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i do love that there's someone in the tags of The Poll now talking about how the characters in g-witch are underdeveloped when they're on episode *checks notes*... three. because all great shows finish up their characters' arcs in episode two, obviously.
#there are also complaints of a het romance? and idk I think they must be tal#*talking abt elan & suletta yeah? in ep3? but like#there's so much wrong w that sentence too skdjdksks#idk maybe it's just bc I still don't read that plotline as romantic#but I know other characters joke about it being so it's a fair reading#but. then there's the issue of: you /know/ this is a show abt a queer relationship. involving That character#and you're upset abt the bait n switch??#in EPISODE THREE. AGAIN.#anyway anyway anyway im sorry#im not gonna rb and i hope that person's tags just disappear into the mess of The Vortex#but thankyou for coming to my tedtalk#sulemio#smokey speaks#sule versus them
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a hundred sunsets (sjy)
pairing: jake x afab!reader
synopsis: Using a dating app in order to find a lover rarely worked properly to you, which was the reason you never planned to do so. But bumping into someone so charming as you texted your possible future love interest wasnât on your plans either.Â
my's note: hello!!! it's not only my first time writing in english but also my first time using tumblr to post a story iâm honestly kinda nervoussjdjdjs. a few things I want to say before anything: those are fictional characters, also i know almost nothing when it comes to other countryâs educational systems sooo iâm sorry if something is off, and mostly important: enjoy!!!Â
i wasn't planning to write this much but i think i got a little carried away lol
warnings: quick mention of alcohol (all characters are of age!), slow burn kinda?, at least one âkmsâ joke srry, strangers to friends to lovers, usage of pet names such as sweetheart, pretty, sugar, etc etc etc.., lot of language, jake is downnn baddd, thereâs a slightly jay x y/n moment (they go on a date lol) but not too much dw!!!, eventual smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) - jake is kinda a sub, oral sex (both), unprotected sex (donât do it!!!), j. cums inside (consensual), overstimulation (m), slight dacryphilia. enhaâs jay, sunghoon and heeseung + lesserafimâs yunjin and chaewon as side characters. LMK IF I FORGOT SOMETHING.
wc: 22k
NOT PROOFREAD.
EXTRA (epilogue kinda?)
As comfortable as your couch was and even though you very much loved watching âPitch Perfectâ, that wasn't the fun weekend you had planned, actually you didn't plan anything at all. But there you were, licking your fingertips in order to clean up the salt flakes of the chips you devoured during the last minutes.
It wasn't like you really cared about what your lifestyle was turning into during the few months that passed by, opting to stay at home doing your little things here and there, taking a fair break from the crazy parties at suspicious places alongside a lame try to hang out with very random people...Â
The initial excuse of "I'll focus more on my studies" was holding a bit, however you couldn't help but feel bored at your choices at this point.Â
You sighed, opening the message app on your phone and re-reading the last texts you received in your friend group.
Jinnie đ: my sweet little y/n iâve been here watching you ROT down in your apartment and iâm tired!!! sure you donât wanna party anymore or wtv BUT FOR GODâS SAKE i love you but truth be said YOU NEED TO GET LAID!!!! download the app pleeeeasseeee itâs not like youâre gonna match with a weirdo (i guess Chaebae đ: Worst case scenario you just call me and I go to rescue you with my very muscly arms Best case scenario you win a good fuck !
You laughed again at the texts, picturing Chaewon with her baby face and a very packed body. Would she be able to really punch someone on the face in order to protect you? For sure she would. And she didn't even need muscly arms or whatever.Â
Being friends for God knows how long you thought about trusting them. They wouldnât try to mislead you, right?Â
You always had little to no interest in dating apps. The few times you tried you constantly felt like you were practically selling yourself as some product with specific traits, where the buyer doesn't have enough chance to get to know more parts of you before anything, chasing for the next step so eagerly.
Although your heart beats fast for people you just met seemingly outwardly interesting, the real feeling of wanting to be with them, to go out on dates, to trust enough to let parts of yourself to be shown comfortably needs time and usually grows slowly.
You never really dated anyone in order to fulfill momentary desires, your own body wouldn't let it happen as you lose interest as soon as you feel too pressured by the other part or when the connection wasnât clicking right.
Chaewon and Yunjin were different though. They had the free spirit to just hit that one night stand and be happy about it. You were happy about it, loving to listen to their crazy dates and nights out, sharing the most terrific stories about it while drinking some wine on your balcony.
Nevertheless, you were kinda desperate. Your last relationship ended one year ago, the one you rooted for a very long time â two years and five months, to be exact, until one day you caught him cheating on you with one of his "best friends that you donât have to worry, baby". Very much clichĂ© but also a big trauma in your life, leading you to this very moment of neediness but not enough courage to trust someone again.
Since then you have been hooking up once and a while with random people you met at parties, but never felt right or enough especially because you tried so hard to either not get attached â and with that lose the brief sexual interest â or on the very other side of the hand, to build up some kind of relationship.
Every single one turning into a big failure.Â
Sighing again, your fingers typed on the screen keyboard.
You: Can you send me the name again? Chaebae đ: OH??? YUNJIN Jinnie đ: I KNOW [LFS] hope you enjoy!! hihi You: What's with the acronym lol Chaebae đ: "Love at First Sight" You: Oh god And you rly think itâs a good idea? Chaebae đ: ..yeah? Jinnie đ: a great idea actually! You chuckled. What could go wrong?
Everything went wrong.
Not every single thing, but a bunch for sure.Â
You didnât know if your taste was too specific or if overall men were just that boring. You had good features, your pics werenât that bad either and your personality⊠Liking video games, some astronomical stuff, movies and dogs couldnât be a big red flag, right?Â
But every match got you thinking âwhat happened to the old âhi, how are you?ââ. Maybe because of those exact traits you put on display made the weird nerds attracted to you as a potential match, thinking their fantasies would be fulfilled by you.Â
Of course you understand people on those kinds of apps sometimes have very clear goals setted, but how frustrating is it to try to have a good conversation and the least creepy answer be âis it weird that i want you sucking me while i play league of legends? lmaoâ?
No matter how defeated you were feeling you werenât one to give up. And that leads to this very moment as you type fast on your phone with your current attempt.Â
Park Jongseong, or just Jay, was hot. Like, very hot. And his talking wasnât going to weird places so far, which at this point was a big win. He was funny and somewhat endearing, sharing avidaly about his travels and his music interests with so much passion that you started to rethink your own life choices thus far â was the ongoing college degree a good choice? Should you give up everything and start to live as an artist?Â
Lost in your train of thoughts about maybe having found somebody worthy of your time as you walked down the hallway heading to your next lecture of the day, you didnât expect to hit your face straight into someoneâs chest. A very strong and hard chest by the way, you thought briefly, scented with some woody essence that got straight into your senses. The sweet voice of the owner wasnât expected either.
âOh shit, Iâm so sorry!â, the boy uttered with a worried tone looking down at you trying to see if he had hurt you in some way. You almost didnât catch his thick accent. âAre you okay?â he questioned softly, still concerned. You blinked a few times before coming back to reality, looking up confused at his face and answering hurriedly with slightly widened eyes.
âIâm the one who should be sorry! God, Iâm so stupid, I should be more careful,â you started to blather as you lost yourself in that pretty face you just hit into. The whole combo was breathtaking. Plump glossy red lips and puppy eyes full of worry; the silky brown hair was just as normal as any other brown hair but what the fuck was that face? âI was looking down at my phone and I didnât see yââ, you were interrupted by the honeyed voice again âI mean, I was also using my phone and didnât see you either,â he chuckled. âYouâre fine, sweetheart.â
Your eyes widened even more at the same time as a smirk decorated his beautiful lips. You donât know what got you more flustered, the pet name or the double meaning of that simple phrase. You could feel your cheeks burning hard and your first instinct was to look down to the floor and wonder if hiding yourself beneath the tile was a good option.
âWell, sorry again,â he said and you forced yourself to swallow down the saliva that got stuck on your throat and to look up again, facing now a cute small and shy smile that made your heart beat fast. Too fast. âSee ya!â and just like that he went his own way, not even waiting for your response.
You were sure someone had glued the sole of your shoes on the ground while you two had that small and awkward talk, because thereâs no way your legs stopped working properly just because of him.
You looked over your shoulder in order to see his back going away but it was already too late, since he wasnât around anymore. You thought to yourself he was certainly a new student, because you would have noticed him sooner. How could you not?
His chocolate eyes and sweet voice were the only things on your mind as you picked up your phone to text back Jay, trembling a bit from the encounter still.
You: of course we can see each other this friday!! :)Â
You tried your best to fully focus on your upcoming assignments, but your library time has reduced quite a bit and even in your house your attention was wandering constantly. For the last three days you walked around your whole campus trying so hard to bump into that good-looking visage one more time, going back and forth that hallway hoping to see that guy.
Describing his appearance to Chaewon and Yunjin didnât help a bit, especially because everything you could remember was his sweet voice, his silky brown hair and his very beautiful smile. Just like any other guy.Â
But he wasnât.Â
He looked smooth, confident and whatever other compliment you could build to him â like, you never really met him to know more than just the appearance, and his looks exuded that so you just guessed. The fucking âsweetheartâ coming from his mouth sounded too good for your own heart. And that was everything you got from him. Not even a glimpse of something else like what classes he got or anything like that.
âI donât know, Iâm starting to worry you are seeing ghosts or making people up, girlâ, Yunjin said as her hands unwrapped her sandwich right before she took a big bite.
âIâm not!â you whined with a pout. âI swear to god he exists. I need him to exist. Heâs too fine,â you whispered the last part, even though they both heard you.
âThis is definitely something someone who is starting to see things would say, yâknow that, right?â Chaewon said with a laugh, making you chuckle a bit because, well, itâs true. How does one prove a person exists given that no one but you saw him?
The campus was big enough for you not to see him ever again, however after the quick encounter you noticed he walked towards the end of the hallway, to classes that only someone with an area of study similar to yours would go to.
âThis is frustrating,â you stated, looking at the people wandering around still hoping to see him. Your lunch already forgotten in front of you.
âDonât you have a date in like a few hours?â Chaewon questioned with a raised eyebrow. âShouldnât we be worrying about you and that hot Jay guy instead of you and the we-donât-even-know-if-he-exists guy?â
âSheâs right, baby,â Yunjin added. âJay looks adorable. You should focus on him.â
You nodded defeated, sighing and forcing yourself to re-read your texts with the said guy. âYouâre rightâ, you smiled a bit.
Jay: Looking forward to our date tonight! <3
You: yeah, me too :)Â
And just like that the afternoon has arrived and you got yourself in a dilemma of clothing and accessories and shoes and makeup and even between your perfumes! Everything seemed terrible together, nothing was right, no cloth piece looked good enough to match Jayâs insane visuals and taste in style. Through his photos you noticed the way he fashioned himself, wearing fancy brands with a generous constancy, looking too good for yourself.
You were on the verge of crying when Yunjin called you, as if she felt in her guts you needed her.
âHey,â you answered the call, quickly accepting the change to a video call and propping your phone on your desk. âHow we doinâ, baby?â She asked curiously with a big excited smile. âWhy arenât you ready yet?â You noticed she had makeup on and was doing her hair while talking to you.
âNot doing well, JinnieâŠâ you pouted, looking at the mess around you. You were dealing with a lot of emotions at the same time and felt so lost. âI donât know what to wear,â you said sincerely. âI feel like nothing I have here is enough to match Jayâs.â
In your defense, itâs been a long time since you ever went on a date, especially a dinner date and with someone so elegant like Jay.
You werenât expecting Yunjin almost screaming at you. âDonât you dare to say anything like that ever again!â You startled. âY/N, you will look good in any clothing you decide to wear, because you are hot. Not your clothes or accessories or anything. They just complement your own beauty!â
While Chaewon normally was the one who would speak up for the whole group in terms of defending her girls, Yunjin worked on the other part of bringing the mood and the self esteem up. And both of them always did a great job.
âYou are so fucking right, Yunjin,â she smiled proudly after you spoke, continuing her job on doing her hair.
You looked around one more time, getting out of the frame just to change yourself in a simple black dress long enough to cover half of your tights and the exact amount of tightness that hugged your curves with close perfection. âThoughts?â You appeared again in front of the camera after a few minutes of trying some accessories.
âSexy. And pretty. You are so getting laid tonight!â You chuckled. âI think Iâm not the only one, though?â You wiggled your eyebrows playfully and she just giggled, before saying a quick goodbye and ending the call.
Just like you, she had things to get done.Â
Putting on some lip gloss as a final touch, you were ready. And just in time as you felt your phone vibrating inside your purse with Jay's text.
Jay: Iâm here :) You: Coming!
The big car greeting the door of your building was expected at some point, nonetheless your shocking expression was hardly disguised with a nervous smile. As Jay stepped out of his car, you quickly analyzed his outfit and had to take a breath because his white button up shirt with the sophisticated black trousers was getting yourself out of orbit. You felt a little dizzy when his hand positioned on your waist as he leaned to greet you with a little kiss on the cheek and a pretty smile.
He opened the door for you and when you both had settled down on the car seat, he said âYou look great, Y/Nâ. With his help, you put on the seatbelt and thanked with a kind smile. "You look good yourself too, Jay."
The drive to the restaurant was quite normal, a few words being exchanged here and there, the conversation was pretty ordinary. You were a pile of nerves and you had to almost physically stop yourself from moving your legs up and down due to the feeling of anxiety. Itâs not like Jay was making you uncomfortable, but you didnât felt too comfortable either. The whole fancy type of thing was getting you too hesitant for a first date. You were more like a cafe date girly, stargazing at some open air park or maybe a picnic. Now you were blaming yourself for not letting that out beforehand.
Jay parked the car at the parking lot. âWeâre hereâ, his voice broke you out of your mind and when you glanced up at the restaurant you felt like dying inside.
Too fancy.
âItâs⊠amazing,â was everything that slipped out your mouth as you got out of the car with Jayâs help. âIâm glad you liked it, princess.â
The pet name didnât get you the much you hoped it would, actually it made you think about the fucking hallway guy and his smooth âsweetheartâ saying, sending shivers down your spine.
When both of you reached the table reserved under the name Park Jongseong and you looked through the menu, you knew you were fucked up. With no shame, though, you asked âCould you order for me? I know little to no ingredients on this paper.â
Jay let a small breathy laugh and nodded ordering for both of you. He picked a wine impressively saying the name and the year and whatever other things wines have in its description trying to impress you. However, your focus was on the view that you finally noticed on your right side that faced a big window. The night sky was impressive and the moon was shining prettily.Â
âEnjoying the view?â he asked after sipping a bit of his wine. âYeah, itâs incredible. I love the moon, actually Iââ you didnât had the chance to even start on your probably long talk about how much interested you are in the moon, being cutted of by Jay.
âDid you know that once I almost had the chance to go to the moon?â Your head snapped so fast towards his direction that you thought you would break your neck. âWhat?â The discredited and doubtful expression adorning your face was so clear still you were not afraid of showing it off.
With that, you discovered a not so good part of Jay: his somewhat annoying and exaggerated personality of trying to impress you with exorbitant things, too different from the texts you guys had exchanged. You had no interest knowing that his first birthday present was diamonds or that his dad bought him a car even before he turned eighteen. Let alone that he traveled to every single place you said during the conversation.
The way he would blurt out interrupting you in order to say "It's so amazing there! You would love the beaches and the museums, and the..." so it goes, every single time was really angering you.
Feeling left out in a duo talk was a new experience to you. How could someone be so full of himself and act like his life is the only one that matters? His gentlemanly aura was falling down very fast.
âYou donât seem to be enjoying our date,â he pointed with elegance when you went full quiet, looking directly at you. You sipped a bit of the wine that actually tasted too bad for your palate, noticing how half of your food was left out on your plate. You forced yourself to eat as much as you could handle, but the aftertaste of that food was worse than the taste itself.Â
âOh, now you noticed me,â you artificially smiled.
âWhat do you mean by that?â he asked, a bit offended. You got nervous, but didnât let that get on you. âI mean that for the past two hours all you talk about is yourself. At first I was like âokay, this is how we know each other!â, but since then I havenât had the chance to talk about anything related to myself, like my likings or whatever,â you vented, having to take a deep breath and drink some more wine afterwards.Â
âIâm sorry, but I donât get it,â Jay seemed honestly confused.
âAre you stupid?â the question slipped your tongue a bit too fast for your own thinking. You widened your eyes and covered your mouth with your hand. âIâm sorry IââÂ
âI donât think Iâm stupid, but I really donât get it. Itâs my first date in a while and I donât really remember having to listen to the girls at allâŠâ
Squinting, you questioned genuinely, âWhat do you mean? Like, the girls you took out on dates just⊠listened to you bragging about diamonds and travels?â He kinda mimicked your expression and replied as if it was obvious â...YeahâŠâÂ
After you blinked a few times you recomposed yourself and drank the whole wine on your glass at one go wishing you could just get drunk enough to forget that night. Jay watched you with a fazed expression as you got up from your chair. âIâm sure youâll find someone that likes you the way you are. But with all due respect, to me, you kinda⊠Yâknow. So Iâm leaving.â You pointed with your thumb to your back, not even knowing if the exit was that way. âIt was⊠an experience, I think.â You forced a smile. âDo I have to pay for something?âÂ
âNo, donât worry about that,â he was quick in his response, feeling a bit ashamed and soon adding âBut I can get you home, you just have to wait for me to pââ
âNah, Iâm fine. Iâll call a cab or whatever,â you interrupted him as soon as you could, not wanting to spend any more second with him. Being in a closed space with him for more than a few seconds would be too embarrassing.Â
âY/N, come on. Itâs the least I can do for you. You donât have to walk alone at night, it can be dangerous.â You sighed, tapping his shoulder softly when you got closer to him. âJay, itâs fine. It was not meant to be,â you tried to sound certain but what left your mouth was a mix of sneering with a doubtful tone. When he said nothing more, you left.
You were free. And also hungry. And a bit tipsy.
Maybe it was not the best idea to walk alone at that time of the night, but somehow you managed to feel better outside than with Jay. He was great, but definitely not for you.
You questioned yourself if calling Yunjin or Chaewon or maybe both could be a good idea, but knowing them they would show up in no time and try to beat the crap out of Jay and you werenât in the mood to witness a murder. Actually all you needed was food. And maybe a cozy place. Nevertheless you typed on your phone just to update your girls.
You: Date went down the hole Guyâs kinda suck ngl Chaebae đ: WDYM ARE YOU OKAYÂ DO YOU NEED ME TO GET THAT BASTARD OR WHAT WHAT DID HE DO WHERE ARE YOU Jinnie đ: iâm very much drunk rn but tell me his address and i'll kick his ass and get you home or are you home already?
You laughed at the quick replies you received and typed some reassurance to them while continuing your walking process. Your goal at that point was to find a convenience store where you could get some lamen and perhaps a soda.
While you wrote down your last message walking slowly not to trip, you bumped into someone, face straight to their chest.
Firm and cunning hands held you by the waist since you lost balance because of your heels, preventing you from falling. Before you could even say anything, that fucking woody essence went directly through your senses and it was as if history was reescribing itself, like a gift from fate. This time, you were fully in his arms.
You looked up. âIâm soâ Oh, you again?â He showed his charming smile. Because of the proximity you noticed how the corner of his lips were a bit curvy. So attractive and for what?Â
Just like the last time, you blinked twice before realizing what really was happening, feet fixed on the ground. âIâm starting to consider that you like bumping into my chest, sweetheart,â he said with a grin, his mentoled breath hitting straight on your face.
Thank god his hands still held your waist, otherwise you would definitely fall. Your baffled expression had him chuckling a bit. âDid I hurt you?â he asked with care, looking directly at your eyes. His pretty chocolate eyes were hidden behind black specs this time.
You kept gazing stupidly at him like he was a distinct specie, an alien or something, not being able to say a word. Your throat was dry, you were sure you had lost the ability of talking. âHave you forgotten how to talk, pretty one?â He sniggered and bold but gently placed a strand of your hair behind your ear with his free hand. You shivered and almost leaned into the touch. âI remember you having such an endearing voice,â and just like that you finally let your body respond and blushed, taking a deep breath while starting to move away from him âIâm sorry, I didnât see yoââ
âCut that off, sweetheart," he let you go, making sure you were stable on your feet. You missed the warmth of his body on yours right away. Also you took your time to appreciate his clothing. The deep red shirt with white stripes covered with a black jacket looked too good on him. "Iâm worried our encounters will keep happening like this. You might end up getting hurt for real,â the concerned tone did not go unnoticed, even mixed with the teasing-flirtatious one.
Your eyes wandered his face quickly before you let out a chuckle and diverted your attention away. You decided to ignore the buzzing sound of your phone as you put it inside your purse. âThat wouldnât be fun, would it?â, you said.
âDefinitely not,â you looked back at him, caughting the shining eyes staring at you already like all he had down his sight was you. âA beautiful face like yours cannot be hurt, am I right?â And again there was that too attractive sly smile adorning his lips. You decided to smile back but shyly yet unable to hold the visual contact for more than a few seconds, cheeks still reddened.Â
âI donât know you enough to say that but you seem a bit⊠offâ, he was now looking at you with his gleaming puppy eyes, head slightly tilted to the side. âYeah, I might be a little bit tipsy.â
Normally you would be mad at the fact the small amount of wine was hitting that hard, blaming your weakness towards alcohol for making you feel kinda dizzy and too bold for your own good â you internally debated if that dizzines came from the alcohol or from other sources, like the very good looking man standing in front of you.
Still you thanked the fearless feeling running through your veins at that very moment, otherwise where would you find enough courage to say what you said next?
âAre you down to get some lamen at some random convenience store with me?â, you had no idea what your words could mean to him and honestly werenât expecting much, but as soon as his face lit up like you told him he won a good amount of money, you felt victorious. âIs this your way of flirting? Because if it is, itâs working on me.âÂ
âThatâs good to know, nameless boyâ, you scoffed with a seductively undertone, the little smirk on your lips and your now boldness to maintain eye contact making him laugh as a failed attempt to hide his flustered self. The next moment you both were greeting each other with a quick handshake after he offered his hand to you. âIâm Jakeâ.
The hallway boy finally got a name, and not only that, you were now sure of his existence.
Sitting on a bench at the little shop you managed to find, the angry ownerâs expression facing you two was as clear as crystal water and got you thinking if you were being too loud. Without caring much you just let it be, since being with Jake apparently meant you will be noisy eventually. It was not necessarily his fault, the both of you just shared too many common interests that made it difficult not to get overly excited during the conversation.Â
It all began with just a normal âno way you like this flavor!â â with a very strong Australian accent from his side â and since then the flow went smoothly. His company had been greatly enjoyable so far and you let yourself be more and more comfortable about sharing some self information.
For example at some point you discovered he was a physics student, and with that you instantly shared about your love for the moon â also the lack of acknowledgement about it. You explained that you were affectionate to the moon because of its beauty, shining brightly in the sky even when behind heavy clouds. Looking at it always made you feel somehow free, especially when some breeze hits your body simultaneously.Â
Jake carefully listened to you with fond eyes and after you finished, he started to explain a bit of theory to you, sounding too smart. He looked very attractive saying words you didnât even know the meaning behind and you noticed you were paying way too much attention to the way his charming lips were moving as he did so.Â
And just like that you traveled around many subjects. You being more emotional and Jake more rational, respectfully giving each other the chance to speak, constantly but easily finding ways to match oneâs energy. You finally felt heard that night. And one of the topics being, of course, the whole date situation.
âOk, so what youâre telling me is that this Jay guy told you about his whole financial status, which I admit makes me kinda envious, and you still managed to end up here with me at some very random convenience store eating cheap lamen?â, he shook off the empty package of said lamen, staring at you with an amusement look.
âYep,â you nodded, slurping the last bite of your food. âAnd also I called him stupid.âÂ
âAt his face,â he completed the very important piece of information, finishing his food as well. Jake licking his lips to clean it up didnât go unnoticed by you. âI swear if I was Jay I would be crying right now,â he stated as a fact and you groaned.
âDonât make me feel bad for him, please,â you uttered with a whine and he laughed at you, his eyes turning into little crescents as he did so. âI swear he was nice and prolly had good intentions, but yâknowâŠâ you left unfinished, but Jake concluded for you. âHe bragged about diamonds hoping you would fall for him or something.â
You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head before drinking the last sip of your soda, âyeah, definitely not my type.â
Jake decided to restrain the urge of asking what your type would be, a little afraid he was off league. âWell, at least you got on a date with me,â he sneered. You chuckled.Â
âI knew I would hit my pretty face directly on your so toned chest when I walked out that date,â you said sarcastically and then added âthatâs why I decided to go in the first place.â
You were feeling way better now, belly full of good food that really pleased your taste buds and not drunk anymore, although you still let the boldness command your words through the talking once and while. You found out that behind Jakeâs flirtatious and teasing way of speaking to you, there was also a very sheepish boy that would get flustered from time to time, like right now. He laughed off and drank the rest of his soda in order to run away from your very sharp but playful eyes.
Jake was so entertained by you. The way you expressed yourself so cheerfully and vibrantly. Whenever some topic of your liking was on the track your eyes would instantly get an almost childish sparkle as your hands motioned in a very exciting way and your detailed explanations would be voiced out.
Also he discovered you were a lot more confident than he thought you could be. He would be lying if he said he wasnât liking this side of yours, audaciously flirting with him whenever you got the chance to do so, without holding back your bold responses. The feeling of the top of his ears burning knowing they were very much red was starting to become common for him. He did not had to know that you not only noticed his reactions, but was loving every minute.
Despite that, he tried to keep his cool.
âWhat are you up to after here, sugar?â, Jake asked forcing a nonchalantly tone while playing with the rings adorning his fingers, and yet again you were forced to remember the fucking cute pet names that got you flushed everytime he dared to say them. You looked away for a bit before answering.
âI donât know, maybe go home⊠Watch some videos until I fall asleepâ, you shrugged. Early on that day you werenât expecting to find yourself in a situation like that, actually the whole program was to get âdicked downâ â as Chaewon worded. However, you weren't disappointed either with how the evening turned out to be.
âCome on, Y/N,â your name went out too smoothly on Jakeâs plumpy lips, his honeyed voice never failing to make you flutter slightly. Still you tried to keep your composure. âItâs friday and youâre wearing such a beautiful dress to what? To go home, watch videos and sleep?â He mocked the last part and you chuckled before lazily smiling in his direction, fully facing him. You recognized the tiredness starting to consume your body slowly which did not go unnoticed by Jake. Your tinted cheeks from the compliment also did not go unnoticed by him.
âAnd what would you recommend me to do, Jakey?â
âJakey?â He raised an eyebrow, liking the way you pronounced the nickname a bit too much, thinking it was definitely something he could grow used to.
You just kept smiling, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You perceived how close on the seat you both were as if a magnet pulled you two together through that night, your bare shoulder slightly brushing against his clothed one from time to time.
âTo be honest I just wanted an excuse to point out how gorgeous you are in this dress,â he licked his bottom lip as a habit while you didnât even have the chance to properly receive the compliment, Jake being too smooth with it. âI donât have any good recommendations, but if youâre down we cââ
The sound of your phone ringing interrupted Jakeâs possible plans, making both of you startle. You saw Yunjinâs name on the screen and wondered whether to answer or not.
âArenât you gonna pick up?â Jake asked with curiosity.Â
âActually, yes I will,â you remembered you left your friends hanging on your texts and have been unintentionally ignoring them, so it was only fair to give a quick update just to make them sure you are still alive.Â
âHi babyâ, you picked up the call with a smile, hearing a very drunk Yunjin on the other side. âNo, Iâm not home yetâ, Jake watched as you talked on your phone with a neutral expression. He himself feeling a bit worried with the usage of nicknames and with your cute tone towards the person.
He knew you just went out on a date, assuming that you were at least looking to have some fun, however that fact should not be enough to stop you from being unavailable. Jake thought that a pretty girl like you probably already had a love interest in line.
âDonât worry, Jinnie. You donât have to come pick me upâ, you glanced over at Jake who was now paying too much attention to the table in front of him, lost in his own mind and also trying to give you some privacy. You grinned, âIâm not alone.â Jake accidentally heard a very loud âWHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUâRE NOT ALONE?â through your phone and had to hold back a laugh. âIâm with⊠Someone,â you kept your eyes on him as you spoke to Yunjin, grabbing his attention when you indirectly mentioned his presence. âIâll talk to you later, yeah?â and then you ended the call with a âLove you, bye.â
âI didnât mean to hear it, but Iâm intriguedâŠâ you knew where Jake was going with that, so you just kept your smile. ââSomeoneâ, huh?â He said with a smirk, clearly messing with you.Â
You turned your head to someplace else because no matter how bold you can be sometimes, the following line that you let out made you hesitate a bit beforehand.
âWell, in my defense I donât plan to introduce you to my friends through my phone, let alone as a mere guy I just met,â although you tried to keep your cheekily tone, it was obvious how shy you were feeling, gazing briefly at Jakeâs direction as you said.
Jake hadnât noticed until now that he was holding his breath a little, relievedly letting it out as he watched your pretty face and expressions. Regardless, the whole phrase made his head spin, replacing previous thoughts with new, more intense ones, all at once. What do you mean by that?
âThen how are you planning to introduce me?â he boldly questioned leaning towards you a little in order to find a way to look you in the eye again, finding adorable your demeanor right now breaking every little eye contact way too quickly.Â
You giggled.
Jake thought he had just found his favorite sound in the world.
âWeâll see, Jakey.âÂ
Jake rode you home.
He noticed how lazy your hooded eyes started to look and decided to end the âdateâ instead of taking you to somewhere else, which you particularly found endearing. The bar was low, you admitted to yourself, but a cute guy being considerate for your entertainment other than just leading you anywhere else for his own amusement made your heart flutter.Â
However, the moment he offered to take you home you immediately refused, emphasizing that he didn't need to worry and that you would not let him waste gas for nothing. The reply he gave was a not so subtle âI donât careâ, alongside with âIâll not let you freeze outside waiting for a cab and I donât trust you enough to let you borrow my jacket for tonight,â making you laugh at his little mischievous tone, especially because as soon as you both were in his car he put his black jacket on your shoulders.
âI thought you donât trust me enough to have it?â You referred to the jacket, feeling too inebriated by its smell.Â
âThere's a big difference between leaving it to you alone without knowing if you'll ever hand me back and letting you have it under my watch, sweetheart.â His smug face looked too charming as he spoke and the damn sweetheart again got to you with ease. You chuckled while watching the street lights passing by.Â
The ride was calmer than you expected. The radio played on some random station working as a beautiful background to the soft words exchanged between you two. You noticed Jakeâs attractive side profile as he focused on the road rambling some physics thing in a very excited way. Your body felt too tired to keep any thoughts on track, leading you to just listen to his sweet voice embracing you mildly until you both arrived in front of your apartment building.
Of course he didnât let you open the door and also helped you to get out. The touch of his warm hand under yours sended a shiver down your spine.Â
âThank you for the ride, Jake,â you said with a gentle smile.
âMy pleasure, sugar,â your cheeks reddened hard as you started to take off his jacket. âYou donât have to,â he shook his hand in front of him, refusing to get the clothing piece back. You looked at him with a stunned-confused expression, lips parted a bit. Before you could even protest he interrupted you. âI need an excuse to see you again, right?â And send you a wink.
As if he said just a normal thing, he confidently got back to his car, letting behind a very flustered you.Â
Little did you know how shaky his hands rested on the wheel as he drove off, looking forward to meeting you again.
Of course you had to spend your whole weekend waiting for Monday to come â a peculiar behavior you admitted to yourself. But neither you nor Jake got each other's phone number so all you could do was to wait and hope for the best. You didnât even know if you would meet him again at the campus because you searched for him nonstop the last few days and never got the chance to do so, making you regret even more about not getting any information about where to find him.
His jacket rested on your desk chair as you deeply stared at the little stars adorning your bedroom ceiling. Stars that remembered how shiny Jakeâs eyes looked when he started to talk about Theory of relativity or anything like that. You also remember paying just enough attention to understand and to keep the talking flow, focusing more on the way his lips moved as doing so.
You groaned, rolling on your bed sheets. How long a weekend can be? You were acting like a teenager for having a crush on a stranger! You knew little to no things about Jake. You knew his age â one year older than you, you knew his majoring and you also found out the reason behind him being at your campus block â he had to deliver some paperwork to a friend of his. But other than some common interests and his music taste, that was it.Â
Was him a good person? He showed you a good personality for sure, to the point your heart sank with the idea of losing all that excitement to see him again just because heâs good looking and has a great talk. Still you kept questioning yourself. What if he was the player type? Just hitting for one night stand and thatâs it?
Monday morning arrived but you did not had enough time to develop any more thoughts when you got to the university. As soon as you reached it, Chaewon and Yunjin flooded you with a very long investigation about what the hell happened that friday.
Talking in person was always an option for the three of you, the feeling of looking eye to eye and reading each other's expressions was more interesting than having to guess it over a phone or video call. Normally you three would pick a place to go and have a little "friends date" and talk about the stuff that happened for hours. However this time you choose to use the excuse you were busy studying, having too many assignments left behind which neither of them bought it from you.
âSo Jay sucks?â Chaewon asked. âI donât like putting it like that,â you murmured. âBut yeah, we just didnât hit it off, yâknow?â You just shrugged.
You three were walking towards the class you shared that morning, not caring much about being a little late.Â
âBaby, youâre too nice,â Yunjin hugged you sideways and smiled at you. âYou can say a man is stupid.â
âActually I did,â you smiled mischievously and they both looked at you with shocked expressions. âNot my proudest moment, but I said it to his face. Unintentionally, I swear!â Â
Chaewon and Yunjin broke down the shocked expressions to laugh out loud with the idea of you calling your failed date a stupid right to his face.
