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afewproblems · 7 months

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Season Two Halloween AU Part Five

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

Huge huge HUGE shout-out to Jess @strangersteddierthings for being my sounding board and letting me send such long messages full of spoilers!! I can't thank you enough!

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“Dustin, what the hell are you doing here?” Steve says as he hurries towards the kid, he looks around as though expecting another person to follow behind him.

“I can’t find Nancy or Jonathan, you’re the only other one who knows about--”

The kid, Dustin, tilts himself to look past Steve at Eddie with suspicious eyes, “you know”.

Steve freezes, his shoulders a rigid line of tension as Dustin steps around him to head for the screen door.

Eddie had to give it to the kid, he certainly had guts just waltzing in here like this.

“You still have your bat?”

Steve looks from Dustin to Eddie and lowers his voice to mutter something that has Dustin shaking his head rapidly.

"The one with nails, Steve".

"Your what?" Eddie blurts out, forcing the other two to turn towards him. Dustin full on glares. His eyes narrow in irritation while Steve's face pales before smoothing out in that same guarded expression from earlier.

Dustin steps closer to Eddie and crosses his arms over his chest, "who are you?"

"Dustin--"

"That was a rule," Dustin cuts across Steve, smacking the back of one hand into the palm of the other, "no one else gets to know, and I can't tell Max, so you can't just tell him--"

Steve jerks his head as if slapped, a flush building on his cheeks and ears, "I haven't--Eddie's not, I don't--"

Dustin waves his hand dismissively and turns towards Eddie once again.

"Look, it's cool that Steve is expanding his social circle but you should leave".

The attitude on this kid.

Eddie holds out a hand at Dustin and laughs but it tumbles out with a tinge of hysteria, "I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on the whole Nail Bat thing?"

Steve groans, his head swings back and forth from Eddie to Dustin as though he's not sure who to answer first.

He sighs and runs one hand over his face, roughly from the slight wince he makes as he brushes the black eye, "look," Steve barks out, "he's a friend".

Something in Eddie's chest warms at the words despite the incredulous scoff that threatens to tumble out. Steve Harrington, friends with Eddie Munson?

Dustin snorts, "you don't have friends? I only ever see you with Nancy and Jonathan".

Steve flinches slightly at the words, but Dustin carries on talking, brushing past Steve to the house.

"We don't have time for this, I've been looking for you guys all day and now it's dark and there are lives at stake--"

"Je-sus, okay, okay," Steve takes three long strides to catch up to Dustin and steps in front of him, he reaches out for the kids shoulder but seems to think better of it and instead runs the hand through his hair.

"You said lives are at stake?"

It's like a switch is flipped in the kid, he whirls around on Steve, a stream of near gibberish falling out of his mouth at a mile a minute, Eddie can hardly follow it.

"And now he's this big," Dustin hisses, throwing his hands nearly two feet apart from one another.

Steve holds up his hands, "okay, Christ, how do you know it's not just a lizard, Dustin?"

"Because its face opened up and ate my cat, Steve".

Steve looks up at Eddie, meeting his gaze with a nervous laugh, "listen, Dustin, uh, he watches too many B-Monster movies, I'm just gonna take him back to his house".

Now Eddie wouldn't say he's necessarily a, 'go-with-the-flow' kind of guy, but he can roll with the punches --any Dungeon Master worth their salt needed to be able to think on their feet when the time came.

Which is probably why he opens his big fucking mouth.

"I mean, life and death situations with cat-eating Kobolds sounds exactly like my kind of night fellas".

Steve frowns and tilts his head, staring at Eddie while Dustin perks up, his eyes widen in surprise.

"Kobolds? You play D&D?" Dustin says skeptically, pushing past Steve to make his way up to Eddie now.

Eddie laughs at the question, "kid, I run the D&D club at Hawkins High".

Suddenly it's like there's a different kid standing in front of him, his face lights up in wonder and he opens his mouth to continue when Steve makes a sputtering noise behind him.

"Henderson," Steve bites out, hands on his hips, "I swear to God, if you interrupted us for some Halloween prank, you're dead".

He stands there for a moment scowling at the pair of them before turning on his heel and walking towards the house.

"It's not a prank," Dustin huffs defensively, his arms cross over his chest and his face scrunches into a frown.

He looks up at Eddie briefly, all good will from the D&D revelation earlier now forgotten as Dustin follows Steve's path towards the door.

Eddie sighs, he could just leave at this point. Either this is the most elaborate way someone has ended a smoke session with him, or the weirdest role playing game Eddie has ever found himself in the middle of.

But something about the fear in Dustin's voice has Eddie lingering beside the abandoned loungers. He bends down to pick up the forgotten joints and puts them back in his lunchbox before putting the lunchbox back in the backpack. No sense in letting some perfectly good jays go to waste.

The screen door slides open again revealing Steve, who blinks in surprise, "you stayed?"

Eddie shrugs, "I said I would, didn't I?"

Steve nods, and ducks his face, but he can't quite hide the smile that blooms, his eyes crinkle at the corners for the briefest moment before it falls.

"Listen, I know that it sounds like a load of shit--"

"Understatement," Eddie cuts in with a shake of his head.

"Yeah, but you need to know, if you come with us, you're in it. I'm not joking, this is your chance to just walk away".

It's almost as if Steve is pleading with him, and it's then that Eddie notices what Steve has gripped between his hands.

A fucking baseball ball bat, studded with nails that have been haphazardly hammered into the end of it.

Eddie looks from the bat, to Steve's face as Dustin steps out of the house now with two walkie talkies in his hand. He reaches for Steve's backpack and unzips it to place them inside before zipping it up again. There's a grim determination on both of their faces that Eddie has never seen on another person in real life and suddenly he's speaking without thinking again.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

***

Eddie swipes a shaking hand through his sweat matted hair as he watches Steve and the rest of the party move about the Byers living room.

As though mere hours ago they didn’t just fend off a group of flower faced creatures hellbent on entering their fortified school bus to tear them apart.

It was crazy.

It was absolutely batshit that all this time there were creatures from another dimension running around their sleepy little backwoods town.

Eddie shudders at the memory of the sounds they made, the horrible grating wails like metal on metal, echoes in his mind.

And now…a person was dead. Mr. Newby.

Eddie had met him once while buying a used amp at the Radio Shack just a few months ago. He was nice, asked about the band and what instrument Eddie played. He had even offered to help Eddie get the amp out to his van.

And now, he was dead.

Mr. Newby would never take Joyce out for another date, he would never walk into his job and help take inventory, he would never offer a helping hand or piece of advice ever again.

Eddie can't help but think about how close they had all come to ending up like Bob, how one of these things had almost crawled into the bus.

What if they hadn't been called away? Bob had a gun and that hadn't been enough to stop the pack of creatures from…

Eddie looks to Steve.

Steve who hasn't stopped pacing the Byers living room since Hopper herded all of them into the house.

He takes five steps to the window at the front of the room, and five steps back to the door of the kitchen, again and again.

And suddenly, things make so much more sense.

The strange haunted expression on Steve's face Eddie would see between classes whenever he thought no one was looking.

The way the three of them, Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve never let the kids go anywhere without a ride.

The way Steve had looked at his empty pool yesterday.

Things happen in the dark, in the woods.

On the fifth pass, Eddie reaches out to Steve and catches the hand closest to him.

Whatever trance Steve was in dissipates, leaving him to blink once and look down at Eddie's hand before slowly curling his fingers more firmly around Eddie's and squeezing gently.

"How're you holding up?" Steve asks quietly as he drops Eddie's hand to pull a dining chair up to where Eddie is seated on a beaten up recliner.

Eddie scoffs at the question and shrugs, "when I figure that out, you'll be the first to know".

Steve nods, a small half smile climbs up his face.

It drops as he looks across the room at Will.

Jonathan kneels beside the couch, talking quietly to his brother, who stares blankly at the ceiling while Nancy watches on beside them.

Eddie's eyes follow Nancy's hands, the way she hesitates to touch Jonathan before eventually giving in and draping her hands over his shoulders.

He looks back at Steve who also seems to be watching Nancy. He breathes out a long sigh and shakes his head, before turning back to Eddie.

"If it makes you feel better, you're taking it better than I did the first time".

Eddie raises one skeptical eyebrow and smirks, "I highly doubt that--"

"I ran away," Steve cuts across him with wide eyes, "I almost left Nance and Jon with a monster, one of those things that took Will," he holds Eddie's gaze for another beat before dropping it to the floor.

"So, don't sell yourself short".

Eddie opens his mouth to tell Steve he should take his own advice but Hopper suddenly makes his presence known once more as he closes the door to Joyce's room behind him and walks back into the living room.

"Okay, we may not have backup on route for a few more hours--"

"If they're even coming," Mike scoffs from the corner, "who says they believed you anyway?"

"Listen, until we are told otherwise, we need to sit tight," Hopper barks, sending a glare Mike's way.

Hopper deflates slightly, as though realizing who he's talking to, and takes a deep steddying breath which he releases slowly through his nose, “we can't just charge in without backup--"

"If we sit here on our asses those things will eventually make it to town, you saw the tunnels Hop," Dustin bites out this time, shooting his own fierce glare at the chief as he stands beside Mike.

"They'll tear everything apart," Max says softly from the floor. She's settled against the back wall of the living room against the collage of drawings that Will had completed in his frenzied state, Lucas sits closer and takes her hand in his own.

"Oh no," Steve mutters under his breath, he spares Eddie a glance before standing up from the chair, "no, no, we can't fight these things by ourselves, we're outmatched here Henderson".

"Not if we know how they work," Mike insists. He walks towards where Max and Lucas are sitting, nearly stepping on the pair of them in his haste.

"Jesus Mike," Lucas hisses under his breath while Max settles for stomping her foot against Mike's own. He jumps at the sudden pain and the three of them dissolve into vicious bickering and name calling until Steve and Nancy pull the kids away from each other.

"Okay, just, keep going Mike," Nancy tells him, once everyone has settled down once more. She gestures to the drawings taped up around the room.

"As I was trying to say," Mike sneers at Max who scoffs and crosses her arms, "what if it's all connected, the tunnels, the dogs, Will?"

No one speaks, the words seem to hang in the air as all eyes move to the couch where Will lays wrapped in blankets and staring unseeing at the ceiling.

Mike continues, "this all started after that day in the field--"

"And if he was infected," Dustin interrupts with a gasp as Mike nods rapidly, pointing at him and then the drawings again.

"It's like a virus, connecting him to this, this--"

"Hivemind," Lucas supplies, his voice hollow as he stands up to join the rest of the kids, "like what Mr. Clarke told us".

"Okay, okay, slow down God Dammit," Hopper huffs as he lifts his hand to pinch his fingers into his eyes.

"Hivemind?" Steve says slowly, as though rolling the word around on his tongue, "like bees?"

Dustin blinks once, his face morphing in surprise, "kind of, it's like a superorganism made up of several others all working together, one collective consciousness".

"A Mindflayer," Eddie whispers, just loud enough for the kids to turn their heads towards him.

He's been quiet for so long, sitting on the sidelines of this group that had clearly worked together in a crisis before. It was almost like listening to Jeff, Gareth, and Grant in a Hellfire session, watching them work out a trap in real time before executing their plan.

It would be endearing if there weren't actual monsters running about.

"Holy shit," Mike breathes out while Dustin darts off towards the bookshelf in the corner.

He flips up some of the drawings until he finds what he's looking for and loudly crows, "yes!"

Dustin marches back to the kitchen table and slams the book down on the surface before flipping several pages. He slaps the back of his hand on the page in triumph as he sends Eddie a confident grin.

"This isn't a game kid," Hopper sighs but steps closer to look at the book nonetheless.

"But it's the closest metaphor we have," Dustin argues back.

"Analogy," Lucas says as he steps towards the table, a shit eating grin pulls at his mouth as he catches Dustin's eye.

"Fine, analogy, whatever!" Dustin mutters, a red flush climbs up his neck until it settles on his ears, he slaps his hand on the books again, "can I get on with it or do you have more vocab for me?"

"Dustin," Nancy sighs, reaching out for his shoulder with one hand, she gives it a slight shake, "what would this even tell us?"

"Well," Dustin turns to Nancy now and points at a section below a horrifying drawing of a humanoid man with a squid for a head. Four tentacles point in all directions while its hands wield a terrifying glowing orb.

It's not something that Eddie has thrown at his players in years now that he's managed to figure out how to balance his encounters properly.

Because Mindflayers…were horrific.

"They're basically from another dimension, and they travel to different worlds to conquer other species that they see as inferior to themselves".

"Conquer," Steve breathes out beside Eddie who can't help but shuffle closer to brush his shoulder against Steve's own.

Steve gives Eddie a brief smile before looking back to where Dustin and Hopper are arguing once again.

Eddie lets his gaze drift only to find Nancy staring at him curiously, her sharp blue eyes flit from Steve and back to himself, the weight of her gaze makes Eddie want to pull away from Steve but he holds his ground and stares right back.

Nancy offers him a tentative smile, which does nothing to ease the sudden tension in Eddie's chest, feeling as though he's been caught.

He could easily explain this away, despite the rumors running rampant at school about Eddie, there is no way anyone would believe the same would be true of Steve Harrington.

Eddie ignores the unhappy weight that settles in his stomach at the thought, he let himself get way too close, way too quickly.

Besides, there wasn’t a chance in hell that Steve was, that he could be…

Eddie shakes himself and moves away, lamenting the loss of Steve’s warm shoulder as he lets Hopper's voice pull him back to the matter at hand.

"Okay then," Hopper nods, looking around the room.

"How do we kill it?"

***

They have a plan.

Or at least, half of them do.

Going based off a thirteen year olds hypothesis that their friend is basically a spy for a creature from another dimension -which in hindsight is definitely not the craziest thing they’ve experienced today.

Is it something that Eddie would have never come up with in his wildest dreams? Undoubtedly.

But that was before a girl with literal mind-powers showed up and tossed a dead demodog through the Byers window.

Jesus Christ.

So, with El and Hopper on their way to the lab, the rest of the party busies themselves by packing the Byers Station Wagon for the drive to Hopper's cabin.

They have to flush this thing possessing Will out of him before it's too late and the cabin is far enough out of town that whatever happens hopefully won’t affect anyone else.

Eddie tries not to think too deeply about what that might mean.

He manages to find another portable heater in the Byers basement and hauls it into his arms before turning around to walk back up the stairs.

When Eddie reaches the landing his heart stops for just a moment when he realizes he can't see the kids. He takes another step into the kitchen and breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees the four of them huddled around the kitchen table with the still open Monster Manual.

Eddie pauses for just a moment when he spots a Hawkins County map beside the book.

It's covered in red marker.

An intricate design of lines ending with two circles…both around areas outside of the city center.

Eddie shakes his head and keeps moving, much to the visible relief of the kids as he makes his way to the back door.

One problem at a time.

He knows that Steve is around here somewhere, he was helping Jonathan carry Will to the car while Joyce and Nancy gathered as much rope from the shed as they could carry.

God, it's so dark now.

Eddie understands what Steve meant before, the way the trees rustle in the wind and the moonlight catches on animal eyes that shine in the dark. It's enough to put him on edge as he makes his way around the Byers property.

Every snap of a branch was a demodog prowling in the brush, every distant howl was a monster coming to drag him into the Underdark.

He shivers and keeps moving, fighting the urge to look over his shoulder every few steps.

Eddie finally makes his way to the shed, peering inside only to startle as Nancy's voice floats through the cool November air.

"Thank you, for staying with the kids," she says quietly.

Eddie freezes where he stands with the heater in hand. He knows he shouldn't be here for whatever this is, listening in on yet another private conversation between Nancy and Steve but his feet remain planted in the earth.

"Yeah well, I might be a shitty boyfriend, but it turns out I'm a pretty damn good babysitter," Steve hums so casually that Eddie wonders if it's really him speaking. They’re on the other side of the Byers shed, Eddie can almost make out their shapes between the uneven slates of the wood.

"Steve--"

"It's okay, really," Steve takes a deep breath, "you should go with Jonathan".

"Steve," Nancy's voice is wet this time as she speaks but Steve hushes her with a sigh.

"It's okay Nance,” he pauses for a beat, “all I want is for you to be happy, and I don’t think you’ve been happy for a long time”.

“What about you,” Nancy whispers, so softly that Eddie almost misses it this time.

Eddie hears the sounds of footsteps and the rustle of fabric, a muffled sniffle and several whispered words that he can't make out from this distance.

The whispering goes on for another minute or two before they fall silent, only the sound of cicadas and frogs echo in the midnight air around them.

Eddie takes this as his cue to begin to loudly walk over, purposefully grinding his steps into the gravel and walking more heavily than he normally would.

He comes around the corner of the shed to find Steve holding Nancy, his head on top of her own as she presses her face into his chest.

Eddie clears his throat and watches as Nancy steps away from Steve. He lets her go, both of their movements lighter than they have been in days.

"If you guys checked the shed, Joyce said it's now or never".

Nancy nods and walks over to take the heater from Eddie, giving him a warm smile as her gentle hands brush his own, and huh --he kinda gets it now. How Steve could have fallen head over heels for this secret badass girl, Nancy Wheeler.

"Thank you," Nancy smiles and Eddie sputters, running his now free hands through his hair.

"For what, I didn't--"

She raises a single eyebrow, and looks from Steve, before bringing her gaze back to Eddie.

"For being there, for all of them".

With that, Nancy walks back towards the house leaving Eddie to feel as though he missed a lot more of that conversation than he should have.

***

They finish refortifying the Byers house, boarding up the broken window that El had tossed the dead demodog through. Eddie adds one last nail and hammers it in before stepping back to admire their handiwork.

Steve lowers his hand from where he held the board in place and shoots Eddie a grin before he collects the box of nails from the floor and turns to put it on the coffee table.

"Steve?" Eddie says quietly. He doesn’t need to really, the kids aren't paying attention to the pair of them, but this is just for Steve. Eddie doesn't need four pairs of eyes staring at him as he tries to say this.

"I just, I'm sorry about Nancy".

Steve tilts his head in confusion, but Eddie keeps going.

"If we do make it out of this, I don't want you to think you were a 'shitty' anything".

Eddie winces as Steve's eyes narrow slightly.

"I'm guessing you were standing by the shed a lot longer than we thought," Steve says slowly as he looks back at the kids and takes another step even closer.

Eddie winces at being caught and nods, “I was looking for you originally to see if you guys needed any more help, and then I heard voices and just,” he shrugs, “I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay or not, after that”.

“And for what is worth, you definitely have changed,” Eddie offers with a sly grin, “I don’t think anyone would have expected Steve-the Hair-Harrington to use Faberge, let alone let us plebs in on his secret”.

Steve’s mouth opens and closes before breaking into a wide grin, a startled laugh falling from his mouth, growing in volume until Eddie can’t help but join him.

Steve raises his hands to run over his face and into his hair as he looks at Eddie, the grin on his face softens slightly the longer he looks.

Suddenly, his eyes harden and the look of determination from yesterday takes over. Steve squares his shoulders and breathes out a strangely broken sigh before he reaches out for Eddie's hands. He takes the hammer from him and sets it down on the coffee table beside them.

"My Nonna told me once," Steve whispers, using his hand to point into the middle distance, "Steven, people will come in and out of your life all the time, and the ones that are meant to be there will stay, and if they go, then it wasn't meant to be".

Steve breathes out a sudden nervous laugh, "she was so straightforward and I loved that about her".

Eddie doesn’t dare to breathe as Steve shakes his head.

"And you, you stayed," Steve continues softly, "and I just…"

Eddie's own breathing picks up as Steve leans closer, enough that Eddie can count the freckles on the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck what Dustin said, I think I need more people in my life like that".

Eddie's eyes widen slightly as the words begin to register. No, no way, this can’t be happening.

He lets out a strangled laugh and leans away from Steve’s space, “more friends in your life right?”

It all happens so quickly after that.

Steve freezes where he stands. His face moves through several expressions, some so brief that Eddie can’t quite tell what is going on before it smoothes out once again into something blank; Steve lifts his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose before dropping it to his side and nodding.

“Yes, right, friends, duh,” Steve laughs but it's not at all like the bright wild one he let out just a few seconds ago.

This one was dull, hollow.

Eddie opens his mouth to say something, anything to wipe away the horrible emptiness in Steve's eyes but Dustin suddenly pushes past Eddie to grab the sleeve of Steve’s jacket.

"Steve!" Dustin says frantically, "Steve, we have a problem!"

The sound of a car door slamming outside catches their attention and a sinking feeling begins to form in the pit of Eddie's stomach. There's no way Hopper and El would be back from the lab yet, and Jonathan said they would radio if there were any changes.

So who the hell was outside?

Part Six

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hyewka · 10 months

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STRICTLY PLATONIC [teaser] | choi beomgyu

SUMMARY. fucking your best friend was supposed to be a one time thing in the hopes of relinquishing feelings for your ex, but a one time turned into a weekly and cuddles after sex are way too intimate for your liking. but beomgyu insists that he’d never catch feelings for you, that he’s experienced in these types of arrangements. he still saw you as his best friend! it was totally only platonic for you too… right?

GENRE. smut, fluff, angst, college au, a hyewka fic with plot and structure.. sort of

TEASER WARNINGS. nothing explicit just some marking lol

AUTHOR NOTE. the dream fwb fic ive been wanting to write for ages so thank you to the ask i recently replied to as it was the main motivator for this 😭 this is going to be a long one so we're going the traditional route with a teaser, im opening a tag list so if you wish to be added send an ask or comment!

You’ve never seen Choi Beomgyu in a different light. That’s what you liked about him, that everything was so… constant. Your life could crash and burn but hey, Beomgyu was still Beomgyu— your friendship was a variable in your life that stayed undeniably the exact same.

You know, until you allowed him to fuck your brains out.

Even the sole fact that you have given the thought of Beomgyu being a ‘sex symbol’ has you quivering out of sheer horror— Beomgyu… has never been a sex symbol. Sure, he fucked around, and has a reputation and yeah sure, he was crazy hot when he isn’t showing signs of extreme sleep deprivation …but you’ve just never seen him in that light.

And to have let it simmer in your thoughts for longer than a second, makes you just a tinge hesitant in letting the silly goof pull you into the dancing crowd. You whine, “I’m tired Beomgyu! My heels are killing me.”

He either doesn’t hear over the blasting music or isn’t going to give it up because he pulls you in anyway, crashing your head right into his chest and you let out an instinctual ouch at the hard surface. Your eyes are wide looking up at him, sputtering out an unbelievable sentence. “Have you—have you been working out?”

His grin widens, holding up your arm to guide at feeling out his biceps. “Every now and then.” He doesn’t mind the minute it takes you to actually feel every muscle through his shirt, in fact he’s relishing in your sudden pique of interest in his body.

Whether he’s flexing them or not doesn’t show in his face—he looks completely relaxed and you finally admit—Beomgyu is getting toned.

“Why? You hate working out.” You could barely muffle those words with the way he had you engulfed in his arms, leaning his head in your neck, swaying side to side as if the song blasting was off of Taylor Swift’s Lover and not a Lil Wayne remix.

And he hasn’t even gotten a drop of alcohol yet.

But it’s true, Beomgyu hated the gym. Like, even more than you did. Which is a testament in and of itself.

He pulls away from the crook of your neck, a pout on his lips. “Didn’t you say your type was muscular men? At Halloween weekend?”

Halloween weekend was a year ago, the first frat party you managed to get into with the help of Beomgyu’s friend, Jake. You barely remember anything from it. Other than the occasional retells of the nights by Yunjin’s words, which are always a different version of the same story... so a not very credible source. “I mean, I guess they are. But what does that have to do with anything?”

“I don’t know, just saying. Jaehyun was suuper muscly.” Okay, the random mention of your ex…maybe he had some drop of alcohol.

“Are you drunk?”

“You took too long to come back, lost at beer pong.”

“How many shots?” you interrogate.

“Two.” At your suspecting glare, he continues on, “Four…five…like, at most seven.”

Your eyes bulge out, huffing out a scoff. You guys always got wasted together! Noticing the furrow of your brows he holds you tighter whining, “I know I know, sorry, I tried telling Heeseung but he’s a savage cruel man, I was practically force fed that cup.”

You don’t doubt that he attempted to persuade Heeseung but you do doubt the force feeding, it only takes a couple nudges before getting Beomgyu to drink. “I’m just slightly tipsy, not drunk yet anyway. I pledged to never ever get trashed without you. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

You slap away the hand he puts up over his chest, incredulously, losing your control over the fits of giggles when he takes your flying hand in his, taking advantage by intertwining your fingers together. “What are you doing?” your cheeks probably hurt from all the smiling, you don’t know, you think your nerves are numb.

“Can’t a guy hold his twin flame, platonic best friend’s hand?”

Skinship was not an unfamiliar with Beomgyu—he was always a naturally clingy guy. You figured when the first ever official lunch hangout you’ve had with the boy and a few of your other friends, had included a lot of random footsie.

You didn’t even know him that well in high school. Who plays footsie with an acquaintance? Choi Beomgyu, that’s who. Yet even after some reluctance that day, you end up letting him have his childish, sort of endearing fun.

Though this was all but childish, the innocently mischievous twinkle of a scrawny teenage boy had been long gone, instead replaced by the most attractive man’s hungry, lust filled gaze. “Who told you to look so sexy today?”

The theme was Angel & Devil—to match with Beomgyu, you insisted on giving him the angel outfit, and you the costume of a devil. Matching was always the fun part of these parties. “Only today?” you drawl, making an exaggerated sultry trail with your finger on his chest.

“God, shut up, you know you’re always hot,” You don’t expect the seriousness of his tone, especially when you were just teasing, but he snakes his hand around your waist, pushing you further into his body, your tits suffocatingly pressed against his chest.

You do not expect the slight squeeze to your ass, your eyes shooting particularly wide, blood rushing up to trickle your cheeks. “But I like it when you’re a little devil, makes you so sexy and alluring.”

His face buried into your neck again, this time not missing the chance of taking a deep inhale. Beomgyu could stay like this forever, filling his lungs with you, and only you. “Still can’t believe I had my hands off you for so long little devil.” Your eyes flutter shut, taking quick breaths as he moves his soft lips to your neck, wet kisses with a slip of teeth nibbling just slightly to tease, planning on coloring you with all the pretty purple hues.

And you’re sure he was well on his way until you sober up at the abrupt change in the DJ’s track.

“Beomgyu, not—not now, we’re in public.” And surrounded by tons of people that you’re either friends with or know. That broke one of the most important pillars of your agreement—to keep the fuck buddies ‘thing’ a secret.

You don’t expect the speed of his instant pull away when processing your words, blinking his pretty lashes and the tipsiness away—his doe eyes are too much of a weakness, the little furrow of his brows something you desperately want to kiss and smoothen out. “Oh. Oh yeah. Sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck, genuinely apologetic.

And eats away at you. You know Beomgyu well—he hates keeping things secret, he’s the type of person to flaunt relationships all over his feed in that lovesick puppy way that most women could only dream of having—but you weren’t dating. And that was the boundary set.

You didn’t ask him to pull away completely though, but here you were, awkwardly as distanced as you could be in the middle of a rager with sweaty college students rubbing their bodies against each other. As gross as that was, you zero’d in on something less of a given: the fact that you’ve never felt this way with Beomgyu. Ever. It was like you were starring in the most awkward coming of age indie movie, y’know, without the crazy scenery and cinematography.

And more often than not, you find that these occurance of realisations, become more and more frequent. You feel things you’ve never felt a certain way with Beomgyu. Which only brought you to realize something else; Beomgyu was now a changing variable in your life and you’re not entirely sure how to handle that.

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𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨

ғʀᴏᴍ. sᴇᴏᴋᴋᴀ0ᴏ

Synopsis: Your relationship seemed great, but only those inside the storm can say how difficult it is, Anton was a great bystander, he was always very attentive, but he got tired of just being someone to watch you slowly suffer and after an incident, he starts wanting to take the position as your boyfriend.

