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harringtonstilinski · 10 months ago

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Call It What You Want - Steve Harrington

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 3,080 Warnings: fluff, squint hard for angst, ignore the fact that eddie has risen from the dead, lol Requested: no | yes; i hope it meets your expectations, @stevesxyellowxsweater!! came from this prompt list Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! So, this hellsite decided to delete/eat the original fic of this. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Steve Harrington. Your childhood best friend turned… acquaintance? Hell, you don’t even know anymore. You two used to be inseparable before he became King Steve, then your friendship went to shit… or at least you think it did.

When he started spending less and less time with you over the course of high school, your mind couldn’t help but go to the worst case scenarios. He didn’t want to be your friend anymore, he didn’t like you as a friend anymore, he was in the popular crowd while you weren’t so that made him not like you, Tommy H. and Carol, and many more.

Everything came to a head during both of your Senior year. You had asked him to hang out a couple of days after he and Nancy broke up, just wanting to cheer up your best friend. When he ditched you for a whole ass month, you decided to quit trying.

It was now summer of ‘86, just a couple of months after the earthquake. You were volunteering at the high school gym, or makeshift shelter, when you spotten him, folding clothes.

You tried to avert your eyes when he looked up and over, feeling eyes on his figure, but you couldn’t. Lost in those hazel eyes that you were once your favorite things to look at.

He pulled his lips together in a tight smile, nodding his head once at you before looking back down at the shirt in his hands, finishing the fold he started on it.

“Why don’t you just, I don’t know, talk to him?” Robin said, effectively scaring you.

After jumping ten feet from your skin, you placed a hand over your heart, bending at the waist ever so slightly, resting your free hand on the table in front of you. “Holy shit, don’t do that again.”

“Look, I know it’s been years since you guys have talked, but–”

“If you tell me it’ll benefit us both in the long run again, I’m gonna take these suspenders and snap them on your tits,” you interrupted, eyebrow raised.

Robin held her hands up, looking down slightly as she said, “Okay, fair enough. But seriously, though? Just saying hey and catching up wouldn’t hurt anyone. Especially Dustin.”

You looked over at your little brother, watching as he continued to hand people cups of water and blankets, his leg having long been healed from his fall back into the Upside Down. Sighing, you whispered, “I know,” before looking back at Robin. “I know he’s already lost Eddie. He can’t lose Steve, too.”

“Even though it feels that way,” your brother said, setting his tray down next to you.

Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, you sighed. “You haven’t.”

“He’s always going on dates.”

Brows furrowed, you replied, “He’s always gone on dates. His asshole of a father always told him that if he wasn’t settled down by a certain age then he was considered a failure in his eyes. Which he isn’t… nor will he ever be.”

Dustin and Robin looked at each other behind your head, both of them raising their eyebrows in unison at your words, realization hitting them both. You had a crush on Steve.

And of course, your shithead of a little brother looked back at you with a devilish smile after watching Steve take a few steps towards you. “Well, here’s your chance to get that date you’ve always wanted.”

Looking at him confused, you asked, “What are you–” before being interrupted by both him and Robin saying, “Bye!,” walking away as Steve approached the table.

You looked from Dustin to Robin as the two of them walked away, mouth ajar before bringing your bottom lip between your teeth and looking in front of you. A small smile appeared on your face, seeing that playful smile that Steve always gave.

“Hey, loser,” he said.

Releasing your lip, you scrunched your eyebrows, greeting him with, “Buttface.”

A chuckle came from his mouth, his head bending forward as his chin became parallel with his collarbone. When he brought his head back up, you saw nothing but amusement in his eyes as he said, “Buttface? Really?”

Crossing your arms, you retorted, “Well, you are. You fucking ditched me.”

All amusement left his eyes at your words, fear and anxiety crashing into yours. “Oh, my god. Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say it. I just slipped out–”

“It’s okay,” he said, stopping your words. Nodding, he added, “I mean, I did deserve it. I was an asshole and I’m majorly sorry for that.”

Smiling a little to yourself, you tilted your head and quietly asked, “Did just say majorly? What is this? 1982?”

He looked at you confused, but laughed nonetheless. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

Going back to messing around with the items in front of you at the table, you said, “You were always one for trends. Still are, apparently.”

“What do you mean?”

Gesturing to his clothes, you eyed his outfit before locking eyes with him again. “Need I say more?”

“What about the hair?”

“Still on trend with that. It’s your best attribute. I predict, though, in about… twenty or so years, you’re gonna cut it short.”

Leaning his hands on the table, he asked, “Will I still look good?” “Of course,” you chuckled. “You always have. Even when we were kids and your parents made you get those… oh, what are they called?” You thought for a moment before gasping. “Oh, my god! It was a bowl–”

“You finish that sentence and I’ll make sure everyone sees your haircut from the late 70’s.”

With wide eyes, you said, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t try me, princess.”

You narrowed your eyes at the nickname he used to call you when the two of you were kids. You loved it until you reached high school when Carol started calling you princess to get under your skin.

He started using it in a derogatory way after that just to please his friends, which pissed you off to no end. Steve would end up going home after school or hanging out with Tommy H and Carol, regretting the words he’d said to you.

That’s when you both made the conscious decisions, separately, to stop hanging out. When you two walked across the stage at graduation, you cheered and clapped for each other, spotting each other in the crowd and giving each other a small smile.

Realizing what he’d called you, his eyes went wide with shock. “Sweetheart, I am so sorry.”

Waving him off, you looked down. “It’s okay, Steve. I’m over it.”

“Clearly not with the way you just looked at me.”

“And how was that?” you asked, looking from the blanket you were moving into Steve’s eyes.

With a small smile, he replied, “Like you wanted to kill me.”

“Oh, my god. Just ask her out!” Dustin said, walking behind Steve.

Your eyes went wide, not believing that just happened, but… Steve apparently believed it because not five seconds after Dustin had disappeared, he asked, “Would you? Go on a date with me?”

Flabbergasted, you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, your brain going a million miles an hour as you tried to come up with an answer as an arm came around your shoulders, ultimately halting your train of thought.

“Of course she’d love to, dingus,” Robin said. You could hear the smile behind her words… and see it as you turned your head to face her.

“Robin,” you quietly hissed.

“Oh, shush,” she whispered. “You know you want to.”

You knew, deep down in your heart you knew you wanted to go on that date with one Steve Harrington. You had always wished that he would ask you, but alas… he never did. Always asking out the popular girls, the girls on the cheerleading team or dance team. And it always broke your heart.

This time, though, was different. It was you he was asking, not some other girl that only wanted to get into his pants… or he into theirs.

Sighing, you closed your eyes for a moment before gathering your thoughts and nodding your head. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Yeah, okay, what?” Robin said, the smile evident on her face.

