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neptuneiris · 11 months

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cardigan (01/03)

you drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleedin'.

pairing: modern!aemond × best friend reader!

summary: being in love with your best friend since high school becomes a strong and unavoidable feeling. until it starts to become more difficult when you get to college and the two of you, especially him, meet new people.

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hello! i'm very happy to include myself also here with fanfics of aemond, our husband:) this is my first post here on tumblr and i have many more planned. also english is not my first language but i'm still learning. without further ado, enjoy!

Being in love with your best friend for a long time is one of the most beautiful feelings but also one of the most heartbreaking.

Especially if the feeling is not reciprocated.

Even though he and you are very different in some ways, like he's the extroverted person and you're the introverted one in friendship or he comes from a rich family and you've always been the scholar in everything, you still have a lot of things in common.

And that's why you're both best friends.

Even when you met him in high school, in the most prestigious school in King's Landing, you being a scholarship student obviously, you would have never imagined that there were those things in common between him and you.

Until the history teacher asked for a team project of two and you ended up paired with Aemond Targaryen.

You felt it would be the death of you the moment the most popular and richest boy in the whole school focused his eyes on you for the first time by identifying you as his partner.

Already some girls were making cruel comments to you every time they looked at you in the hallways or in the classrooms about not being on the same level because you didn't have money like all of them.

And now teaming up with Aemond Targaryen himself for a History project, you thought, would be unbearable and insufferable.

He was popular. Exaggeratedly popular.

Popular with all the girls because of his good looks and they made comments about how much they wanted to date him. And you understood them, because Aemond's appearance could not simply go unnoticed.

Tall, white skin, distinguished features and incredible long platinum hair. But more than anything else, his sapphire eye caught the attention.

Where his left eye should have been, it was replaced by that precious sapphire jewel. While her other untouched eye was a beautiful lilac color.

And even with that look he didn't push people away nor was he intimidating, on the contrary, the sapphire was what attracted people around him, especially girls.

The favorite of all the teachers, he was the most handsome, popular and richest in the whole school, a lover of parties, reading, piano and sports.

They said he was kind and a good person, but you were suspicious. You thought he must be arrogant like most of the rich students in that place if he was the richest student of all.

And if he was nice to you, surely it must be to keep up his appearance of the nice popular guy that everyone loves and wants as a friend.

But how wrong you were…

As you and Aemond made progress on the project until you finished it and handed it in to the professor, you realized that he really is a nice guy.

Still, you were left in doubt, thinking that possibly by the time you finished the project, he and you wouldn't have to spend any more time together and he would ignore you.

But your surprise was great when in History class, which was the only class you shared together, he started sitting next to you, had a conversation with you, and you did a few more team assignments at his request.

And yet you were still suspicious.

Until one day when you were putting away a few books and notebooks in your locker, the same group of girls that always bothered you showed up again and started with their cruel and mocking comments.

You were used to them, what you weren't used to was being made fun of more openly in public. And just when you felt you were about to start crying in the middle of it all, just making the situation worse, without them stopping teasing you down the hall, Aemond appeared.

It was only enough to place himself in front of you in protective way, with a serious and cold look, to then speak to them in a deadly tone if they were already finished.

The surprised and bewildered girls didn't understand at first why he was so defensive about you.

"Stop bothering her. I don't want to see or know that you did it again."

Those had been the simple and last words enough for him to address to the group of girls in the middle of the hallway and then grab your shoulder and start carrying you away from there along with him.

And from there it all started.

You and Aemond started getting to know each other better and spending time together as friends. He even started inviting you to lunch with him and his friends in the cafeteria.

And as a result of that you discovered a common taste for reading, as well as musical tastes, series and movie sagas or genres, until you became best friends.

The friendship continued after graduating from high school and after applying to the same university until today. Aemond decided to follow the same path as his entire family and chose a career in management, while you chose a career in psychology.

After you both found out that you had been accepted to King's Landing University, Aemond started talking about how he would now rather have his own apartment near the university than choose a residence hall or a fraternity.

And you decided, because of the scholarship, to have to choose the residence hall.

The problem was that you would have to be paying monthly to keep your room, not too much but the money you were getting from your parents wouldn't be enough and you weren't willing to ask them for more.

So you mentioned the fact that you would have to get a part-time job near the university so it wouldn't be complicated and everything would be in your favor.

But Aemond, absurd, told you that it was not necessary, neither the job nor the residence, to later tell you that you could be his roomie and live the dream of living together, like every wish of two best friends.

"Have you lost your mind? How will I be able to live with you, Aemond?"

"Well, as normal, like you live with your parents, but now the two of us together in an apartment."

He explains with all the simplicity in the world, as if it was no big deal, while you look at him completely distrustful and absurd.

"No, Aemond. You're not—

"I've already got it all planned out, okay?"

He interrupts you while he takes a bite of his green apple and continues leaning casually against the kitchen counter of his house.

"Helaena helped me find a very good apartment near the university, it has everything necessary with two bedrooms and two private bathrooms," he explains, "I already talked to the agent, I'll go to see the apartment this Thursday, you can even come with me to tell me what you think and probably a week before we enter the university I'll pay what it costs and it will be all mine."

"You will pay what it costs?" you repeat in shock.

"Yeah," he answers you with all the simplicity in the world.

"Are you actually going to buy the apartment?"

"Yeah," he answers now confused, "Didn't you hear everything I said?"

"But I thought it was a rent, not a purchase."

"What? No. I'm going to buy the apartment, I don't want rent."

He makes it clear to you and now you stay completely silent, watching him even with that slight surprise and also still feeling how absurd his proposal of living together is.

In fact, this is very Aemond Targaryen.

It shouldn't even surprise you that he can afford something like this, obviously because of his rich family. But still, you're not like him in that aspect and that's why you're surprised.

"In fact I want to speed up the whole process, I don't want to be at the last minute arranging everything when we're already going into class. So go tell your parents the news and pack your things."

You let out a long breath, running a hand through your hair.

"No, Aemond, I…" you bite your lips, speaking in a soft tone, "I really appreciate you wanting to do this with me but I can't pay you to live together in an apartment that probably costs more than I do. The residency for the scholarship will be charged to me at a low price and—

"And who said I want you to pay me?"

He interrupts you in a serious tone, looking at you in the same way and you look at him incredulously.

"Well, in some way I have to pay you, don't I?" you ask him, "The apartment will be yours, you're the one who paid for it and I can't live there with you for free."

"Y/N, you are my best friend and I am not going to charge you when you know I can pay for it."

"You can't pay for electricity, water and everything without me giving you money in return, Aemond."

"I don't need it. I'm asking you to live together because I really want us to live together, isn't that what you also told me it would be amazing to do together?"

"Yes, but not like this and you know it," you answer with some sadness.

That Aemond is the one who pays for everything so you can live together comfortably only makes you feel like you are taking advantage of him and useless, but obviously you will never say that to him.

Aemond gets very upset when you refer to yourself in a bad way. And even though he's offering you this because he really wants you to do this together, he still makes you feel bad for not contributing anything.

"Hey Y/N," he says and then starts to walk around the bar towards you, "It's okay, really."

And soon enough when he reaches out to you, he pulls you into an embrace as you continue to sit on the stool and he stands in front of you.

His big strong arms lock you against his body protectively as you bury your face in his chest and his fingers begin to gently stroke your hair.

His clean, fresh scent envelops you completely, only making the embrace more pleasant. And you allow yourself to feel close to him and melt in his arms.

You allow it even though you feel more and more that strong feeling that you wish you didn't feel so much but up to this point it's unavoidable.

"How about this? I'll do everything I told you while you take care of the food and laundry."

He asks you with a certain excited tone, and a small smile on his lips as you pull away from each other just enough, without breaking the embrace, just so you can both see each other's faces.

And you are still not very sure, and not because you don't want to do it, but because you still don't think you have much to contribute, which he notices.

"Don't you want to be my roomie?" he asks you now with a sad and disappointed tone, "Don't you want to watch movie marathons and series with me, eat unhealthy food and stay up until four in the morning?"

You inevitably let out a small laugh at the mere thought of them being wonderful plans.

"And watch those Egyptian documentaries you like so much?" you add.

"Those and also watching the whole Harry Potter saga, although I don't understand your obsession with those movies."

"Now that's why my answer is no."

You both laugh softly and then he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead to lock you in his arms again.

And now you are both here.

It's been months since you both moved into his apartment together and you took into account Aemond's words to convince you and make you feel good about living together.

While he takes care of everything financially, you take care of doing both of your laundry, cleaning the apartment, paying the HBO account and buying the food, although sometimes he also buys to make a special meal that he likes.

All while fulfilling college and also plans to stay home together some weekends watching documentaries, movies or series until four in the morning.

It has been very rare the time you have gone out partying together, mostly because you are the one who prefers to stay at home instead of going to parties.

But when Aemond wants to party, sometimes you go with him or sometimes you don't, just as he also sometimes accompanies you on your movie weekend or sometimes not.

College has been tough, neither of them will deny it, but they've managed to get through their respective careers and so far being roomies has been wonderful.

And of course, even though your respective career departments aren't close, even in your areas you've heard your best friend's name.

You both just got into college and he again became a well-known and popular person, while you have only made three real friends, Aileen, Sara and Ryan. But despite this, Aemond never forgets his best friend any more than you forget him.

As if you could.

And everything is going great so far.

It's already getting dark, you can see it through the big windows of the apartment, listening to music on your phone while you finish preparing dinner for you and Aemond who shouldn't be long in coming.

He had texted you an hour ago saying he would have a two hour class and would probably be a little late, so you do this for him while singing and humming your favorite songs softly.

You finish serving everything on the plates when you hear a message notification. You leave everything ready on the bar, wipe your hands and pick up your phone to look at the screen, reading a message from your friend Aileen.

[Aileen Herron]: party on saturday?

You frown and are about to answer her message with a no when you hear the sound of the door opening in quick motion and then you see Aemond walk in with a huge smile on his lips and a completely lit up face.

"Hello, pretty one."

You smile with an accusatory look as you stop the music and put your phone back on the bar, watching him carefully.

"Now what's wrong with you? Your two-hour class was amazing?"

He lets out a snort as he throws his backpack on the couch and takes a seat in front of you on one of the stools.

"I wish. It was so fucking boring."

"So why are you smiling like that?"

And again her smile appears, only this time a little more subtle but still excited.

"I have a date."

And that's when again, like every time this happens, you feel your heart shrink and start to break a little bit more with each time your best friend lets you know news like this.

And not wanting to appear false, just as you don't want to show that his words hurt you, you maintain as best you can that genuine smile you put on when he arrived at the apartment so happily.

"Oh really?"

"Yes," he answers you excitedly, "It turns out that when I got out of class and said goodbye to my friends, I was heading to the parking lot when a girl bumped into me…."

And there comes the part where they both apologize, then they start talking, they both start flirting and at the end they exchange numbers.

"She's so pretty, her name is Alys."

You bite your lips and nod keeping the best face you can while this time you start walking around the kitchen and he continues talking, not being able to bear to see his face any closer as he tells you about her.

"She's also studying management so it's more perfect, only she's three semesters ahead of me."

You clear your throat, pouring some soda for both of us.

"So she's older than you."

You say trying not to sound distant and disinterested, to which Aemond shrugs his shoulders at your question.

"Three years is nothing."

You nod, taking a sip of your drink, starting dinner.

"And when is the date?" you ask without looking at him.

"This Saturday. I'm taking her to my mother's favorite restaurant, the one I took you to once, remember?"

Again you nod, feeling a little more that little sharp pain in your chest, but you pretend that nothing is happening and that you're just… happy and excited for him.

"Well, you'll tell me how it went."

You try to smile even a little in his direction and at this he just smiles a little more.

"I hope everything goes well. I really liked her a lot."

And again at this, you have no idea what else to say and remain silent, although he soon speaks again.

"This is for me?" he points to the other plate.

"For who else?" you say obviously and amused.

He laughs and brings the plate towards him.

"Thank you, pretty one."

You try not to let those nicknames affect you at all. But before you know it, it has inevitably gotten to you, as it has countless other times. But you didn't want it to affect you knowing that he has a date this saturday.

"And do you have plans this weekend?" he asks you, more than anything to create conversation after talking about his date.

"Hmm… I don't know yet."

"You don't know?"

He asks you with an expectant look and you just look at him without saying anything and then shrug your shoulders and focus back on your dinner.

"You know, you should… go out."

He says suddenly in a soft voice and you look away from your plate to focus on him again.

"What about your friends from class? Don't they ask you out to party or something?"

"You know I don't like parties, Aemond," you reply in a more serious tone than you expected it to be.

"Yes, I know, but…" he sighs, "I'm just saying that it would do you good to go out once in a while and not stay here all the time."

"I always stay here," you say confused, "I don't understand why you're suddenly worried about that if that's what I've been doing since we've been living together."

"I know," he says cautiously and with an understanding look, "but I mean when I go out partying with my friends, I don't like to know that you're staying here alone. Nor like now that I have a date on saturday and you'll be here again."