Pairing: Lee Chanyoung x afab!reader

Contain: friends to lovers; college!Au; toxic relationship; Cheating;lies and alcohol consumption

Featuring: Riize and Chenle from nct

Warning: This chapter contain smut; drunk sex; protected sex;

Author; This is my 1k followers event. I will make three chapters of this story available, since it was supposed to be a longer fiction I divided them to make it easier to read. Hope you like it.

English is not my first language, so there may be some grammar errors

Chapter I: The fine line between you and me

You were fucked from head to toe. Not because it was entirely your fault either, but that lack of complicity in your relationship was something detestable in your opinion. Something that took you so long to build with someone just going down the drain because of simple everyday things left aside and who would it be like being stuck in it for any emotional issue, you were so comfortable that it didn't seem to hurt the fact that Chenle treated you as if you didn't exist, basically, it was a facade couple, the type that doesn't mind being in that role, because in everyone's eyes you are perfect, but within the relationship everything was in ruins.

He was too good. Popular, rich, very charismatic, his group of friends, all equally popular, from a more renowned college made the whole situation worse. Chenle had an easy smile, besides being too handsome to be so friendly, he was sociable in his own way, full of compliments to give and sell to everyone, everything that was good came from him, because he was the sun, because he shone, and you were someone who also gave in too easily. Despite his charms and the way he's with you now, Chenle was great in the first years of the relationship, but there's nothing you can do when everything is worn out.

Much of sustaining this situation came from the support of your best friend. Anton was always very positive about the relationship from the beginning, even if from time to time he tried to point out certain things that seemed too wrong. his complacency would never be able to tell you directly that Chenle was a fucking asshole and didn't deserve your attention in any way, your forgiveness or even your desire to save that relationship.

Which would also be a mistaken thought on his part, you were accommodating, and would remain there if you were going to depend on Chenle and his lack of equal disposition, in technical and correct terms, you deserved each other, that relationship was rubbish and neither of you seemed to get along.

In any case, having a friend like Anton was a privilege that you would give yourself until the end, his participation in this relationship was integral, from the first hook-up to the request for an official, extravagant date, the first fights and disagreements, distrust, jealousy , detreatment. When you cried, he was the one who was with you to help you, regardless of everything, in the end it would be the two of you trying to help each other and it may sound wrong, which in fact it was, but Anton was very good to you.

You had fought again. What was supposed to be a weekend date turned into a horror show and Chenle just left without saying anything, leaving you abandoned. The desire to tell everyone to fuck off was stuck in your throat from early on, the lack of enthusiasm, despite Halloween having passed, some parties were still going on, you were in the comfort of your bed and your cell phone was beeping non-stop, it was Anton, whining about not wanting alone.

"Fuck it, y/n, when was the last time we hung out?" The delicate tone of Anton's voice made you laugh, he was adorable, a very present friend, you loved him from the bottom of your heart, alluding to the way your boyfriend always hated him - "I hate tall men, none of them are any good" - you should having imagined imminent envy, reaching the point where he even tried to make you move away, something that didn't work, it was too difficult for you to live without Anton and over time and Chenle just gave up, as he did with everything that had to do with you and that relationship

"I don't know, Anton, I'm not in the mood" you whimpered, looking at the costume you had agreed with him to go, you as an angel and him as a black angel, it wasn't a big deal, but he seemed very offended. "Chenle won't go"

"I don't care, honestly, this is one of the last parties you'll have, let's go" he was still in the comfort of his own room, adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror, waiting for you to say something "So you are going?"

You pondered, not in dead silence, your body dumped on the bed, you found yourself thinking about the last time you could have fun like this, the costume you could wear, even the friends you hadn't seen for so long, it would be cool, you could go out better than expected, so what did it cost? Anton was already so willing to make this move forward and he wouldn't give up for anything, much less like it if by chance it wasn't

"Yes, Anton, just give me some time so I can get ready." You grumbled leaving your comfort, after going to the bathroom.

"Half an hour and I'm ready"

You didn't wait for him to say anything, you hung up immediately, taking off your clothes to go straight to the shower. At certain points you couldn't deny the fact that you rarely did things for you, Chenle was in other places, other parties with his friends, so for you to have the right to do the same wasn't unreasonable, it had been for some time. You didn't care about the types of eyes that directed you around college, there was nothing new, so you gave yourself this opportunity to just go out with someone you actually like.

You got ready quickly, the white clothes followed by angel wings, the halo on your head, the makeup in shades of white and silver, you looked beautiful, radiant, so pleasant to see that you got a little excited to go to the party and like a divine sign the cell phone vibrated, they had arrived and you just grabbed your things and got out, running to the sidewalk where you found Eunseok in the driver's seat.

“Hey y/n, how are things going?” He rests his arm on the window next to him and you smile. Eunseok was a funny figure, you should remember to get his number for a friend of yours from college, according to Anton he's not the type to get along with people, It would be interesting to make a small investment for a close friend.

“Well, I would say,” you replied, opening the passenger door and getting in, looking to the side as a body emerged from the back seat to lean against those in front. Black clothes, black wings, horns, makeup in shades of black and brown, Anton looked very handsome in that costume, even more so than you, and you can easily admit it.

“Hey baby” he smiled and you smiled back.

“Hey” you replied

"So does that mean that today y/n is single?" Eunseok asked, starting the car, taking to the empty streets of an early Friday night, the weather was mild, not too hot, not too cold, you like it, it's comfortable.

"Single? O- oh I didn't understand well" you commented trying to free yourself

"Hyung, you can't pressure people like that" Anton commented with a suggestive smile. "Let's just assume so…"

"I found out he's on the other side of the city, you know, these guys who hang out with him are a little out of the box." Eunseok added, demonstrating his total dissatisfaction with the presence of Chenle and his noisy friends "a lot of money for a small size, maybe that's why he doesn't like Anton"

"Not really, Chenle just being…Chenle, you know?" You tried to get around the subject, you knew that none of them were willing to answer and that's why you just left it alone, that silence was enough to tell you that everything sounded wrong even to outsiders, inside you it seemed even more difficult to discern. the frustrated relationship that took place.

You got out of the car when it stopped, loud music, lots of people, you followed the flow inside with your friends, everyone had been there having fun apparently for over an hour on end, Wonbin smiled at you in the Lobby polite as always and he followed destiny close to Shotaro, handing him another drink. You followed Anton to the kitchen and Eunseok slipped closer to Sungchan. You handpicked the flavor of the energy drink that would accompany the vodka and then mixed it, making Anton breathe out in a relaxed laugh.

"Wow Y/n, you really aren't joking around today" Anton poured himself a beer, patting it on his body to toast and brought it to his lips to take a good sip."let your rich boy know this"

"I don't feel like talking about my relationship, Chanyoung, let's just enjoy it" You don't hesitate to say, your cell phone was in Chanyoung's pocket, who apparently had a higher alcohol capacity than yours, so you wouldn't have to bother to check calls and messages that would not arrive. That whole facade wouldn't be maintained by you and everyone who stopped by to take a look at you unaccompanied already proved that you would have a huge headache, but that they certainly didn't worry about that today.

"You're in charge " He said politely, leaning against the counter and then you went in to drink. Several flavors mixed with , a horrible combination that ran your system fast.

You knew it was an exaggeration, you were with Chanyoung all this time, talking about the week, about that flirtation he had and didn't work out, about the other boys' lives which, as always, were too busy for you to keep up with. You missed them, being with them without your egocentric boyfriend getting involved and you even considered breaking up in the middle of this conversation you were having, seeing how much more happy could be away from that.

A short time later Eunseok reappears suggesting beerpong and you move to the living room, first competitors Sohee and Seunghan were at the end of the round when Seunghan couldn't handle the pressure of the beer and gave up. You laughed quietly at the other's lack of firm grip and signed Sohee to have his victorious man dance.

The music was very loud, at this point. you entered the match with Shotaro, luckily in the first rounds you had the advantage, but soon the number of times you drank increased, a lot of beer in your system, you were never good at containing the alcohol content when it comes to beer, so it doesn't take too long to weigh. However, far from giving up on the game he had started, it was a matter of principle.

"Take it easy, we've just arrived" Anton policed you very quickly, he knew you weren't taking it easy, but you didn't listen, as always, stubbornness was getting to your head, you were so frustrated that you didn't even notice that, you start to lose the control.

It had been a long time since you talked to them and how excited they all seemed to be in your presence. It's all to new to you understand that you're discounting your feelings in alcohol and you don't need to Anton to warning you about that.

"Do you see y/n drinking more than you hyung? Will drop?" Commented Sungchan next to you, looking at Shotaro's upset figure

"You will never take my post, y/n! " Shotaro had the determination and the will…but he certainly didn't have the stomach.

After the game that you won at the cost of a lot, you took your destiny to the dance floor, you had already lost your friends and took body to dance, let the sweat carry the alcohol out, but the more it danced, it seemed to rise and it left you dizzy.

You saw Wonbin making out with someone in the right corner, he escaped very early to be exact and you just laughed, seeing little by little everyone dispersed to their respective interests, Your skin was numb and your eyes were closed, you were immersed, when Anton passed through the crowd and found you to join, you smiled and approached him

"I was looking for you" He bent down to quote in your ear, with that you hugged him.

"I'm here, darling!" you replied, pulling him to dance with you. Anton laughed casually, he held you so you wouldn't fall, you could smell his alcohol too, which was funny, because he was so firm, so firm in his attitude,but also so friendly , if your boyfriend was half that maybe you wouldn't feel so upset.

"You shouldn't exaggerate so much y/n..."Anton started a little worried, a little drunk, but sure of what he was doing, he grabbed your body by the waist, keeping you firmly close to his.

Yes you were going insane, your neuron didn't want to share the information anymore, this whole thing about dancing with Chanyoung was going to spread around the campus and you knew what would happen, but it was actually good, just for Chenle who didn't even think twice about leaving you in house planted to go to a party. As always, you would not treat it with due proportions.

"Don't tell me what to do too~...I...I'm fed up with this " You complained with a choked voice, taking advantage of the contrast to slower music and laid your head on his shoulder

"Sorry" Anton caught the rhythm of your body, letting you rock slowly, in silence for as long as you preferred. His cologne mixed with your perfume, you were trapped in your world like Anton always tried to do.

"Are you okay? I think I want to go home " You couldn't have stayed there for more than four hours, and now you knew you had exaggerated too much, but it was worth the experience of enjoying yourself with your friends, even if it was just for a while. "You can call a taxi for me...I'll come back alone."

"Hm? No, I'm going with you, I think Eunseok hyung is leaving too " Anton said quietly, awkwardly and then you took your destination outside, finding Eunseok intact waiting in the car. "You know that I don't party alone, even though you abandoned me in the last few months"

"I didn't abandon..." You whispered near the vehicle, you had no way of justifying yourself and you wouldn't, you wouldn't have that condition or that courage, not when it comes to Anton and his surgical tongue.

"I will never come driving again! You guys are just a lot of work " Eunseok hadn't put a drop of alcohol in his mouth, he was and upset about having to go to the trouble of serving as an Uber for all his friends in all party they go "See, even Y/n drank..."

In the end, all destinies end there, Sohee was in the front seat, behind there were seunghan, sungchan, shotaro, with only one space left.

"There's no space " You said tearfully.

"Go on in Chanyoung's lap!" Shotaro commented in a clear intoxication "I'm in a hurry"

"Okay~" You mumbled "Anton ~come in"

"But…"He replied

"Come in!" You demanded, he entered and you followed, sitting awkwardly on his lap. With hands adorning your hips to keep you in place, you then slammed the door.

"Y/n, does your boyfriend know you're sitting on someone else's lap?" Sohee said from the front seat.

"Chanyoung are my friend, nothing more than that" You said back, feeling the car start to ride

"Even so, I don't know if I would like it very much" Sohee continued to joke.

"It doesn't make any difference...any...for him " You said upset, cutting the joking atmosphere even without your intention. Anton pulled you subtly trying to comfort you.

"Okay, sorry, let's just go" Sohee snuggled into the seat and you started off in that silence. Anton was a little too immersive, the alcohol started to rise in earnest as the vehicle rocked, which left him too caught up in the idea of you being so comfortable on his lap, which wasn't right, but the subtle flavor of that prohibition It started to make him want to walk around with intentions he didn't have with you.

The long fingers on your hips, you weren't fitted into him, but he had noticed your ass showing through your clothes, he could just pull himself a little to feel you, nothing big, it wasn't like Chenle would find out, just a test, just once. You were never this close, for you to allow him to touch you freely, to give him the approval to squeeze your hips so precisely and subtly pull you on top of him. You gave in with your body limp, spinning, you smiled, snuggling, thinking it was his method of keeping you safe, but you were hyperventilating, the pressure of your body threw Anton into another dimension, his head spinning non-stop with the information that he could make you his so easily, but a poorly thought out idea, harshly cut off when the car stopped.

"We have arrived " The cut was dry, Eunseok stopped in front of his house and then Anton returned to reality, a little shy due to the condition, but letting go of you so he could open the door.

"I'm going to leave y/n at home" Anton commented, as you opened the car door, getting out disoriented, you turned to the door and bowed to everyone.

"Thanks for the ride!" You said choked up, waving your hand at everyone.

"Be careful, you two" Eunseok guided more as a friend than anything. Anton waved his hand and left too, slamming the door, now you walked arm in arm into the house. A comfortable silence, the night seemed very beautiful, you stopped at the door to enter when Anton walked away. Right now was where he drew the line, he didn't know what could happen if he had the brilliant idea of entering.

"What? "You asked.

"I'm going home" he dictated

"No...chanyoung stays here with me today...no one is home"you said, accentuating the problem

"Y/n I can't " he said

"Yes you can, just come...I don't want to be alone, you can sleep in the guest room" You said, leaving the door open for him. Anton trembled, he knew he shouldn't, he looked from one side to the other, grunted and then went inside, locking the door as he did so.

You directed him to the guest room, next to yours, handed over some of your dad's pajamas that could fit and then fled to your room. Trembling with the discomfort between your legs, Anton's pushing and pulling in the car caused more than a few mixed feelings, and even though he thought you hadn't noticed, you clearly felt each and every action he had taken at the first opportunity.

When the situation is not conducive, it will pass with a painful slowness, the one that tortures, you made your way to the room, you were on your bed, looking at the window, the alcohol was still in your system, you saw everything slightly blurred, frustration, sadness , anger, you just wanted to cry, you were feeling guilty for going out without your boyfriend, for being so horny because of anton attitudes, for let him sleep in your house and besides all that your cell phone without a single notification. Stories, photos, videos, everything about how Chenlee seemed too satisfied to remember that he had a partner, you were tired, drained in that relationship curse, but still without any ability to say goodbye. You swallowed your tears, got out of your bed, your bare feet, like cat's paws, went to the next room, you went in, Anton wasn't sleeping, his eyes met yours, in your expectation, in your cluelessness . But messing up your feelings wanted to push you towards the easy feeling that your best friend causes in you.

"Did something happen? " He asked as you approached.

"No" You stammered

"Are you sure? " Anton questions once again, you push him with your body and then lie down next to him, at first reluctantly he held your arm. "Y/n, no, you can't"

You laughed mockingly, hugged Anton's body and adjusted the blanket between your bodies.

"Who cares? " You asked

"You know the answer well, I'm your friend, it shouldn't be like that " He had a delicate tone of voice, low, whenever it sounded too close to your ears it made your skin crawl, for different sensations, you liked it more than that would admit it. " We drank too much, you should go back to your room."

"Hm...yes, you're always so good to me, Chanyoung, but I'm not interested in leaving here" You hugged him tightly, Anton on the defensive, you had definitely gone crazy, overlooking his thoughtless decisions. Anton was always handsome, you never denied it, your head out of place denouncing the shit you were willing to do to get rid of the situation of being left aside " Could you kiss me?"

"What?' Anton was avoiding looking at you and you knew what that was.

"Why not? You seemed to like the car, as I was on top of you" You played, induced, put a leg around his torso, climbed up, stopping on his lap "Do you like me?"

"n-no " Anton snorted, he didn't want to let out that intrusive feeling of yours, but you were ready to win. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"It's only us here, no one will know, Anton" You sighed and leaned towards him " Let's cheat a little , show me what he will never be able to do. I can be whatever you want me to be."

You had definitely lost your mind, if before Eunseok's warnings didn't seem to make sense, now they did, the faces close in a microspace, hot, strong, the silence was significant, Anton grabbed you with an overwhelming force, putting you to lie down in bed. You couldn't, you shouldn't, but he saw in the depth of your gaze just as he felt his own body vibrate at the mention.

"Okay, let's cheat" He started with your neck, open mouth kisses, his tongue sliding down your neck, you moaned softly, he was too big to fit between your legs for sure. Your fingers clung to the strands of his hair, holding on to the desperation of that feeling, Anton didn't kiss your mouth as he wanted, he didn't mark your neck as he wanted, despite his drunkenness, he was sure of that, his big hands digging into your pajamas in search of the your chest exposed to play with, your nipples hard, you had been wet since before, which betrays your anticipation.

The pinch was subtle in tone, you were moaning so delicately, so beautiful, the sensitive body of someone who hadn't been touched in so long, his hips against yours simulating thrusts, Anton wondered what the hell was getting involved even though the hand was already trying to remove your t-shirt and leave you naked from the torso up.

The sensation of the exposed body made your skin crawl, hidden under the semi-darkness of the room you began to lose yourself in the intrusive idea “if he were you maybe I would be happier” completely wrong, distorted, the alcohol that hadn't even left the system wanting pushing the pleasure down your throat, you trembled at the feeling of his fingers touching your nipple, the kiss on your neck marking the skin superficially, tongue slipping between your chest and running to one of your nipples, circling, sucking, your moan sending good vibrations to Anton lost his temper at the first sensation of his dick hurting inside his clothes.

You felt him hard touching your body through your pajamas, now raw, desperate, you were ready for the consequences for everything, because you knew well in your unconscious mind that regret wouldn't be something you would feel fully, not in these conditions, not when it was Anton give in so sweetly. Sighing and grunting in that way that was so sly and yet firm enough to make you want him inside you so desperately.

He hovered over you, Anton wanted to kiss you, show you, but even drunk he knew where to put the shit he did. His hand invaded your shorts with a wealth of precision, you felt your insides compress, you moaned at the top of your lungs when he began to play with your pussy, his long, firm fingers making trails that not even you alone were capable of making, leaving sensations and moans along the way, you were so wet that Anton's fingers were getting lost, slipping easily between your lips, your entrance, applying pressure, but without penetrating, going up again to your button to circle and press.

“Feels good….oh-oh chanyoung, please” you were losing your voice, he loved your drunken desperation, how now it didn’t make any difference because you were already over the limit anyway. Eyes dark with pure desire, he smiled at you.

“What kind of situation did you put yourself in, right?” He had won, whatever the comparison was, it wouldn't make any difference, he would make you his person, his partner, no matter who, what method, Anton would now make you uniquely his, as if he were a wolf in a lamb's clothing all this time, lurking for the opportunity, he would take you out of chenle's arms, he would make you slip into his arms, once and for all, because in your life there was never anyone more ideal than him for this role.

“Just fuck me already” you whimpered, squirming against Anton's arms, his fingers fingering you like an instrument, focused on different points, soon he got tired of playing, to pull your already out of use clothes, he left with an ease he never imagined he would have. The clothes making their way to the floor, he did the same to him, his head dizzy, you body realized what was about to happen , when you visualized him putting on the condom so responsible you felt everything start to get lost inside you, you didn't seem worried at all, just as drunk, you needed to recover from your heavy breathing. he was between your legs, and then he entered you as if he already knew the way, the drawn out moan ran through your lips you were consummating, he began to fuck you slowly.

You pulled Anton to you carefully , kisses all over his face, making him tremble eager to feel your lips, but to no avail, you slipped to his earlobe where you kissed the pretty earring and hugged him, feeling him fill inside and the response come out through your lips directly to his ears.

He let his arm waver, his body gave in to you tremblingly, his hips were frequent, rhythmic thrusts, for him to understand the waters, and little by little you began to synchronize.

Your fingers went into the strands of his hair, which you began to pull, he, on the other hand, raised his hips with more force, accelerating, his lips harmonizing gibberish, meaningless moans, the dim light gave a vague mention of the bodies nestled together, shiny, the heat made the skin sweat, the feeling of stuffiness rising.

The tension was increasing, Anton kept his arms resting on the side of your face, even though he felt very ashamed he wanted to see on your face everything you had to spill, how good he was doing you to the point that tears appeared in the corner of your eyes, your body was reacting quickly, the frames were beating, you bit your lip desperately, a little off your axis, you closed your eyes feeling everything explode, your lips letting out loud meows for Anton, he was satisfied, nothing nothing difference, now that you got where you wanted, he would just take it until the end, putting his body upright to open your legs and hold you, at that moment he was fucking you so hard that you forgot you had just had an orgasm, your body was That's it, he went deep, grumbling at your nasal tone and then he too lost himself in the immensity, reaching his limit, feeling his body much more drunk than before, Anton left you and fell to the side, leaving both your bodies Breathing, eyes static, you wouldn't say anything, shouldn't, couldn't make the condition worse.

You didn't even notice when you fell asleep, you were too drunk, your body was tired, you felt like you were in a dream and if only you could barely open your eyes when you woke up again, sunlight coming through the crack, you were alone, but the feeling it was there, you looked at the clock, it was Sunday, so you were fine, the issue was everything else, your body without clothes, headaches, body aches, and the first flash.

"Shit." you mumbled, you turned in bed from one side to the other aimlessly, your naked body covered by the sheets, your fingers wandered over the thin fabric, your eyes fixed on the window, without completely understanding, you brought the piece of fabric to your face and felt it. His smell and that made you want to cry, for having been stupid enough to let this happen, having played with a friendship and that most likely everything would have been destroyed. But the inescapable way he made you feel after fucking you in the height of desperation, there was no way of knowing where it came from, nor where it would go, but you were feeling the thin line between you and Anton collapsing, bursting, as if that friendship was nothing more than a stupid excuse to keep him close…you felt horrible.

You were in the middle of your moral collapse, thinking about all the decisions you've made in life when the doorbell rang. You considered pretending not to be at home, but you were persistent, so you got up, picked up your clothes from the floor and put them on, bitterly, you left the room and walked slowly to the entrance of your house, not in the mood to talk, considering you were a neighbor on the door and then a large bouquet of sunflowers. The smell of grass came straight to your nose, making it itch, you felt anxious, it seemed like he had the gift of smelling trouble, with that he emerged from behind the smiling man, his face heavy with a hangover, damn Chenle and the perfect timing, your body still memorized from the fuck you received earlier and him in front of you, like your boyfriend ready for reconciliation. You found yourself desperate inside.

“I came to see you and I brought a gift" he said.

#Riize smut #Riize imagines #Riize hard hours #Anton smut #Anton hard hours #Anton imagines #anton x reader #riize x reader

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paris – l. juyeon

pairing: lee juyeon x fem! reader

genre: exchange student! juyeon in paris (ft. his erasmus friends). friends to ???, angst, fluff. actually, the genre is longing. halloween party au but the halloween part plays like,, 0 part in the fic, basically. idk the paris pics did something to me he is so european coded. paris by the 1975 without the drugs in a fic, essentially

warnings: cheating from yn's side, swearing, alcohol, smoking. the reader is canonically french im sorry 💀

word count: 6k

There’s quite a few reasons why Juyeon never told his friends from home about you- the girl he met on his student exchange trip. Some were the cause of Juyeon’s insecurities in himself, some the cause of your relationship status, all the cause of his unrequited love and the way you broke his heart, making Juyeon’s whole memory of Paris a bit hazy and bittersweet and the leave, paradoxically, that much harder. But still– and maybe you’re the reason for it– oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.

a/n: do NOT cancel me for being a casual matty healy enjoyer i am a 2014 tumblr girlie at heart

“And where are my gifts? Where are the souvenirs?” Hyunjae calls after the boy that’s still kind of jet lagged from the flight (even though it’s been 3 days since his landing and he slept the whole day after his brother picked him up from the airport), the latter looking at him with tired eyes.

“That’s all you want from me after not seeing me for 6 months?”

“Yes. Where’s my baguette?” Hyunjae glares, making the younger boy whine at the request.

“I didn’t know you wanted a hard rock baguette from me. If I had known, I would’ve taken one with me and smashed it against your head the moment I arrived here.”

“Well, if it’s authentic,” Hyunjae shrugs, laughing. “I’m just joking… I know we’ve been calling and texting like, every other day, but let me ask again. How was it?”

Juyeon finally smiles at his friend’s question. This is what one expects after coming home from studying abroad for 10 months– not a souvenir request. And trust me, Juyeon did bring gifts, out of the warmth of his own heart, but after being asked for them, he kind of doesn’t want to play Santa anymore. Kind of like when you decide to wash the dishes, but your mum tells you to do it at the same time of your decision– the motivation fades away the mere second you’re requested to do the thing.

“Well, it was good,” he shrugs, “it was… something,” Juyeon says– because how does one fit 10 months of their life into a few sentences without stammering– and before he gets a chance to say anything, Hyunjae catches him off guard with another inquiry.

“Is it true, by the way? Are European girls really prettier?” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at the boy as if to suggest something– but all it does is make Juyeon shrug, acting not really bothered with the question.

“Dunno,” he hums, “I think it’s equal to here.”

“So you’re telling me you went 10 months without getting laid in France?” Hyunjae gasps, making Juyeon furrow his brows in utter disbelief.

“When did I say that? Or anything that would even suggest that?”

Now, this was a trap. Juyeon is too gullible. See, Juyeon was pretty transparent with everything during his calls with Hyunjae back when he was in Paris. He told his friends back home all about the European food, the rock-hard french baguettes, the weird looks and annoyed sighs he got when speaking English to the clarks in the shops, the cold showers in his accommodation and the pretty park in front of his university building. They also know all about his friends from Paris– the international students he met in his course like Shotaro from Japan, Bence from Hungary and Marco from Italy– but when the question of girls came around, specifically in the romantic light of things, Juyeon went awfully quiet. You can’t blame Hyunjae for getting into suspicions.

“So you did?” Hyunjae gasps, grasping at the straws.

Juyeon sighs, reaching for his bag. His awfully big hand slips inside of the black backpack, fingers touching various things before he brings out a bunch of gifts: a keychain with the Eiffel tower, some magnets, postcards, a fashionable beret he found in one of the souvenir stores but never saw anyone actually wear in the whole 10 months in the streets of Paris, some perfume and high quality chocolate. Hyunjae’s eyes go wide, making satisfaction swim through Juyeon’s veins at the sight– he managed to deflect the attack.

Sometimes, having materialistic friends is a plus.

As he watches Hyunjae touch all the things on the table, fingers trailing over metal and the shiny wrapping of the dark chocolate with an acknowledging nod, Juyeon takes out another thing out of his bag– his digital camera that he brought along for the ride. He sent his friends a lot of pictures when he was in Paris, and he also posted quite a few on Instagram for everyone to see, but the camera held more memories and more moments than anyone’s ever seen before– it’s a source of treasure for himself as well, but he figures it wouldn’t hurt to share a glimpse with his best friend.

“Wanna see? I took tons of pictures, but you can look through only the interesting ones, if you want to,” Juyeon hums, offering the camera to the male, the display already shining at him from the gallery, small icons of all pictures on the SD card in a 3x3 row on the small thing.

A few pictures of the town are on preview right now, but if you scroll through the gallery, moments of his friend Marco’s birthday party that his friends threw for him, or the snapshots of his friend’s faces come into sight– Juyeon’s sure Hyunjae’s eager to see how all of the people he’s been talking to him about look like.

Hyunjae nods, taking the camera from him and squinting at the little icons. His fingers move along the touch screen and scroll through the gallery, eyes zooming on the interesting ones and grinning as he shows them to Juyeon, awaiting the backstory of a certain image.

Everything goes well, until Hyunjae gets to the latest pictures on the SD card– well, apart from the ones Juyeon took from the window on his flight home. And Juyeon really doesn’t know what he was thinking, but hey– sometimes he doesn’t think things through as much as he should– and that’s why when a particular photo comes into his best friend’s sight, turning the camera towards Juyeon with a shiteating grin on his face, the question ‘Who’s that?’ makes the poor boy a bit shaken.

