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03 | Over the Moon

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→ summary: You feel isolated in the vast American country with no one but your older brother and your six rowdy friends to keep you company. But when they disappear without a trace, you're left with nothing. Nothing until you become dragged into the world of the mob. The mafia world promises glory, fame and big bucks. But that comes with backstabbing, pain, regret and vengeance behind the veils. You're not ready for that alone. Are you?

→ genre: 85% angst, 15% fluff | mafia!au

→ warnings: profanity, arms dealing, cat-calling, sexualized/suggestive comments, female objectification, death threats, mentions of taking shrooms, prostitution

→ wordcount: 8.6k

It was almost like a dream. And you kinda wish it was.

The late-night adrenaline had caused you to lash out on Yoongi and Namjoon with only small reason. Had you been too mean to them? It was only logical to mourn over their friend's death and even more so to be haunted by a sibling of his that reminded them of him.

But really. Was it right for them to strategize to get you to leave? It was your choice to come here and stay; well, kind of. Initially, it might've been because of Jimin's will, but now... Now, this was all you. You wanted to stay to follow through—to get vengeance. To make things right.

When you wake up, your thoughts are still crowded. It's not often you wake up with a headache, but you guess this is just one of those days. Or maybe it's because you have too much on your mind. After eavesdropping on Yoongi and Namjoon's talk, you haven't felt the most comfortable. And it's worse to think that you're supposed to be working with Yoongi and the fact that Namjoon was your brother's best friend.

It looks like it's still morning, so maybe you'll get some breakfast to clear your head. With a long sigh, you trudge into your bathroom to take a warm shower, drying your hair and putting on some fresh clothes afterward.

Your stomach is growling by the time you freshen up, but you suddenly aren't so sure about going to breakfast as realization dawns on you. It's going to be so awkward between me and Yoongi and Namjoon... Especially after that bit of an outburst you had before you had left them.

But at this point, they can't do anything to make you leave. And if they try to get you to leave, you'll fight right back. You're doing this to avenge your brother; you owe too much to Jimin, so that much you can do for him, right?

They'll just have to deal with the fact that you remind them of him.

You swallow the uncomfortable feeling that had long since settled in your stomach and make your way to the dining room. By the time you arrive, you realize almost everyone was already there, except Taehyung and Jungkook. But the dining table had been set with breakfast, so they must've served it and left while the rest of the men waited for you.

"Good morning," you say, curtly. You quickly glance over at Yoongi and Namjoon, and Yoongi gives you a small nod, but Namjoon looks away, avoiding eye contact with you. You frown slightly but try to not let it bother you too much.

"Good morning, Y/N," Jin says, smiling. "Good night's sleep?"

He asks you that every day. And every day, you say:

"Kind of."

"How's your neck?" Yoongi asks, looking you straight in the eyes as he inquires. He usually speaks with his actions; you know him best for always being the one to hand you tissues when you're feeling down, so it was quite the surprise to hear him speak to you so early in the day.

"Oh, my neck?" you ask, your hand automatically moving up to touch the back of it. Bad move. You hiss as your skin stings from your delicate touch. Right. You'd totally forgotten you'd even gotten that scarification... The mark of which symbolizes your loyalty to the gang and the mark that Yoongi and Namjon probably didn't approve of.

"Try not to touch it, okay?" Yoongi says. As per usual, he doesn't make another move to drag the conversation on, so you just nod and drop you hand by your side.

The rest of the breakfast ensues quite normally. Well, kind of. You find Yoongi sliding pieces of fruit on your plate and Namjoon offering you drinks. It's as if they're doing nice things for you to say they're sorry. But you're not exactly buying it.

You notice that the breakfast table becomes too solemn without the usual center of attention: Taehyung. Oh, and his best man, Jungkook. Really, the silence is unbearable and curiosity is killing you. You have no choice but to do something about it and ask the question that's been occupying your mind for weeks.

"Hey, Jin?" you say.

Seokjin looks up and right at you. "Hm?"

"What are we gonna do about Jimin's murder?"

At that, every little side conversation ceases and all attention turns on you.

Aware that everyone's watching, you start to sweat a little bit, stumbling over your words as you say, "How are we, uh, going to find which gang the murderer resides in? I just think... I mean, I think we should act fast before the evidence is, you know, gotten rid of..."

Your question is followed by more silence.

Now everyone looks at Seokjin, expecting him to answer.

Jin raises his eyebrows before looking you dead in the eyes. "Well..." he says, trailing off. "Taehyung and Jungkook are absent from today's breakfast..." He pauses, watching your face contort in confusion, then he turns to his friend, completely ignoring you. "Pass the butter, Namjoon. Please."

"What?" You frown. Was he implying that they had gone off to find your brother's murderer? But why not just outright tell you instead of making it difficult for you to understand right away?

Frankly, you feel out of place. You're obviously not used to being a Crescent, while the rest of them have been involved for several years. There are unmistakably unspoken rules here. Rules that you are yet to be aware of. The rest of the breakfast goes by in a blur as you let the others do the stupid, shallow talk. You stay silent, too immersed in your thoughts. The only place you feel like you belong is in your thoughts, anyways.

By the time you finish eating, Taehyung and Jungkook are back. Without a word, they start to clear the dinner table. You're about to ask if they got a lead on the murderer when Hoseok practically drags you away from the dining room with Yoongi close behind. They take you to one of the many empty corridors of the mansion where the air is too cold and the towering ceiling intimidates you.

"What do you want?" you ask them defiantly.

"What do you want, my ass," Hoseok sighs, raking a hand through his hair. "You've honestly got some nerve, Y/N. We keep business off of the dinner table."

It takes you a split second to realize 'business' directly translates to 'mafia deals.'

You scoff, raising your eyebrows. "Well, I wasn't informed."

"But it was silently implied," Hoseok retorts. "You approach with caution, understood? The boss and the underboss have it covered. No need to pester them."

"I'm sorry," you say, exasperated. "Can you really blame me, though? I'm confused, can't you tell? I just want to know if my own brother's death will be justified."

"She's right. Cut her some slack, Hoseok. She's new here," Yoongi sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares right at you. "You've got a lot to learn."

"I—" you start.

"But you shouldn't worry too much about it," Yoongi quickly says. He takes a quick glance at his watch before looking back up at you. "C'mon, we have a sale today, so we'll have to teach you everything in advance."

You look nervously at the two of them, unsure of what to say.

"It's not that bad," Hoseok snorts. "They fear us, you know, the other gangs. They wouldn't dare to lay a finger on you if that's what you're worried about."

The weapons room is bright. There is a musty smell in there, which reminds you of oil. The amount of guns and ammunition gives you slight anxiety, and you're sure to keep your footsteps light, just in case a harsh step might set a weapon to go off. The thing is, you've never exactly seen a real gun before, let alone a whole room of them, so this is completely new territory for you.

Hoseok begins to explain the weapons and their values to you, but he begins to lose his patience when you mistakenly mix up the bolt act rifle with the semi-automatic rifle. In your defense, they kind of look similar, but apparently not.

So, Yoongi, the more patient one, takes over from there. He calmly re-explains the weapons, asking you to pay extra caution to the cost fluctuations. And damn, "Some of these are expensive, aren't they?" you ask. "Others can afford them?"

"Oh, honey," Hoseok grins. "Of course they're expensive. What do you think they do with these, Y/N? They kill people. Now, human life doesn't come at a cheap cost, does it?"

When he puts it that way, the guns are too cheap.

"You'll be in charge of monitoring our gross profit," Yoongi says. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah... sure," you mutter. There's just something about this room that makes you feel uncomfortable. Again, it feels like you don't belong here. You can't help but wonder what your parents would say if they found out you were putting your economics degree to use in the black market.

"Anyways, we have an appointment with the Black Mambas, today," Hoseok says, looking you up and down. "You can watch but you're not allowed to interfere."

Interfere? you think. Why the hell would I want to interfere?

"WHOOOO!"

"Maybe we'll buy more off of ya if she wears a short skirt next time!"

"Better yet, no skirt!"

"Didn't know the Crescents were starting a brothel!"

"We aren't," Hoseok cuts in, his voice harsh and sharp. "Business is over. Leave."

"You sure she doesn't want to come with us?" one of the Mambas jeer. "I promise, sweetcakes, we'll take good care of you."

Your clenched fists shake by your sides as you bite your tongue to keep from smarting back a reply.

"She's fine where she is," Yoongi sighs.

"Oh, c'mon, just give us a little taste!"

"OUT!" Hoseok roars. "Unless you'd like to see her shove a gun barrel up your dick."

The Mambas burst out in laughter. "She'd like that, wouldn't she?"

Your lips tremble as you do your best to look up at the ceiling so your tears don't spill out.

"Oh, no," Hoseok grins. "We'd like that. Imagine how fun it would be to skin each and everyone one of you... Boil you just a little bit until you're begging us for death. And end it slowly, painfully on a bed of sharp nails. Would you like that? We can do that for you, you know. Your wish is our command, customer."

The men aren't laughing after that.

"Tell your boss to send different bastards next time. Tell him the Crescents will rescind the deal if we see you in the next sale," Yoongi says. "But besides that, we wish you our best, customer."

"Any funny business as you go out and we'll promise not only will you never see the light of day again, but your friends, family and loved ones will also all be killed. Brutally. Thank you," Hoseok says. "Now, get the fuck out."

He smiles as the men quickly scramble to leave the room. They never look back once.

"That was fun," Hoseok snorts as the men are completely gone from sight. "We don't usually get this much drama during sales."

"Fun? Fun?!" you scoff, blinking away your tears. "I became an object! You call that fun? I've never been more afraid in my whole life!"

"Woah, there, honey," Hoseok sighs. "At least you didn't lose your temper like that when they were here."

"W-What..." you scoff. "Tell me you didn't just say that."

"Oh, but I did," Hoseok says, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going upstairs." He doesn't speak again, not even showing the tiniest bit of remorse before he slams the door shut on his way out.

"Fucking unbelievable," you mutter, wiping away your tears on the back of your sleeve.

"I'm sorry," a soft voice soothes. "We... Well, we don't usually have women in gangs." You look up to see Yoongi awkward looking down at his feet. "Would you, uh, like a tissue?" he asks, holding up a packet of tissues.

"Yes, please," you say, sniffling as Yoongi hands you the packet over. "Sorry. I feel like I'm always crying here. Doesn't help that Hoseok seems to not give a fuck about me... Sorry," you apologize again. "You don't even want me here, either. I'll just... I'll just go to my room and be completely useless now."

You wipe your tears with the tissue, throwing the packet back to Yoongi who instinctively catches it. Then, without another word, you turn to leave.

"W-Wait. Y/N."

Oh? You turn around, half-hoping he'd do something to console you. But he doesn't.

"What was the profit today?"

Your hopes shatter.

"Ten thousand."

"R-Right. Thanks."

You turn to leave again, sighing to yourself and wondering if any of this would get any better.

"Y/N?"

You pause in your tracks.

"You know what we're going to do with the money, right?"

You don't answer.

"We're going to find Jimin's killer with every last bit of it, okay?"

Okay. You leave without another word.

You'll never get used to the too-bright lights of the dealer room. You'll also never get used to this stupid new job.

It's terrifying to deal with gang members that look like they'll murder you in cold blood. Especially being in a room full of weapons, you're still always left wondering if 'accidents' will ever occur.

But Yoongi and Hoseok both swear nothing bad will happen. You can only take their word for it.

The worst part of the job, however, is not the potential safety issues, but the attitudes of the disgusting men that come and go.

"How much for that?" an intimidating gang member asks as he points at some handgun in your direction.

"The semi-auto pistol? It's—" Hoseok starts.

"No, not the weapon, the girl."

Your mouth drops open.

"I heard she's part of your gang," the hitman sneers. "Can't say how much help she'll be. But she's making good eye candy. How much for her?"

Your fists clench as he speaks of you like a fucking object. You're so, so close to breaking your cool and flinging a gun barrel at the man, but you know that'll probably cost you your life.

Luckily, Yoongi steps in for you.

"She's not for sale," he says, looking at the man straight in the eyes.

The hitman snorts, "Aw, come on... Lemme get a look."

You stumble backward as the man steps closer to you. You can feel his eyes burning into your face, your body. Instinctively, you hold your breath, willing yourself not to fling a punch into his face.

Let him look. He can't do anything to you, you tell yourself.

"What's a sweet-looking girl like you doing here?" he grins. "Sell yourself to the Crescents?"

You can't say you haven't heard this before. After all, you've been coming to these stupid sales since a week ago... But it's hard to get used to it.

"Our business here is over," you say in the most authoritarian voice you could muster up.

The man laughs. "How cute." He turns to Yoongi and Hoseok. "Five hundred."

It takes you a moment to realize he's talking about the price. Of you.

And apparently, you're only worth half a thousand bucks.

"Do I look like a prostitute to you? Get lost," you say, gritting your teeth.

The hitman chuckles under his breath, cocking his head as he examines your face. "Feisty. One thousand."

"That's enough," Yoongi sighs. "Get the fuck out of here."

"Unless you want to be involved in a fight that might end with us burying your body in a ditch," you say as your fists shake in anger.

"What did you fucking say to me? Is that a threat, bitch?" He takes a brooding step towards you.

Your legs are trembling, but you will yourself to stand still, straightening up your body and glaring at the man despite your mentality threatening to break. Your heart pounds so loudly in your ears that you have to take a moment to take a deep breath before you speak.

"Yes, it was a threat," you say, gritting your teeth.

"You heard her. Leave," Hoseok sighs as he cocks the pistol in his hands. "Oh, my bad. Unless you'd rather die here."

"Fucking bitch," the man mutters. He stares at the gun in Hoseok's hand and glares at it for a split second before spitting on the ground and turning to leave.

And as soon as he's gone, you feel like you can breathe again, but your legs give out and you drop to the floor with tears welling up in your eyes.

"Oh god, Y/N. Grow up," Hoseok sighs, shaking his head. "You've got to get used to this. It's been a week."

"Ugh, I know, I'm sorry," you sniffle, trying to wipe your tears away. Yoongi crouches down to hand you a tissue and you give him a small, thankful smile. "I'm just... God, I get so scared when they come near me. And it's not like I can defend myself either... If I hit them, I'm afraid I'll be hit right back."

"You did well," Yoongi says, "you know, threatening him like that."

Hoseok laughs. "Honestly, you've got balls, Park."

Yoongi flinches at the mention of the all-too-familiar surname but he brushes it off, standing up. "Hey, Y/N, let's go upstairs. Hoseok, tell Jungkook to clean up the room."

Hoseok nods, rolling his eyes. "I hate it when some barbarian fucking spits on the floor." He cocks his head as he watches you trying to pathetically dry your tears with the tissue. "You going to console her?"

Yoongi shrugs, but he extends a hand, which you take to get up on shaky legs.

"Don't be so soft on her. It'll only get worse from here," Hoseok says, shaking his head.

"Whatever," Yoongi mumbles. "Let's go," he tells you.

You nod, following him as he leads you away from the dealing chamber. Yoongi walks slightly in front of you, never looking back to see if you're following him. You slowly trail behind him, unsure what will happen when he stops walking.

Yoongi leads you into the kitchen, and he gestures for you to sit down on one of the high chairs that surround the kitchen island.

"It's good to have herbal tea when you need to be soothed," he mutters as he rummages around the cabinets to find the ingredients. "If I can only find where everything is..."

"Thank you," you manage to say.

"Not a big deal," Yoongi mumbles. He sighs, leaning back against the kitchen counter. "Usually, Taehyung has all of this covered, but he's not here at the moment..."

You cock your head. "Um, do you want me to help you make the tea? I think I know where the teapot is."

"Yeah, thanks," Yoongi sighs. "Sorry. I should've prepared something."

"No, it's fine," you say. "You couldn't have, anyways. We were at a sale."

"Right..."

You find the teapot in thirty seconds flat while Yoongi comes across the tea cabinet quite serendipitously.

"Yuja tea?" he asks.

"Yeah. How'd you guess?"

"I figured you needed something sweet... You know, and something a bit homely. We used to drink it a lot when we were young, too."

"I'm kinda amazed you remember all that," you say, sliding back into the seat behind the kitchen island.

"Of course I'd remember," Yoongi says, turning on the stove to place the kettle on it. "We had a pretty nice childhood. I think we all remember it quite well."

You hum in agreement.

"And I'm sorry about what you have to go through right now."

Your head jerks up as you look at Yoongi. "Really? You don't have to be sorry."

"Come on, Y/N. I think someone owes you an apology, and since the others are too stubborn to do it, I will. I'm sorry we weren't able to protect your brother. And I'm sorry you have to deal with those bastards in the sales. I apologize for all of us. I know we're not like the people you've known at all... But, frankly, I don't remember how we were before, either..." Yoongi sighs. "I can't imagine what you're going through. And the fact that this territory is completely foreign to you..."

"It's fine, Yoongi. I'm fine. I swear. You don't have to apologize on behalf of anyone. I just..." you trail off, looking for the right words. "I'm just not used to things yet. Sure, I feel a bit like an outsider here, but I know I'll get used to things fast. I'm a good adapter, Yoongi. I think I'll be fine."

"Just tell me when things become too rough for you," he answers, nodding. He turns to pour the tea in little white paper cups before handing one to you and keeping one for himself.

You smile to yourself. "We used to drink Yuja tea in these same white disposable cups. You know, after we all saved up money and went to Korean barbecue? Remember they had the tea vending machine?"

Yoongi chuckles, "Of course I remember. I used to give my drink to Hoseok because he liked it so much."

"Really? I always thought you drank your tea too fast and Hoseok took too damn long. I think you win the title for Silent Helper, Yoongi," you say, laughing slightly. "I mean, look at me. You've done the most to make me feel accepted here. I got a door slam from Jungkook already and Namjoon doesn't even talk to me anymore. Everyone else probably sees me as someone useless... But ironically, though you didn't want me here, you've done the most to help me... You've done the most to make me actually want to stay... You're the Tissue Man."

Yoongi had been silently nodding up to the point you'd called him a Tissue Man. "I'm sorry, what?" he asks.

"The Tissue Man," you respond, grinning as you take a sip of your tea. "I've probably received more tissues from you in a span of a few weeks than calls from my parents in my whole life," you joke.

Yoongi laughs out loud. "I guess I've brought the name upon myself."

"Right?" You grin.

"Right," he replies.

And from there, the conversation is easy, deceptively easy. You end up talking with Yoongi until it's near dinnertime by which Jungkook and Taehyung enter the kitchen to prepare dinner.

You and Yoongi didn't want to get in their way, so the two of you left and parted. As you walk back to your room, you can't help but feel better about yourself. You just need time. Time to integrate into this family. Time to get used to this lifestyle. Time to heal, too.

Everything will play out just right.

You hear that Jimin? I'm all right.

You know you’re spending too much time with JK and Tae when pretty girls come to you, expecting you to hook up with them just for their looks. JK and Tae have no problem with one night stands. I don’t like it. I don’t fit in. But I don’t think I have a choice.

We work together for god’s sake. I’m always spending time with them. Maybe, consequently, I’m becoming like them. It’s not necessarily bad... It’s just not me.

Boss won’t let any of us bring girls home. I wouldn’t dare disobey him. Especially when the underboss is observant... I’ve heard from JK that Tae wants to try sneaking someone in one day. I don’t think they’re gonna get far.

I also think the others are too busy to think of girls. I wish I was. Now I’m being dragged into bars, strip clubs, (almost into a brothel but I fought my way out) and I hate it. I don’t know why I’m letting myself be pushed around like this. But maybe I want to fit in? JK and Tae are the only ones who can truly get me now. I have no choice but to be like them.

But I hope I’m able to remember how to say no the next time they ask if I want to take shrooms.

I also hope we don’t find ourselves in a whore house. Underboss sat me down to talk to me the last time we went and he sounded so disappointed in me that I just... I don’t want to experience anything like that again.

I haven’t talked to Hoseok and Yoongi in weeks. They’re too busy these days for us. Sometimes, I feel like I have no one here.

I shouldn’t say that. JK and Tae are good friends. They really are. They’re loyal, kind, (outside the torture room) and somewhat benevolent (also outside the torture room). But I can’t help that I don’t fit in. Whatever. This is bullshit talk. I’ll stop writing now. Have to get ready to go out anyways.

As you read more into the diary, you see how distant the Jimin who wrote it is from the Jimin you knew. Granted, the entries are less cold as they were in the very back, but something about his writing lacks passion, lacks love. Lacks life.

There's something about the way he refuses to call Seokjin and Namjoon by their names that seems unsettling to you. And the fact that he feels as if he doesn't fit in... It's kinda like how you're feeling right now, except with Yoongi and Hoseok, not Taehyung and Jungkook.

It hurts to see that your brother wasn't completely happy in his life. It also scares you to think he was involved in drugs and prostitution, albeit because of Taehyung and Jungkook. And now you're having second thoughts about them, too.

It's disgusting that they'd want to drag your brother in a brothel and have him take shrooms... What other inhumane things did the three of them do?

And the supposed torture room? What were you to do with this information? Should you confront Jungkook and Taehyung?

It's hard to believe that such playful people had turned into something so... sinister. You'd hate to admit it, but you're just a teeny bit afraid of them. You've experienced the male gaze one too many times doing your job for the Crescents. Were Jungkook and Taehyung like the hitmen from other gangs who you absolutely despise? Were you an object to them too?

You possibly can't be.

All the times you'd fallen asleep in Taehyung's arms while watching a horror movie in the dark. All the times Jungkook woke you up by screaming after a particularly gory jump scare. All the times you'd laughed your asses off together. All the times you'd pranked Hoseok with them. All the times you'd run away together while Hoseok chased you with a slipper in hand. All those memories can't go to waste. You'd proved to them countless times that you're their friend—that you're a human just like them.

Even so... It's obvious the two had changed. You've heard their sexual comments before... that was rather hard to forget.

Whatever. They can't be worse than the hitmen you've met during the sales. Right?

But then again, they have an alleged torture chamber and they've surely murdered a couple of people. Maybe they're not so different. Either way, you want answers from them about your brother. They should be able to give you descriptions about Jimin that don't sound so distant like in his diary.

So you walk around the mansion, first knocking on Jungkook's door to check if he was in his room. Which, he was not. That meant Taehyung wasn't in his room since the two of them practically went everywhere together.

You finally come to the conclusion that they must be in the kitchen preparing for dinner. Sure enough, they're in there when you walk in.

"Oh, Y/N, what a surprise!" Taehyung exclaims as he turns around from you from the oven. His cheeks are flushed pink from the heat and he quickly wipes his hands on his apron. "We're just preparing dinner. Right, JK?"

"Right, Tae!" Jungkook calls from the pantry.

"So, what's up?" Taehyung asks as he takes off his apron and leans on the kitchen island, staring at you intently with a smirk playing on his lips. "Wanted a taste before the real meal?"

"I, uh..." you stutter, unsure if the last statement was a crude innuendo or not. "I was just curious..."

"About me? Oh, sweetheart," Taehyung croons. "I'm an open book. What would you like to know?"

"No, Taehyung. I was curious about my brother," you say. "You know what? I'm sorry if you're busy. Maybe I should come back later."

"No, no, c'mon, Y/N. I'll be serious, I swear. What about Jimin?" he asks, gesturing you to take a seat.

"I mean... just what he was like, you know?" you say, timidly. "I missed out on a lot of memories."

"Oh? Well, in that case, JUNGKOOK!" Taehyung calls. "Come here!"

Jungkook dashes over with wide eyes. "What?" he asks. "Did something happen?"

"No, Y/N just wants to know what Jimin was like," Taehyung grins. "Think it'd be better if you helped me explain."

"Ah, right," Jungkook says. "What about him specifically?"

"Anything," you say.

"He hated us," Taehyung snorts.

You frown.

"I'm just playing with you. We all loved each other, of course. Bromance forever, but I could tell he didn't like what we like," Taehyung clarifies. "And we like a lot of hardcore stuff, darling."

"I think Jimin was closest to the underboss at heart," Jungkook says, scratching his head. "But it's not like they even got to talk that much."

"Call him Kim Namjoon, for heaven's sake, Jungkook," Taehyung rolls his eyes. "He's not even here."

"I remember that," you say, wistfully. "Back then, he was best friends with Namjoon... Why didn't they get to talk much?"

Taehyung laughs. "Why didn't they get to talk much, you say? Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew."

You give him a puzzled look.

"That Kim Namjoon won't talk to anyone without a college degree," Taehyung says almost scornfully. "Pretentious ass."

Your heart falls. "And you... Jungkook and Jimin never went to college... Right. Why?"

"Some people had to stay behind, Y/N," Jungkook says, fidgeting with his fingers.

"For what purpose?" you ask, scrunching your eyebrows.

"To make a hierarchy," Taehyung snorts. "Which, if you haven't noticed, Jungkook and I are at the bottom of."

"O-Oh," you say, taken aback by such an upfront answer.

"You're wondering where you stand?" Taehyung asks.

You weren't, but you were now.

"I'd say above us but below Yoongi and Hoseok," Taehyung says. "That degree of yours makes you better than us already."

"I-I don't know what to say."

Taehyung grins. "A lot of women don't after dealing with me."

"Still planning to sneak girls into the mansion, huh?" you sigh.

Taehyung frowns. "How'd you—"

"I have my sources," you say. "Anyways, sorry I bothered you two... Do you need any help with dinner? I'd be happy to help."

"It's okay, Y/N," Jungkook says. "You can go and relax, but thank you for asking."

"Oh, alright..." you say. "Thanks, by the way."

"No problem at all," Taehyung says, winking at you. "And if you're ever feeling a little lonely at night, my bedroom is always open."

"I'll keep that in mind," you dryly say as you walk away with a frown.

They've changed, there's no doubt about it. And you wonder if they would've changed this much if there wasn't a stupid 'hierarchy.'

Dinner had been delicious as usual, but you couldn't exactly focus on the food. Ever since Taehyung confirmed the hierarchy, you couldn't help but notice what it had done to the six men. The boys who had used to play-fight each other were all tip-toeing around the man at the top. And it was unsettling for you to watch.

So, you made up your mind to talk to someone about it.

"Hey, Namjoon, do you have a minute?" you ask after dinner.

Namjoon looks startled since both of you had been avoiding each other the past week. "Y/N? Oh, of course. Yes. Sure. Would you like to go to my study to talk?"

You nod. "Yeah, that'd be great."

Namjoon's study is absolutely breathtaking. Bookshelves tower over you, filled with all sorts of novels that look as ancient as time itself. The room has a nice, oaky smell to it, which comforts your spiked nerves.

"You may sit," Namjoon says after he takes his own seat on a brown leather chair.

You raise your eyebrows. "Okay..." you say as you take your seat across from him.

"Now, what is it that you must talk to me about?" Namjoon asks.

You notice that even now, he refuses to meet your eyes.

"I just... Well, I wanted to know what Jimin was like," you blurt out. The hierarchy stuff can wait for later.

"Jimin?" For the first time in a while, Namjoon looks up to meet your eyes. "He... Well, he was ambitious, though you probably already knew. He liked to be accomplished. Actually contemplated going to college, too. But one day just decided he'd like to be a bartender, instead. He got really into that job..." Namjoon trails off. "He liked to tell us the funniest things he heard at the bar. Not any of that inappropriate bullcrap Taehyung likes, but the actually humorous stuff. We all really loved him, Y/N. He was a good soul, your brother. Couldn't stand working with Taehyung and Jungkook sometimes... He never liked unnecessary violence."

"But he was a hitman."

"He was," Namjoon confirms. "But that's all he could be. He didn't go to college. What else could he do?"

You frown. "A lot else if you think about it. College doesn't define intelligence."

"It's better to have an education here, Y/N," Namjoon sighs.

So I wouldn't be stuck doing servant's work around the house? But you don't have the guts to say that out loud.

"You two were best friends, though. I remember," you say. "Did you stay as best friends?"

"Well," Namjoon sighs. "It's complicated, Y/N. I don't know if you want answers."

"I think I do. Why else would I be asking the question?" you say, frowning.

"Careful, there," Namjoon says gruffly. "You shouldn't talk back."

"Excuse me?"

"I mean—god, I'm sorry, Y/N. Why do you want to know so much about Jimin, anyways?"

"I haven't seen him for six years, Namjoon. And now he's dead. I miss him, yet the last memories I have of him are when he was only eighteen. I deserve to know, right?"

Namjoon sighs. "Well—"

Suddenly, the door bursts open, making you jump and Namjoon furrow his brows.

"Joon!" Seokjin says urgently. "We have business." He turns to look at you and gives you a small smile. "Hello, Y/N. I'm sorry, but can you excuse Namjoon from your conversation? We have to be away for a while."

"Y-Yeah, sure..." you say.

"Great, thank you," Jin says as he ushers Namjoon out of the study. "It's nothing you should be worried about," he adds before rushing out with Namjoon at his heels.

He's as quick to leave as to come.

And you're left all alone.

All you have left is your brother's diary to help give a glimpse of who Jimin had become. You trudge defeatedly back into your room, picking up the diary and hugging it to your chest.

You stare up at the ceiling from your bed for the thousandth time. There's nothing new to see up there as per usual. You'd never really had an expansive imagination either; you see things as they are, so it was hard for you to make use of such a blank ceiling.

Sighing, you turn over to your side, curling up so your knees are pulled to your chest. Being in a fetal position somehow helps calm your feelings. You lay like that for a few minutes until there's a knock on your door.

Usually, a knock signifies Taehyung or Jungkook. But these days, it's been Yoongi.

"Yes?" you call out, getting up to straighten your clothes a bit.

"Y/N?" Yoongi answers to your relief. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure," you say, smiling as you set the leather-bound notebook down on your bed.

Yoongi saunters in, giving you a small wave before sitting down on your floor. "I don't know. Hoseok was kind of being a pompous ass. I mean he's great and all but... Eh, I wanted to talk to you."

"So I'm your second choice?" you laugh before sitting on the floor as well.

"Ha, more like third," Yoongi snorts, then pauses. "I'm just kidding, you know."

"I know," you say. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Um, anything we find interesting, I guess. I particularly liked the peculiarities of our last conversation," Yoongi laughs. "The one about the impending crash of the economy from the bane of stock markets."

"Right! Black Tuesday part two!" you giggle, shaking your head. "I don't know. What's on your mind?"

"Oh, well—is that Jimin's diary?" Yoongi suddenly asks, pointing at the notebook on your bed.

"Yeah," you say. "How'd you know?"

"We all have one. All seven of us. I wrote half an entry and stopped a while back," Yoongi laughs. "But it looks like Jimin continued... He was always so dedicated. You've been reading it?"

"Mhm," you nod. "It's been helping me get through all of this. Kinda."

"Kinda?"

"Jimin's changed a lot from the last I've seen him," you say. "Oh god, this is getting depressing. Can we not be depressing? I felt pretty down this whole day. Let's talk about something happy."

Yoongi smiles. "Our childhood was pretty happy."

You hum in agreement. "But you know what's a bit weird? I don't really remember you in it as much." You pause. "No offense, though."

"None taken," Yoongi grins widely. "We weren't very close, I guess..." he trails off. "I mean, you were pretty wild when you were a kid, you know that?"

Snorting, you shake your head in feigned denial. "Thanks to Taehyung."

"Hoseok used to come to me half-crying and half-fuming because of the pranks you, Jungkook and Taehyung pulled on him," Yoongi laughs. "Did you really have to be that mean?" he jokes.

"In my defense," you giggle, "Taehyung was the leader of those expeditions. And now that you mention it, damn, we must've been the ones that made Hoseok... I mean, made Hoseok the way he is now."

"Uptight?"

"Um, I was going for 'bitchy,' but uptight works too," you shrug. "Sometimes, I think he hates me."

"Nah," Yoongi shakes his head. "He has a peculiar way of showing he cares. He'll warm up to you later."

"He used to be so gullible and fun to be around," you sigh. "Now, I literally piss my pants even hearing his voice."

"Wait until you see the underboss get mad," Yoongi snorts. "You'd wish you were never alive."

"Really?" you laugh. "Namjoon? Get angry? Please."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Yoongi says. "Everyone's changed a lot, actually."

"I can see it," you nod. "What's up with Jungkook? You know, he literally slammed the door in my face a few weeks ago. I heard him crying and I only asked if he was okay. He kinda got mad for some reason..."

"He was probably embarrassed," Yoongi shrugs. "That boy wears his heart on his sleeve. Not a good thing in our situation. And maybe he still likes you."

"W-What?"

Yoongi gives you a funny look. "You didn't know?"

"Wait, what?"

"That boy had the biggest crush on you back when we were younger," Yoongi sighs. "The idiot never did anything about it, though. I wouldn't be surprised if his feelings are still lingering."

"Damn," you breathe. "I kinda feel bad now."

