#'what again?' 'yup' 'tough luck friend'

[kenmjiro]

Secrets after class

¡Teacher!Rick Grimes(Aus) x ¡student! fem reader

inspiration: Secrets after class by comino inc.

Summary: you find your teacher sleeping peacefully in his office. While you wait you stumble upon a manuscript. A manuscript where the writing style seems awfully familiar...

TWS: Dramas, age gap, provocation,suspense, Romantinc comedy, Schoollife, Taboo, HighSchool

love is one of those thing that people can't really control.

One day you meet someone and the next you are hit with the realization that you are in love with them.

Being in love is a wonderful thing;however,what do you do if you fall in love with someone who is off limits to you?

I'm a book loving Junior in High School.

my love for books led me to join the Literature Club. The club is of course the best thing ever! It's full of exciting adventure,dreams,books,smiles! It just lacks one thing ...members. Yeah, sadly there are only two members in the club. My teacher and myself. But this year, I will changer that!

Have l mentioned that l'm head over heels in love with my teacher?

Moving right along! New year, new style!

“That's all for today, class. Be careful on your way homer everyone!” hearing my home room teacher's dismissal, l shot up from my desk.

“I have a meeting with the Literature Club today so l got to got” l thought as ready to leave, they give mee a slight touch on the shoulder

“Y/N”

“Whoa, maggie, what's up?” lt's my childhood friend Maggie Greene. We've been in the same classes since Kindergarten.

l have few friends, but she is one who truly gets me and is also a total bookworm. She is like the sister l never had. “Lemme guess, club meeting?”

“Yup! Today, l'm going to get permission to recruit new members!”

“Oh, that's right, you gotta have permission now because of that one incident, huh?”

Scrunching up my face, l nodded bitterly. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

*Sigh* “That teacher is unexpectedly tough, given his sweet appearance.”

“lt just didn't end well last time... However!Today is the day that l will get permission!” Speak decisively.

“ohhhh...well...l guess, you cant't come then.” Maggie shoulders drop.

“Huh? Come where?” l frowned.

“They cancelled basketball practice because they are using the gym for something else. So l wanted us to go to the bookstore with glen.” Glen is another classmate and childhood friend. the three of us are often together.

Glen and Maggie are couple.

They often worry that l'll be left by myself so they invite me along to wherever they go. But l am fine not joining them since l always feel like the third wheel.

“Nah, l'm good. You go ahead.”

“Wait, why? l need you go to with. You chose a great book for me last time. l want you to choose another one for me! so you really can't” Maggie dipped her head and stared up at me with big puppy eyes.

“That doesn't work on me anymore, nice try though.” Maggie puppy eyes turned into a full on pout.

“l ready promissed my teacher that l'd show at the meet today. l can't just ditch las minute.”“Besides, l want to get permission to recruit new members as soon as possible.” l thought as l bit my lower lip and looked at maggie back.

l don't know how long it is going to take to convince the teacher to get that magic ticket. So, it's a no from me dawg. But have fun with Glen”

“You know... l had hoped to hear about Andrew Lincoln's work from you today...”

“Staaaph! You know Andrew lincoln is my favorite author!”

“Ok,ok. But next time will you go with?” Maggie looked serious waiting for an affirmative answer.

“Yes! l promise.”

“Alright! l'm gonna hold you to that!”

“l won't let you down! For now, l have to go convince this teacher!

“Haha,good luck!”

With a last wave at maggie, l took off for the language department where my teacher was expecting me.

*knock knock*

“Huh? What's going on?” l stand with my hand still in the air after knocking the door. “l thought l told the teacher that l was coming today” l knocked on the office door again, but there still was no response.

“whats should l do?.... should l go inside” The teacher has never been late before. l wonder if something happened to him.

“Well, if anything, if he's not there, l can check the teacher's lounge. if the door is unlocked l can just wait in here.” l carefully opened the door

“Hello? mr. grimes?” The room was fairly dark, so l turned on the lights. That's when l saw a person slouched in chair at the back of the room

lt is my language teacher, Rick Grimes. He is also an advisor and a member of the Literature Club to which l belong. “Um... teacher rick?”

“ls he sleeping? During school hours?” Looks like he's asleep. “Wow, he looks completely out of it” Seeing his sleeping face, only one thought occurs to me: this is a side of him l never get to see.

“His skin is so fair and his eyelashes so long, He looks so peaceful. He's always calm and smiling. No wonder he's so popular with the ladies.”

But it's not just his looks that makes him popular. He is also an amazing teacher and cares for his students. lt's amusing though, before class starts, you always see all the girls batting their eyelashes at him. Heh

l really shouldn't be talking though...

.... Because l like him too.

l might even go so far as to say it was love at first sight.

l remember the day when l first requested to join the Literature Club. l looked up and saw his sweet smile. His first words were, “Thank you for coming, l'm happy you are here.”

“...Of course my teache does not know about my crush.” Since l'm a student, l need to make sure l keep these felings in check. “l don't want to cause any problems.”

l sat down in a chair across from a sleeping Rick. “He's sleeping so soundly, it doesn't look like he's going to wake up any time soon.”

“Hm... what should l do?”... “Since he's sleeping so well, l guess l'll let him be and just hang out a while.” “ln the meantime, l can think of how to persuade mr. grimes and how to recruit new members!”

“Actually lemma write the ideas down.” As l'm reaching for my bag, something catches my eye. A stack of papers is randomly placed on my teacher's desk.

lt seemed to be a manuscript of some sort that belonged to my teacher, given that the handwriting was similar. “ls this novel professor wrote... l didn't know he whote novels”

“l want to take a peek, but l really shouldn't read it without permission...But...just a teensy tiny peek shouldn't hurt, right? Just a page or two? l glance over at rick. He is still sleeping soundly.

“...Dear literary gods, please don't strike me down for being unable to contain my curiosity. Teach, forgive me, l just must know!” As l prayed for forgiveness from every deity, l picked up the manuscript.

The shorts story written from a male perspective was about 4000- characters long and spanned about 10 sheets. l of course read the entire thing in one go. “Did he write this”

Suddenly, l saw a movement in the comer of my eye.

“Ahem...”

The manuscript was lifted out of my hand. when l looked up, l saw that Rick had woken up at some point.

“Y/n, well, what's going on here? Do you always go around reading other people's private work... Perhaps l shouldn't have left it out in the open, but that's besides the point. ”

“l'm sorry. That was really rude of me.” As l apologized l was still staring at the manuscript that my teache was holding. “Not to impose even more, but can l,um, ask you about that? Did you write that?

“I did...-

“Sr. rick! lt' s phenomenal!!

“Wha-?”

Excited l stepped up to mi teacher “The world is so enveloping and you can feel the anguish and pain of the protagonist! It's written absolutely beautiful way” “the writing style resembles my favorite author, Andrew Lincoln, in every way!

Andrew Lincoln is a romance novelist who is very popular among the younger generation. He mainly writes young adult romance novels from a male perspective. Many of his works are very emotional and sad.

“On, that's right, you are a fan of Lincoln” l excitedly clapped my hands in front of me and rapidly nodded my head.

“Yes!!! A thousand times yes! l absolutely love that author! His work is incredible and has me in tears every time! l also love the fact that everything surrounding him is so mysterious. There is nothing about author himself anywhere. All we know is that he writes beautiful novels.”

“l see...” Whenever Lincoln is mentioned, Rick doesn't show much enthusiasm.

“Sr. rick, do you not care for this author? Whenever he is mentioned you seem very uninterested.”

“Ah, l'm sorry. l didn't mean to give off that impression.” Rick put the manuscript away in his desk drawer and turned to look at me. “ By the way, wasn't there something you wanted to discuss”

“Oh! Right! Right! l came to get permission!

“ls it for recruiting new members?”

“Yes!!!” nod frantically.

Rick sighed and nodded. “We discussed this before, but l will remind you that l will only accept motivated and interested students. l do not want the Literature club to become a ''Resume filler'' or hangout for unsavory people.”

“l know, l know, that's why l'm here to talk about that”sighed and nodded

“lt's not going to be easy to convince me.”

“But if we don't recruit more members the club will go extinct.”

“l understand this, but it is still better than having students not take it seriously.”

“Well, if you say so...

The teacher's words reminded me of the incident that happened previously.

Soon it was only teacher and myself.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop

“l just want to have a few more members and be able to advertise for the club”

“Y/N, l think just the two of us are perfectly fine. We don't need a lot of members to make the club interesting. Don't you think so?”

“lt's not that...”

In fact l love having Rick all to myself.

We haves so much fun every meeting that l look forward to them. But l wanted new members as much as l wanted to spend time alone with rick.

Because... “l really want other people to talk to about the books l read. l want someone who love Andrew Lincoln's work as much as l do and is enthusiastic about discussing it!”

Reading is something you do on your own, but discussion about a book is something that requires other people. l enjoyed talking to my peers about the books l read.

Of course l can talk to Rick but it's different. with him, we can discuss everything BUT Andrew Lincoln's work. And that is something l really, really want to discuss with others.

Since rick isn't interested in Lincoln's work, there is no point talking to him about it. “So l really want new members!”

“l see. l didn't realize how much you wanted to have more students in the club.” Rick sat deep in thought looking at me.

“l think l almost have him. Just a little more persuasion...” l was ready to fire off another reason as to why we need new members when..

Ding! Ding!

“ Rick Grimes, you have a phone call, please come to the staff office.” Rick was called over the school intercom, which effectively ended our conversation.

“alright. l understand why you wish to have new members. Let us think of ways to recruit members who are enthusiastic. l need to take this phone call. l will be right back.” With a smile, Rick took off.

“Great! looks like l got through to him, but damn that interruption!” “It's a step in the right direction though! Well, while he is taking his phone call,l'll just wait there for him to get back.” While waiting, l decide to take a look around the room.

A large bookshelf stood against the wall. lt was overfilled with books. There were so many in fact, that they were stacked in front of other books in little towers.“ The departament buys so many books that they are running out of room to store them”

Looking around a bit more it occurs to me that rick is not very tidy“ perhaps professor is just too busy to take the time and straighten up”

Since we use this as a club meeting room, l also tidy up every so often, but since it is the teacher's office, l can't straighten up and throw out stuff as much as l want. “Well, l guess for now l can get rind of this... Why is there a big cardboard box blocking the entrance anyway? lsn't some this some sort of fire code violation?”

l try to pick up the box, which is full of envelopes and documents. lt is much heavier than l had expected. “Good grief, what is in this thing?” l manage to lift the box into the air, but as soon as l did several envelopes that were on top crashed to the floor. “Ah crap“

One envelope wasn't properly sealed and the contents spilled all over the floor. “Crap,crap,crap!! What if this is some super duper important doc and l just got all the pages mixed up! I'm like so dead!”

“Huh? What is this” l took a closer look at the scattered documents. The handwriting seemed familiar. There was no doubt that these documents were written by Rick. “Oh! rick, did you actually write a full length novel?!”

l had just read a short story earlier that was written by my teache. l absolutely loved it. Needless to say l was dying to read this!

“Ugh.. but the JUST scolded me for reading his papers without permission. l would feel violated if someone did this to me so l'm going to go ahead and put this back. Alright, in you go buddy!” As l was sliding the manuscript into the envelope the author's name sprung out at me.

“What the hell? Andrew Lincoln? l slid the manuscript back out of the envelope and quickly flipped through the pages. The handwriting was all the same. “No way...” A million thoughts went through my head all at once.

Nobody knows anything about Lincoln's private life or where he is based out of. why is one of this manuscripts here?. There has to be logical explanation. “ Is my teache--

“What are you doing y/n”

“AHHH!!”

l was so shocked at reading my favorite author's name that l didn't hear the door open behind me. When l turned around l saw Rick stantiong at the door with a faint smile on this face.

l felt like a hundred flashing neon arrows were pointing at me blinking “GUITY!”“GUILTY”.

How the hell was l going to explain myself out of this one? Rick stepped in front of me, l made a desperate attempt as l turned to face my teache.

“Uh... h-hi! Um... you see, what had happened was. l was trying to clean and the box tumbled and spilled the manuscript everywhere... l'm sorry. l tried to collect it all...”

“And then?” Rick looked at me in a serene but threatening way.

“Then?”

“What did you see?” My teache closed the door and stepped in front of me.

“See? what did l see?” l stepped back instinctively as Rick comer closer.

“y/n, please be honest, what did you see?

“Well... the manuscript... the name... Er.. well... could.. you.. maybe be the novelist Andrew Lincoln?”

“......” The silence felt endless and l quickly regretted blurting out that assumption.

A thought occurred to me..l have been fawning over Andrew Lincoln to my teache for how long now? l practically confessed my love for him in front of my teache. l spilled everything from how much l love Lincoln's work, how much it makes me cry, how my heart absolutely longs for him.

lt is stuff would absolutely never ever tell the actual author himself “But... l mean that'd be ridiculous, right? Him being Andrew Lincoln... At least l really hope it's not him... l would be mortifiel and could neve show my face at his school again.”

l swallowed thickly and meekly looked up at Rick who was staring intensely at me. my teacher's demeanor had completely changed.

“Hmmm....” Rick let out a small sigh which made my bangs ruffle.

as l loocked at my teacher through my bangs, it occured to me that he was acting completely different front usual. “What if was Andrew Lincoln? What would you do then?”

Rick tone changed. He no longer presented himself like my teacher. lt was more of a predator having trapped its prey.“l...l don't know if l would... believe that.”

“Ah.. Well you see... l am Andrew Lincoln”

“No... way...” He stared at me.

“Why would l lie to you, you're holding the proof right in your hand.” l glanced at the manuscript in my hand.

“Whoa!”

l'm so aghast that my hand involuntarily loosens around the manuscript. Rick grabs my hand. “Don't drop that. lt still needs to be delivered to the publisher today.” l nod like l'm on autopilot. “Well then, y/n”

“U-um...yes?”

Rick steps closer towards me. l instinctively step back, but my back hits upon a solid surface. l forgot the bookshelf was right behind me.

my teacher takes another step towards me. “What's happening?”

l glance at the door and make a movement towards it. Suddenly Rick arm is in my line of sight. He has trapped me between himself and the bookshelf. “Not so fast, y/n. So... the teacher you admire and novelist you worship are the same persona... what are you going to do now?

l look up at my teacher who has an imperious smile on his face

My day started so ordinary.....

what have l gotten myselft into?!?

part 2???

[sunsafewriting]

Do A Flip - chapter 5

After leaving St Michael’s, Ava does everything she can to support Diego, including taking him to extracurriculars. Beatrice is his aikido instructor, and it changes everything.

chapter excerpt:

Miguel. 

He finds Ava sitting in the shade under a large tree. She’s slumped back against the trunk, arms folded over her chest, legs stretched out in front of her. 

He drops down beside her — leaving a gap, because they’re both kind of gross and sweaty from the last few hours of manual labour — and follows her gaze. She’s watching Beatrice and Diego across the courtyard, where they seem to be embroiled in some kind of debate. If Miguel had to guess, he’d say it’s round two of the can I climb the trellis? negotiations that Diego has already lost once. 

Ava seems content to rest in silence, but Miguel’s been waiting patiently for his opportunity to tease her, and he’s absolutely not going to let it slide. 

"How’s your foot?" he asks, all innocence. Okay, maybe half, one-third, one-quarter innocence. 

Ava elbows him in the ribs — more gently than he deserves. And she’s smirking, so he knows that he’s not really bothering her. "Sore," she says. "But fine. The flowerpot wasn’t that heavy." 

He grins. He’s not going to let her live this down for a while, and he suspects that Mary won’t either. "And how’s your pride?" 

"Just fine," she tells him. "It may surprise you to hear this, Miguel, but today was not the first time something like that has happened to me." 

"Maybe you should do a better job keeping Beatrice away from the fifty-pound bags of gravel, then."

"Unfortunately, she can look hot doing anything," Ava complains, plucking a piece of grass from the dirt and tearing it in half, then in half again. "I’ll never be safe." 

"Tough break, Silva."

"It’s rough."

"Yup. But I’m told that God never gives us more than we can handle," he says. 

It’s the sort of mildly sacreligious joke that would normally go down well with Ava, but he doesn’t get a response. 

In fact, she’s frowning, attention fixed on where Beatrice has successfully distracted Diego from the trellis, redirecting him by showing him how to plant one of the new baby saplings in the ground. They’re kneeled down together, on opposite sides of the plant, and Diego’s head is tilted in careful concentration while Beatrice explains what they’re doing. 

"Ava? Are you —"

"Do you think he does, though, sometimes?" Ava blurts. 

"Huh?"

"God. Like, I don't believe in any of it, but — but say that I did." She squirms nervously, twisting the material of her shirt in her hands. "Do you think that sometimes God, or the universe, or whatever, really does send you more than you can handle?"

And they’re obviously not talking about Ava's inability to be chill about Beatrice's biceps anymore, but he has no idea how this got away from him. 

Apparently Ava doesn’t either, judging by the humourless way she laughs, how she waves a hand vaguely. 

"Sorry," she says. "I feel a bit weird. Maybe I have heatstroke." 

And that would be easy to turn into a joke, and probably Ava even wants him to, but he won’t. "What do you mean?"

She draws her knees up to her chest and winds her arms around them, as though it’s important to be as small as possible for this. "I just — for a long time, I didn’t have anything in my life go well. Like, at all. And that’s — I get it. Luck of the draw, right? You keep rolling." She shrugs. Sharply. "But this last while, it’s like things can’t seem to stop going well. I have Diego and Beatrice and my friends, and the bar, and college, and it's all working out for me right now."

"Sounds like maybe you earned a break. And you're getting it," he replies.

She puffs out a breath. "And how long does the break last?"

"Ava —"

"I have, like, everything I've ever wanted. Do you know how crazy that is? What if I fuck it up?"

"You won't fuck it up," Miguel assures her. "You might fuck up, every now and then, but you're not going to fuck it up. Your life, I mean. You know that it's going well because of you, right, Ava? Because you're great, and people love you?"

She fidgets, then cracks a deliberate smile. "I am pretty spectacular."

"Yeah. And besides, not that it's really the point, or whatever, but you don't have everything you ever wanted, actually." It’s likely not the best approach to take, but Miguel’s not a licensed therapist. Solve the most obvious problem in front of you: that’s his motto. 

"You and I both know that the odds of a Jurassic Park ever —"

"Not that," he says, rolling his eyes. "I mean Beatrice. And your — well. That whole thing. Pretty sure you wouldn't be dropping flower pots if you'd sorted that out."

"Nah, I still would be," Ava declares, with so much exasperated confidence that he doesn't question it. "But you make a good point, I guess. I just — sometimes it's like I can feel this whole awesome future hinging around me. And if I drop the ball, it all goes away."

"It wouldn't," he promises. "If you dropped the ball, Beatrice would pick it up. Or I'd pick it up. Or one of your other friends would."

Ava nods. "I know that. In my head of heads." It’s an odd expression, but Ava's full of odd expressions. 

"And I can prove it to you. Sort of," Miguel says, because right at that moment, Beatrice is past them. She’s holding a watering can, making her way towards the garden tap, and looking over at them far less than she would look over at Ava in any other context. 

He hopes that one day, once she and Ava are together for real, she starts to like him a bit more, because he really likes her. 

"Hey, Beatrice!" he hollers. 

She stops, turns to them. "Yes?"

"What would you do if Ava blew up your apartment?" Arguably the most substantial dropping of the ball it is possible for one person to achieve. 

Beatrice’s eyebrow arches up. "We don't have the necessary materials at our apartment for an explosion. The most she could manage is a reasonably-sized oil fire."

"Just say she blew it up. The whole thing. Everything in it."

"Is this one of those riddles?"

According to Ava, Diego has been going through something of a trick question phase lately, so perhaps Beatrice is right to be wary. 

"It's not a riddle," he promises. 

"Well, I suppose we'd have to get a new apartment, wouldn't we?" she says. "And new things. Although Ava tells me her Loch Ness monster ladle is irreplaceable."

"Just because you can buy another one online doesn't mean it's the same," Ava insists. 

"And we'd also have to make sure you didn't go to prison for arson or insurance fraud or whatever inspired you," Beatrice lists off. 

Ava grins. "Are you saying you’d have to get me off on charges of — wait, that I’d have to get off on — okay, give me a second, I’m nearly there —" 

"That’s what she said," Beatrice supplies, in a tone so dry that it takes Miguel a beat to process that she’s being playful. 

Ava experiences no such delay: she glows brilliantly, all at once. "Oh my god. I’m such a good influence on you. Twelve years of Catholic education can’t touch this," she declares, preening.

Miguel can think of about six comments in response to that , but even though Ava would certainly find them hilarious, he doesn’t think Beatrice would. 

[leonawriter]

I like angst fic. I really do - or rather, I like hurt/comfort fic. I enjoy seeing characters get hurt both emotionally and physically for the pure satisfaction of seeing them piece themselves back together and grow from the experience, growing closer to their friends in the process.

But... the thing is, when there are entire prompt sets and archive tags with the idea of ‘Hurt![character]’, and ‘[character]!angst’, it starts to get kind of... I get wary.

And when I give reading some of them a go, it gets tiring.

The reason behind this is that I enjoy when the angst, the pain, comes naturally from the story you’ve come up with. 

Sometimes a story can read organically even from a prompt that goes “must include these listed elements”, but the thing I’m wary of (and weary of) is the sense that some fics, after a certain while, read more like the...

I can anticipate that there’s going to be the set-up, I can often see them putting the characters into position, something happens - often with no real foreshadowing, so it makes it seem very out of the blue - and then everyone’s stressing out, and then things are fixed somehow.

But it often doesn’t feel... like there’s any real meaning behind the conflict. It might be ‘random stranger shouts generic insults at protagonist/hurls something at them’ or ‘random stranger who is drunk starts a fight’. Nameless thugs. Two-dimensional villains that you don’t have to think too much about, because this isn’t about them, it’s about the fact that protagonist is hurt.

Except, I want there to be more substance to the issues at hand. I want there to be more reason behind why the protagonist doesn’t have something that’d heal them if that’s available other than ‘we forgot last time we were at the shops’ - or at the very least make that make sense. I want the villain to feel like a person, like they’re not just doing something randomly, because they have their own thoughts, their own reasons. If they’re drunk, have they had a bad day? If they’re yelling insults and curses, is there something about them that makes them feel like that?

And when everything’s said and done, I want a little more than ‘and then the situation is fixed and everyone’s okay now.’ My personal favourite - even if I’m not quoting it word for word in the fic - is “I might not be okay right now, but I will be.” It shows how the event, which in most hurt/comfort or similar fics is some flavour of trauma, affects the person on a life-changing scale, even in small ways. Show them improving. Maybe not getting there all the way, but having hope.

To me, that’s how it should be. 

A setting of the scene, an incident (whether on purpose or not, whether others are involved or not), a rescue of some sort (whether they rescue themself and make it to their friends, or if their friends (or an erstwhile enemy) find them first, and then a sort of dawn of hope for the future, possibly with a realisation of something that makes them glad to have come out of the situation in one piece (more or less).

If you skimp out on some aspects, it can work (if, for example, you’re only following one character and they sometimes black out, or forget things), but be careful that this doesn't make any one of those parts formulaic and boring (the biggest thing here is to put your heart into writing it, poke the characters for natural reactions). And please don’t skimp on the ending.

[seokiloquy]

Freeze Frame Pt 2 - Hinata Shoyo

Au: Regular (post-timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, past friends to lovers, alcohol, Hinata is approximately 25 while the reader is about 22-23)

Word Count: 15k+

Pt 1 | Pt 2

"Alright, I'm off!"

"Do you have your key?"

You stopped in the doorway, patting down your pockets. "Yup!"

Pedro came out of his room, cracking his neck while he stretched. "Do you want me to drive you?"

"No. Thanks, though." You picked up the large black bag by your feet, grunting while getting it onto your back.

"Are you walking?"

"Biking."

Pedro stopped mid-stretch. "Shoyo's old bike?"

"Ya, might as well put it to use. And I'm nervous, so hopefully, it'll work some of that energy off."

"Are you sure you don't want to drive?"

"Confident."

"Okay. Good luck."

You smiled at your roommate and closed the door behind you.

Being hired right out of school was a blessing. A bigger paycheck to compete with Pedro's streaming income and just taking better care of the two of you on top of getting to spoil your godchild senseless because Heitor and Nice deserved it. It was perfect.

Except for the fact that the club hired you after looking at your portfolio without any interview or entry tour. Nothing. You had only been able to talk with your boss, Thomas, over the phone, primarily of him excitedly rambling about how excited he was to have you be a part of the crew.

It wasn't normal, far from it. It made you anxious, stomach-churning at the thought of having to work in an environment that was out of the norm. No face-to-face meeting? Who does that?

You were practically going in blind, minus the fact that they had bought you a brand new, hefty, professional camera that you managed to get some practice in with Heitor's help.

Its weight made riding the bike harder, though.

Despite getting to listen to the sounds of the city while riding, you could barely hear it over your panting.

If you didn't gain the physic of a god from these rides, you promised yourself to just take Pedro up on his offer of the car.

Your boss was waiting for you inside the front doors of the stadium when you arrived. He carried his mug tightly at his side, using his other hand to shake yours. His toothy smile made his cheeks crease behind his beard.

"You're here! Happy to finally meet you!"

"You're very upbeat. Hope it's not alcohol in that mug of yours." And you did it again. You bit your tongue as soon as the words fell out of your mouth.

His smile shifted to a look of shock. You worried that he was about to fire you on the spot. But before you could grimace any tighter and run back outside to where the bike was waiting for you. The man bellowed a rumbling laugh, hand falling to your shoulder with a few firm pats.

"You're perfect! Don't be afraid to boss the players and coaches around, okay. It's your job to make them look good. So a smile always helps."

Even with the camera's bag weighing heavy on your shoulders, it suddenly felt like it had been lifted.

"Well, let's hope I don't accidentally insult them in the process."

Thomas slapped your shoulder. "Just wear a big smile, and they'll be fine. They've all got tough skin anyways. Hecklers run rampant."

He walked you around the stadium, bringing you to meet different staff members and take their picture as a sort of orientation to the team. Other photographers and videographers did the same upon arrival, a tradition that started a few years ago when Thomas got promoted.

You got every person to make their favourite volleyball move for your collection.

"The players will be here in about an hour. And fans will start piling in about another hour later. How about we get you into the change room with one of the filmers to get some shots?"

"That sounds okay. But what about during the game?"

"Well, since I'm in charge of what visuals get produced in this department, I also get to have a say in who we hire. And I like your style, so just do what you do best."

"Are you sure? Is there nothing you specifically want?"

"I want your best work!"

"Thomas, that gives me no direction."

"You'll figure it out."

"Oh lord."

The man chuckled, tipping the brim of his mug for a sip. "I've been meaning to ask, some of the photos in your portfolio were of beach volleyball players. One of them was that Ninja Shoyo wasn't it?"

Despite not having anything to drink yourself, the saliva in your mouth decided to slip down the wrong tube, sending you into a coughing fit. Thomas rubbed your back with an occasional pat but continued to sip happily at his drink. 

"Ninja Shoyo? I haven't heard that name in a long while. I thought people had forgotten about him."

"Oh, they sure did forget. Well, at least until a couple of weeks ago."

"How come?"

"You haven't heard? He'll be here with his team later. He signed with Asas São Paulo."

You nearly threw up, as if your body thought that coughing wasn't enough of a visceral reaction and decided to try and send you to another plane of existence with an empty stomach. Luckily, the brand new camera in your hands was strapped around your neck, or Shoyo would have inadvertently and indirectly been the cause of another break, and you had run out of orange tape long ago.

"He's what?!"

Thomas grinned behind the top of his mug, "Oh, so you do know him."

Talk about going in blind.

You called Pedro as soon as you had the chance. Pleading him to tell you if he knew about Shoyo's return to Brazil.

"Oh ya, forgot about that."

"You forgot?! I'm about to see him again for the first time in, what is it, four years? And you didn't think to tell me that the idiot that robbed me of my heart before leaving the country just decided to pop back up without a hello?!"

"Well, you did give it to him, and to be fair, he isn't in Rio. He had to go straight to São Paulo. So it's not like you would've seen him meditating at the beach or playing keep up with Heitor." Something about the comment made your chest ache. "I guess it just slipped my mind. Maybe I thought you would've gotten the news from him already."

You didn't get the news. Now it was hitting your face like one of Shoyo's spikes.

You kept yourself ducked behind your camera as you navigated around the edge of the playing field. Despite being a photographer for Rio's team, your eyes kept trailing back to the other side of the court. Half the time they did, the ball wasn't there for a good excuse. Still, they stuck like glue, unable to peel away.

Cheers roared louder as the home team got another point. It was a close game, nerve-racking for Rio as São Paulo was known as one of the best. They just had to get further ahead in the race. You captured a photo of the wing spiker celebrating and his teammates patting his back. 

Walking around the court's corner, you stepped over the safety matting and crouched down at the centre of the pitch before the padded post opposite the referee. Idly listening to the chatter of the teams on either side of you, you lifted your camera when you noticed Rio's front row, running closer to form a block. You zoomed in.

"Heads!"

There was pain. First your head, then your side, and then it felt like all air had been forced out of your lungs. Something smashed onto the court floor. You weren't sure if it was the other side of your dizzied head or something else. Once able, you wheezed, taking in all the air stolen from you. Sound started to roll in like thunder. Cheers and stomping feet from the stadium around you rushed into your ears with a throbbing force. When you opened your eyes, you were sideways on the floor, staring at your brand new camera, which was worth much more than your monthly pay, cracked along the glass of the first lens. You rolled over.

Brown eyes, dark copper, greedily absorbing all the light in the room. They seemed to suck you into them as well.

His weight was on top of you, and even if you could move, his arms kept you caged against the polished floor. You tried to look away. Up where you could see the players of both teams looking shocked, down to where his legs were resting on top of yours, or at his forearm where his muscles were tense with keeping his weight up. You tried, but Shoyo always was a bit greedy for attention.

It was a whispered question, a single word. It took you a half-second to realize it was your name being spoken. 

"Shoyo—"

Hands were on you, hulling both of your forms off the floor and away from each other. Someone's thumb pressed into the welt on your temple. It stung and caused a rippling throb to move underneath your skin, but you didn't wince. Instead, your eyes locked onto the brown ones set a couple metres away instead of inches, keeping you frozen in place.

São Paulo lost that game by a tight margin. Though many fans claimed that they would've won had Shoyo not been forced to sit down for the last couple rallies of the game.

"Pedro!"

The restaurant was bustling. People chattered over the clinking of their utensils against the plates. Waiters ran around, balancing their trays filled with filled or emptied plates and cups while the legs danced beneath them, carrying their bodies from one end of the building to the other in seconds.

To the dark-haired Brazilian, it felt normal, but the copper-haired volleyball player was going through another dose of culture shock, wedging himself in the corner to get away from the noise.

Pedro waved and slid between chairs to wash his hands in the bathroom before returning and settling down in the seat opposite his friend. A waiter arrived at their table quickly, asking if they wanted a drink other than water while reading over the menu.

"Cachaça," Shoyo replied, not even looking at the paper for options. Pedro was fine with the water.

"Been a while since you've had some, huh?"

The alcohol arrived poured into a short glass that perfectly fit his palm. Shoyo refilled his glass of water in preparation.

"Oh ya! I tried looking for some sugar-cane alcohol in Japan, but there wasn't a lot, and it didn't taste the same. Nothing beats alcohol from the source!"

Pedro breathed a laugh. "Well, there's lots of cachaça here."

"Lots of sake too! Makes me feel closer to home," Shoyo sighed, rubbing his stomach. "It feels good to be back."

"Does it? You're in a completely different city this time around. Rio and São Paulo are quite different. You must be enjoying the nightlife a bit more there."

Shoyo opened his mouth to reply just as the waiter returned.

"Oh, I want some moqueca. Pedro?"

"I'll just get the barbeque meat?"

"Do you want to get some quindim for dessert?"

"Sounds good."

The waiter left quickly. Pedro waited for a moment before looking back at Shoyo, who was taking a sip from his glass of water. "So the nightlife?"

"It's different. Being on a team, the players like to spend at least one night each week going out for drinks. It's fun, but I'm more used to practicing every minute, even at night. They're more insistent on going out than they are back home. But that just might be a matter of the people."

Pedro nodded. "Have you at least settled into your apartment?"

"Almost! It's a bit bigger than our apartment was. I have a couch and a big tv! I mostly use it to watch games, though. It's also pretty close to the stadium, which makes me able to bike there."

"I'm guessing you got a bike as soon as you arrived?"

"Ya! A real cool one too. I do miss being able to bike near the beach, though." Shoyo paused, gulping at his cachaça while taking one of the small ice cubes into his mouth. Pedro heard it break between Shoyo's teeth before it melted away. "So, what have you been up to?"

"Well, streaming really took off,"

"Oh ya, I've been watching." 

Pedro smiled. "So I sped up my university progress and graduated a year early. And with the money, we managed to afford an apartment that had a bit more room that we could use as an office."

Pedro relaxed in his chair, sipping his water. Across from him, Shoyo's eyes widened, and a smile grew between his cheeks. The waiter came and placed their meals down before them just as this happened.

"We? Did you find a partner?"

Pedro choked and hurriedly set his glass down, grabbing a napkin to wipe the water from the corners of his lips. 

"Ah, no, don't get any ideas!"

Shoyo's nose scrunched, and his smile became sharper. "What, are you embarrassed? You don't have to be Pedro. We're friends! Tell me about your life!"

"I'm not dating anyone, Shoyo!"

"Are you sure? Then who are you living with?"

“I don’t think that’s too important.”

“Come on, tell me.”

“Shoyo.”

“Tell me!”

Your name fell hurriedly from Pedro's lips.

Shoyo stilled. The gamer watched his older friend's expression dull, smile disappearing, and the teasing glint in his eye vanished. 

Shoyo blinked, took a deep breath and stood from his chair. He said, "I'm going to go wash my hands before we eat." Slowly, as if another sentence was running through his mind, and walked toward the bathroom.

As he washed his hands in the sink, he brought a few scoops of water to his face, letting it cool down the heat that was starting to pool in his cheeks.

When he returned, there was a list of questions ready in his mind.

You had been eager to distract yourself with work. Between a racing heart and a wandering mind fighting each other, you wanted nothing more than to sit in your office and work quietly while Pedro's talking became white noise in the background. Anything to forget about crashing into Shoyo for the first time in years.

When you and Predo moved into your new apartment and set up your office, you both knew things would function differently than before. Being the largest secluded room in the apartment, the two of you had decided to split the room down the centre, putting shelves on opposite walls to fill with your individual things. 

Your side carried photo books, art books, albums, cameras, lenses, tripods, and all the works you could ever need. Pedro was kind enough to buy you a drone for your birthday under the condition that you could help him film things with it should he ever make a video outside. The drone sat proudly on your shelf, one of the few things visible at a glance. You frequently used it at the beach, often taking pictures of the athletes on the sand and water.

Pedro used his shelves to mostly display his manga collection and some merchandise, both his and others (many of them being One Piece related). He had even taken to displaying swords on your shared wall. You would watch him pull one off the wall from your side of the room and show his viewers.

You shared a large desk. A custom-made one that you both invested in. It was somewhat triangular, like two Ls placed back to back. You had it pushed against the back wall underneath the window. Your monitors were set up so that when you sat down, you would be able to look out the window on one side and to your roommate on the other. The desk itself was kept as clean as possible, though there was a mess of wires behind the screens.

You were editing a photo when Pedro read out a question from his stream.

"What equipment do I use? I have a camera, a mic, a monitor, com—oh, you want specifics. Um."

