#he's just like my best friend for real <- guy who really misses his college best friend

[astradyke]

i have watched phil's animal crossing series like several times at this point how did i not realize that the latest one (#4 phil gets a boyfriend!) debuted the dyed green shoes...

[id: phil lester wearing a white shirt and a open button-up with brightly colored animals, holding and gesturing at a green shoe. end id]

ok first of all he's so princess baby girl here sorry

secondly this preceded the knowledge that phil dyed their bathmats and towels (and shirts but that's less shocking to me) green... like without the greater context this makes so much sense and then you get to the keeping/yeeting video and it unravels. also as someone trying to investigate the processes of dying clothing i can't fathom like... did he just have a massive tub of green dye and throw the mat in there? the mat and towels look so splotchy i'm just really perplexed.

sorry as i said i binge 2020-2023 phil solo content when i'm stressed and have also separately watched the keeping/yeeting video a lot so it's perpetually on the mind one might say

[gutterfuuck]

sukuna smut… ur his nephew’s hot new best friend from college…

cw: mdni!!, agegap (sukuna in late 40s, reader in early 20s), modern au, dad/daddy kink, sukuna is high key problematic, lmk if i missed anything this is just a little thing so i can continue on my writing streak haha!!

ur bff yuji’s uncle sukuna is so hot. he’s tall, covered in tattoos, had muscles that flexed with the slightest movements… god he was so fine. he asks you if you want to feel his biceps one day after he catches you staring at him working out, sitting up from the rusty bench press and lowering the weighted bar onto the frame as he wipes his forehead with his forearm. he smirks as you approach him timidly, “c’mon, i don’t bite.” he chuckles, taking your shaky hand into his and pressing it to his arm, making you press your thighs together with how close he was to you.

ur bff yuji’s uncle sukuna who starts sending yuji to the store or on little errands when you’re over at the house, spending the time his nephew was absent flirting with his sweet little friend. “skirts a little too short, don’t you think?” he’d say as if he was making a joke, raising his eyebrow when you’d become flustered with your words and start stuttering. you’d worn that skirt just for him, you were so glad he’d noticed! yuji comes back almost an hour later with shopping bags in his arms, thinking nothing of the way his uncle gives you a slip of ripped paper with his number on it.

ur bff yuji’s uncle sukuna who makes you feel like, so grown up! you and him start to hang out together, he takes you out on his motorbike and lets you drink beer with him! he treats you like a real real adult, like the adults who have mortgages and homes. you two were just two adults, doing adult things!

ur bff yuji who catches on to it and is like, sooo grossed out! he yells at sukuna, something about him being a scumbag, right in front of your face when he realises his uncle’s hand inching up your skirt. of course you’d go after him, but later… you were too wasted to leave the house now, it was dark outside and creeps were out and about!! you’d apologise to yuji later, try and get sukuna to apologise, too! it wouldn’t be hard to tell him you guys weren’t dating, because you really weren’t! sukuna just… liked to get handsy. he’s from a different time, don’t you know it was polite to grope girls as a compliment?

ur bff yuji’s uncle sukuna who tells you since you’re an adult, just like him, maybe it’s ready for you to do adult things together, behind closed doors. your worry shifted from what you’d tell yuji later to the stiff rod that poked you in your thigh as sukuna slotted his hips into yours, kissing you softly before licking your lip and nipping on it, making you gasp as he pulled away and pinched it between his teeth before he let go. “c’mon, it’ll feel good… you want your first time to be with someone experienced, right?” he coaxes as he licks your ear, his hands softly gripping your body.

ur bff yuji’s uncle sukuna who’s got you dry humping him, hips melding against each other as you both made out sloppily, his strong arms holding you in place so he could rub his clothed hard cock right against your slickening pussy. he’s somewhat gentle until you accidentally call him dad- and then uncle- and then finally sukuna, a slip of tongue like when someone would call a teacher ‘mom’ on accident. sukuna didn’t care, he wanted to tear your clothes straight off of your body. young pussy was the best, especially young drunk pussy. he couldn’t wait to promise you only the tip, just so he can keep budging himself into you until he bumped right against your cervix… couldn’t wait to bounce you up and down til you were squealing out his name all high pitched and bubbly with your sweet voice cracking—

“filthy nasty bitch- was that really an accident or did you really wanna call me dad? uncle, maybe? you like it when uncle’s balls deep in your wet cunt…? h-hah, nh- did you really just tighten up just now, fuckkk… dirty little slut loves dad’s dick, hm? fucking d-disgusting— you’re getting off more than me now, hnm?” he talks and you can hardly process his words, fucked dumb with your eyes rolled up into your skull…

sukuna couldn’t wait to show off his new pretty little thing to his friends. if he’s feeling generous, maybe he’d let them take you for a test drive too. it was only last week he listened to toji bitch and moan about how he hadn’t had good pussy in a while and it really didn’t take much for you to listen to your bff’s older, tattooed, tall and hot uncle sukuna…

[happy74827]

Burning Bridges

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Upon an incident that was out of your control, Dexter comes to the realization that it wasn't just a coincidence.

WC: 1951

Category: Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort

I forgot how much I missed this show (him), so I decided to write another. It's been so long since I last wrote for him that I actually see the difference in my writing. It's wack.

『••✎••』

Dexter was many things… a brother, a son, a pro bowler, a serial killer… but what he lacked was being a good friend.

He didn't understand friendship or its value. It was something that he simply couldn't grasp. Sure, he was able to fake it well enough in order to make sure that people liked him and didn't find him too creepy or strange, but there was never any real emotional connection. In his mind, everyone was either someone he needed or someone he didn't need, and he would treat them accordingly. The only exceptions to this rule were his sister, Debra, and you.

The two of you had met back in college, having been assigned to be each other's partners for a group project. It was a poetry class and a course that Dexter hadn't really wanted to take, but a general education requirement and the promise of an easy A convinced him to at least show-up and suffer through it. Well, for a guy who had to fake every single aspect of his personality in order to fit in with society, it turned out that poetry didn’t come quite as easily as he thought it would.

He had always found the art form to be rather silly, with all the emphasis on metaphors and flowery language. There was no purpose or goal other than to be creative and artsy, and it bored him to no end. The first time you had sat down with him to discuss the project, you could tell how much he didn't want to be there, and the look of complete disinterest on his face as he tried to figure out what your poem meant was the most hilarious thing that you had seen in a while. You couldn't help but laugh, the sound of which made him sit up and give you a quizzical look.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, confused.

"Nothing," you replied, still giggling. "It's just that I can tell that you don't like poetry."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you haven't said a word; you're just sitting there, staring off into space and twirling your pencil between your fingers," you told him, and he glanced down at the utensil as if he didn't realize that he was doing that.

"Oh. Sorry, I guess," he apologized, his tone making it clear that he was actually a little annoyed at having been called out on his inattentiveness.

"That's okay. I like poetry, so I'll be happy to do most of the work," you offered, smiling sweetly, and his eyebrows raised.

And that you did. In fact, you loved it so much that you majored in English and planned on getting your Masters, while Dexter got his degree in criminology. It was a nice trade-off because while he struggled in poetry, getting down into the debts of his feelings that were nonexistent, you struggled with chemistry, unable to wrap your head around the subject no matter how hard you tried.

So, the two of you had a mutually beneficial agreement. You did all the work for the poetry class, and in exchange, he tutored you in chemistry and made sure that you got a decent grade. Once the class was over and done with, the two of you stayed friends, though you had very little in common. Dexter had no interest in books, and you had no interest in criminology. He was a loner, and you had plenty of friends. You were a romantic, and he was completely unromantic. He didn't even have a girlfriend, and you had been in three different relationships over the course of the two years that you had known him.

Still, the two of you got along well enough. You were one of the only people that Dexter could actually stand for more than five minutes, and he was the same to you. So you went out to the bar sometimes, hung out with his sister, and did your best to keep him company while also doing your best to try to set him up on dates, hoping that one of these days, he'd actually find someone. It eventually did work out when you found him Rita, but as of right now, she had broken up with him, and he was back to being a lonely bachelor which it didn't bother him much until now.

You were in the hospital, your head wrapped and bandaged like a mummy. You were apparently attacked outside the grocery store, and if it wasn’t for the small instructions he had given you for self-defense, you most likely wouldn’t have survived.

At first, Dexter didn’t think of it as anything important in terms of his line of work. He believed it to be a coincidence, a random crime in the night. But it turned into something more the night he decided to visit with some cake.

“How’s the head?” He asked as he came inside, seeing you propped up reading. Of course, you were reading.

You shrugged. “Like I’m wearing a sweater hat, but it doesn't hurt, so there's that." You paused, setting down your book and glancing at him. "I’m still salty about my groceries. Almost two hundred dollars I spent on that stuff. Gone. Wasted. Poof."

Dexter had to chuckle a bit. "Hey, I can't do much about the food, but I brought you something," he said, revealing the white box.

"Is it chocolate? If it is, I love you," you joked.

"No, it's just vanilla. But, here."

He opened the lid and showed you, and you immediately lit up.

"Awww, Dexter! You are the best friend ever," you gushed, giving him a warm smile.

He smiled back. "It's the least I could do."

He was cutting it up for you when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t seem to notice, but out in the hall, a shadow passed by the window. His body went on alert, eyes flickering towards the door. He couldn’t see much, but he could make out an elderly man with gray hair and a beard.

Dexter's face remained unchanged, though his body language betrayed him as he sat the cake knife down. He knew that look. That look in a man's eyes when he was looking at prey. This was a predator.

"Hey, uh, what was that description again? Of the man who attacked you," Dexter asked, his tone a bit distracted.

"You mean Santa Claus on drugs? That pretty much sums it up. Why?" You looked up, confused.

"I don't know. It's probably nothing."

But it was something. The man had apparently come back to finish the job, and Dexter's jaw clenched at the thought. He was already planning his death in his mind. It wouldn’t be pretty. He gave you a piece of cake, swearing that he’d be back soon before going after the man. He stopped at the lobby momentarily, informing Angel to keep an eye on you, which, of course, the cop complied with.