You watch him in silence for a few seconds, and he takes the opportunity to continue talking.

"You should meet new people, don't you think?" he asks softly, "The university is very big. Maybe you should meet new people who love to stay at home watching movies and shows like you. That way you'll have company while I'm gone because I…" he grimaces, "I won't always have time for you."

And at that moment, you think you're overreacting, that it's no big deal, that it's just a piece of advice with all the good intentions of your best friend, that you shouldn't.

But still, try as you might, you can't help but feel broken by hearing his words.

Maybe he didn't mean it that way nor did he intend to make you understand those words, but it's like he's telling you that you have no friends, that he's your only friend and that you should meet more people.

And in the face of this, you try not to break down at that moment, so you quickly want to pretend that everything is fine and that everything he said is also fine.

"Yeah, of course, you're right."

You get up with your dirty plate, taking it to the dishwasher to start washing it quickly, turning your back to him.

"Y/N—

"When you finish eating, leave the plate here, I'll wash it in a moment, now I have to finish doing some homework," you interrupt him sounding as normal and casual as possible.

"I didn't mean anything bad Y/N, I just—

"Yes, I know."

You force yourself to interrupt him again putting on your best nonchalant face, turning to him, drying your hands once you finish. And with nothing more to say, you leave the kitchen and head for your room.

That same night you comply with what you say, wanting to clear your head, knowing perfectly well that when you let Aemond know that you are doing homework, he doesn't interrupt you unless it is extremely necessary.

So you take advantage of that and without leaving your room anymore, once you're done you take a shower and get ready for bed.

You find it a bit hard to sleep as you overthink too much, thinking about Aemond more than anything else, about his date and everything he told you afterwards.

It had happened before… Aemond had already told you about going on dates and how they had turned out, you've seen him flirt with many girls at parties, restaurants and at school itself.

You know the feeling. That ugly, heartbreaking feeling.

So why do you again feel like your heart is breaking over his now new date?

Normally all the dates Aemond goes on, never go any further. Aemond hasn't had a single girlfriend since your friendship began.

Nothing tells you that this date could be any different. Maybe he'll only go out with her two or three times and then tell you it was just something to hang out, as usual.

However, you never know.

The next day you and Aemond don't see each other during the day.

Normally on fridays you have class at seven in the morning while he has classes a little later, so once you finish getting ready you leave the apartment and head to the university.

In the course of your classes, your friend Aileen tells you that since you probably don't plan on going out with her and your other friends to party tomorrow Saturday, it would at least be a good plan for you all to go out together tonight for dinner.

And you agree.

Leaving class the four of you head to a fast food restaurant and pass the time talking about school, gossip and so on. At least being with your friends makes you forget about the outside world for a moment and you just laugh and have a good time.

Until the hour starts to get late, Ryan drives Aileen to her residence in his car and Sara is the one who drives you.

You turn the doorknob and enter the apartment looking forward to sleep, as you should since it's almost two in the morning. Usually on weekends you stay up very late but this night especially doesn't seem to be the occasion.

You close the door behind you and start to head to your room, when you enter the living room and find Aemond very comfortable on one of the sofas looking at you at the same time you are looking at him.

You stay quiet for a moment, thinking about just walking in and wishing him good night, but he's the one who speaks first.

"There you are," he murmurs, looking at you seriously, not having his usual soft look as usual, "I was already worried."

"Why?"

"Why?" he repeats incredulously, "I didn't know where you were. I sent you hundreds of messages and you didn't answer. Also I called you and still nothing."

You frown.

"That's not true. You didn't call me."

"I did call you, Y/N."

He tells you more serious than before, almost annoyed and you, confused, pick up your phone and turn on the screen to see that he did indeed call you and sent you hundreds of messages.

The problem? You had your phone on mute and being with your friends you didn't really bother to take your phone out of your pocket.

You let out a long breath and put it back with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, it was on mute," you say briefly.

"And where were you?"

"I went to dinner with friends."

Now he lets out a sigh.

"You could at least let me know you were going to arrive late."

At first you think to yourself that you don't understand why he makes such a big deal about it. As if he wouldn't do exactly the same thing you've done when he decides to go off with his friends to party.

However, you don't want to argue, you just want to sleep.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry," you mumble, then yawn, "I'll go to sleep."

You are about to walk back to your room but he speaks again.

"So soon?"

You watch him sleepily as he, in his most comfortable clothes, seems to be watching one of his favorite documentaries with some chips, like you always do together every friday.

Except this friday.

"It's two in the morning, Aemond."

"Yes, I know, but I thought you might want to watch a movie, as usual," he says softly, "I bought some of the pizza you like, and also some of the—

"I'm full and very sleepy now, Aem. Another day, yeah?"

You don't even wait for an answer, you just go to your room.

And the next morning you wake up later than usual and you don't even want to get out of bed.

Fortunately you don't run into Aemond, even though saturday mornings is when you have breakfast together and watch movies until noon. But not today.

And you know perfectly well it's because you've been avoiding him. It's what you always do when Aemond lets you know about his next date or after you see him making out with some girl at a party.

And you know you're wrong. But that's the only way you can stop feeling that little sharp pain in your chest and this discomfort all over your being.

Until night falls, you and Aemond finally talk after not seeing each other all day to tell you he's leaving. He don't even need to say where.

Then he leaves and you are left alone in the apartment.

Finally, what you were hoping for and dreading at the same time happens.

Aemond has fallen in love. Your best friend has fallen in love.

In the end that girl wasn't just to hang out or to forget about her overnight. Aemond went on countless dates with her, which was unusual and eventually the two formalized everything and started dating.

You stopped avoiding him because you knew you couldn't do it forever. You both live together, he is your best friend and if he is going through this now, as much as it hurts, you can only smile and feel happy for him because he really looks happy.

You even met the girl, Alys Rivers.

And as soon as you saw her for the first time when Aemond brought her to the apartment to introduce the two of you, you understood.

Alys is tall, black-haired, with beautiful features, a slender body and possesses the most intense and striking green eyes you've ever seen. Even the way she spoke, smiled, laughed and walked was striking, she was alluring, everything about her screamed the word sexy and elegant.

How could Aemond not like her, when she is so educated, beautiful and also studies the same as him?

Now you understood why Aemond wanted things to really work out this time with this girl. And now everything, little by little, has been different.

With your best friend now having someone, now his time is counted between college and her.

The two of you still spend time together, you live together obviously, but you have seen each other in less time when before the first person you saw when you woke up was Aemond and when you went to sleep as well.

They are getting shorter and shorter on fridays for movies and series, on saturdays you barely see each other during the day and on sundays he totally disappears from the apartment and you don't see each other at all.

Luckily today is friday and Aemond apparently has no plans, not even with Alys, as you both find yourselves watching your favorite movie in the living room while eating chips and as much junk food as possible.

"From so many times you've made me watch this movie with you, I'm already starting to hate it."

You look at your best friend in surprise and completely indignant and then throw a pillow that hits him perfectly in the face.

"How dare you? I didn't say anything about your boring and incredibly long documentaries."

Now he's the one looking at you surprised and indignant.

"What did you just say?"

"Just some of them, not all of them," you clarify, "But those some of them are really unbearable."

"You know what your problem is? That you love the plot of some people trying to get out of a huge maze while my documentaries talk about true historical facts and not pure fiction about dystopias."

"Boring," you sing in long tones.

He lets out a small laugh as he shakes his head and you look at him with a small amused smile.

"You are unbearable."

"Oh come on Aemond, you still like these movies, even if you don't want to admit it."

"Not in a million years."

"You keep fooling yourself but you're not fooling me."

He doesn't say anything back to you because at that moment he receives a message and he looks at his phone quickly.

You watch him briefly, slowly erasing your smile, already anticipating what is going to happen and he confirms it with his next words while still focused on his screen.

"Alys wants me to go with her to a party with her friends."

You don't say anything, you just focus on the movie, avoiding making a bad face, telling yourself to control yourself.

"Well, you don't mind, do you?" he observes you, "I have to go now and pick her up."

You instantly put on a nonchalant face and deny without taking your eyes off the movie.

"Of course not."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he says as he gets up, walks over to place a quick kiss on your forehead and then rushes off to his room to get ready.

After that, that's what happens all the time now.

When he finally keeps you company to watch a movie or a series, Alys calls him and he runs to her. It has even happened several times that you arrive at the apartment after school and they are here hanging out.

On saturdays he runs to have breakfast with her, he also leaves with her that same day in the night, also on fridays and on sundays the two of them barely see each other in the night.

Even many nights Aemond has not come to sleep and the next morning when he finally comes back to the apartment, he tells you that he had spent the night at Alys' sisterhood with her.

Alys has also spent nights here. You overhear her and him as they arrive late at the apartment and head to her room. Fortunately you haven't heard anything more than that.

And because of all this, it is that you have become closer to your friends and have gone to as many parties with them, as you can't bear to arrive at the apartment knowing that Aemond is not there and won't show up until the next day.

You know you have developed a dependency on him, which you know is wrong and you avoided with all your might that it wasn't so but in the end it was so.

That's why now you're thankful that you're hanging out more with your other friends. But still, you miss your best friend a lot. He doesn't have time for you anymore and you can't help but feel sad, disappointed and broken because of that.

You understand that Alys is his girlfriend and the best friend shouldn't be more important than the girlfriend, but still, you can't help it.

You're happy for him, you really are. So now you're just left to be content with the little times he and you now have together. Like, for example, his birthday.

He had already told you how he plans to go with his family during the afternoon and then in the night he wants to go out partying with his friends, with you and Alys.

He told you that you could invite your friends, who fortunately they accepted since you didn't want to be alone surrounded by Aemond's friends, whom you know very little and his girlfriend.

So now you get up earlier than usual to go get his present and once you get back to the apartment you hide it in your room, then when you go out again he opens the door of his room at the same time, still sleepy and you throw yourself in his arms.

"Happy birthday!" you exclaim happily between his chest and neck.

He lets out a hoarse little laugh as he locks you in his arms.

"Thank you, pretty one."

You pull away from him smiling.

"How are you feeling?"

He raises an expectant eyebrow at you, amused, still recovering from his sleep.

"How do I feel about my birthday?"

"Yes," you reply simply, "How does it feel to wake up and know that you are now twenty-one?"

"I feel younger instead of older."

"Oh really?"

"When you turn twenty-one you'll understand."

"And why is that?"

He looks at you more expectantly than before and crosses his arms, watching you with amusement.

"That's a lot of talk, tell me what you're hiding."

You instantly feign innocence.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's my birthday present, isn't it?"

"I mean… it is your birthday, but not-hey!" you shout as you see him quickly walk past you and head to your room, where his present is.

"You're hiding my present, I know."

"No, no, wait."

You stand in front of him, between him and your door, panicking, and he looks at you expectantly again.

"Yes, yes, it's your birthday present."

"And I can't see it yet?"

"Yes, but not like this," you say indignantly and then look at him confused, "How did you know?"

He laughs.

"Because I know you."

And soon Aemond finds himself opening the huge gift box you bought for him so you could put in the little puppy you decided to adopt and then Aemond could adopt him.

"No fucking way," he says in disbelief and surprise.

And so he soon holds in his arms the small female dog of the Maltipoo breed with a very light brown fur.

Adoration completely covers your best friend's gaze and he completely melts into the little dog as he licks his hand and face at the same time as Aemond squeals with tenderness and gives him kisses.

And the image couldn't have been more tender and adorable for you.

"I adopted her. She was given to me with a name, it's on her collar. If you don't like it, you can change it, although I think that one suits her perfectly."

Aemond, still watching and holding him tenderly, looks at the collar and reads it.

"Vhagar," and then turns his attention to her with a small smile, "Your name is Vhagar?" he says in a honeyed tone, "Yeah? Do you like that name, my little one?"

He plays with it for a few more moments and then turns his attention back to you, still with all that tenderness and that little smile of excitement.

"Thank you so much, my pretty one."

And again you both embrace while Vhagar is in the middle of you both and also starts to lick your hand making you laugh in tenderness.

After spending the whole morning together playing and getting to know Vhagar, whom Aemond doesn't want to let go, then you both go to a restaurant near the apartment to start with his birthday and just be the two of you.

And finally Aemond goes to his parents' house. He invited you but you decided it was better for him to spend some time with his family only, so you stay home with Vhagar.

Eventually the hours pass and the night comes, which means it's time.

You fix your hair in soft waves, put on a little more makeup than usual to highlight your face, and choose a black skirt, white top, and black booties from your closet.

Aemond calls you down the hall telling you it's time and you both leave the apartment to go pick up Alys and then get to the frat house where his friends live.

The night goes by incredibly long. Even though you are in the company of your friends, you can't help but stare at Aemond who enjoys his girlfriend's company more than anyone else.

You only manage to take one picture with him when you used to fill your gallery on his birthdays, even played every party game possible and now… he's only with Alys.

