#hmm what other disclaimers does this call for?

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙾𝙷 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺

description: lauren is fine, she is completely fine. she is definitely not dating sam kerr's younger sister. and sam kerr definitely hasn't just walked into y/n's flat with her spare key. lauren is completely fine

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lauren james x kerr!reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction remember that and have fun ;)

warnings: idk where to begin, smutttt - cunnilingus, thigh riding, fingering, slight breath play, choking, marking, fluff, swearing, cute sisterly relationships

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SMUT

MINORS DNI

18+ (At start and at end.)

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y/n's head span as she gasped, hand reaching down to clasp with Lauren's as the woman grunted into her, tongue darting in and out of y/n, nose brushing her clit as she spasmed.

"Ah, Lauren. Close." y/n gasped, hand gripping Lauren's tighter as her breathing sped up, back arching as Lauren's tongue did nothing to slow down.

Lauren moved her head, pushing her nose harsher against y/n's clit which caused a moan to escape her lips as she tensed, her stomach spasming.

"Come on." Lauren said gruffly, her tongue going back to work as y/n finally came, a cry of relief leaving from her lips as she does so.

Lauren's tongue does not completely leave y/n, instead using lazy strokes to calm the girl down from her orgasm, only once Lauren felt as if she had tasted her girlfriend enough did she come up for air.

Lauren pushed upwards, arms flexing as she came to lie next to y/n once again, leaning down to press a long kiss to her lips, her tongue sweeping through y/n's mouth.

"Taste yourself." Lauren all but grunted into her mouth. "Taste what I did to you." She continued, y/n's eyes rolled into the back of her head at the words.

The two pulled away, a lazy grin on Lauren's face at the red cheeks of y/n as she pecks her lips once more, smirking at how flustered the Australian was.

"Hmm, that's a way to wake up in the morning." y/n smiles, leaning into Lauren's shoulder who smiles and wraps an arm around her girlfriend.

"Wake you up like that anytime." Lauren shrugs and y/n grins liking the sound of it.

Just as Lauren goes to say something there is the sound of the front door opening and the two tense, both knowing that other than Lauren only one other person had a key.

"Squirt?" Sam calls out and the two spring into action.

"One sec Sammy!" y/n calls, Lauren rushing and grabbing her clothes, throwing y/n her own.

"Oh fuck." Lauren whispers.

"Oh fuck." y/n agrees quietly.

Sam Kerr, Australia's sweetheart, best striker in potentially the WSL and a ground-breaking personality in the world of Women's Football and sport as a whole.

Sam Kerr. Also known as Lauren and y/n's team-mate, mentor and y/n's older sister.

Lauren sent y/n a wide eyed look, both of them as worried and panicked at the other as Lauren slid into y/n's ensuite, y/n tugging on her joggers as she darted out of her room and shuts the door.

"Sammy!" y/n grins racing at her sister who hugs her. "What are you doing here?" y/n asks and Sam shrugs.

"Thought we could go get some breakfast." Sam says and y/n nods, knowing they had late training today.

"Of course, let me just shower." y/n smiles and Sam pauses, knowing her sister was a natural early riser.

"You slept in?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, late night, stayed up binging doctor who." y/n lies easily and Sam chuckles, rolling her eyes.

"You and that fucking show." Sam snorts and y/n lets out a small fake laugh as she moves back toward her bedroom.

y/n enters and Lauren is lent against the wall, scrolling through Instagram as y/n grabs her and drags her into the bathroom. Lauren smirks slightly as she quickly strips herself of her joggers.

y/n finally rids herself of her clothes, quickly ridding Lauren of her own as she drags her into the shower and turns it on, looking toward the bathroom door which she quickly makes sure is locked.

With the shower on and making noise y/n finally feels safe enough to let out a relieved breath as she knows Sam will have turned her X-box on to play a few FIFA games knowing her younger sister took ages to shower.

"Careful baby, your sister is in the other room." Lauren smirks teasingly and y/n glares at her.

"You ain't getting shit James." y/n warns as she washes herself clean.

"Are you sure?" Lauren asks lowly, hand squeezing at y/n's waist as she slides it down, her dull nails scraping at her hip. y/n lets out a stuttered gasp, the Australian naturally tipping her head back onto Lauren's broad shoulder.

Lauren can't help but let out a small chuckle at the power she knew she held over y/n, leaning down to press a series of light kisses down y/n's painfully unmarked neck.

Lauren's teeth pull at the skin under y/n's collarbone, both of her hands gripping at y/n's hips now, tilting her pelvis back into her as she grids lightly against her.

"Lauren." y/n warns breathily.

"What baby?" Lauren asks, grateful she had kept her braids in as she was now stood under the stream of water which would have been a pain to dry her hair from.

"Squirt?" Sam asks, the door handle coming down but the lock doing its job and stopping her entering.

"Just coming!" y/n calls quickly as she turns off the shower and steps out.

The girl wraps her hair in a towel, glaring at Lauren who was stood smugly against the shower door, eyes raking down y/n's dripping thighs which were scattered with marks.

"Since when do you lock the bathroom door?" Sam asks from the other side.

"Must have done it on reflex." y/n calls out. Not bothering too look in the mirror as she quickly moisturises her face. "I'll text you when we're gone." y/n whispers to Lauren, before pressing a peck to the woman's lips.

y/n then quickly slides from the bathroom and into her room, turning off the light as she wraps her towel around her. She could hear the FIFA game coming from the living room and rolls her eyes as she changes quickly.

y/n tugs on a top, pulling her jacket over the top of it and then grabs her bag and phone, cursing herself at the text Sam had sent her an hour ago warning her she was going to appear.

y/n then leaves her bedroom, smiling at Sam as she pulls her socks and then trainers on. Sam finishes her game and switches the TV off as y/n snorts.

"You only come here to use my games." y/n teases as Sam grabs her car keys.

"Shut up." Sam snorts as they get to the front door. y/n looks down, eyes widening at Lauren's trainers which were on the rack and she positions herself in front of them, hoping Sam hasn't noticed.

y/n follows her sister out, locking the door knowing full well Lauren would use her key once she left for training. y/n hops into Sam's car and her heart finally slows down as they pull away from her home.

y/n switches on her phone, instantly connecting to Sam's car and blaring some music out which makes Sam groan mockingly, y/n rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.

"Shut up." y/n snorts.

"No you." Sam counters.

"No you." y/n says back and Sam rolls her eyes.

"Annoying dickhead." Sam says and y/n chuckles as they pull up to their usual breakfast place. y/n sends a quick text to Lauren.

to lauren <3: All clear xx

from lauren: I'll see you at training x

y/n doesn't reply, knowing if she does Sam will get suspicious on who she is talking too, so she shuts her phone and follows Sam out of the car and into the cafe.

"Isn't that LJ's top?" Sam asks as y/n takes her jacket off. If y/n's heart had stopped, she wouldn't have been shocked, because that is what it felt like.

"Oh yeah, I borrowed it a few weeks ago and she said I could keep it." y/n shrugs easily and Sam's eyebrows furrow.

"I could have sworn I saw her in it the other day." She says before shrugging and looking at the menu.

"I don't know why you bother looking. You always get the same thing." y/n teases, trying to get the topic to move on.

"Shut it squirt." Sam snorts before proceeding to order the same thing with their usual waitress.

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y/n just posted on her story x2

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y/n turned up at training a lot calmer than she had been that morning. Throughout her breakfast with Sam panic was flooding her and guilt was creeping into her heart.

What she and Lauren had started was good, great even for them both, Lauren was calmer, y/n was happier, and no one knew that it was the other making them so.

But y/n and her sister had always been close, y/n had always wanted to be like Sam and while the midfielder had slightly taken a different football route, she had ended in the same place, repping Chelsea blue.

Lauren and y/n were still relatively new, only 4 almost 5 months in to being official having started seeing each other just before the beginning of the World Cup.

No one on social media suspected anything, none of their teammates seemed to notice, so they had just kept quiet when they returned and continued falling in love.

And y/n was sure that was what was happening. The 21-year-old was sure she was falling in love, if not in love with Lauren. She had never felt so seen, so understood by someone.

With Lauren she wasn't Sam Kerr's sister, she wasn't the future of Australia. She was just y/n, and it made her feel so special being looked at by Lauren.

The woman could tell if she was angry, upset, happy or nervous with a single glance, and she could calm it with nothing but a look, a glancing touch.

y/n had never been powerless, she was filled with attitude and delight, but she had never fell apart for someone as easily as she had for Lauren, she had never let anyone see her or understand her the way Lauren always had.

Training had started well, the sister duo pairing up for the pre-match games and then the group of players sunk into their usual before lunch match.

y/n was running down the wing, looking toward Erin who was trailing with her, Lauren tracked back, following her girlfriend as she tried to tackle, y/n turned, dragging the ball with her.

But Lauren knew her, knew her tricks and instead of sliding past bounced off her toes and followed left which made y/n sigh. She passed out to Erin, Lauren sending her a smirk.

y/n followed Erin down, trying to get past Lauren who manages to intercept Erin's cross out for a corner. The two teams lined up as Emma called out a warning saying this would be the last kick of the game.

y/n stood strong, her sister grinning at her due to the fact her team was currently 1 goal above Erin's and went to mark her sister, however Lauren had already covered her, easily slotting behind her girlfriend.

Sam furrows her brows for a second but then shrugs and goes to mark Johanna instead. Lauren's hand brushes y/n's back and the woman pushes her elbow back, rolling her shoulders as she watches the ball fly in.

y/n races forward, Lauren right behind her as she jumps and her head fires the ball into the corner. y/n slowly comes down, the bodies around her pushing her off balance.

Lauren quickly wraps her arms around her y/n, stabling her as she comes down by pulling y/n tight to her chest as y/n's feet finally settle on the floor.

y/n sighs out in relief, relaxing back into Lauren's chest in relief as she rests her head onto Lauren's shoulder, the two looking so natural that Millie does a double take.

"Nice catch LJ!" Emma calls out as lunch is called.

"She was a fairy." Millie teases, y/n laugh as she grins at Lauren in thanks who squeezes her waist briefly before y/n runs at Millie, jumping onto her back.

"y/n!" Emma calls waving the girl over.

"Oooh someone's in trouble." Millie teases as she drops y/n next to Emma.

"Shove off Bright." y/n laughs pushing her captain away who gasps mockingly.

"I'll have you benched for that!" Millie gasps dramatically.

"No you bloody won't." Emma warns her, before everyone trudges away and y/n follows Emma to her office where the woman sits her down. "I'll let you go to lunch in a second." Emma promises.

"It's okay." y/n promises her manager who sits on the edge of her desk.

"I just wanted to ask." Emma begins, handing y/n a water bottle she had picked up. "Does Sam know?" She asks as y/n takes a sip, instantly choking on the water in shock.

"Holy shit." y/n gasps out, swallowing her mouthful of water. "Know what?" y/n asks as Emma sends her a dry look.

"That there is something clearly going on between you and Lauren." Emma says and y/n sighs.

"Is it that obvious?" y/n asks.

"I'll take that as a no." Emma sighs. "But it isn't obvious, I just know you both too well." Emma explains and y/n sighs.

"I swear boss, I'll tell her, it won't be a big deal." y/n promises Emma who sighs and runs a hand over her face.

"If that was true, you would have done so already." Emma warns her.

y/n shoulders sink. If she was honest, she had no clue how Sam would react, she could be happy, she could be mad, she could be shocked, hurt the list was endless.

"Why haven't you told anyone?" Emma can't help but ask and y/n sighs, knowing full well someone did know.

"Technically, Lucy Bronze knows." y/n says and Emma hums, knowing y/n and Lucy were close as y/n had played at Lyon for a season and a half before making her jump to Chelsea last year.

y/n had stayed with Lucy during that time, having been taken under the defender's wing who really helped her in the time away from her older sister.

"World cup?" Emma guesses and y/n nods.

"We had kind of began just before and continued during the world cup. Lucy walked into Lauren's room one night when we actually near the same place." y/n explains.

"And the reason?" She asks.

"I see how the media just tears everyone apart. Relationships, confidence, I mean I missed that shot a few weeks back and I just got annihilated for it." y/n continues.

"But you cannot let that get to you." Emma tries and y/n sighs.

"I know, but it does Emma." y/n says angrily. "And I just know, the second anything comes out about Lauren and I..." y/n sighs trailing off.

"You have to tell the team." Emma states and y/n throws her arms up in annoyance.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because I will not risk the chemistry I have created. You can't do it, I'll bench you." Emma warns.

"Emma!" y/n calls but the woman folds her arms. "I'm scared." y/n then sighs, folding her head in your hands.

"The girl who played for Australia at 16, scored the winning goal for the champions league at 17, is scared?" Emma asks and y/n nods.

"Terrified. All the time." y/n sighs and Emma's face drops her cold mask.

"Oh kid." Emma sighs and y/n looks up at her, heart in her throat. "Do you need to talk to someone?" She asks and y/n sighs.

"I don't know." y/n admits and Emma then sighs again.

"You've got until Friday to talk to Sam. We'll forget about the rest for now, eh?" She asks y/n who nods, trying to swallow the butterflies climbing her throat.

"Okay." y/n nods. Emma claps her on the shoulder and nods to the door and y/n nods. "Cheers boss." y/n says, and they both know it was meant deeper than just one way.

"Go get some lunch." Emma orders and y/n nods, walking into the lunch room where Sam already had a plate for her, just deepening the bite of guilt.

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y/n just posted on her story x3

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y/n sat with Lauren, the two comfortably pressed together on y/n's sofa as they watched Match of the Day, both fed and showered after their day of training before the Brighton game tomorrow.

y/n had been quiet, Lauren had noticed it, her eyes were glazed over, as if she wasn't really in the moment and so Lauren pressed a kiss to her head.

"What's wrong?" Lauren asked softly.

"Emma knows." y/n says simply, her voice void of emotion as she expected Lauren to yell, to freak out.

"Okay." Lauren says calmly and y/n pauses, her stomach knotting in shock.

"What?" She asks.

"Okay." Lauren repeats calmly. "What do you want to do?" She then asks.

"We need to tell Sam." y/n says, again expecting Lauren to end it, but her grip just tightens.

"It is probably about time." Lauren agrees calmly and y/n sits up and turns to look at her.

"You're not mad? You're not going to yell? Leave?" y/n asks, her voice quiet and shocked. Lauren smiles softly, pecking y/n's nose as she sits up also, bringing the girl onto her lap.

"No baby. I'm not going to leave." Lauren promises and y/n moves her legs so she was straddling Lauren's lap.

"Why?" She asks softly and Lauren sighs.

"We've been together since May in my brain, and even if not, we made it official in September. It's now January, I think that's enough time." Lauren states and y/n smiles softly.

"Okay." y/n says with a breath of happiness.

Lauren chuckles and her hands cup y/n's jaw, bringing her in for a deep kiss which makes y/n's head spin as their lips collide, tongues infecting each other's mouths.

"I think you should speak to someone." Lauren says as they pull away. "About your anxiety, your overthinking." Lauren continues and y/n sighs.

"I know." She says softly and Lauren nods before diving back in for another kiss, ever since their first one she had found the little Australian completely addictive.

Lauren's hands chased y/n's body, running down her back, up her thighs, squeezing her waist before eventually stopping at her arse, squeezing at the skin and pushing her closer.

y/n gasped as Lauren's lips traced a pattern down her neck, the woman quickly throwing y/n's top over her heard and somewhere onto the sofa.

Lauren took y/n's nipple into her mouth, sucking harshly as y/n's back arched and Lauren's name fell from her lips in a breathy plead to continue the pleasure.

Lauren continued her actions, switching to the other breast, leaving the first nipple, red hard and painfully sucked as y/n slowly started to grind against Lauren.

The woman moved y/n to straddle her thigh so the pressure was more pleasing for the Australian and bit at y/n's nipple when she moaned at the move.

"Turn around and take these off." Lauren ordered quickly, snapping the waistband of y/n's joggers.

The woman nodded and jumped up, stripping quickly, leaving her underwear on as she lowers back onto Lauren's thigh backwards.

Lauren's hands landed on her hips, pushing y/n into a grind, at the feel y/n moaned and fell forward, hands landing on Lauren's knee to stabilise herself and she continued to ride Lauren's thigh.

Lauren stretched back, hands coming to rest behind her head as she stared at y/n's ass, thong pulling over her thigh as the wetness of y/n's arousal spilled through it.

"That's it, chase it baby." Lauren ordered lowly, hand coming to squeeze at y/n's cheek as her moans became breathier, desperately trying to push herself over that edge.

"Lauren, please." y/n begged, her whine making Lauren chuckle.

The woman pulled y/n back to her chest, one hand coming to squeeze her throat and keep her against her chest as the other held her waist stopping her grinding.

"Can't even cum without me anymore, huh?" Lauren asks, y/n whining in response. "What do you want baby? Huh?" Lauren asks.

y/n can't answer, too wound up and Lauren's hand slides from her waist and dips underneath the band of her underwear, fingers sliding through her slick folds.

"Need me here?" Lauren asks smugly when y/n jolts.

Suddenly Lauren's fingers rub at y/n's clit quickly, pushing the woman over an unexpected orgasm which Lauren continues rubbing her through it.

Only when y/n is writhing in her hold, begging for a moment does Lauren give y/n a break, her fingers sliding up her toned stomach and pushing her slick past her lips and into y/n's mouth.

Lauren abruptly stands up, y/n letting out a shocked shout as Lauren carried her to the bedroom and throws her against the bed, the girl bouncing.

"Weeee." y/n says and Lauren chuckles as she strips and slides the strap on, making sure it was harnessed properly before kneeling on the bed.

y/n leans up, pressing a kiss to Lauren's cheek before she spins them, pushing Lauren to sit against the headboard.

"Wanna ride you." y/n mutters, Lauren nodding her head dumbly as she watched y/n slowly lower herself onto the cock.

Lauren groaned out in relief, y/n's hands resting against the harness to make the pull on Lauren's clit feel better as she slowly pushed herself up and back down.

Lauren hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her closer and connected their mouths in a heated and deep kiss, moans tangling as y/n continued to push herself up and down on the cock.

As the knot built in y/n's stomach once more, she rocked while feeling full of Lauren's cock, the rocking pushing Lauren to the edge and her hand came to slap at y/n's ass.

The two gasped, cumming together as their mouths continued blending their noises together while they slowly came down, eventually parting as the room filled with slow pants and deep breaths.

y/n slowly sat off the cock, gasping slightly at the feel of her walls clenching around nothing as she laid back next to Lauren who un-clipped the harness from herself.

y/n couldn't help but smile into Lauren's bare shoulder as the two stayed tangled together in a mess of sweaty sheets. Lauren's lips were against her forehead as they caught their breath.

"I think I'm in love with you." y/n says softly and Lauren chuckles.

"I think I'm in love with you too." Lauren promises her and y/n hums.

"Oh." She says, not really expecting to hear it back. "That's good." y/n says softly. "That is really good." y/n repeats and Lauren chuckles.

"Yeah baby. It is." Lauren promises and they both smile into each other's skin.

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END of part one

[heeology]

god, you're annoying | l.hs

synopsis → ever since you and heeseung have come into each others' lives, he has been asking you out and flirting with you nonstop. for years, the cycle of him confessing his feelings to you and you rejecting every single one of his advances seems as though it has gone on forever. being fed up, you develop a plan to pretend as though you already have a boyfriend (spoiler alert: it doesn’t end well). after years of continuously trying to get heeseung off of your radar, you just can’t seem to get rid of him and suddenly (to your surprise), you find yourself not being bothered as much by his presence.

feat. → yeonjun (txt), yunjin (le sserafim), beomgyu (txt), minjeong (aespa), jake (enhypen), sunghoon (enhypen), jay (enhypen)

genre → university AU, enemies to lovers, romance, smut

pairing → nonidol!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings → MDNI, kinda long but bear w me pls

w.c. → 9k

disclaimer!! → any other idols mentioned in this story (that I portray are dating) i do not ship irl; this story is a work of fiction a.k.a. something derived from my delusions and imagination, take this story lightly pls and thx.

!!DO NOT COPY OR REPOST!!

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Everyday you walk onto campus and make sure you avoid eye contact with a “certain someone” and even though the outcome always remains the same, you still hope that one day it will actually make a difference. Unfortunately for you, on your campus, there is only one way to get to your morning class which makes this “certain someone” rather happy to know that you practically have to see him everyday. Although you try your best, he never fails to call out your name, even if you try hiding behind other people; he can spot you from a mile away. This, you find to be annoying. He, however, looks forward to this moment every day because what other reason is there to get up early in the morning if it means he doesn’t get to see you?

You hear him call after you as you try to quickly make your way to your first class which, luckily for you, does not include him. You can hear his footsteps hurrying towards you making you break out into a light jog to your classroom door that is just ahead. You reach for the door handle and open it just enough to let yourself in and as you are about to close it behind you, a hand from the other side stops you, forcing it back open enough for you to be face-to-face with the one and only bane of your existence: Lee Heeseung.

He gives you a cocky smile receiving an eye roll from you as you can already hear his irritating voice begin to say a bunch of sentences and words that you couldn’t care any less about because you couldn’t care any less about him. Heeseung is fully aware about how you feel about him and although some most of his actions are–-yes, he’ll admit–-advertently creepy, he means no harm. You, of course, don’t see it that way, but that doesn’t stop him. 

“You didn’t hear me calling your name?” he asks, knowing that you did and also knowing that you ignored him, but he just wants to hear any snarky reply you have because that’s the only time when you actually acknowledge his presence. 

“Nope, must’ve missed it.” you say in a fake sympathetic tone. 

He lets out a “hmm” and you mock him. He smirks, leaning a little closer to you. You would move away, but then you figured he might take that as his chance to open the door more, so you decide to stay put. 

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me. There is this restaurant that my family and I only go to on special occasions and I think you’ll really like it.”

There it is, him asking you to the same stupid restaurant that you have said no to many (and you mean many) times before. You know what restaurant he is talking about, some way overpriced place that only really rich people go to. You clenched your jaw as your hand gripped the edge of the door a little tighter. He smiled at you, which you thought was him being smug, but rather it was him anticipating your answer. He meant what he said and he just wants to be given a chance to show you how much he likes you. 

Him asking you out to this restaurant, always offering to buy your lunch, pay for your snacks, or buy you some other object just felt as him rubbing his money in your face, making all of his attempts seem as though they are a joke; that you are a joke. Ever since middle school, when you and Heeseung had first met, he made his “crush” on you apparent, which all of the other kids found to be funny and ridiculous. You know he doesn’t actually like you and you hate him for still acting like this even though you both are now grown adults and not eleven year old children who still ride in the car with their parent on their way to school everyday. 

“Well, if you think I’ll like it, then I’ll surely hate it.” you reply.

“You’re only saying that be-”

“No, Heeseung, I will not go out with you and for the last time: stop bothering me.” you say sternly.

You scowl at him and he can’t help but find you to be adorable. He knows you’re annoyed by him, but there isn’t anyone else he would rather spend his time with other than you, even if his only way to spend time with you is by pestering you constantly. 

“I’m just going to ask you again tomorrow.” he says with a smile.