Angel was a good cop. He was loyal, smart, and a damn good shot. But there was one thing that made him a great cop. He cared about his city and the people in it. He would protect the innocent no matter the cost, especially when it came down to those he was closest to. He was the kind of guy who would risk his life without a second thought if it meant saving others.

This is why Dexter liked Angel and why he was the only one that he trusted with this job.

Finding the man was extremely easy on his part. Dexter already knew what the guy’s plan was, so he stuck around outside the parking lot, watching the shadows. After a few minutes, the man appeared, heading towards the entrance once again.

He never got that far.

A hand was clamped over his mouth while the other dragged him away from the double doors and towards the side of the building. Dexter didn’t pull out his knife, though, only resorting to his arms as he applied pressure against his throat. The man fought, trying to break free, but he didn't get the chance. Dexter didn’t kill him, no, not yet, but his arm was still strong, and he had no plans to let go.

“Listen closely. If you so much as look the wrong way, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. Understand? Nod if you do," he threatened, his voice calm and even. The man nodded, terrified, his eyes wide.

"Good," Dexter replied, “Why are you here?"

The man was quiet, but he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were watering.

"Talk. That girl, why are you after her?"

"I’m not—”

"You attacked her, and now you came back to finish the job, did you not? Who sent you?"

The man was sweating; his face was flushed and red. Dexter was pressing too hard, and his victim was starting to lose air. He didn’t care.

"Who?" He repeated.

The man choked, unable to speak.

"Last chance. Who sent you? And don't lie to me."

The man didn’t answer, and Dexter tightened his hold. That finally did it. The man began to squirm violently, trying to break free, but it was too late. His face started to turn purple, and Dexter had to adjust his grip and pull him closer.

“It wasn’t personal! I had to! I didn't have a choice! It was just a job!" He gasped out, struggling for air. “I got paid to do it. I was just doing what I was told! Please, please, don't kill me."

"Who was it?"

"I—I don’t know. It was some lady. I met her at a bar. She didn’t give her name, but he wasn’t American. She gave me ten thousand dollars and told me that the job was to attack this chick in the parking lot and make it look like an attempted robbery. Said it had to be done in a couple of days. Listen, man, I didn't want to do it. But the money—"

"What did she look like?" Dexter cut in.

"Dark hair. Young. I don't know! I don't know, I swear. She wore sunglasses the whole time. Please, don’t kill me. Please."

Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks. The Dark Passenger was roaring, the realization washing over him like cold water.

Lila.

Everything made sense now. The way she had suddenly showed up out of nowhere, the incident outside the bowling alley, her sudden interest in you. It all made sense. She was behind it. She had done it.

Dexter wanted to snap the man's neck. He wanted to rip his throat out. He wanted to take his knife and stab him over and over again, to punish him for what he had done to you, but he refrained. He had the answers he needed, and the cameras around were still running.

He dropped him and watched him collapse, gasping for air. He didn't move, too scared and in shock to do so. Dexter didn’t say a word; his anger was silent, but it was boiling beneath his skin.

He was going to kill her. He was going to hunt her down and end her, and there was no place on Earth where she could hide.

“You ever, and I mean ever, come near her again; I will tear out your spine and make you choke on it. Understand?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I understand."

Dexter didn’t say anything else; he simply walked off, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He had a lot to think about.

[misserabella]

come over.

+18 fem! reader

synopsis; strangely enough, your number one enemy since kindergarten and captain of the basketball club of your college calls you up one night begging you to come over to his dorm room. after knocking on his door, things will take a turn that you would have never expected.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

a/n: i don’t feel too confident about this shot, but i miss y’all and i need to get over my writer’s block. i hope it’s not as much as a disaster as i see it and that you all love it. （ ; ; ）

CW;; cursing, dirty talk, nipple play, bullying and fights, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, hair pulling, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

word count;; +5k!

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

You were having a really bad day. Not bad, horrible.

First of all, your alarm didn’t go off for some stupid reason and caused you to 1. getting late to school and 2. getting your teacher to lower your grade just because he’s a goddamn asshole that hates you. Second of all, you’d forgotten your lunch and your wallet, so you were now starving unable to buy anything to eat (thank god your best friend Robin shared with you her sandwich or else you would be dead by now). And third of all…

“And what do we have here?”

Him.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your skin heating up and your insides turning with disgust and anger as you turned around to face the most annoying fucking person you’ve ever met.

“Give it back, Harrington.”

Steve Harrington, the name that would appear on your worst nightmares, the monster under your bed, the last person you’d ever want to live through the end of the world with... Your enmity had been going strong since kindergarten, when he had picked on you for your looks since day one just because. Then, he started to tell his friends and those around you to not go near you or else they’d catch lice. He needed to be on top of you all the time; if there was a race on P.E, he’d make you trip with his foot to get you on your knees and win (leaving you all bloody and injured), if there were presentations to be made in front of the whole class he’d crack up jokes to make everyone laugh at you, giving you quite the public anxiety and if you somewhat got to win him in anything (probably at grades) he’d go nuts and get so pissed that he’d make your life impossible for the next few months by trashing your locker, ‘accidentally’ throwing his drinks all over you, telling the teachers that he saw you cheating…

It only got worse when you found your best friend: Eddie Munson, who was too an outcast. You became inseparable, and since then you two were the ‘freaks’ to the whole high school just because you liked rock and metal songs.

He smirked, taking a look at the poster that you were just about to hang on your university’s ‘news wall’. It was Eddie’s, he was about to go on a tour and had asked you if it would be okay to hang some posters to let everyone know. Through the years, Corrored Coffin had gained fame and a lot of followers.

“The freak is going on a tour?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows. “Disgusting. He really thinks he’s gonna become a superstar or some shit…”

You fisted your hands, your heart being squished under the nickname that your friend had had to grow up with just because he liked things the others didn’t.

“Don’t call him that.” you said, your eyes straight into his.

“ ‘Freak’?” he teased you, swaying away the poster when you tried and take it back. “What do you want me to call him then? I could call him a girl, because he surely isn’t a man with that hair of his and that stupid makeup he’s always wearing…” he though out loud, when he noticed your furious expression, he simply shrugged. “Just stating facts.” the people around you had gathered to listen to your bickering. It was a daily coincidence now, Harrington being always the one looking for trouble. Some of them laughed at his words… Jerks. Just like him.

“You know what, Harrington? Sure, call him whatever you want.” you said, ripping from his hands the poster. “But I assure you, that you’ll never be not an inch of a man that he is, if you are bright enough to know what I mean by that.” your eyes wondered to his crotch and that made the crowd burst out in laughter. You were filled with proudness when you noticed his jaw tightening and his body going stiff. You were no outcast now, you were popular to be honest, and everybody knew the two of you since Harrington was the basketball team captain and you the cheerleader team captain. It was hell on the games, each of you always fighting each other off. But your teammates had grown so accustomed to it that they just laughed at your little fights. “So go ahead and run your mouth, ‘cause I’m sure yours will never get to places his have never been.” you leaned in. “And hold your tongue, ‘cause Eddie knows how to use his really well.” you whispered inches away from his face, giving him a wink before stapling the poster to the board and leaving him behind with tightened fists and heated cheeks.

It was a big day for you and your team, and you didn’t have time for play dates.

—

“y/n!” your eyes shone when to your ears the familiar sound of your best friend’s voice ringed.

You turned around, with your pompoms in hand and high ponytail, your college’s cheerleader uniform shining due to the lights that lightened the whole basketball court.

“Eds!” you smiled, so bright that almost blinded, running and jumping on your friend’s arms, who easily caught you and squeezed you in a tight hug. “You made it!” you laughed as he twirled you around.

“Of course I made it, it’s your big night after all. Although I still don’t get this basketball and cheering thing…” he left a sweet peck on your cheek. “But look at you all dolled up! Is it for me?” he winked, leaning just the slightest in, enough for him to whisper on your ear.

You laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. “Of course Munson, you know I’m all yours.” you winked back, making him let out a quick laughter.

“I really need to put a ring on you, Mrs. Munson.” he pointed at you as the music that let the public know that the match was about to start started to play through the speakers and he backed off to the stairs to sit and leave you to your cheerleading.

“I’ll be waiting on it, Mr. Munson!” he sent you a flying kiss that only made you giggle and roll your eyes. You loved Eddie, he always found a way to make you laugh and that’s something that you truly appreciated. He was the only one that truly got you.

You turned around to call for your teammates, your smile fading as fast as your eyes bumped against those brown ones that you do well knew at this rate. Harrington looked at you with such a pissed expression… Water bottle tightly clutched in one of his hands, about to burst. He let it fall to the ground along with the towel that stood on his shoulders when his coach called out for him with his whistle, giving Eddie, who was on the first step on your back a death glare as he ran to the center of the court to shake hands with the other team captain.

What the…

“Girls come on!!” you called for the cheerleaders on your team as you still looked at the stiff body of your incarnated hell. What the fuck is wrong with him? “Assume positions!”

Not my problem.

You shrugged it off and started to cheer for your team along with the public that had come to watch the match, most of them students from both colleges. And through all of it, you tried and ignore the harsh eyes that bore holes on the back of your neck, even if your skin felt like being on fire.

…

It was late at night in your dorm room, Robin having left to stay at his girlfriend’s, Nancy, house since it was Friday. You were snacking on some candy and chips as you watch your favorite show, Teen Wolf along with Eddie, who had sneaked to your bedroom, laying in your bed fully covered and with your pjs on. After the game, which you sadly had lost, you had watched as a very infuriated Steve walked out of the court and the gym, not without giving you and Eddie, who was hugging you and congratulating you for your efforts regardless of the result of the match, a pretty harsh glare that clearly said ‘fuck you two.’

Jeez, you didn’t know what has gotten him so riled up that afternoon but you surely hoped for him to go and drown his sorrows somewhere as quietly as possible and leave you alone.

“Hell yeah!” you cheered to the power couple as they shared their first kiss, almost jumping and throwing all your chips around and on your best friend when Isaac and Allison finally shared their first kiss.

“Ugh. Really Allison?! I was expecting better from you.” the curly haired metal head gasped, acting hurt at the ‘betrayal’. He was team Scott. Which was obviously stupid since he now liked Kira.