His tall figure, standing alongside someone shorter– you, in your vampire costume, fake blood running down the side of your mouth, a hand thrown over his shoulders and your side pressed into his a bit too close as he stares down onto you with an obviously star-struck face, suit covering his body in a poor attempt at Joker’s costume– the moment stares back at him like a haunted memory.

He clears his throat. “That’s… that’s just Y/N.”

Hyunjae hums, having a staring contest with the picture on the screen. The date on the bottom reads 31/10/23, the last day of Juyeon’s stay before he had to go home. “How come I’ve never heard about Y/N?”

“There wasn’t much to say, I guess,” Juyeon shrugs, taking a sip from the bottle of beer on the table.

“Sure…” Hyunjae doubtingly nods, scrunching up his nose in disbelief.

“I’m serious. She’s just a friend I met there,” Juyeon offers, licking his lips in nerves.

And it’s the truth– you were just a friend and there really wasn’t much to say about you two– so why does Juyeon’s heart hurt a bit as he recognizes the events of the night as if it happened yesterday? Why does he feel nostalgic, maybe a little bitter about the way you two left off?

Hyunjae doesn’t know, but there’s quite a few reasons why he never heard about you in the first place. Some were the cause of Juyeon’s insecurities in himself, some the cause of your relationship status, all the cause of his unrequited love and the way you broke his heart, making the whole memory of Paris a bit hazy and bittersweet and the leave, paradoxically, that much harder.

But still– and maybe you’re the reason for it–

oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.

31/10/2023

The buzzing of the room makes Juyeon’s already thumping head ache in its crevices, the smell of alcohol in the breath of everyone talking to him only making his stomach twist and turn with acid. He’s had his fair amount of drinks himself, but there is a very faint line between the amount that’s just enough to keep him going through the night and the amount that makes him puke and have a two-week hangover, and with the flight home he has to take tomorrow afternoon, he doesn’t think drinking more would be a good idea.

“Don’t break it!” Juyeon tiredly hurries out as he sees his friend Marco handle his camera, the device almost falling out of the foreign friend’s hands.

“I won’t! Hold on, let me just–” the Italian mutters, the coating of vodka shots and the cheap red wine (made to look like blood to keep things festive) making his words slur together as he speaks.

Juyeon reaches towards his drunk friend (while also questioning how he’s going to take a plane back to Italy tomorrow in a very hungover state) and tries to pray the prized possession out of his hands, but comes to a fail as the tall man waves him off with a theatral arm wave, shoving the poor boy towards the white wall and putting the camera up against his own face. “I’ll take your picture! So you can– you only take pictures of us, Juyo,” he rambles on, “I’ll take your picture so you can show it at home to your friends!” Marco grins, having Juyeon aimlessly sigh and stretch out his lips into a fake smile, waiting for his friend to take the picture so he can get his camera back to safety.

“Me too! Me too!” he suddenly hears from somewhere to his right, and before he has the chance to decipher the owner of the female voice, a weight on his shoulder tells him you just jumped at his side– almost topping him over and into the spooky decorations to his right– as you giggle into his ear. “Have it?”

“Aaaalmost!” Marco stretches out as he squints at the camera– and in the spare few seconds before the shutter goes off, Juyeon allows himself to stare down at your figure glued to his side. You’re wearing a dark lipstick on your smile, a drip of fake blood rolling down the side of your mouth. There’s a corset top enveloping your middle and a flowy black skirt only pulling the whole look together even with the absence of fangs– and while you don’t suck out his blood, Lee Juyeon can physically feel how you sucked out all oxygen out of his lungs in your sexy vampire costume.

He’s seen you around tonight, but he never got the courage to walk up to you. Something about this being his last night in Paris might be the reason why.

He was simply too bummed out about how things between you and him never went further than fits of laughter in class as you helped him with his French, or friendly hugs when you bid him goodbye at the corner of his street. Maybe it was his own fault for falling for someone so out of his reach. He always knew his stay in France was temporary– hell, he was an exchange student, he was aware of what he was getting himself into– but still, he couldn’t help but recognize the familiar warmth in his stomach whenever you were around and the strange racing of his heart whenever you were close enough for him to smell your shampoo for what it was. He was completely, utterly smitten with you– a french local that would be erased out of his lifestyle as soon as he lands back home in Korea.

The shutter of the camera is all it takes to break his train of thought, making him snap his head back to his Italian friend. A sigh of relief is heard in the room as Juyeon finally reunites with his digital camera (he was surprised to see Marco let go of it so easily), and before he has the chance to think of a conversation topic to indulge in with you, you have his words catching in his throat at your own pace of speech.

“Have you been here for long?” you ask, flattering your eyelashes at him. Juyeon gasps before he presses his lips together into a tight line, shrugging.

“A bit.”

“Why haven’t you said hi?” you frown. “You said it’s your last night! You wouldn’t leave without a goodbye, would you?” you shake your head at him, playfully poking his shoulder with your pointer finger.

He was going to. Not anymore, he guesses.

“No,” he disagrees instead, “I was gonna look for you when it was my turn to leave,” he quickly comes up with an explanation, having your features relax as a warm smile overtakes your pretty features again.

Even with your face all bloody and your eyes having dark circles under them from eyeshadow (and mascara that weared off a little, which you were completely unaware of), Juyeon finds you absolutely, utterly and fascinatingly beautiful. He’s glad no one is able to read his inner monologue– or else he’d be the one with blood running down the side of his face. If the punch to seal the cut would be coming from you or your boyfriend, he’s not quite sure.

Maybe both. The main thing is, you’re taken and his feelings aren’t reciprocated.

Which is why his silly crush on you that maybe, just maybe, turned into something more meaningful was that much damaging to his poor soul.

Because Juyeon swears he never loved anyone before, but after spending the night with you drinking cheap wine in his empty dorm room on his birthday completely alone– since it fell on a Sunday this year and he didn’t have that many friends yet to celebrate with, only having spending 2 weeks in Paris at the time– during which you taught him French swear words and kissed his cheek goodbye (which he thought may be a cultural thing, although he wasn’t sure); after all of this, he felt like you’re the person he’ll think of when someone asks him about his first love when he's old.

And even if he had the balls to do anything about it (which he didn’t), he simply couldn’t. You were out of reach.

“You’d better,” you hum, “or else I’d hitchhike a plane and come over to Korea just to kick your ass.”

“You can’t hitchhike a plane, you weirdo.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Of course I can. Watch me.”

Juyeon finds himself grinning at the adorable determination in your voice. It makes him feel a certain type of way that he knows he shouldn’t– but after spending 10 months with the feelings (5 of which you were single, 5 of which you’ve spent dating your boyfriend) and absorbing the idea of leaving you and everything behind tomorrow, Juyeon no longer feels as guilty about the act of loving you. Not anymore– not tonight.

“I like your costume,” Juyeon comments, pointing to the attire you’ve dressed yourself in.

“Really?” your eyes light up. “Look, I even wore the bow my idiot of a boyfriend said looks tacky,” you say, making a little twirl for the man. Your skirt flows nicely in the air and you stumble a bit due to the alcohol in your system, but when Juyeon catches you by your forearms and steadies you, there’s a content smile sitting on your lips despite your previous sentence.

“It looks pretty on you,” Juyeon hums, nodding. “It’s not tacky at all.”

“I always knew you had more taste than him,” you sigh dramatically, making Juyeon question your actions.

Oh?

“Anyways, I like your costume as well,” you comment.

“Thanks,” he says, although his half-assed attempt at a Joker’s costume wasn’t anywhere near your level of preciseness, “Shotaro was supposed to go as Harley to match with me, but he pulled out of it at the last minute,” Juyeon pouts.

“Gosh! That would’ve been fucking amazing,” you laugh, swatting your friend in the arm playfully– the way you always do when you laugh– but as you come down from it, there’s a bitter tone in your voice. “I asked my boyfriend to wear a couple’s costume too, but he said all my costume ideas were lame.”

“Y/N–” Juyeon starts, wanting to speak up about the matter very obviously present in the conversation, wanting to console you, say anything, but you cut him off again– your courtesy– with a shrug and a grin on your face made to mask your true emotions (didn't work. Juyeon knows you too well).

“It’s okay. That’s why I dressed up as a slutty vampire just to spite him,” you say.

“What’s his costume?” Juyeon asks.

“Not sure. I think he just bought the Scream mask, or something,” you mutter, rolling your eyes at the male.

And now, Juyeon was never big on gossip. But if gossiping meant poking fun at your boyfriend, the last night before his plane back home takes off is not the time he’s passing on a snarky comment. “Lame.”

“I’m so glad we are on the same page, Juyo.”

His heart leaps at the nickname– a lot of people call him that, but the tone you say it in, the sweet melody of your voice as you throw it at him like a promise (of everything and nothing at all– you’re fond of him, but never fond enough), only you have this effect on him when you call him that. He wishes he had you saying his name recorded, documented somewhere on his phone, your accent and all, so he could hear you say it when he foolishly misses you in the middle of the night, like he knows he will when he lays awake at home, in his tiny, silent room.

“Do you want to get out for a bit? It’s getting too hot in here,” you say as you wave yourself, hoping to cool off, but failing miserably with the heat created from the bodies swimming through the house, and Juyeon finds himself nodding at your question.

Your feet drag you outside of the house, the cold breeze instantly cooling down your sweaty bodies. You two stand on the front porch together, watching the world around you revolve in a fast, yet slow manner– there are couples making out in the corner of the yard, one of them pressed up against the tree, and friends chasing each other down in zombie costumes, passing by bottles of alcohol between each other.

Juyeon hears you hum, making him turn his head towards you and see you offering a cigarette to him. He'd never been much of a smoker before, but Europe taught him to never turn down a cigarette when offered, and so he only takes out one out of the pack, watching you mirror his movements. You fish for your lighter in your bra (and Juyeon finds himself too mesmerized to look away during the action), clicking it and putting the flame against the cigarette trapped between his lips.

He doesn’t know what it is about the action that makes his eyes hooded as he watches you– noticing the forgotten speck of glitter from some step of your makeup routine under your eye, making him want to swipe his thumb over it and take it off for you– but he can’t get his gaze off you as he breaths in the smoke, his head going more fuzzy than it has been only a few minutes prior.

When Juyeon’s cigarette is lit, you move to light your own, all while the male watches you with almost a dreamy look on his face. Somehow, he’s glad no one’s watching you. He doesn’t think he would be able to conceal his feelings for you tonight.

“Are you gonna miss this?” you suddenly ask, looking up at him from his right.

You? Absolutely.

“I think so,” he nods, “it’s a lot different to home, but I made a lot of memories here.”

He watches a hint of smile spreading over your features. “Do you remember when you accidentally told our professor you were horny instead of excited?” you laugh.

“Oh, shut up,” Juyeon laughs at the memory. His French never really got to a perfect level– that’s why most of you settled on speaking English between each other– but the first few weeks were a living hell of a language barrier for Lee Juyeon. “The more concerning part is that this is what made you approach me,” he notes.

“Well, I recognised that you needed help, and I was willing to provide it,” you say, taking a drag out of the cigarette and blowing the smoke into his face.

Juyeon looks at you through the smoke cloud, snickering. “I’m kinda grateful, though. You were the first friend I made here.”

You look at him with a tender look– something so full of care Juyeon swears he feels his stomach doing somersaults– before you press your lips into a solemn smile. “Well, I’m honored, Juyeon Lee,” you drag out in a posh accent, making the boy break out into a laugh.

He takes another drag off the cigarette, inviting the nicotine into his system. Mixed with the alcohol in his veins and your aura surrounding him, he almost feels on cloud 9, like he’s flowing in space and he can’t get down. He watches as you lean over the railing of the porch, forearms meeting with the metal in a set of goosebumps. Breeze flies through the air, making your barely-clothed figure shiver.

He knows he probably shouldn’t. Your boyfriend is somewhere inside, and although you two are seemingly in a weird sort of fight, it’s not his place to act as a gentleman.

Still, Juyeon finds he has nothing to lose. He shrugs off the suit jacket he’s been wearing and drapes it over your shoulders wordlessly, noticing the way you look back at him over your shoulder with a soft smile on your lips.

A comforting silence overtakes you two. Juyeon takes the last drag off the cigarette and puts it out on the iron railing, enjoying the effect your sheer presence has on him. The music coming out of inside is only a mere background noise now, providing him an occasional distraction to the buzzing of his own thoughts.

“Say, Juyo,” you start, “do you know where Dorothy lives?” you ask.

Juyeon hums in disagreement. “Don’t think I do. Why?”

“I’m sleeping over at hers tonight,” you mumble, mentioning your best friend– the girl Juyeon’s met plenty of times in the 10 months of knowing you. “I was supposed to stay at Andre’s, but I’m not talking to him right now.”

“Oh,” is all Juyeon says. The mention of your boyfriend always throws him off the track a little.

“I dunno where Dorothy went, but I’m getting kind of sleepy.”

“Why can’t you just go home?” he asks.

“Juyo,” you laugh, “my parents would kill me if I got home tipsy and smelling like cigarette smoke. Don’t you know how they are?” you joke, shaking your head in disbelief.

He doesn’t. He kind of wishes he had the chance to know, though– because if he knew your parents, maybe it would imply something. Signify something more.

“Do you want me to walk you to Dorothy’s?”

“Yeah,” you nod, lids heavy. Juyeon doesn’t know what time it is, but the last time he checked, it was well past midnight– he doesn’t think he’d stay around much longer himself.

“Okay,” he nods, watching as you slowly peel yourself off the railing and wear his suit jacket properly, the fabric drowning you, but keeping you warm. The sight, the sentiment of it, makes Juyeon’s hands shake and his throat go dry. You’re so close, yet so out of his reach.

Your feet are slow as you march towards the direction of your best friend’s house. Juyeon doesn’t know how far it is, but he wishes for you to take the long way home– if those are the last moments he has with you, he wants to drag the evening out the best he can.

The night is quiet. The only thing ringing in your ears is the sound of your own footsteps, when Juyeon surprises himself with the question that noisily cuts out of his throat.

“Why don’t you break up with him?” he asks.

He expects you to go mad at the question– you were known to have quite the fierce temper. You and Andre have had a few problems in the past: he was known to be reckless with his snarky comments that somehow hurt your pride, his nasty behavior when he got drunk, and the not-so-happy opinion your parents had of him. You were known to blow things out of proportion, screaming, crying and making a scene whenever you could if you thought it was appropriate, known to talk about your conflicts with your friends and digging out opinions out of them on the matter.

Juyeon always made sure to give you lukewarm arguments whenever you asked him about your boyfriend. Never too heated to make himself seem suspicious. Your relationship was none of his business.

Again– tonight, though, he has nothing to lose.

“I dunno,” you shrug, your steps a little uneven on the pavement, “it’s… a matter of habit, maybe? It’s weird,” you say.

The explanation gives Juyeon just about nothing. A matter of habit? Is it a habit to stay with someone? Was there not more needed for a relationship?

Juyeon doesn’t find it in him to reply. Instead, he lets you talk.

“I think I might love him, or something. I’m not really sure…” you mumble, the sentences breaking Juyeon’s heart a little by little, shattering it right in front of you on the pavement, “because if I didn’t, why else would I put up with all of this?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.

“All the shaming, the spiteful remarks. The pettiness, the silent treatment… tell me, Juyo, do I have any dignity?” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Y/N…”

The snicker that escapes out of you quickly turns bitter. Your body grows impossibly closer to his, your hands sneaking around his bicep. You walk with linked arms, your head falling to his shoulder. “I don’t think I really love him, though,” you suddenly rebuttal, “‘cause like… I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t tell my grandkids about Andre, y’know? I think that’s the way you know. If you can imagine thinking so fondly about someone that you… that you’d mention them even in 50 years, ‘cause the memories still feel fresh and you’re delighted you once knew them, then…” you trail off, voice fading.

“Do you know what I mean?” you hum, pouting.

He does know.

“Sorry, I’m rambling–”

“No, I get you,” he reassures you, nodding to himself.

“You always do,” you sigh, breaking Juyeon’s heart into a million pieces, “anyways, with that being said… I think I’m with him only because breaking up is too much of a hassle. And, I think I like the attention,” you splutter, laughing at yourself, “that’s… so desperate of me, I know. I’m starting to doubt if it’s even worth it.”

“He’s not,” Juyeon finds himself saying as you two cross the corner.

“You’re only saying that as my friend.”

“No, I’m saying that as your– as someone who cares…?” he stutters, mentally kicking himself for sounding so readable. Surely, you must’ve already noticed. If not from his current statement, then from the way he looked at you the whole night. You are a smart girl– you were always quick to point out the men that would soon hit on you when you were at the club. You have a good eye when it comes to others.

You only laugh, though. Oh, how Juyeon loves the sound.

“Thank you,” you hum.

You two fall silent for a while. Juyeon finds himself enjoying it. It feels comfortable– to walk with you through the emptied Paris, accompanied by the yellow lampposts and soulless streets. Only you two, your linked arms and his suit jacket around your shoulders.

“We’re at Dorothy’s,” you muse when your steps come to a halt, gesturing towards the silent, dark house on the other side of the street, “I think she’s not home yet, though. Her light would be on.”

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Juyeon looks from the house and back at you, then back at the seemingly empty house again. “And now what?”

“I have to wait for her,” you shrug, “will you… keep me company?”

You don’t even have to ask. He’d always keep you company.

“Well, I’m not just gonna let you stand alone in the street in the middle of the night, am I?” he playfully shakes his head in disbelief, but secretly enjoys the fact that he has more time with you before you have to pay each other goodbye.

“Always knew you were a gentleman.”

“Pretty sure that was my middle name,” he notes.

“I thought you said that was ‘handsome’ once?”

“I have two,” he laughs.

“Is that possible?” you tease.

“Of course! Look it up,” he says, turning to you as he talks. “My name’s actually Lee Handsome Gentleman Juyeon, it’s on my ID and everything,” he jokes, watching as your eyes turn into moon crescents and your throat lets out a fit of amused giggles.

Another playful punch to his shoulder. A happy sigh. A shake of your head, full of disbelief.

“Damn, Juyo. I’ll miss you like crazy, you know?” you suddenly utter, making the boy’s heart fall down into his stomach. The implication of your words sounds a lot like a goodbye, and although he was aware of the fact that he was leaving before, he doesn’t think he really let the reality down on him until now.

This time tomorrow, there will be no Paris. No Marco. No Shotaro. No Bence. No French locals, no bagels for breakfast, no shitty ass dorm room.

No you.

“I’ll miss you more,” he says. He thinks he’s right.

You’ll miss him like a friend. He’ll miss you like his first love.

You stare at him for a heartbeat. One, two– before you latch onto him, much like when you first met tonight. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close, head resting on his shoulder only when you notice his hands wrapping around your middle. Breathing in your scent, Juyeon focuses very hard to keep his heart rate in check– it’s hard to not falter under your touch when your nose buries itself into his neck, cold skin nuzzling into his hot one, hands squeezing him tighter.

Juyeon doesn’t think you’ve ever hugged him like this before.

And now, you won’t ever again.

You break away from him only enough to still be in his hold, your forehead resting against his. The new intimacy between the two of you makes him gulp, eyes focused into yours– watching the silver and gold swirl around your irises, counting your eyelashes. Noticing the faint mole on the top of your nose bridge.

Foolishly letting his eyes dip lower. Memorizing the shape of your lips with his gaze. Taking in a shaky breath when he feels your fingers playing with the hair on his nape.

“Will you tell your grandkids about Paris?” you ask, voice barely louder than a whisper. Juyeon would almost think you’re suggesting something with your question, but when you speak up again, the suspicion is proved correct. “Will you tell them about me?”

The boy drags his eyes up back to yours. He examines the intention. He finalizes that he has nothing left to lose.

Tomorrow, this will all be a memory. A moment out of his reach– much like you, all this time. A moment of time he experienced and won’t ever get back.

“I will,” he nods, swallowing. “Will you?”

You smile at the boy, the curve of your lips capturing his attention again. If anyone asked, he’d tell them it’s pure biology– the way his eyes zoomed in on your mouth the moment your expression changed. That’s how attention fluctuates– he learned about it in class somewhere, he’s fairly certain.

Why he’s unable to look back into your eyes after the question is a matter of something else, though.

“I think I might,” you breathe out.

There’s buzzing in his fingertips as he relishes the moment. The sentiment makes his knees weak, his brain fuzzy, his sight blurry and a little hazed. When he finally catches a glimpse of your gaze, he finds it glued to his mouth.

He could take it as an invitation.

He won’t, though.

“Kiss me?” you ask, whispering.

He shakes his head in disapproval. “I can’t.”

Not when you’re taken. Not when he’s aware. Not when he knows you might regret this in the morning.

“Can I kiss you, then?” you ask.

That, however, is a whole other situation.

You asked to. You're making the first step. He doesn't have to feel guilty– who cares whether either of you might regret this decision tomorrow.

A simple nod–

that’s all it takes before you lock your lips with his. Your mouths move against each other with a passion he’s contained for his whole stay. You taste like vodka and orange juice, the slickness of your lip gloss making Juyeon’s lips slide against yours with more ease. He kisses you like you’d kiss your first love– with everything in him, with everything he is.

He kisses you in a way that shows he wants to remember this forever. In a way that makes you lean even closer, pressing up firmly against him as you angle your head to make the kiss deeper. One of your hands moves from behind his head to twist itself deeper into his hair, tugging a little at the root to make the boy gasp under your actions. That has you inviting your tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him, to explore.

Juyeon doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed like this. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so vulnerable, so open while kissing someone. This is him with his heart on a plate, naked and ready to be stabbed, squished by the weight of circumstances breathing onto his back.

His cold fingers move along your sides. Your hands settle on his shoulders to steady yourself, head pulling away to gasp for oxygen.

You look so pretty when he opens his eyes. Lipstick smudged and eyes blown out, hair a little messy from the October wind. He’s like an addict presented with his favorite drug– he can’t get enough, he can’t resist as he chases after you, leaving kisses along your jaw and the corner of your mouth, where the blood is, slowly meeting your lips again in another lock.

Everything else disappears. In this moment, there’s just you, you, you…

No flights. No weight of his own conscience. No boyfriends, no unsaid feelings.

No regret.

And Juyeon thought he had nothing to lose, but suddenly, with you in his arms, he feels as if he’s being stripped of everything he never even had, only got the glimpse of last minute, a few hours before he’s gone.

You lean away again. Juyeon watches you with big eyes. A smile appears on your face as you move a finger up to his face, cleaning up the side of his mouth off the dark lipstick you’ve imprinted on him. He feels fragile under your touch. One bad move and he breaks, falls apart under you.

“You have to come back to visit one day,” you whisper, cradling the side of his face.

Juyeon nods. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get the chance.

But as you stand on your tippy toes and press a kiss to his forehead, making a million different fireworks erupt in his stomach, he doesn’t let himself think of that (im)possibility. He watches as you smile at him, locking your eyes in a gaze tender and soft, yet electrifying, holding something special.

Before you take off to meet your best friend walking up the other side of the street, you hug him one last time and whisper into his ear.

“Goodbye, Juyo.”

Seeing as you lock your arms with Dorothy, walking up into the silent house and never looking back, Juyeon lets himself feel the last hint of longing for someone he always knew would never be his. And it’s strange, because he hasn’t even left yet,

but oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.

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scaras-silly-girl · 6 months

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okay wait I was onto smth!! maybe!!!

Halloween/Fall Hcs with genshin men!🕸

written w fem reader in mind, established relationships, modern au, light sex joke, ft scara, ajax, lyney

scara

if you're going to want to be out and about on halloween, this is not the guy for you. 100% wants to stay in the whole time

will watch scary movies/play horror games with you, he will any day honestly but- he gets such an ego boost if you hide yourself in his shirt during gorey or freaky parts of movies. he gets so happy that he feels like he can protect you

he will not, under any circumstances, hand out candy to trick or treaters. he will slam the door in a 6 year olds face lmao he thinks it's stupid and will be honest about it. if you have a young sibling, he'll come with you to take them trick or treating (and complain a lot)

he doesn't care for anything sweet, probably opting for sour candies like sweettarts or those weird hard ball things. but maybe if he's feeling generous, he'll buy you some of your favorite treats. even if he hates the sticky sweet gummies and pixie stix you adore, you can bet everything he'll stand in line for hours the day before halloween.

he thinks dressing up is stupid, but you could talk him into a basic couples costume. maybe ghostface and casey (tbh ive never watched scream movies so im going off google) he would probably do that pumpkin head trend with you, he'll feel stupid the whole time but it's worth it to make you happy.

he'd want to carve pumpkins, and he will, but carving them gets difficult for him. it takes a lot of strength to do that, but he will do his best and attempt to help you. maybe it's best to skip this and just paint pumpkins...

you can take him to starbucks for a pumpkin spice latte all you want, but he'll insist on paying and get the worst tasting black coffee every time!! it's even worse because he genuinely likes bitter coffee

overall 10/10 fall boyfie, he doesn't like all the chaos and celebrations, but does enjoy quality time with you<3

ajax

he was literally made for this. he adores autumn and winter. considering he's from shneznaya, he could wear a t-shirt any time in fall and be fine, no matter where you live.

he'll take you to all his friends parties, if your up for it. and you have to have matching costumes, any couple you can think of is a valid costume option. he will be ken. he will wear the fucking roller skating costume. a little off topic but he saw the barbie movie and loved it.

spends halloween hitting up parties and showing off your costumes and takes teucer out to trick or treat at the end of the night. it's literally so cute to see him walking with teucer, eventually carrying him home when it gets too late.

he's so sweet to kids while giving out candy. i think he's the type to have candy bars and other allergy safe options, lollipops and goldfish maybe. the neighborhood kids love his house because of how rich he is, king sized chocolate bars for all. he's such a family man and adores kids so he's made for this.

he goes mad when decorating for halloween, pushing the line between too scary for kids and too cute. somehow it always works out. I feel like he'd be good at decorations because he takes side jobs at haunted houses. he'd be really good at playing a slasher i think.

you'll go to the haunted house he's working at with a group of friends, and he'll end up sneaking up on you from behind, pressing his fake knife to your throat and whispering "boo" it nearly gives you a heart attack but it's mad funny. he definitely gets in trouble for kissing one of the customers, but it's worth it.

if you prefer a calmer way to celebrate, he'll skip most of the parties and have a nice night with you after teucer gets tired out from a sugar rush. you'll snuggle up on the couch together watch whatever scary movies you'd like, he definitely puts up a bunch of candles for the fun atmosphere.

he'll buy you literally anything halloween or fall related. you want a cute new reath for autumn? only the best one on the market for you. want some overpriced seasonal drink? you're having a large and he'll get one too! it's honestly just an excuse to spoil you at this point

he's a 9/10 in this department. would be a 10 if he didn't make jokes about skeletons and boners...

lyney

the halloween boyfriend of the century. he has so much fun with holiday stuff and dressing up makes it even better

he's a performer, he's extra, so he has to win any costume contests! lynette is sick of this nonsense by now but it warms her heart to see you having so much fun helping lyney with his autumnal nonsense.

he's not necessarily one for big halloween celebrations, opting to spend his time hanging out with you and his siblings, possibly telling scary stories. lynette is rather unphased but poor freminet is always freaked out afterwards. there's definitely more than enough marshmallows for all the smores you intend to eat while this goes on.

he'll let you snuggle up next to him around the fire pit if you get a little freaked out. he gets to entertain and be with his lover, two of his favorite things. he'll even roast a few marshmallows for you! but it's expected that you return the gesture.

he'll definitely buy all kinds of dumb halloween decorations from the closest dollar store. don't be suprised when you find plastic spiders placed around the house. he loves to decorate outside of the house, it's slightly obnoxious but you're used to it at this point.

he'll happily take you out for whatever over the top seasonal drink you want, he does this for lynette every year as well. unsurprisingly, she typically becomes the third wheel to these drink based outings. but it's worth it to see lyney fawning over you like a puppy.

as previously mentioned, he dresses up and goes hard on halloween costumes. he'll be the one begging you to match for halloween. he seriously goes hard, the time and dedication of a seasoned cosplayer goes into his costumes.

he's the type to take you to fall festivals and engage in the classic fair games, throwing darts, bobbing for apples, even silly haunted houses. you might end up dragging him into a haunted house, lyney won't get too scared... or at least that's what he says, but he holds your hand the whole time.

a solid 9/10 fall boyfriend, definitely gets into all aspects of october and fall as a whole. he gets a little too carried away and might forget about your scary movie date... but it's okay because now you, him, and both of his siblings all have matching costumes!!

shit i sorta lost motivation with lyneys uhhh it's fineee i just wanted this out for halloween lol

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love u lately (m) #4 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately chapter title: #4 - sour candy pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; HALLOWEEN! summary: with jimin's birthday party coming, you hope that it will be a good opportunity to celebrate jimin's big day and heal namjoon's heart with all your closest friends. however, things take a turn and you start to further question how you feel about jimin and your fwb arrangement with yoongi. when you are confronted by jimin at matthew's halloween frat party, it will challenge you to make a decision that will further change your relationship with him, yoongi, and namjoon for good. warnings: first party of the year at the BETA TAU SIGMA HOUSE!, halloween, multiple house parties, alcohol/recreational drug mentions, swearing, another breakup mayhaps, kissing, mirror sex, yoongi being a little more dom than usual, vampire jimin also deserves a warning, sexy dancing, fingering, CONSENSUAL and PROTECTED sex, penetration, breast play, THINGS GET MESSY but it's NOT IN THE BED, unfinished orgasm, confessions???, ANGST with a side of GUILT note: thank u to @daegudrama (as always) for beta reading this incredibly long chapter + fixing the smutty bits. this was orginally 2 chapters, but i wanted to tie things together here in one big ol' chapter and be evil so i hope you like it. total word count: 12.4k drop date: October 30th, 2023, 11:40am PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #3 | Series Masterlist | #5 →

October 13 (Saturday)

The sun has barely began its ascent in the morning sky, casting a soft, golden hue over the bustling campus of the university.

