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annika-thelostlove · 2 years

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The second time, you chose right - part 2 // Edward nashton x fem!reader NSFW 18+

Word count / 3454

Summary / In an Alternate timeline Edward Nashton quits his job as a forensic accountant in Gotham city to become an IT support for a lawfirm.

After finally getting your chance with him, you worry that there are no happy endings for the likes of you. Is it too much to wish for a fairytale ending?

Authors note / Some smut in this chapter. It's my first try sorry. There's plenty of areas I think could use some more adjustment, but I'll be very busy soon and so wanted to push this one out before life takes over. I hope you like the ending 💕

Warnings / unprotected sex. Mentions of previous murder and other crimes. And lots of pining. 😅

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Edward was just excited to be here. He never thought with his lack of a collage degree he could get a well paying job for doing the most mundane tasks. Though he was an accountant for a long time, his real interest was coding and programming computers. Now he's got all of it, a good salary doing what he actually likes.

Helping Batman was the reason he's here, he's sure of it. He doesn't know what kind of connections a man that dresses like a bat and executes justice at night could have, but Edward didn't question it. One day he got a message that a company is poaching him to work for them in their IT department.

The little welcome party for him and a few other newbies is a pretty good sign of a much better company than his last one. He tries to smile at as many as he can muster.

This is his second chance at a normal life, he's gonna put some effort into it. A riddle is at the tip of his tongue. Breathe.

She walks right up to him and introduces herself. She's a pretty little thing with crooked teeth. How can he get so lucky? Right now he can't get any higher. What a wondrous feeling.

She answers his riddle correctly, what a wonderful smile. Oh, what a wonderful smile indeed. He looks at your face a second time, but this time he sees something like hope in the shine of your eye. And Edwards' heart is weak for hope. Always. And he falls for yours in that second. How lucky, to fall for hope, to fall in love so fast.

He is the luckiest person in the world.

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You are the most unlucky person in the whole world. Your heart finally in your arms, in his bed, so close finally at arms length. And the words lay at the tip of your tongue. To love him was really just an unattainable dream.

When perhaps you only had right now to be together, and not ever get to see him grow old with you.

Will this all you will get to have?

Edwards breath is at your cheek, you inhale him entirely. Kissing him, starved and desperate. His lips are soft and shy. But with a hidden restraint, he is holding himself back.

Your hands move from his face and rest on his warm chest. His heart thumping away. The smell of him intoxicates you, and you can't get enough.

"Let me touch you, please. Please eddie." He nods.

You both move gently, afraid that this is all a dream, clothes were shyly discarded and insecurities were confronted with courage for the first time. You praised him, worshipped his body, and Edward has never felt so much love like this before. Overwhelmed, tears flowed freely as you rode him, he whimpered loudly, the sound of him going straight to your core that was currently stuffed to the brim of him. You fought the words that are stuck in your throat, I love you.

Instead you moaned at every downward stroke. Balancing your palms on his smooth chest, the sounds in the room are lewd, it fills the space as he meets your hips with his own thrusts, the wet slaps match with the jiggle of his belly and thighs. Fuck he feels so good.

Then caught by surprise by your sudden orgasam, you begin to shake and squeeze, you were at the mercy of it, there was nothing in your mind but Eddie under you and your own blinding pleasure.

You hear him follow you only a moment after, his fingers digging into your hips to firmly keep you on his cock, spilling himself into you. His guttural cry and hot spurts of cum make you want to tip over the edge a second time.

After exploring each other a few more times that night, you sleep peacefully. Forgetting how temporary it all was.

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When the morning came, you both woke up early to try to clean all evidence of last night. But soon after eating stale cereal, it was promptly ignored on the table in place of eddie fucking you on the carpet between his dining and living room. It was just a quick tug of his boxers, just enough opening of fabric to enter you raw. It was a lovely view to see your feet sway limply in the air behind his head.

You were already late for work after that, and the rush to clean up the bathroom ended up with both of you looking into the mirror, you bent forward with one hand gripping the sink, and the other hand on his hip thrusting into you from behind. His face as he comes in you is quickly becoming your favourite image.

The train ride to work was electric, there was a crackling energy that was felt when you held hands sitting beside each other. The others sitting in the cart with their glum faces, they must be so unfortunate to not know the happiness you both were feeling.

Edward taps your arm to get your attention, he looks shy despite him railing you in his bathroom less than an hour ago.

"Do you want to play a game with me?" He turns the screen of his phone to you, showing a page of digital crossword.

"Yeah, let's play"

The next 30 minute train ride was full of giggles and whispered answers. People were staring, and it made you laugh even more. You held Edwards arm tighter, his shoulder is so warm under your cheek. Who cares what they think.

Edward certainly didn't care, he looked at you like you hung the sun.

Your coworkers are surprised and happy for the two of you coming to work together hand in hand. You give him a kiss on the cheek before he leaves for his desk. Right when you sat down one of your coworkers ran up to you and squealed happily while you blushed.

Edward saw the whole thing from his desk. He is surprised, how did he not see your feelings before? A few others seem to have known you have been trying to get his attention for months now. He gets embarrassed thinking back to all your attempts of asking him out. He was just an insecure idiot. He laughs.

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Midday comes and reality quickly catches up to both of you. Edward can see you from his chair, your earbud is in one ear, just like he has, intently listening to news headlines. The lines between your brows tells him you're on the same station.

He can see it, the gradual descent of your happy mood from this morning. Absent eyes towards your screen, not truly reading anything. Then slowly your head lowers to hide what attempt at a neutral expression you had left. Your shoulders rise and fall, methodically at your attempt of control. You're okay. That's it. Breathe.

He saw it, that broken piece of sanity just at the crook of your lip. He's seen that type of despair before, he's seen it in the mirror.

You look up towards him, a habit of yours to find some sense of peace, and you catch that he's already looking at you. You quickly smile for him. And it pains him to know you're breaking beneath the surface.

"Expert forensic scientist have been analyzing initial evidence from the scene of the murder last night. It is yet to be confirmed, but first observations indicate that their suspicions do not align with the detective's investigation. There are still polarising opinions of the cause of death for this infamous member of the mob. Is it an assassination, or self-defense? The name of 2017s mob hitman, 'the pusher killer' is circulating this story, it's certainly a name that many of Maronis people fear. But is this the work of a seasoned killer? And what will it mean for the people of gotham? We'll get back to you with this investigation at 6".

Your old title makes your hand tremor above your keyboard. You've always hated that title. The pusher killer. Or the silencer, retribution.

You've dreaded this day, your name back in everyone's mouths. You thought you killed her, the old you, left her behind. The last traces of her faded when you met Edward. At least you thought it did.

They'll find out, find out what you did, and put you away. Give me the chair. Like they always said they would.

I earned it

A Crack of a smile plays on your lips. Some part of the old you is seeping through the cracks. It was always going to be me and the chair.

Immediately you stop smiling. It's me and Edward now. Edward is here, I love Edward. He deserves someone who can protect him.

He is in the midst of this now. A victim of your doing. Clenching a fist. When it comes down to it, you will take the fall. You will do it all to protect him.

Edward senses you're not well. He looks at your rapidly changing expressions throughout the day.

The next few hours you get worse as the news articles cover the investigation. You fidget all day, and you hum without melody.

At 4pm Edward brings you a coffee in his favourite mug. It brings a smile to your face. He sits down on the little stool beside you. "Will you tell me what worries you, my angel?"

Immediately your face falls and he sees the darkness brewing behind your eyes, but the most prominent expression is one of longing. You reach out and hold the side where his face meets his neck, you could feel that he is trembling. Brows crooked and drawn together, his own fears unsaid. He closes his eyes, inhaling the moment.

"Eddie-" He tenses in anticipation. "Tonight. We should meet at the diner before midnight. You know, the one I invited you to? Wait for me there. I'll tell you the answer to your question. If- if i don't show it means–" her voice cracks. "Just don't be afraid, don't come looking if I don't make it."

"Darling, please don't hide what it is, let me help you, I can help you" He begs. Somehow he'll get them out of this situation, he knows the vigilante batman, he knows the secrets of the rich and politicians of Gotham, he will blackmail them if he must to make this murder disappear.

"Just, Eddie, please the diner, it will be safe there." She is tense like she's ready to run. And Edward can see it. Another person fleeing from him. Because no one really ever stays.

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So you go to your separate apartments after work. He tried to catch her eye when you rushed out of work, but you didn't have the courage. Edward is sad, and holding on to just a little hope left that you still want him, that you will show.

His commute home was nothing like this morning. He was thrown back to being invisible.

Getting home, he jumps on this computer, doing the thing he does best. He had dirt on the lead detective of this case. What little power he has as Nigma, he uses for you, but he knows it's not enough to sway your heart to choose him in the end.

He thinks he must be the problem. He's a freak. He's too much. He stabbed someone. He's been wanting to kill someone for so long, and he lost that fight. He should be put away, he's a reject. You hate him. You think he's ugly, that he was a bad lover. Nobody wants him. He's not enough. He's not enough, he's not enough.

None of it makes any more sense, but his heart aches, believing every lie he punishes himself with.

Breathe Breathe breathe

But hot tears run down his face and seeps into his shirt

He thinks about your arms, your embrace, your kiss to his hairline. There's something, a hope, that maybe you love him. Even if it's just a little.

He clenches his hands on his lap. Edward can't take it, the waiting. He doesn't know how to survive it this time.

Edward opens a new window and puts on the 6pm news. Perhaps his blackmailing has worked in your favour.

"...-says likely, only one person acted alone. With an eye witness stating they saw one large man exiting the alley at 11pm last night.--"

Edward exhales a little from the detour to the investigation. Yet no relief comes.

"The victim had many enemies to his name. An assassination is high on the cause for this type of homicide."

"The pusher killer, also known as the silencer, is high on the list of possible suspects. This killer 5 years ago targeted men like this victim tonight. Preying on the heads of the powerful mafia group under the Maroni organisation. Perhaps they've come back to collect the lives they didn't get"

Jumping out of his chair, at only 8pm with an empty stomach, he leaves for the diner. Helplessly, he waits for you.

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You are at your apartment after watching the 6pm news at full volume, frantically packing your emergency bag. There's no time to lose, they keep repeating your name over and over. Eventually they'll find it was you. They'll take everything, you'll be left with nothing either way. But if you leave now Eddie should be safe. You rip frames and posters on the wall and pile it in a box. And you speed out to a near under bridge, taking your lighter along with you.

Throwing the box down into a metal drum, you flick the lighter on. Unsuccessfully, you try again and again till your thumb heats up and stings.

In frustration you throw the lighter at your pile of belongings. The pain teases its way behind your eyes.

You can't do it.

Standing under a highway bridge with your heart in your throat, sobs rip through you as you curl over yourself sitting on your heels. Wailing all your hurt into the sounds of the night. You cry out and the sound of the highway swallows it up. You're inconsolable for a while. Unable to destroy this life where you were the happiest, and you finally found someone to stay for.

You can't run. No. Not now.

You get back to your apartment and throw your things on the floor. It was time to accept who you are.

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You find yourself outside the diner, looking at Edward through the window. He's here. Sitting alone at the counter. The lights inside are bright and hide you out in the dark rain. His hair looks so soft, you remember the smell of it. You don't know how long he's been waiting there, but his coffee is untouched and he looks over at the TV monitor every now and again. His hands fidget anxiously under the table.

Despite how distressed he looks. You smile. And your eyes water. He came. And waited. You don't think you'll ever love someone more than this. And you don't know if he'll still love you when you tell him the truth.

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Edward waits, he looks at the clock 11:47 and his hand shakes.

It feels just like midnight at the orphanage, another empty bed beside him. Adopted, but never him. He realises he's known the feeling of heartbreak all his life. He only recognizes the feeling now.

The diner is empty except for him and one person working on cleaning machines in the kitchen. When he hears a timid knocking on the window.

He turns quickly, shocked and relieved to see you standing there in the cold. He gives you a small tight lipped smile.

Clambering off the seat, he carefully makes his way out the door.

"You came" standing in front of you, his relief was palpable in his voice.

"I had to. Had to…" finishing your sentence by grabbing his jacket tightly in your hands and tugging him closer.

The tears spring out so fast, your vision of your lover grows blurry. "Eddie…I'm sorry I made you wait. I, I was just afraid. You won't want me. You shouldn't. I'll hurt you. You, you won't want what I am. The truth."

He says "angel, please tell me." His eyes water as he sees you so distraught. You took a moment. A pause to contemplate everything you feel into a few words.

"I love you. That's the truth."

The expression he makes is so happy, you forget the rain pouring around you. He takes you in his arms, embracing you tightly.

Trembling from what you have to say. You whisper in his ear.

"You must already know by now. Who I am. I'm that killer eddie. The one they talk about on the news. I did those things, killed those men. I did it silently, so many have died because of me. I'm so sorry my love" voice breaking at every few words.

He freezes.

You cry harder as you embrace him perhaps for the last time.

He pulls you away and holds you at arms length. He drops his hands. Looking at you with an unreadable expression.

"You. You are the angel of Gotham. Your crimes inspired so many, they say Batman took after you. Before vengeance, there was retribution. There was you."

"I'm sorry. Edward, p-please understand I'm not that anymore. I've left it behind-"

"It's destiny! All of it! Me, you, vengeance! Its fate for the two of us to meet, for our love to exist!"

His hands on each side of your face, you see him shine through his closed lipped smile. A sparkle in his eyes, till he pulls you hard into a deep smouldering kiss.

"I knew it. I knew it was worth the years of waiting for something big to happen, for my life to have purpose bigger than what I had for so long! To meet the bat, who you inspired, for him to lead me to quit my old job, find a better career, to have met you here, for maronis man to be our victim in the ally that night, to finally be together with you. DESTINY!!" He yells into the night, and begins to laugh through his tears. "Darling, darling you must know who I am, I am nigma." The name sparks something in you.

"Sweetheart, I swear, it's destiny."

"Nigma? The enigma of the dark web?"

"Yes"

"Edward, you're my hero." You whisper and softly laugh. "And you're my…" you're mine.

A knowing look passes between you, teary eyed and smiling.

How could such happiness happen to two lonely people? It must be by design. This was their reward, their reward for suffering for so long till tonight.

The light switches colour inside the diner. While the TV begins to show the midnight news, the volume increases, the cook has come out to watch it, unknowing that the two were watching along with him.

"Welcome to gotham news at midnight. The Batman now has allegedly stepped in the mobb stabbing case, stating and providing evidence that the pusher killer has very little to do with this case. It is observed to be highly unusual involvement for the batman. But again he refuses to make a public statement, but the evidence he's provided undeniably says enough to cross out the pusher killer as a suspect. It seems authorities don't fully understand why a masked vigilante should be defending this infamous killer that's been rumoured to have been dead for years. It simply adds to the mystery of the dark knight. And why we should not–"

You and Edward look up at the diner tv screen in awe. And you cannot believe it yourself.

A second time, the hope incarnate has saved you again. And you can help but think that second chances are like miracles in itself. You catch Edwards eyes behind the glare of his glass, and your own face must reflect the same cocktail of emotions.

His lips begin to form words, but he stops, smiles and tries again. "I love you." He finally feels enough to say.

The feeling of emerging out of water, washes over you both, like the weight of so much is lifting. As if the sun is directly overhead, and you can breathe once more.

You laugh "still?"

You reach for his hand, but he has a better idea, he pulls you into an embrace and spins you right there by the light of diners window. Laughter filling the empty space of midnight.

What a wonderous feeling, to be free.

