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[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Relief (Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader) Smut

Summary: It's the end of another mission, and you're ready to unwind with your new favourite destresser - casual sex with Soap.

AN: Thanks again to everyone who voted in the poll. I'm tempted to do another for the fics I've got drafted. My third favourite white guy on COD is finally on my blog ayyy.

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Content warnings: Smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fuck-buddies in love trope, Reader is AFAB and gender neutral

Masterlist // AO3 Version

With a sigh, your head tilted back against the door you were pressed into. A half-surprised huff escaped next, since your body hadn’t left an impression in the wood – not unlike how Soap’s fingers were likely etched in bruises on your thighs from where he was holding you. He didn’t normally hold onto you so tightly, so desperately. But you let him anyway.

His nose leant above your shoulder. His chest caught its breath in deep sluggish drags, the glow of his skin pressed to yours whilst you did the same.

“You gonna put me down?” You huffed.

“Maybe. Quite like you like this.”

Of course he did. That’s why you’d barely made it out of briefing and not at all on his bed. Soap adjusted his grip and lifted your legs’ grip a little higher up his waist, which caught you off-guard and a moan slipped out.

You gave him a little taunt: “I know sex is a work-out but that doesn’t mean you can start deadlifting me whilst your cock’s still inside me.”

“Damn,” and Soap lifted his head up to look in your eyes with that laddish smirk and smug stare, “There goes my routine I was planning for tomorrow. Hey-” His brow creased as you attempted to lower one of your legs, his hand squeezing the meat of your thigh, “- I meant it. I like you like this.”

“This isn’t exactly helping the pain,” You said, referring to the mildest of injuries you’d ever gotten on a mission – a massive bruise behind your left shoulder.

Instantly, and with you still in his arms, Soap walked you over to his bed. His open hand cradled your hair as he lowered himself onto the sheets, then flopped back ungracefully. You on the other hand remained sat upright on his cock; your head tilted to the side as you watched Soap fidget against the pillow.

“You alright down there?”

Putting his hands behind his head, Soap winked, “Perfect. The view’s fantastic.”

Those random “clench to the music” videos on TikTok had been preparing you for this moment. You squeezed around his cock and Soap’s self-assured chuckles were stolen away. Tilting your head playfully at him, you watched him grunting beneath you.

Soap’s brows shot up his forehead as he opened up those bashful blue eyes, “Oh, that’s how you wanna play?”

His body beneath you shuffled as he planted his heels besides his buttocks. Your grin remained etched on your face as he thrust up into you. The first time, you could hold in your groans. The second time, your lips were pressed together as you lowered your elbows either side of his head.

“One Earthshattering Soap Special coming up?”

“Fuckin’ minx.”

It was so hard to kiss him properly when he wouldn’t stop making you smile, moan, whisper how good he made you feel. His shameless stare flitted between your face twisted in overstimulation and your hand rubbing at yourself to chase down your next orgasm. Each thrust was bordering on painful, the perfect distraction for your greedy body.

At the moment your orgasm wiped across you, you didn’t have to hold back a scream. All energy left was trained on those laboured breaths snatched between your mouth and Soap’s, both agape and brushing awkwardly as you greedily rutted into one another for more until the waves faded to ripples then to contented hums. His nose slotted to yours as you lifted your chest an inch from him.

“Was it intentional?”

“What’d’you mean?”

“Soap Special. Coming up,” you repeated, your laughter coming out hushed as you grappled with Soap’s shoulders to stay vertical.

“No, can’t be on my a-game with dirty jokes whilst your cunt squeezing the life out of me,” and Soap gripped your hips tighter. “And I can’t have done a good enough job if you can still think properly.”

“I recover fast. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

And you fell over into his chest, flopping your entire weight on him as you copied how he’d squashed you between himself and the door – but at least he had the luxury of it being a mattress on his back this time.

His arms curled protectively around you, keeping you pressed to him whilst he kissed you stupid, quite literally. You sighed dreamily; your hand tangled in his mohawk.

“You need a haircut,” you mumbled into his mouth. “Just a trim. Sides are getting long.”

“Warmin’ up to it, are you?”

“I will say it’s convenient for holding onto.”

Soap snorted, half your body sinking on his chest’s sudden exhale. Your fist squeezed in his hair once more before freeing him and pushing you away from him. When a flash of bliss from your cunt caught you off guard, and a short moan shot out of you, you waited for Soap to tease you about it. But he did no such thing whilst you climbed off his cock. Just looked at you with a close-lipped smile and his hand stroked up and down your bicep.

“Stay,” He hummed as you twisted around and swung your legs off the edge of his bunk.

“I can’t.”

“You can.” It was said with sincerity, not his usual sarcasm.

So you tried to include a sense of warning in your retort, “Soap.” But it just came across as sardonic and you waited for Soap to take advantage of it.

Instead, he sat up and wrapped himself against you. Feigning annoyance, you pushed his rising torso down into the bed.

You tried again, “We do this routine every time. It’s getting boring.”

Soap bounced right back up, “Boring’s not how I’d describe it.” To support his point, you endured listening to his kisses smacking against your skin, sending light-headed chills with each new contact. Soft vibrations from his throat tickled your shoulder’s slope.  

“You’re practically purring,” You said, hiding how uneven your words were in a half-laugh.

“Course. I’m the cat who got the cream.”

“Fucking hell,” You huffed, still smiling as you pulled up your underwear.

Your trousers were halfway up your legs when you pushed him away again but, this time, Soap stayed firm. He didn’t even move an inch under the light pressure of your palm.

“Don’t go. Please, Y/N.”

“First name basis when you’re not inside me? Must be real serious,” you parroted with a half-decent Scottish accent, though you didn’t miss how his begging affected you.

You turned to him now your trousers were done up. Your smile dropped; the “but” lingered on your lips as it saw Soap’s expression. You’d seen this man in pain, furious, over the moon, in bliss. But this was the most open, the most vulnerable, you’d seen him. Wide eyes peered at you in the low-lit room, letting you see directly through into his mind and its unsettled state, framed in that five o’clock shadow that had sprouted on his cheeks during the mission. It aged him. It made him look as weary as he felt.

His final plea of “I don’t wanna be alone, not tonight” uprooted the core of what this whole deal was about: stress relief. Soap still had stress that needed relieving, only it wasn’t with the usual fuck and funnies that you were used to.

You’d turned to him initially because you wanted to not think. Soap was wonderful at distracting; he always unwound you so easily, grounding you with his quips and that gorgeous drawl he spoke in. Perhaps you’d been neglecting him. Or perhaps you were leaning into this arrangement too much. The latter occupied your mind more. Were you getting in too deep?

“I need the toilet,” you whispered. Your eyes dragged up from the quiver that crossed his bottom lip and you finished buckling your belt on the other side of his bedroom door.

You were somewhat certain of why you were treating Soap’s request like a confession of love, because, in a way, it was. Admitting you need help that can only be given by a certain someone, that’s trust beyond the bond forged on the battlefield. And cuddling? Kissing you goodnight? His open expression you caught him wearing before he snuck in a quip? All things that had come before this night that had added up to support your conclusion.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before – leaning into the romantic side you’d already been sharing with each other. In fact, a bystander would probably call out how the only thing missing from your relationship was that very label.

A fear of commitment wasn’t what was preventing you. But the paperwork alone would be a pain in the arse. Then there were the comments other people would make. Although not from Ghost or Gaz, besides some light ribbing. Price probably wouldn’t have much to say either. That risk of getting caught leaving Soap’s room, it hadn’t even crossed your mind as you left him tonight.

You were still silently pondering as you squatted on the toilet, completing your post-hook-up routine. Soap’s forlorn face was one you didn’t think you could recover from with a good night’s sleep. Facing him tomorrow at breakfast, sparring, trusting each other on the job and in the gym, it seemed the longer you left this the worse it would get.

Soap was facing away from the bedroom door for a split second before he sat up to face the sliver of light from the hallway, his body shrouded in your silhouette. He didn’t speak. He just watched as you closed the door, undressed, and returned to his side. There wasn’t a lot of room in the bed, so he turned back on his side and you embraced him around his middle, his soft skin pitted over muscles and under scars.

“I woulda agreed to stay if you removed all your bravado quicker,” you whispered.

“I’ll remember that next time.” And he squeezed your hand in his.

The temptation to joke about his hair again crept in your throat alongside the tickle in your nose that it had caused, but now didn’t feel like the time. You stored it away for next time – there was always a ‘next time’ – and instead, between his shoulder blades, where the muscles folded in a neat crease down his spine, you pressed a kiss.

[ivykim]

ride or die(?)

masterlist // wattpad

summary: a day filled with fun activities and crazy adventures. join enhypen as they go ATV riding and even paragliding.

ivy’s outfit: morning | paragliding (let's pretend it's like what the boys are wearing)

NOTE: this is episode 5 to so so fun. oh and I’ve included more sunoo and ivy moments here🥺

— everyone likes ATV

back when enhypen were discussing on their trip, the staff had made them choose what they would like to do in Danyang.

ivy gasps.

"ATV! i've always wanted to try it." as she scans the list, she notices paragliding.

"noona, do you want to try-" jake was cut off short.

"NOPE. I AM NOT GOING ON IT."

it cuts to a short clip of her in the paragliding uniform pacing back and forth trying to calm her nerves down.

[back to the present]

ENHYPEN sets off their journey by entering the bus. each one of them settles down. ivy settles down on a solo seat in front of jay. they enjoyed their time watching the trees and the view as they sang in the bus.

"noona, are you okay?" jungwon asks.

"yeah, just feeling sleepy that's all."

"you and heeseung hyung slept the most. how are you still tired."

"it's a hot day. it makes you drowsy." ivy pouts. jay holds out to reach for her hand and squeezes it lightly.

"jake, there are boats over there!" sunghoon points out.

it causes an uproar in the bus as they discussed that the location was the right place for fishing and not where their accommodation was.

finally, they had arrived at the ATV area. the lady instructs them to put on their helmets and choose the ATVs that they wanted to settle down on.

sunoo places on his helmet. when he spins around to face ivy, he notices that her helmet was too big for her. it covers her whole face once it falls. he laughs.

“noona, let me help pick a helmet out for you.” sunoo says. sunoo helps to pick out one that suits and matches her outfit. after helping her strap her helmet on, the both of them went to choose their ATVs.

“sunoo, sit next to me.” ivy says while pointing to the ATV beside her. he smiles.

“okay noona.” sunoo runs over to the ATV.

ENHYPEN listens carefully to the instructions and once they got it, they were on their way. the breeze passes through. ivy enjoys it.

“heeseung!” ivy smiles. heeseung chuckles.

“it must be really fun for you, vivi.”

“it’s really fun!! but i feel like you can accidentally eat a fly while driving.” ivy mentions. jake laughs.

[the speed they were feeling ≠ to the actual speed they were going at]

"woahhh a waterfall!!" heeseung points out. everyone looks over at it. it truly was beautiful.

however, they didn't have time to stop. they had to continue forward. which meant, they couldn't retrieve jungwon's camera that fell off.

"LET'S GAURRRR." ivy shouts out.

"YOIIII." jungwon yells. sunoo laughs.

they finally completed their lap and arrived back at the start point of the ATV place. each of them talked about how fun it was.

"noona, how was it?" sunghoon asks.

"it was fun! i almost lost the bracelet jay bought for me though." ivy waves the bracelet around.

"ayyy that the friendship bracelet or a matching couple set? i saw jay having it too." sunghoon teases.

"it was on sale and i knew ivy noona would like it!" jay grumbles.

"okay okay. time for paragliding." ivy pushes them to the bus.

"already regretting this." sunghoon groans.

the bus drives higher and higher into the mountain. the more it goes up, the more ivy's anxiety reaches through the roof.

"i suddenly changed my mind, i wanna do this." jay says. her eyes widened.

"noona, do you wanna do it?"

"heh, it was nice knowing you guys. i love you guys, i could've never thought i'd actually pass I-LAND and debuting with you guys but thank you for making these 1 and half year amazing for me-"

"noona, we will be with you and we know you can do it. you're extremely brave!" sunoo says.

"sun, thank you." ivy pouts.

they arrived at the top and got off the bus. they went to the place the would be jumping later on.

"oh my god." ivy gawks at the view and fall. "that's insane...we are going to glide all the way down?"

"yes, we are." jungwon says. ENHYPEN were speechless.

[let's listen to the safety instructions first!]

ENHYPEN entered the waiting area to get their gear and learn some safety instructions. the lady comes out with things to sign.

"so i can back out?" ivy says.

"noona, if you don't do it. ENHYPEN won't be completed." ni-ki pouts.

"but i-" she notices the puppy eyes the boys were giving her. "fine, i'll go." she signs the paper. after learning about what they had to do, ENHYPEN were geared up and in their paragliding outfit.

"wait, how long have you been flying for?" ivy asks the lady guide. she smiles while helping her put on her gear.

"5 years now."

"so you've stayed in danyang for?"

"all my life, i did paragliding at 20 and the adrenaline made me want to continue flying."

"is it scary, unnie." ivy says. the guide laughs.

"not at all, take it as a slow ride. hmm, like you're floating. the only extreme part is when we are turning. it will feel like you're taking a rollercoaster."

ivy nods but her soul had already left her body.

they noticed how a kid went before them.

"wah, if a child can do it...i should be able to do it too." ivy says.

"that's the spirit." her guide says.

jake goes first.

"i'm off!!" jake says.

"jaeyun, if you do well...i'll reward you with something later back at the place!!" ivy yells. jake's eyes widened.

"THEN I MUST DO IT." he says determined. jake sets off.

"do we get rewards too if we do well?" jay asks.

"yeah." ivy says. jay smirks.

"then i'm going next!!" ni-ki says.

each of the boys go until it was just ivy left.

"you're next." the guide says.

"i can do it right, unnie?"

"of course." ivy breathes in and out.

"okay, let's go."

"don't stop running until i say so." the guide tells her. she starts running and tries to fight the wind.

finally, she was in the air. she looks around, it was truly pretty.

"so how does it feel?" the guide interviews her.

"it's pretty but i feel numb."

"it will pass, that's just how it is. then adrenaline will take over." the guide says. ivy nods, she quietly enjoys the view. after a couple of minutes, the guide plots something.

"ready to do a trick?"

"will it be scary?"

"if it's too scary, you can shut your eyes but you won't be able to enjoy the view while we do the trick."

"then i'll open my eyes."

the guide starts tilting the wing, ivy yells when she feels them tilting. they nearly do a flip.

"woahhh that looks scary." heeseung says. the boys had landed minutes before so they were just watching ivy.

ivy lands safely onto the ground. jungwon runs up to ivy.

"noona, are you okay?"

"yeah, perfectly fine. i feel like puking though."

jungwon pats her back.

"it's almost night, we still need to get some groceries." jay says.

"ah right, for the party."

"i really don't feel good right now. i might need to go back first." ivy says.

"alright, then how about we send noona first and then we go grocery shopping for our dinner." sunoo says.

everyone agrees and so they sent ivy home. heeseung and jake stays. the others went to help with grocery shopping.

"are you better, vivi?" heeseung asks. ivy shook her head.

"still feel like puking." heeseung pecks her forehead. jake rubs her back.

"did you eat something wrong before we did the paragliding, love?" jake questions.

"not too sure. the only thing i ate was the curry but that tasted great."

"how about you go lie down?" heeseung suggests.

"nooo i wanna be with my boyfriends."

"we'll be beside you, babe." heeseung smiles.

the grocery team comes back an hour or so and they went to place the stuff in the kitchen. jake and heeseung laid down on the couch. ivy was still asleep so sunghoon goes to check up on her.

he lightly pecks her forehead and shakes her lightly to get her to wake up. ivy hums.

"we have a reality show to film, jagi." sunghoon whispers. ivy grabs sunghoon's hand. she snuggles against it.

"will you stay in bed with me, if i ask you to?" ivy groggily says. sunghoon smirks.

"do you want to makeout or something? do you miss your little hoonie?" sunghoon teases. ivy jolts out of bed. she smacks sunghoon.

"not when we have a reality show to film."

"well that got you out of bed at least." sunghoon ruffles ivy's hair. "i'm kidding though. i'll only makeout with you, if we are truly alone."

ivy shoves sunghoon while whining.

"can you not, hoon!" he laughs.

"i'll go downstairs now. take your time, we need you looking like a princess." sunghoon pecks her cheek.

"wait." ivy says. sunghoon pauses and turns to her. "i love you."

sunghoon smiles, "i love you too."

and with ivy getting ready, the boys start setting up for their little party. jay gets ready the food, jungwon sets up the plate, jake, sunghoon and sunoo set up the decorations (with the help of ni-ki too)

heeseung goes to make sure ivy is alright before he goes to put on his own outfit. slowly each of them changed into their own outfits. once they were done, they surrounded the table downstairs.

"this feels like a team dinner." jungwon mentions.

"in that case, where is boss ivy?" heeseung asks.

the camera shows ivy slowly walking down the stairs, the shocked faces of the boys.

TO BE CONTINUED

[togethernow]

Rhythmtober Day 31 prompt - Free Space

Well here's the rest of the vocaloid squad! Featuring Ann as Len, Kouhai as Kaito, Senpai as Meiko, Pitcher as Rin, and Reporter as Miku!!

Oh yeah the backstory if you guys want it

“You want US to dress up for Halloween?”

Our usual gang of 4 were in a booth in the cafe, looking at Reporter’s laptop. She had just brought up a rather… interesting proposal to them. 

“Yup! We basically did ALLLL the typical friend group activities, except for dressing up for Halloween for some reason!”

“And you want us to dress up as these… anime things?” Kouhai confusingly looked at the screen.

“I think that’s called cosplay, and I don’t want to partake in something as cringe as that ever.” Pitcher huffed. 

“Well, it’s not really cosplay if you aren’t dressing up to go to a con or something.” Reporter switched to the next slide, showing those 6 “anime things” again, but in different poses. “Plus, they’re not even from an anime! They’re called vocaloids and they’re more like different voices that people use to sing their songs.”

Senpai sat there silently, head presumably full of thoughts. Meanwhile, Pitcher was messing around with the laptop. “I mean, I recognize this girl,” she moved the cursor in circles around the girl with the light blue twintails. “But who the fuck is this???” She moved the cursor around another girl with short blonde hair.

“That’s Rin, and I think you’ll really fit her!” Reporter replied gleefully. 

“Her goofy 10 year old lookin ahh???”

“Yeah! You guys have a similar hairstyle and a snappy, go-getter attitude!”

“Does this also have to do with how similar in height they are?” Senpai finally quipped. 

“YOU- SH-SHUT IT!!” 

“Oh, maybe that’s why I also thought of Pitcher when I saw her.” Kouhai added, much to Pitcher’s chagrin. This made him laugh a bit as Pitcher made a fist towards him.

Senpai herself giggled, then pointed to another character. “What about her?” She hovered the cursor over to a girl in red with short brown hair.

“Oh, that’s Meiko. She’s the mom of the group and has a really cool voice!”

“Hmm…” Senpai put her hand up to her chin. “I can see her being really easy going and down to hang out just about any time. She looks like she would give really good advice too- Why is everyone staring at me?”

Everyone then turned to look at each other, slowly nodding. The nodding got faster, and eventually culminated into a slew of “Ayyy’s” and “yeah’s” from the other three. 

“I guess this makes me Meiko then.” She smiled softly. 

“Then that makes Kouhai Kaito!” Reporter pointed to the blue haired man so everyone knew who she was talking about. 

“Wait, why? He doesn’t really look like me…” “Cause you’re our boy!” Pitcher playfully pinched him on the cheek. 

“W-Wait! There’s another boy there too! I-I think…? I mean, I heard of anime people’s genders being really hard to tell, so…” 

“Yeah, Len’s also a guy. But I think Kaito suits you better! He’s a pretty carefree dude!”

“W-Well, if you say so. You know, you’re pretty good at assigning people anime characters to dress up as, Reporter.” 

Reporter chuckled a bit. “Awww, really? I just go off vibes to be honest.”

“Hmmm… Then who are you going to dress up as?” Senpai asked.

Reporter winked and copied the pose that the blue haired girl was making. “I’m gonna be Miku! I already got a costume of her at home!”

The gang went silent for a second, and everyone’s eyes eventually went over to Pitcher, who was looking out the window, trying to look like she didn’t care. 

“What.” She stated adamantly when she noticed everyone looking.

“Everyone else already chose their outfits, Pitcher. Who are you gonna be?” 

Pitcher was slightly taken aback by this but not surprised Senpai asked that. Her hand waved down as she said, “Nah, you guys got this. I don’t wanna be…” Her eyes drifted over to Reporter and Kouhai, whose eyes resembled those of a certain creature that went “Yippee!”. “Well… fine then. I’m NOT wearing the bow though. That just looks stupid.”

“Yay!” Reporter lifted her hands in the air. “Yay!” Kouhai mimicked her as Barista came over with his sandwich. Barista then proceeded to throw his hands in the air as well. 