“What are you talking about?! Scott has moved on, doesn’t she have the right to do so too?” Eddie gave you a side glance as in a ‘no’, but he quickly laughed when you hit your shoulder with a ‘hey!’.

Your attention was completely on the screen when your phone started buzzing on your side table. You took a new bite at your candy as you reached for it, still not focusing on it as you took. the call. It was probably Robin calling to check in.

“Hello?” you talked into the line, waiting for a few seconds for an answer that never came. You checked the screen, ‘Unknown number’ showing on its center. You furrowed your eyebrows “Hello? Who’s this?” Eddie paused the series and rose to sit up on your bed along with you, mouthing a ‘who’s it?’. You simply shrugged and mouthed back a ‘no idea’. The sudden appearance of a sharp and heavy breathing caught you off ward for a couple of seconds before you rolled your eyes.

“Are you serious?” you huffed, thinking it was a stupid phone call. “We're in college, how about we stop playing Scream and start being more matures?” you said, and just as you were about to hang up, a rather familiar voice croaked out:

“y/n."

You froze, your breath hitching as your brain tried to convince himself that you had heard right “Harrington?” you were in shock for a couple of seconds, Eddie furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you in utter disbelief. When the casual anger grew inside you with just the mention of his name appeared you snapped at him. “Do you know what hour it is… No. Why the fuck are you calling me in first place?” you rolled your eyes. For just a couple of hours that you were enjoying yourself with your best friend, of course he had to come and ruin it. He always does and always will.

He was silent for an instant before his voice breaks out in a whimper that makes your stomach flip.

“Please.”

“W…What?” your eyebrows were knitted together so hard it was painful. Eddie just hits you in the arm, silently asking you to tell him what’s going on. You just swatted his hand away and lift a finger to quiet him.

“Please.” he repeated.

“Are you drunk or something? You should-“ you started, but he was quick to cut you off.

“y/n…” that was something different. The way your name fell from his lips in such need, hunger… “Come over. Please come over. I need you so bad…”

“I-“

“y/n, what is it?” Eddie spoke up, and you could hear the tension from the other part of the line rise.

“Fuck. Is Munson there with you?” Harrington affirmed more than asked.

“y/n!” Eddie asked again.

“y/n.” but the voice of Harrington on the other line had you too out of focus. The way you could hear the begging on his tone, the need…

You didn’t know what had gotten over you, but you found yourself quick on your feet to grab your dorm keys.

“Wait for me.”

Eddie stood up as well and watch you hang up and made your way out of your room after putting on a pair of shoes.

“Where are you going?” Eddie inquired, completely and utterly lost. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I think there’s something wrong with Harrington. You can continue with the serie and use my bed, alright?” you quickly muttered, and when you caught him stepping closer and raising his hand to say something and find out whatever the hell was going on, you closed the door on his face.

You made your way over to the guy’s room wing, having been there before to parties and so. And before you knew it, you had knocked on his door. You didn’t have to wait a long time before he appeared on it’s threshold, his normally perfectly combed hair being a mess, shirtless and with only a pair of sweats on. He looked like a mess, with red cheeks, swollen bitten lips, glassed eyes and shaky breathing.

“Harrington, what the hell are you…” a scream almost got ripped out of you at the harsh yank that took place on your arm. Before you knew it you had been pulled inside and smashed against the now closed door of his room, his body towering over yours and his breath caressing your face.

Fuck. You’ve never been this close before.

“You’re driving me insane.” he said, one of his hands cupping your cheek, dark shiny eyes connecting with yours before they’d drift back to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me all day. Knowing that Munson got to touch you, taste you… Is killing me. And him being in your room? Having you in his arms? Thinking about him just touching you is… Fuck.” you chocked. You didn’t understand. Wasn’t he supposed to hate you? Despise you? Then why…? “I can’t stop imagining him kissing you, holding you…” his thumb pressed over your bottom lip, tugging on it, admiring. “You were supposed to pay attention to me. You were supposed to think about me.” your heart was thumping against your ribs, and you felt like dying when he harshly kissed you. It was fast, and angry. His tongue was quick to push inside your mouth, your teeth clashing and your body being pulled against him. You whimpered, your hands finding his hair as you pulled him closer. You’d never felt that way. How your whole body seemed to combust, the shaking of your limbs, the thumping of your heart…

But what was going on? ‘Pay attention to him’? ‘Think of him’? What was that supposed to mean? Did Harrington always treat you badly to get your attention? To get under your skin one way or another?

You were burning, so badly that he felt like snow.

“Fuck.” he muttered as he pulled away. “Been dreaming of doing that since the first time you yelled at me.” you whimpered when his warm hands took a harsh hold of your waist, pulling you against him close and tight enough for you to feel just how hard he already was on his sweats.

His mouth was back on yours, and your whole world was spinning. His hair on your hands, his gasps against your lips, his musky scent…

“Yeah, that’s right.” he muttered, a little smirk showing in his factions when he noticed your daze and unfocused eyes. “Focus on me. Just me.” he whispered on your ear before his lips latched to your neck, sucking on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You moaned, his hands sneaking inside your pj’s shirt and slowly making its way upwards, towards your chest.

“Fuck, Harrington.” you gasped when his warm hands took your tits, massaging them and rolling your nipples in between his fingers as he pressed a leg in between your legs, making your aching pussy brush against the lean muscle of his thigh.

“Steve.” he corrected. “It’s Steve for you, baby.”

“Steve.” you moaned when he pushed upwards with his leg, helping you ride it.

“That’s right. But you need to say it a little bit louder, hm? Need to let everybody know that it’s me who you are moaning for.” you whimpered at his words, his large hands leaving your chest to take your hips and pick you up to make his way to his king size bed.

You felt almost crushed against the duvet when he pinned you down to it underneath his weight. Almost, ‘cause right at that exact moment, you just wished he could be closer, he could be harsher, smush you against the bed and fuck you senseless ‘till you are nothing more than a babbling mess.

“That’s right.” he smirked when you pulled him closer, choked when his hands where once again pulling your top up slowly. “Fuck. You drive me insane.” he muttered when your chest was fully uncovered. “Fucking beautiful.” you moaned when his mouth left wet kisses on your chest. His tongue circled your nipples as one of his hands made its way to the seam of your pajama pants and panties, which stood completely soaked in arousal.

“Steve.” you cried out when his fingers caressed you from over the lace of your underwear, chuckling at the wetness of them.

“You are so wet for me already, such a good girl…” you almost whimpered, your cheeks blushing at the praise, something that didn’t go unnoticed. “You liked that, hm? Like to be my good little girl?” you nodded, your legs shaking when he finally pushed down your underwear and pjs to touch you. You gasped when his rough and thick fingers pressed against your core, sliding through your folds, pooled in your arousal. “So fucking wet.” he cursed as he circled your clit, making you moan. His touch was electrifying. “Is all of this for me?” you once again nodded. “I need to hear your pretty voice. Speak up for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes… It’s all for you.” you managed to sputter out.

“Mmh…” he hummed happily with the answer, smirking when you let out a loud moan as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, instantly hitting that spongy spot that could make you come over and over again. “Then I guess that if it’s all for me… I could have a taste. Isn’t that right?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you suddenly felt his tongue around your clit at the same time as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, slowly enough to have you gripping at his hair and bucking your hips in search of more.

He complied, starting to eat you out like a man starved. And he kind of was, having been craving you for years and years… He craved you, needed you so badly that his composure had plummeted once you’ve told him that Munson had touched you, kissed you, tasted you first… He wanted you. Wanted you to be solely and completely his.

“Ah, Steve, shit…” you were so sensitive. More than usually. Was it because Steve was too good at eating you out or because it was Steve who was eating you out?

“Louder, baby. I need you to be louder for me.” he said before going back to you, his tongue lapping up at your juices and adding another finger. Their thickness made you cry out his name loud enough for the whole floor to hear. You just hoped that there was no teacher doing the check-ins that night or you’d be screwed.

“Steve, I’m… I’m gonna…” your grip tightened on his hair.

“You’re gonna come? Gonna come on my face, hm?” he curved his fingers upwards, relentlessly hitting your g spot over and over again, pulling you closer to your orgasm. “Go ahead, come for me. Let me have it.”

He didn’t need to say it twice. With his tongue back circling your clit, you moaned as you came, harsh, on his tongue, him helping you to extend you climax by thrusting in and out his fingers whilst lapping at your release, drinking everything you had to offer in between moans and hums.

When he let go of you, licking his two fingers clean, you where a flustered mess; with your hair sticking everywhere, red cheeks, swollen lips and glossy eyes. And he wasn’t that different from you, with his chin and red puffy lips shiny with your juices, his cheeks were flushed and his hair a beautiful mess that you had created in between tugs and caresses. He looked beautiful, so beautiful that you couldn’t help dragging him towards you to taste yourself off of his lips, one of your hands finding his aching and swollen cock, that pushed against his sweats in need of release. He groaned in your mouth, pulling from your hair to part ways.

“Steve…” you cried out, your eyes half-lidded with need, your pussy aching for him, for something to fill you to the brim, to stretch you out, break you.

“What is it, hm?” oh but he already knew… “Haven’t you had enough already? I gave you my fingers and my mouth, is that not enough for you? What a needy slut…” you moaned at his harsh tone and degradation, the contrast with the recent praise making your skin burn and your body cry for him. You needed him so badly… So much that you swore you could die. “Want me to fuck you, hm? Want me to make you cum all over my cock? Have you all brainless as I use you? Pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes please Steve, please, I want it.”

“So pretty begging for me, do you want it that bad?” you nodded, squirming under his touch and whimpering when he gave your thigh a harsh slap. “Can’t hear you, beautiful.”

“Yes.” you cried out, loving how harsh he was treating you, loving the idea that he would use you just for his pleasure.

“Then say it. Beg me to fuck you.” another spank.

“Please Steve, I want you to make me cum all over your cock, please, please, please… I need it. I need you.” tears swelled in your eyes as you stuttered.

