#gosh how long has this been in my drafts

[miyaz6ki]

☆ wearing their clothes

synopsis. seeing s/o wearing their clothes for the first time :) (like shirts/sweatshirts or jackets/coats :pensive:)

the blade has spoken. erm... first draft being posted... i feel a little nervous after changing from reshinless to the user i use everywhere..

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette, kinich, xiao, dainsleif, wanderer

albedo felt himself heating up already. the red that crept up his neck was noticeable as you looked up. you were wearing his lab coat, and all cozy in the bed you both share.

"you're.. wearing.. my.." - "oh.. wow."

he had just come back from work and he couldn't wait to cuddle with you in bed, yet it was as if he wouldn't mind conducting another experiment with his new 'assistant' by his side <3

alhaitham when he suddenly walks into the empty home, tired of the work he's done for only archons knows how long he had been working. he just wanted to come home and tell you about all the things he's been- oh.

he was stunned. star struck. fuck. were you really wearing his sweater right now? the grayhead felt himself simply smirk at he adorable sight of you simply sleeping on the couch. a dinner made just for him, along with dessert on the side (ifykyk)

"maybe i'll tell you when i wake up, love."

capitano who simply lets out a chuckle, one out of love. he loves how large his coat looked on you. he handed it to you after going out for a while, asking you to simply hang it beside his desk. yet you had better ideas. and by better ideas? is to wear it of course!

"well what do we have here? you're so adorable my love."

he tucks strands of your hair behind your ear. adoring the way you tried your best not to fall over as you tried to spin. this was enough to keep you warm though. not to mention how he was already carrying you bridal style to bed.

childe laughs, seeing you try on one of his shirts, looking at yourself in the mirror before turning to see him.

baby, you look amazing! how about another spin?

even when you simply scoffed, he loved how you looked right now. fuck, he could feel himself reddening already. he definitely will let you have full access to his wardrobe. just take it all like how you took his heart too.

wriothesley just put his jacket over you to keep you from being wet while watching the melusines play with sigewinne, yet right now he was more focused on how much he admired your figure in his clothes. his jacket.

"what's wrong?" "...nothing. you look amazing today, yk that?"

he chuckled at your behavior, unaware of your own attractiveness as you told them to stop running around the fountain with the wetness of the floor spreading. you couldn't help but ease up and laugh as well.

a certainly crazy day at the court of justice- neuvillette was finally finishing up the last few cases, not to mention how absurd some of the cases were.

not realizing he ended up taking your jacket instead of his home, only realizing it when the melusines mention how different it look from his usual one. oh man. there you were. trying on his coat that just seemed a little too big (or small) on you. gosh were you cute.. what do you mean his ears are red?!

"i.. it looks better on you than me, doesn it?"

dainsleif who was there immediately as soon as the red wine was spilled onto your outfit. quick to spring into acting, he throws his jacket over it just as fast. scolding the person who jealously just oh-so accidentally ruined your outfit tonight purely because they wanted your significant other? oh please he wasn't having any of that!

but by the time his anger went away, he didn't realize how.. alluring you looked.. in something he wore all the time. it definitely suited you better, only noticing after he finally parked the car. he definitely had to give you more of his clothes.

"you.. uh.. i.. well.. you're beautiful. you know, you're welcome to keep that."

diluc's face was turning as red as his hair seeing how you quietly snored, sound asleep in his- no, your shared bed. seeing how closely you held his coat to your chest, as well as the shirt you wore.

"...I don't.. deserve you."

he simply took his boots off, letting his arms snake you close, one of his hands trailing up to your scalp, calmly stroking your head as he feels you smile into his chest. this was life.

kinich who always had an interesting wardrobe, you really just wanted to see how comfy his clothes were if he can swing back and forth that far!

and in which you did, spinning and looking at yourself in the mirror in his clothing. you loved it even more from how it smelled just like him too <3

"someone's having fun aren't they?"

you felt yourself blush out of embarassment of getting caught. but before you could apologize, he already had his lips on yours.

when xiao decides it'd be a good idea to give you a hoodie just to realize you never gave it back. is it just.. yours now?

and to find out the answer? yes! it is! and he finds out in the cutest way possible—by finding you sleeping soundly and wearing it all the same. almost indifferent about it as if it was normal.

"you okay?" "i-i've been looking for this y-you know.."

he only flushed more when you tell him you missed him so much.

finally coming home, wanderer, or scaramouche just wanted to cuddle. no words shared. just to hold you in his arms.

but maybe it was good that didn't happen. because now he was looking at the love of his life, and eating the food they made him. knowing how they made it with the knowledge on how he can't really taste anything. not to mention you were wearing.. that sweatshirt he lent you.

you.. look.. good.

[jeansjolly]

You stare at your manager a little too long. Who could blame you? He's just that hot. If you told yourself this just happened, you would've slapped yourself across the face.

☁︎ cw: office setting, smut, pwp, fem!reader, f!oralsex, tongue fuck, ass-eating, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, getting fucked/eaten out from behind, he has a big dick, creampie.

☁︎ wc: 2.9k

☁︎ inspired by this audio

☁︎ a/n: sorry if it's a little messy, I did proofread by myself but ehh wtv, enjoy :)

— 18+, mdni

“Excuse me?” You inch closer to him, holding your laptop with both hands.

“Mhmm?” He nods, hands in his pockets, watching you as you approach.

Gosh. You want to just kiss him right now.

“So…” you trail off, fingers resting on the laptop’s mouse pad as you tilt the screen slightly toward him. “I’ve got just the right idea for how we should promote our upcoming products.”

You click a bit more on the screen. “I had a few discussions during our ‘unofficial’ team meeting, and they suggested we create more content on social media apps to engage customers. And as you can see…” You press play on the video on your laptop.

You show a draft of you and your team making videos to promote the products. His shoulders slump a little as he tries to focus on the screen, so you lift the laptop a bit higher. Your eyes flicker to his, and you almost cringe as he watches with full judgment.

With his body so close, you catch a whiff of his perfume– a hint of sandalwood and oud. The faint scent convinces you he definitely wears expensive fragrances.

He hums and circles his pointer finger over your screen. “This is neat. I’ll write the letter to the higher-ups.”

Your eyes widen. “No– it’s okay! That’s my job anyway. I’m just asking for approval, that’s all.”

He waves his hand dismissively. “Hey, it’s fine! It’s a good idea. You’ve done your part.”

Your eyebrows scrunch as you begin to bicker with him. One thing about you, you definitely love to argue with your crushes.

He sighs and raises both hands in surrender. “Okay, how about this? Let’s do it together.”

That makes your mouth fall open slightly.

You chuckle nervously. “Are you even sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

He lifts a hand and gently places it behind your back, guiding you toward his corner office. Just the thought of entering his office makes your stomach twist– in a good way.

When you both reach his office, enclosed with glass walls, he twists the knob and you step inside. Once the door shuts, the sounds from outside become muffled and fade away.

He swivels his office chair toward you and gestures to the seat across from him. “Please.”

You hesitantly plop down into the chair, knowing full well that even if you try to argue, he’ll stay firm in his stance.

Now sitting beside you on a cushioned stool, he taps the spacebar on his keyboard to wake up his computer.

He grabs the mouse, dragging it across the desk as he clicks into Word. A few clicks later, a pre-made template appears on the screen.

Your eyes widen. No wonder he was so eager to write it for you– he already had a whole template ready.

“Geez,” you snicker. “No wonder you’re so eager to write this.”

He passes you the mouse, resting his cheek on his palm. “Been doing this for a while.”

You reach for the mouse, dragging it across the screen toward the template text.

What should have been a ten-minute task turns into forty minutes of non-stop bickering between you and him.

“That’s too casual,” You say plainly.

“You’re too casual. I’ve been–”

“‘I’ve been doing this for years,’” you cut in, lowering your voice to mimic him. “Just like you said. But in the end, I’m the one who has to put my name and sign it.”

He smirks. “Who says it’s going under your name?”

“Excuse me?” you exclaim, slamming your fist lightly on the desk– just enough to rattle a few things. Honestly, you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled the manager card on you yet, considering how often your voice rises when he snickers at your reactions.

You tilt your head toward him. He still has one hand on his cheek, grinning at you. Then, with his other hand, he curls his fingers outward toward the screen.

“Go on.” He says.

You sigh as you type. He leans over and asks, “When you write it in your own style, do the higher-ups actually approve it?”

Your fingers pause above the keyboard before you resume typing. “Sometimes. I mean, of course, they don’t agree with everything.”

He hums at your answer. Just as he gestures toward the screen and starts to speak, you cut him off.

“What? No, I’m not adding slang!”

“No,” he says, closing the distance between you and him as he points at the first row of names. “I should be listed first. I’m the manager, you know.”

There it is. This time, you give in. “You’re right.” You hit backspace, removing a teammate’s name and replacing it with his.

As you type the final words on the last page, you glance at him and raise an eyebrow at him.

Your eyes meet for a brief moment before he looks at the screen and clicks his tongue with a smirk. “I’m just messing around, you know.”

You grumble as you type your name at the complimentary close of the letter.

Once you finish, you swivel your chair to face him.

“I’ll print these out later. In the meantime, I’ll let the team know you’re considering the idea,” you say, rising from your seat.

“Mhmm,” he hums, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. “I’ll walk you there.”

“How noble of you.”

He scoffs. “Well, with a beautiful woman in my office, sitting in my chair like that. How could I let her walk alone?”

Your jaw drops slightly. Did he really just say that? You shut your mouth quickly and tilt your head.

“Are you flirting with me?”

He leans in closer. “Been doing it for the past 50 minutes. Thanks for finally noticing.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks. Looking away, you mutter, “Well… I’ve always thought you were attractive.”

He tilts his head to meet your gaze, grinning. “Is that so?”

He takes your hands in his and closes the gap between you. When you look up to him, his tongue swipes on his bottom lip, moistening it. You feel his hands slide around your waist, and you stop him immediately.

“There’s a single-user restroom on the way there.”

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

You press the lock button on the bathroom door, and as you turn around, his lips crash into yours. One arm wraps around his neck, while the other trails up to his chest, your lips moving in sync with his.

Your head spins– you're kissing him. And god, he’s a really good kisser. His tongue slips into your mouth, meeting yours in a heated dance. His hands grip your waist tightly before he pulls back, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. He pulls you further into the bathroom. His lips drag to your neck leaving wet kisses.

“Turn around,” he commands.

Your mind buzzes with arousal as you follow his instructions. You plant your palms against the bathroom wall, and you hear him shifting behind you. When you glance back, he’s already on his knees.

“What are you doing?” you ask, slightly confused.

His hands rest on your ass, and he looks up at you with a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I’m an ass guy, if you don’t mind,” he admits.

“Oh!” you squeak, turning your head toward the wall in embarrassment. “No– well, sure…” is all you manage to say.

Slowly, he lifts your pencil skirt, bunching it at your waist. His fingers hook the waistband of your panties and slide them down to your ankles. He grips your waist and gently parts your legs, causing your back to arch.

His hands spread your cheeks, giving him a better view of your most intimate part. One thumb drags from your puckered entrance down to the folds of your pussy, then both thumbs move to spread you open.

“Cute,” he murmurs from behind.

His tongue wastes no time, immediately dragging along your folds and lapping at your entrance. You moan at the sensation as he pushes his tongue inside your pussy, curling it deep within you.

“Haa…” you gasp when he pulls back and trails his tongue down to your clit, flicking it expertly over your most sensitive spot. He alternates between licking your pussy and moving his mouth higher, until his tongue lays flat against your asshole and begins to swirl against it.

You call out his name as you pant, your voice a mixture of surprise and pleasure. You turn your head, catching his eyes locked onto yours as he plants wet, deliberate kisses on your sensitive rim. Before you can fully process it, his tongue slips past the tight ring of your ass.

“Such a cute hole,” He says as he pulls his tongue out before darting back in.

You gasp, your eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure ripple through you. His tongue works you relentlessly, eating your ass out with such intensity that you can’t help but cry out his name again and again.

“Keep doing that… haa…” you moan, eyes squeezed shut. One hand finds your dripping pussy, plunging two fingers inside while the other circles your clit, desperate to reach your climax.

Your mind goes hazy– the pleasure too overwhelming to think straight. Then, with a loud moan, your vision goes white as you finally fall over the edge, orgasm tearing through you in blinding ecstasy.

He gives your ass one last kiss before getting to his feet. You hear the rattle of his belt as he pulls out his cock. He slaps your ass, and you whine at the sting.

“Ready to take my cock, pretty girl?” he asks, tilting his head toward you, his hands resting on your hips.

You huff, “Just fuck me already.” You plant your hands back on the wall, looking at him from over your shoulder.

He moves one hand from your hip to guide his cock into your pussy. You gasp as he slowly pushes in.

“Wait– fuck,” you breathe, stopping him for a moment to accommodate his thick girth. He’s not even halfway in, and you already feel like you’re being split open.

You spread your legs wider, whining nervously, then nod for him to keep going. He begins to move, dragging his cock in, drilling into you. The feeling of him inside has you moaning and cursing under your breath. It makes you feel hazy as the pain of his stretching is replaced easily with endless pleasure.

“You feel so good, baby,” he moans, watching his cock disappear into your pussy.

When you feel his hips flush against your ass, you instinctively grind back against him, letting out a soft mewl. Breathing heavily, you murmur, “You're so big…” Your teary eyes lock with his as you whine, “Go slow, okay?”

He only groans in response, beginning to thrust into you at a steady pace. You moan and mutter curses as his thick cock pushes deep into your tight pussy.

“Taking me so fucking well. Fuck, you're so tight,” he growls.

You manage a breathy chuckle between moans. “Yeah?” you hum, lips curling into a teasing smile until it fades into a gasp as he suddenly quickens his pace. You hiss, eyes rolling back, as he grips your hips tighter and fucks you harder.

The sound of skin slapping and his groans, along with your moans, echoes through the restroom. “Feels so good… so good…” you babble incoherently, panting as his cock hits that perfect spot deep within your spongy walls.

“Yeah, you like that? Fuck, you're so gorgeous. Taking my cock so well. You love it, don't you?”

You pant, squeezing your eyes shut as tears stream down your face. “Yes! I love it. Oh, fuck, please, please, please…”

Waves of pleasure hit back to back with him buried balls-deep inside you. Your blood feels like it pumps only into your pussy as he pounds you from behind. You cry out when he suddenly pulls out completely. Looking up at him, you breathe heavily.

“Why did you stop?” you whine.

With his hands on your hips, he turns you around and leans in, his mouth close to your ear. “At least let me see your face when I fuck my cum into you.”

He helps untangle your panties from around your ankle, scrunching them into his fist.

You shudder as he places his large hands under your thighs and lifts you up. One arm hugs your waist, the other guiding his cock back into your aching pussy. Once the tip is in, he holds you tight and thrusts forward hard.

You moan breathlessly, brushing the bangs from his face. He breathes heavily with you, and your lips crash into his, tongues tangling.

You moan into his mouth, then pull back slightly. “I'm close, I'm close!”

He pants, jerking his hips faster. “Yeah, fuck.” You almost scream when he slams in deep, cock kissing your cervix.

“Let me shoot my cum into you, yeah?” he groans, his hips moving fast and sloppy.

“Yes! Cum inside me, fuck. Fuck–!” Your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.

He gasps, thrusting deep as he releases inside you, shooting his warm load into your tight pussy.

You grip his shoulders as both of you catch your breath, feeling his cock slowly soften inside you. You chuckle and tap his shoulder.

“Put me down,” you say, cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss on top of it.

As he sets you down, he instinctively lifts one of your legs to glance at the mess between your thighs. Your pussy clenches as white liquid drips down from your sore hole. He let's out a breathy laugh. “Beautiful.”

You scoff, grabbing a few tissues and sitting on the toilet bowl. When he keeps staring at you, you ask him to turn around so you can pee and clean yourself.

He shoves both hands into his pockets and turns his head slightly. Before you can snap at him for peeking, he quickly says, “I should go.”

“Yeah,” you reply, crouching slightly to wipe the cum off your legs.

“I’ll see you around.”

He closes the bathroom door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

As you finish cleaning up, something clicks in your mind. Shit.

He walks away from the bathroom, smirking as he pulls one hand from his pocket and pats the top of it– your panties safely tucked inside of his dress pants.

JEAN kirstein, eren yeager, reiner braun, NANAMI kento, gojo satoru, NAOTO tachibana, hanma shuji + your favs

[artists-ally]

Can you plzz do a fluff fic with xaden x Reader x azriel?🫠

{Lonely Shade of Blue} Azriel X Reader x Xaden Riorson

(giiiiiirl i know this has been in my drafts for forever i am so so sorry) Okay. Hi. Hello my loves. I am back to dip my toes in the water, see how this goes yet again. Thank you, as always, for the support and for 1,000 FOLLOWERS!!!!! 🥳 I have covid at the moment and I'm feeling super awful and neglected and just want to be cuddled by two ginormous, tattooed hotties. So here's that. This is just fun and comforting, a little goofy and silly which is just what I need right now. Enjoy! Title inspired by this song.

Word Count: 2,366

Warnings: Illness, vomiting, yucky stuff that comes with being sick. Our beloved Shadow Daddies being over protective and considerate asf. One singular f-bomb.

Tagging: @bubybubsters @thelov3lybookworm @cyrygher @sarawritestories @berryzxx (my favorite moots to help me get back up on my feetsies)

Summary: You are sick. Very sick. And two Shadow Daddies shower you with care and affection.

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I toss and turn. Shift and curl my knees up to my chest. Gods, something is so wrong. What doesn’t feel right? My brain finally catches up with the rest of my body and I groan in pain. My stomach is on fire, cramping and rolling with nausea. No. No no no.

Hunched over, I narrowly escape crashing into the doorway of the bathroom. My eyes can’t focus and my ears are starting to ring. The normally comforting scent of lemon and herb soap turns rotten on my tongue. My mouth fills with saliva as my knees slam into the tile before the toilet. 

Whatever had been left of last night's dinner makes its way up. Acid stings my throat as I heave again. And again. 

I’m shivering as I break into a cold sweat, a few tears running down my cheeks. For a moment, I let the cool water of the sink run over my wrists, and try to calm my racing heart. The tightening of my stomach has loosened, but there was potential for another round. 

My knees are wobbly, but then again so is pretty much everything else. I find some strength to flush the toilet and crawl back into bed. The sun is just peaking through the curtain, and yet again, I groan. 

Training. 

Fuck. That. 

I can feel the feverish haze settling over my entire body. The aches. The pains. The chills. This is not the time to be sick. The weather is just starting to get nice here in the Night Court and Velaris, spring solstice just a few weeks away. Why now? 

I fold my pillow under my head, and tug the blankets up to my chin. I know some time passes because different birds begin to chirp. I try to ignore the taste on my tongue, but I can’t, and my stomach rolls again. In seconds I’m back in front of the toilet, thankful I remembered to flush the first time.

Knock knock knock knock. 

“Yn? Are you ready to go?” Azriels soft but deep voice calls from the other side of the door. 

I looked over my shoulder and rolled my eyes, wiping the corner of my mouth on a towel. On much weaker legs I stand and pad to the door. Through droopy–and surely red–eyes, I stare up at Azriel. Xaden leaning against the wall behind him. “No,” is my very dry response. 

“Oh, honey what’s wrong?”

“You look awful,” Xaden peaks over Az’s shoulder, receiving an elbow to the ribs from the Shadowsinger.

“Next time I vomit I’ll make sure it’s in your nice, pretty Basgiath boots, Riorson.”

“Understood,” he mock-salutes. 

Azriel just rolls his eyes. “Lets get you back into bed, Yn.”

I turn, grateful for the give and support of my mattress. I curl into a ball, and Az tucks the blanket around me. Exhaustion overtakes me and I can’t keep my eyes open. I feel… okay. As long as I don’t think about it, or lick my lips… oh gosh the smell. 

“What else feels off?”

“Threw up, body feels like I fell out of a tree… very very warm.”

“Just woke up feeling this way?” Az tucked some hair behind my ear, the tip of his finger tracing the pointed edge. 

I nodded.

“Could be something viral. Have you been around anyone sick at the studio?” Xaden took a seat at the foot of my bed, gently rubbing up and down my thigh. 

I shook my head.

“You don’t have any nicks or cuts, do you? Could it be an infection?” 

The blanket shifts off of me as they search for any gashes. I know I don’t have any, but I’m not gonna fight them. I don’t think I could hide the scent of blood on me if I tried. They’d know. More than likely because they’d be the one to inflict it on me at a training session. Brutes.

“What did you have for dinner last night? As far as I know, no one else is sick, but I can check,” Azriel moves about, his big feet clunking across the wooden floor. 

“The fish,” I gagged, thankful it was just a belch that came up and nothing else. “And I had some harbor clams too. And that cheesy bread.”

Az hums in confirmation, and I feel the room's temperature drop as he sends out his shadows. The coolness settles over my legs and torso, soothing the raging fever beneath my skin. As well as some of the nausea. “Feyre says Rhys isn’t feeling great. He also had the fish. Has been quote on quote ‘shitting his brains out since early light’.”

“Please don’t talk about shitting please,” I croak, curling tighter towards my stomach. 

“Sorry, sorry.” I can hear the slight grin in his voice. “What do you need?”

“A new body. And a better immune system.”

“I don’t think we can do anything about either of those right this second, sweetheart. You’re probably gonna have to let it clear out of your system if it was something you ate. I’ll see if Madja has any recommendations. Xaden, there’s a bucket under the sink in the cabinet. Rinse it out and then just leave it next to the bed. No need for her to be walking back and forth. I’ll stop by the market and grab a couple things on my way to the healers. Anything specific you want?”

I opened one eyebrow and shot him a look.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Tell Madja she better have something or she’ll never taste my blueberry scones again.”

“I’ll make your threat very clear,” Az chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You are burning up.”

Xaden reaches across, pressing his palm into my cheek. “Okay, into the tub you go. There’s an aloe salve I use when I get burned, draws the heat right out. Should help some.” 

“Xaden?”

“Yes, hon?”

“Bucket. Now.”

“Shit!” 

I sit upright, arms shaking to push myself. I tuck my hair behind my ears, and in the flick of a finger, the strands are pulled back by a ringlet of shadow. The silver bucket is thrust into my lap and I grip the edge. I cough, gag, and am shocked at how much contents is still left in my stomach. I didn’t think I ate that much. 

“I’m so sorry, Yn,” Xaden soothed my back. “Get it all out, baby.”

This round takes its sweet old time. Az held up a cup of water to my lips. “Just rinse your mouth out.” I did as told, spitting it back out. Which, in turn, caused another heaving spell. After that, I rinsed once more, and pushed the bucket away before the scent could make me pass out. 

“I’ll go…” Xaden started, but trailed off. Az waved his hands and the bucket was shiny and polished once more. “...rinse it out. Man, why can’t my shadows do that? Thanks for nothing, Sgaeyl.”

I swore I could hear her roar from here. 

“If you think of anything you want, you know how to get in touch with me,” Azriel smiled softly, kneeling to the ground as he released my hair from its bind because he knows I don’t like it pulled back for long. His thumb trails over the bargain tattoo we share, the swirling details covering the majority of my lower left arm. 

I just nod, letting my chin rest on his shoulder. I let a few tears fall as he wraps his arms around me. Xaden meets my eyes, and I can see the way his throat bobs and his jaw tightens.

“You guys don’t have to–”

“There is no need for you to finish that sentence, sweetheart,” Xaden kneels next to us, thumbing my tears away.

“We don’t all have to be sick because of me.”

“We appreciate your valiance, but that’s ridiculous.”

“Whatever, just get to Madja, please?” I scoot back under the covers as Az stands, being tucked in once more. 

“I’ll be back soon,” he says, his wings brushing a gust of air around the room. 

“I’m gonna run a bath. Rose oil and vanilla?”

“Yes please,” I rasp, throat raw. 

I can hear the water splash into the basin. It’ll take a couple minutes to fill, and I’m already dreading moving. I let the gentle, rhythmic sounds beat against my pounding skull. I want it to be a soothing sound so badly, but it’s just not gonna happen. I must drift in and out for a little while because I’m being scooped up and set on the counter in the bathroom. Thankfully, he didn’t turn any bright lights on. Nor did he pour too much bubble solution into the tub.  

“Arms up, sleepy head,” he smiles down at me, lifting the hem of my shirt. His shirt, actually. I just do it, too weak to fight. But if he tickles my ribs like he normally does, he can kiss his crowned jewels goodbye. He must get my mental image down the bond because he giggles, and presses a plethora of kisses to my face when the shirt comes off. “I would never do that to you while you’re this sick, baby. I’m wicked, but I’m not outright evil.”

“Debateable.”

He just smirks. “Hop down, hold onto my shoulders for balance.” I scoot off and Xaden wraps an arm around my torso, keeping me steady as I step out of my shorts. He makes quick work of getting me into the foamy water, and I hiss at the temperature. 

“It’s way too cold, Xaden.”

“It’s not, I promise. You’re just burning up that bad. Gotta stay in at least ten minutes, Yn. Need to get your fever down so you start feeling a little better.”

My whole body quivers. My teeth chattering together uncontrollably. It certainly doesn’t help me relax. I must’ve asked a few times if it had been ten minutes yet. It takes an eternity, but eventually I’m wrapped in a fluffy towel and escorted back to the bed. Just as Xaden finishes getting me dressed and back under the covers, Az creeps back through the door, a bag looped on the crook of his elbow.

“You at least don’t look grey,” Az said, setting the medicinal bag on the chair next to the door. 

I just grumbled, rubbing my toes together between my socks. “Please tell me there is a cure in that bag.”

“All she was able to give me was some nausea drought. It’ll make you very sleepy, but it will settle your stomach and help you rest. There is also a hydration tonic so you don’t deplete all of your water. Madja said to drink as much water as you can, but she also knows your body will more than likely reject anything you put in it. Small quantities only. If symptoms persist like this for more than three days without any improvement, she’ll come down. Food poisoning, especially from seafood, seems to be the roughest according to her. And she’ll test you for any parasitic infections once you’re feeling a little better. Just to be sure.”

“Big words, lots of them,” I rub my burning eyes, willing them to settle on my boys. 

“You? Very sick. You take meds? Less sick.” Xaden explains. 

“She’s not three,” Azriel mumbles, rifling through the fabric bag. 

“No, but she’s our baby,” Xaden gently pinches the chub of my cheek. I swat his hand away, but he crawls right into bed next to me. Cocooning me in his scent and shadows. “So, in turn, we’ve gotta take care of her. And you know you want to.”

“Yes, I do, imbecile. And if it wasn’t because I love her so deeply, then it would be because I can physically feel how ill she actually is. I’m gonna put a dropper in your mouth, Yn. This is the nausea drought.”

I open my mouth and let him douse my tongue in the honey colored liquid. It tasted prominently like pears. But then it broke to something I didn’t appreciate and neither did my stomach. 

“Try to keep it down, sweetheart,” Xaden cooed. 

“Have some water,” Az sat me up, holding it up for me. “Small sips.”

I washed it down, “good gods what the fuck is in that?”

