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spicyschemmenti · 2 days ago

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FIRE DRILL FLIRTATION ➫ melissa schemmenti

pairing: melissa schemmenti x bimbo!teaching assistant!fem!reader

synopsis: during a routine fire drill, you stick a little too close to melissa, pressing against her and whispering sweet nothings that make her dangerously close to losing control

warnings: implied age gap, sexual tension, swearing, power dynamics?? work place setting, teasing, inappropriate behaviour

word count: 1.9k

author's note: omg, thanks for this request?? i loved writing it sm

based on this request: Melissa Schemmenti x Sassy Bimbo!Teaching Assistant!Fem reader mini series would be amazing! Kind of like your Alex Cabot ones but reader is more ditzy?

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The blaring fire alarm echoed through the halls of Abbott, sending kids and teachers pouring out of classrooms like a chaotic wave. You were supposed to be helping herd the kids toward the exit, but honestly? You were a little too distracted making sure your skirt didn’t ride up as you walked.

It wasn’t your fault that the outfit was maybe a little inappropriate for school. A tight, bubblegum-pink mini skirt that hugged your curves and showed off just enough leg to be dangerous, paired with a lacy, low-cut white tank top that was definitely pushing the limits of dress code. The little cropped cardigan you threw over it was more for show than anything else, and your glossy lips and perfectly winged eyeliner? Total bimbo perfection.

You knew the moment you caught Melissa’s eye this morning that she’d noticed. Her lips had pursed, her gaze lingering on your chest for a split second longer than necessary before she’d muttered something under her breath about “these damn kids” and stalked off.

Now, in the middle of a crowded hallway during a fire drill, you saw your chance.

“Ms Schemmenti!” you called out, your voice just a little too sweet as you teetered on your heels, pretending to look helpless as the crowd jostled you.

Melissa was a few steps ahead, guiding her class toward the doors with that no-nonsense attitude that made your knees weak. Her maroon blouse hugged her curves in all the right places, and those tight black slacks? Yeah, they weren’t doing you any favors either. She looked good. And the way she commanded the room, her voice calm but firm as she directed everyone toward safety? Ugh.

You bit your lip, feeling that familiar heat swirl low in your belly.

Melissa’s head snapped around at the sound of your voice, her eyes narrowing as she spotted you lagging behind. “Oh, for…” She muttered something under her breath, probably a prayer, and marched toward you with purpose.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she said, her tone clipped but not unkind as she grabbed your wrist and pulled you close. “Stick with me. I don’t need you gettin’ lost in this mess.”

Ohhh, she had no idea what she’d just done.

You let out a little breathy sigh, pressing yourself against her side like you needed her to keep you safe. Your arm looped through hers, your body molding to her, and you didn’t miss the way her muscles tensed at the sudden contact.

“Thanks, Ms Schemmenti,” you murmured, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. “It’s just… so crowded. And, like… I don’t wanna get trampled.”

Melissa’s jaw clenched. Jesus Christ, this girl’s gonna kill me.

She was trying—really trying—to focus on the kids and getting everyone outside safely, but it was damn near impossible when you were practically purring in her ear like that. And the way your body was pressed against her? Soft, warm, and so close. She could feel every curve, every subtle shift of your hips as you moved beside her.

Focus, Melissa. You’re at work. Surrounded by kids. This is not the time to be thinking about how good she smells.

But God help her, that sweet, floral perfume you wore was making her head swim.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low and gruff as she tried to maintain her composure, “you’re supposed to be helpin’ me keep the kids calm, not clingin’ to me like a lost puppy.”

But instead of letting go, you just… giggled. A soft, airy sound that went straight to her core.

“But Ms Schemmenti,” you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear as the crowd pressed in closer, “you’re just… so strong.”

Melissa’s breath caught. Fuck.

Her grip on your waist tightened instinctively, her hand resting just a little lower than it probably should have been. You felt it immediately, of course. And instead of pulling away, you leaned into it, your body practically melting against her side.

“Oops,” you murmured, a mischievous sparkle dancing in your eyes as you looked up at her through your lashes. “Sorry. It’s just… kinda tight in here.”

Yeah, that’s not the only thing that’s tight right now, Melissa thought, her jaw tightening as she dragged her eyes away from the way your lips were so close to hers.

Her mind was racing. She was supposed to be focused. But all she could think about was how soft your skin felt against her, how your perfume was making her dizzy, and how your damn giggles were making her heart beat way too fast.

Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life.

You could feel the tension rolling off of her, the way her body was practically vibrating with restraint. And it was so much fun to push her buttons. Melissa Schemmenti was always so cool, so in control but right now? You had her completely flustered, and it was delicious.

“I like when you take charge,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise, but you knew she heard it.

Melissa’s eyes snapped to yours, dark and dangerous, her jaw clenched so tight you thought she might crack a tooth.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low enough that it sent a shiver straight down your spine. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

Your lips curled into a sly smile, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Me? I’m just followin’ directions…”

But you both knew that was a lie. And from the way her fingers tightened on your waist, pulling you just a little closer as the crowd started to thin

You weren’t the only one feeling the heat.

The cool air hit you like a wave as the crowd of kids and teachers spilled out into the parking lot. But even with the breeze brushing against your bare legs, the heat simmering between you and Melissa didn’t let up.

“Alright, everybody stay in your lines,” Melissa barked, her voice sharp as ever, but there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. Like she was barely holding it together.

You could see it—the way her jaw clenched, the furrow in her brow, the slight flush creeping up her neck. She was frazzled. And it wasn’t from the fire drill.

It’s from you.

“Ms Schemmenti,” you purred, sidling up to her again even though there was zero reason for you to be that close. The kids were fine, standing in neat little lines with the other teachers. But here you were, all wide-eyed and innocent, pressing your body against her arm like you needed her to keep you safe.

Melissa didn’t move away. But she also didn’t look at you.

“Why’re you still glued to my side, sweetheart?” she muttered, her voice a little too gruff.

You tilted your head, blinking up at her with that sweet, ditzy expression that always made her weak in the knees. “I dunno… I just feel safer when I’m with you,” you murmured, leaning in just enough that your lips brushed the shell of her ear.

Safe? Oh, honey. If only you knew.

Melissa’s entire body went rigid, her jaw so tight you thought she might actually break something. Her mind was a mess. On one hand, she was supposed to be keeping things professional. You were her coworker, for God’s sake. A sweet, bubbly, barely qualified teaching assistant who had no idea what she was doing half the time.

But on the other hand?

You were driving her insane.

Melissa wasn’t blind. She’d noticed the way you looked at her—how your eyes lingered just a little too long when she bent over to pick something up, how your smile got a little brighter when she was around, how you always found a reason to touch her, even if it was just a light brush of your hand against hers.

And now? Pressed up against her like this, your body warm and soft and way too close?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… I’m gonna lose my damn mind.

“Sweetheart,” Melissa growled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You need to—”

“Relax,” you interrupted, your voice dripping with sugar as you tilted your head and looked up at her with that innocent, wide-eyed gaze that had gotten you out of trouble more times than you could count.

“But I like being close to you,” you murmured, your glossy lips curling into a playful pout. Your fingers brushed against her arm, trailing down her forearm so lightly it was almost innocent. Almost.

Melissa snapped.

“Jesus,” she muttered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd so fast you barely had time to process what was happening.

“Whoa!” you giggled, stumbling a little in your heels as she guided you toward the side of the building where the crowd couldn’t see. “Ms Schemmenti, what’s the rush?”

Her grip on your wrist loosened, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she turned to face you, her body just a little too close, her eyes dark and filled with something you hadn’t seen before.

“Do you enjoy testin’ my patience?” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, making your breath catch in your throat.

You blinked up at her, all wide-eyed innocence, but the smirk tugging at the corners of your lips gave you away. “I dunno what you’re talking about, Miss Schemmenti…”

Melissa’s jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing as she scanned your face. God, you were trouble.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she muttered, her hand still holding your wrist, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “You know exactly what you’re doin’.”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. She was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension crackling in the air like a live wire.

“Maybe,” you murmured softly, your eyes flickering to her lips before meeting her gaze again. “But… is it working?”

Oh, you little—

Melissa’s resolve was hanging by a thread.

Her body was practically vibrating with tension, her mind screaming at her to step back, to walk away, to be professional. But the way you were looking at her? The way your lips were just close enough to kiss?

She was this close to giving in.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice husky and low as her hand finally dropped from your wrist. But instead of stepping back, her fingers brushed against your waist, her touch light but burning through the thin fabric of your skirt.

“Yeah, Ms Schemmenti?” you whispered, your voice dripping with sugar, but your eyes? Oh, your eyes were full of heat.

Melissa’s gaze flickered to your lips, her resolve cracking, her breath hitching...

“Melissa!”

The voice snapped through the tension like a bucket of cold water.

Melissa jerked back, her hand dropping away from you so fast it was like she’d been burned.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, her face flushing as she turned to see Barbara waving her over.

“Looks like the drill’s over,” Barbara called, giving Melissa a look that was way too knowing. “We’re headin’ back inside.”

Melissa nodded stiffly, her jaw clenched as she tried to regain her composure.

But you?

Oh, you were smirking.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later, huh?” you murmured softly, your voice dripping with mischief as you brushed past her, your body just grazing against hers as you sauntered back toward the building.

Melissa didn’t move.

She just stood there, her jaw clenched, her body still on fire, and her mind screaming one thing over and over again:

I am so fucked.

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melondecarabia · 3 days ago

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⋆˙⟡ hotarubi nsfw headcanons

mdni!

fem reader

authors note: teeheehee :3 it's so late rn

tw: hotarubi is the horniest dorm, lowkey crazy subaru, masochism, zenji's third leg

smut under the cut!

subaru

no experience, which is pretty expected. he's waiting for the right one! which is you.

what if i told you he's a dominant top. if you ask, he can bottom, but by default he wants to top. gets incredibly horny to be the one to bring you pleasure.

speaking of pleasure, he would ask you to not masturbate! he wants you to seek him out whenever you're even slightly in the mood. tug on subaru's sleeve while he's talking to someone, and he'll politely excuse himself to help out. it keeps him assured you won't leave yandere coded

you might not notice, but he's horny at pretty much all times. first he's looking at the flowers around hotarubi, thinks about how you'd like their scent, and then he's thinking about the scent of sex that filled his room last night. oops.

he's into shibari. i just know it. he has the patience to make all those intricate patterns to bind you, and even finds it a good form of meditation. and when he's done tying you up? well, there's a powerful, state of the art vibrator with your name on it. it's in your favorite color too :)

his dick is very pretty! slightly longer, a soft rosy pink, and keeps his hair minimal, with usually only a bit of peach fuzz. he's so pent up he cums buckets.

seeing you laugh with some classmates might first ignite insecurity, but as his confidence strengthens with your help, subaru becomes possessive. that night, he's experimenting to find out how many orgasms it takes for you to forget the day's events.

he doesn't have much stamina, so the tactic is this: extend the foreplay and teasing for so long you start crying and begging for him to do something, and after getting you to the brink of overstimulation, he finally fucks you. cums even faster if you cry. a gentle sadist. though, even the slightest amount of overstimulation for him quickly results in quiet sobbing.

praises you constantly. calls you beautiful, says you're taking this so well, etc etc. will never degrade you. if he's jealous, he quietly insults the people who caused the ugly feeling.

very quiet, and communicates pleasure in hums and deep breaths. tries to get you to scream his name!

only has sex when there's plenty of time, and it has to be either in his or your room. preferably at his, since he's gone through the trouble to soundproof the walls and set up a hook for rigging.

very rarely lets you go down on him, not because he doesn't like it, but because he loses his composure so badly that he might even (gasp) let out a curse word!

for aftercare, subaru bathes you, and feeds you treats while pampering you with headpats and compliments.

haku

opposite of his captain, haku's… experienced. he has hooked up plenty of times, but hasn't even had a friends with benefits situation. commitment is scary.

when haku was in his slut era, he often topped. now that he's in a relationship with you, and he's comfortable? he's a submissive bottom. you can do whatever you want with him!

what if i said masochist haku. he's into bdsm. he calls you princess all day, but in private, your title is mistress.

his dick is average. keeps the hair tamed enough, nothing special… he's already disappointed his family. that is to say, he has 3 jacob's ladder piercings.

haku's not that horny! but then you walk in or send him a text or he looks at his lockscreen… he's down diabolical. sends thirsty texts, even in class.

the two of you had attended a tea tasting ceremony, featuring high quality matcha. it was prepared by subaru, and zenji had recited poetry for entertainment. as soon as you close the door to his room and turn around, haku is already kneeling and asks you to spit in his mouth for another taste. and you do, because he managed to keep it in his pants for the day. he swallows and thanks you.

teases you by wearing a leather harness under his shirt, and flashes it to you during the day.

favorite hobby? making out with you. even if it doesn't lead to sex, being around you is comforting. also likes to cuddle and listen to your heartbeat.

moaner final boss. kissing him? moan. slapping his dick? moan. sucking his nipple? you already know it. loud!

he would do it anywhere, but due to his volume, it's better to do it in private.

date idea! getting an r&r permit, and visiting a new novelty love hotel room. his favorite so far was a castle themed one.

as he likes to be tormented, aftercare is on you. icing any bruises, words of love, etc. he looks adorable while sipping on a juice box under the covers.

zenji

let's say he can touch you. brought back to life or whatever.

has had a few experiences, and remembers them fondly! would tell you about them if asked.

switch vers. does whatever feels right at the moment, with very strong enthusiasm.

that being said, zenji would very much like for you to sit on his face at all times. or let him eat you out in any other way. will beg on his knees, and he might be into that. reminds him of old courting rituals. also nicely asks you to not shave, saying something about wild nature?

absolutely cums untouched while doing it too. scent, taste, touch… he gets lost in the sauce, and whines if you move away.

his obsession with pussy might be for the better, as his dick is actually huge. the biggest out of the ghouls, or entire campus actually. also goes au naturel, hair wise. the happy trail he has… hehehe.

only practices penetrative sex after a lot of preparation. thankfully, he's self aware of what mother nature has given him.

if the two of you do go for it, he absolutely holds hands during it. cries openly while repeating your name, and babbles broken poetry about stars in your eyes.

constantly ready. not actively horny, but very easily aroused. a simple sentence whispered in his ear will get him to shiver with anticipation.

keeps pen and paper closeby to immediately write about your tryst between sheets, and even does it between rounds.

if zenji's frustrated that the words aren't flowing on paper like they're supposed to, sitting on his desk and opening your legs will immediately cheer him up. there's practically a wagging tail visible as he lifts your skirt up and gets to work.

sensitive nipples. you could get zenji to cum just by playing with them.

whimperer supreme! also extremely talkative, and not just with compliments. he gets off by describing how your body reacts to each action.

frequently suggests outdoor sex, especially on sunny days. if you're away for a while, he uses the time the two of you made love in an apple orchard as fodder for… self love. he misses you already :( writes about it and gives the letters to you.

aftercare with zenji? calming down in each other's arms while making eye contact. he'll eventually move to get a towel to wipe you down and fetch some water, but he loves these moments so deeply. just a moment more.