Even by the time it's too late, the party still isn't over and he finally talks to you after hours to ask if one of your friends would take you home, since he's sleeping over with Alys.

You don't say anything else, just that Ryan will give you a ride and he nods to go back to Alys. It's not like you could tell him anything, you still didn't want to, because after all it is his birthday.

Today is another very vague and rare night in which Aemond stays at home with you and does not leave with Alys.

You don't complain, on the contrary, you enjoy his and Vhagar's company. You are both watching one of his documentaries and it is a really interesting one, not one of the boring ones.

Aemond talks to you and explains you about his assumptions, also about what he thinks while you are sitting next to him and Vhagar is very comfortably asleep on his lap.

You also share your opinions and some doubts that he answers, both of you without taking your eyes off the screen.

Time passes and you happily believe that you will last this way until the early morning, as it used to be, feeling excited and enjoying his company on nights like these, as you had missed him.

When then, it happens.

You hear the notification of how a message has been sent to him and he looks at the screen, then confirms what you didn't want so much, feeling instantly disappointed.

"There's a party at Alys' sisterhood, she wants me to come."

And knowing he'll look at you, you quickly feign your unconcerned, unaffected look.

"Do you want to come?"

You want to laugh and let out a snort, because it's not like you like the idea of going to his girlfriend's party knowing that he'll leave you alone to be with her.

"No," you reply in the softest possible voice, "I'll stay here with Vhagar."

"Are you sure?" he looks at you with a grimace.

"It's all right Aemond, you go."

He lets out a long breath as he looks back down at his screen to move his fingers on it briefly, then gently removes Vhagar from his lap and gets up from the couch to go get ready.

All your good looks disappear as he turns his back to you and before you know it, you let out a long sigh of disappointment loud enough for him to stop and watch you.

Nerves get the better of you and you look at him again pretending everything is fine, but he knows it's not.

"Y/N," he calls you in a soft voice, walking back to you, "I know we haven't been spending time together like before and—

"You'll be getting late," you quickly try to evade the subject so as not to talk about it, "If you're not going to arrive here to sleep let me know by message."

He lets out a long breath, looking a little distrustful and worried.

"Look," he says as he takes a seat next to you again, "I just want to tell you that I know we don't spend time together like we used to. I don't think you or I expected me to suddenly have a girlfriend—

Clearly not.

You think.

"But I want you to know that not spending time with you was not intentional," he assures you, then takes your hands in his, "And I'm going to make it up to you, I promise."

That's what you always say.

You want to say it, but you just stay silent, watching him, while he looks at you with all the tenderness and with that look that convinces you to believe in his words.

"I've missed our weekends, believe me. And I hate to leave you like this," he confesses, "But I really don't want you to think that I'm choosing Alys over you, I love you both very much and I want to have that balance in my life between her and you."

And at this point her words are actually hurting you instead of helping you.

"Aemond, it's okay," you assure him, even though it's not, "Alys is your girlfriend. It's obvious that you spend more time with her than with me and I totally understand that."

"Really?"

"Yes, I promise," you assure him and you couldn't be more of a liar at the moment.

"I still feel bad."

"Aemond, it's okay. You should go now, I don't want to delay you any more with this hour," you say so the conversation is already over.

"No, just let me…" he insists, then lets out a long breath, "Look, I know you," he murmurs, looking at you sadly, "I know none of this is right. But I promise I will make it up to you," he assures you, "After all, my family's ball at Dragonstone is next weekend, remember?"

You frown, grateful for the change in conversation but still a little confused.

"I thought it wasn't happening this year."

"It has to be held every year, my mother would have a heart attack if it didn't happen and you know it."

You both laugh a little, while he watches you attentively without letting go of your hands, as well as you let go of his.

"So we'll go together?" you ask, not entirely convinced.

And at your question he is offended.

"Of course we'll go together. We go together every year."

"Yes, but now that you—

"I'm not taking Alys," he interrupts you and his words surprise you, "This ball belongs to both of us, it always has. And I'm not going to break the tradition."

And at his words, this time, genuinely, you can't help but place a small closed-mouth smile as you feel how again this little spark between him and you begins to revive little by little.

Also the hope, that everything will be again, even if it's just a little, like before.

"Also now your birthday is next," he says with a small smile, "I've already got your present, just to let you know."

And at this you put on a small smile.

"You're not supposed to tell me, dumbass."

He laughs.

"I wanted you to know," he says softly.

Then a brief, comfortable silence settles between the two of you, you both smile softly and all seems to be well again between you.

"Then start getting everything ready for the ball, okay?"

"All right," you nod, feeling happy.

"It will be amazing. You'll see."

You believe him.

You really do.

The ball on behalf of his family is a way to celebrate the success of the great company they run, as well as to have the possibility to form new partners or make better contracts. Since the friendship between you and Aemond began, he has invited you every year to be his escort and you have never let him down.

All the decorations are wonderful, the food too and eventually when the important people leave, that's when the real party starts for you and it's all great fun with Aemond's brothers who invite friends.

You thought that this time it wouldn't be like that since he has his girlfriend now and maybe he would want to take her instead of you, but how wrong you were.

And not too long after that it is your birthday, which is a very special day for you and Aemond, as every year he really makes you feel very special.

With those dates coming up and these words of promise, what could go wrong?

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mintsvnoo · 3 months

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JUST WANT YOUR ATTENTION!

PAIRING zb1! ricky x gnreader

— in which (name) is a favored upper class and would always be asked by first years to help them with their school work, continuously depriving attention to their best friend shen quanrui. having been fed up with it, mister loverman decides to confront the first years about it, ultimately leading to him confessing his love for (name) to the freshmen's...

GENRE non-idol au, fluff, drabble, friends to lovers

WARNING|S threatening freshmans?

A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl! dàjiě/dá gē is a word in chinese, meaning big sister (dàjiě) and big brother (dá gē) or eldest sister/eldest brother, while for lǎoshī is referred to a teacher. i used chinese words since ricky's nationality is chinese.

more under the cut !

“hey (name)! i've got something cool for you to see”

turning around you saw your best friend quanrui, walking with a swift pace, opening your mouth to say something, but instead of your soft voice that quanrui wished to hear, a young and annoyingly loud voice was heard instead. “dàjiě/dá gē (name)! come with us!! we need your help for something!” said five first year students who we're running quickly towards the both of you, well evidently, you. stopping for a second to catch their breaths before saying. “our teacher made us do a video project on how to make a diagram of a volcano erupt!” the boy in the middle said before getting cut off. “we've tried every procedures and steps and tutorials, but nothing worked! you're our only hope now!!” the shortest girl of the bunch continued with a pleading tone at the end. “oh, i... have something else to—” you tried to protest but was quickly cut short. “pretty please, dàjiě/dá gē (name)!~” all of them pleaded at the same time.

you sighed knowing your in a losing battle before agreeing to come with them. as they now grabbed you towards their room, you turn your head back to ricky to shot him an apologetic expression, while he just smiled and raised his hand up to motion a wave and walked away.

this went on for twenty. more. days. and it'll be always when he would come up to you to talk or just overall try to hangout with you, it's almost like they we're trying to keep him away from you! no, wait IT IS like they want to keep him away from you! and no way can he let that happen. so one day, after the first lunch break, he quickly went to the first year building after eating his fill to confront those pesky little attention stealers...

“hey you, your (insert random name) right?” ricky said while walking behind a group of short freshman's thats attention where quickly gathered. “y-yeah, do you need anything dá gē rick..?” now forgot to mention the ricky is has notorious reputation in all of campus. he's that typical bad boy campus crush with only one friend, that's you the school crush and also he only let's you call him ricky. “yeah, need you to stop always asking (name) for help with your stupid group projects, if your always going to rely on a senior for help then how are you supposed to learn to be dependent? and also why do you always have group projects? wang lǎoshī isn't one to give out group project every now and then—” before ricky could finish, he was quickly cut off by the truth. “okay, okay! you caught us... we don't actually always have group projects,” said the boy at the left. “we would always ask dàjiě/dá gē (name) to come with us because we are afraid that you're doing something bad to them! because you know.. they said you we're a bully....” (insert random name) continued before the girl next to him nudged his arm harshly to stop him from talking more.

not shocked by the sudden accusation, ricky simply relaxed his shoulders and reassured them that. “their my friend, not my punching bag. so stay away from them, okay?” he said in soft yet monotone voice befire turning around, once he was about to walk away a sudden ‘why?' was heard followed by a audible slap was heard. wherein, ricky only turned his head to look at them. “because i want to spend time with them for atleast once. and also because, they're going to be mine.” he said, as the group of freshman's only looked at him with a slightly shocked face. realizing what he just said, he swiftly turned back his head and slowly bolted out of the teen's gaze. ignoring the 'so you like dàjiě/dá gē (name)!?’ question.

the next day, after arriving to school, he was quick to grabbed his books and quickly went to find yoy, which turned out to be a mistake. since he saw you sitting on a railing outside your classroom with that... pesky little boy.. whispering something at your ear. when you two locked eyes, his stomach suddenly began to feel tingly, and his face not hiding it. i mean, he just can't especially on how you looked at him like the truth the you've yearned to come true was being said to you, the way you smiled so brightly with clear blushing cheeks. it's almost like his gaze was locked on you and only you can be seen and heard, and also can be the only one to break that lovesick gaze.

“right, so you, just want my attention, hm?” oh, how all his regrets on confessing his feelings to those freshmen's haved all been slipped away after you said those words.

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 7 days

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been thinking of getohime/reader lately….. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 this is just a short word vomit i needed to get off my chest <3

for some reason i’m imagining a college au for them right. a uni au if you will .

but like. imagine. it’s your first week, everyone’s still adjusting, you just so happen to get them as partners for a group project…. and they’re just. kind of hard not to love? they’re both so intelligent and competent and helpful, so kind and easy to talk to.

effortlessly charming.

suguru who brings you both coffee when you meet up for the project early in the morning, and waves you off when you try to pay him back. effortless. utahime who goes to the cafeteria to get you more when you run out, knowing the lines will be absolutely hellish. effortless — even when you catch her almost tripping over her own two feet as she nears your table.

geto and his kind eyes, utahime and her comforting smiles. their cozy sweaters and pretty hands and half-rim glasses. effortless, effortless, effortless.

it’s just a project, you barely even know them, but conversation flows so easily, and time passes so quickly. they’re both smart and maybe a little bit bossy, but in a good way — a we’ve already started on the outline while the other groups haven’t even decided on a topic kind of way. a fact they’re both evidently smug about, but they hide it well, tuck it in between upturned lips and crinkled eyes.

it’s nice to work with people who won’t slack off, people who take their studies seriously. it’s even nicer to work with people who smile when you meet their eyes, who ask if you have any pets while showing you pictures of their own, who purr out a satisfied good work when you’re done for the day.

they’re nice. charming. you’re friends before you know it, and suddenly utahime is waiting for you outside the university every morning, suguru is taking a seat next to you whenever you have lectures together. you share pictures of your cats in the group chat you made and complain about how vague your professor’s instructions are. you learn that suguru likes to tease, that utahime can be snarky, that she laughs at her own jokes with a cute little snort. that suguru secretly likes the gossip he pretends not to indulge in.

suguru brings you coffee, utahime gets you more; he thanks her and she smiles, you thank her and it grows. and so on.

so, really, it’s a coincidence. a stroke of luck, that you were paired up with them, that it happened so early that none of you really had the chance to establish any other friend groups. other things weren’t coincidental, like the fact that you’re so close in age, that all of you are crippling people pleasers, that you have a tendency to get attached a little too quickly.

the group project goes well, obviously. very well. again, you see the smugness in their smiles, their crinkled eyes — show offs, you think, but they’re cute about it. suguru tells you that you did well, utahime does the same. when you return the statement their smiles grow just a little wider, and you think nothing of it because that’s just how they are — effortlessly warm.

at this point, you’ve wriggled your way into each other’s routines. so nothing changes, even after you receive your passing grade. you still walk to class together, still choose to sit side by side in the lecture hall. you never delete the group chat, and the cat pictures keep coming. your friend group grows; suguru has known a guy from the physics department since middle school, utahime is good friends with a biology major. you eat lunch together, go to the nearby convenience store between lectures. study in each others’ dorms. they’re all pretty lovely.

but you, and suguru, and utahime have a special kind of bond — the kind where you could sit together in complete silence, and anyone passing by would still be able to tell you were friends. silences are always comforting, their smiles always warm.

they dote on you a lot. satoru and shoko make fun of them for it; every time utahime absently adjusts your scarf, when suguru ties your shoelaces without being asked to. you’re always in the middle, squished between them in crowded trains, right arm linked with utahime’s, touching pinkies with suguru to your left. utahime blows on your coffee before giving it to you, suguru lets you rest on his shoulder when you’re sleepy. and so on.

and yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing, but they’re just… really casual about it? effortless, as always. like it comes to them without thinking.

but satoru and shoko still find it funny, still won’t stop referring to them as your mama and papa, won’t stop pulling your cheek and teasing you until suguru and utahime come to your rescue. which only really proves their point.

it’s a joke, obviously. none of it should be taken seriously.