“Uhh,” Az looks at the small, unlabeled vial. “I honestly have no clue. It smells pretty alright.”

I cough a couple times, forcing it down down down. Thankfully, it stays, and it’s as if my stomach is encased with cotton. I can feel it soaking everything up and firming it up. I can relax my core and ease back down.

“Good?”

“Mhm,” I nod, letting out a big yawn. 

“Scooch,” Az motions with his hand, and Xaden wraps his arms around my middle and tugs. I’m pulled into the middle of the bed, nestled between the two of them. Dream-state is calling me quickly, and I spare a look at both of them. 

“Thanks you two.” 

“Of course, pretty girl,” Xaden kisses the top of my damp head. “Rest, you need it. We’ll be here when you wake.”

“Mmmmk,” I mumble, more than content to let the sounds of their breath and heartbeat send me off completely. One of them plays with my hair, the other gently laces their fingers through mine.

Comfort.

Care.

Home.

Between dreams, I catch bits and blurbs of conversations between them.

“This is the first time she’s ever been this sick. It really freaked me out to see her so… so pale.”

“Yeah,” Az responds. “Yeah my blood chilled. I’m glad Madja was able to give me something or I was gonna winnow you to Tyrrendor to get Brennan to see if he could mend her.”

“Probably not for illnesses. If she shatters a bone, sure. Absolutely. I’m not sure I could survive the sound of her bones snapping. No matter the circumstance.”

“Don’t make me think about that, Riorson.”

“Relax, Shadowsinger. I can feel your teeth cracking from here. She’s safe, safer than anywhere else she could possibly be.”

“Fucking right. You know, we pick on each other, but I’m glad you’re here. It’s hard when you’re gone. And we do a pretty good job keeping her out of trouble.”

“And getting into it.”

"Definitely."

"Definitely."

[honeymoonblues]

The One Your Friends Don't Like

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone has something to say when a girl has fun with the local freak.

Word count: 2.6k

Warning: Some cursing.

A/N: I had this one on the drafts for a long time. Silly little thing. Incredibly self indulgent. I usually make my fics with a gender neutral reader, but I felt this one needed to be fem! for the sake of the plot. Please, let me know if there are any spelling errors, English is not my first language.

You had never expected it to end the way it ended. 

In fact, you distinctively remember thinking no one would ever find out that you were passing notes in class. Why would anyone know?

Except Eddie Munson had a big fucking mouth. And you had a friend in common with him (sort of). 

The thing was, you were bored. Badly. And the biology professor had this superpower of putting everyone to sleep with his monotonous voice. So it wasn’t intentional when your spaced out gaze landed on him. On Eddie Munson, of all people.

Your pencil fell to the floor because you got startled when he smirked at you. And then, came the little note.

His handwriting was hideous, but legible. The paper seemed torn from another class’ book. You didn’t write anything back. Instead, you made a little grotesque cartoon of the professor, which Eddie seemed to appreciate very much.

“You think Munson is cute?”

How the fuck had Vicki already found out about it by lunch, you had no idea. But you were about to find out.

“I don’t-”, you started, but she didn’t let you finish.

“He told me that you were staring at him,” she scoffed smugly.

God, you hated that expression on her. The smile forming on your lips was totally betraying you, but you weren’t about to give her the satisfaction.

“And since when are you friends with Eddie Munson?”

“He’s friends with Kate’s brother, you know Gareth,” she waved her hand around, “they’re in that, uh… club together, and a band. He’s always hanging out at Kate’s.”

Asking her not to make a big deal out of it was useless, you knew her mind was already scheming to set you two up.

“You’re dating this idiot?!”

There was nothing you appreciated more in your friendship with Robin than her honesty. Even if sometimes she was too honest.

“We’re not dating! We just, uh… hanged out once.”

“Yeah, well, be careful. I haven't heard too many kind things about him.”

Her tone softened, meaning she was trying her best to understand you.

The truth is, it had been a date, no matter how much Eddie and you acted like you were above all that sort of stuff. 

His handwriting had been clearer on that one note, neater, with more thought behind it. You felt his big brown eyes on you while you read it, so you knew you had to act as cool as possible. As if him inviting you to a literal date wasn’t freaking you out. You didn’t even pass the note back, you just nodded in his direction, and he smiled while twirling his hair on his finger.

In the end, Vicki didn’t even had to set you up, Eddie asked you out himself, like a big boy (kind of). 

The guys leaving the club session looked at you like you had grown a second head. 

“Band practice is down the hall”, one of them snickered. That was Gareth, you assumed.

“I know”. You narrowed your eyes, holding your saxophone case a little tighter and breathing deeply. Gosh, and these were Eddie’s friends?

Immediately after, Eddie’s big eyes sparkled when he saw you outside the classroom. 

“Hey, you made it”.

Like the other boys, he wore the club’s t-shirt but this one looked particularly clean. You saved your comments to yourself, though, and just smiled back.

The moments you were deciding where to go were the most awkward. You could tell that Eddie wasn’t used to talking to many girls. No matter how much of a peacock he acted like when he was in a ten-foot radius of a cheerleader.

If there was a contest for Weirdest Location for a First Date, Eddie and you would’ve won first place. You both agreed on going to the Hawkins’ graveyard. The place worked to ease your nerves, somehow.

Many graves had stories you’d heard over the years. And of course, the metalhead guy loved to hear about them, tagging on with his versions or additions to them.

The date went well and it definitely helped to fuel both of your delusions of being cool and oh, so edgy. In reality, you were just two nerds walking and laughing in an inappropriate place, while not having the guts to admit this was a date. 

When the “hanging out” turned to actual dates, you knew it was going to be impossible to hide it from Robin. And you braced yourself for her reaction.

“How many times did you kiss him?”

If she'd asked a day before, you would confidently say ‘three times’. But after the makeout session the night before, it wasn’t like you could keep count of that.

Your skin crawled by imagining telling this to her, so of course, you omitted the question.

“No, wait wait! Don't answer that. I need a complete timeline: from the first date to the first kiss, to now.”

You scoffed.

“What are you waiting for? Start talking.” 

Oh, she was serious about it.

So you talked, knowing there wasn’t any way of getting out of it.

She already knew about the graveyard, so there was little comment to make about it. 

The words you chose were careful, though. Robin wasn’t too thrilled about Munson at all, so you had to put effort in making him look as good as possible while keeping it in the realm of possibility. 

You spoke about how witty he was, but didn’t mention the fact that you held your breath the first time you walked into his room. Not that you were the picture of cleanliness, let’s be honest, but you had wondered just how long had it been since his sheets had seen the inside of a washing machine. (Not like that had stopped you from rolling around on his bed, anyway).

You talked of how he was actually a bookworm and really interesting to converse with, but kept quiet about how, just on your third date, he immediately asked you to stay the night after getting his hands under your shirt. 

You told Robin about his encyclopedic knowledge of music, similar to Robin's, but carefully omitted the fact that he had bitten you despite you asking him not to. You had moaned at it, either way.

Trusting him was a hard task. Sure, maybe you were paranoid, but this guy made up stories as a hobby. And even if he didn’t, he seemed too eager to impress any girl in his vicinity to be a hundred percent trustful.

“Oh, I don't believe you.” That phrase came out of your mouth so often now, it was almost funny.

“I swear! Cross my heart and hope to die.” Dramatic as always, of course.

“Sure, whatever you say, man.”

But truths and lies weren’t that important when he kissed you so sweetly. As sweet as this brute could be. It was very endearing. 

You didn’t give a fuck if that fight he was telling you about was real, or if his band was as awesome as he said, not when he pulled your hair and bit your lip in that way that made you shiver. 

Let him talk, you thought, he had a cute mouth anyway.

Between nerdy conversations about Lord of the Rings or music, and heated makeout sessions on his bed, or yours (whichever was available at the time), there was always a debate that bubbled up between you two.

“Doesn’t that fuck up your brain or whatever?” 

“princess, it’s 1986. Everyone smokes weed.” You had stopped fighting that nickname long ago, you even stopped cringing at it, somehow.

“Not everyone!” 

“Yeah, well, it’s you and Vicki against the world, then.”

It’s not like you ever expected him to change his ways; that was stupid. But it was annoying when he expected you to just… be okay with it.

Still, he stopped smoking when he was with you —wow, what a gentleman!— and you ignored the fact that he may or may not sell pot. Closing your eyes and letting his hands wander was the best way to forget everything about it.

The sun was already setting on a beautiful Saturday afternoon when you brought it up.

“Remember how I told you Robin doesn’t like you much? Like, at all.” Your breath felt a bit shallow, you had kissed for what felt like hours at this point.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, uh… It’s mostly because she told me she saw you and Chrissy Cunningham together the other day… You know, alone and everything.” Your gaze was unblinking, boring into his eyes as if you were trying to read his mind.

His blush was a little more intense than before, reaching his ears, but he didn't hesitate in answering, “I never talked to her before, Robin must have mistaken me for another person.”

Your silence must have freaked him out a bit, because he croaked a tiny “I swear!” that sounded quite pathetic, even for him.

The intention of this whole afternoon was to talk to him about being exclusive. You hadn’t been mad about the Chrissy thing, really. It wasn’t like Eddie and you were official at all. Even if he liked to make it very obvious that you were together every time he crossed paths with you at school. But now that he was denying everything? Yeah, the exclusivity thing didn’t sound so appealing to you anymore.

Because you’d lied. It wasn’t just Robin that caught him, you were there, too.

“Are you sure, Eddie? I’m not… I’m not mad about it.” But you were starting to be.

“Yes, yes! It’s funny, actually… I, uh, had like, the biggest crush on her in middle school, you know? But not anymore, princess! I don’t even look in her direction, I promise.”

You felt like you hadn’t blinked in the last five minutes. 

Fuck this! You didn’t want to be his girlfriend. That was never the intention with this whole thing. You just wanted to have some damn fun for once.

“Okay…” You said carefully, “just… don’t expect Robin to talk nicely to you, okay?”

“I’m used to people not liking me, princess, nothing new.”

Your smile was tight, and the way he twirled his hair had never bothered you this much before.

“So, I heard there’s this party next Saturday...” You said.

The mirror smiled back at you after you applied your lipstick. You were already a little tipsy after the pregame at Vicki’s, but you did your makeup flawlessly in front of her bathroom mirror. 

’Hot’ was the right word to describe you that Saturday, you felt confident, you looked cool, and you were definitely ready for some kissing and smooching. If you ended up in Eddie’s van? Even better.

Your friends were not so thrilled about seeing Eddie, not after the Chrissy thing, but they knew they couldn’t do much to stop you. Those were your bad decisions to make.

The party was flooding with people, and it took an absurd amount of time to find Eddie, even when he was the flashiest thing in the room. 

By the time you got to him, you were way too drunk. No longer just tipsy. The unknown substance in your red cup was doing its job, and you could barely keep steady on your feet when you found yourself in his arms.

Your friends were cringing hard when you kissed him in front of them, staining his face with lipstick. He was very, very pleased with it, though. Even if he felt heavily judged by everyone in your circle.

In the end, he ended up taking you home, but not in the way you’d have liked. Because the moment you stepped outside and started to walk to his van, heavy nausea hit you with the cold air of the night, 

Your vomit stained his sneakers a bit, but he didn’t complain. In fact, he had never been this gentlemanly before. Even your friends, usually very unimpressed with him, were surprised.

He made sure you drank water, wrapping you in his jacket and then drove you home, making sure you made it up the stairs without falling and tucking you in like a good, responsible boy,

“I’m sorry I ruined the night.” You murmured sleepily before he left.

“Are you kidding? You throwing up was so metal! I’m honored I got to witness it.”

He was such a freak.

You were tugging at your hair, frustrated. After just finishing it, you accidentally tipped your glass of water over all your homework, so you had to redo it. Then, your friends who were supposed to hang out at your house didn’t show up, and you had cooked for them. And while you tried to calm down with a nice hot coffee, your favourite mug slipped from your hands and shattered into a million pieces on the ground.

You needed to call Eddie. Maybe he’d help you laugh about it a little.

The phone call had been 30 minutes long at this point. You sighed, feeling a little better, but still guilty for talking about yourself and your own problems nonstop.

“I feel like I complain too much sometimes,” you chuckled.

“Princess, I know the female population, okay? They are always complaining about everything, all the time. I’m used to it, don’t worry.” 

He knows the what, now?

“Eddie, what the fuck?” But the idiot kept on talking.

“Yeah, princess, it’s fine. I mean, we guys don’t give a shit about most things. But that’s just natural, you know? It’s like, biological.”

Hanging up on him had never felt so good. No goodbye, no nothing. Seriously, who does he think he is?

You needed to call Robin. Maybe she’d help you laugh about it a little.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

This conversation wasn’t meant to be had over the phone, but the winter break had just started, and you were leaving on vacation the next day. Leaving this matter to stretch over time would just make it worse. You wanted to enjoy your holidays without anything weighting on your mind.

Not that he could ever convince you to stay with him, anyway. There had been a long talk with your friends about all this. And the jury had decided he should be executed out of your life. You agreed, of course.

There was only so many things one could ignore in the name of fun. And when your frustration started to surpass the enjoyment, what was the point? 

He was not the type of guy you could introduce to your parents. He was not even the type of guy you could see with a steady relationship. You realized you wanted a little bit more romance than he could get you.

So you mentally prepared yourself for this phone call, for his insistence, for his endless questions, even for some anger.

“I didn’t mean to tell you this over the phone, I’m sorry.” Your voice was steady, clear, no sign of doubt.

“Oh…” Silence. And then, a moment after: “It’s okay, I get it. Thank you for these last few months.”

“Uh, Eddie-”

“Goodbye.”

You stuttered a goodbye, but it was too late, he had already hung up. 

Shortest phone call of your life.

“Honey, he sells drugs. You didn’t know that?”

“Not until very recently…” Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Your friend laughed, shaking her head.

Now, your friends would have something to tease you about for the rest of your life. And you’d have all that time to pretend you didn’t enjoy his company or act like you didn’t notice what a mess he was.

And maybe he’d try to contact you again, try to get close. But you’d ignore him, walking awkwardly past him in the school hallway.

Still, he’d live forever in your mind as the one your friends didn’t like.

[all4yoi]

𝓛overs 𝓓on't 𝓛ast (𝓦e 𝓓id 𝓞nce)

𝓳ake x fem!reader 🪷 cw ໒꒱ 4.4k word count. exes to lovers angst !! angst ?? 2nd chance romance, mild profanity, yearning, silent longing, did i say yearning? confrontation under the rain!! the rain!! tiny bit of jealousy, eventual fluff, there is like a duet scene but trust me on this!! hear me out ok.. lmk if i missed anything else, mentions of enhypen characters and 2 ocs, not proofread 💔

synopsis ໒꒱ They were lovers once.. quiet, constant, and inseparable, until love slipped through the cracks of silence and unsaid words.

When Y/N agrees to join a weekend getaway with old friends, she expects campfires, lake swims, and group games. Not Jake, the boy she once called home. The boy who drifted away without a storm, just a soft fading into silence. Now, in the cozy confines of a remote cabin, with nowhere to run and too many memories between them—they’re forced to coexist for five days of shared meals, fun activities, and lingering glances.

But as buried feelings resurface and conversations tiptoe into vulnerability, the question isn’t just "what went wrong?" it’s "is there still something worth fighting for?"

notes ໒꒱ i drafted this spontaneously after i heard lovers by anna of the north xd! anyway, it was supposed to be sunghoon but i was like.. nah jake would fit sm better so heres another full fic for jake grah.. also like finished this in one seating i think i write better with music motivation dude anyway, i hope you all enjoy as much as i did while writing!!

"You've been locking yourself up for God knows how long, just come with and unwind." the voice of your best friend Aina whined through your phone.

It has been exactly three days since your friends have been calling you nonstop trying to convince you to join their getaway somewhere in the woods in between mountains.

"It's just for five days, please Y/N.. just, think about it, okay?"

That's exactly why you're now here, in the middle of the woods with your big friend group. Looking around, you spot their respective cars parked near the big cabin, you felt your chest tighten at the familiar black honda civic with a bumper sticker that said "my dog is cooler than your boyfriend" that you remember buying two years ago.

"Y/N! Oh my gosh you actually made it!" you felt the arms engulfing your body before you could process who's voice it belonged. Momentarily forgetting what you've seen, you wrapped your arms around Aina, smiling against her hair.

She pulled away with a big smile before her brows furrowed slightly.

"Look, I didn't know he was coming okay? If I'd have known, I would've told you." she said with guilt, following your gaze towards the black car. You shook your head, waving her off telling her it was fine and that you've moved on.

You didn't know if you were assuring her or yourself.

-

"There she is!" "You cut your hair?!" "I thought you died, lowkey." were your friends' words to you as you entered the cabin with Aina. One by one, they gave you tight hugs, muttering how much they've missed you and asking if you were fine now.

While everyone was gathered around you, eager to see you again after so many months, one person remained seated on the couch his eyes softly trained to your figure as if he was trying to memorize you again.

"Y/N, we're sharing rooms. Alright with you?" you looked back towards the voice and accidentally looked at him.

Jake.

Jake in all his glory, his hair was still fluffy, long sleeves instead of a shirt, his chunky shoes and ripped jeans. He was still the same. He was still Jake, just not yours anymore.

Your eyes met and he sent you a small polite smile, his smile faltered when he saw your face fall. Guilt spreading all over his body and face.

"Y/N?" Sunoo's voice brought you back to reality, finally breaking the awkward interaction with Jake.

"Ah, yeah. No problem, Sun."

"Gotcha!"

-

The sun is setting and everyone is at the back of the cabin, others were coming in and out from the back door bringing food, blankets, and utensils out.

Heeseung came marching holding a cup with sticks in it.

"Okay, listen up! Everyone's going to pick a stick and the two who gets the shortest ones will be the one grilling. Fair?!" everyone agreed. Others were rubbing their hands, some wanting to grill and others just wanting to relax near the bonfire beside the pool.

Everytime someone pulled a long stick, everyone either cheered or groaned.

"Ah, well shit." you heard Jake from beside Sunghoon who laughed out loud. Turns out, Jake got a very short stick, meaning out of the two sticks in Heeseung's cup is short as well.

You and Ni-ki stared at each other before lunging towards Heeseung who stumbled back with a laugh, everyone watching in anticipation.

Ni-ki laughed in triumph upon seeing the length of his stick.

You stared at your ridiculously short stick, raising a brow at Heeseung who put his hands up in mock surrender. "Don't blame me, blame fate." he snickered as he walked away, patting Jake's back.

Everyone 'ooh-ed' in realization. You playfully rolled your eyes while successfully avoiding Jake's gaze, walking towards the grill silently and turning it on.

You could feel your heart beating faster than normal when you felt his body heat to your left. He rubbed his nape in embarrassment but said nothing. He kept glancing at you while also flipping off the boys behind him when they would teasingly pinch his side making him stumble closer to you.

"Sorry. It's- you know how they are.." he muttered once, only receiving a tight lipped smile from you. You both cooked silently, you placed the raw beef and pork, while he was in charge in plating them and delivering it to your friends.

As you finally wiped your hands with paper towel, Jake spoke beside you. "Hey.. uh, you look nice." he silently whispered.

You stared at him, first in shock then disbelief. You scoffed, brushing past him and seating beside Aina. Jake was left standing there in front of the grill, lowering his head and turning to look at you at the table.

You were so near yet so far, but he had no right to yearn for you back when he was the first one to pull away.. right?

-

"So, Y/N. How's nursing school?" Nari, another girl friend, asked from beside Jungwon who nodded at the question.

"Yeah, you like totally ghosted us after you and Jake- ah!" Ni-ki was quickly silenced by Jay who kicked his shin from under the table. "Oh, right. Sorry." the youngest whispered before stuffing his face with more beef.

Jake hung his head low across you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

"Uh.. um. It's fine, hard. But I'm managing, I have to." you awkwardly laughed before putting another piece of pork in your mouth.

Heeseung noticing the tense tension spoke.

"Come on, Y/N didn't ghost us, she was just busy. You know how nursing school can get..." everyone stayed silent, at another attempt to bring the mood back, he asked. "Uh- Anyway, anyone up for some karaoke?" his question definitely broke the tension as everyone except for two people agreed loudly, jumping from their seat.

You sighed, standing up and beginning to clean up the table, deciding that you'd join karaoke later. Jake silently helped, he wiped the table clean and threw the trash while you washed the dishes.

You didn't even notice your hands were shaking until Jake held your wrist gently, his thumb rubbing lightly on your skin, grounding but too familiar. "Hey, relax. Come on, let me do it." he said it in that soft, affectionate way only he could, the tenderness in his tone that made your chest ache.

"What are you doing, Jake?" you shakily asked, staring at his fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

"Just trying to help, Y/N."

You finally looked up at him, eyes glassy while his were filled with concern and guilt. "Well, I don't-" your voice cracked, "I don't need your help. Not anymore, okay?"

Jake swallowed the lump in his throat, his fingers detaching from your wrist as he nodded. "Okay.. got it."

-

You exhaled through your nose, hearing the laughter and lyrics being yelled in the living room, and just as you had entered, Ni-ki pointed at you in glee.

"Just in time! Y/N and Jake, you're next!" your brows shot up in surprise, confusion and nervousness snaking up your spine as a tipsy Nari pulled you beside her while Jake was pulled beside Heeseung.

Before you could protest, two mics were shoved into your hands. Jake gripped his a little too tightly.

"I haven't sang in 2 years-"

"So what?! This isn't a competition, just have fun!"

You looked towards the TV, the words Just Give Me A Reason by Pink and Nate Ruess making your heart beat faster.

Of course, they'd pick this out of everything.

"You both- killed! and I mean, killed it! Last time we had karaoke. We had to hear it again." a clearly drunk Sunghoon exclaimed as he sat cross legged on the carpet, looking at both you and Jake as if this was a concert he was attending.

You sighed, but lifted the mic anyway—heart hammering, throat dry, forcing yourself to sing. You didn't glance at Jake. Not when he sang his part, not even when the room erupted in cheers.

Then came his voice. Lower, quieter, and so full of something you tried to ignore.

"I've never stopped, you're still written in the scars on my heart.." he sang deeply, his eyes locked on your face before looking down at the floor once realization dawned onto him that you were not looking anytime soon.

"Everyone shut up! The bridge is coming. Stand up, stand up." Aina shouted, urging you to stand while Jake did the same while singing his line.

"Oh, tears ducts and rust, I'll fix it for us.."

"We're collecting dust but our love's enough."

"You're holding it in, you're pouring a drink."

"No, nothing is as bad as it seems."

"We'll come clean."

Each lyrics were sang with something heavy and deep, emotions seeping through the microphones but no one seemed to notice except you both.

As the final lyric was sang, everyone drunkenly cheered, hooting for you both, oblivious to the war in your chest. You laughed awkwardly and coughed before excusing yourself in the kitchen.

You suddenly remembered two years ago, when you last sang that song with him. You had both pretended to break up with each other so that you and him "channel the pain" into the duet, and aftering singing, you'd both hug and kiss each other.

"That was the worse two minutes of my life." he'd say, kissing you softly and smiling in it while he held you close, ignoring your friends' protest on the pda.

It was something to be laughed about in your relationship back then, and now, you just sang it with him but there were no hugs after it.

No kisses.

No hugs.

No soft teasing from your friends.

Just silence.

You flinched when someone slid a glass of water beside you. Jake opened his mouth but decided against it, remembering your words from a while ago.

"I don't need your help anymore."

He pursed his lips before he walked away but without a last glance at your slumped figure on the kitchen counter, alone.

-

You didn't know what time everyone decided to retreat to their respective rooms. Sunoo was passed out beside you, his limbs sprawled in uncomfortable positions yet he snored soundly.

But your eyes stayed open.

You kept replaying everything that happened tonight. Jake's car in the driveway with the stupid bumper sticker you bought him, the two of you cooking, eating across from each other, God, you even sang together. Yet, you still felt empty. The lingering question in your chest threatening to come out.

"Was I not worth fighting for?"

You could remember vividly the silent apartment. Two people, one couple, yet it was so silent. It had been weeks since you have spoken properly with your boyfriend. Weeks since the last shared kiss, the last meal shared, everything.

"Are we okay?" you had asked him one night on your shared bed, his back towards you. Your voice silent, cautious and afraid.

He sighed, replying with a silent "yeah."

"It doesn't feel like it."

Jake sat up, brushing a hand through his hair.

"It's just- maybe we're just tired. Maybe we need space." and after weeks of longing, he had finally looked at you in the eye, but he wasn't saying what you had thought he'd say when he finally looks at you.

"Space?" a whisper. "Or a way out?"

"I don't want to hurt you more than I already have."

Then that was it. No one shouted, no one begged, no one cried. Just silence and the sound of your heart breaking softly.

You nodded, getting up from the bed before you left and never came back ever again.

Sometimes you had thoughts, if you have not asked him that night, would the both of you still be together?

You would've willingly accepted his silence, just the mere presence of his warmth was enough, but you respected yourself and didn't want to be selfish.

If you had not asked, would he have fought? Would he have stayed? Would he have chosen you, even quietly?

-

Morning came quickly, the sun peeking through the drawn curtains. Sunoo was still knocked out beside you, his sleep shirt riding up due to his constant moving. You carefully slid it back down before leaving the room.

The cabin was quiet, each room's door was still closed. Everyone was asleep still, or so you thought.

You heard him before you saw him.

"Fuck." Jake sleepily cursed at himself, hurriedly washing his hand on the sink as he weakly stomped his barefoot on the wooden floors.

You watched him silently, slipping beside him and grabbed a mug from the cabinets. He looked at you sheepishly, his pale hand turning red.

"Good morning." he greeted silently, turning the faucet off and carefully dabbing his reddened hand with a hand towel.

"Morning," you whispered back, your eyes still trained to his hand. "You 'kay?" his eyes widened at the question, gulping before nodding.

"Yeah, totally- um. You know, just accidentally spilled boiling water on me, nothing bad haha.." he cleared his throat, mentally slapping himself for how much he rambled. He noticed the corners of your mouth twitch, and he smiled.

A genuine Sim Jaeyun smile. Not an awkward or forced smile. Just him.

"You were always bad at handling burns." you said softly, placing your mug down before opening the cabinet below the counter and taking the first aid kit you spotted yesterday.

Jake blinked. "You remember that?"

"You cried over a curling iron once."

Jake choked before laughing. "That was scalding! You said it was on low!"

You nodded your head mockingly with a soft smile on your lips, putting your hand out, waiting for him to place his injured hand on yours.

He let you treat him in silence, eyes following every movement you made. Your delicate fingers rubbing a soothing cream on the red spot on his hand. It was still soft and light, still so you.

His eyes trained over your face, memorizing every feature.

"Thanks.." he muttered.

You hummed, putting everything back on the cabinet. "You should keep it dry." you said, patting his now bandaged hand. He begrudgingly took it back from your warm hands.

"Yes ma'am." he said in a light teasing tone, testing the waters if you'd respond to his humor.

You didn't respond, merely smiled and went back to making coffee. There was a pause, the air suddenly tensing. Then he spoke.

