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dufferpuffer · 11 days

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What do you think lupin needs in a romantic partner to have a functioning/healthy relationship (as healthy as this man can manage atleast)? What qualities would this person have to have to be able to deal with all the more challenging aspects of being in a relationship with him? But also what does he want in a partner? And what would he absolutely not want?

Me. I am perfect. Remus Lupin hmu

Remus Romantic Partner pt1: Remus is needy Link to pt2: Remus is good Link to pt3: Shipping, I guess (aint done)

In short: Remus Lupin needs an ANCHOR POINT to harbor his ship. 1. Someone interesting he can pour his attention into. 2. Generally up-beat/optimistic, so he has warmth to lean on. 3. Bold enough to be themselves - even if they're different. 4. Kind and accepting of other people 5. A little 'cute'. 'Quirky'. Small 'issues' support. (just a bonus, really) 6. Independent. Can live without him just fine but still want him. 7. Emotionally strong. Immense maturity and stability. 8. Doesn't have much temper, doesn't start drama or fights. Of course he doesn't need ALL of these boxes ticked - but the highlighted ones are the closest to a MUST for the relationship to even have a chance at being healthy. In long: Explanations (and example characters who I think fit) are below. B^)

Remus is an introverted man. He isn't shy (he can take charge of a room, he can speak publicly, he is good at getting people to like him) but when he isn't the focus he is a wall-flower. He doesn't talk much unless he has something to say. He is deeply, irreparably self-conscious. He has trauma of unintentionally hurting those he loves, so he keeps his distance.

((His parents became sick with the stress of having to move house every few months, find new work every few months, keeping their bank account drained... socially isolated with a son they had to lock away every Full Moon - lest he killed them. They loved him but that was a difficult thing for Remus to grow up witnessing, knowing he was the cause. Knowing him leaving for Hogwarts was the best thing to happen for their health since he was bitten... Of course he pushes people away. He can't help being sick - but he can help them not suffer... if he stays away.))

He is always thinking inwardly. He is always anxious. He wonders how he can make himself smaller, friendlier, less scary… Trying to plan how he wants others to relate to him. He tries to control how others think of him, to steer them away from the bad things... He is a wolf in wizards clothing. If he treats everyone as dolls to manipulate, and if they never know the real him... it will hurt everyone less when he leaves.

1. He needs someone who can bust him out of that toxic mindset. Someone that grabs his attention and pulls it away from himself. Someone interesting, skilled, passionate - living a life he can't achieve. Someone with knowledge or stories he can listen to at length and live a little through them... or they can even include him. More of a talker so he can be a listener, so he can focus on someone else's world - but they're also eager to hear whatever he has to say without prying. They aren't arrogant or loud: they can listen, too. Remus needs good, witty conversation over a cup of tea.

2. They need to be generally up-beat, but not in a way that'll crush his down-beat. They invite him to join in if he wants - or else lean on them like they're a heater for his troubled soul while he feels down. Sometimes he will feel bad, or flat, or tired - and they can't fix it.

I don't think he has any visual preferences. What he notices first about people are their mannerisms. He is always shaping himself to fit the room, so I think he admires people who act authentically: Boldness. Bravery. Honesty. Earnestness. Brashness. So... 3. He would be more attracted to people of subcultures and/or strong interests - or are simply out-of-the-expected-norm. I think he would be fascinated about these little nooks of belonging - alternate 'normal's' when the Wizarding world can be so rigid. (Do I think he has a preference for LGBTQIA+? Yeah. General androgyny too.)

4. Kind. Accepting. They need to be kind to others in general. Because he can't always be kind to others. He puts himself first and sometimes that hurts because he WANTS to be more kind. A partner who can pick up the slack? Who he can trust to always be kind and accepting of him - because they are such a way with everyone...? That's just a requirement, really.

5. A small thing I think he likes in particular: A cute factor. A little clumsy, A little slow, Enthusiastic, Awkward, Weak, A bit short/tall... something that isn't an issue but will pop up every now and then, distract him and make him go '...cute. That was cute.' Something he can effortlessly support. Something he can be thoughtful about, thinking of their needs rather than his own. - They struggle to read quickly? He can read out loud for them. - They tend to act impulsively? He can hold them back just enough to let them to give it a second thought. - They struggle in social situations? So he can talk on their behalf. - They keep fumbling and tripping over? He can keep them steady. It's nice to feel useful and kind in a simple, effortless way. Something so obvious to proves he isn't bad at heart - even when he feels awful.

6. They need to be Independent. What he CAN'T have is someone who NEEDS him. Oh god, the pressure… He cant be trapped. He requires a high level of independence... because he WILL FAIL. He WILL leave and break their heart over nothing. He WILL make promises he doesn't intend to keep - because he intends to run away and never look back. If they NEED him, just to stay afloat…? It will break him. He can't be the bread-winner, even if he could have a stable job. He can't be a long-term emotional support, only short-term. He needs to know that WHEN he breaks down and fucks off not 'if' - even if it's FOREVER… that they will be okay without him. 'Not being ok without him' won't make him stay. He will not 'shape up under a bit of pressure'. It will only injure him.

7. He needs someone strong enough to be forgiving. Not a self-harming, forcing yourself to forgive-and-forget either. That is a very real danger with Remus: If he got with someone who was as much a people-pleasing self-depreciator as him…? He will tear them to shreds. He is a toxic man and he requires tough gloves to handle:- Genuinely emotionally strong. Someone he can lean on, far more than they lean on him. - Wise enough to see through his bullshit manipulations and lies - with enough tact to navigate them, understanding he struggles without judgement but holding him gently accountable. - Empathetic enough to understand him even when he can't explain himself properly. - Mature enough to hold him accountable. Can help him understand how he can do better. He is filled with shame - sometimes for very good reasons that need addressing.

He will go through periods of being unable to be contacted, periods of self-endangerment… He needs somewhere, someone, he can crawl back to in shame. Who WILL talk with him seriously about things… but is willing to just let him sleep quietly for the night in their arms, for now. (Am I saying he needs to date a therapist? Yeah, basically. Dating Remus isn't easy.)

8. Doesn't start fights. Doesn't lash out. Doesn't live off of drama. Remus fits himself into situations passively - he doesn't need someone making situations more difficult to feel comfortable in. If they get angry and yell at him - he will yell one hurtful thing back and leave. He has a very limited ability withstand tension. He tries to keep a level head and a level room - he needs a partner who will support those efforts, or at least not sabotage them.

Partners I think have good chemistry, for examples:

NYMPHADORA TONKS. It is annoying how perfectly she has been made to fit Remus' needs, as she is so underutilized. I wouldn't find her as frustrating if she got more fleshing out in ways that weren't the specific things suited to being with Remus… ugh. - She is a skilled Auror, especially for her age. - She lightens the mood of any room by being playful. - She is unapologetic in being herself, accepting people with ease. - She is a bit clumsy - but capable and hugely independent. - Her ability to roll with the punches is insane: every time Remus is hot-and-cold she has both the ability to hold him responsible for how much it hurts and the strength to still stand there for him. - She is firey and doesn't back down, but she isn't trying to start fights. She's just stubborn and confident in what she has to say. To make claims like 'Remus only likes her because she can shapeshift' or whatever is just... no, its because she is perfect for him.

LUNA LOVEGOOD. Surprising, I know. Perhaps in different circumstances they could have hit it off. - Strong interests, a subculture at the edge of Wizarding society yet she is always 'uniquely' and brazenly herself. - Optimistic and up-beat... a little dreamy, air-headed, focus could use some steering sometimes. - Helpful and kind to all, even those that have been mean to her. - Very used to being alone. Independent in body and soul. Quite comfortable being alone - but friends are nice, too. - Emotional strength is a specialty of hers. Even in the worst situations she keeps her head on her shoulders and, despite how aloof she appears, is intelligent, sharp and serious. - Can make demands when she needs to - not a pushover. Bonus: An interest in magical creatures, too. :)

Close, but I think have a large flaw (that might makes them spicy):

SEVERUS SNAPE - Potions Master. Dark Arts specialist. Veteran teacher. All the steady employment and deep, fascinating interests Remus wishes he could have - along with ALSO having been a Spy... and being misunderstood. They have more in common than they don't. - He isn't optimistic, but he is a problem solver, dedicated to making things better than they are. He faces problems head on while Remus would rather curl away. - He understands feeling quiet and low. He might not be warm, but he is a softer place to rest than you'd expect. - He has never changed himself for anyone. He is stubbornly himself, even when it makes him seem like an outcast weirdo. - He has little patience. He isn't gentle or nice. But he cares enough to be kind, even to those he hates... and he is loyal. It isn't ideal for Remus but it gives him a place to fit himself: If Severus is cold, he is warm. If Severus has the quirk of being a snarky, prickly bastard - Remus is skilled at the opposite. - Independent. Accustomed to being alone. Expects to be alone. Being with someone who understands him... a little daunting, really. The main place I think Severus fails here is emotional strength. He is quick to anger and lashes out. He holds grudges. He starts shit and Remus can't handle shit. Severus needs someone who can temper those anger flares, or at least weather them - and Remus can do neither. But perhaps that is the place they can meet in the middle...?

LILY EVANS - Everyone liked her. Talented, bright and strong-willed, She was a popular girl. I think Remus liked her too, but... James and Severus. - She seems a bit cheeky, quick witted - she brightens a room when she walks in. - She was best friends with Severus for years. Maybe she had other friends in her dorm - but if they were as close to her as Severus was, they would have been HIS friends, too. She was willing to be with the outcast, even when popular. - I know it's a movie quote, but I think it still fits from Remus' POV when he says Lily was an 'uncommonly kind woman' and 'had a way of seeing the beauty in others when that person cannot see it themselves.' I think she accepted him fast and firmly. - She didn't need anyone else. She stood up to James by herself. She knew what she was worth. - She seems to prefer ending fights rather than starting them. She hates a bully. Lily doesn't have the 'grit' (for lack of a better word) to take toxicity. She hated James' bullying. She dropped Severus. She has patience and an 'I can help fix him' desire - but they need to put in the effort, too. James cleaned up his act somewhat and she liked that. Remus isn't going to fully succeed at 'fixing' himself. Not just by 'putting some effort in'. It is going to take so long, and be so slow... Severus would be far easier to 'I can help fix him' - and she couldn't handle him. !!!This isn't saying Lily is weak or something. It is incredibly HEALTHY to not being able to put up with toxic shit, to have the strength to say 'enough is enough'. That is a GOOD thing.!!!

A popular partner I DON'T think works out so easily:

SIRIUS BLACK Sirius Black is a dog. He needs people. He needs constant companionship - especially after Azkaban. He is a mess who needs support, company, loyalty... and Remus can't provide any of that with regularity! Waking up in an empty bed, in a cold room, after Remus timidly promised to 'always be there' for him but was lying... it would shatter Sirius. He doesn't have the strength or stability to lose anyone else. Sirius is honest and sticks to his guns even when times get tough. He would rather DIE than turn his back on a loved one. Remus lies unprovoked and runs away with his tail between his legs at the slightest sign of trouble. Sirius, as a traumatized man, is not going to be able to understand why Remus can just throw away everything he has to run off. How he could just leave him alone again...? Doesn't he love him?! At his worst: he is more likely to try and emotionally trap Remus with him, force him to stay - and that just isn't going to work. Remus is a Wolf. He can't be locked in. I don't even think Sirius at his best, pre-Azkaban, would fit well: - He is upbeat, but in a way that tries to break others out of their funks. It's abrasive for him to hang out with someone sad. ((I'm sure he could learn to do it but his instinct is to help.)) - He is kind - but he has a limit. When that limit is passed, his care is snapped. He holds grudges and he makes judgements. - He is not and has never been independent. He is strong-willed and confident about himself, yes - but he thrives when he is at another's side. He has always been like this Azkaban just made it worse. - He doesn't have what it takes to weather Remus' bullshit. That's not a bad thing either, he know how to cut toxic people from his life when they are too heavy - but post-Azkaban he is even more scared of losing people, which makes him vulnerable. - He starts shit. He jumps into arguments, he escalates, he enjoys the thrill and the drama of it. Remus wouldn't join in, even if he agrees with Sirius, and thus would leave him unsupported. We see this very thing happen in OotP

#love you remus #remus lupin #remus my beloved #hp #severus snape #sirius black #lily evans #headcannons #nymphadora tonks

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meraki-yao · 1 month

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The thing is that with these two interviews, the whole goal of the journalists was to set Nick as a heartthrob and that's it. To them, there's no more depth than that. For this press tour, I've preferred to watch him talk instead because he can fully express everything. You can see how his mind works, the way he respects his craft (because he takes himself and his job seriously, as he should), and you can see his personality shine more: the nervous, anxious, charming guy who loves what he does and understands his characters to the core.

When it comes to these interviews, the tone was, "He's a pretty face with some gigs under his belt." For instance, the NYM interview had a lot of filler information that wasn't completely relevant to the conversation but was kept because the underlining topic was, "Well, he's transitioning from some small movies to bigger projects, and some of these movies are queer and he's not. Gee, I wonder!" This is not that different from the Hunger interview, but this one was more shameful because it went full-on disrespectful to RWRB and Nick.

I've read a couple of people asking why Nick or his publicist didn't edit the articles before publishing, and the short answer is that they can't. Journalists don't like when publicists or their clients ask for changes in their stories. If they do, it can cause problems between the journalist and the PR firm, and the relationship can even break. And publicists don't want that—they have more clients, and they need those platforms. Not even bigger A-list actors can do that without being considered "problematic." And, most importantly, they don't read the articles before publishing. They probably didn't know what was kept. They most likely found out like the rest of us. But everyone's focusing on the photoshoots, so maybe that's why there are not many people talking about these things, but there are.

I think the US press it's a mess; they love to feel better than the subject they're interviewing, and they don't shy away from disrespecting people, directly or indirectly. I also brought this up to one anon question (I'm the ☁️ anon), and this basically supports my theory that it doesn't matter if Nick's projects are doing well, if he's finally being acknowledged, they will see him as an Internet boyfriend. That's why the focus was on his personal life or anything else that was interesting or quirky, not really on the projects and the work behind his character study.

It's not Nick's or even his publicist's fault. I think it's the result of prioritizing social media discourse and language into a different medium instead of focusing on writing a profile or a story.

I'm late, but this is in regards to Nick's NY Magazine editorial and Hunger Magazine editorial.

And I mostly agree! I mean, I furiously picked apart the two articles with my Taiwanese RWRB friend, but from a bigger picture this explains it really well. Thank you.

And I really think that it's unfortunate that so often, either from the creator or the audience, people are more interested in social media discourse than anything else with actual value. It's not just the US press, it's kind of the whole world in general right now. I ranted my family about this and used what happened to Princess Catherine (Middleton, not Henry's mother) lately as an example, and I was... very passionate in the ramble.

#anon ask #answered

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kazamasthings · 2 years

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tekken characters react to you saying i love you

genre: fluff

characters: jin kazama, steve fox, reader

jin kazama

even though he was a shy person, jin still had his ways of showing affection. you noticed his absence and decided to go look for him. you found him pensive, on the balcony of the apartment.

"jin? babe? is everything ok?" you ask as you approach, but he doesn't answer, and you insist "jin?? jin kazama, are you listening to me???"

when he hears his full name, jin pronounces in a more melancholy tone than usual "the curse of the mishima blood will always be with me. I don't think we should be together anymore. for your sake."

"what are you talking about? why all of a sudden?" you asked confused.

"everyone close to me ends up hurt or killed. i don't want that to happen to you. i want you to have a happy life and away from such big problems. i would like to have a normal life too, study, work, have fun like a normal person, but that's impossible for someone like me. so I believe it's best to stay away." now jin's voice sounded even sadder, like someone who was about to cry.

"jin!! you know that nothing that happened is your fault! you couldn't help it even if you went back in time, so stop torturing yourself with those thoughts." no response, you continued "we know you have a good heart and are trying hard."

"good intentions aren't enough to solve my family problems. and that doesn't take you out of harm's way."