You knew he wasn’t joking about that and that made your blood begin to boil. You hated having to be bothered by him, you hated feeling like a joke, you hated seeing his stupid face everyday, and you hated how it seems like he doesn't even care. You have to put a stop to this, you simply can’t take it anymore. But how? You’ve tried everything, what other way could there possibly be? Then it clicked. You stood up straighter, looking him directly in his eyes. He found himself a little taken aback by your sudden eye contact, but didn’t want to show it; to show how you make him flustered and blush just by simply looking at him.

“Heeseung, I have a boyfriend.” you say, trying not to smile.

You don’t know how you didn’t think of this before, but you’re overjoyed that the idea finally came. His smile drops–for a split second–as he felt the wind practically get knocked out of him like someone had just suckerpunched him in the gut. You were bluffing, you had to be…right?

“Pfft, I don’t believe you.” he says, letting go of the door, only to cross his arms and lean against the doorframe.

You feel your face become hot as you stand your ground, “And what exactly makes you say that?”

“I’ve never seen you with your “boyfriend”.” he says, making air quotes.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t have one.”

“Well it surely doesn’t mean that you do.”

“I know you stalk me because you have nothing better to do with your life, but that doesn’t mean you know what I do every second of the day.”

He shrugs his shoulders, not buying a word that you are saying. He keeps telling himself that you are lying, but what if that small percentage of possibility actually means you are telling the truth? He doesn’t want to think about that, he has to believe that you are lying.

“Okay, what’s his name, then?” he asks, confident that you won’t have an answer.

Shit. How do you answer that? You try not to show your worry in your expression and quickly try to come up with an answer. You open your mouth to speak, hoping the words that do end up coming out make sense.

“Yeonjun.” you reply.

Well, you said a name and that’s all that counts. Sure, it’s the name of your best friend’s boyfriend, but she won’t mind if you use him for a lie…right? Now it’s Heeseung’s turn for him to clench his jaw. He scoffs, rolling his eyes before looking back at you.

“Then how come I’ve never seen you with him on campus?”

“Because he goes to another school, idiot.”

“How did you two meet?”

“Through my best friend; they go to school together.”

You could see him become more annoyed with your answers as you tried to say them with as much confidence as possible. 

“I still don’t believe you.” he says, less certain of what he is saying than before.

You’re so close and you know it, you just need to say something that will make him back-off once and for all.

“I’ll have him bring me to school tomorrow.” you said, now being the one to cross your arms as you smiled smugly.

Heeseung felt his blood run cold, terror now coursing through his veins. Were you actually telling the truth? He didn’t want to see you with some other guy, most definitely not someone who you are claiming to be your boyfriend. The thought made him both upset and annoyed. What do they have that he doesn’t? He’s the one who has been trying to show how much he likes you for years now and some rando comes in and sweeps you off of your feet? Over his dead body.

“Okay,” he says while standing up from leaning on the door, “I can’t wait to see you and a bunch of air walk into school tomorrow.”

“You still think I’m lying?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looking away before looking back at you.

“I just find it hard to believe.”

“That I have a boyfriend?”

“You could say that.”

Man, you couldn’t wait to prove him wrong (even though he is technically right). You fake laugh at his reply and stop as you grab his hand. He feels butterflies erupt in his stomach from your sudden contact and is so distracted that he isn’t even paying attention to what you are doing, which is putting his hand on the door frame. You plaster on a fake smile before quickly swinging the door shut. He snaps out of his daze and moves his hand out of the way just in time before it could have been smashed by the door. 

-

Beomgyu didn’t think to even hold back his laughter once the words left your mouth and although the music in the club was blaring through the speakers, you could still hear his piercing voice. The others, however, were a little more surprised to hear what you had said, especially Yunjin and Yeonjun. You had a guilty smile on your face as you exchanged glances between the two and then Yeonjun scoffed. He raised his glass in a ‘cheers’ manner and Yunjin slapped his shoulder.

“It’s honestly not that bad of a plan,” Minjeong says, trying to defuse the tension, “Yunjin, you know better than any of us here how badly this guy bothers her.”

Yunjin sighs before she chugs the rest of her drink from her cup. “You can borrow my boyfriend on one condition: it doesn’t go too far.” She says, pointing between you and Yeonjun. 

You both look at each other and cringe. Yeonjun puts his arm around Yunjin and she smiles. He kisses her temple, “As if that would ever happen.”

“So how exactly are you going to convince him?” Yunjin asks.

You chug the rest of your drink, wincing as the alcohol burns your throat. “Is it cool if Yeonjun takes me to school tomorrow? I was thinking all he has to do is walk me to my class and just essentially tell Heeseung to back off.”

“He’s not going to do it unless he believes it.” Beomgyu points out as he leans back into the booth.

“He’s right, him walking you into school isn’t going to be enough to convince him; he sounds persistent.” Minjeong agrees.

“The most he is allowed to do is kiss you on the cheek to make it believable, but that’s it.” Yunjin says looking at Yeonjun to make sure he understands.

“I don’t get a say in whether or not I agree to this?” Yeonjun asks, looking at everyone, but landing on you.

“No.” the rest of you say in unison.

He laughs before finishing his drink. “Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.”

-

Even as Yeonjun pulls his motorcycle to a stop in front of your campus, he can still feel your fingernails practically digging into his stomach. 

He lifts up the visor on his helmet, “Can you please stop trying to claw your way into my intestines?”

You let go of him all together and he lets out the breath that he has been holding in. 

“Sorry.” you say, it sounding muffled under the helmet. He smiles, taking off his helmet after getting off the bike. He sets his helmet down and holds out his hand for you to take. You take it, him helping you off, before he helps you take off the helmet. “Thanks.” you say and he shrugs his shoulders as a reply. 

He glances over his shoulder, noticing people looking at him and you, whispering. “So, which one is the stalker?” he asks, trying to be discreet.

You turn your head to look, not seeing Heeseung anywhere, oddly enough. You scoff, “The one day he isn’t here is the day that you bring me.” you roll your eyes and Yeonjun shrugs.

“Well, see you later.”

“Woah-wait. I still need you to walk me.” you say, grabbing one of his shoulders to stop him from leaving.

“What? Why? You just said he isn’t here.”

“That doesn’t mean that I don’t need reinforcements.”

Yeonjun groans, but turns back around to face your campus. You clear your throat before reaching to hold his hand. You intertwine your fingers, looking at each other through the corners of your eyes, confirming that you’re ready to go. You walk hesitantly at first, but the further you get, Yeonjun releases his hand from yours to put his arm around you. Low and behold, once you made your way to the front of your class, Heeseung was there waiting right beside the door.

He, of course, hadn’t been there the whole time. He was pacing back and forth in the bathroom before working up the courage to actually make his way to your class, a part of him hoping he had just missed you so he wouldn’t actually have to see you with someone else. Yet there you are, walking up to him (well, your class), with some dude who looked like he was trying too hard to be cool with his arm around you. He felt sick and the closer you came, the more he felt like vomiting. 

You smiled, stopping in front of your class door with Yeonjun. 

“Oh Heeseung, you’re actually here, I thought you chickened out.”

He smiles, annoyed. His gaze shifts over to Yeonjun and Yeonjun smirks.

“So this is Heeseung?” He asks, eyeing him up and down.

Heeseung pokes his tongue in the side of his cheek. He looks back at Yeonjun and eyes him up and down before crossing his arms. Although he currently feels sick to his stomach, he’s still a little suspicious. 

“Am I supposed to believe you’re her boyfriend?”

Yeonjun scoffs, crossing his arms, “You can believe what you want,” he steps closer to Heeseung, leaning close to his ear making Heeseung tense up, “but you better stop messing with her regardless.”

He pulls back, smiling at Heeseung and patting one of his shoulders. Heeseung scowls, wiping off his shoulder as Yeonjun turns to you. You smile at him, ignoring Heeseungs glares.

“Have a good day, babe.” he says before kissing you on your cheek. He glances back over his shoulder before snickering at Heeseung and walking away.

You smile proudly at Heeseung while he looks at you in complete and utter shock. Did he just see what he think he just saw? He couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it. 

“Well,” you say, making him snap out of his thoughts, “you heard him: stop bothering me.” you say before going into your class.

-

“I heard from some people that he has a motorcycle and he brought her on it today.” Jake says while taking some food off of Sunghoon’s tray, earning a glare from him.

Heeseung rolls his eyes, clenching his fork harder in his hand. “I don’t get it, he’s not even her type.”

Sunghoon laughs and Heeseung scowls at him. “How would you know? You’re not exactly close with her.”

“I think it’s time for you to just leave her alone, you’ve been bugging her since we were kids.” Jay comments.

Heeseung goes quiet. Should he give up? He reminisces about the time he first saw you, laughing with your friend, and the only thing he could think about was how pretty you look when you smile. He isn’t the type to hide how he feels and he thought you would be pleasantly surprised by how open he is about how he feels about you, but when you rejected him after he bought you your favorite drink, he was confused. He didn’t want to give up, though, because all he wanted was to be able to make you laugh just like when he first saw you.

“Jay’s right, the joke has gone on for long enough.” Jake adds.

Heeseung looks up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Joke? What are you talking about?”

Before Jake can answer, a girl walks up and takes a seat in one of the open chairs at the table. Everyone’s eyes go to her as she smiles.

“Hi,” she says shyly, “Heeseung, can I speak with you privately?”

“No, thanks.” he replies, continuing to eat his food.

Jake tries to suppress his laugh and Jay kicks him from under the table. Jake’s smile falls as he kicks Jay back.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Jay warns.

“You started it.” Jake mumbles.

“Well, I was just wondering,” everyone looks back at the girl, momentarily forgetting she was even there, “if you would like to get coffee with me after school.” she says, moving some of her hair behind her ear.

“No, thanks.” Heeseung says in the same uninterested tone as before, not bothering to spare her another glance as he continues eating.

She sits there, a little taken aback as an awkward silence settles. Sunghoon clears his throat before taking another bite of his food. The girl stands up and walks away, not bothering to push back in the chair; Jay and Jake watch her as she leaves.

“She was cute, why did you say no?” Jake asks.

“We know why.” Jay says, drinking some of his water.

“You’ve been turning down every girl that asks you out for years, don’t you want to at least try and date someone?” Jake asks.

Heeseung groans and sets down his fork. “What’s the point? No one else is worth the time.”

-

“You all should have seen his face.” Yeonjun beams as you and your friend group continue roaming throughout the mall.

“So, it worked?” Minjeong questioned and you nodded your head happily.

“I didn’t see him for the rest of the day and he didn’t say anything else once Yeonjun left.” you replied happily.

“And there was nothing more than a kiss on the cheek?” Yunjin questioned.

“Of course.” Yeonjun says, kissing her quickly.

You and the others groan as they both just smile at each other. 

“Oh!” Minjeong says, grabbing your hand. You look at her and then the store she was looking at, “They finally restocked the perfume I was telling you about.”

“I can’t afford that.”

She rolls her eyes, “You can’t, but I can, now come on.” she says, pulling you with her.

“I’d rather not be stuck with you two sickos, so I’m going to go with them.” Beomgyu states to Yunjin and Yeonjun before heading off to follow you and Minjeong. 

Yeonjun grimaces and mocks Beomgyu as he walks off and Yunjin laughs.

As much as Heeseung would rather have gone home straight after classes than come to the mall to help Jake pick out a new keyboard, he came anyway due to his friend’s consistent pestering. 

“You’re paying me back for gas money, I hope you know that.” Heeseung mumbles.

Jake scoffs, “You’re richer than I am, besides, friends carpool other friends.” Heeseung rolls his eyes as he and Jake make their way to the store. Heeseung opens his mouth to say something, but is caught off guard by loud giggling coming across from where he and Jake are. Both of them look in the direction of where the noise is coming from to see Yeonjun and Yunjin laughing, her hitting his shoulder playfully and him scattering kisses on her face. Heeseung stops dead in his tracks. Jake stops walking and looks between Heeseung and the couple. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

Heeseung could feel anger surging through his body. Isn’t that guy your boyfriend? Why was he so publicly flirting with this other girl? Is he cheating on you? Unknown to him, Heeseung was walking towards the two, blinded by rage. Jake tries to call after him, but it just sounded like static to Heeseung. Jake rushes to catch up to him, trying to figure out what he was going to do and why he was even doing something in the first place. Heeseung stands in front of Yeonjun, making both Yeonjun and Yunjin turn their attention towards him.

“Shit.” Yeonjun mumbles.

Heeseung didn’t have the patience to ask any questions, he knew he was right in the first place. This guy had some nerve to hurt you like this, so before anyone had another chance to say a word, Heeseung clenched his hand into a fist and punched Yeonjun in the face.

“What the hell!?” Yunjin exclaims, grabbing onto Yeonjun’s arm as he falls to the ground.

Heeseung didn’t pay any attention to the throbbing pain from his hand and raises his fist to punch him again, but Jake stops him. Yeonjun touches his face, blood dripping from his nose as he looks up at Heeseung, clenching his jaw in anger.

“You son of a b-”

“Don’t start with that, you’re the one cheating.”

Yunjin scoffs and stands up to slap Heeseung. “You have some nerve to punch my boyfriend, asshole.”

“What the hell is going on?” Beomgyu questions as you, him, and Minjeong come out from the store.

You look around to see the chaos that has ensued as well as people starting to crowd around all of you.

“This idiot punched my boyfriend because he thinks he’s cheating on you.” Yunjin says shooting you a glare as she helps Yeonjun off of the floor.

“You did what?” you turn to Heeseung.

“Isn’t he your boyfriend? Why aren’t you upset that he’s cheating on you?” Heeseung asks, confused and starting to feel the pain from his hand as the adrenaline and anger start to subside.

You open your mouth to say something, but Yunjin interrupts you. “Maybe because he isn’t actually her boyfriend.”

Heeseung looks between you and her, confused.

“Bu-”

“They only pretended to be dating because she wanted you to back off.” Yunjin seethed.

Heeseung wasn’t sure how to process all of this information, let alone, he wasn’t even sure if he was.

“Yunjin-” you try to apologize, but she pushes past you with Yeonjun. You try to grab her hand, but she pulls away and turns to you.

“It went too far.” she says, trying to control her temper before turning around to walk away with Yeonjun.

You turn to look at Minjeong and Beomgyu, but they both just look at each other awkwardly. 

“We should probably go with them.” Beomgyu says.

Minjeong nods her head, agreeing, but before they both walk past you, she stops, “I’m sure if you try talking to her tomorrow, she’ll forgive you.”

You bite the inner part of your cheek as they walk away. The crowd starts to disperse, still earning a few questioning glances from those passing by. You glare at Heeseung and begin to walk away.

“Look, I didn’t-” he tries to explain, but you cut him off by turning around, now face-to-face with him.

Tears sting as they begin to brim your eyes. There are so many things you could say to him right now, so many things to yell, but for once you find yourself to be at a loss. He too, is also at a loss for words. Seeing you look at him this way, tears in your eyes, he feels so ashamed and embarrassed. 

“Just leave me alone.” you say through shallow breaths, trying your hardest not to cry in front of him.

You knew to him this was all some sick joke, so you doubt he would actually listen to you, but you hoped there was some small part of him that would finally see you never found any of this to be funny and that he has finally taken it too far.

-

You have never dreaded walking to your class this morning more than you do at this very moment; you just don’t have the energy to put up with Heeseung now or even ever again. You tried texting Yunjin, but she never replied let alone even opened the messages. You were so wrapped up in your emotions you didn’t even realize you made it to your class in peace. Relieved was an understatement about how you were currently feeling, but you also felt oddly sick. 

Although you didn’t want him bothering you, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the fact that he didn’t even try to apologize once while you were on your way to class. It was the least he could do, afterall. He pretty much destroyed your friendships with your closest friends and now that he’s had his fun, he no longer felt the need to keep up the act? The more you thought about it, the more angry you became. You knew you hated him before, but you’ve never been this furious with him, not even at his attempts to rub his wealth in your face by buying you things. No, this was a new low, even for him, but you keep trying to tell yourself you should’ve seen it coming.

-

“Oh hell no.” Yunjin mumbles before standing up from the steps she and the others were sitting on. Heeseung approaches cautiously as he feels their eyes burning into him with their intensive stares. “You really are a stalker, how did you even know what university I go to?” she asks, crossing her arms defensively. 

“It’s in our high school yearbooks, everyone put where they were going.” he replied. Yunjin scowls, hoping he would get the idea and leave once and for all. “I came to apologize. I just-” he pauses, looking away while clenching his jaw before looking back at them. “I’m sorry I punched you.” he says to Yeonjun. 

Yeonjun looks at him, unimpressed. 

“You suck at apologizing.” Yunjin states.

“I thought he was cheating! I didn’t know-” he groans, becoming frustrated. He tries to calm down, running his hand through his hair before speaking again. “All I want to say is that I really am sorry, I was just trying to look out for your friend, okay? She deserves better and when I saw who I thought was her boyfriend kissing someone else, I just…handled things poorly.”

Yeonjun gets up to stand next to Yunjin, draping his arm around her shoulders. “I get it, you didn’t know.”

Yunjin scoffs, “You’ve officially taken this joke of yours too far, so stop acting like you care about her and just admit it already.”

“Why does everyone think I’m joking?” he asks, both frustrated and genuinely.

“Everyone in school knew you were joking. I thought you took it too far back when you bought her a pair of some new, expensive shoes.”

Is that really how everyone saw it? Is that really how you see it?

“I bought her the shoes because she had her old ones for years and had bandaids for the blisters she was clearly getting. I also bought her extra bandages, did you forget about that?”

Yunjin stops scowling, “So you aren’t just messing with her because she rejected you?”

“Of course not, I really care about her. I know I annoy her, but I never thought she would think I was doing all of this just to hurt her feelings.”

Yunjin stands there for a second, questioning whether or not she believes him. 

“You’re right,” she starts, making eye contact with Heeseung, “she deserves the best.” It falls quiet again for a moment, mainly because Yunjin is wondering whether or not she wants to give him a chance to prove himself to you. “We’re going to meet at the club downtown around ten, if you really mean what you say, you should come.”

Heeseung stands there, stunned. Does this mean she believes him? Does this mean they all believe him? Does this mean you’ll believe him? As they walk away from the steps, they all look at him, but not the same way they did when he first came over; skeptical. They all looked at him like they wanted what he said to be true and tonight is the night he is going to prove it.

-

You walked into the club, anxious, yet grateful that Yunjin finally responded to one of your messages. You wanted tonight to be like any other night that you all hang out here, like everything was back to normal; like it was before the whole debacle with Heeseung at the mall. You made your way past the crowds of people through the darkly lit club, over to the booth you all usually sit at. 

“Hey.” you say, trying not to sound awkward.

Yunjin sheepishly smiles, “Hey.” she says.

“Are you guys going to kiss and make up now?” Beomgyu asks, honestly over all of the drama.

Everyone laughs and Minjeong hands you your usual drink as you all make your way to the dance floor. From there, you move your body to the music, just wanting to let go of all the stress you’ve been under lately. Dancing along with your friends, having a good time, is all you care about at this very moment. You were enjoying yourself, feeling confident in the outfit you chose to wear paired along with the light buzz from the alcohol you were drinking. You closed your eyes as you soaked it all in; it felt like nothing could disrupt this feeling.

“Wow…” you hear someone say before they trail off.

You open your eyes and freeze. You know this voice a little all-too-well. Your grip on the glass you are holding in your hand becomes tighter as you slowly turn towards the person who was speaking. Your eyes lock with Heeseungs as he looks at you in awe. You look stunning and he felt like all of the air from his lungs had escaped the second he saw you; breathless. You walk closer to him, so he wouldn’t get any crazy ideas and try to do something else to your friends, but as you got closer to him you couldn’t help but think about how nice he smells. You shake the thought from your head as you look up at him, your eyes meeting once again. 

All thoughts you previously had were now gone; he made your mind go blank. Have his eyes always been this pretty? No…what the hell are you thinking? Pull yourself together.

“Do you take nothing I say seriously?” you manage to blurt out.

He smiles, happy that you’re talking to him (and just because he’s happy to see you in general).

“For all the years you’ve known me, you should know better than anyone else that I can’t stay away from you.” he replies before smirking.

That smug attitude thankfully snapped you out of whatever weird thoughts you were having earlier and brought you back to reality: he’s a prick. You roll your eyes and push yourself past him as you head to the bar to return your glass. You set the glass down a little harsher than you anticipated and Heeseung follows you as you make your way out of the club. He calls after you, but you ignore him. Nothing is going to change, apparently. But as you’ve said to yourself before: you really shouldn’t be surprised.

Heeseung stops calling after you and instead catches up to you, grabbing your hand gently so you would stop walking away from him. You turn to face him, looking down at your hands for a split second, feeling a different kind of buzz result from it. You try to shake his hand away, but he doesn’t budge. You meet his eyes, feeling your heart begin to race. As much as you tried to stop, something was happening, and you were certainly not a huge fan. 

“I spoke with your friends earlier and apologized.”

He did what? Wait…have you been hallucinating this whole time? That would explain why you suddenly feel this way because you know, not in any lifetime, would you possibly have feelings for Lee Heeseung. 

“How?” is all you could manage to say. 

Your mind was running a thousand miles a minute, not really in any shape to hold any kind of conversation, but especially not one with Heeseung.

“I made a mistake. I have a lot of things I want to apologize to you for.”

He spoke so gently and sweetly; it was like he was hypnotizing you. The streets were oddly quiet, not too many people, but you could still hear the music from the club. You found yourself staring at him in amazement. The fluorescent lights from the signs of stores nearby and the streetlights felt as though they were shining on the both of you, like you two were the only people who matter.

“What?” is all you can think to say.

“I’m sorry I’ve been bothering you to the point where you felt like you had no other choice but to lie.” he says, taking a step closer to you. “I’m sorry I made you and your friend fight.” he takes another step closer to you. You felt your breath hitch as your eyes traveled along his figure. Has he always looked this good in a black button up and black pants? It doesn’t help that his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and you find yourself staring at his arms.

He waits for you. He waits for you while he clearly sees you checking him out and it’s turning him on. God, you look so beautiful and the way you are looking at him, slowly taking in everything about him as if you are seeing him for the first time makes him want to kiss you; it makes him want to do a lot more. When your eyes meet his again, he takes this as an opportunity to step closer to you, placing his other hand on your cheek, gently cupping your face. He wants to be gentle because you are one of the most precious things to him. He leans close to your face, each others’ breath scattering lightly along one anothers face. 

“And I’m sorry,” he whispers as he rubs his thumb back and forth on your cheek, still looking into your eyes, “for making you feel like a joke.”

You feel yourself tense up. “Was it? All a joke…” you trail off, not necessarily sure what you want to happen next.

He continues looking into your eyes, never looking away because he wants you to know that he is being serious; that he means every word he says.

“Not for a second.” he replies.

You think back to everything he has done for you in a new perspective. How he would leave your favorite snack on your desk on test days, notes telling you how well you did after a presentation, volunteering to be your partner because he didn’t want you to feel alone or left out, buying you your favorite drink if you forgot to bring money for it, and asking you out to a restaurant that holds a special meaning to him and he only wants to share it with you. 

You want to kiss him, but you find yourself pulling away instead. He looks at you, confused, as you separate yourself from him, letting go of his hand. 

“I should get home. You know how early my morning class is.” you say while looking at the ground.

“Are you walking home? This late?”

You step back a little bit, finally looking back at him and you smile nervously. “I usually take the bus, but I think I missed the last one, so yeah, I guess I am.” you say kind of bunched together. Are you nervous?

“I can just drive you home.” he says, not really offering, more like telling.