"I missed this." he said quietly, as if he had not intended to say it out loud.

You froze, hand stilling from mixing your coffee. "Sorry?"

Jake shook his head, smiling hesitantly as he gestured to the both of you. "This. You. Talking, laughing over stupid stuff," a slight pause, then, "Everything, really."

He scratched his nape with his unharmed hand, "I didn't realize how quiet things got when you left."

You resumed in stirring, not sparing him a glance.

"I didn't think you noticed."

"I notice everything."

Silence. Then footsteps from the stairs.

"Uh- breakfast." you said quickly, brushing past him to go over the fridge. Jake deflated but kept it to himself, knowing he had no right to feel this way when he was the one who let you go.

"Right, let me help."

-

Breakfast was surprisingly light. For the first time since the trip started, it actually felt like a vacation. There were no awkward silence or dead air like yesterday. Everyone joked about their hangovers, inside jokes were thrown.

"So, Jake and Y/N cooked breakfast?" Jay, who was the last one to wake up suddenly exclaimed from the stairs, walking towards the crowded dining table.

Ni-ki paused, "Wait, Jake," he pointed at the said man who raised a brow and had a strawberry on his mouth. "Made these pancakes?" he pointed towards the overflowing pancakes on his plate.

"I did Ni-ki, don't worry." you said lightheartedly, your brows quirking at him, playful and knowing.

The youngest visibly sighed in relief before he stuffed his mouth with the pancakes. Jake took offense and raised his arms.

"So what if I made the pancakes? Does it make it taste different?" he defensively asked making everyone stare at him in disbelief.

There was a beat of silence before everyone spoke over the other.

"Seriously?" "It's like he's not ashamed at all." "Just eat, Jake."

"Last time you tried cooking pancakes for everyone, you gave everyone food poisoning." you spoke, pointing at him then everyone else with your fork. Someone choked, either from holding back a laugh or the way you said it.

Jake's jaw dropped, putting a hand over his chest. "Slightly undercooked doesn't count as food poisoning! No one even threw up!"

Sunoo snorted and Jungwon raised a brow before nodding towards the youngest. "Ni-ki literally cried."

"Ni-ki threw up." you corrected, a brow raised as you kept your eyes on Jake who was fighting back a smile.

Breakfast was chaotic but fun. That morning, before you stepped out, you decided to push back every hard feelings you carried. Your friends planned everything and wanted to enjoy their small break. You didn't want to ruin the atmosphere by constantly being a moping cow, so even if it did hurt throwing jokes here and there with the person who broke your heart, you'd bear with it for the sake of your friends' happiness.

-

Once everyone was full and energized, you all gathered in the living room again. Nari had invited everyone for truth or dare to pass time.

You all sat in a circle in the middle of the living room, suddenly feeling like middle schoolers again. An empty coke bottle sat on the middle before it was spun by Heeseung.

"Okay! Sunghoon, truth or dare!" Heeseung exclaimed when the bottle stopped and pointed at Sunghoon. Said man groaned but picked truth anyway.

"Kiss, marry, kill, Aina, Nari, and Y/N go!" you audibly laughed while the two other girls made face.

"Obviously marry Y/N, kiss Nari and I'd kill Aina." there was a roar of laughter after he answered, Aina loudly complaining on why'd she be killed.

Jake furrowed his brows, his grip on the throw pillow on his lap tightening. "Obviously?" he whispered to himself but unfortunately, Sunoo heard.

"What? Jealous?"

Everyone 'oohs' awaiting his response. Jake shook his head, laughing slightly. "Of Sunghoon? Come on."

Sunghoon cackled but pointed at him anyway, "'Kay big boy, truth or dare?"

"Truth." everyone groaned, someone calling him a coward, someone saying two truths in a row was boring but he didn't care.

"Oh wait! I have one!" Ni-ki exclaimed, mischievous smile on his face. "Shoot." Jake nodded at him.

"What happened to the girl you were hanging out with in the city? Mira, was her name?" the room oohs, not noticing the way you subtly froze.

Jake stiffens, his gaze turning towards your uninterested figure. You were biting your lip, playing with the rim of your glass filled with juice.

He laughed hesitantly. "I was just walking her to class. Nothing happened, we're just groupmates."

Jake's eyes danced from your figure who remained still, to Ni-ki, to Aina who was now looking at him with furrowed brows, to everyone else who was now silent.

You looked to your left and see Jungwon's half filled bottle. Grabbing that opportunity, you snatched it from him and stood up.

"I'll get you your refill." and before he could stop you, you were already up your feet and left the living room.

"Nice going, she was actually starting to opening up more." Nari said, sparing a single glance at Jake and Ni-ki before standing up and following you.

Jake sighed, "Dude, seriously?"

Ni-ki sat back in guilt. "Sorry, I thought she's moved on."

"Okay, only a stupid person would think that." Jay said exasperated.

"Can we stop talking about this without her here? Seriously." Aina yelled, eyeing everyone with a hard gaze.

Heeseung stood up from his position and straightened his shirt. "I'm going to my room and coming out once the tension has cleared."

Jake watched as everyone left the living room, he could hear the faucet in the kitchen and faint murmuring from Nari. The room was silent but his heartbeat stayed loud. He needed to talk to you. Before the silence between you grew too loud to fix.

-

You kept your head low as you refilled Jungwon's glass, Nari standing beside you with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You don't have to pretend with me, you know?" she said softly, stepping closer. You nodded absentmindedly, screwing the lid back on the juice and tucking it back in the fridge.

"I'm not pretending."

"Come on, Y/N. Who are you fooling? You laughed when Sunghoon said he'd marry you, but Jake? One mention of a girl you don't know and you bolted." she whispered yelled, not wanting to be overheard by anyone.

You let out a sharp breath and messed your hair. "I'm just tired, Nari."

Nari's eyes softened, "You can talk to me, to anyone. We're your friends."

"I.. I think it was a bad idea, coming to this trip, I just-" you sighed, pulling the hem of your hoodie lower as if it would protect you from everything you were feeling. "I need a breather."

Nari didn't stop you but she watched as you walked away, biting her lip in worry and concern.

You hugged yourself tightly as you walked over the dock while the wind danced with your hair. You sat at the edge of the wooden platform, thoughts spiraling in your head.

Were you that easy to replace? But you couldn't blame him, it's been two years and he can date whoever he wants, but the unanswered questions still lingered.

Was I not enough? Did I give him too little? Maybe I was too clingy? Was I too pushy? Did I annoy him?

Did he fall out of love because he's seen everything you lacked with someone else?

You were so deep in thought you hadn't even realized the cold pattering of the rain dropping on your cheek. Just as you looked up in the dark sky, the rain poured, as if the world was crying for you.

The universe was crying for your pain, as if it could feel what you carried. And at some point, you didn't know anymore if the liquid dripping down your cheeks were your tears or the salty rain.

"Y/N!" you ignored his voice, choosing peace with the world who shared your pain. "What are you doing?! You're gonna catch a cold!" you were abruptly pulled up by your forearm but you snatched it away from his grip.

"Since when did you care, Jake?" you questioned, voice finally firm but shaking still. Jake's breathing was heavy, from the running or the question, you don't know.

"Since always. I've cared since always!" He screamed through the loud thunder, looking at your soaked figure. Your hair sticking to your face, your hoodie getting soaked, and yet, you were still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

"I'm telling the truth, nothing ever happened to me and that girl. She was a groupmate, nothing else." he added, desperation slipping through each word he muttered.

You laughed. "It doesn't matter, Jake. I don't need your explanation, we aren't together anymore."

He didn't know his heart could break all over again. His breath stuttered, his eyes blinking rapidly. "I thought.. I thought we were getting better." he murmured.

"So did I." you smiled, but broken. "But maybe that was stupid of me, really."

Jake shook his head, stepping closer and his arms hovering over you as he hesitated whether he should hold you or not. "No, don't say that." his voice cracked. "I'm just- God, I'm trying not to mess this up all over again. Please just hear me out."

You looked at him in confusion and disbelief. "Why now, Jake? Why now that I'm finally building myself back up, now that I'm finally learning how to live without you?" your voice shook, sadness, anger, confusion. You didn't know anymore but you wanted it to stop.

"Because I still love you." he paused, his voice cracking. "I loved you then, I love you now, especially now." he whined, tears falling from his eyes.

"That's.. you-" your scoffed out a short laugh with a tear falling. "That's not fair, Jake."

"I waited months for you to reach out. I walked away, expecting, hoping that you'd follow me and tell me you still loved me." you cried, your fist clenched at your side. "But you didn't.. Jake.. you didn't fight for me, for us."

Jake hesitantly brought you to his arms, melting in you when you didn't pull away. His neck was wet, with the rain and your tears but he didn't care. You were shivering and crying and he desperately needed you warm.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't know how to, we were young." he whispered in your soaked hair. "But now I do. I'll fight now, for you, for us."

You shake your head against his neck, sobbing harder.

And somehow, the words you've been meaning to hear were finally uttered. Under the pouring rain while the world weeped with you in the arms of the boy you never really unloved.

EPILOGUE (One Year Later)

"Baby, seriously it's not that serious." you deadpan at your sulking boyfriend, his body was on top of yours, his weight crushing you comfortably.

He exhaled against the crook of your neck and you whined with a chuckle at the ticklish feeling. "It is serious. That lego set was the final piece for my collection," he pulled away, not all the way but just enough to look at you.

"I already had it in my hand, but boom! The kid gets it 'cause he's younger? What kind of policy is that?" he whined again, dropping his face back into your neck.

You chuckled at your boyfriend's whining, playing with his hair while he continued to ramble on how he deserved it better.

The journey to this relationship wasn't smooth, there were times you hesitated, scared that whatever happened then would happen again, but he always reassured you.

There were also times where he'd get overwhelmed but instead of pulling away, he'd talk to you with that cute eyes of his, asking for comfort and just talk, and you both did, for hours until he felt better.

No one pulled away anymore, no one was going to walk away anytime soon.

"I deserved it better, right baby?" he sulked, puckering his lips as he looked at you.

"Yes, you big baby. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"What does that even meannn." he grumbled into your shoulder.

Your relationship with Jake wasn't perfect, but what's a real relationship without imperfections?

You were lovers once, you are still, and until evermore.

(fin.)

[lovetei]

Okay, this have been on my mind for a while now…

So! MC in the manga is a sheep (get turn into a sheep because they aren’t familiar with the magic? Idk). I was just wondering that at the end of the exchange programme how would the boys react to Mc’s “true form”

This is such an interesting thing to write 🖤

By the way, this is another request stuck in my drafts, I promise I'll try to make up for it and post more :')

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Their reaction to Sheep MC changing into their human form at the end of the exchange program

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, no proofreading, wrong grammar, spelling errors, kind of long

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

It was the end of the exchange program and he's seeing you off

A large portal behind your back

For you, it might be the portal that will lead you to the freedom and whatever normality this program took away from you for a whole year

The portal that you've been waiting for

But for him, it's nothing but a spiral of magic that takes away the only comfort he has

The comfort that he seek for

And his twisted heart aches whenever he remembers it

But he hides it off with a smile and a wave

He waved at you one last time before you turned around

"Uhm... I feel weird-"

What?

The extreme feeling of despair left his body for a second and was covered with confusion

That soon turned into worry as your sheep form completely fell to the ground

The noises you're making is not normal and they're all panicking because they've never heard of it before

And the fact that you started glowing didn't ease their mind.

Could it be that some higher demon planted some spell inside of you?

IS THAT SPELL SUCCESFUL?!-

MC..?

He looked at you shock

No, more like-

He looked at your new form, shocked.

The way your naked body is laying on the ground right in front of him...

Right in front of them..?

He can't help but sigh and thought that, everything would have been fine, perfect even, if you turned into this form in front of him

But no, you just have to turn into your original self in front of everyone

Now he can't even embrace you.

All he did was take his coat off and throw it to your body as his face flush red.

You turned around to look at them as you clutch his coat with that adorable expression before you run off and enter the portal

He's left there, shocked and speechless

He didn't know what the hell just happened

But what's he's sure of is that he's going to get you back

And you're going to show that expression to him one more time

But that time, it will just be the two of you, alone.

MAMMON

This man is bawling his eyes out

His original plan is to watch you leave as he cries and once you're gone he will walk it off like a real man, with tear stains of course.

He set his mind to it, gambling for the whole week after you leave so that he can forget you

Even for just a moment

But no,

You won't even let him have the peace of mind

Or leave him with a nice memory

Instead your sheep body dropped to ground and made everyone think that you're about to die!

But you know what more you did?

You turned into a human!

Your human form!

Naked!

He went from 😭 -> 🤨 -> 😮 -> 😭 -> 😳 in a mere minute

He just stood there with a flushed face

A blushing dumbass who don't know what to do but watch as Lucifer threw his coat on you

And watch you run away with that cute expression, embarrassed expression on your face.

Gosh

You drive him insane

Now he's all fired up, willing to destroy the mortal world just to get you back in his arms.

LEVIATHAN

This one too is bawling his eyes out

While holding his camera of course

He's filming every part of this

He's standing there like "WAHHH MCCC! W-Wait is the angle r-right..? I need to capture how b-beautiful MC is..." while sobbing words out.

His hands are holding the camera shakily but the movement suddenly stopped when you said you feel weird...

His eyes shot open and his tears stopped

Are you okay..?

. . .

He's malfunctioning the moment you dropped to the ground and started to glow

And he malfunctioned even more when you turned into your human born, as naked as the moment you were born.

Now his sniper instincts came in and the camera is as focused as a laser

He's staring at you wide eyed, face as red as a tomato and his mouth agape

He doesn't know what's happening

But what he's sure of is that he needs to film it

Everything

The moment you grabbed Lucifer's coat and hugged it to cover yourself

And the moment you stood up and looked at them with that cute expression

But the moment you left, he hid the camera

This film is for his eyes only...

He's gonna need this for a 'project'...

And you know what else he needs?

Tissues.

SATAN

He's smiling everything off as he watches you leave

But you know deep down some anger is boiling

Considering how hot his pact mark is getting

Because, why do you have to leave..? Did he fail to satisfy your standards..?

He can't help but roll his eyes internally

But in the middle of his self talk, you spoke

"I kind of... Feel weird-"

And then you dropped to the ground and he's suddenly panicking

Any other feeling except for confusion flushed out of his body

He ran up to you immidiately but the light dimmed down and your naked body lay before him

He can't help stop in his tracks and just look at you and blush

Before he can even register anything, Lucifer's coat is already hugging your body

Which causes another wave of wrath to hit him

He just glared at Lucifer and saw that he's not even paying attention to him

He's looking at you

With a foreign expression in his face

So he also looked at you and...

Why the fuck did you have to look so majestic..?

You met his gaze and your face flushed before you ran out and entered the portal

He just remained still

Looking at the ground where you once sat

He can't move, he's shaking so much...

He feels like he's about to explode...

ASMODEUS

"WAHHH MCCC!" He whined out as he openly sobbed

He loves you so much!

Just why do you have to leave him!

He can't help but pout at you as you say your final goodbye

But what about him?

Why do you have to leave him too!

I mean it's understandable that you want to leave them because they're all such nuisances to you why him?!

He can't help it-

What do you mean you're feeling weird?

He's slowly walking to your direction

But you started to glow..?

Suddenly he's bearing his teeth expecting enemies around

Oh wait...

Oh...

You're...

Naked...

His mind is scrambled

He completely stopped working

And he'll probably be out of service for the next few days.

BEELZEBUB

He's probably standing there with Belphie in his arms

He's giving you his infamous puppy smile hoping that you'll give him what he wants

Hoping that you'll fall for it like the usual and ran up to him an dsay he's cute instead of leaving

But there's a part in his heart that knows you won't

He's sad and happy at the same time

He's happy because you'll finally live the way you do back then

But he's sad because you have to leave to do so...

Huh?

You're feeling weird..?

You're glowing, MC!

He's shaking Belphegor awake now

What's happening to you-

. . .

He'll be one of the most respectful and cover his eyes

But he's secretly peaking through the gaps

Your flushed face...

Looks so cute...

You look...

You looked delicious...

Just enough to eat...

Now he's hungry.

Hungry for something... New?

Something that includes you.

BELPHEGOR

He's awake actually

He watched everyone, he heard everyone gave their final speeches to you

But when you were about to leave

He forcefully shut his eyes and leaned on Beel

Hoping that his sin would take over and he fell into some deep slumber

But why of all times... Why isn't it cooperating..?

His brows are furrowed as he forces himself to sleep

But suddenly everyone dropped silent...

So you finally left?

Wha- why is Beel shaking him?-

MC?!

Why the fuck are you glowing now?!

No no no...

Is it the work of some demon?!

Who-

. . .

You're... Naked...

In front of everyone...

Haha...

Beel better hold him back or else he's about to run after you and do what his brothers can't

But he knows you won't like that.

So he clinged to Beel-

Haha...

Why do you look like that?!

That's his last thought before he ran and almost caught you but the portal closed

Immidiately.

"Hmm... What a shame~"

He'll make sure he'll catch you next time.

[kingkat12]

forever (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of blood, ANGST (SORRY IN ADVANCE)

summary: nothing will ever be the same again after you've found out what Roman truly is-- you can be sure of that now.

word count: 5,093

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a/n: GOSH I'M BACK! 13 is the lucky number (not). this chapter is a bit shorter than usual, but it's more than enough for this scene... I can't breathe omg. thank you to everyone that has helped me with brainstorming and clearing my mind about this scene, specifically @mentallyscreamingsincebirth who read about 7 different drafts (poor soul), and I'M SO SORRY. SO SO SORRY Y'ALL. ENJOY... tbh that's not the right word, so, good luck!!!

Loving Roman had consequences right from the start.

However, I never imagined it would lead to this. 

My hands trembled as I clutched the knife, though I couldn't tell if it was from fear or the sheer weight of the situation. Roman hadn't moved an inch since I'd pointed it at him, but the way he loomed in front of me made every second stretch unbearably long. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the fridge-- my breath caught in my throat as he tilted his head, his green eyes flickering with something unreadable, something quiet.

Then, without warning, a slow exhale left his lips as though he was indifferent-- Roman's shoulders slackened, the tension bleeding from his frame as if this entire moment had bored him. And then, just like that, he put his tux jacket on the kitchen island before he turned away.

I flinched at the movement, but all Roman did was step toward the fridge, peeling it open with a lazy sort of ease. He bent down, rummaging through the shelves, shifting the milk aside like I wasn't still standing there, terrified.

I turned with him, still pointing the blade in his direction as my pulse threatened to rupture my ears-- this was the biggest mind-fuck of the century. This night was. My brows drew together as I dared to speak, confusion drowning my anxious words; "What are you doing?"

Roman shrugged. "I have a feeling this is gonna take a while, and I'm really fucking hungry. Do you know how many calories you burn from beating up assholes?" Another sigh followed--  he continued to speak into the fridge as he shuffled through the vegetables; "You're not wearing your dress."

It sounded like a casual remark, yet I knew it was loaded with the intent of getting me to explain myself. The longer I stayed quiet, the more I could hear my heart pound. "I changed,"

"Where?" 

"... Here?" 

Roman shook his head, remnants of a knowing smirk painting his lips-- it didn't reach his eyes. "I don't think we should be starting this conversation off with more lies," 

His words were chilling. I struggled to find mine. I cleared my throat over and over as my hands got clammy around the knife I had yet to lower; "I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Come on," Roman huffed, rolling his eyes as he straightened up, reaching for the handle of the fridge. When he turned his head to meet my gaze, I felt my breathing knot itself in my chest-- I hated this feeling. I hated being scared of my boyfriend. I hated that I couldn't bring myself to put away the kitchen knife I was still pointing at him. Roman continued; "I've been waiting for you for about... what, fifteen minutes? You didn't change here, and those clothes aren't yours."

Fighting the urge to stay tongue-tied, I snapped; "And you shouldn't have broken into my house in the first place! That's crossing all fucking boundaries!--"

BOOM.

The fridge door slammed shut with a force that rattled the shelves.

I jolted. A sharp, pathetic squeak clawed up my throat before I could stop it. My pulse jumped, breath hitching-- fuck.

Roman had never looked more intimidating; "I see we're past talking about boundaries!" he hissed, glancing down at the knife in my trembling hands. His attempts at containing his anger were cracking.

"Fine," I bit back. "Let's talk about the important piece of information you so conveniently failed to tell me, then!"

Roman blinked. I knew him too well; I could see his mind racing behind those big, beautiful eyes. I shouldn't be looking into them. "The car crash?" he asked, attempting to soften his voice. Something told me he got hopeful that he had hit bingo about the subject, and that he could somehow salvage this; "I'll tell you everything you want, baby. No problem, okay? Where do you want me to start?--"

"Don't fuck with me, Roman!" One of my hands left the knife as my tremble subsided, and I steadied my stance. "Enough!" 

Roman's fists clenched, and his gaze pierced mine with rays of ice. It took him some time to let it sink in-- we were about to have this conversation, whether he wanted to or not. We were going to talk about what he was. Despite the horror of the situation, my body filled with a satisfaction unlike anything I had ever felt before; I had pieced it together. I had cornered him. I had caught the liar, and I had done it all by myself. 

However, the liar in question didn't want to relent so easily; "This is about Daniel, isn't it? The little shit who confessed he'd get off to snapping your neck in half?"

"It's... What?" My frustration possessed me as I gestured with the knife, exasperated. "No, Roman! It's not that, and you know it!"

Roman let out a quick, icy breath as his fists clenched and unclenched-- deny, deny, deny. "He had it coming," he breathed. "I don't get why you're holding a knife at me for giving that guy what he deserved!"

"That's not why I'm!--"

"You think I went too far?" Roman scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. Deny, deny, deny. "You think I should've let him walk away after hurting you, is that it?"

This was beyond frustrating now. It was infuriating, actually. Roman's dismissal of the real topic of concern drove me into a state I hadn't been in before; it almost made my vision go red. Then, it took me a second to realize my vision was blurring because of more causes than one-- with tears pooling in my eyes, I watched as Roman continued his angry rant;

"I don't get you! Why the fuck are you pulling a knife on your boyfriend for protecting you?! I was the one who saved you, I was the one who made sure you got the revenge you deserved, and what do I get in return? That terrified look on your fucking face?!" 

Roman was yelling now. 

Yelling.

I kept telling myself he didn't mean it, that he was simply anxious to face the truth that I knew his biggest secret, but... now that I knew what he was, it only made me grip the knife harder. What if he suddenly pounced at me? What if he got so overcome by anger that he lunged my way out of pure instinct?

I flinched when Roman raised his hands, yet I let out a shaky breath of relief when they went to his hair, ripping at the tips of his brown locks in frustration; "I have done everything to protect you! I-- I messed him up, okay, but!--"

Enough. "Protect me?! You think this is protection?!"

The panic Roman had painted across his face for sympathy got wiped away the second I raised my voice too. His act wasn't working. His distractions weren't working. Nothing was. "It is," he hissed.

"No!" The tears that had welled in my eyes threatened to spill. "You should've left me alone the second you started feeling anything for me! That would've been protection, that would've mercy!" 

Roman closed his eyes and sucked in a sharp line of air-- "Don't say that," he breathed. "You're crossing the line."

"Crossing... the line?!" 

"You are," he continued, blindly gesturing at the knife. "Point your knives, call me whatever, say all the shit you want, but not that. What we have is damn near holy to me, so keep that out of your mouth."

I had half the mind to throw the knife at him. Enough was enough, I couldn't stand it anymore; "You're insane!" I yelled. "You're batshit crazy, and you're out of your fucking mind if you think that you were protecting me all this time! You've only put me in danger!"

Roman's eyes widened with offence. "I have not!--"

"You urged me to slice my hand in front of you, and you sucked my fucking blood that time you decided you wanted to blood-bind us or whatever the fuck those vials were for! How dare you put me in that situation when you know what you are?!"

Silence.

In the void of sound we had created, I could hear a light tapping against the windows-- it was raining. Outside, the grass was given the opportunity to grow. At this very moment, flowers all around were watered with new energy for life; yet here I was, being drained of all of mine.

Roman's face twitched with multiple emotions, unable to decide which one to settle for as he lowered his gaze. Had he ever prepared for this moment? I wondered if he had. I wondered whether he had ever laid in bed at night, riddled with guilt and the weight of the world, and whether he had ever thought about coming clean. Had he thought he could get away with it, that I would never find out? 

Finally, Roman opened his mouth; "I..." 

It didn't take long before it shut again.

A shaky breath escaped me when I realized my knuckles were going white around the knife. I was about to say something, maybe even dig deep into my soul to search for words of comfort; yet when Roman's eyes fully focused on mine again, I felt my whole world freeze over.

Roman's pupils widened, fixating on me as though I was prey, a big deer in the wilderness. He knew the act was up, that the game was over, and instead of facing it, he fixated on the one thing he felt he could still control. His words came out with a low growl; "You have something of mine,"

... What? 

He took a threatening step forward. 

My breath hitched; I readied my brain for possible combat. 

"The vial," Roman hissed. "Where is it?" 

Another step.

"It's mine. If this is how you want to do this, I want it back,"

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Back-- Back off!--"

With Roman's next step, my body tensed up with the realization that he was speeding up--

It was now or never.

With a shriek, I tossed the knife in his direction out of pure fear, and ran out of the kitchen as my screams emptied my lungs. The pounding of my heart filled my ears as I heard the clashing of pots and pans, possibly the sound of Roman jumping over the kitchen island to get to me, and it only made me panic more.

He called out my name, a yell of rage, as I made it past the living room and into the hallway. 

I was running for my life. 

I was running for my life. 

A ragged scream tore from my throat as I snatched the nearest object, a flimsy umbrella, and flung it behind me without looking. It didn't matter. He'd dodge it. He'd always dodge it.

Tears burned down my face, blurring the steps ahead as I bolted up the stairs. My chest heaved, my legs burned, but I pushed-- pushed like my life depended on it, because it did.

I was going to die, wasn't I?

This was it.

But for a second, a stupid, desperate second, my brain tricked me; maybe I could make it? Maybe I could outrun him? Maybe, maybe I could get out of this alive?

I chanced a glance over my shoulder--

Roman wasn't there.

My heart stopped. Relief slammed into me so hard that my knees nearly buckled.

Too soon.

I saw it too late-- the flicker of movement at the edge of my vision.

Roman's hand, appearing at the top of the banister.

He hadn't run up the stairs. He'd jumped. From the first floor to the second in a single, monstrous leap.

A scream ripped from my throat as he vaulted over the railing, his body a blur, his weight crashing into me before I could even think to run.

My back hit the ground hard, but before I could even feel the pain, something else registered.

His hand. Between my head and the floor, cushioning the blow.

My breath stuttered, my body locked in pure terror as I fought, thrashed, pounded my fists against his chest-- but it was useless. He didn't budge.

My heartbeat was a deafening drumbeat of panic; I wasn't getting away. I wasn't getting away.

I wasn't getting away.

Then, Roman grabbed my hands and slammed them to the floor, pinning me down with a groan. His voice was sharp, teetering on the edge of control; "Stop it!" he yelled. "Stop fighting! I'm not going to hurt you!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, the tears still coming. I didn't believe him. I couldn't believe him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he continued. "Since when do you throw knives at me?!" 