"it's my decision to stay and I won't leave you alone, jin. You can count on me for anything...I take the risks myself."

jin finally turns around and you can see the tired expression on his face "why do you have to be so insistent?" he asks raising an eyebrow.

"because I love you, jin" you hugged jin and immediately blushed when you realized what you just said. you felt jin's hand lift his chin, now you were hugging and making eye contact.

"I-i love... you... too... but I won't forgive myself if you get hurt because of me!

steve fox

you were in steve's room waiting for your boyfriend to come back with dinner, he's not the best cook but he's a really cute guy and he took care of your food. after some time, steve called you to go eat in the living room.. the smell was delicious!

"princess, this is a typical british dish. Bón appetit!" steve said trying to do a french accent which made you laugh.

"muchas gracias, cariño" after a few laughs and conversations, you started to eat. "it's delicious, steve!"

"yeah haha, I was surprised." steve looked at you and was suddenly thoughtful and far away. after a few minutes long seconds of silence, he asked "can I ask you something?" you said yes then he continued "isss how it feels to have a family dinner? well i don't remember having such a nice cozy dinner so i guess that's it."

"oh well..." you felt a little sad remembering your boyfriend's past but kept replying "it's more or less like this, but don't worry! we'll be doing it more often."

"we will. but it's kind of ironic, isn't it? I didn't have my parents present. my mother is a murderer who wants to kill me without caring about the fact that I'm her son. I don't know how to react. i would have a family..." steve stopped eating his delicious potato and returned to that thoughtful look.

"stevie, you were already prepared for this. your birth conditions were not in a loving environment, but you never needed her in the past, you don't need her now."

"yeah, I know, but realizing that you're alone is a little painful." Steve said with a small smirk because he knew how you would react.

"ALONE?! sTEVE FOX, I love you! can't you see?? you said indignantly.

"hahahahah I was just annoying you princess! let's stop talking about negative things." steve gave his biggest smile to say "...and i love you too!" the cuteness of your loved one made you smile.

"oh yes we can just stop talking and go straight to dessert" you said with a suggestive look

friends, im writing about my favorite characters 🥺 im already preparing the next one

#tekken x reader #tekken headcanons #tekken reactions #tekken headcanon #jin kazama headcanon #jin kazama #steve fox #steve fox headcanon

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 5 months

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RJ!!

I‘m still in the office so I‘m not fully into sleepover mode yet, BUT:

What would skz do if they wanted your attention while you’re working? Especially Chris and Hyunjin (because I‘m a sucker for these men)? Would they call a bunch of times? Spam-text you? Send pictures you know they can’t ignore? Would they actually just show up at your office door with a bouquet of flowers and embarrass you in front of your colleagues (make everyone jealous)? What are your onions on this?

~🤍

🤍 anon!!! It's been a minute. I hope you've been doing okay and, no worries lol. I just got back from the gym and poured myself a drink. I know it's going to be a bit before people can get into full sleepover mode lol.

Also, onions lmao. I see you frequent Ems's blog as well. I'll put my thoughts below the cut because I know they'll get long.

Chris - I think Chris would have an internal battle about it. On the one hand, he knows you're busy and you need to get work done. He has firsthand experience with how important it is not to let people disrupt your focus. On the other hand, he's just wants your attention so bad. Practically fighting himself not to quadruple text you. I think he'd probably eventually cave and send a message along the lines of 'I hope work's good. Miss you a lot. Can't wait to see you <3'

Minho - Not to be cliché but, Minho is a cat through and through. And by that I mean I think he's the type not to explicitly say he wants your attention but, his actions obviously betray him. If you're working from home, he'll just happen to be in the room around you more but, won't say a word. Probably sits as close to you as he can without hindering your work. If you're away from home, tries to be subtle over text. 'Are you still working?' 'When is your shift over?' 'Do you want me to pick you up today?' type of energy.

Changbin - Seo Changbin does not care lmao. And I don't mean he doesn't care in the sense that he's inconsiderate that you're busy. He's similar to Chris in that way. I mean moreso he's not shy about letting you know he wants your attention and misses you. Will have a whole conversation with himself in your chats, will sent you pictures of him pouting and pretending to be sad, might even pull out the big guns and tempt you with some pictures of him looking less than innocent. Lots of arms and thighs. He isn't afraid to play a little dirty.

Hyunjin - The love child of Chris and Changbin. I think he'd debate with himself about letting you know how much he wants your attention. He'd second guess himself about being too needy, interrupting you while you're working etc. However, I think his desire to talk to you would win over his trepidation. Not quite having conversations with himself in your chat but, he will text you over the course of a few hours. 'Miss you, can't wait till you get home,' 'Look, I made soup for dinner!' 'Kkami misses you too :('

Jisung - Changbin on steroids once he gets over his anxiety about wanting to just talk to you. While I think Jisung isn't the type to be shy or hesitant about his affection, I do think that only happens once he's hyped himself up enough. Really asks himself whether his texts will bother you, upset you, ruin your concentration etc. I do think letting him know from previous interactions that you love when he let's you know he's thinking of you will help a tonne. Once he's sure you wouldn't mind, sends whole novels, albums of photos, audios. Jisung is doing it all.

Felix - I think he's moreso the type to send one heartfelt message to let you know you're on his mind and he wants to spend time with you when you're free. Uses 600 hearts in it too. Also, I think if the feeling hits him while he's close to your work, he'll definitely swing by with a 'I was thinking about you' gift. Maybe it's a drink from your favourite coffee place. Maybe it's lunch. Maybe it's your favourite flowers. If he's really in his feelings, maybe it's all three lol. While we all know Felix is the king of affection in Stray Kids but, I don't think he'd be too overbearing about it.

Seungmin - Seungmin is an interesting one. I actually think he'd operate in a similar way to Minho. Very much the type to be like 'I'm not going to explicitly say I want to be around you but, I will whine in our chats until you come home.' Then he will proceed to cling to you for atleast three hours. I don't think he's a very physically affectionate guy generally but, he definitely has his moments and wanting your attention is one of them.

One year anniversary sleepover event!

#firstanniversarysleepover #this was so fun to write and think about aw #🤍 anon #rj's inbox #stray kids soft thoughts #well softish when you consider Changbin lol

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naomitabish · 2 years

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⚠️LONG READS⚠️

🦖3 in 1! 3 X Drake headcanons/scenarios<3🦖

°•°|List|°•°

[1] Drake reacting if someone found him lovingly flirting with you

[2] Drake always does this...

[3] Abc NSFW (but contains only the letters of his name: X, D, R, A, K, E)

[1] Drake reacting if someone found him lovingly flirting with you

°Well, for starters, Drake obviously wouldn't flirt with you anywhere/time, it's true that he always looks at you with eyes full of tenderness when they're in the same environment, but approaching you publicly or at work, hugging you, touching you or saying romantic words in these circumstances does not;

°He would first be quite ashamed of the situation, not because he felt ashamed of you, but because he has titles to uphold, he is a captain, a supernova, he has a reputation and he has to maintain his posture. It wouldn't be convenient for someone to catch him in such an intimate moment;

°He wouldn't act stupid towards the person who caught you in the act, not in front of you. He would try to hide his embarrassment (although the redness in his cheeks gave it away) and act as a man of his level has to act, with professionalism, poise, and authority;

°Now, without you by the side is another story. Surely he would avoid looking at the person who witnessed the scene (for a short period of time because of shame) and at the same time he would be more rigid with it (even knowing that the person is not to blame). Obviously Drake isn't one to hold a grudge, and there's no reason to be. It only takes a couple of days for him to internalize that this was no big deal and that everything is fine;

°Drake will take more care so that the same situation doesn't happen again, so don't take it wrong if he doesn't pay as much attention to you as before in a context where there's a risk of you being seen together. He loves you more than anything, but he will squander that love that only you know in your room.

[2] Drake always does this...

Every morning Drake watches you sleep before he leaves for work. He caresses you, kisses you and sometimes drops some sweet words for you.

But he never knew, for several times you were not sleeping and listened to everything that was said and done by him. Once you were alone in a living room alone, talking about everything, both of you were very close, so much so that you were practically sitting on top of the man even though you were on a big couch. The turn of the conversation reminded you of every morning, and you commented on it.

Y/n: By the way Drake, you're so adorable in the mornings. - I smiled already expecting a shy behavior from him.

Drake: B--but...why? - He blushes suspecting the worst

Y/n: I know I don't need to explain anything. Just...thank you for loving and pampering me so much! - You wink at Drake and place a playful peck on his lips, followed by a smile

(Drake's thoughts): She...she knows everything!

Drake passed out---uwu. Joking aside but that sums up Drake's whirlwind of feelings. To this day he continues to do this, it's a normal thing for both of them, because whenever possible you also pamper him while he sleeps Incredibly innocent. But sometimes you really fake a deep sleep really well to see how far it goes.

[3] Abc NSFW (X, D, R, A, K, E)

{A} Aftercare (What he's like after sex)

• All he wants after this moment is to feel your touch and touch you. At first perhaps Drake will not make prolonged eye contact as he is shy. Follow his rhythm, talk, kiss, hug and feel...Drake will let go.

{D} Dirt Secret

• As Drake often cannot find the words to open up to due to his shyness, he is a very visual man. Drake loves seeing you from every angle possible, it gives him the freedom to imagine a world of possibilities, and one of the things he likes to imagine the most is seeing you groping. It's like he's doing it.

{E} Experience (His experience in bed)

•Drake loves you, so there's no reason to lie to you. He's had an experience here, another there... he's a Sanji 2, maybe not as bad ass, but he's still crazy about women and even if the number of hookups isn't great, he did have some experiences before you .

{K} Kink (Fetish)

• Drake has a fetish on his neck and boobs. These are the places he explores the most and during sex he spends most of his time nibbling on her neck and doing everything on her breasts. No wonder he gets extremely excited when he sees you with a cleavage (even if it's minimal) or when you wear a bra/lingerie that highlights the place.

{R} Risk (Does he like to run?)

• No. He has a reputation and is afraid of tarnishing, he also hates to imagine the image of his beloved being soiled. Also, he's too scared for it. The most that could happen is he flirts with you in a few brief moments. If you wanted REALLY, he might think (in a case of EXTREME urgency), but having sex in a risky place irrationally... I think he would have a heart attack before that.

{X} X Ray

• I'd say it's a great medium, or an ideal medium... it's the expected average. It's just very thick.

#x drake #one piece #headcanon #one piece scenarios #long reads

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astolary · 2 years

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〔 ⸙ 〕 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 .

( Synopsis ) As he ran around looking for Jett, Phoenix realized he never got the chance to apologize to Jett until now.

( Authors Note ) I was able to buy Hello Panda a while ago as a snack and nostalgia just hit me like a train so here we go huhuhu. NOT a firestorm work, just two people comforting each other with the comfort they never thought they needed. But feel free to see it that way if you wish to :3

( Characters ) Jett and Phoenix

( Content Warning ) Jett and Phoenix talk about their traumas. Mentions of death, killing, and knives stained with blood. Panic attacks, emotional outbursts, cursing, burns, nightmares. What Jett and Phoenix did here is not canon, only Phoenix burning down his University.

( Word Count ) 1.1k words // EDITED!

He doesn't remember how long he's been searching, his voice is hoarse from screaming Jett's name. He even tried throwing balls of fire into the air as makeshift fireworks in hopes she would see it.

But nothing.

The two were sent on a duo mission to investigate Breeze, but his partner mysteriously disappeared in a gush of air so now he was alone.

He adjusted to the sounds of his shoes hitting the soft sand, how the glimmering stars shined a bit more brightly now that there wasn't any air pollution.

Until his shoes crunched against, a plastic wrapper?

Phoenix looked down and saw a ripped portion of a plastic snack bag decorated with a panda.

Now he knows where she is.

Phoenix followed the footsteps, the plastic hanging off his pocket. "There you are."

Jett turned around, still munching on the vanilla Hello Panda she brought with her.

"Oh, it's you."

"Mind if I join you?"

Jett patted the spot next to her, inviting her fellow radiant. She placed the seashell closer to her, feeling Phoenix's presence through the heat he radiated off.

"That's a cool seashell you found." Phoenix started the conversation, admiring the twin conches between them.

"Thanks."

Short and concise. This wasn't the Jett he knew, the woman rambling from the other side of the gym.

"Hey, you good?"

"Yeah, duh, obviously."

Silence. Aside from Jett crunching her biscuits.

"Did, I do something wrong?"

"No." She scoffed. "It's nothing."

"..."

Phoenix shifted in place, not liking the direction this conversation was going in.

The moon was mirrored in the ocean, all the creatures now at rest. Earth guided the waters, the waters meeting the sand for a fleeting moment only to shy back away to their home. The ocean.

His mind sparked with realization. "Shit... I'm sorry."

"For what?" Jett's tone dropped to a sharper one.

"For..." For thinking you were the one that destroyed Ascent. For listening to all the rumors the people gossiped on the streets. For believing that you did it of your own will. For not bothering to hear the full story.

"Look." Jett abruptly stood up, looking down at Phoenix.

"I'm not one to hold grudges. But when I joined the protocol, I knew there were going to be some misunderstandings. Yours was the worst."

Jett removed her hair tie and tangled her hair, gripping it as if it was the only thing keeping her sane.

"Do you know, how scared I was when I summoned that tornado? I was happy, I was living the simple life I enjoyed. Then, my family and everyone around me was gone. All the knives were dipped in blood, and- and and, I needed to move on if I wanted to survive. All the police came so quickly, the sirens ringing and I ran for my life."

Jett's voice cracked, her chest heaving up and down, up and down, up and down up and down up and down—

"H-hey wait just breathe with me and—"

"The knives were the only weapons I had, and they were with their blood. I didn't kill them— I did I did! But why them? Why did all this Marvel shit happen to me?! Just when I thought I could come out of hiding, a— a fucking mirror me comes into this world and destroys a city. I couldn't even walk outside without getting food thrown at me, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THAT WAS FOR ME?"

"And how you looked at me, it was the same way all those strangers looked at me. I thought I was finally healing!

W-wait. I'm screaming I'm screaming, it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine I'm still here—"

Phoenix caged the woman in his arms, glad she was much smaller than him. Jett punched and punched, moving her body around desperately to free herself.

"Stop stop— LET ME FREE!"

Phoenix bit his lip, refusing to listen to her wishes.

Eventually, she calmed down. The moon is now above both of them, it's been a few hours. Her forehead rested on his chest. Most of her body weight was leaning on him, her body giving up on standing.

Phoenix slowly sank to the back of his knees, drawing patterns and keeping his nose beside her ear.

"Ah sh-shit I'm sorry—"

"No no, I'm sorry." He cut in, guilt washing over like a tsunami. "It was probably a bitch move to sit beside you and act as if I never accused you..."

"...Yeah, it was." Jett lay on his chest, not caring if he was uncomfortable with it. His fault, now he needs to pay the price.

"I'm sorry." Phoenix started. "I guess, I was just hoping we would both act as if it never happened and pretend our lives were normal... and fixed. That was, a wrong move on me."

"No no, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry that you’re sorry."

"No, I'm sorry that you’re sorry."

The two laughed, and there was morale lifted a bit.

"How did you know not to let me go?"

"I didn't want you to do something you would regret." Phoenix stated, as if from experience.

Jett remained silent, clearly, there was more to it, an experience for an experience?

Phoenix shrunk inside a bit, it was only fair enough.

"When, when I burned my university down on accident, all my friends and professors looked at me with so much horror in their eyes. Somehow the doors refused to open and we were all trapped, but only they were harmed. Not a single burn on me.

I was hoping that, I could die with them. As the roof was falling on me, I opened my eyes and I was outside. Not a single bloodshed.

I guess, I was ashamed to admit I was the cause of the crime. I kept it a secret from my mother and mom, in hopes they would still love me and never abandon me.

But then the nightmare plagued my mind every night, and I ended up getting a panic attack because of it. Mother got a lot of burns because of me..."

"So you're the type to suffer inside and refuse to accept the truth, while I'm the type to accept it and get emotional outbursts."

"That sums it up."