 âAnd whatâs with the jacket?â Yunjin questioned when you stopped to grab your things from your locker.
She knew every clothing piece you had as if it was hers because of your constant need for help in terms of putting together what you like, and even though the jacket looked good on you, definitely wasn't part of your wardrobe.Â
âItâs Jakeâs, Iâm planning to send it back to him today.âÂ
They already knew about Jake, but not too much. You shared a little through texts not wanting to fill too much of their expectations. Knowing your two best friends, they would go crazy if you detailed your night out.
They both exchanged glances before Chaewon spoke âIf he really exists.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, picking up all you needed from your locker before answering. âHe does. And heâs⊠pretty nice.â You tried your best not to sound too whipped at that time, especially because you were still worrying if he would be loyal to his words or if the whole talk about meeting you again was just a big bluff.Â
But apparently one thing about Jake itâs that he can counter you with ease. As if you summoned his presence, the honeyed voice that you didnât realize until now you missed hearing, said from behind you.Â
âHey, pretty one.â your head snapped to the direction faster than you would like to admit, meeting the beautiful plump lips turned into a little smile. He looked you up and down, checking on you. âI donât think Iâll need the jacket back. You look better on it anyway.â His eyes were locked at you, and only you. You had to remind yourself to breathe, because, God Jake was so hot.Â
That day he opted to wear just a normal white shirt with dark jeans and black shoes. At first he thought about really getting his jacket back, because you didnât know that but that jacket was his favorite. But as soon as he put his eyes on you and noticed how cute you looked with his clothing piece seeming too big like an oversized one, he gave up.
âH-hi,â you damned yourself for stuttering, being fully aware that your friends looked as astonished as you at that moment, but for different reasons. You started to get the jacket off your body by saying âOf course I have to give it bacââ, he shushed you with his index finger before you could finish and your eyes widened, making you stop all your movements.
âDonât worry, I meant it when I say you look good on it,â you gulped as you nodded speechless. âHere,â he handed you a little paper and your shaky hands took it, you saw numbers written. âItâs my number, you can text me whenever, yeah?â He licked his lips suddenly feeling nervous.
Apparently being around you was an easy break of his flirtatious self. However, he forced himself on this one and said âI gotta go now, Iâm kinda late,â he ruffled your hair gently before leaning close to whispering on your left ear, lips lightly touching your skin âSee you around, sugar.â
You immediately choked on your own saliva, your cheeks burning like hell, fully unable to say a word. âAnd bye to you both as well!â Jake referred to the girls as he started to run down the corridor to his own campus building.Â
âBye!â both Yunjin and Chaewon said in unison. You had to blink twice before realizing what just happened. âGirl!!!â Yunjin screamed and you noticed Chaewon covering her mouth as well. âWhat the fuck?!?!âÂ
âIââ you tried saying anything but you couldnât, not only because of your own brain turning into mush, but because your friends were way too hyped and interrupted you.Â
âThe way he looked at you?â
âTHE PET NAMES!!!â
ââPretty oneâ!? He so down bad, what the actual fuck?â
âAnd heâs cute as hell!!!â
You were overwhelmed with all of that, walking just because the two girls were forcing you to move forward while keeping squealing about Jake's actions.Â
âI know that nose can do wonders,â Yunjin said cheekily as soon as you sat in your class seats and you immediately turned to look at her with a terrified expression.
âHuh Yunjin!!!â, you smacked her shoulder with wide eyes and she just laughed together with Chaewon.Â
As your ordinary Monday normally would go, you were now sitting under a tree reading the latest book your teacher assigned for an assignment. You always loved to take a break from the library and to literally touch some grass, using your free time to catch up with all the paperwork you needed.
A shadow approached you, blocking the sunlight and catching your attention. You didnât expect to see Jake hovering over you. With a raised eyebrow, you asked. âAre you following me?â
âNo, I just missed you.â He ironized, taking a seat near you and looking at your book. âYouâre such a nerd,â he mimicked your position, so his head was also resting on the tree behind you two but he was facing you. Too close.Â
You nervously gulped before saying, âYeah, cuz Iâm the one who likes to show myself off to a girl talking about Theory of relativity and other physical termsâ, you sounded too sarcastic and instantly felt bad. âIâm not complaining, by the way,â you whispered looking away, part of you hoping for him not to hear but due to the proximity he obviously heard. And smiled.
Jake was afraid you could hear his heartbeats at that moment. Your side profile enchanted him in ways he could not describe. Your shy little smile got him thinking if it would be too weird to take a picture to have it with him forever.
He looked away, enjoying the silence.
âItâs very calm over here,â he said in a deep low voice, resting his chin on his knee. You took advantage of him not facing you anymore and watched him as he watched other people wander around, almost forgetting to say something back.
âYeah, I like it here because itâs always calm like this,â he looked back at you when you talked. You forced yourself to keep eye contact for as long as you could, trying your best to ignore your burning cheeks.Â
Jake looked away. You noticed he was flustered too.Â
âAnd what about you, Jakey?â The little nickname spilling out your mouth like sugar, he almost melted. âIsnât your campus like a few blocks from here?â
He chuckled, âYeah, but Iâve got like an hour to spare before my next class.â You hummed. âSo I decided to come over and thought I could maybe bump into you again,â he slyly smiled at you. You laughed at the term he used.Â
âBut I can go away if you want me to, sweetheart.â
You instantly shook off your head and almost grabbed his arm as if trying to stop him from getting up. âYou can stay.â
âOkay.â
And he did.Â
There was a brief silence moment before you plucked up the courage to ask. âWhatâs with the pet names?â
âYou donât like them?â
The worried puppy eyes he gave you almost broke your heart. âItâs not that⊠Itâs just, y'knowâŠâ, you shrugged, trying to find the right way to put it. âDo you use them with everyone?â
You needed to know. You noticed Jake shuffling on his seat a bit, as if he was uncomfortable. And well, he wasn't fully comfortable either. There was no good explanation to why he called you all of that, and no, he didnât use pet names with no other people but you. He dated two other girls before and of course called them cute pet names while being with them, but now you were the only one on his mind since the first encounter and he could not help it.
Jake was a believer of âlove at first sightâ, however he understood the necessity of getting to know the other person if he wanted to build something with them and never really got carried away with the primary delusional feeling.
With you he was kinda different. He let his flirtatious side shine way more easily than he would normally do. When he noticed how cute the girl who bumped on his chest that day was, he just let it all out. Little did you know that his first instinct of flirting with you was due to his nervousness.Â
Now he would be down to a one night stand type of thing if you wanted to, but didnât sound right to do so. You looked too precious to him. He wanted to be close to you and get to know every single piece of you before anything. He wanted to know your likings, interests and overall personality.
He could let himself fall in love with you.
Immersed in his own thoughts, he didnât even realize he had become quiet and left you hanging kinda in a compromised position.
âYou know what? Forget it,â you shook it off, feeling embarrassed. It wasn't like he owes you any explanation about his life or what he does with it. If he decided to play with your feelings, then you should know your position of not falling for it. âTell me something very nerdy about your area,â you asked brightly. âIâve got a few minutes still.â
You noticed how bold you became around Jake. Apparently that's how it worked between you two.Â
He would be the one starting the whole thing, making you get too flustered for your own good with the cute names and shameless flirting, until he breaks out the character for a few seconds, enough for you to be the audacious one and make him blush.
At some point you started to get used to Jakeâs presence in your everyday life. Both of you would constantly reach for the other during free time just to hang out, and sometimes to grab some food together. Yet you never let him get too close, fearing that you would let yourself get too attached to the feeling. You made it a rule not to fall for him and youâve been holding on so far, even with Jake making it way too difficult.Â
Jake was sweet, caring and not afraid to express his feelings when he needed to. Not only that but he also would remember little details about you, like your favorite coffee order or the fact that you can only listen to the first half of a song because you think the rest sucks â Jake always skips it when playing on his car radio.Â
He got along with your friends easily as heâs a well spoken person as well, and even introduced you to his own friends. You met Heeseung and Sunghoon, the last one being a classmate of Jake while Heeseung studied music, both older than you. You found out that Heeseung was the said friend who made Jake wander around your campus causing the whole bumping-into-each-other situation and it became an inside joke among all of you.
Jake made it normal to ask you out from time to time within the excuse that both of you were overwhelmed with the university duties and deserved to see the outside world.
So after todayâs classes you walked down the parking lot after receiving a text from him saying he would take you to a place â he refused to tell you where you were going.Â
He was already waiting for you, being too attractive as he leaned against his car while looking at something on his phone. Your heart started to pump fast in your chest, making you take a few deep breaths beforehand.Â
âHey,â you greeted when you got closer and he glanced over at you, immediately opening a big smile and embracing you in a hug.
âHi, gorgeous,â you took your sweet time to feel the warmth of his body and perfume. âReady to go?âÂ
You moved back from the hug and watched as he opened the door car for you.
âMhm, but you got me extra curious, so Iâm having high expectations,â you tried to exaggerate in your words in order to get a little hint, but of course Jake was already getting immune to your tricks at this point so he just laughed.
âIâm sure youâll like it, sweetheart.â
You settled yourself in his car, feeling way too comfortable with the amount of time you already spended there with him as you threw your bag on the backseats and chose the song for the trip.Â
Jake dared you to show him your favorite songs every time you two drove together, but you wanted to get to know his music taste as well so you two decided to alternate who chose the songs for that day. And it was your turn.
âParamore for today, huh?â He pointed out with a small smile.
âYeah, you donât like it?âÂ
âI love it.â
One of the reasons your heart beat fast when around Jake was the freedom to be yourself and just do whatever you wanted to do, without even noticing you caused the same to him with your charming behavior. Every time he stopped at a red light he would look at you bobbing your head and lip syncing to the lyrics excitedly while doing a little dance.Â
He tried his best to not show how dearing he was looking at you, but you caught the cute brown eyes facing your side from time to time and the only reaction from both of you was to look away and blush.Â
As the conversation flowed, he shared a bit of his day to you, telling about how stressed he has been because of his study partner being a pain in his ass, and the only hint of where you were going he let out was âAnd because of that, I need to de-stress and thatâs why we goinâ where we goinââ.Â
You pouted and forced the best puppy eye you could while looking at his direction. He almost broke out. âYouâre mean. You donât make a girl curious like that.â
âDonât worry, we are almost there.â
You gave up trying to figure out where you were going and hoped for the best. You knew that with Jake nothing could be bad, because his presence alone was enough.Â
Jake felt similar to you, not admitting out loud that just the fact that you were with him already reduced a lot of his stress. You may not know that but everyday he was eagerly waiting for the moment you both would meet during the day, and when you couldn't find time to do so, he was thrilled to receive a simple text from you.
Your presence was enough to make him happy.
It didn't take longer than a few songs for you to arrive at the place you instantly recognized as a beach.
âA beach?â You sounded excited, but also a bit confused. You donât think you have clothes to enter the water and the sun was already starting to set, so you didnât get much of his idea at first.
Jake parked the car and as usual, he opened the door for you. âYep. I know itâs kinda late for a swim or anything like that, but it wasnât planning to do anyways,â he helped you to get out.
Normally he would let your hand go as soon as you felt stable on your feet after leaving the car, but that day he decided to hold your hand as he gently pulled you in the direction he wanted to take you.
You said nothing. How could you? The slender fingers holding yours had broken you down. The air felt thick in your airways as you walked alongside him, heart beating louder and louder while you watched the beautiful view of the sun finding its way down the horizon. The cold breeze hit your face and brought so much peace to your inner self. You could live forever like that.
Jake suddenly stopped walking and since you were a bit behind him, you bumped slightly at his back, hands still together. You looked over his shoulder and gasped. The place you two were now had a better view of the sunsetting and the waves calmly hitting the rocks sounded way too heavenly.
You blinked slowly, reluctantly letting Jake hand go as you walked a bit forward. Behind you, he watched as your hair flew due the breeze.
"It's so pretty..." you uttered under your breath, mesmerized by the look of the orange and pinkish colored sky. You felt like crying.Â
He took a few steps and glanced at your serene expression.Â
While you enjoyed the view, Jake enjoyed you.
"Yeah, very pretty."
You had no clue of how fast Jakeâs heart was beating right now. He was hypnotized by you, a sudden urge to kiss you building up his mind right away.Â
âI now understand why you come here to de-stressâ, you said after a while, the sound of your sweet voice bringing him back to reality. He had literally lost himself on you at that very moment.Â
You lazily smiled, feeling extra calm and glanced at Jake, who was already looking at you with soft eyes.
âThank you, Jakey,â you hugged him sincerely. âFor bringing me here and for being here with me. I needed that.â
Jake sighed, hugging you tightly. At this point there was no way he could hide the thump-thump in his chest, and honestly? He stopped caring if you noticed or not.Â
He stopped caring if you noticed he was â not so slowly â falling for you.Â
It was a stressful week for you, not only were you on your period but also dealing with a bunch of deadlines. You considered throwing yourself in front of a bus when you realized how left behind you were in your assignments. Your finals getting closer and closer didnât help either.
For good and long days you almost locked yourself at the library in order to catch up with everything, because even with the help of some friends that shared the classes with you you were barely holding on.
Jake would appear out of nowhere and give you a cup of warm coffee, some muffins and a little kiss on your forehead before heading out and letting you do your thing.
âI just wanna make sure youâre eating well, princess,â he would say every time. And no matter how lovingly his actions would be, you couldn't allow yourself to feel them because of your anxiety of failure.
And yes, ever since you asked about the nicknames and stuff he started to use them more often than your heart could handle, especially after he discovered that you liked them, even if you didn't admit it out loud.
Friday arrived. You wished you could get excited about going out to the little party Jake said Heeseung would be throwing that evening, but you needed a good night of sleep and your whole body was aching due to your period. You just wanted to sink on your bed sheets after taking a hot shower.
One thing that became normal in your life was getting a ride with Jake some days of the week, unfortunately he didnât have any classes on fridays so you just had to walk your way home. You took your sweet time to feel the cold autumn breeze hit you on the face hoping it would take away all your stress. The buzzling sound of your phone caught your attention as you saw Jakeâs text on its display.
Jakey đ¶:  Hey there princess Itâs been three days since I last saw you and Iâm ngl, I kinda miss your pretty face lol I hope youâre doing well I left you a little smth at your apartment. At the door, ofc Donât freak out, I didnât stole your keys or broke into your house or smth Please, donât stress yourself too much <3 And dw, Iâm not mad youâre not going to the party Have a good rest, pretty girl. AND PLEASE donât forget to eat!!!!
You almost cried reading all of that and blamed your hormones for being a mess of feelings.Â
You: Hi Jakey!! Kinda miss you too you left something to me? iâm kinda scared Iâm dealing with cramps rn so Iâm not so fine, but Iâll eventually, dw! And yeah, Iâll make sure to eat and rest well enjoy your night, pretty boy <3
You noticed you felt much braver through texts than in person, but this was the first time you were the one using a nickname so you were shaking a bit.
Jakey đ¶: AJDKSSJDJS SORRy I Yeah, uhm No need to be scared, princess, Iâm sure youâll like it Cramps? Take on some medicine, please!! Do u want me to come over? Are u home yet?
He sounded so desperate and nervous that genuinely made you laugh out loud. But with a simple text back saying âno, you go enjoy your night out and Iâll enjoy my bedâ you finished the conversation as you finally arrived home.Â
Near your apartmentâs doormat, there was a pretty bouquet of daisies alongside a little box of chocolates. You noticed a little hand note inside the bouquet.Â
âI remember you saying you like these flowers and everyday I pass by a flower shop and always think about buying it for you, so today I finally did. Thereâs chocolate too. Hope you like it.
Have a good rest, princess.
Jakeâ
You took a deep breath in order to hold back the tears trying to escape. Not falling for Jake was a difficult rule to follow, and you didnât know if you wanted to keep doing it anymore.
âSo what you're telling me is that Jake left his house on a fucking Sunday morning and brought you ice cream because you... were feeling too lazy to go buy it yourself?â
âWhen you put it like thatâŠâÂ
Chaewon, Yunjin and you were sitting at one of the furthest tables in the cafeteria that you usually went to when the three of you wanted to gossip or just meet to catch things up. It was a late afternoon on a Tuesday and you barely had time to see them in the last few days, mainly because you had missed a few classes to finish reading other teachers' required books.
âThe real question is: why arenât both of you dating already?âÂ
Yunjin was flabbergasted by what you were describing about Jake. Thereâs no way that guy wasnât in love with you at this point. She didn't understand what was taking you so long to ask him out already, especially because she noticed that Jake was kinda holding himself back.
âYeah! He follows you like a little puppy and looks at you like you are a goddess or something!â Chaewon added. âI mean, you are a goddess, but to get someone to look at you like that?!â
âGirl, you gotta bag him ASAP!â Yunjin playfully pushed your shoulder, but you weren't feeling that happy about all of it.
You sighed. âBut what if Iâm just a fun little game to him?â
âWhat?!â It was funny the way both of them said in unison, but instead of laughing you just continued with a sad voice tone.
âYâknow, heâs been flirting with me since the very beginning. I donât know. Part of me believes his words and actions, they seem genuine. But the other part is way too afraid of trusting too much,â a single tear ran down your cheek as you frowned. âI donât want to be hurt again.â You whispered as you looked down.Â
âBaby,â Yunjin, who was sitting next to you, hugged you sideways and planted a sweet little kiss on top of your head. âWe know youâve been through a lot of shit because of your stupid ex, but I donât think Jakeâs like that.â
Chaewon, who was in front of you, took your hand in hers as she spoke. âYeah, and you know, If he tries something or if he dares to break your heart, youâll always have me to make his life a living hell.â
You smiled through the tears running down all over your face. With a reassuring look, Yunjin asked.Â
âGive it a try, yeah?â
Jake knew what he was getting himself into. He would be fine if you put him in the friendship side, but the thought of having you to himself pleased him way too much. The idea of other guys touching you the ways he wanted to, knowing that none of them would treat you right, consumed his mind as much as the vision of your pretty smile.Â
The urge of getting physically closer to you was itching him incessantly.Â
Ever since he discovered that he was in fact falling in love with you, he became unable to get you out of his head. It was like a kind of mantra that chanted your name every time he saw something that reminded him of you, and almost everything reminded him of you.
He didn't had the courage to ask you out on a proper date so far, because even though the both of you had developed an incredibly nice friendship, he was too afraid that he was seeing beyond reality because of his delusional self, and more than that he was scared as hell of losing you.Â
You probably only thought of him as a friend who you could playfully flirt with, he would say to himself. At the same time, the way he sometimes caught you looking at him seemed much more loving than it should.
There seemed to be more love than friendship in that relationship of yours.Â
He was also having to deal with the hard job of avoiding kissing you. Recently he found himself getting lost on your lips too often. A dangerous play. Still he kept you as close as he could, hugging you or having at least one of his arms around your shoulder or waist in order to fulfill a bit of his neediness.Â
Thinking about you and only you, he sighed, finishing his business at his locker, finally reaching the book he was looking for and placing it in his backpack.Â
"Ok, quick question", Jake almost screamed at your sudden appearance when he closed the metal door, widening his eyes and dramatically putting a hand on his chest. You laughed.Â
"Firstly, what are you doing here?â He said after catching his breath. âSecondly, why do you like to scare me so much?", he kinda whined and you laughed.
"I just wanted to know if your name is really Jake or if it's a nickname", you smiled innocently. Jake on the other side of the hand didn't buy your "pure" expression, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Why would you run all the way through here just to ask about my full name, which Iâm pretty sure you already know?" He wasn't buying any of that.
"Because I wanna manifest you in my life," you answered like it was obvious and you both began to walk side by side. You were going to be very late to your class but your professor has to understand that sometimes you have more important things to do other than attend classes.
"I thought I was already in your life...?" Jake was trully confused.
"Yeah, but I kinda wanna you in my life more than just what you are right now.â
"What are you talking about, Y/N?" Saying your name was an indicator that either he was serious or very confused, either way you didn't care much so you just carried on with your talking.Â
âGo on a date with me.â He stopped walking and so did you. Jake looked at you, blinking without saying a word. "On a date, you know,â you motioned with your hands, losing a bit of the courage you had to build up to do all of that. âWe go to someplace, grab some food, wait for the night to fall down and boom, stargazing while we talk about our amazing theories of life or whatever.â
Jake gulped, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Normally he would be the one programming the whole thing and just saying you are both heading to somewhere, but to have you asking like that⊠If he understood it right, you were asking him to go on a real date.
"Sounds like something we already do." He let out a breathy and nervous laugh, still trying to thoroughly understand what you were saying, looking if there was some kind of joke hidden behind your eyes.Â
You looked extra attractive today, as if you dressed yourself up just for this moment. Just for him. He noticed you were wearing his jacket as well.
"It pretty much is, but at the end of this one I want to be able to kiss you,â you said in one go. âOn the lips, if it's not clear."
Jake now was more speechless and completely baffled than ever. He was sure he was dreaming. It became normal routine for him to dream of you lately so of course this was all a trick of his own mind trying to compensate for his neediness of you.Â
He was so fucking dreaming.
With the lack of response, you thought you fucked up.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, Iââ, you started as you felt your confidence running away from you immediately. âJust forget about what I just said, I should not have said anything to begin with. Iâm so sorry, ok?â You noticed your hands trembling. Due to your nervousness, everything you had on the back of your mind just went out. âI don't know what I was thinking when I decided to come here and try to take our relationship to a next level or something. But it's been so hard to be around you without wanting you even closer,â you whined. âAnd I finally got the courage to ask you out on a proper date, but you clearly don't see us like that so forget about it. Iâm sorââ
No one. Not a single soul could prepare you to be silenced by Jakeâs lips on yours. His hand automatically grabbed your waist as yours went to rest on his chest.
Kissing in the middle of the university hallway wasnât the ideal way of tasting each other's for the first time so Jake decided to not take too long on holding the contact, breaking it to say âIâm sorry, I needed you to shut up.â His lips brushed on yours as he spoke. You blinked twice and breathed heavily, feeling the touch of his warm hand on your skin as he cupped one of your cheeks. You looked for his brown honeyed orbs, catching them exchanging glances between your lips and your eyes.Â
 âWe can go out on a date,â he brushed his thumb softly on your bottom lip. âThe one where we go to some place, grab some food, do whatever you want and I can properly kiss you.â
Jake was fighting demons not to kiss you again. He was absolutely certain he would go crazy, just a little taste of you and he already felt like he was starving, his body totally dependent and reactive because of you.Â
âOkay,â your voice was barely a whisper and you had to use all your strength to stop yourself from leaning in to feel his touch again. Instead, you reluctantly pulled away, immediately missing all of his touches; you felt your skin tingle in every place he had touched you. Still his hand rested on your waist, unable to let you go. âI gotta go,â you noticed how his eyes wandered all over your face, like he was taking a picture with it in order to save it from the rest of the day.
You smiled, hesitantly sliding your hands away from his chest.Â
âAlright, sweetheart,â before you could let him go, he grabbed one of your hands and planted a gentle kiss at the back of it. âIâll text you later then?â
âIâm looking forward to it.â
You had to hold a scream when you heard your doorbell ringing. Chaewon and Yunjin who were in a shared video call squealed for you.
They looked more excited than yourself and you really appreciated the effort they took to help you out even with their busy schedule for the day, deciding to call you not only because they knew you would be nervous as fuck but also because Yunjin was willing to help you with your outfit choice.
You ended up wearing something cute, but cozy and warm: a matching pair of a top and long loose skirt, patterned with a black background and some stars and moons, a black boot and as a final touch: Jakeâs big jacket. You also did a little hairstyle with two small braids at the front and the rest of your hair loose.Â
Yunjin noticed how confident you were in choosing the clothing and even doing your hair, showing that you didnât need much of her help â which normally she would dramatically react to, but today she just felt proud and happy for you.
Jake made you comfortable enough to be yourself whenever you were with him.
And you were going on a date with him.
A fucking proper date.
You said a quick âgoodbyeâ to your girls who replied with a very high pitched âgood luck!â and then hung up, walking towards the door and needing to take a few deep breaths before opening it.
As you did, you greeted a very smiley â and hot â Jake.
He was glowing.Â
Not only was his face glowing but he seemed overall confident. He was wearing a reddish flannel jacket that covered an oversized black shirt together with his everyday silver necklace, jeans and black boots. A perfect combo, especially to you who loved to see a man in red â you once told him about this preference of yours and was questioning if he did it on purpose.
The silky brown strands fell perfectly in place again when Jake ran his hand through it and licked his lips after shamelessly checking you out.
âHi bâ Oh my god, you look stunning.â
Early the day through your texts you decided to go simple but special on the planning due lack of time. The whole idea was kinda in a hurry, but after getting to taste a little of how it is to kiss Jake, you needed the action of kissing him to become an everyday routine as soon as possible, so the initial plan â the date will be happening on a chill day for both of you, mostly likely Friday â was replaced by a very eagerly âOk, Iâm taking you to a placeâ said by you.
âAnd you look hot,â the wording flew out your mouth faster than you expected and instantly your eyes went wide.
Jake smirked as he leaned into the door frame. âAppreciate it, baby.â
Baby.
You were so fucked up. Thereâs no way your heart could handle this the whole night.Â
Jake noticed the way you just blinked at him without saying a word and he just knew you were absorbing the whole situation before becoming confident over him. It was the way you worked and he loved that.Â
So he decided to take his sweet time and take a bit of advantage over your flustered self as he walked closer to you. âI brought what you asked,â he sounded a bit too sexy saying such simple words and little did you know that he deepened his voice a bit just for fun.
Due to the closeness, Jake scented your perfume and swore he was getting drunk, too intoxicated by your sweet smell.
You looked at the bag he lifted and nodded, fully in a trance. You forced yourself to snap out of it as you reminded yourself you have a fucking date and finally spoke âOh, right. Iâll go pick up what Iâve prepared for us!â You walked towards the kitchen. âDo you want anything? Water maybe?â
âJust you.â
You choked on your own saliva as your cheeks started to burn. You foolishly thought that at least Jake wasnât aware of your reaction, but as soon as you got back from the kitchen after picking up the picnic basket with the sandwiches you made, you realized he was very much aware and messing with you with the flirting as usual. You could see in his eyes a strange mix of false innocence and mischievousness. And of course, in that little game of yours you would always win.
âWell, you already have me,â you winked at him as you pulled yourself together and now was time for Jake to lose his composure, blushing. âLet's go?â
âY-yeah.â
You gave him an address and he drove you both to the place, fully trusting you. You wanted to surprise Jake since he was usually the one who surprised you, but you hadn't gotten your driver's license yet so you needed him to do the driving in order to achieve your goal. That's why you decided to give him an address a little further away from your final destination, so both of you could walk there without him suspecting anything.
Jake was feeling like a happy puppy, very excited about what was going to happen tonight.
He was curious about your plans, especially after you asked for a picnic blanket and some beverages â âa night picnic?â he asked as you two texted. He remembers you just replying with âlol donât fool yourselfâ.
He didnât know what to expect about the place really, and not only that, he couldnât stand the urge to kiss you properly. God, he was so in need of you it hurted. Having you next to him, your scent all over him, your sweet and lively presence, and not being able to touch you was driving him insane.
âI donât wanna you to get high on expectations, Jakey,â you said softly after a while with a concerned voice. Jake had stopped at a red light and the silence wasnât awkward, but it was undeniable that you were worried about the outcome of that night.Â
What if Jake doesnât like what youâve prepared? What if he thinks youâre too dumb and leaves you? What if he doesnât really wanna be with you?Â
âIâll like whatever youâve planned, sweetheart,â just like Jake was reading how anxious was your mind, he uttered. âYou are my company for tonight. Thatâs all I need,â he reassured you, holding your hand and resting it on your thigh.Â
You glanced over at him to see his lips turned into such a gorgeous smile you almost cried. Jake was perfect.
âOkay,â you brought his hand to your lips and planted a small kiss. You tried to let it go after, but he refused.
Jake drove the rest of the way holding you, only letting it go when needed, but catching it again as soon as he could.
The warmth and softness of his touch took all the worry out of your head in a minute, and just like you arrived. Jake parked where you told him to do so and opened the car door and helped you to get out as usual. This time though he intertwined your fingers as he let you guide him through the way.Â
âDonât we need to bring the things?âÂ
âNah, we have something to do before,â you tried to sound enigmatic, forcing an expression which made Jake laugh, totally endeared by you.
âOoh, so mysterious.â
You both walked for a bit rambling about the surroundings. It was kinda in the middle of nowhere, with nothing much around and plenty of open space. Jake noticed there was a big building and before he could say a thing, you began to explain.
âSo I know we both like astronomical stuff, right?â He nodded, looking at you. So pretty. âMay I say you especially in a very nerdy way,â you softly pushed his shoulder with yours and he playfully rolled his shining eyes while failing to hold back a smile, full of adoration for you. âI thought about this when I realized I wanted to be more than just friends with you,â you stopped walking to completely face him, holding both of his hands. âBehind you at this exact moment thereâs a stellar observatory,â you stopped him from turning around wanting to finish your speech first. âApparently fate had worked through this, since today they donât normally open to everyone. Only for reservations or something like that.â
You finally let Jake turn around and take a proper look at the place. You watched as his eyes began to shine even brighter, it looked like he was about to cry. You also noticed how his hand tightened around yours, as if he was nonverbally thanking you.
Jake was genuinely flabbergasted. How the fuck did he managed to find someone that amazing?Â
âIâm not gonna ask how you managed to get a reservation here,â he joked.
You raised an eyebrow. âWhat do you mean by that?â He just laughed it off. âWell, I kinda didnât,â you suddenly felt small, even tried to restrain your hand from his but he refused to let you go.
You ran away from his intense gazing, not wanting to see the disappointment on it as you kept talking âWeâre not going into the observatory. Weâre gonna use the telescopes they have open for use down here,â you explained. âSince today itâs a reservation only or whatever day, we get to use it freely. Itâs definitely not the same thing, but Iâm sure it can be cool.â you forced a smile still afraid to look at Jakeâs direction. âI tried to book it for us I swear I did, but it was too expensive,â you uttered apologetically and again you were rambling due to your nervousness.
Jake not saying a thing helped nothing either. Little did you know he was as speechless as amazed with your witty self for figuring out a way of making that night special in such a short amount of time. He knew how hard it is to come up with ideas like that and to make it work. And you did it. Flawlessly.Â
He was so falling in love with you.
â...Iâm so sorry if I raised your expectations too high. I wanted to do something nice since youâre always doing nice things to me, you deserve bettââÂ
Jake once more interrupted your nonsense speech by pressing his lips on yours and you instantly melted in his arms, your hands moving up to find comfort on his shoulders as his own went down your back until they rested on your waist, squeezing lightly.Â
You moved your head to the side wishing to deepen the kiss, the whole fantasy of waiting for the special moment to finally kiss him was already blown apart as both of your bodies searched for the otherâs.Â
Your heart was beating fast and all your senses were heightened and sensitive, as if Jake had awakened a new sensation in you. A genuine sense of desperation for closeness. You needed more. Like reading your mind, Jakeâs tongue touched your bottom lip at the same time your fingers scratched the back of his head, getting lost through his soft strands as you pulled him closer.
Jake touched you with care, he was kissing you so tenderly yet you could still feel his hunger for you. You werenât different either. One of his hands came up to hold your face to help with the movement of your heads. You quickly found a pace, like two puzzle pieces being a perfect fit.
Neither of you wanted to part away, feeling too addicted to the contact. So whenever one broke down to breathe the other would reach over and start again, until your lips were a little bit sore. You pulled away unwilling, leaving little pecks on his plump lips as he did the same on yours.
Jake was unable to hold back his smile and didnât even tried to, too happy about finally kissing you. âWe have a little problem, baby,â he whispered as his dazzling eyes wandered all over your features. You looked even more stunning under the moonlight. âWhat?â You quietly asked back. âI donât think I can or want to stop kissing you.â
You giggled, feeling shy under his intense but gentle gaze. He was adoring you and you could feel every piece of it.
âYou donât have to stop.â
And just like that you kissed again. And again. And again.Â
You felt like a drug to Jake, so addictive, so intense, so you. He had the impression that all his problems would be solved instantly if you just kissed him. He decided that from now on at the end of a stressful day, he would search for your touch and your touch only.
âBut I kinda want you to stop for a bit, so we can go see the stars,â Jake chuckled when you broke the kiss to say.Â
âYou love stars, donât you, pretty girl?â He gave you a final cute little smooch while hugging you tightly.Â
âYeah.â
And even though you had observed dozens of stars that night, none of them shone brighter than your eyes together.Â
You were dating.Â
Actually there was no big difference from what you and Jake acted before, other than the fact that everyday that he went to pick you up to the university, you got to kiss him, which made you two develop the routine of waking a bit early just to get enough moments together.Â
Also you started to feel comfortable to call him cute names, your favorite being pretty boy, very effectively when you wanted to fluster Jake and see him giggling.
The dynamic was similar, but way better.
When you told your friends about the night, they literally screamed. Of course you kept as a secret how romantic it was to lay down under the moon and starlight with Jake as you cuddled and shared kisses. But everything about Jake sounded dreamy.Â
He was so cute and you were not so slowly falling in love. He would leave you at your classes everyday and kiss you good luck. Due to his recent research project his time was getting tighter, nevertheless he would squeeze his whole schedule just to see you for a minute or two. And of course, to steal a kiss from you.Â
Most of your lunch time was with him, either when you had time to grab some food and eat in peace or when some of you two were in a hurry. On days like that, you normally would find him in the library, leaving him some snacks, water and a sweet kiss. He would do something similar to you.Â
Gradually your relationship was growing stronger, however you still hadnât done anything on the bed yet other than kiss and sleep together. You werenât complaining! You loved to kiss Jake and to feel his warm body embracing yours.
He was very respectful towards you and you really appreciated that. He would initiate the kisses sessions most of the time, but rarely deepen it waiting for you to do it. His hands would never go further down your hips, even when you tried to force him to do it by putting it on your ass he relocated them back up.
