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“Soft on You” (bucky barnes x f!reader) 18+

Part One: Paper Hearts and Midnight Tea

Summary: Working as Congressman Bucky Barnes’ assistant is supposed to be a dream job—and in a way, it is. He’s gentle, respectful, never raises his voice. Always says thank you, sweet girl in that low, velvet-soft tone that makes your knees go weak.

You’re in love with him. Hopelessly.

But he’s kind to everyone… right?

When you spot him laughing with someone else in the hallway, your heart takes a hit you weren’t ready for. And Bucky? All he knows is you stopped writing smiley faces on his coffee cup—and he hates it.

Word count: 7k

Warnings: mutual pining, unrequited love vibes, soft!gentleman bucky, sweet overthinking assistant reader, office romance tension, emotional tea, spiraling, fluff-angst, best friends who know too much, kdrama-level longing

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Another morning. Another cup of overpriced, overly specific coffee.

The barista at the corner café barely looked up as the person in front of you grabbed their order and shuffled away. You stepped forward, greeted her with a soft smile.

“Hey again,” you said. “Hazelnut roast, half an espresso shot, a whisper of cinnamon, oat milk—not the foamy kind—and one sugar, please.”

Your tone was light but precise. You had it memorized now. Congressman Barnes’s coffee order. You’d committed it to memory after the first week.

The girl smiled knowingly. “Of course. Name?”

“Bucky,” you said. “And can you draw a smiley face on it again?”

She grinned. “Always.”

You paid with the company card—technically an extension of his card. The one he’d handed you with an easy “Use it for anything you need, alright?” The truth was, you only ever used it for his coffee or the things he explicitly asked for. Never for yourself.

Even if he insisted. Even if he gave you that soft look that made your ribs ache a little.

Congressman Barnes was never unkind. Never demanding. But you noticed things.

How he winced subtly when the intern from the fifth floor brought the wrong cup.

How his shoulders tensed in the blazer his last assistant used to pick out before she quit.

How the chaos of the Capitol made him quietly tired, even if he’d never say it aloud.

The barista handed you the drink—smiley face and all; Bucky:)—you murmured a thank you before stepping back onto the busy sidewalk.

Two blocks. Same route. Same cup cradled between your palms.

You crossed the street, heart already fluttering. Not that it ever really settled.

Lila. That’s what everyone called you at the office.

That was Bucky’s doing, actually.

You always wore something lilac. A hair tie. A ribbon. Your nail polish last week. It was your favorite color. Quiet and soft and a little bit wistful.

You never told him that.

But he noticed. Of course he did.

And one morning, after you handed him his drink, he’d looked up and said, “Thanks, Lila.”

And that was that.

Everyone else followed.

You stepped into the building and were greeted by Clara at reception. A lovely woman in her late fifties who wore bright lipstick and always smelled like lavender.

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” she beamed. “Another day, another cup for our handsome boss?”

You grinned. “As always.”

The elevator chimed, the metal doors slid shut, and you took a breath.

You could do this.

You always did.

You knocked once when you reached his door.

“Come in,” came the reply—soft, deep, velvet.

You stepped in. “Good morning, Mr Barnes.”

He was pretending to read something. He always did that. The folders were neatly opened in front of him, though you’d end up summarizing them by noon like always.

His blue shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, jacket hanging behind him, the sunlight catching the edge of his vibranium arm. His hair was loose—he only tied it back for press events. It made him look… softer. Younger. Warmer.

He looked up and smiled. Not the one he gave reporters or constituents. No, this one was for you.

“Morning,” Bucky said, voice low and sweet. His eyes dropped to the cup in your hand. “You remembered.”

You stepped forward, holding it out. “I always remember.” Then you flushed. “I—I mean, it’s not hard. You’re very specific.”

He chuckled, taking it from you with a nod. “Still,” he said, voice even quieter, “thank you, sweet girl.”

Sweet girl.

Your entire insides turned into warm, melted goo. You had to look away.

You turned, reached for the door—almost slammed right into it.

You squeaked.

“You okay?” he asked, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Yes! Yes. Fine.” You fled. You absolutely fled.

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it, heart racing like you’d just sprinted up twelve flights of stairs.

You were going to die. You were going to die.

That man was going to be the death of you.

The office buzzed with politics and chatter and the gentle whirl of printers. But you were floating. Absolutely suspended in your own little cotton-candy daydream of one man, one voice, one look.

You dropped into your desk chair, let out a long sigh, and stared into the void of your desktop screen.

“Rough morning already?” came Mai’s voice as her head peeked around your cubicle.

You didn’t look. “Don’t.”

“Did he say your name again?” Mai teased.

On the other side, Katt popped up. “No, it’s worse. He probably called her sweet girl again.”

“I—” You groaned and dropped your head into your hands.

“I knew it!” Katt cheered. “We have a new record, Mai. It’s not even ten.”

Mai grinned. “Crisis at this early hour? Lila, you’re making history.”

You made a pitiful sound. “I don’t know what to do. This is torture.”

From behind your hands: “Maybe just tell him you’re desperately and helplessly in love with him?” Mai suggested dryly.

You peeked up at her, face hot. “Noooo…”

You buried yourself in work after that, determined to focus.

Until lunchtime.

“Okay girls,” Katt said, dramatically pushing her chair back. “It’s food o’clock.”

“I have to finish these for Mr. Barnes,” you said, eyes glued to your screen.

“They’ll still be here in thirty minutes,” Mai said, tugging your arm. “Don’t make me drag you.”

You finally gave in.

The three of you headed down the hall toward the cafeteria, laughter already bubbling between you.

And that’s when it happened.

You rounded the corner—and stopped.

So did your heart.

Bucky.

His laugh. The one that rarely escaped. And the unmistakable sound of someone giggling.

You looked up.

Yelena.

They were just standing there, next to the vending machine. Close. Too close.

Yelena’s hand was on his arm.

Bucky leaned in, said something low you couldn’t hear.

You didn’t want to.

You liked her. Really, you did. She was funny. Cool. Sharp as a knife and twice as bold. You sometimes suspected she knew how you felt.

Maybe she liked him too.

And maybe he liked her back.

There was nothing you could do about that.

You blinked, forced a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and grabbed Mai and Katt by the arms. “Let’s go the other way.”

“What—Lila, what the hell?” Katt laughed as you spun them around. “We’re not robbing a bank!”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

You made it to the cafeteria, got your usual—porridge and potatoes—and sat.

You stared at your tray like it could solve string theory if you stared hard enough.

Mai sat next to you, chewing thoughtfully. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

Katt raised a brow. “So… you’re not gonna tell us what just happened in the hallway?”

You sighed.

You’d never admit it aloud, but you were hopelessly, helplessly, embarrassingly in love with your boss.

And he’d never love you back.

Not when he had the world in his hands.

Not when girls like Yelena made him laugh like that.

So you just pushed your food around your plate and said nothing.

And from across the cafeteria, Bucky glanced over, coffee cup still warm in his hand, brows just barely drawn together—watching you like he already missed you.

But you didn’t see it.

You never did.

“She’s doing the swirl again,” Katt whispered.

“Yeah,” Mai muttered, chewing her potatoes. “She only does that when she’s spiraling.”

“I’m not spiraling,” you said, staring hard at your spoon.

They both said “Mmm-hmm” at the same time.

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The walk back was filled with warm sun and office gossip. Mai had copies to make. Katt wandered off with a grin to flirt with that intern from legal.

You… took the stairs.

Not because you liked them. Oh no. You loathed the stairs.

But anything—anything—was better than accidentally running into Bucky again.

You opened the stairwell door and looked up.

It was an endless, unholy spiral of doom. The stairs went up and up and up, into the fluorescent heavens.

You let out a tiny, pitiful noise. “Why am I like this?”

Still, you started to climb.

Each step echoed with the ghosts of your terrible decisions.

Why can’t I just tell him?

Because he definitely doesn’t like me back.

Ughhh but if he’d just reject me outright, I could move on

But nooo.

He has to be kind. He has to be gentle. He has to say ‘thank you, sweet girl’ with that stupid velvet voice and make my life a living HELL—

You stopped and leaned dramatically against the railing, wheezing.

“I hate that old sweet man,” you muttered, pouting to no one.

Outside the stairwell…

Bucky frowned as he watched you push open the door and disappear inside.

He’d been mid-conversation with one of the finance reps, nodding politely, but now all his attention was focused on the heavy metal stair door.

“…Wait, Mr. Barnes—we need to go over these budget changes,” the man called after him.

“Give them to my secretary!” Bucky snapped without looking.

He walked over and stood in front of the stairwell like it had personally offended him.

“Why the hell would she take the stairs?” he murmured.

Eight floors.

You took the stairs up eight floors.

He stared at the elevator for a long beat.

Then remembered something—the hallway after lunch.

The way you’d seen him and Yelena. The way your eyes widened. The way you turned around like he’d slapped you.

Is she avoiding me?

He frowned. His chest did something uncomfortable.

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You were dying.

Sweating. Gasping. Legs crying. Spirit broken.

Your shirt clung to your back. Your breath sounded like you'd fought a war.

You reached the door at the top of the eighth floor and pushed it open like you were crossing a finish line.

Right then, the elevator dinged.

You didn’t even look. You were too busy trying to look normal while internally perishing.

Then you heard footsteps behind you. Slow. Sure.

Then—

“You okay, secretary?”

You froze.

The universe definitely hated you.

“Lila?”

Your head snapped up like someone had electroshocked your spine.

“YES, Mr. Barnes!!” you said too quickly, frantically brushing your hair away from your sweaty face.

He nodded at you, raising a brow.

Then, almost teasing: “You took the stairs?”

You opened your eyes wide like a deer caught mid-crime.

“I—I was just… feeling like doing some exercise!” you blurted, throwing in a random stretch for good measure. “You know, keep the blood flowing!”

“…Do I?” he asked, watching you like you were a riddle.

“I—I have to go back and finish work,” you stammered, still catching your breath. “Have a great afternoon, Mr. Barnes!”

And then you ran.

Like, actual power-walked your way down the hall like someone had set your shoes on fire.

Across the cubicle wall, Mai and Katt were already whispering.

“I swear to God, if she doesn’t say something by Christmas,” Mai muttered, “I will.”

“Do you think we can lock them in the supply closet?” Katt whispered back. “He’d call her sweet girl and she’d faint. Instant HR violation.”

You reached your desk and nearly collapsed into your chair, still flushed. Your heart was racing, and your knees were jelly.

They turned just as you slumped into view.

Mai blinked. “Girl, you look like you just came back from the peregrination.”

“Decided to run a mile suddenly?” Katt asked, sipping her iced tea.

“Don’t even ask me about it,” you muttered, flopping into your chair.

Mai chuckled. “Cheer up. It’s almost home time.”

“Yeah,” you said in a very tiny voice.

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That night, your apartment looked exactly how your brain felt—chaotic.

You showered. Cleaned a little. Cooked something edible.

Then you collapsed into bed like a crumpled paper swan.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Hands cradled your face. Warm, gentle. Familiar.

“I’ve always been in love with you, Lila,” Bucky whispered.

Your breath caught.

“Me too,” you said, tears in your voice.

He leaned in, eyes soft, and just as his lips brushed yours—

Tick tick tick—

Your eyes flew open. The alarm screamed beside you.

You smacked it off and groaned, flopping back against your pillow.

“You always stop the kiss,” you mumbled at the stupid clock.

You got up, groggy and betrayed by your own subconscious.

Shower. Towel. Closet.

Pencil skirt, cream blouse, lilac hair tie. Heels you almost hated.

You headed out, picked up the usual coffee—his usual—and made your way to the office.

Clara greeted you with a warm smile.

“Morning, Lila.”

“Morning, Clara.”

But your brain was already plotting. You spotted your chance.

At your desk, you found Mai hunched over her computer.

“Hi, girl,” she said without looking, fingers flying across the keyboard.

“I need a favor,” you said sweetly, holding out the coffee like it weighed five tons.

Mai paused. Slowly turned to face you.

Her eyes flicked to the cup. Then to your too-innocent smile.

“No.”

“Wha—what do you mean no?” you gasped.

“I’m not doing it,” she said flatly. “That’s your job.”

“But just for today,” you pleaded, inching the coffee closer like it might hypnotize her. “Please. Just once. I’m begging you.”

“You literally are,” she said, crossing her arms. “Still no.”

You clasped your hands like you were on a telenovela. “Mai, I’m desperate. I can’t face him today. I’m still recovering from yesterday's Incident.”

“You chose the stairs,” she reminded you.

“I chose survival!” you cried. “You weren’t there. You didn’t hear the murder in his voice when he said ‘You took the stairs?’ I almost died, Mai. Don’t make me go back in there.”

She stared at you.

You dropped to your knees behind her chair. “Please. Pretty please. I will buy you lunch for the rest of the month. I’ll organize your inbox. I’ll write your emails in Shakespearean verse. I will sell you my soul in three convenient payments—”

Mai groaned and snatched the coffee from your hands. “Fine! Fine. But this is a one-time-only favor, and you officially owe me your firstborn.”

You shot up like a rocket. “Yes! Love youuu!” You kissed her cheek dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” She waved you off. “You’re paying for lunch. And dessert. Forever.”

Inside Bucky’s office…

There was a knock.

“Come in,” he called, eyes still on the file in front of him.

The door opened.

“Hi, Bucky,” came Mai’s voice.

His brows furrowed.

“Hey, Mai,” he replied slowly, looking up. “Uh… what’s up?”

She held out the coffee. “Here’s your coffee, boss.”

He blinked. “Umm… thanks?” His tone was uncertain.

Then, after a pause: “Did Lila not come in today?”

Mai laughed nervously. “Oh, she’s here! Totally here. She just… had a lot of work to do. Really busy at her desk.”

“…Right.” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave. “Thanks, Mai.”

“You’re welcome!” she chirped, and practically backed out of the room.

She reached your desk and dropped into her chair like she’d seen the face of death.

“I’m never doing that again,” she hissed. “Never covering for you. He looked at me like—like he could see my soul, Lila. I’m sure he knows I lied.”

You slid lower in your seat, hiding behind your monitor. “Do you think he suspects?”

Mai just blinked at you. “Girl. He knows.”

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Bucky was pacing.

One hand in his pocket, the other holding his coffee. His usual coffee.

It tasted the same as always—hazelnut roast, half an espresso shot, a whisper of cinnamon, oat milk (not foamy), one sugar.

Everything about it was right.

Except one thing.

He looked down at the cup again.

No smiley face.

No little "Bucky :)" in pink gel pen, squeezed into the corner of the cardboard sleeve.

He pouted. Actually pouted.

Was she mad at him?

He racked his brain. Had he said something wrong? Looked at her weird? Ignored her without realizing?

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked to the corner of his office where the electric kettle sat.

There was only one way to figure it out.

He'd just ask her.

On the other side of the office, a phone rang.

"Congressman Barnes' office—what can I help you with?" you said automatically, headset in place as you scrolled through the inbox.

There was a pause.

Then:

“Hey.”

Your whole body jolted.

That voice. Velvet. Low. Sweet. The voice that haunted your sleep.

Your eyes widened in horror and you let out the softest squeak before launching the phone across the desk to Katt, who barely caught it in time.

“GIRL, WHAT THE FU—" Katt whispered, clutching the phone. “Are you possessed?!”

You flailed silently, mouthing in pure panic: It’s Bucky. It’s BUCKY!!

Katt rolled her eyes like she was surrounded by toddlers. “Yeah, and? He works here. You do know that, right?”

“I CAN’T—ANSWER—HIM,” you hissed, gesturing to your entire being. “ANSWER FOR ME. PLEASE. I CAN’T—”

Katt pressed the receiver to her ear. “Hi, Bucky.”

You tried to vanish under your desk.

There was a pause, then a grunt through the line.

“Tell her to come to my office. Right now.”

Then he hung up.

Katt stared at the phone. Then at you.

You stared back, wide-eyed.

“Well?” you croaked. “What did he say?”

Katt blinked, face deadpan. “Oh, girl… you’re in so much trouble.”

You gasped. “WHAT?!”

“He wants you in his office. He sounded pissed. Like Winter Soldier pissed.”

You grabbed your chest like your heart was physically breaking. “Oh my God. He’s gonna fire me. I’m gonna be unemployed. I’m gonna die in a box on the subway.”

“Just go,” Katt said, shooing you. “Before he comes out here and drags you in by the ponytail.”

You stood like a condemned woman walking to her public execution.

Straightened your blouse.

Marched like a soldier.

You reached his door, knocked once. No answer.

You opened it slowly, like there might be explosives wired to the hinges.

You stepped inside.

And froze.

Bucky was half-sitting on his desk. No jacket. Sleeves rolled.

He looked… mad. But not loud-mad. Quiet-mad. Still. Controlled.

Hot.

Too hot.

You swallowed hard.

He was holding a cup. Not coffee.

Tea.

He looked up. His eyes met yours.

“Did I do something wrong, sweetheart?”

His voice was gentle. Too gentle.

And that’s what broke you.

You expected yelling. Accusations. Maybe a firing.

Not that.

Not kindness.

You blinked. “N-No, sir. I just… migraines.”

He looked at you for a long time. Too long.

Then, without a word, he handed you the cup.

“Chamomile. Honey. No lemon. You hate lemon in tea.”

Your hands shook as you took it.

The tea was warm. Soothing. Just how you made it for yourself.

Your lip trembled.

And you were so, so screwed.

so she’s finally here!!! the sweet slow spiral into love (and delusion) begins 💌 it’s soft, it’s bucky—what more can you ask for?

how do we feel about this first part?? are we screaming??crying??

thank you for reading🥹 more to come very soon <3

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kazuhahalol · 8 months ago

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— the first snowfall | k. kurta

kurapika sees snow for the first time in York New city, triggering horrible memories.

warnings: none

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december 14th 2024

It never snowed much in the Lukso Province. With the location being directly under the sun’s rays with every tilt of the planet, it refused to snow in the lush, green forest. The last time it snowed was a few years before Kurapika was born. Kurapika is currently body guarding Light Nostrade’s daughter, Neon, in the hotel they’re staying at for an auction. His stiff and lean body stays posted outside the wooden door, mind racing with thoughts and .9 millimeter stuffed in his belt. The large glass windows displays the city lights below and above, obnoxious honking sounding from ground level. He doesn’t get much sleep here.

The halls are quiet and empty, a person or two occasionally navigating towards their hotel room. He could tell they were affluent if they were staying at such a hotel. Your work shoes step against the carpet of the floor as you come back from your restroom break, seeing the blonde staring straight ahead at the huge billboard on the roof of the office building across, advertising some type of federal banking company.