"No matter. He's probably over it," Yoongi shrugs. "Unless he isn't. I think he's having the time of his life with Taehyung, though. Going to strip clubs, drinking, snorting up whatever's white and powdery." He shakes his head disapprovingly. "We were all so much better as kids."

"I agree," you say. "But the thing is, I feel like you haven't changed much."

"Really?" Yoongi smiles. "Can I take that as a compliment?"

"Sure," you say, reciprocating his smile. "Have I changed?"

Yoongi hums thoughtfully. "Not that I know of. You're the same Y/N I knew. Not afraid to speak your mind but wary of your surroundings at the same time. But physically? Yes. Jungkook and Taehyung won't stop drooling over you."

You burst out laughing. "So you're saying that I've gotten hotter?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Yoongi says unabashedly. "This is completely objective, by the way. Based on my observations of others' reactions around you."

You shake your head, unable to contain your laughter. "I'm a bit appalled!"

"I'm not," Yoongi snorts. "Half of us liked you when we were kids. You were just entirely oblivious."

"Really?? You're dishing out tea, Yoongi," you say, holding your stomach to calm yourself down from your hysteria. "Tell me, did they compete against each other for me?" you joke.

"Kind of," Yoongi says. "I mean, there was no need for competition because we all knew who'd win before we even started. But remember when we used to play house?"

"I'd always get stuck being the mom!"

"And Seokjin would always pick you to be his wife," Yoongi laughs. "You honestly never noticed something suspicious about that?"

"Oh shoot," you mutter. "Now that you mention it, yeah..."

"You know, Jungkook and Taehyung almost fought over who'd get to ask you for your freshman year homecoming," Yoongi adds. "But Jimin found out and banned them both from asking."

You laugh out loud. "I was so sad no one asked me too. Now I know I wasn't completely unpopular."

"I can't believe you were that oblivious, Y/N," Yoongi sighs. "Those poor boys..."

"I thought we were all friends!" you protest. "Besides, it's all in the past, now."

"It was good while it lasted," Yoongi smiles. "Things were so simple back then. If you liked someone, you could just ask them to a dance or a party and it would be a done deal. Now, it's just so much more complicated."

"I wouldn't think you'd be one to chase after love," you laugh. "Much less even think about it."

"Same goes for you," Yoongi chuckles. "Besides, we've got better things to do."

"Exactly," you say.

Silence.

"In retrospect, I wouldn't change what we experienced as kids for the world," Yoongi says.

"Me neither," you say. "I don't know what I would've done without all of you."

Yoongi smiles. "Maybe you'd be annoying Jimin's ass off?"

You hum, smiling. "That's a given."

And so the conversation with Yoongi continues on quite smoothly—occasionally with Yoongi spilling secrets that you had been oblivious to. But talking to him calms you down, makes you feel like any other normal young adult.

It's strange too. When you talk to Yoongi, he seems like any other normal young man and definitely not an arms dealer in the mafia.

You're here, again. Like always. Face up. In bed. And watching the stupid ceiling like there's nothing better to do in your life.

You've spent so much time by yourself and drowning in your own thoughts, you're kinda surprised that you haven't gone insane yet.

You sigh, turning over to your side to face the door. It reminds you of who you would want to walk in to comfort you.

Well... Jimin would be the most ideal comforter, but he's—

You stop yourself. No need to get all sentimental.

Rather, you want Yoongi to comfort you. He's been a good person to have by your side in times like this. Some days you feel better, some days you can barely get out of bed. He's the one who stubbornly makes sure you don't die in your misery. And quite sadly, he's the only one in the whole gang that makes you feel comfortable here.

But then again, you can't exactly trust him either, right? Well, the only one you can actually trust is your brother, Jimin. But he's...

You sigh. At least he left me a diary.

At the ungodly hour of half-past two in the morning (which has kind of become your everyday routine), you decide to read the black leather-bounded diary once more. Maybe if you keep reading, keep flipping backward, you'll be able to see the Jimin you used to know.

It's the longest time you spent reading the diary in one sitting.

Most of the entries are repetitive, though you wonder if Jimin even noticed that. For the most part, his diary seems much more like his stream of consciousness, where he word vomits his emotions, his daily struggles and his life.

But the more you are able to flip back, the more familiar his voice seems. You can hear him in your head, narrating out the words he had neatly scrawled in his diary. The moonlight of the crescent moon illuminates just enough of the crisp pages so you can discern the writing. You find that it's so easy to indulge yourself in the old stories that you lose track of time completely.

There's something about your brother's writing that makes you emotional. If he hadn't been pressured by your parents to pursue the medical field, you think he could've been a writer.

He voices his thoughts into delicate words, detailing his affection for his friends, especially how much he looks up to Seokjin and Namjoon. But he also includes that he's finding it hard to talk to them—that he's becoming distant from the more... educated members of the gang.

Sometimes, I wish I went to college. It’s not that I feel less eloquent or any less unintelligent than the ones who did go, but I feel like college could have been a large part of my life. I want to discuss with the underboss about the Schenck v. the United States case he has to learn about without feeling like a burden since he has to teach me everything. I want to have an intelligent conversation with Hoseok. Maybe talk about the effects of CRISPR in the genomics lab? There are so many things I would’ve liked to pursue at university, but I think I missed my opportunity. There’s nothing for me to talk about because there’s nothing that I really know. No one finds talks of drinks very interesting. And when someone does want to have a conversation with me, it’s always about asking which drinks are a good combination.

On a positive note, however, Jungkook and Taehyung seem to understand what I’m going through. It’s fine. I think the others will come around. We’re still family.

You're a quarter way into the diary now. It's also becoming too obvious that as the diary progresses chronologically, Jimin seems to be more immune to the apparent problems, and the more you flip back, the more glimpses of the Jimin you used to know are shown.

I don’t remember the last time I’ve talked to the underboss. Taehyung tells me not to worry about it too much, and sometimes, that makes me wonder if Tae and the underboss are even close anymore. I wish I could be the peacemaker, but I’m worried I’ll come off as a traitor to Tae and an idiot to the underboss.

The old Jimin took care of his friends with the utmost care, and you could tell it was starting to hurt him when Namjoon was seemingly ignoring him... In fact, Jimin seemed to know about all the ins and outs of his friends' relations with each other. Reading the diary was like reading one large map of social relations.

You’d think after all the times Jungkook’s pranked Hoseok (with the help of Taehyung), Hoseok’d hate him. But it’s ironic to see it play out as something else. I’m getting strong vibes that Yoongi’s actually not too fond of JK. I have no idea why. Just get the feeling.

Then there was:

Apparently, Hoseok and Boss aren’t too close. I should’ve seen that coming. I guess. I mean, for someone as intuitive as Boss, I know someone as by-the-book as Hoseok would definitely irk his strings. I wonder what happened to the family? When was the last time we were all getting along together without separating off into groups of two or three?

It's sad to think Jimin had given up on fixing these shaky relations because he had not mentioned them in the future after writing these entries. It's as if he just accepted it and moved on.

Gosh, I'm starting to feel miserable again. That's enough reading for today.

You tuck the diary away, stretching out your limbs that had cramped up. It's almost four in the morning, but no surprise, you're not very tired. You figure it'll be a good time to go for a late-night walk.

So, you find yourself in the empty halls of the mansion, walking steadily with your hands behind your back and becoming lost in your pensive thoughts. The best part about walking alone at night is the silence.

The concept of time vanishes too, and you're able to roam around the familiar walls of the mansion as if this is the only home you've ever lived in. It's strange. A couple of weeks ago, this place was like a prison. Now, it's as cordial as your parents' home back in Korea. Granted, it's much larger than your childhood apartment.

You're just about to head back to your room, having collected all your thoughts when—

SLAM.

The sound is so raucous, it rings in your ears for a significant amount of time. And it had obviously come from somewhere in the mansion... You cock your ears, walking toward where the sound had come from.

You can't discern how the sound was possibly made. But it did sound a lot like metal hitting metal. You're not too sure, and for some reason, you were eager to find out.

Something about late-night walks makes you quite adventurous. As if the solitude and darkness fuel your courage.

Your vigilance is thrown out the window.

Finally, you come across a large door that's cracked open just a sliver. You would've missed it if you hadn't been so attentive.

Your hand hovers just over the doorknob, ready to swing the door open. Then, you pause.

I'm 78% sure this room is where the loud sound came from... but I don't know how smart it would be to investigate it.

You wouldn't possibly... get hurt, right? Seokjin wouldn't let you get hurt. Namjoon definitely wouldn't. And Yoongi shouldn't—he's your friend.

What have I got to lose anyway? Besides, if you weren't supposed to open the door, it would've been locked. And even besides that, you were a Crescent like everyone else in the house. Nothing should be locked for you.

So you firmly grab the doorknob and push the door open, immediately sauntering in to see what had caused such a racket.

Your heart sinks as you look around the room before your eyes settle right in the middle of it. The gasp that leaves your lips destroys you from within, knocks the wind out of you, makes you so horrified, you are completely immobile.

You shouldn't have opened that door.

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Messy (M)

Pairing(s): OC X Johnny (features other members)

Genre: College AU, Fuckboy AU

Summary: Fuckboys are basically good for one thing. You hit it and quit it- except when his voice draws you in, his body keeps you there, and dumb ass feelings linger making things particularly messy.

Warnings: drugs, alcohol

Word Count: around 16k

A/N: ‘they’ and ‘she’ are used interchangeably on purpose.

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Three months didn’t seem like a long time, especially with how fast summers usually flew by, but it felt like ages since my last hook up. Most of the guys in my “little black book” were away for the summer while I remained stuck in my stupid college town, holed up in my tiny apartment, only going out to suffer at my mediocre job. Meanwhile, my roommate had Tinder hookups out the ass and was gone almost every other night. I guess I couldn’t complain too much. I had always been pickier than them and maybe, just maybe, I had gotten used to my steady rotation of boy toys. Sooner or later I would have to break the cycle especially since there wasn’t any guarantee that I would see them this semester. Half of them still lived in the dorms because of the exchange student program which sometimes but a hamper on our hookups. I would probably have to get a new bunch to play around with and maybe once in awhile I could hit up an old fling or two when i was really bored. But right now I was suffering and unfortunately craving what I hadn’t had in months. A vibrator or my hand could only do so much. With my upcoming class schedule I felt like i wasn’t even going to have time for hookups no matter how badly I wanted them.

it was the first weekend of the new semester and already I was having sad and pathetic thoughts about my sex life. Thankfully, they were interrupted by my evening alarm going off. Since last semester, I had gotten into the habit of listening to student radio every Friday at midnight. Normally I would never take interest in radio as it was boring, uninteresting, and doused with political commentary but one show had caught my attention. It was pretty stereotypical; a steady rotation of songs, promoting local music shows, really annoying and irritatingly stupid comments and banter. Nothing too special- except for their voices. It was why I wasted many a nights in my room thrusting whatever instrument of pleasure inside me while I thought how good that voice would sound in my ear while the owner was fucking me from behind. I don’t know why I was so wrapped up in the way it sounded. I just knew the deep and husky tone was the most sensual thing I had ever heard.

I clicked on the radio app and gave it some time, letting the hosts mull over their introductions (the most annoying part) and settle into their planned topics. In between songs, i closed my eyes waiting for his voice to return before slowly creeping my hand into my pajama shorts. His laugh would send tingles throughout my body and I could always tell when he got closer to the microphone. I could hear his shallow breaths, soft clicks of his tongue, and that small hissing sound he made as he sucked air between his teeth when he was thinking about something. There was usually a little ‘hmm’ afterwards and i basically realized I had spent way to much fucking time thinking about it and way too much time jacking off to a disembodied voice that possibly could have belonged to someone ugly and no where near my type. Not that I had planned to meet him anyway but it would have been nice to put a hot face to the even hotter voice to fuel my wet dreams. The hour seemed to fly by and just at the tail end of their outro i came hard, his smooth chuckle fueling the quick circles I made to my clit while my other hand thrusted inside me. My back fell against the mattress, coming down from the small arch i made as I regained my breath. I sighed deeply, realizing i had to get up eventually to wash my hands. I exited out of the radio app and slowly peeled myself from the bed, tossing on my shorts to shuffle out to the bathroom.

My roommate, Quinn, was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, bowl of cereal in hand. “Did you jerk off to the radio show again?”

I threw my head back and sighed, cursing the day that I told them about my secret. Though we shared the same thrill of pleasuring ourselves to the pair of voices, I still felt a little embarrassed about it. “Yes Quinn. I did. Thank you very much for asking.”

“I mean, same. Got 3 out before the half hour mark.” They slurped the milk from the bowl and crunched away at the cereal, absentmindedly watching food shows on our modest sized tv.

“Jesus Christ.” I shook my head at their physical capacity, slightly jealous, but i guess i was more about quality over quantity. “We really gotta stop doing this. It’s kinda sad.” I half joked as i kicked the door to the bathroom partway shut and sat on the toilet.

“Not really. Besides I’m prepping for this semester.”

“Prepping for what? To sleep with everyone on campus?” I laughed.

“Precisely.” They responded in between another round of crunches. “Oh, by the way, Lucas just texted me about a party tomorrow. Well tonight. Want to go?”

“Who’s party is it?” I finished and washed my hands, shaking off the excess water as i headed over to the couch. I plopped down beside them.

“I don’t know. He just said it was some people he met over the welcoming weekend activity thingy. I guess they work for the radio station or something. Anyway, can we go? I wanna drink!” Quinn said.

“You mean, you want me to be D.D. while you and Lucas get hammered and I’m stuck dragging you two home again? No thank you.”

“Aww, c’mon! It’s not always like that! We let you have fun! Pllleeeaassseeeee! What if there’s hot guys there? Oh what if those radio guys are the ones Lucas met!” They gasped and stood up suddenly. “What if we could fuck the hot radio guys?!”

“Oh my god. How about we don’t and say we did? Besides, what if they're gross? I don’t have time for that significant of a let down.”

“Don’t be so mean. People with voices that hot are bound to be good looking.”

“Call me a shallow bitch because I hope to god so but knowing Lucas, they're probably some dumb frat fuckboys and I SEVERELY don’t have time for that. Regular fuckboys are fine, but fraternity ones are the devil.” I sighed and set my feet on the coffee table.

“Well you won’t know until you find out! Please? Please? Please? Please? Pleeeaasseeee?” They whined. “If all else fails you can just hook up with Lucas again!”

I groaned and rolled my eyes far back into my skull. “Fine! Fine. I will take you and Lucas to this party. But if ya’ll get drunk I am leaving you there. Point blank.”

“Ok. Ok. I promise I will try to not get black out drunk this time. I’ll behave.”

I scoffed, knowing damn well that promise wouldn’t be kept and I would still be dragging their ass home at three am with Lucas in my backseat. Suddenly I heard my phone ping from in my room, signaling that I had received a text message. I hauled myself up from the couch with a groan and grabbed it from atop my bed. Well, speak of the devil.

Dumbass Baby Lucas: wyd?

I woke up sometime in the late afternoon with Lucas’ arm strewn across my face and him snoring into one of my pillows. I pushed his arm off me and felt around the floor for my phone, groaning as I felt the soreness of my thighs which was partly from the exertion and partly because i had to be squished to the edge of my small bed to accommodate Lucas’ giant frame. I managed to find my phone and turn the screen on, wincing at the bright light that illuminated my face. I sighed softly, realizing I had to get up at some point, take a shower, eat, and be at least semi productive. Otherwise I would stay home and just fuck Lucas some more and my body needed a few hours to recover before the party. Suddenly I felt his arm wrapped around my waist pulling me close to his warm broad chest. He was always such a cuddler.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon.” I mumbled.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, partly muffled as his lips were buried in the crook of neck and shoulders. “Party’s not until later, we have all day.”

“i would like to get up and eat something at some point in time. And shower. Which you should too. You smell funky.”

“Can we shower together?” I could feel the smirk imprinting my skin.

“You know damn well we cant. As soon as we get in there you won’t keep your hands to yourself and I wont actually get clean.”

“You know i hate keeping my hands to myself. Besides I missed you. You've been stuck here and I couldn't fuck you or Quinn all summer!”

“Boohoo, you big baby. You'll be fine without one shower fuck.” I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, yawning deeply. I shone my phones flashlight on the floor so I could guide my way to my room’s lightswitch when something caught my eye. “Lucas.” I growled.

He let out a childish groan. “Whaaaattt?”

“Didnt i tell you to throw the condoms IN the trashcan?”

“I did!”

“No, you didn’t. You threw them on the floor and now they’re all over my carpet!” I gave his bicep a hard whack. “Get up and clean it!”

He held his arm wincing at the sharp sting. “Ok! Ok! I’m going!”

I turned on the light and grabbed my robe, pulling it on and shuffling out to the kitchen. Quinn was attempting to make breakfast, the smell of burning bread and melting cheese in the air. They took one look at me and shook their head. “Why are you so grumpy? Your dry spell is over no?”

“Lucas didn’t throw any of the condoms in the trashcan that’s literally right beside the bed and they're all over the floor now.”

“Eww, like the used ones?”

“Yes. Cum and all. Go handle your dumbass best friend before I strangle him.”

“Ok, I’m going. Just watch my grilled cheese.” Quinn sighed as they put the spatula down and trudged over to my room. I looked over the grilled cheese, nudging it with the spatula and checking the underside. Way overdone. I sighed and grabbed a plate from the cabinet, sliding the sandwich onto it before retreating to our fridge. It was the end of the month which meant no food as always. The last of the cheese gone. I looked over at the two ends of bread left in the bag on the counter. Last of the bread gone. My stomach growled loudly and i slammed the fridge shut. I didn’t have money but if I begged hard enough I could convince Quinn to let me use their credit card to buy pizza.

I went back to my room, almost kicking the door open as I heard Lucas’ pouty puppy whine which was probably the result of not getting enough cuddles this morning. He was always so needy when he was sleepy.

“How much money you got?” i asked.

Lucas had gathered the condoms in his hand, finally tossing them in the trash before wiping his hand on his thigh. “Uh...i mean like i got my refund check?”

“No I meant Quinn. How much money do you have on your credit card. I’m hungry, there’s no food, and I need pizza and another 6-pack. I’m running low since Lucas’ drank most of them last night.”

“I have enough. Don’t worry.” They replied.

“I’ll give you money for them i swear!” Lucas interjected. “Or maybe more head? For like a week straight?”

“Head doesn't get me tipsy Lucas. But you can still do that if you want.” I smirked before turning to Quinn. “Can you order it please? I want to shower first.”

“Yeah, yeah...i burnt my dang sandwich anyway.”

“Sweet.” I grabbed my towel from the hook behind my door and shuffled over to the bathroom, feeling the looming presence behind me. “Lucas.” I said sternly.

“I have to pee! Cant I pee?!”

I glared back at him. “Fine. But get out once you're done.” i tossed off my robe and stepped into the shower, yanking the curtain harshly so i could block his view of me. I was ready to have the cool water on my skin to wipe away all the sticky sweat from my body. It was already too hot today.

“Where's the toothbrush i keep here?” he asked after flushing.

“In the medicine cabinet” i grumbled. “Where it's always at.”

I set myself right under the spray of water letting it flow over my hair. My purple dye was looking more like a grayish lavender, making me frown. I was going to look like a hot mess at the first party of the year. Wonderful. Suddenly, Lucas’ hand was in the shower, holding my toothbrush and toothpaste in his fist. He scared the shit out of me but i took them anyway, grateful to get morning breath and the taste of his dick out my mouth.

“When does this stupid party start?” I asked between scrubbing my teeth.

“Whenever we wanna go.” He pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower making me groan.

“What did i just say?”

He kissed my cheek before picking me up and moving me to the other end of the tub. “Whatever. You love me.” He stuck himself under the shower head while i leaned against the tiled wall in the cold spot.

“Hurry up and get out so i can finish.” I nudged him so he would move out of the trajectory of my toothpaste clouded spit.

“I will.” he said, stepping out of the way. “Quinn and I have got some catching up to do anyway.” He winked at me before leaning over to get the bar of soap in the shower caddy beside me. “You could join us if you want.”

“Not today. Too tired for that.”

“Boo, you're no fun.” He gave me a quick kiss but hovered a little longer by my lips.

“I think the ‘Oh fuck, Eri! SHIT! YES!YES!OH GOD FUCK YES!’ said otherwise, no? Loud ass.” I gave him a slower kiss this time, cupping his chin in my hand while his instantly went to my ass, grabbing it harshly and pulling me closer.

“Are you sure we cant have a little fun in the shower?” he whispered. He placed soft kisses all over my neck and chest making his way lower until he was onto his knees. I saw his brown puppy dog eyes look up at me and he knew i couldn't resist.

“Fine. But just a little bit, ok?” I held his head close as he dove between my thighs, sighing softly as he did what he knew how to do best.

Lucas practically ran to the back of the apartment building following the sound of obnoxiously loud music. There were sliding doors that were wide open letting people flow in and out of the first floor apartment to the community pool close by. Wafts of smoke circled the party goers as they chugged bottles of beer, laughing and dancing as they went. “Hurry up!” Lucas called out to Quinn and I. Quinn was a bit faster and more enthusiastic while I took my time, shifting around someone who was already too drunk to function. It was only 10:30 too.

I finally stepped into the apartment, instantly annoyed by the smell of cheap weed and the remixed versions of some top 40 hits blaring from a macbook and speaker hookup. Before i could even make a complaint Lucas was shoving a bottle of apple ale into my hand while Quinn scoped out the party for their next target. “I'm gonna go find the guys I met. I'll be right back!” Lucas screamed over the music. I nodded and waved him off, my eyes honing in at the free bar stool by the kitchen counter. Quinn had followed Lucas leaving me on my own as usual.

I sat down on the bar stool and sipped my ale slowly, having to pace myself in order to be able to drive everyone home. I rested my chin on my hand as i scrolled through my instagram, already yawning and wanting to go back to bed. Even though i slept for about 12 hours i had still spent the night tossing and turning and getting woken up to wandering fingers between my thighs. I took another sip and double tapped my screen, liking some random makeup pic. I barely even noticed the person slide beside me until a plastic shot glass was waved in my face. I moved my head back, surprised at the intrusion before I saw who was offering it. Fuuuuuccckk.

“Well if it isn't my favorite kitten. I didn't know you'd be here.”

“Hi, Ten.” I groaned. He nudged the shot glass towards me again and I took it, knowing i would need it for this conversation.

“Almost didn't recognize you without your collar on.”

“You took the leather one back home, remember?” I rolled my eyes and tossed the shot back, wincing at the burn. “I got stuck with the pink one with the giant bell. Which is not subtle at all by the way.”

“Who said anything about wanting to be subtle?” he took a sip from his solo cup and tapped his fingers on the plastic. “You're my kitten after all.”

“And you’re my puppy whenever you want to not be a brat.” I stole his cup and tossed back a heavy gulp. “What the fuck are you even drinking?” I asked, feeling the sweet and sour taste on my tongue.

“Jungle juice. Whatever favor the purple one is. Anyway...so what's your semester look like?”

“Want to see when I can pencil you in to fuck?” I stated flatly knowing that he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

“Yep.”

“You still rooming with Yuta?”

“What about Yuta?” An arm was tossed around my shoulder and i was pulled into Yuta's chest without warning.

“Is everyone i've ever fucked here??” i almost screamed. Yuta and Ten both looked around.

“Well, there's me, Ten, Taeyong, Lucas and uh….Jungwoo.”

My eyes went wide. “You're shitting me. Please tell me Jungwoo is not actually here.”

“Oh you better believe it.” Ten smirked. “You're number one heartbreaker, honey. Congrats on still being the source of his vendetta for almost the third year in a row.”

“More drinks please. I can't do this right now.” I rubbed my temples while Yuta just laughed at me. Ten retreated to the kitchen, wiggling his smaller frame through some people and filling up a cup with another flavor of jungle juice.

“Aww, Eri. Don't pout. He's just going to hate you for all eternity that's all.” Yuta dug his hand into the bowl of chips in front of me, shoveling them into his mouth. “So like…” He paused to chew and swallow. “When can i tie you up again?” He didn't even look me in the eye when he asked, just took another sip of his beer.

“Gee, i dont know. I had a dry spell for the entire summer and now suddenly everyone I've ever fucked is at this party and i have to get a planner for my dick appointments.” I kinda laughed, trying my best to loosen up. I especially couldn't resist Yuta's smile that made me feel as if the sun radiated from him.

“You complaining about how much you get laid now? When has that ever been a problem for you?” He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to mine. I pulled away before he could sneak the kiss that he wanted.

“i'm not complaining, i guess I'm just a busy person after all. Still got it.” I smirked as Yuta nudged me.

“We fuck you because of your devil vagina magic and because you do just about everything.”

“Ok, first of all, it's not devil vagina magic. Second of all, am i the one who had a fucking machine in his dorm room last year? No.”

“Yeah but you're one it got used on.” Ten interrupted. He set my cup in front of me while he and Yuta put me between them like some sort of kink sandwich.

“Yes, thank you for your input, Ten.” I could feel my cheeks flushing as I remembered that wild session that lasted over six hours.

“Dont you mean ‘sir’?” Yuta chimed in.

I set my head on the counter top and groaned. “Why do ya'll always have to torture me??”

“But baby, i thought you loved getting tortured! I mean that's why you end up up tied and gagged at our place right?”

I whacked Ten upside the head. “AGAIN THANK YOU FOR YOUR INPUT TEN. I don't need to be reminded about what we do.”

“Or maybe you do?” Yuta smirked. “Hows next friday sound?”

“Hmm, maybe not Friday. I think I want her on Thursday. What if you take her on Saturday?”

“I could do Saturday.”

“I'm so glad you both are taking what I want into consideration.” I said sarcastically. “Anyway, Thursday and Saturday is fine. Bring your best shit. We’ve got to start the year off right.” I slid off the bar stool, taking my drink with me and leaving both my doms behind. Playing hard to get and being a brat was my favorite past time with them. I didn’t even take a look back as I exited the apartment, though the temptation was definitely there.

Outside wasn’t much better. It was still hot as hell for the beginning of September and with so many people packed into a small space it made everything hotter. I could feel the sweat start to bead on my forehead. I fanned at my face wishing i had some ice in my solo cup. Across from the pool, I could see my one night stand Taeyong eyeing me though I tried my best to ignore his hungry stare. I also tried not to think about how he pressed me against the door of the empty student affairs office and fucked me so hard it had started to rattle. It wasn't bad at all. In fact it was incredibly hot but we just never talked about it after and I didn't crave him as much. It was a simple fling but maybe he didn't think of it that way. I had been mostly occupied with Ten, Yuta and Lucas for the rest of last semester anyway. Oh and that whole actually going to college thing.

I sunk back against the rough brick of the building, trying to ignore Taeyong and instead scanned the area to see if i could spot Lucas or Quinn. No luck with that.

“Did you come here by yourself?” I heard a quiet voice say beside me.

I looked over at the guy scrunched against the wall, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. He was gorgeous to say the very least. His jawline was from the gods, his eyes were the most perfect almond shape, and his flaming red hair suited his golden skin so well. As soon as i saw his lips pressed against the rim of his cup i knew i wanted to kiss him. “H-huh?” was all i could really manage to say and i hoped to all hell he didn't notice me staring.

“Oh, sorry.” He spoke a little louder. “Did you come here by yourself? You looked like you were trying to get away from the party.”

“No, i'm not by myself but my friends ditched me. I can't find them. I also ran into some...uh...people i knew but i needed a break from socializing.”

“I'm the same, but...were kinda socializing now.” He smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat for a moment. He was definitely going to be my next mistake. I took a long slow sip of my drink before it finally clicked in my head that I should actually introduce myself.

“I'm um-” Shit, what was my name? “Eril- Eri. Just Eri.”

“I'm Taeil. I haven't seen you around before. You go to our college, right?”

“Yep, suffering and in debt like everyone else. Im in journalism so maybe it's because im stuck at the way back of campus with all the writing buildings that we haven’t seen each other before. It's basically a dungeon. I'm trapped.” I let out a bit of nervous laughter which he reciprocated. I figured he was the shy type and I had normally stayed away from those. Too many reminders that I was a shitty heartbreaker. But he was cute and I liked his smile. That was what usually got me in trouble anyway. Taeil was a breath away from responding when the sound of Lucas’ booming voice interrupted us.

“ERI!”

“There you are, you ass.” I was at least relieved that he had found me. “You guys left me all by myself like always. Where the hell is Quinn?” I turned back momentarily to Taeil. “Sorry, i'm babysitting him. He's like a lost puppy.”

Taeil replied with a strained smiled and tipped his cup all the way back. Before i could even say anything else Lucas was dragging me away, his big hand around my arm preventing me from even trying to escape. I looked back at Taeil longingly which he returned with a confused expression. I mouthed another apology to him, hoping that i could maybe resume our conversation later (and get his number). Lucas pushed me into a ring of people, two of which i'd never met before. They were all passing around a blunt, the air surrounding them so thick with smoke that it was almost burning my eyes. I coughed and looked up at Lucas. “Why'd you bring me here?”

He put his arm around me and lowered himself to my ear. “That's Johnny and Jaehyun. The hosts of that radio show you love so much.” He said the tail end of that sentence with such a teasing tone that i just knew Quinn had told him about what we did when we listened to their voices. But now that voice was in front of me and my worst nightmare had turned into the best wet dream. I thought Taeil had made my heart stop when I saw him but I was fucking deceased when I looked at Johnny. He was tall with shoulders like a goddamn linebacker. His biceps looked absolutely perfect to grab onto while he plowed into me. And though i wasn't much of a fan of smoking the way he exhaled from his full lips gave me goosebumps.

“Well, aren’t you going to talk to him?” Lucas smirked.

“And say what? Let me suck your dick?”

“I mean, it's what you want, isn’t it?”

“Shut up.” i said bitterly as I shifted my weight and stared into my mostly empty cup, trying my best not to drool over Johnny.

“Hey, i'm a good friend and I'm doing you a solid. You need to have some more fun. I mean with someone besides me. Though we can still do that later tonight, if you want.” He followed up his half assed flirtatious statement with a wink.

“For your information, Ten and Yuta are already lined up for next week. But i’m sure you'll come knocking on my door too.”

“Always. You still owe me and Quinn a threesome.”

“We'll see.” I shrugged and finally turned my eyes up. Johnny had been looking at me- or rather looking at my figure-his eyes mostly resting on my thighs. I adjusted the band of my thigh highs self consciously, wondering if he was thinking about my legs wrapped around him like i was. My teeth were starting to dig into my bottom lip as i tried to not focus on those thoughts. Our eyes met again and instead of saying anything he just offered the blunt to me, which i denied. He shrugged, and instead passed it over to Jaehyun who was more than happy to take another hit. Quinn was beside Jaehyun, seeming to already be plotting how to get Johnny's partner in crime into bed. I knew they would convince him soon enough and i'd have to find a way to get them out of his bed in time for us to leave. Lucas had resumed his nature as a social butterfly, ignoring me to settle into another conversation. Everyone had seemed to be paired off now except Johnny and I. He took a sip from the beer bottle in his hand, a quick flash of disappointment on his face as he realized it was empty.

“Fuck.” i saw him mouth. He looked over at me, leaning in close with his hand resting on my lower back. “Want another drink?” He said into my ear.

“N-no um...i'm good. Gotta drive back so...i'm trying to pace myself.”

“That fucking sucks. This is the first party of the year. You should be blackout drunk.”

“Yeah, i’m not a freshman anymore, so that's so not happening.” I chuckled.

“Come get another beer with me then?” he asked which i agreed to a little too eagerly.

He lead the way, wrapping his hand around mine so we wouldn't get separated from the constantly moving crowd. My hand seemed to disappear within his fingers which made me want to melt into a puddle. Big hands were an absolute weakness of mine. We flowed into the kitchen that was even more crowded now as someone had brought in a few more cases of beer and the last of the jungle juice was escaping the pitcher into used cups. Johnny reached into the fridge and got another bottle, pulling his keys out from the pocket of his basketball shorts and flicking the top off with the bottle opener keychain. We moved towards the back of the kitchen to have some room away from the crowd. He didn't say anything, just sipped his drink slowly as i watched his adam's apple bob with each swallow. A partygoer asked us to move so they could reach the trash can behind Johnny. When he complied I was suddenly between his 6 foot tall frame and the wall. His hand rested way above my head as he nodded towards the partygoer with a tight lipped smile. My fingers dug into my own cup, crushing the plastic ever so slightly as i looked up at him. I was rarely nervous to be around a guy no matter how much their smiles, sultry voices, or tall bodies affected me. I had to remind myself that men were toys to me, a way to feign confidence and still get what I wanted. No strings attached with the joy of playing hard to get and emotionally unavailable.