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #subaru kagami #haku kusanagi #zenji kotodama #subaru kagami x reader #haku kusanagi x reader #zenji kotodama x reader

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yueichihara · 19 hours ago

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“Tonight, only I am allowed to share this bed with you.”

Okay guys, so... this is something that came up after reading Sylus' Magnum Opus, it's supposed to be a continuation. Please excuse any gramatical errors, english is not my first language, but to be honest, I'm just to anxious and lazy to ever edit these.

Have a blast.

f!mc x sylus | kisses | fluff | a little something maybe, nothing too explicit, though (i think) | undressing

You can feel your heart swelling up, the butterflies in your stomach have nowhere else to go and every part of your body is tingling now. You watch Sylus as he stares at you, his gaze unbearably filled with love. Before you know it, you’re tip-toeing to reach him. You put your arms around his neck and brush your lips against his.

You no longer want him to leave. Actually, you never wanted him to. And probably, he was thinking the same thing because before you know it, his arms are around your waist pushing you inside again. His lips are on you, in a more tender kiss.

He suddenly lets go and you’re left blinking, mourning the loss of his touch. He only stares at you, his gaze darker. He pushes the door with his foot and reaches out behind himself to grab the lock.

“You’re being bad, kitten. I was ready to leave.” He says softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You know that if you tell him no, he will turn around, open the door and walk back out. Never questioning, always letting you decide if you want him. But you don’t. At this point, you need him. And maybe you always have.

So you walk to him and put your hands on his chest, feeling his heart quicken. You move them to the back of his neck and pull him down. He complies.

“No, you were not.”

This kiss is hungrier, slower. You feel his hands on the small of your back before he moves them downwards, past your ass, and he bends down to grab your thighs and pull you up.

“Where.” More an order than a question. You lock your ankles behind him and nuzzle against his neck.

“Bed.” You say before kissing his neck. A growl escapes him as he starts walking towards your bedroom.

He’s not sleeping on the floor tonight.

You’re kissing again, your hands making a mess out of his hair. You’re grabbing and pulling, savoring the taste of his mouth. You can still smell the face cream on him.

He puts you down in the middle of the bed, not breaking the kiss. He’s on top of you, lazily exploring your sides. He moves his hands to the edge of your jeans, drawing a line as he gets to the zipper. He pulls away and unzips your jeans, pulling further away so he could take them off you.

And then he suddenly freezes. His gaze on something next to your face.

You turn your head and find yourself staring into the eyes of the fussy kitty. You can’t help but burst out laughing. Sylus looks at you like you’ve gone crazy.

“I thought you’d said you’ve put them all in the glass cases.” He moves to the edge of the bed and takes off your slippers, you’re still shaking from laughing. The fussy kitty isn’t the only one on the bed, there just wasn’t enough space in the cases for all of them.

Sylus takes one of your legs and grabs the rim of your jeans, he starts carefully pulling it off. He grabs your other leg and pulls them both off.

As he lets go, a gentle breeze brushes your bare legs and you stare at him. All laughter suddenly gone.

You watch him as he takes off his jacket, his gaze set on you. He unbuckles his belt and takes it off, letting it fall beside him on the floor, next to the jacket. You sit up, taking the edge of your hoodie before deciding to also grab your shirt and take everything off in one go, throwing it all to the side of the bed. You turn to Sylus and lock eyes with him. He’s unzipped his leather pants and has taken his boots off. He slowly climbs up the bed, on top of you, only to reach and throw all the plushies to the floor.

“Tonight, only I am allowed to share this bed with you.” He smirks and touches your cheek. You can feel the heat rising on your stomach and face.

You suddenly wonder if you’re even going to get any sleep.

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chilliradio · 2 days ago

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Carlos didn’t see him after the race. Even waited around in the paddock, dodging all the ecstatic Mclaren staff rushing past him to the garage as he waited for Oscar to show. Carlos wasn’t brave enough to venture into a celebrating sea of papaya to find him, so he tugged his phone out of his pocket and pulled up Oscar’s messages thread as he slinked away, unnoticed, rain-damp jacket blending in against the dark blue pavement.

Carlos hesitates with the words for too long, wondering what to say, what Oscar might want to hear. He dodges more people making their way past him and accidently hits the send button too soon, realises he doesn’t know how to fix it, so he just leaves it as is anyway.

Still at the same hotel tonight. If you need

Oscar doesn’t reply.

Carlos is half expecting an immediate response. A few simple words at the least, a cryptic sentence at the most. He’s also half expecting to not hear from Oscar again until next week, once he’s cooled off and pushed everything back down into the bottle of his seemingly endless emotional storage. Could swing either way. Carlos has spent long enough trying to decode Oscar’s silences that he would like to think he’s getting better at it, but all he has right now to gauge Oscar’s mood by is his race, the movements of his car reading like an extension of Oscar’s own physical tells.

There was anger, a firm set to his mouth, wheels spinning in the grass. Frustration, the cold set of his eyes, water spraying off the edges of the racing line. Determination, the furrow between his brows, getting too close to barriers and breaking late into every corner.

Carlos doesn’t hang around the paddock any longer than he has to. He briefly entertains the idea of storming into the gaudy orange motorhome as he walks past it, eyes downcast to watch the puddles ripple under his shoes. But he doesn’t know what he would even do if he did find Oscar hiding in his driver's room, rightfully licking his wounds. Besides, he’s got family around this weekend to help him. He’s got support if he wants it. He doesn’t need Carlos.

But the traitorous, longing part in the back of Carlos’s mind likes to think that maybe Oscar does need him. Maybe he needs someone that isn’t disappointed in him. Someone who understands what it’s like to make one mistake and get stuck in a mental loop of reliving that moment, wondering how to fix it, how to restart the race and make sure that never happens. Someone who can feel the steering wheel snapping too hard. The helpless, uncontrollable slide of the car going sideways.

Carlos’s phone stays silent on the way back to the hotel. He gets a text from Alex when he’s in the lobby, which he replies to by re-congratulating and politely declining the invitation out in favour of sitting on the floor of his room with back against the bed, waiting.

He sends Lando a congratulating message too, knowing he’ll be too busy to reply anyway.

Carlos has almost managed to convince himself that he won’t get to see Oscar in this hotel room again and that he’s perfectly fine with that, right when there’s a short knock on the door. Carlos stops tapping his fingers against his ribcage and pushes himself to his knees at the end of the bed. He looks over the neatly made sheets and lets the memory of Oscar’s hands push him against them. He thinks of the incessant rain, wearing a headset instead of a helmet.

Another quiet knock on the door. Carlos scrambles to his feet and yanks it open.

Oscar stares at him, unmoving. He’s wearing a black cap, orange symbol front and centre, and a plain black hoodie. Carlos can’t even see any sign of the rain on his shoulders. The material is too dark.

Oscar opens his mouth and struggles to fill it with words, instead just gesturing vaguely to the room behind Carlos. He clears his throat.

“Can I…?”

“Of course, sorry. Come in.” Carlos steps back, leaving plenty of room for Oscar to go past him, but he brushes close as he walks into the room. The sensation of his shoulder brushing against Carlos’s chest sends shivers running out his limbs, down to the tips of his fingers and toes. He wonders if the sharp feeling that being around Oscar brings out in him will ever dull. He isn’t sure if it would be a relief for it to lose its edge, or if it would just be yet another thing to miss. Crave.

Oscar stands in the middle of the room with his hands in his hoodie pocket. There’s a dejected slope to his shoulders that has Carlos’s chest aching. He steps closer, hands already reaching out, and Oscar. Oscar folds.

Carlos has always loved the fact that they’re pretty much the same height. It has always made hugging Oscar feel so right, like they just fit. When Oscar steps into his arms this time, it’s different. He crumples. Wraps his arms around Carlos’s waist and rests his head on his shoulder, curling over to rest his weight against him.

Carlos holds him as tightly as he dares, wary of making Oscar feel too trapped, overwhelmed.

Carlos counts four heartbeats in the silence before Oscar murmurs something into his shoulder.

“Huh? I cannot hear you.”

Oscar shifts so his face isn’t stuffed into the material of Carlos’s hoodie. He leans back, hiding his face under the brim of his cap as he says, “Sorry ‘bout your race.”

Carlos feels the urge to cry and laugh at the same time. The abrupt end to his race feels like a lifetime ago already. He lets his hands slip to Oscar’s shoulders, digs his fingers in for a moment like a mini massage.

“Thank you. And I am sorry about yours.”

Oscar pulls back from Carlos’s touch, eyes downcast, and steps over towards the window. The sun has already set, but there’s patches of murky purple sky beyond the city skyline. The orange glow of lights reflecting off the clouds creates a halo around Oscar's silhouette.

Oscar hums noncommittally. Carlos pulls the drawstring of his hoodie between his fingers and rolls it back and forth.

“Are you going to…” Carlos starts to ask, then realises he doesn’t know quite what he’s trying to ask. He quickly swerves around the idea of celebrating a home race being lost. “Your family, they are expecting you, no?”

Oscar shakes his head and finally turns around so Carlos can see his face, his nose scrunched up briefly.

“Nah. Told them I just needed… time.”

Oscar shrugs like it means nothing and glances over at the abstract art hanging on the walls. A splatter of what looks like black ink on white background, nestled in a sleek frame. Carlos can’t make heads or tails of it. It looks like a mistake, a mess to be cleaned up, yet it sits behind sparkling clean glass.

Carlos nods absently and sits on the edge of the bed. His fingers continue fiddling with the drawstring of his jumper, wanting to feed it between his teeth so he has something to focus on, other than imagining walking across the room and physically picking Oscar up and squeezing him. He’s got all kinds of strange energy coiling up in his stomach and shapeless thoughts flitting through his mind, unable to pin any of it down.

He feels a bit like the splatter of ink at the moment. He can't make anything he feels make sense. Can't wipe the slate clean either, forced to see it all behind a cold shield of glass.

The mattress shifts, sinking slightly to Carlos’s side. Oscar mirrors Carlos’s position, sitting on the edge of bed an arm’s length away, then Carlos watches as he folds himself in half so he can lay on the creased sheets, perfectly aligned so his head comes to rest in Carlos lap.

Carlos blinks. “Oh.”

His fingers stop pulling at the loose thread poking out from his hoodie string. Another heartbeat and Oscar shifts, knocking his own hat off his head with a flick of his hand so it falls to the floor and he settles in properly, letting all his weight rest on Carlos’s thighs.

It feels like Carlos can’t breathe around the swell of emotion that rises in the back of his throat, but he takes the obvious invitation and settles his fingers over the nape of Oscar’s neck, gently scratching through his hair, from the base of his skull to the crown of his head.

Oscar sighs, and Carlos can feel the warmth of it through the material of his sweatpants. He tries to think of something to say, anything that would sit well with them in the quiet of the room, but his mind is coming up blank. Instead, he focuses instead on the unwinding coils of his stomach as they relax, breathing in time with the rhythmic rise and fall of Oscar’s chest.

He doesn’t know how long they stay there. Carlos cards his hand through Oscar's hair in soothing, repetitive motions. It's soft against his skin. Clean from a shower after the race. Then it slips through his fingers entirely and out of reach when Oscar sits up again and looks at Carlos.

His hair is flopping down in his eyes now without a hat or Carlos’s hand to hold it. Carlos doesn't dare move. He feels a bit like he’s trying to not to scare Oscar off, like he is a stray cat who’s trust needs to be earned with stillness and patience. Carlos is more than willing to wait.

He watches Carlos with heavy eyes for a moment before he moves, digging his knees into the mattress and crawling closer so he can hitch a leg over and settle in Carlos’s lap.

Carlos’s hands hover uncertainly for a moment, fiddling with the edge of Oscar’s hoodie as he smiles up at him. “Hey.”

Oscar offers a half smile, eyes going soft and crinkly around the edges. One of Carlos’s favourite looks. “Hi.”

He doesn’t give Carlos a chance to say any more before he dips his head and captures his lips in a slow kiss. Oscar cradles Carlos’s jaw, threads his fingers through the back of Carlos’s hair as he presses close, mouth moving with a kind of calm reverence that feels more like he’s reciting prayers, whispering secrets against the sharp edge of Carlos’s teeth where he knows they will be kept safe.

Carlos holds Oscar’s hips firmly now, trying to ground himself more than anything, and he can feel his mind going floaty, body going lax under the comforting weight of Oscar on top of him. He flexes his hands and grips the edges of Oscar’s hoodie to bring himself back into focus and reluctantly breaks off. Brain buzzing with distant questions, Carlos rests a hand on the small of Oscar’s back as he pulls away so he knows he doesn’t want him going anywhere.

“Oscar.”

The soft light from the window casts Oscar’s face into gentle shadows. He nudges forward, bumping their noses together. Carlos stares at the flutter of Oscar’s eyelashes, knowing he’s looking at Carlos’s lips and feeling like a messy splatter of ink about it.

“Hmm?”

I just needed… time.

Oscar could have gone anywhere tonight. Been with anyone. There’s a whole city out there, a place that cradled a younger Oscar, a place that now cheers for him. He could be anywhere he wants to be. But he’s here.

“What do you want?” Carlos murmurs the question quietly. He runs a hand up along Oscar’s spine as he speaks, marveling at the way he arches under his touch. His breathing is uneven, choppy. Carlos isn’t doing much better.

“Uhm.” Oscar gently pulls Carlos’s hair, twisting it between his fingers. “A fuckin’ time machine, maybe.”

Carlos snorts. His hand reaches the back of Oscar’s neck where he holds him firm. Oscar somehow presses his body even closer.

“Yeah? Like the one from- what is it? Back To The Future?”

“Exactly like that. Just drive right on back into the past. That'd be perfect.”

He’s smiling, a gentle thing. Carlos mirrors that smile without thinking. He’s just happy to have got a reaction out of Oscar at all.

“And how far back would you go?” Carlos asks, a bit selfishly. Always wanting to know what is going on in Oscar’s mind is a kind of hunger that Carlos has become accustomed to by now. He lets it sit in his gut like a stomach ache, feeds it whenever he can.

Carlos tries to guess his reply before he says it. He thinks of the race, the rain, sitting at the pitwall in jeans and a jacket. Watching the screens. Watching Oscar.

Oscar hums and squints one eye closed, then smiles, mischievous, before he answers. “Reckon I’d go back to… Wednesday. Tuesday, even.”