You clear your throat softly, careful not to startle or agitate him. “Long night?”

Kurapika doesn’t turn but closes his eyes in exhaustion and nods, his eyes opening to fixate on the billboard outside once more. “Every night’s a long one here.” His voice is quiet, barely more than a murmur, like he’s trying not to disturb the silence he’s settled into. There’s a slight edge in his tone, a heaviness that you can’t quite read. Something mixed with regret and enervation.

You linger a moment, then add, “Not much to do but watch, I guess.”

He shifts his weight subtly, his gaze never breaking from the glass. “Watching is quite literally my job. Everything else is a distraction.” His tone is curt, almost dismissive. It’s clear he’s not looking for conversation, but he doesn’t seem intent on pushing you away either. It’s like he’s learned to tolerate your presence without fully acknowledging it.

The silence hangs between you, and you can’t help but feel the tension he holds, the way his stance is coiled like a spring even when he’s standing still.

You hesitate, then try once more. “Can’t be easy, though.

There’s a barely perceptible exhale, more exasperated than anything. “Easy isn’t the point,” he mutters, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. For a moment, he looks away from the window, his posture rigid. “If you’re finished with your break, I suggest you focus on your post.”

You internally let out a sigh before copying his stance, shutting up and staring out the window, but on guard. Your eyes are trained onto the billboard. The white billboard lit up with obnoxiously bright LED lights with a very happy man holding his credit card. You decided to name him Lorenzo, as he’ll be your only friend for the next few hours. You hadn’t noticed it started to snow until you wonder what in the world is flying around outside. You stare at the frozen particles in childlike wonder. Growing up in York New, you always loved how beautiful the snow looked in the city. Unable to refrain yourself, you walk towards the glass of the square window and watch as the snowflakes fall from white clouds covering the night sky.

You draw a small smiley face on the fogged up glass from your breath before turning towards Kurapika, seeing his disturbed face. You grow confused. Unbeknown to you, Kurapika has never seen snow before. The day Kurapika came back to find his clan slaughtered, he was traumatized by the sight. Mutilated bodies scattered here and there, blood splattered on what used to be a kids playground, and the fire set to many of the huts and houses of the province. One thing he’ll never forget is the ash that fell from the sky due to the many houses lighten ablaze. His heart races as his scarlet eyes flare up behind those black contacts. The snow. The ash. It’s too similar to him. Just like how the ash covered the dead bodies of his friends and family, it started to cover up the ground and roofs of the city buildings.

“Something wrong?” you ask, careful to keep your tone neutral.

Kurapika’s head snaps back slightly, as though pulled from a deep, dark memory. He presses his lips into a thin line, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “It’s nothing,” he replies, his voice edged with something close to irritation, as if even admitting that much is a vulnerability. His gaze returns to the snow outside, but this time he makes an effort to look away, to ignore it.

You drop your hand from the glass, the small smiley face already fading.

“Right.” You glance down the empty hallway, sensing that pushing further will only agitate him. And it’s clear he doesn’t want sympathy, nor distractions.

Kurapika straightens, the faintest tremor in his shoulders as he resets himself. “Get back to your post.” His tone is steely, all business now. “If there’s anything you should be concerned with, it’s not the snow.”

You nod once, sensing the finality in his words. As you turn to walk back to your post, you catch one last glimpse of his reflection in the glass, rigid, guarded, and isolated. The snow continues to fall softly outside, and you understand, just a little, why he avoids looking at it. Why some memories are best left buried.

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slytherhys · 2 years ago

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12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!

PS. I'm open to requests.

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5th day of Christmas - Cookie Decorating

I'm dedicating this to Elisa for giving me so many good ideas for this challenge. I love you and you're the best and I hope this story does your idea justice.

It's just cookies! (Archeron Sisters Bonding)

If anyone happened to enter the kitchen of the townhouse, they would probably be extremely confused at the sight before them. Alarmed even.

Feyre stood hunched over a tray of cookies, a look of pure concentration on her face as she gently drew different patterns with the pipping bag in her hands. Stars, and snowmen, and Solstice trees appeared under her sister’s talented hands, each one looking more mouthwatering than the other.

On the other end of the counter, Nesta stared at the tray in front of her with disdain, holding the pipping bag in her hands with what could only be described as a death grip. There were already two cookies decorated, though Elain couldn’t be quite sure of what they were supposed to be. She wasn’t sure Nesta knew either if the frustrated look on her face was any indication.

When Elain had first suggested to her sisters that they all bake cookies for their family it had been a fiddle attempt at spending more time with them. Sure, she had only vaguely mentioned the fact they’d be baking them from scratch, but Elain had been confident enough in her skills that she had expected things to go smoothly. Looking around her, she couldn’t help but grimace, very much regretting the suggestion that any of her sisters step foot in the kitchen in the first place.

There wasn’t an inch of the kitchen counter that wasn’t covered in either burnt parchment paper or whatever ingredients had been used to bake gingerbread cookies (Elain couldn’t quite recall why cheese was one of them, but she tried not to think about it). Solstice-themed cookie cutters were pilled precariously by the sink, where every single baking tool Elain ever owned now seemed to be.

Out of the four batches Elain had originally planned to bake, only two remained. One had ended up in the trash, burnt and possibly toxic, while the other had been eaten by both Feyre and Nesta. Stress-eating, Feyre had offered as an explanation at Elain’s affronted glare.

Now, Elain couldn’t help but crave something to nibble on too. The baking should’ve been the hardest part of it, but Elain was close to tears as she watched both her sisters decorate the cookies. Between Feyre’s perfectionism and Nesta’s utter lack of talent, it was all Elain could do not to kick them out of her kitchen. Out of her house. Mainly as Nesta cursed rather colourfully for what was probably the tenth time in the past thirty seconds.

“Remind me again why I agreed to do this?” Nesta muttered under her breath as she tried to draw a smiley face on the snowman in front of her. At least that’s what Elain assumed she was going for.

“We’re bonding.” Elain said exasperatedly, hovering behind her older sister. “Stop squeezing the bag like that or else you won’t have any icing left for the other cookies.”

“I’d like to squeeze your neck, instead.” Nesta grumbled.

Feyre snorted. “I don’t think we’re very good at bonding, Elain.”

“If it helps, I don’t think you’re very good at baking, either.” Elain mumbled, biting her nails as she fought the urge to help Nesta. Her fingers were tingling with the need to reach for the pipping bag and just show her how easy it was to handle it. Or how unnecessary it was to completely strangle it.

Nesta eyed her cookies with a tilted head, then eyed Feyre’s cookies with envy. “How is it fair that I’m competing against Feyre? She’s a cauldron-damned painter.”

“This is not a competition.” Elain said, eyeing Feyre’s cookies. They did look beautiful, but Nesta didn’t need to hear that. Not when she was trying so hard. “This is a friendly, innocent activity. It’s just cookies!” She tried to be cheerful, but she feared she was edging lunacy. By the look her sisters gave her, she probably looked it as well.

“And if it were a competition, you’d at the very least get a participation medal.” Feyre smirked, ducking down just as a gingerbread cookie flew in her direction. She narrowed her eyes at her older sister. “That’s not very friendly of you.”

“Please, don’t waste anymore cookies.” Elain whined. At this rate, their friends would be lucky if they could get one each. “We don’t have the time to bake another batch and I refuse to bother Nuala and Cerridwen on Solstice.” Was she hyperventilating? It certainly felt like she was.

“Ladies,” A familiar voice sounded from behind Elain, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around and watch as Rhysand strolled inside the kitchen. Not when it looked as if it had felt victim to one of Cassian’s drunken pranks. “Why is Elain having a meltdown?”

Feyre smiled, leaning against her mate as he reached her side. “We’re very bad at bonding.”

“And baking. Very bad at baking.” Elain added, mildly terrified as Azriel and Cassian too appeared in the doorway.

“Can’t be that bad, can it?” Cassian grinned, peering into both trays. He shrugged. “They look edible.”

Azriel grabbed a cookie, eyebrows rising as he tried to understand exactly what he was looking at. He didn’t seem to entirely agree with Cassian’s statement. “I’m guessing Nesta decorated these?” He asked, a smirk on his lips.

“Don’t be a dick.” Cassian said, chewing the head of a snowman. “They’re…” He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he eyed the plate in front of him. “abstract. Right, Nes?”

Nesta gave him a blank stare. “Sure.”

Azriel shook his head, trying to hide a smile as he eyed Elain. “Did you bake anything?” Was it her or had that felt more like an accusation than an innocent question?

Bastard.

She felt her face heat as everyone’s attention turned to her. “N-no.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes, knowing smile on his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Why would she bake anything?” Feyre objected before Elain could say anything. “She asked us to do it with her.”

“And she trusts us.” Nesta added. Then paused, turning to her sister as if suddenly unsure. “Right?”

Elain nodded quickly, ignoring Azriel’s taunting smile as she focused on her sisters instead. “Of course I do!” She assured them, because she truly did.

Even if she had gotten up at dawn to bake a few batches as precaution.

#archeron sisters #feyre archeron #elain archeron #nesta archeron #rhysand #azriel #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #12 days of christmas acotar edition #christmas stories #12 days of christmas #christmas writing

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nasy-tarot · 11 months ago

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What have they realised about you

(timeless reading)

Group 1

(crab with the fish)

“You are a Big Fish”

“Hard to Catch, Easy to Use”

That you have a Big Personality. Wherever you are, it’s easy to notice you, you have radiant energy to you, you are always generous with those you love and always try to include people in whatever you are doing. You radiate Beauty and Aphrodite is showing up for your reading strongly (and Hecate is what I also heard). I’m hearing a song “Big Time Sensuality” by Björk. You are very nostalgic at your core and you genuinely in love with all aspects of life and life experiences you can possibly have, you love to experience the world with all of your senses.

People are realising you’ve grown since meeting them and your energy expanded beyond what was presented to you initially. Somehow you made even a bigger jump than other people expected from you. You feel ethereal but also Queen Bee-like, I’m getting grounded and welcoming essence. You don’t look back with disgust but rather float right past anything that doesn’t promote your growth. People you may be asking about are dumbfounded by your growth and really see no struggle in the way you move but I really see a lot of inner work that went into building of self that you have done and Spirit is congratulating you on your progress. I see you winning and enjoying your life. Lean into the unknown and use your intuition to step into what is unfamiliar to you to grow stronger and further and don’t be afraid of experiences you cannot logically explain.

Your lucky numbers are 38, 27, 60

Your quote:

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

William Shakespeare

Group 2

(finger smileys)

You are relatable but secure within yourself. It’s easy to copy you but almost impossible to match you. You have a strong brother/sister vibe to you, you really love people deeply around you but fully open your heart only to a few special ones. You could have a strong loving bond with your brother or sister, overall you are a beautiful humanitarian who tries their best to bring the best into this world. You hold this humanitarian energy close to yourself and embody it fully and sincerely, others might come to you for advice, I really see that others eee you as some kind of deity/priest, wherever you have any knowledge in the world of spirituality or not. You are highly curious about smaller things in life (I see a visual of a child sitting down on the pavement looking at the cool bug crossing the road) and you inspire others to pay attention to smaller things too because they are a part of a bigger picture. Because you appreciate the small things you will soon run into big wealth, especially when it comes to a project you feel passionate about.

What others realise about you is the duality of you, how you are so strong and “cocky” and both so sensitive and peculiar and just embody different aspects of your personality unapologetically. I see an image of someone trying to figure you out and they have all those coloured cards in their hands and they try to match one card or the other to you but they just get more and more confused and cards start falling out of their hands. Spirit is saying that “the truth is very much in the middle”. You are both a saint, a cute pink plushie and a mythical ancient soul that came together in one, and people start seeing more sides to you. They might not necessarily get it, but it’s fun to watch them try nevertheless, that’s what Spirit is saying :D

Your lucky numbers are 1, 62, 80

Your quote:

We are Divine enough to ask and we are important enough to receive.

Wayne Dyer

Group 3

(hair with the plug)

There are some things you only keep to yourself. What turns you on, what makes you move and what motivates you - your own self-empowerment may always stay a mystery to others. You may have very beautiful hair, there is something magnetic and primal in your appearance that draws people in. You may have deeper skin tone, voice or the way you move might feel elegant, slow and “bigger-than-life” like. Gentle giant is also what’s coming through. Your body is

People are realising that you are the one holding key to your destiny, even if you seem to fit in with the rest just fine. Your direction you are moving in is unknown to others, may also be unknown to you but I see you moving forward with what you have in the direction you feel like you have to move in. And I see you slowly but surely succeed. I also see you building your own stairs putting bricks right under your own feet if there is no road in front. This group is the most visual out of all of the others so you could be great at visual things like photography, art, dress, looks etc. Others are also realising you are more private than you may seem, you may like to keep your identity out certain situations and stay away from drama that may really be entertaining to others but only drains you. Others also realise how to the point and serious you are when it not only comes to family matters. You may practise self-love and putting in firm and solid boundaries with the ones closest to you. “Just because they are closest doesn’t mean they have to be in your face and drain you”, Spirit is saying. Practice your Self time that’s only for YOU and NOBODY ELSE.

Others also see you as confident but I see you in front of the mirror pep talking yourself and saying affirmations so it doesn’t come easy to you. Burberries and blueberries might be good for you at this time. Keep your head and heart away from social media at this time as it can cause your new-built confidence to slowly fade away. And listen toy good music.

Your lucky numbers are 37, 39, 74

Your quote:

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

Carl Jung

Group 4

(bathtub photo)

People who are coming through are most likely from your past whom you left because you fell out of alignment with them and moved on into the cooler and calmer waters while they chose to stay put.

People are realising they cannot access you anymore for you to listen to them, nurture them, help them “make their world feel good again”. Some of them are confused on why you left them because they find their life content and their place in life as where they “need to be”. I put these words in quotations because all those opinions they hold dear to their chest are delusions, but it is truly their choice to stay in stagnation. In this group I’m channeling pure self-absorption and self-pity because those individuals are focused mostly on their misery and how they feel cut out from your life and the place where they chose to stay starts slowly decaying while they try to regain access to your energy again. You are being divinely guided right now to keep moving away from those individuals and know that you are protected as well, there are many ancestors around you looking after you right now. The person or people who are thinking about you are trying to access your old version which you are slowly moving away from; all they have is memories of the good times.

People in this group are unable to look beyond their own cage of opinions they have created for themselves a long ago so that’s why you are not coming through at all in the reading. Your absence is what polarised this individual or people, they didn’t expect to care about you not being around as much as they did.

Your lucky numbers are 6, 30, 64

Your quote:

It is not enough to have a good mind; the main thing is to use it well.

Rene Descartes

#tarot reading #tarotblr #reading #spirituality #psychic #spiritualgrowth #witchblr #intuitive readings #intuitive messages #intuitive tarot reader #intuitive guidance

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photocut-ai · 5 months ago

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5 Simple Ways to Add Multiple Pictures to Your Instagram Story

Perhaps, you all are wondering how to make their Instagram stories more active by adding multiple pictures. Wonderful way to involve followers, display different moments, and tell a fuller story of your day by sharing several images in one story. There are many creative ways of sharing on Instagram and uploading multiple images into your stories the procedure is really simple. So if you are an iPhone or Android user or want to go the extra mile using the design tools we have something for you. In this guide, we will take you through five easy methods on how to put multiple pictures into your Instagram story.

1. Add Multiple Pictures to Your Instagram Story on an iPhone

iPhone users enjoy a plethora of options for adding multiple pictures to Instagram stories. This makes it almost easy to create a custom background and put pictures on top. Here's how:

Step 1: Create a Photo Background

First, create a photo background to serve as the base of your story:

Open the Instagram app and swipe right to go into Instagram Stories.

Select a random photo from your gallery to be the background.

Tap on the Drawing icon (the pen icon) and choose a color that will fill up the background as an option.

Once you've selected your color, tap on Done, to save it as your background.

Step 2: Add Multiple Photos

Once your background is set, you can start layering your photos:

Tap the Sticker icon (the smiley face) at the top of your screen.

Choose the Photo sticker option.

Select from your camera roll the pictures you would want in the story.

Adjust the size and position of the screen.

Repeat the process of adding photographs and adjusting them to the layout. You can also add some more spice to your story by adding text, stickers, emojis, and music.

Hit the Your Story button to share your collage with your followers when you are done with it.

2. Add Multiple Pictures to Your Instagram Story on Android

Android users can also use other creative tales of several photos through Instagram's built-in features. Here is how:

Step 1: Create Your Story Background

Just like on iPhone, start by setting up the background for your Instagram story:

Make sure to open the Instagram app and swipe to your story feed first.

Choose from either a background image or a solid color that you want to use.

Step 2: Use the Photo Sticker

Now, to add multiple photos:

Tap the Sticker icon at the top of the screen.

Pick the Photo sticker.

Choose the images you want to add to your story and resize, rotate, and position them.

You can also add text, stickers, GIFs, and music for extra magic in your story.

When you are satisfied with your collage, tap on Your Story to share it.

Discover everything you need to know about the Orange color.

3. Create a Story Series with Multiple Photos on Instagram

If more than a few photos are to be on display, Instagram permits creating a so-called "Story Series" where one can upload more than 10 or so pictures in a row. Here's how to do that:

Step 1: Start Your Story Series

Fire up Instagram, and swipe right into your story feed.

Click on the Photo icon and add a picture to your story.

Choose Multiple Photos, which allows you to select multiple images at a time from your camera roll.

Step 2: Customize the Series

Choose your images to start customizing the story. You may add text, music, and stickers to each image within your series to help make them flow together.

Once you're done with each image in the series, go ahead and tap Your Story to make it visible to your followers.

This is a terrific way to quickly share many photos in a given order or to string together a story as told through your images.

Cut out faces from photos to make funny designs using PhotoCut’s face cutout tool.

4. Make a Collage on Instagram Story

A photo collage is a wonderful way of presenting a bunch of pictures in a little organized manner. The built-in Layout tool for Instagram does allow adding up to several pictures in a single grid arrangement. Here’s how:

Step 1: Use Instagram’s Layout Feature

Open Instagram and swipe to your right for the Instagram stories section.

Tap on the icon of Layout, it looks like a grid, on the left side of the screen.

Select a layout option by which you will be able to add multiple photos (Instagram has different grid options like 2x2, 3x3, etc.).

Step 2: Add Your Photos

Pick all the ones you want to add to the collage, and Instagram will position them in the grid automatically.

You can tap onto each photo to reposition, zoom in on or out, and adjust as needed.

