#as something to make fun of. but i also think parts of the text and HD are very sympathetic and humanizing to him

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

If It Were Anyone Else

Go Hyun-tak x reader.

Okay, so this is a fic based on something that happened when I was in high school. I kinda wanna do a few stories based around things I did as a teen or things conversations I've had with friends. Because we did some wild things. I already did one with Niragi from Alice In Borderland.

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update.

Summary: Your boyfriend got in a fight. So you stepped in to stop him.

Hyun-tak was a quiet force. Sure, he could be loud. He could make a room pay attention to him with a simple smile. He was caring. He was protective of those he cared for the most. When someone disrespected anyone he held dear, it was like a storm had been awoken. He knew when to hold back and when to go full force. So seeing him in a fight wasn’t exactly uncommon for you.

You were used to cleaning him up, asking if he was okay, begging him not to do it again. Because you couldn’t stand to see him hurt. He never made a promise he couldn’t keep. But he always promised he’d come back to you.

The day had started fine. It had been a fun day, well as fun as you can get when it comes to school. It was Gotak and your friends who made your days good. The day had been filled with laughter. So when you saw a crowd had formed in your first class after lunch, you were shocked to see Gotak in the centre of it all. 

There he was, trading punches with someone. It was someone you both knew, not a friend, perhaps, but still someone you had been friendly with. The two were punching each other, dodging and trading harsh words. 

You didn’t really think. You just acted. All you knew was that Gotak looked angrier than you had ever seen him. You’d never seen that much hurt in his eyes before. So you moved. You didn’t want him to do something he’d regret. It was stupid, incredibly stupid for you to jump between the two. You stepped in front of a man who was only seeing red at this point. Baku had tried to reach out to stop you, but you had been too quick. Your bag sat at his feet.

His knuckle was inches from your nose. Gotak’s fist was frozen midair. Everyone froze. Your heart was racing before you had been so close to being punched by the person you cared about most in the world, and you knew it would have been your fault. But you also knew Gotak would have blamed himself. He always did when you got hurt. 

The two of you locked eyes for a moment. A moment that felt like an eternity. You swallowed down your nerves and gently lifted your hand to carefully take hold of his fist. You lowered his hand and gently squeezed it. “Let’s go for a walk, Hyun.” Your voice was soft, slightly shaky, but grounding. 

Hyun-tak nodded his head and walked through the crowd. You turned to the guy who had been a part of the fight. You then grabbed Hyun-tak’s bag and then yours. You and Baku shared a look. 

“I’ll text you when he’s okay.” You told Baku before jogging off to Hyun-tak’s side. The two of you walked side by side, you made your way to the roof. No one would be up there. It could be just the two of you. You were right, when you had made it to the roof, it was silent. The quiet was welcomed. You set your bags down to lean against a wall before you opened your bag to get out your first aid kit. You watched Hyun-tak for a moment as he sat down.

You walked over to the male and sat down beside him. “Are you okay?” You asked him softly. You wanted to clean him up, but you had to wait. Just a little for him to get out of his head, for him to tell you that he was ready. Sometimes he just needs a moment. “I don’t need to know what he said or did. Not until you’re ready. But are you okay?”

“I only stopped because it was you.” He told you honestly, like your question didn’t even register in his brain. “If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have stopped.” Your heart fluttered at his words. It was honest. It was raw. You could hear the tremble in his voice, his eyes watered, and tears threatened to spill. “I almost hurt you.” He placed his right hand in yours. A silent way of telling you that you could take care of him.

“But you stopped yourself. I was the one you stood between the two of you. If I had gotten hurt, that would have been on me. Not you.” You explained to him as you began to clean his knuckles. 

“I saw red, I couldn’t even think and then.. There you were. Right in front of me, and I could breathe again. I could stop. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have stopped. I don’t think I would have been able to.” You were thankful that he was opening up like this. It showed he trusted you to be vulnerable with you. You appreciated that.

“Even Baku?” You asked him curiously. 

“Even Baku.” He confirmed as he nodded his head, a small but dopey smile on his face. 

“But he’s your best friend. I’m sure he would have brought you back.” You told him as you began to bandage his knuckles. 

“But you’re everything.” He told you with a small smile on his face. You felt your face heat up as you smiled bashfully at him. 

“When you say things like that, it almost sounds like you like.” You told him teasingly. A bright yet cheeky smile on your face. It was Hyun-tak’s favourite smile of yours. 

“Hm, I’ll try harder to make them sound like I love you.” He gently pulled you closer to his body. He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you close. His head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Are you okay, my love?” You asked quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

You felt your top starting to become wet, and his body shook. “I am now, you’re here.” 

With a kiss to the crown of his head, the two of you stayed like that, on the roof, safe in each other’s arms. No one would bother you. It was quiet. Comfortable and all knowing. Hyun-tak would tell you why the fight happened, and he would tell you when he was ready. But for now, you were content with stroking his hair as you held each other, as he cried, letting out all his emotions. 

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[buurmanuitwien]

lfde

famous!reader x joost

fem!reader x joost

description: you and joost made the mutual decision to keep their relationship private and out of the public eye when you started dating. many years down the road, joost leaves a surprising comment on an edit of you. chaos ensues.

//very fluffy, like tooth rotting, angst if you look under a microscope

word count: 1.7k

WARNING: RPF FANFICTION AHEAD

No one knew the two of you were dating, in fact, the public viewed both of you as chronically single. The decision to keep your relationship private was made due to both of your sizable fanbases. Each of you were famous in your own rite, but both of you knew both the joys and struggles of being in the public eye. False rumors, creepy fans, and little privacy was enough to make the decision an easy one. 

At the time.

Over the years, as you and Joost finally realized that you were it for each other, no doubt about it, you started to feel the pull to express your love for him publicly. Your 5 year anniversary was the hard, your poor friends following your finsta were bombarded with photos of the two of you. But the part of you that wanted to let the world know that Joost was yours, and has always been yours, was still clawing away at you.

However, you knew Joost. He was a (your) wonderful, loving, kind, fun guy. But he also was anxious, guarded. He kept the things he loved close to him as if they’d slip away at a moment's notice, and he was right to think that opening a relationship up to the public eye would change things.  You agree, but you also think that you're at the place in your relationship where you could withstand pretty much anything. You didn’t know if Joost would agree though, and you didn’t ask.

So imagine your surprise that one morning. You wake up, sun bathing the room in a light glow as your bedroom’s curtains hang stiffly in their daytime positions. The spot next to you in bed is unfortunately cold. You sigh, disappointed but not surprised. His album was very close to being done, and you knew how he got when the finish line was in sight. 

You reach to your nightstand to grab your phone, only to be met with something slimy. You yelp in surprise to see your fingers are covered in grape jelly. You turn to see a plate of toast, a cup of water, and a note laying on your nightstand.

sorry lfde,

tantu coming in early 4 finishing touches. i’ll bring home the usb, you’ll love it. also, i made breakfast B)

ik hou van je lieverd

joost :p

You grinned cheesily at the note, gently folding it up and placing it in the top drawer. You had accidentally started collecting them– you couldn’t help it! You loved everything about the notes, from Joost's messy scrawl, him drawing out text emojis, to him being too lazy to spell out “liefde” and shortening it to “lfde” (a very common thing for him to do, but it’s okay, you think it’s hilarious). It’s all so very endearing and so very Joost. Not to mention the also knowing the project he had put all his time and effort into was finally going to be shared with you. He had yet to tell you much about it, you didn’t even know the title. 