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#edward nashton x reader #paul dano #danonation #my fic #the second time you chose right #edward nashton #edward nygma #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x original female character

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ideas-and-shit · 2 years

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anyway, here's an idea: peaky blinders oneshot (or hc, whatever ya want) where y/n is just an innocent civilian who lives in small heath, currently studying in college, wanting to graduate school and stuff and they are friends w finn. they're close but like not too close, close enough to be fond of each other but not close enough to know what they think of each other.

y/n doesnt have to worry about what finn thinks of them, really; since y/n knows finn as a friendly person and if he likes them, he likes them and if otherwise he would just say it. now, finn has a crush on y/n, and he is secretly always getting anxious about his thoughts of "what if y/n actually thinks im an asshole", "what if they secretly look down on me when i talk to them" (bc of his education and all), "what if y/n doesnt even think im good enough for them". y/n constantly talks about their opinions on people, who they like, who they dont (assholes, mean ppl, shit like that) and finn starts to think that they might talking about him and might be saying this to him to hint at them hating him when really, they were just talking about themself and their thoughts like normal. finn, was starting to get insecure about his name (being a shelby) and reputation (again, being a shelby) and he worries that y/n might not like him bc of it so he sends a mutual friend of theirs to ask y/n "would you date a shelby?"

thats all i got, folks. idk maybe one of finns brothers overhears this and suspects that finn was the one who did this and stuff and maybe they confront him thinking y/n said something mean to him??? idk this is not part of the idea but you can most definitely include it if you want

edit: what if instead of his friends, he asks his brothers to ask y/n and they think that they're being threatened so they say no.

#finn shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #x reader #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder fanfic #finn shelby #thomas shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #polly shelby #ada thorne #thomas shelby x reader #shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader

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freakadr0id · 2 years

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ok but i have to know about a specific interaction that happened in Benched, between Tangy and a certain shadow monkey. what are your thoughts.

Ooohhh I’m so glad someone directly asked me about season 3 Tang stuff. I’ve been struggling to focus on one thing at a time with that (plus my new hyperfixation with Rottmnt isn’t helping), so hopefully this will get the ball rolling for me.

I love the confrontation between Tang and Macaque in Lantern City. The amount of times I’ve rewatched that scene alone is ridiculous. It does a good job of highlighting an element of each character that I hadn’t considered before, especially when it comes to how they view companionship. Both Macaque and Tang have insecurities when it comes to their friendships - Macaque with his bitter past w/ SWK and Tang with his place as the team’s resident “normal guy” - and the Lantern scene really emphasizes that in a way I didn’t expect.

It gets really interesting when you consider the fact that Tang is the ONLY other main character besides MK or SWK to have an 1-on-1 interaction with Macaque. The way Macaque treats Tang feels very different than any other character he’s shared a scene with. Every time Macaque interacts with another character (other than LBD) he either mocks or dismisses the other person. He mocks those he’s fighting (Dragon of the East and Sandy), dismisses Mei up until ‘The Samadhi Fire’, and he does both with SWK and MK throughout the show. With Tang, however, Macaque almost seems to treat him with a bit of respect. Macaque calls Tang by his name instead of giving him some kind of nickname and his conversation with Tang doesn’t involve any taunting or dismissive language. When Macaque says that Tang’s friends ‘get along just fine without [Tang],’ it isn’t meant to be demeaning - it’s a warning: “Don’t get attached to people who don’t appreciate you, or you’ll end up where I am.” Sure, Macaque kicks Tang straight in the face and throws him against the wall (how dare he hurt our nerd boy, btw), but he isn’t toying with Tang, which you might expect when a powerful character comes face-to-face with a guy who doesn’t even fight.

The scene in Lantern City definitely hits harder after the season 3 special. Since it has been confirmed by the show that there is some sort of direct connection between Tang and Tripitaka (although we’re still not sure what exactly that connection is) we truly begin to see the similarities between Tang and Macaque. They are both characters who live in the shadow of a legendary figure they could never hope to match up to and they both feel overlooked by those close to them as a result. In this scenario, Tang and Macaque become foils of one another - Macaque shows Tang the worst that can happen when his friends leave him behind for good. The difference between the two characters stem from the values they hold and what they expect for themselves. Macaque seems to value strength and, as such, believes that the best way to be accepted is to not only be equal to SWK, but better than him. Tang, on the other hand, values peace and friendship and instead of wishing to be better than his friends so that they may appreciate him more, his speech in ‘Benched’ reveals that all Tang wants to do is simply help them.

The crew is definitely trying to bring the unique dynamic between these two characters to our attention by having them interact in such a way, and I think they would have explored this dynamic a bit more if the crew were allotted more episodes per season.

Hopefully I covered what you wanted me to cover, Anon! I’m super happy someone sent me an ask like this. Answering an ask directly is much easier for me than having to direct the topic myself :P

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heyjust12amthoughts · 1 year

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"You'll never come across a person who's perfect . You'll never find a partner who doesn't disappoint you at one point" - Kristie Taylor

I am currently in a relationship with my partner for almost 11 months now . Despite how we are nearly embarking our anniversary, there were still a lot of questions, insecurities, and disappointments that pop out here and there. Sadly, it made me question my choices to commit with him. I was scared of the possible fact that everything that happened was forced, insincere, and untrue. Not until I've read this book called " What I wish I knew about love " by Kristie Taylor. I'm actually only halfway done from reading it but it was enough for me to realise a lot of things that was happening and swirling in my messy mind. And the silver lining that struck me so bad, that made me more assure of what I was doing, was the line that I will never find a perfect partner. That it was normal that at some point, our partner will disappoint us . The acknowledgement of disappointment and imperfection gave me hope that I should not let go. That growth can happen even if we are in a relationship with another person. I do feel like I'm a bad person acknowledging that yes I do abandon people immediately instead of confronting and asserting the feelings of hurt that I've felt because of their action . This habit of mine lead to having no strong relationships with peers. Relationships are between two people who can fix issues and grow together ; not people who get along . I guess i do have a long way to go to understand relationships and learning as him and I go along . My greatest fear is the unknown and trying to fight against the tides will for sure be a long ride for me. For now , I'll do my best to open my eyes and take the leap at the present. But hey just 12 am (3 am ) thoughts :)

#relationship #love #dating and relationships #dating advice #heyjust12amthoughts

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allisonlol · 3 years

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Hello !!

May i request chuuya and dazai (separately) trying to make their s/o jealous ( idk what reason) and she feels a bit insecure about her self?

Thank you so much ! <3

a/n: awe sure! again, i love writing jealousy so this is a great one ;) i think my brain wanted me to write scenarios for these but...obviously i didn’t so that’s why these hcs are more detailed than usual

warnings: a bit angsty? dw there's happy endings tho. also slightly implied fem reader

(Dazai, Chuuya) Trying to Make Their S/O Jealous

Dazai

i can definitely see him doing something like this on purpose tbh :/

one of dazai’s main personality flaws is excessively flirting with women after all

now to set the scene~

you’d woken up alone this morning since the previous night, you and dazai had been in an argument and he’d gone back to his own place

the whole thing had started when you’d gone to a bar together, and you had one too many drinks

this resulted in you unintentionally flirting back with someone who came over to hit on you

this ticked dazai off and he’d dragged you home, where he confronted you

however you were too drunk to fight and simply wanted to go to bed, insisting that he leave

he’d surprisingly obliged and went to his own apartment, leaving you to feel a bit guilty, but not enough so to actually call him and tell him to come back

it had been a pretty minor fight so you were sure that by the time you both met at work, you could apologize and get things back to normal

now that it’s morning, you get dressed for work while hoping your hangover headache goes away at least before noon

popping some painkillers, you drive to the ADA but not before stopping at the cafe to grab a coffee

however, as you enter, you spot dazai at a table in the back corner

his back is to you so he hasn’t noticed your entrance, and you see this as a perfect opportunity to sort things out with him before work in a quiet space

however, as you take a step forward, you’re able to notice that he’s not sitting alone

the cafe waitress is seated across from him, although it’s obvious she’d rather be anywhere else (she’s such an angel bless her heart omg)

from your spot by the door, you’re just barely able to hear the conversation happening

but it’s enough to tell that dazai is flirting with her

he’s holding her hands across the table and leaning forward to whisper something

the waitress smiles at dazai, simply humoring him (not before again reminding him about the tab he owes her LOL)

her face falls, however, once she spots you across the cafe and immediately pulls her hands back

you’re left standing in shock as dazai turns around to see what she’s looking at; his eyes widening once they catch yours

you feel your face growing flushed with anger, and turn to yank the door of the cafe open and run out to your car

you shove the keys into the ignition and speed away from the cafe right as you catch dazai exiting it

with tears blurring your vision, you only make it a few miles away from the building before you’re forced to pull over your car and stop

resting your head on the steering wheel in defeat, you clench your fists while rethinking the situation

you knew dazai was a flirt, obviously, but thought he’d stopped all that after getting into a relationship with you

had he continued it whenever you weren’t around, tho? in a way, you don’t entirely blame him

your insecurities start to rise up and you begin blaming yourself for not being good enough for him

before you know it, an hour has passed which now means you’ll officially be late to work

however, the thought of seeing dazai at work now makes you feel nauseated, and you end up calling out for the day

returning home to your apartment, you instead spend hours under the covers of your bed feeling betrayed & anxious

what was going to happen now? did this mean dazai was going to break up with you?

it’s while biting your nails nervously over this, that you hear the front door to the apartment open and close

sitting up and pulling the covers off from over your head, you glance at the clock to see it’s evening which means your boyfriend is now out of work

when you turn back around you’re surprised to see dazai already in the doorway to the room, making you jump in surprise

he smiles slightly at this before crossing the room to sit on the bed next to you

dazai’s eyes soften as he takes in your tear stained face, and he’s just about to open his mouth to speak when you cut him off

“i’m sorry for what i did at the bar last night, and for getting in a fight and telling you to leave, and for being a horrible s/o when you clearly deserve better…” you ramble out apologies almost incoherently

dazai shushes you and cradles your face in his hands. “y/n, you’re not a horrible s/o at all. i know what happened last night wasn’t your fault; i’m the one who should be apologizing.”

your boyfriend goes on to explain how he’d been frustrated about what had transpired, and had flirted with the cafe waitress in an attempt to get back at you

insists that it didn’t mean anything, and that no, he hasn’t flirted with anyone else like that besides you

you can tell he’s being genuine as he looks at you with pleading eyes to forgive him

…and you do. what other option was there, honestly? a small mistake had blown out of proportion for the both of you, and you refuse to let that ruin the relationship

Chuuya

he's too perfect, i can never see him doing this intentionally

so for this situation, we'll settle that it was an accident

on this day in particular, chuuya was out for drinks with some other mafia members at a local bar

you knew where he was but, due to having to work late yourself, you wouldn't be arriving until a few hours later

as soon as your shift ended, you stopped home to change quickly before driving over to the bar

you step into the bar and are immediately able to find where the port mafia is located just from how loud they were being

you spot tachihara, gin, kouyou, and higuchi at a table near the back, and you approach them with a smile

tachihara and gin appear to be having a competition for who can drink the most shots (gin wins btw) but as you look past them, you see no trace of chuuya at the table?

this is automatically strange, and you ask higuchi if she knows where your boyfriend is

“why are you asking me?? weren’t you just with him..?” she asks, confusion evident on her face

“i wasn’t with him, i just got here...?” you say quizzically, figuring she’s just too tipsy to remember

stepping away, you glance around the area, and through the dim lighting are just barely able to locate chuuya at a booth in the back

you smile and begin to walk towards him but...you’re stopped short when you see that he’s sitting with someone else

you immediately realize what higuchi was talking about when your eyes lock onto the person chuuya’s with; she looks pretty similar to you right down to the hair and eye color

even her choice of outfit is something you’d wear

she looks just like you but...a prettier version?! at least, that’s what your panicked mind instantly tells you

even though his back is to you, you can tell from chuuya’s body language that he’s flirting with her

you can also immediately tell that he’s drunk...and extremely so

you feel unable to move as you watch chuuya slide closer to the woman and whisper something, to which she responds with a giggle and a flushed face

after a few more minutes of this you can’t take it anymore, and turn to run out of the bar

you probably break several traffic laws while driving home by the way you’re speeding and swerving around corners

once you arrive at home at chuuya and yours’ shared apartment, you’ve barely made it through the door before you’re breaking down in tears

you sink to the floor, trying (and failing) to hold in your cries or stop yourself from hyperventilating

why had chuuya been flirting with someone else? were you simply not good enough for him anymore?

was he still with that woman, right at this moment?? you squeezed your eyes shut, frantically trying not to imagine what they possibly could be doing right now

hours pass as you sit on the floor in the dark hallway with these questions circulating your brain

however, your thoughts were interrupted by someone pounding on the door

hurridly wiping the tears from your eyes, you yank open the door to find...tachihara?? alongside him is chuuya, who's still clearly blackout drunk

"here's your shitty boyfriend, y/n" tachihara thankfully doesn’t comment on your watery eyes, and instead drags chuuya forward by the arm and shoves him into you

you nod at tachihara in thanks before closing the door behind chuuya

he's still wayyy to drunk to really understand what's going on (hell, he doesn't even remark on your tearstained face) so you lead him upstairs

helping him out of his overcoat, he collapses onto the bed and you raise the covers over him

unsurprisingly, he passes out almost immediately

your hands are still shaking, and you decide it would probably be better if you slept on the couch for the night

that’s exactly what you end up doing, and wake up the next morning to chuuya’s confused face as he shakes you awake

“y/n, why are you down here??”

you sit up with a sigh. “why wouldn’t i want to be down here after what you did last night?”

“last night..? all we did was go to the bar together, right?” he’s clearly hungover and probably barely even remembers what happened

“we didn’t. it sure did look like you and that other girl had a lot of fun, though.”

thirty seconds of silence passes as chuuya’s confused expression turns to a panicked one

"that...wasn't you??" his face drains of color as his eyes go wide with shock

this throws you for a loop. had he seriously been so drunk that he’d mistaken someone else for you??

you fill chuuya in on everything that had happened from your point of view. the longer he listens, the more you see realization dawn on his face & he looks horrified with himself :(

“you didn’t do anything else with her, right??” you inquire nervously

chuuya insists that they’d only got drinks together; and that tachihara had actually dragged him out of the bar a few hours later after seeing what he was doing

your boyfriend’s hands are shaking while he recounts this and you can tell he’s being 100% genuine about mistaking that stranger for you

you know how chuuya gets when he’s drunk, and he does have a low tolerance after all

so now you’re mentally kicking yourself for not getting there earlier to monitor how many drinks he got

you ultimately end up forgiving chuuya (but not before telling him off for being unresponsible with his drinking habits)

he’s really gonna go out of his way now to try to repay you for this incident in any way possible

i’m talking extra gifts, dates, and an overwhelming amount of affection

internally beats himself up pretty badly about it because the last thing he’d ever want to do is make you feel insecure :(

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Hi!!!!!!! I have a request for you😋

Its something to do with the recent Chris and Lizzo interaction(no hate to her). Can you write something about their recent interaction, like chris and lizzo talking about the baby joke and the internet goes nuts. But what chris doesn't know is that his girlfriend feels hurt, that he is disregarding her feelings, like its kind of humiliating to the reader, that chris her boyfriend is talking about baby with other person when he has his own girlfriend and she is hurt by him. She confronts Chris but he just gets mad and calls her jealous and insecure, which hurts her further and she just gets mad and leaves his house. Later when Chris mom sees the news she scolds him about joking of having a baby with someone else and hurting his partner then he understands how his girlfriend must have felt and they recincile. I hope you're getting what i m saying sorry if it sounds confusing, but can you write it? 🤗

Facing Realities (C.E)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it and I am open to more requests.

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: You feel unimportant when Chris can easily discuss about having a child with Lizzo in public but will always dismiss you when you bring up the topic. Getting in to a fight, you leave him and he eventually realises his mistake because of his mom.

Warnings: Angst but eventual fluff.

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“The fans want to know about the Instagram dms between the two of you.” The reported quizzed Lizzo and Chris as they both sat in front of him on the couch.