“Hold on.” Pitcher leaned over closer to the laptop. “There’s only 4 of us and there’s 6 of them. Who’s gonna be the pink lady and this kid right here?”

“Oh, you’re right!” Reporter clapped her hands together. “We can’t have a Rin without a Len!”

“I’ll be your Len, Pitcher.” Ann Glerr leaned it’s head across the separator from the booth behind them. 

“GAH-” This caused Pitcher to jump back into Reporter’s arms. “Bro, did ya just listen to our conversation this whole time?!” 

“Well, yeah.” She popped another fry into her mouth and continued. “Anyways, can I join you guys?”

“S-Sure…” Kouhai looked at the rest of the group to see if they would let it join. 

“I don’t see why not.”

“Of course!”

“Why are you my Len… But if everyone else says ok, then sure.”

Reporter pumped her fists in the air again, excited that her idea was going to work.

"Now all we need is a Luka!"

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Diary,

Today was quite hectic. This year, I indulged in some childhood dreams of mine and dressed up as one of my inspirations, Megurine Luka. I thought this day would be like usual, going out and taking pictures, but I happened to spot them.

They happened to have the same idea as me and dressed up as the rest of the vocaloids. My instincts kicked in and I quickly went to a spot where they couldn't see me. I noticed that Ann was holding a bucket of candy, meaning that they were going to parade around the neighborhood.

My mind went to making plans on how to avoid them. Don't want them accusing me of copying them, of course.

As I avoided them, I couldn't help but feel a little twinge in my heart telling me to join them. Of course I didn't, I had a reputation to uphold, as you know. But it's weird...

If I went up to them, what would've they said?

[tetralea]

Hiii, uhm the prompt with "i got this soup recipe from my mom, eat" thing with the prince au.

Maybe maxy is sick and charles escaped from the palace (with his mom's (the queen) help) to bring him soup

Then max would be all like, is this from the royal kitchens or something but charlie did try his mom's soup recipe

Or you could totally do a different thing with the prompt. That is all thank you and hope ypu feel better soon

Ayyy no! This is so sweet! 🥺 behold, everyone: Queen Pascale appears

“What is going on?” Charles heard a familiar voice behind his back, and he quickly turned in his spot.

“Mom!” The grin he gifted to the Queen was one of those playful, adorable ones, when he was doing something he was not supposed to and he was trying to get away with it.

“Why are you in the kitchen? Are you alright?” His mother was looking at him with concerned and amusement at the same time.

“Yeah, I just, I was searching for a recipe. Do you remember when we were kids, you always made us a soup to feel better?” He asked turning back to the drawer which was filled with spotted, pieces of paper, handwritten recipes.

“Are you sick, my dear?” His mom’s expression now turned worried, hurrying to her son, flattening her palm against his forehead. She raised her eyebrows. “You don’t feel sick.”

Charles looked away a small blush on his cheeks. “It’s not for me.”

Pascale tilted her head a little, being curious again. She wanted to ask but since Charles clearly didn’t mention a name she didn’t ask. “There is no written recipe, but I can tell you, so you can make it, alright?” Her soft smile made Charles loosen up a little, nodding quietly.

It wasn’t easy. Charles couldn’t cook but he didn’t let his mother or any of the staff help either. He was determined to make it alone, solely relying on his mom’s instructions, occasionally turning at her with a questioning expression, silently asking is he was doing it right.

When he was ready, he felt proud. “I hope he will feel better.” He was admiring his creation with a tender look.

“Are you planning to deliver it?” His mother asked, and Charles froze.

“Yeah, you know he is sick, so maybe there shouldn’t be too many people coming.” He tried to explain without telling too much.

“Someone to keep you safe would still be nice.” The the Queen insisted, crossing her arms in front of her chest while escorting the prince towards the garage.

Charles looked at her pleading.

“Take Andrea with you?”

“Mom, I can drive, I’ll take the least flashy car we have, all of them are very secure. I really don’t need a chaperone.” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms against his chest too.

Pascale sighed, she understood, she did, but it just wasn’t the way of things. “Alright, but if you’d go here more often maybe later it would be a good thing to get a security check so you could go alone any time.” She suggested with a small, all knowing smile.

Charles blushed again, and tried to cover it up with a quick kiss on the cheeks. “Of course, I’ll arrange that. Thank you.” He turned on his heels rushing towards the massive car park in the garage.

“Oh, Charles?”

He turned but kept walking.

“Please give Max my best wishes, I hope the soup will make him feel better.” She waved goodbye, and walked upstairs before Charles could have woken up from his surprise. Maybe they weren’t so subtle they thought, or his mom just really knew everything what happened in the palace.

When he arrived to Max he was up it the apartment with quick strides and a boring elevator ride.

“Where is your arms of royal guards?” He asked looking around when no one arrived after Charles.

“It’s just me this time.” The brunette was excited beyond and Max felt it. He pressed a peck to his cheeks. “You don’t have fever.” He examined.

“No.”

“And I brought you something.” Charles was almost bouncing, his smile lifting up his whole face, eyes shining brightly.

He walked towards the kitchen setting down the container on the counter. “This will make you feel so much better.”

Max looked at the small portion of soup, not really getting the hype. “A soup from the royal kitchen?” He was sceptical. “I know you guys have great cooks but I doubt it makes so much difference.”

Charles shook his head with a pout and a huff. “I made it.” He announce.

“You cooked?”

“Yes?” Now he was getting annoyed.

“I didn’t know you can cook.” Max tried to save himself, while Charles opened the container inhaling deeply the fresh scent.

“Well, I can’t.” He explained, and lifted the thing pushing up it under Max’s nose. “But I made you mom help with her recipe.”

“I can’t smell anything, I’m sick.” Max looked at him expectantly, trying to sniff something he clearly couldn’t. “But I’m sure it’s very nice.” His fingers wrapped around the tanned ones, bringing it closer to his nose, but it was congested completely.

“It is. My mom made this to us all the time when we were sick, so now I made it to you.” Charles set the container down, trying to look for some plates, but a warm pull of a hand stopped him.

Max pulled him in a hug, wrapping his arms around the prince, trying to inhale his usually calming scent, but couldn’t. “That is very sweet of you.” He giggled placing a kiss on the soft cheeks. They stayed like this for a second, Charles arms drawing soothing circles to the broad back. “I wish I could kiss you.”

“You can when you won’t be sick.”

Max smiled, letting go of the brunette.

“Go, lay down, I’ll put this in a bowl and you can eat it on the couch.” They pulled away reluctantly, just to be next to each other again in a minute.

Max took the bowl from Charles who settled on the couch making sure the blonde was tucked in.

“I can’t feel much but even like this it tastes nice.” He complimented and it was true, the warm liquid made him feel better, his throat wasn’t hurting so bad and his empty stomach welcomed the filling food as well. “It looks like princes can cook too.” He joked, earning a slight shove on the shoulder.

“We are very versatile.”

“I already knew that, my sweet prince.” Max placed the empty bowl on the coffee table before turning to Charles with a smile. “Thank you, it was really nice.” He pulled the other’s hand between his hold, kissing the knuckles one by one. He couldn’t really tell how good it felt being cared for like this.

“I’m glad.” Charles scooted closer, kissing his hair softly. “We can watch something if you want.”

“You don’t have to go back?”

“Well, I’m already here, and I never said when I’m going back, and staying with you sounds way better than going back alone.” He pulled Max closer turning to the TV. “Someone needs to take care of you.”

[kirihotto]

Bright Night {Jin X Reader Fluff}

 Christmas. A special time that comes around once a year, filled with magic stories and warmth.  

For the christmas season The seven guys would host a party for themselves as old tradition. But when Yoongi and the band mates got big they hosted larger parties in the holiday spirit. Hundreds of idol groups and musicians were invited, sure they wouldn’t all come but it was still a lot of people. Which is where we were right now. 

“Happy Holidays from BTS!” They all shouted in sync, bowing slightly. The crowd entered slowly gawking at the amazing place.The guys all wore matching shimmering white suits with small gold accents. Other than Junkook who had arrived late. Now that the night has fallen all the gold, white and green decor shone so much brighter. I couldn't wait to see the lights outside. It was one of my favorite things about the season. Jin had taken me to a light show a week before the party and it was amazing. He and the rest of the guys lingered in front of the entrance doors. Greeting people as they flooded in. Jin's hand around my waist, though it was kind of bold, I felt more relaxed and safe. Waving and bowing at each guest who made their way over to us. Until nearly the rest of the entire group was calling for Jin from the dinner tables, which had been set up not long ago. He dragged me along with a sweet smile and I easily obeyed. It was so nice getting to see all the guys relaxed and having fun together. Other than Jin and I being close, the next member I was closest to was Namjoon. 

“F/N, Jin! Come sit. It’s been awhile!” A familiar upbeat voice called out toward us as we sat. looking to see that it was no other than Hoseok. At the rather large rectangle white table sat in the front of the other round tables. Our chairs facing the rest of the guests. Namjoon sat in the middle, to his right sat Jin and I. Next to us was Tae and Jimin at the far end. To Namjoon’s left sat Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook. 

“Welcome, nice to see you two.” Namjoon’s voice muttered under the loud chatter. Yet a warm smile graced my view. Our first proper introduction since getting here moments before Junkook and his date.

“Not late are we?” Jin snapped quickly. His fluffy milk chocolate hair danced in the air. 

“No no. Just on time. Go on ahead and grab some dinner. Tonights gonna be a long one.” Namjoon chuckled, while Jin pouted toward the younger and gave him an elbow gab. “Ayyy I didn't say anything. Seriously. Go grab some food, we have a performance later too.” 

With that Jin dragged me about around the serving tables. Nice filling smells as we walked by. He showed me styles of dishes he had to have known would be there. I could only guess what he helped out with this year. Getting a decent sized plate full of food we sat at the once again full table. Everyone with full plates. Everyone was devouring their food while I was a little busy taking in Jin’s amazing appearance. His light hair fluffed like a comfy cloud slicked back slightly to reveal his eyebrows. His sparkling white suit matched with the other members. He seemed to glow among these candle lights. Nearly more appetizing than food.

“Aren't you eating?” Jin questioned. His sweet caring doe eyes met mine. Snapping me out of my stare. 

“Y-yes! I was just thinking.” Replying, shoveling a mouth full of the food, from my plate in my mouth. 

“Thinking about how handsome I was as you stared?” Jin inquired teasingly as he avoided my blushed gaze. Inching closer as I flushed. 

“N-no. Just deciding what to eat first.” lying, as I shoved another random spoon full in my mouth. He let out an oddly cute giggle. Leaning back over to his dish. It didn't take long for everyone to finish even though most had eaten more than the usual one serving. Me included. Once again we were swarmed with other idols. Well. surrounding them. While the members held onto their dates for dear life. Honestly I had grown accustomed to a few groups in Hybe. Yeonjun of TXT, Jake from EN- to name a few. There were TONS of other groups here but the Hybe ones I knew for sure. Once we greeted the swarm of Idols and a few staff we made an escape. It was roughly two hours before the end of the party and Jin’s performance. With that being true we went to meet with a few other members. Entering a room filled with artists relaxing. White couches holding famous idols and round tables holding drinks and snacks. A few familiar faces were already there: Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, Namjoon, Yeonjun and another younger TXT member I couldn't remember the name of. The bunch seemed rather relaxed other than Namjoon and Yoongi. But as soon as the leader's eyes met the oldest he relaxed a little. The room was pretty much full but Taehyung stood up toward Jin and I greeting everyone. 

“Hey guys! Feel free to take my seat. I’m going down to dance more. I was only here for Kookie but  he left. I’ll find Jimin.” Tae blurted out to Jin next to me. Jin gave the younger a thumbs up, Before he dashed off down the hall to the music. We went to take our newly obtained seats until Yoongi stood up to leave too. 

“Right. We will be taking our leave. See you on stage Hobi.” Yoongi barked coldly, barely loud enough for me to hear. Was it me he didn't like? I knew the members decently well so I hoped not. We both froze, I was close enough to tell Jin had clenched his jaw. Yoongi hauled his partner out of the room behind him. 

“Yoongi- Thats rude to leave- It’s not your guys fault, so sorry.” His partner bowed before they were dragged out of sight. Jin sighed and shook his head a little. The whole room got tense by that point. 

“You young folk these days. Worrying your elders.” One hand on his hip as the other swung an ‘angry’ finger. Jin chuckled out as the laughter soon filled the room again. He shot a smile down at me. Feeling the stress left me as he held my cold hand with his warm one. Namjoon patted an empty space next to him. Squeezing through the legs between our seat. 

We all chatted freely with no worry of press or reputation to uphold. Well. not for me anyway since I didn't really have one to begin with. A half  hour went by and Yoongi was back with his partner. When they entered the room they were both flustered and wouldn't meet each other's gaze. Hopefully no one else had noticed this. Jin clearly had. Shooting Yoongi a quick smirk. But Not many others seemed to react. Moments after Jungkook and his partner arrived. While Taehyung was dancing away I'm sure. Everyone seemed to be joyful. Exactly what they deserved. Jin certainly. He wasn't the leader of the group no. But his ‘motherly’ duties were far more than Namjoons. Cheering for each member. For me as well. A shoulder to cry on and a friend to spill drama to. I couldn't have asked for more. I stayed silent pretty much the whole time. I wasn't a huge social butterfly and this was a lot at once. Another half hour went by and it was time for BTS to prepare for their concert to end the night.

“Guys! We need you on set!” Jimin called from the door Taehyung not far behind. The two positively beaming. With looks and energy. The guys all stood up and made their way toward the door, Jimin scowled at Yoongi as he went through the door. A seemingly angry blush filled his vision, his partner confused. I had assumed that meant I could go with Jin. seriously. I know Yeonjun but being along with this many people, no thanks. The group chatted away as they went for the set. A small room near the stage blasting music. It didn't take long for each of the guys to be standing behind the curtain on stage. 

“We ready?!” Namjoon called out to the guys. Jin was off stage in the joint room with me. Holding both my hands. 

“One moment guys!” Jin leaned over to face the door as he called out, his hands still on mine. He looked back to me, a pink dusted his cheeks. This was new. Jin would never get embarrassed. “Here. This is part of my gift to you. You’ll get the rest after the party.”

“What. You didn't have to Jin!” I called out as he reached into his pocket. A small silver unwrapped box. He opened it and it was a snowflake-like hair clip. Covered in crystal gems and silver. 

“It matched your outfit. I saw you plan for the night. I knew you needed to have it. I’ll see you after arlight?” Jin spoke softly, tucking my hair behind my ear. Sliding in the new silver clip. Cupping one side of my face, his eyes locked with mine. A small warm smile flooded his face and eyes. Plump lips on mine for only a moment. Before he waved and rushed off behind the stage curtain. Rushing out to catch the performance. The dance hall was now flooded with all the guests. 

“We are! BTS!” the gold curtain rose revealing the seven members. Dressed in elegant sparkling white suits. 

“Happy holidays everyone! Here is the sneak peak to what will be broadcast for ARMY’s around the world. Enjoy!” Namjoon called out over his mic. The crowd instantly yelled. Jungkook started the show with a solo of silent night. To follow was Jimin and Namjoon singing Santa Claus is coming to town. Amazingly of course. Namjoon full of cute dances while Jimin growled out lyrics slyly. Next was Yoongi and Taehyung with jingle bell rock. Blown away by Tae’s amazing blues vibes. Their voices always did work so well together. Even if their personalities were so different. Then was my BF and Hoseok. The two stepped out on stage. I could tell Jin’s hunting gaze was for me. Meeting my gaze quickly before Hoseok burst into song. One of the brightest smiles I've ever seen from Jin, lit up the stage. Feliz navi da was the last ‘solo’ song before the last group one. As Jin had told me the set list. The rest of the members joined Hoseok and Jin. 

“Alright! We have some special guests here tonight as I'm sure you've noticed. To join us up here for the last number!” Hoseok called out, eyeing me down in the crowd. I now knew what he had meant. Before I knew it Jin had pulled me up on stage with the other dates members were pulling up. Jin had his hand around my waist resting on my hip. The guys all started to sing and dance around. The crowd followed suit. The song over as the crowd cheered for each other. Jin’s focus is only on me.

“I love you.” He smiled softly so the mic wont pick it up. My face bright red. Hiding my face as he made me wave to the crowd with him. I was nervous. So very nervous. But he was there with me. So I knew I’d be fine. After the performance we rushed to the front doors to see people off. I felt myself getting more and more tired. I couldn't imagine how Jin felt. He had just performed and set up all day yet I was the one yawning. Once everyone had safely left it was now our turn. Luckily We weren't on cleaning duty for tomorrow. But I'm sure I'd help out anyway. Jin met back up with me in a more comfortable outfit and clean face. He seemed tired but content. We said our goodbyes to the bandmates and took off ourselves. I had fallen asleep on the drive home, but the sound of the loud car door opening and closing woke me up.

“mm..Jin? Wait, this isn't home.” I jumped up rushing out of the car searching for Jin. the cold air nipping at my nose. “Jin?”

“Oh you're awake! Sorry I'm in the trunk.” He replied giggling a little due to my shock. I made my way to the back of the car where his voice was coming from. A sweet smell filling my senses.

“What are you- oh my gosh..” My words were taken away. Colorful lights decorated the city below us. Next to him was a pile of blankets and a small tray of cookies. He stood up from the trunk and held his arms out. I flung myself into them, a cozy hug against the cold. “Thank you. All the lights are so beautiful and bright. But your smile shines the brightest.”

[the-nysh]

Which OPM comedy moment made you laugh the hardest????

Ah! That would be in the webcomic - King's Ultimate Hellfire Burst Wave Motion Cannon - when he was posturing everything all super dramatic to try and run away, and BS + GS were like 'holy shit! almost shat my pants' - that was epic, as the most hilarious bullshit moment I've ever seen. x'D (But Garou being his actual wave motion cannon in the manga to blast thru all the monsters in an epic blitz swoop, was also one of the best new twists, ahaha!)

Next was also in the wc when Saitama finally unceremoniously arrived to the Garou battle....like he was simply photobombing in all the panels like :D 'ayyy I'm here' while everyone else was all hardcore engaged in battle - ignoring him at every attempt to join in even, and how he was like :| 'how rude...' just omg...Saitama's antics there were priceless. The wc had so many fun humorous moments like this to enjoy.

[4ster-bl4ster]

🖊️ I don’t really know much about Aster….tell me something you NEED to yap about

( @harteofthehart-ayyy mod btw hi. waves)

//THIS POST IS OOC!!!//

Okay so like, Aster and the Galar League. He had a SHIT time in it, especially because he only joined for fun. Aster never expected to get to the finals much less WIN.

So he's forced into this sphere where all his actions are watched by everyone and the culture is just toxic for him so he quits and goes to school in Paldea to get away from it all.

He doesn't regret leaving at all, in fact he wholeheartedly believes it was one of the best decisions he ever made! However he does miss battling on the pitch sometimes— but he's found rivals who can actually keep up so it doesn't bother him as much anymore.

He won't go back onto the pitch willingly, but if one of his friends were to get dissed... he'll make the 2nd darkest day look like a comedy when he rolls up to the Galar League to remind people who's the actual "unbeatable champion."

Diss him all you want, but mess with his friends and now you've pissed him off.

[chevalrie]

DESIGNER HORNS

summary.. itto drops by your house with art materials

featuring.. itto and his longing for rainbow horns

cw.. itto being an absolute cutie, gender-neutral! reader, not proofread

vigorous knocking on the door while carrying two paper bags on the other hand, ITTO tries calming his nerves down as he continues knocking on your door to relieve his excitedness, sometimes switching up his knocks to be more rhythmic and with beat that he bops his head to while waiting for a response.

"itto.. it's five in the morning.." you yawn, covering your mouth, a tear forms at the corners of your eyes as you yawn. itto has woke you up from your slumber not too long ago with his on-the-spot composed knocking beat, but the way the stars in itto's eyes shine at you, twinkling happily, can't make you stay all grouchy at him. calling him ecstatic will be an understatement though, he looks over-the-top thrilled! or greatly enthusiastic! maybe even his nerves skyrocketed far past the asteroid belt! he's almost like firecracker, ready to explode in excitement, he is closest to be the manliest he in the entire world! thinking about being the manliest man on earth made him a lot more giddy but brushes it off cooly with a smug smirk on his lips.

"sooo," he chimes, "i brought some stuff.. it's- they're amazing! i don't even know where to start!"

"come on, numero uno, spit it out or you're out the door." you tease, starting to feel more awake than earlier. "i don't care how you put it, consistent topic or what, you look like you're going to explode so just splat them all on the concrete floor and spill it!"

"okay okay, first off! i'll give it to ya' for calling me the numero uno," he places his hands on his hips, head high and proud with his winning toothy smile.