But you were a woman after all. A woman with desires and needs. Strong desires and needs.
Even though you had a long-term relationship, it was only after the breakup that you discovered that your ex didn't give you any pleasure â or gave you anything at all. Your previous relationship was a mess, to be honest. Talking to people and listening to their experiences made you realize how shitty you were being treated back then â in every aspect!
You knew how to please yourself and most of the time was enough. However, itâs been a while since you last had sex and you could live without it normally, but there was Jake, all over you.
His smell, his pretty face, his touches, his lips, his fucking nose and his slender fingers⊠The way his veiny hands would hold the steering wheel drove you insane. You needed him.
It was a cold Saturday and you were watching him play your video game. Yeah, apparently Jake liked your video game more than you â this was you being dramatic every single time he stopped to pay all of his attention to you and decided to play something, but as soon as he starts to celebrate for defeating a boss, you just smile and forget about the drama.
Today was a bit different though. Normally you would pay attention to either the screen or to his pretty face and reactions, loving how expressive he was, always thinking Jake was a sculpture or something. But on this very specific day you paid more attention to his hand movements.Â
The way his grip was strong on the controller and how his fingers moved on it was making you mad. He was biting his lip more than usual as well in order to concentrate and, God, you could feel your panties get wet just by watching him like that.Â
Part of you felt like a perverted.Â
At some point he groaned. Apparently something bad happened to him on the game, but you didnât gave a fuck. The sound he left woken a strong feeling inside you.
âWhy is this so difficult?â Jake asked frustrated, throwing the controller away on the couch in defeat and looking at you.
He wasn't expecting to meet your intense gaze on him, eyes darkened as your tongue traveled through your lips to wet it.Â
His confused puppy eyes and parted lips were your last straw.Â
You straddled over his lap, hungrily kissing him. You almost instantly sucked his bottom lip, looking for a more intense contact. You could feel he was a bit confused, hesitantly resting his big hands on your hips, not knowing what to do.
When you bite his lip you heard a whimper and that alone made you grunt against Jakeâs mouth in response, pulling him even closer. You pulled a few strands of his hair and again he let out a sound for you, feeling him getting hard beneath your body.
Before you could continue doing your job, he said in an urge, his breath heavy. âI gotta go.â
You shook off your head whispering âNo,â and pulled him again to keep making out with him, lewd kissing sounds filling the room, a total mess happening in your living room.
The feeling of his hardened bulge hitting directly on your covered wet cunt was making you rub yourself against it, hoping to get more friction. At this exact moment Jake forced you to move away from him, gripping your hips to stop your movements.Â
âI really gotta go, I have some uni stuff to do,â he was breathless. You noticed how his eyes were different from ever, face red and skin hot. You blinked a few times as you just watched him put you back on the couch and stand up, trying to cover his obvious boner with his oversized jacket. He gave you a little kiss on the cheek and said goodbye to you before rushing out of your apartment.Â
You had to satisfy yourself alone that night. And after that, you cried.
You started to question yourself.Â
Yeah, Jake looked at you like you were the only one in his life. But was it enough? Does he find you attractive? Or better: does he find you desirable? Sexy? Hot? Sensual?
Since that day Jake started to run away from your more passionate touches like he was running from death.Â
At first you thought he could be a virgin, and no problem with that. You would let him feel comfortable enough with you to try to do something more, however you knew he had other relationships and werenât inexperienced either.Â
Actually you even went to Sunghoon and Heeseung to ask them about it, to which they answered that Jake may be âboyfriend materialâ and only have intimate moments with people he somehow trusts, but he definitely wasn't inexperienced in that field.
So doubting yourself was your only option. You could also ask directly why he never did more than just kisses with you, but that option needed more courage from you than you had.Â
âWhatâs with the frown, baby?â Yunjin asked you one day as you both decided to lunch together. You were giving excuses to Jake during the whole day in order not to talk to him, saying you were too busy and that maybe today you wouldnât be able to meet him.
You sighed, playing with the food on your plate. âI donât think Jake likes me.â
âWhat? Thereâs no way. He almost licks the floor you walk on. What did he do?â She was ready to throw hands.
âThe real problem itâs the opposite. He donât do it.â
âDo what, baby?â
âWeâve been dating for weeks and we haven't had sex yet. Iâm almost crawling on my bedroom walls.â
âWow,â Yunjin was shocked, eyes widened. For the way you two acted together, she thought that every single room of your house was blessed already. âWell, have you asked him why? Because thatâs pretty much a âheâ problem as it seems.â
âIâm afraid,â you stated sincerely.Â
âOf what, baby?â
âOf him saying something I donât wanna hear. I donât wanna lose him, Jinnie,â you uttered with sorrow.Â
âY/N, my pretty baby, remember we are talking about Jake. The man who woke up in the middle of the night and went to your house to kill a cockroach because you called him. The man who has a photo of you in his wallet. The man who had literally skipped classes just to spend some time with you because apparently he canât live without you,â you started sobbing. âHe likes you very much, Y/N. And he has shown to be someone who listens to you with adoration. Anything you say or ask him he would do his best to listen and talk about it, you yourself said that to me once when we were ranking green flags, remember?â You nodded.Â
It was the truth. He was Jake. The man who demonstrates so much affection in every action.Â
âIâll talk to him. Thank you, Jinnie.â
âYou donât need to thank me, sweetie.â She kissed the top of your head. âYou know Iâm always here for you and just want you to be happy. You deserve it.â
You decided to talk to Jake on the next day. You weren't planning to âarrange a sex meeting with himâ or anything similar, but to talk about it. So you invited him over that day, knowing he would be completely free because it was a Friday. You did a test early that day and were free as well.
Since he was going to your apartment quite often you gave him a key to make things easier for both of you, so when you heard the front door opening as you drank some water your heart started to beat fast in advance.
His scent followed all the way through your house directly to you. You felt his arms hugging you from behind and for a few seconds you let yourself get lost in his warmth. âHey, gorgeous. How are you?â He whispered close to your ear, kissing your neck. You turned around to face him. âYou look sad. What happened? Are you ok?â He flooded you with questions as his eyes worriedly wandered over your face. You just pecked him quickly before taking his hand on yours and leading him to the couch.Â
Jake felt his heart sinking.
He maybe was going crazy, but he felt that you had purposely ignored him the day before, constantly finding a rather lame excuse for every solution he gave. He preferred to believe that you were not having a good day and respected your decision. But when you invited him over, it became undeniable how anxious he was feeling.
And the way you welcomed him at that moment made him even more worried, especially when you said the cursed phrase.
âI wanna talk to you about something.â
He swallowed, trying to keep it cool by saying gently âWhat is it, sugar?â as he reached for your hands to mildly squeeze it in reassurance.Â
Even though Jake was quite tense, he would always prioritize you and the fact that you had some difficulty verbalizing what normally was bothering you, so he knew it was consuming you just as much.
âIâ Actually I donât even know how to say it,â you started shyly with a low voice, avoiding Jakeâs gaze. âBut IâmâŠâ
âYâknow you can say anything to me, right?â Jake tried to encourage you as he gently pulled you closer and just like that you moved to sit on his lap, each of your knees on either side of his legs as you trapped him underneath you.
Without saying a thing, you hugged him to hide your face on his neck. Jake wasnât fully aware of what was happening, but he wanted to give you some comfort so his hands caressed your back slowly.
After a while you muffled his skin with your breath while asking âDo you think Iâm unattractive?â
Oh?
Jake had a delayed reaction to your question. âBaby, what?â
You drew apart from him enough to see his confused expression before looking away. âI donât know if you arenât sexually attracted to me or what, but you can always tell me yâknow. Iâm sure we can figure something out,â your voice was almost a whisper due your worried self about confrontations.Â
âBaby, Iâm so confused right now. What are you talking about?â
âIâ Iâd prefer you saying to my face you donât wanna have sex with me instead of pulling me away from you every time we go further with our kisses,â as you finished saying, you felt your cheeks burning.Â
Jake frowned, completely baffled.
Little did you know that Jake lost track of how many times he woke up with a painful boner after dreaming of you. Or how fast he would run away from you after a makeout session with you because of his body response to it.
He would first try to cool down with a shower, but everytime he ended up jerking himself off to get some relief, you being the only one in his mind, always moaning your name when cumming.
But, God, every single time he felt nasty, disgusted with himself. You deserved better. You're like a divinity to him, a beautiful and sweet woman, you needed to be handled with care and love and he was so afraid of hurting you.
The day you told him about your ex and how badly he treated you, especially in the sexual field by not caring about anything but his own pleasure, Jake got mad. Really mad.Â
How could one in their right mind leave you hanging, when your expressions of pleasure alone were enough to drive any man crazy? He could treat you way better.Â
Sometimes Jake would get carried away while kissing you, going down to your neck to trail his lips over there biting and sucking slightly. And when he backed a bit to look at your face, he always met you with closed eyes nibbling your bottom lip, a ridiculously lustful view.Â
Too hard to handle.
He had to almost physically hold himself back every time. He was afraid of scaring you with how much he needed you, with how much he wanted to get lost between your legs, making you scream nothing but his name, with how much he was willing to make you feel good.
And now he got to know that his actions were the ones making you doubt yourself, making you doubt his feelings and needs for you⊠He was feeling so dumb.
âIâ Iâm sorry, Y/N.âÂ
You froze. No nicknames, just your regular name.
âI never wanted to make you feel like this. Iâm really sorry.â
You gulped the guilty feeling down your throat. âItâs okay, Jakey, I get it,â you smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. That meant that Jake didn't want you in that way, right?
You were about to start rambling as usual and before you did so, Jake shut you up with his mouth on yours. You startled before reacting, moving your tongue with his and dipping your fingers into his silky strands, both of your bodies starting to get hotter.
Jake squeezed your ass while pulling you closer. âI want you, Y/N,â he was serious when you drew apart to catch your breath. âI want you so bad, my darling,â he was so desperate, your panties dampening just by how his voice sounded.
âYeah?â You smirked, breathing heavy. âHow bad, Jakey?â You noticed his eyes darkening. âShow me.âÂ
Getting back to work with his mouth in yours, kissing you very messily, Jake impulsed to stand up with you in his arms. You surrounded your legs around him to keep yourself steady as he stumbled a little on the way to your room. You giggled against his lips when he dropped you softly on the mattress and hovered over you, not breaking the kiss for a second.
Jakeâs mouth tasted so sweet and hot on yours, you couldn't help but scratch his back and neck with your fingernails thinking how good he would be doing all that job down your cunt. His dick was getting harder and you could feel it, your mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off. You wanted so bad.
He parted away from your lips just to trail his own plump ones to your neck and collarbone, kissing, sucking and nibbling all the area before finally whispering against your skin, sending chills throughout your body.
âI really wanna eat you out,â Jake sounded determined. âI wanna taste you before anything, sweetheart,â your only reaction was a sigh mixed with a âpleaseâ that you were unsure if he heard.
But Jake was catching all of your sounds, from the quietest little whimpers to the slightly more intense ones, like the one you released when he removed your shirt and bra to work on your tits, his mouth sucking your left one while his hand cupped the other before he switched to do the opposite.
Before he continued to get down on you, you quietly asked him to remove his shirt and as he did, he revealed to you part of his perfect body. By the superficial touches over his clothes and of course the preview bumps, you knew he had a toned chest, but to see it all on display to you⊠You literally moaned at the view.
You promised yourself that later on you would give every bit of that skin the attention it deserved.
You watched him smile shyly before kissing your inner thigh, without breaking eye contact. Jake was absolutely certain he would cum in his pants at any given moment. The mix of your little sounds with the way you were looking at him like you were about to eat him alive triggered a strangely pleasant feeling.Â
âCan I remove these?â He asked between kisses on your skin, pointing to your shorts. You nodded. âAnd these?â He pointed now to your panties and you nodded again, head resting on your pillow. âYes, please. I want you.â
Jake noticed how wet you were through your last clothing piece and he literally had to hold himself back to not just dive right into you. He was getting dizzy by your smell, eyes hooded as he removed the only thing that stopped him from touching you like you deserved.
Jake salivated admiring your pussy, breathing heavily as he swallowed nothing.
At this point you were on the verge of crying due to your desperation and his unnecessary slowness, so you spread your legs even more and pleaded. âPlease Jakey, I really want you,â you whined, grabbing his hair with your hand and forcing it down your cunt. âI donât want you to hold yourself on me, pretty boy.â
And as if you casted a spell, Jake looked at you one more time before burying his face in you.
You gasped.Â
He felt you dripping on his mouth and grunted, collecting some arousal with his tongue to spread all over your area before flicking it on your clit, sometimes sucking just the right amount and sometimes doing big licks. His tongue worked so damn well, you just rolled your hips in order to get more. You were so sensitive and so needy. His grip on each side of your body got stronger as he pulled you closer.
You moaned Jakeâs name when he decided to use one of his fingers together with his mouth, pressing it on your entrance with care, just to familiarize you with the sensation before adding one more. After all, he just wanted you to feel good and not to be hurt.Â
You kept rubbing yourself on his face and now grinding on the two fingers inside you. Jake was doing such an amazing job on you, curling his fingers the moment he needed to like he knew you from inside out, using the tip of his nose to rub your clit as his tongue and mouth worked in the rest.
âYouâre doing such a good job, pretty boy,â you praised between moans and heard Jake groaning between your legs and intensifying his movements, eating you out as his life depended on it.Â
âI wanna you to cum all over my face, princess,â he said, muffled. His skilful fingers moved at a steady pace. âI need that, give it to me, babe, please.â
Your orgasm was already building up inside your core. You felt the familiar sensation growing bigger and bigger until you let it out the loudest moan of the night as your back arched. Jakeâs words and all the combo of his warm mouth and fingers inside you were enough to make you achieve your climax, trembling beneath his touches, grabbing his hair tightly.
Jake drank you like it was his favorite drink, licking every single drop of you with pleasure, his dick now painfully compressed in his boxers. He could get himself off just by eating you out.
He drove you through your high, movements slowing as he felt your grasp on his hair softening and your body less shaky. He kissed your pussy a few times and then crawled over you to kiss you on the lips. You watched your juices decorating his chin, nose and a bit on his cheeks before you felt your own taste in your mouth.Â
Jake's hard, covered bulge rubbed against your bare cunt and you whined, breaking the kiss to down your hands all the way to his cock and to utter âBabe, youâre so hard.â Jake whimpered against your mouth and you flipped over to be on top of him. âLet me help you with that.â
And as you promised yourself, you trailed kisses all the way down his chest, putting your mouth and tongue to work through his soft skin, making him squirm a bit underneath you.Â
You stopped once you got to the waistband of his pants, taking it off with Jakeâs help and removing his boxers as well. You sighed, mouth salivating at the view of his veiny dick right in front of you.
However, you needed to feel him inside you, so you let your other desires for later, starting to move in a way you could sit on him.
âI wanna ride you,â you announced as if it was your only goal in life. âLike, really bad.âÂ
âFuck, babe,â Jake groaned, watching you positioned yourself comfortably on top of him, quickly moving his hands to hold your hips. âGo on. Use me,â he threw his head back to just enjoy the sensation of finally feeling your walls around him, before realizing something was off. âBut waitâ Sugar,â he said with widened eyes, sitting up to hold you before you did anything. âYouâre going in raw?â Jake questioned in disbelief.Â
You blinked at him, confused. âYouâre clean, right?â
âYeah, butââ
âSo am I. And on birth control, donât worry.âÂ
Since you were still wet due your orgasm and because Jakeâs little sounds aroused you enough, you pushed him back to bed, giving him a little peck before holding his dick and placing it on your sensitive area.
Jake knew he wasn't getting out of there alive. There was no way. How would he survive you? God, you were insane. And the way you slowly slid down on his length, using its precum to lubricate, sent him out of orbit in an instant.
He did nothing but open his mouth and moan, eyes rolling back to his head with the amazing feeling of your pussy coating him so tight and warm. He could feel you everywhere. He almost cummed just because of that alone, having to close his eyes tightly in order to concentrate enough to not let it happen.
âOh, fuck,â Jake bit his bottom lip the moment you moved a bit, adjusting yourself. âYou feel so fucking good already, fuck.â
You watched every reaction of his, enjoying it as a show. The frowned face in pure pleasure, the red wet lips, face all flustered and glowing, not to mention the dim light of your room working to make the view even more gorgeous and pleasant.Â
Jake felt you staring and how you stayed still for a while, finding support on his chest with your hands. He opened his eyes to glance at you. You gave him a little smile and he reciprocated, caressing the skin of your body under his touch as he waited for you to feel comfortable enough to move by yourself. Jake watched as you started to move back and forth slowly on his cock, your eyes closing with how good he was filling you up.Â
Although Jake's hands rested on your hips, he didn't force a single movement, letting you find your pace. He admired you for a moment, âyou look so, so pretty right now, baby,â he praised sincerely, watching the way your expressions changed to pure pleasure as you moved faster.
You leaned forward to find his mouth with yours, kissing him, missing those pretty lips of his on yours. Your moans got lost between your mouths as you continued to move faster until you found the pace of your liking, Jake now helping you to keep it going.Â
Lewd sounds of your bodies shocking against each other filled the room, mixed with whimpers as well as the wet kissing sounds.
Jake reached down with one of his hands to rub your clit, and by the way his cock twitched inside of you, you deduced that he was close to cum and didn't want to do it alone.
You drew apart from the kiss to rest your head on the curve of his neck, sucking the skin as well as whimpering against it. The position leaded Jake to have his mouth directly on your ear, and with all the stimulus happening at the same time, his dick hitting your g-spot, his finger rubbing your sensitive nerve and his voice moaning your name in your ear, you started to clench furiously on Jakeâs length.
âWaitââ, you barely heard him saying, too lost in your pleasure already. âWhere do I cââ
âInside,â you answered quickly before he tried to pull off.
âFuck.â Jakeâs head was spinning, he was seeing stars. âBe my girlfriend,â he let it out in one breath.
âWhat?â You asked back under your breath, questioning if you were hearing things due pleasure.
âLet me be your boyfriend,â he said panting. âOfficially. Be my girl, please. Be mine,â he begged with a groan, cumming inside of you.Â
You openly moaned his name, rolling your eyes back as your orgasm also hit you. You thought that alone could answer his question, keeping on the movement to ride you two through your highs, his strong hands gripping you tightly and your whole body shaking.
You stood over Jake's body for a while after you stopped your movements, catching your breath and feeling his liquid leaking from inside of you.Â
He helped you to lay back on the bed, both still panting, both so happy about what just happened. You forced yourself to stand up just enough to kiss him before you said, looking deep into his eyes.Â
âIâm already yours, pretty boy.â
That weekend was intense. Still, you just couldn't get enough of Jake. And he wasn't too different.Â
Now your routine had changed a little more. He was still the sweet and kind Jake, worrying about you, asking about your day, listening to you rambling about random things, and always bringing you food on your busiest days. But it seemed like you had awakened a monster inside him.
Of course you didn't complain, especially because the one who was getting the benefits was you, who wasn't that different either, never getting enough of him.
Whenever Jake was stressed, he would usually take you somewhere to watch the sunset or to stargazing while talking about life and theories and obviously, kissing you.
Now he started eating you out. Almost every time. And sometimes he would mix these two, taking you somewhere beautiful and eating you out inside his car.
Jake had eaten you out in every room of your apartment, saying that him eating you out got him off more anything else, and you actually witnessed him cum untouched a few times, looking so fucking hot while doing it.
Nevertheless you still couldn't had the chance to give him a proper head. Jake would be saying you didn't have to do it, like you felt obligated. Little did he know that you wanted to feel his dick filling up your mouth and his cum going directly down your throat. Oh, you wanted so badly.
At this exact moment, you were sitting on your kitchen counter with your legs spreaded being supported on Jakeâs shoulders as was getting lost between them, diving in your juices, making you cum with his tongue deep inside you. You reached for his hair with your hands, grabbing to bring him up and kiss him fervorous.Â
âTake me to the bedroom,â you demanded with an urge.Â
And how would Jake deny such a sweet request?
The moment you got into your bedroom, you tossed him on the bed. You were hungry for him, and him only.Â
You saw his already hardened cock marking his sweatpants and without giving Jake time to complain, you removed all his clothing pieces â he was already shirtless â and had him naked underneath you.Â
As usual, he thought you would ride him. Out of all the positions youâve tried so far, this was a favorite of his â to look at you while you use him for your own pleasure felt too insanely good, so he got excited in advance. But you decided to surprise him this time, contradicting his expectations as you bend over to be at the same height of his pulsing cock, head pretty close to it.
He panicked.
âWhat are you doing, sweetheart?â He asked and tried to sit, but as soon as he did you pushed him back to the bed.Â
âImma suck you off,â you said like it was obvious. You wrapped your hand around his length and started to pump it.
âYâyou donât have to, princess,â he stuttered, feeling hot under your soft touches. âLet me fuck you, mhm? You deserve to feel good.â He tried to sit again and you pushed him back one more time.
âSucking you off will make me feel good too, Jakey,â you blew a bit of air on his shaft, he shivered. âDonât you get that?â Your hands worked slowly on his dick, moving up and down, smearing the precum out of his slit with your thumb. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper. âOr do you think you're the only one who gets horny by giving pleasure to others?â
You ran your tongue all over his shaft, closing your eyes as you felt the salty precum taste spreading through your mouth, playing a bit with his tip.
Jake kept hiding his sounds from you.
His hands were squeezing the duvet under his body to the point his knuckles started to get white when you gave a little more attention to his head, realizing that this was his sensitive area. You took advantage of that.
Without a warning, you put his whole cock in your mouth in one go, feeling it hitting on your throat.
âMhm,â he tried to contain his grunt, hips thrusting forward slightly and his left hand smacking the bed one time before grabbing the sheets again.
You held your position for a few seconds, making sure to breathe through your nose, before moving back and forth twice. Jake squirmed under you, still quiet.
âWhy are you hiding from me, pretty boy?â You asked with a low voice when you backed off to breathe, hands replacing your mouth as you did so. Jake finally let it out a little whimper and you smiled. âI wanna hear you, baby.â
âIâm sorry,â he said apologetically, once more biting his lip in order to contain himself.Â
The reason behind his choice of behavior under your touches was literally due his fear of scaring you off. He would be a total mess if he let it all go as he really felt. Your hot mouth around his dick sent him to hell and heaven all at once, you didnât had to do much for him to start seeing foggy and being a whimper mess.
Jake felt your lips coating him again and groaned, back slightly arching.
âSo gorgeous, Jakey,â you backed off only to encourage with a smile, jerking him off before going back to suck him. He couldnât hold back his loud moan, eyes rolling when you sucked his sensitive tip. You quivered. You wanted more of him. âKeep on making these pretty noises for me, yeah?â
Although he was afraid of scaring you off, one thing he loved to do was to obey you, to fulfill all of your requests. Whatever you told him to do, he would do it. So when you told him to be vocal, he started to be vocal.Â
Your mouth swallowed all his throbbing cock, his tip going deep in your throat, precum going down on it. Jake threw his head back, open mouthed, spilling all the little noises you loved. âFuck, mhm, thatâs it, babe,â he breathed out between groans and put one of his hands on your head without forcing you down or anything, just resting there.
The way your throat was pressing his sensitive tip as you swallowed around it, God, he was getting stupidly close. Jake dared to look down at you, meeting your strong gaze as you devoured him like a last piece of meal. âFuck, youâre doing so good,â he gasped, rolling his eyes. Jake felt a familiar burning wave all the way through his body. âFuck, Iâmgonnacumâ.Â
You kept your movements steady, lightly scratching his thighs before you felt Jakeâs body start to shake, his moans intensify and his cum hitting down your throat. You swallowed every drop of it before letting his dick with a pop and using your thumb to clean up the corners of your lips as you crawled back to kiss him passionately.Â
At this point you were already horny again, so as you kissed him, feeling his shaky hands all over your body, you pressed your bare cunt on his softened shaft and moved a bit. He parted the kiss, trying to push you away.
âIâ I donât thinkââ, he tried saying. âIâm sensitive, babyâ Ahh...â
âYeah?â You rubbed your bare cunt on his dick with a sly smile. âSo you donât want me to ride you, Jakey?â You kept waving your body on him, forcing a disappointed face with a fake pout.
Jake trembled, feeling his eyes water in a painful pleasure. âOf câcourse Iâ I do, fuck.â, his voice cracked, eyelids closing. He was fully unable to stop you at this point, and he didnât wanted to anyway, so he just started to sob as you kept sliding on him, back and forth, slowly, painfully slowly.
You were sending him into overstimulation, loving his reactions, loving how desperate he looked. Legs squirming beneath you, eyes tearing up, hands messily trying to figure out what to do, facial expression switching in a mix of pain and delight.
âPleaseâŠâ He begged. He didnât even knew for what. Neither did you, so you asked. âPlease what, Jakey?â You stopped moving. âYou want me to stop?âÂ
He hurried to answer âNo! Please, donâtâ Donât stop.â Definitely his begging wasn't about stopping. His breath was short as you started to move again, still slow. Too slow. Â âGo faster, please darling.â
And how could you deny such a sweet request?
The wet sound of your pussy rubbing against his cock was too lewd. You leaned to kiss Jake, who wasnât able to kiss you back properly due his undergoing situation. His was dick hardening again against your folds and that was your last straw.
Yeah, he was desperate because of overstimulation, but you were desperate to feel him inside you. So you repositioned yourself to slide him deep on you in one go, making both of you scream.
You threw your head back and instantly started to grind on him, making circle movements, sending both of you to cloud nine.Â
âBabe Iâ Iâll not last longâ damn.â Jake said breathlessly, hands helping your hips to move.
âMake me cum with you, please,â you begged and of course he would never leave you hanging, so he did his work, rubbing your clit at the same pace as you bounced on him.
You felt your climax building up rapidly, breath getting heavier and heavier, body shaking as you heard Jake saying under breath "I'm cumming", while throwing his head back and filling you up with his warm liquid. You shivered, moaning louder and achieving your peak right after.
Your body fell over Jakeâs, who immediately hugged you, panting, all sweaty. âThis wasâŠâ He started to say after a while, still inside you.Â
âGood?â He analyzed your expectant eyes when you got up to look at him and chuckled at the difference of the demon eyes you were giving him earlier. âIncredible,â he kissed your forehead. âYou are always incredible, my love.â
It was a weirdly sunny day when Jake seated you on his car hood, fitting himself between your legs while his hands rested on your hips, drawing little circles there.Â
You both decided to go out that day to celebrate your new job. But instead of going for a fancy dinner or anything similar, you decided to follow the roots of your relationship and asked Jake to take you to see the sunset.Â
And he would never deny anything to you. So here you were, looking at the pretty sky behind Jakeâs back when he himself was sunk on your neck.Â
"Why does the sky turn orange during sunsets?" You asked nonchalantly, feeling Jake's kisses on your skin. He was inebriated by your scent and acting as if he was getting drunk on you.Â
He loved that.Â
He loved you.
"It has something to do with the light traveling through the atmosphere. Don't make me do my homework right now, baby," he said muffled, unable to leave your warm embrace. You chuckled.
You loved that.Â
You loved him.
"Sorry," your fingers slid through his hair, scratching slightly. He hummed in response.Â
Itâs been two weeks since you started to call him your boyfriend and he started to call you girlfriend, the honeyed voice always making you melt.Â
Nevertheless none of you said I love you yet. Not that you two needed to. You felt Jakeâs love on every action of his. The way he would look at you so dreamily at any point of the day, how he would embrace you so tightly at the end of a stressful one. Or how he would always clean you up after the sex, even when he was tired as hell. He treated you like a goddess. You felt it.Â
It was as clear as crystal water that you loved him too, at least you thought.Â
You would purposely ask questions about astronomy just to have him speaking animatedly in technical terms that you often didn't understand very well, but loved to see him sparkle in joy. Or when you cooked his favorite meal just to see his puppy eyes widening in surprise and thank you with a sweet kiss. Or even when you watched him play video games for hours without complaining, actually enjoying and hyping him up, sometimes playing together when he asked you to.Â
Jake, actually, noticed every bit of it.Â
He himself making sure to love you every moment of his day, making sure you were safe, fed, warm, and most important: happy.
Jake loved your smile. He loved to see you ramble about your favorite songs and flowers and chocolates and movies and everything.Â
He loved everything about you.
You exhaled. The feeling was consuming you, you had to let it out. The ache of holding it to only your actions wasn't enough. You needed to say it.
And you did. In one go.
âI love you.â
Jake lifted his face off your neck to look you in the eyes, kind of shocked by your sudden statement. âI donât care if you donât love me back, but I love you. More than stargazing, more than feeling a cold breeze under the moonlight, more than listening to my favorite artist. None of those feelings overcomes the feeling of having you around,â you caressed his cheek. Jake listened to you with attention.Â
âYou color my world by just being around. Every part I go I look out for you,â you could see Jakeâs eyes watering. âAnd I do find you in everything, because, Jake, you became my everything. Itâs scary how much I need you. It's scary how much I can love you,â you rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes. âSo yeah, I love you,â you whispered at the end.
Jake's breath got heavy as he assimilated all your words.
God, he loved you as much as you did. Lately he had to deal with the urge of telling you the three words, afraid of scaring you off as always. But now he knows you are as much in love with him as he is with you, and he felt so damn lucky.
"You wanna know something that has nothing to do with physics?" Jake spoke softly after a while in silence trying to find the right words. You weren't expecting that question after your confession. "What?" you asked in a whisper.
He looked so gorgeous under the golden light.Â
"I can watch a hundred sunsets with you," he said softly, loving eyes at you. He gently put a strand of hair behind your ear, as usual, and continued, "And youâd still be the prettiest view."
Jake didnât had to verbalize âI love youâ after that, but he did.Â
He did it continuously. He did it before you went to sleep and when you woke up. He did it before leaving you at your classes and as soon as he picked you up. He did it out of the blue, while you were vacuuming your apartment and he was dusting the furniture. Because no matter how much he said, it didn't seem enough.
It was love at first sight, blessed by the moonlight keeping their love secrets and under the sunset light, keeping their sweet passion burning.
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Post prison Reid x Reporter!reader
Read part two here!
Summary: The night with your boyfriend is going perfectly, and you couldn't be happier, until he receives an unexpected call telling him that information about an important case has been leaked to the press, and many doubts about you appear.
Words: 2,5k.
TW: mentions of crime. established relationship. angst without a happy ending. mistrust and lack of communication. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: Again I apologize in advance for this, but I love exploring Spencer's character and his changes. It's so funny to know that the one from the first seasons would never do this but I love him anyway.
⥠Enjoy! âĄ
Your smile couldn't have been bigger at that moment.
After several weeks of work and no time to see your boyfriend or send him more than two text messages, you finally find yourself humming cheesy love songs next to him and hugging him whenever you want. You had only been in his apartment for a few hours after the universe and all the stars had aligned so that neither of you had to work that night and you could have your long-awaited quality time together. It was certainly much needed for both of you and could be a bit of a celebration for finally getting a raise.
The sweet smell of the candles you both had placed on the table mixed with the ingredients on the countertop, creating a much more homey atmosphere. After much thought, the two of you had decided to make some homemade cookies with different fruits to eat yourselves and give some to your friends. You had always loved baking, especially when it came to desserts, and being able to do it with Spencer was even better. Although you knew he was only doing it to make you happy because he was pretty clumsy in the kitchen.
âI think you have some flour here, sweetheart.â You could feel him running his finger over your face, laughing as he smudged you, then stepping back a little to look proudly at his handiwork. âYou look so cute.â
âReally? You want to play, Dr. Reid?â
You raised an eyebrow and gave him a menacing look, and made a quick move to smear some flour on him and get on the same terms. But you barely managed to mess him up a bit when he gently grabbed your wrists and planted a kiss on your lips, pushing any thoughts of revenge from your mind.
âYou cheated, it's not fair.â You murmured against his lips as you both pulled away from the kiss.
âI didn't do anything.â He replied in an innocent tone, kissing you briefly before pulling away to feed the cat. âI think this kid has been eating cookie dough because he doesn't want to eat his food.â
âHe's an unruly kitten, just like his daddy.â You said as you watched Spencer pet him and laugh at your bad joke.
The two of you had officially been together for almost a year, but you had known each other for much longer. A coffee shop tucked away in the middle of town was the best place for an FBI agent and you, a news reporter, to meet and start talking. From the beginning, you knew there was something different about Spencer, and it was much more than the fact that he was the only man in the country who didn't know you because he didn't watch television and therefore the news you had anchored for years. He didn't care that your face was what people saw every day and that put you in the spotlight, he liked you for who you were and how you thought about the world.
âI think they'll be ready in a few minutes.â You reported after putting a tray of cookies in the oven.
You were about to ask your boyfriend where he kept the dishes, but when you turned around, you noticed he was still playing with the cat and you couldn't help but smile at how relaxed he seemed. It had been a good idea to convince him to adopt the animal that always followed you home and peeked out of the fire escape. Nothing made you happier than seeing him happy, so you followed your instincts and noticed that the kitchen was still organized as usual. You may not have lived with Spencer yet, but you spent more time in his apartment than yours and had already memorized how a couple of things worked, though you were afraid to tell him because you knew he had trouble opening up too much and taking such big steps in a relationship so quickly.
All your attention was on picking out the prettiest plates and pots for the cookies when his phone rang over the counter. Your hands were still dirty with flour and dough, so you didn't hand it to him and could only read that it was Penelope before you saw him answer.
âYes, I'm with her now. We're making cookies, and yes, I'll bring you some. Yes, she says hello to you too.â You listened as Spencer repeated into the phone with an encouraging tone.
You barely listened to his conversation because you were nervous it was about work and that he would have to leave so soon.