You spouted out the names and specifics before you could help yourself. Pedro's sclera was visible above his iris when he stared at you. It took a half-second before you slapped a hand over your mouth.

Pedro glanced at his chat and sighed. "We are not dating! Shut it!"

"Sorry."

"Well, at least they got the specifics of the equipment. Guys, I wasn't even the one that bought them. My roommate did. They work with that type of equipment."

You really didn't, but your photography and film technology classes taught you enough to at least know about them.

Pedro ended up introducing you on his stream. Not that you particularly minded. It was one of those new things that you and Pedro had discussed possibly happening when you set up the office. At least this way, you wouldn't need to do acrobatics when delivering Pedro a meal.

His fans were nice enough to leave you alone, at least. If you did gain one thing, fans of his who had an interest in sports or photography had started following your work, and by extension, your freelance portfolio was beginning to grow.

The teenager had been squinting at you for a while as you set up your gear. At first, you paid him no mind. You were where to do work, paid for by his coach. But then cents seemed to start being given once he built up the courage to say something.

He was giving sets to his teammates, eyes away from you while you snapped photos of the flying players from beside him.

"So you're Pedro's roommate?"

"Um ya. How did you know?"

The ball landed in his fingertips, you grabbed a picture, and it was back in the air without a sound.

"Well, our whole team watches him, and when you showed up, and we found out you did sports photography, we sort of asked if he could book you. Your pictures are cool."

You laughed, finger pressing into the button of your camera. "Thank you for the approval then. Was there something else you wanted to ask me?"

He quickly scratched a dark hand against his shoulder before setting another ball into the air. "Hmm, what other photography have you done?"

"Well, I mainly photograph volleyball. But I've also done other sports and have played around with aerial photographs with a drone. I'll do landscapes on occasion if I find one I like."

"Have you ever done wedding photography?"

You paused for a moment. "I have, actually. Once, about 4 years ago, for a friend's wedding. They weren't your usual photos mind you."

"You have a style, and it's cool! I'm asking because my cousin is getting married soon, and their photographer's passport still hasn't been renewed. And when I showed her your photos, she thought they were really cool."

"Passport? An abroad wedding?" Your brow brushed against your camera in a questioning movement.

"Ya. I know it's a bit short notice, but she wondered if I could ask you."

Getting away from Rio for a time would be nice. A new environment, new experiences. Something to give you some extra distance.

"After we're done, I'll give you my business card, okay?"

Shoyo stared at his mostly unpacked boxes to the shelving and furniture around his main room. The left side of the wall felt tight, blocking the window from letting in fresh air and light. Giving his back a stretch, he grabbed one of the shelves and moved it into the corner of the room. Once secured, he cracked the window and let the incoming gust of air wash over his face.

Then the honking started, blaring into his home as if the cars were right next to him. He slammed the window shut. And when the sound didn't seem to go away, he slid the shelf back into place.

Backing up into the couch, he sat soundlessly staring at the unappealing setup. The shelves were too short of reaching the ceiling but too high to fit anything on top. The bench beneath the window was cheap, already bowing under the weight of his sports bag. He rolled his back as he leaned into the cushions.

He rolled again, lifting himself off the plush seat and dropping back into it. He shifted, shuffled, and even switched to sit on another cushion entirely.

"This thing isn't that old!"

He stood up. Forgetting the window, leaving the shelves, and trying to remove the uncomfortable couch from his memory, Shoyo moved to his boxes, grabbing the one blocking the doorway for the past couple of weeks and taking it to his room.

He ignored the difficulty of finding a comfortable way to sit when he started unloading the box onto his bed. Picture frames with images from high school were on top. He set those aside to put on his shelves later. He pulled out his old pair of volleyball shoes, his originals that he couldn't throw away. Next was a blue shirt with a familiar phrase printed on the back.

Reading it over then made him realize just how long the box had been left untouched, waiting for a permanent settlement to be revealed once again.

His apartment in Tokyo had been tiny compared to his original family home and apartments in Brazil. For four years, they gathered dust. If a box had items that weren't essential for daily living, it ended up at the house in Miyagi tucked into the corners of his room and left untouched. Even on days when he stayed over and slept in his old bed.

He got to the bottom of the box.

'Happy Birthday'

His heart made a familiar flip in his chest. Remembering the baffled look on your face after he had accidentally crashed into you. Your cheeks were tight then, lips pursed and eyes blown open. He felt so close at that moment it made his brain scramble. He didn't even get a word out. But hearing his name fall off your tongue made him feel whole again. Like he was struck by lightning and came to life again. 

Shoyo pulled the wood-covered book and pulled it into his chest. His fingers stroked the back, feeling the engraved details against his callouses. His chest rose as he breathed, letting the hefty weight of the book sink into him as he exhaled, letting him hold it ever so closer. He stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, biting gently down on the rest as he fell back on the bed with a profoundly satisfying sigh.

He didn't want to hug a book, but he'd take what he could get, even if the hole in his heart only seemed to keep chipping away.

No. Shoyo brought his knees up and rolled to his side. It wasn't enough.

Pedro had gotten a call after his stream ended. It wasn't a long one, but when Pedro glanced your way with pinched lips, you immediately tilted your head in silent question.

"Um, Shoyo is wondering if he could stay over for the weekend."

Immediately, you began frantic, spinning and shuffling as you tried to find something to clamp your emotions onto. Your thigh would have to do. 

"The weekend? I'll be stuck at home until Sunday morning. I have to work on my photos and get them to Thomas. Are you sure he wants to stay here?"

Pedro nodded. "Something about feeling homesick."

"Homesick?! I thought we established that Japan was his home. Why would he come to Rio?"

"I can theorize, but I can't read his mind! What was that?" He turned to the phone again. "Oh. Okay. He bought his bus ticket already."

You sighed. "Pedro, I'm going to skewer you."

"With what? My foam swords?"

You downed a shot glass of cachaça as soon as you got out of bed on Saturday morning. According to Pedro's report, Shoyo had left and would arrive just after lunch.

The work that was waiting on your computer had little progression made in those early hours as you fidgeted in your desk chair. And soon, the source of your continuous shaking knocked on the door. Your heart stuttered, and you launched back in your chair.

"Do you want me to get it?" Pedro asked, dropping his headset to rest around his neck. "Or not?"

You were already on your feet, rushing out of the office and raising a shaky hand to open the door. You wondered if Christ the Redeemer had stepped on his mountain peak to meet you at the door, silhouetted by a bright sun that he carried on his back. But no, life wouldn't give you anything easy.

"Shoyo!" Pedro rushed out of the office and greeted the ginger, pulling him into a tight hug.

The redhead reciprocated, eyes shutting as he squeezed Pedro back.

You quietly let go of the door and backed away, mumbling a quiet desire for cachaça as you turned to the kitchen for the alcohol cabinet.

"Let me help you!" Shoyo had swiftly gotten out of Pedro's arms and to your side. His shoulder bumped against yours once he fell into pace.

Your breath hitched at the contact, forcing you to hold your breath until you knelt down and opened the cabinet door to reveal a collection of bottles.

Shoyo gulped next to you, "So, I was wondering—"

You dropped two bottles into his hand and got up to go toward the fridge. "Do you want Ice with your cachaça?"

"Nah, it'll dilute it. Anyways—"

"Okay, can you grab some glasses from the cabinet? A small one for, big for Pedro, you can choose whichever."

"Uh, sure thing!" He looked to where you pointed and pulled out three glasses, two larger ones of the selection. "So—"

"Pedro! Do you want to get started on dinner? I've got work to do!" You dropped ice into your glass and Pedro's before popping off the lid of one of the bottles and pouring them out one by one.

"Ya, no problem." Pedro shimmied his way past Shoyo to your other side, where you held up his glass for him to take without looking.

"What are you thinking, shrimp stew? Corn chowder?"

Keeping your eyes on the filling glasses, you nodded your head to the top of the fridge. "Something healthier, We've got an athlete in our midsts." You turned and slipped a now full glass into Shoyo's hand. 

Shoyo watched with raised brows as Pedro pulled a familiar-looking cookbook from on top of the fridge. "Hey, isn't that—"

"Alright, I'm off to work." You waved your empty hand behind you as you rushed down the hallways and shut the office door behind you.

Shoyo sighed as Pedro flipped through the old cookbook. "I'm being avoided."

"Sorry, dude," Pedro said before getting to the most worn-down of the pages and setting it on the counter. "But to be fair. You did drop in somewhat unannounced."

The redhead down about half of his glass before replying. "I know I just… needed to feel like I was home again."

"Do they know that?"

Shoyo downed the rest of the glass and filled it again.

When Pedro called for dinner, you came out of the office quickly typing on your phone to the point that the device tilted with every thumb hit. Seeing your form come down the hallway, Shoyo down the rest of his third glass. His stomach was stirring, but it was from hunger, nor the same kind of pre-game stomach ache that he was very familiar with; it was you. Your presence alone sent butterflies and bees a flutter as the nerves decided to attack his abdomen.

He filled his glass again while Pedro set down the food.

"You messaging Thomas?" Pedro asked, making Shoyo's head shoot in his direction.

Shoyo had the sudden urge to visit the bathroom. Never mind, maybe it was the pre-game nerves. Instead, he took a gulp from his glass.

"Ya, just keeping him up to date." You set the phone on the table and helped divide the food onto everyone's individual plates. 

Him? Him who?

Pedro went to grab water, leaving the two of you at the table. Shoyo stared at your phone while you placed food onto his plate.

He gulped. "Can I have your phone?"

You blinked at him as is pondering over his words. "Are you trying to steal my phone?"

"What?! No! I would never. I just wanted to, uh, put my phone number in."

"Oh." You looked away before placing his now full plate down and grabbing Pedro's. "Has your phone number changed?"

"Um, No."

"Mine hasn't either," You picked up the device and handed it over. "But if you want to make sure. Go ahead."

Shoyo nodded shakily as he received the device with both hands. You already had it unlocked for him. Shoyo swiped through the contacts until he found his name, and when he opened the contact, he was met with a familiar number, untouched since it was first put in.

Feeling the swirling feeling in his stomach, he dug deeper, going back into the contact list and looking for a name under 'T' where he hoped to find a man named Thomas.

Shoyo sipped on his drink when he opened the chat message, desperate to find what the conversations might be.

'The photos are done,' you had sent last.

Photos? What photos? He scrolled up, taking another sip.

'Make sure the sweat is visible in every shot!' the made had said earlier.

Why would this Thomas guy need to see sweat? You hadn't been doing boudoir, had you? Boudoir of a man no less? Ones with plenty of visible skin?

He scrolled further up in the chat history.

'We're making a gallery at the stadium entrance, so if you have any you like, send them in!'

Gallery? Stadium? A stadium for the boudoir? Shoyo never thought that would have existed.

This Thomas man was full of compliments. 'The team loved the last group of photos! Especially the celebration ones. Happy men, Happy team!'

Boudoir of many men? All at once?

Shoyo could feel his chest tighten and heat pool at his cheeks. His insides felt like they were ripping themselves apart, clawing at muscle and bone.

When Pedro returned with the water, and you sat back down in your seat, Shoyo slid the phone back to its original spot and took another hefty gulp of cachaça. It burned his throat more than before, gliding through the tight muscles.

Shoyo coughed, daring to bring up the topic. "So, who's Thomas?"

"My boss." Boudoir boss? "He's the one that hired me for the Rio volleyball team."

"Oh." The tightness in Shoyo's chest seemed to ease a bit, making the hair outside his skin feel warmer than it did for a while.

"Hmm!" Pedro hummed around his fork before pulling it out and setting it back on his plate. "I forget the ice."

As the dark-haired man shuffled into the Kitchen, Shoyo looked our way with a big inhale. "So, I wanted to ask you—"

"Pedro, can you grab the napkins too!"

"Ya!"

Shoyo sighed and refilled his class. His brain was buzzing but he needed more courage, and some liquid luck would do the trick.

You had managed to finish your work while Pedro and Shoyo were in the kitchen making dinner, but as per your household rules, you had to wash the dishes. You had to wash them, with Shoyo in the room.

Pedro gave you a look as he left the kitchen for the office. His eyebrows jerked upwards while twitching his head in a slight nod. A quick movement over Shoyo's shoulder as if saying, "You know. Handle it."

The sink filled with dirty dishes quickly became the most exciting thing in the room, along with the lathered sponge and soapy water. The scrubbing was loud and made your hand feel dryer with every second, but the bubbles rolling out of your palm and onto the surfaces of your plates were mesmerizing.

"Do you want a hand?"

You sidestepped away from Shoyo and slapped a hand to your shoulder where his breath was still tickling your skin. The plate in your hand fell into the sink with a splash. You realized seconds too late that you were still holding the sponge and that the water and soap were being squeezed out from the pressure of your grip. Still, you couldn't seem to move and drop it back in the sink.

Shoyo kept his eyes on yours as he reached for one of the towels. Once in hand, he slipped his fingers under your wrist and lifted your arm away from your shoulder. He dropped the towel in its place. He grabbed the sponge.

The room's silence was only supported by Pedro's muffled keyboard clicking in the other room. You could hear your tongue move.

"Hi," Shoyo said lightly as he pulled you back toward the sink. "We didn't really get to talk over dinner."

You nodded, grabbing the towel off your shoulder to start drying dishes. Shoyo took your place and dipped his hand into the soapy water to pull out the plate you had hastily dropped.

"I'm sorry if coming over was pushing a boundary. I know I should've asked you properly and given you time to think. I just — I wanted to get out of my apartment. I wanted to be in Rio again. I… I needed to see you."

Your heart thumped against your ribs, sending jolts into your hands which nearly made you drop another dish. With your lips between your teeth, you sucked in a deep breath and tightened your hold, keeping your eyes down.

Cold hands found your back and began to slither around your sides. 

"Shoyo!" You squirmed.

His cheek found your shoulder as he pushed the bridge of his nose against the side of your neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Can I just hold you for a moment, like before?" His chest was warm against your back. It only settled itself more snuggly against you as he breathed, pulling you in tighter. His calloused hands were moving against your shirt, splaying out and curling in, not unlike setting a ball.

It was burning. Your skin was on fire. Every breath of air felt molten.

The cold water on Shoyo's hands successfully soaked into your shirt, but he paid the damp cloth no mind while he continued his ministrations. 

You twitched, fingers wrapping around his wrists to try and pull him off. "Shoyo, you're drunk, you should go lie down—"

"Shh." His fingers pushed into your skin. "Please, just a little longer."

A shaky gasp escaped you. Your head fell back against his shoulder, and you lifted your hand to card through his warm hair. It was as soft as you could remember. He pulled you flush against his chest at the feeling of your nails against his scalp.

"God damn it. You dumbass."

He hummed lightly, digging his nose in deeper. "I... Hmm, I've wanted to tell you… something."

Nothing more than a slight noise of question escaped you. You weren't sure if you couldn't trust yourself with anything more than that.

"I… Hmm." His breathing tickled your skin. A minute passed as you waited for him to continue until you realized that the alcohol had taken over his system, and he was out like a light.

He what? What was it that he wanted to say? What force compelled him to trust you with his weight and cling on? You wanted to wake him up and pull the words from his lips, but that wouldn't be savoury, not while he's drunk. The warmth against your back made you want to sink into him and throw him off simultaneously.

Why did he have to show up out of the blue and render you speechless, unable to get the word out of our mouth?

You wanted to say sorry. Sorry for running away, sorry for ignoring, sorry for hiding. The words just couldn't make it from your head to your tongue.

So instead, "Idiot," you cursed and gently played with his hair as you carried him to the couch and tucked him under the blankets.

You rushed out of the house the following day with your headset on, not bothering to make yourself presentable and certainly not giving the couch a glance. Even with every bit of your body wanting you to turn your neck, you refused and rushed out. If you had taken the chance, you knew there would be no way you could get yourself outside. The thought of making a proper hangover breakfast for the boys had crossed your mind, but ultimately it felt like too much.

The imaginary image of Shoyo curled up on the couch in one of Pedro's blankets, and one of your pillows would have to suffice.

Heitor and Nice were in the kitchen with little Maria when you arrived. Your godchild, who no doubt was up at the crack of dawn anticipating your visit, hopped off her chair, small hands up in the air as she ran your way. 

"Up! Up!"

As requested, Maria was in our arms and swinging in the air. If you didn't work in a job that had you lifting hefty camera's all the time, you would have not been able to get the 3-year-old higher than your knee.

Heitor and Nice ushered you over to the kitchen quickly, sitting you down and placing a plate of food in front of you before you could even get a word out.

"How's work been? I've been meaning to ask you something about it."

You sipped on the water that Heitor slid over. "It's been pretty good, actually, a great distraction. I actually got a gig photographing a wedding. It's going to be held in Argentina. The husband's family lives there."

"That's fun! Be sure to bring dancing shoes just in case."

"Nice, I'm a photographer, not an active participant in the wedding."

"Just in case! You never know. Anyways, I was wondering if you'd be interested in photographing the samba dancers at the carnival? Y'know, like you did before?"

You nodded while pulling a now empty fork from your mouth and filling it with more food. "I was planning to walk around and take photos anyway, so I definitely could."

"Perfect, give me your hourly rate, and I'll send it forward." 

Heitor, who had been listening along, piped in. His head bobbled strangely as he talked with his chin in his hand. "You've made a tradition of taking pictures at the carnival, haven't you? Isn't that where you met Shoyo?"

"Uh, ya, it is. I was on my own, and he nearly broke my camera."

Heitor nodded. "So, you're not dating Pedro, right?"

Maria slipped off your lap and back into her chair, where she continued to grab her food and stuff it into her mouth.

"What? No! How are those even related?"

Nice slapped Heitor's arm. "I told you!"

"What? Why would I date Pedro? He's great and all, but—"

"You would never betray Shoyo like that," Nice put forward.

"Where did that come from?!"

Heitor rubbed his shoulder with one hand while cleaning up Maria's messes and giving you a curious look. "Were you and Shoyo not dating before he left? We thought you had a massive fallout and broke up."

The heels of your palms pushed into your eyes. "We were never together, and there's no way he liked me then or now. What is even happening right now?"

Nice patted your shoulder. "Okay, we are a bit out of the loop."

"Trust me, so am I."

"What is happening? Catch us up."

Your heart hadn't stopped beating for the past few days, and when you opened your front door, you were just waiting for someone, Shoyo, to jump out at you. 

He never did. You weren't sure if you were relieved or disappointed. Either way, your heartbeat would take a dip, pausing for a moment, and your stomach would tighten. You needed water, something to ease your stomach.

Morning light lit a path through your kitchen, making airborne dust particles visible as they gently floated. They dispersed as you paced through them, reaching for a glass in the upper cabinets.

"Morning."

You jumped, glass hitting the edge of the shelf as you jerked back.

Pedro stood in the doorway, yawning as he tried to force back a cowlick that was swinging forward against the rest of his hair and tickling the corner of his eyebrow.

Sighing, you walk in front of the sink and turn on the tap, using the brief second it took to fill for a moment of meditation. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry, you have been jumpy lately, though. I just greeted you like I normally do."

"It's fine. I've just been anxious, I guess."

"Hmm?" He putters over, grabbing another glass from the cabinets and filling it before leaning against the counter. "What's that about? The Shoyo thing? I should've said no to him coming over; I'm sorry."

You let a tank of air slowly push out of your lungs as you leaned against the counter next to Pedro. His arm lifted, rubbing your back. 

"It's okay. He's okay, more than okay, amazing! Fuck, it was terrifying! Seeing him at the game was one thing but showing up here? Staying for the night? My heart was already on the fritz. I nearly imploded! It's just— It's been so long, and I was stubborn and upset. I still haven't apologized. I can't get it out! And I'm now waiting for him to just knock on the door again like some wife waiting for the milk-man to come and shag—"

The memory of Shoyo's warm breath gliding over your neck gave you shivers. He was drunk. You had to remind yourself of that.

"Slow down, slow down." His hand moved to rest on your shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle in a light massage. "He asked me about you, ya know?"

Your blood ran cold. "What?"

"During dinner after the game. He asked about you over dinner."

"He was still in Rio?! I thought they left immediately after the game!" 

"Ya, their team stayed the night. I think they drove back the next morning, though."

The sinking appeared in your stomach again, and your heartbeat became more vigorous, making you sway with every pulse. "Shoyo asked about me? Why would he ask about me? He should want nothing to do with me. Toss me aside. Reject me! Oh, that would hurt; I deserve it. It wouldn’t be the first time. I’ll get used to it eventually."

You curled in as much as possible without falling to the tiled floor.

"What are you talking about? Why would he reject you? He’s not like those people you used to know, you said it yourself. He really liked you, you know?" Pedro backed up, going for the fridge to pull out something to eat as breakfast.

"Liked? Like, like liked? No, no, no, I did not know that?!" 

Pedro blinked, head halfway in the fridge. "You two were all over each other. What do you mean you didn't know?"

"He never told me that!"

"Ya, he di—oh. I shouldn't have said that." Pedro stared at the door of the closed fridge, lips pinched. He slowly backed up, turning away from you and running into the office room while shovelling food into his mouth. 

"Pedro!" You chased. "What are you talking about?"

"Nuh-uh!" He slammed the door behind him.

When you got the door open and made your way in, Pedro had already started his stream and was interacting with them with a pleasant grin, openly ignoring you in the doorway.

"Hey! Tell me." You whispered. "If you don't, I'm gonna freak out more than I already am, and I don't think I can handle that stress."

"Hey, chat. Give me a second." Pedro looked over, "Look. Trust me. It's alright. I'll explain later."

Although you couldn't see what was being said, you could see the chat begin to blow up, scrolling past at a rapid pace. You crossed your arms, feeling your throat tighten.

Noticing your collapsing form, Predo reached over and held your wrist. "Hey, it'll be just fine. It's not something you have to think about. Why don't you grab some food and then come back so you can get to work, Hmm?"

You took a deep breath, digging your toe into the floor before nodding. Pedro gave your wrist a squeeze before letting go and rolling back to his spot in front of the camera.

You dragged your feet while leaving the room. Flopping onto the couch's plush cushions gave you no sense of relief as you pondered over what Pedro could have insinuated.

Shoyo read the chat with rapt attention, catching every word that flew by while listening to your voice, speaking meekly offscreen, but wrist visible as Pedro held it with a delicate touch.

Rumours cropped up, growing and spreading like weeds in an open field, and Shoyo was picking each out by the root. Online strangers were speculating. Just roommates? Dating? MARRIED? These were just strangers. Their words should mean nothing to him, especially since they had nothing to do with him. They weren't talking about him, his career, or his privacy.

They were talking about you, and that felt even more important.

His throat felt dry, and his chest tight. Shoyo's vision seemed to vertigo, zooming in on the chat messages. 

He should have stayed one more day in Rio; he could have. Just one more day with you where you didn't have to leave and be separated from him. He knew that you and Pedro weren't together. The gamer had made that very clear the moment Shoyo sat back down during their dinner and reinforced that sentiment whenever your back was turned in your home.

"We just live together. It made sense after you left," Pedro had said. "I don't see her that way, and I would be way out of line for me to do anything after… ya know."

Shoyo repeated Pedro's words in his head like a broken record player that was stuck on the chorus. He knew the reality, but it didn't stop the jealousy from churning inside of him.

He wanted to be in that apartment. He wanted to be sharing that space and see photos of him with you on the wall. He wanted to have a split office, seeing you and Pedro at the other ends of the room. He wanted a part of that, to share that.

He wanted you with him, calling him an idiot, smiling at him. He wanted to hold you, feel the heat of your skin on his, your hands in his hair, his hands on your sides, your smile against his cheeks, his shoulders, his neck. On his lips. Oh, he wanted to know the feeling, learn it, memorize it. Tattoo it into his skin to feel it forever.

He had it then, even if it was just for a second before you rushed away.

The silence in his home throbbed against his ears, making him realize just how lonely it was.

The jealousy, which was only a grain of sand before, grew to a fist when he saw what was trending the next day.

The rumours had spread.

You tilted your head at the tab on your computer, scrolling through as you read over the contents. "Pedro, why does the internet think we're dating?" 

"Excuse me, what?" His head poked out from behind his monitor, lips clamped around a straw that stuck into his morning cup of water.

"Well, I guess your mic picked up our conversation and a bit of video yesterday, so people are speculating."

You heard his chair creak as he fell back into it. "Great, people are gonna want me to explain. Want me to tell them we're dating?"

"No! Idiot!"

"I'm kidding! Hey, don't hit me!"

You relaxed in your chair, bringing your hand down to rest on your mouse. "Besides, that's not the only thing you have to explain."

"It's not?" You met his eye around the sides of your monitors. He winced. "Shit. I hoped you forgot about that."

"How could I?"

"Fair. Okay," Pedro sighed, kicking his chair out to roll around to your side of the desk, resting an elbow on the surface. "What do you want to know?"

"You said something about Shoyo telling me. What was it?"

The humming of your two computers filled the quiet. The fans wouldn't drown out the dull thumping of our heart as you waited. It felt warmer in the room, hotter like the AC had broken from the constant use during the summer.

"The day you found out that Shoyo was going back to Japan, he was going to tell you how much he liked you. But—"

"I fucked it up."

"Well, I wouldn't say that. Shoyo is a bit of an idiot and didn't tell you earlier." Pedro scratched the back of his head, hunching over.

"He's not an idiot, Pedro. He's brilliant."

"Not with emotions. Keeps it to himself normally. Unless he’s drunk, I’ve noticed."

Your stomach ached, you could feel your pulse in your palms, the clothing you had chosen this morning seemed to cling uncomfortably to your skin. Maybe you didn't need Shoyo to show up at your door to give you a heart attack. As it was going, you'd likely get one from heart palpitations alone.

"Damn it, Pedro. If I had waited just five minutes instead of acting like an angry house cat that didn't get an extra round of dinner and running off…"

"Did you just compare Shoyo to food?"

"Pedro!"

He surrendered, arms up. "I mean, I can't blame you—"

"Dumbass, shut up!" The humiliation made you laugh, but it quickly forced the tears building behind your eyes to spill over.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I just wanted you to laugh a bit." He kicked your foot with his own.

Choked laughed, muffled by tears shook your body. You covered your face, eagerly trying to wipe your eyes before your nose could have a chance at swelling up and leaving you stuffy for the next hour. A scoff escaped you. "You're an idiot. Thanks."

"Feeling a bit better?"

Your stomach was in knots, trying to escape your body, and your chest felt like an elephant was sitting on it.

"Some. What do I do now, though?"

Pedro's chair swivelled, making his head flop side to side. You mimicked him, letting the motion treat you like a child getting cradled. Your heart slowed, no longer punching your ribs with a blunt force or ringing in your ears. 

Then the night of Shoyo's visit came to mind. Excessive amounts of cachaça, wandering soapy hands. He had fallen asleep standing up with his head resting on your shoulder.

You were the one that carried him to the couch and tucked him in for the night.

What was it that he wanted to say?

The curiosity was killing you.

Thomas called you the night before Rio's away match in São Paulo. The phone was ringing on the dining table as you were washing dishes. Pedro had gone into his room to continue streaming after quickly finishing his dinner, leaving you to listen to the running water.

You wiped your hands clean before picking it up. "Thomas?"

"Are you free tomorrow? Manuel got sick and can't make it to the game."

"You're fucking with me. How did that happen?" You turned the sink off.

Thomas was shuffling on the other side of the phone, papers from what you could tell. "His kid got a cold from school, apparently."

"That sucks. I'm free, though, so I can make it."

"That's amazing, but now I'm trying to see if the hotel we booked for the night has an extra room, but since it's the weekend, everything seems to be filled up."

Your back shot straight. "Hotel? You made plans to stay the night?"

"Ya, it's a late-night game, so there really isn't any reason to try and get back home for anything. But Manuel has family in São Paulo, so we didn't book a room for him."

You gulped, "Are you trying to get me to sleep on the streets of São Paulo for a night? With expensive equipment? I could report you for that."

"No! Of course not! I would never want you to be without a bed, even for one night, but I'm struggling to find any beds available. I don't suppose you'd like to share a single bed with the old geezer, would you?"

"Absolutely not. You are married and would take up the whole mattress." A headache was starting to fester between your eyes. You pinched your nose to try and lessen it.

"Harsh," he laughed. You could picture his hand resting on his stomach while his shoulders shook. "But look, I can't find a hotel room for you at the last minute, and the boys are already sharing rooms. Is there any chance you know someone you could stay with?"

"No. Well…" You paused. "There is someone I know. Though I'm not sure how happy you'd be with me fraternizing with the enemy."

Thomas sighed on the other end of the screen, and the shuffling stopped. "You're funny, kid. So long as you have a place to stay, that's all that matters. I'll send you the other details later, okay?"

"Sure."

When Thomas hung up, you stared at your phone screen before opening your contacts and shakily clicking on the only contact under 'S.'The immediate ringing made your knees quake.

"Hello?"

"Shoyo?"

A choke came from the redhead's end of the line, followed by a crash as something hit the floor.

"Shoyo?! Are you okay?!"

"Ya, Fine. Just dropped something. I was just, uh, unpacking and rearranging."

"Hasn't it been a few weeks since you moved in?"

"Uh, ya. I just haven't gotten quite settled, you know?"

You stepped forward in your kitchen, pacing as you listened to his voice. Shoyo always had a higher voice, a confident and upbeat one with sharp vowels and curt syllables. But right now, he sounded downtrodden and tired as his words dragged out.

"Ya, I get it."

His featherlight breathing was the only thing you heard for a second.

"I have a favour to ask of you, Shoyo."

"Huh? Me? A favour? What is it?"

"Do you have a couch?"

His breathing stopped.

The game went as expected, much to your team's demise. São Paulo has always had a track record of being in the better half of the roster and even playing international teams. There was no chance that Rio would beat them at a home game with all their fans cheering in the background.

As much as you hated to see the Rio team's sad faces, it was your job to capture the moments and then stare at them for hours while editing.

Thomas saw you off while he went with the rest of the team and staff onto the large bus to drop them off at the hotel for the night. You'd have to get up early to join them and not be left behind.

In the meantime, Shoyo ushered you through his door, grabbing your camera bag as if it were only half the weight you knew it to be and gesturing you toward the couch draped in freshly washed bed sheets and decorated with a fluffed towel and blanket.

"Uh, so, here's the place." He gently set your camera bag next to the couch, leaning it against the front side of the armrest. You kicked off your shoes, placing them neatly next to his by the front door. Shoyo's arms spread wide as he gestured around. "The bathroom is at the end of the hall, behind the kitchen, if you want to get changed into your… pyjamas."

He spun around for a moment, looking over every inch of his room before settling on your extra bag full of clothes. "Here, let me take that, and you can get changed into something comfortable."

Shoyo took it off your shoulder, gripping the handles. He stood there, waiting, feeling the sweat in his palms move to his fingers and make his grip feel flimsy.

You were there. In his house, making it feel much brighter than it had been over the past few weeks with your presence alone. Shoyo felt like he could jump to the moon and maybe back if his legs could keep up with his heart.

"Um, Shoyo?" You were still standing in the middle of his living room. "Are you trying to keep my clothes hostage? I don't think we're at that point yet."

"Huh?" Shoyo watched as your lips pinched together and hid between your teeth. He knew that expression and memorized it years ago. You were scolding yourself. He laughed. "Sorry, I'm just not used to anyone being over."

Shoyo dropped your bag full of clothes next to the other one.

"It's alright."

He looked away, holding his breath as you shuffled through your bag.

"I'm going to change. You already showered, right?"

"Ya, at the stadium."

"Good. You'd smell otherwise." He heard you curse under your breath again but held back any remark until you were hidden behind the bathroom door.

Once he heard the lock click, he wilted into the couch with a silent moan. The thing was still lumpy beneath him. He hoped it wouldn't cause you a bother at night.

Despite being tired from the game, his adrenaline only seemed to spike in your presence. Sucking in as much air as he could to calm his heart, Shoyo stared out the window where the sunlight was beginning to fade. There were still a couple of hours left before he could sleep fully.

Shoyo managed to find a movie by the time you came back, paused on the first frame and was ready to play. He only glanced when you fell into the cushions beside him.

Your clothes were baggy, loose for Brazil's hot summer but warm enough to fight off the cold air from Shoyo's AC that hummed in the background. One thing did bother him, though.

"I'm sorry the couch is a bit lumpy. I can't seem to figure out why."

"Lumpy?" You asked, shifting around as you tucked your legs beneath the blanket. "Um, it seems fine to me. I'm sure I'll be able to sleep fine."

The movie started slow, taking its time developing the plot and its characters until the conflict was introduced. It became an afterthought. You found it hard to pay attention with Shoyo sitting close to your side.

The word was on the tip of your tongue, waiting to escape, but whenever you looked over, Shoyo seemed to be fully absorbed in the screen in front of him, eyes wide and pupils blown out as he stared at the glowing screen. You watched the colours from the movie paint his face and hair colours of the rainbow with every scene change. He yawned a few times, making your cheeks twitch into a light smile.

Then the movie's sound hit a low point. You finally got the courage to speak, albeit not the words you wanted to say.

"I miss taking photos of you on the beach."

Shoyo's head rolled over the couch's backrest to look at you. His eyes made you choke on air. You just barely disguised it with a yawn immediately after.

"You miss…" Shoyo hoped you couldn't see the redness in his cheeks with the low light and TV colours.

Burning under his gaze, you turned to the screen where you saw the protagonist staring longingly at who you guessed was the love interest. You gulped and looked at your hands before glancing back at Shoyo.

You dragged air into your lungs and lifted your hand to meet Shoyo's orange hair, which looked almost purple with the movie's current lighting. His neck bobbed, and the contact. 

"After you left, for a while, it felt like I couldn't do anything. I tried going to the beach again to take photos and go outside, but it didn't feel the same without you there. I just didn't have the energy after that, so I stopped trying."

He pushed his head up against your palm, shuffling closer on the couch. You couldn't get yourself to meet his eyes. Instead, you focused intently on the strands between your fingers while gently twirling and tugging on them. It was a familiar feeling, longing. Pulling you back to a time that settled in your heart like its permanent resting place. It made you take a dry swallow.

"There's a gap in my portfolio from when you left to when you re-appeared in Japan on the Black Jackals team. I remember the day clearly, seeing you play on Heitor and Nice's TV, then immediately going home and plugging in my camera that you chipped.

I worry, though, when people look at my photos and ask what happened during those few months. I usually tell them I was focused on school, 'cause how ridiculous would it be to say I was sad that you weren't in my life anymore. That I couldn't be an artist 'cause you were gone."

When his head met your shoulder, a shock jolted its way through your body, making you stiffen. Shoyo grumbled at your stopping, nuzzling against you to get your attention again. Not that he didn't already have all of it.

He sighed, eyes closed as he took in the feeling he'd been lacking over the last few years. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner."

"That was your plan from the start. I should be apologizing for running off without letting you explain. I just—"

His hand crossed your body, resting on the opposite side of your hip from where his head lay. You could clearly feel the pressure of his thumb moving through the fabric of the blanket and clothes.

"I guess some part of me thought that you were permanent. That you'd stay." You yawned, sinking your cheek into the top of his head.

The movie filled the silence between you, making you wonder if Shoyo had fallen asleep on your shoulder once again. You thought your theory was true until the movie ended, followed by the TV shutting off, which left the living room dark except for the street and moonlight coming in through the window, and the lax redhead mumbling something against your neck.

"Can I have your heart?"

Your body suddenly lit on fire as you gave him a bewildered look with tired eyes and pulled your hand out from his hair. Shoyo breathed at the loss of contact, eyes pinching sadly.

Too much. It was too much. The flaring of your nerves was painful, stinging. You needed an out, needed to say something.