You shake your head as your eyes shift to one of the cars in front of the club. You recognized it as his since he drives it to school everyday. A small, small part of you would love to ride in it, but you can walk home yourself (even if you also know it’s a bad idea).

“Yeah, I’m not letting you walk home alone this late.” he says, no longer wondering why you pulled away from him, but more concerned for your safety. He reaches for your hand and you let him take it, even if you keep telling yourself you shouldn’t. You both walk over to his car and he opens the door for you to get in. You look at him and he looks back at you, not intending on budging from his offer. You roll your eyes playfully as you get into the car. He closes the door and walks over to get into the driver's seat. He gets in and closes the door before starting his engine. You sit there, a little surprised you were even in his car in the first place. “You kind of need to put on your seatbelt.” he says, nodding his head towards the seatbelt that you left untouched. 

You laugh nervously, but for some reason, you still don’t think to move to put it on. He sighs, smiling to himself at your cuteness, before leaning over to grab the seatbelt, slowly extending it over your body before clicking it into place. He looks at you, your faces inches apart, and you feel your breathing quicken once again. His heart begins to beat faster, but he can’t stop looking at you; you’re stunning. He manages to pull himself away, worried he might make you feel uncomfortable, before putting on his own seatbelt and putting the car in drive. 

“Do you want to tell me how to get to your house?” he asks as he pulls out of the parking spot.

Your eyes widen. Right, your house. A house that--you assume--is nowhere near as nice as his house. What if once he sees just how different you two are he will stop liking you? What if he was lying before and this was his final cruel attempt to make fun of you? You shake your head.

“I would rather not tell you.”

He steps on the brake, turning his head to look at you.

“You…don’t want to tell me?”

You shake your head, hoping he’ll give up and let you out of the car. You hear him let out a tut, making you turn your head to look at him.

“Would you rather I take you to my place?” he asks, trying not to sound nervous.

Not particularly, you kind of already planned on going to bed once you got back home, but you stayed quiet, leaving him to answer his own question. He sighs, releasing his foot off the brake.

-

Heeseung pulls up to a gate that guards a huge house behind it. Your mouth falls a little agape as you look at it, thinking about how the driveway is the size of your own home. He puts in the code, opening the gate, and driving up the huge driveway. He parks the car and turns off the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt before looking at you. 

“Do you need me to unbuckle it for you?” he asks while smirking.

You kind of want him to, but you opt for doing it yourself. You both get out of the car and he waits for you before he begins to lead the way. You can’t stop looking around as you two walk up the stairs leading to the (in your opinion) oversized doors, to which he opens and lets you walk in first. The house is even more luxurious on the inside than it is on the outside, which you honestly didn’t think could be possible. He shuts the door behind him and you both take off your shoes. You feel out of place, starting to feel insecure. The guy with all of this money to have this grand living room with a huge television, windows covering the walls and expensive furniture littered everywhere claims to like you? And has for years? You were starting to find it hard to believe again. 

“I hope this is okay.” he says, breaking the silence. 

You weren’t sure what he meant, but you assume he’s hoping it’s okay that he brought you here. He starts heading for the staircase and you follow behind, still taking in your surroundings. He leads you to his room, and you decide to stand by the doorframe. To you, it doesn’t seem like the downstairs even needs a living room since he already has a couch and t.v. in his room along with a big bed laying on a platform and more windows for walls. A beep is heard and the curtains for his windows start automatically covering them and the two lamps on his bedside tables turn on. He looks back at you, smiling at your expression that he finds to be adorable. 

“You can come in, you know.” he says as he rummages through some drawers.

You hesitantly walk into his room, somehow just noticing how nice it smells, and find the confidence to walk up the few steps to his bed to take a seat. You turn your head to look around some more and Heeseung looks up, stopping what he is doing upon seeing you on his bed. You are on his bed. Is he dreaming? He honestly never thought this day would come and he clears his throat to try and calm his nerves, making you look at him.

“What are you doing?” you finally ask.

He grabs what he came in for and walks over to you holding out the clothes he picked himself.

“The guest rooms don’t have any clothes in them, so you can borrow mine.”

Did he just say “rooms” as in plural, like multiple? 

“Right, naturally.” you tease.

He smiles and you stand to grab the clothes from him. You hold them as you look up at him, once again meeting his eyes. That feeling starts to form again, the one where you don’t want to stop looking at him and certainly don’t want him to stop looking at you.

“I forgive you.” you whisper.

He looks confused for a second before he understands what you mean. He smiles.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.” 

You aren’t sure if it’s the atmosphere, the way he smells, the way he’s looking at you, or all three combined, but before you can even process what you are doing, you are tossing the clothes he handed you onto the floor and pulling him by the collar to kiss you.

Holy. Shit. You’re kissing him. You’re kissing him. One of your hands moves to hold the side of his neck while the other moves to the back of his hair as you start running your fingers through it, gripping it here and there. He moves his hands to hold your waist, squeezing them lightly from anticipation, as he kisses you back. He gains more confidence, pulling you as closely as possible to him, as he deepens the kiss. He is desperate for you, he is desperate to show you how he feels. He lifts you up and your legs wrap around his waist, him carefully carrying you and placing you onto his bed. He lays you down as you two continue to kiss, him pulling away from your lips and beginning to leave a trail of light, breathy, kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. Your chest raises from the deep breath you take and he swears he is going to lose his mind from looking at you in your current state. The state he is currently leaving you in. 

His hands roam your body, wanting to feel every inch of you.

“Heeseung…” you say breathlessly, practically sending him over the edge.

He can feel his erection growing and you saying his name like that makes his cock ache harder. He pulls away from leaving hickeys along your chest, pulling you up by the waist so he can lift your dress off of you. He pulls it over your head and you help him, throwing the dress off to the side. He rests his forehead on yours, trying to calm his breathing and you begin to palm his erection. He whines, moving your hand away before laying you back down. His eyes scan your body, now realizing you were never wearing a bra. There you are, laying on his bed in nothing other than your underwear and he has to try and collect himself before he cums in his pants at just the mere sight of you. His right hand begins to travel up your leg, his fingers lightly running along your skin as he continues to look at you, look at every inch of you. His fingers travel past your hip up to your breasts where he cups one of them, earning a small gasp from you.

He bites the inner part of his cheek, trying to contain himself as he fondles your breast, playing with your nipple, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. He leans down to leave light kisses on your shoulder, looking at your face between each one, going down and stopping at your other breast before latching his mouth around your nipple. You bite your lip, one of your hands comes to grip his hair. He moans as he swirls his tongue around your nipple, occasionally flicking it. He felt drunk and so incredibly turned on. He stops fondling your other breast with his hand and lightly trails his fingers down to your underwear, sticking his hand inside. You gasp again, his fingers feeling a little cold as he runs them along your wet folds. 

Fuck he was making you feel good and you let out a moan, making him smirk. He sticks a finger in, making you grip his hair a little harder, and so he sticks in two. You moan again and he pulls away from your breast to kiss you as his fingers pump in and out of you. You’ve become so wet that you start to cover his hand in your wetness, the sound of his hand coming in constant contact with your pussy starting to fill the room. You feel yourself become close and your mouth falls agape. He stops kissing you and pulls back as well as pulling his fingers out of you. You open your eyes, the dim lights suddenly being so bright as you try to process what is happening.

He brings his fingers to his lips, licking off your arousal from them. His eyes close as he inhales deeply, consumed by the taste of you.

“Please, Heeseung…” you start to plead.

He opens his eyes and figures he can’t leave you without what you want. So, in honor of a fair trade since he feels intoxicated by your taste, he takes off your underwear and throws your legs over his shoulders as he positions his face in front of your pussy. You swallow harshly as you feel his breath on you before he licks a stripe along your core, causing your eyes to roll back a little bit and your back arch at the sudden contact. His hands grip the sides of your thighs as he indulges in you, licking up every last drop of you before making his way to your clit and sucking on it.

“Fuck, Heeseung…” you moan out breathlessly.

He’s too consumed by your taste to notice and he pulls you more into his face. He moans into you, one of his hands leaving your thigh as he starts to finger you again. He hears you moaning and gasping, prompting him to open his eyes and look at you. Just the sight of you causes him to pick up his pace, his fingers rapidly going in and out of you and the more you moan, the more turned on he gets. You feel yourself become closer, gripping the sheets as you call out his name. That mixed with the taste of you on his tongue makes him moan. You taste so good, you look so beautiful, he feels like the luckiest man alive to have you call out his name. He sucks harder and pumps faster as he moans into you, cumming in his pants. 

Your head falls deeper into the pillow you were laying on as you release yourself all over his fingers, mouth, and face. His movements begin to slow down as he calms down from his high and he pulls away, seeing your legs shaking a bit. He sits back, taking your legs off of his shoulders and you look at him. His face is flushed and shiny because of your cum, which he didn’t mind. He licked his fingers again, trying to catch his breath afterwards and you find the energy to sit up. 

You pull him in for a kiss and his hands land on your ass, squeezing it. You moan and reach your slightly shaky hands up to the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them. You pull away as you take the shirt off of him, throwing it to the side. This time, you leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to his neck, his mouth falling agape from pleasure. He was becoming hard again and so you started to undo his belt as well as the button and zipper on his pants. You can hear him let out shallow breaths, and he pulls you back to kiss him on the lips. You kiss each other with so much need, and as you start taking off his pants, he pulls away to take them off himself. 

You watch as he does, seeing his bulge through his underwear along with the cum stain from earlier. You smirk, which makes him feel a little shy.

“Come here.” you say, your eyes flicking back to meet his.

He listens, and you move each other so he is now the one laying back as you sit between his legs. He swallows harshly, completely turned on by the sight of your bare self looking at him in such a sinful way. Fuck, he wants you to ruin him. You keep eye contact with him as you lightly grab the edge of his boxers. His breath hitches as he becomes increasingly more nervous and he bites his lip as you run your pointer finger over his v-line. You smirk, slowly pulling his boxers off of him and finally letting his aching cock free. You cast aside his boxers, lightly running your fingers along his length, making him let out little moans, trying to decide what you want to do next. Seeing him like this, you decide you can’t wait any longer, so you position yourself over his cock, one hand holding onto his shoulder as the other guides it into your cunt. 

You both throw your heads back as you let out a moan in unison. You slowly sank onto his length and he watched in awe. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening and when you finally settled fully onto his cock, his mind felt fuzzy. You felt so fucking good and here you were, riding his dick with hickies all over your chest and neck made by him. Consumed by his thoughts, he gripped your hips a little bit harsher as he let out a stifled breath. You look at him, wondering what was happening, but feeling his cock twitch inside of you and him letting out a string of moans and apologies answered your question quickly as he came inside of you. 

His breathing settled after his release and he looks at you, eyes a little hazy, but full of pleasure; he looked so fucked out. 

“I’m so sorry.” he half whispers and half exclaims. 

He really meant it and to be honest, he was kind of embarrassed. You shake your head.

“Don’t be,” you say, starting to rock your hips, causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure, “it was hot.” You pick up your speed and call out his name from how good he is making you feel. “Shit…” you whine as you start to lose momentum from the pleasure. He notices and adjusts himself so he is laying a little bit lower to which he slings his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a small yelp as he hoists his hips up, thrusting into you, fast and deep. “Fuck…” you call out into his ear, making him pick up his pace. 

Moans mixed with the sound of his cock rutting into you fills the room and you grip the sheets as you feel yourself clench around him.

“Fuck-” Heeseung starts, but is cut off by his own moans from being close to his climax.

He thrusts into you faster and you clench around him harsher, your legs shaking as you cum all over his dick. He grips your waist harsher and clenches his jaw, breathy moans still escaping through his teeth as he cums–once again–inside of you. He does a few more thrusts to ride out his high before pulling out of your throbbing cunt. You both lay there for a moment, you still on top of him, trying to catch your breath.

“So…” Heeseung starts. You lift your head slightly to look him in the eyes and he smiles sheepishly, “does this mean you’ll go on that date with me?” he asks, hopeful.

You roll your eyes, “God, you’re annoying.” you say before smiling.

[sofiafantasies]

Imagine: Jack observing you tuck in your sibling into bed that believes in him

Disclaimer; This is inspired by a post from @cutiepieloves131

"Cupcake!" You called for your sister. She was jumping up and down on the bed. It wasn't anything new seeing her this happy. She was telling you a story. She says it happened weeks after you left for collage.

Cupcake ran outside her room and into the kitchen. "Yeah?" You looked at her after drying your hands on your shirt. "Uh, why don't you go to bed, I'll tuck you in and you can tell me all about it, okay?" You walked up to her and crouched down placing your hand on her shoulder.

She smiled widely and nodded. She ran up to her room and you stood up laughing and shacking your head. You walked upstairs and opened Cupcake's room. She was jumping around and waving to the window or whoever was outside.

You walked next to her. "Uh, Cupcake, who are waving at, honey?" She looked at you with a big grin. "Jack Frost!" She said. You puckered your lips and nodded slowly. "Who- you know what? Doesn't matter." You gestured to the bed. "Get on the bed, please."

She turned around and walked to the bed. You came to the other side of the bed not noticing a certain winter spirit watching you through the window. "Cupcake?" You asked as she seemed to look around her bed. "What are you looking for?"

"My unicorn. Have you seen it?" She asked desperately. You looked around and saw it near me in the window seat. You smiled and walked over there. You picked it up and as you stood you noticed frost on the window. "Weird..." You mumble totally obvious to the person hanging upside down your window, observing you.

"Cupcake, I found her..." You turned to look at the he window one last time and then walked towards Cupcake and walked to the other side of the bed. "Yay! Thank you!" She hugged the plush and you smiled. "So, that story?" You sat on the bed facing her.

"Right!" She sat up on the bed. "So it all started outside two days after you left. I was building a snowman and all of a sudden a snowball hit me!" She laughed and so did you.

"When I turned around I saw Jamie and his friends. We started playing with the snow until Jamie fell and rode his sled all over the streets! It was awesome!" She stood up and spread her arms and giggled. You laughed as Jack - who still observed you two - chuckled.

"But he did end up with a missing teeth..." You sighted and placed a hand in her chubby cheek. "I'm glad you got the courage to have fun and play with kids about your age."

"Me too! Then there was this whole thing where the Easter bunny didn't show up. But after Jamie made us believe in the Tooth Fairy, Sandman, The Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, and Jack Frost!"

You looked at her confused. "Jack Frost?" You asked as you pulled her down to lay on her bed. "Yeah! Jack Frost, is the spirit of winter and now guardian of fun!" She got comfy and you smiled at her. "How does he look like?" You asked. "Well, close your eyes." You did what Cupcake said.

"Imagine a guy with white hair-"

"White?" You asked as you opened your eyes. "Yes white now close your eyes!" She giggled and you closed your eyes. "Okay, so, he has pale skin, blue eyes, he wears a blue hoodie with brown pants, and he's usually and all the time, barefoot."

"Hmm, he's cute." You said with your eyes still closed. "You have even seen him!" She giggled. Jack chuckled as he got right side up and observed you. You opened your eyes and laughed. "Well, I'm imagining him!" You tickled her and she laughed telling you to stop and you did.

"Okay, no more games. You have school tomorrow." You said and Cupcake's smile dropped. "I don't wanna go to school..." She sounded sad which got yours and Jack's attention. "Why?" You asked as you tucked her in. "The kids at school think I'm weird."

"Aw, Cupcake, I'm sorry. What do they say to you?" You placed your hand in her cheek. "They say all types of mean things." She hugs her unicorn closer. "You don't have to tell me now just know you are beautiful," You said already getting an idea of why they are being mean to her.

"Smart, kind, and very sweet. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise." You say as you grab her hands. "You are gorgeous, inside and out. Okay?"

"Okay." She smiled and you smiled as well. You kissed her forehead and stood up. Jack looks at you with a soft smile. You walked to the door and opened it. "Okay, goodnight." You say as you look at her tired figure. "Goodnight." You frowned and then you got an idea. "I'll bake you some cookies tomorrow, yeah?" You say as you reach for the lights.

"Yeah!" She yelled making you giggled. You look out the window seeing the frost still there, both Frost. You smirked and turned the lights off. You close the door behind you. Jack moves to the next window and looks at you. "Jack Frost, eh?" You say to yourself.

[dreamwritersworld]

On the run…

just a disclaimer that this has been the longest since I’ve posted and this isn’t a for sure series! I’ve been super busy lately and I took a break because writing felt more like a need then something I wanted to do, i’m kinda back now and I hope you enjoy it 💕

Neteyam and I grew up together, we were very close. I grew to love him and I believe he felt that way too…until we were told that we would be promised to each other…Neteyam didn’t liked the fact that he felt tied down without having a choice. He was perfect at everything but being a good promised mate to Y/n.

Y/n however was very good. She comforted Neteyam when he was stressed about his father and she’d give him calming oils and treatment to relax him..

There were nights where Neteyam was absent, one night Y/n decided to hug Neteyam even with him pushing her off…

“I can smell her. Her scent. Irya.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Stop it! I caught you. And you’re not going to talk your way out of this. How many Neteyam? How many are there? How many have there been?”

“What does it matter? Hmm? We still are promised to each other and have no choice but to be mated. But irya is willing to take in that void until then. And maybe…maybe that’s better for everybody.”

Y/n scoffed at his attitude towards the situation…the man she loved, the boy she grew up with, had become so heartless to her.

“You know what, it’s better for you! You have a pretty good deal don’t you? You go out! You fool around! I sit here, I take care of your home and the clan. Well no more! That’s it.”

“Calm down!”

“No! I’m not going to do this anymore! Ok? I’m not going to sit here and take it and take it! Sorry! I love you, yes! But I am not dirt! I am promised to you! And you will not do this to me anymore-“

“Enough! I’ll stop! It’s fine. But you will not raise your voice at me. We will not do anything until we are to be mated.”

Y/n watched as Neteyam turned his back to go lay on the hammock with a blanket that Y/n made and cleaned just for him. If this was how things were going to be…it pained her completely but he came home didn’t he? He came home to her..?

She slept that night right beside him…cold and crying. He didn’t ever hold her while she slept..not like how they did when they were younger.

Truth was Neteyam didn’t sleep with Irya, no he could never. He just laid with her…he knew her scent was enough to break Y/n’s heart further…

~~

I stayed strong…I dealt with the pain and still claimed him proudly and openly…waiting on the day he called out my name.

I said I didn’t feel nothing but I lied, I almost cut a piece of myself for his love.

The passing Navi’s would smile at me and ask how Neteyam was…I would responded proudly.

“Ah yes Neteyam! He is doing well! Very good!”

Oh how I wished I didn’t get this treatment…I wish I could’ve been able to choose. In all honesty I would’ve still chosen Neteyam but it’d be on my terms..can’t say the same for him.

My days had an endless routine, I felt so trapped. I wanted Neteyam to stay even though he didn’t want me. Why can’t he wait till I fall out of love?

After everything going on…the war…the panic. It was decided that we’d have to give up our home and roles of the clan…everything. That meant every last tear, blood shed and sweat that Neteyam and I sacrificed to be the next leaders were wasted. Just because I was leaving didn’t mean I wasn’t no longer promised to Neteyam, he had all of me.

The move was so difficult and I didn’t know how else to comfort someone who didn’t want to be loved by me…but when he let me hold him, it gave me hope.

“We’ll be ok Ma’tyem”

The journey was long and tiring…it dragged and made our bodies sore…weak. Riding beside Neteyam made it worth it, all I could do was focus on him and how beautiful he truly was. Taking in his presence was my best bet at loving him from afar. Something about finding a new home and having a new adventure felt good despite leaving my entire life behind..

When we had arrived, nervousness ran through my veins…I allowed myself to be the last of the group to get off, watched how Neteyam protected his siblings and remained respectful just like his father.

I walked in cautiously repeating Neteyam’s same action and passing small smiles to those I had made eye contact with and then suddenly I made eye contact with someone who caught my attention …it was a boy who seemed about our age, instead of giving disgusted looks like he was before he froze. Soon enough the soften look in his eyes brought me into confusion, and I turned away. A warm unfamiliar arm wrapped around my waist, tuggin me forward and I couldn’t help but be more focused as to what was wrong.

Neteyam never held me, not anymore…not like when we were children. He pushed me to listen to the leader of the clan..that’s when I discovered the beautiful girl who Lo’ak shared a moment with was Tsireya and the boy I briefly noticed was Ao’nung..both children of the clans leaders. My ears went up and tail swayed at the new introduction, new people? New setting? Absolutely brought me bliss.

Unpacking was draining and having to now share a mauri with a full family was something I’d have to get used to, I didn’t mind though. I grew up with the Sully’s and remained very tight with all siblings…Neteyam included until our parents suggested we’d be mated. Of course I loved that idea…but Neteyam felt forced, it made him hate me.

It was another night of falling asleep beside Neteyam except this time he turned his body towards me and loosely had his arm around me. It was then that I realized I missed his touch so much and I’d settle with this even if it only meant he was doing it to prevent his family from questioning the separation.

I had butterflies take over me, placing my hand on top of his…only for him to pull his hand away and lay it on my hip, furthering any more affection..

Soon the sun rises and I woke up early to help prep meals for everyone with Neytiri, to her I was perfect. In my eyes I was far from it, not even able to satisfy her child.

I made my way sitting quietly next to Neteyam, my mind was still focused of last night’s interactions and our relationship…soon enough the loudness and spinning in my head only begged me to just take a moment for myself, I paused my eating and excused myself…but walking away I can hear my childhood best friends speak.

“What’s wrong with her?..she’s been quiet.”

“She’s always quiet Lo’ak-“

Kiri was one of the only people who noticed the great shift in Y/n. They grew up together, Y/n was open to Kiri about her crush on Neteyam and she never told any one although she enjoyed the idea of them together, it made her so happy when they were promised…but now after a couple of months with them together, Kiri could see something was weighing Y/n down.

“Not always! She only starts to get quiet when Neteyam’s around! You make her nervous bro! Y/n’s been in love with you since we were kids and now you guys are going to be all lovey, dovey once your Mated!!!”

Neteyam couldn’t even reply, it wasn’t that he didn’t love you…or maybe he didn’t? He himself, couldn’t understand his feelings towards you. Neteyam just wanted time to choose his mate and who he loved.

He was truly living his fathers dream, sacrificing his life to repay and honor his parents sacrifice. Would he had chosen Y/n, his once childhood crush as his mate? Would he have done it if he wasn’t forced? He didn’t know.

Y/n took in Lo’ak’s word..she did only get quiet around Neteyam, she knew how quickly and easily it was to annoy him.

*flashback*

It was the beginning of their relationship and he couldn’t be anymore closed off with her. All Y/n wanted to do was love him and be a perfect mate to him. So when he walked through the door…that’s exactly what she did.

“Neteyam, I’ve made you dinner! Your favorite!”

“Not hungry.”

His response was short but however, what made the two perfect was that no matter how calm and collected she was…she remain optimistic.

“Ok! That’s fine! I’ll prep it for you in the morning, when you’re ready to go back to training-“

“Y/n! How many times do I have to say it? I’m not hungry! I do not want your food! Just be quiet!…voice is annoying…relationship is business only..”

Y/n perfectly heard his last muttered words and it brought her to tears as she wrapped his food up, she had stayed up late waiting to eat with him once he arrived home…but now he laid in bed. Y/n blew the candles providing light and closed the tent enough just for a little moonlight to shed as she provided him a calm setting to fall asleep in while she struggle to eat in the dark.