But Johnny was making me feel different and I hated it. I wanted to crush it like an empty beer can and toss it in the trash and never think about it again. Except now he was looking down at me and i couldn't help but notice how the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen caught his brown eyes and turned them into the color of warm honey. If i was a puddle before when he held my hand i was a river now creeping closer to being an ocean and losing a grip on myself.

“What's your name?” He spoke at last.

“Eri...just Eri. You're from the uh….radio show? Lucas told me about you. Well that you guys met…”

He shrugged. “Yeah, he's cool or whatever. He reminds me of how I used to be when I first started college. You friends with him or something?”

“To say the very least.” I laughed nervously and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. Johnny tipped his bottle over, spilling some of his beer into my empty cup.

“So you fuck him? He your boyfriend?”

“God no. I mean i do fuck him but he's not my boyfriend.” I took a sip of the beer, instantly regretting it. The disgusting bitterness reminded me of regurgitated piss in a bottle but my mind was making me keep up my aloof appearance and i forced myself to drink more.

“Cool…Thought i'd ask just in case.”

“Just in case?” I swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he was insinuating.

“Mhm...just in case.” He lowered his head, reaching down to my level, and pressed our lips together. No other words exchanged, just the feeling of the soft skin on skin, melding together in a way that wasn't sloppy or rough but rather a slow and sensual torture. I wanted to push him away; i even pressed my hands against his chest but my body failed to do it. He stepped a bit closer, his bottle free hand coming to cup my chin as his tongue pushed past my lips. I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around his neck and instead kept my hands on his chest, feeling his muscles underneath his thin tank top. My nails dug into him slightly and i could feel the quietest of moans reverberate against my tongue. The way he overwhelmed my mouth had me being dragged back in, over and over, until i was breathless and lightheaded. When he finally parted from me, he stepped back as if nothing had happened. He resumed the need to quench his thirst, momentarily dragging his thumb over his lips and looking at it-presumably to check if i had left lipstick behind.

“What was that?” I asked, definitely confused about how he just kissed me and was acting like it didn't phase him at all while i was feeling like i was crashing down from cloud 9.

“What? Don't act like you've never made out with someone at a party before.” He said simply.

Of course I had, plenty of times but never with someone who's voice i had dreamt about for nights on end. Even though I had connected my fantasy to real life and he had kissed me, I still had to see him as just a voice. I had to keep him at a distance to avoid drowning in him. He also had solidified his stereotype of a party fuckboy only looking for one thing. I couldn't be too mad at him. My list of one night stands was ever growing as well but he was kinda being a douche about it. “I've done a lot of things at parties but-”

“Good, then you know how this goes.”

I wanted to deck him right in that perfect pouty mouth of his. And worst of all, it made me want to fuck him even more. My ability to respond was tossed aside as someone he knew came over and they exchanged loud greetings, slapping each others hands before caving into a ‘no homo' bro hug. His care for me seemed to have been thrown out, leaving me stuck in a corner. I quickly texted Quinn, hoping they weren't sucking face (or dick) as of yet and we could meet up. Johnny continued talking, his radio personality showing through more than when he was with me. I mulled over my next move- to ditch Johnny or wait until he was done talking to see if i could get another breathtaking kiss.

I gave my phone one last check to see if Quinn had responded before pushing myself off the wall and moving through the kitchen. My chest slightly brushed against him as i squeezed past. Taking a quick glance back, I caught him watching me from over his friend’s shoulder. I tossed my hair back and kept walking, smirking to myself a bit. He could chase after me if he wanted but i wasn’t going to wait. I made my way towards the sliding doors, ready to return outside when I was surprised to see another boy I knew. Luckily, he was one that I hadn't slept with. Instead, Doyoung was one of my good friends. Usually he was the one to reel me back in when I got lost in sex filled hazes and needed to concentrate on my life, my job, and school. Having me as a friend was never easy when you had to be the voice of reason. I had never actually seen him at a party let along drinking. I wanted desperately to go talk to him, especially since I hadn't seen him all summer, but he was sitting next to Jungwoo. I was too much of a coward to go down that road so I settled for a small wave, hoping that I might catch Doyoung’s attention instead. His big bunny eyes zeroed in on me and he waved frantically before making his way over.

“Eri! I missed you!” he said before squeezing me to his chest. I could feel the icy cold glass of his beer bottle between my shoulder blades as he held me.

“I did too but more importantly what are you doing drinking?”

He blushed and hid the bottle behind his back, feigning innocence. “Me? Drink? No way! This is uh...um...you know, soda.”

I poked his shoulder playfully. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're supposed to be the good one.”

He shrugged and stared down at his shoes. “This was the first time i was ever invited to a party so I thought i'd at least try it. Who did you come with?”

“Lucas and Quinn, the usual. I was babysitting them but Lucas is bouncing around and Quinn has their eyes set on Jaehyun.”

“Jaehyun? The guy from the radio show?”

I nodded.

“Ah...tell her to be careful with him. I've heard some stuff about him and Johnny.”

“Oh?” I raised a brow, my interest peaked. “Like…?”

“That they’re notorious for sleeping around.”

“I mean apparently me too. Have you seen who is at this party?” I laughed.

“Yeah but you don’t have that much under your belt. I’ve heard that they’re like in the 30s or higher for the number of people they’ve slept with. They're kinda gross.” Doyoung made a face of disgust before he took another sip of beer. “Just please tell Quinn to be careful. I don’t want her getting hurt.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I wanted to hook up with Johnny. He would be even more worried and i needed to do my best to keep an eye out on him now that he was drinking. I couldn’t take care of three drunks all at once. I gave him another hug and sighed. “I promise i'll take care of them. And i need you to promise me you wont get too crazy with those beers.”

“You won’t see me passed out i swear! Anyway, come sit with us. We need to catch up.”

“Uh...Jungwoo's there. It's gonna be weird.” I said, nervously.

“No, no. It's totally fine. Besides Ten and Yuta are there too. Taeyong went to the bathroom for a sec. It'll be fine.”

He took my hand and lead me to the group that had taken over the sofa. Jungwoo left as soon as i sat down much to my dismay. I wasnt surprised though. Doyoung tried his best to make him stay but it didn’t help that Ten and Yuta started teasing me for being a heartbreaker. I rolled my eyes and hit them both while Doyoung tried to tell us to behave like he was our mom, making all of us laugh. Somehow hanging around the people I fucked made me feel better and less miserable at this party. It wasn’t so bad after that and our alcohol fueled antics lasted hours. It was full of flirting, a few neck kisses from Yuta, and cute smiles between me and Taeil once he joined our little group. Ten kept close to me, whispering about his plans for next Thursday. Every once in awhile i would catch Johnny circling around. He was keeping his distance from me but our eyes kept meeting every chance they got. He was making a show of wrapping random girls in his arms, smacking their asses, running his fingers through their hair or pulling them close for a kiss but never completing it. He was being a tease and i didnt know if it was solely for them or to be an asshole to me. We knew we had our eyes on each other. I had to admit the best part was having a bunch of guys lust over me while i pick and choose who i wanted for the evening. Johnny was still top tier in the back of my mind. Those basketball shorts barely left anything to the imagination and I was falling deeper into his thirst trap.

Around 3 am the party had died down leaving just a few of us behind. We had gathered by the pool this time, even though it was after the allowed hours, preferring the cool summer night breeze than the stuffy apartment. I sat on a lawn chair, my mind fuzzy and tingling with the small buzz I had going on. I had continued to down a few more ales, some bourbon, whiskey and 1 terrible harsh shot of vodka. Even though i knew i was going to feel like shit tomorrow and that i was supposed to be driving home, i couldn't help myself. For the moment i had forgotten about Johnny, especially since he was still dipping in and out of view. I had instead turned all my attention towards Taeil who was getting closer and closer to taking me home. His sweet demeanor was taking over and I loved the way his cheeks flushed and how his lips curled into a smile with every one of my coy laughs. He pushed his bright red hair back, pretending he wasn’t noticing how close i was getting to him. I listened intently to how Taeil was going to be a tutor for some core classes at the library and I made sure to put emphasis on the fact that i would be definitely needing his help sooner rather than later. His hand came to rest on my knee, slowly edging towards the band of my black thigh high. I joked about having a school fantasy and hoping he would punish me which sent his hand back to cover his face as he blushed harder. Oh, he was just too damn cute. I scooted the lawn chair closer and took his hands in mine, running my thumbs over his knuckles and wondering what his fingers would feel like down my throat.

“I mean, we dont exactly have to wait until next week. We could...have a little study session of our own tonight. I’m so terrible at math.” i giggled.

Taeil folded our fingers together and cocked his head to the side, leaning in just a bit. “Well i should probably tell you something first…”

“Tell me anything, Tae.” I closed my eyes and waited for his lips but instead i felt a harsh yank on the belt loop of my shorts. Taeil backed away again, releasing my hands instantly and looking up at the person behind me. I craned my head backwards to see Johnny looking down at me. He had yet another blunt in his hand, his eyes looking much redder than the last time I saw him.

“We're playing ‘Strip Never Have I Ever’. You want in?” He sniffed.

“What is ‘Strip Never Have I Ever?” Taeil questioned.

“Basically you say something promiscuous that you haven’t done and everyone who has done that thing takes off an article of clothing.” I explained.

“I think I should sit this one out. I'm not one for getting naked in front of strangers.”

“Come on Taeil. Dont you want to see her naked? Even just a little bit?” Johnny seemed to be glaring at Taeil now, a bit of tension rising between them.

Taeil scoffed. “I'm not like you Johnny. I’d rather take my time.”

“Still playing that innocent shit, huh?” Johnny took another toke, the fingers of his free hand still wrapped in my belt loop, pulling me back towards him.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Johnny scoffed. “Of course you dont.” He rolled his eyes. “You never do.”

“Johnny, your jealous side is showing again.” Taeil set his chin on his hand, a smirk tweaking at the sides of his lips.

“So…are we gonna stop this pissing contest and play or…?” I said, a bit annoyed at their tense banter.

“Yeah, sure babe.” Johnny said as he finally broke the glaring contest between he and Taeil.

I removed Johnny's hands from my shorts and stood up, focusing my attention to the other man. “Would you mind getting me another beer and whatever else is laying around, please?”

He nodded and stood up, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Sure thing. Save me a spot by you. I'll play just because you are.” He headed back towards the sliding doors leading to the apartment leaving Johnny and I by ourselves.

“Dont let him fool you.” Johnny said once Taeil was out of ear shot.

“Oh he's fooling me? Funny. I kinda heard the same thing about you. It also just sounds like you might be jealous.” I crossed my arms under my chest, looking up at him.

“Jealous is hardly the right word. But if you want to be disappointed tonight then go with him.”

“You dont think i’d find you disappointing? Not even in the slightest?” I teased.

“I know you wouldn’t be. I’m not fooling you on anything. You can see for yourself later.” He grabbed a hold of my hip and pulled me closer to him.

“How many girls did you use that line on tonight? The blonde? Both the brunettes? The girl with the orange hair?”

“How many times did you let Yuta kiss your neck? Or let Ten almost try and choke you in front of everyone?”

“He wasn’t going to choke me...that time. But i guess you were watching me as much as i was watching you.” I said, knowing it was the truth.

“I just want to get you out them shorts is all. Who do you think suggested the game?” He winked at me before heading over to our circle of friends who were drunkenly calling out for us to join them. Taeil came back then with some beers and a cup of whatever he had concocted. Our spot was between Ten and Johnny but I had noticed Doyoung swaying while Yuta tried to steady him. I went over to them giving my sweet boy the once over.

“How many has he had? I asked.

“Literally like three beers. He’s such a lightweight.” Yuta teased.

I hit his shoulder gently. “Be nice. Doyoung, do you want to go home with me later? You can sleep on the couch.” I pet back his dark hair as he giggled.

“Im cool, im cool, im coooooolll. I got this!” Doyoung pawed at my hand, willing me away from him. “I'm not a baby, Eri!”

“I'm just worried about you is all. Don't get too crazy.”

“Let him be, you party pooper!” Quinn chimed in.

“You hush! You're already sloshed and I’m surprised you're not already naked.”

“Isn't that what this game is for?” They replied.

I sighed. “I guess I will have three babies to take home tonight.” I booped Quinn on their forehead gently before sitting back in my spot. “Who's starting first then?

“I'll do it!” Quinn offered. “Never have I ever been tied up.”

“Oh come on! Really?!” I said as Ten, Yuta, and I booed at them. Of course we were the easy targets with all the shit we had done together. I tossed off a sneaker while Ten went to take off his collar.

“Nah-uh. Jewelry doesn’t count. Clothes only.” Taeyong interjected.

“Damn, dont be so eager to see me naked.” Ten tossed off his black v-neck while Yuta kicked off a sandal.

Quinn nudged Doyoung signaling him to go but he had such a bad case of the drunken giggles it took him minutes to compose himself and think of something. I resisted the urge to facepalm as i watched him. “Doyoung, honey. Go lay down.” I pleaded.

“No! I got it! Never have i ever s-smoked weed!” He burst into another round of giggles before Jaehyun scoffed.

“That's fuckin’ wack! Here.” Jaehyun took the blunt out of Johnny’s hand and handed it over to Doyoung. “Inhale and hold it in for a bit.”

“No! No! Dont you dare!” I blocked Jaehyun from passing the blunt over. “Hes already drunk from a few beers. He's gonna lose it from one toke. Just take off your clothes so we can move onto Yuta.”

“You first.” He snapped back at me.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “It doesn’t apply to me, jackass.”

“Well maybe if you smoked a bit too then you wouldn’t be so bitchy. Let him have fun.”

“Why dont you fucking eat my ass, dipshit.”

“Wait no, can you please do that to me instead?” Quinn said suddenly.

“Will ya'll shut up and get back to the game? Doyoung’s smoking anyway.” Yuta snorted before falling into a laughing fit himself. While i had been fighting with Jaehyun, Doyoung had stolen the outstretched blunt and inhaled deeply. I could tell the moment he felt the burning in his chest. His eyes watered as he sputtered and coughed. Jaehyun cackled as he took the blunt back, getting in a hit of his own.

“You sure you don’t want any, goodie two shoes?” Jaehyun offered again.

“Id rather not.” I flicked his snapback off his head. “There. One article of clothing down. Yuta, please go before I strangle him.” I scooted back to my spot, a permanent pout on my face.

“You need to chill out.” Johnny whispered as he leaned in close to me. “You’re so tense. You know what would help with that?”

“Having my friend returned home safely and not passed out in his own-”

“Never have i ever had office sex!” Yuta exclaimed.

My mouth hung open, the rest of my statement dissipating in the air.

“Oohhh he got you and Taeyong!” Ten laughed. “Take it off, baby! Take it off!”

“Did you two really fuck in an office?” Jaehyun asked, staring at Taeyong and I. “Where even at?”

I chucked off my other shoe and grumbled as Taeyong pulled his shirt over his head. “Office of student affairs last semester.” he answered.

“Well damn, student affairs is right.” Johnny laughed.

I shrugged. “Shit goes down in offices and so does Taeyong.” There was a chorus of ‘ooohs’ as Taeyong gave me the finger.

“Fuck off. I made the door shake, didnt i?”

“It was up against the door??” Taeil asked, surprised.

Dammit, I really didn’t need him to hear my history now. Yuta was out to get me, Doyoung was already fucked up, Taeil was going to find out all the dirty things I’d done with almost everyone in this group and it was only the 4th round. Ten cleared his throat as I dodged Taeils question even though he was poking my side to tease me.

“Settle down children, settle down. I got a semi decent one. It’s easier to think about what i have done instead what i haven't. Anyway, never have I ever had like slow or sensual sex.”

“What!? That's a fuckin’ lie. Even i've done that. What about your first time?” Lucas interjected.

Ten shrugged. “Nope. Not really. I wasn’t nervous so we just kinda...did it. So, come on. Give something up.” Most everyone lost an article of clothing. I was curious to see that Taeil had only lost a shoe during the weed round but didnt remove anything else this time around, which meant he was either just as kinky as Ten or a complete virgin. I didn’t see him as the latter so my interest was extremely peaked at this point.

“Aren’t you going to take something off?” I asked him, returning his teasing notion.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” He winked at me and i couldn’t help but giggle as I felt the blush start to creep back into my cheeks. I tried to hide it by busying myself with trying to get one of my thigh highs off and deflect my infiltrating thoughts of a kinky Taeil when i felt Johnny's hand over mine.

“Leave those for last.”

“What for?” I asked, barely looking back at him.

He smirked and rubbed his thumb gently across my thigh. “I like them. They look good on you.”

“You're going to have to do some better convincing than that.”

Johnny grabbed the collar of his tank top and pulled it over his head leaving him bare chested and my mouth watering. I drank in each muscle he had on his torso, wanting to kiss every inch of him and follow that cute little happy trail to what was under his shorts. I was silently begging to get more rounds in as soon as possible.

“Convinced yet?” he asked, cockily..

I rolled my eyes, pretending that it was such a hassle for me to leave my socks for last. However, I stood up and undid the buttons of my high waisted shorts, shimmying them down my thighs before kicking them behind me. I adjusted my lacy black panties, feeling all eyes on me.

“Why is there even a bow on the back?” Taeyong asked.

“Because my ass is a present, thanks.”

“Gimmmeeeeee!” I heard Quinn say, making grabby hand motions at me.

“No, you get it tomorrow, if you're good!” I joked.

“You guys are gonna fuck?” Jaehyun asked, looking at Quinn curiously. “Can I watch?”

“Nope sorry, that is off limits. For my eyes only.” Lucas said, beckoning for Jae to share the blunt he was still working on. He passed it over to Lucas who took it graciously.

“What do you mean for your eyes only? Share the wealth.” Jae said.

“How about no one watches anything. We’re not a damn spectacle. What Quinn and I do is none of your business. ANYWAY, Taeil your turn. Please go. Please.”

“Shoot. Uh…” He looked around at all of us trying to think of a good statement. “Um...never have I ever had a one night stand?”

“Really??? That's literally like...my entire life.” Lucas laughed.

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Never had a one night stand...pfft okay.”

Taeil just laughed. “Dont be mad because you're losing, Johnny”

“Yeah me and practically everyone else.” Johnny tossed off his snapback while i realized i had to discard my shirt. Technically, i didn’t but i decided to appease Johnny a little bit longer and leave the thigh highs for last. I pulled my crop top over my head, revealing my bare chest (who had time for fucking bras anyway) before pulling my hair over my shoulders to have a little bit of coverage. Lucas whistled at me, giving me a wink which made me roll my eyes. Johnny licked his lips, a smile on his face while Taeil tried to sneak looks without being too obvious, which he was failing at. I hugged my knees to my chest and realized that it was actually my turn to go.

I had to think of something i had never done. Not that it specifically had to be something sexual, but that was definitely more fun than ‘Never have i ever been to Korea’. “Oh! I got it. Never have I ever eaten ass before.”

“Boo, you whore!” Ten said, taking off his fishnet shirt and tossing it at me. I caught it and laughed, knowing that we were still neck in neck in the race to lose first. Quinn, Ten, and almost surprisingly Yuta discarded another piece of clothing. Only a few more rounds and someone would be naked. Lucas was coming up quick, only having his underwear (presumably) and shorts on.

It was up to Johnny now. I looked over at him as he switched his preference to a cigarette. I definitely was wondering what he was going to say. He exhaled slowly before speaking. “Never have i ever done anal.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Taeyong slurred a bit as he had been nursing his drink. “Giving or receiving?”

“Either or. Any anal at all.”

Quinn, Lucas, Ten, Yuta, and I pulled off yet another article of clothing. I wasn’t going to take off my underwear just yet so one thigh high came off. I set it in Johnny's lap, mouthing a fake apology coupled with a shrug. He tapped his ashes into an empty beer bottle and sighed. “Damn, was really hoping you'd take those panties off first.”

“Of course you were.” I snatched his cigarette from him and took a deep drag, frowning when i tasted the menthol. Ugh, fuckboys always smoked menthols. He let me keep it though, enjoying the disgusted face i made.

“Alright, Taeyong, Lucas is down to his undies. How are you gonna get him out of them?” Quinn asked as they leaned on Jaehyun's shoulder.

“Not that I want to see him naked but never have I ever had public sex.” He said.

“You fucked in an office!” Yuta protested.

“I meant like a park or parking lot or something!!”

“Well, there we go.” Lucas stood up and dropped his briefs before sprinting towards the pool, landing with a huge splash and getting water everywhere. “We better figure out who's runner up so I wont be in this pool by myself!”

“You're the idiot who jumped in there! Besides it's your turn!” Taeyong tossed a beer cap at Lucas who dodged it. I had to rid myself of the other thigh high for the public sex and i was definitely afraid of having to lose my underwear from what Lucas was going to say.

“Shit. Ok. Uh… got it! Never have i ever sucked dick before.”

Ten and I both collectively groaned as we were deemed the next losers. Johnny had the biggest smile plastered on, his eyes glued to me as i rested my hands on the waistband of my panties. I didn’t want to take them off and was hoping that everyone would magically forget that i had ever sucked their dicks before. Ten on the other hand was already tossing off his pants. Ten rarely wore underwear, if ever, so his pants were the last article of clothing he had on. Never ashamed of being naked, he joined Lucas in the chilly pool water.

“Eeeerrrriiiiii. Come on. Be a good girl and take them off!” Lucas teased.

“Shut up! Maybe i don't wanna!” i buried my face in my knees. I was already losing my buzzed feeling and embarrassment was taking over at the prospect of losing my last bit of clothing around 3 new people and my baby Doyoung.

“Dont be a wimp.” Johnny said as he dug his finger into the waistband of my panties and snapped it against my skin. “These definitely need to go.”

I didnt bother looking up, only swatted at his hand, trying to get him away from me. “Will you stop it!”

“Toss her in if she doesnt do it!” I heard Ten yell.

“What! Don't you dare!” I felt Johnny's strong arms wrap around my waist as he hauled me up easily. I kicked at him as i tried to cover my chest but he wasn't budging.

“One last chance, sweetness.” He said lowly against the sensitive skin of my neck. It was that voice...the one i listened to, the one i dreamt about, the one that turned me on in an instant. I shivered against him, suddenly taking in how warm he felt and the bulge in his boxer briefs pressing into the small of my back. I looked up at him, my breath a little heavier. There were plenty of chants and whistles especially since almost everyone was abandoning whatever they had left on and jumping in.

“Let me go! I have to check on Doyoung!” I half lied. I actually did want to check on him as he had curled up in a small ball and passed out.

“Dont worry. I'll take care of him. You two have fun.” Taeil said tensely as he hauled Doyoung to his feet.

“Oh we fuckin’ will. Bye Taeil.” Johnny smirked. I wanted to elbow Johnny for being a dick to Taeil. I tried to hit his chest but he just grabbed onto my boobs and squeezed them. I tried to pry his hands off me, telling him to let me go as Taeil passed us.

The redhead turned back to us. “Hey Eri.”

I looked up at him, mid-squirm. “Y-yeah?”

“Don’t forget to come to the library, ok? Ill give you a good lesson.” He winked at me before leaving the pool area with Doyoung stumbling beside him.

My mouth hung open momentarily but i was finally able to shove Johnny off me. I covered my chest and smiled at him. “Um, you bet...see ya.”

“Are you gonna get fucking naked or keep making kissy faces at Taeil all night?!” Ten yelled before splashing water at me.

“Ass!!” I screamed. Suddenly i felt a hand on my back and i was pushed in, sinking into the deeper part of the pool. My body struggled to accommodate my lack of height and inability to swim. Lucas scooped me up against him and i was grateful he stopped me from choking.

“I hate all of you.” I sputtered.

“We just love seeing you wet is all.” Ten chimed in sarcastically. I splashed water in his direction as Lucas still tried to hold me up. Ten stuck his tongue out at me. “Dont you have to go to the kiddie side of the pool?”

“Oh youre one to talk!” I said splashing at him again. “You little shit!”

“Why are you so angry all the time?” Taeyong said as he finally slid into the pool along with Jaehyun and Quinn.

“Dont you know, all she does is bite and scratch.” Yuta snorted.

“I haven’t had any complaints yet.” I shot back at him. “Lucas will you let me go? Im leaving you fuckers and going where i can’t drown.”

Lucas shrugged and let me waddle to the opposite end of the pool. I was hoping that my makeup wasn’t running down my face and making me look like a Dali painting. I was busy pressing my index finger to my lashes trying to make sure my mascara wouldn’t fall into my eye that i had hardly noticed that i couldn’t move any further. I was up against the side of the pool, a position i was apparently getting used to being in tonight with Johnny around. He had his hands on either side of me, that same smirk on his lips as he knew he had me right where he wanted. “You still haven’t taken off your panties.”

“Yeah well you haven’t taken your underwear off either!” I said looking down at his waist through the blue tinted water.

“I didnt lose. You did. And you have to play by the rules.”

“Hah. Playing by the rules didn’t get me where i am today.”

“Almost naked in a pool about to get fucked, you mean?”

“Precisely.” I replied, thrilled at his renewed interest. “But i'll give you the age old ultimatum. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Done.” He reached under the water and wiggled out of his boxer briefs, throwing them poolside. I swallowed hard, my head tilting to the side as i saw him. “Off. Now.” he commanded.

I stood frozen for a second still staring until i felt his hands on my hips pulling the soaked fabric down, not waiting for my go ahead. I kicked my legs out of my panties and he set them beside his. “There, now was that so hard?”

“No but Im sure you will be.”

“Halfway there.” His hands slid down the curve of my hips to cup my ass and pull me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, almost afraid that he was going to somehow launch me back underwater.

“I take it you're an ass man?”

“I'm an everything man. I don’t normally go for chicks that look like you but…” He licked his lips as he looked down at me flushed against his chest.

“Well don’t i feel special! I’m not the fuckboy's type but he still wants to fuck me. Oh me oh my!”

“Well compared to your track record over there.” Johnny nodded towards the band of idiots that i had all slept with. “I say i'm not your type either, Ms. Kink loving, anal-having, office sex wanting fuckgirl.”

“Did you take a look at Lucas? You're both big and tall with hands that could…” I refrained from saying what was on my mind.

“Hands that could what?” He tilted my chin up and traced the outline of my bottom lip with his tongue before giving me a chaste kiss. “That could finger you so deep and hard that you cum in minutes?”

“W-well i-”

He gave me another kiss, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth just a bit and sucking on it. “Or hands that could bruise your hips as i fuck you from behind?”

“You really think you're that good?” I panted as I managed to find my voice again.

“So i’ve been told but the dozens and dozens of chicks that have been in my bed.”

“Well you've never had me in your bed and to be honest i'm the only one that matters.”

“Damn. Where was that confidence when you needed to take off your panties, huh? Or do you just like to be a cocky little shit when you're about to get some?” Johnny said.

“Ask Ten. He'll tell you I can be a bit of brat when I want to be.”

Johnny chuckled. “I can definitely see that. Gonna have to find a way to occupy that mouth instead.”

“I can think of a few ways.” I pulled his head closer to mine and closed that minuscule distance between us again. I was eager to make him stop talking and instead focus everything he had on kissing me. He hoisted my leg around his waist, digging himself deep between my thighs. His hand then slid up my leg until it gripped my hip, guiding me to grind against him. Barely audible sighs of pleasure were exchanged between us. Every parting of our lips was a chance for our tongues to collide while every closing enacted bites and warm sucks. His other hand slid down my stomach to my parted thighs, his thick fingers caressing what i wanted him to touch the most.

The first finger was tentative, easing in with languid rubs and curling every time my breath would catch in my throat from his kiss. The smirk against my lips told me he was toying with me, wanting to draw out my torture for as long as possible. He pulled one last kiss before moving his attention to my neck. My forehead rested around his shoulder, my hands pressed between his shoulder blades. “You like this, dont you?”

“You’re hotter when you dont talk.”

“What?”

I looked up at him and pressed my finger to his lips. “Dont talk. Just keep fingering me.”

His tongue clicked against his cheek as he shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t stop his fingers though, instead he pressed another into me as his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of my neck. My teeth bit down onto my bottom lip, shielding my moan from escaping. I rolled my hips deeper, wanting him to prove exactly how fast he could make me cum.

Suddenly a huge splash doused us, making Johnny pull away from me completely. “What the fuck!?” He yelled, wiping the water away from his face. Lucas had a giant grin on his face while Ten and Yuta were making fake orgasmic sounds and screaming “Yes daddy!”

“Are ya'll really about to fuck in this pool in front of us?!” Lucas laughed.

Crap. I had literally been so caught up in Johnny i totally had forgotten we were basically putting on a show. I shoved Johnny away and tried to cover myself knowing full well those three idiots would give me shit for it later. I tried to find an escape route but i realized my clothes were strewn about and there were no towels in sight. I would have to rush out naked and try and gather everything while the boys continued their bickering. I walked up the small ladder and out of the pool, hustling to gather my clothes and tiptoe through the grass, hating the way the blades were sticking to my feet and the dirt was becoming muddy from my dripping.

I went into the apartment, awkwardly standing around since i didn't know which room belonged to him. I needed a damn towel asap. A breeze was flowing through the open doors making the pool water turn icy on my skin. “Tell me again why you fuck those idiots?!” Johnny shouted as he came into the apartment.

I shrugged. “Same reason we were gonna hook up. I’m horny and you’re hot. But right now I’m freezing. Do you have a towel?”

“Yeah,” He rolled his eyes and headed over to the door on the left, kicking things out the way as we stepped through. “Come on.” I followed him into his room. There were clothes everywhere as well as old condom wrappers, fast food bags, and empty starbucks cups. I stared at the mess in disgust then up at him as he handed me a towel. “Did you get that from the floor?” i asked.

“You wanted one, didn’t you?”

I stared at him, squinting slightly. “Did you get this from the floor?”

“It was from behind my damn door, ok? You gonna dry off so we can fuck or what?””

I rolled my eyes and took the stupid towel, drying off as best as i could. My hair was a mess and I pulled it up into a bun, still feeling the pool water drip down my neck. Johnny tossed his own towel on the pile of dirty laundry after he dried off and stepped closer to me. “Now where were we?”

I sighed. “I actually should probably get going. It's getting late…”

“And?”

“And i'm tired. I'm gonna have to fish out Quinn and Lucas.”

He licked his lips and pushed his jet black hair back. “You literally were begging me to keep fingering you in my pool. You think i'm gonna let the boys you play with ruin the mood? Come here.”

“They don’t matter right now but I-”

His hands were on my hips then, lifting me up easily. My body instinctively wrapped my limbs around him, shocked senseless at his first move. My mouth was suddenly dry as we were now on the same level and his eyes met mine. I was trying to say something, anything at all, but i was sure my mouth was just doing the motions and making me look like a gaping fish. He carried me over to his bed laying me down and spreading my knees apart. “We were here, right?” He asked as he rubbed his fingers through my folds, making purposeful stops at my clit and rubbing the smallest of circles before diving his fingers back down again.

My eyes fluttered closed and I nodded my head. My hips followed each languid stroke, wanting him to touch every nerve i had. I could feel the droplets of water from his bangs splatter onto my stomach, the iciness making me twitch as my skin started to heat up. His lips kissed away the droplets, his tongue tracing intimate patterns into my skin. I felt a small bite right above my hip bone and I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, keeping my decibels down. His eyes flickered up towards me, an expression of curiosity within them.

“You’re quiet.” He stated, almost surprised. “Aren’t you going to start moaning?”

“You haven’t don’t enough to make me moan.” I fibbed. “Remember what i said before? You're hotter when you don’t talk.”

“Fine. Whatever.” He moved himself slowly up to meet my face as his fingers dug into me, a steady beat of push and pull while his thumb focused those teasing circles against my bundle of nerves again. “I just figured you’d start screaming my name sooner or later.”

“Ugh, no thank you. You still haven’t proved any-” The end of my sentence turned into a sharp inhale of breath as he curled his fingers against my walls, pressing into a spot i could rarely reach on my own.

“What was that?” he smirked.

I gripped onto his bicep, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to match his motions. I rolled my body with each curl of his fingers, bounced my hips with each harsh thrust, and arched every time he would graze against that devilish spot. I could feel him watching me beneath him, my chest heaving as i desperately wanted to cum already. My tongue parted my lips, licking them slowly before i caved in and moaned. At this point I was still determined not to say his stupid name or beg for that matter but he sure as hell was making it hard. I dug my nails into his tender skin just as his knuckles hit my entrance, filling me completely with the thickness of his fingers.

“Damn…” I heard him whisper amidst my whimpers and the sounds of him working through my slickness. His lips brushed against my ear, his warm breath tickling my lobe as that deep, silky smooth voice left him. “You're gonna look so good wrapped around me.”

