#also to touch back on the money thing: i never want to hear her say i'm the one who wastes money ever again

[talietikasero]

positive relations with your parents? never heard of it. can't relate.

[julietsbody]

lace garters

words : 3,903

tags : 18+!!! mdni! escorts , sex work , reader ! sex worker , vaginal sex , finger fucking , finger sucking , porn with feelings , brothels , oral sex , save a horse ride a whattt

p.s : this is also posted on my ao3!! ( divider by siren4u & gif by drewstarkrs )

billy was a virgin, surprisingly, he didn’t have time for a girlfriend, and the quick fucks from the escorts never enticed him much. many offered, when he would stop quick at towns for a simple beer or to take care of things— he would typically get stopped by the escorts dressed in their gorgeous silks, tight corsets, and sleeves that fall off their shoulders so easily it has your fingers itching with desire to fix it. it would make even the most sane man turn mad, and somehow billy never allowed himself to fall for it. 

not until now, an escort stops him before he walks in a bar, “how old are you, dear?” 

“19, ‘bout to turn 20,” his voice is smooth and sweet, southern drawl sweeping out with ease. 

the girl hums out, tipping out of the way to allow his eyes to another girl standing far behind her, you, “you’re too young for me, dear, you should talk to her. she can show you a good time.”

typically billy would say no, offer a few coins for their efforts and simply walk into the bar like nobody had offered. but something was different when his eyes fell on you, you weren’t like the other escorts, quick to talk to the men and get some money for the events that take within the confines of the motel walls. you were rather looking off in the distance, your position more reserved rather than comfortable. it had him wanting to know more. 

to be fair, billy was bored these days, all he did was travel and go from town to town, never leaving a mark on those behind. other than his wanted posters, which by the way, had an awful drawing on it. how the hell was he ever supposed to get a girlfriend with drawings like that made about him? each step is slow, calculated, as he moves over to you. he notices that mid way, your attention seems forced away from him. 

are you afraid of him? he tips his head in your peripheral, easily looming over you, “darling.” 

your eyes snap to him almost immediately, widening as if you didn’t think it would truly be him, yet you mumble out a, “honey.” 

“lady over there told me to talk to you,” his head tips up, blue eyes piercing into you, even through the deepest of the night. 

“i don’t want trouble,” you finally turn to him, the smell of musk and gunsmoke filling your nose as he bites through the toothpick in his mouth, “i hear you’re wanted.” 

“wanted, but not trouble,” he corrects, smirk tugging at his right lip, “you don’t gotta tell anyone.” 

“wasn’t plannin’ on it,” your voice is so sweet, it nearly has him doubling over. you’re teasing him, clearly, but billy has never backed down to a challenge once in his life, he can bet on that. 

his eyebrow twitches upright slightly, “how much for thirty minutes, beautiful?” 

“you can satisfy me in thirty minutes?” you tease, smile widening at your own joke. 

his head cocks to the side, and he can’t help the way he licks his lips, cockiness coursing through his veins, “i probably could in ten.” 

you can’t help the way your flesh feels like rubber over molten, cheeks flaring to a new maroon that you hadn’t expected. your eyes dare to match his, the lust unsheathed in the teal of his eyes, “thirty will be just a few coins.” 

his hand moves to your jaw, tipping your head up further to look at him with ease, now you have no choice of looking away, “you don’t think i can in ten?” 

“i doubt it,” your skin is hot underneath his touch, despite your bold demeanor. 

“we’ll see.” 

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the motel carried the same smell as it always did, the mix of mustiness, smoke from cigars, and whiskey. billy’s gut churned as you led him to the room that you always rented, surely, he was cocky at first— then he began to worry if he would even be good enough. he was a virgin, after all, and he’s sure you’d been with mostly experienced men. he doesn’t say anything once the door opens, seemingly every worry dissipates as you look back at him with a different look, your lashes flutter over your eyes with ease, the look is more seductive, siren like. 

if you were a siren, consider him the sailors in those tales, lost in the tides and addicted to the song that oozed out your vocals.

he allows you to guide him to the bed, sitting him down on the thin, firm mattress with your hands lingering on his shoulders, “what would you like me to do?” 

“i’d like for you,” he trails off, eyes tracing down your body, “to get on your knees.”

your hands leave his shoulders as you ever so slowly kneel down, every movement is well thought out, calculated, your body flowing in the most seductive ways. despite your lowered body, your eyes still remained up at him, the sudden doe look in your eyes making his legs spread ever so slightly. his hand is gentle when it touches your cheek again, pinky lining underneath your jawline as his thumb threatens against your lips. 

it’s dangerous, the way you look at him, like your gun is being drawn to him with your finger teasing the trigger. 

“and?” you add, his thumb teasing your now open lips. he tried not to flinch when your mouth encased his thumb, the warmth wetness of your mouth enveloping the skin. he finds himself unable to speak, unable to wonder whatever he wants— he wants to be stuck in this moment forever, it was greater than any other treasure he had come across. you were so good at your job, it made him want to know the lengths of your skills. 

“suck me off,” he finally speaks, gentle to remove his thumb from your mouth. 

it was a statement that you were used to, the firm tone, the expectation to get to it immediately— yet you are somehow surprised when it comes from him, it’s less firm, not like a demand but rather an offer, and there wasn’t a feeling of being rushed. for a man who seemingly had no time for women, he surely had a way to talk to them, to be gentler with them, unlike the other men. it was always cowboys who had the better ways of treating women, respectful with every word, or touch. his eyes are heavy on you, the curtains of your eyelashes blinking up to him, your lips tinted a sweet rouge due to a patted on lipstick, and he finds himself pushing his thumb across your lips, smudging the burgundy ever so slightly. 

your hands smooth over the fabric of his pants, fingertips teasing the leather of his belt which accompanied his gun holster as you palmed him through his slacks. the touch of the leather was rich, sturdy and every loop was clean cut, rather than loose and falling apart like many belts you had undone before. you hear him groan as your hand gently pushes against his clothed cock, his back stiffening ever so slightly as a chill runs up it. 

he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly as you undo his belt, your fingertips threateningly close to his gun holster as you pull the leather from the metal to loosen it. a chuckle vibrates from his chest, voice lower than usual, “careful, princess.” 

he lifts his hips as you tug down his pants, boxers following soon after to slip down to his ankles with ease. a hiss escapes him as soon as his hard dick is released to the cold air, with the opposing blow of your warm air on his tip. he was already so hard, as if he had been aching for a day like this. his hand moves to wrap around his base, hips scooting closer ever so slightly. 

“open,” his voice is husky, yet velvety, like the thorn of a rose to the petals. 

you’re quick to allow your jaw to fall slack, tongue smoothing out past the burgundy that coats your lips, as if you expected his next command. he taps his tip against your tongue, biting back the groan that thunders inside his every limb at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle. he allows you to take the lead, your tongue following the underside of his dick, memorizing each vein. when you reach his tip, you press a few sloppy kisses to it that has his breathing roughen, allowing you to open your mouth once more and take his length inside. 

he sucks in a deep breath, a hoarse groan escaping past his lips when he exhales, allowing his teeth clench on the thin wooden toothpick that still remained in his mouth. his head tips back when you hollow your cheeks only mere seconds into sucking him off, his hat slipping off his head and falling onto the plush of the bedsheets. 

his breath becomes ragged with the more you bob your head, allowing the tip to reach the back of your mouth, to the throat. his free hand moves to pass through your hairline, gripping at the beginning of your hair, even through your updo, loosening the tightening of the strands. the muscle in his arms flex underneath his short-sleeved button up, veins popping out every time you reach the base. 

“good girl,” he breathes out, the whimper that vibrates around his cock making his release come quicker than expected, hand bunching up your hair as he has to move you back, off his dick to stop his orgasm. he heaves, noticing the way strips of saliva connect your mouth to his dick. he moves his hand from your hair down to your lips, watching the way your mouth instinctively opens then closes around his fingers, sucking them in with pure ease. 

he allows you to wet them with your saliva until he pulls them out and mumbles a soft, “come.” 

he helps you up onto his lap, the metal of his gun is a cooling sensation on his heated skin as he moves back, reaching under to toss his gun elsewhere. he had his guard down now, despite the large bounties on his head, he was too focused on you, and giving you the pleasure that you deserved. as you straddle him, his fingers dared to touch the bottom of your dress, threatening to raise, “may i?” 

your eyes are tantalizing when they meet his, like the threatens of the deepest lust lie within them, and billy is willing to dive in, “you may.” 

his hair is messy now, like he never took off that damn hat, and when he did— he didn’t bother to fix the hair underneath.

every movement is careful, meant to be more meaningful than a quick fuck, he raises your skirt until his eyes catch on to a white lace garter that’s propped around your upper thigh. so sweet, the purposeful placement of it all, it’s like a prize for whoever gets to raise your skirt. as you sit on his lap, your arms rest on his shoulders, a hand threatening the skin on the back of his neck as his hands move back around your waist, through the silk of the corset to the strings that hold it together on the back. his eyes are stuck onto you as his fingers begin to tug at the tie of the strings, they were in a harsh knot, but billy always knew his way around things. 

kissing clients was typically a line many of the women wouldn’t dare to cross, sometimes not even you, but the way his eyes kept tipping down to your lips had you threateningly close to the now faded line. as the laces of your corset loosen, your head tips down to where your lips barely brush him, you can smell the mint already before even getting a chance. your lips move to close around the toothpick that he kept in his mouth, moving to spit it out and he was quick to chase your lips. as soon as you had spit out the toothpick, his lips finally pressed against yours, allowing your freshly manicured hands to curl through his brunette hair. 

the fresh smell of your rose and jasmine was quick to his nose as he inhaled you up close, tongue teasing against your lower lip ever so carefully. there was a certain thirst that billy found himself feeling as he moves to spread your mouth open with his own, allowing your tongues to both clash, the mix of spit and remnants of mint and a cigarette becoming prominent to the taste. he wanted to drink every word from your lips, to suck in your siren song like his life depended on it. 

when your hips bucked up against him, needy to feel a form of friction, it had encouraged him to finally free you from the confines of your corset. your lips part when he breaks the kiss, his lips trailing kisses down to your jaw, throughout until he meets your neck, the softness of his kisses making it feel as though doves were flying through the confines of your body. when his lips begin to move to suck on the delicate skin, you hiss, “dear, dear, you can’t leave marks.” 

“your rules or brothel rules?” he murmurs against your skin, moving to toss away your corset onto the floor. 

“brothel rules,” you hush out, and you feel his lips curl onto your neck. 

“then ‘m gonna leave as many marks as i want,” he falls back into your skin, lips taking in the skin between his teeth as he moved to mark you as his own. the desire to have a prostitute as your own was a dangerous game, but billy had been a part of many dangerous games before, and now he was pulling all his money in with the unluckiest of cards— yet he still finds himself with the pride of feeling he will win. his lips pause at one of the pulse points on your neck, noticing how your heat beat quickens, and flutters, was this typical? 

he wasn’t sure, but he finds himself praying it’s a good thing. he chuckles as your hands are desperate to unbutton his shirt, pushing each wooden button through the loops with ease, you had done this a million times before, this is the only time your heart is thumping in your chest when you do, though. he moves his hand down to take a hold of one of your wrists, “easy, girl, easy.” 

“you said ten minutes,” you remind him, smile dripping on your lips. 

“mm, i want longer than that,” he helps you unbutton the last few before taking off his shirt, noticing how your eyes trail down his figure. 

“just sayin’ that because you can’t make me cum,” you break into a soft laugh against him, and he can’t help the way a small smile curves his lips as he takes off the dress that you were wearing. your body is alike to the statues you could only dream of seeing in those beautiful stories about gods and women who ruled. women who were worshipped, even as billy knew you for mere minutes, he found himself wanting to kneel at your altar, to worship the ground you walk on. to make you cum would mean more than he imagined at first, he wanted to be that man, to pleasure you in ways others haven’t. 

his fingers slip underneath the hem of your panties, immediately exposed to the wetness underneath as it coats his fingers, “can’t make you cum yet you’re so wet for me, hm?” 

you bite your lip, allowing your hips to sway against his fingers as pleasure envelopes your every thought almost immediately. though billy wasn’t quite sure about what exactly to do, he had heard the other cowboys speak of this, and he hoped it delivered as much pleasure as they said when he dips a finger inside of you. you’re loose around him, wet, yet sucking him in so easily. he’s quick to add another, finding his rhythm almost immediately and getting cocky with it. he dares to let his thumb tease the edges of your clit, as if he didn’t know it was there and he was merely looking for somewhere to place it. 

he notices the way your nails dig in to his scalp, biting your tongue so hard that crimson may bleed from it with ease. 

billy had kissed many women, been on the brink of sex, and yet none have reacted the ways in which you do. they were quick to show how they react, every emotion not blanketed behind a curtain of embarrassment but now, despite it being your job to over exaggerate the pleasure, you found yourself shy to make noise. he moves to allow another finger to push inside of you, the pink velvet of your insides encasing his fingers with ease. he hears you gasp when his fingers threaten to curl, and he allows himself another smile. his thumb moves to your clit again, and that’s when your grip becomes lethal, biting your lip no longer becoming a guard for your moans. 

“please,” you mumble out, whimpering. 

“please what, princess?” you’re putty in his hands, and he’s kneading you with ease. 

“i.. i need you,” you moan out, to be saying this to a wanted man, one who has killed, and committed theft, as well as escaped from prison— it was something you swore to never do. yet you were having sex with him and his touch felt so gentle it was as if it never happened, how could a man so dangerous be so kind? you feel a vein pulse from his neck as he finally pulls his fingers out, his eyes following yours as he moves his hand up to his mouth, allowing his fingers to move in between his lips and the taste of you to savor his tastebuds.

your pupils dilate at the sight of him tasting you, skin warming before you can even realize that you’re moving to take his fingers out, replacing them with your tongue as your mouth presses against his again. his hand falls on your waist, other hand guiding his dick to your cunt as he deepens the kiss to feel you moan against his mouth. your tongues fight for dominance, each movement a hunger of it’s own but yours falls submissive as soon as his dick slides into you with ease. your velvet is tighter around him than he expected, and he feels the vibrations of your whines against his tongue, mumbling a small, “you’re so big—“ against his lips. 

once you reach his base, you pull away from his lips, a mere string of saliva connecting you both like a lifeline. 

now you have the lead to take, your lips connecting with his neck to leave marks on him, you wonder how the other cowboys will react as your hips start swaying on his dick, riding him with ease. will they laugh at him for all the prominent hickeys? there’s no way he could hide it, you’ve heard billy had girlfriends all around in many different towns and parts of the state, what if he went back to them and they saw all the marks? it would trace back to you, you’re sure of it, but something about that fills you with a sense of pride rather than fear. you’ve always adored the outlaws, even though you were raised to be a good christian woman, a good girl. the outlaws were always the sweet talkers, as you were told from the other girls at the brothel. you were told stories about how well they treated the women, their touch being better than most the regulars, their words so dirty you’d only dream of being told it until you had finally heard it. 

now you found yourself in love with the idea of trouble, as you wrap yourself in the silks of his touch and the pleasure he gave you. his head tilts back to allow you more access to the free canvas of his neck, his hand raises, then immediately smacks onto the flesh of your ass. the slap tore a cry from your throat, into the skin that coats his neck, and a plain redness forms around the mark of his hand, branding you. 

somehow, this was more intimate than your previous affairs, even despite the roughness of the sex. it felt like a wild play of ballet, an opera you would only dream of seeing, the gracefulness of each movement and the sweetness that drips like honey off each sound, even the sounds of skin slapping as you ride him. you taste the bitterness of his cologne as you reach the sides of his neck, sucking the pale skin with a need to create marks that last. he’s fascinated by your every movement, if this truly was a ballet, he would find himself in the crowd, watching the dancer move with such purity even during such a lewd act. 

you felt yourself curl as your orgasm builds again, and it seems he is too in the way his hips begin to rock. every movement feels like being coated in molasses, trying to swim through it, the orgasms scorching through your inner thighs to your core until it wracks your body, hitting you harder than it had any other time. you don’t know what it was about him, but you were quick to flutter around him, and that had him pulling out, stroking himself for mere seconds until white stripes fall in messy streaks across your skin. 

he pulls you closer when your lips move so your head tilts onto his shoulder, both of your guys’ chests heaving as if you had just been working out, as if you were running towards danger and felt the warmth of it’s embrace reel you in. it was billy’s arms, his eyes closing for a mere second before they open again, “thought i couldn’t make you cum.” 

you hate the way you smile so easily at anything he says, the way you melt into his touch, the way even though you were merely a one night stand it felt like you wanted this to be an eternity, you wanted him to be a regular. 

“mm, i faked it,” you say with a smile, so clearly a lie. 

you move so he slips out of you, your cunt clamping around nothing as it missed the feeling of him inside of you. soon, you reassure yourself as you stand, convinced he will be returning. poor, poor girl, you were just another victim of the sweet talkers with pretty faces. it worsens as your legs become jelly, and he’s quick to stand, hands fastening to your waist and holding it to keep you balanced. his chuckle turns to a laugh, a deep, hearty laugh, “you sure, doll?” 

you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to his cheek, somehow your lipstick remained and it kept the mark staining his cheek as you left your kiss there. then you moved, taking your clothes and putting them on, “goodnight, billy.” 

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hi! It's me again! 🤗

I was reading about the awful things that happened to Aegon in the brothel. Him so desperately trying to be taken care of and only finding more abuse broke my heart 🥺 and also got me thinking... What if he doesn't have a good, loving wife to make it all better? 😭 What if instead, one of the workers (Reader) finally takes pity on him and treats him the way he needs so much? Taking him away from the awful workers and under her wing? I imagine he would become instantly addicted. Never letting other worker touch him again. Only accepting her services. I bet he would get possessive as well. Paying an enormous amount of gold to be the only one that can touch her.

Do you think he would dare bring her to live in the castle? Or even more scandalous, actually MARRY her? Or he would be too scared of his pious mother's reaction (as well as the rest of the kingdoms') to a whore becoming queen? There is also the possibility of him just gifting her a big house with servants, close to the castle, so he can visit whenever he wants needs... Sooooo many possibilities! 😳

What do you think?

Oh my god. Are you sure you don't want to take over this blog because this is INCREDIBLE??? I am obsessed. I actually think I'm gonna tag this with 'subby Aegon!au' so that we can discuss this more and you guys can easily use the tag to find everything about this because I fear this may be my new obsession.

Anyway, NSFW sub!aegon that starts very angsty but has a happy ending under the cut!!

So for anyone who missed the post that inspired this, we were discussing how Aegon would know he was a submissive and go to a brothel to submit to the workers there. He desperately wants to just be loved and cared for and feel like a good boy but none of the workers will do that and he doesn't quite have the language to explain what he wants/needs. So instead he just ends up going through all this abuse and humiliation and degradation just to hear them say he did well at the end. He always goes into subdrop afterwards and he feels so terrible but he also can't stop going because it's the only time that he actually feels like he's good enough.

For this AU, I think it makes the most sense that you first encounter Aegon after he's had a scene with someone else? Cause Aegon always pays very VERY well and so the brothel workers who have dominated him always ensure that no one else can lay with him because they want all that money? Like maybe the madam of the brothel you work at has a very strict rule that no one other than her is allowed to lay with the king. Of course there's plenty of rumours going around the brothel about what he likes he and pretty much everyone knows that the madam dominates him.

You first encounter Aegon after he finished a particularly brutal scene with the madame. Half an hour later when the madam wants to use that room again he's still laying there? He hasn't even gotten dressed, is just laying there with a thin blanket wrapped around himself.

The madam does not want to deal with him because she knows from experience that he gets all clingy and weepy after a scene and so she sends you in to kick him out. Well, she tells you to kick him out.

But then you walk in and he just... he looks so small? You slowly walk over and gently place your hand on his shoulder. He jumps up and scrambles off the bed, mumbling apologies because he knows the madam told him to leave and he still hadnt.

You quickly tell him it's alright, that he's done nothing wrong and the look he gives you is just so heartbreaking? He's all wide eyed and shocked and there's a very very small smile on his face when he whispers, "Really? I... you're sure? I'm good?"

Which, yeah there's no way you're kicking him out now. You help him get back into his clothes and then take him to your private room. The rule is supposed to be no clients in the personal quarters, but this is quite literally the king so you don't see anyone complaining.

You keep an arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him like that and he just leans against you? You can't believe that the madam doesn't stay with him after she dominates him, especially because he's just so sweet? He's leaning against you, mumbling thanks and letting you lead him without complaint. He's so sweet and vulnerable and you can't believe the madam would leave him and not care for him.

He's so shocked when he finds himself in your private quarters, and he's even more surprised when you wet a rag and gently clean the tears off his face. He leans into every one of your touches, trying to soak up as much attention as he can.

You ask him if you can undress him again so you can clean him properly, and he just starts sobbing and throws himself in your arms because he can't believe how lucky he is. You just hold him and tell him that he's doing so good, that you just want to get him cleaned up a little more and then he can take a nice nap with you.

He closes his eyes and cries silently as you clean him. There are welts on his back from the madam's whip so you have to ensure you clean them properly or risk infection. You expect to have to clean dried cum from between his thighs but to your surprise there's nothing?

When you ask, he just wines and mumbles, "Wasnt good, couldnt cum" which just breaks your heart because you refuse to entertain any possibility that this sweet little thing wasnt absolutely perfect.

You finish cleaning him and you're about to help him get his clothes back on when he just kinda collapses onto the bed. You don't even bother with that then and instead you just get into bed with him.

"Come here," you tell him, opening your arms and he immediately dives right in. You hold him tight and when you press a kiss to the e top of his head he just melts into you.

When he wakes, he's hard. He tries to apologise for it but you won't hear it, and you ask if you can help him. He tries to shake his head and say that he can't go through that again, but then you interrupt him and promise him that you only mean helping him cum and do nothing else.

He's so sweet when you stroke him, mumbling how good it feels and begging to cum and after he does, he even takes your hand and licks it clean? He's just the bed boy and he's clearly trying so so hard to please you, so you make sure to praise him constantly because the poor thing deserves it.

The next time he comes to the brothel, he tells the madam to get lost and asks for you. He won't even consider another, not after you cared for him and praised him and made him feel safe. Of course the madam is not happy about this, but she cant stop him and so he goes to the room and waits for you.

When you walk in and ask why he's asked for you, he just says that he really liked you from before. And then he actually looks nervous? Like you might tell him that he has to go back to the madam.

You tell him that as much as you'd love to, you can't do what the madam does to him. You explain that you can't degrade him or slap him or anything like that. But then he just smiles even wider and tells you he doesn't want that, he just wants what you did last time.

He seems all blushy and nervous and there's a very obvious tent in his breeches. You smirk then and say, "Aw, do you want me to take care of you? Yeah? Let me do all the thinking and you can just be my pretty good boy?"

Instantly he's slipping from the bed and down onto his knees, kneeling and nodding comically quick because yes. That's everything he's ever wanted and more.

And he's just so good for you? He listens to every single order, and he begs so prettily and his sounds are just insane. When it's over, you pull him into your chest and kiss his head and tell him he did so so well for you. He's just on cloud nine, because this is absolutely everything he's ever wanted and more.

When he leaves, he pays you double what he pays the Madam and when you tell him that's too much, he says that there's no amount of gold in the world that could be enough to thank you for how you looked after him. He asks if he can come back, if you'll let him do that again and of course you agree to let him.

The madam isnt happy with you of course, but she can't exactly force the king to lay with her instead. For about three weeks things continue like that, with Aegon visiting every few days and paying you very very handsomely. He always stays for a few hours after this, just getting cuddles and kisses.

After a while, the madam comes to you and is unhappy that Aegon will not be with anyone else. Aegon pays very handsomely and he also lets them basically beat him up, so of course the madam is unhappy that she no longer get aegon's time. Aegon, meanwhile, will not even look at another.

The next time Aegon comes to the brothel, you're with another client? As much as you wish that you could just see Aegon, if you did that then the madam would kick you out. The madam is overjoyed when Aegon walks in and you're with another client, because it means she can swoop in and tell Aegon you're busy but that she'd be more than happy to do it instead.

And Aegon just... he knew that obviously you had other clients, but knowing and actually being there while you were with someone else are two different things. His smile falls instantly, and he says that he doesn't want anyone else. The madam tries again, maybe even touching him and telling him to think about all the good times they had, which prompts him to stumble backwards and very firmly say that he won't be seeking the services of anyone else.

He ends up leaving the brothel and then comes back the following night and is so so relieved to find that you are free. He's much more whiney and clingy than you're used to, to the point where he cries if you even let go of his hand. You end up having to pull away o ask what's going on, because he seems very distressed. You hadnt seen him like that since you took care of him that first night.

He gets quiet and then eventually asks how many other men you see every day. You sigh, because you knew this question was coming and you're not sure what to say to him. You end up just saying that this is your job, and that the madam is already upset with you for being the only one he goes to so you can't risk only seeing him because then you'd almost certainly be kicked out of the brothel entirely and have no wear to live.

