#My friend sitting next to me tried to warn the prof

[sunfloweraroace]

my professor for a superhero media studies class I’m taking gave us a final essay where the only requirements (outside of formatting) was to make it at least 5 pages and not boring

[schoenpepper]

Here Kitty Kitty Kitty (Housewardens)

Intro: You're a wild little thing, aren't you? Let's see how the NRC dorm leaders deal with you, then.

Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, not proofread, not much i think idk tell me if i should pop a warning somewhere, it's reaaally long

A/N: My goodbye gift before I die in college. Not that I'd be too busy though, my prof list isn't even complete yet. Hollywood lied to me about college it all sucks (not even started first day yet). Oh this was a request btw so I hope you like it anon. Even though I'm not sure I really followed through with the request I'm sorry.

Masterlist

Headcanon order (on the what he thinks of you part):

Fierce, reckless, territorial, soft to people close to you

You tried to tell Neige you weren’t interested in the National Arcane Academy Culture Fair, you really did. But your best friend is a lot less of a pushover than he seems to be, hanging onto your arm and pulling you right to the middle of the chaos. NRC is dark, dreary, and every corner seems to be black and covered with spiderwebs. Which, honestly, is quite the refreshing turn from the bright white glitter you’d gotten used to in RSA.

“Their science club is doing a cafe!”

The black-haired, starry-eyed boy points at a spot on the map. “It’s not too far from this place, maybe we can drop by and try out their treats.” he smiles happily. You look away (two years is not enough time to get used to the sparkles that magically appear whenever he beams) and sigh. “Where are the dwarves? Won’t they enjoy going to the cafe more than I would? I told you I was just fine sitting on a bench somewhere until the SDC.”

“Huh? Oh, you’re right. Where are they—” you pull him back as he turns, but not before he bumps into someone.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking…”

“Hm? It’s fine, oh hey, aren’t you that superstar on the news?”

The ginger is getting uncomfortably close to your friend’s personal space, so you get in front of Neige, shielding him from this nosy NRC student.

“Y/N!” Neige gives you a worried look, tugging on your sleeve, “I should apologize.”

“What? He said it’s fine already.”

“Ace, are you disturbing these visitors?”

At the sound of the new voice, the young man in front of you straightens up almost unnecessarily straight, back taut and expression nervous. A short student with strawberry red hair is accompanied by a tall student with glasses and green hair. The redhead seems very uptight, with the way he drags down this ‘Ace’ person to his level by the collar to chastise him from apparently ‘disturbing’ you. Neige waves from behind you, trying to stop them while making sure not to leave your circle of protection. “No, we bumped into him, it was my fault really.”

“Ah, I see,” he nods as he lets go of the other person’s collar, “my apologies that you had to see that shameful act. If you need anything, please let the culture fair committee members know, you will recognize them by this badge.”

“Cool, but we’re just going to the cafe. Thanks for the help, bye,” you cut the conversation short and pull Neige away.

“Y/N, that was very rude.”

You shrug, “What was I supposed to do? Didn’t you see that guy has an on and off switch for exploding like an active volcano? Did you want to be on the receiving end of his next outburst?”

“Don’t be so judgmental, Y/N, you barely know the person,” Neige sighs.

“I don’t need to know him.”

Exchange program:

It turns out that you did, in fact, need to know him. Neige somehow managed to convince you to sign up for an exchange student program between RSA and NRC, so you got sorted into Heartslabyul and the guy you insulted at the culture fair is now your housewarden.

Ace and Deuce are okay, if not a few cells short of a brain sometimes. You do enjoy getting caught up in their shenanigans whenever the dorm leader and his eight hundred something rules get a tad bit too stifling. At some point, their dumb (affectionate) tactics manage to work their way into your heart, so you begrudgingly call them friends.

You think Cater’s a good guy, if not a bit social-media-obsessed. You don’t mind having him nearby because he generally just chats about random things. As long as you manage to put up with him asking for a pic every once in a while, he’s not awful. Trey is a comforting presence. He may or may not have Pavlov’d you with the way he always has a sweet treat with him, making you calmer and more susceptible to behaving within his general vicinity.

Riddle is a whole ‘nother thing altogether; you make him mad. Er, madder than usual, at least. Something must be in the tea in Heartslabyul because you and the housewarden in the same room is a guarantee for a beheading. Usually you, but there have been a fair number of innocent victims who’d just happened to get caught up in your squabbles. Riddle is a flame and you’re a tankful of gasoline, always with a witty comeback or something else that’s sure to make every situation worse.

What he thinks of you (before the relationship):

Think a dry, wooden cottage smack dab in the middle of the woods and a wildfire. That’s how you and Riddle get along. You’re hot tempered; pot, meet kettle. You’re sarcastic and snippy, traits that he most certainly does not appreciate. Every time he’s lecturing you about something or the other, you speak. And every word that comes out of your mouth makes him want to collar you.

…Another one? How did his dorm somehow get stuck with the most ‘act first, think later’ individuals? You give Riddle a headache, but don’t worry, he’s all too used to it. He will bail you out of trouble and every stupid situation you find yourself in, but also, he will assign you a 5000 word apology essay each time he does.

Riddle gets it. It’s a sign of disrespect when people touch your things without your explicit consent, and he’d get mad too if it was him in that situation. Does, however, do a double-take when he sees you tackle someone to the ground after you hear them insult Neige, screaming something about “your people”. Turns a blind eye.

Since…since when have you and that duo been so close? He’s not mad (for once). But he does feel rather…upset. You’re always such a spiky individual, so to see you almost melting into the couch, head on Deuce’s lap as he patted your hair and legs over Ace’s, it’s almost surreal. He’s not angry, no, but then why does he still feel unhappy?

Love story climax:

“I just don’t understand. Why do I feel so uncomfortable when I see Y/N together with other people?”

Trey hums from where he’s standing in the kitchen, letting Riddle know that he’s listening while whipping the bowl of cream.

“You’re smart,” Trey chuckles, “you’ll figure it out.”

Riddle rolls his eyes and looks back down at the chopping board, cutting off the top of another strawberry. It wasn’t an illness, but maybe if he diagnosed it like one, he could arrive at a proper conclusion. He mentally retraces his steps and every unpleasant feeling that had welled up inside him. He feels okay, good maybe, when he sees you. He gets mad when you retort while he’s trying to discipline you, but even then, he seems to have started to find it rather…cute? And he gets unreasonably anxious when you’re so close to your friends.

…No. No. Absolutely not.

Riddle Rosehearts is not in love with you.

What he thinks of you (in the relationship):

You still make him mad, but now instead of being collared, you just need to coax him a little and this strawberry shortcake is ready to fold like a collapsible tent. Make it up to him by being sweet and loving him lots, okay? If it’s to other people, he doesn’t really care as long as it doesn’t get violent. You are exempt from the apology letters though, congrats (he thinks that time writing them could be better spent with him).

Riddle probably needs heart medication at some point, you’re going to drive him either insane or to his inevitable death. He gets a lot more protective of you now because you’re his partner, but please please please at least try not to get hurt. Or try to consider if you might get hurt before doing something. Or how about this, you call him up before you make any decision at all?! Yeah. Heart attack.

Honestly, he probably doesn’t realize that you have a tendency to be overly possessive and territorial of him. Riddle isn’t exactly the type of guy to frequently get love confessions (he should be), you know? So the only time he nottices is when you catch him in the middle of equestrian club meetings or something, and he’s just a step too close to some newbie. Tells you to keep it down and assures you, his love for you is real and unchanging.

Happy guy. He thinks he’s silly when he gets so giddy at the smallest things you do, like kissing the back of his hand, but he can’t exactly stop the somersaults his heart does whenever you’re being so affectionate with him. Regardless, it’s quite rude to make public displays of affection, so be reserved and try to keep it all in private. Will blush at every little thing until like, two years into the relationship.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Neige’s words are cut short when you tackle the hyena beastman to the ground. He looks at you, horrified, and was likely about to chastise you before you pulled out a familiar leather wallet from the beastman’s pocket. “Thief,” you hiss, “you picked the wrong students to mess with.”

“Tsk, [laugh with me].”

The hyena rolls around and you’re unable to control your own movements, rolling with him. You’re lying on the ground when the magic snaps but he’s already running away, Neige’s wallet in hand. “Oh no you don’t!”

You weave through the crowd of students and booths, trying to keep your eyes trained on the mop of caramel hair that was zooming farther and farther away from you. You finally spot him by one of the stages, where he sprints by a tall lion beastman who catches him by the scruff of his neck like a kitten. You come to a stop, panting lightly as you glare at the lion beastman. “Is this guy a friend of yours? He has something of mine, so you better have him give it back quick or I’ll—”

“Ruggie,” The lion yawns, “no stealing during the culture fair.”

“Finders keepers!”

“Ruggie.”

“Fine.”

You get Neige’s wallet back and immediately turn tail and leave. These NRC students are freaks (no stealing during the culture fair? then it’s okay to steal any other time?).

Exchange program:

Something something it’s better to make friends than enemies. While not a saying you’ve ever given a fuck about before, it’s hard not to care when it led you to where you are now. Due to a mass voting in RSA for whoever to send to the exchange program, you’ve been bolted out as the sacrificial lamb (that’s what you get for always picking fights). Savanaclaw takes you in because you wrestle one of their dorm members to the ground on your very first day.

Jack Howl is probably one of the closest things you’ll see to another RSA student in this place. You get along well with him because he doesn’t take your quips at face value (or rather, he doesn’t care for your insults and dry sarcasm). Ruggie takes a bit more getting used to, but he’s a really cool dude when you manage to keep all your valuables away from arm’s reach.

And Leona…he’s like a stray cat. And you’re also a stray cat. And you’re in the same dark alley, coexisting together. You ignore each other most of the time unless the other gets a tad bit too close. It’s not too bad when the boundaries are in place.

What he thinks of you (before the relationship):

He’s too tired and sleepy most of the time to deal with your temper. Not as if you can do anything about it though, try as you might, you can never win against Leona. You can talk crap about how lazy he is or whatever, he doesn’t care, but whenever you even attempt to fight him you’re already subdued one way or another. Leona thinks you should pick and choose your battles well.

While Leona is a big believer of instincts, there’s a fine line between believing and charging in like a bull seeing red at the first tingle of a gut feeling. He’ll let out a sigh but still, he’ll fish you out of trouble and claim you’re bothering his naptime and he’ll totally leave you to fend for yourself the next time the consequences of your stupid actions find you (he will not).

He’s a lion, of course he’s territorial. So he understands your need to stake your claim on a certain place or item, as long as it’s not something he’d already claimed as his own. Leaves you about it. Territorial about people though? Same thing. Do as you will, he can’t muster the energy to care.

A low growl is emitted from his chest, pupils constricted into pinpricks, ears and tail stiff—Leona isn’t dumb. He knows that the instinctual actions of his body mean something, and in this case, it means he’s annoyed watching you be all buddy buddy with Ruggie. You, the little porcupine you are, laughing so easily with the guy you swore was your enemy, it makes him gnash his teeth in anger (envy).

Love story climax:

He can’t get you out of his head.

The few months you’ve been at NRC, you’ve started to become an existence that he didn’t mind constantly having around. He’d found you annoying at first, so why is it that now, just seeing you so happy with Ruggie is enough to drive him insane? He keeps his eyes closed but he can’t sleep. You’re still lingering in his vision, a hazy mirage by the moonlight of the savanna. Why can’t he stop thinking about you?

Why can’t he stop thinking about your hair and how soft it looked to touch? Why can’t he stop thinking about how incredible your skin would feel on his? Why can’t he stop thinking about your lips…?

Fuck.

Leona rolls over in his bed, burying his face in a pillow. Maybe if he suffocated to death he wouldn’t be haunted by thoughts of you. But, if you’re so willing to be close to Ruggie, why not Leona? He could be your…friend too. Do you already think of him as a friend? You tend to run to him with that stupid smile and chatter away even when he tells you to go away, is that a sign that you saw him as some sort of confidant? Whatever.

Leona’s not good with emotions, but he’s the farthest thing from a coward.

What he thinks of you (in the relationship):

Okay wildfire, Leona likes it, but you need to tone it down a bit unless you want your ass handed back to you on a platter. No he’s not threatening you, it’s just that you should already know the folks in NRC aren’t scared of fights. No he doesn’t care that you’re not scared of fights. Stop picking fights. If you sass him back enough he will sling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

There’s a reason why he always has one hand on you, whether on your hip or the back of your neck. It’s not because he’s a clingy kitty (stop teasing, he’s not a cat!), rather, it’s so he can easily stop you when a situation arises and you decide on something he wishes you didn’t decide on. Now that you’re in a relationship, he’ll sit you down and start a long discussion on why you should learn to think before you act.

Let’s get something straight, you are part of his territory, not the other way around. He’s just as protective and possessive of you as you are to him, if not more, so pretty much everyone knows to book it when they see you two together. Any poor soul who has a crush on either of you quickly get the picture.

Tsk, you’re so clingy (affectionate). Unlike most guys on the list, Leona doesn’t give two shits about other people, ergo, he doesn’t care when you kiss or touch him in public. In fact, he encourages it. Go ahead, mark him up. But if he reciprocates, he’ll tell you he’s just doing what you’ve been doing, so you have no right to refuse.

You knew it was instantly trouble when the person he bumped into had all the tells of a bad mood. You push Neige behind you while he apologizes profusely to the stranger. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry!” His words obviously went unheard because this annoyingly tall NRC student only grimaced, and you know from experience that when someone bares their teeth at you, it means they haven’t forgiven your pitiful apology.

“You can’t see where you’re going, hah, maybe I should squeeze you ‘til your eyes pop out? Maybe you’ll see it then?”

Let it be known that though you were half this asshole’s size, that did not mean you were going to take this lying down.

“Hey, back off. He said it was an accident.”

You feel Neige tugging on your sleeve. “Hey, Y/N let’s just—”

“I don’t care if it was an accident, I’m in a slump and you just made it worse, y’know?”

“Well I don’t care if you don’t care. You better back off before I take your slump and shove it down your stupid—”

Another unfamiliar figure approaches, this one shorter than the asshole, with purplish-white hair and glasses, yet somehow looking just as dangerous with the kind smile he has on. He gives the guy in front of you a very pissed-off look behind the carefully maintained grin. You think he might be trying to whisper, but it’s not very quiet.

“Floyd! I told you to sell the drinks while Jade and I are gone, what are you doing here?”

“Ehhh, but I didn’t feel like selling drinks.”

They’re gone before you even know what’s going on.

The interaction only cemented what you’d known before you even got here; everyone in NRC is a weirdo.

Exchange program:

Apparently, someone’s great idea for a prank is signing you up to be an exchange student to NRC. So, hurray.

You’re plopped into Octavinelle because the very reliable headmaster of NRC drew lots from some magical (rigged) thing. It doesn’t take you too long to realize that the quick-to-violence guy you’d met a little while back is one of the frontrunners of the dormitory. Thankfully, your second meeting has Floyd in a better mood than before, and he decides that you’re interesting before bestowing you your very own nickname; catfish. You do not appreciate it.

Jade is easy enough to get along with, you’ve discovered it’s good to just do as he says and as long as he has nothing to gain from it, he won’t torment you (too much). Though, he does make your hackles rise every once in a while because dear Seven he gives you the heebie-jeebies, even despite the perfectly polite thing he has going on.

Azul, it takes you way too long to befriend. He starts off avoiding you almost entirely, like you’re a contagious disease (if only you knew). You’re not the type to suck up to anyone, and definitely not the type to force close proximity with someone who seems to hate you, so you leave him alone. Eventually, one potion explosion, two torn contracts, and one messed up lounge later, you and Azul become acquaintances. Friends, maybe. Uh, tentatively.

What he thinks of you (before the relationship):

Azul thinks you’re unnecessarily high-strung. Well, where do you get the energy to always be so combative and hot-tempered? He’d rather stay away from people like you when business isn’t involved. He’s one to always keep calm and cool after all, he doesn’t think he’d get along with you at all.

Your tendency to act according to your nature and intuition and just general however you feel like acting, it’s an enigma for sure. Azul prefers a plan and at least three other backup plans, so you running headfirst into any situation makes him sigh and take another step back from you. Sevens know it might be contagious (does not call you stupid to your face, but to your back? Absolutely).

The first time he saw you almost bite Floyd’s head off for just touching your things without your permission, it was enough for him to put another strike on his record. Oh dear, you really are a handful, aren’t you? Does not realize your territorialism extends to people until Jade showed him what happened to the last student that tried messing with one of the dwarves.

Azul thinks he needs new glasses. Is that you? Looking so sweet and cuddly with your friends? Really? He gets flashbacks to when you almost scratched his eyes out that time he tried roping you into one of his contracts. Now seeing you all clingy with that celebrity, he feels…uncomfortable. It must be because you’re acting strange (he’s not jealous, thank you very much).

Love story climax:

“Yeah their food is crazy good,” you grin at Neige, helping him choose a few items on the menu, “as long as the bill is paid, at least.”

While Azul is flattered at your actions to recommend the Mostro Lounge to your closest friend who’d dropped by for a visit, there’s an annoying, itchy, gnawing feeling in one of his hearts that makes him unable to sit still. He pushes your original waiter aside and approaches your table with his little notepad, shooting you the most charming smile he’s able to give. He taps his pen against the paper to get your attention. “Y/N, I’m so glad to see you stop by again. I assume you’ll have the usual?”

“Oh, hey Azul,” he does not fail to notice the way your tone gets softer with him, “yes please. And can you add some other dishes for my friend here? Maybe two or three of your most popular ones, just so he can try them.”

Azul nods, jotting down your order. Then, he places a hand over his chest, grinning, “Of course, and just for you, it’s free of charge!”

It doesn’t take him long to confess now that he knows you like him too.

What he thinks of you (in the relationship):

Thinks it’s hot 100%, he will die on this hill. While he still doesn’t appreciate you constantly getting into fights with other people, seeing you angry is so interesting to him. Also, you turn down the sarcasm with him, so he can fully enjoy seeing you tear someone a new one. Will not stop you unless it’s beginning to get physical.

His hair is about to turn white. Except, it’s already white. Anyway, the point is that you stress him out very much, as you being reckless means you tend to get into situations that isn’t in his Plan A. Or B. Or C. He bails you out of trouble with a calm smile and an eloquent speech, and it’s usually enough to resolve the situation. This doesn’t mean he likes you having virtually no self-control or self-reflection skills though, you’ll have to have a long talk with him (communication is key).

Azul thinks it’s cute when you let him pop your personal bubble, and he’s very happy to watch you try to pick a fight with anyone who gets too close to either you or him (keyword being try, he does his best to stop any actual fights from happening). He doesn’t mind you seeing him as part of your ‘territory’, as long as he gets something in return (and you don’t get too suffocating).

Watching you curl up into him whether in public or private gets him flustered, but especially in public. Angelfish, the big bad businessman has a reputation to uphold, you know? Still, he can’t find it in himself to push you off when you’re just so adorable like this, knowing how feisty you typically are. Do try to save it for private spaces though, he would also like to cling onto you shamelessly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

Something is off about the person Neige bumped into. Call it a gut feeling, or maybe it was the way the brown haired student was instantly alert, sweeping the white haired boy to a ‘safer’ distance before deciding on whether or not it was worth it to actually face you and Neige. You’re not sure what exactly is wrong, but your intuition is saying that this is not the kind of person your all-too-naive friend is supposed to fraternize with.

“It’s fine.”

His answer is curt, and he steers the other boy away immediately. You share a look with Neige, when you click your tongue and pull him along to find a map.

“They seemed nice.”

You hope there will not come a day when your friend is at the mercy of people with bad intentions, as it is very likely that he’d be eaten alive. “They seemed like bad news. Everyone here seems like bad news.” You reply, finally finding the botanical gardens where the cafe had been set up. You sit across from Neige at a table where some student takes your orders. Neige asks for a caramel macchiato with extra caramel and some macarons, and you opt for something a little less diabetic. “Don’t say that, Y/N. They didn’t even do anything to us, even though I was at fault for bumping into them. Isn’t that nice?”

You roll your eyes, “It’s nice that they didn’t, what, beat us up? Have higher standards, LeBlanche.”

“They seem like they’d make for good friends, that’s all,” he laughs softly.

“You think that of everyone.”

“Maybe you should give it a try.”

Exchange program:

Neige’s great plan to get you more “accustomed” to people is to throw you to NRC in the school’s newly-cooked-up exchange student program. You can’t stop him, because he really is only thinking of the best for you, but it doesn’t mean you have to like it, right? You get put in Scarabia because they have a lot of room.

Jamil is…okay. He’s a lot of things, but mostly, he’s not someone you’d ever find back at RSA. He’s a stressed out nanny most of the time, but there are a few moments when he feels more morally gray than people should probably be.

Kalim, however, you get along with splendidly. With him as your housewarden, you almost feel like you’re back with your normal circle of friends. Except Kalim is like, horrendously richer than them (and a bit more airheaded, though you think that could still be debated).

What he thinks of you (before the relationship):

Sorry, but most of your sarcasm is going to bounce right off Kalim’s head. He will not notice it unless you’re really blunt about it, in which case, why? It’s not easy to be mad at someone who’s so genuine all the time, and being unnecessarily mean to him is just, well, mean. It’s best to just go along with him. You can’t win against this type of person.

Twinning! No, seriously, you’re two cookies cut from the same dough, with the exact same cookie cutter. You and Kalim are exactly the same in this kind of thing, and it drives Jamil absolutely insane. Sorry to say but whatever trouble you stir up you’re going to have to face yourself; Kalim is no help, he rarely even has to face the consequences of his own actions, much less yours.

Kalim is the kind of guy to unintentionally get too close, like, all the time. No he doesn’t mean it, but it also doesn’t help when your instincts go nuts because he borrowed a pencil without asking. He does notice that you’re very protective of your stuff, but he doesn’t really notice what he does most of the time, though he tries to respect your boundaries. Does not notice it translates to people.

Oh hey! You’re hanging out with Neige, that’s so cool, can he come with? No…? You want some time with your friend because he’s only visiting for a short time? That’s cool…yeah, he can give you guys space. It’s not very often that the Al-Asim heir finds something that makes him feel disappointed or upset, but this is certainly one of them. And the worst part is, he doesn’t even know why.

Love story climax:

You’re such a sight to behold.

Kalim wonders if Neige knows how lucky he is, able to touch you and hug you like he does. You don’t even fight back, only returning the embrace with a smile. There’s a sharp pain in Kalim’s chest and he wonders what he has to do in order for you to let him that close. He’s your friend too, isn’t he? It’s…so unfair.

“Kalim?”

Jamil approaches him with a worried expression. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at the fountain for a while.”

He sees the change in Jamil’s face when he notices that it’s you sitting by the fountain. “I see.” The words make Kalim laugh. He rests his elbows on the railing and leans forward, resting his chin on his palms. Of course, Jamil would know. Jamil would understand. Jamil can see the blooming feelings in his chest that he himself took far too long to get.

He wonders if you know.

What he thinks of you (in the relationship):

Being in a relationship does not make Kalim able to detect sarcasm. If you ever try to sass him, he will take it at face value. Anyway, now that you’re this close, it’s easier to understand that with his background, Kalim has never wanted for anything, and no one ever really says no to him. He has a tendency to not hear what you’re saying sometimes, only believing in what he wants to hear. You’re going to need to find some time to discuss this with him.

The only way that this would differ from when you were just strangers/friends with Kalim, is that Jamil is now kind of obligated to help you out when you find yourself in situations you can’t (and likely don’t want to) talk your way out of. At some point he just hypnotizes you to stay out of trouble, at least for a weekend, so he can breathe. Between you and Kalim, he’s probably about to overblot again.

Are you jealous? Kalim laughs it off and hugs you, promising he only loves you and no one else! It’s unlikely he understands the nuances, but Jamil assures you it’s better that way. Your protectiveness goes a bit unnoticed, if only because he’s used to bodyguards and being protected, and it’s also very unlikely that he notices your possessiveness.

Kalim lives for displays of affection! Physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation—his most fluent language is every love language ever. You want to hug in the middle of a crowd? Sure, he might lose you in the throng of people, after all. Want to kiss? Why not? Make sure not to miss his lips, okay? Private, public, with an audience or alone, Kalim will love you and he will do it in a way that you will never doubt his feelings for you.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t—oh! You’re one of Vil’s friends, right?” Neige holds out a hand to the purple-haired boy for a handshake while you look on with a raised brow. “Um, Epel, I think, is what he called you?”

This Epel kid puts on a smile and shakes Neige’s hand, but it’s easy to tell it’s fake. He’s looking around nervously, as if to ascertain that no one sees him holding hands with Neige, and he takes it back as quickly as he’d put it out. “Right, I need to go, it was nice seeing you,” Epel laughs awkwardly and attempts to leave. He’s rooted in place once his name is called out by someone tall, blonde, and annoyingly pretty. You know from watching your friend’s works that this is the person who often played his rival; Vil Schoenheit. He does not give you the impression that he considers Neige a friend the way that Neige sees him go be.

“Epel, it’s time to go back for rehearsals,” he snaps at the younger boy, before putting on a perfectly practiced smile as he turned to Neige, “apologies for the trouble, we’ll leave you be now.”

And they walk away.

Your friend next to you is waving happily while you cross your arms.

(Clearly, that pompous-looking peacock has something against Neige.)

“It’s a shame, I wanted to introduce you to Vil, but he seems very busy.”

You scoff lightly, but at the very least, you try to mask your distaste. There’s no need for you to tell him that Vil likely hates his guts and the very dirt he steps on, not unless the other makes a move on it. “I don’t need to know anyone here,” you roll your eyes and hold onto his wrist, pulling him away, “let’s just find that cafe. Botanical gardens, right?”

“Right!”

Exchange program:

Due to a few…accidents, the faculty members of RSA have chosen you to represent the school in an exchange student program (they want you shipped off to NRC, like, bad). Pomefiore is the very lucky winner of the “which dorm should this kid be in” raffle, which means hell for you.

Epel is surprisingly funny. He’s probably one of the prettiest people you’ve ever met (and RSA is filled with pretty boys), yet his natural way of doing things is so crude, for lack of a better word. He feels good to chill with, and escape from all the prissiness that the dorm (and its housewarden) has to offer. Rook, though, you stay far away from. Sometimes when you’re alone, you feel like someone is watching you. And it’s probably him.

If there was anyone in this entire school that you absolutely loathe, it’s the world-renowned model actor blah blah blah Vil. He cannot stand your flippant attitude and you cannot stand his everything.

What he thinks of you (before the relationship):

Vil does not know who Jesus Christ is, but I assure you that if he did, the name would be on his tongue 24/7. You don’t stand a chance in a verbal or physical fight with Vil, so you’ve learned to settle for making stupid comments behind his back. That he can still hear. He finds you very frustrating to work with, but he does love a challenge. You’ll learn to be more elegant by the time he’s done with you (you will not).

Part of the ‘does not give a fuck’ club. Whatever mess you find yourself in is your business, do you understand? He’s not one for spoon feeding, potato, so all your problems are your own to bear. Vil thinks that basing everything off intuition and instinct is straight up barbaric, but unfortunately for both you and him, you can’t be moved to Savanaclaw.

What are you, an animal? He can understand not wanting other people to touch your possessions, but must you hiss like some sort of raccoon? Fine, he’ll back off if he must. Your possessiveness of people doesn’t escape him, he just doesn’t think it’s any of his business. However, your actions now, in part, reflect Pomefiore which is under his rule and jurisdiction. Watch how you act.

It’s such an ugly feeling, and one that Vil refuses to define. And it’s Neige again, why is it always Neige? He knows you’re close but must you be that close? You’re always against people being in your ‘bubble’, so when he sees you all over that doe-eyed rival of his, it leaves him seething. Stop holding his hand, stop whispering so close to his ear, stop ignoring Vil…please…

Love story climax:

“Mira, Mira, who is the most beautiful of them all?”

Since he already knows the answer, why does he keep asking? Vil’s never pegged himself as a masochist. Then, what the hell is he doing to himself?

“Searching. The account with most comments tagged as beautiful, Neige LeBlanche.”

…Of course.

Why is it that Neige can get what he can’t have every single time? He works just as hard, doesn’t he? If not more. Neige is the protagonist, Vil is the antagonist. Neige is the hero, Vil is the villain. Neige is your best friend.

Who is Vil to you? Do you even think about him half the amount of times that he thinks of you? Is he a stranger? An acquaintance? A naggy dorm leader that you wish to avoid as much as possible?

He’s come second to your best friend one too many times.

He’s not giving up your heart, not to Neige, not to anyone.

What he thinks of you (in the relationship):

Congratulations, you’ve been upgraded from annoying (derogatory) to annoying (affectionate)! While he doesn’t enjoy your cattiness too much, Vil does like a bit of bite. He’ll indulge you just a little, everything’s fine in moderation, after all. Just make sure you know when to tone it down, darling.

Vil is a responsible person, and he expects you to be responsible too. If you pick a fight all on your own, he has no qualms letting you face the consequences by yourself. But he’s not heartless. If it really is too much for you to handle, or if it’s not your fault, he’s more than happy to help you mediate things (or beat someone up idk).

Jealousy isn’t pretty, but he rather likes the color on you. This man is beloved by literal millions so you’ll have a hard time keeping him all to yourself. But if it’s any consolation, his love is all yours, alright? Vil wouldn’t mind a possessive lover just as long as you know your place. If you think of him as part of your territory? Well, why not?

Vil Schoenheit has a reputation to keep. He can’t just let you do whatever; he’s a public figure. So all your lovey dovey-ing will have to wait until you and him are behind closed, locked, chained doors with shut windows covered by heavy curtains, do you understand? If you do, then feel free to adore him as much as you want to. He will return your affection in kind.

“I didn’t notice you there, sorry!”

“It’s fine…gosh these normies are so clumsy, can’t even walk without tripping over their own feet…though I guess I’m not one to talk.”

Your sense of hearing has an impeccable range, at least, more than enough to hear this walking matchstick’s grumbling that he’d likely meant to keep to himself. You glare at him and push Neige back, rolling up your sleeves. This guy might be tall, but he’ll bend to your level with a nice kick at the groin. “What’d you call my friend, you blue-raspberry-flavored lightstick?”

“Y/N, stop it!”

He squealed, seemingly panicking as he backed away. “What the, I say a few words and you pick a fight irl? That’s so lame.”

“I swear to the Seven if another stupid word leaves your—”

“Threat detected.”

A cute, blue-haired (blue-flamed?) robot kid is pointing some pretty big laser guns your way, so you’re forced to take a step back, watching him slowly lower them. “Hello, please refrain from threatening my big brother, or I’ll have to annihilate you.” The kid warns you with a chipper tone of voice, but he’s glaring at you harshly.

“Y/N,” Neige whispers, “let’s just go.”

You weigh your options and decide that, even though you can probably take that six-foot gremlin, it’s very unlikely you’ll come out unscathed with the adorable death machine in the mix. You send the man one last glare while your friend pulls you away from possible homicide.

Exchange program:

The greenhouse going up in flames was definitely not your fault. Uh, totally unrelated sentence aside, you’ve been chosen to represent RSA to go on an exchange student program to NRC. Because no one from Ignihyde was at the meeting (physically), they couldn’t exactly turn you down. Most people ignored the panicking tablet, anyway.

Ortho is a sweetheart, you’ve found, when you’re not threatening to de-ball his beloved older brother. But the catch is that you can’t spend much time with him without also spending time with Idia. Which, ew.

Your housewarden is someone you barely ever saw. But you’ve taken it upon yourself to annoy him as much as humanly possible (no you’re not petty who said that), so you usually camp outside his door to spook him from ever leaving. This escalates to occasional talks through the door, which turns into him slipping you a controller, to him realizing you can’t play if you don’t see the screen, to actually letting you hang out in his room.

What he thinks of you (before the relationship):

Make no mistake, Idia’s tongue is just as poisonous as yours, if not more. The combination usually leads to trash talk that once made Ortho splash the two of you with cold water. He thinks you’re funny, but you’re both petty so most verbal fights turn to you two swatting at each other like children.

Bro, don’t you have a strategy for every level? You can’t win if you just wing it all the time, y’know? Idia’s the type of gamer who spends several hours at a game’s wiki page just to find the best route to the finish line, so you being as you are kinda gives him a headache. And look, he’s not helping you out, okay? None of his business.

What…you chill in his room but don’t let him have some of your honey butter potato chips? That’s lame af, but like whatever. He notices the people thing when he sees you through one of the cameras (that he did not plant nuh uh) in school, about to commit murder because someone called Ortho things neither you nor Idia appreciate. Hey, he’s rooting for you.

It took him like three weeks just to be able to sit two meters away from you without you bitching about it, so Idia is, understandably, a bit peeved when he sees you practically when he finds you hugging Ortho. He shouldn’t be annoyed, it’s Ortho, for sevens’ sake! But it’s not like he can just stop feeling frustrated. He can’t stop feeling disappointed. He can’t stop feeling…wait, what is he feeling? Jealousy? No! Absolutely not!

Love story climax:

He has to look away when you turn your head, lest he get caught in the act of totally-not-staring. He tries to focus on the game and on the way his character is moving on the screen.

But why is it that he feels like it’s a waste of time?

He loves gaming! The online world is his passion, his everything. But when you’re sitting right beside him, he thinks he’d prefer to admire you, adore you, instead of beating his high score at Kingdom Odyssey: Rise of Dragonheart. He takes another peek at your pretty face, glowing by the light of the screen. Your features morph into one of excitement, and he feels his heart lightening too when he catches your bright smile.

“I won! You lost, suck it!”

He doesn’t even mind you gloating, because your smug smirk is just…

Ew. Gross. Blegh.

It’s like he got turned into a shoujo manga character right there. Idia turns back to the screen. “Dumb luck, noob. Next round it’s gg for you.”

What he thinks of you (in the relationship):

He doesn’t fight with you as often…but he still fights with you. Nothing serious of course, but trolling each other has become as much of a love language as quality time is. Idia really does enjoy trash talking with you the most, if only because you turn it into a competition. When you lose, he makes you do something silly. Like uh, marrying his character in Sunfall Brookes…

Worry not! Idia, being the super awesome and totally cool genius he is, has whipped something up so that Ortho is behind you at every turn. He can’t support your stupidity irl most of the time, but having his little brother (who is fully equipped with deadly laser guns) back you up is probably good enough. So it’s fine, you’re fine, worse comes to worst Ortho’ll pick you up and fly you right back to your loving boyfriend (who may or may not be waiting to hear about your stupid actions).

While you do share your potato chips now, it seems to have become a bit more troublesome. Like, what do you mean does he love Moonkiss Eclipse the Magical Sparkle Girl more than you? Of course he loves you more (pssssst Ortho can you hide the body pillow before my s/o pops me into a body bag). Your main enemy will be the thousands of fictional characters that Idia loves, so good luck!

Idia’s not like, super great at public displays of affection. He’s not great in public, in general. Your clinginess and kisses and whatnot will have to wait until you’re back at either his or your room, ‘kay? It��s worth it though, you get to see a shy, blushy Idia with flaming pink hair.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“I AM FINE, HUMAN! YOU CANNOT INJURE ME WITH YOUR WEAK HUMAN BODY!”

Neige’s sheepish apology is met with a loud, annoying, obnoxious response. It makes you want to deck the green haired man in the face just for damaging your eardrums. “Hey, cut it out, will you? You’re loud,” you click your tongue, glaring at him, “and very annoying.”

“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME ANNOYING, HUMAN?! I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I, SEBEK ZIGVOLT, ONE OF MALLEUS-SAMA’S MOST LOYAL RETAINERS, AM A FIGURE OF—”

You figure you’re unlikely to get anything useful out of this student whose head seems very deep inside his own ass. Just as you’re planning your escape route (or how to get away with murder), a voice that successfully stops the blabber arrives.

“Sebek?” a beautiful horned fae intercedes from the sidelines, “I thought you were with Silver and Lilia.”

“MY LIEGE!”

This is probably your cue to leave.

With your hand wrapped around Neige’s wrist, you whisk him far far away from this school’s legion of freaks. As good as the eye candy (the horned fae) was, another word from the green weirdo is bound to have you arrested after socking him in the gut.