“Good girl. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” he said with a smirk, quickly shoving his sweats and underwear down his thighs to discard them aside. You almost choked at his size. You couldn’t take that.

Steve’s dick was huge. So thick and large that you knew that he’d tear you apart, stretch you out so good that would leave you sobbing and drooling against his pillow as he fucked into you over and over again.

“Gonna let me fuck you raw? Let me cum inside and fill you up?” he inquired, and you just nodded, too focused on the pink of his head beaded in pre-cum, on the veins of its sides and the brown curls at its pretty base.

“Yes, please, Steve, I want your cum.” you pleaded, and he groaned, once again pinning you underneath him and kissing you feverishly. You parted your legs for him to position himself in between them. You gasped on his mouth when you felt his head play with your cunt, slowly dragging himself up and down in between your slicked folds to lube himself up, teasing you at your entrance, pushing just the slightest against it. You were so fucking wet… More than you had ever been before.

Your nails found his back as he finally, after hearing your pleads and begging, aligned himself and started to push the��� tip of his cock inside, leaving you breathless at the stretch.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” he hushed you as you whimpered with every inch. “You are gonna do good for me, isn't that right baby? You are gonna take it, gonna take my cock and cum on it over and over again, right?” you nodded, sinking your nails deeper in his skin, deep enough to make him bleed. But Steve didn’t care, ‘cause he was finally making you his, and you were so goddamn tight he was losing his mind.

You were crying of pleasure and due to the overwhelming sensation of his huge cock when he finally had settled himself fully inside, his tip reaching places you’d never dreamed of, his girth stretching your walls so good it was almost painful. Almost.

"Fuck. Look at you. Already crying and I haven't begun to fuck you yet.” you moaned when he started to slowly fuck into you, so deep that you were going crazy. You needed more, so much more. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”

“More. Please Steve, more.” you called out for him, your whimpers filling the room more and more as he started to move faster and faster.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fucking take it.” he groaned, lost on how good you felt. He never wanted to leave. Never wanted to stop feeling you this close. “Such a good girl.”

You moaned, your eyes turning white at the pleasure. This was like nothing you had experienced before.

“Tell me, did Munson fucked you this good, huh?” he asked, taking your cheeks with his right hand as he rolled your clit with his left to make you look at him. “Did he make you drool? Made you cry?”

You shook your head, but he wasn’t happy with that.

“Say it. Say that no one’s has fucked you like me. Say it, baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“No one has ever… ever fucked me like you.” you somehow achieved to say in between moans and gasps.

“That’s right. Look at you, your pussy is taking me so good… Sucking me in as if you don’t want me to leave.”

Suddenly you were in all fours, your chest against the mattress as he pounded inside of you harder and harder, so hard that you could feel him in your cervix, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cried out, drooling on his pillow, tears spilling due to how good he was making you feel.

His hands found your hips, pulling you against his hips with every hard thrust, leaving you breathless.

You were a babbling and moaning mess, incapable to form any words, even his name.

“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even speak.” he said, and moaned when you clenched around him. “Such a slut.” you whimpered when he gave you a harsh slap on your ass, his eyes focusing on how his dick disappeared in and out of your pussy, which now seemed to be molding around him and just him.

“Steve…” you dragged the ‘s’ as he sped up, fucking you brainless, calling his name over and over again.

He could feel the way you started to clench around him. The wet noises of your juices and his thrusts filled the room with your high pitched moans. You were close. So fucking close…

“Steve, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” your voice was so fucked up due to your screams that you swore you’d have a sore throat tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

“That’s alright sweetheart. Why don’t you come all over my dick, hm? Let me see you fall apart.” and you did. You came so hard you saw stars, your ears ringing as you squirted all over his bed sheets. “Fuck, good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” he groaned at the sight and the feeling of your cunt gushing around his whole cock. “I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna fuck you so full of me I’d have you dripping for a week.”

“Yes, please… please, please, Steve…please.” you babbled as you came over and over again, throwing him over the edge with a ‘fuck’ and moaning when you felt him spill inside you, painting your walls in white.

And maybe and just maybe, you stopped hating Steve that much from now on.

‘Cause we all know what they say… From hatred to love there is only one step.

a/n;

i hoped y’all liked this college stevie!! love you!!!!

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<33333

[xomakara]

Inked By You

SUMMARY |  You're best friends with Johnny and have had feelings for him for awhile. You think he's only attracted to you because of your tattoos but it's so much more. PAIRINGS | Johnny/Fem!Reader GENRE |  non-idol au, college au, friends to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, dirty talk, fluff towards the end RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  10,114 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | This turned out longer than I expected LOL. So in this one, all the members I mentioned are the same age lolol. I hope it makes sense. Does it make sense?? I feel like my writing style has been wonky lately.

“Those are real, aren’t they?” Johnny asked you as he leaned against your bedroom wall. Taeyong and Yuta were lounging on your bed before joining the party that was going on in your living room. Johnny was looking at the various tattoos that were on your left arm.

You and Johnny have been best friends since your freshman year of college. Although you both have very different personalities and interests, there was one thing that kept you close together: partying. It's your last year of college and despite all the stress from studying and taking exams, you still got together every now and again to do what you all did best.

Drink, dance, and make memories.

Johnny is wearing a silk button-down shirt and black slacks. And then there was you in a tight mini skirt and a one-shouldered top that accentuated your figure and showed off your tattoo sleeve.

You looked good.

Even though it wasn’t what most people would consider a typical Friday night out, you, Johnny and other mutual friends seemed happy enough as you stood in front of the mirror checking out each other.

That was until you caught Johnny staring at your body with an expression that suggested he wanted more than just a quick look. The silence between you both grew awkward and uncomfortable until you finally broke it by saying, “What? Are my tits distracting you or something?”

He snapped out of his trance with a surprised look on his face, causing you to smile. He quickly apologized for staring, but said that he was genuinely interested in your ink. You nodded in response, knowing exactly what he meant by that. There was no denying the amount of attention you always got when wearing a low-cut top or a revealing dress. Your tattoo sleeve was another story though. People either loved them or hated them.

Despite the interest from many men, you never really considered getting any more tattoos after you finished your sleeves because, frankly, your current ones turned heads even if you wore a burlap sack. It wasn't uncommon for you to get double takes from people you knew as well as complete strangers when walking around town. On top of that, you didn't want to mess up the awesome artwork that had already been drawn onto your skin. Your current sleeves represented some of your favorite memories, which you didn't ever want to lose. So while others spent thousands of dollars on inked bodies, you got yourself beautiful pieces of art that couldn't be taken away.

Still, you couldn't help but notice how excited Johnny appeared whenever he saw you in your sexy outfits. As far as you could tell, he never missed an opportunity to stare at your tattoos, or check you out whenever you walked by him. Sometimes you would catch him ogling you in such a way that you felt like he wanted to rip off your clothes right there in public. Of course, there was no way he'd actually do anything like that. He wasn't that kind of guy.

Besides, you knew for a fact that he had a girlfriend who also attended the same college as you. They had been dating for about a few months, so she was obviously important to him. Still, whenever he caught you wearing something tight or sexy, he couldn't help but show off those sinful eyes of his.

With everyone gathered in yours and Ten's living room, you tried to ignore the eye candy standing across from you as you and your friends continued to talk about meaningless things, like where you should go for dinner later tonight. You weren't even sure why you brought it up. Maybe you were bored, maybe you were drunk, or maybe you just needed something to keep your mind occupied. But whatever the reason, somehow the conversation ended up on the topic of sexual partners. When it comes to sexual encounters, your friends tend to live by the motto: if you haven't had sex with anyone, then you're not having fun.

You hadn't given much thought to that phrase until Jaehyun wiggled his eyebrows at you. "We all know that Y/N has fun doesn't she?"

You rolled your eyes, a smirk on your lips. "I've been told I have a knack for keeping people entertained."

"She can entertain me anytime!" Ten shouted. "Have you seen her ass in that red dress she wears?"

You couldn't help but laugh. That comment got everybody else laughing too.

"Anyways," You muttered before clearing your throat and turning towards Taeyong, "How many women have you slept with?"

Taeyong glanced over at Yuta and grinned, "Four, but it's probably more. Do you need me to give you a count?"

Ten let out a small laugh before replying, "Four isn't bad. Don't think I'll ever get that high, although the number would probably increase if Yuta would stop trying to fuck everything that moves. Especially anything that moves."

You burst out laughing, followed by Yuta who laughed even harder. Eventually Ten joined in, as did Jaehyun, and everyone else that was listening.

“But back to the question at hand,” Taeyong spoke up once he was able to calm down. He looked over at you, “how many men have you slept with?”

Johnny grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen counter and took a swig of it. He looked at you curiously.

"Well...if we include Jaehyun, Doyoung, Mark, Hendery and Renjun..." You counted, the men you called out looking at you for a brief moment before going back to whatever they were doing. "Five. But hey, who's counting? Sex is sex."

That answer seemed to satisfy Johnny, although he continued to watch you carefully. You noticed that he was taking an interest in your tattoos again. You shrugged it off as you and your friends continued talking, however your heart began to beat faster when you realized that he was no longer looking at your tattoos. His eyes were locked on yours.

"Hey guys,” Jungwoo called out to the rest of your group, waving a hand in front of their faces. “Who wants to get more beer and food with me?"

Thank you Jungwoo, for your timely interruption. You weren't sure how long you could last with Johnny staring at you. In fact, your knees started to feel a little weak when he cleared his throat to gain your attention. It was almost like he was daring you to say something. Something inappropriate, to be exact. But you had to be strong. After all, he was with his girlfriend.

"Uh, yeah," You replied, forcing a smile onto your face. “Let's go get some food and drinks."

You turned around, ready to follow Jungwoo into the kitchen. You paused for a second to take one last look at Johnny, and saw him watching you intently. You smiled sheepishly before stepping inside the kitchen to join your friends.

You turned around to see Johnny coming towards you. He didn't speak for a minute, so you waited patiently. "So, have you had fun yet?"

Your brows furrowed. You expected him to ask you if you were enjoying yourself. Instead he was asking you a completely different question. You wondered what this was all about, so you replied, "Of course I'm having fun! Why wouldn't I be?"