Add text, stickers, and other design elements to set the collage up.

When you are satisfied with your collage, tap Your Story to post it.

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5. Use PhotoCut to Add Multiple Pictures to Your Instagram Story

However, for a much more advanced and customizable option, online tools such as PhotoCut can design the collage into your Instagram story. Create custom layouts, add the multiple pictures that you want, and customize your design more elaborately.

Step 1: Start a Design on PhotoCut

Open up PhotoCut and hit Create a Design to get the ball rolling.

Pick a collage template that fits the appearance you want for your Instagram story

Step 2: Add and Customize Your Photos

Add the photos to be included and arrange them into a template.

Design your collage by adjusting the layout, and spacing, and adding extra design elements such as borders, stickers, and text.

Step 3: Download and Share

When satisfied with the collage, click Download to save the picture to your device.

Open Instagram and upload your collage as your story. You can enhance it further on Instagram with, say, GIFs or stickers before you post.

Conclusion

Very much entertainingly, it is possible to add several pictures to your Instagram story and create a chain of moments or construct a moving and pleasing collage. Whether you go by iPhone, Android, or a plethora of other third-party options like PhotoCut, several ways are there to create exciting content. By using Photo Stickers, layouts, or custom design collages, you can make Instagram stories to hold the interested eyes of your fans and share your memories differently.

So with all these tips and tricks, let go of your imagination while doing the next Instagram story!

Read about the Scarlet color and use it in your designs.

FAQs

Q1. Can I add more than one photo to an Instagram story?

Ans. Yes. You can add many photos to a single story on Instagram. You can use the Photo Sticker feature, or the Layout option, to create collages and upload several images at once.

Q2. What is the allowed number of photos for an Instagram story?

Ans. Adding photos to your Instagram story is free, without any strict limit on adding how many of those photos you would like. For some shows, it is often best to keep it under about 10 or 12.

Q3. How to make a collage photo for Instagram stories?

Ans. You can do this simply inside Instagram with the Layout feature, but you can also use some external tools like PhotoCut to do even more customized collages before uploading them to your Instagram story.

Q4. Can you add multiple photos using an Android device?

Ans. Definitely. Just like their counterparts on other platforms, Android users can easily add multiple photos using the Photo Sticker function of Instagram. Or you can use the Layout feature to create a photo collage.

Q5. Can I add images to my story in any order I want?

Ans. Sure. You are free to upload as many pictures as you wish and in any order on Instagram. In case you construct a story series, just upload the images in the order you want them to appear. The Multiple Photos function lets you select images to be viewed in the order they should appear from your camera roll.

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gr0tesques · 6 months ago

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‎ it was getting busy inside. too loud, too crowded. escaping from the hubbub was easy enough as harper’s friends gathered around the kitchen island, making hot drinks and exchanging stories of the last couple of years after college—none of which had anything to do with harper, and that was probably on purpose. who wants to talk about the dead, anyway?

stepping outside, julian lit a cigarette towards the edge of the porch, breathing in the crisp winter air that felt like a thousand little icicles pricking his nose from each inhale. he leaned against the wooden railing, phone in hand as he tried to compose a reply to noah’s text like he’d been attempting for the last several hours. did you arrive at the cabin yet? are your old classmates there? how are you holding up? julian had been contemplating on whether or not he should answer. the guy was sweet to be concerned but this was just frankly none of his business. still, julian had been going back and forth typing out an answer to each question or just replying with a thumbs up emoji. maybe throw in a smiley in there. or a heart?

the smoke from his cigarette took longer than usual to dissipate in the cold weather, the particles scrambled to find any invisible crevices to seep into and disappear, engulfing him in a haze of grey when arlo found him. and he didn’t mean to be so jumpy, though it was hard not to feel like he’d walked into a house haunted by restless spirits, some more malignant than others that the slightest gust of wind would’ve made him flinch.

“oh… hey, clarkey.”

he was more familiar with arlo’s voice than his face. which wasn’t to say that he didn’t recognize him now from how he looked, because they did have facebook and arlo looked somewhat the same as he did back in college. he’s just spent more time hearing his voice than anything else in the past ten years, that’s all.

but it has been a decade and while he was comfortable with talking over game comms, it was different when arlo could see him, in the flesh, what he did to his body, how much has changed. he couldn’t maintain eye contact for long, instead drawing his eyes towards his hand, the one with the burning cigarette. he could hear arlo coming closer, how the wood creaked underneath each thud of his step and he subtly tried to back himself against the corner of the railing, right up against the wooden post holding up the roof.

arlo’s question was innocent enough, considerably more genuine than anything he’s heard from anybody else since he and ellie arrived, just because this was arlo and he never knew the guy to not be sincere. even if he couldn’t see him. even if he was dressed in camo barrelling through the rooftop of a warehouse to find the last motherfucker in the game and shoot his brains out.

“i’m okay. you?”

for @gr0tesques

"I thought I might find you here." Arlo smiled as he spotted Julian outside the cabin. He had greeted the others who were already inside and he had gone in search of his friend. It had been a long time since he had seen Julian in person and Arlo was a little taken aback in how different his friend looked - he'd grown up. He supposed they probably all had. They all looked a little different but there barely seemed to be a trace of the old Julian there - at least looks wise, anyway.

He and Julian hadn't seen much of one another in person over the last ten years but that didn't mean that they hadn't spoke. The two of them spoke most days - just in the video games lobbies. It was nice to properly see him in person, even if it was under horrible circumstances.

Arlo closed the distance between the two of them and rested against the cabin wall. He glanced out across the lake. It had been his first moment of stillness since he had arrived and the heaviness of the whole thing weighed him down ... for a moment. He took a deep breath, steading his thoughts before he turned back to the other. "You okay?" He asked him.

#int. julian koenig / the red herring #ft. arlo clark

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jenonctcity · 5 years ago

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Art Of Innocence

The Virgin Series – Huang Renjun

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Bestfriend-Lovers!Au

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst.

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Very brief mentions of drug and alcohol, Loss of virginity.

Word Count: 11.8k

Summary: Art and gaming. That’s all Renjun found himself doing. Of course he spent time with his friends, but he had to be dragged away from his games console or easel first. Renjun had been brought up around art, his mother being an artist and his father being a drama teacher. So it wasn’t a shock to anyone when he decided to study art at university. His quiet, shy, nerdy nature meant that he didn’t get much attention when walking around campus, which is just how he liked it. You however, had found him on your first day of university and had stuck to him like glue. He pretended as if you didn’t mean that much to him, but you and him both knew he would be lost without you. Only, you didn’t know he was a virgin. So after you found out about the pact from one of the other boys, you couldn’t wait to intercept his gaming session and quiz him on his innocence. You couldn’t help it, but you suddenly saw him in a different light, one that had your fingers tingling and stomach flipping. The same way Renjun had felt looking at you since the first day he’d met you.

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Meeting Renjun had been noteworthy. It isn’t every day that you find yourself a best friend upon your first meeting with someone, but with Renjun it had come very naturally. It had started when you’d tripped over the tiniest stick in existence, which you still have no idea how you did that, and had fallen straight into Renjun. It was very cliché, which is the exact reason you picked him to be your new best friend. He had been more than surprised when a beautiful girl he’d never met before flew into his arms and had face planted straight into his chest. After he’d gotten over his initial shock and had straightened you up onto your feet, he’d accepted the bumble of apologies that came flying out of your mouth and was ready to move on with his life. What he didn’t expect was for you to notice the Moomin keyring on his backpack and to spark up a conversation about it that seemed like it went on forever, with you repeating yourself and him just listening. Before he knew it, the two of you had walked around campus twice and he’d found out that your name is (Y/N) and you have a tendency to ramble on about random crap. But he liked to listen to your random crap, and he could see the beautiful friendship blossoming before his eyes.

So you and Renjun soon became close. You learnt his class schedule and forced him to learn yours, so that it was easier for the two of you to spend time together. At first, you had a feeling Renjun wasn’t overly keen on being your friend, but after a little while you just realised he had an attitude where he pretended he didn’t care about anything, since he would start waiting outside of your classroom for you to finish when you hadn’t even made plans with him. With Renjun, came his best friends. Jaemin, Jeno, and Donghyuck. You got on really well with them, but you only saw them when you went over to their shared apartment to see Renjun, or if they invited you to go to the classic American style diner down the road from their apartment. You also learnt a lot about his past. He was born in China but after his father got a job in Korea, they moved over when Renjun was eleven and they’d been there ever since. When you’d heard that his mother was a freelance artist and his father was a drama teacher, it made sense to you. Renjun was studying art and had a natural talent you can only assume was passed onto him from his parents.

You couldn’t even count the amount of times on both of your hands that Renjun had drawn you little pictures of random things. He was very generous with his art and even though you’d never asked him or expected him to draw or paint you anything, he loved to surprise you with a small painting of flowers or a sketch he’d done of you based purely off of his memory of your details and features. His art was hugely impressive, his people skills on the other hand, not so much. He was quiet, and he kept to himself, only spending time with you, or the boys. The more you got to know Renjun, the more you were surprised that he even let you cling to him like you did, but you never once thought that it could be because he formed a crush on you. From the moment that Renjun had laid eyes on you when you bumped into him, he had felt his heart jump on a rocket ship and take flight. He was so smitten for you, but he didn’t want you to notice, so he hid it well and preferred to show his affection towards you in subtle ways, like paying for your lunch, walking you back to your dorm, or drawing you a silly picture of a worm. Even after a year and a half of Renjun feeling that way, you however, had never really thought of Renjun in any other way other than platonic. Of course you thought he was beautiful; he was one of the most beautiful males you’d ever laid eyes on. He had deep brown eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, a cute little nose and a smile that made you want to pinch his cheeks and coo at him. Which the one time you did, his cheeks went so red that he whined for about half an hour that he was embarrassed.

You were more than happy that the apartment the boys lived in wasn’t too far from campus, it was only a ten minute walk if you picked up the pace and you could stop off at the convenience store on the way to buy snacks. Also it meant that you didn’t have to be in the cold January air for long, which was a bonus. With your backpack now heavier from the soda and snacks you bought, you knocked on their apartment door and waited patiently, rocking backwards and forwards on your feet. The door swung open and a smiley Donghyuck appeared behind the door.

“Hey (Y/N).” He opened the door wide enough for you to step in. You smiled back and quickly took your shoes off in the entrance.

“Hey Hyuck.” You neatly arranged your shoes by the door and pulled off your backpack and winter coat, hanging it up on the coat rack before shuffling through to the living room. As per usual, Renjun was nowhere in sight, but Jeno and Jaemin were sat on the sofas with their laptops on their laps with the tv showing old episodes of SpongeBob SquarePants. They both glanced up when you entered and smiled, Jaemin looking overly smug as he looked at you.

“Well hello (Y/N).” The Jaemin spoke had your eyebrows raising in question at his tone. It sounded like he knew something you didn’t and knowing Jaemin, it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hello Jaemin…is Renjun in his room?”

“Yep.” You quickly rushed to Renjun’s bedroom, not bothering to knock on the door because you knew he wouldn’t hear you knock anyway. Upon entering you saw Renjun in his typical position. Sat in his gaming chair at his desk, playing some random game on his desktop with his gigantic headphones covering half of his head. “Hey Renjun!” You chirped, throwing yourself on his bed. He completely ignored you, too invested in his game to even notice that you’d entered his room. His eyes were glued to the screen and his mouth was popped open in his concentration. “Renjun…Renjun!” You raised your voice until eventually he turned his head, giving you a nod and a brief greeting as he moved his attention back to his game. “Seriously?” You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I’ll be in the living room.” You grumbled and walked out of his room, leaving the door open and making your way back to the living room.

“Hey, guess what.” Jaemin turned his attention to you as you entered the room again and sat yourself down in between him and Jeno.

“What?” You laid your head back against the sofa and tilted it towards Jaemin, getting relaxed and preparing yourself for the dumb thing he was probably about to say.

“So you know how Renjun is a virgin-”

“WHAT?!” You shot up, sitting bolt upright with a look that was a mix of shock and amusement on your face. Jaemin and Jeno both flinched at your loud voice, looking shocked themselves. Donghyuck let out a snigger across the room where he was sitting on his phone. “I mean I had a feeling he was a virgin, but he never told me! He always avoided the topic of girls whenever I brought it up.”

“Oh…anyway now you know,” Jaemin scratched the back of his head awkwardly, as if he’d just let out a big secret that he shouldn’t have. “So we have this little pact going, and since you’re a female and super close to Renjun, I thought you could help him out.” He grinned widely at you, closing his laptop and shifting all of his attention to you.

“I don’t like where this is going…” You narrowed your eyes in suspicion at him, having heard stories about Jaemin’s little schemes that didn’t end up going well and have caused plenty of stories you’re sure that the boys will be telling their grandchildren one day.

“It isn’t bad, don’t worry.” Jeno leaned over and mumbled to you. You let out a small sigh of relief but still held a little bit of suspense inside of you as you watch Jaemin.

“The pact is, we all have to lose our virginities before the end of the year-”

“You’re all virgins?” You titled your head in curiosity, actually quite shocked hearing that these four handsome boys were all virgins still. It was a big surprise to you that Donghyuck was a virgin, as you knew him to have the party boy reputation, and a party where everyone is making decisions under the influence of alcohol and other non-legal substances is an easy opportunity to lose your virginity.

“Yeah, anyway,” Jaemin shook his hand to try and grab your attention back to him as you looked around at the nodding boys. “Like I said, we have to lose our virginities before the end of 2020. You know Renjun really well and we all know how much of an introverted nerd he is-”

“That’s a bit harsh.” You interrupted Jaemin yet again, causing him to narrow his eyes at you. You sunk your head into your neck slightly and giggled. “Sorry, carry on.”

“Anyway,” He out a lot of emphasis on the word, giving you a wide-eyed look that almost dared you to interrupt him one more time. “He’s going to need a bit of help. He’s the only one we’re worried about finding someone to do the dirty with. So this is where you come in!” He patted your thigh and gave you a big, closed mouth grin. “You need to help him get his dick wet.” You felt a bit sad for Renjun. It made you sad that his best friends didn’t have confidence in his ability to get some, because you knew that if Renjun really put his mind to something, he could easily pull it off. Just because Renjun hadn’t had sex yet, doesn’t mean he’s incapable of it. And no, you’d never seen him flirt with anyone, or even lay eyes on another female, or…even show interest in another female…but that doesn’t mean he will struggle to fuck someone.

“He won’t need my help! The school year started two days ago and we’re less than a month into the new year, he has loads of time, there’s no rush.” You shrugged, sticking up for him as he wasn’t there to defend his own honour.

“Yeah we’re just saying that he might need a little…push in the right direction!” Jaemin was clearly only trying to help, so you didn’t get mad at him. Instead you rolled your eyes and patted Jaemin’s thigh.

“Let me handle it.” You pushed yourself up from the sofa and went back to Renjun’s room, rolling your eyes once more when you saw him sat in the exact same position as he was when you’d left the room. Instead of letting him ignore you though, you shut the door behind you, and marched up behind him. “Oi.” You lifted his headphones off of his head despite the little whine he let out. “I heard a little rumour about you Renjunnie.” You whispered in his ear, causing him to visibly shudder. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned off his game, spinning his chair around to face you as you perched on the end of his bed.

“A rumour? About what?” He tilted his head like a curious puppy, his knee bouncing which you had noticed he did as a little habit. One of the things you found endearing about Renjun was that he had a lot of little nervous habits. One of them was he fidgeted a lot, especially when the room was quiet but there was a lot of people surrounding him. Another one of his little habits was biting his nails, which you had reprimanded him for plenty of times, often by smacking his hand away from his face and giving him a glare.

“I heard from someone that you did some dirty dirty things at the new years party.” You winked at him, wondering if he would fall for your little story. You didn’t think it would be fun just to straight up tell him you knew about the pact and his very much still intact innocence, so instead you did what any best friend would do and wind him about it.

“Who said that?!” He frowned quickly, confusion settling over his features. He was wearing an oversized hoodie with matching sweatpants, and he looked far too cute and cosy to have a frown on his face. He slouched further into his seat and spread his legs out further, his habit of manspreading to the max still just as bad as it always was.

“A little birdie told me.” You smirked, putting your elbow on your thigh and leaning your head against your hand. You were trying really hard not to laugh, but Renjun hadn’t noticed that you were just teasing him yet. “Did you fuck someone again?” You titled your head, feigning innocence as his eyes squinted and he looked even more confused than before.

“Again? What on earth are you bumbling on about?” His cheeks were starting to pink up and that’s when you knew you had him where you wanted him.

“Well you’ve fucked someone before, haven’t you? So that would mean if you did it at the party then it would have been again! You following me?” You finished talking with a little giggle, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from bursting out into full laughter.

“I-I…no I haven’t fucked anyone before. Whoever told you that was lying a-…no one told you a rumour, did they?” He raised an eyebrow as he caught onto your lie. He really did know you too well and he could see that you were holding in laughter. “You just wanted me to admit that I’m a virgin!” He stood up quickly and you gasped, knowing exactly what he was about to do. You quickly pushed yourself up the bed to try and escape from him.

“No Renjun I’m sorry no don’t tickle meeeee!” It was too late though, before you’d even finished your sentence, he had cornered you against the headboard of his single bed and had his hands digging into your sides.

“This is what you deserve!” He laughed, not bothered at all about being a virgin, so it didn’t bother him that you tried to amuse yourself with it. If it made you smile, Renjun would do take all the embarrassment in the world.

“Stooooooop!” You squealed, trying your hardest to push him away from you. He laughed with you, eventually relenting and removing his hands from you. He slapped your knee and sat beside you.

“That’s what you get for virgin shaming me.” He sniggered, bumping his shoulder into yours and crossing his arms in his lap. You didn’t notice the way he looked at you with a slight longing in his dark eyes. He yearned for your company; he was just too shy to tell you that all he wanted was for you to be cuddled up in his arms in times like this. He was too afraid to be rejected by you, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the friendship alive; his awkwardness would play too much of a part and he wouldn’t be able to act like he normally did around you.

“I think it’s cute that you’re an innocent little bean!” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from beside him and smiled up at him. “I bet you’ll be right kinky little fucker.” You sniggered, noticing how his cheeks went a dark red as he blushed. But he laughed with you despite his mouth popping open in shock. “Spank me daddy.” He gave you a gentle shove and flopped back on his bed, trying desperately to direct his thoughts in another direction at your vulgar saying. He didn’t have a daddy kink, well not that he knew of, but hearing you say something to erotic made his stomach spark up a fire he couldn’t control. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh.