"second! that was terrible, it would've been better if you said.. umm, i'll tell you later instead! and finally, the grand final-ayyy," he waves his hands on the brown paper bag, as if performing a magic trick, "i brought, different sized paintbrushes!" he emphasizes the diff in the word different and reveals the pack of brown colored paintbrushes of various brush sizes. it honestly looks pretty expensive, whatever this oni has in mind must be very very devoting to the point he'd buy expensive paintbrushes.

he then waves the pack of paintbrushes over the bag to perform another amazing magic trick of his "aaaaaand rain. bow. paint." he almost squeals at the end. pausing in between rainbow to give it a more dramatic effect while he stutters his hands to pull it out for, again, the dramatic effect. it wasn't heavy, it never was, he did all those to impress and wow you.

you let out a snicker, thinking to yourself how is someone supposed to be scary and dangerous, feared by everyone be this adorable? you need answers.

"so, numero uno," you take the paintbrushes, and the rainbow paint in your hands, reading the cautions and ingredients since you have a slight idea of what this big guy wants to he done. "is this your way of proposing to paint you something? i mean, this would be special treatment since you can just come to me — the amazing painter of all of inazuma — and squeeze in without an appointment!" you tsk and poke him on the shoulder playfully. "i hope you aren't abusing your power as my friend, hm?" you raise a brow.

"of course not! everything should be fair, uh-uh!" he then sheepishly adds, quickly, "buuttt, i do prefer if you uhh would squeeze me in, i mean- i am called numero uno for a reason!" he awkwardly lets out a small laugh that then became a cough.

there's definitely no fairness in that, you smile mischievously.

"sure sure, so, you like rainbow horns, correct?" he nods eagerly, almost as if he grew puppy ears.

"yup! i'll be the coolest looking dude on the streets, dont'cha think?" he grins proudly, very proud of his idea of rainbow horns. "oh! and-and, do you know those stuff where you write on the black paper with a stick and then rainbow's will show?? yeah! i also want to try that too! maybe even design these bad boys with those rainbow outlines on the black!"

you nod, "don't you think we should try rainbow horns before stepping up the next level? we could trip in the process, ya'know?"

"yeah-yeah, you're right! just make me look more eye-catching!"

© chevalrie 2022 | do not plagiarize my work, modify, translate, repost on other platforms without my consent. all rights reserved.

[agentgumsh0e]

cheering on/up each other with phoenix (phoenix x reader)

summary: you two are each other's best motivators <3

word count: 780+

warnings: none

notes: this is part of the warm-up series, found on my masterlist + sorry for the wait, i was feeling really lazy so this one might be worse than the others. i'm also gonna post a special soon so be aware

“WOO! keep it hot, babe! not a problem for you!” phoenix shouted through the viewing window of the training room. it was your turn, along with kay/o on his now second try, to face max-bot. your boyfriend was being the hype-man he always was, even after his (first) loss against the machine.

with max-bot still stationary in front of you, awaiting your move, you turned around and waved towards the cheering agents with a smile, shooting a wink at phoenix.

the gunfire started as soon as you faced max-bot again, though of course, you and kay/o were not successful in taking him down. kay/o was once again left deactivated on the ground, and you were left no choice but to sprint out the doors, narrowly dodging an array of bullets behind you.

“ayyy, you did great out there!” phoenix said once kay/o was back online and the adrenaline wore off. as you inspected your gun and your body, he slung an arm around your shoulder where a bruise was forming. you hissed, and he quickly dropped his arm with a ‘sorry’ before resuming, “we’ll get them next time, yeah?”

you doubted it would be that soon, but the fiery optimism in phoenix’s eyes made it hard to disagree with him. “yeah, definitely!”

-

“LET’S GO, PHOENIX! bounce back harder, and prove yoru wrong!” you cheered, which earned a scoff from yoru next to you. the roles were switched, with phoenix back in the training room after a couple more losses from the squad.

you could tell that it was getting harder to be upbeat with the onslaught of defeats, but still he looked back at you with a spirited smile spanning across his face. “‘course, i'll do it for you, (y/n)!”

his thoughts were of your beaming face while he was battling, which may have not particularly benefited him or his partner, sova, in the rush of the fight.

you could tell that phoenix was being more reckless than usual, probably since your eyes were on him and he was distracted. he tried to pull off flashy stunts that he typically would get away with (just barely), but instead he mostly ended up blinding himself or sova, much to both of their chagrins.

“you almost had him,” you consoled when he came back into the room a little beat-up with bullet holes in his signature jacket again.

“yeah, almost.” he tried for a smile, though it turned into a wince while he moved to get a new jacket from his locker. you rubbed his back comfortingly as he internally sulked.

-

a couple more losses went by, and almost everyone was feeling pretty demotivated. however, through some stroke of luck, cypher managed to get through to phoenix.

he put down the chess piece he was holding with a reanimated look, like he was ignited again. “hey fam! let's go again! all together this time ‘round!”

“you have a plan, phoenix?” you asked from your seat on one of the couches, smiling with a raised eyebrow.

kay/o shook his head wearily. “when does he ever…”

“wellll, maybe i don't,” phoenix conceded, yet he still retained his determined smile, “but it won't do us any good workin’ separately, will it?”

when a thoughtful silence ensued, phoenix pushed on ever unabashedly, “ahhh, see, you lot agree with me, yeah?”

“save the wise words for cypher, pretty boy,” you teased, heading to the doors first, “but i’m in.”

that's all it took for everyone to be lining up at the doors with you, guns in hand. phoenix only lost his proud smile when he entered the room, summoning fire into his hand with a seriousness that only presented itself in battle. “that bot owes me a new coat.”

this time, you and phoenix were basically fighting side-by-side, so that he wouldn't be as preoccupied with how cool he looked surrounded by fire or how amazing you were doing.

eventually, max-bot was taken down with a well lined-up shock dart from sova. after an appearance of brimstone and sage, announcing for everyone to ready up, you congratulated everyone and moved on to praise phoenix. “you did great, phoenix!”

“i know, i know, but look at yourself! you were so hot—,” phoenix caught himself, cheekily smirking and continuing, “i mean, doing so hot, you're peng obviously— i couldn't stop lookin’!”

“believe me, i saw,” you snickered, following after the rest of the agents.

phoenix looked shocked, standing in place before catching up to you. “i'm seriously not that obvious! i was suuper sneaky. you have to be mad, love.”

the loving bickering continued until brimstone called, “come on, lovebirds. we don't have all day!”

[titan-fodder]

Prima Vista Part I

Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 9.7k Warnings: dubious consent (because of alcohol), just copious amounts of sex, oral, squirting, 69ing, college shenanigans, obnoxious frat boys, terrible fashion choices A/N: At long last, here we have the beginning. Massive thanks to @pleasantanathema and @whats-her-quirk​ who have been cheering for me since I told them I wanted to right a “little college AU” for a “little collab” June and I have been planning for a while. Also, I don’t know where I’d be without Lauren’s fraternity knowledge, so extra thanks for that, babe. I hope everyone has as much fun with this fic as I did.

God, you hate frat boys. 

Their sense of entitlement, all their fucking house pride. Brother this, brother that. It's annoying. Add in the factors of being an athlete on top of it, and they're downright insufferable. 

So it makes absolutely no sense that you're at a fucking Pi Kappa Alpha party. 

Your friend, Hitch, dragged you here (naturally), and it wasn't like you could really object considering she's the only real friend you have on campus. You study together and switch off between dorms to watch movies and bitch about classes. She's the complete opposite of you in many different ways, but you soul-bonded over biology and that was that. 

Unfortunately, Hitch decided she would leave you to your own devices almost immediately, opting to skip over to a game of beer pong and flirt with a boy in her statistics class. You have no idea why considering he has a fucking bowl cut, but she's been talking about him for weeks now. 

The party is filled with loud music and too many people with red solo cups. There's no way they're all of age, so you're already paranoid that the cops are gonna raid the place, but there's nothing you can do besides leave. It's a tempting thought. 

Before you can, though, there's an uproar in the kitchen, and curiosity gets the best of you. Moving from your place against the wall, you make your way over to peek in and see what's going on. A large group of frat boys, what you think are sorority girls, and whoever else wants to join are raising their cups to cheer. An especially loud voice rings out above the rest, "One win down, eleven more to go!" 

Claps and supportive shouts are nearly deafening. 

"I think we can do it! Do you think we can do it?" 

More cheers, more hollers. 

"Let's hear it for UC lacrosse!" 

You have to cover your ears this time. Should have known this party was to celebrate the win earlier that day. 

When the crowd parts, you see the ringleader, Erwin Smith who is very well-known on campus for three reasons: he will talk your ear off about history if given the chance, he's irritatingly gorgeous, and he will fuck any pretty girl with a pulse. 

Again—you fucking hate frat boys. 

To ease your bad mood and possibly encourage you to have some semblance of a good time, you shuffle further into the kitchen to grab a drink. You feel a little exposed, not dressed like many of the other girls who are either in rompers or the classic sorority chick outfit (giant college shirts that cover their shorts). You are in a crop top, torn shorts, and a floral cardigan. Not your best outfit, not your worst. 

There's no way you're touching any of the pre-poured cups or the jungle juice, opting for an unopened can of mediocre beer. 

You feel someone approach you from behind, glance over your shoulder to see nothing but a broad chest covered by a fucking hawaiian shirt. 

Craning your neck, you're met with another familiar face, one Mike Zacharias known as 1) Erwin's best friend, 2) one of the tallest guys on campus, and 3) the best lacrosse player on the team. 

You haven't spoken a single word to him but that doesn't stop him from grinning at you, flipping shaggy hair from his face, and chanting a low, "Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun!" 

"Are you god damn joking me?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. 

"Hell no!" 

"I have shotgunned a beer literally once in my life, and at least half of it ended up on my shirt."

"That's alright," Mike's smile shrinks to a smirk. "We're all about getting chicks wet in Pike." 

Face falling, you scoff, "Yeah, okay, I'm leaving." 

You sidestep him, cracking open the beer, but he follows close behind you. It makes a little bit of fear spike in your gut—everyone knows the horror stories that accompany many fraternities—but you're mostly just annoyed. 

"Hey, what's your name again?"

Again. As if you've actually formally met before.

"Why do you care?" 

Mike does not hesitate when he answers, "'Cause you look like you're having a shit time here, and I'd like to change that."

You roll your eyes, let your head loll over your shoulder to look at him again. If you're being honest with yourself, he's kind of extremely hot with his undercut and flippy hair, not to mention the stubble that's grown out just enough to make you think thoughts for a split second.  

"A noble cause," you quip. "Truly." 

He chuckles, watching too closely as you take a sip of your beer. 

"So? Name?"

After too big of a swallow, you answer him, and light green eyes brighten a little. 

"Oh, you're Hitch's friend, right?" 

Of course that would be your only identifier on campus. Hitch is insanely pretty and very outgoing. It makes sense that people just know you as her tag-along. 

It doesn't stop you from feeling slightly offended, though. 

"Yeah, and you're Erwin's friend, right?" 

"Among other things," he snorts. "Mike Zacharias." He holds out a massive hand that you eye before taking, figure you shouldn't be too much of a bitch and make a bad impression on the most highly regarded frat at the college.  

"I know who you are, dude. Not many people don't."

"Aw, flatterer." 

That grin is back on his face, lopsided and far too charming, and you definitely need to get away from him before you down a couple more beers. 

"Freshman?" He pries, and somehow you wind up at the staircase, leaning against the wall and praying he'll just stand beside you instead of caging you in. 

He does, and you let out a breath of relief. 

"Sophomore."

His eyebrows shoot up for a second. "Fuck, you've made it through a whole year flying under my radar?" 

You give him a wholly unimpressed look. "Wow, you really know what to say to a girl, don't you?" 

"That came off as shitty, sorry. I just mean, like, you're super cute. Feel like I would have committed you to memory if I'd seen you."

Your face heats up probably more than it ever has in your life, but you still snap, "We haven't had a single class together, I never go to your games, and this is the first Pike party I've been to."

Mike nods. "Ah, that explains it. Just haven't given anyone a chance to notice you." 

"Sure, let's go with that."

Another several sips. You hiss at the taste, and Mike laughs. 

"Can't handle beer?"

"Can't handle shitty beer."

"Ouch. Want me to grab you something else?"

He really doesn't seem to understand the warnings all girls have heard over the years. That, or he just doesn't care. You don't know him well enough to pass that kind of judgement.

"Uh, no. I always make my own drinks at parties."

"That's understandable." Except it isn't. He doesn't have a clue. 

"Well, you can go grab one, and I'll just finish this one for you. Don't want it to go to waste."

It's your turn to smirk now. "That desperate to swap spit, Zacharias?" 

"Like this?" He laughs through his nose. "Nah. But I can think of other ways."

"We've been talking for literally two minutes."

"I'm perfectly capable of making decisions in two minutes."

"Not any good ones obviously."

Tilting his head, Mike thinks out loud, "Can't tell if that's an insult aimed at me or yourself." 

"Take it however you want. I don't really care."

His eyes glint with amusement. There's no way you're escaping this any time soon. 

Long, thick fingers close around the top of your can, and he gently tugs it out of your hand then keeps those eyes locked with yours as he takes a sip. 

"Gross." You try to keep the teasing tone from your voice. 

"Just go get another drink."

You actually listen, mostly to get away from him but also because you could go for something easier to stomach. 

A game of King's Cup is going on in the kitchen, a five obviously being drawn because everyone suddenly pantomimes holding a steering wheel. It's surprisingly fun to watch, so you post up next to the counter after mixing orange and pineapple juice with rum. 

"Four's whores!"

"Categories! Different beers!"

"Seven heaven!" 

"Ayyy, waterfall!" 

You shake your head as everyone drinks for way too long. Some people are already swaying in circles where they're sitting. Others are simply red-faced. 

"Wanna play?"

"Jesus! You came outta nowhere."

Mike looks too smug for your liking, but doesn't say anything, just crushes the empty can in his hand and throws it into the trashcan next to the back door, all gooseneck and perfect arch. 

"Let me guess—you're reigning champ at beer pong."

"Nah," he waves you off. "That's Erwin and Nile. King's Cup however…"

"King's Cup isn't even a competition. It's just flipping cards and getting fucked up." 

"Well, yeah, but it's still fun."

You let out a heavy sigh, eyes still trained on the game going on, then concede, "Once this one is over, I'll play. Just to get you off my back." And because he won't have the chance to talk to you for the duration of the game. 

"Excellent."

You manage to finish your drink by the time the round ends, have to rush to make another as Mike strides over to the table and steals the two seats that have been vacated. They're right across from each other. You don't know if you'd prefer that or just sitting next to him so he can't stare at you.

Sauntering over, you plop down and place your drink in front of you. The guy to your right is quick to introduce himself with hooded eyes and a self-assured smile. You give him basically the same treatment that you've been giving Mike, making him pout and turn away as a freckled girl deals out the cards. 

It's fast paced, and you find yourself drinking more than you'd planned. Mike picks you as his buddy (of course), and the guy next to you makes everyone drink for nearly thirty seconds straight when he pulls an ace. 

Still, you find yourself laughing as people scream and curse. You catch eyes with Mike often, and as you finish your second drink, he begins looking very attractive. More attractive than before. So attractive that you allow him to pour your third cup. 

"If you roofied this, I'm gonna be real upset with you," you tell him just before taking a sip. He added more rum than you did, but that doesn't surprise you. 

"Hey, one of Pike's virtues is being a gentleman."

As soon as he says it, about seven people around the table shout, "Pi Kappa Alpha!" like some kind of sports team, and you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. 

You're drunk after this game. And, then you make another drink and get plastered. Meandering around the rest of the party, bodies begin to blur together, the music fades in and out, and you barely know what you're saying to Mike anymore as he follows you close behind in the same state. For every drink you've had, he's had two, and now he's walking around with a cup full of jungle juice nodding at his brothers, smiling at all the girls who look at him.

His room is downstairs unlike most of the others, right at the end of the hallway. It makes it far too easy to end up inside, but as soon as the door closes and his huge hands find your hips, your world disappears entirely. 

*

The first thing you feel when you wake up is a nauseating pounding in your head. The second is a very large body behind you. 

God dammit, you think, trying to recall the events of the night before. 

Pi Kappa Alpha. Hitch left you, so you hung out with… Mike Zacharias? From the lacrosse team? 

Frowning, you try to look over your shoulder, but all you can really see is a head of hair. However, you can feel the coarseness of his beard against your bare shoulder, and that's enough to solidify that it is indeed Mike behind you. 

Shifting some brings more of your physical state to your attention—your naked chest under the blanket, the way your legs are pressed together, your pussy between your thighs… swollen? Jesus, what did he do to you last night? You can also feel something dry and crusty on your stomach which is both disgusting and relieving. At least he had enough sense to pull out. 

Luckily, his arm isn't wrapped around you which makes it much easier to sit up on your elbow. It takes you a while to locate your clothes around the room from where you are, and even then, all you can find are your shorts, shoes, and bra. You peer around, trying not to groan at the headache threatening to make you black the fuck out all over again, but that pounding as well as the nauseating churning of your stomach is making it difficult. 

You slide out of the bed, basically crawling to the little pile of discarded clothes. As you fumble with fastening your bra, you glance around one more time in search of your shirt and cardigan, but it’s no use. What you do see, however, is the obnoxious Hawaiian shirt  Mike had been wearing the night before, and well… You’d rather not leave the Pike house topless, so…

Snatching it off the floor, you slip your arms through the giant sleeves and somehow manage to button up about half of it. Then, you’re flying out the door, desperate to be in your own dorm, curled over your own toilet, in your own clothes. 

Oh, thank god his room wasn’t upstairs, you praise, trying to remember the way to the front door. There are numerous bodies and tipped over cups to navigate through, and you cringe at the various odors that assault your senses. 

You see the door from across the room, so close and getting closer as you try not to trip over anything, but as you pass the kitchen, you hear a smooth, familiar voice greet, “Good morning,” in a smug way. 

Erwin is leaning against a counter, smirking over a steaming cup of coffee. He’s wearing only sweatpants, his hair is a little mussed, and for a split second, you understand why he pulls so many girls. 

Still, you roll your eyes and continue moving—a classic DNE situation, but the frat boy doesn’t seem to get the message, instead calling out, “Nice shirt!”

“Fuck off, Smith,” is the only thing you utter before leaving, slamming the door behind you. 

*

Mike easily catches the frisbee that spins directly at his face then quickly throws it back to try and catch Nile off guard. It works, and the brunet curses and has to go running after the flying disc. 

A few girls watching from the nearby fountain clap and yell his name, wriggling fingers in a wave as if he can actually see that far away. Mike gives one wave of his own hand then turns back to the grass where Nile is jogging back to his place.

“You did that on purpose, you asshole!” He spits.

Mike shrugs his shoulders, yells back, “Get better at frisbee, and you won’t have this problem!”

Nile throws the plastic so hard that it flies off toward the fountain, making all those girls scream and dive for cover. 

“Yeah, I’m not getting that,” Mike shakes his head. Nile drags his fingers down his angular face before setting off on yet another trek, apologizing profusely then standing around to flirt like usual.

Blowing hair out of his face, Mike considers joining his brother, but before he can, he sees a familiar figure turning on the sidewalk, about to pass the fountain and head toward Hartley Hall. 

His feet are moving before he really registers it, glad his long legs can carry him quickly even at a walk. Mike calls out when he’s a couple yards away, and you turn to him, eyes growing wide before you start to move faster. 

He can just barely make out the words, “Nope. Not doing this,” and chuckles, catching up the rest of the way.

“Hey, chill, I just wanna talk.”

You turn to look at him, head tilted up, squinting against the sun, and Mike has never been more thankful for his height because you look so god damn cute all small and irritated with him. 

“What is there to talk about? I don’t even remember anything.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” he says, lacing fingers together behind his head. “Shame.”

“Whatever.”

Mike tries and fails to hide a snort, nods at Nile as you both pass him and the gaggle of girls surrounding him. Mike has no doubt his friend will get at least one phone number out of it, if not all of them. 

“Did you at least have a good time before you blacked out?” He ventures.

You shrug your shoulders, hitch your backpack up a little higher. “Maybe. But, if I was just around you the whole time, probably not.”

“Aw, come on! What did I ever do to you?”

“You need a list?”

Mike nods. “Would probably help.”

“For brevity's sake, I’ll just say that you started the night trying to get a literal stranger to shotgun a beer and ended the night fucking said stranger and… Not holding back, apparently.” Mike frowns, about to ask what you mean by that, but you elaborate before he can. Voice dropping, you question, “Do you have any idea how fucking sore I’ve been for the last few days? What the fuck do you even have hidden in those stupid shorts?”

“I’d be happy to show you again.” He grins sideways, and when you shoot him a venomous look, he figures it’s time to change the subject. “Anyway, I may have done that and more, but you’re the thief.”

“Excuse me?”