“Y/N? Where are we going?” Neige asks hesitantly.

“To the cafe,” you answer curtly, “then after that we’re going right back for your SDC practice, okay? I cannot stand one more second with all these NRC students around.”

Exchange program:

RSA held a very, very random name drawing for the exchange student program, and surprise, it’s you! And apparently, during a housewarden meeting, Diasomnia offered to be your dorm during your stay (no one needs to know Diasomnia’s housewarden wasn’t there).

You start sort-of acquaintances with Silver, but he’s actually an amazing antithesis to you. Since, you know, you’re always blazing in your fiery temper and he’s just…asleep. Maybe not antithesis. Anyway he’s a good friend.

Being in the same dorm as Sebek does not make you tolerate him more. In fact, you butt heads so much that Lilia’s assigned someone in Diasomnia to always be watching the two of you when in the same room. Lilia is cool, he’s cute, he’s super fun. You get along nicely with him once you’ve gotten used to being jumpscared.

Malleus, to be honest, you barely ever saw. He’s a bit stuck in his own world, and it’s not as if you cross paths often in your schedule. He’s more a bystander in your world before something (a fight with one of his retainers, you can guess which one) happens, and you finally manage to call him a ‘friend’.

What he thinks of you (before the relationship):

My, you’ve got quite some courage, saying those things in front of the Prince of Briar Valley. Malleus doesn’t mind though, in fact, he welcomes it. He sees it as a sign that you’re friends. After all, none too many would do as you do and sass him, saying such crude and bold words. As long as you don’t cross a line, the fae prince will smile with a ready retort in light fun.

He thinks your antics are amusing, to say the least. But you know that thing where his superiority complex kind of comes out every once in a while? Yeah, he sees you as entertaining. Kinda condescending. The good thing about this is that he doesn’t get mad at the situations you find yourself in, plus it only takes a snap of his fingers to clean up your mess. The bad thing is that you feel like half a court jester.

Malleus understands your natural instinct to claim some place and things as territory. He’s a dragon fae, after all, and those myths and legends of their greed do hold some degree of merit. This extends to people? How interesting. Watches on with amusement as you tackle a student to the ground for calling Lilia ‘weird’.

In all his years of living, this is the first time that anything has made him feel this way. There’s a bitter taste lingering on the back of his tongue, and neon green sparks curl and flicker around his fingers. It’s out of his control, he can’t help it; you’re so unbelievably unlike yourself right now it’s driving him insane. Why would you cuddle with Silver under a tree like this? Do you feel something for his knight? Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Love story climax:

“Beloved.”

The word is strange, weighing heavily on his lips. And yet, as he watches your sleeping figure, mind almost subconsciously erasing Silver from the picture, he finds it to be a word befitting of you. Lovely. “It will be dark soon,” Malleus whispers, and the prince is brought to his knees next to you if only so that you may hear his yearning, “it is best to return indoors and sleep there.”

Your eyes flutter open; you are a vision he cannot ever hope to erase from his mind.

“Sorry, I was,” you let out a soft yawn, stretching your limbs, “I got really tired from PE. Oh, I should wake up Silver.”

Malleus can’t help the lightning that zooms across his fingertips. You didn’t seem to notice the term he’d used for you, still addled from sleep. You’re focused on gently shaking his retainer awake.

It matters not, for you will be his soon enough.

(How could you ever hope to be more territorial than a dragon, dearest?)

What he thinks of you (in the relationship):

Being assertive and straightforward with your words is a great trait of rulers, beloved (yeah, in a relationship means he’s planning for marriage babe, keep up). Sass and sarcasm will have to be taken down a notch though, although he loves you, the faes in Briar Valley are old and not very accommodating of your hobby of wordplay. He does enjoy it, however, so feel free to speak as you wish when the two of you are alone.

In this kind of situation, he babies you a lot more. It’s not really condescension though, he believes that you can handle yourself especially since he now sees you as an equal. But Malleus is highly, if not overly, indulgent of the one he loves. Sees no need to change it unless something big happens. Is more liable to clean up after your messes, this time out of love.

Malleus thinks you’re so adorable when you’re jealous, with the way you get so fussy and protective over him. It’s not as if you really have a reason for jealousy, the prince is less ‘lusted after by many suitors’ and more feared. At least, that’s what he believes. So you only have Lilia and Silver to comfort you after a long day of fighting with his many many admirers.

Have a sense of decorum, dear, a public place is not suitable for displays of affection. Or so he says, but really, who is Malleus to stop you if you wish to be loving and sweet? He’ll melt faster than you can even say his name. He will have to hold back on reciprocating temporarily, but rest assured he has a mental tally and will be repaying you threefold once you’re in his private quarters.

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THE DAUGHTER WHOS SOUL YOU SOLD

trickster demon!Kai x reader

Genre(s): smut, fluff, angst, a teeny bit of crack

Warnings: mentions of hell, marriage, fire, consummation, lingerie, both Kai and reader and virgins, they’re kinda awkward but cute, dry humping, penetrative sex, creampie, Kai is rough

Words: 8.5k

You tried to stifle your laughter, covering your mouth with your sweater paws as you watched Kai stalk his way up to your professor. He stood directly in front of him, knowing that he was only able to be seen by you, waving his hands in his face.

     You didn't want to be called out by your professor, but it was getting harder and harder to hold on your laugh, especially since the classroom was rather silent. You watched as Kai pushed one of the professor's pens off of the table, the pen rolling a few feet away from him. He stopped talking and went to pick up the pen. With his back turned, Kai threw some other stuff off his his desk.

     Your professor furrowed his brows, looking at the fallen papers with obvious anger written on his face. You bit your lip, shutting your eyes tight to try not to laugh.

     "Alright, give it up." Your professor said. "I don't know how you're playing this trick here, but someone speak up. Who is it?"

     The students looked around at each other, confused.

     "They just fell off the desk, that's all." A boy sitting a few rows in front of you said.

     "I literally teach physics, there is no way objects just fly feet away at a stand still." He replied, shaking his head. All while he was interrogating the class, Kai was right behind him, his hand going up to the professor's hair. You wondered what he was doing until you saw the professor's hair like gradually go back. You widened your eyes as you noticed he was wearing a wig, and Kai was revealing a bald head to the class.

     You subtly shook your head at him, telling him to quit it before the professor would become embarrassed.

     "Never in my 20 years of teaching have I taught a rowdy and unhinged class like you lot." The professor said. "All I want to do is teach the wonders of physics, and you guys have played silly little pranks on me since the semester started."

      You watched as Kai slowly but surely continued to drag his wig down, and you heard quiet snickers from the class.

      "Uh, prof, your hair...?" Someone pointed out, interrupting your professor from his rant. At that moment, the wig completely fell off, plopping down to the floor. Your professor was quick to cover his head, and you were sure this was his breaking point.

     "That's it, everybody, get out!" You yelled. "Class is over for today, no one e-mail me for the rest of the week."

     Everyone hesitantly got out of their seats, mumbling and chuckling about what had happened.

     "...not even our fault..." One said.

     "At least we're out of class early." Another one said.

     You gathered your things as you made your way out of the door, feeling a bit sorry for your professor.

     Once you were out in the courtyard, Kai appeared right next to you, walking alongside you.

     "That was funny, wasn't it?" He asked with a proud smile.

     "A little bit, but you embarrassed the poor man." You said, looking up at your blonde friend.

     "He'll be fine." He shrugged. "At least you got out of class early. We can eat ramen and watch the drama we started yesterday, right?"

     "Uh, you mean I can eat ramen." You said, watching as a group of friends looked at you weirdly. You were used to this, though. The way people would look at you as you talked to yourself. It's just what you became known for. You didn't need friends anyway when you had Kai.

     "You know what I mean, silly girl." Kai chuckled.

     "Even if I wanted to, though, I can't." You said. "I have homework to do."

     "You've been doing homework almost everyday of your life, let's take a break." He said, stretching his arms out as you approached your car.

     "Hm. I'll think about it." You said, getting in the drivers seat. Kai was already in the passenger seat, ready to always go wherever you go and always be where you wanted him to be. Someone who wasn't imaginary couldn't do that.

"Okay, then I hope you think too hard so you'll get burnt out." He said with a sweet voice.

"This guy is weird..." You mumbled to yourself, starting your car and making your way to your house.

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"(Y/N), we're going out for the night, watch the house for us." Your mom said, slipping on her jacket.

"Where are you going?" You asked, a frown pulling at your face.

"Your dad rented a table at that restaurant I told you about." She said. "Y'know, the five star one?" You could tell she was excited as she checked her makeup in the mirror by the door.

"Ah..." You nodded. "Well, have fun." You said.

"You won't be completely alone, right?" She asked. "You have...Kai." Even through all of the years of you having an imaginary friend, she still seemed awkward to bring it up. Your dad still refuses to believe that your friend is just imaginary, and he insists that you go to a doctor, to your dismay. Your mom, on the other hand, was at least trying to come to terms with the fact that Kai was with you at all times.

"Yeah, you have Kai." Kai said to you, giving you a wink. You rolled your eyes turning your attention back to your mom.

"Ah, he's coming." She said, heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. "We'll be back in a few hours. Bye, sweetie."

Your dad gave you a wave goodbye as he followed her out of the door. You watched them get in the car and drive away, leaving the driveway with only one car. You turned your head in confusion once you heard Kai sigh.

"You wish that was you, huh?" He asked. "Going out on a date with your boyfriend. Oh wait, you don't have one. That sucks."

You sucked your teeth, walking around him on your way to your room. "Go away."

He appeared at the top of the stairs before you even got there. "I don't want to. And besides, you'd be scared to be home alone. How cute."

You ignored him, making your way to your room and plopping yourself down on your bed. "You know what? I think I am going to give myself a break from homework."

"Yes!" Kai cheered. "Get the ramen, let's watch My Name."

"I actually want to have a self care night." You said. "I've been feeling ugly lately."

"You're not even ugly though." He said, squinting his eyes to look at your face. "Okay, maybe just a little bit."

Your jaw dropped and you reached for a pillow to throw at him, but he quickly dodged it with a laugh.

"Die!" You said, getting up and going to the bathroom. You shut and locked the door behind you as a means to keep him out. Yet when you saw him in the reflection of the mirror, you remembered that locked doors didn't stop him. You groaned at him and he held his hands up in surrender.

"What, are you going to actually use the bathroom or something?" He asked. "I've seen you pee before, anyways!"

"Kai, don't say that, that's embarrassing!" You yelled at him.

"I've seen other things, too." He said, and you raised the brow. "My little mouse clicker." He giggled, furiously rubbing your tummy.

"Huh? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You asked in genuine confusion.

"Nothing." He said. "Go on with your self care. You go, girl!"

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Your parents had come back home hours ago, and it was almost the AM times, yet you still weren't asleep. You had stuffed yourself with multiple bowls of ramen and gave into watching the drama with Kai. Now you were alone and in your dark room, trying to sleep.

Since it was hard for you, you figured Kai could help out.

"Kai?" You called out quietly to the air.

"Yes?" He appeared right beside you on the bed, facing you so that you were face to face.

"If you're imaginary...how come I can touch you?" You asked him. He didn't answer for a few seconds.

"I don't know." He said. "You ask that question all the time."

"Yeah, but just in case you get an answer one day, you should tell me." You said. Kai chuckled, his hand coming over to rest on your cheek. "See...you can touch me, but your hands are so cold."

"And your cheeks are so warm." He said. You flicked his hand off of you, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had caught that. "What?" He chuckled.

"Nothing." You said, thinking of ways to change the topic. "I can't sleep."

"Mm." He hummed. "Would you like for me to sing you a song?"

"Yeah..." You said. And with that, he started to sing softly. It was a lullaby that you have never heard anywhere else. It was something that seemed to be his own creation, and he had sung it to you since you were a kid. He had an amazing voice, one that made you feel warm every time you sang. You were on the verge of falling asleep when the song stopped, but you wanted to ask a question. "Are you a ghost?"

"Go to sleep, (Y/N)."

"Okay."

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      You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a completely different place than when you fell asleep.

      The place you were in was dark, yet you stood in front of a red carpeted isle lined with lit torches. On each side of the isle, there were...things. Things that scared you. They all stared at you, skin red and scaly, hooves for feet, and horns adorning their heads.

      We're these...demons?

      Then you felt the sensation of your body moving on its own. That's when you noticed the black and red dress you had on, the style being victorian. You had a bouquet of dead roses in your hands, and a black veil covering your face. Your feet moved forward and your eyes were wide, trying to decipher what was going on. You looked forward to see a man in all black at the end of the aisle. Was this a wedding? It had to be some weird type of wedding. How did you come to a wedding? And were you the bride?

      You wanted to stop moving and at least try to make sense of what was going on, but you had no control of your body. The only thing that seemed to be misplaced was your brain.

      Soon enough, you met up with the man at the end of the isle. Once you got a good look at his face, you noticed that you knew him. He was Kai.

      You looked at the person beside you, seeing that they were completely covered in all black, and you were unable to see their face. They then started to speak in a language that you've never heard of before. It didn't sound similar to any other language.

      You looked back at Kai, noticing that he shared some of the same features as the audience. Horns on his head, deep black eyes, a sinister aura.

      This had to be a dream. You were in some wicked wedding with your imaginary friend, surrounded by demonic beings. This was definitely a dream.

      You suddenly opened your mouth, and you spoke in this unknown language. After a short sentence, your mouth shut once more. A few seconds later, Kai said that same sentence.

      The whole time, you were just thinking...what the hell? Kai reached to raise your veil, folding it over your head to reveal your face. You noticed how he was getting closer and closer to you, and you suddenly felt as if your body was unlocked, and you dropped to the ground before he could get closer.

      You gulped, and you were sure you looked like you were almost frightened to death. This was a weird dream, how could you not be? You got up from the ground, and just like you wanted to do, you ran off to wherever you could go.

      "(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" You heard Kai call after you, but you continued to run as fast as you can with the heels that adorned your feet.

      "Wake up, (Y/N)." You said to yourself as you ran. "Wake up, (Y/N)! Wake up!"

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      You woke up with a flinch, being greeted by the bright sunlight. You squinted your eyes, looking around to see that you were in your room. Kai was nowhere to be found, which was weird, seeing that he was usually the first thing you saw every morning.

      "What a weird dream..." You muttered to yourself, getting up to start the day. You were feeling a bit more groggy than usual, your feet dragging across the floor.

      When you were going to brush your teeth, your toothbrush somehow slipped out of your hand, dropping onto the floor.

      "Ah- ew, oh my gosh." You groaned, picking it up and running it under the water. You didn't mean to be dramatic or anything, but you were sure the day was getting off to a bad start.

      After brushing your teeth, you quickly got ready for your class, slipping on your glasses and grabbing your bag. On the way downstairs, you tripped a bit, but you said yourself with your grip on the railing. The one thing that couldn't be saved was your glasses, as they fell off your head and you accidentally stepped on them, cracking the lense.

      "Dammit..." You muttered to yourself, checking out the damage. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to get them repaired if you wanted to use them. You guessed that squinting at the board during class wouldn't be too bad.

      And...

      You were late to class.

      You stumbled into your class room, probably looking like you had just run a mile. You couldn't possibly miss the lecture for today, it was important. On your way to class, there was something wrong with your radio, and it kept switching stations randomly. When you weren't paying attention and trying to change it back, you had missed a green light.

      And you ended up sitting at a red light for twenty minutes straight, causing you to be late for class. You didn't know what was up with your luck, lately, but today was horrible so far. You thought that maybe it was because Kai hadn't shown up, yet. Kai was with you everyday, and the day that he doesn't show up, everything goes wrong.

      You struggled to take notes during class, your mind drifting over to Kai and your dream from last night. Kai was rarely in your dreams, but the one times he shows, it's you getting married to him. You felt a slight pinch of regret, wishing that you had let him kiss you in your dream. But at the same time, it felt so weird. He was imaginary. It's insanely weird to have a crush on your imaginary friend. Your parents already think you need help as it is.

      You just wished that Kai was real. He'd be perfect for you. The perfect boy. It's sad how that's only possible in your imagination.

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       After a long day of classes, you found yourself back home and in your room. Surprisingly, you were alone. You called out to Kai a few times, wondering why he hasn't immediately shown up like he usually did.

      "Maybe...maybe I am too stressed." You spoke to yourself. He was apart of your imagination, right? So, it would make sense that you couldn't bring him up when you were too stressed.

      You heard a knock on your door and your mom peeked in.

      "Hun, your dad isn't going to be back for a while." She said. "He's getting good business for the week, so he'll be super busy. If this works out for him, we'll have a celebration this weekend." She did a pumping motion with her hand while she smiled big. "Ah, also, could you go grocery shopping for me, tomorrow? I don't have time to do it, but I have a list."

      "Sure." You answered, knowing that you were rather busy tomorrow, but you didn't want to make her angry.

      "Great, thanks." She said. "I'll leave the list on your dresser." She placed a sheet of paper on your dresser, then she left the room.

      You sighed, remembering how badly you wanted to move out. Grocery shopping for the family every now and again wasn't bad, but sometimes, your parents treated you as if you were a sort of maid. They went out and had fun without you a lot, they found slick ways to talk down on Kai and how you were too old to have an imaginary friend, and much more. They say they're not ones for drama, but it seems to just be something they enjoy.

      The only way you could even cope with it was by talking to Kai. He's been their your whole life, and even though he was quite bothersome sometimes, he was your bestest friend in the world.

      "Kai?" You called out, waiting a few seconds even though you were sure than he wasn't going to show up. You were a little down about it, but you decided some relaxation was going to fix that. So, for the rest of the night, you watched "My Name", hoping that Kai would show up right in the middle of it.

      But he didn't.

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      A week later, you found yourself walking into your home to the smell of dinner. It was a rare occurance, but you assumed that your dad's business for the week had gone well. You made your way to the kitchen where your parents were playing music and chatting happily while cooking.

      "Oh, hey, (Y/N)." You mom said once she saw you. "It's about time you came home."

      "Today, we're celebrating 20 years of excellence!" Your dad said, holding up a glass of wine. "And yet another successful week at Kim Tech."

      "Cheers to that!" Your mom added on.

      "That's great." You smiled. "What are you guys cooking?"

      "We're cooking some steak, as our main course, with some mashed potatoes, corn, and a strawberry cake for dessert." Your mom said. "And your dad is inviting some of his coworkers in a bit."

      "Ah..." You nodded, leaning on the counter as you watched them cook. You felt a little sour. They celebrated a good week for them, yet you only had stress from one of the worst weeks you've ever had in a while. Accident after accident kept happening, and it was like your luck just wasn't caring about you. You had broken down multiple times this week, and yet you had no choice but to celebrate. Of course you were grateful, though, the whole reason you were able to go to college is because of the money that Kim Tech brought in. It was a blessing. It would've just been more of a blessing if Kai was there.

      While your parents were distracted by telling stories of when the company started, you noticed that the grease in the pan was smoking a bit. You weren't sure, but you thought it may have been too hot. You were about to tell them, but you noticed the glass of wine right next to the stove and how it was slowly but surely moving. You squinted your eyes to make sure you weren't seeing things, but you weren't crazy. The glass was moving closer and closer to the hot grease and before you could react, it tilted over the pan, breaking as the wine fell into the grease. The pan suddenly bursted into flames, pieces of glass dropping onto the floor.

      Your parents yelled out in surprise, trying to back up from the flames, but your dad was a bit too late, his sleeve catching on fire. In a panic, he accidentally stepped on a sharp piece of glass, and he yelped in pain.

     "O-Oh my gosh, (Y/N) call the fire department!" You mom yelled at you as she tried to help your dad. Your mouth was agape and panic set into your veins as you tried to get it together. You ran to your bag, fetching out your phone as you quickly dialed the fire department, the reflection of your dad engulfed in flames in your frightened eyes.

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      "...first degree burns on most parts of the exposed body, yet there are some second and third degree burns..."

      "...needs to go in for immediate medical care..."

      "Will he be alright?"

      "He'll be fine..."

      "He's just in a lot of pain right now..."

      The red lights blinked on and off, shining on your house, the black soot even showing outside of the windows. What was just a grease fire turned into something worse, half of your downstairs home burnt into ashes. You looked at the house, tears filling your eyes. You wouldn't say you were necessarily sad, but you got the feeling that it was your fault. Maybe you've been passing around your bad luck, or maybe it's just been following you wherever you went. This time, your house and your poor father were the victims of it.

After making sure your father was alright, he was driven to the hospital to be taken care of. You guys had to live in one of the vacation homes not far from where you lived until the renovation was complete. Much to your dismay, this house was further away from your school, and you knew it would be costly to go back and forth. You could just not go to class for a bit, given the circumstances, but you knew that it would hurt your grade, and you were not willing to let that happen.

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Pulling up to the vacation home, which was nestled right by the beach, you felt that living here for the time being was wrong. It was a vacation home for goodness sakes, a home where you could go to relax and have fun. Nothing was going to be fun here while your dad was in the hospital. You couldn't even bring all of your essentials due to you not being allowed to go back into your house.

Your mother insisted that you go get settled into the vacation home while she decided to stay overnight at the hospital with your father. You didn't even have a chance to visit.

You sighed, getting out of your car and unlocking the front door to the house. It was dark, as it was still night time, so you turned the light on, looking around.

Your family hadn't used the vacation home in years, everything being left in the same place as it was the last time you came here. It wasn't a huge home, as there were two small rooms attached to one big room which had the kitchen, the living area, and the dining area. There was a balcony that was in view of the large beach behind the house which reflected the moonlight beautifully. You forgot how beautiful it was here. You just wished that you weren't alone.

You made your way to the room that you always occupied. There was a queen sized bed and a dresser, as well as two large windows that faces the beach. You guessed that maybe you did need to be here, so you could finally relax. But right now, your body only craved one thing. And that was to cry.

Now that you were all alone, you really had no other choice but to finally let it all out. You sat on the bedC your back to the head board as you sobbed, your head falling forward on your bent knees. You couldn't believe this week could get any worse, and it felt so relieving to be able to just cry. You weren't sure if crying would help, but in this moment, it just made you feel good.

With your eyes shut tight and tears streaming down your face, you didn't notice the presence of a certain someone until you felt a gentle touch on your back.

You slowly lifted your head, making eye contact with Kai as he tried to comfort you.

"Kai..." You mumbled. "Where have you been?"

"U-uh, imaginary friend world." He smiled.

"Not funny."

"Sorry..." He looked down. "Are...you okay?"

"No." You shook your head. "This whole week has been a disaster. It just had to end with my dad being in the hospital."

      He didn't say anything for a few seconds, then he spoke. "I-I'm sorry..."

      "What do you have to be sorry for?" You sniffled. "It's just my bad luck. I guess it passed it onto my parents."

      "No, that's not it." He said quietly.

      "Then what is it?" You looked at him. "Why is it that the minute you're gone, everything goes awry? I must've just been too stressed and then...I don't know."

      "Don't blame yourself for this, (Y/N)..."

      "Then who else is there to blame?" You asked, getting frustrated. "For almost everything bad, there's at least one person to blame. Who's else fault is it? My mom's? My dad's? My dad had one of the best weeks of his career, while I had the worst. And all of a sudden, when I'm in the picture, the house catches on fire."

      "(Y/N)." He said, and you heard a weird undertone in his voice. Almost like he was...ashamed? "Please don't get too angry at me, but...the bad things that happened this week...that was my fault."

      "Huh? What do you mean?" You asked. "You weren't even here..."

      "It's going to be hard to explain, and I don't know if you'd be able to handle it, but yes." He said. "Everything that's happened was my fault."

      "...including the fire?"

      "Y-yes...including the fire." He looked at you with wary eyes. You gently but surely pushed his hand off of you, your face going stone cold.

      "Explain."

      "It's not easy to explain, y-you're going to see me differently-"

      "Aren't you a figment of my imagination?" You furrowed your brows and frowned. "What other way could I see you?"

      "That's the thing, I'm not a figment of your imagination." He said. "I never was, and I never will be."

      "...what?"

      "It's possible for me to be seen by only you, but it's also possible for me to be seen by anyone else and not seen at all." He said.

      "Then...what are you?" You asked.

      He gulped before answering, a shifty look in his eyes. "I'm a d-demon."

      "You're lying." You said. "T-that can't be true. It must be a trick."

      "Well, that's kind of my specialty. I'm a trickster demon. It's the truth." He looked down. You looked at him, trying to see if he could be lying. Weirdly enough, he seemed genuine.

      "So, is that why you tricked me into believing you were just a figment of my imagination?" You asked, a hint of venom in your voice.

      "(Y/N), it's not like that." He said. "Stop making it seem as if I'm your enemy."

      "Friends don't make other friends days worse, Kai. Friends don't light other friends' houses on fire, Kai." You said. "Those are things that enemies do."

      "I admit, I was wrong for doing those things." He said. "I never meant for it to go that far. I was just...I was angry."

      "Angry at who? Me? What could I have possibly done?"

      "You don't understand, (Y/N)."

      "Then help me understand." You said. "If not, then...then you can just go back to hell."

      He looked at you in silence, a frown pulling at his face that made you feel a bit guilty for speaking without thinking. Yet, you didn't take it back, as you were still angry at him.

      "We're engaged to be wed." He said, and you snapped your head up, almost mishearing him. "We have been since you were born. You see how big your dad's company is? He...he sold your soul in order to get that big. In order to seal the deal, you must be turned into a halfling before you die."

"A halfling?"

"Half demon, half human." He said. "Lucifer's servant. The only way to do that is to be wed to a demon...in hell."

"So...that dream..."

He nodded his head. "That's the only way I could marry you without you coming out to be too corrupted."

You couldn't say anything, remembering how you ran away from him in what you thought was a lucid dream. You could also feel the fuming rage that you had for your father. He sold his own newborn baby's soul to the devil for some stupid company. For money. Maybe he deserved to burn. It was only a hint of what was going to happen to him when he would eventually get to hell.

"(Y/N)?" He rested his hand on your knee, but you brushed it away.

"What if I don't marry you? Then what will happen?" You asked him.

"Lucifer...he'll devour the souls of the rest of your family." Kai said. "And doom all of you to burn in hell for eternity...including me."

You felt a deep sense of doom inside of you. The anger you had for Kai wasn't strong enough to cover how important he was to you, and for him so suffer just because of your father, you couldn't have that happen.

"What did you mean earlier? When you said something about me coming out too corrupted?" You asked.

"When you go to hell as a human, it...it changes you. I'm not sure how to explain this well, but you won't come out the same." He said. "Yet, of you to go hell in your dreams, you will remain unchanged. A wedding in hell is worse. In order to go back home, you have to be ungulfed into flames...something more painful than you've ever experienced in your life."

"Why would I go back home?" You asked.

"You don't have to." He said. "It's a choice. Just like marrying me is. But, not coming back up here just means that you die at an early age. There's a possibility to just get married and then come back with your life unchanged, apart from the fact that you'd be a halfling."

"What would I be if I don't come back home?" You asked.

"Then you'd just be a demon. Like me." He said, then he frowned. "Do you...do you not want to be here?"

"No..." You said. Kai didn't answer, but there was no explanation needed. He's been with you your whole life and he's seen sides of you that you haven't shown anyone else. You weren't even as close with your parents as you were with Kai. So, he knew your troubles and he knew your stressors. He knew that you'd be much better off not being in this world, as horrible as it sounded. "I'll get married to you. And I'm sorry from running away from you in that dream. I just didn't know what was going on."

"That's my fault." He said, hesitantly placing his hand on your knee, afraid that you'll push him off, yet you didn't. "I should've told you earlier. And I shouldn't have made your week bad...I'm a terrible person."

"No. You're just a demon." You said with a quiet chuckle.

"Ah...it appears that I am." He said with a laugh.

"Will the wedding happen tonight?" You asked.

"It'll happen whenever you're ready." He said. "But I must warn you...when you come with me, you'll die up here. And once you die, you can't come back. Yet if you go in your dreams, you won't die."

"I'll go with you." You said quickly. He nodded.

"Oh, and, please don't freak out, but..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.

"What now?" You asked, starting to get worried again.

"Well, it's...in order to uh, complete the marriage..." He gulped. "It's required to have a consummation...after the wedding."

"...a what?!"

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It took a few days for you to be mentally ready for the wedding. You maybe have not been the fondest of your parents, but you had to find a way to say goodbye, or to at least leave your mark.

Meeting your mom after you went out to relax by the beach, you were surprised by your reaction.

"Hey, (Y/N), oh-" She looked over to beside you. "Who's this?"

You furrowed your brows and looked to the side, seeing the one and only Kai. You knew he was there the whole time, but you don't think he's ever showed himself to your parents.

"Oh, uh...this is Kai. My...friend." You said to her.

"Friends don't get married." He mumbled under his breath, but you judged him with your elbow.

"Kai...?" She raised a brow. You then noticed that you told her the name of your imaginary friend, who was essentially the same person, but she didn't know that.

"Yeah, Kai short for Kaipo." Kai lied, saving your ass. "It's an Hawaiian name."

"You're from Hawaii?" Your mom said, taking off her glasses in awe, and Kai nodded. "Ah, how wonderful."

"Uhm, we have homework to do." You said to her. "So, we're just going to go to my room."

"Oh, alright then." Your mom said. "Study hard."

"We will." You said. "...bye."

"Bye?" Your mom raised an eyebrow and chuckled at your awkward and misplaced goodbye. You then tugged Kai with you to your room, shutting the door behind you.

"That was awkward." Kai chuckled.

"What was I supposed to say?" You asked. "It's all I could do..."

"Did you meet up with your dad?" He asked and you nodded.

"I left him a note." You said, not wanting to elaborate.

"Oh, alright..." He said. "So does that mean...you want to get married tonight?"

     "Y-yeah." You said, a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew what you had to do in order to get there, and so did Kai. He reached in his back pocket for the orange bottle of pills, hesitatingly giving them to you.

     "I'll meet you there then." He said.

     "Can't you stay with me?" You asks him.

     "No. I can't...I can't watch you die." He shook his head. "That's too much."

     "Ah..." You nodded. "Then I'll see you there...I'll be okay, right?"

     "You'll be fine." He smiled. "When you wake up, you'll be just fine."

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      Opening your eyes, you were greeted with a familiar setting. You were in the same place as you were when you were in your dream. You were at the beginning of the wedding isle in your black and red dress, the dead bouquet of roses in your hand.

      This time, though, you were happy to be here. You were still anxious and unsure, but you now understood the importance of the wedding, and you were willing to partake in it. You wouldn't have done it if it wasn't Kai. Now, it wasn't weird to have a romantic liking towards him. That was a relief.

      The demons on both sides of the isle watched you, their eyes big and black, with no soul or emotion behind them. At the end of the isle was your soon to be husband, which turned out to be a demon this whole time. Was that good or bad? You wouldn't know.

     You began your walk down the isle, this time, you weren't forced to do it against your will. You didn't want to run, and you didn't want to cower away. You wanted to pull through, and that's exactly what you were going to do.

     Just like in your dream, you faced Kai at the end, and the demon beside the both of you spoke in the language that you still couldn't understand. It didn't matter, though, as you knew by the end of all this, you'd understand everything.

     Kai lifted your veil over your head, revealing your face to him. This was it. This was the part where he would kiss you. He looked at you as if he was asking if you were alright. You weren't sure how you picked that up in his pitch black eyes, but you shave him a small smile to which he returned before leaning in. You shut your eyes right before you felt his soft lips against yours, and then, quicker than you wanted, he parted from the kiss.

     All the fleeting thoughts of kissing Kai finally came true, and it was much better than you expected. It was short and sweet, yet he left you wanting more.

     Yet both you and him knew that soon, there would be more. That sole thought left you zoning in and out throughout the wedding, just imagining what the hell was going to go down.

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     You were in a room alone, stripped out of your dress and left in a revealing yet classy lingerie set. The room only consisted of a king sized bed and a vanity, where you sat to check your appearance.

     You felt a little weird about it, yes. You've known Kai your whole life, you shouldn't feel self conscious, but at the same time...you've never done anything remotely close to what you were about to do. Kai was just imaginary, but now, you were about to give yourself to him.

     You watched the door, feeling nervous. He was going to enter at any time now, and being alone in such a different place scared you.

     You then heard the door creak open, and Kai slowly revealed himself to you. The two of you met eyes and you gulped, suddenly feeling exposed. You could tell that Kai was at least somewhat enamored by the way you looked, and he didn't do the best job of hiding it.

     "H-hey." He said.

     "Hi." You replied.

     "You look really...really nice." He said, walking closer to you. Sitting down, you noticed how he towered over you, and you stood up to not feel too small, but his gaze still did so. You nearly curled in on yourself, becoming even more exposed.

     "Thank you." You said, looking up at him.

     "Hey, let's not make this awkward." He chuckled. "Let's not think about it too much."

     "How can I not?" You asked, looking down.

     "Oh...does that mean...you've been thinking about it this whole time?" He asked with courage. You were too shy to answer, but he already knew just by the bashful look on your face. "Because I have, too."

     You gulped, looking into his black eyes, seeing no reflection in them.

     "Are you scared of me?" He asked.

     You shook your head.

     "You don't have to lie." He chuckled. "It's okay to be scared. You've never seen me like this. But I'll take care of you. I'll be gentle...if that's what you want." He looked down at your lingerie clad body, his pants becoming tighter. He was needy for you, but he didn't want to make it obvious. But the way you stood in front of him like he's never seen before...it was doing things to him. "C-Can I touch you?" He asked.

     "Y-yes." You nodded, watching as his large hands hesitantly settled on your exposed waist, stiff as ever.

     "You can touch me other places, too." You said, and he almost choked, his eyes going round. "I-I didn't mean anything too explicit...not yet, at least." You chuckled, relaxing a bit more to see that he was just as nervous as you.

     "So...I can touch down...here?" He slowly slid his hands down past your hips, and he gently cupped your ass. You felt your arousal start to grow as you nodded. "Can I kiss you too?"

     "You can do anything you want to me." You said.

     "Don't say that...I might lose it." He nervously laughed.

     "Well...isn't that what we're here for?" You stepped closer to him, close enough that your bodies were pressed together.

     "Y-yeah..." He stuttered, lowering down to slot his lips in between yours. You stood on your tip-toes to reach the kiss, your hands on his shoulders to support you. The kiss started out slowly, something that you could get used to so far. Just like he said before, he was gentle, his hands caressing your skin.

     After a bit, he slotted his tongue into your mouth, and you were surprised to feel that he had a forked tongue. You were fascinated, to say the least, twirling your tongue around his. Yet, just when it started to get heated, you felt the burn of your claves. You were on your toes for too long, and you went down on your flat feet, breaking the kiss. Kai chuckled at you, knowing what had happened.

     "Should we move to the bed?" He asked and you nodded. With his hands on your waist, he guided you backwards from the vanity to the bed, leaning you back so that you were laid down. From this point of view, he could see everything, now, and so could you. His bulge was large against his pants, and that's when you noticed that he was far too clothed for your liking.

     "Can you t-take your clothes off?" You asked him. He looked down at himself, almost as if he was surprised he even still had clothes on. He reached to take off his all black suit, which was a sight that you enjoyed seeing. Soon enough, he was bare before you, all except for his boxers.

     You knew this before, but without his clothes, Kai seemed even more broad than he already was, especially when he hovered over you. If someone was to look from a birds eye view, you'd be completely covered by him. You felt so small, and it heightened your arousal even more.

     Kai attached his lips to yours once more, his tongue immediately meeting yours. At the same time as kissing you, he spread your legs wide enough so that he could fit in between them, and you felt his bulge come right into contact with your clothed pussy. You moaned into the kiss and Kai parted from you, making you feel a bit embarrassed.

     "That was really pretty." Kai said. After hearing it once, he wanted to hear it again, prompting him to experimentally push his hips forward, grinding against your clit. You gasped at the pleasurable feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Does that feel good?"

     You nodded, too scared that your voice would sound too fucked out already. Kai felt his chest swell up with pride as he took a gentle grab of your hips, grinding into you once more. If just grinding into you made you feel this way, he simply couldn't imagine what you'd be like when you'd be stuffed with his cock.