“Gross.” Was all he mumbled, throwing his arms over his face to hide his embarrassment. You looked down at Renjun and felt a strange feeling you’d never felt when you’d looked at him before. Of course you found him attractive, but you’d never found yourself attracted to him before. So why were you suddenly having thoughts about what he would look like with shirt off as you looked down at the soft, embarrassed boy. Luckily, he had his eyes shut and his arms over his face, so he couldn’t see your eyes trailing up and down his body.

“So, Jaemin told me about the pact you have with them. Who are you planning on seducing?” He gently removed his arms and popped open an eye to look at you, not missing the way you wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively.

“I haven’t even thought about it yet.” He shrugged, slowly pushing himself to sit up. You glanced around his room, your eyes trailing over the PlayStation and Xbox connected to his desktop monitor that you’d seen hundreds of times, before moving to the easel in the corner of his room that had an unfinished painting of what you assumed was supposed to be abstract art, as you couldn’t make out what the hell he was painting. His room was super cramped from how much he’d crammed into the small space, but it was cosy, and you’d fallen asleep squished up against him on his single bed plenty of times when he was gaming and you were bored. You loved being in his room.

“Leave it with me big boy.” You winked, patting his thigh, and ignoring the strange feeling you got in your stomach and the small amount of contact.

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“Okay, so I know you’ve probably been anticipating this all week, but I have finally finished my list of ways that you can dip your dick into some vagina okay?” Your uncouth way of speaking had Renjun cringing and lowering his head slightly as he sat opposite you in the Chinese restaurant. Even though you said it quietly, he still went bright red at the thought of someone around hearing you and he nearly choked on his chicken. It was also the way that you had brought it up at the first moment of silence between you two since you’d sat down in the restaurant. You’d previously been talking about how you thought apple music was far superior to spotify, and then after the conversation on that topic was over, you’d swooped straight in with the kill.

“I know you won’t shut up until you tell me, so go for it.” He didn’t voice it, but he hoped that you would be subtle with whatever you had concocted in your own time. You put down your chopsticks to grab your phone out of your bag, quickly opening up your notes and clearing your throat.

“Option number one, go to a party with Donghyuck and find a lovely sober lady to take home.” You had a small nagging feeling in your stomach that was telling you he hoped you said no to all of the things on your list, and you couldn’t tell why you felt that way. He wrinkled up his nose and shook his head quickly.

“I don’t do parties; New Year’s Eve was a one off because it was the turn of the year and Jeno told me if I didn’t go then he’d throw all of my boxers off of the roof.” He said that with a serious look on his face, while you let out a quick laugh at the thought of Jeno doing that to his boxers.

“Okay…that doesn’t sound like something Jen would do though?” You titled your head in curiosity. Jaemin? Of course he would threaten to do that. Donghyuck? Also highly likely. Jeno? Nope. That doesn’t sound like something mellow, go with the flow, and responsible Jeno would do.

“He was already drunk off of wine.” Renjun shrugged, taking a sip of his water, and helping himself to the noodles between you both that you were sharing.

“Oh, wine drunk, okay that makes sense.” You nodded in understanding of Jeno’s actions now, placing your phone on the table so that you could go back to eating. You shoved some rice into your mouth and then read out the next option.

“Option number two, I can set you up with that gamer girl in my class. She’s a bit…out there! But that can be a good thing you know; she’ll probably tie you up and ride you over the rainbow.” You smiled at him as if the more you smiled at him, the more likely it would be for him to say yes. Sometimes you couldn’t help the words that tumbled out off your mouth, and after you heard them in your head after they’d been verbally spoken, you cringed. This was one of those moments. Especially when Renjun paused his chewing and gave you a look that was a mix of confusion and being grossed out. “I’ll take that as a no.” You cleared your throat and deleted option number one and two from your phone.

“How many options are there?” He moved his attention back to his food, leaning forward slightly as he shovelled more food into his mouth in an attempt to avoid commenting on your options.

“Four.”

“It took you an entire week and you only came up with four?!” His eyes flicked back to you in surprise.

“I forgot until this morning all right.” You mumbled and rolled your eyes at your own forgetfulness. “Moving on. Number three, you sign up to tinder.” The thought of Renjun signing up to tinder made you want to laugh but puke at the same time. Laugh because the poor boy had no idea how to flirt, and you could see him as the cringey boy who sent a strange pick up line or commented on something in one of the girl’s pictures. Puke because you didn’t want him to go on a date with some random girl you probably didn’t know. Again, confusion swirled around your head, because you’d never felt like that before, mainly because you’d never had any thoughts of Renjun dating since it wasn’t anything he’d ever done since you’d been his friend. Knocking that thought out of your head you cleared watched his face as he turned his nose up to option number three.

“Nope.” Shaking his head and drinking his water again, he wasn’t prepared for your fourth option.

“Fine! Final option, you make a decent amount from selling your work online, right? Hire a hooker!” He choked on his water at how nonchalantly you spoke those words, coughing and trying to catch his breath without causing other people to look over at you both. “Woah you okay buddy?” You giggled nervously and widened your eyes slightly. “Have a sip of water!” You pushed your own cup towards him and watched as his face went completely red.

“You’re insane.” He grunts out with a groggy sounding throat when his coughing fit had finished, quickly sipping at the water from your cup. “I’m not doing that.”

“Well then have fun finding someone to lose your purity too Mr I’m too good for (Y/N)’s ideas.” You folded your arms over your chest and shrugged, faking offense that he didn’t like any of your ideas. “Don’t say I didn’t try to help.”

“Your ideas sucked.” His words came out in a blunt way, which is what you should have expected since Renjun had never been shy about telling you things the way he saw them.

“Whatever, the only other option I can think of is to just fuck me and get it over with.” You pouted, sulking that he didn’t like your admittedly awful ideas. You did it again, you opened your mouth without thinking and even you were shocked at your own suggestion. Your eyes slowly widened as you thought it through in your head. You didn’t know if you even wanted to go there with Renjun, sleeping with someone is a big step for anyone, especially when they’re your best friend, but there was a small burst of butterflies setting off in your stomach at the thought of it. Renjun looked as if his brain was short circuiting, and his mouth opened and closed as he tried to form the right words to reply to you with. A strange awkward cloud settled over the table, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to take the offer back.

“No, I couldn’t.” He shook his head, gulping as he put the water back on the table, letting his eyes wonder everywhere but at you, causing him to miss the way you visibly deflated at his rejection. He didn’t want to just fuck you, no matter how much he longed to have you writhing underneath him, naked and basking in the glory of his affection. He wanted to hold your hand, give you soft, tender kisses that proved how much you had his heart. He wanted to make love to you and wake up the next morning with the certainty that you were his, and the only person who felt your love was him. So no, he couldn’t just fuck you and get it over with. You looked down at your plate, awkwardly pursing your lips as you wallowed in self pity at Renjun’s rejection. Did he not find you attractive? Did he not like you enough to do that? Did he simply not want to ruin your friendship? You didn’t know, and you were too busy feeling sorry for yourself that you didn’t bother asking.

“Okay cool.” You shrugged, sitting opposite him with a sad look on your face for the rest of the meal, even though it didn’t last long as Renjun hurried to pay the bill, despite your whining that you were going to pay. You both left and instead of going back to Renjun’s apartment like you had originally planned, you told him you were tired and promptly walked in the opposite direction to go back to your dorm on campus.

Renjun groaned as he watched you walk away, feeling bad about the way he had just shot you down without even offering you an explanation for why he didn’t want to have sex with you. But he didn’t have it in him just yet to tell you how he really felt for you, too scared that it would either scare you off, or cause you to feel awkward because you didn’t feel the same way as him. Either way, he knew he was screwed.

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After a week of punishing Renjun for hurting your feelings, you finally decided it was time to relieve him of your absence. You weren’t so harsh as to completely ignore him, but your texts had been vague, and you had simply told him that you were busy whenever he asked you to hang out. You had a feeling that he knew you were upset, because he didn’t wait outside of your class on a Wednesday afternoon like he did every week, and you knew Renjun well enough to know it was because he was giving you your space. He knew you’d go to him when you were ready. Which is the exact reason you were stood in his doorway, staring at his side profile because as per usual, he hadn’t noticed your arrival, too engrossed in playing call of duty on his Xbox with his headset on. Jeno had let you into the apartment with a kind smile, telling you that Renjun had been whining about missing you all week. You were thankful that Jeno went behind Renjun’s back to tell you that, because it was just more confirmation for you that he did in fact like you and wasn’t just using you as someone to hang out with. You did feel silly for feeling that way, but in the moment of being hurt, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift over to the negative side of thoughts.

You approached him without warning, not noticing as his eyes flicked up to look at you in completely surprise at your sudden appearance. He quickly remembered that he was in the middle of a war and went back to looking at his screen, trying not to make it obvious that his heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he was sure it was visible. You swung one of your legs over his, putting your hands on his shoulders and struggling to sit yourself down. He let go of his controller with one hand and helped you onto his lap, his breath held from how close you were as you snuggled your head into his neck, wrapping your arms around his body and his gaming chair. He wrapped his arms around you, holding his controller behind your back and playing the game over your shoulder. This was the first time that you had wiggled your way into his hold when he was playing his games on his gaming chair, so he was beyond surprised, but elated at how warm you felt cuddled up to him. He held you tightly whilst shooting at random people’s characters on the game, completely silent instead of swearing when his own character was shot.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He mumbled, trying to pretend like it hadn’t affected him. But your absence had his heart yearning for you even more. You just hummed in confirmation at his statement, your hot breath against his neck almost making him sweat from how nervous he was getting at having you where he wanted you. Ever since you’d stumbled into his life, he had wanted to hold you like this whilst he played his video games, loving how it gave you attention and kept you close, whilst he still got to play his games. As you clung onto Renjun, you came to a realisation that you could happily get used to this. It felt strange. You’d never had feelings like this towards him, but as he held you in his arms you came to realise that you were starting to get feelings for him. You knew that it was dangerous. Everyone always says to never fall in love with your best friend, but sometimes you don’t even realise that you’re falling down that slippery slope until you’re already in the deep end.

You heard Renjun put his controller down on the desk behind you before removing his headset, your heart starting to pound as he placed both of his hands underneath your thighs. You gripped onto him tighter as he stood up from his chair with you in his hold. You buried your face into his neck more, smiling to yourself because you assumed he was going to put you on the bed so that you could talk about things. You desperately wanted to ask him why he said he couldn’t fuck you, but at the same time you were scared that you’d hear something you didn’t want to hear, something that would put out the fire of feelings inside your stomach like a bucket of ice cold water. Maybe if things went right you could tell him that you were starting to develop feelings for him, so that the two of you could get control of this situation quickly before anyone got hurt. You also knew that if you stayed quiet about your growing feelings for Renjun and he went and fucked someone else, then you’d be gutted.

Renjun placed you on the edge of his bed and then let go of your thighs, he tried to pull away, but you had a tight grip on him. He moved his hands up and pried your arms away from around his shoulders. He smiled at you softly, reaching out a hand and ruffling your hair before sitting himself back down in his gaming chair. He put his headset back on and picked his controller back up, taking a deep breath to try and steady his heart from how quick it had been pounding when he was touching you. He gulped, fidgeting around in his chair and turning it away from you slightly so that you couldn’t see him as well.

You narrowed your eyes at him, gulping down the pang of hurt you felt at him removing you from his lap and just dumping you on his bed. Not only that, he then went back to playing his game and ignoring you. No boy that liked you in the way you liked them would do that, you thought, quickly standing up and marching out of his bedroom with a scowl on your face. You didn’t even bother to say goodbye to Jeno as you rushed past him, not wanting him to see the tears that were flooding your vision. You weren’t hurt at the realisation that he might not like you in anyway other than platonic, you were hurt that he just brushed you aside and acted as if his games meant more to him than his best friend.

As soon as you got home you muted all his contact on all of your social medias so that you wouldn’t see if he messaged you or not, and then you laid on your bed and sulked, wishing you had an Xbox so you could go on call of duty and kill his character as a way of getting back at him. It was petty, but it was an oddly satisfying way of getting back at him in your mind.

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It had been another week. You weren’t sure why you were leaving it a week each time before you gave in and let Renjun have his chance of redemption, but it felt like a good amount of time for you to calm down about what had happened. You had cleared your head, focusing on your studying instead of dwelling on your feelings for Renjun, which had stupidly grown over the week. You cursed the first person to claim that distance makes the heart grow fonder, because now you knew first-hand that that statement was correct. You hadn’t read any of the messages you’d received off of Renjun. Not only had he texted you, but he’d sent you snapchats, facebook messaged you, and even came over to your dorm to try and get your attention. When you hadn’t answered the door, he’d slipped a piece of paper underneath your door. It was a cartoon drawing of himself with a speech bubble saying ‘I miss you, I’m sorry for whatever I did’, which annoyed you even more despite how cute it was, because he clearly couldn’t see what he’d done wrong. But you just ignored all of his efforts, wanting him to realise that he had hurt your feelings and you weren’t prepared to just let it go this time. He didn’t get to throw you aside and choose his games over you. Best friend or not, that was super rude in your eyes.

You blamed this stupid pact that the boys had. If they’d never made the pact, then you wouldn’t have been dragged into helping him lose his virginity, then you would have never realised your feelings for him, and things would be how they used to be. But still, things could have ended worse if you hadn’t realised your feelings until after he’d given his innocence away to someone else. Anyway that you looked at it, you just felt like you were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Renjun had yet to notice you, yet again, as you stood in his doorway with a determined look in your eyes. You knew what you were about to do was stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. Yet you knew it would get you the answers that you need to clear your head, and hopefully it would make Renjun realise that you deserved his attention more than his stupid games consoles.

You quickly walked over to him after carefully shutting his door. He didn’t notice you until you were climbing into his lap, his body flinching from how startled he was to suddenly have someone climbing on him. He gulped, just letting you climb onto him, not needing to help you as you moved his limbs around until you were perched in his lap, staring at his face with a slightly worried look on your face. You had all of his attention, his arms tightly around you with both of his hands gripping the controller of his playstation behind your back. All he could hear was the sound of war going on through his headset, because his eyes were now on your eyes, watching them as they scanned his own face. You reached up and slipped his headset from his ears, placing them on his desk before grabbing his face in your palms. He gulped, his lips parting as he tried to find some words, but even a simple hello wouldn’t come out of his mouth. He wasn’t sure where he stood with you. The last thing he knew he was in your bad books, but here you are, sat on his lap with has face in your grip.

His eyes widened when your lips planted themselves on his own. His controller fell out of his hands and tumbled to the floor with a clatter, but he placed his hands on your hips slowly and let his eyes flutter shut. His heart was pounding as he realised that the girl he was head over heels for was kissing him. You had a tight hold on Renjun’s face so that he couldn’t feel your hands shaking, but not tight enough that he couldn’t pull away if he wanted to. Your lips moved slowly against his, and to your relief, he moved his lips in time with yours. The kiss wasn’t perfect, but after you found your rhythm with each other, your lips slotted together like puzzle pieces. You pulled away slightly, your lips now resting less than a centimetre away from his as you tried to steady your breathing. Renjun opened his eyes a slither and stared at your lips, gulping in nervousness before placing a lingering kiss to them once more. Your heart almost burst. That small kiss from Renjun had more of an impact on you than the big kiss you had planted on his lips, because he had initiated that kiss, which meant he wanted to kiss you.

“I’m sorry for whatever I did.” He whispered, his thumbs stroking against the material of your hoodie, his touch feeling warm even through the thick fabric. You sighed and pulled your head further away, opening your eyes and looking him in the eyes.

“You can’t even see what you did wrong Renjun, how can you be sorry?” You slowly let your hands trail from his face to rest lightly on his shoulders. He looked taken aback, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of the right words to say to you.

“Because whatever I did hurt your feelings…what did I do?” He tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to rack his brain for the part where he went wrong. His cute expression had your heart soaring, and you were finding it really hard to be mad at him. You were feeling a bit more at ease though, as Renjun had accepted your kiss and had kissed you on his own accord, which in your head must mean that he has some kind of feelings for you.

“We were cuddling, and then you just tossed me aside on your bed and went back to your games, you even turned your back towards me…that hurt my feelings Renjun…you were more interested in your stupid games than you were about me.” You felt slightly silly saying it, especially since your bottom lip naturally pouted itself out like you were a sulking child, but you were glad you got the opportunity to express your feelings to him so that hopefully the two of you could clear the air.

You didn’t miss the way that Renjun’s face went bright red in less than ten seconds, his eyes momentarily widening before he groaned, letting his head roll back as he stared at the ceiling. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at his reaction to your words. He huffed a laugh that turned into a whine, and he raised his head up again, his fluffy brown hair flopping back on his forehead perfectly in place. His face was still burning red and his grip on your hips tightened. “I…oh fuck this is embarrassing…”

“What is?” You titled your head at him, noticing how his adams apple bobbed as he gulped in embarrassment.

“I didn’t remove you from my lap because I wanted to play the games instead of cuddle you. I put you on the bed because you were making…” He took another deep breath and then quickly exhaled and carried on. “You were making me hard, and I didn’t want you to notice. So I moved you and then turned away so you couldn’t see my crotch.” He hands slowly trailed down to your lower back, his fingers lifting up the hem of your hoodie so that his hands were pressed against the warmth of your bare skin. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings; I just didn’t want you to know that I got hard from you sitting on my lap whilst I was playing my games. It was really hot, and I like you a lot, so I panicked and…yeah.” He cut off his own rambling to look at you which he had previously been avoiding as he was explaining his motives to you. Your mouth popped open in complete and utter shock. Of all the reasons why Renjun had done what he’d done you’d made in your head, that was not on the list.

“Y-you like me?” You stuttered out, gulping yourself to get rid of the small lump of emotion forming in your throat. He smiled timidly, nodding his head to confirm your question. “I like you too…oh my god…this is crazy but like…in a good way!” You were struggling to find words, so you simply leaned in and kissed him again, wanting to feel his soft lips on your again. He returned the kiss, basking in the feeling of finally having your warm lips slotted between his own, a fuzzy feeling that felt natural blossoming inside of his chest. The kiss confirmed to you that you did have strong feelings towards your best friend, and you were thankful that you did, because you loved everything about Renjun. Even if he was addicted to gaming and was clearly bad at expressing his feelings. You’d only known about your feelings for him for about two weeks, but they’d been there a lot longer than that, sitting at the back of your heart and waiting for the perfect time to attack you. You wondered when Renjun had come to terms with the fact he had feelings for you. But asking him meant that you’d have to pull your lips away from his, which was out of the question for you. Renjun stopped kissing you, but didn’t drag his lips away far, letting them linger against yours, brushing them with yours as if he couldn’t quite believe that they were there.

