#again tonight. have a general idea of how the whole thing’s gonna go only i can’t actually figure out how to put it in words rn

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happy belated, lily. hope you make ur bf laugh a billion times more in the afterlife

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vodka problems

eren x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: sasha and connie throw a party, and all the exciting things happen at parties! OR in which you and eren are exes, and it's the first party you both attend after the break-up. w/c: 5k+ warnings: maybe ooc eren (because idk how to write him yet, yikes), angst, alcohol, dissociating, c-word (3 whole times), swearing, anxiety about the future & love, maybe some errors, and a rushed ending because i had no more ideas. a/n: this isn’t how i thought this would go, but it’s how it turned out so, enjoy.

You were going to kill them. Nothing could sway you from doing so. Sasha Braus was about to be your first victim, and Connie Springer your second. The plan was already brewing in your mind: promise them an all-you-can-eat buffet, take the pair to a warehouse, blindfolded, get them into a position where the method of execution could be performed (you hadn’t thought that far ahead yet), and then strike. Quick and easy, and nobody would be surprised; they couldn’t even be convinced to go in the first place because you’d already said this to their faces. 

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Sasha exclaimed, rolling her eyes. You glared at her from your spot on her bed and then at Connie, who sat on the floor against the wall across the room. 

Connie laughed manically. “She’s gone insane!” 

You shook your head, clenching your fists to stop the slight shaking of your hands. “Guys…” 

At the sound of your exasperated tone, Sasha threw a lone throw pillow at Connie’s face, and the pair stopped teasing. 

“Listen,” Sasha started, sauntering toward you. “We can’t just… exclude him from our group get-togethers because you broke up.” 

It was the truth you had accepted a month ago, yet it was like a thousand needles in your stomach when Sasha said it aloud. You nodded, your gaze finding your hands.

“I’m sure he feels the same right now,” Sasha looked over her shoulder at Connie, who shrugged. The former rolled her eyes again and turned back to you. “Or at least, I hope he does. Asshole.” 

“Hey! It’s not like he’s been sleeping around! Eren’s a good guy,” Connie’s face screwed up in an angered expression at the thought that his closest friends were talking wrong about his other friend. “Just because he’s not hung up on this doesn’t make him an asshole!” He stood up, Sasha facing him. 

His last comment made your eyes weary. The one thousand needles tripled. 

“We know that! But-–” Sasha tilted her head in your direction. “Let girls talk shit, okay? It was a bad situation.” 

Connie cringed at the mention of the aftermath of your and Eren’s breakup. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I am right,” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/n is allowed to react the way she is because girls can feel emotions without being overdramatic.” 

“What about killing us? You said she was being dramatic.” 

“I mean, threatening to kill your friends is a little…” Sasha glanced at you. “But everything else! I know what you boys have been saying, and it’s not only hurtful to Y/n but to me! And Mikasa! Girls, in general! Just because Eren moved on so quickly doesn’t mean Y/n has to! She has every right to feel the way she does. I was like this for months when Nic and I broke up!”

“That was a different thing, and you got back together.”

“Besides the point!”

“Sasha?” You pipe up, tired of watching your friends argue over you. 

The two twist their heads toward you, forgetting you were there. Sasha’s eyes softened when she saw the dejected look on your face. 

“I’m just gonna go,” You wring your fingers. “I’ll see you tonight, though. Yeah?” 

Connie opened his mouth to say something, but Sasha elbowed him. “Yes, we will be seeing you tonight. Glad you’re coming.” 

You got up from the bed, and Sasha hugged you.

“Bye, Con.”

“Bye,” Connie replied solemnly. 

As you left the room, you heard a smack. “Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up, Springer?” 

You left their shared apartment—where you would return later. 

7:29 pm

Hearing the elevator ding, you turned towards the opening doors; the smell of sweat, alcohol, and weed hit you in the face as you exited. Despite Sasha and Connie’s apartment halfway down the hallway, the music and scents spilled out their front door. 

You held the bottle of Chardonnay you had brought loosely between your fingers, the effects of the other bottle of wine you had downed before coming hitting you straight on: liquid courage and all that. 

You opened the door without knocking and stepped into Sasha and Connie’s apartment. Music made the floor vibrate, which was ignored due to your inebriated and gloomy state. 

“Y/n!” Hands on your shoulders, and the familiar ecstatic energy of your best friend drew you out of your daze. “You’re here!” 

“I’m here!” You laughed bitterly, although the previous unwanted anxiety and feelings towards tonight were already dissipating. 

“Oh jeez, you’re already gone,” Sasha shook her head disapprovingly. “Tch, should’ve kept you here from this morning.” 

You disagreed. “No! See, I wouldn’t have brought us a bottle if I stayed here. This is for nobody else.” 

Sasha’s grin grew wider. “Thank you!”

You lifted the bottle towards her face, giggling. Sasha snatched the bottle out of your hand as soon as it was close enough and uncapped it, all in one motion.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the now half-empty bottle in her hands. “Sash!” 

She held the bottle out of your reach and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the kitchen. “I think the boys are in Connie’s room, but don’t worry, I won’t take you to them.”

You knew who the boys entailed, and you were beyond grateful. 

“Annie, Ymir, and Historia are in the living room, playing some board game. I don’t know who does that at a party, but they’re having fun…” Then she looked behind you. “Oh! Marco,” Sasha pushed you backwards slightly. “Get Y/n a drink. I gotta pee.” 

You stumbled back into a tall figure, spinning around to meet your friend. “Marco!”

The freckled boy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “Y/n! What would you like?”

You pursed your lips in thought. “Make me a mimosa? Mr. Bartender?” 

Marco laughed and reached up to retrieve a glass from the cupboard unit beside you. “Of course, Miss. Any special requests?” 

You eyed the Grey Goose on the counter, not thinking twice about your answer. “Hold the vodka, please.” 

Marco blanched as he poured sparkling wine into a cup. “Oh, yeah, okay. No problem.” 

You folded your lips between your teeth at the awkward air settling between you, and you didn’t think your response through before it slipped out. The music from the living room speakers, paired with the clink of a spoon on glass, was the only sound in the kitchen. 

It was no secret what had happened between you and Eren—the entire friend group had been there to witness it, which was the worst part. A party, a few bottles of vodka, and insecurities from both sides were at play that night. It was a recipe for disaster, and it just so happened that you and Eren were the casualties, along with friendships that were becoming more strained as the weeks passed. It didn’t help that you or Eren were often missing from group gatherings when the other was present, but somehow, Sasha had managed to get you in the same apartment as him for a night. It was either a master plan that could save the group or cause it to dismantle completely, and nobody wanted that. 

“Here you go,” Marco said, pushing the glass across the counter. 

Tears welled in your eyes at his sudden distance. “Thanks, Marc.” 

At the sound of your teary voice, his eyes shot toward you. “Hey, hey,” He reached for you, bringing you into his chest. “I’m sorry. No crying tonight, okay? Nobody hates you, I promise. You are as much a part of this group as he is. You are not allowed to leave.” 

“Who said I was leaving?” You mumbled into his chest, tears dampening his t-shirt. 

“People talk,” He replied, rubbing your back. “And a little Sasha told me you mentioned the group would be better without you.” 

You sniffled and laughed, eyes watery. “Can you blame me? Mikasa hasn’t spoken to me in a month, and Armin only says hello when he has to. I can’t keep putting myself through that. I don’t want to lose more friends over this.”

“If I were a nice person who cared about your well-being, I would tell you to leave us ASAP. But since I’m not, I need you to stay, okay? Who else would I make mimosas for at these ‘parties’?” 

You laughed and pulled away. “Nobody.” 

“Exactly!” Marco exclaimed. “And just you being here tonight tells me you don’t actually want to leave.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

“No guessing about it,” Marco stepped back. “You are staying. Now,” He clapped. “Wanna join the losers in the living room for a game of Monopoly?” 

You nodded, sipping your drink. Marco would never know the effect his words had on you. No matter what happened with Eren, you had a place in this group. Sure, Sasha had repeatedly told you the same thing, but hearing it from someone else, who didn’t have to say anything, was special. “I would love to.”

9:02 pm

After Sasha had joined the game and Historia had won Monopoly (thanks to Ymir, who kept slipping her money under the table), the rest of the boys emerged from Connie’s room, bringing the stench of weed along with them. 

“Holy shit! Y/n?” Jean yelled in greeting. The grin on his face was wide, and it caused one to break across your cheeks too. 

“Hi, Jeanie,” You laughed, standing up from the couch. You rounded the table to hug him, ignoring the others. You and Jean had always been close, even before you started dating Eren. Not seeing him because you chose to distance yourself proved more hurtful than beneficial. 

“Haven’t seen you for ages. How are you?” His voice was soft against your ear, and you tightened your arms around him. 

“Been better, but I missed you.” 

“We’re here too, you know,” Connie piped up, rolling his eyes. 

“I saw you this morning, idiot,” You laughed, Jean joining you as you pulled apart. 

You stepped to the right of Jean and scanned the faces of everyone in Connie’s room; Armin, Mikasa, Bertie, Reiner, Eren (sparingly), Connie himself, and—who is she? 

A petite brunette girl stood at Eren’s side. Her features were sharp and tinted pink when you met her eyes. 

You lifted your hand in a lazy wave and turned back to the couch. Your chest tightened at seeing someone you didn’t know hanging out with your group—were they replacing you already? 

Sasha noticed your fidgety hands and grabbed them as you sat next to her. You didn’t look anywhere but at the table. 

The room grew tense and awkward. 

And when nobody spoke, Eren threw his arms up. “I’m getting a beer. Anyone want one?” 

The sound of his voice was cutting. It shredded the weeks of progress you had tried to heal and buried deep into your subconsciousness. You missed his voice. 

Your eyes lifted, and when your gaze landed on him, Eren inhaled sharply. “I’ll have one.” 

Everybody held their breath as you and Eren exchanged words. They never thought they’d see the day, even if it was to be mean to each other. 

Eren’s lip curled. “You sure you don’t want vodka? I heard it’s good for ruining relationships, which you seem great at!”

“Okay! That’s where we end that. Real mature,” Sasha stood abruptly, her hands ripping from yours. “Eren, a word?” 

“Would love one, Sasha,” Eren’’s tone was clipped as he stalked back down the hallway. 

The brunette girl shifted her weight. You watched her stand awkwardly without Eren there. 

You couldn’t move with everyone’s eyes on you. With your muscles frozen, you’re eyes were unblinking as the muffled voices from down the hallway got louder. 

“Y/n, right?” A new voice spoke. You lifted your head and saw the new girl walking hesitantly toward you. “I’m Cate.” 

Your eyes flickered to Jean, who was holding his breath. A small smile replaced your blank stare as you shook the girl’s hand. You couldn’t hate this girl. No matter what happened between you and Eren, she would never be the target of your anger. 

“Nice to meet you.”

Around you, the room started moving normally again. Laughs were heard, and conversation picked back up. After her introduction, Cate scuttered to the kitchen, and you slumped back into the couch. 

“Nice to meet you,” Jean teased, flopping down next to you, lifting his leg to put it over your lap. 

“Shut the fuck up. What was I meant to say?” You snapped, smacking his knee. 

“What you said was fine. Jean’s just being a dick,” Marco said from the other side of you. 

“If anything, Eren’s being a dick,” Jean mumbled. 

You said nothing. And when Jean was going to start speaking again, a pair of legs stopped in front of you. 

The blonde boy looked nervous as he looked down at you. “Hey, Y/n.” 

“Hi, Armin. How are you?” 

He sighed and smiled. “I’m well. How are you?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “You know…” 

Armin nodded and sat on the coffee table in front of you. Your knees hit his as you pouted at him. 

“Armin… why haven’t I seen you in biochem?” You asked, giggling as you said your following sentence. “You didn’t drop out, did you?” 

Armin gaped at your jab and shook his head. “I’m offended at the thought! I had to change classes. It clashed with my other biology class.”

You smiled understandingly. “I guess I was just hurt you didn’t tell me. I know it can be awkward.” 

Armin sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.” 

“I always want to hear from you,” You furrowed your eyebrows. “You’re the only one who listens to my ramblings about everything.” 

Jean and Marco went to object, saying anything about how they’d had heard it all for the past few weeks when Armin laughed. “That’s true. Got anything for me right now?” 

“And that’s when we leave,” Jean stood, motioning for Marco to do the same. “Bye, guys.” 

10:39 pm

To say a majority of the group was intoxicated would be an understatement. 

Ymir and Historia left an hour ago because Historia was on the verge of passing out. Sasha and Eren had gone to different ends of the apartment a while ago after Sasha yelled at him for half an hour. He hadn’t looked in your direction since he came out of the room. 

Eren now sat, with Cate, on the couch, a beer held loosely between his fingers, taking sparse swigs. His eyes were heavy, but his cold facade never wavered. Surrounding him were Bertie, Reiner, Mikasa, Armin, and Annie. They were conversing about the NBA or NFL; you couldn’t remember the topic when you left. 

Conversely, you were perched on the counter in the kitchen as Marco, Jean, Connie, and Sasha competed in a ‘who could make the better drink’, with you as the judge. You were beyond tipsy, everything falling from your lips unfiltered, which was good and bad when tasting their beverages. 

Your face soured as you swallowed. “Fuck, Jean! That’s disgusting!” 

The tall boy cackled, holding his stomach as you tipped the rest of the drink down the sink. “I spent my time on that! You're so ungrateful!” 

The rest of the group laughed at your misfortune, pushing various shaped cups and glasses in your direction for you to try. 

The laughter soon died when Cate walked into the kitchen. She wore a smile on her face and waved when she noticed everyone’s eyes on her. “Hey, guys. What’re you doing?” 

“Best drink competition, wanna play? Y/n’s judging,” Connie asked, his eyes hanging and words slurred. 

“Uh, yes! I’ll make mine now. No peeking!” She laughed, picking up a random cup off the opposite counter. You and the others covered your eyes playfully. 

“Okay, done,” Cate muttered, handing you a black cup. “Tell me what you think.” 

Maybe it was the alcohol playing tricks on you, but when she handed you the cup, the typical mischief you’d encountered in everyone else’s eyes when they gave you their drinks was far less dark and cynical than hers. Cate wore a smirk as Jean did, but it seemed more calculated than his silly one. But your drunk brain was too dismissive to take it to heart. So, you took a sip of her drink. 

And when the sharp tang of vodka hit your tongue, you almost vomited. Your lips parted, and your eyes watered at the taste and what it had caused you weeks ago. 

“Bitch,” You whispered, yet nobody heard. 

The kitchen was silent as Cate stood before you, arms folded over her chest. She leaned closer to you, her mouth next to your ear. “It’s a shame. You’re so pretty but such a cunt. I almost feel bad for the guy. He had to tolerate you for so long. Thanks for letting me have him.” 

And as Cate fell back onto her heels, she sighed, like uttering those words filled her with relief. 

Sasha instantly recognised the look on your face and gasped. Even in her drunken haze, she had perfect aim. Her palm came in contact with Cate’s cheek before the boys could even react, and you took no notice of what had just happened, gaze unfocused and on the floor. 

“Woah!” Connie yelled, placing his glass in the sink to hold back his best friend. 

“Sasha, what?” Jean exclaimed, hooking his arms around Cate’s from behind. 

And Marco was silent. He stood beside you, taking the cup from your hands and sniffing the liquid. He sighed when he recognised the smell. “Fuck.” He whispered. 

“You’re never allowed back into my house! Get out!” Sasha screamed. “Or you’ll finally get to see the crazy bitch you’ve been calling me for a month!” 

The commotion had finally caused a reaction from the group in the living room, who were now flooding the space. The music was quiet, which made the scene more tense.

“What the fuck is going on?” Reiner yelled over the arguing, taking notice of Cate in Jean’s arms and Sasha in Connie's. 

“Let go of me, Connie!” Sasha cried. She now had tears streaming down her face at the same rate as you. 

You were dissociating; Sasha could see it clear as day. Your hands shook, and your eyes were unfocused as you stared at the floor, your body swaying ever so slightly. 

“Please, let me go.” 

Having heard the plea and sadness in Sasha’s voice, Connie released her. The girl stumbled out of his hold and rushed toward you, helping you off the counter with Marco’s assistance. She ushered you back into the living room and down the hallway to her room. 

“Let go of Cate, bro,” Eren snapped, stepping forward to reach her. 

Jean threw his friend a glare. “Okay, bro,” Jean laughed bitterly and let go of the brunette. 

Nobody in the kitchen said a word except for Marco, who had had enough awkward silences tonight. 

“Before you go, Eren, because you tend to do that a lot now, I’d take a good, hard look at who you’re keeping company,” Marco shifted his gaze to Cate, who stood rubbing her arms. 

“Me? You think this is my fault? That girl is insane! No wonder you broke up, Ren,” She looked up at Eren. 

The other boys, Mikasa and Annie, watched anxiously for Eren’s next move. 

11:00 pm

Meanwhile, you were in Sasha’s room sipping on a water bottle she handed you. Despite the short time, you were already starting to sober up, both from the shock of what just happened and the granola bar Sasha had forced down your throat after she locked her bedroom door. 

“God, I hate her. I tried to keep quiet tonight for Eren’s sake, but I can’t, not after that,” Sasha mumbled. “What did she say to you?” 

“Uh,” You bit your bottom lip. “She called me a cunt and thanked me for giving her Eren or something. I don’t know. I zoned out.” 

Sasha let out a noise of frustration. “If I could punch Eren, I would. He has some serious nerve bringing her here when he knew you were coming.” 

“It’s no big deal. I mean, it’s true,” You said tonelessly. “I did some fucked up stuff to him that night.” 

“Firstly, shut up! You’re not a cunt, how are you? You got the courage to come here in the first place, and I’m so proud of you. Just because one girl, who must hate women, said that about you doesn’t mean you are one. It's a reflection of her, not you. And secondly, he said shit too! You’re both in the wrong. Stop taking all the blame.” 

“Thanks, Sash.” 

“You know what I mean. It’s bullshit. I hate that people took sides; I really do. It makes me feel like our group wasn’t as close as I thought.”

You placed your hand in hers. “I’m sorry for fucking up our friend group.”

Sasha sighed. “You didn’t fuck it up,” her eyes were glassy when she looked at you. “I think it was already fucked up.” 

Her statement made you laugh sadly. 

But your laugh was cut short by the sound of the front door slamming. You shared a look with Sasha as you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. 

“That’s probably Jean. Bet Eren left,” Sasha mumbled, squeezing your hand before straightening up from her bed. 

And as she opened the door, nothing could prepare you for who was standing there with his fist raised to knock. 

“Oh my god,” Sasha groaned. “Have you finally decided to talk to her? All it took was some girl to insult her for you to want to speak with her?” 

Every muscle in your body was unmoving. It was like someone had poured ice water over your head. If you hadn’t sobered up from the snack and water before, you definitely had now. 

“Sasha, please,” Eren whispered. Even though he towered over Sasha, Eren looked small. He was curled in on himself, shoulders hunched. 

“It’s okay, Sash,” You stated, noticing how Eren’s demeanour changed at your words. He looked almost the same as when you were together, ganging up on your friends to tease them lovingly. 

“Fine,” Sasha said firmly. Then she brought her finger to Eren’s chest. “But if you make her cry, I will strangle you.” 

Eren just nodded, knowing it wasn’t the time to joke around. Sasha side-stepped to let him inside her room before turning around and holding the door handle.

“I will shut this door for privacy only. I don’t want to walk in here later to see you’ve killed each other,” Despite her words, Sasha smiled as she said so. 

“Bye, Sash,” You wave, hyperaware of Eren standing a few feet away. 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

And when the door clicked shut, Eren shifted in his spot. You waited for him to speak, but it never came. You guessed his conversation with Sasha earlier in the night had put him in his place.

“Where do you wanna start?” You asked, choosing to help him sort out his thoughts instead of attacking him immediately. 

Eren, seemingly grateful, fidgeted with his hands. “I want to talk about the party first.” 

You nodded, looking away from him. 

“I wanna start by saying we both had too much to drink that night. I should’ve never tried to find you afterwards; I was just so confused and hurt,” Only then did Eren glance in your direction. You met his eyes and shook your head. “I want to hear your side, but could I say my piece first?” 

You nodded, allowing him to continue. 

“Thanks,” He sighed with a crooked smile and shook his head softly to rid it. “Anyway, I, uh—that night went downhill so fast. I know they say that drunk words are sober thoughts, I know. But at that moment, I was so angry. I was angry at myself, you, and everyone else at that damn party because I—I couldn't take the questions, and the expectations, and the responsibilities. And you’re right. I am immature because I couldn’t understand why you made that choice, and I still don’t understand why you did. It just hurt me so deeply that I didn’t know how to accept it. I still don’t!"

"I stumbled around all night with that damn bottle of vodka because I knew you liked it, and when I saw you with the same bottle dancing with Sasha, I snapped. I couldn't believe you were having fun after hurting me so badly," Eren paced the floor. “But I can’t move on from you, sweetheart. I really can’t. And tonight,” He sighed deeply. “I don’t know why I brought her here. I guess I just wanted you to hurt as much as I do. But, if I knew she would act like that toward you, I never would've spoken to her in the first place. I’m sorry for that.” 

Tears brimmed your lash line as you nodded. Eren remained near the door. 