“Yes, Steve, I’ll go on a date with you.”

~~~

Two weeks had gone by before you were standing in front of your vanity mirror, looking over your outfit.

“Hey, female - holy shit.”

You turned and spotted Eddie standing at your doorway, a cassette tape in his hands that he nearly dropped. Chuckling, you said, “Hey, Eddie. What’cha got there?”

“Uhh,” he said, looking from you to the cassette. Looking up with a devilish smile on his face, he played with it, before tilting his head and scrunching his nose. “Maybe it’s that album you’ve been looking for.”

Scrunching your brows in thought, you wracked your brain trying to think of what album he could be talking about until it hit you with a gasp. “Def Leppard’s Pyromania?”

Pointing at you with the cassette, Eddie smiled and said, “The very one.”

Squealing happily, you ran and jumped into your best friend's arms, hugging him tightly around his neck before releasing him, hands cupping his cheeks. “Thank you, Ed.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He gave you another quick hug before adding, “Oh, by the way. You look beautiful. You’re gonna knock Harrington’s socks off.”

Chuckling, you said, “Thanks, Eddie.” At the sound of Steve’s laugh, your body tensed the slightest bit, your best friend noticing.

“Hey,” Eddie said, voice gentle. “It’s gonna be okay. Don’t worry. If he tries anything, just let me know and I’ll kick his ass.”

“In what? D&D?”

He was silent for a moment, his eyes going the tiniest bit wide before he nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, you got me there.”

You laughed as you turned to put the cassette on your vanity, giving yourself one more look over before exiting your room, purse on your shoulder. When you spotted Steve standing at the door with Dustin, laughing, your heart leapt into your throat. Steve looked damn good, and you knew tonight wouldn’t end without the two of you making things official… after talking everything out.

When Dustin looked at you, his smile never faded. “Well, here she is. The lady of the hour.”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, giving him a side hug as Steve chuckled.

He opened the door for you, escorting you out, Dustin, your mom and Eddie wishing the two of you a good night.

“Ten bucks they end up together,” Dustin says.

“I’ll up you ten and say they’ll do more than just ‘get together’,” Eddie replied.

With a disgusted look on his face, Dustin looked up to his mentor, saying, “That’s my sister, you gross ass.”

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The car ride to the movies was silent, but comfortable. The film choice for the night was The Karate Kid Part II. Your main reason for seeing it?; Ralph Macchio.

Max had told you if you didn’t see it that she’d hunt you down and murder you in your sleep. An empty threat from the redhead, but nevertheless, you told that you’d see it, a smile spreading across her face at your words.

Once the movie was over and you voiced that you were starving, Steve drove the two of you to Benny’s, home of the best burgers and fries in Hawkins. As soon as you two walked into the diner, the waitress smiled to herself, already getting her notepad and pen out, writing down yours and Steve’s orders.

She waited on the two of you during your Freshman and Sophomore years of high school before Steve became King Steve. Gloria, the waitress, had always wondered where you were when Steve would come in with Tommy H and Carol. Steve had explained that the two of you weren’t really hanging out anymore, which made her sad, so seeing the both of you at the diner together, made her smile.

The both of you took your normal booth in the middle along the wall of windows. You turned your head to the right, looking out at the cars passing by on the road. Sighing, you felt content before looking back at Steve, whose eyes had been on you the whole time.

Steve was immensely happy that you had decided to go on this date with him. He always felt bad at the treatment you got from him, and always wanted to make it up to you in the best way possible. This was the best thing he thought of. Doing what you’d always used to do; movie and then burgers at Benny’s.

“What?” you asked, reaching up to touch your cheek. “Do I have something on my face?”

Chuckling, Steve looked down at the table before looking around the diner, eyeing Gloria, giving her a nod, a small smile on his face as he did, your eyes watching his movements.

Turning your head to look towards Gloria, your face lit up with happiness, the seasoned waitress walking over with her tray resting on her hand, bringing the two of your food.

“Oh, my goodness,” she smiled. “Look at how grown you two have gotten. I was wondering when you two were gonna come walking back in here together.”

Your face flushed as Steve’s eyes widening the slightest bit at her words. She always rooted for the two of you. After Gloria had set your drinks in front of you, she smiled and said that she’d be right back with a special treat for you and Steve.

Shrugging, you picked up your burger after topping it with your condiments and veggies of choice that were on your plate, you took the first bite, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head. “Oh, my god. I forgot how good these burgers were.”

With furrowed brows, Steve picked up a fry and asked, “When was the last time you were here?” before popping it into his mouth.

“The last time we both were here,” you said, after swallowing your bite, going back in for another.

Steve hummed to himself, taking a bite of his cheeseburger, having topped it with his toppings of choice.

About half way through your meal, Gloria set your favorite milkshakes in front of you, a big smile spreading on your face after she walked away. Using the spoon that was in the cup, you brought a spoonful of the thick milkshake to your mouth, quietly moaning with an eye roll at the flavors hitting your taste buds.

Pointing to the shake with the spoon, you said with a mouthful, “The best damn shakes in Hawkins.”

“The best damn shakes in all of Indiana!” Steve exclaimed, holding his own spoon out with some of his shake on it.

Scooping another spoonful, you ‘clinked’ your spoons together, laughing at the silliness of it all. You had missed it, though, and so had Steve. Once your laughter had died down and you were finished with your meals, Steve had tried to pay, Gloria insisting that it was on the house, courtesy of Benny himself.

The drive back to your house was quiet again, but comfortable. Steve had his hands on the steering wheel and gear shift, respectfully, while yours was in your lap. All the words you wanted to say were a mess in your head, every thought that was tumbling around in your head caused you to lose track of time… and where you were.

A hand on your shoulder brought you back, your head turning towards Steve. “I’m sorry, what?”

He chuckled, his hand never leaving your shoulder. “I said, we’re here and asked if you were okay.”

“Oh,” you said, sheepishly. “Yeah. Got lost in thought, I guess.”

“What were you thinking about?”

Shaking your head, you looked down and whispered, “It’s nothing.”

Putting his hand on yours and gaining your attention, Steve said, “Hey. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

All you could do for the next ten seconds was look into those hazel eyes you used to get lost in before you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his, closing your eyes and sighing. Steve sighed and closed his eyes, as well, bringing his hand from yours to cup your cheek.

“I’ve missed you, Stevie,” you whispered. You felt him stiffen just slightly, your opening and head lifting from his for just a moment before he brought your forehead back to his. “I’m sorry. I know you hate being called that.”

This time, it was Steve who lifted his head to look at you, his hand never moving from your cheek. “You’re the only one that gets to call me that, ya’know? Always have been, always will.”

A small smile spread on your lips, Steve’s hand moving slightly back towards your neck, his thumb rubbing at the top of your jawline near your ear. “Don’t hate me for this,” he whispered.

“What are you–” you started, but your words were cut off by Steve’s lips on yours. You were a little shocked, to say the least, but you kissed him back regardless. It wasn’t a hungry kiss. It was more of one that was testing the waters

With lips slowly moving in sync, you couldn’t help but feel happy that his lips were actually on yours. You hated to admit it to yourself, but you’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have Steve’s lips on yours, and now that they are… you couldn’t get enough.

You wanted to keep kissing him until your lips were red, swollen, numb, the whole nine yards. All you wanted was Steve, and now… you think you have him.

When you both pulled away, breathless, you rested your foreheads against each other’s, simultaneously. As you caught your breath, you smiled, a soft chuckle making its way from your lips.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, a smile on his face as well.

Rolling your head to the right a little, you bit your bottom lip before lifting your head and looking at those hazel eyes you’ve always loved. “I just can’t believe that happened.”

Moving his hand back to your cheek, Steve smiled that smile you hadn’t seen in years. “Well, you better believe it… because I plan on doing that more.”

“I’m counting on it, Stevie.”

Steve chuckled while shaking his head, bringing your lips back to his with a smile on both of your faces.

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supernova41st · 4 months ago

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Sweet n’ Sour 👛 (pt.2)

Tf2 x “nice”Reader

A/n: Here’s pt.1 if you don’t know what this fic is abt, ik I said I was going to do my own fic after the last one I made but I couldn’t think of anything sooo I’m just doing this. I might do a ‘tf2 x Snooki!Reader’ cuz I just started watching jersey shore and I love it (also you could tell I put my whole heart and ass into snipers section)

warnings: Slut shaming, Reader and Sniper banging, enemies to lovers, hatefuck (sorry this one’s wild)

Pyro

Pyro quickly took a liking to you because of your girly nature, he loved your style

He’s only ever been on your good side, painting nails reading magazines gossiping etc.

He’s such a girls man. No, not a ladies man, a girls man

“Holy fuck! Snooki got arrested”

“Mm mffmm mmm?”

*from jersey shore??

“Yes from jersey shore!!”

Of course you two are duos on the battlefield, skipping happily around the blu teams base as it burns down

Def owns one of those heart friendship necklaces

About him being a girls man, he always makes sure you look good on the battlefield

Loves picking out outfits with you and always carries around something he knows you’ll forget

“Shit! I forgot to put on lipgloss..”

“Mmm mmphm mm?”

*here, cherry bomb right?

“gasp Omg I love you so much 💕”

You and Pyro would have the loving best friend relationship, kissing each others cheek and shit

Doing makeup on mask>>>>

Imagine the fake lashes along w the blush 😭 he loves it

lol put big anime girl eyes on him pls

“You’re fucking chewing right now P.”

“mmm mm!!!”

*thank you!!

Sniper

He hated you when he first saw you omg. Sniper is introverted cuz he got bullied and school, so now he automatically thinks any girl with even a slightly feminine style is bitchy

To be fair you were.. to him

Srry but he got annoyed with you so fast, it started a hefty rivalry between you and snipes

“Where’s princess prissy?”

“Uhm I know you’re not talking about me, at least I actually go down there to fight unlike you in the sidelines.”

It’s always something with you guys istg

He has to admit (but won’t) , he loves watching you destroy the enemy team the way you do from afar. Blood and guts getting in your hair and pretty face. Whenever you catch him staring at you you always give him the finger, makes him chuckle despite how much he ‘hates’ you

Sometimes he has to leave more than piss in his jars

He still kept the enemy streak but it was just to hide his feelings

The mercs get so sick of your guys’s attitude, they practically begged Miss Pauling to send you and sniper off to a mission so they can get a break. She obliged

“Yeah I’m not working with him, sorry! I’d rather go back to juvie than go sleep in his musty van.”

“Bonzy, wouldn’t want to smell your bloody strong perfume all over me van ya whore.”

“I’d rather smell like strong perfume than someone who hangs around piss jars and has coffee breath!!”

Miss Pauling immediately understood why the mercs wanted you guys to go away. And so she forced you to stay in his ‘musty van’ for a week so that you both can go assassinate god knows who. Safe to say it wasn’t an easy trip.

“Ay, I’m gonna go hunt for dinner, you comin’?

“Why the fuck would I wanna go with you?? Bye.”

damn, you didn’t have to end him like that 😭

You felt something when this bitch came back with a 14ft alligator, dragging it by the tail back to the van. You bit your lip staring at him as he wiped the sweat from his forehead

You asked him to hook up, you tried to be subtle but it just turned out uneasy to say the least

“Hey I liked the way you um.. dragged that crocodile back there”

“Chuckle it was a alligator, Sheila”

“Of course you know the difference..”

You blushed, along with him, laughing awkwardly, biting your pink painted thumbnail while he scratched the back of his neck

Cut to you guys waking up naked in his bed all sweaty

Hate fucking or not, now instead of the mercs being annoyed of you hating each other too much, they hate how much you love each other

“Cmon guys not in the goddamn break room..”

“Sorry, I just love his black coffee breath”

“And I love the smell of the perfume I got ya”

“God I fucking hate it when you use Australian slang..”

You still did your thing in the break room

Spy

He has so much hate in his heart for you, and it shows

The difference between him and sniper is that he doesn’t like ANYTHING about you, especially the way you fight

Sure it surprised him when you showed off how you fought, but he didn’t take a liking to it

While trying to sneak up on an enemy sniper, you immediately bashed their head in with your pink hammer. He glared at you so hard

“😐”

“What shitface?? Say something. I got impatient you were taking too long.”

This guy wants nothing to do with you, if you get assigned to a mission together he’ll have his way to sneak out of it.

In the expiration date short you wrote

Fuck you <3

On the paper he handed to everyone along with a drawing of a middle finger for the bucket thing he did

How did he know it was you? You made the hand look exactly like yours, acrylic nails and all.

You and scout started giggling like school girls

“..would anyone else like to insult me??”

soldier slowly raising his hand

Posting on your story in the middle of a battle is such a good way to mess with him, just doing the peace sign while he stays frustrated in the background

‘This old fuck really expects me to kill this big bitch alone 😹😹 Lol he fucking wishes, anyways I’m prob gonna get in trouble bcuz of this but IDRC 💜 #ellieandmasonhouse’

He wants to kill you so bad, sadly you’re one of the most useful mercs on the team. But if you weren’t he’d be so down to kill you

#Spotify #x reader #tf2 x reader #pyro x reader #sniper x reader #sniper smut #spy x reader #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 pyro

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albertdabuttler · 2 years ago

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Masked Adversary | D.L.

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fandom: Kick-Ass

pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader

WARNINGS: (in this chapter) swearing lolz, angst and fluff splattered here and there, reader and Dave hate each other and its very amusing (to me), two creeps try to kidnap you but Kick-Ass saves the day! mention of a small cut and blood, i think that's it?

summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until Kick-Ass has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.

WC: 3k

gif not mine !!

A/N: hei... I'm back and better and bigger than ever! I have a couple more parts to this fic coming so I hope you like it!

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“Man, why do you guys hate each other’s guts so much? Weren’t you two like best friends three years ago?” Said Todd, cutting the tension. You had forced yourself to sit at the same table as Dave, only to avoid looking like a pitiful loser and sitting alone.

“I don’t know, Todd” Your tone laced with sarcasm, “Maybe you should ask David.” You tried to quickly finish your lunch.

Dave only sighed in annoyance. He didn’t like this broken friendship with you. You had known him since you moved to the city when you were four and quickly became attached at the hip. In freshman year he developed a crush on Katie Deauxma and stopped talking to you thinking Katie might think you two were a thing. You told him to stop ignoring you and he talked to you like some girl who was just obsessed and jealous. After you slapped him in the face for acting like a dick, your friendship ended. Although it was his fault, the way you so quickly cut him off after (rightfully) acting like a bitch to him, had his blood boiling.

You weren’t jealous of Katie because he liked her. You just couldn't stand to see him waste his time on a girl when he should have been worrying about the next issue of his favorite comic.

Anyone at your school could say that you and Dave Lizewski were often at each other’s throats. It’s not like you actually fought all the time, most of the time you could withstand a normal conversation with him, or even just being in the same room. You always somehow found things to argue about in every class you had together. Dave was even more pushed around now thanks to the acquaintances you had that happened to be on the football team.

“Alright, I’m finished. See you in class, Todd. Bye Marty.” You smiled softly at them, sending them a small wave and completely ignoring Dave’s presence. You had an argument before coming to lunch, that’s why you didn’t talk to him.

“See ya,” Said Marty with his mouth full, waving enthusiastically.

Dave hit his arm.

“What? Just ‘cause you’re mad at her doesn’t mean we have to be.” Marty said.

“Yeah…” Agreed Todd, watching you as you walked away. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“Shut up, Todd. You fucking hornball. She’s insufferable.” Dave rolled his eyes, picking up his things to go to his next class.

He pondered daily about what he did to lose your friendship, you meant everything to him. Although from the outside it looked like he wanted to strangle you, he secretly wanted to be your best friend again.

“Hey Cleo,” you greeted a friend at your locker. You had three classes with her. “Hey! Did you see that new video of Kick-Ass?”

“…No, I haven’t.” You laughed nervously.

“Yeah, he fights off some assholes trying to rob a guy. He totally kicked their asses.” She chuckled.

“Why’s everyone so into him?” You queried.

“‘Cause its a brave teenage guy fighting for what’s right, duh! He’s also super cute.”

“But you haven’t even seen his face,” you continued.

“Have you actually looked at him? If you don’t see anything in him, there’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“Whatever.” You giggled at her excitement, beginning your walk to class.

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Unfortunately for you, being late to your last class got you detention after school. As a result, you missed the bus back home and none of your friends with cars had stuck around to take you back. There was no way in hell you’d get into a cab alone, so you had to walk home.

It wasn’t a terribly long walk, but it was a drag. An hour of walking made headphones very useful in such times, and you were glad you brought them today.

Walking home included having to pass through a small part of the city in order to get to your neighborhood. It wasn’t the best of places, but the convenience store at a corner on the way there helped improve your mood.

“Thanks Pat!” You told the old lady at the register. She was the sweetest, and you often passed through here so she grew a liking to you, occasionally letting you take a free candy bar for your journey.

“Of course baby. Get on home safe, alright? Come back soon!” She smiled. This brought a grin to your face.

Continuing the walk home, you felt some sort of presence behind you.

Fuck.

You were about to turn a corner when a man grabbed you by your wrist.

“Why’s such a pretty girl like you walking all by herself?” He smirked.

“Let me go, you fucking creep!” You tugged your hand away, the other man walking closer causing you to take a step back. In the corner of your eye you spotted someone, Kick-Ass was making his way to turn the corner.

“Help!” You yelled, making the masked hero jolt up to look at you. His eyes widened upon meeting yours and he hesitated before he quickly made his way to you.

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch. What’s in your bag?”

The other man was about to take your bag before Kick-Ass turned the corner.

“Hey! The hell are you assholes doing?”

They both stared at him, one nodding at the other as he ran to fend the hero off.

You could only stand there and watch as the other man tried pulling you away. Kick-Ass was able to knock the robber out with his baton after the short brawl. Thankfully the man in the mask caught up, but the man holding you held a knife to your throat.

“Back the fuck off or I’ll kill her.”

Your entire life flashed before your eyes. You thought of all the mistakes you've ever made, how you fucked up big-time with Dave and now that you were about to die, you'd never be able to fix the friendship you had with him. You thought about what you would say to him if you got the chance to make peace with him. How you'd apologize for being such a bitch, how you'd give him that collection of The Punisher he gave you back in freshman year that you never got the chance to return due to the fight you had, how you were currently not on the best terms with your parents, how you never got to apologize to that one girl you didn't stick up for when she was being bullied by some girls you knew.

How you were going to die without getting to share any kind of intimacies with a boyfriend. You'd had two boyfriends before, no more, no less. Both those relationships ended because you were either a rebound or "practice." To put it simply, they couldn't keep it in their pants and you would die a virgin for being so afraid.

Kick-Ass stared between you and the culprit.

“There’s a camera right there.” He pointed his thumb behind him, and sure enough there was a camera pointing straight at you and the criminal.

The man threw you to the ground, attempting an attack on Kick-Ass. Not even five seconds into the fight, the knife was quickly knocked onto the street. The mugger did get quite a few hits in, even knocked Kick-Ass down a couple of times. But as soon as the masked man was on top of him, he kept jabbing and hooking, not once letting the man recuperate.

It was a painful sight to see, like he was taking all his anger out on the bad guy. You could only stand there and watch in awe.

“Don’t ever touch anyone again, asshole.” He said, holding the man’s collar.

“Okay man, just let me go!” He begged for mercy. Kick-Ass knocked him out with one last fist to the face.

He got up and looked at you. Realizing who you were, he pushed aside all his personal problems with you and lent you his hand to help you up, “Uh…A—are you okay miss?”

“Yes, I’m—I’m fine,” you stuttered, still in utter shock that you almost got kidnapped. But so incredibly grateful that he was there to save you.

“Did they hurt you anywhere?” He questioned, dismissing the fact he had a little scratch on his eyebrow that was bleeding too much for your comfort.

“No, I’m okay. Even if I wasn’t, my mom’s a nurse so I’d be fine. Are you?” You looked at his eyebrow, pointing to it.

“It’s fine, doesn’t even hurt...” He waved his hand.

You looked behind him only to see that the man he first fought was gone already.

“We should get out of here, the cops’ll probably be coming soon,” you looked into one of the stores on the sidewalk, seeing that a couple of people had their phones out and had recorded the whole thing. And that meant someone probably called the cops too.

“Yeah,” He looked back at them and waved with a smile. “Let me walk you home,” He offered.

You didn’t even know who he was under that mask, but something told you that you could trust him. “Sure, thank you.”

———————

“Why’d you even decide to be a hero anyway?” You laughed.

“I dunno. I see so many comic book nerds but it’s just weird that no one has actually tried to be a hero yet. And I guess I just wanted to see what it was like.” He chuckled.

“So you like getting your ass kicked every so often, Kick-Ass?” You giggled.

“Ha, good one,” he scoffed at your pun.

“But seriously, why haven’t you quit, even after getting hurt all the time?” You asked.

“I—I got into an accident, I can barely feel pain ‘cause of it. Plus, I can’t just look the other way anymore.” He looked at you. “Sure as hell couldn’t turn away from the damsel in distress.” He joked. The suit and mask gave him such incredible confidence and ego.

You smacked his shoulder, scoffing. The walk home with Kick-Ass had you finding out that the two of you had quite a lot in common. The both of you really liked comics, he was a kid your age, and he was also one of Pat’s favorite customers. Kick-Ass seemed like he was an amazing guy. Too bad he wore a mask.

“Welp, this is me,” you arrived at your home. “thanks for walking me home. I really enjoyed talking to you.” You smiled widely,

“Don’t mention it, I also enjoyed talking to you. I—If you ever need anything… Just message me on MySpace… Or something.” He smiled softly.

Now you understood what Cleo and every other girl saw in him.

“Sure thing, Kick-Ass. Same to you. You know where I live now,” you chuckled bashfully.

You looked at him for a second too long.

“I feel like I know you—you’re so familiar.” You spoke.

His heart began to race, “Well, I guess we’ll never know.” He chuckled nervously, looking elsewhere.

His eyes were so damn beautiful. They were so blue, they looked like sapphires or something.

How corny, you thought.

“See ya ‘round,” he saluted, turning to walk away.

“See you…” You spoke, but he was already out of earshot.

His strut was so fucking hot. Who knew you’d be attracted to the way a man walked?

———————

“You lucky bitch! Did you have a super hot make out session after that!?” Cleo spoke as you two grabbed your trays for lunch.

“Shut up!” You laughed. “No, I just think he’s cute is all. But thank fuck he was there. I probably wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him.”

“Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter.” She sighed contently at the story of your interaction with him.

“Hey, let’s go sit over there,” She pointed at a table with three boys, Todd, Dave, and Marty. “I told Todd I’d sit with him today.”

“Sure thing…” You agreed hesitantly. She bit her lip before continuing. “Is it just me or is Todd kinda cute?” She whispered, giggling as you approached the table.

You only rolled your eyes. “Hey guys,” You greeted, sitting next to Marty, Cleo sitting next to Todd across from you. Dave still in his usual spot at the end of the table.

“Hi Dave.” You smiled almost artificially, showing you weren’t so mad at him anymore.

The three boys looked at each other in surprise.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Said Todd.