Carlos sighs and closes his eyes, knowing exactly what Oscar means. The last time Oscar was in this room. In this very bed.

Carlos makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, going for indignant and failing miserably. He didn’t expect Oscar to pick the best moments to relive, instead of the worst moments to fix.

“Well, then you must take me with you, Oscar.”

“Well, of course,” Oscar says through another achingly soft smile.

Carlos leans forward to hide his grin against the line of Oscar’s jaw, pressing kisses against the moles dotting his skin.

“And what else do you want?”

Carlos feels like he is fishing for a specific answer, but even as he asks the same question again, he still doesn’t know what it is he wants to hear. His stomach growls with hunger for more of Oscar and scraping his teeth against the taunt muscle of his neck does little to sedate it.

“Ah, um…” Oscar shifts in his lap, a tremor running through his body. “Been craving churros lately.”

Carlos can’t help but laugh a bit wetly into the collar of his hoodie.

Oscar’s hand still cradles his head, holding him gently, running a thumb over the shell of Carlos’s ear. The delicate touch opens a pit of a yearning somewhere deep inside Carlos, and for an embarrassing moment he feels the urge to cry until he bites down on the inside of his cheek, hard, and the tidal wave subsides, roiling around his ribcage instead.

“Churros, eh? We could have room service if you want.”

Oscar’s eyes are shining when he tugs Carlos’ head back, searching his face.

“Not yet. I also want-” Oscar cuts himself off, worrying his teeth against his bottom lip. Carlos is so close, he can see the shudder of Oscar’s jaw as he forces the words out.

“I want you.” The words land like a shove to the chest. Carlos tries not to gape but he cannot keep his mouth closed, apparently. “I always want you, actually.”

And there it is. Carlos realises this is what he wanted to hear. Why Oscar chose to find safety in Carlos’s room instead of anywhere else tonight.

Carlos’s voice is tellingly thick when he speaks but he doesn’t care. The unexpected moment of vulnerability, Oscar showing him his soft underbelly without flinching has Carlos’s heart clenching in his chest. He cracks a smile anyway and jokes, “Say it one more time? I do not think I heard you.”

Oscar rolls his eyes. He’s still smiling. “Oh, fuck off. You heard me alright.”

Oscar’s hands land square on Carlos’s chest and he pushes him back against the mattress, holding himself up with hands on either side of his head. Carlos stares up at him, slack jaw and wanting eyes. The yearning in his chest twists violently.

“Say it again,” Carlos whispers. Greedy to hear it. Selfish, to make Oscar repeat himself.

Oscar cradles Carlos’s jaw and brushes his thumb over his bottom lip. The gentleness, overwhelming, is what slices Carlos open.

“I want you, Carlos."

#2.6k of carcar bc i have Feelings #and its my first f1 tumblr fic lets go!!#the freedom of posting without going through the horrors of the ao3 tagging system feels too good to be true #carcar #carlos #oscar #f1 #f1 fic #my writing

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SYNOPSIS — Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like involving himself with those at Chaconne academy, but when he finds out his little sister’s music teacher attends and she starts getting a little too close she forces him to let his guard down. Now he’s gotta juggle new people and new emotions entering his life and she’s got to face her past in order to hold tight to him and her future.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, angst non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎻

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . Strong angst themes, slow burn but mostly fluff. I’m not sure where this idea had come from considering I have 4 unfinished series out right now but I wrote this in 4 days so lets fucking go i guess??? Includes Choi Yeonjun, Bae Jinyoung, Kim Sunwoo, Jung Wooyoung, Shen Ricky, Xu Jiaqi and Asaya Jurin. Wc is 4.1k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | ENDING

“Sim Jaeyun if you don’t get off my fucking counter I’ll make sure you never stand again.” Jurin yells from the living room at a now frowning Jake

“How else am I supposed to put up the streamers?”

“With a ladder dipshit it's just in the basement.”

“Fuck that im not going down there? You know what happens when you go into a basement during a party?”

“First of all you jackass the party hasn't even started, and second that’s only in movies.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the banter between the two, it was a natural occurrence since all of you had started hanging out together rather than hanging out with Sunghoon and his friends some days and vice versa. There hasn’t been a day since then where Jake and Jurin hadn’t been at each other's throats.

Today wasn’t any different, all of you having gathered together at Jurins family vacation home for the break and today all of you would be celebrating Jiaqis birthday.

“Can you two go longer than 30 minutes without fighting?” Jinyoung who’d somehow always become the voice of reason along with Jay only seems to cause more chaos with his question.

“Maybe if he takes his ass off my counter.”

“I’m not getting that ladder!”

“For fucks sake ill get the damn latter.” Finally fed up, Wooyoung makes his way down the hall to get the ladder himself.

“You know I still can’t believe you agreed to come to this.” Jay takes a seat beside Sunghoon, not missing the way his gaze had been trained on you every now and then.

“Why do all of you keep saying that?”

“Because you’re you.” Sunghoon simply scoffs and rolls his eyes as he continues to blow up balloons.

“I’m starting to see why though, music teachers got you completely over the moon.”

“I think you’ve been hanging around Jake a little too much.” Sunghoon retorts, making Jay chuckle.

“That might be true, but what I said isn’t exactly a lie either is it? You like her.”

“I don’t like her. I just care about her, that's all, she means a lot to Yoari.”

“Just Yoari?” Interrupting the conversation between the two Jurin forces Jay up out of his seat, sending him off to get cups for their drinks which Yeonjun had conveniently forgot to bring with him to Jurins house.

This left Sunghoon alone again, this time alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t say it but Jay may have been absolutely right and for some reason that scared him.

The party was a small gathering. Rather than invite half the school that no one had talked to other than an occasional conversation about class notes or asking to borrow pencils, the gathering had been kept between just your friends. Consisting of just the ten of you with the addition of Jay’s cousin and his friends. As per usual the night entailed lots of yelling over board games and card games, this time with a lot more drinking involved. The conversations only went far left as Jake and Jurin started yet another argument with one another making everyone else slowly leave the table one by one.

You on the other hand chose to slip outside where you could get some peace and quiet, unknowingly Sunghoon wasn’t too far behind. The moment you took a seat on one of the lounge chairs you heard the back door slide open, making you turn your head. Once your eyes landed on Sunghoon you’d shoot him a smile as he made his way over and took the seat beside you.

“They still going in there?”

“The conversations somehow gone back to the ladder situation from earlier.’’ Sunghoon responds, a hint of confusion in his tone, earning a laugh from you.

“Sounds about right for the two of them.”

A comfortable silence lingered between the two of you, the only ambience heard amongst the silence being the crackling of the patio fire set by Jay earlier on, and the faint sound of Jake and Jurin going at it back inside.

“About last night.’’ Sunghoon had finally spoken up, putting an end to the comforting silence and the air around you grew thick at the mention of last night's topic.

“I’m sorry about my mom, I don’t know why she suddenly decided to pry last night, but I could tell the topic made you uncomfortable.’’

“It’s fine. Your mom was only trying to get to know who she hired, better late than never right?’’

Sunghoon could tell that you had been trying your best to act unbothered by the topic, but it was obviously a heavy one for you.

“Yeah I guess so.’’

“She doesn't know where we are.’’ you suddenly confess, at which Sunghoon just returns your confession with a look of confusion.

“My mom, she doesn’t know where me and my dad are.’’

“Yn you don’t have to tell me this.’’

“But I want to, I trust you.” at your sudden admission of trust Sunghoon fell silent, you trusted him?

“My dad and I we’ve been moving around since I was fifteen. One night he and my mom got into this really bad argument one night and it got heated. She even started throwing and breaking things and trying to physically hurt my dad. I had never seen her like that. She just completely lost it. I had to watch my dad pick up the pieces of a broken home, family photos covered in blood, picture frames broken. I cried so hard that day because for the first time in my life I was forced to realize my family was no longer a family. The neighbors called the police that day and they held my mom overnight, but by the time she got out we would already be gone. It was something my dad was thinking about for the longest time when my mom started to get unwell, but we never had a reason to until she snapped. My mom would call everyone lying telling them she got help just to find out where we were, she kept finding us and It got so bad that we had to cut ties with old friends and family members until she’d finally stopped a year ago. My dad was forced to give up everything so that we could move. He gave up our house, his first restaurant, the place he worked hard to keep up with since before I had even been born. We had to just leave everything behind and had to start new over and over. I’d gone through so many schools and Chaconne was my only chance at going to an actual good school where she couldn't find me. When I told you I didn’t know how my dad had got me into Chaconne I meant it, I’m not even sure how he managed to keep us afloat and manage the house he’d gotten for us now with us leaving everything behind.” you didn’t realize that tears had fallen from your eyes, but Sunghoon noticed the moment your voice became shaky and cracked almost instantaneously. This was a topic you only told Jurin and Jiaqi having been drunk off cough medicine and completely out of it on one of your sickly nights you cried and completely spilled your guts to them.

Sunghoon on the other hand didn’t know what to say, he felt furious, furious at your mother from having put you through all of that at such a young age, yet at the same time feeling a pain in his chest watching you – the girl that was always smiling and putting a smile on others face, break down in front of him. Without thinking he wraps his arms around you pulling you in against his chest, he knew for certain this would absolutely be brought up by Jay and Jake tomorrow if not tonight, but all he cared about in that moment was making sure you had been okay. He may not have had the right words to say to you, but him having held you in his arms until you were calm had been just enough.

“I’m sorry.’’ finally your tears stopped and your sniffling quieted down, allowing Sunghoon to finally pull away

“What for?’’

“For dropping all of that onto you, I shouldn’t have just said all of that, I probably ruined the mood.’’

“No i’m glad, i’m glad that you trusted me enough to let your guard down.’’ His eyes locked with yours, he nearly reached his hand up to brush the tear stains from your cheeks until the back door slid open and out walked Jiaqi, the others not too far behind.

“You two were out here the whole time while we had to sit through their cat and dog fight.’’ Yeonjun complains, plopping himself down on the opposing side of the fire. The once somber and gloomy atmosphere is now taking a turn for the best. From then on there was no more sad talk or arguing, just playful banter and conversations around the fire.

This was the first time since meeting Jake and Jay that Sunghoon had genuinely felt he belonged with a group of people. His guard was now completely down, and he wasn’t afraid to allow it. And though he wasn’t sure how long any of them would last and how long they’d remain in his life he would enjoy tonight. You on the other hand were just grateful to finally have a group of friends to call yours. A group of people that loved you wholeheartedly and shared a love for music just as you yourself did. It felt nice to have a group genuinely connect with you, you just hoped that your time with them would last, that you wouldn’t be forced to move yet again.

The next day consisted of what felt like one of the longest drives of the group's life, an hour long drive just to get to the beach, which all ultimately felt worth it when they’d arrived there two hours before sunrise. You felt an immediate sense of nostalgia when your feet hit the sand, to you it felt like home ultimately, after all you were grateful enough to have lived on that very beach. It had been Jurin and Jiaqis idea originally, knowing how much you missed your dad over the last two months you’d been attending Chaconne they made the executive decision to make Jinyoung drive all the way to your hometown. That way you got to see your dad and they would get the opportunity to lounge out on the sand.

Your time on the beach was indeed chaotic, between the guys making the collective decision to bury Jake in the sand and leaving him there, and Yeonjun losing his swimming trunks in the ocean. It was certainly an eventful time. Most of your time was spent out on the beach until sunset, it was then that you all finally decided it was time to make your way down the coast. All of you walked until you finally caught a familiar sight of a large building up on the rocks, a building that had been familiar to you since the moment you turned seventeen.

As you and the others step foot inside the restaurant you’re enveloped in the warmth and comfort of the atmosphere, it completely contrasts to the cool breeze that had been blowing outside on the beach. While the interior of the place had given a more modern and homey appeal it differed from the outside patio that had served as more of your typical tropical beach setting. The doors and window seals adorned with seashells that you and your dad had found when you would often accompany him on his boating trips for the new catch. Your dad and stepmother were more than happy to see that you’d returned home for a visit and with new friends to accompany you. Ultimately embarrassing you when they first saw you all enter, your dad having brought back your old childhood nickname ‘his little starfish’ and your stepmom immediately pressing kisses all over your face as she would often do when you were much younger. In your fathers eyes no matter how old you had gotten you would always be their little girl. Now that you all had finally arrived your dad had been more than happy to close down the restaurant for the night just you and your friends. Friends who seemed to have the time of their lives learning about you and your parents and how your life had been growing up here (of course you and your dad both left out the details of your actual mother). The night couldn’t have ended more perfectly in your eyes, having given your newfound friends a glimpse into your life growing up.

Sunghoon found himself hanging onto your dad and step moms every word about how you'd been as a child and your teen years. Now having gotten to know your dad it was obvious to him why you loved and praised him as much as you had. He talked about you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, his greatest accomplishment. Not to mention the similarities between the two of you having been absolutely uncanny, sharing the same eyes, same laugh, same smile. The smile found himself thinking about countless times. Even your home– the home that your father so graciously opened up to all of you for the night, had perfectly mirrored the characteristics of you and your family.

While most of the guys had gone to sleep you and the girls set out back huddled up by the fire together watching the stars and enjoying your time with just the three of you. That left Sunghoon sitting alone in the living room with a book in his hand, a book he’d been paying absolutely no attention to because he was far too busy looking out at you, thinking about all the new details he learned about you. With a sigh he throws the book off to the side and stands up from his seat, deciding to busy himself with looking at the pictures your father had put up throughout the house instead. Each picture making a faint smile curl onto his lips as they progressed.

“She was six there.’’ your fathers voice startled him, wiping the smile off his face as his head whips around to look at him.

“That was her first time picking up a guitar, her uncle's guitar. She wasn’t allowed to touch the instruments at his house but she picked it up anyway, he found her playing and he couldn’t even be mad at her he’d just sat and watched her play to her heart's content.’’ Sunghoon didn’t say a word, he simply listened to your fathers recollection of memory, unsure as to why he suddenly felt the need to storytell, but Sunghoon didn’t mind.

“This one was her eighth birthday, she got her first violin. She stayed up all night learning the strings and printing sheet music, didn’t get any sleep that night but it was worth it knowing my little girl was happy.’’ Eight years old, she had been the exact same as Yoari back then, Yoari had been persistent in her desire to learn music, Since the moment yn started teaching her she spent sleepless nights practicing her sheet music and random songs just to show you the next day knowing you would be proud of her.

Though Sunghoon didn’t know the meaning behind your father having suddenly told him the story behind all of your photos that night, your father was well aware that Sunghoon had no problem listening. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by him how attentive he was listening back at the restaurant or how often Sunghoon’s eyes would catch you when he would be looking over at the table. It was quite obvious that you were special and meant something to him and even though your father didn’t know exactly how the boy felt about you one thing was for certain, Sunghoon did indeed feel something for his little starfish.