“Well, our baby is going to be the best.” Lizzo spoke with amusement clear in her eyes.

“The world is going to have a little Captain America at their hands soon, right Lizzo?” Chris chuckled.

“Right. And how is your new movie coming along?” The interviewer started asking different questions and soon it was all over.

“Will see you soon Cap. Say hi to (Y/N) for me.” With a quick hug, she left the studio with her usual power walk. Chris just shook his head slightly when he heard all the fans asking her about the baby. They were all truly something and Lizzo just went through them without giving a response.

You didn’t have anything against Lizzo because you knew that everything between her and Chris was platonic. The fact that Chris was so open to discuss about having a baby was what bothered you. He always dismiss you when you wanted to talk about your future and extending your family. It felt like you were the only one in this world that Chris did not want to talk to regarding this topic. This made you feel worthless and pathetic.

You knew that jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe your emotions right now but that’s what it felt like. Confronting people was never your thing and you always did what they asked instead of arguing. It was much easier but you knew that you couldn’t get away with this. This was in regards to your future and so when Chris was going to come home from his interview, you were going to talk to him about it.

“Honey, I am home.” Losing his jacket on the love seat, he made his way towards the kitchen because it was dinner time and he could smell the delicious food from the hallway.

“Hi babe. I am making your favorite. Just go and freshen up.” You stated not turning back because you knew you would break the instant your eyes landed on your boyfriend.

He came to the dining table in his sweats and dived into the food immediately because he was starving. “So…” You tried starting up a conversation but backed down when you saw his questioning gaze trained on you. “Um how was the interview?”

“It was nice. Lizzo and I talked about the baby. God, I just love that woman.” The self doubt in your mind was growing by the minute because he was casually talking about a baby with another woman. He didn’t realise that he was hurting your feelings and he just kept on talking about how amazing it would be to actually have a baby with Lizzo.

“So have you ever thought about extending our family?” You finally mustered up some courage to ask him the question.

“No, I haven’t. We can talk about it another time. So what did you today?” The dismissal in his tone was enough to break your heart into tiny pieces.

“But we have too, Chris. We have been in a relationship for the past three years.”

“I do not want to discuss it today so just drop it (Y/N).” The stern look would have made you back down in a normal situation but not today.

Dropping your fork on the plate, you spoke with irritation, “You never want to have this discussion with me but you would gladly do it with Lizzo.”

“I knew it had something to do with her. Why are you so jealous?”

“I am not jealous. It’s just that you are willing to discuss about your baby with everyone except me.”

“There is nothing going on between Lizzo and I, if that’s what you mean.”

“I know that. I just want to know if you have ever thought about having kids with me or am I just a fling to you?” You we’re absolutely done with him at this point and you dreaded his answer.

“(Y/N), I have told you a million times that you are not a fling. What are you on about?”

“It just seems that I am no longer the person that you want to discuss things with. It’s just not about the whole kid thing but you didn’t even tell me that you are starting in a new movie. I had to find it from the fucking paparazzi.”

“I was going to tell you and I am just not ready for a family yet.”

“Well instead of ignoring me every chance you got, you could have told me about it.” The frustration in your eyes was clear but Chris chose to ignore it. It was as if he was totally immune to all of your emotions.

Whenever the topic of children came up, Chris didn’t tinker why he acted like a jerk. He had always thought about expanding his family but when you came in to the picture, he was so terrified of losing you that he couldn’t even think what a baby would do to your relationship.

“I am not good with all this and you need to be patient with me.”

“All I have ever been is patient for you. Not anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Sudden realization dawned upon him and he was left speechless.

“I need a break from you. Call me when you figure everything out.”

“(Y/N), you are doing this because of Lizzo. Stop acting like an insecure and jealous bit-” Stopping mid sentence, he looked at you in horror.

Tears sprang in your already damp eyes, “Why are you stopping now? Finish the sentence, Chris.”

“(Y/N), I-”

“Good bye, Chris.” Walking out of your once shared home was the most difficult thing that you had to do in this life but there was no other choice. You both were at an impasse and you needed time to sort it all out. Hailing a taxi, you went to your friend, Scarlett’s house. She was a mutual frond of you both but she had become your best friend in the past three years.

Meanwhile, Chris downed a whole bottle of scotch and sat in your shared bedroom with your picture in his hand. He didn’t want to lose you to a stupid argument but he failed to see that he was at fault. Sleeping without you proved as a heinous task and he gave up after two hours. He just sat in the bed alone and hoped to God that you will come back to him. A life without you wasn’t a life at all. However, Chris would not be the one to apologise because in his opinion, he didn’t do anything wrong.

The passing few days, you absolutely refused to get out of the house and stayed holed up in Scarlett’s guest bedroom. “(Y/N), you need to eat something.” Your friend barged in with a tray full of food and you instantly felt nauseous.

“Not in the mood, Scar.” Your eyes had been red and puffy for the last week but you didn’t care. Chris was the only one that you cared about. However, you could not be in a relationship that had no future. You deserved better than that.

“You need to eat and get out of this mood. It’s making me depressed.”

“I don’t care. Leave me alone.” Snapping at her was never your intention and you instantly regretted it. “I am sorry. I am just not in the right frame of mind.”

“It’s okay. You want to watch something.”

“Yeah, F.R.I.E.N.D.S.”

Chris was no better than you or maybe even worse. He hadn’t changed out of his sweats for the past two days and had a slight scruff covering his face. Empty bottles of alcohol laid around the whole house and rotten food was placed on the kitchen counter. The whole house was a mess and he didn’t care about anything. Except you. Everything in this house reminded him of you and he hated it. From the bedroom walls to the well groomed garden.

The phone rang for the millionth time and he picked it up from the nightstand. It was his mom. Sighing, he finally picked it up. “Christopher Robert Evans, where the hell have you been?”

“I was at home, mom.” The loose thread on your pillowcase suddenly seemed more interesting than the phone conversation.

“With (Y/N)?”

“She left me, mom.” Chris didn’t want to talk about it but he figured that his mom wouldn’t leave him alone otherwise.

“Serves you right. You left her no other choice.”

“How can you say that? I haven’t done anything.”

“I saw the interview, Chris. Have you ever talked with (Y/N) about extending your family?”

“No but I was just joking with Lizzo.”

“It doesn’t matter. She would have felt unimportant because this is a very private matter and she was not a part of it.”

“But-”

“Imagine if the roles were reversed.” Realisation dawned upon him and he quickly said goodbye to his mother because he had a girlfriend to win back. Every second spent without you was agonizing and he never wants to experience it.

“(Y/N), Chris is here to see you.” Peeking her head through the door, Scarlett informed you about your boyfriend. You quickly untangled yourself from the sheets and ran to the washroom. You wanted to look presentable but Chris could see the dark circles under your eyes and your thin figure. There was a sudden pang in his heart because he knew this was all his doing.

“I am sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have said anything. I am a fool. Please forgive me.” He started ranting as soon as Scar left the room.

“Chris, have you thought about what I said?” Your calm aura was scaring his wits so he quickly answered with a yes. “Please elaborate.”

“I have realised that I was at fault and I am going to be more open about the future of our relationship from now on.” The sincere look in his eyes was hard to miss.

“Promise?” Gone was the calm and collected exterior, and stood before him was a vulnerable young woman.

“I promise, baby. Now, will you come back home? I have missed you.”

“Yes and I missed you too.” Kissing him on the lips, you sighed because this was your heaven and you wouldn’t want to leave it for the world.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I love Chris Evansand I was happy to write a fanfiction about him. If you guys have any more request, I will be happy to write about them and message me if you want to be added to the tag list.

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taeyongdoyoung · 3 years

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summary: as someone who’s been tormented for being a nerd, you’ve never viewed your friendly teasing towards your best friend seonghwa as bullying. but that is until he completely changes his style and image in school, confronting you about your past behaviour, so you have no choice but to admit the real reason why you’ve been making fun of him...

pairing: popular boy!seonghwa x nerd!reader

genre: high school!AU (the characters are 18 for the spicy parts huehehe), best friends to fake dating to lovers, angst, romance, smut, fluff

warnings: friendly teasing, clichéd/unrealistic portrayal of high school dynamics, hwa does kabedon on yn like once, seonghwa’s a bit of a tsundere, fake dating, hints of possessiveness, slightly problematic remarks, yn is briefly hwa’s slave?! (no, i will not elaborate), bullying, mean girls, insults, hair-pulling, kicking, death threats, some swearing, self-blame, power play, overuse of pet names (princess, baby, little girl, etc.), sir kink (i won’t apologize lol), begging, yunho being nosy (yes, that’s a warning), mention of hypothetical collars, insecurities, making out, loss of virginities, lots of kissing, soft dom!hwa, eating out, fingering, blowjob, consensual protected sex, dirty talk, praising, aftercare, crying, hurt&comfort, a lot of dorky references (cuz that’s me, after all), jumping off a balcony (don’t try this at home!), happy ending

author’s note: will i ever stop bullying poor hwa’s kermit hoodie? no. jk, i lov him so much, he’s so talented & gorgeous no matter what he wears ;-;

disclaimer: all jokes aside, i do not in any way condone bullying and this work is entirely fictional for entertainment purposes! i’ve been physically and emotionally tormented in school and though i have not talked much about it, i do not wish such an experience to anyone! treating people with kindness is cool and i hope everyone spreads more love! ❤️

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Having been best friends with Seonghwa for four years now (ever since your first year in high school), you couldn’t help but making fun of every little adorable thing he did. And honestly, you admired his patience when it came to putting up with your incessant teasing. Diligently cleaning up everything after him? You’d call him a neat freak. Not being able to drink coffee? You’d call him a teacup loser.

So, when he started wearing that green hoodie of his to school, you couldn’t resist the temptation to call him Kermit the frog. And at first, it all started as a joke. But then the nickname kinda stuck and you just kept addressing him as Kermit, even if he wasn’t wearing the delectable green hoodie. And at one point, you could tell that poor Seonghwa was not a huge fan of the whole thing. But he never called you out on it or told you to stop. He never teased you back for being a hopeless nerd who studied 24/7 and read books for fun. So, you kept going.

Until the summer before your last year in high school arrived. Sadly, Seonghwa was going to be out of the country for the whole vacation. You were going to miss him terribly, you realized. You had become so used to seeing him everyday that you couldn’t imagine how you’d last three months without being able to see his pretty face all the time. You’d occasionally text him memes and ask him what he was up to. But as the summer was coming to an end, his replies became less and less frequent, more and more concise. You kept wondering if you’d done something wrong. It couldn’t be the Kermit thing, you began telling yourself. After all, it was normal to tease your best friend every once in a while. Right?

When the first day of your last year in high school came, you were nervously anticipating the moment when you’d see Seonghwa again. Summer without him had been so boring and you couldn’t wait to hug him again and find a new thing to joke about.

The second you saw him, you instinctively knew there would be no more joking around. Seonghwa practically walked into the school hallway like he owned the place. He’d completely changed his style and overall image. Gone were the dorky hoodies you secretly loved so much. Instead, they were replaced by a black leather jacket. Gone were the casual sweatpants he looked so good in. In their place were dark jeans that made him look kinda dangerous. And the whole confidence with which he carried himself was just totally different.

If you had known that a summer abroad could change a person so much, you would have tried harder at convincing him to stay in the country. On top of it all, he was now hanging out with a bunch of popular a-holes that you had never talked to before. Honestly, you couldn’t even gather the courage to approach your best friend. He looked so distant and unfamiliar that you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Especially when you heard him laughing at the cool kids’ jokes. That should have been you...

You remembered when you were the one making him giggle, as if it was a century ago, when in reality it was just a couple of months. You kept sighing during the whole day, not daring to even talk to him. If he wanted to still hang out with you after his sudden “change in status”, he would, you kept convincing yourself. But he didn’t. In fact, he ignored you the whole day, making you feel like shit.

Just as you were leaving the school building in a hurry, mentally prepared for an evening of crying your eyes out and eating ice cream, you felt a hand grabbing you tightly. Turning around, you were surprised to find Seonghwa’s eyes staring back at you.

“Hi, princess,” he greeted you calmly.

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you responded dumbly.

“What? No witty comeback?” Seonghwa scoffed, smirking.

“What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you gonna bully me and call me names again? Kermit? Teacup loser? Neat freak? What’s it gonna be this time?” he spat out, pushing you against the school wall and extending his arms to touch the cold bricks so that you would feel trapped.

“Bully you?” you whispered in disbelief. “H-hwa, I wasn’t...I didn’t m-mean...”

“Oh, yeah?” he mocked your stuttering self. “Then, why did you say all these things, huh?”

“You know why,” you replied.

“No, I don’t. So, tell me right now or I swear, I can make your existence a living hell,” Seonghwa threatened.

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you cried out. “I like you so that’s why I’ve been teasing you. Because if I didn’t, I would have to admit how attractive I find all your habits. How adorable it is when you used to tidy your desk and how sexy you looked in that damned green hoodie. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

You were so frustrated with the way he ignored you all day only to accuse you of bullying him that you ducked your head swiftly beneath his arm, simultaneously bending your knees, and, thus, successfully escaping from Seonghwa’s ambush.

“Y/N, wait!” he called after you, but you were running too fast and luck was on your side, as the bus arrived at that exact same moment, allowing you to get on it, before he could.

You couldn’t sleep much that night, tormented by the fact Seonghwa had confused your friendly jokes with bullying and how foolishly you’d confessed your feelings for him. You were certain that your affections were unrequited and now that he had this whole new position in the school hierarchy, he would undoubtedly make fun of you for them. You were even considering transferring to another school to avoid the potential embarrassment.

In the morning, no sooner had you finished breakfast in the comfort of your room than you heard loud honks. They were unlike the ones in your dad’s car so you couldn’t help but wonder what jerk had decided to park in front of your house and make your day even worse.

“Sweetie,” your mom informed you a bit after. “Your friend Seonghwa is here. He said he’ll drive you to school today. As promised.”

“He did?” you mumbled in confusion. But maybe because you weren’t ready to talk to your mom yet about what happened yesterday, you lied. “Ah, that’s right, I almost forgot.”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your bag and practically sprinted downstairs. You were curious to see what he wanted. And that’s exactly what you asked the minute you entered his car.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aw, no good morning for me, princess?” Seonghwa pouted and God, you hated how cute you found him after the way he’d treated you the previous day. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he rolled his eyes, starting the engine. “I’m driving you to school.”

“I can see that. But why?” you hissed.

“Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he groaned. “If you’re so insistent on finding out, I’ll tell you. Ever since you told me how you felt yesterday, I’ve been thinking...And I’ve come to the conclusion that you have two options. Option number one is to enjoy your hellish last year of high school. You’ve had your fair share of teasing me so I’m definitely going to enjoy telling everyone about your little crush on me. It’s going to be so much fun to embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

What the fuck was wrong with him? Seonghwa was supposed to be your best friend! Why was he suddenly acting like you were worth less than a dirty rug? Was it possible that he had changed so much in the span of three months? Or was he always like that? Had you been blinded by his good looks? No, that definitely wasn’t the case. Seonghwa was the sweetest guy you’d ever known. How did he get so...cold? Cold enough to chill your bones.

“And what’s option number two?” you grunted, already anticipating the worst.

“So, there’s this annoying girl in our class I want to avoid at all costs. Just because her parents are doing business with mine does not mean I’m into her. Option number two is for us to pretend we’re dating in school. Considering how much you like me, I’m assuming it won’t be very difficult for you to pretend. If you agree, that is.”

What a jerk...You shared your sincere feelings with your best friend and that’s the first thing that crossed his mind? To use you in order to avoid some random girl? If it was any other guy, you would have said no. If you weren’t desperate for even a fraction of Seonghwa’s time and attention, you would have said no. If you weren’t so pathetically whipped for him, you would have said no.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “For how long do you need me to be your fake girlfriend?”