You surveyed the toast before taking the plate into your hand. As you were taking your first bite, you turned on your phone. 8:18? Not bad, especially for a Friday. 26 various missed calls and 47 texts? Very bad, for literally any time. Your friends had called you a bunch, and spam texted. “WTF why didn’t u tell me u were spillin” and “do u know he did this” were a few that stuck out. As you frantically scrolled through your notifs, desperately trying to figure out what had gone on, you reached the last two notifications. Second to last was Apson, who left a simple “You’re cooked”.

Last was Joost, at 4 in the morning no less. He had woken up that early? He sent a link to a Tiktok, and said “damn.”  You clicked the link to the Tiktok, and you can honestly say you were surprised.

Now, with a fanbase comes fan edits. You know this. As narcissistic as it may be, you watch a few of the ones that make you look like a badass when you need an ego boost. You rarely watch, however, the thirst ones. Of yourself at least, Joost is a different story. But here you were, watching a spliced video of you at an event where you decided to wear a particularly revealing outfit. You giggled like a child a bit at the thought that Joost saw it, watched it, but then your eyes drifted to the bottom left corner of the screen. 

“Joost reposted”

You inhaled sharply. Has anyone besides your friends noticed? You ran to the comment section to see. Accidentally doing yourself in, you read the top comment.

Joost: smash

[Liked by creator]

You stared frozen at the screen for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. You could be pissed at him, really you could. You could shoot him a text right now about the logistics of how to go about this and such– or you could take it as a challenge. You bit your lip and reopened your messages.

You: oooh u wanna play this game?

You were happy to see the text bubble pop up within the minute.

Joost: if you up me i will up you two times ᕙ(  •̀ ᗜ •́  )ᕗ

Alright, bet. You had envisioned soft launching him more times than you could count, so opening Instagram and making a story was almost muscle memory. You inserted a photo of him and the comically oversized stuffed bears he got you for your first anniversary and began cropping. It ended up only being two bears with Joost’s legs and arm in the photo but still– his tattoo was visible. If you knew what to look for, you knew. And now, people were looking. You added the Beatles “Here Comes the Sun” in the back and hit post to the story.

Five minutes later:

Joost: oke so we’re doing this 

An additional five minutes later:

Joost: check tiktok

Tikok? Okay. Chances are, he was not lying about upping you. You opened the app immediately, as excited as a child opening Christmas gifts. You watched his latest video, eyes glued to the screen. It’s old, probably taken two or three years ago, and it starts with Joost's face filling the entire screen. His expression blank, he slowly pans the camera out and up as a remix of ZIPLOC by Tyler the Creator and 4:44 by Jay-Z played, revealing his head on your lower stomach and your thighs resting over his shoulders. You gasped as the camera pans to show your face, and video-you proceed to stick your tongue out playfully and snake your hand into his hair to give him a playful ruffle. His face erupts in glee, and the video replays.

He’d fucking done it. Both of your faces were fully in that, fully visible!  There was no way anyone could mistake you as anything but his, and him as anyone but yours. You rolled around in bed, overflowing from happiness, before sitting straight up and snatching back your phone. Sure this was cute, but you couldn’t let him win. Okay, time to reopen Instagram. A main post to a platform with double digit million followers oughta do the trick! You selected a recent photo of the two of you. You’d taken it on a digital camera, on the couch of a friend's apartment during a get together. You have one wired earbud in your left ear, and Joost has the other in his right. Joost is dead asleep, his head resting on your shoulder, eyes peacefully shut. Your head is resting on his, your face smiling sweetly into the camera. You shakily copy and paste “oke so we’re doing this” and let out a small chuckle before hitting post and instantly chucking your phone across the room.

The nerves have hit you. This was dumb, so dumb,  and god you’d be lucky if your PR manager didn’t kill you. But also, it cannot be that bad right? Right?

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It can. Nine long hours have passed since you’ve posted the photo and Joost hasn’t acknowledged it. Didn’t like it, didn’t comment, didn’t reply to your taunting “haha i win” text. Nothing. Radio silence. Your friends have been blowing up your phone but you won’t reply yet. You won’t make any other moves until Joost makes his. 

You stare at your phone screen, waiting for something, anything to happen. Jesus christ, thank FUCK it does. Spotify shockingly sends the notification:

An Artist You Follow Just Dropped!

Joost just dropped an album! Listen now on Spotify.

He did what?? You quickly check his social media and right on his story: an album cover with the text “album three months early. no promotion. i win.”

What. Did. This. Bastard. Do. You run to Spotify, and hit play. The opening track starts to play and… what the fuck? You knew he was experimenting with other music styles. He’d told you about trying to lean more emo on a track, and the sheer amount of My Chemical Romance he played while making it made you feel as though you were back in middle school. But this was so soft, shockingly so for Joost’s recent style. And then there are the lyrics. It was very Paul Mccartney-esque, with two characters' love story being told over the course of the song. While Lelie and… Grug’s tale was incredibly over the top and dramatic, the chorus was very different. The way Grug spoke about Lelie was poetic and gentle, true love pouring from every word. You listen in shock because, this… this was the Joost you got on Saturday mornings, sappy and sweet. You click on the song see the title: lfde

You let out a noise of pure shock and glee right as you hear the door to your apartment slam. “I win! I win ! I win, I win, I win!” Joost chants, and you leap up to meet him. 

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a/n: fully wrote this with reader being an f1 driver in mind. just thought id share. also forgive me for bad grammar / punctuation or anything of the sort english is not my first language LOL. i also ihave another version of this that ends differently so if anyone wants that lmk!! n i take requests :P

[34saveme34]

Honestly I feel like at this point maybe we should put together a bingo on how WPNZ and Puzzles would interact and behave together because we have genuinely so much out there. from bickering friends to lovers- to Puzzles will ruin WPNZ with man's worst tool: manipulation

Also because I'm a huge nerd and a little, a tiny bit aro (read: I'm actually kinda weird w romantic feelings despite being a hopeless romantic) I wanna talk about what i mean by what's even considered canon because like. the word itself. (and putting it under read more because I. yap)

Because that would mean that "the pairing is in the text in a shipping sense" which. they are actually. I mean cmon this is a meme show, showing us a pairing in a show like this with jokes, it's only fitting!!

And I know the whole like "but they're not together!!!" well does that mean their relationship is invalid and holds no merit? That someone can't envision them having feelings for each other, hell, even argue they have them in the show itself? Do they have to date AND outright state that they're dating in the show for it to be worth anything? The way how you just have to be official and clear and can't be real otherwise, something that's EVEN WORSE when it comes to sexuality, with how some people work with "straight until proven otherwise" and the like.

Which I'm pretty sure I've seen with 34 as well, even like. I think it was even just a year ago that I saw a comment like that, took a screenshot that I posted here to make fun of it. Because it's like- not enough to prove their value, despite being so heavily there. But even if it were only subtext, it shouldn't be ignored the way it is by some people, even if it has deeply annoying fans.