“Hey.” Dave finally replied.

“What’s up with you?” Questioned Marty, “Can’t remember the last time you actually said ‘hi’ to Dave.” He said sarcastically.

“Guess I’m in a good mood.” You glanced at Dave, suddenly letting go of the resentment you had towards him, because of the fact your life was almost taken from you. You took the chance you had now, to begin to sort everything out before it would be too late. You still disliked him though. Not because of what he did, but because he's just a dick.

Does she know? He thought to himself anxiously. You were the last person he wanted to know about this. He just wouldn't be able to stand the embarrassment.

“Did you guys see the fight Kick-Ass had last night?” Asked Cleo.

“What? No,” Marty and Todd got excited.

“Yeah, why don’t you tell them what happened?” Cleo smiled, giving you the spotlight.

You looked at the boys awkwardly,

“I was about to get kidnapped… And, uh yeah. Kick-Ass kicked these two guys' asses...”

Todd and Marty were upset at the lack of detail, but Dave giggled quietly at the joke, smiling as he poked his food.

“I’m gonna have to watch it later.” Marty said, Todd then agreeing.

“Do you guys seriously have a crush on him or something?” Questioned Dave.

Cleo laughed. “Dave, every girl I know has a crush on him.”

He swallowed, he wasn't aware of this. Dave never caught the attention of girls. That he knew of.

“I mean, you have a crush on him too, right?” Cleo asked you, trying to prove her point.

Dave’s eyes widened before looking your way.

“I—I mean I wouldn't call it a crush, but yeah, I guess he’s pretty cute... I like... His eyes. The color's really nice."

Dave couldn't help but smile at the flattery. Knowing that you were attracted to him, in a way, made him feel so odd. He never thought you'd see him that way. Well, not him, but whatever part of him you could see.

"You think he has nice eyes?" Dave chuckled. It made you a little mad because it sounded like he was making fun of you.

"Yes, he does. What about it?" Cleo butted in.

"Not just his eyes, though." She turned to you, "He's got super broad shoulders and a nice ass. Just saying I'd hit. He’s definitely big." She whispered the last part under her breath.

"Ooookay! I think you got your point across, Cleo. Thanks for sharing." You gave her a look that said, 'Why the fuck would you say that out loud?'

“What? I'm just being honest." She continued eating her lunch like it wasn’t a big deal.

You could only stare in utter shock, blinking over and over, trying to figure out if this was a dream or if Cleo really just said that.

You spotted Dave in the corner of your eye with something not quite like disgust, but his jaw hung ajar. Then you noticed Todd and Marty staring at her the same way.

"I know you can at least agree that he has a nice ass," Cleo smirked at you.

You just laughed and resumed eating your food.

"I didn't know you girls for real liked guys' asses. I thought that was just a guy thing." Spoke Todd, teasing.

"Shut up, Todd." You said, making a short second of eye contact with Dave, it looked like he was thinking the same thing as you, and you both giggled in unison.

The others looked between you both weirdly, making the two of you clear you throats and quickly finish eating.

The hell am I being so giggly with him for?

———————

You had your last three classes with Dave, but you never acknowledged him. Today some of your teachers decided to rearrange your seating. You thankfully didn't get any seats next to him, and you hoped you wouldn't either at your last class.

"Fuck," you checked your wristwatch as you switched out your books from your locker, only to see that you were going to be late for the last class. You hoped and hoped that you didn't get another detention.

You made your way to the classroom as fast as you could, stopping right outside the door to avoid bursting it open and embarrassing yourself. The excitement you felt when you noticed a single empty seat in the back corner of the class was incomprehensible.

Until you noticed Dave in the spot next to it. He looked up as he heard the door open, immediately locking eyes with you. You sighed in disappointment, knowing that there was no way the teacher would let you switch.

"Looks like you're stuck with me for the rest of the year." Dave whispered as he looked up at the teacher, taking out his textbook.

"Fuck you, Lizewski." You sneered, only making Dave roll his eyes, keeping his attention on the teacher.

“For the next three weeks, you will all be working on a presentation. If you don’t have it turned in by the 18th, you will get 10 points taken off your grade.” The teacher explained what he wanted you to study. The class groaned in annoyance, some people being excited, and others not.

“Everyone in columns A, C, and E, your partner will be the person to your right.” Again, most of the people in the class were content with who they were assigned, but unfortunately for you, you were the person to Dave’s right.

You stiffly turned to Dave, “We can study at my house… If you want.” You spoke.

“Let’s just do the first parts tonight and we can work on it at your house after school tomorrow.” He spoke with a bit of irritation. Probably because of your attitude earlier.

“Okay, sounds good..” You awkwardly pursed your lips and turned back to your book.

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sanaexus · 7 months ago

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please please please- "i don't know i'm panicking but i'm too hot to worry"

as you give yourself a small pep talk looking in the mirror. "you can do it (name) gaslight gatekeep girlboss he's just a man." walking out the door, trying to feel confident. you realise he isn't there. you could do a happy dance but to save some face you didn't.

running over to the arcade to meet with hiori, looking around searching for him, two palms cover your eyes "guess who"

without skipping a heartbeat you say "the new murder case that'll be all over the news." pulling away from him, you glare at the taller man, "you fucking ass i go to piss and you ditch me, talk about friendship."

"hey! no fair i needed to shit, a man gotta do what he gotta do."

"anyways we should play something oh my god! how about that game?" you say pointing at the game that has a claw machine to pick up chocolates.

"ew, you dork i'm gonna go play something else we'll meet here after we get the tickets i mean i get the tickets and you hopefully the chocolates that's alright?"

"yeahhh sounds good, wait what do you mean 'hopefully', do you not have faith in me?"

"i don't nor do i want to trust bye" he curtly before turning around and in your opinion walking away in a goofy ahh way.

"asshat" you quietly muttered before skipping to the game.

"motherfucker. i'm gonna fucking cry, this game is a fucking shit show" you curse before kicking the machine lightly and going to some other game that gave tickets which you figured you'd later just trade it for chocolate. surprisingly you were pretty good at the game and won a fair amount of tickets. as you wandered back where you supposed to you realise hiori isn't there, looking around to see where he was, you realise he wasn't there instead he was surrounded by a bunch of people at some game. you sigh realising it'd be better to just let him be.

happily walking to the ticket trading counter, you see there's a bit of a line but it's not like you had anything better to do. waiting in line you open your phone to take a quick snap but when you look at the screen you realise just who is standing behind you.

"motherfucker this better be a fucking joke"

funfact¡!

name likes potatoes so much, for her 12th birthday she had asked people to get her a potato, sadly she didn't get any

name loves hamster, sadly for her all of her hamsters died in a questionable way, the one that survived for more than 3 weeks was sold by her then bestfriend, they no longer talk.

please please please ¡! - an isagi yoichi social media fic

synopsis modeling was fun, especially when you go to make friends and what happens when that exact friend goes to the same high school? the friendship of course continues into college. where you get your heart broken and the internet gets to know but then you meet a certain someone that makes you fall for them. so what happens then? chaos.

taglist is open¡! : @fairlyfuji , @semisutopia, @someprettyname , @csbnova , @ashlovelys , @chateaaa , @yeurisstuff , @starchivves , @m3gitsune ,@muffin-0 , @gojosexpiredcum , @bbmsxlene , @profesionalglazer

divider by @/xxbimbobunnyxx. all credits to her!

can you guys guess who the ex is 😝👀

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 4 months ago

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‘Kay people liked my last one so here, have another ig lol. Will put full fic under the cut again like last time

Word Count: 3k

Summary:

Izzie: *ball of energy* Cooper: 🧍‍♂️… *internal sobbing*

— or — Ficlet thingy based on an au I have where when Izzie and Mateo’s parents split up the siblings get split up too

Additional Tags:

Songfic, kind of as half of it is basically the lead up to the song. Song: We’ll be Fine from Epic the Musical. Swearing, Bullying, Izzie gets picked on. Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe. Aged-Up Character(s), Cooper and Izzie have a larger age gap, Izzie is 13, Cooper is 17, not important but I felt like I should just add that. Cooper has a built in Garcia sibling is in danger sense. Canon-Typical Violence, Izzie gets in a fight. lots of references. Izzie has ADHD (implied). OOC (?). self indulgent. No beta we die like Cooper and Mateo’s friendship. Dallas being an asshole, Beth being an asshole (and slightly crazy). Weeb is used as an insult but no hate to weebs I’m also kind of one

It was after a particularly calm day of school that Izzie found herself eating a burrito from Mrs Castillo’s food truck while she leaned against a tree in sight of the park playground.

“Oh Mr Burrito! Mr bean and pickle burrito, why are you so delicious?” Izzie sang to her burrito only to take a massive bite out of it. She hummed as she chewed and it wasn’t long before she had scarfed down the whole burrito.

The tinfoil that had been wrapped around the burrito crinkled as Izzie wadded it up and then picked up her backpack from its spot by her feet to go throw her trash in one of the park garbage bins.

Izzie slung her bag over her shoulder as she scurried over to a garbage bin and threw the tinfoil inside.

“Bye Mr burrito,” Izzie told the tinfoil as it disappeared into the bin.

Someone snorted from behind her, “Aww, Garcia are you talking to trash again?”

Izzie’s shoulders rose up to sit beside her ears as she cringed at the voice.

Oh pickles.

Slowly Izzie turned around and greeted the people behind her with a bright smile.

“Heeeey Beth, Dallas, what’s up?” Izzie greeted, her smile had to look so forced.

Izzie knew Beth from the number of times Izzie had been the butt of Beth’s constant ridicule so the other girl’s red highlights in brown hair and leather jacket look was familiar. The company with Beth, Dallas, however was newerish yet still not someone Izzie had never seen before but the blond in a red jacket that stood quietly a little ways behind both of the brunettes was definitely a new face.

Beth sighed like she found the idea of small talk tiring, “Look weeb, you got me busted for cheating yesterday and frankly I’m not over it, so either you apologize or me and Dallas here are going to rough you up a little bit, ‘kay?” She explained while leaning forward and flicking Izzie on the forehead.

Ah, Izzie knew things were going a bit too well for her today, this must have been where her good day came to a screeching halt.

“Hey come on Beth, if I hadn’t called you out then someone else was just gonna,” Izzie tried to negotiate.

Beth scoffed, “Really? Who?”

Izzie chewed the inside of her cheek, ok so she was caught there, no one else in their grade really had the guts to call Beth out for cheating and anyone that did was probably besties with Beth anyways.

“Alright, alright,” Izzie held up her hands in surrender, “You got me, but can we just … save the ass beating for another day? I have homework to do,”

Beth and Dallas were silent for a moment like they were actually thinking it over only for both of them to burst out laughing.

“Are you TRYING to get out of this? ” Beth hissed out between laughs, “This isn’t a punch card situation Garcia.”

Well you couldn’t blame Izzie for trying.

“Uhh,” Izzie reached into her pocket trying to find something to fidget with to calm her rising nerves but her fingers only grasped at coins, “Would you back off if I paid you too?”

Dallas perked up at this, “How much you got?”

“Dallas!” Beth barked, slapping his chest.

“What!? I’m just curious,”

Izzie pulled a quarter and a dime out of her pocket, “Um, 35 cents,”

Dallas deflated, “That’s like nothing bro,”

With a defeated sigh Izzie put the coins back in her pocket, “Yeah I know,”

Beth laughed as she ran her thumb across the tips of her nails, “Spent to much money on weeb shit now did we,”

Izzie opened her mouth to protest but shut it just as fast. Yeah there wasn’t really anything to defend herself on there.

“Now, enough stalling!” Beth growled, snapping her attention off her nails and instead grabbing Izzie’s wrists and digging her claws into them.

Izzie bit down a sob, was Beth actually trying to draw blood? She definitely seemed crazy enough to.

“You are such a little prick, ” Beth bit out, her words laced with venom, “and a bitchy little tattletale that needs to learn what happens when she gets in my way,”

Izzie tried to hide the whimper that rose in her throat and blearily glanced at the blond haired teen that still stood behind Dallas. He hadn’t moved or even talked the entire time and for a second Izzie wondered if he was actually really there or if he was just some sort of figment of her imagination. People were always telling her she had an overactive imagination.

The blond haired teen met Izzie’s eyes and his expression turned sour.

“Really Dallas?” The teen asked, crossing his arms, and Dallas turned in surprise, “This is how far you’ve sunk? This is an insane new low even for you,”

Dallas stared, “Cooper? Wha- how long have you been standing there?”

The Cooper guy shrugged, “Long enough,”

At that point Beth had also turned slightly to take in their new company and her grip on Izzie’s wrists had lessened to a degree but that seemed to be exactly what Cooper had been waiting for. He strode forward, yanked Beth’s hands away from Izzie before grabbing Izzie by the backpack and dragging her off to the side.

“What!? HEY!” Beth protested.

Cooper rolled his eyes and held up a hand, “Chill you demonic saltine cracker, we’ll be right back.”

Beth blinked in confusion at the insult Cooper had just thrown at her but by the time her braincells seemed to make another coherent thought Cooper had already pulled Izzie out of earshot.

Cooper let go of Izzie’s backpack and flipped himself around so the two could speak face to face.

“Ok here’s the deal, if you want Beth, and by extension Dallas, to leave you alone you’re going to have to fight them, put them in their place. But I understand if you don’t want to fight them, so if you want I can get you outta here but it has to be now alright?” Cooper explained, making small gestures with his hands every once and awhile as if emphasizing his words, “You can’t flake out mid fight.”

Izzie blinked but a smile quickly split her face as she clenched her fist, “I want to fight them,”

Cooper took a step back and a look like he was contemplating every decision he had made up until that moment crossed his face, “Wow, you are so much more violent than I remember you being,”

Izzie squinted at Cooper, “Why’d you say remember? Do we know each other from somewhere?”

Cooper winced, “I-I’ll explain later, first this is how you’re going to win this fight. One you’re going to go over to Beth, look her in the eyes and smile like you’ve been waiting your entire life for this moment and then you’re going to punch her as hard as you can in her throat and then when Dallas comes at you with his big jock routine you’re going to kick him in the nards. And then smack him… with your backpack, got it?”

Cooper offered Izzie a pleasant smile but Izzie couldn’t help but note the spark of an insane look in his eyes.

“Hey!” Dallas yelled, causing both Izzie and Cooper to look at him, “We getting this fight on or what!?”

Cooper gave Dallas an annoyed look and turned back to Izzie, “Last chance to back out,”

Izzie shook her head, “Nah, I’m doing this.”

“Ok,” Cooper mumbled with a nod, “Just remember what I told you!”

Izzie nodded excitedly, ignoring how half of what Cooper had told her had already left her brain and walked back over to Beth and Dallas, Cooper trailing behind her.

With a proud smile plastered on her face Izzie came to a stop in front of Beth.

Crap, what had Cooper said to do next?

Izzie thought for a second before shrugging it off and pointing a finger at Beth, “I’m going to win.”

Honestly Izzie should’ve punched Beth the second she had come back over as Beth took that split second after Izzie finished talking to swing a fist forward, catching Izzie right in the face with it.

Cooper made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan as Izzie stumbled backwards from the force of the punch, “That is not what we talked about,”

Izzie’s hands shot up to her face to hold her nose in pain as Beth gave her a cocky sneer.

“So much for your chatty little friend over there,” Beth cooed in mockery.

“That hurt,” Izzie pouted, lowering her hands from her face and taking in the blood that was now on them.

Beth laughed, “Of course it hurt you dumb weeb!”

Izzie rightened herself back up, noting the weight of her backpack and suddenly remembered at least one of the things Cooper had told her.

While Beth was busy laughing to Dallas about Izzie’s seeming stupidity Izzie slung her bag down into her hands and gripped it by the straps. She then swung it at Beth and let go.

The backpack hit Beth with all its force and knocked her to the ground, cutting off both Beth and Dallas’s laughter.

Dallas snapped his attention to Izzie in an instant and Izzie’s eyes widened slightly as Dallas took a step forward and swung a fist.

“Duck!” Cooper yelled and Izzie listened, dropping down and successfully avoiding the fist.

Izzie then got a bright idea and made a fist which she aimed at Dallas’s gut.

Dallas grunted and doubled over slightly as Izzie’s fist hit him but it didn’t seem powerful enough to stop him for long. Just as fast as he took damage from the punch he recovered and reached a hand out to grab Izzie.

With a screech Izzie darted to the side towards Cooper, narrowly avoiding getting grabbed.

“I tap out!” Izzie screamed as she dove to the grass behind Cooper and into a roll.

Cooper glanced back at her, “Hu?”

Izzie came to a stop, ending her roll on her side, and propped her head up on her hand, “I mean I know you wouldn’t hit Beth cause she’s a girl but you can punch Dallas right!?”

Cooper sighed out an, “Ok,” as Dallas marched over like a fuming bull. Once Dallas was with arms length Cooper kicked Dallas in the shin which only caused Dallas to hiss slightly.

Izzie’s mouth dropped open in slight confusion, was that it?

Dallas seemed equally as confused until Cooper jabbed him with his fingers just below Dallas’s sternum. Dallas choked but Cooper wasn’t done. The blond then swung his leg around catching Dallas in the back of the knee which caused Dallas to fall down to his knees where Cooper kneed him in the chin.

Dallas groaned as Cooper then picked him up by the shirt collar and lifted Dallas up to the point where Dallas was dangling about an inch off the ground.

“Dallas,” Cooper grit out through his teeth, “My old buddy, my old pal, care to tell me why you’ve taken to bullying people younger than you?”

A bead of sweat trickled down Dallas’s forehead, “Hey, hey look Coop I-I had to ok! Beth … she’s my little cousin! I couldn’t just leave her hanging!”

Cooper seemed unimpressed, “Uh hu, yeah that still doesn’t justify shitty behavior,”

Dallas shook, “Ok! Alright! She … she said I had to or she’d tell everyone I like to knit, are you happy now!?”

With a small smile Cooper put Dallas back down, “Consider this a warning Dallas, don’t let yourself get pushed around.”

Trembling like a leaf Dallas nodded and stumbled back over to Beth who had just gotten back up.

“Come on cuz, let’s go,” Dallas told Beth, pulling on her sleeve. Beth scowled at her cousin as she massaged her sternum.

“Coward,” Beth hissed but she still let herself be dragged away while fixing Izzie with a down right dirty and pissed off look, her face red like a tomato from probably both embarrassment and anger.

Izzie giggled in a gremlin-like way as she slowly sat herself up.

“Holy anime! I survived!” Izzie cheered, throwing her arms up with a “whop!”.

Cooper walked over to her, his eyebrows pinching together in concern, and offered her a hand to help her stand.

“Are you alright?”

“I’ve dealt with worse,” Izzie admitted, accepting Cooper’s hand and letting him haul her to her feet. Izzie swiped at the blood on her upper lip.

The concerned furrow deeped.

“Oh but that was so cool!” Izzie beamed as she wobbled a little, “The way I went ‘HIJA!’ And ‘WACHOW!’

With every sound effect Izzie made she included a different fighting action that left Cooper worrying about her losing her balance and falling over, but she proved him wrong and managed to stay on her feet all the way back to her backpack which had been left, discarded, on the ground.

“And you!” Izzie proclaimed as she scooped up her bag and slipped her arms back through the straps, “that was awesome! You were like a total ninja!”

Cooper chuckled sheepishly, “Nah, I was just-“

“Being awesome,” Izzie insisted, cutting him off.

“Yeah, ok, I was kind of cool. I’ll admit to that,” Cooper finally caved.

Izzie snickered and then she made a ‘nyoom’ noise as she set her arms back in a Naruto run before running in a circle around Cooper.

Cooper stifled a laugh.

Eventually Izzie slid to a stop in front of Cooper and touched a hand to the blood that had started drying on her face from her bloody nose.

“Woah, used up too much energy,” Izzie wobbled again and Cooper reached out a hand to steady her but she slapped it away.

“Ah, ah,” Izzie wagged a finger at him, “I’m fine, also I don’t even know you so it’s weird!”

Cooper coughed as he rubbed at his slapped hand, “That’s fair,”

“Mhm mhm, gotta give me them backstory deets first, like one! How do you know me!!”

Cooper wasn’t sure if he was more scared of Izzie’s seemingly endless energy supply or the look of absolutely cat-like curiosity strewn across her face.

God he’d really dug his own grave didn’t he?

With a defeated exhale Cooper glanced down at his shoes nervously before looking back up at Izzie, “Story time it is then, but snacks first.”

Izzie bounced a few times excitedly.

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Upon gathering two sodas, a bag of chips, a few chocolate bars, and some wet wipes for Izzie’s bloody nose from a little corner store bodega, Izzie and Cooper retreated to the top of a random five story building via an open fire escape.

They snacked away, sitting with their backs to the roof ledge, as Izzie pestered Cooper for lore while the blond haired teen did his best to deflect from sharing for a few moments longer.

“Bro you can’t just not share!” Izzie protested, “You saved my bacon and you’re not going to tell me why!?”

Cooper stuck a chip in his mouth and chewed slowly, successfully making Izzie even more irked.

“Come on! What’s so bad about this story?”

Cooper swallowed and muttered, “Because it’s not a particularly happy story for me,”

“Oh,” Izzie was quick to back off, sitting back and shoving a fist full of chips in her mouth to hide the embarrassment.

Cooper offered her a smile as if to tell her it was ok, and then steeled himself as he pulled his knees up to his chest to hug them.

“I had a friend before, and he was a lot like you. I helped him face his bullies, but he had his demons too. And then… we grew apart then his light went dark,” Cooper explained, his tone sounding dark. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he looked ahead as if he was watching something that wasn’t there. Or perhaps he could remember the memory of what he was saying to such a degree that his brain could recall the memory in perfect detail.

Cooper went on, “And so, I thought maybe, if I made a different call. Maybe if I hadn't missed it all, maybe, he'd be fine. Maybe we'd unwind. I thought maybe, if I help another soul if I helped you reach your goal life could be that bright,”

Izzie could tell that Cooper was probably grasping at straws on what to say, and that he was vocal stimming in a way by repeating the word ‘maybe’.

“I could sleep at night,” Cooper added, looking down at his hands sadly before dragging them down his face.

Izzie stared, hmm sad boy. Whatever type of falling out Cooper and his friend had seemed to have must have been pretty bad.

“Well Cooper,” Izzie started, planning on trying her best to make him feel a bit better, “I don't know who your friend is, I don't know what he's like, but my time with you has been awesome,”

“The best day of my life, ‘cause I got in a fight AND I DIDNT DIE!!” Izzie exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she made more sound effects to go with the punches she threw at the air in front of her.

Cooper’s face scrunched up in concern again as he mumbled to himself, “Oh my god, the bar was so low it’s a tripping hazard in hell,”

Izzie turned and grinned at him, “I've never felt strong before, you're my friend, I couldn't ask for more! And so, I think maybe, if life wasn't spent as planned. Maybe, it's time that you lend a hand,”

Izzie shrugged, “I don't think he'll mind, and if not his friend, then mine!”

Cooper's gaze turned soft as Izzie got up and offered her hand down to pull him, paralleling what Cooper had done for her earlier.

With all her middle schooler strength Izzie yanked Cooper to his feet, “ Maybe, to fall is to learn one way,”

“ Maybe, it's all gonna turn out great,” Izzie continued as she brushed past Cooper and hopped up on the roof ledge before turning to face him with outstretched arms, “I know I’ll be fine, I know it's light you'll find!”

Cooper stayed silent for a few moments as he scanned his eyes across the rooftops of Brooklyn behind Izzie. Finally the glazed look in his eyes went away and he smiled up at her, “You're a good kid,”

Izzie sat down heavily on the roof ledge and beamed at him, “Thanks!”

Cooper placed his hands on the roof ledge and leaned forward while biting his tongue, god her similarities to Mateo really felt like a stab in the gut.

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cecebookworm · 6 months ago

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I desperately need to give myself motivation to write so here Keepblr, this is the first chapter of probably the most intricate fan fic I’ll EVER write regardless of fandom. This fan fic really is a passion thing for me and you’ll figure that out quick.

Hope you guys enjoy it at least a little.

Four Of a Kind: Prologue

November 29, 2021. 5:37 PM. Universe 0.

Friendship is a funny thing when you're a teenager. One minute you can be sitting at a Chick-Fil-A table eating dinner like perfect little angels, the next you're about to beat your best friend's ass over a petty betrayal in a game. But hey, that’s just being a teenager. Isn’t it?