âYou're out of milk, I'm going to the supermarket downstairs.â You informed him quietly after checking the fridge, not wanting to interrupt his conversation. âI won't be long.â You finished, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving.
He couldn't help but smile like a fool at the kiss and stopped listening to his friend's voice on the other end of the phone for several seconds.
âThe full profile was leaked to the press, along with details about the crime scenes.â Garcia's voice brought her feet back to the ground.
âWhat? How?â He asked blankly, needing to sit down to process the information. âWe were very careful.â
Spencer thought the case was already closed, he had filled out the profile himself, they had everything they needed to make the arrest, and Emily had insisted on giving him the night off for it.
âWe don't know, but it was on the evening news.â
Wait, the evening news? They were the ones you presented every day. It was strange that you hadn't mentioned it, since you'd just come home from work a few hours earlier, happy about your raise.
âWhich channel was the first? Who gave the scoop?â His voice trembled slightly, as if he was a little afraid of the answer because his mind was telling him something he didn't like.
There was a long silence for a few seconds and his anxiety increased.
âYou need to calm down and not jump to conclusions.â Penelope tried to be the voice of reason at the time and sugarcoated things a bit. But he insisted that he wanted to know. âShe said so...she broke the news a few hours ago and I think that was the first network to do it.â
His whole world seemed to crumble before his eyes again and everything was a blur amidst the feeling of betrayal and bitterness that gripped his body. Every thread in his mind began to connect in just a few seconds, and for the first time in a long time, he hated having that ability.
âReid, listen, I don't think it was her. Emily said we'd fix it, but you should know before you watch the news.â She tried to defuse the situation, but his words only made them feel more betrayed. âI forgot to tell you before because I didn't want to ruin anything, you looked so happy.â
Since meeting you, Spencer had watched at least a minute of the evening news every day just to see you, and everyone knew it. Only today he hadn't because he'd been busy trying to finish the damn profile so he could get off early and spend some time with you.
âWe don't want you to jump to conclusions, we all know her and I don't think she would do this. Maybe it's a mix-up or...â
âDon't do that, don't try to make me feel better when she's the only one I tell about the cases.â
And about absolutely everything. He always talked to you about his dreams, his deepest fears, his hopes for the future, his worst moments, and even things he never thought to say out loud, even to his therapist. All his life he had felt silenced until you showed up to listen to even the most complex thought and his mental discussion of possible names for the cat you both shared and treated like a son.
Since his release from prison, his view of the world and himself had changed. He no longer felt worthy of love or anything good until you came along and insisted on entering his heart and saving him from the emptiness he faced every time he woke up in that dark, lonely apartment that you came to fill with light and the smell of cookies.
It weighed heavily on his heart that the bad thoughts that always haunted him made sense.
âI'll be there soon.â He finished, not paying attention to the thousand and one possible explanations and theories Penelope had given him so as not to blame you for everything.
He ended the call and walked quickly to the bedroom to find your computer for answers. You had been staying with him for several days and always used it for work, so it was on the nightstand. He was about to turn it on when the sound of the front door startled him and let him know you were back.
âSpencer? Where are you? Do you want to play hide and seek?â Your voice echoed through the apartment, coming closer and closer to the room.
There was no movement or sound from him, just silence, until you entered the room and saw him sitting on the bed with your computer in his hands. You couldn't help but be a little startled by his expression.
âAre you okay, love? You scared me.â You spoke as you approached him and took his hand lovingly. âDo you need to use my computer? It's out of battery, but the charger is in my bag.â
The strange thing was that Spencer didn't return your affectionate squeeze, he didn't even kiss your hand like he always did. He just froze in place and looked at you as if he was waiting for you to confess to a crime.
âIs something wrong?â You sat down in front of him and grabbed his chin to force him to look at you.
He looked at you for a few seconds and clenched his jaw, pulling away from your touch as if it burned him. âYou tell me.â
Confusion washed over you and you bit your lip, trying to think of something that could have changed everything so suddenly. For a second you thought that maybe something had happened at Spencer's work and he had to go now, but his expression and his teary eyes said much more than that. Something serious had happened, you even thought it might be his mother and your heart shrank.
âI know what you did.â
You frowned at his words, trying to find some trace of a joke in all this. âWhat have I done?â
Once again, the room was filled with silence and his piercing gaze. You made a feeble attempt to approach him to give him some comfort as he looked like he was about to cry, but he rejected you and moved further away from you. He got up from the bed, put the computer down and looked at you as if he expected you to be the one to give the explanation.
âI don't understand this, baby. I really don't know.â You got out of bed and tried to get closer to him.
At your action, he backed away from you.
âDon't call me 'baby'. Don't pretend you don't know what you've done.â
The problem was, you didn't know what you'd done to give him that attitude. It had only been a few minutes since you left and everything was fine, so it didn't make sense that he was suddenly angry.
âI should have seen it coming before, how could I not, why would someone like you notice me? You obviously wanted this, you wanted to use me to get that raise and have all the fresh information.â Finally he seemed to react and started to blurt out everything that was on his mind without any filter. âI was an idiot to think you loved me.â
The confusion in your bright eyes only made things worse for him. His defense mechanism told him that you were an actress, that you must have known him well enough to manipulate him for so long and not even flinch. It made all the sense in the world that the whole perfect relationship you had was a sham, because he never understood how you, who had the fame and beauty to be with any man in the world, could have chosen him, a former addict who had spent months in jail and had more trauma than happy memories, to be your partner.
You took a step toward him, trying to process what he had just said. âI do, you know I love you.â
âCome on, you don't have to pretend anymore, I already know that you leaked the information I gave you about the profile.â He said after pacing the room a few times, trying to control his anger. âAnd maybe how many times you did the same.â
âWait, you think I'm some kind of spy or something...you're joking, right?â You tried to make sense of his words, wanting to believe again that it was a joke. It had to be, or the pain you felt in your heart at his rejection would definitely kill you.
The silence that followed his words was enough to know that he was serious.
âYou're the only person outside the team I talk to about cases all the time. And you magically get a raise when there's a big leak.â His every word was like a knife in your heart, digging deeper and deeper. âYou even broke the news a few hours ago, you're unbelievable.â
That was too much, and it was the move that pierced your heart with the knife.
âDo you really think the only way I can get a raise is to betray you? That I've been pretending for almost a year that I love you for my own benefit? Do you really think I can stoop so low and that my job is worth so little?â You asked him almost pleadingly, as if begging him to tell you no, but in vain. âTell me it's not so, please. Tell me you don't distrust me.â
Silence. Lots of silence.
âPlease...â
He said nothing again and that was answer enough for you. You loved Spencer Reid like you'd never loved anyone before, but you weren't going to let this go. You weren't going to keep begging him to believe you when you told the truth and never gave him reason to doubt.
âFine. I hope you don't have to come back to me when you realize you made a mistake and ended up with the best you had.â
The pained look you gave him and the tears streaming down your cheeks stayed in his mind as you left your apartment keys on the table and walked away, closing the door behind you at the same time as the oven beeped.
His smile could not have been more nonexistent at that moment.
#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#matthew gray gubler
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Can I get an Angst with all the boys, having a crush on gn reader who is new in town and heterochromia? ( If you can of courseđ)
It's the first time I do a request fr đ
It's ok , it's normal to be nervous when requesting if you're new or not used to it , hopefully I'll do my best with this one , enjoy it anon , thank you for sending your request đ !
°°°IT'S THE EYES . IT WAS ALL IN THEIR EYES °°°
Author's note : I been slow with publishing stuff because personal life is becoming more a survival than living , so sorry if it takes some requests too long to get done , but I'm slowly , yet surely , getting the ones I have done one step at the time .
Characters included in the following headcanons : Robin Arellano , Griffin Stagg , Vance Hopper , Finney Blake , Bruce Yamada , Billy Showalter
WARNINGS ! : CHARACTER X READER CONTENT , IGNORANCE / DISBELIEF ABOUT THE SYNDROME , BULLYING , THIS MIGHT BE SHORTER THAN EXPECTED , SOME MIGHT BE SHORTER THAN OTHERS , THERE'S PROBABLY SPELLING MISTAKES , GENDER NEUTRAL READER , CRINGE Âż? PROBABLY CRINGE , 2 SIDES , ONE WITH FLUFF , ONE WITH ANGST ( AND IT MIGHT NOT BE SO X READER TYPE OR BE A SENSITIVE TOPIC TO READ , ALSO THE CHARACTERS ARE MEAN ON THE ANGST ) TOXICITY Âż? DISCRIMINATION , MANIPULATION Âż? , ETC
ROBIN ARELLANO
â This guy is in love with your eyes , they're so unique , so badass , so special of yours , you're like a cool character of a movie or like a kickass villain
â Robin is a boy who loves everything that it's out of the normality , the more different , the more harder to forget , the better .
â If you felt insecure for your eye colors before then you'll be no more with him by your side ! He will compliment you without shame in front of others and he won't stop until you're all flustered and blushing
â But all jokes aside , once he get to know you and learned more about you , Robin will always remember you to not feel bad about your looks , it's not like you can control it , and it's nothing bad that you need to hide either
â if you want to buy contact lenses to match both eyes he won't stop you , but he'll be sad for not being able to see the real look in your eyes anymore
â He sometimes jokes about being jealous of your eyes , you get to have 2 colors and he only got 1 , that's not fair ! He wants to look just as cool as you
â You will always have his protection and support , no one will make fun of you , no one , and the one who dares to will feel a physical payment for playing stupid games in their faces
â Don't ever feel bad about yourself , because you'll have an annoying and romantic Robin making sure to bust your ego over the sky and taking photos whenever he can
â But that isn't so bad , isn't ?
GRIFFIN STAGG
° He's so sorry for being the ones who believed in the rumours it was contagious in the past , for being ignorant and avoiding you like the rest of the students
° Growing up he realized it was something stupid to think on , if it was contagious , then why nobody has changed eye colors yet ?
° Maybe you don't , but Griffin does remember well the day you two started to be friends
° The day you decided not to do anything in P.E class because you felt physically bad , and he , since nobody wanted him on their team , didn't lose anything by also not doing exercise either . You sat next to him , and started a casual conversation that turned out to be a funny exchange
° Casual conversations started to be more interested on each other's likes , conversations in each other's likes lead to gossip sessions , gossip became deep talks about the future and other corny shit that Griffin didn't thought he'll talk with someone ever
° He compares your eyes a lot with things , now that he learned to appreciate them , he can't stop remember you everytime a combination of color is the same as the look in your eyes
° You can say that your charm is contagious , and he's more than happy to be infected by love for you
VANCE HOPPER
â While others kids thought you were weird or cool , Vance thought you were a pretender
â Can you blame him though ? He hasn't seen somebody like you in his entire life , it's impossible for someone to have their eyes like that ! You must be using contact lenses or some shit !
â The evening he realized you weren't faking , he melted like ice cream in summer right there in front of you ( But you didn't noticed it )
â He stormed furious out of the mall when in a bad day he couldn't even get to the half of his high score , and accidently bumped into you . He looked into your eyes mad as hell , not expecting at all to see your pupils getting bigger , frozen about how fucked up it was to know that you truly had such a unique pair of eyes
â After an awkward time he slowly started to greet you " indifferently " , drawing you on his special notebook when the teachers didn't bothered him , and sometimes inviting you to watch him play Pin Ball when he felt cocky enough
â Hope you don't mind intense staring , because Vance is all about looking straight into your soul , he can't help it , or well , maybe he can because he can be a little of a tsundere
â To be honest he'll stare at your eyes all day if he could , but he's too of a dork to admit it , or decide if he likes it when you look at him or not due how flustered you make him feel
â And yeah , he will start a fight for you if someone dares to mock you , it's obvious , but it's a nice thing to think about
FINNEY BLAKE
â Finney is more curious than avoidant , he feels guilty for looking at you so much , you may had felt the hairy eyeball before and don't like it but , you're so .... Interesting ? Beautiful ? It's hard to describe
â Even for A or B you'll meet and trust my word , he's going to be respectful all the time he's with you . Only if you gave him permission to , he'll ask you more about your condition and how it exactly effects you , but don't worry , once he get all his doubts solved , he will move on and ask you about yourself
â He understands it yet he does not understand how someone could hate you by the color of your eyes , he doesn't even get racism and now we have people insult you by the color of your eyes ? By something you didn't choose to have ? Like what ?
â You're special ( and attractive he may add ) from the rest and that's gonna get more staring than someone else will have , sure , but he'll be angrily confused if someone bothered you in front of him , now we're bullying people for their genetics ? Come on man
â Finney would try to get you out of a uncomfortable situation , but if it persists , he might be verbally violent or push the person to tell them to back off and leave you alone
â Bonus : Gwen does the same with you , although she loves to tease Finney in your presence , she likes you though , she just does the " sibling annoying the other " things
â He has a special love letter that he never gave you were he used astronomy elements to describe you and the look in your eyes , but he was to embarrassed or afraid of rejection that he kept it for himself
â You read it , but you never told Finney and kept the secret
BRUCE YAMADA
â
Ignorance isn't a sin some people say , but he pity you when he first saw you and until this day he can't believe how dumb he was
â
Bruce mind was like " Aw poor kid they probably have problems with their vision " as if he knew what exactly condition you have
â
He felt like a dumbass the day you tapped his shoulder to tell him from really far away that someone was trying to steal his bike after one of his games
â
To thank you for the gesture ( ahem , and clear his mind from the guilt ) he invited you to watch a movie in the cinema ( Jaws 2 being his option and yours Star Wars 4 , you both watched the two of the movies because in one you sneak in between the crowd anyway )
â
after that movie night everything went smooth , until the point that neither of you acknowledge the fact that you still didn't confessed yet and were already lovey dovey with each other
â
He has the privilege to say he has a partner that has no comparation , there's no other you , and Bruce loves that
â
Bruce loves you and those special eyes that life has gave you
BILLY SHOWALTER
đș Billy knew animals could had two different colors in their eyes , but he didn't thought it was possible for a human too
đș It was a shame how nobody saw that special shine in you , or maybe they did , but they decided it was too bright for them and tried to turn you down
đș But you never let them took advantage of you , and he was proud that you know your worth and didn't let the negativity get you
đș He didn't stuttered or thought twice when you asked him on a date , you were his crush , of course he's gonna say yes !
đș Billy is not only an admirer of you and your lovely eyes , but a flatterer as well
đș At first , the compliments were accidents that escaped from his mouth before he noticed he was talking in loud voice , but with time , he became more and more confident to tell you how gorgeous you look , how you make him feel , his plans for the future , etc
đș If Billy has the chance to , he's gonna spoil the hell out of you , just to give you a material proof how much he loves you , so he can see that singular look in your eyes everytime you're happy , forever .
ANGST PART
They would love you of course , they can't control their hearts to stop beating for you every time you look at them or smile , but love sometimes ain't all rainbows and butterflies .
Now why or why you were born like this ? Why you couldn't just be normal ? Everything could be so perfect , so beautiful , if you didn't look different and just be like other people .
In a bad dream type of reality , they will cross the limits so they don't feel " ashamed " to be seen with you
BRUCE AND BILLY would suggest the idea of buying contact lenses to match your eyes with only one color , Billy being the one telling you that it's necessary that you should had them , BRUCE being the one who bought them without asking you first as a " gift " , thinking it was the best idea , after all , the two of you would look much better as a couple in people's eyes if you did
ROBIN AND FINNEY would keep you as their secret , no one has to know their feelings for you or your relationship if you ever had one , FINNEY afraid of having another reason to be bullied because of you or having his father mock his selection of partner , ROBIN because he's ashamed of liking someone that doesn't look " right " and is "pointed by God "
VANCE AND GRIFFIN would backstabbed you when you started to get used to the idea of having someone by your side , VANCE would mock you and insult you in front of his friends or people if that made him look better , GRIFFIN would act as if he doesn't know you when you needed him the most , without a feeling completely guilty for it , perhaps not even a little if that makes you and people's starting at him when he's by your side go away
It's just the way things are . It's how your eyes are .
#the black phone#billy showalter#bruce yamada#finney blake#griffin stagg#robin arellano#tbp#tbp fandom#tbp headcanons#vance hopper#finney blake x reader#bruce yamada x reader#robin arellano x reader#billy showalter x reader#vance hopper x reader#the black phone x reader
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summary: you finally graduated college and are home free for the summer, planning to spend as much time as possible with your best friend. what you weren't planning for, however, was the incredible sight of her older brother, Leon, who had drastically changed after all those years. you had never thought you would fall for your best friend's brother.
pairing: leon kennedy (re2) x fem! reader
word count: 9.3k
warnings: smut, bathroom sex, public sex, fingering, dom(ish) leon
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No matter how many young adult fiction books you read, how many love story tropes you think you have seen, there was just one that seemed so unreasonable, it was almost laughable. Because, after all, you spent way too much time with this person to ever even see him as attractive, it had never even crossed your mind. Come on, your best friendâs brother? The boy who was so ungracious, messy, impolite, and had a crude, childish sense of humor? It was just unrealistic.
Until⊠It was realistic.
For all your life, you looked at Leon Kennedy as the young, bumbling boy who tripped over his own two feet at any given opportunity, ready to make jokes at inappropriate times and constantly worked overtime to barge in when you and your best friend were hanging out. He was only two years older than you, but his personality read the same age, if not, younger. Boys will be boysâŠ
You always knew that college would change a person, and you canât deny that about yourself, but it was so hard to look at the people you were closest to and imagine that they, too, changed with college. Your best friend was still the same person you knew since middle school, and all those years that you knew Leon, he had never changed, until he left for college himself. You were confident in knowing that when he came back, he would be the same exact person, just⊠older.
You could not have been more wrong.
âThese days could not go by any faster.â Your best friend whined to you over the phone, a daily routine between the two of you. âI need you home ASAP, Leon is driving me crazy. Heâs being so loud.â
Yep, that sounded pretty in character for him. âI know, just five more days, and Iâm home free, forever. I wish commencement wasnât even happening at this rate, Iâm wasting away here.â
You were finishing up your last days as a college senior at a school that was a thousand miles away from home. The scholarship opportunity was incredible, and you could not say no to this offer. Your best friend chose to stay local, which you inwardly criticized, but would never say to her. You knew her parents could have afforded to send her here, who needs that big of a house for a family of four anyway?!
Commencement was set to happen on Thursday, and it was currently Sunday. Your own parents had flown in to watch you walk the stage, and while you knew your best friend would have dropped everything to come as well, her school chose to hold theirs on the same exact day. Figures.
âI miss you guys. The summers I came home just weren't enough. I have to say, Iâm so glad this internship bullshit is over. It feels like I havenât ever even lived with you.â
You heard her groan on the other line. âI know! Itâs so stupid. Why would a program even make it so you could only intern in the summer? Don't they know you are only in your twenties once?!â
You laughed at her remark, gazing off as you continued the conversation. Classes were over and exams were concluded, at least you had a healthy pile of books to go through to pass the time. You decided to worry about the logistics of taking them home at a later date.
Thereâs something so innocent about getting lost in the world of young adult romance. Some would say it makes their own lives dreary, coming to the conclusion that they could never live out these fantasies in the real world, but to you, it felt real anyways. It only made you happier. It puts some optimism in your life.
The comfy plane read you chose was about a high school girl, absolutely smitten over the five-years-older brother of her best friend. This type of thing, you thought, just seemed too⊠fairytale, to be real. In no world where you knew someone as a child could you grow up and think they were an object of fantasy. You tried picturing you and Leon in this situation. Never!
Admittedly, you havenât seen Leon in like 4 years. The last time you saw him, it was right before you left for college, and your major requires summer internships which leave a very small window for home visits. You never crossed paths during those times. From what your friend tells you, heâs rarely home now, he must have migrated to a new group of friends in college and found other passions. Good for him, you thought, you wish you could say the same, but you needed the income from whatever job you landed from your internship.
He was never really a tiny boy in high school, he was of a pretty average build and rivaled some of the football players, but he was not an athletic kid. You canât imagine him changing that much more, your best friend never talked about him like that, obviously, so, you only had to imagine after the last time you saw him.
From your own personal standpoint, it was just impossible to believe in this best friendâs brother trope. You shut the book and closed your eyes, willing the plane to start moving faster.
As soon as your plane touched down, you whipped your phone out to send a text: As soon as all this shit is put away, Iâm coming straight over.
Predictably, less than three minutes later: YES!! All nighter, weâre 14 again. I have drinks in the fridge.
Willing yourself through all the pleasantries of coming home, promising other relatives you would be by in a few days when you are settled, you merely threw your suitcase down into your room before dashing out to your car, knowing the route to your best friendâs house even with your eyes closed.Â
A tight, running start hug was the intro you both needed as a fresh start to the summer.
âPlease tell me you are home for good now, they aren't making you do any more summer internships?â
You laughed as you followed her into the house. It felt like itâs been forever since youâve been in this large houseâs lived-in walls. âNo, thank god. Iâm officially done. Except for job hunting, but Iâm putting that off for as long as I can get away with it.â
âAgreed.â
As you followed her up the steps to her room, snacks and drinks spilling over your arms, a loud cacophony rang out through the house, coming from the garage. âWhat the hell is that?â You stopped short, listening to it through the closed door.
âWow, thatâs how I really know itâs been forever since youâve been here. Iâm so used to it now. Itâs a band that Leon is a part of. The ârents loaned out a car space in the garage.â
Wow, you thought, multiple things to dissect here. One: this has been going on for some time now, and you never knew. You didnât blame your friend for not bringing it up, it wasnât weird to not mention a new hobby of her brotherâs. Two: Leon apparently knew how to play an instrument. You couldnât recall anytime seeing him play anything, and he had never expressed an interest in singing, so that was difficult to digest. Three: their parents would give up a car space just for them to do this. They still had two car spaces left in there.
âGod, itâs really been that long, huh? Iâll have to get him to spill all about this whenever he comes out.â
You heard a groan from in front of you on the stairs, and you hopped up to be beside her, headed to her bedroom. âIf you can even catch him. Heâs like a slippery snake. Plus, heâs so private, I don't know what happened to him. Anyway, you should come over tomorrow night and pregame with me and the girls, causeâŠâÂ
She droned on, and while you still had half of your brain paying attention to her, you couldnât help but think about that sentence she just said. Leonâs different now? The slippery snake part didnât make many waves, you werenât surprised that a man in his mid twenties didnât want to be bothered, but you didnât expect a whole new personality to come out of him. What happened while he was gone? Or, what kind of epiphany did he have?
âOh, my god, look at this, too. I totally forgot to send you this. Iâm so mad you missed it!â
Your best friend shoved a phone in your face, and you took it, grateful for the mental topic switch. It was a group of four girls and five boys, your old friends, standing along a cliffside in bathing suits. You assumed this was the cliff jumping extravaganza you heard about over the phone a couple weeks ago. And, yes, you were also mad you missed it.
âThis looked like so much fun, I haven't seen all of them in forever. Maybe we can convince everyone to do it again soon.â You looked up and smiled as your friend laughed. You looked back down to the photo. âWho is this?â
She leaned over you as you zoomed in on a man in the top right, his lower half covered by a girl bending forward for a photo, but you could tell he was incredibly toned. His hair was pushed back with water from the lake below, and a broad smile graced his features. You sensed familiarity, but you had never met this person before.
Your friend scoffs. âGirl, what? Thatâs Leon.â
âWhat?!â Has it really been that long since youâve seen Leon in person? Now that you look at it again, yep, thatâs definitely him, but why does he look so different? Thinking back, it wasnât often you spent time with him around after he graduated high school and went to college. You saw him probably even less than you visited home during your college career, and honestly, it has probably been years since youâve seen him at all. âHe looks so⊠different.â
âLike I said, I donât know what happened. Maybe he wonât recognize you either.â You handed her phone back to her. Maybe, you wondered, but you doubted it. Nothing about you changed at all. You woke up every day waiting for a magical overnight nose job and five month glute progress from the gym that you didnât go to, but it never happened.Â
The night carried on, the strange questions about Leonâs college whereabouts pushed to the back of your mind. It felt so good to be back home. The summer was only just getting started, and with the buzz running through your system, you couldn't feel anything except excitement.
âIâm out of water, fuckkk,â You moaned. Your friend giggled at you.Â
âGo get some. And donât fall.â If you were any more sober you would have glared at her for this, reminding you of the time you drunkenly took a tumble down her stairs, but right now, it was only a funny memory as you totally didnât have an iron grip on the railing as you walked down.
The rest of the house was dark and quiet now. You remembered her saying her parents were somewhere else, so you hadnât seen them at all tonight, and there was no longer heavy music coming from the garage. You instinctively turned your head that way, like it would magically start up again.
You stumbled over to the refrigerator, yanking it open and hearing all the bottles clink around on the door. It took you a second to collect your bearings, but after a few more seconds, water was located, and you let your eyes readjust to the darkness as you shut the door. A figure in the darkness made you yelp.
âGoddamnit, you scared me!â You placed a hand over your beating heart.
A deep laugh floated through the air at this, but you were still partially blinded. âHey, you. Iâm sorry, I thought you were my sister.â
Leon.Â
You blinked hard a few times, willing the night vision to return, and a little bit of your drunkenness away. You took a hard look at the man in front of you, as good of a look as you could. You only saw a silhouette, a dark shirt, hair over his forehead, and he was taller than you, wider, stronger. This was not the Leon you remember from high school.
âLeon. Itâs so nice to see you.â You tried your hardest to sound normal, but surely he already knew what the two of you were up to.
âYeah, itâs been a while.â Slowly, your vision was returning, and his facial features were becoming prominent. Eyes. Mouth. Smile. âCongratulations on graduating, back home for good now?âÂ
âYeah, yes. Thank god. Thank you.â You could now tell you were fumbling over your words, and suddenly wanting nothing more than to go back upstairs. âIâll be here a lot more often now, so get used to me.â You walked around him back to the stairs, listening to that low chuckle that you got out of him. God, you really needed another drink.
The night and next day bore on with nothing too important left to remember about it, as long as you were in the confort of your home town again getting fucked up with nowhere to be, it was a great time as far as you were concerned.Â
Though, despite continuing to drink that night and waking up a little unsteady the next morning, you couldnât shake that brief encounter you had with Leon. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could already tell he looked different. His build was wider than the last time you saw it, he even looked a little taller. He had only ever been maybe an inch above you, but since he disappeared to college, it looked like he went up at least five. Or maybe you were shrinking.Â
You were mad it was so dark and you were on the edge of tipsy and drunk to be able to clearly see him. You saw him in the photo of the outing at the cliffside, but you really didn't want to believe that was him. He was almost⊠sexy.
Which was crazy. You had never thought of Leon like that. Yes, there was some sort of novelty to having a crush on the only consistent older man in your life whom you werenât related to, but whenever you came face to face with him, it was just normal. You felt nothing, he was just there.Â
But this⊠this could change everything. Was he actually attractive now? God knows you werenât the best at being normal around people who you thought were attractive, and that could make things infinitely awkward with being around your best friend so often. And your best friend, what would she even think? You canât confide in her to tell her you might think her older brother is hot. This was all messed up. This is not how you wanted summer to start.
â
A few days had passed with no rift, and your momentary crisis left with no memory. You discovered, though, as much as you couldnât wait for summer to roll around so you could be free of your duties, your days were much more boring than you had anticipated. With your past summer internships, you were always busy, and had one or two days a week to rest at most. But now, with the summer sun high in the sky and no requirements of you anymore, you were at a loss of anything to do other than sit by your best friendâs pool, baking in the heat.
âTheyâre having some start-of-summer party going on in one of the campus houses tonight, are we down?â
You didnât move your head nor open your eyes as your friend spoke to you. âYeah, sure. It will be more of a time than drinking with just us.â
She sighed. âYou can say that again.â
You pushed yourself up off the chair. âIâll be back, donât drown.â
You listened to her sarcastic response as you went inside the house, needing a moment to cool down, and to refill your drink. As you slid the glass door shut, you were greeted with the sound of loud instruments, reminding you of the first night you came here once returning from school. Leon must have had his bandmates come over some time while the both of you were outside, as you donât remember hearing this, or seeing anyone else. You ignored it, and stalked past the door, headed upstairs to the kitchen.
The music stopped, a door opened, and chatter became clearer without the barrier. You didnât know who else Leon could have here, you didnât know his friends, and you were suddenly too aware of the bikini you had on. Whatever, you soothed your anxiety, I look good.
âOh, hey.â You turned around at the strange voice, not recognizing the person standing at the stairway, headed towards the kitchen. âNow itâs a party.â
âDude, gross.â A more familiar voice followed quickly behind the quip, and Leonâs head became visible as he climbed the stairs. âSorry.â He spoke now to you, visibly doing his best to keep eye contact with you. Now you could really feel your half-nakedness.Â
âDoesnât sound like you guys are making much progress out there.â You joked, turning your head back to where you were filling your water bottle. You heard Leonâs friend laugh, making a remark along the lines of blaming other people in the band, but you unintentionally tuned him out.
âWeâre trying.â Leon was closer to you now, and when you turned, his friend had disappeared, probably into the bathroom. Leon was grabbing drinks from the fridge, and the two of you were separated by the kitchen island, sunlight illuminating both of you.
His hair was a shade darker than you remembered it being, still blonde, but almost brown. It came down to touch his ears, and the pieces of bangs on his forehead were clumped together with sweat. He had on a gray tank, the ones with the arm holes that go down to your ribcage. His arms, god, those armsâ
âDoing anything fun out there?â He walked around the island, even closer to you now, getting cups from the cabinets.Â
You shook your head. âJust trying to become a leather couch while Iâm still young.â You fixed the top of your water bottle back on, but didnât move from your spot, taking the chance to talk to Leon.
âThatâs the spirit.â He placed the cups down on the counter and leaned on it, clearly standing around to talk to you, too. You noticed a bandage wrapped around his right hand as he crossed his arms.
âWhat happened there? Start scrapping with the wrong people?âÂ
He lifted it and looked at it, like he just realized it was there. He laughed softly. âThis might sound gross, but it's just a callus that burst open the other day. Right when I was used to holding drumsticks all the time.â
You sighed a gentle laugh. âDoesnât that hurt, still using it?â
He shook his head. âNah, I just didnât want to start touching shit and get it all gross again.â He set his hand back down. You took the silence to ask another question.Â
âWhen did the drums start? That was never a thing as far as I can remember.â He looked down, slowly nodding his head, as if trying to piece together memories of what his life was like the last time he saw you.
He sighed. âI kind of picked it up during college. I thought it was a lot of fun. I knew a lot of guys at the time who were in a bunch of different bands, so they had access to all these instruments, and I tried a bunch, but the only one that stuck was drums. I guess itâs easy and I like it only because I still canât read sheet music for the life of me.â
You smiled softly at his explanation. Looking at him in the daylight, now, you can see the old him in his features. He grew into his face, his cheekbones slightly more pronounced, and his dimpled chin fitting perfectly into his jawline. His eyes were soft, yet tired. Still the bright blue you remember them being.
âAre you any good?â
He smiled fully at this, looking back up to you. âOf course. I know it sounds like ass right now, but weâre trying out some new stuff. But, and maybe Iâm just biased, I think we have some really solid potential.â
You shrugged, a grin still present on your face. âIâll have to see it to believe it.â
Leon stood up now, grabbing the cups and the still tied together 6-pack. âI agree. Weâre doing a local show next Wednesday night. Iâm always inviting my sister, but she doesnât like going alone, and the rest of your friends donât like that bar.â You smiled at this. Sounds typical of your friends. âMaybe she will come if you will. And, uh, if youâre still with that guy, he can come, too.â
Your brow furrowed at this. âGuy?â
Leon shrugged. âOh, well, she told me in passing that you were with some guy last summer. From around here.â
You paused to think about this, nearly forgetting your whole past trying to rake your brain for a memory. It then hit you. âOh, shit, yeah, that was definitely just a summer thing. He wasâŠâ A douche, conceited, horrible at sex. âNot the best. Iâm not seeing anybody. And definitely not while school was in. I was way too busy for that.âÂ
He nodded, standing up a little straighter. âWell, thatâs good. And fuck that guy.â You giggled at his support. âI think you should come. Iâd be happy to see you there.â
And, oddly, for the first time ever speaking with Leon, your stomach did a flip that only ever happened when you were talking to someone whom you liked. It caught you off guard, and your words caught on your throat.
You nodded quickly, using the opportunity to take a deep breath in. âYeah, Iâll be there. Iâve got the time to, now.â
âCool. I wonât disappoint, I promise.â With that, Leon bounded back across the room and down the stairs, opening and shutting the door to the garage. You sighed deeply. You didnât like the feeling that was creeping up inside of you.
Putting your newfound conundrum aside for the night, you resolved to let loose and get back to enjoying the summer the way you had intended to. You were almost tempted to stick around and listen once his band got started with the music again as you were on your way outside, but decided against it, as your friend would surely be asking what took so long.Â
Part of you wished Leon had gone to this little party tonight, considering he knew all of your mutual friends, but he was never the party type before this, and it seemed that college did not change that much either. It would make sense if he had a gig coming up, they must be preparing, but you didnât picture him to be much of a perfectionist. Maybe that changed as well.
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âWhy are we going to this again?â Your friend asked as she followed you out of her house, locking the door behind her. She seemed awfully quick to keep up with you for complaining about doing something she doesn't want to.
âI donât know, it gives us something to do. Leon asked me to come. Now youâre coming with me.â
âWhat? Why did Leon ask you to come? He doesn't ask me.â The two of you slid into her sleek black coupe.Â
You shrugged as you fastened the belt. âI saw him the other day when I was here, I came in while we were out by the pool. We were just talking. And he said he does invite you, by the way, but you never go.â
She was the one to shrug this time. âMaybe he does. You think there will be hot men here?â
âWeâre both hoping.â You half-assed the response, but you already knew the answer was yes. You could never tell her you think Leon is attractive now. You had been mulling it over the past few days, ever since you spoke to him, and you had no choice but to confirm it. He really, really grew into his body. You could even push the curiosity aside to wonder what it was about college that changed him like that, you were just thankful it happened.