"My heart? That.. that seems like a bit much doesn’t it."

"Huh?" Suddenly, Shoyo wasn't feeling so tired anymore. He pulled back, spine straight as he took in your reaction. "No, wait, that's—"

"It's late. We should go to bed." Your head tilted away from his, hands tucked in your lap and gripping onto the blanket. You began to pull it over your shoulder. You were already cozy beneath his blanket before he could get another word out.

"Wait—"

"Shoyo, please? I'm tired."

Shoyo rose to his feet, backing away from the couch toward his room. "Okay, good night. Let me know if the couch is too uncomfortable."

"The couch is just fine, Shoyo. Good night. Sleep well."

Shoyo couldn't sleep. His bed felt too warm and cold simultaneously, like sweating in the arctic. His mattress, which he had no trouble with before, felt lumpy and hard. His pyjamas seemed to cling to the wrong points of his body, and the blankets felt like they were grabbing at him and trying to pull him into somewhere dark and unpleasant.

Yet, despite the discomfort, the only thought running through his mind, as if he was having issues with his bed, you would be having trouble with the couch.

Shoyo sat up in the dark, eyes open as if it were mid-day, and looked to his side table where a digital clock glowed a light blue showing him that it was nearly 2 am. Huffing, he threw the blankets off his legs and lightly carried himself into the living room.

Though he couldn't make out the details in the dark, He could tell your head was in comparison to your feet and reached into the blanket to pull you off of the couch.

Limp bodies weren't easy to carry. While having the benefit of letting Shoyo know that you were fast asleep, it also meant that you were more likely to slip from his hold and onto the floor. He settled with getting his arms under yours to the point that you were nearly standing at full height and walking backwards while holding you against his chest.

He fell back onto his bed once the back of his knees hit the mattress, letting your weight push into and crush his chest for a moment. 

He shut his eyes and sighed, holding you tighter while his hands brushed over the details of your back through the shirt. He'd have to move again to get you both settled properly on his mattress, but for the moment, he wanted to savour the feeling of your watch against his. Bodies touching in a way that he could only imagine for years.

The real thing was much better than a book.

Sunlight poured in through the window the following day, gentle and calm. It was much different from your heart, which was beating a mile a minute and scorching like it was tossed into a pile of burning coal in the most bottomless pits of hell.

When you opened your eyes that morning, you were nose to nose with Shoyo, foreheads touching and hands curled around each other. Mind you, you still had yet to move from that position. It felt a bit too warm to move from.

Beneath your hand, you could feel the plush muscle of Shoyo's bicep, and if you moved your fingers, his skin felt soft, accompanied by tiny hairs that you would only have seen up close. His legs, which managed to sandwich one of your knees, were similar, jiggling like a water balloon when you tried to remove your stolen limb. Though you already knew of the rough skin on Shoyo's palms, feeling them, one cradling your cheek, and the other resting on your free knee, which he held up to his hip, was different.

In his sleep, his nose brushed against yours.

You didn't want to move, but the alarm on your phone in the other room had you shuffling to sit up.

At the opposite wall from his bed was a shelf filled with memorabilia. Had you ventured into Shoyo's room the night before, you would have immediately taken note of the display.

It wasn't particularly eye-catching, but the middle shelf, perfectly set up to be at eye level, carried things that you recognized, unlike the rest of the room. Framed photos stood alone on the shelf, isolated in a picturesque, minimalistic fashion. You had taken them all. And in the middle, standing on its foot, was your gift, sticky note taped onto the front to prevent it from falling.

Your heart stuttered, swelling, but you could think about it later on the six-hour bus ride back to Rio, home.

Nice had been right about the dancing shoes. You had nearly forgotten them, only to be reminded when Nice gave you her weekly call while you were packing.

On top of that, you figured out why you had been asked for the job. 

Besides being the roommate of a streamer, who's teenage, volleyball playing, fanboy had a cousin who needed a photographer in a short time. The bride and groom wanted an artistic array of photos from their time dancing in both wide and limited shots. Your specialization in photographing movement was perfect for capturing the moment between friends and family as they danced together in the middle of the event space.

The party was starting to wind down. Children were passed out on the plush chairs while their parents swayed with each other nearby. Almost all of the food had been eaten. Most of all, the moon was high in the sky and fully lit.

You were about to sit down at one of the tables at the outer rim of the dance floor and peruse through the images you had captured over the night when a familiar teenage setter jogged your way with a smile on his face and hands out. Before you could get a world out, he grabbed your hands and pulled you to the dance floor.

Your body bumped into plenty of bodies until the boy settled on swaying in the middle of the dance floor. "Theo? What is the meaning of this?"

"Come on! Don't tell me you brought those shoes not to dance in them."

"Sort of the intention, Theo. You may not know this, but I'm a rock with legs. I don't quite have the coordination to dance."

"Pfft, a rock. That's a great descriptor for you."

"Hey, I'm not that steely," You frowned, looking off to the side. "Just a bit stiff muscled. I'll have you know that I am quite the expressive person."

"Ya, you don't hide your emotions that well."

"Please, stop insulting me."

Theo laughed, pulling back while maintaining a grip on your hands before swinging back in. "I've wanted to ask you something. My friends and I are a bit curious."

"Hmm? What about?"

"Are you and Pedro dating?"

"No!" you squawked, head thrown back with visible exasperation. "God, I thought Pedro dispelled those rumours."

"Well, he did. Sort of. But people speculate, y'know. Like one of my teammates still thinks you are. Something about 'celebrities lie to save face' type thing."

A white wavy gown, with a person inside of it, of course, snuck behind Theo, slapping their hands down on the poor unsuspecting teen's shoulder. Theo shouted. You understood why. The bride's exposed muscles flexed while she tightened her grip. She was scary.

"Dating drama talk? At my wedding? Blasphemy! Tell me more!" Her smile was a predator. 

Theo gulped under his cousin's grip. "Okay, can we just sit? I think you shocked my legs into paralysis."

"Weakling, come on." She pushed her cushion through the crowd, leaving you to follow alongside the husband as he gently smiled at the sight.

You all sat.

"So, tell me the drama."

You sighed and finally set the heavy camera slung around your neck onto a table. While the bride looked at you as if her attention were purely on your coming words, Theo began to sip on a glass of water, and the husband, wine.

"Really, it's nothing. Pedro hinted to me about something involving our mutual friend, which freaked me out, and he ended up having to partially talk me down while his stream was starting."

"Ah, what's this friend's name?"

"Shoyo."

Theo began choking on his water, which immediately sprung his cousin into action, slapping his back through his suit. "Wait, Shoyo? Like Shoyo Hinata? The volleyball player?"

"Um, ya. He's the reason I got into sports photography."

Theo squinted at you before slamming his cup down on the table. "That's where I recognized you from! You're the photographer the Shoyo crashed into!"

"Oh, someone remembers, great. Wait, is that why you were glaring at me when we first met?"

"I wasn't glaring! But, ya, I guess that's why. I know I recognized you from somewhere; I just couldn't pin it down."

"Okay, kid, cool it." The bride leaned in closer. "So you were freaked out over this Shoyo person. What for? Spill, spill."

You gulped, raising your hands in surrender. "Really, it's nothing—"

"Tell me." Her stare was cold, like looking into the eyes of a corpse that could still see your soul.

"Okay. Just, please don't hit me."

You wanted a distraction, something to pull you out of the weeks you've spent pondering, pacing, and pining over the looming presence in your life that was Shoyo. This wedding, a weekend away from Brazil, all expenses paid, was supposed to do that.

It was supposed to be a moment of rest, getting your heart to settle for once and allowing you the chance to breathe. Yet, you've found yourself doing the exact opposite, setting each twitch, touch, and breath onto the table in a rant that you don't think you had managed to do since your first year of university to a collection of strangers, no less.

You wondered what your mom would think when you inevitably told her. "Hey, I just spilled my guts to strangers about a boy I've been crushing on for 5 years and have made no mental progress about the situation otherwise. Can you imagine? Me? Understanding my own feelings and reasonably executing on them? No, of course not. Let me just cuss the poor man into oblivion, tell him I'm about to rob his grandparents' graves and call that flirting."

She'd probably call you a dumb nut. Affectionately, of course. You wouldn't be able to disagree.

It wall long past midnight when you finished ranting.

The bride reached across the table and slapped her hands down on your shoulders. You hissed.

"You two are in love. Can't you see that?"

"No, I'm legally blind." You shrugged her hands off.

"Ha! I need a drink. This story makes me thirsty."

Her husband slid his half-finished glass of wine into her hand before meeting your eyes. "It's never not going to be complicated. But have you ever asked yourself what's holding you back?"

"I don't know, a six hour bus ride both ways?"

The man raised a single brow disapprovingly.

"Jeez, hi Dad. Don't give me that look."

"Stop joking for a moment and be honest with yourself."

"Humour is how I cope. Not everyone appreciates it."

"You wouldn't need to cope if you solved the issue already."

"Wow, you really are ready for parenthood," You sighed and pulled your camera into your lap. It alleviated some of the pressure, having your eyes focused on something other than the powerful stares of the family sitting with you. "The story gets longer. Are you willing to listen?"

"In for a penny. We have all night."

"Not all night," the bride whined, resting her chin on her husband's shoulder. "But the point still stands."

"I moved to Rio to get away from the people I spent my whole life with. I never had any long-lasting friends. They always found me a bit weird. Similar enough to keep for a bit, but too strange to keep for long. I was a social reject. Most of it was just because of my personality, how I acted. I get it. I learned to see when I overstepped or said the wrong thing. It's just how my family is, and when you spend more time at home with your family, acting a certain way, it's harder to assimilate into the normal. I didn't have friends when I came to Rio. The only person I really talked to was my mom. I tried to get myself out there and make friends, but I said the wrong thing, isolated myself, and then got separated entirely.

"Shoyo was a complete stranger when we first met, and I called him an idiot. I insulted him, and he laughed. I don't think anyone had really done that before, and it felt like I was welcomed home for the first time in years."

Your throat was sore and dry. The moisture had left your mouth, pooling behind your eyes instead where it felt more like needles instead of liquid. You coughed, trying to loosen the tension. There was a hand on your back. You couldn't tell whose it was.

"I clinged to him immediately, and he didn't even seem to mind like it was normal for him too. I was so happy to have someone who liked having me around that I guess it blindsided me when he went back to Japan. I didn't want to be alone again. Pedro is great, but it took him years to figure out my habits before we could properly banter. Shoyo coming back made me scared because what if he just leaves again and casts me aside like everyone else."

It was Theo rubbing your back, looking up at you from where his head rested tiredly on the table.

The husband took a silent breath, shifting in his seat to face you more directly. "Do they know this? Anyone?"

"Only Pedro. He walked in on me crying in my room after I found one of Shoyo's old cookbooks. I didn't cook anything for weeks."

"You should tell Shoyo."

You shook your head. "He doesn't need to know."

The husband, with gentle hands, turned you by the armrests of the chair to face him before lifting your camera up and placing it on the table. Next, he held your hands; they were soft and smooth, polar opposites from Shoyo. Your chest twisted.

"Look at me for a moment." His eyes were a deep brown, gentle and warm, but not the ones you wanted to see. "Tell him, 'cause he might not even know how much he means to you otherwise."

Shoyo didn't really experience the famous carnival in Rio de Janeiro when he first lived there. Something always kept him busy even while everyone else was not. He tried not to drink too often for his physical health. Even if he slipped up sometimes, the partying scene seemed too much to participate directly with a glass in his hand. 

His teammates were similar, luckily. The ones he was travelling with would drop into a crowd and dance along, sing at the top of their lungs, but wouldn't finish off their beer.

It was loud, boisterous, and reckless. There were so many body's it was hard to tell north from south or just read the street signs. The only way to navigate was by listening to the music and letting it take you to wherever the next dance party was.

It was a beautiful and invigorating experience to get up close. But it was also a distraction.

He was in Rio for his own purpose. Within Rio's boundaries was someone he was searching for, needed to talk to, to hold. You were there, somewhere. Based on Pedro's words, you shouldn't be too hard to find within the crowd of over a million people, he hoped. It didn't matter if he had to look every other person in the eyes before ending his search Staring into yours. It would be worth it in the end, being able to melt into your stare.

After getting his fill of the carnival, Shoyo pushed through the crowd and began scouring the streets for a figure with a camera and headset. He was ready for his legs to burn by the night's end.

The Carnaval do Rio de Janeiro was always a different experience, yet the same. Like looking at two copies of the same photo, each tweaked by a different person.

Sadly, you weren't allowed to be a direct part of the parade to take photos, meaning that you had to lug around a giant camera to get the zoomed-in shots you wanted. The number of photos you would have to quickly sort through and edit later was headache-inducing. At least the work came with a free ticket to the parade.

The carnival was loud, smelly (good and bad), and blinding. One tourist was wearing goggles to protect their eyes from getting alcohol splashed in them. Similarly, your camera was covered with a plastic bag at all times.

While your client was limited to Nice and her troupe of dancers, you still managed to photograph the rest of the floats. It was the first year you managed to photograph the parade up close, yet it didn't feel extraordinary. You took the photos you wanted and had fun doing it.

But… there was always a but. Every year there was one.

It was lonely.

Pedro had gone to a party with his streaming friends that you knew you'd later see clips of on social media. Heitor was taking care of Maria and likely having her watch beach volleyball videos. Nice was performing on one of the many floats with all her dance mates and being fabulous, you'd know, you had the photos. And you were sitting outside the main crowd, flipping through your camera.

Something moved at your left.

He was a shadow in your periphery first, just an extra bit of dark in the corner of your eye that you could have easily mistaken as a side effect of the ever-changing and flashing lights. Then he slowly slid into the empty spot on the bench next to you.

Your breath stopped for a moment, taking your heart with it. Thinking a stranger had decided to invade your space.

"Hey," he panted while his knuckles were digging into the muscles of his thighs. They twitched.

There were no fireworks to light up his eyes or set fire to his hair, no big boom that set your heart back on track like a defibrillator.

Just your heart, pounding erratically in your ears.

You looked, sliding the headset that had been protecting your ears to sit around your neck. "Shoyo, what are you doing here?"

He picked at one of the rough spots on his palm. "My team apparently attends every year. Whether together or separate, everyone comes for some reason or another."

The music never died at the carnival. It made it hard to hear him. You leaned in to catch his words before they fell to the ground.

"Reasons? Like what?"

"Family, tradition, just some time to relax or have a party."

You turned your camera off, disassembling the pieces and tucking them securely in their designated pockets of your bag. Once packed away, your hands clamped onto your knees, trying to stop them from shaking.

"Why are you here then? You don't have a tradition of attending; it's been 4 years. You're not at a party, even though I'm sure your teammates would have invited you to one if they're attending. You're definitely not relaxing. You relax with meditation, cooking, more volleyball, maybe the vocational trip to the beach or a sauna, not going to a carnival. And your family is back in Japan, so is your home. A bungalow with a dirt backyard surrounded by bushes where you'd practise volleyball with your sister."

Shoyo sat for a moment, silent. Whatever his face was saying, you didn't look to see it.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

"Nice got me a job to take photos of her troop tonight at the parade."

"That's not what I mean," he says. You could hear the smile in his words. "Heitor and Pedro both told me that you come every year. You don't socialize much. You think you can't, even though I've always liked being around you. If you're not with Pedro, Heitor, Nice, at work or… with me, you stay holed up in your apartment, maybe reading whatever manga Pedro gives you. You even wear a headset even if there's no music playing to block noise."

He tapped the hard plastic case of your headset for added effect.

"You separate yourself from the world around you, yet you put yourself in it."

"It's nice to just be a stranger to people you'd never met. Nothing more, nothing less." You look at the crowd made up of clumps of people in pairs or more. "I can look at some of these people and remember them for years. But to them, I'm nothing, forgotten in an instant. I don't have to worry about talking to them that way."

There was a pause before Shoyo shifted in his seat. “I never said sorry for dropping in at your house suddenly. The way I acted was out of line and made you uncomfortable, I could tell. I also didn’t get to apologize for that night you stayed over. It was too forward of me, too much. I really wanted you to be there with me. And you ran off before I could try and talk to you normally and not make a fool of myself."

You gulped, hands tightening. "It wasn't too forward, or too much, Shoyo. I just didn't know how to react. To everything, crashing into you, you staying at my place and getting drunk, me staying at yours. I didn't hate it; I was nervous, flustered too, but I didn't hate it. I enjoy having you around. I just never knew how to react or what to say. I especially didn't when I found out you were going back home. I’m sorry for running away like that. If I didn’t we probably could have saved a lot of time.”

You couldn't hear Shoyo's breathing over the noise, and it was just getting louder. You knew what was coming.

"Home," he said, confident and unwavering. "That's why I'm here."

The crowd was getting louder, so was the music.

"Your home is in Japan."

Maybe it was your heart beating and not the overbearing bass of the nearest speaker you felt pumping in your chest.

"My home is with you."

Fireworks. It didn't matter what colour they were so long as they were casting light upon him up for you to see. You wanted to see his orange hair, brown eyes, and rosy cheeks.

You had ranted to strangers, setting your emotions on the table while speaking everything that came to mind. It was like a rehearsal, practice for when you could say it to Shoyo’s face. You wanted to get the words out, tell him everything that he'd never heard before. Lift the weight off your chest and set yourself free.

The words flew out, instead, not the ones you practised about your life, the history, the why. It was the feeling, the void in your chest, the weight in your palms, the throbbing headaches, and empty stomachs. The things you couldn't articulate.

You gripped the loose part of his shirt, nails creating creases in the fabric that would last until it got washed.

"Home? Me? Here? You left. That hurt, you know, for you to leave. You hurt me more than anyone I've ever met."

His hand met your back, warmth melting into your skin. "I know."

"I don't think I've ever felt more alone than when you weren't here. I hate you for that. For making me feel so alone."

"I'm sorry." His forehead pressed against yours, making you close your eyes and force the building tears to roll onto your cheek.

“What's worse is that even while you were so far away, you somehow managed to get me back on my feet again. I don't want you to leave me, not a second time. I'm terrified of repeating that."

"I won't. I'll take you with me if I have to. Like I wanted to back then."

Summer in Rio was hot, but Shoyo's hands holding your jaw made the outside air feel cold in comparison. Fire came to life in your heart, lasting long past the final firework.

You'd heard plenty of stories of the man in front of you. Stiff-spine, clipped nails, arrogant personality, you weren't sure what you were expecting to happen when you first met him.

He stood at 188.4 centimetres, or rather 6 feet 2 inches. His shirt sat snugly on his broad shoulders and chest, then draped loosely around his waist. His hair was black and short, visually a similar length to Shoyo's, but straight instead, making it sit flat on his head.

You grumbled, adjusting the camera lens to get both the boys and the background in focus. "Tobio, you look stiff, like a sad tree. You're supposed to be a maiden with a pretty toga and lots of food. Look like it." You pointed to the left side of the Trevi Fountain, where Abundance was sculptured.

"Why don't you do it then, if it's so easy?" the setter grumbled, contorting his body to twist more, using his bag as a substitute prop for Abundance's cornucopia.

A step to Tobio's left was Shoyo, volleyball resting between his palm and right hip, and a walking stick in his left hand that he grabbed on your early morning hike to mimic the appearance of Salubrity's bowl and spear. "Ah, Kageyama, just do it already!" He laughed, kicking a leg out into Tobio’s thigh.

Tobio stumbled at the shove. Once he got back in position, you clicked the button and captured the photo. "Got it."

"Excuse me? Would you like to get one of all three of you?" A tourist wearing khaki shorts and a sun hat tapped your shoulder. "You don't have to worry about the camera. I take photos too."

Seeing a familiar style bag tighten onto their back, you smiled and handed your camera over.

You stood between the two volleyball players, taking on the pose of Oceanus, who was sculptured directly behind you. It was a bit of a balancing act, and it didn't help that Tobio's continued grumblings were pushing you towards laughter.

Once the camera was back in your hands, the two crowded over your shoulders to take a look.

"Ooh, we should send that one to our friends," Shoyo said as Tobio's phone rang.

"It's time to go back. Team meetings."

Sadly, duty calls in inopportune moments. But you weren't in Rome to do as the Romans do anyway. The Men's Volleyball World Championship at the Palalottomatica was your primary destination, and you were there for Shoyo. 

He wouldn't leave you behind.

I tried to do a bit more etiquette research for this one so if you are from Brazil please let me know if it was done well or if there's anything that should be worked on for the future. Sorry for the over-bearing amount of cachaça, lol.

On another note, was this good? People don’t usually read for Hinata, or just less popular characters, and they’re the ones I put in the most effort for when I get the chance. -Bacon

Yes it was :( It’s amazing :( Everyone, please praise Bacon - Kiwi

Posted: 27/03/2022

[therealvinelle]

Aro def took Carlisle's virginity right?

Beautiful question, anon. I like you.

Let’s be methodical about this one, because there are two assumptions made here, one being that Aro got a homerun with Carlisle, the other being that Carlisle was a virgin. Let’s examine both.

Did Carlisle die a virgin?

Considering Carlisle’s looks as a vampire, his human self was most likely very attractive as well. He was in good health and lived to be 23, so if this was someone else I’d assume he’d gotten laid. As it happens, I don’t.

Carlisle was a very pious man, living in a time when pre-marital sex was bad not only because it was sin, but because it would ruin the woman involved if it got out. To say nothing of pregnancies, both mother and child would suffer major stigma for the rest of their lives, or STDs, which are bad news all around. If Carlisle were to get laid in life he’d have to either solicit prostitutes, or ruin good women, and both are dishonorable, unchristian ways to act. As for homosexuality, I don’t think that would occur to him.

There’s technically the option that Carlisle was married at the time of his death, but it’s extremely slim because as a young man only just taking over from his father, he would have been in the process of becoming financially able to care for a potential wife. He wouldn’t have been able to marry sooner, since with his father still active in the parish there wouldn’t have been a spot for him. (Contrary to common belief, no, people did not all get married at the age of eighteen before the 20th century. The upper class could do that since they had the financial means, middle and lower classes could not. As a cleric in post-Reformation England, Carlisle would have been middle class. A commoner, as Edward puts it. For him to be unwed at twenty-three is perfectly reasonable.) Also, it’s the kind of thing that would have come up. It doesn’t.

So, Carlisle dies a virgin.

Enter Aro.

Did they do the do?

Carlisle liked Aro well enough to move in with him for over two decades, Aro thinks Carlisle is da bomb and has the highest regard for him. Aro is also from a very different, non-Christian culture and appears to be gay.

So, you have two attractive men meeting each other, one of whom is gay, and they get along so swimmingly that Carlisle decides to live with Aro for decades until a difference in opinion makes them part amiably. And I can’t stress the living together part enough, because Aro is the only one Carlisle does this for. He doesn’t join any other covens even though he has plenty of good friends, and what holds the Cullens together is the fact that he created them and that they share the diet. Aro stands alone as the one Carlisle felt strongly enough about to spend a lifetime trying to convert.

Not just that, but of all the people Carlisle’s met over the centuries, the only ones who made it into Edward’s Carlisle summary were the Volturi, which we later learn was really just Aro. Which to me sounds like pre-Eclipse Carlisle would speak or think of Aro fairly often, or Edward wouldn’t have thought to bring it up.

On the other end we have Aro, who openly fangirls at the mere mention of Carlisle’s name, and won’t shut up about how amazing he is to anybody who’ll listen.

Now, we have guys being dudes, bros living together in a close relationship, for... decades. What on earth were they doing there, Aro only has so many books.

That being said, I do think it’s a bit up in the air. I try to keep this blog canon adherent, so I’m not going to say “Yup, they definitely had sex” when there’s the possibility they didn’t.

To get a bit into the reasons why I think it’s possible they forgot to say “no homo”, we know that they were very close and Carlisle was something more than a visitor (as he was included in the Solimena group painting, there are implied to have been more, and the fact that he chose to leave points to his invitation having been indefinite), and Aro shows every sign of being uninvested in women (his courtship of Sulpicia sounds like beard shopping) and his marriage in general. And, again, Carlisle is very attractive.

There’s really no reason for Carlisle to spend twenty years in Volterra unless he felt very strongly about Aro. Aro made it extremely clear he wasn’t switching diets, Carlisle stuck around and spent decades (and he was young, to him this was a lot of time) refusing to give up anyway. If he’d stayed a month or even a year, then sure, I would be on board with Carlisle merely thinking Aro’s library was neat. But when we’re talking twenty years it’s... pretty personal.

More, I see people bring up Carlisle’s faith for why it wouldn’t happen, at the very least not without angsty angst. Well, everything points to Carlisle having formed his own doctrine. I think how that would affect old beliefs, internalized homophobia, and such is best left for another post, as I have two separate asks for that and we’d get way off-topic, suffice to say that Carlisle was in a place where the theological argument that sodomy was not a devastating sin could be made by Aro (who I’m sure had a twelve-step plan to seduce Carlisle).

Given how close they have to have been, there’s an intense intimacy in choosing to live with someone who through physical contact sees your very soul. Even if their relationship never became physical, this still sounds to me like the recipe for a charged relationship.

And so it is that I think if Aro decided to go for it, he would succeed. He would have to seduce Carlisle, as homosexuality wouldn’t have been on the radar at all for him prior to meeting “Alexander and Hephaistion were close friends, you know” Aro, but he would succeed.

But, this is all assuming Aro tried. It could be he didn’t. They had a good thing going and he might not have wanted to risk it. If he tried and wasn’t successful, the friendship would be successfully ruined.

Could also be Caius cockblocked him by walking up to Carlisle during the first week and telling him “you know you’re only here because Aro wants to fuck you, right?”, which would very effectively block Aro from making any moves. (Caius’ incentive for this, of course, would be wanting scare away the Christian boytoy before Aro can get too unbearable about him. Well, tough luck, Carlisle sticks around anyway and now Aro and Caius are both losers because one isn’t getting laid and the other has to see Carlisle’s fugly face every day.)

So to answer your question, anon, yes I think it might have happened, probably even, it’s the side I fall on. And if so, then Aro did take Carlisle’s V-card. But it might not have happened, though if it didn’t then things were still pretty damn gay down there in Volterra.

(Oh and to do my part in sowing the seeds of chaos into this fandom: if Aro/Carlisle happened then I think Carlisle/Sulpicia might have happened as well.)

[smutfanfictionlover-blog]

CHA EUNWOO - GOOD HEART - M

WARNING: DETAILED SMUT SCENES AND FOUL LANGUAGE AHEAD!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first smut fanfiction for Cha Eunwoo and I didn’t expect this will be also a long one-shot smut. But I hope you will all like it my beloved readers! :)

Characters: Reader- Y/N (female) x Cha Eunwoo

 Y/N is having fun in their company outing in a beach resort together with her friend named Hyejin and Rocky. That time, they are standing the beside pool then while Y/N is talking to one of her friends, one of her officemates named Hyori that doesn't like her suddenly bumped strongly to her that made Y/N fell into the pool.

“Oops! Sorry! You shouldn’t have blocked my way!” Hyori said as she smirked and left her. Then Rocky and Hyejin's faces are really annoyed while Y/N suddenly realized someone caught her and Y/N looked at him with an embarrassing face and…

“OMG! I am so sorry!” Y/N said as she pulled out from the man’s hold and the man just smiled at him.

“It’s okay! By the way, I am Eunwoo,” the man said as he smiled at her.

“Gosh! He is really handsome!” Y/N thought as she blushed.

“I am Y/N. I am really sorry I suddenly fell into you because someone just bumped me,” Y/N said and that time Hyejin and Rocky are looking at them and…

“Oh! It seems someone will like our friend, huh?” Hyejin said.

“I know! But it’s annoying that Hyori bumped Y/N strongly and it seems they just really envy Y/N so much being the good employee in our department,” Rocky said.

“You’re right! Thankfully someone caught Y/N because you know she doesn’t know how to swim too and I am surprised that man talking to Y/N right now is handsome and hot!” Hyejin said. As for Y/N and Eunwoo continued their conversation.

“I know! But it seems she did it intentionally,” Eunwoo said and then someone disturbed them and it’s…

“I am sorry to interrupt the two of you. But Y/N, we should go now,” Hyejin said then Y/N and Eunwoo looked at each other.

“Oh! It’s okay! Just be careful next time Y/N and nice to meet you!” Eunwoo said as he smiled at Y/N and she blushed.

“Okay! Thanks again and nice to meet you too Eunwoo!" Y/N as she smiled back and left him in the pool. While Y/N is walking with her friends…

“I know it’s too late to ask but are you okay, Y/N?” Rocky asked.

"I am okay! Thankfully Eunwoo caught me but still, it's kinda embarrassing," Y/N said and Hyejin slightly laughed at her.

“But at least you suddenly met a handsome and hot guy,” Hyejin said and Y/N blushed.

“Oh well! What’s important now that I am okay,” Y/N said.

“You’re right! We shouldn’t get close to Hyori’s group of friends because there are a bunch of envious and insecure girls,” Rocky said.

“Rocky is right! Also, I remember one of your roommates is Hyori’s friend. So you should be careful, okay? Hyejin said and Y/N sighed.

“Okay! I don’t know why they are like that and they should just do their own business!” Y/N said.

"Unfortunately, those kinds of people really exist. But if ever they did something bad to you that will make you harm, you can just tell our superior so that he will be aware of their behavior," Rocky said.

“Don’t worry I will keep that in mind and I know they will never succeed in what they do if they keep doing shit about me,” Y/N said and Hyejin smirked at her words.

"That's the power, girl! We will not let our guard down," Hyejin said and Y/N nodded. As for Eunwoo who is now resting in one of the sunbathing chairs, his friend named Moonbin approached him and…

“I saw you earlier that you caught a beautiful girl in the pool, huh?” Moonbin said and Eunwoo blushed but he slightly laughed.

“Someone just fell into the water and I was surprised that I actually caught her in the right time,” Eunwoo said.

“Wow! But why did she fell in the pool?” Moonbin asked.

“Someone intentionally bumped Y/N strongly that time and I know that whoever that girl bumped Y/N really doesn’t like her,” Eunwoo said.

“Why?” Moonbin asked.

"To be honest, there was one time I was about to buy some snacks in the restaurant and there were a bunch of girls including that woman bumped into her talked about how they really dislike Y/N," Eunwoo said and Moonbin was surprised.

“Oh! You overheard them?” Moonbin asked.

"Yup! But at that time I really don't know her including her physical appearance and I suddenly met her today. She doesn't deserve to be bullied like that," Eunwoo said.

"You're right! Those kinds of people are really annoying," Moonbin said.

“I agree with you. I think I should keep an eye on her,” Eunwoo said and Moonbin smirked.

“Keep an eye on her? Wait! Do you already like her that fast?” Moonbin asked.

“Maybe you can say that. But I think she is great and she is really beautiful,” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

“Wow! I didn’t expect you will fall in love that fast even though it was just your first meeting her,” Moonbin said.

“It’s not that bad to fall in love that easily and I can feel that she has a good personality,” Eunwoo said.

“Okay! Good luck keeping an eye on Y/N,” Moonbin said and Eunwoo just smiled. As for Y/N who is having dinner with her friends someone approached them and it’s Hyori.

“Why is this bitch here?” Hyejin thought as she rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, Hyori?” Rocky asked.

“I am just here to say sorry for Y/N earlier for bumping her and making her fell in the pool. I wanted to give you this drink to you so that you will forgive me,” Hyori said.

“I already forgave you,” Y/N said as she smiled sarcastically. Then that time Moonbin and Eunwoo saw them and watched them carefully.

“Moonbin, that’s the girl who bumped her,” Eunwoo said as he whispered to Moonbin.

“Oh! She looks tough too,” Moonbin said and Eunwoo nodded. Then going back to Y/N and Hyori…

“You should take this drink since you already forgave me,” Hyori said.

"I know! But it doesn't mean I will accept that unless you will drink it first so that I will ensure that you didn’t poison me and your sorry is not fake," Y/N said as she smirked then Hyori was surprised at her statement then that time Y/N's friends, Eunwoo, and Moonbin were also shocked.

"Wow! Y/N is really straightforward!" Moonbin said.

"I know! I am glad she will be able to handle those kinds of people," Eunwoo said as he smirked. Then as Hyori was shocked at Y/N's statement.

“What did you say?” Hyori asked and Y/N chuckled.

“You heard me, right? You should drink it first so that, I will ensure that I am safe,” Y/N said.

“ I will never poison you, Y/N!” Hyori said.

“How can I be sure? if I know that you and your girlfriends hated me so much. Just stay away from me,” Y/N said as she raised one of her eyebrows and Hyori just got frustrated and left them.

“Wow! Y/N is amazing!” Eunwoo thought as he smiled. As for Y/N who continued to eat her food…

“You just did the right thing, Y/N,” Rocky said as he smiled at her.

“She thought she will make me drink that bottle of cola? I know she and her friends put something in that drink and I will never trust them,” Y/N said.

“You’re right! They are just insecure bitches that tried to ruin your life,” Hyejin said and Y/N smirked and nodded.

“They don’t deserve to win and be successful if they will keep that attitude,” Y/N said then Rocky and Hyejin agreed to her. As for Hyori who approached her girlfriends…

"That bitch! Gets into my nerves and when did she become that tough!" Hyori said.

"Let's just make a plan for her when we checked out the resort," one of Hyori's friends said.

“Oh! It seems you have an idea, huh?” Hyori said.

‘Of course, I am! If she’s tough then we are tougher than her,” one of Hyori’s friends said as she winked and Hyori smirked and nodded. That time, when Y/N and her friends were about to leave the restaurant, Y/N saw Eunwoo with Moonbin and…

“Wait for me guys okay? I just saw Eunwoo and I think he’s with his friend,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Okay! Have fun having a conversation with them,” Hyejin said.

"Guys! I will just say hi to them and I will come back, okay?" Y/N said then Hyejin and Rocky slightly laughed at her but both of them nodded and decided to wait for her. As Y/N approached Eunwoo and Moonbin's table, Eunwoo suddenly blushed and…

"Hi, Eunwoo! Is this your friend?" Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“Yes! I am Moonbin, Eunwoo’s friend. Nice to meet you, Y/N!” Moonbin said as he smiled at her and Y/N blushed.

“Wow! Eunwoo has a cute and handsome friend too like him!” Y/N thought.

"Nice to meet you, Moonbin!" Y/N said as she shook hands with Moonbin but Eunwoo noticed that they slightly stare for a while and…

“Ummm… What brings you here, Y/N?” Eunwoo said and Y/N suddenly looked at him and…

"Just wanted to say hi! Since I can consider now that you two are my friends," Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“That’s great! To be honest, we saw what you did with the woman earlier,” Moonbin said.

“Oh! About that…” Y/N was cut-off when…

“Don’t worry Y/N! We understand and I told Moonbin why you became like that towards that woman,” Eunwoo said.

"Eunwoo is right and you're amazing that you didn't let that woman bully you or do something to you that bad," Moonbin said as he smiled and did a thumbs-up gesture at her and Y/N blushed then Eunwoo just sighed.

“Thanks, Moonbin! I should get going and my friends are now waiting! See you around guys, bye!” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“Okay! Take care and be careful always Y/N!” Eunwoo said as he smiled back then Y/N nodded and left them.

“She’s really beautiful, Eunwoo,” Moonbin said as he smiled and Eunwoo smirked.

“I know! Also, she’s a strong woman,” Eunwoo said and Moonbin agreed. As Y/N went back to her friends and ready to go to the beach area where a party is held…

“Y/N, it seems you saw another hottie with Eunwoo, huh?” Hyejin said and Y/N slightly laughed.

“Both of them are handsome and hot,” Y/N said.