Before you had even finished speaking Aegon had already made up his mind to give you enough gold that you never have to be with anyone else. You try to tell him that's not necessary, but for him it absolutely is. He will not allow the only person who makes him feel good in the entire seven kingdoms to struggle to earn a living when he is quite literally the king.

At first you turn him down, stating that you have to earn your own way and that you can't rely on him.

And then he goes quiet for a moment before he just softly says, "But, I rely on you? We can rely on each other?" Which is just the sweetest thing you've ever heard. You kiss his head and let him curl against your chest, giving him a little squeeze before telling him that you won't let him pay everything, but you will ket him pay enough to the madam that she will allow you to only take clients of your choice and also to set aside 4 nights every week that are just for him. It's not everything he wanted, but it's pretty damn close. And Aegon is so obsessed with you that he will absolutely take 4 days a week of your undivided attention.

It carries on like that for a while, with you and him being together 4 nights a week and he's just... he's so sweet and he's so perfect and he loves being with you so much. Maybe sometimes he doesn't even want anything sexual? Which yeah is wild cause Aegon is pretty much always horny, but when he's getting so thoroughly fucked every second day, sometimes he just wants to be with you.

Even when he doesn't want something sexual, that is not at all to say he doesn't still want to come be with you. Aegon would sleep in the same bed as you every single night if he could. He also just loves being able to talk to you about his day? You always listen to him and offer him advice. He's never really even able to feel like he can decompress at the end of the day, but now he's always able to with you. He knows that the moment he walks through the doors, you will know how to help him.

I think that eventually you'd accept his offer of him being your only client, and the day you tell him that he is smiling and giggling for the entire day. He definitely buys you a little cottage close to the keep, and as much as you try to say he doesn't need to, he won't hear it.

In fact he actually loves providing for you like that? You do so so much for him and he knows he'd never be able to function without you and so to know that he can do something to help you is just amazing and it makes him so so so happy.

I absolutely adore this concept!! This ask is already insanely long so I'm not gonna go any further here but if anyone else has thoughts about this let me know!!! I'd love to discuss it more :))

[neerons]

Some of Silvio Ricci’s best quotes

"A heart? I'm a merchant, why would I need one?"

"Looks like there IS another thing that’s just as certain as death and taxes, and that’s people gettin’ stupid at a party." (—Silvio talking about most of the princes)

"…It was a slip of the tongue, okay? ‘Cause your sassy ass was actually cute for once!"

"Do ya know what we call guys like that? We call 'em perverts and stalkers and creepy assholes." (—Silvio to Gilbert)

"(…) you’re usually sassy as hell, but all of a sudden you actually looked kinda cute and charming."

"Okay, look… …It was a joke. Just a joke, okay? And I took it too far."

"…I can’t protect you. I haven’t got the strength to protect you from those assholes. Get it?" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"I mean… ain’t it obvious that I’m always thinkin’ about you, too? You take up so much damn room in my head I can barely cram the other stuff in!"

"Yep. Lucky you, huh? I ain’t interested in marrying any other woman, so I’m gonna give you the throne, too."

"…I don’t want ya to see me looking pathetic."

"As if the spies ain’t bad enough. You’ve got a lot of shitty hobbies." (—Silvio to Gilbert)

"A wicked woman, huh? You’re way too charming and cute for that, damn you."

"If people love you, it makes ‘em more likely to listen to what you have to say, even if the deal brings ‘em to a disadvantage. But I ain’t got that. I’ve never been any good at flattering people. I’m not like Valerio. No one’s ever been weird enough to wanna help me no matter what the cost to them. …The truth is, I always knew there were things that can’t be bought with money. (…) When I was young, I never had anyone. My brothers both knew how to be friendly and cute, so people’d dote on ‘em. But I could never manage it.

"If you don’t get plenty of water into you, you’re never gonna get better. Oh, and someone gave me some fruit. If ya think you can eat it, I guess I can peel it for—" (—Silvio taking care of a sick Emma)

"...They're touching." (—Silvio telling Emma he can feel her breasts against his arm)

"(…) go back to sleep! Rest until sundown! And don’t forget to keep your blanket on!" (—Silvio to a sick Emma)

"I’m pretty fond of that sexy voice of yours, you know. So stop trying to stifle it."

"Eat. (...) I'll shove it into your mouth. (...) You plannin' to starve to death, then?" (—Silvio to Rio)

"You really do have way too much goddamn charm."

"Hey, you look a lot bigger than I remember. You been working out? (…) Good for you. But make one move on my woman and I’ll throw you to the sharks, you hear me?" (—Silvio to Dario)

"(…) I didn’t want it gettin’ scratched up and stuff. I take it with me on some trips as a good luck charm, but other than that, I keep it here all the time. …Ugh, look what ya made me ‘fess up to." (—Silvio talking about a bracelet Emma gave him)

"If it was me, I'd slam my fist straight into your smarmy face. You massacred their people. Why should they let an asshole like you anywhere near the damn service?" (—Silvio talking about the Rhodolitians to Gilbert)

"(…) because it wasn’t just my achievement, I gave my brother an earring made from the gold that was mined there." (—Silvio talking about Valerio)

"Dammit, I know it’d be quicker to just ask her, but I want this to be a surprise." (—Silvio’s thoughts about which fabric to use to make a new dress for Emma)

"Emma has real beautiful skin, y’know. Blue looks amazin’ on her. And she loves the ocean. I’m sure she’ll like the wave pattern on the fabric here. But also… More than anything, she’s real sweet and gentle. And this fabric’ll bring that out perfectly. She gets embarrassed easy, see, and always turns bright red. It’s… Honestly, it’s real cute. I think this shade of red would made her look even cuter when she blushes. And look here. See how it glitters when the light hits it just right? If she wears this, then when we dance—huh?" (—Silvio talking about Emma to rabbit Emma)

"It ain't your style to be visiting me at this hour. Did you fail to find yourself a woman?" (—Silvio to Nokto)

"You’re beautiful, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and you have a good personality when ya ain’t bein’ a cheeky brat."

"I don’t even wanna think about the guy I used to be before I met you. That’s how much I’m head over heels." (—Silvio’s thoughts)

"No matter how long I travel the seas, I’m never gonna find anything more beautiful than you."

"Ahh dammit, I love you, I love you!" (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"Just let me give you one kiss! (...) No, I want it now!"

"Are we talkin' about the same guy? The guy with an eye-patch that looks like he rules hell, but in a happy way?" (—Silvio talking about Gilbert)

"I can't believe that I feel this great when my body is sick. No one had ever taken care of me like this before." (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"Aaaaargh! Damn you! When ya say crap like that, I just wanna hold you so bad!"

"Maybe I have been too overprotective. She'll be fine on her own. She doesn't need me to shield her every step of the way. (...) I didn't stop to consider how she would feel and just did whatever I wanted. I need to fix this bad habit of mine." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"You could never love anyone, even though everyone loved you. That's just who you were. ...You were always so damn unfair." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"How long is she going to keep blue-balling me for?!" (—Silvio's thoughts)

"The more I have you around, half of me wants to pamper you, and half of me wants to tease you to tears."

"Wrong. She just paid for her own crimes. How is that Valerio's fault?" (—Silvio talking about his mother to Emidio)

"...Ah, there's the cheeky bastard I know. Much better." (—Silvio to Valerio)

"Everybody loves you, they always have! But no one's ever loved me. Not even once. So how the hell am I supposed to know what to do about it?" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"I ain't ever said I didn't want you there! (...) It was tough on me because I DID like you bein' there! 'Cuz it actually felt pretty good bein' with you..."

"Ever since the night I'd seen beneath my mother's mask, I'd started asking myself what I could do to protect Valerio and his mother. But the weapon I was after wasn't a sword—it was money, money I could use to buy people to wield that sword. (...) I'd put that money to good use, and I'd bought plenty of people in the royal court. I'd used fake names so neither the king nor my mother would realize it was me, and I'd hired bodyguards to secretly watch over Valerio and his mother. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for all the bullying I'd done, but I found plenty of ways to protect him." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"Damn. That was close. I'd almost blurted out something ridiculous about her being more beautiful than the ocean, but I managed to swallow the words at the last second." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"Stop doin' that! Not in front of everyone! (...) You're gonna make me grin like a stupid idiot in front of all these people!" (—Silvio reacting to Emma holding him)

"The dress she wore today was supposed to be simple and understated, but on her it was anything but. With it, Emma looked as bright and beautiful as a rose in full bloom. I could have watched her forever." (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"You're beautiful, you know that?" (—Silvio's thoughts)

"You never gave a damn about me growing up. All your attention was always on the mutt. Don't pretend to be a father to me now." (—Silvio's thoughts about his father)

"I love ya too, okay?! A whole damn lot! With all my heart!"

"Talk shit, get hit, ya little twerp!" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"Even when he was a kid, Valerio's always been fascinated by my seafaring stories. It was pretty much the only thing he was interested in talkin' to me about. His eyes would sparkle every time I told him about one of my journeys, so I figured I could at least bring him along for one that was less dangerous." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"I want him to be free and happy like that more. All his smiles are all weird and fake now. It creeps me out." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"Havin' matching ones means we can show that we went on that journey together. And every time I look at my own earrin', I know that the joy I saw from ya that day was real." (—Silvio's thoughts about his and Valerio's matching earrings)

"Ugh, I hate you. I really do. It ain't gonna change the fact that you're my little brother, though. No matter how many times ya get on my nerves, I still gotta step up as your big brother." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"For all the shit I say... I have to admit, I don't exactly hate spendin' time with Valerio at all." (—Silvio's thoughts)

[badasmuse]

“Homewrecker”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), lowercase intended, language, cheater!bada, bottom!bada, bada is married to h*wl, bada has a daughter, top!reader, lonely bada, she also cries, appearance from itzy’s yuna

Summary: bada is lonely, you fix that.

Part 2 Here

you absolutely loved children. ever since you were fifteen when you started babysitting for your neighbor that’s when you knew. you actually wanted to start your own daycare but you wanted a degree so you decided to take a few online classes in early childhood education. but, going to college meant you need money for books and such so you never stopped babysitting. but your usual child’s father came back into her life making you jobless once again, so when you received a text from an unknown number stating she got your number from her friend you jumped with joy. and that’s how you started working for bada lee and her husband.

on your first day, you pull up to the extremely big house, you’re nervous. you keep thinking, what if i lose this kid in this big ass house.

there’s a tall woman and a slightly shorter male standing in the doorway holding a little girl. she looks about seven. you step out of the uber and approach the little family. “hi i’m y/n. i’m looking for ms. lee?”

“that’s me.” she steps out shaking your hand. “you can call me bada. this is my husband howl, not his real name but as a dancer it’s just what he goes by, and our daughter chaeyoung. come in.”

you follow the woman in and dude when i tell you this house is huge. you could probably fit three semi trailers stacked on top of each other in here. with the wheels still on and everything. you’re too busy admiring the house to hear what bada is saying.

“got that y/n?” is all you hear.

“huh? oh i’m… im sorry i was admiring your house i didn’t hear a thing. could you… repeat that?” you say shyly.

“oh no problem. this is a list of people you can call if you can’t get in touch with either of us. always try lusher first she’s my best friend she’ll always be able to get ahold of me. i’ll be out at the studio a lot this month because i’m choreographing a few comebacks and howl is getting ready to go to japan to teach some classes. i will be back around nine tonight. here’s chae’s bedtime routine. she’ll try to stay up past eight thirty, if she fights let her because she’ll fall asleep in the next five minutes. you can just lay a blanket over her on the couch and i’ll carry her to the room when i come back. is that too much at one time?” bada asks after literally vomiting a shit ton of information.

“no no i think i got it all. also, if you’re gonna be dancing, i don’t mind carrying her to her room. you’ll be tired and probably want to shower, i can handle it.” you say smiling.

“if you can i’d appreciate it. oh we have to go. chae you be good for y/n okay? i mean it.” bada says crouching in front of the girl who just nods in response before hugging her mother tight and hugging her father’s leg.

soon, it’s just you and her. boy did she give you a run for your money. you did lose her in the house while playing hide n seek. she made you play dress up with her. she took your phone and hid it, spilled apple juice everywhere, and even went into her parent’s room and took one of her mom’s lipsticks.

by now it’s eight thirty and she surprisingly went to bed without an issue, which you were grateful for because now you have to clean the mess in the kitchen and living room.

“hi i’m home.. y/n?” you hear bada say.

“kitchen!” you respond.

“what.. happened?”

“oh she spilled apple juice. this- here. she took this from your room. um, do you mind calling my phone?” you mumble.

bada sighs and goes into a room before coming out with your phone in hand. “i’m sorry she did this to the last babysitter, and the one before. if you don’t want to continue just let me know okay?” she says helping you clean the apple juice.

you look up at her and see the sweat dripping down her face, the tired look in her eyes. she’s obviously struggling. “what time should i be here tomorrow?”

her eyes light up and she smiles brightly. “um, same time okay? it’ll just be me and her, my husband will be gone early.”

“i’ll be here. go shower. i’ll finish up and make my way out of here.” you pick up the used paper towel, throwing it in the garbage.

thirty minutes later she emerges from the bathroom dressed in a new pair of sweats and a tank with her wet hair flowing down her back.

“i’ll get your uber home. can you put your address in here?”

*

now it’s been four months and man, the feelings you feel towards this woman are crazy.

“she’s just so.. fine, yuna.” you say to your best friend. “when she comes home from the studio and she’s dripping with sweat. you know how hard it is to not jump on her?”

yuna laughs, “isn’t she married?”

“yes but… come on. her husband is never really there. she’s always tired and probably sexually frustrated. i could fix that for her for real.” you say taking the drink from her.

“that’s mine.” she sighs, “well are you gonna go for it?”

“i don’t know, should i? what if i get fired?” you say.

“then you get fired. come on i’ll drop you off. it’s almost time.”

once you arrive at the house, you knock and wait, watching yuna pull off. bada opens the door and looks at you surprised. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

you blink, “it’s.. saturday?”

“oh! oh i’m so sorry. first come in.” she steps to the side, “i’m sorry, chaeyoung is with her grandmother for today. i thought i told you. probably forgot i was doing so much this morning. i feel so bad you probably ubered here, let me pay you for that and i’ll get you one back.”

“my friend dropped me off. i can ask her to come get me.” you say sending a quick text to yuna.

“well have you eaten? let me get you something.” she says.

“i’m okay i’m not hungry.” at least, not for food.

“well.. here’s a water bottle. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay bada. my schedule is open.” you look at the reply from yuna and sigh. “actually could you get the uber? my friend is busy, she won’t be able to come get me for at least an hour or so.. unless you don’t mind me waiting?”

“i don’t mind. i actually wanted to talk to you about chaeyoung.” she says sitting next to you.

“what is it?”

“i’m not too sure what you’re doing but.. she used to be terrible in school, behavior wise, and ever since you came along it’s changed. what are you doing with her? what can i do to make sure she doesn’t act that way once you get your degree and stop working for me?” bada sighs, leaning back on the couch.

“bada,” you turn your body to face her, “the issue with chae is you don’t give her enough attention. i know both you and howl work a lot. it happens. but she tells me all the time how she wishes at least you were here more often. she’s lonely. it’s only her and you stick her with a bunch of strangers. she told me she feels happy when i’m here because even tho i’m leaving, i still make her happy because i’m giving her the attention she craves.”

bada wipes a tear from her cheek, “i try. it’s just hard. i want to be here. then howl took that stupid job traveling to different countries like he doesn’t have a wife and child at home. i feel like i’ve been snapping at her which is why i sent her with her grandmother. i wanted to.. be with my husband and he’s not even here he went to america. i wanted to talk to him about this.”

you pull bada in for a hug and rub her back as she cries into your shoulder. “you’re doing the best you can, bada. you can’t be too hard on yourself. howl should’ve thought about that before he left. he needs to understand you need help.” you say softly.

bada pulls back and looks at you, “you really think i’m doing my best?”

“i do.”

there’s a tension filled silence as you look at each other. you don’t know what fueled you but you lean in and kiss her on her lips before pulling back quickly. “oh shit i’m sorry you’re married-“

she cuts you off with another kiss gripping your shirt. this one is a lot more desperate. “please…” she mumbles against your lips. “i need this please.. please don’t go.” she whines.

“your room.” you say and she stands up pulling you into the bedroom she shared with howl.

she pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you finding your lips again as your hands trail under her shirt. you pull it off her and she whines.

“relax baby, i’ll make you feel good, just be patient.” you turn her on her back kissing her neck and down to her chest. lifting up her bra you attach to her nipple, sucking gently and she moans. you pinch the other one with your fingers and her hips buck up against you, looking for friction.

“keep your hips down.” you whisper, kissing down her stomach. you leave marks on her hip bones and she moans your name.

“y/n please… please i want you so bad!” she writhes on the bed.

you pull her shorts off and she’s not wearing anything under them. “made this easy for me huh? oh you’re so wet for me bada.” you run a finger over her clit and her leg jerks. you put her leg on your shoulder and make eye contact with her. “can i?”

“please y/n please do- OH!” she moans out when your tongue makes contact with her clit. her hands clutch the sheets as you suck on her clit, sticking two fingers in her.

her breath hitches and she lets out loud moans, “oh my god s-so good! please more!”

you insert another finger curling them up into her spot. she lets out a squeal. “why are you so good at this?” she moans, hands going to your hair as she fucks herself onto your fingers. “i’m cumming!”

you speed up your fingers, flicking your tongue skillfully and she cums with a scream, your name falling off her lips.

you pull your hand out giving her a minute to breathe. “you okay?” you run her lower stomach gently.

“i need… more. please? i have.. have toys in my sock drawer.” she pants.

you walk over to where she points and find a different array of toys. “oh you’re kinky.”

“please use whatever you want. make me your slut. please.” she whines.

you bite your lip, grabbing the dildo, a vibrator, and some handcuffs. “you mind?”

“oh please!” she moves her hands to the headboard, letting you cuff her to it. “i-i can eat you out while you fuck me. you can sit on my face.”

you shiver at the thought before stripping and doing what she wants. her tongue skillfully explores you and you question how she let a man trap her with a tongue like that? you lean forward and put the dildo in her, immediately thrusting it in and out of her while putting the vibrator on her swollen clit. she moans into you and pulls at the cuffs. you’re worried she might be uncomfortable so you lift up but she whines loudly. “i’m not finished!”

you sit back down, thrusting the toy faster and turning up the speed on the vibrator. you let out a moan trying not to grind on her face. you move when she starts to mumble something.

“what did you say baby?”

“use me. use me to get yourself off. make me your personal tuck toy.” she moans out.

you moan as you move back onto her face doing as she asks all while you fuck into her tight count with the dildo. you’re close and you know she’s close from the way her moans get higher. she latches onto your clit sucking roughly as you pound the dildo into her gspot and you’re both cumming with loud moans. you remove the toys and she squirts all over her bed. you get off her and rub her clit, helping her ride out her high.

“okay! okay i’m done i can't…i’m done please!” she moans pulling the cuffs.

“give me one more. let me make sure you’re 100% satisfied. you might not get it this good for a while.” you whisper.

she whimpers and cums one last time, her juices flow out of her and you caress her thigh gently.

“so good for me bada. did such a good job.” you uncuff her and she pulls you in for a kiss. you can taste yourself on her tongue.

“thank you.” she whispers. “i needed that. god i needed that.. tell your friend nevermind. stay with me.”

“what about your husband? and chae?” you ask.

“he’s gone for a week, chae will be back tomorrow night. after i take a nap i want to go again.” she groans, turning on her side.

grabbing your phone, you tell yuna to just bring your backpack that has your strap instead and you lay down next to bada. she immediately moves her head onto your chest and sighs, falling asleep.

that was a lot easier than you thought it would be.

[redrose10]

#35 & #45 with namjoon! ❤️ preferably angsty

Here you are! I hope this is okay and angsty enough.

#35 Do you regret it?

#45 How much do they did you hear?

Warnings: Maybe hint of cheating?

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You stood outside your husbands studio door. Your hand tightly gripping the bag of Chinese food you had picked up at the restaurant down the street for dinner. It had been a week since Namjoon came home and you were desperate to see him.

“So do you think you’re going to tell her?”, you heard a woman ask just before you were about to knock. Your brows furrowed, but you tried not to jump to conclusions. She could be a coworker asking about something completely unrelated to you.

“I don’t know.”, Namjoon responded.

The woman scoffed, “I’m not going to keep doing this Joon. I’m not going to keep sneaking around and lying to Y/N. Tell her the truth or what’s going on between us is done.”

The door swung open revealing the face of one of the makeup artist employed by the company. You didn’t know her name, but you’d seen her around. She politely nodded at you before scurrying away down the hall.

Namjoon stared at you as you walked in setting the bags down on the table.

“How much of that did you hear?”, he asked.

“Enough. How long have you been sleeping with her?”

He shook his head, “No. no. I haven’t slept with her. I swear on everything Y/N. I haven’t even kissed her. I would never do that to you. We just hang out. We talk a lot.”

“Is she why you haven’t been home all week?”, you chuckled.

“Not the whole week, but yeah a couple times.”, he admitted.

You bit your lip as he continued, “It started that night we got in that big fight. I came here to try and get some work done and keep my mind busy. She asked what was wrong and we talked.”

You were silent as you tried to fight back tears.

Namjoon pushed his chair in front of you before taking a long breath, “I uh…I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure because I didn’t want to hurt you more than I had to. I thought maybe the feelings would just pass. But I um…I think I love her.”

You felt a stab to your chest. Your tears began freely falling. Namjoon reached out and grabbed your hand. You wanted to pull away but you also wanted to remember how his touch felt.

You looked up and saw his own tears beginning to fall.

“Do you regret it?”, you whispered.

“Regret what?”

“Do you regret us? Marrying me?”, you croaked out.

“Oh god no Y/N. Marrying you was one of the best things I ever did. I guess I just regret falling out of love with you.”

You nodded unsure of what else to say. Quietly you grabbed your things and left the studio.

The divorce was quick and easy. Namjoon gave you the apartment and the car. You didn’t want any of his money, thankful that you had worked your ass off to get a good job to make sure you could fully support yourself if you were ever in a position like this.

After signing the papers you sat in your car trying to control your breathing.

“Your dad had other plans so I guess it’s just going to be you and me little one.”, you whispered rubbing your hand over your barely showing bump.

[kitashousewife]

be mine

an: heehee happy valentines day! there is still more to come so don't worry i'm not stopping here

pairings: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: little angst, lots of fluff, lots of pet names, confessions of feelings

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the steady drum of volleyballs hitting the hardwood floor distracts atsumu's thoughts for a while. soles squeaking, teammates shouting, and the tune of the coach's whistle bouncing off of the walls. he's finally out of his head.

but, as always, the regular discussions in the locker room pull him right back in.

"how long has it been? three months? and you still haven't asked her out?"

atsumu hums, shutting his locker and giving hinata an exhausted look. "yeah, since before christmas."

"what's the hold-up?" bokuto pats atsumu on the back with wiggling eyebrows. "is little 'tsumie afraid?"

that makes him irritated. he knows he should have made things official weeks ago. the badgering isn't helping, though.

"shut up," he huffs and hides a frown with the hoodie that's pulled over his head. "until ya get a girlfriend kotaro, i don't wanna hear shit."

bokuto whistles. "okay, okay. but seriously, what's the issue?"

atsumu thinks for a second. he's honestly not really sure. he's been meaning to, he just can't find the right time.

but, he's pretty sure that's just an excuse.

"you don't have an excuse miya," sakusa smirks as they walk towards the parking lot. "i agree kotaro, i think he's scared."

"no!" atsumu quips, a little quickly. "i mean, i don't know. i really don't know. i want to, i just...can't."

"is it her? does she want to? are you getting mixed signals?" hinata rests against the hood of his car.

"no, she's always happy to talk to me. she gets excited to see me, buys me dinner, and responds immediately. she's perfect."

"soooo," sakusa raises his eyebrows. atsumu sighs.

"i just don't want to disappoint her."

his stomach flips. he's thought about it for months at this point. he wanted to make you his before the first date was over. but, his past got in the way, clouding his confidence just a touch.

past girls using him for the little money he makes. some girls accusing him of spending too much time at volleyball, and not providing enough attention. others just in it for attention, lusting after the instagram posts and twitter updates with their faces in them.

atsumu wants you to be his, and he doesn't want you to leave.

"atsumu, it's been three months. i think she knows you by now. besides, if she was interested in you for the wrong reasons, wouldn't she have left by now?" bokuto's words help atsumu to relax a little.

"yeah, yer right. god, what do i even do? i feel like a fuckin' high schooler," he whines, throwing his bag into his car.

