting for you to make a move.”

That makes her pause. Her fingers still where they toyed with the edge of the page, and for a beat, she doesn’t look at you, but you see the corners of her mouth twitch, like you’ve both stepped over an invisible line neither of you have dared cross until now.

“Oh,” she says finally, glancing at you from the corner of her eye, playing it cool but you see the flush that creeps just under the surface. “Is that right?”

You nod once, slow, letting her feel the honesty in it. “Pretty obvious, I thought.”

Alexia exhales a quiet laugh, leaning back into the pillows like she’s still pretending to play it casual, but you don’t miss the way her throat moves as she swallows. “Well…” she says softly, voice dipping lower now, more intimate, like the air in the room just got heavier. “Maybe I was giving you space to figure out if you actually wanted Barcelona… or just… certain players.”

You smirk at that. “You mean certain captains?”

Alexia lets out a soft, breathy laugh, finally turning fully toward you now, eyes meeting yours in the dim light, and this time there’s no hiding what’s in them. “Maybe I like to see someone work for it a little,” she murmurs.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Brutal.”

She shrugs, but the playfulness is thick now, layered over something warmer, heavier. “You still haven’t given me your final answer,” she adds, but there’s a teasing tilt to her tone now, like you both know she’s not just talking about football anymore.

You hold her gaze for a beat longer than necessary, the pull between you electric and thick in the stillness of the room. “Maybe I’m still waiting on the official offer,” you say, voice dipping lower.

Alexia’s eyes flick down to your mouth for just a heartbeat before she smirks again, softer this time, and leans back like she’s letting you stew in it a little longer as her book is put on the nightstand. “Maybe you’ll get it,” she whispers. “If you’re patient.” And with that, she pulls the blanket up, settling deeper into the bed like she hasn’t just knocked the air right out of your lungs.

You sit there for a few more moments, the weight of what was and very much wasn’t said still hanging between you, thick and heavy in the quiet of the room. Alexia watches you, expression unreadable now, eyes softer but still carrying that teasing glint.

Eventually, you let out a breath and stretch, the movement slow and deliberate as you peel yourself out from under the blanket. “Alright,” you say, forcing your tone back to light, even though you feel anything but. “I should let you sleep.”

You move to stand, brushing your hand casually over Teddy’s head as he lets out a content sigh, completely oblivious to the slow burn playing out above him.

“Goodnight, Alexia.”

You turn to leave, but before you can even make it to the doorway, her voice cuts through the stillness quieter now, but laced with something heavier. “Where are you going?” she asks, soft, but there’s an edge to it now. Like she already knows the answer but can’t help herself.

You glance back over your shoulder, giving her your best innocent smile, even though you know your eyes are giving you away. “To bed,” you say smoothly, pausing in the doorway just long enough to let the silence pull tight. “To be patient… apparently.”

Alexia blinks at that, and for a split second, you catch the flush rise in her cheeks before she laughs under her breath and shakes her head at you, like you’ve managed to flip the game on her, just a little, “Touché,” she murmurs, but there’s no hiding the warmth in her voice now, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a bit too long.

You grin to yourself as you turn fully, padding down the hallway toward the guest room, your heart thudding in your chest. Patience never felt so dangerous.

⚽️

The morning light creeps in too early, filtering through the thin curtains of the guest room, but you’re already awake.

You’d been awake for a while, really tossing and turning, brain refusing to slow down. Replay after replay of last night. Of the way Alexia looked at you. Of the things you both didn’t say out loud, but left hanging in the air like a loaded question.

Teddy is sprawled on the floor, snoring softly, completely at ease, which is more than you can say for yourself.

You rub at your face, exhaling into the quiet and that’s when you hear it a soft knock. You blink, caught off guard. You glance at the clock. Early. Too early for anything to be casual. Another knock, even quieter this time.

When the door cracks open, there she is. Alexia. Messy hair, oversized hoodie, shorts peeking out beneath the hem. She’s hugging her arms around herself like she wasn’t sure she was actually going to knock until she was already standing here.

you frown softly, confused. “Everything okay?”

She lingers in the doorway, awkward, she shrugs, but it’s forced, and when she finally meets your eyes, there’s something vulnerable there you weren’t expecting.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she says, almost like she’s admitting defeat.

You search her face. “You want a drink?”

She shakes her head once, quick. “No. I… I just…” She huffs out a breath, frustration at herself clear now. “Can I—? Can I just…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. She doesn’t have to. You pat the space beside you without needing more explanation.

Alexia pauses only to close the door behind her, then stands there for a moment, still hugging herself like she’s debating if she’s gone too far, crossed too many lines at once.

You tilt your head. “You okay?”

She lets out a breathy laugh, but it’s thin, almost sheepish. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”

You soften at that. “Come here.”

That’s all it takes. She crosses the room quickly this time, crawling onto the bed without hesitation now, like if she slows down, she might overthink it and bolt. She settles into the space beside you, tentative at first, but when you lift the blanket, she slides in like she’s been doing it forever.

It’s quiet again, only this time it’s different, her head finds your shoulder, hand brushing your stomach lightly like she’s testing the water.

You can feel the tension bleeding out of her slowly, as if she’s finally letting herself lean into the comfort she usually walls off.

“This is dangerous,” you murmur into her hair after a few heartbeats of silence.

She hums. “Yeah. I know.”

You swallow thickly, the weight of her pressed against you sending your heart into overdrive. For a while, neither of you says anything. It’s soft, still, intimate in a way that speaks louder than words.

“If you had a bad dream you only have to say, I'll protect you from the monsters” you joke.

Alexia lets out a soft laugh against your skin, her breath warm where it touches your collarbone. “No” she whispers, voice barely there now. “No bad dream”

And just like that the last thread of pretence snaps, her hand slides up your side, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, grounding herself, grounding you. “Alexia…” you murmur, warning and want tangled together.

She looks up at you then, and everything that’s been simmering between you is there, raw and unspoken in her gaze.

You notice it before she says anything.

The way she subtly shifts her neck, rolls her shoulders like she’s trying to work out something tight, but failing. You see the little winces she tries to hide, the stiffness in the way she adjusts under the blanket.

You brush your hand lightly over her shoulder, feather-soft, testing. “You’re tense.”

“I’m fine,” she says too quickly

You huff a soft laugh. “You’re a terrible liar, Alexia.”

She groans quietly into the fabric of your shirt as she buries her face but doesn’t deny it.

“You want me to help?” you offer, gentle, giving her the space to say no even though you can already feel her wavering.

“I’m okay,” she mumbles again, but it’s weaker this time. You feel her body giving herself away more than her words.

You smile, waiting her out, fingers brushing softly over the nape of her neck. She caves first, predictably. “…Maybe,” she grumbles finally, like it costs her pride just to admit it.

You grin, leaning down so your breath ghosts over her ear. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She huffs again, but this time it sounds more like a laugh. Reluctantly, Alexia rolls onto her stomach, the blanket pooling low around her waist. She stretches out, arms folded under the pillow, her hair tumbling loose across her back. She tenses again when your hands gently sweep the strands aside.

“Take your shirt off,” you say, soft, careful, but there’s no teasing now just sincerity. “You’ll feel it better.”

She hesitates for a breath, but then leans up enough to peel the hoodie over her head, tossing it somewhere beside the bed. She pauses with the shirt, glancing back at you like she’s giving you one last chance to change your mind. To change her own mind.

You don’t. She doesn't.

She pulls it off slowly, exposing the smooth expanse of her back, the soft curve of her spine, and all that ink that you’ve caught glimpses of before, but never like this.

Your breath catches slightly, unprepared for how much seeing her like this, bare, vulnerable, open would punch the air right out of your lungs.

Her tattoos stretch and shift with every subtle movement, each one telling a story she never quite lets anyone read up close.

You settle carefully, straddling the backs of her thighs, keeping enough space not to overwhelm her, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her skin.

Your hands hover above her back for a second longer than necessary, your gaze trailing the ink as your fingers finally, carefully, make contact. Her skin is warm, soft, the tension sitting in the knots of her shoulders almost immediately under your touch.

She shivers slightly when your palms glide over her shoulder blades, not from cold but from something else neither of you names.

“Jesus, Al” you murmur as you feel just how tight the muscles are under your fingertips. “You’re more tense than I thought.” Little did you know you were the reason for most of it, her being half naked and you touching her in ways she'd only envisioned before.

“Told you I was fine,” she mumbles into the pillow, but you can hear the slight strain in her voice now.

"Clearly a lie" You start working slowly, carefully, thumbs pressing deep into the muscle, finding the tight knots and coaxing them loose, feeling the way her body tries to resist at first, and then finally starts to yield.

Your fingers follow the trail of her tattoos, tracing them unintentionally, like your hands are memorising more than just tension. Neither of you speaks for a long stretch.

The only sounds in the room are your quiet breathing, the occasional soft hum from Alexia when your hands hit a particularly sore spot, and the faint rustle of the sheets beneath you both.

The atmosphere is thick, heavy with something that hangs unsaid and maybe Alexia feels it too, because after a long silence, she finally lets out a breath that sounds a lot like surrender.

“…You’re dangerous,” she mumbles into the pillow.

You smile softly, still working over the knot in her shoulder. “Takes one to know one.”

Her laugh is low, muffled, and when she finally tilts her head to glance at you over her shoulder, her eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them.

You keep working in slow, steady circles, fingers pressing deep into the tightness beneath her skin, but your touch softens now, lingering longer than strictly necessary.

Alexia breathes out a low sound not quite a sigh, not quite a moan, but something in between that makes your pulse jump in your throat.

Your thumbs brush over the dip at her lower back, feeling the way she shivers slightly beneath you. Her skin is impossibly warm, the rise and fall of her back slow and heavy now, like she’s finally giving into the weight of your hands and maybe it’s the early morning haze, or the tension that’s been simmering too long between you both but you push your luck.

Without overthinking it, you lean down, softly at first, a gentle brush of your lips against the curve of her shoulder, barely there, more breath than kiss.

Alexia tenses, but only for a second. Then you feel her sink back into the touch like she’s daring you to keep going.

So you do.

You trail another kiss, slow, just below the line of one of her tattoos. Then another, a little closer to her neck this time, feeling the way her breath catches when your lips linger just a moment longer.

Her head turns slightly into the pillow, exposing more of her neck to you now like she’s not going to say it out loud but she’s giving you permission.

“You’re pushing your luck,” she murmurs, voice thick, low, but there’s no real warning in it. It’s a challenge she's hoping you'll take. A crack in her usual iron wall.

You smile against her skin, letting your lips hover there, your breath warm over the sensitive spot just below her ear. “Maybe I am,” you whisper back. “Maybe you like it.”

Her breath is shaky now, her hands curling into the sheets beneath her as you let your mouth explore her neck and still she doesn’t stop you. Her body tells you everything her mouth refuses to.

Your hands slide lower, palms smoothing over the small of her back, not pushing, just grounding, feeling the way she arches slightly into you. Her body instinctively searched for the contact, you obey kissing between her shoulder blades as your fingers wander bumping over her abs and unintentionally grazing the underside of her breasts as you caressed her soft skin.

The air between you is thick, electric now, no more teasing just weight. Just heat. Just the way your name would sound on her lips if she finally let herself say it the way you both want.

You lean in again, trailing one last kiss along her spine, slow, deliberate, tasting the skin there like a promise and Alexia exhales like you’ve stolen all the air from her lungs.

It’s feels like a loaded spring, coiled tight, waiting for someone anyone to make that move, you swallow, your hands still resting over the curve of her lower back, your thumbs brushing over her bare skin.

“Alexia…” you murmur, almost a warning, almost a plea.

She turns her head toward you properly this time, eyes dark, unreadable, but there’s no hesitation in the way she looks at you now. All that bravado, all the teasing and deflecting, stripped away until there’s only this raw, quiet honesty sitting between you.

Her gaze drops to your mouth. Lingers there and that’s it, that’s the thing that snaps the fragile thread holding you both back.

You shift your weight forward, slowly at first, giving her one last chance to pull away, to shut it down. She doesn’t. She meets you halfway, her mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s nothing like the teasing, controlled games you’ve been playing all week. It’s messy, breathless, aching with everything that’s been building under the surface. There’s no patience left. No walls. Just the desperate crash of mouths, the scrape of teeth, the way her body turns underneath you, hands finally reach for you, dragging you down fully against her.

You groan into her mouth, feeling the way she arches up into you, like she’s been starving for this just as much as you have.

“Finally,” she mutters against your lips, breath hot, voice wrecked now, all the smoothness stripped from it.

You smile into the kiss, your hand sliding up her side, feeling every inch of her, taking hold of her breast, “I was to be patient, remember?”

She laughs, breathless, but it turns into a soft gasp when your mouth finds her neck again, kissing, tasting, letting yourself sink into her properly now.

Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer, her breath ragged in your ear as she lets herself fall apart beneath you.

You've been dancing around this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it's here, it's all you can do not to devour her whole.

Her breath hitches as your fingers trace the line of her collarbone, then drift lower to the swell of her breasts. She arches into your touch, the air thickening with want. You lean in, capturing her mouth with yours in a kiss that's been brewing for days, weeks, maybe even longer. It's messy and hungry, all the pent-up frustration and desire spilling out between you.

Your hands roam her body as if it's a map you've been dying to explore, while her own fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. The room is a blur of soft light and shadow, the only thing that matters the heat of her skin and the sweet taste of her mouth. You break the kiss to explore her neck, feeling the tremble of her pulse beneath your lips as your teeth graze her sensitive skin.

Her breathy moan fills the room as you move down, your mouth finding her breasts. You tease her nipples, rolling them between your fingers as your tongue darts out to taste her. She gasps your name, her body writhing beneath yours. The anticipation has turned to urgency, the gentle strokes of your hand turning into something more demanding. You feel her wetness through her underwear, and it's all you can do not to rip them off and dive into her fully. You ease her back onto the bed, your kisses following the line of her abdomen until you reach the juncture of her thighs. The scent of her arousal fills the air, driving you wild.

You kiss along the inside of her thighs, your hands gripping her hips to keep her still as she tries to buck against you. Your tongue darts out to trace the edge of her panties, making her quiver. You can feel the heat emanating from her, the way her muscles tighten in anticipation. With a final teasing kiss, you pull the fabric aside and taste her, her sweetness making your senses reel. She cries out, her hands reaching for your head, her hips lifting to meet your eager mouth.

Alexia's legs spread wider, giving you full access to her most intimate parts. Your tongue delves into her folds, exploring her with a hunger that's been building for far too long. Her hands are in your hair now, holding you to her, as you lick and suck with an intensity that's unbridled. Her moans crescendo, her breath coming in ragged pants as you bring her closer to the edge. You feel her tense, her legs quivering, and you know she's almost there.

With one hand, you slip two fingers inside her, curling them in the way you hoped she’d like. Her body clamps down around you as she starts to come, her moans turning to whimpers of pleasure. You don't stop, instead pushing her harder, feeling her climax wash over her in waves until she's trembling and panting beneath you. You kiss your way back up her body, her taste still on your lips, her eyes glazed with passion as she looks at you.

The air in the room is still thick, heavy with everything that just happened everything that had been simmering for weeks, months, finally spilling over the edge.

The sheets are tangled, bodies loose and sated, the frantic edge replaced by something softer now. Your breath finally evens out, but your heart still hasn’t quite caught up. Alexia is quiet beside you, stretched out on her stomach, head turned toward you, hair messy and spilling over the pillow.

For a while, neither of you says anything. It’s not awkward. It’s something else. Fragile, intimate in a way that feels almost more dangerous than the kissing, the touching, the heat.

You let your fingers trace lazy lines over the curve of her spine, following some the ink you memorised by touch first and now by sight in the early morning light.

She doesn’t stop you, in fact, she leans into it, her body soft and relaxed now, the walls she usually wears like armour nowhere in sight.

“You okay?” you murmur finally, your voice still rough from all of it.

She hums, but it’s soft, almost shy. “Yeah.”

You watch her for a beat longer, taking in the flushed skin of her cheeks, the swollen curve of her lips. You smile, small but real. “That was… unexpected.”

She laughs quietly, burying her face into the pillow for a second, and for a rare, rare moment she lets you see her flustered. “I think we’re past pretending it hasn’t been on the table for a while,” she says finally, muffled into the pillow.

You laugh softly, letting your hand rest at the small of her back, thumb brushing there in slow circles. “You think?”

She finally looks at you fully now, eyes still soft but clearer, like she’s grounded again. “It’s different now, though,” she says, and there’s no tease this time. “No going back.”

You nod, serious now. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

She holds your gaze, something quiet but heavy sitting between you, not fear exactly, but the weight of what it means. For her. For you. For everything that could be complicated now, but instead of pulling away like you half-expect, she shifts closer, sliding her arm lazily across your waist, tucking herself against you without saying more.

You feel your heart squeeze, comfortable silence settles again, softer this time, the kind that comes after a truth you’ve both stopped running from. Alexia breaks it eventually, voice low, teasing but edged with something more vulnerable underneath. “…So, do I get the exclusive now? Or are you still holding out for more coaches’ daughters?”

You groan, laughing into your hand. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Nope.” She grins into your skin, smug now, but her hand tightens gently on your waist, grounding you both. “But I’m also not sharing.”

You turn your head, pressing a kiss into her hair, lingering there “Good," you whisper. “Because neither am I.”

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Freak (1 of 2)

Summary: Infinity Stone mishap!

Rating: R

Song Request: Freak by Doja Cat

Requester: @Ellazaee (wattpad)

‘’again, I cant thank you enough for helping me out with this- money doesn’t exactly grow on trees’’ you laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck while you followed along side Loki who continued to give you the tour.

He found your nervousness adorable, with how red your cheeks got and your almost uncontrollable laughter sometimes whenever you were around him. he had his nervous habits to, and he was sure you noticed them as well while he found himself rambling or over explaining when you clearly got the point at which room was which and its function.

Half the time, he would fall silent, in fear of saying something foolish and pushing you away. He didn’t wish to squash his chances at being your lover- he still was trying to figure out how to approach that situation; but he was absolutely not going to ruin this friendship.

You smiled while you busied your eyes elsewhere, noting how quiet he got and would mess with his hair pointlessly when his fingers got fidgety. Loki was your best friend, and you didn’t want to assume with how he had been acting the last few months that he had grown some attraction to you.. you didn’t want to give yourself that hope. So you told yourself you were content with how the two of you were now,.. it just seemed to get harder and harder lately, especially with how he dressed and acted in his leadership role. Sexy..

You would stare and tug at your sleeve mindlessly, hoping you wouldn’t already rip your new TVA uniform on the first day- but Loki being hot was prescribing that risk incredibly. Just friends.. and nothing more.. and you both didn’t even know the real feelings you had for each other.

‘’perhaps I could thank you over a cup of coffee? You’ve already done so much, even on top of your busy schedule and-‘’

‘’darling, you are a valued person in my life. Do not think that it is ever a bother or an inconvenience to my schedule when you are in need of aid.’’ Loki smiled, chancing a moment to look at you and his eyes may have lingered to long, having the both of you quickly look forward and clear your throats.

Gods.. did it sound like I friend-zoned her- ‘valued person in my life??’ Are you serious Loki! Come on.. think..

‘’Ah- and I’ll introduce you to more of the staff-‘’ Loki said quickly, hoping to find a way out from his awkward feeling by directing your way towards the computer desks, walking brickly while he glanced back at you excitedly. ‘’we have one special person here I know you could count on for anything-‘’

‘’okay..’’ you smiled, following behind quickly over to the crowded area of desks and computers.

Loki was standing next to a.. average, almost nerdy looking man who had his head damn near an inch of his computer screen and clearly absorbed in what he was doing without even noticing Loki on the other side.

‘’Casey?” Loki said, hinting his presence while you stood beside him.

‘’Casey.’’ He said a little dryer, clearly hating to repeat himself while he moved his jacket out of the way to place his hands on his hips.

‘’I think he’s in the middle of watching something..’’ you whisper while you leaned closer to Casey to look at the screen. Just as you swore you could hear something quite resembling a moan, Casey flinched and made you jump back by his quick movement, his arm having accidently swept some of the things on his desk, to the floor before you.

‘’oh shit- sorry! I don’t think I heard you- how long have you been there??” he said quickly with probably just as much nerves while he turned his computer chair to face you both.

‘’not to long, were we interrupting?” Loki asked casually while he glanced at the stuff on the floor between you both and the man fidgeting where he sat.

‘’no no- it’s just.. sometimes I take my breaks here rather than head to the break room and I catch up on my- oh it’s okay! I’ll get it!’’ he insisted while you had bent down to help pick up the small things that he had dropped.

‘’it’s okay, we’ll work on a better approach in the future.’’ You teased and picked up a few pens, a notebook and a glowing, small gold rock like thing. ‘’-what is this?” you asked while you raised your eyes to look at him, your whole body tensing to see that his eyes had been looking at your chest while you were kneeling down.

‘’it’s an infinity stone- paper weights, as we call them and er- use them..’’ Casey sheepishly laughed, his smile quickly wiping away from his face when his eyes reached your glaring ones and grabbed quickly for his things. ‘’s-sorry- I just- AH!’’ he yelped simultaneously with you, having grabbed for the gold stone next before it seemed to flash for merely a second and zap, causing both your hands to flinch away and his things fell back to the ground.

‘’oh for heaven’s sake-‘’ Loki huffed, eyes ripping away from trying to dissect what Casey had been watching and grabbed hold of the things on the floor.

Casey sat back in his chair, wide eyes while clutching his hand protectively and you having stood back up with a stumbling step.  

‘’are you alright?” Loki asked, giving you a quick glance before setting Casey’s things back on the desk, as if he hadn’t noticed what happened between the two of you.

‘’yes of course, perfectly fine.. shall we continue with.. the- er.. tour?” you asked, rubbing at your hand where it had been zapped while your eyes trailed off once they caught sight of Loki, lips parting as if mesmerized and dragging up his form to his awaiting- confusing eyes.

Casey sat tensely in his chair, almost waiting for you to kill him for having stared at your chest while Loki seemed preoccupied by turning quickly towards Casey after brushing his hands off together and clasping them behind his back.   

‘’that would be a good idea darling,’’ Loki noted while his gaze continued to bore into Casey. ‘’watch that Midgardian rubbish elsewhere, and mind where your vision decides to settle or you’ll find yourself without any.’’ He said almost to sharply, having apparently caught Casey’s wondering eyes and Casey quickly nodding with a quick spin of his chair to click away at a few tabs on his computer.

‘’yes sir- right away-‘’ he stuttered but already noticed Loki turning away while you stiffened to try to look normal as possible.

Loki wrapped an arm around your shoulder and ushered you away towards the halls. ‘’I’m really sorry about him- I promise he won’t be any trouble when you are working here, he’s in a whole other department anyway..’’ he explained while you let him lead.

You felt strange, your skin feeling tingly and warm- especially where Loki’s arm and hand was lingering to help guide your way. what had happened.. what was that zap.. and why the hell do these people have infinity stones handy like it’s normal? ‘’Loki i- I’m kinda feeling funny..’’ you admitted, a hand coming to your throbbing temple while Loki released you to turn your body by your shoulders to look at him.

‘’what do you mean- are you alright? Was it what happened back there?? I swear I will write a report on what he did the minute we-‘’

‘’no no it’s not that-‘’ you shook your head, fingers fiddling with themselves while you looked up shyly at Loki and felt your eyes widening at how he looked now.

He’s always been beautiful, cheekbones practically have been sculpted by angels but-.. every single inch of him seemed to have increased tremendously in.. attractiveness. He wasn’t even standing that close but his smell filled your senses like a drug, picking up pine and masculinity that had your eyes damn near fluttering shut. Your skin was warm, making you pull at your shirt collar and shift in place. His hands were slender, gentle on your shoulders and you resisted the urge to look at them and fantasize where else you’d like to feel them.

A throbbing had appeared between your legs, making you shift even more in place and embarrassingly made it almost look like you had an urgent need to use the restroom. You were so.. horny..

‘’darling- I think you should sit down a moment..’’ Loki said gently, his speech almost sounding like it was a little deeper and slower- much like in the movie scenes when someone had been drugged.

Drugged! No- it had to be the infinity stone.. which color was yellow again? Casey might have used it accidentally on you in his nervous wreck state- what had he been thinking about in that moment?

As your mind spun and tried coping with how your body began to increase in wants and needs, Loki had gently taken your hand and pulled you into the next room. It looked like a small meeting room, simple with a large table in the center and a couple chairs.

‘’alright darling, just sit right here and I can go fetch you a cup of water..’’ Loki offered, almost talking to you like you were a child while you felt yourself staring blankly forward and lowered yourself backward.

Loki quickly took your waist and last minute guided you to a chair before you had the chance to fall on your ass in your blank state. But no.. there was so much more going on..

‘’water would be.. nice..’’ you nodded, looking up at him from there you sat and your shoulders slumped, an almost sleepy smile came to your lips while your eyes remained half lidded.

Loki didn’t move for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion and worry before his hand slowly rose to press against your forehead. ‘’..you seem warm.. would you like help taking off your jacket before I fetch the water?’’ he asked, his voice having gotten quiet and you could see he took a hard swallow when you began rubbing your legs together to try to relieve some of the pressure between them and your hands grasped the arms of the chair with white knuckles.

‘’its so hot in here..’’ you breathed, your eyes falling closed while you leaned forward in your chair. ‘’so.. bloody.. hot..’’ you whispered.

While your eyes were closed, your hands left the armrests slowly and rested at both your knees, traveling up your thighs before running up your waist, higher, then gripped your jacket in the middle of your chest. your thighs had slowly spread open as soon as your hands had left them before your head fell back and a sigh left your lips. Slowly you pulled the jacket apart, it falling down your shoulders and pooled at your waist- like one of those fancy wraps one would wear with a dress.