“But if one of them asked you out, whom you will choose?” Rocky asked and Y/N blushed at his question.

"I will choose Eunwoo because he was the one who saved me earlier and I think he has a great personality," Y/N said.

“Oh! But I hope you two will able to meet again if we checked out tomorrow because it’s our last day,” Hyejin said.

"I hope so! But I am glad that I met him," Y/N said as she smiled at them. While they are having fun at the party, they didn't get close to Hyori's group of friends so that they will not get into trouble. But that time, Y/N didn't know that Eunwoo keeping an eye on her and he just decided to watch out for Hyori's every move too. Then there was one time, Eunwoo caught Hyori was about to deliver an alcoholic drink to Y/N that has a dangerous drug on it and he decided to pretend that he will pass by their party and he intentionally bumped Hyori that made the drink spill all of it in her dress and…

“Fuck! You spilled all the drink to my dress Mister!!” Hyori said.

“Oops! Sorry! You shouldn’t have blocked my way!” Eunwoo said as he smirked and remembered Hyori’s words and left her.

Then when Eunwoo was leaving Hyori, he heard that she screamed in frustration.

“I will never let you harm Y/N!” Eunwoo thought then went back to Moonbin who is sitting in a chair in the beach area…

“So, did you already blocked that woman’s plan for Y/N?” Moonbin asked.

“Of course! Also, I caught that woman put a drug onto that drink and I am sure that she will deliver it to Y/N,” Eunwoo said.

“What? That was really mean and she really wanted to Y/N get into trouble,” Moonbin said as he sighed.

“You’re right! I am really concerned about her now because someone really wanted to harm her,” Eunwoo said.

“You’re right! I hope you can keep an eye on her for that long because I heard earlier that they will check out tomorrow,” Moonbin said.

“They will leave tomorrow?” Eunwoo asked.

“Yup! Why? Do you want her to say here with you?” Moonbin asked.

“I wanted to, but it’s impossible because I also heard that it was their company outing and no one should be left tomorrow here in the resort,” Eunwoo said.

"Try to talk to her tomorrow before they leave because for now, she is having fun with her friends," Moonbin said.

“I will try my best to meet her before she will check out the resort,” Eunwoo said and Moonbin nodded and both of them smiled.

THE NEXT DAY…

It was the day where they will check out the resort and after they all had breakfast, Y/N arranged all her things and she knows that their check out time is noon so she decided to take a nap first but as time goes by, it was already noon but two of her roommates were Hyori's friends and they decided not to wake her up and left her in the room. As for Hyejin and Rocky who are waiting for Y/N to go to their bus, one of Y/N's roommates rode the bus and…

“Wait! You are Y/N’s roommate, right? Where is she?” Hyejin asked.

“I thought she already rode the other bus because she was the first one to leave in our room,” one of Y/N’s roommates said.

“Huh? Are you sure? But we haven’t seen her yet in the reservations area when we all checked out,” Rocky said.

“But my friend saw earlier that she was already in the other bus,” one of Y/N’s roommates said. Then Hyejin just let the woman sit in the chair inside the bus. Then Hyejin tried to call Y/N but she didn’t respond.

“I think we should check out the other bus if she’s there,” Hyejin said and Rocky nodded but when they are about to get out of the bus…

“You two should go back to your seat now because we will leave now,” the bus driver said and Hyejin sighed then both of them went back to their seat and…

“Well, I really hope that Y/N is just in another bus,” Hyejin said.

"You're right!" Rocky said as he sighed. Then the bus that they are riding left and that time Eunwoo saw that the bus already left and Moonbin approached him.

“So sad you didn’t have the chance to talk to her for the last time,” Moonbin said.

“I know! I hope I will meet her again!” Eunwoo said. But suddenly when they are about to go back to their room someone yelled in the reservations area and Eunwoo saw Y/N and…

"Why is she still here and why did they leave her?" Eunwoo thought.

“WHAT??? They already checked out????” Y/N asked and the front desk associate nodded. Then Moonbin and Eunwoo approached her and Y/N was surprised.

“Y/N, why are you still here?” Moonbin asked.

“I thought you already left,” Eunwoo said.

“What? They really already left without me???” Y/N asked in a shocking tone and got frustrated. Then Eunwoo and Moonbin just sighed.

“I really know who planned this and I will definitely report her to the office when I came back to work!” Y/N said.

“You really should do that! “ Eunwoo said and Y/N just sighed. Then while Eunwoo is comforting her…

"Miss, May I ask if there are still other transportations going to the ship port like a bus or a van? So that our friend will be able to catch the ship," Moonbin asked the front desk associate.

“The bus is rarely passing by outside the resort,” the front desk associate said.

"Oh! Okay, Thanks!" Moonbin said and he went back to them and…

“Eunwoo, I think we should drive Y/N going to the ship port so that she will be able to catch the ship that she should take going back to the main port,” Moonbin said.

“Okay! Let’s hurry up and we might not catch the ship,” Eunwoo said and Y/N nodded. As soon as possible they went to the ship port but when they reached the port…

“OMG! The ship already left!” Y/N said as she sighed.

"Wait for a while I will ask someone if there's another ship will come," Eunwoo said and Y/N nodded. Then Eunwoo left Y/N and Moonbin and asked a netizen who is near the port and…

“May I ask, if there will be another ship that will come later?” Eunwoo asked.

“That was the last ship for this day,” the man said.

“Do you mean there will be another ship will arrive tomorrow?” Eunwoo asked.

"Nope! It will take 5 days for the ship to arrive again," the man said and Eunwoo was shocked.

“Are there other options to go back to the main port?” Eunwoo asked.

“I am sorry there’s none and if you will try to use someone’s fishing boat it will be more dangerous to go in the main port since it’s also far,” the man said.

“Oh! Okay! I will tell my friend about that. Thanks!” Eunwoo said and the man nodded. As he went back to Y/N and Moonbin…

“I am sorry to say this Y/N but the ship will take 5 days to arrive in the port,” Eunwoo said.

“What? Gosh! This is so stressful!” Y/N said.

“I think we should let Y/N stay in the resort with us,” Moonbin said and Y/N was surprised at his suggestion.

“That’s a great idea, Moonbin!” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

“But I should pay for my stay there and I know that resort is really expensive and

I don’t have a budget for additional 5 days of stay there,” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I will pay for it!” Eunwoo said as he smiled and winked at her.

“Huh? Are you serious? You two already helped me too much,” Y/N said.

“Yes, I am! But are you going to be comfortable if you will sleep in our room?” Eunwoo asked and Y/N blushed.

“But aren’t the beds in your room is just only for two people?” Y/N asked.

"Nope! To be honest, our room is spacious and it has two separated beds and one king-sized bed," Moonbin said.

"Wow! It seems your room accommodation is good for a family. I want to check your room in the resort," Y/N said.

"Okay! Let's go!" Eunwoo said and all of them agreed. Then before they check-in, Y/N went inside Eunwoo and Moonbin's room and she was amazed because it was a luxurious room and…

“Are you really sure that you will let me sleep in this room? For 5 days?” Y/N asked.

‘Yup! So, what’s your decision?” Eunwoo asked.

“Okay! If you really let me sleep here then I will accept it,” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

"That's great! You can use that king-sized bed and then we will sleep here," Moonbin said and Y/N nodded.

"We will go first to the front desk area so that Y/N will be able to check in again and I will pay for her stay," Eunwoo said.

“Okay! I will arrange her things,” Moonbin said and then both of them nodded. Then Eunwoo and Y/N approached the front desk area and the front desk associate was very surprised at Y/N and Eunwoo’s decision but she just processed it and…

"You are so lucky Ms. Y/N! I hope you will have an enjoyable additional 5 days of stay here!" the front desk associate said then Y/N and Eunwoo slightly laughed.

“Thanks!” Y/N said as she blushed. Then both of them went back to the room and…

"So, what do you want to do now? It's already 3 pm, "Eunwoo asked.

“I think I just wanted to swim in the pool for now and get rid of the stress that I have,” Y/N said.

“Okay! Don’t worry we will make your stress gone for today,” Moonbin said as he smiled brightly at her and Y/N blushed at his statement.

“Moonbin is right and we are all here to relax too,” Eunwoo said.

“Okay! Thank you very much Moonbin and Eunwoo for helping me out!” Y/N said.

“No problem Y/N!” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

"My gosh! I will be with these two hot and handsome men!" Y/N thought and she just smiled at Eunwoo. Then Y/N changed into her pink one-piece swimsuit that hugged her beautiful curves and when she already showed herself to Eunwoo and Moonbin both of them were surprised.

“Wow! You are sexy in that swimsuit, Y/N!” Eunwoo said as he winked at her and Y/N blushed madly.

“Thanks! To be honest, I am still insecure with my body because I don’t have a flat stomach,” Y/N said.

“Still you look so great in that swimwear,” Moonbin said as he smiled at Y/N.

"Thanks, guys! Let's go and have fun!" Y/N said and all of them agreed. Then suddenly when Eunwoo and Moonbin took off their shirt, Y/N blushed and…

“Wow! Their bodies are so perfect!” Y/N thought as she gulped at the sight of them.

Then all of them went to the pool but while they are having fun, sometimes some strangers keep lurking around Y/N then Eunwoo and Moonbin tried to protect from them to the point where the other people thought that Y/N has two boyfriends but her heart was really just for Eunwoo. But that time Moonbin is playing with Y/N then Eunwoo was just looking at them and suddenly he saw that Y/N was about to slip beside the pool because it's wet and thankfully when Y/N slipped, Eunwoo able to catch her again but this time their lips suddenly touched that made them surprised and they pulled out from the kiss.

“I am sorry Y/N! Thankfully Eunwoo caught you. But the best part was you two already kissed in the lips,” Moonbin said as he teased them then Eunwoo and Y/N blushed.

“Stop it Moonbin!” Y/N said and Moonbin laughed at them.

“I will leave the two of you first, okay? I will get something in the room,” Moonbin said then Y/N and Eunwoo just nodded and Moonbin left them.

“Ummm… Y/N I have something to tell you,” Eunwoo said as he looked at her in the eyes.

“What is that?” Y/N asked.

“I like you, Y/N! I wanted you to be my girlfriend,” Eunwoo said and Y/N was surprised and suddenly when she was about to talk, Eunwoo kissed her lips passionately and Y/N responded to it then Eunwoo pulled close to him that made Y/N felt that he is already hard and she moaned into the kiss and in a few minutes of making out, they pulled out and…

“Does it mean you will accept me as your boyfriend?” Eunwoo asked.

'"Yes, Eunwoo! I like you too!" Y/N said as she smiled then Eunwoo smiled back and he suddenly held her hand and guided her to one of the special rooms that were in the beach area that has a king-sized bed on it and Y/N was surprised.

“Wow! They have this kind of room?” Y/N asked and Eunwoo nodded then he suddenly pushed her in the bed and Y/N blushed at the heated situation. Then Eunwoo hovered above her and looked at her reaction.

“I know this is fast but I will make sure that I will love you with all my heart and I will never hurt you,” Eunwoo said.

“Me too! Eunwoo! I will love you with all my heart and will never hurt you too!” Y/N said.

“Umm… But before we go on, is this will be your first time?” Eunwoo asked.

"Yes! But don't worry I know will be able to handle it later," Y/N said and both of them smiled at each other. Then Eunwoo decided to help Y/N remove her swimsuit and Y/N became conscious of her body and Eunwoo just held her hand and…

“Don’t cover it Y/N! You are perfect for me!” Eunwoo said as he licked his lips and Y/N blushed. Then Eunwoo suddenly took off all of his clothes and when he was already naked in front of her, her jaw dropped because…

"Oh gosh! He is really a masterpiece!" Y/N thought and she suddenly bites her lip and Eunwoo smirked at her reaction.

“This will be all yours now baby!” Eunwoo said. Then he kissed her lips passionately and his hands went to her breast as he squeezed it and played her nipples by his thumb that made Y/N moan into the kiss and that time he had a chance to slip his tongue inside her mouth and dominated the kiss. After they kissed, Eunwoo’s lips went to her neck as he licked, bit a certain spot, and sucked it that became a hickey and also, that made Y/N moan his name softly.

"You are now mine Y/N! I love you so much!" Eunwoo said as he whispered as he licked and bit her earlobe and Y/N moaned at his action. Then Eunwoo's lips went to her breast and he sucked it delicately and he also bit her nipples and slightly pulled it up that made Y/N moan loudly.

“So responsive baby! I love that!” Eunwoo said and Y/N blushed at his words. Then Eunwoo kissed every inch of her as he also left some wet kisses in her stomach and onto her inner thighs. When Eunwoo already reached her core, Y/N tried to look at him and she suddenly gulped at the sight of him being between her legs and Eunwoo smirked at her.

"I bet you will enjoy this one too, Y/N!" Eunwoo said then he started to lick her core that made Y/N's head went back to lay on the pillow and moaned his name. But suddenly Eunwoo licked and sucked her core harshly and Y/N moaned his name non-stop and she pushed his head more into her core that made Eunwoo's tongue got more access into her core.

"Fuck! Eunwoo like that!" Y/N said loudly and Eunwoo smirked. As he continued to eat her out wildly without a warning she cum onto his mouth and he just sucked all of her juices that made a slurping sound in the room. Then Eunwoo suddenly opened one of the drawers and he gets a condom and Y/N was shocked.

“How did you know that a condom was in that drawer?” Y/N asked and Eunwoo slightly laughed at her.

“Someone just told me that they provided these kinds of things in a special room,” Eunwoo said as he winked and Y/N blushed. Then Eunwoo put the condom to his cock and he hovered above again at her.

“So, are you ready for me my lovely, Y/N?” Eunwoo asked.

“Yes! I love you so much Eunwoo!” Y/N said.

“I love you too so much, Y/N!” Eunwoo said as both of them smiled. Then Eunwoo slowly inserted his cock to her core and Y/N felt a sharp pain and she yelped.

“Does it hurt that much, Y/N?” Eunwoo asked with concern in his voice and he also cupped her face.

“A little but no worries I know I will be able to feel pleasure later,” Y/N said and Eunwoo nodded. Then he just kissed her lips and neck to distract her from the pain and when Eunwoo’s cock is fully inside her, Y/N already adjusted and…

“Eunwoo, you can move,” Y/N said.

"Are you sure about that?" Eunwoo asked and Y/N just responded by kissing him and he smirked at her action and he started to thrust his cock to her at a fast pace that made Y/N gripped his biceps and moaned his name.

"Shit! You are so tight, baby!" Eunwoo said as he gritted his teeth and he decided to make the pace to a harder and rougher pace that made Y/N moaned his name loudly and he also kissed her neck and keep leaving hickeys on it then he saw that Y/N was now in pure bliss and he smirked at the sight of it.

“Fuck! You handle my cock so well Y/N!” Eunwoo said and Y/N just moaned in response and was completely in pure pleasure. Then Eunwoo placed one of her legs in his shoulder and ram his cock to her at a rougher pace and his cock got deeper to her.

“Shit! Right there Eunwoo! Don’t stop!” Y/N said as she gripped the sheets and arched her back.

"You like it rough and deep huh? I will give it to you more!" Eunwoo said as he continued to ram his cock to her at an incredible pace. But as time goes by, Y/N was becoming oversensitive inside her core and…

“Eunwoo! I will cum!” Y/N said.

"Cum with me Y/N!" Eunwoo said then in few thrusts of his cock, both of them moaned each other's name as they cum and Eunwoo pulled out from her core and he removed the condom to his cock and he threw it in the trash bin near the bed and went back to lay beside her and look at Y/N.

“Probably Moonbin is now looking for us,” Y/N said and Eunwoo slightly laughed at her.

“ Let’s just rest first. But I will also send him a message that we are just looking around the beach resort,” Eunwoo said.

“Okay! Thankfully I brought my scarf so that I can cover these hickeys,” Y/N said and Eunwoo laughed at her.

“I am sorry If I made many hickeys in your neck I just can’t control myself earlier,” Eunwoo said.

"It's okay! But next time don't do it too much," Y/N said and both of them laughed. Then they decided to rest for few minutes because they can't stay there for long. As they went out of the special room, Y/N's neck was fully covered with her scarf and they decided to go back to their room and Moonbin approached them and…

“I bet you two really had fun going around the beach, huh?” Moonbin said as he smirked because he got a glimpse of Y/N’s neck that has a hickey on it.

“Yup! The scenery of the beach is really great,” Y/N said.

“You’re right! But I think Eunwoo was much more pleased seeing you as his great scenery instead of the ocean,” Moonbin said.

“What do you mean Moonbin?” Eunwoo asked and Moonbin laughed at them.

“I bet Y/N didn’t cover the hickey on her neck that much,” Moonbin said and Y/N was shocked and she blushed.

“OMG! I think I really should just go and have shower now and change clothes too!” Y/N said as she blushed madly.

"I think you really should do that now because someone will keep teasing us," Eunwoo said and Y/N just go to shower and change her clothes, but Moonbin is still laughing at them.

“You should have just joined her in the shower,” Moonbin said as he smirked.

"Shut up, Moonbin! Just order now our dinner," Eunwoo said and Moonbin nodded but he was still laughing. After a few minutes, their food arrived, and while they are having dinner outside their accommodation…

“Tell me. It means you two are now in a relationship?” Moonbin asked as he looked at them and Y/N blushed.

“Yes! Y/N is already my girlfriend,” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

"Wow! Congrats to the two of you! I hope you two will have a long-lasting relationship," Moonbin said as he smiled at them.

“Yup! No worries! I will never cheat on Eunwoo,” Y/N said as she smiled at Eunwoo.

”Awww! What a sweet couple we have here! “ Moonbin said as he smiled at them. Then suddenly someone called Y/N’s phone and it was Hyejin.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

Hyejin: Y/N! Finally, you answered my call! How are you? I heard that the ship will take 5 days to arrive there. I am so annoyed that one of your roommates didn't wake you up.

Y/N: I am fine! To be honest, I am with Moonbin and Eunwoo and they let me stay in their room.

Hyejin: What? Those two hotties let you stay in their room?

Y/N: Yup! So, what happened when you arrived at the main port and discovered I was left here?

Hyejin: Of course! All of us panicked and then someone shared that she heard Hyori and her friends that they planned to leave you in the resort and because of that, Hyori and her friends

got fired in that instance.

Y/N: What? Are you serious? They got fired after you all arrived at the main port?

Moonbin and Eunwoo were shocked by what they heard and…

"They really should have those kinds of consequences since they are rude and evil to Y/N," Eunwoo said.

“You’re right I am happy that Y/N will be at ease when she will go back to work,” Moonbin said Eunwoo agreed at him. Going back to Y/N and Hyejin’s conversation…

Hyejin: Yup! They deserve that because this is also a serious situation.

Y/N: Well, you are right! Can you give your phone to Hyori and I will tell her something.

Hyejin: Oh! Okay! I will give this phone to Hyori.

Hyejin went to Hyori and…

“What the hell are you doing here?” Hyori asked.

“Someone wanted to talk to you,” Hyejin said as she gave the phone to Hyori and…

Y/N: I bet this is Hyori now, right?

Hyori: Yes, I am! What do you want? Are you now happy that I am out of the company?

Y/N: Well, you are the one who made that consequence to yourself! Thankfully I met two handsome and hot men here in the resort that will surely make me safe and will not harm me. Not like you! Who really likes to harm someone even though I didn’t do anything bad to you! You deserve it bitch! I hope we will never meet again!

As Moonbin and Eunwoo heard her words…

“Oh! She is really brave and I am kinda flattered on her words that we are handsome and hot,” Moonbin said and Eunwoo laughed.

“ Me too! I am very happy she is really a strong woman,” Eunwoo said. As for Hyori who can’t answer it, she just got frustrated and gave back the phone to Hyejin.

Hyejin: Y/N! This is Hyejin again! It seems you throw off some strong words at her and she’s really frustrated now.

Y/N: It's all her fault, not me! By the way, I will tell you that Eunwoo is now my boyfriend.

Hyejin: Oh! Congrats my friend! Just take care staying with those two handsome men and be safe!

Y/N: Okay! I will call you when I got home after 5 days.

Hyejin: Okay! We have to go and bye!

Y/N: Okay! Take care in going home, guys!

END OF CONVERSATION.

Then Y/N went back to Moonbin and Eunwoo…

��We heard some of your conversations with your friend and you were great!” Eunwoo said.

"We liked how you handle those kinds of people who wanted to harm you and we really know you are a strong woman," Moonbin said as he smiled.

"Thanks guys! Thankfully someone really shared that Hyori and her friends planned something to me

about leaving me out here in the resort but even though I was left out here, you two helped me out. Thanks Eunwoo and Moonbin!” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“No problem Y/N!” Moonbin said as he smiled at her. Then Eunwoo walked towards her and he held her shoulders so that she can face him and…

"No problem Y/N! As your boyfriend, I will help you as much as I can. I love you Y/N!" Eunwoo said as he kissed her lips quickly and Y/N blushed.

“I love you too Eunwoo!” Y/N said.

“I think I am disturbing you two,” Moonbin said then Y/N and Eunwoo laughed at him.

“No! You are not!” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

'Okay! You two can just sleep in the king-sized bed but don't make too many noises, okay? I might join the two of you," Moonbin said then Eunwoo glared at him and Y/N was shocked.

“I am just kidding Eunwoo and Y/N,” Moonbin said as he smiled at them.

”Okay! But please stop teasing us like that Moonbin,” Y/N said.

“I am really sorry about that Eunwoo and Y/N,” Moonbin said and suddenly Eunwoo chuckled.

"I am just kidding too if you wanted to join us, it's okay!" Eunwoo said as he smiled then Moonbin and Y/N were so shocked.

“What? Where did that come from Eunwoo?” Y/N asked as she raised one of her eyebrows.

“To be honest, sometimes I am kinda jealous because I noticed you also keep staring at Moonbin,” Eunwoo said.

“Wait! I think there’s a misunderstanding Eunwoo,” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry I am not mad and for Moonbin, it’s okay if you wanted to join us sometimes,” Eunwoo said as he smirked.

“You know that’s not a good joke Eunwoo,” Moonbin said.

“It will be really okay for me if you wanted to join us. It will be more thrilling for Y/N, right?” Eunwoo said and Y/N gulped and shivered at his words.

“Oh damn! Why is Eunwoo suddenly like this! He and Moonbin will wreck me!” Y/N thought.

“Are you sure about that? because I don’t want our friendship to be ruin because of my sudden joke,” Moonbin said.

“Moonbin, I am serious that it’s really okay,” Eunwoo said as he smirked then Moonbin gulped and felt he was already hard underneath the table.

“O-okay! But I don’t know if Y/N will agree. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable,” Moonbin said as he looked at her and Y/N blushed madly.

“Ummm… Okay Fine! I will accept it besides you two are friends and I can’t deny that you two are handsome and hot,” Y/N said as she tried to smile at them. Then Moonbin and Eunwoo smirked at her and started to walk towards her that made Y/N blushed as Eunwoo and Moonbin took her in the king sized- bed and that night Y/N became tired because of Eunwoo and Moonbin’s stamina. But as Y/N stayed with Eunwoo and Moonbin for 5 days all of them had so much fun and made beautiful memories throughout their stay in the resort.

끝 THE END

Thank you for reading my one-shot smut fanfiction

for Astro’s Cha Eunwoo!

Stay tuned for the next member! :)

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All Three ~ Nolan Patrick

A/N: this is based on the song All Three by Noah Cyrus. Also i have no idea what it’s like to have migraines and I obviously don’t know how it was for Nolan either, my depiction in this is just what I thought would fit with the story.

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, verbal fights, playful arguing

Word count: 6.9k

Nolan Patrick…your best friend, your lover, your kryptonite.

It's the classic friends with benefits scenario…you met when he came to Philly and the rest is history. Your cousin, Meg had been dating Travis Sanheim and she always dragged you along to outings so you had become pretty familiar with the Flyers.

The night you met Nolan you knew you were in for it. You had walked into Scott's apartment trailing behind Meg and Travis and you immediately locked eyes with an unfamiliar face across the room. He immediately blushed and his mouth twitched up a bit in an attempt at a smile. You gave him a small smile back and then were interrupted by a few of the guys giving you hugs.

You were intrigued by the guy across the room, you figured he was a rookie, a super cute rookie, and you really wanted to meet him. It was a little while before you finally did, you wandered into the kitchen with your cousin to grab a drink and then of course you caught up in conversation. But finally, halfway through the night you were being introduced.

"Nolan, Travis, this is y/n, y/n, this Nolan and Travis." Ghosty introduced you to the two rookies. You shook their hands and greeted them sweetly. "It's nice to meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you too." The shorter of the two, Travis, greeted. "So how do you fit in with the mix here?"

"My cousin is dating Travis Sanheim and they drag me along to things like these."

"Oh, sweet. Do you go to school here?"

"Yeah, I'm a sophomore at UPenn."

"Wow, don't you have to be like really smart to go there?"

You blushed at Travis' question. Although you had worked super hard to get into UPenn, you hated when people would make a big deal about it. And you never knew how to answer this question without sounding like an asshole. "Um, I mean I guess so…you have to get good grades and be involved in a lot."

"So, probably no chance for me?" Travis joked.

You giggled and shook your head looking over at Nolan who had been pretty quiet the whole conversation. His cheeks flushed a bit more when you looked at him and he realized that he should probably say something. "What are you studying?"

Your breath hitched upon hearing Nolan's voice. It was deep and a bit raspy and you were even more intrigued. "Environmental Studies." You answered with a small smile.

"Cool, so you like the outdoors?" Travis asked.

"Yeah, I've always lived in the city, but I like to get out whenever I can and go camping and hike and stuff."

Nolan immediately knew that he wanted to get to know her more. He was happy that she said she came to stuff like this a lot and he'd have the opportunity to hang out with her.

 Meg came barreling into the three of you, grabbing your arm to pull you towards the pong table.

"Sorry boys, she's needed for beer pong!!" She called over her shoulder and you shot them an apologetic smile as she dragged you across the room.

 You and Meg dominated, as always, so you were occupied with beer pong for quite some time. But once you finally got knocked out, you looked around for Nolan because you really wanted to talk to him again. You spotted him in walking towards the kitchen so you decided to follow.

 He sensed a presence behind him and smiled when he turned and saw that it was you.

"Beer?" He asked holding a bottle out for you.

You nodded and took it from his hand, "thank you."

He grabbed one for himself and leaned against the counter. "You're quite the player."

You smirked at his compliment, "yeah, we're not all total nerds at UPenn, I've had my practice."

"So, are you from Philly?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yup, born and raised…"

"You say that like it's a bad thing…"

"I love it here, I do, but sometimes I wish I had gone somewhere else for school. Just to experience something else, you know?"

Nolan nodded, "Yeah, I left home when I was a teenager for hockey, it's nice to see what else is out there but there's definitely no place like home."

You smiled at his comment, he was very soothing. You had only known him for a few hours but you already felt super comfortable around him.

 You stayed in the kitchen with him and talked for the rest of the night. You hadn't even noticed how late it had gotten until Travis came looking for you telling you that you needed to go because Meg was super wasted.

"Okay, I'll be right out." You assured him so that you could try and invite Nolan back to your place.

"It was really nice talking with you, y/n…" Nolan said.

"Would you maybe wanna come back to my place?" You asked with a smirk.

He smiled and nodded, "let me just go to tell TK."

 You walked up to Travis and Meg, "Nolan is gonna come back with me, so you can guys just go home." Travis raised his eyebrows, "are you sure?"

You nodded, "yeah, I'm good. I promise."

"Okay…" Travis said hesitantly. "Text me when you get home please…and if you need anything." Although Nolan seemed like a good guy, Travis still didn't really know him and he was protective of you.

"Will do. Thanks, Travis. Good luck with Meg."

"Yeah, bets she passes out in the Uber…"

You laugh at his prediction and say goodbye to Meg.

 You turn around and Nolan is approaching you. "You ready?" You nod in response and go downstairs to wait for your Uber. Conversation seemed to just flow and you talked the whole way to your apartment.

 Your roommates thankfully were both in their rooms for the night so you didn't have to deal with any introductions.

"Do you want anything to drink?" You whispered as you entered your apartment.

"I'll have some water if that's okay." You nodded and handed him a water bottle before leading him down the hallway to your room. Unsurprisingly, you talked for a little bit longer before he finally made a move and started kissing you.

 You melted into his grasp as soon as you felt his lips on yours. The faint taste of beer on his lips had you desperate for more.

 --

 Ever since that first night he had you locked in. You hooked up a few nights a week when he was in Philly. You kept in touch when he was on road trips and when he went back to Winnipeg for the off season, you even visited him there a few times. He had grown to become your best friend. As the two of you got closer it wasn't always about sex, he'd come over after a tough loss, you'd confide in him when you were stressed about school or your friends. But despite how close the two of you were, you never felt your relationship progressed to anything more than friends.

 Everyone always thought you two were a couple, he invited you to team events as his plus one, you went on dates, you were exclusive, you argued like you were married…but for some reason you never put the label on it. You didn't totally mind…you were both still very young and not to mention putting a title on it really wouldn't change your relationship at all so you supposed it didn't matter. It would happen when it happens and that was fine… or so you thought. 

  I really hate when you say you love me, those spoken words are wet concrete

And in your arms I feel so lucky, weightless when you lie on me

 It started to really fuck you up when he said those three forbidden words. I love you. Well, in your case it was two, and not as meaningful or intimate as it usually is said for the first time.

 You guys had been together, or doing whatever you were doing, for two years. He was leaving for a week long road trip and you were at his place helping him pack before you brought him to the airport.

"Hey, y/n/n?" Nolan called from the bedroom. "Have you seen my black tie?"

"I'm ironing it right now!" You yelled back from the living room.

 Once you finished ironing his dress clothes you brought them into his bedroom for him to pack.

"Thank you." He said before giving you a quick kiss and zipping them carefully into his bag.

"Do you want to eat anything before you go?" You asked.

"Can you make me a ham sandwich, please?" He asked with a childish grin.

You chuckled and shook your head, "of course."

 You looked at the time and figured he'd need to eat in the car so you packaged it up so he could take it with him. Just as you finished, he emerged from the hallway with his bags in hand. You grabbed him a bottle of water and put it in a bag with his sandwich. You double checked with him that he had everything and you headed down to the car. You drove so Nolan could eat and the rest of the car ride was spent humming along to the music.

 "Do you want any help?" You asked as you put the car in the park out front.

"No, I'm all set." He said as he slid out of the car. You got out after him and stood by as he gathered his bags. "Thank you for your help this morning."

"Anytime, Nols. Text me when you land, please."

"Will do," he assured as he leaned down to kiss you, "love you, babe."

 You stood there shocked at his words as he walked away seemingly unbothered. True to his word, he had texted you when they landed and texted you throughout the week as normal. You were kind of expecting some sort of explanation, at least an acknowledgement of what he had said but it seemed like it just slipped out and he didn't think anything of it. You however, spent the whole week overthinking and freaking out.

 Of course you had thought about if you loved Nolan or not, but you just never thought saying it was on the table because of the status of your relationship. You hoped that when he returned he'd have something to say about it but he didn't. And you were the biggest chicken in the world so you never brought it up. He didn't say it too often, mostly when he'd leave for a road trip or if you weren't going to see each other for a while. You had been trying to build up the courage to say it back but you could never bring yourself to do it.

 It didn't seem to bother him that you didn't say it back. Which made you really think it wasn't that big of a deal for him, which is what confused and frustrated you so much. You didn't understand how he could be so nonchalant about it all the time. Was he that dense? Or were you really just overthinking it? It got to the point where you hated to hear him say it. But it didn't matter how much you hated to hear it, because you knew you loved him too.

 Nolan was not known for showing much emotion. But you weren't either so it worked out for the two of you. You had other ways of expressing your feelings for each other. For you, it was helping him prepare for road trips, cooking him dinner, rubbing his shoulders, and when they started, helping him through his migraines. For him, it was bringing you coffee and dinner when you were cramming for an exam, always making sure you had Reese's and a bottle Sauvignon Blanc on hand, going for walks with you, taking you to concerts… but your favorite moments with Nolan were when the two of you were lying in bed or on the couch. Not doing anything, maybe you have a show on in the background, but you weren't paying attention to it. Instead you were listening to Nolan's heartbeat, focusing on his soft breathing. You were often under him, him acting as the perfect weighted blanket to help you feel at ease.

 --

 But darling if I could, I would fall for someone good, someone good for me

No matter how good the highs are, there of course some lows. Nothing too awful, but with the uncertainties of your relationship comes some strain. Sometimes the time spent together is too much, you feel overwhelmed, Nolan feels too much pressure… and you're never sure if you can work through it. You obviously always have, but each time you have a falling out it feels like the end.

 You had been sitting at home all night trying to reach Nolan. He had been having his migraines for a little while now and you were worried because you hadn't heard from him all day and he wasn't the playing in the game. You knew that if it was anything super serious, someone would have contacted you but you couldn't help but worry about him. You finally decided to go over to his place and see if he was okay.

 You knocked quietly upon arrival wanting to give him a chance to answer the door. After a few minutes of silence you decided to just go in. His apartment was dark, which wasn't unusual during a bad migraine, so you made your way back to his bedroom. His door was cracked so you pushed it open and saw Nolan lying down on the bed.

"Nolan." You whispered with no response. "Nolan." You whispered a little louder this time. He moved a bit so you knew he heard you but he still didn't say anything. You walked over to the bed and gently sat down next to him. "Are you okay?" He grunted in response, still not what you wanted, but something nonetheless. "I'm sorry for just coming, but I was worried…I haven't heard from you all day."

"You can see that I'm alive so you can leave now."

You sighed at his cold tone, you had heard it before and you knew better than to push so you got up to leave. You stopped before the door and turned towards him, "let me know if you need anything." You didn't wait for a response knowing that you probably wouldn't get one so you left his apartment.

 You tried to your best not to be upset by the interaction. You didn't know how Nolan felt in those moments and you wanted to give him what he needed, even if it meant him not wanting you around. It certainly wasn't the first time he shut you out and you knew it wouldn't be the last, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

 What made this time different was your interaction the next day. Usually after a night like that, he would apologize for how he treated you and would explain he just really needed to be alone. You of course always forgave him and things went back to normal. But this time, there was no apology, just more hostility.

 He had texted you asking if you could bring over something to eat. You asked him what he wanted and he said he didn't care, "get whatever you want."

You decided to just go to the store and get a few different things so he had options. When you showed up to his place he was on the couch with his eyes closed, so you quietly shut the door and put your bags down in the kitchen. You were putting a few things away when you heard him speak. "What did you bring?"

You walked over to him so you didn't have to yell, "I got a few things from the store…I got stuff for sandwiches, frozen pizza, soup…"

"Alright thanks." Was all he said. You stood there for a minute not knowing what to do. "What are you doing?" He asked looking over at you.

"I, um, well…" you fumbled out, taken aback by his tone, "do you want me to make something for you?"

"Just make me a sandwich I guess."

You nodded and walked away without another word.

 A few minutes later, you brought his sandwich to him on a plate and set it down a little harder than you probably should have. But you were starting to get upset so you didn't really care. He glared at you in response but thanked you as he sat up and grabbed it. You walked back into the kitchen and put everything away.

 "I'm gonna go, I guess. Let me know when you're feeling better." You said as he walked by him to put your coat on.

"Why are you leaving?"

"Well it's clear you're still not doing well, so I'm just gonna leave you alone." "I never told you that you needed to leave." "You didn't have to, Nolan." "What's your problem?" "I don't want to fight, especially if you’re still not feeling good, so I'm just gonna go."

"Why do we need to fight? I just asked you a question."