In the quiet of dawn, the world seems at peace, a stark contrast to everything that has been happening to you and everyone in the house the past week.

Jimin, however, has had little time to appreciate the tranquility of the morning. He finds himself reluctantly attending a brunch event in a neighboring city. This event is orchestrated by Sigma Mu Epsilon’s president, Irene, for one of her sorority gatherings. It is a pledging event as well as a chance for new recruits to network with sorority alumni, which ends with an auction. He doesn’t particularly want to be there; all he craves is a few more hours of sleep and maybe the chance to enjoy a semi-fancy dinner at Yardhouse with his friends later in the evening. Lately, Jimin has been growing tired of his vibrant yet exhausting social life, wondering if perhaps he isn’t cut out for it anymore. Maybe his fatigue is more about Irene than the lifestyle itself. Maybe he has never truly been in love with her. It wouldn’t be the first time he has mentally tapped out of a relationship or a situationship before the other party. He has gone out and slept with countless people over the years. Ever since the virginity race in high school, he hasn’t really stopped. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he has the highest body count in the whole house, just a single person ahead of Jungkook.

When it comes to Jimin finding people, he becomes intrigued with them because of their appearance and sometimes their charming personality that compliments his own. Most of the flings he’s had only last about 3-4 weeks.

Irene is the first exception. You’re unsure why Jimin has been with her this long. Today marks 4 months since they’ve been dating, but seeing the way he’s forcing himself to go out for her sake, you aren’t sure he will last much longer.

While Jimin begrudgingly embarks on his mandatory brunch outing, it becomes the perfect cover for Beta Tau Sigma to set the stage for his surprise birthday party. Rising early, you see a glimpse of Jimin on his way out the door in a hurry as you walk downstairs.

You join Namjoon for breakfast, relieved to see a glimmer of his usual self returning after the rocky events of the past few days. As you engage in conversation, you encourage him to relax and unwind at Jimin's party later that night. He smiles in response, promising to do just that.

Meanwhile, Seokjin has a friend who is also attending the brunch: Tiffany Young, a graduate student in Sigma Mu Epsilon who is in the sorority event's organizing committee. She is currently sending him real-time updates on the brunch schedule. Jin enters the dining area walking as he types on his phone.

"Tiffany just texted me saying they’re going to be late," he says rather bluntly, which you can’t help but roll your eyes at.

"Typical sorority events." You mutter, finishing up your breakfast. Namjoon chuckles in response to your snarky remark, to which you send a knowing smirk his way.

After breakfast, you call out to Yoongi, who has just come downstairs. He looks up at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as you ask, "Ready to go?"

He flashes a small, enigmatic smile, reaching for the coat rack by the staircase to retrieve his eco-friendly shopping bags.

"I'm always ready for a trip to the store." he replies, holding the bags up, the corners of his lips quirking upward like a cat.

Together you leave for a shopping adventure to buy decorations for Jimin's surprise party. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Namjoon are in charge of the house cleaning duties, and preparing it for the evening's festivities. Seokjin and Jungkook are busy in the kitchen, getting the food and drinks area ready, while Hoseok has gone to Matthew's house to borrow his DJ setup for the party. Matthew and Hoseok are known to be close friends, not only as members of the dance team but also as active co-hosts of various parties together. At the store, you and Yoongi browse through the colorful array of decorations, selecting orange-colored streamers to adorn the house for the upcoming party. As you unroll a section of the streamer, you share your excitement. Your voice filled with anticipation.

"Tonight's going to be great," you muse, a smile playing on your lips. "A little kickback in the middle of the semester is exactly what we need."

"I thought so too. Things have been hectic lately." Yoongi nods in agreement, his expression mirroring your enthusiasm.

With a sly grin, you decide to tease him. You lean in closer to him, playfully suggesting,

"You know, we could always sneak off for a little alone time during the party."

Yoongi's eyes widen slightly from your alluring words, and for a moment, panic flashes across his features. But he quickly recovers, his lips curving into a flirtatious grin.

"Is that an invitation?" He responds, his voice laced with a teasing tone.

Your heart skips a beat at his reply, and you can't help but wonder if there's more to his words or if he’s just having fun playing your little game. He’s too good at this, you think. You don’t respond right away and continue shopping for party supplies, keeping the tension high until you decide to take the conversation on a more flirtatious edge.

"Well," you reply with a sultry smile. "I guess we'll have to see how the night unfolds, kitty boy. It's a surprise party, after all."

Yoongi's face closes in on yours as his hands reaches for another pack of multi-color balloons behind you. You feel a jolt of sensation shoot through you. The tension in your lower half filled with want intensifies, making your heart race faster. During these moments, you can't deny the magnetic pull between you two. The way he can be doing mundane things in a store or at home and somehow manage to drive you crazy. It's in the way he behaves, in the quiet cadence of his voice, in the soft glint of his eyes that holds galaxies within. You want to kiss him so bad right now and later on, but a part of you knows that would be difficult.

He leans closer to your ear, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Always teasing me with the cat comments. I'll be looking forward to the surprise then, Angel."

The air between you crackles as the flame dies down and you both carry on with your shopping, each touch and lingering glance adding to the palpable tension building between you.

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As the day unfolds, Jimin's patience wears thin during the brunch with Irene. The restaurant's tea party-like ambiance, once vibrant and appealing, now feels stifling. Their relationship has felt too restricting, with Irene often taking the lead in making decisions, and Jimin has grown increasingly weary of it.

Irene, as usual, has taken the initiative to plan a birthday dinner for the two of them at Fogo de Chão, a fine dining restaurant known for its Brazilian churrasco experience. While it is undoubtedly a great place, Jimin can’t help but feel trapped by the lack of input he has in the relationship's direction. He wants to have a say, a sense of balance that has been sorely missing when he’s with Irene.

Jimin's mood is noticeably dampened as he drives back from the event at 6pm. His voice is tinged with exhaustion and annoyance as he speaks with you on the phone. You are calling to ask his ETA, but overhear Irene persisting he goes out to dinner with her. Her insistence is a stark reminder of the control she seems to exert over their relationship. You try to keep yourself together, but you know you are inching closer to yelling at the woman over her “pick me” behavior.

After you finish setting up, you take the remaining time to help Jin prepare a small lunch box cake with a Badtz-maru Sanrio character figure in the middle. A smile tugs at Jimin’s lips as you mention that you and Jin made a cake.

"Get here as soon as you can," you urge, "before I decide to eat the whole thing by myself!"

The warmth of your invitation and the prospect of spending the evening with you, perhaps accompanied by a few drinks with the guys, brings a genuine smile to Jimin's face. He can’t wait to be with you, if only to momentarily escape the complexities of his relationship with Irene. With a heartfelt response, he assures you.

"Looking forward to it, Honey," his voice filled with anticipation and a sense of longing.

As Jimin ends the call, he can’t help but notice Irene's displeased expression. She stares out of the window, her indifference to his plans more apparent than ever. Though, he is not worried about it at all. +++++++++

The moment has finally arrived. At 7 pm, Jimin approaches the front porch, Irene trailing behind him, completely unaware of the surprise lurking in the shadows. Everyone at the party is tucked away in their hiding spots behind the couch, their excitement barely contained. As he unlocks the door and steps inside, Irene right beside him, Jimin flicks on the lights in the living room.

Suddenly, the room explodes with a collective yell of

"Surprise!" Jimin, caught off guard, jolts in fear, his heart racing.

"Holy shit! Ya! You guys really scared the fuck out of me." he exclaims, breaking into laughter.

The surprise party has taken him by surprise. Even though he had a hunch it was coming, thanks to Taehyung's incessant giggling over his phone for the past few days. He knew it wasn’t Jennie making him act like that, that’s for sure. "I didn't expect a party with everyone I know on campus...thanks, guys!" Jimin grins, feeling truly touched by the effort put into the surprise.

As he looks around the room, he notices Taehyung and Jungkook approaching him. They playfully place a plastic crown on his head and a sash reading "It's a Boy!" around his shoulders. Laughter ripples through the room as people snicker, and Yoongi chimes in with an apology, claiming that Party City ran out of birthday boy sashes.

With the formalities out of the way, the party kicks into full gear. The guest list is a mix of Jimin's friends from the contemporary dance club, various fraternities and sororities on campus, and even some non-frat affiliated friends.The living room is illuminated with a kaleidoscope of colorful lights. The atmosphere buzzes with laughter, music, and the clinking of plastic red cups. Jimin, still wearing his "It’s a Boy!" sash, is now deeply engrossed in a competitive beer pong match with Taehyung, forming a formidable team they called “Taejin” and “Jikook”. The alcohol has clearly taken its toll, evident in their slightly unsteady aim and louder-than-usual banter.

As the game continues, Taehyung can't help but blurt out, "Did you know I took Jimin's virginity?" His words hang in the air, drawing incredulous stares from those around, including you.

"Ugh, you guys always say this when you're drunk!" You interject, trying to steer the conversation away from talking about their sex life at a party.

Jimin, never one to shy away from a chance to tease, chimes in, "And it's true!"

"But you guys never mention this sober!" you retort, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

Jin, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, adds, "They did! I let Tae borrow my car, and it happened there!"

You burst into laughter, finding the situation utterly absurd. Still, you keep count of these drunken confessions, each sudden new revelation making the story more unbelievable. It has to be a lie right?

Meanwhile, Jungkook simultaneously takes on the role of the bartender, expertly mixing drinks for the guests, showcasing his impressive bartending skills.

Amidst the revelry, you can't help but notice Jimin and Taehyung being touchy, their usual closeness amplified by the alcohol. It's a stark contrast to the way Jimin and Irene interact, their interactions either avoiding each other entirely or being laced together with passive-aggressiveness. You venture away from the bartending area, seeking a change of scenery. In the living room, you find Hoseok rolling up joints with Jackson and a few others. The smell of freshly rolled weed fills the air as they chat and prepare for a little smoke session.

Hwasa pats your back gently as she rushes to join the group on the couch, her eyes bright with excitement as she plucks a rolling paper from Jackson's stash. Jackson playfully protests, the two of them engaging in a lighthearted argument. Soyoon, seated nearby, can't help but laugh at their antics, thoroughly entertained by the playful banter unfolding before her. You move from this scene to observe Namjoon and Yoongi sharing a lighthearted moment over their drinks, a sense of nostalgia washes over you. It's a feeling akin to stumbling upon an old, cherished photograph from your past, a glimpse into a time when life felt simpler, and worries were few and far between.

You recall the days when your group was unbreakable. In those moments, laughter flowed freely, and the weight of responsibilities and adulthood hadn't yet pressed down on your shoulders. A past when late-night conversations and spontaneous adventures with your favorite boys was the norm. The memories of those carefree days still warm your heart.

Seeing Namjoon and Yoongi sharing a genuine laugh is a reminder of that bygone era. It's as if a fragment of your youth has been recaptured, if only for a fleeting moment. The rareness of this sight intensifies its significance, making it feel like a precious treasure rediscovered.

It's not lost on you that life has changed, and with it, your relationships have evolved. Responsibilities, relationships, and personal growth have nudged you all in different directions.

You decide to join them, curious about their take on the party. "So, how's the party for you two?" You inquire.

Namjoon grins, clearly enjoying the festivities. "It's been going well. Jungkook's a real good bartender. Since when did he become a mixologist?"

Yoongi chuckles and adds, "Since I took him to a bar with a fake ID over the summer and we tried different drinks. The Irish bomb started all of this. Taught him how to make one drink, and now he knows how to make like 30 different drinks."

You smirk playfully, teasing Jungkook's inventive nature. "Of course, the house genius had something to do with it. Always cooking up with ideas."

Yoongi cheeks flush at your compliment, which only makes you smile. Then, you shift the conversation toward Namjoon, still concerned about his well-being after the breakup with Jihyo. You wonder if he's still upset or if he's managed to move past it, both in terms of the relationship ending and the way it ended.

"Oh, I'm doing good," Namjoon assures you, his voice steady. "I think accumulated stress, coupled with that situation, got to me in the moment. But I'm doing better now after thinking about it more."

Relieved to hear that he's coping well, you offer a comforting gesture by rubbing his arm.

"I'm glad," you say sincerely. "we were all worried about you, so if you ever need anything, we're here for you. Me, Yoongs, Mimi, Tae, Koo, Jin, and Hope!"

Yoongi nods in agreement, silently echoing your sentiment. However, beneath his supportive exterior, a gnawing fear lingers. You step aside for a moment to grab a snack bag from the box to munch on, leaving Namjoon and Yoongi to chat. Namjoon leans toward Yoongi, his voice hushed.

"Hey, I'm gonna get her another drink from Jungkook."

Yoongi side-eyes Namjoon, a hint of curiosity in his gaze, and takes a sip from his whiskey.

"What drink are you gonna get her?"

“I was thinking a Mai Tai. She loves those.”

The cat-eyed man furrows his brow, a sense of unease crossing his features.

"I don't think that's a good idea." He cautions.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "What do you mean by that?" Yoongi takes another sip of his drink, contemplating the situation.

"You know, she hasn't liked Mai Tais since last year." He finally admits, alluding to the time you drank so many of them in one night and you swore off to never drink those again. "She switched to Pina Coladas as her preferred alcoholic drink. She even mentioned it on her birthday earlier this year."

"Oh, I didn't know. I guess I missed that." He looks at him, a tad surprised and maybe even a bit upset that he hadn't caught onto your changing tastes.

Yoongi mumbles under his breath, his jealousy flickering. "If you were as close to her as you think, you should've known."

Undeterred, Namjoon walks away, eventually returning with a Pina Colada in hand. He hands it to you with a smile as he sees you conversing with Yoongi. "Oh, Namjoon! Pina Colada? I'm surprised you remembered." You let out a giggle, a hint of appreciation in your voice.

He blushes a little, his confidence replaced by shyness. "I could never forget my favorite girl's drink."

Yoongi scoffs softly, his jealousy flaring up. He takes another sip of his whiskey, trying to calm the growing storm of emotions inside him. The alcohol burns his throat, but it does little to quell the turbulent thoughts swirling in his mind. He knows he needs to find a way to calm himself down. The alcohol isn't helping him at this moment. As you stand there talking with Namjoon, Yoongi watches you from the corner of his eye, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions. He's relieved that Namjoon's not stressing you with his previous relationship, but there's an undercurrent of fear plaguing him. He worries that this situationship, this tangled web of emotions you share, might lose its appeal to you.

Deep down, he knows that this fling serves as a distraction for both of you, something to hold onto in the midst of college life. But perhaps it's more than that. Perhaps you mean more to him than he's ready to admit while not under the influence of an intoxicating drink. The thought of you eventually moving on and finding someone else terrifies him more than he'd like to acknowledge.

On your end, you're equally conflicted. The seed of doubt and overthinking that Yoongi planted has taken root, and you find yourself questioning your own feelings. Is it just a casual fling, or is there something more beneath the surface? You don't want to admit it, not even to yourself, but there's a growing awareness that maybe, just maybe, this situationship has started to mean more to you than you initially thought.

The room buzzes with laughter and music, but in this moment, both of you are lost in the turmoil of your emotions, uncertain of where this journey will ultimately lead.

You decide to heed Yoongi's earlier suggestion of meeting in secret at the party, excusing yourself from the two men in the living room where everyone continues to have a good time. As you head upstairs, you discreetly signal to Yoongi that you'll be waiting for him in your room.

Once in your room, you decide to step out onto the balcony, feeling the crisp October air brush against your skin. The chill seems to awaken you from your drunken stupor, and you take a deep breath, gazing out into the night. The distant campus buildings are barely visible in the dim moonlight, and a plane streaks across the sky, leaving behind a trail of blinking lights.

Your phone suddenly vibrates in your hand, and you eagerly check it, expecting to see a message from Yoongi. However, as you read his response, a twinge of disappointment washes over you. Yoongi [11:02PM]: Sorry angel, i think it’s a bad idea right now.

Yoongi [11:02PM]: another time, okay?

Reading the pixelated words on a screen causes your chest to tighten, leaving you with a mix of emotions that you can't quite put your finger on. You're aware that your situationship with Yoongi is not committed or exclusive, yet you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It's a confusing feeling that leaves you standing on the balcony, contemplating the nature of your connection with Yoongi and wanting to run away from these thoughts. You look down from the balcony and notice Irene's dramatic exit from the party. She gets into a black car waiting at the curb, and not long after, it drives away. You don't think much of it until you hear the sliding door behind you open. At first, you assume it might be Yoongi changing his mind or teasing you about his earlier rejection. However, when you turn to see Jimin joining you, you feel a bit caught off guard.

"Oh, Darling? You're here? Why are you alone?"

"Oh, Mimi," you reply with a smile, brushing off his question. "I just wanted to sober up a bit. I don't want to spend tomorrow dealing with a hungover existential crisis while trying to get assignments done."

Jimin nods in understanding. "Fair enough."

You lean on the railing, propping your arms up, and watch Jimin as he continues speaking. "So, how's the party, birthday boy?"

"It's been fun so far, way better than whatever BS I did for most of the day." Jimin responds.

"Irene being too much?" You ask.

Jimin rolls his eyes.

"Yup." He seems like he's about to say more about Irene, but he changes the topic instead. "But you guys made my night. I'm not usually a 'receiving presents' type of guy, but Jin still gave me a Maple Story plush pouch with money earlier."

"Damn, that boy is more loaded than I thought,"

"Right!" Jimin agrees. "Tae got me a custom One Piece Zoro mug too." He chuckles cutely. "Oh, Yoongi hyung also said he's performing a special song for me from his upcoming mixtape at the party, so that's going to be wild as fuck." You can't help but laugh, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips as you try to make sense of the situation.

"Shit, now I feel bad that I didn't get you anything." You admit, feeling the corners of your lips curl into a playful smile. You stand up from the balcony railing, and your gaze locks with Jimin's as you lean against it, the party's background noise fading away in the distance.

"Is there anything else our birthday boy wants for his birthday?" You inquire, a glint of curiosity dancing in your eyes. Jimin's hesitation isn't lost on you, but his flirty expression keeps your attention, and you can't help but wonder where this is going.

Jimin closes the gap between you two until there is only a few mere inches from your lips, and his smile takes on a devilish edge. "A kiss."

“Huh.”

Your reaction is immediate. You freeze in place, wondering if perhaps the alcohol in your system has led you to misinterpret his words. The surprise has you giggling, a nervous, bubbling laughter that hints at uncertainty. "A kiss? Should I call Irene?" You tease, although a small part of you wonders if he's serious. You realize you're not entirely sure if you should take him seriously.

Jimin responds with a narrowed look, clearly expressing his desire, and it's evident that he means every word. "A kiss. From you.” He confirms, as he continues to close the distance between you, a playful gleam in his eyes. His breath, laced with the scent of alcohol, washes over you, making the situation feel even more surreal.

Despite your laughter, your heart races. You did not anticipate this, not from Jimin, not on his birthday, and not with Irene in the picture. It feels like a playful game at first, a continuation of your close friendship, but as the atmosphere grows heavier with tension, you're not quite sure where the line between friendship and something more blurs.

You attempt to regain your composure, using humor as a defense mechanism.

"Uh, Jimin? I know we used to do those playful goodbye cheek kisses and all, and you practiced your first kiss on me in middle school because we're besties, but is this even okay right now? You're with Irene, after all." Your words convey your uncertainty as you try to mentally process the situation.

Jimin doesn't miss a beat. "I broke up with her.”

Your response is disbelief. "Wait, you what?"

The shock makes you take a step back, and you try to understand why he chose this night, of all nights, to end things. You're genuinely concerned for Jimin. You know Irene been hitting several nerves for Jimin as of late, but to break up with her while at his own birthday party?

He explains their fight as you lean on the balcony, your gaze fixated on him. His words hang in the air, and you can't help but reflect on the turn of events.

"Oh...damn. I’m sorry," You finally reply, a mix of sympathy and understanding in your tone. You really don’t have much to say. You didn’t like her, that’s for sure. But two break ups in the same week, it’s kind of insane. There has to be some sudden explanation about how you were having a breakdown last week to suddenly everything being somewhat normal again after so long.

Jimin redirects the conversation with a flirty comment, catching you off guard yet again.

"So, my lips are free for a kiss.” He says, his eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. As Jimin's words hang in the air, you look at him with a mix of disbelief and concern, hoping he'll snap back to his senses.

"Jimin…" You repeat his name, your voice carrying a tone of incredulity. You raise your hand to your face, rubbing your temples in an attempt to clear your head. This situation has grown far more complicated than you ever expected. You lock eyes with him, your expression stern, as you attempt to make him understand the implications of what he's asking. "Are you SURE, Park Jimin?" you insist, emphasizing his name with a hint of desperation.

You want to make sure he's aware of the potential consequences. Irene and Yoongi both occupy a significant place in your life, and crossing boundaries could jeopardize everything.

Jimin, however, seems untroubled by the complexities of the situation. He meets your gaze and lets out a playful giggle, his words light, "Just one won't hurt, Darling."

Your breath hitches as his lips come close, and you can feel the warmth radiating from him. Before you can fully process what's happening, he leans in and captures your lips in a surprising, lingering kiss. Your world momentarily narrows down to the sensation of his lips against yours, and you find yourself responding to the touch, your eyes closing as you sink into the moment.

The kiss is tender, passionate, and slightly intoxicating. It feels like time has stopped, yet it's over within a few heartbeats, lasting no more than seven seconds. Jimin withdraws, leaving you disheveled and breathless, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he chuckles.

"Thank you, Y/N." He says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Best present I’ve gotten all day!”

With that, he turns and heads back downstairs to rejoin the party, leaving you standing on the balcony in a state of bewilderment.

Your thoughts spin in confusion. What the fuck just happened? This single, impulsive kiss has stirred up a whirlwind of emotions and questions, pushing the boundaries of your relationships with both Yoongi and Jimin. You're left in a daze, trying to make sense of it all.

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The kiss from Jimin is a secret you vow to bury deep within, a momentary lapse in a whirlwind of unexpected events. To dwell on it would be madness, and you need your sanity more than ever in this house. Thoughts about moving out or taking a semester off cross your mind for a brief moment. Living among these chaotic emotions is a constant test of your resilience, and you question whether you are cut out for it. You rejoin the party downstairs, a tumultuous mix of emotions whirling in your head. Just as you enter, you catch the sound of Yoongi strumming his guitar, and he begins to sing a song he composed for Jimin. It is called "Autumn Leaves," and the lyrics seem to pierce through the core of your being. “떨어져 날리는 저기 낙입처럼

Like the leaves over there fallen and fluttering,

힘없이 쓰러져만 가 내 사랑이

helplessly falling, my love is”

The words Yoongi sings feels like they are plucked from the depths of your own heart. As he plays the chords on his guitar, the lyrics echo the complexities of your current situation.

“저기 저 위태로워 보이는 낙업은 우리를 보는 것 같아서

Because those precarious dead leaves over there look like us

손이 닿으면 단숨에라도 바스라질 것만 같아서

Because they look like they'll crumble at any slightest touch

그저 바라만 봤지 가을의 바람과 같이

I just gazed at them like the autumn wind”

The song finishes, and the party continues, but the lyrics remain etched in your mind. Yoongi's music has always been a vessel to convey feelings and emotions. You can’t deny that it has a way of capturing your own sentiments.

The night eventually comes to a close, the soft glow of dawn peeking through the windows.

The next morning, you find yourself nestled between a pair of hungover Jungkook and Taehyung in Jin’s bed, funnily enough. The two of them obviously got an earful from Namjoon about their antics during the party, and you can’t help but laugh at the comical scene. Despite the complex relationships and tangled emotions, moments like this still remind you why you stay.

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October 23 (Tuesday) You manage to navigate the days after Jimin's birthday without any major upheavals. Now, a little over 10 days since then, time seems to be passing with an eerie calm. As the days pass, life takes on a sense of normalcy you hadn't felt in a while. You find yourself spending more time with Namjoon and Jimin, enjoying outings for rolled ice cream and accompanying Joon to the local MOMA to do one of his art history assignments. These moments of familiarity make you ponder whether things are settling back into a comforting routine or if you are merely avoiding the looming changes.

On the other hand, you still have your secret rendezvous with Yoongi . These moments are like carefully hidden gems in your hectic life. As you indulge in your intimacy, you keep a vigilant eye on the house, ensuring no prying eyes or unexpected interruptions. It has become somewhat of a routine, a small sanctuary amidst the stress and chaos of a college student life. Yoongi often uses the excuse of studying together to enter your room in secret, and it's during these stolen moments of him fingering you or eating you out that you find solace. You don’t forget to return the favor with a blowjob either.

However on this day, you and Yoongi decide to get a little friskier than usual, seeing and hearing that no one is home during this time of day. Not a common occurrence, sadly. The connection between you two grows deeper with each stolen moment, yet you can't shake the nagging uncertainty that lingers beneath the surface. Mainly about how Jimin’s kiss may have shifted your current reality even further than before.

Yoongi moves to sit in the middle of your bed, patting his thigh to signal you to sit on his lap. You do as he requests, and crawl over your bed to sit on his thighs. Your back is towards him, while you face the standing floral-bordered mirror in front of your bed. You never thought there’d be a situation where you look into this exact mirror during promiscuous activities, but you guess thanks to college anything’s possible. The thought of seeing Yoongi pushing himself in and out of you turns you on more than you want to admit. Surely, the memory of your escapade will imprint much deeper in your mind after watching yourself.

One of his hands comes down to caress your wet folds through your panties. Then he slides them to the side, thrusting two fingers inside you while his thumb rubs your sensitive spot. His other hand passes over your blue lacy tank top covered breasts while his mouth sucks gently on your neck. The mirror captures the sensual scene well. Watching yourself coupled with the stimulation from Yoongi’s skilled fingers leaves your head feeling hazy to the point you almost come. You’re about to moan his name, but quickly cover your mouth as he continues to penetrate his fingers deep inside of you. It’s the middle of the afternoon, golden beams of light shining through your window. While you know it’s very likely you two are alone right now, you can’t risk exposing this situationship no matter how good it feels.

"Yoongi…it feels good.” You breathe out after moving your hand from your lips, your voice barely louder than a whisper as your fingers gently tighten around his forearm.

"Are you enjoying it angel?" He asks in a husky tone, his warm breath caressing your right ear.