… but, as you grow closer, and time passes, you think to yourself that maybe you are a bit of a third wheel.

because they look so good together. matching glasses, matching sweaters, matching wits and brains. they keep up with each other so effortlessly, joking around, indulging in idle banter, talking about some baseball game they both watched last night. it’s not like they ever make you feel left out; doting on you comes easy, and they make sure you’re always comfortable.

that’s another joke — that you’re the favorite of the group. the baby. you wish you could believe it.

utahime and suguru are twin suns. bright smiles, warm souls, hearts that always melt when it matters. they shine brighter than anyone else, so you really don’t get a say in loving them.

it’s easy to feel small, in their presence. easy to feel a sting when people mistake them for a couple, even though you have no reason to feel sad about it. they’re your friends. what business do you have in who they choose to date?

that’s what you tell yourself, when you notice them speaking from afar. when they abruptly stop as soon as you’re in earshot. when you catch utahime texting him in the middle of your lecture, when you realize that there are things they can’t talk to you about. things they don’t want to talk to you about.

so, obviously, you assume that this is it. that your destiny is to be their third wheel, the baby of the group, the person they’ll hang out with when they need some variety.

which is fine. obviously. even if it stings.

you know your place.

(what you don’t know is that their little talks consist of sheepish excuses and irritated grumbles, because neither of them can seem to make any kind of progress in their plan to ask you out.

when they eventually muster up the courage to corner you, to tell you, their eyes will be bright and their smiles will be kind. understanding, merciless, so bright it’ll blind you. utahime will hold your hand and suguru will adjust his glasses. they’ll be nervous, but as charming as ever.

effortless, effortless, effortless, in the way utahime will hug you once you say yes, the way suguru won’t manage to stop himself from kissing the bridge of your nose.)

until then, you’ll assume it means nothing. you’ll let them buy you coffee and adjust your scarf and dote on you, and completely miss the playful glares they shoot each other when one of them hogs your attention.

#one day i’ll write a fic abt this concept but that day is Not today 🙏🙏#had a whole breakdown trying to look for panels to make a header out of #but i still think this concept is rlly cute :(( hhh i love them they’re so mommy #i just think this kind of poly dynamic is sooo sweet .. getohime like each other too obv but they’re just smitten w u #they would pamper u so much i’m sick.#this is obv niche but i know there’s at least one other getohime/reader enthusiast out there so im tagging it >:3 #geto x you #geto x reader #geto x y/n #utahime x reader #utahime x you #utahime x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #geto suguru x reader #geto fluff #getohime x reader #jjk poly

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Okokok so what if the reader is a part of the more popular crowd but is secretly really nerdy and owns like every superhero comic book known to man. And Rory being Rory is like madly in love with her already because she's just really pretty plus she helped him once so now he's like head over heels. But anyways what if the gang are at a comic book shop but see the reader there and like to confront her by asking why she's there and she basically just starts RAMBLING on and on and on about how big of a fan she is of these comic books. And Rory just falls even more in love with her(if that's even possible) and like he just puts his hands on her cheeks to make her shut up and just says "you're the girl of my dreams" and like kisses her BOOM! EVERYONE SHOCKED!! BOOM HAPPY ENDING!!

Girl of My Dreams (Rory Keaner X Reader)

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Summary: Rory Keaner was already heavily infatuated with Whitechapel’s pride and joy, Y/n L/n. But when he finds out she’s a nerd, he falls even harder for her.

A/N: Reader nerds out over scooby doo bc I nerd out over scooby doo, you wouldn’t believe how much I talk about it irl. So yea reader and Rory bond over scooby apocalypse (it’s like the only comic I own) and scooby lore, this fic is kinda just me projecting lmao

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It was no secret that Rory was head over heels for Y/n L/n, one of the most popular girls in Whitechapel. His friends had tried to get his head out of the clouds because there was no way a popular girl would fall for a nerd. Rory thought that was an outdated concept. Eventually, the gang let him have his delusions because his infatuation seemed to be more than the fleeting crushes he had had on others in the past.

Rory thought he had more of a chance with Y/n than with his past crushes. For one, she actually acknowledged and talked to him without being forced to, like being paired together for a school project. She didn’t push him away when he’d go up to speak to her, despite the looks her friends would give him for just approaching them. Y/n seemed engaged in their conversations, making Rory’s dead heart flutter when she’d add on to something he’d say instead of wondering what he was talking about.

“She’s not just hot, Benny!” Rory argued with his friend as he and the gang walked around an outlet mall. The girls wanted to go shopping, and the boys thought that would be the perfect opportunity to look for things to add to their game and comic collection. “She’s really nice and sweet and funny and hot!”

“I’m just saying that maybe you shouldn’t get your hopes up too high, Rory.” Benny sighed, trying not to crush his spirits. “I mean, have you thought that maybe she’s nice to you because she’s popular and doesn’t wanna seem like a bitch in front of people?”

“Don’t say that about her, Benny! Besides, we’ve talked in private before. And she’s just as nice, maybe even nicer!”

“When have you talked to her in private, Rory?” Ethan asked. He half regretted asking because Rory got even more excited.

“Okay, so I was in the library, right? We had some research project, and I was trying to find a book. Well, Y/n was also in the library, and she came up to me asking if I was looking for something. Turns out, we were looking for the same book, so when we found it, we took notes on it together. Did you know she color codes her notes?”

“I learn something new about her every day,” Benny muttered. Erica decided to butt in.

“Guys, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but stop being so hard on Y/n.” Benny and Ethan looked at her, confused. Erica never passed up an opportunity to rag on somebody. But to be fair, she usually ragged on them. “I remember before I became a vampire, she was like the only popular girl who didn’t treat me like trash or like I was invisible.”

That convinced the group a bit more about Y/n. Rory was very imaginative, while Erica was blunt and didn’t care too much about hurting someone’s feelings if what she was saying was honest. One of the boys was going to say something when Rory gasped.

“Guys, I found the comic store!” He raced to the door as fast as he could without using his vampire speed. The rest ran after him, trying not to get hit by the door he whipped open. Rory sped to the comic section as the rest casually looked around. Ethan was in the games section when Rory came back, running into him.

“She’s here!” Rory whispered in a panic.

“Who’s here?” Ethan asked, startled, looking over Rory to see who he was talking about.

“Y/n!” Rory said sharply, looking back for a moment to see if she had heard her name. “She’s in the comic section; what do I do?”

“Go talk to her?” Ethan was confused. Rory was going on and on about how Y/n was so nice and easy to talk to. He didn’t understand what was stopping him from doing so now.

“It’s not that easy! Yeah, at school, it’s fine. But this is, like, out in the open. This is unexplored territory, E!”

“No, it’s not, Rory.” Ethan put his hands on Rory’s shoulders, trying to get him to focus. “You can do this, man. You’re in a place you’ve been in about a thousand times. You’ve talked to Y/n enough times to the point where you’re comfortable enough to go up to her on your own. This should be like a dream scenario for you.”

Rory stared off, thinking about what Ethan was saying. He was right. Y/n was now in his territory, without any of her judgemental friends around her. Talking to her should be a breeze.

“Come on, Rory, go talk to her.” Rory was startled when Ethan started pushing him. He almost stumbled over his feet as Ethan shoved him toward the comics before walking back to the game he was looking at. Rory looked down the aisle. Y/n was still there, looking at a shelf. He took a deep breath before strolling over to her.

“Hey-” Rory cleared his throat, his voice coming out a bit high out of nervousness. “Hey, Y/n. What are you doing here?”

The girl turned to him, immediately smiling at his presence. Rory felt butterflies rapidly flapping around in his stomach.

“Hey, Rory! I’m just here looking for some comics that I’m missing from my collection.” Y/n picked a comic off the shelf. “You know, I’m kinda surprised this is our first time running into each other here.”

“Really?” Rory asked, sneaking a peak at the comic Y/n had picked out.

“Yeah, I mean, I come here-”

“No way! You like Scooby Apocalypse too?” Y/n looked down, realizing he was looking at what was in her hand. She grinned at the fact that he recognized it.

“Yeah! I love Scooby Doo, especially when they have a cool concept like this.” She looked back at the shelf and found another comic in the series that she was missing. “Although, I have to say that my favorite Scooby media has got to be the Mystery Incorporated series.”

“I loved that show!” Rory grinned. As if Y/n wasn’t perfect enough in his eyes, he also discovered that she was a bit of a nerd like him.

“The storytelling is so good! Like finding out that the mystery gang was all connected to the previous group that disappeared and Fred finding out he’s the son of two of the members! Oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on finding out that Scooby’s the descendant of creatures from a whole different dimension, and that’s why he can talk.” Y/n didn’t notice Rory looking at her like a lovesick puppy, thoroughly entranced by her rambles. “Did you know that Anunnaki, the creatures, was actually a group of gods in the Mesopotamian pantheon? So like, Scooby could actually be seen as a descendant of gods! I feel like the writers of the show put so much effort into-”

“God, I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Rory said dreamily. Y/n paused her ramble, looking at him in surprise. Rory soon also became surprised at what he had just said.

“You wanna kiss me?” Rory realized that she didn’t look disgusted or weirded out. She smiled softly at him, waiting for an answer. He took a deep breath to get the courage to speak.

“Yeah.” He nodded, watching her smile get bigger.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.” Y/n shrugged, taking a step closer to him.

All fear washed away at her words. Rory stepped closer to her until there was barely any space between them. He cupped her cheeks with both hands.

‘She looks even more pretty up close.’ Rory thought as he took one final look at her for confirmation before pressing his lips to hers. One of Y/n’s hands left the comics she was holding to hold the back of his neck, drawing him more to her as their gentle kiss continued.

One of his hands slid down to rest on the small of her back. He gripped the fabric of her sweater as if none of this was real and she would fade away. But it was happening, and nothing could tear them away from this moment.

Until they heard a ‘whoop!’ and broke apart suddenly as if they had just remembered they were in a public place. Rory’s hand on Y/n’s back pushed her closer to him like he was scared that being found so close to him would scare her away. But instead, she leaned into him as her head whipped toward the source of the noise.

“Go, Rory!” The boy looked like a deer in headlights at his friends, who were crowded at the end of the aisle. They all looked both surprised and proud of him for finally making a move, even more surprised that Y/n reciprocated the kiss.

“Uh, a little privacy?” Rory laughed awkwardly, even though they were in public. The friend group quickly nodded and dispersed, acting like they were focused on other things while secretly listening to Rory start to talk to Y/n.

“If that kiss didn’t show it, I really like you, Y/n.” He smiled nervously. “You’re like the girl of my dreams.” Y/n laughed.

“Well, in case my kissing you back didn’t show it, I really like you too, Rory.”

“You’re even more perfecter than I thought you were.”

“‘Perfecter’ isn’t a real word in that context, Rory,” Sarah commented, forgetting that she and the gang weren’t supposed to be eavesdropping.

“Hey!” He looked at her offended before being drawn back to Y/n by a hand on his cheek.

“I think you’re just as perfect, Rory.” He giggled when she leaned in to kiss his cheek. From the corner of his eye, he saw the friends look at him expectantly, like he was supposed to do something. He racked his brain on what he should say.