“You’ve had sex before, haven’t you?” His voice was barely audible, and you smiled against his lips, placing a very tender peck to his glistening, pouted lips. It hadn’t taken Renjun long to start getting hard, his bulge brushing against your crotch as you shuffled closer to him on his lap, a gasp caught in your throat as you answered him.

“Twice.” You whispered back, your stomach erupting in butterflies as you rocked your hips on him, confirming your suspicions that he did in fact have a hard on. Renjun gulped, his cheeks flaring up as he thought his next words over a few times.

“Wanna make it a third?” Your mouth popped open and you stared at him, completely gobsmacked. Renjun bit his bottom lip, his stomach turning as he thought that maybe he’d said the wrong thing. He thought he’d blown it with you before he even got a chance to really start it. Until you let out a laugh through your open mouth, your eyebrows still raised.

“Huang Renjun! That was so smooth! I’m so proud of you.” You leaned in, licking into his mouth and cupping his face in your hands. He held back the sigh of relief he wanted to let out, instead breathing out of his nose slowly and standing up quickly with you in his grasp, much like he had done the week before. But instead of dumping you on the bed and just going back to his games, instead he threw you down onto his bed and crawled over you, settling his body down on yours gently and bringing his lips back to yours. You were beyond shock at the surprise confidence that was suddenly rushing through Renjun. The normally shy, quiet, and reluctant boy was taking complete control of the situation despite the fact he’d never done this before. You felt pride, and you’d be sure to give him a reward for his courage later on.

You gripped at the back of his t-shirt, bunching the cotton in your hands as you trailed your hands up his back, your lips still locked with his even as you got the shirt to the back of his neck. He pulled away, sitting up on his knees to pull his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. You bit your bottom lip as you trailed your hands down his chest to his abdomen, your eyes following your hands as you admired his body. You had no idea how he managed to stay so fit considering all he did was play games, do art, and eat junk food, but he had an impressive body. You let your fingers fiddle with the buttons on his jeans as you lick your lips, moving your eyes back up his body and seeing that his eyes were locked on your face, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, leaning down and kissing your cheek gently. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” You noticed his adams apple bob as he gulped, and then all of a sudden he just completely froze, his eyes still as he looked down at you.

“Renjun…?” You sat up in concern, taking his face in your palms and stroking your thumbs against his hot cheeks. “Are you alright?” You pecked his parted lips slowly, letting your lips linger as your thumbs worked small circles on his smooth skin. He cleared his throat, snapping out of his daze and nodding his head.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine I just…what if I’m no good?” His voice was small, and his hands came to rest on your hips. You smiled, holding in your giggle as you dipped your head down to kiss at his throat, swirling your tongue around the spot that you then attached your lips to.

“No ones a porn star on their first attempt, and you know that I won’t judge you anyway.” He seemed to relaxed under your touch and then his hands pushed against you, forcing you to lay back down on the bed.

“Tell me what to do.” He whispered, his cheeks a vibrant red as he stared down at you waiting for instructions. You bit your bottom lip, knowing you had him completely under your thumb, but you didn’t want to push him too far and ruin it for him.

“How about I give you some options and you pick whichever one you want to do?” He nodded quickly in agreement, a small smirk playing on his lips that were a light red from how much you’d kissed them. “Hang on.” You sat up again and pulled your sweater over your head, throwing it on the floor with Renjun’s t-shirt and trying not to smirk at how wide his eyes went when his eyes zoned in on your bra. “You can touch them.” He didn’t need anymore prompting, his hands quickly trailing from your hips to your breast, his hands cupping them and giving them a small squeeze.

“Wow…” He whispered in awe, licking his lips, and bumping his bulge against your crotch to try and get some friction to his growing cock.

“Okay so these are the options, first of all, do you want to do foreplay or just jump straight in?” You didn’t know if he could last until the actual fucking if you did foreplay, but you really hoped he said he wanted the foreplay.

“I want to do foreplay…can I eat you out…please?” You raised your eyebrows as he had clearly picked which foreplay he wanted before you even managed to give him his options.

“Since you asked so nicely.” You bit your bottom lip, watching his every move as he shuffled down the bed, laying on his stomach with his legs hanging off the end of the bed. You leaned forward and unclipped your bra, pulling it from your chest and playfully throwing it onto Renjun’s head. He paused as he laughed softly, your bra covering his vision momentarily until he threw it on the floor. His tongue ran over his lips when he saw your boobs for the first time.

“Wow.” He whispered in awe, shuffling back up the bed and hovering over your body. “Can I?” He swallowed the saliva that had pooled in his mouth from his mouth watering at the sight of your chest.

“You haven’t got to ask for anything Renjun, if you want to do something, do it.” He made eye contact with you, a small smile playing on his lips as he nodded in understanding. His tongue poked out and flicked over your left nipple, his eyes closing briefly as he swirled the wet appendage around the hard nub, covering it with a thin coat of his spit. His lips encased your nipple, sucking it until his mouth like it was going to give him something in return. Your breath left your lungs at the spark that rushed through your body, his tongue still working on your nipple even as he sucked. He reached up and pinched your right nipple gently with his hand, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before flicking it quickly. You knew he’d seen this in porn, otherwise he wouldn’t have done it with such confidence. Even though porn wasn’t the best educational way to learn how to fuck, you thanked it in this moment, because it was really paying off. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping it tightly and pushing his head south softly, trying to hint that you want him to use his tongue where you needed it the most.

He seemed reluctant to let go of your nipple, but he did in the end, releasing it with a pop and licking down your stomach, pressing kisses along the way until he came to the waistband of your leggings. He glanced up at you with questioning eyes, you nodded as encouragement and then felt his fingers slowly peel the waistband down your legs. “Fuck.” He mumbled upon seeing your blue lace panties. He had the picture engraved forever in his brain and he knew later on he would have a good attempt at drawing what he’d seen. But the drawings would be for his eyes only, and maybe yours depending on how well they resembled you.

You didn’t want to rush him so just watched as he pulled your leggings off of your legs, pulling your socks off with them and placing a soft kiss to your left ankle. He swooped down after tenderly placing your legs over his shoulders, getting himself comfortable on the bed with his face in front of your spread legs. He leaned in, dragging his tongue from your hole to your clit over the top of your panties. His eyes flicked up at you, watching as you took in a sharp inhale of breath, your own eyes locked on him with your mouth parted. He slowly rubbed you over your panties with two of his fingers, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he concentrated hard, also slightly in disbelief that he was doing this to you of all people.

“Take them off.” You breathed out, feeling like the material was suffocating you in your want, your need. He wasted no time in complying to your demand, tugging them down your legs and leaving them to lay beside him on the bed. His eyes widened at how your pussy was glistening with slick, and a sense of pride washed over him because he knew that he caused it.

“Shit.” He mumbled, not thinking about his actions before diving his tongue in between your folds, lapping at you like you were a melting ice cream in the summer heat. “Oh fuck.” Your head flopped backwards onto his pillow as he messily ate you out, his tongue travelling up and down, round and round, visiting your clit before meandering back down to dip inside of your leaking hole. “Use your fingers.” Your back arched when he cautiously slid his middle finger inside of you, his hips subconsciously grinding into the bed to release some of the pressure on his hard cock.

“Like this?” He pumped it in and out of you, his tongue pushing against your sensitive clit at the same time.

“Yes! Fuck another!” You didn’t realise how loud you were being, but Renjun wasn’t about to tell you, his pride in what he was doing clouding his mind to the point where he didn’t care who heard. He slid his ring finger in beside his middle finger, sitting up on his knees and leaning down to connect his lips to yours, his tongue clashing against yours in a heated kiss as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He moved to lay beside you, your feet planted on the bed and his lips now on your neck as he worked magic with his fingers. If you weren’t so lost in the feeling his was bringing down on you, you would question whether or not he was really a virgin, because he was making you feel so good with truly little instruction. “Jun stop, I’m gonna cum if you don’t.” You grabbed his wrist, your chest rising and falling fast as you tried to catch your breath and steady the rhythm of your heart. He halted his actions and leaned in, pecking your lips quickly.

“Was it good?” He shyly asked, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he withdrew his fingers from you, examining the juices coating his fingers and palm, a small bead dribbling down his wrist. You nodded, not being able to speak properly just yet as you tried to will your orgasm back into its hiding spot. “You’re so wet.” He whispered in surprise, his eyes then going back down to your face. “Can I fuck you now?” He was beyond horny, the pressure in his crotch area almost hurting as he used his fingers to pop open the button on his jeans, sliding down the zipper and diving his wet hand inside his boxers to squeeze at his erection.

“Please…wait don’t you want me to suck you off?” You felt bad at not giving what you’d received, but Renjun sat up on his knees again, positioning himself between your legs.

“If you touch my dick I will cum, and I want to cum inside of you.” He quickly rose from the bed, turning his back from you as he went to his desk, opening up a drawer and pulling out a silver packet. He pulled his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, his back still turned away from you so you didn’t get to see his cock yet. He rolled the condom on his length, taking a deep breath to try and compose himself as he pumped himself a few times. He then turned around, trying not to cower underneath your sultry gaze that soon fell from his face to his cock. You knew he was nervous, and he was still your best friend, so you winked at him.

“Nice cock.” You spread your legs wider as a silent invite for him.

“Thanks.” He chuckled, his face beet red and his hair looking like a bird’s nest from how your fingers had ruffled through it. He clambered onto the bed, moving so that he was hovering over you with his left hand planted on the bed next to your neck. He used his right hand to grip at his shaft. “I love you.” He whispered, leaning down and placing a kiss so sweet to your lips that you almost melted through his bed. You heart felt like it was swelling up in your chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping his lips close to yours.

“Love you too Renjunnie.” You whispered back; your words mumbled into his lips as he guided his cock inside of you slowly. He paused halfway, taking a deep breath, and then exhaling through his nose to try and compose himself. Once he was fully inside of you he leaned down and tucked head into the crook of your neck, laying gentle butterfly kisses to your skin, breathing in your scent and waiting for you both to adjust.

After a minute he gently pulled his hips back, then pushed them against you again, his cock sliding in and out of you in a steady but gradual rhythm. He groaned into your neck, feeling an unimaginable amount of pleasure buried in your warm, wet walls. He’d jerked off a lot of times throughout his years, but that felt like nothing compared to how you felt around him. His cock felt so snug inside of you, like you were made to fit him inside. You panted, closing your eyes and wrapping your legs around him, your hands moving from his neck to grip at his hair once again, tugging it softly to cope with the pleasure you felt every time his cock would push back into you.

His hips sped up, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating around the room as you started to lose control of your vocal chords, your mouth spilling moans as you bucked your hips up into his, looking for more even if what he was giving you was more than enough. “(Y/N), fuck baby girl.” He moaned loudly, pushing up onto his arms so he was staring down at you, his eyes boring into yours as his hips moved at a different angle, hitting a new spot inside of you that had your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head. “I can’t hold on much longer.” You were happy he was admitting it so that you didn’t hold back on your own orgasm, wanting to cum around his pulsating cock inside of you. The dirty thought had your back arching, your hands moving from his body to grip at the sheets of his bed, looking for something to squeeze as the pressure you felt building up inside of you was so astronomical you felt like you were going to burst. His thrusts became sloppy as his peak came closer, sitting back on his heels more and gripping at your hips tightly.

“Renjun harder!” You squealed, your thighs quivering and toes curling as he delivered three hard thrusts that had you moaning out loudly, your orgasm crashing into you like a wave of lava consuming your body. You were actually surprised that he’d managed to make you cum before he did, considering he was the virgin and you knew it was rare for you to climax so fast. There was just something about Renjun that had your nerves on fire, your body reacting to him like nothing you’d ever felt before. He stilled completely, his fingers digging into you so hard you were certain they’d leave little sore spots where fingertip shaped bruises would arise. He stomach flexed as he came into the condom, the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock being enough to force him over the edge. He grinded his hips into you a few more times, slowly as he head fell back onto his shoulders, his hair sticking to his forehead and his mouth parted as he tried to regain his regular breathing.

“Fuuuuck.” He groaned, slowly coming back to live on your world again and looking down at you with lazy, half closed eyes. He had a dopey smile on his face that told you he was still on cloud nine, and then reluctantly he pulled out of you, flopping onto his back beside you on the small bed, your shoulders pressed firmly against his. You had recovered from your orgasm, watching him as his eyes slowly closed and struggled to reopen.

“Hey,” You whispered, rolling onto your side and leaning up on one of your arms. “We need to clean up.” You placed a gentle peck on his still parted lips. He groaned, giving his head a small shake. You rolled your eyes and sat up, letting him get away with being lazy since he’d just lost his virginity, but next time you weren’t going to let him get away with it. “Fine.” You slowly stood up, wobbling slightly on your legs and having to grip onto his bedside table for stability for a moment. You grabbed some tissues and wiped yourself off your own mess, discarding of them before grabbing more tissues and wiping Renjun clean of any mess, also removing the condom and throwing it into his waste bin. By the time you’d finished cleaning the two of you up, you noticed that Renjun was completely dead to the world, his chest moving slowly as he slept. You rolled your eyes and giggled, pulling a blanket over the top of his naked body, and kissing his forehead affectionately. You pulled on your bra and panties, throwing on the biggest t-shirt of Renjun’s that you could find in his wardrobe before leaving the room quietly, shutting the door gently to not disturb him.

You walked out into the living room, on your way to the kitchen to get yourself a drink when you came across the wide eyed, shocked, yet oddly smug faces of three boys, staring directly at you. You froze, a guilty smile on your face because you completely forgot that Renjun shared the apartment with his best friends. You also thought about how you must have looked, your hair a mess and your skin still slightly glistening from the sweat you’d accumulated from fucking Renjun.

“Hi…” You broke the silence, slowly shuffling towards the kitchen but keeping your eyes on them. It was Jaemin who spoke up first.

“You know, when I said you needed to help him get his dick wet, I didn’t mean for you to be the one who wet it…” Jeno slapped Jaemin on the shoulder for that remark, but you sniggered and bit your bottom lip, your cheeks heating up as you realised that they must have heard most, if not all of what you’d done.

“You should have been more specific Jaems.” You shrugged, walking off to the kitchen and leaving them to talk amongst themselves.

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“What’s bothering you Renjun?” You’d been sat with him at the local diner, a bowl of nachos in between you both but Renjun had hardly touched them, instead fiddling with a napkin, and avoiding your gaze. Renjun glanced up and gave you a small smile, picking up the milkshake that you were both sharing and taking a sip of it through the straw. You’d spent the night with Renjun, sleeping on his chest on his small bed and cuddling him all night. You felt like you were living on a magical cloud and no one could bring you down. You’d also spent the morning with him, and he’d been strangely quiet, just cuddling with you on his bed and watching Netflix until your stomach rumbled and he dressed you in some of his clothes and marched you down to the diner.

“Nothing is.” He shrugged but you knew he was lying, his eyes still avoiding your own. You knew him too well though, so you knew that something was definitely playing on his mind.

“Is it because we fucked last night?” Renjun nearly choked on the nacho that he’d put in his mouth as an attempt to distract you from thinking something was wrong with him. You smirked, seeing that you’d got it right on the mark. “Do you regret it?” You gently rubbed your foot against his own as you sat opposite him in the booth.

“No!” His eyes widened as he hurried to reassure you that he didn’t regret what happened. “Babe no, I loved it, it was amazing…I just…” He trailed off, taking a deep breath, and running a hand through his hair nervously.

“What is it?” You gave him a smile of encouragement, hoping he wasn’t about to tell you that he didn’t want to do it again.

“You give me a funny feeling in my stomach.” He looked down at the milkshake glass in his hands, trailing his fingers up and down the condensation as his cheeks turned red. You felt your own cheeks start to burn at his confession, and you laughed awkwardly.

“That could just be the milkshake.” You mumbled, shoving a nacho in your mouth, and watching him intently.

“I’m being serious. You give me this feeling that I’ve never felt before and I’m fairly sure that it’s the feeling people get when they look at someone they love.” His words had your heart pounding, and suddenly you had no appetite. You knew what the feeling was, because you felt it whenever you looked at Renjun, whenever he smiled, or said something really smart that went straight over your head.

“I feel the same way.” You reached across the table and took his hand in your own, gently rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand.

“Do you…oh god this is so awkward, and I’ve never done this before but…do you want to be with me? As my girlfriend?” He looked nervous, as if you were going to shot him down like a pigeon in the sky. You broke out into a big smile and giggled in your own nervousness.

“I would love to be your girlfriend.” You squeezed his hand, trying to stop yourself from squealing from how giddy you felt in that moment. Your best friend was also your boyfriend, and from that moment you would start a new chapter in your relationship with Renjun.

Later on that evening Renjun had convinced you to let him draw you. You felt silly, and you knew for a fact you’d find it hard to stay still the whole time considering he wanted to draw your whole body. But since he asked so nicely, and had begged about sixty times in an hour, you eventually stripped off completely naked, and laid on his bed for him. You laid on your side with your head resting on his pillow, your right arm tucked under the pillow as you faced him. He was sat in his gaming chair, his glasses perched on his nose and his sketchpad in his lap. He kept poking his tongue out in concentration and would tell you off every time you moved.

“So, I know you spoke to the boys earlier on when I was in the shower,” You smiled at him, trying your hardest not to move as to not get scolded by him again. “Did they say anything about us?” Renjun looked up over his sketch pad and cleared his throat, giving you an awkward laugh and nod.

“Of course they did. First off, they congratulated me for losing my virginity first, they also said they were super shocked, which I’m not gonna lie, kind of offended about that.” He laughed, which told you he was only joking, and he hadn’t actually taken any offence to their words. “Then they said that they’re happy for me that I have finally asked you out and yeah that’s pretty much it.” You bit your bottom lip, smirking as you looked at Renjun, his eyes trained on his art and not looking at you as he worked on a certain part.

“Renjun…” You called out, parting your legs and trailing your left hand down your body, cupping your heat and rubbing your fingers over yourself slowly. He looked up and then looked back at his art, realising what he’d just seen and quickly looking back up against to take a second look.

“Holy…” He trailed off, gulping as he watched you rub yourself, your bottom lip between your teeth. “I know you’re trying to seduce me so that we can fuck but…I haven’t drawn your lower half yet and I would really love to draw you exactly as you are now. So don’t move!” His face was red, but he looked like an excited puppy. You groaned, you eyes rolling and you cursed yourself for having an artist as a boyfriend, because now he was finally in a sexual relationship, he could unlock a whole new level to his art that he’d never been able to before.