     He leaned over you, keeping a steady pace as he grinded into you. He wanted to savor your lingerie a bit more, but the urge to see your completely naked took over. And he released that urge in a bit of an aggressive way.

     You gasped once he ripped your lacy bra off of you, and he looked at the tattered fabric in his hand as if he was surprised as well.

     "S-sorry..." He trailed off as he caught sight of your breasts, free and exposed just for him. He forgot about your bra, tossing it to the side as he slid his hands up to your breasts to cup them. "You're so pretty." He mumbled, watching as he folding your breasts.

     You were still a bit distracted by the rolling of his hips into yours, but once your felt his mouth suckle around your nipple, you were snapped back into focus. The added sensation made everything more pleasurable, and he closed his eyes, his tongue swirling around your hard bud. You tangled your hands into his blonde hair, your mouth falling agape as your orgasm suddenly hit you by surprise. Your moans got louder against your will, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

     Kai locked his lips, watching as you calmed down from your high wanting more.

     "Fuck, you are so gorgeous." He said, scooting you back on the bed so he could fully hover over you.

     "Kai, I want you." You breathed out, already fucked out. "I want you inside me.”

     "You sure it won't be too much for you?" He asked, an innocent look on his face, yet you knew him too well, knowing he was teasing you. "You came so easily just now, baby." With the added pet name, he tried to make his words soft, but there was the hard undertone underneath that, making you gush in your useless underwear.

     "Please, Kai." You whined, dragging your hand down to his boxers. He chuckled, pulling down his boxers and releasing a long, girthy cock. You knew he had to have something lengthy down there, seeing how big he was, but it was still a surprise to you.

     He went to remove your panties, your wetness sticking to it as he pulled it down. His mouth was watering, seeing just how wet you were. He made a mental note that he was going to eat you out next time. As if in a trance, you noticed him staring at your pussy with hungry eyes, and you felt shy once again.

     "K-Kai, please." You whined.

     "Sorry," He breathed out, hovering over you once more, his tip aligning with your entrance. "Are you ready?"

     You nodded. With that, he started to slowly push his cock into you, and you felt delicious yet painful stretch. It wasn't too painful to where you needed to stop, so you felt him keep going until he had his whole cock stuffed inside of you. He sighed in pleasure at your walls wrapped around him.

      He started to thrust inside of you, slowly but deeply. He bit his lip in concentration while you held onto his shoulders, savoring the feel of his cock inside of you. He picked up the pace, going steady, but not too fast to where you were overwhelmed.

      "Fuck, Kai, your cock feels so good." You moaned out.

      "Yeah?"

      You nodded. "Please go faster."

      "How fast?" He asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

      "You won't hurt me." You said, moaning as he continued to go at a steady pace, and you bit your lip. "I like it fast. You can do that for me, right?"

      You smiled at Kai's surprised face, his thrusts slowing down. He quickly recollected himself, positioning himself to where he'd be able to pleasure you properly.

      "Yeah, I can do that". He said. He started to thrust faster into you, his thrusts gradually becoming faster and harder.

      As your moans got louder, he went harder, you spurring him on, and it got to the point where he was pounding you into the mattress.

     You cursed, holding onto him as you noticed that every thrust pushed you up the bed. He grabbed onto your hips tightly with his large hands, holding you down as he pistoned into you.

     This was exactly what you wanted. For him to lose control. Your wetness was evident, the noise combining with the slaps of skin on skin as well and your moans. He muttered profanities into your ear, using more of his strength to fuck into you to where it was almost painful, but the pleasure always out ruled the pain.

     You were borderline screaming at this point, not knowing that Kai was capable of making you feel this way.

     "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He whined into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You felt his cock throbbing, even with how fast he was pounding inside of you.

      "Cum inside me, please, I want it." You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. He nodded against your neck groaning as you felt his cock uncontrollably twitch inside of you.

     Then, you felt ropes of his cum pour into you, paired with his high pitched whine. He thrusted into you, milking himself until his cum was spilling out of you in a mess.

     After he finished cumming inside of you, he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you. He licked his lips, not forgetting about you. You yelped in surprised once he dipped down, taking your swollen clit in between his slip.

     You moaned loudly, your hands going to tug of his hair as he fiercely sucked your clit, quickly bringing you to your second orgasm. You heaved out moans as you shut your eyes, grinding against Kai's face to ride out your high.

     After you had calmed down, you felt a bit embarrassed at how desperate you were, but Kai didn't seem to care as he kissed you again, a mix of yours and his cum on your mouth. It was filthy, yes, but after what had just happened, that was nothing.

     After the heated act that just took place, Kai rested his head on yours, a lazy smile on his face that you matched.

     "So...it's done now?" You asked him. "You're my husband?"

     "Yeah...and you're my wife." He chuckled. "Now, all you have to do is meet with Lucifer. Then, we'll...we'll be able to be together here."

     "Lucifer..." You muttered under your breath.

     "Are you scared?" He asked. "Don't be. I'll be beside you the whole time, okay?"

     "Okay..." You smiled, and he kissed you again.

     "I can't believe we just did the devil's tango." He giggled, going back to the Kai you've always known.

     "It seems like you want to do it again, huh?" You smirked, feeling his hardness against your thigh. He looked down, laughing as he didn't notice before.

     "It appears so."

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     Your dad woke up from his slumber, his arms wrapped in bandages from the burns. He had once more day until he was able to be discharged, and he was excited to be reunified with you and your mom.

     Looking at the table beside his hospital bed, he noticed a folded piece of paper that wasn't there before. He furrowed his brows in confusion, grabbing the piece of paper and un-folding it, revealing a letter.

     Dear Father,

I hope you're having a great time with your company booming and all. You know you have to, especially when you know you're doomed to burn in hell. When you get discharged, I'll be dead, but you knew it was going to happen one day, right?

That's all I have to say to you. I hope you love with the guilt that your daughter's dead because of you.

    Love, The Daughter Who's Soul you Sold

[darkmulti]

ok an explicit head cannon idea.. getting railed with his headset on so his friends can hear and degrade you ;)) tae? make it noncon sex? spanking and hair pulling 🤤

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: NON CON, hair pulling, spanking, humiliation & degradation

You and Taehyung were roommates

You couldn't afford to pay rent on your own, so you started looking for a roommate

when your bully/enemy heard about this, he forcefully moved into your place

it was hard enough to deal with him at school, but now you have to deal with him at home

it was frustrating because he never cleaned after himself and he was always loud

recently, you got mad at him for yelling at 2 in the morning

you were trying to sleep because you had to get up early in the morning, but all night he was being loud

the next day you got mad at him and ever since then, you've been avoiding/ignoring him

you started coming home late and leaving early

you stopped buying groceries and cleaning up after him

he was quick to notice but never got a chance to talk to you since you were always gone

he'd call you several times a day and leave you hundreds of messages

one evening, you went to the library but realized you forgot your assignment at home

that means your gonna have to sneakily get it without Taehyung noticing your home

when you opened the front door, you opened it fast so it wouldn't squeak as loud as it usually does

you tiptoed down the hallway and into your room

the house was quiet which was unusual

maybe he's not home, you thought

after getting your assignment, you exited your room and tiptoed towards Taehyung's

you creek open his door, only to see no one there but his computer was on

you were about to turn around and leave until someone grabbed both your wrist and pushed you into the room

"Ha! I knew you were back! Now, tell me why you've been ignoring me."

"What the hell, Taehyung?! Let me go!"

"Answer me first. Then I'll think about it."

You tried moving out of his grip, but he was practically sitting on top of you so you couldn't move

"Taehyung, I'm serious! Let me go!"

"I'm serious, too! Why are you ignoring me?"

"Because, you're a jackass!"

Taehyung unbuckled his belt with one hand and took it off

he tied it around your wrist as tightly as he could so you couldn't use your hands

"Taehyung, what are you doing?!"

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson for avoiding me."

"No! What the hell is your problem?! Taehyung, stop!"

He picked you up and placed you on the bed, with your ass up and head down

He held the back of your neck so you couldn't move and put his head set on you

"She can hear you now."

"Taehyung, stop what you're doing!"

she yelled, after feeling her skirt and protective shorts slide down

"Awe, stop already? but the fun has just begun." you were mortified when you heard Jungkook's voice from the headset

"Taehyung! Turn this off." you pleaded

"No, no. Don't do that, Taehyung." Again, your heart dropped after hearing Jimin's voice

you were so confused on what was going on

They had to be pranking you or something

maybe this was just a cruel prank

oh boy, how you were so wrong

Taehyung plunged deep inside of you with no warning

you screamed, trying to break free from the belt but it was no use

"Stop! I beg you! Stop!" you yelled, trying to move away from him

Taehyung spanked you as soon as you tried to move away from him

he spanked you again and again, until your ass was hot

you were sobbing into the mic and that's when Jungkook and Jimin began terrorizing you with shameful comments

"Why the fuck are you crying, slut? You should be used to it since your legs are always open for every guy on campus."

Jungkook spewed over the mic, making you cry even harder

The three boys had made up rumours about you being a whore and sleeping around with different guys everyday

Because of that, everyone started to look down on you

even your profs

"That's not true! I only had sex once in my life!"

Both Jimin and Jungkook laughed at your statement

"Who're you trying to fool, you dumb cunt? You think Jungkook and I believe that? Taehyung tells us everyday that you bring different men home every night. You're fooling no one, slut."

"I- I'm not a slut. Stop calling me those names!"

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled your hair hard and yelled in your face

"You are a fucking slut! A cheating, lying, stupid slut, you are!"

He pushed your face down into the mattress, spanked your ass a couple more times and started fucking you so hard that the boys were able to hear the skin slapping through the headset

instantly, you began crying louder and harder

"S- stop! ple- please!

you sobbed as your head pounded

"What this I hear? The slut can't handle it? Stop overreacting, I know you fuckin love it." Jungkook said while jerking off

You didn't have the energy to respond to Jungkook

You just kept looking behind, begging Taehyung to stop

Taehyung on the other hand, pulled your hair one more time before pushing in and coming in you

you collapsed on the bed, panting loudly like you'd just run a marathon

he took the headset off your head and placed it on his table

"Taehyung, please undo this belt. My arms are sore.”

"Who said I was done? I'm gonna turn my livestream on so all my fans can watch."

[enhypia]

JS ; exes

exes answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: angst, mild fluff

words: roughly 1.7k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jay speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jay speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing, neglect, breaking up

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hello, i'm (y/n)

and i'm jay

we're (awkward eye contact)

uhh we're exes

[you guys were invited here today as exes for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

yup

*interviewer shuffles awkwardly

sorry it's just, our friends were the ones who signed up for us

yeah, we just found out about it three days ago

[but are you guys still okay with doing this?]

we're okay

just give us a few minutes to get used to environment

*(y/n) chuckles

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. are you guys ready? should we start?]

*jay nods

ready as i'll ever be

[how long were you guys together?]

we were together for almost 3 years

[how long have you guys been broken up?]

about a year and a half now

[who broke up with who?]

i did they did

[why did you break up with him?]

so this was all a year and a half ago okay? no coming for jay, he's grown, we've grown

thanks?

you're welcome

*jay laughs

uhh.. it just really reached a point where i felt neglected in a way? and it was just tiring? i kept thinking 'do i deserve this treatment?' and i hated that i was doubting everything, including his feelings. so i just said let's talk about it and then yeah we split up

*jay drinks and (y/n) laughs

sorry sorry

nah i just needed that

[okay, how about we officially start the q&a portion between the of you now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jay wins

*he picks up a card and facepalms after seeing the question

goddamn

should i be scared?

not sure, but you might opt to drink though

[do you blame me for what happened to us?]

oh my god *(y/n) laughs

i know right

so we're unpacking emotions today? okay noted

you can just drink if you're not comfortable with it

i'll drink but i'll still answer, might ease your mind no?

*jay couldn't stop his head from nodding

*(y/n) drinks

i admit that i blamed you at first, but then i got to thinking that it wasn't just you, i was also at fault too since i never really vocalized what i felt? i just let it build up until it reached the point where you couldn't do anything about it anymore, and i couldn't too.

yeah but it's more of my fault since i felt something was wrong but i just brushed it off, i brushed you off.

....

shot?

*jay smiles slightly and both raised their glasses to cheers before drinking

we were both at fault and i don't blame you, jay. i hope you stop blaming yourself

*(y/n) smiles softly then picks up a card to stop any reply they might get from jay

god why are these questions so heavy? it wasn't like this from other episodes

*jay and crew laugh

okay, hit me

[what's your biggest regret about our relationship?]

what the fuck

SEE ?!

*both laugh and jay drinks

okay, next question

no, i'm answering

[we won't stop you but just reminding you both that it's okay not to answer if you drink]

the alcohol releases the unhinged-ness

in other words, this is really just us using the alcohol to actually say what we feel

i think you already the answer, and it's that i didn't do anything about us even if i felt something was wrong. i just kept on focusing on my career that i reached a point where i brushed everything off as nothing. and in the end, while i got the success i wanted, somehow i also feel like i'm on the losing end really.

*(y/n) drinks making jay laugh

what? it's my first time hearing all this !

it was a rough break so

omg is this our closure ???

*jay's eyes widened

and it's filmed ?!?!

*everyone laughs

couple goals *(y/n) does a hashtag

oh wait *(y/n) looks at jay

exes goals *both do a hashtag pose

*they laugh, ignoring the sting in their hearts

okay, okay moving on

*jay laughs again

is it a heavy one again?

nope

[do your friends hate me?]

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

please 😭

we have the same friends

we share a lot of mutual friends

that's why there was like tension for a month in the friend group because no one knew what to do

i'm sorry you had to endure all that friends

remember when they literally made an organized schedule to hang out where we wouldn't see each since the break up was still fresh?

yeah like i got heeseung on tuesdays

and i got him on thursdays

😭😭😭

we love them though, they did their best to console us both

thanks guys <33

*(y/n) picks up a card

goddammit

[do you think we could've actually worked out our problems?]

i think it's unfair that i get a lot of heavy questions

i have the power of god and anime on my side today

i think we could've, if i just had taken the actual time to reflect and sit down and talk, we could've worked it out.

*(y/n) slaps jay's arm

i told you, stop blaming yourself

k

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

*jay picks up a card and

oh

what?

*he is stuttering guys, he is fidgeting

[do you wish we were still together?]

oh

yeah

.....

*both drink

i mean-

*jay has been paralyzed, he did not expect (y/n) to answer

i'm happy where i am right now, maybe there are moments of weakness that the thought crosses my mind but i don't dwell on it too much. i think we're both still learning and growing.

*jay doesn't want to think about the fact that (y/n) never said a clear yes or no

*(y/n) picks up a card and groans

please just drink to this

why?

[what do you think of me now?]

....

drink.

no?

why?

because-

why?

i'm answering

why?

i want to?

no.

right now i'm just really proud of you.

*WORLD PAUSE, (y/n) is malfunctioning

it's a little sad that i didn't get to witness a lot of it but i promise i watched from afar and i'm so proud of you. like it makes me feel lighter in a way? knowing that you're still going and pursuing your dreams. it just made me at ease that -

*(y/n) drinks, looking very much like snow white's apples

are you blushing?

jay i will kick you

*he laughs and pinches (y/n) cheeks making them redder, (y/n) slaps his hands away

i won't hesitate bitch

how about you huh?

[what do you think of me now?]

*jay you should know not to tease too much or else it'll bite you back

i think you're absolutely amazing.

*jay could only blame himself

i am in constant awe and there's this pride that i have in me whenever i see you thriving. it's weird because i thought i'd be bitter about it, but since i knew of your goals and how passionate you were, all i felt was pride. it did hurt a little that i couldn't go "that's my baby!" anymore.

*alert! jay's ears are red and it's spreading to his cheeks and neck

okay next question!

*he quickly picks up a card making (y/n) burst out laughing

everything i said was true though.

hajima. stop. pause. i'm not listening

*(y/n) laughs at flustered jay

this is the last one.

[question for both: if you could tell me anything, what would you say?]

sheesh

same

rock paper scissors? loser goes first

*jay wins

*(y/n) drinks

can you turn around for this one, like don't look at me.

*jay followed

i want to say that,,,, that it's not your fault for putting your future first. it kind of stung since you made me feel like i wasn't a part of it but i know that wasn't your intention. i understand your actions and i don't blame you. if i was in your position i probably would've been the same. i'm sorry that i didn't try harder, like you said we could've made it work but i just got so tired, i hope you can forgive me for that as well.

okay i'm turning around as well, your turn

*(y/n)'s eyes are glassy, but jay doesn't need to see that

i want to say that i'm sorry for neglecting you. i feel like you're tired of me saying sorry but that's really all i could do. i forgive you by the way even if i don't get why you're apologizing to me. i also want to say that, it wasn't you. it sounds cliche but you weren't the reason i became like that, it was me. it was never you. so please don't blame yourself for anything. please don't question your worth because you were more than enough.

yah i didn't want to unpack that

well i still know you and i was given the chance to say it now so

*(y/n) turns around wiping tears, jay is sniffling

i need a drink damn

*(y/n) pours a shot and jay as well, both drink after clinking their glasses

[you guys good?]

*both looks at each other and chuckles

we're good

i can't believe we have to thank our friends for setting this up

*jay groans

[care to answer one last question that is in everyone's minds' right now?]

oh god

is it what i think it is

[will we see you guys be featured again? maybe exes to couples again?]

let's drink!

*both take one last shot and waves to the camera

*(y/n) shrugs and jay winks

bye~

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a/n: i was planning to post this sooner but my pharma prof suddenly dropped a 6-page activity lmao rip, im scheduling the timestamps i forgot to post last update sorry sorry. my angst skills are subpar forgive me but i tried my best. i hope you like this one too !! jake's will be uploaded next ! please look forward to it <33

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Please could I request a Tommy Shelby x daughter fic where she sneaks out to a party and he has to go and get her?

I LOVED writing this request. As you can see it got out of hand like everything I write. <3 Thanks for sending this in and I hope you enjoy it!!!!

Summary: Ruby is persuaded by her cousin Levinia to go to a club while the family is out at the races. The night doesn't go to plan.

Rating Teen: Just violence in this fic.

Warnings: Slight graphic violence, a man tried to attack the reader. It doesn't end well for him. Quality dad time, so many feelings. Bodies get buried.

Please could I request a Tommy Shelby x daughter fic where she sneaks out to a party and he has to go and get her?

“Come on Ruby! It will be fun. I promise no one is going to find out. They’ll be busy at the races.” Your cousin said moving around in your closet trying to pick a dress suitable for the kind of party she was dragging you to.

You flopped back on to your bed staring up at the ceiling, if you got caught your dad would kill you, then Aunt Polly would resurrect you only for your mum to kill you again. You never went to the sorts of parties Lavinia went to. She was five years older than you, something that used to make her seem impossibly wise and cool, but recently you noticed the gap between you closing. Must have something to do with growing up. You let out a huff.

“Fine i'll go but we have to be back at least a half hour before they get home okay? A half hour.” Your dad ran things precisely like that, everyone was supposed to be back by 11:30pm, Fin was in charge till then. But while the younger kids played outside and Charlie was out riding in the fields, Fin was very busy with a girl he’d been seeing.

Levinia squealed and threw a black dress at you from your closet. You pulled it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, you were almost certain your parents didn't know you owned this dress. It was relatively covering except for the dangerous neckline.

Levinia looked you over, making you laugh with her mock sexy facial expressions. She pulled you over to sit at your vanity and took her own makeup out of her bag. You noticed that she did your make up the same way Aunty Esme did, you thought back to times when she used to let you sit and watch.

You looked yourself over and couldn't help but smile. You looked good.

You both got out the front door, scarves draped around your shoulders and made your way down the long driveway. Once shutting the gate you walked a little further down the road then stopped by a large tree. She stopped and lit a cigarette.

“My friend Bill should be here in a moment. Here” She handed you a cigarette and you took it, taking a long drag.

“Wow Ruby, that's definitely not your first one eh?” She winked at you making you feel infinitely cool. You were known for dealing cigarettes in the girls bathroom at school and smoking the occasional one when feeling stressed. A business you’d have to sell off at the end of next year when you graduated. You frowned, a part of you was desperate for a life different from what you knew here, hence the reckless behavior. But the other side of you had seen enough danger to last a lifetime, and you took a lot of comfort in your large family. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud honking sound that made you jump. A beat up car pulled over and you followed Levinia into the back seat.

“Bill this is Ruby, Ruby this is Bill.” You saw him look you over in the rear-view mirror and smile.

“It's nice to meet you.” You both said at the same time. The drive passed while they gossiped about some University prof that was rumored to be sleeping around with students. Eventually you parked and walked into the busier part of town. It was dark now and Levina took you through a back alley stopping at a red door.

“Just relax okay. No one should recognize you here, heck I hardly recognize you with all the makeup. But just try to enjoy yourself and don't leave with anyone and only take drinks from me. Got it?” You gave her a curt nod as the red door swung open revealing Bill and a tidal wave of loud music. She gave you a wicked smile and pulled you inside. Before you knew it you’d had a couple sweet tasting drinks and were dancing with lots of university boys.

Sure they were handsome in a way that boys your age weren't, but you found it laughable how arrogant they all seemed. You had to bite your cheek multiple times to keep yourself in check as they tried to explain something to you incorrectly, or tried to be impressive about politics. You were on your best behavior. After another drink and dance you’d excused yourself to run to the bathroom. You were hoping it was a large powder room like the clubs your dad owned, but instead it was more of a broom cupboard near the back entrance.

After finishing up and checking your makeup one last time you stepped out only to feel a tight grip on your arm. A large man pulled you out the back door, your shouts were useless over the loud music. Once in the alley way you saw a shitty looking car parked at the end of it. You gripped your small purse in your hands. Much to your mother’s displeasure you were your fathers daughter. Once you started getting cat called, you’d taken it upon yourself to sew razors into the seam on the bottom of your purses.

Gripping it tightly you jerked your arm back causing the man to turn towards you. You wasted no time going for his eyes. He screamed out but unfortunately for him no one could hear his screams over the loud music spilling into the alley way. Bastard had the audacity to prey on young women, and ruin your first real night out. You felt yourself lean into the situation more than you thought yourself capable. You heard a man climb out of the car at the other end of the alley way. So you let the bloody man hit the floor turning on your heel and you ran the other way. You made it out the alley way and into the yard, you ran until you saw Curly and Charlie sitting around their usual spot by the fire.

“Ruby!?” Charlie looked at you in disbelief.

“Charlie I fucked up. I need you to call dad.” He quickly pulled you inside and dialed the phone to the private booth you prayed they were still in. Curly came over and handed you a damp cloth and a glass of whiskey. You gave him a confused look till he motioned for you to pat your face. You whipped your face, then started to shake when you saw the white cloth stained with blood. You quickly wiped at your skin and the rest of your neck line. You grabbed a cigarette off the desk and lit it leaning against your hand.

“What happened?” You looked at Charlie waiting for the call to go though.

“I went to a club with Levinia, some guy dragged me back into the ally way and I fucking cut him. But she's still there and I shouldn't have left. But I panicked.”

“But your alright miss Ruby?” Curly asked, draping a small blanket around you allowing you to cover up a bit.

“Yeah, I'm alright Curly.” You downed the whiskey he’d brought you and you hated and welcomed the burning feeling as it slid down your throat. The phone patched through and you heard yelling on the other end.

“It’s alright Tommy, I've got her here.”

“No, she's not harmed. Just a little shaken.”

“Of course I won't let her out of my site.”

“See you then”

He hung up the phone.

“Levinia noticed you were missing and phoned them from the club. He was just about to call me to get the boys ready to come find ya.”

You let out a groan.

“I'm so fucked.”

“That you are love, but they aren't here yet. Go get cleaned up and come sit by the fire.” You used his small bathroom to get most of the blood and make up off and wrapped yourself in Curly’s lap blanket like a shawl, keeping your chest covered.

You sat down on the stool next to him and he handed you another hearty helping of whiskey. Despite knowing better, you drank it down.

“Curly’s gone to get Levinia and assess the damage.”

You let out a hum staring into the fire.

“It's not like you to get into trouble like this?” Charlie said, looking into the fire.

“No it’s not” You were wondering if he would lecture you, Charlie had always been like a grandpa to you.

“Or do we just not find out about it?” He gave you a knowing look. You thought about the statement, other than the cigarette trade and the occasional beating doled out to a boy who didn't know the word no, you were top of the class.

Okay, maybe a few other beatings helping out some of the girls in your class. But other than the violence and business, you were a shining star of innocence.

“I don't know what you mean.” But there was a smile in your voice that couldn't be hidden

“You're just like him ya know? Especially before the war.” the words sank into your chest.

You heard tires pull up and you already knew it was your dad. You took a deep breath as his footsteps approached in the dark. Charlie gave you a sympathetic look.

“In the car now!” He shouted, you flinched knowing it would be a long ride home.

“Thanks Charlie.” You said in a small voice standing up.

“You’ll be alright, love.” He stood up and gave you a hug. You passed your dad without a word and got into the car. You watched him stand by the fire with Charlie for a moment. He looked out of breath, hand running through his hair.

You saw Charlie give him a pat on the back. He climbed into the car and drove you out of Small Heath without a word. You weren’t going in the direction of the house but you didn't have faith that you wouldn't sound tipsy if you tried to talk. Instead you just rested against the door and closed your eyes. When you opened them you were in the middle of nowhere.

“Get out the car and take your shoes off.”

You stretched and did as you were told. Slight panic welled up inside you. You saw a truck’s lights flash as they turned around on the dirt road. Did the man who tried to take you have business with your father? Suddenly you felt the need to throw up. You held yourself together and followed after your father down the street to where the truck had been.

“Grab an end.” There was a man-shaped bundle on the ground. You turned away and tossed up the contents of your stomach. After the heaving stopped you grabbed an end and you carried half of the man you murdered. The soft grass under feet was a welcome feeling you tried to focus on instead of breaking down. After much effort you reached a hole in the ground. Your dad dropped him there and you rolled the man into the hole.

“Now. This man was a bad man. Sold girls and kids to other bad men, shipping them off to who knows where. You killed him. The boys caught the car before it could make it out of Birmingham. His accomplice is down there under him.” You looked at your dad's face and resisted the urge to puke again. “You're not to leave the house without me knowing. If you want more freedom it can be arranged, but don't you ever do something like that again.” The tone of his voice broke your heart and he pulled you into a hug. You couldn't help the tears falling down your face.

“It's alright, lamb. You're okay now. Ive got ya.” His voice made you feel like a little kid all the times you’d run to him when you were scared or didn't know what to do.

“Dad I’m sorry” You said through sobs.

“Don't apologize, you're a Shelby.” And with that you both piled the dirt over the two men, and walked back to the car. You brushed your cold feet off before putting your shoes back on and climbing into the passenger seat. He got back in and handed you a handful of mint leaves.

“It’ll help.”

“Thanks.” You munched on them happy to get the horrible taste out of your mouth. You slid closer to him on the seat and rested your head against his arm.

“I think what you did was punishment enough. I know you well enough to know you didn't go looking for any trouble tonight. As far as your mother is concerned, tell her I really gave it to you on the way home. Might save you from the lecture.”

“Alright. Did Levinia make it home okay?”

“Yes John came and picked her up. She knows about what happened to the scum bag.”

“Great.”

“What did you use on him anyway?” He gave you a curious look. And you pulled open the seam at the bottom of your beaded purse. You thought you saw a small smile creep onto his face.

“Started stitching them in when I was ‘bout 13 or so?” he only nodded in reply. You pulled up to the house and groaned when you saw all the cars out front.

“Fuck.” he ran a hand through his hair. “Look I’m just going to scream at ya, you just run up to your room and I’ll deal with everyone else. You’ve dealt with enough tonight. If you can’t sleep, come down to my study later alright?”

You paused for a moment not sure how to get the words out.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Never again right?”

“Promise.” He kissed your forehead and you both climbed out of the car.

“THE ABSOLUTE RECKLESSNESS. I HAVE HALF A MID TO LET YOUR MOTHER DEAL WITH YOU FROM NOW ON.”

You threw the front door open and made a run for the stairs.

“I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO DISAPPOINTED IN MY LIFE. MY OWN DAUGHTER OUT ACTING LIKE A FUCKING WHORE. GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE - ”

You closed your bedroom door and fell onto your bedroom floor. The night's events took a toll on you. Eventually you went into your washroom and cleaned yourself up enjoying the hot water. After changing into your PJ’s you had half a mind to go down to the landing and try to listen in. Instead you curled up on your bed, but it wasn't long before you started shaking, the man's face unavoidable in your mind. The tears just wouldn't stop. Eventually you heard the house settle, some of the cars leaving. A quick glance out the window showed you that Polly’s car was still here. Once your mum had shut her bedroom door you waited a few minutes and then set off down the stairs. You slid into your father’s study, closing the door softly and you turned around to see Polly sitting at his desk.

“Oh I'm sorry, I can come down later.”

“It's alright love, come here.” You came over and sat down next to Polly. She quickly grabbed your hand and held it tightly. They continued talking about business, something about Michael in America. You were happy for the distraction leaning into the big chair.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Polly looked at you and brought the conversation back to you.

“No. I hurt him before he got the chance.” Your eyes focused on the desk and you tried not to cry in front of her. Crying in front of your dad was one thing, but you’d have to be on death’s door before you cried in front of anyone else.

“Good girl. I'll go fix you something to get you to sleep.”

“Polly.” Your dad said pointedly giving her a stern look.

“Just tea Tommy.” She announced as she floated out of the room.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't be like this.” you whipped the tears out from under your eyes.

“Don't apologize.” He said sternly. He got up and pulled you over to the couch in front of the fire. You sat on his lap resting your face against his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you and you tucked your feet in the cushions to keep them warm. Despite everything, you took a moment to enjoy his embrace, you knew deep down you’d be out in the world soon enough. Moments like this were rare since you were tiny, they’d only get more rare as time passed.

“Why do I get like this? I've seen you do it and walk away like it's nothing.” You whispered into his chest. He winced slightly at your words, after a long pause he broke the silence.

“I guess that part of me broke in the war. But I did all of this so you and Charlie would never have to be like this.”

“I -” You stopped yourself from apologizing again. He pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I know love.”

Polly came back with a cup of hot tea that you gratefully accepted.

“Your mum will want to talk to you in the morning. And John’s lot will be around after breakfast to talk to you too.” Polly said sitting down, she tucked your toes under her thigh to warm them up.

“Is Levinia in trouble?”

Polly snorted.

“Really it was my idea.” You felt the need to protect your cousin and instantly felt worse about leaving her at the club then again when you came home. You should have gone in there and owned up to everything. Polly let out a laugh.

“We all know that’s not true love.” Your dad replied. Your face fell.

“Goodness, you look like we're going to throw her into the cut. If you had any idea what these boys used to get up to at your age, let me tell you - “

“Polly” Your dad said as a warning. You looked up at her and she mouthed “Later” you smiled knowing you had something good to look forward to. You drank your tea while they continued talking and eventually you felt your eyes fall and you let sleep take you. You had a foggy memory of being moved up to your room and your dad tucking into your bed next to you. You tried to thank him for staying with you, but your mouth couldn't create the words.

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You woke up the next morning with a headache the size of England. You stumbled out of bed and went right to the kitchen for water. You grabbed a glass from the sink and downed a glass then poured another one. Everything was bright and horrible, you sat down at the table and put your head in your hands.

“There she is! Regular Peaky girl you are!” Arthur's loud voice boomed and he patted your shoulder.

“Come of it Arthur” Polly moved into the space and was handing you something to chew on before you could respond. “That should help with your head love.”

“Breakfast is out in the dining room. But I'll bring yours through. Sit up at the grown up table now.” He announced leaving the room. Polly gave you an empathetic look.

“Just a hangover it’ll pass”

You answered with a nod and then a plate of food was placed on the table in front of you.

“Thanks” you mumbled. Then your mum floated in, hugging you tightly.

“Don't you ever do that again.” you hugged her back.

“I won't.” You started in on your breakfast and the rest of the family floated through. You hated the dining room, and they all did too; they were just too proud to admit it, except for Arthur. After the seriousness was spoken of, Levinia apologized and you waved it off. Then the jokes started about you having more peaky blood in you then the rest of the kids put together. You couldn't tell if that was something to be proud of, but laughed along anyway.

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AH! this was so much fun to write!!!!!!

Thank you again for writing in a request! <3

[theje0ngs]

JSC | “twenties”

summary :: twenties are the best years of someone’s life.

pairing :: sungchan x reader

genre :: angst, slight romance, smut

word count :: 2.9k

warnings :: profanity, age difference (3 years), oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation (f receiving), protected sex (reader is on the pill !), face sitting, slight dom!sungchan, kind of toxic relationship

gela says :: well, i tried my best anon! i hope this went up to your expectations. it’s my first time writing a scenario this long and IT’S SMUT. ngl, i was pretty much surprised by how far i got lol also, if there are any offensive or wrong parts, please let me know! i’ll immediately edit them or delete the part. thank you and enjoy!

they say, your twenties are the most memorable decade of your life. you will experience a lot in your twenties such as heartbreak, finishing university, start working, and finding yourself.

you love your work as an infirmary nurse in a private university. it offers much more salary than your first job as a nurse in the local hospital. sometimes, when a professor from the college of nursing couldn't attend one of his classes, he'd let you sub in. it was fun and a nice experience. every time you sub in a class, you're always thinking about taking your master's to be able to teach. nursing students refer to you as the 'fun sub-prof' even though all you do is watch them do their work and collect at the end of the class.

“maybe they call you fun sub-prof because of your age? i mean, the majority of the class you're 'teaching' are twenty year olds! and what, you're twenty three. you can relate to them.” said your best friend since nursing school. you were video calling her since there wasn't much work to do as of the moment.

“i don't know, maybe. but right now, i'm having fun teaching them. it helps me remember all the things we've been studying in nursing school back then. i'm even thinking of taking up a master's, what do you think?”

“a master's? you really want to teach college students?”

“why not just, you know? make a career as a professor at the college of nursing?”

“seriously, how bad do you want to do it?” she chuckles, “y/n, i've told you this before and i'm telling it to you again. don't make decisions when you're happy, don't rush yourself into something so big. have you talked to your parents about this?”

“you're right, jess. i'll think of it again,” you say. the wind chime attached on top of the door rings, followed by a bunch of students quarrelling. “i have to go, i have a patient. take care!”

after exchanging goodbyes to your best friend, you ended the call and shoved your phone back to your pockets. you saw the soccer team, probably four to five players surrounded on one of the beds as the other one whines in pain.

“okay, can someone explain to me what happened?” you ask, the other two boys who stood next to the bed got out of your way and let you examine the patient.

“he slipped during practice. we thought it was only a cramp, but it looks so much worse than that.” answered one of the players, “will he be ok?”

“i don't have any definite answer right now, because i haven't examined him yet.” you replied, “but from what it looks like, he won't be able to play for a few weeks.”

“what? i have a big game coming next week!” he freaked out, “god! out of all people, out of all these dickheads, why me!”

“sungchan, calm down.”

“shut the fuck up, jeno! how the fuck am i supposed to calm down in this situation? fuck, coach is gonna kill me.” he sighs.

you weren't a nurse just to help people cure injuries and illnesses, but you were good at handling situations like this. makes you wonder why you didn't want to work at a hospital and stuck with working as a university nurse.

“alright, uhm, players, if it's okay with you.. go ahead and return to your practice. i'm sure your coach wouldn't like it if you stayed here for so long. i'll handle him” you say, heading to the door and opening it for them.

“are you sure though? he's a handful.” said the boy jeno.

“mhmm, i can handle patients like him. go ahead.”

and the moment they left, all you could hear was the sound of the air-conditioner's soft noises as you walked back to your table to grab the first aid kit. you were good at handling ankle fractures, especially during ball game seasons at the university. the amount of injured players who came into your office was insane!

“um, sorry for yelling earlier. i- uh, didn't like the fact that i won't be able to play this season.” he apologizes.

“it's alright, i understand why you reacted like that. you're a star player, right?” you say, reaching a pillow from another bed to put it behind his head.

“how did you know that?” he asks, causing you to chuckle.

“i work here. i've been here for two years now.”