And like relationship status in general shouldn't matter. Like for example, imagine if they get together and then broke up. Does that mean that they're now not canon, that they're meaningless? Relationship status in this in general holds so much status that I really really dislike and like the focus on it for canonicity has me deeply annoyed.

Like fuck, dude, if 2 people get together who don't actually have feelings for each other and don't have any chemistry either, do you still consider it canon and valuable despite it being pretty much forced and devoid of feeling? Maybe some basic things are actually present but it feels too bland and boring to the point of being unrealistic and yet they may call each other partners so you feel good about shipping it because they said so you must do it too?

I mean why am I asking the question, I know that these "canon" purists already do that, shipping things because they so happened to be in a relationship.

Btw while I'm here, considering I'm putting this on your post, as a fellow ace attorney fan, narumitsu and klapollo are the same way for me as well. They both have so much value yet because in canon they're not actually together there's still people who call it fake or impossible, like I've seen it (also yknow how I felt about the one comment that said Apollo dislikes Klavier), which is so silly because like. For Phoenix and Miles, yes, in text they're not dating or anything of that caliber but they have like. matching rings as merch if I remember right? Also like the support from a lot of people from the team and like the whole yaoi inspiration for the games like. I'm apalled. This is why I never liked canon culture, sorry I've put a whole rant on your post lol.

Though there's another part where they never call friendships canon, it's always about romantic pairings, once again this feeling that like- the fandom world is so romance focused and otherwise seems to care less about other stuff, like the title "canon" you can only earn with the power of a officially declared romantic pairing which makes me sad.

What are your thoughts on the Gunshow (Mr. WPNZ x Mr. Puzzles) ship?

If I add to sum it up in a phrase, it would be: t4t toxic yuri

ADJKL;K But no seriously, I've mentioned before that I'm okay/pretty neutral when it comes to most ships. Gunshow, or as I personally call it "hitshow", is very fascinating to me. You have these two complex characters (which kudos to the Team) that you can understand why they would connect. One was neglected and dismissed by the only family, the other was born to be a literal weapon. Lonely people finding each other. I mean, if my previous talks about them should be any indication of anything, it would be that I like character complexity haha

It started bc seeing the cool fanart got my mind to click on the potential for these two. So yes, I definitely ship it and wish we get a mini arc dedicated to them becoming partners-in-crime!! Full on acquaintances to divorced to friends (to possibly lovers). And forming the villain team ig lol

Wouldn't it be fun to have an antagonist couple in the show? Just saying 👀

(I do wanna say this sort-of PSA about ships: like hey, you do you. If I personally don't like it, I move on, it should be that simple. It's ok if you don't like it, you aren't forced to, but also don't go harassing other people just bc they don't like what you like. Let's keep this civil, please)

thanks for the ask, anon!

[thedeafprophet]

there's some wider thoughts and commentary to be had on the portrayal of 'madness' in the neath and The Royal Behtlehem Hotel, in ways that I think it is both sympathetic and humanizing of people, while also still falling into portraying it as a joke and making a mockery of things, combined with the question of how this ties into it all with the real world horrific history of the bethlehem hospital and what thats means for it to portray it in such a way

but i dont even know where to start or if its even a topic i can speak on

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

I sincerely think if Dennis Reynolds and Jeff Winger were to makeout, it would benefit them both immensely, in fact, it’d be good for their health

[synthaphone]

so there's a Stop Making Sense cover album coming out in honor of the movie's 40th anniversary, and i listened to the preview tracks that are out, and the best thing about it so far, for me, is that its reminded me that Girlfriend is Better is a really fucking good song

[batsplat]

deeply compelled by this photo

[space-spring]

[gilfrespecter]

Listening to coinstar by the growlers and thinking about mel so hard I get nauseous

Ridiculous stream of conscious in the tags apologies but not really

[someobscurereference]

gotta ask, whats your favourite bizarre headcanon that has zero or maybe even negative canon backing/basis. mine is that ophelia is the result of a magic accident and only has odin's genetics

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST ASK IN THE WORLD AJDJSKSD LOVE THAT HC FOR YOU

I’m trying so hard to think of what would count as bizarre. I have so many AUs and so many of them are joke-y, lol.

OH WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED my hc that Owain once propositioned Gerome purely and only because he thinks Inigo would hate that they got action before he did and he was pissed at Inigo at the time.

[cosmicredcadet]

Trying to decide if in my monkie kid rewrite I spend time developing Goliath spider or if I add Spindrax and do something with her.... Or maybe both???

[eldritchamy]

INTERNAL DOCUMENT - FOR REVIEW PURPOSES ONLY

Proposed Anomaly Classification for Recovered Object #01039-A, pending approval

SCP-[PENDING] - "Inside Out Hurricane"

Containment Class: Euclid Keter Disruption Class: VLAM EHKI Risk Class: Danger

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-[PENDING] is contained almost entirely within the boundaries of SCP-[PENDING]-A. [PENDING]-A should be kept closed and locked at all times unless otherwise directed by Research Supervisor [Unassigned]. A perimeter is to be maintained around the lot where [PENDING]-A sits at all times by Foundation staff posing as private security. A gated fence no less than 25ft in height should be placed around all entrances to SCP-[PENDING]-A to obstruct view from publicly accessible areas near the site. Description: SCP-[PENDING]-A is a large industrial facility with hangar-style doors at either end as well as 5 smaller staff entrances. The building is approximately 150' by 490' by 35' in volume. Brand markings on the hangar are heavily degraded, but the logo appears to have superficially resembled an unusual crown-like shape composed of four sets of horns, below which is the text "Ekur Industries, est. [indecipherable]" The exterior of the building is otherwise unremarkable. SCP-[PENDING] is an intense storm contained entirely within the interior dimensions of [PENDING]-A. The storm features extraordinary wind speeds and heavy rain that fully obscures vision beyond 2.1 meters, though lightning flashes are occasionally visible through the storm. No recording equipment has been recovered after entering the storm barrier. A specially constructed anemometer anchored from outside the building measured a sustained wind speed of at least 287.4 mph (462.5 km/h, 421.5 ft/s, 128.5 m/s), exceeding the highest reliably recorded non-tornado wind speed on Earth. Gust speeds were recorded up to 422 mph before the device suffered a catastrophic failure, prior to the completion of a 5-minute mean speed test. The maximum structural integrity of the device was designed to withstand wind speeds up to 465 mph. Water samples collected after expulsion from the storm barrier are consistent with that of non-anomalous Earth seawater. A best-fit analysis suggests the water originated somewhere in the north Arabian Sea or the Persian Gulf. The internal dimensions of the storm are unknown but believed to exceed the external dimensions of the building by a considerable margin. A successful method of measuring the scale of the storm has yet to be devised.