"Really? 'What’s your problem?' isn't exactly an innocent question."

"Well I don't really understand why you've got such an attitude." "I'm trying not to lose my patience Nolan, but you're making it really difficult." "Why?!" he asked starting to raise his voice, "What did I do?" "You're kind of treating me like shit, Nolan. I'm sorry that you had a bad migraine yesterday, and I'm sorry if I made it worse by coming here last night, but I was worried. I understand it's hard for you, but I hadn't heard from you all day. You usually let me in and help you through them and it’s fine if that's not what you want or need but you don't get to be a dick to me about it. You asked me to bring you food, I did, and you're still being rude to me. I don't mind being here Nols, I want to be here, but if you're going to act like this I'm not interested."

"You have no idea how hard it is for me, y/n," he yelled at you, "I didn't ask you to come over last night, I'm sorry you were worried but I can't put my migraine on hold just to make you feel better."

"I know that, Nolan! That's why I left once I saw that you were okay! But you were obviously okay enough this morning to text me asking for food, and you're obviously okay enough right now to be yelling at me! I know that I don't know how hard it is for you, but I'm doing my best to be here for you and support you however I can. I know that you can't always text me or call me, and that's fine. But the way you're treating me right now is not okay." "You don't have to be here for me all the time. You didn't have to bring me food today if you really didn't want to. You can say no, y/n, you don't owe me anything."

You were hurt by his words but you tried your best not to show it. "I wanted to bring you food because I care about you! I want to be here for you! It just doesn't seem like you want me here. You've been nothing but cold to me since you texted me this morning! I don't mind doing these things for you, Nol, but you could at least act grateful."

"Whatever, y/n/n. Just go I guess. I'm not arguing with you anymore."

You opened your mouth but you didn't know what you would even say, so you put your coat on and left.

 It had been a few days since your fight and you hadn't spoken to him at all. It was awful timing because you had midterms coming up and you were too distracted to study.

 You were currently trying to force your way through a study guide when you got a call from Meg. You sighed and answered the phone. "Hey, Meg."

"Hey, y/n/n, what's up?" "Trying to study…what about you?" "You're not going to the game tonight?"

"No, I really need to study." "But I thought you were going…?" "Yeah, well plans change. I can't go anymore." You heard some mumbling in the background, which you assumed was Travis. A few moments later Meg spoke up again.

"Are you and Nolan fighting?"

You rolled your eyes and sighed, "We had a pretty big fight the other day and I haven't talked to him since. But regardless, I need to study. I have midterms next week."

"Travis said Nolan has been grumpier than usual. What did you fight about?"

"His migraines I guess??? I don't even know, I tried standing up for myself but he wasn't having it so I left."

"You haven't talked at all since?" "Nope, not a word." "Are you okay?" "I don't know, not really honestly. But I really can't dwell on it right now because I need to focus on studying." "And how is that going for you?" "Not very well." "Okay, so why don't you come over and we can talk about it. If you're not studying anyway it might help to get things off your chest."

You sighed as you thought about it, knowing that she was right you agreed and got your things together to go over there.

 She had a glass of wine waiting for you and you sat down and told her everything.

"Okay, well you were right to stand up yourself. You've done a lot for him recently and you don't deserve to be treated that way."

"Yeah, but he's right, I didn't have to do any of it for him. He didn't ask, I just did it." "Okay so you didn't have to, but despite your weird ass relationship, it's not that crazy that you did. Everything you've done for Nolan I would do for Travis in a heartbeat. Yeah, we're engaged and it's a little different, but you and Nolan have something really special. It's beyond me and everyone in the world for that matter, why you two don't just get over yourselves and date officially. You've worked through fights in the past, you'll work through this too." "But they've never been this big before. And I don't like that it was about his migraines. Even if he apologizes who's to say that he won't act like this again. I feel like I can't fault him for it because it's his way of dealing with them. But I also know that I don't deserve to be treated that way so I just feel like we're not meant to be." "Y/n, that's bullshit and you know it. You and Nolan are like, the perfect match. It's been a few days, I'm sure he's feeling better, you've both calmed down, so sit down and talk about it. You know you're not going to be able to study until you do."

You sighed knowing that she was right, "okay…yeah you're right. I'll text him." 

You: Hey, Nol.

You relaxed into the couch, feeling a sense of relief now that you've had some sort of contact. You took a few sips of wine as you waited, but thankfully it wasn't too long.

Nolan: Hey, y/n/n…

You: Can we talk?

Nolan: Yeah, wanna come over after the game?

You: Yeah, just text me when you get home.

Nolan: You're not coming to the game?

You: I wasn't going to…I really need to study.

Nolan: Oh, okay. I guess I'll see you later.

You decided not to respond, you still weren't super happy with him, so you didn't think you needed to defend your decision.

 "Alright, I'm going over there to talk after the game." You updated Meg.

"Good. So you'll get ready with me???" She asked hopefully.

"Sorry, Meg. I do really need to try and study. I'm gonna head out."

"Fine," she pouted, "but you better let me know how it goes tonight!!!"

"I will, bye Meg."

 Between having the game on in the background and thinking about what you were going to say, you weren't able to get much studying done. But you still tried your hardest until you received a text from Nolan telling you that he was leaving the arena.

 You were hoping he would be in an okay mood…they won the game but Nolan didn't play. You didn't think he was having a migraine, it was probably more of a precaution, but nonetheless he'd be upset that he wasn't playing.

 When you got to Nolan's he was sitting on the couch with two glasses of water in front of him. You smiled at the gesture, although it quickly faded when you remembered why you were even here. He stood up to greet you and you went and sat next to him on the couch.

"That was a good game…"

"You watched?" "Of course."

Nolan nodded, "I just wish I could have played…"

You smiled sadly, "I know, I'm sorry, Nols. Not feeling good?" He sighed and leaned back, "I don't know, I mean, I feel like I could have played, but it's just not worth the risk of bringing one on…"

 You sat in silence for a little bit, neither of you knowing where to start. Just as you were about to speak up, Nolan beat you to it. "I'm really sorry for the way I treated you the other day. I know that you were just trying to help and I know that you don't have to do those things for me but I really do appreciate it. I shouldn't have yelled at you and I shouldn't have dismissed you the way that I did. I know it's not a great excuse, but it was just really bad the other night, I knew that I wasn't going to be fun to be around that's why I didn't want you here. But I don't have an excuse for how I treated you that morning. I had no right to say those things to you, I don't even really know what came over me. You've always been amazing to me and you do mean so much to me, y/n/n, you have no idea. I just hope that you'll forgive me…" "I appreciate your apology, Nols. My intention is never to overcrowd you or make you feel like you need my help. I'm here to help you with whatever you need and it's okay if you need some space too. It'd just be nice to be let down a little easier…"

Nolan smirked at your last comment, "I know, I'm sorry. I promise I will be better at communicating my needs with you." He put his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You rested your head on his chest and he kissed the top of your head.

 --

 You're my nemesis, you're my best friend

We nearly walk on common ground

 You really didn't have big fights like that often, but you did however argue about stupid, little things all of the time.

 One of the things that drove you absolutely nuts about your relationship with Nolan was how different the two of you were when it came to planning things and being on time. Nolan was very "go with the flow" and "we'll get there when we get there" which you loved for him…but you were much different. You liked to have things planned and you absolutely hated being late.

 You were hanging out at your apartment one Friday afternoon watching Netflix when you got a text from Nolan.

 Nolan: Hey, I need a date to an event tonight. I'll pick you up at 6:45.

You looked at the time and it was almost 2 o'clock.

Me: Whoa, whoa, whoa…what kind of event?

Nolan: Pretty fancy, black tie.

Me: Nolan!!!!! I don't have anything to wear!!!

Nolan: You have tons of dresses.

Me: Not any that fit black tie!

Nolan: Oh, well if you go now you'll have time to get one.

 You scoffed and shook your head. Of course, he'd tell you about an event a few hours before and be so nonchalant about it.

 Me: Fine, but I'm not happy.

Nolan: Why? You love these things.

Me: Yeah, when I have time to prepare for them!

Nolan: What do you need to prepare for? Just get a dress and do your makeup or whatever.

 You chose not to respond to that because you didn't actually want to start a fight. It was also hard to actually be mad at him when he really had no idea what was wrong with the current situation.

 You sent an SOS text to Meg and asked her to meet you at Nordstrom to help you pick something out.

 Two hours later, there was a mound of dresses and jumpsuits in your dressing room but you finally found the perfect one. It was a beautiful, sleek, black, satin jersey gown.

"You look so hot, y/n/n." Meg complimented as you spun around in front of the mirror.

"Thanks…I just still can't believe I'm just finding out about this stupid gala." "Yeah, it's a little annoying. But look at you, you found the perfect dress and you still have time to get ready."

"I know, I just hate when he does this. You know how I am about stuff like this." "Yes, I know, Miss Organized…but it's not the end of the world."

You rolled your eyes at your cousin and went into the dressing room to change.

 You hopped in the shower once you got home and did your hair and makeup as quickly as you could while still making it look good.

 You heard Nolan come into your apartment and you glanced at the time because you weren't ready yet. You breathed a sigh of relief to see that it was only 6:30. You finished up your makeup, put on your heels, and grabbed your coat before walking down the hall to greet Nolan. He stood up from the couch when he heard you coming but was engrossed in his phone so he didn't look up at you. You rolled your eyes and cleared your throat to get his attention.

"You ready?" He asked without looking up.

You ignored his question and said his name firmly, "Nolan." He finally looked up at you but still didn't say anything about how you looked. "Do I look okay?"

"Yeah, I don't know what you were so worried about, babe. You look amazing."

"Don't make a habit of, Nols. I was super stressed about it."

He gave you an incredulous look but sighed and nodded his head, "sorry, princess. I'll make sure to tell you a year in advance next time."