“I—uh, I’m sorry for everything I said too. Yes, you can be immature, but you’re not arrogant or aloof when speaking about serious stuff; you're doing it right now. And I’m sorry for doubting your love for me—in hindsight, it was a shitty thing to say considering…” You trailed off.

Eren stayed silent.

“I literally hung you out to dry in front of everyone, and you're still here trying to make amends with me!" You exclaimed, angry with yourself. "That's like one of the least immature things ever."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "That night scared the shit out of me, with all the talk about the future and what we’re going to do when we graduate literally next semester. Eren,” You look up at him. “I don’t have any plan. I’m going to finish my degree, and then what? I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to see my friends once a year because we’re all on different sides of the country, of the world! I want to stay here with the lunatics out there and you.”

The sudden confession made you pause. Eren inhaled sharply, meeting your eyes. You swallowed and continued. “I always wanted to stay with you.” 

Neither of you spoke. As you stared at each other, you noticed small things about Eren’s appearance that hadn’t been there the last time you’d seen him: the flyaways near his face were longer, his usual clean-shaven jaw was lightly stubbled, his black t-shirt was tighter around his arms, and the green in his eyes was darker. 

Eren broke the silence first. “I just want to know why you said no,” He begged. 

You were waiting for this question. Sure, Eren had asked it when you’d first answered his initial question, but now, he deserved an explanation. He hadn’t been angry at your answer, more heartbroken than anything. 

“You say you want to stay with me forever, yet you say no at the first real chance to do that.” 

You blinked, and tears fell down your cheeks. “I know,” Your voice was strained as you wiped at your eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

The bed dipped beside you, and Eren’s thigh pressed against yours. And as you hiccuped, Eren wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into him. 

“It’s my biggest regret, saying no to you. I couldn't believe you’d actually want me like that.” 

“Of course, I want you like that. I want you in every way if you’d let me. But until you say the word, I’m not acting on anything you don’t want me to.”

You lifted your head from his chest and turned toward him. His arm fell from your shoulders, and you took his hands in yours. 

“If you asked me again, just know I’d say yes,” You cried. “That night… that night was among the very few when I didn’t believe you were real. There is absolutely no way that someone could love me the way you do. Nobody. I believed I would never be loved like that from a very young age. And it was confusing when you came into my life and told me differently after I'd spent years drilling into my mind that I’d be alone forever.” 

“I was terrified that saying yes meant I was falling for some cruel joke,” Eren’s hand hovered over your cheek before you tilted your face to rest in his hand. “But now that you’re still here, still wanting to marry me after I said all those horrible things to you, I know what you feel is true. You’re true.” 

Eren laughed, eyes watery as he nodded. “That doesn't make sense. But, yeah, I’m real, and my love for you will always be real.” 

"It only took a failed proposal for me to realise what I lost," You cringed, peering over at Eren.

He gave you a pained expression, hand over his chest. "Ouch, at my expense?"

You nodded, dragging your hand over your cheeks. "Unfortunately."

And just like that, the pair of you fell back in sync. Eren wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you close. "I know we still have a lot to talk about, but can we just sit here for now?"

"Yeah," You whispered, circling your arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier in the living room," Eren muttered.

"It's okay. I was ready to say something mean back before Sasha interrupted. So I'll apologise for the intent."

Eren snorted. "I don't think anything you say to me could stop me from loving you."

"Even when I yell at you for leaving dishes in the sink?"

"Especially then," And then you felt him lick your cheek.

"And he's back," You mumble, wiping the side of your face. "I was starting to miss the weird side of you."

"Not my fault."

"Too soon."

You pulled yourself out of his embrace and composed yourself, wiping under your eyes and shaking your arms.

“Let’s start over,” Sticking your hand out, you sighed. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” 

Eren shook his head and clutched your outstretched hand. “Hi, Y/n. I’m Eren. I hope you don’t mind, but I will propose about a month into our inevitable relationship.” 

You smiled at him, tears slipping past your lashes again. “And this time, I’ll say yes, Mr Jaeger.” 

“Hey, I never told you my last name.” 

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if we're talking about fob songs and sorry it's locked, may I suggest "American beauty/American Psycho"

specifically the lines

"I think I fell in love again, maybe I just took too much cough medicine"

"us we were pity sex, nothing more and nothing less"

and "all those dirty thoughts of me, they were never yours to keep"

ooooooooooooo so trueeee, it works for so much of S,IL honestly, like there are some lines that work for Jay and Tim, some for Jay and Alex in uni, some for Jay and Alex during MH, like. Perfect

little lyric analysis thingy under the thingy bobber

"I think I fell in love again, Maybe I just took too much cough medicine" Like, this one feels like Jay and Tim, specifically how I first planned to write them getting together which was gonna take a lot longer, because Jay was basically gonna go the Alex route and refuse to believe he liked Tim (tho not because he didn't wanna be gay, just because he still felt really fucking hurt by everything that happened with Alex) like, he was gonna make all sorts of ridiculous excuses for ages about why he couldn't possibly like Tim in that way. And I did kinda keep that in a little bit in chapter 3 of S,IL i think, just not to the same extent as i had it in the original plan.

The idea of Jay blaming medicine for his feelings towards Tim could be so interesting though, especially with the whole thing about Tim sharing his meds with Jay after they ran into the Operator in entry 72 and Jay had his seizure. Like, idk it feels like the kinda straws Jay would grasp at (especially since he seems to resistant to getting professional help for anything) as another excuse he'd use to avoid going to the doctors to get medication of his own.

"I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet, The best worst thing" This line is definitely Jay and Alex in uni, it just is. They are both the best worst things that have happened to each other. Nearly all their problems stem from each other and their relationships over the years, whether that's platonic or sexual or whatever. And like, yeah Alex would probably have ended up getting tangled up with the Operator no matter what, but I do feel like everything would have been different (in S,IL as well as the canon) if he and Jay hadn't been as close as they were/known each other. because without Jay rediscovering the tapes Alex gave him, the MH youtube channel wouldn't have happened and Jay would most likely have just gone on with his life none the wiser, same with Tim. Brian would probably have been the only one still in at least a similar situation.

Also "best worst thing" is a weirdly nice descriptor, it scratches my brain a lot. And "best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet" is perfect for main series Jaylex because like, the best worst thing that will ever happen to Jay? Dying in Alex's arms (cos that's what i wanna happen in S,IL. I want Jay to die in Alex's arms with Alex crying and telling him he loves him)

"You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out" is just chapter 3 of If It Ain't Broken lol. Like, literally this is what happens in that Chapter (which i should be uploading tomorrow? Maybe tonight but most likely tomorrow). Jay talks to his friends and only really tells them half of the truth and keeps the rest for himself so that he doesn't look like a bad person. its great. he's such a little bastard man and I love him. "And as we're drifting off to sleep, All those dirty thoughts of me, They were never yours to keep" Just like Alex in general wasn't Jay's to keep, especially not after what I have planned for chapter 6 :DDDD but like, to me this feels like it just kinda ties in with all of the stuff Jay and Alex avoided. Like, they never fucked in a bed, Jay never slept over after they hooked up, Alex never used sweet pet names with Jay unless it's during aftercare where he can pass it off as 'just being a good dom' and not have to own his words etc. Like, idk why that lyric just feels like the same kinda thing as all those.

"Us, we were pity sex, nothing more and nothing less" is Alex downplaying everything that happened in chapter 1 of S,IL. Like, you now in chapter 2 where he tells Jay he only called him baby and stuff like that because he was pretending he was Amy? That. It's Alex pretending that them sleeping together again, in a bed this time, and Jay staying there overnight didn't mean anything when really they did. They meant a whole lot to him, but then he realised it had been a bad idea because it'd make Jay get attached to him again and make Jay even more dead set on finding out what's going on, so he had to scramble for something to drive Jay away all over again.

[almondmlkbtch]

keeping out of binge territory — personal reminders & ideas that have helped me

- 1-2 “maintenance” days for every -3500 deficit mark (minimum)

- “maintenance” day = anywhere from -800 to -500 deficit for me. i am usually trying for -1000+ deficit daily. i get discouraged if i do a real maintenance day (zero deficit) that’s the sickness in me lmao. aiming for a couple days of -500 deficit— usually enough to satisfy me & get back on track if im really feeling like binging. that is subject to change tho lol.. depends on how hard im going with fasting & exercise.

- remember to incorporate more volume meals like salads, veggie bowls, etc. — in general & especially when feeling a binge coming on. sometimes i forget that this actually helps. im hungry i think, im gonna binge, nothing will help. binging is such a helpless feeling. but even if i just sauté some broccoli or veggies with egg whites— the difference it makes. you’d be surprised. before you surrender to a binge, at least try to make something healthy to eat.

- max 1 meal or snack a day that includes calories which cannot be counted (so no take out, only certain foods from work like salads, etc) in GENERAL keep to calories that can be counted so home cooked meals only, small exceptions like salads or tiny snacks can be made in emergency if afraid of binging, lol. i will fall into the trap of eating things i cant count and this puts me in “fuck it” territory with counting calories. which leads to binging because i could be under calories or over, idk bc idk what’s in that salad dressing or half a sandwich or whatever it is im eating bc i didnt take the time to prep my lunch for work

- similarly ^ minimize processed foods — 1 item per day max— … protein bars/snacks lead to binges, are not as filling/satisfying during binges, they just make things worse tbh

- HYDRATE — need to hydrate to feel ok when cutting cals AND fasting AND exercising. up the Powerade zeros, vitamin waters, gatorade zeros, etc, whatever it takes, have a variety on hand

- food diaries !!! this one is SO important to me— rly what my blog is for— tho i have more extensive entries in my notes app. it’s a huge part of manifesting. without it i dont think i’d have the confidence to continue when things get difficult— but also it rly truly helps you get past challenges when you actually think through things & reflect. like what is holding me back rn? why did i feel like binging today? or did i not— why is that? did i eat more fat? did more carbs in the morning help me get through the shift without eating as much? what is helping/hurting? so helpful. any time i stop journaling i really come up against more challenges.

- make a list of foods/meals want to binge on & come up with a healthy replacement version i am going to do this tonight probably & post some ideas

- also ^ variety in food & meals — get creative — again, makes it fun, distracts from eating less

- prep healthiest meals of the day to eat at work & show it off.. lol… this one is sick but it’s just such a high to eat something healthy to eat during a shift and everyone see.. and i work in a cafe sometimes my coworkers will giggle at my tiny meals/comment on healthy they are.. it rly helps. but i gotta start to do something that’s not just a yogurt & carrots, like i need a whole ass salad or something filling, i been tempted to binge at work lol. this one is specific to me hahaha i just rly think it will help

- practice mindful eating — ig this should be at the top of the list LMAO but i have a hard time sticking to this every meal. when im eating at work on break it’s my only chance to take my mind off work so i tend to go on my phone while i eat. but getting in the habit of this is sooo helpful, even if just one mindful meal a day. enjoying my meals helps me feel satisfied and start my fasts from a feeling of abundance. and how you start a fast is really important i think to sticking it through. if you start it feeling like you didn’t eat or can’t eat, you won’t finish it, or you’ll be slogging through.

✨ short list i wrote out for myself today. i got off track after 2 binges one of which had me in -500 deficit which RLY hit my confidence and made me wanna get off track. i wanna keep going and challenging myself but i realized i gotta be smart if i wanna sustain my faster pace. it’s nice that i went so long without binging but, if u have a fast pace with stuff like this, it’s easy to get ahead of urself and get into binge territory. these r some reminders that help me keep on track, still be able to challenge myself while also being realistic abt how much i can push myself✨

[eldrbraus]

here we go again.

TWISTED WONDERLAND BOOK 7 CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS.

a small summary with the most important parts and not a dialogue translation. once again, dont trust me a lot on the dialogue parts as this is more of a general summary of what happened. also its a live reaction for the most part so its not exactly super coherent.

·we begin the chapter on idias room, and... ortho is calling him on his phone?

·idia is extremely confused because ortho is supposed to be with him at the nrc but apparently ortho is in the rsa...? hes a student there and its the day of the opening ceremony for both schools, huh! so apparently ortho is alive now. cool cool cool.

·this has to be a dream.

·idia is just as confused as we are honestly, it takes him a while to understand whats happening but everything seems to fall into place after a while

·oh he got a message from crimson muscle ;; they talk about games and something and basically still talk about how they are both going to an event tonight but wont connect the dots www

·they play all day until night and then idia puts on his robes and holy shit hes actually going to the ceremony himself and not by tablet lmao

·idia finds malleus on his way to the mirrors chamber and... malleus has his gao gao all grown up? even when the dragon cant technically do that, its weird. the both of them nerd a lot about the game and apparently idia and malleus have a really good relationship

·yeah this is most definitely a dream because malleus actually went to the ceremony and took the diasomnia students himself instead of lilia ww

·idia comes back to the dorm after all of that and talks with ortho again. apparently rsa is pretty similar to nrc [roomates are the same, theres dormleaders...], except people are actually nice in there www

·we switch pow to yuu/grim [yuu had the sleeping beauty vision just now, aurora was almost stung by the needle]

·they are in a different room in the ramshackle dorm? but they remember the whole thing with the overblot, unlike idia

·they are trying to get out but... apparently cant and now all the furniture is alive. what.

·if this is yuus dream im going to ask myself what the fuck was yuu smoking before they fell asleep honestly

·oh grim ate... something? [grim stop eating random shit i beg of you] and became a gigant but came back to normal after a little while

·yuu says that all of this made them remember what mickey said and... mickey appears ww [a friend told me that the music when mickey appears is... kingdom hearts music? no idea i didnt play the game]

·apparently yuu and grim are on mickeys... dream? dimension? no idea

·they all talk about a little bit of everything, about how yuu is trying to go back to their world, and apparently mickey doesnt have/uses magic so he also has no idea why the room is alive rn. ok great.

·mickey says that he only goes to that world when hes asleep, and now yuu is worried about that because if this is a dream... where the fuck is their body? in diasomnia still?

·a phone rings? and mickey disappears because hes waking up :(

·a lot of blot appears and theres like... a new type of monster and this mf has 50k HP help

·grim is slowly getting out of magic and wants to protect yuu but he cant, poor kitty

·holy shit silver appeared and rescued yuu and grim with... his UM! it got revealed! the name is “Meet in a dream”

·we switch pow to... ortho! who apparently is sleeping in his body BUT hes also on the internet because his consciousness is not tied up to his body ww. we kinda predicted this one

·ortho is trying to wake idia using all the devices on his room but nothing works. he goes around the island and everything is dark, full of thorns and blot and everyone, even the animals, are asleep :(

·apparently even time has stopped??? malleus is op as fuck, even ortho is worried about that

·he tries to contact STYX of course but all communications are just cut off from the exterior... my poor son is all alone

·he says something about an... anthena???? that hes gonna use to get into STYX... internet ig??? lmao something like that. he uses that to go to STYX via the internet apparently ww

·aand we switch pov to STYX where a man with a helmet is kind of nervous, with all the personel. so they do know about the whole thing already, huh

·holy shit they are saying everyone might be dead lmao. so negative-

·oh wait another character appeared, this time a woman with a helmet saying that they musnt lose hope just yet. im betting my everything they are idias parents.

·YUP. THEY ARE. damn the mom is a catgirl ww

·its a shame their heads are covered up

·ortho arrived! [its a call, ortho is not physically on STYX] god this is so cute we get a lot of famiy talk, the mom was so worried about both shroud brothers ;;

·ortho explains everything and something something, apparently the parents said that they should wait for malleus magic to run out but then they remembered that fae get their power from the nature so malleus magic could last forever and it could even EXPAND EVEN MORE. shit.

·they want to contact Briar Valley! cool, lets see those fae folk.

·ortho says “nam fam i got this” and that his parents need to make him new gear, and the mom refuses dsfkjbnsdjfknd she says its too dangerous but ortho said he would take the cerberus with him if they dont do it. bitch if that was my mother i would be SO grounded. the mom agrees after ortho disappears but shes that she will remember this ww

·some time pases and the gear is ready so ortho comes back and the mom yells at him that he shouldnt have hang up the call because you cant hung up your mom like that WWWW.

·the mom told ortho to not tell idia about the fact that she can get into idias pc anytime she wants [because she used that to get the new ortho gear blueprint], but he tells her that idia will know the moment ortho appears in front of him with his gear WWWWWWWWWW why are they so funny help

·orthos mind gets into the gear and hes now physically in STYX on his new body... aww the shroud hug and the parents tell him that both of the shroud brothers are their children even if ortho is an android and to be careful im going to fucking cry.

·we are back to silver/yuu/grim pov and after silver helped them, they are just... fucking falling down from the sky what the fuck

·silver made an spell so they fall to the ground without dying ww

·they are in diasomnia now, and silver says that this is all a dream but that he doesnt know whos person is. apparently he has seen mickey before on his dreams, which he finds weird because his UM can only make him go to the dreams of people he knows

·smth smth about exams, not really important

·silver comments how he cant choose the dream hes going to end up in, but that he can find out because a bird (?) flies next to the host of the dream, and... soon they find sebek with a bird (?) so this is sebeks dream

·silver is taken by sebek to a party they are doing because lilia and malleus finally choose where are they going in their fourth year...? grim asks if this is the farewell party for lilia again, because of the whole “he doesnt have magic now” and sebek is super offended that grim thinks lilia doesnt have magic now WWWWW

·malleus is going to do his fourth year to the country of heroes (?) and lilia to the country of the crimson dragon, silver asks lilia if he would go back to their house once his fourth year is done and lilia says of course because thats his home ;;

·silver cant take it anymore and said that this is all a farce, a dream... and that he would like for lilia to go back to this house with him but he doubts lilia will be alive by then holy shit silver ;;;;;

·he tells sebek to remember everything and that this is not reality but no one listens to him. he keeps going on this and malleus completely loses it uh

·he screams that he knows the three of them are awake and that they shouldnt try and ruin (?) the dreams and 

·sebek goes to defend malleus and challenges silver to a fight! nooooooo my son ;;

·while they fight sebek begins to remember everything and finally sees malleus overblot so he stops

·the four of them wake up and fight overblot malleus once again, but once again they lose and... silver asks the three of them to hold his hand (sebek complained about it but did it anyways), screen goes black

·apparently malleus tried to make them sleep more deeply so they wouldnt wake up this time, and its working because silver is having a hard time trying to use his magic... but the ring that lilia gave him is shining in the dark! so he follows that and

·the four of them appear in a forest... wait its the sleeping beauty forest! so this has to be briar valley!

·suddenly soldiers appear, with masks... they are 100% fae because they are talking in a language only sebek understands ww

·PAST LILIA APPEARED IT HAS TO BE HIM BECAUSE HE IS SMOL AND HAS THE RED-BLACK HAIR HELP [he has a mask so we cant see his face!]

·he told them “shut up, humans” so mean.... its confirmed that they are on lilias dream...

and the fucking chapter ends. HELP. how am i supposed to wait months for more this was so shorttttt ;;

and lilia looked so good in that outfit FUCKKK I NEED MORE.

[menacing-menace-rat]

Hope you mind me (same guy that asked the au batman/Moon Knight request) asking for continuations but I'd defs like to see more of the Batman (having Steven and Jake personalities from Moon Knight) au cause srsly loved it.

Maybe this time from Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Barbara Gordon's perspective this time if thats okay.

Also for extra lore bit, if I can add, whenever there is a public rich meeting or something like that or just something for the public in general, Steven Grant is always in control, he just goes by Bruce's name in the public eye. It just so happens that no one else in the public eye knows about Bruce's condition.

Hey welcome back! I think I have an idea you are gonna like. Hope you enjoy!

       The boys were out on a training mission with Conner and Wally leaving just the girls home. This was the first time in a long time so they decided to have a girls night in. Barbara made some popcorn while Stephanie picked out some movies. Cassandra was tasked with getting some blankets and pillows for the sofa. 

        Bruce hadn't seen the girls act like this in years; they were mostly adults and here they were giggling and joking about boys like they were kids again. 

        “I'm just happy they can relax like this still.” Steven mumbled softly to Bruce. He couldn't help but nod in agreement. 

         “They won't be able to for long if one of those Arkham nuts escapes tonight. I kept telling you Bruce, my boy you just need to kill the bad guys and your kids can always have this much fun. You wouldn't have to militarize grade schoolers.” Jake hissed. If he had it his way Arkham would be a ghost town, in more ways than one.

         “Give it a rest. That kind of talk is why I can't let you go on patrol.” Bruce jabs back as he sticks his hands in his pockets and leans against the doorframe, watching Barbara set the popcorn in her lap and wheel herself towards the living room.

          “That wouldn't have happened either.” Jake whispers insidiously. 

         “That's enough out of you!” Steven jumps in. Normally Steven wouldn't dare interject while Bruce and Jake were fighting but this was a sensitive subject for them all. 

       “No, no it's not! You and Bruce may not think it but I love these kids too and it killed me to see her in that hospital bed! If Bruce had been man enough to-”

        “Bruce? Wanna hang out with us?” Barbara's voice interrupted Jake mid rant. Bruce perks up and grins down at her. “You know I would but I have an important dinner in a few hours. Maybe Steven would like to.” He hardly has enough time to finish his own sentence before Steven takes over. 

         “I'd love to!” he says in his very distinctive London accent. 

          It wasn't long before Cass, Stephanie, Barbara, and Steven sat on the large sectional couch watching legally blonde. Jake poked fun at the movie and talked about how hot Reese Witherspoon was the whole time. 

       Barbara painted Cass's nails as they only vaguely listened to the movie. 