“Okay, okay,” Cecily muttered, still pacing in a small circle. She lifted her gaze once more to make eye contact with her group of friends all huddled around the Chick-fil-A table definitely not meant for eight people. She had to push her glasses back up as she turned away. With her phone pressed up to her left ear, she couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.

“What happens if he says no?” Elise whispers, snatching one more fry from Shannon’s tray.

“Then we sulk,” Brooklyn said, poking at the rest of her fries.

“Or we do it anyway,” Kemi interjected, taking a small sip from her water.

“Then we all get in trouble and don’t get s’mores,” Sulybel pointed out, looking up from her phone for a moment to smirk.

“Noooooo!” Cori hollered, her hands clutching the sides of her stylish, poofy mohawk.

“So what, we get picked up in like ten minutes and get driven there,” Shannon added, tapping away at her phone and swearing when she was dealt another plus four, “Damn it, Catherine!”

“BWAHAHA!” Catherine cackled.

“How long has this round gone on?” Brooklyn asked with a slight frown, peering down at her phone where no one had noticed she only had two cards left. Both being green.

Nearly everyone aside from Cori, and at that moment Cecily, were busy playing Crazy Eights on there phones with one another. Cori certainly would if she were able too, but with a different kind of phone than everyone else in the group there was no way for her too. Thankfully though she could still retain some sort of enjoyment by messing with whoever was fortunate, or unfortunate depending on how you looked at, enough to be seated next to her. In the round before, Cori had shamelessly sabotaged Sulybel by telling Kemi her last card was red. Giving Kemi enough time to deal Sulybel four extra cards and change the color to green.

“Alright, okay, bye—!” Cecily hung up as quickly as she could and walked back to the table, her shoulders tight as she admitted. “Okay, so my dad said we could walk to Barnes and Nobles, so long as we use the cross walk.”

“Yes yes yes!” Cori shouted with excitement, being hastily shushed by everyone else in the group.

Kemi rolled her eyes before turning to Cecily and saying, “Of course we were gonna use the crosswalk, we don’t have a death wish.”

Shannon snorted, “Death wish or not, the cross walk is like… right there.”

The group looked around before wordlessly agreeing to clean up their table. After having cleaned everything up the group walked out of the fast food place whispering about homophobia.

“It’s called destroying them from the inside out,” Cecily said with a slight smirk.

Their group didn’t really advertise themselves as being queer, but it wasn’t like it wasn’t at least a little obvious that there weren’t straight. At least for Cori, Cecily, and Elise. Cori and Cecily with there short hairstyles and slightly masculine clothing, and Elise with her artsy makeup and loud proclamations about how amazing any and all women alive were.

“Whatever you say,” Kemi snorted.

Stepping into the darkness of late autumn sent a shiver down each of their spines. It was colder now than ever, and unfortunately the only people in the group with a winter coat were Cori, Cecily, and Catherine. The rest merely pulled their sweatshirts tighter around them.

“See Cecily, we’re fine.” Kemi said, as they walked across the small parking lot.

There was a tiny, but absolutely terrifying, road that separated the smaller restaurants and stores from the main large shopping centers. The road tended to be sped down and in the darkness Cecily couldn’t help but worry that somebody wouldn’t see them.

Which was a silly thought because the street lights were bright. Besides, they were all responsible, respectable, perfectly reasonable—

“SULY WHAT THE HECK?!”

Sulybel felt the need in the moment to do a cartwheel near the edge of the parking lot. To make it even more nerve wracking it was right at the entrance between the smaller parking lot and the small road.

The group was hysterically laughing by that point. Their knees weak and their lips aching.

“Uh oh,” Elise said, glancing down at her phone and pressing her lips together.

Catherine peered down at the phone and cackled loudly, “Oh lord,”

“What?” Shannon asked, she looked down at the phone and burst out laughing. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—“

Brooklyn looked around and said, “I’ll take a guess and say the cross walk is on the other side of the parking lot?”

“Yep!” Catherine practically screeched, nobody even bothered to hush her because the of course.

Cecily grimaced and looked at Shannon, “I thought you said it was right here?”

Shannon shrugged and said, “I thought it was. I mean, I haven’t used it but I still thought I saw it here driving by.”

The group stood on the grass in front of the road for a moment, no one having the courage to cross it until Sulybel ran across. The group burst into a fit of laughuter yet again, half out of hysterical worry and half out of genuine amusement.

A car honked.

The rest of the group hesitated.

The car honked again.

And the group finally decided maybe they should run too.

“Ya’ll do realize they were trying to tell us to cross, right?” Sulybel asked with a smirk.

The group was still buzzing as they strutted across the larger parking lot. Barnes and Noble was the farthest store to the right, and they were much closer to Target which was right in the center. They decided to calm down and make it to the sidewalk rather than go through the dim but mostly empty parking lot.

“What if, theoretically speaking, one of those cars was my parents?” Cecily asked. No one could tell if she was being sarcastic or serious, as sarcasm was second nature for everyone in the group.

The group was still heaving and giggling when they finally reached Barnes and Noble. Before they could even walk in they slumped against the walls to catch their breath.

“Okay, ground rules before we go in,” Kemi paused for a moment waiting for everyone to at least glance in her direction. She grinned and said, “We’re about to enter an environment that is more or less a paying library. Meaning, we all have to breathe for the next ten minutes so we’re not screaming.”

“O-oh, yeah,” Shannon was still giggling as she said it.

Another moment with nothing but the soft sounds of their own breath. The group managed to be wordless as they pushed the heavy doors open, Cori giggled again causing everyone else to hush her.

“Okay wait,” Cecily said before the group could go off on their own ways, “Everybody keep your phones out so I can text immediately that my parents are here.”

Everybody nodded and then split up.

Brooklyn, Elise, and Cori went to the manga section in the left corner. Kemi, Sulybel, and Shannon went to the YA section right in front of the manga section. Meanwhile, Cecily just wandered.

Nobody was looking for anything in particular, they were just looking to kill some time.

Cecily hadn’t intended to find herself back in the kids section, especially given that she had started high school a few months prior. But she couldn’t help but feel curious.

She glanced around at all the series that she had spent her middle school life fantasizing over. Most readers called home a place like Hogwarts or Camp Half-Blood, but her?

Her gaze settled on the brightly colored covers of a familiar series. Keeper Of The Lost Cities. Cecily stared at the glossy covers and without thinking reached for the first one. She flipped through pages without much thought, just listening to the sound of the pages and glimpsing some of the familiar character names.

She hadn’t noticed Cori coming up behind her.

“Looking back?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows

If Cori had been trying to scare her it didn’t work.

Cecily merely shrugged and put it back, “Just feeling a bit nostalgic, I guess.”

Kemi walked over as well and scrutinized the covers, pouting. “Still annoyed there’s no new book this year.”

“Missing Keefe?” Cecily taunted with a smirk.

“Missing Tam?” Kemi retored immediately.

Cecily shrugged, unable to bite back a smile, but it quickly faded as she frowned. She didn’t know why but suddenly her throat burned and her eyes were welling up. She shook her head and glanced up at the door to see both her parents coming, hastily texting on there group chat to gtfo to the middle of the imposing store.

“I’m assuming judging by the fact that they don’t look mad that they were not one of the cars,” Cori whispered to her.

Cecily giggled before saying, “Thank God.”

But she couldn’t help but steal one last glance back to the covers from her childhood. Unable to ignore the small tug she felt in the back of her heart.

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Their group split up evenly into Cecily’s parents cars as soon as they left Barnes and Nobles. With Cecily, Catherine, Shannon, and Sulybel being placed in her dad’s car. And Kemi, Cori, Brooklyn, and Elise being put in her mom's car.

Meanwhile, all Cecily could really do was stare outside at the inky black, sky - well - relatively black sky. The shopping center and it’s surrounding businesses made sure that the nights were never truly dark here anymore. Cecily would always have the words her parents told her pinned in her brain about this place.

“When I was your age there wasn’t even a single store here. It was all farm land.”

And while many of Cecily’s friends would argue that like… over thirty years had passed and that was ages ago, she still recognized that in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t that long ago. It was strange to imagine that a place she had been coming to as long as she could remember hadn’t even existed a decade or two before she was born.

“So what movie are we watching when we get back?” Catherine asked curiously, her face lit up by her phone.

“Something from the MCU? I dunno.” Shannon said, gritting her teeth and resiting the urge smack Catherine beside her.

Suly looked up from her phone to nudge Catherine, “I think Spiderverse was just added back to Netflix.”

Catherine shrugged, “Will we still have time to make smores then?”

“Making smores doesn’t take that long,” Shannon argued.

Cecily smirked from up at the front seat, “Maybe smores don’t take long, but how long are we going to sit there and listen to Kemi’s gossip?”

The roads were clear, and while part of the road went through the hills they inevitably had to pause for a family of deer to cross, but for the most part, the drive went in a peaceful haze. When they did finally reach home, Cecily could make out the blazing glow of the fire pit in her backyard and the other half of their group already sitting around it.

“Damn,” Catherine muttered, “I was really hoping we would make it back before them.”

Cori grinned and whooped, holding up the metal rod the marshmallow on the top. Brooklyn was shivering and leaning closer to the fire. Elise was rambling about something on her phone (most likely related to her current obsession with all things Robin Buckle and Nancy Wheeler). Meanwhile, Kemi was eating a plain chocolate bar because unlike the others she’d never been a fan of marshmallows.

The rest of the group had to get lawn chairs to sit on because the wood benches set around it were full and usually only ever managed to fit two people.

Once everyone was settled with there marshmallows over the flames, Sulybel said, “Okay, so, we were thinking we watch Into The Spiderverse.” She glanced around the fire and said, “Raise your hand if that’s what you think we should put on later?”

Everyone raised there hand, and with no opposition the choice was made.

So their group finished up and headed up the stairs to the deck, opening the doors to the dining room. Cecily’s dog barked from the lower level and Catherine and Sulybel quickly jogged down the stairs to the first level to pat it.

From there the group went up two flights of stairs, one to the room that contained all of the bedrooms, and a smaller flight of stairs to take them to the decently sized attic. The attic had old yellow carpet, two small blue couches pressed together to make one medium couch, and new but simple coffee table with books beneath it. On the right side of the room when they walked in was an overstuffed bookcase, and a light stuffed with more books in the compartments. To the left were two gaming chairs, with stacks of books hidden behind it.

“Please tell me not all of those are yours,” Kemi commented with a slight grin.

Cecily stiffened and sighed, “Look, I can’t read Ebooks. They give me a headache.”

Kemi hummed and slumped onto the left couch, along with everyone else. Sulybel and Elise grabbed the two gaming chairs and sat on them. There was a mellow thump as Elise’s gaming chair hit a small but thick paperback book resting atop one of the couches, slipping it behind the couch.

Kemi reached for it as Cecily stood up swiftly and opened her mouth to speak. Kemi stared at the bright red cover for a moment before smirking, “Rereading KOLTC, or something?”

Cecily shrugged and took the book back, sliding it back into the lowest shelf of the bookcase. There were nine other books there, three of them being well-worn hardcovers, the rest being bent but slightly new paperbacks.

“A KOLTC shrine,” Cori whispered melodramatically.

Cecily slapped her shoulder, scowling.

“Seriously though,” Brooklyn interjected. “I feel like I haven’t even touched them in forever.”

“Me either,” Cecily admitted.

“I just reread all the SoKeefe moments,” Kemi said.

Cori grinned and added, “I remember… well, nothing. EXCEPT for this really funny meme involving fire and cookies and--”

Sulybel looked over at all of the books and interrupted with a, “Oh hey, my little sister read those.”

That only made Cecily’s heart jump. She could feel every bit of embarrassment crawling acorss her skin and screaming at her to never touch the books again and leave the past in past in the past. You’ll be fifteen in like five months, her brain scolded. Never touch those again, never think about them again, don’t even think about all of the fan fics circulating around your stupid brain right now.

But she couldn’t.

As cheesy as it was, those books had gotten her through a lot. And sometimes rereading them felt like stepping back home.

Elise stood up and giggled, “Oh oh oh! Didn’t I make you a picture of it for your twelfth birthday?”

Cecily grinned and said, “Yeah,, that was when I was a hardcore SoFitz shipper.”

Shannon laughed, “Didn’t you switch to shipping SoKeefe just a few months later?”

Cecily face flushed, “To be fair, not my fault the eighth book totally changed my perspective.”

Kemi shook her head, “I’ve been a SoKeefe shipper since day one.”

Cecily rolled her eyes, “And I got you into the series in the first place.”

Didn’t you try to write a fanfic for this back in seventh grade?” Catherine asked with a giggle and a smirk.

“OH YEAH!” Cori exclaimed, “It was like… we were sucked into. But like… ritual style.”

Cecily rolled her eyes, “I was twelve, quarantine was coming up… WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”

The group giggled and argued for a few seconds, until there was another (albeit louder) thump. The group all quieted down and glanced back at the bookshelf. The book had fallen again, this time all on its own.

“Your bookshelf sucks, Cec,” Cori said.

Cecily rolled her eyes and went to reach for the book, but reaching for it felt like being tugged by a powerful magnet. She tried to pull her hand back to no avail.

“Um, guys--!” She started.

The group only noticed when the book flung open and the pages glowed brighter than the sun. Cecily used her other hand to reach for Cori, who didn’t hesitate to grab Cecily’s wrist because being Isakaieded into a fantasy world? Um hello? Yes. Although Cori herself was not anticipating the strong pull of the magic. Cori reflexively reached for Brooklyn who was yanked forward and grabbed Kemi.

Then the four vanished with nothing but a flash of colorful light and the sound of a snap of a rubber band.

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Anyway, I guess this is kind of like a preview so give me some feedback guys. Again, this is a passion fan fic for me that I’ve been wanting to write for years and just need the drive too. Hope you guys enjoyed the preview.

#books and reading #koltc #keepblr #KOLTC fan fiction #keeper of the lost cities #koltc sophie #koltc biana #koltc keefe #sokeefe #Spotify

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skzdarlings · 5 months ago

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WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. WAS THIS CHAPTER. WH. HOW. DARLING. THIS IS GONNA TAKE FIVE TO SIX BUSINESS DAYS FOR ME TO PROCESS. And because YOU caused this you're gonna have to deal with this long ass paragraph of me ranting. First of all, the absolute rollercoaster of emotions you put me through???? Like. Omg. You write so beautifully and your writing hits so strongly and at all the right marks. There are just so many little details woven into your work that if I listed them all we'd be here all day, so I'm gonna take mercy on you and just rant on the major developments that took place. When Chris read that cashier's name everything in my brain just. clicked. And it felt so powerful omfg you've no idea. And then. Then you dropped that cliffhanger (which, first of all, how could you?) and my brain actually EXPLODED. I can't even imagine what LEVEL of chaos is gonna ensue in the next chapter. 10th August could not come sooner. Seriously, no one's doing it how you're doing it, darling. Ma'am please have some mercy on me. The way this fic has me absolutely GAGGED. it's just. We were already reeling from LAST chapter's plot twist and then you dropped this bomb and it exploded at just the right time for the impact to absolutely destroy me. Anyway, I know I'm just yapping ATP so I'll try to stop soon but. chris called her baby 😭😭😭😭😭 and Chris always loved her and always waited for her even after she didn't know him anymore. Which brings me to the question, what exactly happened in that program yn endured? Did they just. Reset her brain or what. Also I didn't realise that felix was still hard at work destroying miroh but go off king!! And I love the way all of your characters always have a platonic relationship, just a friendship, that they value and care about so much. In the era of 'if they're friends of opposite genders they HAVE to fall in love eventually' this is refreshing to see. Okay bye ily please respond to this 😭😭😭

-💎 anon

screaaaaaaaam this message made my day like you have no idea!!! thank you so much for taking the time to send such a nice message 🥰♥️ i won’t go into detail answering questions bc there’s more story to come teehee but all questions shall be satisfied by the end. i am sooo stoked for the next chapter omg

and yes i love love love writing friendship as much as romance. i am so glad folks enjoy the bodyguard friendships too!!

thank you again so much hehe i am so glad you’re enjoying the story!

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you know what would automatically change my hatred to love for sasusaku? If their genders were reversed. Majority of the reason why I hate sasuke and sakura relationship is because the type of environment and the culture I grew up in where it's been fed to women since basically birth to always be faithful to her man no matter how terrible he treats her, even after marriage. The pharse, "Just be patient and he will change", infuriates me to another level. Seeing sakura chasing after sasuke throughout the series after numerous rejections and an attempted MURDER on her by him made me roll my eyes so hard like girl just move the fuck on omfg. And even after their "marriage" sasuke's treatment towards her doesn't get better lmao, leaving her alone with a whole ass child to take care by herself?? BYE sakura's patience for him is outmatch cus I would've divorced his ass for that. Though, the more I mature, little by little I begin to understand the complexity of their relationship after putting my gender issues aside for a second and look deep into them. And especially now, after reading your perspective on their whole relationship, it really did made half of my hatred go away and understand the relationship wholeheartedly. Like yeah, I absolutely love the trope of one person saying they don't deserve the other person's love but the other person keep loving them anyway, that stuff makes me giggle and swing my legs in the air and shit. It's just that the only way this trope would work for me if the person loving them has enough self-respect for themselves AND if it's a girl in the former & the guy in the latter. And honestly, I found naruto being borderline obsessed with sasuke annoying too but the reason why I can digest it more well is because naruto can go head to head with sasuke without backing down. Like, I wanted to see at least ONCE sakura having a heated argument with sasuke, or punch him in the face in the series. I feel like sasuke deserves a punch from her at the very least 🤷🏽‍♀️

Sigh, I really did wanna love their relationship and their journey to love (that scene of him catching her when she was about to fall and then having that iconic eye contact had me feeling butterflies ngl) since it has all the tropes I love but the execution is just so...

i mean if it helps any i absolutely hate post-canon and that's where my primary divide with most sasusaku fans lies 😭 i'm not sure if you read the blue-plums post i reblogged but it's a good dissection of why exactly it fails as a conclusion to both their individual arcs and their relationship arc generally. the post-canon we see is a direct answer to what sasuke's and sakura's dreams are at the start of the series, but the problem with this is that sasuke and sakura are nowhere near being the same people at the end of the series as they were at the start. generally, i don't think post-canon really takes the individual arc of any character into much account. its primary goal is maintaining the status quo with a slight veneer of friendship power draped over it for aesthetics. but nothing at the root is changed despite every traumatic development the characters were relentlessly subjected to. resultantly, you're left with a portrayal of sasuke as a neglectful father who glorifies the lone-wolf hero trope, which goes against everything he could possibly have learned from itachi; and you're left with a portrayal of sakura as someone content to keep house despite the bulk of her character arc being grounded in her ability and desire to take initiative not only at home, but abroad. it's not true to who either of them is by that point and, even more than that, it's a disservice to everything they've put themselves through for the sake of the love they were vying for. so while i love sasusaku as it progresses up through 699, i tend to wholeheartedly ignore whatever comes after and relegate that instead to either my own imagination or blue-plums's in her fics

what i will say about the naruto and sakura distinction is that a lot of people are more comfortable with how sasuke reacts to naruto bc they believe what naruto is doing is right. it's kind of like: if the only thing sasuke will realistically respond to is violence then obv naruto can resort to that violence without dwelling on it too much. but if you think about violence in the context of sasuke's entire life, it's not actually helpful at all beyond its ability to physically bring him to a grinding halt. even when naruto finally breaks through to sasuke, it's not the violence that makes things click for him. it's the words he says after, and it's the words he's always said before that that have stayed in sasuke's mind. violence, in contrast, is a poisonous thing for sasuke bc it's the only thing that has defined the parameters of his entire life. it robbed him of every person he cared about prior to his meeting team seven, and inevitably it intimidated him into seeking out more violence once he realized that he was incapable of saving the new people he'd come to care about as well. everything, at the root, was driven by sasuke's traumatically-exacerbated response to love and loss. the idea of losing naruto and sakura to the hands of anyone else was unbearable. so he decided that he'd rather have killed them himself. it was absolutely irrational. but a twelve year old child put through that kind of successive, relentless trauma was never going to think rationally, and certainly not after being exploited by people like orochimaru and obito (and to an extent itachi) in turn

all of this to say: there is of course a gendered aspect to the fact that sakura's response to sasuke is markedly not violence. but i also think people sort of refuse to dissect her response any further and esp in context of the narrative itself. despite being the hallmark of rationality within the team and perhaps even the series, sakura was inevitably always driven by the value she placed on humanity. it would've been so easy and rational and "right" to kill sasuke bc he was an insurgent, a terrorist, a danger to public safety, etc. but sakura knew it was more complicated than that. even without knowing about the intricacies of the uchiha massacre she'd been a witness to his suffering and struggle and helplessness. she was as much unable to kill him bc of her love for him as she was unable to kill him bc she knew it wouldn't be right. bc really, what would it solve. sasuke being written off or dying would accomplish nothing bc he would become one more person in the long line of victims to nationalism and the military-industrial complex. while naruto's desire to retrieve sasuke was driven by his love for him it was also driven by the fact that he was stubborn and relentless and refused to give up on people. if you won't believe in yourself i'll beat the belief into you. it's a very shounen-esque trait. in contrast, sakura's desire to retrieve sakura, while also driven by her love for him, was significantly driven by her ability to see that sasuke needed help. in fact, that's all she ever wanted him to get: help. and it would be one thing for this to be an isolated desire but when you read it in context of her own goals as a medic and a mental health professional, her unwavering belief in sasuke is a lot more striking. she was the only person in the entire narrative who never resorted to violence as a solution to sasuke's problems. and she was angry, to be sure. much as she loves him the struggle to bring him back and convince him that he was worthy of love and healing left her emotionally exhausted. but they're also children at the end of the day. she could've been angry at him, or naruto could've been angry him, and in the end none of it would've mattered in the face of knowing they'd finally gotten through to him. he had a smile on his face, he didn't have an arm anymore, and for the first time in his life he met a loss with utter peace and content. it was a thing of miracles after six years of relentless grief and sorrow, and nothing else could've been on their mind.

at the end of the day, team seven's love for sasuke isn't rational. the farthest thing from it, really. but that's what makes it so radical in context. if love in naruto was only ever meant to be rational then hardly anyone would survive. love was always written as an act of defiance and for however subtle the depiction sakura exemplified it