Before he could respond, Xiaojun called out. "Yo, Johnny! Jieun is here."

Fuck. Johnny's girlfriend.

You sighed inwardly as you watched him walk away with Xiaojun to greet her. If only he wasn't dating someone you actually knew. Then maybe he'd pay you the proper amount of attention. 

Oh well. No use thinking about it. 

You shook your head and focused on your friends. You hadn't seen them in awhile, so you welcomed the chance to hang out with them again. Plus, the alcohol helped to loosen your tongue, which allowed you to ask some of the questions you had been wondering about for quite some time.

"So, guys," you said, pouring some vodka into a glass. "Is it true that Renjun hooked up with someone last week?"

Renjun choked on his beer. You covered your mouth to hide your laughter. Kun let out a loud groan. Haechan let out a loud chuckle. Even Taeyong chuckled quietly.

You couldn't believe that they were being so open with you. It was like you were part of the group, and you liked it. You weren't sure if they realized that, but you were grateful nonetheless.

As soon as you saw Renjun regaining his composure, you spoke up again. "So, how many girls have you banged so far?"

Mark snorted. "Including you? Like eight or nine."

Kun guffawed. "More like twenty."

A shocked expression formed on your face. It was funny to hear their numbers compared to yours, but even funnier was hearing their reactions. Their reactions made you realize just how ridiculous their answers were. For example, Kun's claim that he had fucked more than twenty women in his lifetime was preposterous. However, you didn't dare bring it up.

Renjun shrugged. "I dunno. A lot."

Mark nodded. "At least ten."

Jungwoo scoffed. "No fucking way. Five tops."

"Bet none of those girls were as good as Y/N." Jaehyun reminded them, giving you a look. You rolled your eyes as he continued to talk. "And to everyone at this party that had sex with her, admit that she was good."

"I admit, I'm a good fuck." You shrugged, a small smirk on your lips. You nudged Jaehyun's shoulder. "Now shut up."

You all stared at each other for a minute before bursting out laughing. The alcohol was definitely starting to hit you hard, making you forget all about Johnny and his girlfriend. All that mattered was that you were surrounded by friends, having a good time, and drinking.

It wasn't long before Ten, Mark, Kun, Haechan, Taeyong and you were sitting on the floor, passing around beers and shots as you waited for Jungwoo and Yuta to return with the food. And even though you were tipsy, you managed to hold your liquor fairly well. Until you drank the tequila shot you took right before going to get more drinks.

“So, Y/N.” Haechan drawled out, looking at you intently. You glanced at the tequila in your hands, your vision getting hazy. How much have you actually drunk so far?

“What?” you asked, shrugging. “What are you talking about?”

Haechan frowned. "You okay? You look wasted."

"Yeah, you look wasted Y/N." Taeyong said, as he put his drink down.

Your vision was getting worse. You felt dizzy. Your body was hot, then cold, then hot again. Fuck, you were going to pass out if you kept this up. You reached for the bottle of water next to you, holding it tightly against your chest. You closed your eyes for a second, concentrating on slowing your breathing. You managed to slow it down a bit, but you still felt lightheaded. Before you knew it, your vision blurred again. When you opened your eyes, you found everyone staring at you. Except for Taeyong. He was standing in front of you, looking very concerned.

"Taeyong." You whispered, unable to form any words. He held out his arms, inviting you to step into them.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed." He said gently.

"Y/N." Johnny stepped forward, his face showing concern. His girlfriend laid a hand on his arm, suggesting that he stay put. "Are you okay?"

You nodded and stumbled, reaching for the couch, only to find it further away than you remembered. Without thinking, you leaned against Haechan instead. As you dozed off, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Johnny, what's wrong?" The pretty girl next to him muttered. "Is everything alright?"

Johnny watched from the corner of his eyes as his friends helped Y/N up from her drunken stupor. Was she okay? "It's nothing, Jieun."

"I hope she's alright." Jieun muttered, arms still clinging to him. "She seems so drunk."

"Don't worry about her, babe." Johnny assured her. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."

"Why are you always protecting her?" Jieun released a soft sigh.

"Because she's special to me." Johnny answered simply. 

He gave her a small smile before turning his attention back to his friends. He really missed the opportunity to spend time with his friends and Y/N.

He sighed. Of course he missed her. Even though he hadn't been able to spend much time with her lately, whenever they were together, they always had fun. She was kind and caring. Whenever they hung out, he felt a sense of comfort wash over him. It wasn't until tonight that he realized how lucky he was to have her in his life.

In the beginning, it was all easy. They met at a party thrown by their classmates. Since Johnny had recently moved to Seoul, most of his friends struggled to communicate with him. So when his friend Jaehyun told him about the event being held by another foreign exchange student, he figured that it would be a good chance to meet new people. Little did he know that meeting Y/N would change his life forever.

They hit it off instantly, flirting shamelessly. They had no problem joking around and teasing each other. At first, it had been innocent, simple conversations, whether it was about the weather or their favorite movies. They stayed as friends since Y/N was currently in a relationship, but every once in a while, they still got together to hang out. On those occasions, they spent their time watching movies, going to karaoke bars, eating out, and shopping. They had mutual friends who always seemed to drag them along to the hottest clubs and parties.

Those times together were always memorable. He remembered the time when he helped Ten and Y/N find an apartment together since they were going to be roommates. There were nights where Y/N had gotten sick from drinking too much, falling asleep on Johnny's chest. Or times when he found himself helplessly straddling Y/N as they snuck into his apartment. He never questioned the level of their intimacy; after all, Y/N was a beautiful, smart, and sweet girl. In return, Johnny was respectful of her relationships with other men.

But the thought of Y/N with anyone else made him physically ill.

For several months, things continued this way. Eventually, they both became more serious with their respective partners. When that happened, they had trouble finding time to see each other. The good news was that they'd grown closer, becoming each other's best friends. During those moments when they saw each other, they'd always make sure to give the other person plenty of affection. It was obvious that neither one of them wanted to lose their friendship. Still, it was difficult not to get hurt every now and again.

Johnny would often ask himself why he didn't act sooner.

What stopped him from telling Y/N how he truly felt? He knew that he was attracted to her, especially after seeing how they interacted together. She made him laugh, genuinely enjoying his humor. It was impossible not to notice how sexy she looked when she was laughing at his jokes. Plus, she smelled amazing. When he breathed in her scent, it reminded him of chocolate. Or strawberry ice cream. Something sweet and fruity that melted his heart every time he inhaled it. But still, he kept his feelings bottled up inside.

Today was no exception.

Seeing Y/N dress in that mini skirt and that top that accentuated her figure, he had to try hard to stop himself from kissing her senseless. Heck, he knew she had tattoos but at the time, there were only a few. Now she had a whole sleeve of them. All over her left arm. Most of them seemed quite intricate and detailed, depicting nature scenes, symbols, even people. She had an incredible eye for detail and, based on her art, Johnny guessed that she had a lot of patience. It was one of the many reasons why he loved hanging out with her. They could talk for hours, even if they had absolutely nothing in common. There was always an instant connection between them, almost as if they were two halves of a whole.

Johnny glanced over at Jieun, his current girlfriend.

No.

Just the girl that he’s currently just sleeping with.

Jieun was pretty, don't get him wrong. She had short hair and bright brown eyes, delicate features and a slender frame. But when compared to Y/N, she didn't stand a chance. Compared to her, Y/N seemed like a goddess. Y/N was tall, slender, toned in all the right places. She was tan, and had long, black hair that she often ran her fingers through. Not only did she possess all of the qualities that Johnny desired, but she also had a personality that stole his heart. For years, he had been silently pining for her. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny the fact that she was perfect for him.

But no matter how much he liked Jieun, he could never forget Y/N. The truth was that Y/N was just so different from everyone else. She never hesitated to show her true self, whatever that meant. Whether she was crying over a sad movie or dancing ecstatically at a club, he knew that she wouldn't lie to him or hold anything back. Her honesty made her extremely endearing. She was funny and carefree, and unlike some girls, she had a positive outlook on life. If it wasn't for Y/N, Johnny doubted that he would've made it through all the crap he went through during college.

No doubt, Johnny had fallen for her. But he refused to act on those feelings. To do so would be unfair to Jieun, despite them not really dating. More importantly, Y/N deserved someone better than him. Someone who actually appreciated her beauty and unique traits. She deserved someone who loved her unconditionally and showed it in every aspect of their relationship.

Johnny watched as Jieun struck up a conversation with the other party-goers. His attention went back to Y/N and how drunk she looked earlier. He wished that he could've done something to prevent her from embarrassing herself. Y/N was the last person he wanted to hurt.

The next thing you remember was waking up on the couch, your head resting on someone’s lap. Haechan was still sleeping soundly, and so were all of your friends except for Yuta. He was leaning against the wall, eyes closed. Everyone looked so peaceful.

"Ugh, my head." You moaned as you sat up. "This hangover is going to kill me."

"Can I get you anything?" Ten asked, coming out of his bedroom. He looked around the living room, noticing that the people who didn't make it home last night, were all passed out on the floor or on the couch.

You rubbed your forehead, getting up and padding towards the kitchen. “Coffee, please.”

He handed you the mug and a pack of Advil. "Are you feeling better?"

"Just peachy." You replied sarcastically. "Not at all.”

Ten laughed. "Don't worry, you'll feel better tomorrow."

As soon as he walked back into the living room to wake everyone up, you finished your mug of coffee and padded into your bedroom to freshen up. You went through your closet, trying to figure out what to wear. You needed to dress casual, since you planned on spending most of the day lounging around the house, drinking coffee and playing games. Unfortunately, you couldn't decide between wearing sweatpants or shorts. Finally, after much deliberation, you chose to pair leggings with a gray tank top. Once you were done, you wandered back into the living room to wait for everyone else to wake up.

You didn't need to wait too long. Before you knew it, Taeyong and Renjun joined you at the kitchen table with cups of coffee. Mark rubbed at his eyes, sitting up from the couch, Haechan stirred next to him.

“Where did you two sleep?” You asked Taeyong and Renjun, curious.