         “This burgundy is nice but I wish you would have let me use that pretty Robin's egg blue.” Barbara lamented. Cass just shook her head no as she took another handful of popcorn into her mouth. 

         “Steven let me paint your nails for you.” Stephanie says as she presents a very glittery pink polish to him.

         “Oh that's really sweet Steph but Bruce has a dinner thing later.” Steven says with apprehension.

           “Come on uncle Steven, we can take it off before you guys have to leave.” Stephanie begs. He was hesitant but how often does he get to bond with them like this? 

        “Oh alright.” He relents. She wasted no time as she painted his nails in the most gaudy shade of pink the world has ever seen. It was nice though. Jake was cursing the color choice while Bruce seemed to be far away. He was probably just trying to rest before the dinner. 

          The evening winded down and everyone split off in different directions to do their own thing. Steven showered and got around. He unfortunately didn't have enough time to take the nail polish off before leaving.

          ------

The dinner was going well. The nails frankly were a smash hit with the ladies, much to Jake's excitement. Steven really shined in these situations. His shy charm made Bruce seem more approachable and kind. 

       “So many kids! It's so hard to find such a family oriented man in this city.” A gorgeous redhead remarked.

        “They mean the world to me, they really do. Sure each one comes with their own unique challenges but every kid deserves to have a partner willing to try to make them feel safe and cared for. Oh sorry about that. I can get a little emotional about them.” He said as he rubbed the back of his head feeling a little embarrassed over how much he gushed over his kids. “Oh look here, my youngest girl did this to my nails.” He says as he offers her his hand to look at. 

       “Oh Bruce, that's so sweet!” She exclaimed. Most of the women at the table admired Stephen's handy work that night. If not just for the opportunity to hold Bruce Wayne's hand. 

         The dinner had finished and ‘Bruce’ accompanied by about 6 models were heading to his car to go to a club. The paparazzi took  hundreds of pictures as they made the walk from the restaurant. Steven was careful to keep his hands in his pockets. 

          Steven is good at chatting but moments like these with flashing lights and yelling really called for Bruce. So for the first time that evening the man himself came to the surface. 

          When Steven is in control he doesn't feel the need to wait just behind him, peeking over Steven's shoulder to observe his every move. He trusts Steven knows what to say and not say. 

         Poor Bruce was not privy to tonight's earlier activities and when he raised his hand to cover his eyes from the flash of a camera he was very surprised to see the Barbie pink polish on him. 

        The image circulated quickly, billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne staring absolutely gobsmacked at his own pink cladded hand. The picture made the rounds as a meme for a few months, most of which were made by Tim himself.

 I never know how to end these. 😅

I have a very long ask coming about all of the founding members of the justice league. It's taking longer then I thought but it's in the works. My requests are still open and I should be getting to them much faster. Now that I know how to view them. 🤓

[midnightshard06]

Flufftober Day 13

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/128362231

Summary: Sonic apparently agreed to hang out with Amy for the day, but at the last minute pushes the day onto Super. Super is sort of off put but the whole thing but Amy is nice enough he supposes.

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1200 words

@flufftober

“Sonic you get back in control right now.” Super hissed, darting his eyes around to see if the person Sonic had come here to meet was around. There was no response and Super pinned his ears down. “You cannot use me to get out of hanging out with A-”

“Super?” Super turned around and saw Amy, who looked not nearly as confused as Super thought she would be. In fact she looked sort of unsurprised at the whole thing.

“Yeah.” Was all he could really think to say. He’d not interacted much with Amy really. Of all the people that knew about him and had been around when he was first causing trouble, he’d seen her the least. That unfortunately left him at a loss of what to do since Sonic had forced him into control to apparently deal with her. He was starting to almost feel bad about the times he made Sonic deal with a social situation he didn’t wanna deal with. Almost.

Amy just sighed. “Is Sonic just trying to get out of this again?”

“I don’t know.” Super shuffled his feet. “He didn’t say anything before pushing me into control.” He grinned. “I’m so gonna tease him about this later though.”

Amy shook her head fondly. “I can’t say I’m surprised he used you to get out of this. Well.” She clapped her hands together. “Since Sonic doesn’t want to appreciate the day I had planned, why don’t I take you with me instead?”

“Like a date? Cause I think that’s what he was mumbling about or whatever last night.” Super’s grin slipped on his face and he crossed his arms. He felt sort of uncomfortable at the prospect of a date. Not because it was Amy really, but just the idea in general.

“No no!” Amy waved her hands in front of her. “Nothing like that. Just us hanging out as friends. I know we don’t talk much but someone should benefit from my planning if Sonic doesn’t want to.”

He considered that for a moment. Sonic and Tails did want him to socialize more and hanging out with Amy for the day wasn’t the worst thing he supposed. Plus if Sonic wanted to pawn the other hedgehog off on him he might as well enjoy himself right? There would be a lot of people but screw it. He could handle some people. With a deep breath he nodded. “Fine. Since you’re so insistent.”

Amy smiled and tentatively grabbed his arm. He stiffened a bit, but forced himself to relax. Once he did Amy started leading him to wherever it was they were going. “Thanks for agreeing Super. I’ll have to give Sonic a piece of my mind the next time I see him.” 

“Eh it’s no problem. Was already here anyway. Not like Tails is expecting us back til tonight either.” Super tried to shrug casually but the movement was stiff. Amy kindly didn’t comment on that.

As Amy led him around to various places around Apatos, where the trio had been stopping when Amy had come across them, Super had plenty of time to think. That typically didn’t lead to good things. Though today the main thing occupying his mind was why was Amy being so nice to him? Sure Sonic’s other friends had been pretty nice to him… mostly but he barely saw Amy. Yet here she was treating him like an old friend. Pointing out things about Apatos that Super genuinely listened to. Trying to be careful of his boundaries. It was weird and Super couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. Of course Sonic was of no help at the moment, so Super was on his own to figure this out.

The two stopped for lunch and Amy insisted on paying. Super really didn’t try to protest; she was just so insistent and Super didn’t even know how to say otherwise anyway. Not like he really needed anything, but Amy insisted he eat a little something at least. Something about feeling bad if she was the only one eating. Super quietly ordered a chili dog, much to Amy’s apparent amusement. 

“So do you like the same things Sonic does foodwise?” Amy asked after the waiter had left.

Super awkwardly shrugged. A few people had been giving the two odd looks, well mostly him, and it was sort of making him uncomfortable. It was a battle to not snap at them. “Some things are the same. We found out that I can handle spice way better than Sonic though.” He chuckled briefly before coughing into his hand to intentionally cut it off. “It was an interesting day.”

“I’d bet.” Amy smiled. “So, have you been enjoying your trip so far?”

“Yeah it’s been… nice to see the world.” Super hummed. He’d gotten to see a lot so far on his world trip with Sonic and Tails. Of course not everything had gone smoothly but for the most part it had been nice.  Even with the periodic breaks he had to take to go train with Shadow.

Amy nodded but didn’t say anything else. Maybe she could tell that he didn’t really want to chat right now. Eventually their food came and Super enjoyed his chili dog while Amy had some local dish. He mentally hoped that Sonic was at least a little jealous of the food, if he was even paying any attention. 

On their way out of the restaurant Amy glared at the people who had been shooting Super looks. That surprised him a lot, but it was kinda nice. Though he hadn’t even known she’d noticed since he didn’t say anything. Once they were out Super mentally prepared himself to survive the rest of this hang out; the first part had been pretty draining already. “Hey.” Amy caught his attention. He hummed. “I can tell you’re not really into this. If you want we can call it here.” 

Once again the other hedgehog had surprised him. Was he really being so obvious though? He pushed the thought away, that didn’t matter. What did matter is that she’d given him an out and he should probably take it. Things were starting to get a bit overwhelming and he didn’t wanna risk his stress translating into him hurting someone. “I- yeah.” He sighed, still having no idea how to talk to her.

“Don’t worry about it.” She waved off his unspoken apology. “Just promise me one thing?”

“What’s that?” Super asked, curious.

“Make sure to let Sonic know that next time he can’t hide behind you to get out of something he promised to do.” Amy had a slightly intimidating energy about her and Super had the feeling that Sonic would deeply regret it if he didn’t keep his word next time.

He grinned. “Threatening someone? Now that’s something I can do.”

Amy shook her head, but there was a smile on her face. “Well it was nice getting to hang out with you Super. I hope you have a great time on the rest of your trip!” She waved as she walked off, leaving Super alone. He sighed deeply. He’d make sure Sonic would regret doing this but it hadn’t been too bad. Since he didn’t really want to think about the day too much right now he instead opted to plot some revenge on his casual walk back to the hotel they were staying at. Yeah, Sonic would live to regret this��

[storiesofsvu]

happy law and order thursday!!

Okay, city tv has registered that I’m not actually in Toronto and now we’re back to the backwards viewing order…

OC first:

My goldfish brain has half forgotten if we’ve seen this blonde dude before or if I just know him from somewhere else.

There’s so much goddamn tension between bell and the other captain, like there is no way they haven’t fucked…

Ugghh mama bear belllll…. Heck yes to these parents watching out for their kids, nothing gets past them lol.

Still don’t like/understand jet using air pods instead of official ear pieces…

Okay, yes Reyes was on his way to blowing the op, but jet didn’t need to jump right in, she kinda fucked the whole thing up.

Bruh… is that bitch dead? Do we need to start reminding the younger generations they need therapy too?

Okay, good, shrink time it is! Bonus that it’s Ayanna’s personal shrink, not department, a: more personal. B: proves that she’s in therapy and we know she likely needs it.

They might be exes, they might be frenemies, but they certainly do work an interrogation room great together

I feel like gunfire in the midst of a gas station parking lot where all the fuel is, is a deadly idea… that could have gone so much worse. Esp considering this is in relation to bombing cases…

I know a lot of it is likely just the era that the show was created/originally airing but the differences in the squad room designs between departments baffles me.

Elliot really out here lecturing his own brothers like he didn’t up and leave out of nowhere. God I hate this shit lol.

*

L&O now. How much attention will I pay?

Jfc… that dead body was a jump fucking scare

What is WITH all the shaky cam tonight, ugh.

I have said it before and I will say it again: Samantha Maroun goes shopping with Rita Calhoun.

Fuck, cases like this fucking suck. But like, legality wise, they’re right. It’s easier to get the perp behind bars by just using the more solid case they have with the rich white victim. If they try to get justice for all the victims, it’s way more likely that they case can and will be thrown out or land on a not guilty verdict. Ugh. Politics

If they need to prove that the vic and the perp didn’t have sex at the sex club on the night of the murder…why not just run a rape kit? Or would some kind of exam like that just be part of the autopsy?

More shaky cam… loving this.

Also why the fuck did my subtitles disappear halfway through this episode? I’m deaf… I need this shit..

Seriously that crime scene photo needs to come with a fucking warning. Jesus

*

Okay. SVU time

Wonderful. I’ve gotten my subtitles back. Thank god.

This is a weird start… hmm…

Getting even more interesting… ngl…

Okay, circling back around, I thought we might be about to get a plot twist of ray being the perp.

UUGHH. I saw a tweet about a new female officer/detective and as much as we all hope that she’ll stick around for more than a season… if Officer Gomez is the new squad member, she’s a woman poc so the chances of her sticking around are slim to none, lets be fucking real.

 Okay, don’t get me wrong. I know that this girl is tiny and she’s an escort, but if a man came in and confessed to rape you’d still take him immediately into an interrogation room. This is a double standard. Especially cause she’s young, thin and pretty, I’m not going to ignore that or let that slide either. *side eye* (like yes, we later do get to the point that she was forced at gun point, but they don’t know that til after. Everything is complicated and there’s lots of lines crossing over and blurring but my statement still stands)

When are they gonna make Bruno an actual part of the team? Why is he still just a guest star?

Man, it’s gotta be hella hard nowadays when it comes to taxis and shit. You have legit taxi’s, multiple companies, gypsy cabs and multiple ride share apps and companies.

Odafin Tutuola only knows about robin egg blue because of Phoebe… there is no way he would know otherwise.

This doctor clearly fucking rich as hell, fuck

HOW does the SEX CRIMES unit currently not have any women working for it??!! (I’m not counting liv cause she’s the captain and irl she would not be in the field, she’d be constantly swamped by paperwork). Even in this episode, it would be helpful to have either terry or fin and a female cop going to talk to a vic/potential vic, if I had been assaulted in any form, remembering it or not I wouldn’t be very open to talking about it if they were talking to me like that, both playing the alpha role. At least with Velasco he can slip into a more soft, quiet, supportive type of conversation/questioning…

“where do you keep your receipts” is something that ALWAYS blows my fucking mind on these shows as a bartender. I DO NOT GET IT. Maybe it’s cause we have tap/card machines that don’t require signatures in Canada, but like…we don’t keep receipts, and even when there are the ones we do keep, they don’t have names, they don’t even have the full credit card number on them, so there would be no way to track someone. We had 250 people in the room each night and as a bartender, unless they had a tab with me, or a personal connection/were a good tipper/conversationalist, I’m not gonna remember them. Our reservations are usually for large groups, so sure we have a single name/card on file, but there’s no way to pin point someone out of their 4-40 people friend groups.  Random bar/service industry things that drive me wild on tv shows. That’s all.

Okay, we’re taking the bracelet off, I think that’s some progress finally.

You know, I wouldn’t mind commercial breaks if they weren’t the same fucking commercials every damn time. That’s the issue with live streaming shit. I miss cable…

“well…they’re idiots, but at least they’re consistent” LOL

Ice T really said “hold on…I need to earn my paycheque for the season” with the amount of screen time he has this ep…

Wait…what’s the plan here? The cops have talked to the perps, there’s no way they wouldn’t be sus about ray coming back in on this. Why not send Velasco or other cops in to bribe the things out and play the ray role? This seems like a bad idea lol.

“wife is here” WHY DID NO ONE TELL VELASCO??

Why don’t we get to go to court anymore?!

Who is this defence attorney? She looks familiar.

I need to raid Velasco’s closet. This coat and sweater look so fucking cozy. They’re mine now.

Glad to see liv branching out to a new type of therapy.

[octarianstrength]

It's late at night in the domes, not that there's much of a noticeable difference between that and daytime. Normally Yulia would be asleep right now, being the diligent Octarian soldier she is, but tonight is a rare exception.

The sound of quiet laughter can be heard from an otherwise silent restaurant near the exact center of a dome, far away from the upper areas where Yulia lives. She's inside, along with a shorter octoling that has long, bright pink tentacles and dressed in greasy tank top with baggy cargo pants, a rather typical look for a lot of engineers.

"I remember that like it was yesterday!" The shorter octoling exclaimed with a chuckle. "Otto's tentacle was flattened for like an entire week afterwards!"

Yulia smiled, looking down at them. Her goggles had been removed some time ago so she could let her friend see her eyes, and also to prevent them from fogging up thanks to the steamy noodles they had been eating.

"Yeah... He was kind of an arse though, so... deserved."

"Yeah! But hey, that's enough about the past! I wanna know how you're doing now! What's going on in the world of the awesome Octarian general?"

"Oh... well not a whole lot lately. The army has been back to just making sure things don't fall apart and preparing for our next operation ever since... well. Ya know."

"Right..." The octoling looked downcast, like she regretted bringing up something painful.

Yulia noticed this almost immediately and felt the need to comfort her friend. "Don't worry about it, Chip. We might have suffered another loss, but we'll come back from it." She doesn't suppose that's very reassuring, but she has to try.

Come on, think Yulia. THINK!

OH! I got it!

"Ya know, around the same time we lost it, those mysterious disappearances stopped happening. I might have to look into what was going on since I was busy with other stuff at the time, but we might make progress on figuring out what was actually happening with all that soon."

Come to think of it... is this actually helpful...?

Apparently it was, at least to some degree, as Chippy's bright smile returned.

"Really? After all this time?"

"Yeah. The last unexplained disappearance was quite a few years ago. Some young girl. Don't think she had even finished training... Hopefully it's all over now."

"Yeah...!" Chippy hesitated to speak up further, but the feeling of having that burning question in the back of her mind persisted. "But um... what about you? Are you still alright after the incident?"

Yulia looked off to the side for just a second. She doesn't like the idea of lying to such a close friend, but what choice does she have?

"Yeah... I'm fine. Felt weird afterward for a little while, not gonna lie, but..."

"Sorry. I'll drop it. I've just been worried about you since then-"

"Oh no, you're fine! You're just trying to make sure I'm okay, right? It's all good. I appreciate it." Yulia smiled at her. She can at least be glad about that not being a lie.

"Yeah... I always did care a little too much I guess..."

Yulia stood up and pulled Chippy of her chair to wrap her in a loving hug. She had intended for it to only last a few seconds, but it seems as though neither party is interested in having it end quickly.

"Sorry I was there for it... and sorry we only get to meet up like this every few weeks if we're lucky."

"Oh, don't you worry about it! I couldn't be more proud of you! I'm sure everyone's sick of me talking about how awesome my Kraken class sister is!"

Yulia let out one last quiet chuckle and finally let go, happy that the night had ended on a much more positive note. "Yeah... but you're right."

She set some money on the counter for the lone worker that had been tending to the store this late at night and gave Chippy one of her signature, firm handshakes.

"We'll talk again soon, okay? Hopefully without as much of a wait as this time."

"Alright, I'll see you around. And you better stay safe!"

The pair went their separate ways soon after, heading in opposite directions to get back to their homes. It was a nice night to be sure, Yulia just wishes it hadn't taken so much of an emotional toll on her. It's nothing a good sleep won't fix up though... hopefully.

[paramorearchived]

March 22, 2011

Transcript:

The babe with the power.

HI!

we're back inside the studio. literally, inside of it. and so far, it couldn't be any better! day #2 and we're nearly finished tracking the whole 1st song musically... tonight it'll be my turn to crank out some SICK VOXXXXX. i'm just a little excited. like clockwork, my allergies are ridiculous right now and my vocal cords are being total jerks. it's alright though cause i fed them some watermelon juice and kale earlier. i could tell that made 'em smile. ew, look at me talking about my insides like they're people. it's like when guys name their weiners. just no.

well, i just figured i'd give you guys an update on where we're at with the songs, life in general, and also tell you how amazing the movie Paul is. (it's amazing). (kristen wiig is so funny). that's really all i have to say about Paul. as far as music goes, we're hoping to record 3 songs while we're out here in California. the original plan was to record just 2 but seeing as though we're moving pretty quickly, we may get luckier than that. i guess we'll let you know when we figure it out! being out here is totally inspiring though. i remember when we showed up for the first time 2 years ago. within the first hour of actually pulling up to Rob's we were already working on "Careful". this place just has an electricity for us. and honestly, all it is is a studio inside of a garage. i mean, it's a nice garage but... hey. 

i guess the only thing we can say that won't have you completely stoked out of your skull is that we are rethinking the idea of releasing these songs in EP form. for a few reasons which, of course, will be explained. we've obviously been through a hell of a lot in the past however many months it's been... so it probably won't come as any surprise to you when i say that i've written a lot of lyrics having to do with the whole situation. one you've already heard, ("in the mourning") and quite a few others, some of which would never be paramore songs but were more just my way of venting and getting over everything. the 2nd song we're recording and the 3rd one that we're hoping to get done also have the same subject matter. and really, we just don't want to put out a full product that sounds like a concept record about yet another difficult period in our bands life. it really is time to move on. with that being said, we want to give you all some new music. honestly, we want to give ourselves some new music too. geeeezzzz. so we're working out how exactly to release everything... but so far it just seems like we spoke a little too soon about the whole EP thing. sorry :/ we were kind of excited. you will still be getting new songs though! and we think you guys are gonna really like them. 

hopefully the whole thing makes sense. if not, i guess i could try to explain it in non-hayley-rambling-forever form, which would probably go like this: shit happens. if we put out another full product about our band woes then this will just keep going on forever and ever. after we put out the few songs that we're recording, we never want to talk about it again. not in interviews, not in songs, nothing. 

phew. that felt good! 

now that we're past the serious business can i just say that i'm SO freaking proud of the dudes. taylor has clearly had a lot on his plate getting ready for this little series of songs we're recording. killing the drums, writing great guitar parts; etc. jeremy has this insane bass tone that he and riley (bass tech to the stars, also of Conditions fame) have been working on. working together has been good, you know? i feel inspired and motivated by all the changes we've gone through. and the friendships between the 3 of us feel like they've  been dusted off, new again. i'm proud of what i've written lyrically - even though it's not something i want to harp on forever. i feel like it's the stepping stone, though, to wherever it is that we're going next. that in itself is so exciting it literally hurts. the year ahead of us couldn't possibly be anything less than incredible. 

and lastly, i think i just need to brace myself. from here and now until whatever really happens next for us... i can feel that we're on the brink of so much growth. for myself, personally, i just know i'm gonna look back a year from now and realize all that i've learned. but that's enough about me, do you feel it too?

think it's time to eat. i can hear the guys getting excited about something, so it's either food, girls, or someone farted. 

L O L

love you guys so much, hayley

ps, didn't proofread this so i'm sorry if there's a ton of mistakes. (besides the usual non-capitalization thing)

[s1ater]

take care of you.

pairings. conrad fisher x fem!reader

about. conrad tries to get to the bottom as to why you were ditched to soak in the rain.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. hey requesters :):):):):):):):)

“yeah?”