Neteyam could see though, he saw her tears roll down her face and her hand quiver as her eyebrows furrowed and head shake as if telling her that it’ll all be ok. It took everything in him to not apologize for being so cold, but he couldn’t..not now when he was so frustrated.

*

Y/n lost her optimistic side…instead of being calm, she slowly was just pulling herself into a fiery state. After so much coldness could you blame her? She didn’t have any time for playing around or a moment for herself..but now with this new home, she did.

There it was Y/n sat outside taking in the sunrise and fresh breeze, she was just starting to relax when Kiri interrupted

“So…I’ve been meaning to ask but nothing feels like the right time but…are you ok? Like I mean really ok? I can feel your energy Y/n.”

It took Y/n by surprise and it only took Kiri to see her face for her to know whatever she was going to say next was a lie. That’s exactly how it all played out, Y/n had her mouth slightly open in shock and then she smiled, not a true one thought just a small one with closed lips.

“Of course Kiri!…it’s just the move.”

Silence stood between them, Kiri could see the little white lies Y/n told herself and it hurt her. Y/n was never one to be standoffish or guarded.

“Right..well soon enough we’ll start training to get used to this environment-“

“Hello! We’re here to start training”

Both girls looked at Tsireya in surprise and soon settled into a smile, excited to finally have a taste of something new. Y/n stood proud and tall before tsireya, she admired it truly. To tsireya if she would’ve stayed at the forest she would’ve been a perfect leader for the people…what could’ve been.

“I’ll go ahead and get the others! Excuse me.”

Ao’nung watched from a far…Y/n was captivating to him. Her voice and the way she walked presented herself with confidence.

His smile stayed until he saw her stand beside Neteyam, they walked together as one but in silence.

They all trailed after each other one by one. Ao’nung tried to slow down so that his speed would align with Y/n’s but it just didn’t happen.

Tsireya decided to start by swimming first and excitement erupted amongst Kiri and Y/n as they grabbed each others hands swimming down around the corals of the reef.

Ao’nung pushed the rest of the group forward and he allowed his sister to take over as he glanced over to Y/n doing flips around the ocean and viewing the fishes in amazement. Y/n put herself in tune with the ocean..if she was going to live here she had to act as one of the people.

Neteyam couldn’t help but notice Y/n staggering behind the group and he rolled his eyes at her childish behavior… when he went up to the surface with everyone else gasping for air, he looked back beneath the water..he saw Ao’nung swim over to Y/n, watch them exchange smiles while swimming up beside each other.

“You’re pretty good for a beginner! I can show you how to-“

“Y/n!-“

neteyam was going to interrupt but he was quickly interrupted by his own little sister, gasping onto Y/n’s arms and his arms.

Y/n quickly passed a smile at Ao’nung as she now turned her attention to Tuk cradling her while Neteyam fixed Y/n’s hair from getting caught onto Tuk.

The sudden touch caught Y/n by surprise, she was quick to turn her head in confusion until Tysireya’s voice brought them back to focus

“It’s fine if your not the best right now…we should try getting you guys on ilu’s! I’m sure you’ll love it!”

Another tug to another direction, telling Y/n to swim with him. There was not a chance Neteyam was going to leave Y/n with Ao’nung when it was clear to him, he was trying to get close to her.

this interaction between the two didn’t fly past Y/n she didn’t understand what Neteyam was trying to do. Once practice ended she allowed the group to go past and speak amongst each other while she began tugging back at Neteyam’s arm to walk with her. They said their goodbyes respectfully and Y/n held onto Neteyam the entire time.

“What are you doing? You have a role to withhold still Neteyam. Be respectful. You must remember that this isn’t our home.”

“Me? What am I doing wrong? You must’ve forgot that you have to withhold your role with me. You are my future mate do not forget.”

“I haven’t done anything that can make you imply that I have, are you kidding?”

“So why are you getting friendly with-“

“This is not our land. Our relationship has been in shambles because of you-“

“How dare you blame me? What? Because i went out to get my needs done so I can keep pushing to Be with you. I did it for us.

Tears welled up in Y/n’s eyes as she realized he was now the one blaming her for their relationship.

“I’d rather go blind then to see you walk away from me, with another women. I never asked you to do that.”

“But it needed to be done Y/n, you can’t maintain me.”

“This isn’t my fault Neteyam please stop. I’m not doing anything wrong. I haven’t gotten overly friendly with anyone. Just stop.”

“Don’t talk to Ao’nung Y/n, I’m not asking you.”

“I don’t need you telling me it either. I have to remain mutual and respectful to everyone, even if it means speaking to them.”

“You will be disrespecting me-“

“Please, this is barley scratching the surface of what you’ve done to me. This relationship is business only. Isn’t that what you said? So then stick to your words. It stopped meaning anything to me the moment you started acting this way.”

She was lying, but she wanted to shoot a bullet at him just like he did to her. When she looked back at Neteyam she didn’t notice the pain flushing his eyes or that fact that his heart was beating rapidly, he truly hurt hearing her stand up to him. It hurt him to see that he can’t seem to keep her close and let her go. He knew though, he still had her…even if it meant she was speaking back.

Later on in the night when it was time to eat, Y/n made sure to start a conversation with Tuk to make sure she was settling in well. Tuk pulled her arm to sit with her and Y/n did. Kiri quickly sat next to Y/n sensing something was wrong with her. This left Neteyam to sit in front of her, though Y/n didn’t even bat an eye at him.

“Did you see all the fishes down there Y/n?!”

“Oh I did Tuk! They were beautiful!!”

Jake had interrupted their conversation discussing the clan and asking how the children were treating them.

“Ao’nung sucks and Tsireya is really nice.”

Lo’ak was clearly biased to Tsireya based on the way he was smiling so his opinion flew out the window in Jake’s eyes.

Everyone began speaking quickly and clashed their words together as Y/n watched trying to follow everyone’s words.

“Mmh I barley heard a thing anyone said…what about you Y/n how were they?”

Jake knew Y/n had a thing with words, she was descriptive and knew how to speak properly. She observed everything there was to a person.

“Tsireya was sweet, attentive while teaching and patient. Ao’nung was witty, quick to say something and less patient. Overall they are good people-“

“Please Y/n Ao’nung was the worst, maybe not to you!”

Lo’ak had spoken in a teasing voice, implying something he shouldn’t. Jake had shut down his youngest teasing seeing it as a learning lesson

“It’s about being respectful. The face that you had while learning their ways probably didn’t help Ao’nungs remarks. Your face tells everything, Y/n knew how to behave.”

Neteyam grew silent only looking at Y/n and his food, quietly pushing for her to say more.

“Yes correct, this isn’t our home yet..but we must learn their ways with a positive attitude.”

The tension felt visible to the couple sitting across from each other and it continued when Y/n looked up at Neteyam after saying the statement.

She got up attempting to remain calm, picking up her meal and placing it to the side. After cleaning up and paying her respects she resided off to the side not facing Neteyam if he were to sleep on her hammock…

There it is that dip of him crawling back to my bed, enraging me over and over again without a care in the world that he hurt me.

*💕*

remember that this isn’t a for sure series, it’s definitely not perfect either I’m just trying to get into the groove of things again :))

[madelynraemunson]

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(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

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𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ ONLY! MINORS DON’T YOU DARE I AM INSIDE YOUR HOME

Chapter 004: The Eddie Stop

Everyone loves a parked car conversation. Eddie’s van is no castle by any means…but do a boss and his employee have to sit that close to each other?

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

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warnings & disclaimers — slow burn, mutual pining, profanities, sexual tension, marijuana use, SO MANY sexual innuendos, foot play, daddy kink, dirty talk, masturbation, touching, rubbing, talks of abuse, trauma, Eddie talking about “Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club”, suicide, overdose, reader’s trauma becoming her kink i.e slapping/hair pulling/choking, steddie x reader threesome kinda 🤭, sex dream, p in v smut, unprotected sex, deepthroating, double penetration, idk what else I’m missing so here’s a PSA from Murray

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And then there were two.

“You better stop that thing you’re doing. I’m telling you, I ain’t lying.”

For the owner of a very successful strip club, you would think Eddie had a...fancier car. But there is beauty in humble beginnings. In fact, you can tell a lot about him from the ketchup stain by the window, empty coffee tumblers on the floor that need washing, crinkled up band posters — along with MORE PAPERWORK — and the tattered leather seats held together by the sheer grit of duct tape. A Porsche would just conceal who Eddie Munson is.

And Eddie’s the coolest boss you’ve ever had. In the safest town you’ve ever been in.

“Hawkins gets pretty quiet after 1 AM,” you observe. Despite being the blasted one, it’s you who’s attempting to break the silence.

You glance out the window, watching the scenery of the Bible Belt town you've grown to romanticize flash by like developing film.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “If you’re looking for nightlife, you’ve come to the wrong place.”

Eddie approaches a four way intersection and stops too late. He does it for a short time too, stepping on the gas pedal not even a second later.

He peers over at you to see if you caught it.

“Sorry if I’m being a crazy driver,” Eddie apologizes. “If the street’s empty I’m only stopping for like... a millisecond. If at all.”

You snort. “You’re fine. We call that a ‘California stop’ back home.”

“You wanna see an ‘Eddie stop’?”

You turn to him. He’s just staring at you and smiling, a look of mischief creeping its way to the surface.

“What’s that?”

SLAM. You shoot forward in your seat the moment Eddie’s foot meets the brakes. A surprised gasp from you fills the air while Eddie joins in with a loud cackle. You glare at him, a frantic hand clutched to your chest.

“What the FUCK!”

“That’s an ‘Eddie stop’,” Eddie explains between laughter.

SLAM! He does it again.

“Eddie, stop!” you plead.

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” he chuckles.

You realize his play on words and shove him.

“Ow,” he remarks with sass, hand reaching over to rub where you pushed him. “Feisty.”

"Yeah? Well, don't dish out what you can't handle."

You cross your arms and jokingly turn your torso in the other direction. Eddie is amused at this, proceeding to poke fun at you while he still can.

"Hmm. Hm hm," he laughs with his pursed lips. "For someone who can't hang, you're one to talk."

You’re still intoxicated. Nothing is leaving your system any time soon, it appears.

It all starts to feel like a dream. You thoroughly enjoyed yourself after a fun night out with friends. There is no angry brother waiting for you at home, blowing up your phone until you walk through the door. And now you’re out on a post-curfew rendezvous with someone who is clearly off limits.

You’re living out your rebel dreams, riding into the night with Eddie. What a regular young adult takes for granted is something you’ve always dreamt about. It’s a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

“I can hang. It's just the edibles kicking in late, silly," you bubbly insist.

“Alright,” Eddie surrenders sarcastically. “Alright. Whatever gets you going…silly.”

You two proceed down the long, vacant road, humming along to Creedence Clearwater Revival and breaking the law with more California stops.

"It's a bummer we didn’t get to go bar-hopping,” you say. “That would've been fun.”

Eddie grimaces. “Eh. Drinking makes me feel gross. I’m more of a mary-jane guy if I do say so myself.”

“Clearly,” you jest.

A whole night dedicated to edibles? Hotboxing competitions with the line cook? Bongs and bowls happening to be everywhere this motherfucker tends to be at?

Eddie’s a walking marijuana leaf as far as you're concerned. Governor Holocomb's worst nightmare. You kick at the velvet bag that masked the huge glass bong sitting at your feet.

“I’m surprised they haven’t arrested your ass yet.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are," Eddie admits. "With all the shit I’ve done…”

The road begins to look familiar and you realize it’s because you’re almost back home. Tick, tick, tick, goes the turn signal as Eddie's GPS instructs him to make a left. A sigh escapes you. You don’t want to leave.

You want time to freeze exactly where it's at so you could spend it with the man who has been giving you butterflies — and the ‘fuck me’ eyes — all night long. To your own surprise, confidence overpowers you.

“Eddie,” you sit up. “Do you think you can stay with me for a bit?”

Your boss’s gaze hardens, a look of concern replacing his easy-going, playful demeanor.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, brows lifting gently in shock. “Yeah... I’ll stay with you."

Eddie makes a turn away from your street and finds a curb to park against. You tap your feet, anxious that he actually followed through. The sound of his tires scraping across the gravel beat against your eardrums as reality sets in. Eddie shifts the gear from Drive to Park before wriggling his keys out from the ignition. The rumbling of the van engine ceases.

Eddie lassos his keys around his thick, long index finger, their jingles piercing through the quiet.

"You feeling alright?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “Just feeling pretty buzzed still.”

“You trying to get more buzzed?” he offers. “Or high?”

You look back over at him. Oh wipe that snarky grin off your face, Munson.

There's a pro to working evening shifts. You can sleep in until it's time to head off to work the next day. Judging by how the night was going, it is far from over. You and Eddie are just getting started.

“It depends...Are you trying to get more high?”

“Is that even a question?”

Before you know it, there's a small tin can with a few nuggets in it in Eddie's hand, followed by a small Altoid case that housed some rolling paper. Eddie places the two on his dash and then leans towards you to grab the bong sitting at your feet.

He undresses it from its cloak. His pride and joy glistens in the moonlight.

“Hello, my darling,” he says to his bong. “You’re so pretty.” Eddie turns to you. “I’ve got nowhere to be, so you bet I’ll be usin’ the hell outta her tonight. No pressure though, Hargrove.”

You shrug. “I'm down to get lit for a bit longer."

"You a joint girl or do you prefer bongs?"

"Either or. Why not both?"

There’s a gleam in his eyes. "I like how you think."

Eddie situates the large bong between his legs, propping it up with his knees. He then reaches for the tin can filled with nuggets. Picking off the bits one by one to accommodate the tiny bowl, he tucks them neatly into the small round outlet. Eddie does it with such ease. Like it's second nature.

Finally, Eddie hovers the lighter over the bowl and gestures for you to inch closer. The placement of the bong remains the same. And judging by the look on Eddie’s face, he doesn’t intend on moving it.

"Ladies first."

So you hoist yourself over across Eddie’s center console and position yourself near his lap. Staring up at Eddie with curious eyes, you ask him,

"Am I good?"

"You're good," Eddie confirms, holding your hair back while you lean over against him. “All yours, babygirl.”

After getting the green light, you bend down further to attach your lips to the mouthpiece of the bong. With the flick of the lighter, Eddie ignites the bowl and you suck in. You and Eddie eye its neck steadily, watching as the chamber fills with smoke.

Eddie slowly starts to remove the bowl. Fear sets in as the bubbles seem to draw on for an eternity. It feels like it'll never end. You're inhaling too much.

When you feel the first kick to your chest, you shoot upwards and exhale. But the smoke got you good. Before you know it, you’re coughing and hacking and grasping for air, clutching onto Eddie’s flannel for support as you try to clear.

"That's right, baby," Eddie soothes you. "Let it out. Clear it, clear it, clear it."

“I’m-” you cough. “I’m t—trying.” A few more good coughs and you’re done. “WOOO.”

Eddie’s laughing at you like it’s cute. The grip he has on your hair loosens and soon your locks fall in front of your face once more. You keep them there to mask your tears. How embarrassing.

"Damn,” he comments. “You choked out.”

Your stomach dances. You think about what he said earlier in the club about his kinks.

"Yeah, I s-sure did-" you choke again, fleshing out your last set of coughs as Eddie pats your back.

The tears trickle down your face as you struggle to self-regulate. You quickly wipe them away.

"You okay?' he asks again, this time gently, sincerely. Angelically. He starts playing with the ends of your hair.

You nod with a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You want more, hun? Can you handle more?"

You nod again.

"Yeah," you sniff. "I can handle more."

"Alright," he grins.

Bowing your head down once again, you reattach your lips to the mouthpiece. As you're inhaling, Eddie tilts his head upwards to prevent any smoke from getting in his face. You look up at him.

What a sight, your internal monologue gushes. He must look like this when he's getting a...

"There we go, Shy Girl” he hums. "Just like that..."

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“It’s alright. I said it’s alright. Take anything you want from me. Fly high, little wing.”

“So my driving really doesn’t scare you, huh?”

Eddie is taking ginormous rips out of his bong. You, on the other hand, have settled for rolling joints instead.

“Not nearly as much as my brother,” you shrug. “He drives like a maniac. Him and his stupid Camaro.”

You think about the time you and Billy got into an argument about lunch. Out of all things.

Billy had asked something SO obvious. You couldn’t help but respond sarcastically. He stomped on the gas before you knew it, propelling you both across the residential street at 90 MPH. It was scariest you’ve ever seen him. The first instance where he toyed with both your lives and didn’t seem to care.

You try not to shake in front of Eddie. Luckily, he was too busy laughing to notice.

“A Camaro?” Eddie belts. “That’s just about the douchiest, California Chad type shit I’ve ever heard.”

You agree. “Yeah. Douchey is pretty on brand for someone like Billy.”

You fall silent as you continue to roll. Eddie peers over at you and takes note of your newfound seriousness.

You position your body towards him to ensure him it wasn't something he did, and make sure he knows it by the way you relax your legs across his lap. He inhales abruptly at the extra step you took.

"I take it you guys don't get along."

"Billy and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment,” you mumble. “Part of why I'm here.”

“Your brother right?” he questions rhetorically.

“Yeah, my twin brother.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie mutters. “So you guys went from being essentially telepathic to... no contact at all.”

“Precisely.”

You glide your tongue up, down, and around along the rolled joint to ensure that it sticks. When it's sealed shut, you set it down to start rolling the next one. Eddie stares at you.

“Fuck…” you hear him mutter.

“Sorry?”

You try to act clueless, but even stoned out of your mind, you know exactly what you're doing.

“Uh, that’s rough,” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you say. “As much as I love Billy, I just think it’s best we’re not in each other’s lives. We bring out the worst in each other.”

“I can say the same about me and my brothers,” Eddie agrees. “And my dad. They’re always asking me for money. Or for me to be an accomplice for their stupid, dangerous schemes. I got my own shit to handle.”

“And your mom?”

Eddie falls silent.

“She died when I was 14,” his voice softens. “I was the one who found her.”

Your chest aches as you marinate in that very, very familiar wound. It seems like just yesterday you and Billy were in Eddie's shoes.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter. “Billy found our mom when we were 13. Alcohol poisoning and overdosed on pain killers.”

“Wow…” Eddie is stunned. “OD for mine as well. But heroine. She was an addict. Married her dealer and abuser... my old man.”

"Our dad was abusive too," you sympathize. "Well, is. He's still alive, but he and his new wife up and left when my stepsister turned 16. To who knows where. Billy was her guardian up until her b-day last week.”

You roll your next blunt and lick again. Eddie continues to eye you like a hawk, fixing how he was sitting in the driver's seat as he did.

You continue telling him everything you told your Zoom psychiatrist. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.

Billy was nice. Now he’s not. Blah blah. Sue, Max’s mom, was Dad’s mistress. The idea of it consumed Mom just as much as Dad’s beatings did. When Billy found her, she was on the bathroom floor surrounded by empty bottles of whiskey and painkillers. Aside from you, Mom was his best friend. His biggest supporter. And Dad took that away.

Eddie’s grazing turns into rubbing. He squeezes your calf.

"Our moms died when we were around the same age," he speaks up, attempting to do the mental math. "That puts us in '08, which is around the time of..."

"The Recession," you finished for him. "Yup. Mom also lost her job which meant she was now fully dependent on our dad."

"She was stuck with that piece of shit no matter what," Eddie huffs. "And no matter where she turned, she wouldn't be safe."

You nod, staring off into the distance. "Billy wanted to go with her.”

Eddie gives you a pained look, sighing deeply as he took it in.

“But I told him I would hate him forever if he dared. So he stayed."

You swallow hard.

“Baby-” Eddie speaks.

"I hate him, still..." you choke back tears. "But I'm glad it's just because I think he's an asshole. He's my whole world."

"But you can't be in each other's lives."

"But we can't be in each other's lives."

"Love from afar kinda thing," Eddie mumbles.

"Exactly," your voice is at a whisper now. "I can never be mad at Mom though, for taking the easy way out. I wouldn't know what the fuck to do if I were in her shoes."

"I'm really sorry, Hargrove." Eddie says. "It seems like you lost more than your mom."

"I'm sorry for your loss too," you reply.

Silence lingers. Eddie continues to touch you. You love how handsy he is tonight. His touch brings you calm. Made you feel looked after. Protected. Cherished.

“I like listening to you talk,” Eddie soothes you.

You smile. “Did we just turn this into a therapy session?”

“Looks like we did,” he chuckles softly. Eddie raises a toast with the foggy, smoked-out bong in his hand. "To the Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club."

You hold up your lopsided joint.

"To the Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club," you repeat after him. "And to the brothers we don't speak to anymore."

"Can't forget that shit," he says. "To the brothers we don't speak to anymore."

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“I want you so bad, it’s driving me mad.”

The night continues on a lighter, flirtier note.

“What’s your love language?” Eddie asks you.

“Acts of service.”

“Mmm.”

“Not like that.”

“I know, I’m just fucking with you,” Eddie winks. “Makes sense though. I see it.”

“What’s yours?”

“Physical touch.”

You look down at your feet, still laid out across Eddie’s lap. A few moments ago he just wrapped up giving you a foot massage after convincing you that you were free to take your heels off.

“Acts of service as well,” Eddie smiles. “It’s 50/50.”

“I can tell,” you say.

“Yeah? How so?”

You run a foot across Eddie’s thigh, watching in amusement as his blinking quickens. He bites his lip and hums.

“I can just tell,” is what you end up saying.

“You can just tell?” Eddie bites his lip. “No other way of knowing?”

“Nope,” you giggle, gliding your foot to the inner part of his thigh. “Just a wild guess.”

Your feet do a little dance on Eddie. He tries to tickle you but you pull away.

“I think Steve’s is acts of service too,” you add. “And gift giving.”

“Nailed it,” Eddie confirms with a nod. “Harrington loves providing. Daddy Steve.”

He smirks at you when he says that. With the info you retained at Hellfire, it’s impossible to think what he’s saying isn’t an innuendo. Your foot being just inches away from his dick didn’t help the case either.

“Daddy Steve,” you echo him. “Yeah, I can tell he loves taking care of people he cares about.”

“It didn’t always used to be that way,” Eddie points out. “I used to think he was an asshat.”

“Then what happened?”

“Nancy Wheeler happened.”

The mood darkens.

“Damn…” you mutter. “It always boils down to House Mom.”

“Because it’s true,” Eddie insists. “Steve was a self-absorbed prick in high school. Then he dated Wheeler senior year. On and off. Something changed in him, when they were done for good.”

Eddie readjusts himself in his seat. You adjust yourself with him.

“It was like…” he proceeds. “Steve realized that there was more beyond himself and wanted to be a part of this greater good. It wasn’t until he started working at the bowling alley I used to frequent that I realized that he’s a pretty decent guy.”

“Like everything’s one big redemption arc for him,” you state.

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“He worked at the bowling alley?”

“He’s worked everywhere,” Eddie laughs. “Dude had so many side quests and jobs. It’s gotten to the point to where I start to wonder where he hasn’t worked.”

“Hellfire,” you point out.

“Yeah, Hellfire,” Eddie nods. “Kinda wish he did. Maybe then I can get a day off…”

“What would you do on your day off?”

“Take you out to lunch finally.”

Your gazes fixate on each other. Eddie’s cheeks turn a red hue in the moonlight, the streetlight you guys were parked under illuminating it further.