“Haung Renjun, you better fuck me so good after you’re finished drawing or I will rip it up.” Your threat left a wide grin on his face, and you knew this was going to be an incredibly fun chapter in your life.

Hello! I hope you enjoyed the first instalment of The Virgin Diaries! I didn’t proofread the smut scene so sorry if there’s any grammar or spelling errors there, maybe one day I’ll go back and proofread it but don’t hold your breath. Let me know what you think and if you’re excited for Jeno’s part (he’s next). Love you!

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SARCOLINE SUNSET I: WELCOME HOME, OUTSIDER :: SOOBIN

pairing: soobin x gn!reader, platonic!ot5 x gn!reader genre: fluff, some subjective angst, bits of humor, enemies-to-lovers, childhood friends word count: 4002 event: #summerscape for @kpopscape credit: @enha-woodzies for making the gfx for this series! show her some love <3 author’s note: i accidentally deleted this post so here is a rushed reupload. it might not be as good as the original because it isnt proof read as well but i still hope the algorithm picks it up, maybe this’ll be good for the post. Also, the second part will be coming out in 15 days. warnings: people disappearing, mentions of burning and fire (further warnings will be released in the next parts as the story gets darker)

THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT DICTATE JAY OR NI-KI’S PERSONAL LIVES AND/OR FAMILY.

part two ->

The blonde stared up at an intricately designed structure in awe, walking forward to touch the sides of it and running his calloused hands up and down its rusted carved wedges. It seemed oddly cliche and unrealistic, but he could feel its story. Every touch of the ceramic pillar provided him with emotion that he couldn’t bring himself to explain.

The sun hadn’t set yet, but he could make out the faint reflection of it settling in the background. The huge pine trees around him were making conversation with each other; their faint whispers and rustles providing peace to his veins.

So entranced in the scenery of such a mystical place, he forgot to watch out for his younger peer. Kicking back into his senses, he nervously called out, “Riki! You there?” His voice, usually strong and boisterous, laced fear today.

“Don’t worry about me Jay, I’m right behind you. Just climbing this fence..and..there!” Riki let out a grunt as he jumped onto the soft grass, looking at his older friend with an innocent grin.

At the sight of his buddy, Jay visibly loosened. It was clear that he didn’t feel safe in this environment, yet felt entranced to it in some way. Riki caught up to him in a quick jog before standing next to Jay, in awe at the magnificent view that they were spectating for the first and possibly last time.

“Is this…the place you were talking about?” Riki was out of breath from running after his peer. He pats the grassy patch below him before slumping onto it, crossing his legs afterward.

Jay took a seat next to him, setting his canvas satchel and leather jacket next to him. “According to the maps and books, this is the right spot. I just want to see if the myth is true.”

Riki clapped his hands in excitement and turned to face Jay. “We’re staying till the sun sets right? I want to see what the carousel looks like at night! This structure is so fascinating. It must be beautiful out here at night.”

“No, we’re walking back as soon as the sun goes down. I do not want to risk being out here at night. People have disappeared from staying too long and I wouldn’t want to worry your mother.”

Riki visibly slumped and turned back in time to see the last drop of orange dip. It was quiet for a while. The singing birds stopped humming their soulful tunes, yet the whispering trees grew louder, their inaudible gossip echoing in the ears of the two boys.

At nine at night, Riki’s mother would call Jay, heeding no response. She would do the same for his parents and his friends. The only piece of information they could provide was that Jay had brought Riki, in his words, to “a magical place”. With no other vital details they could draw from their son’s peers, Jay and Riki’s family agree to call the local police, reporting two missing people: two minors, one last seen in a brown leather jacket, and a taller one tailing alongside him. Both their hairs were dyed in a striking shade of blonde.

Summer’s heat-blasted onto your skin as soon as you stepped out of your sleek white Toyota. It was good to be back, you supposed. Although it was something that not many people would fawn over, you were ecstatic to be home in town.

Leaving at the mere age of sixteen wasn’t easy. After your parents decided that you were too good for a mediocre high school where people cared more about their body count than grade count, they immediately sent you off to a prestigious boarding school in the big city. You were given three days to pack and say goodbye to your friends, the rest of your family, your world. As excited as you were to study in the evolutionary epicenter of technology, you didn’t like how you had almost no say in this decision.

You didn’t return home from high school even after four years of studying at that mentally draining institution. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to come back, you were just so accustomed to life in the big city that it seemed pointless to return to square one. With the rest of the world finally in your grip (or so you thought), you enrolled in a highly expensive university and received a full-ride scholarship.

Perhaps that was your breaking point. Piles of work that could never be cleared must’ve got to your head. No one out there seemed to care about your mental health and well-being. The only reason you were allowed to take a break from the university and return was because of your constant breakdowns that your lecturers called “distracting” and “unethical”. You were hoping that this drop-by in town would give you a physical and mental cleanse.

There was no place as hot as home, from where you had been. The blazing sun scorched onto the road. Carrying baggage by itself was already hard enough, but this heat was immensely torturing. You struggled to carry your belongings while trying to close the car boot at the same time. Oh, a pity. You had just returned home and you were slowly turning into a bundle of disorganization, unlike your previous methodical attitude.

“Need a hand?” A familiar suede voice behind your shoulder sounded like music to your ears as you dropped all of your luggage and turned back to see…

“Taehyun!” Child best friend number one. You were looking at a once-innocent boy with doe eyes who had matured into a fine young man. His hair was dyed platinum blonde and, although younger than you, possessed a flair that was completely unlike his past self. His facial features were more prominent than ever and you wondered if all of your friends had developed as well as he had.

You locked your arms around his neck and embraced him as he took your baggage from you.

“You’re so tall now!” You gasped in awe and looked him up and down.

“Of course I am! A boy has to grow, doesn’t he?”

Speak of the devil(s), four people tagged behind Taehyun, waiting for you to notice their presence. All of them were just as tall (if not taller) than your blonde friend and stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn’t just the height, their hair was also in very...exciting colors.

“Can’t believe you forgot about us just for Taehyun.” Ah, that nasal voice was so recognizable. Choi Yeonjun, second-best friend. You cherished him like he was your secret weapon, a power waiting to be unleashed into your industrial world. Although older than Taehyun, they seemed to be the same height now. You couldn’t tell because his new neon pink hair was waxed slick and puffy which made him look a teensy bit taller than his younger friend. You had seen him around on social media and he was a hair-changing chameleon.

Alongside Yeonjun was Hueningkai, better known as Kai in the friend group. He was the youngest one, constantly babied and spoiled, you could say. He was probably influenced by the rest of his friends too, his hair now in a mossy shade of blonde.

Poor Yeonjun, you completely disregarded his existence and dashed over to Kai instead, eagerly standing next to him to compare heights. The kid had grown so much, you couldn’t tell if you were contented that he was now taller than you or dejected that you had missed so much when you weren’t around.

“Hey, wait up!” Someone from behind called. With Hueningkai and Yeonjun blocking your view you couldn’t see who that one person walking next to Choi Beomgyu was.

Beomgyu, the last friend who joined the friend group. He was always a comedian and never failed to make your day. Although, he didn’t seem so smiley anymore. You figured that it was school stress and adulting getting the best of him. We all had those days; you regrettably knew them like you knew the back of your hand . Unlike the rest of his friends, Beomgyu’s hair was kept in a natural shade of ivory brown. He had never been swayed by the rest of the crowd.

There were so many things to do, so many people to see. You had missed out on most of your growing: having fun with friends, staying up late at night just to watch the stars, dancing on your balcony. You had missed the people too. The town felt different from when you had left it.

“Soobin! Don’t just stand behind, meet our friend! They just returned from the city, right?” Beomgyu ran over to you before giving you a little squeeze.

Who’s Soobin?

“Hey, I’m Choi Soobin. Twenty-one this year. I moved here a few years ago. You must have left before I showed up.” A simple and concise introduction from the blue-haired man. Maybe he was the root of this hair-dyeing trend in town (pun very much intended), as well as the height trend since he was just as tall, if not taller than the rest of the boys.

You briefly introduced yourself but that was about it. You didn’t know how to create small talk, nonetheless with someone completely unfamiliar to you.

Later that day, you wondered if he had replaced you, become another guardian in the friend group. As one of the oldest, you and Yeonjun were always known as the parents of your three “kids”, but Soobin seemed to take care of them equally well. Throughout the day, you watched his every action, how he helped Beomgyu with homework, how he styled Kai’s hair, how he treated Taehyun to his favorite meal, exactly like what you did when you were still around. For once, you felt like the outsider.

Marshmallow Night had always been a tradition here. It was a five-of-you kind of thing, well, the six-of-you now. It had always been the go-to celebration whenever one of you hit a milestone, or was just held for fun. The days of joy where the only thing you had to worry about was whether your smores were burnt.

It had changed a lot over the years, you guys would add some new events to it and remove the ones you guys outgrew, like hopscotch.

You had missed most of its evolution.

Instead of being the main catalyst for today’s event, you resorted to sitting at the side as Soobin took the lead, carrying tables back and forth as well as setting up the fire in a method that the five of you had never used.

Oh, how much you loathed him. You hated his innocent-looking face that spurred out words of authority and boastfulness. You couldn’t stand how he looked so obnoxious with his bright blue hair, his dark brown eyes that held an impeccable gleam. He looked so cheeky, so mean, and worst of all, he had made all of your friends convert to mini spawns of him. Even Yeonjun, the oldest member, no longer felt like the Choi Yeonjun you once knew.

If you could, you would throw him out of your hometown, except that you seemed to be the outsider here. Anyone who walked past would see five people sitting on a huge log, helping each other light marshmallows and biscuits. They would barely notice the one person hunched over on the other side, sitting on the ground, eyes dazed and uninterested.

Occasionally one of the boys would call out to you, either hand you a s’more or ask if you were alright, to which you responded, “I’m alright! Don’t worry about me, I’m having fun.”

Anyone could also see that you weren’t in the zone, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment and be a party pooper. You ended up spending most of the time scrolling on your phone, checking school emails, and such. It didn’t feel like you were back home, it felt like you were on a vacation, on your own.

The commotion had died down, for the most part. Everyone else was either discussing school gossip in hushed voices or making the most of use of their electronic device. You were tempted to join the little heated conversation that Soobin and Beomgyu were having, but you didn’t know who this ‘Chaeyeon’ girl was and either way, you wouldn’t want to voluntarily speak to Choi Soobin.

It wasn’t long before both of them went to do something else, the only sound prevalent being the wood crackling from the bonfire and the occasional chirp of evening birds.

It was a loud, sucked-in breath that drew the attention of everyone, eyes pinned onto the instigator.

Choi Soobin, once again disrupting the peace of this curated environment. He ducked his head in apology and you were about to return to your world when Kai’s curiosity got the best of him.

“Why did you just do that?” His booming voice resounded over everyone else.

You weren’t going to lie, you were curious too. It wasn’t every day you heard a gasp like that.

Soobin looked back up, eyes wide and awake. He was excited about something but seemed to be masking it for the sake of..suspense?

“Okay. You guys know Yongsam Park right?” He put his phone down and tapped his hands on his thighs in a state of urgency.

Now that statement got everyone’s attention. “It’s the flower place outside our town, everyone passes it when they enter. Of course we would know where the place is. Why are you so adamant about it?” Taehyun inquired.

“Well, have any of you gone inside the park? Or near the landmark in general?”

“No. Why would we? There’s nothing to do there than to take pictures of boring flower statues.” You stated.

“See. You guys don’t know anything about the place.” He smirked tilting his head upwards and proudly crossing his arms.

“Could you cut to the chase and tell us what it is already?” Thank Yeonjun for his smart, impatient mouth.

Soobin didn’t answer and merely flipped his phone so you could see whatever was on it. The only words you could make out were “Yongsam...missing...carnival” and something related to the park before he turned it back, away from your view.

“You can’t just say that we don’t know anything about this place then proceed to give us nothing about it.” You rolled your eyes, disinterested in the conversation once again.

“Fine. I’ll send it to you.” Soobin rolled his eyes back as four of the other boys snickered. They loved seeing the two of you bicker.

In courtesy of Beomgyu who gave Soobin your number (without your consent), you received a news article and skimmed through it with eager eyes:

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

YONGSAM PARK CURRENTLY UNDER INVESTIGATION, AUTHORITIES SAY 3 days ago

What’s the deal with Yongsam Park? Insiders say that, although bland and boring, Yongsam Park is currently under high-level investigation for the disappearance of a few citizens. The flower-decorated park is the perfect place to take Instagram-worthy pictures and is quite harmless in itself, so visitors were shocked to arrive at the park only to find it surrounded by heaps of yellow tape.

Yongsam Park was developed by Kim Yongsam, director of My Flowers, a multi-million florist franchise that has now spread to Japan and Taiwan. In a 2015 Interview with the millionaire, he mentioned that he had created the park in the inspiration of the rising ootd picture trend, also known as the outfit-of-the-day trend, which he had initially discovered from his teen daughter.

“I wanted to create a welcoming park for people of all ages, but I couldn’t find a suitable place to do it without the budget being drastically high. In the end, my team and I found an abandoned site and decided to build a simple structure with lower costs up there. Props to my team for the discovery of this landmark. The scenery there, especially in the evening, is stunning .” He stated in the 2015 interview with Soup Magazine.

What’s the abandoned site? With the evidence that is still standing, Yongsam Park is rumored to have previously been a carnival. Said evidence is a worn-down carousel in the back of the park, along with piles of other burnt carnival decoration and equipment. With research, Yongsam Park’s site may have once been an abandoned carnival that perished from an unknown wildfire. This may have been the primary cause of the drought that ensued in the 80s, leaving only a carousel and ashes behind. When questioned, Mr. Kim said that he had decided to leave the carousel standing behind the park due because he felt ‘drawn by its alluring glow’, as quoted.

Investigators and the local police have only enclosed the flower section of Yongsam Park because that was where the victims were spotted. They believe that disappearances took place there and are currently trying to find evidence to back up their stance. Most of this new information is not known to the public, however, Kim and his team are trying to keep it that way. The current disappearance count is seven people, the most recent case being two high-schoolers.

The carousel is still open and does not require a visitor ticket, but visitors are advised to take precautions and leave before the sun sets.

TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

FAMILY OF TOURISTS DISAPPEAR AT YONGSAM PARK, INSIDERS SAY THIS IS THE SECOND CASE OF DISAPPEARANCE HERE 2 weeks ago

JAPANESE COUPLE DISAPPEAR AT FLOWER PARK, NETIZENS CALL THE NEWS A POLITICAL DISTRACTION 3 weeks ago

“Are you seriously...telling us...that we should visit a place where people have been kidnapped?” Yeonjun gawked. “Dude, that’s so stupid. What if we die or something?”

“Don’t say that! I was just curious if you guys wanted to go since it’s so near and since your old friend is back home.”

“It’s a dumb move. I’m not risking my life just so I can celebrate the return of my friend. Not worth it.” Beomgyu huffed.

“Hey! You’re worth it, right?” Soobin glanced at you, waiting for a response.

He was...defending you? His ulterior motives were questionable and you weren’t sure if he was protecting you because he cared about you (cue the puking) or solely because he wanted to go to Yongsam Park that bad.

You didn’t reply and chose to drown out the wailing and chaos that ensued with your friends. You clicked on a related article below, curious to learn more about this lesser-known part of the park.

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

Park Jongseong (20) and Nishimura Riki (15) mentioned to their friends that they would be heading to ‘a magical place’, before disappearing for around a week. They were last spotted walking through Yongsam Park, according to anonymous witnesses. This is the third case of disappearances at the park and both teens are the sixth and seventh people to go missing.

Both families reported their children missing just two days after their disappearance. With this case being the last straw, local authorities forcibly shut down Yongsam Park despite protests from staff and management.

Parents of the two minors refused to respond when called for an interview and HYBE reporters resorted to interviewing the victims’ friends instead.

“Jay’s never been a bad kid. Yeah, he might be late here and there, but he wouldn’t skip class or fly across the country for vacation during school. I just don’t understand why he’s not here with us. He wouldn’t voluntarily disappear.” Park Sunghoon (19), a friend and classmate of Jongseong (who is better known as Jay among his friends) said.

“Although I’m not close with Jay, I know Riki personally and I know for a fact that both of them wouldn’t run away like that. Why, Riki was gearing up for a dance competition that he’s been excited about all year, and now he’s just gone? Like that? Riki has always been like my little brother, and he’ll always be. I just want him back at my side.” A teary-eyed Lee Heeseung (20) says.

Netizens have been complaining about the lack of coverage on this issue.

“Maybe Mr. Kim spent all his money on covering this story up from the mainstream public. That’s why he had to build the stupid park on an abandoned sketchy site.” An anonymous netizen commented.

Regardless, we’ll be keeping our prayers for Jongseong and Riki, as well as the five other victims, to return home soon.

“...you guys are such wimps.” That was the first thing you heard Soobin say when you tuned in to the conversation again.

How dare he say that? How dare he have the courage to call you, someone who moved out on your own at 16 to live in the big, scary world, a..wimp?

“Look, Choi Soobin. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a wimp. I didn’t say that I wasn’t interested on this trip.” You stand up and blurt out without thinking twice.

The rest of the boys are gawking at you, their mouths open wide in awe and shock. Yes, you weren’t a wimp, that was for sure, but they had known you all their life as someone who could not stand going out into the wilderness. Maybe the big city had really changed you.

“At least someone wants to go! Perfect. We can leave tomorrow at noon, bring your camping stuff!” Soobin grabbed his things and began walking away.

“Camping?” The five of you exclaimed in unison.

Taehyun, the rational member, gasped. “I, personally, wouldn’t mind going to the carousel thing..or whatever it is, but I am not staying the night. Dude, are you nuts?” The rest of you nodded your heads in agreement.

“It says in the article that we are advised to leave before the sun sets.” You point out, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible in fear of breaking this mask of false confidence, when in reality, you were terrified of this place.

Soobin turned back and eyed you down disinterestedly. “Conclusion is that we’ll bring a small backpack, or whatever you guys want to pack, and we’ll stay there until eight. Deal?”

“Seven.” Hueningkai timidly said.

“Whatever you guys want.”

You hadn’t been able to sleep last night. It wasn’t due to fear of the place you were going, rather, you weren’t too excited about having to spend half of your day around Soobin.

What were you going to say to him? You were definitely overthinking at this point.