“connie?”

oh, fuck me.

conrad internally swore at the sound of your sweet voice dipped in distress and pain. he could already so clearly hear it with the sound of his name, he can feel it.

conrad sits himself down at the edge of his bed, almost as if preparing himself for this conversation, “what’s wrong, y/n/n?”

you close your eyes tightly at his hard but concerned voice, almost regretting making this call, but you push the lump in your throat, speaking, “i-uh, can you come pick me up?”

“why can’t you have steven or jere-“

“i don’t-i can’t. i’m not around them right now, connie,” you anxiously clutched the front fabric of your sundress, completely soaked in lake water as well as the on coming rain that was slowly setting in, painting your skin even colder. “please, conrad.”

he agreed, of course he agreed. it’s just, would he be in such an agreeing mood when he realized how wet it was outside, or how drenched you were?

he was, he felt absolutely horrible for you; seeing you left practically stranded on the side of the road with your hair clinging to the side of your face as well as your clothes sticking to your like glue as more and more rain poured down on you.

“where is jeremiah and steven?” his voice was stern as he looked you over again and again, still not getting over what a sad puppy you looked like. it didn’t sit well in his stomach, not at all, whatever was going on, it upset him a lot.

“it doesn’t matter, conrad,” you clutched yourself, trying to gather warmth as you were now sat in his passenger seat with the heat on high, “let’s just go.”

he looked at you, not convinced. it took everything in him not to pry, thinking it over and over, wondering how could they just ditch you in the pouring rain all by yourself practically in the middle of fucking no where. how?

he had to let it go. but it was still all he could think about.

“we need to get you out of those clothes,” first thing he said once you got home and you shamefully followed him to his room where he was quick to dig in his drawers for spare clothes he could give you—even as your room was just down the hall.

“connie,” he tossed you one of his tee shirts and a pair of stripped boxer shorts, not listening to your sounds of protests. “i’m alright now.”

he doesn’t believe it. he watches you carefully as you hold the clothes in a ball to your chest, starring back at him, and he just doesn’t believe it. your eyes were sad to the core and your whole body language screamed distraught. you weren’t alright.

“just change, unless you want me to do it for you.”

your body heats up at his words. he doesn’t even seem fazed, but you don’t expected anything less from him.

after you exit his room to the bathroom, connie falls on his bed, sighing as he thinks about the next morning and how he will be scolding, if not beating the fuck out of steven and jeremiah if they don’t have a good excuse.

this was the exact reason why conrad didn’t enjoy you going out alone or even without him to watch—as much as he hated to say that. he hated to care so much, but it was hard not to.

“you gonna tell me what happened tonight?”

“no?”

“wrong answer.”

you winced but still slowly made your way to the other side of conrad’s bed, slipping into it beside him as he still stared at the ceiling thinking. you hated doing this to him, being such a general burden on him, but he was honestly one of the only people you knew who would show up for you.

he would always show up, no matter the circumstance.

“jere and steven thought it’d be a fun idea to meet up with some guys that they had met before at a party and to just fuck around up at the lake… which was fine, i didn’t really care,” you paused, clasping the back of your neck while staring at your lap from the crisscross sitting position you were in on his bed. he watched you, sitting up straight now on the edge of the bed, waiting for your to continue.

“it was fun, fine, until we were on the dock and um, one of them ended up pushing me in and they were all laughing and y’know…” you coughed awkwardly and conrad frowned hard, the image of it playing in his head. “they ditched me after i guess, convinced steven and jeremiah that i wasn’t any fun, so they just left.”

what the fuck.

he continued to stare at the side of your face as your eyes were perfectly trained on his white sheets, not saying anything, letting the story sink in. you waited for him to say something, but you weren’t surprised when he didn’t.

that was one of the dumbest things conrad had probably heard. with the whole thing could have been easily avoided if his brother wasn’t such a dumbass and used basic sensibility—conrad cut his thoughts off, rubbing his face before moving fully onto his bed, his arm pulling on yours to lay down next to him.

he didn’t know what to say—he didn’t know what to say without sounding over aggressive or like an asshole, so he kept his mouth shut and let the only sound of your breathing fill the air.

you found it unbearable. always.

“are you mad that i called you?”

he looked over to you, narrowing his brows, confused on why you would ask, “why?”

“you wanted to stay in tonight,” you rolled to your side, looking up to him as you were still pressed very closely to him. “i feel bad-“

“don’t,” he shook his head, confused as to why you would feel bad in this situation. “you had a long night, y/n. you shouldn’t feel sorry about anything.”

you didn’t say anything more. there wasn’t anything more to say and you almost felt content enough as you pressed yourself further into conrad’s side, allowing his warmth to consume your body. he pursed his lips, not feeling content at all, but allowing this moment to be enough.

he allowed himself to let sleep come upon him with you pulled close to his side, and even if he wasn’t content with the outcomes of the night, he was satisfied that you were finally safe with him.

navigation.

[yougotthatbilly]

dive (m)

→ member: jung jaehyun

→ genre: fratboy!jaehyun | smut

→ word count: 9.2k

→ playlist: dive x victoria monet

→ warnings: oiud smoking (which results in a lot of smiling and laughing), oral (f receiving), petnames (just love and baby and a couple good girl’s), fingering, lots of teasing, a bit of praising| also, this isn’t the typical fratboy!au because the only fratboys i’ve dealt with are nothing like the ones i’ve read about so :)

↳ summary: Jaehyun calls shotgun

The blue LED lights that illuminate the living room create pretty shadows on your roommate’s face as you watch her curiously. The light reflects off of her silver earrings and necklaces prettily. She wanted to try something new, mostly because she was bored tonight and because she’s curious as to why you enjoy this specific thing so much; why everyone in the room comes to Johnny’s place at least once every weekend to link up. Yeji gently takes the blunt from you and observes it before her eyes lift to your face again. You get comfortable and curl up into the corner of the couch you claimed an hour ago, placing a hand in between your face and the cushion.

You’re the only one that’s so obviously looking at her as she brings the blunt up to her mouth. Before you came over you asked Johnny not to stare at her so as not to make her nervous and choke, and he graciously shared this with the other four people scattered in the living room. Everyone else is either watching the Tame Impala music video Johnny’s chosen, talking, or on their phones and you’re sure Yeji is grateful the attention isn’t on her. You wanted the first time she smoked to be with just you, but she insisted on going with you to meet new people, with her being a new transfer and all. 

“Inhale slowly,” you mutter. “You don’t have to hold it in long. Just take an extra inhale after then blow it out when you’re ready.” She does as told, taking a fairly short hit, and not even a second later she lets out a small puff of smoke as she releases strained coughs, patting her chest to get it all out.

“It hit you back, huh?” Johnny asks with a friendly smile.

“Yeah,” Yeji croaks, giggling around a final cough. “Felt like someone punched me in the throat.”

She doesn’t bother with a second try, she just leans over to pass it to Johnny then settles a little closer to you than before. She grabs the bottle of water you tucked into your side and takes a few gulps, sighing in relief once the irritation goes away. 

“You gonna try again or are you done?” you ponder before drinking some water yourself at the reminder you’ve had it the whole time. 

Yeji shrugs softly. “We’ll see when it comes back around.”

The attention is soon on Johnny bickering with one of the other guys, Jaehyun, about the music playing. You watch as Johnny animatedly speaks, arguing that this is the perfect music to listen to right now against Jaehyun’s claim that it’s fucking up his high and that he wants to hear Bryson Tiller or Brent Faiyaz. Johnny makes everyone vote and Jaehyun grumbles at how everyone, including you, chooses the former option, and you shake a little fist of victory, smiling cutely when eye contact is made. Jaehyun’s mouth twitches like he’s refusing to smile back, his eyes rolling in defeat. When Johnny is changing the song, Yeri passes you her blunt from her seat on the stool she pulled out. 

Yeji tilts her head and the roles are reversed; she’s observing you now. You do a simple trick for her, just puffing out a cloud of smoke before sucking it back in. It’s when you blow the smoke in her general direction that you get an idea. 

“If you don’t wanna hit it again, I could shotgun you,” you suggest.

“What is that?”

“I blow smoke into your mouth,” you elaborate for her. 

It takes her all but one second to nod, a small smile on her lips. You point to your own mouth after filling it up with smoke, gesturing for her to pucker her lips the way you are. You blow a steady stream into her mouth and she sucks it in smoothly, holding the smoke in for a little while before exhaling. 

“Better, right?” you ask and she nods, grinning.

“What about me?” You look over at the other couch to the owner of the voice, nosily trying to see who he’s talking to and what he’s talking about this time. What you don’t expect is for Jaehyun to be looking at you expectantly. He’s slouched into the cushions, legs spread, and face propped up by his fist. His eyes are low and there’s a small grin playing on his lips. When you stare at him blankly for a while—both because you’re still registering that the guy you’ve only smoked with a few times and never exchanged more than simple greetings to just asked you to get in his face and blow smoke into his mouth, and because the way his eyes take you would make you gag if it were literally anybody else—he gives you a half-hearted pout and fakes a couple coughs, saying “I’m not used to smoking woods.”

He’s lying and he’s got to know that you know he’s lying because you’ve smoked with him each time you’ve been here in the month you’ve been acquainted with Johnny (with them being roommates and all). Johnny’s facial expression as you hand him what’s left to put in the bong also shows that his friend is lying. But for some reason (because the first time you met him you definitely did a double-take, you like his overall laid back vibe, and you like his taste in music for the most part), you humor him anyway.

“Hey,” you call to Yeji, rubbing her knee to get her to look away from the thread she’s picking at. “You mind if I go over there for a second?” you ask, pointing to the couch next to you. She just smiles and shakes her head, and you know she’s high by this cute, dopey smile that takes up half of her face and turns her eyes into crescents. You fix her necklace so that the clasp is hidden behind her neck and tell her: “Just let me know if you start feeling bad and want to go home, okay? We’ll leave immediately.”

“He’s cute and he’s been looking at you all night,” she discloses, encouraging you to go with a nod of her head in Jaehyun’s direction. “Don’t worry about me, get some play.”

You snort. “Unlikely.”

Jaehyun’s eyes hadn’t left you since they fell on you, you realize when you make your way over to sit next to him—facing Yeji, of course—and nothing but confidence can be detected in his features. This is going to be interesting, you can tell just by how the corners of your mouth are already lifting.

You fold your legs under you and take the unlit blunt (that he rolled with a backwood, by the way) from his lap and spark it. “Ready?” 

Jaehyun’s answer is bringing his face closer to yours. Your gaze falls to his mouth right before you blow the smoke into it and it lingers as he puckers his lips and sucks in. It stays after he’s backed away a little, after he’s exhaled and let everything out. 

He raises an eyebrow at you, entertained by how stuck you are just looking at him. You can’t help it, though. Your first impression of him had been that he’s attractive, but up close like this, you realize he’s fine as fuck. He’s got a playful look in his eyes, almost mischievous, and it has you curious. He’s had you curious since the moment he said more than just “wassup” to you. 

“Are you in a different dimension?”

“Not yet,” you hum. “Just wondering why you lied so you could get me this close to you.”

He exhales noisily out his nose, amused. “I think you know why.”

You hum before taking another hit, shaking your head in amusement. 

Jaehyun leans into you again and waits patiently for a repeat of your previous exchange, the corner of his mouth still quirked up.

You take time to briefly size him up. You don’t even like beanies, but he looks good in the white one he’s wearing, paired with a plain black shirt and jeans. He doesn’t have to do much to stand out, so you can’t even knock him for just how bold he is. And he hasn’t been rude to or weird with you at all in the time you’ve been around him. So you blow into his mouth again, a bit closer this time. 

You hand the blunt over to Winwin, hardly removing your eyes from the man in front of you in the process.

“You could have just started a conversation with me like everyone else did,” you continue the conversation from before.

“I could have, but that would have been boring.”

“You would have been looking stupid if I said no,” you chuckle, leaning into the couch more, bringing a smile onto Jaehyun’s face. You like his mouth, you mentally conclude. The shape of his teeth, of his lips, and the rosy color keep you drawn in. 

He shrugs lightheartedly. “I didn’t doubt it would work, so the thought didn’t even cross my mind, actually.”

A familiar giggle reaches your ears and you look up to see Yeji and Yeri looking at the former’s phone, talking amongst themselves about whatever is on the screen. You smile to yourself, happy she’s able to adapt so easily. 

“Is she younger than you?” Jaehyun asks, returning your attention to him.

“Yeah, why?”

“You were just smiling at her like a proud mother,” he explains.

“I gotta make sure my baby is okay,” you retort, sticking your nose up. “Nah, but I have taken her under my wing since we became roommates.”

“My throat hurts from smoking, will you make sure I’m okay?” 

You lift a brow. “You want me to be your mother?” 

“If you’re into that.” 

“I might be.” You grin at effectively catching him off guard. You really did not expect for conversation to flow this well from the jump and you definitely are not complaining. “And I’ve watched you face a whole blunt that you rolled with a wood.”

Another smile slowly takes over his face, cocky as ever. “You watch me?”

You definitely could have worded that better, but your mind immediately leans towards saying yes because watching him provides you with the knowledge his face produces whiskers when he smiles that way and you’re becoming smitten already. It only took a few minutes.

“I guess in the small moments you’re not watching me,” you retort instead, not letting him forget he was watching you long enough to want you in the very position the two of you are in now. 

“How romantic,” Jaehyun lilts, unfazed by you flipping things onto him. “Guess this means we can skip the pussyfooting, huh?”

“And get to what, exactly?” you prompt him, leaning closer to him. He licks his lips at your actions, which shows him just a little more of your cleavage. He’s met with your pretty face covered in amusement when his gaze lifts back north. 

Lucas’s sudden presence beside you brings you out of the moment you and his friend have created, reminding you that there is still an active session taking place. You laugh to yourself as you lean back to give Jaehyun his personal space back and you take a hit, but he follows, apparently not wanting any distance. 

“You ask a lot of questions you already know the answer to,” he points out.

“Only because I want you to be a little more straight forward, love.”

“So you won’t dub me after I blatantly tell you what I want?” he asks skeptically. It’s the first glimpse of uncertainty you catch from him, and just because you enjoy this back and forth thing, you shrug slowly, blunt hanging from your lips. His mouth opens to speak again, but then your nickname is being called from the other couch.

You watch as Yeji takes a hit of a joint you’re not sure who rolled. You figure someone (probably Johnny or Yeri) did it to make things easier for her, and your heart gets a little warm at the thought of your newly acquainted friends being so kind. By the end of the show she gives you, she’s smiling and your face mirrors her expression.

“See! I told you that you’d get the hang of it quickly,” you encourage her, referring to how you told her that she’d be fine after her first attempt when she mentioned not wanting to keep coughing in front of everyone. “Take another hit, a little bigger.”

And she does so successfully. 

“You may be my new smoke buddy soon,” you continue to boost, sending a wink that makes Yeji smile slyly.

Your newest acquaintance’s laugh is all it takes for him to be the center of your attention again and you mentally judge yourself because it seems like the bare minimum is all it takes. Apparently, you’re the one that made him laugh, telling from his steady gaze on you. His teeth tug at his bottom lip while he nods slowly to himself in thought. 

“What?” you ask, smoking once more before it’s Jaehyun’s turn. 

”Nothing.” He shakes his head and takes a big yet rushed hit before passing it to Winwin and asking you in a strained voice, “Come with me real quick?”

You watch as he stands, releasing a thick cloud of smoke with his hand out for you to take. Your legs move on their own when they straighten out, as well as your hand when you take hold of the awaiting one ahead, and on your way out of the living room you mouth to Yeji that you’ll be back. Two thumbs up and suggestive brows are your response before she’s out of your vision.

Before Jaehyun opens the door he’s led you to, you read what’s on it: NKT in huge letters, followed by Valentine in a much smaller font. When the door is opened, a red light illuminates the bedroom and you let out an amused huff. 

“It all makes sense now,” you explain when Jaehyun turns around, a look of confusion on his pretty face. Red light does nothing but make him look better. “You are a prototype frat boy, Jaehyun.”

He laughs loudly, reaching behind you to close and lock the door--his solid chest rubbing against your shoulder in the process--before he plops down into the chair at his desk. A hand gestures for you to sit on his bed, and after a small inspection, you do so. His legs push him until his knees almost knock into your own.

“What makes you say that?” he asks, shifting to lounge back comfortably, resulting in his thighs caging in your own. The quirk of his lips, the tilted chin, and hooded eyes are close to being too much for you to handle in the privacy of his room when at least three blunts were smoked before escaping the living room. You don’t give in to the warm feeling that builds within you, though.

“Your music taste, for one,” you begin, with a shake of your head. “Toxic.”

“So that’s why you voted against Brent.” His smile only gets bigger when you nod like it was obvious from the start. “Bryson isn’t even toxic.”

“What’s your favorite song by him?” 

He hums in brief thought before answering. “Let Me Expla-“

“Exactly.” He makes this way too easy. “Anyway”— you ignore how attractive his deep chuckle is and continue—“You’re corny but smooth as hell, too.”

Jaehyun’s the one in disbelief this time. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. He looks really good in red lighting. “‘Corny?’”

“Absolutely,” you affirm. “It works for you, though.”

You hear him mutter corny under his breath as if he’ll never wrap his head around the fact that adjective was used concerning him, but he prompts you to continue telling him about himself. “Anything else?”

“Do you keep the lights on red?” you ask.

“It’s my favorite color.” There’s a stare-off of sorts that lasts for a few long moments before Jaehyun cracks and looks away with a defeated laugh. “Alright, you got me.”

You throw your head back and let out a laugh that rivals Lucas’s high volume. “The worst.”

“The best,” he corrects. He waits until your little fit of laughter ends and you’re looking at him again to continue. With a lick of his lips, he says, “I can show you.”

“I’m sure you could.” Your cheeks are going to start hurting if you smile or laugh anymore, but you’re okay with that. “Try me when I don’t have someone out there waiting for me.”

“She’s in good hands with Yeri, no?”

While that is true, she’s your company and you already feel like you’ve been away for too long. She encouraged you to engage in some hoetivities, but you don’t want to be that friend. You came back here out of curiosity because Jaehyun is an intriguing guy, that’s it. Your curiosity has been satisfied and you’re here every weekend anyway.

“I’m here every weekend, hun.”

He lets out a disappointed sigh, but nods nonetheless. “I respect it. You’re a good friend.”

“I am,” you agree, standing up in between his legs, hand out for him to get up.

It’s no surprise that he doesn’t just take your hand as leverage to get up, but holds it and examines the ring on your finger. 

“This is pretty,” he stalls. It takes a little effort not to smile at this.

“Thank you. You ready now?”

Jaehyun sighs. “A week?”

“The wait will be worth it, I promise.” Yes, you’re playing a little hard to get and yes, it has a lot to do with the fact you already want to be in his bed underneath him as well as pillowtalk and innocently feel how soft his skin is. You want to feel his energy out a little more before getting to all that, though.

He clutches your hand and rises out of his seat, standing extremely close to you. After a long moment of his gaze being locked on your grinning lips, he asks, “Can I get a kiss to hold me off?”

His persistence doesn’t bother you in the slightest. Rather, it does the opposite. This handsome man with the most enticing voice and mouth (and face, if you’re being completely honest) is so clearly into you and he doesn’t mind letting you know, all without being unnecessarily vulgar. 

The kiss you press against his mouth is short, simple. Jaehyun’s response is delayed, as if he doesn’t register that you didn’t tease him about it and actually gave him what he wanted for the first time since the shotguns from earlier, until you’re already lowering to flat feet, and he doesn’t let you get far before his lips apply more pressure and your bottom lip is sandwiched. He leans down and his hands stop at your waist, gradually bringing your body flush against his.

Surprisingly, Jaehyun’s the one to pull away, ending the kiss by softly sucking on your bottom lip. You swallow the whimper in the back of your throat when your eyes flutter open and see how his own glazed over eyes are looking down at you. 

“Come alone next time.”

You nod, licking your lips. 

---

Jaehyun is smacked when you walk into his and Johnny’s apartment a week later. Alone (Yeji got homesick so she’s gone until Sunday). It’s pretty warm outside but he’s got on a black long sleeve shirt that fits him well, and the silver chain around his neck only adds on to his overall attractiveness. His eyes are low and red as he stares at whatever is playing ahead at such a low volume you can’t hear anything above the ruckus coming from the kitchen. Your entry goes unnoticed by him, and after greeting everyone in the kitchen and making your way into the living room, you see he’s watching the latest Bryson Tiller video. Your laugh is what brings him out of his trance, his eyes slowly sliding over your form and lingering on your bare thighs. 

“You good?” you ask, sitting down beside him. 

“I am now.” His dimples are on full display and you can’t even say anything when his hand instantly finds your thigh. “Took you long enough.”

“I’m not even the last to get here,” you scoff. 

“Been thinking about you,” he admits. And while you’re definitely in the same boat, you’re way too sober to be as open as him. 

“I see,” you pat his own thigh. “Why are you alone over here?”

Jaehyun shrugs, removing his hand from your thigh in favor of draping his arm behind you across the top of the couch. “They’re doing too much for me tonight.”

“Did I miss something?” you inquire, slowly but not-so-subtly reaching for the blunt resting on the arm of the chair on the other side of him. He picks it up and hands it to you himself, and you give him a pretty smile to express your gratitude. 

“We’re having game night tonight,” he begins to explain, and just saying these words brings stress to his features and tone. “and I faced two blunts before everyone got here thinking it was just gonna be chill.”