The cheeky grin on his face vanishes quickly, the moment he disengages his eye contact with you.

"Yeah, Steve... Steve's a good guy," Eddie gulps. He stares down at his lap. Touches your legs again. "One of the greatest friends I've ever had in my life."

“Mhm…”

“And now he’s my boyfriend,” he teases you with a wink.

You tsk. “Be for real.”

“Nah, I’m just playing — he’s actually my husband,” he jokes again. “And you’re just a pretty lil thing of his on the side.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“That’s what you got from that?”

“Who am I to get in the way of your marriage?”

“It makes things complicated between the three of us, that’s for sure.”

There’s a hint of truth in that sentence. You can tell by the way Eddie refuses to look you in the eyes again. For someone who is intentional with his eye contact, him not wanting to look your way when he says that makes it look suspicious.

Eddie cuts it with the jokes and starts up again.

“But yeah, I think you’re pretty.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you respond, drawing circles onto his inner thigh now with your feet. You do it slower. Then deeper. Clockwise then counter.

“That’s it.”

Finally, he hoists your legs off of him. To your surprise, it’s Eddie now that’s crawling towards you, closing up the space there was between you two. Now you and him are both just a thumb-width apart, faces lingering. The hunger is back.

You feel Eddie’s warm breath against you.

“I’d say a hell of a lot more about you,” Eddie adds. “But I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“That’s new,” you quip. “For as long as I’ve known you, you always gave off rebel vibes.”

“I’m trying to be good.”

“You’re failing miserably.”

You both look down at Eddie hand that is now resting at your waist. He laughs through his nose, pulling you closer to him.

“Touché.”

With his available hand, he strokes your hair, tucking a strand behind your ears. His fingers explore your cheek and take a detour to your plump lips, hovering around them as you part them slightly.

“You have no idea how hard I’ve tried to not cross any boundaries tonight,” Eddie admits. “To not get any closer to you.”

“Why not?” you whisper.

"I don't wanna ruin whatever you and Harrington have going on…”

"We're just fuck buddies," you insist. “Swear.”

Steve wouldn’t care. You know he wouldn’t. He was the one who even said that you both should give Eddie a little show. Besides, you already know it’ll be a long while until he’s officially over Nancy.

"Of course," Eddie huffs.

"Why?" you raise an eyebrow as you breathe in his face. "Are you jealous?"

"Well when you sound the way you did this morning, how could I not be?"

There it was.

The confirmation of what you already suspected closes in on you and you feel yourself shrink. Eddie enjoys the sight of it, the sight of Shy Girl growing tense just by the way he speaks to you. His fingers dance up your arm before he starts to rub your back.

“And the way you looked the day you gave Steve that private show…” he strains. “It’s like you were made for me and only me.”

“Eddie…” you moan.

“Do you know what it was like? Hm?” Eddie demands. He’s hot against your cheek now. “Touching myself, getting myself off in the bathroom to the sound of your moans? Knowing full well you were getting your back blown out just a wall over?”

You whimper as he continues to hover, the ache of wanting to be touched and destroyed by him gnawing at your soul.

“Gettin’ all dumb for me already?” Eddie taunts you when you don’t speak. “I haven’t even fucked your brains out yet.”

“Just still a little high that’s all.”

That snaps something back into Eddie. “Oh… right.”

You hear his keys jingle again before Eddie turns them back into the ignition. His headlights flash on and soon he shifts the gears back to drive. Away from the curb and back to your place you go.

Your stomach sinks.

“What are you doing?”

“Not this!” Eddie refuses. “Not when you’re not sober.”

“Eddie!” you start to regret ever saying anything. “Come on, I’m fine. I want you.”

“Yeah, well that’s another thing in my doctrine,” Eddie sighs. “I can’t mess with a lady under the influence. I don’t roll that way.”

He routes his GPS back to your place.

“I hate when you’re respectful,” you joust, crossing your arms in retaliation.

He laughs.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he says to you. “Next time you’re at work, I’m gonna be disrespectful as fuck.”

The night ends there and Eddie drops you off. He makes sure you get inside safely before driving away. Sadness sets in as the drugs and alcohol wear off. You drag your feet along as sneak your way into you and Max’s room.

You dream of Eddie that night. Him and Steve.

You’re in a private show room at Hellfire with the two Adonises after your heart. Steve’s destroying your pussy again, ramming into you at an intense speed while Eddie fucks himself into your mouth, his warm, sweet precum mixing with your saliva to fill your mouth to the brim.

A moan escapes you every single time Eddie hits the back of your throat.

“That’s right, baby,” Eddie coos. “Don’t be shy. C’mon, take me.”

You try not to scream as you dig your nails into his skin. Tears are streaming down your face as Eddie and Steve abuse your holes, the stimuli from both nearing you towards your climax.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Steve growls pulling you by your hair. “Taking two cocks at the same time like a champ, hm?”

Eddie releases you from his grip, allowing you to come back up for air. You spit the remnants of him back onto his long and girthy cock, stroking him while you gave your jaw a rest.

“Y-yes,” you choke out, arching your back to maximize the sensation of Steve’s thrusts. “I’m being so good.”

You beg for Steve to fuck you harder. Steve and Eddie look to each other and smirk, pleased that you even want to be challenged.

“Harrington’s got you, don’t you worry,” Eddie assures you. “On your back sweetheart.”

Steve pulls out and lets you use him as support. When you’re on your back, he grabs his cock again, stroking himself before lining himself at your tight little asshole.

“I’m gonna let you know when I go in, babe, okay?” he whispers to you, smothering your neck with kisses.

“Okay,” you nod sheepishly.

Eddie kneels down and lines himself up at your dripping cunt, kissing you on the mouth before inserting himself into you.

You let out a silent gasp as he maneuvers his way in, stretching you out even further than Steve already did.

“Oh my god,” you cry.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans, hand flying over your throat to wrap itself around you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

Then Steve starts letting himself in. He pumps into you slowly, not proceeding until you start adjusting to his length. You lay there in complete bliss, allowing them both to have their way.

“Good job, angel,” Steve cheers you on. “Being so good for us. So fucking tight…”

The speed of their thrusts are agonizingly slow. You tap them both on the arm to let them know they can speed up. They resist at first, attempting to make sure it’s really want you want.

“Please,” you whine. “I want it now, please.”

Eddie’s gaze turns grim. “Whatever you say.”

SMACK! You whimper as Eddie swats your bouncing tits and pistons into you deeper, faster. Steve meets Eddie where he’s at, picking up the pace from underneath you, holding your hips still for extra leverage.

“SHIT!” you squeal. “Y-yes, yes, right there. Don’t fucking stop!”

Three more pumps and they both hit that special spot. You start to shake as your core tightens. It feels too fucking good.

“Dirty fucking whore,” Eddie spits at you while you cry out in pleasure. “There’s no running away now baby, this is what you wanted.”

Slapping. Biting. Choking. Hair-pulling. Name-calling. Spitting. You wanted it all.

“FUCK!” you wail. “I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

“Let it out, baby,” Eddie encourages you. “Let it out. Make a mess on both of us, there you go.”

That sentence is enough to send you over the edge. Your core is hot, walls twitching and aching.

“FUCK!” you scream one last time before —

“SIS!”

Max jolts you awake, shaking you by your shoulders.

“What? What?!” you shoot up in the bed.

“Are you okay?” Max pants. “You’re sweating like a pig.”

Now that’s a dream you didn’t ever wanna wake from. Reorienting yourself to your room, you find it hard to believe how real everything felt. You grip onto your sheets to make sure you’re really in your room.

“Yeah, I…” you stammer. “I…had a nightmare.”

“I can tell, you were making all kinds of noise in your sleep.”

Max scurries over to your dresser to retrieve your Hydroflask. She encourages you to hydrate yourself.

“I drank tonight,” you admit after a huge gulp of water. “Probably what caused it.”

“Makes sense,” Max nods, hands on her hips like a concerned mother. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just need a breather.”

You grab your phone and use the flashlight feature to navigate to the bathroom. As you’re peeing, you take a look at the two text messages waiting for you.

Steve Harrington 💋

Made it home lol

Sorry,passed out. Goodnight, beautiful ❤️

You text Steve goodnight before making your way over to the next text message. Eddie.

Eddie Boss

Sweet dreams. Silly.

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author’s note: the steddie threesome dream was inspired by this tiktok 🥵 foaming at the mouth tbh. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND THE DREAM THREESOME WITH STEVE & EDDIE! don’t worry, eddie x shy girl irl fuck fest smut is coming. some juicy shit has to go down first before we cross that bridge ;)

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NONSENSE | LN4 x Black! Reader

PART 1

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✧ Paring: Lando Norris x Streamer black!reader

✧ Face claim: Mainly aaanokk

✧ Warning: none... I think 🤔.

✧ Summary: In which reader is obnoxiously head over heels for a "fruity" man that wears orange.

✧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own nor know these people personally. I also do not claim this to be an accurate depiction of their character. 🥰

✧ A/N: I haven’t been on twitter in a WHILE so I’m really pulling these usernames out of my a*s 😭.

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"Hi.", you said shily. "I’m sorry if I came off too strong…"  "No worries!" He said with a chuckle. "I found it quite funny to be honest." "Hmm." You whispered looking away. "No! Really!" He laughed. "It was a good distraction from the shit season I’ve been having." You didn’t do too bad at Silverstone and Hungaroring. No?  "Yeah, but I don’t want to get too excited over 2 Good races. Spa was shit. Zandvort was also shit-" "I think p7 under these conditions is pretty good!" You said, interrupting him. You didn't know much about the sport yet but you had seen a lot of people saying that all over social media and you agreed! "Oh!" He said, giving you a surprised but amused look. "Didn’t you were that into F1." "I mean, I kinda have to if I’m into you. Don’t need people dragging me on social media because I think you’re cute but I don’t know what DRS means." "Do you?" He asked raising his eyebrow. Now... You in fact did not know what it meant, like okay Drag Reduction System but like, what does that even MEAN? Instead of replying you just glared at him, causing him to burst out laughing. He was about to say something but was cut off by someone in the background. He nodded at whatever the person was saying before setting his eyes back on you. "I have to go but I’ll text you to set up for our date." He said smiling at you. You smiled back, nodding, before registering what he had just said- "Date-?" "Bye!" "BYE?!" You screeched. This was all going so fast! He laughed and hung up.

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Part 2

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Pairings: Yunho × Y/N

Genre/tags: jealous bf, slice of life

Warning: Fluff, mention of violence and blood but not extreme

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words:

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: sorry havent written for a while. So this may not be as good or okay.

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While you were at your office getting ready to go home after a very... very tiring and long day, you suddenly received a phone call from Yeosang saying that there was an incident during the boys game.

He explained carefully to you what had happened. And you are stunned what and how it all happened.

"Thank you for telling me..." you tell Yeosang who is still on phone

"I figured he hasn't told you about it... knowing Yunho."

"Yeah... I have no freaking idea..." you say. You even sound disappointed coz how could you not notice. "How long has it been? I mean... when you all noticed this... and I don't..."

"Don't be hard on yourself. Yunho is good at hiding what he thinks and feels... we just know because we've known him for so long..."

"I know... but me being his girlfriend should be more... attentive..."

"Don't be hard on yourself. Just talk to him."

"Okay... I will... thank you."

"Okay... San and Seonghwa will drop him at your place."

"Okay..."

[End call]

****

The second you arrive at your place and getting out of the taxi, San and Seonghwa are parking by the curb. Seonghwa is driving Yunho's car while San is driving his SUV, where Yunho is at the moment.

Pretty sure, Yunho got an earful from San during the whole drive. Because out of everybody in their group he is the one who does not condone violence the most. Especially between their friendship group.

"Hi..." Seonghwa greets you as he shuts the door and presses the lock. "How are you?"

"Hmm..." you shrug.

He breathes out a small chuckle. "Yeah... who like to work late on a friday."

"Yeah... but atleast its the last overtime for this season." You say

"Glad to hear..." Seonghwa then hands you the key for Yunho's car. "But sorry that you have to deal with the aftermath." He adds referring to what had happened between Yunho and Mingi.

"I'll talk to him."

"Please do." Seonghwa puts both his hands inside his pockets. "It's just a misunderstanding... you know... boys..."

"It is." You sigh.

"This ends now okay?"

You and Seonghwa both hear San talking to Yunho with firmnesd as he assists him getting down the passenger seat.

"You two, are friends!" San adds

You watch your boyfriend get down quietly. He have a cut on the corner of his lips, a bleeding knee and knuckle. But you are glad its not as bad as you imagined. Coz you know how these boys fight if they have too.

"I can walk." He says in his lower register. Meaning he is still not in the mood. Though that didn't faze San from still standing by him in case Yunho shows struggle.

"He's fine. Physically." Seonghwa says to you. "He's just...."

"Not in the mood?" You finish his sentence

"Yeah..." Seonghwa pats you by the shoulder before you two go and approach the other two.

"We'll go now...." San says as he hands you Yunho's duffle bag.

"Thank you for bringing him here..." you say

"No problem." San smiles at you before his eyes goes to Yunho, who's already walking towards the door of your place. "Get well soon!" San yells

****

After Yunho's friend's left, you went inside and follow your boyfriend. He is limping but thats not what you worry about.

"Hey..." you put his bag down and yours while you follow him to the living room. "What happened?" You ask

"It's nothing..." he sigh as he sits down at the sofa, throwing his head back and eyes shut. "The game just got heated. That's all."

You then sit down next to him and observe. "I've been to your games before... this is not how intense you all play..." you begin. "Especially with your own teammates... your friends..." you add as you grab his hand to check his wound. "Talk to me..." you softly trail off

He slowly opens his eyes and stair at the ceiling. "I don't know what you want me to say..."

"Yunho..." you beg him. "Just tell me... or... do you want me to call Mingi and ask him?"

"No!" He then grabs your hand like you are about to leave even though you didn't even move an inch. "No... don't."

"Okay... so... will you tell me? Why you two fought?" He search for his face as he avoids eye contact with you. "Baby... please..."

He takes a deep breathe before he turns his head to look at you before looking down at your hand, the one he's holding.

"I was...." his thumb caresses your hand. "I am... jealous..."

"Jealous? What do you mean?"

His lifts his gaze to you. "I'm jealous of Mingi...."

"I don't understand what do--"

"I saw you two..." he cuts you off. "More than three times... this month..." he is struggling to get his words out. Like he can't believe what he's saying and accussing you off.

"You saw us...? And you... got... jealous?" You try to process what he's saying and trying to understand his perspective.

"You two were friends before 'us' happened." His grip on your hand got tighter. "You had a crush on him before... and...."

You move closer to your boyfriend and lean in to give him a reassuring smooch. "Mingi and I are friends... that's all." You cup his cheek and kiss him there as well. "And my crush on him... that was during gradeschool..."

"But... still..."

"You've known about this ever since we met... it was not an issue before..." you watch him look a bit down and embarassed now that he told you the reason. "Did I do something that made you feel this way?"

"Nothing...." he leans his back. "I just... I don't know... I'm not even sure why and how..."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

He looks at you. "Because I'm scared that if I contront you... you'll... leave me..." he mumble the last words as it hurts him to think that it is a possibility

"Why would I leave you? You're the man I love..."

"I know that... however... the two of you..."

"Yunho... Mingi and I work at the same company...so we are bound to see each other... but that's it."

"But I saw you two... outside work... you two look so happy..." he pouts, "he even bought you jewelry."

"Ahh... I see..."

You breathe a smile after he mentioned that one day you and Mingi went out.

"We did went out to get jewelry together... but it's not for me..." you give him another kiss on the lips. "And I asked Mingi for help..."

"Why him and not me?" He's frowning. "You know I have always have time for you... to help you and be with you..."

"I know, baby... but how can I ask you for help if it's for you..."

"Huh?"

You get up from the sofa and go over to where you left your bag. "Since... Mingi is your best friend... I had to ask him what are your preferences..."

You pull out a small box from your bag and nervously approach you boyfriend.

"I can't believe... I'm doing this now... when you're bleeding and being jealous over nothing..."

"I don't... understand..."

You stand in front of him, smiling and blushing a little while hiding the box behind you. "Jeong Yunho..."

He tenses a bit when you call out his full name. You don't usually call him that.

"W-why...?" Suddenly the serious tone in his voice disappears

"The reason why... Mingi and I... have been meeting or talking... more than the usual especislly this month... is because... he's been helping me... like I said..."

To his surprise, you slowly go down on your knees, smiling and then shows him the black velvet box.

"What's that?"

You take a deep breathe; excited to show him what inside and also nervous to actually say what you want to say.

"Yunho... my love..." you are nervously smiling. "Baby..." you open the box to reveal a silver band with a diamond on top. "Advance happy birthday... and... will you marry me?"

[haru-s-afterlife]

[KR Translation] AfterL!fe Drop Event Story

♡Disclaimer!♡ This post contains the unreleased event story from AfterL!fe.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ A winter’s day dream, SeolMong

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ From Chapter 1 - 2 ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

⋆❆⋆ Preview: The 14th department is suffering from extreme cold due to the climate in the otherworld. While everyone is having an equally hard day, Verine suffers from the flu and can barely fall asleep. However, in his dream, Verine discovers a secret to treat this cold….

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⋆❆⋆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 : 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

Verine: *cough cough*

[Due to the current abnormal climate beyond the underworld, severe cold waves have been plaguing daily life. Elderly people or people with weak health status are advised to refrain from going out, and pay special attention to maintaining their body temperature and their overall health.]

Quincy: “Ugh seriously! The sound of you coughing is so loud I’m gonna die!��

Verine: *Cough cough!* “It’s not like I want to cough either!” *cough cough*

Quincy: “Like this, this weakling is gonna pass his flu to me. I’ll have to change rooms or something!”

Verine: “Yeah yeah, you can move rooms as you wish-” *cough cough*

Quincy: “Oh? Even if I wasn’t allowed to, I would still do it!”

Verine: “Instead of being concerned that I got flu, he rather scolds me…..”

Verine: “I’ve been shut here for days and these moths…I’m so sick of it I can’t stand it.”

Verine: (....Let’s do some reading then.)

Mori: “Freeze! Why are you moving, Verine?”

Verine: “....Why I’m moving, you ask? Now I can’t even move freely in my own room?” *Cough cough cough!!!*

Mori: “Don’t tell me you’re coming my way?”

Verine: “....There’s a bookshelf behind you. I’m bored and wanna read some books but why are you-” *cough cough cough*

Mori: “Oops! Wait a second! I’ll first move to the other side and give you a sign, then come along, got it?”

Verine: “?!?!”

Mori: “Could you please keep a safe distance? Isn’t it too pitiful if I got the flu from you because we’re dormmates?”

Verine: “This really is annoying….”

Verine: “Forget it. I don’t even wanna read books anymore-” *cough cough cough*!!!

Verine: “Should I just disappear or something…”

Verine: (This is the worst….and the only person who truly cares for me is no one else but just Miss Manager- *cough cough!!* )

Verine: (But even she got sick and is resting….I’ve got no one now)

Even if I can’t open my eyes tomorrow, no one will care….

Because I’m useless no matter where I am anyway….

I wish I could just disappear like this

Verine: “Huh….where am I….”

Verine: “Ah..! The whole world is covered in snow….a dream?”

Everett: “How is it? Doesn’t your body feel much lighter?”

Verine: “Uh…who is this? Since you mentioned it, my body does indeed feel light.”

Verine: “I’m not even coughing…! I’m not even cold! What is happening?!”

Everett: “The effects of the ampoule appears immediately. People who used to be in poor health feel changes more quickly.”

Verine: “Ampoule?”

Everett: “Yes, it’s thanks to that ampoule you’re holding. With just one drop of this mysterious ampoule, you can overcome cold forever.”

Verine: “I can’t believe this…you’re saying it’s all because of this ampoule?”

Verine: (If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.)

Verine: “I only have painful memories of my life. Wherever I went, I was looked down upon as a nuisance….”

Verine: “Even if this is a foolish and vain anticipation, it is what it is.”

Verine: “I’ll do anything to not be in pain like I always do. That’s why please…help me.”

Everett: “Is that so? Then please remember that I shall call you from now on.”

Verine: “!!!”

*Ssuk- ssuk*

[T/N: dream sequence ends, back to dorm]

Mori: “Ugh….who is up this early in the morning….”

Mori: “....Mr. Verine…?”

Mori: “Is he planning to spend this month so diligently?”

Mori: (This is my first time seeing him with such a serious expression….What on earth is he planning?)

*Ssuk-*

Mori: “Hmm, this is the note Mr. Verine was writing this morning. No one’s here so it’s not bad for me to take a peek, right~”

Mori: “Huh? What is this…”

35, 22, 34….

I can’t remember the last number, what was it again….

If I find out, I’ll be free from this tedious pain

Mori: “A lottery number?...Did Mr. Verine dream of the right number coming out…?”

Mori: “Or is it about a treasure hidden since a long time….”

Mori: “Oh well...smells like money, smells like money.”

[T/N: scene switches to the portal room]

Verine: “Cough, should I just type it here….”

This location is not registered in the portal. Please verify and re-enter.

Verine: “Ugh….I don’t care. I’m going anyway.”

Verine: “I’m done with people who don’t consider me, it’s over! C’mon, c’mon!”

Beep!

The portal is open. Caution. Unverified forced action may be considered as policy violation and may result in disciplinary action.

Verine: “Phew….finally now….”

Mori: “Where are you heading in such a hurry, Mr. Verine?”

Verine: *!!Cough, cough, cough!!!*

Verine: “Ack- hey- you scared me” *cough cough cough!!!*

Mori: “Why are you so scared? You hiding some treasure somewhere?”

Mori: “You’ll be free from pain if you go there, huh….”

Verine: “You read my notes?” *cough!*

Heading towards unregistered destination. Countdown 3- 2- 1-

Mori: “Mr. Verine, I don’t think it’s the time to be angry with me, portal’s opening soon.”

Verine: “!!!”

*Sssing-*

Verine: *cough cough cough*

Verine: “Ahhh-”

*Verine passes out*

Mori: “Ah, Mr. Verine, wake up!”

Mori: “Sigh….as expected, it’s gonna be a lot of work.”

Mori: “Even so, gotta be patient for a while until he leads me to the treasure at least.”

⋆❆⋆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 : 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

Verine: “Ugh….*cough* my head…where am I….”

Verine: (Oh my! It’s the place I saw in my dreams….it really is a real place!)

Mori: “Are you back? You were asleep for a while there.”

Verine: “Mori…? You followed me to here?”

Mori: “Follow? Mr. Verine should be grateful to me. What would you have done if it weren’t for me? You’d be already eaten by monsters.”

Mori: “This Mori has come here unnoticed.”

Verine: “You really followed me just because you thought you might find some sort of treasure here?”

Mori: “I wonder what unfortunate things you’re saying? I simply came here because I was afraid Mr. Verine would be stranded alone in a foreign land.”

Verine: “Sure….like weren’t treating me like a contagious bacteria just because I was coughing.”

Verine: “.....Forget it, what’s with the white outfit? Even a hood on your head.”

Mori: “This? We were wearing this as soon as we arrived here. Everything changed. Like a protective color barrier.”

Verine: “Protective color?”

Verine: (Now that I think about it, even in my dream, I was wearing white clothes like this……)

Mori: “Look around, this whole place looks like it’s filled with snow entities. We have to protect ourselves here.”