“Just until graduation. Then, we’ll fake break up and each go our separate ways. How does that sound?”

It sounded terrible! You wanted Seonghwa to be a part of your life forever. But with the way he was treating you, you weren’t confident he felt the same way anymore.

“Sounds great,” you lied, because you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing your thoughts. You’d never be perceived as weak again.

The second you walked into school, Seonghwa’s arm wrapped possessively around your shoulder, everyone’s eyes were on you. It was like high-schoolers had no better thing to occupy their time with but to gossip around the latest dating news. If you weren’t enjoying his company so much, you would have found their reactions pathetic. And somewhat unnerving.

“When did you two lovebirds start seeing each other?” one of Seonghwa’s popular friends Yunho asked.

“Oh, you know what they say. A girl and a guy can’t stay just friends for long,” Seonghwa responded.

You internally rolled your eyes. Your best friend before the summer would have never said such a thing. Whatever the reason for his current behaviour was, you would get to the bottom of it. And right now, you felt like going along with this whole fake dating thing was your best chance at unraveling the mystery.

For the first day of your little arrangement, everything seemed to be going fine. Everyone was staring at you two but you didn’t mind. All you cared about was him. However, soon enough Seonghwa started asking you for weird things.

“Carry my bag for me.” / “Get me a drink from the vending machine, will you?” / “Bring me a snack from the supermarket across the street.” / “Oh, and for my friends, too, doll.”

Seriously, it was getting infuriating. You no longer felt like you were his bestie. You didn’t even feel like you were his fake girlfriend. At this point, you had practically become his slave! Running any errand and carrying his stuff for him. But what was the alternative? If you refused to play your part in this pretend dating scheme, he could easily turn against you and make fun of you in front of the whole school. So, you kept your mouth shut and swallowed your pride.

One evening, around a month after the fake dating agreement had started, you had stayed in the library a bit longer to prepare for an upcoming assignment. By the time you were out of the school building, you supposed that Seonghwa had already gone home. Frankly, the only nice thing he was intent on doing for you was driving you to school and back to your place most of the days.

As you were making your way towards the bus stop, you had the strangest suspicion you were being followed. Not daring to turn around, you started walking faster. But unfortunately, your attackers also sped up and soon enough, you were surrounded by a group of angry faces. Their leader was obviously Eunhee, the most popular girl in the whole school. And coincidentally, this was also the girl whose parents were doing business with Seonghwa’s parents. The very reason you were fake dating your best friend in the first place.

“Well, if it isn’t the little bookshrimp,” she mocked you, sticking a sharp nail into your chest. You didn’t bother correcting her that the right term was bookworm. You were already in enough trouble as it was. For some reason, teasing Seonghwa had been easy because you meant well and you were sure he wouldn’t hurt you. Not really. Because he knew how badly you’d been bullied in middle school. But now that you were met with so many threatening figures, you froze rightaway, unable to defend yourself.

“Just l-leave me alone,” you stammered.

“Aw, aren’t you a little pathetic shrimpie?” Eunhee cooed and started pulling your hair harshly and kicking you onto the ground. The other girls were holding you down so that you wouldn’t fight back. “Did you seriously believe you can steal Seonghwa from me? We’re meant to be together and if you stand in our way, I will fucking kill you!”

“S-stop, you’re hurting me!” you exclaimed sorrowfully. You tried your best to shield yourself and push her away but her loyal minions were preventing you from doing so. Just as Eunhee was about to slap you across the face, you witnessed as her threatening hand was stopped mid-air by the interloper whose features you couldn’t quite discern in the dark. But whose voice you would recognize anywhere.

“You think you’re so brave?” Seonghwa yelled at Eunhee and her friends. “Ganging up on her like that? Six against one? You’re the pathetic ones.”

“Hwa, we were just trying to teach her a lesson. She should learn her place, after all,” Eunhee tried to explain.

“A lesson?” he scoffed. “You dumbasses can’t even pass Calculus and you want to teach the smartest girl in our school a lesson?” your heart melted with warmth at how highly he thought of you. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“You won’t tell my dad, right?” Eunhee was suddenly on the defensive. She’d probably be in big trouble if he found out how his precious daughter was behaving in school.

“Get out of my sight right now or I’ll tell the whole country,” Seonghwa threatened through gritted teeth. (Later on, he actually did tell her dad about the incident and Eunhee, along with her followers, were suspended from school for two weeks. Oh, and their rich parents cut off their money, which was pretty impressive an accomplishment). And so, the vicious girls scattered like roaches in daylight. Pulling you onto your feet, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and started walking towards his car which you somehow hadn’t noticed parked nearby. Getting inside, he started the engine immediately but his hands were clutching the steering wheel so hard you were feeling a bit scared. You had never seen your best friend so angry. Well, maybe the only other time that came close was when you were telling him about your past experiences with bullying...

“Are you mad at me?” you asked sheepishly.

“At you?” he chuckled harshly. “Why would I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I don’t know...”

“Why didn’t you fight them back?” Seonghwa inquired.

“I tried, but I was reminded of middle school and just...froze. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’m not blaming you,” he replied calmly. “I was just wondering. Cause I know you’ve been going to self-defense classes. And I thought you were making progress. I mean, the last time I came to watch, you were pretty good.”

That was before the summer. Of course it was. Still, you were touched by the fact that he remembered. Despite acting like he didn’t care, you instinctively knew he did.

“I mean, I was,” you said. “But I panicked.”

Seonghwa let go of the wheel with one hand and placed it on your bare knee, rubbing calming circles around it. You two were alone so you were certain this was no longer the fake dating thing. This was just your best friend being there for you when you needed him the most.

“If anyone tries that shit again, just tell them you’re my girlfriend, alright? They have to be idiots to mess with you,” he spoke angrily.

“Fake girlfriend,” you reminded him sadly.

“That’s none of their business,” he replied, but didn’t correct you. Oh, how badly you wished to be his real girlfriend. To show him how much you cared for him.

“Why did you change so much over the summer?” you suddenly asked, while Seonghwa was driving you home.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Seonghwa responded harshly. “You don’t like my green hoodie and you also don’t like my leather jacket? There’s really no satisfying you, is there?”

“I didn’t mean your clothes,” you mumbled. “Just...your overall attitude towards me. Before the summer you used to let me squeeze your cheeks and sit in your lap and now you seem so...unapproachable. I’m just saying, we were closer when I was your best friend than we are now that I’m your fake girlfriend.”

Seonghwa stopped the car abruptly, making you blink in shock.

“I changed because I was sick of you treating me like a little boy and I wanted you to start seeing me as a man,” he admitted but without looking into your eyes.

“W-what are you saying?” you swallowed nervously.

“Nevermind.”

“No, you have to talk to me, Hwa!” you insisted desperately. “If you still consider me your best friend, be honest with me. Please.”

“This,” he gestured vaguely at you as he finally met your gaze. “This is exactly why I changed so much, Y/N. I don’t want to be your best friend anymore.”

His cruel words hurt you more than anything you’d ever experienced in your life. More than all the bullying, the slapping and getting pushed against a wall. Losing your best friend was your worst fear. But you had promised yourself to never be weak again. So the second he said that, you pulled the handle of the side door, attempting to get out of his car. Before you could do that, Seonghwa grabbed your hand, effectively keeping you in place.

“I want to be your boyfriend. For real this time,” he elaborated.

You stared at him in utter confusion.

“But...when I confessed, you acted like you didn’t care. Like I meant nothing to you.”

“Forget how I acted. I only offered the fake dating shit because I wanted to get closer to you again. Make up for the lost time during the summer. Do you honestly think I give a fuck about what Eunhee thinks or says about me? I just used that as an excuse. I’ve told her I’m not into her hundreds of times. And yes, maybe I have changed. Not because I don’t care about you. But because I do. You used to gush about Count Dracula and Darth Vader so much that I thought if I became the bad guy, you’d finally notice me. I wanted so terribly to impress you and make you stop seeing me as your adorable best friend that I got too lost in the feeling of holding power over you...Too lost to notice you liked me all along, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you whispered teary-eyed. “I do,” correcting yourself. “H-hwa, I’m so sorry to break it to you but-”

“If you reject me, I won’t be responsible for attempted murder,” Seonghwa interrupted you jokingly.

“I’m so sorry to break it to you,” you repeated with a sly smirk. “But no matter how hard you try to change, I will always see you as my adorable best friend. And though I have to admit I did stop teasing you temporarily, that was only because you suddenly started behaving like the dangerously sexy king of the high school. Can you blame me for feeling a little intimidated? I know I’ve said this before but I didn’t think me teasingly calling you Kermit would go this far. I never meant to hurt you, Hwa.”

“I know you didn’t, princess,” Seonghwa whispered, gently stroking your cheeks.

“And yes,” you smiled shyly, leaning into his touch.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to be your real girlfriend. It would be a dream come true.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, as if the very idea seemed amusing to him. “How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, I would do anything for you, sir,” you uttered the last word without thinking much, your brain somehow recalling a time when you two had discussed how you’d enjoy being called by a potential significant other. In retrospect, that wasn’t really a thing best friends generally talked about.

“Sir?” Seonghwa grinned, leaning his head against your forehead. “Keep that up and your real girlfriend status will be confirmed.”

“I want to kiss you so much,” you were on the verge of begging. Oh, screw it. “Please, please, let me kiss you.”

He didn’t respond, just connected your lips with his own softly, taking his time with you. It was pure magic. You had thought about kissing your best friend thousands of times. But nothing compared to the reality. Parting your lips further to let his tongue in, you physically couldn’t prevent yourself from moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed by how good it felt. How insanely intoxicating he tasted. How you were burning alive and it would be the sweetest death imaginable.

“Not if I kiss you first,” Seonghwa said once he broke the kiss apart. “Oh, wait, I just did.”

What the hell...had just happened? Sneaking a peak at the time, you were suddenly panicking by how late it was.

“Holy shit, my parents are going to kill me!” you exclaimed. “Can you please drive me home?”

“Sure thing, princess,” he laughed, increasingly amused by your flustered self. “That’s exactly what I was intending to do anyways. I’m not in the habit of keeping little girls past their bed time.”

“Shut up, I’m not a little girl!” you complained. “I’m just a few months younger than you. Asshole.”

“Hey! Is that any way to speak to your devoted boyfriend?” Seonghwa scolded you teasingly.

Oh, God. You loved the sound of that. Your best friend was now your boyfriend. It still felt unreal.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mewled apologetically, already knowing how to make him weak for you with just one tiny word. “And thank you for taking me home.”

“Anytime,” Seonghwa smiled. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

You could get used to it. Reaching forward to open the door for you, he whispered in your ear:

“I’m taking you out on our first date. Doll yourself up for me, will you?”

You nodded, your heart beating too fast to actually manage a verbal response. After you got inside and suffered a brief interrogation from your parents (using the library+extra assignments excuse), you hurried up the stairs, took a quick shower and then went to bed. No sooner had you closed your eyes than your phone buzzed with notifications.

Kermit the Frog: You still up?

Kermit the Frog: For fear of sounding lame, I moss you already

Kermit the Frog: *Miss...damn autocorrect

You chuckled upon seeing his messages. Whatever demon possessed you to still keep that nickname in your chat, you knew you had to change it immediately. If he saw it on your first date tomorrow, you would never hear the end of it.

You: I’m awake, yes

You: And I moss you too 😉

You purposefully misspelled the word to tease him. After all, it was only in order.

Boyfie 🐸: That obnoxious Kermit nickname better be gone by tomorrow

He texted as if he’d read your mind and you gasped in surprise.

Boyfie 🐸: Or we’re having our first couple fight!!

You: How did you know?!?

Boyfie 🐸: Not my fault you keep your phone unlocked sometimes

Boyfie 🐸: I’m not kidding, change it right now 😡

You: Changed it already

You texted him back quickly, sending him a screenshot.

You: Can I at least keep the frog emoji? 🥺

Boyfie 🐸: NO!!! REMOVE IT OR WE BREAK UP 😡😡😡

You: Damnit, Hwa, your angery Aries is showing...okay, fineee

You sent another screenshot of the now changed emoji.

You: Happy now?

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Much better, princess 🤗🤗🤗

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Now go to sleep, we have early classes tomorrow

You: Wow, so bossy. Okay, sir, I’m going

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Good night, my baby 😘

You: Staaahp, ohmygosh. And good night, Hwa 🥺

The next morning you ran outside faster than The Flash as soon as you heard the oh-so-familiar honks. When you saw Seonghwa waiting there to pick you up, your heart did a backflip as you excitedly took the passenger seat.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” you greeted him and kissed his cheek. “This still feels so strange.”

“Well, you better get used to it, doll. Wow, you really cleaned up nicely today,” he complimented your pastel pink dress. “Not that you usually don’t! You’re always gorgeous, I just meant that you’re especially gorgeous and...nope, that also sounds wrong. Okay, I shut up now.”

“Relax,” you giggled. “It’s fine. I appreciate the effort. You don’t look so bad yourself. Oh, who am I kidding? You’re practically sex on legs 24/7. I think it’s time for me to shut up now.”

“You’re so cute when you get flustered. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Just you,” you admitted.

Once you walked into the school, it was like everyone noticed the subtle change in your dynamic. Because Seonghwa did something he never did before. He carried your bag and gave you his leather jacket! And Hwa’s friends were immediately onto you like bees to honey.

“I mean, I knew you guys were dating,” Seonghwa’s friend Yunho observed. “But I never saw the chemistry before, to be honest. Until now. I mean, come on, Y/N was like a loyal puppy, always following Hwa around.”

“Hey, don’t give him any ideas!” you joked.

“Too late. Already ordered the collar,” Seonghwa winked.

“Kinky. Can’t tell if I’m into it or want to cut off my ears,” Yunho grinned. “Probably both.”

“Nice chat, but we gotta head to class, Yu,” Seonghwa said because his friend was in a different class.

“See you for lunch?” Yunho suggested.

“Can’t. Already made plans with this little girl,” Hwa tilted his head towards you.

“Whoo, enjoy, then!”

“It’s not what it sounds like!” you groaned, feeling uncharacteristically embarassed.

“Isn’t it?” Seonghwa smirked mysteriously and pulled you towards the room you had class in.

“Nothing involving collars and puppies, I assure you!” you yelled (perhaps a little too loudly), twisting your head, not wanting to give Yunho and the rest of Seonghwa’s friends the wrong idea.

When your classes for the day were over, Seonghwa led you towards his car once again. You were a bit nervous to make a good impression on your first date. Even though it was silly. Your best friend of four years had surely made a first impression a long time ago.

“Where are we going?” you asked to break the awkward silence.

“It’s a surprise, princess. Can you be patient for me?”

“I can,” you promised dutifully and placed your tiny hand on top of his. “Anything for you, sir.”

Seonghwa lost focus on the road for the briefest of moments in order to give you a warning look. One look and that was all you needed to keep you quiet and obedient. Eventually, you realized where he was taking you. Though you hadn’t been to his place for a couple of months now, you couldn’t forget how the drive to Seonghwa’s home looked.

“I dressed myself up and we’re just going to your place?” you hmphed in playful annoyance. “So much for our glamorous first date.”

“Don’t underestimate the power of my cooking skills. Shit, I sorta ruined the surprise, didn’t I?”

“Aww, you were planning to cook for me on our first date? Hwaaa, I’ve only had you as a boyfriend for less than 24 hours and you’re already pulling out the big guns! I don’t mean to push my luck but if you’re cooking now, I’m trembling to witness our one month anniversary.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“You’re very ambitious to think you can put up with me for an entire month.”

”Hwa, sweetie, I’ve put up with you for four years.”

“Not as your boyfriend, you haven’t.”

“We’ll talk again in 30 days,” you vowed enigmatically.