Your father eventually left Sunghoon alone with his thoughts and the girls made their way inside, all of you having grown tired from the long day you had both today and yesterday. While the others had all gone inside and fell asleep you and Sunghoon had been the only two remaining awake. You still sat cozied up by the crackling fire watching the moon and reminiscing your childhood, soon being joined by Sunghoon who felt the need to keep you company.

“Do you-” Sunghoon starts only to stop upon seeing you look at him so attentively, he couldn’t do it, your beautiful eyes locked on him had him immediately tongue tied and he found it hard to ask the question that plagued his thoughts for quite some time now.

“I see why you missed home so much, it’s peaceful.’’ you respond with a soft hum, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, but I’ve also gotten quite used to the chaos.’’ you respond, finally glancing at him making his heart thump against his chest as they met his own.

The rest of the night was silent for the two of you, the sound of waves crashing and the crackling of the fire being your only interruptions. Meanwhile your father stood at the back window watching the two of you with a faint smile.

Though your time away from Chaconne had been truly amazing it was finally time to get back to classes and study groups. A chaotic and hectic week it would be with not only exams growing closer, but Yoaris recital being tonight. A night which not only you, but Yoari had been counting down since the moment the event had been presented.

“What do you mean you didn’t ask her are you stupid?’’

“Jake!?”

“What? He had the perfect opportunity to ask her and he didn’t.’’

“Yeah well it’s not like we can change the fact that he didn’t ask her.’’

“To hell we can’t where's your phone.’’ Jake makes his way over to Sunghoons desk searching through loose sheets of paper and old music sheets in search of his phone.

“Look, I backed out. She looked at me and then I just couldn't?”

“Dude the recital is tonight, you don’t exactly have all the time in the world to ask her.’’

“Fuck. I should have just kept my mouth shut, don’t know why I told you in the first place.’’ Sunghoon sighs and falls back onto his bed, sitting up almost immediately once he hears the sound of a phone ringing.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you your second chance.’’ Jake responds only moments before the ringing stops and your voice could be heard on the other line.

You were shocked to say the least when you saw Sunghoons name appear on your phone, he had never called you, of course he’d sent you videos of Yoari practicing here and there but he’d never called, rarely even texted other than the videos.

“Hello?” For a moment the line was silent, but you could hear faint shuffling on the other side.

“Sunghoon did you butt dial me or something?’’

“No- no i’m here sorry.’’

“Oh- did you need something? Did something happen you almost never call?’’

“Yeah. I mean– fuck no nothing happened I just had a question?’’ he responds, sounding unsure of his own words as they leave his mouth.

“Oh? Sure what’s up?”

“Would you want to go to the recital with me? Not as in you coming as a guest or family friend, but a date?’’ On the other side of the line Sunghoon held his breath the moment you fell silent, only releasing it when you finally spoke up on the other line.

“I’d love to.’’

“So- i’ll see you there?’’

“Yeah, I'll see you tonight.’’ Before hanging up the phone he could hear a faint ‘I told you so’ being yelled in the background, and his eyebrows knit together. He then turns to Jay and Jake as he slips his phone into his pocket.

“Was It obvious or something?’’

“Well in what context?’’

“Before we hung up I heard Jurin telling yn ‘I told you so’.”

“Well if you want our honest answer, she came along and suddenly you did an entire 180. If you’re asking if it was obvious that you had a thing for her, she’s practically the only one that hasn’t realized up until now.’’ Sunghoon simply pinches the bridge of his nose in response.

“Great. So it’s just obvious to everyone else before me.’’ Sunghoon complains, making Jake and Jay just shrug in response.

After hanging up the phone your evening consisted of constant nagging and reminders from Jurin that she was in fact right about Sunghoon. You yourself had still been in shock that he had asked you on a date in the first place, having been completely oblivious to his feelings towards you the entire time. For some reason it made you nervous at the thought, your stomach churned and you felt butterflies swarm the deepest pits of your belly. You never thought that Sunghoon of all people could have feelings for you or look at you as anything more than just his sister's music teacher. Your nerves began to bubble over as you fully came to the realization that Park Sunghoon did in fact make you anxious. It was now occurring to you just how often you’d think about him in a way that was not so friend-like. How you sometimes caught yourself admiring him when he laughed or smiled, or occasionally your thoughts would drift to what it’d be like to trace the beauty marks on his face. At the time when all of the thoughts would flood your brain you had chalked it up to them being some sort of intrusive thoughts. You even downplayed the way you would get all giddy when he’d come around, most of the time showing up to the dorm with the other guys or Yoari but it made your heart thump nonetheless. Having him suddenly act on his thoughts and ask you on a date had restructured your brain and the way you thought about him entirely. It made you realize that you were in fact drawn to Park Sunghoonin in a not so friend like way, whether that be romantically or on a deeper scale he was special to you.

“Yn can you hurry up you’ve been in there for an hour you had to have found an outfit and done your hair by now?’’ Jiaqi complains from down the hall, her and Jurin having been waiting for an hour and a half now listening to the shuffle of your feet in your room as you scramble to find something to wear.

Finally your door flies open and Jiaqi immediately shoots up from the couch, Jurin following suit.

“Does it…Does it look okay?’’ After nearly two hours of panicking over what to wear, how to do your makeup, how to style your hair, you’d finally made the choice to go simple. Black corset top and black mini skirt, black lace stockings and gloves to pull the look together along with your ribbon lace up pumps. Your hair slicked back into a bumped ponytail with loose curls adorning your forehead. It was a simple and elegant look that you’d had in mind to wear for a while yet were never given a reason to up until now.

“Well if the man isn’t in love already he might be after this.’’ Jiaqi comments as she takes in your look from head to toe.

“You mean to tell me you were hiding those boobs under all those tee shirts, sweaters and crop tops all this time?’’

“Jurin!”

“What am I doing wrong? Look at them?’’ Jiaqi shakes her head in response to her friend's comments and a knock at the door interrupts the slight banter between the two.

“I thought you told Sunghoon you’d meet him there?”

“I did? I told him he didn’t have to come all this way?’’ The three of you share a confused look with one another before watching as Jiaqi swung the door open.

Once your eyes fell upon the woman that stood on the other side you felt your entire world come crashing down at your feet. Jiaqi, just as enthusiastic as ever, greets her unknowingly, though the woman's eyes seemed to be searching for someone, searching for you. You’d given her zero chances to speak, your feet moved before you could even get yourself to think properly and you had run off pushing past the woman in the doorway and completely drowning out the sound of Jiaqis voice calling out to you in worry.

Meanwhile on the other side of town Sunghoon couldn’t stop glancing at his phone. You haven't called or texted nor had you shown up and he was starting to worry? Had you gotten sick again? Were you stuck in traffic? Surely you wouldn’t miss the recital you promised Yoari you’d be at, or the date that he had now gotten his hopes up for.

“did yn call? Or contact you at all? Did she say anything about being sick? Or being late?’’ he asks his mom who had been busy checking her business phone at his side.

“I haven’t heard from her sweetheart no, is there something wrong?’’

“She just- she promised Yoari she’d be here.’’

“You and Yoari think too highly of that girl Hoon, even the people you think are special to you can break promises.’’ Sunghoon stares at his phone one last time, a sigh spilling from his lips as he and the rest of his family fully make their way into the venue.

You ran until the air in your lungs began to feel like a breath of fire, until your chest felt so heavy you thought it would cave in. You didn’t know where you were or how far you ran but you knew one thing for sure, you needed to get away from campus. Your brain was moving 50 miles per hour and it felt as if the ground itself would swallow you whole at any moment. Your heavy breathing combined with the antagonizing ringing in your ears making it hard for you to think properly. Two years, two years you had gone without her finding you and now she stood in the doorway of your very own dorm room.

13 missed calls from Jurin, 15 from jiaqi. They'd all been searching for you, worried about you. The moment you ran off the two girls followed behind you. They called everyone to help look for you, Jake, Jay, Yeonjung, Haknyeon, Jinyoung, the only one having missed every call being Park Sunghoon. He wanted nothing to do with you or your friends at that moment, he opened himself to you, made himself vulnerable enough to accept his feelings and ask you on a date and you couldn’t even be bothered to show.

When you finally had calmed down enough to come to your senses you realized that you didn’t know where to go, your home was an hour away and if you went back to your own dorm you risked running into her again. You had no money on you nor did you have your phone because you’d just run off without thinking the moment you saw her standing there. It was then you realized there was one place you knew for a fact you were always welcomed, you also came to the realization that you had been late to the recital. Even as thunder clouds came rolling in and the night turned cold you ran for half an hour until you finally made it to the venue, but unfortunately you had already been too late. Yoari had already performed and the Park family had gone home not even bothering to stay for the next hour of the showcase. Your heart sank in your chest as you realized what you had done. Not only had you broken your promise to Yoari, but you completely missed out on your date with Sunghoon.

The dark clouds that loomed over you as you walked for yet another hour had finally begun to pour down with rain, Completely soaked from the rain and shivering from the cold you eventually found yourself outside the park residence. By the time you arrived the four of them had been stepping out of their car, Mrs. and Mr. Park had stepped into the house already while Sunghoon went to pick up his sleeping sister from the backseat. Yoaris' eyes fluttered open for a moment and she seemed to be the first to notice you, wrapped in Sunghoon’s arms and clinging to him tightly. She simply looked the other way as she saw you approaching, Sunghoon noticed you shortly after, but he said nothing.

“Ari…” your heart broke as you watched her rest her head on Sunghoons shoulder completely ignoring you. Your gaze shifts to Sunghoon who had been obviously upset but he’d been trying his best to not say a word to you.

“Sunghoon I-”

“Save it. You made a promise to her. Cross my heart and hope to die, remember.’’

“Sunghoon just let me explain-”

“You should have explained 6 missed calls ago, you’re no better than your mother.” Knowing that they had been upset with you hurt, but Sunghoon’s words stung like hell and cut deep. Sunghoon himself didn’t know why he’d let such words slip from his mouth, but it had been too late to take back. He’d already said it, and he could tell by the look on your face and the glossiness of your eyes that it’d already gotten to you. And although he should have taken it back right then and there, should have apologized and made it right he just walked away, letting his own emotions dictate his actions.

During your walk back to the campus you couldn’t help but think about how in just three hours things had completely fallen apart. You didn’t know when you made it back to campus having been completely out of it the entire way back there, but you were immediately snatched back from your thoughts hearing a familiar voice.

“Yn?’’ As you whipped your head around your tired eyes met with Sunwoos, all it took was for him to say three simple words for you to break down all over again.

“Are you okay?”

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justnatoka · 9 hours ago

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Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

A/n: This is VERY self-indulgent. I'm a sucker for the 'character A finds out you're actually dating character B' trope. I don't know why, it just tickles a part of my brain. This is basically a rewrite of certain scenes with a reader added in. Because I know we all want to live in this movie's universe.

Word count: 3.7k

Warning: none really, jokes at Michael's expence, mention of reader having longer hair, maybe a bit of an abrupt ending?

Summary: Michael is confused when he witnesses you showing romantic attention to all the boys. He finally asks the question that's been nagging him all night.

“Hey, check it out,” Paul’s tone dripped with amusement. You and Marko turned your heads, following his line of sight and spotted Star. The boy from yesterday was with her.

You weren’t entirely surprised when you noticed someone trailing behind Star when she and Laddie got back to you the previous night. It wasn’t the first time some poor bastard took a fancy to her, trying to get close to her. It usually didn’t end well for them. However, there was something in her eyes as she climbed on behind David and looked back at him, something akin to interest. And when you glanced at your leader, it was clear you weren’t the only one who took notice.

The corner of your mouth quirked up a little as you noticed his change of style. He ditched the boy-next-door look for a leather jacket. A not at all subtle choice in your opinion, considering how he was eyeing your group yesterday. He looked a bit awkward, but his effort was cute. You were sure Star appreciated it too.

Your eyes wandered to David, just like always, trying to gage what he was thinking. He was already looking at them, seemingly unbothered, but by the way his hand moved, how he brought the cigarette to his lips, blowing out the smoke so slowly, you could tell he was deep in contemplation. He was planning something.

You rested your head in your hand. They looked pretty good together. He was clearly very much into her, trying to keep the conversation flowing, looking for her little reactions, eyes following her every move. And even if Star looked casual, you could tell she liked the attention. You were pretty sure that David saw it too.

The pair walked past you, towards a bike, and just as the boy started to get on, David made a move. It was all you were waiting for. You quickly hopped up behind Marko, all of you moving as one, circling them, trapping them in.

“Where are you going, Star?” David questioned.

“For a ride,” she stated in a defiant voice, even if she couldn’t fully look him in the eye as she did. “This is Michael,” she motioned over to boy-next-door.

His lips quirked into a half smile and he reached for her hand to help her on behind him, clearly feeling like he was in control of the situation, thinking he can actually get what he wants that easy.

“Let’s go,” he called to her. She turned to leave, but was stopped mid-step by David’s voice.

“Star.”

All he had to do was say her name. This time she properly looked at him, and there was a long moment when their gazes were locked together. Michael kept glancing between them confused, witnessing – without even realizing it – how David’s will took over, his mind asserting clear dominance over her. You knew what that felt like, there was no defying David. You tried it before, a long time ago, testing your limits as a newly turned vampire, but quickly learned that you’ll lose. Now you had no reason to defy him anymore.

A satisfied little smirk grew onto David’s lips as Star started moving towards him, sending a challenging stare to Michael as she climbed up behind him. It was easy to see that lover boy was disappointed, looking more like a sad puppy than anything else. Watching him deflate after being so sure of himself, fully believing that Star would choose him over us was a mighty entertaining sight. Paul let out a wheezy little laugh, and you shared an amused glance with Dwayne.

“You know where Hudson’s Bluff is, overlooking the point?” David asked unexpectedly, and your grin stretched wider. Oh, this is gonna be interesting!

Michael scoffed in disbelief.

“I can’t beat your bike,” he stated the obvious.

“You don’t have to beat me, Michael. You just have to try and keep up,” David countered, the amusement and self-satisfaction basically oozing from him.

Michael looked back at him, resigned, probably contemplating his life choices.

Marko turned around, already buzzing with anticipation.

“Hold on tight, sugar,” he winked at you.

“Always,” you kissed his neck and smoothed your hands down his chest from behind before wrapping your arms around his middle. You caught Michael’s stare, and sent him a half-smile right before you all took off with David in the lead.

Even before hitting the sand of the beach, the boys were already hollering. Adrenaline ran through your veins, firing up every nerve ending in your body. You welcomed the familiar rush, the sensation of the wind whipping your hair behind you, and you screamed and howled like the rest of them. Flying down the length of the beach, weaving between groups of frightened humans sitting around bonfires, overtaking each other in a familiar, playful dance while letting the whole world know that you were coming – it was something you could never get bored of.