"Mhm…" You nod, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

His own lips curl into a sultry smile, as he increases the pace of his movements, his thumb working faster, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body. You gently rest your head against the crook of his shoulder, and his lips seek out yours, locking in a fervent, passionate kiss. Your fingers instinctively wind through the soft strands of his hair, deepening the connection as your tongues entwined in an intimate dance.

Reluctantly, he withdraws his fingers from your trembling form, but they don't go far. Instead, he guides them to your lips. With a hint of a seductive smile, you obediently take his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue dances around them, savoring the captivating blend of your own essence. Meanwhile, his hard dick is pressing against you begging for attention.

"Do you want me?"

"S-so fucking bad…please, Yoongi.” You manage to breathe out, your voice heavy with longing.

Yoongi’s arm stretches over to your bedside table drawer to grab a condom he keeps hidden in there, rolling it down his cock quickly without losing momentum. He kisses you while running his hands along the sides of your waist and then gropes your covered breasts. You hold his cock, lifting yourself up to line his tip up with your entrance. Suddenly, Yoongi holds your chin, forcing your head forward so you can see him pushing himself further inside of you and spreading your folds in the mirror. You groan at the sight and start bouncing slowly into his lap as his hands grip your hips keeping you in place.

The surging heat envelopes your entire being, your legs parting and trembling with an electric fervor. Sensing your waning strength, he adjusts his motions, guiding you upward and causing your head to tilt back in ecstasy.

"Don't take your eyes off the mirror, Angel. Look.” He grabs your chin to face the mirror once more. “Look how well you're taking me. You're so good at this Y/N." He says, holding your hips with the other hand, thrusting into you even harder and faster.

You two are close to coming and you can barely keep up with his pace. He slides one hand down to rub your bud while the other cups your neck and tilts your head to kiss you. His thrusts slow taking in the feeling of your kiss and the sweet sounds of you moaning into each other’s mouths. He continues to rub your clit until you come while moaning his name. He quickly covers your mouth muffling your continues sounds of pleasure. You feel him also come into the condom right after. He lifts you up to withdraw from within you. He holds you to prevent you from falling from exhaustion and places you back on the mattress to catch your breath. You are quite exhausted and sweaty, he looks at you and smiles.

After the two of you take a breather and rest for a bit, you and Yoongi return to studying on your bed as if nothing happened. You like the normalcy of things like this. The atmosphere feels light and comfortable as you converse through psych homework. You decide to change up the conversation. Halloween is approaching, and you bring up the idea of attending Matthew's Halloween party at DSP's house.

"I was talking to Hwasa yesterday," you begin with curiosity lacing your words, "and she said Matthew's throwing a big Halloween rager at DSP's house next week.” “Mhm.” Yoongi hums, waiting for you to go on. “I was thinking that we should go!” Yoongi looks as if he wants to say something, but can’t bring himself to do it as he sees you speak with stars in your eyes. He knows Halloween is one of your favorite holidays aside from Christmas, so he lets you ramble on with your suggestion. “We could dress as something silly, like Pokemon onesies, or we can do a sexy concept that makes us so hot we look dumb...like an angel and demon pairing?" You both share a laugh, but as the mirth subsides, Yoongi grows pensive.

"Y/N, that sounds great, but I've been meaning to tell you, I'm—"

You interrupt with a hint of panic, "Is this about our situationship? Do you want to end it now?" Your eyes widen, fearing the worst.

"What?" Yoongi chuckles, pouncing to wrap you in a warm hug. "No! I'm going to be out of town for half of next week."

"Huh? Wait. Oh my God, Yoongi, is this for the Future of Music Conference?" You recall Yoongi mentioning the conference back in September.

It is a big deal, and he’s been tirelessly working as a TA for Professor Kang, which is why he’s been so busy lately. You guess it's finally paying off. Yoongi has another year left until he finishes undergrad, and he is hoping to start working in the industry right after. However, it’s not easy to get a job without experience, so he is hoping to network and get an internship before then.

"Yeah, that's the one," Yoongi confirms with a nod. "I'll probably be on a flight to Los Angeles the evening of the 31st."

“Oh no…” Your expression falls as the realization sinks in.

The prospect of spending Halloween without Yoongi is disappointing. You can’t help but entertain some steamy thoughts, like imagining him wearing a scream mask as he fucks you. The internet has you thinking up a couple of ideas lately. However, you can’t help but feel a mixture of happiness for him making moves and somewhat sadness feeling that you are holding Yoongi back from the chance to get more involved in music. Yoongi's gentle touch reassures you, making you feel secure in this complex, secretive relationship. He seeks to understand your hesitation.

"Yeah, but why did you think I was ending this?" he asks, gesturing towards the tangled bond you both shared.

"The way you said it sounded too serious. Sometimes I’m not sure what to expect from you, Yoongs." You reply, your voice tinged with the caution you'd learned from past experiences.

You don’t want to blame Yoongi if he wants to end the affair and return to being just best friends, without the complications that come with it.

"I'm fine with this…unless you don't want to do this anymore." Yoongi assures you, his respect for your decisions unwavering.

Sometimes, you ponder the significance of continuing this secret relationship. Namjoon is no longer with Jihyo, and Jimin has also parted ways with Irene. You have more time to spend with your friends, and you’ve been enjoying activities with them. Despite all this, you can’t bring yourself to end things with Yoongi, and you can’t fully understand why. Are you catching feelings for him?

"No, I still want to keep this up, probably as long as we can." you reply, your feelings conflicted and unclear.

Your thoughts turn briefly to Jimin's kiss, which has left a lingering impact. For some reason, it felt different from Yoongi's kisses. Not better or worse, just different, with unique emotions woven into it.

“I won’t push you Angel, but just let me know whenever you want to stop this. I promise you that I will always be your best friend no matter what.”

Yoongi then pulls you down onto the bed, and you both drift into a peaceful nap together, the unspoken complexities of your relationships lingering in the air.

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October 31 (Wednesday) As you finish applying makeup on your knees in front of your mirror, surrounded by scattered makeup items, you check the time on your clock and see it's already 8:25. Yoongi's flight is set to depart at 8:50, and you reminisce about his early departure earlier in the day. He left with his luggage in hand, bidding you goodbye with a pat on the head, in the presence of Jungkook, Hoseok, and Namjoon. You hadn’t had the chance to hang out with Yoongi much since last week. Once he told everyone the news that he was going to the music conference, Yoongi went into strictly producer mode. He wanted to have a solid four song demo tracklist to showcase to professional producers and artists attending the conference in hopes of getting signed. Before he left, he said his schedule would be packed with various panels and activities for the next few days. He mentioned he’ll have some downtime and will text you before his return on Monday.

You rise from your seat on the floor and reach for the angel costume on your bed, changing into it. This is the outfit you chose when Hwasa took you to Spirit Halloween earlier that week, where the two of you picked your costumes together. As you gaze into the mirror, a myriad of thoughts swirl in your head, all stemming from that night on the balcony when Jimin kissed you. Even now, with Yoongi as your fuck buddy, the memory of Jimin's lips lingers in your thoughts. It's becoming a persistent distraction, and you find your mind often wandering back to that stolen kiss. The days have only made this internal conflict intensify, leaving you feeling increasingly torn between whatever you have with Yoongi and whatever is brewing with Jimin. You hear a knock on your door, breaking the spell of thoughts on your mind. You rush to open it, revealing Namjoon on the other side. He's dressed in a Hogwarts school uniform, complete with thick-rimmed glasses and a Gryffindor cloak over his outfit.

"You look so cute, Joonie!" You compliment him.

"Really?" He asks, a hint of shyness in his tone.

"Yeah, the whole look suits you well. Pair it up with your British accent, and it'll be even better," You tease, and you both share a laugh.

"Thanks, I'll do that too. You..." Namjoon's eyes roam your body, his gaze landing on the sleeveless, short white dress you're sporting for the party. "look really good too, Tiny." His gaze lingers on your cleavage for a moment before you catch on.

"Really? Good! I spent the last hour going through Tiktok for makeup tutorials, and I was so close to giving up and not going anymore.” You admit with a chuckle.

"Seriously, you look great! Where are you heading tonight?" Namjoon inquires.

"I was going to go to Dark Side with Hwasa and the other girls. We're planning to go to DSP's party since Matthew kindly extended the invite a few weeks ago." You explain.

Dark Side is a neighborhood on the southwest side of campus known for throwing wild and raunchy parties. You'd never venture there alone, but with the girls there as well as Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin heading to DSP later, you'll have trustworthy friends close by.

"I'll try to swing by later tonight too. I'll be on Light Side, Halloween bar hopping with John, Zico, and San for Jin's frat event. Drinks are $1 for two hours, and I don't want to miss that." Namjoon shares with a chuckle.

"Oh, that sounds fun too, but I want to spend time with the girls this one time, so I gotta pass. Send my regards to Jinnie for me." You say with a smile.

"Of course." Namjoon replies.

"Is BTS' angel ready to go?" Hwasa, dressed as The Bride from Kill Bill, peeks into your room next to Namjoon.

"Kill Bill?" Namjoon raises an eyebrow at her choice.

"Yeah, why not? SZA made it trendy again." Hwasa scoffs, playfully defending her costume.

"Okay, you two! I don't want to see Harry Potter and The Bride fight to the death in my room. Let's go get wasted, shall we?" You say, intervening.

"Fine!" They reply in unison, and together you head downstairs to find the rest of your friends. Grim Reaper Soyoon, Barbie Cowgirl Jieun, and Dorothy Soohyun, are waiting by the door for you. You head out together, bidding Namjoon and Jin, who are making food in the kitchen, goodbye.

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As you arrive at Matthew's frat house, you can't help but be awestruck by the eerie Halloween atmosphere that greets you. The whole house is bathed in a sinister red lighting, casting an unsettling glow on everything it touches. A mysterious haze hangs in the air, making your every breath feel like a step into the unknown. You aren’t sure if it’s coming from a fog machine or the smoke of people hotboxing the house with weed, but it adds ambience. String lights are meandered throughout the house, resembling spider web-like streamers that cling to the walls and ceilings, giving the place an otherworldly feel. Enormous pumpkins and grinning skulls adorn various corners, casting ominous shadows. The centerpiece of the decorations is a giant tapestry in the living room featuring a hauntingly detailed skull and the bold letters "DSP HALLOWEEN RAGER 20XX" leaving no doubt that DSP going all out for Halloween is definitely their frat tradition.

You and the girls continue exploring the house, drinking whatever glittery purple concoction was in one of several cauldrons by the alcohol table, immersing yourselves further into the atmosphere. Loud music reverberates through the air, colorful lights flash, and costumed partygoers fill every corner.

You're glad you chose to come as an angel. The outfit is simple: a white satin corset dress, white pumps, paired with feathered wings and a shimmering halo headband to add a touch of ethereal charm. It's easy to move around and dance without feeling too weighed down. The alcohol flows freely, infusing everyone with a giddy sense of euphoria. The beats of the music thump in your chest, electrifying the atmosphere even more. You and the girls can't help but dance once you get closer to the music, caught in the moment.

Matthew, who has been DJing with his fellow Delta, Somin, takes a break and strolls over to your group with a tray of tequila shots. His tracks have been setting the perfect vibe for the party since you got there, blending seamlessly with the pulsating energy in the room. From Beyonce to Doja to Michael Jackson to Post Malone.

"Hey, ladies!" He greets you and the girls with a charismatic grin. He's dressed as a '90s grunge rocker, his outfit complete with ripped jeans, a band tee, and a flannel shirt tied around his waist. “I brought y’all some shots! It’s from my special Don Julio stash.” Soyoon looks at the tray, surprised with the VIP treatment from DSP’s President. “Really? Wow, that’s awesome. Thanks Matthew.”

“Nah, it’s nothing!” “Cheers!" You all chimed in unison, lifting your shot glasses high to clink together before downing them. The tequila's warmth coursing through you.

"Matthew, I gotta say, you're killing it as the DJ tonight!" Hwasa exclaims.

Matthew chuckles modestly. "Thanks, Hyejin. Always a pleasure to make y’all dance. And Y/N, you look truly angelic, by the way." His compliment comes with a wink and a nod of approval.

"Aw, thank you, Matthew! You're not looking too shabby yourself as a '90s rockstar." You reply with a grin as you sip your drink.

As you chat, Matthew offers you and the girls some insights into the party scene tonight.

"It’s pretty packed here tonight. A lot of the Gamma guys and Psi peeps decided to come by. GOT doesn't usually do Halloween parties, and I’m sure y’all already know that DSP is the go-to spot for Halloween festivities on campus. Y’all better dance and drink safely, alright? Let me know if y’all need anything." You all nod and thank him for his consideration for your safety.

Hearing about the Gamma guys' presence, you can't help but wonder if Jaebeom is among them. You do not want an awkward and uncomfortable run in with him or any of his Gamma buds.

The night progresses, and as you engage in the festivities, you can't help but feel a growing sense of nostalgia and longing for Yoongi. Halloween had always been a cherished tradition for both of you since childhood. You would go trick-or-treating with the 3 boys under the guidance of Yoongi’s older brother and then eventually spending Halloween nights watching slasher films, which Yoongi hated, but watched knowing how much you and Jimin liked them. Not having him by your side this time felt lonely. And while the worries about Namjoon and Jimin's romantic involvements had dissipated, the absence of Yoongi left a void in the group that you couldn't ignore.

Despite this yearning for him to be here, thoughts of Jimin continued to intrude, making you feel conflicted. You remember the playful cheek kisses and innocent pecks on the cheek that you and Jimin used to share as best friends, but now the thought of that happening again feels entirely different. That birthday kiss was not like the past ones.

The more alcohol you consume, the more Jimin's presence continues to tug your mind, creating a sense of inner turmoil. You remind yourself that you don’t owe Yoongi exclusivity, yet your arrangement with him still hung heavily in the back of your mind.

Fuck, you feel yourself falling into insanity.

Not long after you start feeling like you’re going crazy, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook finally show up. You glance at each of their costumes: Taehyung is dressed as a character from Bridgerton, while Hoseok is all out as a pirate. This is great, you think to yourself. However, as your eyes move to Jimin, you find it hard to maintain your composure. His vampire costume is equal parts charming and alluring, and your slightly intoxicated state makes it difficult to look him in the eyes. His demeanor is relaxed, but he's no stranger to reading people's body language. You have managed to act like nothing has been picking at your brain when talking with him the past weeks since his birthday, but that’s not the case right now. Jungkook, wearing a Rocky boxing costume, gently shakes your shoulder asking if you’re good, to which you say yes. You’re lying, which Jimin takes note of.

In the kitchen, while you chat and laugh with the group, you find your gaze involuntarily drawn to Jimin more than once. At one point, your flustered state leads to an accidental mishap – you drop your drink. Thankfully, it's a party, and no one minds a small accident.

Jimin notices your nervousness and the way you keep fidgeting. He smiles playfully, sensing your discomfort but not mentioning it outright. You're grateful for his discretion. The chemistry between you and Jimin has shifted since his birthday party, and navigating this new territory is both nerve wracking and a little confusing.

After a brief chat with your girls and guys, you all part ways to continue navigating DSP’s party and its many alcohol-filled Halloween activities. Your constant urge to keep your eye on Jimin continues despite the large crowd of people filing in and out of the house. You are standing next to Soyoon and Jieun playing King’s Cup against Sigma Kappa Zeta’s Chris and a group of other guys, as you glance at the other side of the house seeing the dance floor filled with familiar faces.

And there he is again. Jimin.

There are a few girls dressed as Barbie clones circling around him, trying to grind against him, but their attention on him doesn’t faze you. This phenomenon is quite familiar when it comes to Jimin. He’s gorgeous, everyone knows it, and everyone wants him.

However, you remained immune to what they commonly refer to as the "Jimin Effect." Jimin himself is well aware of the impact he has on others, but for you, he is simply Jimin, a close friend, and nothing more. You never thought of anything more with him. He'd try to tease you at times by giving you cheek kisses because it's what French people do when they say hello or goodbye. "It's just faire la bise.” he'd say, but it'd be a ploy to see if you'd crack. You didn't.

There was a time, though, when you spent more time with Jimin than with Namjoon or Yoongi. The latter two had started high school, which was situated across town from where you lived. Your daily interactions with them dwindled because of the new commitments and distance.

However, one day, you noticed a change in Jimin's behavior. He seemed anxious, fidgety even. It was then that he asked you a rather unexpected question.

"Could you be my practice partner for my first official kiss?"

Your eyes widened, convinced that he was pulling your leg with one of his classic pranks. You inquired if he was serious, and he assured you he was genuinely seeking your assistance for something he had no idea how to do, even though he found it embarrassing to admit. Recognizing his sincere plea for help, you decided to assist him. Your initial attempts during after-school sessions proved fruitless, but after watching "The Notebook" together one afternoon, you decided to replicate one of the film's romantic kissing scenes. At first, it felt awkward, and the two of you couldn't help but chuckle after. But as the scene played out repeatedly, you began to notice a subtle shift. The practice had evolved into something; there was a growing intimacy in each kiss you shared. And this was how you too, had your first kiss. Jimin's nervousness gradually transformed into comfort, and you noticed how his lips became more confident against yours. His sweet laughter and warm smile during your practices caused a shift. You found yourself thinking about him more often than you’d want to admit to anyone.

As time went on, you both became increasingly comfortable in each other's presence. While these practice sessions were meant to be lighthearted, they grew into meaningful moments for the two of you.

Though this period was fleeting, like to the ephemeral beauty of cherry blossoms in spring, their brief existence was marked by a burst of color before gracefully scattering away. Much like those delicate petals, your shared moments of intimacy came to an end, not lasting beyond that season.

Jimin got his "official first kiss" from one of the girls he admired in your 8th-grade history class. As you both stepped into high school, he had started seeing and dating a series of people. He continued on as if that time was just a dream. Namjoon and Yoongi never learned of what transpired between you two. And you too, had continued to live your life like nothing had happened during that spring of your final year in middle school.

Until now. "Y/N!" Jimin's voice pierces through the loud music and chatter.

You snap back to the present, his call pulling you out of the distant memories from long ago. Your eyes widen in surprise, wondering why he is calling your name so urgently. Before you can react, he exchanges some quick words with the girls around him and makes his way toward you. You will your feet to move forward to meet him. You are about to ask about the urgency when Jimin speaks first.

"I needed an excuse." He confesses, his shoulders slumping with a sigh, "I couldn't get rid of them."

Ah, classic Jimin. A smile tugs at your lips as he runs his hand through his hair in a way that you know well. You aren’t sure why you feel a rush of giddiness knowing he chose you over the other girls.

"Let's dance, darling?" Jimin suggests, breath warm against your ear. His words make your brows furrow. You tilt your head, teasingly skeptical.

"Are you drunk right now?"

"You know I've got a high alcohol tolerance." He replies, his confidence unshaken.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Park.” You concede, and with that, he pulls you deeper into the crowd on the dance floor, ready to let the music and the moment carry you both away.

In the dimly lit embrace of the dance floor, you find yourself swaying to the beat of Take My Breath by The Weeknd, creating a world of sensuality around you. Jimin's strong hands confidently claim the small of your back, and his touch sends a wave of heat radiating through your body. Together, you move with grace, entangled in a slow, seductive dance that defies the pulsating rhythm around you.

Your fingers glide along the contours of his muscular cape-covered shoulder, and you're entranced by the intense connection in his dark, probing eyes. Each sinuous movement feels like a secret conversation, a silent language whispered through touch.

Jimin's warm breath, tinged with a hint of alcohol, brushes against your earlobe as he guides you even closer. The sensation of his lips softly grazing your neck sent a shiver down your spine, intensifying the yearning that courses through every nerve. As his hands caress your body, his cologne, a scent different from the one he used to wear, envelopes you, adding to your growing sense of intoxication. The fragrance was a symphony of warm, vanilla notes, creating an intoxicating blend that only heightens your desire.

The world outside your bubble seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this sensual realm. The chemistry between you intensifies with every caress, each gentle press of your bodies, as you're pulled deeper into a realm of unspoken longing.

The sweet agony of desire intensifies, and your souls unite, dancing to a silent melody that pulses with yearning and passion. In this enchanted moment, you are giving in to the irresistible pull of the night, surrendering to the all-consuming allure that keeps you locked in your sensual dance. Suddenly, you are pulled out of your blissful daze as you notice Hogwarts student Namjoon and Navy Captain Jin enter the front door. You quickly pull apart from Jimin as you see them nearing. While you and Jimin promiscuously dancing isn't a new sight for any of your housemates, for some reason, you can't help but stop. The action even surprises you. Jimin's lust-filled eyes widen, wondering if he did something wrong.

Namjoon soon approaches behind Jimin, which scares him a little. "Made it just in time, you two."

"Namjoon!" You say in unison, but in different tones.

Namjoon looks at the two of you lovingly. "Finally, the avengers are all together."

"Well except Yoongi hyung," Jimin points out in a somber tone.

In that split second, you remember again that Yoongi isn’t there. You check your phone in your bag to see if he sent you any LA updates, to which he had about 5 minutes ago. Yoongi [10:23pm] : I landed. Safe and Sound. 👍

Yoongi [10:23pm] : In the city of angels without my angel :(

Yoongi pulling out your nickname in that second text has you flustered for a second. Thank God the lighting is red here or else you’d be questioned until no end.

"Why don’t we take a picture together to send to him! Let him know we're together."

The other two men nod, and you hand your phone to Namjoon, with the longest arms, to take a selca together. The three of you squeeze together, Jimin in the middle, and Namjoon stretches his arm as far as he can to capture the perfect shot.

"Got it!" Namjoon grins, showing the picture to all of you.

You take a moment to admire it. It's a funny picture: Namjoon with his typical fuckboy smile, Jimin kissing your temple while winking his eye at the camera, and you holding up a peace sign capturing the essence of your overall shared bond.

You [10:29PM]: [Photo Attachment]

You [10:30PM]: Good to know, but we miss our favority kitty boy bestie here with us :(

As you send it to Yoongi, you can't help but hope he'll find a way to have a good time tonight. You wonder how things would’ve been different tonight if he was around. Would you still be lusting for Jimin while Yoongi’s with you? Or would your wicked thoughts have you wanting them both. You choose not to think about it more. In a distant city, Yoongi feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and quickly retrieves it to find a new photo message from you. Upon opening it, he sees a picture of Namjoon, Jimin, and you. While he would typically be thrilled to see a photo of all of you, an uneasy feeling creeps into the pit of his stomach when he sees Jimin kissing your temple. He decides to wait awhile until he’s more situated in his hotel room to respond.

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You tell yourself you can't continue to be around Jimin tonight. That's why you escape your two best friends and find yourself outside with Soohyun and Hwasa, navigating a makeshift haunted maze set up by DSP in their backyard. After making it out alive, the three of you decide to take a breather. It's during this moment of respite that Hwasa decides to address the elephant in the room. "So, when are you going to stop running away from Jimin tonight?" Hwasa speaks up, causing Sooyoung to gasp.

"Damn you, Ahn Hyejin, and your psychic senses!" You curse half-jokingly. Sooyoung, being candid as ever, chimes in, "To be fair, you couldn't keep your eyes off him earlier." "Honey is up to no good, it seems," Hwasa narrows her eyes at you, hinting at what she already knows about you and Yoongi, but not what's up with Jimin.

Afraid you might spill more than necessary with strangers potentially overhearing your conversation, you hastily excuse yourself, claiming you need to use the bathroom. You head back inside through the side door. As you scan the room, you don't spot Jimin anywhere, making you wonder if he's left for another party.

You’re kind of relieved you can finally breathe in peace.

You grab your phone from your bag to check to see if Yoongi had replied back to the photo from earlier, but you only see that he read it not long after you sent it. You don’t think much of it. Maybe he’s busy with the others that went on the trip with him. At the same time you feel a bit worried.

You make your way upstairs and locate a door that you assume leads to a bathroom. Jackson is standing in front of it, looking out of it. Is he high? You ask him to move, and he manages to shuffle away. In your haste, you swing open the door, slam it shut behind you, and make sure you locked it. However, once you turn around to look at your surroundings, you realize you walked into a bedroom, not a bathroom. Inside, you find Jimin sitting on the bed, holding a barely smoked blunt. The scent of marijuana hangs in the air, and the dimly lit room adds to the surreal atmosphere.

"Y/N?" Jimin's voice sounds both surprised and somewhat amused, his eyes glistening with the effects of the weed. He takes another hit from the blunt before carefully setting it aside.

God, you have no mercy tonight, it seems.

"I was trying to find the bathroom...but, um, I didn’t know you smoked weed." You comment, regarding him with a curious expression.

"Okay, well, I started smoking with Hoseok at the back of the house during the summer, but Irene didn't like the smell and told me to cut it out."

"Ah, I see." You acknowledge with a nod, the mention of Irene casting a shadow over your curiosity. Consequently, you opt not to probe further into the matter.

You remain there, gazing at Jimin, who returns your gaze intently. Although you momentarily consider fleeing the situation, for some inexplicable reason, you find yourself unable to move. Completely frozen in this moment with your best friend, trapped in what appears to be Matthew's bedroom.

Your attention dips to Jimin's rosy, plump lips, appearing irresistibly kissable. A dangerous impulse, stirred by the alcohol coursing through your veins, threatens to push you toward a regrettable choice. This isn't good.

"Did I finally win?" Jimin giggles.

"Huh?" You respond, your perplexed expression once again betraying your internal thoughts. What does he mean? Surely not what you're thinking…

Jimin's laughter deepens, whether fueled by the weed or your confused reaction, it's hard to tell. Abruptly, he rises from the bed, grabs your hands, and pulls you back onto the bed with him. You find yourself beneath him, your breath quickening. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, studying you with admiration.

"You've finally fallen under the 'Jimin effect,' huh? Did that birthday kiss really hit you that hard?" He teases.

"Ugh!" You groan, hiding your face behind one of your hands with your phone in the other hand, letting out a resigned sigh. "I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

"I knew it!"

"Okay yes! Fine! I've been thinking about it since the party!” You admit, embarrassed to hear your own voice say this to his face.

Jimin's eyebrows arch curiously as he asks, "What have you been thinking about?"

“...Wanting to kiss you again.” You mumble, your frustration apparent.

"Then why won’t you just do it?”

You’re caught off guard by this question. Why won’t you do it? What’s stopping you? Yoongi? You’re not dating him though. But was it ever established that you would be exclusive to each other? Your semi-intoxicated brain can’t remember what rules you two set in place.

Though, the more you think about your answer to Jimin’s question, the more you start to remember what Yoongi asked many nights ago. Your semi-intoxicated brain struggles to recall the boundaries you had set. You told Yoongi that Jimin was like a brother who can empathize with you, but is that really the case? What if you’re more afraid of acknowledging some underlying feelings, not just for Jimin but also for Yoongi and Namjoon? In an ideal world, you’d love to spend your life with all of them, but the harsh reality might not allow it.

“I-I don’t know…” You stutter.

"Well, do you want to do it again then…" Jimin speaks slowly, as if sensing that he, too, is hesitant about what he wants to do next with you. “...Darling?”

Your nod slowly, a bit hesitant, but still eager in your actions. Recalling Jimin's preference for explicit consent, you affirm, "Yes."

With that assurance, Jimin closes the remaining distance between your lips. The moment his mouth meets yours, it's as if a long-held tension is released. The kiss is soft, a gentle exploration of the warmth and tenderness that lies beneath the surface. His fingers lightly trace the contours of your face, brushing over your cheek and down to your jaw, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Your own hands find their way to his back, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his cape as you pull him closer.

Time seems to stand still as the world outside fades into insignificance.

Jimin's kisses gradually deepen, turning more passionate and fervent. The taste of his lips, combined with the lingering scent of weed in the air, fuels a heady desire that sweeps through you. Sour candy. It’s the only way you could describe it. Like the sweet citrus cocktail you saw him drink earlier that night.

His fingers brush across the sensitive skin of your neck and collarbone before he cups your breast in his hand. Jimin kneads your breast over the fabric of the dress for a moment before you help him free them. He breaks the kiss to swoop down and take one of your hard nipples into his mouth. Jimin swirls his tongue once before sucking the bud into his mouth and releasing far too soon. He plants a few kisses on your exposed breasts leaving you only wanted more.