“Here we are,” Seonghwa announced once he parked in front of his home. “My parents are currently at work so you don’t need to worry about...well, anything, really.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” for some reason his words made you even more worried.

“Nothing, I just meant you can...like, be yourself. There’s no one to impress.”

“There’s you,” you pointed out. “Don’t forget your parents already know me. And besides, you’re the only person I care about impressing.”

“Not to stroke your ego, but you’ve already impressed me. After all, you’re the only one who’s had the audacity to compare me to a freaking muppet and survived.”

“Point taken,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” Seonghwa suggested and the two of you entered his house. No matter how much you begged him to let you help with the cooking, he was insistent that he would do all the work. Said something about making up to you for the times you had to carry his bag or buy snacks to him and his friends. When you argued that you also had some making up to do for all the times you teased him a little too insensitively, he said that you agreeing to be his real girlfriend was enough to satisfy his wounded heart. Seeing that there was no point in arguing, you gave up and occupied yourself by mindlessly scrolling through social media. About an hour later, Seonghwa finally deemed his culinary masterpieces ready to be eaten. He allowed you to at least help set the table which you considered a small victory. The second you tried the first meal, you were so overwhelmed by the exquisite tastes that you spoke without thinking much.

“God, I wanna marry you.”

Seonghwa simply chuckled, amused by your unexpected reaction.

“Did I say that out loud?” you whispered, completely mortified, covering your mouth in embarassment.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Shit, I’m such a mess,” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine. I take it as a compliment. Now, eat up before it gets cold. If my wicked plan works, you’ll have bought me a wedding ring by the time dessert arrives.”

“Truly wicked. I’m in danger,” you laughed and kept enjoying the various meals Seonghwa had prepared.

Once the plates were empty, you felt so full and warm you couldn’t possibly move. And no, that wasn’t an exaggeration. Seonghwa had to physically carry you to the couch so that you two would re-watch Star Wars: Return of the Jedi together, warmly cuddled up under a blanket.

Suddenly, you were possessed by the urge to speak your mind and be as honest with him as possible. After hiding your true feelings for four years, now that you were finally given the chance to be yourself, you were feeling uncharacteristically brave.

“You know, even though I was messing around earlier, I had indeed daydreamed about marrying you back in our first year of high school. You were the first boy who ever treated me like I wasn’t the walking joke of the universe. The first who ever hung out with me not as a prank but because you actually saw me as a friend. When I started teasing you about your cute habits, I hope you know I never wished to hurt you. I just wanted to show you that I notice and appreciate every single detail about you. So, yeah, I really like you, Hwa. Have liked you for a long time.”

Seonghwa had paused the movie the second you started talking. And now that you were done sharing your thoughts, he seemed unable to say anything. The silence was a bit awkward so you interrupted it once again.

“I’m sorry, that was silly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so early in our re-”

This time, he interrupted you with a kiss, pulling you into his lap, just like the good old days. You smiled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him.

“It wasn’t silly. I appreciate you saying all that,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And for the record, I know you meant well with all the teasing. In a sense, a part of me even suspected that you liked me back. But I was also feeling a bit insecure. I kept thinking that you could do so much better than go out with dorky Kermit guy who has an obsession with tidying up, you know? That you deserved someone else. But I couldn’t allow anyone else to be that someone. So, I changed myself.”

“Maybe you did change a little. But in my heart, you’re always going to be my Frog Prince Hwa.”

“I hate you so much,” he rolled his eyes.

“Naw, you don’t.”

“Fine. I hate that you’re right.”

Things between you and Seonghwa were going great. It had been three months since you two started dating for real. He was super attentive and caring towards you. However, you were a bit bummed out since not much changed compared to his behaviour as your best friend and as your boyfriend. Sure, you did start kissing each other and occasionally making out (which wasn’t exactly a best friend activity). But there was one thing that still had not happened. And the more time passed, the more anxious you felt to bring it up.

One evening, you had miraculously convinced your parents to let you have a sleepover at Seonghwa’s place. After insisting that nothing out of the ordinary was going on between you two and even if something unusual did happen (which you highly doubted but secretly hoped for), you were going to use protection (and no, you were certainly not referring to Seonghwa’s collection of action figures who carried weapons).

As you and your boyfriend were enjoying your snacks while watching TV from the comfort of his bed, you couldn’t help but finally raise the question that had been tormenting your mind for a while now.

“S-seonghwa...do you not find me attractive?”

“What the hell are you asking me that for? Would you be my girlfriend if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never dated anyone before so...I was just wondering if there’s a particular reason why we still haven’t...taken things to the next level?”

“The next level?” he chuckled. “Relationships aren’t video games. And to answer your question, the reason’s actually the exact opposite of your concerns. We haven’t done anything more than making out because I find you ridiculously attractive. And it’s taking every last inch of my self-restraint to not pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with. I just wanted to wait until you’re ready.”

“Ready? So you knew that I haven’t...with anyone...yet?” you purposefully left out some words because you were feeling incredibly shy discussing this with Seonghwa.

“Of course I knew, princess. You’re my best friend. And my girlfriend.”

“Well, that’s a relief, at least. That you’re not repulsed by my...inexperience.”

“Why would I be when we’re in the same boat?”

“We are?” you whispered in shock.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Seonghwa laughed. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since forever. Did you honestly think I would just screw anyone else?”

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t have options,” you pointed out, referring to all the potential love interests swarming around him like bees. “Unlike me.”

“Are you regretful, little girl?” he inquired, running a lazy finger across your cheek. “Jealous?”

“No, I just...want to be the best for you, sir,” you confessed nervously.

“You’re already the best I could hope for,” Seonghwa responded and kissed you hungrily, burying his hands into your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you curiously needed to know. “That you haven’t either...”

“It’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation?” he pointed out. “What was I supposed to say? Hi, bestie, let’s have lunch together. Oh and by the way, I’m a hopeless virgin pining over you?”

“You’re right,” you laughed. “It would have made things awkward.”

“Now, unless you have any other pressing issues, I suggest we go back to kissing.”

And without giving you the time to argue, Seonghwa devoured your lips rightaway, gently pushing you down so that your back hit the sheets. Then, he started slowly taking off your jeans. Anxiously trembling under his vigorous touch, you placed a hand against his chest. He immediately noticed and put a temporary halt to his ministrations.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he comforted you with all the seriousness in his voice.

“No, I want to, I swear,” you nodded eagerly.

“Princess, you’re literally shaking,” Seonghwa remarked.

“What’s wrong with me?” you sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. Tell me to stop if you feel even the slightest hint of hesitation or discomfort and I will, I promise.”

“I know you would, Hwa. I trust you. But even if I’m a bit nervous, I want to do this with you. Please?”

“Well, I can’t deny you since you’re asking so nicely,” he grinned and continued where he left off. “Can I get rid of these?” Seonghwa inquired, carefully pushing your panties to the side.

“Yes, you can do anything to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have said that,” he chuckled darkly and tore your underwear savagely. You couldn’t even gather the energy to complain about the ruination of your new pair, you were far too turned on by Seonghwa’s aggressive nature to care. He didn’t waste any more time, grabbing your thighs to hold them in place, he began licking your pussy with his tongue and stimulating it with his long fingers. It didn’t take long for you to start squirming beneath his touch, helplessly moaning his name. He didn’t cease his merciless movements until you reached your orgasm. When your breathing finally eased, you gathered the energy to speak again:

“I thought you said you’ve never done this before? How were you so...so...”

“So good?” Seonghwa smirked confidently and bit his lower lip. “I mean...I’ve seen videos. Read some things here and there.”

“Honestly? I think you’re a god.”

“You’ll have to stop complimenting me so much or I’ll develop a god complex,” he joked. “What do you want to do next, baby?”

“I want to suck you off,” you mumbled.

“Who taught you such dirty language?”

“Hey! I read, too,” you pouted and assuredly made your way towards the carpet next to his bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seonghwa asked.

“Aren’t I supposed to kneel in order to pleasure you, sir?”

“Princesses never kneel,” he instructed and got up from the bed, urging you to lie down with your head hanging from the very edge of the bed and make yourself comfortable. “Open up that pretty little mouth for me, will you?”

You did as he asked obediently and even went the extra mile to stick your tongue out. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side, Seonghwa was quick to follow your wishes and let his cock spring free from his jeans. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his monstrous size. Seeing your worries if it will fit reflected in your eyes, he expressed his concern for you:

“Are you sure about this?”

“Please, please, I need you,” you whimpered without thinking, eager to have a taste. Without making you wait any longer, Seonghwa pushed the tip of his cock inside, gently letting your cheeks get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly, he went deeper, allowing you to acquaint yourself with the stretch. When you kept blinking at him in anticipation, he realized you were ready for more and began moving faster, fucking into your mouth at a steady pace. As he neared his high, his motions became less controlled you were sucking more intently, impatient to swallow every last drop of him.

“Shit, I’m going to-” he attempted to break away, but you managed to wrap your hands at the back of his legs in order to keep his cock inside your mouth.

Seconds later, he released his cum and you began drinking it thirstily. When you had made certain that no drop was wasted, you finally let go of his legs, allowing your boyfriend’s dick to dangle freely outside of your mouth.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Seonghwa praised you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “My incredible girl.”

“I’m only yours, sir,” you mumbled, way too affected by him.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mocked you teasingly.

“Yes, sir, I want to belong to you,” you whimpered and turned around to pull him back into bed.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Seonghwa smiled fondly and took a mysterious package out of the back pocket of his jeans. Soon enough, you realized what it was, as he started lining up the condom on his cock.

“Oooh, I brought one of those, as well!” you exclaimed in surprise.

“You came here on a mission, didn’t you? Wicked little thing,” he tsked in fake disapproval.

“It’s not my fault you’re walking around like an Adonis,” you defended yourself boldly.

“You’re one to speak. Freaking goddess,” Seonghwa complimented you and slowly began unbuttoning your shirt you had somehow forgotten you were still wearing. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, always making sure you were feeling safe.

“More than okay,” you consented. Left in nothing but your baby pink bra, you unintentionally shivered at the sudden cold air surrounding you. Soon after that, Seonghwa undid the clasps and you were now only wearing your birthday suit. Feeling a bit timid, you self-consciously covered your breasts and broke eye contact with your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he pressed the palm of his hand against your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

You weakly shook your head and somehow managed to gather the strength to look into his beautifully dark eyes once again.

“Then, let me see you, yeah?” Seonghwa nudged your hands away gently. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

You blushed at his sudden praise and allowed him to have a look. But seconds later, you were getting a bit impatient.

“Please, Hwa, I want you so much.”

“Anything for my princess,” he chuckled and coaxed his tip at your entrance slowly. When you gave him a sign he could go deeper, his movements became bolder. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

“M-more, sir, I swear I can do this,” you begged as you were beginning to unravel beneath him. As he fucked you faster into oblivion, you were no longer thinking straight and his name was the only word you were capable of uttering. Over and over again. Until you both came, blissfully lost in each other’s arms.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Seonghwa offered sweetly, picking you up with little effort and carrying you to the bathtub.

When he started shampooing your hair, rubbing body lotion into your sensitive skin and covering your neck with soft kisses, you couldn’t stop your tears from falling, touched by his infinite tenderness and by the sheer intimacy of the gesture.

“Darling, are you crying?” he questioned you upon hearing your hiccups.

“N-no,” you lied but it was useless, because it was quite obvious you were, in fact, bawling your eyes out.

“Did I hurt you, my sweet princess?” Seonghwa asked in concern.

“How...how could you think that?” you whimpered. “You’ve been nothing but kind and caring towards me. It’s just that...this is the first time I’ve felt so...special, so worthy, so...”

“Loved?” he offered the word you had been seeking for but had been too scared to utter out loud.

“Y-yeah,” you confirmed shyly. “Is it too early to say this? I’m sorry if it is but...I love you, Seonghwa.”

He simply stared at you in disbelief for a couple of seconds. This time, you were once again the one to break the deafening silence.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just...I wanted you to know. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way but-”

“I love you too, baby. Of course I do,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And I’m not just saying it, I don’t feel obliged to say it. As my best friend, you know me better than anyone else. And you know I don’t do things unless I want to. So, believe me when I say this.”

“Fuck,” you uttered and only started crying harder in his arms.

“Shhh, you’re safe with me, sweetheart. I would never harm you,” he comforted you and stroked your hair lovingly, putting all your worries and self-doubts at the very back of your head.

After you were all dried up from the bath and had put on your boyfriend’s shirt while he was still in the shower, you were feeling uncharacteristically confident. Confident enough to look for something you hadn’t seen for a while. You had been wondering if he had it hanging around somewhere in his wardrobe. And after a short period of rummaging you found your treasure. The green hoodie. The Kermit hoodie. You smiled mischievously as you changed into it. It still smelled like him, you beamed. Back when he was simply your best friend, the amount of times you had fantasized about him lending it to you should have been illegal. So now that you had been promoted to his girlfriend, you simply couldn’t let such an opportunity pass you by.

Once Seonghwa got out of the shower, water droplets running down the divine skin on his bare chest, you were too busy staring at him in all his beauty and glory to notice the angry look on his face.

“How did you even find this? It was hidden so well in my wardrobe,” he scowled.

“Don’t be mad,” you pouted adorably. “I look so cute in it, right?”

“Cuter than me, that’s for sure,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and tickled your belly.

“That’s impossible, you make the cutest Kermit,” you giggled, enjoying how easy it was to get on his nerves.

“You’ll never let me live this down, will you?” he groaned.

“Never ever, my stunning Frog Prince,” you vowed and kissed him quickly, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened in shock and he seemed too flustered to continue scolding you.

“You’re in luck today. Nothing can ruin my good mood,” Seonghwa was determined.

“Great,” you grinned gleefully. “Cause from now on, I intend on making all your days filled with joy.”

“From now on?” he chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, princess, my days have been filled with nothing but joy ever since I met you.”

And indeed, both Seonghwa’s days and yours were nothing but pure happiness ever since you decided to make your relationship real. And despite his foolish statement that he no longer wanted to be your best friend, you had somehow managed to convince him that he was both your boyfriend and bestie and that was perfectly okay. As if in the blink of an eye, spring came which meant that the whole school was in nervous excitement about the upcoming prom. Generally, you weren’t the type to get overwhelmed about such a trivial topic. But now that you were dating Seonghwa, the most popular guy in the school, you couldn’t help but worry a little. What if he wanted to go with someone else? Someone equal in “status”? Your worries and insecurities further intensified when he started asking questions in a weird way.

“I need your help,” Seonghwa blurted out over lunch.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so, I have this friend. And he really likes this girl and wants to ask her to prom. What do you think would make her happy?”

You blinked in surprise. You knew that when people pulled the “I’m just asking for a friend” card, they were most likely talking about themselves. Was he seriously thinking of inviting another girl to prom? You tensed a little but tried really hard to remain neutral in your answer and actually make an attempt to help your bestie.

“I mean, all girls are different,” you reasoned. “If you describe her to me, maybe I’ll be able to give a more appropriate suggestion.”

“She’s a bit like you. You know, kinda bookish and-”

“It’s alright, Seonghwa, you can say it. I’m a nerd.”

“Well, yes, but...”

“It’s not exactly a slur,” you chuckled coldly.

“I know, but that’s what your bullies in middle school called you. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive,” Hwa put his hand on top of yours in a gentle, comforting manner.

“It’s fine when if you say it,” you smiled. “I won’t get offended.”

“I was going to say my friend’s crush is intelligent like you but, oh well.”

“That does sound better, I admit,” you giggled.

“She’s also a bit shy and introverted so maybe she wouldn’t enjoy a public promposal. Crowds tend to make her nervous,” Seonghwa observed.

“Seems like you didn’t need my help after all,” you scoffed playfully.

“No, I do! I still haven’t come up with an actual way to propose. I mean, for my friend.”

“Right. Your friend. Well, he can’t go wrong with some poetry under her balcony. If she has one, that is.”