His words have been coming out a little slower than the last time you were here and his low eyes seemingly have tunnel vision. You thoroughly enjoy being the center of his attention, you realize.

You nod at his explanation. You understand where he’s coming from, because once you get to his level you like to be alone or at least quiet while watching a movie or listening to music.

As you spark the blunt, you ask him a question you already know the answer to. But what can you say, you like the way he boosts your head. “Want me to leave you alone for a while?”

Jaehyun’s response is nonverbal. First he side-eyes you, causing you to take a drag to stop yourself from giggling. Then he rolls his eyes and fits his arm between your body and the couch cushion to pull you into his side by your waist. You get comfortable, curling your legs up to rest them on his lap, and his hand falls to your hip.

“Aw,” you exhale. “You like me.”

He breathes out his nose in amusement, using his free hand to grab his cup from the mini table beside the couch and drink a few gulps. You find yourself watching how he licks a drop of the clear liquid off of his bottom lip before you rip your gaze away in favor of paying attention to the screen ahead. Now Brent Fiyaz is playing and your nose scrunches.

“Want me to change it?” Jaehyun offers, but you stop him before he can reach for the remote.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’m barely paying attention to it.” You wave off, rolling your eyes when he grins slyly at the indirect implication that he’s all you care about giving your attention to at the moment. “Is this yours or is it for everyone?” you ask, gesturing the blunt. 

“It’s yours, baby.”

This man is dangerous. You don’t really care for pet names, especially coming from men, but the way he just rasped those three words makes you hum and curl deeper into his hold. 

“Oh, you really like me,” you joke as not to expose yourself and the fact you’re only becoming more fond of him as the seconds go by. 

“Do y’all want anything from the store?” Winwin asks from in front of you, startling the pair of you. 

“Coconut water please? With pulp!” He seemingly types it into his notes before waiting for Jaehyun to answer. 

“The blue Calypso.”

You pull your phone out, opening Cash App. “What’s your cash tag, Win?” 

“I got it. I’ll be back soon,” he tells you before turning around and disappearing down the hall leading to the door.

“All of you are so kind,” you sigh happily, resting your head on the top of the couch, immediately back in your little bubble. He laughs under his breath as he watches you smoke for a while. “What’s funny?”

“You’ll think differently when you meet Haechan and Renjun— actually, I take that back. Haechan will be up your ass.”

“Is he your little? Following in your footsteps?” you ask, getting closer to his face with a smile. 

He analyzes you for a moment, and he nods after a while, chuckling. 

“You got it.” Jaehyun admits defeat, his hand slowly traveling lower until his fingers are spread across a cheek. Your smile widens, both because you like winning and the warm feeling of his hand on your ass. “I don’t have the brain to think of a comeback right now.”

“Well that’s no fun.” You pout. A quiet squeak escapes you when his hand squeezes, the action taking you by surprise, especially in the new state you’re in. “You’ve been waiting to do that all week, huh?”

“Nah, but after we smoke Jungkook’s shit I can show you what I’ve actually been waiting to do,” he tells you, his face a little closer and the hand on your ass not shy in the slightest, adjusting to get an even better grip on the cheek before adding on: “Sound good?”

It sounds like a plan to you. You’ve never really been touchy towards men that weren’t your boyfriends or allowed men to get handsy with you, especially during the first couple times of being around them, but the raw attraction between you and Jaehyun leaves little room for you to care. And it’s not exactly something you can ignore, especially with how it doesn’t take much to reel you into him. 

“Sounds great,” you hum, taking one last drag before leaning over his body to put the blunt out in the ashtray on the side table. His fingers lightly trace the curve of your back as you steal his cup and smell it, finding that it’s just water inside, proceeding to drink from it before digging into your purse to get some gum and lip gloss. You offer him a piece, and end up plopping it into his awaiting mouth. The grateful smile he offers in return summons the want to lean in and kiss him, but you choose to retrieve your mini hand sanitizer and lotion out of your bag instead.

“This might be the boujee-est shit I’ve ever seen,” he laughs, though sounding enamored.

“I like to smell good.” This is definitely not the first time you’ve gotten this comment.

He takes the opportunity to leisurely lean into you and nuzzle his face into your neck. His nose drags along the length of it, and you feel the movement of his soft lips when he tells you: “You do smell amazing.”

“You doubted it?” you tease, but the airiness of your voice gives away the effect he has on you. Goosebumps decide to decorate your arms at his antics and your heartbeat quickens. 

“Not at all.” And then you feel a soft kiss being pressed to the front of your throat. Followed by another, and another until he’s slowly made his way up to your ear. He takes your earlobe gently in between his lips, pulling a short distance until it snaps back into place. “Am I doing too much?”

“No.” You put a hand on the back of his head, silently letting him know he’s free to continue and do whatever he wants. You even place your purse back behind you so there’s nothing in the way of however he chooses to touch you. “No marks, though.”

The feeling of his pout against your skin makes you giggle. “That’s no fun.”

“I might let you mark a different part of my body later.”

“I guess that’s better,” he easily accepts, now trailing open-mouthed kisses southward as his hand continues to slowly feel you up. You bite your lip after a faint whimper escapes you, to which he hums appreciatively at. It’s baffling just how sensitive you are to everything related to the man currently making his way back up to the point of being eye to eye. “You’re gonna make me end the night early.”

“You are going to make yourself do that,” you correct him, eyes dipping down to his pouty lips. You want them back on you. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Keep looking at me like that and see what happens,” he says, voice deeper than before. But you like playing this game with him a bit too much.

You relax your eyelids just a little more and lick your lips. Gently scraping your nails down the nape of his neck, you ask, “Like what?”

“I will give everyone out here a show to watch,” Jaehyun threatens lightly. 

And to pull his leg just a tad more, you hum as if you wouldn’t mind that scenario playing out, nibbling on your lower lip. “You promise?”

Your name is called dangerously low, and you know you’ve got him exactly where you wanted him. 

You close the very little distance between your lips and give him a peck. 

“We can leave as soon as we’re done smoking,” you promise him, returning back to your lighthearted energy. Jungkook always brings something you’ve never smoked before and as tempting as Jaehyun is, he’s not the only person you came here to see and spend time with. You honestly forgot as much until just now. 

Jaehyun takes a little longer to snap out of the trance you put him in, and he laughs under his breath, shaking his head.

“Promise?” he asks, childishly lifting his pinky. You link pinkies and press your thumbs together. “Seal it?”

You roll your eyes fondly and give him what he wants. It’s when his hand on your backside returns and grips a little harder that you have to cut the kiss short before the two of you actually make a scene because you can’t control yourself. He really has the softest lips you’ve ever kissed and the scent of his cologne and marijuana combined is intoxicating. 

“I’m gonna go over there for a while.” You gesture to the kitchen and remove yourself from his hold to stand up and pull your dress down into place. It’s half an excuse to get back to get a grip on yourself because while you clearly have an affect on him, there’s literally no reason you become putty in Jaehyun’s hands so quickly. “You coming?”

“I might,” he replies, adjusting his sweatpants. 

You hum and walk over to where everyone is gathered with a grin on your face. Johnny lifts an arm for you to fit under.

“Glad to have you back.”

“You could’ve called me over if you missed me,” you tsk playfully, giving him an one-armed hug. “I was smoking.”

“You were doing way more than smoking, love.” You side-eye him, not expecting him to call you out. “I didn’t expect you two to be a thing.”

“Yeah,” you exhale, taking a glance at the man of the hour. He appears to be texting, slumped heavily into the couch now, brown hair covering most of his side profile. “Me either.”

“Just don’t forget about me after tonight.”

You lift a brow. “You’ve discussed tonight?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Johnny chuckles. “Jae just doesn’t bullshit when he finally finds someone he’s interested in. And this is the first conversation we’ve had since you got here like,” he taps his phone until it lights up. “Over half an hour ago.”

You frown. “I said hi to everyone first.”

“I’m not getting on you.” Johnny laughs. “I just have a good feeling you’re gonna be here more often.”

“Can’t believe you got me making out with a damn frat boy,” you mumble, shaking your head.

“You got something against Greek life?” Johnny asks, lifting an offended brow. 

“Oh shit,” you laugh, taken aback. “You too?”

Lucas overhears your conversation and starts laughing. “You should cut back on smoking if you’re just now realizing that.”

Your response to that is mocking him in a deep voice and squinted eyes, to which he just blows a kiss in response. You gag, only for his infamous laugh to sound throughout the room. 

You met Johnny in class when he sat next to you, he asked you if you smoked after giving him the answers the whole time, and the rest is history. He never gave you frat vibes. In hindsight, you don’t know how you missed it. His personality screams Greek life. 

“I mean, y’all are chill compared to—“

“Just wait until later.”

“Are there gonna be a lot of people?” you ask, removing yourself from Johnny’s hold to lift your body onto the counter in front of him. Yeri hands you a shot glass filled with clear liquor, the two of you clink your glasses together and down them. 

“Well, Haechan can’t enjoy himself for long unless he’s got an audience so probably.” Johnny gives you his cup of juice to chase it. 

You nod. You want to meet him before disappearing for the night. 

“Can I see your room?” you ask after a while, your curiosity getting to you. “I wanna see what type of frat boy you are.”

“Surprised you haven’t been back there already.”

You hop off the marble, Johnny holding his arm out to steady you. “You always let me fall asleep on the couch instead of being a gentleman and carrying me to your bed.”

“I’m sure Jaehyun will carry you to his bed from now on,” he counters with a taunting smile. You hear Yeri snort before you’re pushed out of the kitchen. 

On the way to Johnny’s side of the apartment, you see that Jungkook finally made it, seated where you once were. You wave at him before disappearing down the hall. You don’t miss the way Jaehyun’s eyes followed you until they no longer could, hardly paying attention to what his friend is telling him, and you feel a wave of heat wash over you. Yeah, there won’t be a lot of socializing once you’re done smoking.

Once again, you’re met by big letters reading NKT, only this time the subtitle says Father. 

“Father?” you snort. “Really?”

“What can I say, they look up to me.” He shrugs, opening the door and gesturing for you to go in first. “They’re my sons.”

You make a comment about him being funny as you take in his room, which is very different from his roommate’s. He has fairy lights instead, as well as artificial vines decorating his walls with a couple of posters of movie covers. When you take a seat on his bed, you pull a whale plushie into your chest. 

“You’re a softie,” you conclude from your inspection. 

“Something like that,” he agrees easily.

Through the opened door, you can hear Jaehyun yell something about whatever Jungkook just did, sounding amused, and that brings your mind back to him. 

“So, daddy,” and you see him lose brain cells before he makes a face of disgust, then his expression changes like he could actually get used to being addressed as such. “Okay don’t get any ideas, please.”

“It has a nice ring to it,” he admits.

“I’m actually surprised no one has ever called you that before.”

“You could be the first—”

“I’m literally about to fuck your best friend?” you remind him, but then his facade cracks and his lips quiver into a shit eating grin. You pout. “You’re annoying.”

He nods proudly. “I’ve been told.”

“Anyway. Do I have to worry about anything being involved with him?” You’re not planning on taking him seriously or anything, but messing around with a frat boy…

“Nah,” Johnny exhales, leaning against his dresser. “You’d catch something from me before him.”

You make a face, throwing his plushie to the opposite side of the bed in disgust. “Don’t ever try me after telling me that.”

You’re glad he understood what you meant but gross. 

“I always wrap it up,” he informs you. “Plus, I would’ve had you by now if I wanted you.” Before you can disagree, he continues. “But Jaehyun’s… picky. And you’re his type.”

“Okay let’s not try to sell him to me, I’ve already made my mind up.”

“I’m serious. No one ever knows who he’s fucking or talking to aside from hearing it—loudly— yet you had a whole scene on the couch...” He gestures to you vaguely. “I wouldn’t have let you entertain him the other night if there was something or someone to worry about, for real.” 

You hum, nodding slowly as you take in this information. “I appreciate it.” 

“You know I got you,” he winks. “But apparently Kook brought some shit from Colorado. Anything else you wanna see?”

“Nah, we can go. But I might have to come back here more, I like the aesthetics.” You compliment, touching the fake plants. 

He smiles proudly. “Yeah. Women love it here.”

You fake a gag as you walk out, telling him you change your mind. 

Winwin comes back right as you enter the living room and he hands the bag to you because you’re the closest to him and mumbles that he really needs to go to the bathroom, so you take it upon yourself to hand everything out. When you get to Jaehyun, he doesn’t let you walk away.

“Sit with me,” he hardly requests, glancing down at his lap. You do a quick glance over at everybody, those who are paying attention looking at the pair of you curiously. Aside from Johnny, who’s expression reads, told you. Jungkook spares you and scoots over for you, and you quietly thank him as you take your original spot in between the two males. His arm is back around you and soon, you find yourself curled right back into him like you never left. “You good?” 

Your brows furrow at the whispered question, then he nods at his roommate, and you’re smiling teasingly. 

“Not you getting jealous.”

“Never that.” Jaehyun chuckles deeply. “Johnny’s not stupid.”

“I hate to say it,” you begin, pausing specifically for the way he impatiently juts his head forward. You take your time opening your bottle of coconut water, even taking a sip. “I might be as whipped as you are.” 

And almost as if furthering your point, you pick his free hand up and start playing with his fingers and the rings that adorn them. You’re sure it has a lot to do with the information you were given. No point in deluding yourself into acting like it didn’t make pride swell up within you. 

Oh, and he has pretty hands.

“You know you’re staying the night, right?” 

You lift your head to find the most self-satisfied smile on his face, dimples poking and whiskers showing. Guess you said the right thing. “Am I, now?”

--

You’re not very social during this smoke session. 

Usually you’re pulled into a conversation by either Johnny, Lucas, or Yeri, but even they aren’t as chatty as usual. 

Your head is back against the top of the couch, eyelash extensions taking up half of your vision. On the right of you, Jaehyun’s positioned in a manspread, mindlessly caressing and squeezing your thigh while watching the movie that Johnny put on. You can’t even keep up with the plot. It’s just noise, actors, and the pleasant burn of Jaehyun’s hand on your bare skin. 

To your left, you hear a chuckle, and after lolling your head in Jungkook’s direction, you see him smiling at you, very clearly amused at how stuck you are. 

“Some good shit, huh?”

You hum in affirmation. “I can feel the vibration of the pipes in the walls.” 

Both men surrounding you laugh at your mumbled confession. “Just let me know if you want some before I leave.” 

“You staying for game night?” Jaehyun asks, leaning over you to communicate quietly as his hand grazes up your leg, settling right under where your dress stops high on your thighs.

“Probably until someone asks me to serve them,” Jungkook shrugs.

“I’m ready when you are,” the brunet quietly tells you, lips brushing against your ear. You bite your lip at the feeling, your senses heightened. Aside from quite literally feeling and hearing the walls vibrate, Jaehyun’s careless ministrations on your thigh for the last twenty or so minutes is another reason you’re so quiet and stuck. You don’t know what strain this is, but it’s got you horny and sensitive as hell. 

“‘M ready,” you tell him, turning your head in his direction now. You blink slowly, taking in his gorgeous face and he does the same for what feels like ages, before he’s seemingly had enough and pushes himself up. And just like last time, he offers a hand to help you. You appreciate the assistance even more this time around. 

Fingers interlaced, you and Jaehyun make it to his room. The walk feels like it takes forever, your steps are light and you just let him guide you inside. You feel the shift in atmosphere due to the hue of his room as he shuts and locks the door, then you find yourself being gently pulled toward his bed and onto his lap once he’s seated at the foot of the mattress. 

You smile, lifting your knees up one at a time to straddle him, looking down at the brunet with heavy eyes, and you’re reminded of how handsome he looks in red lighting. 

“You are so fucking fine,” he laughs in disbelief, shaking his head before planting lingering kisses on your lips. Jaehyun takes his time, hands rubbing up your thighs until they get to your hips. You sigh, slumping into his body even more, wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss. You can’t help but to suck his bottom lip into your mouth after thinking about it on and off for the last week, which results in your hips being pressed harder against his own. 

The position caused the hem of your dress to rise to your waist and his hands are warm and strong on your hips, slowly guiding the way your lower half grinds and rolls into his own. The soft cotton of his sweatpants feels nice against the back of your thighs and bare ass, and the growing erection lined up perfectly with your clit is an even greater feeling. 

Once you’ve absentmindedly caught onto his rhythm and move on your own, Jaehyun grabs both cheeks, groaning as he grips the soft muscles. If your eyes weren’t already closed, they’d roll to the back of your head because of the sound that vibrates your chest and the gradual intensity of the handfuls he takes. 

You almost whine when he breaks the kiss, and when you open your eyes to see why he did so, he’s nibbling on his lower lip, biting back a grin as he admires your face and the way your brows are scrunched, lips parted to let out little hums and breaths of pleasure. With your attention no longer on kissing him, you become aware of the mess soaking through your thong and no doubt all over his pants where you’re rutting against him. 

“Feel good?” he asks, licking his lips. You nod, about to give him a verbal answer, but then Jaehyun lifts his hips as you roll down and your jaw drops, only a loud whimper coming out. “You wanna cum like this?”

You shake your head no. You’re sure you could if you tried with how you already feel the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, but you want more. It’s just a little hard to effectively communicate with a dry mouth that is only producing pants and moans right now.

“What do you want then?” Jaehyun prompts softly, leaning back in to trail kisses up your neck to your jaw. You can feel his grin as he continues to mumble against your skin. “You want my fingers?” 

“Mhmm.” You nod. 

“What else?“ The tip of his tongue plays with your earlobe. “You gonna let me taste you?”

“Yes,” you moan, voice finally—still barely—coming out. 

Jaehyun’s deep hum in your ear makes your hips twitch and his dick presses right where you need him. You almost say fuck it and let yourself cum from simply dry humping him but as soon as the though crosses your mind, Jaehyun seemingly hears it and lifts you up to set you down on the bed. 

“Now?” he asks, playing with the hem of your dress, tickling your lower abdomen. The low timber of his voice could convince you to do anything and let him do anything he wanted. 

“Yeah,” you pant, nodding. 

“Not next week?” He cocks his head. 

“Jaehyun,” you whine lowly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. You’re not sure when the tables turned and when he got so much self control but you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy and you need him to make you cum. 

He sends you a charming smile, settling on his knees in between your legs. Jaehyun takes his time to push your dress up, dragging his knuckles against your skin, taking a moment to look at your soiled red thong, fingertips brushing along your slit, before tugging your upper body towards him to pull the black cotton off of you completely, throwing it somewhere out of sight. 

He rubs wide circles over your clit as your tongues swirl and collide, grinning when you whimper and fist the fabric of his shirt to pull him impossibly closer to your body. 

“You smell so good,” he practically moans against your pulse point, sucking and biting enough to curl your fingers tighter around his shirt but not enough to mark— you hope. You hardly have the brain to think about that right now.

“I taste better,” you manage to retort, which earns you a chuckle and one last nibble. 

Your breath is unstable when you watch him crawl backwards, pulling your thong down on his way to the foot of the bed. Inner thighs get nipped and kissed, outer thighs caressed. The delicate way you’re being treated brings a dazed smile to your face and your hands in his hair, feeling how soft the strands are. Your long nails scratch his scalp at the feeling of the tip of his tongue going up your slit. 

He hums, satisfied with your taste, giving more subtle swipes of the wet muscle before he applies more pressure, slipping in between your folds. In no rush at all, he flicks over your entrance and clit, up and down as his arms wrap around your thighs, pulling your core even closer to his face. 

Jaehyun lazily laps at your leaking arousal, eyes piercing and not letting your own venture away from the contact. He monitors the twitch of your eyebrow, the bite of your lower lip, and makes sure to keep doing whatever keeps you expressive. 

You remove a hand from his hair to pull your skin up, exposing your clit from beneath the hood for the direct stimulation you need, and Jaehyun’s kitten licks give exactly that. 

“Oh,” you gasp, hips jolting up. He doesn’t try to force them back down, instead moving with your motions as your hips roll to chase stimulation. “Fuck, just like that.”

The vibration of his hum tightens your hold on his hair. One arm unravels only for a finger tip to circle around your hole a few times, getting wetter each go around, before the digit is carefully breaching until it’s fully nestled in. Jaehyun gives a few pumps, the pace of his flickering tongue not faltering in the slightest. 

Your body feels so light, so sensitive, so alert to every movement of his pretty mouth, every thrust of his fingers as the second one stretches you, every flex of the hand still on your thigh, keeping your legs wide for him.

Jaehyun blinks slowly and lazily until his eyes just stay closed, then there’s a shift before the passes of his tongue have more pressure behind them and the digits inside of you have more force behind them. His fingers grip the meat of your thigh harder in an almost bruising way and the slight pain makes you grip the comforter beneath you to save his scalp. 

“Gonna... ” you try to warn him, voice strangled and breath ragged, to which he hums and buries his face deeper than before. His tongue flicks up, down, and all around your clit to pull the orgasm out of you, and doesn’t stop even when he accomplishes. “Oh my fucking God, Jae— yes.”

He hums, fingers curling up and hitting every spot to amplify the pleasure when your walls tighten and prevent his in and out motion. Latched onto your clit, pulling back with a wet pop multiple times to prolong your orgasm, succeeding in making your legs shake around his head until you have to tug on his hair—hard—to get him to stop. 