David was leading the charge, like always, with Marko and Paul in the middle, both of them being absolute menaces as they barely missed hitting people, teasing each other and doing mini races from one group to the next. Seeing that you would mostly ride with them, you quickly got used to it, and now it thrilled you just as much as it did them. Dwayne followed not far behind with Laddie, driving a tad bit safer than the terror twins because of the boy.

Looking back, you confirmed that Michael was actually keeping up, and you let out an amazed little whistle. You held on tighter as you reached the forest, knowing that it’s gonna get bumpier from here on out. As much as you liked racing down the beach, you loved speeding through the woods. Even though you’ve traveled this path so much before, it still made your heart race when you jumped over fallen logs or took in some tighter turns. Not to mention the thrill of being the loudest and most dangerous predators in the dark forest, like a pack of wolves running through the trees.

You could already smell the ocean, your heightened hearing catching the roar of the waves crashing into rock. Even though you couldn’t see it yet through the thick fog, you were getting close to Hudson’s Bluff. But Michael didn’t know that.

David’s voice rumbled over the noise of the bikes as he egged him on, the harsh light of the lighthouse visible now over the edge. Of course, for a regular human, judging distances in these kinds of conditions was a challenge in itself. He was getting too close, and you wondered if he will go flying off the rock. You were only slightly disappointed when his taillight tipped in a weird angle as he crashed his bike, turning his handle just in time.

By the time the rest of you stopped behind them, Michael was already on his feet, lunging for David. You all surged forward, but he managed to get in a good punch before the boys pulled him off.

“Just you,” he challenged your leader, shrugging off the others, anger evident in his voice.

On the other hand, David was smiling ear to ear.

“How far are you willing to go, Michael?” he challenged him right back, and the clear delight on his face told you that this is where things would take an interesting turn.

It wasn’t often that you would see this kind of expression on David, but you knew it well. It was the same one that lit up his face after you first proved yourself to him, right before he turned you. Up until this point, Michael was only a plaything, some human he could play cat and mouse with. But now, David was actually interested in him; a dangerous predicament, even if he didn’t know it yet.

David decided to take Michael to the cave.

Concern immediately bubbled up in your gut, but just as the thought took form in your head, David’s eyes flashed at you, and the protest died on your tongue. He knew what you were going to say. It was too early to show him your home, too early to let him in. It was a risk, one that you didn’t want your family to take on. You were hesitant about Star at first too, selfishly worrying about how another addition to your group would change your dynamics. You worried about your safety as well, and whether or not introducing Michael to your lifestyle would compromise that. However, you didn’t want to go against David, so you decided to shut up and observe.

You descended down into the cave with Dwayne leading the way, torch in hand, and you following him close behind. When your mind was frazzled, you always sought him out, his calmness and stability working wonders on your nerves.

He sensed your presence and turned around with a light frown. One of his big hands cupping your face, he leaned in, gently resting his forehead against yours. It was a small gesture, but as you drew back a few moments later, you felt much calmer, your anxiety quieting down in the back of your mind. When your eyes met, you smiled up warmly at him, and pressed a quick thank you kiss to the corner of his mouth, causing it to quirk upwards into a lopsided smirk.

You picked up another torch and helped Dwayne light the fires while David talked about the earthquake and how this place came to be yours.

“This is what I love about this place. You ask, and then you get,” he finished off his presentation after sending Marko away to bring some food.

His eyes found you sitting on the couch, observing him from afar, and extended a hand to you. Obeying the pull tugging at your chest, you walked over to him. He had an undeniable power over you, like a flame calling for the moth. Oh and what a happy moth you were!

One gloved hand caressed your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss, moving slowly, sensually against your mouth, his teeth scraping your lower lip. He was clearly showing off, but you didn’t care, not as long as the previous little tension between you two was nullified. It was also a message to you, stating that no matter what happens, nothing would change between you. It made your undead heart flutter.

He broke away not long after, a satisfied smirk stretching across his face.

“Just like that,” he whispered as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

Michael cleared his throat next to you, breaking you out of your trance. He was clearly uncomfortable, being caught off-guard by your little public display. But he also couldn’t help but stare. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, his mind wondering. You noticed him looking at you and Dwayne before too.

David’s tone changed back to normal as he turned to Michael.

“Not her though, she’s off limits.”

A cheeky smile tugged on your lips at his declaration, your mood back to how it was before.

That’s the moment Paul showed up next to you with a joint. You snatched it from his hand, taking a drag and handing it back to him. He passed it over to David before draping an arm around your shoulders and moving with you to a seat. He plopped himself down, and you settled on the floor between his legs, resting your head on his thigh.

All the while you were waiting for Marko, you stared at the lovebirds as they were eyeing each other from across the room. Michael was anxious to be near her or to get out of here or both. Star wasn’t better off either, drawing her scarf tighter around herself, unsure how to get out of this situation. She knew it was too late, David already took an interest in the guy she liked, and now all she could hope for was that he would get away relatively unharmed.

Cold breath fanning over your neck broke you out of your thoughts, and an unconscious chuckle escaped your throat as you felt chapped lips travelling over your skin.

“What’s going on in your pretty head, babe?” Paul mouthed against your neck, leaning back when you turned to meet his eyes.

“Food will be here soon, you don’t have to eat me,” you replied cheekily.

“I could have you for dinner any time,” he smirked right back.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“It’s nothing serious, Paulie,” you smiled sweetly at him, planting a chaste kiss on his lips, before turning back to look at the pair again. “Possibilities I guess.”

He was quiet for a second, no doubt also looking between those two.

“You think?”

You just shrugged in return, your eye catching Michael’s stare. His gaze had been periodically coming back to you all night, and you decided it has been going on long enough.

“If you have a question, just ask. Don’t be shy, Mickey,” your voice took on a teasing tone toward the end, causing him to freeze a bit.

You could practically hear the gears tuning in his head, debating whether to voice his thoughts or whether it would be wiser to keep them to himself. He finally decided to just go with it. It’s not like you couldn’t see right through him if he lied.

“So what’s the deal with you and them?”

The air in the cave shifted.

He seemed to have to noticed it too, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. You could feel the boys’ eyes on you as a wide smile stretched across your lips. Leaning back against Paul, his arms immediately crossing in front of your chest, you looked back at your guest with innocent eyes.

“Whatever do you mean, Michael?”

Now he started sputtering, growing confused and embarrassed in the crossfire of your stares.

“It’s just that you two-,” he cut himself off, motioning to you and Paul, “and before that you and him-,” he nodded towards Dwayne, “ and…” he trailed off as he chanced a glance at David, no doubt thinking back to the kiss you shared right in front of him.

It was kinda adorable how his brain short-circuited. You couldn’t hide the amusement in your voice as you answered him.

“Yes, Michael, I’m with Paul here,” you looked up at him and he blew you a kiss. “I’m also with Dwayne,” you turned to him, and he sent you a wink, “and Marko, and David.” You turned to the blond last, your stomach twisting at the possessive heat in his eyes as he looked back at you.

“So let me get this straight. You’re dating all of them?” he tried to put the pieces together.

“Got a problem with that, Michael?” The warning undertone in David’s voice as he turned to Michael dared him to say something.

“No, no problem,” he answered meekly, not wanting to get on the leader’s bad side.

The awkward mood in the room was broken as Marko stomped into the cave, hollering, “Feeding time! Come and get it, boys!”

He deposited a takeout box in David’s lap before moving onto Dwayne.

“Over here, bud,” Paul called out and Marko tossed him a box, your lover catching it with ease over your head.

Marko finished his round by coming over to you and dropping a box in your lap, accompanied with a quick kiss to your lips. You leaned back with an appreciative “Thanks, babe.” He answered with a little grin and a “You got it, sugar.”

David’s voice directed the attention of everyone in the room to him and Michael. He was holding out a takeout box to your guest, who swiftly refused.

“You don’t like rice?” There was feigned disbelief in his voice, and a slow smile stretched across your lips as you caught the mischievous glint in his eye. “Tell me Michael, how can a billion Chinese people be wrong?”

There were snorts and muted chuckles coming from the boys, and Michael finally relented. David leaned back as he accepted another box from Marko. You were slowly picking at your food, too curious to know what David had in mind.

There was a slight anticipation in the air as Michael took his first bite.

“How are those maggots?” David asked casually, and your grin widened. Oh the smooth bastard.

The boy looked utterly confused as he stared back at him.

“Maggots, Michael. You’re eating maggots, how do they taste?”

It’s only when he looked down at his food, his amusement quickly turning into disgust as he spit out the rice, when you finally burst out in laughter, throwing your head back against Paul’s abdomen, who was practically slapping his knee in delight. You caught David’s gaze as he glanced back at you guys, his grin widening when his eyes met yours. And even though things quieted down for a second after Star’s weak protest to leave Michael be, you knew it wasn’t over yet.

You almost started snickering again at the sheer bewilderment on Michael’s face as he stared down at the spilled rice at his feet. It was just so damn entertaining to mess with this guy, his reactions were just too good.

When David offered up his noodles as a sign of peace, you waited with baited breath. Michael only took one look at the contents of the takeout box before turning away nauseous.

“They are worms,” he groaned.

Paul’s wheezy laugh echoed in your ears as David took a bite, looking back at Michael with amusement.

“They are only noodles, Michael.”

The boys were loosing it. You had to give it to him, David was a master at playing with people’s senses. He knew exactly when to pull back the curtain of reality and when to close it back up to make his victim feel absolutely helpless and confused, applying just enough pressure on their minds to make them doubt everything they see. And when they don’t believe anything anymore, that’s when he goes in for the proverbial kill. It’s exactly what was about to happen, you were sure of it as soon as Marko brought out the wine.

Your stomach dropped. You had a feeling that this was where this whole teasing and playing was headed, but you didn’t want to listen to it. Star was also getting more shifty, moving closer to Michael.

Your nerves were alive, still, you couldn’t help but stare mesmerized as David opened the bottle and brought it to his lips. You had a perfect view from where you were sitting between Paul’s legs, your body unconsciously leaning forward as David drank, the muscles of his throat working as he took a big gulp of the dark liquid. You could still remember what is tasted like; strange at first, but turning richer the more it sat on your tongue. It made you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt in your human existence. That was the beauty of turning. It was quite addicting.

You could see all these emotions flit through David’s face, his eyes closed, lost in the taste. And when they opened, there was something more behind them, something predatory. In that moment he was truly a creature of the night.

There was only one word that came to your mind to describe that look: smoldering. You had to bite your lip to prevent the little noise that was threatening to escape your throat, your insides twisting in excitement. You were sure that had he directed that gaze towards you, you would have melted in the heat of it. You only half-registered Paul’s touch who, sensing your shift in mood, wrapped his arms tight around you, his own breath quickening beside your ear.

“Drink some of this Michael. Be one of us.” David’s voice was smooth like velvet, almost sensual, making your skin tingle all over.

And even through the heightened emotions of the moment you could hear the boys chanting Michael’s name, egging him on to drink. Getting back some of your senses you wanted to say no, to stop it. Wanted to reason with them that this was a mistake. But Paul’s hold on you tightened, and you couldn’t help but take it as a warning. This was about to happen regardless of what you did.

To her credit, Star tried, she really did. She told Michael exactly what was in that bottle, but by then he was too far gone. The previous teasing did what it was supposed to. He didn’t believe a word she said.

And then it happened. He brought the bottle to his lips and took a swig. Loud cheers erupted throughout the cave, the boys celebrating the initiation Michael unknowingly completed. Paul jumped to his feet, leaving you on the floor with your conflicting emotions. He patted Michael’s shoulder with a “You’re one of us, bud.” And he actually smiled back, feeling proud of himself, like he proved something, having no idea about the gravity of the situation.

You shared an uneasy look with Star, seeing your own anxieties reflected in her eyes from across the cave. You both knew this was a mistake, but the boys didn’t see it. Perhaps your motivations were different from hers, but you both had a nagging feeling that this night would change everything.

You were jerked from your spiraling thoughts by an arm grabbing your own and tugging you to your feet. You stared into the cheerful eyes of Marko, his grin wide and mischievous.

“Come on, sugar. Enough with all this moping. Let’s have a good time!”

His smile was infectious, and you could feel the corners of your mouth reluctantly turning upward.

“There you are. There’s our girl,” he cheered, spinning you around, and you couldn’t help the giggles bursting out of you.

You danced around the remains of the age old fountain before he passed you to Dwayne, who took you for a spin himself. He then brought you close, his lips stealing your breath as he pulled you down on the couch, his fingers running through your hair as you straddled his lap, never breaking the kiss.

Your concerns would come back later, you knew they would. But even though you were still apprehensive about where this whole situation with Michael was headed, you let boys’ kisses and laughter and their wandering hands distract you and make you forget for the night.

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wings-of-ink · 1 day ago

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Ask with some light spoiler content for chapter 5 below!

@blook88

hi lunan. i really liked your game/story. i especially love the characters and their interactions with eachother and with MC. i have some questions: 1.) i felt that after the nathan camp scene (i think in chapter 2) the flirt options with oswin slowed down a bit/there was less screentime for oswin. i understand this, since the following chapters where the introductions of duri & runes respectively. will future chapters always have their focus on different characters or will there be a choice like "choose with whom you want to spend time with"? 2.) relatively at the end of the demo we met a character named aster. i assumed that he would be one of the flirtable, non-romance option characters. but since he nows travels with the group, i have to ask: is/will he be an official romance option? im mainly asking, because while my MC dont have a problem with having one night stands, she (and i as the player) prefer to flirt with only one RO. 3.) will the relationships at some point get locked in? if so, will this happen around the same time or will some RO take longer? andwhat about their frst naughty time? e.g. oswin hints, that there are things he cannot say now and he doesnt want a relationship til then. does this mean his relationship lock in/first time will happen way later in the story? 4.) your ask button says: "reaction asks paused". does this mean we shouldnt send those in OR that we can, but you will only answer these at a later point in time? 5.) during the whole demo, the relationship tab was always empty, meaning there were only the names of the RO, but no description of their relationship towards MC. im not sure if this is a bug or not. thank you for your answers.

Hello dear! I'm glad you are liking the IF and characters! I will answer your questions as much as I can without giving too much away.

Now that all our our ROs have been introduced, time between them will be split up as evenly as I can engineer it. The MC will be given choices here and there for more particular interactions/events featuring just one chosen RO (and these can be either out of romance or friendship). For example, during the intro to chapter 6, one of the ROs will speak up in defense of MC if needed. But during the entire chapter, each RO gets a private event with MC which can be tailored with flirtatious or just friendly moments. And you aren't required to flirt at all with any of the ROs to romance them. As long as you are choosing that your MC has warm feelings toward them (romance or friendship), that is what spurs the reciprocation of those feelings.