That was the cheesiest and wackest line I had ever heard but that voice made my entire face flush and my body clamp down on him tight. That stupid voice. I hated what it did to me. I hated that it sent my mind reeling back to all the nights I had masturbated to it over the radio. I tried to protest but no words were coming out. He was working himself faster now, a rough cycle of ‘come here’ motions and thrusts that had me helpless. I arched my hips again, my toes digging into his calves as i was ready to fall into my orgasm. Then he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets, and leaving me out in the cold. He got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rifling through his top drawer.

I glared at him, a rough and annoyed breath slipping out. Did he really just leave me hanging like that? I sat up on my elbows, seeing a flash of gold in his fist. “First of all, fuck you. Second of all, why did you stop, you shitty tease?”

“I had to get a condom? Im not gonna fuck you without one.” He tore open the package and slid the rubber on before making his way back to me. He was ready to resume his place above me but my heart leapt into my throat as I saw him fully.

“WHOA! PAUSE! PAUSE!” I exclaimed, outstretching my hands to keep a bit of distance between us. “Why didn't you tell me you had….all of that!?”

He shrugged simply. “It was kinda cold in the pool. Does it matter?”

“Yes it matters! That’s...!” I covered my face as I flopped back onto the mattress, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t going to be so bad. So far Lucas had been the biggest I had ever had and he was mostly length. Johnny was on a different level and i was convinced i was going to die from him scrambling my insides. I felt him ease my face back towards his before pulling my hands away.

“Chill. Im not gonna barge in there. I have done this a few times before, you know.” His eyes raked over my body as he licked his lips. “Just relax for me, baby. I swear i'll treat you right.”

I almost gagged as his tired old lines. “Yeah that's easy for you to say. You're not the one about to have your guts in your throat.”

“Jesus, if you want to puss out on me just tell me so I don’t have to waste my time anymore. I could’ve had someone else here instead.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, i doubt it with the way you were begging me to keep my thigh highs on and sit by you.” I sighed softly. “Just….go slow. Or else i'll hit you.”

“If you do i'll kick your ass out. I dont care.”

I pouted and looked away, my cheeks still warm. “Fine….sorry.”

It was his turn to sigh before pressing his lips to mine way softer than he had before. The tip of his cock was already trying to sink into me and i forced my body to relax as much as possible. I focused on his lips, the way he felt against me, his hands rubbing up and down my hips and thighs, and the soft groans he was slipping into my mouth. He would stop every so often when i would wince or become too tight for him.

I adjusted myself beneath him, trying to gauge how much he had left until he was almost completely inside me. We avoided eye contact this time though his thumb was making lazy swipes on my hip. I did appreciate that he wasn’t so much of an asshole and took his time with me. It was actually pretty...cute. I wanted him to feel good, for us to feel good, while he fucked me. Feeling him already so warm and stretching me to my limits was starting to make me squirm in anticipation.

Minutes went by as he alternated between minuscule thrusts and sucks to all my erogenous zones, trying to turn me on more to pull my wetness around him. Eventually his thrusts became more fluid and less overwhelming as I finally adjusted. I pulled his head closer, licking his lips slowly before giving him a firm chaste kiss. “I want you to fuck me, ok?”

He nodded quickly, switching his tactics instantly. He took control of my mouth again, commanding my tongue as he pulled his hips back slowly. The returning thrust was a harsh snap and it made me sink my nails deeper into his flesh. He paused again, gauging if it was too much for me to handle. I shook my head and breathed out a shaky ‘dont stop’. He gripped the edge of the mattress just above my head, using it as leverage to work himself into a faster tempo. The pain was underlying the pleasure still but i didn't mind it at all now. I was faltering back against him, a cadence of mewls and strangled breaths tumbling from my lips. His teeth found my neck once more, nipping at the weak spot just beneath my jawbone. I slid my fingers up the length of his broad shoulders and neck to the soft fuzziness of his undercut before grabbing a hold of his longer tresses and pulling.

“Bite harder. I'm not fragile.”

“Oh now you're tough shit, hmm?” he chuckled before yanking my hand from his hair. “You sure you don’t want me to keep going slow? Those sounds you make are pretty cute.”

“I’m positive, asshole. And i wasn’t making any sounds. It was just breathing or whatever. Shut up.”

“Get on your stomach then. And don’t give me any complaints either.”

I swallowed hard, staring up into the dark pools of his eyes and trying to register a command I wasn’t prepared for. When i didn’t move fast enough he forced my hips down, my stomach meeting the mattress for a microsecond before I was pulled onto my knees. My thighs rested on the outside of his, my small legs struggling to accommodate fitting him between me. His hands made my wrists disappear in his grip and kept me pinned down firmly. The breath felt like it was getting knocked out of me as his thrusts were painting vivid stories of pleasure throughout my entire being. My skin was blooming with sinfully hard bites on my shoulders. A low short growl rumbled against my skin and for the first time i whimpered his name, wanting it to be the only thing that ran through my mind.

His name on my tongue only spurred him on further. His blunt nails made crescent marks on the underside of my wrist as my veins pulsated against the tender skin. He moved one of them from beside my head, guiding my hand down to the incredibly pleasure filled center he was invading. His finger tips folded over mine, leading me to resume the attention to my clit that I so desperately needed. My face pressed into the mattress as I wanted to muffle the acute sobs building in my throat. My idle hand bunched the fitted sheet in my fist tugging it from the corners of the bed. “Please...” The word escaped before I could even think to stop it.

“Please what?” He teased, that sultry voice making my entire body shudder. Of course he was one of those guys that got off on making me say what i wanted and inflating his ego. I pushed my face into the mattress deeper, not wanting him to see the begging look on my face. Johnny let out a stiff grunt before he pressed his hand into my spine, making my back bow more. His other hand tore my hips higher, the tips of his fingers finding the dip in my hip bone that never failed to make me squirm. My thighs quivered as he pushed into it more, the V of his waist hitting my ass repeatedly. My teeth grabbed at my lip again as my toes tried to steady my weakening form. I tensed, clenching around his thickness as the head of his cock tormented the deepest part of me. I felt him shudder, a strained groan coming from him.

“F-fuck...babe. Relax for me.”

Easy for you to say. I thought. You’re not the one getting railed in half.

He pressed harder into me, if that was even possible. Every ridge, every vein, riding against me. Little by little, he eased his hand from my hip to rest on my shoulder dangerously close to my neck. He was trying to steady himself, to reel back his control and resist the urge to cum just yet. He cursed under his breath as his panting was getting heavier. I tilted my head towards my shoulder, trying to urge him to grab my throat. Choking always got me closer to cumming faster than most things but he pulled away his hand quickly as if i had burned him. I looked back at him momentarily, about ready to ask if he would just do it but i saw the way his lip was caught between his perfect teeth, his eyes closed shut, eyelashes dusting the tops of his cheeks. It turned my stomach into a gooey mess of emotions especially after he let out a deeper groan, his chest tensing just a bit as his brows furrowed. “Johnny...”

He nodded, letting out a simple ‘mhm’ before pulling me up to his chest. He forced my head towards his, engulfing my mouth in a rushed heated kiss while both our hands melded together once more between my folds. I reached my other hand back to cup his head, twisting my fingers in his hair again. Our fingers were working faster together against my clit as he rolled his hips up into me, making us both teeter on the edge. He swallowed hard, pressing his forehead against mine as i felt him throb inside me. A warm feeling filled my stomach, making me shudder and whine as i followed his orgasm. I slumped back against him as i tried to regain my breath and stop my legs from quivering. I was definitely going to feel that tomorrow.

Only a few sparse moment passed before Johnny cleared his throat.“So…You good to leave?”

I blinked a few times in disbelief. I rarely stood over with one night stands but we had barely just finished and already he was kicking me out? My entire demeanor changed. “Yeah, I’m fucking good to leave. Just give me a sec, damn.” i hissed.

He pulled out of me slowly, leaving me to collapse onto his mattress. I heard him rummaging around his room, the flick of a lighter going off at some point. I was curled up on my side, my body betraying my will to move and not give him the satisfaction of kicking me out. I was trying my best to get but my eyes were fluttering closed. Johnny tapped my ass before shaking me by my hip.

“Up. Now.” He yawned deeply before crawling into bed. “You’re not staying here.”

“I know jackass.” I said, following up with a yawn of my own. “Two seconds though.”

“Two seconds.” He closed his eyes and folded his arm across them, settling beside me. I was getting up. Right now.

“Fuck!” I gasped as i shot up from my sleep. I had felt a shift in the bed beside me as Johnny had rolled onto his side. I realized that i had fallen asleep at his place. Shitshitshitshitshit. I wasn't supposed to stay here. I was supposed to get up after a few seconds, leave, pretend that i didn’t just have the hottest sex of my life and that i totally didnt want him again. Now my plan was ruined because it was probably around 6 am when we were done. I barely got any sleep and time was starting to feel like a joke that made me more disoriented. I looked at the wad of my clothes on the floor and slipped out of bed, hissing as my stomach clenched in pain. Great. Just great. I scrambled over to my clothes and pulled on my shorts and top, not even bothering with my socks. i stuffed my feet into my sneakers and hobbled into the living room.

Luckily, I found Lucas facedown on the couch. He had managed to pull his shorts on at least after the escapade in the pool. Quinn was curled up on top of him, still mostly naked. I rushed over, shaking them violently awake. “Let's go, let's go, let's go!” i whispered harshly.

Quinn woke up first. It looked like they hadn't been asleep for long. “Finally! I was waiting for you! You made me sleep over and i NEVER sleep over.”

“I’m sorry! I accidentally passed out. Trust me I didn’t want to sleep here either but Johnny wore me out. It took forever to get him mostly all the way in.”

“Well damn...how big was he?”

“Magnum size big. Lets go.”

Quinn clutched at their chest. “Ohh girl...that's a journey.”

“I know. Will you come on?! I don't want to be here any longer than you do.” I slapped Lucas on the back, watching as his head popped up.

“H-huh?”

“Get up. We're leaving.” He rolled over as Quinn jumped off him and started putting on their clothes.

“What time is it? I feel like shit.”

“Doesn’t matter. Up. Get your shoes on.” I sighed. It was like corralling toddlers.

Lucas was finally able to get up and i practically pushed the both of them out the door. Lucas was able to find a few more of his clothes over by the pool as we shuffled along, making our way slowly to my car. I needed to sleep for 80 years and hoped to god i would be able to walk normally later.

The Boys Group Chat

Johnny: whaddup

Johnny: i lowkey only remember like half of last night lol

Yuta: fuckin mood

Yuta: we got naked in the pool didnt we?

Taeil: yall did. I didnt. I took care of DY. He was passed tf out

Johnny: aww damn does that mean you didnt get to see me fuck that girl you wanted

Taeil: I saw you acting like a damn fool. I’m not too worried anyway. Im gonna tutor her soon enough👅

Ten: and use that tired ass ‘im a virgin line’? Lmao

Taeil: listen it gets me more pussy than you will ever know. Chicks dig that sensitive innocent guy shit. The library is my sanctuary

Ten: one day somebody is gonna call you out on that whack ass shit or find out that youre always lying about being a virgin

Jae: what you gonna do then? Youre gonna have to find some other shit to lie about lol

Taeil: no ones gonna find out. Shut up. It works every year

Yuta: im surprise u havent lost ur damn job yet tbh

Taeil: what can i say im good at what i do

Johnny: anyway wtf was that chicks name that i hooked up with? I cant remember

Ten: johnny ur a damn idiot

Johnny: what?????

Yuta: ur kinda going down a dark hole so good luck with that

Taeil: she doesnt seem that bad

Yuta: LMAO

Ten: 😂😂😂😂

Johnny: whats wrong with her? She postal or something? Aint u two fuckin her too???

Ten: well yeah but she’s a handful

Yuta: to say the very LEAST

Taeil: ok we get it. Shes kinky and has poor lapses in judgement to hook up with you guys over and over

Ten: im sure you’ll find out soon enough. Shes something alright

Johnny: what do you mean? Shes not gonna like key my car or something right? I dont have time for that shit again tbh.

Jae: i havent talked to the girl I fucked about her much but like i can probs get u her snap. Or ask lucas. I think hes up her ass too

Johnny: who hasnt she slept with???

Taeyong: oh are we talking about who i think we are?

Yuta: way to come in late lmao but ya

Taeyong: oh shit lol. i mean we went over this during truth or dare.

Taeil: you mean never have i ever

Taeyong: same shit. anyway out of all of us she hasn’t touched taeil (yet), Dy or Jae….well Jae might be in waiting

Jae: fuck no. Not my type at all. she seems too damn mouthy

Ten: i mean once you gag her shes fine lmaoooooo

Johnny: yeah she kept telling me to shut up

Johnny: and she barely like….screamed or moaned or anything

Johnny: it was all these tiny little sounds

Taeil: maybe you didnt give it to her good enough

Taeyong: no. Thats literally her. I was fuckin destroying her hips against the door and she barely made a peep. Idfk whats wrong with her

Yuta: i think shes made the most noise with me and thats probably because i work her hard enough but even then i cant get a scream out

Jae: meanwhile the chick i slept with wouldnt fuckin stop making noise.

Johnny: jae your ass is loud too. sounding like a monkey thats out of breath

Taeil: fuck🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ten: lmaooooooo

Yuta: get WRECKT

Jae: fuck all of you

Jae: forreal

Jae: i cant stand yall

Jae: anyway maybe its good that shes quiet all you fucking get are screamers anyway

Johnny: i know! Especially that one chinese chick i hooked up like last semester. Jfc she wouldnt stop.

Johnny: Idk i didnt mind her not saying much i guess but it was just weird to me

Jae: bro u barely make any sounds either. All i be hearing are your girls

Johnny: 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Johnny: anyway wtf is her name lol

Ten: Eri you idiot

Yuta: just Eri lol Thats what she always says

Johnny: whats her @ on snap?

Yuta: fuck

Yuta: hold on

Taeyong: its mistresseri13

Jae: LMAO

Taeyong: 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Yuta: the bigger point is johnny fuckin suh KING of one night stands is whipped for a girl and actually wants to talk to her again

Ten: oooohhhhh true. U never hook up with the same person twice

Taeyong: i mean shes good but you really want to hook up with her again?

Yuta: ty uve been tryna hook up with her since the office thing dont lie.

Taeyong: stfu

Taeil: lmao. So now johnny's whipped for her. she must be good in the sack then

Ten: mostly shes just nice to play with. U can do almost anything with her

Lucas: why are yall blowing up my fuckin phoneeeeeeeee!!!!! im tryin to sleep

Jae: bro its like 4 in the afternoon

Lucas: yeah and? Im hungover af

Yuta: are u at the dorm?

Lucas: no. Babes making me pancakes

Taeil: babe? Babe who??? Who the hell did you get to actually cook for you?

(Downloading picture)

Taeil: is that Eri in the kitchen? in her underwear?

Johnny: excuse me

Jae: HAH

Ten: oohhh now johnnys gonna be jealous

Johnny: Shut it ten.

(Downloading picture)

Lucas: I get morning kisses too lmao

Yuta: are we sharing pics of her now bc ive got plenty.

Lucas: shes still my friend tho. Dont do that.

Ten: not like we all havent seen it before tbh

Jae: i mean i kinda wanna keep it that way. You can have her.

Taeyong: spoiler alert dumbass, we've all slept with Quinn too. You aint special. Shes literally at my place rn

Taeil: oh fuck is that what you've been doing?

Taeyong: lmaooo yeah. Working on a “project”

Taeil: thats what i kept hearing. Im leaving.

Taeyong: shes heading out now actually. Going back to her place. Jae ill tell her you said hi

Lucas: i guess johnnys not the only one whos jealous

Johnny: im not fuckin jealous. Im not even gonna snap her

Ten: uh huh

Yuta: yep sure

Taeil: yeah right

Lucas: well i gotta go eat pancakes and maybe eat something else later👅👅👅👅💦💦💦

Johnny: ew

Taeyong: thats probably why she'll ignore your ass lol

Ten: get that tongue in j-suh or else she wont ever text you back

#johnny smut #Johnny Fanfic #johnny suh #johnny seo #nct smut #nct fanfiction #nct fanfic #nct #johnny suh smut #johnny seo smut #johnny fanfiction

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balmacedapascal-archive · 5 years

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THE ADVENTURES OF OLIVIA DELLAMONICA & VINNIE MALZAHN

Olivia Dellamonica first met Vinnie Malzahn when he came home with Ty after school one day. They were six and she was four. She’d started going to preschool at their church but she still wasn’t happy that Ty got to got to school and she couldn’t go with him. And she definitely wasn’t happy that he was bringing home some other kid bc Ty was her best friend and why did they need someone else? Especially someone who was loud and always bouncing around and eating the green popsicles that were supposed to be hers. He couldn’t stick around, he just couldn’t.

By the time Olivia was seven she’d resigned herself to the fact that there was no getting rid of Vinnie. Him and Ty had been stuck together like glue since kindergarten and there was no end in sight. She didn’t like it but she’d learned to put up with him. And by put up with, really it just meant she’d gotten big enough where she could shove him off their couch when she got really annoyed. The boys didn’t play with her much, something about girls having cooties and not wanting to play with dolls or do stupid girl stuff. Plus they were nine and didn’t want to do “baby stuff”. They’d still play with her every now and then when her mom would make them. And Jonathan would still play with her most of the time even if he wanted to chase after the older boys instead. She had the advantage there. They wouldn’t play with her because she was a girl but Jonathan was way littler than her so he definitely didn’t get to play with them.

By the time her 10th birthday comes, she doesn’t try to chase after Ty and Vinnie anymore. They’re in seventh grade now and it might as well be a different planet. Besides she has her own friends from school - Cassie, Hayley, Lauren - and she doesn’t need her big brother to be her best friend. But the boys are still at her party because it’s at the pool and her mom got an ice cream cake and of course Vinnie has to throw her into the pool cackling like an idiot. She gets him back and dumps a soda on him and then it’s war but that’s not new. She’s been fighting with Vinnie for years. But now her friends giggle and say how cute he is and that is definitely new and she doesn’t like it. She tells her mom Vinnie definitely doesn’t get to come next year

She’s eleven when she wakes up to the sound of their father yelling after midnight, sneaking downstairs to see Ty and Vinnie on the couch, looking more serious than she’s ever seen either of them. She doesn’t catch all of it - something about sneaking out and trespassing and the couple beers missing from the fridge - before her mom spots her and sends her back to bed but the next morning Ty’s grounded and Vinnie’s not allowed to come over for three weeks. It’s the quietest three weeks in their house that she can ever remember and it’s the first time since he started kindergarten that Ty spends his days willingly with her and Jonathan. She won’t say it but she’s glad when the punishment is over and Vinnie comes bursting back into their house like a hurricane of energy. She will deny it with every breath she has but she kinda sorta missed him.

The summer after eighth grade is kind of a big deal and she’s so excited to finally be starting high school and she’s gone up two cup sizes while all her friends are still waiting for the boob fairy to come and everything is great. Except now boys are noticing her and she’s noticing them and Ty’s noticing all the noticing and he is not okay with it. And normally she can handle that but this time he’s convinced Vinnie “never been serious a day in my life” Malzahn to back him up and she’s lucky she can talk to a boy without one of them scaring the poor guy off. There’s also the fact that sometime after 4th of July, when their parents let them have a big party and there were high schoolers there and Vinnie wound up getting hit with some water balloons and stripping off his shirt without a care in the world, she started having the occasional dream of pg-13 romance starring the boy in question. It’s only happened like twice (okay five times but whatever) but it makes being around his loud and obnoxious self a little awkward. So she does her best to avoid him and Ty, for multiple reasons and before school starts she finally manages to get her first kiss despite their efforts to keep her away from boys. It’s wet and sloppy and kind of disappointing but it still counts for something.

Freshman years comes and goes and it’s filled with the usual ups and down of being in high school. Most people start to identify her as Ty’s little sister which she isn’t too excited about but it could be worse. Despite being back in the same school building she doesn’t see a ton of the guys but every now and then they pop up. Ty usually swoops in when she doesn’t really want him to, protective big brother mode activating. Vinnie occasionally finds her during lunch, being loud and obnoxious and stealing food off her plate until she shoved him away and he just laughs and her friends all still think he’s cute which is honestly more annoying than it was four years ago. She goes to all their baseball games like she has been for years and Vinnie still insists on giving her gross sweaty hugs afterwards when he smells like BO and dirt and she still hates it which is probably why he still does it.

The one moment where she actually gets along with Vinnie is at the spring formal. She’s there with a sophomore named Tommy who’s on the basketball team and is super cute but winds up spending more time drinking spiked punch and joking around with his teammates and she’s only danced with her girlfriends until Vinnie shows up at their table during some slow 80s ballad and pulls her onto the dance floor before she can protest. He’d come stag after him and the girl he’d been dating broke up last month so she just assumes it’s a pity dance cuz he’s bored while Ty’s with his date. But it’s still nice and he smells like Old Spice and he’s actually pretty good at dancing which she’ll tease him about later and she tries not to blush when he spins her around and dips her and she doesn’t run away when the song ends and a new one starts. They wind up dancing together for four songs before he disappears to talk with Ty about something.

Jonathan hits his growth spurt when he turns thirteen and she’s suddenly the shortest one in the house. She spends the entire summer hearing every short person nickname in the book and by the time schools starting back up its a miracle she hasn’t murdered Vinnie.

It’s senior year for the boys and they’re a little too busy to really pop into her life at school but she still sees them. Sees Ty stressing about keeping his grades up and doing good when college scouts come and making sure the team dominates this season. He goes out of town one weekend with their parents for a college visit and it’s the first time she gets to stay home alone. Well not alone. Jonathan’s there (she refuses to call him Dells, even if all his friends think it’s cool) and Vinnie shows up halfway through Saturday, bored and looking for entertainment. It’s one of the only times she’s hung out with Vinnie without Ty there as a buffer. They watch a ton of movies and order pizza and eventually wind up getting ice cream before going back home and falling asleep on the couch halfway through Field of Dreams and wake up in the morning in a tangled mess of legs and arms and she can still smell his cologne (still Old Spice) six hours later when her parents get home and he’s gone back to his house. Neither of them ever mention it, not to each other and not to Ty but she doesn’t shove him away as often when he crowds her on family movie nights.

Her and her mom both cry at graduation along with Mrs. Malzahn and she says it’s because she’s just so relieved that Ty actually graduated and that it’s a miracle he didn’t get kicked out because of one of Vinnie’s hijinks but really she’s a little sad she won’t have them around anymore. Jonathan will be starting his freshman year in the fall and she’s excited to have him around and get to be the big sibling for a change. But she’s still gonna miss her idiots.

The boys leave for college and the house is just too quiet. Like unbearably quiet. Like she didn’t realize how much noise they made and how much she would hate the silence once they were gone. She gets more involved with extracurriculars at school, finding stuff to keep her busy and out of the house and away from all the quiet. She pretends not to be thrilled when they come home for a long weekend and drive her a little crazy with all their stories and antics and she hugs them both longer before they leave on Sunday

Throughout junior and senior year she dates a couple different guys and it’s nice. Just nice. Nobody gets her blood boiling, nobody gives her those big romcom feels, nobody drives her crazy. And it doesn’t have anything to do with the dumbass who comes home and steals her food and tells her stories about college life and flops on top of her when she’s on the couch. It definitely has nothing to do with Vinnie fucking Malzahn. Not at all.

Senior prom is a Big Deal™️ and she spends a couple weeks searching for the perfect dress with her girlfriends - the same girls who’ve stuck with her since sixth grade and they’re trying to just have fun and not think about them all going their separate ways in the fall. She just wants to have fun and dance and enjoy herself. And she’s got a date who’s one of the better looking guys in their grade and has been a friend for the last couple years. And it’s going to be great. Except then he calls up about twenty minutes before he’s supposed to pick her up with the news that his ex is back in town and they’ve been talking and they’re gonna give it another go and he hopes she understands that he has to cancel for prom. Which leaves her in a pretty blue prom dress and no date. Her mother says go anyways, have fun. Ty has to be talked down from going and taking a baseball bat to the guys front bumper. Vinnie disappears and she doesn’t even notice until she’s trying to figure out how to unpin her hair and suddenly she’s being told to stop what she’s doing and get her butt in the car and Vinnie’s back in a suit and has corsage and she doesn’t really understand what’s happening but her mom snaps a couple pictures of them in those classic prom poses before he all but drags her out to the car and heads to the dance

They argue in the parking lot once she finally finds her voice “Vinnie, I’m not walking in there with your dumb ass as a pity date!” “For the love of god it’s NOT a pity date, Liv!” “Yes it is” “Jesus woman why are you so damn stubborn?!” “Fuck off!” “Just get out of the car! We’re going in, we’re dancing, it’s going to be a grand fucking time and you will thank me one day” “no!” “Do not make me throw you over my shoulder woman! You know I can! I’ve done it before!” “I swear to god Vin, I will murder you”

They eventually get inside and she has to explain a couple times the change in plans and eventually she calms down and remembers how much fun she can have with Vinnie when he’s not picking on her and he dances with her on just about every single song for an hour straight until she’s out of breath and laughing and she tries not to think about how he actually looks good with his hair a little messy and his shirt unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up, making her snort and laugh as he attempts to do the running man in some weird dance off between him and Cassie’s boyfriend. They stay until the very end when she’s ditched her heels and has lost a handful of bobby-pins from too much dancing and not enough hairspray.

They both just sit in the car when they finally get back to her house. The lights are off and she knows it’s only because she’s with Vinnie. If she’d actually gone with her original date both her dad and Ty would be waiting up for her like a couple of crazy people. She’s almost too tired to move, shoes somewhere on the floor and Vinnie’s suit jacket swallowing her smaller frame up. He kills the engine and they both just sit there and it’s quiet and she doesn’t know why because god knows he never shuts up

“Vin, why’d - why’d you go with me?” More silence as his fingers tap a random little tune against the steering wheel. “Vinnie?” “Did you have a good time?” “Wh-yeah… yeah it was great Vin. But -“ “you deserved a good time. Gotta go big for senior prom. You only got the one shot.” “You did it twice.” “Yeah well I didn’t get it right my first time” “Vin?” “You look really beautiful Liv…” she doesn’t know what to say because this is the sweetest he’s ever been to her, first time she’s gotten a compliment that didn’t have a teasing tone or a smart ass remark following and she just looks at him like she doesn’t know what’s happening

And then he kisses her like she started dreaming about when she was a kid and it’s all the fireworks she’d hoped for when she was 14 and then some and when he goes to pull back she chases him for more. They don’t leave the car for another hour.

Ty is furious. The one person he trusted to never touch his baby sister is now cuddled up with her on the couch during movie night, holding her hand and making flirty comments. Jonathan finds it a little weird and a little gross but for the most part he doesn’t care. Mrs. Dellamonica isn’t surprised in the slightest and just keeps adding an extra place setting at the family dinners like she’s been doing for Vinnie for years.

#undrafted #vinnie malzahn #jay hayden #ty dellamonica #undrafted fanfic #pls show up in the tags #this is kind of garbage bc i wrote it on my phone #but also it's just like 2500 words of love #i've had this idea since i first watched the movie #and heard the line about them being brothers in law #long post #text post

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deadlyanddelicate · 6 years

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like july forever

an adam parrish birthday ficlet; 2.5k, adam/ronan, fluff+friendship (thanks to @theamagician for betaing -- all remaining mistakes are mine!)

'Cause we're the masters of our own fate We're the captains of our own souls There's no way for us to come away 'Cause boy we're gold, boy we're gold -- "Lust for Life”, Lana del Rey

Adam Parrish hadn’t always disliked his birthday. Some of them hadn’t been terrible – not great, but he didn’t have much to compare them against – which meant he could vividly recognise just how bad the terrible ones had been.

When he was three, his grandmother came to visit for the first time. He remembered her only very vaguely, because his three-year-old self was much more impressed by the cake she had brought. It had blue icing on it, and tasted better than anything Adam had ever had, which wasn’t saying much.

When he was four, his grandmother came to visit for the second and last time. She only made it as far as the door of the double-wide before she ran into his father. Adam didn’t know, at the time, what “being drunk” meant, but he could remember the screaming and anger and the sound of a bottle thrown. After that, his grandmother stopped visiting. His mother was the only one who still got to speak to her, in hushed and resentful tones on the phone.

The only thing Adam had left of her were the five envelopes that she had sent between his fifth and tenth birthdays. There had been no card for his eleventh. Adam didn’t know why they stopped – if she’d died or just stopped bothering. He’d never dared ask his mother, for fear that it would be the latter. After a while, it hadn’t seemed to matter anymore.

All of the envelopes contained a garish birthday card and a ten dollar note. Those had been the source of all his birthday presents, as far as he knew. His mother would take him to the dollar store when his father was at work, buy him a pack of cheap candy or chocolate chip cookies, and begrudgingly allow him to choose whatever toy he wanted.

On his seventh birthday, Adam bought himself a Transformer. It was originally meant to cost 15 dollars, but the paint on it was chipped, so it had been priced down. Adam didn’t care about the chipped paint. He’d never loved another toy more.

On his eighth birthday, Adam’s father hit him for the first time. Adam would spend years afterwards trying to remember what he’d done to incite it, and the answer was: nothing. He’d just come in from playing outside with a neighbor’s kid, and had poured himself a glass of water. He still vividly remembered the feeling of the chunky plastic tumbler in his hands when his father’s fist hit. Adam had only been drinking; his father had been drinking.

On either his ninth or his tenth birthday, Adam bought himself a Pontiac model car. He’d been playing with it when he heard his parents talking in the other room. I regret the minute I squirted him into you.

That was the last year Adam remembered buying a birthday present. Any extra money he found himself in possession of, after that, he used to buy candy bars, which he’d then store under his bed, for evenings when the kitchen turned into a war zone.

Sometimes the kids at school told him happy birthday. Sometimes they didn’t. Adam stopped minding, and – as he did with many other things – learned to make do.

On his eighteenth birthday, Adam was sleeping on the couch of three psychics, after unlocking a power inside him he’d never even dreamed he could have. It would take him a little longer to truly believe that he did.

On his nineteenth birthday, Adam Parrish woke up in Ronan Lynch’s bed in his childhood bedroom at the Barns, to the smell of coffee coming from somewhere to his left.

“Happy birthday, nerd.” Ronan himself was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing black gym shorts and nothing else, except for a smudge of flour on his cheek.

Adam blinked once, twice, then mumbled something sleepy while making a grabbing motion at the mug Ronan was holding. When Ronan handed it over, he accepted it gratefully, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. It took the first sip of coffee for the words to properly connect.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess it is. I wasn’t really thinkin’ about it. Thanks,” he smiled.

“You are so welcome,” Ronan said, with teasing affectation. “I’ve got eggs and bacon waiting downstairs, so come on. Look alive, put some clothes on.” He grinned savagely. “Or don’t.”

Adam rolled his eyes, then leaned forward to thumb at the flour smudge on Ronan’s cheekbone, which made his expression shift from wolfish to slightly flustered. “Ah. Yeah. I, uh. I was making pancakes.”

Adam raised his eyebrows.

“They didn’t come out great, so I threw them away. Chainsaw was thrilled.”

Adam opened his mouth to start to protest, but Ronan shushed him with a quick kiss. “Yes, I know, we live in a consumerist nightmare of a society. You and Sargent can lecture me later. Now come downstairs before everything gets cold and gross.” And with that, he was out of the room.

Adam was left sitting in bed, cross-legged, steaming coffee in hand. “Later…?” was all he could mutter to himself, perplexed.

Breakfast didn’t feel much different from usual, which meant Adam felt at peace and profoundly happy in a way he rarely did, quietly eating toast held in one hand while Ronan played with his other hand across the table. Ten minutes in or so, Opal galloped into the kitchen in a flurry of excitement – which was also not unusual – and threw her grubby little arms around his middle. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” she screeched excitedly. Adam reclaimed his hand from Ronan to ruffle her hair fondly. “Thank you. Do you even know what a birthday is?”

Opal nodded, her chest puffing out proudly. “Kerah said it’s a party to celebrate that someone exists, and I am very happy that you do!”

Adam’s chest clenched in a foreign and delightful way. “That is a lovely way to put it,” he said, voice a little rough, even as Ronan started very casually gathering plates to drop them in the sink with a clatter. She beamed up at him, and, after disentangling herself from him long enough to rummage in the pockets of her shirt (a long, ragged flannel thing that went down to her knees), proudly presented him with a small pile of rocks. There was nothing special about them, except – as Adam discovered after examining them carefully – that all of them had nooks and crannies that seemed to tuck into each other as if by design.