"you're in luck. valentine's day is tomorrow, which means you have the perfect reason," sakusa slides into his car. "c'mon miya, where's your romantic side?"

atsumu thinks about that the entire drive home. he doesn't know what to do. he considers taking you out to a nice dinner, somewhere fancy and luxurious. but, reservations have probably been booked for months. he thinks about using a card, but that's lame. really, he wants to call you for advice, just like he does with everything, but that won't work.

he throws himself on his bed with a sigh.

maybe he'll never ask.

little does he know, you're in the same boat.

sitting cross-legged in the middle of your bedroom floor, you look like an art project gone wrong. glue sticks, markers, and different shades of pink cardstock litter the ground hiding the failed cards and notes from before. you sigh, putting the finishing touches on what you hope to be the final product.

a small, pink card with a bumble bee and hearts with the words bee mine in shaky cursive underneath. you're still deciding what to fill the inside with.

you don't want to say too much, but you also want to make sure you get your feelings out. it's been almost six weeks, and atsumu still hasn't made things official with you. you see him at least three times a week, he takes you to dinner but never calls them dates. he invites you to parties, event dinners, and even took you to his cousin's wedding last weekend.

what's taking him so long?

as soon as you see the clock on the wall, you groan. atsumu should be here any minute, and you haven't written a word on his card yet. he asked you if he could come over tonight, saying he was dying to see ya. since it's the night before valentines, you decide this may be your only shot. you quickly scribble something down, hearing his footsteps through the thin walls of your apartment. quick hands shove the evidence into a garbage bag before you scurry to wash up.

"honey, i'm home!" atsumu sings as he opens the door. "wait! close yer eyes!"

"why should i listen to someone who just entered my home without permission?" you say, eyes firmly closed from your spot on the couch.

"yet, ya listened anyway huh?" he teases when you flip him off from the couch. "keep em' closed pretty. i'm not ready yet."

your heart beats a little quicker. "o-okay, but i have to tell you something."

"alright sweetheart. just a second," he grunts, tripping over the strings of the five heart balloons that he holds in his left hand. he shuffles over to you at sets down a container of chocolate-covered strawberries (that he had to beg osamu to make), and a dozen roses. you smile when you hear the crinkle of cellophane.

atsumu's stomach is doing flips, but he can't do this anymore.

"okay, you can open." his voice sounds a lot more nervous than he would've liked. when you open them, he can't quite read your face.

"atsumu," you breathe. you aren't sure where to look.

"i know, it's a lot, but listen," he flops down next to you, grabbing your hands in his. "i didn't want to be lame but, i just wanted to tell you."

"okay," you ease him on. he takes a deep breath, before smiling wide.

"i think that ya have got to be the most beautiful girl i have ever seen in my life," he looks at you with hearts in his eyes. "from the moment i met ya, i wanted to make ya mine. i want to be the one ya come home to after a long day, i want to see ya in the stands during my games with my jersey on," his cheeks get a little pink.

"i want ya to be mine. my girlfriend."

"atsumu," you breathe, just like before. this time is a little more shaky, but with a bigger smile. "i want to be yours. i want you to be mine."

he laughs running his hand through his hair. "really?"

you nod, holding his face in your hands.

"really," you smile, pulling him in for a kiss. atsumu doesn't pull away until he absolutely has to, wanting to drown in this moment and keep it forever.

"baby, i don't think ya know how happy i am right now," he really can't stop smiling, no matter how hard he tries. he feels like a weight has been lifted off of his chest, amazed at the instant relief he feels after telling you.

"you didn't have to do all of this!" you pull at the balloons, watching them bounce off of one another.

"yes i did! plus, ya gotta try one of these. my brother made 'em and they're amazin'." you reach down to grab one, but he stops you.

"let me grab one!" you giggle, but he smirks.

"what's in your hand?"

you freeze, forgetting all about the card that rests between your fingertips.

"nothing."

"oh c'mon angel, lemme see!"

you shake your head, but he persists.

"why not!"

"because it's stupid, especially compared to all of this!" you gesture towards the flowers and berries.

"please," he begs, giving you a large pout. you roll your eyes.

"fine, but save the comments for yourself. i worked really hard on it."

atsumu pulls the card from it's envelope slowly before giving a quiet gasp.

"i know, i know, it looks like a preschooler did it. just give it back and-"

"are ya kidding me?" he practically shrieks. "this is goin' straight on my locker. 'gonna tape it right to the front."

"are you serious?"

"mhm," he hums, smirking when he reads the inside of the card.

happy valentine's day atsumu. you're the most handsome man i've ever met, and the funniest too. i hope that you will "bee mine" once and for all.

"what's so funny?"

"nothin', i'm just thinkin' that you might have a crush on me."

you roll your eyes, scooching a little closer to him on the couch. he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on top of your head.

"for the record, i have a crush on ya too. a huge one."

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Pairing: Hongjoong × f!reader x Seonghwa

Genre: Mafia, Yandere(slight) , SMUT W.C: 3.1k Warnings: killing someone( not imp. he was disturbing me), blood, blindfold, vibrator, possessiveness, handcuffs, blind play(?), orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral(f rec.) [I dont think anything more needed]

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Request from: @disneylover1998

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

I really don’t know what’s going in here.the person just texted me and helped my imaginations go wild and now am here with this fic💀

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE CUE! 🔞

*under the cue*

“Leave my hand.”

“Girl, let’s have fun. Why are you fighting against me? Just let it be easy and let’s go.”

You tried to pull your hand again but it’s all in vain when his iron grip on your wrist and also, he be pulling you towards the back exit. You are cursing yourself for the infinite time and as why you came to this club today. If you were at home then you might have been chilling and watching some drams on TV while waiting for your busy boys. But no. You have to be a rebellious and go against their rules and thought to sneak out of the house even when you know how much punishment you are going to get for such act. You love those punishments sometimes but never in a while you thought yourself being getting into such problem where you are currently into. If you were not drunk then atleast you would have tried to fight him, you mean a punch or a kick might be but your brain cant handle how to put the pieces together. Dumb you.

He has almost dragged you to the passage for the exit way and you are currently begging mentally for someone familiar to approach and rescue you from the situation, it really doesn’t matter if they inform to your boys afterwards, the main thing is to get away from this shithead who has got balls to touch you or even dared to drag you along with him. Tears flowing down your heavy mascara and eyeliner decorated eyes, it was supposed to highlight the eyes during the whole night not making a mess and make the tears more prominent in black.

“Haven’t you heard what she said, Leave her hand.”

Wait. Why this voice is familiar? I mean….Oh oh He is here. Don’t tell me if I turn around, I have to face a devil right now. You shut your eyes and take a heavy breath and then you noticed how the man holding your hand has stopped and annoyingly turns around. You are also turned around because of his harsh movements but you are not willing to open your eyes to face the reality. I mean you wanted to be saved but not by KIM HONGJOONG!

“Why does it matter to you mister? Go find another chick for the night. This one is for mine.”

And then that maniac laugh. The well damn laugh which he always shows to his enemies before he welcomes them to Hell of a ride and now this man is going to say Hello to the Living Devils.

“Chick?”

His gaze travels over your body and his jaw clenched on how revealing your dress is and you are wearing it when they are not around with you and moreover this dirty hag is holding your hand. HOLDING HIS GIRL’S HAND. You know this man is dead for sure but maybe you are equally dead.

“Yeah yeah. These girls are really fun to spend night with and who knows maybe keeping them to myself and then I can bring money through her and-“

You can hear the choking sound which makes your eyes flutter open when you can feel someone snatches you away from the grip but now you are under a familiar hold but honestly this hold is tighter and rough. The man is choking on his own blood as someone has slit his throat and then you can see who is holding you. Well, PARK SEONGHWA with fire in his eyes and a bloody sharp pocket knife in his other hand.

“He was talking too much.”

“Well done.”

Hm. Thanks. You wanted to say this but you just gulp on seeing the same raging eyes of hongjoong like the other. They both are furious and you are well aware of the fact that they don’t appreciate when someone else touch you other than them, they don’t appreciate their gang members also. Hongjoong called his men to clean the mess up and do everything possible to make the people shut up who has witnessed the scene. Now what about you!

“So, my dear Y/N. Can we know why are you here?”

“Hwa….I was…I just wanted to have fun.”

“Fun? Did you have that? Without us?”

No Hongjoong. Please stop asking me like this. With a god damn sinister smile resting on his face and eyes daring your trembling figure to speak more. You can confront seonghwa but not him, you don’t know why but he is always the one who can make anyone speak up the truth or make them agree with him even on a lie.

“n-no.”

“Of course you cant have fun without us, sweetheart.”

“I want to go home.”

“So do we.”

Well, a tensed atmosphere inside the whole car ride after Seonghwa literally dragged you outside from the club towards the car. His grip was harsh than that man and a thought came across your mind. Would have been better if that man took you with him? Maybe in the midway he would have become unconscious and you would have been freed. Atleast you wont have to be in the situation s you are currently in. You slapped yourself for this and they glanced at you for your weird behaviour. Not a single one spoke a word to you and you were thankful that you didn’t have to stutter anymore.

You are strong and you can fight for yourself but not when these two men are in their angry mode on. You literally fear them but also deep down like their clenched jaws, raging eyes and heavy breaths when pissed off. You smiled to yourself on this thought but quickly regained your composure. On reaching your house, you quickly got down the car and almost run towards the door. Entering the hall, you can see it empty because during the night, no maids and servants are allowed to the private portions of the mansion unless they are called. You took a turn towards the right for the stairs to quickly run towards the room and lock the door and wait for the next day to face them with a clear head.

“Where do you think you are going?”

My room. The only safe place that seems to protect me from both of you. I don’t want to die right now. Dumb you have to smile at them right now to which they raised their eyebrows.

“I need to take a quick shower as I spilled drink on myself previously.”

Saying this, you excused yourself from their intense gaze and as soon as you are behind the closed doors, you released a deep breath which you didn’t know was holding all these times. Slipping out of your mini body hugging dress, you went into the shower. You can feel the alcohol exhaustion leaving your body a bit and getting relaxed under the cold waters and your lavender shampoo scent. You spent inside the shower longer than usual because you can find yourself drifting into so many thoughts at the moment. Maybe you danced in the club a bit too hard that your body is so much exhausted. Cleaning yourself, you wrapped the towel around you before exiting the bathroom. Oh gosh! Why is it so dark? You are sure you left the lights on before going into the shower. Then maybe power supply cut off or a thief? But the windows are closed and the doors are closed? Thief coming from the door even that in a mafia’s mansion?

How ironic!

Your slow footsteps towards the door come to a halt when you feel arms wrapped around you from behind and you parted your mouth to shout when a palm pressed to your lips to make you shut. Your eyes went wide in horror.

“Do you want to call us baby?”

Damn. What are they doing in your room? Aren’t they supposed to be in their room and busy with their works and all and moreover aren’t they angry with you?

“J-joong?....What are you doing here?”

“Why? Were you planning to go somewhere again?” The voice from your front ask you.

“No no, I thought you were busy or something.”

“Do you want us to be busy so that you can think all the bullshits and then act on your own like always?”

“No.”

Atleast let me wear some clothes before scolding me. The view is becoming clear when seonghwa turns on the neon lights in the room. Now you can see both of them are in their tees and jeans atleast well covered unlike you who is fully exposed just covered with a towel.

You feel warm sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck and Hongjoong is smelling you in between and teasingly grazing his teeth over your soft skin. You moan against his hold and then when you noticed some familiar things kept on the bedside table. They are not thinking to do what you are guessing right?

Your view got blocked when seonghwa comes in front of you and holds your face in his hand, looking dangerously yet has a softness in them, just for you. Your toes curls under his touch and your knees feel weak under his gaze and also when the man behind you is kissing all over your exposed skin like a hungry creature. Seonghwa attach his lips to you, you can smell the alcohol as soon his lips pressed to you and your one hand holding Hongjoong’s hand holding the towel over your belly and the other one holding seonghwa’s hand caressing your cheeks. The kiss is more addictive and you are getting drunk more than a drink could make you feel it. Teeth biting down the lips to explore each other more, licking the teeth with tongue, exploring inside the mouth and your mind going in daze.

Retreating himself from you he went to the bed and roll over his tee exposing his abs which are always showcased for you. Hongjoong stops his abuse on your skin and pull you towards the foot of the bed. Your back of the knees hitting the bed and him standing in front of you, hands holding the secured knot of the towel. His other hand moved towards your chest and pushed you backwards. Your back hits the soft matress and then you can see your towel hanging in his raised hands. Alarmingly, your hands come closer to hide your exposed body but that was not to their liking as Seonghwa’s hands pulled your hands apart and you can feel metals clasped to your wrists and attached them to your head board. Handcuffs?

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just you can see this towel was blocking my view and I don’t like when something becomes a restriction in the path of my desires.”

A warm hand caress your cheeks to get your attention and you can see the devilish smile painted on his face.

“You said you didn’t have fun so we should make it up right?”

“Uh oh that…no no…it’s okay…I did have fun…a little?”

 “A little?”

You pressed your feet on the bed to pressure down to lift up your body but Hongjoong pressed your knees down and settle himself between your legs. He also removes his shirt and then rest his palms over your knees. You can feel the tingling sensation in your lower belly but you know you are getting nothing if you behave like a brat right now as they are already pissed off with your earlier deeds. You can feel another set of hands moving across your chest and flicking the already hard nipples in between making your breath heavy and moan out his name.

“Seonghwa….”

“Hm? Do you need something?”

“Yes…I need you…I need both of you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“why? No no. I really need you.”

Seonghwa look towards Hongjoong and they silently communicate in between them and their nod indicates that they agreed on something. On what? Your anticipating eyes following their movements. Seonghwa grabs a cloth and damn that’s a blindfold. Before you can protest to it, he put over your eyes and let you to rely on your other senses from now. A hot breath tingling near your ear and lips gazing hovering it and licking the earlobe.

“Lets begin the fun now.”

You can feel hands lingering over your exposed thigh and your legs are moved more apart to stretch you out, hands gripping your inner knees. You can feel something cold touching your thighs and gliding up to your heat. You squirm under the touch but you are hold still by the strong grip. The cold thing stopped teasingly on your clit and it got pressed down there. A jolt spread across your body when the vibrator starts abusing your clit.

“Hongjoong..Joong”

Nobody answered you.

“Joong….Hwa…seonghwa…Hongjoong…”

“You need to guess who is this baby?”

Who? Isnt Hongjoong between your legs? You can feel someone teasing your entrance with the fingers, parting your folds and spreading your arousal around it. Another hand massaging the breast and pinching the nipples. You can feel shuffling in between your legs and when you tried to close your legs, it got stopped and stretched out more. You are already squirming under their touches. Mouths taking in the tits and covering it with their saliva and sucking it and biting around it and hands teasing your entrance. You can feel someone peppering kisses all over your inside thighs and sucking them in between and other sucking your chest and throat and jaw and licking them with juicy kisses. When you feel someone just licks a long strip of your arousal, your back arcs and then you can feel the knot building in your stomach which can burst down any moment.

“Ahhh!”

“Who is it baby?”

How am I supposed to know? Both of their voices are coming from the same place and you know they are making you to guess them but how are you supposed to guess when your whole body is shaking for it about to release.

“Joong?”

“Are you asking us?”

“no..no…It’s Joong…”

A harsh slap hit your folds which getting you the climax sooner. They can feel your movements and are sure that you are about to cum. The burning sensation indicating that you have answered it wrong.

“Hwa..Its you…”

“Where is the fun here? When its not Joong then its obvious that it will be Hwa unless you are thinking about someone else fucking you.”

“No. No. I’m sorry. Please.”

“Please what?”

“I need to cum. Please please.”

When you were just near to climax, the feelings got ripped away from your whole body as the vibrator stopped and you were forced still against the body so that you cant move anymore.

“No no no why?”

“Why?”

“I was going to-“

“cum? But we don’t want you to cum until you are guessing it right.”

“How am I supposed to guess when you literally fuck me the same way and you both are…rough.”

“Rough?”

“Please.”

They remove your blindfold and you your eyes squint from the releasing of the tight blinding fold and you see Seonghwa smirking down at you from between your legs and Hongjoong standing beside your head with blindfold in his hand which he soon throws it on the floor.

You don’t know what they are doing but you are excited to know their next moves. The vibrator turns on again and you close your eyes in the sensation as your body is reacting fast to get to the climax. Hongjoong leans down to kiss you and damn his kiss is rough and like a beast he is devouring on you, hands abusing your swollen breasts. You feel a slap on your thigh and then you can see the dark expression on the other man because of the lack of attention. Your eyes following how he bends down, his iron grip still on your thighs, leaving behind the marks. His muscles flexing while devouring your heat. The two men eating you out, one above and one down there. If they continue like this, they might suck out your life at this point. You are squirming under their hold. The familiar knot building up again and this time you are desperate for your release, your head thrown backward, body arching, giving more access to Hongjoong to leave his markings. Seonghwa still abusing your clit with his tongue and one added finger hitting your G-spot and you know you will fall apart soon. Whwn you tried to close your eyes, Hongjoong gripped your jaw and harshly made you face him.

“Eyes on him baby.”

Your moans getting lost in Hongjoong’s mouth and you cant think of anything else other than the desperation to release. You are just about to hit the high when again everything stops.

Every lingering touch, abusing, sucking and the damn vibrator was turned off. Tears roll down your eyes and you cry out, whimpering and trying to close your legs in the exhaustion of getting ripped away of the heat.

“whyyyyy?”

“Are you really asking this?” Seonghwa asks you as if he doesn’t know how irritated you are right now. Well he is lowkey liking the fact somehow.

“Okay Seonghwa lets see if she can hold her cum until we say her to let go. If she goes along with us then we can think to let her come. Yeah?”

“I think that’s something fun.”

Seonghwa’s hands start rubbing your heat with the vibrator setting in a low level and you can feel yourself overstimulated and these slow movements are making you more frustrated. You are trying to focus on the movements in your heat and giving deaf ear to everything in your surroundings.

“Eyes on me or I am going to stop here.”

You somewhat managed to make an eye contact with him but its getting too much and tears falling down your cheeks.

“Too much Hwa…please…its too much…”

“Should I stop? I think you had too much fun.”

“NO!” “Hwa. She is saying no, then what about now?”

“Did you have fun?” well this damn question.

“No no no no.”

“Hold it in or you are not going to cum.”

That’s how you know, its going to be a long night until they are satisfied with their punishment but that’s fine. You are again going to sneak out if these are going to be the punishment nights for you disobeying them.

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Word count- 6.2k

Includes- Angst, physical fighting, underground fighting, mentions of blood, blow job, deep throating, cock riding, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms, lots of fluff at the end

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San POV

"Is she here?", I ask Wooyoung

"She's coming. Don't worry about her. Focus on winning the match"

I glare at him

He knows I can't not worry about her

She's my life, everything I do is for her, of course I'm worried when she's not here yet

All my fights are in warehouses in bad seedy neighborhoods and I get really worried when she doesn't get to the fight with me

She had to work late today and she's coming from there

She's taking the bus here and I won't relax until she's next to me

"She's coming San. She always comes right?"

I nod

"She'll be here"

I know she will even though she hates when I fight

She hates watching me get hurt, get hit, bleed

She always has tears in her eyes during the match and she cries when she's fixing my injuries after the fight

I hate making her cry but we need the money I win from these fights

My minimum wage job as a cook for a noodle shop isn't cutting it

I can't get a better job because no one wants to hire an ex-convict

I was arrested for assault and battery when I beat the shit out of a guy who dared to touch her

Just walked up to her outside of a club while she was waiting for me and grabbed her ass like it was nothing

I was on my way back to her and saw him do that, saw her yell and slap him

Then he shoved her, she fell and I saw fucking red

I got to him and all I beat him to an inch of his life

If the cops didn't pull me off him, I would of killed him

I was arrested, charged with assault and battery and was sentenced to three years in prison

He was also arrested after he got out of the hospital, charged with sexual harassment and sexual assault

She told me he was sentenced to five years in prison

She waited for me, visited me in prison and when I got out no one wanted to hire me

Especially because I have a violent charge

I can't afford a trade school and I don't have the time because I have to make money for us to survive

The cook position is cash only and the only place that would hire me

She's a nail tech in a salon and doesn't make that much either

We don't have a place to live and instead live in Wooyoung's van

When I first got out of prison she moved me into her studio apartment but her neighbors found out I was an ex-con and complained to the landlord

The landlord told her I had to leave

Instead she left to be with me

I insisted she stay in the apartment but she refused

Her sister was nice enough to let her use her address so she could keep working but wouldn't let us move in

Her sister hates me

Tells my naekkeo that I'm ruining her life and I can't disagree

I am ruining her life

I tried talking her into staying at her sister's apartment, which her sister agreed to but she flat out refused, saying that she's staying with me no matter what

She told me she loves me more than anything and she's never going to leave me

Honestly I cried at that

No one, besides Wooyoung, ever cared about me, ever loved me, ever thought I was worth it

And hearing that from the one person I love most in the world made me so fucking happy

I know I'm bringing her down with me but I can't let her go

I can't survive without her

She is my absolute everything

I was looking for more ways to make money and Wooyoung told me about the fights he goes to and offered to get me into them

I agreed and have been doing this for six months aside from the cook job

Wooyoung became my manager, he gets a cut from the winnings but I take a bigger portion of it

He rents a room in an apartment so that me and my naekkeo can stay in his van for now

We got a cheap mattress that takes up the back of the van, our clothes and blankets, shoes, necessities strewn in every place they can be

We have a very small walk way right in front of the bench seat

The van is long so we have some room and it's the best we can do for now

Our problem isn't getting a place, it's continuously paying the rent that's the problem

I really don't know what to do about our situation

She works all day, everyday, at the salon and she's started taking private clients too, going to their places to do their nails

I work all day and do these fights at night, as often as I can

We're stuck and it sucks

"Can you go check outside and see if she's here?", I ask

He sighs, "Yeah ok. I'll be right back"

He leaves and I look around for my opponent

I'm not sure who it is as there are multiple fights tonight

She will only let me do one fight at a time and I give into her because I know she doesn't want me to do this at all

Scanning the room, I see big guys on one end of the room and normal looking guys like me around too

I've fought a few of the guys here before

I mostly win all my fights except in the beginning, when I first started

Aside from then, I make sure I win because we need the money badly

"Sannie", I hear behind me

Turning around, I smile at my naekkeo

"She was already coming inside when I got to her", Wooyoung says

"Hi naekkeo", I say, leaning down and kissing her soft sweet lips

"Hi Sannie", she says, anxiety in her voice as she looks around

"You ok baby?", I ask, knowing she's worried

"Yeah Sannie"

She's not a very good liar

"How was your day naekkeo?", I ask to take her mind off of the fight

"Oh, it was ok. Same stuff. Painted nails. You know", she says softly

I nod, "And the private clients you had this morning were good?"

Her salon opens at 10am and closes at 8pm

She mostly takes private clients from 7am -9:30 am and from 8:30pm to sometimes midnight

Except for days when I have fights, then she doesn't schedule any late night appointments so she can be here with me

Today she had just one at 8:30 and it's fine because the fights start at 10

"Yeah it went fine. One of the girls liked the nails I did on her and she posted it on her social media. She mentioned my name and what salon I work at"

"That's good baby!", I exclaim, smiling, "Did you put our phone number on the post too?"

We share a prepaid phone because we can't afford anything else

It's a cheap dial phone that can only make calls and texts

No Internet connection

She has a tablet her sister gave her, so to use the internet and check emails we go to a cafe that has wifi and use it there

Or she uses it on her lunch hour at work

"Yeah Sannie but you know how I feel about that"

She doesn't like to have our number out there for everyone to see but it's something we have to do for now

It increases her chances of getting extra clients

"I know baby", I tell her, "It's just for now"

"Yeah", she answers

"Did you post the picture on your Instagram?"

That's the only social media she has and it's full of pictures of her work

Sometimes she gets hired by people from there too

"Yeah Sannie", she says

"Good baby. Maybe an idol company will see it and want to hire you", I smile

She is really good at nails, she knows how to use all kinds of nail polish and the designs she does are so pretty

She definitely should be working for idols

"I wish", she giggles, coming closer and laying her head on my chest

I hug her tightly, kissing the top of her head

"I love you Sannie", she says, making me smile

"I love you Jo", I answer, "More than anything"

Words can't describe the love I have for her

She is everything to me

"So much", she whispers, looking up at me

Leaning down, I press my lips to her in a soft kiss

After the kiss, we go sit against one of the walls waiting for my fight to start

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Lifting my arm, I block my opponent's hit then shove his arm away

Pulling my own fist back, I slam it into the side of his head, his body following the direction his head snaps

The fight started three minutes ago and already I'm getting my ass kicked

If course I'm up against one of the biggest guys here

I already got punched in the face twice and once in the stomach, not to mention my arms while I block my face and head

This is the first hit I got in

My opponent rights himself and lunges at me, his fist grazing the side of my lip

Pain hits me hard

I already got a cut there from a previous hit and it fucking hurts

I move back from him, ducking under another swing and punching his stomach

As he doubles over, I kick him hard in the ribs

He roars in pain and the bell rings before I can get another hit it

Fuck

Going to my corner of the ring, I sit in the stool, breathing hard

"Sannie", she whispers, tears on her face

"I'm ok baby", I tell her, turning to my side where she's standing

"You're bleeding San"

"Just little cuts naekkeo", I assure her

I don't want to tell her how much pain I'm in

She worries enough

"You need to knock him the fuck out", Wooyoung growls from my other side, as he pours water from a water bottle in my mouth

I swallow quickly so I don't fucking drown from this dumbass

"No shit", I growl

"Well stop fucking around. You're fighting like shit today"

"Do you want to fucking fight him?", I snap, "You think you can do better?"