Your head lifted again, slowly.. everything slowly until you were looking back at Loki, opening your eyes to reveal how their color now held the same as the Infinity stone’s.

‘’ You want a good girl that does bad things to you?”

‘’P-Pardon?” Loki stuttered, blinking to finally come back to reality after being sucked into your seductive spell.

He had paused when you had moved, watching your hands glid and travel amongst yourself with numerous wants and wishes for it to be his own hands. His lips had parted, speech caught in his throat while you slowly had taken off the jacket and spread your legs. It was as if he were witnessing a lap dance- chair dance? Whatever it was, he knew it wasn’t you, something was clearly wrong- but the selfish part of him couldn’t bring himself to stop you until he saw your eye color.

Why were they- what happened.. what was happening??

You smirked, your mind lost and your body seemed to take over as your eyes dropped down to his bulge, seeing how it twitched while you looked back up at him. “I ain't afraid of a little pain..’’ you purred, watching how he shifted to relieve some of the pressure in his pants and rest on a hand against the table.

‘’Y/N this- I don’t know what’s going on here but.. clearly something happened..’’ he almost seemed to convince himself than you while the other hand rested on his hip and he took a breath to calm himself. ‘’your being very-‘’

‘’honest?” you challenged, a smirk came to your face when he looked at you once more and you shrugged, sitting back in the chair and crossing a leg over the other seductively. ‘’perhaps I’ve finally come to realize that I don’t wish to hide my true feelings for you Loki. I’ve had enough, and I know what I want. I’m done playing this game.’’ Your eyes began raking over his body. ‘’I know how you feel about me..’’

Loki’s cock twitched, a hand coming up to run through his hair while his fingers white knuckled the edge of the table he was leaning on. Gods she’s so beautiful.. so seductive.. he could smell how much you wanted him, and he was going crazy while he fought with himself to focus. ‘’Y/N..’’ he started, not exactly sure on what he wanted to say, but his eyes were on everything, but yours. ‘’we.. need to get you checked out..’’

You sighed, giving a light wave of your hand before you uncrossed your legs and sat straighter, hands coming to grip at your chest. ‘’so be it then.’’ You agreed before tearing your button down apart, buttons clicking to the floor while your chest exposed itself and pillowed in your lacey black bra.

‘’Y/N!- that’s not what I..’’ he trailed off, his eyes having caught sight of your chest and instantly gawked, his cock at full attention through his pants while he stood with his arms at his sides. ‘’gods.. your just..’’ he breathed but his words stopped as soon as you stood up, letting your shirt and jacket fall behind you while you seemed to slink over.

‘’This can go one of two ways..’’ you offered, hips swaying as you walked closer before your hands raised, coming to drape over his shoulders while his body stayed still, breath hitched and his eyes fell down to your cleavage. ‘’we could flip a coin. I could be your slave..’’ your voice got quieter with do-me-eyes and his instantly lifted to yours, almost widening at your offer while your hand trailed to grip his tie. ‘’or, I could tie you down and tease until you hate me.’’ You smirked, having walked backwards and he obediently followed until you sat yourself on the table.

You pulled him closer, your legs spread so he was standing in between them and you yanked him forward so his palms slapped flat onto the table on either side of your body. ‘’what’s it going to be Loki?” you purred. ‘’you going to spice up your life and come get a freak?”

‘’d-darling.. what has gotten into-‘’

‘’you could.’’ You flirted, raising a brow while a hand dropped to grip his belt.

His hand quickly went to rest on yours but he didn’t pull it away. ‘’g-gods what are you- fuck..’’ he groaned, your hand having left the belt to move down and rub him through his pants.

“Just wait until you get a taste..’’

‘’I..-‘’

Suddenly there was a zap, causing you to yelp with Loki immediately looking you over for injury, sitting up just enough for you to sit up and not headbutt him.

‘’what-.. what happ-‘’ you trailed off as your hand went to your forehead, rubbing slightly the throb away before blinking to clear your vision. Your eyes were back to normal, widening to see Loki an inch away from your face with just as widened eyes.

‘’yeah I knew my instincts were right- I fixed it.’’ Casey’s voice cut into the room, making Loki turn sharply to see him standing at the door with the Infinity stone proudly in his hand.

‘’what are you talking about??” Loki nearly barked, quickly moving his body between you both while you froze on the table.

‘’so a.. it must have sent her to a state of my mind- what I was watching must have been heavy in thought and it sent it over as a command to her when we both picked up the stone’’ Casey shrugged, his smile slowly fading to see Loki’s almost unreadable yet deadly look on his face.

‘’what were you watching?”

‘’-romantic movies..’’

Loki picked up on a lie that made him rotate his shoulders a bit and crack his neck, shaking it off before he cleared his throat. ‘’we’re going to have a long discussion tomorrow. Go home for the day.’’ He said carefully, earning a confused look from Casey until his eyes widened and he grew pale.

‘’ohhh- so sorry.. I’ll just.. yeah-‘’ the door shut quickly just as Loki tensed a muscle to lunge at him. he would have probably allowed himself to storm over if he hadn’t turned his eyes back to you and caught sight of your reddened cheeks, causing him to quickly turn his body so his back was to you.

‘’Y/N I’m sorry-‘’

‘’it wasn’t your doing..’’ you said quietly, sitting up a little and hugged yourself by the temperature in the room. ‘’I kind of had hints of what happened- I just didn’t do anything in time and.. well- I don’t exactly remember the rest.. but I can probably piece things together.’’

‘’I swear, if you want him fired, I can-‘’

‘’it all was an accident- but do talk to him about taking hints and his manners.’’ Your voice wasn’t angry. To be honest, you should be embarrassed, mortified, but perhaps that was the remnants of the stone’s power.. your confidence must be slowly fading away- and he saw you like this anyway. ‘’..did we?.. you know..’’

‘’no.’’ Loki said quietly, keeping his hands at his sides and his back to you. His eyes were closed, squeezed shut as he kicked himself for not having stopped himself from the beginning. ‘’….would you have been disappointed?” he whispered, his mouth faster than his ability to stop his thoughts and held his breath for your answer.

‘’..no.’’ you said and blushed. Perhaps there would be no better time than now.. you reached a hand out and placed it on his shoulder, a gentle nudge hinting for him to slowly turn around and he did, keeping his eyes raised and you stopped yourself from laughing. ‘’Loki, it’s okay.’’

Drawing in a breath, he looked back down, keeping his gaze on yours while you placed your other hand on his other shoulder. Your face was calm, which surprised him a lot and he felt his heart flutter by seeing the Y/N he knew.

‘’I didn’t exactly think it would happen this way.. but I’ve been hoping to tell you the truth that i.. have feelings for you.. I have for a long time.. and not just..’’ your eyes glanced down at yourself and bit your bottom lip, fingers clutching Loki’s shoulders more. ‘’sexually..’’

Loki’s hands were shaking, using all the power of the gods to stop himself from reaching forward while his heart fluttered and a smile tugged at his lips. ‘’gods Y/N.. I’ve been meaning to tell you the same thing..’’ he shifted a little, rubbing his hands on his pants upon realizing he was still standing between your legs. ‘’I wish it was under better circumstances.. but do know that you are the most beautiful creature I’ve laid my eyes on..’’ he whispered, making your own heart flutter and your cheeks reddened bashfully.

‘’what exactly happened.. earlier?” you asked sheepishly, not sure if you wanted to know.

Loki drew a breath, clearly the thought of Casey at the moment making him not so pleased while he looked towards the door. ‘’he must have knocked the stone off his desk and-‘’

‘’no..’’ you said quietly, a hand moving to his chin and turning him back to face you. ‘’after..’’

Loki’s cheeks went to a light hue of red, his hand raising slowly and took hold of yours, his movements always slow and ready to pause if you so much as uttered the word. By you maneuvering your hand to lace your fingers with his instead, had his body noticeably relax and an exhale released.

‘’well.. the stone was all based off honest.. and um.. apparently you were making quite the sinful offers and remarks i.. didn’t quite think you- you know.. I just never thought that-‘’

‘’you never thought I could be so.. bold?” you finished for him, blushing while he gave a gentle nod and a sheepishly look. ‘’when I am highly comfortable with someone, all walls drop and I am more.. well, comfortable.’’

Loki raised a brow a little. ‘’aren’t you comfortable with me from the amount of time of us knowing each other?”

‘’well yes but.. I mean sexually.. being highly comfortable with someone is one thing, but moving to the bedroom can have you back to being as shy as a school girl..’’ your eyes lifted and returned his own sheepish look. ‘’once the shy barrier is down.. I tend to.. take the lead on things..’’

Loki’s brows raised and you could have sworn you saw movement in his pants if you both weren’t in the middle of a staring match to withhold respect since you were almost naked. ‘’well.. I like you.. you like me, perhaps it’s something we could explore in the future, but I am more than ready for these baby steps.. if you’ll have me..’’ he whispered, taking hold of both your hands now in his and looked down at you lovingly while your thumbs rubbed against his skin.

‘’I will have you Loki, because I want you..’’ you bit your lip and glanced down at your hands. ‘’in every.. single.. way..’’

Loki’s grip tightened every so slightly as he watched you. ‘’..are you certain darling?” there was a hint of excitement in his voice and you confirmed the movement in his pants before you quickly moved your eyes up.

‘’well..’’ you glanced down at yourself and shyly smiled. ‘’we’re half way there..’’

PART TWO

Note: Sorry i did Casey dirty here, just needed a side character and he was the closest one in my reach LOL

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Our New Normal Pt. 2 | Leah Williamson x Reader

Our New Normal 2/4 (read pt 1 here)

“The next station is London Euston, where this train terminates. Please ensure you have all your belongs with you when you leave the train”

You pull out your AirPods from your ears and slot them back into it’s case. The train journey was pretty pleasant. Interestingly, the First Class cabin was quieter than usual, with less fellow travellers in this trip than usual.

You grab your hand mirror from your bag,  checking your appearance and fidgeting around with your hair; making sure to retouch your lipstick and spritz a little perfume. You rarely wore makeup when it wasn’t necessary, but for some reason you wanted to make the extra effort to make yourself look slightly more put together when Leah picks you up tonight. Usually, the Arsenal defender only ever saw you in sweatpants and a hoodie, thick rim glasses instead of contact lenses, and with your hair tied up in a loose ponytail. 

For the first time, in a very long time, you were nervous to see your best mate. That wasn't normal at all.

The first thing Leah spots is your familiar silver rimowa suitcase– in fact, it was hers first. When the wheels of your well-loved and well-traveled suitcase decided to break during one of your visits to London, Leah insisted that you take one of her many suitcases that she had stowed away. The blonde never ended up asking for it back so you’ve kept it ever since, and use it every time you take your little trips. 

Leah’s eyes trail upwards until they meet yours. She cocks one eyebrow at the slight difference in your appearance. To her, you were always beautiful but there was something about you right then that seemed different– like you were currently going through a big lifestyle change and the subtle difference in your appearance reflected that. In her mind, the defender chalked it up to you preparing for your transfer to your new club. It wasn't something she liked to think about often as you still had not told her where you were moving to. She just hoped that wherever you moved to, it won't be too far from her.

Leah watched from the distance as your eyes scanned the busy station, trying to find her. She grinned as she sees you weave your fingers through your hair to push it back, a long-time habit of yours that Leah found very, very charming.

Eventually her time to admire you from afar gets cut short when your eyes finally meet hers. You both grin at each other from across the arrivals area of the station before simultaneously making your way towards each other, skilfully dodging other people along the way. 

Leah is the one that closes the distance between the two of you, her arms wrapping themselves around your waist; meanwhile yours found purchase around her shoulders. For a moment, all you see is her strawberry blonde hair as she tucks her face into your neck. 

“Hiya, beautiful” She mumbles against your neck. You can feel the light press of her lips as they move against your skin causing you to giggle slightly at the feeling.

You’ve missed her a lot. 

This was normal.

It was normal to miss you friend this much.

“Hi, Lee” You say softly against her ear. This is what you’ve been craving for weeks now– Leah and her hugs. No matter how long you both were apart, there was nothing awkward about the first hug when you are both reunited. It’s instinctual, it’s comfort, and it’s home. You step closer to her, minimising whatever little space there was left between your bodies, and wrap your arms tighter around her neck. 

Home.

“I’ve missed you, baby” A moment later Leah moves to break the hug, her arms gliding across your lower back, both palms pressing against you until they settle comfortably on your hips. She reaches up to cup one side of your face, tilting it to the side, before her lips land sweetly on your cheek. When she pulls away so you are both finally seeing eye to eye, there’s that familiar grin on her face. You couldn’t help but mirror it back with a big smile of your own. 

“I missed you too” You mumble back, blushing slightly at the intensity of her stare.

You’ve nagged her in the past for her staring habit, and all she did was quip back saying she’s “making sure all your cute freckles are still there”

“Right. Let’s get a move on then” Without even waiting for your reply, the defender has one hand over the handle of your suitcase and the other tugging you along behind her.

You both walk outside towards the parking lot, the chill of the London air feels all too familiar lately, until you stop by her car. The blonde unlocks her car, opens the passenger door, and ushers you inside before jogging to the boot of her car to stow away your luggage. 

Leah turns on the ignition and then presses a button on the console of the car to turn the heater on. You can barely make out the details of the other cars outside in the parking lot due to the chill fogging up the windows, barely being able to make out passer-buyers exhaling fogs of cold air as they chat to one another. She glances over to you, noticing that you’ve got your arms crossed, hands tucked under the cuffs of your long wool jacket. 

“Cold?” She reaches a hand over to gently push back the strands of hair that have fallen over your face. Her hand lingers by your cheek, a frown already forming on her face.

This is normal.

Leah knows you don’t like the cold. Unlike those who look forward to “sweater-weather” and pumpkin spice lattes, you hate the autumn and winter months. You preferred the warmer months when you can sunbathe and wear tank tops all day. “Sorry baby, I should’ve warmed the car up for you earlier”

You smile at her. This is why it was inevitable that you grew feelings her. She’s the kind of person that would go above and beyond for others. Your close friends and teammates would tease you, often jokingly complaining that Leah is spoils you too much and gives you the “princess treatment” even in simple chores. It made you wonder if this dynamic was going to change once you became teammates for the same club.

“It’s fine, Lee. I’ll warm up in a bit” 

Your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy the Arsenal defender because she immediately shrugs off her own black puffer and places it over your body. You were about to nag the blonde about how now she’ll be the one freezing her socks off, but she shut your protests up with a quick stern look in your direction. You figured there was no point arguing with her when you’ve got a surprise for her later on, so you reluctantly accepted her coat.

Speaking of surprises, you were starting to feel nervous. You have never hid anything from your best friend, especially not something as big as this, and you can’t help but overthink about what might happen after tonight. Part of you knows that Leah will most likely be ecstatic over your transfer, but a smaller, more pessimistic part of your brain was worried that Leah would hate being around you even more; or perhaps she might get sick of being around you constantly.

You were great teammates for England, but international camp never lasted long enough to really test how well you can communicate your feelings, and how you can deal with arguments. Sure, you’ve had a few disagreements here and there but you both always resolved it quickly due to the looming threat of having to say goodbye to one another once camp was over once again. You were worried that being together more often would strain your relationship considering you were both complete opposites when it came to how you expressed your feelings.

Leah was a very confrontational person and she does not hesitate to tell people exactly how she feels. On the pitch, she has no problem arguing with the ref whenever she disagreed with a call, and she was exactly the same off the pitch. You, on the other hand, preferred to bottle up your feelings until you eventually break. The few arguments you’ve had with Leah often resulted in you leaving the room to clear your head, and the blonde giving you the time and space to think things through.

Afterwards, when you did resolve everything, Leah often expressed how she wished you would stay and talk to her instead of running out. She said it nicely, comfortingly, but you knew a part of her was frustrated at the way you sometimes handled things. You never got a chance to resolve this issue or compromise because by then it would be time to say goodbye again– whether its because England camp has ended or you were due to separate and go back to your respective clubs. Being teammates for country and now club would mean that you both will have these issues more frequently, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that. 

The sudden change in your behaviour did not go unnoticed by the Arsenal defender. Leah watches as you adjust her jacket around you, the oversized puffer jacket completely engulfing you with only the lower part of your legs and your head visible. She watches as you fidget and fuss over the jacket in your lap, a nervous habit that she is very familiar with. She can tell you probably had a lot going on and she figured it was partly due to the looming deadline of the transfer window. She knows you well enough to know that the only way you will open up is if you are given the time and space to do so. Leah isn’t usually a patient person, but for you she can be. 

She watches you silently for another moment. She swears she felt her heart skip a beat when you try and cocoon yourself further into her jacket, your eyes closed, mouth curved up into a satisfied smile– probably happy with the warmth you were now swaddled in. You didn’t know it but if you wanted her to, Leah would’ve tried to somehow turn winter into summer if it meant seeing you this happy. For now she’s just glad that her puffer jacket can offer you some warmth in the meantime. 

Soon enough, Leah was driving the both of you out of the station’s car park, the navigation flashing the directions to her flat. Usually, the blonde would be blasting music in the car, sharing all the new songs she added to her playlist recently, but she must’ve noticed how tired you are because instead of the normal r&b tunes filling the car, the blonde has turned down the volume until you can barely hear the instrumentals of the song currently playing. 

“Just sleep, y/n” You force your eyes open at Leah’s words, trying to blink the sleep away. You had been trying to stay awake, feeling bad about not being a more entertaining passenger on the long drive back to her flat, but the equal amounts of stress and excitement over the last couple of weeks seem to be catching up to you now. 

As your hand reaches up to try and rub the sleepiness away from your eyes, the defender’s hand reaches up to grab your wrist before you can do so. “Don’t rub your eyes, baby. Remember that tiktok video I sent you?”

The eye roll that follows cannot be helped. Leah had sent you a tiktok video a few days ago about the potential dangers that rubbing your eyes constantly can do– something about weakening or distorting your cornea– but that’s in extreme cases. Why that tiktok video was even on her 'for you page', you didn't want to know.  

“One little eye rub won’t damage my eyes, Lee” 

“And let’s keep it that way, yeah?” You catch her smirk illuminated by the streetlights, already anticipating whatever cocky, unhinged thing that will come out of her mouth next.  “Or else you’d miss seeing my pretty face”

You scoff, clutching her jacket tighter around you. One advantage of Leah driving you around is that it gives you the opportunity to look at your best friend, the woman you were in love with, without care.

The defender was a great driver, both hands always clutching the wheel, and always focused on the road. That meant you can stare at her without having to gaze into those blue eyes. A familiar shade of forget-me-not blues, unusually soft in the morning light, but can also reflect the deepest depths of the ocean when her emotions get the best of her. They say the eyes are the windows into the soul, and this woman was proof of that. She wore her emotions in her pretty blues, and sometimes you swore she felt the same scary, overwhelming emotions you had begun to feel for her. 

But that’s why sometimes you find it hard to stare into her eyes, fearing that that unnamed emotion in her eyes– the one that you so badly want to believe might be adoration, or care, or love– might be gone one day. 

“Piss off, Lee” Damn her and her caring nature.

The blonde risks a quick glance at you causing your breath to catch in your throat. All of a sudden, you feel a lot less sleepy and more aware of your rapidly beating heart. 

“Take a nap, baby. I’ll wake you up when we stop at the gas station” Leah turns her head back to the road for a second, surveying the road ahead of her, before those pretty blues find their way back to you.

“Give your eyes a break for a bit. Wouldn’t want you to get tired of looking at me”

You giggle at that. As if.

“I’ll never get tired of looking at you, Leah” You cheesed out– partly jokingly, but mainly because it’s true. You hope your tone disguises that last bit though. 

That being said, a short nap was beginning to sound very inviting. No sooner than later, you’ve allowed the familiar scent of her that lingers from her jacket, the music barely an audible hum, and the streetlights fading into a blur lull you to sleep. 

Already halfway asleep, you miss the blonde’s quiet “same here, baby” whispered aloud for only her ears to hear. 

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An hour or so passes and you were still fast asleep. Stopping in front of a red light, the defender takes the opportunity to spare a glance towards your sleeping form beside her. She can’t stop the corners of her lips from turning up at the sight of you, a mere puffy marshmallow lump in her passenger seat. Unable to help herself, she reaches over and lightly caresses your face with her thumb. My sleepy girl 

Soon enough it was time for a petrol station stop. Leah pulls up to a petrol station with its bright lights flickering atop a weathered sign. The cold air was tinged with the faint scent of gasoline, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the attached convenience shop. The defender unbuckles her seatbelt before reaching over towards you. Her hand finds it way under her jacket– your blanket– before she finds your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze. 

When you start to stir, Leah runs a hand through your hair in the attempts of taming the bird’s nest-like mess that sits on top of your head. When your eyes finally open, the first thing you see is Leah already grinning at you. You feel your breath catch, like it normally does whenever the pretty blonde is looking at you like that. You silently hope that the inside of the car is dark enough that she can’t see the blush painting your cheeks. 

“Hiya. Had a good nap, yeah?” The grinning defender is still staring at you, so naturally you playfully push her face away with a palm to her cheek. 

“Don’t need your ugly mug to be the first thing I see, Lee” 

Leah laughs loudly at that. Head thrown back, mouth wide open in glee, blonde hair cascading down in loose waves that was probably the result of being put up in a Leah-style “bun” earlier that day. 

“Oi! I’ve been so good to you the entire evening– even letting you sleep and snore in my car– and this is how you repay me?” 

You let out an exaggerated gasp and look at her, unable to stop the grin that is already growing on your face. “I do not snore!” 

“Like a new born piglet, baby” 

Before you could retort, the blonde leans forward in her seat over the console and sneaks a quick kiss to your forehead. This was normal, Leah was usually so generous with her kisses for some reason, but that didn’t mean your heart didn’t flutter every time she laid one on you. “You’re cute, y/n”

You swear your heart skips a beat. Is that normal? 

“I’ve got to get petrol. There’s a shop over there, so why don’t you grab something to eat while I do this?”

You glance over at the convenience store, the promises of hot food and maybe something sweet to satisfy your cravings lately already luring you inside. You turn back to the blonde and nod, handing her back her black puffer jacket which you had essentially held hostage the entire drive. You unbuckle your seatbelt and quickly throw your hair into a loose ponytail, silently bracing yourself for the cold ahead.

Just as you were about to push the car door open, Leah pulls you back with a hand on your arm, and the next thing you know your vision is partially obstructed by a wool beanie placed on your head. “Stay warm, baby” 

Before you could thank her, the blonde has already opened the door on her side of the car and has stood up to shrug her jacket on. She gives you a quick wink before she disappears from your view, making her way to the petrol machine.

You hastily make your way inside the store, grateful for the sudden warmth it provided against the harsh cold from outside. You scan the shop and make a beeline towards the hot food section, and pick up a sausage roll. You scan the rest of the options before picking up the potato wedges for a certain blonde in mind who happens to have the food palette of a 2 year old. You walk around the store for a few more moments, picking up a bottle of Sprite, Diet Coke, a pack of hand-warmers, and two packs of prawn cocktail crisps before heading to the counter to pay. You hear the sound of the automatic doors sliding opening, the wind outside shrilling loudly in your ears, before the doors slide closed again.  

As you reach into your coat to pull out your card to pay, a familiar hand reaches around you and taps their phone against the card reader.

“Leah.” You mutter sternly, eyes narrowed at the blonde who now stood beside you. 

“Perks of having Apple Pay, baby. You would know if you actually bothered to set it up” The defender grabs the bag with your food, throwing a quick ‘thank you’ to the nice man behind the till. She grabs one of your hands in hers and pulls you towards the doors. 

“Brace yourself” Is the only warning you get before Leah pulls you through the doors and out into the cold once again. The cold is harsh against your cheeks, and you find yourself pressing yourself into the blonde’s side. She wraps an arm around you, steering you to her car. She quickly unlocks your car door first, and out of habit holds a hand out above your head so you don’t bump your head into the roof of the car. 

You both settle inside her car and buckle your seatbelts. Leah shrugs her jacket off of her shoulders and places it over your lap. “Use that. You clearly need that more than I do, Rudolph”

She quickly glances over to you, chuckling at the unamused expression on your face as she backs the car out of the petrol station. This time, you were adamant that you will sit through the rest of drive to the blonde's flat, and you did. You and Leah took turns choosing the songs to play, both of you shouting the familiar lyrics from the top of your lungs.

From the corner of your eye, you see Leah take one of her hands off the wheel and flex it open and closed repeatedly. You reckon she must be feeling cold, especially considering you’ve got her puffer blanketing you in its warmth. “Cold, Lee?”

“Hmm? ’m fine, baby. The car will warm me up soon”

You were about to argue back when you remember that you had bought a pack of hand warmers earlier. Reaching into the plastic bag, you search through it and grab the pack, ripping it open and holding one out to your blonde driver. She glances at it briefly, before she shakes her head, both hands still on the wheel. 

“I’m fine, Y/N. You need it more than I do.” 

“I’ve got another one here. It comes in a pack of two” You reach back into the bag to show her the other hand warmer. She glances towards you briefly.

“I’ll put this one under my hoodie, and you can hold onto this one” Leah watches from the corner of her eye as you open your jacket and tuck one of the hand warmers, sandwiching it in between the layers of your undershirt and your hoodie. You settle more comfortably in your seat as you feel the growing warmth spreading from the heat pack. 

“Here’s yours. Your hands are definitely cold”

“I don’t–“ 

“Don’t be so bloody stubborn, Leah.”