“hold on, you really work here? you're not some… intern?”

you raised an eyebrow, was that supposed to be a compliment or what? “what made you think i'm only an intern?”

“you look like you're only a student. aren't you twenty years old?”

you chuckle, “i'm twenty three. but thanks for thinking i'm years younger than my real age.”

you leave his side and return back to your table, filling up some form for sungchan to give to his coach later as well as some paperworks in case he wants to be sent to the hospital. you were working peacefully, while sungchan was still processing the information you told him. i really thought she's only my age… turns out she's three years older than me. he thought.

and since sungchan really couldn't play for a few weeks, he had to watch his teammates from the bench. though a lot of people thought they'd lose this season, his team was doing a bit good without him. even his coach who thought the team wouldn't do well, was shocked that the whole team could work better even without the star player. (it would've been so much better if sungchan was playing.)

sometimes when his friends are out in practice, he spends his time at the infirmary. though you have told him that he’s doing fine and he has to continue wearing a cast in order for his ankle to heal, he prefers to stay inside and entertain you. he’d ask basic questions about you, like where you finished your bachelor’s degree, what are your plans for the future etc. you didn’t feel any awkwardness, he managed to make you feel comfortable around him. he’d even bring a cup of coffee and some pastries to your office.

“oh god, now that you’ve asked me about my ex boyfriend - there’s this guy i dated in university, he-”

“do you want to go out with me sometime?” he blurts out, causing you to stop chewing the croissant he brought earlier. “i- um, sorry. continue.”

“wait, what… why do you want to ask me out?” you ask

“i don’t know… i, i like you okay? why do you think i’m always here even though my ankle is already healed?”

sungchan likes you. yes, you’ve heard that right. you weren’t dreaming or what, this guy - who is 3 years younger than you, likes you. you didn’t know what to feel. because you were a twenty-four year old woman, who works as the university nurse. you’ve never had someone confess to you, and most certainly, you weren’t expecting it to be someone like sungchan. sungchan, so far, the past few weeks you’ve spent with him… you know there’s someone who deserves him better than you.

“sungchan, i get that you, um, like me. but, i’m sorry.” you apologize, “dating isn’t really part of my plate right now.”

“is it because i’m younger than you?”

“no! god no!” you sighed, “it’s just… i really don’t want to risk losing my job.”

“well, if i show you that i’m sincere enough, will you accept my feelings?” he asks, gently grabbing your hand and started caressing his thumb on your supple skin.

you sigh, well, nothing bad will happen… right? you thought, “alright.”

you’ve been secretly dating sungchan for over 10 months now. though only you, him and a few of his friends like jeno, shotaro and donghyuck were the only ones who knew what’s between the two of you, you managed to make this relationship work. you wouldn’t deny the fact that it kind of hurts that you can’t tell the world about him, you can’t tell your friends about him, you can’t tell your coworkers about your relationship with him as there is a possibility that you may lose your job. while sungchan, is also having a hard time. you’ve been so distant lately, and he thinks it’s stress. fights were also present in your relationship. in fact, it happens most of the time.

the very first, big fight you two encountered happened during the university’s festival. you were set up in a ‘marriage booth’ with one of the professors at the engineering department. sungchan was watching from afar. he hated the fact that he couldn’t tell the world about you, about your relationship. all he wanted was to hold your hand in public, to be able to kiss you, to bring you out on cute dates.

aside from keeping your relationship a secret to everybody, you still have one, big secret. you were offered a job at your auntie’s workplace. the problem is, it’s abroad. you’ve considered rejecting it, you didn’t want to leave sungchan nor did you want a long distance relationship. when the day arrived that you promised yourself that you were going to reject your aunt’s offer, happens to be the day that you and sungchan fought. you ended up accepting the offer.

“never make decisions when you’re happy, never make decisions when you’re angry.” something your best friend always told you back in college.

your scheduled flight abroad will be next week, and you still haven’t told sungchan. you were scared, but no matter how much you deny reality, you will eventually tell him the truth. you were woken up from your thoughts when you heard the doorbell rang. you’ve decided to tell him today. if he wants to break up, then it’s alright. it’s your fault for not telling him earlier. if he wants to try long distance, then it’s also fine. most of those work… right?

“hey, you sounded too upset on the phone. are you okay?” he asks, his soft voice sent shivers on your spine.

“i have to tell you something. it’s pretty big and, um, can cause problems in our relationship.”

“you’re making me nervous, what is it?”

you can do this, y/n. deep breaths and everything will be alright. you say to yourself, “remember when we had our big fight two months ago? the one where you got jealous of jaehyun?” you start, earning a scoff from him. “well, after our fight, i was pretty mad at you. so bad that i.. accepted a job abroad.”

it was like the whole world stopped for a moment. sungchan did not know what to feel. should he feel angry? sad? happy? his emotions were mixing up as he tried to process everything you just said. it was all happening so fast.

“you accepted a job without consulting me first?” he said, trying to remain calm.

“sungchan, it’s my dream job! it’s something that i’ve always wanted to do!”

“i know! but shouldn’t you have consulted me first about it? why make a decision this big without talking to me about it?” he yells, “i thought you were different! we promised to tell each other everything!”

“well, i’m sorry! i’m not most girls and frankly, this is why i didn’t want to date someone younger than me!” you fought back, “i’m an adult, sungchan. and so are you. we should be able to act mature when it comes to relationships. this isn’t high school, or bullshit, we’re not in a teenage movie! stop acting like a fucking child!”

“it’s just so selfish y/n! you’re selfish! you only think about yourself, you make decisions only for yourself! what the fuck am i to you then?”

mean words and a lot of profanity were thrown at each other that night. like said earlier, everything was happening at a fast pace. one minute you’re yelling at each other, the next you’re in your bed, naked and putting purple love bites on each other’s bodies. sungchan is only three years younger than you, but his sexual drive is insane. you took note of that the moment sex was present in your relationship.

“bad girl. so fucking bad.” he growls, latching his lips on your nipple. “no one, and i mean no one will fuck you the way i do when you leave for abroad.”

sungchan sat up and started to unbuckle his belt and pants, the tent that was growing behind his boxer shorts were visible. the moment his last piece of clothes were off and he was fully naked, he started to undress you as well. instead of removing your clothes, he tore them from your body. those were my favorite pair of pajamas. you thought, but it did not matter anymore. you were rather impatient, sitting up and pulling sungchan from the nape and attaching his lips to yours.

your kiss had a lot of meaning. love. lust. apology. while you were making wonders on his lips, sungchan focused on making you feel good using his fingers. you can feel yourself wetter and wetter the more he puts pressure on your clit. you moaned into his mouth when you felt his fingers slowly enter your sweet hole, “fuck, sungchan.” was all you could say the moment his lips left yours.

in your previous intercourses, sungchan was sweet and slow. all he focused on was your own pleasure and not his. he makes sure he’s making you feel good. he makes sure you feel every inch of him. but today wasn’t one of those days. sungchan was too rough tonight and you know once you wake up in the morning, you’re all sore.

sungchan adjusted himself on the bed, he was lying down with pillows supporting his head. he positioned you on his stomach, both of your legs were on the side of his waist and feeling your wet pussy on his skin. “sit on my face.” he commands, “now.”

you did what he said. holding onto the headboard as if your life depends on it. his hands immediately go to the back of your thighs the moment you kneel and position yourself on top of his face. you let out a loud moan when you felt him suck the sensitive bud. he made sure he’s holding on your thighs tightly that you’re not able to move. the mixture of his saliva and your wetness, and the way his mouth was making erotic sounds made you closer to your orgasm.

“sungchan,” you murmur

he lets go of your thighs, letting you fall on the soft bed. you were still shivering from the orgasm you just had, but your boyfriend has other plans. make this night memorable and he might make you change your mind at the last minute. your eyes were closed, still gathering strength and air when you felt him spread your legs.

“hold on, let me catch my-” before you could even finish your sentence, sungchan rubs the tip of his cock on your slit. the sensation makes you feel wet once again. “fuck.”

sungchan’s lips made contact with your skin, biting and placing soft yet lustful kisses on them before slipping his dick inside of you. his low grunts sent shivers down your spine. fuck, he’s right. nobody else has made you feel this good before, not even your ex boyfriend or the people you’ve been with for only one night. sungchan was different from everybody else.

your moans were music to his ears; he considers them as a compliment while he makes you feel good. “‘m gonna fuck you so good you’re not gonna leave for that fucking job.” he whispered to your ears before nibbling.

the more he thrusts inside of you, the more you feel the knot in your stomach tighter. your fingers were gripping tightly on your sheets. “i’m cumming!” you cried, your body started to feel sensitive.

“cum then.” he replied, “cum with me.”

with one last, loud moan, the two of you reached your highs. you feel so weak the moment he pulls out, you feel so sore and you were tired. with sungchan on your side, spooning you, you didn’t even realize that you drifted off to dreamland. the following day, you were woken up by the rays of the sun shining through the curtain. you could still feel sungchan’s arms resting on your waist. you stood up, removing his grasp on you and grabbed a clean shirt before heading off to the bathroom to clean yourself.

the memories of last night came flooding back. all the fighting, the yelling, the blaming. it was no longer healthy to continue, especially if your partner thinks you’re too selfish. well, you were selfish. you hid a huge secret from him and dropped the bomb a week before you leave. you understood the points he made last night - he was right. everything must come to an end, and so does your relationship with him.

that morning ended with the two of you, sitting down in your living room. apologizing for all the mean things you’ve said to each other out of anger last night. you apologized to him for not being a great girlfriend he wanted, he apologized for not being able to tell the world about you. though it was only a short amount of time that you and sungchan dated, he’s thankful that you’re part of his twenties. his first real girlfriend, his first real heartbreak.

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[agirlwhoisaphantom]

Into you- Steve Rogers x Reader

Professor!Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve Rogers has been your Professor for a while now and now that you were in person he had been sending you mixed signals.

18+

Word Count: 1800

Warning: Blow Job, deepthroat, professor kink, um a hint of praising

Author's Note: My friends and I decided to do Marvel Professor AU and well I decided to do Steve.

Professor Steven Rogers, it was hard to focus in class due to him being so handsome.

Having Zoom classes for the first half of your semester made it so much easier to focus on what he was teaching instead of how good-looking he was. But hearing his voice didn’t help either.

Transitioning to in-person classes, you were so nervous.

Professor Rogers was more handsome in person. His broad shoulders were amazing, his ocean blue eyes, his perfect hair and him being 6’0, wait- are you daydreaming again. No, no, focus on what is being taught.

Besides Prof Rogers being the handsome guy, he was such a fun professor to have. Everyone loved having him as a history professor. He focused more on making sure his students would have a fun time learning than having their heads stuck on a book. His classes would usually fill up within the first day of registration.

Oddly enough, whenever he would grade an assignment, there would always be a wink face written on your paper. You would look around at other students, and they would have a smiley face. You didn’t think much of it since you did amazing on your assignments most of the time.

You were a little shy to ask him why he was giving you random winks on your papers; meanwhile, he wouldn’t do it for other students. “Professor Rogers- can I ask you a quick question about something?” you tuck your hair behind your ear and look onto the ground focusing on the nice shoes he had on.

“Call me Steve. And yeah, what’s up?” he continues to wipe down the board.

Grabbing the sleeves on your shirt and start pulling them downwards, hiding your hands from him. “ I was wondering about the small notes on my paper” your voice got small, but it was loud enough for him to hear you.

Steve turns around to face you, and he notices your face was facing downwards, and your cheeks were bright red “if it makes you uncomfortable. I can stop writing them down” a worried look formed on his face as he knits his own eyebrows together. He never thought that he would make you feel uncomfortable, and if Steve did, he needed to know to stop doing it.

Your eyes slowly roamed from his shoes to his face as you lifted your head to have a clearer view of how he looked like. “no- it’s not that. I truly don’t mind. I was just wondering why you were doing it” you started swaying back in fourth. You were nervous to talk to him.

A soft chuckle escaped his mouth “are you a bit nervous, darling?” he places his hand on his waist and observes the reaction you had.

“no- not at all” you could feel your face burning. You could already imagine how red your face must be. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m heading home now. Thank you for your time, Steve.”

Before walking away, Steve grabs your arm and tries to stop you “hey, we should go to my office. I can make you a cup of tea or coffee to help you relax” You nodded in agreement.

As you two were walking to his office, he asked you a couple of questions about yourself. Such as what you did for fun outside of school? Do you have any pets? Etc. He wanted to get to know you. He knew it was completely wrong to do. But something about you caught his attention since the first day of classes.

Walking into his office, you didn't think that it'll be cosey, but it was instead of having a normal table for students to sit on. He had small bean bag chairs and a complimentary chair. His lights were dimmed and, on the walls, there were frames with pictures of the Avengers.

Steve notices you are staring at a particular one with Natasha, Banner, Tony, Thor, and Clint. He chuckles as he pours hot water into a mug "2012, to be honest, I don't quite remember what happened, but it was crazy" he starts walking towards the shelf full of boxes of different types of tea's and pull out a packet that flavored lavender with honey.

You gave him a brief smile as he hands you the mug with hot water "thank you."

He sits down on the bean bag chair and copies his motion on sitting on the one next to him. "so, as I was saying-"

"why was I drawing Winkey faces on your papers" he interrupts you. He already knew what you were going to say. He takes a big gulp since he knew that what he would say next would make him potentially lose his job. "I've liked you for a while. And I know telling you this will jeopardize my job, and I may lose my job because of it. But I needed to tell you this." He gets up and looks outside of his window, facing his back towards you. There isn't turning back. He said it already.

You were completely shocked. You weren't sure what to say or what to do. One thing you knew is that you wouldn't want to jeopardize his career nor want Steve to lose his job. You stand and start walking to where he was standing. Placing your hand on his bicep and slowly moving it, "Steve, I feel the same way about you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this interaction."

Steve takes a big breath that not only you felt the same way towards him but that no matter what happened in the four walls, it won't go into the outside world.

He turns around to face you and places his hand on your cheek, and gently started to move his thumb against your skin. Even though you told him how you felt, there was something else that was addicting to him. He didn't know if it could have been the way you dressed or the way you were so kind-hearted, but something about you was like an addiction to him.

Steve stares at you with these soft eyes and a smile. Without a second thought, he wanted to know what your lips tasted like. He presses his lips against yours, roughly kissing you. Steve pulls away, unsure what he had done. "I'm sorry I-"

Getting on your toes and placing your hands on both sides of his face, you rapidly pull him into you slamming your lips onto yours. You both put every ounce of frustration into the lip lock, and greedily you took it. You have been craving this moment since the day you had met him.

"Darling, with that short skirt and high thigh socks. You were very distracting today," he whispered onto your lips as his hands were moving from your face towards your waist. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer towards him feeling your body against his.

Humming against his lips, "I didn't mean to be Professor."

Steve's hand roams your body again, placing his hand underneath your skirt and cupping your cheek. "I don't believe you one bit. But there is a way you can make it up to me for being such a big distraction" pulls away from your embrace.

You noticed Steve’s eyes were darkened, full of lust. He leans in forwards near your ear and gives a growl, “on your knees, little one.”

Without breaking eye contact, you slowly kneel on the floor in front of him. You start to unzip his pants and slightly wiggle them, pulling his cock out. As it was right in front of you, you slightly widened your eyes in surprise. He had a thick, veiny, large penis. You place your hand around his cock, giving it a few pumps. Your thumb brushing on his swollen head caused you to lick your lips.

You proceed to pull his pants down to his thighs. His cock leaking precum. With a moan, you opened your mouth wide, holding your tongue out. Steve quietly growled underneath his breath. You flutter your eyes as you press your tongue against his tip, catching the drip of precum. “fuck, just like that,” he whispered. Your lips were pressed against the head of his cock as your hand was jerking his length. Flicking your tongue on his tip and gently kissing it.

A sharp breath left Steve’s lips as you were wrapping your lips around him. You were heavy sucking on the head of his cock, gently moving your tongue around his flesh as your hands were occupied with pumping the base.

Steve tried to be quiet be he couldn’t. He places his hand on your head, wrapping your hair around his fingers. He started to guide you and gently control your movements. Cupping one of his balls in your right hand, you were rolling them and squeezing them. You wanted to try something, so you remove your hand and decide to slowly take more length inside of your mouth. Gagging as the head brushed over your sensitive part of your mouth.

Moaning around him, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Seeing the reaction, he was having was priceless. With the effort to swallow down what was left, you tried to ignore your gag reflex. When he felt the reflex against his cock “fuck, fuck- little one, you feel so good.”

Chocking and gagging, spittle and drool leaking down your chin. As the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You have dreamt of this day for a long time. Wondering how he would taste like.

“fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum” Steve chanted as he growled. Having a stronger grip on your hair. Tenderly yet demanding shoved his cock in further down your throat. After a couple of more pumps and head movements from up and down his cock his cum hits the back of your throat, making him want to push him off, but you wanted all of him.

Steve was above you, slowly letting go of his tight grip and massaging and running his fingers through your hair. “Next time you know, you can’t be wearing things that can be distracting, little one.”

Pulling his cock out of your mouth, he pulls up his pants and sits right next to you on the floor. He grabs the box of kleenex and helps you wipe your mouth.

Steve pulls you in to hold you into his arms “are you okay?”

Placing your head onto his chest, it felt like you were finally at peace. You briefly nodded in agreement that you were okay.

“Don’t worry, darling. One day, I’ll take you home, and I’ll pleasure you instead,” he whispers into your ear seductively.

[timextoxhajima]

Not For Sale: Week 14

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Genres: Fluff | Slice of Life | Comedy | Angst | Teenage Romance | Thriller

Warnings: scenes in the hospital

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

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You’re staring at the project document blankly, the pages filled with words and tables of the work you’ve done with Heeseung in the last few weeks or so. The weekend felt like three weeks, even when it was just three days - simply because you were in the hospital watching Jay flit in and out of consciousness and Heeseung’s still in a comatose state. 

The seat next to you is empty and there is no other word to describe being alone on your last week of school than ‘sad’. 

The Uber that picked Jay and Heeseung up had just been in school compounds and the police had found a rig in the brakes - the Uber had been stopped by another car driving straight into it.

Heeseung was on the side the car was rammed into. It’s a miracle he’s even still alive. 

“y/n?” 

The call jolts you out of your dissociation.

“Hey,” The professor walks up the stairs, and only now do you realise everybody else had left the lecture hall besides you. “I had the others hand up their projects but I saw you zoning out and I couldn’t do it.”

“Sorry,” Mumbling under your breath, you give the folder a quick flip-through before handing him the document. “Here.”

With pursed lips, he takes the folder and glances through it, skimming through the contents and pausing on the last page where you and Heeseung had signed off on. 

“I’m sorry it happened.”

“I’m sorry the school had to go through so much to catch the idiot,” Through gritted teeth, you offer him a small wince. 

“Well, yeah, that too,” The professor pulls up the lecture table from the seat next to you and sits himself in the plastic grove. “But it’s not important now. He’s going to be charged for God knows how many felonies, but I just- I wanted to know how you’re holding up.”

The concerned question thrums chills through you. Heeseung would’ve asked that. Jay would’ve too.

Jake and Sunghoon have probably tried, but you’re too busy crying or zoning out at the hospital to process anything else even if they did try. 

“I’m fine,” You shake your head and stuff your iPad into your bag. “There’s nothing anybody can do to make him wake up faster.”

“I know that. It’s just... I don’t want a student ending her semester like this.”

The grumble of the zip as you close your bag is disgustingly loud in the empty lecture hall. You hug your bag, slowly looping your arm through one of the holes as you push the lecture table away. 

“I’ll be fine. I’m leaving next week anyway and Heeseung’s not dead, so.”

The professor goes quiet upon the declaration. 

“Thanks for the fun sem, Prof,” You give him a tiny, wretched smile that’s not genuine at all, lifting a leg over the backrest of the seat in front of you. “I’ll tell my dad to say hi to you every now and then.”

Finally on both your feet one row before him, he looks at you with sad, tired eyes. 

“It’s been a pleasure having you and Heeseung as students, y/n. Do come back to visit when you come visit your father.”

A bare nod shakes your head.

“Bye prof.”

The ceiling looks the same. The light dangling from the beige, crusty roof looks dusty.

The room looks the same - except the fact that 80% of it were in boxes now. The clock hung on the wall has the loudest ticking you’ve ever heard - had it been this loud since the start?

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt. Bzzz-

“Hello.”

“Jesus Christ, how many times do you want me to call you before you’d pick up?”

Maybe until Heeseung wakes up.

“You know what? Don’t answer that.”

A pause.

“How are you holding up?”

“Great. I mean the sem’s over. I’ve handed up almost every project I need to submit.”

“Fuck you, you know I don’t mean that.”

“What am I supposed to tell you? I’m great, while I wait for my two friends to recover in the hospital? One of them’s not even awake.”

“I don’t want to be that person but no matter how much you cry or pray that he wakes up, it’s going to take time, okay? Let him rest and recuperate and he’ll spring back to life like he wasn’t just in an accident.”

“I shouldn’t have let them take the Uber.”

“For crying out loud, it is not your fault. You told them your dad was coming to get you and Jay didn’t want to cancel it for the fee. It’s a normal reaction. Who was supposed to know the Uber was rigged?”

You blink. 

“Have you packed?”

You count the boxes in your room. “Mostly.”

“I’ll be at your place when you come home. We can bake cupcakes and cookies and you can tell me about the school there.”

Your ears are taking in her words but your eyes are on the paper bag on your desk. It’s the tumbler that Jay got you. 

“Hello? You there?”

“Byeol, what if they don’t wake up before I leave? I have 8 days.”

“Have some faith in them, would you? Jay’s already awake right? He’s just flitting in and out of consciousness and Heeseung... They haven’t said he’s in critical condition, right?”

“But he’s been in the ER and it’s been three days.”

“Sis, I could sleep for three days. He’ll be awake before you leave.”

“Hope so.”

“Not going to the hospital?”

“Nah,” You roll over onto your side and stare at yourself in the mirror on your wardrobe doors. “Their friends are swarming the wards. It’s fine, Jake and Hoon got me onto the special visitors’ list.”

“There’s a special visitors’ list?”

“It’s Jay and it’s an expensive hospital with classier management. So yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s nice.”

Silence - except the occasional crackling of the static on the phone. 

“They’ll do fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I have to go now. I’ll call you tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text you?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye bye.”

The car ride with your father is quiet, the gentle music from the stereo playing and you’re thinking about how your mother is back at home. She is a busy woman back home too so you hadn’t really had the time to call or text her.

For the first time in a long time, your father knows more about your life than she does. 

“I know you’re probably not in the mood to answer this but...” The car slows at a red light. “Have you started packing?”

You don’t turn. The trees outside are swaying gently in the light breeze on this sunny day. It reminds you of the day Heeseung brought you out to the beach for your picnic. 

“I’m about 80% done. The stuff left’s like my laptop and iPad and daily appliances.”

“That’s good,” You see him nod in the window’s reflection and glance at you. “Well, I’ll come by and hand you the documents for credit transfer later this week and I’ll send you to the bus terminal next Wednesday too, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Humming to yourself, the refracted red light turns green. “Sure.”

The car starts again. “Hun, I... I just wanted you to know that I know this sem has been difficult for you. I’m- I’m sorry that I suggested you come. Had I known that there was going to be a lunatic running on the loose, I would’ve stopped you from coming.”

“You wouldn’t have known,” You mumble, but still loud enough for him to hear. “It’s fine, it’s over.”

“And with what happened with Jay and Heeseung... I’m sorry. I really am.”

“They would’ve gotten caught up in this crazy shitfest with the psycho anyway, regardless of my presence,” Finally turning to look at your father, he side-eyes you while keeping his hands on the steering wheel. “It’s not anybody’s fault except that psycho’s that this happened.”

Your father remains quiet, unable to respond. The car drives into the sheltered drop-off point at the hospital and he watches you unbuckle the seat belt to let yourself out the car.

“Hey.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and rest a hand on the car door. 

“They’ll be okay.”

A weak smile pulls your lips up your cheeks. 

“I hope so.”

By the time you’ve reached the floor where the wads were, you’ve run into a good number of their friends. Of course, there were one or two bad apples among the bunch, but most of them knew you were on a special visitors’ list and that’s why you came so late. 

It never gets easier though, the look on their faces when you know they want to tell you that they’ll be okay, but promises should not be made if they cannot be kept.

Walking into Jay’s ward, you see his mother helping to sponge his face while Jake and Sunghoon speak to a friend on the other side of the bed. 

You catch the room’s attention when you pull the plastic bag out from your bag and let the door shut behind you, Jay’s mother looking up and offering you a tired smile. 

“Oh, hey,” Jake grins and beckons you over. 

“Hi Mrs Park,” You gesture to Jake to wait before holding out the plastic bag to Jay’s mother. “It’s a box of tonic for you and Mr Park. Thought of getting fruits but I don’t think Jay can have them yet.”

“Gosh, you really didn’t have to,” She shakes her head and sets the cloth down by the bed. “Thank you. Are you sure you’re okay, coming to visit so often? You’re here everyday, aren’t you?”

You return her a tight, pursed smile. “Yeah, but it’s fine. I’m leaving to go home next week so I don’t have much time left to spend with them. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, honey,” She stands and takes the box from you, turning to set it down on the table behind her before returning you her attention. “I... I don’t know what to say. This must be all a lot for you.”

You break the eye contact first, knowing that you were probably going to cry if you hadn’t stopped looking at her.

“No, it’s fine,” You raise a palm and rub her upper arm. “All I want is to have a decent conversation with Jay before I leave, and I’ll be more than satisfied.”

“Oh!” She exclaims, nose crunching into a threatened crying mess. She holds her arms open and coerces you into her arms, patting the back of your head. “Of course. Of course, Jay will be fine by the time you need to go home. I promise.”

“I really do hope so,” You pull away first and smile weakly at her.

“By the way, Mr and Mrs Lee are with Heeseung in the ward next door,” She sniffles, anxiously rubbing her palms together.

“Oh, right- Do they know I’m on the-”

“Yes, of course they do, sweet heart,” She quickly rubs your arm to comfort you, then slides her hands down to yours to keep them in her palms. “Their parents are the sweetest couple ever and they’d be so grateful that Heeseung has a friend like you. How about I have Jake or Sunghoon bring you over to meet them?”

“Oh,” You watch as she waves to get one of the boys’ attention, Sunghoon quickly pulling away from the crowd to attend to you. 

“Would you do me a favour and bring her over to Heeseung’s ward? Introduce her to his parents.”

“Of course,” Sunghoon hurriedly nods and lowers his head out of respect. “Come on.”

“Thanks, Mrs Park,” You turn your feet to follow Sunghoon, but your hands are reluctant to leave hers. “I’ll come back later.”

“No, take your time, sweet.”

With a slight nod, you pull away and trail after Sunghoon out of the ward after leaving your bag with Jake.

The ward door closes with a soft hiss, then Sunghoon pauses right before you can come into view of Heeseung’s ward door, turning over his shoulder to look down at you. 

“I don’t mean to bring this up at a bad time but...”

“I know,” You nod. “I know I’ve been an ass the last few weeks. Honestly, I... I didn’t know who I wanted to be endgame either.”

Sunghoon gives your word one more second of thought before he turns around to face you. 

“It’s not my business but are you going to choose? Or... just go home next week?”

You frown and look down at your hands, reminiscing the warmth from Jay’s mother.

“I don’t know,” Your voice cracks. “I don’t think I can choose. Even if I do, I have 8 days, and neither of them are awake yet. I don’t... I don’t want to do that to them.”

He takes a deep breath and looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“It’s Heeseung. Choose Heeseung,” He says without looking at you. “The night they got into a crash, Jay texted Jake to tell us that Heeseung kissed you, and that was the moment he decided he would give up.”

The statement tears you apart on the inside. 

“Jay’s a tough guy to hurt and he plays his cards fairly and maturely,” Sunghoon nods and finally looks at you. “Don’t feel bad you’re choosing Heeseung over him. He had a truce with Heeseung. About you. And he knows he lost fair and square, so don’t feel upset. Just pour your heart and soul into Heeseung for the rest of the time you’re here, and worry about committing anything else after you’ve gone home.”

You part your lips to breathe, as if it would help you understand any faster or better.

“Anyway, both Heeseung’s parents are in there and they already have an idea who you are so... Just be nice.”

He watches you nod, slightly zoned-out, then pushes the door open. 

His parents can tell you’re more preoccupied with the limp, breathing body on the bed than their presence, but they still take it with grace and greet you like they’ve known you your entire life.

The sight of Heeseung being bandaged up with a leg hanging in the air makes you feel like shit.

Who wouldn’t?

Later in the night, after Heeseung’s mother had gone home and his father had left to get coffee, you’re left alone with him and the occasional beeping from the Holter monitor. 

There was a bruise and scratch on his left cheek, and his neck, arms and right leg were in a cast. You think about how much he was going to miss dancing when he gets told he’ll need to be on a 6-month break from anything strenuous. 

Tired, you pull your earpieces out and plug it into your phone, laying it on the bed while you hover over him to fit the earbuds into his ears. Then you sit back down and scroll through your playlist, playing with the volume buttons to make sure it was softer than the volume you’d normally listen to your music at. 

You make your selection, then quietly lay on the mattress with the faint music drizzling the atmosphere’s noise. That’s how quiet the room was. 

His fingers were sticking out of his cast, so you play with them. His hair was in his shut eyes, so you gently push them out in case he were to open them. 

“One more time, Heeseung. Just one more time before I leave.”

Jay’s mother was sleeping by his bed when you walk in to check on them, bag hanging from your right shoulder and lids heavy from the terrible sleep schedule the past few days. 

“Hi.”

And a smile stretches your lips out when you can see him blink, offer you his bright grin, apart from the cut on his eyebrow.

“Hey,” You whisper, walking towards him on the other side of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

Jay clears his throat and blinks. “Had better days, but at least I’m alive.”

A snigger threatens to wake his mother up. “Good. Do you want me to wake your mom up? Maybe get a doctor in to give you a check up or something.”

He shakes his head, even managing a small wave in his fingers laying by his hip. “No, I’m good. I’m going back to sleep soon anyway.”

You lean over and adjust his pillow. “Well, then I shan’t disturb you. I’ll come by again tomorrow.”

“Sure,” He looks up at you and nods. Your gazes meet, for a split second, he can kind of know what you’re thinking of, and you know what he was. 

“Thank you for this sem, Jay. I really am.”

He shakes his head. “No, thank you. It was a fun sem because of you.”

“You call being in a hospital ward fun?”

Chuckling, he turns back to look at the ceiling for a second. “You will come back to visit us, won’t you? Zoom call us or something.”

“Of course. We could meet up during the summer break if anything.”

Satisfied, he nods again. “Good.”

“Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow,” You shove your hands into your pockets. 

“Okay,” He quietly responds, watching you turn on your heels. “Oh, y/n.”

You turn and raise a brow.

“Heeseung. He’s the one for you, and... he’ll wake up for you. I know he will.”

With a slightly ached grin, you nod and look down at your feet. 

“Bye Jay.”

“Bye.”

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Alright, another chapter for my fic with Jrum. Just so you know, we’ve got a hels hermit and uh... his personality is Horny(TM). nothing to get it out of a teen rating, but there is some non consensual touching at one point so i’m giving a warning.

Rustic House Club

Jrum was set down on a counter before NPG left again, saving there was something to grab. The younger bot waited there for a little bit before getting bored and jumping down from the counter to explore the place. Jrum was pretty sure this was NPG’s base. It seemed to be a giant rustic house or mansion or something. The wood and stone were unfamiliar, but that being said, the world outside was also strange, covered with mint green grass and dirt that was a grayish blue. The sky looked mostly normal, though it was littered with multicolored clouds. 

Back inside, in the center of the room was a giant campfire surrounded by some reddish brown stone. There was also an enchanting table setup with bookshelves around it, but some of the shelves were made with a dull colored wood, and some were made with the stone like what made up the walls.

A sound just behind Jrum made him jump and whirl around, only to see what looked like a very fluffy bunny hopping around. It was a nice powder blue color, and whenever it jumped, what looked like a small puff of smoke was left behind before fading. 

“H-Hi. You’re n-not a bad bunny, a-are you?” Jrum nervously asked the hopping creature. “B-Because my dad d-doesn’t like bad b-bunnies.” The bunny responded by hopping and landing on top of Jrum’s head and flopping down there to rest. “H-Hey! That tickles!”

Jrum carefully grabbed the animal to put it back on the ground. He smiled as he felt that it was indeed extremely fluff as well as feeling rather soft. Once the bunny was back on the ground, it went hopping about the room again, letting Jrum explore the house more. There were a number of shulker boxes strewn about which seemed to be filled with items, but for the most part the items weren’t ones that Jrum recognized. Like what was a moa? Or an ambrosium shard?

Jrum shook his head as he stopped looking in the boxes before turning his head to some armor stands nearby. One had an elytra resting on it, while the other didn’t have an elytra or chestplate. Other than that, the first stand had some sort of purple armor while the other was a pinkish color.

The last thing Jrum really noticed was a ladder going up to the next floor, but he didn’t get the chance to go upstairs before NPG returned, carrying what sort of resembled his charger. “I’m back!”

Jrum scrambled his way back to the counter and sat on it, hoping NPG hadn’t seen he wasn’t there. “Sorry for the wait. This thing is just hard to carry and Sense wouldn’t come here to build it because he thinks it’s crazy to live in a dangerous place like the aether.”

The bunny from before hopped over and onto NPG’s head. “Oh! Hi Rusty! Did you meet our guest? He’s my brother.”

“Your bunny’s name is Rusty?”

“Yup!” NPG set the charger down near where Jrum was sitting. “Hmm, I’m sure you’ll want somewhere to sleep, so I’ll have to make you a bed later. Because trying to get that thing up a ladder would be no fun.”

Jrum looked at the pinkish armor that NPG was wearing. “What’s that?”

“Hmm?” NPG looked where Jrum was pointing. “Oh! This is some aetherite armor. It’s like netherite, but for here!”

Jrum nodded, then just sat quietly, swinging his legs. NPG was also quiet, just sort of smiling and swinging his arms about before there was a buzz. The older robot reached for his pocket and pulled out what looked like a communicator, though it was a different style, and read a message on it.

“Oh good! Prof says we can meet with him!”

Jrum tilted his head. “Who’s that?”

“That’s right! I haven’t explained things yet!” NPG exclaimed before putting his comm away again. “Okay, so we’re in Helscraft! It’s like where you’re from, but opposite. Our overworld is more like the nether, but not entirely. More like… hmm… if instead of dirt, mycelium and nylium were normal, and then instead of normal trees we get those giant mushroom things that still can be used for wood. The aether is like an opposite nether in that it’s cold here and there’s no bedrock at either edge of the world. And then finally the end in our world is probably the closest to being normal, but there’s no ender dragon. Instead there’s this thing called the warden and it’s really dangerous.”

“Oh… but who’s Proff?”

“Oh right! So here instead of hermits there are helsmits! And just about everyone in Hermitcraft has a sort of… not really opposite, but at the very least alternative version of themselves down here! Prof is one of them. He’s our version of Doc.”

“Who was the person that looked like daddy?” Jrum asked. He knew NPG had said something, but he hadn’t fully been paying attention.

“Oh! That was Perfect Sense. Most people just call him Sense.”

“Who else is there?”

NPG’s eyes lit up, happy to explain for his brother. “Okay, so there’s Xannes who’s our admin. Most people don’t use his name though, which is rude. Instead they say stuff like Evil Xisuma, Evil X or just EX. There’s True Symmetry who’s the current emperor, or I guess empress, of the server. Her running mate was Waltzware, who everyone calls Whiskey. Fun story about that, I can tell you it another time. Uh, he’s in a rivalry with DelayVS and Phedaz. There’s BadtimeswithScar, or just Badtimes. He has a place on the overworld with a big magic crystal in it which is where I go to hang out with you. It’s a little hard to get to sometimes with Peanut guarding the place. Helsknight has been around the longest and-”

“Um, so are you the opposite of my dad?” Jrum asked, cutting his brother off.