Your juices glisten on the lower half of his face, you notice in a haze as he rises up fully. Jaehyun licks his lips and comments on how good you taste. 

You reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He licks into your mouth and you suck on his tongue, tasting yourself. The kiss is briefly interrupted by Jaehyun pulling his shirt off, then he’s back to hovering over you, on his knees, with his tongue down your throat.

Three digits stretch you open, Jaehyun’s palm hitting your sensitive clit each time he thrusts into you. One hand in his hair, your other slides down the front of his body, fingers tugging on the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down as far as the position allows you to before you wrap a hand around him. 

“Can you fuck me now?” you plead against his lips, even more turned on by the distance between your thumb and middle finger as you pump his dick. He’s warm and heavy in your hand and you’re ready for him to be inside of you after sabotaging yourself into waiting a week. His hand is getting you close to the edge again and you think you might cry if this gets dragged out any longer. 

Laughing, he nods and disconnects from you to remove his sweatpants completely and get a condom out from inside of his nightstand. He opens the foil and slides the rubber on quickly before climbing back in between your spread legs. 

You nibble your bottom lip in anticipation as Jaehyun runs his tip along your slit, gathering your dripping arousal before pushing into you slowly. Your jaw drops at the same time he releases a deep groan, brows scrunched as he stretches you out. 

“Good?” Jaehyun asks, fully sheathed. You hum, nodding violently. 

His thrusts start off shallow and careful, but once the glide has no resistance and your hands search for a body part of his to hold, Jaehyun grabs the back of your legs and pushes until your knees are at your shoulders, hips moving faster and dick sinking deeper and deeper. 

Your breath catches in your throat and eyebrows scrunch at the pleasure of his tip repeatedly hitting that spot within you. 

“Hold your legs for me, baby.” You do as told, grabbing your calves. Jaehyun smiles, head tilted looking down at you with dark eyes. “Mm good girl.” 

You moan, stretching your neck for another kiss. Abiding, Jaehyun settles his weight on one hand above your head and bends down to lick filthily into your mouth, hardly swallowing the sounds of your high pitched whines and cries. You doubt you could be heard over the music blasting from the other side of the door anyway. 

“Wish you didn’t wait a week now, huh?” Jaehyun taunts, pulling your lip with his perfect teeth. You don’t even have to respond with words because your hiccuped noises are enough of an answer, the way you clench around him is, too. You wanna wipe the smug look off of his handsome face, but he angles his hips to hit places you’d never reached before. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you cry, just taking the onslaught of pent up desire that feels better with each stroke. Your fingers begin slipping, sweat interfering with your grip. Jaehyun notices and uses his free hand to guide a leg to drape over his shoulder, and you do the same with your other leg. “So good.”

“Say it again.”

“It feels so good,” you whine, gripping his hair. “So fucking good, oh my God.”

“I know.” His hips change pace, opting for deep, slow strokes as he scatters kisses starting from your calf to your inner knee. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, but he isn’t having it. “Open your eyes and look at me.” 

You struggle to do so, but still manage. 

Jaehyun coos at your obedience, free hand slipping between your bodies to swipe at your clit. “Want you to look me in my eyes when you come, okay?”

“Okay,” you try to say, voice hardly coming out. 

“Okay?” Jaehyun presses, pace picking back up to the point of your breasts bouncing wildly and the wind being knocked out of you. 

Your grip on his hair tightens, the built up pleasure so close to toppling over. “Yes.”

“Now come all over my dick.” Your body listens to his command within a few seconds, back arching off the mattress, toes curling, and walls clamping down on his cock. Tears leak from your eyes that want to close so bad and run down your temples as your silent scream turns into pathetic sobs. “Oh you’re so pretty, baby. Shit. There you go.”

Jaehyun’s thrusts go sloppy and rough now that you’ve come for him, bottoming out and finishing right behind you, spilling into the condom. His deep, melodic moan in your ear is something you want to hear again and again. 

He sits up after a long moment of breathing heavily into your neck, letting your legs fall back down on the bed as he disposes of the condom. “You want some water?”

You nod, your throat is dry as hell. You watch him slip his sweats back on before he walks out of the room, thankfully shutting the door behind him. 

Your legs are sore from their previous position but you don’t pay it much mind when you turn onto your side and press your face into his pillow, his scent enough to lure you into a dazed state after getting the rest of the little energy you had fucked out of you. 

Jaehyun’s presence isn’t noticed until you’re being turned back onto your back and told to sit up so you can drink from the bottle he brought you. He briefly disappears into his bathroom and returns with a warm rag to clean in between your legs.

“You’re staying with me tonight, right?” he asks softly, setting the now empty water bottle down on his nightstand. He smiles that handsome smile of his when you nod, and kisses you to the point of you lying back down. “Good. I’m not done with you yet.”

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The Nanny

Chapter 1

Taeyong x fem reader

genre: mafia au! dad taeyong!

warnings: none (?)

word count: 3.3K

authors note: I am really unsure how to feel about this, the last fic I wrote took me over a year to write it to the point where I was satisfied enough to post it and this was written really quickly compared to that. I have general idea of what's gonna happen it's just getting to those points that makes me unsure about this whole thing. If you read MDAP, and are now reading this, the updates won't be as frequent. MDAP as a whole came out within a month, this one is definitely gonna take more time than that, and I don't have like a definite timeline. I will also have irl obligations, so those obligations will definitely affect the schedule of this fic. but nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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4.231 GPA, 6 years of sports, 10 years of playing piano, 3 years of flute, 2 years of president of yearbook club, 6 honor classes, 8 advanced placement classes and 8 dual credit classes, but still not enough to earn a full scholarship. And of course you had to choose the most expensive and time consuming major of biology, pre-med.

However the universe doesn’t hate you completely, landing a practically perfect job, the nanny of one adorable 4 year old girl who has an amazingly hot and single but also rich father. Lee Taeyong, the youngest head of an investment group, runs multiple businesses a day, practically making more money in a minute than some do in a lifetime. And you were just his daughter’s nanny.

Life isn’t the dream at the moment, but it’s perfect for you. Going to school during the day, working to get your degree, then picking up little Dasom from preschool, then watching her at her home until Taeyong comes home from work. And Taeyong paid you well enough, where you didn’t need to work a second job. Your life was set, and you were content.

You finished tucking little Lee Dasom into bed, but she insisted on staying up and waiting for her dad to put her to bed. Taeyong always said that Dasom had to be in bed by 9, but he was always home to put her to bed himself, he had never missed bedtime. Not once in the year that you’ve been watching Dasom did Taeyong ever miss bedtime, so the fact that he missed tonight, was more than odd. Thinking nothing of it except that he lost track of time, you pushed away any worry and began some household chores.

You finished washing the dishes, glancing at the clock, it was only 9:26pm, not even 9:30 yet you thought. Folding the laundry, 9:41, it’s only 40 minutes, maybe there was extra traffic from the office. Putting away the toys, 9:56, only an hour, doesn't grant any reason for worry. Pushing all thought of Taeyong and his tardiness away, you went about finishing the chores.

When you finally had the house practically sparkling, did you plop down on the couch and once again glance at the clock on the wall 11:23pm. Taeyong shouldn’t be this late. Just before you could put any more thought into his whereabouts, the front down slammed open, there he stood. His hair disheveled, his tie pulled loose from his neck, his dress shirt more loose than appropriate, his brows locked in a furrow, his appearance had your heart racing. “Pack a bag for Dasom, we’re leaving,” he practically barked out at you.

“Mr. Lee,” your voice got caught in your throat when he whipped his head back to look at you. Taeyong was always calm and collected anytime you interacted with him, you never saw him display any emotion except pure, wholesome love for his daughter. Whenever he would walk through the front door, he was Dasom’s father and nothing more. This Taeyong that stood before you, was not the Taeyong you knew.

“(y/n), pack a bag for Dasom, we’re leaving now,” Taeyong requested again, this time softer, gentler, and you couldn’t help but nod along. You rushed up the steps into Dasom’s bedroom, where the little girl laid fast asleep, you pulled a bag out of the closet. Shoving all the clothes you could fit, unsure where they were going, or how long they would be gone. Packing some of her favorite toys, a few bath things, and some hair stuff too. You wrapped the little girl in her blanket, scoping her up into your arms.

You exit the room, just about to make your way down the steps when you hear, “Taeyong!” A man’s voice you couldn’t recognize yelled out, instinctively pulling Dasom closer to you, “we need to go now.”

You rushed down the stairs, careful not to trip. Taeyong watched you descend the staircase, “Are you ready to go?” He questioned, which startled you.

“Mr. Lee, I don’t understand,” your lack of knowledge clearly made Taeyong more frustrated.

“We need to go, are you ready?”

“I can’t go with you Mr. Lee, I still have school and,”

“Johnny,” Taeyong said, looking directly at you, a fire lit behind his eyes, “take (y/n) and Dasom to the car, now.” A man, whom you could only assume was Johnny, moved gripping your arm tightly, practically dragging you into an SUV.

“My bag,” you whispered out, tightly holding Dasom against your chest, her bag on your shoulder, luckily Johnny heard you and nodded. Closing the car, you and Dasom being the only one’s in the car now. You placed Dasom in her carseat, that was in the third row, carefully strapping her in to not wake her. Putting her bag down by her feet, you peered out to the house, and watched Taeyong followed by a group of men leave the house.

You watched a man open the car door for Taeyong, him slipping into the seat next to yours, as that man jumped into the driver seat, while Johnny jumped into the passenger seat. “Let’s go,” Taeyong spoke, pulling out his phone scrolling through what you could only assume was emails.

Johnny turned around looking at you, placing your bag in your lap, “here.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, afraid to disturb whatever Taeyong was doing. Here you sat in an SUV, with two strange unknown men, your extremely handsome and rich boss, and his daughter driving to god knows where at 11:30 at night. Just a typical Thursday night at work. “Mr. Lee, where are we going?”

“Call me Taeyong, only my employees call me Mr. Lee,” he said without sparing you a single glance.

“I am your employee sir.”

“Not anymore,” Taeyong put away his phone, looking directly at you, “starting from now, you are (l/n) (y/n), my fiancee, and to answer your question, we’re going home.

Your body was tired, your eyelids more heavy than ever but your mind was wide awake. The thoughts running a million miles an hour, your brain didn’t even know where to start. You had your suspicions about Taeyong, the amount of secret doors in the house, the high level of the home security, and just his attitude. But you always pushed away your suspicions, writing them off as things rich people do. However now, as you sat silent in a black out tinted SUV, driving to an undisclosed location in the middle of the night, your suspicions came creeping back, crawling up your spine.

‘My fiancée,’ the two words ringing in your mind the entire drive, the future wife of Lee Taeyong. CEO of the largest investment group in Korea, the most known eligible bachelor, you couldn’t even begin to fathom the idea of being in a relationship with Taeyong. Just before your mind could wander too far into the daydream of your relationship with Taeyong, the car pulled into a long driveway.

You stared out the window waiting for something to appear, some type of sign to show where you were exactly. At the end of the long driveway stood a larger than life mansion. You don’t even know if you could call this a mansion, more like an estate. “(y/n), bring Dasom out of the car,” Taeyong spoke to you when the car finally stopped.

You were too stunned to speak, pulling the little girl from her seat, wrapping her in her blanket and pulling on your guys bags. Johnny held the door open for you, taking the bags before you could step out. You stepped out of the vehicle, in front of the house, staring in awh. The architecture was beautiful. An older woman stepped out from the house followed by two young girls, looking to be just about your age.

“Welcome home, young master,” the older woman spoke, as the three of them bowed to Taeyong. You watched as Taeyong slightly bowed his head in acknowledgment before walking past the woman into the house. Johnny pushed you forward to follow, when you turned to look back, you saw a herd of men following ensuite into the house as well. You knew there were other cars following you guys but you didn’t realize there were that many people.

“I can take her ma’am,” one of the young girls gestured to taking Dasom from you, after you entered the house. You felt protective of the little girl, pulling her closer to you, turning away from the girl, almost like a child would when someone tried to take something from them.

“(y/n), it’s okay,” Taeyong came up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “she’s just gonna put Dasom in her bed.” You felt hesitant, but nevertheless handed the sleeping child over. She also took Dasom’s bag from Johnny, before making her way up the stairs away from the large group. “Come, let’s discuss what’s going on,” Taeyong spoke, gesturing to walk down the hall.

“Please.”

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You sat at the dining room table, which was made for forty. Taeyong had just finished explaining what was going on, however as you looked around the table, it seemed as if others were just learning about what was going on.

“So,” you started off, not even knowing where to begin, “let me get this straight, Neo Culture Technology corporation, also known as NCT is a mafia organization, in which you are the leader, and you have a hit placed on you from the yakuza, so now you are moving back to the family home, which is here and I need to be here too because they, the yakuza think we’re in a relationship. Correct?” You looked around the room, searching for the hidden camera and the group of people that was ready to jump out and yell this is a prank. This was stuff of erotic books and movies, not stuff of your perfect life.

“We're not a mafia,” Taeyong started off, “it’s just that the line between legal and illegal gets blurry when conducting business.”

“We're just very persuasive people,” Johnny said.

“We have our own means of getting business done,” another man at the table spoke, his name still unknown to you. It was like someone set a firecracker off in your mind, and you couldn’t comprehend anything anymore. It had been at most two, three hours since you left what you had known to be the home of Taeyong, but the events felt like it was a lifetime ago.

“Okay, yeah, so you’re a mafia,” you knew what was going on now, but it still hasn’t sunken in just yet, you genuinely thought that this was a dream that you would wake up from in a moment. “I’m kinda tired and I want to shower, can someone take me back home now?”

“(y/n),” Taeyong sighed, “you can’t leave here.”

“I just wanna grab clothes from home, I can come right back after, if it makes you feel better.” You said hoping that Taeyong wasn’t absolutely serious about you not leaving.

“We had your apartment cleaned out, all your stuff is here already” Taeyong sighed, you could tell he was trying to be gentle, but it wasn’t working.

“You broke into my apartment?” As if the firecracker going off in your mind wasn’t enough, now you felt the sparks setting a blaze to all your thoughts.

“We needed to make sure that people weren’t at your apartment waiting for you already,” Taeyong deadpanned like it was the obvious thing to do.

“And you had people go through all of my personal stuff?” You could see the perfect life you had being dragged away right in front of you.

“We just brought your stuff here,” You could see the uncomfortable state your question put Taeyong in.

“And now I am forced to stay here and live?” Your voice got louder as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. The control over your life slipping from your fingers. You traveled all the way to another country in an attempt to get away from your parents' controlling grip, but all you did was waltz into someone else's controlling grip. You wanted to scream out, yell and curse out Taeyong for doing this to you. You would give anything to go back to a few hours ago, you and little Dasom, drawing in the living area, settling down before bedtime. A few hours ago when life was just perfect, your perfect little life/

“(y/n), I know this is a lot for you to,” Taeyong said, the man that you dreamed of, the man that provided this perfect life, the man that melted your heart with his affection for his daughter, the man that was written by women, was now a nightmare. and the last thing you wanted to hear from him was his understanding.

“No,” you felt your heartbeat quicken, “no, you don’t get to stand there and pretend to understand what I feel like.” You stood from your chair, “you completely turned my life upside down, and expect me to just live with it, to be okay with it, to understand it. You have no idea what I am feeling, there are people out there that want me dead, and have the means to do so, because of you. You may be fine and dandy with people trying to kill you constantly, but I am not this cold blooded mob boss that barks out orders everyday. I didn’t sign up for this, Taeyong, this wasn’t in the job description.” You finished your little rant, basically screaming at Taeyong, practically storming out of the room. Taeyong had longed for you to use his name from the minute he laid eyes on you, and even now as you screamed at him, he couldn’t help the little smirk play onto his lips.

“Young madam,” someone spoke. It looked to be a young maid, bowing to you.

“Excuse me? Young Madam?” you questioned the girl, your face had a look of disgust written all over it.

“The young master said that you would be the new madam of the house and we were to address you as so.” the girl spoke, she looked to be about your age, her round face and plump figure gave her a soft look. She looked afraid of you.

“I am not the madam of the house,” your voice taking on a stern tone, one that shouldn’t have been directed to the girl, “please just call me, (y/n),” this time speaking gentler, she nodded her head, not daring to go against you, “and your name?”

“I am Sun Hee.”

“It’s nice to meet you Sun Hee, can you show me where all my stuff is?” you smiled.

“Of course, ma-, (y/n),” Sun Hee smiled back.

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The sunlight peered in through the window, your head was already aching. The air of the room felt different from your apartment, you opened your eyes looking around the room and not exactly recognizing where you were. You rubbed your eyes, trying to push away as much of the drowsiness as possible.

Last night felt like a fever dream, you weren't even sure it was real until you walked out of your bedroom, and instead of seeing your beloved apartment was faced with a beautifully crafted home. After freshening up, you made your way down the staircase, and began trying to find the kitchen.

After about 10 minutes of wandering you came up to the kitchen, there was a team of people inside already cooking.

“Young madam,” the older woman that greeted you guys outside last night said, “is there something I can help you with? Was there something that wasn’t prepared to standard?”

“Um,” you were at a loss for words, “no, I just wanted a cup of coffee.”

“Of course madam, let me escort you to the dining room, and I’ll have someone bring you a cup of coffee,” you followed the older woman out of the kitchen. She had to be older than your mother, her hair was mostly gray with strands of black here and there, it was pulled back into a low bun. Her face showed age, the lines telling a story of their own, in a way she reminded you of a piece of aged art. You wondered, dreamed about exactly what type of life she lived as you silently followed her.

The dining room, being the same place you yelled at Taeyong, there on that table for forty, he sat on one end. The older woman led you to sit on the other end of the table, the room was quiet enough you could hear a pin drop. Taeyong, had a breakfast plate, similar to the one in front of you, sitting before him. He didn’t look at you, instead focusing on the paper he read.

“Let me give you a tour of the house today,” Taeyong suggested after the older woman left, finally gazing up at you.

“No thank you,” you avoided Taeyong’s gaze, you were still angry with him from last night.

“(y/n),” Taeyong started off, his voice was gentle, he was trying, “please, I know you're angry with me.” You scoffed at the statement, being angry with him was an understatement, “I just want to try to make you comfortable.” ‘Being comfortable would be being back in my own apartment, being comfortable would be knowing people aren’t trying to kill me right now,’ all the sarcastic thoughts begging to be said. “This isn’t forever, I promise you this is just gonna be temporary.”

Your ears perked up at the word temporary, “how long is temporary? A day?” your gaze met Taeyong’s.

“No, not exactly.” You stared at Taeyong.

“A few days?”

“(y/n), you see,”

“A week?” you were beginning to get frustrated by Taeyong.

“I don’t think,” he was avoiding giving you a direct answer.

“A couple weeks?” You felt your voice waver, as your eyes welled with tears, your heart aching.

“(y/n), these things,”

“A month?” Slamming your hands on the table, You wanted answers and you wanted them now, “Mr. Lee I don’t mean to be disrespectful or ungrateful for everything you have done for me, but this is seriously another level. I still have college classes, and I don’t have the money to just retake them whenever I like,”

“I’ll pay for your college,” Taeyong blurted out, every indication pointing to him being serious.

“I have bills to pay, my rent, my car, my student loans,”

“I will take care of that for you as well,” Taeyong didn’t even look like he was joking.

“What about my friends, my family?”

“I promise, you’ll be able to call and talk to them whenever, you just can’t see them in person right now,” you were about to protest again but Taeyong cut you off before you could get anything out, “and i’ll get together a team of people to escort you and protect you for whenever you wanna see your friends, you just have to give me a little time.” Taeyong took a deep breath now, “I promise you (y/n), I will try my best to make this as comfortable as possible, but there’s people out there that want you dead, and this is the safest option right now.”

You couldn’t argue with that knowledge. Last night, when Taeyong was explaining the situation, there were pictures of you and Dasom at the old house, the two of you playing, or eating, or napping. It seemed as if you guys were being watched for over a month, that means a month of people being so close to killing you and Taeyong was just trying to protect you from that. He was trying. Running a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath, “You’ll pay all my bills?”

“Yes”

“Including my student loans?”

“Yes”

“I won’t ever have to pay you back for this?”

“You won’t”

“And you’ll make sure I’m safe?”

“Always, I promise.”

“Okay,” you let out a breath, looking at Taeyong, this can’t be that bad, you thought to yourself. You’re living every college girl's dream.

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[astaroth1357]

Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves… 

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass… 

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish. 

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan 

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway. 

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus 

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub 

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried. 

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor 

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

[from-a-reckless-writer]

dove down my rabbit hole of wips and one of my wips isnt a wip anymore! so here, have some gay shit....

“Kelly wants to get married in the woods, I want to get married in Midvale. So, apparently, our wedding will just happen via Zoom. Her in the woods, me at the beach. Ain’t that just fucking grand?”

Alex comes through the door like a hurricane covered in leather. Her helmet lands on Kara’s counter loudly. Her keys haphazardly thrown somewhere in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Then have two weddings.”

Alex follows the voice and her eyes zero in on her sister’s best friend.

Lena is sitting on the floor of Kara’s apartment, wearing an oversized sweater. Her dark hair spilling down her shoulders softly. A hand wrapping around a wine glass, the other typing on her laptop, not even jumping in the slightest at the commotion that is Alex’s entrance.

Alex plops down on the couch sighing loudly, not even batting an eye at this utterly domestic scene that is her sister washing the dishes with Lena Luthor on the floor of her apartment.