Eventually, you will get a lock-in moment. I can't say with certainty when this will take place and it could be different for each RO. My thinking here is that you/MC should make their choice when some of the RO's "dirt" comes to the surface. Their secrets and/or the troubles they carry will be revealed to help the characters bond. For a couple of the ROs, this is also so MC can make a choice they can live with. Some secrets might be difficult for them to digest or it might change their heart completely.

Any of the one night stands will be clearly indicated as such even from any of the ROs. Duri has an option for a casual hook-up in Ch 6, but this does not lock you out of romance or anything nor is it required to romance them. Zahn will have more moments as well like in Ch 5. They are the only two ROs that the MC can get that physical with before being locked-in.

My reaction asks are currently (technically) still paused. I had intended to unpause those a while back, but I simply lack the energy these days. Historically, I have spent many hours answering them and it takes away time for the IF. Some have still sent them in, and I basically just sit on them, lol. When I do officially unpause reaction asks, I will have some guidelines for myself and others to follow. Here is a link to the Inbox Rules. I think I would prefer that you hold on to any reaction asks you have for now.

And yes, the relationship tab is actually empty. I am wanting to revamp the menus and codex so I haven't bothered to put much into them in the last couple updates. Eventually there will be some character data in there and it will track your MC's feelings. As with all things, time to do this is a precious commodity

Thank you for stopping by and sending in question, my friend! I hope I've helped clear some things up for you. ^_^

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neomujinjja · 1 day ago

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Royal Yunho Headcanons

Pairing: Royal Yunho x Royal Reader

Genre: headcanon, royal au

Warnings: none i believe

Note: this is in connection to my other yunho post – Getting the inside scoop

your relationship with yunho happens very organically(?). It's not a hidden fact that your parents arranged your guys' marriage. But they didn't want it to an entirly baseless relationship with no feelings. So they made sure that you and Yunho spent time around each other in childhood. And while the two of you knew the true nature of how your relationship would end up, there was never any pressure put on the two of you to perfectly get along. But either way a friendship was fostered between the two of you, both of you inseperatable from a young age.

You gained feelings for the boy somewhere around your tweens. Purberty hit and suddenly your best friend was gaining height on you and becoming attractive to you. It was a little awkward as you tried to pretend to have the exact same friendship as before. But you couldnt help the giddy feeling that Yunho caused you, making it difficult to hide from those around the two of you.

But you weren't long the only one wishing for a more romantic connection between the two of you. It's very sudden for Yunho. What started as a normal day of volunteering became the day he recongized that you were no longer just his best friend. You weren't doing anything different than usual but Yunho just has this moment where he's viewing you in a different light.

The two of you dance around each other's feelings. Effectively driving your guys' friends insane. They are tired of having to sit through you guys pining for the other. And your best friend, San, is fend up and decides to put an end to this. San reminds you guys that you're essentially engaged to be married, and one moment of awkwardness is better than dealing with it for an lifetime. All without revealing anybody's feelings toward the other.

yunho & y/n in sync: we should talk/i need to tell you something important yunho (ever the gentleman): you go first y/n: i like you yunho: ... i'm sorry, could you repeat that? y/n: i like you..? yunho: that's what i thought you said 😅

Your confession pretty much breaks Yunho and his mind. You're left confused & believing that he doesn't feel the same. Yeosang has to put the pieces together for bro. And once it clicks for Yunho, he's on the move. He grabs the first set of keys that he comes across, racing over to the place that you stay. The sun is setting by the time he shows up to your back porch.

yunho yelling at your balcony: Y/N! Y/N (very confused): yunho? what are you doing here? why didn't you come through the front door? Yunho: no time for pleasantries. I Like You Too! No, I think I love you! Y/N: speechless but blushing Yunho continuing: Will You Be My Girlfriend?! Y/N: YES!!

Your parents watch the two of you in amusement, entertained by Yunho's dramatic confession. They later send a video of the ordeal to Yunho's parents. Everytime he gets reminded of it, in the future, Yunho gets a cute & shy smile on his face.

You guys are the living example of 'they fell first, but he fell harder'.

When it gets closer to your guys' wedding, Yunho the romantic strikes again. He ropes San, Yeosang, and Mingi to help prepare a small proposal for you. He has them set up a nice spot in a clearing not far off from a horse trail that you guys frequent. It's a very beautiful moment. Yunho tells you that he wants to take you on a date. Yunho pulls out your horses, and leads you through the snowy trail. Then he stops, grabbing your hand and taking you to the clearing before kneeling before you.

3 months later, you're getting married. It's a private event between you guys, your closest friends and families. The two of you pick out very few photos for the media to use

The honeymoon phase is not a phase for yall. Your friends jokingly complain about how sweet the two of you act with each other.

As I said: Yunho is a romantic. He's bringing you giant bouquets and luxury items just because. He honestly loves to have surprise dates with you. Especially ones where yall can pretend to be normal citizens.

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seitmai · 24 hours ago

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Many thoughts

Ari: it could be cute, like we’re fated to be together or something

Y/N: that doesn’t happen in real life

It would be cute though!

Especially since you had spent the last week trying to get him and that damn kiss out of your head. That kiss haunted you. Not because it was a bad kiss, no it had been the best kiss you’d ever had. Every time your mind wandered it would go back to that moment, it even invaded your dreams except in your dreams it lasted so much longer.

There are worse things to overthink about 🤷🏻‍♀️

It didn’t help that you had spent part of your workday planning strategies for this fake relationship. A fake relationship where you shouldn’t be thinking this much about a kiss. You tried to rationalise it. It was practice just like he said. Intimacy had been lacking with Dan for a while before you found out he cheated so it was probably just your body reacting to something it had been missing. It meant nothing. It was nothing.

It's a lot at once 🫣

Chris and Elena looked amazing in their couple's costumes. They’d gone as Woody and Jessie from Toy Story and you heard Elena mutter something like ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ when you complement it as you got in their car.

That's so them 😅

“Storm” Chris warned. “She’s with me,” Elena said as she linked her arm through yours. “Well if you ever want a bit of fun you can always call me, I know some great-“ Johnny smirked before a deep voice warned him again. Except this time it was Chris, it was Ari that practically growled “Storm”

Oh we are already full territorial 😅🤭

You turned around to scold Ari because this was not part of the plan at all, you were supposed to mingle first and then ‘meet’. But just as you opened your mouth he held out his hand “Hi I’m Ari nice to meet you” he winked

Good save Ari 😅

“Uh a bunch of teens who are Greek demigods and have to go on quests and save the world, they’re all dyslexic and ADHD, the author originally came up with the main character as a story for his son who was dyslexic to show him that heroes could be just like him”

Ahh a demigod, I see you 😌

That really seemed to pique Ari’s interest, you could see a spark as he nodded his head “Well I guess we kinda match then” he smirked.

He go his wish 🤭

I know Elena is a fellow Ilona Maher fan 😌🫡

“Nope, went straight into playing rugby, although I did do a semester in International Politics when Barber made us all take a class to ensure we had something to fall back on” Ari explained with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

Totally valid Andy made them do this, good thinking ahead 👏🏻

Ari chuckled, the warm sound of it sending chills down your body “Yeah they’ve always wanted to travel the world, experience different cultures so when they retired they sold up and started travelling, they’ll visit a country, rent a place for a few months and do a bit of work to get some money before moving onto the next place, I get postcards from them when they get to a new country" You shook your head in disbelief “That’s incredible” you muttered in amazement.

That truly is incredible

You also didn’t own any jackets, you didn’t need cold-weather clothes back in LA which meant you had none now.

Fair and if you don't need them, why bother? That stuff takes up a lot of space

Ari shifted closer to you, the heat from his body doing enough to warm you up “Take it” he pressed, wrapping it around your shoulders before you could protest again “Think of the pictures” he added quietly.

He says it's good for the pictures but I have a sense that's not his true intention 👀

That was Ari’s favourite photo from the night, you were mid-chuckle as you looked back at him. His purple cape wrapped around your body. He’d saved it to his phone so he could look at it whenever he wanted.

That is adorable 🥹🥰

He was just glad you warmed up to him again. He could tell you were pissed at him when he went all caveman over you but he couldn’t help himself. Ari was an impulsive man at the best of times and when it came to you that impulsivity increased by a million.

👀

Chris hummed and nodded his head “So it’s got nothing to do with the crush you have on her” Ari let out an unconvincing snort “I do not have a crush… crushes are for children” he huffed.

Suuuure

Chris chuckled and shook his head “Fine but you were definitely into her back in LA, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the moment you got shot down, it so rarely happens” “Nope” Ari lied “we’re just friends who are helping each other out”

Sometimes you have to lie to yourself to make yourself believe it lol

“Glad to hear it man because honestly, I don’t think I’d win the fight” Chris chuckled as he slapped Ari on the shoulder.

He definitely wouldn't 😅🤭

“Hockey player? I thought you didn’t like athletes” Ari asked arching a brow. “Where do you think that dislike came from?” you retorted, making his look with your own.

Fair 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

“We both had to shave our heads, I didn’t mind it to be honest it was easier to manage” Chris said as he ran a hand through his hair. Elena pouted “Please don’t shave it again, I like your fluffy hair”

She definitely has a clear preference 😅

You looked back at him horrified “god no! We actually took it to the ASPCA, it was in awful conditions the poor thing” you pouted “A bunch of their players got suspended because of it”

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“Wow so you’ve been pulling the strings behind the scenes for a long time” Ari noted with an impressed nod. “There’s a reason I’m so good at what I do” you smirked.

Period 👏🏻😌

“Let me keep you warm in the meantime,” Ari said softly. “But what about you?” you asked as you pulled his large jacket around you more. “I run hot” he shrugged. You looked down bashfully as you carried on walking “Thank you” “It's nothing, and you can keep it until our next date” Ari winked. “Are you sure?” you asked surprise clear on your face, pausing and turning to face him. “Never been more sure sweetheart” he smiled as he leant down to press a kiss to your cheek.

Omg I would already be head over heels in love with him when he acts like that as a fake boyfriend on the "first meeting"

🥰🥰🥰

He glanced around and noticed how sparse it was. It had all the necessary furniture and a few things like a rug, but there was nothing specific to you. It looked like a showhome rather than an apartment that had been living in.

That's so sad but I have a feeling the gears in Ari’s head are already turning

“Like Instagram stories?” you asked as you climbed into his jeep, Ari putting his hand on your hip to help you up. “Yeah nothing crazy” he nodded “and trust me you’re gonna love it, I have good intel that girls love this sort of thing” he winked before shutting the door.

He is so casual and sweet about it 😍

“Yep, you said you needed a winter wardrobe but didn’t have time, we also needed a solo date so two birds, one stone” Ari grinned and he killed the engine. “Yeah but the date should be a dinner date or something” you argued, shaking your head. Ari shrugged “There’s a food court, why do you think I picked you up before lunchtime?” he offered with a lopsided grin “If you want something fancier I’ll keep that in mind for next time, I just didn’t think you were that kind of girl”

What a great date idea, he is good at this fake boyfriend stuff 🥰

“I don’t dislike fancy restaurants” you supplied as he held out his hand to help you down. Ari grinned “Noted, now c’mon sweetheart as much as I love seeing you in my jacket… let’s get you a winter coat”

She is making sure to plant the idea of fancy food in his head 🤭

You rolled your eyes but took his hand and let him help you out of his jeep. Once you were on firm ground Ari shut the car door but didn’t let his hand drop from yours. He loved the feeling of it, your hand was so much smaller than his. The feeling of your soft skin against his callused palms felt magical and he wondered what they would feel like on other parts of his body… his chest… his thighs… his cock.

🥰🥰🥰 and a litte 🥵

“I don’t mind, what fits with your diet plan?” you asked looking up at him. Ari smiled softly, he found it cute that you cared enough about that, most people didn’t “None” he answered honestly “but one meal won’t hurt, I’ll just have to pump more iron in the gym” he winked not missing the way your cheeks pinkened as you looked away quickly.

He truly is a shameless flirt 🤭

“You get it for your first meal after the season ends?” you asked turning your attention to him. “Yeah, look forward to it every season” Ari grinned. “You don’t go for something more fancy?” “Nope, what better to celebrate or drown your sorrows with than some greasy, unhealthy food” he smirked, “what do you go for?”

Totally fair

“There’s nothing wrong with it” Ari reiterated firmly “Why mess with perfection?” Your lips parted in surprise before you looked down at your feet “Plus the orange chicken is iconic”

Absolutely

“This okay?” he asked quietly, “Steph said she’d position someone in the food court” You turned to look at him, your eyes widening as if you only just noticed how close he was, these booths weren’t really meant for two people to sit together, especially not a rugby player “Yeah” you muttered breathlessly.

I would love to share a tiny booth with a big beefy rugby player 🤭😌

“Yeah let's go, it shouldn’t take too long” “It’ll take however long as you need or want” Ari smiled as he stood up from the booth and held out his hand to help you up.

He is so dreamy

“We’ll see about that” Ari grinned “I save money for situations like this, so let me spoil my girlfriend” he said we you walked out of the food court.

🥹🥹🥹

“No, no it's fine” you muttered looking down and clearing your throat. Ari grinned “Good” he lifted your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.

I can't with him 🥰

His favourite moment though was when he took you to buy a proper winter coat suitable for heavy snow. He made sure to get you the best one possible and when you tried it on he grabbed a bobble hat and scarf to go with it. Laughing when you were all bundled up and your beautiful eyes were the only part of you visible. It was such a cute sight that he had to take a photo which he saved so he could look back at it later.

Oh he is making a foolder total fake boyfriend behavior 🤭

Once you were done Ari carried all the bags out while you carried the pretzels, the only thing he had let you buy “Thank you for doing this Ari, you really didn’t need to” you said softly, tearing a piece off your pretzel as you both sat in his jeep. “I know but I wanted to” Ari smiled softly as he tucked into his own pretzel, the perfect after-shopping trip treat. “Well at least you can have your jacket back” You nodded down to his jacket that you were still wearing. “You can keep it, it looks good on you” Ari winked, not missing the way you blushed and looked down at yourself.

What a great date 🥰

Boston Bears: Fake Out - Rugby Player! Ari Levinson x Reader (Part 3)

Summary: It's time to get the fake relationship underway and straight away you realise it's going to be harder than you thought.

Word Count: 7.5k words

Warnings: Language! Angst! Sexual Tension! Fluff!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Fake Out Series Masterlist /Boston Bears Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 3

Ari: what are you planning on dressing as for Storm’s party

Y/N: I don’t know yet

Ari: do you think we should go in matching costumes?

Y/N: no we’re supposed to ‘meeting’ at this party

Ari: it could be cute, like we’re fated to be together or something

Y/N: that doesn’t happen in real life

Ari: and this isn’t a real relationship remember

Ari: at least give me a hint

Y/N: no.