“Nope! Not really! That’s Grifter. See, I showed up sort of near the end of season three and he appeared when we moved to season four. I’m pretty sure he was a Listener or something, but anyway he didn’t like me since he thought I was taking his place. When Prof made Base Iridium, it was so he could lock up Grifter because he was like... the worst person. And so he’s been stuck there ever since and I get to stay because they all like me better!”

Jrum nodded. “Okay, and then do Grum and I have copies here?”

NPG stopped smiling at the question. “Well… no. Glodhet made Sense run for emperor, but Since Glodhet was LaxSprite’s running mate, Sense didn’t have anyone as his running mate. I tried, but he said no. Because of that, we never built any versions of you.”

Jrum looked down at the floor sadly. Sure NPG was a great friend, but he and his brother were really the only kids on the server, so it was pretty lonely a lot of the time.

“Um, well, do you want to go and see Prof?”

Jrum nodded and NPG picked him up before going to the portal he had outside. Jrum shivered when they walked outside, the air extremely cold. That definitely was opposite to the nether. It also didn’t help that it seemed to be night out, which made it even colder. “Isn’t the neth- uh, aether faster?”

“Yeah, but with its day and night cycles, it’s really dangerous at night and you don’t really have any gear I don’t think. Besides, Prof isn’t that far away from the other side of my portal.”

“O-Okay.”

Grian and Mumbo spawned in Helscraft right next to each other. They spawned on a small island that was half made of mycelium, half on fire. Grian was a little worried about the fact that Xisuma didn’t seem to be with them, but that was probably fine? Maybe he had been there before and when spawning in, he appeared there instead.

There seemed to be some sort of water around the island, but it didn’t quite look right as it was a bright red color. Grian carefully plucked a wing and dipped it into the water. It didn’t get burnt or damaged or anything, so that was a good sign.

Mumbo looked in a chest on the island and found it filled with boats. The wood seemed to be slightly pink, like a slightly more colorful jungle boat. He placed it into the water and got in, Grian climbing in behind him. “Well, while everything looks different in color, that island seems to be like the spawn island back home, and that out there looks like the shopping district.”

Grian looked into the distance. “Yeah, though it doesn’t look quite as populated as the one on Hermitcraft. I-Is that a giant blackstone castle?”

Mumbo squinted his eyes, looking back towards the larger island. It was a little hard to tell because it was against a black sky with few stars in sight, but Mumbo could make out what seemed to be the outline of a castle. “I’m guessing they have the same sort of starting seed, but they build whatever they want and it doesn’t match what we do.”

Grian agreed, and then Mumbo paddled them to the island. When they reached the shore, Mumbo got out first and then held a hand out to help Grian. 

“Since I can fly, I’ll look at this place from above. You check on foot. Does that sound good?” Grian asked, getting a nod from Mumbo. “Great, let’s go.”

True groaned as the sunlight was blocked for a moment. Even with her sunglasses on and her eyes closed, she could tell when the light didn’t reach her closed eyes for a moment. Her best guess was someone decided to try and annoy her again by building something to fly in just the right place to annoy her, something that had happened more than once before. She moved her glasses to her forehead and set down the glass of wine she had been sipping from before walking to the edge of her sunbathing balcony and looking below to see who exactly was messing with her.

She groaned when she was Sense walking in the paths below. Of course it would be the resident evil genius causing trouble. And then as the light was blocked again, she turned her gaze skyward to see what exactly he had made this time. True expected some sort of redstone machine to be moving around up there, Sense trying to control it from below and put it in the right place. What she didn’t expect was for the thing in the air to be a person, specifically one with wings, not elytra, on their back.

Immediately True was rushing back into the castle. This was not happening. “WHISKEY!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. “STOP WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU’RE DOING AND CALL PROF! SENSE FINALLY FUCKING DID IT!” She heard some sort of response but didn’t really pay attention as she grabbed the armor and weapons she left inside. As soon as it was all re-equipped, she went back onto the balcony and scoured the skies.

It was easy to spot the avian in the sky, having gotten closer if anything. True drew her bow and aimed at the moving target, trying to follow his path. Then when she was sure her aim was right, she fired the arrow, watching it sail in the air.

Mumbo had been looking in every building he had come across, which had been harder than it sounded since the land of the island was damaged beyond belief. Rubble was everywhere and creeper holes littered the terrain. He kept looking up at Grian, hoping he would find something so that he wouldn’t need to bother with the buildings.

The redstoner was just climbing out of another building through the mostly blocked up door when he looked up in the sky. Grian was still flying, but he watched as one moment an arrow hit the avian and the next he was covered in fire and falling to the ground. Immediately Mumbo started running in Grian’s direction. 

A few minutes before, Grian had finished looking at yet another section of the island from overhead and turned around to view the next one. He was so focused on the ground below, he wasn’t paying attention to the airspace around him until suddenly an arrow struck his wing. Fire from the arrow spread to his wings and the rest of his body, making it feel even worse. 

Grian tried to flap his wings and move towards the water. He wasn’t sure what that stuff was, but he hoped it would put him out. The problem was that the arrow had hit his wing in just the right place that even twitching it slightly felt like agony. And since he only had use of one of his wings, the avian started plummeting to the ground. He at the very least managed to twist his body so that way his wings were below him so that the feathers helped soften his fall.

“Don’t worry. I got you Gri.” Grian heard Mumbo say and a moment later he could hear a bucket of water get spilled out, dousing the fire that was covering his body.

“Th-Thanks. Ow that hurt.” Grian thanked Mumbo and stood up to brush himself off. “I didn’t even notice that- mmph!” Grian was cut off as suddenly Mumbo’s lips met his in a kiss. His eyes widened in shock, especially as Mumbo tried to deepen the kiss. At that point Grian pushed him away. “Wh-What?!”

“Sorry. Just been a while. And with that just happened…” Mumbo gave a half smile. Grian sort of knew where he was coming from, but this hardly seemed like something to warrant a kiss like that. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for the water. Won’t be able to fly for a bit though. I got shot right in the wing and even potions are going to have trouble with that.”

“Well I can help you with that later. That arrow came from the castle, so we should be careful about any more from there.”

Grian nodded, but then paused. If anyone was going to be shooting at him, it might be because they didn’t want him getting to Jrum. And if that were the case, then Jrum was in the castle. “Well then we should be going to the castle, right?”

Mumbo smiled. “Of course. Lead the way.” Mumbo gestured towards the castle and Grian rushed off, not hearing the words that were added on at the end. “My dear.”

Mumbo followed along behind Grian, heading towards the castle. He didn’t bother picking up the water that had been placed down. Who would care about that? In fact, he even threw the bucket behind him, not watching where it landed.

The bucket sailed through the air before finally landing with a thunk. Mumbo rubbed his head, glad that the item had been empty. “Who would throw an empty bucket?” He asked no one in particular before finally getting to the top of the hill. Sitting there was a water source,  likely from the bucket. This should have been where Grian landed, but the avian was nowhere in sight. “I didn’t realize he had a bucket of water on him.” He then realized it was red instead. “Wait, this is water from here… Who placed this?”

Mumbo continued to look at the surrounding terrain and noticed the water had made the surrounding mycelium a bit muddy. There seemed to be two sets of footprints, and in one print, a feather had been stepped on. Said feather was a bright red, which could only belong to one person. Mumbo’s eyes followed the prints, watching as they went towards the castle. If Grian was anywhere, he would be there, so he started walking in that direction.

Grian raised an eyebrow as Mumbo held his hand, but he supposed it made sense with what just happened and them going into a dangerous area. They carefully walked through the halls of the castle, checking every room. So far there was no sign of Jrum, but there weren’t even signs of anyone. But then they were turning down one hallway and ran into someone who looked like Tango, except his skin was a lavender color, his hair even darker than Mumbo’s and his eyes glowing purple rather than red.

“It was easier to find you two than I thought.” The not Tango spoke, pulling out an axe of some sort of pink colored metal. He ran towards Grian and Mumbo, ready to attack, but then Mumbo pulled out a piece of TNT. Immediately not Tango stopped in his tracks, and then Mumbo was pulling Grian another direction, placing the TNT down and causing not Tango to scream.

“How’d you know that would work?” Grian asked as they ran.

“Didn’t, just had a slight hunch.” Mumbo replied. “Let’s go up those stairs.” And Grian looked over where Mumbo pointed, the two of them then turning to go that way.

Behind them, the not Tango tried to find another path. He didn’t get far though before running into Mumbo. In an instant the axe was out in front of him, ready to attack. “Gah! Don’t take a step closer or-” Not Tango looked around, surprised to not see Grian. “Where’d the bird go?”

“You saw him? Which way did he go?”

“You two already got separated? That’s so unlike you.” Not Tango answered. Mumbo looked away from the helsmit, who took the opportunity to attack. The redstoner noticed just in time and was able to dodge the attack, running to dive behind the block of TNT nearby. It obviously wasn’t the safest place, but it was still cover. One that happened to repel the not Tango, who freaked out at the block.

When Grian reached the top of the stairs with Mumbo, the redstoner pulled the two of them into a nearby room. It was thankfully empty, and Grian watched as Mumbo locked the door behind them. “Well, they know we’re here now. It would probably be good to deal with your wing, hmm?”

Grian nodded. “Yeah, it would be good to do that so I’m not hindered at all. We’ll probably need all the help we can get with this.”

Mumbo came over to Grian as he was busy climbing onto the table in the room so that Mumbo had a better platform to treat him on. Just as he was settling down, ready to shift his wings back into existence, Mumbo grabbed him from behind, the redstoner’s mouth suddenly on his neck. Grian gasped, not sure how to react, and before he could do anything, Mumbo was off him again, leaving a purplish-red mark on Grian’s neck.

Grian turned to face Mumbo, only to be kissed again. Grian wanted to complain, but Mumbo’s hand found the sweet spot on his back, right between his shoulder blades, and Grian couldn’t help but melt into the redstoner’s arms.

Mumbo panted as he reached the top of the stairs, having been chased by someone that almost looked like Zedaph. He had been cornered and nearly killed, but then the not Tango showed up and the two of them started fighting each other instead. Mumbo used the opening to run, getting up to the next floor. At the top of the steps, he thought about just standing there a bit longer to catch his breath, but then he heard what sounded like Grian behind a nearby door. 

It sounded like he might have been hurt, so the redstoner rushed to the door and tried to open it, only to find it locked. Another noise from inside worried Mumbo, and he immediately had a pickaxe in his hand and broke down the metal door. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t this. In front of him was himself and Grian. The avian was sitting on a table as he kissed him, hands working on pulling the red sweater off. “What in the world?!”

Grian opened his eyes when Mumbo spoke, looking to see what the problem was. They then widened to the point they were practically bulging out of his skull as he saw Mumbo in the doorway as Mumbo was also currently kissing him.

Grian pushed Mumbo, the one kissing him, away so he could say something. “Mumbo?!”

The Mumbo who had been kissing Grian turned around to see the second version of him in the doorway before looking back at Grian. “Wait. You’re not Grifter.”

“Uh, no. I’m Grian? W-Which one of you is Mumbo?”

“I am!” Mumbo spoke up, attempting to go to Grian’s side, but his hels counterpart stopped him.

“And I’m Sense. Are you sure you’re Grian though? Because your body is just the same as I remember Grifter having~. The same soft lips and strong muscles. And I’m sure you have the same-”

Grian felt Sense’s hand start to move down his back as he spoke, so the avian shoved him away. “Nope! We are not doing this! Absolutely not!”

Sense pouted and gave a huff. “Fine, then what are you doing here?”

“We’re here looking for our son.” Mumbo replied. “I’m guessing since you didn’t realize this was Grian, you haven’t seen him.”

“What would that have to do with it?” Sense replied. “Though didn’t realize he was your son too. Anyway, of course I’ve seen him.” When Grian opened his mouth, Sense stopped him by continuing. “Oh, but I won’t be telling you anything just like that. I need something out of it.”

“Oh ew no!” Grian replied, moving behind Mumbo.

“Oh please, I wouldn’t want that. Okay maybe if you were offering… but no, if you can get here from your little Hermitcraft world, you might be able to get to the last season of Helscraft.”

“And why would you want that?” Mumbo asked.

“Grifter got left behind, and none of us can go back there ourselves. I mean, there are a few here who can, but no one who’s willing to actually free Grifter.”

“I’m afraid we can’t either. Xisuma’s the one who brought Grian and I here. And I doubt he would want to send us anywhere else.”

Sense scoffed in irritation. “Fine, then I have one other option, but you’ll need to help me out Grian.”

Grian winced, clinging tighter to Mumbo. “Wh-What do you want?”

“I’m really a fan at how True is running this place. I would have loved to be emperor, but without Grifter, I didn’t have a chance. However, if you’re with me, I can make a bluff for the throne.”

Grian hesitated, weighing his options. Finally, he sighed. “Okay. Fine.”

“Grian, you don’t have to say yes.”

“If it’ll help us find him, I’m going to do it.” Grian stopped hiding behind Mumbo. “I’m in. Just as long as any contact from you stays above the waist!”

Sense frowned at that. “Really? Because-”

“Touch anything below that, and you won’t have hands to try again with.”

“Alright, alright. I won’t!” Sense replied, actually smiling slightly. “In fact and attitude like that should help sell it. Now let’s go find True. I’d stay in here if I were you Mumbo. Wouldn’t want you ruining things and not be able to get that information.”

Mumbo wanted to argue, but Sense was already out of the room dragging Grian behind, leaving the hermit to find a place to sit and wait.

“There you go. Th-Those wings should work fine for you.” A pig hybrid spoke, putting down a clipboard.

NPG helped Jrum down from the examination table he had been sitting on. “Thanks Prof! Let’s go test them out Jrum!”

“O-Oh, by the way, you two should be careful out there.” Prof stopped the brothers before they could leave. “I g-got a message from True. A-Apparently she saw Grifter. I would th-think she mistook you for him again… e-except you’ve obviously here.”

“Oh! Then I suppose we will need to be very careful as we attempt to fly.” NPG replied, starting to leave again, but this time Jrum stopped him.

“Um, NPG? How long have I been here exactly?”

“Hmmm… Maybe half a day? Not too long.”

“But I was out for a while trying to get to that place in the nether… So I’ve been gone longer than that. Maybe that’s not the Grifter person, but maybe that’s my dad looking for me?”

“Oh! That’s probably it! Even more of a reason to try flying! So we can go over to the castle and see if that’s him!”

“Well i-if you’re going to do that, stay safe.” Prof smiled and waved goodbye to the two robots before going back to his other work. “Hmm… l-looks like Xannes is trying some new scheme. G-Guess I’ll have to go over there now to stop him.”

Xisuma woke up with a literal jolt as something shocked his arm. He tried to move to see what it was, only to find himself unable to move anything, being tied down to a chair. “Mind telling me why you brought Grifter here?” A deep voice spoke, one X was very familiar with.

“Evil X? Where am I?” Xisuma tried to turn his head around even a little to see where his brother was.

“You happen to be in my base. I coded in something so that you would be brought here if you ever came to Helscraft. I never expected it would actually be used. But right now I’m very grateful for it.” Now Evil X walked into Xisuma’s line of sight. He was surprised to see that his brother wasn’t wearing a helmet, then noticing that he himself wasn’t wearing one either. “Where’s my helmet?”

“Oh you don’t need that. I know it helps you access all your fun little admin powers like mine gives me my hacks. The air here is breathable so you don’t need to worry about that and we can have a nice little chat. Now. Why did you bring Grifter here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Evil X smacked Xisuma with a shovel. “Wrong answer, try again.”

“No, I’m serious. I don’t know what you mean. I came here with two of my Hermits, that’s all!”

“You? Bringing hermits with you? Why?”

“Someone from here kidnapped one of their sons.”

Evil X cursed. “You brought Grian and Mumbo. That’s not going to end well. NPG’s got the kid so I have a clue of where he might be. The question is how fast we can find them.”

“Who’s NPG? And you still haven’t explained about ‘Grifter’.”

“NPG is the closest thing we have to Grian here. Technically, that title would go to Grifter, but none of us can deal with him. We locked him up and left him behind in our old world. Look me in the eyes brother.” Evil X stared at Xisuma, waiting until the hermit was looking back. “I want to destroy your server. I want it to burn to the ground. I wouldn’t mind if all your hermits died and couldn’t… well okay, maybe just had trouble respawning. We grief and steal and have actual wars here. But I would never, not in a million years, ever want you to deal with Grifter. That’s how bad he is. And right now, it seems like the others here think Grian is.”

Xisuma immediately tried to stand up, only finding himself struggling in his bindings. “Then we need to stop that.”

“No, we don’t need to do anything. This is my server, I’m dealing with it.” Evil X started to walk away, but Xisuma heard him stop walking for a moment. “Plus, I wouldn’t mind having you own me in the long run.”

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The Ulzzang Project - Part 3 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre: a little fluff and angst, crack

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: well, not too angsty I guess but I didn’t re-read.. oh and alcohol consuming

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A/N: Hello hello! Sorry for the rather long wait! I thought it could spice it up if someone else is thrown into the pot hehehe (: as always, I’d be happy to know your thoughts about it. Please remember that English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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You tapped the pencil against your chin. Working on a presentation wasn’t your thing and especially the beginning was the most stressful part, always. A brainstorming sketch was on a sheet of paper in front of you and between the person you were with. It was nice to work on it at a public place and you loved to have cafe sounds in the background. That’s why you suggested this cafe in the first place. You’ve already finished on a couple of presentations here and the vibe this cafe was giving you helped a lot. But you weren’t sure if it was the right decision today - for this presentation. You couldn’t hear the familiar sounds of people talking and relaxing with the coffee machine preparing the next order. All you could hear was whispering. Loud whispering. And you could feel the stares shooting holes in your body from every angle possible.

“We should write down some notes for the first part. Hasn’t be too much. Like in 20 minutes we compare our notes and decide what’s best?” You tried to ignore the glares you got, looking at the boy in front of you.

Yoon Jeonghan.

Actually you liked your professor but his idea to team you up with Jeonghan for this statistics project was stupid. All your prayers that he would change his mind or that Jeonghan would complain so much that you would get a different partner were useless. After he saw who you were, he even insisted doing it with you and you didn’t understand why.

So you just settled with the thought of doing it. Not that you had another option anyways.

But all those girls who were watching you two made you uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

Your project partner leaned back. “I’m fine if you start. I’m sure your pretty head is very useful for this.”

Somehow it didn’t surprise you. His attitude was exactly like you had assumed after everything you head… and also after seeing his Instagram. Was this boy really of no use? Tall and handsome but an asshole? Although you weren’t surprised, you still had some hope that not all good looking people were bad. Best example, your best friend Wonwoo.

The thought of Wonwoo caused you to sigh. Yesterday at this time, you were sitting outside on a bench with your friends. You could even see the place from where you were stuck with Jeonghan if you looked outside the window. After you discovered the new post with Wonwoo’s text, your break was over and everyone left for their next subject. Up until now you weren’t sure what he meant with it. It had to be a joke. Just something to gain more followers and likes. Something fitting for your fake couple page. But why did it make your heart skip a beat when you first saw it? You didn’t know what to say to your best friend or how to address the topic so you thought you would let him take the first step, which hadn’t happened. It made you angry for no reason.

You sighed again. This time louder.

“Are you mad at me?”

Jeonghan’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “What?”

“You didn’t react when I was talking to you so I got worried.”

Quickly lowering your gaze, you flipped around an empty page, readjusting the pencil in your hand. “Oh no no, don’t worry. Everything’s okay. I already have some ideas for our project. Just give me a moment.”

The person in front of you smiled widely at your reply, which you missed out on because you were already scribbling down while your brain was working and distracting itself from your male best friend.

“Oh great! I can leave then, yes? Thank you y/n. We can discuss our project later. Maybe tomorrow, same time same place?” He got up from his chair and was about to turn around with a ‘bye’ when you stood up as well, calling his name.

“Yoon Jeonghan, let me remind you. This is a group project. A group project is supposed to be done as a group. In a group. You may decide who will focus on which part but what you just said sounded as if you expect me to do everything alone. Please tell me I’m wrong.”

He turned around to face you again, the smile still on his lips. “I knew your pretty head was useful. You got it absolutely right. I’m looking forward to the outcome. See you tomorrow then, y/n!”

He really was an asshole.

“Stop you little shit!”

Suddenly it was quiet around you but you didn’t care. You were angry.

“The fact that I was writing and actually trying to be productive wasn’t a hint for you to stand up and go away. I want to do this because I have to. No matter if you’re my partner or someone else. Knowing you better shows me that I would probably be happier with someone else that’s not as ignorant and dumb as you. I really hoped you would prove me wrong but it’s just the looks that you have. Everything else is bad. Anyways, if you leave now, I will talk to our prof and tell him about it. I won’t do it with you if you let me work alone. I will give you one more chance or I’m the one that’s off. So?”

Jeonghan looked at you with wide eyes. 

You were the first girl. The first that wasn’t following him. That wasn’t only agreeing to everything he said. The first girl that wasn’t head over heels for him.

You were different.

“So?” You repeated, slightly impatient. There were quite some places you would rather be right now than here with Yoon Jeonghan and is admires who were glaring at you for not treating him as the hottest and most wanted man on campus. Who came up with this nonsense anyways!?

“What.. do you… want me to do?” He finally asked you and the way he was standing in front of you seemed as if he was confused, scared even.

“The presentation. It has to be done. And for that, you and I will sit here and work on it.”

He slowly flops down on his chair again and for once you thought he looked cute but you quickly shook the thought off before sitting down again as well, taking your pencil again.

As you wanted to continue writing, you heard him clear his throat, causing you to look up from your paper. “What is it?”

“… can you give me a pen and paper?” 

It took you a second until you gave him the things he asked you for. Maybe he had nothing to write. Whatever the reason, you felt great that you made the ‘holy’ Jeonghan work on the project. Maybe he wasn’t an asshole after all.

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You sat on the floor, back resting against you bed as you took a sip of the new smoothie your mother made. There were too many ingredients, you could only remember it had apple, chia, spinach and banana in it. 

Without noticing, your sleepy mind trailed from how you were working on your presentation with Jeonghan to the boy from your shared Instagram account. There was still no message on your phone from him. Did he just write it underneath the post without a meaning? Were you the only one who was trying to read between the lines to understand what he might wanted to say?

Absentmindedly you grabbed your phone to catch up with the things you missed while being with Jeonghan the whole day after your classes. After seeing again that there was no new message from Wonwoo in you chat app - only one from Chan, asking you if you had seen the new choreography video of a dance team you two liked - you changed the app and scrolled through your Instagram feed. Nothing interesting nor new. On Wonwoo’s personal page was no update. On your shared one was no update. Bored, you clicked the like button on a photo of Dokyeom and his selfmade pizza which looked amazing and a photo of Hoshi’s tiger plushie with the text ‘horanghae’. 

Sighing, the thought of your friend still bothered you. It unusual for him to be this quiet all day. Maybe you should take the first step and just start a conversation? Casually? There was still a high possibility that he wrote the sentence without a meaning so why not say hi?

[Y/n] Hey, what’s up?

Was that casual enough?

2 Minutes passed. No response.

5 Minutes passed. Still no response.

“Why is he like this?!” You whined, letting yourself fall to the side so you were lying on the floor when your mother came into your room after knocking twice. 

“Are you alright dear? Are you exhausted from uni? Or is my smoothie bad?? You can tell me honestly, I won’t get mad, I promise.”

You pouted and mouthed ‘uni’ and she nodded understandingly. “Rest then. You know, if you need anything, tell me. I can cook your favorite dish or prepare dessert. I can read you a book or cuddle you to sleep-“

“Mom!”

She laughed and waved apologetic. “Understand. My little girl isn’t so little anymore. Just call whenever you need me. I’ll be in the living room watching my drama.”

You thanked her and watched her leave your room.

Automatically you looked at your phone again, opening Instagram. While you were working on your presentation with Jeonghan, you two exchanged numbers and followed each other on the app. You had an actually nice conversation and got to know him a little better. He wasn’t so snobbish as you though he would be.

Your eyes were glued on Jeonghan’s update from 2 hours ago. It was a photo of you how you were concentrated on writing down your part from your project, two milkshakes in front of you. His had less while your own drink was almost full and untouched because you had a rush of ideas and decided to write them down before it disappeared. You didn’t know he took a photo. That’s when you saw the text he added to the photo.

Interesting. She might become a candidate (:

A candidate for what?? Cocking your head to the side, you wanted to know what he meant with it when your phone chimed, telling you about a new message. When you saw that it was from Wonwoo, your fingers tapped faster to read it.

[Wonwoo] Bored to death. You?

[Y/n] Same. Park in 30? Crave ice cream…

Maybe you replied too fast but you didn’t care. You were just happy he was talking to you even though you weren’t sure why you were worried he wouldn’t. There was no issue between the two of you or was it?

[Wonwoo] Deal. See ya

Although you were relieved he replied and even agreed to seeing you but something in you was still worried for some reason. But you couldn’t deny the little excitement in the back of your mind.

After finishing your smoothie and making your mother happy with it, you complimented her before leaving the apartment to meet up with Wonwoo. Even though it was dark outside, the fact that you were going to meet your childhood friend made your mother worry less. She knew that he was a good person and if something scary would occur, he would defend or help you first. 

With the familiar cheers and wishes that ‘your mother would be overly happy if you two would finally get together as a couple’, you left your home and made your way to the little park. You wondered if Wonwoo was already there. 

While you were walking, your thoughts traveled to everything that happened over the last few days. 

Last weekend, when you decided to start your shared Instagram and act as an ulzzang couple just to see how many likes and followers you could get within a month. The seemingly normal texts under his posts that made your heart skip a beat. The way he babied you more than once which he had never done before. The overall vide he gave was different. You could still recognize your bestie but there was something that had changed but you weren’t able to tell why that was or what it caused. 

Then to uni. Your presentation with the infamous Yoon Jeonghan who you disliked from the second you were introduced to him through your friends and their knowledge about him. He was too handsome that he just had to be arrogant and ignorant. It turned out that he is from the outside but strangely after you scolded him in front of everyone else in the cafe, he was very nice and cooperative all of a sudden. He even told you that he would work on the middle part and you could go through it tomorrow. You still didn’t fully believe him so you might prepare something in case it was all a lie. But you could do that tomorrow. Today your priority was Wonwoo.

When you arrived at the park, he wasn’t there. Maybe you were too happy and walked too fast?

Looking around and making sure that he really wasn’t around, you slowly made your way to the swing and sat down, slightly moving back and forth with your feet on the ground and hands around the chains on each side. You looked down when out of nowhere fear crept up your spine. 

Oh your friends: the ‘what if’s’.

What if he was disappointed in you for whatever reason? Maybe for not texting him sooner? What if he was mad at you for not using your shared account? At least not as often as he did? What if he wasn’t happy about Jeonghan teaming up with you for the presentation? But then again, it wasn’t your decision. He couldn’t blame you.

You shook your head. Those questions should go away. 

You knew why they have appeared.

Because you missed your best friend.

And combined with the fact that you felt his attitude was different over the last week just added to your pile of anxiety. 

A soft tap on your shoulder caused you to snap out of your thoughts. Wonwoo was standing beside you with melon ice cream in his hands, offering you one.

“Heard you wanted ice cream?”

Immediately, you smiled at him, a warmth rushing through your body as you finally saw your friend again and him paying attention to you intensified the relieve.

“Thank you.”

You took one and started eating it while Wonwoo sat down on the other swing, both of you enjoying your ice cream in silence. The noises of your surroundings were kind of far away from you, looking for words to start a conversation.

Once you finished, you looked at the boy beside you, just to notice that he was looking at you too.

“I missed you,” you said in unison and the moment your brains progressed it, you two looked away sheepishly.

It was stupid, you had to admit. It only had been a little over 1 day that you haven’t seen your friend but because of the overall situation, you were were like this.

Again, you were looking for words to form a sentence and to distract yourself from the red cheeks. “W-what were you doing when I sent the message?”

His head turned back to you when he started to talk, “I was playing an online game but it wasn’t my day today. They always killed me with ease. Wherever I was hiding, whatever I thought was a good tactic, they found me and ended my sad life. Your message helped. What about you?”

“Did nothing. Well, complimenting my mother on her new smoothie?”

Suddenly Wonwoo was chuckling. “Sometimes I envy you for not living alone as I do.”

“You’re not alone. I’m literally always at your place.”

Your reply made Wonwoo sigh and you tried to figure out why he was feeling down all of a sudden, waiting for him to answer your silent question but he asked you something else, changing the topic.

“How is your presentation going?”

It took you by surprise but you decided to give him an honest answer, just being happy to have a topic to talk about.

“At first I hated Jeonghan but he’s okay. Really. After I got angry at him, he actually worked on it with me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he even volunteered to prepare the middle part. You know, the most important part of the whole thing. He also listened to me and-“

“You got angry at him?”

“U-uh… yeah. That dude wanted to leave me alone and don’t help with it. Can you imagine? He really thought he could get away with it. But not with me, ha!”

He chuckled again, seemingly approving your previous outburst of anger with the other.

While you were watching Wonwoo from the side and admiring his crunched laughter, you remembered his Instagram post and started chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Wonwoo didn’t notice your nervousness as he was shaking his head at the thought of you making a scene in front of his fanclub. He wished he would have seen it happening. Something told him that it wouldn’t be the only occasion for you to lose your temper with him and that he may see it the next time if he sticked to you more often.

“Wanna skip tomorrow’s morning lectures with me?”

The question left your lips faster than you could think and surprised you as well as him when you met Wonwoo’s expression, but his was quickly followed by a smirk.

“Do I smell a mario kart session with greasy food?”

“Yep.”

Hearing his amused snort made you happy for some reason and when he got up and held his hand out for you to grab and follow him, you did as he wordlessly asked and went to his place, hand in hand. Like you often did.

It seemed as if your anxiety was for nothing. He was the same when you arrived at his place, got out of your shoes and offered you a can of beer. He was the same when he asked you what you wanted to eat. He was even the same when he took the last bite of your dish without asking beforehand. And he was the same when he started a fight when he lost against you at mario kart 4 matches in a row. You felt as if it had been a decade since you laughed as much.

You made a mental note not to think too much again when it comes to your best friend.

After a while you two changed to more comfortable clothes as you opened your third can of beer, Wonwoo was on his fourth. That was exactly what you needed. Although it wasn’t the best decision but numbing your previous doubts and fears and enjoying the company of your bestie was the best right now.

“I love spending time with you y/n.”

Thanks to the alcohol in your system, you weren’t too shy to react to his words and felt kind of adventurous. “Thanks for the kind words but to be honest I expected to hear that you want to take your sexy photos now that I’m drunk.”

“Ha ha ah… you’re not completely wrong though.” Wonwoo readjusted his glasses and took a sip of his beer when you said, “Okay. let’s do this.” Your friend nearly choked on the alcohol but asked again what you just said, just in case he heard wrong.

“I said, let’s take those photos for our Instagram.”

[drxwsyni]

Denied︱Yandere Shindo Yo x f!Reader

Prompt: “I can’t wait any longer.”

Trope: Jealous!Character x Friend!Character

a/n: This is my submission for the weekly nsfw prompt from the @bnhabookclub! I’m feeling really self-conscious about posting this so I hope it turned out okay. I don’t have any content for this character so I figured this might be a good start. Please read the warnings and only continue if you’re comfortable with them. This is set in a college/university au, quirks still exist and everyone is 18+.

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Warnings: dubcon/noncon, swearing, some degradation at the end, yandere behaviour

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He was just another guy in your department at first.

Lingering in the study hall, making small talk with other students before lectures. You saw him a lot, but nothing ever moved past brief glances.

Your friends were the ones who introduced you to him. Whether you should be grateful or not was beyond you at this point.

It was late, you had a night class and were packing your laptop into your backpack at the end of a lecture. A Friday night usually didn’t mean much for you. Just as you were at the moment, your plans would usually lean towards the monotonous side. The comfort of your dorm room played a large part in those plans―but not tonight.

Those who chose to grace you with their presence time and time again, while you wouldn’t always consider them your friends, were set on dragging you out with them for drinks. You didn’t necessarily mind it, but the pushiness wasn’t completely appreciated. Especially when it came in the form of a couple not so restrained individuals.

Every friend group has their flirts, yours being no exception. Only now there was a new addition.

Shindo Yo.

He made his presence very clear. Transferring into your class right before the deadline for availability, he quickly wormed his way into your life. It was a matter of keeping himself in all the right places where he knew you would be.

Like with the peers you chose to hang around with, of course.

It was sickeningly quick, the way Yo grew comfortable in your presence. The whole night was spent trying to weasel your way from his side. It was a task that proved to be much harder than it should’ve.

You’d shove off the arm draped over your shoulders, or move away from his frame leaning against yours at a bar table. He just met you, yet he was already so goddamn clingy. As far as you were concerned, it only proved what kind of person he was. Someone who got too comfortable too quickly―absolutely no awareness for someone's boundaries.

As much as you hoped he’d leave you alone after that painfully tiring night out, he didn’t. Yo sat down in the seat beside you the next class you two had together.

A cheeky, “This seat taken?” Of course it wasn’t―you always got to class early so there was never anyone occupying the surrounding area for a while. Which meant he had time to chat your ear off until the prof showed up.

“Don’t think I got your number last Friday.” You knew he was looking at you with that shit eating grin. There was no way you’d give him the time of day to look though.

“You didn’t.” You pretended to read a page in your textbook in an attempt to silently convey how much you’d rather not to speak to him.

“That’s right, I didn’t.” He paused, presumably waiting for something else from you. And when you didn’t speak, he did. “I think it only makes sense I did get it though.”

You spared him a side glance, noting his jovial attitude, “And why is that?” Sounding a little snarky wasn’t your intention, but the excessive amount of affection he’d shown deemed it permissible.

He gave a half-hearted chuckle, “We’re in the same class, we hang with the same people. And now,” he put his laptop and water bottle on the table in front of the two of you, “we sit together. Don’t you think it’s only natural that we exchanged numbers?”

He acted so casual, his tone so friendly that it was hard to deny him. And in an act of reflex, you didn’t. “I guess not...but we could just―”

“Here. Make a new contact for yourself.” Yo extended his unlocked phone towards you, and with a reluctant hand you took it. The contacts app was already open, so you started to type in your information.

“Not gonna give me your phone too?” You looked up at the man who was waiting expectedly, eyeing the device that was resting on your textbook before looking back at you.

“Oh, uh...yeah, sorry.” Mildly embarrassed, you handed him your phone as you spoke, not before unlocking it and opening the same app. His fingers brushed yours as he took it from you, and for a moment you wondered if the contact was just as intentional as all the other times he insisted on touching you last Friday.

The two of you sat in silence as you finished filling out the contact form.

He returned your device, you doing the same. You mentally rolled your eyes upon seeing the heart emoticons Yo placed next to his name.

“Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t we start hanging out more? From what I’ve seen you don’t exactly make a point in talking to anyone. You could use the company.”

Was that supposed to sound friendly?

“Ah, I don’t know. I’m pretty busy with school and―”

“Oh, c’mon. I’m sure you can find some free time. If it’s parties you’re not big on we can just study together.”

You looked at him, slightly offended at the interruption but also confused at the offer of studying. He seemed like the kind of guy to just wing it through all his classes. Going out for more drinks certainly wasn’t on your to do list and it was something you presumed he was more inclined to suggest. But studying―that was something you could do. “I guess...if you’re okay with that. I’ve got some free time after this class, it’s alright if you’re too busy though.”

“No, I’m good too. Why don’t you send me your schedule so I know when you’re free.”

It was a harmless suggestion. Convenient even―he wouldn’t have to pester you over when it was a good time to study. But something about that smile of his didn’t sit right. It was more like a grin―suggestive in a way.

It made you uneasy.

You took out your phone, “I’ve got a lot of classes so I’m not sure we’ll be able to see each other very often.” Opening his contact, you attached the image of your schedule to the text and sent it. A second later and his phone buzzed atop the table.

“Perfect. Would you look at that, our schedules are actually pretty similar.” Yo was scanning the timetable, meanwhile you weren’t feeling so pleased hearing that you might have to be around him more than you could handle.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but just as he opened his mouth to speak the professor walked into the room. You hadn’t even realized it, but amidst your conversation with Yo the majority of the students had filed in.