Jett heaved a long sigh, her eyes closing with exhaustion. "That's alright. We all have different ways of coping. But it doesn't change that it's still a scar."

"...How long has it been?"

"...Does time equals my back hurts really much?" Phoenix attempted to lighten the mood. It worked to his pleasure, a pretty grin appearing on Jett's face.

"Just... lie down, I'm still dizzy."

Phoenix gladly laid down, his focus now on the stars and the woman laying on him. The Hello Pandas were scattered on the floor, but the seashell was perfectly fine beside them.

"Hey, pretty boy?"

"Yeah?"

"I accept you."

"...I accept you too."

"Let's talk about this tomorrow, I want to sleep."

"The greatest plan I've ever heard of all day."

And for the first time, they dreamed with no nightmares.

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pairing: Diluc, Itto, Zhongli, Kaeya x gn!reader

tags: sfw, drabble, trigger warning (nothing too heavy but just in case....), self sabotage, comfort(?), fluff, unhealthy coping mechanisms, toxic relationship, nsfw-ish in Kaeya's part, alcohol abuse

Diluc knew what it was like to lose everything you've ever loved. That's why he understood how you must be feeling as you locked yourself away from the world and stayed cooped up in your room. He understood the way you distanced yourself and pushed everyone away from you. That was why he stayed even though you seemed to be shying away from him. He gave you your space but he made sure you knew that he wasn't going anywhere. It was infuriating because no matter how many times you pushed him away, he would still come back to you and take care of you as if you mattered. You wanted him to go away, but he's just there. However, deep inside you, you knew that you needed someone. You knew that you wanted someone to care despite the way that you became. You didn't know whether Diluc genuinely cared for you or if he pitied you. For now, you just knew that he was there and you would wait for the day that he too gets tired of your stubbornness.

Itto was a ray of sunshine even when he sat beside you in the middle of the night. Somehow, he would manage to outshine the full moon up in the sky whenever it's out. He always tried his best to stay awake but he would always end up falling asleep beside you. When he would wake up in the morning, you were still fast asleep. He already knew what your routine was and knew that you would wake up around lunch time or even later. And when you wake, there was already a food on your table waiting for you. It's usually still warm for you to enjoy. And though you didn't have any appetite, you didn't want to see the look on the oni's face when he found out that you didn't eat anything. And when the night came again, he would always find you sitting by your window. He talked to you about the things he did during the day. You loved that he didn't force you to go to sleep. Instead, he accompanied you every night, trying his best to stay awake. And it's always funny to watch him try to keep his eyes open when it's already an hour after midnight. When he does fall asleep, you would place his head on your lap and stroke his head as you were left alone with your thoughts.

You loved joking around with Hu Tao. And Zhongli doesn't mind the noise the two of you made whenever you were working. But sometimes, the jokes that came out of your mouth were a bit concerning. For him, at least. You seemed to be having fun creating self-deprecating jokes all the time. Hu Tao seemed to just go along with them too. He knew of the concept of turning heavy things into light-hearted jokes. And he was glad that you were able to somehow turn your biggest worries into jokes, but he wondered if you've ever actually opened them up to someone without hiding it behind one. That was why he tried his best to talk to you whenever you two were left alone. Somehow, he always managed to steer the conversation on things that, for you, were hard to talk about. You often hesitated to talk to people about these things, but Zhongli was able to chip away some of that wall around you before you put it back together again and act as if that conversation never happened. He did this all the time and you let him, but that little voice in your head always warned you of the things that could possibly happen when he finally sees what's actually behind the wall.

It was fun at first. You two were just exploring each other's bodies, keeping each other company every night after getting drunk at the tavern. You didn't notice it at first since Kaeya was very subtle about it. He would ask you to go home whenever he knew that you were starting to get tipsy. Unlike the first times you've done it, he was becoming more gentle and careful with your body. When you realized what he was doing, you immediately started to ignore him and began sleeping with other people. But it was hard to ignore the cavalry captain when he kept on getting on your nerves. He was ordering Charles to stop serving you drinks. He scared other people from coming close to you. In the end, you decided to confront him, telling him to stay away from your business since you were done. But he begged that you come back to him instead of asking around other people to help you escape from your own mind. In the end, you let him accompany you in bed, but not before warning him that he was the one who asked for whatever this thing you two had.

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When in College: Meeting likeminded people

This is chapter 1 of 5 of the short story "Play with Fire" {skz h.h.}. Word Count: 8,1k Click here for chapter overview. Click here for the Masterlist.

"Seungmin?" Your voice sounded almost desperate as the grip around your bottle of beer tightened. "You know I agreed to go to this party because of you. Where the heck are you?"

"I'm sorry, y/n." You heard some shuffling on the other end of the line. "Jeongin had a fashion emergency. We're gonna be heading out soon."

"You haven't even left yet?" you questioned in disbelief, looking around the bar as it got more crowded with each minute.

"Yeah, he's is a real drama queen," Seungmin sarcastically said as you heard some commotion in the background.

"I told you," you heard a second voice slightly further away from the microphone. "The decision of what shoes to wear is crucial. I need to look cool, or else everybody is just gonna think of me as a lame kid. And I can't be a lame kid any longer."

Having just gotten here a few days ago, you hadn't met Seungmin's dorm mate yet. Still, you immediately felt some sort of empathy for him. Apparently, the two of you weren't as different from one another, seeing you both had a fear of becoming an outcast in this new intimidating environment.

"You know what's really cool?" Seungmin questioned his new roommate. Simply by his tone, you could tell that he was as eager to get to the bar as you were for him to join you. "Not caring for what anybody else thinks. Just pick a pair and work 'em."

"That's easy for you to say. You're already cool. I'm a nerd, always have been, always will be. But the whole school doesn't need to know that yet."

Hearing those words made you laugh out loud as you forgot that you weren't alone for a second. When the girl to your right stared at you, either out of shock or irritation, you turned your voice a little lower.

"Did he just call you cool?" you asked jokingly, and even without seeing him, you knew Seungmin was rolling his eyes at you. "Hasn't he seen your Spiderman pyjamas yet?"

"Well, maybe he has good taste, unlike some people." Without another word, you knew that Seungmin was referring to you. "Also," his voice became a little softer. "I didn't bring my Spiderman pyjamas to college. I'm not a child anymore, so I'll only wear plaid, boring pyjamas from now on."

"But they were the only interesting thing about you," you mocked Seungmin, knowing full well that he knew you were being sarcastic. You had known each other far too long for him to still get offended by your excessive use of irony.

Only by talking to your best friend, you felt yourself relax the tension in your back as you were sitting onto one of the bar stools. Maybe it was because he had been your first real friend and still was, even until now. Or perhaps it simply distracted you from reality for a while.

"Oh, shut up," Seungmin answered as you could hear him laugh at your teasing. Obviously, he knew that you weren't being serious. "We'll be there in about twenty minutes. Just try and look sociable. People will come up to you eventually."

"Fine. But hurry, please."

When those words left your mouth, Seungmin hung up the phone, leaving you all to yourself again. As you put your phone back into your pocket, you took a huge sip from your beer to try and loosen up a little. It was only twenty minutes. You could be on your own for twenty minutes.

Had you known the people around you, even just a handful of them, you would have been sure that you'd get through until Seungmin arrived. The problem wasn't that you were too shy without him, unable to make simple conversation with strangers anyways. If asked, you would describe yourself more as an introverted extrovert who'd become really sociable once someone got to know you.

You loved meeting new people as much as Seungmin, though you always feared that you'd say something that crossed a line with a new acquaintance. That had happened a couple of times in High School, and somehow, that had left lingering anxiousness inside you.

From what you remembered, any first conversation you had ever had ended one of two ways. Either, you'd get on fine with the other person, some common interest revealing itself within the first few minutes. In the second case, you'd say something that made the other person dislike you. It was a 50/50 situation – it had been, even with Seungmin. Hadn't you worn your favourite Friends shirt the day you met him, then who knew how your conversation would have gone?

The first five minutes of a conversation with a stranger were the most crucial ones for you. They'd determine which direction your future relationship with them headed, or if it headed somewhere at all. Five minutes was the amount of time it took you to estimate what type of person your counterpart was, and therefore, it was the amount of time it took you to warm up to them. Only after getting an impression of what they were like, could you really start being yourself.

This party, as often as you had been to parties before, was a real battleground for you. Sure, you had made some of your best friends at parties. Still, there had always been someone by your side to support you. Someone who already knew you and could help the conversation along or stir it back into the right direction. Now, you were on your own, and you had no idea how to meet people on your own. Especially not in this new environment – College, that is.

As strange as this new scenery had been over the past few days, you were glad to have finally gotten here. You had dreamed of this moment for too long to let a little anxiety get in your way. Most probably, that was due to your certainty that you belonged here, rather than anywhere else. Even with all the new impressions and challenges, this experience would inevitably bring.

Dancing has always been the love of your life. Ever since your mom had signed you up for ballet lessons at the young age of four, no feeling ever compared to the bliss you felt while moving to the sound of music. Whether with other children or on your own, you never felt the same kind of belonging. It made you feel whole in some way.

By the time you had turned ten years old, you were spending almost every afternoon at your dance school. Even when there were no lessons that you could have attended, you still found yourself coming up with dances or practising pirouettes. The moment your school bell rang at the end of the day, you were up on your feet, a bag containing comfortable clothing slung over your shoulder. It didn't matter to you that you'd have to do your homework at night as long as you could spend every waking hour perfecting your skills.

After just a few years, your room was filled with trophies for various tournaments. From individual to duet to group choreography, there was no competition you didn't compete in. It didn't matter where a contest was held as long as you could get there by train or bus. Considering the number of wins you had already achieved by the age of twelve, your hard work had really paid off.

You had always been proud of yourself for sticking to your dream, even when things got in your way. Like the time you broke your ankle and couldn't dance for two months. Or the time you switched to hip hop to force yourself out of your comfort zone. You even picked up a shift at your neighbourhood grocery store at the age of fourteen to be able to pay for the lessons yourself.

Up until that point, your mother had been happy to finance your ballet lessons, seeing she had read how it positively impacted a child's brain development. Still, your mom had not been too fond of your wish to switch from ballet to a form of dancing she saw as primitive. For her sake, you had debated for weeks if you should really trade pointe shoes for sneakers. When you realised that your mom had never even attended one of your ballet competitions, you decided that this decision shouldn't be about her.

All throughout High School, you trained to become better – no, the best. It was for your love of winning that you had to be better than the rest. It was also out of hope that one day, your mother would finally see just how good you really were. Maybe, becoming the best would someday prove to her that you had made the right decision. To show her that you had spent all those hours at the practice room for a reason.

That reason came right before you finished High School, in the form of an acceptance letter for one of the most renowned art colleges in the country. Surely your mother – the principal of your very own High School – would see the appeal in a college. An institution created to educate, refine skills and support young minds in finding their true calling. Somewhere your mom had always wanted you to end up in.

Though it took longer than expected for her to accept your decision. It had taken months of sweet-talking and hours of explaining just how prestigious said college was to get your mother to give in. In the end, she had only allowed you to go after one of her close friends had explained to her that getting into that institution on the first try was a miracle. Only then, she had eventually caved.

In reality, your mother should have been proud of you for making that decision and applying there all by yourself. Apart from that, you had chosen college for all the right reasons.

Had she asked your High School friends, she would have realised that there were less adult prospects than yours for going to university. For other students your age, the reasons read like a to-do list – a bucket list of some sort.

Meet like-minded people.

Make lifelong friends.

Fall in love.

Let loose.

Party.

All these were valid, common reasons young people decided to go to college. No other path had quite a reputation like college had – no second path had that many movies and books written about it. So, for the average High Schooler, college was a logical next step.

For you, choosing college was about much more than that. It was about finding your path and becoming better at what you love. It was somewhere you would finally get ready for a life beyond learning. A place you could grow and, most importantly, grow up in.

So, even though your mother had always wanted you to study education and become a teacher just like herself, she finally accepted your decision. Still, there was a catch to her approval. Your mother wouldn't have been your mother if she hadn't given you an ultimatum.

Three years.

That was the amount of time you had been granted to show your mother that you had chosen the right path. Three years for you to do something extraordinary and prove to her that a career in dancing was as noble as being a teacher. If you were unable to do so, she would pull all your funding and force you to go to a real college to become a teacher.

For you, that meant that meeting like-minded people, making lifelong friends, falling in love, and partying had to take a step back. Studying and mastering the art of dancing had to be your main focus, or otherwise, you'd lose what you had worked so hard for. Surely you wouldn't let fourteen years of perfecting pirouettes and learning how to do splits go to waste.

This, and the pressure of starting college by the beginning of the following week, had been the main reasons you had decided to pass on the widely advertised 'Freshmen Bash'. You had thrown out all the flyers that had landed in your dorm mailbox as soon as you had read the words 'Tequila Shots: 50ct'.

The decision not to go sure wasn't an easy one. Even though your urge for perfection was great, you hated having to miss out on a party. Especially the first one of your college experience. First friendships would be formed, and first love stories would begin at that event, but you just couldn't go. That's what you told yourself every day leading up to the occasion, and also the excuse you had told Seungmin.

Now, getting into that prestigious art college was hard. You had written many versions of your letter of motivation until you had found the perfect one. For you, it had been some of the most unsure and anxious weeks of your life. Though, for your best friend, it seemed to be a lot more relaxed.

What sort of bothered you about that was that Seungmin hadn't always been as artistic as you were. He had written his first song just a year before his motivational letter and learned how to play the guitar just a while earlier. Though you couldn't deny that Seungmin was a natural, it still made you a little jealous of how easily he had taken the whole application process.

Just as smoothly, Seungmin decided to talk to you about the party. In your High School days, both of you had gone to many events together, invited or not. You had always had a lot of fun with each other and all your other friends from school. Partying had kind of been your thing, so it came as no surprise when Seungmin had made it his mission to get you to the 'Freshmen Bash'.

Frankly, you had given in quite quickly when your best friend had told you that not only he would be attending, but all the people he had met so far. Seungmin was a much better social talker than you were, so you needed him to meet new people. You knew that as much as he did. If it weren't for him, you would probably spend the next three years of college by yourself.

So, after a few minutes of talking to Seungmin, he had persuaded you to go despite all your unease. Classes wouldn't start for another four days, and you'd have enough time to sleep off your inevitable hangover. Those were his most persuasive points. Also, Seungmin knew that convincing you to leave your dorm room would become more difficult once classes had actually started.

Honestly, you were thankful to have him with you. Had you gone to college alone, without knowing anyone, there would have been a strong possibility that you wouldn't make any friends at all. When it came to social situations, you had never felt as comfortable just going up to people and starting a conversation. Seungmin was well aware of your dynamic, so when he wasn't at the party when you arrived, you couldn't help but get a little mad.

When your best friend told you that people would come up to you if you looked sociable, you wanted to yell at him. Who was he to make such assumptions, knowing full well that you hated meeting strangers as much as you did? Though, apparently, he had been more right than you would like to admit.

Perhaps, it was also God or whoever, who must have felt bad for you. Sitting alone at a bar couldn't have possibly made you look approachable. Still, about a minute after you had hung up the phone, someone appeared beside you. The boy ordered himself a beer as his eyes came to you. For a few seconds, you weren't sure if he had really come up to the bar to talk to you or simply to get himself a drink. When he turned towards you, you realised that he had indeed come up to start a conversation.

"Hi," the boy greeted you, a perfect smile appearing on his lips. His handsome features were framed by his shoulder-length black hair, which he wore messily. If you hadn't known better, you would have assumed he had just gotten out of bed. The light makeup surrounding his sharp eyes told you otherwise.

"Hey," you awkwardly said as you tried not to look at anything too long. You wanted to get the necessary impression of the guy, not appear crazy.

"I noticed you're the only girl here who drinks beer. How come?" the boy questioned curiously, glancing at the drink in your hand.

"I just don't really like cocktails. The combination of alcohol and sugar makes me sick," you answered as your fingers grasped the bottle a little tighter.

As you looked at him, you couldn't help but blush a little. How you were this tense already when you had only exchanged two sentences was a mystery. It also didn't help that he was just beautiful to look at.