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm and walked towards the door.  

 ~~~

 One other thing about you and Nolan was that you bickered…constantly. He honestly drove you nuts more often than not but for some reason that was why you loved him so much.

 You would argue about what to have for dinner.

 "Pizza?" He suggested.

"We always have pizza, what about Chinese?" You protested.

He rolled his eyes at your suggestion, "we always have Chinese, too."

"Sushi?"

Nolan shook his head, "I don't feel like sushi." "Sandwiches?"

"Nah…" "Well, I don't know, Nolan! Why don't we just go to the store and make something." "That'll take too long." You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Whatever, just pick something, I don't care."

"You say that now but you're going to complain about it as soon as it gets here."

"Well we can't agree on anything so whatever, just get what you want." You didn't give him a chance to argue as you stomped down the hall to do some homework.

 You always argued about directions.

 "Why are you going this way?" Nolan asked as you made a turn.

"Because it's faster. There's always a ton of traffic the other way." "No it's not, this way is like 30 minutes longer. Even with traffic we'll get there faster the other way." "No we won't, Nolan. I drive this way all the time, it's fine, trust me." "Whatever you say, we're gonna be late though." "No we're not." "Yes we are." "No we're not!" "Yes we are." "Fine, if you're so worried about it, you drive." You huffed out as you pulled over and threw the car in park and got out of the car. Nolan shook his head at how ridiculous you were being but switched places with you anyway.

You ended up getting there 10 minutes late.

 "I told you the other way was faster." You said as you climbed out of the car.

Nolan scoffed, "if you hadn't thrown a fit and just kept driving we would have been on time." "Are you kidding me? It took two minutes to switch places. That's not why we're late." "Whatever.…" He grumbled as he shot you a glare. You stuck your tongue out at him and he shook his head walking a few steps in front of you.

 He hated that you always hogged the blankets.

 To no surprise, Nolan woke up in the middle of night shivering with no blankets on. He sighed angrily and tried to pull the blankets over to him. He wasn't successful because you were all wrapped up in them and they were impossible to move.

"Y/n." He said nudging your shoulder. "Y/n/n." You stirred a bit but didn't wake up. "Y/n." He said louder. Nothing. He sighed again grabbed his water bottle from the nightstand. He poured a little bit on your face and you shot up in shock.

"What the fuck, Nolan?!"

"You were hogging the blankets!" "So you dumped water on me?!"

"You wouldn't wake up!" "You're such an ass." You seethed as you pulled the blanket back to you and rolled over to face away from him. Nolan scoffed at your action and tugged on the blanket. "Get your own blanket if you're so concerned about it." You said as you held onto it so he couldn't have any.

"And I'm the ass…" He muttered in defeat as he got up to grab a blanket from the other room.

 You hated the way he put the toilet paper on the holder.

 "Nolan!!!" You screamed from the bathroom. You were pretty sure at this point he was doing it just to piss you off. You hated when people put the toilet paper on upside down. The right way to put it was so the tail was on top. It flowed so much better and you didn't understand how people could think that it’s okay the other way.

As you angrily switched it around, Nolan was out in the living room smirking because he knew exactly what you were yelling about. He feigned innocence as you came stomping down the hallway yelling at him for putting it on like that. "Oh, I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to."

You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed. "Seriously, Nolan. You know it pisses me off." "I know, I’m sorry, I just don't think about it when I'm changing it, because it's really not a big deal. It's just toilet paper."

"Yeah, but it's so much easier when it's right side up."

"Some would argue that you have it wrong." "Yeah they might, but they're stupid. If you don’t care, why can't you just put it the way I like it." "I try to, babe, I just forget sometimes." "Well please, try and remember."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

 A few days later, Nolan went into the bathroom and chuckled when he saw a sign posted by the extra toilet paper.

Please put toilet the right side up. Thank you :)

 Deciding he wanted to dance with the devil, he switched the toilet paper so it was the "wrong way." It took a while, but a few hours later he was in the kitchen grabbing a snack when he heard his name being yelled from the bathroom. He laughed and shook his head, preparing for the storm that was coming his way.

 --

 But we're suckers for the thrill, playing fuck, marry, and kill

Honey you're all three.

 No matter how much argued, bickered, or fought, you loved him. He was your person. You were with each other for your best moments and you stuck by each other through your worst.

 Your best friend, your lover, your soulmate. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

 ---

 You and Nolan were enjoying a rare day off you had together lounging around the apartment. Nolan had noticed that one of his favorite bands, Mt. Joy were on Instagram live. He shot them a quick text asking if it was okay if he joined. They of course said yes so he hopped on.

 You were in the kitchen baking cookies, only half listening to what Nolan was saying. However, you immediately stopped what you were doing when you heard something that Nolan said. "I'm just hanging out at home with my girlfriend. Enjoying the day off." Once you got over the initial shock you listened more intently to see if he would say anything more about it. "Yeah, we've been together for a while. Pretty much since I came to Philly." Your jaw dropped. Of course. Of course he would play it off as if you've been dating for years. Apparently you were lost in thought for longer than you thought because the next thing you know Nolan came up and waved his hand in front of your face. "You there?"

"Oh yeah, sorry." "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm your girlfriend, huh?"

He smirked at your tone, "of course you're my girlfriend. Am I not your boyfriend?" "Oh my god, Nolan!"

"What?!" "How long have I been your girlfriend?" He shrugged, "I don't know, I thought we were always kind of dating."

You scoffed, "unbelievable." He gave you a questioning look but you shrugged him off. "Nothing…never mind."

"No, tell me." He insisted.

"It's just, we never really talked about it or had the conversation so I didn't think we were actually boyfriend and girlfriend." "So we've just been…what, a thing? For three and a half years?"

"Well, I don't know, I guess. We've never celebrated an anniversary or anything. And this is the first time I've ever heard you call me you your girlfriend." "Oh, well, I'm sorry y/n/n. I guess after it had been so long I just kind of assumed." You gave him an amused huff. "What? Should we have talked about it?"

"No, no, I guess not…" you reassured, "it's just so…us."

"Us?" "Our whole relationship has been me overthinking and you under thinking, apparently…no offense."

He chuckled at your explanation. "You've been overthinking our relationship?"

"Well, yeah! I never knew what we were but you never seemed worried about it so I didn't want to bring it up."

"Okay…so if you need it spelled out for you…" he started earning himself an eye roll from you, "will you be my girlfriend?"

"I thought I already was?" You replied with a playful smirk.

He rolled his eyes at your teasing but teased you right back. "So are we good? We didn't just break up, did we?"

"No, I love you too much to give you up that easy." He raised his eyebrows at your admission. "Oh, you love me, huh?" You stuttered a bit, realizing that because you had been so insecure you had never actually said it back. "See I notice things, not such an under thinker, am I?"

"I'm sorry, it's my overthinking... I always just thought it kind of slipped out when you said it and because I didn't know what we were I was scared if I said it back things would end." "What?!" He asked, looking at you like you had two heads. "How does that even make sense?!" "I don't know!!" You defended, "I just thought…I don't know... I guess I really don't have an explanation. Just that I'm a little bit crazy."

"It's okay, I already knew that. Your insistence that there is a correct way to put toilet paper on the holder was a dead giveaway."

"Ha ha ha…" you fake laughed, "you do put it the right way now, though…"

"I can't have you going off the rails on me…"

You gently shoved him and shook your head. He smiled and cupped your face in his hands. "I love you, y/n/n. I always have and I always will."

"I love you too, Nolly." You said with a smirk.

Nolan grimaced at the nickname, "okay, maybe not when you call me that."

"Oh, come on, Nolly. You know you love it." "I don't...but I love you so I'll let it slide."

You stood on your tip toes prompting Nolan to bend down so you could kiss him. He picked you up and set you on the counter and you made out for a few minutes.

"As much as I want to make sweet, sweet love to you baby, this dough smells really good…" He said, suggesting you finish the cookies.

"Aye, aye, captain." You saluted as you pushed him out of the way and hopped off the counter.

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For the rest of your life with Nolan, there wasn't a day that went by where you didn't want to fuck, marry, and kill him. But it never stopped you from loving him.

[shinygoldstar]

Midnight Snack

DannyMay Day 11: Midnight

(Also DannyMay Shadow, Scars, Power, Nature, Seasons, Teeth can you find them all?)

Word Count: 2271 (not beta’d. experimental writing)

Warning: mentions of ghost cannibalism, nothing explicit

@floralflowerpower ​ – for that ghost cannibalism post

(it’s 1 am so i’m gonna sleep now. might post on AO3 later)

Edit: AO3 Added!

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It was mid-October. The leaves are starting to turn yellow heralding the approaching autumn. Danny was happy because that meant the unusually hot weather is almost over. It wasn’t that he’s melting from the heat- quite the opposite, he’s probably the only person in Amity that isn’t sweltering under the sun with his cold core. But due to this exact same reason, his cooler body temperature also drew in water vapor which condenses on his skin, pooling into beads of water dripping down his shirt, making him appear extra sweaty. He can’t wait for the temperature to be cool enough to not change clothes every few hours. Good thing his clothes are purchased by the dozen; no one really noticed him wearing new sets of clothes throughout the day.

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It was the contaminated fridge foods that disappeared first. No one missed them. At least until they can’t find the mutated turkeys for their annual Thanksgiving hunting event.

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Danny yawned as he and his friends entered Fenton Works. Autumn is comfy. Just the right temperature where he can wear loose clothing and not be stared at for being underdressed for the weather. No ‘sweating’ either. His mouth closed with a click, a bit too fast on his new fangs. Danny winced. The fangs seemed to have grown longer overnight again. At this rate Danny won’t be able to pass them off as normal pointy canine teeth for much longer. It didn’t hurt but the itch is annoying. Danny took a detour to the fridge, grabbing an ice cube from the freezer and popped it into his mouth, absentmindedly chewing on the cubes to take the edge off the itch as they walked down to the basement lab. His parents are at a paranormal convention at a nearby city and won’t be back until tomorrow. Danny and his friends gladly took the opportunity to do their ‘Danny’s quarterly fitness test’.

Danny flipped on the light switch and walked to the center of the lab, transforming into his ghost form. “Okay I’m ready. What’s first on the list?”

Tucker dropped his bag and took out a piece of notebook paper, “Okay, first we gotta do the baseline measurements. Height, weight, temperature, and the ecto reading.” Sam dug through her sports bag, pulling out the measurement tape. She held it against Danny, eyes scanning the tape measurement numbers. “Still the same height.”

Tucker nodded, noting down the measurement in Danny’s health notebook. “Next, weight.” Danny stood over the scale. “Yup, still the same weight too.”  

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Then it was the ecto-samples that Jack misplaced in the kitchen fridge. Jack warned everyone a few days later (everyone knows to avoid glowing food on normal basis so the delayed warning is mostly just courtesy), but no one could find where it went and assumed it grew legs to join the other tiny ecto-samples lurking as their equivalent of household pests. (No matter how often Maddie tried to patch up the mouse hole it keeps reappearing in the same shape but in a different part of the house as if the original mouse hole got transplanted from its original location)

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“Lunch Lady’s right. You need to eat more. You’re still as skinny as ever.” Sam remarked as Danny took the thermometer out of his mouth. “76 F. The ghosts keep attacking me all day and night. You’d think my parents would notice when a ghost sneaks pass them while they work in the lab but I triggered all their ghost alarms just by being in the house so they deactivated the system when I’m around. They must’ve kept it turned off during the day too.”

“Tough luck dude. Ecto scan next.” Tucker passed the scanner to Sam while Danny stood still for her to scan. The machine beeped, “Wow 6.8, that’s quite a jump from last quarter’s 5.1”

“Maybe it was from all the ghost fighting I did over the summer?”

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As the leaves began to fall from the branches, ghost attacks lessened in frequency. Not looking the gift horse in the mouth Danny happily enjoyed the lack of ghost attacks to focus more on his studies. If he did well enough, he might even get Bs for his efforts. He also managed to avoid getting detention for the entire week much to the relief of everyone involved.

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Two days before Thanksgiving, the Fentons finally remembered their turkeys. But by then it was gone. In a rush, they quickly purchased a pre-made turkey instead. While Danny enjoyed the fact that they’re having a normal family dinner for once, he can’t help but feel like there’s something off about the chicken. As if it’s missing a particular tangy or zingy flavor that would’ve made it richer in flavor. ‘Must’ve been because it’s overcooked.’

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"Honey? Have you seen the new ecto-samples I placed in the basement lab fridge?" “Again Jack? This is the third time this month. Have you checked the upstairs fridge?” “I-ah was pretty sure I placed them in the correct fridge this time. Must be some no-good thievin’ ghost.” “I’ll set up the ecto-anti-theft, that’ll get ‘em good! No ghost can escape Jack Fenton for long!”

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*Intruder Alert* *Intruder Alert*

Red lights peppered with robotic voice and alarm noises lurched Maddie into full alert mode. She quickly took stock of her surroundings and tried to wake Jack up. But Jack had his earplugs on and continued to snore blissfully. A loud knock on the door caught her attention. “What’s going on mom?” Jazz’s voice floated through the door. Maddie quickly rose to open the bedroom door, swiftly pulled Jazz in and locked the door. “Jazz dear, try to wake your dad up. I’ll go check on the intruder.” Maddie strode quietly to the door then paused, “Have you checked on Danny?” Jazz bit her lips and looked away for a moment “-ah yeah! Danny’s snoring so loud he can’t hear the alarm.” Maddie twisted the doorknob but paused, hesitating. “He’s fine mom.” Jazz reassures her. “If Danny wakes up, he’ll come here first. I’ll let him know what’s going on.”

The alarm rang loudly in her ears as she walked down the stairs to the basement lab, its loud ringing noise effectively covering up the sound of her footsteps. Reaching the basement floor, Maddie quickly crept over to hide behind the shelf on her left, eyes scanning the lab for the intruder.

The glass jars clinked as a shadow moved about the fridge. A very familiar shadow. That didn’t glow. Maddie turned on the lab lights. “Danny?” she started, carefully walking over to face him, her eyes still scanning him to check if he’s really her Danny. The faint, barely noticeable scar on his eyebrow from his attempt to fly off the tree when he was five is there confirming his identity.

“What are you doing down here-?” Maddie noticed the glowing jar in his hand, “and what exactly are you doing?” Danny hazily stared at her; eyes half-lidded. Maddie snapped her fingers to get his attention. Danny didn’t blink. “He's still not awake, Danny come on wake up!”, she shook his shoulders. “Huh? Wuzzat?” Danny groggily woke up. He blinked in confusion.

Finally aware of his surroundings, Danny looked down at his right hand that still held the glowing sample. “Aah!” Danny yelped dropping the sample, then realizing he dropped the sample, tries to catch the jar, fumbling clumsily. Maddie would’ve laughed if it was anywhere else but in this situation. “Danny, do you remember what you were doing?”

“I was doing my homework and was craving for a good cheeseburger?”

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“And the half-opened jar of ectoplasm?”

“Pickles?”

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“Dude are you for real? That was priceless!” Tucker crowed with laughter. Sam leaned away from Tucker to avoid the meat spittle, “Urgh! Gross Tucker! Swallow it before you speak!”

Danny grumbled into his glass of milkshake, “’s not funny Tuck. you didn't see her face. She was about ready to scan me for signs of ecto-possession. Good thing my lie about craving cheeseburger and opening the wrong fridge worked. Otherwise I’d be in big trouble if she scanned me now with my latest ecto-reading. Anyways I'm banned from the lab now.” Danny bit into his burger.

“So what really happened there dude? Did you seriously sleepwalk into the basement lab?”

“I think so? I don’t really remember anything before Mom found me in the lab. Only that I was feeling a bit hungry.”

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The ghosts stopped coming. Everyone in Amity held their breath when there were no ghost attacks for two weeks straight, then a month. Then two months, three. No ghosts. They let out their collective breath. It might be too soon to hope but for now they will enjoy their ghost-free, perfectly ordinary life. It feels a bit strange to not have ghost related interruptions as part of their daily routine but they didn’t miss the ghost-related reconstruction expenses. The local insurance company employees received a nice bonus for the ghost-free month.

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By the time March rolled in, Danny is restless. “Guys, there's definitely something big going on.”, he waved his hands for emphasis. “The Fenton portal is still open yet no ghost came through? Not even Boxy since the North District warehouse thing last month. There’s definitely something big going on. I've been taking the ghost-free break for granted for a while now and it helped save my grades but this is too big to ignore.”

“Dude, maybe it’s because you’re much more powerful now? Your latest reading last week is 8.2. None of the ghosts we’ve met so far is above 6 except for Vlad and the Ghost King.” Tucker suggested.

“You might have a point there, Tucker. We haven’t seen any of the ghosts bothering Vlad so far and he’s definitely higher than 6.” Sam added.

Danny frowned, “Maybe you’re right but I just have this nagging feeling that that’s not quite it.”

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Danny entered the Zone with little fanfare. The area around the Fenton portal looked normal enough, the usual rocks and clouds of debris are still floating around in their usual areas. Danny aimlessly passed through the nooks and crannies, ducking under the endless spiral staircase, not entirely sure of what to look for. The Zone felt a bit quiet today but Danny haven’t been to the Zone that frequently to be certain about it.

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The Ghost Zone, while still filled with random bits of odds and ends felt empty somehow. It wasn't until he sighted Skulker that he realized he hasn't seen any of the tiny blog ghosts nor the occasional passerby ghosts through his trip.

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Luckily or unluckily, Danny quickly spotted someone he knew in the distance. As if called, Skulker turned his head towards Danny, then veered sharply to the left and flew fast in Danny's opposite direction, a first for the self-proclaimed hunter to not hunt his favorite prey. ‘Something's not right and Skulker definitely knows something.’ Danny thought.

Danny quickly chased after him; Skulker could never beat Danny at speed chase even at his best, and he won't be winning today's unplanned race either. “Hey Skulker! What’s going on?” Danny yelled over the gap between them but Skulker gave no reply, diving down deep into the reddish forest ravines of the island below. Not to be deterred, Danny did a quick aerial flip, adjusting his flight angle to follow down Skulker’s path. Danny soon caught up to Skulker and launched him into a nearby rock with sticky ectoplasm to hold him still long enough to talk. Skulker ejected from his metal suit but Danny was faster and caught the real ghost before he can escape.

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(Why is Skulker fleeing?)

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"Hey Skulker, not hunting me for once?" Danny asked teasingly.

Skulker paled (Danny never knew ghosts can turn pale) and squirmed even more. Danny's smile dropped.

"What’s going on Skulker?" he asked worriedly. “None of the ghosts have appeared in the human world and the Zone looks empty somehow”

Skulker squirmed a bit more but realizing he’s stuck finally said, “Ghost Child, haven’t you ever wondered why the Infinite Realms is never overcrowded?”

Danny frowned, puzzled as to where this leads to. “How is this related to this situation?” Skulker stared at Danny stunned.

“What?” Danny asked, suddenly self-conscious, “-was there something I was supposed to know about?”

Skulker sighed, unconsciously loosening a bit of his tension, “You’re so young. So very young. We Ghosts don’t fade as fast as Newcomers arrive from your world. In the Realms, there's a natural system that keeps the population under control. An ecosystem. There's predator and there's prey. And then there's the Apex Predator. There's a reason why Dark was feared. It wasn't just for his harsh rule. It was because he was the Apex Predator.”

Danny struck at the odd wording, "’Was’? Was that because he got sealed?” Danny paused, “But wait- if he's sealed, he would still be the Apex predator. So how-? Wait. Did I?"

Skulker nodded, "Good you're catching on fast. By defeating Pariah Dark, you have proven to the Realms that you're the best candidate for the Apex Predator. And with the new status comes sets of conducts, one your body instincts know well. You've been culling down the uncontrolled excess from Pariah Dark's sleep quite fast. Your hunger would settle down soon of course once balance has been re-established in the Realms."

“But- How- Wait- What-?” Danny looked down at his hand “Hey Skulker--!” but his hand is bare.

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Danny’s lips tasted oddly tangy, energized.  

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(Skulker might've slipped out of Danny's slack hand while Danny is in shock. Danny might've bit his lips hard enough to bleed. It's not that hard with his new fangs. But this is just speculation...)

[a-is-for-abel]

"“I’m moving.” He froze, glancing up at his friend. The other boy’s eyes were gleaming with suppressed sobs, breath hitching and jaw clenched. “Mom got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

Inspired by this prompt by @givethispromptatry

Sand and shells crunched under the belly of the kayak as it ran aground. With a wobble and a curse he tumbled into the water, paddle floating away from him and kayak shooting off in the opposite direction.

"Fuck."

He scrambled to collect both, tossing the paddle up onto the beach and grabbing the handle at the bow of the kayak to tow it onto shore.

"You're late."

He rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to see Warren in all his cut-offs and sandals glory. "And you're early."

Warren crossed his arms. "I'm literally the most on time, dude."

"Whatever, just-- Help me grab the stuff."

He popped open the watertight chamber in front of the seat and reached into the belly of the kayak, all while Warren struggled to pull the backpack out from under the cage of bungee cords at the front.

"Just unhook them, dude," he said, his cellphone and two unopened cream sodas finally in hand.

"Don't tell me how to do it."

"It's not going to--"

"Shit!" Warren yelped, recoiling and clutching his hand.

"Told you."

Warren flicked him off, but turned to do what he said anyway.

"Come on, suns gonna start setting soon." He grabbed his backpack from Warren and stuffed the drinks and his phone inside.

"What? Afraid of some gators?"

"No," he said. "Rather a gator than my dad."

Warren grimaced. "He still got you on that curfew?"

"Yup."

He picked his way through the mangrove thicket that cut the beach off from the rest of the spoil island. The roots of the black mangroves jutted up like fingers through the sand and the stilts of the red mangroves tried their best to snag his feet as he ducked under the sprawling web of an orb weaver hidden in their midst. Thankfully, it cleared out past the initial wall of foliage, becoming more barren with only the occasional thicket.

He remembered when his dad had led them through here the first time and explained that the mangroves kept the spoil islands standing. That when hurricanes and storms threatened to wash them away, their roots would act like a little army, keeping off any barrage and harboring whatever took up shelter under them.

He frowned. His dad and him hadn't come out here since--

"Fuck, fuck, fu--" Warren sputtered behind him, high-pitched.

"Web?" he asked, glancing back to see Warren flinching away from a tree.

"Yeah, fuck--" Warren brushed his arms off frantically and patted at his hair. "Fucking spiders all over the fucking place, man. They call it Mosquito Lagoon, but it really should be spider god damn la-- Fuck!"

"Nice one, ‘spider god damn la-fuck’ really has a special sort of ring to it."

Warren shot him a glare and dusted off his shoulders and the front of his shirt with quick flicks. "You owe me for psychological damages..."

"Come on, we used to come out here all the time."

"When I was like ten! And with your dad!" Warren cowered away from another web that sprawled from a lone tree. "And I didn't have as much free real estate for a spider to like, you know-- Crawl all over me or whatever."

"Free real estate?"

"Yeah, you know the whole--" Warren gestured vaguely. "The meme."

"God, please stop," he groaned. "That shits like, what, twenty-seventeen? That's like ancient history, man."

"It's a classic."

"Sure," he muttered. "A classic."

"Whatever, man, you're just not cultured."

He scoffed. "That's definitely it."

The other end of the island unfolded into a drop-off, all coquina and shells packed tightly together and built up into a mound that cut off abruptly into nothing. It was the highest point of the island-- of most of the spoils out here honestly-- even though it's small cliff had been eaten away and eroded over time, shrinking and shifting as the island shrank with the waves.

Dropping his backpack, he sat and dangled his legs over the edge, shoes knocking back against the coquina with a scratchy rasp. Warren plopped down beside him, keeping his legs folded and away from the plunge. Not that it was much of a sheer cliff. Only about eight feet down at the most, but enough that it felt like a lot. Compared to the average of three feet below sea level for the rest of the mainland; eight feet felt pretty fucking huge.

The tide lapped at the base of the island, the water hissing and coiling, writhing and alive where it squirmed through the holes bored through the coquina face and back out with a soft crackle. Crabs, tiny and mottled, darted in and around the rocks and he could see finger mullet, their scales flashing as they turned and twisted with the waves.

"You tied up your kayak, right?" Warren asked.

"Naw, but it should be fine. I pulled it up pretty far."

"I'm not sharing if you get stuck out here."

He frowned, shooting Warren his best puppy dog eyes. "You'd leave me out here?"

"Yes."

He chuckled. "Fair."

Seagulls drifted in lazy circles far overhead, the occasional cry working its way down to them as the birds banked with the wind, following the gusts up to where they could catch a glimpse of a meal beneath the water. One wheeled down in a sudden arc, wings folded close to its side as it plummeted, beak first, into the water with a snap and then back out with a spray.

"Man, tough luck..." Warren said. "Hate whenever they miss. Makes me feel kinda bad."

"They're just gonna go do what the rest do and steal some fries at the jetty once they realize it's easier than doing this."

"Yeah, but it's like-- I don't know, man. Just wish he'd get a win."

"You don't even know him!"

"I feel like we have a connection." Warren pointed at where the seagull had gone back to patrolling the waters. "Me and seagull number one thousand and three, we're like this--" He crossed his fingers.

"Shut up," he snorted.

They watched the seagull try again and fail.

Warren started up a running commentary after the third attempt, cupping a hand over his mouth to imitate the slight grain of a sports announcer's microphone as he dramatized the whole thing. When the seagull finally managed to snag a fish Warren cheered, arms thrown up in a touchdown motion that he copied with a grin.

"Hell yeah, dude!" Warren high-fived him.

"Where's all that enthusiasm for when you're at my games?" he asked.

"Come on, dude, you know I always cheer the loudest. You're just too far out on the field to hear me."

"I'm sure that's what it is."

"Whatever, man-- What'd you bring anyway?" Warren grabbed his backpack and began rummaging through it. "Oh shit! Gummy bears, dude! And the good kind, hell yeah!"

"Yeah, grabbed them before I came here. That's why I was late, idiot."

Warren tore open the package. "Crimes forgiven, man. This is worth it."

"Give me that--" He pulled his backpack out of Warren's lap. "I also got some soda, but I guess all you care about is your precious little bears."

"Naw, naw-- Hand that over."

"Rude much?"

"What? You want me to kiss you on the lips for it first, bro?"

He laughed. "Now, that would be the polite thing to do."

Warren puckered his lips at him and then snatched the soda. "Fuck off."

"Not even a little kiss?" he teased.

"You dragged me out to spider-fuck-nowhere, while it's ass fucking hot out and where it smells like rotting fish taint-- Just to watch the fucking sunset, when we could have sat on my roof and done the exact same thing-- You expect a kiss for that?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. Bro code."

Warren snorted. "Hand me a bottle opener, dip shit."

He popped open his own bottle and passed it over to Warren, who struggled for a moment before finally getting it with a triumphant 'whoop'. The mixture of saccharine flavored soda and the slight rotting stench of algae, and whatever else the lagoon had to offer, wasn't exactly pleasant, but it wasn't terrible. It was familiar.

It was homely in it's off kilter sort of way.

"So, why'd you bring me out here anyways?" Warren asked.

He sighed and kicked his heel back against the coquina. "I’m moving.”

Warren sucked in sharply and he glanced over at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the water below his feet. "Dad got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

"Dude…"

"I didn't know how to tell you. I just--"

"Is that why you decided it'd be a good idea to sneak out and go to that dumb party with me?" Warren asked, frowning.

"I figured it would be one of the last chances I had to do something fun, you know. Here. Before I just-- Leave all this shit forever. I mean, we're moving to fucking Ohio, man. Where the fuck am I gonna find a party on an island out there?"

"Right…"

"And look, fuck my dad--"

"Jake--"

"No, fuck him-- He didn't even--" he huffed. "Things were looking up, man. Varsity lacrosse in sophomore year, that's huge, dude. And I wasn't just the fucking loser kid in the back of class anymore and he just--"

"Works rough here, dude..." Warren cut him off, sighing. "Space programs taking a shit. Whole island's taking a shit, really. Plenty of people left the first time NASA tanked, remember? It's just… it happens, man."

"So, you're just fine with it then?" he asked, brows furrowing. "We're never going-- I'm never going to see you again and you're just okay with that?"

"It's not forever!" Warren said, throwing out his hands. "There's planes, man! It's the twenty first fucking century. We got phones, dude. We'll stay in touch."

He grit his teeth and looked down.

"Jake, bro. C'mon-- Look at me."

He met Warren's eyes.

"It's gonna be okay, dude." Warren said, smile wide, and he could see the little falter at the edges, but he didn't call him on it. "Look--" Warren held up his bottle. "We'll cheers on it."

"Cheers on what?"

"To staying in touch, to meeting up in the future. To staying friends and all that, I don't know."

"To you finally getting a boyfriend?"

"Actually, you know what, I'm not going to miss you at all."

"Come on--" he grinned, nudging Warren with his shoulder. "You'll miss me."

"Yeah," Warren chuckled, looking down with a small smile. "I will..."

His fingers tightened around the glass bottle in his hand, bottom lip threatening to worry between his teeth. "Look, let's do your dumb cheers thing before it gets too sentimental or whatever."

Warren sighed, seeming to shake himself off before raising his soda bottle above his head and towards the slowly setting sun. "To us."

"To us?" He wrinkled his nose. "Isn't that kinda cheesy?"

"Just shut up and do it."

"Fine..." he grumbled with a grin, raising his bottle to clink against Warren's. "To us."

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//photo credit// me and my phone c. 2020 //

[bbugyu]

for you + yoon jeonghan

everyone in his life described you as his weakness, and he couldn’t even argue.

part one | part two

wc.10234 (LMAO) | fluff, smut, humor, etl/uni!au, ~new relationship stuff~, gender neutral pronouns for reader (but they have a pussy sorry), vague softdom/brattysub dynamics (guess who’s who!), there are - count em - 4 different sex scenes, more bff!gyu, filth, language, you know the drill, reader gets a lil tender, so does han, *sniffles* they just suit each other so well, please use condoms

this is where i admit that i wrote 20k of enemies to lovers garbage all based off a single line in falling for u, where they say they meant to drink a coffee with you but they accidentally chugged it bc theyre nervous. yup! all this mess for that one line! this is incredibly self indulgent and i apologize but also i don't because i needed this

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visual culture was your new favorite class.

while there was absolutely no trouble making time to spend with jeonghan, your previous meditation time served as an allocated two hours every week where you could just sit and mess around with the boy you had growing affections for. the two of you would chat in hushed tones as the professor lectured, jeonghan’s fingertips tracing invisible patterns on your thigh as you diligently untangled his headphone cord for him, his thumb nails having been chewed too short to do it himself. he would bring you coffee on thursdays, when it was his only class of the day but your third and last. the caffeine was a well accepted afternoon pickmeup, and he never let you go after class without taking you out for lunch somewhere, claiming to be celebrating the end of your school day. then you might as well just come over to his apartment, he’d tell you. his place was closer than yours, he’d explain, swinging your hand in his. you didn’t wanna say goodbye yet, did you? afterall, the night’s still young, he’d tease, luring you with the promise of kisses between droopy eyed smiles.

jeonghan had become the complete opposite of your initial impression. he was sweet to you, genuinely, and if you liked him any less, you would say he was obsessed. you do say that, occasionally, when you’re hanging out with your friends and he texts you some purposefully cheesy line knowing it would make you roll your eyes, forcing you to mention him to your questioning friends, but you never truly meant it. you’d be a liar if you said every eye roll wasn’t just to cover up the faint feeling of butterflies in your gut. he always knew exactly how to make you want to see him, and you never hesitated to tell him when you did.

on one such day, when you had told him that if you went home you would need him to drive you into the woods and help you dig your roommate a clandestine grave, he stopped by your friend’s apartment after a shift, waiting dutifully by the door with his shoes still on and his hands shoved into his jean pockets as you searched the kitchen counter for your keys.

“serious, mingyu, what did you do with them? i know i left them next to the toaster.”

“i used your bottle opener, but i swear i put them on the coffee table,” he said, pushing back his hair as he looked around the small living room.

jeonghan watched you and mingyu tear apart the couch, trying to ignore the roommate that was leaning against the wall, eyeing him.

“where do you live?”

jeonghan blinked and looked at him. “uh, my apartment’s a couple streets over and a few-”

“roommates?” minghao watched as the older straightened his spine involuntarily, arms folded across his chest as he appraised his friend’s new chew toy.

“yeah, three,” he responded. minghao kept eyeing him. he fidgeted under the gaze, then coughed to clear his throat. for some reason unknown to even him, he said “they’re good people,” as though he was seeking some kind of approval.

minghao nodded slowly. “they act tough but they’re not. if you break their heart, i’ll break you.”

“what?”

“y/n,” he said, causing you to perk your head up from across the room while simultaneously clarifying. he lifted his hand and jangled your keys, holding them by the novelty hulk fist bottle opener. “found ‘em.”

“jesus christ, myungho, you had them the whole time?” you exhaled sharply, shoving a couch cushion back where it was meant to be. “don’t be a prick.”

you snagged the keys from him and shoved your feet into your shoes, taking the bag that jeonghan was holding for you.

“wo ai ni.”

you batted at minghao’s arm. “yeah, whatever. love you, too. see you guys later?”

mingyu threw up a peace sign from the couch, where he had promptly laid himself out after the search for keys had ceased, and minghao smiled as he waved you off and closed the door behind you.

you asked how work was, and jeonghan sighed, describing it shortly as work, but said he was glad it was over so that he could spend some time with you.

you giggled, knocking shoulders and slyly lacing your fingers between his. “cheesy.”

he gave you your favorite sideways smile, though he didn’t know it was your favorite, and you, again, ignored the flitting in your stomach that he always seemed to cause. “so, uh… myungho…”

you exhaled. “what did he say to you?”

“nothing, really,” he said quickly, knowing you would get mad at your friend if he told you the full truth. “i was just kind of curious if you two had ever, y'know…”

you looked at jeonghan. “you’re not jealous, are you?”

he looked back. “i don’t have reason to be, do i?”

“of course not,” you said, pulling your bag up on your shoulder. “i’ve kissed hao once, on a drunk dare, and we both agreed to never try it again. he’s like a brother.”

jeonghan nodded, thinking about the protective stance the tall lean man had taken when he tried (and maybe succeeded, though jeonghan would never admit it) to intimidate him. no matter the vibe he got, he trusted you, and he understood the intent - however, you made him want to do everything in his power to keep you happy, so he didn’t think this myungho character had much to worry about.

“oh my god, hannie,” you gripped his hand tighter, your other hand clutching his elbow. “look at that dog.”

he laughed and followed your gaze across the street to the pom that was nose up, walking beside its owner. “cute.”

“isn’t it?” you sighed. “god, i want a dog. i hate living in a dorm. i hate my roommate.”

“move out, then.”

“and go where? back to my parents’ place?”

he rolled his eyes. “into the apartment you practically live at anyways.”

“dumb, dumber, and dumbest?” you scoffed. “i would kill all three of them in under a week.”

jeonghan wondered which was which, then pushed the temptation to mention his idea of you living with him out of his brain. “sounds like you’re shit outta luck.”

you sighed, craning your neck to steal a look at the dog again. “i guess you’ll just have to get a dog for me.”

he smiled back, eyes lingering on your face even after your gaze went back to the scenery. “i have a question.”

you blinked at him. “yes?”

he watched a cloud for a second. “what do you call me?”

“hannie.”

he laughed. “i mean to your friends.”

you eyed him sideways. “are you trying to trick me into calling you my boyfriend?”

he eyed you back, a smile teasing his lips. “are you admitting that you call me your boyfriend?”

“what do you call me to your friends, then?”

“y/n.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met.”

“woooow,” he went, sighing and pulling his hand from yours to shove it in his pocket. “here i was thinking we were in a healthy, mutually respectful relationship.”

you giggled, tugging on his arm. “oh, shut up. we are. you call me by my name, and i call you by yours. that’s as mutually respectful as we can get.”

jeonghan rolled his eyes, but allowed you to pull his hand out of his pocket and put your fingers between his again. he had never been the type to hold hands in public, but with you it felt right. “whatever. it’s only been a month. i’ll break you eventually.”

you exhaled. “if you want me to tell people you’re my boyfriend, you just have to ask.”

“why would i want that?”

you pouted. “i dunno, i thought maybe you liked me or something.”

he squeezed your hand. “don’t flatter yourself.”

you laughed, forcing a smile onto jeonghan’s face, and he didn’t stop you when you changed the subject to the fact that mingyu had informed you that a dissected sheep brain looks a little too close to ssamgyeopsal for comfort.

one day, he told you that he thought you’d be different, back before you started dating. you were gentler than he imagined, despite your continued quick wit and sharp tongue. sweeter.

“i dunno,” he said, leaning back against the couch with your head in his lap. “in my head you would just be mean all the time.”

you didn’t take it as an insult. “the version of me you created in your head is no responsibility of mine.”

jeonghan thought you were beyond incredible. while his original judgement of you being rude, pretentious, and, well, mean hadn’t necessarily been wrong, he had found you to also be incredibly caring, thoughtful, and maybe the funniest person he had ever met. you would sigh about how broke you were that week, how you were sick of eating cup noodles, but you wouldn’t hesitate to spend the last of your budget on soju and kimbap for your friends on your walk to their apartment. you always picked up on his subtle mood changes - when he would press his hands to his temples as he tried to process his literature homework, your hand would sneak onto his thigh and squeeze his knee to remind him to let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, despite your eyes never leaving your own textbook. he swore he never saw jihoon laugh as hard as he did when you and mingyu went off on one of your stupid arguments that only best friends could have, especially after you called mingyu a “grey’s anatomy-worthy harassment claim waiting to happen.”

“seriously, why am i friends with you?” mingyu grabbed his drink from your hand and glared at you when he noticed how much lighter it was (you had said you didn’t want one but definitely stole more than one sip). “can anyone else stand this bitch?”

“i like them,” jeonghan said matter of factly, his chin in his hand and elbow on the table as he stared at you fondly. 

mingyu rolled his eyes. “you don’t count, evil twin.”

jihoon had his back on the floor, hands on his face, still trying to recover from your grey’s anatomy joke, and mingyu’s twin comment only set him off again. you giggled as you watch him roll onto his side, and briefly looked around this new grouping you found yourself in, sat around the low table covered in takeout in jeonghan’s living room. “how come you call me every day, then, dr. hate-my-guts?”

“free therapy,” he said, not missing a beat as he shoved a massive spoonful of rice and meat into his mouth. jihoon coughed, and mingyu narrowly avoided laughing as he chewed.

“i don’t buy it,” jeonghan said, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on the other. he watched you steal from his plate. “i think you like y/n the same reason i do. they’re the first person that didn’t tell you what you wanted to hear just because you’re good looking.”

mingyu kept chewing as he stared at jeonghan, his almost tired gaze going to you before he spoke. “you guys are really made for each other, huh?”

you didn’t think it before, but everyone kept telling you two that, and it definitely served as a pretty good ego boost for the existing confidence in your newfound relationship. you, of course, enjoyed jeonghan’s company even more without the validating eye rolls and gagging noises from friends whenever one of you made some praising comment about the other. you thought he was funny when he was making scathing jokes at his friends’ expense, but you thought he was absolutely hilarious when he was muttering every stupid thought that popped into his head with the specific intention of making you laugh too loud as you laid with him in your bed, his hand rubbing your back, overly aware of the fact that your roommate was trying to study at their desk as you planted your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

as more time passed, jeonghan found it increasingly annoying that you both shared bedrooms with other people, considering how easily you could tease him into a bothered red-eared state with just your words. times that the two of you had gotten yelled at by whoever had to witness to get a damn room, or whispers between drinks that turned into standing too closely at parties, catching each others lips teasingly. disappearing into a bedroom only to be interrupted before anything can happen by some combination of party-goers and friends that somehow always managed to ruin the mood for one or both of you in an extremely targeted way. you had managed to help each other get off, of course, and he loved the look of you sinking to your knees in a bathroom stall, gaze catching his while you unbuckled his belt, or the way you squirmed against him, stuck between a closet door and his hard place, your breath hitching as he dug his fingers deeper into you. both activities were satisfying in their own right, but it would never be enough for him.

then there was that frustrating time jihoon had walked in, catching you with your hand down jeonghan’s pants, and he would never forgive you for the way you hesitated to loosen your grip on him despite the interruption. those few seconds of sheer terror he had felt, making direct eye contact with his roommate with his dick hard and in a hand that wasn’t his, the only thing stopping you from continuing being his annoyed “can you let go, now?" 

he had decided to get back at you, and he got the opportunity a week later, when he had woken up behind you in your bed with your laptop asking if you were still watching and your roommate sleeping only a meter or so away. his lips ghosting across your neck, rousing you from your shallow sleep just to find his hand gently squeezing your hip, running over your mound until you were begging him to slip it under your pajama shorts. he had to put his free hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as you melted under his touch, your toes curling against his shins as the string in you snapped, and you punched his chest when you finally rolled over and caught your breath for getting you so needy when you weren’t alone. he just giggled and looked at you, half lidded, then kissed you like he hadn’t just been muttering voyeuristic filth in your ear.

jihoon was going home for the weekend, and the second jeonghan had found out, he told you you weren’t allowed to make any plans and swapped his saturday shift with a coworker. you had laughed in his face when he told you he intended to keep you in bed the entire weekend, but part of you had been waiting just as much as he had.

on friday night, when the two of you were sitting on the couch watching some documentary that you could barely pay attention to, seungcheol asked again if you guys wanted to go to the bar with him and soonyoung.

"cheol, i swear to god,” jeonghan said, the arm over your shoulder stiffening as he pointed at his roommate. “if you ask one more time, we’re gonna fuck in your bed, and it will be messy.”

seungcheol groaned in disgust as you laughed. “fuck you, jeonghan. i was giving them an out.”

“sorry,” you said, your head leaning back against the arm. “i’ll try to get him to wash the sheets, but no promises.”

“you guys are so fucking gross,” seungcheol said, snatching his wallet off the counter and shoving it in his pocket as soonyoung came out from the bathroom. “we’re leaving before they jump each other. do you have everything? if you forgot something, we’re not coming back,” he said, pointing. “i’m not risking it.”

soonyoung patted all his pockets, nodded, then smiled and waved at you. “see you guys! use protection!”

“don’t take the sixth shot,” you warned, smiling and waving back. soonyoung laughed as he got shoved out the door by his roommate, and when it shut behind him, you felt a chill run up your spine for no good reason.

“we should probably wait a minute,” you said, turning back to jeonghan, who was already leaning into you and letting his gaze flicker unapologetically between your eyes and lips.

“or, and this is just a suggestion, we can decide that we’ve waited long enough and that if they come back after all of that they deserve to see whatever they see,” he pitched, his fingers already brushing against your jaw.

you blinked at him from only a breath away, his honeyed eyes putting a sweet taste in your mouth. you swallowed, your stomach feeling light suddenly. “or that.”

his lips were on yours as soon as the words left them, and your hand rose to grip the front of his shirt - one of the many plain shirts that seemed to rotate around the household. you fidgeted for a second, before deciding you were impatient and pulling away from him only to swing a leg over his and straddle his lap. he grinned at you, hands landing on your thighs, lips excitedly welcoming back yours.

you really enjoyed kissing jeonghan. he always started soft, gentle, with light caresses and reassurances of how beautiful he thought you were. though you never catch him applying any, you know he has a peach flavored lip balm hiding somewhere in his daily routine, and you tasted it on him as you dove a little deeper into him, his hands squeezing at your waist as your tongue dipped past his lips. 

jeonghan also really enjoyed kissing you, which was both good and bad for him. good, of course, because you could happily trap him in liplock for hours, and he never got bored of your soft sighs and adoring touches and wanton noises. bad, though, because his enjoyment becomes incredibly obvious embarrassingly fast, and he wished he could wipe the smirk off your face as soon as you noticed, but he always found himself completely powerless against you when you decided there was something you wanted.