“Thank you, Opal. They’re beautiful,” he smiled, turning one over in his hand. Opal smiled back, and then – as uncomfortable with open emotion as her creator – skittered off to chase Chainsaw out of the kitchen. While Adam was halfway through buttering his second slice of toast, the unmistakable honk of a 1973 Camaro sounded from the driveway, and Ronan went to get the door. Adam frowned, trying to remember whether he or Ronan had made plans to hang out with the gang, and coming up blank. Curiosity propelled him out of his chair, buttered toast still in hand, to join Ronan and Opal on the porch.

Outside, Blue was in the driver’s seat of her brand new clean-energy Camaro – it was impressive how everything about it, from the horn to the (lack of) engine, sounded precisely like Gansey’s – and somehow already bickering with Ronan about how “if you really thought I was too short to reach the pedals then you shouldn’t have dreamed it for me, Ronan”. Next to her, Gansey was watching the proceedings with an expression between amused and exhausted; and in the backseat, spiky hair undefeated by the sweltering heat, Henry Cheng greeted him with a jovial “Birthday boy! Whoop whoop!”.

Adam turned to face Ronan, one eyebrow raised in question. “Do we have plans?”

Ronan, leaning against one of the posts and casually giving blue the middle finger, looked at him with a smirk playing on his lips. “We do. A full day, actually, so you’d better finish that piece of toast pretty damn fast.”

“There’s an area near where Cabeswater used to be that I’d like to explore,” Gansey said, helpfully. “The corn is growing in an extremely odd formation, and I think there’s something to it. Figured it can’t hurt to get our resident magician to check it out,” he smiled. “Also, happy birthday, Adam.”

“Yes,” Henry added, “and after that, we’re gonna do something that is actually fun, like go to the swimming pool or get ice cream or something.”

“And then Nino’s, because I have officially quit for the summer. No more Raven dicks to tell me what drinks to bring them!” Blue added gleefully.

Adam looked at all of them in turn, then to Ronan. Ronan shrugged. “I told them we weren’t doing anything uncool for your birthday, but unfortunately we don’t have a single cool friend.”

This was followed by a general squawk of protest from the car’s occupants. Adam was still reeling. “I thought you guys would be busy. Aren’t you leaving for your trip in like two days?”

Blue gave him a pitying look. “Like we were going to miss this?” Gansey leaned forward in his seat, somehow managing to look solemn even in his lime green polo. “Not a chance,” he said, steady and true.

Adam swallowed. “Oh. Alright. I’ll… go finish my toast?” Chainsaw landed on his shoulder and affectionately rubbed her head against his cheek. Then she stole the toast.

“Well, I suppose that takes care of that,” Adam said. He wasn’t sure how to feel – his stomach and heart were flipping through a lot at once, numb and giddy and helpless and exhilarated and surprised and grateful. His chest was aching a little, and he felt, for some reason, the urge to laugh. Instead, he smiled at his friends – at his boyfriend – his family. “I’ll grab the cards. Keep ‘er running, Blue.”

On Adam’s nineteenth birthday, there was friendship and magic and Ronan’s obnoxiously loud music played from the speakers of Blue’s dreamt Camaro. There was the sweat of summer clinging to their pores as they explored Gansey’s corn maze – there was Gansey, alive and vibrant and young and old all at the same time, because they’d saved him, they’d saved him – and there was the cool shade of the trees when they finally sat down for a rest (these were not magical trees, not strictly speaking, but although Adam missed Cabeswater sorely, the air seemed to be thrumming with a more powerful magic today).

There was ice cream, that Adam insisted he pay for, and there was birthday cake, that he didn’t. Actually, there were birthday cakes. A lavish red velvet affair bought by Gansey and Henry, and a yogurt-and-chocolate-chips cake baked by Blue. ("You didn’t have to do this,” Adam said, his throat tight. Blue patted his shoulder gently. “Of course we did. It’s your birthday, and I didn’t get you one last year, because someone didn’t tell me.” She glared daggers at all of them, Adam included, ignoring Henry’s protest that he didn’t even know her at the time).

There was the public swimming pool that neither Ronan nor Henry nor Gansey had ever been to, but that Adam and Blue knew well, and there was Blue cannon-balling herself into the water with a joyful shout, and then there was all of them splashing and yelling and throwing around a ball, and Ronan dunking Henry underwater until his perfect hair was ruined (“Lynch, you criminal”), and climbing on each other’s shoulders in turns to play chicken fight until the lifeguard threatened to kick them out.

There was Nino’s, with its familiar pizza and iced tea that was just the right amount of sweet; and by this point, Adam was so overfull on the day’s feasting – so overflowing with happiness and gratitude and love – that it didn’t even occur to him to protest when Ronan declared he was ordering two pizzas, and Adam could order one too, if he wanted to, but wouldn’t it be a shame for all that pizza to go to waste. You can have this, he reminded himself. You can let him do this for you and one day you’ll do the same for him. And for once, in the sticky booth that had been witness to their planning of adventures, comparing of school notes, and divining of magical forces, he knew with clarity that all of this wasn’t charity; it was friendship.

There were jokes and memes and group selfies (mostly taken by Henry) and off-key renditions of “Happy Birthday To You” (mostly started by Blue) and “For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow” (mostly initiated by Gansey) and by the time Adam’s ears were burning pink and his face was buried in his hands, there was Ronan’s comforting hand on his leg, a grounding touch even as Ronan himself joined in the chorus.

Eventually, after night had fallen, they parted – with a fistbump from Gansey, a warm handshake from Henry, and a hug from Blue, lingering and fierce.

And after that, there was this:

The clean, crisp night breeze as he and Ronan drove back to Singer’s Falls, windows down, speed limit in the rearview mirror. The bass pounding softly from the speakers of the BMW, thumping in Adam’s chest and temples even as it echoed in his right ear. The absolute quiet of the fields at the Barns, except for the crickets’ song filling the air. The lights on the porch glowing softly to welcome them home, casting Opal in a golden shimmer where she slept on the recliner with Chainsaw perched next to her.

And inside, this:

Ronan’s hands in his hair, Ronan’s mouth on his mouth, Ronan’s hips against his hips as they stumbled through the hallway, past the living room, into the kitchen.

On the kitchen table, striking and flawless except for a handprint that matched Opal’s perfectly, was a third cake, with candles on them that must have been magical because they’d clearly been burning for a while without melting. Adam’s eyes felt damp.

“You baked a cake?” he asked, voice small, very aware that he was asking for confirmation of something that was extremely clear and obvious, but struggling to hold all his blessings together in this one single day.

“Did you really think I had failed at making pancakes? I’m the fucking pancake master, Parrish.”

Perhaps it was the fact that Ronan sounded so genuinely offended – which meant he wasn’t at all – that made Adam burst out laughing. He blew on the candles, one by one. He ran a finger through the icing, and smeared it on Ronan’s lips. Then he kissed Ronan until they were light-headed, breathless and staggering and clinging to each other with hands fisted in shirts.

Upstairs, he knew, the night was theirs: a night made for dreaming and not-sleeping, for kissing and laughing, for Ronan’s skin under Adam’s fingers and Ronan’s eyelashes against Adam’s cheeks, for learning each other’s bodies over and over and for talking until daybreak.

Adam hadn’t always disliked his birthday, but for the first time in his life, he thought he could learn to love it.

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Scene Week - Sunday

WHO: Bailey Rhodes (Dom) & Eli Hummel (sub) @bwaybailey

WHERE: Switch Dorms, room 108 ; Bailey’s suite.

WHEN: Sunday Afternoon, 19th May

CLASS: You Missed A Spot - Cleaning and Cooking Dinner

KINKS: None

NOTES: Dominant has submissive do chores in the room and then cook them both a meal afterwards

WORD COUNT: 2078

This week sure had been eventful for Eli but he had enjoyed finally getting out there and was now ready to do a domestic scene with Bailey. He had never really done anything domestic before except helping clean the house with his step mother so this would be a great experience for him. He made his way to the switch building and found Bailey's room, taking a quick sigh before he dropped to his knees and knocked on the door.

Bailey didn’t really know what he was supposed to do, this whole things so new to him but he figured a domestic scene was simple enough. He could get Eli to do some chores around his dorm and then cook them dinner. Then he would see what Eli would want as a reward. Simple. He smiles when he opens the door and sees the submissive. “Hey,” he greets with a grin. “Come in, kneel by the couch,” he orders. Once Eli is inside his dorm he shuts the door behind him and walks over to the couch himself.

Eli smiled up at Bailey, "Hey Sir" he breathed out and then, once ordered, crawled over to the couch. He hadn't been given permission to stand so he stayed down on his hand and knees, stopping next to the couch and sitting back so he was kneeling, his hands resting on his knees, "I've never done a domestic scene before Sir" he said, as he watched Bailey go to the couch.

“That would make too of us, darling,” he replies as he leans against his couch, looking over at Kurt. “I’ll tell you what I had in mind and you can tell me if you’re okay with it or not and if you’re not, we’ll discuss something else,” he advises with a small, reassuring smile. “I was thinking I’d give you a list of chores to do, nothing too big and then you can make us dinner. So, thoughts?”

Eli nodded, he knew Bailey was new to the institute so it wasn't all that surprising he'd not done it before. He listened to what Bailey had in mind, "Yes Sir, I can certainly do some chores and cook us dinner. What did you have in mind for food?" he asked.

Bailey was glad that Eli was okay with what he had decided on, he didn’t ever want someone to feel like they had to do something. “Good boy,” he praises with a soft smile on his lips. “For dinner, I bought fish and I was thinking you could make us fish tacos,” he starts. “If you don’t like fish, I have chicken and beef, too, so take your pick.” Bailey was someone who literally liked every food there was - except kale that was gross. “There’s a list of chores on the counter for you that I want you to complete.”

Eli bit his lip as a blush crept to his face at being called a good boy and he nodded, "I can make fish tacos" he smiled, quite looking forward to that now. He looked back to the kitchen, "I'll erm, start those chores for you now Sir, can I get you anything? A drink or something before I start?" he asked.

“Good because they’re my favourite,” Bailey replies with a soft laugh. He didn’t know how people felt about fish so he always had a backup plan but he was glad Eli was onboard. He can’t help but smirk with how uncertain Eli seems considering that’s exactly what he was here for. “I’ll have a glass of water before you start. Thank you.”

Eli nodded and went into the kitchen, locating the glasses and pouring the water before taking it through to Bailey and placing it on the table, "I'll go and do those chores" he said. Picking up the list, he decided to start in the living room, fluffing the cushions on the sofa, folding some blankets he found laying around and instantly noticing the one with playbills, "This blanket is beautiful Sir" he said as he folded it. He swiftly moved on, dusting the areas that he could reach. Once finished in the lounge, he made his way to the kitchen working his way through the washing up and then drying it and putting it away before wiping the sink down and cleaning the sides. He'd taken a little longer then he normally would and managed to do it all in just over an hour, "Hey Sir, I think I've gotten everything you asked for".

Bailey accepts the glass from Eli, thanking him as he does. He doesn’t want to get in the submissive’s way too much so when he’s in the living room, Bailey keeps to the kitchen, looking up every now and again to keep an eye on Eli as he cleans. “Thank you. It’s my favourite throw I’ve ever owned,” he tells him. He sometimes thinks he goes overboard with the whole Broadway thing but honestly the doesn’t really care if he does. He likes how efficiently the submissive is working. He comes back into the kitchen as Eli speaks, smiling at him. “Good boy, thank you,” he praises as he sits down at his table. “You can start with the food now. And If you need a drink, help yourself,” he adds. He leans back in his chair casually.

When Bailey called him a good boy, he flushed a little and took a breath, turning to busy himself in the kitchen. He grabbed the ingredients he needed from the cupboards and the fridge and set about preparing them. Once his ingredients were prepared, those that didn't need cooking, he moved in bowls and plates and took to the table. He went back and grabbed stuff to lay the table with, doing that before cooking the fish. Once the fish was cooked, he diced it and turned to smile at Bailey, "I think dinners done" he said with a small laugh.

Bailey had been alternating between messing around on his phone to looking up and watching Eli as he prepares their food. It starts to small so good and he’s so ready for food now - he actually hasn’t eaten yet today for no particular reason he just hadn’t been hungry but now he is. When Eli speaks he puts his phone down and smiles at him. “Good, ‘cause I’m starving,” he tells him. “You can dish it out for us and sit,” he tells him.

Eli moved back to the dining table and started portioning the food out for the two of them. He walks to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water and then returns to the table, "It's ready for you, Sir" he says sitting down

“Thank you, Eli,” Bailey says with a soft smile. He’s happy with how the submissive has been during their scene. He had liked Eli from just speaking to him and it was nice to see that he took things seriously when he needed to. “Do you have any scenes planned for Monday and Tuesday?” he asks.

Eli nodded, "You are welcome Sir" he said taking a bite of his food. He listened to the question and nodded, "Yes sir I have. I've had a scene every day of this week" he said, somewhat proudly. Yes his body was paying and he had bruises all over his back and ass but he was content.

Bailey nods his head, impressed. He likes people that involved, that do things to the full and don't just have ass it because what's the point in that? He wants to work hard and likes other people who are the same. "That's good. Aiming high for points, huh?" That was the goal after all.

Eli smiled and continued to eat his food, “That and I really want to learn and this seemed like a fantastic opportunity to get to interact with Dom’s and Switches and see what kind of thing I enjoy” he admitted, “Like I’ve enjoyed doing this with you Sir”

"It is good to find out what you like and don't like and the only way to do that is to jump and experience new things." That's exactly what Bailey planned on doing here. He wasn't the most sexual person in the world, unless he was comfortable with someone, hence the domestic scene. He can't help but smile when the submissive says he's enjoyed their scene. "Good, I am glad to hear that."

Eli nodded, “I know I need to start coming into my own. I’ve been nervous about admitting stuff to people and wanting to talk about what I like and what I don’t”. He had discussed things with one Dom but even then, he had been particular and omitted things.

"I guess when you get the right people, it's easier to tell them what you want and like," Bailey responds with a shrug. He strongly believes that because he really isn't in the business of just tell anyone what he likes and wants. "Okay since you have been so awesome, such a good boy, during this scene I want to reward you for it. So tell me what you would consider a reward for yourself."

Eli nodded in agreement and then found himself smiling like a fool when Bailey called him a good boy, "Oh you don't have to do anything for me sir, just being a good boy for you is enough" he paused and added, "If you want to though, I love books and could either use a trip to a library or a book store".

"Don't sweat it, you've bene good that definitely deserves a reward, darling," he assures. He figures whoever he Dom's will get a reward from him, he would never do a scene and not reward someone. "That sounds like someone I can do for you when I have the points to." He was glad he'd not been here long and hopefully would have points to go off campus so soon. "I will tell you when I have the points and then you can pick a day that works for you."

Eli smiled and nodded, "Thank you so much Sir" he said, gulping and looking down to the floor, "I must warn you, looking for books with me is boring cause I normally go to the history section but I promise, I won't be long".

"You're very welcome, darling," Bailey responds. He lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head. "Don't worry about it really, you don't have to rush, you can take as much time as you need. It's a reward for you, take advantage of it" He wouldn't offer to do something if he didn't want to, he would just pick the reward himself but he wants people to actually like the reward.

Eli looked back up and nodded, "Thank you so much Sir, I'll be sure to enjoy myself when we can go and do this". He finished his food, "Would you like me to wash up?" he asked

Bailey smiles, satisfied with what Eli had said. "Good, that's what I like to hear." He was glad he had decided to patriciate in scene week because it means he wouldn't have to spend a long time worrying because it turns out it would have been for no reason. "Yes, that would be great."

Eli nods and stands up, collecting the empty dishes and taking them through to the kitchen, making quick work of washing them up, drying them and putting them away. He walked back to the dining area, "Is there anything else I can do for you sir?"

Bailey leans back in his chair, satisfied with how this scene had gone. He didn't feel too much pressure and Eli was a born natural submissive it seemed which most definitely did help. "No, you're fine. Thank you for today."

Eli nodded and smiled, "Well then Sir, if I am no longer needed may I leave? I'm really rather tired. Only if that is OK though?"

Bailey smiles back at the submissive. "Of course you can, go rest," he replies. He can only imagine if Eli has been fully booked that he is tired right now. "If you need anything, just message me, okay?"

Eli smiled and walked to the door, turning back and nodding, "I will. Thank you very much for today Sir, I really enjoyed it" and he opened the door, letting himself out.

#para #p:bailey #para:scene week sunday #gleedsmscene9

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Queer Eye - You Can’t Fix Ugly

Okay, to preface this: I don‘t like Reality TV. At all. I decided to put Queer Eye into my watchlist… because it was available, obviously queer and I‘d heard very good things about it.

I wanted to like this show, I really did! But going in, I was also very sure this was not going to be my kind of thing.

Hoo boy was I wrong about that!

Starting with the intro (just like the episode) I‘ve gotta say that I approve a helluva lot of all these rainbows and dancing guys. Very nice! The whole thing is very cute, very relatable, there‘s been a few faces and names. (Five, in fact, which I remember only because I know their group has been dubbed „Fab 5“ - they even put it on their number plate! How is that legal? I don‘t actually care!) How in hell is anybody supposed to remember so many people and faces though? Also, the intro seems a bit weirdly cut in some places? To match up their little speeches and give everyone equal screentime? Which is a good idea, but ends up a smidgen chaotic.

But it‘s VERY queer, VERY cute and I like the music! Introducing, then, the guy our actually very well put-together motley crew is out to fix! His routine and those interactions with the diner lady, as well as his own introduction itself, feel very staged. Then again, this IS a TV show. Everything is staged; it has to be.

It‘s both obvious that his daughter is the one who actually made Tom (yassss got the name) apply to this and she also seems to be the driving force behind this endeavour.

Then again, it‘s not like Tom himself doesn‘t realize he has a problem! He seems very willing to trust the Fab V with his life and it‘s sweet how he‘s looking forward to the new him! (Inciting factors for him wanting to change right now are… his grandson? Also his loneliness? And uh… him being too settled in his own routines and not knowing how to escape them? Let‘s see how that holds up later.)

Oh, that title-drop tho! They are not being subtle here! „You can‘t fix ugly“ seems to be set up as a statement that, at the same time is easily disproven and perceived by many to be true, making it an ambitious, great set-up for a first episode. Good job, show-runners! I also like the implication that by choosing to emphasise this statement as the one that needs to be torn out by the roots, they take a firm stance against letting genetic disposal (meaning something that one has no input in) dictate one‘s life and self-image. In the meantime, between fantastic shots of rural Georgia, the Gays are getting ready in the car – and I sense a theme here. To be fair, mostly because of all the car gifs that I‘ve seen on the internet. They can‘t possibly all come from this one episode. But still, I sense it in my bones.

Holy shit, I do love the ROMEOS! It‘s such a nice and self-humouring name! And I love how supportive all these old people are of the good dude. Is it too much to ask to have such a nice circle of friends to grow old with? Evidently not!

Just as evidently, they are also not afraid to give Tom shit, like, at all. They are brutally honest, in fact. And they do have very strong opinions on him needing to get his act together.

Why the constant reiteration of relationship issues, though? Isn‘t there another angle they could push? I mean, it‘s obvious that he‘s lonely and needs someone to share his life with and a girlfriend/wife would do him worlds of good… but why does EVERYONE instantly jump on that?

Seriously, jumping forward to the apartment inspection a bit, the main point every single person seems to consider is relationship and sex stuff. It does make me uncomfortable – not the relationship stuff itself, that‘s adorable, more that it‘s the one thing that, in the blink of an eye, becomes the focus of the whole episode. It‘s teased already, with the goal of the makeover being to make Tom a new and better Tom until the car show. Where he is going to take „a special person“. Maybe. But of course, there needs to be a tangible goal, to actually see some results. Aside from that, it is very cute to see the Gays play around with his stuff – Jonathan using the hair-dryer to blow his luscious locks around? And then picking out the… whatever that thing is supposed to be. A robe? Personally, I would probably murder anyone who‘d put their hands all over my stuff like that – but then again, that‘s what they were invited to do! It doesn‘t feel disrespectful either, the way they just have fun with his stuff and tease Tom about it. (To be honest, though, it was kind of surprisingly clean and everything? Except for the reclining chair of course, I do get why they were so grossed out by that thing… Not much of a revelation, then, that Tom had very little to do with the decoration of his own apartment. Which is obviously a problem! Hearing Tom talk, it is very obvious that he‘s never taken the time to shake off some of the influence his past relationships have had on him. Of course, you don‘t need to completely reinvent yourself once you break up with your partner; or the reverse. But even if Tom doesn‘t see it that way, he does tend to hang on to things that don‘t belong to his current life anymore. Having the Fab 5 rearrange his house will certainly help him have a space completely independent from past and evidently failed marriages…)

The pyjama was really cute though! I don‘t get why Tan jumped on it so viciously as a sex-killer – sure, it‘s NOT sexy, but it shows that the wearer doesn‘t hang on too much to a constructed self-image? Then again, Tom already radiated putting zero thought in his appearance at all times anyway. Good call, maybe. It is a pity that the dude doesn‘t take advantage of what he already possesses, though. Forgoing any kind of interesting in favour of comfortable and I‘m glad the Gays are there to show him that you can have both. (Even if that‘s the quintessential bisexual experience… shutting up, now!)

The skin care tips are very helpful and I like how they don‘t even give Tom a chance to blame everything on his lupus and instead show him ways to make flare-ups easier to circumvent and ease. And yeah, the beard does show potential. Not into it as much as Jonathan and Tan (?) seem to be, but… it`s good? Obviously a point of pride for Tom, too.

Oh, so that is what they meant with „culture“! Karamo is there for the psychological aspect of it all, for interpersonal relationships and the way he presents himself. Focussing on the dating website profile seems to make sense, then. Albeit the fact that it is rendered almost unimportant by the revelation occurring… in the kitchen?

How come the ONE conversation that didn‘t involve dating issues from the start derailed SO HARD into the big revelation? OF COURSE, after this there‘s no going back from that angle – the goal is now to woo a woman… that already loves him? And he loves her too?

Why the FUCK did they divorce though??? WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ABBY???

Very nice ending for the day: everybody tries the Redneck Margharita!

„Who doesn‘t love mountain dew? Who doesn‘t love margaritas?“

(Cue spluttering and dramatic puking noises)

„That shit was gross AF!“ Didn‘t think it was gonna be any good :/ All of the Fab 5 simultaneously screaming „you need to stop saying that“ whenever Tom‘s title-mantra comes up gives me life, btw. (Also, what DOES „snatched“ mean? Isn‘t it just like… SNATCHED? Help? Is there another secret slang meaning there?)

Second day! And they are ritually getting rid of The Chair, which, good for Tom! Very nice how they pulled this off!

Also great is how every bit of sexism and homophobia is addressed within seconds and murdered, but gently! It is both gratifying to see that being brought up in the show and very nice how Tom is willing to work on his attitude and internalized prejudices – a bit uncomfortable, but wholesome! Mattress shopping surely is not the most important thing in the world, but you sleep on those things every day… so you better get something that actually makes you feel good! Introducing the memory foam for back problems is very helpful and it‘s wonderful to see how much thought the Gays put into accommodating Tom‘s ailments – as they should! But back issues etc are not often approached with the care they demand and here, they are! Beautiful interactions between the Fab 5 themselves, too! The birth-reenactment was hilarious!

The vintage clothing store is looking good – great decoration and everything, but the best thing about this is that they‘re not actually buying much. Actually, the cap thingie might have been the only thing they bought? And it does make him look so much more sophisticated! It‘s really good that they‘re not replacing his whole wardrobe though – just giving him the means to shop for clothing that he‘ll look good in any time. (Everything is so cute!) (Isn‘t he wearing a reddish pink shirt right now? Wouldn‘t that also have to go into the „not your friend“-pile?) The makeover cleanses my soul. A new haircut! Better beard! All of this is such an upgrade and he looks so much better with just these relatively small changes! (Let‘s just hope he‘ll keep this up afterwards too?) Everybody complimenting him the second they lay eyes on him is both well-deserved and – repeating myself here – so very sweet. (I‘ll have to interrupt myself here, though – what. The fuck. Is going on with Antoni‘s smile? Who allowed him to have that??? Like, every single member of the Fab 5 is incredible. But this guy‘s smile? Divine. I don‘t do crushes on random celebrities – still don‘t – but hell if I didn‘t just fucking FALL IN LOVE with that smile. What even) The most interesting part by far is Karamo‘s, though – and it‘s comparably short, but holy hell if Tom ain‘t just calling Abby. Hoo boy, he‘s very forward and she seems to have no clue what‘s coming… aaaand she said yes! Awesome!

(Realistically, she must have signed all sorts of waivers to appear on this show and can‘t have been too surprised at what is happening here – but the conversation is also very short. Not a lot to analyze, there…) This point in the episode was when I felt a slight tinge in my cheekbones and realized that I was smiling; had been for a long time, actually. Thus began my descent into really loving this show that I so far have only seen one episode of. Oh well.

House reveal! House is amazing! Prepared Looks are amazing! The food, the body care, the beard care – everything is amazing! Tom‘s daughter reacting to all of that is just awwwww and my teeth are dissolving from all this sweetness! The grandson doesn‘t look too happy, but why would he?

Jonathan is just a reaction gif trapped in human form, I have no idea how many #relatable things he‘s said in this episode alone, but I believe that may be cuz it‘s been too many to count. ...and now everybody‘s crying, they‘re all saying goodbye – but there‘s still a fair chunk of the episode left? What… is going on? Of course! The car show! And of course, Tom has to do this alone, has to use the resources he‘s been given and prove his mettle!

Meanwhile, the Fab 5 are watching and commenting from afar. Golly, they can be mean though… I mean, yeah, there are a few hiccups with the outfit choice! (And the green stick thing. But he eventually found his nose!) In the end, though, BY GOLLY does Tom show that he hasn‘t forgotten everything. Even though he sticks with his most comfortable option. That‘s okay, buddy! Still need to have an ace in the sleeve for the next date(s)! That‘s the car show – is this the first time since his magical girl transformation that Tom actually meets his peers? They seem appropriately surprised and in awe. Every single one of these (tbf not that) old guys looks so happy to see their friend thrive and I‘m here for it! Holy crap, that‘s Abby! She‘s so pretty, what‘s up with that? Naaaawww that is cute. Gotta hand it to Tom, he may be incredibly unsubtle, but slick. Very slick.

Then again, as Abby, according to earlier in the episode, already loves him anyway, I don‘t think she requires that much persuasion? We‘ve got the upcoming dinner date and the „his and her“ space and it ends on a very positive note. All of this is culminating in Tom and Abby awkwardly getting closer – but the best thing?

The Fab 5 reacting to this ordeal! Why is this so lovely? Also, Antoni, put that smile away, I swear to all that is sparkly! (jk pls don‘t lol)

All in all, this first episode was surprisingly enjoyable, lovely to the nth degree and I think I might be addicted. Even the outro is a thing of beauty! Thanks for the concept explanation, the margarita tips and more impromptu dancing!

Actually, thanks for this whole show! I shall now scour the deepest edges of the internet for numerous flashes of Antoni‘s smile, and reappear to the surface only when but the grainiest snapshot remains untouched by my hungry eyes.

Goodnight.

#queer eye #fab 5 #gay #episode review #first episode #noooo but why is this so good #wanna watch more #this is my new comfort series #low effort watching #great satisfaction #very gay #very queer in general #in conclusion #absolute gem

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Breaking Out of Banal

AN: Story [here] Co-writer is @scarredruinness all I did was write her story idea! Don’t let her convince you otherwise! (I love you, my demonic Eeyore!) Fandom: Marvel (General. Based off of Universe 616) Series: Mechies Characters: Ms DoomsDay/Dooms, Charie, Kira, Voice 1, Voice 2, Voice 3, Voice 4, All voices at once Words: 3406 Warning: Deadpool related, so anything you consider to be with Deadpool count it with Dooms too. Also Violence and some cursing will be a given normally.