“I’m pretty sure she does.” Seonghwa smirked. “Alright, thanks.”

He jumped from his seat, not even having finished his lunch.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I gotta prepare my friend’s promposal,” he shrugged and disappeared from your sight, leaving you a bit crest-fallen. If he was intending on asking you, he wouldn’t have turned to you for help, right? That would sorta ruin the element of surprise, wouldn’t it? And yet, you knew that Seonghwa wasn’t the type to care about people’s opinions and randomly ask a more popular girl out because of public demand. And he definitely wasn’t the kind of person to just date you for kicks and then ditch you at prom. Despite those very logical reasons, you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

A week later, you realized all your worries had been for nothing. It was a Sunday morning and you had just finished having breakfast with your family. You were leisurely reading on your bed when you heard some suspicious noises coming from your window. You looked up from your book and you could swear you saw tiny rocks hitting the glass! You jumped up angrily, half-expecting to find a bunch of neighbour kids pulling a prank. But you were surprised when you spotted your boyfriend standing under your balcony. Wearing his iconic green hoodie.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, though a hopeful part of you already knew the answer.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,” he recited diligently in a song-like manner.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his overdramatic acting but it was the effort that touched you immensely.

“And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!” he continued sweetly.

You were so in love with this man it was insane.

“Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return,” Seonghwa kept going.

You couldn’t resist the urge to leap off the balcony. It was just the second floor so what could possibly go wrong? Other than a scraped knee and a bit of a limp. God, you were such an idiot.

“Shit, are you okay?” Seonghwa asked in terror and wrapped his arms around you.

“The excruciating pain is worth it if I get to hug you like this,” you grinned, leaning against him for support.

“Why couldn’t you just walk down the stairs like a normal person?”

“And what’s romantic about that?” you joked. “Jumping off a balcony makes for a much better story.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Only for you, my sweet Frogmeo!” you teased and kissed his cheek.

“Wait, I wasn’t finished!” Seonghwa exclaimed excitedly, not bothering to act offended about your obsession with him and that Kermit hoodie. “There was something about cheeks, I swear.”

“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!” you helped him out dutifully.

“O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” he finished proudly and placed his palm against your cheek.

“Only you could possibly mix Romeo and Juliet with The Frog Prince and somehow make it work,” you praised him.

“Does that mean you’ll go to prom with me?” Seonghwa tilted his head to the side adorably.

“Of course I will, baby,” you responded happily.

“Thank God, ‘cause learning that monologue drained my soul and brain,” he whistled playfully.

“You know, you had me worried there for a second,” you confessed reluctantly, because you didn’t want to keep any secrets from your doting boyfriend.

“When?” Seonghwa asked in confusion.

“Lunchtime. A week ago. When you asked me for advice. I thought that...”

“That I would ask someone else?” he correctly guessed your suspicions. And you nodded. “Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?”

“No, you’re perfect. In fact, too perfect. It makes me feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Seonghwa smiled sadly and kissed the top of your head. But he wasn’t angry with you. Just wanted to erase those silly thoughts from your mind.

“You deserve so much more, princess. But I’ll try my best to give you all I can.”

“As will I,” you promised and mischievously pulled the drawstrings on his hoodie, making his face squished adorably.

“If this is the best you’re capable of, I dread to see your worst,” he shook his head in amusement.

“Prince Frogmeo and the Nerdy Princess,” you sighed wistfully. “That would make a hell of a fairy tale, wouldn’t it?”

“How about Kermit the Frog whoops the Princess’s ass for being a brat?” Seonghwa threatened jokingly.

“You know what? I wouldn’t say no to that,” you giggled and started running away from him. “If you catch me first!”

Prom night arrived and despite all the preparations and excitements around it, it was nothing special in itself. What made it special, however, were the moments you spent with Seonghwa. Just dancing and talking seemed to be enough to make your heart leap with joy. And the smile never left your face the entire night.

“School’s really ending, huh?” you spoke aloud without thinking, while you were swaying slightly to the music in your boyfriend’s arms.

“This isn’t the end of us. We’ll go to college, we’ll grow up. The best is yet to come, darling.”

“You know what I meant,” you replied, a hint of sadness tinging your tone. “In college, I’ll study Literature, you’ll study Music. We’ll no longer be able to sit next to each other in class or exchange notes or hold hands under the desk.”

“We’ll do all sorts of other things,” Seonghwa responded cheerfully, trying to think positive. “We’ll have study dates in college, we’ll visit new restaurants and make more memories together. Just because high school is over, doesn’t mean we are. I’m not giving up on my best friend ever.”

“Your girlfriend,” you corrected him playfully.

“My best friend,” he repeated. “You were right. Being in love with each other doesn’t nullify our friendship. Both are equally important to me. You are the most important to me.”

“God, Hwa, how can you say such things so easily?”

“Is your heart fluttering?” your boyfriend and best friend teased you, swirling you around while dancing. You were met with his beautiful dark gaze again as he murmured: “Hi, princess.”

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you chuckled in response.

And you were finally home.

The End

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riphinx · 3 years

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This is hella needed but Tendou getting reassurance from his s/o. She just gently holds his face, looks him dead in the eye, and says almost any loving thing and compliment to him in the book. He deserves it for being bullied and treated badly growing up, so someone he loves (that loves him back just as much) just gives him multiple kisses and tells him how much he means the world to her, how she’ll always be there for him, that he’s perfect just the way he is, and that she’ll always remind him of how much she loves him. Snacks and cuddles included since she wants to do this for a while with him 🥺

TENDO FEELING INSECURE . .

a/n: hi anon! tendo is one of my favs— and that makes me unbelievably nervous to write for him, so i hope this is okay 💕 thanks for sending me this! gave me a chance to rewatch some episodes with him in it :))

info : slight angst to fluff, hinting at insecurities / body image issues, tendo x reader

“‘tori, is something bothering you?” you ask, worriedly looking at his face— to see him quickly breaking eye contact. besides his lip trembling subtly, he looked completely normal.

“hmmm,” he responds, bending down slightly to press his pointer finger to your forehead— and flicks softly. “why wouldn’t i be, y/n-chan?”

you weren’t sure how to respond. you wanted to comfort him, not confront him about hiding his feelings. studying his face to make sure every movement was okay, you slowly raise both your hands to cup his cheek delicately, rising to your toes to move your face closer to his, and to emphasis your next words. “satori.”

despite looking uncomfortable and a little on edge with the use of his full name, he responds with just as much enthusiasm as normal. “yesss?”

“i like you. your face, your hands, your height, especially your eyes! but i also like your personality; how easy you are to talk to, how well you understand others....i like you a lot. you know that, right?”

he manages to keep a facade, gently removing your hands from his face and ruffling your hair. “i know, y/n-chan! we’re together for a reason you know~”

satori swiftly gets behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you elsewhere as he starts listing off his favorite things about you instead. you weren’t having any of it, and you plop down onto the ground, tugging at his jacket to do the same. he looks visibly upset now, and sits down beside you, paying close attention to the ant running by. “‘tori, can i show you how much i love you if you won’t believe me?”

he gives a slight nod, still refusing to make eye contact as he focusing on holding in his tears. you start off with a hand, peppering it with kisses as you compliment them— trying to get him to understand how much you loved holding his hand and how pretty his fingers were. next, you lean forward into his lap, pressing a soft kiss against his temple. you could feel his hands shaking now, so you pull away to look back at him. his voice is just barely above a whisper as he mumbles “y/n.....you won’t leave me, right?”

you grasp his hand with yours, and squeeze it gently. “‘tori, i love you. i’ll be here forever! you’re perfect to me, you know. whatever you’re thinking about yourself— i don’t see it. i never will, because i like everything about you.”

tendo pulls you into a tight embrace. “you’re adorable y/n-chan.~”

despite his voice not cracking, you could feel tears drop onto your jacket, so you return the hug and begin rubbing his back to calm him. satori whispered the quietest “thank you” before finally relaxing into your embrace.

“‘tori, are you still coming over today? since it’s friday?”

“of course i am, y/n-chan.”

“because...i got a lot of snacks so we watch movies together!”

satori gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “..chocolate ice cream too..?”

“yeah. chocolate ice cream too.”

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traekenimagines · 3 years

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Fingerprints: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: Hey, honey ♥️ I absolutely adore your writing, and I am so happy to see that requests are open again! Is there a chance we could get an insecure Theo? After he's back from hell as a "new man", he caught feelings for the reader, but he doesn't think he's deserving. He feels guilty, and hates himself, because he tried to kill reader in the past (they caught onto his schemes alongside Stiles and he tried to get rid of them), and they ended up very hurt. But now he helped them out a lot, and they are on good terms, but reader feels something is off about Theo, and confronts him? Ooooh! Follow up to the insecure Theo, if it happens, bonus points for touch-starved!Theo ! I know, I'm a horrible human being.....Regarding insecure Theo, I was actually thinking about hurt/comfort maybe, but emotional smut would be nice too! So, however you feel like doing ♥️

This has a tiny bit of smut in it. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

In the few months that Theo Raeken had been back from Hell, a lot of things had changed. He had gone from Y/N’s worst enemy to her friend, from hating her to hating himself because of what he did to her. She had ended up hurt because of his attempts to keep his plan a secret in the early days of their feud, and he had gone from not caring to feeling incredibly guilty about it.

He was conscious of the way that instead of looking at him with disgust, she looked at him with pity in her eyes. He was conscious of the way she smiled at him, and all he could think about was what it would be like to kiss that smile off her face.

He was conscious of the way she fiddled with her hands whenever she was nervous, and all he could think about was what it would be like to have her touch him, to feel the ghost of her fingerprints on his skin.

Theo hadn’t been touched for a very long time. He craved the feeling of skin against his, and not just sexually. He longed for a human touch, for a hand in his, for someone to wrap their arms around him, and remind him what affectionate warmth felt like.

He wanted that someone to be Y/N, wanted to feel her delicate, tender skin brushing against his.

But he felt so guilty for what he’d done, and he knew that his ideal situation could never happen. Which was why, when she asked him what was wrong, he lied. Sat in her bedroom, Y/N searching for a book that she was making him read, she had turned to him and asked him why he was so different around her.

“I’m not different, Y/N.” But he was, he was so different. He was lonely, and he wanted something he couldn’t have.

“You should know by now that you can’t lie to me.” Y/N sat down next to him on the bed, and Theo was conscious of how close her leg was to his. There was that craving again, that desire to be touched. “What’s wrong?”

Theo hated how concerned she sounded. He didn’t deserve her worry, didn’t deserve her trying to be his friend. He looked up at her, at those eyes that looked as if they were searching for his soul and he couldn’t help but let the words tumble out of his mouth. “Do you know what it’s like, to crave something so badly? The whole time I was down there all I could think about was how much I wanted to touch someone. And not like that. Just a single touch, a fingerprint somewhere. And all I can think about now is how much I want that from you. But I shouldn’t. Because I hurt you, I almost got you killed. I don’t deserve that from you.”

Theo looked at Y/N, and he could feel the tears welling in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he had just confessed, expected Y/N to throw him out of her house.

He almost yelped when she reached up and cupped his cheek, her thumb skirting along the line of his jaw. Her touch was unlike anything he had ever felt, her fingers so soft against his skin, warmth flooding through him.

He couldn’t help but kiss her back when she captured his lips in her own, a slow gentle kiss that left him wanting more when she parted from him. She smiled at him. “How’s that?” Her eyes flitted back to his lips, and Theo could hear her heartbeat accelerating. “You shouldn’t feel bad for wanting someone, Theo. God knows, I don’t feel bad for wanting you.”

Theo didn’t respond, only kissed her over and over again, removing her clothes in the process. He felt like he was on fire as she pushed him back onto the bed, his own clothes having been discarded in the frenzy of their kisses. He let her take control as she sunk onto him, the moment he entered her unlike anything he could have anticipated.

She moved slowly, letting him savour every touch of her skin against his. He was conscious of her breathing, of the sounds that escaped her mouth as she took her fill of him, of the way she said his name and the way her fingers splayed out on his chest as she found her ecstasy.

She let him find his own, moving against him, giving him the human contact he had so desired.

When they were finished, when she collapsed next to him, Y/N wrapped her fingers around his, the ghost of her fingerprints still on his body. She kissed his collarbone, and in that moment, Theo knew that he would forever crave the human touch of the person next to him.

The next day, when Scott asked him what was wrong, Theo told the truth. He told the werewolf that nothing was wrong, that everything was fine, looking over at Y/N on the other side of the room.

She caught his gaze, smiling at him, and not for the first time, Theo wondered how it would feel to kiss that smile off her face.

It would take some time for Theo to get back to normal, to feel like himself again, and he knew that Y/N understood that from the look on his face, the disbelief that she wanted him. But a bigger part of him knew the truth.

Everything was fine and it would be, as long as he had her fingerprints all over him.

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crossdreamers · 3 years

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Hello, I'm new here and I have a question for the LGBT members. I am a Catholic Ally and I support you guys, I have this friend who hates transpeople and femboys for some reason. I have always respected him even if he's an atheist what should i do?

What to do with a transphobic friend

Catholic or atheist... in this context that difference does not matter much. This is all about being a compassionate and caring human being, which are Christian virtues for sure, but also values followed by most atheists.

So the real question is: What we do with friends who are transphobic?

Implicit transphobia

Transphobia comes in different flavors and different intensity.

There is one type of transphobia which may be turned into something good, and that is what I like to call "implicit transphobia".

These persons have not really though through their attitudes to trans and queer people. They simply repeat the prejudices of the people around them.

These transphobes are often deeply embedded in the idea of "normal people" doing this or "normal people" not doing that, but they have never really reflected on what this "normal" is.

This is why they will also end up arguing that "there is something wrong with them" or "they are mentally ill", even if this if all relevant health organizations say this is not the case. They simply do not know enough about trans and queer people and fill that void with whatever prejudices their local culture harbor.

You may reach such people with a combination of facts ("the medical community agrees that trans and queer people are not mentally ill") and humanization. Humanization is the act of turning trans and queer people from the alien "Other" to "One of Us":

"They are people like us! They have longings like us. They have fears like us. They have abilities like us. The only thing that makes us different is their gender identity (in the case of trans people) and/or who they love."

Concrete examples can make a huge difference. You might, for instance, ask them if they have reflected on how trans kids feel when they are being aggressively invalidated by adult men in power. Would they let their own kids/siblings/young cis friends be treated in this way?

If they already have gay or lesbian friends, they may be used as examples of how variance is not a threat.

Strong transphobia

There is another group that is much harder to turn around. These transphobes have latched onto transphobia as a way of channeling their anger and their fear.

The cause of this anger is often completely unrelated to real trans people. This is also why they may, at the same time, attack anyone who does not adhere to their narrow rules for what is "normal" and "acceptable". So transphobia is often – but not always – accompanied by homophobia, racism and/or misogyny.

The real cause of this anger is often the fear of losing social status and respect.

They follow the script of the bully: They find some sense of power, order and acceptance by hating and harassing those who are different. The acceptance comes from other bigots, who – together, as a community – see themselves as protectors of the normal.

They are not, of course. They are, in fact, exactly the kind of people that makes society oppressive, cruel and disruptive.

To what extent you may reach such transphobes is a question of deep into the hole of hatred they have gone, and how much of their humanity they have left.

Red flag

You say that your friend "hates transpeople and femboys". That is a big read flag for me. This would normally mean that he is suffering from a combination of homophobia and the fear of femininity in men on the one hand and a hatred of transgender women on the other. This again is most likely associated with misogyny and a disrespect of women.

This probably means that his sense of security is anchored in a very strict gender binary, where safety is found in "real men" behaving like "real men" and "real women" following the feminine scripts.

If he himself has experienced feelings that are in conflict with this binary, he might attack trans and queer people instead of handling his own desires and dreams in a constructive way.