Mike tries to sound nonchalant as he accuses, “Stole my shirt and everything." Honestly, he's a little upset that he didn’t actually get to see you wearing it. 

“I—”

“That’s my favorite shirt, you know?”

You laugh. Finally. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.”

“That shirt is fucking heinous, okay? You’re lucky I didn’t burn it.”

“Does that mean I can have it back?”

You make a little noise in your throat, something between a grumble and a growl, but you check your phone and tell him, “Fine. My next class isn’t for another couple of hours, so just…Follow me.”

It takes immense effort to not skip to your dorm like a little kid, but Mike is excited. He’s not gonna try anything weird, but just seeing your space? He’ll be able to get a better feel for you. So far, all he knows is that you live and breathe sarcasm and can’t handle your liquor well. It’s enough to get him a little more than interested, but it’s not enough to go off of.

The two of you gain a few looks as you make your way through the shared study space of the dormitory, heads turning, eyebrows raising in recognition. No one should be all that surprised; it’s not like Mike and Erwin haven’t frequented a lot of these rooms. 

You lead him down a hallway, and Mike looks at all the little dry-erase intro boards hanging outside of every door. He’s a little surprised to see that the one by yours isn’t blank. Your name is written in bubble letters, surrounded by little hearts, and when you catch him looking at it, you’re quick to tell him, “Hitch.”

“Ah. Of course.”

He follows you inside, staying by the door to not invade too much of your space, but he doesn’t even try to be subtle as he looks around the small room. Pennant for the college hung up over a cork bulletin board that’s a mess of photos and sticky notes. Cluttered desk with just enough of it cleared to fit a laptop. Tiny succulents on the window sill. Double bed covered in a quilt. And there, in the open closet, Mike catches sight of his shirt—pastel pink and littered with palm trees. 

After dropping your backpack on your bed, you step over to the hanging clothes and grab it, muttering, “Ridiculous,” as you hand it over.

Mike laughs as he slings it over his shoulder. “You know what’ll make you hate it even more?” You quirk an eyebrow, probably doubting that anything could, but your entire face falls when he informs you, “I have matching shorts to go with it.”

“No you do not.”

“Definitely do.”

“That should be a crime. You should be arrested.”

He chuckles, has a retort on the tip of his tongue, but something catches his eye—a bookshelf tucked away in the corner by your bed overflowing with novels and knick-knacks. Mike sees a particularly thick paperback, recognizing the black background and small desert picture on the spine.

“Bro!” He walks over, plants a hand in the middle of your mattress, and reaches for it. “Is this fucking Dune?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“This is, like, my favorite book, dude.”

“Seriously?” You sound just as disbelieving as you do disinterested. 

Mike begins flipping through it, scanning over highlighted passages as he nods. “I have the whole series back home, but I only brought this one and Messiah with me to college.”

He straightens up but keeps a knee on the edge of the bed, and you plop down to sit on it, watching him closely as he continues to look over the notes scribbled in the margins. 

“I had to read it in high school," you tell him. "Then my cousin gave me a lot of the books after I talked with him about it one time. I haven’t gotten around to reading them, though.”

“You really should,” Mike urges. “I mean, I know you probably have a shit ton of reading for classes, but if you ever get the chance, you should at least read the next two.”

“You some kind of closet nerd, Zacharias?”

“Kinda,” he admits, putting the book back on the shelf only to grab a worn copy of Fellowship of the Ring. “I mean, Erwin and a few others are well aware, but I don’t really broadcast it.”

“Not good for the cool guy image?” 

“Nah, people are just more interested in other things,” he mumbles, eyes fixed on the tiny print.

“Mike Zacharias,” his gaze flicks to you as you laugh quietly. “Lacrosse god and big fucking geek.”

He closes the book and uses it to lightly hit you on the top of the head with it. You half-heartedly smack him right in his abs only to push against the muscle harder and ask, “Jesus Christ, what do you have under there?”

“You know, that’s the second time you’ve asked what I have under my clothes,” he points out, a little too satisfied. “Better watch out, or I’m gonna start getting ideas.”

You huff, but your hand is definitely still on his stomach, unmoving but warm through his shirt. Mike told himself he wouldn’t do anything weird once he got here, but you’re already on the bed and touching him, and he’d kind of really like to have this particular experience while sober, so he very slowly takes your wrist and moves it away. 

It makes you look up at him, a question dancing in your eyes as your lips part. Mike makes sure his own stare conveys everything he’s thinking, wishes he could just transplant his thoughts into your brain so that he can put you a little more at ease around him. 

You’re onto him, though, tugging your hand from his grip and blinking a few times. He figures you’re about to point to the door and tell him to take his fucking Hawaiian shirt and leave. 

Instead, you pull on the fabric covering his ribs so that he loses his balance and has to catch himself before crashing into you. It puts his face level with yours, and you take the opportunity to kiss him—hard, desperate, and a little confused judging by the way you’re frowning. 

Mike grunts, holding himself up with the arm on the side of your hips then uses the other to slide under the thigh closest to him and pull you further onto the bed. He’s straddling you in no time, up on his knees so that he doesn’t crush you. 

Hearing the sound of shoes hitting the ground, he tugs his shirt off over his head, and then he’s curling over you again. Your mouths grow slick with spit. He slides his tongue past your lips, and you arch into him, fingers tangling in his hair. Mike pushes you back down so that he can strip you down to your bra and panties then takes the time to rid himself of his shoes and shorts.

“Oh, fuck,” he hears you breathe, and when he glances up at you, he finds you staring at what he knows is an intimidatingly large bulge under his boxer briefs. “It makes sense now—the soreness.”

Mike chuckles, slots his forearms on either side of your head and mutters, “Yeah, sorry about that.”

You lick his lips and he bites yours, bodies clashing together as he grinds himself against your covered pussy. Eventually Mike is able to snake a hand down your body, making sure to brush over your ribs so that you squirm beneath him. Fuck, he already loves the way you squirm. And, when he moves your panties to the side and teases your little hole, already wet just from making out, Mike discovers that he loves the way you moan too. 

He’s slow as he pushes a finger in, groaning when you clench around it. Pumping it in and out, he gently works you open and wonders if he was courteous enough to do this the other night. He hopes he was. 

You spread your legs for him, start bucking into his hand, especially when he hits that special spot inside you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fu—” You grab his face, bringing it close to yours again so that you can muffle curses against his lips. 

When Mike adds a second finger, your jaw drops, and you start to tremble. 

“Too much?” He asks.

You shake your head, stutter a breathy, “N-no. Just—ah—slow. Go slow.”

He moves to suck on your neck, promising, “I will.”

Mike waits until you’re dripping into his palm and spread about as widely as you can be underneath him. Then, and only then does he shimmy out of his underwear and question, “Condom?”

“Bookshelf,” you huff. “In the jewelry box.”

When he opens it, a little ballerina spins, and Mike has to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. “That’s twisted.”

“Shut up.”

He grabs one of the gold packages and tears it open, then rolls the latex over his cock and discards the wrapper somewhere. 

Mike only gives you his tip first, sits right inside your entrance so that you can squeeze him and get used to the feeling before he pushes in any more. You barely shift your hips back and forth, like an experiment. It’s just enough for Mike to see slick coating the end of the condom, and he nearly starts drooling.

He presses in a little more, appreciates the way your eyes roll into the back of your head, then adds one more inch.

“Jesus Christ.” Your breaths are coming in short gasps, words slurring together. He’s not even halfway in, and you’re already fucked out. 

Your cunt is spasming around him, and Mike tries to get you to relax more by lightly rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb. 

You leak around him, pussy slowly but surely opening up a little more so that he can slide in further. He gives a few shallow thrusts that make you whine, then reaches up to grab one of your pillows which only sends him deeper. 

“God dam—”

Mike lifts you and shoves the pillow under your hips, smiles in a way he’s pretty sure you hate, then jokes, “Better to fuck you with, my dear.”

“In...sufferable…” The annoyed tone is lost when you cry out. Mike buries himself as far as he can without hurting you. He isn’t quite balls deep, but you feel so fucking good that he doesn’t even mind. 

Starting a steady rhythm that has every upthrust dragging over your g-spot, Mike watches through foggy eyes as your mouth opens and closes, chest rising with stuttering breaths before you exhale and moan. He dips his thumb between your folds to gather a little bit of slick and return it to your clit. The circular motion makes you arch again, and Mike abandons the little bud for just a moment so that he can unclasp your bra and pull it off. The sight of your tits bouncing in time with his thrusts almost does him in, but he holds back, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to gather himself.

You’re just clamping around him so perfectly, pussy drooling and creaming on his cock, and Mike is not a quickshot, but for you—

He pulls out all at once, flips you so that you’re on hands and knees, then spreads you open to lick into you from behind. 

“Holy—” 

Mike’s cock is throbbing where it bobs against his stomach, but he can ignore it for the most part, focused on eating you out, sucking at your messy lips then dragging the flat of his tongue over your hole. He moves his face back and forth, wants to leave his mark on you in the form of stubble burn between your legs. 

“Mike, Mike, fuck, please.”

He’s positive you can’t actually hear him when he teases, “Please what?” right into the crevice of your ass. 

You growl, push against him, and swallow enough pride to beg, “Please fuck me.”

Biting his lip, Mike straightens up enough to watch his fingers disappear into your pussy. One, two, then a third that makes your messy entrance stretch for him. He lowers his face again, feather light licks around your sensitive hole, and when he twists his wrist so that he can tap on your spot, you come immediately. 

A mixture of slick and squirt drips from your cunt and soaks into your quilt. Mike pushes more out as he continues to finger fuck you, humming at the way your arms give out and you fall against the mattress. 

This is the perfect position for him. He replaces his wet fingers with his cock and ruts into you quickly, chasing after his own impending orgasm. Pretty little whimpers fall from your lips, fuck drunk as you babble, “Oh, god, Mike, Mike, fuck…”

He’s gripping your hips too tightly, pulling you back against him, shoving his cock deeper and deeper until he finally comes with a shudder and a low groan. 

Mike pants for a few seconds, then leans down to press a few kisses to your spine, but instead of the usual happy sighs he gets from most girls, you just roll your shoulders and mutter, “Stop that.”

He does, then pulls out, takes a second to stare at your pussy—worked open from his size and still dripping. It would make a very pretty picture, but Mike wouldn’t dare try that with you. 

You roll onto your back, a huff of air leaving your lungs as you scrub a hand over your face then tilt your head to him. It looks like you have something to say, but you just chew on your bottom lip, eyes moving from Mike to the door.

And, he can take a hint. You don’t have to say it. 

With a self-deprecating snort, he pulls the condom off, tying it then tossing it into the trashcan by your bed. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nods. “Let me just…” Mike tugs his clothes back on, kindly tosses you your top so that you can cover yourself like you obviously want to. 

He makes sure to grab the Hawaiian shirt that brought him here in the first place, tossing it over his shoulder then striding to the door. 

Chancing one more glance at you, you force a smile and try to pad his bruised ego. “Don’t worry, it was good. You were good. It’s just not gonna happen again.”

Mike fights a smirk, raises a hand in a wave, then steps out.

Not gonna happen again, he chuckles to himself. Yeah, right.

*

You don't understand how this keeps happening, how you keep ending up in bed with Mike fucking Zacharias. 

This time you had gone to the disgusting bar right off campus, got one whole drink in your system before the familiar trio walked in. They were all in khakis and pastels—Erwin in blue, Nile in yellow, Mike in pink. Again. 

You actually slammed your head down on the bartop because despite how basic he looked in his light polo, Mike was still hot. 

Is still hot. 

Back at the Pi Kappa Alpha house, you're a mess of limbs on his bed. You take immense pleasure in tugging his shirt off, and once his arms are free again, he's lifting the hem of your little skirt and mouthing over your thong. 

You're more than tipsy after a couple more drinks but nowhere near as drunk as you were the first night. It hadn't taken much convincing from Erwin for you and Hitch to play pool with them, and when Mike had come up behind you to help you line up your shot, you knew you were a goner. 

While he's busy between your legs, you take off your shirt and bra. Green eyes flick up as soon as you toss both articles on to the floor, and without any hesitation, Mike reaches up to grope your tits. 

He's clumsy and distracted as he tongues over the warmth pooling in your underwear, squeezing plump flesh and pinching your nipple so that you whine and push your hips further into his face. 

Mike groans, just as drunk if not more so. He's messy as he kisses your thighs, nearly rips your thong when he pulls it off of you. 

His tongue feels good, too fucking good as he laves over your entrance, soothing an ache that isn't quite there anymore but definitely was a few days ago. 

"Taste so fucking good," he grumbles, slurping and sucking and making you squeeze your thighs around his head. 

"Okay," you pant. "Okay, okay." You grab him by the hair and lift his head from you, stomach flipping at the sight of the bottom half of his face absolutely covered in slick. 

God dammit, why is he so sexy? 

Your mouth waters, and the thought of possibly giving him head this time crosses your mind. You're just inebriated enough to stay relaxed, didn't drink to the point of throwing up, and he has gone down on you the last two times so... 

Lizard brain taking over, you sit up, tell him to flip over, then start making your way down his body. 

Mike grabs you before you can turn to face him, fingers digging into your thighs and pulling you down to sit on his face. 

"Fucking—I'm trying to blow you, for Christ's sake."

He moves his head just enough to tell you, "So? You can do that while I do this."

And, he's not wrong. It just means that you're gonna get distracted. 

For a while, all you can really do is control your breathing and undulate on top of him, but eventually you fall to your elbows and lick up his shaft from base to tip. 

Mike really does have a nice cock—a beautiful cock—bigger than you've ever taken in terms of both length and girth, and veiny in the perfect way. Even his balls make your pussy throb, large and round, the right just slightly bigger than the left and now dripping with saliva as you lower your mouth further and further onto his cock. 

The feeling of his tongue buried in your cunt is making you delirious, eyes rolling, muscles going slack as you gurgle around the tip hitting the back of your throat. 

Mike groans into you, his legs starting to shake, and you assume in your half aware state that he's trying to not just skull fuck you into oblivion. 

You know you're making a mess, both on his face and on his cock. The fingertips that have been holding you open shift, one of them slipping into your clenching hole, and your hips begin to move on their own volition, riding what he'll give you while moving your tongue back and forth. 

You've only taken about half of him, doubt you can take any more. He's hot and heavy in your mouth, and when you pull off to breathe, you can taste pre cum on the back of your tongue. 

It triggers something in you, makes you raise up and clumsily turn around so that you can work him inside of you. 

Mike groans a long, "Fuuuck," and immediately starts thrusting upward. 

You're lucky you're as wet as you are, but the burn that comes with getting so stretched out still makes you hiss. You brace yourself on his broad chest, feeling the dampness of sweat forming a sheen on him, and your own body starts to feel too hot. 

You had wanted to ride him to feel in control of the situation for once, but you quickly realize it's not gonna happen, Mike gripping your hips and moving you how he sees fit. 

He's raw this time, a thought that should scare you, but he feels so good even through the discomfort. Every vein and ridge hits all the sweet spots inside of you, the flared head of his cock smooth as it presses just where you need it to. 

You're squirting again—he just seems to be able to fuck it out of you. It's not the high you're looking for, but the release in pressure still feels divine. 

Mike seems to enjoy it too because he looks down at where you're connected, swears at the way you gush on his cock, then starts swiping fingers over your clit so quickly it almost hurts. 

More fluid leaks from you, and Mike breathes a low, "Come on, baby, come on, 'm gonna fuck you dry tonight." 

Hearing him talk like that—his hand rubbing over your overstimulated clit, his thick cock threatening to split you in two—causes heat to travel up your legs and down your arms until it settles in your stomach and floods you. 

You cry out, stars and tears behind your eyes as Mike keeps going, taking everything he can from you until he's laying in a huge wet spot in his bed. 

He lifts you just in time to shoot cum upward on your chest, white splattering then dripping down in strands to pool on his stomach. 

You stare down at him, mouth hanging open and find him looking up at you with the same expression. 

It's hands down the best sex you've ever had, but you're not about to tell him that. Instead, you dismount him like the fucking horse he is and stand on weak legs, actually have to lean on the bed for support. 

"Just stay the night." His voice is deep and full of gravel. It's entirely too hot. 

"Absolutely not." You shake your head, grab your shirt and his boxers then ask, "Where's the nearest bathroom?" 

"Down the hall on the right, but you don't have to sneak out the window or anything. Just use the front door if you're tryin’ to run away."

You can't help but snort. Stupid. "I'm not trying to escape, dummy. I just need to pee." 

"Oh. Right."

You slip out of the room, hoping it's late enough for everyone to be asleep, but you have no such luck as the door to the bathroom opens and fucking Erwin steps out. 

He hums, looking you over for a moment as his lips lift on one side. 

"Don't say anything," you grit through your teeth. 

He holds his hands up in surrender, chuckles, acting all innocent. "Wasn't going to."

You squint, not believing him for a second, then move around him to get to the bathroom. Before you can shut the door, you hear him mutter, "Another one bites the dust," and consider running out and strangling him.

*

"Please please please come with me to this game," Hitch begs, her hands clasped together, imploring eyes wide and doe-like. 

"No. You have plenty of other friends to go with. You don't need me there."

"But, I want you to be there. It's gonna be such a good match. Rival schools and all that."

You roll your eyes. "Hitch, in all the time you've known me, have you ever seen me give a single fuck about sports?" 

"No, but you'll finally get to see Mike and Erwin and Nile play."

"All the more reason not to go."

"Do you not like them or something? Why wouldn't you like them? Everybody likes them!" 

She doesn't know, and you don't want her to. She had been too caught up with that Marlowe kid at the party, then was kept busy playing pool with Nile to see you and Mike slip out of the bar together. 

It's the only secret you've ever wanted to keep from her. You will take it to the grave. 

"I just… I just don't, okay? I get a… Sleazy vibe from all of them."

You really don't. Not exactly. You're not a big fan of the 'fuck-every-chick-on-capus' mentality, but most college boys think like that. Only difference is these three can actually achieve it. 

Hitch crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a look you've seen on your mother's face many times, usually when she has a point to prove. 

"You know I'm just gonna keep bothering you until you come to one, so why not just get it outta the way?" 

And, there's that point. 

"Ugh." You know she's right, and you really can't put up with this all semester. "Fine, but I'm gonna bitch the entire time."

Hitch squeals and claps, bouncing where she stands. "Yes! Wouldn't have it any other way."

You dress in school colors, put your hair up so that it won't be on your neck as the sun beats down, then take Hitch's little hatchback to the field. You try to talk her into sitting toward the back of the crowd that's gathered on the bleachers, but she just pulls you to the front without acknowledging your request. 

Even with the helmets, you can easily make out who's who, mostly because of their size. Mike and Erwin are doing some kind of pregame ritual where they hit their sticks together, shout something, and chest bump. It's the most alpha thing you've ever fucking seen and makes you question why you ever thought screwing one of them was a good idea. 

To be fair, you never really did think it was a good idea. It just kind of happened. Three times. 

But, it needs to stop. 

You repeat that thought to yourself as you watch Mike sprint across the field and launch the ball into the goal several times. You repeat it as he dances around his opponents with ease, quick footwork until he can throw them off. You repeat it as he stands on the sidelines and takes his helmet off to shake out sweaty hair and squirt water into his mouth. 

And, none of it really helps. Mike is pretty incredible on the field, especially with Erwin and Nile backing him up. Everyone in the stands is screaming, yelling their names and chanting. It's a little contagious, you have to admit. You get as far as clapping but refuse to actually cheer. 

At some point, Erwin jogs over to the bleachers and waves his arms for everyone to get louder, and they sure do. Even through his helmet, you can see his sparkling white smile, and your own lips curl up as you shake your head at him. Unbelievable. He has all these people at his beck and call. 

Erwin has to get back on the field, though, fueled by the crowd like the other nine players. They end up pulling ahead of the other team and finishing the game eleven to seven. 

Naturally, Erwin announces a party at the Pike house, and naturally, Hitch drags you to it. 

This one is even bigger than the last. It offends every one of your senses—too loud, alcohol permeating the air, bad drinks, worse dancing, and strangers rubbing against you as you pass them. 

You give up on your beer before you’re even halfway through with it, just set the can on one of the counters and start milling around. You’d rather be anywhere else but here. Your head hurts from the game earlier, baking in the sun and not drinking enough water. Should’ve taken an Advil… And some Benadryl. Hitch wouldn’t have been able to bring you here if you’d been unconscious. 

All of the lacrosse team is there, flanked with guys who won’t stop slapping them on their backs and girls who won’t stop batting their eyes and squeezing their biceps. It’s comical, really, the fairweather trend. There’s no way this would be happening if they’d lost their last three games. Instead, the team would be getting harassed and pestered, not so subtle comments about practicing more and replacing members. You’ve seen it all before. 

Leaning against a wall, you watch it all unfold. It’s probably the most entertaining thing at the party other than the group of sorority girls dancing on a table. Things are getting out of hand already, and you would prefer not be here for the aftermath, but just as you're about to leave, Mike breaks away from the group and strides over to you.