I kept trying to kick him off. It didn't work. Nothing did.

Roman's chest heaved above mine, his grip tightening before he seemed to catch himself-- his fingers loosened just slightly. His voice dropped, a thread of disbelief woven through the frustration. "You're really afraid of me, aren't you?"

I let out a quiet sob, unable to speak.

Roman's breath shook, his head tilting as if seeing me for the first time. He exhaled through his nose, but his next words wavered; "After all this time... you really think I could hurt you?"

Something in his voice made me pause. He wasn't just angry anymore, he was... wounded. 

"After everything?" he breathed. His fingers curled around my wrists, but this time, they trembled.

I didn't answer. I couldn't.

That silence, that awful, confirming silence, broke him. Roman's expression crumpled as he clutched my wrists like a lifeline, his breath uneven. The anger drained from him in an instant, replaced by something desperate, raw, broken. 

"You're breaking my heart," he breathed.

The words shattered between us.

I stilled, my own heartbeat stammering.

In the muted space of my lack of words, Roman let out a quiet, shuddering laugh, his green eyes glossing over. "Letha told you, didn't she?" His voice cracked, barely above a whisper; "You're wearing her clothes, and you kinda smell like her expensive incense for crazy people. Don't tell me she performed some ritual on you?"

I swallowed hard. Telling him the truth felt dangerous; I needed to protect my last ally, didn't I? "No," I whispered. "No rituals. There was no Letha. I figured it out by myself... I-- I read a book." At least there was some truth to what I was saying.

Roman uttered something between a scoff and a choked breath, shaking his head. His lips curled, but there was no humor in it. "All by yourself?" he muttered. "That's my girl."

Acid filled my next words, overcome by emotion; "You left me no choice,"

"I didn't?"

"You didn't,"

"That's nonsense," Roman mumbled. "We could've avoided all of this. We could've had a few good years with you in the dark."

His face was too hard to read. His expressive eyes were so cold and hard with his conviction-- he really believed that, didn't he? "Years?" I whispered. "With me... in the dark?"

"Yeah," Breathless. He was breathless. "A decade, maybe."

It didn't take me long to piece it together. It would take a decade until he looked considerably younger than me. Would he have let me in on his secret then? 

"That wouldn't have been enough," I said, choking back my tears. "I wanted a whole life with you, Roman."

His next inhale was shaky, yet quick-- finally, he could be sure that he had lost. "So you... you really know, now?"

I knew.

I knew. 

And I could barely speak it; "That you're a upir? Yeah,"

Roman had yet to let me go. "Fuck..." he breathed, nodding to himself. "There goes that."

There it goes.

All the stolen glances, all the kisses, all the joy, all the love.

It was draining the life out of the both of us. "I'm not going to ask you to forgive me," Roman tried. "But can I at least... please have the vial?" His voice broke at the end of his sentence, and he bit down on his bottom lip to keep it from quivering.

My words came out with a tremble; "I-- I threw it away. It was affecting you horribly, and I don't want that for you... I don't want you to be in pain, Roman, despite everything you are,"

He sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body locking up as if my words had just stabbed into him. "I'll have nothing of you, then?" His voice was barely there, so fragile it made my chest ache. "When you leave me, I'll... I'll have nothing?"

I blinked. When I leave?

Was he... planning to let me go?

"You're breaking my heart," Roman echoed, his shoulders trembling as he let go of my wrists to cradle my face in his hands. 

The touch nearly made me flinch. Had I not been so intent on my survival, I would've pushed him away with a shudder. I didn't want him touching me, not now that I knew who and what he was, yet I endured it for the sake of my life. 

Roman's grip faltered as he watched me fail to hide my fear, and his fingers trailed to my cheeks as he took in the look on my face.

"I can never trust you again," I whispered. "Never hold you, never kiss you... Not now that I know what you are."

Roman's fingers slowly brushed over my cheek, shaking. "But... it was supposed to be you and me," he breathed. "Forever."

Forever.

The word sent a sharp ache through my ribs.

Roman's eyes shut, his face twisting with something too deep to name. "I know I should've stayed away..." A shuddering inhale. "I should've just kept on being miserable." 

I choked down a sob; "Rome," I whispered. What else was there to say?

The nickname hit him like a bullet. Roman's voice was rough when he dared to speak; "I wasn't supposed to feel like this for anyone... That was my one rule," He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were bloodshot, and his jaw was tight like he was forcing the words out. "I don't know when it happened, and I don't know how it happened, but I woke up one day and realized that I-- fuck!" 

Overcome by his emotions, Roman let out a sharp, bitter laugh; "I didn't want this, okay? I didn't-- God, I didn't fucking want to feel anything for you at all! I didn't want us to ever happen in the first place!"

The words should've hurt. They were meant to hurt, why else would Roman say them? But the way he said them, so wrecked, so lost, made my heart ache instead.

Roman exhaled hard, tilting his head back like he was trying to keep it together. "You have no idea how much I fought feeling anything for you... You have no idea how many times I told myself that it was nothing, that it would go away, and that you were just!--" He stopped, his breath hitching. "That you were just some meaningless girl, something temporary, a distraction at most, and not!--"

He didn't say it.

He couldn't. 

Not yet.

"And I--" Roman stopped, like the next part physically hurt to say. "I should've told you about this, I should've told you who I am. You deserved that much, and I tried, I swear! I-- I wanted to. But every time I got close,  every time I thought, this is it, tell the fucking girl, be a man, I'd look at you and-- and I got scared."

Finally, I could be sure the world was going under. The notorious Roman Godfrey was scared, and even worse, admitting to it. 

"Because if I told you, you'd leave!" he said, voice raw with pain. "And I couldn't-- I can't!--"  He was shattering right before my eyes, shattering into a million pieces. "Fuck, you have to understand! I didn't keep it from you to hurt you, I kept it from you because I'd lose everything!"

Roman swallowed hard, and in the smallest, quietest voice, he whispered; "I never, ever wanted to lose you. Nothing else matters like this, I-- I love you too much to function,"

Silence.

Thick. Suffocating.

Roman Godfrey... loved me?

He loved me.

Roman loved me.

And here he was, looking down at me with those big, pleading, green eyes like it would fix everything. Like it would fix the fact that he could kill me within a second. Like it would fix his blood-thirst. 

"Please," he breathed, heartbroken with my lack of response. "You're not saying anything. Please say something."

All the times I had sensed something was wrong and convinced myself I was crazy rushed through my mind, clouding my shock at Roman's confession. It was torturous how he had let me remain in the dark for so long. Was that love, or was that selfishness?

I knew the answer.

"That's not love, Roman," I whispered. "That's fear."

His face fell. "No," he tried. "Don't-- Don't say that, it's not--"

"You say you didn't tell me because you didn't want to lose me, but what do you think this is? What do you think is happening right now?" My voice wavered, heat rushing to my face. "You talk about love like it's this big, tragic thing you had no control over, but you chose to lie to me above all else! You chose to put me in danger every time you were ever near me!"

I pushed against his chest, my body trembling with the force of my anger; Roman could've easily stayed put, could've easily kept me pinned to the ground, yet he relented, his eyes wide with hurt as he allowed me to push him away and sit up.

"You let me walk around and doubt myself for months, Roman! You let me drive myself crazy, trying to understand what the hell was wrong with me and why I was even doubting you, when this whole time-- this whole time, you were lying to my face!"

Roman ran a hand through his hair, looking wrecked. "What did you want me to do?!--"

"Anything but this, you fucking asshole!" I shoved myself off the floor, feeling my heart pound. "And you don't get to look at me like that, like I've wrecked your life! You don't get to act like this is just something sad that happened to us when this could've been prevented all along if you'd just stayed the fuck away!"

"That's not fair!" Roman yelled through the tears welling in his eyes. "You were basically throwing yourself at me!--"

"And you shouldn't have let me!" 

"Come on!" Desperate, Roman reached for me, but I jerked away so fast that I nearly tripped.

"Don't!" My voice cracked, but it didn't matter. "Don't you fucking touch me, how dare you!" Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to tell him that I loved him too, that we could find a way to make it work, that I would always love him no matter what... but Letha's warnings ran through my head.

She had told me he was dangerous. She told me about his urges, how he would forever be hungry for blood, and that I risked my life every minute I was near him. Letha explained how Roman could hear the heartbeats of everyone within a certain radius, and that every thump reminded him of how hungry he was.

But now, as I looked into his hurt eyes, I could only see...

Pain.

I couldn't look at him anymore. I couldn't hurt him any longer, as Letha said I needed to do-- I had to move. Roman's voice was a faint echo as I started taking shaky steps toward my bedroom; there was no chance I'd outrun him if he wanted to chase me again, so I walked. It didn't take long before I heard him scrambling up from the floor as well, following me into my room. 

I could feel him behind me when I stepped inside.

The door clicked shut.

My heart pounded, and I knew he could hear it. I knew.

"Baby--"

"Don’t," I breathed, stopping in the middle of the room before I turned around to face him. Even at this moment, he was beautiful. He was breathtaking in his shirt, even though his previously neat hairstyle had fallen apart with all the running and struggling. How was this fair?

I heard the shift in Roman's breathing, and how he tried to swallow the desperation in his throat. "You’re scared of me,”

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Yes,”

"You don’t have to be," he whispered. "I would never--"

"I do,"

A sharp, broken exhale. He took a step closer, daring to get in my personal space, and I flinched before I could stop myself.

Roman froze.

Silence. Again.

And then--

He dropped to his knees.

I gasped. His hands clutched the fabric of my shirt, Letha's shirt, his forehead pressing against my stomach like he was praying to me. His breath was shaky, his fingers curling and uncurling as if he didn’t know whether to hold me or let me go.

"Please," His voice was wrecked, hoarse with unshed tears. "Please don’t do this."

I stood frozen, my hands shaking at my sides. I wanted to cradle him, wanted to sink down to the floor and hold him, but I couldn't move.

Roman pressed a kiss to my stomach, then another. Then my ribs. Then my hip. A desperate, reverent kind of touch. Not to seduce, not to possess-- but to beg.

"I love you," His voice cracked, his lips ghosting over the fabric of my shirt. "I love you so much, I can’t-- fuck, I can’t lose you!--"

"Roman--"

His body shuddered against mine, his fingers twitching where they clung to me, like if he just held on tightly enough, none of this would be real. "I can control it," he pleaded. "I swear, I swear, baby, please!--"

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. I wanted to believe him so bad, wanted to relent, yet Letha's voice echoed in my head; "He will hurt you,"

"I won’t hurt you," he choked out, contradicting my every thought. "I’d rather die."

My breath hitched as my hands trembled, longing to reach for him. I pressed my lips together, trying to force down the sob rising in my throat; "If you don't want to hurt me, you-- you have to leave. You have to let me go," 

Roman's fingers clutched the fabric of my shirt as he shook his head, a frantic, shattered movement. No, no, no. "I don’t want to," His voice was raw. "Don’t make me. Please don't-- please don't make me."

I squeezed my eyes shut. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. "Roman..."

He knew he had lost. It was over. There was nothing more to say. Slowly, painfully, he pulled back, looking up at me with wide, devastated eyes, silent tears streaking his face. He pressed one last, trembling kiss to my hip.

And then--

Roman let go.

He pushed himself up onto unsteady legs. Stumbled back, one step, two.

Heavy. 

Everything was, until I felt the relief of his eyes leaving mine. It felt like the weight of his attention lifted a ton from my shoulders. But the momentary solace quickly left me when I watched Roman's gaze shift--

He stilled.

The change was instant. His entire body locked up so tight it was like something inside him had snapped. His breath came shallow, his shoulders rising and falling in sharp, stuttered movements. His fingers flexed and curled like they didn’t know what to do.

I followed his line of sight with my breath catching in my chest, and my stomach dropped when I saw what he was looking at.

The book.

That fucking book. 

The Avoidable Vampirism - The Upir.

It lay there on my nightstand, its pages still open, marked by the frantic creases my fingers had pressed into them over and over again. There was no hiding it now.

With a sharp turn, I glanced back at Roman with huge eyes, wondering whether anger would take over his body and trigger him to chew me to death. But alas-- nothing.

Roman didn’t move.

He just stared. His lips parted slightly, his lashes fluttering as he blinked through the tears in his eyes, but he didn’t speak. I could see it, the way the pieces started clicking into place in his mind, how the dots connected in a way that destroyed him.

Finally, we both knew it was over. 

Then--

Defeated, Roman turned away.

It was sudden, almost violent, the way he ripped himself away. He staggered toward my window, one hand swiping at his face as he smeared his tears into his skin, his breath a sharp, hollow sound. His entire body shook like he was barely keeping himself together, like the second he stepped outside, he would completely break apart.

Roman reached for the window.

Shoved it open.

But just for a second, he hesitated.

For a second.

For me.

He waited.

He was begging me to say something, to stop him, to tell him he didn’t have to go.

But I didn’t. I couldn't.

So, Roman climbed through the window I had snuck him in through countless times. We had shared countless kisses there; kisses of passion, kisses of joy, kisses goodbye, kisses hello. But now, there would be no more. 

With one final look back, his green eyes seared into mine with a look I would never forget.

And then--

Roman Godfrey was gone. 

I stood there for longer than I'd ever admit to anyone, staring at the empty space he'd left behind, waiting for him to come back. I could still smell him-- the deep cologne and the faint, metallic tinge of blood clinging to my shirt where he'd been pressed against me just minutes ago. It was Daniel's blood, a trace of what had happened earlier tonight. I couldn't believe I had been happy just a few hours ago. A few hours was all it took to unravel everything. 

It was like he had left a ghost of himself behind--- something half-alive, something that would never quite let go of me.

Nothing but the sound of my own breathing filled up the room. It sounded too loud, too shaky. My fingers drifted into my pocket without thinking, curling around the cold glass buried there.

The vials clinked together as I rolled them between my fingers-- his blood, my blood, trapped inside two fragile little prisons, always touching but never quite meeting.

I brought them to my lips, squeezing my eyes shut— I could never get rid of them. Never.

If I crushed them right now, if I just closed my fist and shattered them into a thousand tiny shards, maybe this whole nightmare would shatter with them? Maybe I would wake up and he would still be here, begging me not to send him away? Maybe I could've made a different choice? Maybe he would wrap his arms around me again and swear that he would never hurt me, and maybe this time I would believe him?

But I didn't crush them-- I couldn't.

Instead, I pressed the glass harder against my lips until I tasted the salt of my tears on the rim.

At least in this form, we could be together.

Forever.

(a/n: ... sorry not sorry. this was heartbreaking to write, believe me. but this isn't the last chapter, that will be the next, and y'all are in for a RIDE!! thank you so so much for reading this, aaaand just quick psa, I will not be compensating anyone for their possible need for an ambulance or any funeral services cause I'm obv evil:))) JK MWAH🥹🌸 THANK YOUUU<333)

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a hurried sigh left you as you thanked the cab driver, taking your bags out and faced and your father’s home. there was multiple cars parked out, some better than others. there was no doubt that your father, seong gi-hun, was a humble man, it is understandable how he had friends who were rich.

you made your way to the front door and fumbled for the keys in your bag. you found them and hurriedly took them out, unlocking the door and twisting it open.

there were noises that could be heard from the living room, your father’s loud laughter rang throughout the house. he must be drunk.

you are your stuff by the stairs and made your way to the living room where your father and his friends could be seen.

“oh, there she is!” a loud yell came from your father as he pointed at you before running up and hugging the life out of you.

you laughed awkwardly at his tight hug before patting his back frantically. “too hard, dad…” his boisterous laugh rang off the walls again before he pulled away. his cheeks were flushed red and his hair was disheveled.

“ah, y/n, congratulations!” jung-bae exclaimed, his face also matching your fathers.

“thank you, mr park.” you grinned whilst your father ruffled up your hair. taking the chance, you glanced around at your fathers other friends. cho sang-woo, he was a respectable and successful man who would usually help with your homework back when you were younger. “nice to see you again, mr cho.”

“a pleasure to see how well you’ve been darling.” he replied, a little smirk on his face. you used to have a crush on the man but it was eventually forgotten when you had left for college.

“y/n.” a voice coming from your left took your attention as your head turned to look at the person. hwang in-ho. a very, very successful man. it was amazing how your father had known so many influential people.

not only was mr hwang a successful man, he was handsome. so handsome that you had also developed a crush on him when you were younger— only difference is that those feelings may still be lingering. “look at you, you’ve certainly…grown.” in-ho murmured, a small sliver of desire in his eyes.

you blushed and stammered before a pair of arms wrapped around you. turning your head once again, you had notice your old friend, dae-ho.

“oh my gosh, dae-ho!” a gasp left you as you immediately broke into a smile and hugged him back. you’ve known dae-ho since the start of high school and it’s been a while since you’ve seen him.

dae-ho appeared to be somewhat drunk as well. his hair sticking to his forehead and his words slurring before he broke into a cry. “y/n! i missed you so—so much!”

tears flood down his cheeks as an ugly-sounding groan left him. he gets emotional when drunk. surprised by his full blown tears, you patted his back as jung-bae dragged him back to lay on the couch.

meanwhile, in-ho’s eyes had narrowed when you had hugged dae-ho. why didn’t you hug him?

he cleared his throat and managed to get your attention back on him. “how old are you now?” he questioned and you told him your age.

“well it has certainly been a while, the last time i saw you, you were 19.”

you nodded in agreement before your attention was once again pulled away from him when sang-woo began making conversation with you.

in-ho, personally did not like sang-woo, both the men feeling distaste for each other yet they tolerated each other for gi-hun’s sake.

for the whole night, in-ho found himself staring down dae-ho and sang-woo. his thoughts filled with jealousy whenever you laughed at dae-ho’s jokes or even smiled at sang-woo.

near the end of the night, sang-woo had left early while your father and jung-bae were passed out. dae-ho, despite being somewhat drunk himself, had helped jung-bae into a spare bedroom while you helped your father into his.

by the time your father was in bed, blankets draped over himself, you found in-ho outside on one of the balconies smoking a cigarette. you admired his form from behind, noticing his muscles through his tight button-up shirt.

a small wave of arousal hit you as you stared, and you blushed before you approached him and stood beside him, clearing your throat. “are you staying the night?”

in-ho glanced over at you and hummed before glancing back up at the moon. “most likely. i’ll have to help your father clean up the mess.”

your eyes widened and you quickly spoke up. “oh, you don’t have to, mr hwang— you can go home and i’ll clean up, don’t worry.”

he arched a brow but shook his head. “no, really, it’s fine. you just came back from college, you should be having fun instead of cleaning up.”

your gaze softened as you stared up at him, nearly admiring his facial features. “it’s not a problem for me but if you insist…” he nodded again before finishing his cigarette, leaving it in an ashtray on one of the tables.

“…you look beautiful.”

you froze at his words, your cheeks flushed and certainly red now. your mouth opened to say something but nothing came out, in-ho chuckling as he noticed.

his hand reached out, grasping your chin and closing your mouth. he moved closer and your heart ran wild.

“a—are you drunk, mr hwang?”

“of course not, and stop it with the ‘mr hwang’, you’re grown up now.” he said, his voice soft and sultry like. gulping, you nodded and stared up into his eyes.

the both of you gazed into each other’s eyes before he moved closer, his mouth inching closer to yours.

“may i kiss you, y/n?”

“…y—yes—” the second he heard your confirmation, he shoved his lips against yours, letting out a soft sigh as he did.

you moaned before kissing him back, your eyes fluttering shut and your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck while his wrapped around your waist. the two of you stayed in the same position, kissing each other before finally pulling away, a string of saliva from his lips connecting to yours.

soft pants left you as in-ho rested his forehead against yours. “you’re so beautiful…” he murmured, pulling you closer to him. he soon lifted you up as you yelped at the sudden movement, his hands going down to cup your ass and hold you.

“where’s your room?” his voice was raspy now, sending shivers down your spine. you gestured down to the left of the hallway as he carried you back to your bedroom, kissing you once again in the process.

you felt your back in contact with a door before he suddenly opened it, kicking it shut behind him when you both went in. his tongue skilfully slipped into your mouth, wrapping around your own before he settled you down on the bed. “do you want this?”

you nodded, a little too eagerly which made you feel somewhat embarrassed but you couldn’t care less. in-ho chuckled above you.

“words, sweetheart, i need words.”

“yes—i want this—I want you.”

his smirk widened at that and he kissed you once again, trailing down to your neck as he made quick work of your shirt.

his hands skilfully undid the buttons of your shirt before ripping it off you, his hungry gaze landing on your breasts which were covered in a lacy bra. his kisses trailed down to the top of your breasts, leaving hickeys as he did.

you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, your fingers interlocking with his hair strands, gently pulling at them. you could feel his erection throbbing against his trousers, pressing against your core as he stood between your legs.

he pulled away only slightly to remove your skirt, slipping it down to pool at your ankles before he threw off his own shirt.

you could see the lust and admiration in in-ho’s eyes become more intense when he spotted the wet spot that was pooling onto your panties, licking his lips as he stared.

“gosh you’re gorgeous, m’ never going to get enough of you.”

his hands pulled your panties down revealing your soaked folds, glistening in the moonlight. he groaned and licked his hand before quickly returning it back down between your legs to rub at your clit.

a choked moan left you and your back arched, his hands abusing the bundle of nerves as he rubbed and flicked it. once he felt you were wet enough, he pulled his hand away, his fingers soaked in your juices before he licked them, another groan leaving him.

“you taste divine…” he growled, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt as he uncoordinatedly slipped his pants off along with his boxers.

his cock sprung out, hard and heavy, the reddish tip already leaking with pre-cum. you felt your mouth began to water as you stared at it— he was big, obviously, and incredibly thick.

“are you still sure about this?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle. you nodded as his one hand held your hip while the other guided his cock to your entrance.

in-ho looked as if he was practically buzzing with excitement which made you wonder just how long did this man want you?

he rubbed the head of his cock over your slit, spreading his pre-cum onto you as he teased you. you whimpered again and threw your head back before looking up at him. “don’t tease…in-ho.”

oh how he longed to hear your name on his lips— he was always tired of the mr hwang title. with that, he gently pushed into you, earning a small, quiet moan in return.

he let you adjust to his size, his eyes staring straight at yours as he waited for confirmation. you bit your lip and nodded.

as soon as he received the nod, he slammed his hips into yours, causing you to let out a choked moan. “shh, don’t want your father waking up to see his friend fucking his own daughter would you?…”

you shook your head and closed your eyes as he began thrusting, each thrust slowly getting faster and harder than the other. his hand covered your mouth while he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“feels so good…” he heard you murmur against his hand and he grinned, keeping the same pace.

“you’re so tight for me, sweetheart,” he cooed, nipping at your neck. “almost like you were made for my cock.”

his words sent a chill of pleasure throughout your body, moaning against his hand.

he slammed his hips into yours harder, groaning into your neck. “you like it when i go rough, huh? you like that?”

you nod and you could feel tears welling in your eyes, the pleasure was too good.

he continued pounding into you when you reached your first orgasm of the night, your legs trembling around his waist. he didn’t stop, no, he thrusted faster, not once letting you recover from your climax.

the obscene wet sound of his balls hitting your ass rang throughout the room, his hand still tightly clamped around your mouth to muffle your moans.

he merely groaned and growled, his face buried in your neck the entire time as he continued. “what a perfect pussy you have, so perfect for me…” he trailed off, removing his hand from your mouth to replace it with his mouth instead.

his tongue shoved inside your mouth, muffling your moans once again, swallowing them down.

in return, he moaned into your mouth, his thrusts becoming faster. “m’ gonna cum, you want me to cum inside you, sweetheart? huh? want me to fill you up?”

you felt as if you were disoriented, his words adding onto the familiar knot in your navel. “cum in me— please, in-ho, want you inside me…”

he groaned again and his grip on your hip tightened as he spilled inside you, his hips twitching as he came.

silence enveloped the room with the exception of your heavy breathing being heard throughout your room. his body had gone limp on top of yours, his cock still inside you. you could feel his member occasionally twitching and throbbing inside you before he gently pulled out, watching as his seed spilled out of you.

in-ho let out a content sigh, smiling at your disheveled figure on the bed now as he got off the bed, getting a towel from your bathroom and wetting it. he returned and gently wiped at the sweat on your forehead and body, not wiping away the mess between your legs though as he found your panties and slipped them back onto you as if to secure his seed inside you.

“love you…” he heard your sleepy murmur and he hummed softly, kissing at your forehead.

“…i love you too, y/n. i always have.”

he threw the towel somewhere in the room and laid back down beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist. he knows he might’ve just gotten you pregnant but he was far too dazed out to care about it. he’ll deal with it later. for now, he just wanted to sleep with you in his arms.

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Anatomy - S. Reid

∘₊☽ Song: https://music.apple.com/us/album/anatomy-single/1695033802 ☽₊∘

╔ Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

☆ Word Count: 5.3k

☆ Category: Angst/Fluff (Opposites attract, what can I say?)

☆ Summary: You never talk about your father with anyone. And when you finally do allow yourself to think of all the reasons you come to a certain realization. One that took you years to admit. //My take on the song Anatomy by Kenzie.//

☆ Content: HURT/COMFORT, angst, flashbacks, dad problems GALORE

╚ A/N: Omg this is my first fic and it's been sitting in my drafts for like months. I was skeptical about posting this but I guess no better time than now you know? I have a couple more in the drafts and if this does any type of good, I'll release more! Bold are lyrics, italics are memories <3

Also!! This is LONG. I didn't realize how long until I scrolled through and my GOSH. Please grab snacks and tissues because this shit gets deep. PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU HATE IT I WONT BE MAD I SWEAR.

If you squint I slipped in some very slight father figure Hotch bc that’s my crack

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You called me today, on a random Tuesday

Don't ask me why I still have your number saved

You roll your eyes and double click your lock button to send the phone call to voicemail. You try to continue talking with the team, but within seconds your phone is ringing again. You sigh and pull your phone out fully but before you could send them to voicemail again, Hotch’s voice broke through to you. 

“Agent (Y/L/N). I don’t know who’s calling you, but please go answer. This is the 3rd time.” Hotch’s usual monotonous voice cuts through the conversation everyone else was having, the minute he does it goes quiet in the conference room. You breathe in deeply before licking your lips looking for a reply.

“Actually it’s the 18th time since you clocked in this morning. 3rd since we’ve landed.” Your all knowing, fast talking and ever so loving boyfriend chirps from the corkboard. Your eyes dart to him and you see that he hasn’t even turned an inch to look at you. Still focusing on the ins and outs of the case your team was supposed to be working on. You sigh before clearing your throat.

“Since you know SO much Reid, who is it?” You ask as you stand from your seat at the table. Morgan has a smile on his face as he watches you two fight like a married couple. Your hands land on your hips and Reid finally turns around. He has a file in his hands and the entire time he speaks he’s reading into it.