and so, jeonghan’s eyes flicked over your chest as you pulled off your shirt, tossing it to the side as you stood and spun around, planting your hands on his knees and spreading his thighs as you sat back directly on his already straining bulge.

“holy fuck,” he managed, fingers running over the soft fabric of your gray sweatpants before kneading at your ass. you wiggled against his grip before grinding down against him, satisfied by the reaction, loving how clearly you could feel him and the way he sucked in a breath. you made no effort to stifle the noise caused by feeling him against your already dampening core, even through far too many layers. he whipped of his shirt quickly, his hands running up your back, twisting over your waist and pulling your back against his chest. you felt his lips start at your shoulder, then a hand on your chest, then the other snaking down your stomach.

you chuckled lightly. “can’t take a lapdance?”

“from you?” his lips landed behind your ear. “absolutely not. you’ll make me cum, and i have other things i’d like to try first.”

you sighed, rolling your hips as deliberate fingers moved from your stomach to inner thigh. “ever the poet.”

he smirked against your neck. “try it again later. right now, you’re making me insane.”

“mm,” you agreed. “i’ll keep that bookmarked, then.”

“god, how are you this hot?” jeonghan almost laughed. “you’re so annoying, why are you so good at teasing me like this?”

you smirked as his hand ghosted over your core. “yoon jeonghan, you make it incredibly fun to tease you.”

“i refuse to believe that it’s my fault you’re this sexy,” he said, drinking in the way your head dropped to his shoulder and a moan fell from your lips as he ran a finger up your slit. even through fabric, he felt the arousal gathering at your core, making his cock jump against your ass. you smiled, a hand snaking against his scalp, tugging gently at the hair at the base of his skull as he bumped over your clit, his reactionary groan matching yours.

“baby,” you whispered, your breath hot against jeonghan’s lips. “please.”

he licked his lips, tongue almost brushing yours in the process, using his hand on your waist to grind himself against you. “please what, darling?”

“fingers, jeonghan,” you whimpered, arching your back against his chest slightly in hopes to get friction against him, but he stopped his grinding as you did. you huffed. “please, i need you.”

he nudged at your jaw, making you roll your head as he planted his lips on your neck. his fingers undid the drawstring of your sweats to comfortably push under the fabric, and he let out a sigh as he didn’t find another layer.

“you’re evil.”

you giggled, gasping as his fingers quickly ran through your wetness. “and it turns you on.”

you let out a prolonged moan as he pushed his middle finger into you easily, sucking the base of your neck between his teeth. you gripped him, nails surely leaving crescents against his neck as he groaned about how absurdly wet you were, and you said something about how he was in no position to tease when you could feel every time his dick throbbed against you. he asked if you were dirty enough to admit how long you hadn’t been wearing underwear, and he watched you lick your lips before you told him all day. he smirked when you brought your lips to his, moaning against him as he pushed a second finger into you.

his fingers curled deliciously against pressure points, making you gasp as you tightened around them. jeonghan watched your heavy eyelids as you tried to focus on him, he watched your chest rise and fall as it flushed. he brought his free hand up to pinch your already puckered nipple, your temple landing on his cheek in an attempt to hold yourself together.

“i can tell you’re close,” he teased, and you only whined in response, eyes squeezing shut as his palm rubbed at your clit with the gentle movement of his fingers curling in you. “are you gonna cum on my hand, darling?”

you nodded hurriedly, your fingers curling in his hair, then opened your eyes to find his. he smiled at you, which only made you feel as though your world was crumbling. your back arched against his chest again as you came, and he held you by your core as you squeezed at his fingers, lips leaving repeated kisses across your cheek and neck.

despite the orgasm, you couldn’t help but continue to grind down against jeonghan’s hand, and he indulged your neediness by pumping them into you again before slipping his fingers out of you and pushing you forwards. “wallet.”

you groaned, pushing your ass back against him, smiling at the way his hand tensed on your side. “no please?”

he stared at where you were rubbing against his length. “i’m either cumming in a condom or your ass. your choice.”

he gave you a smug look when you turned your head to giggle at him, but his face almost completely dropped when he realized you were considering it.

“okay,” you said. “condom. this time.”

jeonghan’s cock flinched against you again, to which you responded with a wiggle before pushing off him and walking to the kitchen to retrieve a foil packet from his wallet, leaving him staring after you dumbly. when you turned around to walk back towards him, he had shoved his pants over his knees, leaning back heavily as he stroked himself using the hand you had so graciously wet for him. you gulped involuntarily, suddenly aware of how much saliva was gathering around your tongue as you tore open the condom.

he watched you kneel between his knees, his hand stilling at the base of his cock as you lapped a wet line up the underside of it, tongue swirling over his head. he tasted like you, and you had to swallow again before you rolled the condom onto him. you stood, turning your back to him as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your sweats and leaned over slightly as you pushed the fabric over your ass. jeonghan’s hand tightened around himself involuntarily, his other going to feel you. squeeze your hip, pinch at the soft flesh. guide you down onto him as you braced yourself on his knee. you pulled at the underside of your thigh, spreading yourself wider as you sat back onto him, sighing as he stretched you out.

“fuck,” he choked out, both hands gripping at your waist to stop you from sinking more. “shit, you feel really good.”

you whined, rolling your hips back in need. “i’ll feel even better if you let me sit.”

he chuckled. “why do you think i stopped you?”

you looked over your shoulder. “two pump chump?”

jeonghan pulled you down onto him harshly, forcing a squeal out of you as you curled over yourself. it had been a long time since anything had been this deep, and you could already feel your release building with one touch of his head to your spot. “shut up.”

“shutting up,” you muttered, voice almost cracking when he held you still and rutted up into you. 

“god, i can’t believe it took us this long,” he said, steadying you with his grip so you could roll your hips on his lap. “to get me in you.”

“m-maybe if your roommate ever went to cl-lass,” you stuttered, beyond pleased that you could finally relieve this frustration as you slowly bounced on his lap. “f-fuck, you feel better than i imagined.”

you could hear the grin on his face when he spoke again, running his fingers up your side. “have i been fucking you in your dreams, baby?”

“well, you sure - mf! - haven’t been fuh-hucking me in real li-” your sentence getting cut off by a whiney moan when his hips bumped up to meet yours. “god, fuck, jeonghan!”

he pulled himself off the couch, pressing his chest against your back. he pushed up into you, almost desperately, his teeth running across your shoulder as much as his lips did. you gasped, leaning back into him, spreading your legs until your knees hooked on the outside of his, his unrelenting fingers finding your clit, just to make you beg as he pumped in and out of you.

“please what, baby?” he asked sweetly, despite the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and the way his eyebrows knit together.

“p-please, can i cum again?”

jeonghan groaned, almost taken aback by your complete switch in attitude. while he knew you liked it when he tried to take control, he had never seen you go down without a fight. “who knew all you needed to stop being such a brat was my cock?”

“p-please, h-hannie…” you whimpered, and he could feel your walls constricting around him. “please, i wanna cum.”

desperation became obvious in his own hips, just by taking in your face. he had gone into this with every intention of milking you of everything you had, but he was man enough to admit that your begging made him too close to cumming to stop. “get my dick wet, darling.”

your mouth gaped in a silent cry as you crumpled into his chest, your legs twitching inwards as he moved his hands to your hips and continued thrusting up into you, your walls squeezing him tight until he let out a low groan, slowing his movement until he eventually stilled completely.

the two of you stayed there, a sweaty, entangled mess on the couch, both just trying to catch your breath.

“fuck,” you said finally, and jeonghan thought he couldn’t have said it better himself.

after two packets of slightly overcooked ramen, a conversation about how leaving a used condom on cheol’s bed would not be a funny prank, and a generous spray of febreze fabric refresher, jeonghan watched proudly as you walked with a slight unintentional wobble towards his bedroom, assuring you he’d be right there as he rinsed out your bowls in the sink.

when he did finally join you, you were laying on his bed with your phone to your ear, and he crawled up over you as you giggled into the phone, knees spreading to accommodate. “hannie’s. i told you, i’m staying here for the weekend.”

jeonghan could hear mingyu’s voice on the other end, saying something about how he thought it was next weekend for some reason and that getting laid would be good for you, but he just smiled as he kissed at your neck, your free arm settling around him comfortably.

“why are you calling this late?” you asked, looking over at jeonghan’s bedside to confirm the time. “are you guys going out?”

“yeah, of course. rockbox in an hour. you guys in?”

you tipped your head to the side as jeonghan continued his gentle kisses up your neck, hands running up under your shirt, making you sigh softly. “nah, we have plans. cheol and soonyoung are there, though.”

“okay, no worries,” mingyu said, then paused. jeonghan took the opportunity to bite just below your jaw, gently rolling his hips between your thighs to make you aware of what he was thinking. “are you busy right now, or can you talk?”

a pang of guilt ran through you as you held your breath, trying to not audibly react to the movement against you. you hadn’t been able to sit and chat with your best friend in way too long. “i’m, uh, a little busy? maybe we could get lunch tomorrow?”

jeonghan pulled back and glared at you, a stark reminder that he had asked you to not make plans, but you just put a finger to his pouting lips.

“as long as it’s after noon, i’m down.”

“okay,” you said, brushing your fingers across jeonghan’s cheek and pushing his hair behind an ear. “one? two? stew?”

“one’s good,” mingyu said, his voice sing songy. “okay, i’m gonna get ready. have fun! use protection.”

you rolled your eyes. “everyone keeps saying that.”

“yeah, because you guys are crazy and no one wants to risk it.”

after your byes, you hung up and looked at jeonghan, who was still staring at you with disdain. you sighed. “it’s just lunch.”

“i said no plans,” he reminded you, pouting. “now we have to go get lunch with mingyu when i could be fucking you stupid in my roommateless bedroom.”

“no we don’t,” you said, running your hands through his hair. “i have to get lunch with mingyu. you can do whatever you want.”

“oh, so i’m not even invited?” his eyebrows raised at you. “you do realize i switched a shift so i could spend all day with you, right?”

you giggled. “hannie, i would love to spend all day with you, but i haven’t sat and gotten lunch with mingyu in a month. i miss my best friend.”

he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “stop making sense, i’m trying to be mad at you.”

“you can still be mad,” you said, your fingers softly massaging against the back of his neck. “i like it when you think you’re punishing me.”

he groaned again, hating how you could so easily say the perfect thing to make him forget about anything else. “you’re evil.”

you giggled. “and it turns you on.”

he adjusted against you, trying to ignore his increasing arousal despite his original intentions. “sometimes, you seem like my own personal demon.”

“oh, fun,” you vocalised, brushing your fingers knowingly through the hair behind his ear, triggering a huff as you hit your favorite soft spot of his. “two demons trying to torture each other.”

he laughed as he raised his head, propping it up with a hand. “would you consider this torture?”

“maybe for normal people,” you said, sneaking a kiss onto his lips. “but we’re demons, remember? this is fun for us.”

his lips pouted, less to make a point and more because it was their comfortable, natural state after your lips leave. “i think i like you a lot.”

your face burned. it wasn’t the first time he had said something to that effect, but it made your chest feel funny nonetheless. “that’s reassuring.”

“i’m serious,” he said. “i really like you. and i don’t like people.”

you smiled softly. “i like you, too, yoon jeonghan.”

he adjusted his elbows on either side of you. “i want to be your boyfriend.”

you stared at him. “nah.”

“aye,” he cocked his head, making you laugh. “you said all i had to do was ask!”

“i’m kidding,” you said, putting your hands on either side of his face, pushing his cheeks in. “do you want to meet my parents, too?”

he looked at the wall behind his bed. “maybe that can wait.”

giggling, you pulled him into a kiss. “okay, boyfriend.”

the smile on his lips lingered as you kissed him, and he decided it was time to make sure everyone knew you were officially taken.

“you could have worn a scarf.”

you rolled your eyes, pulling the hood of the sweatshirt you stole from jeonghan’s in an attempt to hide the purple marks on your neck over your head. “it’s not my fault he tried to kill me,” you said, tugging on the drawstrings. “how was rockbox?”

“good,” mingyu said, leaning back. “weird. vernon ended up on stage.”

you almost choked on your water. “and i missed it?”

he laughed, then pulled out his phone to show you a video. “seungkwan made him do the features on a beyoncé song. he killed it, though.”

you watched the shaky vertical video of vernon on stage with a boy you knew but never really spoke to, watching in disbelief and laughing at mingyu’s hollering in the background. “wow. bey seungkwan and jay-v. that’s pretty legendary. i can’t believe i wasn’t there.”

mingyu laughed, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “how was your night? productive, obviously,” he said, gesturing to your neck.

“good,” you said reflexively, then exhaled as you looked at your best friend. “like, really good.”

“okay, spare the details, but like,” mingyu tipped his head and looked at you through his lashes. “good good?”

“mingyu, you know i would never say this lightly,” you put your hands on the table. “the best. seriously. man has a surprising amount of stamina for how much he naps.”

“damn,” he sighed and looked away from you. “y'know, that makes sense. i’ve always heard he was good in bed, and you two have some insane chemistry.”

you spotted the waiter coming, and before they were in earshot, you hurriedly said “plus his dick is huge.”

“oh, my god,” mingyu reeled back, then realized what you had done as the waiter put side dishes on your table. as soon as they left, he glared at you. “why are you like this.”

you grinned. “you were curious, though, right?”

he squinted at you. “doesn’t mean you should just offer up the info.”

“when’s the last time i slept with someone?” you asked. “like, really. it’s been, like, almost a year since i hooked up with rubin.”

his brows ruffled as he thought. “damn, is that true? has it really been that long?”

“let me brag,” you pleaded. “please? he’s so hot, i’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t let me talk about it.”

“i don’t know if i can be friends with you anymore.”

“dude, he spit in my mouth this morning.”

“oh-kay, so you’re buying lunch,” mingyu said, sitting up suddenly. “damn, this morning? have you guys just been going at it like rabbits?”

“i don’t wanna hear it,” you said, pointing at him. “you had to tell me about every guy you hooked up with during your 'hoe-liday’ last winter, you can listen to me talk about a guy i’ve been seeing for almost two months.”

“fair enough,” he laughed. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you like this.”

you groaned, sinking your head to the table. “it sucks.”

he stared at you. “oh my god, his dick made you fall in love.”

“shut up,” you said, lifting your head to land your chin on the table, curling a paper napkin over your spoon. you pouted as you tried to come up with an argument, but failed. “he’s sweet.”

“he’s mean,” mingyu corrected. “but he’s sweet to you.

"and dogs,” you defended. “and kids.”

“oh, so he’s husband material all of a sudden?”

you shrugged. “i’ve dated people much less likeable than yoon jeonghan.”

mingyu sighed, eating some kimchi. “that’s true. we both have.”

“yeah, so stop making fun of me, asshole,” your eyebrows creased as you leaned back and crossed your arms. “try being happy for me for a change. didn’t you want this all along? trying to get me to ask him out?”

“i am happy for you,” mingyu said, showing some genuinity as he laughed, also leaning back as your food arrived. “you just make it really hard sometimes.”

mingyu had the courtesy of dropping you off back at jeonghan’s so he didn’t have to borrow seungcheol’s car to come get you, and as he pulled up to the familiar apartment building, he gave you his usual “say hi to your boyfriend for me,” as he put it in park, quickly checking his phone.

instead of your normal “not my boyfriend,” you looked over at your best friend and bit your cheek. “sure.”

mingyu’s neck nearly snapped to look at you. “wait, what?”

you giggled. “sure, i’ll say hi for you.”

“did you-” he started, then stuttered, trying to figure out what he was asking. “are you guys, like-”

“he asked,” you said shrugging. “i said yes.”

a grin spread across his face. “really?”

“well, actually, i said no. then i said okay.”

mingyu laughed. “yeah that sounds right. wow, y/n got a boyfriend.”

you rolled your eyes, pulling the hood further over your head to hide your involuntarily hot ears as you adjusted to open the car door. “bye, goo.”

“this is my best friend,” he said loudly, making you stare at him with wide eyes as some innocent bystander walked past the car, all while you tried to pull yourself out of the door. “beautiful, right? sorry though, they’re taken, i’m dropping them off to see their brand new boyfriend.”

“you’re embarrassing,” you said, pointing an annoyed finger, grateful the person only looked back once before continuing. “go home.”

“you have done ten times worse to me,” mingyu said, grinning from ear to ear. “have fun with the pretentious asshole that can’t make an americano right, yoon jeonghan!”

that made you laugh despite yourself, and you shot him several expletives before slamming his door shut and running up the stairs.

after punching in the door code that no one had told you but you had seen enough times to know, you announced that you had returned. seeing jihoon’s chair empty on a saturday was strange, but at least seungcheol and soonyoung were up to their usual antics of playing some game extremely poorly.

you stood and watched the screen for a moment. “you know you can catch the arrows, right?”

soonyoung looked at you. “you can catch the arrows?”

seungcheol groaned. “why would you tell him that? i’m actually winning for once!”

you giggled. “if you dodge when the arrows are coming, you catch them.”

“you can dodge?”

from the other room, you heard a muted “hurry up,” and you saluted to the boys as they argued, following your cue to exit the situation.

jeonghan was on his bed when you shut the door behind you. “what are they yelling about?”

you sighed as you walked over to him. “apparently soonyoung didn’t know you could dodge in towerfall.”

he watched you pull off the sweatshirt - the same one he had worn on your first kinda date - to admire the marks he had left on you, then blinked when he realized what you had said. “we play that game all the time, how did he not know?”

you shrugged, then crawled into his waiting arms. “he’s not very observant.”

you sighed as you settled against jeonghan, and he kissed the top of your head. “how was lunch?”

“good,” you said, smiling. “gyu is good. it was nice to catch up.”

jeonghan clicked his tongue. “you guys talk every day.”

“okay, yeah, but,” you adjusted to look at him. “talking on the phone and hanging out with other people is different. we can’t talk about the same stuff.”

“well, what’d you talk about?”

you smiled. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

he squinted at you. “aren’t we supposed to be a team now? no secrets?”

“okay,” you said, fixing his bangs. “what were you and seungcheol talking about in his room yesterday before i got here?”

jeonghan couldn’t help the tiny smile that worked its way into his face. “did soonyoung tell you?”

“i would never reveal my source,” you said triumphantly, knowing it couldn’t have been anyone else, considering jihoon had already left. “also, he was pissed that you kicked him out while he was still sleeping.”

“if i could have just dragged cheol into my room, i would have,” he sighed. “trust me. i can pull soonyoung out of bed, but seungcheol is dense.”

you inspected his lips a moment. “were you talking about me?”

“uh,” jeonghan adjusted under you, putting a hand behind his head. “no, not really. soonyoung got a job, and me and cheol are both working more now. i wanted to talk about getting a bigger place, since our lease ends in the summer.”

you vocalised excitedly. “does this mean you’d get your own room?”

“that’s the idea, yeah,” he said, grinning. “you could stay over more.” and while he hadn’t lied - they had discussed larger apartment options, and decided to start looking by the end of the month - he failed to mention that the main purpose of him isolating seungcheol was to confirm he was crazy for wanting you to join them if they did move.

“i mean,” cheol had said, barely propping himself up in bed. “it might be a bit too early to tell, but you guys seem like the real deal.”

jeonghan spun in soonyoung’s desk chair, arms crossed. “but i’m insane, right? like, we haven’t even slept together.”

“they’re coming over for the weekend, yeah?”

“yeah.”

“so let’s talk about it again on monday?”

jeonghan kneaded at his jaw, exhaling. “yeah, okay.”

now, you had slept together. not only that, but you slept together, all night, in the same bed, and jeonghan woke up with jumbled poetry in his head when he found you curled up by his side. despite living in this apartment for nearly a year, it felt most like home with you in it. 

and he had told seungcheol, when he got home from dropping you off for lunch, that he was pretty damn sure he wanted to wake up like that every morning.

he wondered how you would react, if you would want to take the leap and move in with him. part of him felt as though he was taking advantage of your situation for his own selfish want to have you around all the time - you would do literally anything to avoid being in a dorm next year, but your housing budget wouldn’t accommodate for anything more than a goshiwon. while that wasn’t the worst option, you always talked about how much you missed living in a normal space, with a stove. a full sized fridge. a real bathroom, instead of a cramped wetroom. if he were to ask you to live with him, you would likely say yes, but would that put too much strain on your relationship too early? or would you think he was moving too fast and say no? his mind whirred silently as you buried your face in his neck.

“what’s on your mind?”

jeonghan blinked. “nothing.”

“liar.”

he sighed. “you.”

you lifted your head. “am i what’s making your heart beat so fast?”

he hadn’t even realized his pulse had quickened. he swallowed, briefly wondering if he would ever be able to truly hide anything from you. “maybe. what did you and mingyu talk about?”

you laughed. “i was hoping you would forget.”

“i never forget.”

“we talked about a lot,” you said, fiddling with the collar of jeonghan’s tee. “classes, summer plans, boys…”

he raised his brow at the last subject. “boys, huh?”

you smirked at him playfully. “yeah, our waiter was cute.”

he scoffed in your face and you giggled, then flattened his shirt against his chest.

“we talked about you. i told him we were official.”

“how’d that go?”

“he made fun of me, but it’s fine because i told him you have a big dick.”

jeonghan’s hand went from behind his head to cover his eyes, letting out a half-groan and half-“really?”, but the smile on his lips told you he wasn’t mad. “why? why would you tell him that?”

“he’s my best friend!” you laughed.

“okay, why did you tell me that?”

“i’d thought you’d like to know,” you said, pouting slightly. “he might respect you now.”

he uncovered his face just so you could see him rolling his eyes before he tried to sit up. “okay, no more cuddling.”

you whined, trying to keep him in place, but failing. “but i just got here!”

“maybe you shouldn’t have left in the first place,” he teased, getting out of bed to turn off the air purifier he usually only ran at night, but had been too preoccupied to turn off that morning. “i told you i intended to keep you in bed all weekend, but you didn’t care.”

“i’m here now,” you pouted. “in your bed.”

“take a nap, then,” jeonghan said. “i’m gonna eat.”

you groaned. “you didn’t eat while i was gone?”

“too busy pouting in bed. your turn.”

you floundered and whined childishly for a moment as he laughed at you, leaving the room without another word. sometimes you hated how similar you two were, but only because it made you completely aware of just how annoying you were.

when jeonghan returned, you had completely passed out, holding his pillow under your head as you laid on your stomach. he smirked in the direction of the sleeping body and fiddled with a few things - closing the closet door, throwing a rogue shirt into his hamper, etc. - before making his way to the bed to join you.

his touch was gentle. enough to rouse but not frighten. you squirmed slightly, recognizing the way his hand dipped into even the most subtle curves of your body as you laid out comfortably. you gave a noise of approval when it ran over your ass, squeezing slightly. jeonghan smirked again, and you turned under his arm to face him, a soft smile on your lips.

“g'morning.”

“it’s four in the afternoon,” he corrected.

you sighed. “and it’s a good morning.”

“sure is, babe,” he drawled, smiling as you planted a smooch. his hand ran unhurriedly up your back, under your shirt.

you hummed. “are you really horny again?”

“listen,” he mumbled, almost laughing. “i just want to get of much of you as i can, while i can.”

you supposed that was as good a reason as any as you kissed him again, only for him to pull away and straddle the backs of your thighs. he pushed the balls of his palms into your lower back on either side of your spine, and you let out a low moan. jeonghan did this on occasion, treat you to a back rub. he claimed it was because you had the worst posture he had ever seen, but you knew it was an excuse to get his hands all over you, and you couldn’t hide how much you enjoyed it. you adjusted to lay straighter, burying your face in the pillow when he hit a particularly evil knot and had to dig it out with a thumb. you groaned as his hands travelled up your back, sliding the shirt up as he massaged into your shoulders. you sighed as you got up on your elbows and ripped off the shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor, exposing your full back to him, your shoulders and neck littered in his marks. he admired them, even planted small kisses atop a few, then worked his way down your back, curving his hands over your ass.

you muttered a quiet thank you, and he smiled, giving you a succinct “of course” in response. he moved down to your legs, thumbs sneaking in your inner thighs and subtly spreading you out despite your pants. you hummed, pushing your hips to meet his touch, encouraging him to knead at your cheeks.

“have i ever told you you have a great ass?”

you giggled. “it’s average at best.”

“uh, no,” he said, voice pitched upwards in a teasing manner. “i think i’m a really great judge in asses and yours is fantastic.”

“yeah?” you peeked over your shoulder. “what’s so fantastic about it?”

jeonghan’s fingers dug into it, eyes shooting up to meet yours. “well, for starters, it’s connected to you.”

he ran a thumb over your crease, making you let out a small noise in response, and you buried your face in the pillow again. “shut up.”

he smirked against your shoulder, hands running up your back again and one landing on the mattress beside you as he pushed his hips against your ass. “yes, boss.”

you sighed, arching your back to get as much friction as you could while he ground his hard member against you. he sucked at your neck, and your hands dug helplessly into his hair as you whined.

“are we teenagers?” you asked, huffing. “do we have to dry hump or can we fuck like adults?”

jeonghan laughed as he lifted his mouth to ghost over yours. “impatient. if you were better, you would have asked for my cock nicely.”

“better,” you repeated, hating the way a hard wave of arousal washed over you, suddenly wakening your senses like it was from the pacific. “for you?”

the tip of his tongue barely swiped at your lips, your jaw twitching slightly in reaction. “you gonna be good?”

you tried to focus on him, your blown out eyes flickering hopelessly to his lips. “i-i can try.”

and with that, jeonghan yanked your pants over your hips and down your thighs, scooting them down as you hiked your ass up slightly, hoping to tempt him as efficiently as possible. his hands found your ass again, spreading you out as you groaned. “look at you, soaking.”

you bit your lip, making a pathetic noise into the pillow to avoid talking back. “please, jeonghan.”

two fingers ran over you, and you tried to muffle your moan as best you could as your hips moved involuntarily, pushing into his fingers. he smirked down at you, wondering how far he could take you as he messily spread your arousal. “bet you could take two right now.”

“yes,” you said, gasping slightly. “please, hannie, please, i can take it.”

he pushed two fingers into you, barely even scissoring them before pushing in a third, making you bury your face in his pillow as you groaned. “i’ve been fucking you good, huh?”

you nodded frantically, pushing against his hand as steadily as you could. he noted your neediness, and indulged you by thrusting his fingers into you until you were whining rhythmically to his pace. he pulled a finger out, then another, and you instinctively threw a hand back to catch him before he pulled away completely. he laughed lightly, his hand easily overpowering yours and pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“sorry, were you close?”

you exhaled sharply. “that was so mean.”

“i’ll make it up to you,” he said, pulling your hips further off the bed and pushing you further apart. he licked a wide stripe up your core, and you moaned deeply into the pillow, gripping it with all your power as his tongue expertly ran over your clit. “you taste incredible.”

you panted as you turned your head. “i thought you just ate.”

“i have a separate dessert stomach.”

your thighs buzzed and gut fluttered, and you wondered how he always managed to make you weak in the knees, even when his tongue was buried in you. it wasn’t long before you were gripping at his wrist, knuckles white, quaking as his lips guided you through your orgasm, and he lapped at your release, licking wet stripes up your inner thighs as well.

when he backed away, you exhaled again. “jeonghan-”

“what?” he asked, pushing his own pants down his thighs. he stood to drop them to the floor before straddling you again, pulling your hips back against him. “is this what you want?”

your hand found his thigh, urging him towards you. he rubbed the head of his cock, already shiny and scarlet, against your core, and you practically begged on the spot. suddenly, he pushed you into the mattress, pushing his hips against yours but fucking into your thighs. you whimpered, his cock rubbing against you absolutely deliciously, but not at all what you were expecting. he groaned into your neck, snaking a hand up under you.

“god, you’re so wet, i almost don’t even need to fuck your pussy.”

you yelped when his fingers found a nipple and pinched. “h-hannie, please-”

“please, what?”

you squirmed. “please fuck me.”

he looked at you. “you get one more try.”

for a moment, you looked back at him and your mind went blank. “please, hannie, i need your cock.”

he smiled. “was that so hard?” his tone and kisses were sweet, but completely mismatched the frustration bubbling in you as he pulled back, making you moan again as the head bumped over your clit. “do you trust me?”

“yes, baby, please just fuck me before i scream.”

with one hand on his cock, he guided himself into you, a moan tumbling from his lips as he felt you completely unsheathed for the first time. you gripped the pillow in a tighter fist as he filled you out, and it took all your concentration to not squeal in a way that absolutely would have been heard by the entire apartment. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you back onto him as he fucked into you. as you adjusted to him, you began to curse the fact that this was only temporary - you would have to go back to unreliably private quickies in a few short days - and you suddenly got the urge to really savor the way jeonghan’s cock felt in you.

he leaned over you, changing the angle ever so slightly and just enough to make you cry out, and he put a palm at the base of your neck, wrapping his fingers around it slightly as he pushed you into his pillow. “i could fuck you raw forever.”

you tried to catch your breath to respond. “i would let you.”

you internally celebrated the low groan that escaped him, and the way his hips pushed impossibly further into you. externally, you rewarded the movement with a matching moan, though you slapped a hand over your mouth when you heard the game pause in the other room.

“don’t want them to hear you, baby?”

you whimpered into your hand as jeonghan kissed a line up the side of your neck, steadily rolling into you.

“can’t even talk?”

you shakily pulled your hand away from your mouth, trying to stifle your noises with just your will. “cheol already hates me.”

“he doesn’t hate you,” he said, his voice getting slightly more labored as he continued his pace. “i bet he’d love to hear your pretty moans.”

you clamped your hand over your mouth again, resisting jeonghan’s luring the best you could. he smiled against the hollow of your ear, nipping at it slightly.

“i know you want to, baby. just let it out.”

as he spoke, he shifted his hips, making you let out a high toned moan that was barely muted by your palm, and you buried your face in the pillow to avoid jeonghan’s shiteating grin.

“i love the way you sound when i’m fucking you,” he said, his voice never raising above his lowest register. his ability to keep his cool as you were utterly falling apart was perhaps simultaneously the most aggravating and sexiest part of the whole affair. “and you always back up against me like a bitch in heat.”

you reached back for a hand, but he swiftly grabbed your wrist to push it against your lower back. your chest heaved, and you hurriedly added your other wrist to his grip. with one hand restricting your arms and the other pulling your hip back against his, he licked his lips at the sight.

“i’m going to wreck you,” he panted. “i’m going to make you forget anyone you ever fucked before me.”

you let out harsh breaths as your chest pushed into the mattress. “already have,” you managed, peeking best you could over yout shoulder to the glorious view behind you. you enjoyed the way his tongue shot out between his lips, the way he watched his cock fill you tightly. you even liked the way his hair flopped over his eyes, even if you thought he was in need of a haircut. but you especially liked that he looked like he got lost in you. like he would never want anything but you.

you came fast and hard, squeezing him temptingly as you whined into the pillow. with that, he pulled out and rolled you over, fingers hooking at your pants to pull them off completely. you bicycle kicked to help him, then practically pulled him into you as his lips crashed into yours, hands pulling you as close as he could while you both repositioned your bodies. your hand went down to position him at your entrance again, and you gasped into his mouth when he slid into you again. his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, one hand gently massaging the back of your neck as you whimpered against him.

“you’re being so good for me,” he muttered, purposefully brushing his lips against yours with every syllable. “have i finally tamed you?”

your legs wrapped around his waist. “no chance in hell.”

he grinned, letting you pull him into more sloppy kisses as he steadily pulled another orgasm from you, and you couldn’t help but want him to cum with you. his eyebrows knit as your hands dug into the hair at the base of his head, eyes barely focusing on your lips as you begged for him to cum in you.

“you’re evil.”

you could barely smile. “and you love it.”

you choked slightly, body edging into overstimulation as you came again, and jeonghan pushed up off of you to better chase his own high. he pumped into you, hard and rough, for a few more seconds before you felt suddenly empty and he was shooting hot ribbons of cum up stomach and chest.

you bit back a moan, arching your back slightly as he stared down at your chest, leaning down to lick his cum off your nipple. you gripped his hair again, squirming as he sucked lightly, lapping more cum towards the peak. you tugged at his roots slightly, pulling him up to kiss you before he got you hot and bothered again when you weren’t sure you could handle more. 

“i can’t believe you pulled out.”

jeonghan laughed in your face. “i asked if you trusted me.”

you pouted. “i thought that meant you were going to choke me out.”

he kissed you again after a short chuckle, then sat up to grab tissues. “maybe next time.”

he didn’t say it like it was a promise, but he kept it like it was one.

and when your weekend of nonstop bedroom antics was over, you admittedly had fulfilled yourselves enough that the following privacy draught was almost bearable. sure, jeonghan asked you a couple times to come sit on his lap while he worked on lab reflections, and yes, it was much less innocent than one would think, but the two of you managed to keep unfortunate walkins to a minimum, which was only made possible by finally getting it out of your system.

also because you decided your thursday 7:30 was barely worth it most weeks, and jeonghan was always happy to run over to your dorm to fool around for a few hours while your roommate was in class.

[incorrectlumityquotes]

FULL REVIEWS: “Enchanting Grom Fright”

The hype for this episode was unreal. We got the crew telling us that we weren’t ready on social media. It was a madhouse. To think that the little ship that could would have this big a leap in canon is unreal. Let’s just get to it.

The cold open starts with Luz trying to find more glyphs in her off time. I thinks it really shows her development so far. Now she’s willing to do the work to figure out her kind of magic, as oppose to say episode two where she just wanted to be great because she was “chosen.”

“My glyph skills are blossoming”

But then reality ensues...

Using the portal to let the wifi signal into The Owl House is not the dumbest reason I’ve heard to open an interdimensional portal between worlds but it is one of the most mundane. SOMEHOW, Luz can still receive texts from her mom FROM ANOTHER WORLD. Not that it makes too much of a difference since Luz barely answers them. 

As much fun as it is to focus on the magic and the shipping and the friendship and the curse, Luz still knows that she’s still lying to her mom. The guilt is there, but luckily being a main character keeps her too busy to think about it.

“Luz, time to fill that darling head of yours with...huuh huuh huuh HAKKK, mmm, mmm, mmh, delicious knowledge.”

Never change, Hooty.

It’s that time of year again that Luz doesn’t know about yet, Grom: The Boiling Isles’ weird version of prom. Every fantasy world has one. 

*hiss*

Amity bumps into Luz, and I know this is going to sound weird, but I really like Amity’s “Watch it, nitwit.” Amity’s character has changed and developed from our perspective which is the perspective of Luz and The Owl House fam. But she’s not a completely different character. Amity still has a bit of a temper and gets agitated easily. It makes sense to me and I’m glad I haven’t found anyone be like “Hey if Amity is nicer, why did she get mad when she bumped into someone?” 

Amity is nicer to Luz and co. because she’s gotten to know Luz and co. You don’t treat everyone in your life the same. Amity is one of those people that you need to defrost with first. Belief is backed up by experience and so are people’s personas. (Not that persona. I’m being serious here.) Because of Amity’s experiences, she’s believed that in order to survive she has to put people at arm’s length, then when she gets to know you, she’ll decide if she wants to let you in or not. So I guess that means that based on her interactions with Luz, Amity has decided...

You know what? I’ll save that for my Lumity meta.

The popular theory is that Amity was going to put her note in Luz’s locker, hence why she bumped into them. But actually seeing Luz and being announced as grom queen probably made her lose her nerve.

“Embrace your dreams...”

Amity is announced to be this year’s grom queen. Luz is happy for her before Amity runs in shock and embarrassment. Okay.

Luz discovers the gym’s weapons cache (not a thing I thought I would ever type) and Amity explains grom. Since Luz is from the human world and all that.

Grom is a monster that lives under the school and needs to be defeated every year so it doesn’t invade the town. It’s a classic shape-shifting fear monster. Odd are I have (and so have you) at least seen three or four of these in our lives already. Amity doesn’t want to show the entire school her greatest fear, especially since she already knows what it is. Luz suggest talking to Bump and Amity says she’ll try.

Another scene of Eda and King laughing and mocking Luz. Because I liked it so much the first time.

Eda gets dressed up herself because she’s volunteered to chaperone grom. Luz tells her that Amity is grom queen but wishes that she could take her place. We get...you know and Luz walks off. 

“I think we should kiss to ease the tension.”

Luz randomly meets up with Amity in the woods because I guess Amity had the same idea to take a walk to clear her head. Whatever. Amity tells Luz that Bump wasn’t going to change his mind unless Amity found a replacement. Luz volunteers because...she’s Luz, friend to all.

Except maybe that spider.

Top 10 Anime Betrayals

The Blight Siblings try to help Luz train against grom only for Eda to find out about their little plan. Here’s where we find out why Eda volunteered to chaperone a Hexside event even though she hates that place:

“What’s the fun in watching a kid get eaten by a monster if it’s my kid?”

That’s hilarious. To me. 

Luz and Amity have a moment before Luz’s debut and Amity thanks Luz for everything she’s done. They have more adorable banter before Luz takes the stage. 

“Wish me luck.”

“Luck.”

I’m guessing that’s not an expression in The Boiling Isles.

Luz faces Grom and it seems to be going better than everyone predicted until...you know

“Mija, this would be such a good shot for the trailer.”

Yup, we all predicted this. Luz’s greatest fear is her mom finding out that she’s been lying to her. Luz panics and takes off with Eda and Amity to chase after her.

Eda comes in for the save when Amity bursts in the scene saying “Boy let me tell you what.” She doesn’t really I just like saying that. You know, in my head. I mean, if you heard the way I was saying it out loud you’d probably think it was funny too but you know...text.

Grom gets a hold of Amity and transforms into her greatest fear. And we see why Amity didn’t want to face Grom in front of the whole school. She didn’t want everyone to see that Amity’s fear is very...emotional. Not physical. She’s not afraid of a giant spider or anything. It’s a little closer to the heart.

Amity clutching at her dress like a little kid is both the cutest and the saddest thing. This fear of hers is so bad it makes this fourteen year old feel like she’s four. I’m so sure she was about to cry right there. Or maybe that’s me. Could be both.

Luz picks up the note and discovers that Amity was trying to ask somebody out before she was announced as grom queen. Amity was afraid of being rejected. Luz tries to ease her fears by asking her out to grom. 

Trying seeing it from Luz’s point of view. She has no idea who Amity wants to ask out. Luz doesn’t even consider that it could be her because again, belief is backed by experience. Luz was considered a weirdo with no friends in the human world. She even said earlier in the episode that she got kicked out of her last school dance for dressing like an otter. Luz has no reason to believe that someone would like her romantically. She would like to. It is a fantasy of hers, but her experience tells her that other people don’t see her that way so she doesn’t consider that Amity wanted to ask Luz out.

I’ll save the rest for another blog post, although I did talk about this last year too.

But since Amity did want to ask Luz out and Luz asked her out instead, Amity’s fears are eased. Grom does what every fear monster does when their target overcomes their fears and says “Screw it, I’m just going to kick your ass!”

And then this happens:

As a Star vs the Forces of Evil fan, let me just say this is our Blood Moon Ball moment. The moment that the show tells the audience in John Oliver’s voice, “Yup this is the ship we’re doing so strap in folks.”

Luz and Amity work together to combine magic to take down Grom. It also helps that they eased each others’ fears. Luz can’t think about her mom if she’s focused on helping Amity. 

Luz and Amity defeat Grom in a blaze of glory. Luz being Luz, decides to ask Amity who she wanted to ask out just to see if she would tell you. Amity brushes it off.

“It doesn’t matter. After all, I already got to dance with the girl I like.”

Everyone celebrates but when Luz gets home she’s more tired than anything.

Maybe it was Grom, but Luz decides to give her mom a real answer. It’s been tough but it’s also been fun. There are good and bad days. Sometimes she feels like she doesn’t belong. But she has friends. They care about her, she cares about them, and that’s more than enough reason to stay. 

THEN THIS SHIT HAPPENS!

Yeah, the Meteora moment in Star vs the Forces of Evil. The moment where the show went “Never mind that shit. Here comes a complete change in the status quo.” 

Someone or something is sending Luz’s mom letters. It’s Luz’s handwriting, but it’s clearly not Luz since she can’t spell her name right. Season one already finished and we still have no idea what this is. 

I was all happy a second ago. Now I’m nervous as all hell. It’s a madhouse I tells ya. A madhouse!

FINAL SCORE: 5 - LOVED IT!

Wow. Just wow. This episode had everything. Jokes, plot, romance, character development, cameos, dancing, girls, MOM(?), crashing on your couch because technically I’m homeless.

I shipped Lumity before this, but this was the episode that told me that yes it was going to happen. We’re all in. 

But it’s not perfect.

Yeah, did any of you noticed that I didn’t even mention the B-plot? I’m going to be honest. The reason is...

I hate it.

I hate the B-plot so much that I skip it every time I watch this episode. I still don’t think Gus is that funny or interesting. Hell, Skara’s mini plot with her date and/or boyfriend was funnier.

But everything else about the episode more than outshines the B-plot so I still give it a five.

Next time we finish up the lumity trilogy next time.

Dammit I said next time twice.

[translytherins]

Unaccepted Permission Slip {Part 2}

[A/n: Pitcure refrence is on my Unaccepted Permission Slip part 1 so go check that out if you want refrence]

Peter's P.O.V

"Your enjoying the attention that your getting from (m/n) aren't you Peter" Ned said while wiggling his eyebrows at me. Mj was just smirking at me.

"Yup" i said while popping the p.

I looked at (m/n) who was standing right next to me. We were in front of the elevator waiting for it to open. He was wearing his headphones, listening to his music playlist so he most likely didn't hear what Ned said.

"I think this is the most clingy he's ever been in our one year of dating. So I'm enjoying it while it lasts" i said with a smile on my face. The elevator doors opened and we got on to it.

-

I opened the door to the training room and we saw Aunt Tasha sparring with Uncle Clint while Pietro was sparring with Pops. Wow...this is so...freaking...unimpressive. Well to me and (m/n) that is because the Avengers sparring is basically a daily occurrence. My classmates and the teacher were gawking at the scene infront of them. When they saw us they stopped sparring and gave us a welcoming smile.

"Hello children of Midtown High" Aunt Tasha greeted us but i don't think the others caught on, on the fact that she just called them children because their to star struck but (m/n), me and Mj did. We were snickering while Mj was glaring at us causing us to stop.

"Today we'll be picking five students to come and and demonstrate with the five of us.

" Five??? But there's only four of you??? "

" No there's five of us. Come here (N/n). Your joining us" Pietro said with a smug look his face.

I visibly gulped because I knew something very VERY bad is about to go down. I just love when my Parker luck strikes. Note the sarcasm.

(m/n)'s P.O.V

I groaned because of two things. One, I'm too lazy to spar and two Pietro called me (N/n).

"No. I'm not doing it and you can't make me" i said while giving Pietro a challenging look.

"Oh, i can" he replied while holding my wireless headphones. I checked my neck only to realise that they were missing.

I just groaned in annoyance and made my way over to them. Taking my headphones from Pietro and smacking his head really hard. Pietro whined and pouted while i just rolled my eyes at him. Cap made us stand to the side while he and Nat demonstrated. They started sparring and the classs stared in amazement (except Peter of course) but i didn't pay attention to the demonstration. Instead i put on my mask, hood and headphones, got out my sword and started practicing with it while doing some summer saults, back flips, cart wheels and much more. I was so into it that i didn't even realise that half of the classes attention was on me. I shape shifted my sword into a staff and transferred my water element into it. I stabbed the staff into the ground and a water dragon appeared from my staff. After a few minutes, it evaporated into water droplets before disappearing it completely.

Once it disappeared, i turned around while pulling down my headphones and saw that everyone was staring at me shocked and surprised even the five Avengers (including Peter) because i never showed them i could do with my full power. Pietro was the first one to snap out of it and Pietro super speed towards and wrapped an arm around my shoulder with his sh*t eating grin.

"Didn't know you could do that"

I just shrugged and pushed his arm off my shoulder.

"I forgot"

He just chuckled and yanked me by my hand towards the middle of the sparring mat. The others snapped out of it and started choosing their sparring partners. Some of them looked excited to spar with us, some of them looked like they were about to sh*t their pants. I put my headphones back on and waited until it was my turn. I was so into my music that i didn't even realise that it was my turn to pick until Clint nugged my shoulder, telling me it was my turn to pick. I had an evil smirk on my face but no one could see it under my (f/c) mask.

"Eugene Thompson"