“Hey, didn’t expect to see you.” He takes a sip from his cup, smiling around the rim.

You use your usual excuse: “Hitch,” and he nods. 

“Right. Did you watch the game today?”

Crossing your arms, you mumble a, “Yes,” that Mike can’t hear but can definitely see.

He beams then asks, “You gonna tell me I played well? ‘Cause I did.” He’s all cocksure and giddy, and it makes your body run hot in a few different ways.

“I don’t think you need anyone else fawning over you,” you say with a condescending laugh.

“You mean you don’t want me to flex for you?”

“I’m leaving. Right now." When you push past him a little too roughly, it causes him to drop his cup, and your shirt is suddenly plastered to your chest and stomach. The white isn’t discolored, which leads you to believe, “Fuck, is this just straight vodka?”

“No, Christ,” he cringes at your wet state, looking genuinely apologetic. “It’s just water. Sorry.”

You scrunch your top up to wring it out, wondering what he’s doing drinking water instead of liquor, but you’re not about to pick on him for staying hydrated. 

“It’s fine. I was about to leave anyway.”

He’s quick to stop you with a, “No, don’t. Just… change into one of my shirts or something."

Narrowing your eyes, you contemplate how many ways this can go wrong, how much you should not allow this, and even go as far as accusing, "You're just trying to get me in your room again."

"You wanna stay in a wet shirt?" Not really. "Come on."

He jerks his head toward the hallway, and you end up following him, grumbling the whole time because you swear to God if you end up on your back for him again, you're going to be very upset with yourself. 

Mike beelines it for his dresser as soon as you're in the room, much quieter than the rager outside. He digs around in it, flipping all the way to the bottom then pulls out a heather gray tee. 

"It'll probably still be a little big, but it's from high school, so you shouldn't drown in it."

He tosses it to you then, to your surprise, turns back to the wall to give you the privacy to change. You eye him the whole time, peeling off your top as well as your bra since it soaked through. His shirt still covers your little shorts, and you assume you look a lot like one of those sorority girls, but it's good enough, has that super soft feeling from being worn too much. 

"Thanks. You can, uh… You can turn around now."

Mike looks over his shoulder, like he's making sure you're decent, then turns around fully. 

"I was trying to get outta there anyway. Spilling a drink on you was a good excuse."

You open your mouth, choking on a scoff, then ask, "Did you do that on purpose?" 

"No! It really was an accident. I'm glad it was just water, but I still feel bad."

You're squinting at him, but now you're curious about something else.

"Why'd you wanna get away from the party?" 

Sighing, Mike shows a tired smile. "Honestly, I'm still worn out from the game. I'm already sore and covered in these god damn bruises. I just wanna relax."

"If you're covered in bruises, I can't imagine how the other team feels. You smacked the shit outta some of 'em."

"So, you were watching."

"I may have glanced up once or twice," you lie. "Anyway, why don't you just hide out in here?" 

He shrugs his shoulders. "Erwin insisted I show my face, and I didn't want him to give me shit about being a recluse."

You can relate. It's why Hitch drags you everywhere. You wouldn't even leave your dorm for classes if you didn't have to. 

Still. "Dude. You're definitely not a recluse. You're fucking everywhere. All the time."

"So? I can get tired too."

He's got a point. 

"Can we just chill in here for a while?" He asks you. 

"Why do you need me to chill? You basically just said you needed a break from social interaction."

"Yeah, but not all social interaction," he corrects with a small grin. "Please? I've got movies and video games, Zelda and shit."

Again, the contemplation kicks in, all the pros and cons. You know very well what this can (will) lead to, but you also want to escape the party. And, if Hitch whines about you leaving, you can tell her you were there the whole time. Not like it's a lie. 

"Fine, but I have some stipulations."

"Oh, do you?" 

"I do."

Mike waves a hand for you to go on. "Let's hear 'em then."

Holding up one finger, you tell him, "You have to let me snoop around your room—" he laughs. You lift another finger, "—and we are not, under any circumstances, having sex."

"Deal." 

You tilt your head, taken aback at how quick he is to agree. "Wait, seriously?" 

"Seriously. Go ahead. I'll pull up Hulu."

You hum, still suspicious, but start making your rounds, taking in photos from what you assume to be the high school soccer team he played on, then a fishing trip with Erwin, a middle-aged couple with a dog, and some pinned up tickets to sporting events he's attended. 

He has a bookshelf against a wall, textbooks at eye level, but the top and bottom shelves are filled with sci-fi and fantasy novels that make you smile. His TV is fairly large, big enough to see the picture from his bed which is also sizable and draped with a plush comforter. The last thing that catches your eye is his closet, halfway open and full of jerseys and Polos. A few different pairs of shoes sit at the bottom, but pushed all the way in the corner are a few boxes of fucking Magic the Gathering cards. 

"Oh, man. You really are a closet nerd. Like, literally."

"Huh?" Mike looks over at where you're kneeling, realizes what you're looking at and actually sounds self-conscious when he admits, "Yeah, uh, I wasn't joking the other day." 

"I've never played—too technical for me—but my friends in high school did."

"There are baseball cards back there too if that makes me any cooler."

"It doesn't," you say bluntly before straightening up and reaching to shut the door to his room. Plopping down on the floor next to him (where he was smart enough to sit), you add, "But even I can admit it's kind of endearing."

"Oh yeah?" He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, that stupid lopsided grin on his too-handsome face. 

"Don't get cocky, Zacharias." 

"You wouldn't let me if I wanted to."

Both of you agree to a Batman movie, and you make yourself comfortable, kicking your sandals off and leaning against the bed behind you. You're a little too aware of Mike's body beside yours, but you're able to ignore it for the most part, keeping a few inches between your arms and legs. Of course, he still brushes against you when the movie ends and he takes the time to stretch. His shoulders roll, making his shirt strain over his back, and when he holds his arms out, linked at his fingers, you can't help but take a quick look at his bulging biceps. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna feel like garbage tomorrow," he complains. You can see the bruises littering his arms, some of them thick lines while others are almost perfectly circular from where he was hit with the end of a lacrosse stick. 

"You have any classes?" You ask. 

"Just my ten o'clock and three o'clock."

You make a noise of acknowledgement then fall silent. You're not sure how to hold a conversation with him that isn't sarcastic or snippy since you haven't actually done a lot of talking in the first place. 

"Sucks," is all you can come up with. 

"It's alright. I've probably dealt with worse."

"Probably?" 

"Well, nothing really comes to mind, but I'm sure I have."

You should get going. It's late, and you have a nine AM tomorrow. Plus, the longer you sit next to Mike, the more ideas pop up in your head. Dirty ideas. Ideas that will leave you disappointed in yourself. 

"Well, I'm gonna head back. This has been…" You're unsure of what word to use, don't want to get his hopes up by saying 'fun'. 

Mike figures you out and offers, "Tolerable?" 

"Yeah, we can go with that. I'll get your shirt back to you sometime soon."

Mike chuckles and gets to his feet. "Just whenever you can." He grabs your wet top from the ground and holds it out to you, then reaches for the door as you slip on your sandals. 

You feel him close behind you, close enough for his chest to push against your back when you straighten up. His arm is pressing into your side, hand curled around the knob and twisting it, but he's unable to open the door as you let your head fall against it. 

"God dammit." 

"Hm?" You can tell he's leaning down because his breath falls just over your ear. 

"I said we weren't—"

He cuts you off, "But, you want to."

He's too hot and too smooth, and you can’t stop yourself from turning around and breathing, "Yeah, I want to." 

It's different tonight. Mike takes his time undressing you, kissing and sucking your neck, your collarbone, your nipples that pebble against his tongue. It's unnerving even as you squirm and moan. 

He eats you out lazily, flattening his tongue against your folds then dipping into your slit so that he can slip into your twitching hole. 

When he adds a finger, you immediately grind down on it, silently begging him to work you open enough to take his cock, but he doesn't move any faster, apparently content to just drive you insane. 

You're nearly begging by the time he turns you on your side and moves to lay behind you, hiking your leg up and pushing most of his length inside of you in one faultless motion that makes you choke and sob his name. 

That stretch is back, delicious as it is painful as he splits you open. His thrusts are the same slow pace, cock dragging against gummy walls as he drapes an arm over you to toy with your swollen clit. 

It takes you both longer than usual to come, but when you do, your whole body trembles against him, and you have to suck in several deep breaths until you feel like your lungs start actually filling with air. 

Mike paints your back with warm cum, groaning right in your ear as he rubs against you, his cock sliding easily up and down your skin and making more of a mess. 

That unnerving feeling blooms in your chest again, crawls up into your throat. 

Tonight had been too casual, too natural. The way you hung out and watched a movie was already a little strange. Him fucking you from behind, holding you tight against his body, was too tender. And, now, after he leaves to grab a wet towel and uses it to clean your back, you find yourself searching for words again only to come up with passionate—intimate. 

And, words like that scare you.

[ n e x t ]

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Omg I love your fics 🥰 can I request a nanami x reader fic where everyone on campus were aware of how cutesy the reader/nanami were with eachother, but had no clue that they had been dating for years, and had recently gotten married. Thank you!!

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Couple on Campus

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“Kento!” You were a giggling mess as you launched yourself at the man, giant smile on your face. You hopped onto his back and his hands automatically supported your thighs. His lips curved upwards into a barely-there smile as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

Kento had long since gotten used to your touchy nature -- he had to, since the two of you were teammates back when you were students. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “How was your mission, dear?”

“As can be expected. Took less time than I thought it would, which I am thankful for.”

“Hmm?” You cocked your head to the side. “Why’s that, dear?”

“Because I now have more time to spend with you.” He punctuated his words with a soft kiss to your nose. Your face scrunched up as his lips brushed your nose, a giggle tumbling from your lips and you hugged him tighter.

“Nanamin!” At the sound of Yuji’s voice, both your head and Kento’s head whipped up to see the first years and their teacher approaching you. They must have been coming back from a mission, cuz poor poor Megumi was bandaged all over.

You chirped a happy greeting, relying on Kento to keep you stable as you waved at the group.

“You two would be the cutest couple,” Nobara sighed as the group came to a stop in front of you, a gentle smile on her face. Her comment had you meeting Kento’s eyes.

“Actually, Nobara…” You grabbed the chain hanging around your neck, pulling it out from under your shirt. Everyone’s eyes went wide as the sun glinted off the smooth silver band looped on the chain.

“Since when?!” Satoru was the first one to pounce, the taller man attacking Kento. Not keen on dying an early death, you detach yourself from your husband, biting back an amused smile.

“A few months,” you replied, giving Kento an apologetic look when his pleading eyes turned to you.

“It’s surprising you could keep something like this from him, especially for as long as you two did,” Megumi chimed in. You nodded in agreement, grasping Kento’s hand and pulling him away from Satoru. He sighed in relief, straightening his tie. The white-haired sorcerer narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, and Kento showed the nosy man the matching chain and ring hanging around his neck. He was quick to hide it away once more, and you watched Satoru’s expression freeze.

“Oh, Kento! I forgot! We’re supposed to go pick up my nephew!” You tugged on his hand, checking your watch. If you were lucky, you two would barely make it in time before the daycare closed. Before the two of you left, you bowed quickly to the first years and their stunned teacher.

“We should probably hurry, love,” picking up the pace, Kento laced his fingers with yours, bringing his lips to the back of your hand. “I doubt Gojo will be frozen for much longer.” True to his words, your retreating forms seemed to spur Satoru back to life -- you had barely reached the front gates before you heard an enraged voice shout after you.

“Nanamin, get back here, you sly fox!”

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|| DREAM SMP HEADCANON|| Ranboo with Dementia

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AYYY WHAT'S UP GUYS it's me :) i'm sorry this took so long to make, school is fxcking me over

okay okay now onto the headcanon

this will be pure angst, so be ready boys ;)

also, this is completely platonic.

insp: Everywhere at the End of Time - The Caretaker

TW/CW // anxiety, death, panic attacks, hallucinations, dementia

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GENDER NEUTRAL

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✦ - STAGE ONE

at first everything was normal, you two were best friends and did basically everything together

he ocassionally forgot little things, like where he left his pickaxe and other stuff

it was harder for him to concentrate so you always were there for him to help him with everythimg, even just little things

and he appreciates it so much

then the behaviour changes, like suddenly getting more angry and/or impatient

and being more cheerful than usual

then the anxiety, he was always scared and one time he had a really bad panic attack

you were absolutely concerned about him and decided to take care of him

you never left his side

he always talked about how scared he was

and ranted for hours

until he forgot about his problems

✦ - STAGE TWO

everything stayed like that for two years, then he started forgetting major things, like people's names

one day you two went to visit your friend, jack manifold

he couldn't remember his name or who he was

you noticed there was something wrong with him, and decided to take him to several hospitals and clinics

after several check-ups you got the results

he was diagnosed with dementia

you cried for hours while he was sitting next to you patting your back, constantly asking why you were crying

he would ask the same question several times, making you cry harder

you moved in with him to make sure he was taking his meds

"why am i taking these, (y/n)?"

'for your own sake'

one day you took him to a walk around snowchester and he looked disorientated, not knowing what was that place

✦ - STAGE THREE

everything was worse, so much worse

he lost his memory book because he misplaced it somewhere, but you don't know where

he had trouble with speaking and stumbled with his words most of the time

tubbo, his platonical husband, came to visit every now and then to check up on ranboo

but ranboo forgot who was him

"your husband? haha oh no, i don't rem...ember getting engaged, i'm sorry."

"why are you crying?"

tubbo stopped visiting after that

he often had problem differentiating colours

one day he was so depressed that he couldn't get out of the bed for two days

after that, he seemed to have trouble recognizing you

'ranboo, it's me, your best friend (y/n)! don't you remember me ranboo? please remember.'

"i... don't know who you are... i'm sorry. i don't even r...ecall having a b-best friend."

you couldn't stop crying

your best friend was slowly losing his memories, and you couldn't do anything about it

i guess it's over, isn't it?

✦ - STAGE FOUR

his memory problems got so much worse, he forgot that water could actually damage him

he was curious about the rain, so he got out one day when it was raining and put out his hand to reach the droplets

he hissed in pain when the water damaged his skin and stormed back inside

hopefully you treated his wounds quickly and told him that it was better if he stayed in bed for now

while he was in bed and you were trying to get some rest besides him, he allucinated about a whole ass wave drowning him and he started to scream, like if he was in pain

you woke up due to the screaming and tried to calm him down, hugging him tightly and shushing him

he calmed down after a few minutes, sobbing loudly and returning the hug

he was scared, he didn't want to die

he couldn't talk at this point, every noise that came out of his mouth was incomprehensible, he was unable to communicate with others normally

you couldn't understand him, he couldn't understand you

your friendship was falling apart with the time

but afterall, you were there for him.

and that warmed his heart, even if he wasn't aware of that.

✦ - STAGE FIVE

he stayed up late multiple times, just watching you sleep or looking at the window, not able to think about anything

he felt like he was disconnecting from reality, like if his soul was slowly leaving his body

everything was foggy in his mind as he started to forget who was he, what was his name and occupation, who were his friends

who were his friends? is a question that he often asked himself

he looked at you one more time while he repeated that question simultaneously

"they're my friend."

he repeated that sentence several times, like if he was reassuring himself so he wouldn't forget that you were his friend.

he wrapped his arms around you while you slept, pulling you in a gentle hug

"thank you."

why was he thanking you? he felt like you were doing something important for him

but he couldn't remember what it was.

and that frustrated him, so he started sobbing uncontrollably

but he managed to calm himself down thanks to the relaxing sound of your heartbeat

he felt like he was dying slowly, but he didn't care about that

he had a friend who cared about him, and that's what matters to him.

✦ - STAGE SIX

ranboo was worse than ever, he forgot how to eat food properly and the basic movements of the mouth to do so

so you had to help him by gently moving his jaw up and down so he could munch the food

deep down his heart, he was thankful.

he didn't understand what was happening to him or who you were, but he knew that you were his friend.

he would randomly start crying, but it wasn't out of sadness

they were tears of joy

he was thankful that you were his friend

as no one else came to visit anymore

so he spend up his last years snuggling with you, always trying to remind himself that you were special.

and he loved you dearly, platonically speaking

✦ - STAGE SEVEN

ranboo couldn't even get out of bed as he forgot how to use his legs properly, not being able to walk

so you brought him food to his bedroom and started talking with him everyday and you didn't care anymore if he didn't answer you

you knew he wasn't able to speak anymore

you even stopped caring about your life, like work and friends

you wanted to spend every single minute with ranboo so he wouldn't be alone in his last days of life.

the days passed by slowly and one day everything ended abruptly.

ranboo forgot how to breathe, his body reacted roughly to the lack of oxygen and started moving his hand uncontrollably

you were beside him scared and paralyzed, watching how the life drained slowly from him

after what seemed to be like a few minutes, he stopped moving

he gasped loudly as he remembered everything; his name, his friends, his origins, his house, his cats, his crown, his husband, l'manberg, his memory book, you.

after that, he whispered his last words:

"(y/n)?"

and boom, he was gone.

gone from this world, forever.

you shaked him in horror, screaming his name multiple times as you cried.

your best friend was gone, and you couldn't do anything about it

so i guess this is it, huh?

✦ - AFTER RANBOO // BONUS

you hosted his funeral and everyone except dream was invited

everyone cried for him, they felt guilty as no one except you were there for him when he most needed it

tubbo was heartbroken, he was in denial and left the funeral early, probably gone to spend time with michael, his son

after that, everyone went home and you noticed that a strange book was lying in your house's entrance

you went to inspect what was it and noticed the book was dusty so you cleaned it to read what the title was

the title was 'DO NOT READ'', you recognized that book as ranboo's memory book

you gasped and stormed inside the house to read it

you sat on a couch and flipped the first page, reading carefully every single page and making sure you didn't skip anything

while you were reading, a small note was found in one of the pages and you started reading it, noticing that his handwriting was more messy than usual

it read: "Hello, if you're reading this then this is embarrassing. I wanted to write out my feelings in this small note because I was scared to talk out this with (Y/N). The thing is: I'm scared. I've been losing my memories and it's scary, I'm scared of forgetting who am I or who are my friends, I don't want to lose them. I know I promised Tubbo and Michael that I would protect them, but I'm not sure if I can keep that promise anymore. Tubbo if you're reading this, I'm sorry, for everything. Things seem to go downhill everytime I forget about things, even if they're just small things like forgetting where is my crown, and I'm scared that I will eventually forget who are my friends. I don't want to lose (Y/N), they're my best friend and I'm not ready to lose them yet. I know it sounds stupid but I just wanted to write about how I feel, goodbye forever Memory Book."

oh no, you were sobbing again.

"why didn't you tell me sooner, ranboo?"

"why?"

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IT'S FINISHED, FINALLYYyyY Yy YY yes i love angst i love making people suffer

ANYWAYS thank you if you readed all of that shit, also big thanks to my friend moony for helping me with the grammar since i don't do english

moony if you're seeing this i love you /p

ANYWAYS THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!!!!

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Mist | Choi San | Chapter 5

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 8.7k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

Full story on Wattpad (don’t spoil here if you read there too)

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Seohyun woke up to her phone buzzing. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, checking who was calling. It was San. She declined the call to read the several text messages he had sent. It was something about how they were all going out for lunch and she was joining (funny how they'd stop asking now, just said it) and that she was... to go on a date with him later.

She texted back a simple OK and checked the time. It was already almost afternoon- she had slept in. After showering, she was brushing her teeth when she paused.

It was gonna be her first date with San.

"Ayyy~" she waved at her reflection, resuming. She wasn't one to make a big deal out of stuff, but she had to admit it was... a little bit exciting. And she couldn't say the same about San. He seemed like the type to take these things serious, like first dates. So she decided that she did not want to disappoint him and would put in a little bit effort.

Seohyun checked her wardrobe. She didn't have much 'cute' stuff. Her first priority was always comfort when she picked her clothes. And they were usually monochrome or dark colours. She didn't like wearing bright stuff. Her only mildly cute outfit was the green dress she'd worn the last time with Jiwoo.

She moved on way too early, Seohyun thought. There was no one to help her dress up now. Her mom...

Seohyun realized there was something. Her mother had given her some sort of a top for her birthday last year. She had buried it in the back of her closet because she had deemed it too 'fashionable' for her. Seohyun threw her clothes out to find it. Indeed, it was still there.

It was a purple blouse with lace around the neck and tiny pearls. She shrugged. She'd pair it with pants and ankle boots.

After dressing up and tying her hair in half a ponytail, she stood in front of the mirror. She looked presentable, if one ignored her still-puffy-from-sleeping face. She sighed and put on the only lip gloss she had. That could do. She smiled at her reflection once before grabbing her phone and leaving the house.