“Your father. I saw his name come up 4 times before we went to the round table room for debriefing.” He places the white board marker down before flipping a page in the file and continuing to read. You squint at him and make a face. Your boyfriend had terrible social cues, especially while on the job. He wasn’t the easiest to speak to sometimes, which is why you never let it bother you. Until now. Talking about your father brought the worst out in you. “If you’re going to ignore someone’s calls you could try blocking them or turning-” 

“Reid.” Hotch’s stern voice comes barreling through his train of thought and he finally looks up. When he sees your face his softens immediately. He didn’t know why you never spoke about your dad or why you never answered his calls. He also didn’t know why you never went home during your vacations or never spoke about your home life. But seeing you look so defeated after his last few words to you, he’s wanted to know more than ever. You roll your eyes and pull your phone out. You click your fathers name and the phone immediately redials and sends out the call. You show your colleagues and some of them jokingly laugh as you head out of the door. The phone rings 4 times before it picks up. And then you hear your father.

Hello, stranger, it's been forever

You're acting normal, but nothing's normal about

“Hey stranger! Seems like I can never get you on the phone nowadays!” Your dad’s voice cuts through the quiet silence after a beat of sitting on the phone. You clear your throat as you entire an office that was empty. It wasn't too far from your team so you could still keep an eye on them and gauge what they were talking about.

“Hi dad.” you mumbled into the phone. Your tone of voice did nothing to throw your father off his reason for calling you. You can hear the smile on his face when he continues talking.

“Are you busy? Do you have some time for catching up?” He asks so innocently but you fear that. Your dad never calls for just anything, there’s always something behind the call. Something you chose to stay away from.

“Ah…no.” You think about it for a second before answering. You should have said you were busy, or you shouldn't have called back and instead blocked his number but the thing about your father was you loved him. You always had, always will. He was your weak spot. No matter how many times he had proven he didn’t deserve second, third or fourth chances you gave him them all.

“My little FBI agent is finally quiet. You know you were never really a quiet kid-” he continued talking and you continued listening. Another notion towards you giving your father time that he doesnt deserve. You watch as your team continues shuffling around in the room, talking and marking up a board you can only see half of. 5 minutes later you see the door to their room open and you turn away. Within seconds you find your door opening and Morgan peeking his head in.

“Profile is ready. Good to go?” he asks. You turn to him and give him a thumbs up before returning to your call. The door closes and you take a peek at it before clearing your throat.

“Hey dad, I’ve got to go but…I’ve got some vacation time saved up. How about I come visit and we can go out for dinner.” you turn to look and find your team making their way out of the room and towards the open vast police station. A sure sign that they were about to give the profile without you.

“That’s a wonderful idea, munchkin. Let me know when. Stay safe.” you nod into the phone and immediately hang up. There was nothing more to say after that. You slide your phone on mute before sticking it in your pocket and opening the office door. Before you can head towards the team you feel a hand on your arm. You turn to find Spencer standing, waiting on you.

“Angel-” He doesn’t get any further before you smile and pull your arm gently from him. You didn’t want to talk, no matter how sad you looked or felt. Talking about your dad was never a good thing.

“Not right now, Spence. Profile time.” you deflect like you always have. Never talking about your father was normal to you. Nothing good had or could ever come from talking about your father.

Trust issues and soaking tissues

Your relationship with your father had turned sour about a year after him and your mom divorced. He stopped visiting, stopped calling, stopped sending money for you and your sister. Like he had just given up. And then one day he started calling back and his reasoning was because work had exhausted him and strained him beyond what he was used to but he was back and wasgoing to be there for you guys. If only 7 year old you had known the lie.

“I’m going to come and pick you guys up and we’ll hangout for the weekend. I told your mom I’d be there at 5. I love you guys, Munchkin.” his voice came through the phone one wednesday. Your sister, Ameilia, squealed and jumped on her bed before flopping down and grabbing her pillow to scream into.

“We love you too dad! We can’t wait!” You quickly hung up the phone and turned to your older sister who stopped in her tracks and immediately started digging through your shared closet for clothes to wear. You followed suit with the brightest smile on your face. Unknowingly to you and Ameilia, your mother was standing at your door with a worried look on her face.

Lyin' to my sister and sayin' I don't miss you

The false hope calls kept coming well into your teen years. The constant ‘I’ll pick you up’ and ‘I’m sorry I just got caught up in work’ conversations weren’t making it better. Each time he fell through he had a better lie than last time. Ones that made sense in your little brain. You didn’t finally grasp that he wasn’t ever coming until your 16th birthday. Your mom had saved up as much money as she could to pay for an extravagant party for you and you invited your dad. Of course he agreed and said he’d be in attendance that night which got you excited. But as the night droned on, and the end of your party came to a close you found that everything he had ever said in the last 9 years had been a lie. You knew you’d get a call sometime next weekend about how busy he had gotten, but you figured you’d let it ring. Maybe Amelia would answer.

“You okay?” Ameilia asks you a few days later. You’re working on something to keep yourself busy when you look up to her. She’s sitting on her bed playing with a small toy your dad had given her years ago. 

“I’m fine…” came your quiet voice. She looked up at you and scoffed before throwing the toy into the box labeled goodwill. She was cleaning her side of your guys room before college, and it seemed she was trying to get away from your dad. Something you knew you’d need to do yourself, but haven’t done just yet.

“Do you miss him?” came her soft voice. You turned to her once more before swallowing. You shuffled a bit on your bed before coming to the edge and sitting down. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Do you lie? Tell the truth? “It’s okay if you do. I did too for a while.” you look up at this. Another toy gets tossed into the box and she looks back at you. 

“Do you still?” comes your quiet question. Your 16th birthday was the one time you expected your father to come through. But you couldn’t help but feel sad that he didn’t. You could deal with any other lie, but a lie about missing this big of a milestone in your life? inexcusible.

“Do me a favor.” You look up to find her standing from her bed. She has her hands on her hips, which is how you know she means what she’s about to say. “When I leave for school, if he keeps calling…don’t pick up. If the ringing bothers you pick it up and slam it back down. But don’t speak to him ever again. He’s not worth your tears (Y/N/N).”

With no closure, just getting older

Now almost 8 years after that conversation you still find it in you to have his number saved. You try not to answer the phone but his persistence quietly eats at the back of your brain making you answer the phone, though you’d never admit that to your sister. You’d never hear the end of it from her. She’d eat at you about the closure you both never got. Which would make you not want to disappoint her but you can’t make them both happy. So for now, you pretend you haven’t answered his calls in years. But you know and it eats at you. The pain you experienced from not really having your dad in your life made growing up harder than it should. Nobody to chase the boys away, nobody to cry to when you felt your mom was being unfair, nobody to bring you to the ‘daddy daughter’ dances. A figment of your imagination, a silhouette of a man you once knew. Nobody to introduce Spence to, have dinners with, walk you down the aisle when that time comes. Just emptiness. 

And the older you got the easier it got to ignore the calls. When you managed to get a job at the BAU every excuse after was about how busy you were. New case, no time on your hands, working overtime, no vacation time, ect. Nothing you ever came up with for an excuse was ever about something normal. It was always about your job. Which put you in a temporary peace of mind. Your phone stopped ringing all the time and only rang sometimes. Your call log stopped being filled with ‘dad’ and in turn at the top of your messages was always a new excuse on why you didn’t answer. And for a while the lies became easier, something you no longer thought about but instead typed out and sent before going back to sitting on your couch. Which had turned you into him, and made you feel guilty so you went back to answering.

But you still see me as a kid on your shoulders

“Can’t wait to see you again! We can go to the park and eat ice cream after!” is the first text you see when you come out of the house you and your team had just barged into. You don’t respond to the text, you instead clear your throat and lock your phone before looking around and checking which car you’d be riding back to the station in.

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

“Why do you even care about dad? It’s not like he cared about us.” Your sister had asked during one thanksgiving where she was home from school. You shrugged before continuing to wipe off your makeup. Yet another festivity you had invited him to that he had missed.

“He did. At some point…” you whispered into the air. You watched Ameilia roll her eyes and scratch her nose before she threw her hands up and turned away from you. 

“Right. Blood doesn’t make you family you know. He’s only half of our DNA anyway.” She grabs her phone off her bed and heads out of your old shared room and towards the bathroom with a tune humming behind her. You wished you could feel like her. Thriving even without dad. Living.

Still, you don't know me at all

“Maybe we just do the ice cream. The park isn’t for me anymore.” is the only thing you text back. Before you can lock your phone a message comes in and you read it.

“Sorry Munchie. I forget you’re not so small anymore.” Munchie. He hadn’t called you that since before the divorce. It plays in your head over and over again before you will yourself to type something back.

“I am unfortunately 23 now, dad.” You lock your phone immediately before you can accidentally read another text. You go to slip your phone into your pocket and feel it vibrate almost immediately. You shrug it off and pay attention to what Hotch is telling you from the driver’s seat. Right now this is more important. Catching your killer is more important. But Munchie plays in your head anyway.

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

“You still don’t miss him?” you question your sister as she’s getting ready for bed. She turns to you and her smile drops immediately. 2 years ago she had asked if you missed him, and now you're asking her if she misses him. You know the answer though.

“Does he miss us?” You can hear the aggravation in her voice as she answers you. She pulls her blankets back on her old bed and plugs her phone onto the charger.

“Of course he does.” comes your reply. She turns and places her hands on her hips, a notion that she was getting serious.

“Text him. Text him that you miss him and tell me what he says." She motions towards your phone before walking out of your room. An hour later she come back in from her shower and heads to her own bed. She sits down and reaches for the lamp that was on. “Anything?”

“No…” comes your solemn reply. You had been staring at the phone since you sent it. Eyes bloodshot and bleary.

“Open your fucking eyes, (Y/N).” and then the light is gone. And all you are left with is a broken heart, a fading phone screen, and tears streaming down your face.

It's just anatomy

Hate that you're half of me

“Dinner guys?” Hotch voices as you all leave the station with one more bad guy caught. You look over your team who is all fondly talking to one another.

“Absolutely. All on you Hotch?” Morgan jokes while clapping Hotch on the shoulder. Hotch spares him a side eye before letting out a small chuckle. 

“Absolutely not.” He pats Morgan’s chest before turning to you and Reid. The entire team turns and you find everyone staring at you. Spencer included. 

“(Y/N)?” JJ has her bottom lip between her teeth and she’s holding back a smile. You chalk up wallowing in self pity to a later time and smile.

“Family dinner it is.” Spencer smiles at you before throwing an arm over your shoulder and walking with you to the car.

Hate when people say that our noses are the same

So I went and got a change, like three-quarters of L.A

Three weeks later you’re walking in from lunch with Spencer when you see the rest of your team crowding around Penelope. She has an ipad in her hands and she’s pointing at something on it when you both approach. You find a picture of JJ’s family on it and they’re pointing out the similarities in JJ now. You shake your head and head to your desk when you hear your name.

“Wow (Y/L/N). You look just like your dad.” Emily’s voice cuts through the team’s jabbering and you freeze. You hated hearing that. You looked like him and now you don’t reach out like him. Every call is from him and not from you.

“What?” You ask, turning around slowly. Emily points at the Ipad in Penelope’s hand and Penelope turns it to you. You find a picture of you, Amelia, your mom and your dad all dressed in your sunday best for easter photos. You had to be no older than 6. Sometime right before the divorce.

“It’s like copy and paste.” JJ smiles at you and you try to fake one back. Except it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Jj, Penelope and Emily all notice and like a switch the Ipad is turned around and they all shut up.

“Except her nose is a bit smaller now. It was larger when she was a kid.” Morgan continues. He has a smile on his face and he shows no limit of stopping. Emily turns to him and you see her make a gesture that he completely ignores. JJ taps at his biceps and he shakes it off. Reid goes to open his mouth and stop him but the damage is done. “You get a nose job (Y/L/N)?” everyone's eyes go wide and you blink a few times. Before he can rush out an apology you’re cleaning your desk and grabbing your things. You needed an out. You wanted no one to know about your father or your nose job, but now your whole team knew.

And I've dated shitty people 'cause of how you treated mom

Now I'm with somebody good, but I'm still feeling numb 'cause of

The next day you come in and the subject is on shitty exes. JJ, Emily and Penelope are discussing the ins and outs of how shitty their love life has been or is going. Except obviously JJ. She’s got Will and a newborn. Who wouldn’t love to be in JJ’s shoes. You reach your desk and keep quiet. You’d usually add in your two cents by now but with what had happened yesterday and your abrupt shift end you don’t add your input due to the shitty list of men you had from the ripe age of 14 to 20. Instead you listen to theirs. And it wasn’t like you were expecting an apology. You weren’t. You were just taking your time in getting over the fact that you’d never be able to skip the accusations of looking exactly like your father. A spitting image of him. Like a mirror.

“How is it to be with Reid? Is he how I think he is?” Emily speaks to you first. You turn to her with a relaxed smile and lean back in your chair. You cross your legs over the other and cock your head.

“How do you think he is?” you question her. She looks at JJ and Pen before clearing her throat and giving you an awkward smile.

“The same here, but more relaxed. And always talking your ear off.” JJ holds back a laugh by licking her bottom lip and Pen just smacks Emily’s arm softly.

“He’s actually quieter. And cuddlier than in public, but that’s because he doesn’t like PDA.” You shrug like this is  normal conversation. And of course it is because it’s you talking to your girl friends about your boyfriend, but it isn’t because these are your teammates and your boyfriend is one of them.

“Hey about yesterday-” Emily starts but you wave her off. You make a funny face before stretching.

“No apologies needed. It’s fine.” and then you turn back towards your desk and you continue working on the file at hand. You play it off well but you refuse to let them know that their words have been on constant repeat in your head since you heard them. 

Trust issues, I'm soaking tissues

Lyin' to my sister like I never miss you

Ameilia calls you and catches you off guard the weekend after it happens. She starts the call off by saying something about her wedding which gives you a moment to collect yourself from the multiple crying sessions you’ve had. But you slip and let out a sniffle and she hears it. She stops all conversation and listens for a minute. You try to play it off and speak to her but your voice gives it away.

“What’s wrong?” she asks into the phone. You sniffle again before clearing your throat. You give yourself some time before answering and sigh.

“Nothing Ames. Continue talking about your wedding.” You plaster a fake smile on your face even though she can’t see you. You wipe at your bloodshot eyes and throw yet another tissue into the pile on the table.

“Is it dad?” she asks. You open your mouth to disagree and stop yourself. Then you continue with your lie. You’re just as bad as him, half of him. A liar.

“What? No. I don’t talk to him-” you start to go on a tangent and you hear your sister’s voice break your train of thought. 

“I know you’re still talking to him. I spoke to mom.” Is the only thing she says to you. You sigh into the phone and shake our head. Leave it to your mother to break your 8 year lie apart

“I-” you start but you hear your sister on the other line. She sighs and sniffles before quickly covering it up with clearing her throat.

“I wish I loved him the same way you do. I really do.” And without missing another beat she goes back to talking about her wedding. Anything to not talk about dad.

Say you'll visit, empty promise

God, I wish that for once you'd be honest

A couple of weeks go past and you’re back in your hometown with Spencer. He hadn’t managed to get vacation time with you, but he had a couple of days saved up and decided to use 2 of them for dinner with your dad. Something you had asked him for and he immediately dropped everything to be in attendance. He knew the history with your father. And how much you tried to refuse talking to him. He thought that if you could face this, he’d be able to ask your father if he could marry you. Because that was all he was waiting for, a chance to ask properly.

So you found a hotel and a great place for dinner. Texted your dad and told him where and when to meet you. You got dressed in the hotel room, called a cab to ride in for the dinner and walked in with your head high when you said you had a reservation for 3. You sat at the table shuffling with anxiety and Spencer watched hoping that this wouldn’t be like all the other times. The times that had you sniffling and crying for days on end. The times you spent in your apartment and not his because you didn’t want him seeing you that way. But as time went on, one hour went to two and then three and your drinks went from just one to six. He saw the look on your face. One of defeat and embarrassment. And you chalked it up to another defeat when you called your waiter over and had them close out your six cup wine tab and Spencer’s one glass of water. You signed the $300 dollar tab and left two crisp hundred dollar bills for wasting your waiter’s time and stood. Spencer followed and you both made your way to the hotel.

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

Still, you don't know me at all

“I’m sorry. I got caught up in some work and fell asleep at the office. Dinner on me next week instead? You’ll still be in town then right?” You read the text and throw your phone on the bed and turn to Spencer who is looking at you with his hands in his pocket. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls his hands from his pockets and opens his arms for you to fall into. And you do. You sigh and fall into his arms and waste no time crying your eyes out.

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

You now understood why Ameilia never sent your father a wedding invite. He wouldn’t pull through back then for either of you, what makes your silly little heart think he’d pull through last night? Or for her wedding? Another ping finds your ears as you watch Spencer gather his things for the airport.

“Munchie. I’m sorry.” “Munchie, I'll be at The Brindleton for lunch. My treat.” “Munchie. Please call me back. I love you”. You don’t notice Spencer looking at you or the tilt in his head as he analyzes your body language. He’s trying to gauge how you feel about your father because unbeknownst to you, you crying in his arms last night solidified that maybe you were ready for anything that comes after 3 years 9 months 19 days and 6 hours of dating. That black velvet box that has been sitting behind the books you find most boring on his bookshelf is now digging a hole into his heart. You look up and find him staring and you just smile at him. And he smiles back.

It's just anatomy

Hate that you're half of me

You flew in 3 hours ago and found yourself at Spencer’s place. Playing with his fingers as he lays on the couch underneath you. Your phone blares your ringtone and Spencer looks at you. You pick it up, watch it ring and when it’s done he notices the multitude of calls you’ve missed. 19. All of them from your father. And he watches as you open your phone, and block his number. Then you delete his contact and set your phone down again. He watches as you contently lie back down and sigh. A silent relief falling off your shoulders. His eyes fly to the bookshelf and then back to you. 

“Hey, why'd you come straight to mine?” Spencer crane's his neck to look at you and you shrug. You spare him no glance as you melt into him even more. He wouldn't have thought that was possible minutes ago.

“I was ready to come home.” your simple answer does it for him. He makes up his mind immediately. And you do too.

It's just anatomy, you make up half of me

On your 4 year anniversary Spencer pops the question. Over dinner at home. And of course you say yes, excited to show your mom and sister. No longer does your father cross your mind. Instead it’s filled with what your future could look like. Half Spencer, half you.

But still, you don't know me at all

You get the occasional call to your work phone but you’ve seen that number before and instead you ignore it. Spencer and the team watches as you do. No longer does it bother anyone because the only place he can reach you is work, and unfortunately a lot of calls go unanswered as a government worker. 

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

You watch your sister walk down the aisle in front of you with her fiance’s dad guiding her. Which makes you think about how you’d like to walk you down the aisle. You turn to Spencer who’s looking ahead at your sister and smile. Your missing piece was never your father. You just held a spot open for someone to love and missed the clear sign that there was always someone there.

Guess I meant less than I thought

A year and a half go by and you’re sitting at your sister’s house with Spencer. She hands you a small box and you find a small cupcake, its topper, a baby pacifier. You gasp as you stand and reach for your sister with wide eyes. She squeals as you squeeze her and turn to Spencer who has dug his finger in the icing of your cupcake. You roll your eyes and turn to Ameilia.

“You are going to be the BEST auntie ever. I love you.” it no longer hurts to hear I love you. Especially when you know the person saying it means it. It means even more when you know you mean it too.

“I love you more.”

It's just anatomy

“For all it’s worth…I knew you had a nose job. I just loved your face so much I never said anything.” Spencer whispers into your ear the night before the wedding. You roll over and face him with creased eyebrows. 

“Are you sure it isn’t because you profiled me and knew I wasn’t going to ever recover if you had told me you knew?” You ask it in a joking way but Spencer can see the truth behind it. 5 years, 7 months, 24 days, 23 hours and 56 minutes of loving you and he can tell everything about you. He never misses a chance to learn something new though. 

“It could be that…” he mumbles as he shoves his face between your breasts in a way of getting more comfortable. If neither of you get any sleep the wedding won’t be exactly as you planned it. And he would hate to make his bride’s perfect wedding go wrong. “Angel, it’s just anatomy. I wouldn’t have cared. I still don’t.” he whispers it and you almost don’t hear it. Almost. But you do and you shuffle closer before wrapping your arms around him.

“And that is why I said yes.” you kiss the top of his head before closing your eyes and attempting to fall asleep. A full day is ahead of you in no less than 10 hours.

Hate that you're half of me

“You ready?” you turn and find Hotch at your side. You wouldn’t have asked for a better father figure to walk you down the aisle. And he was honored you asked. He turns to you and adjusts your dress once more mumbling about modesty and returns to your right side. He holds his arm out for you and you lay your hand in the slit of his elbow.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” comes your response. And within seconds the door is opening, the music is playing, and Hotch is walking you down the aisle. Blood surely didn’t make this family, you did. The BAU was your family. Your dad was just…anatomy.

[hamiltonaf]

Veiled Emotions | Lando Norris

(Part 1) | Part 2

Pairing: Lando Norris x BFF!Female Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello my loves. I’m back from my hiatus ! Had this one in my drafts for so long and finally got out of writers block to finish it. Let me know your thoughts if you’d like a part 2 ? Enjoy ! X

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

(Y/N/N) - Your Nickname

“Oh my days” I said aloud. “No fricking way” I slapped a hand over my mouth in shock as I stared at my Instagram notifications. “Bestie what happened ?” (Y/F/N) asked as she rushed over to my side. “You are not going to believe who just followed me” I said as I looked at her. “Tell me already !” (Y/F/N) yelled. “The footballer, João Félix !” I squealed. “Shut up ! Give me that” she grabbed my phone from my hand to take a closer look. “What the- wait a second..isn’t he-“ “Yepp” I nodded as I pressed my lips together. “This is major !” She shouted.

“But how crazy that he followed me the same time these rumours started with Lando ?” I said as I snatched my phone back. “This sounds like sweet revenge to me” (Y/F/N) said as she rubbed her hands together. “I wouldn’t say revenge, I mean they’re just rumours” I shrugged. “Babe sometimes you’re blind and I feel bad for you” she said as she rubbed my back. “What do you mean I’m blind ?” I furrowed my brows.

“Don’t you see how that dumb ass doesn’t care about you when she’s around ? He doesn’t call you or text you, but if you tried calling or texting him he’s always so called ‘busy’ ! He doesn’t make time for you anymore considering you guys have known each other for 2 years now. The only time he knows you is when she’s not around which is so not on. You don’t deserve that treatment” she lectured.

“I get where you’re coming from and gosh.. I wish it was so easy to stop thinking about him, but you already know how I feel. It’s a one sided love story” I sighed. “Get over him ! I’ve been telling you this for so long, he doesn’t deserve you. If he wants to prioritise her over you, yet he knows you for god knows how long, that speaks for itself” she said. “Yeah it’s easy to say get over him, not so easy when I still get tagged on pictures and see him all over my timeline” I fussed. “Block him” she simply said. “Are you mad ? These gossip accounts and fans will notice and then people won’t stop talking about it. I can forsee what’s going to happen already, leave it to me” I reassured her. “Ugh fine, but please stop letting him have control over you” she warned. “Control over me ? Ain’t no way, I can play the same game ” I grinned to myself. I followed Joāo.

To think that my follower count is such that youoão won’t notice one extra follower, but I guessed wrong because these F1 gossip accounts don’t play. It’s only been an hour, we haven’t even DMed each other, just a follow back and F1 gossip girl had posted.

***BREAKING NEWS***

Spotted: Lando getting cozy with Magui at the trendiest spots in town. But hold your gasps, because there’s a juicy twist —João Felix and (Y/N) are now following each other. Is this just a casual follow, or a strategic move in a high-stakes game of love and rivalry ? As the drama unfolds, one thing’s for sure: the Upper East Side’s favorite social circle is about to get even more complicated. Stay tuned, darling—this is just the beginning of the scandal.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

After reading the post I felt as if I was apart of the Gossip Girl series, a childhood dream come true. Jokes aside… I showed (Y/F/N) the post and we had a good laugh for a few minutes. “At this point you NEED to date Joāo, give the fans what they want !” she said as she shook me. “Dating for drama is too much work and I don’t do fake romance” I rolled my eyes. “Girl… who said it has to be fake ? What if y’all actually fall in love oh my god !” She squealed. “Not when that idiot lives in my head rent free” I said as I grabbed the pillow from beside me and screamed into it in frustration. “Babe you need to calm down-“ and just then my Twitch notification went off. It could only go off for two people - Lando or Max.

We shared a look simultaneously, (Y/F/N) was indirectly giving me permission to open the stream. Max is in frame on the golf cart and he starts off by greeting everyone, as well as giving a brief run down of what they’re doing. I failed to remember that my username is visible until I read the comments which everyone is tagging me and saying hi or bringing up Joāo…oh dear. “I see we have our bestie watching the stream. Hey (Y/N/N) !” Max waved. I typed back ‘Heyy Max !’.

The comments were only about Joāo Felix within a few seconds. Max starts reading one of the comments, “(Y/N) wins in life with Max and Lando as her best friends and now a footballer, Joāo, is her potential boyfriend ! Unreal.” I was at a loss for words. (Y/F/N) and I looked at each other and burst out laughing at the comment, as much as I love the fans they have gone crazy. “Say what now ?” Lando said as he then came into frame and sat beside Max on the golf cart. “Shit” I muttered. “(Y/N/N) is on the stream” Max glanced at him. “Hey bestie ! Missing you” Lando said with a smile. “I hate him” I said to myself. “Me too” (Y/F/N) agreed.

‘Enjoy Portugal !’ I typed in the comments. “Bro did you know (Y/N) and Joāo are dating” Max said as he watched Lando jump off the golf cart. “You’re joking” Lando scoffed. Max cleared his throat and coughed before Lando could comment any further. “This is like watching Gossip Girl in the flesh” (Y/F/N) said. “Why does he look good” I whined. “I’ve had enough of you acting like this, please leave the stream and watch something else like TikTok or something” (Y/F/N) said as she snatched my phone to close Twitch and open TikTok instead.

I swear this day is like a fever dream. “Are you taking the piss” (Y/F/N) said as she was viewing a TikTok. “What ? Show me too” I said as I grabbed my phone from her hand. It’s a TikTok of Max’ girlfriend and Joāo’s ex. That means the rumours must be true seeing how close they are in the video.

“So much for thinking TikTok would be a good distraction” (Y/F/N) said as she closed TikTok. “This day couldn’t be more of a joke” I sighed. “You know what I’ve had enough ! Let’s get ready, we’re going out” I practically got dragged to my room. “Going where exactly ?” I asked as I sat at the edge of the bed. “Anywhere ! As long as you don’t look at your phone today” (Y/F/N) said as she rummaged through her bag for an outfit. “But I’m so not in the mood” I said as I fell back on the bed. Just then my notifications went off. A text from Lando. Strange.

(Y/F/N) paused with searching for a dress and scurried to lay beside me.

Little did Lando know was that (Y/F/N) had taken my phone away that’s why I didn’t answer his calls and bonus of it all, she lied by answering his question. “I guess fake love it is then” I furrowed my brows. “Why chase when you’re the catch, right ?” She said as she stood up to face me. “I mean I guess so” I shrugged. “You have to be confident and know that you’re worth more than chasing after this boy. He needs to chase after you” she said as she held me at my shoulders and shook me.