Addendum 01039-A.02: An exploratory mission was conducted at Entrance B, one of the staff entrances to SCP-[PENDING]-A located on the southwest exterior wall. Entrance B leads to a raised section of the facility interior presumably used by a site administrator. Much of the accessible area is unremarkable, containing various maintenance equipment and standard water and electrical infrastructure. A door of unusual construction sits at the highest accessible point within Area B. The door is a seamless, dusty tan stone that leaves no gaps around the edges, has no visible handle or opening mechanism, and is featureless apart from an adjacent sign that reads, "IT IS FORBIDDEN." Addendum 01039-A.03: EXPLORATORY LOG FOR AREA B, ██/██/20██ The first sign of something unusual was Research Advisor 2381. As soon as he saw the warning sign outside the stone door, he stopped dead and pointed at it. What follows is an audio transcript for the exploratory mission, consisting of Research Team 2381 (Dr. █████ ████████), 2607 (████ ███████), Research Lead 1670 (Dr. "█████ ███" ████████), and Mission Supervisor 0983 (Dr. ██████ █████), as well as several D-Class security personnel. 2381: "No one said that sign was in Spanish." 2607: "It's not." 2381: "Exactly." 2607: "Come again?" 2381: "I'm seeing it in Spanish." 1670: "Cognitohazard?" 0983: "Not necessarily." 1670: "[2381], what was your first language?" 2381: "Spanish." 0983: "Psychic. Everyone here have anti-memetic training?" [various noises of assent} 0983: "Good. What we're dealing with just got more interesting. If there's anything conscious behind that door, it could be anything from a low level psychic to a reality bender. Keep that Kant counter on. [2607], if you hear so much as a BLIP on that thing you call it out IMMEDIATELY."

Approximately 1 hour 16 minutes later, the team successfully opened the door and proceeded inside.

2607: "Clear so far." 2381: "Let's hope it stays that way." 0983: "Well, well. What have we here?" 1670: "Mission control be advised the room looks like an office, but everything in it is...out of place. It looks more like a museum than anything. Various maps and texts pinned to the walls. Some old artifacts. Very old statuettes and things. Normal looking desk with a lot of papers on it. There's a large viewing window overlooking the storm. Can't see a fucking thing through it, of course. Can't hear it either, though, so the glass is VERY solid. Soundproofed somehow." 2381: "Map on the wall shows ... Middle East, but it's not modern. It LOOKS like it was taken from a satellite, but there's ... it's like civilization hasn't happened yet. There's almost no cities on here at all, and I don't recognize any of the names. Might need to bring in [REDACTED] from Site-██, she has a background in Assyriology." 1670: "What is that thing MADE of? Looks like leather." 2381: "Very old leather. Sheep skin, maybe? God I hope it's sheep." 1670: "Desk is covered in old writing. Paper is all falling apart old. There's a tablet, too." 0983: "Is it on?" 1670: "Uh, not that kind of tablet, sir. Some kind of clay or stone. There's writing on it, but ... it's weird." 2607: "CLICK." 0983: "What was that?" 1670: "It's ... I can read it." 2607: "Clicks, sir. Something on the Kant counter." 1670: "I don't even know what LANGUAGE this is." 2381: "I'd guess Sumerian, based on this map. If not older." 0983: "What are you reading, [2607]? 1670: "'You who would come so far, for what do you come?'" 2607: "It's coming from the statue, I think." [several audible pops from the Kant counter] 2301: "Statue ... plaque under it says ... 'The Founder, N. Lil'?" 1670: "'For what do you invoke my name? This place is not your place, our purpose is not your purpose...'" 0983: "[1670], stop reading that right now!" [popping sounds increase in frequency and volume] 1670: "'Petulant children of Amar-Utuk, things of clay and breath, by what right do you seek the unseekable, upon whose honor do you hope to know the unknowable?'" 2607: "Sir... this thing is reading something big." 0983: "I am ORDERING you to stop. Everyone out of the room, NOW. If he keeps reading it, shoot him. He's lost." 2301: "N. Lil. Where have I heard that before?" 1670: "'As I separated the sky and the firmament-'" [multiple gunshots] 1670: "-as I separated the earth from the waters, so shall my winds separate the waters from clay. This domain is not your domain, for all domains by rights are mine alone to rule. You have come too far, and you shall trespass no further." [Kant counter emits a near constant pitch until the sound of glass shattering can be heard, and the storm overtakes the room instantly. The remainder of the audio recording is 10.3 seconds of wind, rain, and thunder before the transmission abruptly ends.]

Addendum 01039-A.04: All members of Exploratory Mission 01039-B are presumed deceased. The exterior of SCP-[PENDING]-A seems to have contained the storm and prevented further breach. Entrance B has been welded shut and all pending exploratory missions are terminated until further notice. Precisely 24 hours after the mission was terminated, a Kant counter was found outside the welded door to Area B. After drying and data recovery, it is believed to be the Kant counter used by EM 01039-B. The final recording logged by the counter showed Akiva radiation and Hume distortion consistent with an Apex tier pluripotent entity. The mechanism by which the entity is contained by [PENDING]-A is unknown. Additional research funding has been requested.

Addendum 01039-A.05: Attn. Research Team 10139-A.05, Your request is denied. We were given a clear warning. Maintain perimeter and take no further actions without authorization. MTF Eta-77 and MTF Psi-7 have been notified of your status and will be in touch. Regards, O5-11

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[thebluebygracieabrams]

i don't know whether I want to be like ronan lynch or want to be with someone like him and isn't that just my entire sexuality

[thetangibleghost]

I gotta confess it is so much more fun talking to Sal as if he is a separate person like he wants and not a member of the system. He's super creative like. Its just fun.

[smilingberryy]

Animate,,, s oon,,,,,,,,,

[enhani-ki]

fuckboy!ni-ki x reader

warnings : smut, nsfw, cursing, mentions of killing, etc.

read part two

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki likes to lie and waste time.

a game player, smooth talker, and a liar when it suited him.

ni-ki knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted. he'd tell a girl she was the only one, that she was special, that he couldn't stop thinking about her, only to turn around and send the same message to someone else.

when he got what he wanted? he gets bored.

it was always the same: a few weeks, maybe a month if they were lucky, then he'd just start pulling away. no more sweet words, no more playful texts, it's dry responses and distance until they finally took the hint.

girls will cry, get angry, some even tried to plot revenge... but ni-ki? he never felt guilty.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki doesn't believe in love.

he won't date and won't do relationships. he wasn't interested doing those late-night calls or good-morning texts, and the thought of commitment made him want to laugh.

he just likes a little flirting, a little fun, love songs, fucking then moving on before things got too serious.

they liked the chase, thinking they could be the one to change him, and the idea of being the exception.

but there are no exceptions. he'd rather catch a body than catch feelings for somebody he barely knows.

ni-ki was always clear about what he wanted, even if they refused to believe him.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki was impatient.

he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and tight jaw. his fuck buddy is late and he hates waiting. it's not his style to sit around for anyone.

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. then, he spotted a familiar silhouette approaching.

finally.

and without hesitation, he reached out, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you into the shadows.

"you took your sweet time." he muttered, his lips already brushing against your ear. "i should make you pay for making me wait, don't you think?" then ni-ki started talking dirty.

your body stiffened in his grasp.

ni-ki smirked. he loves it when someone gets shy because of him but something was off.

there's no giggle or eager hands slipping on his body... only silence.

ni-ki pulled back, his eyes locked on your wide, terrified eyes.

you're a face he had never seen before.

"who the fuck are you?!" he blurted out.