It looked like the instructor was still getting ready for the lecture, booting up the terminal at the front of the room to display a powerpoint.

“You mind if I borrow a pencil? Forgot some stuff in my dorm.” He was back to looking at you with that smile of his. Maybe it really was just a friendly gesture, nothing more.

You were probably overthinking things.

“Yeah, gimme a sec―” Rooting through your pencil case, you managed to locate a spare utensil for the man. Offering it to him with a quiet “Here,” Yo took it from your hand.

“Thanks cutie.”

The professor started up the powerpoint. All attention shifted to the front of the room, meanwhile yours remained on the nonchalant behaviour of the man sitting next to you.

_____

The lecture was over before you knew it. Note taking and trying not to fall asleep were the main battles to be had, aside from trying to distract yourself from Yo.

Was he closer than he was before the professor started speaking?

“Hey, earth to (y/n).”

You looked up at his soft brown eyes, “What? Oh, sorry―zoned out a little.” Awkwardly, you stuffed your notes and laptop into your bag.

Yo laughed a little at your state, “Yeah, I can tell.” He began doing the same before continuing, “So, where did you wanna study. I know of a nice little place in the library on this side of campus. Or maybe if you’re hungry we can go to that new cafe that opened up down the street…”

Right, you promised him you’d study.

Somehow in your muddled thoughts the declaration got lost on you, but naturally such a thing would never happen to Yo. He was much too persistent for that.

The library was secluded. Not a good idea.

“The cafe should be fine. Is there anything in particular you want to go over?” All your belongings were effectively shoved into your bag. You stood up, retrieving the light jacket that was hanging off the back of your chair.

Yo began doing the same, picking up a discarded sweater. “Hmm, I think I just wanna go over the basics. But I’d be more than happy to help you out with anything.” He was pulling on the article of clothing, pushing the chair in with his leg. “I’ve actually got pretty good grades in this class. Think you need a tutor?”

His tone was almost teasing, but you paid no mind. “I think I’m good. Why don’t we just focus on the material from today’s lecture. Not quite sure I retained most of it to be honest.”

“Cool, you can borrow my notes if you missed anything.”

He was already walking in the direction of the door before you could respond, his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. Studying with someone was better than being alone. It’s just...Yo was very eager. You’d known him for less than a week, and he was already acting like you were lifetime friends. Actually, it felt like it was a little more than that.

But you’d keep it as friends. Besides, you weren’t about to abandon the people you had long-term committed relationships with for fresh meat.

Following him out of the room, you tried to maintain a safe distance between the two of you. Both physically and in conversation―it was safer that way.

_____

It would appear that Yo really was as intelligent as he claimed. You missed more than you thought from the lecture, and the man didn’t hesitate for a second when it came to diligently explaining the content.

Surprisingly, the time you spent with him was enjoyable. Perhaps you judged him too soon. There were no complaints on his end as you went over the material. A back and forth that should be painstakingly tedious was nothing but the sort.

You just studied. Disregarding a few flirtatious comments here and there, he was mostly respectable. And when the time came to go your separate ways, you did so with a hint of reluctance. However, that too was quickly disregardable.

The relaxing atmosphere of your dorm was much preferable.

It wasn’t the last time Yo asked to study with you. Surely enough, when the opportunity presented itself, he had one thing in mind. Always a one sided initiation, he would send you a quick text, asking if you were free.

You were always free, and when it came to something as harmless as studying there wasn’t anything to hold you back from holing up in a cafe with Yo after class.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

Too much distance, you presumed. It wasn’t something you minded―you preferred it that way. But Yo was a man committed to closeness. And he wanted to be close to you.

He came to your dorm room unannounced, passing it off as checking up on you. And if you weren’t doing anything you would be soon, him always insisting that an impromptu study session was in need.

You had no clue how he found your dorm room.

Yo was nice to you. Patient, understanding―a little touchy, but still. He was nice. It made it easy to overlook his less than ideal traits.

The traits that had him slowly integrating himself into your everyday life. Or at least trying to.

He suggested doing something that didn’t involve hovering over textbooks and drowning in the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Going out for dinner, seeing that new movie that just came out, going to a live music performance at the bar.

You denied him at each turn. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Yo. It was just that you had your suspicions about him. The relationship you two held was still newly formed. Maybe a month had gone by at the most, and during that time you were trying to get a better idea of the kind of person he was.

The person he didn’t let everyone see.

There was no way he was so effortlessly kind and helpful. He was a good friend, someone to study with. But there was concern to be held when it came to the prospect of who he really was. If there was a different personality underneath the layers of sweet sentiments and innocence, you needed to be aware of them.

He was a man to be kept at a distance at the moment, for your own sake.

Your other friends didn’t warrant the same treatment. You’d known them since graduating high school for the most part. Maybe a few of them were newer acquaintances, but they still had at least a year under their belt.

Another month went by, and you were still on the same level of friendship. Study buddies, with the occasional bout of small talk here and there.

But he was pushing you. The disconnect was getting to him. The visits to your dorm didn’t stop, and he started suggesting other, less public spots to go over the course content.

He brought up going to the library once again.

“They’ve got these private rooms we can rent so it’s easier to study. Doesn’t that sound better?”

You trusted Yo, but only to an extent. Not the way you trusted your other friends. And he saw that.

Two more months and not much had changed. Exams were rolling around and you needed to focus more than ever. But a little fun couldn’t hurt.

A few times here and there you were once again dragged out to social events. Parties, bar hopping―shameless behaviour.

Except it wasn’t―not to Yo.

He tagged along, like he would with any other excursion you went on. Like the first night you went out with him he was as clingy as ever. And just like before you kept pushing him off. Maybe not as much, but enough for there to be a difference. A difference between the way you treated him and the way you let all your other friends get close to you. That’s what was shameless―his complete disregard for your boundaries.

After one night of repeated resistance he got worse. The insisting attitude was amplified. He sat closer to you, and you did your best to subtly inch away. Sometimes you let him have his fun, but mostly you wanted to maintain that space that kept you safe. If he did turn out to be someone that wasn’t the man you’d been studying with for almost four months, you needed to have a way out. Being in public with him did the trick.

The two of you were burning the midnight oil―luckily the cafe on campus was open until the current ungodly hours of the night. Yo was as helpful as ever, going over the seemingly endless notes and lecture powerpoints as many times as you needed. You tried to help him, but he was too smart for his own good, or at least that’s how he acted.

And yet, his normal beaming personality―always a little too kind to feel genuine―just seemed a little...off.

You couldn't quite place where the feeling came from.

“Ahh, well I don’t know about you but I’m ready to pack it in,” he sighed with a stretch. The two of you were huddled around a small table, nearly completely covered in papers, textbooks, wayward sticky notes―you name it.

It was late, neither of you were really tired, but the idea of going over the same thing you’d been reading for the past three hours wasn’t appealing.

You agreed, “Yeah, I’m good with that. Thanks for helping me tonight, probably would’ve procrastinated otherwise.” It was the truth, you were a glutton for punishment, and avoiding the necessary was something you were prone to do.

“No problem, cutie. You know I don’t mind. I get a lot out of it too after all.”

You shook your head, lightly laughing at his claim. “Like you need it, your marks are practically perfect.”

Both of you were lazily moving your things into your respective bags while he responded. “It’s not just the studying, I get to spend time with you.”

You glanced up at him with an inquisitive look before disregarding the notion. “Yeah, okay. Well lemme know if you wanna cram a bit more before the exam. You know by now I’ve got nothing better to do.” Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you grabbed the empty mug and placed it with the other dirty cups at the counter.

Yo did the same, “Actually, would you mind stopping by my dorm really quick. For once there’s actually something I don’t get about the lessons. Maybe you could help?”

He was giving you the innocent smile, waiting for a response. “You mean like...right now?”

He nodded, “Yeah, it’ll only take a sec. Left the notes there by accident.”

It seemed harmless enough, and if it would be brief then surely you could spare the time to assist him.

You followed Yo out of the cafe, letting him lead you to the residence building he was staying in on campus. It wasn’t a long walk, and you were thankful given that you wanted to spend as little time as possible completing this final task of the night.

The journey up the elevator and to his room was done in silence, you taking in the familiar surroundings as your own dorm building was made to look almost identical. Eventually you arrived at his door, him unlocking it and letting you enter first.

He had one of the single room dorms, fit with a separate washroom and kitchen area.

“It’s just in my bedroom.” He moved past another door, and you remained trailing his path. “I’ve got it here somewhere...Here it is!”

He held out some papers being kept together by a staple in the corner. You took it, venturing further into the room as you scanned the documents.

“Ah, Yo...isn’t this stuff we’ve already gone over?”

You heard the door to his bedroom shut behind you, prompting you to turn in his direction. Yo still had his hand on the doorknob, a pensive look mixed with almost a brief moment of conflict. But that quickly faded.

“Y’know, I’ve been trying to figure out how I was gonna go about this for a while. I just...I can’t wait any longer. And honestly, I’m surprised you even came up here.” He laughed off the notion, eyes coming to rest on your form.

You put the papers down on the windowsill. “What are you talking about?”

He was looking at you with almost apathetic eyes, contrasting the slight smile that was just a little too off. “What, you think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been treating me?”

“I’m not sure I’m following, Yo...”

“You keep pushing me away. Time and time again…” He took a step forward, “You don’t do that with anyone else. Why is that?”

He was blocking the only exit to the room. You eyed the door, a pang of anxiety washing over you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...Can we just go over the work―”

“Shut up. You know what I’m talking about.” He spoke slowly, drawing closer to you as he continued, “Your little friends don’t get the same treatment. You don’t mind getting close with them, do you?”

He was backing you further into the room, each stride he took forward being responded with a step behind from you. “What makes them so special, huh?”

Another step.

“They have something I don’t?”

Another step.

“I bet they’ve got you wrapped around their finger.”

Another step. His methodical and drawn out rant didn’t cease.

“And they’re probably fucking telling you to stay away from me, aren’t they?”

You hit the desk behind you, leaning back to put a desperate few more centimeters between the two of you. It left you at a loss for words, seeing this completely new side of him. Something threatening.

Yo was barely even a foot away, voice dangerously low. “Oh, sweetheart.” In an unexpected movement, he cupped your face with both hands, staring directly into your pleading eyes. “You don’t have to listen to them anymore.”

A little too gently in contrast to his demanding attitude, Yo pressed his lips against yours. You grabbed his forearms, attempting to pry him off. He only responded by deepening the kiss, pressing you further into the desk behind you. Unable to comprehend his actions, you stood there frozen.

He didn’t stop, one of his hands weaving its way into your hair, a leg pushing itself in between yours. Seemingly unsatisfied with your lack of reciprocation, he gave your locks a harsh tug. The brief pain made you gasp, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue past your parted lips. If you knew any better you might’ve just bit down on the offending intrusion, but something told you it would only bring bad news.

Yo held you against him until you were frantically pushing against his chest. The lack of oxygen must’ve been mutual, as soon he pulled away.

But he wasn’t quite done yet.

Moving past your lips, Yo began leaving a trail of light kisses―along your jawline, descending to the soft, supple flesh of your neck. The hand that once remained cupping your face had moved, opting to wrap around your waist to prevent you from squirming out of his grasp.

“Y-Yo, I don’t think―”

He bit down harshly on the junction between your neck and your collarbone, stopping your train of thought and earning a small yelp. A little gentler, he sucked on the spot before detaching from it, moving to place new marks on a few other areas.

The whole time you were at odds with yourself.

This was wrong. He was just a friend. It’s all you wanted him to be.

And yet, the nagging voice in the back of your head grew more and more distant with each passing second.

Yo paused his ministrations, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this. You’re such a fucking tease, you know.”

In a swift movement he gripped your hips and lifted you into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around him for support.

“What are you doing? I think we should just―”

“Just what? It’s your fault I’m like this.” He was moving towards his bed, and upon reaching it laid you down at the foot of it. Not wasting a moment, he climbed over your form, nestling himself in between your legs. He leaned down to capture your lips with his once again. One hand next to your head was used to steady himself while the other moved to undo the buttons of your blouse.

Finally catching on to his actions, your own hands flew to the one fumbling with your top. You managed to break the kiss, a little breathless as you spoke, “Stop it Yo, please.”

He took both of your hands, using only one of his to pin them above you. Without the obstacle he resumed his attack on the other side of your neck, ignoring your pleading, now preferring to simply rip at the shirt. You heard a few buttons hit the ground as they flew from the fabric.

Sitting up slightly, Yo fixed his gaze on your now exposed chest. “So...fucking beautiful.” It came out in a breathy sigh, like the sight eased every tension in his body all at once.

He was getting impatient. His head dipped back down to your exposed chest, alternating between gently nipping at the skin and latching onto one spot for a few moments before moving on. His now free hand trailed down the side of your waist, inching lower and lower down your body.

It was a pitiful attempt―trying to pull your hands out of his grasp. Yo was much stronger than you once perceived, another thing to prove just how much you didn’t know about him. Your quiet pleas fell upon deaf ears, him paying no mind to your protests in favour of reaching some self satisfying goal.

The wandering hand slipped beneath the hem of your skirt, and you could feel his fingers brush against the seat of your panties. He momentarily pressed his fingers into the plush and covered skin. That didn’t seem to be enough for him though, as in a swift motion he pushed the fabric aside, a digit slipping between your folds. He massaged teasingly small circles repeatedly, making you unconsciously buck your hips in hopes of gaining more friction. After a few moments his fingers delved lower, gathering some of your slick in between them.

Yo smiled dangerously against your skin at the realization, “You’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you?” His hot breath fanned against you as he chuckled. “Good, it’ll be easier for the both of us if you stopped acting like you didn’t want me.”

You whimpered at his crude words, turning your head to the side in shame. He was right, the heat you felt pooling from his actions wasn’t intended, at least not from you, but it was there nonetheless.

“C’mon, don’t get all shy now.” Without warning he pushed a single finger into your burning core, earning a shocked gasp from you. His thumb remained circling your clit as he pumped agonizingly slowly in and out of you. He added another digit soon after, the slight stretch making your face scrunch up in a small wince.

Assuming he’d gotten bored with leaving marks all over your chest, Yo moved up again to press his lips back into yours.

His fingers curled expertly inside you, reaching that soft, spongy area that sent your mind reeling. You were slowly falling apart around him. And in a moment when you were trying to come back to your senses, Yo activated his quirk, sending ripples of low vibrations through your core.

You jolted from the unexpected sensation before you felt your body reacting sickeningly quick to its effects. He didn’t cease his attack for a second, muffling the moans you tried desperately to hold back while greedily working his mouth against yours. Leaving no area unexplored, you could only let him consume you further as your body succumbed to his ministrations.

Yo’s actions grew more intense, his fingers moving faster in an almost brutal pace while he let his quirk grow in intensity every time he hit that sensitive spot, targeting it with each thrust. You felt the coil in your lower abdomen start to tighten as he slowly worked you towards release.

He broke the kiss, leaving you panting in his wake. “Fuck, I can feel you getting close.” Yo accentuated his claim with a few harsh pumps, somehow going deeper than before. You arched your back at the sensation, earning a pleased look to creep across his face.

“P-please, Yo. I w-wanna―”

“What? You wanna cum, is that it?” He lowered his head back to your neck, pressing light kisses into it before ghosting his lips against the shell of your ear. “I don’t know if I should let you. Been such a bitch to me these past few months, you think you deserve it?”

As if to prove his point, Yo halted his movements, retracting the effects of his quirk. You squirmed beneath him, whimpering at the loss of stimulation.

“I should make you beg for it. How does that sound?” Tantalizingly slowly, he began lazily pushing his fingers back into your heat, dragging them against your sensitive walls while removing them just as steadily. He repeated the action, smirking down at the sight of you writhing against his touch―or the lack of it.

“Yeah, I think that’s what you deserve. Go on, beg for―”

Before he could finish his demand, a few loud knocks could be heard at the door of his dorm room.

“Yo! You in there buddy!?” The voice of a man you didn’t recognize bellowed out from the other side of the door. Your body froze at the sound.

The last thing you wanted was someone finding you in this position. The thought made your blood run cold, and you looked up at Yo to see if he was having the same idea.

From the look on his face, he definitely wasn’t.

Yo ripped the hand away that was pinning your wrists down to the bed, instead clamping it firmly across your mouth. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, grasping at his grip on your face.

“Yeah, what’s up man!”

As soon as he spoke an intense bout of vibrations crashed through your core. He returned to thrusting in and out of your sopping heat, not relenting even as you thrashed against his hold.

It was too much―his quirk now more powerful than ever. He continued to rub tight circles into your clit with almost the same level of vibrations, maybe a little less intense than the ones he was sending through you with his other fingers.

The man outside his dorm spoke again. “I was just wondering if you had the notes from last class. Me and a few guys need them right now.”

Yo spoke without breaking eye contact with you, relishing in the way you tried to control the little noises as a result of his relentless movements. The glint in his eyes that you once saw was gone, now replaced with an empty darkness.

This was the Yo who was being kept from the public. The person you did your best to avoid for so long.

“I do actually, I’m in the middle of something―why don’t I stop by your place in a few minutes?”

You tried to close your legs, or somehow move away as you were pushed towards release faster with every passing second. Yo only pressed your head back into the mattress with more force, acting more as a warning than a way to keep you in place.

“Okay, sounds good man. Hey―are you with someone right now?”

His methods were wreaking havoc on your body. The fear of being caught and the intensity of his actions sent you over the edge. As if sensing you were done for, Yo let out a final wave of forceful vibrations, sending you crashing hard into an orgasm. Your eyes shut tightly as you rode out the blinding sensation, body seizing up completely.

You didn’t know how long it lasted for, but by the time you finally came down from your high it seemed the investigative man on the other side of the door was gone.

Yo removed his fingers, holding them up to his face in awe. Through your tear stained vision you could catch the glistening of your slick, stringing as he pulled his fingers apart. You watched in disgust as he continued to lap at the substance, sucking his own digits clean with a sinfully low moan resonating from his throat in the process.

Focusing anywhere but at him was a better option, but he wouldn’t have that. As you tried to turn your head again with eyes trying to distract themselves on something that wasn’t the man towering above you, the hand over your mouth moved to clamp around your jaw.

“Fucking look at me.” Yo turned your head back harshly at the demand, and your eyes met his. The threatening tone in his voice was one you’d never heard before.

“I’m gonna go give my buddy what he needs, and you’re gonna stay here until I’m done.”

He waited a few seconds, gauging your initial reaction. Finally, Yo released his hold, climbing off the bed and letting you curl into yourself in defence.

“If you’re gone when I get back, I’ll tell everyone just how much of a little slut you are. And we both know they’ll believe me, I’m way more likeable than you’ll ever be, princess.”

A pitiful sob wracked your body, soon turning into steady convulsions from crying. “I-I’m not...m’not a s-slut.”

He grabbed a notebook that was sitting on his bookshelf before walking to the side of the bed where you were trying to move towards in an attempt to leave. He crouched down next you you, petting down the hair on your head in an almost loving manner, “Oh I know that, but your friends don’t. They might let you tag along with them but I know they don’t really like you. Not how they like me.”

At his point you were sobbing into your hands, trying to rub away at the hot tears streaming down your face. “D-don’t―please don’t tell them that.”

Yo swiped a thumb across your cheek, doing little to rid them of your tears. “I won’t, you just be a good girl and nothing bad will happen, okay?” He gave your face a few reassuring pats before retracting his hand.

You were a mess―clothes disheveled and hair turned unruly.

He was bluffing. He had to have been.

“Don’t move, I’ll be back as soon as possible!” Yo was exiting the room, giving your crumpled form a final once over before leaving, notes in tow without letting you get out another word of protest. The door shut with a thud, and you could hear the signature click of a lock falling into place.

You could leave. You should leave.

And you wanted to, but his words kept repeating in your head. If he wasn’t bluffing then you weren’t too sure if your friends would take your side. It wasn’t just your friends either. Your family would find out, your school even.

Yo was a well liked man. A trusted man. You trusted him.

He was so good at what he did. Hiding his true intentions under that far too positive and easy going attitude. It made it easy to disregard him, and look at what happened when you did.

You denied him the satisfaction of such a closeness for so long, not even knowing what it was doing to him. Realistically, it shouldn’t have done anything. Any sane person would’ve taken the hint long ago to leave well enough alone.

But the absence of light in his eyes, the condescending attitude―all of it was evidence to show that he was everything but sane.

He’d be back soon.

And you stayed where you were.

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Seven

A/N : Inspired by Taylor Swift’s song Seven from the album folklore. This can be read as a standalone as well as a continuation of the Homecoming fic.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary : The first time you and Peter met each other but destiny pulled you apart.

Warnings : none just soft feel good vibes.

"Oh Peter! You're a lifesaver." You exclaimed.

"Thank you so much for letting me copy your chemistry assignment." You breezed into his room dropping your backpack on his bed.

"You should not keep things for last minute Y/N." Peter advises.

"Now you also don't start." You huff as Peter arched his brows shaking his head.

"I know, I know I shouldn't but with this whole hydra base infiltration mission it completely slipped out of my mind."

"Plus organic chemistry is not my cup of tea." You shrugged.

"Says the literal beauty with brains Y/N Stark that's quite hard to swallow." He looked at you skeptically.

"Oh now you think I'm beautiful huh?" You raised a sly brow smirking.

"Umm no - I mean yeah - not like the way you're thinking." He stuttered.

"Relax I was just messing with you." You chuckled.

"But believe me I hate that subject. What will I do if benzene has a constant problem with its electrons?" You complained dramatically.

"It's not that hard as you think, you just need to practice the structures daily." Peter began his lecture on organic chemistry.

"And once you understand the reaction mechanism it will be a piece of cake. Like for example during oxidation reaction.." You cut him off, unable to bear anymore of Prof Parker's lecture on organic chemistry.

"It's boring! Boring! Peter I'm giving you a boring alert!" You exclaimed.

"And If I had to learn about organic chemistry why would I come to you for help I would have straight away gone to uncle Bruce only."

"Okay sorry I just got carried away you know…"

"Yeah I know it’s your favourite subject which helped you make your web fluid blah,blah, blah but I don't have time for that right now so tell me where is your file?" You scrambled on his desk.

"I need to copy it fast!" Peter arched his brow questioningly at you. You gave your signature Stark eye roll that you obviously inherited from your dad.

"I mean take notes and write it down on my own." You clarified.

"In the right drawer of my desk."

"Okay I'll take it. You can now go for your patrolling or whatever spidermaning stuff you do." You waved your hand shooing him away.

You went near his desk and opened the drawer and rummaged around the things in it. You finally found the file and took it out when something caught your eye beneath it. You brushed away the junk stuff on it to find a cute little pink bow most probably it belonged to some little girl because it was quite old and dirty. You took your time to admire it and then turned to Peter who was about to change into his suit.

"Peter, why do you have this pink bow in your drawer?" His eyes went wide darting towards you.

"Give that to me!" He snatched it away from your hand.

"Hey!" You protested. Peter turned around clutching on to the bow.

"Whose is it Peter?" You nudged him.

"No-no one’s." He fumbled

"C'mon tell me about this special girl whose bow you have kept all these years, and we are best friends right? Best friends don't keep secrets. " You made a pouty face.

"It's actually a long time ago nothing interesting to tell Y/N." You went and sat on his bed resting your elbows on your knees and placing your chin on your knuckles. You blinked your eyes giving him your undivided attention. He understood that you wouldn't budge and shook his head in defeat smiling sitting beside you.

"I met this girl once at this park, Aunt May used to take me every afternoon to play. I was around seven that time so was she. She was like a ray of sunshine but the only thing was that her life was covered by dark gloomy clouds." Peter narrated you the story of this mysterious girl from his childhood.

Peter was a socially awkward kid since childhood so he never had that many friends. It was a lovely day Peter was strolling in the park on his own.He heard some noise it seemed as if someone was crying and it came from behind the tree. He walked around to find a girl sitting under the tree crying and went near her.

"Why are you crying?"

She didn't say a word and just looked at him teary eyed. Peter kneeled in front of her.

"Are you lost? I can call my aunt, she can help you.'' Peter asked her sweetly.

"No." she replied weakly.

"Then why are you crying?" fresh tears rolled down her cheeks again.

"Please don't cry." He wiped her tears with his small hands.

"I'm Peter. What is your name?"

"I can't say. Daddy will not like it."

"Okay." he tried to keep the conversation going.

"You come here everyday?"

"Yes. This is my playtime but I don't have anyone to play with."

"I can play with you." She smiled in return.

"What do you wanna play?"

"I don't know, you say." he was about to suggest something when a middle aged lady appeared from behind, most probably her nanny.

"It's time to go home, miss." she informed. And the little girl silently got up and held her hand as the lady took her back to the car parked in front of the park.

"Peter!" May called out as Peter looked back.

"There you are, I was looking for you everywhere." May said as she followed Peter’s gaze.

"Who's she?"

"My new friend, she was very sad as she doesn't have anyone to play with."

"Aww poor girl."

"I said I'll play with her."

"That's so nice of you Peter, you are such a good boy." May ruffled his hair.

Next day Peter was excited to go to the park to meet his new friend. She was sitting under the exact same tree like yesterday he went and sat beside her talking with her for hours. She finally started to open up to him. Both of them now always eager for afternoons a slight escape from their lonely lives. As they enjoyed each other's company laughing and running around the playground.

"Hi"

Her eyes sparkled seeing Peter as if she was waiting for him.

"Hi Petey!'' she exclaimed with joy.

"Can I know your name now?"

"I told you I can't Petey."

"Then what do I call you?"

"Whatever you want." She shrugged.

"Okay let me think." Peter frowned thinking hard when suddenly his eyes twinkled.

"How about Betty?" He asked, all excited.

"I like Betty." She smiled softly. He sat beside you as you talked about your day.

"Today aunt May took me to the cemetery to offer flowers to my mom and dad. I really miss them you know. You're so lucky that you have both your parents"

"My daddy doesn't love me." She sniffles.

"Why is that so?"

"He is always mad at me. He doesn’t like me."

"Hey don't be sad I will always love you to the moon and to saturn."

"When I collect enough pocket money we will move to India okay? I read in a book that it's a beautiful place."

"You pack your dolls and sweaters and I'll pack my Legos. Just you and me. You will never be sad again"

"Okay Petey." she gave a wide smile.

…….

"Hi Betty"

"Hi Peter!"

"I brought you something Betty."

"What Peter?" He handed her a yellow rose.

"May says yellow rose means friendship. And this will always remind you of our everlasting friendship, of me. "

"But I didn't bring anything for you Petey." she pouted sadly.

"It's okay Betty." Something went through her mind.

"Wait!" she pulled one of her pink bows from her braids and handed it to Peter.

"Here take this. This will always remind you of me."

A black Mercedes pulled over near the gate of the park. Betty's eyes went to the car and Peter noticed her body stiffen as soon as she saw a black suited man in black sunglasses step out of the car. He was most probably her bodyguard.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"I need to go. Bye Peter!" She hastily got up from the ground and ran away towards the car. The man opened the door for her. She glanced at Peter as she got inside the car. Peter stood there at his place as he raised his hand to wave her goodbye she waved back too. The black glass windows rolled up blocking them from each other's sight.

"And then she left and never came back. I never got to see her again." Peter exhaled.

"Everyday I went to the park in the hope that I’ll get to see her again but she was gone." Peter took a deep breath sighing fiddling with the bow in his hand.

"I don't know where she is now but I hope she is happy in her life. And all her issues with her dad have been resolved."

"Yup indeed they have got resolved and they are in better terms now." You chuckled lowly as your heart felt heavy.

"Yeah hope so."

"I'm sorry." You murmured.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry I didn't come to say goodbye to you."

"What? What do you mean?" Peter asked, confused.

"That bow is mine Peter." You said softly gazing at the bow in Peter’s hand. Peter went silent as a sudden realization dawned upon him his eyes went wide. How could he forget the most important thing about that day, the man who had come to pick up Betty was none other than Happy. That means you're Betty, his Betty.

"You know after all the feud between Stane and my dad. Dad didn't want me to stay in such a dangerous environment and decided to send me to a boarding school."

"The day I was being sent away I cried, begged him to let me to go and see you for one last time but he didn't let me. And I'm sorry Peter that I left like that."

You turned to grab your backpack and took out your diary from it. You opened a significant page of your diary and delicately took out a dried yellow rose.

"I kept this too in your memory." You hold it out in front of him. You both were trying to fight back your tears but finally broke down as tears trickled down your cheeks. Those weren't sad tears, those were tears of joy. Of finally meeting your long lost friend.

Peter couldn't believe that the always sad and scared girl he knew has grown up to be such a fearless, intelligent girl who speaks her mind without giving a damn what others think of her.

When you saw the bow in his drawer you instantly remembered everything that is why you nagged him on telling you the whole story. You wondered how can you both be so oblivious about the fact that you have known each other for years. How couldn't you recognize each other even when you promised each other to remember for lifetime. Maybe you were destined to cross paths and then forget each other to be reunited again for some reason which none of you understand.

"I missed you Betty." Peter sniffled, smiling.

"I missed you too Petey." You held his hand brushing your thumb on the top of his hand resting your head on his shoulder. You remained like that for a while cherishing the moment. Peter silently listened to your slow and steady heartbeat smiling with content.

"You still wanna go to India?" You looked up at him smiling.

"I have got a private jet now." You gave a half shrug, the corner of Peter’s eyes crinkled as he laughed softly.

[an-absolute-travesty]

Secret Santa fic!

Heya @all-eternity it was me all along! I hope you enjoy this :) very much looking foward to actually being able to follow you after this without looking sketchy lmao

Also shoutout to my lovely beta reader @keepersandqueens as if I don’t talk about Salas enough here lol

Warnings: underage drinking, drinking in general, hangover, drugs/medication mention (not abused, basic over the counter stuff dw), mentions of vomit (not described)

Pairings: Kam, background marelinh, ex titz

About: Kam coffee shop college au 

Word count: 5,205

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Tam stumbled into his first 8 am class, anxiety making his heart feel like it was pounding out of his chest and stomach doing backflips.

If he could survive bouncing between foster homes, a short stint at juvie, and worst of all high school, he could survive college.

Well he thought he could until he saw a familiar person right next to the only available chair in the room.

God fucking damn it.

"Hey Bangs Boy!" Keefe waved him down, causing a scene. Tam had no option but to sit beside him, both because of the lack of chairs and the fact that everyone was now staring at him.

Not a great start.

"What a coincidence! I notice you still haven't taken my suggestions on your hair, I'm telling ya' you'd get all the girls and or guys and nonbinary pals with a man bun." Keefe looked smug at the fact he'd be able to taunt Tam for another semester, minimum. Tam was already making a mental note to check when he could swap out of classes.

"Keefe, if I knew you were going here I would've just gotten myself back in jail, oh wait, you were the one who got me in there in the first place." Tam shot him a look, praying that he'd suddenly develop superpowers and shoot lasers from his eyes.

"Hey, just because I came up with the idea...and helped with some of the execution, doesn't mean I'm responsible for you trashing your parents house. Besides, you were only in there for like 3 days max before you got out," Keefe said, shrugging as if 3 days in jail was no biggie.

"Most peaceful 3 days of my life," Tam sneered, turning back to the front of the room as the professor walked in.

"Good morning class!" the prof turned to the white board, writing his name. "I am Dr. Harding," he tapped it for emphasis.

The class was silent.

"And you say good mor..."

"Good morning Dr. Harding," The class said in unison, they all sounded tired and bored.

This wasn't going to be fun.

~*~

"Grande ice vanilla latte for...Hen-are-y?"

The man shot Keefe a look as he grabbed his coffee.

"Henry." He dropped a tip in the jar, fifty cents. How generous.

He had come in before, and never left good tips. Keefe made it a game to pronounce the names of anyone who wasn't a college student and left bad tips wrong, no matter how much they came in. It was a wonder he hadn't been fired yet.

As he turned preparing another drink, the bell at the top of the door rang. He ignored it at first until he heard a quiet, "Fuck," come from behind.

"Bangs boy!"

"Why are you here?"

"I work here obviously," Keefe walked up to the counter. "Now, what'll it be?"

Tam sighed. "Iced caramel macchiato with two extra shots of espresso."

"Size?"

"Venti."

Keefe whistled thinking about how much caffeine that was as he wrote down "Bangs Boy" on the cup.

"Alright, that'll be 5.75, may I ask why the insane amount of coffee? I believe I remember you saying caffeine makes you anxious in high school."

"Yes, but it also helps me focus, and I have a quiz tomorrow I haven't studied for."

"Fair enough," Keefe said, going to prepare the drink. "It'll be ready in five."

Tam nodded, walking off to the side and scrolling on his phone. Keefe made the drink, occasionally sneaking looks over at Tam. He didn't seem to notice, thank God.

Soon after, they finished the transaction.

"See you at class," Keefe said, he was trying to be genuine, but it came across more taunting.

Tam grimaced, muttered "Thanks for the coffee," and walked out the door.

~*~

The class fell silent as a disheveled Dr. Harding walked in, a pack of gatorade in one hand and bottle of tylenol in the other. He popped one as he sat down.

"Hello class it seems today I have the worst headache imaginable, just give me about 5 minutes of silence and we will go over your assignments."

Keefe leaned over to Tam's desk.

"Well, we know what he got into last night," he whispered. "Heard the bar on the corner of 5th was giving out two for ones for professors."

"Isn't that place run by the alumni?"

"Exactly. Gotta thank Alvar tomorrow, Fitz said it was his idea."

"Wait Fitz goes here too? Why did I not-"

"Boys!" Dr. Harding practically yelled. "I am tired of the racket." He put his face in his hands where his elbows rested on the desk, bald spot showing to the world.

"We were whispering!" Keefe made a 'what the hell' sort of gesture. Tam glared at him, hoping he could communicate 'I will kill you myself if you say another word' with just his eyes.

"Sencen, do I look like I care?"

Keefe winced a bit at the use of his last name. That was something Tam could understand.

"Look, boys," Dr. Harding stood up and turned to the chalkboard, writing something down. "If you all like talking so much, you'll love this next project."

He walked to the side, revealing the board, that read '10 page essay, due the 25th'

"With the person next to you, you'll be writing a 10 page essay on um...the importance of keeping your oil changed in your car. You'll then present it to the class. It's worth 25 points."

A student raised their hand.

"Luka?"

"Sir, I thought this was a psychology course?"

"It is. You are all excused."

With that, he left the room with his tylenol and gatorade in his arms. The students glared at Keefe and Tam as they all got up, muttering amongst themselves about the pure bullshittery of it all.

"So..." Keefe said, slowly standing. "Does the library tomorrow at 3 work? I have work until then, so it can't be any earlier."

"Yeah, sure." Tam promptly walked out of the classroom as fast as possible, he didn't know why but his anxiety was spiking. He tried to tell himself it was just because he was a useless gay that didn't know jackshit about cars, yeah, surely that was it.

Just a useless gay.

~*~

Tam waited at a table in the library, it was 3:05, Keefe was late.

He didn't know what else he expected from him, he always seemed to do stuff like this. At the same time, Tam didn't have the energy to be particularly mad at him. This was going to be the stupidest essay ever written in the history of man, might as well put it off.

The library door slammed open, and in came Keefe. He balanced a large stack of papers and books along with four drinks. He stumbled over to Tam and practically threw them down on the table.

"Sorry I'm late, I thought it would be nice to, like, get you a coffee, but I didn't know how much caffeine you wanted, so I got one decaf caramel macchiato, one normal, and one with an extra shot, and also hot chocolate for me."

He sat down in the chair by Tam, as if getting three different coffees for someone you were forced to do a project with was totally normal.

"Um...thanks, I-I can pay you back-"

"Don't worry about it." Keefe turned to him and smiled, bright and friendly. Tam was frozen. "Okay, now it's car time." Keefe turned back to the desk.

"Yeah."

They were silent for a while as they researched, Keefe going through his piles of papers and books and Tam on his laptop like any sane person would.

Tam finally worked up the nerve to talk.

"So um...this is out of nowhere, but I think you mentioned Fitz went here?"

"Oh, yeah." Keefe put down the absurdly large textbook that was set up in front of him. "He's my roommate, he uh thought it would be best not to tell you after everything, I guess."