Chapter I: Beginnings

Once upon a time... THAT IS NOT HOW THIS STORY IS SUPPOSED TO START! I agree with the annoying one. WHO YOU CALLING ANNOYING!? Stop with the yelling. I AM NOT YELLING I AM JUST MAKING WRITER-SAMA USE ALL CAPITAL LETTERS! Still yelling… we are after all inside of Miss Wilson’s head. A young woman with long platinum blonde hair and sparkling silver eyes rubbed her temples. The two very different, but familiar voices arguing made her head hurt which she hated. The teenager behind her, held the scissors carefully waiting for the white-haired one stop moving. “If you don’t stop wiggling, then put a knife through your skull so I can cut your hair…” She snapped, her face and body changing shapes, skin, and texture. The taller of the two looked over her shoulder to the one that can change her appearance. “I don’t see why you want to cut your hair, it’s pretty way it is.” The shifter grumbled, making the silver eyed beauty roll her eyes. Turning to face the front again, the young woman looked ahead at the wall. The voices still argued, making her want to break something. A headache was getting worse. Then finally a soft tap on top of her head. Tilting her head back, she shook it much like a dog shaking off the water. “You do that every time!” The younger of the two laughed. The taller looked down at her and stuck her tongue out. “So when do I get to hear your voice?” She asked, bouncing after the taller. “Miss Dooms, please, it’s no fair that I have never heard your voice.” That made the taller stop and turn to the small shape-shifter before her. Her hand went out, the shifter was ready to feel a blow… then she felt a soft pat on top of her head. Glaring up at the taller, Dooms walked away. Aw, Miss Wilson likes Charlie, the shifting girl! One of the voices cooed. THAT IS SO CUTE! Stop with the yelling! Trying not to take her annoyance out on the small shifter, Dooms walked away. She had a meeting to attend, though she really didn’t want to. Maybe afterward she could kill some ingrates that wanted to harm some innocents. Leaving the mansion that seemed to be crumbling down in certain areas, through the graveyard around the mansion, and then to the gate. The yard itself was always slightly darker than seemed. == Adventure Missions Boobs Profit? == White-blonde hair, in a boy like cut, a young woman walked into a diner. The small town that they are in barely big enough to actually call a town. It has the diner, a gas station, and a small k-12 school. The population not even three-hundred. Isolated. Barely anyone knows about this place. Secluded by woods and mountains. The young woman, mid-teen at least, was tall for her age. Her eyes are hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses. Long sleeved red shirt hiding her arms. Dark, thick, jeans, and finally last part of her attire that seems to be most important… a choker hiding a tattoo of a sword and gun crossing each other. The people of this unknown small town call her Miss Dooms. No one alive to this day has ever heard her talked before. A mystery about her, trying to solve was a dangerous game. The mysteries surrounding her include, her real name, if she even has one. Who her father is, though they all know who her mother is. Why her eyes and hair is so strange. Why there are people always looking for her. And the most important of all of the mystery… what is she? Sixteen years old, and everyone in the small unknown town is scared of her. Nobody knows what her real job is. Though they know she owns the land that the graveyard is on. She also owns the mansion in the middle of it and surrounding woods. Her weaknesses, fears, strengths, everything is a mystery in itself. No one knows anything about her, except what she wants them to. Which is always played to her advantage? She’s one of many children, but only two she actually count as her siblings. They are like her. Different. Her mother died when she was an infant and who had raised her was a mystery itself. She didn’t raise herself, after all. It was just unknown, too much unknown. The two siblings that are like her are her older sister and brother. They have the same job as herself and their father. They were all mercenary surrounded by mystery. Her older siblings were both bubbly and talked way too much.They are twins, fraternal, and different genders. They are children of their father and his alternate universe female self. Shaking her head clear, Dooms walked past a man sitting in a booth not far from the booth she always sits in. The man had divided the strange hair. Looked almost like an animal of some kind. At Dooms’ booth, she saw a man in a wheelchair waiting for her. His bald head shines, slightly, from the sun coming through the window. Turning his head, to face Dooms, he cringed. The cringe would have been only noticed by someone who pays extra close attention to everything around them. Then the man in a wheelchair gave her a warm smile. A smile that never met his eyes. Sliding into her booth, the white haired young woman plopped her feet up stretching across the booth’s seat. “You are positive about your decision?" He wonders, pressing her to talk. A smile crossed her lips, that twisted into something that the man could honestly say, looks pure evil. Her mind was wandering into different things. How easy it would be to kill him then take the waitress’s so call innocence on the table. The way that his blood stained against her red shirt wouldn’t look unusual at all. How she has a graveyard should she need to make bodies disappear? The man in wheelchair sent her a glare, that didn’t phase her. Something like that hasn’t phased her since she was little. “It is rude to enter other's minds without permission." She stated, coolly. Her voice so soft it was almost a whisper. No one else could hear her. The bald, wheelchair-bound man nodded his head. Taking off her sunglasses, Dooms silver eyes were looking into his harshly. "I would apologize and tell you it would never to happen again... but you know that isn't true." He kept his eyes even with her own. They were at a draw, almost. Neither wanting to back down. Dooms smiled more so as she looked closer at him. “Even an old man that is a pro at lying and hiding things has his own tells." She whispered, neutral voice. She was careful to make sure her voice held no hatred or any real emotion. Opening his mouth to say something, the waitress came over placing a plate of food down in front of Dooms.The girl with fire red hair, obviously dyed, bent over to talk to the older man beside Dooms. “Would you like anything, Sir?” She asked, her voice was a tad bit shaky. The white haired girl didn’t precisely scare her, but something felt off about her. Everyone in town knew that Dooms was someone you don’t cross. The don’t know how, but they did. The waitress had a feeling this old man was upsetting Dooms. She’s doing her best to hopefully protect this unknown man. “No, thank you. I’m leaving.” He spoke to the waitress. The woman took a step back, so he could wheel himself away some. Down the walkway, the man that brought him to the diner walked after him. Dooms watched as he placed his hands on the back of the wheelchair. It was for show, Dooms knows it was. Looking down at the food that was placed in front of her, Dooms stabbed at the sunny side up eggs. The yolk started to come out of it, almost like it was bleeding. A very twisted smirk crossed the young woman’s lips as she stabbed it a couple more times. The waitress was still standing there, looking a little horrified at the white haired woman. “Um, I think it’s dead.” She commented. Dooms silver eyes shot up to her, the woman scurried along. Not wanting to upset Dooms. Shoulders shaking in a silent laugh, Dooms took a bite of her french toast. Honestly, she only ever does is play with the eggs, why do they keep sending it? Dooms aren't for wasting food, but she isn’t going to eat something she doesn’t like. The rest of what was on her plate beside the gross eggs she likes killing… french toast and bacon. For the most part, the cook just makes her whatever he’s in the mood for. Dooms only thing is, it has to be breakfast foods. She comes in around noon every day she is in town. Though rarely did she leave, it happened on certain occasions. Her other job, the one the town doesn’t know about, calls her to leave when she feels cooped up. Pig to the slaughter. That’s what it feels like to her when she starts to get that cooped up feeling. A sigh left her, finishing her food. The eggs stabbed a couple extra times but otherwise, untouched are left behind. Dooms drank the cup of chocolate milk placed beside her and walked to the counter. The waitress made a soft noise, seeing Dooms standing there. “One moment.” She spoke quickly, running into the back. The cook came out, wiping his hands off with a towel he placed on his shoulder, carelessly. “Liked your food?” The man grunted. Dooms shrugged her shoulders, playing with her sunglasses. “Ate everything?” Dooms gave him an annoyed glare. He laughed, one of those from the gut laughs that makes the people around either roll their eyes or laugh with. “Those damn eggs, they are healthy for you. You need to eat them!” He roars out, with laughter. Dooms rolled her eyes, before putting the money on the counter. It had enough for a very good tip. The man shook his head, before dragging the waitress back in the front. Dooms were outside of the door, looking over her shoulder. She could see the man handing the waitress the tip that Dooms left. The bright sun shining down on her, Dooms placed on her sunglasses. The warmth of the sun seemed to remind her of something important she’s supposed to do that day. An annoyed sigh left her lips, walking across the street. A girl with fiery hair that seemed to catch Dooms attention. She was roughly same age as Dooms, with a soft tanned skin, and dark brown eyes that look black. Following the fiery haired teen that was yelling and walking after a man. The man that Dooms mostly ignored was crude at the fiery teen. "Mr. Jones, you have to pay the bill. We will press charges against you if you don't." The teenager stated, sternly. The teen’s voice was like music to Dooms ears. Leaning against the wall, Dooms listened to the reply the man gave. “I told ya where ta shoved ta bill now go." The man snapped, in a growling type voice that Dooms found annoying. The fiery haired girl just straightens her back, giving him a bitter sweet smile. “You better look both ways before crossing the street." She hummed, sweetly. Something about her voice sent a shiver down Dooms’ back. Dooms liked it. "Ya on tat again?" He barked out, walking across the street to the diner that Doom just left. Dooms looked down the street. A truck was driving way too fast and Dooms knew there was no way it could stop on time. Turning her head just slightly, to look at the fiery hair teen. Dooms could see that the teenage girl was watching the man. When the loud banging noise, the man getting hit, happened. The teen smirked, victorious before walking away. “Serves you right, redneck ass." The teen grumbled, speaking to no one. Turning her back to what happened, like it was a normal day, she walked away. Completely calm. It peaked Dooms interest more than already had. Dooms watched the girl walking away. Wanting to follow her, Dooms started too. Then the thing she keeps forgetting about popped back in her mind. A groan bubbled up, letting the back of her head tap against the brick wall behind her. Dooms figured she’ll follow the girl she has always liked later. Right now she was on a mission… of sorts. Doom look to the girl she has always liked and smile slightly though confuse. Apparently, the girl of Doom's fantasy has her own secrets. Doom isn't precisely a stalker. She just has to know where everyone is for her own safety. Pss, she’s a stalker. The voice made Dooms hesitate with her steps. That was one she hasn’t heard in a long time. Shaking her head cleared, she walked away with her head high. Having her head held high is easy done because she is tall enough to be a model. She is six feet tall which makes her even more intimidating to anyone she cross paths with. Most men will call her sexy and would have sex with her if they could. Too bad, they are the wrong gender for her. Getting to her mission sight, Dooms glared at the flashing sign. It was broken and worn, making the words even more annoying to her. Taking a sharp breath, she walked into the worn old building. Ignoring the strange looks she was getting, she walked to the place she needs to be. Looking on the shelves, she saw so many different brands. Don’t over think it! Just grab one and leave. No, try to remember the brand that Charlie always gets! That means we will be here all day! Rubbing her temples, Dooms started to shake her head and bolted out of the building. She was heading to the woods. She’d get chewed out later, but not like she’s scared of the small shapeshifter. She walked till she was isolated in the middle of the woods, there stood a mansion. That right it's an old mansion. She bought it after her first job because no one comes up this way. Everyone is scared of it as much as they are scared of her. She fixed it up some, but not by much. Something about this place always called to her. Maybe because it's supposed to be haunted, or maybe because everyone is scared of it. She finds it beautiful and welcoming, to her anyway. Sitting down on her couch with a cup of water, she thought back to the day she just had. Had to face the idiot that calls himself Professor. Had seen the dream girl predict that a guy was going to get hit. Have had an all around boring day, to her. She hasn't had a good job lately. She has enough money to retire on but she doesn't. She finds the thrill of everything to tempting to just leave it. Her life would never be boring at least. She just slept on the couch for the night. She woke up close to midnight. Something was outside. Too big to be a regular animal and seems to careful. She got up and picked up her favorite sword as she walked to the patio glass doors. She then saw the girl. Her hair is long and fiery with her dark as night eyes looking straight at her. They are deep and lonely. "Did I wake you?" The girl of Doom's dreams asked, sweetly. Doom nodded and held the sword ready to strike. The girl then shift. Her skin turned into dark green with scales and amber eyes. Doom scoffed at the shifter. "Sorry, needed a way to get around town without looking like an outsider, or a mutant. Don't want Idiots of Humanity to find this place do we?" The metamorph asked, making herself welcome. "How have you been Miss Gloom Doom?" She added as she flopped down on the couch. The girl in question shrugs her shoulders, putting her sword away. The green reptilian mutant rolled her eyes. "Why good, Charlie. You wouldn't believe the day I had." Charlie stated, in a high pitched annoying voice making Doom raise her eyebrow. "I know I can morph my voice to be like yours, but I never heard you talked!" She whined, defensively. The silent one smirked rolling her eyes again, then flop down beside Charlie onto the couch. The green one reached into her bag as she pulled out an old manila folder. It looks like one from Interpol. "Job is for the government. They only know I have a partner, don't know who you are. Hell, besides what everyone calls you I don't even know who you are." Doom raise her eyebrow at the mutant, who rolled her eyes. "I know a deal is a deal. You get the job done I get the jobs. No one knows your information and I can get half." The mercenary opened the file and start to read it. She frowned when she saw a picture of her older brother. "You know him?" Charlie asked. Doom shook her head. No reason for this outsider knows one of her few weaknesses she has. She made a promise with her dad and she tends to keep it. She has to look out for her troublesome older siblings. She closed the file, not reading, it raising her eyebrow. She shows no emotion, but the other can read the silent one's body language. "You are lying but that's fine. Keep your secrets." The silent one motion to the folder and cross her arms glaring at the green one. "Ugh! Just ask or at least say my name please?" She asked, sweetly morphing her voice to the one of the silent's dream girl. Doom reach for her sword and the green one seem to go wide-eyed. "Okay, okay, I am going to stop!" She squealed. Once sure that Doom wasn't going to dice and splice her she explained the job. Doom wants to strangle her brother now. He isn't just on Interpol radar but also SHIELD, FBI, CIA, and other top notch agencies. Doom got up and Charlie could automatically tell that something was eating at Dooms. "Want to let me in on your secret now? You look like you are about to kill whoever hired us." Charlie stated as she stretches out on the couch watching the owner of the mansion walk to the kitchen. "Hey, don't keep me in the dark!" She screamed after the girl. No reply was ever given. She ended up falling asleep on the couch as Doom made something to eat. Eating in silence Dooms thought about what she was going to do. Save her brother's ass is a given, but how can she do her job and save him at the same time? With an annoyed sigh, Dooms finished up her food and washed everything. In the living room, she saw the girl asleep on the couch and rolled her eyes. Going upstairs, Dooms went to her room and packed for the next week or so… it should last the duration of the mission. After she has her basics packed and ready, she flops down on her coffin bed and looks up at the ceiling. The bed was a joke from Charlie, and Dooms actually fell in love with it. She finds the coffin comfortable and when someone comes into the house and sees it, they normal freak out. People coming over not welcome only happened once. Dooms didn't kill them or even revealed herself, just sat on the rafters and watched them freak out. Once the trespassers ran out screaming bloody murder, Dooms jumped down from her hiding spot. Dooms closed her eyes and fell asleep easily. She trusted Charlie, but not as much as she should. She only trusts one person completely, her father. The others, even her siblings, will eventually betray her. Her father has always come back to her. He leaves again, but he always does come back when she needs him the most. He is after all the only family that ever cared for her.

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Male/22/Long Island N.Y.C. Tired of showing up stag at holiday events? Want your family to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you? Just want some arm candy for a work event? Look no further. Your solution is here! I will attend holiday events with you as your paid date. Accepting all genders as applicants. Email [email protected] if interested. Interview & application will be set up there. - Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible. They’re all a bit surprised about the last one. Read Part One Here Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Nico had always enjoyed breakfast with the group.

Reyna and Drew - with Annabeth now - always insisting on some health food craze Persephone was too happy to accommodate, Leo and Piper getting their fingers hit with Allegra’s wooden spoon as she mixed up the chocolate waffle batter with skilled air, Jason beside Hades, falling asleep onto the older man’s shoulder with Hades only too happy to allow the action. Thalia and Rachel, grinning, as they took quick photos of the younger boy, Hazel giggling from under her hand and Frank’s arm over her shoulders. Percy, a foreign but quickly adjusting presence in their house, insisting on adding drops of blue food coloring to a batch of the pancake batter even as Grover and Juniper outright laughed at him. Even Jules-Albert, usually too busy admiring Hades’s vintage cars, joined them for the morning, following Allegra’s strict orders with swift air.

Nico leaned into Will’s side, Will’s arm thrown over the back of his chair, and felt very warm.

A cup was sliding in front of him, Mitchell grinning down at him, a pitcher of juice in his hands.

“Cute,” He remarked, winking at Will as he poured another glass.

Will smiled in thanks, accepting the glass. Nico’s shoulder, pressed into his side, increased in pressure as Nico leaned in even closer.

Mitchell caught the action and smirked as he walked away, the pitcher still in his hands. Nico tried to keep his glaring to a minimum.

Will caught it too, but said nothing even as he smiled into his drink of juice.

Allegra and Persephone finished up cooking breakfast - Persephone always liked to help out when they had company - and Hades helped serve everyone, a big, happy smile in place.

Hades, Nico had noticed long ago, was always happiest when his house was full.

Jason noticed Nico’s plate, piled with pancakes and, from Will’s insistence, a small pile of fruit. A compromise they had settled on in the past few days.

“What,” Jason’s voice was full of glee, “no Pop-Tarts? That’s a first.”

Vaguely, Nico was thinking of his Pop-Tarts in a way someone might reminisce upon a lost lover. He missed them.

Nico sighed, gesturing towards his plate. “I guess this is somewhat healthier.”

“Pop-Tarts have fruit in them though,” Leo added thoughtfully, “The strawberry ones should be fine.”

Will was clenching at the table, “Oh my god.”

“Right?” Nico was happily agreeing.

Will was glaring at Leo, “Are you where he gets this?”

Leo gave him an innocent look, “Me? Please. We all know who the true leader of the Pop-Tart cult is.”

There was a beat of silence as both Leo and Nico’s eyes slid over to the accompanying person.

“Piper.” They agreed together, the girl giving them no attention as she cut into stack of pancakes. There were a lot of them.

Piper was the true leader of the Pop-Tart love in their group. Nico knew, with incredible certainty, that if someone where to look into her backpack at that exact moment, at least three silver packets would be tucked away in the fabric. She was a true champion like that.

Will’s head fell back to the back of his chair, staring at the ceiling. “You’re all disgusting.

“Pop-Tarts have no good nutritional value.” Reyna was frowning down at them, taking a bite of her yogurt. Persephone had ordered it special for her once they found out she was coming.

Will went practically lax with relief. “Thank the gods, someone with sense. And a will to life.” He leaned forward, “Have they always eaten so incredibly horrible?”

There was a beat of silence, like Reyna was mentally going through their meals.

She chewed through a bite of granola as she did so. “They like to participate in food challenges.” She finally said, Will’s face going pale. “Like those, eat a five pound burger in under an hour and win a meal and tshirt? Yeah.” She shuttered, as did several other people at the table now listening in, “Do you know how many of those food challenges are in New York?” She gave them all a stern look. “A lot.”

“Piper’s the best at them,” Nico added on, “When I had to tap out on that nine scoops sundae one, Pipes just kept going. Totally won too.”

Piper gave him an appreciative nod, holding up her pancake slice in toast. Nico nodded back. They had shared a bond, after that.

“Jason made a tshirt quilt all of our accomplishments,” Leo looked strangely proud, pulling out his phone to show everyone a picture. Persephone leaned in to look closer.

She was nodding in approval. “You kept the edges very straight, very nice.”

Jason blushed, waving off her praise. Jason had worked on that thing for two straight months in their living room - it had been a mess of scissors, fabric, and needles for weeks afterwards.

Will had been still at his side for the past few moments, his face still pale.

“That’s….horrifying.” Will finally got out. Reyna nodded in agreement.

“I went along with them to one of them - tacos, I believe.” Her face went thoughtful, “Jason won that one, I think. 26 tacos.”

“Piper sat out, they were out of tofu.” Jason added on, “She totally could have taken us all.”

Piper smiled, knocking her shoulder into the other boy’s. Their flirting was so weird, sometimes.

Reyna was still observing Will with that look on her face. “You should come along next time.” She said after a long moment, “They usually do it once every month or two. Should be coming up soon. Would be nice to have someone with...sense, as you say.”

It...was coming up soon. They were thinking of doing some burrito challenge Leo had found. It was also planned for the end of January, long after Will would be hanging around.

This was also, strangely, the first time Reyna had ever offered to hang out with, even in a group, one of Nico’s boyfriends. She notoriously disliked most of the guys Nico chose.

Percy perked up from down the table, “That sounds so cool! I’ve always wanted to do that!”

Annabeth wrinkled her nose, “Gross, Seaweed Boy.”

“You guys should totally come next time.” Jason offered, his eyes sliding to Nico’s for a fraction of a second he grinned at them both. “It’s fine, and we could always use more free tshirts.”

Percy beamed at that, grinning slightly.

Nico felt bad, suddenly, that after the mess he’d made in high school, that Nico had gotten most of the friends. Jason, Hazel, and Reyna, of course, and by extension Piper, Leo, and Frank, with Piper and Jason’s siblings.

Percy had never had trouble making friends, no, but there was nothing like the people you grew up with - the ones who saw you through your terrible hair dye phases and still teased you for it.

Maybe it would be good, for both of them, that he was invited to these things again. Percy had always been a good friend, despite it all. And Bianca had always laughed at his dorky jokes, the few times Nico had invited them all over before.

It would be good for them, he thought

They finished eating - Will’s horrified shutters kept to a minimum - and it wasn’t long before their plates were clean, and the conversation slightly lulled.

“What are we doing until the party?” Hazel asked as she began collecting dishes. At the sink, Frank was rolling up his sleeves.

There was a moment of silent as they all thought it over. Last year, they had all relaxed at the pool for a few hours in the afternoon, the year before that they had watched a few movies. There was so tradition for this part. Well, if you didn’t count -

“Everyone else is getting here around seven.” Piper examined her nails, a picture of nonchalance. “We have time, you know.”

Shoulders tensed, eyes flashed, hands clenched. The tension in the room suddenly shot up a few hundred degrees, leaving everyone - all except one - glaring at each other.

“Um,” Will was glancing around, unsure but on edge. It felt like someone was going to suddenly pull out a knife, and they’d all jump in a choreographed fight Will had no idea about. At his side, Nico’s hand twitched towards his side, and suddenly that idea seemed a lot less ridiculous. “What are you talking about? Time for what?”

Reyna, tall and elegant even with a scrap of yogurt at the corner of her mouth, leaned forward to take a long drink of her ice water. All eyes were on her, breath baited.

She finished her sip, leaning back into her chair. “Oh, it’s nothing.” Her eyelashes swept across her chest as her eyes dipped down to the table. After a moment, she was meeting their eyes, her gaze dark and serious through her eyelashes. “Just a snowball fight.”

The air snapped back to its previous tension like a whip. Nico’s knuckles were turning white as he clenched the table.

“Game starts in ten.” Reyna’s announcement was all the prompt they got, and suddenly they were all stumbling to their feet, running to get winter gear and boots and start making their forts before the game began.

“You guys are crazy.” Will let out a breath as they all stood, the words coming out of him like a confession.

Nico’s hand clasped him on the shoulder, mostly just to pull him along as he hurried to grab their coats. “Keep saying that and I won’t let you on my team.”

“Oh?” Will gave him a look, “And what team is that?”

Nico’s eyes flashed, “The winning team.”

“This is insane.” Will was wide-eyed, “You guys get like, entirely too serious about this. Honestly, about everything. Your family is crazy. First, gingerbread house making, and now this. You guys are way too competitive like, to a weird level.”

Nico snorted, “Are you going to keep complaining or are you actually going to help out here?”

Will’s eyes were still a bit wide around the edges as he crouched down to help Nico roll some balls of snow. “Hades brought out a rule book.”

“It’s lamented,” Nico added helpfully, “so the snow doesn’t ruin it.”

“You guys are the craziest family I’ve ever visited, you know.” Will added thoughtfully.

Nico hummed. Hades and Persephone were extra as hell, and his friends were pretty crazy as well.

Will was still speaking, “I...like it. I like your family.”

Nico paused for a second, glancing up at the other boy. “Oh?”

Will was now focused on his task of rolling out snowballs, his eyes glued to the snow. “Yeah.”

Nico cleared his throat, glancing around before standing. “We should go. Um, join the game. Usually everyone’s in the front courtyard.”

Will was silent for a few seconds, his eyes on Nico’s face like he was looking for something there. After a moment his shoulders fell, and when he spoke his voice was quiet. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

Nico lead the way, sticking to mostly creeping behind the trees and piles of snow as they headed towards the front. Beside him, Will’s usual chatter was absent.

Nico felt like, for some odd reason, he’d messed up something back there. Like there was a scripted line, or a choreographed step, he’d totally missed out on.

From the slight curve for Will’s mouth, maybe he was thinking the same thing.

At his left, a blonde ponytail was disappearing around a wall of snow. Nico tensed up, the hold on ammo tightening.

He pulled down Will’s shoulder as he fell to a crotch, his eyes narrowing. After a quick minute of this, Annabeth stood from where she had hidden away, running to the middle of the clearing.

Nico jumped to his feet, his snowball already flying through the air as he got into position. Bulls-eye.

She paused, glaring at him, before dashing off again. Her first or second hit then - the fatal third hit would have had her scowling and stomping away. She had twenty seconds to run off to safety.

“Nice,” Will nodded in approval. Nico’s ignored the bubble of warm that inflated in his chest at that.

The game was intense, as usual. Every step had to be occupied with a careful step - it wouldn’t be the first time they resorted to traps - and a glance over the shoulder. Even Will fell into the tension, his steady hand carrying a tight grip on Nico’s wrist as he guided the other boy forward.

There were a few close calls - almost stepping out in the open when Thalia and Reyna crept by, nearly getting hit as Drew pelted their tree as she ran by.

“Let’s split up,” Nico nodded towards the thinning hiding spots. “I’ll meet you back here in twenty - try and get Reyna out, if you can. She’ll win it all on her own if she has to.”

Will nodded gravely, scooping up a handful of snow as he dashed off. Nico smiled slightly as he ran off.

It was nice, having someone who got into this as much as his friends did, complaints and all. Really, Will had thrown himself into this arrangement. He was....good at this. At being a boyfriend.

Nico supposed he had to be. It was his job.

But was it really?

Really, his job was carefully written out in the folded contract Nico had gotten a copy of. Going along with family traditions, sure. That was one. Three forms of public physical affection, yes. Even playing the part of a boyfriend, someone who knew Nico intimately, yes.

But was participating in an annual snowball fest, as earnestly and seriously as he was, included? Or their midnight talks - so soft spoken - were those? Those grins, those looks, the way Will would trace his fingers over Nico’s skin when they were alone - that wasn’t....Will hadn’t signed up for that.

Nico hadn’t paid for that.

He was thinking this, frozen against the trunk of a tree, all of this, when it kind of came to him.

When he realized that this wasn’t a job. Not all of it. It couldn't be.

Nico was frozen there for a few minutes, a shocked with his revelation, until he forcibly shook himself out of it. He...couldn't think about that right now. Not right now.

He ran away, chasing off one of the girls, unidentifiable under all their winter gear - either Rachel or Juniper from the red curls peeking out from under their hat - but returned to the tree trunk after only a few minutes. Will would be back, and the game over soon. They were all too competitive for these games to last too long. Hiding and talking with Will - they had probably missed most of the action. Nico didn't regret it.

Only a few minutes later, Will was back, breathing a bit heavy, his eyes a bit wide.

"I think I just saw someone, like, die from the force of a snowball." Will informed him, leaning against the tree.

Nico cracked a smile, "Who threw it?"

"Reyna, I think? Hard to tell."

Nico whistled a bit, "That would do it. She was on the softball team in high school. Pitcher."

Will winced, "Maybe I did just witness a death."

"Probably."

Will spoke up at Nico glanced around again - it wouldn't do good to have any sneak attacks.

"It is always this intense?"

Nico shrugged, his gaze still off and away. “We used to have these all the time and they were fun, but most of the time everyone would get bored after a few minutes. But one year Reyna proposed boys versus girls and....” Nico shook his head, a bit incredulous. “It was the most intense game we’ve ever had. Everyone went crazy.”

Will snorted, which should have been unattractive. Nico’s eyes drifted down to his coat, covered in two separate hit marks.

“You’ve been hit twice.” Nico observed.

Will cursed and bent down to make another snowball. “Piper and Thalia got me - they’re out for blood.”

Nico hummed, crouching down to make his own ball of snow. Perfectly round, the snow pure and white.

It looked even more perfectly as it smashed into Will’s back, the snow painting out across his back beautifully.

Nico was smiling sweetly as the other boy turned slowly, betrayal written all over his face.

Will touched the snow on his shoulder, looking down to the melting snowflakes in disbelief. “You…”

“You owed me,” Nico finished for him, still smiling, “Remember? When we made a snowman - sorry, snowwoman - you said I could get a free hit. Remember?”

Will was speechless.

“I think you’re out, sweetheart.” Nico turned and pointed towards the side of the yard, where Hades and Persephone were perched happily, watching the game with hot chocolate and cider. At their feet, Grover sat smiling with a steaming cup, Frank was cheering for someone - probably Hazel - and Drew was frowning with snow in her hair. “You should go join them.”

“I...can’t believe you,” Will told him, blinking. The melting snow started sliding off his back. “We’re dating.”

“Everything’s fair in love and war.” Nico was full on grinning now, his hands deep in his pockets.

Will was glaring at him, “You can take out that love part, I should break up with you right now.”

“Go for it babe,” Nico grinned sunnily and, without giving it much thought, leaned in to peck the other boy on the cheek. In the moment, it felt right. Afterwards...

They both froze almost immediately. In front of him, Will’s cheeks were burning a harsh red not due to the cold weather, and their eyes were matching wide.

“I, uh -” Will stumbled on his words before going quiet, staring at the other boy.

Nico was speechless.

Why...why the hell did he do that.

Will’s cheek had been warm and soft under his lips.

Fuck. That was why.

Nico’s mouth fell open, his breath icing white in front of him. He didn’t know what to say.

A hand shoved at his shoulder, knocking him out of the moment.

“C’mon lovebirds!” Leo was dashing off, throwing a grin over his shoulder. “Don’t just stand around!”

Nico let out a breath, nodding. He turned back to Will, who was still waiting.

Will cleared his throat, “I guess I should go sit with everyone else.”

“Yeah, uh - “ Nico gave him a casual shrug, “Root for me?”

Will rolled his eyes, successfully setting the mood back. “Like I ever would after you betrayed me.”

Nico gave him a soft smile as the other boy turned to head over to the out zone, Persephone and Hades waving happily.

As he walked away, Will’s fingers came up to crush his cheek, still burning red.

Nico noticed this.

And then he promptly forced himself to Stop Thinking about it as he ran off, trying to keep out of sight from the girls team. He could...freak out about this later. For sure.

Will sat there, his eyes following Nico, only cheering when Rachel managed to get him with a snowball to the shoulder, and Thalia with a hit to chest. He only had one hit left.

He dove behind one of the walls - probably made by Frank, he was good at strategy like that - and began rolling up more snowballs. It only took a few minutes of this before he was joined.

Jason was breathing heavy as he leaned against the wall. He and Leo had come running.

“Reyna just got Mitchell out when he pelted Rachel,” Jason informed him, “It’s only us left. Against who?”

“I just got Hazel out.” Leo winced, “I really think she’s going to like, poison me later tonight.”

“Nah, Hazel’s more of a hands-on kinda gal. A stabbing, if anything.”

“Reassuring.”

Another person was diving for shelter under their wall, bringing a flurry of snowballs flying in his wake. It was Percy, barely missing a snowball flying straight for his arm. They all winced.

“Got Juniper,” He was panting, “It’s only Annabeth, Reyna, and Thalia left.”

“Piper?” Jason cocked his head to the side, peeking above their wall to throw a few more snowballs. The girls must be getting a bit too close for his liking.

“Mitchell got her a few minutes ago.” He grimaced glancing over their wall. “It looks like we’re trapped.”

“We’re not going to win this.” Nico informed Jason and Percy as they huddled under their snow wall. Before them, the girls were relentless.

“Yeah, big surprise.” Leo rolled his eyes as he fiddled with the slingshot he’d made with two sticks, some duct tape, and a piece of rubber. Not bad, either. “We haven’t won in three years.”

“This was suppose to be our year.” Jason reflected on, his eyes to the sky even as he rounded out another few snowballs.

“You say that every year.”

“Well, men.” Percy gave them all a fierce look, looking a bit ridiculous in his blue pom-pom hat, bright yellow scarf he’d stolen from Hazel’s closet. “This is the end. But damn it all if we don’t do out with honor.”

“Bro.” Jason was teary eyed.

Percy only nodded gravely, “Bro.”

There was a beat of silence, mostly just a sigh from all of them as they accepted their loss, before Leo spoke up.

“At least I'm going out with my hot piece by my side,” Leo announced, slapping Jason’s ass. Jason blushed sweetly, making both Percy and Nico gag into the pile of snowballs. “Speaking of hot pieces, where’s Will? I thought he was still in.”

“Pelted him in the back as revenge.”

“Oh, nice.” Leo responded, having Nico glance over just in time to watch him pull Jason in a fierce, passionate kiss. Nico sighed in frustration, turning back.

“We’ll go out together. It’ll be like the end of Les Mis but gay.” Leo reflected as he pulled away, gathering all the snowballs he could to prepare.

Nico scoffed as he did the same. “Please, Les Mis was so gay. Read the book.”

Jason gave Leo a strange look, “What do you mean?”

“You know, when that one dude joins Aaron Tveit when he’s about to get all shot up in the barricade and like, they hold hands and die together? It was so sad, you cried.”

Jason was nodding, “I cried a lot during that movie. Remember Anne Hathaway? God.”

“Focus,” Nico hissed, “you guys can talk about this later!”

They snapped back to attention and started gathering all they could carry.

And finally, with their arms heavy with rounded snow, they nodded to each other, stood, and ran.

Predictably, they didn’t last long. Even with their arms overflowing with ammo, they were no match for the combined efforts of Reyna, Annabeth, and Thalia.

They fell with honor - and grace, Leo would add snickering as he poked Jason’s shoulder - Percy would reflect on as they all melted in front of the fireplace. There was still snow in most of their hair, and Persephone had demanded they leave their snow covered clothes in the entrance area, so they were mostly stripped down to the bares, covered in blankets.

Leo was down to his boxers, having simply stripped off his snow painted jeans and sweater. It was a good idea, Nico was realizing as the snow began melting into the fabric of his clothes, setting the cold close to his skin.

They began to break off in bits - most everyone getting up to change into spares of clothes. Finally, Nico picked up his head from where he had comfortably tucked it into Will’s neck. Will gave him a curious look.

“We should go change. Get ready.” He sighed, “We’ll have to help set up for the party soon.”

Will picked himself off the ground first - they had been comfortably curled by the fireplace, nearly the last in the parlor now with the exception of Grover and Juniper dozing on the couch.

He held out a hand, and Nico pulled himself up. Once on his feet, neither of them let go.

Nico gave him a small smile, “Let’s get ready to party.”

Nico wondered, very softly in the back of his mind, if Persephone and Hades even knew what the meaning of simple was.

That’s what they had promised the party to be. And Nico was an idiot for ever believing it.

He should print out the definition and frame it for them - they could hang it up in the living room, in that empty section of wall next to the door. It would be a perfect reminder there, lest they ever forget.

Because this...this was not simple.

He should have known.

Their entire basement had been outfitted for the night - silk ribbons - never streamers, nothing as simple or obvious as streamers but goddamn silk ribbons - hung from the ceiling, along with clear balloons filled with multicolored glitter. The bar was ready, drinking and glasses lined up, and a full catered buffet was along the wall. Large speakers hung from the walls. A live band. There was a candy table, with personalized favors.

A photobooth was in the corner, laughter drifting from the small box. The basement was already decently full, and people were still arriving by the carful.

This. Was. Not. Simple.

Nico only let out a breath, clenching at Will’s hand in his. Will’s eyes were shining at he looked around, his eyes catching on everything and gleaming. Under the different colored lights, Will was grinning like movie, laughing like the best song Nico'd ever heard.

Okay, Nico briefly reconsidered his stance, maybe it isn’t that bad.

Hazel had invited everyone, it seemed. Every few steps he spotted a familiar face, eyeing his and Will’s entwined hands with interest. Piper, with wicked grin, only waved as they passed, staring at both of them as they walked by. They killed some time like that - Will navigating Nico's friend group and extended like a pro.

Leo, draped over Jason and probably already drunk, whistled as they walked by. “Looking good, di Angelo!”

“Fuck off, Valdez!” Nico didn’t bother looking over his shoulder for that, settling for a simple middle finger in the other boy’s direction. From the bound of laughter that followed, it wasn’t as effective as Nico had hoped.

Nico lead them around the party, saying hello to most everyone he hadn’t already seen before. He steered clear of the Stoll Brothers, not needing to get involved in whatever they had planned, and eventually lead them over to one of the corners. He needed a break.

Nico winced against the loud music, his hands twitching up. He forced them to his sides, despite the want to cover his ears against the pulse of the bass. It was nearly shaking the walls.

Will leaned in with a concerned look, “You okay?”

Nico nodded, looking away. He didn’t like parties, usually. They were loud, hot, with everyone pressed against him, and he usually had a sensory overload if he stayed too long in the middle of things. He'd have to make up some excuse to escape and calm down in a few minutes.

Will gave him a look, a steadying hand curling around his wrist. “Follow me.”

Nico was already trying to pull his wrist back, “It’s a party, we don’t have to-”

Will didn’t wait for him to finish, only readjusting his hold and pulling the other boy out of the basement. Nico didn’t argue after they hit the main staircase, climbing up to the second flood.