Your local bar looked just as you remembered, dark and looming from the outside, people filing in and out simultaneously. It was much busier than you had ever seen it, but the show was most likely the reason for the sudden influx in customers.
The crowd was a thick mass, and you had trouble even spotting the stage when you walked in, but once you and your friend had found a nice little corner, vacant of bodies, and conveniently found a third mutual friend to stand by, the room seemed a little less stuffy.
You absentmindedly scanned the crowd, people hoarding in front of the stage, waiting to be the first to break open the mosh pit, presumably, people in the back drinking idly and chatting, almost like they don't even know a show is happening this night. You found yourself looking for Leon. He was in the building somewhere. You wished you could have told him you were there, but what good would that have done? He wouldnât have come out to say hello, there were preparations to be had back there.
God, shut up already, you willed at yourself, annoyed at the mere fact that you couldnât stop thinking of Leon.
Admittedly, you thought of that first scene more often than not recently. The muscle shirt, ribcage exposed, thick arms, sweet smile and bouncy cheeks with a strong jawline, the vision came to you during the day, at breakfast, while you were scrolling your phone, late at night, when the moon was your only company.Â
You wondered what he would look like tonight. You were so anxious for him to step out on stage. Would he see you?
Your friend stumbled sideways into you, knocking you out of your monetary stupor. People were now starting to crowd in, hence the bump, and you were assuming the start of the set was about to happen.
On cue, the lights went darker, the roar of the crowd exploded, and people rushed on stage and took their places. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Leon, who, from what you could only see from the backlight so far, had on another muscle shirt. It made your legs feel like jelly.
The lights went on, and after a brief introduction from the front man who was holding a guitar, they started. Leon was right, they were pretty good when they werenât rehearsing new material. You knew this wasnât the type of music your best friend was into, but to your surprise, she was bopping away with your other mutual friend, both of them holding drinks. Thatâs probably why.
Turning back, you could see Leon clearly under the lights now, which were strobing in and out, flashing different colors and patterns. His hair was pushed back this time, exposing his forehead, and looking brand new. You liked the way it looked on him, it made him almost look older. Everytime a strong beam of light would shine down on him, you could see the glistening sweat on his skin, his face. He was so focused on hitting the beats, and succeeded everytime, and you were so enticed by it.
This was a side of Leon you never thought you would see. It was so clear, standing in the crowd watching, how much he belonged up there. He looked so confident, every move was made with ease, no hesitation, and you could feel yourself melting.
It was like a headrush, you didnât think you would enjoy it this much, but clearly, every moment took your breath away. Yes, you were looking at Leon the whole time, but who could really tell?
Soon enough, the show ended, and the crowd was applauding for what felt like ten minutes as the individual members left the stage, thanked everyone, hopped down to talk to others. You were interrupted with your people-watching when your friend grabbed you by the elbow to let you know she was headed back to the bar for more drinks, and you absentmindedly nodded while you turned back.
You caught the back of Leon, dipping behind the stage into the back of the bar. The tips of your fingers tingled with⊠something, some emotion you couldnât read⊠and you let your body take over as you weaved through the crowd, headed to the back.
People bumped you and yelled in your ears as you squeezed in between them, paying them no mind, on a mission of your own.
After a few seconds, you reached a hallway, a few people lingering by the bathrooms, and you spotted someone, you recognized him as the frontman, dipping behind another doorway, chattering loudly to people behind the wall. Times like this, you wished you had decided to down some liquid courage.
You stalked slowly over to the doorway, seeing flashes of shadow as people walked by, unsure if you should hang out or go in. Most likely, you werenât welcome, it was probably for performers only, but you couldnât help it, you continued inching closer, drawn in by an unseen force.
As you took another step inward, a figure rushed out and crashed right into you.Â
âOh shit, Iâm sorry, bathrooms are that way if youâre looking for them, this is restricted access.â You looked up at the man you walked into, you didnât know who it was.Â
âOh, umâŠâ You backed up a step, and though he was making moves to walk around you, he was waiting for a response. âI was actually waiting for Leon⊠the drummer.â You added in the title, just in case this was a man who worked at the bar with no affiliation to the band. But, to your relief, he nodded.
âIâll get him, just chill over there, âkay?â
You dumbly nodded and backed up again. The hallway was lit with fluorescents, the bright white kind, but it was still dark, with the walls and floors looking slick with condensation. You opted not to lean up against them.
âHey, youâre still here?â A voice snapped your head back over to your left, and you saw Leon walking towards you. âYou didnât leave with the rest of them?â He must have seen your other friend there as well.
You shook your head. âTheyâre still here, I think. Just getting drinks.â He nodded. âI told you I would come.â You held your arms out in a here I am gesture. He laughed.
âIâm so glad. I didnât see you while I was up there, but⊠I do tend to just tune everything else out when I play.â
âYou did great. You were really good.â You spoke, almost breathless for no apparent reason.Â
He smiled softly, his eyes holding contact with yours. âThank you.â His hair was now starting to fall back into place on his forehead, his face was still red with exerted energy. Your eyes wandered, without your permission, his arms were shining under the hallway lights, still sweaty. You looked away, but he saw. âYou look great tonight.â His voice was low, and a twist went straight down your abdomen.
You smiled back. You briefly looked down at your outfit, simply a short skirt and loose band tee. âThank you. Itâs nothing.âÂ
âI like it.â He looked back into your eyes, and you found yourself lost for words. He broke eye contact for a second, turned around and looked into the back room where, presumably, the rest of his bandmates were. He turned back to you. âYou know,â He looked down, and took a step forward towards you, slowly, as if to test the waters. You stayed put. âItâs been so long since I saw you last. I almost didnât recognize you the first night you were at the house.â You grinned at the memory. You were also equally stunned to not know Leon had changed so much. âNot that you werenât before but⊠Youâre beautiful, now.âÂ
Your stomach sank at his words, and with his new proximity to you, it caused you to have to look up at him. You felt a strong shiver course up your body.
âI really⊠I didnât recognize you. You look so different, too.â You whispered, knowing he was close enough to hear you. âI didnât even think it was you at first.â
He simply stared at you for a few more moments, taking in your words, and the way you looked in front of him right now. You were suddenly self conscious, but his gaze seemed to tell you that he liked whatever he saw.
âI⊠donât want to back you into any corners hereâŠâ He looked down, still not meeting your eyes. âBut youâre giving me a⊠vibe. And Iâd rather fuck around and find out than never know if I donât try.â
You stood up straighter, coming closer to meet his face, his eyes finally touching back onto yours. âWhat kind of vibe?â You had to say something, anything, because you could barely comprehend this situation right now. Leon was catching a vibe from you? Could he tell that you were looking at his body? Could he tell that you thought he became very sexy?
He tilted his head a little further, and his brow bone cast a shadow over his eyes, darkening them. Another shiver down your body. He shrugged. âI think I just⊠think you are incredibly attractive, now.â His eyes darted down your body for a quick second before resuming their previous place. âAnd I want to know if you want to just try it out. Just once.â
You took a quick, silent breath in. He must have been picking up your messages, even though you said nothing and only spoke to him once. Was that one conversation that powerful? Was it the hint you dropped about not being with that guy anymore? Was this something he just knew he was going to attempt as soon as he saw you? You didnât know, and you really didnât have the time to think it over.
You reached up and placed a hand on his chest, slowly taking the shirt on his body in your hands, pulling him closer, but with no force. His eyes darted up behind you, and he turned his head quickly one more time. He saved you the trouble, and dipped his head down and kissed you hard.
You sighed instantly, fully gripping his shirt and dragging him in closer to you, pushing your body against his as you could feel him move towards you at the same time. You were exploding, you didnât know what to do with the rest of your body, and could only bring your other hand up to his bicep, where he then palmed your waist. He pulled back after a few seconds.
âFollow me,â His face was flushed, and when he turned around, you were very quick to follow. He maneuvered the two of you through the back room, where people still were congregating, but none of them paid much attention to the two of you. You passed by his other bandmates, and when he turned the corner, he pushed open a door, and ushered you inside. It was a bathroom. âThis is the best I can do right now.â
Instead of replying, you simply grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him in. The room was dark, you could tell from under your eyelids as you felt the heat of his face on yours again, and you were at least happy for that, you werenât too sure you wanted to see the state of the barâs bathroom at this moment.
His hands found solace again on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles, and fingers teasing along the waistband of your skirt. Leon pressed himself further into you, sandwiching you in between him and the wall, and the stark difference in temperature between the two caused another series of shivers to run up your body.
Leonâs mouth left your lips, now wet and slick with his saliva and yours, and traced them down the length of your jaw, along your neck, nipping at the tender skin, making you sigh and arch your back, increasing the contact of your bodies. Your hands dragged along his sturdy shoulders, reaching around and locking your arms behind his neck, holding him in as he worked your neck, and as his hands started to move. You kept breathily gasping as he bit underneath your jawline, fingertips caressing your jutting hip bone, dipping lower, causing ripples to erupt in your core.
He had positioned his hands now to take purchase on the hem of your skirt, full intentions of pulling it up, when he released his lips from your neck and his face was back in front of yours.Â
âSorry that this is all we have.â His voice was low, and you almost didn't hear it over the static of the bar music softly coming in through the speakers. âWe can wait if you want.â
His hand was still positioned on your clothing, and you didnât let go of him even a little bit. You could only look up, your head already touching the wall behind you. âWhereâs the thrill in that?â
Under his shadow, you saw his lips quirk up slightly, he breathed a laugh, and dove back in to kiss you. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging, hearing him groan at the sensation. The hand that was ready to hike your skirt up did just that, and his other was gripping your thigh, lifting it higher so he could slide himself right in between.Â
He made himself comfortable pressed against you, and you could feel his erection growing through his jeans, giving himself some sort of friction, and you pushed back, earning another groan through your still connected lips. You dropped one of your hands from his hair and traced down his bicep, and into the large hole of his shirt, relishing in every ridge that his ribcage and abdomen had to offer. His skin was so smooth, you knew you would never be able to get enough.
He backed away from the kiss briefly for another moment. âIf I never saw you that day you came inside, half naked⊠in my house looking like thatâŠâ He continued to grind himself into you as he spoke, earning noises from the both of you. âWho knows how long I would have to wait?â The hand on your thigh crept upward, leaving a wake of shivers in its path. His palm was flush to your bare skin, reaching the joint of your thigh and hip, and he squeezed the flesh of your hip, digging his thumb into the sweet spot, making you squirm. You clawed at his back, you didnât even care if it hurt him. You were sure it didnât.
Leon hovered his mouth over yours, not connecting, but enticing you, and you could only look up at him through a foggy gaze. His hair had now fallen back over his forehead, streaked with sweat, but you hardly minded the way it was touching yours, you wanted him closer. It was impossible how, through the shadow he cast from the light behind him, you could see his blue eyes so clearly, pupils blown, the way he was looking at you made you want to drop dead.
You couldnât wait any longer, you didnât even have words to say back to him, you just needed to show him what you thought, how you felt, you just needed him. Your hands came around the front of his body again, not losing contact the entire way, and grasped desperately at his belt, needing to pull out his girth, needing to have his cock in your hands, mouth, in you.
You gasped, trying to form words, but his presence was so dominating, you almost couldnât. âLeonâŠâ You breathed, and your fingers couldnât work the clasp fast enough. âLet meâŠâ Finally, it slid open, you pulled the two ends of the belt apart, and made quick work to free his dick from its constraints. Your knees buckled, and you started sliding down the wall.
As you were about to hit the ground, his hands hoisted you back up from under your arms, and you could have whined, the frustration growing, the time only growing in between you getting to have him in your mouth.
âNo, Iâm sorry,â He grunted as he pulled you up. He put both hands under your thighs, and you gasped as he suddenly picked you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck for balance. âYouâre not getting on this floor for me, weâll save that for another time.â
Another time. Fuck, just those words alone had you melting in his grasp, his strong hands and arms holding you up, walking you around the corner of the bathroom and shutting the two of you in a stall.
âBut, you already started this for me, so,â He had you pressed in between himself and the wall once again, one of his arms was still holding you up in the air, legs wrapped around his torso. He tried to separate himself as much as he could to pull his cock out, you reached down in between the two of you to help him, pulling the waistband forward so he could pull them down.
Your breath caught as he pulled it out, a solid, thick length, rock hard, and you were suddenly so mad he wouldnât let you suck it, because, fuck you would have sucked the life out of him at just the sight of his dick.Â
Once he was free, he stroked himself a couple of times, causing himself to moan, and shit, you almost did, too, and he went back to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up over your hips, exposing your small underwear. He eyed them for a moment, humming in acceptance, before sliding them sideways and exposing your aching pussy to the cool air. You, in contrast, were overheating in this bathroom, but now that you were free, it felt so nice, and it felt even better when he ran his fingers along the length, in between your folds, pressing into your clit to watch you squirm again under him.
You sighed loudly, moans slipping out with your breathing as his contact with your heat felt like heaven, your head leaned back and hit the wall, but you didnât care, you couldnât feel it, you felt nothing but Leonâs fingers right now.
âFuck, youâre so wet already,â He was breathing heavily, and you choked out a whimper when he slid one of his fingers in, and it wasnât stopped with any friction. You also couldnât believe how wet you were, but then again, you would jump hurdles to be able to suck his dick right here and now, so it must have gotten you worked up. âYou feel so good around me.â He mumbled, practically groaned out, sliding in a second finger with ease, the slick sounds becoming louder as he worked you open, and while it felt so good, you just needed him to fuck you already.
âLeonâŠâ You kept whining, unable to say anything else, mind fading, only wrapped around the feeling of him pleasuring you, fingering you, loosening you up for him. âPlease, LeonâŠâ You moved your hips, trying to signal to him to pull his fingers out, but he resisted, his hand following the movements of your hips, only going deeper, causing you to squeal when he went as far in as he could.
âStay still, take itâŠâ Now he pushed himself back against you, finding your lips again and kissing passionately, trapping his fingers inside you, and when you felt them move inside of you, you couldnât help but squirm against him. His tongue caressed your lips, the inside of your mouth, and your tongue as he was so entwined in kissing you and in fingering you to the edge, his other hand gripping relentlessly at your ass.
After what felt like forever, he backed away, strings of saliva connecting your mouths, his eyes darker than ever, and you, breathing heavily, working to regain composure. He slid his fingers out, a small hiss escaping your lips with the emptiness.
âFuck,â He sighed, and he looked back down in between you two. He adjusted his grip on your thigh and ass as he used his now free hand to line the tip of his cock up with your entrance, you felt a throb hit the core of your pussy at the mere sight, and you instinctively tightened when he teasingly dragged the tip along your lips, not giving you what he knew you wanted.
You sighed frustratingly, and couldnât help it but to reach down and wrap your own hand around his dick. The sudden contact made him gasp, but he caught your hand and prevented you from piloting the moment.
âJust relaxâŠâ You didnât need to look up to hear the smile painting his face, and as much as you wanted to protest, you knew he had the upper hand. This time. âYouâll get it, just be patient.â He drew a couple more lines into you, with your hand still trapped under his on his cock, which you could feel it throb every few seconds, and he finally pushed the tip into you.
You whimpered, whole body going slack, and you drew your hand back from his dick to find closure on his shoulder, steadying yourself as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. He had to stop every other second to collect himself as well, jaw tightened, hands gripping bruises into your hips and legs, a long, deep sigh once he was bottomed out.
He brought himself closer to you, relishing in the feeling of you being wrapped around him, unmoving, and he had his face in the crook of your neck, as if to ground himself from the feeling. Your body was shaking slightly, and you could barely breathe with his weight on top of you, but it all felt so good. His skin was slick, sweat coating anywhere that wasnât exposed to the air, and your hands drawing deep scratches into his shoulder blades.
âFuck, fuckâŠâ You felt Leonâs lips moving against your throat, and his breath was hot, you could tell he was desperate to move inside of you, but he was still. âYouâre so tight, godâŠâ His lips moved up to place gentle kisses along your jawline, and your head rolled to the side to give him more access. He stayed there for a second, teeth grazing your skin, and after a while you were ready for him to start moving.
You picked your head up and turned sideways, forcing him to look directly at you, wasting no time in reconnecting your lips, and, while continuing to kiss you, he slowly slid out, and pushed himself back in.
The both of you were glued to each other as he continued to thrust in and out, your hands gripping impossibly hard on his shoulders, thighs shaking, breaths choppy. His eyes never left your face, he was watching your expressions so closely, you had no control over whatever was happening to you, you could barely breathe, you were so focused on the feeling that Leon was delivering, you simply ceased to acknowledge the setting you both were in.
âGod, LeonâŠâ You choked out in between gasps, head hitting the wall over and over, trying to helplessly grind your hips into his when he thrust up, but you had no energy to move against him. He took the initiative, and every time he would plunge into you, he would stay there for a beat longer, and make sure your previously ignored clit was getting the friction it needed, which made you whine even louder.
His breaths were so heavy, spitting out âFuckâ, and âOh, shitâ, and âSo goodâ every few seconds, letting his train of thought loose as he let himself go, and lost control of the pace.
One of his hands let go of your thigh, and it landed along your chin, forcing your head down to look into his eyes. âHow does that feel, hm? So hard to move in you, so tight.â His voice was a broken mess, just breaths, essentially, but it was all you needed to spur you on.Â
You simply nodded, knowing the words were nowhere close to coming out right now. Even if you tried, it would be a mess of moans and gasps. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting that point to split you open, your pussy was endlessly wet, enough to fuel a whole round or two, and he let you know.
On another thrust, he pushed himself in and sat there for a moment, your moans spilling out without reserve, you both tensed as the unmistakable sound of the creaking door was heard.
Leon took his right hand, free from holding you up, and laced it over your mouth, silencing any sounds of pleasure that you had left in you.Â
You were both stiff, eyes wide, and he had his head swung in the direction of the noise. The footsteps approached the counter and turned the sink on. If they were to walk around the corner, they would see Leonâs legs under the door, and could have easily walked in, considering he didnât shut it all the way, it was just stopped by his body behind it.
He slowly turned his head back to face you, you couldnât move due to the weight of his hand, and you wanted to writhe under him so bad, feeling his cock throb still deep inside of you while you both were still. Tears were practically forming in your eyes.
He locked eyes with you, and without a sound, mouthed the words Be quiet.
He kept his hand clamped over your mouth, but he slowly adjusted your position so he could slide out of you at a snailâs pace. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to move, and you used all of your remaining energy to hold yourself together, being overcome by the pleasure while also staying conscious of the person who was still at the bathroom sink. You were glad there was still music playing outside in the bar, and the sink was still running, because if it were dead silent, they definitely would have been able to hear the wet sound of Leon pulling out, and fucking back in.Â
He held eye contact with you while he continued to do this, holding you so tightly to make sure nothing made any noise,and a devilish grin broke out onto his face. He was enjoying every second of this.Â
He was basically getting off on the idea of pushing you to your limit, forcing you to obey what he asked you to, even if it would benefit the both of you rather than just one. If Leon were shameless enough, he could have told them to fuck off, but instead, he held you here, silenced you, yet drove you to the fucking brink just to watch you fall apart. It made you want to cum right then and there.
After what felt like ten, twenty, thirty minutes (fifteen seconds), the sink shut off, a moment of silence, and the door creaked open again. Leon took his hand off your mouth and you both sighed deeply. While holding you still, Leon leaned back to look through the door to confirm you were alone once again.
âYou were barely holding it together, I thought we were going to get caught.â He said on another thrust into you, bringing your faces closer once again. You swallowed hard, instinctively choking back moans now.
âY-you⊠you were making it hardâŠâ Gasps, again, as Leon was determined to make everything he asked of you difficult.
He brought himself closer into you, and spoke lowly. âGood,â With swift moves, his free hand was around your throat, holding your head back, and he was relentlessly bouncing you up and down on his cock.
The pressure around your throat and the pressure building in your core at his movements was all overwhelming, your hands were cutting crescents into his bicep from your nails, but he hardly took notice, he was so busy moving the both of you as well as keeping an eye on your face to watch how you were responding to his movements, he was too preoccupied.
The slick sounds coming from your pussy were evidence that the situation was much more of a stimulant than you ever expected, and the sound alone brought you so close to the edge.
âI bet you loved almost getting caught.â He groaned out, his movements stuttering, and you knew he must be close as well. âI bet it was driving you crazy, having to shut up while I gave it to you. You took it so well.â Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, you wouldnât even be surprised if you were drooling at this point, Leon had all the power now.
âLeon,â You whispered, no energy for your full voice anymore. He understood.
âTake it, baby.â He thrust harder and harder, pressing you flat against the wall, the tip of his cock hitting all the deepest points. âIâm almost there, you feel so good.â
âFuck, Leon,â If you could grasp any harder against his arms, you just did. âFuck, Iâm so close.â
âYou got it, come on, cum for me.â He pressed his forehead into yours, grinding into you on the inward thrusts, making you fall apart in his arms. A few more thrusts, grinding a few more times, and a squeeze to your throat had you gasping in a silent scream around him, panting wildly letting your orgasm loose.Â
He fucked you all the way through it. âShit, that felt so good, fuck, Iâm gonna cum,â You watched him as he chased his own, sweat beads dripping down his face, his hair coated in it. His hips stuttered one more time, and as he released his seed into you, he buried his face into your neck, whimpering and biting again.Â
He pulled out of you, and it wasnât missed by either of you the way his cum dripped out of you and onto the floor. You cracked a small smile when you heard him breathe a laugh.
âIâm sure thatâs not the first time this bathroom has seen that.â He looked back up at you, breathing heavily, arms shaking from holding you up. You tapped his arms, hoping your legs were strong enough to stand on your own. He lowered you slowly, making sure you were stable before letting you go.
âI hope thatâs what you wanted. I might have gotten ahead of myself.â He was still standing in front of you, neither of you made moves to leave the stall. You leaned against the wall for support.
âI would have stopped you a long time ago if it wasnât, Leon.â He smiled down at you, breaths steadying out. He nodded his head.
âComing to the house any time soon?â
You laughed out loud this time. âIâm sleeping over this weekend.âÂ
He smiled wider at the sound of your laugh. He leaned in and kissed you again. âCanât wait.â
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I've seen a fair number of people interpret Rebecca Sugar's (and the Crew's) decision to put Ruby in a dress as subversive, and I want to discuss why that feels like a clear miss to me.
Every time--every single time--I've heard Rebecca Sugar talk about the queer relationships on this show, it comes with this expression of wholesomeness, and often glazed with a sheen of wistfulness, flavored something like "I needed this as a child and young person, and I didn't have it." Much of Rebecca Sugar's work to bring this wedding (and other unapologetic queer relationships) to the screen was framed as an emergency--as in, we HAVE to get this out there for those kids we used to be, because we know they're drowning.
Yes, it's funny sometimes when people make jokes about Sugar deliberately "adding more gay" or "making it gayer" as a big eff-you to the people who spoke against it, but that doesn't sit right from where I'm standing. It took so much strength (and resulted in so much battle damage) to fight that fight, yes. But from everything I can see from the interviews and conversations I've seen and read, this wasn't served up in a "ha-HA, take THAT!" kind of way. These characters having these kinds of relationships should have been a non-issue, and the fact that their very wholesome kids'-show wedding and very sweet kiss and very adorable love for each other was seen as Political when it should have been just two characters in love is so sad to me.
I've seen dozens of people suggest that Ruby is in a dress and Sapphire is in a suit "to fuck with the bigoted censors in other countries" or "to give the finger to gender roles," but again, I think it is simpler and sweeter than that. Rebecca's said that Ruby in a dress is how she feels in a dress. Celebration and exploration of feminine-coded stuff felt wrong to Rebecca for a long time, like it wasn't hers, because she wasn't really a woman and didn't want it forced on her. As a result she was robbed of all the beauty that should have been a non-issue, from what TV shows and toys she was supposed to enjoy as a kid to what kind of person she was supposed to marry and what she should wear as an adult.
Ruby never got a choice about how she looked really. Once she got to choose her presentation for a significant event, this is what she chose. It means so much more to see that than to construct it primarily as a reactionary measure, as if it would somehow foil the sinister censors in more homophobic countries (who, incidentally, are not therefore forced to show Ruby in a dress even though they tried to hide that Ruby was a "she" or that she was in a romantic relationship with another "she"; y'all, they just don't show the episode).
We see plenty of other examples of gender-role-related expectations being casually stepped on and squashed, like when they took the trouble to give traditionally masculine and traditionally feminine "clothes" to some watermelons to make the audience think there was a husband and wife watermelon only to have the wife be the warrior and the husband stay home with the child. With stuff like that, yeah, sure, maybe it's designed to make you think "oh isn't that very feminist of them!" Or maybe it's more "well why do I see this as a 'reversal' when it's just a thing that happened?" This show is full of ladyish beings who fight and have power. And as for Steven. . . .
Nobody has negative reactions onscreen (or even particularly confused reactions) when Steven wears traditionally feminine clothes, and it is (of course) also not presented as a "boy in a dress gag"--it's not supposed to be funny. When they go all in slathering Steven in literal princess tropes throughout the final act of Season 5, we understand that it's because the powerful Diamonds expect him to be Pink Diamond, not because the show is trying to girlify him or embarrass him or even make the audience think positive thoughts about boys in girls' clothes. It's more neutral than that in my interpretation: "these are literally just pieces of cloth, and while some of them have meaning, they don't inherently have a gender." I don't see this as transgressive. It's just in a world where putting on what you want to wear doesn't HAVE to be a political statement. (Though obviously it CAN be, and plenty of people wear a variety of clothes as a fuck-you to whoever they want to give the finger to. I just don't see that as happening here.)
Don't get me wrong; Rebecca Sugar certainly knew about the politics (intimately) and has lived at many of their intersections. She was not ignorant of how queer people are seen in this world. She was silenced as a bisexual person because her identity supposedly didn't matter if she was with a man and planned to be with that same man forever. She was shunted into "omg a woman did this!" categories over and over again, which she wore uneasily as a nonbinary person while accepting that part of who we are is how the world sees us. But what is it like if everything someone like her embraces is seen as a statement synonymous with "fuck you" to someone else?
She is married to a person who happens to be a man and happens to be Black. Her relationship isn't a "statement" about either of those aspects of his existence; her love is simply something that is. She is Jewish working in a society that's largely Christian. Her cultural perspective to NOT center her cartoon around Christian holidays and Christian morals; her choices to make an alternate world in this specific way is simply something that is. Her queer perspective as a nonbinary bisexual person has helped inform the Gems' radical philosophy of "what if we learned to explore and define ourselves instead of doing the 'jobs' we're assigned and being told it's our nature?" Her decision to include queer people in a broadly queer cartoon isn't designed PRIMARILY as a battle against baddies, or to drown out all the relentless straightness, or to deliciously get our queer little paws all over their kids' TV. It's an act of love.
So this is just to say that though I DO understand that sometimes subversion and intentional transgression are very necessary, I do not think that's the HEART of what's going on at this Gem wedding. We got a wholesome marriage scene between two of the most lovely little flawed-but-still-somehow-perfect characters, and I very much want to see their choices as being about them. About how Ruby feels in a dress. About how Sapphire feels about not having to always wear a dress. About them incorporating a symbol of their union into their separate lives so they can have some independence in their togetherness. About them celebrating their love by letting Steven wipe his schmaltz all over them.
There are many choices in the show that ARE carefully constructed to counter existing narratives, you know, giving the Crystal Gems' only boy all the healing, pink, flower imagery; having a single-sex species that's ladyish with all the members going by "she"; featuring many nurturing male characters who cry and cook and raise kids without mothers; pairing multiple fighty ladies with gentler guys; and importantly, intentionally loading up the show with stories, characters, and imagery any gender will find appealing despite being tasked with expectations to pander to the preteen boy demographic.
But it's very important to me that the inclusion of queer characters and the featuring of their choices be seen primarily as a loving act, and way way less of a "lol screw the bigots." I want our stories to be about us. Yes, I know it's a necessary evil that sometimes our stories are also about fighting Them. But every time I see someone say they put Ruby in the dress to "piss off the homophobes" or "stump the censors" I feel a little gross. Like the time I picked out an outfit I loved and my mom said I only dressed in such an obnoxious way to upset her, and I was baffled because my aesthetic choices, my opinions, my choices had nothing to do with her. Yet they were framed like I chose these clothes primarily to cause some kind of petty harm to her, when not only was it not true but I was not even that kind of person who would gloat over intentionally irritating someone.
The queerness of this show isn't a sneaky, underhanded act trying above all to upset a bigot or celebrate someone's homophobic fury. It lives for itself. Its existence is about itself. It's so we can see ourselves in a show, and it's so people who aren't queer or don't have those experiences can see that we exist, we participate, we want very similar things, and definitely are focusing way more about celebrating our love at our own weddings rather than relishing the thought of bigots tearing their hair out and hating us.
It's dangerous to turn every act of our love into a deliberate movement in a battle strategy when their weddings just get to be weddings.
I think thereâs this idea that that [queer characters] is something that applies or should be only discussed with adults that is completely wrong. And I think when you realize that talking to kids about heteronormativity is just like air that you breathe all the time, itâs kind of amazing that that is not true in any other capacity. I think if you wait to tell kids, to tell queer youth that it matters how they feel or that they are even a person, then itâs going to be too late! You have to talk about itâyou have to let it be what it gets to be for everyone. I mean, like, I think about, a lot of times I think about sort of fairy tales and Disney movies and the way that love is something that is ALWAYS discussed with children. And I think also thereâs this idea thatâs like, oh, we should represent, you know, queer characters that are adults, because there are adults that are queer, and you should know thatâs something that is happening in the adult world, but thatâs not how those films or those stories are told to children. Youâre told that YOU should dream about love, about this fulfilling love that YOUâRE going to have. [âŠ] The Prince and Snow White are not like someoneâs PARENTS. Theyâre something you want to be, that you are sort of dreaming of a future where you will find happiness. Why shouldnât everyone have that? Itâs really absurd to think that everyone shouldnât get to have that! --Rebecca Sugar
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moments with the sbg characters that made one of you wonder â is there more between you two?
⥠ⶠfeaturing: the main 6 from school bus graveyard
notice board: gn!reader as always, logan is ooc, so is aiden lowk, this is not my best work (đ), not proof read, mentions of food in logan taylor n tyler's part, the occasional swear word
⥠ⶠword count: im just a girl
àšà§ ASHLYN BANNER
you two were killing time before ashlyn's ballet lesson, although her mom was nowhere to be found. "shit, I need to do my hair" ashlyn muttered, returning to her room where you were scrolling through instagram. peeking behind the pillow you were rested against, a light bulb formed.
"I'll just do your hair, what could go wrong?" to be fair, you've had a fair amount of experience doing hair, and considering how long ashlyn's was, it'd either be a dream or nightmare to style. for your sake, let's say it was the former.
so that's how ashlyn landed sitting in front of you, sat between your legs as you attempted to replicate the hairstyle you'd seen ashlyns mom do so many times before. "thanks for doing this" she spoke up, her limbs felt frozen. she's very in tune with her emotions, but this one she couldn't figure out. why was she so nervous around you suddenly? it's not like this is anything new or out of her comfort zone. it's her hair, it's constantly being done by other people.
"it's no problem, you know im always there for you, right?" you stated, not thinking much of it, but ashlyns brain was put in overdrive. she tried rationalizing it, you were attractive. normal people are usually nervous and flustered around attractive people. yeah. that's exactly it. by the time you finished doing her hair, ashlyn had two explanations for what she was feeling. either she was just flustered by your kindness or she was flustered by you.
the last smile you sent her way answered which one it was as she entered ballet class with one question in mind, how?
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àšà§ AIDEN CLARK
"let's go to the fair" replayed in your mind as aiden clark dragged you to the brightly colored festivities. he had asked you at 6pm, when you had already decided to eat dinner and play games on your phone for the rest of the day. you trudged along, squeezing your eyes shut to adjust to the harsh lights.
your sordid mindset about the fair quickly changed in the face of the countless plushies and games to be won. sure, they were rigged, but who cares? you were getting ready to play your 4th game of the night when you felt a tug on your sleeve.
"let's go on that ride" aiden's eyes sparkled and had a shine brighter than any of the nauseating fair lights as he pointed to the biggest ride in the damn park. honestly, you should've known this was going to happen... it was only a matter of time
"aiden, no-" you paused, wondering how the hell you were going to talk aiden out of a premature death by rollercoaster. oddly enough, you didn't have to. aiden dropped your sleeve as he returned to helping you with whatever game you wanted to play, a smile dawning his face like always.
this cycle continued for the rest of the night, aiden trying to drag you to the insanely large rides, you declining in favor of something tamer or, even better, something that wasn't a ride at all. by the end of it you had managed to evade every death defying ride available. "well that was fun!" aiden said, looking up at the sky as the two of you headed home. your reply was laced with confusion, "even if you didn't get to ride those things from hell?" masked as a joke, it didn't take a genius to know that it was odd for aiden to listen to others so easily.
"who cares about some ride?" he said, kicking a rock that had come across his path, "I didn't go to the fair for the rides, I went there to hang out with you" the gesture was sudden, and you avoided looking at him due to the sudden nature.
"what the hell is wrong with you..." aiden only grinned further at your meager attempt at an insult "I'm great, what do you mean?"
àšà§ BEN CLARK
ben had recently broken his earbuds. it wasn't news to him, they were old but even with the damage it was still usable. soon enough, the daily annoyances that came with using anything broken got to him. today especially, as his earbuds were officially rendered useless and his mood turned sour.
as luck would have it, today was a free work day in class (aka do whatever the hell you want). while his other classmates chatted away, he was taking a nap. at least, he was. a post-it note hit his desk, and he quickly recognized your handwriting. 'you look like you've been in an off mood lately, so I got you a gift!' he failed to register just what the hell you meant until a brand new set of earbuds appeared in front of him.
looking up, he found you beaming down at him. he pulled out a pen, his mind running as he attempted to analyze what this could mean. you took a seat in the desk next to his and watched intently as ben unwrapped and got a feel for the new earbuds. they were nice quality, similar to his old ones but worlds better. it had been a well thought out, attentive, and all in all considerate gift. the more he registered what was happening the quicker his heart paced. he scribbled on the same post-it you had handed to him.