I am afraid the only ethical thing you can do here is to confront him about his attitudes. Tell him that you do not agree with him in this and that he should stop harming queer and trans people.

His response will give you an indication of whether there is a chance that he will come around. If you sense some kind of insecurity, you might come back to him later and repeat your message. However, if he doubles down, and gets aggressive towards you, he is not the kind of friend you want or deserve. I would cut him loose, if I were you.

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bangtangalicious · 3 years

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the glow up (7) | pjm, kth

pairing: taehyung x reader, jimin x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 6.6k (oops)

warnings: multiple smut scenes, unprotected sex, doggy style, love-making, daddy kink+impreg kink+praise kink if you squint, toxic behavior, cheating, unhealthy relationship dynamics, emotional sex, oral (f receiving), alcohol-abuse, public sex/exhibitionism, a whole lot of kissing

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“I need to tell you something Tae” Taehyung used to always generally wonder what it would be like to be shot with a gun. He wondered if the pain was quick, or if it was constant. “Jimin asked me out, and I said yes”

Wait. How did he even get here? Taehyung’s vision was blurred. He was not entirely sure he was even conscious, the temperature and humidity exorbitantly high in the enclosed shower. Something carnal had overcome him, as though he saw the opportunity to claim his prize and he ravished for it, pushing aside all inhibitions in the process. That prize was you. But the second you said the words he so badly craved, his heart plummeted. The tone. The look on your face. None of it was right. You had quickly retracted everything you said, barely giving him a minute to relish in it.

He tried to kiss you softly, trying to act like everything was perfect and he was satisfied with you. He tried to suppress the newfound ache he felt deep in his veins, focusing instead on your hot wet body pressed up against him with no space to breathe.

At least Jimin had seen it. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? Taehyung glanced back at the boy who was almost lifelessly sitting on the bathroom floor, tears escaping his pained eyes, but not a sound.

“I’m so sorry” You exhaled, bringing him back to reality. Taehyung smiled, hugging you close but maintaining his gaze on Jimin. He couldn’t handle a confrontation right now. He was exhausted, dizzy and needed to get some sleep. “I need to tell him…I…I fucked up.” Was this all a dream?

Jimin quietly rose from where he had collapsed, and before you could see that he saw everything, he backed out of the room, an intense stare locked on Taehyung’s now drooping eyes. Taehyung could barely stand straight, the alcohol kicking in hard now. His head ached, and he felt like everything around him was slowing down. He shut his eyes, letting the warm darkness of ignorance envelop him.

The scent of fall was always so refreshing. It reminded you that soon you would be returning to campus, where your real life lay, and your little bubble fantasy would come to an end. And in this case, you wished that it would come sooner. You missed the days where your biggest concern was an upcoming paper due, or if you would be able to land an interview.

You were at the local market with you ran into the person you least expected to see. Jungkook.

“Well hi there hottie” Jungkook winked. You felt a bitter taste in your mouth as he chuckled, “I’m kidding…chill. What’s up?” He came over to your cart, leaning casually against it.

“Shopping” You muttered trying to express your discomfort. Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Listen Y/n, I’m really sorry about everything this summer. You and I were friends, and I disrespected you. I know sorry doesn’t undo it but, I really do feel bad about it all”

“O..okay” You shrugged, his apology making you all the more uncomfortable “If you’ll excuse me…”

“Taehyung really misses you.” He blurted, “Why did you suddenly just stop talking to him?

You scoffed, “He knows”

“He doesn’t. He really doesn’t remember anything Y/n. He didn’t know you were dating Jimin until a few days ago when I brought it up because I saw his insta story”

You blushed slightly, remembering the sweet picnic Jimin had taken you on. You had come clean to Jimin, and surprisingly he had not been upset with you. He simply agreed that perhaps you guys were neither at a place to be in a relationship, and that your friendship was far too important to risk.

You two decided at least for the time being, to stay friends. Ever since then, you had been able to hang out with him normally. His only caveat being that you stop seeing Taehyung.

“Anyone but him Y/n…please” Jimin had pleaded. Your heart clenched. You had only just begun to entertain the idea of Taehyung as something more than a fuckbuddy, but now that door was closed before it even opened.

You rolled your eyes at Jungkook, “We’re not dating.”

“Okay then why can’t you go see Taehyung? He’s been calling you like crazy, he’s asked me to call you. He’s so confused” You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about it. That you hadn’t been constantly thinking about it. Your lack of response prompted Jungkook to continue, “Y/n…I’ve literally never seen him like this okay. He hasn’t been doing anything. He hasn’t been hooking up…or even talking to anyone else anymore. He barely eats, he just sits in bed being a pathetic wimp all day. Least you could do is give him an explanation”

“Jimin doesn’t want me to talk to him. That’s what it took”

“God how are you even friends with this prick?” Jungkook scoffed, “Jimin can suck a tree truck ok, what do you want to do?” You simply shrugged. You hadn’t really even asked yourself that. You were an absolute mess and you hated it. But Taehyung never minded. He saw the mess, and instead of trying to clean you up he embraced the mess you were, seeing what was beneath all of it, just a girl who wanted to be cherished. Someone who wanted to be celebrated. Yes, you liked attention. Yes, you liked being adored. Taehyung checked off every box.

You sighed, “Ok, I’ll call him” Jungkook pouted “Fine. I’ll go see him” He grinned.

Taehyung rolled over, his comforter falling off his bed into a pile on the floor. He groaned into his pillow. He felt pathetic. He was able to harbor his crush for so long and accept the reality that Y/n was not his to have, but now he had a taste. He had become attached. And it hurt like hell.

You had stopped talking to him out of the blue after Hobi’s party. He remembered kissing you in the pool, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing else was coming back to him.

Taehyung had cried so much in the past few days, his skin was absolutely dry. He felt helpless, like he didn’t even get a chance. He wanted to take you on dates. He wanted to kiss you in public, swinging you around like the princess you were. His princess. He wanted to spoil you and see that cute smile of yours. He didn’t want to have sex anymore. Well…he did. The thought of you on his cock was the closest thing to pleasure he felt anymore. But as soon as he remembered he’d never ever have that pleasure again, it would end up hurting even more.

“Tae?” He clenched his eyes shut, preferring to sleep because at least then he could dream that you were there. “Tae it’s me” Your voice was soo soothing to him. He could listen to you all day.

Taehyung jumped suddenly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was you. You were actually there. Taehyung quickly wiped his face with his hand and rubbed his eyes to confirm what he was seeing.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung’s voice was soft, almost broken.

“I owe you an explanation” As soon as you said those words you almost laughed, “Actually, I don’t owe you anything. But you forgot what happened so” Taehyung reached for your hands put you shifted away. His eyes were wide, pleading for just a simple touch.

“Look whatever it is I’m so sorry okay” Taehyung whimpered, trying to reach for you again, watching as the tips of his fingers touched yours. “God I missed you” He looked back up at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

“We fucked. But Jimin had just asked me out and we were drunk. We fucked in a shower and then I told you that it was a mistake. Then you passed out. I told Jimin what happened, and he forgave me but asked that I stop seeing you. Which is fair.” You gulped. “I said I loved you” Taehyung’s hand slid over yours, “I regretted it”

You could feel him trembling. “Really?” Taehyung whispered. You nodded before realizing what you had just implied. Taehyung firmly grasps your hand now, pulling you towards him slightly, reaching his other hand to your face and stroking your jaw. He exhales. Your breath hitched as he pulled your face in close. He licked his lips, letting his eyes drop to your lips then back to gaze into your eyes. “Is that a yes for regretting or a yes that you love me?” He looked like heaven, his eyelashes fluttering right before you, a teasing gleam in his gaze. You couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you, kissing him desperately.

Taehyung fell on his back, pulling you to straddle him. You dipped your chest, pressing against him as you moaned into the kiss, wanting to feel his warmth as much as possible. He was sweaty from being in bed for so long, but you didn’t care. You ran your fingers through his tangled locks, swallowing his tongue in your mouth. Taehyung gripped your hips, pinching your sides fondly. His fingers pressed into your skin as the slipped under the waistline of your shorts. You gasped for air only for Taehyung to whine, raising himself to meet your lips again before you could even finish a breath.

“Fuck princess” Taehyung hissed as you found a way to wiggle off your tank top, revealing a cute bralette. You maybe had an inkling something like this would go down. Never hurt to be prepared. “You little minx, you knew daddy was gonna fuck you huh?”

You giggled as he sat up and pulled you flush against him, peppering kisses across your chest. He pushed his face into your breasts and paused, inhaling deeply. “So fucking hot” He murmured.

The feeling of his soft hair on your skin made your heart pound insanely fast. He looked up at you, his eyes full of mischief and lust. He pushed you back so he was on top of you now, pulling off his shirt seamlessly. You traced his chest.

He kissed you harshly, biting your lip before moving down your body. He kept his eyes glued to yours as he moved from your lips, down to your neck, your chest, your tits, your stomach, your thighs. Once he reached your knees he stopped and tugged off your shorts and panties.

“Is this for me princess?” His voice was so incredibly soft as it vibrated against your inner thigh. You gulped and nodded. “You look delicious baby…I can’t wait to taste you”

You squealed as his tongue found your clit. His warm tongue knew your pussy well and it showed, as he made you twitch and scream beneath him, hitting all the right places. He ate you out like you were his last meal, carefully savoring every bit of your dripping cunt.

He broke away to lick his lips, smirking at you. “Get on your knees” He ordered. You shivered at the prospect. You got ready for him as he shed the rest of his clothing. His cock was throbbing for you. He gripped your wrists harshly as he positioned himself behind you, leaning over you so his face was buried in the back of your neck.

“You’re so good for me, such a good girl.” He groaned, rolling his hips so that his cock brushed past your ass. His kissed your shoulder fondly. “So perfect mm” He let go of your wrists, pumping his cock before guiding into you. Your hole practically sucked him in. You weren’t as stretched out as you could have been, so you felt the pain as he slowly bottomed out. Taehyung collapsed over you again, kissing your cheek softly and grabbing your breasts.

“Holy fuck you’re tight” He moaned out, savoring the feeling of just being inside of you. He nuzzled into your neck cutely. “All mine. My princess” He kissed your cheek again as he rolled his hips. The contrast was overwhelming. Your heart didn’t know what to feel. The boy of your dreams being an absolute darling while also taking you from behind.

“Is this okay baby?” He thrusted into you harshly, pausing to make sure it didn’t hurt.

“Yeah…more Tae…do more” You whined. Taehyung chuckled, groping you harshly as he flexed his hips again. He loved the way your whole body would jerk under him with every thrust. Your breasts steady in his hands as the rest of you pushed further into the mattress.

You could feel yourself getting lost in the feeling. His sensual grind making your whole body feel fluttery and excited. He felt amazing. His nose traced the nape of your neck. You closed your eyes, savoring the way you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you. “Fuck princess you’re so goddamn tight, just squeezing the fuck out of me”

“Do…do I feel good? Do you like it?” You asked nervously, unsure if you needed to be doing anything differently. You tried to push your ass back as he thrusted to allow him to get even deeper inside of you.

“Of course princess, you feel amazing. You’re so fucking good. So good. Such a good girl for me” Taehyung let out a low growl as his pace sped up, “My little princess, all wet and tight for me, letting me just pound into you like…fuckkk” He cried out as you clenched down on him, feeling a small rush of adrenaline overtake you. You knew you would cum soon, his words turning you on beyond reason.

“Just like that baby…so good…that’s it baby” He urged you on, noticing you getting wetter by the second. The obscene squelching mixed with your loud whimpers filling the room. “Come on princess, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me. Cum for me like the good girl you are” Taehyung’s voice was incredibly sensual, and your brain short circuited. You squealed as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Your orgasm shaking you to the core, causing you to clamp your cunt tightly around Taehyung’s cock, twitching as you gushed onto him.

“Yes…fuck yes” Taehyung basked in the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you even faster through it. “You feel so good holy fuck” He cried out, his hands leaving your breasts to help hold himself up as his hips began moving insanely fast.

“I’m…” He exhaled, “Gonna….” He slowed down his thrusts, wanting to savor the feeling a bit longer before he burst. “Princess say you love me. Tell me how much you love me”

Your heart swelled, a comforting feeling washing over you at the realization that Taehyung was really yours. That maybe…maybe you were having sex with the guy that would be your boyfriend. You couldn’t keep down a smile.

“I love you Taehyung. I love you. Cum inside me baby. Want you” You choked out. You felt his cock twitch inside you before a hot liquid shoots into your core. Taehyung screams out as he empties inside of you, immediately falling to your side limply.

There was a moment of silence before Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and pulled your naked body into his embrace. He kissed your neck all over, making you giggle and squirm.

“Y/n…will you be my girlfriend” Taehyung asked simply, gazing fondly into your eyes. Reality hit you again.

“I…I can’t”

“If Park Jimin is really your friend, he will support you. A real friend doesn’t tell you who you can or cant see” Taehyung reasoned.

“Yeah but…”

“I love you so much y/n” Taehyung pressed his lips onto your forehead, “Let me show you. I wanna take you out. I wanna get to know you better. Please.”

You sighed. Jimin would be dealt with. Right now all you wanted was to love and be loved by the man in front of you.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll be your girlfriend”

——-

The next time you saw Jimin, you two had decided to meet up on the beach to go on a run. He arrived, water bottle in hand, ready to burn some steam. You smiled slightly knowing that he would probably have a good workout after you told him the news.

“Jimin”

“Hey” He smiled.

“I want to date Taehyung”

And the smile vanished. Jimin clenched his bottle.

“Let’s jog” You recommended, and you took off, keeping a slower pace so that you could still talk to Jimin. The brush of the air past you felt refreshing as your heart rate began to pick up. “He really loves me”

“So?”

“So…if you really were my friend why would you stop me from being with someone who cares about me too”

“You know why.” Jimin picked up his speed.

“But Jimin, that’s not really fair” You chased after him. “Please you know I need you, so don’t make me choose”

“I hate him Y/n. I really hate him” Jimin growled, now practically sprinting You took a deep breath and tried to keep up.

“Jimin…slow down” You panted but he kept going.

“Jimin come on, don’t be like this. I’ve never had a boyfriend before can’t you just be excited for me?”

Jimin came to a sudden halt. Your reflexes didn’t catch on fast enough and the next thing you know you crashed into Jimin’s chest. He grabbed you quickly to keep you from falling. The two of you giggled.

Jimin looked into your pleading eyes. He realized that you were right. He had no right to stop you from doing anything. You deserved your firsts. He cared about you so much, how could he ever get in the way of your happiness.

Jimin knew deep down that you had things you needed to work on, and so did he. But the two of you still needed each other as friends. He didn’t want to lose that no matter what.

“I’m sorry Y/n”

“What? No, oh my gosh, you don’t need to be sorry about anything”

“No I’m sorry for being such an immature idiot about all of this. Of course you should date whoever you want to. I’ll always support you” He pinched your cheek affectionately, “You and me are forever.”

You grinned widely, hugging your best friend tightly. “Thank you Jimin”

The two of you took off your sneakers and headed to the water to walk along the shore. The breeze began to turn cold. Jimin noticed you shiver so he pulled his shirt off and tossed it at you, the fabric landing on your face. His scent was suffocating in a good way. You caught the shirt and kicked water at Jimin in retaliation. The competitive spark in his eyes returned as he bent down to grab your hips, lifting you up from behind and swinging you around.

“Jimin!” You laughed. He smiled widely and set you down. You ran ahead of him slightly, throwing the shirt on over your head and feeling the soft warm fabric hug you. Jimin jogged to catch up.

“Okay Mr. Abs. I bet I can race you into the water” You poked his chest playfully, flinching slightly when you realized he was shirtless. Jimin raised his eyebrows.