Lena doesn’t comment at the Danvers’ Sisters antics and Alex doesn’t call them out on the ridiculousness that Lena and Kara are still keen on keeping up.

The three of them already well desensitized to one another’s preferred brand of bullshitery.

“You know, sometimes I forget you're a rich-ass bitch and then you say shit like that and suddenly, I remember,” Alex says, smoothly snatching the wine from Lena’s hand.

She finishes the entire glass in one gulp and Lena rolls her eyes. Alex had finally proposed to Kelly the other week and well, that meant this week all of them had fallen victim to the Olsen-Danvers wedding debacle. It seems today isn’t the day that that whole dilemma is going to stop.

The wedding, of course, was still a few months away, but both parties were stressing about it as if it was going to happen immediately the next day.

Kara swoops in then, mussing up Alex’s hair, earning her an annoyed Hey stop it! before putting down another wine glass and pouring for Lena. Her arms are still wet from washing the dishes.

Lena murmurs her thanks and continues what she was saying, “Well, since you’ve finally remembered that I’m a billionaire. Let me pay for two weddings.”

Alex chokes on the wine.

“What? You’re kidding me, right?”

Lena continues typing, ignoring Alex’s shock, you’d think she didn’t just offer to pay for a wedding.

“Well, I mean, I’m never gonna get married,” Lena explains, “but if you let me do this, I can brag around that I’ve paid for two weddings. Not to mention I’m gonna make two brides very, very happy.”

“Or,” Kara interjects, lowering herself on the opposite side of the couch, perfect for Lena to lean back between Kara’s legs and lay her head on the side of her thigh. “You can just wait for Kelly to get here,” Kara says, pointedly. “Talk it out like normal adults and reach a compromise.”

Kara’s hands start to snake their way from Lena’s hair to Lena’s shoulders, massaging, all too aware that Lena won’t stop whatever it is she’s working on on her laptop till everybody gets here.

Lena lets herself melt and closes her eyes, sighing as Kara’s fingers dip at the junction of her neck and shoulder with just the right amount of pressure.

“I don’t wanna get married in the woods, Kara.”

Lena opens one eye to take a peek at Alex, who looks exasperated, her eyes pleading, gulping down another glass of wine.

“Don’t tell me,” Kara replies. “Tell Kelly.”

“The bugs, Kara,” Alex moans. “Imagine the bugs, and the moss and the ughhh.”

She dramatically thumps the back of her head on the couch.

“Imagine the soil. Clumpy wet soil. Eurgh. Ew. What if I fall face first in that? What if I trip over a stupid tree root in my heels? In my wedding dress?!”

“Alex, you don’t even have a dress yet,” Kara deadpans.

“I thought you were gonna wear a suit,” Lena adds.

“You two suck.” Alex pouts.

****

The rest of their friends arrive and Kara finally succeeds in prying Lena’s work laptop away from her. Alex was already teasing the line from tipsy to drunk by the time Kelly comes through the door.

“Let’s get married in Vegas!!!!” Is how Alex decides to greet her fiance.

Kelly laughs, gives her a peck then answers, “As much as that sounds like a very convenient wedding, I don’t think Eliza would appreciate that, baby.”

Alex frowns at being rejected, sags against the couch and crosses her arms. Why does Kelly always have to be right?

“How much has she had to drink?” Kelly turns to Kara.

“Uhh ask Lena. She made her switch to whiskey.”

Lena—who Kelly thinks was way too busy nuzzling against Kara’s neck to even answer her question—mumbles something that sounds like “S’was just two glasses.”

Kelly just shakes her head, makes Alex drink a glass of water. Her ring making a clink against the glass.

“Alright, what if,” Nia sing-songs, eyes sparkling with mischief, “we just settle this whole wedding thing with Charades?”

Nia claps her hands together like some gameshow host and Kelly takes a deep breath through the nose.

She’s been to enough Game Nights to know where this is headed.

Everybody else was intoxicated enough to accept the suggestion as a grand idea, not at all even thinking that: Hey, isn’t this something we should all take seriously?? Maybe ask the brides what they want, maybe???

Kara nods enthusiastically, agreeing immediately, “Oh!! That’s a great idea! Fun and fair at the same time!”

“Olsen vs. Danvers. Brides get to pick their teams.”

Nia pulls a white board out of nowhere, uncaps a marker and writes “Team Danvers”, “Team Olsen” separated by a neat line in the middle.

“Are we really letting Nia take charge of our wedding venue?" She hears Alex whisper from where she has her tucked at the crook of her neck.

Kelly sneaks a glance at the chaos happening before their eyes; Brainy already claiming to be on Kelly’s team, J’onn shaking his head opting to be the game scorer instead and refusing to participate, somebody’s shouting about: NIA, DREAM PROJECTIONS AT CHARADES IS CHEATING!!!!

Guess this is their life now.

Kelly smirks, boops Alex on the nose and says, “Scared you’ll lose, Danvers?”

****

Alex loses by three points.

“How was I supposed to know you were gesturing 'Transformers'!?!” She barks at Kara, throwing her hands in exasperation.

“I pointed at Nia!” Kara huffs, incredulous at the fact that her sister is blaming her.

Nia lost them a point too!

“What does Nia even have to do with it???” Alex’s voice grows higher in pitch. Her brows furrow in a mix of confusion and frustration.

“Trans, Alex. Trans.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groans. “How are you this dumb?”

And that was the story of how Kelly got her dream wedding.

****

The frenzy finally dies down, some time between Nia making up another drinking game and J’onn making her sit back down. A movie that none of them were watching provides a background noise to the almost lazy atmosphere. Kelly and Alex were pressed close on the far end of the couch, enjoying the temporary quiet.

“Guess we’re getting married in the woods, huh?” Alex murmurs.

“I guess we are,” Kelly whispers back. Alex beams at her, grinning dopily at the thought of finally getting the ending they deserve. It would be the perfect day, she has no doubt about that. No matter where they are. It would be perfect because they got there together.

Alex can’t wait.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

Alex continues to smile stupidly, nudges her nose to Kelly’s.

“Just— I don’t really care where we get married, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Kelly raises an amused brow at her.

“Mm-hm. So long as you’re the one walking down the aisle.”

Alex presses their lips together, breathes Kelly in deep and for the first time that night, she feels that the future isn’t so scary, even though there is still a very large possibility that she might trip over a tree root on her wedding day.

Somebody interrupts their kiss.

“She’s only saying that ‘cos she lost.”

“Shut up, Luthor.”

****

“Text me when you get home!”

Lena hears Kara call loudly after her sister, before closing the door. Game Night has officially ended and as usual she’s still here. She’ll always be here, she thinks for a brief moment. The thought holding more depth than it should.

Kara didn’t even question her when everybody began filing out and Lena just started picking up the discarded dirty plates and walking them to the sink. They’re well past the point of asking each other if the other would stay over.

It was already some unspoken rule.

Already well past the point of Lena wanting to ask Kara what the hell it is they’re doing.

She’s bent over the sink, scrubbing—Kara doesn’t own a dishwasher for the sole reason that she finds doing the dishes therapeutic—when Lena takes a glance over her shoulder.

Kara is sitting on a high stool near the counter, casually flicking through her phone. It was Lena’s turn to do the dishes tonight. Once upon a time her doing the dishes would have resulted in a fight. “I can superspeed the dishes. Why would you even want to do them?” A statement that would be met with an eye roll.

Kara has learned not to fight her on it again, after around the 7th time that Lena had stubbornly insisted and Supergirl got doused with dishwashing liquid.

And now, it’s become some sort of routine, Kara does the dishes after lunch and Lena does the dishes after dinner. Oh, how the paparazzi would kill for this—Lena Luthor Knows What A Sponge Is?

“Is it true when you told Alex you’re never going to get married?”

Kara decides to break their quiet.

“Yeah, pretty certain about that one, why?” Lena turns around, cocks a curious brow. If she’s being honest she’s beyond certain that she’s not going to get married. She always jokes about how she’s married to L-Corp but it isn’t till now that she realizes how true that is, and...how lonely.

“I don’t know,” Kara murmurs, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “I just like the idea of you getting married, I guess.”

“What?” Lena chuckles at that; genuinely confused but still curious.

“Well, I mean—” Kara wobbles through her words.

“I guess, I just— I like the idea of you walking down the aisle...in a white dress,” Kara muses.

Then, “Or a suit!!” she quickly amends. “If you wanna wear a suit, that is. That can totally be arranged, you know?” Kara waves her hand around and it’s like now that she’s started, she can’t stop.

And Lena’s just standing there, water still dripping from her elbow, unsure of how to feel about Kara imagining her getting married. Quite an incredulous scene isn’t it? Her getting married? What a crazy thing to say, an even crazier scenario to imagine!

She snaps out of it, realizing Kara’s still rambling.

“I have no objections whatsoever with that, if you wanna wear a suit. And yeah, you know? I just— I like that idea. I like the idea of you dancing to your wedding song. The idea of you exchanging your vows, the idea of you-”

“Kara,” Lena decides to put a stop to it, since it’s clearly evident Kara won’t be stopping any time soon. And Lena's feeling way too many things that she doesn’t want to feel at the moment. She’s sure that she’s going to feel more, if she doesn’t put a stop to it herself.

“I’m well aware that it’s the best friend’s job to help with the bride’s wedding,” She says, “but, darling don’t you think you’re putting just a bit too much effort into this? Certainly seems like you’ve thought about it a lot.”

At that, Kara’s cheeks turn a light pink, squirming sheepishly under Lena’s questioning gaze.

Shouldn’t Kara be thinking about her own wedding? How beautiful she would look walking down the aisle. How her blonde hair would look so nicely with her dress. How happy she would finally be after finding someone she could share her life with. Not that Lena's been thinking about those kinds of things. No, of course not. That’d be hypocritical of her at this point. Why would she even— Why were they even talking about this again???

Lena tries to rein in it, tries to focus on Kara again; hands finally finding a dry towel, hesitantly walking into Kara’s space to hear the blonde more clearly.

“Well, I mean- Like I said, I do really like the idea of you getting married,” Kara repeats herself slowly.

And before Lena can come any closer, “Like the idea of you getting married…to me. More specifically,” Kara adds more quietly.

“What?”

Lena stands frozen.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard y- Kara, did you just?”

Lena’s heart is pounding away in her chest. Did she hear her right? Did Kara really just—

Lena’s a step away from her and Kara uses this to her advantage. She pulls Lena closer, tugging at her wrist, the towel dropping from Lena’s hands. Kara summons enough willpower to stare into Lena’s eyes.

“I like the idea of you getting married to me, Lena Luthor.”

“Kara, I’m sorry- What?” Lena jerks away from her, the words finally landing.

“Is that a no?”

Kara lets her go. She can’t focus on Lena’s heartbeat to assess the situation more. Kara’s own heart is betraying her, drumming so loudly in her ears.

“Uh- no, that's definitely not a no?” says Lena hesitantly, eyes wide, breathing nervously. She turns away from Kara for a minute to take a breath, hands fidgeting about.

She whirls around again to face, mutters, “You do realize marriages are for people who are—”

She pauses.

How do you exactly phrase that wedding proposals are for people who are actually in some kind of romantic relationship? And not for people who casually stay over every goddamn Thursday without fail?And okay, maybe sometimes, in a much different reality, would willingly commit fratricide to save the other? And in an also much different reality, willingly expose a secret identity to save the other?

Lena can’t find the right words.

“Oh, I don’t know, Kara,” Lena scoffs, shaking her head disbelievingly. “Marriage is for people who are actually dating each other.”

Kara takes her sarcasm as a good sign and pulls her in again.

“Well,” Kara begins. She can hear Lena’s heart thumping erratically, now that Kara’s gotten her bearings.

“We can always have our first date after the wedding, right?”

Aren’t they well past the point of dating anyway?

She’s got Lena standing between her legs now, her hands wrapping around her waist.

“First date and honeymoon all in one. That sounds great, doesn’t it? I can fly you wherever you want, Paris, Maldives, hell I even have a Fortress in the Arctic, if you’re into that.”

Lena stares at her, blinks once, twice; shakes her head and lets out a noise between a laugh and a scoff.

“Kara Zor-El, you are one ridiculous woman,” She breathes, putting a hand on Kara’s cheek. Because what else is there to say? This whole conversation really is ridiculous. But at the same time Lena feels like she’s floating? Like this may be the best moment of her life, and of course, it’s going to be ridiculous. This is Kara she’s dealing with, after all.

She doesn’t know what she’s going to do if Kara reveals this to be just some sort of joke.

But the way her blue eyes are piercing through Lena’s, so earnest and so warm, argues otherwise.

“So, what do you say? Wanna get married?”

“Are you serious right now?” Lena asks, still unbelieving. This is beyond crazy. They’ve fought aliens and monsters and traveled through time but this? This is just beyond crazy.

“Lena, do I look like I’m joking? And besides, you’d already offered to pay for two weddings, why not pay for our two weddings, instead?”

She shakes her head again, let’s herself fall closer to Kara, lets out a laugh against her neck.

“Mm. You want a Kryptonian ceremony too?”

“Yeah.” Kara’s voice turns shy. “If that’s alright by you.”

“Of course, that’s alright by me. I’d be honored.”

Her heart feels more than full at the thought of Kara wanting to share that part of her with Lena. She’s always had some doubts whenever the topic of Kara’s Kryptonian heritage arises, always half-afraid she’s overstepped on something that isn’t hers.

But looks like there was nothing to fear all along.

“So, we’re getting married, huh?” Kara wiggles her brows, her face breaking into a wide grin.

“Yes. Mm-hm,” Lena hums against her. “I do. I’d marry you. Let’s get married.”

“Seal it with a kiss?"

****

“Hi.”

Lena blearily opens her eyes, follows the soft voice, her bare back being caressed by the sun filtering through Kara’s curtains.

“Hi,” She whispers back. All this feels much too like a fever dream. She’s half-tempted to pinch herself just to check. She’s woken up beside Kara a million times before but she’ll never get used to the sight of soft golden hair and sleepy blue eyes.

Kara gives her a soft peck and the feel of her lips sends Lena reeling.

The previous night was a whirlwind in her mind’s eye. The moment Lena murmured her 'Yes, please.', Kara kissed her passionately. Once they broke away, Kara had zipped around the apartment, Lena too dazed to even ask what it was Kara was looking for.

She watched as Kara tore off a keychain from one of her bags, curled the keyring to fit Lena’s finger and whispered, “This’ll do. For now.”

Kara had kissed her knuckles reverently, her lips making Lena’s blood sing in her veins. The feel of mangled metal fitted just for her left hand is an imprint on her soul. A promise of more to come.

They didn’t make it out of the kitchen the first time. Kara had lifted her by the waist and set her down on the kitchen counter. Which was a good thing, because Lena couldn’t feel her legs after.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom the second time either. She had tackled Kara onto the couch, pinning her wrists together, licking at the shell of Kara’s ear. “My turn now,” Lena had whispered. The way Kara shivered underneath her was enough of a reward. How long had they been waiting for this?

Flashes of last night had her hips bucking slightly unto Kara’s leg sandwiched between her own, but before it could escalate further...

“I have exciting news to share,” Kara tells her.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Kara hums, now nosing at Lena’s hair.

“What is it?” Lena asks.

“I’m getting married.”

“Oh you are?” Lena plays along.

“Yes. I’m getting married to my best friend,” whispers Kara, almost conspiratorially. “How cool is that?”

Kara looks giddy with excitement and Lena knows she’s mirroring that exact same expression right now.

“Mm. Very cool, darling.”

Kara giggles and they trade more lazy kisses before Lena breaks away to breathe.

“Quite a coincidence though,” Lena husks out against Kara’s lips.

“Oh really? Why?” Kara asks, tries to keep a serious neutral face despite her nose scrunching up in that cute smile that Lena can’t resist

“I’m also getting married,” Lena confides, “To my best friend," she adds, eyes flashing. "Isn’t that great?”

“Very great.” Kara nods slowly, blonde hair falling into her face, a hand running through dark tresses.

“I love you,” Lena whispers, her lips brushing Kara’s softly.

“I love you, too.” Kara kisses her harder then, her hands lazily wandering along Lena’s skin.

They lie there quietly for a few moments, basking in the morning glow and then, “Alex will kill us.”

Lena snorts, twists in the sheets and says, “I think your sister is too busy planning her wedding to even think about plotting our murder.”

read follow-up here.

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love thy neighbor | kun (m)

title: love thy neighbor pairing: kun x black reader genre: fluff, smut, neighbors to lovers request: “Hello again Rain! I hope you're doing well and I'm happy to see you're open for requests again. Your writing in general is a treat to look forward to. An idea for a fic I'd like to suggest is wayv kun/black oc where they're neighbors that secretly pine for another and do feel free get very nsfw lmao. TY!” word count: 5.7k warnings: alcohol use, protected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, riding a/n: i used a prompt from this list of ideas to help me create this fic.

i’m sorry, this fic could’ve theoretically been finished long ago but took me 3893 years because kun intimidates me (and i don’t know why) and that makes it hard to write for him l m f a o chile anyway...

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Your neighbor might actually kill you one day—but only in the figurative sense.

Kun is too beautiful and kind for your sanity; he’s like one of those men out of a romantic novel who simply should not exist. In other words, the ideal guy. One who helps all the little old ladies in the building take their groceries up to their apartments, one who feeds all the stray cats that hang around the complex, one who helps new tenants move their things in without even being asked.

Your roommate Charlotte would probably be totally smitten over him just like you if she did not already have her own happy relationship with her girlfriend. But since she does, she has decided to spend her time instead teasing you about your crush on him and trying to persuade you into getting tangled up in a matchmaking mess.

“I’m sure he already has a girlfriend, I don’t know, trying to shoot my shot seems ridiculous,” you say to her, worrying the edge of your blanket in your hands. You toss and turn on the couch, flipping onto your stomach and sighing before shuffling onto your back again. “People like that can never stay single for long. Right? They get snapped up quick.”

“You’d know if you simply asked,” Charlotte points out. “Staring holes into his head won’t help you find out more about him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, your fingers stumbling over the blanket as it momentarily slips from your hands. Still, the idea of asking him if he’s dating anyone, whether discreetly or more openly, makes you nervous. You’ve talked to Kun several times before, even hung out with him at those friendly get-togethers your apartment building always holds to get the residents mingling, but you’re still anxious around him. It makes you feel silly, like you’re back in high school; but you aren’t quite sure what to do with those emotions or how to form them into something coherent. “Easy to say all that when you already have the person you want, though.”

“Oh, girl. Love is not easy, but that’s why you have to fucking work for it. AKA, go for what—or who—the hell you want and stop pining over him like some lost Juliet on our couch. It’s better than watching you flop around like a dying fish.”

You stand up from the couch abruptly, leaving your blanket to the side and glaring at her. “You don’t get it, ugh.”

“I get it! But you refuse to let me help—”

“Yes, because if I did, you’d say something completely ridiculous and tell him I’m madly in love with him or something.” You head to the bathroom to check yourself in the mirror.

Charlotte throws her hands up in surrender. “Hey, maybe. But that wouldn’t be a lie.”

“Really? I don’t think—”

“I think so. The way you talk about this guy, it’s definitely sounding a little like love to me.”

Once you’re satisfied, you come back in the main room and grab your keys, wanting to end this conversation before Charlotte sets a world record for how many times she can make you feel embarrassed. “Whatever you say. I’m gonna go to the corner store, so...speak now if you need something or forever hold your peace.”

“You can’t run from it,” Charlotte sing-songs, going back to reading her magazine. “And no, I don’t need anything.”

Once you get out your front door, it’s just your luck when you see Kun’s door is also open. You are not dressed for running into him, of all people; your “corner store” clothes being just a T-shirt, leggings, and slides. You freeze in place and momentarily think about unlocking your door and bolting back inside, which you realize is utterly ridiculous. By then, it’s too late; he’s already coming out his door and closing it behind him. 

He perks up when he sees you outside, smiling at you with those deep dimples that make your insides melt. “Hey Y/N, good to see you.”

“Kun! Uh—great to see you too.”

“Are you going out somewhere?” he asks. Inwardly, he feels a bit silly for asking because you clearly are, keys in hand and everything.

“Yeah, just to the store to get a few things.” You wave your hand, and you almost have the urge to lean on your doorframe to appear more calm and collected than you are. Which could potentially end up looking sillier than you intended. “How about you?”

“Going to see a friend,” he answers, and he brushes his hand through his hair in a way that’s completely casual but somehow modelesque at the same time. This is unbelievable, you think to yourself. “We haven’t met up in a while, so…”

“Oh yeah, it’s always nice to go out with old friends,” you say, smiling at the thought of it. Kun nods his agreement, and then has an abrupt, wild idea to ask if you’d like to go out somewhere sometime. Too busy warring with himself over whether he should take the dive, he doesn’t notice you heading towards the stairs already. “I hope you two have a good time!”

“Oh—thanks. Hope you enjoy your trip.” He chuckles, following you down the steps to get to his car. Well, that moment has passed. Sure, he could probably still ask you now if he was bold enough about it, but it feels too awkward to randomly ask someone out in the middle of a stairwell.

You wave bye to him once you both get in the parking lot. He watches you walk to your car with a wistful smile on his face. He wants to say more to you, but the timing isn’t right and it’s best not to hold you up right now. Plus, Hendery’s probably already waiting for him.