Another staircase - not Nico’s room then, where he had been expecting.

They hit the third floor, and Will lead him directly into the library, turning on a lamp as he pulled them to a couch. They were alone, of course. No one would be in a library during a party.

No one but them.

Nico fell to the cushioned seat, beyond thankful. Already, his chest was beginning to ease, the cotton in his mind beginning to ease. Parties made him twitchy.

Will settled next to him, his feet curving under him. He settled the blanket from the other night over his legs, leaving out the edge for Nico to curl against. He did so happily.

There was a moment of silence, Will pulling out his phone, and Nico bit his lip, his head clearing up with the silence. He sat up, avoiding Will’s eyes.

“You don’t have to stay, you know.” Nico shrugged, looking away. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

Nico could hear Will’s phone click off. Will shifted his weight, “What?”

“You can go, it’s fine.” Nico waved his hand through the air, “Go have fun. It’s New Year’s Eve. I hear there’s a party downstairs.”

Unsteadily, Nico’s eyes slid to the other boy.

Will smiled slightly at Nico’s lame joke. Nico kind of loved that about him.

“If it’s okay with you,” Will began carefully, “I’d be okay staying here.”

Nico bit his lip again. “The party is always really fun, honestly. I just - I don’t like them sometimes. But they’re fun, really, you shouldn’t miss it.”

Will leaned in, his hand coming up to circle Nico’s cheek. Slowly, so Nico could pull away if he’d want (he didn’t), Will turned Nico’s head to face him head on, his eyes serious but soft.

“Nico,” Will’s eyes dipped down, giving Nico a front row seat of his long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Usually, the closer to a person you got, the more flaws you could spot. Oily pores, zits, stray hairs, whatever counted as aesthetically displaying, Nico guessed. But, of fucking course, this didn’t apply to Will Solace. Fucking of course.

Nico could count Will’s freckles, this close. It wasn’t helping his heart.

Will continued speaking, repeating his name. “Nico,” smiling slightly, Will’s thumb traced his jawline. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now then here, in your library, with you.”

Nico swallowed, “Except home, right? With your family?”

Will didn’t look away. “Counting home. Nowhere else, Nico.”

He took a quick breath.

That meant something. They both knew it.

Nico wanted to kiss Will, at that moment. Wanted to kiss him as Nico, a single as hell literature nerd with a crazy family and friend group to match. He wanted to have a first kiss with Will. He wanted that.

A bell tolled right then, making them jump apart, not just ruining the moment - hitting the moment front on, seventy miles an hour, backing it over again as a statement.

Nico was leaning back, letting go of a breath he didn’t remember let build. A smile cracked at the corner of his mouth

Will was glaring at the grandfather clock in the corner, still going off with the hour, and Nico let out a small laugh. The moment was gone.

“It’s ten.” Nico’s eyes slid over to the table as their side, the teal book still in place where he’d left it. “We have some time before midnight. Do you wanna, uh, pick up where we left off?”

Will broke his glare with a clock, nodding a bit eagerly. He resumed his position from before - his head on Nico’s knees, a blanket over his shoulders as Nico rested the book in his lap. A bookmark held their place, and he cracked open the book to resume.

Nico took a breath, his free hand falling into Will’s curls, and began to read where they had left off.

“But first, to Aulis. Aulis, a jutting finger of a land with enough shoreline to beach all our ships at once…”

Will’s eyes were fluttered shut, but he was not asleep. That was obvious from the tear sliding into the corner of his face.

“It’s so beautiful,” he only said, “and they love each other so much. Gods.”

“It is,” Nico agreed, grabbing his bookmark to slid it back into place. They only had a small section of pages left - the ending was coming, soon. Will gave him a questioning look at his action.

Nico nodded to the clock, “It’s almost eleven thirty. We should rejoin the party.”

Will blinked in surprise, “Oh,” He began pulling the blanket off of himself, “You’re right, I didn’t realize.”

Nico agreed - he hadn’t realized the time had passed so quickly. He checked his phone and, predictably, there were a few texts flashing back at him. One of concern from Jason, some suggestive emojis from Leo and Piper, a question of his whereabouts from Reyna. What he expected, basically.

Nico placed the book to the side, standing and stretching. They’d been lying for an hour and a half - his legs were starting to cramp.

Will was staring at he did so, stumbling up to follow his action, but Nico wasn’t turned to see it - it, being Will’s lingering gaze, his bit lip.

Nico only half-turned back, his hand extended. “Coming?”

Will took his hand, and had to resist the urge to reply with something sickly lovesick.

The party was, of course, still in full-swing - probably due to the Red Bull and vodka shots Jason was lining up on the bar counter, in addition to the loud, poppy music. Top 40. Will must be in heaven.

Jason gave him a considering look as Nico came up, handing over a bright blue drink with red cherries, the glass icy and cold. It was sour. Nice.

The other boy cocked his head in silent question, his gaze still meeting Nico’s even as he handed off another drink. Nico nodded, slightly, and both boys accepted that.

Nico wasn’t really a dancer at parties - mostly preferring to observe and become one with the wallpaper, but enjoyed to watch others make a fool of themselves. The Stoll Brothers always had such a nature talent for it.

Will and him finished their drinks at the bar, soaking in the atmosphere of the party.

There were a few more minutes until midnight when he checked his phone, only a few snapchat notifications blocking up his screen. He checked them - all from the exact party he was at, one from Hazel of him and Will taken from a distance only captioned kiss him!!! with a few bubbly hearts drawn around them. He glanced around for his sister, not immediately finding her anywhere, and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Will was smiling beside him, laughing as Leo, now dancing on a table, began stripping to the apparent delight of the crowd. Over the cheering, some were throwing dollar bills. Good. Maybe he’d stop pursuing Nico into paying for their McDonald's. (Which okay, it wasn’t Nico’s fault that Leo was the only person he knew with low enough standards to not mind McDonald’s once in awhile. Or once a week. Or twice a week. Listen he fucking loved trash fast food okay this is over -)

Gods. Will would probably, like, cry if he knew how much McDonald's Nico ate. Nico had the app. He kind of wanted to tell him, just to see what would happen. Something spectacular, probably.

Nico turned to the other boy, maybe to tell him of the Mcdonald’s thing just to see what would happen, but the words died on his lips. Will was a lot closer then he had been expecting. Around them, the crowd was getting more excited.

“One more minute until midnight!” Someone was yelling nearby, nearly drowned out by the pounding music.

“You’ve still got one kiss.” Will’s breath was barely close enough to brush over Nico’s lips, and wasn’t that just sweetest thing Nico had ever tasted, Will’s warm breath, ghosting over Nico’s chapped, reddened lips. He had been biting them, unsure, all day - now they were particularly sensitive.

“Per my contract.” Nico breathed out, his wrists coming up around the other boy’s waist. It felt almost natural, at this point.

The crowd around them was getting even more rowdy by the second and, in time, they began yelling out the countdown.

As if perfect choreography, they both took a small twin step forward, their bodies pressed together not by convenience despite the thick crowd, their breathed mixed together by want.

Will’s bend down to run his nose up the line of Nico’s throat, and Nico, without thinking, lifted his chin so he could have better access.

Will pressed a small kiss to the under of Nico’s jaw, and Nico’s hand came up to the back of Will’s neck. It fit well there, like it was meant to.

Nico’s cheeks burned the color of the scarlet fireworks soon to be lit off in the air, and Will’s lips found a matching tint.

Will’s hands came up to cup Nico’s face, soft and hesitant, like Nico was something to be handled with care, like Nico was something that mattered.

Nico bit his lip and stared into his Will’s eyes, as wide and open and vulnerable as his own.

This part wasn’t in the contract.

This part wasn’t planned for.

Will’s eyes were the first to flutter shut, but Nico was the first to start leaning in.

The entire deck was filled with kissing couples and friends; nearly all tipsy on alcohol bought for the occasion. Percy and Annabeth, of course, were kissing, and probably not stopping soon. Leo was being showered with overdramatic kisses by a few drunken partygoers, one looking suspiciously like Jason, with most of them not even landing on his lips. Piper, rolling her eyes fondly, pulled in an ecstatic looking Stoll Brother. Her brother, on her other side, was attached to the other Stoll brother - neither of them being very distinguishable from only their wild curls.

Hazel and Frank, neither whom were much fans of PDA, shared a sweet, chaste kiss that would have given anyone looking automatic cavities.

Even Reyna, who usually saw herself above things like this, laughed and shared a quick peck with Jason’s older sister, Thalia.

And Will and Nico, with nearly no one around them now, remained pressed together during the next minute. They didn’t seem to notice the countdown ending, or the eruption of literal fireworks blasting over their heads, not even when another couple knocked into them roughly, a rougher apology only following.

They only noticed each other.

Nico was noticing how Will shuttered a bit as Nico pulled on his hair a bit, and the strong lines of the other boy’s chest.

Will was noticing how Nico’s breath would hitch as Will’s hands smoothed over Nico’s chest, and how Nico’s hand tightened on his hips as Will pressed them impossibility closer.

Only each other.

They laid there in bed that night, both still a bit reeling after that kiss, even when they’d been separated by Piper’s sharp laugh, too close, as she teasingly pointed out their heavy necking session. Even when they both awkwardly pulled apart from each other, their movements jerky and unsure, and pretended to enjoy the rest of the party.

Nico, of course, was determined to go about it the correct way – which happened to be completely ignoring what had happened. He had no idea where his phone was – it happened to be tucked inside one of the couch cushions he’d had a minor freak out on afterwards where it would remains for several more hours – but if he had it, he would see the few increasingly drunken texts from Jason, along with one from Leo and a voicemail from Piper, each demanding to know when he’d actually started dating his date-for-hire.

Nico was grateful for the little things, and the fact he didn’t find his phone until tomorrow evening, as he would have thought of nothing else for the entire night, was one of them.

He went about his bedtime routine, refusing even to turn his back to change his shirt despite his burning cheeks, mostly because he hadn’t the night before and he was trying to convince himself that everything was the same as before.

Of course it wasn’t, and Will’s eyes would still linger nonetheless.

They laid next to each other, just as stiff as the first night, and it was horribly silent for a long few minutes as each refused to speak or relax. They both stared at the ceiling, the lighting dim, and felt unsure.

“You know, um.” Will began, “I was just thinking over the contract. It’s so extensive sometimes I forget what’s in it, like one of my political science friends wrote it up for me – I’m really bad with this kind of stuff, you know – anyways, sometimes I forget everything that’s in it and –“

“Will.” Nico interrupted, sitting up and facing the other boy in the dark. “Spit it out.”

“The contract covers holiday events and traditions.” Will blurted out, following Nico’s example and sitting up. “Like, if your family has a holiday tradition I’m obligated to go along with it and everything.”

Nico frowned at the other boy. “Why are you telling me this? You’ve been going along with all our stuff.”

Will sighed, a bit frustrated, mostly embarrassed by gods know what. “It means…” Will hesitated for a second, “It means that the New Year's kiss would be covered by that. It’s like a tradition everywhere, right? So like, it wouldn’t count towards your…allotted amount.”

Nico gave himself a moment to process that. “You’re saying I still have one more kiss left? “

Will bit his lip, looking unsure once again. “Yes.” He seemed to decide. “You still have one more kiss left. If you want it.”

“Oh.” Nico only said, blinking. “Oh, that’s…good.”

Will turned away, focusing on his knees. “Yeah, um, so like if you want another display of PDA for your family. Or, um. We could always do it, um. We could do it now if you want.”

Nico seemed to be in the business of one worded responses nowadays. “Now?” He questioned, his voice high. His mind, short-circuiting, could only think of the fact that he just brushed his teeth.

“Yeah, uh,” Will sounded even more unsure than before, badly covered up by forced nonchalance. “It could, um, help us with our chemistry. So like, they see we’re compatible.”

“Chemistry?” Nico only repeated dumbly, his mind racing.

“Yeah.” Will nodded, seemingly running out of words. “Yeah, uh. Yeah.”

Nico took a moment to gather himself and all the information just thrust as him. “Okay.” He only breathed out after a long moment. “That sounds good.”

They sat there, now facing each other in the dim light.

Nico bit his lip, his confidence from only a few hours ago seemingly left behind in the old year. He leaned forward just a bit, unsure whether to close his eyes, and that queue seemed to be all Will needed.

The other boy leaned in, probably too quickly, and brushed his lips against Nico’s, the movement in itself labeled hesitation.

This was so much different then everything they’d had before – the chaste peck in front of Nico’s family, the teasing kiss for Nico’s friends, different even from the New Year's kiss they’d shared hours before.

This was –

This was what a first kiss was.

Will’s lips were warm against Nico’s, soft and still holding an element of uncertainly as he pulled away, his nose brushing against Nico’s as they stayed in position, both breathing a bit too rough for the modest action.

And Nico considered what would happen next.

They’d pull away, eventually fall asleep to the awkward air. They’d wake up tomorrow and avoid each other’s eyes and go through the day as a couple. They’d pack tomorrow night and be on a plane the next morning. Nico would probably never see the other boy again. Nico would probably never kiss the other boy again.

Nico’s shut his eyes, and Will was still close enough that Nico could feel his breath against his face at every exhale.

If this was the last time Nico was ever going to kiss Will, it wasn’t going to be like that.

He opened his eyes, them alight with a certain determination as he reached out and settled his hand on the back of Will’s neck. He pulled the other boy in, making his last kiss count for something more than the obligation Will had signed away on.

It wasn’t as dirty as before, nor as chaste or as sweet or funny as it ever had been.

It was a kiss where Nico was memorizing the way Will opened up eagerly to him, the way Will lightly bit at his bottom lip, the way Will’s hand automatically came up to mirror Nico’s on his neck.

Will leaned back, taking Nico with him, and pressed back as Nico poured more of himself into the kiss.

Unknown to each other, each boy was desperately trying to seer the memory of the kiss into their minds, desperately accounting for every detail, because each boy was certain it was the last.

They woke up the next morning, avoiding each other eyes, and went about.

At the bottom of the staircase, Will grabbed onto Nico’s hand just as Persephone would sweep into the room, and he’d hold on too tight.

And Nico did the same.

Tonight, they were to pack and separate their clothes and belongings. Will would be packing a new soft, feeling sweatshirt, a carefully folded certificate with a sticker of wax, a small boot shaped mug long since cleaned, along with a horribly ugly neon-haired child’s toy, and tried not to think about how he’d be feeling when he unpacked it.

Notes:

will that's the worst excuse to kiss a boy i've ever heard how dareee you hashtag spoilers for a 150 year old book\musical lol also MORE SONG OF ACHILLES READ IT PLS also hades and persephone will use eVERY OPPORTUNITY THEY CAN to be extra as hell trust me i love family !!!! and friendship!!! wholesome relationships!!! i had to google food challenges for this. have you ever seen the show 'man vs. food'? no? u lucky soul. u lucky, lucky soul. also the midnight nye kiss was maybe, like, the third scene I wrote for this fic. it's been a-brewin' for awhile. next: feelings!!! ACTUALLY TALKING ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS JFC. CONVERSATIONS ABOUT FEELINGS. EMOTIONS. jfc. almost the end. it's been a crazy, nerdy ride y'all and seriously, i've loved it. thank you thank you THANK YOU for all your incredible support. I started this fic as a really lonely, kinda depressed university student on my own for the first time and now, because of this fic, I'm made a ton of great friends and improved my writing so well. thank you so much y'all for reading or liking or commenting or messaging me on tumblr or following. if this fic helps ya even fraction of what it did for me, even if it just brightens an hour of your day, then I'll count it as a roaring success. thank you. <3.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #rental love #rosy writes #fake boyfriends au #holiday fic #Heroes of Olympus #Percy Jackon and the Olympians #trials of apollo #my fic #wip #rent a boyfriend au #fake relationship

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Adimyos, Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of Adimyos! Link to Google Drive folder >>here<<, and link to the first part/prologue on tumblr >>here<< I still don’t personally like reading long stories directly on tumblr, but i’ll paste it in anyway.

Chapter 3: How To Proceed? After some deliberation, Tanos ended up selecting a modest guest room as close to his room as possible to be where Rivis would stay for the time being. It seemed like a no-brainer of a choice, but it did actually come with a few concerns for Tanos, mainly revolving around how much he could actually trust the odd prisoner. What if Rivis’ tears and mannerisms were all just excellent acting? What if Rivis was planning to harm him in some way? Or worse, his family? What if Rivis’ story was a lie? What if he was planning to feed the whole kingdom of Adimyos false information to aid the Ensin? They were definitely risks that couldn’t be ignored. Tanos briefly considered giving him something a bit less comfortable, like a repurposed closet or storage room, as a way of making it clear that he wasn’t exactly off the hook, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. If it turned out Rivis was being completely truthful, he did want to help Adimyos, and he was forced to work with the Ensin, Tanos would feel absolutely awful about it, even if he was only being paranoid for the good of his family and country. Ultimately, he simply chose the option of having guards watch the guest room to make sure Rivis wouldn’t try anything, and he also made sure all the guards and servants in the castle and on the property knew the situation so they could keep an eye out for anything strange. Rivis eventually came back, escorted by the same guards who took him to get medical attention. It wasn’t the finest possible care, but it was decent. He’d been bandaged and treated with medicinal poultices where needed, and given a white padded eyepatch for his swollen eye, but he definitely still looked like he’d seen better days. As Tanos showed Rivis where he’d be staying, Rivis let out a small gasp, and actually walked through the room on his tiptoes, looking around cautiously as if he weren’t supposed to be there at all. “Are you really fine with wasting such a good room on me?” Rivis said disbelievingly. “Unless I am proven otherwise, I will treat you as someone worthy of respect. But if you seem to be acting suspicious, there will be consequences. Is that clear?” “Y-yes, of course, Your Highness… I promise not to be ungrateful,” Rivis said. “Good. But for the time being, you should freshen up and prepare for dinner,” Tanos said. “Someone will be bringing it to you soon. I’ll be doing the same now, if you’ll excuse me,” Rivis gave the briefest questioning glance towards Tanos’ soft, bulging stomach, as if a bit surprised he was going to be eating again when he already seemed so full, but all he did was nod in response. Tanos quickly went to freshen up and change into clean clothes, which weren’t much different from his previous ones, but his new top was a looser, flowing, translucent black silk that only covered his chest, still leaving his stomach completely exposed and unrestricted. Once he went to the dining room, it was largely the same as before, with the exception of the family all briefly slowing their feasting to look at him. It was honestly sort of incredible that they actually heard him coming over the sounds of constant chewing and gulping, but they definitely slowed down to look at him. Once he sat down, the questioning started right away, some of it a bit muffled because no one would entirely stop eating. “So, what’re you gonna do with the thief?” Thrin asked with a sadistic grin. “Hard labor? Sleeping on the floor in the basement? Killing giant rats? Gross food in tiny portions?” “I’m going to treat him with respect, of course,” Tanos said simply, causing the whole table to look at him rather oddly. “ “But… he was planng to do something bad to Majos, wasn’t he?” said a girl just slightly shorter and less incredibly obese than Honjya or Thrin, but still quite similar looking. “I know, Iyin, but… It’s just… He doesn’t seem like a bad person… He just seems desperate and afraid…” Tanos said. “Last time I checked, that’s called ‘acting’…” Lamtu said dryly. There were a few snickers from others, but restrained enough to not choke or spit out drinks. “I admit I could be wrong. But for now, I don’t want to be too harsh on him if there’s no proof I should be. He’s not Ensin. He definitely doesn’t look like one, and he says he was forced to fight,” “He said so? He speaks our language well enough to explain himself?” Lamtu asked. “Apparently,” Tanos replied with a shrug. When some of the others stared at him with raised eyebrows and small frowns, he pushed his chair back slightly and sunk down a bit lower in his seat. “I know it all seems suspicious, but… I just really don’t want him to suffer more than he has to,” Tanos said. “I know how you feel, but… We’re just worried about you, is all,” Honjya said with a patient smile. “If he should try anything suspicious, he’ll pay dearly. Those who would lie to royalty in order to endanger Adimyos must be punished harshly,” the king said coldly, somehow making Tanos a bit nervous by proxy. Although he hardly knew anything about Rivis, he desperately hoped Rivis wasn’t lying. Not only for the sake of his home and those he cared about, but for the sake of Rivis himself. Dinner progressed rather normally after that, as everyone became too engrossed in eating to bother talking. Even Tanos managed to painstakingly match his lunchtime intake, but he made another plate anyway in order to bring it to Rivis, which only elicited stares and murmurs from the rest of his family, to the point that Thrin actually got up and began following him, in spite of her heavily bloated, hanging stomach weighing her down. “Alright, let me see what in the name of Feylya is apparently so special and innocent about this random criminal that you want to give him some of the best food there is…” Thrin said with a scowl, although her threatening tone was diminished somewhat by a loud burp afterwards. Once they made their way to Rivis’ room, Rivis was there sitting on a bed that was rather awkwardly much too big for him. Once he caught sight of Thrin looking so massive, heavily obese, extremely full, and yet clearly powerful, he could do little more than stare completely frozen with his mouth agape. “H-hello, Princess… Nice to meet you… My name- my name is Rivis…” Rivis forced out, although he was hardly even able to look at Thrin at all. Thrin just sneered rather coldly, as Tanos gave him the plate of food. “I… I couldn’t possibly…” Rivis started. “I’m grateful, but this is far too much food!” Both Tanos and Thrin just exchanged side glances for a moment before Tanos spoke. “…Too much?” “I-I do not mean to say it wasn’t an incredibly kind and gracious thing to do, Your Highness, but… my people do not have such marvelous stomach capacities…” “Too bad. Eat. My little brother is being nice to your scrawny, bony ass, so eat!” Thrin said, as she took a step forward and stomped the floor hard enough to make the whole room shake. “Right away! My apologies!” Rivis said, as he took the food and immediately took a huge bite out of some kind of large meatloaf coated in a thick gravy. Immediately, Rivis’ one good eye went wide, even tearing up slightly. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he immediately stuffed another large bite into his mouth and let out a moan of pleasure. As quickly as he could, he sampled everything on the plate, moaning with pleasure and slightly blushing the entire time. After a couple of minutes, he regained control of himself long enough to speak. “This is incredible! The food is every bit as amazing as I’ve heard!” “Yeah, yeah, all those pale ass skeletons hear we have better food and spices than them and they come running over here like a slavering pack of dogs,” Thrin said irritably. “And you came right with them.” “I was forced,” Rivis said quietly. “I had no choice… I’m sorry… I-I never wanted to submit to the Ensin, I’m Lyphorian…” “…Lyphorian? Aren’t they a bunch of nomads and healers? I’ve heard you help the Ensin all the time of your own free will!” Thrin said. “That’s… how it used to be. But the Ensin just act like that’s how it still is… Our situation is actually like yours. They wanted our land and resources for a long time, but they had no choice but to respect our independence because we had people skilled in so many areas of magic, to the point where there were things they completely relied on our help for… And our culture emphasizes helping others. We even willingly let them buy a generous portion of our territory for much less than it was really worth, and yet they still wanted more.” “Pfft. Then we’re not the same. Our country would never let anyone have our territory, especially not on sale!” Thrin replied with a laugh. Tanos just listened closely… For just a moment, he thought he saw Rivis’ good eye glow slightly, while the odd black metal rings on his throat and upper arms seemed to constrict slightly… But just as soon as he thought he saw it, it was over. “Yes. But please understand, Princess. Things have changed. They… don’t need us like they used to. Their magic advanced. They learned, they got richer, and now… Now they just use us however they please. They… they took me when I was thirteen years old. They took my little sister and I from a poor, remote, miserable village in the dead of winter, when we couldn’t possibly stand a chance against them… And made me into a soldier. Do you know how Lyphorian magic works, Princess?” Rivis said. “The more life force sitting around in the air, the more power, or some shit like that…” Thrin said. “Exactly. That’s why, according to the Ensin, a Lyphorian makes for the perfect soldier to invade Adimyos…” Rivis said. “Yeah, or you willingly handed yourself over for money and you’re just making you sister up to make this story seem sadder…” Thrin replied with a smirk. Once again, Rivis’ eye glowed, but this time for a couple of seconds, and with more intensity, making it easier to notice. The thick black rings began to smoke slightly and noticeably tighten, enough to make Rivis flinch. “Her name was Pavmes. Pavmes Sivir. And she existed. She existed, and she had dreams and struggles… and she only lasted two years… Because of them, she didn’t even get to turn eleven! They killed her! How dare you make fun of that?!” Rivis said, his voice becoming cold and low as his one good eye glowed brighter than ever. The black rings began smoking more heavily, while constricting so much they were elaving new bruises and Rivis began clutching frantically at his neck before the glow in his eye finally waned, and he was able to breathe again… although his breaths quickly became ragged and shaky as he descended into quiet sobbing, despite how he’d been blissfully happy over his food just moments ago. “…You’re awful, you know that?” Tanos said coldly to Thrin, who just looked away from them rather stiffly as she slowly backed away a bit. “You know he could’ve been making it up!” “Would it harm literally anything to just believe that he had a sister? Are you proud of yourself, denying him even the absolute bare minimum of trust?” Tanos asked scathingly, while glaring up at his big sister. “…I apologize,” Thrin said, just loudly enough to hear, before stiffly turning and leaving as abruptly as her massive frame would allow. “…She meant the apology,” Tanos said to Rivis rather awkwardly. Rivis calmed himself after a moment and managed to sit up straight. “…Of course she would think I’m lying. There really are people who do what she said… More than I’d care to admit… People who give themselves up for money… People who give their kids up for money… But… it’s… that’s how it is! Royalty like you wouldn’t understand! You wouldn’t understand the desperation, the helplessness, the pain, the terror… You just live here, eating heavenly food until you’re tight and round and not worrying about anything!” Rivis cried. “…You’re right,” Tanos replied simply. “I… I’m sorry I don’t understand that kind of life. That kind of pain,” “…I… thank you…” Rivis said. “You’re welcome… But… your food is going to get cold. And you still never explained how you can talk to us so easily.” Tanos said. “It’s an extension of my magic. There are a few minor things these limiters I wear don’t prevent, especially now that I’m in Adimyos. I’m a bit connected with any lifeform near me. Our energy automatically begins to exchange in a balanced cycle. It’s only a weak sort of thing, but with some practice you can manipulate it enough to more easily understand someone’s thoughts and feelings, and it works the same for them.” “Definitely didn’t seem that way with Thrin or the guards…” Tanos said. “Like I said, it’s weak. It works much better when someone is actually open and cooperative like you,” Rivis explained. “Negativity and distrust easily disrupts it, but at least everyone still understands my words, so I suppose I can live with it.” “Well, I’m glad you’ve finally cleared that up. Now… please try your best to finish your meal. You look far too skinny,” Tanos said. “I was expecting I’d get even skinnier, honestly. But the food I was given as a prisoner here was already much better than I was expecting. Sometimes better than what I was already being fed before, actually.” “Really? You were actually satisfied with such sad portions?” Tanos asked. “Probably the best part of being a prisoner here, honestly…” Rivis said, which just made Tanos shake his head sadly. “Just finish your meal, please,” Tanos said. Rivis happily obliged, but hit a wall in only about twenty minutes, as his body began to realize his stomach was at its limit… And yet, his stomach was bulging several times less than Tanos’, which would be much fuller even after a lengthy nap. Overall, Rivis had probably eaten only about three pounds of the very rich food, for well over 3,000 calories. Tanos merely sat on the end of the bed the entire time, even though he realized he could simply leave. “Is there anything I can change about it, next time?” Tanos asked. “It was perfect just like it was… I’ve never had anything so good…” Rivis said, as he gingerly laid down on the bed to get more comfortable. “It’s a wonder you’re still only that big, eating so much of this perfect food every day…” Rivis said. “It’s a difference in the bodies of my people. There’s a certain stage we need to get past before we can get too enormous. It’s called the Great Shift. I’m hoping mine will be over soon, I’m quite overdue by now,” Tanos said. “I… uhm… I wish you luck with that, Prince,” Rivis said with a small smile. “Thank you… But you must be getting tired now. I’ll leave you to rest. Someone will come get the plate for you,” Tanos said, returning the slight smile as he left the room. Although it was a bit of a strange situation, it wasn’t exactly unpleasant.

#wg kink #chub kink #wg fic #bug writes wg #adimyos

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coshayphinelove · 7 years

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now that the finale afterglow has faded, i’ve been kind of looking back on the series with a more critical eye than a “PLS DONT LEAVE ME” eye.

this is by no means the last time i’ll write some kind of long-winded essay, i’m sure i’ll find other things to overthink about on rewatches and as i write more fic, but it is a direct reaction to the finale and the five years i have spent with this show.

in short, the finale was amazing. it was probably the best finale of any show i have ever seen. it was satisfying and true to the characters that we had grown to love. it was realistic insofar that the problems didn’t end with the evil being defeated. it was bittersweet and made me emotional where i didn’t think the show could anymore.

(although i still haven’t watched the last two episodes of frin/ge so it’s rank may change).

if the rest of the season and the previous two seasons had set it up, it would have been even better. it is, to this day, my firm opinion that season 1 was the tightest, most well thought out season of television i have ever seen. like, if you had asked me in season 3 where i thought the finale would be, i would have had such a different answer. (please do ask me, i have so many thoughts.)

most of my criticisms are on the co-phine/delphine front bc that’s where i’ve curated the most facts, having a few transcripts saved to my computer for ease of access. and the first thing i have to talk about is the plot holes this season, bc wow, so many. like, delphine was only there when it was convenient. that much was clear.

like she only helped siobhan bc there needed to be a good guy survivor to tell the rest about what happened. she was only invited to the big house so cosima could invite herself along. she was only put in the dress so that cosima could be in the suit so that the pr team could tease a wedding.

and she was only in the final clone scene to reinforce that ‘’we can trust her now guys’’. like she and cosima never talked about anything. not the shay snafu in season 3, not the lying, not the spying, not the secrets. which are really big things. and i’m not saying it had to be 45 minutes of therapy jargon but i am saying that they should’ve said... ‘sorry’ or explained what happened and where they were coming from. bc to this day i don’t actually know why delphine did what she did in season 3. what happened in frankfurt? why did she threaten shay like that instead of just asking? why was she suddenly working for topside? none of that ever gets mentioned after it happens.

and as much as the sarah hug helps me with my sarcoshayphine struggles, they hadn’t spoken since ‘piss off delphine.’ how did they get from there to hugging? ‘we’re doing all of this on account of bloody delphine?’ to soft hugs and kind words? like yeah, it fit and it worked and it was touching. but when you think about it, it kind of dissolves. which is kinda fitting for a lot of the plot this season.

and to me, that left this season of c0p/hine feeling kind of empty. we reused the ‘can we trust delphine’ plot. we reused the ‘delphine’s off in a foreign country and therefore unreachable’ plot (eighty times this season, right?). i still stand by my point that in season 4 she could have been in hiding, having driven off into the sunset to do mrs. s’s bidding. like they could’ve had delphine funneling info for all of season 4 through mk/siobhan completely off screen. but she just.. did nothing for all of season 4. right. boss ass bitch corporate delphine just... sat around getting told what to do... sure..

or in 5x09 she could have just been around the corner at the grocery store rather than france. and why even bring that up if you’re never going to do anything with it? she went home right when cosima would’ve needed her and she was free to be there for her? what the hell? and there was no setup for it either. one second they’re ‘on the precipice of doing anything they want’ and the next delphine went home? without cosima before the fight is over? like, season 2 delphine would’ve been doing The Most: cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, chores, snuggles, etc etc. but instead she hears the news and hops on the first plane out of the country?

like you guys do realize they didn’t say ‘i love you’ this season at all, right? delphine is ‘motivated by love’ but she doesn’t say it at every possible opportunity? cosima thought she was dead, but doesn’t blurt it out the first time she sees her after waking up? like fuck a sex scene, normalize wlw couples saying ‘i love you’ to each other first.

idk... i know there were scheduling conflicts and i know they had to keep rewriting as the schedule got rearranged, but come on. i can, right now, change a few key scenes that do something for both cosima and delphine’s character, that keeps them both active and doesn’t just ignore 3 seasons of characterization.

which is another point. there was so much they could have done with delphine’s character. not just this season, but for a while. instead of like.. idk following up on the threads they presented (affair with l**kie, changing sides, the girl who slit her wrists which was implied to be delphine herself, seeming to be worth shooting and kidnapping and nursing to back to health to neolution, what she was doing before cosima got there, what she did in geneva, etc etc) they only brought her back to kiss cosima. like bottom line. like, she didn’t really do anything active that someone else wasn’t doing elsewhere except warn siobhan about kira. which they didn’t even listen to her about.

and several times they referred to her as a lesbian when in 1x08 she clearly and fully called herself bisexual. and they shot her. for being in love with cosima. regardless of what they have recently said about ‘knowing about byg and always intending to bring her back’ they... still did it. and right afterwards said some really gross stuff about fans who were upset about it. i don’t really remember all of it, but i do distinctly remember the word ‘reductive’ used to say that fans were reducing her to her sexuality and that was the real problem. which... see the above several paragraphs. pot, kettle. kettle, pot. (i have separate thoughts on the season 3 debacle..)

which brings me to my main thought. i think they were too hyperaware of the fandom. they tried to roll with the scheduling conflicts and make a nice new shiny ship for us. but when there were complaints (*cough* hate *cough*) thrown at creators/cast over it they waffled and changed their minds. which then led to a shay shaped plot hole. also a shay shaped hole in my heart.

and i think someone around season 1 told them they were being progressive and they just... didn’t try to learn new things? idk how to phrase this. like season 1 was genuinely feminist. and the fact that they saw this story unfolding from a female perspective was incredible. and sarah’s storyline throughout the seasons was incredibly feminist. and the fact that they thought to include characters of genders other than cis and sexualities other than straight was fantastic. but after they got a pat on the back for being progressive, they stopped actively trying to call themselves out. they were like, ‘yes i am progressive and feminist therefore everything i produce is good without a second check.’

but this past season was all about petey and the clones were only used to further reinforce his evilness. and felix was more active than sarah, the protagonist. and tony actually got mentioned but he never actually showed up. and their ‘stand-in for the patriarchy’ got to violently murder two women (of two different underrepresented minorities, ASD and middle aged) while going back and abusing another woman (and praising him and saying he actually loved her!!!!). and their lesbian character centric episode was primarily focused on her romantic entanglements rather than, say, her and her character. (which i’ve been learning is actually kind of a problem in the wlw community, is losing yourself to new relationship energy and they could’ve actually taken a stance on this and said something important, but... anyway..)

and the creators were touting this as the most feminist season ever.