He snorts, "I'm not an idiot, I'm not getting in there with that huge oaf"

"Gee thanks", I say sarcastically

"Just go knock him out and win", Wooyoung says dismissively, waving his hand at me

Sometimes I want to punch him

The bell is gonna ring any second and I turn to her

"Kiss me baby"

She immediately pressed her lips against mine in a soft kiss

I feel better, like her kiss is renewing my energy

The bell rings and I pull away from her, getting up and going towards my opponent, my hands up in a fighting stance to protect my head

My opponent comes at me swinging and I parry his punches as best I can but he still gets hits into my body

I try to hit him back but my hits just graze off him because he blocks me

I'm getting frustrated and sloppy

We just really need that money

He hits my ribs and I yell in pain, then swing and smash my fist in his eye, his head snapping back

I advance towards him, moving my arm to land a right hook to his body

He blocks my hit, leaving me wide open and his fist connects with my chin, upper cutting me

Agony explodes in my face as I fall on my back

"Sannie!", I hear her scream through the pain, "Oh my god, Sannie!"

I moan, lifting my head but the pain increases and I lay back down

"Get up Sannie! Please baby, get up"

She sounds so scared

Forcing my eyes open, I turn my head to find her in the crowd, making my swimming vision focus on her

She's grabbing onto the metal chains that make up the ring perimeter, Wooyoung's arm around her waist, holding her back as she struggles against him

It takes me a second to register that she's trying to get into the ring to get to me

Thank god Wooyoung is there to hold her back

If she ever got hurt I'd never forgive myself

"No, don't hit him!", she shouts, tears pouring down her face, "San, move!"

I move to gaze at my surroundings, seeing my opponent walking towards me

"No. Wooyoung let go!", she sobs, "I have to get him, he's not moving. Let me fucking go!"

I have to get up now

She cannot come in this ring

She cannot get hurt

My opponent gets to me, pulling his fist back

My body screams in pain as I roll away just as he brings his fist down, punching the floor, a loud crack sounding in my ear, followed by his screaming

I get up, my vision swimming for a second, the crowd cheering loudly

But all I can hear is her crying my name

I need to finish this fight and get to her

"End it now San!", Wooyoung yells

Forcing myself to stay up, I head to my opponent who's holding his arm to his body

I'm pretty sure he broke his hand

As I get to him, he tries to block me but I get a hit to his face in

He swings his uninjured arm hard while still keeping his injured one close to his body, trying to hit me but misses, his body going with the momentum and he stumbles

I move quickly, punching his ribs, then backing away, circle him then hit him in the same spot

He growls, straightening up and coming at me but he's leaving himself open because he still has his injured arm at his side

I take the opportunity to move quickly to him and jumping, I do a turning kick, smashing my foot into his face

I land on my feet as I hear him fall and I turn around immediately

He's laid out, his eyes closed, not moving

Everyone screams and cheers but I keep my eyes on him in case he decides to get up

He doesn't and the organizer of the fights declares me the winner

I breathe in relief, glad we at least have some money that can last a bit

Turning to the crowd, I find her in the same spot, clinging onto the chains, crying

While I got us money, I hate that I have to make her feel this way to get it

Moving, I stumble over to her, her arms immediately around my neck, hugging me tightly to her as she sobs in my neck, the chains between us

I move my arms around her, holding her tightly, "It's ok naekkeo. I'm ok"

"Come out of there now", she sobs, "Please Sannie. We're leaving right now"

"Yeah naekkeo. Ok baby", I agree, "Just let Wooyoung get the money ok?"

She nods then lets me go, holding up the chain so I can squeeze through

Once I'm out of the ring, she's immediately back in my arms, hugging me tightly

Hugging her, I run my fingers in her hair, whispering to her, assuring her I'm ok

I am ok, just a little beat up

I'll be sore tomorrow but it's nothing some Tylenol can't fix

Wooyoung comes over, handing me an envelope

I quickly stuff it in my pocket then tell her, "C'mon baby, let's go"

Taking her hand, the three of us leave the warehouse, heading for the van

--------------------------------

She sits across from me in the van, on our cheap mattress, looking down

"Here naekkeo", I say softly, giving her the envelope with the winning money

She takes it, opening it

"It's 600 for this fight"

She nods, taking out 200 and putting it in the little safe we have in the van

The rest of it she puts in her bag so she can deposit it into her account for us

She raises her eyes to me, tears pooling in time

"Naekkeo-", I whisper but she shakes her head

She reaches next to our bed, taking out the first aid kit, then moves next to me on the seat

She opens the kit, taking out some paper towels and wetting them with bottled water

Her eyes raise to mine again, gently turning my face towards hers

She gently presses the wet paper towel to the corner of my lip, dabbing the blood away, tears falling down her face as she does

My heart falls, hurting because she's hurting

I wish I could do something, anything to make everything better

Better for her

But I don't know what to do

She cleans my mouth, then uses more wet paper towel to clean the cut on my cheek

She slides my tank top off, more tears falling as she looks at my bruised body

She checks everywhere, wiping blood away from scratches and cuts on my arms, neck and chest

Then she puts all the bloody towels in a plastic bag

"No more Sannie", she whispers

"Naekkeo-"

"No more", she repeats, her eyes full of unshed tears, gazing into mine, "Please Sannie. I can't....I can't keep watching you get hurt baby. You've been so lucky nothing serious has happened to you so far. But you don't know what these hits to your face, to your head are doing to your brain baby. I can't lose you"

"You won't naekkeo", I tell her, "I'm ok"

"For now", she whispers, "But what if you get knocked out and don't wake up? What if you break something? We don't have money for a hospital Sannie and I don't know how to fix broken bones"

I shake my head, "Nothing like that is going to happen-"

"You don't know that!", she cries, "You don't know what effect this is having on you because we can't afford to get you checked out!"

I breathe in, trying not to get frustrated, "I'm doing this for us baby. So we can get out of this van"

"I don't care about getting out of this van!", she sobs, "Don't you get it San? I don't care about money, I don't care about living in an apartment. I care about you! All I want is you!"

"It's because of me you have such a shitty life!", I yell, losing it, "It's because of me you're living in a fucking van instead of a house! It's because of me you got kicked out of your apartment! It's because of me you're poor! It's because of me you don't have a fucking shower or a toilet to use, because of me we have to use gas stations and public restrooms. You don't even have basic things like a real fucking bed to sleep in! It's because of me you aren't living with your sister when you should! You're in this shitty situation because you chose me and I'm such a lowlife screw up that I can't even provide a fucking basic life for you. And it won't get any better. We'll always be fucking poor. Any apartment we get will be shitty in a crap neighborhood. Your sister is right, I ruined your life"

I close my eyes, leaning my head back, trying and failing to stop the tears that run down my face

I love her so much but she should not be with me

I'm just dragging her down

Her small hand touches my cheek, turning my face to her

I open my eyes, her beautiful face blurred through the tears

"I love you Sannie", she says, "I will always choose you no matter what"

"You shouldn't naekkeo", I whisper, "You should run far from me. I'm not good for you"

"Yes you are", she argues, "You are baby. You went to prison for me, because you were protecting me baby"

Of course I did

She's my everything and I'll be damned if anything or anyone hurts her

I'll always be there to protect her

"You are the best man for me San", she continues, "You love me more than anyone ever has. You take care of me the best you can. You're willing to get hurt to try to make a better life for us"

"I'm failing naekkeo"

I'm failing at taking care of her so fucking badly

I'm failing at everything a boyfriend should do for his girl

She shakes her head, "No baby. Please listen to me San"

I just nod, not knowing what she can say to make me change my mind that I'm no good for her

"I don't care if we're poor. I don't care if we have to live in this van or a shitty area. I don't care about using public bathrooms or sleeping on a crappy mattress. My life is not shitty because I have you San. I can live without a bathroom or an apartment or a bed. I can't live without you"

I feel more tears leak out at her words that I know are true

She doesn't consider her life crappy because she has me

I don't know how I still have her love or why she loves me as much as she does but I'm so grateful for it

"I love you Sannie, more than words can express baby. You are my everything. I swear I will always choose you, I will always be right here with you, by your side, wherever you are. I will never abandon you baby. Never"

I take her hand, holding it as I break down, sobbing, her free arm hugging me to her

I can't explain how I'm feeling, just a mixture of happiness, relief, gratefulness, sadness, despair all swirling inside me

Just knowing she's here, she's never leaving me no matter what is more than I deserve

"You're worth anything and everything Sannie. As long as we're together, we'll be ok baby. I promise"

I nod, wrapping my arms around her, holding her tightly, my face buried in her neck

Her arms move around me, her fingers gently running in my hair

"Please Sannie. No more fights baby. We'll find another way ok? Please baby", she begs

I nod, whispering in her neck, "Ok naekkeo. No more"

She's never asked me to stop before, just silently taking care of me after the matches but I know she didn't want me to continue the fights

And even though we need the money, I'm going to stop because she's asking me

I can't deny her anything, especially when she's going through all this to be with me

I will never break her trust, never go back on my word

Not when it comes to her

So if she wants me to stop, I will

Lifting my head, I look in her beautiful eyes, softly cupping her cheek, "I promise, no more fights naekkeo"

She nods, relief in her face

"I love you Jo. More than anything"

She smiles softly, "I love you Sannie"

She kisses me softly, her arms moving around my neck, warmth crawling up my body as my head spins

I pull her into my lap, deepening the kiss, her tongue against mine, her fingers in my hair

Moving, I get us on our bed, laying next to her, our bodies turned to each other as we kiss

Her hands gently touch me, her fingers leaving heat in every cell on my skin

She gently pushes me to my back, hovering over me, her lips pressing to my neck

I close my eyes in pleasure as my naekkeo's soft lips kiss me

I move my hands under her shirt, feeling her soft warm skin as I travel up her back, pulling her shirt up at the same time

Taking it off her, I move my hands around her again, undoing her bra, her big boobs immediately in my hands

I squeeze softly, feeling her nipples harden against my palms

She sits on my lap, looking down at me, her fingers gently touching a new bruise from tonight's match

I have lots of bruises on my body, old ones and new

I know she hates it but at least there won't be new ones anymore

She leans down, her lips pressing the softest kiss she's ever given me on the bruise

My breath hitches as she moves her lips to another bruise, this time an old one, kissing there too

She continues to kiss each and every bruise on my body, a wave of utter acceptance and love crashing into me

Tears spring to my eyes and fall as she presses her lips all over my chest, my stomach, my arms, her hands softly trailing in her kisses wake

"My strong Sannie", she whispers, kissing my palm, making me cry more, "My baby"

She presses a kiss to each of my finger tips, then moves to my other hand doing the same thing

"My love of my life", she says, her eyes on mine, "My everything"

I can't stop the tears that are flowing

I'm just in awe that this amazing woman loves me this much

That she considers me her everything when I can't give her much of anything

That she just wants me when she could have a better life without me

That she's willing to give up that better life to be with me

She's completely extraordinary and I thank my lucky stars she's mine

"I love you Sannie", she says, her hands gently wiping the tears from my eyes

"I love you Jo", I cry, "I love you so much naekkeo"

She smiles, her lips against mine again and I fall into her kiss

I slide my hands down her back, pushing her pants and panties down as far as I can

She smiles into the kiss before moving off me and taking the rest of her clothes off

She reaches for my pants, dragging them and my boxers down and off

I watch her lean down, her tongue slowly running up my hard cock, pleasure humming in my body

She licks up my dick again and again, her tongue feeling so fucking good, so wet, so firm against me

Her tongue licks along my slit, making my body shiver

"Mmm yummy Sannie", she murmurs, swirling her tongue around my head, "My baby always tastes so good for me"

I whine as her mouth wraps around my head, soft sucking sensations taking over my body

She slowly moves down my cock, giving me long sucks that has my body trembling against the bed, my fingers gripping onto the sheets

"Baby, fuck", I moan, her mouth feeling utterly amazing, her tongue against my cock as she sucks

She finally moves all the way down, deep throating me, my cock nestled and throbbing in her throat

When she starts bobbing her head, I moan loudly, the feel of sliding out of her throat then going back into that tightness so fucking pleasurable

Her head moves faster, taking me in and out over and over, my head and body filled with bliss

She is so fucking good at blow jobs it's amazing

She watches me, her big brown eyes teary, bringing me closer with each move

I run my fingers in her hair, stopping her

"Need you", I whisper

She nods, pulling me out of her mouth

Getting in my lap, she holds my dick up under her, sitting on my head

Her tight hole spreads open for me as she sinks down on my length, slowly taking an inch at a time

"Naekkeo, fuck", I whimper, watching her cunt take me, completely drenching me, "All the way baby"

She smiles, her hips moving as she wiggles down my cock, "Always Sannie. Always want all of you inside"

I know she does

We can't get enough of each other and living in a van hasn't dimmed down our sex life at all

She bottoms me out, her hips immediately grinding so slowly on me, driving me crazy

"Baby", I whine

"Shh baby", she smirks, "I'm gonna ride you the way I want to but don't worry Sannie. You know I'll always make you feel so good"

I nod, knowing she will

Both of us are all about the other when it comes to sex

She wants to make me feel good and I want to do that for her

It's why sex with her is the best I've ever had

Her small hands move onto my stomach, leaning on me as she slides up my length, leaving my cock a wet creamy mess

"Baby fuck, so wet already", I moan

"Mm can't help it", she whimpers as her cunt tightens around my head, feeling so good, "You're cock is the best baby. So hard. Feels so good"

With that, she slides back down slowly, clenching my cock over and over as she goes down, pleasure blasting into every cell as my length pushes through her tightness

"Oh my god naekkeo", I pant, feeling every inch of her pussy smother my cock as she bottoms me out

She grinds on me, my head rubbing against her spot, her beautiful body shaking on top of me

"Mmm Sannie", she moans softly, starting to bounce so slowly on my length, making sure she squeezes hard as she moves up and down, feeling incredibly good

I watch her, hypnotized by the way her gorgeous body moves on me, by the pleasure on her face

I slide my hands up her body, starting from her thighs, feeling her soft skin tremble against my fingertips, soft sighs of bliss coming from her slightly parted lips

I'm so fucking lucky this amazing woman is mine

My hands move around her bouncing boobs, squeezing gently, rubbing my thumbs across her nipples

Her hands wrap around my wrists, her bounces going just a touch faster but still agonizingly slow

"Sannie", she whimpers, her body arching in pleasure, her cunt throbbing hard and completely creaming my cock, beads of sweat slowly rolling down her perfect body

"Cum for me naekkeo", I whisper, wanting to feel that pleasure her orgasms give me, "Fall apart for me baby"

"Sannie", she moans, taking my entire cock inside her, her orgasm starting

Intense pleasure washes over me from her pretty pussy squeezes my cock in a vice grip, flooding my dick and lap in her cream

I watch the stunning sight of my naekkeo coming and I swear I've never seen anything so fucking beautiful

"Good girl", I praise her, "My good girl. Fuck naekkeo, feels so good"

"So good Sannie", she whimpers

As soon as she finishes, I'm sitting up, crashing my lips to hers, kissing her passionately

Pulling her sweaty body right against mine, I lay down with her and roll us over, getting on top of her

Her legs wrap around my waist and I can't describe how much I love that feeling

Thrusting into her, I bottom out quickly but stay buried inside her, just wanting to feel her pulsing pussy wrapped around me for a minute

Her small hands lay flat on my back, slowly sliding up and down, sending chills down my spine and heat through all my nerves

As I kiss her, I slowly pull out, loving the feeling of her pussy tugging on my dick, wanting to keep me inside

When I move back in, her hips lift, meeting my stroke, letting my cock plunge deeper inside her

She moans in my mouth as my head hits her spot, her legs tightening around me

We move together, meeting each other as I go back in, my pelvis rubbing against her little clit with each move

She breaks the kiss, moaning my name, as I move my arm around her waist, keeping her right against me while we make love to each other

I lean my forehead against hers, her hand sliding in my hair, holding on, our breaths mixing with each other's, pure bliss running through my body

"Sannie", she whispers, opening her eyes and locking them on mine, "I love you Sannie"

I smile, love for her filling my body, "I love you Joanne. More than anything naekkeo"

"So much baby. Forever", she whispers

I nod, "Forever naekkeo"

I know I will never stop loving her

It's just not possible

She's my absolute everything

"San", she whines, both of us right there, her pussy spasming so hard, soaking every inch of me

I slip in, rubbing her spot and she cries my name as she cums

Her cunt chokes my cock, ecstacy tidal waving into every cell in my body and I hold her so tightly, moaning her name as I cum

"Joanne, naekkeo. Fuck baby", I whimper, closing my eyes while the fucking pleasure increasing as her cunt milks my cock for all my cum, her repeated whispers of my name washing over me

"San. My Sannie. Sannie"

We cling onto each other as the pleasure fades, my eyes opening and meeting hers again

I press my lips against hers in a kiss as I pull out of her

I shift to lay next to her, her body turning and entangling with mine as our lips stay locked together, her fingers slowly running up and down my back

When the kiss ends, I lay on my back and she cuddles against me, her head on my chest, her leg moving over my body

I grab the blanket that was pushed to my side of the bed and get it over us, then play with her hair as we lay together

"I love you", she whispers, kissing my chest right where my heart is, making it skip a beat

"I love you", I tell her

A silence falls but my mind is running a mile a minute

"Naekkeo", I whisper, deciding the time is right

"Yeah Sannie?"

"Would you....would you want...to marry me?"

There, I asked

Her breathing still as her head tilts up, her eyes immediately looking into mine

"Are you serious?"

I nod, one hundred percent serious

I've wanted to ask her for awhile but I can't afford a ring and I didn't want to do it without one but the reality is I doubt I'll ever be able to afford one for her

But just because there's no ring doesn't mean we can't get married

"Yeah naekkeo. I love you so much Joanne. I never want to be without you", I tell her, "I don't have a ring and I don't think I'll ever be able to get you one-"

"Shush Sannie", she says, softly touching the side of my face, "I don't need a ring San. I just need you"

"You have me baby. Always", I assure her

"And you have me Sannie. Always too", she says

After tonight and everything she said, I know for sure I have her forever

There's no doubt in my mind that I'm always going to be with her

"And yes Sannie. I want to marry you"

"Yeah?", I ask, smiling

"Of course Sannie. When are you going to realize you're my everything baby and I only want you?"

"I'm starting to get it naekkeo", I tell her, "I'm getting it"

"Good", she smiles happily, "When can we get married?"

I laugh, "Well naekkeo, we do have some money now and I don't think it costs too much to get married in city hall"

"Hmm yeah. I think I'll research everything online tomorrow during my break and I'll let you know what we have to do"

"Sure baby. Then we can figure out when-"

"Hopefully this month", she says, "If that's ok with you"

"Are you kidding? The love of my life wants to marry me asap, of course I'm more than ok with that"

"Yay", she cheers adorably, "I can't wait to be a Choi"

Did she say..

"You....you want to take my last name?", I ask softly

She smiles at me, stroking my cheek softly, "Of course Sannie. I want my last name to be the same as yours. Unless you don't-"

"No I do", I say quickly, "I do want that baby, I just want to make sure it's what you want"

"It is. I want to be Choi, Joanne, the wife of Choi San. I want that more than anything baby"

My heart swells with love, happiness and gratitude that I have the best girl on this planet

She is extraordinary and precious and I will do everything in my power to take care of her, protect her and make a better life for her

I swear

"I want that more than anything too naekkeo", I tell her

"Well it's good that we're going to get what we want baby", she answers

"Yeah, it's good"

She leans closer, kissing me softly, her kiss feeling like heaven

"I love you Sannie"

"I love you Jo"

Cuddling into each other, I hold my naekkeo, happy and hopeful for our future

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐕. 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 '𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

summary: sometimes it's hard to deal with how fast the night changes... and how memories are used and coming back again and again.

wordcount: 5.096k (i got carried away, but it felt right to write this much uwu)

tw: swearing, angst (bad memories), crying, anxiety (attack?), badly written anxiety rambling, blood, otherwise than that it's fluff and comfort

author's note: nothing, just enjoy it girlies <3

part 1 part 2 part 3 playlist!!

on the way to the bookstore, the trio was silent. woo-jin sat beside gun-woo, y/n sat opposite them. whenever the girl looked at one of them, they looked away. fiddling with her fingers, she also looked out the bus’ window. were they really bad for intervening when yang jae-myeong and his gang beat that man? yeah, because they fucked up the plan. but at the same time… y/n didn’t feel actual guilt. everytime she got into danger when she was little, her father didn’t beat her and said that if she ever gets into trouble like that, he’ll beat her. he always said that it’s alright if someone’s alive. that’s what's important. they can think about the other problems later. 

tonight, they saved a man’s life. sure, the plan was blown, but they can always make new ones. 

otherwise, should they let the homeless man die? maybe hyeon-ju is good at stalking and good with the stuff she did until now, but she never got into this situation. 

getting off of the bus, they only looked at each other. before they could go down to the bookstore, y/n stopped them, taking off the mask. 

“listen, guys… maybe it wasn’t a good idea to do this. and since the two of you are in need of money, and i’m the new one, if hyeon-ju wants to kick you two out, i’m gonna say that this was my idea.”

“you can’t do this. this is your purpose just the same as ours!” woo-jin protested. y/n shrugged her shoulders. 

“i will find another way. it was too good to be true anyways. your jobs are more important.” 

“we’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” gun-woo replied, as they get in. 

before they stepped in on the door, y/n muttered. 

“let things be as they should be.” 

hyeon-ju was fuming, as she thought. she tried not to become pissed too fast, but she didn’t know what the other girl’s first words would be. as she sat on the couch, she didn’t even let them get into place. 

“don’t sit. this will be quick.” she said as woo-jin tried to pull out the chair. y/n gulped. “did you fight him?” 

“it was unavoidable.” woo-jin replied. 

“we can’t work together. what? isn’t it obvious?” she continued, when the three looked at each other. 

“we gave you a sincere apology.” 

“i don’t need an apology!” hyeon-ju snapped. 

“but that man needed an ambulance.” said y/n, leaning on one of the shelves. hyeon-ju looked at her, then at the boys again. she stood up. 

“yang jae-myeong saw your faces, didn’t he? my plan was to tail him and gather evidence quietly. now, that he knows someone is following his tail, he’ll lie low. therefore, my plan is ruined!” 

“we wore caps and masks, he couldn't have seen our faces.” 

“right, since you covered your face, there’s no way he’d recognize you.” hyeon-ju’s tone was sneaking higher and higher with malice. “since this shitty hair was covered, he wouldn't recognize you!” hyeon-ju touched woo-jin’s hair. okay, his hair was a little unruly, but it fitted him well. “and y/n’s unusual hair! fuck, i’d recognize you from a mile away!” 

y/n scratched her eyebrows, trying to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead. 

“what are you doing? get out.” 

hearing these words, she pushed herself away from the wood. “listen, hyeon-ju, it was my idea. you can kick me out, but not them.” 

“oh, so you’re protecting them now? or what the fuck?” 

“i’m saying… that when the gang was beating that guy, it was my idea that we should protect him. i was the one who said that we would go there, and i was the one who kicked out the knife from yang jae-myeong’s hand.” she pursued, as she walked in front of the girl. her expressions held no anger, no hatred. it just held simplicity. 

“and what should i do with this information?” hyeon-ju growled. 

“seriously, i don’t know. do what you want, i don’t want to tell you, because you probably wouldn’t listen to me. but you also can’t forget that this was our first mission. at every mission, mistakes are almost common. we can always make other plans. not to mention that gun-woo, woo-jin and i never did shit like this, and you weren’t there, so you can’t judge the situation just because you think we are losers.” 

there was silence for a couple of seconds. y/n tried to hope that she would think about what she said, but the response was simply cruel. 

“the loss of your father, or your hope for revenge did this with you to say this?” 

the air in her throat stopped. her pupils dilated, and felt like those words got her heart into a fist. licking her lips, she didn’t know what to say. this was her biggest secret, and this girl just bragged about it like it was some simple topic like the weather. she didn’t want to look at woo-jin, especially not gun-woo, and felt like the ceiling of the bookstore’s gonna fall on her. she tried not to breath heavily, tried not to get tears into her eyes. and she didn’t want anyone to know about this. hell, nobody even knows this except for sir choi and his father’s friends. breathing in, trying to calm herself, she didn’t want to be here anymore. she didn’t want to be in a place where the biggest loss of her life was turned against her. smiling sadly and in the way disgraced people did it, she bit her lip, then let it go. 