They were meeting at a new café that Yunho and Yeosang had been wanting to try on forever. Yeosang had assured them it had good reviews for their desserts too. They were all already there by the time Seohyun reached. She had spent a good minute admiring the exterior of the café while the boys laughed at her unaware self, watching her through the window.

Mingi waved at her once she was inside and they made space for her. After exchanging greetings, they decided they would order food first. They decided on ordering two of everything and sharing, and once they gave the order, they all looked at Seohyun.

"You look... like you actually made effort today," Hongjoong commented.

"What do you mean?" Seohyun asked, forgetting for a second.

"Hey, don't say that, or she'll never dress up again," San pouted, and Seohyun realized, looking down at her dress.

"Is it too much?" she asked, "I've actually, honestly, never made effort. So I need honest reviews."

"It's not too much, it's perfect," Seonghwa assured, "In fact, you could have done more, but since this is you, it's perfect."

"That sounds.... like a compliment and insult at the same time, thank you Seonghwa."

They laughed and Yeosang said, "Hongjoong's the fashionista. You should only ask him."

"Yes, yes, Seonghwa's right. You look good!"

"That's the only top I had," Seohyun sighed, looking at San who was staring at her with an adorable expression on his face. "The rest of my wardrobe, you've seen."

"I guess we're going shopping then after this. I hope you have the card on you that you liked to flex about so much," Hongjoong smirked.

"I do-"

"But we're going on our first date today-"

"WHAT?!"

Seohyun face-palmed. San had done it.

San looked at Seohyun for help and she sighed. "Well, no need to over-react, Wooyoung. As you all know, San and I are... sort of, uh... dating?"

Yunho snickered first before everyone started laughing at how awkward Seohyun suddenly got, and it was her turn to look at San for help. It wasn't everyday she lost her demeanor. Falling in love did make one a different person, she realized.

"Yeah, so you're sort of dating?" Jongho wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yes, Jongho, we're DATING." Seohyun said, "And San was planning to take me on our first date after this."

"You haven't been on your first date yet?" Wooyoung asked, "But it's been days now that you've been together! Sannie, you disappoint me!"

Before San could choke Wooyoung, Seohyun interrupted, "It was me. I was busy dealing with ghosts. It turns out Jiwoo had actually been a saint. Did anyone of you know that she used to do half my jobs?"

Everyone fell silent as they listened, "She was never 'bored' of coming to school with me. She just had so much time to kill that she'd help ghosts instead of me. I kind of miss her more now."

"That's sweet," Mingi said, "She really was a great friend."

"I know right! Anyways, this is the reason we haven't had our first date yet."

Other than San, the boys shared looks, and Seohyun saw with dread the devilish smirks appear on their faces as they announced: "Too bad! We're crashing your first date!"

San groaned and dramatically fell back in his chair while Seohyun gaped at them. "I-I'm speechless for once." Laughter filled the room as she said, "If that's what friends are for, I think I'm gonna change my mind..."

Before anyone could protest, food came and they started discussing Hongjoong's love for fashion and the various items he had reformed. Hongjoong assured her if she had a clothing item or something she would like to reform, he was the man.

"I do have this denim jacket that I'm too attached to," Seohyun thought about it, "Can you write something cool on the back of it?"

"Yes, just give me the jacket whenever you can. It'll take no more than two days, unless we have exams."

Seohyun looked at Seonghwa for confirmation and he nodded. "He also makes custom bracelets for us."

"Nice," Seohyun said, "I'd like some too," she wiggled her brows at Hongjoong, who laughed and nodded.

"So what were you gonna do on your first date?" Wooyoung and Jongho leaned in and asked Seohyun.

"San was the one in charge, ask him," she said.

"I was thinking we'd just walk aimlessly around the city..."

They both tsk-ed at San, muttering something about how he was an 'amateur' and would probably bore me to death.

"Hey, that's a nice idea actually. I don't mind."

"You're just saying that to be nice," Jongho said and Seohyun folded her arms.

"I don't say things to be nice, Choi Jongho."

Everyone hooted at that, having heard her, and Seohyun stared at her drink intensely, contemplating if she should 'accidentally' spill it on everyone.

"But she's right, actually," Yeosang said, "She doesn't say things to be nice. If she didn't like that idea, I'm sure she would have said to San with a hidden insult in between. I'm right, aren't I?"

"Thank you, Yeosang," Seohyun said, "I love you."

Yeosang saluted and San pouted, "Hey! You haven't even said that to me yet!"

Everyone was silent for a good minute before they burst out laughing, including Seohyun. San's pout went bigger and Seohyun poked him.

"Ayyy. I say that everyday, just not in words."

"OHHHH!" Everyone hooted and San actually smiled, trying to hide a blush but failing.

"How do you say it then?" Mingi asked, wiggling his brows, and Yunho made kissing sounds in the air, earning a smack from Wooyoung who was right beside him.

"Next time I encounter a dangerous ghost, I'm actually gonna befriend them," Seohyun said, smashing her now empty glass on the table as she glared at them, "I have a few ideas of how to make you all suffer."

Yunho snickered and Mingi immediately bowed, muttering praises about how Seohyun was the most kind girl he'd ever met. It was Seohyun's turn to smirk.

After they were done eating, everyone got up and they decided to go to the mall. It seemed like Hongjoong was bent on getting her good dresses, and he whispered to her that she should wear them on her dates, which actually made Seohyun flush for a good second.

"Hi," San said, holding her hand in his. He was walking with her now, both at the end while the others were ahead.

"Hey," Seohyun smiled, squeezing his hand subconsciously as she continued walking forward.

"Did you know purple is my favourite colour? I love this on you," San said, and Seohyun smiled.

"I did not. You'll have to thank my mom for this," Seohyun said, "She got me this for my birthday last year,"

"Oh, when's your birthday?"

"21st December."

"Right. So we have about two months. Is there something you want?"

"I wish my mom would be home actually," Seohyun said, "The last birthday I had with her was my 14th. I actually had fun then. Mom's friends had come, there's one that I'm close with. We had a banger then."

"That sounds fun," San smiled.

"It was," Seohyun smiled wistfully, "Now she's always busy during that time. So she just sends me a gift and a cake. And I spend my birthday alone."

San felt quite sad to hear that. "You won't be alone this year, I promise."

Seohyun looked at him. He had said that with such clarity that she believed him.

"I have a feeling that won't be the case," she suddenly said, and San almost stopped.

"What do you mean?"

"It's my gut. It's always right. I suppose it comes with the ghost thing. I just suddenly felt that wasn't going to be the case when you said that."

San put his arm around her, "You probably felt that because you've spent most of your birthdays alone. But now you have us, and there's always a chance your mom could come too. I can assure you, you won't be alone this year."

"Maybe," Seohyun let herself hope, pushing the feeling of dread back.

They reached the mall and Seohyun watched as Hongjoong and Wooyoung took the lead, discussing what would go well with her hair and skin colour, stuff that Seohyun didn't quite understand. She was too busy rejecting the ones Yunho, Mingi and Jongho were picking for her, making sure they got bright yellows and neon shades just to annoy her. They were having quite a laugh.

Seonghwa, Yeosang and San had disappeared to another shop it seemed. Wooyoung threw a top at her, ordering her to hold on herself so they could check.

"This has too many beads," Seohyun muttered.

"There are literally only 6 beads on it, stop being a child," Wooyoung said, snatching the top back from her and she pouted as they put it in the cart.

Hongjoong held another top, checking its size.

"Isn't that too short?" Seohyun asked.

"It's a crop top, Seohyun, of course it is short."

"That's basically the size of a bra! How am I supposed to wear it?!"

Hongjoong and Wooyoung tsk-ed at her. "It's not, it comes to your waist. Wear it with high waisted pants and a jacket if you can," Hongjoong threw it in the cart.

Seohyun threw her hands in the air as she looked back, the trio laughing at her misery. They were clearly enjoying. A thought struck Seohyun. She went to the three of them and asked if she should buy something for San.

"I guess he could use a new jacket," Yunho looked at Jongho and he nodded, "He's been using the same two jackets since forever."

"Help me pick," she said and dragged them to the men's section, and they picked a black denim jacket, putting it with her clothes so San wouldn't be suspicious.

After about 15 minutes, they were all done, and San, Yeosang and Seonghwa joined them as well.

"Where were you all?" Seohyun eyes them suspiciously.

"Just looking around," Seonghwa nodded, and San scratched his neck.

After they all got ice cream as refreshment, they decided to part ways, and Seohyun thanked Hongjoong and Wooyoung sincerely, saying she'd use them well.

"I'll get you both something too. Tell me what you want."

"You don't have to, just wear them, that'd be a gift," Wooyoung laughed.

"No, I can't! You guys put so much effort. I'll get you both something, just you wait," Seohyun promised.

San and her decided to walk back home, carrying the shopping bags with them.

"This is not how I had imagined our first date would go," San admitted.

"I had fun still," Seohyun smiled, "And anyway, the day is not over yet."

"It is! It's 7pm already!"

"Well, what do you say I take you on an adventure after we drop these at home?" Seohyun wiggled her eyebrows, saying, "Unless you have to go home."

"Well, no one's home today so..." San smiled, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Alright, I'll follow you."

Seohyun smiled, skipping as she walked, making San laugh out loud.

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San and Seohyun reached home, dumping the several shopping bags in the living room. They decided to eat dinner and rest a bit, and Seohyun said she'd take him somewhere, but it had to be a surprise.

After they got fresh, they had ramyeon and Seohyun fished out a jacket from her wardrobe. It was gonna be chilly. She went to the living room, searching for San's jacket and went to San.

"Try this on," she said, and San got up from the sofa, trying the black jacket on. "Where we're going, it's gonna be a bit chilly."

"Wow, it fits perfectly," Seohyun stood back to check. "It's a gift."

"Really?" San looked down at the jacket. "Did you get this today?" Seohyun nodded. San smiled, thanking her with a hug.

They locked the house, grabbing only a bag with water bottle and chocolates. They took a taxi, a 30 minute drive to a hill. Seohyun told San she knew a shortcut to get to the top, and indeed, after a short hike, they reached the top.

"The view is amazing," San said, admiring how the full moon lit the night sky, the stars in the sky bright too. The city lights down seemed like stars too.

"A few months ago, a ghost teleported me here. He had died of an accident somewhere around here, and wanted help finding his sister, who had passed away with him. Jiwoo was with me, thankfully. It took us the whole day but we found her."

"Wow, I'm glad Jiwoo was with you," San said, and they both sat on the grass, facing the moon. "Imagine if you were alone and had to go back."

"Oh, I'm not sure if they even moved on. They said they wanted to spend some time together before they moved on, since they weren't sure what life ahead had for them. They might still be enjoying the ghost life."

"Really? Isn't that... dangerous?"

"They did promise. I said I'd come back after a year, and if they hadn't moved on by then, I'd personally exorcise them."

San laughed. "That's kind of you."

Seohyun winked at him. San was looking at the stars, and she took that time to admire his side-profile. He really was a work of art.

"Byeol," San said.

"What?"

"I'm naming our cat Byeol. Now that's an acceptable name, isn't it?"

Seohyun stared at him. "I mean, I was okay with Shiber too..."

"HEY!" San tackled her, tickling her everywhere and Seohyun laughed loudly, "Do you know how much time I spent thinking of a name for the cat!"

"Stop!" Seohyun laughed, and San stopped tickling to hear her out. "I love it. Byeol. Shiber. Whatever you wanna call her."

San shook his head at her. Seohyun realized he was still on top of her. San was staring at her, rather intensely.

San touched her hair. It was a habit of his now, playing with her hair. The grey in her hair was shining thanks to the moonlight. Her eyes shone just as brightly. Her mouth was slightly parted, and San ran his thumb across her lips.

"You're beautiful," he finally said.

Seohyun wanted to tell him that she was not, but she was too flustered to say anything. His broad shoulders blocked the moonlight, making his figure shine instead. He leaned in and kissed her softly, taking his dear time, making sure every peck was slow and good.

Seohyun's internal state was a mess at this time; her heart was beating too loudly, her stomach rolling too furiously, and her mind- oh it was an absolute mess. So she just let him kiss her senseless, her hands going through his hair and back to cup his face as they kissed.

San drew apart and Seohyun held onto his neck, making them sit, and San joined her forehead with his as they caught their breath. He rested her hands on her waist, and Seohyun gulped as she took his hands and put them on her waist under her shirt this time.

San inhaled sharply at the touch, looking at her for confirmation. He was always so patient with her, which she loved about him. Seohyun cupped his face and kissed him, more forcefully now. San followed along, his hands staying at her waist only, his thumb caressing her skin there. She kissed his neck, earning a satisfying moan from him.

"You're being naughty today," San whispered.

"You're being too good today," Seohyun retorted.

"Don't challenge me, Lee Seohyun," San warned, grinning.

"What you're gonna do, Choi San?"

San shook his head once, taking his hands away from her. Seohyun was going to protest but he took off his jacket and kissed Seohyun so hard that she found herself curving back and back until she was lying on the grass. He kissed her face, her neck, her collarbone, one hand on her waist, one roaming around, and Seohyun was a mess.

"What do you say? Do you regret this now?" San asked, smirking.

"Can't say I regret it," Seohyun answered, out of breath.

San laughed, kissing her one last time before lying down with her, holding her close.

Seohyun smiled. "This reminds me of the time when we first kissed," she said, "You were so sleepy."

"I was wide awake internally," San said, making her laugh a little. Seohyun traced his face with her fingers.

"I love you, San."

San's eyes went a little wide in surprise. Seohyun continued, "I know I haven't said it before. I don't know what I waited for. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," San brought her closer as if hugging her, "You didn't have to. I see it everyday."

Seohyun smiled, "Still. I have to say it out loud. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. If I knew love would make me feel pain like this, this weird satisfying sort of pain in the heart, this ache, I would've run away. But I still love you."

"I feel the same," San said, sighing, "I feel scared for you, I'm afraid that you'll get hurt. You do such a dangerous job. I hope I could have been more help. I love you so much that I wish I'd have to do all this instead of you."

"You don't have to," Seohyun said, "This is enough. You, like this, is more than enough."

San couldn't help it; he kissed her again, and it felt like he could cry.

After a few moments, they finally got up. San wore his jacket, and said, "Oh, I almost forgot."

He took out a box from his pocket and handed it to Seohyun. Seohyun opened it to see a locket with a silver star, a single diamante shining in the middle of it.

"It's beautiful," Seohyun smiled, "Is that what you shopped for today?"

"Yep. Come here," San took the necklace from her and helped her wear it.

"Thank you. I'm never gonna take it off," Seohyun said and San laughed.

"Are you saying I should never take this jacket off too?"

"Well," Seohyun shrugged, "If you can manage."

They were laughing when Seohyun's smile suddenly fell from her face.

"There's someone behind me San," she whispered, not taking her eyes off him. "Don't look."

San almost looked away on impulse but Seohyun took his hand, grabbing his attention. "I said don't look. Smile like you were before, quick. Laugh."

San laughed awkwardly, making sure he was smiling. "Look from the corner of your eyes, can you see something?"

San did, and whispered, "I think I see something moving to your left, but it's a bit far I think."

"It's not good," Seohyun whispered, and San understood. "We're gonna have to make a run for it. On the count of three?"

San nodded, squeezing her hand.

"One. Two. Three."

San took her hand and made a dash, realizing that they couldn't go to the trail they'd come for since it was in the opposite direction. Seohyun took the lead, dragging San with her, trying to remember the other way. She looked back once and saw a sickly old woman almost caught up now. A little scream left her and they both ran, Seohyun stopping to grab a rock and aim at the woman. It narrowly missed her but distracted her long enough that they gained speed.

"Where's the other trail?" San shouted and Seohyun went through path after path, not bothering to reply. They were probably lost now.

Seohyun was about to give up and face the woman when a pair of hands grabbed her and she felt herself teleporting a few feet away from where they were, gaining more distance. She heard San gasp and looked to make sure he was okay, but hands grabbed her and she was running again.

"You!" Seohyun exclaimed. The boy and the girl- the brother and sister that had died here. She could not believe it.

"There's a cave here, we're teleporting again, grab on tight!"

Seohyun squeezed San's hand and shut her eyes. One moment she was running and the other she had jumped through time and space and was in the said cave.

"You call this a cave?" Seohyun asked. The boy ignored her, peeking out of the 'cave' as he covered the entrance with more tree branches.

San still held her hand, out of breath, taking out the bottles from Seohyun's bag and handing one to her while he drank some too.

"She lost us," The boy looked back and smiled proudly, high fiving his sister.

The boy must have been 16- he was a tall, lean kid. His short hair were spiky and his eyes were the same as his sister's- who must have been a year older. She looked at Seohyun and said, "Didn't expect to meet you like this, Seohyun."

Seohyun wiped her mouth. "Hi, Gayoung." She looked at the boy then, "Thanks, Youngjae."

"We owed you one," he said, motioning them to sit and take a breather. "We've been living here, so we kind of knew about the woman. She's an old soul, that one. I don't think you can do anything about her, best if you avoid her."

"Well, she should avoid me! Next time I'm gonna kill her-"

"I see you haven't changed," Gayoung grinned. "Who's that with you? And why is he not freaking out?"

"He's my boyfriend," Seohyun said, and Gayoung and Youngjae ooh-ed. "He knows. There was some accident, so he can see ghosts now too. Can't touch them."

"Interesting," Youngjae scanned San. "I didn't know we could teleport others too."

"Only because I was holding him. I guess because it was the two of you, it didn't require me to properly hold him. Remember Jiwoo? She tried it once. Took me to the ghost realm accidentally, with him!"

"With him!" Gayoung gasped, "Is that why he can...?"

"Yes!" Seohyun answered, "I almost died making that trip."

San elbowed Seohyun. "You call that dying?"

"Shut up. So you live here still?"

"Yes, we'll actually move on before the year completes," Youngjae said, "We're just waiting for our parent's wedding anniversary. We used to celebrate it, so we just wanna see them happy before we move on."

"Ah, that's good."

"Where's Jiwoo anyway?" Gayoung asked.

"She moved on," Seohyun sighed.

"So she finally remembered? Good for her!" Youngjae said and they nodded.

After catching up a few minutes, they decided it was safe to go back. Seohyun thanked them earnestly, saying she owed them one more now because this was too big a favour. They just dismissed it, telling her to stay safe. They guided them to another shortcut and soon the two of them were on the way home.

They stopped by at Seohyun's first, and San went inside with her for a moment, hugging her, telling her she was so brave for keeping her calm in that situation, telling her he was proud. With a kiss to her forehead, he left for home.

Seohyun washed up and fell on her bed, beyond exhausted. She recalled the day in her mind; it was a day well spent, if you ignored the last part. She smiled as she played the moments in her head; San was such a sweetheart today. She was playing with her necklace as she fell asleep.

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The few days that followed their rather adventurous first date were as normal as they could get, keeping in mind the fact that it was Seohyun's life in question. She had a tremendous amount of school work to catch up to, and several ghosts to help move on.

Having friends actually helped, Seohyun realized one day as she was doing her homework. She was an average student; she'd do great if she tried, and if she didn't... well. So they'd help her with the subjects they were good at, they'd be her personal motivators, and she'd try to return the favours as well as she could.

She'd been thinking about how she could return the long due favour to Hongjoong and Wooyoung. They'd help her update her wardrobe, and the feedbacks she'd gotten were amazing. She supposed San was a softie and would compliment her even if she was in her worst hoodie, but when critics like Yeosang complimented her, she'd feel glad. She didn't really care about how she looked, but it felt good to dress up once in a while. Special occasions only.

Seohyun sighed as she shut her notebook close and got up, stretching. She found herself going to the music room. There were no drums anymore to relieve her of her stress, but she supposed she could do with something else. The violin reminded her of San as she picked it up, and she kind of missed him, so she put that down. She went to the piano, and inhaled. She'd be playing it for the first time now, after Joon Hyuk.

She tested the keys; it sounded out of tune. But she let her fingers naturally roll over them, found herself playing a familiar tune, the one Joon Hyuk had taught her. She smiled as she played. It had truly been a while.

After she was done, she nodded as she figured out what she'd get Hongjoong and Wooyoung. Something they really needed.

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"You're the best!" Wooyoung tackled Seohyun in a tight hug, making Seohyun yell as she tried to push him away.

"How did you come up with this idea?" Hongjoong asked as he admired the speakers in front of him.

"I noticed you could use speakers here without disturbing anyone. And with how loud you all are, you definitely needed it."

Seonghwa connected the speakers to his phone, blasting full volume as he checked them, his mouth turning into an O as he nodded in admiration. "They must have cost you quite a bit?"

"Oh, it's okay. Let's forget about that part," Seohyun waved him off, and Yunho ruffled her hair.

Mingi passed her a juice box and she sipped on it, checking the time. "I have to go now. Mom's coming home tonight."

"Do you want me to walk you home?" San asked.