...

like okay. by walking0 de..ad and game- of9 thro///nes standards it is. but what they said in interviews and what they put on the screen did not match up. and i think that’s my main problem. like when i turn on my tv i generally turn off my feminism eyes and my lgbt rep wants. bc i generally know that not every show is going to be perfect and as long as it’s not like last man standing then i can tolerate it. but season 1 and their interview presence just got my hopes up. and they just didn’t deliver on their promises, imo.

and that wouldn’t be so bad, but they were so close, like this close!! you can’t see my fingers rn, but they’re almost touching... like they had the perfect setup, a meatball straight down the plate, just begging to be a home run, but they shanked it to right field and got stopped at second base.

like implying in interviews that some characters are nonbinary or confirming characters sexualities is really cool!!! i used to be a r//izzl//es fan, i know how awful it is when cast/creators genuinely don’t want you in their fandom. getting a confirmation is super cool.... but technically it’s not canon, it’s not In The Show. like it’s not untrue either, it’s not not canon. but being Progressive and Feminist and Positive LGBT Rep would’ve been.. idk saying it on the show, in the character’s own words? bc i can go anywhere and get coded representation, i can go back to the fifties and watch stuff with thinly veiled metaphors and small little nudges in the confirmation direction. it’s not something you get to pat yourself on the back for.

like, imo 1x08 was probably the best handled lgbt scene. like delphine stated her identity. and cosima just went along with it. and they got to talk candidly about it. they said ‘gay’ and ‘bisexual’ in the same scene. like??!!?!??!?! that was amazing. but for some reason they couldn’t do that for sarah, or felix. or let tony talk about being trans rather than having it be a hushed whispered conversation between two (then believed to be) cis people without him.

and it was just so frustrating to me, as a viewer, knowing what they meant and seeing what they put out there.

bc they are two different things. i can say whatever i want about this post, but at the end of the day it is just a grammatically incorrect, rambling, walk-about way of saying i have insomnia and was thinking about this enough to try and organize my thoughts. the creators can say whatever they want about the show, but eventually those interviews and those panels will get buried in the internet and all that will stand is their product. which doesn’t have confirmations of those themes within it.

like i’m forever going to love the show and i’m always going to go back and rewatch. it’s always going to be an influence on my writing. it’s just not... me trying to replicate and be like this show it’s trying not to make the same mistakes. which is kinda sad, bc it used to be the other way.

and at the end of the day it is feminist. like it’s about women told from a women’s perspective about allegories for womens’ issues. it’s just not by women so it missed the mark. same goes for the lgbt stuff. it is progressive that they thought to include it, but the stories they ended up telling were closer to the older stuff than what they thought.

i just wish they had brought in a third showrunner that was a woman and had lgbt writers come in to tell the lgbt stories. that doesn’t mean that it would’ve automatically been 100% Unproblematic™ but i think it would have been a lot closer to what they had promised.

anyway, i miss it already.

#thinky thoughts #this has been stewing for the better part of 5 years

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imagineteamfreewill · 7 years

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Relax

Title: Relax

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 1,812

Warnings: Stress

Beta: @jpadjackles

Summary: It’s almost the end of the semester and your schedule is jam-packed, leaving you stressed, overwhelmed, and overtired. Thankfully, Sam Winchester is the best at helping you relax.

A/N: This is just a little something I needed to write for myself. Enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated.

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Sam was already waiting inside your apartment when you got home from your last lecture of the day. You’d texted him halfway through the hour to ask if he would pick up a sandwich for you at the cafe on campus, and he’d most certainly delivered. On the tiny kitchen table there were two plates of spaghetti, along with two glasses, each filled with what you could only assume to be your favorite soda.

Smiling, you slipped off your shoes and dropped your bag onto the end of the couch, then plopped down next to where Sam was sitting. His feet were propped up on your rickety coffee table and you stretched out your feet as well, resting them on top of his legs.

“Have I ever told you that you’re amazing?” you sighed, leaning your head on Sam’s shoulder and closing your eyes. You could hear the smile in his voice when he replied.

“Only a few times,” he said. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I know the table’s set, but we can eat here on the couch if you want.”

“That sounds wonderful,” you groaned. “I don’t ever want to move again.” Sam laughed and moved your feet from his legs before standing. He came back a moment later and handed you your plate with a smile. “This smells amazing,” you told him.

“I hope it tastes just as good, then.”

You practically inhaled your food as the two of you ate in silence. It wasn’t common for you to be so quiet, but you’d barely had a chance to eat all day, considering most of your classes were back-to-back. And—as if that wasn’t bad enough—most of them were split between the two separate campuses. A girl could only walk so fast.

When you were finished, Sam washed the dishes quickly, leaving you to stretch out on your worn-out couch. You tried to relax, but your mind was going a mile a minute. With every passing second you thought of something else you needed to do. Sighing, you stood and stretched your arms above your head.

“I should get some work done,” you said, knowing Sam had been waiting for you to speak. He turned, drying his hands on one of your blue kitchen towels.

“Y/N, all you’ve been doing is work. You need to take a night for yourself and relax or you’re gonna get burnt out,” he replied.

You shrugged a little. “I don’t have time to relax. You know that. I’ve got that group project to do, and then the group presentation I’m working on needs a lot of work because nobody else is doing anything. Plus, I have reading for most of my classes, paperwork to fill out for my new job, an exam to study for, and I have to write that stupid autoethnography for Cherilyn’s class! God, I hate Cherilyn!” Your last words came out in a twisted, tearful shout, and you plopped back down on the couch, head in your hands.

After a moment you felt the couch dip beside you and Sam’s hand on your back. He ran his hand up and down your spine and you relaxed into his touch, sucking in a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

“It’ll work out, Y/N. I know it’s a lot, but I can help you study and work on your projects, and you know that I’m good at proofreading. I can look over your papers so you can spend that time working on other things. It’ll be okay.” Sam’s voice was soothing and you knew he meant every word he said, but you suddenly found yourself crying. Surprised, Sam pushed the coffee table forward so he could sit on the floor in front of you. His hands wrapped loosely around your wrists and moved your hands away from your face, forcing you to lift your head and meet his warm, hazel eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. I promise. Okay? C’mon, how about we just relax tonight? No more talk about homework,” Sam said. You opened your mouth to protest, but another sob stopped you from speaking. You could only nod in agreement. Sam helped you to your feet, then wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. He was warm and solid, and you let yourself cry against him. Deep down, you knew that if Sam said it was going to be okay, it would be okay. He hadn’t steered you wrong yet. You just had to keep reminding yourself of that.

Once your tears had finally diminished from full-on sobs to tearful hiccups, you pulled away from him. You wiped your nose on your sleeve and sniffled, then gave Sam a watery smile. “Sorry. I guess I just haven’t really had a chance to de-stress lately,” you apologized. “It all kinda caught up with me.”

Sam shook his head and brushed a lock of hair back over your shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” he murmured reassuringly, running his fingers through your hair and gently untangling the knots. “You really need to take a night off, Y/N. I know it’ll help, trust me.” Reluctantly, you nodded in agreement. Sam slipped his other hand into yours and led you down the hall of the tiny apartment to your bedroom. It was a mess and you sighed, stopping in the doorway to survey the damage.

“Hey,” Sam said. His voice was soft and you looked up to meet his eyes. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s just a mess, it’s not the end of the world. Okay?” A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips and you felt your own lips beginning to form a smile as you nodded and let him lead you to your bed. It was only a twin-size, but the both of you always managed to fit comfortably on it whenever Sam spent the night.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna take a quick shower before we lay down. I’m kinda gross since it was so hot out today,” you told him when he sat down and began to pull you down with him. Sam watched you for a second before nodding and squeezing your hand, then letting go. He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. You grabbed your pajamas from the floor beside your bed and slipped into the bathroom to clean up.

A shower was just what you needed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had truly allowed yourself to spend time just standing under the hot stream of water, just enjoying the feeling of it against your skin. Sam was quiet in the other room, and you took your time, humming as you washed yourself from head to toe. When you got out, you wrapped yourself in the largest, fluffiest towel you could find, then brushed your teeth and washed your face before putting on your pajamas. You felt clean, refreshed, and ready for bed. Hopefully, you would be able to get some sleep with Sam here. You hadn’t slept well in weeks; your mind was too busy thinking about all the thing you needed to do before the end of the semester to let you relax enough to sleep.

In the time it took you to shower and dress again, Sam had managed to tidy up your room. He hadn’t messed with any of your notes or projects—he knew you well enough to know that you had a system for studying, despite the fact that it seemed disorganized—but he’d put away all the clothes that had been strewn over the floor and furniture. He’d also gotten rid of the food wrappers and the various dishes that you’d had laying around. Needless to say, your room looked a thousand times better than it had when you’d first gone to shower. You were grateful, but a tiny part of you felt bad for making Sam clean up your mess.

“Sam, you didn’t have to clean my room…” you sighed as you threw your dirty clothes into the laundry basket in the closet. Sam shrugged.

“It’s not a big deal. It really wasn’t as bad as you thought it was,” he replied, holding out his hand for you. He pulled you down onto the mattress with him when you took it and you settled in beside him, tangling your legs with his and laughing when he flinched away at the first touch of your ice-cold feet.

“You’re gonna figure everything out,” Sam murmured once you’d gotten comfortable. “You’re smart. You’re amazingly smart, and even though you’ve got a lot to do, I know that you’re going to get it all done.”

“You really think so?” you asked. Sam nodded and watched as you fiddled with his fingers. After a long while, you rolled over so your back was to him. He immediately brought his hand up to run his fingers through your hair. It was still slightly wet, but he never minded. You sighed softly at the feeling, and soon your eyes were beginning to drift closed. Almost immediately as they started, however, the tiny nagging thought of a looming assignment wiggled into your mind. You sighed and shifted positions, trying to ignore it.

“Get some rest, Y/N,” Sam said, surprising you. “Don’t worry about anything tonight. You can worry about it tomorrow, and I’ll help you with whatever you need to do, but for now just enjoy this. Nothing matters right now except for you and me. Okay?” You nodded and snuggled closer, so your back was pressed against his chest. Closing your eyes again, you listened to the steady sound of Sam breathing, then smiled to yourself when you felt him press a barely-there kiss against the back of your neck.

“If you wanted a kiss, you could just ask,” you whispered teasingly. Sam’s breath hitched as he laughed a little. Twisting slightly, you turned your head so he could press his lips to yours. The kiss was short and sweet, and you kept your eyes closed for a moment afterward so you could revel in the feeling. You hummed in contentment as you opened them to meet Sam’s sweet hazel eyes. The room was dark, but you could still see the ever-present sparkle in them.

“You gonna get some sleep now?” Sam asked.

“Only if you don’t stop distracting me, mister,” you laughed, pushing yourself off the bed just slightly so you could kiss his chin. Sam grinned and settled back down on the mattress behind you, pulling you even closer. You reached down and pulled your blanket over the two of you, then closed your eyes once more.

You were asleep in no time, and Sam was there when you woke up in the morning, ready to take on the day with you in true Winchester fashion.

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Can you please do 24 iwaoi with oikawa saying it to iwaizumi

“You okay? You seem a little off today…”

Warning for self-harm and panic attacks.Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10073642

Oikawa was early. They’d planned to go out today, to check out that new cafe and see a movie, but they’d agreed to meet at their normal spot at 10am. Oikawa was early, in Iwaizumi’s room, at half nine. It usually wouldn’t have been a problem, except for one thing.

Iwaizumi was in the bathroom and his bandages were in a drawer next to his bed. Beads of red slowly trailed from deliberate cuts on his thighs. He was sat with his back to the bathroom door, trying to focus on controlling his breathing whilst his heart raced with panic because Oikawa was early.

“Iwa-chan, hurry up!”

“I-… G-give me a minute!” He wouldn’t be able to bandage it. Instead, he would have to work with what he had. A quick wash with a sponge got rid of the blood trails down his thighs, and applying pressure helped to stop extra bleeding. He didn’t have his bandages, but he did have toilet paper and band aid plasters. It… Wasn’t ideal, but it was all he had.

He folded up the toilet paper to make a neat square just big enough to cover the scars and cuts on each side, then used about 6 plasters to hold them in place. It really wasn’t comfortable, and he couldn’t excuse this as sports bandaging if his shorts rode up either.

His hands shook as he pulled on his clothes, making sure his shorts were low on his hips to cover the toilet paper.

“Iwa-chan, you take so long! Nobody does a poop that big!” He washed his hands and scrubbed them until they were red-raw, paranoid about Oikawa spotting any smudge of blood. Satisfied, he dried them and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door.

“Shut up, Oikawa. Maybe I had diarrhoea.”

“That’s gross, and way too much information.” Iwaizumi stiffened as Oikawa glanced over him, eyes scanning in deep thought as if he’d already caught something off. Then, just as Iwaizumi could feel his eyes stinging and heart pounding, Oikawa scoffed and shook his head with a helpless sigh.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing dad shorts with a striped shirt. What are you, a 50 year old white man?” Iwaizumi had no retort, biting his tongue in nervousness as he felt a wave of relief and exhaustion sweep through him. It was too early for this.

“Come on! You owe me a pastry for taking so long!” Oikawa flit out the bedroom and Iwaizumi glanced over to the drawer his bandages were in before swallowing down a lump in his throat.

“Sure.” Oikawa blinked almost in surprise as Iwaizumi trailed after him.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.” To try and distract Oikawa from the shock, Iwaizumi laced their fingers together. Oikawa’s expression softened and the corners of his lips curved upwards.

“Showing your love isn’t like you, Iwa-chan~.”

“Just ‘cos I’m not the romantic type, doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” His hand was squeezed, far too gently for Oikawa’s usual physical contact, and his panic spiked again. Had Oikawa already figured something out? Why was he being so gentle? Was he being careful?

“… Iwa-chan?” He jolted, and as he replied, his voice cracked and was much too high.

“Y-Yes?!” Oikawa raised an eyebrow with lips pouted slightly in thought.

“I was going to ask if you wanted breakfast before we go. But now, I’m wondering-…” Iwaizumi’s hands were sweaty. All he could think about was the rough way the plasters stretched at his skin and he could feel them curling over and the toilet paper was probably falling apart-

“… - maybe we shouldn’t watch a horror. If it has you jumpy now, I worry you’ll reach the stratosphere afterwards!” Oh thank God. Iwaizumi fights the urge to collapse in relief.

“Uh, yeah, I- My imagination ran away with the summary last night, aha…” They reach the kitchen and Iwaizumi takes his hand away from Oikawa to grab a plate and stick some bread in the toaster. At least if they’re eating, they won’t be talking. Or walking. He’s scared the impromptu ‘bandage’ won’t work.

As he’s waiting for the toast to pop up, Oikawa places a gentle hand on Iwaizumi’s back, just resting there for contact before he puts his head on Iwaizumi’s shoulder peacefully.

“I worried it would spook you. You’re a softy really, Iwa-chan!”

“Shut up, Oikawa.”

“You cried when Godzilla died.”

“Sh-Shut up! We agreed not to talk about that!” Oikawa laughs, pressing his cheek against Iwaizumi’s. Much to his credit, both of them jump when the toaster pops up and chuckle. Iwaizumi snatches the toast out and butters both slices, offering Oikawa a bite silently.

“I think I’ll save room for those sweet, sweet pastries to go with my drink, but thanks Iwa-chan. You really are the sweetest.”

“I’m not.” The muttered words are out before Iwaizumi can stop them and he holds his breath, hoping Oikawa didn’t catch the self-deprecating tone. Oikawa’s eyebrows furrow. He did catch it, but he choses not to comment on it, and the arm he snuck around Iwaizumi’s waist feels him breathe out shakily.

Something isn’t right.

Iwaizumi carries on like normal, but Oikawa can tell it’s a front. He can sense it. They’ve been best friends since 3, so he can tell when something isn’t right. Or, he’d like to think so, but he’s well aware that Iwaizumi reads him better than Oikawa could ever read Iwaizumi.

He seems really… Distracted, though. Like something has spooked him and it’s definitely not the idea of watching horror movies.

“I changed my mind, give me a bite.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and holds the toast up to his shoulder for Oikawa to lean forwards, and he steals a massive bite. He waits for Iwaizumi to notice, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“… Shittykawa! I said you could have a bite, not half the slice!” The back of Iwaizumi’s hand smacks against his shoulder with controlled gentleness, and Oikawa almost chokes as he laughs around the full mouthful. Iwaizumi chuckles huskily at Oikawa’s idiot move, but melts into his embrace as they finish eating, sharing the toast between them.

“That would have been better with jam.”

“If you wanted jam, you should have made your own.”

“I was trying to save space for cafe goodies, but then Iwa-chan was taking too long.”

“That’s because you were early.” Oikawa detangles himself from Iwaizumi, although still keeps his hand wrapped around Iwaizumi’s wrist.

“Come on, come on! It’s cafe time!”

“Alright, I’m coming!” Iwaizumi tugs his wrist away and rubs at it where Oikawa has left slight pressure marks. It feels good. It hurts and it feels good. It feels like something, which is more than nothing. It feels like what he wants, what he thinks he deserves.

It hurts, and he wants it to hurt. His thighs suddenly tingle as his thought drifts to them and he bites his lip because hurting wasn’t enough. He was supposed to still be upstairs. He was supposed to be bleeding for another couple of minutes, then doing up the bandages before going to meet Oikawa.

But Oikawa had been early, and Oikawa had turned up at his house, and Iwaizumi hadn’t spent long enough with his scars and blood to feel grounded.

Everything seems far too loud, too much happening at once, and he’s sensitive to even the slightest change in his surrounding. It’s overbearing and he feels sick as they walk hand in hand to the cafe.

It’s only Oikawa’s hand that stops him from running to the closest cramped, dark place he can think of. He wants to cry, but he doesn’t because he can’t let Oikawa know. If Oikawa finds out, he’ll have to stop.

He doesn’t want to stop. Some day, pain is all he can feel, and inflicting it reminds him he’s alive. It’s not ideal, but that’s how things work. It’s what I deserve.

“Iwa-chan, what did you want?” He blinks, feeling dizzy and nauseous. He can feels trembles down his spine and in his hands, and his head pounds, mouth dry as if it’s been stuffed with cotton wool.

“H-huh?”

“What drink do you want?” Another blink or six, and Iwaizumi’s blurry vision clocks on that they’re in the cafe. It’s nice. Shades of blue and cream instead of the usual browns.

Oikawa squeezes his hand and Iwaizumi looks to him to notice the deep frown tugging at his lips, the way his brows furrow. The person behind the counter is waiting to take his order, and he looks up at the menu as if he could somehow read it through swirling vision.

Now he really wants to cry.

“I- I’ll have - um… I’ll have… A Mocha?” Luckily, it appears to be on the menu because the employee sets to work. Iwaizumi sighs quietly, and he feels Oikawa’s thumb stroke over the back of his hand.

“Iwa-chan, are you still sleepy~?”

“… Mhm. A little.” Not his best excuse, but it’ll do.

“I’m surprised you didn’t get the cinnamon and honey latte!” The chalk on the menu is starting to form letters he can recognise, and sure enough, there’s a cinnamon and honey latte just three lines above the Mocha.

“Oh. No, I… I thought it was too early for that. Maybe if we come here in the afternoon.”

“Hmmm… Okay. It’s a date.”

“We’re already on a date, stupid.” Warm breath brushes over his cheek as Oikawa laughs quietly and presses his lips to the corner of Iwaizumi’s, right where his dimples usually formed.

That reminds Oikawa he hasn’t seen those dimples in a while. He hasn’t seen Iwaizumi smile in a while, and paired with his strange behaviour, that sets alarm bells ringing. Something is most definitely wrong.

He’s about to ask when their orders are suddenly passed over, and Oikawa takes them both since Iwaizumi’s hands still appear to shake. Iwaizumi trails behind him as they go over to the tall chairs at one of the towering tables.

Iwaizumi gulps. He might be tall, but even he’ll have to step on the bar to get on the seat, as Oikawa does, elegantly and fluently. He can’t do it. He can’t do it. It’ll put too much stress on his thighs, it could break the skin again, the plasters could come off and he already feels them curling around the edges and if they come off so does the toilet paper and then his thighs will rub together and-

“Iwa-chan! It’s getting cold!” He licks his dry lips.

“Right…Can we- Can we sit somewhere else?”

“Huh? Why?”

“Just- Please.” Oikawa nods immediately, slipping from the tall seat. He can detect the tone of pleading, as much as he knows Iwaizumi is trying to hold it back, and when Iwaizumi says please without a teasing or affectionate nickname tacked on, it’s serious. Right now, Oikawa is slightly afraid.

“Okay.” They relocate to a corner, sinking into comfy chairs that look like modern armchairs, white and soft with fluffy blue cushions. As they sip at their drinks, Oikawa with one leg casually over the other, Iwaizumi hunched over with his knees pressed together, the Setter scans over his Ace with narrowed eyes.

Something’s upset you, Iwa-chan, and I will find out.

“… Why are you staring at me?” Before Oikawa can think of something witty or clever, his mouth works quicker than his mind.

“Are you okay? You seem a little off today…” He watches Iwaizumi stiffen, eyes widening and shoulders hunching up defensively. His eyes flicker away, darting anywhere except Oikawa’s face as he grips his drink so tightly, that it might break.

Oikawa leans forwards and gently eases the drink out of Iwaizumi’s hands, placing it next to his own mug on the small knee-height table between them. He takes Iwaizumi’s hands in his own, holding them securely and reassuringly.

“Iwa-chan. Iwa-chan, look at me. Hajime.” Green eyes snap up to meet his own, and Oikawa is taken aback by the fact they’re wet and ready to overflow. Iwaizumi never cries unless it’s intense, damaging, or scary movies.

The last time he cried was when they lost against Karasuno. Without words, one of Oikawa’s hands moves from Iwaizumi’s to his face, gently stroking a thumb over his cheek and catching a tear as it trails down.

Iwaizumi closes his eyes and leans into the touch, heart sinking into his stomach. He failed. He couldn’t keep it hidden. Oikawa knows. Oikawa will make him stop and he doesn’t want to stop, he wants to hurt.

“If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. Just know that I love you; I’m here for you; and if you need me; I’ll pull through.” He swallows, shakily raising his left hand to press over Oikawa’s on his cheek.

“I- I want to go home… I’m sorry for ruining our date, I just- I want to go home.” Oikawa gently shushes him and Iwaizumi opens his eyes just in time to see Oikawa leaning towards him, pressing their foreheads together. It’s only for a peaceful heartbeat, and then Oikawa presses his lips to Iwaizumi’s forehead instead.

“It’s okay to have bad days. When I have bad days, you never force me out the house. You immediately cancel our date, and you keep me company instead. You spoil me, Hajime, and you make me feel loved even when I feel like nothing. So- So let me do the same for you.”

“.. Okay…”

“Let’s get you home.” Iwaizumi nods and allows Oikawa to lead him out the coffee shop. He fidgets uncomfortable as they walk, feeling scraps of the toilet paper ripping off with friction and falling down his pants legs. The thought of a little trail embarrasses him, but still, he says nothing.

It’s when they’re still ten minutes from home that he realises the pain he’s been feeling isn’t just his thighs rubbing together. No, it’s the newly formed scabs coming off. He pales as he realises that at least one of the cuts is bleeding again.

He can feel a droplet rolling down his leg and subtly pats his shorts to let the material soak it up. Better that than have it trail down and have questions asked.

Adjusting himself every few minutes earns him a strange look from Oikawa and he holds his breath as he averts his gaze. But now, Oikawa’s eyes are on him. He can’t hide anything, because he’ll definitely be seen patting down his shorts. Especially if he directs Oikawa’s gaze to the surely bloodsoaked patch.

But… Would it really be too bad to tell him? He trusted Oikawa with all his soul, loved him with all his heart, and had known him practically all his life.

He knows Oikawa would make him stop, but…

Wasn’t stopping what he needed to do? Maybe if he stopped, he would feel less… Ugly. Scarred. Broken.

“Always be a burden though…”

“Wha- Hajime, what?!” Uh-oh. He hadn’t meant to say that aloud. He swallows down a lump in his throat as Oikawa stares at him in betrayal, eyes watering with hurt.

“I… I’ll tell you more when we get home.” His voice is brittle, and Oikawa nods in understanding. The problem is; they’re still a full minute from home when Iwaizumi’s thighs can’t take any more rubbing together without a bandage for protection.

“A-Ah…” He wedges a hand between his thighs, slightly hunched over with a wince.

“Haji-”

“My cuts are bleeding.”

“Your- Your cuts?” Biting his lip, Iwaizumi looks down at the ground instead of at his boyfriend.

“I cut myself earlier. Thighs. Would’ve bandaged it but you were early…” Oikawa blinks. His mouth gapes like a fish and Iwaizumi tenses up as he waits for a reply. He waits for Oikawa to either start sympathetically blubbering, or shout at him for being so stupid. He doesn’t expect to suddenly be swept into a bridal style hold.

“Let me take care of you, okay?”

“… Okay.” He rests in Oikawa’s arms, letting the setter jog the final short distance to Iwaizumi’s house, since it was closer, and only has to move again to get his key out from his shorts pocket. His shorts, of course, have a large patch of blood on them and Oikawa is frightened to say the least. That much blood can’t be good.

He doesn’t put Iwaizumi down until they reach the bedroom, and he’s extremely gentle as he lays Iwaizumi on the bed.

“What do you need?”

“Damp sponge, skin tape, bandages. I’ll get the bandages.”

“No you will not, you stay right there.” Iwaizumi huffs, cheeks puffing out with irritation because he could get his things together perfectly fine. He’s done this many times before. He does, however, relent and allow Oikawa to gather the items - although he’s adamant on removing his shorts himself.

His boxers are pushed up to reveal his thighs and Oikawa winces. Some are new, some are old, some are shallow, some are deep. With his little knowledge of how quickly skin heals, he can guess Iwaizumi’s been doing this…

Since around the time they lost preliminaries for the last time.

“Oh, Iwa-chan… Hajime…”

“Don’t pity me. Get angry, or cry, or do something - I don’t give a shit - but don’t pity me.” Oikawa pauses in carefully patting the sponge on Iwaizumi’s left thigh and looks up at him with eyes half-lidded because no matter what Iwaizumi says, Oikawa can’t help but feel like he could have somehow prevented it getting this bad.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you start, Hajime?” A bitter, choked laugh sounds from Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s nose wrinkles in concern as he continues to wash away the blood.

“Because I’m a piece of shit.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.” Oikawa bites the inside of his cheek, trying not to immediately protest Iwaizumi’s opinion of himself. It wouldn’t do any good to just keep pushing. As he picks up the roll of bandages and unwinds it, he keeps his voice stern, but soft.

“Tell me why you think that way. And I’ll tell you every way that you aren’t.” Iwaizumi stares at him with darkened eyes, filled with self-hatred and Oikawa wants to kiss it away.

He knows that won’t work, though, especially not in the long term. He nudges Iwaizumi’s leg up onto his shoulder for easier access to his thigh and starts wrapping the bandage around with skill and dexterity.

“I-… I’m supposed to be so much better… Everyone always says I’m so great, so athletic, so skilled, but I’m not. I failed, Tooru. I failed! I was supposed to take you to nationals, I was supposed to get a scholarship into university, I was supposed to be happy! But none of that happened! I couldn’t even save your knee! I- I’m worthless…”

His legs are trembling. Oikawa can feel him shaking, and he takes his eyes away from the bandages and scars to look at Iwaizumi’s face. He has one arm thrown over his eyes, but there’s no hiding the trails of saltwater down the sides of his face. His other hand bundles in the bedcovers, gripping as tight as his teeth dig into his bottom lip, expression torn between self-loathing and sadness.

He looks like he’s lost every hope in the world, and Oikawa can only wish he’d intervened sooner.

“Hajime.” He waits until wet, green eyes look at him, and then leans forwards and presses a soft, tender kiss to the tip of Iwaizumi’s nose.

“Even if you didn’t do any of those things, you did so much more. You inspire people. You encourage them, you push us forward. My knee happened because of my own stupidity, there’s no way you could have stopped it, not even if you had handcuffed me to your side.” He pauses to huff a little in amusement at the mental imagery, well aware they’re constantly by each other’s sides anyways.

“You’re in Class 5, and I know you’ll make university look just as easy as everything else you do. Because you try so hard and practice constantly and Hajime… The amount of effort you put in is superhuman. When people talk about you being good at everything… They have no idea how much you’ve revised and trained and learnt. Not to mention the amount of times you do it for someone else.”

Oikawa kisses his cheek gently, and presses a hand over Iwaizumi’s heart soothingly.

“You have the biggest, kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever met. Don’t measure your worth by what you can’t do, Hajime, because you are worth every star in the sky. You are worth every raindrop in the desert, every kiss on your skin, every song in the world.” Iwaizumi opens his mouth to protest and Oikawa shakes his head to cut him off before he even says anything.

“Everything.” There’s a moment of silence where Iwaizumi closes his eyes and tries to stop himself crying, and Oikawa finishes wrapping up his thighs.

“Okay, that should do it. Tomorrow, you’re going to sit on the bench and analyse gameplay because I am not letting you play with risk of injury.”

“But-!”

“No buts! Except your butt, on the bench.” His gaze softens when he sees the bewildered and betrayed look Iwaizumi is giving him.

“Just for one day, Hajime. Just until these are scabbed over.” He brushes his thumb over Iwaizumi’s thigh and feels it tense beneath his touch.

“Fine.” Iwaizumi is pouting. Well, that’s better than the fragile frown he wore earlier. Oikawa breathily laughs, nuzzling into Iwaizumi’s nest of a hairstyle.

“Now close your eyes and rest. You’re exhausted.” With a quiet hum, Iwaizumi shuffles onto his side, nudging Oikawa to lie next to him, and snuggles in under Oikawa’s chin. A soft hand circling his back and feather-light kisses to his head guide him into a light doze, letting fatigue take over.

“Tooru…?”

“Yes, Haji?” He shuffles before he replies, whispering into Oikawa’s collarbone.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, much more than you could ever imagine.”

“To the moon and back…?”

“And all the way to galaxy cluster Abell 1835.” Iwaizumi snorts and Oikawa’s lips quirk up because it sounds like a tiny, restrained laugh.

“I don’t know where that is, dummy.”

“Very far away~. Now shhh. Sleep. I’ll look after you.”

“Mhm. Love you.” The soft mumble, the press of lips against his skin, is the last thing Oikawa registers from Iwaizumi before he finally drops into a dreamless sleep. With Iwaizumi asleep, Oikawa allows himself to quietly cry, upset that he didn’t notice how Iwaizumi felt earlier, how he had no idea it was this bad.

It’s going to take a lot of help and a long time to make him feel better. But Oikawa will stand by his side with love, unshakable, unconditional.

#iwaoi #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa tooru #ask answered #Thanks for asking!#I got super carried away with this one #if you can tell #it was only supposed to be a drabble!#And it's over 3000 words #whoops #hope you enjoy!

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