Taeyong gave you a pointed look. “Like on the floor. At least Yuta was against the wall.”

You grinned. "I'm surprised no one took over my bed."

"I'm surprised no one put you to bed," Yuta muttered as he joined the group.

"Haechan was hogging her on the couch." Mark sleepily muttered.

"I was going to help her to her room but then I got sleepy and she was sleepy," Haechan yawned. "So we both passed out on the couch."

"Who didn't go home last night?" You asked Ten .

"Mark, Haechan, Renjun, Taeyong, and Yuta." Taeil replied. "Oh. Kun passed out on my bedroom floor."

“Haha. Let's go get breakfast once they wake up. What should we do today?” You asked the group of hungover men.

“Eat breakfast. Drink more coffee. Play video games. Whatever you want.” Kun shrugged, coming from Ten's bedroom. He stretched and yawned loudly. “Today is a free day. We can do whatever you want."

“Okay, sounds good. Can I shower first?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

“Of course. Don't take too long. We're waiting.” Taeyong smirked.

“Whatever.” You replied. You slowly trudged upstairs to your bedroom. Once you were inside, you stripped off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor. You slid under the warm spray of water and scrubbed your hair vigorously. Soon, you stepped out of the shower, toweling off your hair and wrapping the towel around your body. Then you pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and an old, faded red t-shirt. Once you were ready, you padded downstairs to grab your purse and keys.

Once you returned to the living room, you found everyone waiting for you. They all sat around the living room, sipping on their morning coffees.

"Alright, let's go get breakfast." You declared happily.

"Good idea." Yuta agreed, getting up from the couch. "Let's not waste another minute here."

"We don't need another minute." Mark commented, looking around the room.

When you arrived at your favorite restaurant, everyone piled out of the car, stretching and yawning. The restaurant was fairly empty, save for the employees. So, when the owner came up to greet you all, you smiled.

"Morning! Glad to see my favorite group of hungover college kids." She beamed, her arms wide opened.

You stepped into her arms. "Morning mom. Can you feed us now?"

"Anything for my favorite daughter." Your mom kissed your cheek, ignoring your comment that you were her only child. Your mom looked at the rest of the group. “Now what can I get for you hungover kids?”

“Your egg sandwiches, auntie.” Ten muttered.

“Coffee.” Mark yawned. “Lots and lots of coffee.”

“Can I get toast, bacon, and fries, auntie?” Renjun asked.

"Oh, god, come on." Taeyong groaned, sitting down at a nearby table. "Just give me some coffee and bacon, I'll be fine. Please auntie."

After you placed your order, you settled down at the table, joining your friends.

"Why are we meeting here every morning?" Yuta yawned, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Because it's close to campus, you get free food and you know my mom loves you all." You shook your head, helping the staff pour everyone coffee or orange juice into their mugs and cups. You made your thanks, the staff smiling.

"One of the perks of being Y/N's friends," Kun laughed. "Free food from her mom's restaurant. Lucky us."

"True that." Ten nodded, finishing off his egg sandwich. "Man, I love her mom's sandwiches."

"She makes the best ones." You agreed, stealing a fry from Renjun's plate.

A few minutes later, the rest of the food was delivered.

"Can I have your bacon and eggs?" Ten asked, pointing at your plate.

You raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think you deserve to eat someone else's bacon?"

"Doesn't hurt to ask." He grinned, grabbing your plate. "But you can always share."

Everyone chuckled as you shoved a fry into Ten's mouth.

"So where did Johnny end up going last night?" You asked suddenly. “I really didn’t see him last night. I mean I saw him before I passed out.”

"He didn't stay long." Mark answered. "Around midnight, he left with Jieun."

"Ah." You frowned. "Makes sense. They never stay long whenever I'm around."

"They probably just wanted to spend time together." Kun explained. "Jieun and Johnny were really cute together. She followed him everywhere he went."

"Did you ever tell him that you liked him?" Yuta asked you suddenly.

"What?" You blinked. How did Yuta know about that?

"You did flirt with him a little." Renjun reminded you. "At least, that's what I saw."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes. "It was barely any flirting."

"Come on Y/N," Mark shook his head. "Johnny was staring at you the whole night before Jieun came."

"It's the tatts, Mark." You replied. "He was asking me about them earlier."

"Seriously though." Yuta continued. "If you like him, why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I thought he'd never notice me." You sighed, knowing that there was no way to escape the converstation. "I'm not the type of girl that guys usually like."

"Really?" Mark raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"It's the tatts, huh?" Taeyong muttered, looking at your tattooed arm. "I mean, I love a girl that has tatts."

"Guys will always find something to complain about." You nodded your head. “But thanks for that Taeyong.”

"Well," Renjun interrupted, chuckling slightly. "There's nothing wrong with your tattoos."

"Yeah." Haechan agreed. "They're pretty cool."

"I agree." Ten smiled. "And sexy as hell."

You blushed, ignoring everyone's laughter. But it wasn't long before you were in a conversation about your tattoos again. About how pretty you thought they were and about how unique each tattoo was. It felt good, having such amazing friends that were willing to talk about your ink. You knew it would probably never happen with other groups of guys you hung out with. Not because they didn't care, but because they were afraid to offend you. Which is why you weren't surprised when the subject turned to sex.

It was always sex with these guys.

Why were you friends with these sex-crazed guys?

"So..." Taeyong started, shooting a pointed glance at you. "Are there any guys here you want to bang?"

"Hear me out. I know he has a girl and I know someone's going to beat me up for saying it or even thinking of it," You decided to just tell the truth. You looked around biting your lip, making sure your mom didn’t hear you. "Johnny. He seems like a good fuck."

"Damn," Haechan raised his eyebrows. "Y/N and Johnny would be hot, to be honest."

"No shit." Renjun nodded. "They'd be the hottest couple on campus."

You rolled your eyes and laughed with the others. You and Johnny? If only that was possible.

He still has a girlfriend after all.

The days passed quickly. After hanging out with the group for breakfast, you usually went off on your own, doing homework or just spending time alone in your room. But one day, after lunch, you decided to join your friends again. This time you met up with Taeyong, Doyoung, Winwin, Xiaojun, and Jaemin.

You sat at the table, eating as everyone told you stories about who they hooked up with last night. You rolled your eyes when Taeyong started telling you about his drunken hookup with a girl named Minah.

"Drunk sex?" You scoffed, giving him a look. "Really?"

"Don't act like you haven't done that." Taeyong narrowed his eyes. "With as many times as you had drunken sex with Doyoung."

"Please don't bring that up. Every time you guys mention it, I feel bad." You groaned as Doyoung sputtered on his food. You reached out and patted his back. “But admit it Doyoung, the sex was good.”

"We don't mention it!" Taeyong responded to you, rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s reaction. "It's not our fault you're always horny!"

"Shut up. Just shut up." You threw your napkin at him, the others laughing.

You were surprised when the next person you noticed looking at you wasn't Xiaojun or Doyoung or Jaemin or even Winwin. Instead, it was your very handsome friend, Johnny. You didn't even know he would be here. He was out with others that were in his classes.

His dark brown eyes met yours across the room. There was something about the way he stared at you that made you blush. Your cheeks were hot. Even your ears felt hot. Why was this guy looking at you so intensely? And so much?

“Is there a reason why you’re staring at Johnny so much?” Xiaojun asked, leaning back in his chair.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Um…”

"She wants to fuck him." Jaemin muttered. "Renjun told me the other day."

"But then again, what girl doesn't want to fuck, Johnny?" You asked, shrugging your shoulders. "Jieun is one lucky bitch."

You tried not to look at him anymore. Because whenever you looked at him, your stomach would flip. He was just too beautiful. Too sexy. Too perfect. It didn't help that he was already famous for dating the popular girl. Not that you weren't popular.

No wonder every single girl kept trying to hit on him. You included. You've been fighting the urge to kiss him since you met him at that event you hosted with Mark for the foreign exchange students. But he still had a girlfriend. A serious girlfriend.

Yet, here you were, constantly looking at Johnny like he was a piece of candy that you desperately wanted. Or maybe like you were salivating at the sight of him. Yes, that sounded more appropriate.

Like you wanted to eat him alive.

You wanted to suck on his lips. Suck on his tongue. Slap his hard cock against your naked pussy.

God, you wish you could touch him. Touch his face. His arms. His chest. Hell, just touch his skin. To see if it was as soft as it looked.

Or if it was rough.

Maybe Johnny likes rougher sex than the girls he normally slept with. What do you know about him, huh? Nothing. And yet, you keep imagining yourself with him. Imagining how it would feel to lay beneath him, letting him fuck you from behind. Thinking about how incredible it would feel to take his load all over your face. Or maybe deep inside you. The possibilities were endless. You just couldn't seem to stop thinking about him.

Your friends didn't know about the way you fantasized about him.

At least, they hadn't said anything. Yet.

"Ah, fuck." You let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Doyoung gave you a concerned look. “You okay, Y/N?”

You nodded in reply.

You were seriously losing control. That was a first. For as long as you could remember, you had been able to hold yourself back from acting on your urges. The fact that you had no self-control around him should've made you realize you shouldn't be with him. It should make you run away. But instead, your heart yearned to feel his body pressed against yours.

Why? You wondered. Why did you keep wanting him?

You took another bite of your salad, listening to your friends talking amongst themselves. And once again, Johnny’s name was brought up.

“Yeah, I heard he spent most of the weekend with Jieun.” Xiaojun said casually.

You sighed softly, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any questions about it.

The next week was rather uneventful. Since it was your last year of college, you have stayed late almost every night studying or doing homework. Sometimes, if your apartment was occupied, you would go to Hendery’s, Jeno’s or Yangyang’s rooms and study there since they often partied, playing sports or going to the gym. So you were surprised when Wednesday afternoon found you walking back to your apartment alone.

As you approached your building, you noticed Johnny standing near the front doors. Of course he was there. No doubt he had been waiting for you.

His posture screamed 'alpha male'. All six feet one inch of him stood rigidly, like he was prepared to strike at any moment. And the muscles in his arms and chest were clearly defined under his tight black shirt. Damn. You wanted to get closer to him, to see if those bulging biceps were real.