"Oh, don't bother, enjoy these speakers," Seohyun said, giving him a fist bump as she left. She hummed along as she walked, but she had only taken one turn when she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

Another ghost? She had just dealt with one right after school, before joining the boys in the warehouse.

Something flashed right behind her and she whipped to her left, stumbling. She checked left and right but it seemed the ghost had disappeared. But something about its rotting scent was familiar-

Seohyun's breath left her as she was pushed, and she turned just in time so she'd hit the wall with the side of her body instead of face first. She winced in pain, pushing the hair out of her eyes. There was no one there.

But she didn't have to check who it was. The scent had been enough for her.

Seohyun contemplated running home or back to the warehouse. Ghosts couldn't enter property without the owner or mediator's permission, and since the warehouse was the closest, she decided she'd make a run for it.

She smelt it as she run, dodging one attack but getting scratched on the back near her shoulder with something sharp- she assumed it was nails. Seohyun ran faster; glad for all the running she'd done as a kid, wishing a good soul would appear and help her. But it was only her- a useless mediator with the power to only see and touch the ghosts, against a vengeful spirit.

Seohyun turned and she was in front of the warehouse. She could hear the music blast and she ran even faster if she could, until she came within what she assumed was the boundary of the property. She turned and indeed, she saw the woman, this time in the clear of the day. She wasn't sure if she could even call it a woman at this point; it was a tangle of overgrown hair, pale skin and dark eyes with purple lips. And long, long nails.

Seohyun shook her head as it disappeared and she stood in the middle of the road, contemplating once again if she should go home and risk encountering them again, or going to the warehouse, and encountering THEM.

She threw her hands in the air in frustration and went inside the warehouse.

"Oh, she's back-" Jongho paused mid-sentence as he saw the disheveled figure of Seohyun, with a bruise on her cheekbone.

Seohyun walked to them, looking at San whose eyes were wide. "It's her," she said, "the one from that hill."

San came to her, inspecting her face; the bruise was light, thankfully. "Are you hurt somewhere else?"

"On my back, I think," Seohyun turned her neck to see and indeed, her shirt was torn where those nails had scratched her. San took her to the sofa and Seonghwa brought a first aid kit, Seohyun eyeing it warily. "I should ask why you have a first aid kit."

"For a day like this, I suppose," Hongjoong said, handing her a glass of water. Seohyun looked at him once as she drank.

"How did she find you?" San asked, taking her hand and caressing it.

"It took her a while to find me, it's been more than two weeks."

"What happened?" Hongjoong asked and Seohyun explained, everyone sitting around her to hear her story.

"Why do ghosts start to look like that?" Yeosang asked.

"I don't exactly know, but time does that to them, I think."

"Don't they look scary?" Wooyoung asked.

"They look scary, but I think the fact that they were human once makes it less scarier to me?" Seohyun shrugged. She grabbed the ointment, applying it to the wound on her face. Then she looked at Seonghwa. "Is the wound on my back bad?"

Seonghwa peeked at what he could see from the torn part of her shirt, there were long cuts. "I think you should get them treated."

"Can you do something about it right now? I'll get them treated later," Seohyun said, biting her lip. Seonghwa nodded. He inspected her state, then said in a low voice, "You'll have to take off your shirt."

Seohyun groaned. At times like this, she really did miss Jiwoo.

"Or we can cut your shirt, since it's already torn," Seonghwa suggested, looking at her with a sad look in his eyes.

"I'll take it off," Seohyun said, "Let's not be awkward about this, okay? Which one of you is the best at first aid?"

"Seonghwa definitely," Mingi said.

"Should I do it?" San asked.

"You're the worst at it," Wooyoung muttered, making Seohyun scoff.

"It's just when it's someone I'm close to! I can't bear it!"

The two of them started to argue, and Seohyun decided to stop them. "I'd like you all to disappear to a corner while Seonghwa does his job. Give me some privacy. And San, you can stay if you want to."

The rest of the boys rushed away, and Seohyun bit her lip. "Not how you thought you'd see me without a shirt for the first time, eh San?"

Seonghwa went into a fit of coughs while San gaped at her statement, finally giving in after a few seconds and laughing, shaking his head. "You really pick the worst time for jokes."

"Alright, here goes," Seohyun turned her back to them and took off her shirt, San helping her hold her hair. She was left in a black bra. She wasn't flustered; not when the exposed wound left her skin stinging, and she sucked in her breath.

San helped her sit on the floor and she brought her arms to her chest, her hair covering the rest of her as Seonghwa carefully applied ointment on the three parallel scratches that ran from her shoulder all the way to the the middle of her back.

"She got you bad, Seohyun," San said worriedly, "what if she comes here?"

"She can't," Seohyun answered, "Can't enter property without owner or my permission."

"That's useful," Seonghwa muttered.

"That's actually handy, Seonghwa," Seohyun had noticed the sarcasm in his voice; she supposed he was angry at the whole situation. "I'm glad I was near when it happened." She rested her head on her knees, San watching Seonghwa apply bandages now, so careful with it. He was definitely being extra careful.

San went to get an extra shirt they had around for Seohyun, and Seonghwa finished up. Seohyun peeked at the bandages, impressed.

"Thanks, Seonghwa."

"Don't mention it," Seonghwa put the stuff back in the kit, "I wish you'd be more careful in the future."

"I can't help it, Seonghwa, believe me, I'm the most careful now," Seohyun said and Seonghwa locked his eyes with her.

"I just don't want to see you hurt, Seohyun-ah. It pains me."

"I know," Seohyun sighed, "I understand."

Seonghwa hesitated then patted her head. "I'm sure you did well back then," he smiled warmly.

"Finally. Thanks again," Seohyun laughed, and San was back. Seohyun took the shirt from him and wore it, standing up. "I'll take a taxi now."

"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" San asked.

"Oh no, it's okay now. She can't follow me in a taxi."

"Okay, at least let me walk you out."

Seohyun said thanks and bye to them all, and they told her to be careful. San and her walked out of the warehouse, and San grabbed her hand, bringing her in for a hug. Seohyun hugged him back, her arms on his back, smiling.

"Were you scared back then?" San asked.

"A little," Seohyun admitted, "Just glad I was near."

San broke the hug, putting her hair behind her ears, touching her cheek below the bruise. "Does it hurt?"

"This? Nope. The one in the back, yes, a little."

"Do get proper treatment," San said, looking at her worriedly.

"I will," Seohyun laughed, "Don't worry too much?"

"How can I not?" San shook his head, leaning forward to kiss her. "Your taxi's here."

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Seohyun reached home, cleaning the mess around the house, until she heard the sound of the door opening. Her mother was home.

Seohyun said hello and smiled at her. She looked nothing like her mom; she was tall, had pointy features and narrow eyes, and she looked sharp and intelligent. Her dark hair reached her shoulders. She put her handbag on the table and came to gave her a hug.

"How have you been?"

"Just the usual," Seohyun said, "What about you?"

"Ugh, I've been so busy," she said, collapsing on the sofa. "What do we have for dinner?"

"I'll set the table," Seohyun said. She had prepared her favourite dishes with the help of their previous housemaid, who she was still on good terms with. The old woman would drop by every once in a while, and she'd exchange her kimchi and some traditional dishes for Seohyun's pastas and desserts that she loved.

The mother and daughter caught up on studies and work as they ate. She told Seohyun she would have a busy time in the following month, but she'd try to come for her birthday, or else it was gonna be Christmas.

"How's the ghost business?" Her mother asked, drinking water.

"Was going well, until today I encountered an evil one," Seohyun said, "You'd have to help me with a wound I got on my back."

Her mother stared at her. "Are you alright?"

"Oh I am," Seohyun nodded, "I'll deal with her, I was just caught off-guard. She got me for a second."

"I hope you do," her mother said, "Tell me if you need help."

Seohyun smirked at her, "Wrong thing to say."

Her mother laughed, "Yeah, you probably know way more people than I do. Come on, let me have a look."

Seohyun showed her, and her mother winced. She helped change her bandages and gave her a doctor's information so she could visit and get treated, make up a story about how it was a stray dog or something. Seohyun thanked her, and after chatting a while, she left her to sleep.

"When will you return to work?" Seohyun asked.

"Tomorrow evening. I'll see you off for school in the morning. We'll see each other next month then."

"Oh, okay. Goodnight," Seohyun said, coming to her room and lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She wished she had stayed longer. But it was okay.

This was enough.

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A week had passed without further incidents. Seohyun was careful; she'd take taxi if she could, or she'd keep the sibling duo with her. She called them in, saying she'd owe them one if they could teleport her when needed. So the duo happily stick with her, saying they were bored of living in the hills and would like to visit a school too.

The boys had become friendly with the duo; they'd either communicate through San (who had given up now; he was quite tired of being their voice) or through the old-fashioned way: notebooks. They'd pretend to be studying in class when in fact they'd be having a conversation with the ghosts.

"I have a question," Yeosang said to Seohyun in the middle of class. Seohyun, who had been staring at Mingi and Gayoung conversing, looked at Yeosang.

"How would you get rid of old ghosts like the one you encountered?"

"Good question," Seohyun said, "There are a few options. I could try to talk sense into them. If that doesn't work, I get help from the good ghosts and threaten them. Like, every ghost had some sort of faith, right? Usually works if you use their god against them."

"But what if they have no faith anymore?"

"Goodnight, then, I guess," Seohyun said and Yeosang gasped. "You take help from actual exorcists then too. I once did. Got quite rough, but it works."

"Sounds dangerous," he muttered.

"Kind of," Seohyun agreed.

Seohyun was walking home after school with her new ghost friends when she sensed something amiss. "Just when I thought it was over."

Gayoung and Youngjae covered her back and front defensively. The woman appeared out of nowhere, stopping when she saw the ghosts.

"Well, well," she said, and Seohyun winced. Her voice sounded creepy. "What do we have here?"

"What do you want?" Seohyun asked.

"Death of you," the woman laughed, "Don't try to talk me out of it. You can't."

"What good is that gonna do to you?" Seohyun asked, genuinely curious.

The woman laughed again, this time sarcastically. "Don't tell me you didn't know? When a mediator dies, there is a short time period during which there is no other mediator in the world. That's when ghosts can do whatever they want; trespass, interact with humans, and much more."

"How is that true? I mean, if it were really true, more people would be trying to kill me, won't they?"

"Oh dear," the woman smiled this time, all knowingly, which sent chills throughout her body, "That's why it's a secret, isn't it?"

Gayoung and Youngjae shared looks. If it was true, they could interact with their parents, which was all they wanted. But they wouldn't harm Seohyun for that. Not after all she had done for them.

"I'll be back, girl," the woman's voice was sure, "When you least expect it. And I'll make sure I hear you screaming before you die."

The three of them watched as she gave her a long final look before she disappeared. They were quite for a few seconds and Seohyun caught her breath. "Don't tell me you both want to kill me now too."

"Oh, we wouldn't," Gayoung said, "We really wouldn't."

"You sound very assuring, noona," Youngjae said sarcastically, earning a tsk as he looked at Seohyun. "Let's get you home. We'll look for someone else who can get rid of that old bitch."

Seohyun nodded and they walked home, the duo arguing while Seohyun just walked blankly. She couldn't get the look the ghost had given out of her head. She sounded so sure. As if she had something already planned for her.

Seohyun sat in front of the TV for hours, her mind blank. All she could think was how her gut had felt when she'd said that. As if that was something that was bound to happen. Was she really gonna die?

Seohyun had never been too afraid of dying; not like an average person. For her, it was a life full of danger. She had welcomed and played with aspect of death. But her life had changed drastically over the past months. She had found people to live for. And that meant she was more scared this time.

Her phone buzzed and she read the text. It was from San asking if she wanted him to come over. Seohyun bit her lips in thought. Then she texted 'come over with chocolate ice cream please'.

And San did so. They sat on the sofa, watching TV and eating ice cream as they talked about this and that. Seohyun somehow found it very easy to talk to him, and so did San. He told her all about how he used to live in the countryside when he was little (hence the slight accent), he had mostly grown up with his grandparents because his parents were busy people.

"Don't you miss your parents when they're away?" Seohyun asked. Her ice cream was finished.

"I do, of course. Don't you?"

"I miss my mom sometimes," Seohyun admitted. "She's not as bad as you all think."

San gave her a pointed look and she threw a pillow at him, which he caught. "Come on, you have to admit. She talks to me. She let's me do normal stuff. She doesn't think I'm crazy. And she remembers my birthday every year. That's more than I can ask for."

"Don't you wish she did more?"

"I used to, but then I just accepted it. It's just the way it is."

San looked at her and spread his arms for her. She just threw another pillow at him, rolling her eyes. "I'm serious."

"Okay, okay. What about the ghost?"

"Well," Seohyun sighed and told him what had happened. San listened intently.

"Is there something we can do about it?" he asked.

"I'll go to that exorcist I know, but San," Seohyun turned to face him, "Something's different this time. I can't shake the feeling that something bad is gonna happen."

"It's probably just you overthinking?"

"No, it's different this time," Seohyun sounded sure, and San was actually surprised, "Something is gonna happen and it's gonna be bad. God, I want to cry."

San watched as she put her head in her hands, sighing. She heard San scoot over and she scooted away. "If you hug me now, I'm afraid I'll really cry."

"It's okay to cry, Seohyun, come here," San grabbed her arm and brought her in for a hug, and Seohyun let herself cry. It had been so long since she'd last cry.

"I'm sorry," Seohyun said, sniffing, "I miss Jiwoo a lot, if she was here, she would have handled this so well. I can't help but feel scared for you."

"Do you think something's gonna happen to me?" San asked as he patted her head.

"No. I don't know. I don't know and it's making me so frustrated," Seohyun said and cried harder. San only patted her back, muttering comforting words.

Seohyun drew back and wiped her face. "Sorry for crying on you."

"Anytime," San laughed. "I can understand that you're scared Seohyun, tell me what I can do for you."

"Just- stay with me. That's enough."

San nodded, taking her hand. "Do you want me to play something for you?"

Seohyun raised her brow, "Can you?"

"I can play the piano a little bit, unless you want me to play the violin and scare the dead away."

Seohyun laughed, "Let's go."

They went to the room, and San showed her what he'd learnt from Hongjoong of the piano. Seohyun appreciated the gesture, and on his insistence, she played the violin for him again, and he watched her adoringly.

When she was done, she put the violin down. "I came here a few days ago. I wanted to play the violin but I couldn't because it reminded me of you and I missed you. I played today. It seems like now I only play for you."

Seohyun was packing the violin when San hugged her from the back, his arms around her waist as he rocked them back and forth. Seohyun smiled. He was such a romantic.

"I like that," he whispered in her ear, making her laugh because it tickled. He nibbled on her ear, making her laugh.

"It's like the music room does something to you, San, you become such a romantic."

"I can assure you I'm the same anywhere else too," he said, still hugging her.

Seohyun looked at the clock. It was already 10 pm and they had no school tomorrow. She broke the hug and looked at him, his hands on her waist now.

"I know it's too much to ask, San, and I need you to give an honest answer, okay? I won't mind. But, can you... stay here tonight?" Seohyun almost whispered, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I'm just- I can't be alone tonight. I feel it. Something's gonna happen."

San touched her face, nodding. "Of course. If you want me to. I'll leave early in the morning."

Seohyun sighed in relief, a tear escaping her eye, "Thank you, San. Thank you."

San wiped the tear from her face. He felt scared about how she was feeling too. It was so unusual. Seohyun was always so strong, and she felt so... human. He couldn't leave her like this. He bent down and kissed her lips slowly, her arms going around his neck and her hands in his hair, clearly glad for the distraction.

She broke apart and took his hand, taking him to her bedroom, only the dim lamp on. She pushed him on the bed, surprising him, as she shut the door and kicked off her shoes, climbing on the bed and sitting on his lap. His arms were holding him from lying down and Seohyun went to cup his face and kiss him, so deeply as if she was saying her thanks through this. San's stomach turned, his heart beating wildly and he took the chance, taking one arm to grab her, but fell flat on the bed.

Seohyun was now on top of him. She stared at him for the longest time, and it made San feel so many different things. He saw the necklace he had given her dangling off her neck, and his hand went to touch it as a smile made its way on his face.

Seohyun smiled too then gave him soft pecks on his lips, both of them smiling through it. She was taking her sweet time and San had enough. He flipped her down, now on top of her, making her gasp in surprise as he smirked. But his smirked wiped off as she leaned forward and took his shirt off, running her hands through his toned body.

"Damn, San, I didn't know you worked out," Seohyun smirked.

San only smiled as he kissed her, loving the feeling of her hands all over him. His hands went to her waist and she broke apart for a second, motioning him to unbutton her shirt. San looked at her to make sure it was okay and she nodded, rolling her eyes but smiling.

"Is your wound okay now?" San asked as he unbuttoned her shirt.

"Probably left a scar," Seohyun muttered and he made her sit so he could check.

She was right. 3 parallel scratches had left their scar. It would take time to fade. "You reminded me of that ghost again, San. Distract me."

San kissed her bare shoulder, making her gasp, and kissed and nibbled on her neck, playing with her necklace. Seohyun moaned and felt San smile. She slapped his shoulder, making him laugh. "You asked for it," he said.

"I'm gonna make you moan so loud, Choi San-"

"Sshh," he said, kissing her passionately. Seohyun took that chance to bite on his lower lip while her hands gripped his waist now, and that earned her a moan. It was her turn to smile. San kissed her some more, before lying down with her, pulling the covers over them.

"It's late," he said, bringing her closer, "Sleep now."

"I don't wanna..." Seohyun said, putting her arm around him and kissed his neck, earning a sigh.

"I'm not gonna be able to stop if you keep doing that," San sighed. Seohyun melted at his words.

"Glad to know that," she whispered, but just hugged him, kissing his shoulder innocently now.

"I love you, San. You know that, right?"

"I know," he whispered back.

"I should tell you that everyday. Hell, I should have told you that everyday. I'm sorry."

"Seohyun," San made her face him, "You don't have to. I know that. You don't even have to say it out loud."

"Still," Seohyun said, "I should have told you that everyday."

San stared at her. He kissed her forehead and hugged her. "I love you too. And you know that right? I say it everyday, goofily, jokingly, or sometimes serious. But you still know it, even when I say it as a joke. That's because you know, just like I do."

Seohyun nodded. She buried her face in his chest, going under the covers, his arms securely around him.

"Goodnight, love." San whispered.

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[mariesocuniverse]

A Bouquet

NCT is invited to Donghyun’s wedding

Era: 2018, Post Black on Black

In all the years of performing together, NCT and the Kang family had become friends. Enough so that Donghyun, Mae’s brother, invited the whole group to his wedding.

The group was divided in three tables to accommodate all 18 members, while Mae sat with her family. 

She sang a song dedicated to her brother and his lovely wife, Hayoon, and even gave a speech at the reception. 

When it was time for Hayoon to throw the bouquet, Mae was (forcefully) brought to the dance floor. She didn’t really believe in these these type of traditions but the wife herself requested her to join the group so she complied. 

She sat near the edge of the dance floor, close to the table where NCT Dream sat. 

“Mae hyung can I help plan your wedding if you catch it?” Chenle called out behind her. 

She snorted. “I’m not getting married any time soon so why not.”

She stayed sitting as Hayoon waved the bouquet above all the bachelorettes waiting to catch it. Less chance of her catching the bouquet if she was near the ground.

Hayoon counted to three and tossed the bouquet behind her.

Screams of excitement turned to cheering.

Everyone turned see Mae frozen in shock as she stared at the beautiful bouquet in her hands.

“Aigoo our little Miyoung’s growing up so fast!”

Ayyy there’s no way Miyoung’s gonna end up married before me!”

“I always knew this was gonna happen.”

Her ears were filled with everyone’s yelling. There were both complaints and cheering. How they should’ve been the ones who caught it or excited about Mae’s love life.

“Hyung you said I can help plan! No taking it back now!” Chenle yelled, the most excited he’s been the entire wedding.

“Holy shit..” 

She turned to see Renjun staring at the bouquet before looking back at her. Both of their eyes widened when they had eye contact. Mae looked down at the bouquet then back at him, a light blush on her face. 

“Nope! Not happening!” 

Mae was brought back out of her trance when she saw her brother approach her.

 “Donghyun oppa-”

 “Nope,” He cut her off,” No dating until your 30!” 

She didn’t even have a chance to speak before someone else spoke up. “ You’re too young to be dating young lady!” Yuta said, as he and Johnny rushed to her side. 

“Guys I’m an adult.” She tried to reason with the boys. Mae snuck a glance at Renjun, who was being interrogated (and teased) by the rest of NCT. She had a soft smile on her face. This, however, didn’t go unnoticed by Johnny.

“YAH! What’s with that look?”

Donghyun shook his head and side-eyed Renjun. “Yuta, take her away from him before her innocence gets tainted.” He ordered. Yuta complied and lifted her up bridal style, dashing to the other side of the room with Johnny following him.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY INNOCENCE TAINTED?”