Guys like him usually didn't talk to you. Maybe it was a stereotype and therefore unfair of you to think that someone as handsome as him wouldn't interact with anyone other than hot blondes with little clothing. But somewhen throughout your High School days, that cliché had been branded in your head and was now hard to get out.

"Honestly, I get that," the guy said as he grabbed his bottle, holding it out for you to toast. You gladly accepted, throwing him a smile before taking another huge sip. So far, so good.

Maybe Seungmin was right. If you acted like you were a social human being, people would just come up to you and start a conversation. At least this way, it wouldn't be your fault if something went wrong.

"Are you also a first semester?" you asked, trying to keep the chatting up. Just cause this guy had approached you didn't mean he wouldn't leave if he found you too dull.

"Well, seeing this is a freshmen party, I think everybody is," the guy pointed out with a funny expression. At that little faux pas, your blush got even darker, and you were sure that he could tell even through the dark lightning.

"Oh, yeah," you agreed with an awkward chuckle, looking back down at your hands. Maybe it would get a little easier if you didn't face the guy directly.

"So, are you from around here?" he questioned further. Why he was still talking to you when it was more than obvious how bad you were at small talk, you didn't know. Perhaps some higher force really took pity on you.

"Not really," you replied as your eyes came back up to look at him. "I'm from a town about an hour north."

"Yeah, me neither. I just moved into the dorms ten minutes from here," the guy explained as you nodded. He suggestively raised an eyebrow as he held out his hand towards you. "I'm Hyunjin, by the way."

"y/n," you introduced yourself as your hand came up to shake his. Hyunjin's skin was soft, though you could feel a few blisters on the sides of his fingers. You didn't know why, but you could tell they were from holding a pencil or a paintbrush. Perhaps you remembered the feeling from one of your High School friends who was really into artsy stuff. "Are you an Arts major?"

"Minor, actually. How'd you know?" Hyunjin asked astoundedly and obviously a little impressed.

"I know it might sound a little weird, but I noticed the blisters on your fingers. One of my friends has the same blister all over her hands," you told him. "Also, there's acrylic paint on your wrist."

He followed your eyes towards his hand as he noticed the yellow stain. How you even detected that with the dark lighting of the bar, you didn't know. Apparently, watching people for most of your life made you more aware of small details.

"That really is a little weird, I gotta say," Hyunjin agreed with a laugh, pushing the sleeve of his shirt further down. "But probably just beginner's luck. If you really were weird, you'd guess my major as well."

"How many chances do I have?" You were a little surprised by your sudden extrovert tendencies. But you could probably blame your love for games and, in particular, winning. Hyunjin seemed to be surprised as well, though soon enough, a challenging look appeared on his face.

"Let's go for the common three?"

"Okay, let's see," you said as you started scanning his appearance as well as his aura.

The first thing you noticed was the neat clothes he was clad in. As your eyes raked over his white dress shirt, you noticed that below it was a slim, though equally muscular body. Hyunjin's hips and waist were narrow, though his broad shoulders and upper arms made you assume that he wasn't unfit. Probably the opposite from how gracefully he was leaning against the bar.

As your eyes came further down, you noticed his tight black pants. It wasn't that they were too small for him – you could tell from the way they didn't strain against his hips nor calves. Still, the way the fabric tightened around his thighs showed you just how muscular those must have been. The black belt around his waist further highlighted his narrow middle.

What surprised you about his attire was that Hyunjin's shoes didn't match the rest. They did match in the sense of colour, though the styles totally clashed. From his feet up, Hyunjin looked like a young businessman. Somehow rich in both money and clothes. Still, the black sneakers kind of made him appear less classy. As if his mom had made him wear everything but them for a fancy night out. You couldn't help but think that he must have been wearing them simply for comfort reasons.

Overall, Hyunjin looked fashionable. He obviously had a good sense of fashion, seeing even his choice of footwear, though clashing in terms of style, mixed very well with the rest. Besides his general attire, you spotted the thin silver chain around his neck. It looked even more expensive than the rest, and you soon found a matching bracelet around his wrist.

You couldn't deny that the boy was attractive. You knew it, and evidently, he did as well. Though, you would have never told him that, even if you had known him for a while longer than five minutes. The way he carried himself as if he was the main character in this scene made him appear a little cocky, but you didn't want to judge him so quickly. Still, telling him that he was attractive would have probably made his ego go through the roof.

There was something about Hyunjin that seemed familiar to you. As if you had seen his type of person before. It wasn't so much his attitude as to how he was standing and presenting himself. As if an imaginary line led from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

"You have an almost perfect posture, so I don't think you do a lot of sitting. That excludes anything IT related – Game Design, for example," you started off your assumptions. "You probably don't do anything that has to do with laboratory work or desk work. That excludes about every scientific subject. I think you do something that has to do with sport or music," you listed, looking at him questioningly. "Am I close?"

"Very," Hyunjin agreed, an amazed smile on his face.

"I'm gonna go on a limb here, and say you study piano?" Something about that didn't seem right, so you already knew that you were probably wrong. When Hyunjin shook his head, you thoughtfully bit your lip. For some reason, he seemed to enjoy your failure.

"I do love music. I'll tell you this much," Hyunjin explained, and something about him told you that he was trying to stir you in the wrong direction. There was this self-assured expression on his face as if he was sure you wouldn't get it. Apparently, he wanted to win this as much as you did. Paired with his overall cockiness that understandingly only spurred you on. After all, you weren't someone who liked losing.

As you thought about the different branches within the sports department, you realised why Hyunjin's posture seemed so familiar to you. The way his back arched where his spine met his tailbone reminded you of all the children you had taught dancing over the years. Also, the balance within him was too perfect to be a coincidence, so that gave you a second hint. Without another thought, you decided to shoot your shot.

"You're a Dance major, aren't you?"

"Wow. What are you? A witch?" Hyunjin asked as you had obviously hit the bullseye.

"Not a witch, simply an attentive person," you declared with a triumphant smile. As you noticed him staring at your body as you had done to him only seconds earlier, you felt the blush return to your face. How he hadn't felt this awkward when you had done it, you didn't know. Maybe your discomfort was also due to his hand that had landed on your knee at some point. For now, you decided to ignore it, shrugging it off as a coincidence.

"How come an attentive weirdo like you is sitting alone at a bar?" Hyunjin questioned curiously. Frankly, you didn't appreciate him calling you a weirdo. Being weird or a weirdo still were two separate things, and you couldn't help your heart dropping at his attempt to – be funny, maybe? "Are you waiting for someone? A boyfriend, or girlfriend?"

Something about his question made your ears perk. You had seen boys like him come up to your female friends many times, asking about possible boyfriends or girlfriends. Back then, you had always identified such advances as a straightforward way of asking if they were single. Right now, you weren't quite sure if Hyunjin was actually coming on to you. Though his lingering hand, which had now come up to your thigh, should probably have been an indication.

It wasn't that you found it unbelievable that someone could be attracted to you. But up until this point, the conversation had been somehow innocent. Small talk, for the lack of a better word. As you thought back to the beginning of your encounter, you remembered Hyunjin mentioning his close dorm rooms. Was that another attempt of flirting or simply a way to keep the chatting going?

"Best friend, actually," you answered after noticing you hadn't yet. With those words, you slightly pushed his hand off your leg. Hopefully, that would tell him that his advances were uncalled for. "His roommate had a little fashion emergency, so they'll be here in a few minutes."

"I see," Hyunjin nodded with a smirk on his face. You noticed him coming a little closer which only solidified your assumption.

Frankly, had you been a little drunker at that point, you would have probably been more open to flirting – or attempting to do so. But it was still pretty early into the evening, and you hadn't even finished your first drink yet. Also, Hyunjin had just called you a weirdo, and somehow, that was a turn off for you. At this moment, you weren't really too fond of him.

"You know what's weird about you?" Hyunjin asked when you didn't say anything further. The amount of alcohol in his system obviously kept him from noticing your slight shift in attitude the moment he called you weird yet again.

"What?" you questioned as your lips pressed into a thin line. You didn't want to be rude to a stranger, so you tried to decrease the tension in your voice.

"You haven't asked me to draw you yet. Every other girl I met tonight wanted me to draw her the second I told her I was an Arts minor."

The problem you had with that statement wasn't that Hyunjin had apparently been flirting with other girls tonight. Even if he was flirting with you, you couldn't have cared less. The boy could have hooked up with every girl here for all you cared. Your problem was that he called you weird for not being like the other girls. As if the standard was to ask a stranger to draw you, and somehow you fell out of that norm.

"I'm gonna spare you the embarrassment, though. You can thank me later." Hyunjin pulled out a pen and grabbed a white napkin from the counter without another second of hesitation. He folded the tissue in half, probably to have better ground, and started drawing a figure onto it.

That you hadn't even asked Hyunjin to show off his talents seemed irrelevant. He was set on showing you, and all you could do was stand beside him and let him eye your face up close.

After having talked to Hyunjin for a while, you weren't sure if his confidence came from his massive ego or the alcohol he had visibly consumed before you got here. Wherever it came from, you weren't used to it, and most of all, not if it was directed at you. Back in High School, your girlfriends had gotten all the attention from boys like Hyunjin.

Obviously, you didn't know him like you did others. But from his demeanour and everything about him, you could still assume his personality. A playboy with too much ego and a love for his own looks. Someone who thought everybody wanted to either be him or be with him. That was what he had seemed like up until this moment.

Whether Hyunjin was really flirting with you or just passing his time between coming on to different girls didn't matter. Right now, he was talking to you, drawing you onto a cheap white napkin, and you had to stay there and let it happen. Maybe you could have just left, but you weren't that straightforward. At least not with strangers. Your mother had made sure to raise you better than that.

"Done. And it's a real masterpiece, if I do say so myself," Hyunjin declared as he put his pen back into his pocket, pushing the napkin closer to you. You forced the urge to roll your eyes down, looking at the tissue on the counter instead.

The second your eyes met the figure on the white canvas, your mouth fell open. Not only had Hyunjin drawn you within minutes, but he had also gotten you almost perfectly. You could have printed this painting of you on a wanted poster, and everybody would have recognised you. The lines were thick, almost heavy as you stared at the face as if you were looking into a mirror. Obviously, it wasn't in colour, but that hardly mattered.

Hyunjin must have noticed your impressed expression since a proud smile appeared on his features. He leaned back against the counter as he took a sip from his beer, waiting for you to say something. When you didn't, too mesmerised by his work, he answered for you.

"Thank you," Hyunjin said in a high-pitched voice, seemingly imitating you. "You're very welcome."

"I have to admit, this is really good," you admired as your eyes came up to look at him. You couldn't have denied his talent, even if he was the biggest poser walking this campus.

"If you find this hot, you should see me dancing," Hyunjin stated, making you huff at his words. It got harder to stay polite with each sentence coming out of his mouth.

"I never said it was hot. I said it was good. Don't be so full of yourself," you told Hyunjin honestly. As a smirk appeared on his face, you felt yourself release some of the tension in your back. You noticed that your words didn't make him uncomfortable, so you decided that it was okay to be a little harsher to him. You didn't have to play it nice for the sake of his emotions towards you. His ego could obviously handle it. "Though, I'd really love to see you bust a move in front of all these people."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Hyunjin asked jokingly, making you nod. As your eyes came back to the drawing of you, you didn't realise that Hyunjin was moving closer to you yet again. Only when his feet met yours did you notice how close he had gotten. "You know, painting isn't the only thing these bad boys are good at."

As Hyunjin held his hands up beside his head, you finally realised that he was, indeed, flirting with you. Why else would he say something this implying and with a smirk that self-assured? Though his hands really looked pretty, his fingers long and thin, you couldn't help but laugh at his directness. He couldn't possibly think that you'd fall for that pick-up line. Apparently, he saw your embarrassed giggling as an invitation to continue.

"You know, you're not the only attentive person here. I noticed this choker the second you walked in here," Hyunjin went on, one of his hands coming to your neck, playing with the tight necklace. It was that action that made you stop laughing. "I think it's safe to assume that you are into choking. Am I right?"

You didn't answer him, though you swallowed hard at his words. Even though Hyunjin had been somewhat of a jerk the last few minutes, you couldn't deny the effect his hands had on you. Your eyes were focused on his as you were unable to look anywhere else.

Frankly, you had worn the choker simply because you liked how it made your throat look. That choking was one of your kinks had nothing to do with you wearing it, though it seemed to appear like a hint. Had Hyunjin not been so unknowingly rude to you earlier, you would have probably already gone home with him.

"It is, isn't it?" The smirk on his face only grew as one of his fingers made their way below the choker, pulling a little, which cut off your air supply for a few seconds. "Well, I guess that makes two of us then."

As Hyunjin said those words, his hand left your throat, tracing down the side of your arm. Goosebumps grew all over your body, which he obviously noticed. The way his fingers traced over your skin made you think back to the last time someone had touched you like this. The contact between the two of you was pretty intimate, and if you were being honest, it had been a while.

"What do you say. Let's get out of here and elaborate on our joined interest a little further." Hyunjin seemed sure of your answer. He basically had a foot out the door already, ready to take you to his dorm and do whatever it was that he wanted to do. Maybe you would have gone with him had you been a little drunker. But you weren't, so you wouldn't. It was as easy as that.

Honestly, you were thankful for the sense that came back to you at that moment. Another one of Hyunjin's advances, and you might have really considered leaving with him. Something like this had never happened to you anyways, so the temptation was justified. Still, you couldn't give in to any boy that came on to you. Especially not the cocky ones who probably got anything they ever wanted with the bat of their eyelashes.

With that thought in mind and your hand against his chest, you leaned forward to be closer to his ear. The music had gotten even louder over the past few minutes, and you wanted to make sure that he'd hear every word leaving your mouth.

"Pass." This simple word made Hyunjin look up at you in disbelief, the smirk on his face dying down. It was pretty much visible that he hadn't expected you to reject his offer.

"What?" he questioned in confusion as your hand fell from his chest.

"Thank you, but no thank you," you repeated, grabbing your beer and taking a sip. "I really appreciate your offer, but I'm not interested."

"What the heck? Why would you talk to me for fifteen minutes then?"

"Can't a girl make small talk anymore?" you asked with an eye roll. Somewhere along the line, you had decided that you didn't need Hyunjin to like you any longer, and now you didn't hold back anymore. The usual sarcasm just flowed out of you.

"That wasn't small talk. You literally stared me down without a word for a whole minute," Hyunjin pointed out, making you snort. You couldn't believe that you trying to figure out his major was his whole base for thinking you were interested in him. Well, you were a little, but he didn't need to know that. "And to think I drew you."

Angrily, Hyunjin snatched his bottle off the counter before turning around and leaving for a different room. You subconsciously noted which one so you wouldn't accidentally run into him again.

"It was nice meeting you," you yelled after him, though you doubted he could hear you over the music.

Maybe, you had been a little harsh with your rejection, but someone like him could take it. Actually, you had been pretty nice about it anyways. You had even thanked Hyunjin for his advances before kindly letting him down. And honestly, you hadn't done anything that would lead him to believe you were interested in leaving with him after fifteen minutes of simple conversation. So, you weren't really at fault here.

The party hadn't even really started yet, and still, you felt as if it was enough to last you for months. Nevertheless, there were still a few hours left of your evening, and you knew that leaving this early would only cause more problems. The last thing you needed was an angry Seungmin holding this against you for the rest of the year.

As if you had said his name one too many times, your best friend appeared just that second. He was still in his thick coat as he was scanning the room until he found you. With a smile on his face, and his scarf loosely hanging around his neck, he started making his way towards you. He was followed by a young boy who you immediately identified as Jeongin.

"Hey you," Seungmin greeted you the second he was close enough for you to hear. "This is Jeongin."

"Nice to meet you," you told the boy as you awkwardly returned his small wave.

Maybe it was Seungmin's presence, maybe, it was that you knew the boy was just as nervous about this as you were, but you felt yourself warm up to him immediately. Perhaps those big-sister-y feelings took over you instantly because he looked like the younger brother you never had.