You know, they always say that the person one hates the most is the one that they also love most. And when Soobin flipped his blue hair back or cheekily smiled, showing his endearing dimples, you couldn’t help but…

No! You loathe Choi Soobin. You couldn’t stand his smile, or his hair, or his height. That evil moonwitch.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Speak of the devil (or moonwitch), you spotted a fluff of blue hair in your peripheral vision.

You couldn’t even muster up the courage to look back at him, merely nodding your head while staring at the white wall.

“Why aren’t you looking at me? Are you...scared?” You could see him wiggle his eyebrows as he made that statement.

That was it. You turned back at him. “Yes I am. I’m absolute terrified. I can’t stand the fact that I have to forcibly spend my precious time around you. It’s like I’m about to voluntarily live a nightmare.”

Woah there, calm down. You had smoke spurting out of your ears at this point.

Soobin’s once excited face fell into one of disappointment. “Yeah, it’s a nightmare having to be around you too. Gosh, the immaturity.” He left the room in haste as your eyes shot lasers through his well-toned back.

Maybe you had gone too far with the insult. He hadn’t been mean to you at all, really.

Then again, he had been mean. He took your place when you weren’t around. Suddenly, you were determined to get it back.

“Hop on the magic school bus!”

“Shut up, Yeonjun.” You deadpanned before leaning your head on his shoulder. The two of you were finally falling back into routine and you couldn’t help but bask in this nostalgia.

You also couldn’t help but notice how Soobin kept on looking through the rearview mirror at the both of you, pupils darting away once you locked eyes with him.

Man, this was going to be a long ride.

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harlowcharlton · 1 year ago

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Although the young lady in front of him (the one Harlow had become so inexplicably fond of in her frequent visits to his work place) assured him she was fine, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that was, in fact, a lie. The Marley he knew, who always seemed bright and easy in the company of others, who could always commandeer a room with a few well placed quips, stood shaking in place. Her eyes darted all over the shop, presumably seeking out the man she’d asked after, with his similarly easy smile and sweet disposition. She looked just like a horse right before it bolted, downright scared. If Marley needed a friend right now, and Billy wasn’t available, the gentle southerner would be more than happy to step up.

With one foot planted firmly behind the counter, body inclined towards poor Marley in distress, Harlow hurriedly abandoned his post and began walking towards the young woman, concern etched in every single one of his features. Although Rosie might say he'd failed at being a good Daddy, Fatherhood had softened him totally, smoothing out his rougher edges. All his bull-riding, back road driving bravado had been stripped away the day he’d held his baby girl in his arms, and now all he knew how to do was care for other people. Harlow was good to his core, with hands that were made for drawing smiley faces in your extra-hot latte and placing a large, comforting hand on the shoulders of his friends. He moved towards Marley with a haste that was instinctive, ready to wrap up the girl should she show even the slightest sign of bursting into tears.

“No, darlin’.” Harlow shook his head, trying to remember just where exactly Billy said he’d be going. He tended to tune out all the business side of stuff, just happy to show up and put a smile on everyone’s face. “Something about meeting with a supplier? He left Simon in charge.”

Harlow jabbed a thumb in the general direction of Simon, who was currently being flirted with by a middle-aged woman with a young baby strapped to her chest. Harlow had bitten his lip to avoid a cheeky quip escaping when Billy had announced that Simon was in charge for the next few hours, but had bowed heads with Katie afterwards and giggled, throwing around terms like ‘blatant favouritism’ with a heavy dose of good-natured eye rolling whenever Simon wasn’t looking.

“Is there anything I can do till he gets back?” Harlow asked, lowering his voice, the honeyed tones of his lilting Texas accent. He followed Marley’s big, wet eyes down to Bucket, who was sat sentry at her feet, not looking away from his Mama for even a second. Harlow had half a mind to smile at the picture, Marley was hardly ever seen without her pup. Where she went, Bucket went, tagging at her heels. It was a sweet sight, but when his eyes travelled back up to Marley’s face, he found her with her head in her hands, a sob working its way up her throat.

“Hey, hey…” Harlow closed the gap between them, his hands coming up to close over hers. They fell away somewhat easily, till Harlow found himself with her small hands folded into his, her face crumpled into tears in a way that made Harlow want to throw himself to the ground and cry right alongside her. It didn’t make sense, his happy, jovial girl with a face full of tears. “What’s all this crying and hollerin’ about, hey?”

Without a second thought, Harlow immediately tugged Marley in for a bear hug, her frame seeming so small and vulnerable tucked up against his own. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do in that moment, and he was almost certain they were garnering a few stares from some particularly nosy lookie-loos, but in that moment he didn’t care too much. His chin rest against the top of Marley’s fine head of hair, his hand resting firmly between her shoulder blades as he held her tight.

“Can’t stay with you?” Harlow murmured into her hair, confusion colouring his tone. His eyes darted downwards to Bucket, who seemed moments away from pawing at Marley’s legs, clearly distressed by his owner’s tears. “Why on Earth not?”

Pulling back from the hug, Harlow steered Marley towards the nearest table, sitting her down and immediately piling a handful of napkins into her open lap to stem the flow of tears he was sure was about to come. Kneeling at her side, Harlow tapped her knee gently.

“Get it all out, my girl.” he said, his free hand fussing Bucket as he pressed on, eager to get clarification. “What do you mean, Bucket can’t stay with you?”

Marley was always pretty cagey about her home life, but from what Harlow had gotten from Billy, she lived with just her Dad. Past that, Harlow didn’t know too much.

“Is something going on at home? Somethin’ with your Daddy?”

Harlow looked happy to see her, and that was something that threatened to undo Marley completely. How often had she dreamed of her own dad looking at her like that, like Marley stepping into a room was enough to bring a smile to his face? In reality, she was all too used to him fixing her with a half-lidded, far-away look in his eyes. Like he wasn’t sure if she was really there or not. She wasn’t sure if she preferred that to his lucid moments, in which there would be nothing but guilt written plainly across his face.

She knew that the expression on Harlow’s face was temporary though. Limited time magic. Before long, Marley would get too overeager, too much, and the jokes she told would no longer be funny. Instead of a laugh, she’d get an eye roll from Harlow. Although, she knew she should give the man more credit than that. He would never be rude. A polite chuckle to mask his disinterest was more likely.

Sure enough, that easy smile he wore (the one that she’d seen women swoon over as they stood in line clutching their Outlander paperbacks) was wiped from his face when he took a good look at her. Knowing she was to blame for the worried knit of his eyebrows, she tried her best to look a little peppier. To look like the girl who told jokes to people to make them laugh, the one who never needed anything in return because burdening someone with her own needs was never on the cards for Marley.

“I’m fine!” she insisted, voice cracking dangerously.

Eyes darting around the shop as if she could will Billy back inside from wherever he had gone, she allowed herself to look at anything but Harlow.

“Um, do you know when he’ll be back? I had a favour to ask him…” Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the favour in question.

Bucket sat at her feet, big, brown eyes fixated on her the same way they always had ever since he was a puppy. Diego had once pointed out that there was no mistaking who Bucket’s owner was, as whenever she entered a room he’d always bound up to her first. It had struck her then, that her stupid, beloved, big, dumbass dog was the only being on earth who would search for her first in a room full of people. The memory of that realisation, coupled with the open and trusting look Bucket was giving her, sent her over the edge.

Her face creased at once and she brought her hands up to cover it. Try as she might to keep her tears at bay, the watery ache at the back of her throat was too much for her to bear and she immediately felt her palms grow wet as she heaved out a choked-off sob.

“I can’t…” she began, shaking her head.

Sniffing loudly as she tried to control herself, she dug the heels of her hands into her eyes. Before, she hadn’t let herself look at Harlow in case it led to this - her crying uncontrollably in front of him. Now, she refused to look at the other man out of sheer humiliation.

“I’m sorry,” she apologised. “I just need to… I need Billy to watch Bucket for me. I have to… He can’t stay with me anymore.”

#thread: marley2 #ft. marley

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colorpuffball · 4 years ago

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Bundled up

Gift!Bundle!

TOT Luke with sick reader. Hope y’all enjoy!

“Are you feeling better yet?” Luke’s voice sounds farther away on the other side of the call.

You hum in thought, holding the phone closer to you. From here you can see your reflection from the mirror, and goodness, you look like a mess.

“Kinda.”

He returns to his phone, you can hear the shuffling as he picks it up. “Kinda?”

You sigh, flopping over. “Yeah…”

There’s a silence, because you know him so well you can imagine the face he’s pulling. His eyebrows furrowed, and his finger curled on his lips.

“What’s up?” He sighs, “I’m working on something right now so I can’t come over. Are you well enough to get to your door at least?”

“Yes I can, why?”

“You’ll see in good time,” he lengthens the last syllable, and you can practically see his grin through the phone. “Get better soon, okay?”

You let out a breathy laugh. “If I could force it, I would be better already, but yes, I’ll try.”

Just like he said, after a few hours your curiosity was sated. After picking it up from the delivery person, you’re now left with a box on your dining table. It’s a rectangle as big as your torso. You wonder what it could be, your finger running over a crude drawing of who you assume is you, bundled up in a blanket. It seems that even he realises his drawing skills aren’t the best, because above it is your name.

Before you open it, you send a message to him, telling you that you got it. He text types that he’s sorry for being too busy to call you as you open it. You tell him not to worry of course. When he sends you a frown with a thumbs up, you smile and set your phone down.

No more stalling, you’re eager to see what’s inside.

You pull open the lid, and your mouth falls open. Somehow he managed to fill it to the brim, just like a tetris puzzle. Under the lid are numbers, telling you which ones to take out first. You follow them of course.

The first arrow points to multiple somethings wrapped up in a hankerchief. It takes up most of the right side of the box. When you take it out it feels warm, and you figure out exactly what it is. A note confirms your deduction.

“Before you ask how I managed to do all this, all I will ever say is that it is magic, my dear Watson. Now, be sure to eat it while it’s warm! I know being sick makes it hard sometimes, but I made something as easy on the stomach as possible. Also, some of these are your favorites! I hope that will help with it.” Then a smiley face.

You set it aside for now. Sorry Luke, but you want to see what else is in here.

The second step is the middle, and from there you pull out a blanket. When you run your hand over it, it sends shivers down your spine, but in a good way. Tingly. There’s another note, but with no words this time. It’s a cute drawing of him hugging you while you’re in a blanket heap.

It looks like a great idea. Of course for now, you follow the picture but without the Luke part. Maybe when he finishes this commision…

You’re a bit sad to reach the end, but you move on to inspect the last section.

There’s an assortment of items here. There’s a very faintly scented candle, which you take out and put onto the table. As you do that, your remaining hand plucks a puzzling mass of black from where the candle was. You turn it this way and that, trying to figure out what it was. After a while it clicked.

A sad, unstuffed, stuffed animal?

It appears to be a deflated bird. You inspect it again, unsure of what to do with it, when you find the tag.

“Heating/cooling pad safe.”

Makes sense. You plan on putting it somewhere where you wont forget to use it. It’d be a shame to leave the poor bird saggy after all.

Finally, you’ve reached the true last part of your giftbox. The note on top of that section reads, “don’t eat these all at once! Never forget to eat proper meals too.” It’s a collection of your favorite snacks, all in the smallest size they could possibly come in.

With all your gifts unpacked and accounted for, you feel a little overwhelmed. You message him a bunch of thank yous, remarking that he spoils you way too much. He doesn’t see them yet though. You reckon that he’s in the middle of something.

You get to digging in on the meal that he made. Humming contentedly as you rub your cheek against the blanket.

You so need to get back at him for this, but once you feel better. For now you bask in the quiet and comfort, wondering how lucky you are to have someone like him.

#tot luke #Tears of Themis #tears of themis luke #xia yan #sick reader #gender neutral reader #no pronouns used #January 2022 Prompts

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yunkiwii · 4 years ago

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breakfast in bed

pairing: bf!wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

wc: ~1.2k

requested: by @tinkerbellwoo ♡

a/n: so so so sorry sweetie for taking this long!!! i had another version of this but i hated it so much that i decided not to post anything until i liked what i was writing. but it is here now and i hope you enjoy it! ♡

summary: y/n is sick and whiny, not wanting to leave bed, but her sweet boyfriend wooyoung is ready to take care of her the best he can. (spoiler alert: she will be babied)

A sudden clarity hits your face, warming up your left cheek, and the soft voice of your boyfriend drags you out of a weird post-apocalyptic dream you were having, starring some actor from a movie you both saw on the previous night. You whine, not only because you didn't want that much sunlight on your face as soon as you wake up, but also because of the heaviness of your aching body, and so you pull up the duvet to cover up your face in hope that would protect you from at least one of the things that were bothering you.

You hear Wooyoung chuckle as you feel the mattress sink behind you, one of his hands pulling the covers off your face slowly before placing a kiss on your forehead, "How are you feeling? Your skin is burning again..."

"It hurts...", you pout at him, voice raspy and low, another consequence of your recently acquiered flu. "Can I just stay in bed all day?", you close your eyes and lean your head against his thigh as he begins to caress your hair softly.

"I'm sorry but you can't baby, you should real-"

"Why Woo? Why?", you whine dramatically as you turn to lay on your back and look at your boyfriend's smiley face hovering over you and blocking the sunlight. It was a wonderful view, one you thought should be a famous painting in a luxurious museum, so ethereal looking you almost forgot about the pain and gave him a faint smile, but just for one second.

"Please, I swear it hurts! I won't be able to walk, I swear!", and you're back at your dramatic act, whining and pouting at your boyfriend who tried, unsuccessfully, to get you out of bed. Even though you weren't in as much pain as you claimed to be, you were still feeling cumbersome, and if you felt this uncomfortable in the most comfortable place of your house you sure didn't want to know how you'd feel some place else.

Giving in to your pleas, Wooyoung leaves to get you some food, and you smile as you hear the tinkling of dishes back in the kitchen, wondering what kind of pancakes he is making. Will they be simple? Will they have strawberries? Or blueberries? The thought alone of all the options made you droole a little and your stomach grunted from hunger.

As soon as you hear his steps getting closer to the bedroom door, slowly as you assumed by the dragging sound his loose slippers made on the wooden floor, you sit straight up leaning your back against the headboard, feeling your stomach grunt once more.

But your excitment soon turns into disappointment, your wide smile falls into a pout as you see your boyfriend steadily carrying a tray that, to your dismay, does not have a plate full of pancakes and exotic fruits. In fact, you couldn't spot anything remotely sweet at all!

"Why does my pancake look like soup?", you furrow your brows and scrunch your nose while Wooyoung lets out an excruciating loud laugh at your question.

"Because soup has all the vitamins you need," he sets the tray carefully on your lap before sitting next to you under the covers, "and besides, I made it myself. Just for you." He widens his eyes at this last sentence, almost as if threatening you with his love and affection, portrayed by the green homemade soup in front of you.

"But pancakes taste better you know? And soup isn't breakfast suiting...", you exchange disgusted looks between the soup and your boyfriend who now is rolling his eyes at you as he picks up the spoon and delicatly fills it before facing you again.

"If you're acting like a baby, then I guess I will have to treat you like one." He chuckles, and a grin appears on his lips when you relunctantly give in, letting the boy feed you the so unwanted soup. You hated to - and would never - admit how much you actually liked being taken care of by your boyfriend. The same way he would never admit how much he liked to take care of you, despite hating seeing you in pain.

The way he would cook for you, leaving to the side the ingredients he knew you either disliked or were possibly allergic to, the way he caressed your hair and skin as he hummed one of your favourite songs next to your ear, the way he was simply there with you, for you, whether it was to scold you for not taking enough care of your health, whether it was to comfort you; all these things warmed your heart, making you feel at home and forgetting for splits of seconds how much your body ached and weighted.

Your lips draw a smile as the spoon is dropped into the empty bowl, stretching your arms as further into the air as possible before wrapping them around Wooyoung's torso, "You know what would be gre-"

"No (y/n)," he cuts you off mid-sentence, fully aware of what you want from him, "I won't make you pancakes and bring them to bed! You can go eat them in the kitchen," you squint your eyes at him still not convinced to leave bed, and he kisses the top of your head, lingering there for a while before pulling away and looking at you disgusted, "after you shower!"

"Hey!" you pull away from him to slap his arm, but the sudden movement and loud squeal makes you burst into a coughing fit, unabling you to defend yourself from the subtle - not so subtle - accusation.

"I love you, but you stink...", the boy gets up from the bed heading towards the door with his nose scrunched, stopping before leaving to look at your miserable state once more, "You know you had a fever right? And it won't do you any better to stay there all day, wrapped in sweaty sheets and clothes."

You knew he was right, your night was hell and the fever made you sweat your bedsheets like crazy. You did need a shower, specially considering that the annoying wave of heat and cold shivers was threatening to come back and haunt you again.

But you didn't want to let Wooyoung win this easily, not without having something in your favour and so, you made him promise to bake you your favourite pancakes afterwards and eat them with you, snuggled up on the couch as he reads a random book from your shelf for you.

It wasn't an easy task convincing him, or so he made it seem to you. He was in the kitchen when you suggested that plan, therefore you didn't catch how brightly he smiled before biting his bottom lip, thinking of a way to not give in right away, even though all he could think about was the scent of your freshly washed hair against his shoulders, his left arm wrapped around your waist as his hand draws circles on your thigh, feeling your breathing calming down as you struggle more and more to keep your eyes open, lulled by his sweet voice reading you the tales of some modern days princess who doesn't need a prince.

And you would've been that princess, if Wooyoung weren't the prince.

#ateezlovenet #klibrary #ficscafe #kdiner #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez wooyoung fluff #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung oneshot #wooyoung drabble

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shorkbrian · 5 years ago

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Okay, soo can you write a pseudoincest one for Midoriya? I feel like he’ll be shy at first & the reader will be the one to approach him (in a non sexual way of course) but then one day he’ll just break & pin her against a wall. :> hehe

Okay okei ok lissen listen litsen

Midoriya and his sister are picture-perfect step-siblings. From the moment they met each other, the two have gotten along great, perfectly at ease with each other.

Warnings! - NSFW, cunnilingus, dub-con. Pseudo-incest.

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It’s easy to relax around the green-haired man, with how smiley and soft and completely non-threatening he is. You’ve met plenty of men that are the complete opposite; men that make your skin crawl when they look at you. But your stepbrother isn’t like that - you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know what a girl is, considering he’s never even shown interest in one.