Ari had been pestering you to find out what your costume was going to be all week. You hadn’t actually given him your number, he must have gotten it from Elena or Chris. It made sense to have his number so you could plan ‘dates’ but if he was gonna keep pestering you it wouldn’t be long until you ‘accidentally’ lost it.

Even if you wanted to tell him what your costume was you couldn’t because you had no clue what you were gonna go as. You had been so busy with work too that you hadn’t had a chance to go shopping for one until the evening before which was a bust. The only costume left were the god-awful ones or slutty ones and while you were supposed to ‘attract’ the attention of Ari at this party you didn’t want to do it in a way that wasn’t you.

You had to slump for a homemade costume instead, one that was pretty obscure too. If it wasn’t for the sharpie on your tee it would look like you hadn’t bothered at all. You tried not to feel self-conscious but you were sure that everyone was gonna have amazing costumes and you’d stick out like a sore thumb.

You hadn’t spent much time with Johnny, only the odd occasion that the PR team turned up at training. You only really knew what Elena had told you which was that he was the stereotypical player but also a secret softie. You had only seen the player side so far and when you walked into his apartment it definitely screamed bachelor pad. It wouldn’t have surprised you if he had customised it like Barney Stinson.

“Hey, who’s this that you’ve brought along” Johnny smirked as he walked over to greet the three of you.

“Johnny this is my best friend Y/N, she just moved from LA she is working with the media team at the Bears” Elena said introducing you.

Johnny flashed you a charming smile and held out his hand “Ah yeah I’ve seen you around” he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles “Pleasure to finally meet you, are you here alone?”

“Storm” Chris warned.

“She’s with me,” Elena said as she linked her arm through yours.

“Well if you ever want a bit of fun you can always call me, I know some great-“ Johnny smirked before a deep voice warned him again.

Except this time it was Chris, it was Ari that practically growled “Storm”

It was like he appeared out of nowhere. One second there was just space behind you, the next here was there. You looked over your shoulder as Ari towered over you, he was dressed in some sort of Greek armour costume which showed off his biceps which were bulging as he clenched his phone in one hand. You guessed he must have just gotten off a call and walked back into the party.

You turned back to Johnny who looked up at Ari and then you and then back at Ari before chuckling and shaking his head “Sure thing, let me know if you guys need anything” he said before turning around and leaving the four of you.

You gaped up at him completely taken by surprise, it took you a second to recover and reach out to shake his hand “Y/N”

“Ah yeah I’ve heard a lot about you from El” Ari smiled, you blinked a couple of times because he was a natural at this and you were a floundering idiot. You were supposed to be the expert here.

“Only good things I promise” Elena played along “Um do you want me to grab you a drink?”

You stuttered slightly which must have sounded like a yes because Elena looped her arm through Chris’ and the two of them walked off leaving you with Ari.

“So what are you dressed as?” He asked nodding down to your homemade costume which consisted of jeans with a Yankees cap tucked in the back pocket and an orange tee with Greek writing across it.

“Oh um I’m a book character from one of my favourite series, I doubt you’ve read it,” you said glancing down at your costume “It was the best I could do at short notice”

“What’s the series about?” Ari asked seeming like he was actually interested.

That really seemed to pique Ari’s interest, you could see a spark as he nodded his head “Well I guess we kinda match then” he smirked.

“Let me guess Hercules,” you asked, you wondered how this could have happened because you hadn’t told anyone what your costume was, not even Elena.

Ari smirked as he posed and showed off his very impressive biceps “the one and only”

You rolled your eyes and decided to scan the room. You spotted Elena near the kitchen holding up an alcoholic drink in your direction, you smiled grateful for the escape.

“Well it was lovely to meet you but there’s a drink with my name on but I’ll see you around maybe” you said taking a couple of steps back.

Ari gave you a lopsided smile “There’s no maybe about it, enjoy mingling and I’ll see you in a bit” he agreed.

You nodded before turning on your heel. You felt his gaze on you as you walked away, your suspicions confirmed when you glanced over your shoulder and caught him looking at your ass.

Over the next couple of hours, you somewhat successfully managed to mingle and avoid Ari. You stuck by Elena’s side most of the time, letting her introduce you to other players on the team and friends she had made over the past few months. You could feel Ari’s gaze on you most of the time, catching him looking over at you as he spoke to others at the party. On the occasions you didn’t feel his gaze you found yourself distracted and looking around the party, your eyes catching on him every time.

You were currently sat on a couch next to Elena who had discarded her own hat and replaced it with Chris’. She was caught up in a heated debate about women’s rugby so you once again found yourself looking around the party. Except this time you couldn’t spot Ari at all, your initial reaction was concern. What if he was off flirting with another girl, there were plenty of bombshells walking around, you wouldn’t blame him but it would jeopardise the whole plan.

Your eyes then zeroed in on a closed door for some unknown reason but a second later Ari stepped out, holding his phone to his ear. You watched as he nodded and said one last thing before letting out a long sigh and hanging up. His expression seemed unguarded for a moment, he looked exhausted from that call. It made you wonder what it was, maybe his parents? He said they were travelling maybe they got into a bit of trouble somewhere.

You watched as he tapped away at his phone for a moment before looking up, his eyes met yours and the tired expression shifted to a charismatic smirk. You quickly adverted your gaze and tried to look like you were involved in the debate when you saw him walk over towards you.

It didn’t work though as you felt the couch cushion sink next to you and heat enveloping you as he rested his arm on the back of the couch behind you “Hey”

You bit your lip to hold back a curse as you shifted to turn to him, forcing a smile “Hey”

“Thought you could do with some company, us Greek heroes need to stick together” he tapped your shoulder with his finger and you tried to ignore the sparks of electricity that you felt when he did “So how do you know El?”

“We were roommates in college, been best friends ever since,” you told him unable to stop the smile that grew as you recalled your college days with Elena.

She had been the best friend you had needed your entire life. She really helped pull you out of your shell and become much more confident. Thanks to her you got up to so much stuff that you wouldn’t have dared to do before.

“Nice, what did you major in?”

“communications, did you go to college?” you asked him, you were pretty certain that he was one of the popular jocks that everyone wanted to hook up with.

“Really?” your eyebrows rose in surprise, you hadn’t expected that answer.

“Yeah his career got cut short due to injury so he’s been really on at us to be careful with our money and have something to fall back on because even if we don’t get injured we typically retire at around 35 and there’s a lot of life left to live after that,” Ari said with a deep sigh.

“What do you think you’ll do? When you retire?”

Ari let out a long sigh, his gaze shifting to the distance as he thought. It gave you an opportunity to study his face in better detail. The freckles that poked out from beneath his beard and the way his eyes were the same colour as a tropical ocean.

“I don’t know” he finally said with a small huff of a laugh “might just see where my life is when it comes to it, if I have responsibilities to take care of”

You tilt your head, curious as to what he meant “like what?”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he looked back at you “I’m not sure” There was a long pause where it felt like neither of you knew what to say until Ari finally spoke “You moved from LA right? Is that where you’re originally from?”

You shake your head “East Coast girlie, New York to be specific”

Ari’s smile perked up “I’m from New York too, which part?”

“Upstate, didn’t actually get into the city very often, we lived closer to Canada than the city,” you said.

Whenever you told someone you were from New York they always assumed the city and would ask you so much about it and most of the time you didn’t have an answer because you’d only gone into the city a couple of times in your whole life.

“Ah nice upstate is really beautiful, I’m from Queens” Ari smiled “If you ever want a tour guide the next time you go to the city”

You chuckled “I’ll hit you up” You smiled “Do you go back often?”

Ari’s smile seemed to falter for a split second, you weren’t sure if it even did or if you imagined it “A bit, not as often as I’d like but it’s difficult with my schedule” he said with a small shrug.

“I guess with your parents travelling there’s less of a reason too” you add, Ari hummed in response “Are they away long?”

“Two years so far”

Your eyes widened “two years!”

You shook your head in disbelief “That’s incredible” you muttered in amazement.

“Yeah I have no clue when they’ll be back, probably when they get a bit too old but they also might just find a remote tropical island to live on” Ari chuckled.

“What about you though?” you frowned. You didn’t particularly like living so far away from your parents but at least they were in one place, it’s expensive but not impossible to visit them.

Ari tilted his head slightly like he was surprised by that question, like no one had thought to ask him that before “I’m okay with it, they deserve it, they did so much for me growing up and to help me achieve my dream of playing rugby professionally, I can’t not let them have their dream” he smiled “and maybe when I retire in a few years I’ll just join them on the island” he chuckled.

“That does sound like a good retirement plan” You smiled, you then felt a blast of cold air from where someone had opened a door to step out onto the balcony. It instantly made you shiver, your costume wasn’t great for New England fall temperatures.

“You cold?” Ari frowned as you wrapped your arms around you, goosebumps appeared on your skin.

“Just a little, thought a jacket might ruin the look” you tried to joke.

You also didn’t own any jackets, you didn’t need cold-weather clothes back in LA which meant you had none now. Elena had lent you a few jumpers and coats, like the red one you’d worn the day Ari came to your office to apologise. You’d promised that you would go out and buy a proper coat and warmer clothes but hadn’t found the time, you also worried about how expensive it would be.

Ari sat forward and tugged at his shoulders, the purple cape that was attached coming loose “Here, it's not thick but it's an extra layer” he said as he offered it to you.

“Oh no it's okay I’m fine,” you said shaking your head.

You blinked a couple of times. Right. Yes. The pictures. It would look good for the ‘relationship’ if there was a picture with you wearing his cape. There would be no explanation as to where else you got it from, no one else here was wearing a bright purple cape. It would be the perfect crumb to lead people to believe this relationship.

You nodded and wrapped and cape around you “Thank you”

Ari gave you a lopsided smile “Not a problem sweetheart” he grinned leaning back into the couch, except this time there was less than a couple inches between you.

Ari didn’t really know much about PR, he typically just did whatever he was told by the team to fix whatever mess needed fixing. But if he had to guess how well the Halloween party went he would say it went really well.

He’d seen a few photos circulating online and all of them looked good. There were a few where both you and him were in the photo either in the background or in the group shot. Not all of them had you standing or sitting close to him, but someone had taken a photo of you and him chatting on the couch.

Johnny Storm was notorious for being a playboy, often seen at parties with multiple girls hanging onto his every word. It was surprising that he got away with it some much, but it never seemed to affect how well he played and he hasn’t gotten into serious trouble so maybe the coaches were happy to turn a blind eye. Ari and Johnny got on well enough on the pitch and at training but he still didn’t trust him with you. He wouldn’t trust him with anyone.

Ari was looking forward to today, it was the first official fake date. The team had the morning off so the plan was to go to brunch. Ari had met the three of you a short walk away from the bunch spot that you and El had picked.

He was currently walking a few paces behind with Chris, watching as you and Elena walked ahead chatting and laughing with each other. You were wearing that red sweater again, but this time you’d paired it with a pair of black jeans. You’d tucked the sweater in giving Ari the perfect sight to behold. He couldn’t help but smile as you threw your head back and laughed at whatever El had said.

“I’m surprised you agreed to all this,” Chris said as the two of them walked, his pace slowing so that the distance between him and the girls grew.

Ari shrugged as he matched his pace “Want to make the team, I’d do anything”

Chris hummed and nodded his head “So it’s got nothing to do with the crush you have on her”

Ari let out an unconvincing snort “I do not have a crush… crushes are for children” he huffed.

Chris chuckled and shook his head “Fine but you were definitely into her back in LA, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the moment you got shot down, it so rarely happens”

Ari took a deep breath, recalling the moment he saw your engagement ring “Yeah, that lunch was a bit of fun” he agreed “but this is just a deal so I have my best chance of getting called up and if it means her asshole ex doesn’t rock up and try and win her back then it's a win-win”

Chris hummed and glanced back over at you “So you don’t still have feelings then?” he asked.

“Nope” Ari lied “we’re just friends who are helping each other out”

“Good” Chris nodded “I don’t know Y/N very well but she means a lot to El which means she means a lot to me too so I don’t want to see her getting hurt because you lead her on or made her uncomfortable”

Ari swallowed and nodded his head “You don’t have to worry about that at all, we’ve got clear boundaries and we’re not gonna cross them” he promised as he looked back over at you.

Ari cared a lot about you and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you or for you to get hurt more than you already have been. If that meant pushing his feelings aside then he’d do it. At least he was getting a taste of what it would be like.

“Glad to hear it man because honestly, I don’t think I’d win the fight” Chris chuckled as he slapped Ari on the shoulder.

Ari smirked over at him “You right about one thing”

When they turned the corner onto the street that the restaurant was on, Chris changed the topic to the league and how he thought the other teams were doing. Ari wasn’t paying much attention though, he kept his sights on you. He knew there were some paps across the street, the plan was to tip them off so they could capture everyone arriving and leaving together.

The girls both paused when they reached the restaurant waiting for Ari and Chris to catch up. Chris opened up the door and gestured for everyone to go ahead, Ari followed closely behind you resting his hand on your lower back. He flashed you a smile when you glanced over your shoulder at him.

At the table Ari pulled out the chair for you, making sure to be the perfect gentleman “Thank you” you muttered as you sat down.

The two girls ordered mimosa while Ari and Chris settled for coffee “To brunch” Elena grinned “And new friendships” she winked over at you and Ari.

You chuckled lightly as you lifted your glass “to brunch”

The conversation quickly returned back to rugby, Chris continuing what he’d been saying to Ari outside. This time Elena joined in with her own inputs as they discussed the Bears' next opponents and how well they’d been so far this season.

Ari glanced over to see you sat back in your chair your gaze set on the plate in front of you as you absentmindedly twisted your glass of mimosa around. Ari wondered why you weren’t participating before remembering that you weren’t a fan of rugby so you had nothing to add.

“Why don’t we talk about something other than rugby?” Ari interrupted “I think Y/N might fall asleep if we carry on” he added with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes “I was not about to fall asleep, if you guys want to talk about rugby you can talk about rugby” You waved your hand dismissively.

“No it's fine, I’m sorry that was my fault” Chris apologised “What would you like to talk about Y/N?” he asked with a sincere smile.

“Oh um” you muttered shrinking back into your chair. That made Ari frown because it was not like you to shrink away, he expected you to come back with some witty response. “I don’t know, I don’t mind” you shrugged.

“Why don’t you tell us some wild college stories, I bet you two got up to a lot of trouble” Ari smirked, nudging you in the side.

Elena snorted into her champagne glass “We were the perfect citizens”

“Bullshit” Chris laughed “You’re trouble, trouble” he grinned as he looked lovingly over at Elena.