“Well don’t be so bloody annoying then, Y/N”

You sigh loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose. You wouldn’t be surprised if grey hairs started sprouting soon. Among all the people you could fall in love with, you somehow fell for the most stubborn woman on this planet– and you still have about an hour left of this drive. 

But you know deep down there’s also no one else you’d rather be stuck anywhere with.

“Give me your hand, Leah” You stretch a hand towards her over the middle console, palm up. She glances at it briefly, one eyebrow raised, but didn’t question you. 

The blonde took the hand nearest to you off the steering wheel and places her hand on top of yours. You gave it a squeeze, flinching slightly at the cold palm, and muttering “Your hands are fucking freezing, Lee” 

You take the hand warmer that was supposed to be for her and place it between your interlocked hands. In front of a red light, the defender beside you turns to look at both of your hands, clasped tightly together in the center console of her car. When it came to physical affection, you rarely gave it away freely. Leah was the more affectionate one between the two of you, so seeing you initiate it was a surprise to her. She knows that the warmth that she feels wasn’t coming from just the hand warmers that both of you are sharing. 

The rest of the drive was fairly quiet. Instead of the loud, boisterous music that was blasting from the car speakers earlier, the only sounds inside the car was coming from the gentle hum of the engine. You and Leah held hands for pretty much the rest of the drive, Leah only breaking your connection when she needed to turn the wheel.

“One second, baby” The blonde would say whenever she needed to make a sharp turn, her hand untangling from yours for a moment to grab the steering wheel firmly with both hands. Not a moment too soon, her hand would instinctively seek out yours from where it sits patiently waiting by the center console. Your fingers would intertwine with hers, and all was right in the world again. 

The hand warmer, which now no longer emitted any heat, was promptly tossed aside earlier. You and Leah were palm to palm, the only source of warmth against the biting cold outside was the one exchanged between your hands. The rhythmic beat of the windshield wipers matched the soft patter of raindrops, as if the evening itself conspired to provide a soothing backdrop for the last leg of your drive. 

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Soon enough the car was pulling up into the parking lot of Leah’s flat. The familiar building came into view, nestled in a quiet corner of town. The glow from the light inside some of the windows hint at the warmth within, promising respite from the biting cold of the outside. You couldn’t wait to be reunited with Leah’s warm and cosy guest bedroom, which had essentially become your home away from home during your frequent visits to London. After locking her car and making sure she didn't forget anything, Leah grabbed your gloved hand to guide you towards the entrance of her flat with one hand, whilst the other hand pulled your suitcase behind her. 

The elevator ride up to her floor was quiet, but it was the comfortable silence kind. You both were stood side by side, one gloved hand interlocked with a bare one, the only noise in the elevator came from the subtle hum of the elevator tune. You knew that it was only a matter of time before you had to break the news of your transfer to the defender.

Part of you was relieved that you can finally put an end to this whole charade, but another part of you was worried that she might feel hurt over the fact that you kept such a big thing from her. Leah was someone that valued trust and communication, and while your feelings for her could warrant an exemption, keeping something like this was a big deal. You’ve had to lie to her a few times over the past few weeks, cancelling meet ups and declining calls, using football and a busy schedule as an excuse to escape her nagging questions over your transfer. You were worried that she might feel hurt that you were essentially lying to her. 

Then there was also the bit about how this transfer might change your relationship with the blonde. Sure, she could be happy about your move to Arsenal and the fact that you were both teammates now, but what if in a few months she’ll eventually get tired of having you around constantly. Maybe she might get tired of you always being around her– not just during England camp but now at the same club. One perk about being in separate clubs was it allowed time apart and your feelings for Leah “cool down”– or at least you hoped it would. But then one meet up with her and your heart was rapidly beating against your chest again.

Part of you was also worried that the only reason why you and Leah stayed friends for this long was because being apart from each other and being at separate clubs gave you so much to talk about once you were together. You feared that the only reason why your friendship stood the test of time was because the time apart added to the excitement of being together again eventually. Conversations and face-time calls were endless and exciting because the two of you made sure to share all the mundane and the ordinary with each other because the other wasn’t there to experience it. Now that the both of you will be together more often, you were worried that that excitement and that spark will eventually fizzle out.

They always say “absence makes the heart grow fonder” and for a long time you were okay with it, but what happens now? 

First of all, thank you for all the love and support for the first part of this fic. I hope you know I much I appreciated all the reblogs, likes and comments <333

Secondly, I know I said I would get the second part of this fic up last week but whilst I was doing my final reading before posting it, I ended up not like the direction the fic was going, so I redid the entire thing lol

I like this one a lot better and I hope you do too (also, note I added 1 more part to this so it is now a 4 part fic)

Hope you're looking forward to the next bit– I know I am!

The weather lately has been sunny and bright skies on my side of the world. Sending you a little slice of sunshine :)

-- kisses, butter.

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

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JJ AND THE GOLDEN GIRL HEADCANONS

pairing: jj x fem!goodgirl!reader

word count: 3.2K

based on this and this post that i made. enjoy !!!

✔︎JJ's habits

always watching her. not in a creepy way, but in a curious and somewhat protective way. she's either reading, studying, watching a comfort show or doing something she likes. jj finds her just fascinating not matter what she does. he admires her so much and the fact that he finds her absolutely beautiful is a plus. her mind is always working as well. always thinking. the way she picks her bottom lip or twirls her hair with her finger whenever she's concentrating just drives him wild and sometimes he wish he could read her mind just to find out what's got her attention. however, she also has a tendency to read while she walks or gets distracted by something she's concentrating on and it has lead to his hyper-vigilance. he's caught her after she trips on her own foot almost thirty times since they began dating and pulled her from walking across a busy street more than five times already. he's also had a hand in shielding her from people who seemed suspicious or invasive at keggers. not that he's complaining, he enjoys being her knight in shining armor at times since he usually believes he's the villain.

always willing to lend a hand. no like literally. lend her his hand. she has a tendency to fidget when she's nervous or bored or just in general is always moving in some manner. she was also a chronic nail biter when she was younger and has been trying to kick the habit since. therefore, she's always chewing gum or has a jolly rancher on hand or twirls her rings and bracelets around (if she wears them). one day, she forgot all of the above when she went to hang out at the chateau with jj, john b and pope and was not feeling her best. jj noticed and put his hand in hers and she immediately began to play with his fingers, his rings and bracelet and it calmed her down. now whether she has gum or her accessories, jj always lends his hands whenever he notices her cracking her neck more than twice or shaking her leg. he could be mid-conversation with someone and he'd just hand his hand over and continue talking. she always leaves a thank you by kissing the palm or back of his hand.

always willing to dress up. as they continue dating, she ends up having a preference with how he dresses. she loves his sleeveless shirts, when his hair is messy, his rings, his long gray crewneck sweaters, his red hat and the bandana he wears. she loves all his outfits, really, but these items are just the cherry on top. he notices it (she tends to cling to him more when he wears his sleeveless shirts or stare at him a little longer when he has messy hair) and ends up trying to wear these whenever he has the chance. he likes the little twinkle in her eye whenever she sees him in one of these outfits (or has the accessory). eventually he began to tease her about it and she never admits it but he knows. he just knows.

always ready to hug. growing up, he's never really had physical affection and he's never been in a long-term relationship before so affection is kind of hard for him in the beginning. however once he realizes that she loves to hug him, not just in a romantic way but in a platonic way; it's like she's telling him that's she's there for him and she feels safe around him, he's ready to give her a hug. if she even indicates for a second she wants one, he's already got his arms around her. heck, sometimes she just reaches behind him to grab something and his arms wrap around her waist and pull her in. she appreciates it ever single time. and it also heals a part of jj as he begins to believe that he's not unlovable.

always willing to learn. okay so jj and the golden girls aren't totally similar. in fact, they're pretty much opposites. pope has more in common with her (at least in the beginning). she studies when she has to and as she becomes friends with the group, she does it at the chateau. eventually, one day she asked jj to help her and although he'd rather get day drunk and pay for it the next day, he sucks it up and helps her. he ends up learning a little bit about the history of the King Henry the Eight and his six wives and the way to write an AP Lit. essay and although he can hardly understand any of it, he does it ever single time she asks. eventually he is able to pick up on certain things she's saying and can comment on it. he learns that a way to her heart is through paying attention to her and what she says and he does it without even thinking anymore. he also learns that she's different from the girls he's fooled around with or even somewhat liked, so he learns more about her and her likes, dislikes, hobbies, beliefs, work ethic, love language and more. he wants to learn and for once, he agrees with the saying "learning is fun". in return, she makes an effort to learn more about him.

always willing to teach. golden girl is inexperienced to say the least. it doesn't make her inferior, it just wasn't time and she wasn't comfortable having her firsts with someone who she wasn't in a relationship with. jj notices, in the beginning, that she's hesitant to make the first move when it comes to kissing. she later confesses (through massive coaxing on jj's part) that he was her first kiss and she doesn't know if she was doing it correctly or if she was doing something wrong or if he didn't want her to kiss him as much as she wanted to so she got nervous. jj just chuckled and offered to teach her. it started off slow and then...intense. turns out she's a fast learner and jj's somewhat suspicious on how she caught on so fast, but then again, he is the one to pull her away from where they are in order to have some alone time, so yeah. (although they haven't taken that step yet it's only a matter of time). this ended in multiple makeout sessions in different locations - his room at the chateau, in the living room when no one was there, in the corner of the beach during a kegger, in her room when her parents weren't home, the twinkie (john b doesn't know about this one and they don't want him to know). turns out, he's a pretty good teacher when he wants to be.

✔︎ JJ's quirks

lays on top of her. jj has a tendency to collapse on whatever surface or bed there is when he's tired. he doesn't even look at the bed. just falls and he's out. she's napping in jj's room at the chateau when he comes in, exhausted, from hauling around groceries for heyward. he made money, but he's beat. he took a shower, didn't even bother to put on a shirt and fell onto the bed. right onto her. he doesn't really notice the body underneath him and just wraps his arms around her and knocks out. however, she notices, waking up from the weight off jj on her chest. she tries to push him away and eventually maneuvers her body so she's on top of him and he's beneath her. this doesn't end well as jj always sleeps on his stomach. and this isn't the last time it happens. she swears that he does it on purpose. (maybe sometimes he does).

calls her the most absurb nicknames. her name is reserved for certain and rare moments and everything else has certain timing. he calls her troublemaker as a contrast to her actual behavior, and also when she's coming along on his little adventures. he calls her goody-two-shoes because well...she is. he calls her baby or babe whenever he wants her attention. he calls her princess in those very rare and private moments, but also he also uses it when he's teasing her. he calls her little lady whenever he's trying to be a gentlemen. and then...there's the other ones. he calls her wormy because she's a bookworm and he thought it was funny. he calls her grumpelstiltskin whenever she's extra grumpy or annoyed. he also thought it was funny to call her flounder when he found out she was scared of sharks. it's not all one sided though because she has a book full of nicknames and some are just as ridiculous. they try to one up each other constantly.

loyal to the end. jj finds loyalty to be the thing he wants most in friendships and eventually, his relationship. that's because jj is loyal beyond belief. it could be counted as his fatal flaw. his friends are his family and family is meant to be protected and something to defend no matter what. she becomes a part of that. he can and will fight if he needs to or even if he wants to. she doesn't find some thing willing or worthy of fighting, but she doesn't see it how jj does. he sees it as disrespect on his family, on his girlfriend, if someone made a comment or even looked at her weird. heck even if john b would to get pissed off and start a fight and jj would be cheering for him even if john b was wrong. and with her? someone who chose him? someone who wants to be with him no matter what? his loyalty is undying. she could be wrong, she could be right, she could be wining or losing, whatever it was, he was by her side, supporting.

ఌ Golden Girl's habits

always looking five steps ahead. jj is not in need of babying. she knows this. he's sixteen and knows there are consequences to his actions even if he's not in favor of those consequences. however, she gets to know that he is reckless because he thinks he knows everything will turn out like he plans it out. but, sometimes it doesn't. and when he's cornered, she already had a way out. sometimes she laughs with smile because she loves his adventures and how he plans with a childlike imagination. but even then, she likes to plan in her head in case anything goes wrong. she doesn't want jj to end up in jail or in major trouble (or any of the pogues) but even she admits that running from the cops is kind of fun and although she may have had a minor anxiety attack the first time, she was glad she already planned and knew the local back roads instead of the main highway. she tends to always have a food or a first aid kit in her bag in case of anything and if she's not there when the boys get stupid, her phone is always turned on. she knows she can depend on him when she's in trouble and jj knows he can depend on her.

always reassuring. she grew up a pogue so she understood bad and horrible home lives. she didn't have it all that bad, but it wasn't always pretty. jj on the other hand. she's heard and eventually seen the results of him and his father fighting. this resulted in jj having a deep rooted belief that he was unlovable. he believed he had to earn love. she quickly picked on it and tried to show him that he wasn't. she did things for him, never asked questions if he didn't want to answer, gave him space, gave him words and affection with reassurance wrap in it. he once asked if she ever got tired of him and she merely answered with "i could never be tired and i never will be". she said it with such confidence that a part of him began to believe it. little by little they were both healing parts of themselves, but her habit of reassurance always helps him stay ground. and in return, she has his undying devotion and admiration that includes reassurance of his own.

always willing to try something new. she's not that fond of getting into trouble and jj's middle name is trouble (and he calls her troublemaker ironically) but when jj suggests they go and do something kind of illegal like spend the night in one of the "in-progress" kook houses, she sucks up her fear and goes along. she's worried, but is willing to be apart of jj's recklessness because it's a part of him. she can't fight it so she'd join him. little by little, she gets more comfortable as she begins to understand that jj would never endanger her and if he had to, he'd take the blame for everything if it meant she'd stay out of trouble. and little by little, she enjoys getting into trouble with him and him only. after their little adventures are done and they're resting for the night, she only smiles and wonders what the next one is.

always leans towards him. the golden girl is use to the dangerousness of the southside as she lives there, but sometimes, even she gets scared or worried. it's just the world we live in. whenever they go out, she began a habit of leaning towards jj or moving near him. she knows that he would always protect her and would die trying to do so. of course she has a mean can of pepper spray and a punch that could send a grown man to the floor, but having jj next to her has her more relaxed. even if she wasn't afraid or in danger, she tend to grab his hand or lean her head on his shoulder without even thinking. having the physical contact with him makes her so happy because he's allowing her into his space and she's touch starved so much that it just makes her so giddy. and jj always puts his arm around her, holds her hand, kisses her cheek or pushes her hair out of her face. he leans towards her as well.

always smiles at him. her smile is something jj sees constantly. and she doesn't fake it at all. she happy to see him, hear his voice, watch him try some stupid thing with pope and john b. and jj is also funny guy and although he says the most absurd things, she can't' help, but smile. it's just an impulse. the joke could be the worst thing or could be a repeated one from the week before, but she always smiles. she learned that jj tells jokes to those he deems worthy of hearing them and they could be in the worst situation and he'd try to lighten the mood. he hated things being tense and worrisome, so he told jokes. she always smiles to show she appreciates them and she never wanted him to stop. jj has begun to recognize all her smiles - the coy ones, the teasing ones, the genuine one, the sarcastic one.

ఌ Golden Girl's quirks

watches and speaks to jj as he sleeps. it began with a romance book she read while having a sleepover at the chateau. the characters reminded her of the two of them. the boy was wild but sweet and the girl was independent but ambitious. it was a wonderful love story and she felt so grateful that she ended up with someone like jj. she ended up sleeping with jj in his room and she just watched him breath. he slept on his stomach with his arm splayed across her waist. his lips were slightly parted. his hair sticking out everywhere because he moves. he looked so peaceful and calm. it's one of her favorite moments with jj when she can admire him without him noticing. just a small moment where she can speak beautiful things out into the night. how she was grateful for him. how she thought he looked like an angel sleeping. how she couldn't believe he chose her and tries everyday. she tells him how she notices everything about him. she'll whisper to him until she falls asleep, hoping that her words will melt into his dreams. and sometimes it does but he doesn't know it's because she's talking to him as he sleeps. he wakes up with a smile and turns over to look at her sleeping, deciding to just admire her for a little before he wakes her up.

connects him with songs and stories. any love story you can think of, she's thought of jj and her in it. any love song whether it be taylor swift or frank sinatra, she danced in room thinking of her and jj. it's so cute and she hopes that jj never finds out because he would totally tease her. it's without provocation at this point. the other day, she heard "paper rings" on the radio and nodded in agreement as she thought of it with her and jj. she went for ice cream after work and jj was working with john b and she thought of allie and noah for a moment, agreeing with the notion that she'd have a long summer romance with him if she was a touron, but they'd make it in the end, and continued on with her day. some called her lovesick or just a teenager, but she doesn't care. it's her first love and she's also his, so she allowed herself those thoughts and moments. a part of her knew that it would end well. she just knew.

gets him little gifts. she works, but she also likes the little home made gifts. she got really into origami when she was younger and likes to take the gum wrappers after she popped the gum in her mouth and make hearts with them. the first time she did it around jj, she handed it to him and went on studying. jj still has it in his wallet next to polaroid of the two of them sleeping together on the hammock during a sunset (taken by sarah). she's made him a bracelet. she saw a hat she thought he'd like and put it in his room to find. she noticed his shoelaces wearing out so she got new ones and replaced the old ones. she's made him a mixtape of all his favorite songs on a CD so he could listen to it in the Twinkie. she's written him a love letter before, but she refuses to give it to him. yet. she made a little plate during her pottery class in high school and put it in his room so he had a place to put all his rings and bracelets so he didn't loose it. she even made him a few origami cranes, swans and other animals because he kept asking. (he wants to ask her to teach him one of these days). he notices and feels touched, but he doesn't know how to express it because she clearly doesn't want a thank you. she just wants to do it. so he repays her in certain ways. once she grabbed a random rock from beach and ended up drawing on it with sharpie. she left it in his room for him to find with a little note saying she named it "rocky" and he would live with him. (jj ended up making "rockette" and she lives with golden girl in her room. they make jokes about sharing custody all the time).

thedarlinglore: this concept of jj with the golden girl (or good girl) just has my damn heart. like it makes me wanna giggle and write for hours. soooooo a FIC IS COMING SOON! i'm drafting rn and i am not busy this week so hopefully it only takes like 3 days bc i like to write longgggggg fics (my last was 18.8k). you might enjoy that one while i write this one. hope you enjoyed!

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THE RED ROOM જ⁀➴  CHAPTER FOUR

AT THE RESTAURANT, OCT 13

Y/N felt her stomach flip as she made her way to the back of the restaurant. Each step she took felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of her own dread was pulling her down. Her heart seemed to drop to the soles of her shoes, and her mind raced with a million possibilities about why Sunghoon had summoned her. The top contenders: he was either going to fire her, kill her, or maybe even both.

Before she realized it, she was standing in front of Sunghoon’s office door. Most of the locks were undone, which wasn’t much of a relief. Sweat trickled down her back in cold rivulets, and she wiped her forehead with her sleeve in an attempt to appear composed. If she was about to get fired, at least she wanted to look decent while it happened.

Raising her hand, she knocked lightly. Her fingers trembled with hesitation, and she was about to knock again when the sound of the lock turning startled her. The handle moved, and the door cracked open.

“Come in.”

The door creaked as she pushed it halfway open, her gaze glued to the floor. She didn’t dare meet Sunghoon’s eyes. The last thing she needed was to spiral into a full-blown panic attack under his intense stare.

“Here. Sit.”

Sunghoon’s words were short and to the point, and Y/N was grateful for his brevity. If he had said much more—or spoken any louder—she might have bolted out of the room entirely.

She sat down on a red leather chair in front of his desk, her fingers immediately moving to fidget with each other. It was an old nervous habit, one she hadn’t quite managed to break. Her head remained bowed, her eyes refusing to meet his.

“I need you to look at me, Y/N.”

His tone was sharper now, more commanding. Y/N hesitated, her eyes darting between her lap and the desk. She didn’t want to defy him any further, especially not after the events of earlier that day.

Slowly, she raised her eyes, meeting his gaze at last. The moment their eyes locked, her stomach churned with unease. Sunghoon’s irises gleamed with something she couldn’t quite place—delight? Satisfaction? But beneath that, there was a terror lurking in his expression that made her skin crawl. His wide, glazed brown eyes held a weight she couldn’t begin to fathom. Those eyes alone could kill someone, she thought, and she already felt like their victim.

There was also another sick feeling, deep within her that had found it attractive. While scared beyond her wits, the man in front of her was the most handsome man she had ever seen. She pushed these urges down though, beating herself up mentally for even thinking this way– as if Sunghoon could read her mind or something. 

“There you are.”

Sunghoon smiled then, wide but empty. The smile didn’t reach his eyes. Two gold frame teeth gleamed as his lips curled upward. Normally, she might have found the detail of the grillsl cool, but now it only unnerved her. His breath smelled faintly of fresh coffee, just like last time, and she concluded that he must be a caffeine addict.

She forced a small, awkward smile in response, though it looked more like a grimace. Her leg began to bounce unconsciously, the tension in the room making her feel like a cornered rabbit.

This is so uncomfortable, she thought. 

“Listen, I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up at all.

“I was looking for something,” Sunghoon continued, “and I stumbled upon you sneaking around in the Cold Room.” He let out a soft chuckle, but there was no warmth in it.

“I—yeah, sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” Y/N stammered, clearing her throat nervously. She prayed silently that her apology would be enough to satisfy him.

“I forgive you.”

The words came so quickly and easily that she was caught off guard. Sunghoon even smiled—a genuine smile this time, not the eerie grin he usually wore.

“Wait—really?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. 

He nodded, standing from his seat and downing the last of his espresso. Y/N hesitated, unsure of what to do, but eventually followed his lead and stood up as well.

“Come, I’ll give you a proper tour of the place.”

She stared at him in shock. She’d come here expecting to be fired, but instead, she was being offered a personal voyage of the restaurant.

“Wait, I don’t understand—”

Sunghoon didn’t give her the chance to finish. He was already striding out of the office, leaving her no choice but to follow quickly behind him. Her curiosity gnawed at her, but she stayed silent for now.

They passed by the interns lounging in the hallway, some scrolling aimlessly on their phones while others smoked in the corner. Everyone immediately straightened up the moment Sunghoon walked by, their eyes darting nervously toward him. Yet Sunghoon didn’t spare them a glance, his focus fixed straight ahead. The display of authority was both impressive and unsettling.

“There’s nothing really in the Freezers,” Sunghoon said as they galliantly entered the kitchen, which smelled like a heavenly oasis of spices. “I just don’t like people snooping around like they’re cops.”

He chuckled, and Y/N felt her stomach growl. She realized she’d barely eaten breakfast, and the aroma in the kitchen wasn’t helping.

“Sunghoon!” A voice called from nearby. Jungwon, the general manager, approached them with an exasperated look. His notepad and pen were in hand, his expression tired. “Riki’s been looking everywhere for you.”

“Has he?” Sunghoon sounded genuinely surprised.

Jungwon sighed, brushing past the two with barely a glance at Y/N. She didn’t blame him—he clearly had more important things to deal with.

As they continued toward the ventilation room, Sunghoon paused, glancing over his shoulder at her. “You trust me, right?”

Y/N hesitated, unsure how to respond. But eventually, she nodded. Her instincts screamed at her not to, but she figured it was best to stay on his good side. 

Sunghoon didn’t wait for a verbal response. He turned back to the door, entering a series of numbers into the keypad. His movements were deliberate, and he angled his body slightly, ensuring Y/N couldn’t see the code. She stood in tense silence as the lock clicked open.

Y/N expected something grotesque, something top secret and vulgar— she wasn't sure why, but anxiety usually made her think of the worst possible outcome. She was half expecting a serial killer to jump out behind the door, ready to slice her face in half and serve it on a platter. That was ridiculous though, so she quickly shoved the thought away. 

The door creaked as it swung inward, and a gust of cold air rushed out, chilling her to the bone. Sunghoon stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter.

Y/N hesitated, her heart pounding as she peered into the room. The fluorescent lights flickered slightly as her eyes adjusted. Taking cautious steps forward, she braced herself for the worst, imagining grotesque sights or hidden horrors.

Once her eyes adjusted to the bright lights and she finally took it all in, her jaw slackened in surprise. No way.

The room was completely empty.

Well, not completely. A couple of industrial freezers stood against one wall, and two vacant stainless steel tables were positioned in the center of the space. That was it. There were no hidden horrors, no bloody secrets waiting to be uncovered—nothing.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She’d let her imagination run wild, assuming the worst about Sunghoon when, in reality, the man was just overly cautious. Y/N felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She hadn’t said anything about her suspicions out loud, but she still felt like she owed him an apology.

“See? Nothing special.”

Sunghoon’s voice had a smug, “told-you-so” edge to it. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t—”

Before she could finish, Sunghoon raised a finger to his lips, silencing her. His expression softened, but his body language said everything: I know. The simple gesture made her skin prickle with unease. It wasn’t just the unspoken understanding that he knew her thoughts—it was how confident he was about it. As if he could see straight through her.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice calm and measured. “I know.”

With that, he stepped back into the hallway and pressed a new code into the keypad. The door locked with a soft beep, sealing the room once more.

Strangely, the pit in Y/N’s stomach didn’t go away. The sense of dread lingered, heavy and suffocating, even though she’d just seen for herself that there was nothing suspicious in the room. She shook her head, trying to push the feeling away.

Gut feelings don’t mean anything, she told herself firmly. I just need this job.

Sunghoon studied her closely as she stood there, lost in her thoughts. There was an almost playful tilt to his lips, seemingly enjoying the inner turmoil she was facing at that moment. Y/N caught a glimpse of that same devilish grin she’d seen before, and suddenly, a vivid image flashed in her mind. 