He pulls you back to continue kissing and a soft moan escapes your lips muffled by Jimin's mouth. You can't help but think about your complicated feelings and the new questions that have surfaced. You're not sure where this will lead, but for now, all that matters is this. The sound of surrender to his advances.

“Touch me more…I want to feel you…please….”

Jimin pushes your dress up roughly and slides your panties down your legs discarding them over the end of the bed. He hungrily looks at you. Your whole body is itching for more of him. It feels like your whole body is on fire.

He brings his hand down, slipping his fingers inside of you. He moves slowly at first, teasing you like he always does. Although now, you are in a completely different situation than ever before. Your face contorts in pleasure as he changes speed, plunging his fingers in and out of your pussy with purpose.

Jimin finds your clit with the thumb of the hand deep inside you and you moan as he presses his thumb onto the sensitive area. His other fingers explore your walls, circling them softly and pushing ever so gently against them. You feel like you’re going to explode into a million pieces with each tantalizing motion of his fingers. He looks up at you as he giggles. He knows that he has corrupted you completely with his own fingers and there is no turning back now. You faintly get a sense of Deja Vu.

Your breathing becomes heavy as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster as the pleasure intensifies. As you feel you’re incredibly close to reaching an orgasm, suddenly, you hear your phone vibrate aside you. This sound catches Jimin’s attention.

His hand moves to grab your phone to see that a text message came in.

From Yoongi.

“Yoongi hyung?”

Your eyes immediately widened, panic setting in.

“J-Jimin! Give me the phone!” You yelp out despite your hazy brain continuing to bask in the pleasure of Jimin’s fingers. You know that while Yoongi's message might be harmless, you can’t risk Jimin stumbling upon your previous conversations with him. The consequences of that discovery are unknown, and you don’t want to find out.

"But I want to reply to Hyung!" Jimin protests playfully.

"N-No, I'll reply!" You insist, desperation in your voice.

Jimin's eyes shift from the screen to you, and he asks with a hint of suspicion, "So needy…Y/N, is there something you're hiding?"

His gaze bores into yours, and you can sense that he is more perceptive than you have anticipated.

Jimin's question hangs in the air, and you feel the weight of it pressing on you. Your hazy thoughts race as you struggle to come up with a plausible explanation.

He removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you on the brink of an orgasm with your pussy clenching around the air. The abrupt halt to the intense sensation leaves you breathless, aching for release, and a soft whimper escapes your lips as Jimin withdraws his fingers. His revelation, however, catches you by surprise, and you are momentarily stunned.

"I have an idea of what's been going on," He admits, his voice low and laced with a suspicious bounce in the tone. "But I want to hear it from you. What's going on with you and Hyung?"

Your mind races, torn between loyalty to Yoongi and the trust you hold for Jimin. Your immediate urge is to lie, but Jimin has known you for years, and lying to his face would hurt you and feel disrespectful towards him. On the other hand, you told Yoongi you wouldn’t tell anyone in the house and you wouldn’t want him to get hurt either.

Jimin's proximity makes it even more difficult to keep your secrets hidden. He leans in close, his warm breath against your ear as he whispers, "If you tell me, I'll keep going. If you don't, we stop, and we can pretend this never happened."

A part of Jimin thinks he’s going too far with this game, but after the break up with Irene, he knew immediately what he wanted. You. He spent far too long running away from his own feelings. If he keeps doing that, you will eventually leave his side permanently. He cares too much about you and doesn’t want someone else to pull you away. He is unsure if his Hyungs feel the same about you.

His offer hangs in the air, a tempting proposition. You wrestle with your thoughts, torn between loyalty, desire, and the need for honesty.

As if the current atmosphere isn’t tense enough, Yoongi proceeds to call you, which you identify by his customized ringtone.

Against all odds in this enclosed space, you respond.

“Jimin…you can hate me for this and I have my reasons for wanting this, but for the past few weeks…” You take a deep breathe before saying what you most likely will regret telling him. God, you need to pray that this will end well somehow.

“I’ve been sleeping with Yoongi.”

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tbc!!! a/n: i hope i left y'all wanting to learn more about what's going to happen. do you have an theories. i'd love to heart about them so lmk hehehe thank you all for reading! i had to post this just in time for halloween but i wanted it take my time fleshing it out for y'all before letting this work fly out. if you did enjoy, please interact however you can! reblog, like, share with friends!

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phantomtwitch · 10 months

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Electric Core/No One Knows AU

I meant to post this for some event, but never got around to it. Since AO3 is functionally down at the moment, I figured I'd share it in case folks are looking for something to read. It's kind of similar to 'As the Ice Begins to Crack' in terms of vibes (or at least that's what I was aiming for - I want to write more AUs in that vein, and I might expand more on this at some point).

Enjoy!

Tucker knows it’s coming as soon as the air shifts.

The differences are subtle at first. A faint whiff of ozone, a slight chill to the air as the wind picks up and sweeps the fall leaves into spirals over the ground, and then the hairs on his arms stand on end. Then comes the low-pitched hum, the hiss that sounds like electricity running through high-voltage cables, peppered with the occasional burst of static and awful whining as the air grows heavy and thick, the sky darkening even when moments ago the sun shone brightly above them.

Sam freezes next to him, her fingers clutching her milkshake tightly as her eyes dart from side to side, looking for somewhere to hide until they land on an abandoned house nearby. “Come on,” she insists, tugging at his hand.

“Sam, there’s no way that place is safe, it’s been condemned for years–”

“--and being out here with Phantom is?” she interrupts, and Tucker scowls, knowing that she’s right, but moving from one dangerous spot to another isn’t ideal. There’s nowhere else close enough to go, though, or at least not anywhere they won’t risk getting struck once the lightning starts, and he follows her with a groan and an eye roll. They’re on the porch when the first lightning bolt strikes the pavement nearby, making it explode and sending shrapnel flying that barely misses him and Sam, and thunder roars, painfully loud and close. He slaps his hands over his ears, trying to block out what noise he can, but his ears are still ringing when it stops.

Sam forces one of the windows open and climbs through, with Tucker following shortly after. The house is empty and covered in heavy dust that makes Tucker sneeze as they disturb it, the air almost as oppressive inside as it was out, and in the corner he can see signs of something rotting that he doesn’t dare approach.

The two of them stand at the window even though they both know better. When a ghost that is more an embodiment of the storm than the kind of vague, intangible figure haunting ghost stories becomes a common fixture in town, endless safety lectures and drills become the norm. Knowing what to do in the event of a thunderstorm is the closest the teachers can get to explaining the safety precautions that are necessary when Phantom is about.

He’s only actually seen Phantom once before, when Sam begged him and Danny to go on a ghost hunting trip back in freshman year on Halloween. Tucker wasn’t terribly interested in ghosts, but he was too old for trick-or-treating and not popular enough to score an invite to any parties, so he agreed. Danny did, too, but bailed at the last minute, claiming he felt too tired and sick to go with them.

Tucker tries not to think about Danny too much. The three of them haven’t spoken in close to six months, at least, drifting further and further apart despite his and Sam’s best efforts to stay friends their first two years of high school together. Most days he’s barely in class anymore, and when he is Danny is constantly tucked away in a corner, curling in tightly on himself, careful to avoid getting too close to anyone. Dark circles constantly ring his eyes, his expression hollow and skin too pale. Sam asked Jazz once before she went off to college if Danny was seriously ill and she denied it, even as it was clear something about him had changed since high school started.

“Do you ever talk to Danny anymore?” he asks suddenly, and the shift in conversation as they peer out the window and wait for the elusive Phantom to make his appearance catches Sam off guard.

“No. Does anyone?” she says, her tone resigned as another loud peal of thunder echoes around them, and Tucker swears he sees the house shaking. They argued a few times about what to do and what else to try, never figuring out a way to reach him.

“I guess not.” He turns back to look outside, rubbing his arms as a figure blinks into existence on the road. The features are hard to make out, as always, because of the bright green lightning that flickers across his form, making it nearly impossible to stare at Phantom for too long. His hair looks wispy and white, his eyes swirling pools of green amidst a heavily shadowed face, and his form is hazy and more like smoke or dark clouds in the vague shape of a person, yet there’s an odd solidity in the way that he moves at times, as if by far heavier and present than he ought to be in this inhuman state.

The words that come out when Phantom speaks next aren’t any language humans can hope to imitate, but it’s clearly a form of communication, the ear piercing whine and buzzing reminding Tucker of standing beneath high-voltage wires even as it rises and lowers in pitch and the rhythms shift. There’s an echo to the words, a way it loops through the air as if constantly caught inside a tunnel no matter where Phantom appears, and his voice gets under Tucker’s skin, prickling like static beneath the surface and making him rub his arms more fiercely than before.

Another ghost roars back, his voice full of snarling and hissing, the sounds animalistic even as there’s a mechanical clicking that accompanies it, and Tucker recognizes it and winces as he spots the strange robotic ghost flying in mid-air, green flames cascading down his skull and back, completely unhampered by the rain that is now beginning to steadily fall. The Fentons call him Skulker. The hunter ghost is infamous, stalking his ‘prey’ throughout Amity Park, although what particular creature ends up being his prey in any given week is often impossible to know until it’s too late. Mostly what he hunts are other animals and ghosts, and for whatever reason, Phantom has long been one of his favored targets.

But the ghost stands little to no chance against Phantom.

“Maybe we should get away from the window,” suggests Tucker uneasily as a green blast extends from Phantom’s palm, swirling with crackling green lightning as it lashes out at Skulker, and sparking arcs of electricity dart from it, sparking against a stop sign and dancing across the pavement towards their hiding place. Though no one has ever seen Phantom directly attack a human before, his powers are wild and dangerous, the lightning barely controlled.

And Tucker’s all too aware that just because no one has ever witnessed Phantom attacking someone before doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do it.

“No, I want to watch,” whispers Sam stubbornly as she peers through the window, but her knuckles are white as she grips the window frame. Tucker barely suppresses a sigh as he remains firmly in place. The things he does for his best friend.

His only friend, a quiet voice whispers, but he ignores it.

The fight is brutal, the ghosts barely visible as they attack each other, but the evidence of their fight is everywhere as green fire spirals, intertwining with the lightning amidst the rain. “It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it?” says Sam, the lights and shadows dancing in front of them, and he nods despite himself. It’s terrifying, inhuman. The Fentons’ say that ghosts are nothing more than imprints, echoes of post-human consciousness, but as he watches them fight Tucker realizes he’s never truly understood exactly what that means, if they’re spirits or souls or just the fading echoes given some unnatural life at the very moment of someone’s death.

“How do you think Phantom died?” he asks as Skulker slams into the pavement, the machinery smoking and his flames dwindling as the rain comes down harder, and Sam doesn’t answer, likely unable to hear him over the downpour and crackle of thunder. They watch as Phantom looms over Skulker, his indistinct form more monstrous than ever, and then he slams a fist into the machinery, his fingers sharp, black claws that spark as they dig through the metal frame and pull out a shimmering, shifting ghost, so tiny compared to the hulking frame encapsulating it.

The rain begins to slow and Tucker wonders for a moment what Phantom will do, if he will destroy the squirming helpless thing in his hands, but then there’s a soft whisper, the sounds that come from Phantom no longer sending chills down his spine but inviting comfort instead, of an odd sort of warmth and gentleness. The ghost–is it Skulker? Tucker isn’t sure–responds in a mewling, annoyed tone, but stops fighting back as Phantom pulls an odd soup like container from . . . Tucker isn’t sure, actually, just where Phantom pulls it from, but he flicks the cap open with practiced ease and sucks the small ghost inside.

“Isn’t that one of the Fentons’ inventions?” wonders Sam, and Tucker jolts as he realizes she’s right. He remembers seeing it once in one of the assemblies, but the device has rarely appeared in their arsenal since they created the portal guns to send the ghost back to their own dimension instead. “Think he stole it from them?”

“With the level of security they have around that place? Doubt it,” says Tucker. Though it’s been ages since he was last at the Fentons, their ghost security was aggressive enough that it would target sufficiently ecto contaminated humans by mistake, let alone a incredibly powerful ghost like Phantom. Tucker doubts they’ve downgraded their security since then, especially since the number of ghost attacks are only increasing. “Maybe he found it in the trash.”

“Maybe,” she hums, sounding doubtful, and it’s at that moment that the electric green eyes snap towards them, focusing intently, and although it’s too late both Sam and Tucker duck in a futile effort to hide.

“Shit,” hisses Tucker, and Sam shushes him, putting a finger to her lips, but it’s too late as the air in front of them crackles and flickers as a bolt of electricity impossibly strikes the floor in front of them, Phantom appearing within it, his arms wrapped around the thermos. He and Sam flinch as they curl in towards each other, Sam’s hand grasping his own tightly now as the two of them tremble, and he can barely stand to look at Phantom, the electricity arcing along his body too bright.

A hiss of static erupts, the same odd ghost speech as always, but this time Tucker understands it, hearing words within the noise even though that shouldn’t be possible. “You shouldn’t stay here,” says Phantom, the sparks around him diminishing, although now that Tucker can make out his features more clearly it’s almost worse as he opens his mouth to speak, sharp white fangs sparkling within.

“Well where else were we supposed to go with you out there fighting?” grumbles Sam, and Tucker stares at her in horror, unable to believe she would dare to speak to any ghost, let alone Phantom, that way. But the ghost lets out an odd sound, of echoing loops and trills and whirring, and it takes Tucker a second to realize he’s laughing.

“Fair. But this place is haunted,” he replies with a grin, “and the ghost that lives here doesn’t take kindly to intruders.”

“That’s–um–fine,” stutters Tucker, squeezing Sam’s hand tightly before she can utter another word as he forces himself to his feet. “We’ll, um, get going. And, um, thanks.”

The sparks stop running along his body, freezing at midpoints in a way that completely unnerves Tucker, as if the ghost is frozen in a photo instead of standing in front of them. “Thanks?” he repeats.

“For stopping the ghost?” he squeaks out. “And warning us about the, um, other ghost haunting this place?” His voice is so high that Tucker thinks he could sing soprano right now if Phantom asked.

Phantom continues to stare at him, saying nothing and remaining so still Tucker would swear he’s a statue, and eventually Tucker swallows as he grabs Sam’s hand and tries to pull her through the window, but she refuses to budge. “Sam,” he hisses, tugging again. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Not yet,” she insists. “Phantom . . . Are you . . . do you have a place to go?”

“I’m not a lost puppy,” he says, the unnatural stillness rolling off him with a wave of sparks. “And I can’t be near humans for long anyway. It’s hard to control the electricity, and dying from electrocution is a terrible way to go.” There’s a noise behind the words, an echo of long, awful scream that makes Tucker shiver and instinctively realize then that Phantom is speaking from experience, and for the first time it occurs to him that the noises that comprise each ghost’s individual speech aren’t half as random as he believed.

It’s the sound of their death, echoing for eternity, never letting them or anyone else forget. “Is that . . .” asks Sam, wanting to confirm it.

“Yes,” he says simply, and then there’s the sound of something breaking upstairs, a window smashing and shattering, and static prickles against Tucker’s skin. “You should go.”

“Right. And, um, bye, I guess?” says Tucker awkwardly, and finally Sam follows him out the window and back out onto the street. Despite the sounds upstairs, there’s no broken glass outside beneath any of the windows above them, and as he glances back he can see Phantom’s eyes watching, considering them carefully, before another bolt strikes and he vanishes in a clap of thunder, leaving Sam and Tucker alone once more.

#danny phantom #dp fanfiction #electric core au #creepy Phantom #I do not know why I always do creepy Danny fics as a Tucker POV #but here we are again #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#my writing #look i just really like Tucker

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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So I think I will turn that 70s music AU into it's own thing, but never fear! I will not leave anyone Goth Dreamless.

So two ideas about Goth Dream. The first one is that he's the local weirdo dad to Orpheus, a bright and friendly student. He's always wearing black on black with nail polish and hair so weird it'd put Robert Smith to shame. But he's known for being one of the kinder, more caring parents. He hand makes special treats for Orpheus's youth league football team. He organizes expansive birthday parties for his son's whole class and don't even get started on their Halloween party. He has the biggest house on the block and turns it into a veritable Halloween amusement park with giant skeletons and an elaborate haunted house. Doesn't help that he has real taxidermied bats hanging from his ceiling. All in all, while he's weird, he's a good father.

Robyn goes to the same school on scholarship and Hob works multiple jobs to keep Robyn in this posh private school. Him and Orpheus became fast friends when Orpheus invited him over while they waited for Hob to get off his second job. Unfortunately they forgot to mention that to Robyn's dad. Which led to Hob frantically calling his son, then showing up to Dream's house furious that Robyn forgot to mention his little excursion to a stranger's house. Fortunately Dream, in his black silk pyjama pants and well-worn and holey Bauhaus shirt, sufficiently charmed Hob enough to invite the two over for dinner. Then when the boys tired themselves out running around the property and fell asleep in Orpheus's room, Hob got to tire himself out on Dream's prick.

The second idea I had when browsing some memes and saw a Goth Girl Simp starter pack which is totally Hob. Not that he simps over Goth guys and gals specifically, just that he has a crush.

Dream is everything he isn't. He's tall, thin, and so fair it's almost like he's a fairy. He's effortlessly cool and mysterious, never deigning to speak more than a few words with most people. He's a regular at Hob's pub but doesn't do more than drink merlot alone in a corner booth. Occasionally he brings a date, but he's seen those relationships come and go. The last girl, Thessaly, got so mad at his lack of attention that she splashed her drink in his face and stormed out. Hob comped her drinks and Dream left shortly after paying for his wine.

Joanna laughs at the whole situation. In her experience, lots of people want a goth partner, but the magic fades when they take off their make-up and walk around and their pillows are stained with black hair dye. Hob is not deterred! He wants that stranger carnally. But how is he going to relate to him? The hardest album he has in his whole flat is a copy of Diva classics covered by some punk band. He didn't spend much time with the punks or metalheads in school and couldn't tell a Christan Death song from Sisters of Mercy. Jo laughs at him the entire way through as she helps him spike his hair and paint his nails.

Then comes show time. Dream comes in every day around 7:30-8. He comes around dressed to the Gothic nines with two glasses of red wine. He had Jo put some Stone Roses on the jukebox. He casually sits in the booth and tells him drinks are free if he cares to give a little of his time. Dream bursts out laughing. That horrid, donkey bray of a laugh deflates Hob's ego terribly. He gets up to leave, but Dream grabs his hand. He's never had someone try so hard to cater to his fashion sense. It's not needed as Dream had a crush on Hob, and well, a full night full of fucking wine drinking wasn't on anyone's to do list before tonight, but Hob can't complain!

🎸

I dearly, dearly love the idea of Hob simping for goth Dream in literally any scenario. It just brings me so much joy. Like, the image of Hob laying on the bed watching as Dream goes through the process of making himself up: litres of white foundation, powder, yards of black eyeliner in complex patterns, shining black lipstick, dozens of items of carefully selected silver jewellery, half a can of hairspray. Hob is obsessed with the entire process. And of course Dream is a lucky bastard who doesn't need to dye his hair, but can you imagine the day he finds his first greys? He's locking himself in the bathroom patching up every single spot of hair that isn't absolutely pitch black. Hob diligently helps and doesn't even complain about the fact that they'll never get the stains off the sink. He assures Dream that no, he won't have to shave it all off like Andrew Eldritch. It's fine, no one will even see which bits are dyed.

And Hob is just as much as a simp on the days where Dream’s hair is sticking out at all angles completely unstyled, and he's still in his pyjamas at 2pm. Hob still takes his job as Goth Boyfriend Appreciator very seriously, thanks very much. Arguably Dream is at his MOST goth when he's wearing Hob’s tracksuit down to the local tesco and having a silent battle with someone's grandmother over the last Danish pastry.

Also!! Goth dad Dream has captured my heart because!!!! Goth baby/child Orpheus!!!! In his little black outfits and spikey hair listening to Siouxsie and the banshees on Dream’s ancient ipod!!!! I am weak for it. And of course he's besties with Robyn, who has inherited his dad's love of Clannad and Fairport Convention. A match made in musical heaven, bless them <3

#🎸 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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holybananafuck · 6 months

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Blood Lust/d.r.w

Pairing: Au!Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Word Count: 1781

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+, mentions dui/massive accident, alludes to death, vampire danny, touching, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, soft intimacy, praise, unprotected sex (pls wrap before you tap!), self-inflicted wounds (not in a s/h way), blood consumption

PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY WARNINGS!

A/N: this is my first time writing where characters aren’t human! hope it turned out okay for the ending to gretaween! (granted a teensie bit late….)

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“Are you sure about this? It can’t be undone.” Danny asks as he sets up for the ritual.

“Yes, I know.” You nod, fiddling with the amulet hanging from your neck.

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Although he promised you owed him nothing, you wanted to pay Danny back for saving your life exactly one year ago today. The memory still foggy in your mind, the scars tattered along your skin would be permanent reminders of the day you almost lost it all. Coming home from a Halloween party, your drunk boyfriend insisted on driving home, taking back roads to avoid being pulled over due to his state of intoxication. He’d failed to slow down around a corner, flipping the car into a ditch. All you remember after that point is the loud ringing echoing through your mind and then nothing. You woke up inside of a cabin you hadn’t recognized surrounded by acres of woods, and a tall man who’d comforted you in a state of panic. He says it took you 3 months to recover, in which time you’d been reported as missing, until you never returned, pronouncing you deceased. It took you 2 months from that time to ask Danny how he saved you.

“I cut my finger with glass from the windshield and pressed it to your lips.”

You’d come to realize he wasn’t human, he was a product of something supernatural. He’s a vampire, and today you’d join him, allowing your love to flourish.

—

Danny lights fire to the sticks and logs laying in the fireplace before returning his attention to you.

“Y/N, you don’t have to. You know I’ll love you either way.”

“I know, but I want to. I want our love to be easier for both of us. Without you I wouldn’t be experiencing your love, for several reasons.” You walk towards Danny, dropping the amulet to your chest and placing your hand on his arm.

He pivots to face you, taking your chin between his index and thumb. He leans in, lips dangerously close to making contact, but instead he speaks.

“We should get ready.” He finally breaks the tension, pressing his lips against yours with fervor.

Danny grabs your hand and guides you to a blanket he’d put down on the floor.

“So, what’s the process again?” You timidly ask. You know the answer, but you liked hearing the words leave his mouth.

“We make love until you’re weak, and I nurse you back. Just like I did that night, except I need to taste your blood in exchange.” He grabs a knife from the kitchen and returns to your side, placing the knife on the floor beside the blanket.

His hands toy with the hem of your shirt, eyes searching yours for an unspoken answer, to which you silently respond. Danny brings your shirt over your head, dragging his fingers along the supple skin of your sides. Your chest sits naturally underneath the fabric, nipples growing hard in the temperature change. Danny lets your shirt drop to the floor as he cups each breast, rolling your tender nipples between the pads of his fingers.

“You’re ethereal. Truly a masterpiece I’ll never grow tired of…” His voice trails off, his lips connecting back to yours.

Danny’s hands smooth down your frame, catching his thumbs in the waistband of the shorts that were once his. He pulls them down past the wide of your ass, allowing them to fall around your ankles. He steps out of his sweatpants, the only article of clothing he’d been wearing.

“Come with me, darling.” Danny holds his hands out for you to grab as you step out of the shorts, letting him guide you towards the blanket.

He helps lay you on the blanket, allowing you to get comfortable before he joins you.

“C’mere, I miss you.” You reach your arms up and grab your fingers at him.

Danny brings himself to your level and lays next to you on his side. You turn to face him, tracing your finger up and down his ribs. His fingers dance along every feature of your body as if he’d never seen you nude, committing you to memory. Danny inches himself closer, pressing his bare chest against yours. His hand stops at your waist, pulling your groin against his, filling in the remaining gap perfectly. He’d grown harder just from innocent touching, the sight of you for his taking aiding his burning desires.

“You, my love, are everything.” Danny’s lips find their home against yours once again as he rolls you onto your back.

“I am so entirely in love with you.” Admittance rolls off your tongue. You’d been telling him you loved him fairly early on, but you never told him you were in love with him.

His face becomes even softer, almost tear-ridden as he pulls away to look into your eyes.

“I’m in love with you, too.” A smile stretches across his lips.

Danny inches himself down, allowing his head to rest against your sternum as he peppers kisses along the bottom of your breast. His hand gently massages the flesh on top, taking your nipple between his fingers. You rest one hand against his cheek, running your fingers along every edge of his structure, the other situated at the back of his head, rubbing his scalp. He sits up on his knees, adjusting your legs around him for comfort. Danny places his hand at your neck and traces his fingers down your chest and stomach, lingering above your center before removing all contact and restarting at your neck. He repeats this one, two, three more times before giving in to his temptations, allowing his fingers to brush against your aching clit. Danny slowly drags his fingers down and gently presses against your entrance.

“S’okay? Feel good?” He whispers, reading your eyes.

“Feels so good.”

Danny pushes two fingers past your entrance, leisurely working them in and out. A few stray moans escape your lips as you grow more wet under his touch and gaze. He places kisses down your body until his lips meet your clit. Removing his fingers, he places his hands on your stomach, holding you down as he tenderly pays homage to your bud. You rest your hands over his, wrapping them around his large palms, leaving crescent shaped marks on his skin.

“Danny, I need you to make love to me.”

“Patience is a virtue, my love.” He pulls away from his task, looking you in the eyes with his slick covered mouth.

“Waited long enough. Please?”

Over the last year he learned he couldn’t say no to you. If you wanted something, he made sure you had it. Luckily all you ever wanted was him, and he’d signed himself away to you the day he found you amongst wreckage. He vowed from that day forward to protect and take care of you, so protect and take care he did. The love of his immortal life.

“Anything you want.”

Danny brings his hand down to stroke himself, guiding his tip through your slick. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. You hiss at the stretch, but the pain quickly dissipates as you grow accustomed to him again.

“Easy, darling. Wanna make love to you.” He slowly rolls his hips into you until you can take all of him.

He lays into you again, resting his head between your shoulder and neck. Sweet moans and heavy breathing fills the air around you accompanied by the crackle of the fire. Your hands rub up and down his back, running your fingers over the dips at the tail of his spine. He places a trail of languish kisses along your jaw, pausing to make deep eye contact before reconnecting your lips. His hips start to move at an even pace, rubbing against your special spot with each stroke. You lift your legs higher, allowing him to fuck you deeper. One of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck, the other working its way between the two of you to rub your clit. Your walls start to flutter around his cock as his thrusts grow deeper and slower.

“That’s it, my love. You’re doing so good for me.” He presses the pad of his thumb harder against your aching bud, working tighter circles around you. You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling your face into his neck. You feel yourself start to unravel, each movement from Danny urging you closer to finish. His lips press feverishly against yours, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. The grip on your hair tightens as Danny nears his release, bringing you with him in his last final thrusts. You feel the room around you go dark, left without hearing or vision for a few seconds. In this state of nothingness, you feel Danny’s warm seed spill deep inside you, coating the inside of your swollen walls.

“Y/N, baby? You alright?” His tender voice slowly brings you back down to Earth.

All you can manage is a barely there nod. The scent of sex and fire settles in around you alongside the comfortable silence and sleepiness.

“Is it time?” You whisper into the open.

Danny looks over to the grandfather clock in the corner, dimly lit by the dying fire.

“3:33, just on time.”

Danny reaches to grab the knife and attempts to hand it over to you, but your movements falter.

“Tired, do it for me?” You whisper, completely fucked out and useless as you lay beneath him.

He reaches for your hand and drags the cool metal across your palm, immediately subsiding the searing pain with the softness of his lips.

“So sweet, angel.” He laps up every drop of you, taking in the warmth of your life. “Ready?” He kisses your fresh wound, sure to leave another scar on your well written skin.

“Mhm.”

Danny brings the blade to his palm, working a perfect slit across the taut skin. You watch the blood pool in his palm as he brings his hand toward you.

“Open, darling. We’re almost there.”