“There’s an arcade nearby,” Rory said suddenly. “I have some money and… If you don’t mind, I really wanna keep hanging out with you.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

#rory keaner x reader #rory keaner #mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #agaypanic

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fu66sun · 6 months

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telepath; 이동혁

004: the perfect pair wc: 2,943

haechan was known for his charm and flirty nature. he reveled in the thrill of the chase, the excitement of flirting and pushing boundaries to see just how far he could go. he was a master of lighthearted banter and the art of seduction, but his biggest flaw, perhaps, was his fear of commitment.

he was allergic to it, like a cat to water, and responsibility was something he often avoided. when things got too serious, he had a tendency to distance himself, casting blame on others and brushing off any consequences. that was the pattern he had fallen into before, and unfortunately, you had become ensnared in it as well.

the first few weeks back at school had been a whirlwind of emotions, but the initial tension had subsided, and you had managed to create a comfortable, if somewhat lukewarm, distance between yourself and haechan. avoiding him had become a skill you had honed to perfection, maintaining the boundaries you had set, even if it meant missing out on some of the more fun and spontaneous moments with your group of friends.

however, that fragile balance was shattered when the day came for the intro to system design class. the professor, perhaps inadvertently, managed to upend your carefully orchestrated avoidance strategy by assigning pairs for a group project. to your dismay, you found yourself selected as haechan's partner.

the moment you heard your names paired together, your heart sank. it was as if the universe had conspired to push you right back where you had tried so hard to escape. you couldn't help but wonder if it was just a cruel twist of fate.

as you made your way to haechan's side, you couldn't ignore the sense of impending turbulence. the project, which was meant to be a team effort, suddenly felt like a ticking time bomb, and you were trapped in the middle of it. you knew that working closely with haechan would test your boundaries and potentially unravel the delicate balance you had managed to establish. however, as the days went by, you realized that things weren't as awkward or tense as you had expected them to be. It was almost as if everything that had transpired that day had been a product of your imagination and loneliness.

you found yourself sitting next to haechan during that class most of the time, and to your surprise, the fights and confrontations that had marked your past encounters had ceased. instead, you discovered a side of haechan that was surprisingly easygoing and even humorous.

you were slowly, but steadily, getting to know him better, and it was hard to deny that you were becoming friends. yet, beneath the surface, those lingering feelings for him never really went away.

as you learned more about him, you couldn't help but fall just a bit more for haechan. it was as if the more you got to know him, the deeper you were drawn into the enigmatic allure of his personality. the lines between friendship and something more became increasingly blurred, and you couldn't help but acknowledge that your emotions for him had grown stronger, even though you tried to keep them in check.

in the midst of a particularly tedious lecture, you found your eyelids growing heavy. the professor's voice seemed to blend into a monotonous tone, and the dimly lit classroom only added to the soothing embrace of sleep.

your head gently sank lower, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. haechan, who was seated next to you, had been observing your struggle with sleep.

as your eyes fluttered shut, you found yourself drifting into a light slumber. the classroom noises melted away, and you entered the realm of dreams. unbeknownst to you, haechan's gaze lingered on your peaceful expression.

moments later, the soft sound of the professor's voice calling your name woke you from your brief nap. your eyes snapped open, and to your surprise, you found yourself making eye contact with haechan. his gaze held a mixture of amusement and curiosity, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at having been caught napping in class.

the moment hung in the air, and for a brief instant, it was just the two of you locked in a silent, unspoken connection.

as the lecture continued, haechan seemed to sense your unease after the brief eye contact. he leaned closer to you and whispered something, a sly remark about the professor's penchant for monotone lectures. it was a small, humorous comment, but it managed to catch you off guard and make you laugh, a genuine and warm laugh that bubbled up from deep within.

haechan's smile in response was a sight to behold. it was a bright, genuine grin that transformed his face, and for the first time, you found your heart actually fluttering at the sight of it.

there was a charm and charisma to his smile that you couldn't deny, and it had a way of dispelling the lingering tension in the room.

the two of you shared a moment of lightheartedness, a connection that transcended the complex emotions that had defined your relationship. it was a simple exchange, a shared laugh, but it left an indelible mark in your heart.

after the class you couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to him. it was something you couldn't easily dismiss, and it weighed on your mind.

you decided to confide in renjun.

one evening, when you found yourselves alone, you took a deep breath and finally opened up to him.

renjun, i need to tell you something—you began, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

— i think i like haechan.

renjun, who had always been a pillar of support, listened carefully. he furrowed his brow, clearly deep in thought, and then sighed.

—look, i get it. haechan can be charming, but don't let yourself get too caught up in this. it might just be confusion, or maybe even a fleeting attraction. we've all been there, besides, don't you hate him?

you were taken aback by renjun's response. you had expected understanding and maybe even some advice, but his dismissive attitude left you feeling deflated. you wanted to explain your feelings further, but renjun's words seemed to imply that your emotions were unwarranted or that they didn't matter.

he continued—and remember, we're all friends here. don't let this ruin the group dynamic. haechan can be... complicated, and you don't want things to get messy.

you nodded, even though his words left a bitter taste in your mouth. you knew renjun was trying to protect the harmony of the group, but your feelings for haechan were real, and his advice felt like a cold bucket of water on them.

in the days that followed your conversation with renjun, you made a conscious effort to suppress your feelings for haechan. you tried to convince yourself that what you wanted was simple—a kiss. a single, fleeting moment of closeness and connection, without allowing deeper emotions to come into play.

you reasoned that a kiss was just a physical gesture, an expression of desire, and that it didn't have to complicate the dynamics of your friendship with the group. it was a way to explore your attraction without diving headlong into the deep waters of emotional attachment.

but the more you tried to convince yourself of this, the harder it became. each time you saw haechan, a wave of longing washed over you, and it became increasingly challenging to keep your emotions in check. the connection between you two continued to deepen, and the moments of laughter and shared jokes only fueled your desire for more.

you found yourself stealing glances at haechan when you thought no one was looking, and your thoughts were increasingly consumed by fantasies of that elusive kiss. the chemistry between you two was undeniable, and it seemed like a matter of time before you would give in to your desires.

i think i like you—you blurted out as you walked side by side with him across the sun-drenched campus. the warmth of the sun seemed more intense than you had realized, and you used your hand to shield your face from its rays. in that moment, you hadn't thought things through thoroughly, and the words spilled out before you could stop them.

you think?— was the only response he gave after a few moments of silence, and he said it with an air of casual indifference, as if he didn't care one way or the other.

though you wanted to express more, you found yourself grappling with a mix of emotions. were you trying to tell him that you liked him, or that you were dying to kissing him? it was a confusing whirlwind of feelings, and all that escaped your lips was a simple,

—yeah.

in return, all that came from his mouth was another uncomplicated statement

—well, think about it.

the day after your unexpected confession to haechan, you were filled with a anxiety. you couldn't help but replay the previous day's conversation in your mind, questioning whether you had been too forward or if you had misinterpreted his response. the weight of it all became too much, and as the morning sun filtered through your curtains, you made the decision to skip school.

that day, you immersed yourself in introspection, trying to make sense of your emotions and the potential implications of your confession. the hours passed in a haze of contemplation, but you couldn't shake the uneasiness that lingered in your heart.

meanwhile, at campus, haechan noticed your absence and felt a sense of unease himself. he decided to confide in renjun, sharing the events of the previous day.

—you know, y/n told me she likes me—he said, his voice tinged with a sense of bewilderment—it was so unexpected, and it caught me off guard.

renjun, on the other hand, didn't seem very interested in the situation. he sighed, leaning against the table,

—haechan, you know how complicated these things can get. just let it go, you already know how lovesick she is, it'll pass.

haechan, while shocked and somewhat weirded out by the confession, found himself torn. he had always been a master of flirtation and charm, but the prospect of something more serious was a path he wasn't ready to tread.

as the day passed, you couldn't help but wonder how haechan was processing your confession.

after your unexpected confession and the following day's absence from school, you returned to your regular routine, trying to blend in as though nothing had happened. the rest of the group, including renjun, seemed content to ignore the fact that your confession ever took place, and they went about their usual activities. it was as if a collective decision had been made to preserve the harmony of the group.

as time passed, you couldn't help but feel a noticeable shift in the dynamic between you and haechan. while the group maintained the façade of normalcy, it was evident that a fracture had formed between you and haechan. an undercurrent of complexity that refused to fade.

renjun, as you had expected, avoided getting involved in any romantic entanglements within the group. his disinterest in the matter was palpable, and he was determined to keep the group's dynamics intact. chenle, on the other hand, remained blissfully oblivious to the entire situation, unaware of your confession and the changes it had triggered.

over time, both you and haechan made an effort to rebuild the friendship that had been strained by your confession. slowly, you started to find your footing once again, it was as if the unspoken pact to ignore your feelings allowed the two of you to reclaim the connection that had always been a significant part of your friendship.

the tension that had hung between you had lessened, and it seemed that the fractures were healing, albeit gradually.

the evening was lit by the soft glow of the string lights hung around the cozy dorm room. the atmosphere was relaxed, and the faint scent of pizza wafted through the air. you, haechan, and your two other friends had decided to indulge in some much-needed drinking at your friend's dorm, tucked away on the other side of campus.

as the evening progressed, you and haechan found yourselves becoming progressively tipsy. the drinks had loosened your inhibitions, and you couldn't help but engage in playful banter and laughter with your friends. the more you sipped your drinks, the more the world outside seemed to fade away.

haechan, whose usual charm had been amplified by the alcohol, was the life of the party, cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. his laughter was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in, even though a part of you couldn't help but wonder if the alcohol was revealing something deeper in your feelings for him.

as the night wore on and the effects of the alcohol continued to take hold, you found yourself feeling increasingly comfortable and relaxed in haechan's presence. the tipsy warmth had dulled your inhibitions, and a sense of affection had welled up within you.

in a moment of impulse, you shifted closer to haechan and rested your head on his shoulder. his presence, familiar and comforting, seemed like the perfect place to lean on as you basked in the tipsy euphoria of the night. the room's laughter and chatter carried on around you, but in that moment, it was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

haechan, who had been engaged in a lively conversation, looked down at you in surprise but with a gentle smile. his arm instinctively wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him.

you found yourself feeling content, your eyes half-lidded as you reveled in the closeness of the moment. the playful banter and laughter continued around you, but for now, you were lost in the comfort of resting your head on haechan's shoulder, finding solace in his presence as the night went on.

with your head resting on his shoulder, he subtly shifted in his seat, allowing his hand to gently rest on your thigh. the touch was tender, a silent gesture of affection and intimacy that seemed to be in tune with the tipsy warmth of the evening.

your heart quickened as you felt his hand on your thigh, the contact sending a rush of sensation through your body. the room's lively conversation continued around you, but in that moment, it was as if the two of you were sharing an unspoken connection that transcended the boundaries of friendship.

you couldn't help but meet his gaze, and in the soft, dimly lit room, it was a moment of unspoken desire, a shared secret.

as the night continued, haechan's announcement that the two of you would be leaving together came by unnoticed. they nodded in understanding, offering their goodbyes and well-wishes as they continued to enjoy the evening. with the final rounds of laughter and chatter, you and haechan eventually made your way to the door.

the campus at this hour was calm and dimly lit, the night air cool and refreshing. it was a tranquil contrast to the lively dorm room you had just left. walking side by side, you and haechan made your way toward the exit, the atmosphere filled with a sense of anticipation.

as you strolled through the serene campus, you couldn't help but enjoy the closeness that had developed between you and haechan throughout the evening. however, instead of heading directly to your respective dorms, you both decided to make an impromptu stop at a nearby convenience store.

you and haechan wandered through the aisles, playfully bickering over which snacks to choose.

as the two of you lingered by a wall, the drinks and snacks long forgotten, you found yourself in a tranquil and intimate moment. your head was resting on haechan's shoulder, and his presence had a calming effect that was unlike anything you had experienced before.

however, the atmosphere began to change as haechan gently moved you to stand in front of him. his hands settled on your waist, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. your eyes met his, and the room seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you in your own private world.

in that electrifying moment, as haechan's lips met yours, the world seemed to vanish around you. the kiss was a symphony of sensations, a gentle exploration of shared desire and affection.

his lips were soft and warm, fitting perfectly against yours, and they moved with a tender, deliberate rhythm. it was a kiss filled with a quiet intensity, a merging of two souls drawn together by the magnetic force of their unspoken connection.

the taste of the evening's drinks lingered on your lips, adding a hint of sweetness to the moment. haechan's hands, which had been resting on your waist, slid slightly, pulling you closer as if he couldn't get enough of the closeness. the air became charged with an electric tension. the connection that had always simmered between you two had come to the forefront, and it was impossible to resist the pull any longer.

the world seemed to stand still in that instant, and you couldn't help but melt into the kiss, the chemistry between you and haechan sparking to life. it was a tender and unforgettable moment, and as you broke away, your hearts were left racing, and it was clear that the boundaries that had once defined your relationship had shifted once again, leaving the two of you in a newfound realm of complexity and intimacy.

taglist yayy: @sunflowerhae @sundamariis @yesohhsehun @hcheach @lhcread @j7ngwoovs if i forgot anyone pls send me an ask !!!<3<3<3<3

a/n: they finally kissed:) haha, enjoy this few chapters, because it only gets worse from here. let's not forget haechan's a gemini lmaoooo

anyway, this chapter brought back some bittersweet memories...

#haechan au #haechan #haechan angst #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #lee donghyuck #nct #nct dream #nct haechan #fucking geminis #y/n please get tf out there

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aangstycareberrr · 1 year

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Partners

summary: college au / you and kenma get paired up for a project together and fun stuff happens

kenma x reader, ft. kuroo

part 2 part 3

a/n: first fic, kinda nervous teehee, feedback is appreciated. also this will be multiple parts sorry. also this is based on my own experience in a poli-sci class in which i wish i had a kenma lol

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Intro to political science wasn’t your least favorite class. The professor was one of the good ones who made an effort to learn everyone’s name and keep the class engaging; it wasn’t too early so as to make you debate dropping it every single morning, nor was it too late that all you thought about was the day being over for the duration of it; it wasn’t your major but you still found it interesting and engaging; and the workload was relatively light for a poli-sci class. Despite all these great elements, there was one detail that put a damper on your enjoyment of the course, you were one of four girls in a class of 30. You originally thought it wouldn’t be so bad until you quickly came to the bitter realization that the men in this class had no interest in ever letting you or any of the other girls express your thoughts or participate in discussions; at least not without talking over you, and addressing you as if you were below them. It was exhausting.

So when the professor announces a group project for which he will be picking the partners, you silently cross your fingers and hope that you’ll be paired up with one of the other girls.