“you know what, hyeon-ju? you have no right to dig into my past, under any circumstances. i tried to be kind and helpful to you, but i’m not gonna mince words, so it’s good for you if you know that after this, you deserve everything if your plan doesn’t work out.” 

when she was done, she threw onto the couch the hat that was given to her. storming out, gun-woo tried to stop her, but she softly pulled his hand away. 

y/n walked out hurriedly, wiping the tears away, not giving them the chance to run out. how could she do this? how could she use this against her? her memories were coming back to her. blood. fear. slicing sounds through meat. through organs. through the heart. through the mattress she lied under, the edge of the sword stopped right above her chest. gathering wetness of the blood, dark red pools crossing each other, becoming one big puddle. some of the blood dropping on her nose, her face, her eyelids. 

“no… no, no, no, no…” she whispered, holding her face in the hope that there won’t be more and more new ones. she had no right to do this. she had no right. she was cruel, she was evil, she wanted to get under her skin and she let her! but how could she not? 

[ 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ]

after telling hyeon-ju what he wanted to say, he and woo-jin stepped out of the door. he worried about his job, the hundred million won loan that he took, and how he’s gonna pay it back, his mother, and the whole smile capital thing. he was tired and hungry, and y/n was there too beside his concerns. her words echoed in his head. 

“i’ll find some other place. don’t worry too much.” woo-jin’s words were loud in the silent hallway. 

“i’m sorry… i couldn’t hold back.” he said as woo-jin hugged him with one arm. 

“you held back better than i did. and how y/n did. nevertheless, maybe i'd have lashed out too if hyeon-ju pointed out the vulnerable parts of my life.” 

“i don’t know why she had to do this. y/n even assumed that she was the one who ruined the plan. she lied for us…”

“i don’t know man, i don’t understand girls. but y/n were harsh too. even if you can save our job, hyeon-ju is sure as hell won’t call y/n back.” 

“you think?” gun-woo asked. woo-jin tiredly sighed. 

“i guess so. are you hungry? let’s go to this hangover soup place i know. oh, wait a second” he took of his arm from gun-woo’s shoulder. “, it’s probably closed because of covid. it’s past ten.” 

gun-woo’s stomach churned. it hurt damn much. it was afternoon when they ate, but so much has happened since then. 

“that just made me more hungry.” he said, bending a little bit to ease the ache in his tummy. 

“i forgot.” 

“my stomach hurts,” he told woo-jin. 

“hey, it’s not my fault they’re closed because of covid.”

“but it’s your fault for bringing it up.” 

“you couldn’t hold yourself back with hyeon-ju just now!”

“you said that i did a good job.” gun-woo disagreed. 

“i said that because you were moping like a loser!” 

“i wasn't moping like a loser!” 

woo-jin’s expression began to crease. 

“i wasn’t moping like a loser”, he babbled. clearly wanted to imitate gun-woo. 

“what are you doing now?” 

i’m imitating you, loser.” woo-jin replied as he continued to babble. “man, i’m hungry. my stomach hurts.” it hurt gun-woo more than hunger. 

“wow… you’re so ugly.” 

“how could you joke like that?” 

“what? i wasn’t joking. i’m being serious.” 

before woo-jin could argue longer, they heard soft sniffles. 

“did you hear that too?” gun-woo asked. woo-jin nodded, as they tried to look into the direction of the noise. it was dark, and they saw nobody. “what if it’s y/n?” 

“let’s get a look.” woo-jin muttered, as they began to follow the sound. it was truly y/n, sitting on a bench, her shoulders shaking, hugging herself. every cry was louder than the other. gun-woo looked at woo-jin, and without a word, they understood each other. stepping slowly closer to her, when gun-woo was at the other end of the bench, he softly asked. 

“is everything okay, y/n?” 

“idiot, she just cries out her soul!” woo-jin scolded him, and y/n slowly shook her head. she seemed so vulnerable. nothing like he know before this. she wasn’t the girl who stood proudly, she wasn’t the cool bartender, she wasn’t the girl who wanted to punch woo-jin the first time they met. she was little and hurt. it was hard to miss that her whole body was quivering, her hands before her face. sitting beside her, he tried to touch her, but didn’t know where to do it. hands? she would be too scared. back? it’s pressed to the back of the bench. it was easier to hug her body. gun-woo gulped, and at a slow pace, he reached his arm around her, pulling her into his embrace. without a word, y/n leaned into his chest, laying her hands on his chest beside her face, trying to wipe her tears. she was warm, and her hair softly brushed to gun-woo’s chin. her soft, but fast breaths fanned against his jacket. 

“i’m… i’m so sorry, i’m sorry… i fucked up, i’m the cause of your failure… i, i didn’t want that, i’m so sorry, i didn’t want to mess up…” she hyperventilated, sometimes pressing her lips together to suppress the whines that escaped her mouth. 

“it’s okay, y/n. it’s okay. don’t worry.” 

“no, it’s not… it’s not okay… i’m sorry i got angry, i’m sorry for what i said and what i did… i…” y/n’s voice got hoarse, she was repeating the same sentences again. “...i just got scared that she knows about it, i was scared that she’s gonna use it against me… i just felt so horrible, i’m so sorry…” 

gun-woo peered at woo-jin. what to do now? 

“you don’t have to be sorry about anything. you said those things because… you felt like you had to say them. i don’t know what happened to you, but me and woo-jin gonna help you. right, woo-jin?” 

“yes, absolutely.” woo-jin seemed to be a little bit… scared? for a couple of minutes, they sat in silence. y/n’s fast breaths began to slow down, and her body wasn’t trembling that hard now.

“i’m sorry for everything i said… you just wanted to help.”

“y/n, don’t worry about this. really. we’re gonna figure out something. i am sure about it, and i know that you are too.”

the girl slowly breathed in, looking up at him. some tears were dried on her face, the mascara was running low to her lips; even down to her neck. her lips were chapped from the bites, some locks of her hair were sticking to her face. wiping her eyes to see clear, she nodded. 

“thank you, gun-woo. i’m sorry but i have to go now… work doesn’t make an exception for girls who chase criminals at night.” 

when she stood up, gun-woo knew that he didn’t want her to go home alone. sure she was a good fighter, but in this state, even a hit on the head could knock her out. not to say that they were far away from yeongsan. 

“can we escort you home? it’s dangerous to go alone, and you sure are hungry.” 

y/n nodded, and when she held gun-woo’s hand to pull him up, the boy’s stomach grumbled. 

“are you two hungry? we can go to mine, i have some instant noodles.” 

“no, we don’t… we wanted to eat somewhere anyway.”

looking at her phone, y/n huffed. 

“everything’s closed, gun-woo. it’s past ten.” 

“that’s what i was telling him too!” woo-jin said, y/n let out a little giggle. 

“let’s go to mine. come on, i’m hungry, you’re hungry, we’re all hungry.” 

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

arriving to y/n’s rent, it was peaceful. she lived on the eighth floor, the highest level of the row house. it had a little terrace, only to place some plants on the floor and to smoke a cigarette while standing. the living room was smaller than in gun-woo’s apartment, there was only two doors, one for the restroom, one for the bedroom. the walls were filled with photos and plants, and some weird clocks. 

“your house is very cool, y/n!” woo-jin said as y/n locked the door. 

“thanks. it was a pain in the ass to convince my landlord to have some plants here. sit down, watch some tv while i make the food, okay? make yourself comfortable!” she replied as she took off her shoes, going to the kitchen. picking out leftover kimchi from the fridge, she searched for the ramen in the lower drawer on the left. 

“can i help?” gun-woo asked from aside, while y/n picked out four packs of noodles. 

“only if you want. do you prefer not spicy, medium spicy or very spicy?” she asked, as she showed them the flavors. 

“it doesn’t matter. but i like medium spicy most.” he said, making y/n smile. 

“then medium spicy it is. can you give me the wooden spoon? it’s on the right side, above the bigger drawers.” 

“sure,” gun-woo said as he placed it on the counter. 

“do you want anything? go back and watch tv! it will be ready in minutes.” y/n said to him. gun-woo leaned to the counter. 

“i just want to help you. it’s you, inviting us dinner after all.”

“it’s nothing. i don’t have guests that often. it’s good to have someone here, to fill up the rooms with life. salt, please, above you.” 

“i don’t have many friends either. i mean, i don’t know how many friends you have… but i’m not a wordsmith.”

“you don’t have to talk much to have friends. friendships aren’t about talking. it’s about trust and the peaceful understanding of each other. it doesn’t have to be loud. my love for my parents wasn't loud either.” the girl replied as she began to stir the noodles. 

just as holding her hand, gun-woo found comfort in her words. only if she knew that he thinks the same way. maybe that’s why he wasn’t good with his ex-girlfriend. she always wanted loud confessions and high volume dates and occasions, and he couldn’t give it to her. for a long time, he thought that he was wrong for not stepping out from his shell. he already felt these things that y/n said, but never could form it into words so good like her. 

“you are too good with words.” he said, getting y/n knitted eyebrows. 

“me? how so?” 

“you don’t talk too much, but you always say something that has a meaning. of course i like woo-jin, he talks a lot and makes good jokes. i feel like he can speak on my behalf too, and this makes things easier.” 

“did you get to know him in the marine?” 

“no, after a championship. he lost against me, and i invited him to eat. then it turned out that we both served in the marine. it was before my mother assumed the loan.”

“i get it.” y/n said, then tilting her head, she leaned to the counter. “you don’t have to answer this question, but what is that band-aid on your face?” 

“oh, this?” gun-woo asked, and maybe, he blushed a little bit. “it’s… an injury that the boss of the smile capital gave me.” he began to uncover the scar. y/n’s lips tightened. 

“oh my sweet jesus… how did he do this?” she muttered as she looked at it.  

“at one night, i was talking to my mother on the phone. i wanted to help her close the coffee shop she owns, but when she called me, her voice was frightened and scared. she asked me where i am, and that some strange men were standing outside. when she tried to say something, the glass of the coffee shop was broken with a brick, and she began to scream. she was so scared… i’ve never seen her so scared. i ran to her, and fought the guys who destroyed the place. then… that man came, and another… he was stronger than anybody else i ever knew. he was like a mountain, stronger, taller. he beat me up real bad. and then, the president of smile capital crouched over me, and… well, he did this to my face. he has one, too.”

“one what?” 

“a scar like this.” 

“oh, yeah, i get it… it’s horrible. it’s so fucked up they beat up little men to get stronger. they should make a pass with the same weighted groups as them.” y/n whispered. “does it hurt?” she looked from closer, reaching out her fingers to imagine how it could feel under her touch. gun-woo gulped and shook his head. 

“no. only a little, when i touch it.” y/n pulled back her hand. the boiled water behind them almost ran out from the pot, making y/n jump back, turning around. “oh, shit, the noodles! okay, they’re not so spongy… woo-jin, come! dinner is ready!” 

after setting the table, during dinner, the trio barely talked to each other, mostly complimenting the food y/n made. she told them again and again that it’s just instant food, but the guys ate like they haven't been eating for three days. boys, y/n thought as she saw gun-woo pushing another big bite into his mouth. his cheeks puffed out as he chewed the noodle. y/n smiled, and got back to eating. after finishing the food, they helped to clean the table and packed the dirty bowls into the washing machine. 

gun-woo stepped to the door to put on his shoes. he looked on the clock, it was almost midnight. oh no… the buses weren’t working anymore today, the earliest time is three a.m. how could he ask y/n to sleep here? and woo-jin? they only agreed about dinner, not sleeping here! 

“oh, shit! look at the time!” thanks, woo-jin, he thought as he stepped beside him. “i live over the bridge, it’s at least an hour to get home…”

“woo-jin, we can’t take advantage of y/n’s hospitality. you’ll survive the little walk.” 

“but i’m soooo tired…” he yawned, and this time, he was right. gun-woo also had to suppress a yawn several times as he ate. 

“yeah, me too… but it’s not that we agreed on.” he whispered, as he continued to pick up his other shoe. when he wanted to open the door, y/n appeared beside the hallway wall. 

“what are you doing?” she asked, and she yawned too. 

“going home…?” gun-woo said, looking and woo-jin. y/n shook her head. 

“but the buses aren’t working today anymore… shit, it’s almost midnight?” she almost repeated woo-jin’s words. 

“yeah… but we’re gonna walk a little bit.” 

“if you walk home, you’re not gonna get home even at two in the morning.” y/n told them, scratching her neck. “i don’t want to tell you what to do, but… if you're just the same as me, then sleep here. i won’t mind.” 

woo-jin looked at gun-woo, smiling a little bit. 

“okay, then… we’re sleeping here, if you really, really don’t mind.” 

y/n shook her head. 

“i’ll get you two towels. i’m showering first!” 

getting out from his shoes again, gun-woo looked at woo-jin. 

“the couch is mine.” the other stated, making gun-woo protest immediately. 

“no, no! we’re both sleeping on the couch!” woo-jin sighed, and made gun-woo sit down on the couch. he looked like he’s gonna give a speech to him, like a proud father. 

“listen, gun-woo… i think you haven’t been in situations like these. when you get to know a girl, you gon dates with her, doing cute things, speaking about things she likes, or you just listen to her. because girls like to brag about anything! they love to hear their own voice.” 

“but y/n doesn’t brag. and she’s not into me, and… i don’t want to take advantage of her. she does it because she has a good heart. she could easily kick us out to the streets.” 

“no, no, no! you don’t get what i talk about! y/n wants us… wants you to stay because she likes you!” 

“okay, but that doesn’t mean that we gotta do anything. she’s also vulnerable, don’t you remember how she cried? i don’t want to disturb her feelings with this.”

“i didn’t say that you have to have sex with her! i just said, that… maybe if you said some reassuring words to her… and give her comfort… she’d feel that you are the one for him.” 

“i did this too earlier, without any secret motive.” gun-woo replied. he was confused, does anyone have to do this in the favor of getting something? gross. woo-jin rolled his eyes. 

“damn, you are too good with people. just don’t be a nice guy, but you have an awesome face, so it won’t be a problem. then just do the same things you did before, and everything will be fine. not to mention that it was so sloppy when you held hands, like in some movie!” 

“i don’t know why i did it! but i surely wouldn't hold your hand, if you sleep calmer with this information.” gun-woo replied. 

“okay, i’m relieved. but still, if things are going the right way… y/n sure has protection. and don’t do it too loud!” woo-jin laughed as he slapped gun-woo’s shoulder. 

“did i tell you that you are sloppy and cheeky sometimes? or do you already know it?” he asked with a bored face. 

“it hurt a little bit. but you were savage now! i liked it. keep it up! fighting!” 

yeah, fighting. fighting for not getting a heart attack from sleeping near to y/n. 

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

after showering, gun-woo wore the same clothes he wore today. he waited for y/n to turn up, and she did, with a headband on his hair. she jumped a little bit when she noticed him. 

“oh, gun-woo, you almost scared me! what’s up?” she asked as she hung her towel, picking out a tube from the top of her drawer. sitting to the mirror, she began to cream her face. 

“woo-jin… said that he doesn’t like to sleep with somebody else beside him. so… if you could give me some blankets, then i’d sleep on the floor in the living room.” 

y/n looked at him, half of her was white. gun-woo imagined that what if that’s what he could see every night… if they lived together. he slapped himself in his mind, don’t do this now! she’s just a good friend. and she’s still vulnerable. 

“are you crazy?” 

“no… i’m not. why?” 

“sleeping on the floor will give you sore muscles. uhm, i don’t know… maybe we could sleep together in my bed?” she offered. gun-woo hoped that his face wasn’t as red as a tomato. 

“no, i… i just sleep on the floor… don’t worry, you are already so kind for letting us sleep here.” 

“gun-woo, i don’t want to press you into anything, but after this day, i think we all deserve to sleep somewhere comfy. and look, my bed is big enough!” she said as she pointed to the bed. gun-woo looked around the room; there were pictures on the wall as in the hallway and the living room, and some personal stuff like her brush, some make-up stuff or a couple of little mirrors stood on the drawer. her bed was really big, it almost covered the rear side of the room, with a window on the side. it was lovely. 

“okay, if that’s really alright with you… but wake me up anytime at night if you don’t want me to sleep here.” 

y/n smiled and nodded. 

“okay.” 

getting into bed, gun-woo offered to sleep on the inner side, just in case if y/n wanted to get some water or anything else. as they laid down, y/n’s face was in front of him. his heart was hammering in his chest. he didn’t even remember when he was this close to somebody, and y/n was beautiful. simply beautiful, without makeup too. her face was calm, and she was softly breathing. in the dark, he only could make out the lines of her expressions. 

“y/n?” 

“yeah?” 

“i’m sorry for what hyeon-ju said today. and i hope that you are okay now.” 

“don’t worry, i’m fine. sometimes memories come back, but i’m kinda used to it. it was good when you hugged me. it calmed me down much earlier. thank you.” 

“you don’t need to thank me.” 

“but i have to. i’m glad that i’ve met you and woo-jin. it’s the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.” 

“seriously? you seemed so cool when we first saw you. like you didn’t need anybody to live your life.” 

“just because i don’t express emotions… well, i think i needed some new things. but that’s my problem, sometimes i don’t even know what i feel. it’s easier to feel nothing than to be overwhelmed by ignorance. but wait, what did you think about me when we first met?” 

“why do you ask that?” 

“i don’t know. it’s interesting to me what people think about me first.” 

“okay… well, you seemed to be the coolest girl i’ve ever known. you seemed powerful, and though. somebody who i wanted to know but if i didn’t have the motivation or the cause, i’ve never dared to accost. and you seemed mysterious. i don’t know why, but when you talked about the things you live through everyday, i knew that you know more than me or woo-jin, or anybody else in our generation about life. you see people wither, you see their pain… and you continue to work there. i know you surely could get another job if you wanted, but… i think you need this pain.” 

“for what?”

“to suppress another one. i’m sorry, i didn’t want to bring it up again. it’s just a guess.” 

“that’s fine, i won’t cry anymore tonight. it was just weird for me, to hear these things from a mere stranger.” 

“i know. it would be hard for anyone. and… what was i like when you first saw me?” 

“oh, so you’re curious now… i like this. well, well… where to begin… i thought you were loyal and brave. braver than anyone. and the way you talked or bent in front of me showed me that you had respect for everyone. and a good heart. the way you talked, it was calm, but on the other side, you seemed digressive and someone who was riddled with desire to act. to do something, to solve problems. you have a kind of fire in your heart, and that fire burns through everything. that makes you unstoppable. and i see these attributes in you now too.” 

gun-woo smiled with full lips, he hoped that y/n smiled too. the compliments shoot to his heart, overflowing it with something that was beyond happiness or wholeness. he heard how she delicately yawned, her soft breath fanning his neck. was she that close to him? he didn’t mind it anyway. he felt happy, happier than ever in the last few weeks and days. and thinking about the whole father-thing, maybe it was bizarre, however, they each lost their father… but they gained a new person in their lives. someone who could fill the gaping holes in their hearts. 

“i am very tired now, gun-woo. good night. and thanks for everything. i hope you sleep well.” 

“good night to you too, y/n.”

when he closed his eyes, he felt a little movement, and then heard a creak. what– something warm on his cheek. something warm and soft, feeling like… lips? 

did y/n just kiss his cheek? 

[ 𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ]

maybe it was rash and random, and maybe that’s why she turned away from him. this day was so weird, and a lot of things happened… but having gun-woo here felt like she was at a safe place again. 

like she was at home again. in her mother’s embrace, under the blankets, with the heating bottle, in utter peace. 

she didn’t know why she did this. and she didn’t want to know what could be gun-woo’s reaction. she just wanted to sleep. 

and maybe it was too rushed, she only knew him for two days, and gun-woo was too good for her… but maybe she fell a little in love with him. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.

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BG3 Companions Ranked

This post is for Haley Whipjack on youtube and tiktok and her only so everyone else can leave. But they have three fun videos where she ranks the companions by increasingly silly Metrics. I propose the following

Most likely to turn a non contact sport a contact sport

Minthara. She will elbow, knee, anything to get an advantage and win. There are NO lines that she won’t cross

Astarion. He also has no moral limits but the amount of effort that he puts in heavily depends on his mood. Some days he’s throwing hands, most the time he’s barely paying attention

Karlach. There is no malice in her brain, at all, but she gets really excited when she plays the game and sometimes accidents happen, and by sometimes i mean a lot

Minsc. The same as karlach, but he’s a bit lower cause boo will try to reign him in a bit

Lae’zel. This is actually a flawed premise for lae’zel as she only enjoys contact sports - but if she’s playing an actual game of basketball with rules and stuff, she’ll obey them. If it’s her and karlach playing in the local park, they’re both throwing hands while playing basketball

Shadowheart. She doesnt do it the whole game, but whenever she thinks she can get away with it, she’ll do it. She has moral compunctions about it and feels bad later but in the moment she’s like “oh this is so smart”

Halsin. The caveat is that it’s never violent or painful, because he plays with a lot of children. He, thaniel and oliver play with him in bear form so he just like, knocks them over a little, puts his paw on them, etc

Gale. He wouldn’t, because he doesnt like the concept of cheating like that… but if he was losing? If he started getting really pissy about it? He’s making that sport contact

Jaheira. She just wouldnt do it, but also probably isnt even playing the sport or bothering to pay attention

Wyll. He would NEVER! I don’t need to say much more

Most likely to owe money to someone:

Minthara. She’s committing fraud and tax evasion to fund her various schemes, but it’s all underhanded and subversive that’s it just an open secret. She has BILLIONS in some bank accounts in Thay and no one is ever touching it

Gale. He has so, so, so much student loan debt. Even more from his phase when he was an addict. He can hear the whispers of the private sector but he’s still try to stay pure in accademia

Astarion. He committed Check Fraud. And owes Cazador a lot in back pay for his ‘rent’ and ‘food,’ but if you kill the old bastard Astarion get the estate so its all fine

Karlach. Straight up buys things without knowing how much money she has because she want the thing - but only for like, impulse purchases, and that kinda spontaneity has put her in debt. Plus she has a BUNCH of subscriptions she forgot to quit out

Halsin. He straight up does not know that, but he had an overdue ticket that he owed but he doesnt have a mailing address so no one can tell him

Minsc. Honestly? He doesn’t handle money. If he did, he’d hand it to Boo. If he can’t do that, he will lose it and get in trouble. Jaheria does it

Shadowheart. Not likely to have much debt, pretty sensible, but might get like, a ticket a lot. Red lights have little interest for her

Jaheria. So she has debt, and probably will for a while, but she’s also had it for a while and none of it is especially crushing. She paid off her house decades ago, so most of her money is spent on her children. Now especially that they’re young adults she has more debt on top of living costs - and Minsc too

Wyll. He’s good. He came from money and he gets it. He had a wild amount of debt from Mizaora but by the end of the game he’s good. He’s good

Lae’zel. That’s breaking a rule (because if people are mad its your fault), and Lae’zel would NEVER do that. Plus her life style is INCREDIBLY spartan. m

Most likely to have pets (and what kind):

Halsin. He doesn’t call them pets, but that’s really what the ones in the emerald grove are. For all intents and purposes, they’re domesticated - he just talks to them so he doesnt call them pets

Minsc. He has a hampster in game

Gale, he has a cat (if you origin play as him, otherwise she’s off screen :/ )

Shadowheart. In the farm ending? In her idyllic country side life? She has pet after god damn pet. She loves them all, she has Scratch, a Barn Cat, a House Cat (who doesnt like to go outside), Sheep, Chickens, Cows, you name it? She’s got it

Minthara canonically has a history of pets - we know of mimics, displacer beasts, and giant spiders. She has pets, but they’re VIOLENT things and she does feed them people

Lae’zel. If you count a dragon as a pet, but that feels demeaning. Otherwise (besides being Shadowheart’s wife) and an otherwise practical animal, she’s alright.

Astarion. He likes pets and would love to live in the house with one… he just doesnt want to be its primary care giver. Nothing on animals, he just wont put in the effort. He’s above Wyll because i think he would get incredibly and unhealthily attached to whatever animal he ends up with.

Wyll. He might get a dog, probably not if he’s in hell. It’s something he’s thought about in his head for his possible future but nothing concrete. If he did, he’d take really good care of it, but he wouldnt go out of his way to get one

Karlach. She wants a pet, sooo badly, but can’t have one. Well, maybe she can get a Hellhound or something, but she’s going to be in combat scenario 24/7 so thats… probably temporary

Jaheira. She has enough going on in her life to deal with having a pet. She might coexist in a space with an animal, but she did not want it and is taking 0 steps in that things development or care. She’s busy

Who graduated College and for what major:

Gale. Multiple PhDs at a VERY young age, im thinking like, chemistry and physics? Then he doubled down on some more

Astarion. He’s a lawyer, so he went through college and then law school, as well as passing the bar. Probably has an expired license though and will not be updating it before trying to practice law. His major was pre-law, cause he knew what he wanted as his job but didnt know what he was passionate it

Minthara. She had a VERY good private tutor growing up for multiple subjects, went to a very prestigious university that her uncle was a member of the faculty, buildings named after her family, the whole nine yards. She stopped formal education after her four years but has taken up a number of other subjects to study. PoliSci or Psychology major

Lae’zel. She went to the Military Academy for the Gith, graduated like two months ago and then gets tadpoled. Definitely an anatomy major to know the most fragile parts of the body

Jaheira. She grew up in a comune of hippies and was home schooled by them, but since becoming more active, she’s taken a few courses at the community college to get a civics degree.