"That's fine," Tam shrugged like he didn't care. "I'm over it."

He was, really. They only dated like 2 weeks, sure it ended with a...pretty big fight after Fitz claimed he wouldn't be able to date someone who had gone to jail and Tam reminded him it was his best friend that got him in there in the first place, but he was still over it. There was still something bothering him, nothing to do with Fitz himself but...something. He just couldn't put his finger on what.

"Alright, I'll take your word." Keefe shrugged, setting his giant book back up in front of him.

Tam felt the need to start talking again, but didn't. They were mostly silent for the next 40 minutes or so, just researching and the occasional word exchanged between them.

Keefe checked his phone.

"Shit," He got up. "Work emergency, I gotta go. Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah that works."

"Chill, see ya' later."

"Bye."

Keefe waved (with a wide grin Tam would've called idiotic in high school) as he went out the door.

Tam found himself with a smile on his own face, he quickly stopped, hoping no one saw.

~*~

Keefe hurried into work, pulling his apron on as he saw the absurdly long line and a panicked Marella frantically making coffees behind the counter. She sighed with relief when she saw him.

"Thank God," She said as he stepped behind the counter with her. "There was a scheduling error, Forkle's useless at that stuff."

Mr. Forkle, their well-meaning but often mistaken manager, was out of town at the moment. The fate of the Starbucks rested on two college kids, what could go wrong.

And so they went, Keefe taking orders and Marella fulfilling them until there were no more to serve.

Marella, quite literally, threw in a towel she had wiped her face with. Promptly going to the back, presumably for her break. Keefe followed her.

"Alright, I think you can probably go back to whatever you were doing before this now if you'd like," said Marella, inspecting the small braids in her hair in the nearest shiny surface.

"Nah I was just doing a project with Tam for Harding's stupid class, he's probably left by now, I might as well rack up some overtime."

Marella turned back at him, clearly caught off guard at the name.

"Tam? As in my-girlfriend's-brother Tam? As in you-had-a-massive-crush-on-in-highschool Tam? As in dated-Fitz Tam? As in you-got-him-in-jail-"

"Yes! Yes! Why does everyone remind me of that, it was one time."

"When you get someone in jail, people tend to remember," Marella went silent for a second, thinking, before looking Keefe in the eye. "Wow, that must be awkward as hell, I mean seriously, if I were you I'd straight up file a restraining order just to avoid him. Maybe move to another country. I hear Estonia is lovely this time of year."

"Eh, it's not as bad as it seems. I mean it was awful at first, mostly because I tried to resume right where we left it on the taunting front, but I think it's ok now."

"Hm. Well good luck with that," Marella turned back to go to the front, but Keefe grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Uh, actually I need your advice on something. It has to do with Tam."

"Shoot."

"Well I was thinking of maybe, I don't know, asking him out or something? Look, yeah, it's an awful idea but is it 'he never wants to talk to me again' awful or 'he attempts to strangle me' awful?"

Marella looked him up and down, eyes uncomfortably cold, as usual.

"I mean, no hetero, but despite your annoying qualities you're a decent looking guy. Plus Tam's, like, super anxious according to Linh, so maybe he'll be too awkward to say no. You can probably squeeze at least one date in there."

"Wow, thanks Mare," Keefe mumbled, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, I try. Also don't call me Mare."

"Alright Ella!" Keefe called as the front door's bell rang, signalling a new customer. Marella went off to take care of it, unable to respond she growled back at him.

~*~

Tap tap tap tap tap.

Tam glared from across the table.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Keefe looked up, muttered a simple "Fidgety" and went right back to it, tapping his pen against the table. Tam said nothing more.

Keefe had been quiet for this entire meeting, something highly unusual for him.

"Ok, seriously dude, what's up? I haven't seen you this quiet literally ever."

He only seemed to get more fidgety at this question, his bouncing leg shaking the library table.

"I...um..." he looked down, running a hand through his hair "I have a test I need to cram for and no one to study with and keep me accountable. Y'know, ADHD issues."

Tam didn't overthink for once in his life but the moment the sentence was out of his mouth he regretted it.

"I have a test too, maybe we could study together?"

Keefe smiled his annoyingly charming smile.

"Sounds good."

"Good."

Tam quickly looked back down at his computer, trying to look like he was still doing car research when in actuality he was processing he just actively offered to spend more time with Keefe Sencen.

If Linh found out about this he'd never live it down.

He didn't think he cared.

~*~

Dr. Harding walked through the classroom door, clearly much less hungover than his last appearance.

The students waited, would they get an apology? Any sort of remorse?

"Alright, who wants to read first?"

Apparently not.

Keefe raised his hand with too much confidence for what their essay looked like. Tam gave him a confused look. He had his scheming face on, never good.

"Mr. Sencen!" Keefe winced at the use of his last name by the doctor. "What an amazing start, it's only appropriate. One of you boys come up and present."

Tam gave Keefe a look of 'do you want me to do it?' Keefe just smiled and got up from his chair. This would either be really good or really, really bad. Tam was all too familiar with the scheme face.

"Doc, I did depart from the source material a bit here, hope you don't mind. And I use 'I' because Tam had no involvement in this, he deserves full points for his essay."

Keefe cleared his throat, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Doctor Harding deserves to get fired: an essay. (And it's only been a week!) Paragraph one, his drinking problem-"

"Sencen! Back to your seat now. I will see you after class, or I will not see you in my next class, understand?"

Keefe gave a thumbs up as he sat back on his chair with a thud.

A few minutes later, in the middle of another student's essay, he passed Tam a note with his loopy handwriting.

"The amount of comebacks I had for 'see me after class' is absurd but if I get kicked out there's no way Elwin is helping me pay tuition a second time."

Tam tried not to smile, certainly failing, as he wrote his response.

"Yeah I think the time you talked back to Miss Cadence she wanted to expel you. Lucky Principal Alina had a thing for pseudo-dad Alden."

"Oh God I haven't talked to him in a whiiiiiile."

"?"

"You haven't heard? Yeah, he sorta found out like ALL his kids were ell gee bee tees and freaked out. Della found herself a new gf though!"

"Sounds like a lovely extra punch in the gut for a queerphobe."

"Yep. Honestly I recommend looking through his Facebook sometime. Just a million rants about how the gays destroy everything, great entertainment."

"Duly noted."

At that point it seemed like the doctor started to take notice of their note passing, and they stopped quickly. Tam wouldn't be surprised if he did the whole high school read in front of the class thing with the way he had been acting so far.

Tam was 100% sure tenure was the only thing keeping this guy's job intact. Apparently being a drunk asshole wasn't near enough to get a person out of their position. He tried to ignore the professor's annoyingly smug face for the rest of the class.

~*~

Keefe sat in his usual spot at the library, Tam sitting across from him, his brown eyes dancing across the textbook page and lips mumbling along the words. He didn't have much to do, often finding himself just staring at Tam, quickly looking away if he seemed to notice.

Eventually he sighed, sitting back.

"Ugh, this test is in a week and I have so much other crap to do, I'll never get this all memorized by Friday."

Keefe silently thanked his brain for managing to get around the having to study thing. Yay, photographic memory!

"Oh, uh, well I'm free to study more tomorrow if that would help? We could do, like, flashcards or something."

Tam seemed to repress a smile. He did that a lot. Keefe always noticed.

"That's okay, I'm sure you have better things to do. The Starbucks is always pretty packed."

"Eh, sometimes you have to get away from Marella. She's mean to me."

"Not just you, once she told me if I ever made fun of Linh's cat's name again she'd make me cut off my own bangs."

Keefe nodded sagely. "The shorter you are the closer to hell. That's why you're worse than her."

"Hey!"

Tam flicked a stray rubber band at Keefe.

"I'm at least 2 inches taller than Marella...we measured."

Keefe thought up about 12 inappropriate jokes he couldn't make before flicking the rubber band back.

"Two inches only counts in roller coasters, none of which you can ride."

Tam stuck his tongue out before returning to his studies. Unlike Tam, Keefe didn't hide his smile.

~*~

Tam strolled into the Starbucks that Friday morning, no longer surprised to see Keefe working the counter. He could barely hold still in line as he thought about the amount of cramming he'd have to do in the next few hours.

When he reached the counter, Keefe said nothing, just busily worked making a drink.

He stuck it right out at Tam.

"One venti iced caramel macchiato with 2 extra shots of espresso because you have a test today in political science and still haven't studied everything and also a muffin because you probably haven't eaten today. On the house. Good luck with the studying."

Tam froze.

"I- um- th-thaks. Y-you too...sport."

Oh, you fucking idiot.

He quickly scurried out of the Starbucks with drink and muffin in hand. Wow, he had screwed that up.

But...

Keefe...

He...

He remembered his order and that he had a test and that he forgot to eat when he was stressed holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit-

Okay, deep breaths Tam, you got this. You can totally handle a frustratingly cute guy showing care for you this is fine...

Not fine, not fine, gotta tell Linh.

He called Linh with no forewarning. Despite the fact that she was currently across the country at a different university, and it was about 3 am for her, she picked up. He barely let her get out a groggy "Hello?" before explaining everything. She only seemed to think a moment before responding.

"Hm. Well it's good to know that college is going good for you. Do you need advice or comfort?"

"Yes."

"Well, first of all, everything's gonna be okay. And I know that doesn't help much but just try to remember we're eighteen, and it's not the end of the world. Second of all, try to ask him out or something. It doesn't have to be framed as a date, like Marella and I got together on a walk in the park, seriously it can be anything."

"Thanks Linh."

"No problem, also can you hug Marella for me?"

"If she doesn't try to kill me first, yes."

"Nice. Okay go do what you gotta do, also don't wake me up at 3 am again or else I'll sic Purryfins on you, I had just gone to bed."

With that she hung up and Tam continued on his way, still trying to not completely freak out.

~*~

Keefe stared blankly as Tam walked right out of the door. Marella appeared by his arm.

"So, how'd it go?"

"Well, he called me 'sport'."

Marella inhaled through her teeth.

"Yikes. Comfort, advice, or distraction?"

"Distraction, please." Keefe replied, absent-mindedly preparing a cup for the next customer.

"Uh, well I meant to ask you what ended up happening with that ass of a teacher, but I got a bit distracted at your attempt to woo Tam-"

"Hey I said distraction not reminder. But basically I just got a slap on the wrist because, and I quote, 'Your father is Cassius Sencen! He wrote half the books we use in this class, I'm sure he can straighten you out!'"

"There's absolutely nothing papa Sencen could do to make you straight, I'm pretty sure he tried that, and it obviously didn't work."

"He actually tried a few times and it most definitely did not. Lucky he doesn't have my number anymore or else I assure you he'd keep trying."

Marella laughed.

"Well, moving on from grade A assholes, I'm supposed to tell you there's a party tonight. I'll have to send you the address later, I have it on my phone though, I am told there's gonna be booze, so I'm going."

"Eh, I'll probably go. Just to get my mind off everything."

"Thata boy." She lifted her phone. "And my shifts over in three, two, one, and I am out of here! See ya' tonight Hunkyhair."

"That's Lord Hunkyhair to you."

She just rolled her eyes and clocked out, leaving Keefe to deal with both the customers and his own thoughts.

~*~

Tam sat in his dorm room alone, constantly refreshing his grades for the possibility that his 70-year-old professor would post the test results at 1:30 am.

His roommate was gone for the weekend, actually he was gone most of the time. Tam didn't think they'd even had a full conversation before.

He jumped as his phone began to ring, a call from Keefe of all people. He hesitantly picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Tam! Tam Tam Tam Tam Tam" Keefe's slurred speech was too loud for a phone call, Tam held his phone a bit away from his ear. "...fuck wait why did I call you..."

There was a long pause, neither said anything.

"Oh yeah! I needed to tell you something...but uh I uhm I forgot what it was."

"Keefe, where are you?"

"At a paaaaaarty, well, actually just outside a party because it was hot in there, but now it's cold out here so uh yeah."

Tam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, send me the address, I'm coming to pick you up. Wait right there and don't move."

"Okie dokie."

Tam heard a thud sort of sound and the rustling of grass from the other line before Keefe hung up and soon after got a message of his location.

After 20 minutes of walking in the cold, Tam came up to what seemed to be a frat house with Keefe sitting on the lawn in criss-cross, patiently waiting in short sleeves and basketball shorts, way too little clothing for the weather. His ruddy face smiled as he saw Tam approach.

"Tam! I remembered what I was going to tell you." He stood up, face falling right after. "Oh no wait I forgot again. Ooh! You need a drink."

Keefe grabbed Tam's hand, pulling him towards the house. Tam stayed in place.

"Hey, let's get you home dude."

Keefe pouted.

"I don't wannaaaa."

He slouched down, pulling on Tam's arm like a child having a tantrum.

Tam pulled him back up to his feet.

"C'mon, if you go to your dorm without fuss I'll buy you ice cream tomorrow."

Keefe seemed much more ok with going along with Tam with the ice cream deal. He pulled off his own coat and placed it around the very drunk boy, he didn't complain.

Keefe began humming some annoying song from the early 2000s that was playing from the house earlier as they walked back in the direction of the dorms.

Suddenly, Tam remembered something.

Fitz was Keefe's roommate.

Shit.

"Hey uh do you think Fitz is at your dorm?"

Keefe nodded confidently.

"Yep! Said he was gon' study. Wouldn't come to the party because of his 'reputation' or whatever."

Around reputation he did exaggerated finger quotes, nearly knocking Tam's jacket off his shoulders.

"Hm...in that case let's go to my dorm, ok?"

Keefe shrugged, apparently willing to go along with most things in his current state. Thank goodness Linh had made Tam bring extra pillows and blankets to college, he could sleep on the floor and just hope Keefe didn't get sick on him in the night.

It was ridiculously hard to lead Keefe back to his dorm. He tried to pull down his pants halfway there and Tam almost had to carry him up the stairs but soon enough they got there. He sighed with relief as he led his inebriated friend into the room.

"Okay, you can stay here for the night. I'll sleep on the floor."

Keefe plopped himself down on Tam's bed laying flat for only a moment before sitting up with a snap and a look of realization in his eyes.

"OOH! I remember what I was gonna tell you again!"

"Oh?" Tam said playing along, expecting him to forget again.

He patted the spot next to him on the bed, Tam continued to play along, sitting next to him.

"So Marella said that I should just tell you this, and it worked for her, so I'm gonna. And uh and you have to promise to listen 'cause I'm not sayin' it again."

At this point Keefe grabbed his face with both hands, staring right in Tam's eyes and squishing his cheeks.

"You're listening right?"

Tam nodded, mostly to shake Keefe's hands off his face.

"Okay."

Keefe took in an over dramatic breath as if he was preparing to preform in the Olympics before getting another grin on his face.

"I really like you."

"You really like me?"

He nodded mumbling "mhm".

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I like you. Like, like like you."

"Like...as a friend?"

"I said I wasn't gonna repeat myself. As a booooyfriend." At this point Keefe fell back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Tam's cheeks were burning.

"How long have you liked me like that?"

"Mmmm..." Keefe seemed to ponder for a moment, "Prolly high school."

"Oh um...good to know. You should get some rest. I'll be down here if you need me."

"Alrighty."

Tam shut off the lights and Keefe started snoring quick. Tam could only stare up in the darkness, unable to sleep.

~*~

Keefe woke up that morning in a room he didn't recognize to a killer headache and dead phone.

He turned to the side, seeing a pile of blankets and pillows with a large gatorade, bottle of tylenol, and a note next to it. Suddenly last nights memories came flooding back.

Oh, shit.

He scrambled out of bed, headache and nausea hitting him harder as he stood up.

Despite the fact his head was spinning, he picked up the note from the ground and read it.

Hey, meet me at the reservoir around 6, we need to talk -Tam

F. U. C. K.

Had he really said all that stuff last night? Surely it was a dream, right?

Oh God.

He gathered his few belongings, plus the things to help the hangover, and left the dorms as fast as possible. Only having to stop once along the way to throw up in one of the campus trash cans, hopefully no one would notice.

Keefe didn't have anything to do and he really didn't want to face Fitz so he went about his day in last nights clothing. Then again, it was a college campus. Someone walking around with rumpled clothes carrying a gatorade probably wasn't that big of a deal for most people. By 5:30 he sat impatiently in the empty park where the reservoir was located, it was colder closer to the water.

Just as promised, at 6 o'clock he saw Tam approaching on the horizon.

~*~

Tam was damn near a panic attack as he walked around the park attempting to find Keefe. Eventually he found him, sitting on a bench still in his clothes from last night, face once again ruddy from the cold. He sat next to him wordlessly.

"So," Keefe started.

"So," Tam replied, looking down at his lap.

"Tam I-" Keefe turned to face him. "I'm sorry about everything last night, I probably just made everything super awkward. Not to mention it's a giant violation of the friend code to even have a crush on your best friend's ex-"

"Yeah, about that."

"What?"

"You're gonna maybe kill me for this but uh," Tam pulled on his bangs. "I sorta talked to Fitz about it, I figured you wouldn't and apparently I was right. He said he was okay with it as long as we were ok with it."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Tam sighed, "Perhaps."

Keefe once again wore that shit-eating grin of his.

"Can I hear you say it?"

"Why don't you have to say it?"

"Already said it last night! Your turn now. Why did you take care of me while I was drunk?"

Keefe stared at Tam excitedly waiting for the answer. Tam sighed.

"Because I love you, little shit."

"Ooh you said it-"

Tam smashed his lips against Keefe's, both quickly melting into it. After only a moment they pulled away.

"Agh, you taste like gatorade and vomit."

"Well you taste like salt so really what's worse."

"Definitely the vomit."

Despite this, Tam leaned back in. This kiss was a moment longer than the last, and when Tam pulled away Keefe chased it.

"Ok, look I'm sorry but you look like shit Keefe you have to go change." Tam removed his jacket, throwing it around Keefe once again and helping him up from the bench. Keefe laughed.

"Yeah, you're right. Ooh now that we're a thing you need a new nickname!"

"I do?"

"You do, how about 'Bangs Boyf' ooh or maybe you can be my 'provoked partner' or my 'snappy spouse' my 'agitated accomplice' perhaps."

"Do you just have these ready and prepared for any situation?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

"You aren't Houdini, you're an 18-year-old boy that currently reeks of frat party."

"Eh that's basically the same thing. I've seen some 18-year-olds at frat parties preform tricks Houdini could never dream of."

Tam sighed dramatically. "It's a good thing you're pretty, you know."

"Hey!" Keefe jokingly shoved him.

For the first time Tam's smile wasn't repressed.

[seokiloquy]

Coffee Diet - Kozume Kenma

AU: Tokyo Ghoul 

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, Gore, some angst (Though both aren’t too heavy or graphic I think), probably a poor representation of the manga/anime cause I haven’t actually read/watched it all the way through despite wanting to

Word Count: 3.3k+

Kozume grunted. His kagune, the source of his inhuman power, made strikes at his cannibal attacker, forming a bone-like needle that stabbed down at the unknown ghoul. The concrete shattered like thick glass upon impact as the ghoul continued to dodge. 

Tokyo (especially its many outskirt neighbourhoods) had a ghoul problem. 

“You’re in the wrong territory if you think you can get away with that.”

The other ghoul only laughed, continuing his fast steps. The laugh itself was painful, scratchy and high pitched. It made Kozume wince.

The people of Kozume’s neighbourhood knew of the danger that lay waiting outside their doors, and thus an unspoken rule had been made among them. Don’t be outside past sunset. Those that did take a nightly venture typically were found mangled and half-eaten by morning. Broken bones peaking through bloodstained flesh, large bites taken out of their thighs, and torsos ripped open; delectable looking meal for a ghoul gone rouge. Kenma wouldn’t agree.

The dark alley that the ghoul had run into was walled off.

His opponent's black greasy hair hung over most of his face like a curtain, only letting a single black and red eye, and a sharp-toothed smirk poke through the strands. His hair swayed as he spun around.

“What does territory matter if there’s food to be had?” The ghoul screeched before his powered ghoul organ seeped out of his body and shot toward Kozume. It scratched his cheekbone, barely missing his eye, thankfully, but would take time to heal unlike any normal would.

Kozume hissed at the cut, willing his own kagune to slash at the ghoul who began climbing up the sides of the brick walls. The sharpened bone just missed the man’s food as he scurried over the ledge.

“See you later!”

The false blond stood there, yawning and rubbing his black and red eyes that were pinned to the building’s top. Heat from the rising sun began to warm his back. With the new light and extra heat, the tired ghoul raised his arms, stretching, as he took in his familiar surroundings. The port, or at least near it. Kozume stepped out of the alley to see the broken concrete that was left in his chase.

Another yawn escaped him before he tucked his hand in his red sweater’s pockets and walked the other way. He needed coffee.

Kuroo’s shop, as lovely of an atmosphere as it created, was in the middle of a garbage dump. It didn’t help that some of that outside aesthetic carried into the cafe itself. The bell pierced into Kozume’s ear canal as he opened the front door to the dingy sight. Stained counters, chipped porcelain, yellow lights that were so off-putting that they stayed off all the time. It’s always been dark and gloomy, until today.

“Welcome! Take a seat, I’ll be right with you.”

That’s new.

Kozume stood in the doorway, watching your form dance and sway behind the bar. He noticed the music playing, soft and completely unnatural for the cafe. Your uniform, definitely not assigned by Kuroo, was crisp and clean, black shirt sitting on your form nicely. It was modest and professional. Maybe not assigned, but definitely Kuroo’s style.

He watched as you placed a small cake at another regular’s table, patting the old man’s signature plaid jacket on the shoulder. Whatever you said made the man laugh and twirl his fork happily.

His golden eyes, now settled after his too-early walk from the destroyed park, were trained on you as he sidestepped over to his usual seat in the corner next to the window. He sat, and took his eyes off your bobbing head as you turned around. His brow furrowed. The table was clean. Kozume looked around the cafe, noticing the lack of dust and stains.

He didn’t see you drop off a cup of coffee at a table, or walk his way until you were right in front of him.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

He jumped in his seat, causing his bobbed hair to billow out for a moment. Oh no, the look in your eyes immediately told him that you could see his rosy cheeks. He coughed. “Black coffee, please.”

Your smile was perfect.

“Hey, Kenma!” An unlikely saviour with black spikey hair appeared from the doorway. Kuroo strode over and waved you down as he slid into the seat across from Kozume. “Ah you got a scratch,” he hissed, immediately putting pieces together in his head. His head turned your way. “Do you mind getting me a coffee too, (L/N)?”

Kozume’s eyes followed you as you placed your pen and notepad back into your pocket and walked toward the counter.

“(L/N)’s new, just started yesterday and all the regulars love the new energy already. So tell me, what happened?”

Kozume sighed, looking down at his hands. “More keep coming. One disappears and another shows up. I’m too tired for this.”

Despite his vague tone, Kuroo knew what Kozume was talking about and sighed immediately. He leaned back in his chair. “I’ll be able to help you out soon enough, (L/N) has gotten a good hand on things, but I don’t want to leave them alone in the shop too suddenly. You understand.”

Kozume did understand. You, the human behind the counter, were a breath of fresh air in the musty town. You didn’t know, you couldn’t have. The demeanour of someone in the know in this neighbourhood wasn’t that positive. He knew that he wouldn’t get any help until you knew of the cafe’s main purpose.

“Take your time, I can handle it for how.” Kozume yawned and gestured to his marred cheek. “This guy might be a pain to deal with though.”

Just as he finished speaking the TV that hung above his head began to rattle on about destruction occurring at their neighbourhood’s port.

Kuroo winced. “That’s a pain, all right.”

Two white cups of black coffee hit the table's surface. Kuroo thanked you as you stood straight and reached into your apron’s pocket. Next to Kozume’s mug, you placed a large band-aid as you ripped open a disinfectant wipe. “May I?” 

He nodded and let your fingers gently turn his chin in your direction. The wipe glided smoothly over his cheek but stung. He hissed and pulled his head back.

“Sorry, it’ll be over in a second, I’ll be quick. Can I finish?”

Kuroo stayed silent as he watched Kozume get cared for by his employee, only speaking when the barista left the younger ghoul’s side with a kind smile. “You’re blushing.”

“I will kick your ass,” Kozume sneered before lifting his mug up to his lips for a quick sip. “Why’d you hire a human anyway?”

Kuroo mirrored his friend’s actions and drank some of his well-brewed coffee. “They don’t hold any ill will toward Ghouls if that’s what you’re wondering, maybe a bit scared. But (L/N) is very kind.”

Kosume continued to yawn through their conversation, occasionally looking your way, only to immediately turn his head as soon as there was a chance of you catching his stare. He didn’t realize how long it went on until he heard your footsteps heading for the exit.

Kuroo twisted, resting his arm over the back of the chair to face you putting on your coat. “Walk home safe!”

“Will do!” Your smile glittered before you pushed the door open and walked through.

Kozume’s eyes continued to follow you through the glass until you turned out of sight. 

“Do they live far from here?” he asked Kuroo, questioning his warning.

Kuroo slapped his hand on the table twice, gathering the energy to rise to his feet. He grabbed the long since empty mugs, whose stray coffee had begun to dry on the sides. “Only a 5-minute walk. But (L/N) has to walk through alleyways to save time, and well, even during the day, you can’t be too concerned for one’s safety.”

“Ah, Kozume! Black coffee again? Would you like some food with that?”

Kozume’s stomach churned at the thought of putting something other than coffee into his system. “I’m alright, just the coffee is fine. Thanks.” Hands stuffed in his pockets, he walked to his corner. “And Kenma is fine.”

“Then, please, call me (Y/N).”

The cafe smelled cleaner than the weeks prior. Cleaning solution seems to sit right under Kozume’s nose and punch him every time he breathed. Taking his seat, he immediately noticed the lack of smudges on the window.

Kozume tried to give you a kind smile as you set his cup of coffee on the freshly cleaned table. He could feel heat crawl up his neck and settle underneath the skin of his cheeks. He gulped, readying himself to separate his lips and speak.

“You seem drained, has work been alright?” You beat him to the punch.

“Ah ya, work.” He didn’t have a job. “It’s been alright, just a bit draining because of the night shift. How has school been?”

Kuroo was quick to get you both well acquainted after your first meeting. He carried conversations until Kozume was willing enough to speak for himself. The blond was thankful for that, knowing that if he had been left alone by your side no familiarity would have been built.

“Oh, the usual. I have a few assignments to finish but nothing too overbearing. I did read an interesting article about social relations and hierarchy of ghouls in society. It was a bit depressing but educational.”

Kozume choked on his coffee, hunching over the table as he lifted a fist to his mouth. Just as the ragged coughs began to subside he felt your hand gently rub his back, sending him into another fit of coughs.

“What’s the assignment about?” he asked, settling down.

He noticed the concerned look on your face as you pulled napkins out of your pocket and set them on the table. “Ah well, I’m studying public health and humanities, and my prof told us to choose a disadvantaged group to write about. Yada yada, so on so forth. I chose ghouls.”

He gestured for you to sit with one hand, waving at Kuroo with the other as he wiped down the main counter. You smiled and took the seat across from him.

“You believe ghouls are disadvantaged?”

Your brow furrowed, pondering. “Well ya, in some ways. Maybe not in strength and power, but ghouls are rather hated in society don’t you think?”

Once again, while preparing to speak, he was cut off by the overhead TV switching audio. Listening to the graphic words coming out of the reporter's mouth, Kozume sighed and raised a hand to push against his temple.

The distressed look on your face made him pause. A pit grew in his stomach as your concerned face turned to Kuroo, who was calling you back to your station. You were quick to bring back your smile. “Enjoy the coffee, and rest when you can.”

Kozume returned your smile meekly but was focused on the grotesque details the reporter listed, unable to stop himself from imagining you, defenceless, in that sort of danger. He couldn’t stomach the coffee.

“(Y/N), I really don’t think I should leave you here alone after dark.”

You sighed, looking to your boss with an unimpressed smirk. Kuroo squinted, lips pursing as he watched your knowing smirk turn humorous. 

“Testu, don’t you have work to do at night? My walk home may be a lot safer, if you get to that, no?”

Kuroo cursed, punching the wooden counter with a dull bumping sound. He groaned. “How did you know?”

You laughed, shifting the position of your hands on the wooden poll and continuing to sweep the floor of the empty cafe. “I study! It may not be so obvious but don’t you think I’d pick up on you being a ghoul after a few weeks?”

“I mean maybe, but I was hoping you didn’t know!”

A light scoff shot off your tongue and through your teeth. “I would think you’d be relieved, now you don’t have to be so cautious around me.”

Kuroo picked up the washcloth he had been holding earlier off the counter and began to wipe the wooden surface down again. “No harm in caution. Even if you do know.”

“Ya, ya, just don’t show me a severed limb. I can’t do gore.”

Kuroo laughed and tossed the damp towel onto the edge of the metal sink. His arms shifted to his back to aunty the black apron around his waist. “Are you sure you’re okay here alone?”

The TV’s sound changed to the news’ intro tune as you grabbed the remote and turned it off. You gave the ghoul a warm smile. “I can handle it. Go go.”

The sun was already over the horizon by the time you were ready to leave. You stood on the inside of the door, punching in the pin code to the security lock. It beeped, giving you the warning to leave and lock the door. Once done, you pulled your sweater a little tighter on your shoulders and shoved your hands in the pockets.

You focused on the sound of your rubber souls stepping on the concrete and the occasional tick of a pebble getting kicked. Street lights flickered, or at least the ones that were working did. Walking upon a burnt out light, you took the marker to turn down the neighbouring alleyway.

Two steps in was all it took before you lifted the collar of your weather over your nose. The putrid smell wafted your way from the dumpster. “Ugh, it’s not garbage day tomorrow is it?” Setting closer towards the opposite wall, you help your breath and face forward. Until the burnt-out light flickered on.

You halted, head frozen forward as you looked out of the corner of your eye. Immediately your stomach churned and your throat began to pulse uncomfortably. 

First, you noticed the pool of dark red blood that was slowly growing, nearing your shoes. Then it was pieces of loose skin and grey hair, stained as they floated in their puddle. Your heart seized at the sight of a ragged plaid jacket that was recklessly torn. You searched higher.

A single red iris surrounded by a black gloss stared at your profile. The rest was obscured by pin-straight greasy hair except for a large, inhuman smirk that showed off shark-like teeth covered in blood.

You cautiously removed your hands from your pockets, watching the poorly dressed skeletal like figure’s hunch move up and down as he breathed.

One beat.

You saw his claw-like fingers hold the wrinkly hand of the severed arm like a possessed lover. Your foot shifted.

Two beats.

The ghoul’s head tilted, revealing a tube-like pound of pink flesh hanging from his fangs. You gulped.

Three beats.

You ran.

Pulse already off the hertz, you sprinted with all your might to the flickering light at the other end of the alley. A stupid move, but taking the time to turn around wasn’t an option. Each step sent a jolt into your stomach. Your footsteps were much louder than before, but your blood was drowning it out. The lamp was so much slower now.

You froze suddenly. Stopped by a tug on your arm. Vertigo suddenly hit and the lamp was pulled further away. Then you recalled the tug, and noticed the increased pulsing in your arm, then felt your sweater become sticky and heavy. You looked to the side and down.

Were bones supposed to stick out like that?

You hardly registered it’s presence before the spike-like bone was torn from your limb, sending you into another fit of screams.

The light at the end of the alley flickered again, before going completely dark. 

His heart raced, blood pumping through his ears like crazy.

“Calm down Kenma! You can’t go crazy like this!”

“I have every right! You heard that scream, didn’t you? It was (Y/N)!”

The blonde’s kagune went wild, thrashing about and nearly knocking Kuroo over in the process. Said ghoul didn’t flinch, only brushing away the agitated organ with a push of his own.

“I know, but you have to—”

He was off, launching into the air and onto the rooftops, following the smell of your spilt blood before Kuroo could finish his sentence. The black-haired man swore, quickly following suit.

The sight was expected, horrifying, but not surprising.

Whoever’s intestines were falling out of the ghoul’s mouth, Kozume couldn’t tell, but he wasn’t gonna let the ghoul he had been hunting get another chance to make a meal out of your body if he could help it.

“GET OFF!”

Something cracked as the long-haired ghoul’s body flew off yours, smashing against the brick wall of the alley. Kozumes sharp-pointed kagune pinned him through the stomach to the cracking brick. 

He only gave you a glance. The sight made his stomach churn as if he were trying to eat a regular meal. Torn skin, visible bone, and blood everywhere. He wanted to vomit.

Behind him he could hear Kuroo’s feet land in the massive pool of blood, making it splash slightly. Their clothes would have to be trashed later.

Kozume gritted his teeth. Despite his boiling rage at you being injured, he managed to hold off his brutal assault against the bloodied ghoul until he heard Kuroo zip away with you in his arms. 

Even in your current state, you’d be safer away from the scene.

“I don’t think (Y/N) is going to be able to work for a while.”

“Some of the regulars are spooked, but relieved.”

Whatever was holding your arm like a boa constrictor was making sleep really hard. You groaned. Why did your stomach hurt?

“Ah, look who’s up.” Kuroo’s voice was as teasing as always.

Your sight was blurry when you finally came to. The first thing you noticed was the aggressive pulsing in your arm and stomach followed by a warm hand on your shoulder. You tried to shift.

“Ah stupid, don’t do that.” Kozume’s voice, despite a slight rasp, was as gentle as ever.

You sighed and squinted towards Kuroo who stood at the end of — what you were quick to realize—  was your hospital bed. His arms were crossed and the smirk he wore was humorous. “Kuroo, if you say a single word, I will gladly risk further injury to fight you.”

Kenma shut his eyes and rubbed your shoulder before reaching for a hot mug from your bedside table. Kuroo walked around to the opposite side to help you sit up. You watch a thick red sweater fall off your shoulders and onto your lap, in front of your bandaged stomach.

Kenma spoke quietly, “Your sweater was torn to pieces.”

“Like my body?” you joked, only to get a sour look from the man in return. “Sorry.”

He sighed again and handed you the steaming mug. “Here, drink this. You need food.”

Kuroo walked back to the end of the bed, letting Kozume take care of you from then on.

“Coffee is considered a food now?”

Kuroo let out a short chuckle, making you tilt your brow in his direction. Kozume coughed, placing the mug down quickly to lift his red sweater off of your lap. He draped it back onto your chest, tucking it between your shoulders and pillow, then slowly guiding your arms through the sleeves. 

You rubbed your hands together for warmth as Kozume offered you the hot mug again. You took it, thanking him with a shining smile. You once again failed to notice the rosiness of his cheeks, even if Kuroo didn’t.

“You won’t be able to stomach anything else, sorry.”

Why did this take me so long to write…. Oh well. -Bacon

Posted: 14/02/2021

[peaches-writes]

d-day

description: a graduation seven years in the making member: minho / lee know genre: fluff (?), angst, almost lovers au, college au, reader is a film student word count: 7.8k warnings: explicit language, drinking, food, suggestive note: this is so patchy n messy im so sorry anw based on one of my fave films 

d-3 until graduation

You exhale a sigh of relief at finally finishing 2 hours worth of revisions, rubbing your blurry eyes before stretching your tired arms upward. Professor Park, your thesis adviser, looks up from her own work at your action, a small smile on her lips. “Done?” 

You nod with a grin as you quickly open your laptop’s Mail browser, forwarding your final, final, final thesis to her e-mail account. “I already e-mailed it to you, Prof. Park.” 

Your thesis adviser then turns her eyes back to her laptop, clicking on some icons in her laptop screen then turning back to you, “Well, then, I guess you’re free to go, Y/N.” She then closes her laptop. “Happy graduation.” 

Fucking finally, you groan internally while externally mustering up a grateful smile as you gather your belongings and stand up from your workspace. “Thank you, Professor Park!” 

Professor Park nods with an acknowledging hum, taking a sip of her coffee. “Go celebrate with your friends this week, eat out, party, whatever. I heard that Jaehyun kid from CAL is hosting the yearly graduates-only party.” 

You giggle over your hand. Though Professor Park is one of the ‘hip’ members of the faculty, she always seems to surprise everyone by how much student gossip she knows. “I will? Thanks?” You then bid her goodbye, leaving the classroom. 