Mori: “That’s why, tell me the real reason you came here, Mr. Verine.”

Mori: “You have to tell me your purpose so I can help you with all I can.”

Verine: “.....”

Verine: “....Ampoule.”

Verine: “It’s because of the ampoule.”

Mori: “Ampoule?”

Verine: “I saw it in my dreams. If I went to the location of this coordinates, I could get an ampoule that will keep me out of cold forever.”

Verine: “Mori, just what are you thinking….”

Mori: “That’s all?”

Verine: *cough cough* “What did you think it was then?”

Mori: “Aha….”

Mori: “No, it’s nothing….”

Mori: (Now that it has come to this, I guess I’ll have to wind up something with ampoules. It looks like a seasonal business, if this climate continues….the profits might not be bad.)

Verine: “What is that smile…creepy.”

*step step step*

Verine: “Slow down! Slow- *cough cough*”

Mori: “Are you afraid the monsters will notice you? If it weren’t for the coughing, it wouldn’t have been very noticeable.”

Verine: (Ugh, look at this. He acted like he was caring for me but after finding out it was simply because of ampoule, he immediately shows his true colors. Give me a break.)

Verine: “Seriously so insensitive.”

*step*

Mori: (The monster turned its head…!)

Verine: *cough cough cough*

Mori: “It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming.”

Snow monster: *roar*

Verine: *cough*

Mori: (!!Mr. Verine!!)

Snow Monster: “Who are you…I’ve never seen this face before…”

Mori: “Please, please, please…!”

Verine: “Oh, hello- *cough* we came from an ice cave in the far north.”

Verine: “We’re not here to harm you, just to ask for help….can you help us if you don’t mind?”

Mori: (No what the heck are you thinking reaching out to a literal monster?)

Snow Monster: “That….”

Mori: “He's still?”

Mori: “He grabbed his hands?”

Snow Monster: “You don’t look like a danger….good.”

Verine: “....Thanks, *cough cough*”

Mori: (Friends all of a sudden?)

Mori: (No wait..! Where is the monster he’s supposed to be?)

Verine: “...Then can you guide us the way to the ampoule?”

Snow Monster: “I understand. Follow me grr….”

Mori: “Mr. Verine, wouldn’t it be better if you tell me that you already saw this in your dreams?”

Mori: “Who knew there would be such a non-aggressive monster?”

Verine: “Just because there’s no aggression towards some people doesn’t mean it doesn’t hold any aggression at all *cough cough*”

Mori: “Hah, is this what they mean by monsters also discriminate?”

Mori: (Great. Since it has come to this, I have no choice but to make the monster join my side too. Cooking up such a one-dimensional monster is a piece of cake for this Mori.)

Mori: “Mr. monster? It seems fate has made us meet like this. So, let’s be close buddies from now on, okay?”

Snow Monster: “Grr…go way!”

Mori: “Ack-”

Mori: (He’s even gritting his teeth.)

Verine: (...I wonder if even monsters can sense someone’s real intention. Right, those true colors- *cough cough*)

Mori: “Uh….”

Snow Monster: “Here grr…..”

Verine: “Wow…it’s an ampoule tree…”

Mori: “Woah, it looks much dazzling than I thought, huh?”

Verine: “It’s blinding *cough cough*”

Everett: “Hello. I heard you were looking for this ampoule.”

Verine: (It’s the person from my dreams..!)

Verine: “Yes, that ampoule- *cough cough*”

Everett: “Now, take this.”

Verine: “....You’ll give it to us this easily? Not even knowing who we are?”

Mori: (What are you doing, Mr. Verine? Don’t just touch a suspicious thing.)

Everett: “However, you look pretty tired. Where did you come from?”

Verine: *cough cough* “We came from an ice cave from far north….”

Everett: (Hmm, as far as I know, there’s no one there?)

Everett: “Ah, is Mr. Elliot okay there? I heard he was involved in an accident some time ago, I don’t know if he even recovered well. What kind of accident was it…”

Verine: “....accident…”

Mori: “Ah~~ Yes, now that you said it, we haven’t seen Mr. Elliot in a while. We’ll let you know about him as soon as we get back.”

[T/N: oh my god this liar hahaha]

Verine: “...Well then, I’ll gratefully accept the ampoule.”

*Everett grabs Verine*

Everett: (Wait, these guys are outsiders.) Verine: “!!!! *cough cough cough* !!”

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Next parts are still in wip but i'll update as soon as i can ! sorry for disappearing and thank you to who are still here <3

[partypoisonzz]

i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) (gerard way x reader smut)

Kinktober Day 3: Glove/Hand Kink

Era: Danger Days (2010)

Reader Pronouns: None mentioned but Reader has AFAB anatomy.

Content:

- Glove/Hand Kink

- Domestic bliss 🥺

- Dom!Gerard... for most of it

- Degradation

Word Count: 3,629

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

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"What do you think?" 

You look up from your phone, taking in the sight of Gerard standing in front of you. At long last, his concept for his Party Poison costume has come to fruition. Months of sketches and reworking have culminated in this moment.

"Impressive," you say. And it truly is.

Your eyes scan over him, down and up and back again. There are the nice leather boots that go halfway up to his knees, the dark wash jeans, the customized blue jacket, emblazoned with the Dead Pegasus logo that he designed, the yellow plastic mask…

Your eyes travel back down to his hands and pause at the brown leather biker gloves.

"You really think so?"

You snap back to the present at the sound of Gerard's voice. You look back up at his face, alight with pride, and nod.

"Mmm-hmm. You look great, honey."

He does look great.

He looks so great that you can't stop thinking about it, even after the costume is put away and he's just your husband again. You're still ruminating over the getup hours later, and you don't know why.

Your thoughts are clouded as you go about the rest of your day. You feel guilty for only halfway-listening to Gerard's excited rambling about the upcoming album, as well as being completely checked out when you meet the rest of the guys for dinner. You only return to reality when Frank throws a crumpled-up napkin at you and hits you in the face, eliciting uproarious laughter from the rest of the table and stares from your fellow diners.

The haze hangs on until just before you crawl into bed.

You hear Gerard call to you from the bedroom as you wash your face. "Babe?"

You splash yourself with the cold water once more before turning off the faucet and reaching for a towel. "Yeah?"

He stays silent for a moment before posing his question. "You're okay, right?"

"I'm fine." You pat your face dry before tossing the towel into the hamper and turning off the bathroom light. Having completed your usual before-bed routine, you saunter into the bedroom and crawl into bed next to Gerard. "Why do you ask?"

Gerard closes his book and sits it on the nightstand. "I dunno," he says. "You just seem sort of... distant."

You sigh, stretching out your aching limbs. "I'm tired," you say. That's not a lie, either. "I know I don't have the right to complain, — you're the one doing all the work, after all, — but this whole album thing... The recording and the PR stuff and the music videos and getting ready for the tour..." You turn over on your side to face your husband.

"It's all getting real so fast," you tell him quietly. "In three weeks, you'll be out on the road again, and I'll still be right here."

For a while, Gerard doesn't say anything. He just stares at you in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He looks beautifully solemn, strands of his newly-dyed red hair falling over his eyes.

Finally, he breaks the silence. "C'mere."

He gently cups your cheek as you draw closer to him, pressing his lips to yours in a lazy kiss. You close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his mouth on yours, the way he's still close enough for the two of you to share body heat, the faint, lingering scent of his hair dye, the feeling of his thumb brushing across the side of your face...

Even when he pulls away, he keeps his hand there, softly caressing your skin. "Everything's gonna be alright," he assures you. "Being away from you won't be easy for me, either, but..." He presses a kiss against your forehead before resting his head against yours. "I'll come back like I always do. Plus, you've got me here right now."

You chuckle. "Thank God for that."

"Glad you see it my way." He nudges you lightly with his shoulder. "Want me to rub your back? Ease some of the tension?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Is this just a back rub, or a back rub with extra stuff?"

"Just a back rub." He pauses, appearing to think before tacking on an additional disclaimer. "Unless you want the extra stuff, of course."

You laugh. "Think I'll just go with the backrub for now," you say. "We'll see about tomorrow, though."

He nods. "Tomorrow. Got it." Another nudge. "Now, turn over."

Only when he starts massaging your tense shoulders does everything begin to fall into place.

You've always had a thing for Gerard's hands. How could you not, really? The way that he grips the microphone... His careful precision when he draws... How he alternates between soft and firm touch equally skillfully, as though it's absolutely nothing...

You can't help but look at his hands when he's completing everyday tasks. Oftentimes, your train of thought leads you to anticipate all the places those hands will wander later on. Even after a few years of marriage, you still find yourself turning away, face aflame.

Your mind flickers back to the gloves from earlier. Suddenly, everything makes perfect sense.

There's something about the way his hands look in those gloves. The cracked dark leather, concealing everything but his fingers and knuckles... Showcasing how his hands seem strong and delicate all at once...

You don't know why you didn't realize it sooner.

Try as you might not to allow yourself to obsess over this realization, the thought lingers in your mind. It's still there, even when Gerard falls asleep rubbing your back and you can barely keep your own eyes open.

For the millionth time since you first met your husband, a familiar thought pops into your mind.

Everything about him drives me insane, you think. He's gonna be the fucking death of me.

You sigh and turn over on your back, your own hand creeping into the waistband of your pajama pants.

-

A week or so later, you find yourself baking in the desert sunlight through the window of an old diner. Though you know you could logically blame the hellish climate of California in late July for the feverish feeling overtaking you, you know that you're sweating for an entirely different reason.

"Hey, babe. How's my ass look?"

You focus your attention on Gerard, who is currently turning slow circles in an attempt to properly show off the goods.

"As good as ever," you tell him.

"But is it good enough?" he presses. "It gets its own close-up, so it has to be in peak condition..."

"Your ass is always in peak condition," you cut him off. "Then again, I am married to you, so maybe I'm biased."

You grab a magazine off the table and flip it open, attempting to distract yourself. As it stands, you want to jump his bones, right here, right now. Discussing the premium quality of his ass isn't helping.

You wrinkle your nose as you open to a spread in the middle of the volume. "Ew," you laugh. "I didn't intend on seeing Simba and Nala uncut, but okay..."

"Lemme see." Gerard swipes the magazine out of your hands as he slides into the booth next to you. You watch him flip the pages of the magazine, slow and deliberate, and feel the blood rushing to your face again.

He chuckles. "Oh, yeah. This whole thing is a gag for the video. Only the perviest shit that National Geographic has ever had to offer." He places the magazine back down on the table. "Mikey's gonna be the one reading it, of course." He snorts. "Poor kid. I can never make him suffer enough..."

You can never make me suffer enough, you think. You manage to bite your tongue before the thought slips out. That would kind of be a jarring thing to tell your husband unprompted.

You startle back to the present moment when you feel Gerard's fingers drumming against your thigh.

"Hey." He gives you a gentle smile. "What're you thinking about, huh?"

The honest answer runs through your mind. In fact, it damn near passes your lips.

Your hands, you want to say. More specifically, how they would feel wrapped around my hips if you just threw me onto this table and blew my back out.

The door swings open, ensuring that you don't put this idea out in the open. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Mikey says. "But we just got back from our lunch break. Probably should get as much filming as we can in before the sun goes down."

You offer Gerard a shaky smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, Mr. Director. Back to work."

"Right." He returns to his feet. You stand up and brush yourself off, sauntering towards the fridge for a soda.

Just when you think he's about to step into the blazing midsummer afternoon, Gerard speaks up again. "Hang on a minute," he calls to Mikey.

The next thing you know, his hands are on your waist, pulling you towards him.

You try not to tense up, — it's a purely innocent touch, for God's sake, — but it's kind of difficult when he fucking squeezes your waist while he kisses you. 

"Love you," he tells you when he pulls away. "See you in a little bit."

He turns on his heel and follows his brother outside without any idea that such a slight touch has left you weak in the knees.

-

A little over an hour later, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You immediately answer it upon seeing Gerard's name flash across the screen. "Hello?"

"My trailer's open, if you wanna swing on by." You can hear the sly grin in his voice. "Just you, me, some drinks, and the air conditioner."

Though you roll your eyes, a smile surfaces on your face in response to his proposition. "I'll be right there. Just gimme one sec."

A few minutes later, you're pushing the trailer door open and climbing inside. "Another break?" you ask as you close the door behind you. "You just took your lunch, like, an hour and a half ago..."

"Yeah, but more pressing matters came up." Gerard abandons his spot on the cushioned chair next to the window to meet you by the door. He reaches behind you to fasten the lock before cupping your face in his hands.

You stiffen as your eyes connect with his. His lips curl up just slightly, but it isn't the glowing smile that he was giving you earlier.

You think he's going to kiss you, but he doesn't.

"I saw how you were looking at me earlier," he says, his voice low.

You attempt to swallow the lump building in your throat. Though the anticipation of what might happen next twists your stomach into eager knots, you know it's not out of your realm to sass back.

"Yeah? So I thought you looked good." You shrug, trying to play it off as though your heart isn't running wild in your chest. "Sue me."

His grip tightens around your jaw. "Don't you know how to ask for what you want, sugar?" he asks. "You can't just spell it out for me all the time. It gets tiring."

He presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back eagerly as his tongue runs over yours, grabbing fistfuls of the fabric of his shirt. You hear him let out a low groan before he pushes you back into the wall.

"Fuckin' tell me," he orders. "Use that pretty little mouth of yours."

A whine climbs up your throat before you oblige him. "Your hands."

"My hands?" He raises his eyebrows, looking at you as though the conversation just took a completely unexpected turn.

You know better than that.

He absolutely knows. Maybe he's known all along.

Still, he asks: "What about my hands, sugar?"

"You know that I've always liked your hands," you say. "I love the way they look, all strong but so... pretty. Love the way they feel when you touch me." You swallow hard once again before continuing. "But the gloves. Jesus Christ, Gerard... I don't know what it is, but those gloves are so fucking hot..."

"You like the gloves, huh?" He huffs out a laugh. "Should've just said so." He holds his hand in front of your face before giving you another command. "Open your mouth, baby."

You obey him without question.

He doesn't have to ask you to suck the two fingers that he plunges into your mouth. You do it automatically, your tongue running slowly over his skin.

He draws in a sharp breath. "I didn't know you had such an oral fixation. Could've made good on that a long time ago..."

You pull off of his fingers with a pop. "I don't usually," you say. "It's just... well... your hands..."

He chuckles. "Like sucking on my fingers, sugar?" he asks. "That's cute. Such a good little slut for me."

The degrading nickname elicits another pathetic whine from you. "Please," you beg. You aren't entirely sure what you're even asking for. You just know that you want, — need, — more from him.

"Please what?" he asks. "Use your words, baby."

"I don't care what you do to me," you tell him. "Just as long as you use your hands. And don't take the gloves off."

He laughs openly now. He sounds a little maniacal, a little mean, but that only makes you wetter. "You're so desperate," he comments. "It's fucking adorable."

He snaps his fingers before pointing to the chair in the corner. "Sit."

Wordlessly, you walk over to the chair and take a seat.

He smiles before sinking to his knees. You shift as he undoes the button and zipper of your jeans and pulls them down your legs. "Needy little whore," he remarks. "Losing your fucking mind over the slightest bit of touch..."

You let out a broken moan as soon as the leather of the gloves meets the skin of your bare thigh, proving his point.

He barks out another harsh laugh. "Holy shit," he says. "You'd think you hadn't been touched in years."

At this point, the part of your brain that generates rebuttals has turned completely off. You roll your hips up into nothing, more pleas falling from your lips. "Gerard... Please..."

Gerard doesn't react to your begging, his face set in concentration. "If you go crazy for my hand on your leg, I wonder what you'll do if I move it..." His fingers climb up your thigh slowly. "Up here?"

You moan as his fingers lightly brush over the front of your panties.

He's so close to where you need him, but...

Not quite.

He pulls his hand back with a self-satisfied grin. "Even better than I thought," he says. "Now, how about..." His fingers hook under the edge of the fabric, pulling the underwear down. "This?"

Another whimper of affirmation as you throw your head back.

"Good." His hand starts climbing up your inner thigh again. You know there's probably going to be a wet spot on the chair by the time you stand up. "What about now?"

Your knees buckle as his fingers finally brush over your exposed pussy. "God, yes," you gasp.

"Yeah," Gerard says. "That's what I thought."

Just like that, all the teasing comes to an abrupt halt. He shoves the same two fingers that he put in your mouth earlier inside of you. You cry out, grinding your hips into his hand.

"Look at you. Fucking yourself on my hand." His voice drips with pride, — as well as arousal, judging by the groan that follows soon after. "Fuck, baby. That's so hot. Wish you could fucking see yourself, the way I'm seeing you right now."

Though part of you worries it will all be too much, you look down at him, taking in the genuinely awestruck expression on his face.

If the past few years that you've spent with him have taught you one thing, it's that Gerard is really no good at being dominant.

Well, he's technically good at it. He knows how to talk dirty, how to fuck you until your entire body feels like it's coming unwound, how to make you come over and over again.

The thing is that, no matter how many times he calls you names or pulls your hair or marks you up with hickies and bruises, he just can't keep the mask from falling. Which is remarkable, considering he can be quite the actor.

No matter how intense things get, you always catch him just looking at you at some point, eyes brimming with love.

God, if that doesn't make you weaker than anything else.

You can barely look at him right now. He's so fucking pretty, — sunlight illuminating his neon hair like a halo, his eyes shining green-gold beneath the rays as he looks up at you. You could count the freckles across the bridge of his nose, write poems about the way his eyelashes flutter across his cheeks when he blinks.

But then he picks up the pace, and you remember that he's fingering you in his trailer while he's supposed to be working.

It isn't the most poetic representation of romance, for sure.

Not that you're complaining.

You taste blood from your lower lip as he curls his fingers upwards, pressing hard against your front wall. His fingers are long enough to hit all the right places. Even better, he knows your body like the back of his hand. (Ha-fucking-ha.) He knows exactly what he's doing.

He pumps his fingers in and out, going knuckle deep before repeating the process. The leather of the gloves brushes against your inner thigh, only intensifying the sensation.

It's borderline overwhelming. And still, you tell him...

"More," you manage. "Please. I need more."

"Don't have to tell me twice, sugar." He brings his other hand up, pressing his thumb against your clit.

You begin to feel dizzy as he rubs tight circles around the bundle of nerves, still thrusting his fingers into you all the while. Heat pools between your legs, your building orgasm creating the feeling of flames licking between your hips.

"I can't..." you pant. "Can't hold on anymore, oh my God..."

At that, Gerard pulls his fingers out all the way. You whimper at the loss just before he pushes them in again, meeting absolutely no resistance.

You feel yourself tightening up, clamping down on him as you let out a cry that just barely drowns out his desperate gasp.

Your back arches as you come and come and come. It's intense, — the most intense orgasm you've had in a long while. You swear that it's never going to end. When it finally does, you let out a bewildered laugh.

"Holy shit," you huff. "That was fucking incredible."

Gerard simply hums in agreement before licking his fingers clean.

You idly swat at him. "Gross," you chastise him. "I mean... hot, but gross."

He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a smile. "You know you love it."

You would have to be a liar to deny that.

"Yeah," you admit. "I do."

You nudge him lightly with your leg. "Now, get up. You've got a music video to finish."

He laughs as he stands up. "Bold of you to be bossing me around after I just made you come like that." 

"Mmm... It's my turn now." You pull your pants back up before rising on still-trembling legs.

You can't help but notice the tenting of his skinny jeans when you lean in to kiss him. You close your eyes, relishing the taste of yourself on his tongue. You only pull away when he moans into your mouth. 

"I'm getting you back when we go home," you declare. 

Despite his panting breaths, the crooked smile on Gerard's face tells you that he takes this as a challenge. "Oh, yeah?"

"Absolutely." You walk towards the door, lingering in the entranceway for just a moment. "I'm giving you one condition right now," you finally say. 

Gerard trails behind you. Despite his earlier dominance, he's right back to following you like a lost puppy. "And what would that be?" 

You can't help but smile slyly. God, he's into this. "Let me try on the gloves." When he's close enough, you pull him close to you, kissing him hard again before pulling back to whisper in his ear. "Maybe I'll jerk you off while I'm wearing them."

His breath hitches as your lips travel downwards, settling against the side of his neck. "Fuck," he mutters as you suck at a particularly sensitive spot.

"Mmm-hmm." You pull back with a quiet giggle, elbowing him in the side playfully. "Get back to work now. For real."

You mentally pat yourself on the back as his voice takes on a whiny tone. "But, babe..."

"Later." Stern as it is, your voice holds a promise that you'll make good on your word.

Clearly, it's enough to make Gerard listen to you. As he reaches for the doorknob, you give his ass a quick grope.

He makes a quiet sound of surprise before casting a questioning look in your direction.

You smile. "I don't feel like I properly expressed how great it looked earlier."

He rolls his eyes before pushing the trailer door open and stepping back out onto the desert sand.

You give a self-satisfied chuckle as you close the door behind him, opting to utilize the air-conditioned refuge of his trailer for the remainder of the afternoon.

Tonight is going to be fun, you think as you watch him reunite with the crew throught the window.

You'll do your best to drive him wild. It's only fair that he gets a taste of his own medicine.

-

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Imagine (surprisingly) buff history professor Hob and dog!Matthew.

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Imagine Professor Gadling hiding Captain America muscles under his old-fashioned grandpa style clothes. (Think 1889!Hob's fashion, but worn in 2022.) He's not hiding them intentionally, but he's not showing them off either. He's just normal about it.

Imagine someone, a fellow professor (Johanna), passing the push-up challenge to Hob because he's one of the younger professors who look like they could do push-ups without dislocating something.

Imagine the entire university, the entire town, in shock, as the video is uploaded and they see a hint of what Hob is hiding under his clothes. Everyone is feeling like a Victorian maiden upon seeing his arms, fantasizing about being under him, and then giggling over his doofus laugh and how cute he is with his dog.

He's so wholesome and sexy and what more could you want, honestly. (In short, Hob gains a fanclub, and Matthew does as well.)

Imagine Dream not seeing the video because he's too busy being a famous author. Actual writing, editing, coordinating with his team led by Lucienne, book tours, etc.

Imagine Dream getting irrationally angry when he meets Hob for their biweekly/monthly coffee meet up (no, not a date, they're just friends) and there's someone else sitting on his seat, flirting with Hob.

Imagine Dream just, walking out and going back home without even greeting Hob because he's so fucking stressed and he can't deal with any more stressful things right now.

Imagine Hob thinking that Dream stood him up. He's sad about it, but he figures that Dream probably just has a crazy schedule being a famous author and couldn't text him to give him a heads up. My god, what if he doesn't even have time to sleep? Or eat?? Thinking this, Hob buys an entire box full of muffins and pastries from the coffee shop--all the things he noticed Dream liked, and brings them to the Endless mansion for the family butler to give to Dream.

Imagine Dream feeling so bad that as soon as the butler gives him the huge pastry box from Hob, he calls Hob and apologizes. Hob immediately forgives him and wishes him luck on his book and to take it easy and, "Take care of yourself. Someone loves you."

(It's just a quote he read. It doesn't have to mean anything.)

'Do you love me?' Dream doesn't ask because he's a coward. "You too," he says instead, because that's a safer option.