For a split second, she saw Sunghoon standing over her, his face smeared with blood. The walls around them were crimson, cracked, and lined with hanging bodies dripping with gore. His laugh echoed in her ears, distorted and inhuman, as he loomed over her like a predator over its prey.

She gasped, jerking herself out of the horrifying vision. Her hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She clenched her jaw, willing herself to calm down.

The image was horrid, and it left her mortified. She didn’t know where that sudden vision came from or why it happened, but it made her scared of the man all over again. 

Why am I acting like this? This is so stupid. Sunghoon was her boss, and he’d never shown any signs of being capable of something so monstrous. And yet, her body refused to listen to her brain.

All she knew as they left the room was that she didn’t trust him—not one bit.

The slam of a door jolted Y/N out of her spiraling thoughts. She whipped her head up, startled by the sudden noise. Sunghoon didn’t seem fazed at all, though his brow furrowed in mild annoyance.

“Oh, Jake and Jay should be here by now,” he said casually.

“Jake and… Jay?” Y/N repeated, blinking in surprise. She hadn’t expected to meet anyone else today, let alone two new people.

“Yep,” Sunghoon replied, his tone light. “They’re coming all the way from Busan, so they must be exhausted.”

Busan?

Her hometown?

She wanted to comment on the coincidence but decided against it, unsure if it was worth mentioning. Instead, she followed Sunghoon as he opened the door to the main kitchen.

The first thing she noticed was a short man with chestnut-brown hair, his doe eyes and mischievous grin giving him a puppy-like appearance. He was making obnoxious kissy noises at someone while flailing his arms dramatically.

“Baby, did you miss me?” he called loudly, earning an exasperated groan from the red-haired man beside him, who was clearly trying to avoid his advances.

Next to him was someone a bit taller, with an intimidating aura that left Y/n amazed. His sharp eyes were narrowed and his jaw was locked, making him look even scarier. His blue/black hair was neatly gelled up, with a few strands falling onto his face. It was like the sun and moon– how drastic the two’s personalities seemed. 

“I told you to stop calling me that!” Heeseung groaned, rejecting the happy guy’s advances and swatting at him with a wooden spoon. 

Y/N blinked, utterly baffled by the chaotic scene.

“They’re always like this,” The intimidating guy muttered, pinching his face in frustration. 

“God, you guys are so embarrassing.” Riki rolled his eyes, unfastening his tie and wrapping it around the hanger by the lockers. Even with his tie undone and his hair slightly disheveled, he still looked annoyingly handsome.

The intimidating guy turned around first, noticing Sunghoon with a girl basically hiding behind him. In a mere second, his face morphed from annoyed to pleased, a wide grin growing on his face. 

“Well there’s a new face.” His sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Y/N.

This caused the rest of them to turn around, immediately straightening up at the sign of their boss. Sunghoon had such a presence that caused people to stop what they were doing and become attentive and obedient. Y/n found that kind of power very admiring. 

“Hey, hyung.”

Sunoo approached with his usual bright smile, now dressed in a clean set of clothes. He carried an air of calmness that made him seem immune to the chaos around him. Bowing respectfully to Sunghoon, he turned to Y/N and affectionately ruffled her hair.

Y/N felt her shoulders relax at the small gesture. Sunoo had an ease about him that made her feel safer whenever he was nearby.

“Sunoo, you don’t have to do that,” Sunghoon chuckled, his voice surprisingly light. The expression on his face was unlike anything Y/N had seen before—soft, warm, even affectionate. It was a side of him that didn’t match the sharp, commanding aura he usually exuded.

Heeseung appeared behind Sunoo, his own genuine smile lighting up his face. There was an undeniable camaraderie between them all, a comfort and closeness that made them seem more like lifelong friends than coworkers.

Growing up, Y/n was never the sociable type. She had a hard time making friends, so she didn’t have many in the first place. Guys would tease her relentlessly, while the girls were always cruel. The only friend she did manage to get had approached her first, and they’ve been inseparable since middle school– however they’re currently studying abroad in the U.S which left Y/n feeling more alone. She yearned for a family type bond with someone his whole life, as she was never given a chance– with her father being absent and her mother having disappeared at a young age. Seeing how comfortable everyone here was with each other, she had a sliver of hope that she too could become apart of it. 

“So, are you gonna introduce us to the pretty new girl or what?”

The puppy-like man—Jake, if Y/N remembered correctly—threw an arm around Sunghoon’s shoulders, grinning mischievously. Sunghoon brushed him off with a scoff, but there was no real annoyance behind it. She flushed at the compliment, brushing it off as just him being nice.

“Y/N, these are thing one and thing two,” Sunghoon said, his tone teasing as he gestured toward the two men.

The taller of the two—Jay—let out a sharp scoff, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Park Jongsaeng,” Jay introduced himself, his sharp eyes glinting as he offered her a polite smile. “But I mainly go by Jay.” 

Y/N mirrored the gesture, bowing her head slightly. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Jay’s gaze flicked down to her outstretched hand, his head tilting slightly in confusion. Before Y/N could retract her hand in embarrassment, Jake burst into laughter, poorly stifling a snort with his fist.

“You’re supposed to shake it, idiot,” Riki chimed in from his perch on the counter, a wide, amused grin spreading across his face.

The silence that followed felt suffocating. Y/N straightened her posture, scratching the back of her neck in an effort to mask her embarrassment. Her ears burned, and she tried to hide her flushed face by tugging at her sleeves.

“She’s cute,” Jake giggled, glancing between Sunghoon and Jay.

Y/N caught the shared look between the three of them—subtle, but not subtle enough to go unnoticed. It was as if they were in on a secret that no one else was privy to. The thought left her both curious and uneasy.

“Sorry, shaking hands isn’t really my thing,” Jay said, breaking the silence with a shrug.

“Oh, it’s okay,” Y/N mumbled, still flustered.

Riki tutted sympathetically and hopped off the counter, walking over to pat her gently on the back. The simple gesture eased her nerves slightly, and she managed a small smile in return.

Riki and Sunoo were the only ones she felt remotely comfortable with so far. Sunoo had a protective, older brother vibe, and Riki exuded a laid-back confidence that was both calming and reassuring.

“Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but Jake, Jay, and I have some business to discuss,” Sunghoon said, cutting through the moment.

Jake groaned dramatically and flung himself at Heeseung, wrapping his arms around him in a clingy embrace.

“Work talk is boringgg,” he whined, earning a pained yelp from Heeseung as he tried to pry Jake off him.

“Jake, stop being annoying,” Jay snapped, his sharp tone enough to make Jake release his hold immediately.

The group began to disperse, understanding that whatever Sunghoon meant by “business” was not meant for their ears. Y/N, however, stayed rooted in place, her curiosity gnawing at her. What kind of “business” were they always disappearing to handle?

“Wanna help Riki-san wash dishes?” Heeseung asked, tossing her a pair of rubber gloves. They were stained and worn at the fingertips, but they’d have to do. “Shift’s almost over anyway.”

Y/N caught the gloves, nodding silently. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, but she didn’t mind. Working alongside Riki didn’t seem like the worst way to end the night.

Riki shot Heeseung a pointed look. “Take it easy on her, okay?” he said, though he was smiling.

Heeseung shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he walked away.

Y/N slipped on the gloves and joined Riki at the sink. He passed her a pot to scrub, and she worked quietly, her thoughts spiraling despite the comforting routine of washing dishes.

She couldn’t shake the lingering sense of unease that clung to her like a shadow. Sunghoon, Jay, and Jake all had an energy about them that felt... off. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it gnawed at her, leaving her restless and distracted.

“Y/N,” Riki said softly, his voice pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“You’re scrubbing the same spot over and over.”

Y/N glanced down at the pot in her hands, realizing with a jolt that she’d been absentmindedly scrubbing one area for who knows how long.

“Sorry,” she muttered, moving on to rinse the pot.

Riki studied her carefully, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure everything’s okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, forcing a smile.

He didn’t look convinced, but let it go anyway. “If you say so.”

As Y/N scrubbed another pan, her thoughts drifted back to Sunghoon. Something about the way he carried himself—the way people froze when he walked into a room—made her both curious and wary. She didn’t trust him, not entirely. And she had a feeling that whatever “business” he was discussing with Jay and Jake wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed.

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“So, she’s Choi’s daughter?” Jay asked, his voice low as he made sure no one else was within earshot. The three of them had left the kitchen and were now weaving their way through the narrow corridors of the offices toward the garage, where the shipments usually arrived.

The garage doors were rolled down, but tangerine rays of the setting sun seeped through the cracks, painting the dusty floor in warm hues. The faint golden light caught on their faces, highlighting the sharp tension in Sunghoon’s jaw. Stacks of packages loomed in uneven rows, their movements stirring the air and kicking up clouds of fine dust. The scent of dirt and motor oil clung to everything, but they were used to it by now.

Sunghoon’s demeanor was far removed from the laid-back, almost carefree persona he wore in front of the others. His brows were furrowed, his lips set in a thin, tight line.

“Yeah, that’s her,” he said, his voice clipped.

Jake let out a disbelieving laugh, leaning casually against one of the crates. “Wow. That was way too fucking easy.” He reached for the lever to the garage door, pulling it down to reveal the trucks waiting outside.

Sunghoon exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging slightly. It had been too easy—almost unnervingly so. Y/N had fallen right into their hands, just as they’d hoped. The second her application crossed his desk, he hadn’t hesitated. She was perfect: unassuming, innocent, and far removed from the spotlight that followed her family.

“I liked her, she was cute. It’s too bad,” Jake added, a pout forming on his lips. He tended to get attached to people far too easily, a trait that Sunghoon often saw as both an asset and a liability.

Excitement practically radiated from Jake as he bounced on his feet, his energy palpable. “I’d totally ask her out too,” he said brightly, as if he hadn’t just been plotting her demise minutes ago.

Jay exchanged a wary glance with Sunghoon, his expression tinged with unease. Jake was always so happy-go-lucky that it was impossible to tell when he was serious or just playing around.

“You know we have to kill her, Jake,” Sunghoon said quietly.

Even though he knew it was the inevitable conclusion, the words tasted bitter on his tongue.

Jake rolled his eyes, waving a hand dismissively. “Of course I know, dude. But don’t you think she seems different? I mean, yeah, her dad’s an asshole, but she’s not like him.”

Sunghoon knew all too well about Mr. Choi. His uncle had drilled it into his head from the moment this job became a possibility. Choi was a self-made man, the epitome of a “rags-to-riches” story, and now one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country. Married into wealth, father of three, and adored by the public, he seemed untouchable.

But Sunghoon’s uncle had other plans.

It was all painfully simple. Choi was running for mayor—against Sunghoon’s uncle. The stakes were high, and both men had powerful support, but Sunghoon’s uncle wanted an edge. That’s where Y/N came in. She was the least public of the three children, making her disappearance easier to cover up. The eldest son was an executive at a tech company, and the middle daughter was an up-and-coming K-pop idol—both impossible to target without sparking nationwide outrage.

“I begged him not to do this,” Sunghoon murmured, more to himself than anyone else. His uncle’s words still echoed in his mind: “You do what you gotta do to survive in this world. Learn that from me, boy.”

And he had learned. Sunghoon, of course, didn’t enjoy killing for revenge, but he learned how to silence his conscience, to lock away the guilt that threatened to consume him every time he followed an order. He didn’t want to hurt Y/N—she was an innocent caught in the crossfire of her father’s ambitions. But what choice did he have?

“You think they’d be suspicious if she disappeared?” Jay’s question pulled Sunghoon from his thoughts.

They’d have to come up with some kind of believable story, maybe something about her running away. But the thought of lying to the others—Riki, Sunoo, Heeseung—made Sunghoon’s chest tighten. They had all been loyal to him, trusting him blindly. The thought of breaking that trust, of seeing Sunoo’s heart broken despair, Jungwon’s mortified face, Riki’s tears– was unbearable.

No, they don’t need to know everything. Everything was fine the way it was now.

Jay placed a hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder, his touch firm but oddly comforting. He seemed to sense the turmoil swirling inside him.

“If anyone deserves to know,” Jay said softly, “it’d be Heeseung.”

Sunghoon nodded reluctantly. Heeseung had been with them the longest—longer than anyone else. He was the glue that held their group together, the steady presence they all relied on. But the thought of Heeseung finding out what Sunghoon had done—what they were still doing—sent a cold chill through him.

If Heeseung knew what his signature Korean beef bulgogi was really made of, what would he do? What would he say? Sunghoon didn’t want to imagine it.

Strangely enough, he didn’t feel any remorse, and he was slowly feeling like Jake and Jay weren’t either. It made him feel like shit, in all honesty. Like he was some kind of monster that brainwashed them. He probably was a monster. Their transformation from when he first met them satisfied but also terrified him– how much human nature can change under the right conditions was jarring.

A tapestry of disaster were the men that stood before him, and Sunghoon was the painter. Whether he should feel honored or burdened, he wasn’t sure. 

“Well,” Jay said, snapping him back to reality, “it’s either Y/N dies, or we face the wrath of your uncle.” He let out a humorless laugh.

“Both of those choices can suck my dick,” Jake quipped, earning a startled laugh from Sunghoon.

“Oh my god, I did not need that visual,” Jay groaned, his laughter turning into a sigh.

“Count this as revenge for that lasagna comment earlier,” Jake shot back, grinning mischievously.

Sunghoon usually reminisces on moments like these, but the notion from earlier still lingers. He hates holding secrets from people, and he had had to hold many throughout his life. Jay was right; Heeseung was clever and will probably catch onto their schemes sooner or later, so why not lay it on him while he's still oblivious? Sunghoon faced many dilemmas in his life, but this was by far his trickiest one. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Jake was relentless, but Jay didn’t return the humor this time. While Sunghoon was deep in his thoughts– like always– Jay had gone behind the trucks to open the cargo space since he was impatient waiting for the rest of them to arrive. 

“Hello? Earth to Jay?” Jake called, his voice tinged with concern.

Jay didn’t respond. His eyes were wide, his hands frozen in place as he stared into the back of the truck.

Sunghoon’s stomach dropped. “What is it?”

Jay finally turned to face them, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s empty. There’s… nothing here.”

Sunghoon’s heart began to race. He pushed past Jake to see for himself, and his breath caught in his throat. The cargo space was completely bare—spotless, as if it had been wiped clean. Jake stood frozen, his hands tangled in his hair.

“We are in such deep shit.”

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author note: sorry the slow burn is slow burning 🙏 i promise sunghoon's romance with y/n will hasten, i'm just taking time to establish their relationship bc angst hehhee. also, jake and jay is such an iconic duo name im obsessed with the '02 liners <3 hope you guys enjoyed!

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I saw you have requests open for Bill x Reader.

I wanted to ask if you'd write a playful sarcastic Bill who realizes he has feelings. And for f!human reader (or GN!reader) no less. And he does a terrible job acting like Bill usually acts when reader is present or the subject of the conversation. Dare I say he acts normal, so very unlike the weird reader is used to. But reader doesn't pick up on the obvious signs either so it's a mutual pining and awkwardness while everyone else just wants them to kiss already.

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Sarcastically Yours

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

First of all, thank you so much for being my first ask! 🥳 I’m super excited to write this, and I hope you enjoy the playful chaos that is Bill Cipher realizing he’s got feelings (and doing an absolutely terrible job hiding them). Here’s a little fic with plenty of awkwardness, and pining! Enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Slight Crack

Warnings: None (it’s all fluff and awkward cuteness)

Summary: Bill Cipher, the sarcastic demon, realizes he has feelings for you, and he does a terrible job hiding it. Meanwhile, you’re completely oblivious, and everyone else is suffering through the awkwardness, waiting for you both to figure it out.

You knew Bill Cipher was weird. A literal one-eyed triangle from a dimension beyond comprehension? That’s not exactly normal. But you’d gotten used to his sarcasm, his chaotic presence, and his annoying habit of invading your personal space. It was just Bill being Bill.

Until recently.

Something about him had changed, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Bill, the same demon who once turned your kitchen appliances into tap-dancing minions, now seemed to be avoiding eye contact with you. And when he did speak, the usual biting sarcasm was gone, replaced by awkward muttering and half-hearted jokes.

Today, Bill was sitting—yes, sitting—in the Mystery Shack, flipping through a book he clearly wasn’t reading. His usual floating, bouncing-around-the-room energy was nowhere to be found.

"Are you sick or something?" you ask, leaning on the counter, staring at him.

Bill glances up from the book, his single eye narrowing. "Sick? Me? Of course not!" His voice is just a little too high-pitched, and Dipper, who’s watching from the other side of the room, immediately raises an eyebrow.

"You’ve been acting... off," you continue, your suspicion growing. "Usually, you can’t go five seconds without making some smart remark."

"Yeah," Mabel chimes in, bouncing over to your side. "You haven’t even insulted [Y/N] today. I thought that was, like, your favorite hobby."

Bill sputters. "I—I’m giving them a break! Geez, maybe I don’t always have to be sarcastic!"

Dipper snorts from behind his journal. "Since when?"

Bill glares at him. "Since now, nerd!"

You exchange a look with Mabel, and it’s clear she’s thinking the same thing: Bill’s acting weird, even for him. Normally, he’d be pranking everyone, floating around causing mayhem, but lately, he’s been... quiet. Almost normal, and that’s what makes it even weirder.

"So," you say, eyeing him. "Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you just gonna keep pretending like nothing’s wrong?"

Bill fidgets in his seat. "I told you, nothing’s wrong! I’m just... thinking. Yeah, thinking about... the stars."

"Stars?" Dipper repeats, looking up from his journal. "What, are you planning another apocalypse or something?"

Bill lets out a nervous laugh. "Nope! Just... admiring them! They’re pretty, you know?"

Mabel gasps, slapping a hand to her chest. "Did... did he just call something pretty? I didn’t know he even knew that word!"

Bill shoots her a glare, clearly flustered. "I know a lot of words, okay? Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous—"

He stops mid-rant, realizing what he’s just said. His yellow triangle face turns a strange shade of pink, and you stare at him, completely confused.

"Are you okay?" you ask again. "You’re acting really weird today, even for you."

Bill quickly waves a hand in the air, trying to brush it off. "I’m fine! You’re the one making this weird!"

"I’m making this weird?" you repeat, completely lost. "What did I even do?"

"Oh, I don’t know, exist? " Bill blurts out, and then immediately claps a hand over his mouth.

There’s a heavy silence in the room. Mabel’s eyes go wide, and Dipper looks like he’s just seen a ghost.

Stan, who’s been standing in the doorway this whole time, mutters, "This is painful to watch."

Bill, clearly mortified, stumbles to cover up his slip-up. "What I meant to say was, uh, you’re... distracting. Yeah, you’re a distraction. That’s why I’m... off my game today."

You blink at him, still completely clueless. "A distraction? How?"

"You know, just... being around," Bill stammers, waving his hands vaguely. "Being... you. It’s... distracting."

Dipper and Mabel exchange a look, and it’s obvious they’re both screaming internally. How could you not see what was happening?

Mabel steps forward, putting her hands on her hips. "Okay, Bill, enough with the weird cryptic stuff. Why don’t you just tell [Y/N] what’s really going on?"

Bill shoots her a look of pure panic. "I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shooting Star! Why don’t you mind your own business, huh?"

Mabel rolls her eyes. "Come on, everyone else has figured it out!"

"Figured what out?" you ask, completely confused.

Dipper sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is so painful to watch."

"Painful for you? I’m the one being interrogated here!" Bill snaps.

Stan steps in, shaking his head. "Kid, just tell ‘em. This whole thing’s like watching a car crash in slow motion."

Bill groans, burying his face in his hands. "Fine, fine! You wanna know what’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on!"

You lean forward, curious. "Okay?"

"I—" Bill starts, then stops, clearly struggling. He takes a deep breath. "I... like you, okay?"

There’s another heavy silence in the room. Dipper drops his journal, Mabel lets out a dramatic gasp, and even Stan seems momentarily stunned.

You, however, just blink in confusion. "Like... like me? As in... what, like a friend?"

Bill lets out a frustrated groan. "No, not like a friend! Like... like like you! Like... in a romantic way!"

It takes a moment for the words to sink in. Bill Cipher, the sarcastic, chaotic demon, likes you? Romantically? The idea is so bizarre, so utterly out of left field, that you can’t even process it.

"You... like me?" you repeat, still in disbelief.

"Yes!" Bill throws his hands in the air. "Isn’t it obvious? I’ve been trying to not be a weirdo around you, but apparently, that’s even worse!"

Mabel gasps dramatically again, clasping her hands together. "Oh my gosh, this is so cute!"

Dipper just stares at you, then at Bill, then back at you. "How did you not notice this? He’s been acting like a total freak!"

Bill glares at him. "I wasn’t being a freak! I was... handling things!"

"Handling things?" Stan repeats, raising an eyebrow. "Kid, you’ve been acting like a nervous wreck. It’s embarrassing."

Bill turns to you, still flustered and obviously out of his element. "Look, I’m not great at this whole... feelings thing, okay? But I do like you. A lot. So... there. I said it."

You stare at him, your brain still trying to catch up. "You... really like me?"

"Yes!" Bill practically shouts, throwing his hands up again. "Do I need to spell it out for you?"

You blink a few more times, and then finally, it clicks. Bill Cipher, the same demon who once turned your house upside down for fun, likes you.

"Wow," you mutter, still processing. "I... I didn’t expect that."

Mabel jumps up and down, clapping her hands. "Finally! I’ve been waiting for this moment forever!"

Dipper groans, burying his face in his hands. "This is so awkward."

You look back at Bill, who’s staring at you with a mix of hope and dread. You’ve never seen him look so... vulnerable.

"Well," you start, smiling a little. "I guess I like you too."

Bill’s eye widens. "You... do?"

You nod. "Yeah, I mean... you’re still annoying, but... yeah."

Bill stares at you for a moment, clearly stunned. Then, slowly, his eye wrinkled like a grin. "Well, well, well. I guess this whole feelings thing isn’t so bad after all."

Mabel squeals, jumping up and down. "Kiss! You have to kiss now!"

Dipper groans even louder. "Mabel, no, and I don't think that's even possible with his... eye?"

Bill just scoffed but ignored him, floating closer to you. "Well, I did say I like you. Maybe I should prove it."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. "You’re still a dork, Bill."

"Yeah, but I’m your dork now," he says, leaning in.

And maybe, just maybe, you let him kiss you.

Thank you again for being my first request! I hope you enjoyed all the chaos and awkwardness between Bill and the reader, and feel free to send in more ideas anytime! 😊

[milliesfishes]

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When Annie first asked you about intimacy you nearly spat out your drink before craning your neck around to make sure Billy was still outside. You knew he’d find a way to get emotional if he knew his little girl was thinking about such things and besides you didn’t know if it’d be a very productive conversation if he was around. He’d stumble over his words and scratch his neck and turn red and accidentally say something Annie didn’t want to hear about the two of you. He meant well, but he was not the parent Annie wanted to hear it from.

You tried to be as clear as possible without being overly detailed. She watched you explain with wide eyes, nodding every now and then. A part of you was sure she already knew some of it and was asking you for confirmation, but you were happy for it. 

“I see.” Annie fidgeted with her fingers once you were through, seeming to be sorting through questions. “I…will he like it?”

Thinking of Thomas and the way he trailed after your daughter with puppy eyes you nodded. “He will. But it’s more important that you like it, sweetheart.” Lifting a hand, you brushed her cheek fondly. “Thomas is a sweet boy. If you ever decide you want to do this with him I think he’ll want to make it as good as possible for you.”

“Did you and Daddy…” she blushed. “How long did you wait?”

You squinted. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Probably not,” she admitted, tilting her head to the side. 

Laughing, you tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “Just know that you can wait as long as you need to. And if he doesn’t want to wait with you then he’s not the one.”

Smiling, Annie breathed out, nodding. “Okay.”

“Just-” you tapped her nose with the handle of your spoon. “-promise not to make me a grandmother before your sister is even of age.”

Annie laughed as Billy came around the corner, taking in the scent of the soup you had on the stove. He sought you out like a moth to a flame, threading his arms around your waist. “Whatcha makin’?”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I’m teaching Annie how to make the first meal I ever made you.” 

“For Thomas?” You turned around just in time to see Billy narrow his eyes just slightly. 

Patting his hand, you nodded. “He’ll be over any minute now.”

“I’ll be back!” Annie rushed out and you heard the front door opening and shutting. 

You giggled, leaning back into Billy’s arms. “Oh honey, he’s a nice boy I promise. I think you’ll like him.”

“Hmph.” Billy lowered his forehead to your shoulder. “Maybe we can sneak out and spend the night in that field nearby like we used to-”

“My love?”

He slumped. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’m gonna stay here.”

You could almost hear his pout, but his arms tightened around you. “I could pick you up and carry you away.”

“Yes, you could,” you agreed, setting your spoon down and turning around in his arms.

Billy’s eyes were wide and pleading, and you thought you saw his bottom lip poking out just a little bit. “Well, maybe I don’t feel good.”

You brushed his hair from his forehead, holding the backs of your fingers to it gently. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. Trailing your hand down his cheek, you thumbed it and reached up to kiss him gently. “I think you’ll survive.”

Thomas swallowed audibly, and not for the first time tonight you regretted seating him directly across from Billy, who was staring at him. It was likely he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Under the table you squeezed his thigh and he redirected his attention to his soup, stiffly lifting a spoonful to his mouth. 

“So, Thomas,” you started, smiling brightly. “Tell us about your family.”

He sat up, looking relieved. His blonde hair had been neatly combed when he’d arrived but he seemed to have a nervous habit of running his hand through it. “It’s just me and my parents.”