"I heard a lot about you," Jeongin told you with a shy smile, a set of braces appearing behind his lips. "Not that I was asking a lot of questions or anything. I've totally had female friends before. Not that we're friends or anything."

"Dude, relax!" Seungmin bumped his shoulder into his friend's whose cheeks slightly reddened at his waterfall-like introduction. "She's not the Queen or anyone important for that matter."

"Hey!" you exclaimed, throwing Seungmin an offended expression. "It's not like you're Spiderman or anyone either."

Seungmin seemed to understand your hidden threat of exposing his preference for superhero pyjamas to his new friend, so he backed off. He slung the scarf off his neck as he took off his jacket.

"By the way, you could have hurried a little." Had Seungmin gotten here just a few minutes earlier, you might have been spared your previous conversation. It could have made how it had ended a little less uncomfortable.

"Come on, it couldn't have been that bad. You really can't even spend twenty minutes without me babysitting?"

"That's easy for you to say," you pointed out with an eye-roll as Seungmin took a sip of your beer as if you had invited him to. "You weren't just chatted up by some drunk dude who thought you'd leave with him just because you were talking to him."

"Did that really happen?" Jeongin asked with a surprised look on his face.

"It was even worse than it sounds."

"I'm sorry that happened to you, but I'm here now. So, let's get this party going, shall we?"

After Seungmin had gotten himself a drink, ordering a Fanta for his younger friend as a practical joke, he led the two of you away from the bar and into a different room. You had not had the chance to look around yet, so you were pretty surprised to find a second area that was even bigger than the first one.

The dance floor in the middle of the room was already packed, making it harder for you to push through the crowd of people. When you got to the other side of the large room, a barely lit lounge area emerged. It took you a few seconds to realise that Seungmin was heading towards a particular group of people occupying one of four of the four booths.

"Hey, guys!" Your best friend greeted the group consisting of three boys and five girls with a wave.

The first thing you noticed was how stylish they looked compared to you. For comfort reasons, you had gone for your everyday look, consisting of jeans and a band t-shirt. Everybody else looked like they were about to walk a red carpet or a catwalk.

The girls all sported dresses or fashionable jumpsuits, accentuating their individual body types. Each of the girls had a different hair colour – none particularly natural. You counted two different shades of red, one set of blue hair, one lilac and one the deepest shade black you had ever seen. And that was only the girls.

One of the boys had a bleach blonde mullet, the freckles on his face appearing anything but natural. The second boy next to him sported light brown hair over his black undercut. Only the third one seemed to still have his naturally dark brown hair. Even the boys had apparently put on their most fashionable clothing – maybe to make the best first impression they could have made.

"These are Jeongin and y/n. They're a little socially awkward, so maybe don't make direct eye contact with them."

You wanted to complain about how Seungmin had decided to introduce you to the group. Nevertheless, you didn't want your first impression to be that negative, so you stayed quiet instead.

One after another, the people around the table introduced themselves. Other than it had appeared at first, each one of them seemed to be totally sweet, though Felix's unexpectedly deep voice still sent a shiver down your spine. As you sat down at the table, next to a girl who had introduced herself as Chaeryeong, Seungmin explained to you just how he had met such a random group of people.

Apparently, the first person Seungmin had run into was Jisung. The sweet boy with the undercut went to the same songwriting class as Seungmin, and they had met at orientation a few days ago.

Changbin – a beefy brunette with the shrill voice – was a friend of Jisung's. After just a week on campus, Changbin and his friend had decided to have Jisung join their rap-duo, effectively turning it into a rap-trio. The third party of the group was Chan, a second-year music-production student whose reason to not be here tonight was that he had been invited to another party.

The group of five girls, Seungmin had met at karaoke night a couple of days before your arrival on campus. Lia, a girl with lilac hair and Yuna, the black-haired one with the longest legs you had ever seen, also went to the same songwriting class, as well as performing arts. Ryujin, Yeji and Chaeryeong all were dancers just like you, and you quickly realised that all of you had at least one course together this semester.

The last boy at the table was Felix, another Dance major with a smile that you were sure could cure cancer. Seungmin had met him and his dancer friend Minho at a coffee shop off-campus. Apparently, Minho had been invited to the same party as Chan, hence why he wasn't here right now.

Overall, this group made a lot of sense. All of you were either dancers or musicians, which wasn't a given even at an art college. And after finding out that you shared similar interests with all of them, you relaxed. After High School, you hadn't expected to find another group of people you could see yourself spending a lot of time with.

"See. It was a good choice to come here today, wasn't it?" Seungmin asked you quietly as Changbin told a story that made both Felix and Jisung tear up from laughing so hard.

"They're not half bad," you admitted as you noticed that even Jeongin seemed to feel comfortable in this setting. "Good thing you're such a people's person, huh?"

"Good to know I'm good for something," Seungmin joked, making you laugh. As the boy looked at you, he apparently spotted something - or rather someone - behind you, his eyes opening wide in realisation. "I almost forgot, there is one last person I haven't introduced to you yet."

"Another one, really? Do you know everyone?" you questioned in surprise that Seungmin actually knew so many people after just a week here.

How he was doing it, you had no idea. It had been hard enough for you to make just one friend, so that he had made a dozen in such a short time was impressive. No matter how long you knew Seungmin, his ability to make friends with almost everybody still surprised you.

"Ya, Seungmo. You said you'll come and find me the second you get here," you heard a male voice call from behind you as Seungmin got up from his seat to greet the stranger.

"Believe it or not, I was about to," your best friend lied, which his friend seemingly noticed.

"Sure."

"Everybody," Seungmin called for the group to give him attention. As everyone turned around, so did you, being met with a somewhat familiar person standing beside your best friend. "Meet Hyunjin. Hyunjin, meet everybody."

The second Hyunjin noticed you within the group of people, the lop-sided smile faded from his face, a disgusted look taking over. You weren't doing any better with hiding your emotions about his presence, so you weren't mad at him showing his.

"You," Hyunjin called, a frown crossing his features.

"You."

"You know each other?" Seungmin questioned in confusion. "What a coincidence!"

You wouldn't have called it 'knowing', but you were well aware of Hyunjin's existence.

"Unfortunately," Hyunjin replied as he hesitantly sat down at the other end of the table. "You're friends with her?"

"Yes, why?" Seungmin asked Hyunjin as he took a sip of his beer.

"No reason. I'm just surprised you know someone so-" Hyunjin stopped himself before he could say something offending. A fake smile appeared on his lips as he looked at you for a second. "Weird."

"If by weird you mean not stupid enough to fall for some pathetic pick-up line, then call me weird all you want," you told him with a smile just as false.

With the shake of his head, Hyunjin turned away from you, introducing himself to the girls beside him. Maybe, you should have warned them about him, though, for some reason, you knew that Ryujin had everything under control. She just didn't strike you as a girl who would be easily manipulated by good looks and a big ego.

It took you a while to get your eyes to look at something else other than Hyunjin, but when they did, they immediately met Seungmin. Obviously, he was still confused as to how you knew Hyunjin. He was probably even more confused as to how you were already so cold to each other. Knowing Seungmin for the time you did, you weren't surprised when he asked you about the reason behind it.

"So you already made an enemy, huh? Care to explain how that happened?"

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Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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weepinglevi · 3 years

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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floresmarique · 3 years

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Here is a lil Daniel one shot for all my LaRusso girls ♡

SECRET CRUSH(DANIEL LARUSSO X FEM!READER)

Plot; You are one of Ali's best friends, hiding a secret: having a big crush on Daniel, the one boy she is dating. But what will happen when Daniel asks you to help him with Ali?

WARNING: A tiny bit of a smutty situation.

Tags; 'cheating' in a certain sense, dry humping, Daniel being VERY bold, seductive reader, some angst, fluff.

Also, they are still in high school just for the sake of the plot.

Enjoy!

There he was again, Daniel LaRusso.

He was talking to Ali, as always. She was laughing, resting her back against the school's wall. Daniel had one arm beside her head, the other hand was on his hip and he had a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

And then there was (Y/N).

She was admiring the scene from afar, a sad sigh leaving her mouth while she held her books tight to her chest. Since she saw Daniel that first day on the beach, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She thought he looked so gorgeous with those dark locks of his and his chestnut eyes. His skin looked tanned and his body was slim, more skinny than muscular.

But, of course, he had his eyes for Ali since the beginning. (Y/N) wasn't surprised about it but she was dying of jealousy. She wasn't the classic ugly duck best friend, in fact, (Y/N) was considered one of the hottest girls at school along with Ali. A lot of boys desired her and before Johnny Lawrence even got with Ali, he first flirted with (Y/N) but she always refused him so Ali was kinda the second option.

(Y/N) didn't feel insecure about herself because she had a very high self-esteem. She always took care of herself, always had a good smell and beautiful soft hair and her body always turned a lot of heads. She had an amazing sense of style, even better than Ali if you asked her.

But (Y/N) wasn't just looks; she had a beautiful personality too, always sweet and humble. She never liked to get involved in drama, it was a waste of time in her opinion. Her sense of humour always cracked up even the most silent kid. She also had a very sassy attitude and wasn't scared to bite if someone tried to provoke her or the people she cared about since she was very protective and people knew that it was better not to mess with her.

"Ali, we should get to class." After stopping envying her best friend's relationship with Daniel, (Y/N) finally walked towards the both of them and said the first thing to make them separate. She knew that their relationship still would exist but she felt an aching pain in her chest whenever she saw them talking and laughing together.

Ali sighed and nodded, kissing Daniel's cheek and then whispered something in his ear that made him smirk.

Was it something dirty? (Y/N) was dying to know but at the same time she preferred to not know anything about their intimate life. Ali never talked to her about it, maybe they were still taking time to not rush anything or she was just shy about it but (Y/N) knew that one day they would have done something together and the thought of it made her sick to her stomach.

Daniel gazed at (Y/N) and gave her his usual friendly smile. He was wearing a tartan button up shirt and some high waisted black jeans. He had gotten taller since the last year, when her and Ali first met him, but his voice stayed the same. (Y/N) noticed that many times Daniel checked her out and it even happened on their first encounter at the beach but she thought that it was something unintentional that every guy did.

"Wait!" Daniel exclaimed before the two friends could walk away. "(Y/N), can i talk to you for a moment?"

(Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach at his request. He never asked her something and their conversations were very minimal and mostly about Ali. (Y/N) nodded while her friend furrowed her eyebrows, confused, but then she smiled and waved at them.

"I'm going to class, see you later (Y/N)!" She said and, before completely walking away, she sent Daniel a kiss that he fake caught with his hand, sending her a big grin.

"So what is it?" (Y/N) tried to hide her excitment and the blush that was starting to form on her cheeks. Daniel took her hand so that they could go somewhere a little more private. (Y/N) heated even more up at his physical contact and gulped, she felt the warmth of his hand and felt his long and slim fingers around her palm.

"Okay!" He said once they reached a column and went behind it. "You are the only person that can help me right now."

(Y/N) smiled, hoping to hear Daniel say something that completely involved just her and him. She was tapping the edges of her books with her fingertips, obviously feeling very nervous.

But her hope and smile vanished when he finally spoke.

"Soon it's gonna be Ali's birthday..." He started and (Y/N) contained her delusion and sighs of vanished hope to herself, listening to him. What was she expecting? Of course it was about Ali, like always. He always chose (Y/N) when he needed to do something for Ali because she was her closest friend and knew her better than the others. "I want to organize a fun party for her and i also don't know what gift should i give her-"

"Ali doesn't want a big party this year." (Y/N) cutted him off. "She told me that she's tired of big parties, so don't bother."

(Y/N) sounded more acid than she intended to be, but it wasn't her fault. It was the jealousy that made her like that.

"Oh..." Daniel looked confused and thought about it for a second before nodding. "Okay, well, can you help me with the gift? Maybe we could go shopping together this evening if it's okay with you. I'm really desperate, i don't know what to give her! She literally has everything!"

(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled at his words.

He was basically telling her to hang out with him that night to find a gift for Ali.

Hanging out together.

(Y/N) didn't even thought about it for a second, she couldn't miss that opportunity. Spending an evening with him was something she always desired, even if it was just for Ali. She was hoping to get to know him better, to talk about their interests and maybe to find some things in common.

She couldn't say no.

"Yeah, sounds fine to me." She nonchalantly nodded, making it look like it wasn't that big of a deal but inside she was squealing. "I'll meet you at 6:00 pm at the mall, alright?"

"Yeah!" He smiled. "6:00 pm at the mall, captain!"

He walked away and turned around to wink at her and (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat at his action. She stood still behind the column and softly smiled to herself, already thinking of an outfit for the evening. Once she reached her class 5 minutes late, she sat next to Ali like always and tried to act as if nothing happened.

"Pst!" Ali whispered and nudged her elbow, stopping (Y/N) from taking notes on her notebook. "What did Daniel want?"

(Y/N) couldn't tell her about what happened because it was also about her birthday, so she shrugged and kept writing notes.

"Nothing much, he just needed an help with a math exercise."

Ali looked a little hesitant at first and narrowed her eyes, but then believed her because she knew that (Y/N) was very good in every subject while Daniel not so much. Many minutes passed since the last words the two friends exchanged and (Y/N) suddenly saw a little folded piece of paper fall on her notebook. She furrowed her eyebrows and opened it, reading the message inside.

'Are you coming to my house this evening?'

-Johnny.

"I think that's for me!" Ali silently giggled and took the piece of paper from (Y/N)'s hands, letting out a soft laugh after reading it. She then wrote a simple 'yes' on the same paper and throwed it back to Johnny, grinning while doing so, leaving (Y/N) in pure shock as she watched the full scene.

"What are you doing?" She whisper-yelled to Ali. "I thought you never wanted to talk to Johnny again."

"Chill out, (Y/N)!" The blonde said and turned the page of her book. "We are just friends now."

"He invited you to his house, do you really think that he has friendly intentions with you?"

(Y/N) saw the teacher's glare on her and wrote no sense words on her notebook just to not be yelled at. Ali rolled her eyes and didn't look at her, making (Y/N) even more mad. She couldn't believe it and all that she was thinking about was Daniel.

"What about Daniel? Are you gonna tell him that you are paying a visit to your ex boyfriend's house?" (Y/N) spoke with a sarcastic tone and Ali scoffed.

"I know what i'm doing, it's not like i'm cheating on him." (Y/N) shook her head in disappointment, rage building up inside of her. Daniel didn't deserve that. "Mind your own business."

"You are aware of the fact that Johnny literally beated up Daniel last year or you forgot about it?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrow and Ali was red in the face, she was aware of the fact that she was doing the wrong thing.

"Johnny changed, i just want to talk to him." Before (Y/N) could respond, Ali quickly cutted her off. "Mind your own business."

After that, the bell rang and (Y/N) immediately stood up without saying another word to Ali and, once she reached the door, she saw Johnny leaning over Ali's chair, and all she did was giggle. (Y/N) made an expression of disgust and left the class, facing the day like she always did but while staying away from her best friend.

She saw Daniel and Ali walking home together at the end of school and she observed the way he wrapped one of his arms around Ali's waist so that she could be closer to him. (Y/N) hopped on her bike and during the ride she thought about her meeting with Daniel.

Knowing what Ali was doing, (Y/N) decided to play dirty too and to be selfish for once. She smirked while she rode her bike, her hair moved smoothly in the wind and she was more confident than ever in that moment because she knew what to do.

She was going to seduce Daniel.

Grinning to herself, she reached her house and prepared everything for the evening that she dreamed for a whole year. After lunch, she took a shower and made sure to use her favourite body lotion after getting out, the one that smelt like vanilla and coconut. She wrapped her wet locks around some rollers to get bouncy curls and while waiting, she started to look for the perfect outfit.

She played some music on her radio while she searched for the clothes she needed in her wardrobe and 'Cruel Summer' started echoing in the room. (Y/N) sang the words to the song and after awhile, she smirked when she placed her eyes on a beautiful red mini dress. It was tight, with thin straps and of a bright red. It didn't look too fancy, it looked classy but casual, perfect for the situation.