“Kozume Kenma and l/n y/n”

Upon hearing the announcement you let out a defeated sigh, quickly jotted some notes about the project down and went to talk to your partner. You realized that you didn’t recognize the name so he at least wasn’t one of the guys who made it a point to continuously disrespect you, but you still weren’t sure who he was. You looked around the room and spotted who you assumed was him. he was sitting in the far back and just like you, looking around, presumably trying to spot you, until you caught his eye. he’s cute. You gave a polite smile, he did the same and nodded, a silent agreement that you would talk about your plan for the project after class. did he really have to be cute. You were already feeling apprehensive about the prospect of having a partner who would treat you like you just learned how to read, this was an added level of stress that you didn’t need.

Class was over within a few minutes. As you gathered your stuff, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever this encounter could be like. You decided to be nice and keep your hopes up, despite the low chance of him actually being someone who deserved it, you didn’t want to go into this with a defeatist attitude. Kenma was already outside the classroom waiting for you when you walked out.

“hi” “hi, i’m y/n” “Kenma”

He had a gentle smile as he greeted you and you noticed him picking at the skin of his fingers a bit. he’s nervous too. Ironically, that calmed you down a bit. it was a bit awkward at first, as you worked out the details of when you would meet to work on the project and whatnot, but nowhere near as bad as you imagined. He was polite and let you finish every time you spoke. You knew it was the bare minimum but you were so beyond relieved.

You guys decided to meet the next day after classes at an on-campus coffee shop. You were a bit shocked that he suggested Thursday, since in your school, that’s kind of designated get-shitfaced-day (most people didn’t have classes on friday). Nevertheless you weren’t bothered, you weren’t going to many parties these days and would’ve otherwise stayed home to catch up on your favorite show at the moment. Thursday rolled around and as you started getting ready, you surprised yourself at how nervous you were for this. You realized halfway into picking your outfit that you were in date mode, you’d gone through three different options in search of that perfect “cute but mot trying too hard outfit” and you spent more than half an hour on your makeup. You felt silly but, god, he was really cute. For a moment you questioned if he really was all that cute or if you were just feeling the repercussions of not having hooked up in five months. you quickly brushed any unsavory thoughts aside once you realized it was about time to be heading out. You arrived a couple minutes early and texted him letting him know you arrived before ordering a latte for yourself. you checked your appearance on your phone camera and silently gave yourself a pat on the back, because you really did look so cute. After a bit, Kenma arrived. He wore a black t-shirt that was a bit oversized and gray cargo pants, his hair was in a loose low pony. he looked good. You waved at him so he knew where you were and he walked over to where you were sitting.

“hey”, you said, smiling up at him. He gave you a light smile right back as he sat down “hi”

“so we should get started, i was thinking we could do our presentation on The Prince by Machiavelli, i think there’s a lot of comparisons we could draw to the current western world”, you say trying your hardest to sound confident.

“I like that idea, i think that’d be really smart and the professor would probably really enjoy it.”,

“oh, thank you”, you say this a little surprised, although he had already proved himself to be nice, you were still half expecting him to ignore what you said, but he actually heard you out and called your idea smart.

“why are you thanking me?”

“just, you know, for not immediately shooting me down.”

“of course”, he opens his mouth and closes it a few times, looking like he wanted to say something else, which he eventually does, “you’re the smartest person in that class, i think it’s ridiculous that those guys never let you finish talking, you’re the only one who ever says anything worth hearing.” he says all this with a neutral tone, while typing something on his laptop, as if he just said the most casual thing in the world. you stared at him for a bit, shocked that he actually noticed that, and relieved that it wasn’t just in your head. He meets your gaze but quickly looks down, looking ashamed.

“honestly, i’m… a little embarrassed for just watching, someone should stick up for you and the rest of the girls, i’ve thought about it a bit, but i kinda have a fear of public speaking.”

he looks guilty but all you can think of is kissing him right then because he just looks so cute. you realize you’re staring and snap out of it once he meets your eyes again.

“it’s okay”, you reassure him with a smile, “it sucks but, saying something might just make it worse, besides i known they’re just insecure”

After that you start working on your presentation and everything goes smoothly. you and Kenma work together like a well oiled machine. He’s easy to talk to and work with, and you really feel like you guys are on the same wavelength with this project. Although he’s quiet, he’s actually very witty when he wants to be, and just the right amount of sarcastic, which makes him even more attractive. Within an hour you guys have gotten through way more than you thought you would’ve, so you decide to take a break. You get up to go to the bathroom and accidentally knock over your bag from where it was hanging on your seat, your switch flies out and almost collides fatally with the floor, when Kenma grabs it right at the last moment. If you weren’t overtaken with relief, you’d be turned on by his quick reflexes.

“oh my god thank you so much, that would’ve been so bad.”

“don’t worry about it”, he said while eyeing your switch, “what games do you play?”

“mostly stardew valley and animal crossing, i just finished undertale though and i think i’m gonna start it over and do genocide route”

“heh, good luck with that”, he says with an amused smile

“what’s that suppose to mean?”

“i’m just saying it took me a week to beat Sans, it’s tough.”

“oh and you think i can’t do it?”, you say playfully

“i didn’t say that”, he says while laughing the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard, and holding his hands up in defense.

you guys stare at each other while laughing, for a second, and you almost feel like you’re having a moment, like maybe he feels the same intimacy you feel in holding his stare, until…

“KENMA!”

you’re snapped out of your trance and turn to see a tall boy with messy black hair approaching your table.

“hey man”, says the tall guy,

“kuroo, hey”, kenma says quietly, he looks slightly annoyed.

“hey, i’m kuroo”, this time the greeting is directed at you

“hi, y/n”, you respond while feeling a little sad that the moment you shared with kenma had to be so fleeting.

“gotta say, i’ve been Kenma’s best friend for years and i think this is the first time i see him laughing so much in public, let alone with a pretty girl.”, he says teasingly, you look over at kenma to see his cheeks are red and he’s looking down, avoiding your gaze, he’s clearly embarrassed.

“kuroo”, says Kenma, sternly, silently asking him to stop.

“we’re working on a project together.”, you say trying to change the subject.

kuroo looks like he might say something else that will embarrass both you and kenma further, but he doesn’t, which you’re grateful for.

“well it was nice to meet you, y/n, hope to see you around. Kenma, i’ll see you tonight.”

as you wondered what tonight was, kenma responded, “i don’t know if i’m going”

“come on dude don’t bail on us again, everyone’s gonna be there it’ll be fun.”, kuroo tries to convince him

“i’ll think about it”, upon hearing this, you see kuroo looking like he’s mulling something over, something mischievous, suddenly he turns to you

“are you busy tonight?”, your eyes go wide and you’re not really sure what to say out of fear of agreeing to something you’ll regret. with your silence, kuroo continues, “our frat is having a party tonight, a ton of people on campus are going and i personally guarantee a good time”, kuroo finishes his pitch and you mentally debate what to say, a party doesn’t sound bad, it’s been a while since you’ve gone to one and it’d be nice to hang out with people, but you look over at Kenma and his face is unreadable. You question wether he would or wouldn’t want you to go, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. You give a vague enough answer, “i’ll try to make it”

Kuroo looks pleased at that answer, “great i’ll see you both there.”, he looks sternly at Kenma who only shoots him a dirty look. kuroo walks away and suddenly the playful atmosphere you had with kenma is replaced with an awkward, tense one. You feel bad, like you accidentally overstepped into his world

“i’m sor-“ “im sorr-“, you both spoke at the same time and laughed. “you first”, you say.

“im sorry about kuroo, he’s annoying”, you laughed and brushed off his apology,

“not at all, but im sorry.”

“what? why are you sorry?“

“about the party, i know it might be uncomfortable to have your classmate there, i don’t want to impose myself in that part of your life.”

he stares at you confused for a moment, then laughs a little

“no, no, no, that’s not an issue at all don’t even think about it. go to the party, as long as it’s what you want and not just something Kuroo pressured you into.”

you smile in disbelief at him for a bit.

“okay, then i think i will go”

“okay, then i’ll see you later”

he’s smiling too. is he happy i’m going?

“i thought you said you weren’t sure if you were going”, you say teasingly

“if you’re going then i’ll definitely be there”

You slightly widen your eyes for a moment, taken aback that he would say something so direct, his face tells you he’s taken aback by what he said too.

“you know, to show you around and stuff”, he backpedals

“i’ll see you later, kenma”, you can barely contain your smile and you want to walk away before he sees you blush. You think he has to like you at least a little bit, there’s no way you’re reading these signs so wrong.

You head to your apartment, with a bounce in your step, exited to get ready for this party.

#haikyuu!!#kenma fluff #hq kenma #kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kozume kenma x reader #kenma x reader #college au #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu au #kenma imagine #hq #hq kuroo

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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CPN : random thoughts 🍬🍭

dumping some minor cpns that has popped up here and there for convenience. as usual, i need one space to ramble.

I also want to take this opportunity to applaud yibo-official for releasing that 1 hour + bts footage. They just went f*ck it and didn’t bother splicing it, they went ahead and dropped it on us out of nowhere. maybe one day they can post an hour long yibo vlog or photo set of yibo selfies. you know. just a suggestion. lol. The last post they made seemed like the final HB related content to share but apparently not. I am so thankful! This is best 3/14 gift!!!! I guess this is also a treat for “yibo movie fans” all over the world who continue to show their support for the overseas screenings.

1. Back in January, YBO posted for HB reaching 300 million in the box office and emphasis on the 3 ( zhan ). People have noticed that this scene looks like it was shot 10/5/2021 — ZZ’s birthday. What a coincidence that they chose this photo to be assigned to the number 3.

2. The way they dropped this big BTS content is reminding us of how the CQL 160 minutes bts was shared before. Is this them taking a page out of that? If there is something turtles are good at, it’s going through hours and hours of BTS footage! This is nothing to us!!! 😂😂😂😂

3. Also this was edited heavily, i can only imagine how many hours of footage they have. The selection of clips and what they can show. The music and it’s arrangement. going back to XZS being quiet — it’s a cpn that the two teams probably worked on this because the project is too big to accomplish by one group only. or maybe it needs a sign-off from the creative director xiao zhan. lol.

The important part of YBO’s post tho is their caption. Especially the part which said : Everything about Mr. Ye is dedicated to all fans of @UNIQ-王一博

I don’t know how many times I have said that Yibo is really making the necessary steps to make himself more mainstream. by that i mean, shedding the title of traffic star. the label itself isn’t all that bad tbh. lots of artists would kill to have the same traffic he does so they can have more endorsements and better scripts their way. however, i observed that he is transitioning to being an actor who hopefully will be loved by a lot of people and not just his core fans. The same goes for XZ, tho he is having a harder time staying away from being a traffic star and his own rice circle. I am in no way discrediting 🍤 or 🏍️, I just mean that the end game for the boys is to be a national celebrity. This transition leaves a lot of responsibility to existing fans like us, to be more welcoming to the new ones. This is why I get so mad when fans pay more attention to drama and fan wars cause it turns off potential supporters. It’s a huge red flag seeing a toxic fan group. I really hope one day, things do settle down and fans learn to be more chill.

4. Another ZSWW cute rumor posted said that WYB will still fuss when he sees old BTS videos of XZ scolding him. So XZ’s advice is to not scold the one you like even if you are jealous — who knows, you might end up together. This is too funny cause we know how fierce ZZ was with WYB, sometimes it’s already scary and you can tell the times he was jealous. 😂😂😂

5. Lastly, Weibo night posted some drama CPs and put it as a 9 grid photo. The pairings are not the most interesting part tho, it’s the top comments. 🤡

>> THIS IS THE LINK TO THE POST IF YOU WANNA JOIN IN. Like the top comments so they stay there, do not comment or reply. <<

On a regular day I would totally say that this is so unnecessary cause we have to respect the drama CPs on that post. Also BJYX is not really a “drama cp”, it’s WANGXIAN and if you believe in SZD there is really no reason to try and compete with commercial CPs. Plus it might indirectly harm the boys too. But i’m feeling petty today so i’m cackling. That’s all. You ask us about a CP? Okay, how about we clown you? I have no love for Sina Weibo and WB night at all so i don’t feel sorry for them or anything. We are just telling the truth, the pairing of XZ & WYB is truly superior. You ask, we answered. What I said about being careful is still true but sometimes you just don’t give a f*ck. It is what it is. 🤡🤡🤡

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#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do #all of this is cpn

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stay to burn (only to drown instead): chapter five: sanity in the honeymoon phase [part I]

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jonathan crane x reader; bruce wayne x reader; edward nashton x reader | warnings: canon typical violence, sexual content (oral sex fem receiving, PIV sex- JONATHAN AND READER HAVE SEX IN THIS ONE) | word count: 6011 words

DISCLAIMER: these chapters are not meant to be read alone. not every chapter has content for one of the three pairings listed. this is an ongoing fanfiction that I am cross-posting here on tumblr, not a series of one-shots.

chapter one

Somehow, the stars were out tonight, though only a few were able to beam brighter than the light pollution and smog. Perhaps they were actually distant planets, but you’d never learned how to tell the difference. No matter what they were, they looked so far away from where you stood on the sidewalk. Not at all like how they’d seemed to glitter on the night of the gala. No, these were just barely pinpricks of light, cold as they blinked down at you like they were watchful eyes, the rare spectators of Gotham. The moon was a cruel smile, grinning down at you like it was privy to something you had yet to find out about.