You smiled, patting Billy’s knee. “I’m sure you know about Annie’s art. Do you like drawing?”

“I’m not as good as she is,” he chuckled, and Annie beamed. “I read, mostly.”

“He’s very smart,” Annie cut in, taking his hand. “Thomas has an apprenticeship with one of the lawyers in town.”

“Wow!” You reached for Billy, who was staring at Thomas again. When you grabbed his elbow he shook out of it. “Isn’t that impressive, Billy?” He grunted affirmatively and you could have smacked your forehead.

When you were clearing everybody’s plates, you pulled your husband aside in the kitchen, holding his shoulders. “Honey, can you at least give him a chance?”

His face fell. “Baby…”

“It’ll make Annie really happy,” you whispered, holding his face in your hands. “Your opinion means a lot to her. I know you don’t want her to get hurt, but you need to trust her. She’s a smart girl and she wouldn’t bring just anybody home.” Billy softened at that, and you thumbed his stubbly cheeks. “Can you do that for me?”

He exhaled through his nose, clutching one of your hands and bringing it to his lips. “I will.”

You entered the living room with coffee for everyone except Kat, who was putting the cats on Thomas’s legs. The calico, who you’d named Willow, was sitting happily, but your black kitten, Fish, kept jumping off. Kat scolded him to stay put and Thomas laughed, scratching Willow’s head. 

Setting the coffee on the low table, you took two cups and sat beside Billy, handing him his. You noticed his face had changed as he watched Thomas interact with Kat. Annie whispered something to Thomas and he chuckled. You saw the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, the way he hung onto her every word, even when she wasn’t saying anything. There was a spark of adoration in his eyes, and it was strong. It almost reminded you of the way Billy looked at you, especially at that age. There was a charm his youth added to it, and you smiled, taking Billy’s arm and leaning against it. 

When you caught his eye he gave the faintest of smiles and nodded, leaning in to kiss your temple. When someone like Billy had been through hell and back in his life, they learned to spot the little pockets of good when they could. He could see it clear as day.

Thomas sat up straight and had thanked you for the meal and complimented it several times. He’d brought you and Billy a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of nice whiskey. When the meal had ended he’d cleared his plate and let Annie lead him to the living room. And now he was being sweet with Kat and at the same time listening to Annie. Billy knew as well as you did that she’d chosen well. 

After Thomas had gone home that night and you’d consulted with both the girls in their rooms, you went to Billy, who was already in bed, his arms folded as he sat against the headboard. 

You took your time changing into your nightdress and joined him silently, pulling the covers over your legs. When he laid down you situated yourself on him, folding your arms and stacking them on his chest. “So?”

“Hm?” He was distractedly rubbing your back.

“Thomas,” you reminded him. “What did you think?”

Billy took his time thinking about his response, folding his lips together for a second. “He’s…he’s good,” he finally decided. 

“Good, cause I told Annie you liked him,” you smiled, tracing a shape over his collarbone. He scrunched his nose but didn’t deny it, and it made you laugh. “Make sure to tell her so, sweetheart.” You laid a kiss over his heart. “She’s always gonna be your little girl and she’s always gonna need her daddy.”

His smile was faint, but it was there. You giggled, kissing him once and smoothing his hair before resting your head on his chest, the gentle thump of his heart luring you into sleep.

When you entered Annie’s room after knocking, the last thing you expected to see was Thomas lying on the ground with his shirt off, arms folded with his head resting on them while your daughter dragged her paintbrush over his back, leaving a streak of blue behind.

You stood there in surprise for a moment, watching Annie bite her lip in concentration. She appeared to be painting a sky with clouds. All you could think was how lucky it was that you’d discovered them instead of your husband.

“As long as his pants stay on, continue,” you said, having forgotten why you even came inside. 

Annie jumped in shock. “Mama!” Thomas moved to look up but she put her hand over his head, lowering it back down to where it was before.

“I’m sorry.” You winked at her before shutting the door.

“Honey?” Billy was coming down the hallway. “Where’s Annie-?”

“Busy,” you cut him off, taking his arm and leading him away. “What’s the matter?”

“Kat wants some drawing paper,” he explained, looking back. “She wants to draw Fish.” The last part was said in a grumpier tone, and you giggled. 

“She drew Willow yesterday, before you work yourself up,” you informed him. “I have some more paper for her over here.”

“I think I’ll go get her some more picture books when I go to town tomorrow,” he said, holding your hand and following you into the kitchen. “Been readin’ her Annie’s old ones and I’m a little tired of ‘em.”

“She’d love that,” you smiled, retrieving the paper where you’d left it on the counter. 

“So what’s Annie doin’?” he questioned, taking it from you.

“Oh, I just didn’t want to interrupt her.” It wasn’t a lie.

You managed to distract him for the rest of the night until bed, when Thomas was safely at home. Maybe you could have kept what you saw to yourself, but you didn’t want to lie to him. He deserved to know what you did, and besides, more exposure to the idea of them would do everyone good.

“I walked in on Annie and Thomas today,” you said from your position lying on his chest.

Billy sat up so quickly that he nearly knocked you off him. “Doing what?”

You patted his chest, trying to calm him down. “Nothing like what you’re thinking, darling. She was painting his back.”

Now his brows furrowed and his voice lilted with a question at the end. “Huh?”

“It was actually quite sweet,” you told him, pushing on his chest to get him to lay back down. He obliged, resuming holding you like before. Willow had been disturbed by his sudden movement and she circled around once before snuggling back into your husband’s side. Fish was sleeping on your pillow, his tail occasionally wandering into Billy’s face. “He was nearly asleep letting her do it.” You reached up with one hand and smoothed the furrow between his brows.

Billy caught your hand and kissed it. “You’re sure that’s all it was?”

“Very sure.” You rubbed your thumb over his. “I guarantee Thomas would let Annie stick needles in his eyes if she wanted to. You can trust them.”

He considered. “I don’t know if I do.”

Sitting up, you gave him a look. “You don’t trust yourself at that age. They’re not us, sweetheart. They didn’t have to go through what we did and they never will.” When he relaxed, thinking about it, you kissed his nose. “I seem to remember my daddy not liking a certain someone who wanted to spend all his time with me,”

Sighing, Billy pressed his lips to your forehead. “You’re right. You always are.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, rubbing his chest. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but froze, a sudden shock overtaking him. “I’m gonna have to go through this with Kat too.” When you giggled, he groaned, hiding his face in your hair. Willow padded over to see what was the matter, purring and nudging her head against his shoulder. Fish flicked his tail into Billy’s face, and he wound up with a mouthful of fur.

“Oh, my love,” you soothed. “We have a long while before that happens.”

Billy snuggled you close, kissing the top of your head and sighing. “As long as I have this I’ll stay sane. My girl in our bed at the end ‘f the day.”

“We’ll always have this,” you said softly, kissing his collarbone. “We promised to do this together and we’ll keep doing it.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, clasping you close. “It’s you ‘n me ‘n our girls.” Willow let out a little meow and he smiled. “And Willow.”

“And Fish,” you reminded him. He patted your back, and that was confirmation enough for you.

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[jestersprivilegee]

High and Dry | ch. 4

thomas j. x reader

warnings: swearing, lowk me being a therapist for myself

Wc: 3.6k

A/n: to anyone who reads or interacts with my work: thank you so so much for the support. Seriously. Reading y’all’s comments genuinely makes my day so much better. The authors curse has been hitting but y’all fr give me a reason to keep going. So thank you. Anyway enjoy the chapter 😝

“How are things?” You therapist, Suzanne, asked.

A half-hearted shrug was given, and you shifted on the blue sofa she had. It was the kind of couch that was so comfortable you could sink into it for eternity and be fine like that. It made you consider stealing it—or buying one for yourself, which was probably the more logical option. You were almost scared to ask her where she got it, because you knew it would be way out of your price range. “Things have been a little rough lately, but nothing I can’t handle.”

Liar. She knew you were lying. You knew you were bluffing, too, because everything is always hard to handle. Despite that, Suzanne crossed her legs, patience creased in her eyebrows. Opening up had always been a difficult task; nothing ever came easy, especially after the trauma of having the one person you trust turn on you, and especially when your birth giver was the cause of so much insecurity and doubt in your life. Suzanne was always lenient with your struggles. It would take a bit of warming up during therapy sessions for you to really start pouring out the emotions that had built up. She worked around your brief answers by letting her questions breathe, then digging a little deeper.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me about?” She tilted her head. You tried to ignore how the rhythmic ticking of the clock was irritating you.

“My mom called. Well, her ward did, then I spoke to her,” you rambled, hugging a navy blue pillow to your chest. “But she wants me to visit and I’m just… I’m not ready. I don’t know if I can speak to her quite yet.”

Concern wrinkled into her tan skin. “Is there a reason why you don’t feel ready yet?”

“I’ve just been overwhelmed lately. It’s been hard to even deal with myself, let alone other people.” You picked at your cuticles, a nervous habit you developed in middle school that stuck around.

She paused for a moment to see if you’d say anything else, but upon hearing silence, she spoke. “You told me you started a new job at a high school. How has the environment been treating you? Do you think the start of a new school year could be an attribute to your stress?” Her eyes flickered to the fidgeting of your fingers.

Right. Work. Thomas. How could you forget about him?

“It’s been fine. We just finished the first week, actually. A lot of the people I’ve met have been good to me so far, but there’s just one minor inconvenience,” you winced. She waited for you to continue. “Thomas, the guy I used to be friends with in high school that caused me to be bullied, is the other teacher I have to work with the entire year. And, um… it hasn’t been pretty.”

“That’s great that you’re surrounded by a lot of good coworkers! It’s important to have a supportive circle. As for Thomas—It must be hard to face him after all this time. I’m sorry it hasn’t been going well. How have your conversations with him been?” She jotted something down on her sky blue notepad, paired with a fancy blue pen. The woman was obsessed with blue, if you couldn’t tell.

“Bitter. A little teasing, but they usually all end in some form of argument.”

“What do these arguments consist of?”

You paused. “The incident. How he hurt me. I can’t let him forget what he did and act like everything is fine and dandy while I suffer.”

She took a sip of herbal tea, scribbling a few words. The lemon scent wafted from the liquid, soothing your tangled brain. “Do you think,” she said, “that you can’t let him forget because you can’t let yourself forget?”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is you seem to really hold on to what happened all those years ago. There’s something holding you back, keeping you from fully healing.” She explained, looking up from her notes. You could never decipher how old she was; her curly black hair and flawless olive skin made her look like she could pass for twenty-five, but the analytical, empathetic wisdom she carried herself with was far too mature for that to be true. “It might do you some good to let it go so you can find peace.”

Your lips tugged downward.

“I know it’s easier said than done,” she continued, “but it is possible. You cannot let the past control you. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting, it means that you stop carrying the energy of the past into the present. We can definitely discuss some strategies to live in the present moment when you’re ready. For now, I’d like for you to tell me about how he is now compared to the past.”

Squirming uncomfortably, you nodded. “He’s different from when we were kids. In a good way, I suppose. He’s still very temperamental, but it seems like he’s better at managing it now. He’s changed a lot,” a soft smile appeared on your face without realizing it, “but he’s still the same guy I befriended.”

A brief silence filled the office, letting both you and her digest what you said. “If he apologized, genuinely apologized, would you forgive him?” She asked. Suzanne was straightforward, she didn’t sugarcoat her questions which you appreciated. You needed the push.

The question hung in the air while you weighed it. Considered it. “I don’t know. Probably? I want to. But I just—if the old me could hear me right now, she’d probably freak out at the possibility of forgiving him.” A dry chuckle left you, although it wasn’t real.

“My dear, the old you no longer exists. That part of you is what’s stopping you from growing. The question is what would you say if he apologized?”

Goddamnit, she hit the nail right on the fucking head.

“I… I would forgive him. I would forgive him if he apologized.” You repeated, firmer. It surprised you that when you said those words, they were true. The choice of forgiveness was so freeing, and saying it out loud confirmed those feelings.

A satisfied smile grew on her red-tinted lips, and she leaned back. “Acknowledging that is a great first step towards healing. I’m proud of you. Now I have to ask, has he done anything recently to show he’s trying to change?”

A warm surge of confidence swelled in you when she said she’s proud. It wasn’t something you grew up hearing. You took a moment to bask in the feeling, then responded to her question. “I guess—I guess he brought me coffee, if that counts for anything.”

“That’s a sweet gesture,” she commented.

You stared at the picture hanging on the wall behind her, depicting her kids when they were younger. “Yeah.” You blanked, “it was my favorite kind. I don’t know how he remembered my favorite. It’s been years since I’ve seen him and it was the exact order I still get to this day.”

She took another sip of her tea. “It sounds like he is trying, then. I know it will be hard, but show him a little mercy. And give yourself grace, too.”

A reluctant frown formed on your face, but you nodded anyway. “I’ll try.”

“Good.” She smiled. “Would you be ready to talk about those strategies now?”

You acquiesced, and for the rest of the session that’s exactly what you did.

—

“Okay, class, since my partner in crime only wants to review this week, that’s what we’re doing,” you announced.

The room was rearranged to have every desk in groups of four, with plastic baggies that had a set of task cards in them. The assignment was to match a title card to its descriptor. They were to work in groups of either three or four, letting them choose who to work with because you’re not evil.

“Call me over when you’re done so I can check it!” After giving instruction, the room erupted into light chatter. You sat at your desk, taking attendance and eavesdropping on conversations.

There were some… questionable discussions happening. You had to ignore a lot of foul language, penis jokes, and friends that were ripping on each other. This continued up until fourth period; Thomas’s lunch while you had class.

The door pushed open, and every student paused for a second to inspect whoever was entering. Upon seeing it was another teacher, they quickly went back to their task at hand. Thomas glanced around the classroom before strutting to your desk.

“I thought about it a little more, and if you really want, we can start readin’ To Kill a Mockingbird this week,” he said, leaning against the table. The sleeves to his black polo were rolled up, revealing every detail of his forearms. It was one of those oddly attractive things men do, and you hated how it was him who was doing it.

Your eyes lit up, and a bright smile grew on your lips. “Really? What made you change your mind?”

He glanced away in a sheepish manner. “Thought a week of review might be a little extreme. Figured we could introduce it to ‘em on Thursday.”

His answer was vague, but you weren’t complaining. You got what you want. Now what you really wanted to know was what led him to change his mind?

“Okay, yeah—sure, Thursday works,” you stammered, trying to keep your voice level. For some odd reason, you found your eyes wandering to his chest where he had the top button undone.

“We’ll talk about it later,” he said, eyes flickering to your hair. “You have somethin’…” he trailed off, reaching up and picking out a spec of lint, his touch featherlight against your head. The hitch of your breath didn’t go unnoticed by him.

The action was small, insignificant, but your cheeks flared with embarrassment in response. All of a sudden, the classroom was too hot and he was too close and your clothes were itchy and why was his cologne so intoxicating?

He straightened up, scanning your appearance, not saying much else. Reality of where you were and who he was hit. There were a few hushed whispers of students around the room, only a handful having seen the encounter. Most were too engrossed laughing with their friends to notice Jefferson was still here. For a moment, you wondered what else he would say if the classroom were empty, if it were just you and him alone. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.

So you calmed your racing heart and came to your senses. What Suzanne had told you about showing him a little mercy echoed in your head. Forgiveness, you reminded yourself. Forgive and forget. It won’t happen overnight, and it sure as hell won’t happen now, but if you want to heal you have to make conscious efforts every day.

“I’ll speak to you later?” He asked, a hopeful undertone as he tried to play off what just happened.

“Y-yeah,” you whispered, watching him retreat back to his classroom right next door. How he managed to seem so unaffected was beyond you.

You were freaking out more than you wanted. It didn’t help that one of the girls closest to your desk turned to you, her gaze full of mischief and curiosity. “Are you and him together?” She asked.

Immediately, your eyes flew wide open. High schoolers are a different type of beast. The confidence that the popular, pretty volleyball girls have is unmatched by society. Seriously, they have no shame in walking up to somebody and just talking. The temerity in her question also astounded you; if you had asked your teacher that when you were a freshman, she’d probably slap you.

Drawing in a sharp breath, you spoke steadily. “No, Mr. Jefferson and I are not together. We’re just fr—coworkers,” you paused mid sentence. It was too early to consider Jefferson your friend. Even an acquaintance would be too far.

She raised a quizzical eyebrow, clearly not convinced. Her friends behind her snickered, and that moment sent you back twelve years ago when you were sixteen and every girl in class would laugh at you. A sense of dread gnawed at your stomach.

“I think he likes you, Ms. L/n,” she said, snapping you out of your flashback. “You’d be a power couple.”

Okay, pause. What kind of high schooler tries to set their teacher up with another teacher? Kids these days really don’t fear any sort of repercussions for their actions. Then again, this girl in particular already established herself as a troublemaker.

You snorted. “There are more important things to be doing than trying to play matchmaker with staff. Like, for example, are you done with your work? Because I can see from right here that you only have two cards paired up.”

“We’re like—halfway there,” she mumbled, giggling with her friends. You sighed, perking up when another group raised their hands, signaling their completion. It gave you the perfect excuse to focus on anything other than Thomas Jefferson.

It being even plausible that you and Thomas would be a power couple was insane. Far as you’re concerned, he still never apologized properly. You weren’t ready to be anything more than coworkers, and these asshole teenagers were suggesting he ‘likes you.’ It’s a bunch of crap. Just teens thirsty for drama.

—

You staggered into the teacher workroom, desperate for the chicken wrap you brought for lunch. Lafayette and Laurens were already sitting in there, chatting with each other.

“Y/n! Ami, join us,” Lafayette waved you over.

Exhausted, you smiled and joined them. “Hey guys, y’all doing okay?”

“Yeah, are you? You look like you crawled through a dumpster to get here,” John teased. Laf kicked his shin, eliciting a groan from Laurens as pain shot up his leg.

“Okay, asshole.” Despite his insult, you laughed, knowing he meant no real harm. Plus, it felt good to have someone who was comfortable enough to make those kinds of jokes and know you won’t get hurt by it. “But yes, I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Aren’t we all?” Lafayette hummed, popping a grape into his mouth. “A kid told another student he wanted to tuez-le avec un marteau. I don’t know where he learned zat. I certainly did not teach him ‘ow to say zat.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at John for clarification on what the hell Lafayette just said.

“He said ‘kill you with a sledgehammer.’” Laurens said without missing a beat. You sputtered, nearly choking on your food.

“Jesus Christ. That’s—wow. Did you report it?” You said, an incredulous laugh escaping you. Again, high schoolers are fucking insane. Most of the time, they were joking, but being mandated reporters and all, you have to speak up about those kinds of things.

“Oui. I ‘ave no other choice. I can’t just let zem walk around threatening each other with improvised weapons! It’s only the second week, and I already ‘ave to deal with zis?”

You hummed sympathetically. “I feel you. My fourth period was… interesting, to say the least.”

“Oh yeah? What happened?” John asked, sharing a knowing glance with Lafayette. Rumors had already circled around from students gossiping to teachers, which in turn led to teachers gossiping to teachers. They had a general idea of what your relationship status is.

“Well, Thomas came in to tell me something, and then afterwards a girl asked me if we were together,” you said, “can you believe it? Then she suggested that he ‘likes me’ and that we would be a power couple! I mean, c’mon, what kind of student plays Cupid with her teachers?”

Lafayette chuckled, shoving a forkful of salad in his face. “It’s kind of believable. Who knows, maybe he does like you?” He smirked, his gaze darting to Laurens. No way he actually thinks that.

“Please don’t tell me you actually believe that,” you groaned. “I would never even look at Thomas like that. Uh-uh.” Really? Because you were looking at him like that on your first day here, before you knew it was him. Clearly there’s some underlying attraction you’re not recognizing.

The Frenchman shrugged, “never say never, mon ami.”

Your eyes narrowed at the mockery he made of you. Who the hell does he think he is, trying to spark something that isn’t there? Something that you would never let happen?

“In other news,” John started. It was starting to become tense at the table, and he figured a change of subject would do some good for the sanity of everyone. “On friday, we’re getting a bunch of teachers to go out to a bar. It’s a little ritual we do at the start of every year. You should join us!”

Worn out nerds all getting drunk together? Sounds like a damn good time right there. “That sounds fun,” you grinned.

He went on to tell you the location, what time to show up, and that you better come because he’s counting on doing shots with a new friend. Somehow, it escalated into the story of how him and Charles Lee got into a fight. You recalled him talking about it on your first day meeting him, but he never went into detail.

“—sayin’ Washington was a bad principal ‘n shit. And I’m not about that, Washington was way better than George, so I told him to keep his mouth shut or I’d make him.” A thing you noticed about John was how animated he was. He talked with his hands, and when he got worked up, his Brooklyn accent was very prominent. Although he did mention he was from South Carolina, so how he developed a New York accent was interesting. “It was almost Alexander that got into the fight, actually. But I got a little temperamental, and well… you saw how that ended up.” He laughed, nudging Lafayette who did the same.

“Lots of good times at zat bar,” Lafayette hummed. “You will ‘ave fun, Y/n, we are ze best drunk teachers you will ever meet.”

—

The overhead lights to Thomas’s room were off, leaving the faerie lights and lamps as the only source of illumination. Reluctantly, you knocked to signal your entrance. He glanced up from his computer, and you could’ve sworn his eyes lit up at the sight of you, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey,” you awkwardly shuffled in. It was rare you would go into his classroom; being in it felt like stepping into uncharted territory.

“Hey yourself,” he stopped typing, leaning back in his swivel chair. “Somethin’ I can do for you?”

“Just came in to ask about your plan for the book,” you answered, hesitantly pulling up a plastic chair.

His face hinted at disappointment, his shoulders dropping the tiniest bit. “Right. Well, I was thinkin’ to explain to them the background, the characters, and the historical context before readin’ the first chapter. Then I thought about assigning a character sheet for them to fill out as we go along.”

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. “So I see you decided to finally take my advice, huh?”

“Oh shush,” he rolled his eyes. “I came to this conclusion on my own. You had nothin’ to do with my thought process.”

“Mm, sure I didn’t,” amusement and sarcasm laced your tone.

“‘M bein’ serious. The world don’t revolve around you, y’know,” he huffed, folding his arms over his chest. Okay, so did you have a thing for forearms or something? Because why were his arms so attractive when he barely did anything?

“I like to think it does.”

“Yeah, I know you do.”

A playful defiance shot your eyebrows up. “Care to elaborate on what that means, exactly?”

“Sweetheart, I would tell you, but I’m scared you might hurt me. Some things are better left unsaid,” he scoffed. The pet name slipped by his lips so naturally, he didn’t act like he noticed he said it. You didn’t want to reveal how much of an effect it had on you, because Thomas Jefferson calling you sweetheart is not something that should affect you. Not at all.

If anything, it pissed you off and oddly enough comforted you at the same time. Physically, you grimaced immediately, but internally your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m sure you know a lot about leaving things unsaid, sweetheart,” you mocked. His face fell, contorting into a mixture of discomfort and irritation.

“Y/n,” he warned, “let’s not start an unnecessary argument. We were just becomin’ friends.”

“I wouldn’t go that far to classify us as friends,” you retorted. That’s right! Stand your ground, ignore everything your therapist said about forgiveness, and continue to berate him every possible chance! “Maybe getting along.”

Hurt flashed on his face, and he bitterly grumbled, “Right. We wouldn’t want to get too close, would we?”

For a second, you regretted your actions. Was it possible that you were doing more harm to him now than he did in high school? Was holding onto a lifelong grudge really how you wanted to spend the rest of the year? Apparently, because despite the back of your subconscious mind whispering that it wasn’t right to hold it against him, you said, “No we would not.”

Tension filled the air. It was thick, uncomfortable, suffocating. You didn’t want to be there anymore, with him, focusing on all the negatives while he tried to be positive. So you stood. “I think I better be leaving now. See you tomorrow, Jefferson.”

His gaze lingered on you, a tight frown forming. “Lookin’ forward to it, L/n.”

[bubblecat-co]

The Medical Form - RRAU

Word Count: 1,416

Rooks involved: Isiah ( @a-mumbling-nerd), Nels ( @madrabbit014)

Paperwork was the worst part of any job but paperwork that was about her? Oh, that was awful. Aria stared down at the blank medical form something she never filled a day in her life. An assassin's life is dangerous–there is no promise of the next day–but anytime she was hurt, injured, or sick, she dealt with it on her own. Usually, by not doing anything more than using her herbs and then going about her day. You can’t let weakness slip through and show not when Viago had a spotlight on you since he became Talon. 

It was her second time filling the damn thing out after Nels’ meeting about it. Apparently, she had done it wrong. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t have an emergency contact or know that there was a separate paper just for the poisons she consumed. After she put it off since the morning by keeping herself busy with other matters, then focusing on mission reports, being interrupted by a trouble making trio, and a small visit to the green house to have a chat with Hol she was finally going to get it done. 

The page was blank in front of her as she held her pen. She remembered the first time she filled it out and got stuck on ‘name’ for an hour. It should have been simple, but she got caught on it. Should she put her full name? Something that part of her forgot was her name until she read it within her mother’s journals along with her hopes for her daughter–hopes that would never come to be. Or should she stick with Aria de Riva? The name handed to her by Viago when her parents died. She was back at that war in her mind on which route to go down. 

The first time around she talked to Ezra about it, asking what they think she should do which wasn’t much help. They ended up just telling to put whatever felt right but she didn’t know what felt right. Ash’anne was the name her mother gave her, the one she had fought to have. Aria was what everyone calls her and the name her father picked out. One hand, it wouldn’t be given to anyone other than the healers, on the other hand it was being given to people and read. She was pretty sure that not many people struggled at the name part as much as she seemed to be. 