“Are you going to make this boy fall for you or what ?” She asked. I was hesitant to answer, “Bestie… I thought you didn’t like him” I pressed my lips together. “Only because he’s being an idiot you and I hate seeing you like this. But if it means playing cupid and bringing back my old bestie - more importantly that you’re happy then I’ll support it” she smiled softly. “Awww.. stop ! Now enough pep talk, we need to get dressed” I clapped my hands and jumped off the bed in a hurry.

yourusername added to story

(Y/F/N) suggested to post on my story as if I’m out with João and I think I nailed it considering it got a reaction out of Lando. He reacted with ‘😍’ and added, ‘You actually went on a date with him 😂’. (Y/F/N) said nothing would tick him off more than leaving him on read and that’s what I did.

After a fun night of dinner and drinks with our other girl friends, we made it back home safely and all I just wanted to do was go to sleep. I kicked off my heels and walked over to the kitchen to fill up a vase with water for the bouquet - Lando’s name lit up across my lock screen to video call. I rolled my eyes, “Ugh to answer or not to answer ?”. “Girl answer ! I wanna hear this” (Y/F/N) said as she sat beside me, away from my camera view but enough for her to see what’s happening. “Hey you, what a surprise” I greeted. “Are you back home ?” He asked. “Yeah I actually just got back” I said as I leaned against the counter.

“At 12am ?” He furrowed his brows. “I guess you can say we lost track of time” I grinned. (Y/F/N) was trying her best not to laugh. “Where did he take you ?” He asked curiously. I then grabbed the bouquet and tried to place it nicely as a whole into the vase. “Is this why you called ? To get information ?” I raised a brow. “No ! I just miss you that’s all” he sighed. “You seem perfectly fine without me, in fact you look like you’re having a lot of fun.. I don’t see how me being there would make a difference” I shrugged.

“Okay now what’s with the sarcasm ? You’re acting as if I didn’t ask you to come with !” He argued. “Oh I’m sorry Lando, but I would hate to be the third wheel for both you and Max.” “Third wheel for me ? Why is that ?” He looked confused. “Oh my god how slow are you” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes now, tell me why !” He broke into a smile as he started to laugh. The audacity. “Are you trying to make me look like a mug ?” I sniggered. “No no, it’s just cute to see you get upset” he smiled. “Wow okay. Anyways I’m gonna go” I grew annoyed very quickly, I just want this call to end. “Wait wait. I’m sorry okay, I’ll stop talking” he pouted. Nope, not gonna work. “No..it’s getting late anyways. I’m gonna go. Night” I huffed. “But (Y/N/N)-“ “Lando I’m tired please.” “Alright sorry..good night..love ya” he sighed. “Bye” I said softly and ended the call.

“Girlll can y’all just admit y’all love each other at this point. I felt like I was watching a couple fight. Geez” (Y/F/N) shook her head. “Absolutely not. I’m annoyed because I feel like he called for some entertainment for his girlfriend. I’m sure she’s dying to know what her ex and I were up to, and also how she can get payback for whatever reason” I said as we walked back to the room. “Babe I think you’re overthinking it. From what I saw he genuinely looked lonely and just wanted to talk to you because he misses you” she said. “Erm I’m sorry but what happened to my best friend who was against him ?” I raised a brow. “I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt” she smiled proudly.

“Love how everyone is ganging up against me like I’m the villain. Love to see it ! Not.” I faked a smile. “Sleep over it and talk to him tomorrow” she suggested. “Hmm we’ll see” I said lowly.

[torueater]

ROOMIE BENEFITS UNLOCKED ᝰ.ᐟ

a/n: i've had this in my drafts too long, it's now or never

Satoru knows you hear him when he cums. You know he does.

Brazen white haired bastard, those are the only words you can think of to describe him, though not as eloquent as it can be put.

You’d been as good about it as you can be, it’s not as though he did it day in day out, just occasionally during the week – you’d have your headphones in, volume low. pretending you don’t already have the sound of his moans memorized like a song, like you can’t hear him getting himself off. lips bitten, hand down your shorts to ease to growing ache of pleasure in your abdomen – shit, maybe you’re just as bad as satoru, just not as loud.

He’s always ridiculously shameless about it too  – deep groans, low breathless curses, the wet drag of his fist. Little praises like someone else’s there. It’s like he wanted you to hear him.

Which you do. Every single time without fail.

Once is mistake, twice is a coincidence. But more than 3 times? Pattern, sheer pattern. He has to know, if the knowing glint in his eye when morning came meant anything. His chirpy little ‘sleep well, roomie?’ that has the tips of your ears heating because no, obviously not. Grade a asshole. It’s already a struggle to fight the building attraction but now you know exactly how he sounds when he finishes, how whiny he gets.

Besides that, he wasn’t too bad, you’d gotten lucky in the roommate lottery, you suppose. Isn’t a bad friend either. At least he handles his shit with the door closed, right?

Tonight’s different though. You’d stepped out for a quarter of an hour at best to run to the convenience store -- he’d offered up his card to restock the snacks you like in the communal cupboard. you’d given him a time frame so there’s 0 good reason why his door is cracked when you get back in, fucking up into his fist with gentle strokes, no urgency at all.

"Fuck…just like that.”

Oh?

You halt midstep, frozen -- card in your hand and heartbeat in your throat.

The sight is much more than you’d expected. He’s so fucking pretty -- sweats low and bunched on his thighs, chest bared for the world to see. lashes settled against the paleness of his cheek, snowy strands mussed with a few sticking to his forehead. trimmed hairs that do match the drapes framing a pretty, lengthy—

You know what? Maybe you’d just wait till he finished. Retreat and resign to your room for a little, keeping the card with you. You didn’t need to be here, you shouldn’t even be looking. He’s jerking off and you’re just stood there – gosh, you feel like a perv.

“You just gonna stand there?”

It’s a little lazy sounding, a syrupy drag tinged with amusement. like this is some normal conversation. The card slackens in your hold as your breathing ceases momentarily, mouth parting to get out an excuse, a ramble of apologies.

“Y’re—oh fuck,” and he doesn’t even stop, eyes closed, head tipped to the ceiling now. as he squeezes at the head of his cock to ebb his pleasure. pearly cream smears near the pretty bulb with a light stroke, thumb stroking over a vein at the side. “fine. You’re fineee. come in, ’m not too busy.”

You do, you don’t know why you do. maybe it’s your body working quicker than your mind, one saying yes, other saying no type thing. He grins like he’d known you’d do just that, floorboards giving you away.

You try not to look, you really do but it’s right there. rigid girth held in a light grip, flushed head all soft and rosy. Glistening with what looks like either lube or spit (maybe both), heavy looking in his hand. “g’nna cum to it anyway,” he murmurs, “might as well get you in here to let you see the real thing.” Your eyes follow another pearlescent dribble from his head, eyes growing glossy, willing the dampness pooling between your thighs away. His words register late and you’re all hot in the face as you glance up at him, stumbling over words about needing to give him his card. “huh? I don’t…satoru, it’s not like that at all.”

And he laughs, all deep and rich, not helping the incessant throbbing between your thighs.

“You just happen to touch yourself exactly when i’m getting myself off? the walls are thin, pretty. I don’t think the pillows muffle the vibrations too well.” you wonder if there’s a quick way to dig a hole to just jump into. maybe if you fake a fainting spell he’d drop it? shitty fucking amazon vibrator – those reviews had clearly been a lie.

Satoru’s eyes open, all slow and heavy like he’s already drunk on the pleasure. Fuck, he loves this. loves the look on your face – all stunned, no words to say to explain yourself. “you’re not comin’?” And god he says it so breathily, you can’t help the instinctual press of your thighs, the bob of your throat with a harsh swallow.

“Aw, a little watching got you all wet?” He’d noticed. of course he had. “why don’t we help each other, hm? how about you take your panties off, pretty. let me see how wet I got you.”

It gives you a pause, panties uncomfortably damp, hot with..embarrassment? arousal? maybe the latter more than the former. "Bossy." Your hands are shaky as they skim the edges of your shorts, hooking under the smooth cottony band of your panties.

You don’t know why you’re just following his directives, walking out and pretending this didn’t happen would be just as easy as walking in had been.

But you don’t – you’ve been wanting to fuck him or at least touch him for ages, lying to yourself wouldn’t do anyone favors.

The plain pale gray, turned smoky and the center falls to the floor in a heap with your shorts, pressing the card onto the closest surface with a gentle movement. His gaze drops and he groans at the clear glisten between your thighs, thumb swiping over his tip, hips twitching slightly as he slows his strokes.

“C’mere,” he says again, softer this time.

You take a step, then a few more till you’re at the edge of the bed. his legs spread a little wider, chin angled down in a simple gesture. His strokes get slower, lazier. Teasing now, dragging out every wet sound, every twist of his wrist that has pearly dribbles spilling over his skin. You sink down to your knees so you’re settled between his thighs, fingers clenching and unclenching on the hardwood.

“There you are.” he croons, bringing his free hand back from gripping the sheets to brush stray hairs out your face, tipping your chin up.

“Say ahh, roomie.”

extra a/n: dropping and running. the rest of this was just sex and banter, still in my docs 🏃🏽‍♂️

[illbegottenfaith]

hey!! i loved ur handwritten fic with the notes it was absolutely amazing, do u think u could make a pt 2 of that or just another fic with that format? thank u!! <3

handwritten pt 2 - theo nott x reader

yours and theo's story as told through notes passed in class

Part 1 | Part 2

a/n - thank you so much for this lovely!! it gave me the motivation I needed to clean up the dribs and drabs I had drafted out so here it is <3 I have plans/ideas for future chapters too (similar format but might not be restricted to just notes 👀) but I'm not sure how long of a series it'll actually end up being. enjoy!

tropes/warnings - fluff, a little more angst than the last chapter, newstudent!theo, estranged friends to lovers

word count - 1.9k

Saturday, 9.48 pm, The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade

You okay?

Yeah, why?

You’re awfully quiet. And you’ve been staring into your empty butterbeer for the past ten minutes, so either it was terrible or you’re plotting something.

Ha-ha.

You hate this, don’t you?

They’re just not the kind of people I hang out with.

Let’s get out of here.

Are you kidding? This party is for you, Theo.

Look at them. They’re drunk off their tits. No one’s going to mind.

No, stay. I might call it a night soon, though.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Don't worry about me, I’m just not used to hanging out with these kinds of people.

What kind?

I don’t know. Quidditch players. Hooligans. It’s not really my scene.

I didn’t know you felt that way.

I didn’t want to spoil your night.

Listen, it’s getting late. I should probably head back.

Okay. Get your coat, I'll settle the bill.

No, it’s fine, I can pay for my drink. Besides, you should stay.

At least let me walk you back.

Stay. I mean it.

Fine, but I’m paying for your drink. And before you say anything, it’s one lousy butterbeer. Consider it compensation for ruining your evening.

You didn’t ruin my evening. I liked the part when we walked here together. I don’t mind this too much either - scribbling on napkins.

Let me walk you back. Please.

Saturday, 10.19 pm, Ravenclaw Dormitories, Hogwarts

What's with the notebook?

Sorry, Ivan's finally passed out and I don't want to wake him. He hasn't been able to sleep all week, can you imagine? It's that stupid Herbology project - y'know, the one that Katie's been simmering those mandrakes for - I swear, he's so tense in the shoulders. I finally got him to nod off after dinner and it just seems cruel to wake him up and make him go allll the way down to his dorm :(

Fine, but Merlin help you when Katie wakes up and finds him still here. I still can't wrap my head around how much he lets you baby him. He's a Slytherin, for God's sake.

Please, he knew what he was getting himself into. If anything, I think the babying might have been a motivating factor. Anyway, how was the party?

Okay, I think. I kissed him. On the cheek.

YOU'RE going to wake Ivan. Have some goddamn self-control.

OH I KNEW ITTT I knew it the moment he walked into Charms class and you looked up and your eyes met and you lost your tongue and when you looked back he had that shy sort of smile I just KNEW he was going to be so good for you. Because he is, Y/N. He might be the best thing that's happened to you.

Gosh, relax. It's not like it meant anything. What's a little friendly peck between friends here and there? I just did it so he wouldn't follow me back to the castle like a lost puppy. Besides, he's not that perfect.

A real human being with real human flaws? You don't say.

It's hard to explain. He's only being this nice because he knows what he's done.

What has he done?

Some pretty hard-to-forgive stuff. I don't want to get into it right now.

Have you?

Have I what?

Forgiven him.

I don't know. I mean, I see him trying to reach out, but every time, even now, with the party - something stops me from...fully connecting. Something holds me back.

I don't think I have.

Monday, 9.13 am, Charms

Did you get back alright?

Yup.

I wanted to come check, but the guys...

I told you they weren't going to let their guest of honour run off. So how was the rest of the night?

Middling. They started up a game of strip poker when we got back.

Oh.

Allegedly, normal poker was too ordinary for a night as special as that.

You're kidding, right?

Oh my fucking god, you gamble??

Who said the poker had anything to do with gambling?

So you don’t gamble?

I didn’t say that.

Theo.

OUCH enough with the pinching! I've already had ten years too many of it.

I can't help that it's the only way to get you to behave.

I don’t see what the problem is. It’s my money to use as I see fit. Plus, I'm very careful about the people I play with. Merlin knows we have too much anyway.

Unbelievable. Gambling, really? Why not just drop out of Hogwarts and live slot machine to slot machine, huh? Why don't you just set up shop at some casino in Las Vegas?

I'm very confused. Do you want to go to Vegas?

You have the attention span of a fruit fly.

Because that's not a half-bad idea. We could make a whole trip out of it over the summer.

Your friends need to introduce you to more legal forms of recreation. What are you doing Wednesday night?

Nothing yet.

Good. I'm teaching you Exploding Snap.

Isn't that a kid's game?

FUCK I'm SORRY but DO NOT pinch me in the same place twice.

Oh, quit whining. You'll live.

Barely. If you keep this up, I'm going to start sitting far far away from you and those PINCERS you call fingers.

Wednesday, 1.02 pm, Potions

I ran into Katie on the way here and Merlin, she was in hysterics. I'm out of the room for one night and I miss you making out with Loverboy in our dorm??? Geez, at least put a sock on the door.

We were not making out!!! Katie just walked in at an unfortunate time.

Uh-huh.

Look, he was the one who showed up at the window on his broom, drunk out of his mind.

Drunk??

I know! What was he thinking, risking his neck all the way up there at the Ravenclaw dorms?? It was like he didn't even notice too. I thought I was hallucinating at first, but then I opened the window and nope, that was him, and then I screamed and he nearly fell off his broom so I hauled him inside. He practically faceplanted on the floor. I was terrified - I thought he was poisoned or something, but then I tried to prop him up and he had this dopey look on his face and he reeked of firewhiskey. Ugh, it was so annoying. I don’t want to talk about it.

You know what he said to me? After all that?

I thought you didn’t want to talk about this?

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh?

Uh-oh. Like a goddamn Looney Tunes character.

Looney Tunes?

Never mind. He was all ‘uh-oh, you’re mad at me’ while I was trying to get him to drink some coffee and I was like yeah, no shit, you look like you’re seconds away from puking all over my dorm. And then he started…he started talking about the party, and me leaving, and how sorry he was he brought me in the first place.

Aww.

I know, right? I felt like crap. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal to him.

Of course it was a big deal. That was him introducing you to his new friends.

Exactly, new friends. What does he want with me?

Y/N, are you daft? Do you not see the way he looks at you? He so clearly cares what you think about his friends.

What on earth are you talking about?

Ivan's on the team so they hang out together sometimes and he says Theo's a lot different around you. He doesn't swear as much, he drops his voice a little and he's extra attentive. Hell, he nearly got into a fight with some dunce in our year over the way that guy was talking about you. Y/N, he obviously cares about you so, so much. Please tell me you didn’t say anything too harsh.

I called the whole lot of them hooligans.

NOOOOO

But t's true!! Have you seen their matches? How they don't rip each other to shreds is beyond me. But I didn't mean that he was like that. Theo could never be like them. He'd play a good, fair, clean game.

Yeah. Sure.

What's that supposed to mean?

You haven't watched a single one of his practices, have you?

No. Should I?

Never mind. What happened next?

That's when things started going downhill. He started trying to remove his shirt because it was so hot from Katie’s blasted simmering pot of mandrakes. I was trying to stop him, only he wasn’t listening, and apparently he gets rather clingy and touchy when he’s, y’know, tipsy, and then��Katie walked in.

Damn.

Of course that's when he decides to sober up, so I look like an idiot while everyone in the room - yes! even him!!! - wants to know what I’m doing in his lap. He was sooooo polite too, as if he hadn’t just rudely breaking-and-entering’d his way into my room. ‘Oh, hello, Y/N. What a tastefully decorated room you have, Y/N. Is there a reason we’re sitting so close, Y/N?’ As if I want to be sitting in his lap!

Right.

Because I don’t.

Okay.

‘Cause that would be so weird.

Mhm.

Like…ew.

Okay, okay. I get it. I believe you.

He wouldn’t even let me get up or anything. Just kept talking to Katie about the weather with his hand on my thigh, casual as ever. I swear, if that teammate of his - what's his name, Mattheo? - hadn't come looking for him, I don't know how I would have gotten him down to his dorm.

What a thriller of a story, from start to finish.

Yeah, well, I could do it with a little less thrill in my life.

Aw, I think it was sweet. That disaster of a party was clearly eating at him.

Yeah. I mean, we're friends. It should bother him if I've had a shitty night, right? But also...we're just friends.

For the record, you're a different person around him too.

Psh. Yeah right.

Different how?

Ivyyyy

Thursday, 3.07 pm, Defence Against the Dark Arts

How’s your hand?

Doing very badly, thank you very much.

I have to say, I didn’t take you to be this sore of a loser.

My fingertips have been singed off. Forgive me if I seem a little sulky.

Aww. Was the kid's game a little too hard for the big, manly, Quidditch player?

You tricked me. You didn't even tell me all of the rules before we started playing.

Oh, come on. You knew enough to play.

But not to win!

Yes, well, I wasn't about to hand you a victory on a silver platter. I thought Slytherins were supposed to be clever, or something. Maybe you're the 'something.'

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We'll see who's laughing after next week's chess match.

Does it hurt a lot? Your fingers?

For a lesser man? Perhaps. I think I'm dealing with the pain quite well, actually.

So if we didn't have class, you'd be -?

Writhing on the floor of my dorm.

Ah, I see. Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?

Promises, promises.

But you still had fun, didn’t you?

It is quite the adrenaline rush.

I knew it.

Alas, my fingertips…

Oh, sod off. You always were the biggest drama queen.

[residentflamingo]

Twice Members’ Favorite Places to Kiss You

Twice x fem! reader

Genre: fluff!!

Warnings: so sweet you’ll get a toothache <3

A/N: I have so many good drafts I want to share with you guys, but my motivation has been at 0% because school has been kicking me in the ass 💀✌️ But lately I have been getting a lot better, so more works are expected to come soon! Which also means I will be opening back up my requests box :D Someone did request me to write something a long time ago, and I’ve been steadily working on it over time. It’s got about 3,000 words on it, so as long as my lazy ass doesn’t put it off to writing it, that draft will be coming out soon as well. Thank you to all of you lovely people who have been patient, and also the ones that have been liking my posts. You guys are phenomenal and I love and appreciate all of you ❤️

Nayeon

Lips ♡

A very standard one, but well suitable for her

She loves how soft and plump your lips are

Like Sana, Nayeon is a very affectionate person

So after she’s had a loooong day at the studio, all she wants to do is give you some repetitive and silly kisses that end up in slow and passionate ones

(Sometimes she’ll even bite your lip if she’s feeling a little bit frisky that night…)

“Oh my gosh I missed you so much Y/N. You won’t believe how many new dance routines they made us learn today.”

Her favorite kinds of kisses are good luck kisses and goodnight kisses <3

(And the passionate ones of course ;)

Nayeon loves how sweet it feels to be able to show her love through a kiss, and be able to feel your soft lips in the process

Kissing your lips make her feel grounded, and wanting nothing more than to spend every moment of every day with you

Jeongyeon

Forehead ♡

Very domestic and homey feeling for her

Her kisses are always very sentimental and sweet

She doesn’t kiss as often as other people, which makes the wait worth it every time

“Here honey, you go lay down and rest. I can do the rest of the laundry for you.”

Always kisses you randomly and making sure it catches you off guard

She loves seeing you all flustered and shy <3

Kissing you on the forehead reminds her of being married to you someday, and just being able to protect you from harm

You are everything to her, and she never wants you to feel anything less than that

And if you’re shorter than her, then it’s an even better reason for her to kiss you on the forehead <3

Will also give you the biggest kiss when she comes home from work 🥺

“I missed you so much honey, what have you been up to?”

Momo

Tummy ♡

When you had previously told her about being insecure about your tummy, you never thought she would take it so seriously

But oh boy how wrong you were

It instantly became Momo's favorite place to kiss you

Momo made sure to always remember it so she could prove your insecurities wrong

She loves how soft and chunky your tummy is, and just can't ever get enough of it

Also loves how much you giggle when she kisses you

If you ever have those days where you're not feeling too great, she will start giving you kisses there first and make sure you feel so loved and beautiful

“You are so beautiful Y/N. Don’t you ever forget it.”

“Your stretch marks are not ugly at all honey I promise. They make you look even more gorgeous.”

She will sometimes leave hickies and bite marks there too, but only when she’s in the mood and you give her permission

If you are also pregnant, she will not hesitate to smother your tummy in kisses then too <3

It would be almost impossible for her to keep her hands off of you

Her end goal is to always make you feel loved, and to remind you that you are the most beautiful woman she has ever set her eyes on

Sana

Dimples ♡

We all know Sana is a very affectionate person. So choosing her favorite spot to kiss you would be impossible right?

Nope not at all for her.

The first thing that had drawn her to you was your radiant smile

But the deal breaker was the dimples that came along with it

She just couldn’t get enough of them

Once you guys had been dating for about 3-4 months, you both had gotten very comfortable with each other and started being all lovey dovey and such

That was when you noticed how much she loved to kiss your dimples

Any chance she could get, she made sure to kiss you in that same spot

It never failed to make you blush every time, and that’s part of the reason why she would constantly kiss you there

She also loves how well they compliment your face, and how adorable they make you look

“Y/N have I ever told you how much I love your dimples? They make you look so cute!” *pinches your cheeks*

Jihyo

Cheeks ♡

She doesn’t mind kissing on the lips. She loves it actually, but she just enjoys kissing your cheeks even more

Jihyo’s kisses are the most genuine ones you will ever feel in your entire life

Sometimes it’s hard for her to say how much she loves you outloud, so she’ll express it through her kisses

When you’re having a bad day and come home tired, she’ll wrap her arms around you and give soft pecks on your cheeks

Or when Jihyo has to leave for early morning dance practice, she’ll slowly wake you up by peppering your face with kisses too

It’s just a super sweet gesture for her, and your puffy cheeks are too cute for her to not kiss anyways

She loves the way you blush when she randomly walks up to you and kisses you

Jihyo adores you so much, even if it’s hard for her to say outloud sometimes

When she does, she makes sure it meaningful, and at the perfect time

“I love you so much Y/N. Even if I don’t say it outloud that much, I really do. You’re my world, and I never want you to feel any lesser than that.”

Mina

Nose ♡–-

When you confessed to her that you hated the shape/size of your nose, she made it one of her top priorities to make you feel less insecure about it

Her shy persona may keep her from expressing a lot of things, but it didn’t stop her from showing her affection for you

You were used to her always giving you warm hugs, and very soft kisses on the lips

But when she added your nose to the agenda, it was game over for you

She loves to kiss your nose when you look super cute, and she can’t handle it

Or when you’re doing something sweet for her like washing the dishes, or doing her laundry. She’ll always find a way to pay you back with affection

“Thank you so much baby. You’re so sweet.”

Over time your insecurities had slowly gone away after receiving so much love and support from her, making your nose the very very least of your worries

Having someone like her in your life made you realize that looks weren’t every thing, and that you never have to worry about when you’re with her

“Honey your nose is so cold. *kisses your nose* Here let me kiss it some more so it will feel warmer...”

Dahyun

Hands/ fingers ♡

Dahyun is very loving and sweet

She loves to hold your hand when you two are walking around Seoul together, or just cuddling on the couch

She loves the intimacy it brings between you two

If she doesn't express her love with words at the moment, she will express it with actions

She'll bring your hand up to her lip and pepper your knuckles, fingers, and whatever else with kisses

Something else that she would never admit, is how she loves the softness of your hands

It reminds her of when she was little, and she would hold her mother’s hand

Dahyun wants you to feel loved and adored by her at all times, even if it’s not verbally

When you guys are at restaurants, she will have no shame holding your hand from across the table and kissing it

“Dahyun be careful. People might see us.”

She’ll just laugh and say, “Let them. Nothing will ever stop me from expressing my love for you darling.”

Chaeyoung

Jawline/Neck ♡

We all know Chaeyoung is a big romantic

And can sometimes be a bit flirty with it too

So it’s no surprise that her favorite place to kiss you, would be the most intimate and steamy

Even though it is her favorite spot to kiss you, she doesn’t really kiss there very often

But when she does, she makes sure to go all out

She loves how intimate it is, and loves hearing/ seeing your reaction every time she kisses in that area

Most definitely will leave hickies too, so be aware when she starts going to town down there

“You like it when I kiss you like this baby?”

You can just already see her smirking while saying that…

She loves riling you up and making you melt from her touch <3

Tzuyu

Ears ♡

Tzuyu is a one-of-a-kind woman, and the sweetest one you have ever met

When you guys first started dating you it stayed at the awkward stage for a little bit longer than most couples

But when she started warming up to you, her affection towards you became even greater

It started with little kisses on the nose, then on the cheek, lips, she eventually progressed to your ears

You thought it was weird at first, but you eventually grew to love it

Tzuyu loves to hug you from behind because of the height difference, and she’ll often whisper in your ear how much she loves you

Sometimes she’ll nibble a little bit too after kissing it, but not very often

If you have slightly larger size ears, she would tease you about it every now and then

But not enough to where you would feel insecure

She just thinks your ears are super cute, and make you even more loveable

"I love you so much Y/N... Don't ever change. You are perfect just the way you are."

[natewriteslol]

Request for the Obey Me brothers please: reacting to finding gn!writer!MC’s story drafts for the book MC is currently writing

Bonus if you want: bros also reacting to the death of their favorite character in said book (or finding out it’s planned already)

A/N: Hi my sweets this request will be splitting this into two parts since I accidentally made this too long!!

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

You wrote under an alias therefore no one except for those closest to you knew that it was you who wrote these masterpieces that took Hell by storm!

It was such an exciting, captivating set of novels that no matter the genre was full of mystery, drama and betrayal so shocking that not even the most conniving devils could predict the jarring turn of events

But what happens when he finds the most surprising twists of all?