You scowled up at them before continuing on your walk. It was the rare night where you weren’t even walking home from work but instead trekking back from Gotham University’s library. You rarely did any of your work there but you’d been feeling pretty productive earlier that day and had little else going on, so you made the journey over. And you were happy to say that you got some good writing done- you did have other classwork to worry about, classes that had nothing to do with Dr. Jonathan Crane. Who, aside from your few conversations after his class, you hadn’t really interacted with since he took you home a few nights ago, though this time it was your own embarrassment that kept you from reaching out to him.

Needless to say, you were tired but in a good mood. The library was always practically empty, save for the cafe on the first floor and the few project rooms that were always booked by groups of people taking much more intensive classes than you ever seemed to take. Tonight had been no different- only a few students were in the designated quiet areas, and even then, two of them were just using the study stall to nap.

It was a productive night but now all you wanted to do was get back into your apartment and sleep.

You passed by a wide alleyway, the kind that led to a parking lot for the buildings on the street, stopping briefly to change the song playing in the one earbud hanging from your ear. From behind your phone screen, you caught the reflection of the moon in a puddle before you frowned at your shadow in the tiny sliver of light. As you finally found the song your brain was itching to hear, the hair on your arms stood on end, goosebumps rising over your skin as your world narrowed into a pinprick moment of focus.

You were being watched.

You had stopped by the mouth of the alleyway, peering into its dark depths as you prayed to whoever might be listening that you were just imagining the sensation of eyes crawling over your body, or that it was at least a harmless hermit perched in the alleyway for the night. But the longer the sensation continued, the more you doubted it was just a homeless person looking at you. You pulled the earbud from your ear, managing to barely catch it before it fell into the puddle, the cord swinging from your phone which was gripped in your now limp hand.

Keep it moving, your brain whispered, trying to move your legs away from the alley, you shouldn’t have stopped here. You shouldn’t even be out at this time of night, in this part of town. You know this.

But, though you were certainly frightened and your heart was threatening to break out of you with how aggressively it was beating in your chest, your curiosity was piqued, a rare surge of recklessness overtaking you as you decided to wait and see what would happen.

And for a moment, it seemed like nothing would. You were about to sigh and continue on your walk, ready to blame the events on a random bout of anxiety (which you had noticed were becoming more frequent but just chalked it up to stress from the semester), when there was a flicker of movement in the darkness.

A street lamp in the alleyway flickered on for a brief moment like a flash of lightning and you saw it, standing amongst the dumpsters and fire escapes, facing you. It’s eyes watching you.

No, not it. His.

The Scarecrow.

Gasping, you staggered backwards, eyes glued on the now dark void where you had seen him. The darkness became your enemy. Because now you couldn’t see him and instead could only imagine him slowly prowling closer to you. Taking calculated steps your way, able to see you in the light from the street that didn’t reach his position in the alley. He was at an advantage and you were a deer in the headlights. Frozen, fear rooting your feet to the cracked concrete beneath you.

But then the streetlamp flickered on once again and he was gone, his absence releasing you from whatever spell had kept you glued to the sidewalk. You didn’t think about what you did next, just spun on your heel and ran, rushing to the next corner as you forced deep breaths into your lungs.

Hands shaking, you pressed the button to change the crossing signal, bringing your phone close to your face.

Okay. So you just had an encounter with Gotham’s newest anonymous criminal... What do you do next? You’re a bit surprised that there wasn’t a handy online guide already for this kind of thing, but you were sadly on your own here.

But if there had been a friendly guide to villain encounters, you’re sure the first piece of advice would be to call the police but you hesitated.

The police certainly didn’t need to hear about you seeing him.

You were acutely aware of how often you encountered events that warranted a police presence, even if they rarely showed up or were even called.

Next option would be to… tell Batman? No, that’s not right. Firstly, you had no way to contact him. But more importantly, you didn’t even want Batman to show up now. You weren’t hurt, just frightened and more importantly you had someone you could call, someone to take this tension from your shoulders and offer you comfort. (Maybe, you think as you shakily dial your phone, you don't need Batman anymore. He’d saved you enough times already.)

Jonathan picked up on the third ring and you had to stutter out a quick, stilted greeting before you stopped, trying to figure out how to tell him exactly what just happened to you. But then the words just tumbled out, not refrained and barely audible over the city’s nightlife in the background.

“I saw him.”

He’s quiet but you know he’s listening, that he’d been able to hear what you’d said. That he was just waiting for you to continue, giving you the time you needed to collect your racing thoughts. Finally, you swallowed the lump of fear in your throat and whispered into the phone.

“The… Scarecrow.” In daylight, you might’ve laughed at how ridiculous it sounded coming from your mouth. But here, pressed against a corner street lamp as you waited for the crossing signal to change, the lamp flickering above you like a firefly in a jar, the title sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

You knew nothing about the masked man. But now, after seeing him and the effect he was able to have, you figured that he relished in the fear that he caused, that that was why he took the moniker he did.

Jonathan was quiet for a moment, and you tried to picture him in his apartment, or his office. Sitting at his desk, working his jaw as he did when he was trying to figure out what to say next.

“…did it frighten you?”

“Yes. But… I don’t know.” You almost chuckle in the silence that hangs between you, trying to figure out how to put into words the gut feeling you had. You worried your lip as you debated expressing your next thoughts, before deciding that it was important for Jonathan to hear, even if he ended up deciding that it made you insane to think. “I didn’t think he was going to hurt me, it didn’t feel like it.”

You can feel the question hanging in the air, the question that you would’ve asked someone if they’d just said that to you. How did you know?

But you didn’t know. You were just basing your assumption off of a brief gut instinct and the fact that he didn’t hurt you even though he certainly had ample opportunity in the moment where you had been frozen and waiting.

“Where are you?”

“I’m almost back at my apartment.” A bit of a lie. You were still at least seven blocks away, the crossing signals taking longer than usual due to the nighttime traffic. “I was studying at the library earlier.”

“I’ll come over.”

“For what?” You hadn’t even thought about the implication of him offering to come over when you asked. The idea of Jonathan in your apartment was so foreign it hadn’t even entered your mind. Sure, you’d had the odd fantasy of him there but those tended to be focused in other areas, not centered around a casual visit.

“If you don’t want someone with you right now-”

“No, I do!” You practically leapt into the street as the signal finally changed, cutting Jonathan off as you spoke. You wondered if he made the annoyed face he always did when he was interrupted. “Sorry, I’m just… frazzled over this, I guess.”

“I would expect nothing else right now.” You imagined he smiled when he said it, something comforting. You’ve never seen this imagined smile on his face but you liked to think you could figure out what it would look like if you really focused on it. “I’ll leave here in a minute to head down.”

If you had been listening closely to his side of the conversation, you would’ve noticed the typical city and traffic noises in the background, noises that indicated he was already outside during your conversation and not in his apartment or office. But you were barely listening to what he was saying, unable to focus on any sensory input for more than a few seconds at a time. Your nerves were frayed, your mind keyed up and over sensitive.

“Okay, cool. That’s cool. I’ll see you there.”

Slowly removing your phone from your ear, you pressed the button to hang up.

The same feeling from the alley, which had disappeared with the Scarecrow, had returned a few minutes after. The rest of your walk home was full of you constantly glancing behind yourself to ensure you weren’t being followed, unable to shake the feeling of predatory eyes on your body.

As you turned around a corner, a fat drop of water hit your cheek, signaling that the sky had, ultimately, decided it wanted to rain. One after the other, raindrops hit you and the ground, ensuring that by the time you got back to your apartment, you and your clothes were soaking wet, leaving puddles behind you as you trudged up the stairs.

Slamming your door behind you, you rushed into your room to change from your drenched clothes into comfortable, dry ones. The wet ones were thrown into your hamper with a squelch that you ignored as you tried to change as quickly as possible. You hadn’t forgotten that Jonathan was coming over and you didn’t want to be caught with your pants down.

With your new clothes on you walked into the living area, shaking your head and sighing as water droplets flew everywhere, the faint sound of them hitting random papers and the floor loud in the otherwise silent room. You were looking around, trying to figure out if you could somehow clean up your space quickly when a loud knock startled you back to the present moment.

Wrenching open the door like it weighed a ton, you stared at the man in front of you. Jonathan was still dressed like he did every weekday, minus his tie and jacket, leaving him with just his dress shirt on his torso, the sleeves rolled to his elbows exposing his forearms to your gaze. You noticed, then, that his shirt and pants were damp from the rain but his hair was bone dry.

You decided not to comment on it.

“Hi.” Your hands were still shaking but your voice was steady.

“Hello.”

“Thanks for coming over, you really didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” He took a step towards you, leaning against your doorframe, his arm placed over his head. You were crowded backwards against the door to your own apartment, which was sitting open behind you.

With a shaky breath, you stepped back, finally allowing him into your sanctuary and out of your personal bubble. You closed the door behind him, locking and sliding the deadbolt before tugging on the doorknob to make sure it was actually secure. The locks may be shitty, but you’d read somewhere that the smallest barrier can sometimes stop an attacker. You’re not sure how applicable it is here (it seemed to apply more to robbers and opportunistic killers). And what you were afraid of was someone following you and watching you and waiting until you fell asleep to break into your apartment specifically, but it was all you could do.

Lock and unlock and lock it again.

Satisfied that your door was as secure as it was going to get, you turned to look at Dr. Crane, who was watching your routine with the locks.

“You can replace the locks if you’re so nervous about them.” The unspoken I could help you hung in the air.

“That’s okay, the door is so shitty someone could easily kick it in.” Your attempt at nonchalance falls flat, your nerves still shot from earlier. It’s all you can do to keep your voice from wavering.

Jonathan nodded, turning to examine your apartment. And suddenly, you were hyper aware of everything you’d grown numb to over the two and a half years you’d been living there. The creaks in the floors, the cracks in the walls. The aforementioned shitty door. The way moisture had stained your windows and how the lights above your oven flickered ominously like they belonged in an old gas station. At least you decided to put away your clothes from your last load of laundry so they were no longer in a pile by the couch, thrown there to wait for folding. But there were plenty of other piles of clutter, papers and books and trinkets you had nowhere else to put. The odd card, too sentimental for you to throw out even though you never looked at them again after you received them.

“Um, so I was thinking I could make some… soup? Stew?” You move to the stovetop oven to avoid sitting in the awkward moment for any longer. “Tea?” You spin around, facing him again in your frantic quest to figure out an acceptable nourishment to offer him. “Would you like tea? I can make tea.”

“Alright.” He leaned against the counter, his tongue resting on his teeth as he observed you floundering in your natural environment.

“Great.” It’s more than the Batman ever stayed for. But mostly, you were grateful that he was letting you do this to distract yourself from the other events of the night. You faced the stove again and turned the knob for your designated kettle burner, smile fading when the oven simply click-click-clicked and the gas didn't light.

“Shit.” You mumbled under your breath, deciding to try again and sighing when the result is the same. Nothing. “Well, fuck- sorry. I guess the oven’s out of commission for the moment.”

You’re occupied with trying to figure out why your gas isn’t working- did you forget to pay that bill this month?- that you almost miss what Jonathan says.

“I’ll order take-out.”

It took a moment for the words to sink into your brain, and when they did you spun towards him.

“No, you don’t have to-”

“Please. You’ve had a rough night, let me do this for you.”

Warily, you removed your hand from the oven knob. He does this a lot, you’ve realized. Insisting that you allow him to do things for you, to relinquish a fraction of your power to him. But he was right. It had been a rough night, and now that he mentioned it, you did have a hankering for anything but what was in your cabinets.

“What food are you thinking?”

Thirty minutes later, you were sitting at your cluttered kitchen table, Chinese take-out containers haphazardly scattered among the books and folders, placed on-top of and in-between the piles. Jonathan had looked like he was going to suggest cleaning the table off but seemed to realize that there were no other places for all that junk to go so he let it slide, instead helping you place the food around the clutter.

“I don’t know why these things keep happening to me.” You stabbed a piece of chicken with your fork, staring at it for a few seconds before popping it into your mouth.

“Like what?” Jonathan wasn’t eating. To be fair, you had headed out of the library at a time of night where most people were well into their first hour of sleep. He probably just wasn’t hungry at this time of night (though, now that you think of it, he rarely ate around you) and you, having just thought you were maybe going to die, were peckish.