#this is already so long i won't ramble any further in the text bc i've gotten across my point #but tldr you're totally valid! like honestly a lot of sasusaku fans tend to take the full scope of post-canon as gospel and it's infuriatin #and it definitely panders to a lot of gendered stereotypes #the relationship is i think way easier to digest if you isolate 1-699 and then pretend none of the rest exists lol #me personally i want sasuke to go on travels and meet lots of orphans and dedicate himself to humanitarian work #and i want sakura to do her mental hospital thing and research and advocacy at the village #before the projects she works on inevitably extend to intervillage endeavors #it's a nice way for both her and sasuke to explore their respective itches while also doing something that overlaps #with what the other person is doing. i am also a gazillion times more inclined towards them adopting an orphan #than i am towards the idea of them getting traditional married and having a traditional family and birthing traditional babies. boh-ring #i have a post somewhere on my old blog but to Me it would be revolutionary for sasuke to separate himself from the idea that the #only real bonds are those borne in blood. bc all that matters is love. i think adoption would be a really good personification of that idea #also occasionally they can come back to konoha and do silly couple things. like go to the farmers market and plant flowers #and harvest tomatoes. househusband sasuke and workaholic sakura. my dream combination truly #outbox

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fluffyydumplings · 2 years ago

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Okay okay.. Anyways, I probably won’t be writing anymore fics.. anything on the line of being romantic anyways.. Because, you see.. I started exploring romance as a genre, because I was trying to see what was going on and what is all this romantic stuff even about? But.. also.. my grammar is going to the grounds today.. but.. yes

I know for a fact.. and have been contemplating whether I was part of the aromantic species.. ahhahaa.. that was autocorrect.. aromantic species it is.. for as long as I can remember.. sorry, I have a lot of great ideas honestly.. wonderful plots that I hold dear to me.. I am honestly willingly to give some away, if you are interested.. shoot me a message

But, yeah.. since I’ve figured myself out.. If I were to write a fic, it’ll probably be on friendship and platonic relationships.. or crime.. if you are interested.. with all the members probably..

But yeah.. (dreary old repetitive me).. I’m part of the aromantic species guys.. still exploring the exact label.. of what I am..

Yeah, I titter between being aegoromantic.. and greyromantic.. I don’t know.. been questioning myself for as long as I remember anyways..

If you question what I believe of myself, or me and my aromantic tendencies.. I kindly ask you to go: “bye bye”. Because, I am not dealing with these heteronormative ideals again.. not this shit again.. no

-ㅅ-

Also, I have realised that.. I never enjoyed writing about romance.. I made myself believe I enjoyed it.. In reality, I’d rather write a silly story on friendship instead.. I also have realised.. that I only enjoy reading romance based fics if they have some amazing theme or plot to them.. and only if the characters are just really understanding of one another.. but- I find that those types of stories are hard to find.. because, don’t hate me for this.. I find regular romance based stories without elements of fantasy or some interesting ass plot that goes beyond what is expected of a cheesy romance.. I just.. it makes me 😮🤨..

I really tried to understand this need for romance from practically everyone I’ve ever known, around me.. but, oh I don’t get it.. No, I’m not interested in that romance stuff.. and no, it’s not a matter of.. you just haven’t fallen in love properly yet.. hehe.. I don’t want to! I like the thought of platonic relationships so muchhhh more.. 👍

Okay, bye.. I love bangtan 👍

#:]#myself

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autumnshighlady · 1 year ago

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ok this is so stupid but i really want to see neris and reader interactions,, like the small things, the comfort, the protectiveness,,,, ughh love what you've done w the story man, desperately waiting for the next part fr. (go on your own pace tho) glad to know i've shifted you a little bit on a azriel thing (devious smile) - ithink he's a good character for most people because he barely had a personality in the books and so we can usually make up stuff yk, like he's mostly just broody in the books and we're told stuff abt his personality but not shown it. can't wait to see what happens next! ohh also the dragon interactions!!! i wanna see those too!!! eris has hounds right,,, it wld be cute for them to protect nes and r tooo,,,, ahhh sorry this is literally just me ranting lol, obv feel free to ignore the reqs,,, i really want to let you know that your writing is good bc you seem to get less interactions than you should!! and a weird amt of hate lmao like whats w the people being rude about ialtpwf and wanting guys my age so badly, like i enjoyed it despite not particularly liking the daddy kink partbut like. really,, why so rude??? want to see how reader fares in front of beron too, i assume word of her power will reach him too/. anyway, how long are you planning on pushing the beron overthrowal thing (im being curious not being like ugh when are u plannign on ending it,, in case thats what it sounded like,, idk man im overthinking). oh also! want to see court relations with all of them after berons gone. before berons gone. all of it, i want them to be better leaders/people to the court people yk. oh!! also lucien-reader friendship!!! love that!! we havent seen much of it but hes def the kind of guy to tease r abt eris when they start actually flirting and getting near a relationship yk. eris-lucien brotherhood too tho, obviously. also the lady of the autumn court!! watching them bond w her!!! ahh jfoisfkjmdofikndfvg ium sorry have a great day today1!! hope you rest well after that long ass shift. oh yeah i agree w you on the feyre thing, she's def just mostly like a pawn to rhys yk, i think she was better as a char when she was w tamlin tbh, altho obviously i dont want her to be with someone who kind of abused her without any groveling at least/ cant wait to see more interactions fr!!!! oh when i said in the story, i meant the actual books, well and yourss but the actual books mainly! anyway i think you've managed to be realistic w all of them in a way that is good. bye! oh same anon as last time. should i give myself a name, is that fine,, i'll choose * anon. sure.

i can’t wait for you to see more of the neris x reader interactions! you’ll love it. i feel like i’ve done a decent job of their dynamic so i’m super proud of it so far.

Azriel’s journey is one i have planned out - it’s going to be complicated because yk he’s been loyal to rhys for 500 years and that’s not suddenly going to change, but he will continue to play a role.

you’ll see more of the dragons for sure! and the hounds will be involved too so fear not ;)

yeah idk why people got so weird about guys my age like i’m glad they enjoyed it of course but i kinda did everything i wanted to do with that fic so i don’t feel i have anything else to add to it if that makes sense

beron will play a bigger role soon! as far as them overthrowing him, prob within a couple chapters maybe a bit longer. im still playing around w the details of how exactly it’s going to happen

expect a LOT more lucien and lady of autumn in the later chapters! i love love love writing for lucien so i’ve got special stuff for him planned hehe

tons more interactions to come. more lucien, azriel, gwyn and emerie, cassian, etc. thank you for your message angel and NEVER apologize for rambling - nobody has taken the time to say this much about my fic so far in one go so i LOVE reading these. send as many as you want <3

#* anon<3 #ialtpwf #<3

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seanlongauthor · 2 years ago

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kaneki x hide romance fic 18+ pt.1

“urgh! why is it so hot im literally dying” hide groaned. hide’s sitting at his regular table in anteiku uncomfortably hot waiting for kaneki to finish his shift. they’d arranged to got to the cinema after kaneki got off and see the new grey clover movie. “stop complaining” kaneki sighed from behind the counter. “unless you have money to pay for the tickets you need to let me finish my shift and be patient”. hide couldn’t argue with kaneki on that point as he hasnt been able to pay for any of their “friend” dates since the new term started. after kaneki started working at anteiku him and hide havent spent as much time together as they used to which has lead to hide not only missing kaneki but also having a feeling of yurning for kaneki and his attention. hide no longer sees kaneki as just his friend but instead as some mysterious man who gives him butterflies everytime they engage in conversation. though hide would most likely never admit this to kaneki they both somewhat know that their friendships is turning more into a relationship as time goes by all that stops this change from happening is the two’s inability to make the first move.

“bye touka” kaneki and hide called out seemingly in tandem as they headed out of the small cafe door onto the street. “i swear your shifts are getting longer and longer“ hide complained. “if you got a job i wouldn't have to work so much to keep your broke ass afloat“ kaneki retorted in a jokey teasing manner that made hide pout. “don’t worry i’m just joking around. come on lets start heading towards the cinema we don’t wanna miss the movie” kaneki reassured sensing that his joke had made hide feel bad about being unemployed. “can we get popcorn i’m starving” hide requested. his mood changing to his upbeat springy self. as they walked down the street kaneki (having agreed to buy hide a large salted popcorn) watched they boy he’d known since elementary school bounce with every step almost breaking into full fledged skipping. hide stopped and turned around sensing a warm stare from behind and smiled brightly at kaneki before continuing in the most whimsical fashion imaginable. this small action made kanekis heart skip a beat. just like hide the distance has helped to cultivate a romantic desire for hide in kanekis heart. as they get closer to the cinema hide can barely contain his excitement and and waits several feet in front of kaneki practically bouncing on the spot waiting for him to catch up. “lets go i cant wait.“ hide half shouted being mindful of his volume but also getting caught up in his excitement. hide grabs kenis hand and starts towards the cinema. kaneki is immediately flustered and underneath his eyepatch he can feel his eye start to twitch as his heart rate increases. just from having his hand securely accompanied by hide’s kaneki begins to grow more and more flustered meanwhile noticing the arrival of an issue that he quickly hides by placing his satchel over the front of his body covering his waist and what lies below it.

that was the first part of a little thing i felt like writing if its any good i might continue and if you read it all your feedback is always welcome thanks. : )

#fanfic #tokoghoul #ken kaneki #18+ fic

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year ago

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facial; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Wing-Stroking; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!! Second to last chapter here! Go touch some fucking grass pls. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Nineteen: Let's Ruin the Friendship.

Keigo’s party ends with a bang.

Literally. He had fireworks explode outside the club venue that you and he watched from the balcony, his arms and wings wrapped tight around you.

After a few more hours of drinking and dancing, you drag your tired ass outside to say goodbye to your friends. Nemuri drags Yu to their chauffeur after one too many margaritas while you and Keigo give a personal goodbye to Rumi and Dabi. “Thanks for coming,” Keigo says, squeezing Rumi to him. “The party was fun while it lasted.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Rumi agrees, hugging the winged hero back. “Now it’s time for the afterparty, I’m sure.” She turns to you with a knowing smirk and a wink, making you feel hot despite the warm night. Though Keigo and you agreed to play some Mario Kart at his place after the party, you are technically “a thing” now and the idea of going back to his home tonight makes you nervous.

You want to tell yourself that you’re being stupid. You’ve gone back to Keigo’s place after bar hops and club romps way too many nights to count on one hand! You’ve crashed on his couch in your mini dresses and heels and have awakened to breakfast and an Aspirin to take with OJ for your hangover. You’ve spent nights up late playing video games and watching movies with him, joking around about everything and anything.

‘So why is now so different?’ you want to ask yourself.

But you already know the answer: because you’re dating now. Because you professed your love for him. Because now there is no going back to those nights where you could spend hours at his place and not think twice about it because you were his friend. You knew that the moment after you slept with him that night at the hotel that things would never be the same. But looking at him tonight, you don’t want them to be.

“I’m gonna go say bye to Dabi,” you say to Keigo and Rumi as they talk among each other. Keigo and him already had a heart-to-heart before the party ended, saying their goodbyes early. Keigo nods and sends you off with a smile, but as you turn around to walk away, you catch snippets of their conversation.

“Don’t hurt her, Keigo,” Rumi sternly says. “I’m serious.” You picture her deep in Keigo’s grill, her eyes firm and her hand possibly gripping his balls, threatening to bust them if he tries anything.

“I know you are,” he replies. “And believe me when I say that you have nothing to worry about. I lost her once, Rumi; I’m not going to lose her again.” At the sound of the passion in his voice, a smile stretches across your face and your heart practically bursts.

Dabi is leaning against a nearby tree, smoking a cigarette, when you walk up to him. His eyes are slightly red from the weed he’s been smoking at the party and the scent of vodka sits on his tongue when he speaks. To put it bluntly, he is lit all the way up.

“Hey, I’m ‘bout to bounce,” he tells you. “My ride is down the street.” He juts a chin down the street at the van that holds a prison guard that will take him back to his “home”. The idea of it upsets you.

You waste no time with the last minutes you have with him and wrap your arms around him, squeezing his lean body to yours. “It was great seeing you again, Dabi,” you sigh into his chest. “I’ll miss you.”

He snorts, cupping the back of your head with his hand. “Jesus, you act like I’m going away and never coming back,” he chuckles. “It’s just prison. You’ll see me the next time you visit or I get a free day.”

Though he is right, the idea of him going back to his cell hurts you more than you can express. He would probably just call you a crybaby for it. When you pull away, he is smirking at you, his cig dangling from his lips. “So you leavin’ with him?” he asks, nodding at Keigo tugging on one of Rumi’s ears and jumping back to avoid getting hit.

“Yes,” you reply, your stomach fluttering as you do. You turn to Dabi, noticing the seriousness in his ice-blue eyes. “And he’s who you want?” he pushes. You don’t hesitate to tell him the truth: “He’s always been who I want,” you confess. “I just needed to acknowledge it.” As if hearing you, Keigo turns and waves at Dabi, understanding that his time is up. Dabi nods at him, a wordless conversation transpiring between them.

Dabi’s eyes trail back to yours, an almost solemn look on his face. “Take care of him, doll,” he quietly implores. “But you don’t need me to tell you that ‘cause you will, right?”

Before you can answer, he takes his cigarette out of his mouth, drops it, and crushes it under his foot into the pavement before walking off. You didn’t get to answer him, but you have a gut feeling that you didn’t have to. He already knows your answer.

You then turn around and walk back to Keigo, finding Rumi gone. It is just you two standing on the empty street now in front of the club venue. Keigo smiles at you, the street lights illuminating his handsome face and golden eyes. “Ready to go?” he asks. He walks to you and puts an arm around your waist, holding you close. You feel like you fit there. Like you belong there.

“Yeah, baby,” you reply, trying out the pet name. “I’m ready. Let’s go play some Mario Kart.”

A small, gleeful smile crosses Keigo’s lips, giving you the impression that he likes the way the name sounds. He then walks you over to his car, his hand still on your waist while his other hand clicks a button on his ride to unlock it. He opens the door for you first and allows you to get inside before he does the same and takes off to his penthouse.

When you finally arrive and come up the elevator to his penthouse, you feel butterflies rapidly fluttering around in your stomach. The car ride was quiet except for the hum of the engine and the soft R&B playing from Keigo’s playlist. He didn’t say anything, but he kept his hand on yours while he steered the car with the other. He also stole glances at you every so often that you could feel, but you never pointed it out. You were too nervous to do so.

When the elevator doors open on his clean, lemon-scented penthouse, the butterflies only get worse. It was easier to act lovey-dovey at the club with the alcohol and guests around as buffers, but now that all of that has faded away and it’s only you and him, your anxiety has reached its peak. You step out of the elevator before Keigo does and look around the luxurious yet homely penthouse. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here,” you announce.

Keigo walks out of the elevator behind you, skipping beside you like a gleeful deer. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Y’know, it feels better that you’re here. I guess these walls missed you too.”

He gives you a warm smile that relaxes you somewhat and eases the fury of the damn butterflies in your lower tummy. “Well, make yourself at home while I plug up the game,” he says, tossing his jacket aside as he walks to the TV. "Just so you know, I’ve had time to brush up on my skills so I’m gonna kick that ass in Mario Kart.”

He turns and gives you a cocky, devious smirk before busying himself by plugging up his PS4. As he bends down to pick it up off of the floor and plug it in, his shirt rises up somewhat and you catch a sliver of skin on his toned stomach exposed to you. A toned stomach you find yourself wanting to kiss, touch, and lick all over. You want to run your fingers over his abs while you suck on his pink, hard nipples, relishing his moans and hushed words of praise. You want your skin on his, your bodies pressed against each other.

In a single instant, all of the anxiety you felt coming here is gone. You now realize that things may be different, but Keigo hasn’t changed. He is the same man who loves Mario Kart and winning at it. He is the same man you’ve known for years––kind, intelligent, goofy, confident, and passionate about his work and his friends. He is still your Hawks.

“We’ll see,” you huff, unbuckling your heels from your feet. You toss them to the side, letting them clatter to the floor. “Afterwards.” Keigo twists around toward you, raising an eyebrow. “Afterwards?” he parrots. “Whatchu mean?”

You stand in the middle of the room before him, need for him coursing through you. The alcohol you consumed, along with the burning lust you have for him, have taken control over you. “I mean I want you,” you boldly say. “Right here, right now.”

Keigo blinks at you, obviously shocked by your change in demeanor. You slowly saunter up to him, putting a sway in your hips as you do. Once you’re near him, you press your hands to his chest and run them slowly up and down his torso, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath his shirt. The feeling of his toned body under your palms makes your pussy tingle.

He continues to stand there like a statue, rigid and awkward. He doesn’t touch you even though you desperately want him to. “But…I thought you wanted to take this slow,” he softly says, his eyebrows scrunching cutely in confusion.

“And we will!” you reply. “We’ll take things as slow as we both need to, but now that we’re dating, there is nothing holding me back from showing you how I feel.” You slide your hands up to his shoulders, squeezing them ever so gently. “If that’s what you want,” you softly add.

He stares at you like you just asked him if he can lay an egg out of his ass. “What I want?” he repeats, quirking a brow at you. “Shit, baby, I’ve been dreaming about you in my bed for weeks now. I was just pumpin’ the brakes for you.” Joy and relief overflow you and you press your face into his chest, inhaling his cologne and natural scent. Even the smell of him makes your pussy wet.

“Thank you,” you murmur against his chin, “but I don’t need you to.” You then pull away from him and stare into his eyes, never faltering. He and you are all that matter tonight. Your phones and the outside world be damned. He is all you want. You trail your hands down his chest again, pausing to feel his heart beat against your palms.

“Now fuck me,” you whisper.

Keigo doesn’t have to be told twice. All of that confusion and uncertainty melts off of his face, replaced with a lustful look that thrills you. His hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you toward him, his lips crashing against yours.

As soon as his soft, pink lips are moving against yours and his facial stubble scratches against your face, you moan. You wrap your arms around him and bring him as close as you can. All of your need for him comes spilling out, threatening to envelop you both. As Keigo’s hands run over your hips and ass, gripping the globes of fat, his tongue finds yours and swirls, dances, and twirls with it, causing saliva to stick to your lips when you pull away.

“Jump,” he demands, and you do, wrapping your legs around his waist. He catches you and grips you to him. As he lays another hot, passionate kiss on you, he begins to walk towards his soft-looking, big-ass couch, effortless and swift as if you weigh absolutely nothing. It’s so sexy how strong he is.

You can feel his arms flexing against you, his hands still gripping your behind. He then sits you down on the couch and kneels down before you, staring up at you as if you’re the loveliest thing in the world to him.

His hands begin to glide up under your dress, his fingers trailing along your thighs that twitch with every move he makes. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he asks, his voice husky and breathless. “You have the nerve to dress like this with that asshole, knowin’ damn fuckin’ well I’m sprung over you?”

He begins to kiss up your legs as he peels back the layers of your dress, revealing your legs to him.

“Keigo,” you whisper, desperate for him to touch you. Your pussy is aching for his lips; his fingers; his everything. But he doesn't catch your drift or just doesn’t listen to you as he pulls away, his gaze hooded.

“I think you need to learn a lesson for that,” he says. “Don’t you, baby?” You blink at him, confused, until his eyes drill into you with an intense, stern stare that would make any woman pop babies. “Turn around and arch your back for me,” he demands. “I want that ass in the air.”

You are helpless to disobey him, especially when you can’t speak and your pussy is this wet. You love it when he takes charge like this. Wordlessly, you slowly turn over and get onto your knees while your hands grip the back of the couch, maneuvering so you don’t rip your dress. A soft, weak moan leaves your lips as Keigo lifts your skirts to reveal your plump ass in your matching red panties. He doesn’t even warn you first when his hand comes down hard onto your ass.

Smack!

You gasp, your body tensing from the sting of his hand coming down hard on your asscheek. “Damn you for this ass,” Keigo growls. “Damn you for bein’ so fuckin’ hot. Do you know what you do to me, girl?”

Smack!

“Huh?”

Smack!

“Answer me!” he demands.

“I’m sorry!” you weakly apologize. “I’m sorry! I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise!” You can sense Keigo processing what you just said being that he doesn’t spank your ass again too quickly.

This is the first time you’ve ever called him such a word. You have now taken you both deep into a territory that you both are more than happy to explore; one that is both loving, kinky, and not at all friendly.

‘I don’t wanna be friends,’ you think. ‘I wanna be your fucking woman.’ Keigo must have the same idea because his hand is coming down onto your asscheeks again, alternating between each. Smack! “Your apologies don’t mean shit,” he growls. “You better grip that couch and take the punishment you deserve.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

With every hit, your asscheeks begin to sting, tears prick your eyes, and whines and whimpers of protest leave your lips. Yet your pussy has never been wetter. She throbs and twitches with need, gushing all in your panties. This is what you’ve wanted for so long; what you’ve been craving: to be thrilled; fulfilled; used. To explore all that can be explored in sex. And Keigo is just the man to show you and give you everything you’ve dreamed of.

Smack!

“You know, I fuckin’ lied,” he says, his voice strained like he’s struggling to hold onto the last of his self-control. You look back at him, finding him staring dead at you and sporting a very obvious hard-on in his dress slacks that has begun to press against the fabric.

“Huh?” you exhale, confused.

“Or I didn't tell you before,” he corrects himself. "About the way the bed looked that morning at the hotel.”

You blink at him, not sure what he means because of how dazed you are from the foreplay and spanking. But then you realize he means the state of the hotel bed the morning you woke up next to hm. You remember the pillows and blankets surrounding you in a way that resembled a nest. “Yeah,” you reply, gently encouraging him to continue.

“I made it look like that,” he confesses, his eyes so vulnerable and open for you. “I was nesting you.” He swallows, his Adam’s Apple bobbing. “I don’t wanna scare you, but I need you to know that my instincts, whatever the fuck they are, made me do that…almost as if you’re…” He pauses, appearing nervous. “My mate,” he finally finishes.

The new information slowly processes in your mind, making you feel a wide range of emotions: confused; happy; scared. Scared of what this could mean and the unknown that follows.

You’re no expert in the ideas of “mates”, but you are familiar with the concept. Animals take mates and some do it for life, as birds do. As hawks do. And Keigo is admitting that he sees you as such. It is quite terrifying as anything could happen to tear that apart and ruin what you have…

But you can’t see yourself being anyone’s but his. Though your ass stings, you turn around and sit on your ass, obscenely opening your thighs for Keigo. He stares at you, taken aback, his eyes wide and mouth parted as your fingers glide down your wet panties.

“I love you,” you whisper, tears stinging your eyes. “Please…please taste me. Take me all of me.” In that single moment, Keigo gives you the same dark, lustful look he did the night at the hotel. His eyes grow sharp and his wings become ruffled as if someone has riled him up…that someone being you.