Imagine Dream finally! seeing the video, and it's Desire who shows it to him. They're just hanging out, painting each other's toenails, and while they're waiting for the nail polish to dry, Desire thirsts about this local guy who has gone viral, and they go on about wanting to lick whipped cream off his abs and let him hit them with a truck--just normal thirst tweets, you know? And Dream is like, "Sibling. That's quite enough." Dream is used to Desire being horny on main for a lot of people, but sometimes he doesn't really wanna know.

Anyway, Desire is all, "But look at him, Dream! He's so...he's so..!" And then they show Dream the video on their phone.

Dream watches as Hob talks about the cause behind the challenge, the push-ups, Matthew videobombing, and basically making everyone who watches the video fall in unadulterated lust and adoration over him. Dream wants to tell Desire he has felt those abs against his body (during that first meeting) and has been the recipient of his dazzling smile (every time they meet).

What he says instead is, "This is my boyfriend."

Imagine Desire going, "Seriously?"

And Dream going, "Yes." Then shows them a candid shot he took of Hob across the table from him. Hob was reading and replying to an urgent email from the dean while they both wait for their orders to be served, and Dream didn't have anything else to do but to admire him, so he did. And he secretly took a picture because the sun made Hob's hair shine copper, and he looked so soft and ethereal...

"Hmm," Desire says, and it's their unconvinced 'hmm,' so Dream shows them a video this time. At first it's just Jessamy and Matthew playing in the park, then Hob's laughter is heard so Dream pans the camera to him. Hob is sitting on an honest-to-god checkered picnic blanket taking food out of an honest-to-god wicker picnic basket, and the food is all obviously homemade and looking very appetizing.

"Are you trying to fatten me up, Hob?" Dream from the video says. He sounds so fond and in love.

Hob in the video winks. "All the better to eat you with, Dream."

The video wobbles before ending because past Dream couldn't handle that.

Imagine Desire screeching (in elation) because oh my god! Dream has a boyfriend! For real! And he's fucking perfect and ripped! He's also obviously eating Dream out and doing other sexy things to him! Oh wow I'm sorry I thirsted over your boyfriend, Dream. I didn't know you and him are together. I know better now, though, and I respect a dibs.

Dream is pleased that Desire has backed off, but he couldn't help but think...

Hob likes him. Right? Desire certainly came to that conclusion from just one video alone. And Dream likes Hob. Definitely.

Imagine Dream belatedly panicking because oh god what if Hob just thinks of him as a friend and now Dream just lied to his sibling and what if Desire tells the whole family and they all want to meet Hob as his boyfriend..!

Dream is a mess. But he manages to dial Hob's number after a couple of tries, and Hob answers on the third ring. (Dream has forgotten to check the time. It's currently 1 in the morning.)

"...'llo?"

Fuck, his voice upon waking up makes Dream squirm. "Hob."

"Dr'm? Why're...why're you callin'? You 'kay?"

"I'm..." 'Afraid.' 'In love with you.' 'A fucking mess.' Hob's breathing calms him down, and gives him the strength to say, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Hob's breath stutters, and Dream could hear the rustle of his sheets. Oh god, what if he's in bed with someone else and this is the end of their friendship? It's all Dream's fault--

"I..." Hob says, sounding more awake now. "Are you serious? You're not drunk right now, are you?"

"I am not," Dream says. And now he feels heartbroken. Of course Hob doesn't like him like that. Why else would he ask if Dream was drunk? "But if you want to forget that this conversation ever happened, you may think that I am."

"No! No, I mean...I don't want to forget anything. I just, maybe thought, you're not...serious."

"You know I'm not very good with jokes."

Hob chuckled. "You kind of are, though. In a very flat, deadpan-like way. I like your jokes." A pause. "I like you." Shyly.

Dream thinks 'fuck it' and bites the bullet. "I'm in love with you."

"Fuck," Hob says. Then, hurriedly, "That's a good 'fuck,' by the way. Not a bad one. Never with you."

"You have not fucked me yet to know for certain."

"Dream," Hob groans, pained. "It's...are you kidding, it's 1 in the morning. We should have this talk face to face."

"Is over the phone not good enough?"

"Afraid not, love. You see, like this, I can't lean over and kiss you senseless like I want to."

Dream gasps. "You--" 'want to kiss me?'

"I would like to be your boyfriend," Hob says solemnly. "But I would love to tell you again face to face."

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Nah, Ian never leavin' you.

disclaimer!: i don't really like using y/n because i would rather ME imagining it then smb else lol, so yea i'm gonna use a random name. (all the writing and all my ocs BELONG to ME)

warnings!: nun but-- fluff, slight self-doubt(insecurities), reassurance, little mention of s£x lol

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Layla Melowive - Lala - Lay

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Fiancée of Joshua Fatu

Joshua Fatu - Jey Uso - Josh

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Fiancé of Layla Melowive

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"Yeah..." Layla was finished off her sentence just when she saw the door handle to their bedroom twitch. "I'm finna go to bed boo, I'll call you tomorrow" Lala said on the phone to her best-friend, Angela, in which she responded "Yeah, that's alright, night baby". Lay said her good night then ended the call just as soon as her husband walked in.

"Who was you on the phone to?" Jey questioned, his face expression blank and unreadable.

"Just Ang?" she replied back, her eyebrows furrowing. Joshua hummed in response before crawling into the bed. He turned so that his back was facing her face. That was weird..

Layla dropped her phone (not literally) onto the nightstand; laid on her bed, allowing her pink, silk bonnet to connect with her wonderful silk pillowcase.

----

It's been around 15 minutes and Lay is still having struggles to fall asleep.

"Man, could you stop moving?" Jey mumbled. She shrugged, knowing that he couldn't see her. "Sorry" she murmured back. He turned around and looked into her eyes for a split second. She was crying. Well, from what he saw anyway. Josh sat up and took the hand of his fiancée to let her know that he's there for her. "What's wrong, ma?" he asked gently before giving the 5'6 woman a kiss on the forehead. She shook her head. "Nothing" she said wiping away her tears and checking her fingers afterward to see if there were still anymore left.

"Bro, don't tell me nothing. Sums' up, wassuh?" he held her in his arms for a while until she pushed him away and finally built up courage to ask him the question that's been on her mind for a total of 3 weeks now.

"Jey, baby?" she called for him. He nodded. "Do you still wanna do this? Am I good enough for you? Ba- matter of fact, do I deserve your fine self?" she asked, tears running down her cheeks as she pronounced each word. "Yes, definitely and heck yeah! Are those real questions, baby? Huh? That's what's been on your mind, hmm?"

"But bae.. I see the way you look at other girls. I'm nothing like them. I feel like you liked me, then you loved me and now we've just grown apart and you aren't even close to liking me anymore- like I'm a bur den to you. A distraction, almost."

"Respectfully, are you stupid?" he asked. She stared straight at him and gave his the meanest, dirtiest mugs ever. Way worse than ANY of his (lolss).

"Wha-?" she was about to say something but he cut in. "Because you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. For starters, I do not ever look at other women, ma, secondly- don't chu' dare accuse me of not loving you." he started off, whispering. She looked away, sniffing. "Ay, look at me when I'm talm to ya, you are the love of my life. Why'd you think I put this ring on you, huh? Why'd you think I wanna commit myself to you and this relationship if I didn't love you?" he lifted her chin. "Dang, don't even get me started on how good chu' are in bed. You's a master, fa sho"

Layla blushed at that comment. "Eh, listen babe, ian even jokin' around, you is way too good for all this to handle, I promise" he says, chuckling softly as Layla does the same. "Sexy girl."

She kisses and lays in bed, in his arms, for a while longer before drifting off to sleep. Jey notices and says this, "I love you, nobody can replace you, word" he kisses her cheek and then falls asleep as well.

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NCT Spooky Season [Day 4]

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TW: Ghosts Genre: Romance, Comedy Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.6K Prompt: “The ghost draws dicks with my lipstick"

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"Isn't it scary, (Y/N)?" Your friend asks you one day.

"What?" You drank your coffee.

"Your apartment is haunted, I'd be terrified to open my eyes in the dark!"

"Oh... him? He's harmless," you shrugged.

"How do you know for sure? What if he... what if he tries to possess you, or something?"

"Trust, he won't."

"Doesn't he leave, like, scary messages on your mirror?" She shivers. You thought back, sure, Yuta did leave a few messages for you but they were never really threatening.

"I mean... yeah, but I wouldn't call them scary," you shook your head. "Anyway, I should get going now, I want to be home before the sunset, you know? Recently more dangerous ghosts have been hanging around the streets," you stood up first and your friend followed.

"Okay, (Y/N), but be safe!"

"Yeah."

"And if that ghost causes you problems you call an exterminator right away!"

"Sure."

~

Little did she know, the only nuisance was this.

"Are you serious?" You were tired, burnt out, and annoyed. You could hear Yuta laughing behind you and when you opened your prior-squeezed shut eyes you saw him losing his shit behind you. "That lipstick was Anastasia, I'll have you know. That's more expensive than your life's savings."

"But look at it, it's beautiful," Yuta laughs.

"It's a dick. You drew a penis on my mirror with my Anastasia red lipstick."

"Please, that color didn't suit you anyway. It does suit the meticulously placed veins on my dick drawing, though."

"Maybe I should call an exterminator so I won't have to deal with dicks first thing in the morning again," you sighed, grabbing a towel and makeup remover to clean it up. "I don't know what's worse, cleaning one giant dick or many smaller ones."

"I am a genius, (Y/N), you have to admit that," Yuta grabs the stray towel and helps you clean it up. "You know, in life I wanted to be an artist."

"And you're wasting your talent on hyper-realistic lipstick penises?"

"For now. I'm in a slump," Yuta explains. "But, once I get hit with true inspiration then you are welcome to claim my work as your own and get filthy rich," he says.

"Sure, right," you tossed the towel in the laundry bin. "Wait outside."

"Why?"

"So I can change!"

"Oh! Right, sorry," Yuta eyes the outfit in your hands and floats through the door. After a while, you walked out and Yuta followed close behind.

"What do you think I should draw?"

"With my $60 lipsticks? At least something worthwhile," you rolled your eyes.

"So this is permission then?"

"Don't get too ahead of yourself," you pointed at him and grabbed your bag.

"Whoa, where are you off to?" He floats in front of you, but you easily walk around him.

"Out with friends, watch the apartment while I'm gone," you slipped your shoes on.

"Like I have anything else to do," Yuta sighs. "Be careful, it's late."

"I will, see you!" And you were gone. Yuta floats back into the bathroom.

Something worthwhile, hmm?

~

You returned to your apartment, near blacked out and stumbling left and right. Your shoes were in one hand and your keys in the other while you kicked the door shut and struggled to lock the door. You hiccuped loudly, laughed to yourself, and tumbled into the bathroom to wash your face and, when you looked into the mirror, you were pleasantly surprised.

Instead of a hyper-realistic dick pic, you saw an intricate rose drawn from your lipstick.

"Now that's art," your smile softened and, right as you were about to stumble forward, Yuta kicks the pile of laundry onto the part of the floor you would've collapsed on.

"Thanks, maybe I did have some motivation after all," Yuta grins.

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You don't know whether it's too late to find someone or people simply hiding because they don't want to help you. God, you don't ask for much other than them turning on your fire and letting you sleep before morning comes.

These people are really something. You shouldn't expect anything from them.

However, just as you were about to accept your defeat and return to your cold room, you stopped walking when you found a familiar back facing you.

“Prin—Ajax?” You're not completely used to your new way of calling him.

The owner of that name stopped in his tracks, turned to you with wide blue eyes. Just like you, he did not expect to meet his wife in a dark hallway in the middle of the night. You two should be fast asleep in separate rooms instead of standing across while staring at one another like this.

As soon as he got in front of you, he opened his lips to ask: "Shouldn't you be enjoying your beauty sleep?"

"My fireplace went out."

Now that you've answered him, you can't help but wonder what reason he's here. There's not even the slightest hint of alcohol you get from him as an indication he just came back from a bar like he did yesterday.

“It went out? Hmm.. it’s a bit difficult to light the fire again.” Childe rubbed his chin in thought. He looks at you before offering, “Mine is lit.”

Your brows knitted in confusion, “What do you suggest?”

"I suggest you sleep in my room."

You don't know he's being nice or just mocking your bad luck. With his grin and slightly raised eyebrows, you don't want to expect anything from him. However, you’re really sleepy and being under a warm blanket would be really good.

"Are you fine with that?" You asked.

Either you were hallucinating or his smirk did grew wider. “Hmm, what do you mean? Of course I'm fine with that, you are my wife." He replied.

As a thank you, you gave him a half-hearted smile. “Then, what are we still doing here? Morning is coming, we have no time to waste.” You took the first step to leave Childe some distance behind you.

Childe dropped the fake smile he gave you earlier, a sigh escaped him. "At this rate, I’m sure I’m going crazy." He then follows you.

When you get to Childe's room, you're grateful he didn't lie about the fireplace. The big bed tempts you, makes you imagine what it would be like to lie there and then go to sleep. However, you end up not doing it from not wanting to be rude especially when he's being generous.

You turned to Childe "I will take the couch if that’s alright."

Childe looked at you skeptically, “That would be a problem for me. You should sleep in my bed."

It's weird, really weird. You know Childe is not the type to offer kindness with no intention of benefiting from it—he's a far cry from that. Then why is he being nice to you? You wonder what trick he's hiding under his sleeves.

Or..

Your heart is racing without warning. Cold nape even though the burning fireplace provides more than enough warmth for you. You see Childe drinking from his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing as he does so.

Maybe this is one of his attempts to get under your nightgown. Memories of your wedding night come to your mind again.

"Could it be.. could it be that you are trying to bed me?"

Childe spit out his drink in surprise. You saw the liquid run from his lips to his neck and then onto his shirt. He pounded his chest to get the remnants out of his throat before looking at you.

"I'm offended. Do you think I'm the type to take advantage of the situation?”

Yes, you are exactly that kind of a person, you want to say. However, you don't want to risk to anger him and throw you out of the perfect warm room. You shook your head in response to the man who was wiping his wet lips with a handkerchief.

It somehow makes the situation a bit comfortable for you to let out a genuine laugh.

"My apologies, I was just making sure." You smile at him. "I'll sleep on the bed then."

Without further ado, you climb into the soft bed and pull up the covers. You make sure to cover yourself from the neck down from concern about Childe rather than the cold. Your eyes peek at him who is still standing near the dresser before trying to close it. Before long, you have fallen asleep to replace the sleep you had lost.

The grip of his long fingers tightened. Childe glanced at where you were asleep, regretting that it only brought a bunch of unanswered questions to his head.

Why did he let you here? Even though he needs you to carry out his grand plan, he shouldn't have to worry about you sleeping in a cold room and waking up sick in the morning. He put his glass gently on the table, rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the moon shining outside the window.

"I guess I was trying too hard to make sure everything would go perfectly."

Childe mumbled to himself before bringing his legs to the door, disappearing behind it not caring if he had left you alone in the room.

As soon as morning falls on Snezhnaya, you wake up to your ladies-in-waiting standing in front of the tray that holds your breakfast. They line up while waiting for you rubbing your eyes while gathering full awareness.

"What's this?" You asked about the tray on the bed.

Sasha answered to you, “His Royal Highness Prince Childe told us to bring you breakfast.”

Your eyes scan the room and find no man spoken of anywhere.

"Where is he now?"

"We have no idea, Your Highness." Sasha tells you while bowing slightly.

Of course he had to go and disappear. The mysterious Childe. You don't even know where he went this time from so many places he might go. You're quite used to him treating you sweetly before erasing all traces of it later.

Something reminds you of the reason you were in his room in the first place. With your eyes on Laura, you painted a smile. Curious about her reaction when she found out her plan didn't work. Maybe she didn't think Childe would be this generous to you.

"This isn’t necessary, I will be joining breakfast with the others." You said as you got off the bed. "Let’s go to my chamber."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Your room is still the same as when you left it, cold and lonely. The difference is, the incoming sunlight no longer leaves a place for darkness to stay. You're trying not to glance at where your fireplace is from not wanting to mess up your own plans.

"Should I prepare the bath now?" You heard Sasha ask.

“No.” As you turned around, you smiled at your three ladies waiting for you to continue. “Actually I have something to complain about.”

Silence fell again in the room. Whether from the politeness of not speaking out of turn or the fear of making a mistake, neither of the women opened their mouths to ask. You turned around, opening the box that held your jewellery.

" Laura, can you close the door slowly next time you come into my room at night?" You said, watching how her body stiffened through the mirror.

Of course she would react that way. She didn't think you would know this, let alone talk about it in front of the other ladies-in-waiting. Unfortunately for her, this isn't the end of your game, oh, you still got a lot more to do so you don't have to get your hands dirty for Laura to uncover her own bad deeds.

“M-My apologies, Your Highness.” Laura hung her head lower than usual.

Your jewelry box is left open while you turn to look at your ladies-in-waiting. “Countess Sasha, did you order her to disturb my sleep?”

You never thought you'd see an expression that wasn't the cold face she usually gave you. Her dark eyebrows knit together, showing that she's confused by your question. Your eyes scanned every part of her face and made a conclusion all entirely on Laura.

“I did not, Your Highness.” She said, side-eyeing the younger one. "We ladies-in-waiting are forbidden to enter the royal family's chambers at night without requests."

Laura's hands that were intertwined with each other turned white as she tried to keep them from shaking. You feel a little sorry for her. She should have known better that you weren't the kind-hearted princess like ones in children's fairy tales.

"Ah, then I'd better ask someone else for an explanation." You chuckled as if that would ease the tension.

As you took a step closer to her, Laura was almost flinched in her stiff stance. You looked up at the top of her head which was clear from how low she looked down. The fireplace that you had avoided glancing at became where you stared before returning to her.

"Laura, why did you take my jewelry last night after putting out the fire?"

From what you said, Laura hastily denied it. She didn't take any jewelry—and you know that too. This is just one way for you to get her to confess her sin. After all, people can't help but correct misinformation, especially about themselves.

By bringing up bigger accusations than what she actually did, you know Laura will deny the false one but admit the other.

“Th-that's not true, Your Highness! I didn't steal any jewelry!” She screamed at the tip of her throat, face red from embarrassment.

If only you could compare Laura to a mouse that had been baited with cheese in a trap. You played your part by putting on an expression as if you were hurt by what she had done.

"So you're saying I was right about you putting out the fireplace to freeze me to death?”

In your words, Laura realized that she had exposed herself in front of three pairs of shocked eyes. Miraculously, the defensive words she had prepared disappeared, as if extinguished like the fire she splashed with water last night. She looks up slowly and finds your offended expression.

"I..I.."

“You plan to freeze me to death. Aren't I right?"

Sasha was about to open her mouth after hearing Laura intentions to harm you. However, you first raised your hand to stop her. Your lips are bent into a frown.

“I—I'm—!” Laura lost her ability to speak. So, all she did now was get down on her knees and pull your robe in desperation. “Your Highness! Please spare me!”

As if hurt, you put your hand on your chest. “Lady Laura, I never thought you would do something like that to me.” Your voice is like that of someone who has witnessed betrayal. But the truth is, you never even put your trust in anyone here to feel it.

“Your Highness! Let me teach her a lesson!” Sasha offers.

You ignored her, you were still fixing your eyes on Laura who started to shed tears. If she was this scared she shouldn't have done that. Hadn't she worked here long enough to understand that any attempt to harm the royal family would be severely punished? Even if she was lucky, she would still have to languish in prison for life.

“Bring me a poker.”

Laura gasped at your words, while the other two acted as if they had seen this coming. Even being hit with the firepoker that Ksenia gave you was the lightest punishment though it resulted in bruises on her hands later.

“Your Highness! Please forgive me this once!” Laura hasn’t given up on begging for your forgiveness, kneeling on your feet wet from her tears that keep falling.

"You two, get out." You gave firm orders to Sasha and Ksenia.

Both of them obeyed even though they hesitated. The door closed slowly, leaving you and Laura. She paled from your fingers that had gripped the iron firepoker. If you're going to hit her without warning, she doesn't know how to react.

"Lady Laura, haven't you thought long before you did that?" You ask, watching how she fails to put together the words to respond to you.

To her horror, her dark eyes follow your pacing feet without you removing your fingers from gripping the firepoker . She hopes you find a reason to forgive her. Laura swears she'll thank you for the rest of her life if that happens.

“Apart from the possibility of being in a dungeon for life, can you imagine what my husband would do to you if he found out about this?”

If Childe does something about this, you're sure he's doing it more out of humiliation than worrying about you being harmed. However, Laura didn't need to know that. All she needs to know is that there are many punishment options you can impose on her and yet, you're standing here with an iron stick.

Laura walked on her knees to you “Y-Your Highness, please forgive me! Don't.. don't let His Highness know about this—my God, what would he do to me if he found out!” She has no shame in trying to soften your heart. Oh, this time Laura would risk anything for you to give her a little kindness.

“Why should I forgive you? What can you give me that is so precious for me to do that?”

Laura was back on the verge of despair. What can someone offer to a person who can get whatever she wants with just a few words and a snap of her finger? Even if you asked for the cheapest jewellery, Laura knew her wages would not be enough to fulfill your request.

The least that can be offered to a person that great is their lives.

Laura's grip on the hem of your nightgown tightened as she stammered out: “M-My life! I will dedicate my life faithfully to you! Please, please forgive me, Your Highness. I'm sure I will be of use to you!”

This is easier than you think.

From the start, you have used your mistreatment as a ladder to get what you want—an informant. Countess Sasha will not be able to fill the role due to her aristocratic status among your ladies-in-waiting, making it very possible for her to act as a spy for someone who wants to know your every move. Ksenia on the other hand was too apathetic to immerse herself in gossips circulating in the palace.

Whereas Laura is the perfect one for it. In addition to her status as a commoner which makes her too far for the nobles to reach, she also likes to gossip.

Your face hosts a triumphant smile. You crouched down to take a closer look of her, cupping her small chin so she wasn't afraid to meet your eyes anymore.

"You're going to do that?"

Laura thinks of this as you softening for her. What she really doesn't know is that she stepped voluntarily into your trap. However, there is nothing for her to worry about as you will ensure that whoever stands by your side will be safe from harm.

They have to be.

“Y-yes! I will do whatever you ask! ”

Because you don't know what you will do if they don't.

The iron in your hand you tossed aside, clinking as it hit the floor. You noticed Laura's shoulders weren't as tense as before, her breathing wasn't as heavy as before. She watched you stand up and turn around, stroking your jewelry box.

"I don't think that's a bad offer." You smile at her through the mirror. “Prove how useful you are to me by telling me the latest gossip around the palace.”

You wrap yourself up as a woman who doesn't want to miss the talk around. Even if Laura is your criteria out of your other ladies-in-waiting, you shouldn't be too sure. By placing your trust in someone, it means that you have accepted the fact that betrayal will be as close as a pulse.

“… The latest gossip, Your Highness?” Laura made sure she had not misheard.

Now that she has dedicated her life to being loyal to you, the thing you want is as simple as her supplying you with all the gossip around the palace?

"Surely you can do that, right?"

Laura nodded quickly afraid you'd change your generous offering. “Of—of course, Your Highness!”

"Well. You can try to prove it from now on.”

Your lady-in-waiting's lips open and close like fish, turning her head to think about the latest, most interesting gossip she can give you. While waiting patiently, you noticed every inch of her slightly tattered dress. A frown manages to sit on your face from it. You'll do something about it later.

Laura looked up after finding something she was ready to tell you. “D-Duchess Anna!”