To match her nails with her dress, (Y/N) painted them of red and did a simple makeup to emphasize her lips so that they would have looked more kissable to seduce Daniel better. She chose a deeper shade of red for her lips and when she noticed that it was already 5:00 pm, she started getting dressed.

Once she slipped in her mini dress, (Y/N) decided to wear some black shoes with a short heel and a strap that wrapped around her ankles. She removed the rollers from her hair and styled them better with a brush. She was satisfied with how her hair turned out; bouncy, shiny and voluminous.

(Y/N) looked at her figure in the mirror and added the last touches to her look, spraying a little bit of perfume and putting on a denim jacket on her shoulders. She felt confident and smiled at her reflection proudly before leaving the house to go to the mall. She got there 10 minutes late because she walked slowly to get there, but she did it on purpose because she wanted to be waited.

When (Y/N) finally arrived, she immediately saw Daniel sitting on a bench at the center of the mall. She noticed that he had changed his clothes too but they still looked pretty casual. When she started walking towards him, Daniel stood up and checked her out, his mouth was hanging slightly open at the sight of her.

"Did you have to wait long?" (Y/N) gave him her charming smile and Daniel shook his head to reassure her but his eyes never left her body.

"No, i came here like 2 minutes ago." He nodded, but he was lying. He was there since 6:00 pm as she told him, but he couldn't be mad when she looked like that. "You look uh- very fancy."

"What are you talking about?" (Y/N) laughed. "This is my casual look."

"Well, i'm not complaining."

After his answer, (Y/N) felt even more confident than before.

This is gonna be easy. She thought to herself.

They started to walk side by side and all Daniel could hear was the click (Y/N)'s heels made after every track and he couldn't stop staring at her figure while she talked about some of Ali's favourites shops. He stared at her profile, at how her hair bounced when she walked, at her red plump lips and he felt guilty about it even tho he never denied that she was a beautiful girl.

She just looked even more beautiful in that moment and Daniel tried to distract himself from looking too much at her, but (Y/N) already knew what he was doing and contained her grin.

"She buys a lot of clothes at GadZooks" (Y/N) said and stopped walking when they reached the mentioned shop.

"I don't know, she always buys clothes... i want to give her something that she still doesn't have."

(Y/N) thought for a moment and then she turned to look at Daniel.

"You know, she talked to me about wanting some earrings..." She smirked. "What is your budget?"

"I have 50$ with me."

"That's enough, c'mon!" She purposely took his hand and sent him another smile before walking again. "I know exactly where to go!"

Daniel ended up buying some cute silver earrings for Ali and wrote her a little letter that he inserted inside the box. (Y/N) felt jealous again, especially thinking about the fact that while he was there to buy her a gift, Ali was at Johnny's house doing god knows what. (Y/N) tried to kick her thoughts out of her head because she had to focus on her goal.

"I'm sure she's gonna love them." She told Daniel after they came out from the shop. He nodded to himself and then smiled at her. "Yeah but i think i'm gonna give you some credits too on the letter."

(Y/N) slightly blushed at his comment but tried to act cool.

"Don't you think she will be jealous knowing that we spent the evening together?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and smirked. Daniel laughed and shrugged.

"It was for a good reason, she would never have these beautiful pair of earrings if we didn't!"

"Sounds legit!" (Y/N) laughed and before she could say something else, Daniel spoke first.

"Are you hungry? We could eat something at that bar right there, an ice cream maybe?"

(Y/N) was surprised at his question but nodded anyway and soon after that, they entered the bar where (Y/N) sat on a high stool while she observed Daniel.

"So for me a medium size chocolate ice cream with sprinkles on it..." He said to the lady behind the counter and then glanced at (Y/N) "what about you, cherry?"

The nickname took her off guard but his wink after made her cheeks flush. She cleared her throat and fixed her hair a bit before answering.

"A medium size strawberry ice cream with lots of whipped cream..." She smirked and kept talking. "And if it's possible, a little cherry on top."

Daniel chuckled while (Y/N) rested her head on her hand, admiring how perfect he looked in that exact moment. She noticed that his arms weren't as skinny as last year and she supposed that he was building up a little bit of muscles because of Karate. Daniel noticed her staring at him so he grinned a bit before snapping her out of the thoughts she was having about him.

"I think they have cherries- oh here they are!" He took both of the ice creams from the lady's hands and handed the strawberry one to (Y/N) so that he could pay for the both of them. It felt like a date and (Y/N) wasn't mad about it for sure.

Daniel sat on the stool right in front of (Y/N) and smiled at her when she took the petiole of the cherry with two of her fingers.

"Why that nickname?" She asked him and Daniel softly laughed.

"You remind me of a cherry tonight, with all that red on you." He licked some of his ice cream and (Y/N) nodded, taking it as a compliment.

"Well, do you like cherries?" She asked, her tone was seductive while she crossed her legs, discovering her thighs more. Daniel eyed her up and down and blushed a little before nodding.

"Yes, very much."

"You know, i can make a knot with the petiole of the cherry..."

Daniel widened his eyes at her words, not even knowing about that kind of talent.

"I want to see it to believe it!" He chuckled and moved closer to her with his stool, making (Y/N) giggle.

"Ok, watch." (Y/N) snatched the petiole off the cherry and inserted it into her mouth without breaking eye contact with Daniel. The dark haired boy observed her tongue movements and watched carefully, astonished by the way she slowly moved the tip of her tongue to interwine the edges of the petiole.

Her gestures also made him think dirty things that he just couldn't help. Her lips looked so good half opened and the inside of her mouth looked so inviting. Daniel didn't even feel guilty anymore, he felt like there was only (Y/N) there with him and Ali wasn't even running through his mind in that moment.

(Y/N) smiled and pulled her tongue out to show him a perfectly tight knot on the center of the petiole that Daniel observed fascinated.

"Woah" He stared at her eyes while she reached for the petiole with her fingertips to hold it in the air. "That's a big talent you have there!"

(Y/N) bit the cherry and left another equal piece for Daniel, so she bent forward and grinned at him. She also noticed that he had a little bit of ice cream on top of his lip and cleaned it off with one finger that she later licked while staring in his brown eyes. Daniel instantly tensed up, he felt his jeans tighten but tried to play it cool while eating the piece of cherry that she gave to him.

"You like it?" She asked, her voice full of mischief.

"Even more than the other cherries i ate in my life, i wonder why..."

They both bursted in a loud laugh and finished their ice creams, chatting a bit about their interests as (Y/N) hoped. He talked about how Mr. Miyagi trained him and was very euphoric while doing so, which made (Y/N) giggle.

"I saw you at the tournament." (Y/N) said and gave him a sweet smile. "I thought that the kick in the face that you gave to Johnny was amazing."

Daniel's expression softened and he blushed before smirking at her once more.

"I could teach you one day."

(Y/N) chuckled, giving him a slight slap on the shoulder.

"No but i'm serious!" He took her wrist, not harshly but enough to stop (Y/N)'s hand from slapping his shoulder. They both stared into each other's eyes and for a moment there was silence. Daniel slowly removed his hand from (Y/N)'s wrist and then proceeded to talk but with a slightly deeper voice. "I'd gladly teach you."

(Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart beat faster. She felt the whole zoo in her stomach, not just butterflies, and her cheeks were heating up.

"I'd gladly let you be my Sensei."

It was already 8:00 pm when they got out from the bar. They talked so much that time flied but Daniel didn't want to tell her goodbye yet so he took her hand and leaded her out of the mall.

"Where are we going?" (Y/N) giggled and followed him without hesitation.

"To the Arcade!" Daniel excitedly exclaimed, never leaving her hand. "We can be there in like 10 minutes if we run!"

"But Daniel, i have heels on!"

Daniel stopped in his tracks and looked at her, a big grin formed on his mouth.

"Not an obstacle for me!" Before (Y/N) could open her mouth to say something, he picked her up bridal style and (Y/N) instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Daniel started running, holding her carefully and tight to his chest while crossing the road.

"Danny you're crazy!" (Y/N) squealed and hid her head in the crook of his neck. Daniel laughed and smirked at the nickname, her perfume invaded his nostrils and it only made him want to hold her even tighter to him and so he did. (Y/N) felt good in his arms, she was where she always wanted to be and found the crook of his neck to be comforting, she inhaled the smell of his skin and softly smiled, leaving a light peck there that didn't go unnoticed by Daniel.

After arriving to the Arcade, Daniel put her back on the ground and laughed. (Y/N) fixed her hair and her jacket with a big smile on her face.

"Are you ok?" He asked, a little bit concerned since he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, that was amazing! You are insane, LaRusso."

"I think i have a preference for Danny."

(Y/N) blushed and walked with him inside the Arcade. He searched for her hand while looking forward and she pleasantly took it, noticing how Daniel smiled as she did so.

"What do you want to do first?" Daniel asked her and she thought about it for some seconds before giving her answer.

"What about air hockey?"

"Sounds great, but i gotta warn you first; i'm the champion of air hockey!"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, giving him a challenging glance.

"We'll see about that!"

They played two matches at air hockey and (Y/N) won both times. She couldn't stop her laughter because of Daniel's disappointed expression, everytime she tried to look at his face she bursted out in a laugh that made her tear up and Daniel kinda kept that expression on purpose to make her laugh. He liked the sound of her laugh because it sounded like a melody to his ears.

"Please stop making that face!" She squealed, hitting Daniel's shoulder to make him laugh too.

"You are just so cute when you laugh..." He told her with a wide smirk. She covered her face with her hands and kept giggling before taking his hand again.

"Let's play golf!" (Y/N) exclaimed, leading Daniel to the golf spot. She saw him smirking again and rolled her eyes. "What? Are you a champion of golf too?"

Daniel gasped, putting his hand on his chest acting like he was deeply hurted.

"Jesus, (Y/N), there's no need to burn me like that!"

They both chuckled in unison and started playing but (Y/N) was having some trouble with her golf bat. She looked frustrated, losing against Daniel. The boy was amused by the sight of her and found her little pout adorable, but decided to give her an hand anyway.

"Look-" Daniel positioned his body behind (Y/N)'s back and covered her arms with his longer ones, helping her move the bat in the right way. (Y/N) could feel his breath against her hair, their faces were so close that she could see some little brown freckles at the top of his nose. They were so small that they could only be seen if someone stood that close to him. She admired his profile, his focused gaze on the hole that he had to center with the little white ball. "And just like that..."

Daniel whispered, making (Y/N) shiver. She was sure that he could hear her beating heart even over the loud music that was playing in the local. The girl looked down, placing her eyes on Daniel's hands that were covering her smaller ones. She gulped when he slightly moved both of their arms in a syncrhonized way so that he could perfectly hit the ball, making it fall into the hole.

"Thanks..." Her voice was lower than before and Daniel could see her red cheeks standing so close to her. He looked at her jawline, then his eyes fell on her displayed neck and he lightly bit his lip. Daniel slowly moved his hands to her hips while (Y/N) still held the bat with her hands and didn't move a bit when she felt his hands on her.

"No problem, let's see if you understood now."

(Y/N) didn't look at him but she knew that he had a smirk plastered on his face after saying those words. She took another ball and placed it on the ground, narrowing her eyes to focus better on her goal. Daniel's fingertips were pressed deeper on her hips but (Y/N) tried to not distract herself, moving the bat like he showed her. When the ball ended up in the hole, (Y/N) proudly smiled to herself before suddenly tripping against Daniel's chest. Daniel was quick to catch her, holding her tight to his body.

"I'm sorry..." She shyly said, meeting Daniel's eyes that looked more dilatated than before. They both remained in that position, looking into each other's eyes. Daniel gave her a flirty grin, never leaving her hips.

"I'm not." And just like that, he kissed her. Daniel LaRusso, the boyfriend of (Y/N)'s best friend, kissed her before she could even realize it. (Y/N) immediately closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his plump lips on her ones, something she always dreamed of at night. Daniel's grip on her tightened and he felt things that he never felt before, not even with Ali.

After the kiss, they both shared a look that said it all; they wanted each other. Daniel took her hand, not even bothering to fix the golf bats, and found with her an hidden spot outside of the Arcade. The streets were dark and they stopped in a spot where the music that was playing in the Arcade sounded a lot lower and Daniel didn't waste any time once he had her all to himself, attacking her lips with ardor while blocking her body between him and the wall.

Her head was spinning at the mix of sensations she was feeling, she felt heated up and her heart was throbbing. Daniel's hands reached for her ass during the intense make out session, squeezing it harshly. (Y/N) panted at the gesture and held his neck to get him even closer to her body. She still felt like she was in a dream and, if it was, she never wanted to wake up again. A light smirk appeared on her lips when Daniel's erection pressed against her.

"You make me crazy..." He whispered, never leaving her lips. Daniel looked hungry, hungry for her. He left little pecks on her cheek and jawline before stopping on her neck, where he started biting her sweet spot there.

"Daniel-" (Y/N) whimpered, making him smirk against her neck. He cupped her face, devouring her lips again while she gripped his shirt and caressed his back. Daniel slowly started to rub against her body and (Y/N) only encouraged him by following his movements. "I've always wanted you..."

"Look what are you making me do, fuck." He kissed her forehead, breathing heavily on her face. "This is what you want? This is why you showed up looking like this, uh?"

(Y/N) bit his neck, making him groan before shaking her head.

"No, i want more."

Daniel stopped for a moment, searching for her eyes just to understand what she meant. He saw desire in them once he looked at her but also desperation and love. He never saw her with that look in her eyes before and stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Her red lipstick was all smeared on her chin and he was sure he had some of it on his mouth too. When he placed an hand on her cheek, (Y/N) touched it with her fingertips and kept it there, never breaking eye contact with him.

"How long?" He asked, still shocked.

(Y/N) inhaled some air before answering and closed her eyes for a second, opening them again with wet pupils.

"Since the first day." Her voice was shaking. They both didn't know what to say or do, the sound of the music and of the cars filled their ears. Daniel opened his mouth to say something, but then he stopped himself. (Y/N) looked down, her chin was trembling and she just couldn't control herself anymore, so she started crying. She cried several times alone in her room for Daniel, but telling him about her feelings after so long and seeing that he didn't know what to say, made all her dreams fall apart.

(Y/N) turned her back to him so that he couldn't see her tears, but he for sure could hear her crying. Daniel closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, not knowing how to react. He was clueless about everything and she never gave him signals, till that night. However, before placing his eyes on Ali that day on the beach, he was eyeing (Y/N) kissed by the sun, layed down on her towel. She slightly lowered her sunglasses to glance at Daniel and was the first girl of the group that smiled at him.

Daniel looked at (Y/N)'s back and as the time passed, he asked himself why he chose Ali. Yes, she was pretty, but (Y/N) was a beauty that he never saw before. He remembered her sly smile at the beach and even the way her legs shined in the sun, or how he desired to caress her hair because they looked so soft.

Daniel was dating the wrong girl and he only understood that thanks to that evening spent with (Y/N). He realized that he never had something really in common with Ali and she wasn't even a devoted lover like he wanted. Conversations with Ali were superficial and mostly about the things she liked. With (Y/N) time flied away and he had the most fun night in his life with her. She listened to him, she acted like his girlfriend even tho she wasn't.

And the butterflies he felt everytime he looked at her explained everything that he needed to know.

"Shit!" Daniel suddenly cursed under his breath, making (Y/N) turn her head to look at him while quickly wiping her tears away. "I think i forgot the bag with the gift at the Arcade."

(Y/N)'s heart broke even more at his words. He was still thinking about Ali in that situation. (Y/N) felt stupid and also angry. She was mentally telling herself that she needed to forget Daniel and move on, but she knew that it was going to be hard.

"I'm gonna take it back-" Daniel nervously spoke. "You- stay here. Just stay here, okay?"

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at him and then only nodded, without saying a word. She watched Daniel walk away, turning the corner to reach the Arcade again. She sighed and crossed her arms to her chest, tapping her feet on the floor. The wind hit her face and she felt some of her tears drying up on her cheeks. All she could think about was Daniel kissing her, his hands, his body, his everything.