'thanks, i appreciate it'
àšà§ TAYLOR HERNANDEZ
you were exhausted, working at your family business had driven you insane and constantly picking up calls to be met with bitter temperament surely wasn't helping. you had just finished up a rather mundane task, and were ready to enjoy the few minutes of rest as you pulled out a book. unfortunately, the business phone rang. you groaned, dealing with people who couldn't even hear you properly through the ancient box that was the business phone was not your thing. you let the phone ring for a bit before answering, quickly going through the "how may I help you" line you've repeated countless times today.
"it's taylor hernandez, is Y/N working today?" the bright voice chirped, and you bit back a smile "this is Y/N, what do you need tay?" you leaned back in your chair.
"oh that's great! take a look outside" taylor abruptly hung up, leaving you confused as you glanced through the windows. there, in all her glory, was taylor holding a bag of your favorite food place. you knew she was working at her mechanics shop that day, so why would she go out of her way to spend her lunch break (and money) on you? the questions were left unanswered as taylor walked in, beaming and graciously handing you the bag.
a quick glance and you recognized it, your exact order from this place. you never recalled telling taylor what your regular order was, but you didn't have the opportunity to ask questions as she was gone as quickly as she came. your relatives and the regulars quickly swarmed you with questions. namely "is that your girlfriend?" obviously, you had denied all the allegations, but you couldn't ignore the part of your brain that wanted to tell them that you two were dating.
àšà§ TYLER HERNANDEZ
you and tyler weren't close, but the two of you were tasked with a quick snack run since the seven of you had emptied the kitchen in aidens house. it was comfortable silence, and you briskly walked to the nearby convenience store, hands in your pockets to ensure you wouldn't lose the precious money given to you. all was going as expected, idle chat filling the physical space between you two until tyler slowed his pace.
he grabbed your arm, his hold gentle and his eyes directed away from you, as he moved behind and next to you. now, he was walking next to the bustling traffic and you were trailing behind, dazed and confused.
"what are you doing? hurry up before aiden starts texting me complaints" tyler called back, clearing his throat and covering a part of his face. if you looked closely enough, you could see a dark red hue resting on his ears.
"right, sorry" you mutter in apology before going on to talk about which candies to get. a part of your brain didn't move on from the event that had occurred though, and the fluttering feeling you felt only confirmed things further; you fucked around and found out (caught feelings).
àšà§ LOGAN FIELDS
the two of you had decided to a bit of research on possible explanations and something logical behind the phantom realm you'd found yourself in. countless websites had been pulled up, and a quick trip to the library had proven fruitless, ending up with the two of you getting some food to raise your spirits.
as you nibbled away at your cookie, you scribbled nonsensically. "find something?" logan asked, joining you on his bedroom floor. "yeah, a really bad drawing of a phantom" you said, ripping the page out of your notepad and passing it to him. you sighed, ruffling your hair as your brain reached mental capacity.
mindlessly brushing off any possible cookie crumbs from your face, you redirected your attention to the only website that has given much of any information about your situation. it was bleak, but it was better than nothing. "you missed something" logan pointed out, and your eyes darted through the website, hoping for some new discovery. you were only met with his smile as he reached his hand up to brush away the crumbs you had missed in your haste.
"... oh" you said, swatting away his hand as he laughed, both of you having pink hues that were blissfully dismissed. after all, you two were just friends. but it was odd, how that moment had led to you both being clumsy in the midst of the groups midnight adventures, and how everyone had noticed how the air shifted between you two.
writers note: referenced red's Instagram stories for ashlyns bit and it helped a ton đ some of these have happened to me irl but I had to change things up a bit to keep it interesting đ· hopefully it turned out good enough tho, I got carried away with aiden's bit. i dedicated my entire soul into this Tumblr algorithm do me a favor and my life is yours
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han taesan ; back 2 u (part four)
you canât help but find yourself coming back to taesan everytime
this is part four of my series, back 2 u! read the previous part here!
fuckboy!taesan x fem!reader, college au
...featuring! BFFS jaehyun + woonhak, fuckboy leehan (AND he's taesan's roommate), and lovely roomies sungho + riwoo <3
word count: 11.1k (EXTRA special ty to my beloved @serejae for beta reading for me T_T)
warnings: Â ANGST,,,, cursing, one kms joke, gongfourz fboy activities, woonhak is a little lost, alcohol/weed usage (reader smokes and drinks one (1) single beer), shotgunning (smoke), insecurity + overthinking, toxic relationship behaviors, mentions of other idols as side characters :P (newjeans minji, gidle minnie, enha heeseung, zb1 matthew)
a/n: apologies for disappearing off the face of the earth .... but wanted to mention that i joined @onedoornet !!! ^_^ plsplspls go support and check out everyone else in this lovely network hueheuhe <3
reblogs âș + feedback always appreciated!
A mess consisting of scrap paper, pens, and various scribbled notes from the lecture was currently occupying the entire span of your desk. You were supposed to be studying for an exam you had in a couple days, but you were currently sprawled out in the comfort of your bed as you scrolled mindlessly through Twitter.Â
[Instagram] the_myungjaeee sent a post by kminji04! the_myungjaeee: LOL look at woonhak dancing in the 3rd slide
Opening Instagram, youâre faced with what looks like a photo dump from a girl who goes to your university. It was recently posted, the caption reading âlate night findsâ. Swiping to see the video Jaehyun was referring to, you cover your mouth to stifle your laughter at seeing one of your best friends dancing horribly in a parking lot, laughter coming from the background of the clip.Â
Out of habit, you find yourself scrolling through the rest of the postâs contents, finding various pictures of what you assume to be the girlâs friend group, neatly-arranged drinks in a cafe, pretty skies from places you recognize around campus. You donât think much of the post until a particular picture catches your eye.Â
To anyone else, it just looked like your typical soft-launch type post. There was no account tagged, but youâve seen enough of the relationship-esque genre of pictures to recognize them when you see one. A set of masculine hands doodling hearts on the condensation of the driverâs seat window. The quality of the photo isnât great, clearly being taken late at night, but the head thatâs half cropped out of the photo is one you recognize all too well. The bleached blonde streaks towards the nape of the manâs neck confirms the suspicion brewing in your gut: Itâs Taesan. You donât really want to think too hard about why the inside of the car is fogging up the windows like that, or why itâs a heart heâs drawing, out of all things, because you know itâll only hurt your feelings even more.Â
Curiosity gets the best of you as you tap on the user who posted the image. kminji04. Kim Minji. Youâre glad the profile was public in the first place, but maybe it wasnât something you should be thankful for. You shouldnât be diving head-first into this rabbit hole. But what you donât know canât hurt you, surely.Â
You ignore your brainâs attempt at protecting you as you examine the profile further. Having your fair share of experience when it came to social media digging, it was easy to get an idea about who Kim Minji was. Her feed reflects the same feeling you got from the first post you sawâ She seemed to take a liking to posting a variety of pictures that revealed different slices of her life. Looked to be an English major, and in the same year as you. She was undeniably stunning, model-like, even. Asides from Woonhak, you didnât share many mutuals. You shouldnât be looking too deep into this. You wouldnât get anything good out of doing so.
You kept going. In her highlights, you didnât notice anything too out of the ordinary. That is, until you got to one in particular, labeled only with a heart. Two weeks ago, a scenic view by the water. After that, two iced coffees are neatly placed side by side in a cute cafe, followed by other food-related pictures of the same nature. Clicking through the slides, you were about to write it off as just another compilation of aesthetic stills-- Except you see a familiar jacket appear in the background of one of the stories. The same jacket that currently resides in your closet. The same jacket Han Taesan wrapped around you before he kissed you for the first time.Â
Putting together the pieces, you quickly realize the entire highlight showcased various dates they went on. You never got the chance to exchange anything besides a brief kiss and your number, but it was easy to find Taesan in both her followers and following. It was more than enough evidence for you to assume that it was Kim Minji he was talking to in the library. The one he called baby. He probably wore that jacket with her in the days leading up to the party. You think itâs dumb the way your heart hurts at the understanding; youâre unsure of why you yearn so badly for someone youâd only recently met, but maybe thatâs why he built up such a reputation in the first place.Â
[Instagram] the_myungjaeee: ok leave me on seen do u want me to kms
The notification on the top of your screen pulls you out of your thoughts. Rather than replying, you decide to open your messages, looking for one group chat in particular.Â
to: âwoonhakâs babysittersâ! can i see u guys tmr :(Â
The responses are instantaneous, and youâre happy to see that your friends are still awakeâ probably procrastinating their assignments as well.Â
woonhakâs babysitters Jaehyun: OKAY NOW U TEXT THE GC INSTEAD OF REPLYING ON INSTAGRAM You: girl are u free or not Woonhak: yes letâs hang out Woonhak: but wats with the :( why are we :( y/n Jaehyun: bro ik u have my schedule memorizedâŠ. you KNOW iâm free Jaehyun: don't forget we literally operate under the assumption that we are going to see each other everyday đ Jaehyun: but ^^ is something wrong did something happen You: not really but i need to debrief again⊠đ Woonhak: mystery man? You: âŠâŠ.maybe đđđ meet at our usual cafe @ 3? Jaehyun: not u using us as love counselors againâŠ. whatâs in it for us đ€ You: iâll pay Jaehyun: đđđ SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW đŻLOVE YOU! đ
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âItâs crazy how things taste better when you arenât the one who paid for them!â Jaehyun stirs the iced coffee in his hand with the straw, grinning ear to ear.
âYeah, whatever, I knew you would still show up even if I didnât bribe you with free food.â You roll your eyes at the boy next to you, who is clearly enjoying the drink you just bought for him. âHow can you tell if a guy is flirting with you?â
âYouâre just going to drop a bomb on us like that?â Jaehyun lightheartedly criticizes. The teasing never seemed to stop when it came to talking about your love life, but you were glad to know they would always lend you an ear if you needed one. âCan you give us another hypothetical scenario for context?âÂ
âYou remember how I texted that guy about his overdue book? Well, he showed up while I was working on Tuesday,â They nod, listening intently as they periodically take small sips from their straws. âHeâs always calling me pet names, like things my boyfriend should be saying... He even noticed I did my makeup differently that day too!âÂ
âIâm almost certain he likes you if heâs complimenting you like that all the time,â Woonhak affirms. âHeâs definitely trying to woo you over with that sort of act.â
âYeah, I donât think Iâd be so bold with calling a girl those names if I wasnât at least somewhat into her. Did you ask him to hang out after your shift was over?â
âI mean, I tried to. He stepped away to answer his phone, and it sounded like he was talking to a girl. At least, I think he was.â Youâre fairly certain that you were right, but maybe it was safer not to jump to conclusions.Â
âWhat makes you think that?â
âHe kept talking about how he was almost done and that heâd be coming over soon⊠And he called them baby.â Who else would he call âbabyâ if not another girl? Talking about it out loud brings back all the conspiracies going through your head when youâd stalked Minjiâs profile before bed.Â
âWow, what kind of man would call someone that after blatantly flirting with you? I was almost rooting for him until you said that, you know.â Woonhak looks disappointed as he picks up a strawberry off the plate on the table and pops it into his mouth.Â
The conversation goes dull for a moment, sounds from neighboring tables filling the silence at the table. âWoonhak, how do you know Kim Minji?â You pry, deciding not to dance around the question that could give you the answers you were desperately searching for.
âMinji? She helped me write some papers for English 301,â Heâs taken aback by the direct question, but he answers quickly regardless. âSheâs really nice though! I was hanging out with her and a bunch of other people the other week.â
âWoonhakie, what was that video she posted of you?â Jaehyunâs laugh rings throughout your corner of the cafe as he recalls the post he sent you last night. âYou looked so funny dancing like that!âÂ
âAh, is that what weâre talking about? Yeah, I lost a bet and I had to dance to a random song for three whole minutes. l didnât think sheâd post that though⊠Why do you ask?â
â...Is she dating anyone?â You shyly ask.
âWhat, are you interested? I have her number if you want it-â
âSheâs pretty, but thatâs not really what Iâm trying to get at here,â You take a moment to think about how youâre going to go about this conversation. Might as well just rip off the bandaid. âIs she dating Han Dongmin?â
âDongmin? I donât know anyone named Dongmin.â
âMm, Taesan?â You correct yourself by addressing him by his nickname.Â
âOh, that guy with the weird hair? I mean, he was with us a couple times,â Woonhak scratches the back of his head, trying to recall the events of the night. âBut I donât think theyâre together. Not officially, at least.â
âI thought the contact I saw on your phone said Han Dongmin, though. Is he Han Taesan?â Jaehyun recollects the last time you went to them for advice.Â
Catâs out of the bag now. âWould you get mad at me if I said yes?â The laugh you let out is dry as you watch the condensation drip down the side of your cup.Â
âWhatâs so bad about Taesan hyung?â Woonhak innocently asks, clearly lost.
âWoonhak, you know who he is right?â Jaehyun seems shocked as he seeks for confirmation.
âDuh, didnât I just say he was out with my friends and I? I mean, who else has hair like that? Iâm sure weâre talking about the same guy.â
âI donât think you should keep talking to him, Y/N.â Jaehyunâs voice is stern from his place next to you.Â
âOh, you like Taesan Y/N?â Woonhak seems to finally grasp the situation. âYou shouldâve told me sooner! Iâve only met him a couple of times, but I could always invite you if I know heâs coming out with us! But then again⊠I only really see him when Minji is there.â Oh. He only shows up when Minji is there. Everything seems to make a bit more sense now.Â
âHey, am I even in this conversation?â Jaehyun whines, smacking the table with the palms of his hands. âI donât like him for you, Y/N.âÂ
âOooh⊠Are you jealous?â Woonhak wiggles his eyebrows at your best friend, who is clearly upset with the newly revealed identity of the main character in your dilemma.Â
âDude, I donât even know why youâd say that. You know Y/N and I arenât like that.â Heâs glaring at the younger boy across from him, but his eyes soften when they turn back to you. âI just donât want you to get hurt.â
âIf heâs dating Minji, then I guess thereâs no reason for me to be talking to him anymore.â Your throat feels dry. You take a sip from your drink, which was untouched for the past ten minutes.Â
âYouâve never heard anything about Taesan then, Woonhak?â The boy in question shakes his head no, waiting for an explanation. âHan Taesan; music major famous for his rager parties and picking up girls anywhere he canâ If anything, Iâm more surprised you havenât heard any word of him just by being on campus.âÂ
âOkay, so he throws dope parties and is popular with girls. So what? Donât act like you didnât have girls from different classes lining up for you back in high school.â
âThatâs not the same as what Iâm trying to get at. Han Taesan goes through girls like theyâre nothing. And this is our sweet Y/N weâre talking about hereâ Do you want her with a guy like him?â At this point, Jaehyunâs visibly frustrated with his naivety.Â
You place your hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. âOh, heâs like that? He just seems so⊠Normal?â Woonhak comments, seemingly in disbelief, that Jaehyunâs version of Han Taesan is the same as his.
âYeah, I thought that too.â Your voice trails off. You wanted to smack your past self for thinking everything everyone said about Taesan wasnât true. That they were just baseless rumors.Â
âSorry, Y/N. If Taesan is really that kind of person, I donât want him with you either. Plus, Minji was practically all over him that one time so maybe they actually are a thing-â
âNot the best thing to say right now, bro.â Woonhak shrinks in his seat, shutting himself up by taking a bite of the pastry he had in front of him. âSo do you have feelings for him, Y/N? Didnât you meet like, two weeks ago?â You nod, ashamed to admit the way you feel about someone who only came into your life recently. Sure, youâve had similar crush upbringings in the past, but this felt different than your previous temporary infatuations. âI donât think itâll be easy, but I think you should take a couple steps back when it comes to a guy like him.âÂ
âNormally I wouldnât be one to butt in so heavily when it comes to the guys you like, but I seriously have a bad feeling about him now.â Woonhak frowns, feeling like he lost his previous appetite. Â
âHell, if heâs getting all up close and personal with another girl and then telling you to kiss him the next time youâre at his place, it sounds like he only wants one thing from you. Youâre just going to end as another one of his hook-ups.â You gnaw on the plastic straw in your cup as Jaehyun goes on.Â
Just another one of his hook-ups. And with how well-known Taesan was around campus, people would find out who you were sooner or later. Maybe it wouldnât be too bad. At the very least, you could probably see him more often if you were friends with benefitsâ What the hell are you saying?
âDonât even think about it.â Almost as if reading your mind, Jaehyun raises his voice at you. Youâre startled at his tone, flinching a bit in your chair. âFuck, sorry. You donât deserve to be discarded like one of his one night stands, is all Iâm saying.âÂ
âI second that,â Woonhakâs equally as upset as Jaehyun now. âMan, screw this Han Taesan⊠Han Dongmin⊠Whoever he is. Literally any other guy would be better for you.âÂ
âI figured youâd react like this if I told you it was him from the beginning.â You tuck your hair behind your ear, chuckling at your friendsâ concern. âWas it so wrong for wanting to see if he isnât the bad guy that everyone makes him out to be?âÂ
â...I guess not, but if you knew he was a shit person, why even bother trying in the first place?â Jaehyun looks at you with genuine confusion written all over his face.Â
âDunno. I just thought Iâd be interesting enough for him to want something more with me.â Maybe if you were prettier, or more popular. Maybe just then, thatâd be enough for Han Taesan to change his ways.Â
âI wish you saw yourself the same way we see you, Y/N.â
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Itâs been a few days since you broke down the situation properly with Jaehyun and Woonhak in the cafe. Even if whatever you had between you and Taesan was close to nothing, itâs hard to deny that it hurt a bit to think that your story ended so fast. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât want things to end up like this. Rather than dwelling too hard on what couldâve been, you focused all your energy on cramming for the test you needed to study for.Â
Despite that, you still found yourself wishing the two of you could run into each other, just once more. When you leave the elective class you share with Sungho, you scan around the building in hopes of getting a glimpse of Taesanâs hair in the hallways. When the library doors slide open, you canât stop yourself from looking up from your monitor just in case heâs come to return his book. If Jaehyun knew you still had him on your mind after his scolding, heâd be furious.Â
Unlocking the door to your shared apartment, you melt into the couch after another session of tutoring Woonhak after heâd desperately begged you to save him from failing his math class. The agreement was that he would pay for your lunch for an entire week in exchange for your helpâ You wouldâve helped him regardless, but you wanted to see how desperate he would get for a tutor.
âLong day?â Minnie, your roommate, and friend from high school, greets you from her place in the kitchen.Â
âYeah, Woonhak is impossible to teach sometimes. He gets distracted every five minutes, I swear.â You complain as you run your hands through your hair.
âAw, that sounds like him. Howâs he doing?â The girl rests her head in her hand as she leans onto the kitchen island, looking over at you.Â
âGood, aside from the fact that he currently has a 64 in math.â You chuckle, closing your eyes as you lean back into the plush pillows.
Minnie snorts, moving to open the fridge and bending down to find a drink. âWant something?âÂ
You pry one of your eyes open to see the girl waiting for your response by the refrigerator door. âWhy not? Iâm gonna need something to take away all the stress of trying to get Woonhak to understand how derivatives work,â Minnie smiles at you as she grabs two cans, bringing them to the living room and handing you one.
âBeer? Gross.â The drink feels cool in your hand as you look at the label. âItâs all we have, unless you want to go buy something different yourself,â She cracks the can open and takes a gulp, groaning at the carbonation.
You pout at her, but you open your drink and take a sip yourself regardless. âYou wouldnât want to come with me?âÂ
âNope, Iâm all showered and comfy already. Youâd catch me dead before you see me leaving the apartment at this time.â You laugh as you stretch your arms into the air before they fall at your side comfortably. âYou arenât going to shower yet?âÂ
âHey, itâs a Friday night. A girl canât relax in her living room anymore?âÂ
âYeah, a Friday night you spent three hours hunched up in those old study rooms again.â She props her legs up on the coffee table from her seat next to you, scrolling on her phone. âWhen was the last time you went out? You gotta take me with you next time.â
Taesanâs party. You werenât one to go out too often, and you werenât sure about the next time you would given the way your last outing ended. âThree weeks ago? I donât remember.â You bluff; practically every detail from that night and the days that followed it were etched into your memory.Â
Placing your can down on the table, you get up. âIâm gonna wash up, Iâll be back.â Minnie hums at you as she looks up briefly from what she was watching. You picked up the bag that youâd haphazardly thrown on the floor when you first got back and made your way to your room. Opening your drawers, you sort through your sleepwear, looking for one of your sweatshirts. On the bed, you hear your phone vibrating against the comforter.Â
âUgh, no way Woonhak has another question. He said he didnât need my help anymore.â Taking off your clothes from the day and throwing on your hoodie and shorts, you move closer to look at whoâs calling you.
Incoming call from âHan Dongminâ!
Just when you thought you werenât going to hear from him again. What could he be possibly calling you for? If anything, you wouldâve thought heâd be throwing another party. Or maybe he dialed the wrong person? You let it ring twice more before picking it up.Â
âHello?â You curse silently at the way your voice shakes when you speak.Â
Thereâs laughter coming from the other end, alongside muffled voices. Is this some sort of prank? Youâre about to hang up when you donât get an immediate response. âY/N? Hi.â Itâs been a while since you heard him.Â
âTaesan? Why are you calling me?â
âNot the name I want to hear from you, angel.â You let out an annoyed laugh, sitting on the edge of your bed. He has the nerve to talk to you as if he didnât ghost you for the past two weeks. âHavenât heard your sweet voice in a while. I guess I miss talking to you.â
âDongmin, whatâs this about?â You feel your heartbeat speed up, much to your disappointment. Curse him for having you wrapped around his finger still even when you thought you were getting over him.Â
âThereâs my girl,â He chuckles into the mic. âYou busy?â Youâre taken aback at his words. His girl.Â
âFuck off, donât call me again.â âŠIs what you want to say, but your cheeks heat up against your will. You feel your composure falling apart at the mere sound of his voice. â...No. I just got home.âÂ
âCome over then.â Now, it really feels like a setup. You knew there were other people with him; he could have you on speaker for all you know. Heâs probably trying to show off how easy it is to call a girl over at midnight. â...Only if you want to. Itâs only me and a couple of other people here.âÂ
âLike who?â
âLeehan, of course. And some of my friends, Matthew, Heeseung, Minji.â His voice hushes into a whisper as he continues his thought. âTo be honest, thereâs a few more people here, but I canât remember their names right now.â He giggles at his confession. Itâs uncharacteristically cuteâ youâve never heard him laugh like that before.Â
Kim Minji. Another name youâd temporarily erased from your mind. âWhoâre you talking to?â Itâs Leehan; he sounds like heâs a couple feet away from Taesan, but you can tell itâs him by his voice.
Youâre silent as you wait to hear what he says in response. Surely he wouldnât admit to talking to another girl in front of his girlfriend. But then again, maybe he didnât care to be cautious when it came to things like this. âY/N, duh. You wanna talk to her?â
âAh, I donât really think you need to-â You get out, not seeing the point in talking to his roommate at this point of time, but ultimately getting cut off by Leehan taking the phone.Â
âHey, Y/N. Long time no see, yeah?â His baritone tone shocks you, sounding much deeper now that heâs properly speaking into the phone. âOur sweet Taesan over here was hogging the joint while he was chatting you up, so I hope you understand why I had to pull you away for a sec there.â Ah. Heâs high.Â
âOh, sorry. I didnât know,â You fiddle with the string of your hoodie as you apologize, even if there isnât anything for you to be sorry for. âIâm going to hang up now, just tell Dongmin Iâm going to sleep or something.â
âWoah, hold up. Your Dongmin called you for a reason. Youâre free to come over, you know. You donât need to smoke with us, itâs cool.â There are more voices in the background, but the phone struggles to pick up the noise. âWho am I to stop a pretty lady like yourself from coming to our house again?â You can hear him smile as he talks.Â
If Jaehyun would be mad if he found out you were just thinking about Han Taesan, heâd be livid if he knew you were seriously considering taking up the offer. Rustling comes from the other end, and you assume itâs Taesan getting his phone back.
âHey, donât try and take whatâs mine, Leehan.â There he was again, calling you his. At this point, the title seemed rather fitting with the way youâre still on call, even after your friends warned you about the man you were speaking to.
âIâd love to see you again, Y/N.â Your name rolling off his lips sounds foreign, especially when heâs been known to exclusively call you pet names. âDoorâs unlocked if you show up. Donât keep me waiting too long, yeah?âÂ
Thereâs a small beep as he ends the call, giving you no chance to keep the conversation going. You fall back onto your bed, groaning out loud. âAre you okay?â You hear your roommate ask you from down the hallway.Â
âYeah, Iâm good!â Not really, though. Youâre upset at how quickly you decided to get ready to leave the apartment nstead of getting ready for bed like you initially intended to. Standing up, you move over to the mirror to address your current appearance. You internally thank Taesan for not calling you to come over after youâve taken off your makeup completely. You touch it up slightly, glad that it hadnât worn off much during the day. Grabbing your perfume on the dresser, you spritz yourself a couple times with the sweet scent. The clothes you wouldâve worn to sleep were good enoughâ After all, it's likely nobody will be in the right state of mind to care too much about what you had on anyways.
You make your way back to the living room, walking past the couch where your roommate was still sitting. âYou going somewhere? Arenât you in your pajamas?â Minnie looks up at you with a confused expression on her face, beer can in hand.Â
âYeah, just going to stop by a friendâs place real quick.â You grab your keys off of the coffee table before moving towards the door.
She gives you a skeptical look, raising her eyebrow at your explanation. âIâm not going to ask you any more questions, but donât do anything youâll regret. Iâll be awake if you need me to save you or somethingâ And donât come back too late!â
âGot it, Mom.â The two of you share a laugh as you walk out into the hallway of your apartment complex, hearing the door beep as it locks shut behind you. You internally apologize to Woonhak and Jaehyun as you wait for the elevator to come up to your floor. You were seriously doing this, huh?
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In any other situation, you probably wouldnât be going out of your way to walk across campus at midnightâ But because itâs a Friday, there were groups of students roaming around, making their way to bars or house parties.Â
The weather was perfect for the walk, albeit it was only about ten minutes long. Even in your shorts, you werenât too cold on the short trip to the house. It was hard to expect anything in particular by showing up, but you prayed you wouldnât feel like a fool no matter what happened tonight.Â
Just as Taesan said, the door to the house was unlocked; you turned the knob and slowly opened it, revealing the familiar interior. It was significantly cleaner than the last time you were there, probably because they werenât throwing a party tonight. In this sort of setting, it looked more like a regular home than anything. The led lights towards the ceiling were set to a cool purple, enveloping the room in the color. The speakers were playing music, but at a more casual volume; just loud enough to hear the people you were talking to without being too disruptive to the conversation, maintaining a chill background noise for the smoke session you walked into.Â
âY/N? Come sit with us. Taesan just left to go buy some drinks.â Leehanâs head pops up at your entrance, motioning you to sit next to him on the couch with his hand. âYou know anyone here?â
Taking the spot next to him, you glance around the faces scattered around the room. Youâre glad theyâre all preoccupied with passing around a bong, otherwise you wouldnât be looking at everyone so shamelessly. There were only about six other people there, but you could only name Minji from her Instagram profile.
You shake your head no in response, giving him an awkward smile. âThatâs okay, it doesnât really matter. You can just stick by me tonight, then.â Leehan reassures you, oddly sweet compared to your last interaction. âDo you smoke?â
âNot really,â You answer. Weed wasnât your drug of choiceâ you wouldâve much rather preferred to drink, but it wasnât something you were opposed to. It wouldnât hurt, right? If anything, itâll help you take away all the anxiety that was currently weighing down your shoulders. âIâll smoke tonight though. Itâs hard not to join in when youâve all started without me.â There was no way in hell you were going to stay in that room longer than fifteen minutes if you were sober.Â
âAtta girl, I knew you would fit right in.â The brunette praises as he reaches to pick up the tray on the table. You watch as Leehan fills up the rolling paper, skillfully turning it into a neatly packed joint. Itâs kind of mesmerizingâ you can tell he does this often with the way he finishes in an instant, licking the edge of the paper to close it. Of course, he doesnât fail to make eye contact as he does so, effectively bringing a blush to your cheeks. Leehanâs looks were no joke.Â
It made so much sense to think that Leehan and Taesan were roommates. Leehan reaches into the pocket of his shirt, pulling out a neon green lighter. He places the joint in his mouth, cupping the end and inhaling as he lights it on fire. His head is thrown back onto the couch as he exhales into the air after holding it towards you, urging you to take a hit of your own.Â
You take the spliff from him, noticing how large his hands are in comparison to your own. Your actions mimic his; bringing it up to your lips and breathing in the smoke. You immediately cough at the taste, embarrassed that your body seems to reject the weed despite having done this before. Leehan giggles at you, covering his mouth as he rubs the small of your back to help your coughing fit.Â
âFirst time?â He takes it back from you, holding it between his fingers as it burns into the air. âYou can be honest, I wonât judge.â
â...No, but itâs been a while.â The two of you are in your own bubble at this point, as you pay no mind to the other people just a couple of feet away. Almost as a means of proving yourself, you snatch the joint from his hand, taking another deep inhale-- successfully without interruption this time, making you internally sigh in relief. The two of you go back and forth sharing it, alternating hits as it slowly shrinks, his spare hand resting on your bare thigh throughout the whole thing.Â
âYou look like a natural now,â His laugh is breathy; he looked dazed over. Itâs unknown how long theyâd been at it before you arrived. âYou feeling it yet?â He questions as he looks you in the eyes; his own are already glazed over, making them sparkle more than they normally did.
You canât hold in your giggle at seeing him in such a state. âYou are, thatâs for sure.â Youâre not sure when the two of you moved closer to each other, but your shoulders are touching as you both rest against the comfort of the couch. âI feel really good.âÂ
The eye contact between you two is broken as you look towards the sound of the door opening. Taesan walks through the entrance with a case of drinks under his arm, taking off his shoes before placing the box onto the table, only after taking one for himself. His face lights up once he sees you on the couch, sending you a grin as he takes his place next to Minji. âNice to see you again, pretty.âÂ
Oh, right. You almost forgot she was hereâ you were so caught up in smoking with Leehan that you werenât trying to get to know any of the other session attendees. Not that anyone cared, though. Most of them were just lying around, either swaying to the music that continuously played throughout the room, eating from the bags of open snacks laid out on the table, or nonverbal on their phones.Â
Minji tries to wrap her arm around Taesanâs as he sits down, earning a side-eye from him as he gently pulls it away. It feels like you should be jealous after seeing that, but your mind is fuzzy. âLooks like Leehan stole my seat.â His tone is passive-aggressive as he addresses the man currently curled up next to you.
âYour seat? Maybe you shouldâve called dibs if you wanted to sit next to Y/N so bad. I got her fair and square.â Leehan bites back. âI donât know why you left right after you asked her to come over.â
He moves to put his arm around youâ you can tell heâs trying to push his roommatesâ buttons, and you decide to play into it. You two share a brief look, mischief in your eyes, as you both silently understand what you were doing. Instead of pushing his arm away like Taesan had just done with Minji, you lean into it, resting your head by his shoulder as you take another inhale of smoke. The pair of roommates are entranced by the way the cloud leaves your mouth, swirling and twisting into the air before ultimately disappearing.Â
Leehan moves the both of you to where youâre sitting up properly and takes his arm off of you. Across the room, Taesan canât keep his eyes off of the two of you; the way youâre feeding into Leehanâs obvious moves on you. âCan I try something?â Youâre a little lost, but you nod your head regardless. His fingers brush against yours as he takes the blunt from your fingers, now a little less than half the size it was when he first rolled it.Â
He takes a long drag, pulling away while keeping the smoke in his mouth. Youâre shocked to feel his hand on your cheek, bringing your face closer to his and using his thumb to part your mouth open. You also feel Han Taesanâs gaze burning into your skull, but you canât turn to look with the grip Leehan has on you.Â
Leehan slowly pushes the smoke out between his lips, which were currently only a couple of inches away from your own. You inhale instinctively, a bridge of smoke connecting you as you do so. The scene feels like itâs in slow motion, or maybe thatâs just the high youâre currently feeling. You donât know when other people began watching the exchange, but you can faintly hear witnesses egging on the intimate moment youâre sharing with Leehan.Â
After all the smoke has passed between you, he moves his thumb to your mouth again, caressing your bottom lip gently. Leehan wants to kiss you. You know heâs not entirely there as he gives you a dopey grin, biting his own lip as his thoughts are fixated on how pretty he thinks you look right now.Â
As much as you enjoyed the way Leehan was currently making you feel, you knew that it was all a game to him. It was significantly easier to read himâ his intentions with you are as clear as day, unlike Taesanâs. The way he spoke to you didnât fool you; his words were laced with nothing but lust, and you werenât interested in taking it any further than it needed to be. This, you were sure of. With Han Taesan, you could never be too sure about what he was thinking. You wish it was this easy to see through him the way you could see through Leehan.Â
You know exactly what youâre doing as you lean into the brunette. He smiles again, seemingly satisfied with your movements, as he closes his eyes and does the same. Of course he thinks heâs going to get what he wants. It pisses you off how smug he currently looks when he moves to kiss you.