Your brow furrowed, “Duchess Anna?” Another familiar name you can't remember where you heard.

A nod from her before continuing, “She and the Duke are currently in the capital.”

You don't know what's so special about a duke and duchess visiting the capital. Did you miscalculate about Laura? A bit of disappointment crept into your heart from thinking she would give you more useful information.

"Then?"

“Earlier this morning, the maids in the kitchen were talking about Duchess Anna who had just doused her lady-in-waiting with hot water.”

You swear you've heard her name before. The more Laura mentioned it the more you tried to remember. Then, the memory of you, Duchess Rosalyne, and Lumine talking at your wedding reception replayed.

"Why would she do that?" You asked curiously.

"Some say it's because the lady-in-waiting doesn't turn to her even though she's been called twice."

Isn't that too trivial an excuse to hurt people? You didn't even have the intention of hurting Laura though she was planning to harm you. However, there will always be nobles like her, ones to act arbitrarily because they think they have authority.

Laura seemed to have noticed the change in your facial expression as she then added: "Duchess Anna is well known for being a grumpy person."

Grumpy person? More like cruel and ruthless, you think.

"Have I ever met her?" You asked for sure.

“The Duchess is invited to your wedding reception.”

That night, you met a lot of new people. However, you don't remember hanging out with the one named 'Anna'. So far, all you remember is Rosalyne—well, how could you forget her when she gave off that lingering charm when she first introduced herself to you.

Your lips pursed, "I don't think I've ever met her."

Laura nodded approvingly. “Besides being famous for her temperament, Duchess Anna has a husband that women often talk about. Some even said that he was the second most handsome in the aristocracy after His Highness Prince Childe.”

Your smile was almost replaced with a grimace. Of course, you also admit that Childe is an attractive man but, you didn't think people would make lists sorting them out like that.

Only out of curiosity you then ask: "What is her husband's name?"

From the blush on Laura's face before she managed to say it, you wonder how handsome this man is. “Ah, he is Duke Maxim, Your Highness.”

As soon as your ears perfectly caught the name, a chilling sensation struck you. Something fell before it was sucked in your stomach. You're disoriented as the memory of your most recent vision plays in the back of your head.

Duke Maxim. In your prophecy, he will be the one assisting Childe in the weaponry.

But, you have to make sure you don't mishear from hallucination. And so, with eyes watering from unblinking, you looked at Laura about to ask her again.

"Duke Maxim?"

Laura moved her head up and down in a nod. “Duke Maxim is in charge of Krykiye territory—”

"He's in the capital right now?" You interrupt rudely.

"That's right, Your Highness."

The waves of anxiety roll in bringing pain and a churning feeling in your stomach. The palms started to get wet from the sweat that suddenly came out. You feel like pins and needles are being stabbed in every part of you from wondering why Maxim is here.

Will the agreement be made sooner than you expected? Your vision does provide minimal information about when that will happen.

But, you haven't even prepared anything to thwart it.

"Do you.." You hate how soft your voice comes out. "Do you know why they're here?" You're trying to control the urge to pick on your fingers

From the expression Laura showed, you have concluded that she doesn't have the answer to your question this time. “Pardon my ignorance, Your Highness.” She shook her head, hanging her head low again from shame and fear.

This is bad, this is really bad. Laura did give you information but, not enough for you to know what will happen next. Even if Maxim isn't here to make a pact with Childe, that doesn't mean you have a lot of time to waste. You had to do something—you had to make sure in the future they wouldn't join hands.

So far, all you got was the fact that the temperamental and impulsive Duchess Anna was his wife. Secondly, Maxim is labeled as the most handsome man in Snezhnaya after your husband, making him always talked about by women as happened at your wedding reception.

You just realized something.

You realize you have the key that is likely to change everything.

Slowly, your breath feels less heavy. You took a deep breath before exhaling, sweeping away any remnants of your anxiety as you turned to your jewelry box.

"This is enough, you have proved you are useful to me." You take the red gem necklace that is now in your hand.

Laura's dark eyes followed how you turned back to her with a friendly smile. She notices the jewelry hanging in your hand, complimenting it in her heart of how beautiful it is when the sun's rays fall right on it.

You approached Laura. “As a reward, you can have this.” You said, extending your hand to her and watching the surprised look on her face.

"But, Your Highness—”

Laura stopped talking when you bent down to look at her still on the floor. “In exchange, I want you to find out if Lady Lumine of Monstadt is still in Snezhnaya.”

The necklace you handed over to her outstretched hand. Your back was straight before you turned around to close your jewelry box—where you had a chance to see the brooch Childe bought on the night of the Liyue festival. You can't help but taste bittersweet in that.

“I will be waiting for your result to determine if I want to have a tea party tomorrow. If so, make sure you send out invitations to her and to the noble ladies currently in the capital, Duchess Anna included.”

"Yes, Your Highness."

"You can prepare my bath now."

After receiving another order from you, Laura got up and walked towards the door to summon your other ladies-in-waiting. The room was quiet again. You stare at the fallen leaves outside the window even though your mind is elsewhere.

Whether your plan goes smoothly or not, you don't know. However, to find out don't you need to give it a try?

@thelovelydiviner @r0ttenhearts @tsunotaro-san @yguchild @a-random-bored-person @dandelimoonus @cherlynono @deemayaz @xalatus @meiraloves2dmen @bananazzzen @ajaxstar​ @sugarxbxby123​

[nspdr-neo]

Continuation of the AA ask; which people does Komaru posses often to squeeze the most information out of witnesses during investigations?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Komaru pouts and crosses her arms, a bit miffed. "It's channeling!!" she corrects, before a smile quickly comes across her face! "Pssh, but semantics don't really matter!~ Anyways, there are actually a few people that kinda get 'called out' more than others...like...oh!"

"There's this French animal tamer I frequently use? She was also a dominatrix, I think? She was very good with a whip and 'squeezing' out information, so she comes in handy when some witnesses are just being too clammy for my big bro. Though, do wish she remembered to clean-up and put my clothes back on right...and the witnesses who do get 'her treatment' are always so clingy and submissive afterwards its unreal. Hmm, wonder if I can make something happen to ask for tips......o-oh!! Gah, you're still here, um!!!" Flushed, Komaru quickly tried to move on past the subject.

"A-aaaah, b-but that's not all! Really, beyond her it's kind of a toss-up that depends on what kinda people those being interrogate are into. Want an idol yandere? A blacksmith dommy mommy or firefighter dilf with a huge cock? Cute twinks? Goth shortstack? One of many, many, many, blonde actresses or superstars? I can literally summon and become so many, that I'm pretty versatile with it!!" she said with pride. Even if its usually going to be something pervy, that fact that every case she's in is solved just goes to show that, even unorthodox, her channeling is second to none!!

[the-himawari]

A3! Mikage Hisoka - Translation [R] Wandering Traveler (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Masumi: (The weather’s nice… let’s take a nap.)

Hisoka: Zzz, zzz…

Masumi: …Someone’s here already? (Hm? He’s hugging something. Is that…)

Hisoka: Mm… …Masumi? Did you come to take a nap?

Masumi: Yeah. …By the way, is that a script?

Hisoka: Yeah. It’s for the short play coming up.

Masumi: Short play?

Hisoka: They’re going to hold a stage at an event called the firefly festival in the next town over. I’m going to appear in that. I was reading the script and thinking over my role… But I couldn’t come up with a good way to prepare for my role and I fell asleep before I knew it.

Masumi: Hmm. What kind of role is it?

Hisoka: He’s a member of the firefly tribe with the motif of a firefly who has short life span. …The race of the role I play is rumoured to take the lives of other tribe members in order to live as long as possible. That’s not actually true. But since his race is being closely watched, he lives quietly by himself.

Masumi: I see. …That does sound like a role that’s hard to prepare for. Do you end up alone at the end of the story?

Hisoka: No. In the end, the rumour is cleared up and he gets to spend his days together with the rest of the firefly tribe… If you read the lines before that, you can really tell that he actually wanted to spend time with the others. He wants to be with everyone, but he can’t. He feels like he can’t have that type of life even though he yearns for it.

Masumi: … A while back, I played a character who was sleeping while continuing to wait for their important person. For my role study, I stopped seeing her until the day of the show.*

Hisoka: …Her? Do you mean Director?

Masumi: Yeah.

Hisoka: Why did you do that for role study?

Masumi: I thought I could draw the audience in by expressing the painful emotions of not being able to see your loved ones. … Moreover, I was able to really understand how my role felt. I think I was able to put it to good use in the actual show.

Hisoka: Express the painful emotions…

Masumi: So Hisoka, you could also use something you like and prepare for your role by having that object disappear for a period of time. …Like marshmallows for example.

Hisoka: No more marshmallows…? There’s no way that would happen.

Masumi: That was just an example, okay? I mean, it might still help a little if you held yourself back from eating them.

Hisoka: …

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*References Masumi’s SSR Long Slumber card story

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Mistletoe

Disclaimer: I wrote this prior to having any real knowledge of what mistletoe actually is and then I looked it up and I think Willow might actually hate it because it turns out it’s like a parasite for trees?? Pretend they’re in the human realm into Christmastime and Flapjack is still alive and everything is fine for a little while longer, okay? Happy holidays Huntlosers 

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“I think my favorite part of human holidays is how plant focused they are,” said Willow excitedly as entered the living room before taking a seat on the ground beside Hunter, who was focused on cutting the most intricate paper snowflake possible.

“Camila said you’d like it,” said Hunter with a smile as he struggled to force the scissors through the paper he had definitely folded too many times.

“Who wouldn’t?!” Willow beamed, rummaging through her bag. “They’re all so pretty! There’s poinsettias and holly, not to mention you bring trees inside the house??” Willow added with gusto. “I’ve been doing that for years! And it’s like the main thing, I mean a holiday all about trees? Brilliant!”

“Woah that is cool,” marveled Hunter as Willow continued, looking at the snippings and twigs she had gathered. Camila had wanted to make their first human holiday season special, and apparently this time of year was nonstop holiday prep and who better than Willow to handle the plant aspect of the holiday? “What other plants do they bring inside?”

“Oh, this one has gotta be my favorite,” mused Willow, rummaging through her bag to get the sample she had found. “It’s a magical plant called mistletoe.” She said as she carefully handed it to Hunter.

“It’s magic?” He said, examining it. 

“Well, human magic at least,” said Willow with a shrug.

“‘Mistletoe,’ huh?” said Hunter, thinking it resembled neither of the things it was named after. “What an odd name. How do you activate it? Do you eat it?” He asked as he went to take a nibble.

“Oh no, it’s actually highly toxic,” said Willow, taking it from his hand. “It’s supposed to be hidden high up so you don’t see it right away.”

“Oh why? What’s it supposed to do?”

“Well, apparently when you’re under it with someone you have to kiss each other.” said Willow deviously. 

“Really? How interesting.” Hunter asked, intrigued. “Is it just a seasonal rule people agree to abide by or does it release magic when you’re under it that makes you want to kiss someone?”

“Hmm, I dunno let’s see,” said Willow, sitting up to kneel closer to him as she raised the plant over their heads. “Do you feel like you wanna kiss me?”

Hunter’s eyes went wide, literally having no idea how to answer that. He didn’t know how to tell Willow he was not the right person to tell if the plant was magic or not because its magical properties would be redundant if he was beneath it with her.

“I, uh-.”

“Oh wait, we probably have to hang it up properly to really see how it works. Could you put it above the entranceway?”

“Oh, yeah sure, of course.” he said quickly, rising to his feet to grab the step stool and making haste of tacking it on the archway in the living room. Willow stood beside him as they admired its placement “So now what? How do we know if it’s working?”

“Hmm maybe it’s supposed to trap you beneath it, and you can’t leave or enter the room until you kiss the person you’re trapped with,” said Willow, still trying to figure out the exact lore as she stood beside Hunter.

“Interesting,” said Hunter, taking a step back to test the theory. “It doesn’t appear to emit a force field or warning sound. How does it enforce the custom?”

“I dunno,” said Willow, sucking her teeth. “Maybe it inflicts a curse if you don’t.”

“Humans are so weird,” said Hunter fondly before he processed Willow’s words. “Wait, a curse? Like an actual curse?”

“I mean, maybe,” said Willow, adjusting her glasses. “This holiday seems very light and jolly on the surface, but then a lot of the stories Luz showed have a man watching your every move making a list of all the things you do wrong and ghosts haunting people who break customs.”

“Ghosts?” Hunter asked, trying not to panic. There certainly wasn’t room in the already crowded house for any ghosts.

“Yeah,” said Willow, still focused on the mistletoe, waiting for it to move or suddenly grow ten times its size to try and crush or attack them. “And they can like ruin your future, but it was only three ghosts so-.”

As Willow continued to think aloud, Hunter, not wanting to anger any holiday spirits, bent down and kissed her quickly on the cheek. She stopped herself and turned to look at him with wide eyes, a small smile pulling the edge of her lips as he stared back at her nervously, his face undecided about what emotion to express.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, his face turning seasonally red as she fidgeted with his hands. “I-I just didn’t want you to get haunted or cursed or anything.”

“Oh.”

“I should take this down until we know the effects and how to control them,” continued Hunter, trying to hide his stammering. “J-just in case.”

“Oh, right,” said Willow, snapping from her small daze, briefly touching the spot Hunter had kissed as the wheels in her head started turning. “Let me get the step stool for you.”

She went over to the living room and brought over the stool to place before Hunter, who hopped up. But before he could remove the mistletoe, Willow let out a small gasp that stopped Hunter in his tracks. “What?” He asked, concerned.

“I left the room and came back and now I’m standing under the mistletoe again,” she explained. “What if I re-triggered the curse?”

“Oh, do you have to kiss every time?”

“I don’t know,” said Willow, her voice adopting a concerned tone nobody else would believe. “I mean, maybe it’s fine.”

“I don’t think we should risk it,” said Hunter, leaning down and placing his hand under her chin to direct her face up so he could kiss her forehead. He was less flustered this time, more focused on keeping her safe than on any other implication the action could have. Willow was delighted.

“Oh no, but what about you?” Willow pretended to suddenly realize right before Hunter could remove the plant.

“Me?”

“I need to make sure you’re safe from bad luck,” said Willow, reaching up to pull him back down to her as she went on to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. She lingered a little longer than Hunter had, probably to make sure it worked.

“Oh, uh thank you,” said Hunter, clearing his throat. “For keeping me safe from ghosts, I mean.”

“Of course,” she smiled sweetly, overjoyed at his awestruck look before he reminded himself what he was supposed to be doing as he went back up on the stool to finally remove the plant.

“Such an odd tradition, I wonder why humans keep it going.” Hunter wondered as he placed the plant back in Willow’s bag.

“I’m sure they have their reasons,” said Willow with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll investigate it further, see if it has any other magical properties.”

-

The Nocedas went all out for Christmas. Every wall, every window, every inch of the house had something festive to display. Camila made sure each child had something special on the tree and Hunter took the liberty of crafting everyone their own stocking (“One giant sock? By the fire? Are humans ok?” Gus had asked). But despite the lack of understanding, they were all captivated by the house’s transformation and quickly fell into the holiday spirit.

Some more than others.

Evidently, humans really did value mistletoe because suddenly Hunter couldn’t enter a room without it hanging over him. Luckily, most times he’d be with Willow and she’d happily oblige and help free him from any impending curse. Willow was always better at spotting it and very often Hunter couldn’t even see the sprig she spotted before she would pull him down to kiss him to protect him from its magic. “Mistletoe,” was all she had to say to justify it, not that Hunter required proof. Hunter admired her commitment to keeping the house and him safe from holiday ghosts.

He had a few theories about mistletoe; maybe if the ghosts’ wishes were honored, they offered some sort of protection  and used the mistletoe as a way to communicate their presence. Maybe it was an invasive species trying to escape the cold the winter months brought, though he had a hard time linking this theory to ghosts. He wasn’t 100% how involved ghosts actually were. Or that it used its magical kissing ability in a misguided way to try and make this time of year more cheerful despite how awful it could get outside. He also wondered if the plant was drawn to him and Willow somehow, he could easily tie it to her abilities as a plant witch and his... own plant like features. But despite the mysterious and possibly dangerous nature of the plant, Hunter had become very fond of it to the point where he started seeking it out and it soon became an unofficial game the two played, seeing who could spot it first before they removed it so others wouldn’t risk being exposed.  

Something inside him hoped the holiday season would never end.

One day they were returning home from the library, each carrying a tote full of books. They swore it was all for research, but every book Willow saw with a wolf on the cover she checked out on Hunter’s behalf, delighting in quizzing his every growing knowledge. They reached the front door and as Willow rummaged through her bag for the door key, Hunter acted as impulsive as someone who had been thinking about doing this all day could. While she was distracted, Hunter dug a piece of mistletoe they had removed for the kitchen entrance earlier in the week from his pocket and skillfully stuck it above the door.

“Oh Willow,” he said softly, his voice a mixture of nerves and giddiness. She looked up at him and when she did she was met with a gentle kiss on the side of her face, right at the corner of her mouth. A small gasp left her lips, the breath frozen in the cold air and she looked up at him with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed with a gentle shade of pink. Hunter’s heart flipped at the reaction, at the fact that there was a reaction. Was she impressed he had found it before her? Was it because of the cold? They were both fairly familiar with the tradition by now; why did this time feel different?

“Um, m-mistletoe,” Hunter stumbled, pointing up to explain.

“Oh. Oh,” Willow looked up, genuinely surprised. “Huh, where did that come from?”

“Yeah, ya know it’s really so weird,” Hunter chuckled nervously. “It’s so weird how it just randomly appears, randomly. Like totally at random.”

“Yeah, totally random,” said Willow, raising her eyebrow. “It’s just so odd how it’s never appeared here before.”

Hunter’s face fell. Of course she’d know more about the migration patterns and typical locations of the plant! How could possibly think he’d be able to fool her?

Was he trying to fool her or was he just looking for an excuse to…

“It was me,” Hunter confessed as though being interrogated, averting his eyes to the ground, his deception weighing too heavily on him. “I put the mistletoe there

She gave the anxious boy a small, reassuring smile.  “Oh Hunter, I-.”

“I know it was wrong of me!” He went on, too ashamed to process her gentle tone. “It was risky, we don’t know what ghosts here are capable of or the rules of where they go but I guess I just...”

“Hunter, it’s okay! I-.”

“I know it’s a human custom and we shouldn’t be messing with it and we don’t understand how it keeps appearing-.”

“Hunter, I’m the one who keeps putting mistletoe everywhere,” said Willow quickly.

“What?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed with a laugh, demonstrating by making a circle to summon a piece to appear above them to accompany the one Hunter had brought. “It’s okay.”

“Wait, so… is it dangerous?” Hunter asked, becoming more confused.

“Not exactly,” Willow said, smiling. “Camila said it’s actually harmless, most humans use it for decorations. They think it makes the holidays more… romantic.”

“Sooo…” Hunter began, kicking at the snow beneath him. “W-why did you keep summoning them? For decoration?”

“I mean, half the time I didn’t even bother to summon the mistletoe, I just thought saying it was like... our code that we wanted an excuse to...” As she continued, the look on Hunter’s face made it clear that he was not aware of the code. Her confidence faltered as her eyes darted from Hunter to her bag as she continued to search for the keys. “...but I guess maybe that was just me, sorry. Uh, it’s cold, we should get inside before-.”

“So- you still wanted to…” He fumbled over the word, the thoughts still swirling in his mind as he fought the chill the newly fallen snow brought. “Even though you didn’t have to?”

Willow looked back up at him and felt at ease by the familiarity of his flushed face. Maybe it was just because it was cold. Or maybe…

 “I guess I kind of like the silly tradition,” she admitted, tugging at the end of her braid. “I mean, didn’t you wonder why it only ever appeared above us?”

He did wonder that, he just really didn’t mind.

“I mean, it’s obviously a… very powerful magic,” Hunter said as eloquently as he could. “Which makes sense, if they were coming from you and you’re so powerful and talented and-um.”

“Hunter, since we’re being honest… Luz told me that there's no curses or ghosts linked to not kissing under the mistletoe.”

“Really?”

She nodded. ”It’s really just a harmless decoration. Nothing more.”

“There’s really nothing magical about it?” he said skeptically. ‘

She shook her head.

“Huh, weird,” he said, absentmindedly adjusting Willow’s scarf, assuming she was chilly from the crisp wind. “Then why do I still feel-?” He looked back up to Willow who eagerly awaited the end of his sentence but suddenly he felt frozen and he knew the cold had nothing to do with it. 

“Feel like what?” she asked with a smile that suggested she already knew. The rush he’d get when they’d walk in a room together, the ease with which she’d pull him down, the warmth the contact brought. 

“Like… I wanna protect you from ghosts.” He said bashfully.

“Maaaaybe it was a different kind of magic,” Willow said sweetly, stepping closer to him. 

“Ha ha, I uh um m-maybe,” he chuckled nervously, standing still as Willow continued to move closer. “A-are you cold? Your glasses are fogging up, do you want to uh here-.”

“Ya know, Luz told me something else about mistletoe,” Willow said, so close to him Hunter could feel the heat of her breath on his cold face.

“O-oh really?”

“She said usually when people kiss under the mistletoe, they kiss under the mistletoe…” she trailed off and raised her eyebrows playfully to him, taking his hands in hers to see if he understood the word within the word.

“They… ki-oh,” the deep scarlet that consumed his face like a brick let Willow know he understood. He cleared his throat as his response fought to come out, but he knew the answer was more than something he could merely say. The trill of the wind was the only sound as Hunter filled his lungs with the cold air and Willow held his hands tightly as he leaned down, just as he had earlier.

She slowly closed her eyes as she went up to meet him in the middle..

He brushed the hair that had escaped her hat to the side, small flakes of snow sticking to her black locks like stars in a night sky. One hand rested on her cheek to protect her from the snow as his own closed. They bumped noses for a moment before their lips gently collided. Her soft lips dusted his chapped ones as though testing the waters Hunter immediately reciprocated, titling his head to kiss her easier. Willow wrapped his scarf around her hands to pull him closer and his hat fell to the ground but he didn’t care, there was no cold that could reach him now. The cold metal of her glass bumped his cheek, and he gently used his free hand to move them up atop her head as though it was second nature to him.

Willow took that as a sign that he didn’t mind kissing her a little bit longer, suspecting that he too now felt immune to cold as she did. They had completely abandoned their tote bags, lost to the snow that continued to cover them. When they parted, Hunter kept her close and rested his forehead down against hers. “L-like that?” he said softly, hoping she would have corrected him sooner had that not been the response she had been seeking. She simply giggled in response, burying her nose in his vast scarf and he moved his hands around her back to embrace her, the chill catching up to him as he looked up at the dangling plant.

“Y-you sure it’s not a magical plant?” Hunter asked, and Willow looked back up at him with a spirited smirk. He was utterly captivated by the stunning combination of faint moonlight and dancing snowflakes working together to highlight the gentle rose color of her face. This wasn’t a curse, that much he knew, but there had to be some greater power behind this warmth, this comforting and terrifying feeling.

And the fact that it was mutual.

“Let’s see,” she said, still holding him tightly as she made a circle and the mistletoe above them vanished from sight. His eyes remained on her, knowing the plant was gone but the feeling still remained. “Do you… feel any different?”

“I feel…” he exhaled and the cold wind captured his breath as he searched for the words. “Like this should be a tradition year round.”