[always-against-the-grain]

winter break pt I

Summary: You come home for winter break and pick things up with your neighbor. Continuation of farewell.

Pairing: AU Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: AU Negan, Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough-ish smut

A/N: no proof read. we die like men.

“Jesus fuck” you quickly shuffled inside your front door escaping the cold air outside. You had hands cupped over your mouth, blowing warm air into them. 

You’re father tossed your bag by the staircase as you turned the corner to the kitchen. 

“Ayyy she’s back!” Negan said with a mouthful of chip and guac that he preparing. 

“Hey” you waved at him before your mom swooped in to give you a tight hug. 

You embraced her, “Hi mom! Missed you.”

“You have no idea!” She replied before releasing you and holding both your cold hands. 

“Hey, Frankie this the one?” You heard a fimilar voice coming from the steps. 

It was Diana, holding the velvet green table cloth your family used every year around this time. 

She gave your hands a squeeze, before attending to Diana. 

“Yes, that’s the one” your mom answered, reaching to take it from her. 

“Diana this is Eddie, you’ve always just missed her”

“Diana is Negan’s girlfriend” your mom added. 

“Very Nice to meet you honey” she said smiling and giving you a soft handshake “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I’m sure you have 

“Nice to meet you too” your cheeks flushed red. Luckily that could easily be explained by the weather. 

You glanced over at Negan who was sipping on his mug to cover his smirk. 

“What time is this game on?” Your dad indirectly asked Negan flipping through the channels. 

“Uh, I think 7” he responded 

“Oh, we got a good two hours then.” 

“Alright, I’m gonna go get cleaned up. I’ll be back” you announced. 

“Need help with your bag?” Your mom asked not wanting you to do a thing while you were here home. 

“Nah, I got it” 

“I’ll help you Eddie” Diana offered

“No no no it’s okay” you tried to deflect her help 

Your words had to effect as he picked up your duffle and gestured with her arm for you to go up the steps first. 

You walked up the steps, heart pumping extra hard, in sync with your steps. 

On the last step the tip of your shoe caught the edge of the step and you tripped. Your quick successive steps prevented you from falling. 

“Whoa, watch it!” Diana laughed trailing behind you, duffle over her shoulder. 

“This is my room here” you walked in first

Diana set your bag down on your bed looking around the room, at your drawings pinned to your wall. 

You began taking off your winter coat. 

“I got you” Diana snuck up behind you, helping slip your arms through the sleeves 

Feeling her close behind sent tingles from your neck to your toes. 

“Thanks” you responded while she reached in you closet to put it on a hanger. 

You shuffled through your closet looking for a clean shirt. You landed on a thick black tee. 

You stared at it momentarily and turned to Diana. 

“I’m gonna change...” you hinted that you needed some privacy  

She reached for the hanger in your hand, “So, change...”

You reluctantly gave up the article of clothing. 

It felt like an eternity reaching for the hem of your shirt before pulling it through your head and shoulders. You immediately had goosebumps, partly due to the change in temperature, partly because you were in front of Diana for the first time in months and already topless. 

In the time you undressed your upper half Diana was standing behind you again. You became aware of her presence when she pulled your hips back into hers, lightly grinding. 

She gently bit your upper trap as she nibbled towards your neck. You turned your face towards her. Once your lips met her tongue slipped into your mouth. 

It was far too short. You sighed through your nostrils as Diana removed herself from the kiss, leaving you hot and bothered. 

“Get dressed” she said handing you your un-hung shirt. She softly patted your hip before stepping out. 

Fuck. Fuck Diana. Fuck Negan. Fuck Christmas. 

You hated how they could cleverly peel back your layers until you were nothing but nerves, reacting to any stimulus, seeking pleasure. In less than 5min with them you were already pent up, release on your mind. 

I’ll be quick - no there’s not enough time, you began debating with yourself, just do it. You’re wasting time. They’ll know - no they won’t. 

Fuck it. 

You locked the door and took care of yourself. 

You headed back down right in time, as the table was now set up for dinner.  

Negan and Diana were seated together across from your parents, your father in front of Negan and your mother across Diana. You sat the head of the table. Between your mom and Diana. 

Dinner felt normal despite the secret affair. 

You updated everyone on your semester and future plans. Negan cracked jokes with your dad, you added zingers to them. Diana asked questions about you, her attempt to get to know you was executed perfectly. She knew how to work a conversation. 

Diana occasionally brushed her leg onto yours. Turning you on, you to shifted in your seat every time. Amusing her. 

“You alright honey” your mom asked, noticing your movements. 

“Uh, yeah, my back just a little locked up from the flight” 

“Maybe Diana can help you out. She’s a PT y’know” your mom offered Diane’s services. 

“No no wouldn’t want to mooch of her. I’ll be alright” you responded

“It’s no problem Eddie. I can loosen you up just say the word” she said before taking a bite of her food.

“I’ll be fine” you kindly reassured them.

Conversations on conversation led to Negan and Diana making an announcement. 

“With Eddie graduating this year, you fine folks celebrating 25 years of marriage, we want to add to the good” Negan started.

“You’re pregnant?” Your mom jumped to conclusions excited for her friends. 

“Your are outside your mind” Diana laughed chugging the remainder of her wine. 

“No not that” Negan led to the announcement, “We’re getting hitched”

“Yay!” Your mom hopped of her seat give Diana and Negan a hug, almost putting both of them into a choke hold. 

“Congrats man” Your dad shook Negan’s hand across the table and raised his glass to Diana before taking a sip

“Congratulations guys” you smiled, genuinely happy for them 

“Thanks Eddie” the couple said together 

“So what do you say Klause, plan my Bacholeor party?”

“Fuck yes” your dad grinned happy for his buddy

“Wait does this mean I’m your best man too?”

“I wouldn’t do that do you haha! My brother is, but he can’t plan for shit” 

Diane and your mom having a conversation of their own. 

“Frankie, it would mean so much if you were one of my bridesmaids?” 

“Of course” she accepted. 

“You guys decided on a date?” Your mom asked 

“We’re thinking in late May of next year”

__________

After dinner you all were scattered in the living room watching the game. 

“You said you’re studying graphic design right Eddie?” Diana asked during halftime

“That is correct”

“Do you mind if consult with you regarding invitations?”

“Yeah, no problem. Do you have some ideas in mind?” you asked

“We do. Let me get your number before I forget”

She handed you her phone.

__________

Later that night you were about to crawl into bed when your phone buzzed on your night stand. 

It was an unsaved number. Diana’s surely. 

It was 2 short clips. 

The first clip was Negan’s legs splayed on his bed, Diana between them sucking his dick. 

Good thing your volume was on the lower end because the next clip was the backside of Diana with Negan plunging in and out of her from behind. This clip was a little longer with Negan slowing down to show is entire member exit her and shoved himself back inside. 

That was the last of it. Until you saw three little dots. 

The next message was an image of Negan’s cum dripping out Diana’s entrance. 

You could feel wetness beginning to pool between your legs. 

Three little dots 

- You could’ve been here if you didn’t take care of yourself earlier 

- Goodnight sweat heart

How the fuck did they know?

__________

The next morning, once your folks left for work you barged into Negan’s back door. 

“What the fuck!” he yelled from the kitchen, “You scared the shit outta me kid!” 

“YOU what the fuck!” You were frustrated, emotionally and sexually. 

“Hahaha, didn’t enjoy the show last night?” He asked nonchalantly as he continued prepping steak in a type of sauce. 

“You can’t do that! What if I opened it in front of my parents?”

“What are you really mad at? That we sent it? Or that you weren’t invited?” 

Shit. I don’t know. You thought to yourself. 

“That’s what I thought” Negan responded to your silence.

“Well, I’m here now” your impulse taking over. You walked to him and palmed him through his black jeans. 

“Woah, Eddie...” he said softly moving his hips away from your touch, hands still in the bowl, drenched. 

“I’m— I’m cooki—“ he stopped, removed his hands from the bowl and rested his wrists against the counter as you pecked your lips over the rough fabric of his pants.

“Fuck. You really wanna do this right now?”

Your eyes staring up at him, you nodded. 

You stood up and pulled him by his waistband toward the living room, Negan tried to stop at the sink first to wash his hands but you yanked him away. 

“Ed-“

You plopped him in the couch and got between his knees. 

“Diana won’t be happy if I dirty this couch” he gestured at his sauce covered hands “she picked it out”

“Then don’t” you challenged his self-control

“And you better not touch me with those dirty hands either”

You undid his belt buckle followed by his button and zipper. Negan helped you by lifting his hips of the couch while you slid his pants to his ankles. His hands slightly in the air, careful not to stain anything.  

His semi-hard member rested against his thigh. You started at his inner knee, licking and kissing your way up. You could feel his quads tense up. Once you were a peck away from his shaft your mouth went to his other inner thigh, pressing your soft lips against his hairy skin. 

“Oh Eddie, you don’t want continue what you’re doing” he warned you. 

“Or what? You won’t fuck me again? You won’t have your wife eat me out again?” you retaliated, in hopes to get him to realize he can’t resist you either. 

You took the head of dick on your mouth. Swirling you tongue around it. 

Negan’s head leaned back, finally having enough stimulation, “agh! fuck!”

You eventually started sucking him mid-way, stopping at his tip every so often. He would frequently lift his hips trying to get more of himself in your mouth. 

“You want me to go deeper?” You popped off him and pumped him slowly. 

Negan looked at you with some rage but also desperation. 

“Yes” he said reluctantly. 

You slowly put his member entirely in your mouth. Having good control on your gag reflex. Negan taking notice. 

“Not gagging I see. Did your little whore ass get some practice this semester? How many guys did you ask to suck off? How many got to come in that pretty little mouth?”

You continued to take him all the way. Then you deep throated him and held yourself there. 

“Oh fuck, mhmm” Negan’s orgasm building. 

You slipped off him all the way. Viscous saliva linking his dick to your lips. 

You brought yourself to the brink again. Holding that position. 

“I’m close” Negan breathed out quietly “and you’re gonna swallow all of it.”

You removed yourself. 

“Actually” you said wiping your mouth “I think you can take it from here. Or I can text your wife to finish for me.”

Negan took a frustrated breath trough his nose. 

Still on your knees, hips resting on your ankles, you stared at him briefly, giving him a in a what-now-? look

He swiftly took his shirt off, staining it with his hands, but he used it as a barrier between his sauce-covered hands and your hair. 

He sloppily guided your head and mouth to his member. You didn’t expect this to take this turn, but it turned you on.

You felt the urge to gag as his dick was entirely in your mouth. You tried to control it. 

“Breathe” His words helped you control it a little longer.

A few gags slipped out as he continued to hold you in place. He began talking dirty to you. 

“Not so experienced now are we”

“Choke on it you little slut” 

“You never know your limit do you? Or do love crossing lines?”

His comments built your own arousal.

Negan was on the brink of orgasm. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby” He held your head in place while his hips began thrusting upwards.

His depth became more shallow the faster he thrusted, and you appreciated the decrease in restraint he had on your head.

On his last thrust he pushed deeply and firmly brought your head down. You felt his pubic hair brush your nose.

“ughhh!” he gritted as he came. 

“Swallow.” He ordered as his orgasm subsided 

He slowly released the pressure he had on your head, letting you come off him. Simultaneously gulping the warm liquid. 

“You swallowed it all?”

“Yes”

“Say ‘I swallowed all your cum Negan’” he firmly cupped your chin. 

“I swallowed all your come Negan” you spoke through your restricted jaw. 

“That’s a good girl” he released his grip. 

“Now go upstairs and shower. Diana will be home any minute now, and she’ll want you clean” he said before pulling his pants up and walking to the kitchen to wash his hands. 

[sweetalnazar]

New fic drop ayyy

FIC: LIKE FLOWERS BLOOMING

CHAPTER 1: RIBBON BRAIDS AND SLEEPOVERS

Summary: In which Asra recalls how his opinion of a certain red-haired handmaiden was changed, for the better. Much better :3c

1.8k. Asra/Portia. Eventual Romance, Slow Burn. (Reluctant) Friends to Lovers. Slice of Life, Fluff.

 Ft my fan apprentice, Mine~

Other relationships mainly shown as platonic but can be interpreted as romantic too!

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It was uncertain when she had become so precious.

There was a time, Asra could have sworn, when he could only view Portia with suspicion.

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She had been friends with Mine first, which was not that surprising; then Muriel, which had been extremely surprising; and logically speaking, when you stopped to think about it, it was obvious Asra would be her next target.

Of course someone both Mine and Muriel trusted couldn’t be all that bad. Surely not.

It was just… Asra did not like strangers poking into his affairs, he did not want to share parts of himself out of obligation. And there seemed to be a building pressure to bridge the gap between him and Portia, in regards to his inner circle.

The time Asra had found Muriel at her cottage, the two of them cooing over peeping chicks; the frequent afternoons Portia came by the shop to gossip with Mine; the one day Muriel had asked––softly, his forehead creased with worry–– if they could have her over for tea at their forest hideaway.

Muriel hadn’t even wanted Mine to know about the hut at first. And now he wanted to invite someone he’d barely known for a couple of months?!

If it wasn’t for the fact she was a novice at magic, Asra would have started searching for charm spells or love potions. A part of him wondered if he still should.

Portia herself wasn’t all bad. She was like Mine in some aspects, bright and sunny and always able to make everyone around her smile.

But Mine had their quiet moments, when they were absorbed in their magical studies, when they withdrew away from the world to take a breath.

Portia did not seem to have anything like that built into her personality. Maybe Devoraks couldn’t help but thrive off chaos and crowds all the time. She always seemed to be hurrying around the city on some errand or another, at least five different people stopping to say hello. And somehow, she never faltered when it came to remembering their names.

They were incompatible, Asra had concluded at last. He and Portia had little in common, aside from their friend group, which wasn’t that hard considering she knew the names of almost everyone in Vesuvia.

And so Asra maintained a cool distance between them, indulging in the barest of courtesies when they met and nothing more.

He said hello when they passed each other by. He made small talk if she was with any of his friends and he happened to be around. He waved back when she waved to him. He made sure to always smile, never showing any irritation or frustration around her.

For a time, it seemed to be enough.

Then one evening, Nadia had suggested a sleepover together, just him and Julian as her guests, like old times. Asra had excitedly hurried over, only to find Julian in bed with a summer cold and Portia in his place, braiding Nadia’s hair.

Asra’s favorite activity of choice.

Was she doing this on purpose? Hadn’t she gotten the hints that he didn’t want a close friendship? That she wasn’t welcome beyond his inner walls?

But Nadia was happy to see him, and Portia’s peppy mood permeated the room, and it felt a shame to ruin such a nice atmosphere. So Asra put his things down and took off his coat, and sat behind Portia to do her hair.  

The conversation ran around in all kinds of circles. Portia seemed to know most of what was going on in Vesuvia, but the volume of her knowledge was a little overwhelming when Asra didn’t have a clue half the time who she was talking about.

“––Hanan decided to finally be a ship carpenter like they wanted! Their parents aren’t too happy though, old blacksmithing business and what not––”

“––Can you believe the utter nerve of Beatrice, trying to rip off Selasi’s pumpkin bread? Trying to sell it to the nobles as her own high class taste, she’s lucky he’s so nice––”

“––And Thaqif had his baby, which wasn’t easy since he’s a single parent and no family here. But I went around to see him, milady, and his neighbours are sooo friendly, I think he’ll be alright––”

Even magic might not be able to compete with Portia’s extensive memory.

Nadia went “I see” and gave little sounds of acknowledgement, while Asra stayed silent, using his busy hands as an excuse, as he attempted to arrange Portia’s hair into a ribbon-like braid pinned to the back of her head.

When Asra had finished fixing her hair in place, she turned, the ribbon shape on the back of her head bobbing along, grinning up at him.

“Your turn!”

“My?”

“Seems a shame to leave you out of the braid line.”

“How thoughtful, Portia,” Nadia nodded. “If you don’t mind, Asra?”

“Of course, Nadi.”

He scooted forward, knees pressed against Nadia’s back, while Portia darted behind him.

Lucky for him, despite the season, his hair wasn’t cropped off like usual.

A few days ago, he had been helping Mine refine one of their hair spells, and his hair had been shoulder-length ever since. He had been meaning to cut it short, but it wasn’t hot enough yet that it bothered him, and it was nice on occasion to have pretty swaying curls.

Until they became sticky with sweat, plastered to his neck.

“Has anyone told you how gorgeous you look with long hair?” Portia said, bringing him back to the present.

“P-pardon?”

“Quite right, Portia. You’re certainly a vision with that lovely hairstyle, Asra.”

Asra’s cheeks flushed, and he shrank, to Portia’s protest as she had begun braiding his hair. Nadia chuckled.

Under her breath, only loud enough for Asra’s ears, she whispered, “I do apologize for the abrupt change in plans.”

Nadi being Nadi, it should really come as no surprise that she noticed his discomfort. “Not at all. I’m sure Ilya can join us some other day.”

“...That is one thing,” she said, voice still low. “I know you and Portia aren’t the closest pair, but she didn’t just come tonight on her brother’s behalf. She was truly looking forward to spending this evening with you.”

Asra blinked, barely stopping himself from ducking his head, his cheeks hotter now. “I––I see,” he managed to stutter.

He glanced at Nadia’s beautiful amethyst locks. The braid was nothing extraordinary, not like his work with Portia, but upon closer inspection, each part was woven carefully, not a hair out of place.

At his back, he could hear soft humming. Portia’s hands running through his hair were neither too rough or too abrupt, her movements a welcome, almost comfortable, sensation, he had to admit.

“I see,” he repeated. Closing his eyes, for the first time that evening, Asra allowed himself to relax a little.

It wasn’t long before Portia piped up, “Done, milady!”

“Marvelous work, Portia.”

Asra could only glimpse the ends of his braids, the curly tips tied off with lavender ribbons. Did it suit him? He hadn’t worn anything like this in years, he didn’t look too silly now, did he?

“Is there a mirror I could borrow, Nadi?”

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Portia clapped her hands together. “Let’s all have a look in the mirror together.”

“Splendid thought, Asra. Portia, if you please.”

The last sentence was barely uttered, and already, Portia was on her feet, rushing to pull a large floor length mirror closer to Nadia and Asra. She lifted it up, neither swaying nor faltering as she carried it over.

“Can’t have this scratch your floors,” she explained, setting the mirror down to Asra’s side.

“Thank you, dear. Now, how does the saying go… On three, was it? Alright then, one, two, three.”

All of them turned to look at their new makeovers.

Nadia angled her head, one side to the other, taking in Portia’s handiwork. Her eyes followed the sway of the braid spilling down her back, before she took it in her hand and twirled it, like a child twirling a jump rope in slow circles. Somehow, even that movement appeared nothing short of refined and dignified.

“Absolutely lovely,” she nodded approvingly.

Meanwhile Portia gasped, mouth agape as she took in her own reflection. “Whoaa, you didn’t tell me you were a hairstylist too!”

Nadia glanced at him, smiling. “Asra is a witch of many talents.”

She bobbed her head to and fro, watching the bow shape bob along, and exclaimed, “It’s like I have a fancy dress sash pinned to my head!”

He couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“Of course it is. Like wow! I didn’t think my hair could be so...magical.” In a quieter voice, he thought he heard her say, “...I look like a princess.”

Which was odd, considering they were both in the presence of a princess, and Nadi wasn’t exactly one for such an extravagant and borderline whimsical sort of fashion, no matter how well she could pull it off.

The hairstyle did suit Portia though, that he would admit.

As for Asra himself, he now had a clearer view of Portia’s handiwork of his own hair. Two braids, simple yet careful and neat in detail, finished off with a flourish, in the form of fluttery ribbons that matched his eyes.

He turned his head, from right to left, and he smiled at the way they bounced.

“Is it alright?” In the mirror, Portia’s forehead was creased with worry, her upturned mouth usually wide with laughter now small and drooping. It was the first time he had seen her confident bravado falter.

He turned to her, amethyst meeting aquamarine. “It’s perfect.”

Portia exhaled, and it was only then he realized that she had been nervous, even more so than Asra himself tended to be with unfamiliar people.

It couldn’t be because of Nadi, considering how close the two of them were, which meant, she was nervous because of….him.

“She was looking forward to spending time with you.”

Had she been holding her breath in, her fears in, this whole time?

Not just while he braided her hair, or while she braided his, but from the moment he had stepped through the door?

It sounded likely, especially considering how obvious it must be that he wasn’t fond of her presence, that his attitude bordered on dislike at times.

Who wouldn’t be nervous?

But it was difficult to dislike someone who was sincere, and seeing how bright her smile was, from that one little compliment––barely three syllables long––he couldn’t help but find something within him shifting.

Asra didn’t like people barging into his walls, digging at his depths and excavating his inner world for his thoughts, his secrets, his emotions. But if a person were to knock, well, maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to open a door for them.