âPlease donât, Y/N.â Right before you turn your head to swerve the kiss like youâd initially planned to, Taesanâs voice makes both you and Leehan halt your movements. His voice is⊠small. Itâs not as confident as he would normally sound when talking to you; rather, it sounded like he was uncertain about whether or not youâd go as far as kissing his roommate in front of him. Leehan scoffs in annoyance, as he turns his head to look at the source of the interruption.Â
âWay to cockblock, dude.â The room suddenly feels tense. You can feel more eyes on you now with the way Leehanâs voice pierces the music coming from the speakers. âShe isnât yours, you know that right? Just accept it, Taesan. If she wants to sleep with me, she can make that decision herself. Isnât that right, Y/N?â You canât tell if this is all a part of Leehanâs plan to piss off his friend, but you werenât having it anymore.
âLeehan, Iâm not going to sleep with you.â Heâs laughing in disbelief-- Like he couldnât believe anyone would turn him down like that, especially in front of people watching. You can tell his pride is hurt when he moves to the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as he can get without having to stand up.Â
âYour loss. Iâm sure youâve heard already, but Iâm a good fuck-â Out of nowhere, Taesan is grabbing your wrist and brings you up to your feet, dragging you towards the door. Your limbs feel weightless as he holds on to you, your steps gliding on the hardwood floors. Youâre barely able to put on your own shoes as you walk into the night, Taesan leading the way.
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The cool air is refreshing; you take deep breaths, relishing at how nice it feels to be free from the smell of weed surrounding you. âDongmin, youâre holding me too tight.â You pull back against his grasp, and he immediately drops your wrist, standing in front of you now.
âWhyâd you do that?â
âDo what? I came over like you asked me to.âÂ
âYeah, and you were all over Leehan when I walked in.â
âIt shouldâve been you,â You breathe out, just barely above a whisper. âHe told me you left when I got there.â
âIf you wanted it to be me, then whyâd you let him do that? You know how he is.â He looks hurt as he confronts you, and you almost regret what you did back there.
âNo, Dongmin, I donât know how he is. And I also donât know why youâre angry at me right now. Youâre acting like I knew he was going to pull that stunt on me!â He doesnât know why heâs feeling this way either. Your annoyance is clear as the night sky above you.Â
â...Fine, say you didnât know he was going to do that,â His brows furrowed as he interrogated you further. âWhyâd you lean in?â
âI knew you were watching us. I wasnât going to kiss him either way.â You confess, not seeing the point in dancing around the bush. What you did could be seen as toxic, but you wanted to see if it would affect him at all-- to get him annoyed, jealous. Anything that could signal that he actually gave a shit about you.Â
âCan you cut the bullshit? Do you want to sleep with my friend or not?â
âDid you not hear what I said to him? I told him straight to his face that I didnât want to have sex with himâ In front of everyone, for godâs sake Dongmin! Are you hearing yourself?â Taesan is quiet, not knowing what to say.
âWhy does any of this matter to you?â You prod, impatiently awaiting his response. Because he likes you. Because youâre more than another one of his groupies. More than just a meaningless one night stand. You just need him to say it himself.
âForget it, then. Whereâs your apartment? Itâs late, Iâll take you back.â He dismisses his previous outburst. You arenât surprised that he changes the subject, but you wished he took the chance to clear up whatever it was between you two.Â
âI can go on my own.â You turn away from him, knowing that if you look at him properly your resolve will fall almost immediately.Â
âIâm not letting you walk back at one in the morning, Y/N. Itâs not good for a pretty girl to go home alone like this.â Why does he want to ensure the safety of a girl he wonât even admit he has feelings for?Â
âYou donât need to do that. Iâll just call someone while I go home, itâs not that serious.â You brush off his offer nonchalantly despite knowing you wouldnât want to go back alone at this time of night.Â
âI want to.â Taesanâs insistent; you didnât take him as the type of guy to be so stubborn when it came to things like this. âItâs either you let me walk you home, or Iâm just going to trail five feet behind you until I see you get back safe.âÂ
âYouâd look like a freak doing that, by the way.â You tease, laughing at the image of him following you around like a bodyguard.Â
âOh, Iâm very aware. Which is why Iâm politely requesting that you let me walk you home.â His gaze is soft as he pleads with you for the last time. âPlease, Y/N?âÂ
The next three minutes go by in silence, the only noise being the nearby chatter of the occasional groups of partygoers passing by the area. You never explicitly told him to go away, but he matches your pace as you make your way towards your apartment.Â
Halfway through the walk, you realize that this could be your chance to talk to Taesan properly. A chance to learn more about him without any intrusions; to see the type of person he truly is. At this very moment in time, this is the closest thing heâll ever be to being yours.
âIâm thirsty, Dongmin.â You blurt out, suddenly realizing how dry your mouth was, having had nothing to drink for the past hour.Â
âAre we almost at your place? You can drink something when you get home, no?â His steps slow down as he turns to you, his hands resting in his pockets. He isnât wrong, but you were searching for an excuse to extend the time you had alone with him.Â
Heâs met with your pouty face looking up at him, and he swears his composure dissolves in an instant; he would do anything for you right then and there. ââŠThereâs a convenience store nearby.âÂ
Your face lights up as you put your hand out for him to take, telling him to bring you there. Itâs things like thisâ you always manage to find a way to catch him off guard. Taesanâs not used to being the flustered one when it comes to women, but he'll gladly endure it if it was you doing it to him. Â
The neon sign is bright in the dark of the night, lighting up both of your faces as the boy moves to open the door, motioning for you to go in first. You wrap your arms around your torso as you head towards the refrigerated section, selecting your drink of choice after some thought. âAre you hungry?âÂ
He shakes his head no, but his eyes are fixated on you across from him standing in your pajamas, playing with the strings of your hoodie as you stand in the middle of the convenience store. His heart is beating so fast, heâs worried you can hear it from where you are. âWhy are you looking at me like that, Dongmin?â
The speed in which his cheeks turn pink is endearing. âUh, your eyes are red.â Taesan clears his throat as he looks back to the various beverages in front of them, pretending to read the labels as he puts an end to his obvious ogling.Â
âThanks, genius. Who wouldâve guessed?â You tuck the bottle you were holding under your arm, moving to look through the aisles of snacks and pre-packaged food lining the store. âYou arenât high anymore?âÂ
âI stopped smoking right after I got off call with you. I donât really feel it.â To be honest, Taesan wasnât much of a smoker either, but you didnât need to know that. The smoke sesh was planned by none other than his roommate, and Taesan only happened to walk in on it after returning home from one of the campus recording booths. He only took a few hits before he thought itâd be a good way to invite you over; it was not nearly enough to get him in the floaty state you were coming down from.Â
âWell, I still am. And Iâm fucking starving,â He lets out a small laugh, watching you exaggeratedly ponder about which pack of instant ramen you were going to get. âDo you want anything?âÂ
âMm, no. Not that hungry.â You squat down to the floor in an attempt to see the bottom shelves better. Heâs glancing around the aisle as well, moving to pick up something from above you. When you turn to look at him again, heâs holding out a cup of Shin Ramyun in your face.Â
You tilt your head. âI thought you didnât want anything, though?âÂ
âI donât,â He answers matter-of-factly. âThis is one of my favorites.â You hesitantly take the ramen from his hands as you get up, walking towards the cashier at the front of the store without any further comment.
You can feel Taesan standing behind you as you both watch the worker scan your drink and ramen. âItâs going to be 3,000 won.â Pulling out your phone to pay, your face recognition fails once, preventing you from opening your Apple wallet. You send an apologetic smile to the cashier for the hold-up.
Your card finally shows up on your screen, allowing you to finally tap the corner of the pay screenâ except youâre met with Taesanâs hand holding his card and paying for your items. âThank you, have a nice night!â The worker pushes your purchases towards you on the counter. Taesan moves to pick them up from behind you, bringing it to a table in the corner of the store.
He slides out the chair for you, which you move to sit in afterwards. Taesan grabs your drink and twists the cap off, offering the opened bottle to you. You gladly accept, taking big gulps and soothing your cottonmouth. âI couldâve done that myself, Dongmin. Same with paying back there.âÂ
âI know,â Opening up the ramen halfway, he brings the cup up to the hot water dispenser, filling up the line inside. âYou probably havenât noticed it, but youâre moving in slow motion. It makes me want to take care of you.â His last comment is just barely loud enough for you to hear. He finally sits down next to you after he uses a pair of chopsticks to pin the cover of the ramen closed while it cooks.
âI owe you then,â You comment, taking another sip from the bottle in your hand.Â
He almost looks offended at your offer to pay off your debt, waving his hand no in front of your face. âJust take it as an apology for me lashing out at you earlier⊠Sorry. I donât know why I got so angry back at the house.âÂ
You want to roll your eyes and tell him the answer to his obliviousness. Surely he should know why. Itâs because you like me, isnât it? Perhaps itâs a big conclusion to jump to, but itâs the only reason that would justify his jealousy after seeing you and Leehan together.Â
Taesan takes the chopsticks off of the cup ramen, breaking them apart and mixing together the noodles. Bringing a wad of noodles into the air, he gently blows on it, the steam rising into the air. You gasp at the smell, suddenly reminded of the intense case of munchies you were experiencing. He hums as he finishes cooling down the bite, bringing the chopsticks to your mouth. âHere.âÂ
Is he trying to feed you? Your eyebrows raise in shock, moving away slightly before leaning in, accepting the food he was holding out for you. The smile he gives you as he watches you eat is sickeningly sweet; he looks content seeing you so happy while you eat. Taking the chopsticks from his hand, you mirror his actions, except this time you offer a bite to the boy currently watching your every move.
It was cute the way he looked like a surprised puppy once he realized you were giving him a bite of his own. He opens his mouth, letting you feed him the cooled-down noodles. You watch as a blush creeps up his neck once more; he covers his mouth as he chews, looking away to avoid your gaze. âThanks.â He utters, voice quiet with the way he was currently refusing to face you.
This side of Taesan is what truly baffled you. Despite your tendency to fall for people quicker than most, you were smart enough to catch onto the signs of someone liking you back. And in Han Taesanâs case, it couldnât be clearer to youâ his usual cool-guy image disappearing when it comes to you, his atypical moments of concern, his jealousy when it comes to other men, his current acts of service.Â
Even to Woonhak and Jaehyun, it sounded like Taesan liked you. The only thing that made you question your theory was the fact that he seemed to have a tendency to run. To run away when things between you two became a little too real. But what was holding him back from being honest with himself?Â
âDo I make you nervous, Dongmin?â You wanted to try and pry the words you wanted to hear out from him.Â
Now, he reminded you of a deer caught in headlights. His head snaps back towards you, eyes the widest youâve ever seen them. His sudden movements make him choke on the ramen he has in his mouth. Your hand immediately moves to his back to pat it as he coughs. Pushing your bottle of water towards him, he gladly takes a swig from it to end his coughing fit. âWhy do you think that? Do I seem nervous around you?â
âSort of. I canât really think of a good way to describe it right now.â You pick up the chopsticks that were resting on the side of the cup to take another bite into your mouth. âBut I feel like thereâs more to you than what you let on.â
Heâs resting his head on his hand now, elbow propped up on the metal table. âWhat do you mean? You think Iâd be different than I am now?â
âNot exactly. In fact, I think the way you act with me is what Iâd expect from you. Itâs more like⊠With what little I know about you, Iâd think you werenât this sweet just based on how you look.â
â...Is there something bad about the way I look?â
You scoff, playfully pushing his shoulder. âYou canât seriously be acting like this right now. Everyone on campus thinks youâre hot.â Itâs true, yourself included.Â
âOh, is that so?â His lips curve up into a smile. You both know damn well that heâs attractive.Â
âWhatever,â Grabbing the drink sitting in front of him, you wash down the taste of your last bite. âI think Iâve almost got you figured out, Dongmin. Thereâs just a couple things I canât quite place.â Itâs only somewhat true, but you were hoping saying this would make him open up about himself more.Â
 âIf thatâs the case, you couldâve just asked me, angel.â Taesan looks taken aback at your admission. In all honesty, he doesnât know what youâre referring to, but that doesnât stop him from wanting to find out. âWhat do you want to know?â
âAnything, really.â
âAnything?â
âYou realize you probably know nothing about me, right? Iâd say the same about you.â
âWhat? Thatâs not true,â He pauses for a second to think about what he could possibly recall about you, only to find that you were right. âOh. I guess you have a point.â He scratches the back of his head, feeling guilty agreeing with what you just said. âItâs weird, though. I feel like Iâm comfortable with you even if we donât know each other that well.âÂ
âSo, are you going to tell me more about yourself or should we just keep pretending weâre friends like we have been this whole time?âÂ
He pouts at you. âYou donât think weâre friends?âÂ
â...Okay, Iâll get going then.â You glare at him as you clean up your mess, dumping it into the empty ramen cup. You move to stand up, only to find him tugging gently on your sweatshirt sleeve and pulling you back down into your chair.Â
âSorry, I was just joking,â He gives you an apologetic look before straightening his posture and turning to face you better. Your knees were touching now, faces only a couple feet away from each other. âWhere should I start, then? My MBTI or something?â
âWhatever you feel like telling me, Dongmin. Iâm not looking for anything in particular.â You shrug. You truly didnât know anything about him from just your interactions and what you heard people say about him, which werenât necessarily the best, to say the least. Anything he said would be new information to you.
âI donât really think MBTI is that serious, but Iâm an INTJ. I wanted to be an idol until I graduated middle school, but I donât think that kind of spotlight fits me too well anymore. Thatâs why I settled on being a music major instead. I think Iâd rather be behind the scenes instead of being on the main stage all the time.âÂ
You can feel a smile creeping up on your face at the way heâs genuinely indulging in your request. âI can see it. You being an idol, that is.â
âYou think so? I donât know. Seems pretty tiring to keep up an act like that all the time. Plus, I think Iâm happy where I am right now,â Taesan looks down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs as he continues. âItâd be hard to not be able to see my family all the time as an idol.â
âYour family?â
âYeah, I have two younger siblings back at home. I miss them a lot, even if Iâm not that far from home. Itâs kind of sad to think that I miss out on watching them grow up when Iâm at school.âÂ
You place your hand atop his, making him stop his fidgeting. Just like that, Han Taesan felt a lot more real to you. He feels like Han Dongmin. âIâm sorry. It must be difficult for you then, huh?â
âOh, yeah, sometimes.â He takes your hand in his, playing with your fingers now instead. The action makes you giggle to yourself; he really resembled a big baby. âItâs fine though, I text them all the time. My dadâs always sending me pictures of our new dog or them having dinner together. Itâs not like I canât call them when I want to. Iâm just grateful.â
You hum in acknowledgment. âYeah, I get it. Itâs nice having some of my friends from high school go here too, otherwise, I think Iâd be way too homesick for my liking.â
âAre you far from home then?â
âIâm only a couple hours away, but Iâm kind of sappy when it comes to things like that. Like, I find a lot of sentimental meaning in different things, and my hometown obviously holds a lot of that for me, growing up there and all.âÂ
âItâs great you have people here you know though, seriously. When I first got here, I knew no one. I only met Leehan by chance at some club event I went to.â Taesan lets out a small laugh at the memory. âHe was a lot different back then, Iâd say. He pisses me off sometimes, but heâs a good friend most of the time. Dudeâs a lot more normal when itâs just us at the house together.âÂ
You think back to your few interactions shared with his roommate. How different could he have been if thatâs the way he acts now? Itâs hard to imagine Leehan anything else than your typical college fuckboy, but you initially saw the boy sitting next to you the same way, so you donât write it off as impossible.
âI donât know why Iâm talking about him. Heâs been annoying me lately,â The grip he has on your hand tightens slightly, but quickly returns to his previous gentle hold. âWho are your friends from home? Sungho and Riwoo?â
âHuh? No, I only met them last year, but theyâre the best. It was some dumb assigned group project thing, but we get along really well. Iâm usually hanging out with my friends Jaehyun and Woonhak, though.â Saying their names aloud reminds you of how they pleaded with you to drop Han Taesan just days before thisâ yet here you were, your hand in his as you talked about your lives in the middle of the local convenience store.Â
âAh, Woonhak? Heâs younger than us, right?â You nod, completely forgetting that Woonhak was the reason you found out that there was another girl Taesan was currently entertaining. âHeâs funny, Iâve hung out with him a few times here and there. He keeps asking me to show him what songs Iâve been writing recently.âÂ
This makes you think they were closer than they really were, but you knew it was just Woonhakâs usual (endearingly) nosy self at work. âWow, Woonhak gets to hear them but I canât?â You pull your hand away from him to grab at your chest, pretending that the realization broke your heart.Â
âCome on baby, donât be like that.â Taesan takes your hand back into his, letting them rest where your knees meet. âI can show you sometime, just not now though. Iâve been working on something special recently, and itâs not perfect yet.âÂ
âDo you call everyone that?â His eyes meet yours, tilting his head to the side slightly.Â
Upon understanding what youâre trying to get at, he waves his free hand in front of you defensively. âAh, itâs not like that. Just force of habit, I guess?â
âOkay, so by force of habit, you mean yes. I got it.â Taesan opens his mouth to defend himself again, but you cut him off. âDonât freak out, I donât really care. Weâre friends, right?â You laugh to yourself at the irony of your own statement. Yeah, friends who kiss and call each other pet names. So stupid.Â
The chime above the door jingles as a group of very obviously inebriated college students come in, loudly seeking out food to satisfy their drunk cravings. âItâs getting late, can I walk you home properly now?âÂ
Quickly cleaning up after yourselves, you both make your way out of the convenience store before you run into more groups of people coming back from the parties that just ended. Taesan grabs your hand as you start walking, interlocking your fingers in his. You were surprised, but definitely not complaining. The way his large hand felt in comparison to yours was addicting; youâd never let go if you could. Feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you use your free hand to see whoâs texting you.Â
2 new messages from âbabygirl minnieâ! Minnie: babe r u coming home tonight or do i need to pick u up from somewhere đ€ Minnie: iâm going to sleep in like 20 mins lmk ASAP or ill kill u đ to: âbabygirl minnieâ! You: yes mother iâm omw back now đ u dont need to stay up someoneâs walking back with me
You watch the screen as she hearts your message almost immediately, and you slip your phone back into your pocket. âWhoâs that?â Taesan asks, who was peering over his shoulder while you replied.
âItâs my roommate. Sheâs worried Iâm not going to get back safe.âÂ
âI would be too if I had a beautiful girl like you as my roommate walking all by herself at this time.â His hand squeezes yours gently as you walk, the night sky littered with stars. The route you were taking home wasnât your usual route. In fact, it was the longest path you could take without straying too far off campus. Was it so wrong to want to hold hands with Han Taesan as long as you possibly could?
âI wish I got to see you like this more often, Dongmin.âÂ
âWell, youâre seeing me now. Thatâs not enough for you, angel?â His steps slow down, making you stop as well.Â
âThatâs not what I meant. It was nice to talk to you normally for once.â
âAh, so my girl wants to talk to me more. Iâm just a call away, you know.â
You scoff at his words. âWe both know thatâs not true.â If you even tried calling, would he bother to answer? For all you know, heâd just go back to leaving you with nothing but radio silence for days on end.
ââŠI donât know what youâre trying to say.â
âWhat I want to know is why you treat me so nicely and then disappear for a week?â It might be the effects of your high coming to an end, but you suddenly feel all the frustration youâd previously felt when it came to Taesan coming out of nowhere. âFuck, I hate to ruin the nice moment we just had but itâs hard not to say something when you make me feel like an idiot every time.â
In front of you, Taesan stares back with a blank expression. Nothing. Itâs as if he doesnât even know what heâs been doing to you. Seeing his face just angers you further. âHell, I donât even know why itâs so hard for me to not come running back to you the second you call. I look ridiculous going back to you even when my best friends told me not to.â
âY/N, calm down. Youâre thinking too deeply about things right now. Maybe itâs the weed.â Taesan tries to put his hand on your arm, but you pull away immediately. You felt like he wasnât hearing anything you were saying.Â
âAm I just someone you hit up when youâre lonely? Just someone whoâs conveniently always going to answer? Thatâs the last person Iâd want to be to you.â
âCâmon, sweetheart. Youâre more than that to me, okay?âÂ
âI wish I could find it in me to believe you, Taesan.âÂ
âI donât like hearing you call me that.â Hearing his nickname come from your mouth felt like an arrow to the heart, for some reason. It all felt wrong. You shouldnât be calling him that intentionally; it wasnât right coming from you. Taesan didnât want you to see him the same way everyone else did, but he couldnât explain why. Â
âEven things like this, like calling you by your real name. You make it feel like you genuinely care about me, even when you have other girls wrapped around your finger the same way you have me. Itâs like you go out of your way to make me feel special only to forget about me the next day!â
âDarling, you are special to me. I donât know how else to prove it to you.â He couldnât be serious. How did he expect you to feel special when, for all you know, he could be treating his next girl the exact same way?Â
âYou confuse me, Taesan. Because just now, in that convenience store, you seemed like you were telling me things you havenât told other people, but I know that the chances of me even hearing from you tomorrow are slim.â
âYouâre acting like weâre dating or something. We were never anything like that, Y/N.â He spits back without thinking, feeling equally as frustrated now. The night air felt colder than it did before. Whether or not Han Taesan reciprocated your feelings, he was completely oblivious to his actions. Leehan was right. Taesan wasnât yours, nor were you his, but you felt like tonight told you everything you needed to know.Â
Your mouth opens in disbelief. âDonât say that shit to me,â You turn on your heel, angrily resuming your way back to your apartment. Taesan raises his arm, debating on whether or not to try and stop you from ending the conversation as is, ultimately letting it fall back to his side. You look back at him after a few steps. âIâm fine going home on my own, so donât bother following me to my place.âÂ
Han Taesan knew he screwed up.Â
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ok so i'm so in with your theme rn and i loved your after car with jason drabble but what i really came here to say imagine poor jason todd realizes he's in love in dick's girlfriend. he doesn't say anything but he knows he can treat you better and be better for you. he knows dick cares about you but he's bad for you because he'll never fully love you but believes he can. so he watches you from afar, trying to sweet in small ways like helping fixing your car and stuff. he watches you and dick fight, break up and of course make up till the point he's fed up of watching dick play you because he's knows dicks cheating and he knows dick isn't trying to hurt you but its not fair. poor jason he doesn't want to be a rebound he just wants to give you the love you deserve.
I'm really about to break jasons pretty heart and staple it back together with this fic. apologies for the wait! I got too excited and decided to write a series about it đ„č
I'll release it chapter by chapter đ€ and you're a genius I love ur brain đ§
and fr dick damn near slept with every dc character that man is a whore. I'm still tryna figure out what excuse imma give him for why he is a serial man whore
all jokes aside, I'm gonna have some much fun with this.
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Jason Todd x (Dick's Ex! Fem!) Reader:
chapter 1
chapter 2
warnings: this series will get heated eventually, and I'll just put a warning on those specified chapters.
this might be a long series, depends how much yall want it đ€
Loud rain poured against Jason's window. He laid against his dark wood bed frame while reading a book. As he flicked through thin pages, the sound of you and Dick arguing could be heard from across the hall.
He wasn't exactly trying to eavesdrop, but he could make out certain sentences like âwhy's her name still..â. He sighed, growing more and more tired of the constant back and forth between you two. The conversation slowly moved from the room into the hall, and the argument could almost be heard throughout the whole manor.
âDick, I cannot do this anymore. I'm tired. I'm tired of being confused about your feelings for me!â He could then hear Dick's annoyingly condescending voice. Another tired sigh escaped Jason's lips as he ran his fingers tiredly through his dark strands. He rolled off the bed, put on a loose white tee, and slipped on black house shoes.
Pulling the door back, he wasn't even noticed by the two of you until his deep voice rumbled through the hall. Even as a quiet, âThe hellsâ all the commotion, I'm tryna read damn itâ, his voice caught your attention. You felt slightly embarrassed. But the anger just wouldn't let up. âSorry Jason, just go back to your room,â Dick pleaded, leaning against the wall with a frown. Jason rolled his eyes at Dick's continuous attempts to sound like an older brother, and his eyes flickered to yours.
Noticing your red eyes and a tear of anger falling down your cheeks, his jaw relaxed and he almost looked concerned. âYou alright?â His soft voice coaxed you out of your bubbling fit of anger. âYeah...I'm okayâŠI'm just gonna go home..â Your eyes stuck back to the floor and then you walked away, leaving the two brothers alone. Dick began to walk away, only stopping in his tracks at the mention of his name.
âDickâŠyou can't keep doin' this man-â Dick spun around shooting a cold glare at him. âDoing what? You think I want to hurt her?â Jason's eyebrows furrowed. âYou're not doing a good job of proving me wrong.â Dick walked away.
You dropped your keys on your marble console table, falling onto the couch with a sigh. You knew he wasn't right for you. This cycle of toxicity would go on and on forever unless you stuck your foot in the ground. The repeating doubts about your relationship circled your mind almost daily. You and Dick had been together since late middle school days. You went everywhere with each other and attended every dance together. You were both practically attached at the hip. You had everything in common and could get lost in various topics for hours.
But, that connection had seemed so far away. So long ago. Like a distant memory. The romance in the relationship felt like it was fading, but neither of you was ready to let it go. And it puts a strain on your relationship, even without romance.
You curled up on the soft sofa, bringing your knees to your chest and feeling stinging tears well in your eyes. You knew it was bad for you. God that's all you ever thought about. But it hurt too much to even consider ending things. He was so familiar.
You don't know how much time has passed by of you being stuck in a constant loop of repetitive thoughts, but a knock on your door shook you out of your trance.
ây/n? It's Jason, can I come in?â You quickly wiped your eyes with your shirt and straightened yourself out. âBe right there!â You cringed at that obvious wavering of your voice. You reached the door, opening it slightly so he could only see your upper half. Your head was leaned downward as a half-assed attempt to hide your tear-stained face. âHey,â was all he said, with a faint sheepish smile. You lazily nodded at him. âNeed something?â You'd hoped you didn't sound angry at him. âWell, I came here to ask you the same thing.â He shoved his hands in his pockets, a familiar habit of his. âCome in.â
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Why Harry being short and frail (or even petite and delicate) past puberty is such a popular take these days? Sure, he is not bulky, but don't we know from Voldemort himself that James was tall and don't we know that Harry was exactly the same height as James during the final battle? Don't we know that Harry works out 3 times a week and is generally athletic? Is it the same thing that is happening with fanon Sirius or is it something different? Is it because he was short as a child and grew up in a cupboard, thus unlikely to end up like he did at the end of the series? What do you think about it? How likely is it? I keep seeing it in many slash ships and I am genuinely baffled. Is it me who has it backwards? Please solve this mystery, dear Asenora!
thank you very much for the ask, anon!
i think several things are at play, tbh - some of which are more understandable than others.
the first is that daniel radcliffe genuinely is short [for a british man, at least] - his height is given online as 165cm [or 5'5], but looking at pictures of him leads me to suspect that's an exaggeration - and was, unsurprisingly, even shorter when he was a teenager. many of the other actors in the films are much, much taller than him - especially people like alan rickman and david thewlis, both of whom were over six foot - and since the films inevitably influence how people picture the characters physically, the height differences we see on screen end up becoming part of that.
the second is that, while harry is described as "tall" in canon, that term appears to be doing a fair amount of heavy-lifting. numerous male characters are described as taller than him in both half-blood prince and deathly hallows - with the example which always stands out to me being the fact that fred and george weasley are said to "shrink" when they polyjuice into harry before the seven potters chase. fred and george - like charlie - are described in canon as being noticeably shorter and stockier in build than bill, percy, and ron. unless ron et al. are so tall that it would be thought of as really unusual - let's say above 6'6/198cm - harry probably isn't over 6'0/182cm tall.
thirdly, it's worth saying that what is meant by "tall" is culturally contingent. i've said that daniel radcliffe is shorter than average for a british man - and that's true - but his height isn't going to be thought of in that way in different parts of the world. similarly, there are parts of the world where describing a man who was, say, 5'10/178cm as "tall" would be considered quite strange - but i don't think the uk [where the average male height in 1998 was just over 5'8/174cm] is one of them. certainly, i picture harry as around that height [allowing characters like ron, sirius, dumbledore, and voldemort - who are all described as such - to be noticeably taller than him, but not so tall that their height would be considered abnormal], and i don't think it precludes him still being thought of as "tall" within the context in which he lives. but an author from, for example, the netherlands - where the average male height is 6'0.5/183cm - would probably think differently.
[there's a point about cultural contingency in the quip he makes about being short because of the cupboard too: i would read that as a dark joke which he doesn't actually think has any truth behind it specifically when it comes to his height, but which nonetheless expresses that the dursleys abuse him generally and this abuse has had a long-term impact upon him; readers from other parts of the world take it more literally.]
and finally, harry is definitely physically fit and - of course - works out a lot as part of playing quidditch, but both he and james are emphasised in canon as having slender builds - and it's also implied in the text that seekers are generally slim. harry doesn't need to be seen as any less sporty if we presume that he has the physique of a distance runner or triathlete rather than that of a sprinter.
however, there are definitely some aspects to the tendency for harry to be written as short and slender which do bother me a fair amount - and i do think that these have something in common with what we see with fanon sirius.
that is, that harry and sirius aren't written as short and slender because the author wants them to just happen to be short and slender. they're written as short and slender because the author wants them to be passive. their height/build is emphasised in the story in order to hammer this home - and it's often accompanied by them being assigned other aspects of physical appearance, personality, dress, or manner [especially ones which might be considered as "effeminate"] which, once again, aren't intended to communicate anything other than this passivity.
and - of course - in the writing of vast amounts of slash, any indication of passivity, submissiveness, or femininity - and the physical traits which end up equated with them - is taken as an indication that the character in question would be an exclusive - and submissive - bottom, who defers to the whims of their partner, an exclusive - and dominant - top.
and - unsurprisingly - topping ends up being associated with masculinity - and the personality traits and physical characteristics - above all a tall, muscular build - which are equated with that.
frail!harry seems to be most prominent - in my experience - in ships like tomarrymort, not so much because people really care about the implications of harry's characterisation, but because they're hugely opposed to the suggestion that characters like tom riddle would ever bottom [since - of course - they associate the act of being penetrated with femininity and femininity with weakness...]. great lengths have to be gone to, then, to emphasise that voldemort - or whoever else - is powerful and proud and authoritative and masculine and tall. and, for some reason, this is apparently incompatible with the idea that he might also like to get railed... which means that harry has to make sure nobody is in any doubt about who's the woman bottom by becoming as teeny tiny as he possibly can...
#asks answered#harry potter#insufferable fandom discourse#i believe in both jacked bottom and short top supremacy#because i have taste
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you know what? fuck it. the dynamic between taco and microphone is really interesting and dumbing it down to "evil terrible abuser and poor innocent victim" flattens both of their characters simultaneously.
they both hurt Each Other in ways that can't be undone!!! mic did her fair share of Fucking It Up Big Time as well and i think the way their fallout went down is the best example of times mic could have been better. and before anyone says it NO i'm NOT saying she didn't have a right to back out when she did but what i AM saying is that i think the way she handled cutting taco off showcases one of her biggest character flaws EXCELLENTLY:
when she's hurt by someone, she will hurt them back twice as hard. cheesy makes an insensitive joke? she calls him a monster. taco relapses in her bad habits? she weaponizes her past friendship with pickle. i'm pretty confident in saying both of these responses are Pretty Damn Disproportionate. and i think that's really interesting!!! we should talk more about this!!!!!!!!!
taco did a lot of bad things in their friendship and should absolutely be held accountable for it, but i also think simply calling her a heartless abuser is horribly undermining her character. like, imagine with me, if you will:
(post-writing note. HOLY SHIT this was way longer than i thought it'd be. putting the rest of this post under the cut because the previous paragraphs are pretty much all my thoughts but i kind of go into a full taco character analysis below. if you want to see that then keep reading i suppose LMAOOO)
you once accidentally formed a friendship with someone based off of a lie. you exposed the lie, sabotaged that relationship, and cut him off. that was the last conversation you had. a good while later you realize that, oh no, you actually DID care about this person, and you miss him! but he's GONE and it's YOUR FAULT!!! so you write. you write, you write, you write, hoping to get a response, but you never do.
and then. and then you find someone else. someone who's loud, chaotic, cast out. she reminds you a little too much of the lie you built for yourself. and so, you help her. for your own selfish reasons, sure, but you attempt to reign her in. she doesn't trust you at first, you don't trust her either, and you are... less than kind to her. it's not pretty, but at this point it doesn't really matter to you, because right now she's just a means to an end. she doesn't mean anything to you.
but slowly, over time, things start changing. she starts seeing past the brick walls you built around yourself. starts trying to break them down, little by little. you avoid, you resist, you do everything you can to prevent her from getting through, because vulnerability is frankly disgusting, and you don't want to talk about your problems anyway! but, this doesn't last. you actually apologize to her, for being so closed off, because you should be doing better, and she seems to appreciate it.
someone brings up that old friend to her. you get MAD. it's like rubbing salt in the wound, reminding you of every reason you're not happy, every reason you've been scared of getting too close. he suggests that you will leave her the same way you left him.
and. surprisingly. your ally does not side with him. she tells him you're changing. you're changing. she looks at you and all of your disgusting flaws, and she sees someone not beyond redemption. and you think that maybe. maybe you can trust her. maybe you CAN let your walls down. maybe you won't screw it up this time. and, and...
one mistake.
a pretty big one, granted, but a mistake nonetheless. you relapse into some bad habits, because the situation you entered was not the one you planned for. and she's mad. so mad, in fact, that she takes your old friendship, something she knows is a touchy subject, that hurts every time it's brought up, and she weaponizes it. she looks at you as if you mean nothing to her, and then she leaves. she leaves before you even have a chance to respond.
one. mistake.
one mistake is all it took for her to grow sick of you, for her to agree with all of the terrible things people say about you. and what hurts the most is that you TRUSTED her. you thought you could be open with her, you thought she was DIFFERENT. but no, she's not different. she's just like everyone else. and maybe, if the one person who believed you could be better gives up on you... maybe they're all right about you.
the walls are back up. they're thicker, stronger, and as far as you're concerned... it will take FAR more convincing to let anyone get through ever again.