Lucifer:

Lucifer was one of those people who believed that it was going to be a predictable end for one of his favorite characters Donivan, the best friend and who was in love with Annalise, however never confessed to her how he truly feels. And truth be told, he said that he doesn't exactly get attached to fictional characters, but he adored Donivan and his independent, strong yet caring nature. He thought that after a life of struggle and finally finding happiness with the heroine and friends was such a beautiful (and relatable) thing.

In your room, your notes were left astray much to the demon's dismay on your desk. And as he was tidying them, one of the papers titled "Donivan - End" in bold letters at the top caught his eye. Although Lucifer knew that this was your property and you take pride in your own work and business...

He absolutely had to take a peak, after all you left it right there infront of him! Lucifer grabbed the parchment with haste, making sure not to disturb the papers surrounding it and adjusted his glasses to read.

'Donivan will be battling in a sword fight with Brutus, after not being quick enough to dodge the attack he will have his throat slit and stabbed numerous times. This chapter will conclude his life flashing before his eyes, until it ends with him playfully running on the beach with Annalise before planting a kiss on her lips and confessing in this fantasy "I love you more than life Annalise." Before finally succumbing to his death.'

To say he was appalled would be an understatement to be honest, as he believed that they were going to get their complete happily ever after like you inferred they would! There was no way he could get you to change it either...or could he?

As he stopped by your dorm to speak with you the next day, he

"I've been meaning to ask, how is your novel going Y/N? Everyone has been buzzing about the new sequel," he inquired as he caught you with your trusty laptop.

"Ah, it's going well but I am having trouble with closing the ties of it," you replied, engrossed in typing.

"Yes, yes I see...you know the school library actually did a popularity poll online for your characters and you will never guess who came out on top," he said, taking a seat beside you on the bed.

"Oh my gosh, who?"

"Annalise of course, but she ended up tying vote counts with, Donivan."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes. Many are so fond of the fellow and so am I, you best make sure that all is well with him, you know for, um marketing purposes."

"Hmm...that might be a good idea, I think I'll talk it over with my editor and see how we should close this book," you smiled after being in thought for a while.

Finally, once the book released it was a smash hit and he had successfully persuaded you into keeping Donivan alive and getting his happy ending with the lovely Annalise. It was what the people wanted!

Even if those popularity votes in the poll online were just slightly tweaked from a certain someone who created the competition itself.

Sometimes you have to take fate into your own hands.

Mammon:

Mammon truth be told, never really liked reading. In his mind books were associated it with school, punishment and situations where he'd rather be doing literally anything else. Until you walked into his life and began letting him in on the story you were writing as well as giving him book recommendations.

It's like you truly knew him for him, and he actually took it really personal as Mammon for the first time was enjoying something that he pushed back on. And it made him feel special that you let him in on the bits and pieces what you were cooking , especially since no one knew it was you writing these fantastic stories and you trusted him.

So when for the final book you said that you had to completely keep your mouth shut, is when Mammon was kind of going crazy.

"What do you mean? You always tell me what's goin' on!" He exclaimed in your bedroom as you hid your laptop from him.

"I'm sorry Mammon, but I'm putting my foot down since it is the final book," you said firmly.

Until it was only a day later and he saw your computer left wide open, you were gone taking care of tasks, planning a banquet with Diavolo and Lucifer for affluent DevilDom attendees. It was the perfect opportunity for the demon.

One little peak couldn't hurt right?

So there Mammon was, snooping through your documents only to find an absolute jackpot more valuable than any cash prize at the casinos he frequents, "Tariq- Plan"

Tariq was his absolute favorite character, he was a bag-chasing, spiteful, cunning badass with no regard for others but still managed to do what was right on the occasion. Sure he had some sins on his back and some people he wronged but, Tariq was the absolute best especially since he held so much love and admiration for his girl, Sareema. He was all round one of the best characters in the entire party as they acted as nomads, defeating the great evils around the world. To say Mammon was excited to see what happens to him would be an understatement.

'Eventually, Sareema would be the one holding the branch that stopped them from falling into the ancient serpent Titan's pit. As Sareema held onto his hand, her grasp was slipping, growing weaker and weaker by the second. Tariq quickly understood that there was no getting out of this, it was either him or Sareema. He gazes upon her with a sad smile, and she immediately catches on and begins yelling at him, "Don't you dare, Tariq! Tariq don't let go of my hand or I'll never forgive you!" He ushers her, telling her that it's going to be all right.

"You can hate me all you want, but just know that I love you Sareema. Live for me and keep fighting," he pressed a kiss to her knuckles despite her rancorous screams, and finally.

He lets go, falling into the abyss."

A hand flies to his mouth, after everything he went through Tariq just...dies?

Nope not happening nope. The greed demon immediately beings operation: save Tariq because there is no way he will be dying on HIS watch. Therefore, he begins talking to you about him trying to keep it on the downlow.

"Ya' know...Tariq is my absolute favorite character in 'Crypt Keeper' honestly. In my opinion he of all people has to make it to the end," he says lounging on your bed whilst you type away.

"Why do you say that? After all, if he goes then it's kinda pay back for what he's done to other people, Mammon," you reply, your eyes not leaving the bluelight screen.

"Yeaahhh...but what about the growth and redemption arc! He goes through all o' that just to...I don't know-"

"You read my ending for Tariq didn't you."

"...YES AND I'M SORRY IT WAS JUST RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME AND I COULDN'T HELP IT. BUT Y/N I'M TELLIN' YA YOU NEED TO KEEP HIM ALIVE HE'S A GOOD MAN!"

Although you give Mammon a heavy scolding after this, you do end up rewriting the story so that Tariq comes out alive. After performing a magic spell that cushions the landing as well as winning an epic battle between him and the ancient snake Deity, Armun. Eventually he makes his return, surprising Sareema. It made both the audience and Mammon happy so, a win is a win.

Leviathan:

Although he loved to read comics, Levi never really dabbled in traditional reading unless it was a manual for a figurine, lore about a character he enjoyed from anime, fanfiction or school. The only real exception for that was 'The Tale of the Seven Lords' series and some books Levi found entertaining but, he just wasn't a book kinda guy. But when he found out you were an author he was more than happy to read a bit of your work.

And then he became obsessed with this one character.

He was a pirate captain who although was a bit morally grey due to light plundering, protected the innocent and robbed the bad guys blind all at the same time. His name was Percy Ragtop, one of the love interests in your romance, action series 'Traitors of the Sea'. Despite being rugged, he was awfully quiet and also held a more sensitive side to him. Around the heroine Amerie, he was able to truly relax and be himself without the title of "Captain" being attached to him.

He was in love with this character, Levi felt like he could really relate to him as the title of being Grand Admiral was super stressful for him too. And he was under the impression that it would be Percy who survives and ends up being the final man for Amerie. After consuming so much anime and media himself, the sea captain checked all of the boxes: The first man the heroine meets, brooding and distant but lets her, the sensitive and caring yet feisty one in, and spent overall the most time together. It made complete sense until while Levi was passing by your room he heard,

"Ugh! How am I going to kill this guy in his fight with Wade," you muttered to yourself.

There was an impending fight with Wade between him and Percy, as they were rivals since the time they began being pirates! Alongside the last novel ended off with a cliffhanger of Wade boarding Percy's boat, inferring a showdown between the too. The demon's heart sunk, as this means...Percy will perish.

But he ended up double checking by going through your notes for Percy and finding them. Maybe you meant another character!-

And there is was, in bold lettering, "Percy's Death: Plan" and although it was blank it still broke his heart.

Once you came back home after shopping and hanging out with friends you were met with a nervous Levi.

"Is everything alright, Levi? You look a bit...scared-"

"Y/N, I know I shouldn't have been snooping...butIsawyourplanforPercy'sdeath," Leviathan confessed quickly, completely ashamed. He couldn't bare to lie to you about it any further.

You let out a betrayed gasp, "Levi! You of all people value privacy so much and you went snooping through my shit?!"

"I KNOW THAT IT'S WRONG BUT PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM I LOVE HIM, Y/N!" he was already grabbing at your legs crying, this was as serious as someone like Ruri-Chan passing away.

So you decided to rewrite it, yes because he was Levi's favorite but also you weren't exactly sold completely on killing him yourself. Percy would lose an arm however would win his fight with the notorious evil Captain Wade and your fans were absolutely loved this captivating ending alongside with having a happily ever after with Amerie.

You didn't tell Levi whether or not you were going to change it. But you got an idea the demon found out because as soon as you released it, you heard cheers coming from his room. Heavy and fast footsteps were on the way to your room, he opened the door and pulled you into a strong embrace, thanking you (also crying happy tears but you totally didn't see that).

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

[peachiejeongin]

stray kids when you come out | ot8

synopsis: stray kids reacting when you come out to them. pairing: ot8!skz x lgbtq!reader genre: fluff! warnings: mentions of anxiety notice: hello, my loves! happy pride month! i know all of the stray kids members would be absolute sweethearts when you come out to them, so i drafted these little head cannons! depending on what you identify as, you can read this as a platonic or romantic pairing! without further ado, enjoy! :)

✧ bang chan

— "thank you for trusting me." your entire psyche felt relieved as bang chan immediately gave you the softest smile known to mankind and pulled you into a big, gentle, and warm hug. you knew coming out to chan would not be an issue in the slightest; he had always been such a caring, sweet person, and this reaction furthermore proved that. "i'm so proud of you, y'know that?" he rhetorically asked. "i know coming out can be scary." you chuckled, nodding into his chest; he briefly pulled away from the hug, asking if you needed anything— if you wanted to talk more, celebrate, or just chill together for the rest of the day. when you told him you just wanted to hang out for a little while longer, he nodded, the smile still plastered onto his face. "whatever you need. you can always come to me with anything."

✧ lee know

— "as if i didn't already know that" minho lightly joked, trying to bring humor to your anxious state as you came out to him. when your eyebrow arched, he chuckled. "y/n, we've known each other for how long? i'm going to know these types of things." he tried to play it cool in the typical lee know fashion, but you could see the softness behind his eyes. he stepped forward and ruffled your hair lightly, a sign to let you know everything was okay. you let out a sigh you did not even know you had breathed in before nodding, thanking minho for his reassurance. later in the night, minho checked up on you, bringing you your favorite snack and sitting with you in a comfortable quietude. "i appreciate you telling me, by the way, no matter if i knew or not. i'll always accept you for who you are."

✧ changbin

— "wait, are you okay?" changbin asks genuinely, taking you aback slightly before he continued. "like, how do you feel? are you nervous? happy? should we celebrate? do i need to beat up anyone who was mean to you?" you laughed intensely, telling changbin that you were okay, you were a mix of nervous and happy, and that no beating up was required. changbin is basically in full-on hype man mode when you come out to him; he is so, and i mean so, proud and supportive of you, and he might even tear up a bit because of how much pride he feels in his heart for you. later in the night, you chuckled as you viewed his Instagram story, a simple "happy pride month!" with a selfie of him holding a pride flag. you texted him shortly, thereafter, thanking him for being so supportive, to which his reply came only seconds later. "no need to thank me silly. supporting you is my life's work."

✧ hyunjin

— "oh my gosh, really?!" hyunjin gasps dramatically, smiling wide and pulling you into a tight hug. "i am so, so proud of you! and you are so valid and loved, and so much more!!!" hyunjin's support, although a bit dramatic, makes you feel overjoyed; you had been planning on coming out to him for a while now, and you figured with it being pride month that it was the perfect time to do so. now that you had, you felt immense relief that you did not have to feel like you were keeping a secret from him anymore. as soon as hyunjin breaks away from the hug, he wants to know everything. how are you feeling? how can he support you? what colors do you want to wear for a pride festival he is now spontaneously taking you to? honestly, hyunjin is the type of person who, after you come out to him, paints a portrait of you shrouded in your respective flag's colors. when he shows it to you, he beams, claiming it is the best work he has ever done. "it's because it shows you in your entirety, and there's nothing more beautiful than that."

✧ han

— he's silent. a bit too silent for the han you had come to know and love; it worried you slightly, but not for too long as han is immediately wrapping you tightly in his arms. "i've gotcha. i support you, always." you can finally breathe now, circling your arms around him just as snuggly and interpreting his previous silence as just trying to comprehend the information. shortly after, he starts bombarding you with questions—not in a nosy way, but out of genuine curiosity—like how long you have known about your identity, what exactly it means, etc. naturally, he will also start to humor the mood slightly with a plethora of jokes and puns. "so...does this mean we can share our hot celebrity crush lists now or..." you lightly smack him on the arm, to which he affirms he was just joking. he suggests celebrating the occasion by just spending the night in; after all, coming out on its own was probably already taxing enough, he thought. later, as you are lost in a random tv show, han speaks up. "about earlier, in all seriousness, i know that took courage, so i'm really proud of you. i'm glad you told me."

✧ felix

— "thank you for sharing that with me," felix says as he takes both of your hands in his, looking you dead in the eyes with a thoughtful, comforting gaze and matching smile. "you are so valid and so amazing; i hope you know that," he continues, bringing joyful tears to your eyes. felix is an absolute sweetheart when you come out to him, making it his sole mission to be your number one supporter. in an instant, this sunshine ray is ordering pride flag stickers off of etsy, or making you a small gift that matches your identity colors—or both. probably both, to be honest. felix definitely believes the occasion calls for baking together to celebrate, so he has his brownie recipe at the ready, prepared to spend the night munching down chocolate in celebration of you. midway through baking, as the brownies are warming up in the oven, felix wraps you in a tight back-hug, smiling brightly. "i'll always love you just as you are. remember that for me."

✧ seungmin

— "okay. cool!" seungmin says after nodding. he is incredibly nonchalant about you coming out; he does not want to make it some grand spectacle, mainly for your comfort, but also because he is just not that type of person. although he has a minimal outward reaction, you notice that he is extra gentle and thoughtful in little ways afterwards. for example, he quietly reminds you throughout the night that he is proud of you, perhaps while you both are just sitting in silence. he also shows his support in small ways, like keeping a sticker of your respective flag in his wallet or going to pride events with you. overall, seungmin is quieter about it, but he also reminds you that he does not think of you any differently in the slightest. "you're still y/n. no matter what you identify as, you're still my idiot."

✧ jeongin

— "really?! that's...actually really cool!" bless him. jeongin's eyes get all wide and sparkly as you come out, breaking into the brightest beam known to the universe. he is not overly loud or dramatic about it, but you can clearly see the excitement bubbling in his eyes. he is a bit awkward about it, but so genuine and sweet nevertheless; he tries his hardest to be a safe space for you, and he totally succeeds at it. he starts sending you cute memes or edits pertaining to your identity on social media apps, or he will edit a photo of you two together with your pride colors. additionally, he always reassures you that what you identify as will not change your dynamic in the slightest. "you're still my favorite person ever; you're just even cooler now!"

🏷️~ @amararosesblog @velvetmoonlght (DM/Inbox to be added!)

[ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ? ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ, ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ!]

[eleganzadellarosa]

That’s Unconditional (Part 1)

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, best friends to…something

warnings: reader is a bit of a dumbass (you might just get pissed off, so my bad in advance), heavy usage of Y/N (please don’t be cringed out), mentions/ hints of coercion, underage drinking, slightly suggestive.

words count: 9.1K

A/N: Whew, here's another long one y'all. This has been sitting in my drafts for months (basically since the MV was released) and finally had enough energy to finish it. I'm honestly looking forward to everyone reading it because this was a random idea that popped in my head and of course I come here to write said thoughts out. So as always, enjoy and thanks for reading :)

*static*

March 9th 1-9-

“Jaehyun, Y/N! Oh my gosh, do you think they’ll do it again?…c’mon sweetie you got it!” *distortion* “Come to mommy!”

*static*

“Ugh mom, do we have to watch this one every birthday?” Jaehyun asked adjusting the too small pointy hat on his head.

Jaehyun was your best friend since birth. Your moms had you on the same day just two hours apart from each other and he never misses the opportunity to joke that he’s older. You’ve done everything together from eating, sleeping, going to the same schools and as a birthday tradition you get to watch the day you both took your first steps. It was said that you only started walking because of him since you seemed too scared to do it on your own. He was there when your dad died and you were there when his mom got divorced. There’s not a day you can remember where Jaehyun wasn’t in it. Just goes to show how close your moms are too.

“Oh stop it! Both of you hurry and make a wish so I can take this picture!”

If it wasn’t your mom, it was his making you two snap a picture to go in the big “J + Y/N” album that was kept on the top row of your bookshelf in the living room. You exchanged glances with Jae before clasping your hands at your chest and closing your eyes to make a wish. Every year you wished that he would still be your best friend no matter what. That even when either of you were away, the memories never faded. You were somehow always finished before him, so when you looked up his eyes were still closed. When he opened them he gave you a smile and a quick nod so you could blow out the candles together.

He reached in his pocket to grab something and put it in your hand before you could see it. “Happy birthday Y/N.” His eyes were sparkling in anticipation as he watched you look at the present in your hand.

It was a friendship bracelet with both your initials on it and a magnet inside each of the letters so when they were close enough, they would “hold hands”. It was the perfect gift you think. Anything that you could keep forever to remind you of him was just right. It was your turn to reach into your pocket for something and surprisingly (not really) you also bought some friendship jewelry, but instead of bracelets they were rings.

He chuckled and happily slipped it onto a finger it would fit. “Promise me you’ll always be my best friend?” He stuck out his pinky and pressed his thumb to yours to seal the deal.

“I promise.”

“Who’s ready for the piñata?! Oh you’re gonna love it, it’s so cute!” Your mom said snapping a few extra pictures. “You know the kids are waiting.”

More recently it became tradition to share the candy from the piñata with the kids in the neighborhood. As much as you would love to say you only wanted it because of them, your mom was really good at choosing candy.

“Okay but I get dibs on skittles this year!” You exclaimed jumping from your seat and heading to the front door.

“Uh, not if I get there first!” Jaehyun was quickly following behind you but not before he popped the string on the kid sized birthday hat and throwing it on the table.

As expected, kids were surrounding the tree in your front yard. “Happy birthday Jaehyun and Y/N, you guys are the best!” They were so sweet and made you wish you had a younger sibling or two. Jaehyun had his hair pushed back with a black plastic headband, bat in hand ready to take a swing. You never hit the piñata hard enough on the first try or so you told yourself when actually you just loved watching him do it.

“Go-Jae, go-Jae, go-Jae!” They all started chanting, boosting him with courage so his swing had more power. You quickly joined them, clapping your hands to the rhythm. One swift swing and candy went flying and scattered across the grass. They knew the skittles were off limits but they always had first choice. Again, you and Jae didn’t mind the leftovers because each option was just that good.

You sat with him under the tree afterwards and opened the bag of colorful candies. “Since you’re my favorite, I’ll give you half.” You say, dumping them into his readily cupped hands.

“You think it feels weird being 18 now?” He looked over at you, now with a lollipop in his mouth. “I mean like should we feel different since we’re like…adults now?”

“Hmm…” you actually hadn’t thought of it that way. You’ve only ever lived your life not really thinking about that. Each milestone was shared with him so you never felt the need to worry about those types of things. “I don’t know how we’re supposed to feel, maybe it’ll change when we go to college with all the “big kids” and have our first drinks before we’re supposed to.”

He chuckled and turned toward you, “We’ll be the big kids too technically but Y/N…I don’t wanna drink. What if it makes us forget each other?”

“Forget each other? That’s not how it works Jae.”

“I know I know, I just mean what if it changes us and we start growing apart?”

You turned and draped your legs in his lap to scoot closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll never ever ever forget my best friend. I’ll always remember the coolest, sweetest boy Jae.”

He couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his face, dimples on full display. He hugged you back tightly but only for a bit before he started tickling you, causing you to burst into laughter.

"I brought us more cake because why not?" You said kicking your flip flops off as you entered his house. He had asked if you wanted to spend the night with him and you of course, happily accepted it. "I scraped up the extra icing and added it too."

"Thank God because I wanted more." He grabbed your bag from you and took it up to his room with you following closely behind.

You climbed into his bed and slipped under the covers. "I'm pooped, I just wanna sleep now. Come on Jae it's time for bed." You say patting the space next to you.

He hopped on top of the bed and began jumping. "What? No way, I still have so much energy left! I won't stop until you jump with me~"

You rolled your eyes but smiled and threw the comforter off and stood up with his help. He held your hands and you joined in with jumping, making the bed squeak every time either of you landed back down. You held your wrist up to him, showing him the bracelet and he did the same. You were amused at how quickly the dangling charms magnetically connected so you couldn't help but laugh.

"Think we're gonna get made fun of for these?" He asked, slightly winded from how long he was jumping. "I mean I don't care I'm just saying."

"Probably, you know how they are."

Rumors spread like wildfire in that school. Nothing left someone's ear that didn't end up in another. Whispers flowed through those halls like the wind. And of course you and Jaehyun weren't exempt from having your names thrown into the latest gossip. No one believes you two could be friends for so long with nothing going on between you. No matter how many times you denied it, everyone assumed you just didn't want anyone to know because of whatever reason.

“I hope everyone got their applications in! If not, you have until the end of this week to do it. Remember this is a choice that will change your life forever so don’t take this lightly!” It was every teacher’s job this week to remind all the students about their college applications so no one could lie and say they missed the deadline.

“Hey Y/N where are you applying?” Lily, a girl in your English class that never really bothered talking to you until she needed help with her homework.

“Oh uh, just State.”

“And what about you Jae?” She looked over at the boy who sat in the seat next to you, as she practically batting her eyelashes.

Without looking up from doodling in the back of his notebook, he spoke, “Same for me.”

She rolled her eyes before looking back at a group of friends who anticipated the both of your answers. They were all chuckling behind their hands. A boy from the group walks over and stands in front of your desks. “Are you guys gonna keep your relationship a secret there too? Or are you finally gonna fess up?”

Jae’s head finally popped up, brows furrowed in anger and confusion but before he said anything, you did. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Oh Y/N don’t be so dense, everyone knows and thinks it’s weird that you guys don’t just tell the truth.”

“We’re not lying, Jae is my best friend!”

“Why would we even have to lie about that? What’s wrong with her being my best friend?” His book was closed now and pencil down; fists clenched atop the desk.

“Relax buddy, no need to get all worked up over it. And since you aren’t dating, how would you feel if I asked Y/N out on a date?”

Jae looked over at you, face and ears red with embarrassment and were your eyes watery? He couldn’t tell but he didn’t like this. “She wouldn’t even consider saying yes, what’s your problem? Don’t you have friends?”

“Yeah man I do, but this is why you don’t have any!” He threw his head back and he laughed loudly, all of his friends following suit.

“Hey come on, leave them alone.” It was Damien’s turn to speak up. He wasn’t usually one to intervene on these types of things but it made him all the more attractive to you. You’ve had a crush on him ever since last year but unfortunately for you, he was already dating someone. “She said they weren’t dating and a pretty girl like Y/N doesn’t seem like the one to lie.”

Jae could feel his stomach twisting in knots hearing Damien call you pretty. When he looked over at you, you had a small smile on your face. It was better than you looking so sad but he couldn’t help but scoff. There was nothing special about this guy but you turned into a puddle of goo every time he was around. Jae wouldn’t call himself jealous but you’re his best friend and a guy like Damien he didn’t trust.

As Jae was about to lean over and offer to leave, Damien slid in between you two and held out his hand for you to grab. “Come on Y/N, you don’t have to listen to this.”

You happily clasped your hand with his and walked out of the classroom, leaving a stunned Jaehyun behind. It was making his blood boil—you didn’t even look back once. Something bubbled up in his chest and his jaw shifted. It doesn’t matter, he was going to wait outside for you so you can walk home together like always. He grabbed his stuff and yours and head to the front of the school.

He waited 45 minutes and still no sight of you, it was definitely making him worried. Should he go look for you and make you cut your time with Damien short or should he let you enjoy your time with your crush and head home without you? It was stressful trying to make a decision because obviously he wanted to snatch you away but he also wanted to be a good friend. The question was, would him leaving you with a boy he doesn’t know make him a better friend than making sure you were safe just because you had feelings for him?

After waiting another 10 minutes, he decided that if anything were to happen you would just call him. He unlocked his door with the keys dangling from the lanyard that you made him on his backpack.

“Jaehyun sweetie is that you? I’m in the kitchen!” His mom called out. He set both bags down and walked up to her. “Oh, by yourself today? Where’s Y/N?”

“Uh…hopefully she’s on the way, she was with Damien before I left.”

“Damien? That boy she talks about from your class?”

“Tsk, yeah. Him.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes as he plopped into one of the dining chairs.

His mom smiled but cleared her throat to try and hide it as she stirred the pot of spaghetti on the stove. “Well let’s hope she’s back for dinner, her mom is coming too.”

Jae nodded his head. He hoped you were back way before dinner, he didn’t like the uneasy feeling of you not being around him.

ding dong

Jaehyun’s ears perked up like a puppy when the scratchy tone of the door bell filled the house. Before he could hop up to get it, his mother was already excitedly rushing to the door to greet her friend. They both squealed and embraced each other as if they don’t see one another at least every other day or more. But something was off, where were you?

Your mom noticed Jae looking behind her from the couch, expecting another person but she hated to be the bearer of bad news. “Y/N should be here soon love, Damien will drop her off.”

He smiled, biting the inside of his lip trying not to seem too disappointed. What the hell were you doing with him all day? He walked into the kitchen to help set the table and serve both women before placing your plate right next to his. If you would be here soon, there was no point in eating without you, especially because he didn’t want to.

“You made sure to add extra garlic for Y/N right mom?” He asked looking in the pot as he stirred as if he’d be able to spot with small white pieces.

Both moms looked at each and smiled. “Yes sweetie I made sure. Come sit down we wanna ask about this Damien boy.”

Just hearing his name made Jae want to thrust his fingers in his ears. Not just you but now the moms were curious about this kid too? Oh great. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Tell us what he’s like, is he a good fit for Y/N?” Your mom pitched in, elbows on the table as she leaned in.

A good fit for you? Absolutely not! No one was a good fit for you unless he was absolutely perfect. Jaehyun has never met someone like that though so until he did, no one fit the requirement. “He’s okay, but I thought he was dating another girl that’s not in our class. He’s really nothing special, no offense, but I definitely think Y/N can do better.” That statement earned a laughed from the two and Jae didn’t know what was so funny.

“Awww you’re so good to Y/N Jae, she’s lucky to have someone like you.” Your mom pat him on the shoulder and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear.

Just then the doorbell rang for the second time tonight and Jae shot out his chair to run to the door. His heart swelled when he opened the door and saw you standing there with a huge smile on your face. Then he looked next to you and saw the last person he wanted to see right now.

“Hey Jae! Damien is here to meet our moms real quick before he goes.”

Jaehyun hesitantly stepped to the side and allowed the both of you in. He so badly wishes that he could have pulled you inside and slammed the door in Damien’s face but he would do as his mother taught him and be nice to his guests. Even though that might be quite hard if he saw you two holding hands for a second longer.

“Oh how wonderful, a guest! Please come in!” His mother greeted the boy and hugged you.

“We’ve heard so much about you Damien.” Your mom says, standing up to shake his hand.

“Oh?” Damien looks over at you, your ears slightly red at the tips. “Well I’m glad this isn’t your first time hearing of me.”