You like hanging out with him. Going with him to get coffee every Saturday morning (his treat), plopping down in the bean-bag chairs in his room and completely wrecking each other in Mario Kart, even doing mundane things like laundry or homework is always more fun with Izuku around. it doesn’t hurt that the man is a little too kind for his own good, always offering to do your laundry for you, asking if you need help on any of your homework. He’s always happy to drop whatever he’s doing and come help if you get frustrated with a problem.

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The two of you were watching a movie, parents gone out on date-night. Both of your gazes were zeroed in on the screen, you clutching at Izuku’s sleeve at every jumpscare, your brother leaning forward and mumbling about cgi and the mechanics of the fake monster suits.

A sex scene came out of no where, gross. This always happens with semi-decent movies, and it was so awkward. Thankfully, it was just you and Midoriya in the room (if your parents were here, both of you would be red and embarrassed and suddenly interested in the thread count of the couch cover) and it wasn’t that long of a scene. You were still shy though, turning away from the screen to fiddle with your sleeve, look at the texture of the ceiling, pick at your nails.

A load screech drew your attention back, thinking that the movie had returned to the monsters and the chasing and the thrill. You were wrong. In full HD, there was a semi-nude woman, chest tastefully covered by her ripped shirt, a man kneeling in front of her. The man was moving his face against her, the shots being vague but not needing much brainpower to figure out what was happening. You frowned.

“What is he doing? That’s so gross.”

You felt Izuku shift beside you, the man looking down at you. It’d be weird if you looked at him now, saw your flushed, embarrassed face. Why was the man on the screen putting his face down there?

“(Y/N)...... do you..... do you not know?”

He was just as shy as you, stuttering over his words. Know what? Sure, you weren’t exactly experienced in the realm of physical pleasure, but you thought you knew the basics.

At your confused silence, you saw Izuku drag a trembling hand over his face.

“It’s uh... well, you see... when a man and woman love each other very much-”

“Seriously ‘Zuku?”

You turned to look at him. He was blushing just as hard as you, movie now forgotten.

“Okay, uh, it’s-it’s oral. I guess kinda like a blowjob, but for girls.”

“How would that even feel good? There isn’t anything for him to even like...” You trailed off, regretting blurting out the first thing that popped into your head. Gosh, you sounded like a kid, Izuku probably thought you were so dumb. “Nevermind, let’s just forget it.”

Izuku was still looking at you, nervously shuffling closer.

“You’ve never....?”

“Of course I have!” You spluttered, rising from the couch. Now you were angry, embarrassed, humiliated. Izuku thought you were so stupid that you didn’t even know how sex worked. It’s not like you were currently seeing someone, not in the four short months since you moved into the Midoriya’s house. But you’d had experience in the past! Maybe nothing past penetration, but that still counted as experience!

Izuku rose with you, hands held out in front of him as he tried to salvage the conversation. “I didn’t mean! Not like that anyways...... I was just...”

He waved noncommittally with his hands. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to continue. Izuku was a bit on the shyer side, and you knew that talking about sensitive subjects made him stutter and blush, lose his cool and all. You were willing to be patient, expecting an apology. You got anything but.

“I just mean... I could like, uh... s-show you?”

Your jaw dropped.

Before you could speak, Izuku was rushing on, his words jumbled and breathless. ‘Y’know? It’s just like the uh, well the nice thing to do. It-it feels really good and I know you’d enjoy it, well, I-uh I think. I mean, I-I do... enjoy blowjobs! I could teach you how to do that too, if-well, if you want. We don’t have to do that toda-”

“’Zuku, no...”

You cut him off, staring pointedly at the ground. This was the weirdest situation you’d ever been in. You couldn’t look your brother in the eye, this was just too awkward.

There was a beat of silence.

Automatically, your feet started carrying you towards the stairs, towards your room where you could play on your phone and forget this whole thing happened.

Izuku grabbed your arm.

“Wait, wait, just.... c’mere?”

You grabbed Izuku’s arm, trying to pull yourself away from him. “Izuku, I really don’t think-”

“No, no don’t-don’t think. just... just let me...”

The man was pulling you back, giving you a gentle push onto the couch. This was so weird. A hand splayed across your chest, keeping you stationary as you tried to sit up, and Izuku was kneeling. The man pried your legs apart, despite you protesting.

“’Zuku, this really isn’t something I wanna do right now, please don’t touch me like that.”

Izuku raised a finger to his lips, before yanking down your shorts. You squealed his name in surprise. He groaned.

“Oh, oh, this’ll feel so good, just-just trust me, okay? You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

He was still pressing down on your chest with one hand, ignoring the way your panic rose as his other hand gently caressed your leg, climbing higher and higher. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but this was making you uncomfortable. The thought of your stepbrother doing oral or whatever made you squeaky. You didn’t know what to label the feeling - only knew it was bad.

You gasped when a finger pressed against the fabric of your panties; began tracing your folds, prodding at your mound. Your hands flew down to grab his wrist, to push him away, but Izuku wouldn’t be deterred.

Izuku was so much bigger than you, so much stronger. You couldn’t stop him when he pulled your panties to the side, shoved his face between your thighs, close to your cunt. A yelp left your throat when cool air blew gently across your pussy. He was - he was literally blowing on your pussy.

You shivered.

“Hey, please I don’t wanna do this ‘Zuku, please let me up. Stop doing that, I won’t tell dad, I won’t tell anybody! Please just let me up.”

Your pleas were ignored

A finger began slowly brushing against your cunt, as if Izuku was afraid to touch, afraid to break. You groaned; never in your life had you given that area this much attention. “Feels - feels weird.” you whined, drawing Izuku’s green eyes away from your clenching cunt and up to your face.

“It’ll start feeling good In a second, don’t worry. I’m taking care of you (Y/N), just like I always do.”

Your stomach flipped. This didn’t feel like him taking care of you.

“I-I’ve been wanting to do this for so long... god, thank you.” He was almost whispering, you barely caught the tail end of his sentence before a hot, wet tongue was licking up the length of your pussy.

“Ah! w-wait!”

Izuku didn’t listen. HIs first lick was slow, calculated. The green-haired man was savoring your taste, licking his lips before diving back in. The sensation was good, you were writhing and squirming in Izuku’s hold, but now for an entirely different reason.

He quickly became feverish as he drooled over your pussy, pausing occasionally to gather the moisture in his mouth and spit. Then he’d let his tongue spread the wet around, flicking rapidly against your clit.

“’Zuku, ‘Zuku! I can’t - stop, stop!”

It was so wet, and so, so messy. It was downright filthy, the way his tongue was suckling and lapping and dancing against your sensitive pussy. You were losing your mind, trying to free yourself from Izuku’s grasp, escape the intense stimulation that he was attacking you with.

Your orgasm hit you so fast, you barely had the chance to gasp out a stuttered, weak “Cumming!”.

It felt so good it almost hurt.

The hand on your chest stopped anchoring you to the couch, but you were defeated, boneless. You stopped pushing at Izuku, let yourself lay back and try to catch your breath, sweat making hair stick to your forehead.

The green mass of curls between your legs bobbed gently as Izuku gave short, teasing kitten licks to lap up your juices, loving the way you twitched and whimpered as he played with your sensitive cunt. You were too tired to fight him.

When the man finally stopped, leaned back on his heels and wiping a hand across his face, you didn’t want to look at him. Instead, you buried your face into one of the couch cushions, hiding from your older step-brother.

“I love you.”

You had loved him too, but not in the same way. He was your brother, your friend. What was he now?

Izuku reached forward, slid your panties back into place so they covered your pussy, giving you some semblance of privacy. You felt the couch dip as he sat next to you, far too close to comfort. It was hard to believe what he had just done.

You couldn’t possibly know that he was going to do more.

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Sinful tragedy

Summary: Demystifying an old myth becomes a difficult task when you come face to face with it. Jason is a demon as old as time and will do anything to have you at his mercy.

(Demon!Jason Todd x reader)

-@astroherogirl ! Ilashka, my dear, thank you for being my right hand with this😚💖

-@me0nji thank you for letting me use you absolutely beautiful drawing 💖💖💖

Warning: since this is inspired in this picture it will contain certain topics that some people don't take too lightly and I understand, that's why if the church, nuns, demons and all that aspects makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this.

Also dub-con, blood, sex and possibly death, but in a kinder note it's not that kinky 🤷🏽‍♀️

This a more slutty Jason cuz I just got those vibes

You clutched at your jacket once the windy weather became too cold to handle. Nothing was more pleasant than walking by your own on the empty streets of Gotham on such night that gave you goosebumps anytime you looked at your sides.

People like you didn't last long in this city, they were easy prey for those who didn't care about others.

Both the living and the death haunted the fools who thoughts that just because the vigilantes lurked on the shadows their lives would be safe.

It was such a pity that tonight you belong in that vulnerable group. But you knew your friends weren't that far away, you could call for help and there would be an slim chance that you'll be okay.

Besides that, haunting for spirits was the most unreal thing in the world. It was a vain child tale, nothing would happen when you show up to the supposedly enchanted church.

The old myth of a demon as old as time that marauder the place looking like a nun was just that: a myth. The church looked like any normal church during daytime and it would be the same right now.

But your friends wanted more than that, they wanted to know the real thing. They convinced you to go there, swearing that you'll be watched on and will act if anything seems remotely wrong.

After all, the tale just talked about one person confronting the entity, one person to drive crazy.

You shook your heard, this stupid thoughts were tricking your brain into giving it power to something that didn't even existed. You made it clear to your friends you'd only do this to shut them up, after this they better get over this demon nonsense and get on the line.

But now that you were face to face with church you're will power dropped to the floor.

Underneath the pale moonlight it looked impressive, not even the scarred paint, fallen walls and graffities that adorned every surface could take way it's terrifying look.

You wanted to go back home, this was too much to handle; your whole body was starting to tremble, but you felt lured to go inside. It was like someone took over your body and made you walk, you were just a observant of your own actions.

Anxiety was starting to clog your mind, your breathing hitched on your throat as you found yourself in the mildly broken altar.

Dust covered the whole place making you not want to touch anything, but you still had the duty to prove if the myth of the nun was true or just an old tale.

"Fuck..." you said under your breath while finding the little to not will you had to start the call for old entities. You set your bag in the dusty floor and looked for two red candles and a little knife.

The light would bright the path between life and death, the red candles meaning your want to call out for the underworld and your blood an offer to the old demon. The only thing you had to do is cut your hand and pour the blood into the soft fire, but it was easier to say than done.

"Beneath the darkness within us, I call you to be proven" your words echoed on the building, making the fire fickle a little. You hoped you wouldn't forget the spell and the fire to not die so easily. " To show that I'm pure and worth of the heavenly kingdom above mortals..."

"Come and feed of my flesh and blood to see that I am not going to break in front of temptations." Your eyes danced across the hall, looking for a sign that this foolery was making effect. Nothing happened between the seats or beyond the building, everything was as calm as when you entered.

You couldn't deny that you felt silly for even thinking this was going to work, but still keep looking for something and the few paintings on the walls were something you couldn't take your eyes off.

A weird feeling grew on you, something was off and the way the fire died so abruptly was a clear prove of it.

"You know it's rude to stare?" That voice almost gave you a heart attack, you jumped backwards lightly as you hold your chest tightly.

A young man appeared from the sacristy, he walked up to you with a haughty, almost cheeky attitude and you could only frowned when you looked him up and down, the looked so out of place between the religious enviroment

His strong ars werecovered in fine black lingerie giving him a classy aspect, while the kinky black leather hugged his body perfectly, resalting his chest in a way that it made you wonder how it must feel dragging your fingers against his abs and pectorals.

He showed it proudly, making you feel shy around his boldness and the thoughts that crossed through your head, however, you couldn't hang your head, too embarrassed to see what's beyond the hips.

The stranger tapped impatiently against the chipped wooden floor, he dragged a puff from his cigar and exhaled the smoke slowly in the air." So, what are you doing here?"

You could ask the same question to such a particular man, although you rather hold that information on yourself and save the mockery. "It's not your business."

You sharp tone made him scoff, "So we have a fighter here!" the man said in a joyous tone that caused you to frown." It's been quite a while since i have seen one, but I'm not complaining..."

"The fuck you mean by that?"

He shrugged off as he throw the cigar on the floor and stomped it."Now you're forgetful? You called me, sweetheart."

Your heart felt to the floor as those words left his mouth and echoed in your head in painful motion. "So you're real?"

"Yes, and the name's Jason." The demon nodded, exposing a smile that you could spot two White fangs you guessed were Sharp enough to cut through skin."I know some people want to keep this nameless and shit, but I don't give a fuck if I'm being honest."

You were trapped surely, but you hadn't promised anything to him yet and maybe you could save yourself if you just leave before making a mistake. "Well do you wanna have some fun?" Jason took you by the waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I wanna make you happy, be your whore and let you do whatever the fuck you want to me." He whimpered wantonly as he took your hands and dragged them down his torse.

"I can be your little slut and you can be mommy..." A shiver ran down your spine when you had finally the chance to look him. The demon was beautiful, there was no lie about it.

His eyes looked benevolent as they shined brightly thanks to the faint light of the moon and the candles; also the few strands of white and black hair that escaped from the veil gave him a boyish look, but his smile was wicked. It made you feel preyed on even when he showed himself so submissive in front of you.

"I-I need to go...".You barely managed to stammer, pushing him away in a shy demeanor.

you were afraid of losing control in front of someone as dangerous as him. But Jason didn’t gave up easily. "No, baby!" he complained with a pout." I promise I'll be a good boy, just for you!, but don't leave me here all alone..."

Trembling, you shook your head. It was hard to get your words out of your mouth in such situation like this, you were unsure that this demon was stable, maybe he would throw a tantrum if you turned him down, however, you were too scared to the core to think about his feelings.

"I shouldn't be here, okay?, goodbye."

Faith returned to your senses as you could walk a few steps freely, the door wasn't far away from you and you could see the bright streetlights now.

By tomorrow this would be only a story you could tell to your friends, maybe the media would want to talk to you about the horny demon who begged to get down and dirty and quickly you'd writing a book.

But you had to push harder and it didn't matter how hard you tried to run, the hallway always expanded until it looked infinite.

"You're not going anywhere." Jason said behind you, capturing your wrist and yanking you backwards.

He trapped you between his arms in an iron grip, forcing you to look up to him; his features were hardened, the charming and slutty guy who welcomed was long forgotten and the only thing you could do was pray for it to come back.

"You wanna be with me right?" Jason asked in a wannabe sweet tonee that caused your stomach to twist.

It didn't matter how much you tried to fight the effect his eyes were luring you to give in." I want us to have a good time, can you do that for me princess?"

He caught your lips in a deadly kiss that you inly could return. Your mind was screaming, but you didn't care as long as your body felt good, and the way his hands roamed your body fire didn’t help either to keep your cool since it only build up a burning desire that the man who was holding could only extinguish it.

"I can do that." you assured with a ditzy smiley, finally losing any control over your actions.

You kneeled in front of Jason, your whole being foggy with the happiness of blowing him soon. So your hands graced softly the ropes on his stomach, tugging at the clips to the let go.

"C'mon, do it." Jason encouraged, running his gloved hands through your hair while you pulled down the leather clothing, letting his cock free for your delight.

You liked the shaft tentatively, swirling your tongue on the tip before giving it a cheeky kiss. Without wasting any more time you took his cock in your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down softly tpo get adjusted to it, spittng saliva to make it more easier for you to go down.

It was encouragin the way Jason grabbed your hair, taking a fistful of it as he quick up the pace. “You take me cock so well, fuck...”

You wanted so bad to rub your throbbing pussy, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. So clumsily, you decided to rub your legs, wishing the friction would ease the ache.

Jason chuckled lightly when he saw you." Do you want more?"He forced you to go deeper, grunting when you swirled your tongue on his dick." Do you want me to fuck that little cunt of yours?"

You locked him up with tears pricking your eyes, Jason was delighted to see you in such estate. He wondered how you would look with his cum covering your face.

He pushed you away, a string of saliva connected his cock to your mouth which broke the instant that the demon pushed you to the ground.

You pushed down your pants and panties inmedialty and pulled your legs apart.

Jason shook his head, "I want you to take everything off, sweetheart." He took the hem of shirt and pulled it up.

Taking advantage of the closeness, you took Jason's face in your hands and steal a kiss that quickly became a more heated one.

"I want you to fuck me." you said breathlessly as Jason went down to kiss your body, nibbling and licking a trail of sloppy kisses that went from your neck your breasts.

The air got caught in your throat when his fangs brushed against your hard nipple. "Fuck!" you gasped as he sucked at the tiny bud graciously while he rubbed your soaked core.

You moved your hips up unconsciously, you wanted to feel more than just a simple heat wave.

His movements were a dirty torture on your clit, it was not enough and the question of how his cock would feel inside you gnawed at you.

"Please Jason" you asked in a muffled groan, he just nodded without stopping masturbating you. "Fuck me."

"whatever you want, babe" He pecked your lips softly as he rubbed the tip of his cock in your cunt.

"No more teasing!" your cries were quickly interrupted as he pushed his dick into your throbbing cunt in a slow way.

You let yourself hang when Jason started to thrust, it was slow even gentle pace at first just making sure you got adjusted to his size. However, it didn't lasted much longer as Jason started to speed up.

You were moving back and forth roughly, luckily you had your legs wrapped on Jason's torso to keep balance because.

Jason was fucking your mind away, nothing more than his moans and your pleasure that was slowly pushing you to be at his mercy.

It didn't matter that this man was an underground creature as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

However, the faint eyes of the saints were seeing you straight in the eye, following any move you made like they were judging. They felt sorry for you, a poor sould doomed by it's ego and need to prove themselves to others.

They prayed for your sould to get saved from the claws of that monster.

The moment your blood poured slowly to the floor you locked gazes with the only virgin who lasted through all this time of root in this dammed church, she was smiling softly with her arms open.

The only pure light within the darkness.

"You look so pretty like this, being a cock whore suits you well..." He chuckled in a low tone, quickly followed by a few grunts." Do you wanna be my slut forever, sweetheart?"

You felt pathetic at how quickly you nodded. Yeah, maybe you were too deep in his control to think by yourself, your mind was fogged and the only straight thought you could make out was the way this demon was fucking you silly.

You needed more of this, you wanted to be his own toy regardless of how hard that might be.

Jason shook his head with a cynical smile, overjoyed by your enthusiasm.

It was nice to have someone to play with after a long time. You could be useful as a fleshlight whenever he gets bored, and if he gets tired of you then getting ride of that issue wouldn't be that hard anyway.

"You're so doomed, baby." he graced you cheeck whit his thumb and you leaned to the touch, glad to make happy your new master.

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