You weakly part your lips with your tongue, offering yourself to him. He presses his fresh wound to your lips, hissing at the sting of contact. The velvety, warm substance slowly drips onto your tongue. It doesn’t feel like blood pouring into your mouth, simply just a liquification of his eternal love for you. The taste of him becomes all-consuming, burning every inch of you as the liquid travels down your throat. You slip into a deep slumber, sure to wake up forever hungry for and belonging to Danny.

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gojosnympho · 1 year

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deal - j.wy

pairing: wooyoung x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, a little comedy, non-idol!au

word count: 3.3k

content warnings: established relationship, reader has a lot of dirty thoughts (it’s bad for her), pet names, mention of exhibitionism, mention of cockwarming, some thigh riding, unprotected sex (don’t), wall sex, clothed sex, choking (fem receiving), marking (fem receiving), creampie

synopsis: no nut november is hard, even when you think you can handle it.

playlist: touch my body - mariah carey

author’s note: let’s pretend i posted this on nov 30th and not dec 1st :). this one is fun! hope you enjoy 🥰

it all started on halloween, when you came home from mingi’s halloween party and you were ridding yourself of your halloween costume, wooyoung came up behind you and began planting kisses on the expanse on your neck.

“what are you doing?” you asked him as you removed your makeup.

“what does it look like i’m doing? i’m trying to fuck you.” he said in a “duh” tone. you rolled your eyes and turned around so you were looking at him. he looked so good you couldn’t lie, his cherry red hair and his tan skin but you were tired.

“we had sex this morning and yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and the day—

wooyoung cut you off because he knew you and he knew you would keep going if he didn’t, “i get it. but baby… you just feel so good wrapped around me and your moans are so pretty. can you blame me for wanting to be inside of you everyday?”

“you are so fucking horny. get a fleshlight and leave me alone.” you said turning back around to finish taking off your makeup.

wooyoung would never force you to have sex if you didn’t want to so he left you alone.

now in bed laying next to your boyfriend an idea popped in your head. you turned on your side to face him and tapped his shoulder. he took his airpod out and turned to you as well.

“november’s next month.” you said

“yeah? so?”

“well i was thinking, we should participate in no nut november.” even in the low light of your bedroom you could see the way his eyes almost bulged out of his head.

“you’re trying to deprive me of sex during my birthday month?!” he asked, a little too loud for it to be 1am, but you understood his shock. “you are an evil, evil little girl.”

“i just wanna see how long we can go before one of us gives in. whoever loses has to buy the other person whatever they want.” you explained and he sucked his teeth at you before mumbling a few curse words in korean.

“you know what? deal.” he held his hand out between your bodies to shake.

“deal.” you took his hand to shake.

day one.

today was easy, you were both satiated with all the sex you had the week prior. although it was weird, wooyoung not touching your butt when he walked by. or planting kisses on your neck at random times. or caressing your thighs when you were both engaged in a mundane activity. or not trying to fuck you to sleep. but also it was nice. you found other ways to be intimate that didn’t involve sex. like cooking together. or watching a movie without it ending up with both of you on your living room floor sweaty and out of breath. or dancing around that same living room to both of your favorite songs.

“no sex is kind of easy.” he said that night as you climbed into bed.

“told you.” you pecked his lips. “goodnight honey.”

day four.

you could admit, it was getting harder. yes you were only four days in but with wooyoung you barely went twelve hours without him inside of you. in an attempt to relax yourself and to quell your sexual urges, you decided you’d get out of the house to run some errands. you ended up at the mall because you’d remembered hongjoong’s birthday party was soon and you hadn’t bought an outfit for the occasion. you wandered around the mall for a few hours, forgetting all about the stupid bet you’d made. that was until you found your dress: black, his favorite color, and left little to the imagination. you bought the dress and walked out of the store with a smile on your face and evil thoughts.

“he’s gonna love this.” you said to yourself

day seven.

it’s been a week. a whole fucking week without him bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you until you were cumming all over him. a whole week without him buried between your legs. a whole week without his dick. you were losing it. wooyoung seemed to be keeping it together, keeping the touches he gave you short, sweet, and innocent. pecking your lips instead of sticking his tongue in your mouth when you kiss. hugging you without trailing his hands down your back to squeeze your butt. cuddling without pressing himself against you. once again, you were fucking losing it. but you couldn’t give in and let him win. you had to make him give in first.

hongjoong’s party was tonight. you’d wondered if your idea would work. would he really give in to your seduction or would he resist? your mind was everywhere while you got ready for the party. you did your makeup the way your man liked it, dark and sultry. your hair was in a sleek low bun. you slipped on your dress next and then admired your appearance in the mirror. if this doesn’t make him give in i’m fucked, you thought to yourself.

“hongjoong is gonna kill us if we’re late.” wooyoung said coming into the room checking the time on his expensive silver watch. he was dressed in all black too, typical. a black button up that was rolled up to his elbows, black slacks, and black chelsea boots. he completed the look with a silver chain that hung around his neck and all you could think about is the chain swinging in front of your face while—

“new dress?” wooyoung asked you, pulling you from your dirty thoughts about him. he was trying, and failing, to look at your face and not your body. maybe this would work, you decided.

“you like?” you asked him. you did a spin for him so he could see every part of you. facing him again you gave him an innocent smile, pretending like you didn’t know the effect you had on the poor man. you knew he couldn’t resist you, you didn’t know why you even doubted it for a second.

“i love it. you look beautiful.” he complimented you with a half smile. you wondered if his thoughts were plagued with dirty scenarios the same way yours were. you hoped they were. you hoped you weren’t the only one with these perverted ideas.

“i bought it for you…” you trailed walking over to him. you wrapped your arms delicately around his neck, “…i know black’s your favorite color.” wooyoung only nodded. you hadn’t been close to each other like this in a week. being this close meant sex would follow. you both knew that. you could smell his cologne with your proximity and fuck he smelled so good. just his smell alone was enough for you to flood your panties. it was embarrassing.

wooyoung cleared his throat, pulling away from you before either of you could break the bet you’d made. “we have to go.”

you frowned at the rejection but you couldn’t be mad at him, he’s just trying to win. you couldn’t take it anymore.

“okay. let me grab my shoes and purse.”

he nodded once more leaving the tension heavy room. as his footsteps descended down the stairs you groaned to yourself, plopping down on the bed to slip on your shoes. this was all your fault. now your boyfriend won’t touch you, you scolded yourself.

the car ride to the party was quiet at first. all that could be heard was the steady hum of the engine and the sound of other cars passing by. wooyoung’s grip on the steering wheel was tight and his eyes never left the road in front of him. usually when you played the passenger princess role, he’d have his hand resting on your thigh squeezing or rubbing it from time to time.

“can i turn on some music?” you asked him

“sure.”

you reached to turn on the radio, letting whatever generic pop song that played flow through the speakers. you hoped the song was loud enough to mask the sound of your erratic heartbeat. the sexual tension was so stifling it was almost uncomfortable. maybe wooyoung was struggling with this whole no sex thing the same way you were. maybe he’s just better at controlling himself than you are. maybe you’re the too horny one who needs to invest in a toy. your mind was reeling, thoughts of wooyoung pulling over the car and fucking you in the backseat or letting you ride him in the drivers seat or better yet pulling you into the bathroom at hongjoong’s party and fucking you there, were playing in your mind. your wound up mind hadn’t processed that you made it to the destination until wooyoung tapped your shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked you. were you that fucking out of it?

“yeah.” you replied with a nod of your head.

wooyoung helped you out of the car and you walked hand in hand into the party. seonghwa greeted you both with smiles.

“you made it! thought you guys would be too busy having sex.” seonghwa joked with you both and you wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. you and wooyoung looked at each other wordlessly trying to decide what to say to the white haired man. it was no secret to anyone that you and your boyfriend barely went a day without sex, you just wondered why today of all days did seonghwa have to make that stupid ass joke.

“shut up.” is all wooyoung muttered and grabbed your hand pulling you away from his friend.

“that wasn’t nice.” you told him as he pulled you along with him, your legs trying to keep up with him.

“he needs to keep his mouth shut.” wooyoung replied. you didn’t want to argue so you didn’t reply. no sex makes your sweet boyfriend mean, you noted. all the more reason for him to give in.

hongjoong sat with mingi and jongho on the couch. they were talking amongst each other until you came over.

wooyoung hugged his friend, “happy birthday, bro!”

“yes! happy birthday, hongjoong.” you said, giving him a friendly hug.

“thank you so much. thanks for coming.” he said. hongjoong looked between the two of you, noticing the way neither of you were all over each other like you usually are. on a regular day wooyoung would have his hands anywhere on your body you’d let him touch. but today wasn’t a regular day. “you guys seem tense. is everything okay?”

“great!” you both said in unison.

hongjoong, mingi, and jongho just nodded not convinced by your words but they decided to drop it for now. not wanting to pry in your relationship’s business. little did they know you were both just terribly sex deprived.

you tried your best to take your mind off of it by talking to his friends and other people you knew at the party but your mind kept drifting back to him. you needed to fuck him before you lost your fucking mind. every time you looked at him all you could think about is how badly you needed him. you didn’t care about the stupid bet anymore. fuck the bet. it didn’t take long for you to wander back to where wooyoung sat talking to his friends. they’d all gathered in the area speaking to one another in korean and laughing about something hongjoong did. you plopped down on his lap not caring that you may be interrupting. wooyoung, to your surprise, wrapped his arms around you.

“what’s up, baby?”

“i need to talk to you.”

“about?”

“woo, please.” you pouted

“i’ll be back.” he told the other men. you stood up and he followed after you. you led him to hongjoong’s bathroom and shut the door behind you. you took a deep breath speaking.

“i want to have sex.” you said to the man. he chuckled, throwing his head back in the process. once he stopped laughing he brought his head back up to stare you down.

“you want to have sex? when you’re the one who said we should do this?” he asked in disbelief. you sighed at his words. he was right. you were being ridiculous but you didn’t care.

“i know. but wooyoung i can’t do it anymore. i’m losing my fucking mind. every time i look at you i literally can’t think straight because i’m thinking about you bending me over and fucking me. i can’t live like this!”

he laughed again. it was a deep, guttural laugh this time. his voice rang off of the walls of the small bathroom you were standing in. you stood there as he laughed at you, arms crossed over your chest.

“wooyoung stop laughing at me.”

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry but i just knew you were gonna break first. i knew it. you’ve been pouting and giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes since friday.” wooyoung said, letting out another chuckle.

“it’s not funny, woo.” you whined

“i know, baby. you just need to get fucked, huh?” he asked you. he grabbed your hips and pulled your body against his. you were close to each other again. this time you were gonna get what you wanted.

“please. need it so bad.”

“need it so bad that you pulled me away from my friends to get it. couldn’t even wait until we got home. naughty girl.” he tsked at you. “but you’re gonna have to wait.” he kissed your temple and then left you in the bathroom, hot and bothered.

“i’m going to kill him.” you said to yourself. so much for getting what you wanted.

the rest of the night was miserable. your pussy throbbed helplessly in your panties and every time you squirmed beside him, wooyoung gave you a knowing smirk. never had you ever felt this insatiable. and it was all your fault. you tried to be present in the moment, engaging in conversation with his friends but you couldn’t. your mind was imagining more dirty scenarios that you couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried. thoughts of him bending you over the couch and fucking you while everyone watched or letting you cockwarm him with his friends being none the wiser or him sticking his hand up your dress and touching your wet pussy.

“____.” wooyoung called your name, pulling you from your dirty fantasy.

“hm?” you asked him, pretending like you weren’t just thinking dirty things about him for the umpteenth time today.

“ready to go?” he asked you. his hand found your thigh and it took everything in you not to moan at the light touch.

“yes.”

as soon as you got home, wooyoung pushed you against the wall. he placed his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. you hadn’t been kissed like this in a week. you felt your knees buckle beneath you because of how weak he made you. while he kissed you, his thigh found its way between your thighs. you rubbed your clothed cunt against it, moaning at the stimulation. your pussy hadn’t been touched in a week either so just this had you gushing, probably wetting wooyoung’s pants.

“i want your dick in me, woo. please.” you whined impatiently.

“let me see how wet you are for me first.” he pulled his thigh away from your pussy and used his hand to replace it. you were completely soaked through the thong you wore tonight. he rubbed your pussy gently, listening to all the soft moans that escaped your lips.

“oh you’re nice and wet. you’ve been horny all day haven’t you?” you were too turned on to be embarrassed by his comment so you nodded with no shame. because it’s true. this morning you woke up with nothing but throbbing between your legs. “let me fix it.”

the sound of him undoing his belt and zipper had your pussy gushing even more. he hiked up your dress and pulled your ruined underwear to the side. he slid his dick through your folds to tease you, both of you moaning at the feeling.

“look at me.” he said. you looked up at him and as soon as you did he was pushing inside of you. you gasped but your eyes never left his and his never left yours. “you’re so tight, damn girl.”

“you’re so big.” you replied. wooyoung chuckled staying still inside of you. he kissed you deeply as he began to move. you gasped again, taking your eyes off your boyfriend to look down between your bodies where he was basically splitting you open.

“i said look at me.” he grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at him again. “i like watching you fall apart.”

“you’re so fucking nasty.” you said to him through the grip he had on your cheeks.

“shut up and take it since you wanted it so bad.” wooyoung said, his hand drifting from your cheeks to around your neck. he squeezed it and you tried so hard to keep your eyes on him like he’d asked. really you did. but you couldn’t. between the way he was fucking into you and his new found grip on your throat you couldn’t help it when your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“you don’t listen.” is all he said before he started pounding into you, fucking you until you were screaming. he looked at your face, the way it was screwed up in pleasure had his dick twitching inside of your messy pussy. wooyoung pulled your dress down in the front so he could watch your tits bounce while he rammed into you.

“choke me harder.” you said, fluttering your eyes open to look at him again. his hips stuttered because of your words but he kept up, still fucking you as tears fell from your eyes because of how good it felt. he wrapped his hand around your throat tighter and you moaned. your pussy clenched around him and his hips stuttered again.

wooyoung took the initiative to hoist you up on the wall. now your thighs were wrapped tightly around his waist while he continued to pound into you. he was hitting your spot so deliciously with this new position you were seeing stars. wooyoung buried his face in your neck, leaving hickeys on the soft skin. you wished you had enough sense to mark him back but you were so far gone now the only thing you could focus on was getting your nut. you were so close, teetering on the edge. wooyoung pulled away from your neck and placed a sloppy kiss on your lips that matched the sloppy strokes he was giving you.

“gonna cum inside you. would you like that, pretty girl?” he asked, but he already knew the answer. he just wanted to hear you say it. asshole.

“please, woo.” you said. you were so fucked out and you were sure the makeup you spent an hour putting on was ruined. but neither of you gave a fuck. “please cum inside me.”

almost instantly he was flooding your insides and his warmth had your orgasm coming soon after. wooyoung pulled out of you and held your trembling body against his, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you calmed down from the orgasm that just ripped through your body.

“i’m never going a week without fucking you again.” you said, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder.

wooyoung chuckled lightly in your ear before speaking, “because you lost you owe me a gift.”

you popped your head up to look at him, you’d forgotten all about the stupid bet.

“dammit. what do you want?”

wooyoung put you down on the ground on your still shaky legs before he pondered what he wanted from you. he looked you up and down seemingly lost in thought.

“how about you give me two more rounds tonight and we’ll call it even.” he stuck his hand out for you to shake just like he’d done a week ago when this whole thing started. “deal?”

you took his hand to shake, “deal.”

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afewproblems · 7 months

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Season Two Halloween AU Part Eight

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Part Seven

As always, thank you thank you to the lovely Jess @strangersteddierthings for letting me brainstorm and send spoilers!

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Eddie pulls gently on the strap of Dustin's safety goggles, trying as much as he can not to snag his curls in the process.

Almost everyone is decked out in their make-shift protective gear, with bandanas over their mouths, swim goggles --hell, even an old diving mask that Lucas found in the Byers basement. Mike won the painters mask, even though it's slightly too big on his little face.

When Eddie asks if all of this is really necessary, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike all glare ferociously at him before shouting over top of one another about how the Upside Down is toxic and that Will had been lucky last year, and to stop being an idiot.

Eddie looks to Max who shrugs and pulls down her own swimming goggles over her eyes.

"Don't look at me, I'm new here remember?" She mutters, walking towards the pile of various items the kids brought with them. She grabs a pair of rubber gloves and tosses them at Eddie who manages to catch one while the other falls limply into the dirt.

"They went in full body suits last year, on oxygen, to save Will," Dustin adds, his voice slightly muffled by the floral scarf wrapped around his face, "as little exposed skin as you can, it isn't safe".

Eddie can't help but picture the last Sci-Fi pulp story he read in a zine with government conspiracies and men in yellow suits investigating supposed 'crash sites' in the desert.

He shivers and pulls his own black bandana from his back pocket to put on.

Steve hasn't moved since they parked and hauled everything out of the van for their descent.

He sits in the sliding side door of the van with his head between his knees and the bat between his hands. Steve had insisted on coming with them, despite the fact that he'd only just managed to stop vomiting about five minutes ago and the nausea is still kicking his ass.

Stubborn idiot.

Eddie shakes his head as he turns back to Dustin to find the kid has wandered closer, standing right beside him now.

"He's dating Nancy," Dustin says quietly, tipping his head towards Steve as surreptitiously as he can.

Eddie freezes at the words and tries to keep his face blank in the way he's seen Steve do, he's not sure he's managed it but the way Dustin rolls his eyes.

Eddie opens his mouth to respond, with what he isn't sure of given the chorus of shitshitshitshitshit playing on a loop in his head.

Dustin beats him to it.

"But Mike told me they've been fighting lately, if it helps?"

Eddie just stares, his mind running a mile a minute, his eyes search Dustin's face for any hint of malice or disgust. But there's nothing.

"You don't…care?" Eddie says slowly, softly, he looks around to the other kids to see if anyone else is listening.

They all continue to argue and bicker over the equipment except for Max who has walked over to Steve to hand him a pair of rubber gloves. She leans down and tilts her head to look at Steve who still hasn't moved from his position in the van door.

Dustin shrugs, "why should I? I know what people say about it, but you protected us, you stayed," he looks at Eddie with fierce blue eyes, "bullies talk a lot of shit about other people for what they like".

"And you're not bad Eddie, you're good, just like everyone here".

Eddie blinks trying to ignore the tightness in his chest at the words and the sting behind his eyes.

'You're a good kid Ed, that's all that matters,' Wayne had told him the day he came out. 'And I'll love you no matter what'.

So that was at least two people who didn't think he was the town 'freak' -- but a stubborn image of Steve's expression that night by the pool comes to mind as he vehemently argued against being scared of Eddie during the now infamous Halloween party.

Three people then.

"If it helps, he wouldn't shut up about Dallas after he and Nance watched the Outsiders last year so," Dustin shrugs again, this time with the slightest teasing grin.

Eddie is overcome with such a strong feeling of fondness for the kid that he reaches out and pulls Dustin into a one armed hug that's really more of a headlock than anything else. Eddie takes off Dustin's hat to ruffle his hair before putting it back on and tugging it down over the kids eyes, he snorts at the squawk that Dustin makes in response.

"Dallas huh?" he says with a grin before clearing his throat, "I've always been more partial to a pretty boy myself".

He laughs as Dustin pushes him off muttering under his breath, "everyone's obsessed with relationships," which only makes Eddie laugh harder.

Maybe it's the hysteria of the situation, maybe it's the exhaustion loosely wrapping itself around his hands, but in this moment Eddie lets himself push away why they are standing in the middle of this field in the pitch dark, and lets himself reach out for what was previously impossible.

He claps Dustin on the back and tips his head towards the rest of the party getting ready.

"How distracting can you be?" Eddie asks in a low conspiratorial voice.

Dustin frowns, his eyes dart from where Max is struggling to pull on a second blue rubber glove after getting the first one on to where Steve is finally managing to sit up in the van, pulling on the gloves Max left him with, and rolls his eyes again.

"Yeah, yeah, you get five minutes," Dustin drops his voice slightly, and if it's an imitation of Eddie barking orders at the kids earlier, it's pretty good actually.

Eddie huffs and sends Dustin a wink before turning on his heel and making his way to the van.

Steve has managed to finally sit up properly and in the moonlight it appears that the green caste to his face is also gone. He looks up as Eddie approaches, and sends him a wane smile.

"How you feeling?" Eddie says softly. He crouches down on the balls of his feet so he and Steve are at eye level and reaches out for his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. It's as though a dam has burst ever since he was able to gather Steve in his arms in the van, he can't stop reaching out for him.

"Like my head has a pulse," Steve answers after a moment, "kinda how it felt after Jon cleaned my clock last year, but worse".

He shrugs and gives Eddie a small smile that stretches his split lip until a small bead of red appears, Steve winces and swipes his hand over the cut, "I'm kinda hoping it doesn't become a yearly thing, you only get so many concussions ya know?"

No Eddie doesn’t know, but he was also never a jock, dodging elbows, or balls, or apparently monsters in the woods on the regular.

He looks back at the kids, only to see Dustin pointing at the watch on his wrist; even in the dark Eddie can read Dustin's expression.

Hurry up.

Eddie swallows roughly and turns back to Steve, who doesn't move his gaze quickly enough to hide his own stare.

The wistful pinch of Steve's brow is still there, plain as day, and it cements Eddie's decision.

He leans closer, close enough that his nose is nearly touching Steve's own.

"I need to tell you something, and I need you to let me get through it because we don't have a lot of time, okay?"

Steve blinks once, his wide hazel eyes search Eddie's face as he slowly nods, his mouth opens but Eddie reaches up and presses his palm to gently cover it.

"You caught me off guard before," he whispers quickly, before Steve can move the hand on his mouth, "when you told me about your Nonna".

He sees Steve's eyes go even wider and feels him freeze under his hand, but he has to keep going.

"And I thought, you couldn't possibly be saying what I thought you'd were saying, I couldn't--"

Eddie forces himself to meet Steve's gaze this time, as though he could simply transfer his thoughts directly, save himself the embarrassment of trying to make the words come.

He takes a deep breath in, releasing it slowly through his nose.

"I couldn't let myself hope, not then".

"But when I thought you were dead on the floor, that Billy had broken you into a million pieces and we would never be able to put you back together again and I realized," Eddie moves his hand now, letting it travel along Steve's jaw, to the back of his head. He swipes his thumb along the crest of Steve's cheekbone and tries not to let the way the other man holds his breath deter him.

"That I might not get another chance to be that person your Nonna told you about, if I didn't tell you how I felt".

Steve blinks again and Eddie halts, letting go of Steve completely as he watches the wide hazel eyes grow shiny in the moonlight.

Oh fuck.

Steve's nose flares slightly with how rapidly he's breathing and his mouth opens and closes in quick succession as he seems to struggle to find the words to respond.

"I--"

"Steve! Eddie!" Mike calls out from behind them, "we are running out of time! Let's go!"

Eddie curses under his breath and whirls around; Mike stands at the edge of the cavern, his hands on his hips in a similar position to one Steve held earlier, the painter's mask pulled up to reveal the irritated frown on his face.

Dustin has his own face in his hand but looks up soon enough to offer Eddie a resigned shrug.

He catches Max watching the exchange with curious eyes, her face tilting between Eddie, Dustin, Mike, and Steve, but he can't think about that now.

Not with Steve pushing himself up from the van on unsteady legs, he brushes past Eddie, reaching up with a shaking hand to pinch his nose.

Eddie darts a hand out to catch Steve's elbow, halting his path.

Steve lets him.

Eddie takes a step closer, wracking his brain, trying to figure out what he could have said to make Steve so upset, had he read him wrong after all, had he overstepped somehow?

"Steve," he says softly, his grip on Steve's elbow is loose but steady as he pulls him closer.

Steve doesn't turn to look at Eddie but he doesn't move away either.

"What the hell is the hold up assholes!" Mike barks out again and Eddie lets himself throw a dirty glare at the kid, which Mike merely rolls his eyes at.

The attitude on these kids.

Mike does eventually turn, pulled by Dustin, back to the rope that Lucas is securing to the nearby fencepost, hopefully distracted for long enough to let Eddie figure this out.

But before he can say anything, Steve is pulling himself away from the grip on his elbow, “Eddie--”

"Please,” the word falls out of his mouth, desperate, louder than he wants, “please Steve, just, promise me we'll talk”.

Steve turns his face slightly, just enough that Eddie knows he sees him.

His eyes are no longer wet, but still red rimmed, his nose slightly pink, the same way he looked that night at the halloween party sitting on that rock in the dark.

“Okay,” Steve whispers into the night air, quickly and quietly before he presses forward.

Eddie lets him go, his empty hand drops limply at his side as he watches Steve make his way back to the kids. He snatches an unused pair of goggles from the nearly empty pile on the ground and checks the post where Lucas had secured the rope.

Eddie watches from the sidelines as Steve seamlessly moves back into Babysitter mode, and while some part of Eddie is relieved at this, he can’t help but miss the way it felt to hold Steve, to put him back together again.

Even if it was just for a moment.

Part Nine Now Up!

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qwertycake · 8 months

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more qpr fluffy squishy platonic writing prompts! wahoo!! part two!!! :)

Same disclaimer applies as my first post - these are aro- and ace-spec centric, may only work for shortform fiction, and feel free to tweak them to be less specific/more specific to specific characters.

Specific is a weird word lol

Anyways…

“We both get caught out in the rain and wait out the weather under the same shelter, and either we’re meeting for the first time or we have a nice excuse to hang out together” AU

“You annotate a book for me and I annotate it right back for you, and we keep passing the book back and forth until its a mess of affectionate scribbles that we keep on the coffee table” AU

"It's hot outside and you love the heat but I hate it and you're being stupidly nice and sweet to me while I'm a grouchy mess" AU

"I can teach you how to play this instrument if you stop DISTRACTING ME by looking so ENDEARING AND INFATUATED" AU

"Keep Talking And Nobody Explodes" AU

"We're both too tired to take care of ourselves because of sickness/work/school/whatever but we immediately find the energy to take care of one another via making tea and grabbing blankets" AU

"We trade clothes for Halloween and do terrible impersonations of one another" AU

"We have a bunch of unfinished craft projects between the two of us and decide to just... finish them all in one day... 24 itty-bitty hours... oh boy..." AU

"We recreate a terrible low-budget movie together" AU

"On Valentine's Day, we decide to make a bunch of garlic bread and cake, and buy each other flowers in the colours of our respective aro-/ace-spec flags... and then the day after, we buy all the chocolate that's finally gone on sale" AU

“I teach you how to do make-up because for one reason or another you’re unfamiliar with it” AU

“Fake dating and having dramatic break ups over silly things in public for shits and giggles” AU

“So, the world might have just ended… so guess who has two thumbs and a bunker that desperately could use a roommate?” AU

“We’re made to play seven minutes in heaven at a party and after a few awkward minutes of silence we both decide to just order a pizza or something while we wait out the seven minutes” AU

“Hey, you can dance, and I can’t, teach me— no, I don’t care that I’ve got two left feet, teach me!” AU

“We’re both artists, maybe of different skill levels, and we decide to draw/paint/make art of each other” AU

“I’m a night owl and you’re more of a day person, so whenever we stop texting because you have to go to bed, I’m stuck laying awake thinking about you Please Enjoy Waking Up To A Bunch Of Messages” AU

“I’m a day person and you’re more of a night owl but I struggle to fall asleep because I’m stuck thinking about how lucky I am to be your friend Hey I Think I Could Stay Up For An Extra Ten Minutes” AU

“We’re both nervous about going to the gym alone so we try going together… but neither of us have the guts to get out of the car so we just go for a walk or something instead” AU

“You’re super into sports and exercise and I’m just getting into it but you hype me up so I’m less nervous about getting started” AU

“I bake a whole bunch, you cook big meals… at the same time of day - our kitchen is chaos” AU

“It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re hanging out at a party and everyone’s speculating that we’re gonna have our New Year’s Kiss together but the New Year comes and we just do a weird handshake” AU

“Non-Fatal Hanahaki Disease AU where we’re some of the few people who don’t experience it because we’re content with whatever non-romantic thing we have together… but we both have hay fever and are very annoyed by the constant barrage of flower petals around us and have to tell our friends to Please Stop Crushing On The Random Barista At Starbucks It’s The Third Time This Week You Are KILLING US” AU

“We’re both alien test subjects who’ve never met before and have to try and plan our escape - bonus points if the aliens are specifically testing for something like amatonormative like All Humans Fall In Love and we’re the black swans of the research since they apparently abducted Only Romantic Allosexuals Aside From Us Somehow” AU

“It’s midnight and you show up on my doorstep unannounced after a long while of us drifting apart, what on earth happened?” AU

“We’re both capable of granting wishes - you’re the monkey’s paw and I’m the guy who’s stuck remedying all the messed up things you have happen to people What Is Wrong With You” AU

And finally…

“I’m laying on the couch at a party drunk/high/exhausted/whatever and you’re looking after me, having only met me that night - I proceed to ramble about how embarrassed I’ll be when I’m older and think back to how I made a fool of myself in front of someone I wanted to be friends with really badly… but luckily for me, you’re flattered that I think you’re super cool” AU

#certified qwertycake moment #writing prompt #writing #au #otp prompt #imagine your otp #platonic otp prompt #brotp #aromantic #asexual #aroace #arospec #aspec #acespec #ace #qpr #qpp

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ask-sibverse · 6 months

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T1D Reader- Halloween Party (Bad Sanses X Reader)

I was hoping to get this out yesterday but shit happens. Halloween costume probably looks like this. Honestly while doing Killer and Horror is so much fun, this time it's Dust's turn.