Shadowheart. She went to catholic school her entire life, was going to go to a catholic college, but then she changed her hair and moved to the west coast. Since then she’s just been hanging out as a bisexual

Wyll. You’d think he’s be higher, but he became a monster hunter at 17, so he didnt even finish High School, then he either lands a cushy government job and will be too busy, or a monster hunter still and also too busy

Karlach. Dropped out of high school and joined up with Gortash at 16

Minsc. Has never attended a school, he’s just fine. He doesnt know how the world works and frankly? He’s not interested. The least information curious man on the planet

Halsin. He is confused by the concept. You know the type of environment Jaheira grew up in? That. It’s him. He creates that mind of environment for children.

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Chapter Rating: E (18+) Minors DNI, mention of alcohol consumption and substance abuse, fluff, angst, sexual tension.

Word Count: 5,634

Pairing: Frankie x f!reader

Chapter summary: A glimpse into Francisco's past, You meet the guys, and Santiago (that meddling little shit) gets his way you'll see ;). This time we'll see soft and sexy Frankie, that's all I'll say for now.

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Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

Chapter 4: Whiskey Sours & Sweet Confessions

“Are you shitting me!?” Ashley's eyes glazed over with pain and rage, “Are you fucking shitting me, Francisco!?” She slammed the mini zip lock bag on the dining table, her rage hung heavily in the air between them. 

Frankie’s silence was deafening as he stared at the bag in defeat unable to tear away his gaze from the evidence Ashley had discovered. His mouth went dry, his voice caught somewhere between self-loathing and guilt of the choices that led him to that very moment.

“OH!.. So you have nothing to say?!” Again, there were no words in response to her confrontation, “God, you are so.. so-” She stammered, her voice quivering with indignation.

“Just say it.” Frankie surrendered, one hand covering his eyes, seeking brief solace from the heat of her anger. 

“-Pathetic! I don’t know why I am even surprised anymore! This is so like you!”

The words stung as they reached Frankie who was sitting at the small dining table. Ashley’s yelling had prompted a sharp cry from Camilla who was only 8 months old. The guilt of losing Tom, the money, and the casualties of that mission haunted Francisco. He hated who he became but couldn’t fight the shadow that loomed over him. Ben had his boxing gig, Will went into overdrive at the VA, Santiago up and left for months at a time, and Frankie, well, he’d come back and dove head first into his only escape; the only thing that kept his body from feeling heavy.

“Ash, I’m s-” He could barely get a word out.

Ashley raised her finger to his face, the anger burned brighter in her eyes, her words laced with pain. "You promised!! Frankie!! You promised that things would be different. That we’d have a better life! But instead, you left me alone, responsible for everything, to care after your fucking kid..”

“Look, you can insult me all you want. I know I’m a piece of shit and I deserve it, okay!?” Frankie’s hands raised in defeat, “I deserve it, but don’t talk about Camila like that ..she’s your daughter too!”

“Well!” A slow clap accompanied her judgemental scoff, “look who finally decide to act like a father that actually gives a damn!”

"I... I never meant for it to come to this, Ash," he finally managed to say, his voice trembling. "I know I've fucked up- repeatedly. But please, believe me when I say that I never stopped caring about you or Camila."

Ashley turned away, her tears flowing freely now. "You have a shit way of showing you care, Frank. Time and time again you prove me right, I can't trust you. I can't keep playing this game."

She ran her fingers through her hair as she stared out the kitchen window “This isn’t what I wanted, Frank. I didn’t want this life, You left me alone in this, meanwhile you’re out there spendng the little money we have just to feel whatever the fuck it is you need” she paused, no longer being able to hold back tears, before she let out what she had wanted to say for the past few months, “I’m done... I’m done with you! We both know none of this is gonna change.”

“Ash, I’m sorry..I’ll get help this time, I promise.”He reached out a hand, desperate to bridge the evergrowing chasm between them.

“Don’t. touch. me.” she pinched the bridge of her nose, and drew a sharp breath “Get the fuck out”

Frankie’s eyes went wide, his words failing him once more.

“GET OUT!!” Ashley managed through her anger, tears now streaming down her face as she threw out a bag of his things and slammed the door. 

Frankie dusted off the steel green amo box he had stored on his top closet shelf. His hands hesitated to reach the latch. It wasn’t often that the box saw the light of day. In it, Frankie held pictures he didn’t want around the house but that he knew someday Camila would ask for. Pictures of him and Ashley from the night they met, of Ashley’s pregnancy which Frankie begged to take- Ashley who always begrudgingly complied. 

He looked through the old mementos and photos as his hands began to shake. One of Ashley and Cami at the hospital, Camilla’s newborn hat, and the tiny plastic medical ID bracelet among other things. He hesitated knowing what lay at the very bottom of the box. A dainty silver ring that he had bought a few weeks after he found out Ashley was pregnant but could never bring himself to give to her. It seemed like the obvious next step after having a baby.

Frankie always wanted to be a father. When he found out about Ashley’s pregnancy he was terrified but excited nonetheless. Reality hit him hard when the hospital bills came in, one after another. Money was tight and tensions were high between them before he lost his license and only became worse afterwards. Pope’s offer for the Lorea mission was insane but it offered him a chance to provide for his struggling family. A way to prove that all that time in the army and special ops wasn’t wasted. It was a weapon to fight back the voice inside his head that deemed him useless.

It had been a couple of days since Ashley had reached out. Should he respond? Did he even want to? The memories of seeing Camila for the first time, wrapped in a hospital blanket, so tiny and fragile, flooded his mind. The promise he made to himself to protect his little girl at all costs lingered. Now, he faced the difficult question: should he allow the woman who had abandoned him, who had heartlessly left Cami, back into their lives? Would he be selfish as a father if he refused to let Cami see her mom? Ashley had the potential to trigger him, but perhaps she had changed... or had she? His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door, breaking the cycle of contemplation that had consumed him since he opened the box.

“Texted the boys, they’ll meet us at the bar in an hour” Pope pried the door open a bit more when he saw the pictures scattered on Frankie's bed, giving Frankie a knowing glance while he leaned on the door frame, “You good?”

Frankie paused, that period of his life brought on a plague of complicated emotions, “Yeah...I uh- I’m fine”

“What are you going to do?” Santiago glanced over to the phone beside the box on Frankie’s bed.

Frankie dragged his hands over his patchy beard, “I.. don’t want to think about that right now”

“Good. Drinks on me, we’re celebrating tonight!” 

“We got our pilot back boys!” Ben cheered from the corner of the bar. The “unhappy hour” neon sign provided a dim blue light over the booth where they sat.

“It’s been a long winding road, man. We’re proud of you, Fish!” Will clapped Frankie on the shoulder and handed him a glass

“Never met anyone more deserving..You belong in the sky” Ben added with a genuine smile, glad to see his brother happy again.

Frankie chuckled, “I still can’t fucking believe it. I get to have my wings back!” He sighed with deep relief “In all seriousness, I can’t thank y’all enough. You all had my back when I lost sight of everything that mattered”

“Hey, that’s in the past. You’re our brother, we’d do it all over again- no questions asked” Santiago replied.

Ben nodded in agreement and took a sip of his beer, “So, how does it feel to be back up there?”  

“It's like nothing else, the freedom, the rush, the sense of control... It's fucking indescribable” He grinned, “I’ll take ya next time” I don’t mind the extra flight hours.

“Sign me up, but please, Fish, no more near-death experiences, alright? I had enough of that last time.” 

The men all burst into laughter and clink their glasses together, “to Catfish!”

Michele practically dragged you out of your apartment. She had agreed to meet a few of her coworkers at a divey bar in town and insisted that you meet them. The night was slightly cooler than most Florida nights but not drastically colder- it is Florida after all, prompting you to wear a thin green cardigan paired with a black mini skirt that highlighted your curves, sheer black tights, and your comfy black combat boots.

She gently clasped your hand, leading you through the bustling crowd, the melody of The Smiths' "This Charming Man" filling the air around you. Your heart nearly skipped a beat as your eyes locked onto Frankie, a beer in hand, making his way towards the illuminated jukebox.

The sight of him left you momentarily breathless. "Everything alright?" Michele's concerned voice breaking through to you.

You blinked, forcing yourself to focus on the present moment. "Yeah, umm... Frankie's here," you managed to reply, your voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Michele's eyes widened in surprise. "He's here?" she echoed, her gaze darting around the bar.

"Over at the jukebox," you informed her with a subtle nod in Frankie's direction.

Her eyebrows raised in approval “Damn, he is fine, but you better go over there before blondie wins him over.”

“Wait, what?” Heat surged in your chest, a stark reminder of the truth you could no longer hide. The thought of someone else with him sent a pang of jealousy coursing through you. Oh no, is that the barista from the coffee shop?

Your eyes were locked in, unable tear away from the scene unfolding before your eyes. When it dawned on you, Frankie was no longer looking at her, he was now looking at you. A subtle spark of recognition and excitement flashed across his eyes, fleeting but unmistakable. Frankie briefly introduced her to Ben, who immediately wore a bright smile, before heading toward you.

“Talk to him!” Michele urged with encouragement, “Have some fun.. And PLEASE have something good to tell me afterward!” She squeezed you tight and handed you her shot of whiskey, “I’ll find you later... if you want me to find you.” She added with a wink before disappearing into the crowd.

As Frankie drew nearer, a surge of anticipation swept over you. With Michele's words echoing in your mind, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. With a quick flick of your wrist, you downed the whiskey Michele had given you, its fiery warmth spreading through your veins, emboldening you for the encounter ahead. You turned around and nearly collided with Frankie, “Oh, Jesus!” You blurted, your heart pounding in your chest as you stumbled back a step, caught off guard by the sudden proximity.

Frankie smiled, appearing amused and slightly concerned, ”Everything alright?” the genuine concern in his voice already putting you at ease.

“Just needed a little liquid courage, I guess” A nervous laugh escaped you.

Frankie chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Well it looks like you can’t go a week without running into me” He teased, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I seem to have that effect on people” You chuckled, grasping the silver chain of the clutch you selected for the evening, “What are you doing here?”

“The boys brought me out to celebrate” He paused and leaned in closer, taking in the warm cherry scent of your perfume on the crook of your neck, his voice a hushed whisper, “I passed my pilot exam.”

“You passed the exam!!” Your eyes widened with excitement as you cheered, unable to contain the joy bubbling up within you. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around Frankie's neck, drawing him into a tight embrace. “Frankie, this is such great news! I’m so proud of you!” 

Frankie’s grin widened his arms wrapping around you in return, the warmth of your body against his causing his heart to race even faster. “Thank you” he said, his voice tinged with sincere gratitude, “It’s been a long time coming” His eyes lingered over you as he pulled away, your face mere inches away, "You know, I couldn't have done it without your encouragement. Our conversation at the coffee shop meant a lot to me"

Your cheeks flushed pink at Frankie's heartfelt words, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Well, I'm glad I could help in some way," you replied, your heart swelling with pride and admiration for the man in front of you.

"What are you drinking?" Frankie asked, his eyes sparkling.

"You're here to celebrate you, but you want to buy me a drink?" you teased, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief.

"Just think of it as another coffee," he winked, his playful demeanor displaying no signs of surrender.

"A whiskey sour, please," you smiled, unable to resist his charm as you watched him effortlessly command the attention of the bartender. His presence seemed to fill the room, making everything else fade into the background.

As you observed him, a smile emerged from the corner of your lips, his hands made your glass seem three times smaller. "He buys me coffee and my drinks," you remarked with a playful sigh, adding a hint of dramatic flair. "A true American hero."

The widest grin spread across Frankie's face. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this at ease. Despite the complexities that could arise in whatever was happening between you both, he pushed those thoughts aside, not wanting to dwell on them, not tonight at least.

"Here," he said, handing you your drink, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. Without hesitation, he casually took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours "Come on, I want you to meet the guys." 

“Well, well, well- would you look what the cat dragged back in” Pope revealed a mischievous grin after taking a sip of his beer, his gaze shifting between you and Frankie.

You smiled, “Nice to see you again too, Santiago” 

“I’m just messing, Hermosa” Santiago chuckled, getting up to hug you. “That was meant for Fish.”

“So this is Peech!” Ben exclaimed with a grin, pulling you into a strong and warm embrace, “I know the speech sessions are for our lil Camcam but I can tell you’re great! Fish hasn’t shut up about you since day one!” 

Your cheeks flushed pink, Frankie too smitten by your nervous laughter to pay Ben any mind, aside from a brief sidelong glance in his direction.

“You’re kind of a celebrity ‘round these parts, darlin” Will added sweetly, “It’s good to put a face to the name finally.” 

“Likewise!” you agreed, “Well since we’re all here to celebrate our pilot,” you lightly nudged Frankie, “Why don’t I get us the next round?

 Ben sipped the last of his beer, and set down his glass, “OH I like her!” 

The atmosphere was filled with laughter and positive energy. The men bantered and shared stories of their early days in the military with you. It came to you as a surprise to feel so effortlessly at home with the group. You would have never pictured feeling so at ease while surrounded by men. Your quick wit and charm drew them in. As the night wore on and drinks flowed, Frankie found himself becoming even more infatuated with you, displaying the palpable string of tension that existed between you both. It hung in the air, creating an undercurrent of anticipation and curiosity. The subtle stolen glances, lingering touches, traces of smiles. It all prompted knowing looks from those around the table. Santiago who of course, was the first to notice, wore a mischievous grin, earning him a swift kick under the table. 

“So” Santiago interrupted Ben who had been bragging to you about all the fights he’d won recently, “has Catfish ever told you about Truth or Spare?” Santiago’s eyes eager for your response.

Ben whistled, “oh, here we fucking go”

“Oh come on..its just a game” Santiago hissed.

“What is this? Highschool?” Ben shook his head 

“WhAt Is tHiS HiGhScHoOl?” Santiago mocked in return.

A hesitant look flashed across Frankie’s face,“I don’t know Pope” 

“It’s okay, I want to hear about this.” You chimed.

“He’s trying to get you to play this drinking game we all played when we enlisted in the army.” Will explained, directing a knowing look in Santiago’s direction, “But there’s no pressure.” 

“We all played when we joined the squad” Ben said with a reassuring smile “some supposed way to build trust but really it was our excuse to get drunk on our days off” 

You nodded, curious to learn more, "Hmm.. How do you play?" you looked at Santiago waiting for an explanation. 

"You have to choose between answering a personal question with complete honesty or taking a shot. It's all about testing your limits."

Frankie's hesitant expression didn't ease, but he spoke up nonetheless. "Yeah, but it can get intense. Some questions really push your boundaries, and the drinks add up quickly."

Will half smiled "Shit’s about to get real, but seeing that your drink of choice is whiskey, I take it you can hold your own" He added with a wink.

A mix of excitement and apprehension settled in your chest. "Alright, I’m in."

“Atta girl!” Santiago nodded approvingly. "Welcome to our circle of trust. Just remember, once you start playing, there's no turning back."

You nodded, and met Frankie’s eyes with a playful smirk, "Okay, but Frankie goes first."

As the game kicked off, the group went easy on you. They couldn't help but laugh as you shared stories of your younger self sneaking out on summer nights and the satisfying moment when you finally stood up to your childhood bully after being pushed off your bike countless times. They absolutely loved that one. But as the game progressed, things got more intense. The questions became more personal, pushing boundaries and leading to more serious unearthing. You spilled the beans about that time you accidentally sent a sext to your grandma consequently making her blood pressure drop, sending her to the hospital earning “oohs” and laughs from the group. Pope begrungingly admitted to having a crush on one of Ben's exes. Ben got caught in the act during a threesome by one of the girl's ex-boyfriends, Will confessed to hooking up with the same flight attendant multiple times on different flights, and then there was Frankie, who got stuck in a janitor's closet for four and a half hours after hooking up with a girl at a concert and had to resort to peeing in a bucket (Yep, that was the last time he ever saw her). 

Then Santiago’s question changed the air around you, “Are you seeing anyone?”

“No” Your response quick and easy, too easy to satisfy Santiago’s agenda.

“Do you currently have feelings for someone?” He prodded.

A fiery warmth spread across your chest at his second question, rendering you to an absolute halt. His words seemed to pierce through the din of the crowded bar, leaving you momentarily speechless.

"Um, well, I... I mean, you know, it's complicated," you stammered, your words slurring slightly as you struggled to form a coherent response. Frankie's presence heighten your flustered state, making you feel more unsettled than usual. The alcohol coursing through your veins seemed to amplify your nerves, leaving you feeling jittery and out of sorts.

Desperate for a moment of reprieve, you took another sip of your water, hoping it would help to calm your frazzled nerves. But instead, it only seemed to exacerbate your unease. "I, uh, I just...I do," you blurted out, your eyes widening in alarm as the words escaped your lips. With a sudden rush of embarrassment, you instinctively covered your mouth, as if trying to snatch back the breath you had just spoken.

Ben whistled in response, “Whoever he is, he is a godamn lucky guy” his eyes flickering briefly towards Frankie who held back a smile and preferred to fidget with the corner of his napkin than to look up at you.

You stole a quick glance at Frankie, hoping to gauge his reaction, but he kept his eyes fixed on the table, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. Despite his attempts to appear nonchalant, you couldn't shake the feeling that he could see right through you. Before the awkward silence could stretch any further, a buzzing at your hip provided a welcome interruption, breaking the tension that had settled over the table. Grateful for the distraction, you quickly reached for your phone, hoping to find solace in the familiar glow of the screen.

"S-sorry, I gotta take this," you stammered, your voice trembling slightly as you hurriedly scooted out of the booth and made your way to the patio area.

Once outside, you fumbled for your phone, your heart racing with anxiety. With trembling fingers, you answered the call. "Michele... Jesus Christ, I-I've never loved you more," you breathed into the phone.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in, you doing alright?” Her voice tinged with genuine concern.

You breathed in, composing yourself, “Yeah, I’ve been having a great time.” The alcohol coursing through your veins making you increasingly aware of your intoxicated state

“Of course you are chica! you’ve been surrounded by four smoking hot guys practically all night!” she quipped with a sassy tone, “That’s right, I saw them!” 

You couldn't help but giggle at her playful remark as you swayed your way to the balcony.“Where are youu?” You asked, struggling to keep your balance.

“I’m out by the exit, heading out in a few but I wanted to make sure you’re good.” She giggled but not at anything you said. You thought you heard a male voice in the background, murmuring something and calling her "baby."

“Call me if you need anything, yeah? Except for condoms, I only have one of those in my purse” You could practically hear her mischievous smile over the phone.

“OH MY GOD!” You burst into laughter, “love you, I’ll text you when I get home”.

“Love you, bye!” Michele responded, her voice warm with affection before the line went silent. You ended the call and tucked your phone back into your purse, not yet ready to return to the company of your friends inside.

Just as you were about to gather your thoughts, a gentle hand landed on your shoulder, causing you to startle.You spun around faster than you realized you could handle in your current state, only to find Frankie standing there, his hands held out in a gesture of apology.

 “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”. He said softly, his eyes filled with concern as he steadied you with his touch.

You responded with a shy smile, mesmerized by the way his deep brown eyes sparked, even in the dim twinkling lights of the patio. “It’s okay” 

“I, uh, I wanted apologize about Pope.” His hands lingered on your arms, and you couldn't help but notice the way your heart fluttered at his proximity. “He can get intense”.

“Oh F-frankie, you don’t have to do that, itss all fun and games”. Despite your attempt to remain composed, you found yourself increasingly aware of the effect the game had on you, the warm, fuzzy effect of the drinks settling over your body. So much so that you nearly tripped on your own feet. "Oops!" you giggled, feeling the edges of your cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

“I think it’s time to get you home” Frankie smiled sweetly at your clumsiness before realizing the implication of his own words, “I uh, I mean, not like that. I just–”.

You placed a finger on his lips “Shhh..” quickly stealing a glance of his eyes and back to your finger, your voice soft but insistent “Jussst take me home”, Frankie’s gaze made you nervous “....there’s no way I can drive like this” 

The bar pulsed with excitement, even though it was well past midnight. Frankie's touch was like a gentle yet firm anchor as he guided you through the sea of people, his presence stirring a whirlwind of emotions within you. You'd often fantasized about what it would be like to spend a night out with him, but never did you think of a moment like this. Frankie opened the car door for you, his eyes filled with a subtle tenderness as he helped you settle into the passenger seat. His caring nature was warm and reassuring. As you glanced around the interior of his car, you couldn't help but notice how spotless it was. Of course, you thought. He did have a military background afterall.

The engine roared to life, the sound blending seamlessly with the melody of Gerry Rafferty's "Right Down the Line" playing softly in the foreground. It was a song you knew well, its familiar notes adding to the magic of the moment. Frankie loved night drives, particularly on nights like tonight when the air carried a hint of coolness. He couldn't help but steal glances at you, as the wind played with your hair, brushing it across your cheeks. He watched with a smile as you sang along to every word of the song without a care in the world. It was as though each lyric held a piece of your soul, released into the air with each heartfelt note. In that moment, under the starlit sky, Frankie found himself captivated by the raw beauty of your uninhibited joy, feeling a warmth spread through him at the sight of your carefree spirit. It was a moment he wished he could freeze in time, etching it into his memory as a reminder of the magic that existed in the simplest of moments spent with you.

Your hand reached for his, reminding him that this, whatever this was, was actually happening. There was this air of trust between you.

"Still feeling okay?" Frankie asked, his voice soft as he glanced at you, his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights nearby as the car came to a stop.

You nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. “I'm okay. Thank you for driving me home"

Frankie squeezed your hand gently. "Anytime. I want to make sure you’re safe, Hermosa."

A soft blush tinted your cheeks at his words, and you looked out the window, trying to hide your smile. 

Frankie stepped out of the car, and opened the door for you. He offered his hand, assisting you up the stairs that led to your front door. The yellow glow of the overhead bulb cast a warm hue over his features, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the curls in his hair.

As you climbed the steps, lost in thought of his features, you stumbled, your foot catching on the edge. With a surprised yelp, you began to fall forward, but Frankie was quick to react, reaching out to steady you, once again.

"Whoa there clumsy," he chuckled, a smile playing on his lips. "wouldn't want you taking a tumble."

You both couldn't help but laugh at your own tipsy clumsiness, the tension of the moment dissolving into shared amusement. "Thanks," you said, flashing him a grateful smile. "Guess drinks and stairs don’t mix."

Frankie grinned, his eyes sparkling with humor. "No problem, but you know, I've never seen anyone trip going up stairs before. You've got talent!” He chuckled

Your laughter only grew louder at his quip, and after a moment of catching your breath, his eyes met yours and you decided to take a chance. 

You paused, liquid courage spurring you on. "Can I tell you somethin?" you asked, your voice tentative.

"Of course, Hermosa," Frankie replied, his expression curious.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before confessing, "I really should have kissed you that first night we met."

For a moment, there was silence between you, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Then, Frankie's smile widened, a warmth filling his gaze as he reached out to gently cup your cheek.

"Then why don't you?" he murmured softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

Your heart skipped a beat as Frankie's words hung in the air, sending a thrill coursing through your veins. His touch was electrifying, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as you drowned in the intensity of his gaze.

"Maybe… I will," your voice barely above a whisper, hardly audible over the pounding of your heart.

Frankie's smile widened, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "I dare you."

With a surge of boldness, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips meeting his in a sweet, exhilarating kiss. It was everything you had imagined and more, a perfect fusion of passion and tenderness that left you breathless and craving more.

As you pulled away, a grin spread across Frankie's face, his eyes sparkling with joy and affection."Looks like dreams really do come true," he murmured, his voice filled with desire.

Your heart raced as he leaned in for another kiss, his lips crashing into yours. This time with an intensity that sent sparks flying, fueled by hunger and desire.

You melted into him, tangling your fingers in his curls as his kiss deepened, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Frankie's hands reached for your thighs, wrapping you around him, as he carried you up the stairs and into your apartment with ease.

“Bedroom” you managed to breath out in between kisses “Mmm…to the…left”

You collapsed onto the cool sheets of your duvet when Frankie paused “Wait..” his chest rising and falling as he leveled his breath, his tone suddenly serious “let's…let’s slow down a bit”

“Yeah” you responded, a confused look flickered across your face, “Okay, you’re right. We probably should”.

"I like you, a lot," Frankie admitted, his gaze softening as he looked into your eyes. "But I want to do this the right way and–“ He stopped mid thought glancing over at your open bathroom door  “I also couldn’t help but notice that annoying leaky faucet!” 

A laugh bubbled up from your chest, you breathed in still catching your breath “I’ve been bugging the landlord about that for months!”

Frankie grinned, his eyes lighting up. "That's an easy fix! I can come by sometime and help you out with that."