An excited shiver runs through you as he quickly kneels before you and hikes your legs up over his shoulders. You shriek as he pulls your ankles towards him, sliding you down the edge of the couch to him. He then loops his fingers through the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your quivering thighs, taking the soaked article of clothing and pressing them to his nose.

He breathes in the scent of you, his eyes fluttering closed. You watch him, in awe at his freakiness and him being comfortable enough to expose himself as a freak in front of you. You’re going to have so much fun with him.

He flicks the panties somewhere across the room before he opens your thighs and stares at your soaked cunt like it is dessert dripping in honey. “Itadakimasu,” he whispers before pushing his face right into your sobbing, wet, dripping pussy under your dress.

As soon as his tongue slides along your slit and his lips press against your clit, your eyes roll back into your head and your hands find his hair. You grip the golden locks on his head, unconsciously pushing his face farther into you. he chuckles into your pussy, causing vibrations to tickle your clit and draw moans out of you.

“Fuck, Kei,” you groan, your toes curling near his ears. He eats your pussy like it’s the last time he will do so, sucking on your rosebud and fucking you with his tongue after full-on spitting on your pussy. You swear your soul nearly leaves your body when he does this, your pussy dripping in his saliva before he slurps it back up. His tongue once again enters the gushing walls of your pussy as his nose brushes against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your core, fingers, and toes.

He alternates between fast and slow, hard and soft, paying attention to your body as he stares at you from between your thighs. As he does, he unbuckles and unbutton his pants with one hand before digging a hand in his briefs and stroking himself at the sight of you. You can tell from the way his arm moves up and down in time with his tongue strokes. The idea of him becoming so worked up from eating you out that he has to fuck his fist to the sight of you turns you on even more, pushing you further toward the edge of your first orgasm of the night.

“‘M gonna cum!” you whimper, your legs clenching around Keigo’s head. “Please, Kei, baby, make me cum! Make your mate cum!” And he does so.

Something in him snaps then because his jaw seems to have a mind of its own at that point. His tongue begins lashing along the gummy walls of your pussy that tighten and constrict around the muscle while his nose rubs against your clit again and again. He even moans into your pussy as he eats it, making the wettest, sloppiest sounds you’ve ever heard with just his mouth.

Soon, you’re tumbling over the edge and cumming all over his face. You grip his hair for dear life as you gush all over his lips, chin, and tongue. He moans appreciatively for what you give him, greedily slurping down all of your cream the more it pours out of you. By the time your orgasm fades, you’re a panting, heated mess…but not at all tired. You stare down at your boyfriend with want throbbing inside of you.

Keigo looks up at you from between your thighs, his eyes dark and practically slits. You know he is feeling the same carnal need and desire you are, so you don’t waste time demanding what you want. “Bedroom,” you exhale. “Now.”

Before you can take another breath, Keigo has you wrapped up in his arms and is racing up the stairs. You giggle as he bounds up the steps, you bouncing in his arms as he does.

When he’s finally in your bedroom, he kicks the door shut with the back of his foot and places you on the bed. You sit up on your knees, your eyes focusing on his lower half where his cock pushes insistently against his pants. You find your greedy hands grabbing for his belt immediately to unbuckle it, but Keigo stops you. You look up at him, confused, and find that his eyes have softened to their normal state. “You called yourself my mate,” he points. “So…you’re okay with this?”

With a smile, you move your hands behind your back to unzip your dress. It falls off of your body, revealing you in nothing but your strapless bra. You unhook that as well, revealing your hardened, brown nipples to him. Instantly, his wings ruffle and his eyes sharpen into slits once again at the sight of you. “What do you think?” you purr. You reach toward him then and grab a handful of his cock, emitting a delicious groan from him.

“You want me to show you, Daddy?” you teasingly ask. You begin to slowly stroke him through his pants, prompting him to give in to your spell. Keigo couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. As you begin to work his work off, he strips himself of his jacket and top, revealing his defined muscles and hard, pink nipples to you.

The way he stares down at you, so lustful and hooded, makes you work faster to get his belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned. Soon, his pants are dropping to his ankles, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Whip it out for me,” he demands and you’re quick to do so. You carefully put your hand in his briefs and wrap your hand around his hard, warm, throbbing cock that jolts at the feeling of your soft hand.

You slowly pull him out, letting him bob in the air in front of your eyes. He wraps his long, thick, ringed fingers around his cock and proceeds to gently smack it against your pouty lips. You give a sexy, slutty little giggle as he does, sticking out your tongue to let him smack his dick against it.

“Didn’t know you were such a woman for facial abuse,” he chuckles. He then pushes his cock head against your lips, grinding against them slightly. “Open up, mama,” he coaxes.

You obediently open your mouth for him, allowing him to slide inside of the warm, wet, waiting walls of your mouth and against your soft, wet tongue. He begins to thrust his hips into your mouth, filling your nose with his scent and your mouth with his taste. You place your hands on his hips, bringing him closer, and opening your throat as if you’re about to yawn.

You then proceed to move your head back and forth along his cock, giving him all the throat he could possibly want. Your eyes tick up to watch your boyfriend toss his head back and close his eyes at the feeling of your tight throat squeezing around him. “Fuck,” he moans, “you’re so good at that.”

His hand finds your head and strokes your hair, gently pushing you farther onto his dick. You gladly take it, still bopping your head and sliding his cock in and out of your throat.

Keigo is a moaning, dirty-talking mess as you give him serious, serious neck. He won’t shut the fuck up. Every sound out of his mouth is either an orgasmic moan, whine, grunt, or swear. “Shit, baby,” he hisses, watching you swallow his dick like it’s your profession. “You’re so good at suckin’ dick. I really don’t deserve this, you know.”

‘But you do,’ you think. ‘You deserve this and more.’ You then pop your mouth off of his dick, your lips coated in spit. You stare up at him into his hooded eyes, wanting more of him. Needing more of him. “Fuck my face,” you gasp. “You can pull my hair too. I trust you, Kei.” Keigo’s eyebrows raise slightly, surprised at your request, but he doesn’t protest or deny you.

He steps toward you, wrapping his hand around the thick base of his cock again. “Take my thigh twice if you need to breathe,” he orders and you nod, giving him a reassuring smile. You open your mouth for him again and he slides his dick all the way to the back of your throat. He then begins to rut his hips into your mouth, making you choke and gag along his cock.

“Fuck!” Keigo growls, gripping your hair as he fucks your mouth. You take every inch, doing your best to breathe through your nostrils and avoid ruining his pleasure just because your jaw is aching and he is touching the back of your throat.

You want to give this to him. You want to give him all of you.

So when he releases your hair after a few minutes of fucking your throat, you wrap your hand around him and begin to stroke him as you slide your throat along his dick, gobbling up all of him. You feel Keigo’s hips stutter against your face and see his muscles tense. You know he’s close, so you go faster, stroking in time with your sucking and even fondling his balls with your free hand.

Keigo is losing it. He is practically screaming to the heavens, just about to give you a serious nut. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” he whines. “Stop, stop, stop!”

You do so immediately, staring up at him in confusion and shock. Why doesn’t he want to fill up your throat? You get your answer when his hand wraps around your throat and his lips slam against yours. His tongue forcefully enters your mouth, swirling with yours no matter the fact that you taste like his cock.

When he pulls away, he is completely feral, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “I’m not cummin’ down your throat,” he growls. “I want this to count. Get on your back.”

With your stomach flipping excitedly, you eagerly crawl up to the headboard and get on your back, getting comfortable among the pillows. Keigo crawls between your legs immediately and wraps a hand around his cock before gently gliding it against your slit. You moan softly at the feeling, your toes curling and back arching.

"You’re even wetter than before,” he cackles. “Naughty girl. You want this dick so badly, don’t you?” He uses his cock head to nudge at your clit, grinning at your reaction. “Tell Daddy how much you want it.”

When he begins to smack his dick against your pussy, you nearly cum right there. “Please!” you beg, gripping the comforter beneath you. “Please, fuck me, Kei!” You lift your hips and begin grinding against his cock, causing his head to nearly nudge your pussy lips apart. “I need you,” you whisper, staring into his eyes. “Need you to fuck this pussy right and fill me up.”

When Keigo grips your hips and yanks you towards him, you know he isn’t the Keigo you know anymore. His pupils turn into slits while his red irises glow like full moons at you. His wings become ruffled as if someone just ran their hands through them and seem to grow bigger. An excited yet fearful shiver runs through you as you watch your boyfriend transform right before your very eyes. Before you can take a breath, he sheaths his cock inside of you, not stopping until his balls reach your asscrack.

You both moan at the contact, sparks of pleasure running through your bodies. Keigo doesn’t hesitate for one moment. Immediately, he presses his palms into the mattress on either side of your head and begins rocking his hips into yours, plunging his cock in and out of you slowly yet roughly.

The pleasure is immense and intense, having you seeing stars and turning your pussy into mush. He’s going far too slow though. You need more. “Faster,” you whine, gripping his shoulders. “I need it faster!”

Keigo pauses for a moment to stare at you, surprise registering across his face. Then, in an instant, it’s gone, replaced with a fierceness that makes your pussy gush. “Faster?” he parrots. “You want it like this?”

He starts to do as you order, snapping his hips harder and faster into you, plunging his cock in and out of your pussy like a jackhammer. You grip him for dear life, your eyes wide and mouth agape as gasps and howls of pleasure leave your lips.

Keigo leans up slightly to toss your legs over his shoulders, pushing his cock deeper inside of you. “Is this good, huh?” he grunts as he rails you like there is no tomorrow. “Is this how my baby likes it be fucked? You like gettin’ that pussy put into the mattress like this?” You can hardly speak, but you manage to yell out as much of an answer as you can: “Shit!” you gasp. “God, yes, yes, yes!”

The more he fucks you, the more your pussy starts to tighten until you can feel your second orgasm starting to rise to the surface. Your eyebrows draw together as if you’re about to cry as you stare into Keigo’s eyes. “I’mma cum,” you whimper brokenly. “I’m gonna cum again, Keigo!”

He leans in close to your ear, pressing his body close to yours and rolling his hips down and around, drawing your orgasm out of you. “You gonna cum?” he growls under his breath. He goes faster, harder, pounding your cunt into the bed. “You gonna fucking cum on this dick?” he asks, raising his voice. “Do it, baby. All over me. Fucking give it to me, you little slut!”

And you do. You have no choice but to. Keigo fucks you until your back arches and your body shivers against the bed as your orgasm peaks. It tears a series of moans, whimpers, and shouts of his name out of you as you cum all over his cock. Your orgasm is so big that it spurts all around Keigo’s cock and his stomach, coating his skin in your juices.

Keigo finally slows down and stares down at you in awe, laughing as he does. “Damn, baby, you squirted!” he cackles. “I’ve been waiting to do that to you.”

You weakly moan, your head lulling against the mattress. Though your pussy feels sensitive to the touch, you can feel his cock still throbbing inside of you. Knowing that, you know you can go for another round. Keigo leans down to kiss your forehead, brushing your brow with his finger. “Tired?” he murmurs.

You slowly shake your head, staring up at him through slits of your eyes. “No,” you weakly reply. “You didn’t cum yet.”

You weakly squeeze your pussy around him and he groans, his cock twitching inside of you. Knowing what you’re asking for, he goes to take you by the hips again, but you stop him.

“No,” you protest. “Out there. Fuck me out there, Keigo.”

You nod at the balcony where the moonlight shines its silvery light into the bedroom like a spotlight. “I want the whole world to see that I’m yours and you’re mine.”

And when you look into his eyes, you know that he can’t resist you. Instantly, he swoops you up into his arms and flaps those big wings as he carries you to the balcony, floating as he does. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud in heaven, especially when you venture outside into the summer air. Especially when the stars twinkle above you and Keigo, witnesses to your lovemaking.

He lowers you onto your feet and bends you over, his fingers caressing your spine. The naughty let intimate act draws a weak moan out of you as your pussy jumps excitedly at the thought of being fucked out in public.

After a few quick pumps of his cock as he stares at your juicy ass bent over the railing, Keigo once again sinks inside of you and hits home when he glides against your G-spot. You release a loud moan that you quickly stifle, afraid of attracting attention. But Keigo isn’t having that. He grips your hips and proceeds to plunge his thick cock in and out of you at a quick, rough pace that makes your tits jiggle and your head spin.

“Don’t run from me now, baby girl,” he evilly laughs. “You wanted this so bad, right? Wanted everyone to see how much of a goddamn slut you are for this cock.” You breathlessly moan and gasp as he fucks you against the railing, your breasts pushing into the cool metal and your knees buckling. “That ain’t loud enough,” he tuts. "Come on now, don’t hide yourself.”

You then feel a soft, intense tickle against your clit, causing you to nearly sob in pleasure. Tip of Keigo’s feather swirls and rubs your clit in small circles, similar to his other two feathers that begin to tweak at your nipples. “How’s this, huh?” he huffs. “This enough for that fuckin’ body of yours?”

You can’t even think, let alone speak. Your mind is a blank slate of nothing but pleasure. Nothing but pure, blinding ecstasy at the feeling of being overstimulated. You grip the railing for dear life as screams and moans escape your lips into the wind. “F-Fuck, Keigo!” you cry out into the night. “You’re s-so good! It feels so good!”

Again, you feel your third orgasm of the night rising and your pussy tightens around his cock, drawing out his own orgasm. “I think I’m gonna cum again,” you tearfully whisper.

Keigo moans from behind you, gripping your ass until it nearly hurts. “Me too,” he groans into your ear. “Cum with me, baby. Cum all over this cock.” He goes faster, harder, his balls slapping against your clit as his feather swirls quickly against the little bud.

His own moans and sounds of pleasure ring out into the night, mingling with yours as your climaxes peak. “God, I love you,” he whines. “Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!”

He cums a second before you do, hot spurts of cum splashing against your pussy walls and deep inside of you. The sound of him triggers your own orgasm and you lose your mind along with him.

“Fuck, Kei!” you shriek as you cream all over him. You feel like you’re soaring as your orgasm overtakes you, making you grip the railing until your knuckles turn white and the aftershocks are all that are left.

Once the pleasure fades and all you’re left with is the sweet ache of good sex, you and Keigo crumble to the balcony floor and snuggle against one another. You press your ear against his beating heart, smiling at the way he breathes so heavily after doing such a thing with you.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “I’m so glad we’re not friends anymore.”

A soft chuckle leaves his lips as his wings wrap around you, covering you and hiding your naked body from the outside world. For a while, there is only silence as you two wallow in the afterglow of your sex.

But that is quickly ruined when you feel Keigo’s cock harden against your thigh. He looks down at you with a smirk. “Round two?” he asks.

He doesn’t even have to ask.

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→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario 03

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 11.3k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / oral sex (fem & male receiving) / 34+35 (miss grande influence) / mentions of drug usage / jk is essentially losing his mind (you'll see) / angst / emotions are real but everybody in this fic is incapable of acknowledging them / hit and run!!!

soundtracks: how can i forget you girl, 87dance + killing me, omar apollo + night moves, michi + in your body, ¿Téo? + open up, mack keane & esta + tsunami, suzuki saint + give me a kiss, lolo zouai + take care of you, charlotte day wilson

PARTS — ONE // TWO // THREE (you are reading)

a/n: you could read this as a separate one-shot but where's the fun in that?🤔 also highly suggest you listen to the soundtracks!

“Wait! Someone’s in here—oh—Hi!”

If Jeongguk wasn’t in desperate need of the bathroom he would have turned on his heels and fled right there and then. Instead, the door swings into the tiled wall with a thud that resounds in his chest and the two of you just stare at each other, suspended in time like stars fixed in the hold of the universe. His heart twists itself into a strange knot when you tilt your head, hands fumbling back onto the sink to steady yourself. You’re clearly as drunk as him—maybe even more—and Jeongguk can’t help the way he tips forward, a hand outstretched to help you up.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to barge in like that,” he says. His palms feel too warm when they land on your skin. There’s a lot of it too. A skimpy baby blue skirt and deep cut top don’t really have the ability to cover much.

You giggle and something dormant in the base of Jeongguk’s brain bursts into flames. The heat worsens when your gaze slots into his, the grin on your lips effervescent.

“It’s fine,” you slur. “I was done anyway.” You must not see the way his eyes are wide, pupils dark with reminiscent of liquor yet still greedily drinking you in, because you fall into his arms with an ease that’s unsettling. He lets you lean against him, ginger as he aids your legs upright. Your hands fumble for the fabric of his shirt, crystal adorned acrylics clinging tight.

“Are you okay?” He’s drunk enough for this to be somewhat of a challenge, although not one he can’t handle. But, when your head lolls against his chest, the flush on your cheeks suspicious, soberness hits him with a sharpness that feels violent. “Should I get someone for you? Do you need to throw up?”

“Don’t.” There’s a fingertip pressing on his lips. The responding jolt in his spine nearly sends him keeling over. “Don’t mention that. I’m perfectly fine, I just need to find my friends.” You’re peeling yourself off him before Jeongguk can protest, moving towards the door with a speed that doesn’t correlate to your inebriation. “I’m fine, I promise!” You tack on, almost like you can hear his objection before the words have even formed on his tongue. “I’ll see you! Bye!”

Then you’re gone, sweeped up by the ebullient sounds of the party outside. It's a sight that feels far too familiar for this liking. You’re courteous enough to shut the door behind you, leaving him stuck on the image of your ass in that tight skirt and his own unexpectedly dangerous thoughts. It takes him a good minute to recover, blinking away the haziness in his vision underneath the hard bright lights of the bathroom.

Why was he here again? His bladder responds immediately, sending a reminder that has him staggering towards the toilet. Except he has to pause there for a moment longer, palms resting against the cold tiles as he wills his dick into submission. Peeing while drunk was already a difficult task. Peeing while hard and drunk? He’s not in the mood to entertain impossible missions.

Except, his mind is clearly in the mood to entertain you. You and that stupid skirt. You and all your stupid skirts. He thinks about them with a frequency that feels criminal. It doesn’t help that you keep adding new ones to your collection. The onset of summer must have fuelled your addiction because he’s spied three new ones in the weeks he’s spotted you around campus. The floral tangerine one is a current favourite, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the lilac one you had on last time. Or the blue one that’s stuck on your body at this very moment. There are things about him that he’s only finding out through the abrupt and crazed moments he’s shared with you. It leaves the bones in his body feeling strange, something he tries to correct as he washes his hands in the sink for the third time.

It’s also a poor attempt to calm the thumping in his heart. But that, like everything seemingly does around you, fails miserably.

Even with your limited contact, he’s starting to piece together his scattered emotions. The outcome is frankly terrifying, as demonstrated mere moments ago. The sight of your smile alone made the sun rise in his chest and set in his gut. Like there was a universe inside of him determined to orbit around you. You must either have a spell on him or something because even after you’d practically abandoned him he was still stuck in place.

The memory of that leaves a sour taste on his tongue. It tastes just like the drink Mingyu hands to him when he melts back into the crowd, trying so hard to keep his neck from careening around in search of you. Maybe his face is more of an open book than he thought because his friend is leaning in, vaguely concerned by the crease in his brow.

“You good?” It’s a miracle he can hear him over the blaring of Taehyung’s speakers. There’s already a steady throb forming underneath his skull. He just nods in response, still incapable of stringing words together. Mingyu stares at him hard, before motioning towards the patio doors with a subtle pat of his pockets. They break through the throngs of people together. Jeongguk still feels on edge, but he’s not sure whether it’s the music or the people or the fact that you’re somewhere in his vicinity.

The night air subdues it, cooling his clammy skin. Mingyu digs his lighter out as Jeongguk attempts to wrangle his head out of the clouds and back down to earth. They don’t speak, silently exchanging the joint between them. He’s grateful for the repose, the smoke in his lungs spreading an ease through his tense limbs. It’s only a fleeting feeling though, as Jeongguk takes the moment to shuffle between the thoughts consuming his head because even in the muted silence of the night they’re still demanding to be heard.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, you know you can tell me, right?” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the spiral in his mind, guiding him right into the arms of sanity. He bites his tongue before the words spill out, trying to navigate the mess in his mind appropriately.

“Y/N is here.” That’s what he settles on. The sentence sits between him, accompanied by the harsh drag Mingyu takes on the joint. It’s followed by a contemplative noise and then his friend says something that yanks his eyes to him.

“So?”

“What do you mean, so?” Jeongguk questions, eyebrows raised in bewilderment.

“I mean,” Mingyu returns with a cloud of smoke. “So? She’s here, what does that have to do with anything?”

Jeongguk huffs in response, fixing his gaze back into the midnight shrouded backyard. “It doesn’t have to do with anything.”

“Were you planning on seeing her later? Or?” Despite knowing his friend very well, Mingyu is completely oblivious to the tautness in Jeongguk’s shoulders.

“No,” Jeongguk says. Which, if he’s being honest is partially the problem here. You hadn’t texted him in ages—since the last time you saw each other actually. It rubs him the wrong way, the nonchalance you have towards him considering your arrangement. It doesn’t help that you’re dressed like that. There’s too many questions bouncing around his skull and he doesn’t like the potential answers to any of them because if he considers your current circumstances, they likely don’t factor him in at all.

“So, everything’s okay then?”

“No.” The word escapes his throat before he can tie it up and suffocate it to death. The silence that follows makes Jeongguk consider returning back to the comfort of his room and pretend this conversation never happened.

“Jeon…,” Mingyu starts, gently nudging his arm. “Is this about what you mentioned last time?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” He despises that he simultaneously knows and doesn’t know what’s going on his mind concerning you. Hates it as much as he likes it. “Pass it over.”

Mingyu obliges, his hazy eyes suddenly as clear as the skies above. “I thought you guys sorted your situation out. She came over and left, right? Just sex. Nothing else involved, right?”

He can’t help but snort at that. He knows what he means by that. Except Jeongguk had conveniently left out what he’d asked you moments before you’d skittered out of his room. He couldn’t admit that to anyone just yet, not even Mingyu. It’s worse considering how you’d responded to that tiny display of his emotions.

“No,” Jeongguk returns. “Nothing else.”

“So what exactly is the issue, huh?” Jeongguk feels the exasperation in Mingyu’s voice in his own body.

“It’s not really an issue. I just… There’s something about her—about this—that’s confusing me.” He watches the grey tendrils of smoke part from his lips melt into the air, wishing their ease of motion applied to the complications in his heart.

“So, stop seeing her,” Mingyu offers, like it’s that easy. Except that it isn’t that easy because Jeongguk stays up staring at the ceiling thinking about the way you felt under him and the way you would feel on top of him. You’d left his pillows covered in a sillage of bittersweet cherry and jasmine and now he has a strange desire to smell if off your skin instead. When his hands wander past the band of his underwear the memory of your mouth feeds the heat that swallows him alive. He wishes he could just wipe you clean from his mind, but you’re stuck there, as stubborn as a dark red wine stain.