You swallowed nervously. How does a girl like you even get a chance to meet the guy that every other girl wants? What makes you different from all the rest? You were one of his best friends that's for sure.

You watched as he began talking to someone. A girl. And she seemed to respond well to his attention. She smiled as he leaned down to speak to her. She giggled. She touched his arm lightly. She probably thinks she's special. Probably thinks that he's interested in her. As if.

But he looks happy. Smiling. Even talking to her. Ah, this must be Jieun, the girlfriend. She was actually really cute. Much prettier than you expected her to be. Short hair cut in a layered style. Brown eyes. And a small nose.

The way his gaze lingered on her for a few moments longer than necessary, she seemed to be flattered. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly. Her head resting on his shoulder as she gazed at him with longing. It was then that you realized that he was completely oblivious to your presence.

What was wrong with you? Why are you watching them like that? Why can't you turn away? God damn it! Stop acting like some sort of pervert.

You cleared your throat. Maybe he won't notice you if you ignore him. It worked the last time. Didn't it?

But to your dismay, he did.

"Hi Y/N!" He said cheerfully, looking up and meeting your gaze. "I've been waiting for you."

Oh god.

"Hey Johnny," You forced yourself to say. Your voice came out low and shaky. You struggled to find your words. Suddenly, you felt like an awkward teenager again. Like your face was on fire.

Johnny nodded towards Jieun, causing her to frown slightly. Then he shot you a mischievous smile. "Let's go up."

It took everything you had to push past him and enter your building. Thankfully, Jieun left before you reached your apartment door. You were grateful. You didn't need her prying questions right now.

Inside your home, you stood in the living room, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. Ten wasn’t home yet, so you felt a bit nervous that you were left alone with Johnny. This had never before. Why all of a sudden were you feeling nervous in front of your best friend?

"Do you want a drink?" You offered nervously. "A soda or water? Wine?"

"A glass of red wine sounds nice." He replied without hesitation.

Relief flooded you as you hurried to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Thankfully, you had stocked the fridge earlier that day.

When you returned to the living room, Johnny was sitting on the couch, sipping his wine and watching TV.

He's so gorgeous. Why does he have to be so goddamn beautiful?

"So..." You started awkwardly. "How have you been?"

"Same old, same old." He shrugged. "What about you?"

You frowned. "Nothing new. Apart from hanging with the guys.”

He glanced at you quickly. Something passed between the two of you. Something strange. Something exciting. You squirmed in your seat, trying to focus on anything else besides the way his eyes smoldered at you. You felt like your whole world was going crazy. Everything around you became fuzzy. The way his voice sounded. The way his muscles flexed underneath his clothes. The way he gazed at you. Oh god.

Fuck.

Stop it. You chided yourself. This isn’t happening. Don’t give in to him. This is bad. Really bad.

“I’m glad we finally got to hang out tonight.” He said after a few moments of silence.

“Me too.” You replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “I mean, I guess I haven’t seen you since you’ve been busy with Jieun.”

Johnny nodded thoughtfully. “True.”

"You never talked about her." You pointed out quietly.

He grimaced. "We don't really talk about her that often."

"Do you like her?"

"Who?"

You exhaled sharply. "Jieun. Do you like her?"

Johnny furrowed his brows. "Why do you ask?"

You hesitated, wishing you hadn't brought it up. "Well...you look pretty happy when you're with her."

He smiled briefly. "It's complicated."

"Are you two together?" You questioned. "Is that why you always sit with her during class?"

"Well, we're definitely close." He said simply.

And then, he was silent.

“Isn’t she your girlfriend?” You blurted out. “Shouldn’t you spend time with her instead of me?”

He cocked his head to the side. “No, we’re not together.”

“Really?” You felt relieved. Thank god.

Johnny laughed. “Of course. We aren’t dating. We’ve slept together a few times but we’re not dating.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Good. At least he was being honest. You tried not to think about what kind of relationship they had. What kind of relationship they had had. But you couldn’t help but notice how they interacted with each other. The way they looked at each other. How they held hands.

“Was my best friend jealous?” Johnny peered at your face, a smile on his lips. “Because I could swear that you were staring at us.”

“I was not!” You denied. “There was nothing to stare at.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t try and deny it.”

“No, I’m telling the truth. There was nothing to stare at.” You insisted.

“Sure there was.” He grinned, taking another sip of his wine.

“Trust me. There was nothing.” You responded forcefully. “There was no reason for me to watch you and Jieun together. You weren’t kissing or anything.”

“Really?” His expression grew serious. “What if I asked you to kiss me right now? Would you?”

“Fuck, Suh.” You burst out. “That’s impossible. You know that, right?”

“But would you want to?” He persisted. “Would you kiss me right now if I asked you?”

“I…” You stopped.

How the hell was you supposed to answer that question?

This conversation was turning into something you never expected it to be. Was it really just a friendly request or something more?

And what would your friends say if they saw you two making out in the middle of the living room? If they saw you grinding against him on the couch?

“God dammit.” You groaned, slumping back onto the couch. “Johnny, what the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Hmmm?” He peered at you curiously.

“Why does this have to happen?” You groaned, trying hard not to panic. “What are you trying to do to me?”

He gave you a playful smile. “I'm not doing anything to you.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Then why am I feeling this way?”

“Because you want me.” He replied simply. “Because you’re attracted to me. Because you can’t resist me. Because you feel something when I look at you.”

His confession sent shockwaves through your body. You sat motionless on the couch. Unable to comprehend what he just told you. Unable to believe him.

“Are you attracted to me too?” You whispered. “Is that why you keep looking at me?”

Johnny stared at you silently for several seconds. Then he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” He confirmed.

You gaped at him.

“Really?” You repeated hesitantly.

“I'm not lying to you.” He assured you. “I want you. I want you so badly that I can barely breathe sometimes. But if I tell you that, will you run away? Will you break our friendship because of this?”

“No.” You answered instantly. “No. I’d never do that. I wouldn’t even be able to think straight. Not to mention the fact that the guys would kill me.”

He chuckled. “Why’s that?”

“They know that I have a thing for you.” You admitted. “They see the way I look at you. They tease me about it all the time. I guess it’s easier for them to accept it if they knew that I’m attracted to someone who likes me back. Someone who I can be myself around. That’s why they won’t mind if we date. As long as I’m with someone who accepts me.”

He grinned. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So…what should we do?” You asked tentatively.

He raised his eyebrows. “About what?”

“Um…this.” You gestured towards yourself. “This attraction between us. It seems like we both want it. So…is it possible that maybe we could…I don’t know…do something about it? Maybe meet up somewhere private? Or at least have sex. In my bed? On your couch?”

Johnny’s eyes lit up. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Fuck, Johnny.” You ran your hand through your hair, noticing his eyes on your tatted arm. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He murmured huskily. “Like I'm going to take you upstairs and rip your clothes off? Like I'm going to shove my cock inside you and fuck you until you scream?”

You moaned. Fuck yes. That's exactly what you want.

“Don’t you want to?” He pressed. “Don’t you want me to make love to you? To touch every inch of your skin? To lick your nipples and suck on your breasts?”

You bit your lip.

“Fuck. Please stop talking. Just fucking fuck me already.” You moaned, unable to contain your arousal any longer.

He smirked. “All right. All right. But just to warn you. I plan on treating you like the goddess that you are. Every part of your body is going to feel good to me. I’ll make sure you come over and over again.”

A fire ignited within you. This is exactly what you needed. Exactly what you wanted. The idea of getting fucked by him sent a thrill throughout your body. You loved hearing him say those words to you. Words that only a man like him could utter. And knowing that you wanted to have sex with him didn’t hurt either. It made you feel incredibly desirable.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do.” Johnny said softly.

“Do whatever you want.” You replied breathlessly. “Just please. Make me cum.”

He chuckled. “If that’s what you want.”

You nodded eagerly. A devilish grin formed on his lips.

He stood up from the couch. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you up from the sofa. With one swift move, he tossed you over his shoulder.

He strode quickly towards the staircase. You shrieked, clutching at his shirt tightly. You kicked your legs wildly, desperately trying to escape from his grip.

Johnny was much stronger than you realized. Within seconds, he had thrown you down onto your bed. With one quick movement, he jumped on top of you. Your heart thundered against your chest.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you fiercely.

Your body responded instinctively. Your pussy throbbed, begging for attention. Your nipples hardened beneath your shirt, yearning for a hard squeeze.

As his tongue probed into your mouth, his hands slid underneath your shirt. Pushing it up and off your shoulders.

His warm fingers trailed over your skin. Sending chills throughout your entire body. His lips trailed down your neck, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh. Every single movement was driving you wild.

Every stroke of his tongue and caress of his fingertips set you on fire. You were soaking wet, longing for him to take you. For him to fill you with his cock. To give you the pleasure you deserve.

The moment his fingers brushed against your nipple, you let out a moan.

You arched your back, thrusting your breast towards him.

He chuckled. “God, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?”

He grasped your bra, tearing it apart with ease. Your nipples sprang free. He rubbed his thumb over them, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oooohhhh, Johnny.” You moaned.

He grinned wickedly. “Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I play with your tits? When I suck on your nipples?”

“Yessss.” You gasped. “More. More. Fuck.”

“Oh god.” He groaned, biting down gently on your nipple.

He continued to flick his tongue across your other nipple, flicking harder each time. Your cries became louder. You felt like you were going to explode. It took everything in you not to reach down and unzip his pants.

Instead, you threw your head back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tugging at his hair as he teased your nipples. Moaning loudly whenever he touched your skin.

Johnny smiled. He licked his lips hungrily, giving your breasts one last slow suck before letting go.

Leaving you panting for air.

“I've got to be honest with you, baby.” He breathed, pushing himself up onto his knees. “You taste amazing. Better than anything I've ever tasted before. And there's nothing else I'd rather do right now than to spend hours tasting every inch of your gorgeous body. Touching you. Kissing you. Licking you. And slowly entering you. Until I fill you with my cum.”

“Mmmmm. Fuck yes.” You whimpered, your voice sounding like an echo in the empty bedroom.