"i- i'm sorry!" you stammered, breathing heavily in shock.

ni-ki's mouth opened to say something but before he could, you ran away, you ran so fast that your belongings spilled onto the floor in your rush to escape.

ni-ki cursed under his breath, running a hand down his face.

fuck.

not only he's not gonna have sex but he also accidentally just harassed a complete stranger.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki got mad, completely ghosting and blocked his fuck buddy's number.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki wasn't the type to dwell on things. if he ever made a mistake, he moved on. he's that simple.

but what happened with you? that bothered him.

maybe it was the way your eyes looked at him, it was pure fear, like he was some kind of monster... or maybe it was because he had never been the kind of guy to force himself onto someone.

he's cocky, sure. shameless, absolutely. but he never needed to resort to shit like that and now, he just left a random girl traumatized.

great.

ni-ki took your abandoned things from his bag, staring at them in irritation. he could've just tossed this somewhere and let you deal with it but it's the least he could do, right?

he looked for you everywhere and when he finally spotted you walking down the hall, he didn't hesitate to approach.

"hey."

your body stiffened instantly when you saw him, you gulped and turned, ready to leave.

ni-ki rolled his eyes and reached out, catching your wrist before you could escape. "relax," he sighed. "i'm just here to give you these…"

you hesitated but quickly grabbed your things and muttered, "thanks."

he let go but he's also expecting you to run again and he's not letting you off easily.

his fingers wrapped around your wrist again, "i'm not done..." he said. "why are you in such a hurry?"

"i gotta go…"

"oh, really?" ni-ki scoffed but released his grip. "fine. look, i'm sorry about earlier. i thought you were someone else."

"your girlfriend?"

ni-ki chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "no, i don't do girlfriends." he teased but it wasn't meant to joke or seduce. "you forgive me?"

you smiled slightly before nodding but then you tilted your head, curious. "...but why would you say something like that to someone who isn't your girlfriend?"

he smirked and leaned in again, so close you could smell his cologne.

"mind your own business, won't you?" he said and walked away.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki found you at his playground.

parties were all the same. loud music, flashing lights, people pressed up against each other like they forgot what personal space was.

ni-ki was used to it, it's his playground.

he's sitting with his friends. there's a smirk on his face while some girl clung to his arm, twirling her hair and giggling at everything he said even though he wasn't even trying to be funny.

"so, ni-ki..." she purred, leaning in close, "when are we getting out of here?"

ni-ki exhaled, he's not in the mood yet and he's ready to give a half-assed answer until his eyes flickered to the entrance where you walked in.

"huh."

you walked in, looking... insanely good wearing a dress that hugged all the right places that it made ni-ki's fuck boy brain short-circuit for a second.

the girl beside him was still talking but he wasn't listening anymore, his interest became completely derailed.

"wait here..." ni-ki muttered, removing the girl's arms off of him without another word.

she sputtered in protest but ni-ki was already gone, slipping through the crowd, with eyes locked on you.

he "accidentally" bumped into you, almost knocking you off balance then his hands instinctively gripped your waist to steady you.

"wow… you're-"

you covered yourself quickly, you crossed your arms over your chest and sent him a glare before he could even think about finishing that sentence

"what do you want?" you asked, unimpressed.

he blinked, momentarily thrown off.

"nothing." he recovered quickly, slipping his hands into his pockets.

you sighed. "have you seen my friend, f/n?"

ni-ki shook his head. "i have no idea who that is," he replied, then quickly added, "i'll help you look."

his hand landed on your shoulder but you instantly shrugged it. ni-ki scoffed at your unfriendly action, "seriously?" he asked, rolling his eyes but followed anyway, trailing beside you like he's trying to find his friend too.

his eyes kept drifting back to you. the way your hips swayed slightly as you walked, the way your hair swung when you turned your head... it was so distracting and ni-ki found himself grinning.

he was enjoying himself, honestly and he wasn't even gonna try to flirt anymore, he was just already thrilled to be by your side.

you stopped in a less crowded part of the house, scanning the room then you were pulling at your dress subtly, adjusting the hem like you're clearly uncomfortable.

ni-ki clicked his tongue "w- why are you wearing that if you're uncomfortable?"

you turned to him sharply, eyes narrowing. "why do you care?!"

"why are you so mad at me?"

"'cause i don't know what you're trying to do."

"i'm not trying do do anything to you!"

you glared at him again, adjusting your dress.

"tch." ni-ki removed his jacket and threw it at your face.

"what the hell-"

ni-ki rolled his eyes, already regretting being nice. "wear that, idiot."

you hesitated.

he sighed and turned away, "do whatever you want."

you slipped the jacket over your shoulders then ni-ki peeked at you from the corner of his eyes where he saw you practically drowning in his jacket. you looked so tiny in it, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling.

you finally spotted your friend near the drinks table, "f/n!" you called out, relieved.

your friend turned with a smile then her eyes immediately widened when she saw who was standing beside you.

"oh. my. God." she gasped, barely even acknowledging you because she's looking at ni-ki.

ni-ki smirked at her reaction, clearly used to it. "hi. what's up?"

you friend actually looked starstruck for a second before shaking herself out of it.

"why are you with him?" she whisper-yelled at you, leaning in like you just brought home a stray cat but the dangerous kind.

"he just helped me find you." you replied and without another word, you grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the exit.

"bye, ni-ki!" your friend waved at him.

ni-ki chuckled, grinning while watching the two of you rush off.

as soon as you and your friend stepped outside, she immediately started her interrogation with gleaming eyes.

"okay," she breathed, grabbing your shoulders. "do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?!"

you groaned. "it's not what you think!"

she gasped, dramatically covering her mouth. "wait… did you do it?"

you blinked. "what do you mean by it?"

she wiggled her eyebrows and giggled, playfully slapping your arm. "you know what I mean~"

you eyes widened in disgust. "i would never do it with anyone!"

she laughed as you pushed her lightly, still giggling like a schoolgirl.

"okay, okay, i believe you..." she teased. "but still, damn. ni-ki even gave you his jacket?"

she said, snatching the sleeve of the jacket and sniffed it.

you grabbed it back.

she gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. "it smells expensive… sexy, actually."

you gave her a disgusted look again and tightened the jacket around you, trying to ignore the fact that, yeah, it did smell good.

"don't get so weird about this." you warned.

she only laughed, linking her arm through yours. "now tell me more about you and ni-ki."

"there is no me and ni-ki!"

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki suddenly wants to prove that he wasn't actually the asshole you thought he was but ended messing it up.

he told himself it was over. he gave back your stuff, apologized (which, honestly, he never did for anyone), even gave you his jacket, and that should've been the end of it.

he tried not to be pushy 'cause he knew better now, but he still found ways to be around you. if he saw you at school, he'd just give a casual nod. if you were in the cafeteria, he'd sit nearby, pretending it was a coincidence. and if you caught him looking, you'd glare and he would quickly look away.

he was used to people chasing him, used to girls who always wants something from him, not someone who wanted nothing to do with him. and when you made it clear, he said "you really think the worst of me, huh?"

you crossed your arms. "can you blame me?"

ni-ki huffed a laugh. "i don't even do shit to you."

but then, you might just be playing hard to get, right?

he smirked, grabbing your phone and held it high.