Note to self: never underestimate Killer's persistence. When that skeleton wants something he can be incredibly stubborn about it.

And what he wanted was for everyone to get a "day off" to celebrate Halloween. Why? You weren't sure at first until you noticed all the sexy costumes pulled up on his computer.

Note to self: never underestimate Killer's persistence. When that skeleton wants something he can be incredibly stubborn about it.

And what he wanted was for everyone to get a "day off" to celebrate Halloween. Why? You weren't sure at first until you noticed all the sexy costumes pulled up on his computer.

But you agreed to come along, if only to keep Killer out of trouble. Cross seemed to agree for a similar reason, although you weren't sure why Dust came along. Horror was staying home, which made sense. A party would probably be hell on his sensory issues.

Killer somehow managed to talk you into a fairly revealing "witch costume." You were just hoping it wouldn't be too cold in the AU you were going to, although Killer probably wouldn't register it was too cold for you.

Lazy ass usual, Dust was just using his knife as a "serial killer" costume. Killer used one of those axe headbands and (probably, hopefully) fake blood to be a "murder victim." Killer, asshole that he is, picked out a cow costume for Cross that was *immediately* denied, and the former royal guard ended up wearing a soldier costume instead that Killer complained was "so boring."

You all went to a surface AU, obviously, because monsters underground did not know about or celebrate Halloween (honestly you wondered if some monsters found the holiday insensitive.) A neutral AU, one with some tension between monsters and humans, but nothing so bad a couple monsters couldn't attend a Halloween party.

Once arriving you remembered one reason you never went to parties- alcohol. You never drank, couldn't figure out how to manage it and your diabetes. You'd heard how you behaved low was how you would act while drunk, but different sources said to bolus for it or not bolus. Some said you'd spike, others said you'd drop, it was just too unpredictable for your tastes and not worth the risks. Killer respected that, sort of, after telling him "no" several times. You... Really couldn't tell if Killer was *actually* drink or just liked acting drunk. Dust seemed to have a beer or two himself while Cross was with you in the "100% sober" category.

At least the food was good. The host had fun making "spooky" snacks that were still recognizable enough for you to dose correctly. At least it was human food, monster food still needed a whole other layer of guesstimating.

Somewhere later into the night you grabbed Dust and dragged him into a dance. Maybe the atmosphere, maybe your outfit, but something had you tired of being a wallflower and wanting to *do* something. You weren't an amazing dancer but you were at least coordinated enough to avoid tripping over yourself or Dust. It wasn't a Dancetale so your skills weren't that important anyways.

It wasn't long before Dust's face was flushed, whether from exertion or something else you weren't sure. The skeleton often kept to distance attacks in fights and teleported everywhere, so you weren't sure.

Even still, seeing him blushing made you feel... Something. You were *definitely* feeling bold tonight because before you knew it, you leaned in and kissed him.

You've kissed other humans before, but kissing a skeleton was such an incredibly different experience. Despite your lips being pressed directly to teeth, it wasn't uncomfortable at all. Honestly, it felt amazing, even more so when Dust's mouth opened slightly and oh stars okay ecto tongues felt *great.*

You both ended up off the dance floor for a rather steamy and handsy makeout session that had both of you flushed and panting afterwards. Dust grinned at you. "Wanna continue this back in my room?" You nodded eagerly.

Dust got Cross to tear a portal home for you both, although he was staying behind to make sure Killer got home eventually.

The two of you barely made it to Dust's room before he was making out with you again, tearing at your clothes with a passion and energy you hadn't seen in the lazy skeleton before. Honestly, sex with him was incredible.

And totally worth the look you got from Nightmare the next day. And the teasing from Killer.

(I know you guys probably want the sexy times, but honestly diabetes + sex is something I had planned for it's own one shot, so pls be patient. If you have any prompts or ideas for T1D, shoot me an ask!)

#t1dreader #bad sanses x reader #dust sans x reader #sans x reader #dust sans #bad sanses

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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habits

an: idk what this was about but i had to write it so here

pairings: yuuta x fem!reader

warnings: no shibuya/culling game but still sorcerer au, all characters aged up, reader is a healer like shoko, some vol 0 spoilers, smoking mentions, cigarette mentions, food/eating mentions, alcohol mentions, anxiety mentions, fluff, slightly suggestive, lowercase intentional

word count: it’s longer i don’t have the energy to figure it out

jujutsu high is quite pretty during autumn. trees display glorious leaves of red, orange, and yellow. the air is crisp and clean, accompanying each breath in the early morning and late evenings with a misty cloud.

this time of year makes you just a little nostalgic.

you've been out of high school for a few years, now fully immersed into the jujutsu world of sorcerers. even though you don't have any classes to attend to, you can't help but think back to the memories you have when you step onto the campus.

raking leaves with maki, class parties with the rest of the group, and even a halloween celebration with kyoto in your third year. of course, that wasn't as fun considering yuuta was out of the country. but those memories are something you hold close, especially right now.

for some reason, october has brought an onslaught of issues and curses. everyone, including the higher-ups, have been taking trips, sometimes back to back. you usually stay on campus, but they have been desperate lately. in the past week, you've been gone twice. once out of the country, and the other on an overnight trip to fukuoka. you're thankful, though. today you, as well as many of the other sorcerers, are back on campus.

you feel a little excited when you walk down the path towards the main building. you haven't seen a lot of your colleagues for weeks, let alone all at the same time. come to think of it, it's probably been a month since you saw gojo.

your hand aches a little as it wraps around the cold metal door handle, another reminder that summer is long gone. you take a deep breath and hope that you don't run into a higher-up and get sent away again. the uneasy feeling that worked its way into your stomach disappears when you see a familiar face.

"if it isn't the famous yuuta," you tease when he walks through the opposite door. "where did they send you this time?"

he takes a few steps toward you and grins. "europe. how about you, miss 'i prefer to stay on campus'?"

you roll your eyes and nudge him with your shoulder before you walk side by side down the hallway. "i got to stay in japan, thank god. i think we deserve a raise."

yuuta smiles sweetly and holds the door open. his very overworked hand pats you on the head as you enter one of the meeting rooms. "wouldn't that be nice."

you sigh in defeat before plopping down on the couch next to inumaki, who gives you a kind, but very tired smile. "what about you, toge? where did you go?"

he shakes his head and signs to you, clearly annoyed. i went to kyoto. you give him an apologetic smile. "did you go alone?" he shakes his head and points towards the back of the room, where panda enters in. panda waves to you quickly. "is toge still annoyed?" inumaki turns around quickly to flip his friend off.

yuuta laughs, for what you assume is the first time in days. you can't help but smile. his laugh is so sweet, so bright. every technique you could use could never beat the healing power that his laugh and smile bring.

"man, i don't miss high school at all. but i really miss not being this tired all the time." yuuta complains. panda hums in agreement. a group of first years pass by the window, animated and talking with excitement, probably about all the excitement these past few weeks.

"do you think it will be this hard for them?" you mumble, light fear in your voice. yuuta's hand rests on top of yours. your heart flutters a little.

"probably. but," he murmurs, thumbs typing quickly on his phone. he locks it and stands up. "they'll be prepared."

"where are you going?" panda looks over his shoulder when yuuta opens the door.

"i have to meet maki by the training field to help with the first years. i'll see you guys at lunch." with a quick glance to you, yuuta shuts the door with a wave. you groan and stand up as well, panda and inumaki follow you. before you can invite them to breakfast, you get a message from shoko.

i need your help with a couple students, if you have a second.

sending a quick on my way! you bid goodbyes to your friends and head toward the clinic.

the walk is short, but you decide to give yourself a little more time to get there. shoko didn't say anything about it being urgent after all.

each part of the path before you causes small snippets to appear, foggy depictions of your memories playing out like movie scenes before you. near the greenhouse, images of inumaki filling up a watering can while laughing at panda move by the faucet. up a few more steps near vending machines, you watch as a memory of megumi and nobara appear, counting their change and shouting at yuuji for some more coins.

the next part of your walk is special, you only tell your very favorite students about this spot.

during your second year, you discovered a back way to the clinic one day when you were late. the path is filled with trees that change with every season, beautiful benches, and the best part of it all; a small, barely visible pond. it's nothing special, but you continued to stop at the little spot whenever you felt stressed, anxious, or just needed a break.

giving into the nostalgia, you decide to spend just a few moments there before you start your work day. dew coats your shoes with each step through the grass. the closer you get, a very recognizable smell fills your senses.

cigarette smoke.

you know it isn't shoko, considering she is waiting for you at the clinic. pushing the guilt of your absence aside, you peak around the bushes that cover the alcove and see someone standing there in a dark sweatshirt, small clouds of smoke swirling above their face with each exhale. in your surprise, you start to walk backward to get a better view of the mysterious person. as you turn to walk back to the path, attempting to just forget it, you bump into a bush. the rustle of the bushes gets the figure's attention, and you whip around to get a glimpse of who it could be.

pushing the hood of his sweatshirt back, yuuta turns around to look at the source of the noise, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock. you gasp and so does he, both looking at each other with a mix of confusion and surprise. yuuta's eyes flick down to the cigarette dangling in between his pale fingers and lets out a nervous chuckle.

he looks at you with a smirk and raises his opposite finger to his mouth. through the rustle of the trees, you can hear a faint shhh, before yuuta takes another drag.

the entire morning is a blur. after apologizing up and down to shoko, despite her assurance that it wasn't urgent at all, you feel terrible.

you also could've avoided yuuta and his habit he clearly wanted to keep secret.

and since you’re thinking about it, he lied. the first years passed by your window, dressed in regular uniforms, clearly not headed to do any training.

feeling terrible, you grab reports for shoko and debate bringing it up or just leaving it alone. you've always been close to yuuta. hell, you were the one who showed him that spot in the first place. the night he got back from africa you took him there, hoping to give him a break from the constant stream of attention and flood of questions he was getting.

the two of you went there often when you were younger, hearts racing and cheeks warming up at the thought of being alone.

"everything okay?"

shoko's voice causes you to jump a little bit, spilling the contents of a patient file on the ground. "y-yeah! i'm totally fine," you lie through a smile. she raises an eyebrow at you and shakes her head.

"doesn't seem like it. how about we talk while you help me clean this up, yeah?"

you set the file down on her desk and follow her, once again debating your options. the two of you work in silence for a few minutes, until you finally figure out how to bring it up.

"say, you have a friend. a-and, you care about this friend a lot. and, one day you learn something about them that you didn't know," you ramble, wiping the same spot on the counter over and over. shoko watches you with a smirk on her face.

"do you bring it up? or do you just let it slide, and forget about it?"

shoko reaches for the rag in your hand and nods towards the stool next to you. you have seat.

"if you are close with this...friend," she looks you in the eye, but you don't meet her gaze. "i would just bring it up. i'm sure they wouldn't mind."

you nod, and without any more discussion about the topic, the two of you finish cleaning up. patting your lab coat for your phone, you realize it's almost lunch time.

"you go ahead, i'll catch up with you later. i need to finish running these reports. i'll see you later."

you agree and head out the door, panicking a little at the very short walk you have to the lunch room. you only have a couple minutes to make your decision.

"didn't know you were sucha' snoop," a voice dripping with sarcasm comes behind you, and you freeze. a smirking yuuta comes to your side. there goes the time i had.

"i am not a snoop," you stop walking. yuuta stops in front of you, chuckling when he turns to face you.

"fine, out with it," he sighs as the same long fingers from this morning push back his hair.

"when did you start?"

motioning you to walk with him, he takes a few steps forward.

"right when i got back from africa," he starts, grabbing your hand to wrap around his arm. you walked like this frequently when you were younger, but you don't remember being this flustered. his bicep is now much bigger, the muscle warm against your palm. "i ran into shoko after you took me to the spot while she was having a smoke outside. i asked her if i could try, and then i just never stopped after that."

you hum and look up at him. his eyes look a lot more tired than they used to, the dark bags more vivid against his light skin. he continues.

"i felt some sort of relief for the first time in years. i started to join shoko whenever i felt a little overwhelmed or anxious, and here we are."

you'll never forget how stressed yuuta was when he got back. the amount of pressure he was under should never be felt by anyone, let alone a teenager. you had always wondered how he did it, how he always seemed so cheery despite everything that was expected of him.

you shake your head and laugh. "i can't believe i never smelled it on you,"

he laughs as you approach the dining hall. "i usually do it at home, or whenever i'm alone. now that i'm teaching more i try to not do it on campus."

you poke him in the side. "wouldn't want the students to see the real okkotsu sensei," you tease. yuuta clicks his tongue.

"i'm sure they would love to hear about when you got drunk at the christmas party our third year."

you scoff. "i wasn't even drunk, you liar." you lie. he opens the door for you. walking into the empty mess hall you mumble. "i was just tipsy."

the two of you are the first ones in there. "you were blushing that night. you only get that cute blush when you're really drunk,"

the two of you skip over the fact that he called you cute.

"give a girl a break, yuuta. i won't tell anyone about your habit," you look over the menu for the day. "speaking of, who else knows?"

he comes up behind you, so close that you can feel his breath on top of your head. you can't help the thought of what he would taste like, kissing you after taking a long drag.

"inumaki, shoko," he lists. you nod. "i won't tell anyone, promise."

after the two of you grab your food, more staff and students begin to fill the room. the two of you eat in silence for a few moments, watching everyone bustle around.

"would you like to try?"

you think for a second, unsure if you actually want to or if you want to take the opportunity to be alone with him. before you can decide, you look up at him.

"sure, why not. being around shoko as much as i have, my lungs are probably used to it by now anyway," yuuta looks into your eyes for a moment. "how do you know i've never smoked?" he smirks to himself.

"what's so funny?"

right before maki joins your table, yuuta chuckles. he gives you a sweet smile, before saying something that does not match look he gives you.

"a good girl like you? doubt it."

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x you #yuuta fluff #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu fluff #yuuta okkotsu #jjk fluff #jjk imagine #yuuta imagine #yuuta scenario

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ronance4everbrainrot · 8 months

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Since I've read some of my other incorrect quotes stuff I wanted to make another one with the adults so

Stranger Things incorrect quotes generator (feat. Robin+ the Adults, +Bonus)

Pt. 18

Murray and Robin

Murray: Give me everything you’ve got!

Robin: All your friends secretly hate you.

Murray: Wait, what?

Robin: I’ve got anxiety.

(Oof. I feel that)

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Murray, texting Robin: Text me when you’re home safely.

Robin: I’m home dangerously.

Murray: Stop it.

Robin: I’m home lethally.

(Just some more modern AU fun)

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Robin: You know me, Murray, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters?

Murray: What?

Robin: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

(she is really nice. But she would fight you if you insult one of her friends)

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Robin: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess?

Murray: Your life?

Robin: I- well yes, but-

(More like my room. It's very messy. And oof)

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Murray: Look, Robin, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

(well a lot is happening rn so let her be)

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Robin: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Murray: Please never become a surgeon.

(I think she'd hate it anyway)

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Murray: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Robin: Okay?

Murray: …

Murray: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

(You know. The longest he has not told her how wrong she was, was only 5 minutes)

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Robin: You know what I’ve realized?

Murray: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Robin: Nice try, anyways-

(he is getting tired of telling her she's wrong lol)

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Robin: Don’t trust everything you see on the internet.

Murray: Pfft. What possibly nonsense could come from the internet? Oh. Did you know that the Earth is actually flat?

Robin: *Takes away Murray’s phone* Yeah, that enough for you.

(omg no. He has discovered the false conspiracy theories. This is gonna take a bit of arguing and debating with Robin to get him back to reality)

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Robin: Awww, why don't you like cats, Murray? They're just snuggly buddies! They have toe beans! They make a little blep! What's not to love??

Murray: I don't know Robin, I just prefer to be conscious instead of dead on the floor.

Robin:

Murray: I'm ALLERGIC.

(Robin is a golden retriever that loves cats. You know the black cat, golden retriever thing. And Nancy is the black cat that loves dogs. You know with Max's dog. Love that scene)

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Robin: I love you.

Murray: How many people have you said that to?

Robin: Everyone.

Murray: What?

Robin: I told everyone that I love you.

(After she got officially adopted, she loves to say she loves her dad, again. Also her dad and Murray would have gotten along well. Because I say so)

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[Karen and Robin]

Robin: I have an idea.

Karen: A good idea?

Robin: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

(Robin in that Halloween story)

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Robin: Please, Karen, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.

Karen: I’m sorry Robin.

Robin: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.

Karen: It has to be done.

Robin:

Karen:

Robin:

Karen: *Places +4* Uno.

(just some game night with the family playing Uno. And Robin thinks Karen doesn't like her because of that)

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Karen: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

Karen: Ask me to kill for you.

Robin: ...First of all, calm down-

(Oop, that escalated quickly.)

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Karen: Why don’t you go talk to them?

Robin, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Karen: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Robin: They could hear me.

(Robin accidentally mentions she has a crush, while they had a little party with the party)

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Robin, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Karen: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

(Robin drank a bit too much and stayed over)

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Robin, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Karen: Ok, I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while.

Robin: But I’m having fun!

(I feel that. I am it. It is me)

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Robin: You know, you were right.

Karen: About what specifically? Because I’m right about a lot of things.

(Probably about the game)

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Robin: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, Ted is walking in this room.

Karen: *wheeze*

(I don't know how dinosaurs are an insult but ok. Just wanted to bring Ted in for the transition)

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[Ted and Robin]

Robin, handing a balloon to Ted: I have no soul. Have a good day!

Ted, walking off: I don't have one either.

(I mean that man is literally Ted. That is what he would respond)

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Ted: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing their name to Robin.

(Robin annoys him every chance she gets)

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Robin: Guess what I'm about to get!

Ted: On my nerves.

(yes)

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Robin: :)

Ted: >:(

Robin: Turn that frown upside down!

Ted: ):<

Robin: Not sure what I was expecting...

(Me neither)

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Ted: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.

Robin: I photosynthesize with this.

(she knows big words but she just says stuff like that to annoy him lol)

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Robin: Go big or go home!

Ted: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

Robin: I'm going big!

(he just wants his peace. Poor Ted lol)

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Robin: I’m serious! They’re watching me! They’ve even got an agent following me! Don’t you believe me?

Ted: Look, it’s not that I don’t believe you… It’s that I don’t believe you and I don’t care.

(he doesn't care. And he doesn't believe her. He is just annoyed)

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Ted: Knock, knock.

Robin: Who's there?

Ted: Boo!

Robin: Boo who?

Ted: Why are you crying?

Robin: I'm not crying.

Ted: Hello notcrying, I'm Ted.

(He wanted to annoy her back once and pulled a dad joke since his kids hated them. But jokes on him. She also makes dad jokes they bonded over it somehow. Just a little bit)

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Robin, holding a scooter: Ted! Can I go outside and play with this?

Ted: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?

Robin, running outside: Thanks Ted!

Ted, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

(omg. He does care)

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Ted: What do you want for breakfast, Robin?

Robin: Gay Cheerios.

Ted: I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING FRUIT LOOPS THAT!!

(Ted is not homophobic. He just doesn't give a fuck. Any Robin just loves to annoy him. Also he doesn't really yell or scream he just says it with a very frustrated voice. Also Holly picks up on Robin's jokes and also calls them gay Cheerios. She just likes to copy Robin)

(lol just realized gay Cheerios is basically the Unholy Trinity from Glee. Love them)

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[Joyce and Robin]

Joyce: *Turns on the kitchen light*

Robin: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*

Joyce: It’s four in the morning.

Robin: Turn the light back off.

(this is funny. Also Robin couldn't sleep so she went to the kitchen eating one of her comfort foods. ✨🥖Bread🥖✨)

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Joyce: Robin, can I ask you a question?

Robin: Sure, anything.

Joyce: Why don't you go back to your own house and leave us alone?

(Robin wants to steal Will lol. Like in the last one. And when the Byers moved back she was there a lot with Murray tho.)

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Joyce: We all have our demons.

Joyce, grabbing Robin: This one’s mine!

(trying to steal her son)

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Joyce: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall?

Robin: His cats' names are Walter and Rose.

Joyce: That's not what I asked.

Robin: That is all the information I have.

(The Byers visiting Robin in her new apartment)

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Robin: Can we get a birthday cake?

Joyce: It’s not your birthday.

Robin: The cake won’t know!

(Robin wants a cake for the little apartment tour/party)

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Joyce: Robin, why does your bucket list have ‘Die’ on it?

Robin: So I can die feeling at least a little bit accomplished.

(Joyce noticed it in Robin's bedroom when she was looking around. Also oof. But smart. I need to write it down)

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Robin: Don’t mansplain this to me!

Joyce: Wh- I’m a woman! I can't mansplain anything to you!

Robin: …Well, I’m a feminist, and I believe a woman can do anything a man does!

(I just found the quote funny)

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Robin: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held.

Joyce: Are you okay.

(talking about the time with the Russians)

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Joyce: Life could be worse, Robin.

Robin: Life could be a lot better too!

(so true. So true)

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Joyce: How would you rate your pain?

Robin: 0/10. Would not recommend.

(yeah. Like not at all good 👎)

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Robin: If bees can be fish and boys can be girls, then why can't my mom love me?

Joyce: I thought I was going to have to yell at you, but now I think I should hug you.

(yes Qvq give her a hug)

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[+Hopper]

Robin, to Joyce: If you see Hopper, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Robin: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Joyce: oh, and Robin said to give you a message.

Joyce: *makes a neutral face*

Hopper: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

(he's seen it a lot when he was at Murray's... The reason is still unknown 👀)

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Hopper: Nothing feels better than winning Monopoly. Not love, not sex, not free pizza, nothing!

Robin: I’m sorry, have you tried pizza?

Hopper: Yes, and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friend’s eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate.

Joyce: I like you.

(jopper UwU yay. Also oof and yes same)

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Hopper: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm Bisexual right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Robin:

Robin: I like you.

(omg Hopper is Bi 👀 is that why he is at Murray's 👀)

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Hopper: What are you drinking?

Robin: Vodka.

Hopper: Straight?

Robin: No, gay. Why?

(Gay vodka ✨)

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Robin: School sucks.

Hopper: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.

Robin: What are jobs like?

Hopper: They suck.

(Oof. Depends. But yes)

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Robin: *sighs*

Hopper: You bored?

Robin: Yeah.

Hopper: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Robin: I thought you’d never ask.

(they love drama. Also they just annoy the others with puns)

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Robin: Anyone down to take couples counseling and see at what point the therapist realizes we barely know each other?

Hopper: Idiots to lovers, 20k words, angst with a happy ending.

(omg maybe he definitely was reading AO3 in the other incorrect quotes. Also I would love to read something like that)

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.

Hopper: Which one? I have seven.

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

Hopper: Ah. You have Robin.

Robin, distantly: HEY!!!

(he loves her tho. He is just as loud and annoying when they start making puns)

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Robin: I’m so tired.

Hopper: Did you get to bed late?

Robin: No.

Hopper: Did you do something strenuous?

Robin: No.

Hopper: Then why are you tired?

Robin: I’m alive.

Hopper: Sounds exhausting.

(Ah yes. It is)

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Robin: How would you like your coffee?

Hopper: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Robin, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

(he has a big heart)

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Robin: I have a 1:30 appointment.

Hopper: Which doctor?

Robin: No, I want the regular doctor.

(They are always trying to get each other with a joke. It's like an ongoing war. And if someone gets tricked the other gets a drink or a snack. Like a little prize)

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[The Sinclairs]

*Sue is casually searching around the room*

Robin: Hey Sue, what’re you looking for?

Sue: My will to live.

*Charles walks into the room*

Sue: Oh, there it is.

(Love this)

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Sue: Hey, are you okay?

Robin: Yeah.

Sue: You don't look okay...

Robin: Then stop looking.

(Her mother is being a bitch)

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Sue: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Robin?

Robin: No.

Charles: I do!

Sue: I know, Charles.

Charles: I’m sad.

Sue: I know, Charles.

(Sue and Charles always talk about their feelings. They are a healthy couple and good parents)

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Sue: Are you alright?

Robin: Short answer or long answer?

Sue: Short?

Robin: No.

Sue: Long?

Robin: Nooooooo.

(Lol. Also why. What happened? 🥺 also she finally talked about her emotions)

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Sue: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Sue: I'M GOING TO K-

Charles: I did?

Sue: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Charles.

Sue: *walks away*

Charles:

Charles: They're gone Robin.

Robin, coming out of the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

(Robin loves bread. Also Sue would have said the same to Robin. But Sue also loves bread. They bond over that.)

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Robin: One time I went to hand Sue a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

(omg yes be careful. Soup could be bad and not good soup 👀)

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[Ronance]

Nancy: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Robin!

Robin: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

(Nancy finally confronted Robin about Steve and Robin came out to her lol. Idk)

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Robin: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

Nancy: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Robin: I don't know, surprise me!

(I hope it was the first option)

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Nancy: So you like cats?

Robin: Yeah.

Nancy: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

(like I said before. Robin loves cats)

(also this is just all just Nancy trying to flirt with Robin since she came out to her)

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Nancy: My hands are cold.

Robin: Here, let me hold them.

Nancy: My lips are cold too.

Robin: *covers Nancy's mouth with their hand*

(Nice try Nancy nice try. But maybe something a bit more obvious)

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Nancy: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Robin: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

(oof. Well I guess you just need to straight up tell her if she doesn't get this l)

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Robin: I'm trash.

Nancy: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Robin:

Robin: You smooth motherfucker.

Robin: And yes it does.

(omg it finally worked. Also that was smooth)

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Nancy: I feel like doing something stupid.

Robin: I’m stupid, do me.

-- (bonus from the Generator)

Nancy: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Robin: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, Mon amor.

(and well the rest is history. Robin speaking in different languages is like the same thing when Careless Whispers is playing for Nancy (if anyone still gets that joke. I don't know who made it)

--(another Bonus from the Generator)

Nancy: Stop doing that.

Robin: Stop doing what?

Nancy: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

(🥺)

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Nancy walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Robin, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Robin, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

(Oh god. This is why she can't have coffee. Who gave her that)

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Robin: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Nancy: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

(Woop. Damn. But you would be crazy if you'd say no)

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Robin: Two bros!

Nancy: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Robin and Nancy, in unison: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

(two bros. Sitting on a tree. B e i n g g ay )

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Nancy: *Holding up a pack of pencils* These are kinda cute.

Robin: Nancy, that’s gay.

Nancy: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

(I wish)

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So that's the end again. Hope you enjoyed it.

I kinda wanted to add more of Sue and Charles, but there weren't any good ones.

Also here is the other one with the adults if you haven't seen it. There is the context to some of the jokes I made.

Bye and lots of love ✨💕💖✨💖💕✨

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