Crossing the hallway to the stairs at the leftmost end of the building, you whip out your phone from the side pocket of your backpack, scrolling through your messages and opening your chat with your best friend, Minho. 

y/n: where r u? 

y/n: just passed my thesis 

y/n: officially officially graduating!!! [sent 10:49 AM] 

You then go down the three flights of stairs to the lobby, greeting the security guards and undergraduates who greet you back with kind congratulations as you pass the entrance. Then, going down the final staircase down to the sidewalk, you cross the pedestrian lane to your department building’s parking lot, proceeding straight to your car and checking your phone once again as you start the engine. 

minho: congrats!!!

minho: dept building where else lmao 

minho: w hyunjin 

minho: not done yet [10:51 AM]

You place your phone on one of the cup holders and your backpack in the backseat before turning your entire body facing front, driving backwards as you exit the parking lot. 

You arrive at the Performing Arts Building in less than a song on the radio, parking at their parking lot and eventually finding Minho and Hyunjin in one of the mirrored practice rooms, dancing to the last verse of Chan’s new song. You greet the two through the reflection, waving hello and receiving short waves in return. 

“Congratulations, Y/N!” Hyunjin adds to his greeting, turning around and running to you with extended hands for a hug. Minho pauses the music from his laptop lying nearby, stifling his laughs at knowing very well how you would react to Hyunjin’s initiative to give you a hug. 

When Hyunjin tries hugging you, you immediately swat his hands away, as Minho accurately expected. “Gross, you’re so sweaty!” You exclaim, making Hyunjin pout and Minho finally let out the chuckle he’s been trying to hide. Averting your eyes to your best friend standing behind Hyunjin, only then do you notice him walking towards you as well. 

Minho pats your head once he’s in front of you, careful of not messing your hair. “Congrats.” He greets coolly, making you roll your eyes. 

“You could be a little more enthusiastic.” You huff. Minho passed all of his requirements two weeks earlier than you, he’s really just hanging around campus at this point because he’s too lazy to pack his things. 

“I’m giving you a hug, then.” He says and this time you don’t stop him as he gives you a side hug. 

“Favoritism.” Hyunjin coughs under his breath, making you glare at him. He then changes the topic, glancing between you and Minho when you separate. “So are you two leaving already?” 

“Are you two done?” You ask back in answer, gesturing towards him and Minho. “What are you practicing, anyway?”

Minho shrugs, gesturing over to Hyunjin. “His recital piece still. We’re done already, though.” 

You contemplate on this for a moment. Checking the time on your phone, 11:08 AM, you ask, “Can I see before we go?” 

“Hug first.” Hyunjin teases, extending his arms out again. 

“Dude, I said you’re sweaty.” 

“Then you’ll have to wait until the recital.” Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at you, feigning annoyance. “I can’t with this favoritism.” 

“Then I won’t go to your recital.” You cross your arms, smirking triumphantly at knowing the younger boy’s weakness. “And it’s not favoritism, Minho actually bothers to bring and use towels during practicing.” 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Favoritism.”

You and Minho only chuckle. The three of you then move to the center of the room, you moving to Minho’s laptop while Minho and Hyunjin prepare to dance. 

“So if we run through this choreography,” Hyunjin suddenly interrupts you from playing the music. “Does this mean I’m exempted from having to buy you an obligatory graduation gift on Sunday?” 

You shake your head. “No, you still need to buy me something.” Before Hyunjin could retort, you press play on Minho’s laptop, making him whine in complain while getting in position. 

Chan’s voice echoes around the room as the lively song picks up pace. You place Minho’s laptop on the floor next to you, pulling your knees closer to your chest as you watch the two dance in front of you. 

Whenever they have to move closer to you, Minho would send you a wink while Hyunjin only throws you exaggerated frowns and pouts. You roll your eyes at Minho and stick your tongue out at Hyunjin, teasing the two, but you can’t help but focus more on your best friend, unconsciously becoming dazed by his fluid movements. 

Having an attractive best friend who dances really well is too hard, you sigh to yourself when Minho catches you drifting over to him again, playfully biting his lip while winking at you this time. Your face scrunches up in fake disgust against the heat rising to your neck, to think I’ve put up with this for 7 years. 

Before you can even realize it, the song finishes, Hyunjin dramatically dropping on the floor while Minho approaches you, crouching down to his laptop and closing it. You clap at the performance, thanking Hyunjin for the ‘sneak peak’ of his performance then turning to Minho, “Okay, so lunch?” 

“Are you treating?” He looks at you with pure mischief in his eyes, making you slap his arm. 

“You didn’t even treat me when you passed your requirements.” You point out with a scoff which he only takes lightheartedly with a laugh. 

From your peripheral vision, you see a tired Hyunjin lift his head and turn to the two of you. “If you guys are just going to flirt, can you do it outside? I’m taking a break and I want to take it in peace.” 

“Do you want to have lunch with us, Hyunjin?” You ask, standing up from the floor while Minho leaves your side to change his shirt in the bathroom and gather his things. 

The younger boy shakes his head, laying his head down on the floor again. “Pass, I’m having lunch with Felix later.” Passing by his limp body on the floor, he sends a smirk your way, as if he suddenly thought of something witty. “Go enjoy your date with your Minho.” 

You roll your eyes at this, kicking his knees to which he reacts with another dramatic whine. “Don’t be so fucking loud.” 

“But it’s true!” 

“He might hear.” You complain, eyes then widening at seeing Minho come out of the bathroom wearing a new shirt. “I hate you.” 

Hyunjin sees Minho as well from his peripheral vision, snickering. “Whatever, have fun at your not a date lunch, then.” 

“Oh? Hyunjin you’re not coming with us?” Minho asks, walking over to you with his backpack and laptop. Hyunjin then quickly explains his lunch plans before shooing the two of you out. “Okay, then, see you tomorrow.” 

You bid Hyunjin goodbye as well, narrowing your eyes and sending him a pointed look as well when Minho’s not looking. When Hyunjin shoos the two of you again with his hands, only then do you and Minho leave, his hand grabbing yours as you walk out. 

“You seem very mentor-y now.” You comment as the two of you walk outside the building, swaying your hands in between the two of you. “Like those alums who visit occasionally and help the undergrads or something.” 

Minho playfully rolls his eyes at you. “It’s not like we’ve officially graduated already. Just call me old and go.” 

“I didn’t say that, you did, so you do you, I guess.” You snicker before changing the topic. “Where do you want to eat, by the way?”

"There’s a cafe across the street.” He points out for you. “Apparently, it’s new.” 

And so, the two of you settle for the cafe across the Performing Arts building, miraculously finding an empty table by the window. Minho sits closely next to you on the cushioned seats while sipping on his Americano, extremely touchy now that it’s only the two of you. You rearrange your schedule on your phone in an attempt to ignore the way your heart beats just a little bit faster at Minho’s shoulder brushing against yours while he tilts his head to your side, peering over your phone. 

“Can’t you really come with me and Chan tonight?” You ask him with a frown after looking over your schedule. He looks up at you from this, his face mere inches from yours and making you lean back instinctively. “It’s D-3 to graduation so it’s free food and drinks from the auntie who owns the grill tonight.”  

He bites on his straw, leaning away from you as he answers with a frown. “I can’t cancel helping Felix tonight since he’s only free after 4 PM.” At that, the food then arrives. The two of you thank the waiter before Minho continues, “Can’t you two reschedule to tomorrow night?”

The two of you then busy yourself with sorting through your meals with Minho trying to take your plates to his side and you swatting his hand in response. While doing this, you answer his question, “We’re picking up your suit tomorrow, that’s too much work for me already.” 

“What about the day after?” 

“That’s the pre-grad party.” 

“Well, you’ll be drinking with 1 less drinking buddy tonight, then.” Minho concludes with a pout. “We’re running through Felix’s entire choreo later.” 

You boo him while mixing your pesto which he returns with a glare. “It’s our last drinking party as students and you can’t even come.” 

“It’s not like we don’t have the summer.” He points out. “And the rest of our lives? Hello? We’re not going to be college students this summer anymore?” 

“Minho, you’re leaving for Japan in a month, Chan goes home to Australia after Hyunjin and Felix’s recital, and I start working in 2 weeks.” You correct him. “Come on, I need my two best friends! It’s been a whole semester since we last drank together.” You glance over at him as you eat your pesto, finding him chewing on his chicken slowly in thought. 

When he feels your gaze burning through his skull as the two of you eat, he looks up at you and sighs. “Fine, I’ll try catching up later.” 

You grin triumphantly. “As long as you get there by 9 PM.” You take another forkful of your pesto, feeling lighter now that you get to drink with your two best friends as college students one last time before graduating. “I’ll order you your favorites.”

“You better reserve me at least 3 bottles of peach soju...and all the good samgyeopsal!” 

“You know I got you.” 

- 

You meet up with Chan at your favorite grill later that night, receiving various congratulations from the staff who’ve kept you mentally sane with their samgyeopsal and generous supply of soju in your 4 years as college students as the two of you find your favorite table and order your usual. The auntie who owns the grill, Mrs. Yang, asks about Minho when she spotted you and Chan and you quickly explain to her that he might arrive late since he’s helping Felix with his own recital piece. 

“You know, since it’s just us for now,” Chan says while pouring himself a drink an hour and a half into your two-person drinking party. “It kinda looks like we’re on a disastrous date and that you’ll escape through the bathroom anytime now unlike when we’re complete and we actually look like struggling college students.” 

You drink straight from your bottle of grape soju, giggling while pointing out, “Chan, you just indirectly called yourself a shitty date.” 

“I did? I meant to say we look awkward but whatever.” He then eats another lettuce wrap, chewing quickly to continue the conversation. “When is Minho coming anyway?” 

You check your the time on your own despite your blurring vision, 9:10 PM. “I told him to get here by 9 when we ate lunch but knowing him, he’ll probably struggle booking an Uber again.” You then put your phone back down on the table, careful of the small spills you and Chan made from toasting a while back. “I swear, he relies too much on me driving him around.” 

Chan nods in acknowledgement, drinking another shot of soju. “So we have a little bit of 30 minutes,” He then takes out his phone from his pocket, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You mutter a quick ‘gross’ at him but he continues speaking anyway. “Just enough time to play a round of Magic 8 Spotify.” 

You groan, covering your face with your hand in a mix of embarrassment and disappointment in Chan. “Bang Chan, I swear to God, stop making ‘Magic 8 Spotify’ happen.” 

Chan only sticks his tongue out at you, not even bothering to spare you a glance as he looks through his playlist while drinking. “It’s my drinking game, stop attacking its name.” He deadpans even though you’ve been telling him the same comment for 4 years now. “Now, think of a question and it better be interesting.”  

You contemplate on this for a moment, deciding to humor Chan since you’re starting to run out of things to talk about. “For my question...since this is our last college drinking party, how about the same question from 4 years ago?” 

"Seriously? Lame.” Chan comments but scrolls through his playlist with his eyes closed anyway. You scoff, leaning on the table in anticipation. 

-

4 years ago

“Okay,” A tipsy Chan sitting right across from you takes out his phone from his jean pocket, opening to his Spotify account. It’s your first drinking party and the birthday celebrant, Minho, sleeps right next to you, having passed out after his 8th bottle. “Y/N, you ask a question then we let my playlist answer.” 

“What?” You scoff over your shot glass of soju. “That sounds stupid.” 

The older boy only rolls his eyes, uncharacteristically sassy when he’s drunk. “Just roll with it and ask a question, it’s getting boring with just you and me drinking quietly.” 

“Okay, fine, fine!” You pause for a moment, contemplating on a question while holding your shot glass to your forehead. While contemplating, your eyes naturally turn to Minho with his face hidden in his crossed arms on the table. “Will I...will we—hik! Sorry—will I ever get the courage to confess to my best friend Lee Minho before graduation?” 

Chan almost spat his soju at you in surprise, luckily managing to hold himself back from doing so at realizing that he’s holding his phone. “Okay? I’ll shuffle now.”

“You’re judging me.” Simultaneously, you narrow your eyes at him skeptically with a huff, leaning back against the uncomfortable metal chairs of the restaurant.  

“I’m not!” Chan defends himself while scrolling through his Spotify playlist with his eyes closed. You think that he’s taking too long and that he should’ve just pressed the shuffle button. “It’s...a bit surprising, sure, but it’s kinda expected too, I guess.”

Fools by Troye Sivan then begins playing from Chan’s phone, making the two of you laugh in response. 

“What the fuck?” You comment in disbelief. “I hate you.”

“Hate the playlist not the owner.” He holds his hands up in the air briefly with a chuckle. Putting them down, he then leans to the table. “So, the birthday boy, huh?”  

You nod through your drink. Since Chan hasn’t known you and Minho for that long at the time, he then asks, “How long now?” 

“Only three years.” Internally, you wonder why you’re spilling your heart out to someone you’ve just met this semester as you speak. Chan seems trustworthy, though, so your drunken self continues anyway. “But we’ve been best friends for four years now.” 

“So why do you have to ask if you get to confess? It’s not like you’re not close or something—just do it if you want.”

“Yes, but, you have to know, Chan, that Minho’s the most difficult person.” You state matter-of-factly with a few stumbles in your words now, the alcohol kicking in. “Sometimes, he can be really affectionate, possessive at times even, but then when there’s a lot of people around, he’s so distant...like a walking pile of mixed signals!” 

Chan nods along. When he doesn’t speak, you continue. “And then there’s also the ‘I don’t want to risk our friendship’ bullshit, of course.” You shrug. “Minho’s too much of a keeper as a best friend for me...which is another problem because I don’t know if I’m just overthinking my feelings for him as a best friend or if they’re already enough to consider a crush.” 

“So you’ll just hold this crush in forever?” Chan chuckles lightheartedly, no malice anywhere in his tone. 

At this, you contemplate once again. It takes you a whole minute to answer, “Of course not. I want to fall in love and get reciprocated too, you know, whether it’s him or not.” You then take another shot. “It’s just that, I’m too preoccupied with him at the moment to think of someone else.”

“Until when then?” At this, you send him a questioning look so he continues, “Until when are you holding onto this crush. Realistically, you can’t be in an unsure crush forever.” 

“Until graduation?” You raise an eyebrow, as if asking for Chan’s approval. “A lot can happen then. If future me doesn’t gather the balls to confess until graduation rites then I’ll just give it up altogether. It’d be too long by then, anyway.”

“Wow, such assurance to graduate on time.” Chan jokes to lighten the situation, making you reach over to him and smack him on the shoulder. 

-

This time, Letting Go by Day6 plays, inciting the same reactions from you and Chan at hearing the lyrics. “I’m telling you, this game is very accurate when it’s my playlist.” Chan comments as you let the song play on at a reasonable volume. He puts his phone down, pouring you soju this time. “It’s been 4 years and future Y/N is now present Y/N who still hasn’t confessed yet.”

“What if I plan to within the remaining 2 days?” You challenge, only to receive a disagreeing shake of the head from Chan.

“Psh, you can’t even say no to him asking you to drive him somewhere even when you’re really busy.” 

You groan. You hate it when Chan’s right. 

“So,” Chan continues. “It’s 3 days to graduation. Will you just let it pass by then drop your crush on Minho after graduation or what? What’s the plan?”

You shrug reluctantly, chewing on your lettuce wrap miserably. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve been thinking about that thing from 4 years ago the entire time." You look down on your fidgety hands under the table, suddenly finding them interesting. “I mean, a lot has happened but I still feel so unsure...like I don’t know if he feels the same or even entertains the idea of trying with me...”

“We’re going our separate ways after graduation too.” You continue. “Whether something good or bad comes out of confessing or keeping my feelings, can I keep up with him being in Japan? And there’s work too...I don’t know.” 

“Then, don’t think too much about it.” Chan shrugs nonchalantly. “Confess in your own time if you want or keep it to yourself until it goes away even after graduation, it’s alright either way. Maybe you’re just thinking too much into that deadline you made when you were drunk.”

“But don’t you think this crush has been long overdue?” You finally speak out the thought that has been bothering you since it was brought up. “It’s been 7 years. Do you think that’s too long already?”  

“You tell me.” Chan concludes just as you finally reach the dormitory building. “I can’t judge your feelings, they’re yours, after all.”

You think of something else to say but before you can continue the conversation, the seat next to you is pulled back and when you look to your left, Minho greets you and Chan with a tired smile. “What did I miss?” He pats your head again, just like when you met this afternoon, before taking a seat. 

Chan gives you a look before turning to Minho, waving his phone. “We’re playing Magic 8 Spotify. Ask a question, Minho.”

Minho unknowingly mimics your reaction to the name as he takes an unopened bottle of peach soju in his hands. “Chan, the game seriously needs a better name.” 

“You know, you two are my greatest haters.” Chan narrows his eyes at the two of you. “But since I’m nice and this drinking party’s free, I’m letting it slide.” 

Minho chuckles. “So, it’s my turn now, right?” He pauses for a moment, as if thinking of a question. “How about...will we peacefully graduate on Sunday? Humor me, ‘Magic 8 Spotify,’ even though your name is weird.” 

Chan scoffs, closing his eyes and scrolling through his playlist anyway. 

You drink a glass of water this time. “Why the question? Are you expecting something on Sunday or....something?” 

You turn to Minho, receiving a casual shrug from him. “I don’t know. Those things happen though.” 

Chan snickers at this, finally choosing a random song. Sweet Disposition by the Temper Trap begins to play, making Minho chuckle in amusement. 

“Sounds ominous.” He comments, Chan nodding along as he puts his phone down, letting the music play. 

At the back of your head, you definitely think it’s like some sort of sign, even more so when you catch Chan looking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. 

“Anyway it’s a good song,” Chan continues, raising his shot glass. “definitely deserves a toast.” 

d-2 until graduation

You wake up later than usual the next day, a migraine threatening the back of your head but not too serious enough to make you worried. Checking the time on your phone, 10:20 AM, you groan in frustration and cover your face with your blanket just as you hear your door open followed by the familiar pattern of Minho’s footsteps. 

“Rise and shine, we’re going to the tailor’s!” Your loud best friend announces his presence as he enters your room, proceeding to stand over your bed and yanking the covers off of you. 

How he’s not having a hangover worse than yours when he drank two bottles more than you, you can’t fathom. 

You groan in annoyance but sit up slowly anyway, gently shoving him out of the way as you get out of bed. “Yes, now stop being so loud, I’m gonna get a migraine because of you.” Minho steps to the sit obediently, proceeding to fold your blanket. 

You take out a striped shirt and ripped jeans from your closet, heading in the bathroom to take a quick shower. “So do we have to spend the whole day at the mall?” You ask while brushing your teeth, voice a little louder since you locked the bathroom door. 

Outside, Minho lays down on your now made bed, scrolling through his phone again. “Yeah, if you’re not busy. We can eat lunch after or something.” 

You roll your eyes. “The audacity.” You finish brushing your teeth now. “Plus, you just need my car.” 

Without even stopping from scrolling through his Instagram feed, Minho yells back, “I need you and your car, there’s a difference.” 

Your heart does a flip but your scoff in disbelief. Nevertheless, you proceed to take a shower, thinking to yourself, how the fuck do I expect myself to graduate by Sunday like this?

- 

At the tailor’s shop two hours later, you sit on the lone metal bench right outside the fitting rooms, scrolling through your Instagram. Minho busies himself on the other side of the thin wall, trying on his tailored suit inside the stall nearest to the exit where you are.

A clerk also stands right across from you, examining her nails, in case Minho, her only customer, needs help.

“Y/N?” Your best friend suddenly calls, garnering yours and the clerk’s attention. “Can you come in here?”

Your face grows red but, slyly taking a glance at the clerk, you see that she doesn’t care. Putting your phone back in your backpack, you reluctantly walk inside the fitting room hall, easily spotting Minho by his head that pops out the semi-open door.

“Why—“ Before you can even finish your sentence, however, he quickly pulls you inside once you’re at a close distance, closing the door behind you. “Ya!”

Once he’s standing right in front of you, only then do you realize that he’s wearing his a crisp white dress shirt and black trousers with a black suit jacket and a loose plain red necktie around his neck.

Though his expression is confident, you really do think he’s the most handsome in a suit. 

“What’s the problem?” You ask despite the rising heat from your neck and an idea in your head of what could be the answer.

When Minho went as your plus one to your cousin’s wedding two years ago, he wore a bow tie because he couldn’t tie his own necktie.

And as if hearing your thoughts, he does gesture to the tie around his neck. “Tie.”

So this is what he meant by he needs me a while back. You sigh in exasperation, taking a step closer to him and taking hold of the necktie. “What would you do without me after graduation, hm? What if you need to go to a black-tie event in Japan?” You scold, carefully and slowly doing the tie for him so he can try and memorize the steps. 

“I’m just going to dance in Japan, not go on red carpets.” From your peripheral vision, you see Minho tilting his head away to look at you as you fix the placement of his tie around his dress shirt’s collar, a cheeky grin on his face. “If I needed you to tie my necktie, I’d video call with you.”

“And if I’m busy with work?” You ask, challenging your now erratic heartbeat (because of the proximity) by looking up at him after. “College’s not as flexible as work, you know.”

“You’re never busy enough to ignore me—college or work.” He shrugs confidently with a small teasing smile. “You love me too much.”

You scoff, finishing his necktie with a light pat to his chest. You’re too prideful to admit that he’s right. “There.” Your eyes then trail over to his suit jacket, a hand finding their way to the textile near the necktie you just finished. “So, this is it?”

“Yup. Like it?” He leans close to you and nudges you by the shoulder before posing with his suit. 

“I seriously don’t understand why you need to tailor suits when they all look the same.” 

“I look so handsome, though.”

You roll your eyes as Minho admires himself in the mirror. Though he can be cocky, you have to admit that it’s perfectly justified, though. Fucking good genes. “You’re lucky you have the frame of a model so even plain suits look good on you.” You end up musing nonchalantly at these. “Handsome idiot.” 

“I’m a model to you now?” He chuckles almost cockily, raising an eyebrow at you. “And I’m handsome?” 

You roll your eyes. “Me being nice is your graduation gift.” You tease. “Don’t get too used to it, it’s only until Sunday.”

Minho only chuckles in amusement. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.” He then turns his gaze to the full-length mirror, examining his suit one last time before loosening his tie and taking off his jacket. “So, do you want to stay in while I change?” For emphasis, he pretends to take off his shirt in front of you. 

You smack his arm, leaving immediately in a rush while he only laughs. 

- 

After you’ve checked out Minho’s suit, the two of you end up at a nearby McDonald’s for lunch, his suit hanging on the fast food’s exposed beam decor. It’s only then at lunch do you realize that you’re both wearing matching striped shirts.

“What do you want for your graduation present, by the way?” Minho asks next to you, taking one of your fries after, clearly unbothered that you look like a bunch of straight horizontal lines whenever he leans to your side.

You slap his hand once he’s eaten the stolen fry. “We’ve been friends for 8 years and you can’t think of a graduation present? Shame.”

“Y/N, when you’re exceptional at gift-giving, it eventually gets harder to top your own ideas.” He says while chewing on his straw and sipping Cola. “Work with me here.”

You roll your eyes, swallowing a bite of your burger first before answering. “I’m okay with anything, it’s not like a yearly holiday so I don’t really have anything in mind.”

Your best friend lets out an exasperated groan. “Seriously?! Come on, don’t tease me!”

“If you’re planning to shop behind my back while we’re here, I can just look with you.” You shrug. “Then, you can get my grad gift for you on Sunday.”

“Then it won’t be a gift anymore.” He points out, stealing another one of your fries.

“It’s whatever.” You shrug. “When have we ever thought too much about those things, anyway. I actually bought you toothpaste for Japan.”

“Really?”

“Of course not, you fool.”

Minho ended up buying you charms to hang up in your car, three cats that resemble his pets and a strawberry. 

“Do you think they do custom?” He asks, looking around as the two of you head to the cashier. 

“Why?” You look up at him, the charms in your hands. “These are cute as they are.” 

“I meant so I can get you one with my face.” He clarifies laughs. 

You only roll your eyes. “I already have enough pictures of you in my car.” You retort, remembering your accumulating collection of polaroid photos in your glove compartment. 

“Oh, right. Should we frame some of those later?” He asks. When you reach the counter, he takes the charms from your hands and gives them to the cashier lady before paying. 

After a brief moment of considering the idea, you nod with a hum. “It’s about time I do something about them anyway.” 

At that, the two of you then sit longer at the mall’s parking lot later after shopping, rummaging through your glove compartment for pictures to hang on your rear view mirror. You hold half of the pile on your lap while Minho displays his half on the dashboard. 

While sorting through your photos, it fully dawns on you how long 8 years has been. It’s too fucking long, you realize as you find photos in polaroid and developed film that you never even thought would still be in your car. 

“Ignore the high school photos from 8 years ago, please.” You remind him, physically cringing. “They’re too embarrassing.”

“Like this one?” He holds up a developed photo from your high school graduation where he bought you a bouquet of sunflowers. You snatch it from his hands at seeing your braces then, cheeks flushed. “Why? You looked cute with braces.” 

You place the photo on your end of the dashboard. “I looked really weird then.” He shakes his head in disagreement but you insist, “No high school photos for my car.” 

“What about this one, then?” He holds a photo of the two of you at Lotte World from your first semester break, wearing colorful headbands and holding cotton candy to your faces. “This was, what, during our first semester break?” 

“Yeah, Jisung took that one.” You add. “Then after taking the picture, we spotted Felix and Changbin on a date of their own.” 

You continue rummaging through your own pile, eventually finding one of your favorites. “I like this one.” You show the photo to him, a badly taken photo of the two of you dancing in Itaewon on Christmas. “You were so drunk this time you were grinding on Jisung and Felix.” 

Minho reacts with a face of disapproval. “Clearly. What will your future dates say when they get in your car then see me looking like that?” 

You roll your eyes, though the question he so casually asked makes you feel iffy. So, you continue looking. “Oh, this one’s pretty.” You show him your next pick, of the two of you when you went on a summer trip to Busan. “This was at Haeundae Beach when they had a summer music festival.” 

Minho smiles, admiring the photo longer than the others. Though the quality is a bit bad since it was taken at night and the only sources of light at the beach then were the fairy lights and the bonfires, it’s a stolen photo of the two of you with Minho’s arm around you and one of your hands pinching his cheek. “If you’re going to hang this up, I get this one,” He then shows a photo of the two of you from when Minho won his first dance competition in the summer before your second year, confetti on your hair and a trophy in Minho’s hands. “the Lotte World pic, and our photo from your cousin’s wedding.”

“Are you taking them to Japan?” You ask, putting your Haeundae picture and Minho’s embarrassing drinking picture aside. You eventually find the picture from your cousin’s wedding, the one where the two of you stole the bouquet to have a pictorial at the old gazebo the reception’s venue had and ended up babysitting your nieces and nephews for the rest of the night as punishment. “If you’re taking them with you, you should take more. There’s some pictures with Chan and the others there too.” 

He nods. “I’m putting the wedding picture on my phone so when people ask me who you are, I can proudly boast that it’s my best friend and that they’re a rising filmmaker back at home.” He glances over to you, catching you smiling giddily. “Sounds good?” 

You return his gaze, holding back a sudden urge to cry. “...I’m still hanging up your drunk photo.” You stammer with a laugh, putting your hand over said picture when Minho tries to steal it from you. “It’s gold and it’s going in my car, let me have this one!” 

“Y/N!” 

You swat his hand away with your other hand, taking a photo from the dashboard, “To compensate, I’ll also put up our recent photo from Namsan so it cancels out your drunk face.” 

d-1 until graduation

The next night, you somehow end up at Jaehyun’s graduates-only party (you’re too drunk at this point to remember who drove but the car outside Jaehyun’s house is definitely not yours), drinking in the last empty guest bathroom with Chan and Minho. Jaehyun said there would be a countdown later (which you think is just too much since it’s not exactly New Year or Christmas) but it’s already 11:35 PM and the party seems to be heading in all directions but organized. 

You feel the music’s bass booming on the tiled floor even when you move to sitting on the bath tub opposite Minho who’s resting after an extensive game of beer pong against Bam Bam in the living room. Chan is the least drunk out of the three of you, sitting right next to the bath tub and munching on candies with a bottle of water. 

“Can I have some of that?” You stumble over your words tiredly as you turn to Chan, pointing to the candies scattered next to your empty liquor bottles. “What are those?” 

“Mint candies.” He passes you one before popping another in his mouth. “They’re clean, they’re from the freezer.” 

You feel Minho shift across from you, leaning over to you and asking for candies as well. Chan obliges, passing him two. “This party’s a bit...” He trails off as he sits back on his end of the bath tub again. 

Even when he doesn’t finish his sentence, you nod in agreement nevertheless. “I saw Mingyu literally hanging on a tree on the way here.” You fumble with the candy’s wrapper, only to have Minho take the candy from you and open it for you. You mumble a ‘thanks’ before eating the candy. “I’m pretty sure Yeeun and Dahyun already left too; Dahyun just sent me a goodnight message.” 

“Oh shit,” Chan curses under his breath. Suddenly, he’s standing up and fixing his ruffled clothes. “I totally forgot that I’m supposed to look for Hansol.”

“Hm? What for?” You watch Chan bid the two of you a quick goodnight before gathering his things and heading out the door. 

“Mixtape project!” He answers hurriedly before running outside, closing the door behind him and leaving you in the silence. 

Once Chan’s gone, you turn to Minho, propping your elbow on the side of the toilet and resting the side of your face to your hand. “Should we go now too?” You yawn, covering your mouth with your other hand. 

Minho checks the time on his phone. It’s 11:40 PM now. “I’m too tired to get up.” 

“Me too.” You frown, picking up your phone from the floor. When you open your phone, you immediately get a message from Chan. 

chan: 20 minutes to d-day ;)

chan: no pressure just letting u know [sent 11:41 PM]

You sigh. Now that it’s brought up again, you suddenly feel nervous, thoughts swarming in your head, mostly debating on actually confessing to Minho. It’s not like I can’t do it after this or graduation, you mentally debate, but there’s his 1 year stay in Japan...fuck what do I do?

In your mental dilemma, you steal another glance at Minho as he picks up the candies Chan left on the floor, his torso accidentally brushing against your legs when he leans on your side. The gesture makes you even more nervous and pressured at doing something. 

Now’s the perfect time, a voice in your head (ironically resembling Chan) tells you, one last surprise for the road. 

Minho definitely catches you looking before you can even brush your thoughts away, freezing in his position and looking at you with an expectant smirk. “What?” Your eyes widen at his sudden question, looking up at him as he kneels in front of you now. 

“N-Nothing.” You shake your head, leaning back on the end of the bathtub. 

But Minho doesn’t budge, opting instead to sit directly in front of you and poking the back of your phone, right on a picture of the two of you from one of your trips to the Han river placed carefully at the center of your clear case. “Who texted you?”

“Just Chan.” You close your phone, putting it back in your pocket. “He just said there’s 20 minutes until midnight.” 

“Why?” Minho prods on, his hand moving to poke your knee now. “Are you guys planning to count down with the others downstairs?”

“No...”You trail off, quickly contemplating in your head on what to say now. It’s silent for a while until you speak up again, “Actually...” 

Minho looks at you expectantly, his sleepy eyes going as wide as they can now while he leans forward to listen to you. 

You decide, fuck it, and take a deep breath. “I love you.” He blinks twice, eyes wide in surprise now, but doesn’t speak over you when your tone clearly sounded as if you wanted to say more. “I’ve loved you for 7 years now...since you broke the curfew rules and sneaked out to the convenience store with me during our junior field trip. I liked you even when you bought the wrong flowers for prom so you bought me my favorite sunflowers on graduation. 

“I loved you even when you would ditch me when you were dating that snotty girl from Accountancy...during all of our sightseeing trips around Seoul and summer trips to beaches in the south because this is our first time living on our own, riding bicycles at Han river, always driving you around Seoul because you don’t want to get your license...even when you’re so weird and flirty with any breathing human you pass by...I’ve loved you all this time..” You ramble on, slow as your mouth tries to keep up with your thoughts going at miles a second and chuckling awkwardly every now and then. “And I know it’s really random, it’s just that, on your birthday 4 years ago, when you fell asleep and it was just Chan and I bored out of our minds, we talked about it and just saying it out loud for the first time then, I wasn’t so sure if I should tell you then—and I’m still not sure now for a lot of reasons but honestly, fuck it, it’s been long overdue anyway and we’re graduating. I just want to get it out of my chest.”

You’re breathless at the end of your speech, hands fidgety as Minho’s expression softens at your words. 

Then suddenly, he’s kneeling in front of you again, leaning towards you slowly for a kiss. 

Outside the bathroom, you hear the remaining guests in the house cheer as the clock turns midnight. 

d-day

Minho pushes your knees down so your legs lay flat on the bath tub, giving him more space to move closer to you, hands settling onto your cheeks after. He kisses you gently and slowly, almost as if he’s afraid to push you after an emotional spiel, but with a surprising hint of eagerness, as if he’s been holding something back too. 

You kiss him back almost reluctantly, your hands settling on gathering his loose shirt on your fists. Your head feels light and your heartbeat is so fast but your eyes feel heavy with a stinging feeling, a bittersweet feeling pooling in your stomach. 

At that moment, you already knew the answer to the question you asked Chan the other day. When Minho tilts his head and slowly parts your lips with his tongue, you gently push him away after a moment, breathless and mumbling apologies under your breath. 

“It’s okay.” He strokes your cheek affectionately with his thumb when you turn your gaze away. “Are you okay?” 

You nod, the feeling in your stomach suddenly becoming heavier. “It’s just that...it feels too...”

Minho nods, moving to sit back in front of you again. He wears an expression you can’t read once again, making you feel even more confused and helpless in your situation.  

You run your fingers through your hair, not even realizing the way your nails have started to dig in your palms now. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay...” He repeats. “I’m sorry too.” 

You look at him once again, the boy you’ve loved for 7 years. “Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong...”

Somehow, it just feels too late already. 

After a moment of silence with Minho looking away from you respectfully as you collect yourself, you move forward this time, wrapping your arms around his torso in a hug. Minho hugs you back instinctively, rubbing his hand up and down comfortingly on your back as he tilts his cheek to the crown of your head. 

- 

You’re lucky your graduation is in the afternoon, allowing you time to cry early in the morning when you arrived, take a well-deserved nap, and cover your tear-stained face perfectly with make-up. 

When you arrived at the venue, greeting your parents and Minho’s parents who traveled to see you as well as receiving and exchanging grad gifts with your friends, you felt a little refreshed after the events of last night. 

“So, what happened when I left you two?” Chan asks you when you meet at the lobby. He gave you a a small bouquet of roses while you give him tickets to a Day6 concert dated before he leaves for Australia. “Not that I was expecting, just curious.” 

“Well, I told him.” You answer plainly. “I’d just leave it at that, if that’s okay.” 

From behind you, Chan sees Minho coming your way. He then smiles reassuringly at you, “It’s okay. I think he wants to talk to you, though.” He then gestures behind you. 

When you turn around, you see Minho, his toga draped over one arm and a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

Though it’s your second time seeing him in the suit, he still looks so handsome. 

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Chan says, giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder before heading over to your other friends. 

Minho stops right in front of you, his free hand awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck as he hands you the bouquet in his other hand. “For you.”

“You didn’t have to, you bought me something already.” You take it anyway, exchanging the bouquet with your grad gift for him. “It’s the ring you wanted to buy. They restocked when I picked them out last month.” 

Minho smiles at you gratefully, excitedly shaking the small box. “The gold one?”

You nod, remembering the small sunflower engravings that made him really like the ring at the mall. “Yeah, that one.” You confirm, putting your bouquets over your mouth as you feel heat rise up on your cheeks. 

A moment of silence passes between the two of you, Minho clearly putting a lot of thought into what he wants to say next by the way his expression scrunches up into concentration. 

“Y/N?” He calls your name after a while. You look up at him immediately in response. “We’re okay, right?” 

You nod with a hum. “We’re okay.” You lower the bouquet now, feeling as if all of your nervous feelings have been lifted off of your shoulders. “We’re graduating...I’m graduating.” 

Minho agrees to this with a nod, his smile growing into a relieved grin now. “Yeah...we’re graduating.”