A warmth spread through your chest at his offer, and you couldn't help but smile. "Oh really?” Your voice offering a tone of mischief ,”I'd like that," you replied, feeling a sense of anticipation building between you “I’d like that a lot actually”

Without hesitation Frankie leaned in and planted a quick tender kiss on your forehead before settling beside you. The warmth of his presence beside you filled you with a sense of comfort and contentment, and you couldn't help but snuggle closer, savoring the closeness between you as a comfortable silence enveloped you both. But soon, conversation resumed, flowing effortlessly between you as you discussed your favorite movies, swapping recommendations and sharing anecdotes about awkward date experiences.

Frankie's laughter filled the room as he recounted a particularly embarrassing moment from his past, and you couldn't help but join in, sharing your own humorous stories in return. The more you talked, the more you realized just how much you had in common, and each revelation brought you closer together.

At one point, Frankie leaned in close, his voice low with mock solemnity. "Well, now that we've shared all our embarrassing stories and secrets, what are we going to talk about on our first date?"

A blush crept up your cheeks at his teasing remark, but you couldn't help but laugh. "Guess we'll just have to come up with some new material," you replied playfully.

As the conversation lulled, Frankie glanced at the clock and sighed. "I should probably head home," he said reluctantly.

But before he could move, you reached out and gently grasped his hand, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please stay," you pleaded quietly, "For me."

For a moment, Frankie's expression softened, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. And without another word, he nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he settled back into bed beside you. 

But before sleep claimed you, Frankie's quiet voice broke the silence. "You know, you're half right about that first night we met."

"What do you mean?" you responded, now propping yourself up to look at him.

"I should've kissed you," he admitted, a hint of regret in his tone. "I should've made you put your number in my phone or something." He chuckled softly, his fingers gently playing with strands of your hair.

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, "Well, lucky for you, it's not too late," you replied, reaching for his phone on the nightstand, a smile tugging at your lips.

And as you melted into each other's embrace, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you wrapped up in the quiet stillness of the night. With the gentle patter of rain as your lullaby, you drifted off to sleep. 

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

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[haeryna]

i feel like reader (especially after being called princess and the two working together to tear down her walls) would be in a dilemma— like a few things came out of them abandoning her but one being just this indescribable feeling of rage and hurt

so upon being in their hold and touch and suguru endearingly calling for her to hear them out, part of her wants to fold SO bad but the other part of her wants to stay unreasonable and not hear them out because it’s just so much easier to be angry at them and paint them as the villains in her life, if she does accept their apology she knows that feeling won’t go away— she’d have to come to terms with how bitter of a person she really was (i mean rightfully so, they did screw her over)

also bless u and ur writing— i don’t see many poly! satosugu x reader stories with a plot that has me biting my finger in absolute investment LMAO love uuuuuu 🫶🏾✨

ANON THANK YOU you perfectly summed it up !! i wanted to write a story where there was a difficult decision that had to be made, with several catalysts involving how everything went down. (splitting this so that it doesn't invade people's feeds with a wall of text LOL)

satoru's "coming out" to his parents: mine were so homophobic that i didn't come to terms with my own sexuality for a long, long time, so i empathized with the sheer panic and trauma that gave him. you don't make rational decisions when your parents are beating the shit out of you, and you also don't make rational decisions when you're 16 years old.

suguru choosing to leave reader behind: they could only withdraw so much money with the limits satoru's parents had placed on his bank account. they had to have enough to eat, to rent an apartment, to actually get away. they had to choose a place far enough so that satoru's parents wouldn't follow, which brings me to

retaliation: there's a unique kind of fear, when you're unsure if someone is hunting you down. there's a kind of terror in realizing they can track you. it's why they got rid of their phones, and immediately upon signing to the same company, received heavily protected ones. only people who had their number could reach them, or even respond.

"they could have said something:" again, they were panicked, satoru had just been beaten by his literal parents, and they were trying to flee as fast as possible. in the moment, they could not have and would not have been able to do that. as alluded to before, they did not live a comfortable life in asia. the beginning was rough as they scraped by. it wasn't until satoru began auditioning that things started looking up for them, and if you're into the kpop scene, you know how brutal training is. suguru ultimately spent all his time caring for satoru and working on the side until he also made it big.

"and what about after?:" honestly sometimes, when you know you fuck up, but you feel like you can't do anything about it anymore? that was them. and you can be upset with it all you want, but it had gotten to the point where they genuinely thought you would never be a part of their lives again. yet the chasm in their chest grew larger and larger, until they realized they couldn't continue on unless they know they at least tried.

that's not to say reader isn't in a predicament as well, like you mentioned nonnie. leaving hurts, and abandonment is worse, so it would be far easier to paint them as the bad guys. it doesn't matter what their intentions were. to reader, they left her alone, and now they're suddenly back for unknown reasons? reader is also not the most stable of mind right now (real); she's working two jobs on top of taking care of her sick parents. for the past five years, she's had to be the one taking care of herself. now satosugu need to prove that they WANT to be the ones taking care of her. i've been in this situation before, as the left party (who eventually ended up forgiving the leaver), so i hope that will help to incorporate realism into the situation.

and i'm glad you like the plot/understood the nuance of the situation! i'm grateful to you and your ask anon, thank you for allowing me to go in depth into the situation <33 i love you too!

[justmeinadaze]

Eddie stupidly never backs down from a dare.

Not when he was dared to jump into lovers lake naked in 20° weather. Not when he was dared to swallow the still lit roach him and his friends were smoking. Not when he was dared to drink the can budweiser that was currently being used as an ashtray by 5 boys cutting class, and certainly not when he was dared to chop most of his hair off.

His girlfriend had every right to be upset! She had grown emotionally attached to that hair, but it was still long enough for her to grab a handful of and tug on while he apology fucks her into next week.

A/N: I asked @harrys-tittie if she wanted me to tease or do a full thing. I kinda did both lol I am WAY more then happy to expand on this night these two have. Hot damn am I more than willing 🫠

Warnings: Smut <3. And no long hair Eddie!

Word count: 793

“Don’t be angry.”

“Oh, I’m not angry. We’ve past that. I’m furious, Eddie Munson! What the fuck did you do?!”

Eddie playfully runs his hands through his now short hair. “I think it looks kinda good. I can give Harrington a run for his money.”

You fold your arms as you glare at him. “Who was it this time? Was it Mike? Dustin? Who dared you?”

“Pfft, like I’m going to tell you so you can kill them.”

“I’ll kill all of them if I have to.” Eddie cackles making you scrunch your face in annoyance. “Baby, you can say no. You know that right?”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

“Oh, I see. You’re looking for fun. Good luck not having any fun with me for a very long time!”

His eyes squint at you, very prepared to call you on your bluff. “Uh huh. What’s wrong, Princess? Hm? Think you won’t have enough to pull when I make you cum?”

You roll your eyes as he reaches for you, pulling you to him. His lips hook on to your neck and you feel him smile when he hears you let out a soft moan. 

“It’s not going to work, Eddie. I’m already aware of its absence.”

He chuckles at your resistance. You’re so fucking stubborn and he loves it. 

“I’ll make you deal.” Eddie gently guides your body against his bedroom wall. “Let me eat your pussy. If I can get you to pull my still extremely pullable hair than I get to use these.” He reaches for the handcuffs hanging beside you. “And you won’t be able to touch me at all for the rest of the night.”

You feel your core throb at the notion as you smirk up at him. “And if I win?”

“Well, no matter what I’m going to fuck you BUT I will also make you a big apology dinner AND tell you who dared me so you can kill them.” He grins as you laugh at him. 

“Alright, Mr. Munson. Have at it. I dare you.”

Eddie chuckles as you cross your arms over your chest making him feel like he was already winning because he hadn’t even touched you, yet you felt the need to restrain yourself. 

He gently pulled down your shorts and panties, throwing them in to the void of his room. 

“Hey! I’m going to need those for our dinner later that you’ll be making me.” 

Eddie smiled as he trailed small kisses up your leg to the inside of your thigh. “Always so fucking cocky.” Two of his long fingers slid between your folds. “One of the many things I love about you.” You moaned when his thumb pressed slow circles against your clit. “Makes it more fun when you come undone.”

He abruptly lifts your left leg, flinging it over his shoulder. “Now who’s cocky?” 

His warm breath heats your core and his smile widens when he sees your arms start to unlock before you force them back together. Eddie’s tongue reaches out, slowly licking a stripe from your entrance up to your nub eliciting a shaky breath of your own to leave your lips. 

That was the only moment he moved at that pace. He knew exactly how to press all your buttons and he wasted no time. Eddie’s strong hands held your hips in place as he sucked at your bundle of nervous making you whimper his name as he refused to allow you a moment to breathe. 

You unfolded your arms, clinging your palms to the wall behind you. With each pop of his mouth and flick of his tongue, you felt like you were being suffocated with pleasure. He pushed his face deeper into you, licking and thrusting into your dripping hole. 

You were right on the edge and Eddie knew it. His tongue moved quickly but…

“Harder, Eddie. Please.” 

Nothing about his movements changed and your hands flew absentmindedly to his neck. Again, no change. Your fingers glided up into his curls pushing him as close to you as you could. 

You felt his lips curl into a smile as his head tilted slightly, pressing his tongue faster and harder into your body until he felt your pussy clench around him. As you came you cling to his hair, holding him tightly as your body trembled around him. 

Your fingers were still tangled as he placed your leg back down and stood up to his full height to kiss your lips. 

You felt his arm move and heard the sound of metal clanking. When you pulled away from him, you were met with a toothy grin and his handcuffs. 

“See? Sometimes doing a dare has its benefits. You’re all mine tonight, Princess.”

[theewritingroomm]

A Friendly Favor - Part 5

Summary: As his best friend you are required to help Eddie when he needs it. Especially for everything girl related, including helping him impress Chrissy Cunningham. The only down side… you are hopelessly in love with Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (platonic), mentions of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Word Count: 966

Warnings: slow burn, friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of unrequited feelings, angst,

A/N: ONE more part after this! Sorry that it took so long to get out, life has been crazy.

I do NOT consent to my work being translated or published onto third party sites - including AO3 and Wattpad. 

Previously on...

“So you finally told him?” Robin asked, laying on her stomach on your bed as you sat on the floor facing her. 

After you left the school that afternoon you just went home and waited until you knew Robin would be home. Once you knew it would be safe to call her house, you did. Three times before Robin finally picked up. You could hear her intake of breath as she went to say something. Though you quickly cut her off, not with your words but with your tears as they began to fall freely upon hearing your friend pick up the phone. 

That is how you found yourself here, with Robin laying on her stomach on your bed while you laid on the floor looking up at your ceiling. You had told Robin all about what had happened between you and Eddie at his trailer that day weeks ago, you had also told her about what you saw at school today. The emotions that you had shoved down for so long coming to the surface and staining your cheeks as the tears rolled down your face. 

“Yeah, and we see how well that worked out.” You mumbled, running a hand down your face. Frustration and exhaustion are beginning to take over. Making your head heavy; you could lay on here all night. 

“It’s not that bad, he’s still your friend. I’m sure he’ll talk to you if you give him the chance.” 

At Robin’s words you pushed yourself up on your elbows. You knew she didn’t mean anything by it, only trying to help in the only way she felt she could. It admittedly frustrated you but you would never take it out on Robin, not when she’s been the only constant since your blow up with Eddie. 

“I would love to try, but he didn’t try to talk to me that day. I doubt he’d talk to me about it now.” 

 Robin was silent for a moment. You could tell that she was contemplating something. Which always terrified you, her plans had a tendency to backfire even when she had different intentions. But you let her sit in quiet contemplation for a moment. Simply watching as she thought things over, wishing that you could peek inside her head sometimes. Though you didn't have to wait long to get a glimpse inside.

Robin jumped up from your bed, and joined you on the floor. Her eyes shining with a look you had come to call her “By golly I’ve got it” look. Robin grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer to her, nearly making your noses touch. It was startling to you though it did bring a small smile to your face to see her theatrics. 

“You said Henderson told you they’re going to prom together?” 

You nodded, no words coming out of your mouth as close as Robin was you were. 

“Then you go to prom. Take Steve, dress like you own the fucking place and make him eat it.” 

A smile grew on Robin’s face as she finished telling you her idea. But you grew skeptical. It was a plan, you could give her that, and yeah it wasn’t a terrible plan. But you didn’t want to make him jealous. That never ended up the way it did in the movies. One of you would still end up hurt in the end, and with your luck lately you’d put money on it coming back to bite you in the ass. 

However, getting out of the house, dressing in a killer dress and being able to party with some of your other friends DID sound pretty nice. It sounded like the perfect opportunity to get your mind off of the guy that was plaguing it. 

“I’ll go to prom,” Robin squealed, excited that you were going with her plan. “However, I’m not doing it to make Eddie jealous. I just want a fun night with you and Steve. If Eddie doesn’t want to talk to me then so be it. I can have fun on my own.” 

Across town Eddie was sitting in his own bedroom, staring at the tux hung up on his closet door. A red tie hung from the hanger, perfectly matching the shade of red that made up Chrissy’s dress. It had taken three hours at the mall for the pair to find. Chrissy made it a point that they needed to match perfectly, dragging Eddie into a plethora of stores before finding it. 

Overall the day hadn’t been bad, Eddie had enjoyed the time he and Chirssy had spent together. But he felt like something was missing. Like, he could laugh with Chirssy but he found himself missing the way he would laugh with you; the full bellied, leave you in stitches type of laughter. He enjoyed movie nights with Chrissy, relishing in the way he could pull her close and let his hands wander. But he found himself missing the horror movies the two of you would watch together and the junk food and marijuana you would consume. Oftentimes the night would end with the two of you cuddling close, much like he and Chrissy would. He loved having Chrissy at Hellfire meeting and introducing her to the complexities of the game. But damn, he missed being able to play with you and watch as you figured out each of his traps and set ups. He thought it was nice to have a girlfriend, especially one like Chrissy who he had mooned over for years. But he missed being able to talk to his best friend about anything and everything. 

It took a second as his mind wandered off. But realization dawned on Eddie. 

He missed you. He missed his best friend. And he needed to fix it.

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[coeurcanelle]

☆Baby,the stars shine bright☆ pt5

pt1,pt2,pt3,pt4,pt6

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

wlw,extra fluff in this chapter

wc:8k

The sun was setting as Ellie was driving you to her house.

Beforehand, you had time to stop by a shop. Every time you got money, you couldn’t help but use it right away, so you and Ellie bought bracelets.

They weren’t just any kind of bracelets.

You and Ellie bought bracelets shaped like the moon on the day of your birthday.

It turned out your moons completed each other when you put your wrists next to each other!

Ellie's lips turned into a loving smile, as bright as the moonlight. "I really wonder what this means," Ellie said, playing dumb. She wondered if you thought about the same thing.

You quickly bought the bracelets. "You watch too many movies," you replied, leaving things ambiguous even though you did think it was a sign.

Ellie's waning crescent moon and your waning gibbous moon formed one full moon.

Maybe it was the fact that you and Ellie were so different that made you and her get along.

"I knew you'd say that." The poor girl wished you fell for her as fast as she fell for you.

Ellie was driving less fast and less dangerously since you were already hurt.

You told her you were fine, but she didn't believe you. She wanted to get your face cleaned up since your forehead was bleeding a bit after falling on the ground.

You wrapped your arms around her waist like she showed you before and laid your head on her shoulder. The woody and earthy scent with a subtle sweetness didn't leave her body. At first, you didn't bother being close to her, but now, you started to like this.

Sure, here's a corrected version:

The road to her home was long.

Ellie felt excited to bring you over to her house. She didn't want to leave you like last time. She usually hated 'goodbyes,' but with you, she started to despise them. Spending more time with you made her happy, and she thought it wasn't too soon to introduce you to Joel.

It had been a while since she last had someone over. She never dared to invite any of her gang members, even though they were her friends. If they ever turned their backs on her and did something to Joel, she would never forgive herself.

However, you earned Ellie's respect since the day you got your revenge on the thief.

You never dared to unfairly blame her for anything, and that was enough for you to gain her trust.

Remarkable and so beautiful, you were also starting to gain her love.

It felt as if the sun was following you as Ellie drove into a small village, lost in the middle of nowhere, isolated from the big buildings.

Ellie was focused on the road, trying to ignore her heart speeding up when she noticed your bodies touching.

She was already planning excuses in her head for you to sleep over.

You took this opportunity to slip the money you wanted to give her into her pocket.

"Do you often go to the casino?" you asked as the road grew bumpier, interrupting the silence.

"Like 2 or 3 times a month, depending on how much money I need."

You nodded as both of you entered the woods. It was a good thing that she wasn't gambling every day like your dad. She was intelligent and knew her limits.

"How much did you need today?"

"Not so much, I got enough to travel around the country to find someone," Ellie explained. She further mentioned that she had to meet Himeko, an old woman who was the founder of the gang she joined.

You were surprised to hear this name again because your mother had the same name.

If it wasn't for her, Ellie wouldn't be in her gang, which was like a shelter in a hostile place, a second home to her.

She owed it all to Himeko, as well as Dina: being able to fight, making justice right, and making good friends and memories along the way.

It was only when she'd go out driving with her gang members that she'd feel free and forget about everything. "Nobody ever found her, but rumors say she's still alive. I have to find a designer or something to sew my gang's name on the jacket's sleeve and then give it to her."

Ellie parked her motorcycle in front of a lovely wooden house in the middle of the woods.

Both of you arrived at your destination; this time you didn't feel nauseous.

"How do you even know if those rumors are true?" you asked as you got off her motorcycle. Though you had already given her part of what she needed for her trip, you felt like offering more. You wanted to offer her more.

Ellie took back her keys and glanced at you as a smirk formed on her lips. "I guess I'll find out." She didn't care if Himeko was dead or alive, but if the rumors were true, Ellie wanted to be the first person to find Himeko.

She then motioned for you to follow her. "Do you underestimate me or something?"

You walked beside her and climbed the two stairs leading to the porch. "Would you rather I overestimate you?"

"Still better than being underestimated," Ellie smirked at you before knocking on the wooden door. No matter what you say,ellie always had an answer for everything.

The door opened with a creaky sound, revealing a 5'10" man in his forties. He had black hair and hazel eyes and was wearing a simple green button-up shirt and blue denim jeans.

Joel didn't expect to see Ellie bring a girl home. He squinted his eyes at her curiously before telling both of you to come in.

You couldn't tell what the house's usual smell was like since the pizza's aroma was perfuming the whole place. Your stomach growled, and you made sure to keep your mouth shut to avoid drooling.

Ellie introduced you to Joel, who reached out his hand. You shook hands with him and smiled as he said it was nice to meet you.

"You're the one who sells clothes to her? She told me about you. How's your little business going?"

You recognized the same deep voice talking to Ellie on her phone. Joel looked at you curiously; he's always wondered where his money went when he'd give it to Ellie, especially since she spends most of her days outside.

"Ellie’s my only customer, but she's loyal, so it's doing good," you carefully chose your words, remembering you’re known for doing something you're not supposed to. But the fact that Ellie talked about you to a family member warmed your heart; it felt nice to be appreciated by her. "She does think my clothes are underpriced."

Joel glanced at Ellie and sighed like a tired father. It wasn't the first time he had talked about it with Ellie. "I know, she's really bad with the concept of money. I guess she wants to be nice." The way he scratched the back of his neck reminded you of how Ellie would act when nervous. The way they were so similar was so cute!

"Yeah, she got so upset I thought she was going to—" you were about to complain, but guess who cut you off by covering your mouth with her hand.

"Whoa, let's get you cleaned up before you pass out from blood loss," Ellie exaggerated before she took your hand.

Joel's eyes followed Ellie leading you to the bathroom. He smiled to himself; he definitely would not have let you in if it wasn't for the way Ellie was looking at you. It was enough to make his day, knowing someone was able to make her genuinely smile. He hadn't seen it in forever...

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Your cut on your forehead was barely visible and already starting to heal, but that wasn't an excuse for Ellie not to apply a band-aid after cleaning your wound with some alcohol.

Ellie made you sit on the cold edge of her bathtub. But with Ellie so close to you and her fingers touching your face, your body felt warm.

Ellie turned around to grab the band-aid package and started to open it. "sit still and don't move."

"I'm telling you, there's no need to do all that," you said, looking up at her walking in front of you with the band-aid in hand. She didn't listen to you anyway. It was her chance to take care of you, and she wasn't going to let it slip. "you know, you'd be like the kind of doctor that asks if they can remove unnecessary organs during surgery and then removes a whole kidney."

"you can survive with one," Ellie shrugged her shoulders.

"but there's no such thing as an unnecessary organ."

Ellie saw your point and nodded so you would stop making fun of her so she could start putting on the band-aid.

"alright, now shut up 'cause your forehead moves when you talk. I don't want to mess this up," Ellie ordered. She looked down at you, meeting your eyes—her biggest distraction. "close your eyes."

"I can't see if you're doing it right with my eyes closed," you said, instead of admitting you liked looking at her focused face. You were enjoying this as much as she was.

"I'm not going to draw a dick on your face, chill," Ellie's chuckle made you roll your eyes before you closed them. You made a mental note to sleep with at least one eye open if you stayed over.

Ellie removed the strips and carefully applied the band-aid on your small cut. Her fingers, usually clenched into fists to throw punches, touched your face as if it were made of porcelain.

Her lips curved into a smile when she saw no sign of pain and instead, your lips forming a smile as well. They were a bit chapped, and she wondered how many kisses it would take to make them soft again.

You were making it hard for her to be a lesbian. You were just sitting in front of her, looking pretty so effortlessly, listening to her, and letting her take care of you.

She wanted to punch herself and knock some sense into her for falling for you so easily and so fast. Her heart was so big,with so much room for love but it could hardly handle any rejection.

The only thing she could do was give love.

Give and hope that you would take it.

She didn't want to stop removing her fingers yet. She applied a bit of pressure on the band-aid to help it stick and finally removed them so as not to seem clingy.

You finally opened your eyes and stood up to look in the large mirror in front of you. You thanked Ellie, who smiled at you.

"if you know that much about medicine, I have to ask you something," Ellie said, maintaining eye contact. "are you a surgeon?"

You didn't know what was happening inside her mind, but her flirtiness was back. "obviously,why?" you said, playing along.

Ellie liked that you played along.Even though you were good at talking back when flirting, she hoped to see your demeanor change to a more shy and flustered attitude." She walked closer to you and swiftly took your hand, placing it on her chest while maintaining eye contact, hoping to capture your flustered face. "because I think you stole my heart."

She rolled her eyes when she caught you laughing instead. "I can feel something beating, though."

You were making her weak. "I meant because my heart skips a beat every time I see you," Ellie spoke quickly, struggling to keep her eyes on yours.

She noticed her little mistake and felt embarrassed. You thought it was cute the way she tried to keep flirting despite completely losing her composure.

You tilted your head. "did you practice saying this to me or something?" you asked with a curious tone, but you knew the answer anyway. You smiled at her, making her face feel hot. You counted, and it took three seconds for her whole face to turn red.

Once again, despite her efforts, she struggled to make you lose your composure while you effortlessly made her flustered. "alright, fuck, can I redo it?"

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The pizza was a little cold, so Ellie decided to heat it up in the oven. You were beside her in the kitchen when you were surprised by a little friend.

" 'sup, mars? you're hungry too?" Ellie crouched down to gently pat the white cat's head, who purred in response.

Her fur looked so soft. She was looking at Ellie with her beautiful eyes. Even though you and Ellie had opposite tastes, you could understand why she fell for this cute cat.

Noticing how you were standing still, admiring her beautiful pet, Ellie stopped petting her and removed her hand. "you can pet her," she smiled reassuringly before taking your hand again.

You crouched down and patted Mars's head gently. The cat purred, seeming to enjoy it as much as you did.

"careful, she bites a lot," Ellie warned. The look of fear on your face as you quickly removed your hand made her laugh so hard. "man, I was just playing with you. look at her, she's so cute. she wouldn't even hurt a fly, unlike...some people."

"don't be surprised if I stop trusting you," you retorted.

Ellie felt like melting, seeing how adorable the entire reaction was. The sight of someone she loves bonding with her pet made her even more in love.

You played with Mars's face and couldn't stop giggling at the sounds she was making. Ellie grimaced in jealousy

You asked Ellie if you could hold Mars, but got her refusal in response. "you're stealing her from me already?" Ellie smirked. She didn’t expect Mars to love you after just a few pats.

"she looks like she doesn’t mind," you said, continuing to pat her head. You wanted to hold her like a baby.

"well, let's ask her then," Ellie became serious again.

You just met her cat, and you wanted to make Mars yours already? She wasn’t going to let that happen just like she let you steal her heart. She took Mars carefully and walked towards the back of the room before putting her down.

Mars was now sitting four meters away from both you and Ellie, cleaning herself and not paying any attention to either of you.

You laughed as you looked at Ellie. Her plan didn’t seem to work like she wanted since the cat wasn’t even budging. "Look at her doing her toilet after you touched her."

Ellie nudged your arm playfully. "I washed my hands before putting the pizza in the oven, shut up." Ellie turned her attention back to her cat while you kept laughing.