"ni-ki, i swear- give it back!"

you jumped, reaching for it, but he was way taller. he tilted his head, watching you struggle, and then...

fuck it.

because he's ni-ki, he's reckless, stupid and didn't think things through... he kissed you.

it was quick, barely even a brush of lips.

he pulled back, expecting a reaction, but not the one he got.

your face twisted in disbelief before you hit him.

you smacked his chest repeatedly, pushing him, "what is wrong with you?! that was my first kiss, stupid!"

ni-ki's eyes widened. "wait- what? seriously?"

you fought back your tears, shoving him one last time before storming off. "don't talk to me ever again!"

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki is doing something completely out of character.

he didn't plan to kiss you. it just happened like some dumb, impulsive thought he acted on before his brain could catch up.

he wanted to reach out but what the hell was he even supposed to say?

"hey, my bad for stealing your first kiss lol?"

"i didn't think it'd be that big of a deal."

"wait, you really never kissed anyone before?"

shit, no. that was all dumb as hell.

for the next few days, ni-ki is not being himself.

he forgot his usual girls, he hadn't even been with anyone ever since he met you.

"dude, what's up with you?" one of his friends asked.

ni-ki just shrugged, flipping his phone in his hands. "nothing."

you were avoiding him like he was some virus. you look the other way when he walked past or really refusing to even glance in his direction.

so, fine. he swallowed his pride and showed up at your house.

you opened the door, immediately frowning when you saw him. "what do you want?"

ni-ki exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"i'm sorry, alright?" he said quickly. "i was being an idiot, i didn't think, and..."

"you're apologizing?"

ni-ki groaned, shoving his hands in his pockets. "yeah..."

you crossed your arms, unimpressed. "took you long enough."

he sighed, stepping closer. "i didn't know it was your first kiss..."

you rolled your eyes, "whatever."

then ni-ki hugged you.

you gasped, trying to make him let go. "what- what are you doing?!"

ni-ki just chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "saying sorry?"

"by hugging me?!"

"would you rather i kiss you again?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

he laughed again, pulling back slightly to look at your flustered expression.

you scowled. "you're such a pervert."

his smirk returned, teasing. "you liked being hugged though."

you smacked his chest hard. "GO HOME, NI-KI."

he grinned, backing away "but we're good now, right?"

you didn't answer, just slammed the door in his face.

ni-ki chuckled to himself, breathing in relief as he walked away.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki is trying his best to please you... and hold himself back from being a fuck boy.

ni-ki has a serious problem. these days, he found himself doing things that were completely out of character.

like waiting outside your classroom when he swore he was just going to pass by, remembering your usual order at the café near school and handing it to you in front of everyone like it was no big deal, then making sure you got home safe after study sessions.

he wasn't even trying to get anything out of it because for once in his life, he actually wanted to do things the right way. he wanted to get a girlfr- girl friend. a friend that's a girl. that's all.

totally normal. nothing weird.

but it's so frustrating because you weren't even making it easy for him.

you still roll your eyes at him when he tried to be nice. you still gave him unimpressed looks when he offered to carry your things. and the other day, when he casually said you looked cute, you hit him with a deadpan, "what do you want?"

like, damn. he was actually trying here.

then… you'll also do things that completely messed him up.

your cheeks puff out whenever you concentrate, making him desperately want to bite them.

or how we would notice your tits slightly jiggle and move whenever you're running or simply writing. suddenly, he would have to leave the room for fresh air.

when you got mad at him, all fiery and stubborn, he had the worst urge to just shut you up, not in a way that was appropriate for a friend.

ni-ki groaned, running a hand down his face.

his first thought?

"God, i wanna touch."

his second thought?

"i need help."

you left something at school. suddenly, he showed up at your door, handing your things back along with a bottle of your favorite drink.

you looked at him confused, ni-ki rolled his eyes, pushing the bag into your hands.

"you… bought this for me?"

"don't be weird!" he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "just take it."

you stared at him for a long moment before stepping aside. "you wanna come in?"

ni-ki shook his head, he knew himself. he knew that the second he got too comfortable, his usual instincts would kick in... he would start flirting, the way he always found a way to get what he wanted.

instead of smirking and stepping inside like he usually would, he just shoved his hands in his pockets, exhaling.

"nah," he said. "i'll just see you tomorrow, okay?"

a small smile formed at your lips. "thanks, ni-ki."

he turned away quickly, waving a hand over his shoulder while his heart raced so fast. "welcome."

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki can't figure out if you're just a damsel in distress or actually bossing him around

ni-ki likes to think he's a pretty capable guy. he's used to girls needing him for things... carrying their bags, opening their drinks, giving them rides home. he didn't mind. it boosted his ego.

but every time you asked for his help, he couldn't tell if you were actually helpless or if you're just treating him like some personal assistant.

you handed him your backpack without a word while texting on your phone.

ni-ki blinked. "uh… am i supposed to carry this?"

"yeah." you replied without even looking at him.

"…please?"

you gave him a look. "i could say please, but you're already holding it."

then later you stared at a vending machine like it had personally offended you.

"what, it didn't give you your snack?"

"no..." you huffed, crossing your arms. "it won't take my bill."

ni-ki sighed, pulling out his own money and sliding in a new bill. the machine beeped, and he pressed your selection.

then the snack dropped, you grabbed it, turned on your heel, and walked away.

the way you pouted when you struggled with something, how your brows furrowed in concentration, the tiny pleased smile you gave when things worked out in your favor... it pleased him too.

so when you showed up next to him one day, shaking your phone with an exaggerated sigh, ni-ki already knew what was coming.

"my phone is dead," you said.

he smiled "finally."

you glared, "give me your charger."

ni-ki scoffed in disbelief. "you don't even pretend to be polite anymore!"

you pouted. "please?"

his eye twitched. you're so annoying. cute but mostly annoying.

ni-ki pulled out his charger and handed it to you. "i swear, don't lose it."

"i never lose things." you said, already plugging it in.

"liar." he shook his head. "you lost your AirPods case last week."

you laughed and waved him off. "that was one time."

ni-ki smiled, he felt that stupid warmth creep up his neck again when he heard your laugh.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki asked you to work out with him.

you regret this.

you had never worked out before but when ni-ki said, "come on, i'll go easy on you." you refused to back down.

big mistake.

now, here you are, struggling to breathe properly while ni-ki, just finished another set of weights, stood there looking like some Greek god.

sweat clung to his skin, his black shirt sticking slightly to his toned torso. his hair was pushed back from his forehead and sharp jawline got even more defined.

you gulped.

then he caught you staring. his lips curled into a grin. "like what you see?"

you quickly looked away. "shut up."

he only laughed.

later, back in your room, you are dying.

your muscles ached in places you didn't even know existed. you lay on your bed, groaning while ni-ki sat next to you, arms crossed.

"you're overreacting." he said.

"you tricked me," you accused. "you said you'd go easy."

"i did!" he defended, snickering.

you groaned again, moving slightly only to wince at the soreness in your legs.

ni-ki smiled. "want a massage?"

you looked at him. "you give massages?"

he smirked. "i'm really good with my hands."

you squinted and he laughed. ni-ki began to straddle your back, hands pressing into your tense shoulders.

the moment he started kneading your muscles, your body melted.

"oh… that's so good…" you whispered, voice airy.

ni-ki chuckled. "i am good, huh?"