“It’s not that easy,” Jeongguk returns, tongue pressed against the flesh of his cheek.

“It is,” Mingyu objects. “If you need me to talk to her, I will. You don’t have to do something you don’t want to do.”

“No—no—it’s not—I don’t—I want to do this,” Jeongguk interjects. The wind sweeps away parts of his sentence, like it knows he’s not being entirely honest in his desires. “I’m okay with this, I want h—I want this. Don’t stress about it. If I want to stop, I’ll talk to her myself.”

Mingyu hums, carefully considering his friend. The strain on Jeongguk’s face is clear now, hanging off his usually equanimous features in a manner that unnerves him. “If you’re sure about it,” he says. Jeongguk’s nodding in reassurance before he can question him further. He decides not to push it, respecting the clear boundary that’s been set. But he also can’t help his curiosity. The last time Jeongguk got this guarded over his emotions it ended in a dumpster fire that only time could put it. “When was the last time you saw her?”

Jeongguk’s body stills, reliving both a perpetual dream and nightmare in a millisecond. “I don’t know. It’s been awhile.” That’s a blatant lie because he does know. It’s been roughly thirteen days four hours and a handful of minutes since he’s practically scared you off by asking too much. What you’d said still haunts him a little, and he feels so stupid for even momentarily thinking that what he wanted was acceptable.

“What if I wanted you to stay?”

He’s so stupid.

You had blanched at the question, turning to stare at him like his head had sprouted an extra set of eyes or something. And then you’d giggled, the smile on your lips both heavenly and poisonous, before the sentence you’d uttered in response sent a deadly shot right through his heart.

“Why would you want that?”

He couldn’t even answer that because, truthfully, he didn’t know why he wanted that. He just knew that he did and he didn’t initially think it was entirely bad either. But your reaction was a clear indication that it was, because you’d just laughed a little more, bright and bubbly before bidding him goodbye with the vague promise of texting him later.

The sick thing was that Jeongguk had waited. He’d waited, practically falling over himself every single time a notification hit his phone. And yet, not a single message from you had appeared.

Hours had turned into days and days had turned into weeks. Time had left Jeongguk sure you’d washed your hands clean of him. Except, perhaps, you hadn’t given the welcoming way you’d greeted him in the bathroom. You had held onto him like you hadn’t swept his feelings under a rug weeks ago, still granting him that sunshine smile of yours. Maybe you did still want him—albeit not in the way he wants you. Or maybe you were just drunk and happy. It’d be fitting that you were the type to get drunk and start spreading joy like it was your personal mission. That sounded like you. A bright beacon of laughter and joy admis the chaos of drunkenness. Despite his protesting heart, even the suggestion of it coaxes a phantom of a smile on his lips, his cheeks heating up helplessly.

Jeongguk can tell Mingyu’s got another question lined up but the sound of the glass doors sliding open nips that in the bud. Taehyung saunters out, blatantly ignoring the tense silence filling the air.

“What the hell are you lot doing hiding out here?” Taehyung’s arm is a guillotine blade on Jeongguk’s neck, effectively cutting down the pathetic fantasy of you in his head before it can take flight. He grabs the dying joint from his fingertips, ignoring the irritated stare Mingyu shoots in his direction, and twists to beckon at a group of girls that dwandle in his wake. “Come on, I want you guys to meet someone.” Jeongguk doesn’t know who he’s saying it to and he frankly doesn’t care, moving to lean against the metal railing. He doesn’t miss the gaze that hangs on him for a second too long, taking in the owner of it with a slow sweep of his own eyes. He could use this. A reminder of his stance towards feelings and what really mattered to him. A reminder of what your connection was actually about.

He attempts to ignore how his body leans away when she moves in close, pretty in the moonlight but drenched in the smell of weed and something sickenly sweet. Nothing like your cherry scent. Nothing like you.

A reluctant part of him knows it then, that no matter what he does about it, you’ve done something irreparable to him. The twisted thing is that he doesn’t think he minds it that much if he’s being honest.

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You’re never drinking this much again. The fact that your legs are barely functioning is enough of a hazard but being unable to type or even see your phone screen was beyond debilitating. The only thing keeping you upright was the stone steps aside this random house. How far were you even from your place? You’d come with Haein and Kyungmi but they had, according to the barrage of texts you’d received, already gone home. It’s partially your fault that you had been abandoned. You had left to go to the bathroom, after not telling them where you’d gone, and then vanished into the depths of the house hosting you. It’s not your fault you have a thing for locating rooftops when you’re drunk. Said rooftop had also led you into an interesting conversation with a guy you’re sure was on acid because he kept asking you to shrink your head back down to a normal size.

Really, was not your fault that riveting conversation had kept you up there until somebody came knocking with the message that the party was effectively dead. You should have noticed the deafening music coming to a halt but unravelling the secrets of the colour blue felt more pressing during that moment.

While thrilling, that had unfortunately left you stuck in a part of town you’re not that familiar with, the impending dawn slowly breaking through the night clouds and the Uber app open on your phone. Except you don’t think you’re capable of typing in a coherent address. There’s a few people spilling out of the doors behind you, all heavily plastered and loud. For a moment you get lost in the mention of food floating through the air, feet already moving towards the group in hopes of joining them. Then you hear him, the concern in his words like a harsh shot of espresso on your dying system.

“Y/N? You’re still here?” Your gaze lifts to find Jeongguk staring at you hard. Moonlight swims in the depths of his brown eyes, unveiling his delicate features that are coloured with disconcert. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you return, dismissing his worry with a wave of your hand. “Just need to order an Uber back home,” you pause, tongue sneaking out the corner of your mouth, “And maybe find food.”

He leans in your space, carefully searching your face. “You’re going alone? What happened to your friends?”

“They left,” you say. The words coax an instant reaction on his face before you can even say the reminder of the sentence.

“They left you? Are you serious?” The irritation in his tone takes you aback, your thumb hanging over the confirm ride button as he stares you down.

“By accident,” you amend. “They thought I already went home. It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” Jeongguk returns. “I don’t think you should go alone right now. Are you staying far from here?”

“I’m not even sure where I am right now, honestly,” you laugh. Jeongguk does not join you, which kills the sound in your throat instantly. Judging from the way he glances down at your screen where the app waits for confirmation he clearly doesn’t find this funny.

“You don’t recognise this area?” He asks, expectant. Your eyes widen, gaze quickly skipping over your surroundings. It’s all towering grand trees and lavish buildings. Nothing distinct enough to trigger a memory.

“Nope,” you return, failing to see the importance in his question. Jeongguk’s shoulder sag a little, like you’d popped a balloon inside of him

“My place is like ten minutes away from here,” he says, turning away from you. The surprised noise that falls from your lips is devoured by the comforting chatter of people. Both your eyes settle on a group departing from the house behind you, conversation abruptly put on pause. You spot Mingyu immediately, who uncharacteristically stills when his gaze drops on Jeongguk. There’s a few girls floating around them. Them meaning Taehyung and two other seniors you recognise but don’t really know by name. Regardless, you send him a cheerful wave, shouting a greeting over the chestnut curls adorning Jeongguk’s head. He returns it with a clipped smile, his eyes never parting from Jeongguk’s face.

You have a feeling they’re having a silent conversation right in front of you. But you’re not sober enough to actually care.

“How far is your place?” Jeongguk asks again, twisting away from Mingyu to face you.

“If this is near you, like thirty minutes away.” His eyebrows kiss his hairline, before settling down in resolve that feels cut from stone. “It’s not that far,” you tack on. “I can call an Uber and head home fine.”

“I’ll come with you,” Jeongguk states. Before a comical sound of protest can depart from your lips, Mingyu’s head is hanging over his shoulder, a forbidding presence. The gaze he sets on you is unnerving.

“Jeon,” Mingyu cuts, sending you a brief nod of acknowledgement, “We’re going to Jimin’s right now.” His eyes falter on you for a second too long, almost considering something. The conflict in his eyes is evident. You watch the war in his kind wage with a tight chest. He seems reluctant to say it but eventually his mouth betrays him, “You’re both welcome to join.”

“I’ll pass.” Jeongguk’s answer apparently unsettles the both of you because you both stare at him through wide uneasy eyes. Mingyu’s gaze eventually turns to you and you realise in the lull of the conversation a response was expected.

“I need to head home,” you supply, still trying to figure out how to gently rid yourself of Jeongguk.

Mingyu’s eyebrows virtually relocate to the heavens, his gaze sliding between the two of you sharply. For some reason, your breath is stuck in your throat, unable to break the awkward silence that settles down on you. Jeongguk doesn’t even try, his back permanently facing his best friend. You don’t know what the look Mingyu is giving him means but you’re not sure you like it.

“Alright,” he says. It sounds resigned, but there’s a faint smile on his lips. You give him a brief smile in return, hoping it’ll ease the tension stuck in the air. “Get home safe, Y/N. I’ll see you later, Jeon.”

He leaves with your sole chance of getting Jeongguk off your hands. It’s obvious he’s determined to get you home because he’s already ordering a ride, gingerly requesting your address. It falls on deaf ears because your eyes are still trailing after Mingyu’s retreating figure, bleary gaze blinking hard.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” Wide round eyes demand your attention, his face hanging inches away from yours. You take a step away in response, heels stumbling into the rocky pavement in your rush. Your ass slams into the earth a second later, retribution on your tailbone for mindlessness. “Jesus! Are you okay?” The hands you were evading are already out and ready to save. He seIs upright with a gentleness that further weakens your knees. Or maybe that’s the vodka sneaking up on you. Jeongguk frets like a lover, peering closely at your face, his own contorted as if he’d taken the fall.

“I’m fine,” you assure, gingerly shaking him off. Instead, your legs waver again and his grip on you tightens.

“You’re not,” he returns. “Are you sure you want to go to yours? My place isn’t far from here and I don’t want to leave you alone when you’re like this.”

There’s an objection on your lips but the sudden rush of bile up your throat dissolves it before it can fully form. While you would love to be tucked in your bed, the thirty minute ride with a stranger at the break of dawn was looking more unfeasible with every passing moment.

“How far did you say it was? Ten minutes?” You can do ten minutes, that won’t kill you.

“Basically. It’s a short walk. If you can’t walk, I don’t mind carrying you.”

That gives you the strength to throw his hands off you. You are perfectly capable of walking regardless of how much alcohol is in your system. “I can walk fine, thank you very much.”

You hear the aggravated huff under his breath even with your back turned away from him. “I never said you couldn’t.”

“You implied it.”

“Are we really going to argue about this?” The questioning curve of his dark eyebrow makes you want to say yes, but when your feet nearly tangle into each other you bite back the words and offer him a defeated shake of your head. “Okay, good. Follow me then.”

He snatches up your hand with ease, as if the act is second nature and not a bizarre turn of events. His warm palm perfectly fits against yours, your hands moulding together as if they were crafted with that intended purpose. Normally, you would have never agreed to go home with a guy—scratch that, you’d never even been in a situation where you even offered the chance to go home with a guy. Your virgin predicament was more restrictive than you’d like to admit. It’s not like guys haven’t tried, you just tend to trample on the garden of opportunity before a bud can even break from the ground. It’s different with Jeongguk though. He’s more of an ongoing free trial. So nothing you do or say amounts to anything. That’s why you feel comfortable trailing after him. That and you already know how to break out of his room if it comes to it.

Two sharp corners later and you’re a bit ashamed you hadn’t recognised the neighbourhood earlier. No wonder Jeongguk had looked at you like that. But in your defence you’d only seen him thrice. And the first time doesn’t even count considering you left (read: jumped out the window) five minutes in.

He guides you in silence, only murmuring a small ‘Come on, Bambi’ when you struggle to kick your shoes off at the door. His room is exactly how you found it last time; immaculately clean with a collection of water bottles that would offend any earth conscious soul lined against the floor. You spy two new Marvel figurines on his desk, along with a glowing mechanical addition to his monitor set-up. You linger at the edge of his room, observing through lidded eyes as he moves around, snatching two blankets from his (neatly) arranged closet.

“I’ll take the couch, you can sleep here tonight,” he hands you a shirt and dark pair of sweats that you accept silently. Your feet are still unable to move, the unnerving feeling that you’re intruding keeping the bones in your body stuck. “You can change into these and if you need anything, let me know.”

You nod. Apparently the issue with your legs has also infected your mouth. Jeongguk regards you for a moment, before slowly making his way towards the door. The relief you feel is instant, but it’s swiftly devoured by guilt. Afterall, he’s being very gracious here, and like an idiot you hadn’t even expressed your gratitude. It’s like your brain switches back into your manual mode because your mouth swings open with a request that feels silly even to you.

“Do you have any makeup removers? Or cleansers? Or just soap?” While you don’t mind sleeping with your makeup on, there’s no harm in attempting to wash it off. You doubt Jeongguk has any of that anyway. Except he cocks his head in thought, curls clouding his gaze, before walking back into his room. He swings the door for the bathroom open with a sheepish smile, gesturing to the tiny basket of skincare as your head peers over the threshold. It’s spotless, just like every other space he occupies.

“There’s micellar water, cleansers and moisturisers there. I have extra toothbrushes too, if you need that.”

“Jesus, how many girls contributed to the creation of this collection?” You murmur, sweeping past him to examine the extensive array of facemasks neatly arranged on the bathroom counter. There’s a cooling pomegranate one that catches your eye, a mental note to pocket it forming in the back of your head immediately.

You’re too focused on peering through his collection to spot the sudden rose hue that blossoms across Jeongguk’s skin.

“None? I just like skincare.”

“Hmm,” you return, a small smile spreading across your lips. “Sure.”

He regards you with a funny look as he leans against the door frame, the silver ring on his finger glinting as he toys with it. “What? Men can’t like skincare?”

“Most men use three-in-one everything if they can get away with it,” you reply, popping open the micellar water bottle. “Or nothing at all, actually.”

“Oh, like you’re the expert on men here?” It’s said with a raised eyebrow and muffled scoff, muted but loud in its judgement.

That halts you in your actions, your gaze slowly rising to stare at Jeongguk and the smile on your lips dropping to the pits of hell. It’s obvious what he’s alluding to with that statement, the big fat virgin branding that seems to hang over your head like a bright green Sims symbol. Perhaps he had expected you to laugh or brush it off, but, like most things you don’t like talking about the status of your (non-existant) sex life was a deep insecurity. His demeanour shifts the second you don’t crack back at him, his spine snapping straight with an apology tumbling past his lips.

“Oh—fuck—I didn’t mea—.”

You silence it with a quick turn of your head away from him, shifting towards the mirror where the edges and hollows of your face are drowning under light. “Do you have any cotton pads?” Maybe if you scrubbed the mascara hanging off your eyelashes off you wouldn’t feel like crying.

He retrieves them from the cabinet wordlessly, gingerly placing them in front of you as if you were poised to attack. You accept the offering with a clipped smile, barely looking Jeongguk in the eyes.

“I’ll leave you to it, then. Just shout if you need anything.”

You let him leave in silence, and then proceed to scrub your face clean until it’s stinging raw like the heart inside of your chest is.

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Jeongguk hates himself. He’s trying not to be entirely self-depreciating here but the image of your face crumbling at his poor joke keeps replaying underneath his eyelids. Sleep, normally a very easy activity when he’s drunk, seems to be currently evading him. Perhaps it’s retribution for his careless words, or maybe it’s because he can still hear you in his bathroom. The walls of his dorm building were absurdly thin. At first, he had planned to sleep on the couch, but one trip downstairs had revealed Seokjin wiped out on it, limbs spread in each and every direction. And while he respects your privacy he’s not going to risk waking up with an entire fist (or foot) shoved near his mouth. So he’s camping out on the floor of his bedroom, a blanket loose around his waist and a rolled up towel on his makeshift pillow. It’s a pitiful sight, and it’s something you probably realise too when you step out of the bathroom, the white light bathing your figure bleeding into the dark room. You pause at the doorway for a long second, observing him like he’s a puppy that’s been kicked to the curb, before cutting the light with a soft shut of the door behind you.

You tilt your head, just like you did hours ago, and even in the darkness Jeongguk feels his chest flare up. He’s probably caught a deadly disease or something—this strangely feels like dying.

“Are you serious?” You question, padding towards his bed. His clothes are too big on you, excess fabric swallowing your figure. He’s ashamed of the way his dick twitches against his thigh.

“What?” He replies, gathering the blankets around his waist. You’re clueless, unaware of how his eyes seem stuck on your movements. The bed dips as you sink into it and a memory violently flashes before Jeongguk’s eyes. He has to blink it away, hurriedly shifting up before his predicament becomes obvious. “Are you uncomfortable? I would sleep downstairs but my roommate is—”

You cut his sentence short with a gentle shake of your head. “You don’t have to. The bed is big enough for both of us. And it’s yours anyway.”

“I know but—”

“But?” Your eyes are really cute when you do that, bright and wide as your eyebrows furrow together in question. “It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.”

Jeongguk can’t help the heat in his face. He doesn’t know how to explain to you that that’s the exact problem with his situation. But, like a dutiful puppy, when you pat the space beside you he gets up and climbs under the sheets.

“See,” you reply, tucking the comforter under your chin. “That wasn’t hard was it?”

Wrong. Very wrong. You’ve never been more wrong in your life.

He chokes out a noise of agreement, which turns into an actual choke when your perfume slips over him. Cherries again, but sweeter this time. You must have used his jasmine hair mist spray because it smells vaguely familiar. The two scents combine together well and for a second, the urge to bury his nose in the crook of your neck burns through his body.

(Is he allowed to do that? Is that too much? What exactly are the lines here?).

Silence emerges as you settle, snuggly wrapping yourself under the sheets while Jeongguk finds his body stuck in stiffness. Eventually, it sounds like you’ve fallen asleep, but when his eyes dare to glance over your gaze is stuck on his ceiling, delicate lashes grazing your cheeks with every languid blink in the dark. His feet move automatically, softly nudging against yours. You twist to face him, eyes shining in the faint glow of the moon.

“What?”

Your curt tone kills the words in his throat. For a second, he can’t speak, unable to construct a coherent thought while you’re looking at him. But then you sigh heavily, turning back to face the ceiling and he forces his lips apart.

“I wanted to say sorry. For what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it like—”

“You don’t have to apologise,” you say. “You weren’t wrong.”

“That doesn’t mean it was right for me to say it,” Jeongguk returns, slightly frustrated with how you keep trying to finish his words for him. “It was a shitty joke. I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.”

He expects something, anything from you then. But what he gets in return is silence. And then you murmur into the space between you, voice as light as air.

“You still weren’t wrong, though.”

That stops his heart in his chest, a crack splintering right through it. Before Jeongguk can say anything, you’re shuffling onto your elbows, turning to face him with intent.

“Does my inexperience turn you off? Like am I really bad at this sex thing?”

“We’ve never had sex,” he returns, brain malfunctioning because your boobs are dangerously close to his face. The eye roll he receives is Oscar-worthy.

“You know what I mean, Jeongguk.”

“It’s not,” he says, the connection between his mind and mouth finally breaking free from dick. “It’s really not. You think you’re bad at this?”

The lip caught between your teeth is enough of an answer.

“You’re not,” Jeongguk continues, before the thoughts he can see in your mind glide through the air. “I promise, you’re not. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

“You wouldn’t?” He doesn’t know whether to hate or love how you stare at him in this moment because nobody has ever looked at him like that before. Like he’s holding the weight of their heart in his hands and the final verdict could be a breath of life or a death blow.

“I wouldn’t,” Jeongguk affirms. He watches you sag in relief beside him, an odd feeling blooming between his ribs. He ignores vehemently, hurriedly searching for something to say. “Why would you ask, though?”

“I just feel silly sometimes, you know. Like wow, nobody else but myself has touched me before so I have no idea if I’m doing the right thing. I already overthink most things but this is worse because it’s new to me.”

(Jeongguk shoves the thought of you touching yourself far far away in the base of his mind never to be disturbed again).

“It’s new to everyone at some point, it’s not a big deal,” he says. He vaguely gets where you’re coming from, remembering how nervous he felt around his partners before he got used to it. It’s oddly akin to how he feels around you.

“It’s different, though. Usually it’s two people figuring it out together but in most cases it’s only me, you know.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow at that, his shoulder bumping against yours when he shifts closer. “First of all, there are more people who are virgins than you think.” Jeongguk shushes the scoff you let out with a pointed stare. “And secondly, I feel like I’m figuring things out with you too. It’s like that with every new partner—at least the ones you get to know.”

You elbow his ribs, not sharp but playful. “Really? And what do you know about me?”

He knows far more than he’d ever admit to anyone. He’s not stalking you but you have appeared in his line of vision more lately (he blames it on his sudden hyper awareness of you). One, you have a diet Coke obsession considering that every time he’s spotted you on campus one is lingering nearby. You like collecting pins, if the heavily adorned tote bag you lug to and from class is any indication. You crack your knuckles far too loud for someone who prefers the silent floor of the library. You like skirts and dresses over pants (even if it’s raining). You’ve recently started getting your nails done in elaborate designs that seem impractical at times. Your eyes do this funny thing when you look at him, as if they’re teetering between confusion and affection. You get touchy when you're drunk. You always smell good. You taste even better. Your thighs tense hard when you’re about to cum, almost locking up like your body’s only response to pleasure is to shut down. And when you touch him he forgets how to breathe.

“Not much, actually,” Jeongguk says. You wiggle closer and the last thought in his head becomes a reality.

“I don’t know much about you either,” you say. The wonder in your voice is a viper wrapping around Jeongguk’s neck. “But that’s better for the both of us, anyway.”

“Better? Why would that be better?”

“Because this isn't real, or anything. we’re just friends with benefits… Or strangers actually—strangers with benefits,” you say, shrugging your shoulders like it’s obvious.

Jeongguk closes his eyes because if he doesn’t he might combust. He’s seen more intimately than any other person on this planet and you’re currently lying in his bed wearing his clothes but you’re calling him a stranger.

“What’s wrong with us being friends?” He asks, once his heart has calmed down enough for a rational thought to emerge from his head.

Your nose scrunches in distaste, effectively squashing his heart in the process. “That would be weird.”

“You don’t want to be friends with the people you fuck?” Jeongguk sharply questions.

“I mean, I don’t know. I’ve never really experienced anything like this before so I couldn’t tell you.” Your reply is so innocent that for a second he feels bad for the bitterness in his words. But then you continue speaking and that changes everything. “But maybe, yeah.”

“So why not me?”

You look at him like that option is unfathomable, which hurts more than he expects. “Well… How would that work? Wouldn’t we get attached?”

Jeongguk is very comfortable with the idea of forming an attachment with you. But it’s obvious from the way your eyes flicker between his that you, on the other hand, are not.

“We wouldn’t,” he lies, gaze faltering from yours.

“Oh?” You say, so agreeable even when he’s lying between his teeth. “Okay then, we can be friends.”