...and then mepad comes along and says he doesn't even believe you're a bad person in the FIRST place, which is. astounding and very hard to believe but he's seeing you at your absolute worst being needlessly cruel to everyone and is STILL saying this with complete confidence so, fuck, kind of hard to keep THAT up for very long. then ii16 happens and you know the drill SHE'S DOING BAD.
hoo boy this went on for a lot longer than it was supposed to. anyway all this to say i think we should talk more about how they both hurt each other rather than push the narrative that one of them was "the abuser" and the other was "the victim" because frankly that's not even how it works in real life. thank you for coming to my ted talk i've been sitting on this for weeks afraid that i'd be told to kill myself over anons đ
#inanimate insanity#ii taco#ii microphone#should i tag this as tacomic. it's not really meant to be romantic#i won't. people are in that tag for toxic yuri not toxic up for interpretation relationships
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farmhand reader and jackie WHEN???
a/n: farmhand characters will forever be my favourite trope. i think this oneâs going to be read as afab, gender neutral reader
warnings: a few implications and suggestive themes. sort of like yearning. lots of yearning. gay jokes and gay.
like imagine she lives in a farmhouse with her parents. alright, cool. and they need help with the cattle and the land.
jackie is so bored out of her life. sure she has perfect parents, lives more than decently and has an amazing boyfriend (weâll get into this more later once everything is properly organised) but it feels too perfect. all too perfect. like she wants to live for her and not for others
letâs say youâre in need of cash cause you have to repair your pickup truck. also your best friend, van chose to tag along cause she needed to buy a nice gift for taissa! such a gentleman. and itâs a great summer job that pays.
jackieâs parents just give you two the list of things that needs to be done. and when sheâs told that ppl are going to help with the farm she wasnât expecting you two. maybe older people. not someone who can make simple tank tops and flannel shirts look good (WHO SAID THAT?)
jackie watches you work. listens to the way you mutter curses, the sound of your laughter when you joke around with van and watches the way you tilt your head back against the apple tree when youâre on your lunch break.
she thinks sheâs being slick watching you from the curtain of her windows but can catches on to her behaviour and nudges you
âdude, the taylors' daughter is staring at you.â
âhuh?â
âlike she has been ogling you for a good set of five minutes. i counted it, too. it would have been closer to another minute if i didnât caught her.â
yeah itâs safe to say that after this embarrassing episode jackie stays at home everyday. goes out with friends when she can but ngl she wishes classes would come sooner. she still has the memory of you waving confusedly before she shut the curtains. now you must probably think sheâs a creep. great.
but she gets herself together and tries to bake you cookies as an official âgreetingâ considering she has been ogling silent more than speaking. theyâre a bit salty but itâs the thought that counts.
âiâm sorry for being weird. i was just looking at you because i was interested in what itâs like to be a farmer.â
van tries to stifle back a laugh under the disguise of a polite smile, already planning to tell everything to taissa but you understand whatâs happening, silencing her with a glance before turning back to the nervous blonde. and instead of stopping to think of a proper sentence and tone structure, you ended up blurting words that will forever be registered in history of failed interactions.
âpretty girls like you want to get dirty?â
the words leave your mouth so quickly and van downright cries from laughter, having to step outside for some fresh air. you two are such awkward messes itâs insane. to be fair, it was the first time youâve seen her face to face.
from then on you avoid contact for a week. just saying hi and bye when you can. sometimes sheâd offer you lemonade and van would say somegthing like âyou know what they say about cowgirls right. i think jackieâs got a thing for them.â or âdamn iâm pretty sure if it were just me iâd get a glass of water. not that iâm complaining. keep on making more than heart eyes on who knows we might just be invited to dinner.â and youâre just too embarrassed to say anything, too stunned to tell her to shut up. and your reaction time is and bc jackie was not that far from you.
jackie who, eventually gathers her courage to watch you work up close. gets a bit bold though. and youâre too surprised to say anything but itâs pleasant to see her go from shy to confident. can go from brushing against your body when thereâs clearly enough space between you to whispering bye as you leave. we love a versatile girlie
also, something about seeing you in a flannel shirt with suspenders when you have rare evening shifts drives her wild. like yeah the wind is chilly but forget about that. flannels and suspenders. youâre wearing a hat? van was probably on to something
and from there itâll be a build up. trust i have ideas. :( sad ones yes with maybe a hopeful ending đâŒïžâŒïž
#Yellowjackets#jackie taylor#yellowjackets jackie taylor#jackie yellowjackets#jackie taylor x reader#lgbtq#wlw#wlw yearning#wlw blog#wlw post#bisexual#reader is kind of loser coded like jackie#losergf core#van is our wingman#this is somewhat self indulgent#itâs a short drabble#iâll work on it#taissaswifelowkey
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Many other people have already posted their thoughts on the various peaks of Cang Qiong Mountain sect, so I figure I might as well throw my own thoughts and preferred headcanons out there.
First, my thoughts on the peaks we know exist but don't know much about in terms of their specialties:
Xian Shu Peak: Textiles Peak
This is my favorite headcanon for the all women's peak! The textiles industry is a big part of Chinese history, and was traditionally considered to be women's work, so it would only make sense for it to be Xian Shu Peak's peak specialty. It's not just one specific skill either, as spinning, weaving, dying, garment making, embroidery, rope/cord-making, etc. are all a part of the industry.
As they are a cultivation peak, I expect some of the products of their work to be defensive robes with talismans or incantations stitched into the fabric, Qiankun bags or sleeves, spirit trapping pouches, etc. If rope making is included in their preview, they could also be involved in making immortal binding cables, nets, and so forth.
Ku Xing Peak: Rites, Rituals and Purification Peak
We don't know much about Ku Xing Peak except that they live an aesthetic lifestyle. As it's common for individuals to take on certain aspects of aestheticism (simple clothes, restricted diets, abstinence, etc.) before engaging in many types of rituals, I'm inclined to believe a peak that practices aestheticism at all times would be particularly well suited for such tasks.
I tend to imagine their peak being similar to the Gusu Lan Clan, minus the music aspect (music being Qing Jing's purview). They could specialize in things like summoning spirits, communing with the dead, dispelling resentment, exorcisms, purifying objects or locations, properly laying the dead to rest, etc.
Since SVSSS predominantly focuses on demons, not ghosts, it's only natural a peak that deals more in spiritual cleansing and laying the dead to rest wouldn't be involved in the plot much.
Zui Xian Peak: Potions and Elixers Peak
While lot of fanfics make jokes about Zui Xian being a peak for alcoholics (which is completely fair, as this is the dick joke filled world of SVSSS we're talking about), my first thought upon learning of Zui Xian Peak's specialty was the immorality granting heavenly wine in the Journey to the West. Looking into the matter more, I've since learned that wine has actually been a huge part of Chinese medicine since the Han Dynasty. The traditional character for medicine even includes the radical for wine!
With this kind of precedent, it seems only logical that Zui Xian Peak doesn't merely make alcohol for social and/or enjoyment purposes, it's quite likely to be the âexternal alchemyâ peak of Cang Qiong Mountain. I expect they grow and process at least some of their own herbs and ingredients, along with performing other alcohol and potion making tasks like brewing, distilling, extracting, fermenting, filtering, infusing, and so on.
Next, my thoughts on what the three mystery peaks might be:
I am not going to try and name these peaks, as I struggle with naming things even in my own native tongue.
Hunting, Trapping and Scouting Peak
Having read MDZS before SVSSS, I found the distinct lack of archery in SVSSS to be quite peculiar. As the peak of scholars and strategists, I suppose it's only logical Qing Jing Peak focuses on the four scholarly arts (the guqin, strategy games, calligraphy, and painting), rather then the six arts of Confucian gentlemen (rites, music, archery, equestrianism, calligraphy, and mathematics), but that does leave several âartsâ free to be claimed by other peaks! This inspired me to think up a hunting and scouting peak, where disciples excel at archery and equestrianism.
Since mounted archers became a significant aspect of Chinese warfare in the 4th century BC, thanks to King Wuling of Zhao, I'd say having cultivators of this sort in a Xianxia setting is perfectly reasonable. Giving Cang Qiong Mountain sect scouts also nicely fills the gap in their martial capabilities. Without this peak they have strategists, weapon craftsman, ground troops, and suppliers, but no reconnaissance forces!
I also consider this peak to be the rough equivalent of the âBeast Taming Peakâ so many works are fond of. Who else could breed and control hundreds of spirit eagles for the Immortal Alliance Conference but a group of cultivators focused on scouting missions? As supernaturally superior mounts and spirit (hunting) dogs would be incredibly helpful to them, they'd likely engage in horse and dog breeding programs as well! Their skill as hunters and trappers would also permit them both to provide game for Cang Qiong Mountain sect, and to aid in the rounding up of various living monsters for both alchemical ingredient harvesting and for releasing at events like the Immortal Alliance Conference.
In summary, this peak would produce disciples skilled at equestrianism, archery, falconry, animal husbandry, scouting, herb gathering, hunting, trapping, etc. For anyone familiar with D&D, I did basically make a Ranger peak here, but I stand by that decision!
Artifacts, Arrays and Invention Peak
Every time I read a work with some variation on the "Mad Scientist Peak" I adore it, so naturally I have to include this type of peak as well. This peak would be for the Wei Wuxians of the cultivation world, hoping to revolutionize cultivation society!
Their focus would be mathematics, spell geometry, arrays, talismans, non-medicinal alchemy (aka ancient materials science), engineering and of course artifact recovery, study and creation. The crystal mirror âsurveillance equipmentâ from the Immortal Alliance Conference? These guys would be the ones that developed it!
Agriculture, Earthworks and Architecture Peak
While I admittedly don't know the nuances of feng shui, I am at least aware there is far more to it then what you usually see in western depictions. In MDZS, it's noted that an area having bad feng shui (like Yi City) can cause premature death, disaster, and an increase in all sorts of nasty supernatural phenomena! With this in mind, a peak that focuses on connecting to and harmonizing with one's environment seems perfect for the final Cang Qiong Mountain peak.
I don't imagine this peak doing much of the actual building in the sect (that's An Ding's job) but when it comes to designing the sect's buildings, or altering its geography through earthworks, they're the ones to talk to. I also see them as producing at least some of the sectâs food supply, using their skills to encourage a positively supernatural abundance of plants.
In short, disciples of this peak would be skilled with things like architecture, earthworks, geography, topography, irrigation, agriculture, element manipulation, etc.
If SVSSSâs heavenly realms have anything akin to TGCFâs elemental masters, there is probably an unusually high chance they come from this peak.
#SVSSS#Scum Villain's Self Saving System#Cang Qiong Mountain Sect#Cang Qiong Mountain#Xian Shu Peak#Ku Xing Peak#Zui Xian Peak#* I just realized I made not only a Ranger peak but both Druid and Artificer ones too.#* My D&D background betrays me!#* Now I feel like I should match up the rest of the peaks with their D&D classes too.#* Qing Jing is the bard and rogue peak for sure!
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Ridoc Gamlyn x reader (sweetheart!) Part three of Ridoc and Sweetheart's story words: 2.9k đ·: no real book spoilers, this will make more sense if you've read Resson (Garrick's version) but it's not required, set a week or two into Iron Flame, this is a sweetheart chapter so warning for intrusive / self-deprecating thoughts and anxiety spirals, I made a bunch of stuff up about Ridoc's life because RY never told us anything, Rhith being a cool mom, this hasn't been proofread, oops. gonna go have a bagel now byeeee
Rhith had told you that Ridoc would meet you at the gates at eleven â so naturally youâve been standing there since 10:45, rocking back and forth on your heels and peeling your cuticles.
Why did you agree to do this? Actually, this was your idea â why did you bring it up? What if heâs not going to show up, and youâre just going to stand here for an hour like an idiot?
âHey! Am I late?â he asks, startling you out of your thoughts. Heâs a little out of breath, like heâd ran here, but he offers you a wide smile nonetheless.
You open your mouth to speak just as the bells chime.Â
âGuess not,â he laughs when theyâre done. âYou ready to go?â
You nod, stuffing your hands into your pockets so he canât see the state of your fingers. Thankfully itâs not too hot to wear your flight jacket. This is your first venture into town, and you donât want to have your relic on display when youâre in a new place â just going is scary enough.
He leads the way â of course he knows where youâre going. He probably goes out every weekend with his friends; another way youâre completely different.
âI figured we could play twenty questions,â he offers. âGet to know each other a little more. You can go first, if you want.â
You take a second to remember how to speak again. âAlright, um⊠do you have any hobbies?â
âComing up with jokes is pretty time consuming.â
âAnd here I thought they were all completely spontaneous,â you say, shaking your head. âDo you write them all down in that fabled diary of yours?â
He laughs. âWould you believe me if I said I didnât actually have one?â
You tilt your head to the side, considering it. âOnly because I donât see you spending your free time sitting down, writing.âÂ
âYou wound me, sweetheart. I assure you, Iâm perfectly capable of writing complete sentences.â
âI never said you werenât. I just said that I didnât see you doing it.â
âFair. Tell me about your book,â he prompts. âThe one youâre always carrying around.â
âThatâs not a question.â
He gives you a sly smile. âWell played. Iâll rephrase, then. Whatâs the book about? Do you like it?â
âThatâs two questions.â
He laughs, warm and full. âI canât get anything past you, can I?â
âThree.â
âOkay, okay. The first one, then â what's it about?â
âThe main character is a trained assassin who is called before the king to join a contest to become his hitman, basically. But the contestants keep getting murdered in the night by some creature that they canât track down. Itâs part of a series, but Iâve never seen the other volumes anywhere. I like to imagine a different ending every time I read it.â
âYouâve read it more than once?â
You ignore the fact that thatâs yet another question, answering it without protest. âYeah. I know thatâs dumb, but it was the book I was in the middle of when my life went to shit. Itâs technically property of the library in Aretia, but it was burnt to the ground, so I never gave it back.â
Your heart beats a little faster at the mention of your hometown, and you immediately regret bringing it up, but thankfully Ridoc seems none the wiser.Â
âThereâs nothing dumb about it if it makes you happy.â
Youâve just stepped into the tiny restaurant when a man that you guess is the owner sees Ridoc and pulls him into a tight hug. âI was wondering when youâd bring your girlfriend!â
Your cheeks warm, but you donât correct him â that would be too awkward.
Ridoc doesnât correct him either. âI set up Ezra here with ice that never melts,â he explains with a smile.
âItâs been a blessing. Keeps everything fresh longer, so I donât have to waste it. You two sit â Iâll make you something special, on the house.â He disappears into the tiny kitchen in the back, leaving the two of you alone in the nearly-empty dining room.Â
Ridoc gestures to a table in the corner, away from the door, and you settle into the chair silently. You canât help but run through Garrickâs mental checklist â your back is to the wall, and you have clear sight of the two exits. You have a knife in your right boot and one in your left sleeve â plus the blunt one laid on the table in front of you. The fork would probably do more damage, though.
âI think itâs your turn.â
âHm? Oh. Right.â You take a moment to look at him. âWhy are you here?â
He gives you a stupid grin. âBecause you asked me on a date.â
You roll your eyes. âNo, I mean, why Basgiath? Why the riderâs quadrant?â
âOh, I know. I just wanted to remind you that this whole thing was your idea. But really⊠probably because Iâm an adrenaline junkie who feels like he has to prove to the world that heâs not an idiot. And Iâve always admired the riders and their magic. We can do some pretty cool shit.âÂ
Thereâs a pause, and his voice softens as he continues. âI know you didnât want to be here, so I probably sound super ignorant saying all that. I do think itâs fucked up that you didnât get a choice â and the way that they handled all of it.â
âI respect your answer. It was honest.â
His turn for a question. âHow do you feel about it, really, being here? Not here as in here,â he clarifies, tapping the table, âbut at Basgiath.â
You look at him for a second. âIs that your question, orâŠâ
âIt can be. But if you donât want to talk about it, we can go back to the dumb ones.â
âNo, itâs fine,â you say quietly, thinking for a second. âIâve accepted it, but that doesnât make it any less terrifying.â
Heâs quiet, giving you space to elaborate â the same way Garrick does; not prying, but silently offering to let you tell him what youâre thinking, if you want to.
âChallenges are the one thing here that doesnât scare me, because I donât have to think about it anymore. I know what to do if someone takes a swing at me, and I know how to disarm someone, because Garrick made me practice hundreds of times. But everything elseâŠâÂ
âIs uncertain and unfamiliar, and therefore scary,â he finishes for you.Â
Youâre a little surprised by the gentle tone of his voice, the lack of judgment in his words. âThat pretty much sums it up.â
Another pause.
âIâve had an anxiety disorder pretty much my whole life,â you admit. âI was that kid in school that everyone thought couldnât speak, because I never talked to anyone, except my siblings. Liam was my first real friend who was my age. He didnât mind the quiet. We would just sit together, and heâd do his wood carvings while I read my books. That was good enough for both of us.â
âWhere are they now? Your siblings, I mean.â
Youâre silent for a moment, looking down at the tablecloth and the barely distinguishable pattern of flowers woven into it.Â
âI know thatâs two in a row for me,â he says, backpedaling. âAnd you donât have to answer if you donât want to.â
âI had a brother and a sister. They were eight and ten years older than me, but they were my best friends. I think they knew that I didnât have anyone my age, so they always let me tag along for everything until they left for Basgiath.â
âThey went here?â
You nod. âAs infantry. When they graduated, they joined Fen Riorsonâs movement, and a few years later, they were executed along with my parents.â
âIâm so sorry,â he says softly. âI shouldnât have asked.â
Something compels you to keep talking, to push past the awkwardness and condolences. âI donât mind talking about them. Itâs hard, but they were an important part of my life, and they deserve to be remembered. Losing them was devastating, but Garrick and my foster sister helped fill that void.â
You trace a fingernail over one of the tiny flowers. âI think⊠I think thatâs why I kept pushing you away, and why I havenât really made any friends here. Being marked doesnât help, but I can never let myself get close to anyone, because everyone Iâve ever been close to has left me, one way or another.â
You canât bring yourself to say âdiedâ â and that wouldnât be quite correct, either. Garrick is very much alive, last youâd heard, but heâs at least a twelve hour flight away.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says softly. âI only met her twice, but she was always kind to me and everyone she met.â
It takes you a second to realize that he means your foster sister â as far as Ridoc and the rest of the school know, sheâd died at Resson along with Liam and Soleil.
âShe was,â you say softly.Â
It feels weird speaking about her in the past tense. You know sheâs not dead, that sheâs safe with Brennan and the elders, but the last time you saw her, she might as well have been â sheâd felt so cold, and looked so drained, unable to respond to you or even open her eyes.Â
She has to be awake by now, starting to recover. She has to push through, if for no reason other than that it would absolutely shatter both you and Garrick if she didnât.Â
Ridoc exhales, choosing his next words carefully. âI really am sorry. You shouldnât have had to go through any of that, especially so young. But for what itâs worth, which probably isnât a lot â I think youâre handling it all incredibly well, and youâre really brave for it.â
You, handling anything well? and being brave? Yeah, right. You take a sip of water to cover the look of dry disbelief on your face, but he sees it anyway.Â
âI mean it. Bravery isnât ânever being scaredâ, itâs âbeing scared but doing the scary thing anywayâ, and youâve been doing that every day for the last year â for your whole life, honestly. I think thatâs admirable.â
You blink at him for a moment, surprised.Â
âItâs true,â Rhith says gently.Â
âThank you,â you say softly â to both of them. âIâve never thought about it like that before.â
He offers you a soft smile. âI think thatâs enough deep questions for now. Thank you for telling me all of that, though. Iâm sure it wasnât easy.â
âIt wasnât,â you agree. âBut I feel⊠lighter.â
âLighter is good.â
Ezra arrives at the perfect time, holding a tray with two plates of steaming noodles and two glasses of water, placing them in front of you and making a quick exit.
Ridoc brushes a hand against his glass, and you watch the pattern of frost crawl over the edges as it chills itself near instantly. âWant me to do yours?â
You blink, realizing heâs speaking to you. âSure. Thank you.â
He pushes the cold glass toward you, taking the other and chilling it for himself.
The question comes out before you can think. âHow long did it take you to get used to the cold?â
He looks up at you, surprised. âNot long. A week, maybe. I run hot, so sometimes itâs kinda nice.â
You nod in understanding. Heâd been warm to the touch when heâd wrapped his arms around you, and youâd melted right into him. That was a first. But so is this, and it seems to be going okay.
You both eat without further discussion, every minute of quiet a little more comfortable than the last. The food is good â better than anything they serve at Basgiath.Â
âSo, whereâs home for you?â you ask after a while.
âDeaconshire,â he answers. âMy dadâs still out there. Itâs been just me and him for a while.â
âNot too far, then,â you comment, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he hadnât mentioned his mother.Â
âYeah. Iâve thought about going AWOL for an afternoon, just to see him for an hour or two. But at least the letters will arrive fast.â
âRight,â you say softly, pushing the last piece of pasta around your plate idly.Â
It hadnât really sunk in yet that you can write letters now, as a second year. You could write to Garrick, but it would be too dangerous to send anything to Aretia, with the professors reading everything to make sure thereâs no classified information being spread. You might be able to write to the Duke, and hope he passes it on to the right people, but that would still be deemed suspicious.Â
Maybe Bodhi could help you.
âWhereâd Garrick get stationed?â he asks.
âSamara,â you answer quietly.Â
He winces, knowing thatâs right on the front between Navarre and Poromiel, but he recovers quickly. âHeâs with Xaden, right? Theyâll take care of each other.â
âYeah.â
âTheyâll be fine,â he reassures. âThey were the two biggest, most intimidating dudes in fourth wing. Nobodyâs going to mess with them â but if anyoneâs dumb enough to try, theyâll get whatâs coming to them. And they can definitely kick ass in the air, too.â
Heâs right â theyâll be fine.
Probably.
âYeah,â you say again, hoping it sounds convincing. âThey can definitely hold their own.â But against wyvern⊠what if what happened to Deigh happens to Chradh or Sgaeyl, and thereâs nothing they can do?Â
You force the thought out of your head before the universe can hear it and make it come true.Â
âYou ready to head back?â he asks gently.
You nod in affirmation, and he gets up, finding Ezra. The owner bids him a cheerful goodbye that includes a hearty pat on the back, while you stand by the table and offer him a weak wave and a soft thank you.
The walk back to the school is quiet, only the crunching of gravel under your boots, but this time the silence isnât as loud.
Youâve already said everything you needed to say, laid all your cards face up on the table and shown them to the other â almost all of them, you think with a little flare of guilt, but there are some things you just canât tell anyone, for the sake of Tyrrendor in its entirety.
âThis oneâs mine,â you say quietly, stopping in front of your door.Â
You call it yours, but it doesnât feel that way. Just because you sleep here and your stuff is piled up in the corner, yet to be unpacked, doesnât make it feel like yours, and doesnât make it feel safe, despite the ward that Garrick had helped you put up before he left for Samara with Xaden.
Ridoc offers you a warm smile. âThank you for taking a chance on me. Iâd really like to see you again, if you want.â
âIâd like that too.â
He lingers, and for a moment youâre worried that heâs expecting something of you, but he remains a few steps away, his hands in his pockets.
âThank you,â you add. âFor today. And for finding me yesterday.â
âOf course, sweetheart. And next time you start to feel that way, you can have Rhith tell Aotrom to get me, okay? You shouldnât have to deal with that alone.â
âOkay,â you say softly.Â
He gives you another knee-weakening smile before he heads off, disappearing into a room that must be his â eight doors down, on the other side of the hall.
You make it inside just as the bells strike twelve thirty. The afternoon is still young.
You decide to unpack â starting by shoving the box of your sisterâs things into the bottom of the armoire. Youâd burned most of her stuff, to maintain the appearance that sheâs actually dead, but you and Garrick had both taken some for yourselves. Malek couldnât get mad about that, right?
You donât know if you should worry what he thinks or not â you despise him for taking everyone away from you, but you need to remain in his good graces if you want to keep the few people you have left. But you arenât sure how â it remains unclear what you did, or didnât do, to deserve that.Â
âIt was nothing you did,â Rhith says gently, startling you. âAnd you didnât deserve it.â
âSorry,â you stammer. âI didnât mean to project that to you.â
âWeâve talked about the apologies, sweet one,â she prods. âTheyâre never necessary.â
âSorââ you stop yourself before you can finish the word. âIâll work on that.â
She changes the subject for you. âIâm proud of what you did today. I know that was difficult for you.â
âItâs easier with him,â you say quietly. âI donât know why, but it is.â
âMany things donât require explanation. It is enough to simply appreciate them.âÂ
Spoken like a true green. âI wish I could be as logical as you,â you sigh.Â
âThere is value in both logic and emotion, but there is a balance to be found between them.â
You sit with the statement for a moment as you start to fold the laundry youâd shoved into a bag and dragged up the stairs when youâd moved, trying to smooth out the wrinkles to no avail.
âWhat do you think?â you ask. âabout him, I mean.â
âI think he has a good heart. He genuinely cares for you, but it is your decision whether to trust him or not. And even if you do, there are some things that he can never know.â
âYeah,â you say softly. âI know.â
âIâm proud of you, my girl.â
Youâre a little bit proud of yourself too.
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i need to know everything about your infected like. now
Okay Dokay! (Iâm gonna say everything that comes to mind I might miss stuff or repeat previously said things but I love never re-reading what I wrote)
God I got a lot to say sorry, I put this at the bottom too but if anyone ever has specific questions I will be (very) happy to answer them!!!
Infected is, at face value, pretty good at kinda acting like Kasper. Which is why nobody else really seems too bothered by his switch up besides Lampert. Lampert knew him best and for REAL so, well yea you know. He would know when his best friend is acting wrongggg
I think that the virus was inside the roomba that infected has in their apartment. The irony is too perfect, because I donât imagine Kasper being gods cleanest fella so the idea of the thing that basically wiped out his consciousness coming from something he got to try and start being cleaner. I think he wouldâve gotten the roomba because Lampert was basically begging him to do something to try and fix his fuck ass apartment
The virus itself feeds off of consciousness, it overwhelms and takes over the pervious one then kinda produces a shitty copy of it so it can continue feed off any form of consciousness that couldâve been
Infected MAY have the iq of wall paper. Stupid and dumb.
Infected kinda just has like 0 form of self preservation because the virus itself doesnât really⊠understand it I guess? Itâs more of like a âFEELING PAIN IS A WASTE OF TIME!â Although it wouldnât just be pain-centric. He just kinda does fuck-all because itâs fun or everyone else does it or whatever
The error pattern on his arm (and other parts of his body tbh) can spread to other things via touch, but it doesnât really just stay there
The virus is kinda weird because itâs like. Very much digital but it also is clearly affecting him physically? So it kinda just. Is both things at once I dunno magic elevator magic virus yellow person with dot eyes and no nose what can I say.
Infected is a flat and static character, he is unchanging as is, he is only the face value personality of Kasper, itâs like trying to hold a conversation with a half baked answer machine. After a while he kinda just starts repeating things.
Infected is friends with Split and Poob, as mentioned on the wiki. Itâs not even remotely comparable to what Kasper and Lampert had though (đą). They are more of like yea letâs invite Infected over to a party since he kinda seems to just stand in the corner and be a freak. They enjoy Infectedâs presence, but again itâs like speaking to an answer machine after awhile
Kasper would frequently change up his look, keeping a few things like his hat always but he was like constantly trying out different colors and whatever clothing stuff, but when he became Infected he kind of jsut got stuck on the tough guys wear pink shirt era (going full npc, wearing literally nothing else because ah yes this is Kasper and I am âKasperâ)
Almost nothing truly gets to infected, yea heâs upset about pop tart but itâs all very shallow and more played off as a joke. Bros life is all sunshine and rainbows wait till he hears about taxes đ
^ however, itâs not impossible for things to really break through for them. Albeit really just not that likely, they could be made SUPER MEGA UPSET! Itâs times like that when he actually seems to have even just undertones of Kasper existing (which is why, despite Lampert HATING infected, I think there would be a time he shoves those feelings aside and tries to comfort infected because thatâs still his best friends face)
Infected cannot stand be called Kasper. He ignores it for a bit but after a while he lashes out pretty badly. To be fair though, having 0 memories of someone but everyone else claiming you are them is kinda weird
Infected (specifically) would sound like cooper2723, shitty mic and all
Infected skates like skate 3. He does that speed glitch every time and nobody gets it. He also sometimes rolls full force into a curb and just flies off the skate board (he forgort)
Eczema rep as mentioned before, the stupid error texture is super extremely itchy, but thatâs also why itâs spread so much because he fucking scratches the hell outta it. It also just hurts in general (LIKE IF U HAD SAND PAPER. ON UR SKIN. ALWAYS.) but again 0 sense of self preservation bruh donât give a fuck
He wears the arm warmer to try and hide the error texture. He consciously does not really have a reason but it is in order for the virus to try and be more discreet. Not many people have really taken a notice or care at least so itâs kinda working..? (Not rlly itâs pretty obvious)
Infected HATES unpleasant a blood curdling amount. It doesnât matter if unpleasant does literally nothing they will blame EVERYTHING on unpleasant. Uh oh bad weather? Itâs that fucking gradientâs fault
Infected sometimes just starts tweaking. Like straight Blair witching or honestly even like the boss in s2 of smiling friends. He goes right back to normal but he just does that sometimes (itâs because thereâs another backseat driver getting pissed off and existing again before going bed bye go the next however long)
Kasper had pretty bad anger issues but he was able to not start genuinely losing it. Infected however. Infected is gods happiest/angriest soldier
He could be a real smiler, a real big yaaaayyyyyy typa fella one second but one thing sets him off and he is a nightmare to be around. We talking cod lobby throwing shit hair pulling slur yelling type stuff
Infected lives on energy drinks.
They also donât really sleep, itâs seen as a waste of time when he could be saying terrible things online or skateboarding off a building. Only real time he does anything that a normal human NEEDS to do is when heâs like sims 4 forced to (I.e straight up passing tf out on the floor)
I made this up because I wanted BOTH but his stupid ass SNOT, when itâs green thatâs just icky snot when itâs pink thatâs not snot or blood but a malicious 3rd option (the error infection thing, although it is kind of just like blood for him at least)
Infected doesnât really realize that people change appearance over time and thatâs like normal so he may do absolutely fuckall half the time but he does maintain appearance (hair cut/dye clothes) and stuff very well because they think they have to look exactly like how Kasper did at the point of infection
Errr heâs aroace :) and trans :) yah :) because kasper is :) đ§Ąđđ€đ©”đđ§Ąđđ€đ©”đđ§Ąđđ€đ©”đđ§Ąđđ€đ©”đ yaaaayyyyyyyyyyy
Infectedâs eyes actually are white, thatâs not just stylistic choice. Or at least they kinda catch the light the way a catâs does. He is very very eerie in the dark because of this. The error pattern is unaffected by lighting (because. Itâs an error texture.) so that combined with white ass eyes and some guy who stands and moves like something else puppeteering a human is⊠eerie.
Heâs Wasian! Korean-American specifically. He does have a Korean name but really just doesnât go by it ever
This isnât Infected-centric but relating to Kasper, he grew up mainly with his mom cuz his dad peaced tf out (lol). He did like his dad though, which is why he wore the hat all the time, at this point though he doesnât really care about his dad and just wears it because itâs his fucking hat and he does not take that shit off
Infected constantly acts out of it, extreme fever style. Weird forgetful says nonsense half the time and just laughs at everything when heâs not busy smiling creepily
Infected is indifferent on everyone, he doesnât particularly hold grudges (he just forgets about any arguments in general or ignores them) he only really hates unpleasant
He isnât really enemy to anyone due to the infection trying to get a good way to spread (if ur around a bunch of people all the time, I mean likeeee)
Thereâs other things but this is very long and I dunno, if anyone has specific questions Iâd be happy to answer!!!
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ryan condall said "this would make Aegon popular and we can't have that". That little nudge sunfyre did alone did me in. Imagine if we actually had fair unbiased writers. đ
Wait??? Is this true đ omg
Oh, Condal never said that verbatim but he might as well have. I was just making a joke with how biased the writers are against doing anything that might take the spotlight away from Rhaenyra. Just this small moment between him and Sunfyre is what most people are talking about after the episode so imagine if we had unbiased writers.
Aegon and Sunfyre are literally known for their bond. It might be one of the strongest bonds between a dragon and its rider. At this point he's also been a rider for a decade and yet:
They literally directed him to make Aegon look like he doesn't know what he's doing on a dragon. (Just, why??!)
It's ridiculous at this point how biased they are.
I've given up after they said B&C was just greens propaganda and how they imagined you might start wanting to root for Blood and Cheese, the fucking child murderers. But must they take everything away from the greens? Then they also wanted to retcon the fact that Dreamfyre (Helaena's dragon) is likely the mother of Dany's dragons and made it Syrax (Rhaenyra's) instead.
As a result the writing suffers for everyone including Rhaenyra who I've seen casual viewers start to think of as boring, insufferable, and cliche.
It's also on the record that Aegon is deliberately made to look ugly and disheveled. TGC is a pretty mfer and he said they were trying their best to make him look like Chucky. đ
TGC had to improvise that "do you love me" line to humanize Aegon because not only were they giving him absolutely nothing to work with, they also had to legitimize the unreliable rumors that he was a rapist.
I can imagine it must be so frustrating for TGC to be the only one to understand his character. He actually read the Dance! And I'm not sure if other cast members were so diligent. So he knows about Aegon being an important character in the events, only to be given this Ryan Condal and Sara Hess crack fic.
#house of the dragon#aegon ii targaryen#hotd#sunfyre#hotd s2#anti hotd#hotd critical#team green#tom glynn carney#answered
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