“First it was the Riddler shit, you know. The funeral, Gotham Square Garden. I was there for both of them. Then I’m mugged. Then held hostage at the gala. Then this… it’s just-” you sighed, running a hand over your eyes- “-why has Gotham decided that I’m a victim?” You cut yourself off before you added why can’t I be a nobody like everyone else? Why have I been in harm’s way so often that Gotham’s premiere vigilante recognizes my face from saving me multiple times?

“Everything you just said happened within a year and a half. Gotham’s dangerous, you know this.” He smiled, in a way you were sure was meant to be reassuringly. But it fell flat, instead coming across as condescending. “Maybe you’re just unlucky.”

“Unlucky.” You repeated, stabbing another chicken slice, gesturing at him with your fork, “I’m starting to not believe in luck, I think this-” You swirled your fork around you, meaning everything that you had mentioned before, “-means something.”

“But what? If it means something, what does it mean?” He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. You were well aware that he was indulging you, that he probably thought you just needed to get some sleep.

“That-” You put your fork down, leaning back in your chair, “-is something I need to figure out.”

You neglected to mention who was the connecting string between it all, with the exception of your Scarecrow encounter. Batman connected every event you’d witnessed or been victim of, either by design, like the Riddler’s crimes, or just by the fact that he was there when it happened, like the muggings.

“Some sort of destiny? That’s what you’re talking about?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, tilting your head at the tone his voice had taken.

“Are you talking to me right now as a psychiatrist or as my….” You trailed off, realizing you had no idea how you should refer to Jonathan. Boyfriend sounded stupid and too mundane and juvenile for a man like him. Lover was inaccurate, at least for the present moment. Friend was downplaying the fact that you had made-out with the man twice in the past week. Professor was… problematic, considering everything else. “Colleague.”

At least it was better than calling him your crush.

“Gotham has a way of making people feel more important than they are.”

“So I’m not important?”

“Not in the grand scheme of the universe, no.”

It shouldn’t sting. It was the truth, a fact of life. You weren’t important, especially not to a city like Gotham.

You stood up, blinking quickly to hide the fact that maybe some tears had sprung into your eyes. Mentally, you write them off as being a release from the stress of the night, not from his comment.

“Hey.” He stood up, crossing to you and grabbing your arms, holding you in front of him like you were a fragile bird that he’d grabbed from a cage. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just see people every day who think that their role in this city was bigger than it needed to be. I don’t want you to get wound up and do something reckless from assigning meaning to random events.”

“Right.” You softened against his grip, willing yourself to calm down.

“Let’s talk about something else, then?” He sat you back down, his hands lingering on your shoulders, moving to stand next to you, leaning against the table. You looked up at him as you absentmindedly picked at your thumb nail, not convinced of what he had tried to tell you but unwilling to argue about it.

But even though he suggested speaking about something different, he didn’t start up a new conversation. You sat in a tense silence before you spoke up.

“It’s weird.” The words escaped from your mouth. You cleared your throat, blinking a few times before trying again. “Having you here, I mean. My professor is in my apartment.”

He didn’t respond, obviously waiting for you to continue.

“I mean, I’ve thought about it before but it never seemed right-“

“You’ve thought about me in your apartment?”

“I-” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “Yeah, I have.”

For all the ways that you found to dance around topics when talking with him, it felt good to just be open and honest for once. You had nothing to lose, here. You already knew that he reciprocated your desire, that he knew exactly what you wanted from him. For once, you had no shame about admitting to him that you thought about him in that very specific way.

He gave you that wry, knowing smile that he had been throwing your way more and more often lately.

“And what was I doing in your apartment in these… imaginings?”

Quietly, you rose from your seat, trying to hide your nervous swallow by ducking your head against his chest.

“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.”

With a gentle hand, he tipped your chin upwards to look at him.

You hadn’t kissed him since that night in his apartment, too afraid that the same anxiety you’d felt then would overcome you again. That, maybe, you weren’t meant to be kissed or touched after all.

But your kiss this time held none of those overwhelming feelings of dread. Even when Jonathan’s hands moved from your hips to your breasts, similar to how he had previously, all you could feel was the heavy pangs of desire building in your core. You pressed yourself against him, opening your mouth against his and gasping in his air.

His hands moved behind you, sliding down your body to your ass. Like the night of the gala, he lifted you up, but instead of placing you back on the table behind you (which was good because there was no room for you to sit comfortably on it) he began to carry you through your apartment. You wrapped your legs around his middle, keeping your arms around his neck and shoulders to steady yourself as he moved the two of you through your apartment.

Kicking open your bedroom door, he placed you down on your bed, keeping his lips on your own through the entire time. You pulled away from him for a breath, a string of saliva connecting your lips to each other after you parted.

“How did you know where my bedroom was?” Your voice was a whisper, deepened with lust. He kissed you again, quick, before answering.

“Your apartment isn’t that big.” He matched your tone, his voice soft. But you heard the hint of condescension laced through what he said but decided in that moment that you couldn’t care less. You would let him be condescending for the rest of your life if it meant you were able to keep his lips and hands on you like this.

His fingers danced around the hem of your jeans, toying with the button before undoing it swiftly. He didn’t ask you if you were okay with this, but it was another thing you brushed aside in favor of keeping his hands on you. Lifting your hips to aid him, he rolled the fabric down yours legs, moving with it to kneel at your feet. With your jeans tossed aside you were vulnerable to his hungry gaze, practically ravenous as his eyes swept up your bare legs to your underwear, to where your fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked down, meeting his eyes as you did. Silently, you observed how he held your right leg in his hands, gazing up at you with such reverence that you should’ve had a halo. His own eyes were shrouded in darkness, only a few streams of light from the street coming in through the window. It was barely enough to illuminate the room, let alone show you all the small expressions that flitted across his face at any given moment. He was very good at hiding them, but you were becoming very good at reading them.

Still, you wished in that moment, more than any other moment you’d had before, that you could read his mind. Learn the truth for his behavior after the gala- because you still didn’t quite believe his story about being embarrassed. Find out what he wanted from you- was he going to fuck you right now and then ignore you for the rest of the semester? Was he going to string you along until summer and then leave you stranded? Or did he plan on actually romancing you, did he actually care about you? Was this just a physical attraction or did he like you?

His soft voice from between your legs broke you out of your downward spiral or uncertainty. You blinked down at him, shifting from the sudden pressure of his gaze.

“What are you thinking about?”

You debated whether you should tell him the truth or not. But you decided to bite the bullet and ask him, even though it might ruin the moment and make him leave.

“If I let you do… this with me, what happens next?”

He cocked his head to the side, like he didn’t know exactly what you were talking about. You sighed, resisting the urge to cross your legs, to block him out with your insecurities.

“Are you going to ignore me after you get what you want?”

“And what is it that you think I want?”

You paused, furrowing your eyebrows. He was kneeling between your naked legs, surely he meant to get lucky, or some variation of a similar vulgar expression?

“I didn’t come here to fuck you. You’ve had a stressful, scary night,” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, slowly traveling upwards until he reached your underwear, to the crease where your legs met your torso. “Let me help you forget.”

You think you forgot to respond.

If you did, it was probably incomprehensible because your sole intent was now watching as he hooked his fingers underneath the elastic of your underwear, as he began slowly dragging the fabric down your thighs, over your knees, and finally off of your body. They were tossed in the same direction as your jeans had been and were almost immediately forgotten about by both of you.

You stared at your discarded clothes, trying to ignore your racing heart, trying to hope it wasn’t loud enough that he could hear it, that it wasn’t so powerful that he could feel the reverberations against his fingertips on your hips.

With a gentle push, he spread your legs, and when you looked down you saw him smirking up at you, the blue of his eyes a thin ring around his pupil.

“I’ll help you forget.”

You started to respond but were cut off with a sharp gasp that escaped from your mouth as he licked a thin stripe up your cunt, his tongue hot against you. He tapped the muscle against your clit before he began eating you out in earnest, his mouth seemingly desperate to devour your essence whole.

Broken noises were leaving your mouth without you even realizing it, your chest heaving with how quickly you were gasping and trying to breath amidst the barrage of sensations- new sensations- that you were experiencing. Maybe you’d had a tangle or two in years past, but quick, meaningless fucks were nothing compared to this.

With each new pass over your clit, you twitched, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head. But he held your thighs apart with his hands, his grip strong enough that you knew you’d have bruises coloring your skin in the morning.

Holding you open for him, not allowing you to hide yourself.

Then he pressed a finger against your opening- you hadn’t even noticed him moving his hand off of your thigh- barely penetrating you, toying with your skin and gathering the combined wetness of your cunt and his mouth on his finger.

“So wet,” He murmured, muffled in between your legs, the vibrations of his voice against you sending a shock of pleasure up your spine. He flicked your clit with his tongue before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. With a cry, you clutched his feather-like hair in your fingers, drawing him closer to your core. His only response was to hum again- resulting in another sharp moan- and ramp up his enthusiasm, his finger back to toying with your entrance.

“Please,” You were cognizant of your babbling, though you’re not sure when your thoughts turned into spoken words. “Please, god, I need-”

You’re not even sure what exactly you were begging for, your mind empty except with thoughts for more, but he seemed to understand what you wanted and surfaced from between your legs for a moment to speak before diving back in, his mouth wet and glistening from his enthusiastic efforts.

“Go on.”

Then, he brought your clit into his mouth and with a final brush of his knuckle against your opening, you gasped, your head thrusting itself backwards against your bed. You were familiar with the sensation of your impending orgasm but this was so much more potent, so much more. With a final shuddering inhale, your body arched in on itself, your cunt clenching around nothing but the whisper of Jonathan’s knuckle inside of you. He continued to lap at your wetness, your oversensitive nerves screaming at you to stop the barrage of stimulation but you couldn’t do anything about it until he pulled away.

Rising from between your legs, he slid up your body until you were met eye to eye. He watched, his face impassive, as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes half-lidded and hazy. When you finally exhaled heavily for the last time, Jonathan captured your lips with his own, the taste of your own cunt overpowering on his lips.

You pulled away from him first, propping yourself back up and looking down his body to where his own arousal was evident.

“Do you want to-”

He took your lips again, effectively shutting you up as he pressed you backwards so you were laying down completely on the bed again, his body perched over yours. Your mind conjured up an image of a predator devouring its prey and a shiver ran through your body. It didn’t even cross your mind that that was the second time that night you’d felt like helpless prey, but for two completely different reasons.

The glittering noise of his belt buckled being undone drifted up to you, and you closed your eyes at the pressure of the head of his cock against your opening, taking a few deep breaths to calm your frantic heartbeat and prepare yourself for what was to come.

“Look at me.”

You opened your eyes and the moment you made eye contact with Jonathan, he began to slowly enter you, his cock splitting you open deliciously. The hand that he had placed beside your head was clenched tightly in the sheet, like it was all he could do to hold himself back from just bottoming out and fucking you ruthlessly. Part of you wished he would.

Quietly, you said his name. He stilled himself, forcing his eyes to focus on your own as they had slowly become more and more unfocused with each inch he sunk into you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice strained and quiet.

“Uh-huh,” You took a deep breath, “But don’t try to hold back for me. I can handle it.”

His hips stuttered, forcing another inch into your body, wrenching a sharp gasp from you. He stopped himself again, his blown out eyes searching your face.

“Are you sure?”

“I can handle it.” You repeated yourself, even though you weren’t actually sure that you could. Already, the tight pressure of his cock in you was overbearing and it wasn’t even fully sheathed inside of you yet.

But he didn’t ask for further clarification before he was pushing further into your wet heat, his lips parting at the all encompassing heat clenching on his length.

His hips flush against your core, he waited for a brief moment for you to adjust before he pulled out and immediately slammed back into you, setting a rough and almost punishing pace.

It was uncomfortable at first and you’re positive it read on your face, your eyebrows scrunched and eyes shut against the pain. But with each thrust into you, something else was added to the pain, a deep seated pleasure that you’d never felt with anyone else before.

Slowly, you began to move your hips along with him, moving up to meet his thrusts halfway. Your eyes slid closed before he delivered a small swat to your thigh, causing them to fly back open.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

He leaned down, and you thought he was going to kiss you but instead he placed his forehead on your own, maintaining eye contact with each thrust. His hand moved under your body to grip you by the back of the neck, lifting you up to gain better leverage on your body as he used you.

“Gonna, fuck, fill you up-” You gasped at the sudden change in his demeanor, clenching slightly at the idea of him finishing inside of you, marking you as his from the inside. He blinked down at you, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen and hungry, even hungrier than when he’d first laid you down. “Is that what you want?”

All you could do was nod and whisper please.

He groaned against your neck as his hips stilled against yours, his cock nestled tightly in you as he came, spilling inside of you. At the warm sensation of his cock inside of your cunt and his wet mouth against your skin you whimpered.

Slowly he pulled out of you, his head still buried in the crook of your neck. You remained laying like that for a minute, catching your breath as you slowly came down from the high his body had created.

As you fell asleep, you could’ve sworn you heard Jonathan moving around in the darkness, but you blamed it on the rain outside your window.

part II

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