He immediately regrets suggesting the idea of friendship the second you say it. Jeongguk does not want to be your friend. The word itself feels like an ugly brand in his skin. He’s not sure what he wants from this but it’s certainly not friendship. But before he can amend this situation, your finger is poking his check, examining his face with newfound fascination.

“What’s your favourite colour?” You ask, the edge of your nail sharp on his skin.

Jeongguk tries not to move. Whether it’s out of fear or desire he can’t tell yet. “Purple.”

“Oh? That’s mine too!” You giggle and the sound seeps into his blood. “Ask me a question next,” you command. Your fingertips trail sound the side of his face, idly flicking the silver hoops dangling from his ear.

“Why?” There’s a shiver down his spine that he violently suppresses.

“Because we’re getting to know each other, aren’t we?”

“Forming a friendship isn’t usually done through rapid fire questions,” Jeongguk returns.

You quirk an eyebrow. “I don’t think anything we’ve done is something that is usual.”

That’s a fair point, something that Jeongguk admits with a heavy exhale. “Okay, then, what’s your favourite movie?”

“Perfect Blue,” you answer. “Yours?”

“Any of the Spiderman movies. What’s Perfect Blue about?”

“It’s difficult to explain.” Your fingers are now slipping down his neck, coming to rest languidly on his chest where his heart is fervently slamming against his ribs. “You like Marvel movies?”

Jeongguk hums, face turning towards yours. “You don’t?”

You’re not looking at his eyes, dazed gaze trained on his lips. The quick swipe of his tongue across them is instinctive, the sudden buzz that zips under his skin when your gaze sharpens nearly sends him into cardiac arrest. The careening from your demeanour disposition into ravening hunter poised for the kill terrifies him, yet, his eyes can’t help but slip down your features, lingering on the span of skin that fleeting escapes from the neckline of his shirt when you shift closer.

“Not a big fan,” you reply. Your nails drag down the length of his chest. There’s not a single functioning blood vessel in Jeongguk’s brain right now. “What’s your favourite season?”

“Winter,” Jeongguk says. He’s going to burn inside out at this rate. “Yours?”

“Summer,” you return, the corners of your lips turning upwards. It’s angelic, despite the way your palm settles right at the base of his stomach, fingertips toying with the hem of his shorts. He forces the question out of his mouth before apprehension can beat it into submission, daunted by your answer but more terrified of how his body will betray him if he doesn’t.

“Can I kiss you?”

You still, gaze finally lifting from his mouth. The look you give him is heavy, digging right through his eyes into the pit of his stomach in search of something Jeongguk wasn’t sure he possessed. But perhaps you find it, because after a painful moment of silent consideration, your lips stretch wide as your body leans into his.

“Sure.”

Then your mouth is on his and the hinges on the door of his desire rip off, leaving him victim to the pit of flames burning wild in his gut. They consume him, like you do, with an eagerness that he revels in, his hands on you in the space it takes between a breath to leave your lungs and enter his. None of his fantasies compare to this, falling flat on his tongue despite the hours he’d spent drawing colour in them. They could never measure up to the taste of you, bright and violent against his lips. His hands fumble with want, travelling from the nap of your neck to the expanse of your hips where he grips tight. A second later and you’re spread out over him, crotch lined neatly into his like your bodies were made to fit into each other. The blood inside of him positively sings, cock straining against the fabric of his underwear. He can’t help the moan that slips from the back of his throat when your tongue meets his, senses drowning in your presence. You grind yourself down on him and even though it stings Jeongguk’s body responds, his hips bucking up in search of more. It’s as if you control every inch of him, from the curls on his head to the nerves under his skin, all under your command. And he’s obsessed with it—he's obsessed with you.

Your mumbles of lack of experience from earlier seem laughable now, because Jeongguk feels like the inexperienced one, practically on the verge of spilling inside of his pants.

Maybe his needs are obvious because you draw away a second later, leaving Jeongguk pathetically chasing after the shape of your mouth, his vision hazy with want. You stop the act with a gentle press of your palm on his shoulder, forcing him into the mattress with a firmness that sends a spark right to the curve of his belly.

“Wait—wait—wanna do something.” It’s huffed out from your wet lips, Jeongguk’s dick throbbing underneath you at the sight of them. He hasn’t forgotten how you looked kneeling before him, lips parted wide for him. He wants to see that again, see your lips stretched around his length, swallowing inch after inch of him under your eyes well with tears and your throat can’t take anymore.

Maybe it’s the liquor talking but he has never been his horny in his life.

“What?” He says instead, taken aback at how breathless he sounds. You tilt your head again, a habit that Jeongguk is quickly learning to adore, as the corner of your lip gets caught in the hold of your teeth. He can see you thinking, stuck between honest reticent and shameful desire. His hips roll into you in return, hoping to sway the tide in your mind. Whatever you’re thinking of, he wants it. More than he’d ever openingly admit. Lucky for him, it does, your eyes fluttering shut when he pulls you into him and a wondrous noise parting from your lips.

“The list,” you mumble, blinking slowly as you resettle on Jeongguk’s dick. “There was something on the list that I wanted to try and I know it’s not the usual setting but since we’re here…”

Fortunately, you don’t know that Jongguk would give you anything you ever wanted anywhere if you asked him. He chooses to hum in response, the pads of his fingers gingerly gliding under the hem of your shirt (his shirt), as he gives you time to gather the moxie to speak.

You do a moment later, trembling when his hands finally get on you. “Wanted to try sixty-nining. Or whatever.”

He ignores the way his tip pathetically leaks at the image that flashes before his eyes, trying to push back the wave already poised to swallow him whole. The damp patch building along the fabric of his underwear would be embarrassing in any other situation but Jeongguk gives into his desires around you, greedily tugging you back down to his mouth.

You kiss him with repose, melting into him with an ease that is terrifying. Time stills, your head spinning as he breathes you in. You part with a muted sigh, lips plush with the memory of each other.

“So?” You ask, impatient with want.

“Okay,” Jeongguk finally speaks, honey gaze trailing across your features. His voice is heavy as it leaves his throat, “We can do that.”

You kiss him again, fuelled by need. The sight of Jeongguk’s flushed face and lidded eyes is devastating. He must feel the same because his hands are quick, tugging your shirt over your head when you briefly break apart to breathe. You’re not even granted a moment to process the cool air settling on your scathing skin, Jeongguk’s wandering mouth already latching on the swell of your chest. His teeth sink in with purpose, hard enough to send a jolt down your spine. The act coaxes his bulge further into your, the expanse of his length teasing your swollen clit. It’s too much and not enough simultaneously and Jeongguk knows you well enough to read this.

His hands rid the sweatpants on your hips with speed, but, in your eagerness to help your legs tangle with his, sending you spiralling off the hold of his lap and into the bed.

Your giggles are infectious, engulfed by the sheets strewn around your body. In your peripheral vision, you catch Jeongguk’s concerned gaze, the faint smile on his lips inducing a matching on yours. “Are you okay?” He asks, hands halted at your hips. You laugh again, forgoing a reply to swiftly kick your sweatpants off (and effectively most of his comforter). This leaves you all but bare, the only thing on your skin a thin black thong. You don’t miss the way his jaw sets at the sight of it, the fingers on your hips digging into your skin tenaciously.

“I’m fine. Your turn,” you murmur, shuffling onto your elbows. His gaze dips to your chest, shifting dark under the faint moonlight. He obeys your command, shedding his clothes as if they’re aflame, leaving only his underwear on. You’ve been trying to overlook the bulge in his pants, revelling in how he felt against you but still somewhat unnerved by it. Even with experience under your belt, the sight of him taut against the fabric of his underwear sends an indecipherable thrill through bones. There’s no denying it now though, your gaze faltering along his golden bare skin down to his crotch.

Jeongguk sees the discontent flash across your face, cautiously drawing near. His hand is on your jaw a beat later, pulling your eyes back to him. It’s wordless, his mouth a source of newfound comfort on your lips, virtually swallowing your trivial worries whole. The simple touch reignites your need, hands automatically reaching out until your writhing against him, desire setting your nerves alight.

“Okay?” Jeongguk asks when your lips eventually part. You’re enraptured by how his eyes glitter even in the dark.

“I’m okay,” you return. Except you’re not. This feeling, the one of ravening emptiness, between your thighs is new. It’s worsened by the mess you’ve made on your underwear, the fabric stuck to your skin with evidence of your desire. You don’t know what’s driving this but you do know that Jeongguk is the only one who can fix it. That’s what spurs your movements, legs easily flinging themselves around Jeongguk’s waist as you push his back into the sheets, pressing down in hopes of easing something. The twitch you get in response momentarily does, before something in your gut brilliantly bursts as his cock throbs against you, wet just like you are.

“Fuck.” There are hands on your hips, gently willing you away but you push back in protest, mind barren of all thoughts but Jeongguk. Despite his actions, his body is on the same wavelength, hips matching the swivel of yours with a carnal greed that leaves your cheeks hot. It’s practically slippery, the two of you leaking onto each other through the material, his tip grazing the swollen nub of your clit with every meeting. He chokes out a moan when you lean forward, your chest pressed flush against his, the hands on your hips clutching tight. “Gonna have to stop that if you want to sit on my face,” he vocalises, voice rough against your skin.

That halts your movements, nerves bright and electric at the reminder. It takes a moment for your brain to recalibrate, before the realisation that you’re both still wearing too much clothes sinks in.

“Off,” you murmur, pulling away. Jeongguk’s hands follow but you direct them back to the waistband of his underwear. “Off, seriously.”

“Bossy,” he twines, but he complies, tugging them off with a single swift motion. There’s a sudden direct connection between your heart and your pussy because the flutter that seizes your walls knocks you off your kilter. You mimic his actions, willing away the fluttering in your belly as you drag your underwear down your thighs. It’s absently discarded, the two of you finally baring it all for each other. The silence hanging over your heads is broken by Jeongguk’s hands grazing your skin, his touch luring a wondrous noise from the back of your throat. It’s ginger, a stark contrast to the hardness of his eyes. They don’t stray away from you, conscientiously committing every curve and edge of your body into his memory.

“Come here,” Jeongguk states, “Want to taste you.” The heaviness in his voice shoots straight to your gut. You know what he means, shifting to turn yourself away from him. It’s oddly more baring than anything you’ve done together before. He guides you towards him, a sigh parting from his lips when you finally settle before his face, the curve of your ass flush against his firm palms. “Pretty,” Jeongguk murmurs into the heat of your skin. You nearly whimper, the slick that slips from you betraying. You can feel his breath against your cunt, grazing along your nerves, as he shifts closer.

The swipe of his tongue along your lips sends you spiralling. It’s heady, eager licks parting your pussy before cautiously dipping inside of you.

“Jeon-Jeongguk…” You mewl, broken at the wantonness of his actions. He hums into you in response, mouth now pressed against your cunt, tongue deep enough to coax your hips into movement. He accepts the pressure of your hips on his face with a groan that vibrates through your bones, his length leaking milky white against the expanse of his abs. You’d momentarily forgotten what you wanted, but that sight is enough of a reminder and your head ducks forward, wet lips settling on the angry red tip of his cock.

Jeongguk almost cums. Almost.

It takes a violent amount of willpower for him to not spill into your mouth, your tongue so eager on his tip that his brain positively short circuits, his own tongue buried deep inside of you. It’s clenched tight by the fluttering of the walls of your cunt, unfettering a carnal part of Jeongguk that he wasn’t even aware of. It’s maddening, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his length, throat gingerly swallowing around more of him with every passing second. He can’t help the low moan that escapes his mouth, tongue finally spilling out of you to swipe at your clit. The tremble that echoes down your thighs eggs him on, the licks he imparts on your clit fast and precise. It leaves his mouth wet and glistening, coated with the slick that seemingly pours out of you. For the first time in his life Jeongguk is overrun with desire, mind lost between the feeling of you against his mouth as your lips work on his cock, the croons in your throat vibrating around his length. He’d thought nothing would be as good as you on your knees for him but this—this—was intoxicating.

He’s close, you can tell, from the way he groans into your cunt and the obvious twitching against your tongue. But you’re not thinking about that, too lost in the way his tongue darts from your clit to dip inside of you, his face buried deep between your thighs. His hands clutch on you tightly, fingers almost tearing past your skin to fuse you into him. Like he can’t get enough. And maybe he can’t because when shift away, knees buckling from the vicious thrill that surges through your body he pulls you back, mouth relentless.

“Jeongguk,” you keen, trembling with the promise of release. You’ve abandoned his needs for the moment, too overwhelmed by your own body to think beyond. He ignores you, delivering brutal flicks on your clit. “Jeongguk—please!” That captures his attention, a moment of relief granted when his mouth departs from your cunt. He delivers a sharp nip at your inner thigh in retribution, huffing into your skin. You can’t see him but you know what he looks like; brown eyes blown out with desire and his petal lips tinged rouge, glistening prettily with your slick. It’s enough to lock the bones in your body, but the feeling of his teeth playfully sinking into the flesh of your thigh again does that and then some. He eases it with a soft kiss, the conflicting ache of pain ebbeding under the tender touch.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, roughened voice cracking into your skin. You hate when he calls you that. It makes your heart swoop into your gut and do flips and tricks that leave you sick.

“Wasaboutocum.” It’s a slur, your mouth and brain effectively disconnected. There’s a beat of silence, before Jeongguk’s mouth is flush against your cunt, blooming a new wave of want that tremors down your thighs.

“Kind of the point here,” he murmurs, licking you idly. You don’t need to see it to hear the smile on his lips. Cocky bastard.

“Yeah, I know,” you mumble. “It felt different though.”

“Different, how?” Jeongguk stills underneath you, bumping his nose against the inner side of your thigh affectionately.

“Just different,” you return, refusing to elaborate. He kisses your thigh again and you try (and fail) not to melt into a puddle of mush.

“Were you going to squirt?”

“Jeongguk!” If you were facing him you’d have smacked his arm in admonishment. He just laughs, peppering another fleeting kiss on your thigh.

“Why are you mad?” He mumbles into your skin, drawing you close with a firm tug of his hands on your hips. “Do it—I’ll take care of you.”

He doesn’t give you the time to rebuttal, tongue back on your clit with purpose. For a second, you lost in the feeling of him, the zealous swipe of his tongue along your cunt consuming you whole. But then you glance down, gaze tumbling on the mess spilling against the curve of his stomach. Your mouth eases back down on him, revelling in the faint flash of salt that coats your mouth, and Jeongguk jolts underneath you. He returns the favour with a groan that coaxes a flood from your cunt, lapping you up like a starved man.

It doesn’t take long for you to begin to unravel again, already on edge from how he’d toyed with you earlier. Jeongguk is more resilient, and eventually your mouth falters from his length, unable to keep up with the assaulting pace he’d set on your pussy. You move unconsciously, grinding yourself into his mouth with a force Jeongguk reciprocates. His tongue is unremitting, even as your high snaps through you, thighs suddenly taut as you leak against his face. The only thing stuck on your lips is his name, murmured into the heavy air like a sinful prayer. The grip on your ass is just as unforgiving, his fingertips roughly digging in as his tongue delves between your lips, lapping up the reminiscents of your release. Your thighs are still quivering when he finally lets up, the automatic need to get away driving your body off of Jeongguk.

You collapse into the sheets face first, walls still clenching tight with every faint tremor of your release. It takes a moment for you to gather yourself, head slowly turning to find Jeongguk staring at you, his eyes dark and his mouth bruised with the memory of you.

“Y-You… Oh my God.” It’s the only thing you can piece together, struggling to even set your vision straight. Every bone in your body feels brand new, a glow blooming through your limbs that you’ve never felt before.

“You didn’t squirt,” Jeongguk murmurs. You don’t notice it, still in a blissful haze, but there’s a dangerous tension present in his limbs that should concern you.

“I didn’t,” you blither. Jeongguk shifts forward as your eyes flutter shut. The hands of your skin aren’t kind, flipping your on to your back with a force that knocks the breath out of your chest, your eyes springing open. He’s settling himself over you, cock still painfully hard. It glistens with the reminiscence of your spit, angry red tip leaking.

“I wanted you to,” Jeongguk murmurs. The calmness in his tone is unsettling, stoking a new pit in your gut that violently curves inwards when he tags you closer, the muscles beneath his sun-kissed skin shifting with the movement. “I said you could,” he continues, firmly arranging you beneath him. There’s a lump in your throat, blood thrumming in your head as you watch him.

“I couldn’t,” you reply, tongue finally unplastering itself from the roof of your mouth.

“Why?” Jeongguk questions, honey gaze locking on you. You can’t discern what’s running in his head but it leaves you breathless nonetheless, skin buzzing with every rough firm touch he bestows on you.

“T’was too much,” you slur, the words retreating back down your throat when Jeongguk cages you in with his broad shoulders, your legs slung around his waist. You can feel him against your thigh, hard and needy.

“I told you I would take care of you, didn't I?” He says, mouth settling on the hollow of your neck. The kiss he plants there makes you swoon, sending a sharp thrill right to your cunt

“I know,” you murmur, trying to figure out when the connection between your heart and pussy formed. It was starting to have a detrimental effect considering Jeongguk was nothing more than a glorified fuckbuddy. Your attempt to will it away is pathetic, abysmal even, almost evanescent before your eyes when Jeongguk shifts upwards, his nose bumping against yours as your lips easily slot into each other. You can taste him on your tongue and you know he can taste himself on yours too, the knowledge driving your mouths apart with a fervour that leaves your heart thumping violently in your chest. Your legs pull him closer, his crotch finally settling on yours.

“We don’t have too.” Is the first thing Jeongguk says when your lips part, his gaze clement.

You roll yours in return. “Wasn’t going to. We’re not there on the list yet.”

The way his eyes widen in surprise coaxes a giggle from you, the sudden urge to place a kiss on hips overriding any sensible thought in your head. Before you can curb the intruding desire your mouth is moving, settling a delicate kiss on the corner of his mouth. Jeongguk leans into it, seemingly no longer perturbed. Or rather placated, unlike your hips shift upward and his mouth splits open with the desire for more.

“I want to take care of you too,” you offer. Your cunt is still slick, aiding the glide of this length between your lips. They practically swallow his length, leaving his cock dripping with every shift between you. Jeongguk’s head feebly drops between the crock of your neck and shoulder, the muffled breathless moans that float from his throat a precious melody. Your fingernails drag down his back as his hips drive forward, back arching off the bed to meet his movements. Jeongguk doesn’t speak, gripping the base of your back to anchor himself between the folds of your cunt. His tip leaks with every slide against your cunt, bumping into your swollen clit whenever he gets too eager. It starts slow, his unravelling, before need takes hold and Jeongguk is manhandling you into place, the piston of his hips unforgiving. You let him use you, succumbing to the thrill of being the sole reason for his pleasure. Somehow, he looks cute too, chocolate waves swaying with every hard runt against you. His moans are delicate, a muffled array of curse words jumbled with the mantra of your name. Then you feel it, the taut pull of his spine under your fingertips, a stillness overtaking his body as he spills against the stretch of your stomach. It’s enough to create a warm milky white pool in the curve of your tummy, the bed sheets beneath you a fellow casualty.

Jeongguk stares at it in wonder, mouth partly agap, before he leans in with a lethal kiss to your throat. You arch into it, fingers tangled in the waves of his hair.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he sheepishly murmurs. You like the way he looks post-orgasm, features glowing bright and a rosy hue flooding his skin. His eyes are so bright, flickering over your face like he’s not sure if he’s dreaming or wide awake. You pull his mouth to yours in reply to that, not caring at all that you’re covered in his cum.

“Let me clean you up,” Jeongguk offers, reluctantly stepping away from your perfect mouth. He returns with a warm damp cloth, diligently wiping you down with a tenderness that flusters you. You are tended to gently, declining an offering of water that floats from Jeongguk’s bathroom as he wrings the clothes clean. When he’s done, you’ve already tucked your naked body back under the comforter, watching him patter around the room idly. The need to be held doesn’t hit you until Jeongguk is slipping into the bed beside you, his arms around stretched open to welcome your body. It’s a welcomed embrace that you easily fit into, your head and his chest perfect puzzle pieces. Jeongguk’s arms are firm around your figure, his heart beating languidly. Yet, your eyes can’t shut, something he takes note of moments later.

“What’s on your mind?” There’s a hint of apprehension colouring his voice, as if he’s afraid of what you might say.

You don’t know what you might say because you don’t even know what you’re thinking right now. It’s all a massive jumbled mess that feels like a collision of your heart and mind and desires. Jeongguk’s reassuring presence isn’t helping either, the comfort you’re deriving from being in arms is treacherous.

“I like it when you bite me,” you say instead, choosing the first ridiculous noncommittal thought in your head to vocalise.

Jeongguk chokes at that, his body tensing under yours. The twitch of his length against your thigh is a warning. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, drawing you close.

You try to ignore the implications of what he means by that, forcing your eyes shut to evade further questioning. You’re aware that Jeongguk said that knowing somebody changes the dynamics of a sexual relationship, but this, the way he was touching you—the way he’s holding you know feels like more than friendship. It feels like more than anything you’re ready for, even if you were eager to please mere moments ago. Which is honestly part of the problem. While you don't have much sexual experience, you know for a fact that fuckbuddies don’t derive happiness from each other. Not like this at least.

You decide to will your eyes shut for now, acutely aware of how fast Jeongguk has fallen asleep beside you. Whatever this is—whatever this feeling constricting your chest is—you’ll deal with it tomorrow. Or maybe you won’t. All you know is that this is starting to get too close for comfort.

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Jeongguk awakens from the best sleep of his life to a nose full of bright cherry and jasmine. It swirls around his heart, his eyes blinking away the night before in favour of the late bright sunlight bleeding through his blinds. His hands move instinctively, searching for the warm body he knows is there. Instead, they are greeted by empty air, a coolness in the sheets that snaps his mind awake. His spine springs up in attention, hazy gaze clearing as he examines the room. There’s no evidence of you, the clothes he had nearly stumbled over last night absent from his bedroom floor. For a moment, Jeongguk’s brain fails to process what it all means; the empty bed, the cleaned floor, the silence in his room. Then his heart hurtles into his gut with a force that cracks right through its centre. You’re gone. You fled from his room like he was a shameful secret—even worse, you’d fled from him the way Jeongguk did to girls he met on nights out. Probably creeped out of his arms, plucking your clothes up while he was dead asleep. His head careens with the information, the realisation slowly sinking in as he slides back beneath the sheets of his bed, blatantly ignoring the sudden ache flowing from his chest.

He’s not sure what he did to deserve this, not when he’d be fairly honest with you last night. Or was it his honesty that drove you away—again. It’s too much for his hungover brain to organise, the dismay sitting in his gut unhelpful. And then a series of rapid notifications that lures his gaze to his phone on his bedside table. The fluttering in his stomach dies instantly when his eyes land on the messenger ID. It’s Mingyu, the partial reason for his current state of despondency. His chest splits when he realises there’s not a single text from you either.

Jeongguk tosses his phone into the corner of his room, roughly yanking his comforter over his head with a wish for the sun to disappear ringing loud in his head.

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