“We had a lot of classwork, didn’t leave much time for antics” You shrugged, you were trying to look innocent but Ari could see the smirk playing on your lips.

“There might have been a few dares here and there when we went to parties” Elena shrugged her shoulders taking a sip of her mimosa.

“Now we’re getting there” Ari smirked twisting in his seat to face you more “What kind of things did you have to do?”

“Y/N usually went for truth” Elena supplied, ignoring the pointed look you gave her.

“That’s not true, I did dares” you argued.

“Only when that guy on the hockey team called you out, you know the one you had a cru-”

“Sh-sh-sh” you interrupted flapping your hand in an attempt to silence her, your cheeks turning a cute shade of pink.

“Hockey player? I thought you didn’t like athletes” Ari asked arching a brow.

“Where do you think that dislike came from?” you retorted, making his look with your own.

“Well don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll change your opinion” he winked, the roll of your eyes he got in response just made his smile grow wider. Seeing that feisty side of you seemed rare now but Ari wasn’t gonna give up on it.

“Well I’m sure whatever you had to do wasn’t as bad as what we all had to do during our first pre-season with the Bears,” Chris said, shaking his head as a shiver ran through his body.

Ari felt the exact same, he’d been with the bears for a few years but the memory of his initiation was still fresh in his mind. He hadn’t looked at a pint of milk in the same way since.

“What did you have to do?” you asked sitting forward, intrigue clear in his voice.

“We have to down a pint of milk and then run the full length of the pitch and back, if you puke you have to spin a wheel to decide your punishment” Ari explained, unable to hold back the smile when he saw your horrified reaction.

“Does anyone ever succeed?”

“Nope, Curtis came close though, kept it down until the next newbie started chugging the milk and that's when he went” Chris chuckled “he had to shave his eyebrows”

Your jaw dropped as Elena threw her head back laughing loudly “Wait is this where Jensen got his frosted tips?” Elena asked in between breaths.

Ari nodded his head as he laughed along “Yeah that one didn’t really end up as a punishment”

“What did you two have to do?” You asked nodding to Ari and Chris.

“We both had to shave our heads, I didn’t mind it to be honest it was easier to manage” Chris said as he ran a hand through his hair.

Elena pouted “Please don’t shave it again, I like your fluffy hair”

“Don’t worry trouble, it's staying” Chris grinned as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Wow stealing a pig doesn’t seem so bad now” you muttered under your breath but Ari heard it.

“You stole a pig?” he huffed in surprise.

“Yeah that hockey guy convinced me to help steal the rival team’s mascot” you said with an embarrassed wince.

“That’s amazing” Chris laughed his hand slapping his chest as he leant back in his chair.

“They sent her in the distract the team while our guys took the pig” Elena recounted.

“What did you do with it after that? And please don’t say bacon or sausages” Ari asked.

You looked back at him horrified “god no! We actually took it to the ASPCA, it was in awful conditions the poor thing” you pouted “A bunch of their players got suspended because of it”

“Meant our team went ahead in the division” Elena smirked victoriously.

“Wow so you’ve been pulling the strings behind the scenes for a long time” Ari noted with an impressed nod.

“There’s a reason I’m so good at what I do” you smirked.

Ari smiled back at you glad to see you feeling far more comfortable. It was almost like the lunch back in LA all those months ago. The rest of brunch was great too, Ari just enjoyed sitting there and watching you open up more and more. The dynamic you had with Elena was like two sisters who were also best friends. He was happy for you that you were back with your best friend.

Far sooner than Ari would have liked brunch came to an end. He wanted to stay longer but he had to get back to the training facility for afternoon training. This time though he made sure to walk out next to you. Chris and Elena walked a few paces ahead.

When you stepped out of the restaurant Ari noticed you shiver and wrap your arms around yourself “You cold?” he asked.

“Yeah still used to LA weather” you explained as you hugged yourself closer.

“Not used to needing a coat” Ari added with a playful smirk.

“I don’t actually have one” you admitted.

Ari paused and turned to face you “You don’t own a coat? Like at all?”

“Not a winter one no” You went to walk off but Ari held out his arm to stop you.

“Why not?” he asked unable to wrap his head around it.

“I didn’t need one in LA, my closet is full of summer clothes, this jumper is El’s not mine” you explained gesturing down to your sweater. Ari noticed how it was slightly too large for you and it wasn’t a design choice. Elena had a much broader and more muscular frame than you. “I just haven’t had the chance to go out shopping yet, that and money is tighter now, I can’t really afford a whole new wardrobe”

“You need to get a coat at least, it's only gonna get colder, especially when the snow finally arrives” Ari pointed out.

You shot a glare up at him “Yes I am aware of that” you huffed spinning on your heel and speeding off away from him.

Ari cursed under his breath before shrugging off the jacket he was wearing. He jogged to catch up with you and draped the jacket around your shoulders. You startled slightly and looked up at him in confusion.

“Let me keep you warm in the meantime,” Ari said softly.

“But what about you?” you asked as you pulled his large jacket around you more.

“I run hot” he shrugged.

You looked down bashfully as you carried on walking “Thank you”

“It's nothing, and you can keep it until our next date” Ari winked.

“Are you sure?” you asked surprise clear on your face, pausing and turning to face him.

“Never been more sure sweetheart” he smiled as he leant down to press a kiss to your cheek.

Ari: I want to plan our next date

Y/N: Oh okay, yeah sure what do you want to do?

Ari: It’ll be a surprise

Y/N: But I need to know so I can tip the right people off

Ari: I’ll get Steph to deal with it

Y/N: I don’t know, how am I supposed to make sure this works if I don’t know what we’re doing

Ari: just trust me, it’ll be fun and will work perfectly

Y/N: Okay fine

Ari: Great I’ll pick you up at 11

Ari jogged up to the front door of your apartment block and pressed the button for your apartment “Hey c’mon up I’m not quite ready yet” you said through the intercom.

“Sure, see you in a second sweetheart” Ari grinned as he pushed open the door and made his way up to your apartment.

You greeted him at the front door, a smile growing on Ari’s face when he saw you were wearing his jacket. It was definitely too big for you but it looked adorable so Ari had no intention of taking it back. Plus it meant you hadn’t had a chance to go shopping yet which worked perfectly with his plan.

“I just need to grab my bag,” you said as he stepped inside the apartment.

“Had El moved all her stuff out?” Ari asked glancing over at you as you sorted through your bag. While he never visited he knew this used to be Elena’s place but moved out when you turned up so you could have your own apartment.

“Uh yeah, she left things that she didn’t need any more,” you said as you shouldered your bag “Once I get the rest of my stuff it’ll look less barren”

Ari hummed and nodded his head, maybe after today it’ll be less barren. He made a note of that for later “Let’s get going, I’ve got a lot planned” he grinned as he moved to head back out.

“You gonna tell me what we’re doing now?” you asked as you shut and locked the door behind you.

“Nope that would ruin the surprise” Ari grinned as the two of you walked down the stairs together.

You groaned in annoyance “Have you at least let Steph know?”

“Yeah she’s sent someone from the media team to take the odd photo of us while we’re out and she suggested that we post a couple things to social media ourselves” Ari explained as he opened the car door for you.

“Like Instagram stories?” you asked as you climbed into his jeep, Ari putting his hand on your hip to help you up.

“Yeah nothing crazy” he nodded “and trust me you’re gonna love it, I have good intel that girls love this sort of thing” he winked before shutting the door.

It wasn’t a long drive to get where Ari was taking you and he was relying on you not knowing Boston very well. The drive was pretty quiet which Ari didn’t mind, it didn’t make him feel uncomfortable and he was just happy to be in your company.

When he pulled up in the parking lot you looked up from your phone and frowned as you looked around and realised where he’d taken you “A shopping mall?”

“Yep, you said you needed a winter wardrobe but didn’t have time, we also needed a solo date so two birds, one stone” Ari grinned and he killed the engine.

“Yeah but the date should be a dinner date or something” you argued, shaking your head.

Ari shrugged “There’s a food court, why do you think I picked you up before lunchtime?” he offered with a lopsided grin “If you want something fancier I’ll keep that in mind for next time, I just didn’t think you were that kind of girl”

Your mouth opened to argue but you didn’t say anything, which told Ari that he’d gotten that assumption right. He grinned to himself as he got out and rounded the car to open your door.

“I don’t dislike fancy restaurants” you supplied as he held out his hand to help you down.

Ari grinned “Noted, now c’mon sweetheart as much as I love seeing you in my jacket… let’s get you a winter coat”

Ari shook that thought from his head. As much as he wanted otherwise, this relationship was fake. There would be no sex at all and once this was over you would be leaving Boston for bigger and better things. He had to make do with and make the most of this time he had with you, at least that way when it came to an end he had something even if it wasn’t real.

“So do you want to get some food first or straight into shopping? I know they say it’s bad to shop on an empty stomach” Ari asked as you walked into the shopping mall hand in hand.

“That’s food shopping” you pointed out making Ari snort with laughter “but I guess it would be a good idea energy wise”

“Good plan, what would you like?” Ari asked as you rounded the corner towards the food court.

“I don’t mind, what fits with your diet plan?” you asked looking up at him.

Ari smiled softly, he found it cute that you cared enough about that, most people didn’t “None” he answered honestly “but one meal won’t hurt, I’ll just have to pump more iron in the gym” he winked not missing the way your cheeks pinkened as you looked away quickly.

“Okay well, how about Panda Express?” you suggested pointing over in its direction.

“Perfect, that’s actually my favourite” Ari grinned as he started walking over it.

“Me too” you hummed quietly as Ari led you through the crowds.

He arched a brow and looked over his shoulder “Really?” he asked surprised.

“Yeah me and Elena ate way too much of it during college” you chuckled softly.

“I’m jealous, I rarely get to have it, mostly during the off-season,” he told you as he reached the back of the line.

“What’s your go-to order?” you asked as you looked up at the menu.

“Never the shrimp” Ari snorted shaking his head, he’d had a bad experience with the shrimp before, it wasn’t bad enough to put him off the chain but he learnt never to get seafood from a fast food chain “I go for the shanghai Angus steak and brown rice if its during the season and white or noodles for my end of season meal”

“You get it for your first meal after the season ends?” you asked turning your attention to him.

“Yeah, look forward to it every season” Ari grinned.

“You don’t go for something more fancy?”

“Nope, what better to celebrate or drown your sorrows with than some greasy, unhealthy food” he smirked, “what do you go for?”

You let out a bit of a dramatic sigh “I’m basic and I love the orange chicken and noodles and extra fortune cookies”

Ari chuckled “Nothing wrong with being basic” he smiled warmly down at you.

“I beg to differ” you snorted shaking your head, Ari heard the hint of self-consciousness in your voice and immediately knew you were referring to what happened with your ex.

“There’s nothing wrong with it” Ari reiterated firmly “Why mess with perfection?” Your lips parted in surprise before you looked down at your feet “Plus the orange chicken is iconic”

“I guess” you mumbled still looking down at your feet.

Ari squeezed your hand a couple of times before stepping forward to place the order, making sure to order extra fortune cookies for you. He didn’t miss the small smile that you tried to hide when he did so.

Once he had the food he kept hold of your hand and carried the tray over to a free booth with his other hand. He placed the tray down and gestured for you to slide in, he slid in next to you and rested his arm behind you. You were so close that Ari could smell the scent of your shampoo and he loved it.

“This okay?” he asked quietly, “Steph said she’d position someone in the food court”

You turned to look at him, your eyes widening as if you only just noticed how close he was, these booths weren’t really meant for two people to sit together, especially not a rugby player “Yeah” you muttered breathlessly.

A smile twitched at Ari’s lips “Let's tuck in then, we’ve got a lot of shopping ahead of us”

You flashed him a smile before turning your attention to the food. As the two of you ate Ari asked you more questions about your life before moving to Boston. He tactically avoided anything that involved your ex since you always closed in on yourself when that happened so he focused on your life back in upstate New York.

“I’d say that’s given me enough energy to do some shopping, without filling me up enough that I can sneak a pretzel later” Ari smirked as he stacked the empty containers “Can’t forget these though,” he said pushing the multiple fortune cookies your way.

“I can’t have all of them” you argued pushing some back towards him.

“Of course you can, I brought them for you” Ari pushed them back to you with a smirk.

“You have to have at least one,” you said grabbing one and holding it out to him.

Ari grinned and took the cookie from you “Deal but you have to tell me your fortune”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, cracking open a cookie and munching away as you read out the fortune “Be curious. Be present. Embrace uncertainty”

“That sounds like good fortune” Ari hummed as he rested his arm behind you again.

You hummed in agreement “Guess so, what’s yours?”

Ari opened up his cookie and smirked to himself “You will place your trust in others and be rewarded… in bed” Ari said wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed and threw your fortune at him “You added the in-bed bit”

Ari shrugged “Maybe, maybe not… maybe in bed is where I want to be rewarded” he winked.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove which made Ari laugh, he dropped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. His smile turned warm when you didn’t pull away from him.

“Should we get shopping?” you asked looking up at him.

“If you’re ready” Ari hummed as he collected up all of the leftover fortune cookies and put them in your bag for you for later.

“Yeah let's go, it shouldn’t take too long”

“It’ll take however long as you need or want” Ari smiled as he stood up from the booth and held out his hand to help you up.

You smiled softly and took his hand “It’ll take however long as my bank account can handle” you said with a pointed look.

“Don’t you worry about that” Ari winked.

You frowned over at him “You are not paying for my clothes” you stated.

“We’ll see about that” Ari grinned “I save money for situations like this, so let me spoil my girlfriend” he said we you walked out of the food court.

“Fake girlfriend” you corrected quietly.

“Shush, we’re in public” Ari whispered as he leant in closer to you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

Your head snapped in his direction, your eyes wide like saucers.

“Sorry should have asked” Ari apologised, squeezing your hand.

“No, no it's fine” you muttered looking down and clearing your throat.

Ari grinned “Good” he lifted your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.

Over the next few hours, Ari took you into every shop that sold warm clothes. You were pretty reluctant at first but after the first couple of shops, where Ari practically had to block you from the card machine so he could pay, you started to warm up to it and have more fun. Even Ari was enjoying it, he didn’t mind sitting in the designated chair outside of the fitting rooms especially when you came back out to show off and get his opinion on a few things.

“I know but I wanted to” Ari smiled softly as he tucked into his own pretzel, the perfect after-shopping trip treat.

“I promise to pay you back”

“It's okay, I had the money and you’re helping me get onto the national team” Ari shrugged as he demolished the last of his pretzel, he wasn’t going to admit that he would have done it anyway, he did it just to see you smile and to make sure you were warm.

“Well at least you can have your jacket back” You nodded down to his jacket that you were still wearing.

“You can keep it, it looks good on you” Ari winked, not missing the way you blushed and looked down at yourself.

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