Satisfied and feeling clean, Mars stopped grooming herself. Her eyes lingered on both of you, but sadly, neither of you got to mâle her crawl in your direction since Joel called out Mars to go eat. He poured the kibble in her dish, instantly attracting Mars to him.

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"If there was an eating pizza contest instead of the spicy one..." Ellie said after taking a big bite of her pizza slice.

Both you and Ellie sat across from each other, around the kitchen table, with the smell of the pizza perfuming the entire room.

"oh my god, you're still talking about this?" your tone dripping with exasperation.

"yeah, it was rigged. I don't know what kind of spice they put in, but that stuff got my tongue numb. I couldn't even feel it after eating," Ellie complained to you.

"just admit it's the first time you ate something spicy."

Ellie took another big bite of her pizza before quickly swallowing it.

She stood up and quickly went to the kitchen, returning with two big plates of pizza. Her eyes were burning with competition as she handed you one plate and sat next to you with hers in hand. "I want a rematch."

Now that she thought about it, every single time she wanted to impress you, it always resulted in you impressing her instead. Whether it was eating spicy food or playing pachinko, you'd always win so effortlessly. If you lived back in the 18th century, she would have definitely accused you of being a witch. "first one who finishes their pizza slice wins."

You raised your eyebrow at Ellie. "wins what? I'm not putting my heart and soul into this just for another ride on your motorcycle." The pizza you had looked really tasty, and you wondered if you could eat all of it or if your appetite would give out.

"then you'll get that if you lose," Ellie smirked maliciously. She wasn't playing anymore. Her eyes showed no mercy; she wasn't just looking at you like a friend but like one of her gang's opponents.

After counting down from three, both you and Ellie tried to eat as fast as possible. Ellie gathered all the determination she had since the first time she competed against you. She ate her pizza like there was no tomorrow.

Your eyes lingered on Ellie and then on your pizza slice. The look of determination in her eyes made you want to win too, but something in you wanted to let her seize this chance to impress you.

Three minutes were enough for Ellie to finish her entire pizza. The sight of you still eating made her smile proudly.

She finally achieved something she had been desperately trying to do for days.

It didn't seem impossible to beat you at something anymore; you weren't as invincible as she used to think. However, there was still something she wanted to win from you.

You gave Ellie a disappointed face, but deep down, you couldn't care less that you lost. It was a win-win for you.

In fact ,you dont mind losing to her once again, just to see her happy smile.

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Ellie wasn't that stupid; she could read you like an open book now. You'd effortlessly win against her in most games, but she saw how you purposely let her win.

Though she wished you'd make it harder for her to win, she didn't feel insulted. It was rather the opposite. "how about you just do whatever I want for the rest of the night?" Ellie's tone was suggestive, but you truly didn't have a choice.

Was it too soon for her to make a move?

She tried flirting, but even when you wouldn't exactly flirt back, you'd still get her flustered.

She tried to impress you again but wasn't that satisfied.

The night was still long. There was no sign of boredom or tiredness on your face, which was already a good sign.

"depends on what you have in mind," you said, pushing back your plate, too full to eat any more. You sighed as you leaned back on the couch, giving Ellie time to think about what she wanted.

But Ellie's mind was freezing. There were so many things she wanted to do, to say, to show... her mind could hardly slow down.Taking things slow would surely get her what she wanted fast.

"it wasn't a suggestion," Ellie smirked at your sass, reminding you that she had won against you. "How about you carry me bridal style to my room?"

It was since that moment, when you did anything Ellie asked, that Ellie's delusions were fed. The map was written, and it didn't take long for you to find what she thought she'd perfectly kept secret: her heart.

The way you didn't hesitate to occasionally massage her shoulders when she'd complain about them being sore. Her eyes practically begging for you to take care of her like she did for you earlier. You asking if you were doing it right was enough to drive her crazy. She'd nod and tell you to keep going while pretending to focus on the TV.

Or when you'd paint her nails black carefully, her hand on your thigh as you held one finger, making sure the polish wouldn't get on her skin. Her hand was so cold to the touch, but it had warmed up when you applied another 'coat.' Ellie's heart was filled with so much warmth she swore it could make the whole Atlantic melt.

"you like it?" you asked, interrupting Ellie's thoughts. She realized she'd been looking at you the whole time when you faced her.

She wondered if you liked doing this as much as she did. The way you took care of her so lovingly made her forget she was the one who ordered you to do this in the first place. But even if you were just following her orders, no sign of unhappiness was shown on your face. That was enough to give Ellie hope.

Her nails looked beautifully painted with no polish outside the lines.

"it's not so bad," Ellie said, not wanting to admit she loved it. She put her hands on her thighs, letting her nails dry.

The wind, bringing in coldness as it came through the window, made you look outside, noticing the brilliant full moon above the trees.

With no city lights chasing away the darkness, all the stars in the sky could shine brightly. Ellie knew the perfect spot to spend time looking at them. She'd start to stargaze every time insomnia hit her, staying because she liked how small it made her feel.

After asking if you were tired, her eyes dropped from your face to your shivering body; you easily feared the cold. But you stopped shivering once you felt Ellie's jacket over your shoulders. You wanted to tell her you didn't need it, but her lovely smile shut you up.

With no words exchanged besides glances, Ellie softly took your hand again before leading you out of her room, your fingers interlocked as you walked up the staircase leading to the roof.

After a few minutes of Ellie going back and forth to the house, you were finally settled, both of you sitting on a thin blanket, unbothered by the cold night breeze. Even at the sight of the two bowls of snacks, you didn't get hungry, too focused on the stars and the peace you felt.

It's true that you never truly paid attention to the stars at night because you'd mostly spend that time sleeping, listening to leaves dancing with the wind and the owls continuously hooting. Tonight was different; the beautiful stars did a good job of taking your breath away.

Ellie felt it again, the warmth enveloping her heart, contrasting with the cold breeze. Her eyes noticed your amazed ones gazing up at the stars; you were experiencing the same feeling she'd get when stargazing alone. No words were needed for her to understand that you enjoyed this moment. She smiled to herself, realizing how easy it was to put sparkles in your eyes.

Did you naturally enjoy the same things as her, or was it the fact that you were spending time with her that made you start to like the same things she did?

Either way, it made Ellie fall for you even more, and she hoped that this special moment made you feel the same way. But if her hope turned out to be useless, she would take action and make you fall for her.

You laid down more comfortably while keeping your eyes on the stars. Ellie followed you and scooted next to you. Her eyes were also fixated on the stars, but you could tell she was lost in her thoughts when you looked at her.

After a few minutes of silence, Ellie broke it. "did you know that when you look at the stars, you're actually looking back in time?" She turned her head to face you, the moonlight illuminating your face just right.

"isn't it because of the time it takes for the light to reach us or something?"

Ellie smiled. You were the only person who would let her ramble about the things she was passionate about. "yeah, the light from the closest star takes over four years to reach us, and light from more distant stars can take thousands or even millions of years to get here."

Never in your life would you have thought your knowledge would be expanded by a gangster, but with Ellie, you learned to expect anything from her. Maybe it was also why you were always curious about her.

"I guess time machines have competition," you said, making Ellie laugh shortly. You couldn't deny it: it was pleasing to hear her softly laughing at your jokes, even when you weren't purposely funny. Something about it made you want to hear more.

Ellie looked at you, still lying down next to her. She wanted to tell you something, but every time she opened her mouth, only uncontrollable laughs came out. You smiled, trying to contain your own laugh, but the sight of her struggling to tell her joke was too hilarious. You put your hand on her shoulder to shake her a little. "come on, what's so funny?"

Ellie tried to calm herself down. She inhaled deeply while closing her eyes. "nothing, I was just... thinking about something stupid."

You sat up, still keeping your eyes on hers. You were used to her stupid jokes. "just tell me man," your voice desperate to hear her joke. It was her chance to make you laugh too.

"you're picking up my phrases," Ellie noted. She smiled proudly, still teasing you by not saying what was making her laugh earlier. You pushed her shoulder slightly, inviting her to let it out.

"ok,fine,it's the story of an elephant and a camel..." Ellie tried her best to control her shaky voice, but you already laughing didn't help. "you're not even letting me start"

You covered your mouth and bit your lip not to let out another laugh and listened to her.

Ellie took another breath before continuing, keeping her eyes on you. "so the elephant asks the camel, 'Why do you have boobs on your back?' The camel replies, 'I don't know; at least I don't have a dick on my face.'" Ellie's voice progressively pitched up before she exploded with laughter, making you laugh even harder.

You wondered how she came up with something so out of pocket.

The tears streaming down your face as you held your stomach made her smile in victory. She made sure to capture this moment in her memory and hoped that moments like these would never stop.

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Though Ellie found herself not admiring the stars in the sky as much as usual, she still considered looking at you as "stargazing."

Why would she drift her eyes away from you when you were the most beautiful star she had ever seen? All she needed was your word, and she'd create a whole new universe for you.

Your arms were touching as both of you lay down, neither of you moving away. You finally understood why Ellie liked physical touch. Her forearm stole your attention from the stars for a moment. You had never seen her tattoo until now. Ellie always wore her jacket, but now that it was on your shoulders, it was the first time you saw it.

A large moth alongside some plants adorned her arm. You couldn’t help but trace the plants down with your fingers, feeling Ellie's warm skin. You wondered how she was not shivering in the cold outside when you were literally freezing inside.

She hoped you didn't hear her heart pounding so loudly in her chest.

"it's's ferns," Ellie said, looking at you, then at her own tattoo before lifting her forearm up so you could see it better under the moonlight. She pointed at the plants she was talking about.

"is there a meaning behind this?" Your fingers traced lower, around the moth, unforgivingly making Ellie's heart beat faster. Ellie swore it could explode if you kept touching her so softly.

When you asked the meaning of her tattoo, it brought her back to how her relationship with Joel was before she ran away. Until this day, she wished she could go back in time and change the past to make the present better. It was still hard for her to turn the page, to get to the next chapter.

"not much, just something cheesy. You're going to find it cringe."

like it's new? just tell me; I promise I won't judge." You removed your hand, and Ellie lowered her forearm.

Ellie rolled her eyes at your smirk. "fine, it means being drawn to the light. Like when you're in the darkness and totally hopeless... instead of giving up, you should look for the light... some stupid stuff that makes me think of Joel."

You smiled at her thoughtful words. Your eyes finally left her tattoo to look at her embarrassed face. You realized how much this tattoo meant to her. "that's cute... a little bit cheesy, but I like it."

Feeling your persistent gaze on her, she suddenly found the stars more interesting to look at. Her heart was beating happily, no regrets surfacing from telling you something personal.

You were seriously starting to like her flustered reactions, her pupils dilating in the moonlight making her green eyes ten times more mesmerizing, her nervousness making her cheeks turn red and her breath unsteady.

A part of you hoped you were the only person in the world able to make her feel like this.

"Is there something you're bad at?" Ellie cleared her throat. She sat up, trying to take back control of her body, hoping it would make the effects on her go away.

"why do you want to know?"

"just curious." Ellie's eyes gazed at the stars, then at her thighs, not really knowing where to look but still avoiding looking back at you. "I mean, you play pachinko like a pro. Does your dad secretly own a casino or something?"

"If he did, we wouldn't be kicked out. Also, he used to be in a gang. he couldn't even properly hold a gun, so I can't imagine him owning a casino." The idea of your dad owning a casino or just being the head of some big business was too unbelievable; it'd belong in fictional stories.

"your dad? holding guns? what for?"

And so it was your turn to rant, exchanging roles with Ellie. She was carefully listening while you were focsued on talking, casually oversharing to a girl you met this week like she was your best friend. Your trust issues always made you keep quiet, but something told you that trusting Ellie wasn't a mistake.

Everything was told, from your dad's past job as a gangster to your mom who selfishly cheated on him to you selling clothes to sustain your own primary needs (fulfilling your closet of Lolita clothes). It was normal for Ellie to be on your dad's side. She also grew empathy over your grandma, who also played a role in raising you.

She finally understood the real reasons why you refused to join her gang.

You also revealed your successful lying tactics to get money from your dad, which she disagreed with. It was hilarious how a gangster like her thought your tactics crossed the line.

"that's kinda evil."

"he's not at the age when an emotional shock instantly gives you a heart attack... but I stopped lying anyway," you justified. You considered lying okay, but directly stealing your dad's money was beyond your morals.

Ellie raised her eyebrows at you, the moonlight making her green orbs clearly visible. "trust me, if you keep doing this, you're going to be the reason he'll age as fast as the speed of light." Her sarcastic tone still made you think of your actions.

"also, did you know that if he was, by pure luck, thrown in space and stayed one year there away from you, 7071 years would have passed on Earth?" Ellie added. "It's like the ultimate long-distance relationship." A light chuckle escaped from her as she casually switched the conversation to drop a joke about the theory of relativity, making you wonder how she even had so much knowledge.

You were the only person she liked telling stupid jokes to.

Ellie laughed even more at your confused face. "I'm not making this up; it's true. To be able to make a time machine, it has to go as fast as the speed of light... Einstein said it." Ellie's eyes pierced through yours to make you believe her words.

"nerd."

"got a problem with nerds?" Ellie retorted, faking being offended.

"why'd you take it as an insult?" you clapped back as your eyes met hers.

Ellie turned her eyes from your lips forming a smile to the sky again. "because you said it like it was an insult."

"I have nothing against nerds," you reassured Ellie, stealing a last glance at her before copying her and looking at the sky as well. The dark blue hues coloring the sky enhanced the shining stars beautifully, like Ellie entering your boring life out of nowhere even though you didn't ask. You'd be lying if you said she wasn't making you feel things.

Your heart beating a little bit faster, being unable to retain your smile, and your eyes getting lost in admiration. These were familiar feelings you'd get from buying Lolita clothes, but unfamiliar feelings towards people. You didn't know what words to put on this feeling. Yes, it was love, but it was only platonic, right?

But you certainly knew that you enjoyed whatever was going on between you two a little too much.

If there was a shooting star, you'd wish for this night to be eternal.

"you better," ellie muttered because she was not done ranting to you about space. Not only for this night but hopefully forever,she hoped youll always stick by her side no matter what.

Unfortunately,no matter how much time and effort Ellie would put into learn about the universe, a lot of mysteries remained unfolded. "you still didn't answer my question, though."

You didn't even realize you dodged Ellie's question as you talked. There were many things you were bad at, gave up trying to learn, and never tried before.

After answering her,you caught Ellie smirking mischievously before she put M&M's in her mouth, munching as she went back to her room. You stayed on the roof as she told you to.

Hearing a loud 'bump' followed by a 'shit', you turned your head. Ellie walked back to you, holding a guitar with one hand and soothing her head with the other.

"you know we can just go back—" you looked up at her as she put her guitar down.

"no, it's fine, there's no one else around," Ellie said, sitting down next to you before softly strumming her guitar.

"just us." Ellie smiled at you while tuning her guitar to standard.

You didn’t know why, but you looked away from her eyes as your lips curved into a smile too. Feeling like you would explode if you kept looking at her, instead, your eyes drifted to the moth on her guitar.

The same moth on her tattoo was drawn next to the soundhole. Ellie told you Joel made it for her for her latest birthday. You didn't know much about Joel, but you knew enough to assume he truly cared about Ellie.

Ellie tried to calm herself down; her palms were sweating, and her hands slightly shaking. Even though she wasn’t showing off to a big public, she was still nervous playing in front of you.

"do you want me to play something?" was all Ellie managed to say. She realized she should have been careful with what she asked. "vesides classical music, I'm not into that choir and orchestral stuff as you can see."

"I don't only listen to that," you rolled your eyes at her statement. Classical music was certainly your favorite genre, but with indie and jazz, your music taste was hardly limited to one genre. "do you know Lamp?" You weren't surprised to see her nodding in refusal. It was your turn to make her discover your interest.

After making her listen to 'For Lovers' by the band with your MP3 player, Ellie picked up her guitar and started to learn how to play the song.

Her finding the right chords just from listening to the song over and over again easily impressed you.

You didn't pick any random song; it was one of your favorites, and listening to it felt like opening a love letter from someone you love.

Ellie kept practicing, determined to put more stars in your eyes than there were in the sky.

Your eyes drifted from her beautifully focused face to her calloused hands and fingers fingerpicking the strings. You wondered if you were the only one who ever got to see her like this, playing for you. For the first time in your existence, someone made you feel special.

Not clothes but an actual person.

It was so easy for Ellie to hit the right spots in your heart, whether it was from smiling, telling you stupid jokes, or playing this lovely melody.

To make this moment even more magical, a star stole both of your attention; it was brighter than the other ones as it quickly flew across the sky.

Ellie put her guitar aside, taking time to appreciate the uncommon scenery in her eyes.

It was in this moment that things like grabbing your hand and squeezing it made you melt in love.

There was clearly nothing platonic about this moment, you thought.

Ellie’s eyes didn't leave the star until it was out of sight, still holding your hand.

"did you make a wish?" Ellie whispered as she turned to look at you, feeling all giddy inside.

She wasn't nervous to look into your eyes; she wanted to see every single reaction, she wanted to see if she had an effect on you.

Her eyes bore into yours, trying to read your mind, trying to act as if she wasn't desperate to kiss your lips at this moment.

"as if I'll tell you."

Like treasures locked inside chests, both of you kept what turned out to be the same secret.

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You didn't want the sun to rise too soon, making the stars disappear, outshined by the moon.

You didn't want this night to end too soon.

A storm suddenly struck, and rain poured heavily outside, so you and Ellie got back into her room before your clothes could soak. Ellie suggested you stay overnight, to which you agreed.

With the sound of rain hitting the windows in vain, you changed into Ellie’s clothes for sleeping after she brought you to the bathroom.

You could hear Ellie practicing the song you recommended from her room, and you couldn't help but feel touched.

She was getting better and would soon perform just for you.

You smiled as you finished putting on her black sweatpants, her dialogue replaying in your mind.

"what's wrong, scared you won't look cute in those?" Ellie had teased, holding out her large black tee and black sweatpants, which looked so comfy to sleep in.

"no," you rolled your eyes at her teasing, "I was just wondering if you were okay with me wearing your stuff."

Ellie loved your reaction. She was convinced you’d look cute in her clothes. It wasn’t hard convincing you, but if she was you,she knew she wouldn't be able to pull off your frilly dresses as well as you. Ellie found you so mesmerizing that she was persuaded you'd look good in anything. "as long as you don’t have fleas on you, it’s fine."

Your lips curved into a smile as you looked at yourself in the mirror, but Ellie’s smile was bigger when she saw you walking back to her room.

She was so happy just matching clothes with you.

After Joel shouted for Ellie to stop playing the guitar at 1 a.m., both of you slipped under the warm covers, giggling and talking until you fell asleep.

In just one day, you had already made so many memories, each too precious to forget.

And in just a few days, you bonded with someone you never thought you’d like in your life.

Ellie lay still on her back beside you, looking at the ceiling, trying her best not to seem awkward. With you so close, her heart was flooding with love, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time. S

he didn’t want a single second to go to waste; otherwise, she’d feel miserable. So instead of sleeping, she stayed up with you.

You were lying on your side, admiring her profile while Ellie kept her eyes averted. Suddenly, you thought about the first day you met her and how you had successfully scammed her. Ellie was really smart, and it was surprising she hadn’t seen through your scam. Something told you she might have heard of your father getting caught for selling fake luxury clothes.

"what would you do if I told you the clothes I sold you were fake?" you asked, already anticipating all the ways she could respond. The worst she could do was end your friendship.

Ellie huffed and turned to look at you in the eyes, "I’d probably drag you with me and lock you in my basement, leaving you there until you die of hunger and boredom."

You scanned for any sign of playfulness, but to your surprise, Ellie actually looked serious. Even though both of you became friends afterward, it would still count as a betrayal for lying to her. When Ellie leaned into you with a serious look on her face, you instantly regretted saying this, not even knowing what pushed you to reveal it in the first place.

She tilted her head to the side. "don’t tell me you’re actually being for real?" Her voice was low with a hint of curiosity, slightly threatening you to tell the truth.

You felt her warm breath hitting your face. You tried to keep eye contact, but something drew your attention to her lips.

A small red crumb of M&M's was on the corner of her lips.

Ellie noticed where your eyes were lingering, and her cheeks instantly turned as red as the M&M.

"um, you have something here," you said, pointing at your own lips so she could mirror you and take it off.

The sight of the crumb staying there despite how many times she wiped her lips made you laugh softly.

"don’t change the subject," Ellie said, keeping her eyes on yours as she kept wiping her lips, still missing the crumb.

"it's still there," you sighed at her struggle, wondering if she was doing it on purpose. You reached your hand towards her lips to help her.

Ellie caught your wrist to stop you, her eyes boring into yours, still waiting for you to explain yourself.

You unconsciously licked your lips, and with her strong grip and lingering gaze, you were slightly scared at first, but the smirk forming on her face was enough to make your stomach flip uncontrollably.

Even if she tried to seem serious, it turned you on more than anything.

Your eyes drifted from the crumb to her kissable lips, and your heartbeat quickened as your imagination went wild.

How would it feel to be pinned by her?

How would her lips feel against yours?

You also wondered.

How would Ellie kiss you?

All of those unusual questions occupied your mind without answers, driving you crazy. Ellie was driving you crazy.

As much as you wanted her to pin you down and release the tension, the urge to finally tell her you scammed her and not keep any more secrets made you speak up. "okay, fine, it’s true."

You apologized sincerely, hoping Ellie would forgive your dishonest act. If you were her, you'd definitely feel betrayed and question your friendship, but to your surprise, Ellie’s face curved into a goofy smile before she laughed out loud.

It was a lighthearted laugh.

Her unexpected reaction absolutely flabbergasted you.

She was just playing with you all this time.

Ellie never knew she could seem that scary, and it secretly filled her with pride.

Ellie gently released your grip.

"I knew it," Ellie laughed, still keeping her eyes on you. She knew about you and your father's doings from the beginning.

Though your intuition was right, it didn't stop the feeling of shock from washing over you.

"why’d you buy my clothes then?" your voice was filled with curiosity and incomprehension.

"you know, I was actually surprised you’d let me walk into your house just like that," Ellie's lips formed a smirk, a malicious one. "uou made everything a lot easier for me, and you had no idea what I was planning to do." Ellie looked at you, trying to make you guess by yourself.

It is only now that you realized how naive you were. The more you talked with Ellie, the more stupid you felt.

With the malicious tone in her voice, it was evident Ellie did have bad intentions, stalking your dad to your house.

"just say it. I’m too tired for this."

"don't like guessing games, hm?"

"you wanted to bomb my entire house?"

"what? no, come on, you're a smart girl."

Your mind replayed the first day you met Ellie. She was just another stupid gangster to you, someone who’d get into useless fights and an outlaw who would do anything they wanted just for money. "I guess stealing my clothes so you could resell them to people who’ve never heard of my dad's scandal? I dont think reselling them in Tokyo is a g--"

Ellie shot you a proud smile. "yeah, I know, but it's not the reason why I gave up. With your grandma acting like a literal control tower, I couldn’t try anything."

She still bought the black jacket because she needed it and couldn’t find any other shops that would satisfy her demands.

At this very moment, you’ve never felt so grateful to have your grandma guarding your house. "thank God. I hope you fail miserably again at your next try."

Ellie nodded. "stealing is not fun. I stopped after helping find your bag. I’m sorry."

Her eyes showed pure honesty. You finally admitted lying to her, and Ellie stopped being troublesome.

In the end, everything turned out fine.

"It's okay... can you also say how much of a good influence I am?" You smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"you're into praises?"

"I'm not giving you the answer to that. you're a smart girl."

"you—oh my God, you could have told me earlier, and here I thought I only had to play guitar to make you all shy and flustered." Ellie looked at you with exaggeratedly unbelievable eyes.

You rolled your eyes at her, okay with admitting your lies but not with admitting you have a soft spot for her. "you played horribly."

"don't act like I didn't see you drooling over me." Ellie didn’t miss your adorable gaze on her when she was playing; that's when she knew she already had you wrapped around her finger.

"don't act like I didn't catch you staring at me all night." You also didn’t miss how persistent Ellie’s loving glances were. You were used to getting stares while walking in public, and at first, it would bother you. But you surely knew that you grew fond of having Ellie’s eyes on you, filled with admiration.

It did take a long time for both of you to finally fall asleep. Conversing this much for this long was unusual for you and took a bit of your energy, but it didn't mean you didn't like talking with Ellie.

You fell asleep first, laying on your side as you used your hands as a pillow. Your soft hums and breaths were like a melodic lullaby to Ellie’s ears.

Despite rambling about everything and anything all night, there was still a lot she didn't say.

Like telling you she wished you’d called her that day she hadn’t seen you at all. That even if she was busy, she'd spare some time exclusively for you.

That day passed like a month to her, and she really missed you.

Ellie let herself fall asleep facing you, hopeful to wake up to your adorable face.

She fell into a restless sleep, dreaming about you and all the wholesome things she wished she could have done with you this night.