Ishould've stayed silent. She whispered to herself and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes for some minutes before she heard some steps getting closer to her. Opening her eyes, she saw Daniel again with the bag in his hand.

"Can we go no-" Daniel ushed her, placing one of his fingers on her lips.

"I think that these will look better on you..." He softly spoke while taking out the box with the earrings from the bag. (Y/N) was beyond shocked and turned her head away, but Daniel gently took her cheek to make her look at him again. "Let me put them on you."

"Daniel what-"

"Please just let me do it."

(Y/N) sighed and stood still infront of him. He moved one strand of her hair behind her ear and clasped the first earring to her lobe, then did the same thing to the other ear. He backed away a little to admire her better and smirked at the view.

"I knew it." He proudly said, more to himself than to (Y/N). She still had her arms crossed and another warm tear was sliding down her cheek. Daniel noticed it and wiped it away with his finger, hugging her tightly and resting his chin on the top of her head. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his back and cried into his chest while Daniel caressed her soft locks and kissed her forehead, reassurring her.

When she stopped crying, he cupped her face with his hands and cleaned her up from her tears and smeared lipstick.

"I look like a mess-" she softly chuckled.

"No, you still look beautiful." He gave her a short peck on the lips and smiled. "Should we go?"

When she nodded, Daniel wrapped one arm around her shoulders and walked with her in the dark streets illuminated by the moon light. She looked down and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling protected for the first time in her life. Daniel held her tight and squeezed her shoulder before speaking.

"So when do you want me to teach you some Karate?"

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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Let's Play A Love Game

Author's note: this one is rated 😈 so yeah. There was originally more angst in my mind but once I got to that part I was over it lol I'm the worst at angst I much rather make it naughty. It's more rushed than I wanted but I don't really have time to write 10k fics right now. But hopefully soon.

Summary: it's just pretend, right?

She hadn't meant to push the event in the corner of her mind until she forgot about it completely, so much so that when the e-vite showed up in her inbox she stared at it in wide eyed shock not even noticing Mi-Seon creeping up behind her.

"It's already time for that? I usually know it's coming because you start buying expensive dresses you can't afford and crying at your credit card bill. Maybe country life has really changed you hm?"

False. Inaccurate. Utterly wrong to the every core.

She lets out a shrill scream letting her head fall painfully on her desktop.

"I'm an idiot! Just kill me now, I deserve it." She has nothing to wear, okay the mountain of boxes in her living room, bedroom and some hidden in the linen closet beg to defer but none of that is worthy of this event. The annual dentist convention in Seoul, it's a week long getaway. It's meant to be an opportunity to build connections and attend professional learning classes, but that has long been abandoned. Now it is a fashion show and chance to show off your success and this year more than ever she has to impress everyone. They all look down on her and her cute little practice. Those judgemental snarky bitches.

"Do we have anymore patients?" She absently asks her best friend, only friend already getting up and walking away.

"No that was the last one. Do you want to call it a day?" She doesn't give a verbal reply lost in her phone and the disease that is online shopping, in the span of three minutes she has already added seven dresses to her cart.

"Chief Hong is going to have a long day."

It's just as Mi-seon says the next day the nosy know it all shows up glaring at her over the handful of packages in his arms.

"Don't tell me you're doing this again. What more could you possibly have to order? How much things does one woman need?" His voice is an air warmer than the last time they were in this very same position, but she tries not to think too hard about it. Their relationship is too confusing these days, as temperamental as the sea.

"Are delivery men allowed to complain this much when they're doing a job they are getting paid for?" She snarks back, snatching her packages from his arms with a huff. Ignoring the grin on his face as she disappears into her house.

"That better be all you order. I'm not coming back."

He comes back. At least six more trips, more boxes each time on the last day he doesn't simply leave after making his delivery.

"I'm coming in for tea because of you I've been working too hard." She squeaks indignantly as he pushes past her, their shoulders brushing in the tight space of the doorway.

She should wait until she doesn't have an audience but she's too impatient so while he's making the tea in her kitchen (so rude and intrusive), she starts to open a few boxes pulling out the contents. Dresses, blouses, shirts, hair accessories, lipsticks in all shades and hues, and of course shoes; heels, flats and everything in between.

"Your house looks like a department store." She jumps at his voice glancing up at him, almost laughing at the hedgehog mug that he's drinking out of that Mi-seon gave her as a joke. Leave it to him to pick the most ridiculous mug.

"Hurry up and go so I can try everything on." She starts to take the objects out and organize them, putting together possible outfits lazily.

"Why not have a fashion show?" He slurps loudly at the tea, sighing and smiling down at the warm beverage. Acting like he's never had tea before, such a plebian.

"A fashion show?"

"Yeah, model all that", he motions to the new boxes littering her bedroom floor, "and I'll let you know what looks good."

She scoffs, loudly looking at his lackluster outfit; a simple white tee tucked into dark cargo pants with suspenders.

"What do you know about fashion?" She replies meanly, despite the little voice in her mind that reminds her that while his outfits are more practical than fashionable there is something distracting about the way his shoulders fill out his shirts and the way his long legs sit in his pants.

He shrugs looking down at himself, "I'm the town handy man I have no need to look good. But I'm still a man I can tell you what I think looks good on a woman."

Oh. It's a nonchalant statement said with no real heat but the implications make her skin warm up, she's never once thought that he saw her as a woman; nor considered looking at him like a man. (Lies.)

"I--why woul--why?" She stutters through an answer, tongue heavy in her mouth. He looks back nonplussed, sitting down pointedly on her couch.

"Never took you for the shy kind. You growing bashful now Ms. Dentist?" His eyes twinkle with mischief and she knows that she's being played but she wants nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. Slamming her room door, she pulls off her casual house clothes and grabs the first thing that catches her attention- a buttery yellow dress that grazes her knee, pairing them with white heels and a high messy bun. A swipe of lip tint completes the look and she confidently opens her room door.

Du-sik is staring aimlessly at his phone and doesn't notice her reappearance at first, so she coughs loudly folding her arms and when his eyes land on her, a chill runs down her spine at the look that lands on her body. It's been a long time since a man looked at her in this way, his eyes are undressing her even though he was the one who implored her to dress up in the first place. She hates it. At least she should hate it. But she can't ignore the satisfaction that washes over her at his dumbfounded look, that smug look obliterated by her very first look.

"Well?" She pushes harder, twirling to give him the full look. His gasp is loud behind her, she knows exactly why. The deep revealing plunge that travels all the way to the small of her back. There's no way she would wear this to the convention much too suggestive but that's her business.

"Wher-" his voice cracks and this time she can't contain her smile, dimples flashing now at her clear affect on him, clearing his throat he tries again, "Where exactly are you going again?"

She hums turning back around, gleeful at the vibrant blush on his cheeks. So he is just a man after all.

"A dentist convention." She answers cheekily and he guffaws loudly, eyes narrowing at her like he knows exactly what she's trying to do. They stare at each other for a long moment and she ultimately breaks the stand still, realizing what's happening. It feels a lot like flirting.

Collecting herself, she barrels back into the room.

"What the hell are you doing?" She whispers to her reflection, face too flushed for her liking.

A hard knock at the door pulls her from her self chastisement, "You didn't even wait for my rating."

She sighs loudly covering her face in embarrassment at her own action. She doesn't even have alcohol to blame this time.

"I don't care. This was stupid, let's stop."

Of course he ignores her.

"I liked it. But it's too...sexy for convention. You should wear that for someone special. I doubt anyone with a beating heart would be able to resist you."

What the fuck.

This isn't who they are, when did they become comfortable enough for conversations like this? They despised each other, right? Confused and annoyingly flattered, she peels the dress off her body trying her hardest not to think about the fact that only a door separates him and her naked body.

"I would love to see the others. But I have to go, but if you want my opinion. Red is definitely your color."

"What?" She replies, but she can hear the too loud click of the front opening and then closing and just as capriciously as he arrived, he leaves.

Burying something that feels a lot like disappointment she flops onto her bed, head fuzzy like its been wrapped in cotton.

"What is going on?"

They don't see much of each other the next day and it's unusual given how much they see each other on a regular basis but she refuses to think about it or even consider that he's avoiding her. He's just busy and she doesn't care anyway, they have nothing to do with each other.

The convention is in two days now, she has her overnight bag packed with all her new purchases and the messages have been pouring in their group chat. She's mostly chosen to ignore them but on a whim she decides to check what they're so excited about, only to feel her stomach drop.

Why isn't Hye Jin answering?

Maybe she's busy with her mystery man 😉

Oh! She has to bring him, we need to interrogate him!

Yoon Hye Jin don't pretend you don't see these messages!!

That she had forgotten about.

"Why did you tell them that he's interested in you? Has living here altered your brain, you idiot." She berates herself.

"Who's interested in you? Why are you an idiot?" Mi-seon looks curious from the doorway, without waiting for an invitation she hops onto the bed with two cans of beer. She grabs one, drinking it in a flash.

"Oh it's that kind of night." Mi-seon says excitedly running to grab more beers.

"So let me get this straight, you told them that Chief Hong is interested in you and that he's been chasing you but you're not interested?"

She nods meekly, wishing the floor would swallow her up.

"Why did you lie?"

That's the brunt of the issue, she's a liar. She should have sent her initial message and told them that there was nothing between them but how could she when they were all calling him handsome and acting like she finally did something right? She'd spent that entire dinner feeling like her teenage self on the outside looking in, wanting nothing more than to be someone worthy of being included.

"I know I should have told the truth."

"Yes, you should have told them that you're interested in him too."

Huh.

Time stops as she processes the words that her best friend just uttered. There is static in her head as she tries to make sense of it.

"What are you talking about?"

Mi-seon looks at her unimpressed.

"You can both keep lying to yourself but the rest of us aren't as stupid. You're both interested in each other. It's mutual."

She wants to ardently deny the accusation but the words are caught in her throat and all she can manage are refusing sounds.

"You've been wearing red all week." Mi-seon says accusingly and she jumps up in huff, "So what? I'm allowed to wear colors!"

"You hate wearing red. You said it makes your skin look too pale. You hardly ever wear it. So color me surprised when I learned that red is the favorite color of a certain part timer."

That damn town chat. There has to be a way to get Mi-seon out of it. Maybe it was a mistake letting her live here. She was learning too much.

"Don't even bother to deny it. I won't believe anything you say. But I think you should ask him to go with you, you'll get some time alone to figure this out."

There's nothing to figure out. They are..... acquaintances who can admit that the other is vaguely attractive at times. His face isn't all that bad and she's pretty, so it's natural that there is tension at times, like he said they were still humans.

So she doesn't tell him about her fib, pretending everything is fine until it's the day of the convention and her anxiety has all but smothered her and her hands have a slight tremble in them as she starts to drive.

"It's going to be fine. Everything will be okay." She doesn't believe a word she's saying to herself, her heart is thumping in her heaving chest. She doesn't want to go alone. Convincing Mi-seon to leave was a failed endeavour, her and that police officer becoming inseparable. She knew what that smile meant when her best friend had realized that she would have the house to herself. She could barely get a word in as Mi-seon started frantically shaving her legs then pushed her out of the bathroom to "shave her wild cat".

With a sigh she starts driving, the car too quiet despite what she'd told Du-Sik and the Gongjin grannies. Uncharacteristically she turns on the radio, kpop blaring from the speakers. She recognizes the tune, never before has something as mundane as butter seemed so interesting but the kitchen essential was given new life by the song. She bops her head to the catchy beat, trying to ignore the fact that she's driving to the lion's den.

Some time later, she pulls into the hotel a valet already coming over to get her car. Grabbing her overnight bag, she exits the car handing her keys to the waiting hands of the valet.

Everyone is here and none of them had come alone, she was the only one without a plus one. They haven't noticed her yet so she watches as they all laugh at a joke she can't hear, unnecessarily stroking at their husband's chests as if to show off their exorbitantly priced wedding rings. Everything was always a competition here.

She shouldn't have come. Their was nothing about her life that they would be envious of. She was going to make a fool of herself. Impulsively she starts stepping back but it's too late, Hong In-A spots her and points her out and immediately all eyes are on her, they all start walking over to her and she wants nothing more than to run far, far away. Get on a bus and go to the beach and never see any of them ever again. But she's no longer a child, no longer that scared little girl; worked too hard to shed that skin.

Fortifying herself she puts on a fake smile. Ready for war.

"Hye-Jin ah, there you are. We were beginning to think you wouldn't come. You never responded in the group chat." Ye-Ri states with an attitude, looking around her as if searching for someone and eyes brightening when she sees no one. "Did you come alone?" This makes all of them perk up, looking around like chickens with their heads clucking. She swallows the shame the question elicits, "Who would I be with? I told you in already, it's not like that."

They all look at her with pity, it makes her want to slap them all across the face. Who were they to make her feel like shit, she didn't need anyone that didn't make her pathetic.

Finally one of the husbands cracks the awkward tension by introducing himself, she tries her best to ignore the pervasive way his eyes run down her body. Instinctively she crosses her arms, feeling naked under his stare. Nobody else notices her discomfort and after all the introductions, they all walk away as if she's no longer worth their time.

Lump in her throat she walks into the hotel, determined not to show them that they've gotten under her skin.

There's a scheduled lunch and she tries to find a new table but Sung-Mi waves her over and she doesn't see anyone else she recognizes or wants to sit with.

He hadn't been wrong, she has no friends besides Mi-seon.

"You were looking around, were you looking for someone? Are we not good enough to sit with?" The question is asked with a bite and sneer as if the idea is laughable that she would ever be better than any of them.

She swallows her pride, "No nothing like that. I was merely looking around."

Sung-Mi looks satisfied as if putting her in her place has righted her world.

They begin a conversation that completely excludes her, regaling drama that she knows nothing about and doing nothing to bring her up to date or invite her to join. It's the polar opposite of her experience in the countryside and with shocking clarity she realizes that she wishes she were there, it's only been a few hours but she misses it. Nobody looks down on her there, no usually she's the only doing that she notes with shame.

"I'll find the restroom." She says to no one because none of them are paying her any mind except the husband with the wandering eyes and she would much rather not have that attention.

Thankfully the bathroom is empty and she has to stop herself from splashing water on her face, her make-up was done perfectly it would be a waste to ruin it. Pushing her hair behind her ears she takes a deep breath and then another until her head is clearer, the noise lessening.

"It's only a day and a night. You've suffered far worst."

With that lacking pep talk she exits the bathroom, almost colliding into a wall. Wait, no it's just a person- a chest to be specific. She looks up ready to apologize when a familiar face stops her in her tracks.

"What are you doing here?" She stares flabbergasted at him, more dressed up than she's ever seen him. In a white suit with a white vest, the tee-shirt peeking under the only thing that feels like him to her. And his white sneakers. She can't hide her surprise at his sudden appearance and without thinking she starts to pull him to the side, to avoid being seen but she's not fast enough and soon they are swarmed by her colleagues, before she even has a chance to talk to him.

"Aren't you the man from the picture?" Yoo-Jin asks blushing way too much for a married woman if her husband's cold stare means anything.

"The picture?" Du-sik replies, clearly confused.

"You're the guy that's chasing after her. She told us that you liked her and you were courting her." Sung-Mi answers for her, she wants to vanish. It would be better if she had never existed. Even non-existence would be better than this embarrassing moment. "I got a picture of you two last time, when you followed her."

His eyes ping-pong between the group and her and she realizes this is his chance to ruin her. After everything she's done, all her rude comments and snobby remarks about the town and people he cares for so much, this is his chance for revenge. He can laugh and deny any feelings for her, tell them all that she's a liar and he's never been interested in her, not even once. This is what is going to happen. She prepares herself for the fall out, surely after this she won't be able to show her face in Seoul again.

He starts to laugh and her stomach tightens, her palms are so sweaty.

Here it goes.

"Oh I guess she wanted to keep me a secret."

Wait. What. That doesn't sound like denial.

"We're together now. I finally bulldozed those walls and made her mine. Nice to meet you all I'm Hong Du-sik, Hye-Jin ah's boyfriend."