She sat the pen down and dropped her head into her hands. She didn’t have time to keep putting it off, but she was making it much bigger of a deal than it was. There was a knock at the door. Thank the maker a distraction. She stood up from her desk as the door slowly opened up revealing Isiah standing in the doorway. Ok maybe not. “Tesoro, what do I owe the pleasure?” 

He gave her his usual smile, one that was paired with shining eyes and a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I just wanted to see if you were busy?” he stopped in front of her desk, his body tense. There were so many answers she could give. Yes, which wasn’t a lie, but she didn’t necessary want to do the thing she was doing. No, which opens up doing something with Isiah which she wouldn’t mind but right now she was trying to ignore the feelings that floated up when she was with him. 

“Sorry, Tesoro. I’m trying to get this medical form done. Was there something specific you needed?” 

“Well-” he paused for a moment, his gaze moving away from her as he fidgeted with his fingers. A nervous habit, something that was worth being nervous about. Her own panic rose with a sense of impending doom. Was this it? Some confession of how he had some feelings for her. Or was he regretful of their starry night kiss? Which one did she want more and which one would crush her? Aria wasn’t sure, pretty sure that both options would cause her own panic to get worse. This wasn’t how she usually felt when it came to these situations. 

The door flew open, and her reflex kicked in as she threw a throwing knife at the door, it flying past the head of the one and only Nels before it landed on the wall behind them. Isiah’s face held a little panic on it as he turned to meet his older sibling. “Oh… I didn’t know you had company.” Nels looked between the two elves, a little smile on their lips “I’m not interrupting anything?”

“No, you’re not, I was just leaving. I’ll see you around Aria.” Without looking back at the Crow, he scurried out of the room. Relief washed over her, never had she been more thankful for Nels’ barging in. Nels slowly shut the door after their brother’s sudden exit as Aria took her seat at the desk. Nels was one of the few people she knew she didn’t need to stand for, they would find their comfort on the couch just off to the side. 

“What were you two talking about?” they made their way to the couch, laying down on her before pulling out their sketchbook and pencil that they keep hidden underneath it, just for when they spend time in there. 

“The medical form.” she lifted the pen back up, as she turned her attention back to the blank form. Now she had her fate chosen for her, she had to work on the form now that Nels–who had just had a whole meeting about it–was sitting in her room. 

“Is it the emergency contact? I know you left it blank last time. Which was why Viago got contacted during you and Zephyr’s little… incident.” they had already begun to sketch as they spoke. She could hear the sound of the pencil meeting the paper as it moved. 

She let out a soft chuckle “Sadly, I think Viago will have to be my emergency contact. I would make it Alecto but, she’s here so I can’t do that, and Teia could be but then she would tell him anyways so It’s just better if I make it him, but no. It’s my name.” the sound of the pencil meeting paper stooped as Nels gave her a lopsided smile and raised eyebrow.

“Your name? You’re stuck on your name? You might be over thinking this, Ria.” 

“Oh, I know I’m overthinking it, but I was raised to overthink things. It’s what kept me alive so long.”

Nels let out a small snort of amusement “yet you’re reckless.”

“And so are you. It’s why we’re good friends. We can’t both be reckless.” 

“So, what’s so difficult about your name? Don’t want people to have that information written down?” Nels sat up, putting their sketchbook and pencil to the side of them they were going to be completely focus on this conversation. 

“No and yes. I have I guess multiple names is the best way to put it. I have the name I was born with, one that I haven’t used since Viago took me in and I have the name everyone knows me as, the one Viago gave me.” she leaned back in her chair, her eyes casting on the ceiling above her. 

“Well, what are you more comfortable with sharing?” 

“I don’t know is the problem. Is it worth putting my full name if no one calls me it? Should I just stick with Aria de Riva and move on? If I was asked this months ago I wouldn’t be having this much trouble.” it sounded stupider as she said it out loud. “That sounds stupid.” she sat back up and brought her pen to the paper before stopping, a momentary decision working through her mind before she just wrote down Aria de Riva, no one needed to know her actual name. No one she didn’t fully trust. 

“Make sure to not write down your poisons on that one, use the other form.” the sound of them sketching returned. She rolled her eyes, that was the only big mistake she really made on the first one besides the no emergency contact. The rest of the form would be pretty easy maybe she’ll debate on putting Viago down as the emergency contact, but she knew in the end he would be the only one she would trust outside of lighthouse. 

[bahs-lovely-bakery]

is it okay that we have an lvl 2 Icing Those Hurts Tommy?

YES UES UES A MILLION YESSS JDUDHAHAHSHBW I LOVE YOU FOR THIS SJJWJAJSJS!1!1!1!1!!1

You get an extra detailed one (adding front triggers, lore (because this also has my headcanons for it hehe), and just whatever I can think of!) and yours is also priority above all else. This is my second hyper fixation after the DSMP. I hope you get the best in life / srs. (I also may or may have formed ice myself, sorry heushah)

⋆₊ ♱ Name / s — Tommy, Tammyn, Tamsyn, Snow, Alaska, Xander ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Nickname / s — Tom, Toms, Tam, Tammy, Snowy, Al, X, Xan, Skater-boy (somewhat neg), Ice Princess (neg) ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Age / s — Sixteen <—> Seventeen ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Gender / s — Demi- Boy, Ice- Gender, Cold- Gender, Star- Gender, Static- Gender ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Sexuality / s — Asexual, Grey- Aromantic ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Pronoun / s — Ice / Ice, Skate / Skates, It / Its, Shy / Shys, She / Her, Snow / Snows, Snowflake / Snowflakes, ❄️ / ❄️s, ⛸️ / ⛸️s, 🧊 / 🧊s ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Role / s — Anxiety Holder, Dehumanization Holder, Sadness Holder, Negativity Absorber, Selectively Mute, Observer, Deals with eating disorders ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Species / s — Human ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ personality — Tommy is a quiet kid, opting to stay silent during ices time in front and only talking if she 100 % trusts whoever whats to talk to shy. In her source, she often dealt with both verbal abuse and physical abuse + neglect. Even though ice doesn’t like to talk to people outside the system, ice will force iceself to try and comfort people if she thinks they seem distressed or in need of help. Funny how that works, Tommy helping people even if it would hurt her. She’s just a caring, thoughtful person in general. Ice will never force herself to front unless needed, or unless one of her positive triggers are there, and even so skate will always apologize if skate kicked someone out of front. She is still trying to deal with her source trauma and will always get uncomfortable around adults and people who are overly bossy. Shy is also a very curious little person, and loves to watch what’s going on in front. Due to struggling with anorexia in ice’s source, ice really doesn’t want other people to go through the same thing as she did. If she figures out that the body hasn’t eaten, she’ll either co- front with whoever is front to make them eat or if she can’t front due to external or internal reasons skate will tell whoever is fronting to eat. ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Face-Claim

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⋆₊ ♱ Quirks — Ice is always seen fidget and fiddling with the things around her. Cracking her knuckles, biting her lips, clicking pens, dragging its fingers across things, and more! She never laughs too loudly and always tried to seem professional, polite, and ‘perfect’ around people. Despite this, shy always avoids eye contact when talking to people, even in system. ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Habits — Snow always makes notes about things, even for the smallest things like taking walks or brushing hair. She is also VERY neat since mess makes her nervous. (Sorry, didn’t have a lot of ideas for this part!! ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Aesthetic / s

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⋆₊ ♱ Favorite / s — Its favorite thing of all is snow! She would be more likely to front during winter compared to any other time of the year! Ice skating, snow cones, and winter activities are all things shy LOVESS to do! Other than that, cleaning, listening to calming music, and napping are all things Tommy enjoys! ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Least favorite / s — Snow absolutely HATES loud noises with the exception of loud music. Being babied and treated like a child is also something she hates. Also being treated like it is better than other people, as she just wants to be seen as a normal person. ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Kin / s — Arctic Fox ꒷꒦︶︶

⋆₊ ♱ Front Trigger / s ( + / = / - ) + SNOW SNOW SNOW!! + Music! Stuff like Mitski, TV Girl, And The Crane Wives! + Old 2000s Christmas movies! + Positive source talk and material! + Source friends! + Ice! Wilbur and Ice! George specifically!!! + The SMP Hockey Team!! = Eating. = Help with stuff! = Boredom hehe! = Musicals. = Physical affection! = The Winter Olympics - Too much eye contact. - Rude words. - A negativity. - The Summer. - Heat. - Negative Source memories. - Coaches of any kind. - Complements, no matter the intent ꒷꒦︶︶

[karl-raccoon-in-a-teacup]

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oscar! what's the thing you miss most about gide

paratom! what would you do if one of you died early

hester! do you think you could ever be brainwashed like nathaniel was and does that haunt you

shelley! what is your biggest regret

orwell! is there anything in particular you miss about your childhood

OSCAR WILDE

"...A four, in difficulty." Slender fingers tapping against the arm of his chair. "I suppose... what I miss most?

His presence. Having him simply there, knowing where he stands by simple, invisible things, even when my eyes were not on him. Soft breathes, you know, his footsteps were often quiet, but I could hear them anyways.

The way his hand would rest with mine..."

Oscar trails off, staring at the window. He is not a man easy to read, his expression does not waver.

"I retract my earlier statement. I would call this an eight, rather than four."

To say words is easy, after all.

To not feel pain from them is what's truly difficult.

PARADOX AND TOM

A laugh, from one, laying on the other as they're both entwined as always.

"Two, obviously," Paradox says, "I mean, we're both planning to die early, what sort of thing is that?"

"Mmh, I'd say it's a four, moreso," Tom would say, nuzzling his partner. "Like, it kinda depends how it goes. But I think it's safe to say whoever goes first, the other'll follow after. Right?"

"Right." Paradox, lanky like a cat, slides into their partner's lap. "It'd be a shame not to go together, but I'm sure we'll at least get buried together. And that's what matters."

"Together in life..." He squeezes their hand. "Together in death."

"Forever, and always."

HESTER O'HARA

A swallow, tense and thick.

"Jesus, why would you ask something like that?" He looks away, hands shoved in his pockets as he sweats, nervous. "Fuck off, I-"

She grits her teeth. The less he thinks about it the better, really, but...

"Probably. Yeah." It comes out softer than she means it to, more shaky and less strong. "I mean- partway there, really. Whether it haunts me- wouldn't it haunt anyone?"

He fidgets, staring away. "Ten. Leave me alone."

DR. SHELLEY

"Regret?" She laughs, smiling in a way to show teeth. "Darling, do you know the type of person I am?"

She leans back in her hair, taping on the desk with her pen. "I find it such a silly word, regret. To act like there's a point in feeling sorry for yourself, actions you took all on your own."

She rocks in her chair, back and forth. Eventually, the smile drops somewhat, becoming more somber.

"Well... I was going to call this a one and move on, but I had to think for a moment- so let's call it a three. After all..." Tap. Tap. "I'm not exactly pleased with the Bloodwolf being half a child. And had I known Teruko's true identity, she would not exist."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Is that satisfactory enough?"

GEORGE ORWELL

"...My childhood, huh?"

He scratches at his neck, a long held nervous habit he's never gotten rid of.

"Uh- I don't... think about it much. It feels weird to, really, cause things used to be so... quiet, I guess? Simple. Uh... miss the pigs. Most of the animals, really, they're all... long gone, now."

He laughs, somewhat nervously.

"I guess I miss how I used to be happy, really. But it seems a little odd to focus on that of all things, eh?"

He stares out the window, fog covering the city, and scratches his neck again.

"Six- no, seven. That's how... hard it was."

[viktheviking1]

It suddenly became very clear to Stolas that something was very, very wrong. There was just one table in the room, and it looked nothing like a garden expo. He immediately turned around to open the door, to find that it was locked. Damn it, he was going to have to have a word with that person's supervisor. This was completely unprofessional. He turned back around to give himself space to make a portal, when he saw who was sitting in a big chair in the middle of the room, swinging his legs happily.

"Blitz . . .? Is that you" he approached the table.

Blitz, who had taken a black marker out of his pocket and began doodling horses on the very cloth, very expensive napkin in front of him, looked up startled, "S-Stolas! What the f**k?! Why are you- . . . Wait, don’t tell me . . . You set all this up?!”

Stolas couldn’t explain it, but seeing stars in Blitz’s eyes after all this time apart, was bringing tears to his, but he held them back, “I’m sorry, no . . . What are you doing here?”

“Oh . . . Well, we were invited to a horse race and then all this was here. . . I just thought . . . nevermind, it’s stupid.” Blitz slouched.

“Horse race? So that’s how they tricked you into coming. I was told this was a garden exposition. It seems we were both lied to, though I still don’t understand why, or by whom.” Stolas fidgeted a little, feeling awkward to just be stood next to the table, but wondered if it would be overfamiliar for him to sit in the empty chair.

“You mean . . .” Blitz took in their surroundings, eyes wide, like he was suddenly seeing everything for the first time, “ . . . C***** on a stick, they led us right into a horny prison, didn’t they.”

“. . . Horny what? Nevermind, earlier, you said ‘we were invited’. Might I ask who was the ‘we’ you spoke of?” Stolas asked, shifting his weight.

“Oh, Loona was here earlier, but she said she was going to the bathroom. I’m starting to think she might not be coming back though, given that you’re here now. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was in on this whole thing.” Blitz tapped his finger on the table, then looked up at Stolas, “Are you gonna just stand there or what?”

“Oh! Yes, thank you.” Stolas took a seat on the other side of the table, trying not to admire the view of Blitz through the candle light, “Are you implying that you know why they’ve trapped us here? Could you enlighten me? I do rather hate being in the dark on important plans.”

Blitz looked down at the table, and fidgeted with the tablecloth, trying to think fast, “Sh*t. What am I supposed to say? ‘My daughter must have seen how many gallons of ice cream I’ve gone through, despite denying that I felt anything for you, and decided to intervene.’ I only just f**king realized that I’m emotionally attached to this pretentious bird. I’ve been too busy since the dream to even process that, let alone decide how to act around him. Oh, G** this is a f**king mess. If Loona was involved in this in anyway, she is sure gonna get the f**king talking to of-”

“Um, Blitzy? Did you hear me?” Stolas asked.

Blitz looked up, still with a shocked look on his face, and Stolas corrected himself, “Oh, dear. I’m sorry. I won’t call you that anymore. I swear, it was just out of habit. I didn’t mean to disrespect you or your boundaries.”

Blitz came back to himself, and though he had started to sweat, he tried to talk out of his *ss like he always did, “It’s fine. And I was just thinking that this was probably some kind of prank Loona was pulling: Force Dad to be alone with an old slam piece. She’s always playing tricks on people around the office, though usually they aren’t this elaborate. As a trick connoisseur, I’m kind of proud, but as her father and boss, I am both disappointed and outraged, but that’s just how it goes raising a kid, am I right? HAHAHA. . .!” He laughed a little too loudly.

Stolas saw Blitz acting nervous, and interpreted it as him being uncomfortable around him, and he had to himself to keep it together, “. . . Right, well I did see Loona briefly while I was outside. I suppose it makes sense that she pulled Via away if she were trying to get us together. Oh, well. It seems they locked the doors the moment I entered the room so-”

“Aw, d*mnit," Blitz slammed his fist on the table, "that Loona sure is going to be in trouble when she finally decides to let us out of here.”

Before Blitz had interrupted him, Stolas had been about to offer to make a portal for the both of them to leave through. He supposed he still could. All he had to do was say the words. Would it be a lie not to tell him they could leave at any point? Blitz did technically already know that Stolas was proficient at making portals, even without his grimoire handy. Maybe Blitz simply wanted to spend some more time with him . . . ? No, that was wishful thinking; dangerous thinking. He was probably just so startled and off put by the whole situation that he was having a lapse in memory. Maybe Stolas should remind him of it. Not only was he morally obligated, and it would be a lie of omission not too, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be stuck in a room with Blitz. As romantic as this setting was, he was clearly uncomfortable, and he had promised he wouldn’t do that to Blitz.

Stolas rested his arm on the table as he opened his mouth to form the words, when his hand touched something, “What’s this?”

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Like Real People Do

“You almost died today.”

She looks up from her phone to stare at me, features pressed together in an expression of slight confusion. Her eyes narrowed in such a way, I was sure that years of suspicion and paranoia were drifting from the depth of her mind and whispering questions in her ears.

“We almost die every week,” she responds carefully. Her gaze awkwardly drops to the floor, and just for a second, I can see how utterly exhausted she is.

It’s happened again. “I mean,” I turn in my chair so my legs are jutting out into the open space of the dining room, “you almost died. Like. To me.” I stand up from my chair, and she instantly mirrors me, standing tall and stiff, like a soldier. I cannot help the pang in my heart, wondering who had conditioned her to do that.

I continue, walking towards her until we meet face-to-face in the living room. “We were trapped in our worst fears, right? I don’t exactly know what I was afraid of, but I know you had something to do with it.”

“You were afraid I’d die.” She said distantly. “Not in the way anybody was expecting. You were afraid of seeing me bleed. You were afraid of me being humanized.”

The memory unfurled before me, terrifying and painful. Seeing her, head bowed passively, tears streaming down her face, while a woman—sharp and imperial—looked upon her with disdain.

I knew after I got out of the dream, I was afraid I’d never be able to look at her the same way again. That every time I looked up to see her face, I’d no longer be able to see the wonderful impossibility that exploded into my life one day and made it a dream. That I’d just see…a broken man. Someone who had no right to hold as much power as she did, and had no right to smile in the face of tribulation. I thought I’d see her as all our enemies did. A dangerous mess.

Yet…I couldn’t. Even currently this evening, I couldn’t see anybody worth derision. The ambient golden light of the lamp softened her features, glittered in her eyes, and highlighted all the eclectic mannerisms that made her perfectly her. She held herself as if she was unsure on how to balance, something was constantly fidgeting, whether it be her fingers tapping or eyes darting around the room, and she always seemed miles away—buried under the mountain of thoughts she couldn’t help thinking. Yes, I saw her in a new light, but not as a dangerous mess, I saw someone who desperately wants to love, but never knew the concept properly. I saw someone worth loving.

The more that I think, the more I realize it was something I had always known. I don’t know why it took such a spectacle to make me see it, but I guess near-death experiences take a toll on one’s psyche.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask hesitantly. She was never a cruel person, but it was still a hefty, nerve wracking request. As I ask, I take a closer step towards her.

She lurches back. A subtle, but agonizing movement. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says softly.

“Why not?”

She swallows roughly. Her fingers rub against each other in a very agitated nervous habit, and her eyes can’t bring themselves to meet me. “People in near-fatal and emotionally taxing situations tend to bond with the person that experienced the same thing or whoever got them out of the situation. I am afraid this is only the last remaining effects of adrenaline, and it would be a decision you regret when the rush has worn out.”

Poor nervous girl.

“Or,” she tries again to meet my eyes and ducks out at the last second, “or I’m afraid that you see me as some kind of wounded creature. That the only way to…fix me is through idyllic fairytale nonsense.”

“And what if it’s not any of that?”

She flashes a nervous smile. “You wouldn’t really know, now, would you?”

I am faintly aware that we’ve moved back together. Our breathing is asynchronous. Our voices have grown intimately quiet.

I would never force her into anything, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit I couldn’t feel the sensation of disappointment. I nod slightly, about to call it a night when—

“Wait a few nights.”

Now it is my turn to make an expression of confusion. The corner of my mouth pulls slightly, and my head barely tips to the side.

“If you still feel the same then…” she pauses, unable to find the proper words. “Then…I…wouldn’t mind it.”

I knew I would feel the same the next day. I knew I would feel the same a month from now. Impatience, with its mighty claws, twists my intestines into knots and stokes the fires of frustration.

“Please,” I protest, knowing I would listen to her instructions regardless. “It’s not a promise, it’s not a commitment, it’s just…” A feeling. A thank you? A gift?

Somehow, I think she understands the intentions behind it. She nods, lost in the flood of her mind. Every few milliseconds, she looks around, until finally her eyes settle on me, then dart away, then back to me. Piece by piece, she takes me in. Until finally, she comes back closer to me and takes both of my hands into her own. They’re ice cold. I unintentionally shiver.

She leans forward and I lightly tug her closer by the sleeves of her plaid jacket, until she buries her face into the crook of my neck and shoulder. It’s a heavy, solid sensation that sends ripples of electric contentment running through my spine. I wanted to feel her against me forever. She presses her lips against my shoulder and pulls away.

“Good night,” Is all she says, and draws away, out of the room, leaving me alone in the living room, stunned.

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𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙈𝙮 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 | 𝙇.𝙃.

Pairing ⇀ Popular Bad Boy! Lee Heeseung x (F) Nerd! Reader

Synopsis ⇀ You were a nerd, always with your nose in a book, acing every test, and keeping a low profile. What comes as a normal life of yours soon takes a turn when your mom finally gets married to a man that you soon found out was Lee Heeseung dad, the school bad boy. Even though Heeseung doesn’t know you, he can’t help but want to corrupt you in every possible way. So what happens when new things start to unfold between you two that he’s never felt before with someone?

Genre ⇀ Smut, Angst

Warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, Cheating, Karina is Heeseung’s girlfriend, Cursing, Crying, Minor character death, Family issues (on Heeseungs side), Heeseung is mean and toxic to reader a lot of times, Partying, Drinking, Bullying, Jealousy, Kissing, Making out, Biting, Hickeys, Receiving (m&f), Blowjobs, Eating out, Dom! Heeseung x Sub! Reader, Name calling (nerd, princess, etc.), Grinding, Semi public sex, Overstimulation (f), Fingering, Jealous sex, Rough sex, Breeding kink

W.c ⇀ 12.4k (oops)

A/n ⇀ Hi guys :), this fic honestly was fun and long to make. I was gonna make it longer but since I’m making a Sunghoon fic soon Kndecided to just keep it simple (somewhat). If you guys want a request of another fic/drabble I would not mind at all! This fic is based off of this song so take a listen to it! None of these characters act like this in real life! Like, Comment, Reblog, etc.. Not proofread!

Second marriages were a bitch. As much as you loved seeing your mom feeling happy again, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of something missing. Your Happiness. You wouldn’t say you were exactly happy when your mom sat you down at the dining table and saying she was getting married.

You remember how nervous she sounded, her fingers fidgeting in stress. You didn’t know you could make her feel that way over marriage. You’ve always been close to your dad until he died. It was a hard time coping, which is why you bury yourself with books and studies. You were called a nerd by other people though, but that’s not the whole point why you were moving.

Moving into a new house was supposed to be a fresh start for you and your mom. After years of living alone, your mom finally found happiness with a man you didn’t know at all, and their marriage meant a new family dynamic.

You weren’t sure if the mysterious man however had a kid. You were hoping he didn’t, it would mean less problems to you and babysitting when they go out. Only if you knew who would be the person that would be with you and your happy little life from that day on.

“Is he rich?” You asked your mom who was driving you guys to the house. You noticed she was less nervous now, but still had her fidgeting habit going on.

“I didn’t marry him because he is rich sweetie. I married him because I loved him.” You mom replied.

You shrugged your shoulders, “So he is rich.” You mumbled. Your mom didn’t say anything and continued driving with the music low. You didn’t mention anything else after that.

You and your mom drove through the winding roads, the scenery gradually changing from modest homes to grand estates. Your heart raced with anticipation and curiosity.

Once your mom finally came to a stop at a big house, your mouth went agape. The mansion loomed ahead, an architectural masterpiece that seemed to stretch endlessly. The sprawling gardens were meticulously maintained, with fountains and statues dotting the landscape. You couldn't help but gape at the sheer size and opulence of it all.

"Wow," You whispered, more to yourself than anyone else.

Your mom glanced over at you with a knowing smile, "Impressive, isn't it? Mr. Lee has done very well for himself."

As you pulled up to the grand entrance, you couldn’t help but think of the last name. Lee? It’s sounded somewhat familiar to you, but you couldn’t put a finger on it.

As you guys got out the car, Mr. Lee stepped out to greet you, his smile as warm and welcoming as ever, "Welcome! I hope the drive wasn't too tiring," He said. He went over to your mom and gave her a quick peck to the lips. You mentally gag at the way they were already being loved dovey.

He then went towards you, giving you a quick handshake that you appreciated before he ushered you both inside.

The interior was just as breathtaking as the exterior, with high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and art pieces that looked like they belonged in a museum. You tried to take it all in, but it was almost too much.

“This place is amazing," you said, still in awe. He chuckled softly, a hint of pride in his eyes.

"I'm glad you like it. Come on, let me show you around." He insisted. As you followed him through the grand halls and lavish rooms, you couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. It wasn’t something you were used too.

You were used to your cozy house that had a tiny garden on one side of your front yard, the claustrophobic hallway you used to run in when you were little. The small living room that only fitted up to five people. Thinking about your old house already felt nostalgic. Walking through this though, you didn’t know if you were gonna get used to it.

Mr. Lee finally came to a halt at the stairs and stared over at you, “The maid can show you your room. She knows where it’s at.”

You noticed a middle aged woman next to Mr. Lee smiling at you. You gave him a curt nod before following the maid upstairs. As you walked in the halls with the maid you couldn’t help but stare at the photos hung up.

You didn’t see any photos of a women or a kid anywhere with Mr. Lee, so maybe you really were gonna be the only child. Some part of that made you feel giddy. The maid finally stops at a door and opens it. You went inside in awe. Your room was beautiful to say the least.

The room was spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that let in streams of natural light. The walls were painted a soft pastel color, giving the room a serene and welcoming feel. A plush, king-sized bed sat in the center, adorned with fluffy pillows and a cozy duvet.