When i said his name his face paled slightly but he had a cocky arse grin on his face. He probably thought he could beat me but his name is on my death list, so i won't be going easy. Peter looked like he was about to pass out and his friend, Mj, was drawing something on her book ( judging by the way she was holding her pencil) so fast that it looked like her pencil was about to break. He slowly made his way towards me, trying to look menacing as possible but it didn't work. All i did was yawn and say ;

"How long is it goong to take for you to get here because your wasting everyone's time with your presents"

Everyone either laughed or snickered at my comment making the retard named Flash mad but decided to not say anything and finally walk faster so he was standing next to me. We all moved to the side because Nat was going first with her partner which was a girl that looks slightly terrified but slightly confident that she might win. Let's just hope Nat doesn't break her bones.

-

After a few minutes of watching the other kick arse, finally it was my turn. Me and Flash walked to the center of the sparring mat. We got into our fighting stance and waited for Steve to blow the whistle. While waiting, i quickly shape shift my sword into a sludge hammer and transferred some natural element into it. When he blew the whistle, i slammed the hammer onto the ground creating a huge crack in the ground and the floor continued to crack until it reached Flash. The room was silent until the cracked area started to fall, creating a huge deep hole in the ground. Unfortunately, ( well fortunately actually. I don't want to kill him. Just scare him a little) he moved just in time so he won't get swallowed by the ground. He had an arrogant smirk on his face because he thought he had a chance but unknown to him there was vines that was starting to sprout from the crack that managed to make his way behind him. The vines started to tangle his legs. He raised his fist and was about to come running towards me but he fell face first onto the ground. Everyone bursted out laughing even the avengers were snickering because i may or may have not made F.R.I.D.A.Y send a video of the incident in the lab to Tony and knowing him he might have already showed the video to the others before these four came down here. I walked up to him, who was still on the ground struggling to get out of my vines, and whispered in his ear, my eyes glowing red.

"If you or that sorry excuse of a teacher ever and i mean EVER hurt my boyfriend or anyone else again not only me but the others will come after you two and slit your throats open. Got it you b*tch"

He nodded his head vigorously. I smirked and untangled him from my vines and he stood up shaking like a leaf and spoke in a teasing but serious tone.

"Not so tough are you mister tough guy. Now get out of this f*cking tower while we wrap this tour up, never show your face here again because I don't think Tony let's bullies like you into this tower EVER again and don't even think about trying to apply for the internships because the chances of you getting in is 1%"

And with that, he bolted out of the room. I just shook my head. People these days can be a bit b*tchy. I repaired the crack in the ground and we (Clint, Pietro, Nat and Steve) walked towards the awestruck class.

Peter's P.O.V

The five of them were walking towards us and i have a bad feeling about what's about to go down.

"Listen here everyone. If i hear that you bring harm to my son, Peter Stark-Rogers, just remember that me, my husband and the rest of the avengers will not hesitate to take action. Understood???"

They all nodded their heads with shock (with Mrs.Warren slightly terrified)

" Good. The tour is over but the teacher will have a meeting with me, Tony and the principal deciding whether your going to keep your job or not for not doing anything about kids bullying other kids"

The whope class exited the tower talking about how cool the trip was. Ned just gave me a smile and waved before walking through the door. Pops turned to me and i gulped.

"We'll talk about you being bullied later. Right now, go and change your clothes. The press conference going to start in an hour and you have to change into the suit Tony gave you because if you don't he's going to go beserk"

I nodded my head and towards my room to get ready for the press conference that i totally DIDN'T forget about. But tonights going to be a long night of explanation and scolding *sigh*. You know what it's okay because i know they're trying to protect me and i wouldn't trade them or my boyfriend for the world.

-Timeskip To The Press Conference-

Me, my family and my boyfriend were at the conference room (A/n :If there's not just go with it). We're not even inside yet but I could already see light flashing and loud talking inside the room. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked towards the owner of the hand and saw dad smiling at me.

"Don't worry kid. You'll be fine"

I smile and nodded.

"Ready?" Happy asked as he put his hand on the handle ready to open the door.

I nodded my head. I felt (m/n) take a hold of my left hand and squeeze it for reassurance. Happy opened the door and we walked inside and onto the podium. When we were all standing on the podium Dad and pops were immediately bomb with a thousand questions asking if it was true he was gay and married and if they adopted a kid. He confirmed it saying he was married to Steve Rogers *cue the crying woman's* and he introduced me to. I waved akwardly, not knowing what to act and questions were shot towards me. They're talking was hurting my ears and the lights were really bright all of a sudden. Realisation hits me like a bullet train. I was having a sensory overload. I tugged on pops hand and he looked over at me. He immediately realised what was happening just by looking at me and said the press conference was over and carried me inside to lay me down in my room.

-

He and dad placed me on my bed with an extremely worried (m/n) standing behind them. They kissed my forehead and left the room to bring the news to everyone in the living room. (m/n) was about to follow them but i tugged his hand unintentionally making him fall onto the bed because of my super strength and snuggled into his side. He gave me a soft smile and kissed my forehead making me smile.

"How did i get so lucky with you?" he asked.

I looked at him with a confused look.

"Why are you asking that??? It should be me asking you that"

He gave me a smile that I love so much and pecked my cheek, making me blush.

"I love you so much Pete that it hurts. You know that, right???"

"I know. You tell me that every day. I love you too (m/n). So, so much"

And with that we both fell asleep in each others embrace woth a smile on our faces.

~The End~

[the-crows-typist]

Hi lemilia-san, i really love your stories they make my heart ache in a good way! May i ask for a ficlet with trey and the word “liar”? Thank you!

CW for Slight discussion of Sports Injury and Angst.

The Possibilities Are Endless

“Don’t lie to me...Please.”

They had a habit of lying, Trey’s friend of his.

He didn’t understand why they had to lie to him, he didn’t understand why they had to hide every moment of weakness from him, and he didn’t understand why they refused to cry in front of him or refused to cry in front of anyone at all.

Was it because they hated the feeling of being weak?

They wore their training gear, the schools volleyball varsity jacket, and their favorite training shoes. “I don’t know, don’t you think it’s a little extreme to train for longer periods of time when you’re so close to the competition?” Trey asked, stopping to let his friend re-tie their shoe laces. “It is but I think the extra time will help with improving my serving and spiking.”

“Serving and spiking are two different things, right?”

“Yup, yup. Totally different. You start with serving and ending with spiking.”

Trey looks to the wrap around their ankle, a reminder to both of the loss that put a toll on both of them.

The piercing whistle followed by the gasp of the crowd, the thud of a body falling on the floor, the boll bouncing wildly, and the squeaking footsteps of the team that scrambled to get to their injured teammate who held their painful leg. The ball rolled to the other side of the court at that very moment, ignored and abandoned. The concerned opponents exchanging looks between each other and abandoning their positions to help their fallen opponent; the court was on time out, the medics on stand-by rush in to assess the scene.

Trey watched as Vargas and another teacher spoke to one another. There was a nod and nudge to one of the players on the bench who was warming up in any way he could. A medic approaches Vargas and the couch, normally so gregarious and jolly, was straight faced and serious.

“A sprain,” Said one of the spectators. “And it looked like a painful one too. I hope it’s not too serious.”

He watched his friend was pulled from the ground and a hand over their eyes as they limped back to the bench and only stopping to nod their head as they talked to their coach, accepting the player switch. They sit down on the bench, with the help of a teammate, and their ankle wrapped with brown medical gauze. He could see the longing in the in their eyes and the tinge of disappointment and despair.

It was as if they had failed.

“Don’t push yourself too hard, alright?” They straightened their back to full height, pouting their lips at him. “Don’t be such a busybody! Me running after a bus in the rain was a onetime thing, alright?” Trey pushed his finger to their forehead; a fake exasperated sigh leaving his lips but a smile betrayed that sentiment. “That’s not what I meant.”

He points to their ankle. “This is what I meant.”

“Oh.”

There was a silence between them as they looked at the ankle wrap. The sprain had healed with the proper care and proper practice but they haven’t stop wearing it since. To them, it was a reminder never to fall flat again. To him, it was a sign that things weren’t the way they tried to make it out to be. A flash of realization, one of dread and remembrance, and Trey pulled back knowing well the repercussion of that reminder. “I just…” His shoulders slackened and his face calm and his smile grew to one easy and sympathetic. “I don’t want you to push yourself, that’s all. A sprain is still a sprain. You told me how tough it was to recover from that.”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a worrywart! I’ll be fine. I’ll take care of myself, okay?”

“I’m just saying.”

“And I’m listening.” They pat his shoulder. “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry. As if a sprain is gonna get me down in the dumps!

“Ah, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow, Trey!”

He waved as they ran towards the gym, the wind blew again and Trey was left alone in the school’s now empty walkway. He remembers the face of defeat when he ran to the gym after the losing match, he remembers seeing their teeth grit together hard, their brows furrowing, and he remembers the rising tension within them.

“As if a sprain is gonna get me down in the dumps!”

“Liar.”

The venue for the competition was a large stadium that stood high above everyone watching. The colors of white and black dominated the stadium as two schools were fighting for to the gold; supporters of Night Raven College and Royal Swords Academy littered the entrances. Upon entering the stadium, the smell of salonpas and mint spray hit his nose, the squeak of volleyball shoes, and the labored breathes of practicing athletes. He looked around, trying to spot the elegant black and purple design of Night Raven’s volleyball club. He was looking for them, his friend.

“Trey!”

A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, his breath hitched as his feet left the floor suddenly. “You made it!” He turned around, looking at them with a smile and a hand to his stomach as soon as he was set down. Their strength never ceased to astound him. “Of course I am.” He ruffled their hair making them squirm. “Can’t have my junior being lonely during their tournament.”

“Trey, you’re messing up my hair!”

“It’s a good luck charm, y’know?”

“I’ve received too much luck now! Stop it!”

A hearty laugh and a clap of calloused hands, Coach Vargas approached the two with a smile. “Mr Clover, I didn’t know you were a fan of the sport.” And like the polite student he is, he nodded in greeting to his PE teacher and to the team. “I wasn’t initially but my friend had pulled me into it.” His hand rested on their shoulder, “I’m not familiar with the terminologies, though.”

Vargas laughed again, his voice thundering in the small confines of the lobby. Everyone looked at him, his team, the opponents, and the onlookers and supporters. There was a collective exasperated sigh from the NRC’s volleyball team, Coach Vargas was always like this.

“I’ll go wait in the seats. I’m pretty sure you’re going to get called soon.”

Trey eyed the staff member with a megaphone and multiple papers. The megaphone rang and the voice of the announcer echoed through.

“All participating volleyball teams please make your way to the stadium entrances!”

“Night Raven College to the left entrance please!”

“Royal Swords Academy to right entrance please!”

“Good luck.” He says, patting them on the back. “I’ll be rooting for you.”

There was a fearful look in their eyes, the nervousness that they felt when entering the stadium. Trey wished they could hug them and hold them close. His hand went out patting their shoulder.

“Good luck.”

“I’ll be fine.”

The two teams left for their respective entrances and Trey was soon left alone in the crowd of onlookers and fans.

“Liar.”

The ball flew over the net as a spiker from Royal Swords hit the ball with his hand, Night Raven’s libero making a running start to try and fail to save the ball. The whistle blowing hard to signal the point given to the opposing team, Trey bit back a groan when his team lost the point. His eyes look to them, their teeth grit and shoulders square.

Frustration.

The whistle of the referee blared into through the court, signaling the change of players. There was a small sense of dread when he saw the number on the placard, it was theirs. He pressed his lips together, seeing the walk of defeat they made as they took the card from their teammate. It was Vargas who met them with a towel in hand, putting over their head.

His mouth moved, giving them a small speech and letting them sit down the rest of the game.

“I’ll be fine.”

Even after the weeks and months of recovery, Trey knew that the pain of the sprain still lingered within them.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Liar.”                                                                                                                      

“We were so close too.” They complained, walking with Trey to the nearest eatery. “Next time for sure, we’re gonna win. I just know it.” They always pushed this image of positivity. “I just need lots and lots of practice.”

“You’re pushing yourself too hard again.” Trey said, his tone slightly harsh. “If all you do is practice and practice then you’ll end up with another sprain.”

“Oh come on, you worry so much. I said I’m gonna be fine…”

Trey stopped in his tracks, letting his friend take a few steps ahead. His brows furrowed and lips pressed in a straight line. “Liar.”

They stopped in their tracks, turning around to look at him. “You don’t have to keep lying to yourself and to me, y’know?” He walked with them, bumping his shoulder with theirs. “You’re the strongest person I know and no amount of losses are going to change that.”

The two of them walked silently after that, their hand coming to hold Trey’s as they walked and their head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to look weak in front of you.”

“You aren’t.” He held their hand tightly. “You never were.”

[fandomscombine]

The Only Distraction to Quidditch

BG: Never before has Oliver Wood been distracted during a quidditch match.

I spent a longer time daydreaming of this scenario than actually writing this.

Being in quarantine could be quite lonely so here’s me trying to fill in the gap and emotional need by writing a cute fluffy Oliver Wood x reader fic! Hope you enjoy it! Stay safe, stay indoors and of course stay healthy!

Wow also this ended up with a lot of Weasley Twins wingmen power moments so enjoy! So basically this fic are for the underrated gems of Oliver Wood and Fred & George Weasley!

~Also tell me if you guys wanna fic written around their summer! kinda like a prologue/ background piece. Or even a part 2!~

Word Count: 1662

12 April 2020,1am

>>MASTERLIST<<

You are a very shy and quiet student in Hogwarts. Sure, you get along well with all the other students, but you haven’t really found a clique for yourself. Yeah you could try harder, but you just don’t want to change yourself just to fit in. You simply can’t wrap around your mind how people can make small talk and leave it as that, jumping from one person to another without connecting more deeply. You’re definitely an introvert living in an extroverted world. Don’t get it wrong, you still love going on spontaneous adventures and having fun but not many people still that side of you, you tend to be reserved but when you’re by yourself, with a close group of people or in an environment where you don’t feel judged, your uniqueness shines through and your heart in on your sleeves.

Saturdays are normally spent in the Ravenclaw common room curled up on one of the couches with a book. This time however you are on your way to the quidditch pitch for the fist ever match of the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. This is also the first ever match that your best friend, and lately turn crush (damn you summer holidays!), Oliver Wood.

You plan to make a quick detour to the Gryffindor tent, you’re almost to the door when suddenly-

You yelp, feeling strong arms wrapping you in place.

‘Got ya!’ whispered someone in your right ear.

Turning around, coming face to the face with the beautiful boy you’ve come to be fond of, in the more than a friend kinda way.

‘Ollie!’ meeting his eyes, the eyes you’ve seen all summer, every day without fail and surprisingly you didn’t grow tired of.

‘Heyya y/n. What brings a pretty Ravenclaw like you here?’ He hugs you closer ‘Could it be a special someone…. Like me?’ raising one of his brows.

You can feel your check heat up and you shake you head in hopes to cool them down before that get any redder. ‘You wish Wood.’ You countered.

‘Wood?’ Putting a hand to his chest. ‘Ouch love that hurts.’

‘I’m here for the new quidditch captain actually…Have you seen him?’ you say, putting on an innocent curious face.

‘Ohhh you are a real tosser y/n!’ playfully hitting your shoulder.

’10 minutes til game starts’ announces Lee Jordan through the speaker.

‘I guess that’s my cue to go find a seat’ you gestured to Oliver.

Oliver’s smile falters a little.

‘But for reals tho, I came to wish you good luck captain’ you look at him sincerely, putting your hand on his shoulder. ‘I know you’ll do great.’

‘Thanks.’ And just like that his smile is back. ‘I’ll look for you in the stands okay?’

‘Okay, I’ll be there cheering you on.’

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‘Gryffindor to Slytherin, 80-20’ Lee shouts.

It’s already been 30 minutes into the match and Gryffindor is in the lead, Oliver Wood being this his first game ever as captain should be happy right? Yes and no not really as there is one girl stuck in his mind. She promised that she would be in the stands, but every time Oliver manages to divert his attention to the Ravenclaw stands, he just couldn’t find her.

‘where are you y/n?’ he mumbles to himself. It’s fifth time scanning the seats but again he couldn’t find her.

What Oliver didn’t notice was that a bludger was headed his way.

‘Oi Oliver look out!’ warned Fred.

Oliver turned but the bludger was getting closers faster than he wanted. Thankfully George swooped in and batted it out of the way.

‘You alright mate? You seem distant.’ George noted.

‘Yea umm no actually, have you seen y/n? I don’t see her in the Ravenclaw stand.’

‘Told ya brother, it’s girl trouble.’ Fred said teasingly.

‘She’s in the Gryffindor Stand’ said George. ‘Now that’s out of the way, hope we got your full attention now.’

‘100%’ nodded Oliver. ‘Let’s just hope Harry gets the damn snitch soon.’

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‘Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!’ exclaimed Lee.

Everything was happening at once. One moment, Oliver just landed with the rest of the Gryffindor team and cheering among themselves for their win then the next thing he knows he’s face is so close to yours; he could feel your breath.

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You ran down to the quidditch pitch to congratulate the team. There was a crowd around Oliver so you decided to hang around for a while with the rest of the team. You were talking to Harry when you feel a tap on your shoulder. The Weasley twins, you were close to them being as they lived close to you back home.

George smiled ‘You know you almost cost us the game, right Freddie?’

‘Absolutely Georgie’ his twin answered.

‘As if!’ you chuckled, thinking they were joking ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Well you see Ms.L/n’ started George.

‘You seemed to accomplish the impossible task of distracting the one and only Mr. Quidditch during a game!’ continued Fred.

‘Yea right.’ Not believing the jokesters.

‘oh believe it y/n.’ The twin said together. You hate it when they do that. ‘Oliver Wood is head over heels for you.’

‘But as much as he may be confident anywhere else, our boy isn’t when making the first move, especially when he thinks he’s jeopardizing your friendship if he confesses.’ Added Fred.

Putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, George continues ‘That is why, you have to make the first move y/n. For you guys and for everyone else.’

‘what? For everyone else?’ You exclaimed. Then realized you missed that bigger point. ‘And no I don’t like Oliver that way!’ you tried denying but it was too late.

‘C’mon y/n.’ sighed Fred ‘Everyone knows you guys like each other, all expect you two. So just put us out of this in denial misery and just get together!’

‘We would rather power through all the lovey dovely crap than the denial stage’ George said truthfully.

George looked past your shoulder. ‘Well good luck y/n!’ and hurriedly grabbed Fred away.

‘Wait what? Where are you going—’ You turned and yup now you knew why they left all of a sudden.

He is here right in front of you. After all the information that came into light you heart is beating faster than it ever was.

‘Hey Ollie! Congratulations!’

‘Thanks y/n. It’s because you were here’ he smiled.

‘You almost scared me to death when that bludger was coming towards you earlier you know….’ You admitted.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I thought you were gonna get knocked out!’

‘Well I’m one tough cookie.’ Oliver boasted. ‘It’ll take more than a bludger to knock me out!’

Wanting to test the twin’s remark, you asked ‘you seemed distracted Ollie, I have to say I never seen you loose focus in a game before!’

Oliver chuckled ‘well I guess it’s because it’s my first game as captain...’

See! That that Weasleys, it was nerves not me!

Then Oliver shook his head ‘actually it’s more than that--’ Moving closer. ‘I was looking for you during the game, I was trying to find you in the Ravenclaw stand but I couldn’t—’

‘That’s cause I was in the Gryffindor stand, you dummy!’ you interjected.

‘Yeah that twin told me that. But why? Why were you in the Gryffindor stand?’

Now it was your turn to step closer. ‘It was to show everyone that I’m there to fully support the Gryffindor team.’

‘Just the Gryffindor Team?’

‘Well the Gryffindor Team and their newly appointed, super handsome captain.’ You smirked

It was as if your words had given him the courage he needed. Which they did.

Oliver closed the gap between you two and took your hands in his.

Nervously running his thumbs across your hands, he confessed ‘It means a lot to me that you came here today, I know you usually are up in the Ravenclaw common room with your head in a book.’ He smiled. ‘But you came, you came y/n.’

Looking into your eyes, his own eyes watering a bit. ‘I searched for you in the stands whenever I could, you are my strength y/n and I wanted to impress you. Heck I almost got knocked out looking for you, to see how you’re there supporting me!’ he huffed. ‘But I wouldn’t change a thing.’

He took a deep breath. He is laying all his cards down. ‘Y/n L/n I like you, like I really really like you, more than a friend. Heck you know what? I might even love you. Yes Yes. Y/n L/n I have fallen in love with you. You are my world.’

Your heart swells in joy and love when you heard those words. ‘Ollie I---’

‘I know this is a lot and you might not feel the way. But I just hard to get it out, I know this changes a lot and probably was a stupid idea---’

He is blabbering now, and you know that Oliver blabbers when he’s nervous.

So you shut him up, not with your usual moaning but when a kiss.

You kissed him hard, you put all that you were meaning to say into that kiss.

It took a second for the shock to fade then he kissed back.

You pulled apart, smiling. Laughing at his shocked face, the -I can’t believe this happened, is this real- face still evident.

‘I feel the same way idiot, I was gonna say that before you cut me off’ you stated.

You kissed him again. ‘I love you. Oliver Wood.’

‘I love you too Y/n L/n’ tucking your hair behind your ear and leaning his forehead against yours.

This moment right here, was yours and his. It felt as if you were the only two beings in the world.

Until of course you got interrupted with a distant shout. ‘FINALLY!’ Ahh the Weasley Twins.

Well credits to them, they were right, and they were effective wingmen.

[hex6rcist]

The original ask for this was accidentally deleted so here it is in a post. The ask was along the lines of: Jin meeting reader when they start a conversation with him out of the blue. They go from friend, to FWB, to a relationship. Can be NSFW. I believe the asker was @slobbynblobby​ 

This ended up way longer than I had thought because I went with a weird format that isn’t really a fic but also isn’t really headcanons? So I hope that’s cool. Hope you enjoy. <3 

TW: Alcohol, nsfw, drunk sex 

WC: 4,200+

Jin x [F!] Reader Developing Relationship

First Meeting

Jin isn’t one to strike up a conversation with strangers in public. If he could help it he would actually avoid speaking in public at all. His tic makes it particularly difficult for him to communicate with anyone who doesn’t know him well enough and can often times embarrass him in public, so he’d rather just keep his mouth shut. 

However he won’t be outright cold to anyone out and about who tries to talk to him. He’ll do his best to give lost strangers directions, he’ll excuse himself if he bumps someone, he’ll thank the person at the checkout counter. He’s not a dick. If anything he can just come off as curt as he tries to keep his ticing to an unoffensive minimum. 

When you sit next to him on the late night train he gives a polite bob of his head but that’s about it. It was never a problem for him if he was brusque in a public setting because no one expected much more. But you sat for a while, fiddling with the end of your shirt and letting your eyes wander around the train. Being late it wasn’t as packed as usual but everyone was still seated close together. Idly you two bump knees. 

Jin draws his knees in closer, eyes shifting over to see if he’d bothered you. He was surprised when you were looking right back at him. Your nose twitched in a way that Jin thought was cute but could have possibly been an indication of disgust. His eyes quickly shifted away and he mumbled a short, “Sorry.” 

You give a small smirk. “Never apologize mister, it’s a sign of weakness.” He’s a little taken aback by the response, unsure of what to say to that. “I take it you’ve never heard of John Wayne huh?” He simply shook his head no and your nose gave another one of those cute twitches. “He’s an American actor form the 1940s. He was in a bunch of these cool western films, ya know the ones about cowboys? And he always plays these tough guys who say cool shit like, ‘Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.’” You’d struck your best tough guy face and put on a drawl, making Jin chuckle lightly. A little smile plays on your face too. You like his laugh and wanna hear more.    

You chat for so long Jin is actually surprised when the train comes to a halt and you start to grab your things. “Sorry, my stop. It was nice talking to you. Maybe I’ll see you again.” All he can get out is a pretty lame, “Oh, bye.” before you’re gone. In the silence you left him in he’s not sure how to feel. One part of him is glad that he’d gotten through a pretty normal conversation with a perfect stranger on the train. He felt normal which was refreshing. But another part of him wanted to kick himself for not getting your number or at least your name. 

Second Meeting

Jin wouldn’t want to outright admit that he was looking for you but he would say he ended up on that particular train more often than he would have before. The week passes by without a sighting and he comes close to giving up, he’s really starting to feel a little creepy. But that Friday night just before the train was about to depart you slide through the doors before they could close with a relieved sigh. Jin could feel his heart in his throat. Would you even remember him let alone sit by him again? Maybe you were just being polite that night. 

Sure enough when you recognize the cute blonde guy you’d chatted up just last week sitting in the same spot he’d been in before you don’t hesitate to flop down in the space next to him. “Hey there, good to see you again. I realized I didn’t introduce myself before I got off last time and felt so rude. Especially after you let me talk your ear off. I’m y/n!” Jin really couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m Jin.” “No I’m not!”  He flinched slightly at his outburst. Last time he saw you he had been doing well for a while but things tended to change fast with him. Once again Jin noticed your nose crinkle a bit but you ignored his outburst. “Jin, I like that name. It suits you.” 

Just like last time you spend the whole ride chatting. Jin doesn’t let on that he’d come to take this train every night since you met just to see you but you reveal to him that you work the late shift at a bar in Kamino Ward So you always take this train back home on the weekends. He decides that makes sense for you, the kinda girl who starts a conversation with a stranger on the train, to work at a bar. “Why do you take this train?” Obviously he doesn’t want to tell you what his business in that part of the city is so he settles on saying he also works in the area but takes the late train home because he likes to hang out at the bar after work. 

This time when you get up to leave he’s a little more ready, It’s the same stop you got off at last time. “It was nice talking again Jin! You should come by my bar some time. I’ll buy you a drink. I work tomorrow night if you’re interested.” With a little wave he watches you hop off the train. He can’t help but smile the whole way back to his shitty motel. Sure he hadn’t manned up enough to ask for your number yet, but at least now he didn’t have to feel like a stalker. 

Becoming Friends

The night after your second meeting Jin had decided to come and meet you at the bar. He was glad when he realized it was more of a small dive and not one of the clubs with a thrumming bass. This definitely suited him better. Though it was still a Saturday night and the place was kind of packed he was able to find a seat at the end of the bar. When you noticed him you couldn’t help but be excited. “You came!” You made your way to him, cutting your conversation short with another man. You being so excited to see him and the dirty look the guy shot him went to Jin’s head juuuuust a little bit if he was being honest. 

“Okay, okay let me think. I’m so good at guessing what people like to drink so don’t tell me okay!” He gives a short nod, “Alright impress me.” You stand back and act like you’re framing him up in a camera shot while he makes goofy poses. “Mhm, yeah, that’s good, yup. Okay! I got it!” You throw open one of the coolers and pull out the cheapest beer you got before cracking it open and placing it in front of him. “Oh, you are good.” “Whaddaya think I’m cheap?” You giggle and shrug, “Not cheap, just not one for frills, beer is beer.” This time when your nose wrinkles he realized it for what it was, a little tic of your own.

Jin ends up at the bar with you every weekend and every time he comes you’re just as excited as the first. What had started off as a chance meeting on the train turned into a friendship. He loved to watch you work, effortlessly juggling social situations in a way he couldn’t imagine doing. You really were a people person and he just really liked that about you. 

Though his favorite part of the weekend really had to be when the two of you walked to the train together. It was strangely intimate to share such a casual routine with you. And he was glad he could. He really didn’t like the thought of you making the walk to the train on your own that late at night in that part of the city. He knew you could take care of yourself, he’d seen you break up plenty of bar altercations, but he also knew what kind of threats stalked these streets and with your friendly nature he worries someone might lure you in. 

The biggest thing Jin noticed once he spent more time with you is just how damn friendly you could be. You were downright kind in a way he didn’t often see. You were the kind of girl who’d give a bum your last dollar, your last cigarette, and ask about their day. It always took him aback that in a world like this someone as sweet as you could exist. 

FWB

Jin knew he was attracted to you. He knew as soon as he met you. Though if he was being more honest he’d say it wasn’t as much an attraction as it was a crush. You were funny, smart, beautiful, sweet, the whole package really. and he knows he’s not the only one interested. Plenty of other men at the bar vied for your attention, leaving large tips and their phone numbers or leaning over the bar just to get closer to you. It made him glad you never really drank at work. He didn’t want anyone to try and take advantage. 

That’s why he was shocked to see you downing shots with one of your other regulars when he entered the bar one Sunday night. You frantically gesture for him to come join you and the small group of regulars at that end of the bar, opposite where he’d normally sit. He approached shyly. He knew some faces and some names but never chose to interact much with other customers, much preferring your company. But you happily introduced him to the group before revealing it was one of the patron’s birthdays. Later you two would remember this as the night that Jin met party y/n.

Needless to say you all got pretty trashed, buying the birthday boy, Jin, and yourself shots. By the end of the night you had a hard enough time closing up the bar on your own Jin jumped in to help put up chairs and mop while you focused heavily on counting the till and pulling the money you spent past your comp tab out of your tips. 

It really wasn’t until you two had gotten on the train that you both realized how drunk you were. You head lolled onto his shoulder as you two tried to quell fits of giggles, much to the annoyance of the other passengers. When your stop rolled around you both agreed it’d be safest if Jin walked you home. 

At first it didn’t really hit you but the closer you got to home the more you started to think. Should you invite him in? You looked at Jin from the corner of you eye. He wasn’t the only one with a crush. You knew you wanted to invite him in and you were just drunk enough to take the leap. But then how clean was your apartment right now? Did you leave you underwear from this morning on the floor? Is your makeup all over the bathroom counter? All these thoughts abandoned ship however when you reached your door. Jin shifted from foot to foot awkwardly while you fumbled with your keys. Finally you got them in the lock and opened the door. Moment of truth. “You wanna come in?” 

You two were barely through the door when your lips found his. Neither of you was sure who’d leaned in first and neither of you cared. In an instant your hands were all over each other. Groping, caressing, feeling it seemed neither of you could get enough. Your nails raked through his hair and his strong hands had found their way under the hem of your shirt to grab your waist. The feeling of his hands on your bare skin is all it took to finally get the two of you out of the entryway and stumbling towards your room. 

You both laughed lightly as you guided him by the hand through your dark apartment, tripping over nothing and bumping into walls and each other. When you two finally reach your room he’s pleasantly surprised by the way you push him down onto the bed and climb on top of him. He’s almost thankful for his inebriated state and the confidence it gave him. While your lips pressed to his neck, kissing and nipping, his hands found their way to your ass, giving a firm squeeze. 

Both you and Jin eagerly shucked off each other’s clothing. Once you were naked and laying below Jin you couldn’t help but feel just a little shy, cheeks tinting pink. He let his hands glide along the length of your body before they found your hips and squeezed. “You’re so beautiful.” “I’m gonna fuck you so good.” Your lower lip caught between your teeth as Jin lowered his head to start kissing down your stomach, the tickle of his scruff making you giggle. 

Jin settled himself between your legs, his broad shoulders keeping them spread for him. Just before his lips found the spot where you wanted them most he took a detour to nip playfully at your inner thigh. You gave a little yelp your toes curling as you giggled again. “Jin! Don’t tease me.” Not wanting to leave a pretty girl waiting he finally let his tongue lave up the length of your wet cunt, just to get a taste of you. His tongue found it’s way to your clit, circling around the sensitive bud in a way that made you moan. Your head fell back onto your pillow as your thighs squeezed to trap Jin’s head. Not that he minded. His large calloused fingers probed shyly at your entrance, feeling how wet you are from his treatment. He pulled back just long enough to press his fingers to your mouth. You part plush lips to take his fingers in and suck on them. He moaned, the feeling sending a shock though his system. He loved how you looked right then, eyes glazed with lust and his fingers in your mouth. He slowly thrust them in and out, letting you get them nice and prepped before he couldn’t wait any more. “Good girl.” “You’re such a slut.” Eagerly Jin returned to his spot between your thighs. He gave himself the privilege of watching one of his fingers enter your tight pussy. Even though it was only his fingers he couldn’t stop the satisfied sigh that fell form his lips before he went back to your clit. 

Jin made sure you were well and satisfied before finally standing and pulling you to the edge of the bed. He gave his achingly hard dick a few stroked before slowly pushing it inside you. “Oh fuck!” The way your thighs quivered and your voice hitched was enough to drive him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to pound into you but he held it together. He wanted you to enjoy it as much as him. He locked eyes with you and let his hands cup your face. He thrust slow and hard, groaning softly. “You feel so fucking good, y/n.” “I wanna make you scream for me.” Jin’s cock stretched you so good you could only reply in small whimpers and moans. Your hand found the back of Jin’s head pulling him so close your foreheads touch before you lock lips in a heated kiss. 

When you finally adjust your legs wrap tightly around his hips and you press yourself farther into him. Jin gladly takes the cue and his hips begin to move at a brutal pace. The first hard thrust arches your back and rips a loud moan from you. He sits up, one hand pinning your hips to the bed and the other rubbing unrelenting circles on your clit. You’ve only just started and you can already feel an intense orgasm rippling through your body, making your legs tremble. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him only spurred Jin on further. 

The next morning Jin’s head was pounding. He squinted against the harsh light of the sun and buried his face into your chest. ‘... Wait...’ He shot up with a small gasp before looking around the room. It took him a moment to remember exactly what happened last night but the pieces slowly clicked together. He looked down at your still naked form, snoring softly next to him. He slowly lowered himself back down, laying on his side. He brushed your hair out of your face and took in your sleeping face. 

After that night you two had an admittedly awkward morning. You made coffee and some greasy breakfast food to quell your monster hangovers but you couldn’t ignore what had happened the night before. You also couldn’t ignore the lingering touches and eye contact between you two. Finally after eating and getting a few cups of coffee down Jin trapped you between his body and the kitchen counter. His fingers raked through your hair before cupping your cheek. Any resolve you had to not do this again was quickly replaced by need as you pull Jin in for a deep kiss. 

It would go on like this for the next 3 months. Stumbling back to your apartment on drunken nights, stealing kisses in alleyways, playful pinches and squeezes. You two had both tried to stop what was happening but you just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other after that first night. You’d both agreed to enjoy whatever this casual sexual relationship was for now. You were having fun and there was no reason to read too much into it. 

Relationship

“Hey Jin you going to see your girlfriend? When do we get to meet her?” Toga’s questions threw him through a loop. ‘Girlfriend.’ The word made him nervous but excited. And well at this point he really wouldn’t say that you weren’t his girlfriend. Neither of you was really sure when it happened, but it just dawned on you both one day that things had just gotten more serious. Nights of stumbling back to your apartment to hook up turned slowly into walking home hand in hand to watch a movie on the couch. You now cooked more meals together instead of just breakfast. Hot, passionate kisses turned to slow, sweet smooches. In the end though neither of you minded all that much. It was nice. Comfortable. “Yeah I am.” “You’ll never meet her!” 

That night when Jin met you at the bar he found it hard to keep his heartbeat steady. That word just wouldn’t leave his mind, ‘girlfriend.’ You crack open a beer and place it in front of him before leaning over the bar to press a chaste kiss to his lips. It had become more common for you to greet him with little kisses and sweet hugs. That had to mean you felt the same right? You were both on the same page? 

At the end of the night it took all of Jin’s courage. But once the bar was closed down and you two was sharing one last beer in the dim light he decided now was the best time. “Y/n, you know how I feel about you right?” Your nose crinkled in the way he loved and your cheeks flushed. “I think I have a pretty good idea...” Jin nodded, “Good because I want us to be on the same page. I want you to be my girlfriend.” God that word made your heart flutter. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for a sweet kiss. “Mmh, I like the sound of that.” 

Dating Jin most days was like a dream. He was handsome, funny, and loving. He wanted nothing more than to make you happy and you wanted to do the same for him. In a lot of ways he surprised you. A healthy and loving relationship wasn’t an easy find these days. That being said you knew Jin had his problems, you did too. No one was perfect. You two had a long discussion about what exactly to do when Jin had one of his episodes and that’s when he showed you his mask. If he was going to be with you he wanted to be honest. Finding out about the League was a hard pill to swallow but one you were willing to take. You had your own issues with the way this superhuman society was canted and you could understand why Jin did what he did. But it made you worry for him, not just for his physical safety but his emotional wellbeing too.

Jin had decided that the best way to make you feel better about the situation would be to introduce you to the league. They had really become his family and so had you. He figured if you could see firsthand what kind of support he had it’d put you at ease. So that’s how you ended up hanging out in an abandoned bar with some of Japan’s most wanted criminals. It was a little uncomfortable at first but the setting was familiar to you. Your attitude quickly put everyone at ease, and seeing Jin so happy definitely helped. 

Toga was probably the quickest to take to you. She was a romantic after all and she really felt that you and Jin were a perfect match. And you were so cute too! A little fact that didn’t escape Dabi’s attention. He made sure to give Jin a good clap on the back for that though he otherwise seemed uninterested in you. The others regarded you politely but with apprehension. Jin could be a little too trusting for a villain sometimes. Though no one would deny that you were a very cute couple, other than a disgruntled Shigaraki who’d only really agreed to this so Toga would stop asking. 

 After the first meeting Jin’s life fell into a kind of weird harmony. He moved out of his shitty motel and into your small apartment. He liked not hiding anything from you and feeling completely accepted for who he was. He knew his life would never be normal or peaceful but this was fulfilling, and that’s all a guy like him could ever ask for.  

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Mini Fanfic #672: Love Life & Simple Crushes (Persona 4 Arena Ultimax)

8:23 p.m. at the S.E.E.S. Living Room.....

Ken: (Turns to Mitsuru While Watching TV with Her on the Sofa) Hey, Mitsuru-Senpai?

Mitsuru: (Turns to Ken) Yes, Ken-Kun?

Ken: This might be weird to ask, but....Have you ever had any sort of romantic feelings towards anyone before?

Mitsuru: (Raised an Eyebrow at the Boy) "Romantic Feelings"?

Ken: Yeah. It's kind of like when you have a crush on someone. Does that ever happens to you?

Mitsuru: Not when I was younger, per say....(Suddenly Starts Blushing) But... nowadays....(Twirling her Hair a Little) Well.....

Yukari: (Happily Walks into the Living Room with a Tea Cup and a Bowl of Popcorn in her Hands) Popcorn's ready! (Gives Mitsuru her Cup of Tea) And here's a nice, warm tea for the Lovely Ice Queen herself. With a hint of this....(Gives Mitsuru a Kiss on the Check) on the side~

Ken: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock at What he Just Widened) !!!

Mitsuru: (Immediately Starts Blushing) Thank you, darl- (Eyes Widened Once She Realized What She Was About to Say) Y-Yukari!...I...('Clears Throat') W-What I meant to say was....Thank you, Yukari, for the tea.

Yukari: (Giggles Softly as She Sat Next to Mitsuru on her Side of the Sofa) Mitsuru, we already talked about this!~ You can call me "dear", "darling", or whatever kind of cute pet names you wanna call me. I really don't mind.

Mitsuru: ('Sigh') Very well. I'll...keep that in mind going forward.......darling~

Yukari: (Smiles Brightly as She Hugs Mitsuru Lovingly) See?~ Now wasn't that so hard?~

Mitsuru: I....(Begins to Smiles Softly Herself) Suppose not.

Yukari: (Smirks Playfully at the Lady) You know, for the tough, stern ice queen, you sure know how to get flustered so easily~

Mitsuru: (Starts Pouting in Annoyance) Don't press your luck tonight, Takeba. I am not in the mood of your casual teasings....

Yukari: Oh really?~ (Playfully Pokes on Mitsuru's Cheek) That's not what your pink cheeks are telling me~ (Giggles Once More)

Mitsuru: Knock it off!~

Ken: Okay! Seriously!! WHAT is happening right now!!!?

Mitsuru: (Gotten Genuinely Surprised by Ken's Sudden Outburst) K-Ken-Kun?!

Yukari: (Turns to See Ken's Surprised Look on his Face) Ohhhh... Riiiight...I uh...(Chuckles Awkwardly) Guess we never had the chance to tell you about this, haven't we?

Mitsuru: ('Sigh') We haven't......

Ken: (Points at Mitsuru) Y-Y-You....(Points at Yukari) a-a-and her.....(Points Back at Mitsuru) T-The darling and-

Mitsuru: ('Sigh') Yes, Ken-Kun. What you saw is true. Yukari and I are, in fact, in relationship with one another.

Yukari: (Happily Nodded) Yup~

Mitsuru: (Gives Ken a Motherly Glare) Now stop pointing at the both of us like that. We raised you better than to be rude.

Ken: (Puts his Hand Down on his Lap) Sorry. So.....How did this all of happened? I-If you don't mind me asking, of course....

Yukari: We've been together for a while now. One day, we started hanging out with another and....(Starts Blushing Herself) Along the way, we....started admitting our feelings towards one another.....(Points at Mitsuru) She totally started it first.

Mitsuru: (Glares at Yukari) Excuse you!? If I remembered correctly, YOU are the one who confessed your love to me first!~

Yukari: (Starts Looking Away a bit Shyly) Really? I dunno~ I think your memory might be wrong on that one...

Mitsuru: Yukari, I swear to-

Ken: So uh....

Mitsuru/Yukari: (Immediately Turns Back to Ken)

Ken: Whoever confessed their love to who first is the day you two started dating?

Mitsuru: ('Sigh') More or less, yes. (Frowns a Little) I hope you don't mind.

Ken: N-No! It's okay, Senpai! I-I-I don't mind you two dating at all! I-I was just surprised about it is all. I mean, I honestly thought you would have interest in Akihiko-Senpai this entire time.

Mitsuru: (Gives Ken a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Ken, why would I have romantic feelings towards my childhood friend?

Ken: Because he's....(Slowly Starts to Shrug) Was your childhood friend? I'd figured since you two knew each other for so long that you might have feelings towards one another.

Yukari: That is a common assumption.

Mitsuru: (Takes a bit of a Deep Breath Before Speaking) While it is true that Akihiko and I have been friends since we were children, I can assure you that neither of us has never had those kind of feelings towards one another. Our relationship is can perfectly be described as brother and sister. Nothing more.

Yukari: (Shrugged) That make sense.

Ken: (Nodded in Agreement) Yeah. (Smiles Softly) Still, I'm really happy for you and Yukari-san's relationship together.

Mitsuru: (Smiles Back at Ken) Thank you, sweetheart.

Yukari: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah. And don't worry. (Hugs Mitsuru Lovingly Again) I'll be sure to treat your mom like a proper ice queen~

Mitsuru: (Starts Blushing Yet Again) I told you a millionth time not to call me that......

Yukari: Sorry~ Guess I can't resist~ You are beautiful as the icy cold after all~

Mitsuru: (Blush Turns Bright Red) A-A-And you're as beautiful as pink roses on the Spring afternoon~

Yukari: (Giggles Softly) That's a good one~ (Kiss Mitsuru on the Cheek Once More) Thank you~

Mitsuru: (Smiles a Little as She Cuddles onto Yukari's Embrace a Little) You're welcome~

Ken: Aww~ You guys really are a cute couple.

Yukari: (Smiles Brightly at Ken) Why thank you, Ken-Kun~ But I believe that enough about us for one day. How about you tell us about your school life? (Forms a Playful Smirk on her Face) Have you found yourself a girlfriend yet?~

Mitsuru: (Puts on a Dark Glare on her Face) And if so, has she treat you with respect and dignity? Do I need to properly Introduce myself to her?

Ken: ('Sighs Heavily') School life is fine as always, I don't have a girlfriend yet, and if I do have one...(Turns To Mitsuru With Pleading Eyes) Pleeease don't stress yourself out over it. I'm positive that I wouldn't date anyone who would treat me so badly.

Mitsuru: I hope not or we will have an issue here.

Ken: (Facepalms Himself) Why are you like this?....

Mitsuru: You're a son to me and I love you with all of my heart.

Ken: (Sighs Before Smiling a Little) I love you too, mom. (Gently Grab Mitsuru's Hand) But seriously though, try not to worry too much about it, okay? I promise whoever I date will be good to me. Honest.

Mitsuru: (Stares at Ken For a Few Seconds Before Sighing) Very well. I won't worry too much about your teenage love life. (Pulls Ken into a Loving Hug) But just know that alone will never stop me from worrying about your well being.

Ken: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Whatever you say, mom....

Yukari: (Already Gushing Over the Duo Beside Her) (D'awww~ This is so precious already!~ I love this dorky family so much.)

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