Her eyes widen as he bows and starts to shake hands with the husbands, the one that stared at her looking disappointed. Their handshake goes on for a second too long, eventually with the latter pulling away with a pained look. She's too confused to consider what that means.

"And you were so cold earlier saying you had no one. Did you want to make a fool of us?"

He answers for her, "It's nothing like that, my honey is still getting used to us. I'm sorry I'm so late I had something to take care of."

Her head is spinning too fast to keep up with everything happening and she's grateful when he excuses them and guides her outside with a large hand on her hip.

Fresh air is much appreciated and she takes in huge heaps of it as soon as they're free.

Then reality crashes down on her.

He knows about her lying.

He had called her bluff.

But he didn't out her.

"Why didn't you tell them the truth?" She finally manages to say, head still reeling.

But instead of answering he's staring at her legs, then slowly his eyes swivel upward cross her thighs curving around her hips, past her breasts (a bit too slow there) before moving to her collar and settling on her face.

"You look great."

She feels the heat rushing to her face. What was he doing to her?

It hadn't been in purpose but she finds herself in red again, an a line dress with criss crossing straps over her shoulder and a middle slit. It was conservative without being too formal or professional. She'd felt comfortable in it but now seeing that look on his face, comfort is the last thing she feels.

He was distracting her and she couldn't afford that with those harpies inside waiting for her downfall. They needed to get back on track.

"What are you doing here?" She tries again, but he responds with his own question, "Why did you tell them that I was chasing you?"

"It was a mistake. They thought we were together and I just....said that for no reason." It's half the truth.

"They don't seem like your friends. You looked like you needed someone on your side, so I just found myself saying we were together for no reason."

She looks at him blankly, heart pounding now. In her moment of weakness instead of kicking her, he'd lended a helping hand. What kind of person did it make her for expecting the former?

"So what now?" She asks still in disbelief that he's here and that he'd told people that there were dating, she would be angry and offended later that they had readily believed it. Perhaps it didn't seem too farfetched now with him looking like that right now.

"Well, don't look but they're watching us through the glass."

This time she finds herself turning to look and he's the one that has to stop her, he does so by suddenly grabbing her hand and tugging her into his body. She squeaks at the collision. Leaning down so his lips are level with her ear, he speaks, "We can give them a show. I'm happy to be your pretend boyfriend."

Why?

She yearns to ask him why he's willing to go this far for her? Why was he even here when she had never told him where the convention was taking place? But his words were hot on her ear and she's tired of being their source of entertainment so she nods looking up at him, "Just this once. I'm going to lean on you. Let me borrow your eraser and copy your homework."

He stares before a blinding smile graces his handsome face.

"Let's go then." His hand is heavy on her waist as he walks back towards the hotel, taking his role very seriously it seems.

He fits in perfectly. Able to talk about a plethora of topics to anyone he's introduced to and even she's impressed by him. Be it travel, philosophy or poetry he seems well versed in everything things that even she is ignorant to and it makes her regret the way she looked down on him before, he was anything but a country bumpkin.

She leaves him to his conversation to get a drink, a whiskey on the rocks. Needing something hard tonight.

Not that. Down brain.

"Yoon Hye Jin? I would recognize that face anywhere."

Twisting to face the voice, she sees a familiar face- old classmate. Rung Do-Bae, they weren't anything more than classmates despite his many, many attempts.

His eyes sweep over her hungrily. She swallows her drink, painting on a shallow smile.

"Sunbae, how nice to see you here."

Invading her space he grabs her hand, "There is no need for such formalities. You can just call me by my name, Hye Jin ah."

As if she ever would.

Gently she tries to extract her hand but he won't let go and she doesn't want to make a scene.

Suddenly she's warmed by a body pressing into her, she knows who it is without even looking, her body relaxes immediately.

"Sorry I got lost in conversation honey. Who might this be? Another friend of yours?" He thrusts his right hand out and Do-Bae has no choice but to release her hand to return his handshake. Scarily enough she's starting to become used to his nickname, barely reacting to him using it again.

"Yes, this is my sunbae from school. Sunbae this is Hong Du Sik my....."

She knows that this is all an act, they were doing this to help her but she can't bring her tongue to form around the word, boyfriend.

"Her boyfriend." He finishes for her, pulling her tighter to his body.

But Do-Bae looks suspicious now.

"Boyfriend? I thought you were still single. You never changed your status on SNS. I've checked."

"Why are you so curious about that?" Du-sik challenges in return, doing a great job of sounding like a jealous boyfriend. She's almost even convinced.

"Hye Jin ah and I have always had a very special relationship. Beyond that of a hoobae and sunbae. Isn't that right?" He directs the last bit to her and she feels Du-sik stiffen next to her, seemingly believing these lies. So she clears that up.

"I have no idea what you're referring to honestly. We have never had anything that would constitute as a "special" relationship. I would appreciate if you didn't spread such lies, especially to my boyfriend. Enjoy the rest of your night."

She tugs Du-sik away, not waiting for a reply from the other man. The conversation was over anyway.

When they get far enough he speaks, "You have a lot of admirers."

She raises an eyebrow at the non-sequitur.

"Are you surprised?"

He brushes a hand across her cheek, making her freeze.

"No. It makes sense."

She blinks slowly before laughing, it sounds fake even to her ears.

"You should have been an actor. Your acting skills are incredible." He doesn't laugh, doesn't move before they're pulled into another conversation and she tries not to think about how tightly his body is pressed against her own.

"How is he in bed? He hasn't left you alone all day, I bet it's passionate." As soon as lunch had ended they had invited her to a spa, she'd considered saying no but she knew they would talk about her even if she wasn't there so it was best to at least know what they were saying.

Du-sik looked sad to see her go, but she told herself that she wasn't good at reading his faces. They hardly knew each other.

"I can't remember the last time I had a passionate night of sex. Kids and a full time job, leave no time for that. I'm pretty sure he's cheating on me and I'm too tired to even care." Sung-Mi confesses and she's shocked when the others nod in agreement instead of threatening to castrate him, as she'd done when Mi-seon told her about her ex boyfriend cheating.

"I have no complaints. He's... attentive. He's always touching me and pushing his way into my space. He's gentle but passionate, and I like...that he's so much bigger than me." She knows she should stop, this is definitely taking the lies too far. But that night bleeds into her thoughts, making everything she's saying feel true. He'd been so gentle with her, those huge hands cupping her face. She wondered how they would feel on other parts of her body.

"Damn. Look at you getting horny just from remembering. I'm so jealous."

Jealous. There were envious of her, it was all she'd been hoping for but the happiness she expected to erupt never comes. Instead she feels cheap, like she'd used Du-sik for her own benefit. She had tainted that night. This wasn't what she wanted.

As the day had gone on she found herself looking at him too much, he'd come all the way just for her and regardless of her brain trying to minimize that, it was huge. He hated snobby people like them who based a person's worth in their monetary success and yet he put on a smile and chatted with everyone, letting them mock his way of life and call people like him useless dreamers. All while she did nothing to defend him and drank wine, happy that they were being accepted.

He was the perfect gentleman all day and he was getting nothing in return for this. It was all just to help her.

Would a friend truly go this far to help? Was she being naive or was it like Mi-seon said, was she lying to herself?

"I'm such an idiot."

Without another word, she flees the sauna rushing to the locker room and changing back into her clothes. Nobody follows her because they aren't her friends. Why had she wasted so much time trying to impress these people who aren't even truly happy in their own lives?

The drive back is long, and she doesn't know what she's going to say but she knows that she's tired of being scared.

Leaving the key in the car she rushes past the valet, into the hotel elevator pressing their floor and waiting impatiently.

It takes three tries to get into their hotel room but once the door opens, he's right there. Sitting in the seat by the window reading a book.

"You're back early. I thought you would be gone until three?" He looks up, dog earring his book and giving her his full attention. Her heart skips a beat.

"Why did you agree to do this for me? Why go through all this trouble for me?"

It's the same question he's been asking himself since he first met her. Why was he was interested in her and why did he keep wanting to save her?

It was the desire that led to him being here.

He had accidentally overhead Mi-seon talking to Eun Chol about being worried about her, the convention was overnight and everyone would be bringing someone and she'd be all alone. The thought of her alone and isolated, made him race to her without a plan. Only stopping at a store to buy his outfit so he would fit in with her crowd, he'd spent more in that shop then he usually did in a week. But it was worth it for her.

It was a miracle that she hadn't questioned his presence more, he knew it was shameless and deceiving but none of this felt like pretending to him. His jealousy had been real, he'd had to strangle the urge to kick the pervert husband with the wandering eyes and then the insistent sunbae who wouldn't take a hint. She was a vision in the red dress and it wasn't a surprise that men found her enchanting, he just didn't like them looking at her. But she wasn't his, never would be because he couldn't confess.

They weren't right for each other.

"Do you like me?"

That question again. Last time he had laughed it off, called it absurd. But it wasn't. Not liking her would have been absurd.

"I don't know why you're asking me that."

"Because I'm tired of us lying to ourselves. Don't laugh and don't you dare say it's absurd again."

He can't respond, he's stuck on the word "us". It wasn't just him, they were an us?

Hearing that gives him courage he had long thought had been most forever.

"I wasn't pretending today. Nothing was fake to me, I meant it all." It's terrifying, unchartered land for them and he waits to see which one of them will chicken out first. It's sure to happen.

"I'm going to kiss you." She says instead of running like he expected and secretly wished for.

And then she's crossing the room and leaning down to grab his face, she watches him giving him a chance to pull away but he does the opposite, this time he meeting her half way. As soon as their lips meet the kiss is already too much, she's sliding into his lap and he wraps his arms around her tugging her closer until their chests are squished together.

He hasn't kissed anyone like this in a long time.

Hasn't been this close to losing control in a longer time.

"You're dangerous." He whispers into her mouth and she giggles at the statement, wiggling in his arms and rolling into him forcing a punched out groan from his lips.

Carefully he lifts her shirt watching her face closely for any signs that she wants to stop but finding nothing but her palpable lust.

Her skin is unbelievably smooth and soft and he can't stop himself from stroking her, rubbing at her back his hands resting right above her butt.

"How long have you felt this way?" She asks softly seductively nipping at his neck and running a hand over his shirt to caress his stomach, he physically aches for her.

"I wanted you the moment I saw you. But I didn't feel this until you convinced grandma to get her implants. That was when it became more for me."

She looks surprised and he is too, that they're speaking so candidly about feelings they've always denied.

"What about you?"

She stops licking at his neck to look him in the eyes. He's nervous to hear her reply.

"I.... don't know."

He tries to hide his disappointment. Maybe she was starting to retreat back into her shell. Maybe he shouldn't have been so honest.

He's about to untangle them when she continues, "It wasn't at first sight but one day I found myself looking for you. Seeing you become the best part of my day, I started to count on you to be there for me. To expect it. Just like this, I've been scared to lean on anyone until I met you."

Now that's a confession.

Impulsively he stands with her still on his lap, forcing her to to latch onto him so she doesn't tumble to the floor. Not that this would ever happen because he would never let her fall.

"I could have fell!" She cries, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her half naked bra clad body so close to him is causing another biological crisis in his pants.

Walking to the large bed in the middle of the room he falls backwards, enjoying the view of her on top of him a little too much.

It's all probably too soon and they should probably slow down, but his body is strumming and he wants nothing more than to break her apart.

"I'm all sweaty. I should take a shower."

Instantly an image of her wet and naked under the downpour of a shower flashes in his mind and he has to twist away from her.

"Pervert." She accuses but he can hear how satisfied she is with his reaction. Damn tease.

"Do you want to join me?" She teases some more, having fun now that she knows her power over him.

He looks at her helplessly.

"Are you having fun? Remember what I told you before? I'm still a guy. You're sitting here in your bra taunting me, do you think I'm that much of a good guy? Do you think I don't want to throw you down, rip your clothes off and eat you alive? I'm so hard right now just seeing you naked would be enough to push me over the edge. So don't make propositions you can't follow through on."

She looks dizzy from his words, eyes hooded and glossy. He watches her gulp and then stagger off to the bathroom, without a word to him. It's probably for the best, everything is too charged right now.

A shower for her and many glasses of water for him later, she's back and it's almost time for dinner.

"I think they said dinner starts at 6. Should we head down?"

She glances at him, while opening her bag and pulling out skin creams and some fuzzy socks.

"Would you be opposed to ordering room service and staying here?"

It's the best offer he's heard all day, only second to her asking if he wanted to join her in the shower.

"What about your colleagues?" He asks to make certain that she's really okay with this.

"What about them?" She replies with a shrug and he grins picking up the room service menu.

They order too much food and not enough alcohol but neither of them want to forget this night. She tells him stories about her time in dental school and he's happy to get to know her better, chuckling at the funny stories and commiserating at the sad ones.

Before he knows it night has fallen.

And he realizes that they'll be sharing a bed. Unless she wants him to sleep on the couch.

She's wearing a big shirt and loose shorts and he still can't believe he gets to see her like this.

"Are you coming to bed?" She's already getting under the sheet and that answers his question, this is really happening. He starts to follow her lead, getting under the sheets but keeping a respectable distance between them.

"I'm cold." She announces suddenly and he starts to look for a thermostat in the room or an extra blanket, before realizing that she's looking at him over her shoulder, he stares back confused before she lifts an eyebrow and oh, he gets it. Carefully moving closer he feels her warmth surround him as they meet, forth to back.

"Took you long enough." She grumbles, pulling his arm over here body and settling back into him moving until she's comfortable.

She's so close and warm and her smell is all around him and he feels his restraint dissolving and when she presses back into him, her hip rubbing against his crotch he bites down on his bottom lip.

It's too much for him to resist and without warning or preamble, he's turning her to face him and swallowing her moan of surprise eagerly. He grabs her head firmly holding her in place and slips his tongue into her open mouth, her unique taste exploding on his taste buds. He's hungry for more. So he starts to tug down her shorts, heart beat thundering in his groin. She kicks the shorts away, and he groans at the sight of her panties she was trying to kill him, he was certain.

"You're the devil." He chokes out staring at red lace, he'll never be able to see the color again without getting a raging hard on.

"You haven't seen anything yet. Honey." The word drips from her tongue just like the real thing.

Forgetting all reason and logics he lunges at her, devouring her mouth and sticking his hand in her panties. She's so warm and fuck, wet drenching his fingers.

Simultaneously he thrusts his tongue into her mouth and his fingers in her wet folds, groaning as she melts like butter under his touch. There's no resistance, as he plunges two fingers inside her experimentally before picking up his place when she clutches onto him and grinds back on his fingers, begging the whole time.

"More, more, please!"

As if he could ever deny her anything, with one hand he grabs her ass and the other he thrusts into her opening over and over until her voice gets breathy and she starts to stutter, squirming wildly in his arms and he knows exactly what's coming: the beautiful end. So without warning he pulls back the sheet and slithers down her body, throwing her legs around his head and pushing his tongue in to the brim, hungrily drinking at her until she shakes and combusts in his arms. Sweet on his tongue, he swallows it all greedily.

He strokes her as she recovers from her high, climbing back up her body. So much for taking things slow, but he can't even think about regretting it when he sees the blissed out look on her face. He wants to imprint it in his mind. Nobody else will ever get to see this face but him.

"It's your turn." She says sounding loopy like she's drunk and he laughs as she reaches for the tent in his pants but misses his bulge and instead falls into him.

"You're tired. Go to sleep. That was enough for me, seeing you like that fulfilled every fantasy I've had. "

He truly means it. He's a giver. And it's not like he can't tug one out later in the bathroom with her face and moans playing on repeat in his brain.

She starts to argue, but her phone vibrating on the nightstand distracts her. Reaching over she picks it up before chuckling and flopping back into the bed.

"What?" He asks curious, jealous of whoever is making her smile like that.

Ignorant to his inner thoughts, she thrusts her phone into his face. The room is so dark it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright lighting of the phone, but once he can see he reads the message on her phone and starts to laugh too.

"Dusik is missing! Nobody has seen him all day!! We started a search party."

#hometown cha cha cha #sikhye couple #caution 😈 ahead #hong du shik #yoon hye jin #living rent free

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