To one side of the room, there was a stylish desk with a comfortable chair, perfect for studying or writing. Shelves lined the walls, ready to be filled with your favorite books and trinkets. A beautiful vanity stood in one corner, complete with a large mirror and ample storage for all your beauty essentials.

The best part, however, was the view. Walking over to the windows, you pulled back the curtains and gasped. The room overlooked a stunning garden, filled with vibrant flowers and lush greenery. You could already imagine spending hours sitting by the window, enjoying the peaceful scenery.

You couldn't help but smile as you took it all in. This room was everything you had ever dreamed of and more. It was your own little sanctuary, a place where you could relax, unwind, and be yourself.

You turned to look over at the maid who was still smiling, “Beautiful isn’t it? It was my idea since I’m the only women in this house.” The maid chimed.

“It’s very beautiful. Thank you.” You responded. She gave you chuckle and a nod before slowly shutting the door, leaving you alone in the room.

As you started to unpack your belongings and make the room your own, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. This was your new home, and you couldn't wait to create beautiful memories here.

The sun was setting when you finally finished unpacking a few boxes. You let out a sigh and wiped your sweat off your forehead. You checked the time and saw that it was almost time for you to head to sleep.

As you were about to move a box, you suddenly felt the random urge to use the restroom, “Now that I thought about it I haven’t you used the restroom all day.” You murmured to yourself. You opened your bedroom door and stepped out.

You wandered through the unfamiliar hallways of Mr. Lee’s mansion, trying to remember the directions he had given you to the bathroom. Every door looked the same, and you were starting to feel a bit lost.

Pushing open yet another door, you suddenly froze. There, in the middle of the room, stood a boy you knew all too well. Lee Heeseung, shirtless with only a towel wrapped around him. It seemed like he just got out of the shower since his hair was still wet. His eyes locked onto yours, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" You blurted out, quickly averting your gaze, "I was just looking for the bathroom.”

Heeseung's expression shifted to one of annoyance, "Do you always barge into rooms without knocking?" He snapped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I-I didn't mean to," You stammered, feeling even more flustered. "I just got lost."

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, making his muscles even more prominent, "Typical. Can't even follow simple directions from my dad."

You felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation at his rude comments, "Look, I said I was sorry. It was an accident. A-And your dad didn’t give me any directions!”

Heeseung scoffed, a scowl on his lips, "Whatever. Just get out of here."

You quickly backed out of the room, closing the door behind you. As you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Angry, embarrassed, upset, and flustered? You groaned as you entered your room again and slammed it shut. You plopped on your bed.

The thought suddenly came to you. Lee Heeseung owns this house too, and you don’t think he’s gonna be nice to you anytime soon. You sighed and rolled on your bed. You were just hoping tomorrow won’t go bad. And ignoring the fact that you still had to use the restroom.

The next morning, you groggily made your way down to the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. As you rounded the corner, you froze. There, standing by the kitchen island, was Heeseung, chatting casually with your mom and his dad. Your mom noticed you first and smiled warmly.

"Good morning, sweetie! Come here, I want you to meet someone," She said, beckoning you over. You walked over, feeling a bit nervous under Heeseung's gaze.

"This is Heeseung," Your mom introduced, "Mr. Lee son."

Heeseung smirked, looking you up and down. "Oh, so you're the one who lives here? I was wondering why the house felt so... ordinary."

You felt your face heat up with anger. He met you yesterday and now he’s gonna act like he doesn’t know you? The audacity! You forced a smile and replied, "Nice to meet you too, Heeseung."

Your mom looked between the two of you, clearly sensing the tension. "Well, I'm sure you'll get along just fine once you get to know each other," She said, trying to lighten the mood.

You shot Heeseung one last glare before turning on your heel and heading back to your room. You rather eat breakfast at school than in front of him.

You adjusted your glasses and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before grabbing your backpack. Today was going to be another long day at school, but you were ready for it. As you reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and you found yourself face to face with Heeseung.

Heeseung leaned against the doorframe with a smirk playing on his lips, "Hey, nerd," He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You sighed, already feeling the tension, "What do you want, Heeseung?"

He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Just a little reminder," He said, his tone turning serious, "When we're at school, don't act like we live together. In fact, don't act like you even know me."

You felt a pang of hurt but masked it with a cool expression, "Don't worry, Heeseung. I have no intention of ruining your reputation."

Heeseung's smirk returned, "Good. Just keep to yourself, and we'll be fine."

With that, he stepped aside, letting you pass. You walked down the hallway, feeling a mix of emotions. Living with Heeseung was already challenging, but pretending like you didn't know each other at school was going to be even harder.

As you walked out the door, you couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much about what others thought. But one thing was clear: you were determined to survive this, no matter how difficult Heeseung made it.

Classes slowly came along, you hated how tired you already were. But one thing for sure is that it was the walking this morning. You had to walk to school while Heeseung just drove right past you with his expensive car, not even offering to ask if you wanted a ride to the same damn school.

When it finally came to lunch you decided to go to the library, a place where you could immerse yourself in books and escape the chaos of high school life.

You were hunched over a thick biology textbook, diligently taking notes when you heard the familiar sound of giggles and whispers. You tried to ignore it, but the voices grew louder until they were impossible to tune out.

"Look at her, always with her nose in a book," One of the girls sneered. "Does she think she’s better than us?"

You kept your eyes on your notes, hoping they would get bored and leave. But they didn’t.

"Hey, nerd," Another girl said, leaning over your table and blocking your view, "Do you even have a life outside of studying?"

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, “I’m just trying to study. Can you please leave me alone?"

The girls laughed, and one of them snatched your notebook, “Oh, look at this! She’s taking notes like a good little student."

You reached out to grab your notebook back, but they held it out of reach, teasing you. Just then, you saw Heeseung walk past the library entrance. Your heart leaped with a strange mix of hope and anxiety. Surely, he would help you. After all, you shared a house, even if he pretended you didn’t exist at school.

"Heeseung!" you called out, your voice wavering slightly.

Heeseung paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. But instead of coming to your aid, he simply looked away and continued walking, as if you were invisible.

The girls burst into laughter again, "Even Heeseung doesn’t care about you. How pathetic."

You felt a lump form in your throat, but you refused to cry in front of them. Summoning all your strength, you snatched your notebook back and gathered your things, leaving the library as quickly as you could.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You couldn’t focus in class, your mind replaying the humiliating scene over and over. When the final bell rang, you headed home, determined to confront Heeseung.

You found him in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. "Heeseung, we need to talk," You said, your voice firm.

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow, “What’s up, nerd?"

You took a deep breath, "Why didn’t you help me today? You saw those girls making fun of me, and you just walked away."

Heeseung shrugged, closing the fridge door, "Not my problem."

Your frustration boiled over, "How can you say that? We live together, Heeseung. You could have at least said something to them."

Heeseung leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, "Look, what happens at school stays at school. I’m not your babysitter. Deal with your own problems."

You stared at him, disbelief and hurt washing over you, "Is that really how you feel? That I’m just a problem?"

Heeseung’s expression softened for a brief moment, but he quickly masked it with indifference, "Yeah, pretty much."

You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall, "Fine. If that’s how it is, then don’t expect anything from me either."

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Heeseung standing in the kitchen. As you retreated to your room, you couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal.

You had always known Heeseung was a popular person but also bad at the same time, for his rebellious nature, skipping classes, and getting into trouble, but you had hoped there was more to him. Today, he had shown you exactly who he was, and it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

You were glad tomorrow was the weekend which meant you can just sleep all the embarrassment away from today. You quickly changed and went right to sleep, not even bothering to take off your glasses.

The morning sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stirred awake, feeling unusually refreshed. As you reached for your glasses, you noticed they were perfectly set on the nightstand. Confused, you distinctly remembered falling asleep with them on.

You slipped on your glasses and made your way downstairs, the aroma of breakfast guiding you. Entering the kitchen, you saw your mom chatting with Mr. Lee, but there was no sign of Heeseung.

“Good morning, sweetheart," Your mom greeted you with a smile.

“Morning, Mom," You replied, still puzzled, "Did you take off my glasses last night?"

She shook her head, looking just as confused, “No, I didn't. Maybe Heeseung did before he left with his friends?"

Your eyebrows furrowed more. Heeseung came into my room? You shook your head and gave your mom a tight smile. Whatever she was thinking had to be wrong. Not after what happened last night.

Your mom then got up and exscused herself to the restroom. You sat at the kitchen table, enjoying the breakfast your mom had prepared. Mr. Lee joined you, sipping his coffee and looking thoughtful.

"Did Heeseung ever get a chance to talk to you?" he asked casually.

You hesitated for a moment, the best you could do is lie after anything that’s happening between you, "No, we didn't have time to talk."

Heeseung's dad sighed, shaking his head. "That boy... He never wants to talk to anyone aside from me and his close friends. It's like he's in his own world sometimes."

Hearing this, you felt a pang of guilt for lying. You knew Heeseung was reserved, but it hurt seeing that his father noticed that too.

“I-I mean we say our hi’s and byes. We just don’t really have a full conversation.” You spoke.

His father nodded, “I’m just hoping you talk to him soon. I’m not trying to put any pressure on the two of you, but Heeseung has always done bad things after my divorce with my ex wife. He’d always go out doing bad stuff and getting in deep trouble. Then he’d go partying and drinking and come back home late. I feel like if you guys talked he’d understand on your side that it’s not just about messing up your life for the worse.”

You stared at him pitful. Maybe if you could try to talk to Heeseung about everything with his dad it could help, but then again it’s not your problem to fix.

“I understand where your coming from Mr. Lee. I’ll try to talk to Heeseung more often.” You smiled softly. Mr. Lee smiled back grateful. Your mom soon came back as you all continued eating your food.

The sun began setting when you decided to finally leave your room after studying for so long. You tiptoed downstairs and headed to the living room. There you saw Heeseung playing video games on the big TV yelling at his friends.

“Dude what the fuck? I said left dumbass!” He shouted. You rolled your eyes and went to the kitchen and grabbed a snack. You took a piece of candy bar and chewed on it while heading back upstairs while hearing Heeseung cuss out his friends.

You shut the door and grabbed your phone as you sat on your bed. You scrolled through social media for a while when all of a sudden your door slammed open. Your eyes widened when you saw Heeseung looking angrily at you.

His eyes widened when he saw you holding something, “Hey! Did you just steal my candy bar?"

You looked up, then looked down at the candy that was already almost gone. Feeling a bit guilty but also defiant, “I was hungry and it was just sitting there."

Heeseung frowned, clearly upset, "That was mine! I was saving it for later."

"I'm sorry, Heeseung. I didn't think you'd mind. I'll get you another one." You reasoned, but Heeseungs ant having any of it.

Before he was gonna rant, he suddenly stopped himself, “I don’t want another one.” He suddenly said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “T-Then what do you want?” You stuttered. You mentally slapped yourself from how nervous you sounded. Heeseung didn’t say anything and suddenly walked to you, pushing you on your bed. You let out a gasp and stared up at him on top of you.

“Heeseung what are you-“

“Shut up.” He cut you off. You felt his breath on your face. You lay frozen underneath him, waiting for his next move. He took one of his hands and rubbed along your leg making you jolt.

“Hee-“

“I said shut up.” He snapped. You immediately shut your mouth. He then lowered his head on your neck. You felt his hot breath hitting your cold neck. Your eyes shot wide when you felt him lay a soft kiss on it.

“What if I wanna taste something sweeter?” He mumbled in your neck. You let out a whimper when he suddenly squeezed your leg tight. You shut your eyes closed when he finally lifted his head back up, staring right at you.

You waited, but nothing came. Instead you felt his weight get off of you making you slowly open your eyes. You saw him on the side of your bed, with his half eaten candy bar in his hand.

“Next time ask.” Was all he said before leaving your room, slamming it shut. You finally let go of the breath you were holding on to and held your chest.

What the fuck just happen.

After that incident you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the night. You didn’t wanna see Heeseung after what happened. You were deep into your late-night study session when a faint noise downstairs caught your attention.

Curious and a bit concerned, you quietly made your way down the stairs. The sight of Heeseung, dressed in his usual bad boy attire and slipping on his leather jacket, stopped you in your tracks.

"Heeseung, where are you going?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung glanced at you, his expression unreadable, "It's none of your business," He replied curtly.

You frowned, sensing something was off. "I know you're going to a party. You shouldn't go. What if your dad finds out?"

Heeseung scoffed, shaking his head, “I don't care what he thinks. I need to get out of here."

You stepped closer, your concern growing, "Please, Heeseung. It's not worth the trouble. You know how much your dad worries about you."

Heeseung paused, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. For a second, you thought he might reconsider. But then he turned away, determination in his stride, "I'll deal with it," he muttered before heading out the door.

You stood there, feeling a mix of worry and helplessness, hoping that Heeseung would stay safe and that one day he might understand how much people cared about him.

You didn’t get how he turns so fast from you. The mix emotions he gives you that leaves you a mess. Has he always had that impact on someone? You went back upstairs deciding to just leave it alone. Besides, he’ll never listen to you.

After few hours of thinking and worrying for Heeseung you finally were able to go to sleep. The house was silent and dark, when you heard the creak of your bedroom door. Groggily, you opened your eyes to see Heeseung stumbling into your room. He reeked of alcohol, and his eyes were unfocused.

"Heeseung? What are you doing here?" You asked, sitting up in bed.

Without a word, he collapsed onto the bed beside you, his head resting on your pillow, "I just... I needed to see you," He slurred, his voice thick with alcohol.

You frowned, worried about his state, "You shouldn't be here. You need to sleep it off."

Heeseung ignored your concern, his eyes half-closed, "You know, you're always so... so smart. I wish I could be like you. Those fuckers.. don’t know what their talking about," He mumbled, his words tumbling out in a disjointed stream.

Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Shocked, you froze for a moment before instinctively slapping him.

Heeseung pulled back, a hurt look in his eyes. "I... I'm sorry," he muttered, getting up and stumbling out of the room.

You sat there, your heart racing, trying to process what had just happened. You didn’t know what came over you to slap him. You then touch your lips. His faint soft lips printed on yours. It then hit you, he was your first kiss.

The next morning, you woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. The events of the previous night played on a loop in your mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. As you walked down the hallway, you saw Heeseung approaching from the other end. Your heart raced, and you felt a wave of panic wash over you.

Heeseung walked past you without a second glance, as if nothing had happened. Confused and hurt, you turned to confront him, "Heeseung, about last night..."

Heeseung stopped and looked at you, his expression blank, “What about last night?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

“You- don’t you remember?" you said, your voice trembling slightly.

Heeseung frowned, shaking his head, "I don't remember anything from last night. I was pretty out of it."

His words felt like a punch to the gut. You had been so affected by what happened, but to him, it was just a forgotten moment in a drunken haze. Feeling a mix of frustration and sadness, you walked away to the restroom, trying to push the memory to the back of your mind.

How could he forget that? Now you're the only one to remember the mess he had made. You did your usual in the bathroom and came out. You didn’t Heeseung anywhere and went back to your room. Maybe going on a walk would be fine to clear the head. As you finished getting dressed, you opened your door and headed downstairs.

You didn’t noticed Heeseung anywhere and put on your shoes before heading out the door. As you stepped outside, you saw him playing basketball in the driveway.

Heeseung glanced up, noticing you, "Where are you going?" he asked, pausing his game.

"For a walk," You replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He simply nodded and went back to his game, the sound of the ball bouncing echoing in the quiet morning. You continued walking, but your mind kept drifting back to the way he had kissed you. The memory was vivid, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake it off.

Each step you took seemed to bring back a fragment of that moment, making it harder to move on. You felt a pang of longing mixed with the hurt of knowing he didn't remember. The walk, meant to be a distraction, only made you more aware of the emotions you were trying to escape.

You came back a few minutes later, it was just a walk around the neighborhood anyways. Heeseung was still playing, not paying any mind to you. You walked past him and went inside. You decided to do your studies in the kitchen.

You went upstairs to grab your essentials before coming back down and sitting at the kitchen table, buried in a pile of homework. Heeseung soon came inside and sauntered in the kitchen. He grabbed an apple, and sat across from you. He watched you intently, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Why do you always have your head in a book? Don't you ever do anything fun?" he asked, taking a bite of the apple.

"Studying is fun for me," you replied curtly, not looking up.

Heeseung laughed, "You really are something else."

You rolled your eyes, “At least I don’t go out partying and getting drunk and coming back and doing the unthinkable.”

Heeseung stopped chewing and stared at you with an unreadable expression. It was silent for a few minutes and that’s when you were gonna apologize but he beat you to it.

“Did I bring my girlfriend over yesterday?” He whispered. You paused and looked at him. He has a girlfriend? You felt your mouth go completely dry.

Heeseung has a girlfriend. When the hell did he had a girlfriend? That’s when it finally came to you. Heeseung has a girlfriend, and he kissed you. Heeseung noticed your shocked face and waved his hand in front of your face, “Nerd? You there?” He said.

“Y-You have a girlfriend?” You questioned.

Heeseung frowned before nodding, “Haven’t told my dad though since he would freak out, but now that I’ve brung her over it’s fine.”

He thinks he brung her over last night. He really doesn’t remember anything, you thought.

“No you didn’t bring her over Heeseung, “ You didn’t know if it was even okay to say anything at this point, “I-I was talking about what you did with me-“

“Y/n sweetie were heading out can you lock the door?” You mom yells from the living room. You gasped, completely forgetting that your mom and Mr. Lee were even home.

“Coming!” You yelled back. You ignored Heeseungs look and went to your mom in the living room. She kissed your cheek before shutting the door. You locked it and headed back to the kitchen.

You noticed Heesueng looked deep in thought. You slowly walked over to him, “Heeseung-“

"Forget about last night," He said abruptly, his voice lacking its usual edge.

You blinked, taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Heeseung's eyes shifted away from yours, "Just forget it happened," he repeated, more firmly this time. Without waiting for a response, he got up from his seat and walked away, leaving you alone with a whirlwind of emotions.

You decided to shake it off and bury yourself in your homework, but his words kept coming back. Each time you tried to focus on a math problem or a history chapter, your mind wandered back to the way he said it so causally. It was impossible to concentrate, and your frustration grew with each passing minute.

As night fell, you heard the familiar sound of Heeseung's laughter outside. You looked out the window and saw him heading out with his friends, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. You didn’t even hear him leave. The sight of him leaving made your heart sink. A mix of anger and sadness welled up inside you, he really doesn’t learn.

The next morning, something felt off. You woke up and immediately went to Heeseungs room. You knocked on the door about five times before opening it, that’s when you noticed that Heeseung's bed was untouched. Panic started to creep in as you realized he hadn't come home. You tried to rationalize it, telling yourself that he might have crashed at a friend's place. But the nagging worry wouldn't go away.

As you made your way downstairs, you were greeted by Mr. Lee. His eyes were filled with concern, and you could tell he had noticed Heeseung's absence as well. "Did Heeseung mention anything to you last night? He didn’t come home last night or today." he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing. You knew you should tell him the truth, that Heeseung had gone out and hadn't come back. But something held you back. Maybe it was a sense of loyalty to Heeseung you didn’t know of, or perhaps a fear of getting him into trouble, "No, nothing happened," You lied, forcing a smile, “He probably just stayed over at a friend's place."

Heeseung's dad didn't look convinced, but he nodded, seemingly accepting your explanation. You quickly grabbed your bag and headed out the door, eager to escape the tense atmosphere.

School felt like a blur. You couldn't focus on your classes, your mind constantly drifting back to Heeseung. You scanned the hallways, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he was nowhere in sight. Each passing hour only intensified your worry.

By lunchtime, you were a bundle of nerves. You sat alone at your usual spot in the cafeteria, poking at your food without any real appetite. The absence of Heeseung was worrying you like crazy, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

As the day dragged on, you found yourself checking your phone repeatedly, hoping for a message or a call from him. But there was nothing. The silence was deafening, and the worry gnawed at you like a relentless beast.

You knew you had to find him, to make sure he was okay. But where to start? Heeseung was a master at keeping his whereabouts a mystery, and you had no idea where he could be. The uncertainty was suffocating, and you felt utterly helpless.

As you walked home that evening, the weight of the situation settled heavily on your shoulders. You couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened, something that had kept Heeseung from coming home.

Heeseung finally stumbled through the front door late at night, his usual nonchalant demeanor firmly in place. You had been sitting on the couch, unable to focus on anything but the worry gnawing at your insides. The moment you saw him, relief flooded through you, but it was quickly replaced by a mix of frustration and concern.

"Heeseung, where have you been?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

He shrugged, kicking off his shoes and heading towards the stairs, "Out with friends. I'm going to bed," He said casually.

Before he could take another step, Mr. Lee appeared, blocking his path. "Heeseung, we need to talk," Mr. Lee said sternly.

Heeseung rolled his eyes, "Not now, Dad. I'm tired."

But his dad wasn't having it, "No, we're talking now. You can't just come and go as you please without any explanation."

The tension in the room was palpable as the argument escalated, “And who are you to stop me?” Heeseung snapped. You gasped at the way Heeseung said that to Me. Lee.

Me. Lee let out a deep breath through his nose, “I am your father Heeseung.”

Heeseung scoffed, “You lost that status the second you told mom you wanted a divorce.”

Everything else just felt faint to you. Voices were raised, accusations were thrown, and you could see the hurt and anger in Heeseung's eyes. Finally, he stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him.

You hesitated for a moment, watching as Mr. Lee went to sit on the kitchen table. You decided to follow Heesueng. You found him sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. Without a word, you sat down next to him and gently placed a hand on his back. Heeseung looked up, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace, “It's okay, Heeseung. I'm here for you," you murmured.

Heeseung finally let the tears fall, his body shaking with silent sobs. You held him close, offering what comfort you could. Gradually, the tension began to ease, and the exhaustion of the day caught up with both of you.

Eventually, you both lay down on his bed, still holding each other. As the night wore on, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled you into a peaceful sleep, the worries of the day fading away in the warmth of both of your presence.

The next morning, you woke up early, the events of the previous night still fresh in your mind. You got ready for school, the house unusually quiet. As you walked into the kitchen, you were surprised to see Mr. Lee and your mom sitting at the table, sipping coffee and chatting.

"Good morning," you greeted them, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Good morning, dear," your mom replied with a warm smile, "Heeseung's in the shower. He'll be out soon."

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. You quickly got dressed and gathered your things for school. Just as you were finishing up, Heeseung emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp and a towel slung over his shoulders.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than usual.

"Hey," you replied, trying to read his expression.

Heeseung hesitated for a moment before speaking again, "Do you want a ride to school?"

You blinked in surprise. Heeseung offering to drive you to school was unexpected, especially after the tense night before. "Uh, sure. That'd be great."

As you walked to his car, you couldn't help but notice how different he seemed. The usual edge in his demeanor was softened, and he seemed genuine. The ride to school was quiet, but it wasn't the uncomfortable silence you had feared. Instead, it felt comforting.

When you arrived at school, Heeseung turned to you, "Thanks for being there last night."

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Anytime, Heeseung. Anytime."

Students watched as you and Heeseung got out of his cars. Whispers and chatters were heard around you, but you didn’t seem to care. Heeseung walked you to your class and bid you goodbye.

You didn’t know why Heeseung decided to change like this, but at the same time you weren’t complaining.

The school day went by fast to you. You didn’t see Heeseung at lunch, but decided to ignore it. You stepped out of the school gates and saw Heeseung. He made eye contact with you. You slowly walked over to him confused.

“Are you waiting for someone?” You asked him. He nodded his head and tilted it.

“I was waiting for you.” He spoke. Your eyes widened.

“Me? Why?” You mumbled. It was more like a question to yourself than him.

“Cause I can? Come on I’m getting tired. Feels like I’ve been standing here for ages.” He said. You guilty got into the car.

The car ride was silent when you guys got back. You and Heeseung both got out of his car, shutting it with slam. As you were gonna go to the door Heeseung suddenly grabbed your wrist. Your eyebrows furrowed as you look at him.

"I need your help," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "My dad owes me an apology, and I think you can help me get it."

You were taken aback. Was that why he was being nice to you? You didn’t know what to feel.

“Is that why you were nice to me today?” You mumbled, feeling somewhat offended.

Heeseung shook his head confused, “Of course not. I was being nice because of what you did yesterday. No one has ever done that before.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, you began to think that maybe, just maybe, Heeseung was more than his bad boy facade.

“Okay, I’ll help you.” You said. Heeseung gave you a sweet smile that made your feel some type of way. Nonetheless, you gave him a smile back.

Over the next few days, Heeseung's behavior changed. He started doing small, nice things for you—making you coffee in the morning, helping you with your chores, and even engaging in conversations about your interests.

You couldn’t help but notice how when he listened to you, he had a look in his eyes that made your heart race. How he listened to every last detail you’d tell about anything. How he makes comments about little things about you that you’ve never mentioned to him or anyone else. You felt like Heeseung was actually making a change towards you.

On the other hand, you gave out advice for him to follow to make his dad apologize, like suggesting he have an honest conversation about his feelings. Surprisingly, Heeseung took your advice to heart.

Finally, the day came when Heeseung confronted his dad about everything. It didn’t come as easy though.

“Heeseung, I want you to understand the importance of this family. I know we all don’t understand you the way your mom did, but I’m willing to make an effort to show you to see the good side of life.” Mr. Lee said. You noticed Heeseung was a lot calmer than the last time. While on your end, you were praying to god nothing breaks out into fits of anger.

“I know, I just couldn’t stop thinking about how our family used to be. I miss how we we used to be.” Heeseung whispered the last part under his death.