"ah, ye- yeah, it feels so good." you mumbled, already slipping into a relaxed haze.

ni-ki's hands stilled for a second.

your voice sounded… weirdly suggestive.

he bit back a laugh. he knew you were just tired, but hearing you say that in such a soft, breathy tone? hmm.

he kept massaging, feeling the tension slowly leave your body. it wasn't long before your breathing evened out.

"…did you just fall asleep?" he muttered.

silence.

ni-ki shook his head, you looked so peaceful, face slightly turned to the side, lips were slightly parted.

his eyes trailed to your exposed neck, heart pounding while reaching out to gently brush your hair aside.

and before he could stop himself, he leaned in, pressing soft, featherlight kisses along the curve of your nape up to your neck.

your body reacted on instinct, tilting slightly, like giving him more access.

a soft, sleepy moan escaped your lips.

ni-ki's eyes widened, heart slamming against his ribs.

"…a- are you awake?" he asked.

silence.

panic surged through him. he quickly grabbed the blanket and draped it over you, standing up so fast he nearly tripped.

ni-ki ran home and the second his front door swung open, he stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind him. his fingers went straight to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging at it while his mind still clouded with you.

the soft moan you let out, the way your body naturally tilted into his touch, the warmth of your skin beneath his lips.

his jaw clenched as he glanced down at his cock, his sweatpants doing a poor job at hiding the evidence of just how badly he was losing control.

ni-ki groaned, balling his fists, fighting the instinct to just take care of it.

he grabbed his phone, scrolling through his contacts.

the phone barely rang before a familiar, flirty voice answered.

"hey, ni-"

"how fast can you get here?"

the girl on the other end giggled. "mhm, about 30, 40 minutes-"

click. that's too late.

ni-ki exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto his bed. his hand ran through his hair, feeling the frustration throughout his body. he pulled his sweatpants back up, shaking off the temptation.

and even though he had just worked out, he grabbed another set of weights and dropped to the floor, blasting music at full volume.

push-ups. sit-ups. anything to burn the tension off.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki looked like shit the next day.

you burst out laughing the moment you saw him.

he looked rough. dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, slouched in his chair like he barely made it out of bed.

"what happened to you?" you grinned, poking his arm.

ni-ki groaned, brushing you off. "it's your fault."

"wha- my fault? what did i do?"

he turned his head away, eyes shutting like he couldn't even look at you right now. "just… drop it."

you leaned in, pushing him playfully. "come on, tell meee." you pouted. "fine, then at least let me make it up to you! what can I do?"

ni-ki scoffed, tilting his head back against the chair. "there's nothing you can do."

when class ended and you followed him towards the gym storage room.

"ni-ki!" you called, slipping inside right behind him.

he turned around just as the door slammed shut. the click of the lock echoed through the small space.

"…are you kidding me?" ni-ki muttered.

you tried the handle. locked.

ni-ki groaned, he sat and started rubbing his face. "i really don't have the energy for this right now."

you stepped in front of him, with hands on your hips. "you seriously won't tell me what's wrong?"

and instead of answering, ni-ki suddenly reached out, gripping your waist and pulling you close.

you froze as he rested his head against your stomach, arms wrapped around you.

"just shut up, will you?" he murmured, voice muffled against your shirt.

you brought your hand to his hair, your fingers brushing the strands. you began to comb through them slowly, your touch gentle and rhythmic.

his body relaxed against you, the tension in his grip softening. ni-ki hummed.

you began to smile while playing with his hair, twirling a few strands between your fingers before smoothing them out.

it's sweet... but your legs were starting to ache.

"okay... maybe just a little longer." you thought, shifting your weight slightly to ease the pressure on your feet.

ni-ki didn't move. if anything, his grip on your hips tightened, like a sleepy child clutching a favorite pillow.

your legs began to tremble faintly, you hoped ni-ki would notice.

but nothing, he was like a cat curled up in the perfect sunbeam.

you sighed quietly, glancing down at him. your hands still in his hair as you debated your options. "maybe if i lean a little, he'll..."

ni-ki let out a low hum, his grip loosening just slightly as he shifted his head. for a split second, you thought your prayer had been answered, until he wrapped his arms fully around your waist, pulling you down to his lap.

"ni-ki!" you hissed, barely catching yourself with your hands as you stumble forward.

his eyes cracked open, a sleepy smirk tugging at his lips. "why are you so tense?"

"because you're treating me like a body pillow!"

"you're comfy."

you groaned, glaring at the top of his head. ni-ki added "you should've leave me alone." the smirk of his returned as his arms tightened around you once more.

"you know..." he began, "let's just skip class, you wanna sleep with me?"

your eyes widened, your brain short-circuiting at his words. "wha-what do you mean sleep with you?" you stuttered, leaning back instinctively.

ni-ki flicked your forehead lightly, his smirk growing. "not like that, you idiot." he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "i meant just sleeping. me, you, sleeping here. eyes closed. that's it."

you laughed awkwardly. "right..."

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki realized that he doesn't want to be your friend.

ni-ki got annoyed the second you started talking about jungwon. he had just introduced him but he noticed the way your eyes stared at his friend.

ni-ki subtly stepped in front of your view, blocking jungwon from your sight.

"hey! move!" you hissed, trying to peer around him.

and instead of budging, ni-ki covered your eyes with his hands.

"what the?!" you immediately grabbed at his wrists, struggling.

he kept his hands firmly in place, waiting until his jungwon hyung was completely out of sight.

and when he finally let go, you blinked, looking around. "where is he?"

ni-ki smirked. "i killed him."

you smacked his arm.

later, he was sitting on his bed while you lounged across from him, "he was really nice," you said, kicking your feet. "and kinda cute too, like a cat don't you think?"

"who do you like better, me or him?"

you blinked, confused. "what kind of question is that?"

"just answer."

"i like you," you said casually. "as my friend."

ni-ki scoffed. maybe he did want to be your friend before but that isn't the case anymore.

"i'm not your friend."

"yes, you are."

ni-ki grabbed your face with both hands, tilting your head up before slamming his lips onto yours, aggressively like he was trying to erase every thought you had of jungwon. "friends don't do this."

rough and desperate, his fingers pressed into your cheeks as he devoured your mouth, refusing to let you breathe while angling your head exactly how he wanted..

you gripped his shoulders, a muffled gasp escaping your lips as he deepened the kiss.

but ni-ki wasn't just kissing you, he was already claiming you.

he groaned against your lips, hands sliding to the back of your neck. holding you in place like he didn't want you slipping away and the second your lips parted slightly, he will deepen the kiss even more, biting at your bottom lip like he wanted to ruin you.

and when ni-ki finally pulled away, his lips were already swollen.

"you were saying?" ni-ki muttered, still holding your face.

you stared at him, breathless, lips tingling.

"…huh?"

he smirked, wiping his thumb over your lower lip before leaning in again.

"that's what i thought."

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki can't keep his hands off you.

you used to slap his hands away.

his arm over your shoulder? gone.

sneaking his hands around your waist? not happening.

grabbing your wrist to pull you closer? absolutely not.

but after the kiss, you started letting him and ni-ki noticed... of course, he did.

the first time you didn't push him away when he rested an arm around your shoulders, he almost did a double take.

you also didn't immediately escape when he pulled you onto his lap and when he linked his fingers with yours? he was expecting you to smack his hands, but you didn't.

"you're getting too comfortable," you muttered, feeling the warmth of his palm against yours.

ni-ki only smirked, giving your hand a squeeze.