It would’ve provided you with a lot of relief if you knew Kun was facing a similar dilemma to you. He’d never had much problem talking to women he liked in the past, but something about you made him feel clumsy and hesitant. But just like with your inability to move forward, there’s no way for you to know his feelings without him saying anything about it—which he has been hesitating over for the longest. 

Maybe he was also still cowering from the embarrassment of the time he’d tried to show you a magic trick that didn’t quite work out, but it was a convenient excuse. At least for him, anyway.

One day he’d get the courage to tell you how he felt, but he didn’t think today was that day.

–

Some strong shots and a few hours at the club was exactly what you needed to unravel your nerves after a long week. You and a few others from your work had decided to go out that Saturday night as a group effort to unwind from dealing with your overbearing boss. “Just a couple shots” eventually turned into more than that, though, but you weren’t complaining. As long as it gave you the opportunity to discard all your issues for a while, you didn’t mind losing yourself a little.

However, your night of fun quickly dissolves into frustration when you realize you’ve lost your keys and have no way to get back into your apartment. You’re not even sure where they might’ve disappeared—in the club, or in the rideshare back to your apartment?

Charlotte is out of the city for the week visiting her long-distance girlfriend, so there’s no way you’re getting back in your apartment tonight. The main office won’t be open at this hour, either; it’s the weekend, and nobody will be there regardless until Monday. And you’re definitely not drunk enough or desperate enough to try to bust the door down.

Though it pains you to do so, you knock on Kun’s door, your head throbbing and dizzy. You feel bad about this. He won’t even be awake at this hour and might not answer, but you don’t know what other options you have. You aren’t familiar enough with your other neighbors to ask this of them. Especially not the old lady living on the other side of you who has a perpetually judgmental aura towards everyone in the apartment building. The only person she seems marginally approving of is none other than the man himself—Qian Kun.

It takes a good minute or two, but you hear the latch unlock, and Kun is suddenly standing in front of you, a look of concern on his sleepy face. He is adorable like this, in his pajamas and his hair mussed and his eyes foggy with sleep. He’s so cute it makes you want to cry—and so you do. 

But your tears are mostly because you’re very tipsy and tired and currently locked out of your very comfortable apartment.

This awakens Kun immediately. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He gently pulls you into his apartment, his tone quiet but panicked as you put your face in your hands and cry. You just shake your head for a few moments, crying too much to say anything to him. When you don’t reply, he doesn't try to press you for answers; he just puts his arms around you, a bit carefully as if you’re made of some easily breakable material, and lets you wet his T-shirt with your tears.

Finally, when you’ve collected yourself some, you abruptly feel foolish for crying over something like this. He probably thinks someone’s died, and you’ve gotten him all worked up for practically nothing. “I-I’m locked out,” you sigh heavily, and he has enough politeness not to outwardly react to your alcohol breath with your close proximity. “And my roommate is gone…forever.”

His eyebrows lift. “Forever?”

“The whole week, Kun...but it feels like...f-forever.”

“Ah...I see. Is that why you were crying?”

You put your head back in your hands. “Just kill me.”

“Don’t feel bad about it,” Kun says, and there is a tiny lift to his mouth like he wants to smile at your dramatics. “It’s fine. You can stay here tonight.”

“Kun, thank you.” You’re still loosely embracing each other, and you squeeze your arms more tightly around him. Maybe it’s just a reason to rest your head on his chest again and hear his heart beating strong against your cheek, but you wouldn’t admit that. Wait, why is his heart beating so fast? “Thank youuu, I love you so much, this means the world to me.”

Kun’s mind catches on the words I love you so much, and he knows you’re just drunk and need to sleep it off and aren’t really thinking about what you’re saying, but he cannot help lingering there for a moment. He’s glad the front room is still dim from the single lamp he turned on, otherwise you might notice the flush growing on his cheeks. “I...it’s no problem. We should get you comfortable, then.”

As it turns out, get you comfortable means he lets you sleep in his bed while he takes the couch. In another context you’d protest, not wanting to kick him out of his own space, but you are simply too smashed to think about it. You’re seconds away from falling asleep where you stand now that the adrenaline of discovering you’re locked out has worn off. Kun has the idea to make you drink some ice cold water, though, which wakes you up enough to take a proper shower.

By the time you get out of the shower and are wearing his clothes—his clothes—you are feeling a little more sober. You also feel like you’re going to have another small meltdown over all this. “This” being: wearing Kun’s clothes and standing in his bedroom, which is decorated with all his interests and treasured belongings. There’s a small studio setup in one corner, which interests you, but you don’t investigate it any further.

Now you have another little problem, though; what are you gonna do about the pillows? You don’t have anything to cover your hair with, with all your scarves and bonnets in your own apartment. One night of sleeping on a cotton pillow wouldn’t kill you, but that doesn’t make it any less distasteful to think about.

Kun comes into the bedroom to check on you and sees you puzzling around, sitting on the bed and looking awkward. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh. It’s nothing really,” you rush out, unsure if you should tell him about a problem he likely won’t even understand. It must be at least 4:00 a.m. by now, meaning you both desperately need to get some sleep.

“You can tell me, I won’t bite.”

I wouldn’t mind if you did pops into your head, but you immediately try to ignore that thought and are silently grateful that you do not blush visibly.

“Uh, my hair.”

“Your hair?”

“Okay, I need to cover it at night so it won’t get all broken off or anything—sleeping on cotton does wonders for destroying moisture—but I don’t have anything here to use. I mean—it’s...not a huge deal though, I can deal with it for a night?” You’re rambling now. Kun just nods, taking in all this information like he’s listening to something very important and very interesting.

“So then, what would you do to stop that?”

“Wear a scarf, or a bonnet, or using a silk pillowcase works, too. But you probably don’t have any of that stuff, you don’t have to bother with it—”

“Well, let me see.” Kun disappears into his closet and you pause, wondering for a moment if he actually does have a bonnet or something in there. Which would probably be a little hilarious to you.

He comes back out with not a bonnet of a scarf or even a pillowcase, but one of his own shirts. It’s just the right material though, being a pretty purple silk.

“Oh—Kun.” At this point, there are several emotions all trying to come to the forefront, though you have no clue which one to settle on. “Your shirt? You really don’t have to. I could…”

“It’s just a shirt, Y/N. There are a lot more where that comes from...I don’t mind.” He chuckles.

You sigh bashfully but take the shirt from him. “Thank you, it’s really thoughtful of you.” You cover the pillow with his shirt, and it works perfectly.

“Anyway, if you need anything else, just tell me,” he says, lingering by the door.

“I will...thank you,” you say, your voice quiet as you give him a nervous smile. Only when he shuts the door and his footsteps fade away do you allow yourself to bunch the comforter in your fists and scream into it. Everything in here smells just like him, which is probably more than enough to fuel all of your Qian Kun-related daydreams for the next 8 months.

It doesn’t take long for you to drift off when you finally do lie down, and your mind is blissfully empty of anything throughout the night.

--

The next day takes a bit of settling into. You’re momentarily alarmed when you wake up faced with a strange room until you remember last night’s events and recall where you are. There is also the smell of food, good food, which is also sadly unfamiliar to you. Charlotte can’t cook to save either of your lives, so you know you’d never be waking up to the smell of a professional chef-approved breakfast if you were still in your apartment with her.

Walking out of Kun’s room, you see that he’s in the kitchen, halfway finished with cooking breakfast for the both of you. It’s more like brunch at this hour, but what does that matter.

You linger at the doorway for a moment, allowing yourself to imagine that this is what things would be like if you were dating. Getting this view everyday? Life cannot be this unfair.

Maybe not too much, though, since you are standing in his kitchen.

“Oh, good morning,” he greets you, breaking your reverie. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning. I slept great. Thanks again for, you know, the shirt, haha…”

He grins, and his dimples come out. “Sure thing. Go ahead and sit! Breakfast will be ready soon.”

It’s the best breakfast you’ve eaten since living with Charlotte; maybe some of the best food you’ve ever had. “I had no idea you could cook this well,” you say. “I mean. I guess I wouldn’t since I haven’t—you know, uh—eaten here before, but—it’s great.” It’s just your luck that your thoughts come out in this fumbling mini-rant, but Kun only laughs good-naturedly.

“Thank you, I’m truly glad you like it.”

You both continue eating breakfast while making light conversation. This just might be the longest conversation you’ve had with each other, and that knowledge seems surreal. You’re almost a little glad you lost your key. Almost.

“So...today is Sunday. And the leasing office still won’t be open until Monday.” Kun says this over the remnants of breakfast. He speaks in a measured tone, like he’s trying to ensure he says the right thing. Whatever that could possibly be. “And you told me your roommate won’t be back until Monday.”

To your credit, you hadn’t exactly accounted for this when you first came over to his place in your distressed state. That means another night spent in his apartment though, which becomes very obvious to you now. “Ah. Sorry, am I imposing?”

“What—no, I-I just wanted to make sure you knew you can stay here tonight, or—however long you need.”

Relief floods through you, and you briefly wonder why you even worried about it; as far as you know, he’s not the kind of person to just kick someone out. “Ohh, of course—that’s good to know. Thank you for all this!”

“You’re welcome.” You miss the smile he gives to your response as you’re busy drinking your juice, but it’s one filled with a certain affection.

--

It feels a bit awkward to just sit around in his apartment all day, with nothing to do and all your belongings still locked out of your reach in your own place, so Kun shows you the studio in the corner of his room. He’d talked about being into music before, but you’d never heard anything of his until now.

When he plays the keyboard for you, it’s to the tune of a beautiful self-composed song. You almost pinch yourself to remind yourself this isn’t a hallucination or a fever dream. A man this appealing really exists, and you’ve stayed the night in his apartment and eaten his breakfast. You give a small round of applause when he finishes.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you became a famous singer or something? I’d come to all your concerts,” you say lightly, kicking your legs on the edge of his bed.

“All? Really, all?” He laughs.

“Yes, all. A voice and talent like that deserves all the attention.” You lean back on his bed, stretching your legs out. “But all your venues would probably be sold out. Hopefully you’d remember me from your lil’ ole apartment building. I’m sure you’d be living in a penthouse by then.”

Kun smiles bashfully at your compliments, waving his hands as if it’s too much. “Thank you. But I don’t think I could ever forget you.” His voice grows a bit softer. His expression is more genuine than you expect for a conversation that was so playful only seconds ago, and you find it hard to hold eye contact all of a sudden.

It is your turn to be bashful, and you shrug in an effort to seem natural. “Well, I’m flattered.” Despite your unaffected demeanor, you don’t think those words will leave your mind for a good while, even if you wonder about the meaning of them. 

--

Later that evening, Kun makes dinner and you watch TV together, flipping to whatever channels have dramas or movies playing.

You two eventually fall into another conversation when you can’t find anything good to watch—one that does not make you overly nervous for once. During a lull in the talking, that big question pops up into your mind, and you wince internally at how Charlotte would’ve already told you to make a move. You aren't sure how to do that without making him uncomfortable or seeming too sudden, but you decide to make an attempt.

You edge into it with, “So, um, your place looks pretty nice for one guy. It’s just you here, right?”

“Ah yeah, just me. Thanks, I do try my best.”

“Haha, I’m used to my guy friends all having super messy apartments until they get a girlfriend and she teaches them how to clean a stove for the first time…”

“Oh really? That’s a bit sad for them, isn’t it?” He chuckles. “I’m not dating anyone right now, so it’s all me.”

Just the information you were looking for. You try not to show your elation. “Why not?” you blurt out. Then you cringe because this might sound too invasive or even judgmental, but Kun only grins. “It’s just, it’s a little surprising. You’re such a generous person. You seem to care about everyone, even those poor stray kitties that stay outside the apartments all the time.”

He smiles timidly in response to receiving more of your compliments. “I guess it seems curious when you put it like that.” Just like when you’d drunkenly said I love you so much, there’s suddenly heat on the back of his neck that he hopes won’t turn into another blush that’ll expose him. “I don’t really know, I haven’t thought much about it; life’s weird like that.” He isn’t really sure how to answer that question in a way that won’t be too big of a hint that he’s interested in you, though he’s also not entirely sure why he’s still trying to hide it. Wouldn’t now be the perfect opportunity? When will you two have this much time together again? Still, you staying in his apartment for two days doesn’t mean you like him, and maybe he’s jumping the gun.

“That’s true. Guess that’s the same reason why I’ve been alone for a while now.” You shake your head.

“You?” Kun is equally surprised to know this about you.

You laugh incredulously. “Does that shock you or something?”

“I...well.” He rubs the back of his neck as he searches for the words. “I just thought...you’re very pretty, and you’re always really kind when we speak, so...”

“Oh?” Your face heats up at that.

“Yeah, I…think anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

“Oh.” Your body’s first instinct is to freeze with nervousness, but you know Charlotte would be kicking your ass in gear right now if she were somehow here. So, you decide to stop stressing about it and just do it. “Well...wouldn’t it be nice if we both had a way to fix our problems at the same time?”

Kun pauses for a moment before replying. “What do you suggest?” He knows what you are proposing—you can see in his eyes and his slight grin and his posture that he knows—but maybe he wants to hear you say it out loud.

“Hm, well…I don’t know, what do you think?” You lean a bit closer to him, raising your eyebrows and trying your best to look innocent and unassuming. His smile turns into something different with your increased proximity. Something a little more sly.

Mirroring your actions, he inches nearer to you until there’s little space left between. “Well, I think…” Kun tentatively closes the remaining gap between the two of you, the rest of his sentence left to linger as his soft lips envelop yours.

Maybe it’s corny to say it, but it definitely feels like one of those fairytale kisses with the fireworks going off and streamers popping; even though you’re sitting on his couch wearing his pajamas, some movie in the background you’ve long forgotten the plot of, empty dinner plates sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

You aren’t sure how you end up in his lap—who made the first move? Was it his hand on your back or your hands on his shoulders? You straddle him on the couch, your arms slipping around his shoulders and his hands on your back but assuredly traveling farther down your body.

Kun’s hands come to rest on your thighs, pulling the fabric of his shorts up a few inches higher. “I never thought I’d see you wearing my clothes,” he says lowly, grinning against your mouth.

“I also never thought I’d be sitting in your lap like this, but maybe sometimes dreams do come true,” you say jokingly, your lips rubbing against his skin as you slowly kiss his jaw.

You can’t see his expression, but his eyebrows shoot up at that. “Dreams, huh? You think about me often?” His voice pitches lower when he asks this, aroused by the thought of you imagining anything quite so lewd about him. You’ve definitely incriminated yourself now and won’t be able to wiggle out of it without an answer.

“...Maybe.”

“What do you think about me?” Kun grips your hips, which quickly turns into him grabbing your ass—tentatively at first to test the waters, and then firmly enough to grind you against his hardening cock. Sensing him solid and warm underneath you sends a shockwave down your spine, and the sensation heightens when his voice caresses your ear, all low and tense with arousal. “It’s just the two of us here. No one else has to know.”

“I think about your...lips. How you might kiss me. Or what you might say to me. And...your hands.” You pause there, a quiet breath whispering past your lips. “You have really big hands, you know.”

“My hands…” Kun places one on your chest, spreading his fingers across and touching your collarbone. The heel of his palm glides on the top of your breast, and just that touch is enough to get you more worked up. “Hmm. Actually, I’ll admit I’m pretty good with my hands.” He smirks, and he’s possibly the finest thing you’ve ever seen. “What else, Y/N?”

“I thought about how you’d touch me.” His hand slides between your breasts now, down your sternum, and to your stomach. “Maybe I’d invite you into my apartment when Charlotte wasn’t there. We’d watch some stupid movie and pretend to be into it, but we’re really just thinking about each other. You’d eventually end up slipping your hand up my skirt...and making me cum all over your fingers.”

You aren’t sure how you’re saying all this to Kun right now, the dude you have a major crush on, without bursting into flames.

His shaft rubbing against your clit even through your layers of clothes makes you sigh dreamily, pressing your forehead to his and gripping at his shoulders and biceps. His bangs are soft against your forehead, and your breath stutters when he moves to kiss the side of your neck. He has to know how hard your heart is beating right now.

“And then what?” His voice is barely a whisper, then.

“And then you’d fuck me, of course.” There’s a slight laugh in your voice at the ticklish feeling of his lips kissing your skin.

“And then I’d fuck you...hm,” he echoes. “Sure, I can do that.”

The promise of it entices you, and more heat pools between your legs, amplified by the fabric rubbing against your sensitive parts. His hand that’s still on your stomach travels under your shirt then, and your hips falter in your rhythm against him when his fingers brush across your nipple. He brings his lips to your other breast, lapping his tongue against your nipple over the fabric.

You soon come like this, his shaft grinding against your clit and his clothes rubbing against your skin, his hands on your ass and his lips traveling across your breasts. The orgasm is sudden and surprises you, but it’s good, and you convulse as the waves of pleasure course through you. You weaken and slump against him, with him still teasing your breasts with his mouth and hands. Pushing your face into his hair, you moan into the black strands until the quivering stops.

You’re breathless when you speak again. “You haven’t come yet.”

“I’d rather do that when I’m inside you,” he replies. You giggle quietly.

“...What are you waiting for, then?”

“Hold on.” Kun carefully maneuvers you off his lap, and you already want to complain at the lack of his touch. “I have to get a condom.”

“Hurry, or you’ll miss all the fun,” you say as you pull your shirt off with your back to him. You look back over your shoulder at him and grin mischievously.

“You’re such a tease…”

Kun goes into his room to fetch a condom, and when he returns he’s already pulling his shirt off, leaving it on the floor somewhere. You’re fully naked now, your legs pulled up to your chest and your chin resting on your knees as you sit on the couch. Kun’s eyes drop between your legs, your inner thighs still glistening from your previous orgasm, and he swipes his tongue across his lips at the sight of you, wet and ready for him.

Likewise, your eyes drop to the dark trail of hair leading into his pants and his bulge just below it, the way his sweatpants cling to his length, and your pussy throbs with the desire to be filled.

“Please, hurry.”

Kun doesn’t waste any time in getting the rest of his clothes off, shoving his pants and underwear done in one swift move and rolling the condom over his shaft. He climbs onto the couch, grabbing your legs and guiding them around his waist, and you giggle at his eager but gentle touch as you recline on the couch pillows behind you.

He grabs his dick and lines it up with you, then pushes it in slowly at first. The stretch makes your toes curl, but it is a good kind of stretch, the kind that fills you to the brim. Like the missing element you needed.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice husky from the pleasure.

“Fuck, please,” is your answer as you shift your hips and try to get him all the way inside quicker. Noticing your urgency, he slides the rest of the way in until your hips are flush against each other and starts thrusting into you. His length dragging across your walls feels much better than you could’ve imagined on any given night, and you clasp your legs tighter around him to get ever closer.

After a point, he pushes your legs up with his hands behind your knees so he can get a deeper angle, and you both moan at the difference in sensation and how much tighter you get around him.

There is no ignoring the messy wet noises of your bodies colliding due to the slickness of your previous orgasm and the new wetness he’s continually fucking out of you. Each thrust reaches deep inside you, deep enough to make you nearly sob, your hands fumbling over your breasts and your clit all the while.

“Kun, god yes please,” you whimper, rocking your hips into the rhythm of his own. You fucking him back makes him groan deeply, his bangs hanging off his forehead as he dips his head to watch himself slide in and out of you. You could not control the urge or the motion of your body even if you wanted to; you want all of him, as close as he can get.

“I don’t want this to end,” he moans, and he pulls out without a warning. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, and your discontent comes out in a full whine. You’d be more embarrassed about it if you weren’t currently consumed with desire, but you presently do not care.

Kun sits back on the couch and pulls you on top of him again. “Ride me,” he says. So you grasp the base of his cock, him grunting as you do, and you press the tip against your entrance before pushing it in. He watches himself slip inside of you while fully enraptured, one hand tight on your hip.

Once you are full with him again, you experimentally grind against him to see how it’ll feel in this new position, and your arms tremble as his pelvis stimulates your clit.

“Go ahead,” he whispers, grasping the nape of your neck and kissing you hard once more, “fuck yourself on me.”

So you keep grinding your clit on him like that, your limbs shaking from the stimulation and your walls fluttering around his cock. You can barely catch a complete breath from him kissing you hard enough to make your lips swell, and your head is so fogged with lust that all you can concentrate on is getting yourself off just like he told you to do.

“Kun…” You roll your head onto his shoulder, pressing your forehead into his skin, your body tiring as you get closer to reaching that high. You’re so close to coming, but you’re not sure if you have enough strength left to get there on your own. Kun notices the state you’re in and grasps your hips to pull them into his, effortlessly sliding himself into you while making sure your clit gets stimulated at the same time.

The new friction of his dick rubbing against your g-spot in this position is enough to have you finally coming and crying out against his neck.

You continue babbling nonsense against his neck as he keeps fucking you, searching for his own end. His hands are hot on your body as he moves you up and down his length.

His climax comes soon after yours, his dick pulsing and his pace slowing. Your back arches at the sensation of him throbbing inside you and releasing his cum into the condom. The way he groans in your ear has your stomach clenching.

For a few minutes after, you both sit quietly and do nothing but cling to one another as you come down from the pleasure.

“So, does this mean we’re together now…?” Kun asks hopefully, running his hands over your back as you lie against him.

You smile against his skin. “Obviously. But if you still want to convince me, we can go a couple more rounds…”