Jae could gag just listening to how fake he sounded but he was too focused on making your plate just the way you liked it. He set his and your plates back down on the tables, this time full with food and pulled your chair out before sitting down. He stared at you until you looked over at him and gave you a big smile and called you over. You absolutely loved his mom’s spaghetti and rushed to sit down.

“Would you like to stay with us for dinner? There’s plenty left and we have an extra chair!” Jaehyun’s mom offered and he almost choked on his food. He’s had enough of this guy and wanted time alone with you and that extra chair was his dad’s, not for some random.

“Oh I would love to but my mom wants me back for dinner too so I’ll have to take a rain check on that offer.”

“Hey Y/N, we still on for scrabble tonight?” Jaehyun leaned over to whisper while the moms were saying their goodbyes to Damien.

“Oh my gosh, of course! You’re totally gonna lose, I’m taking you down Jae!” You playfully slammed a finger down on the table to add emphasis.

“Bye Y/N, I’ll see you around school yeah?” Damien stood in the archway of the kitchen, putting on his sweetest smile as he pulled your attention away from Jae.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Monday.” You tried stopping the blush blooming on your cheeks, but all eyes around the table were on you.

“Damn, I need to exchange one of these letters…”

“Having a hard time over there Jae? I can totally help if you need to make a word.”

He smirked and rolled his eyes as he reached into the bag of tiles. “Thank you very much sweet Y/N but I’m capable of making my own words. Don’t think you’re gonna win just because I don’t make any points this turn.”

“Mhm whatever you say but you’re not ready to see what I have up my sleeves syrupy Jae.”

“Syrupy?”

“Yeah…you said sweet and I couldn’t think of anything to say back that was equally as sweet. Please forget I said that, I’m so embarrassed right now.” You cringed and put your face in your hands and pretend sobbed as Jaehyun chuckled.

“Well syrupy Y/N, you still have to place your word.” He laughed as he dodged your missed smack to his arm.

You both were playing for at least another hour before tallying up the scores to see that neither of you won and it was a tie. A perfect 540 points. Jae didn’t really mind who won, he was happy that his night ended with seeing you because he definitely missed you while you were gone for most of the day. You would never tell him but you forgot about him while you were with Damien and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Jae was your best friend always but maybe you did want to venture out and make new friends. Not because he wasn’t sufficient; maybe you were just curious.

He was your only best friend this entire time but hanging out Damien made you realize perhaps you were ready for love. Your 18th birthday just passed and you were gearing up to go to college. He would be your first boyfriend and you were to embarrassed to admit that. You knew you needed Jaehyun around once you did leave high school, hence applying for the same schools, but hearing him be told that he didn’t have any friends because of you sent a pang right through your heart. Was that really true?

“So, how was your date?” Jae snapped you out of your thoughts as you laid against the footboard of his bed; him at the opposite end. “Didn’t think you’d be gone all day, so I hope it was good.”

“Mmm, I’d hardly call it a date but it was pretty chill. You know, I don’t really have anything to compare it to since I’ve never had a boyfriend but I think I would say it was good.”

“Well, would you go out with him again if he asked?”

“Yeah, yeah I guess I would. I really like him Jae so I want to see how this goes.”

He couldn’t explain it but he felt…scared. He really really didn’t want to lose his best friend. He was happy for you but he could feel it deeply in his bones that there was a big shift coming and he probably only felt that way because he knew college would be soon. Would he really have to worry about that? Not seeing you for long periods of time because you would be too occupied with all the new friends you made?

Day by day, time seemed to stretch on. Days seemed liked months and these past two months seemed like 2 years. He could never get you to stay in one spot, or to not be around Damien. It was like you were glued to him. You did everything together; even the stuff you usually did with Jaehyun. You just never had time for him anymore, but you were just spending time with your boyfriend; that wasn’t a bad thing right?

“And oh my god Y/N, you’re never gonna guess what happened after!…….Y/N you still there?”

“Y-yeah Jae I’m still here but lemme call you back another time okay? Then you can tell me.”

“Oh…yeah, another time. See you this weekend maybe?”

“Sorry, Damien invited me to a party with him so I’ll probably be doing that.”

“Right. See you around.” He barely finished his sentence before he heard the click on the other end signaling that you had already hung up.

“Jaehyun again huh? Gosh he just doesn’t get the message that you don’t wanna talk to him huh?” Damien had his hands rubbing up and down your exposed arm as you laid together on his bed.

“What? Don’t be mean, that’s not true! Jaehyun is such a sweet guy and we’ve been best friends for ages.”

“Yeah but he doesn’t know how to stop being a loser and make some more friends.”

That made you sit up and shove him on his chest. “That’s not fucking nice to say Dame, he’s not a loser.”

“Okay okay, sorry.” He guided you to lay back down and stuck his hands under your shirt to fondle your boobs. “We don’t even have to think about him right now. Let’s take this off.”

You’d been letting him kiss anywhere below your face and above your hips. He convinced you it wasn’t a bad thing and that it’s not like he was taking your virginity. He said this is what couples do and you weren’t stupid but somehow you allowed him this far. Jae wouldn’t do anything like this with you when you weren’t comfortable or maybe you would be more comfortable since it was Jae. But he was your best friend and you were simply using him as an example.

The night of the party, you put on a short sequin dress. A bit out of your comfort zone but this was a party and you should live a little. It was supposed to be a small house party, the kind they’d show in movies—the ones where the kid would throw it after their parents left, but the only thing small about the party was the amount of space left with everyone piled in. Damien walked with you, hand settled on your left hip.

“Let’s grab some drinks babe, time to get the real party started.”

“Actually I don’t drink.”

His face bunched up with a mixture of confusion and disgust. “What do you mean you don’t drink?”

“Why would I? I’m not 21 at all.”

He scoffed then laughed, even throwing his head back. “Oh that’s real grand Y/N no one waits until they’re 21 to drink. What do you think happens at these kinds of parties?”

“I don’t think that’s entirely true and yeah obviously but I also promised Jae I-“

“Jae? Jaehyun? You know in a bit Y/N I’m going to think he’s your boyfriend and not me.”

"Come on Damien don't be like that, you know he's my best friend."

"Yeah you keep saying that but maybe y'all are a bit more than that. Jae isn't here right now, I am, and he can't stop you from having a little fun. Now drink up."

You looked at the mystery liquid in the cup he held and stared at it before quickly taking it and downing the drink in one go. It went down hard and sizzled in your throat causing you to cringe and cough. Damien pat you on your back and praised you for your bravery. Once the initial feeling went away, the taste wasn't too bad; it had a nice fruity flavor. Before you knew it, you were going through drinks like they were water and eventually you started to feel a warmth grow all over you body and up to your face. It felt weird and with the way your head felt so dizzy, you weren't sure how much longer you could stand on two legs.

"Hey...Dame, I wanna leave, my head feels funny."

He turned to look at you and caught you as you stumbled. "Right now? The party doesn't end for like another 2 hours. You can't wait?"

"I don't...I don't know, I feel all loopy and my stomach hurts a bit."

"Yeah baby that's the buzz from all the alcohol you had. It's your first time, don't expect to feel fine."

"Damien please, I really wanna go home."

He peered over at the guys he was talking to before you walked up to them and sighed before helping you find a place to sit. "Just sit here and rest and I'll wake you up when it's time to go if you fall asleep."

Before you could protest, he was already walking back to his crowd. You felt like you could cry, laugh and puke all at the same time and you didn't want to be here when you did it. You were going to get home one way or another, whether he liked it or not. You pulled out your phone and sent a quick text to Jae. You weren't really sure what it said but once you hit send and he read it, he immediately text a "send me the address" back. You waited for what seemed like 5 minutes but with the lack of comprehension you possessed right now, who knows how long it actually took. He said he was outside waiting for you, so you got up and made your way to the door, the time on the couch helping you regain the strength in your legs.

A lazy smile settled on your face when you saw him standing there. He smiled too and for a second you forgot you were drunk and at this stupid party.

"Hey, I came as fast as I could. Are you okay?"

You sat down with a plop and sighed. "Yeah I'm okay."

There was a long silence between you, the cool wind prickling at the skin on your legs and a small cloud of smoke blowing from your mouth every time you released a breath. Stillness aside, it was comfortable. Everything with Jaehyun was comfortable. He turned to you, still silent but now looking like he had something to say.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, he finally spoke. "Y/N can I say something? I want to say it now so I don't regret not mentioning it to you sooner."

"Sure Jae, shoot."

"I don't like Damien, never have; but recently it feels like he's the reason you're not talking to me and not because you're just so focused on him. He's a douchebag and I can only hope he treats you better than the vibes he gives off."

"Don't say that Jae..."

"You didn't deny anything I just said Y/N and that makes me worry."

"I didn't say anything."

"I know and I want you to. I want you to tell me that I'm not losing my best friend to someone that's not even worth it."

"You just don't like him is all and you have no reason to not give him a chance." You wanted to say something else, something more in depth, but gosh your head was starting to spin again.

"Okay well give me a reason, look at me and tell me I have nothing to worry about and that you still like me." He placed a hand on your shoulder and you turned to face him. His eyebrows creased in concern. “Are you drunk? Are you fucking drunk?!”

You pushed at his arm with much more force in your mind than you actually did. “Yeeees~ and why are YOU so worried about it Jae?” You tried to boop him on the nose but he grabbed your hand before you reached his face.

“What the fuck Y/N?! this...this isn’t you. I don’t like what he’s doing to you.”

“Oh yeah? Well why do I have to care about what you think? Why can’t I just—just do whatever the hell I want?!” You actually succeed in shoving him on the chest this time and he stumbled slightly in shock. “Do you think you’re the boss of me Jae? This is why you don’t have any fucking friends!” As soon as you let the words leave you, you felt a deep pain in your chest but he shouldn't have yelled at you like that. Jae was wrong, Damien wasn't changing you it's just that you would never do these adventurous things if Jaehyun was around because he was too careful and you couldn't live the rest of your life not knowing what it was like. Jaehyun didn't know what he was talking about.

He hadn’t spoken to you since that night. He felt bad for getting so upset but what were you thinking? You had just promised him you both wouldn’t do anything like that, yet you couldn’t even make it to college before you broke it. It was all Damien’s fault; he was bad news. Jaehyun so badly wanted to apologize but you weren’t answering his texts, his calls and he hasn’t seen you around school. Hope filled his heart, telling him you say something—anything—back to him and you’d be occupying his time with your presence.

Yet here he was sat at the table, a scrabble board placed perfectly in the middle, ready for an extra player. But you weren’t there and making words for the both of you as if you were playing with him, didn’t give him the satisfaction he thought it would. And why were all of his words so so romantic? This was stupid, he hated this. You were supposed to be sitting adjacent to him, sitting crisscrossed in the chair, thinking hard about a word to play. Maybe you were right, he was too boring for anyone else to be around and the only person who put up with it for years was you.

His mom walked in the kitchen to see him staring at one piece in his hand; zoned out. “Sweetie it’s getting late, you might wanna put it away for tonight.” When he still didn’t budge, she placed a hand on his shoulder and he stood up and pulled her in a tight hug. She felt his body shake and heard the small whimpers coming from him so she rubbed his back. “Oh my baby boy…it’s okay…it’s okay.”

“What did I do wrong mom? Why does she hate me so much? I just want Y/N back…I want my best friend.”

He’s never felt emotions so strongly for someone but what should he expect when he’s lived his life knowing what it was like to wake up and fall asleep next to you. Whenever you needed him he was there for you. No one could ever make him laugh like you do, make him protective like you do, make him…love like you do.

He loves you. To the moon and back. And he never wanted to admit that because it would sound typical, so boring, so cliche. But the veins on his head bulged just thinking about you being with someone else that wasn’t him. What if you were forgetting him slowly every day that you weren't around him? No, that could never happen right? He didn’t want to know at this point, he just wanted you back. Has he messed so badly that he wouldn’t see or talk to you until you got to college? Maybe he’d see you at prom but even then, there was no guarantee that you’d even bat an eye his way.

You'd been at Damien's all weekend, cuddled up with him in his room like always. There's actually not much else you would do together. He didn't take you on dates, he almost always snuck you into his house and when you were at school, he acted like everyone else was more important. Jae would never do that to you but he was being so stupid right now so until you got over it, you would continue reading his messages from the drop down menu on your phone. Maybe you'd see him at prom but even then, there was no guarantee you'd want to see him.

Damien broke you out of your thoughts when he started to kiss you on the neck and moving awfully close to your face which was "off-limits". His hand rested on your waist and worked to remove your shirt. He eased his way up to your jaw and around to your lips before you put a hand to his chest and backed away.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” Your boyfriend touched your chin with his finger and leaned in but you moved away.

“I just want my first real kiss to be special.”

“And you’re saying it won’t be special with me?” He crossed his arms and sat back against his headboard. “This have anything to do with that guy you always hang around?”

“Who, Jae? No, he’s just my best friend.”

“Oh yeah well you two look at each other like you’re in love so maybe you are just a liar and this totally has something to do with him, just like I fucking thought.”

You felt extremely offended now and you scooted back away from him. “A liar? I’m telling the truth, Jae is my best friend and there’s nothing going on between us.” You scoffed loudly and your brows furrowed in anger. “Why did you ask me out if you thought I liked him then?”

He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “I actually just wanted to make Sarah jealous and I had high hopes for you but you don’t even wanna kiss me so I can’t brag that we had sex.”

You caught a lump in your throat and your eyes brimmed with tears. “What? W-why?” You had to swallow down that burning and sore feeling before you spoke up. “Why would you do that to me? I thought you liked me.”

“And I thought you’d jump at the opportunity to have sex with me but you’re the most boring virgin I’ve ever met. This idea sucked and all my friends were right that you weren’t the right choice for this.”

With tears streaming down your face, you slapped him as hard as you could and put your shirt back on and stormed out his room. Some boyfriend he was. He wasn’t even that cute to be such a waste of time. But alas, your heart was still broken over something that easily could have been avoided. He was a walking red flag but you let his looks get to you. Boys are stupid, except for Jaehyun and right now you’d love if he hugged you and let you fall asleep on his chest.

But you doubt he even wanted to talk to you right now. He wouldn’t just watch you cry though right? When you got to his house and knocked on the door, you had already stopped crying but your eyes still felt red and puffy. His mom answered the door and immediately pulled you in when she saw how wrecked you looked.

“Y/N what happened?! Oh my goodness!”

“My stupid boyfriend—no, ex boyfriend is stupid. Dumb and stupid and I hate him and I never want to see him again.” You could feel the tears fighting their way back to your eyes so you quickly wiped them on the back of your hand. “I just wanna see Jae.”

“Well sweetie…I don’t know if that’s such a great idea. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague and that’s not a good look for you if I’m being honest. You’ve missed out on scrabble and you know how much he loves playing with you.”

Now you were tearing up for a different reason. You were about to be why your birthday wish doesn’t come true all because of a boy that didn’t really like you.

“Buuut if you must know, he’s at the basketball court. His feelings are pretty hurt right now so be ready to see a different side of him.” She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder and offered a smile of comfort.

He was playing with a few other guys and looked to genuinely be having fun. You watched from the other side of the gate, fingers slipped through the holes to support you. You quietly stood there as he continued to make goal after goal--he's always been good at the sport. He hadn't noticed you until he stopped to get some water. He made eye contact and quickly avoided it.

“Hey Jae.” You walked along the path outside the gate but he didn’t respond nor look up at you. “Can we talk Jae?” Now he was no longer inside the court and he was walking past you towards his house. “Please Jae, I need to tell you something.” You followed him as he walked and you would keep following him even when he got home. “Okay if you won’t talk to me at least just listen okay? I broke up with him today…he was an asshole. You know, he said he only dated me to try and make Sarah jealous and since I didn’t want to kiss him he knew he couldn’t make her jealous by telling her we had sex either. He used me and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you and said all those mean things to you. I really want my best friend to hug me and make me feel better like he always does.”

He stopped on the doorstep of his house and when he opened the door, he didn’t close it behind him; silently inviting you in. He plopped onto the couch and when you sat next to him, he reached over to pull you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his shoulder as you burst into tears. He really was the best at comforting you and even when he was upset with you, he cared for you deeply. He laid his head on top of yours and rubbed your back.

You woke up, turning on a surface that felt nothing like his couch. You were in his bed aka he carried you there after you fell asleep to make sure you were cozy. As you were stretching, his door creaked open and he peaked his head around it, smiling when he saw you were awake.

"Good nap?" He plopped down and laid next to you.

"You know the naps you never see coming are the best." You turned on your side and started at him for a while. "Thanks Jae, I really needed that. You're the best best friend a girl could ask for."

Was that supposed to make him feel so sad? "Who would I be if not Y/N's best best friend? And this best best friend is taking you to prom."

You quickly sat up and squealed, "no way Jae are you serious?! you still wanna take me after everything that happened? It's okay if you don't actually want, I don't want you to feel obligated."

"Come on Y/N, why would I not wanna take you to prom? We JUST had a conversation about being best best friends." He chuckled to himself and stood up at the foot of his bed. "And I've already been practicing this." He bowed and then positioned his arms as if he had a dance partner and took dancing steps around his room making you laugh and applaud his determination.

"Jae, Y/N! Dinner's ready!"

Your heads shot to the door and you jumped up from the bed grabbing Jae by his arm. "You're not off the hook Ms. Y/N, we're practicing together next time and you can't say no."

Things were back to normal at school with you and Jae being friends again, besides the awkward run-ins with Damien. You've had to stop Jaehyun from tackling him a few times this week but that was expected. Everyone was gearing up for prom which was traditionally held within the last 3 weeks of school before graduation. Most other schools had their proms one to two months ago but your school tried giving the students more time to stay focused on their finals. You and Jae had received the the good news that you were both accepted to the school you applied for which meant you'd be seeing him every day for at least 4 more years.

"Can you believe we're less than a month away from walking to school for the last time?"

"Honestly, no. As much as we've talked about this, I can't believe we're seniors in high school." You walked with him back to your house as you both drank a juice box.

"Well I have two surprises for you this weekend so I hope you're ready."

"Surprises? I don't know if I can wait all the way until the weekend Jae, can you show me now? Please please please?" You jumped up and down while holding his arm, begging to see what he had in store for you.

"Nope, your tricks won't work on me. You only have to wait two days for your surprise, I think you can wait until then right?"

You halted your pleading movements and pouted, "I guess so, but it better be worth the wait."

Saturday had come much faster than you expected with the way you couldn't stop thinking about what he thought would be a surprise. Jaehyun was good at surprises though so you shouldn't have doubted him but the excitement took over. He told you to be ready by 2 o'clock and he came inside to escort you out.

"Close your eyes, you can't spoil the first surprise Y/N." He guided you down the stairs by your arm. "Okay, open!"

You opened your eyes and they almost flew out of your head. "OH MY GOD JAE YOU HAVE A CAR?!" He smiled proudly and nodded. He rushed to open the door for you and gestured you to get in. "But we can't go anywhere Jae, you don't have your-"

Before you finished your sentence, he pulled his license out of his pocket and held it in front of your face. "I got it like 2 weeks ago but I didn't want to spoil the surprise. Now I can drive us to our classes."

"No freaking way Jae what the hell! You're a real adult now huh? Looks like I need to catch up. These are the best two surprises ever!"

He smirked and turned the key in the ignition. "Oh, that wasn't the second surprise, just wait until we get there."

He drove for about an hour and a half before he pulled into the parking lot of the aquarium. You hadn't been in some years and you kept mentioning it to your mom every once in a while hoping she would get the hint to take you both, but instead he took it upon himself to surprise you with this trip. Inside, you walked around arm in arm in awe of all the animals. Hands down your favorite part was the quiet and secluded room they had specifically for viewing the sharks and jellyfish. There was a bench right in the middle of it, so you lead him over to take a seat.

You sighed when you sat down and he looked over at you quizzically. "You know" you started carefully, "Damien never did things like this with me and as much as I hated that, I didn't think it was enough to make me want to break up with him. But every time, no matter what, you always find a way to do what he should have done. I know you wanna say 'I told you so'."

"No Y/N, I'm not going to say that to you. I'm just glad you're my best friend okay? And we don't have to talk about this anymore if you don't want to."

"No Jae, I want to talk about it because I just wanted to say thank you for always being there for me."

He put a hand on your back and gave you a small, comforting smile. "Hopefully this isn't too much but I got you something else." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pink rose. "I was going to give you a whole bouquet at prom but this was the last one and I got scared they wouldn't have anymore in time and they were so perfect for you and-"

You leaned over and put your lips on his. He kissed you back--no hesitation--his hand resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. This wasn't supposed to feel natural or nice, it was supposed to be a spur of the moment type thing that you regret afterwards. But it wasn't any of those things, it was something you wanted more of until you couldn't bother to stomach it. You pushed off of him and moved closer to the other end of the bench.

"Why would you kiss me back Jae?!" You leaned forward and put your head in your hands as tears fell from your eyes.

You could hear the panic in his voice next to you, "Y/N I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-to-" he reached for you to comfort you like always but you swatted him away.

"No Jae, you shouldn't have done that! I was vulnerable and you shouldn't have kissed me back like you loved me!" You stood up and walked toward the exit.

"Y/N no, wait, please, I-I..." He chased after you and grabbed at your wrist before you could fully make it out of the area.

"I don't wanna hear it Jae, just take me home."

The ride home was quiet and the air was tense. You sat with your legs facing away from him as you stared out the window. You’ve known him long enough to know he would take small glances your way—trying to make it not seem so obvious—turning back before you caught a glimpse. You weren’t sure why it made you so upset, why you yelled at him the way he did at the party. He shouldn’t have done it, he should have been more careful.

“Uh Y/N, you’re home.”

You were so deep in thought and so caught up in trying to ignore him that your house suddenly seemed so close to the aquarium. “Thanks.” was all you said before opening your door and hopping out. You would try and talk to him if he stopped you before you closed the door; you would give him a chance. Yet he said nothing and that pissed you off more. Was he not worried about how you felt? Did he not care that you didn’t talk to him the whole ride? What was wrong with him? It didn’t matter, you understood. He didn’t think he was wrong and wasn’t going to apologize for it.

You heard him drive off after you closed the front door. You slid down to the floor and began crying again. Your mom walked into the foyer, rushing over to make sure everything was okay. “Y/N what happened? Is everything okay with Jaehyun?”

“I don’t want to talk about him anymore mom, he’s just another stupid boy!”

“How do I look?” You stood in your bathroom mirror, adding the final touches to your makeup and hair.

“You look gorgeous sweetie, as always.” Your mom stood in your room, watching you from the bathroom doorway. Her hands were clutched at her chest, tears welling up in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with having no date love?”

No, you weren’t okay with it but Damien was a no go and you still hadn’t spoken to Jae since last week. Your short but traumatizing history with boys has taken a toll on you. Prom was for girls to have their first dance with the boy they promised to be with forever and grow old with. Something that you apparently weren’t going to experience because as you’ve come to learn, boys are stupid.

“Have a great time honeybunch! Call me if you need a ride back!” Your mom yells out the window as she drops you off in front of the school. It was now or never, you only have prom once.

As expected, the vibes were quite nice, something that you’d expected from the countless times you’ve thought about it and also seeing it on TV. The music played loudly from the two big speakers that sat atop the stage at the back of the gym, which was the biggest and best spot to host such an event. You looked around seeing a few familiar faces but landing on one in particular. You hadn’t interacted much with Damien since you broke up with him or really thought much about him. He stood in a crowd, like usual, laughing and talking. As much as you still found him attractive, you’ll never forget how he took advantage of your kindness for his own benefit. You had heard that Sarah didn’t even want him back and told him that “trying to make her jealous” made him look pitiful. Serves him right.

You stood on the sidelines, occasionally blocking your eyes from the pink hued lights that shined brightly from the ceiling. Eventually growing tired of standing in one spot, you walked over to the punch bowl. Flashbacks from the night of the party twisted your stomach in knots; no drinks for tonight even if it wasn’t spiked. As you turned around, you nearly bumped into someone.

“Hey.” That tall, blonde haired boy you actually missed so much was standing in front of you, holding a bouquet of the same pink roses he tried giving you at the aquarium. “They had more and I didn’t want to not give them to you. I also wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Thanks for the flowers Jae.” Short and curt. If you didn’t know any better, he looked like he was going to cry but you know his feelings were just really hurt with not being able to talk to you or be your prom date like he previously wanted. “I’ll see you around.”

As the night went on, he couldn’t help but wonder where he went so wrong. He wasn’t even the one who initiated the kiss. It was beginning to stress him out not knowing how to deal with these feelings for you. You obviously didn’t feel the same way but part of him thought it might have changed after that kiss but he was far from the truth. He wished he could go back to that day and do nothing but would that have satisfied you or just made you hurt more? Having your best friend do more than the guy you dated but couldn’t even be courteous enough to kiss you back? He shouldn’t have kissed you at such a vulnerable time but they were your words not his. He’d have kissed you a million more times if that’s what you wanted or maybe that’s what he wanted.

“Aaaalright boys and girls or should I say ladies and gentlemen, go ahead and grab your partner for tonight; whether that be your prom date, a good friend or a once in a lifetime opportunity to confess your love to the person you’ve been watching all year. Let’s slow this music down a bit and end this night off with a bang!”

Jaehyun hadn’t imagined his night going like this. You practiced with him on countless nights, dancing across his or your floor, leading each other through a routine that you let your subconscious choreograph. To be able to hold you so closely and look into your eyes, he wanted to tell you then and there, each time, just how much you meant to him. He looked up and saw that you were already staring at him from across the room. Would you give him a second chance to apologize and make it up to you? Guess he had to find out.

He walked over to you and offered you a hand. Suddenly you were back in his room, laughing as you both messed up a move, stepping on each other’s toes and falling into each other. The world around you was quiet besides the music still playing through those big speakers. It was just you and Jae in this moment. You laid your head on his chest, feeling like you could hear his heartbeat. You looked up at him. He always had that look in his eyes like he was looking through a telescope and viewing the way the stars shined and the planets aligned.

“Y/N I have to tell you something.” His chest was moving fast and his eyes were frantically searching your face for approval.

“Yeah go ahead Jae.”

“I love you Y/N.”

“Yeah I love you too Jae.”

“No, Y/N. I love love you, not just because you’re my best friend but maybe even more because you’re my best friend. I can’t keep this to myself anymore, I fucking love you Y/N.”

Immediately you were more aware of everyone around you, the music blaring, the lights too bright and now you were stepping on his toes again.

You pushed away from him. “Jae what’s happening with you? Stop this.”

“Y/N please, I didn’t want to keep that from you. Those are my true feelings, I meant what I said.”

“Yeah and that’s your problem. What about my feelings huh? This is your 3rd strike Jae, I can’t do this anymore.”

Just then, a tap on your shoulder. It was Damien. “Hey Y/N, I know this is a terrible request but do you wanna dance with me since it’s the last day of school and all?”

You wanted to cringe and step away from both boys but you turned to look at Jae who watched for your reaction, “Y/N don’t.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to your ex boyfriend “Sure Damien, I’d love to.”