"you're spoiling me, you know." he murmured against your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "if you keep this up, i'll start thinking you actually like me."

you scoffed, pushing his face half-heartedly.

ni-ki chuckled, leaning in like he was about to kiss you again. you froze, expecting the warmth of his lips- but he only brushed his nose against yours.

he pulled back, satisfied at the way you reacted. "see?"

your cheeks burned, frustration bubbling in your chest. you freed yourself from his grip and walked away, annoyed.

ni-ki watched you go with amusement. "where are you going?"

"far away from you."

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki ready to be yours.

"go put on a nice dress." ni-ki said over the phone.

you raised a brow. "why?"

he grinned. "because we're going to a restaurant."

you narrowed your eyes. "we are?"

"yeah." replied. "i made a reservation."

you got ready anyway. and when you stepped out in your dress, ni-ki scanned you up and down, "pretty." he murmured, before grabbing your hand and leading you outside.

before you both enter the restaurant, he suddenly intertwined his fingers with yours, "this is a date, okay?" he said, watching your reaction.

you blinked, caught off guard. "a what?"

ni-ki just grinned and dragged you inside.

your eyes widened as you looked around the table. all your favorite foods were there, plated beautifully under the dim, warm lights.

you turned to him, speechless.

ni-ki simply pulled out a chair for you, nodding at the seat.

the dinner was nice. way more than nice. he talked, he listened, and laughed with you.

"is this real? are you actually asking me out?"

"yes," ni-ki said, nodding. "i'm serious."

your chest tightened. you wanted to believe him but a part of you was scared.

what if he change his mind? what if you let yourself fall, only for him to break your heart once you bit into it?

ni-ki noticed your hesitation. he hated that you had to doubt him but he can't also blame why, though he wasn't just playing around.

he reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips. "just a bit more of your trust, okay?" he whispered against your skin.

you stared at him for a moment before finally leaning in to hug him.

he held you close, his lips curving against your shoulder. "you were mine the first time i kissed you."

you pulled back and laughed, playfully slapping his arm as you remembered how he stole your first kiss.

at his house, ni-ki captured your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. his mouth moved against yours, savoring every moment. he then pressed soft kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

he found that sensitive spot that made you moan, he latched on and sucked harder, relishing the sound of your pleasure.

ni-ki started guiding you towards his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. once inside, he gently laid you down the bed, his body still pressed against yours.

he looked up at you with intense desire in his eyes, he asked breathlessly, "can i?" his eyes flicked down to your heaving chest.

you nodded, granting him permission. ni-ki didn't hesitate, slipping his hands under your shirt to fondle and tease your sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.

you arched into his touch, panting softly. he swallowed down your needy moans as he devoured your lips again, his tongue delving deep to clash against yours.

"friends won't do this, right?" ni-ki gasped between heated kisses. he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside. his mouth moved, licking and sucking at your bare breasts.

your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him against you as he lavished all attention on your tits.

then ni-ki trailed kisses down to your stomach. hooking his fingers in your panties, he groaned at feeling soaked folds. "fuck, you're so wet for me already," he murmured, tracing his finger along your slit.

he buried his face between your thighs and began eating you out with your panties on. the fabric added delicious friction when his mouth sucked the sensitive bud, lapping at your clit.

you cried out, ni-ki removed your panties. the first swipe of his tongue directly on your pussy made you both moan. you taste even better than he imagined.

ni-ki growled. diving in for more like a starving man. his talented mouth had you writhing and gasping within moments.

he couldn't help but picture how tightly your virgin pussy would squeeze his cock when he finally got to slide inside you. he just know he wouldn't last long once he felt your walls gripping him.

his tongue darted in and out of your slick folds, making you to tug on his hair harshly.

ni-ki's fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs as he licked and sucked your clit with sloppy, desperate motions. sounds of your moans and gasps only served to fuel his own growing arousal with every passing second.

but he promised himself he could wait, for now, he was content to focus solely on pleasuring you, determined to make you feel as good as possible.

he sealed his lips around your clit and suckled hard, pressing two fingers inside as listened to the squelching sounds of your tight cunt.

you cried out, your back arching off the bed as he pumped them in and out. "ni-ki, i...i think I'm going to...ahhh!" your words dissolved into a wordless moan as he curled his fingers just right.

soon, your thighs clamped around his head as you came, your pussy clenching down on his fingers in rhythm.

ni-ki crawled up your trembling body to capture your lips in a deep kiss. "you taste so good," he murmured against your mouth. "i can't wait to be inside you." he said as he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the thick head of his cock at your wet folds "i'll be gentle, baby."

"tell me if it hurts too much." he added, slowly pushing forward when he felt your walls relaxed slightly.

you let out whimpers and sharp gasps, the sting of pain clouded your eyes with tears. ni-ki paused, giving you a moment to adjust to the new feeling of being filled inside completely.

the sensation of your pussy squeezing him was unlike anything else. he wanted to fuck the shit out of you, claim you so thoroughly that you'd never forget your first time but he loves you so he has to be patient and gentle with your innocent body.

your whimpers and moans filled the room, ni-ki's heart swelled seeing you like this, breathless, desperate... he can't believe that your body is his for the taking.

your cunt began to welcome him inch by inch.

"fuck, you feel amazing." he groaned, fighting the urge to hammer into you wildly.

starting with shallow thrusts, he gradually increased his pace, still mindful of your pain. and as ni-ki doing it deeper, he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. "you're taking my cock so well..." he praised. "so fucking sexy."

your eyes fluttered shut and you tilted your head back in bliss, lost to the new pleasure and pressure building inside you. ni-ki felt your walls fluttering around him erratically. "ni-ki, i think- i'm- again..."

he knew you were close.

he increased his pace, deep strokes hitting that special spot inside you with every thrust. his hands gripped your hips enough to bruise as he fucked his dick into you, grunting with the effort of holding himself back from his own release.

and with a strangled cry, you came undone beneath him. ni-ki followed soon after with a moan of your name, pulling out before spilling his cum all over your thighs.

after cleaning up, ni-ki crawled back into bed and pulled you to his chest, kissing your face and neck but you moved and positioned yourself in his hips, where his hardening cock already poking on your sensitive, beaten entrance. "ready again?" he chuckled, wrapping his arms on your waist, his face nuzzling on your neck.

you giggled and sank down on him with a gasp. ni-ki groaned at the slick heat enveloping him again, making love with more confidence this time around.

rounds later, you're all sweaty and tired. ni-ki wondered dazedly if he'd turned his sweet, innocent girl into a sex addict. "you're so good, ni-ki..." you said, kissing him. to ni-ki, you looked like a sex god, your lips kiss-swollen, chest full of hickeys, your hair is a mess...

completely wrecked by him.

he wrapped his arms around your limp form and rolled to the side, careful not to dislodge from where he was still buried inside you.

and you're there thinking about worshipping ni-ki's body for the rest of your life.

"i'm going to fuck you all over again in the shower." he declared with a wicked grin. you answered with a moan that tells him it sounds like the perfect plan.

never knew sex could hit this different when it was out of love.

a/n: this is too long lol! enjoy <3 read part two

similar: Nishimura Riki as your boyfriend & Nishimura Riki as your classmate

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