“Why would you make a bet you know you’ll lose”

“You’re forgetting that the water is going to be ice cold. Unlike you I have clothes on, and a nice layer of fat protecting me” You joke. Jimin rolled his eyes and pinched your sides.

“If you say so” He shrugged, “On your mark…” But you already set off running, the damp sand kicking up as your feet splashed their way towards the ocean. You could hear Jimin complaining behind you and it only made you run faster. Your feet hit the water and it was freezing. You yelped a little at the contact but continued to go in deeper, until the water was up to your knees, weighing the shirt down.

Jimin splashed you and you felt yourself go under the icy waves. You retaliated, pulling him down with you. He got up and shook his hair to get the water off. You looked at each, both soaked and trembling in the cold. Jimin’s expression changed as you felt his eyes scan your body. His shirt was clinging to your sides. He stepped closer to her and let his hands slide to your low back. You looked up at him. You knew that look.

“Jimin” You started but he let go of your instantly.

“Sorry. Sorry. You’re with Tae. I respect that” He backed away. You smiled softly.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be hanging out so much so soon huh” You mumbled.

Jimin nodded, his heart dropping at the thought of not talking to you. “Some space is probably healthy yeah”

“I’ll always be here when you’re ready” You grabbed his hand. He leaned in to kiss the top of your hand.

“I know. I won’t leave you, I promise”

—

Taehyung helped you move back to campus. When it was time for him to leave, he suddenly understood the weight of a long distance relationship. The reality that he wouldn’t get to hold you every night. That you would be living a different life, one he knew nothing about. But moreso that he had a different life too. One where he was never tied down, let alone to someone who wasn’t around.

You were worth it though, he reminded himself. He waited in the lobby for you to come down from your apartment to see him off. He spotted you in elevator, chatting with your neighbor, some guy named Namjoon. The guy was really attractive, even Taehyung found himself checking out his ass. He watched your behavior carefully, pursing his lips as you ended the conversation and came to him.

“Hey. You all set to go?” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yeah…” He kissed your lips softly, “I’m gonna get going now…bye princess” You hugged him tightly, kissing one last time before you watching Taehyung leave.

Long distance was tough, but manageable. He would send naughty texts to help you get off every now and then. You still called Jimin practically every day, and things went on as normal. You wondered if you should have been missing Taehyung more, but it wasn’t as if he was ever really that big of a part of your life. You probably just needed to adjust.

It was because of this though that you didn’t notice that Taehyung had stopped calling as often, stopped sending flirty texts and instead replacing them with short “ok” “cool” “nice”. If you had noticed, you might have realized he was trying to get your attention. He wanted you to miss him like he was missing you. Until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.

Jimin took a sip of his beer. Winter break was just around the corner. You and him made plans with all of your friends to go to Mexico and enjoy a beach resort, and he couldn’t wait. He remembered then that you now were dating Taehyung, meaning he would have to see you all over him, and probably hear every detail about everything you’ll do with him. He smirked.

Jimin had been hurt for a while after you started dating Taehyung, but eventually he realized that it was the right thing for you at the time. It was your first relationship, and Taehyung was a good person to explore yourself with. He respected you guys, and repaired your friendship slowly but surely. By the time you guys returned to campus, it was as if the drama never happened. You two facetimed every day. You knew every details of his college life and he yours.

Jimin reflected on himself after everything that happened. He realized that he had unhealthily manifested his insecurities into you. He wanted to be better, not just for you, but for himself. He wanted to feel comfortable in his own skin. Confident in himself, his looks, everything so he wouldn’t be paranoid the next time something like this happened. He had been working really hard on himself the past few months. Working out, but also meditating, making more time for himself, dealing with his insecurities and overcoming them. He made small changes to his lifestyle in order to be the person he wanted to be.

He even went out with a few girls, and was able to get some experience trying to date. None of them turned out to be anything serious, but he was now content with himself, even if he was single.

Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook all went to the same university. One that was more local to your hometown than the one you did. Jimin didn’t hang out with them too much while school was going on. They were studying different things, ran with different crowds. Had different lives. Every now and then they might have grabbed coffee, but they were all pretty busy.

So when Jimin runs into Jungkook at a house party, he is decently surprised. Jungkook fists bumps him. “Hey man. How’ve you been?”

Jimin shrugged.

“So did you and Y/n finally get together after she and Tae broke up?”

Jimin tilted his head. He had literally spoken to you earlier today and that was definitely not the case. “What? They didn’t break up”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “You sure? Taehyung’s been bringing home a new one almost every night.” Jimin’s mouth went dry.

“W…what?” He growled. Jungkook noticed and put his hands up in defense.

“Hey, maybe they’re in an open relationship. He doesn’t seem emotionally attached to them…they’re just bodies” Jimin inhaled sharply.

“Where is he?”

“Jimin, just chill okay it’s not any of our business”

“I fucking asked you where he is”

Jungkook sighed and motioned for him to follow. They went up the stairs, Jimin wasn’t even sure who’s house they were in. Jungkook arrived at a door in a back hallway and looked at Jimin as he slowly twisted the door knob.

Taehyung was butt naked, pounding some sorority girl from behind. Jimin’s blood was boiling, but Jungkook was strong and held him back from going in and breaking his neck. His heart clenched, picturing how hurt you would be. Knowing you, you would think it’s your fault for not being enough. That’s so not true. Jimin gritted his teeth.

Jungkook quickly closed the door and pulled Jimin back.

“How long has he been doing this?” Jimin growled once the two of them put some distance between them and the door. “How long has he been cheating on her?”

“I don’t know if it’s really cheating…He still talks about her like she’s his girlfriend”

“He can’t just fuck other people”

“Ahhh, Taehyung’s just like that. He needs to be touched. He really cares about her though I’m sure”

“Maybe” Jimin spat, “But she deserves so much more than that” Jungkook sighed. This wasn’t his fight. He went back and knocked on the door.

“Taehyung. Come out here for a minute”

A haphazard Taehyung stumbled out of the room, midway through putting his shirt back on. His eyes were shot, and he was clearly intoxicated. “What Kook? She was about to let me put it in her ass…” Taehyung noticed Jimin and went quiet. Jungkook remained between the two boys, placing his hand on Jimin’s chest to ensure he didn’t move.

“How could you do this to her?” Jimin yelled angrily. “After all the fucking chaos you put her…put both of us through this summer…why did you do all of that if you were just going to cheat on her?”

Taehyung bit his lip and looked at the ground, “I don’t know” He met Jimin’s glare, “Stop fucking making me the bad guy. I did everything for her and she still doesn’t let me in.”

Jimin scoffed, “She gushes about you CONSTANTLY. She’s always so happy when you call. But you…you’re just…ugh”

Taehyung gulped.

“Didn’t you love her? Isn’t that why you convinced her to go against me, her best friend, to be with you?”

“I do love her.” Taehyung muttered, “But this isn’t high school anymore. Her life at college is different. I’m different. She was my high school crush, but now this is my real life. This is who I am here. I party, I fuck, I drink. I’m not gonna change that for her. At college she…she’s confident. She doesn’t need me. I need her to need me.”

“Then break up with her like a man. Don’t fucking cheat you asshole” Jimin growled, pushing against Jungkook’s grip.

“I don’t want to” Jimin almost leaped over Jungkook, pushing past him to clench Taehyung’s collar.

“You don’t want to? Well fuck, then prepare to be dumped because I’m sure as hell telling her”

Taehyung chuckled, “You’re such a simp. She’s not gonna believe you. You’ve been praying for us to break up”

Jimin shoved Taehyung back. “No. I respected you both. I helped her deal with you all these months. I supported her. Your first few fights, I was the one who reasoned with her. Whether or not she’s dating you, she’s my best friend.”

“Yeah and there’s a reason she picked me. You insecure, misogynistic piece of shit”

Jimin laughed, “I’m insecure? It’s like you said. People change. Except most of us get more mature, while you just continued to be the exact sleaze bag I always thought you were”

Taehyung said nothing. Jungkook pursed his lips.

“He’s right Tae” Jungkook finally pitched in, “Even I stopped fucking around as much as I used to, and I’m not in a relationship or anything. It’s time to grow up. You’ve got issues buddy”

“I’m the best thing that’s happened to her. And she has the audacity to take me for granted. Her. Take me for granted. Not have time for me. I’m Kim motherfucking Taehyung. I can get anyone on my cock without even trying. Who the fuck is Y/n to ignore me” Taehyung barked. Jimin slapped him harshly.

“Call her right now. Or I will”

It was new years eve. Taehyung had come clean about cheating on you. Your heart had been shattered for a while. Jimin flew all the way to your campus to spend a few days with you, holding you as you cried your soul out.

After a while you began to pick yourself up. You reflected on yourself a lot, on the relationship you had. You realized that being with Taehyung had been a burden. You felt pressure to meet a certain standard to be deserving of him. You didn’t want to live like that anymore.

You wanted to be unapologetically you. Both you and Jimin decided to focus on yourselves as independent people. You pushed each other and held each other accountable. Sometimes you wondered who you would be if you didn’t have someone like him in your life. Someone to encourage you every step of the way.

Jimin began dating, and you did feel a little jealous. But at the same time you were happy for him. He deserved the experience as much as you did. You two would talk night after night about relationships, what you liked and what you didn’t like. What you wanted and what you didn’t.

Finally winter break came around. Taehyung had been decent enough to pull out of the trip after the two of you ended your relationship. Hobi had rented out a beautiful resort. From the second you landed and saw Jimin, things had been incredibly flirty. He was teasing you endlessly, playing with you in the pool, roasting you in front of your friends. You cheeks were constantly flushed whenever he was around.

And in the humid nights he would find you on the beach, cuddling with you in a hammock, letting you read some stupid health articles to him.

“Yeah so apparently drinking chlorophyll is really good for clearing your skin” You read off of your phone. Jimin ’s face was nuzzled into your shoulder. He hummed in response but you knew he was really asleep. “I definitely have to try that. You aren’t even listening are you?”

He groaned, “God shut up y/n” He lazily grabbed your phone from you and threw it on the ground, wrapping his arms around you before you could try to reach for it. “Fuck chlorophyll, your skin is perfect. So soft” He tightened his hold on you. You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear.

You turned around to face him. His eyes were closed, thick lips partially parted. You suddenly felt so emotional. You thought back to when the two of you were just kids. Clueless, outcast, weird. You always had each other.

This was you soulmate wasn’t it? Your heart glowed in fondness. You traced Jimin’s lips carefully.

“Y/n” He mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Jimin” You exhaled softly, brushing the loose strands of his now brown hair aside. “I love you”

Jimin’s eyes shot open. You could feel tears in your eyes as Jimin blinked in surprise. “I…I love you too”

It was as simple as that. You closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss those plush lips, getting lost in the giddy feeling that was building inside you. You felt like a kid again, just so incredibly happy and safe. Jimin pulled away, lingering close to you.

“We’ve never…properly fucked” He confessed. You laughed.

“Yeah…I guess we haven’t.”

“Still into that kinky public sex?” He teased, nipping at your nose. You pushed him playfully causing the hammock to swivel.

“Maybe.”

“Good” His voice became sultry. He rolled off of the hammock and helped you off too, pulling you down onto the soft sand. The sun had just barely set, so it was still faintly light out, and a few people remained on the beach.

“Here?” You giggled. “We’re gonna get fined”

Jimin shrugged. “I don’t care. I wanna show everyone you’re mine” He kissed your neck affectionately. “Do you want that? Do you want me to show everyone what a good girl you are for me? Stuffed full of my big cock under me where you belong” He whispered sweet nothings, making your tremble in anticipation.

He sensually ran his fingers down your body, lingering on the parts of you that had you whining the most. He untied your bikini and watched it barely slide off of you.

“God you’re hot” He licked his lips. You placed a palm on his six pack and winked at him.

“So are you”

Jimin latched his mouth onto your breast and let his hands find your cunt, fingers playing with you lightly. He let his tongue flick against you before he sucked you like a child. You whined, knowing full well how much you liked that.

“Such pretty tits…” He mumbled, before kissing his way up your chest to find your lips again.

He kissed you repeatedly, taking his time to savor the taste of you. You could feel his hardon rub against your thigh. You wrapped you legs around his waist to try to press against him more, making him moan into your mouth.

“Jimin…please” You whined, “I need you”

“Where baby? Hm? You want me to stuff you with my cock? You want it? Want me to fuck you, squirt my cum into you, knock you up so good fuck” He rolled his hips, his clothed crotch rubbing right up against your core. “You’d be so pretty, all swollen because of me.” His hands found your stomach and squeezed it slightly. You felt your face get hot.

“Gonna fuck you every damn day” He said breathlessly, grinding into you harshly. He somehow slid off his swim trunks, allowing his long cock to bounce up in anticipation. “You taste so sweet…feel so good”

You reached down to stroke his cock as he continued to kiss you. “Put it in” You pleaded.

Jimin nodded, kissing you chastely one last time before lining himself up with your entrance. He carefully watched your face as he pushed in all in one thrust.

“Shit” You blurted out, “You’re so big” Jimin smirked, leaning back down to you and biting your lip softly.

“Mmm yeah. I know” He winked at you. He grabbed your ass and fondled them as he thrust into you. “Holy…shit…Y/n…” His words were broken between his quickening thrusts.

“Sssh” You whispered, “Someone will see us, just hurry up”

“You feel so good” Jimins voice wavered. You wrapped your arms around his neck to press as close to him as you possibly could, feeling his whole body move against you in a sensual rhythm. You let out a loud moan and he quickly locked lips with you again, muffling the sound. You could practically hear people talking near you, and your mind wandered to what the sight of Jimin fucking you must look like to others. So shameless. Your pussy clenched.

“You’re so beautiful” Jimin whispered, his lips not leaving yours. His thrusts became deeper as he gazed into your eyes. You panted against him, his hand coming to cup your face as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of you.

“So are you” You managed to say, mimicking his gesture, letting your thumb trace his bottom lip. He stop momentarily to get lost in another deep kiss. He then licked his finger and reached down to your clit, rubbing it softly and observing your reactions.

You squirmed, feeling your body teasing you just at the threshold of your orgasm. Half of you trying to hold back and savor the euphoric rush you felt while the other wanted to let go.

“Come on baby, cum for me” Jimin whispered, “Cum for me and scream so that everyone here knows who’s fucking you down so good” Your breath hitched and you came more strongly than ever before. You let out a high pitched gasp that was bound to have turned some heads. But you didn’t care.

“Fuck that was so hot” Jimin relished in how wet you had become, washing his cock slide in out of you effortlessly. He pulled out suddenly and brought his cock to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, allowing him to cum into your mouth.

“Excuse me sir.” You heard a voice behind you. Jimin quickly pulled his shorts on and layed over you to cover your body. One of the resort workers approached you. “We’ve received a few complaints of public indecency, would you mind please taking…this…to your suite?”

Jimin blushed and nodded. “Yes, of course. Sorry” The worker bowed slightly and left as quickly as he came. Jimin and you stared at each other before you burst out laughing. He kissed your forehead.

“Let’s go” He fixed your bikini back onto you, teasing you slightly as he tied your bra.

He let you jump onto his back and he gave you a piggy back ride back inside the resort where the rest of your friends were gathered around drinking.

“Damn if it isn’t the hottest couple in town” Hobi whistled. Both you and Jimin blushed.

You made your way back to Jimin’s suite.

“So”

You giggled, “I love you”

“I love you too baby”

“Another round?”

“Hell yeah”

A/N: that’s the end! please let me know what you think/reactions! pls dont kill me for not having taehyung win lolol, again the point was that a glow up is internal not external...hopefully that got across idk. its def not my favorite concept either so im excited to get started on new stuff. i did jimin so dirty in this i gotta make up for that lmaooo. plus namjoon’s thighs are just...on my mind lately. thank you all for reading it means a lot <3 and remember that everyone is beautiful and amazing :) check out my other works if you want!

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