You watched how Mr. Lee's face went from upset to sad. You felt bad that you couldn’t step in and comfort. The moment those two words fell out, Mr. Lee lips, for the first time you saw a glimmer of vulnerability in Heeseung's eyes. They hugged and departed from each other. Mr. Lee gave you a knowing nod with you smiling back.

Heeseung looked over at you and gave you a small smile. That was the first time he ever smiled at you. You gave a him a big smile back with a thumbs up. Just as you thought everything will finally get better, you soon found out how wrong you were.

Later that night, Heeseung, having achieved his goal, didn't stick around to celebrate with you. Instead, he grabbed his jacket and headed out to a party, leaving you standing alone in the house, feeling used and betrayed.

You sat on the couch, staring at the door he had just walked out of, wondering if any of the kindness he had shown you was real or just a means to an end. The realization stung, but it also made you stronger.

Instead of letting him leave like that, your only thought was to follow him. You knew where he was going after hearing a phone call with his friend about a party that was happening later today. You grabbed your moms keys and left the house. You knew the address since you also overheard when his friend was on speaker.

You had never been to a party before, and tonight, you decided to see for yourself what drew him away so often. The party was at a house a few blocks away, already throbbing with loud music and laughter. You hesitated at the doorway, but your determination pushed you inside.

The atmosphere was overwhelming, a stark contrast to your usual quiet evenings. You scanned the room for Heeseung, hoping to catch a glimpse of him amidst the chaos.

As you navigated through the crowd, you accidentally bumped into someone. You groaned and looked up. Your eyes widened when you saw it was one of Heeseung's friends, Park Sunghoon. He was tall, with a smug smile that made you instantly freeze, "Hey, aren't you that nerd that was with Heeseung that one day? What are you doing here?" he questioned.

You straightened your posture, trying to muster some confidence, "It's none of your business why I'm here," you replied, your voice steady despite the knot in your stomach.

Sunghoon let out a deep chuckle before leaning on the wall. You weren’t gonna lie and say he didn’t look attractive doing that, “Right. None of my business. So did you just come here to get a quick fuck?”

You gasped at his sentence, “W-What? No! I-I was here just because I can!” You stuttered. Sunghoon smug smile never left when he suddenly leaned towards you. Both of your face close to each other.

“You know, if you ever wanna have fun, you know where I’m at. Heeseung doesn’t need to know.” Sunghoon whispered. Even though the music was booming loudly, you could still hear him from how close he was to you. His breath smelling like alcohol and somewhat of a minty smell.

Just as you were about to walk away, Heeseung suddenly appeared beside him. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of recognition. But then, his expression turned cold.

“What are you doing Sunghoon?" He coolly asked, acting like you aren’t there. Sunghoon backed away from you and gave Heeseung a pat.

“Nothing man. Just talking to this nerd. You know her right?” Sunghoon teased. He knew the answer, but to your confusion he still asked.

Heeseung shrugged nonchalantly, "No idea who she is," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and hurt, you turned on your heel and pushed your way through the crowd, desperate to escape.

Thats when the tears stung your eyes as you made your way back to the apartment. The night air was cool against your flushed cheeks, but it did little to soothe the ache in your chest.

You reached your car, fumbling with the keys. You finally managed to unlock the door and slid into the driver's seat, resting your head on the steering wheel. The sound of the passenger door opening startled you. You looked up, eyes widening as Heeseung climbed in beside you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and confusion.

Heeseung leaned back in the seat, his expression unreadable, "Why were you at the party?" He asked, ignoring your question.

You looked away, not wanting to admit the truth, "I just wanted to see what it was like," You muttered.

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair, "You don't belong in places like that," He said firmly, "Why didn't you just stay home?"

You clenched your fists, frustration boiling over, "Because I wanted to see you," You blurted out before you could stop yourself, "I wanted to understand why you always leave. How parties can make your worries disappear! Why you always switch out on me.” You voice cracking at the end.

Heeseung's eyes softened, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek, "You don't always need to know everything about me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, Heeseung leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. Your heart raced as you melted into the kiss, feeling the barriers between your worlds begin to crumble. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You suddenly remembered about his girlfriend and pushed him away, “Heeseung your girlfriend-“

“I don’t wanna think about her right now.” He said. You gulped hard. You knew what you did was wrong, but seeing Heeseung so calm made you relax a bit.

He then looked at you again, “Let's go home," He said softly. You slowly nodded and started the car, exiting the driveway and leaving the loud house. The car ride was silent, with Heeseung staring out the window.

You averted your gaze to him from time to time, however not saying anything. When you guys finally got back you got out the car and headed to the door. You unlocked it, letting yourself in before Heeseung came in.

Just as you were about to say something Heeseung suddenly pinned you on the door, “Heeseung what are you-“

He cut you off and kissed you harshly. You let out a gasp when he nibbled on your bottom lip. He then entered his tongue in your mouth. You squirmed feeling his hot tongue swirling with yours. It all felt too hot. You moaned when he roughly gripped your hips.

The thought of his girlfriend completely washed away when he broke the kiss with both of your salivas connecting at your lips. He didn’t waste a second, grabbing your wrist and taking you to his room. Heeseung's eyes glinted with mischief as he led you to his room, his grip firm yet oddly gentle.

It was the second time going to his room, this time with him with you. The contrast between his tough exterior and the care he took in guiding you made your heart race. As you stepped inside, you couldn't help but notice how surprisingly neat his room was.

Your eyes wandered over the shelves lined with books, some of which you recognized from your own collection. A small, framed photo of a younger Heeseung with a genuine smile caught your eye, and you felt a pang of curiosity about the story behind it. The room was filled with little details that contradicted his bad boy image – a neatly made bed, a few potted plants, and a desk organized with precision.

Heeseung caught you staring and smirked, "Surprised?" He asked, leaning casually against the doorframe. You nodded, unable to hide your amazement. "There's more to me than meets the eye," He said, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it before.

You sat on his bed with him still standing in front of you. He then leaned down and pecked your lips before going on top of you as you lay on the sheets. He started trailing kisses along your neck. You let out a quiet moan when you felt him starting to suck on your neck.

Heeseung grinned at your sensitivity and playfully bit your neck, making you squeak. You wrapped your arms instinctively around his neck. You mewled when you felt him grind on your cloth core. Everything felt too unreal to you.

“Fuck. I can practically feel your wetness.” He groaned. He took his hand and rubbed against your leg like the last time, but this time he slowly crept towards you core.

“H-Hee.” You whimpered. Hearing you already making a nickname for him made him hard. You let out a relief sigh when he finally rubbed against your heat. The pressure of pleasure floating in your body.

Heeseung bit his lip, suppressing a groan when he finally felt your wet shorts.

“Hee please.” You groaned. Heeseung smirked and stared at your facial expression. Mouth agape, eyes rolled back, hair messy, Heeseung knew he was gonna be a goner.

“What do you want princess?” He whispered. His voice husky and filled with lust. You felt yourself already creating a pool with the way he sounded.

“I-It feels weird Hee! Please do something.” You weakly stated. Something inside lit up in Heeseung hearing you say that.

A virgin is probably his most favorite thing when it comes to sex. He didn’t waste any time taking off your shorts. He let out a breath when he saw the wet patch on your underwear and lowered his body down.

Before you could ask what he was doing you suddenly felt a wet sensation on your underwear, “Oh god Heeseung!” You let out a cry and arched your back. Heeseung hummed and licked up and down on your slit. The feeling of pleasure was too much for you.

He stopped and looked up at you, “I wanna see you begging.” He breathed out. He slid off your underwear effortlessly revealing your glistening pussy. You tried covering yourself up but Heeseungs wasn’t having none of that. He pulled your legs apart roughly making you whine. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. The way his hard stare was on you.

“If I would’ve know your pussy looked this good I would’ve fucked you sooner.” He said. Your eyes went wide. Now your cheeks were definitely a crimson red. He lowered once again and didn’t give you a chance to say anything before he dipped his tongue inside.

You gripped the sheets at his sudden urgency and let out a loud moan. You didn’t know if your guys parents were home, but it was too late now. He licked your folds up and down, swirling his tongue around your bud. You gripped his locks and wrapped your leg around his head.

“Hee! Oh fuck!” You squealed. He cursed in your pussy and finally dipped his tongue in your hole. You couldn’t control any of your moans anymore. The sound of slurping and moaning bounced around his room.

You felt a weird pit in your stomach and thrashed around, “H-Hee I think I’m gonna- ah!” You moaned and jerked forward. Your orgasm coming quickly and hard. Your mouth went agape as you let out hard breaths feeling Heeseung lick everything up.

You squeezed his locks, feeling overstimulated. You tapped his head weakly, “H-Heeseung no more.” You rasped out. Heeseung finally stopped and licked his lips. Your cum on his chin, his eyes hazy and unfocused.

“How am I gonna fit?” He asked you. Your eyes widened. Shit, he really wanted to have sex with you. You started stammering random words while Heeseung stared at you. If he was gonna fuck you, you have to enjoy it too.

He cut off your rant by kissing you again. You immediately kissed him back, not feeling his fingers near your hole. You let out a scream when you felt his finger slowly enter you.

“Shh it’s okay. It’ll hurt for a quick second.” He muttered. You tried to get used to it, however the pressure was too much.

“H-Heeseung I can’t! It hurts!” You sniffled. Heeseung pampered you with kisses, trying to distract you. You looked so pretty when you cry.

“I know princess. It’ll feel good. I promise.” He reasoned. You panted hard when you suddenly felt your hole slowly getting used to it. Soon enough you were a moaning mess all over again.

“Another one. P-Please.” You dictated. Heeseung grinned and added his other finger. You let out a moan in pleasure feeling his long thick fingers stretching you out.

You felt another orgasm coming again, but Heeseung took his fingers out making you whine. He ignored you, his grin never coming off his face.

He took off his shirt revealing his body. You bit your lip seeing his toned body. You felt something poking you and looked down. There was his hard dick poking out of his pants. You whimpered when he moved it towards your pussy.

“You like what you see?” He teased. You slowly nodded, unsure what to say at that moment. He chuckled at your cuteness and kissed your temple.

You reached your hand unsure if you could touch him. He didn’t seem to mind and leaned in more. You rubbed his cloth dick slowly causing him to hiss. You felt a sudden confidence coming over you and stroked his dick faster. At this point you were practically jerking him off and he seemed to like it, or even loved it.

He pulled away suddenly making you furrow your eyebrows, “Is something wrong?” You mumbled, your brain in a haze.

“I don’t wanna cum like this.” He said. You blushed when he started unbuckling his pants and taking off his pants and boxers at the same time. Your mouth went dry seeing his dick for the first time. It was big.

Is that even gonna fit?

He groaned when he touched it and stroked it slowly. You watched him stroke his dick slowly, blushing and panting. He looked down at you, “Are you ready?”

You impatiently nodded, making him chuckle darkly. He lined his dick at your entrance before slowly pushing in. You felt the air knock out your lungs and gripped him tightly on his arms. He moaned at your tightness. Your whimpers and sniffles made him want to go right at it and fuck you hard.

“Fuck, can I move now princess?” He hissed. You shut your eyes and slowly nodded. He started at a slow pace, watching your every expression to make sure you're not hurting anywhere. Once he sees your face turning from pain to pleasure he picked up his pace faster.

The sound of hard skin slapping heard in his room. You felt dizzy with pleasure with the way he pounded in your pussy, “Oh fuck.” You whimpered.

“Feel good princess?” He asked. You frantically nodded your head. He sighed feeling you clench around him.

“M’gonna cum Heeseung.” You panted out. Heeseung hummed and buried his face in your neck, the feeling making you ticklish. You felt your orgasm coming and scratched onto his back. You bit Heeseung neck feeling your orgasm hitting you. Heeseung let out a pained moan and came after you.

You both panted unevenly and hard. Heeseung slowly pulled out and fell right next to you. You stared up at the ceiling rethinking everything. You had sex with Lee Heeseung, the schools bad boy. The one who made you feel like you were worthless.

Your thoughts were cut off when you felt a strong arm wrap around you. You looked up at Heeseung and saw him also in thought. The silence was somewhat comforting while also heavy. Heeseung nuzzled against the top of your head and sighed.

You slowly felt your eyes get heavy feeling his warmth accompanying you into slumber.

Heeseung looked down when he suddenly heard little snores coming out of you. He stared at your lips and leaned down, giving them a soft peck. Besides, it was gonna be the last time he would feel them.

You woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, feeling disoriented. As you slowly sat up, you realized you were in an unfamiliar bed. Panic surged through you until you recognized the room – Heeseung's room. The events of last night hit you like a truck, but you distinctly remembered the heated moment that had led you here.

Looking around, you noticed Heeseung was nowhere in sight. Your heart pounded as you spotted a neatly folded note on the pillow beside you. With trembling hands, you picked it up and read:

Had to head to school early. See you there. - Heeseung.

You sighed, a mix of relief and frustration washing over you. Gathering your things, you quickly got ready and made your way to school, your mind racing with thoughts of what had transpired.

As you entered the school grounds, you spotted Heeseung almost immediately. He was leaning against a locker, surrounded by his usual group of friends, exuding his typical bad boy aura. His laughter echoed down the hallway, and you felt an inexplicable pang in your chest.

But what shocked you the most was the girl under his arms, giggling as she whispered something in his ear making him smile. You stood there watching the scene unfold. Your eyes met his for a fleeting moment. His expression shifted from amusement to something unreadable as he watched you.

Suddenly, the memories of last night came flooding back – the new side he shown you yesterday, the intimate moment you guys had together.

Feeling overwhelmed, you quickly looked away and walked past him, determined to ignore him. You could feel his gaze burning into your back, but you kept your head down, focusing on getting to your locker.

Throughout the day, you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung's eyes on you. Every time you glanced his way, he was watching, a mix of amusement and something else in his eyes. It was as if he was silently pleading for you to acknowledge him, but you couldn't bring yourself to face him.

During lunch, you found a quiet corner in the library to gather your thoughts. The events of last night played over and over in your mind. Heeseung had been so different – so real. But now, in the harsh light of day, it was easier to retreat behind your walls and pretend it hadn't happened.

As the final bell rang, you gathered your things and headed out, hoping to avoid any further encounters. But as you stepped outside, you saw Heeseung waiting by the gate, his expression serious.

"Nerd," he called out, his voice coming out more firm than usual, "We need to talk."

You hesitated, torn between your instinct to flee and the curiosity gnawing at you. Finally, you took a deep breath and walked over to him, bracing yourself for whatever came next.

“what do you wanna talk about?” You questioned, knowing full well what he wanted to talk about. He knew you weren’t stupid.

"Do you regret it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t and that you would do it again if you could. To tell him that you feel something for him that you’ve never felt with anyone else, but reality came to you that he still has a girlfriend, and that your parents are getting married soon, "Yes," You replied, your voice trembling, "I regret it."

Heeseung's face fell, and he looked away, running a hand through his hair, "I figured," He muttered, "I agree... I just needed to know from your point of you. No hard feelings?”

You nodded your head, holding your tears in, “Agreed.”

After that conversation, you made a conscious effort to avoid him. It wasn't easy, especially when you saw him with his girlfriend, laughing and holding hands. Each time, it felt like a knife to your heart, but you kept your distance, knowing it was for the best.

Despite your efforts, you couldn't help but notice the change in Heeseung. He seemed more distant, more withdrawn. His usual bravado was gone, replaced by a quiet facade that you couldn't ignore. He stopped speaking to you for once, walking right past you whenever you’d see him anywhere in the house. He wouldn’t add sarcastic comments towards your way anymore. He still went to parties and hang outs as usual, but he was a lot more aggressive than usual when he came home drunk.

Days turned into weeks, and you tried your best to avoid him. You buried yourself in your studies, hoping the memory would fade. But every time you saw Heeseung with his girlfriend, a pang of guilt and regret twisted in your chest.

Or when you would hang out with your mom and Mr. Lee it reminded you exactly why you’re there. Because they were getting married. How would they react when they would’ve found out there kids fucked each other? You didn’t wanna know.

It was like any other day with you reading in the living room. You were almost done with a chapter when you suddenly heard a knock at the door. You didn't think much of it until you heard voices—familiar voices. Curiosity got the better of you, and you opened the door revealing Heeseung's girlfriend, Karina, and his friends Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay.

"Hey, can we come in?" Jake asked, though it seemed more like a statement than a question. You nodded, stepping aside to let them in.

You heard footsteps coming downstairs and was greeted by Heeseung, “Baby!” Karina smiled and went to hug Heeseung. He hugged her back just as tightly.

“Hey baby, I didn’t know you were coming too.” Heeseung chuckled. Karina gave him a teasing smile in return.

“Well I haven’t seen you since yesterday so I decided to come over!” She chimed. Heeseung seemed to be ignoring you completely, his attention focused on his girlfriend.

You were cut off with your thoughts when Heeseungs friends all greeted you with a mix of politeness and indifference, but Sunghoon gave you a knowing smirk.

They made their way upstairs, laughing and chatting amongst themselves. Heeseung didn't even glance your way, and you felt a pang of something—was it disappointment? You shook it off, returning to the living room with your book.

A little while later, there was a knock on the wall. You looked up to see Sunghoon standing there, leaning casually against the wall like he did the last time at the party.

"Hey," He said, his voice smooth and friendly, "Got a minute?"

You didn’t like where this was going. You nodded, putting down your book, “What's up?"

"There's this party later tonight," Sunghoon began, stepping closer to the couch you were sitting at. "It's gonna be pretty cool. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us."

You blinked, taken aback. A party? You remembered the last time and gulped. You hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

"I don't know," you said finally, "Parties aren't really my thing, especially from last time.”

Sunghoon smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "Come on, it'll be fun. You might even enjoy yourself."

You bit your lip, still uncertain, "I'll think about it.”

"Fair enough," Sunghoon said, giving you a nod, "Just let me know."

He left, and you were alone with your thoughts. A party? With Heeseung and his friends? It seemed like a bad idea, but a part of you was curious. What would it be like to step out of your comfort zone again, even just for one more night?

As the hours passed, you found yourself thinking more and more about Sunghoon's invitation. Finally, you made up your mind.

You rifled through your closet, looking for something to wear. You settled on an outfit that was a little out of the ordinary for you—something that made you feel confident and a bit daring.

When you were ready, you took a deep breath and headed downstairs. it seemed as if Sunghoon was waiting for you, his eyes widening in surprise and admiration when he saw you.

"Wow," He said, a grin spreading across his face, "You look amazing."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. "Thanks."

He offered you his arm, and you took it, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. As you walked out the door, you didn’t notice a certain someone watching the scene unfold in front him.

You decided to drive with Sunghoon since he insisted and made your way to the party.

The night was electric with the buzz of excitement as you stepped into the party, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. You adjusted your glasses and smoothed down your dress, feeling slightly out of place among the throngs of people. Sunghoon was by your side, his easy smile putting you at ease.

"Come on, let's dance," He said, taking your hand and leading you to the dance floor. The music was loud, the bass thumping through your body as you moved to the rhythm. Sunghoon's presence was comforting, his laughter infectious as he twirled you around.

As you danced, you couldn't help but notice Heeseung across the room. He was leaning against the wall, his arm draped around Karina’s shoulder. His eyes, however, were fixed on you and Sunghoon. There was a dark intensity in his gaze that sent shivers down your spine. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the fun you were having with Sunghoon.

But the more you danced, the more you felt Heeseung's eyes on you. It was unsettling, and you found yourself glancing his way more often than you intended. Karina seemed oblivious, chatting animatedly with her friends, but Heeseung's attention never wavered.

"Hey, you okay?" Sunghoon asked, noticing your distraction.

"Yeah, I'm fine," You lied, giving him a reassuring smile. "Just a bit hot in here."

"Let's get some air," He suggested, leading you outside to the patio. The cool night air was a welcome relief, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

Sunghoon leaned against the railing, looking at you with concern, "You sure you're okay?"

You nodded, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn't stop thinking about Heeseung. The way he looked at you, the way he seemed to be watching your every move. It was driving you crazy.

Before you knew it, you found yourself leaning in and kissing Sunghoon. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, a desperate attempt to get Heeseung out of your mind. Sunghoon was surprised but didn't pull away, his lips soft and warm against yours.

But the kiss didn't have the desired effect. Instead of forgetting about Heeseung, you felt his gaze burning into you even more intensely. You pulled away from Sunghoon, feeling a mix of guilt and confusion.

"Sorry," you mumbled, not sure what else to say.

Sunghoon looked at you with a mix of surprise and concern, "It's okay. Are you sure you're alright?"

Before you could answer, you felt a strong hand grab your arm. You turned to see Heeseung, his expression dark and angry, “We need to talk," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

He didn't give you a chance to respond, pulling you away from Sunghoon and into the house. You stumbled after him, your heart pounding in your chest. He led you upstairs to a quiet room, closing the door behind him.

"What the hell was that?" He demanded, his eyes blazing with anger.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," He said, stepping closer, “You and Sunghoon."

You looked away, unable to meet his intense gaze, "It's none of your business."

Heeseung grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, "It is my business," he said, his voice low and dangerous, “You think you can just kiss him and I'll be okay with it?"

You felt a surge of defiance. "Why do you care? You have a girlfriend."

Heeseung's grip tightened, his eyes flashing with anger, “You think I care about her? The only reason I'm with her is because I can't have you."

His words took you by surprise, and you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you. Anger, confusion, and something else you couldn't quite identify, "Then why didn't you ever say anything?"

Heeseung let go of your chin, running a hand through his hair in frustration, "Because I'm an idiot. All these fucking feelings I’ve been feeling pisses me off. Were too different for each other. Which is why I also thought you'd never be interested in someone like me."

You took a step back, trying to process everything, "And now?"

Heeseung looked at you, his expression softening, "Now I can't stand the thought of you with someone else."

You felt your resolve melting, the anger and confusion giving way to something else. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. Fuck it. "Then show me," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung didn't need any more encouragement. He closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with a desperate intensity. You melted into the kiss, all the pent-up emotions finally finding release.

You moaned into the kiss, letting his tongue entering your mouth. You didn’t know how much you missed this when he finally lay you on the bed. He didn’t waste time stripping off his clothes, still leaving you cloth. Before he could take your clothes off you stop him, “Wait a minute.”

Heeseung frowned. Did you wanted to stop already? He didn’t have time to think before you suddenly got up and kneel down. Oh shit. Heeseung stared at you in shock.

“Are you, doing what I think you’re doing?” He said, unsure if you were actually gonna do it. You nodded and bit your lip. His hard dick leaking precum. You slowly grabbed it and stroked it slow. Heeseung threw his head back feeling you squeeze around the tip and went faster.

“Shit! Wait.” He muttered. You ignored him and put the just the tip in your mouth. You hummed finally being able to taste him. Heeseung let out a drawn moan feeling your hot wet tongue.

He grabbed your head and gently pushed your head deeper down. You obliged obediently and went back and forth. You felt his dick tense slightly, letting it rest on your tongue.

“Ah hell. Why are you so good at this?” He questioned. You took his dick out your mouth and stroked it.

“Google.” You simply said. Heeseung couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle. You smiled and went back to sucking his dick. He soon felt his climax coming and made you deep throat him.

You gagged a little but recomposed yourself and let him use you. You moaned when you felt his hot spurts of cum going down your throat. You made sure you swallowed every last drop before letting go with a pop.

You got back up and kissed him. He sighed into the kiss and pushed you back on the bed. He helped you take off your clothes and kissed along your chest. You whimpered when you felt him suck on one of your breast while fondling with the other.

You grabbed his hand and lead it down to your wet pussy, he rubbed it in circular motion.

“Please Heeseung put it in now. I can’t wait.” You ranted. Heeseung chuckled and slowly lined his dick at your entrance. He rubbed his dick alongside your folds making you mewl.

He finally entered inside you making you both moan in unison. He didn’t wait a second to let you get used to his size and went full speed. You moaned uncontrollably, not being able to hold back. Heeseung kissed you to make you a bit quiet.

“You’re so tight princess. Fuck, gonna breed this pussy dry.” He moaned. You nodded your head, long gone to even cooperate what he was saying. He grabbed both your legs and pushed them against you shoulders, having better access to fuck your hole.

You let out a cry when he hit your spot and arched your back. Heeseung smirked, not stopping his brutal pace on you. You felt your orgasm coming and bit your finger to stop yourself from being loud. Your orgasm came out long and drawn while Heeseung watched you unfold.

He gave out a few more thrust before cumming deep inside you. You let out pants and watched Heeseung take out his dick. He got up from the bed to the restroom and came back with a wash cloth.

He wiped the both of you off and helped you get dress. As you guys finished you finally looked at him.

“Heeseung, what are we?” You finally asked. Heeseung stared at you before giving you a small smile.

“Whatever you want us to be.” He replied. You bit your lip uncertain. He still had a girlfriend.

“Your girlfriend. What about her-“

“I broke up with her. Right when I saw you and Sunghoon leave to the balcony I knew you were the one.” He admitted. You felt your heart swell up and smiled.

“Then I want us to be together then Hee.” You whispered. Heeseung nodded and cupped your face.

“Whatever you want princess.” He said before giving you a peck. You then went back downstairs to the party and walked towards the exit. Before you left you saw Sunghoon talking to one of his friends.

You both made brief eye contact, but what surprise you was when Sunghoon gave you a smile and wink. You quickly felt yourself smiling back at him and waving bye.

You went inside Heeseungs car and buckled your seatbelt. Heeseung started the car while having his other hand on yours. You didn’t know what you guys were gonna do when you get home, but you knew you will sort things out tomorrow.

For now, you’ll enjoy this moment with his comfort surrounding you. And the love that was finally growing that you guys held out for so long.