“Now where were we?” He asked slyly. “Ahh yes, your tits. Did you want me to suck on them some more? Maybe eat you out while I played with your tits?”

“Yes.” You breathed. “Please. Oh god, yes. Please.”

He chuckled. “Anything for you, baby. Anything.”

Slowly standing up, he began to strip off his shirt. Each piece of clothing was removed with great care. His tattoos were displayed prominently. They looked beautiful as always. The sight of them caused you to sigh in appreciation.

Once his shirt was completely gone, he leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on your stomach.

“That's better.” He whispered. “Now you're ready for me.”

His hands sliding your pants off. His lips kissing the insides of your thighs. Caressing your inner thigh with every kiss. Leaving you quivering with desire.

“Fuck!” You cried out. “Stop teasing me. Please. Just fuck me. Now!”

“Shhh.” He whispered. “Not yet. Not yet. There's still so much left to do first. Don't worry. You'll get what you need soon enough.”

Your hands dug into his hair, pulling his face closer to your pussy. You moaned loudly. The sounds of your pleasuring filling the room. His hot breath tickling your inner thighs. Your panties drenched with your juices.

Johnny looked up at you, his dark eyes darkened with lust.

“Look at me. Look how beautiful you are.” He said huskily. “Watch me taste you. Watch as I rub my tongue over your clit. See how good it feels. Know that I'm doing it to you. That I want to eat you out so badly.”

He gripped your hips, tugging you upwards. Opening his mouth wide. Licking your entire pussy, slowly spreading your juices.

Lapping at you slowly, teasingly. Going lower and lower until his tongue found your swollen clit. Pressing hard against it, rubbing his tongue in circles.

“Fuuuck.” You cried out. “Johnny! Johnny!”

“Such dirty talk, baby.” He said with a laugh. “Let me hear it. Let me hear you beg for me to make you cum. I want to hear you screaming for me.”

You clawed at his back, trying to pull his face deeper into your pussy. Screaming obscenities. Making animalistic sounds. Biting down on your pillow as he gave you all the pleasure you deserved.

Finally, his tongue plunged deep inside your pussy. Flicking over your clit in rapid succession. Sucking on it and flicking it. Pulling away occasionally to tease you. Tasting your juices. Giving you an extra burst of pleasure every time.

His pace increased rapidly. Pulling away for brief moments only to return immediately. Giving you even more pleasure than you expected. Soon you were trembling, nearing the point of no return.

It took everything you had not to lose control. Your entire body was consumed by ecstasy. Your pussy contracting rhythmically around his mouth. Pumping his tongue inside you, trying to keep yourself from coming. From exploding with orgasmic bliss.

But you couldn't hold it anymore. You began to cry out. Your body shuddered.

Sensing your impending climax, Johnny stopped sucking on your clit. He withdrew his tongue, but kept his lips firmly pressed against it. Keeping your orgasm contained.

His hands remained firmly on your hips. Tugging at your hips, forcing your body further upwards. You cried out as you tried to pull his face back into your pussy. Trying to force yourself to cum.

You came with a loud scream, your entire body tensing. Johnny followed your lead, groaning loudly as you pushed your pussy back into his face. Your thighs squeezing tight around his head, pulling him tighter against your clit. Your entire body trembling violently. Spasms racking your body. Bringing forth the most intense sensation you had ever experienced.

Suddenly, he stopped. Letting go of your hips. Sliding off your sweaty body. Standing up from the bed. Looking down at you.

“Baby, I know you came, but I'm not done yet.” He said quietly.

Looking down at your spread thighs, he smirked. He began to undo his pants.

You panted, waiting impatiently for him to reveal his erection. You knew what was coming next. You knew this would be the moment of truth. Would he be able to satisfy you? Would he actually be able to give you the satisfaction you were craving?

With one swift motion, his erect cock sprung free. Your eyes widened, almost as if you were surprised to see it. You hadn't been expecting it to be that big.

And you weren't wrong. His cock was absolutely enormous. Longer than any penis you had ever seen. Bulging with potential. You wondered if he could possibly fit inside you.

If he would hurt you.

But you know he wouldn't.

You stared at his cock hungrily, staring at it in disbelief. In awe. You reached out tentatively, touching it lightly. Fingers shaking slightly. Shaking as they traced their way along its length.

You felt the weight of it in your hand. Thicker than any cock you had ever felt. Fuller than any dick you had ever seen.

Before you could fully appreciate his massive erection, he grabbed hold of your wrist. Moving your hand to the tip of his cock.

“Just think about it.” He said quietly. “Imagine how amazing it will feel. Just imagine the sensations running through your body. Imagine how incredible it will feel to have this inside of you. How much more powerful it will be than any dick you've ever had before.”

Thinking about how large his dick would feel stretching your pussy open. Knowing that once he penetrated you, he would never leave. He would be inside you forever. Bringing you so much pleasure.

Giving you such pleasure. Satisfying you so deeply. Giving you what you needed. Allowing you to finally release all your pent up sexual tension. Giving you the ultimate sexual experience.

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, you placed your lips against the head of his cock. Your tongue darting out. Drawing the warm liquid from his shaft. Overwhelmingly delicious.

Moving down, your lips parted. Your tongue sliding out of your mouth. Stretching out towards his cock. Swirling around it like a tiny tornado. Slickly coating his member with saliva. Getting him nice and wet. Allowing you to slide it further inside your mouth. Gently sucking on it, making sure to take it all in.

“Fuck.” He growled. “Oh fuck. You are so fucking sexy. So beautiful.”

Smiling brightly, you returned his compliment. Leaning forward, your tongue moved further into his crotch. Taking him even deeper inside your mouth. Tongue twirling around his thick base. Up and down the full length of his shaft. Playing with his balls. Feeling the resistance of his perineum.

Slowly moving back up to his tip. Taking him deeper inside your mouth again. Working your way down, taking him all the way to the bottom. Running your tongue along the underside of his shaft. As you slid back up to the tip, you sucked on it gently.

He groaned loudly, reaching out to grab hold of your head. Pushing you downwards so he could sink even deeper into your throat. Your nose pressed against his pubes, inhaling the musky scent. Sucking on his cock like it was a popsicle. Gagging a little bit. His thick length hitting the back of your throat with each movement.

Panting heavily, he held your head firmly in place. Gasping for air as he let out another moan. His dick pulsating wildly inside your mouth. Fluid seeping out of the end of his cock. Massaging your throat. Causing it to tingle pleasantly.

As he released his grip, you released his cock from your mouth. Pausing for a moment to catch your breath. Smiling happily at him. Proud of yourself for being able to handle his huge cock.

He smiled back at you. Reaching down, his fingers wrapping around your chin. Pulling you close to him. He kissed you passionately. Wrapping his arms around you. Holding you tightly. He tasted wonderful. His scent intoxicating. His warmth reassuring.

Gripping your ass tightly, he pulled you onto his lap. Sitting you down onto his hard cock. Watching as it filled your pussy. Slowly slipping inside of you.

Stopping halfway inside you, he gently lifted you up. Removing his erection from your pussy. Grinning as he laid you down on the bed. Positioning himself between your legs. His hard cock positioned at your entrance.

Pulling back slightly, he looked down at you. Seeing the desire in your eyes. Waiting for him to thrust his thick cock inside of you.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped your waist tightly. Slowly pushing forward. Delving inside of you. Feeling you wrap your legs around him. Tightening them around his body. Moaning loudly as he filled you completely.

Releasing his grip on your waist, he grabbed hold of your wrists. Placing them above your head. Hanging limply as he slowly fucked you. Gently pumping his cock into you.

Grinding your hips against him. Panting as you struggled to breathe properly. Wanting desperately to touch his cock, to stroke it. To watch it twitch in your hand. But he didn't allow you to do anything. He continued to thrust into you. Stroking his dick as fast as he could.

“Please.” You begged. “I need you to come inside of me. Please.”

Chuckling, he responded. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not just yet.”

His words spurred you on. Suddenly wanting nothing more than to feel his load splatter inside of you. Needing to feel his seed filling your pussy. Pouring into your body. And you would love every minute of it. Every single second.

He suddenly pulled out of you. Rolling over onto his back. “Climb on top of me. Put your tits in my face. I want to suck on them while you ride me.”

Lifting your ass, you quickly straddled his naked body. Hooking your fingers behind his neck. Settling yourself down onto his hard cock. You moaned loudly as you impaled yourself on him. Your hips bucking back and forth.

Johnny gripped your breasts, tugging on your nipples as you rode him. Squeezing your nipples hard. Twisting them as you slammed your pussy down on his dick. Slowly increasing the speed. Riding him faster and harder until he felt the familiar pressure building up inside of him.

“Hang on baby. Hang on. I'm going to come. Oh god.”

Moaning loudly, you brought yourself closer to climax. Johnny's dick pounding your walls relentlessly. Your whole body shuddering uncontrollably.

Feeling his climax building, Johnny wrapped his arms around you. Holding you tightly. Ensuring that you remain steady. Bringing you closer to release. Kneading your breasts, milking them roughly. Pleasuring them until you were completely overcome by pleasure.

Your orgasm ripping through your body. Crashing down upon you with relentless force. Sweeping you away into an ocean of pure bliss.

He moaned loudly, holding you tight. Panting heavily as he came inside of you. Your pussy gripping him tightly. Keep his semen within you. Silencing his lustful thoughts. Pushing them away, allowing him to rest peacefully.

Holding you closely, he watched as your climax slowly faded away. You lay on his chest, your breathing still erratic.

“So good.” You breathed softly.

“So fucking good.” He agreed. “That was the best. The absolute best."

"The best sex I've had in a long time." You let out a small laugh. You heard the front door of your apartment opening and closing, hearing voices talking about Johnny's coat and shoes. Someone, sounded like Taeyong, laughing at how you and Johnny finally fucked.

"I can hear you guys!" You yelled.

Johnny chuckled. "So I guess the guys are right outside, and they know exactly what happened."

Groaning, you buried your face into Johnny's shoulder. "I can hear Renjun and Haechan asking me all sorts of questions."

Smirking, Johnny spoke. "We can just tell them that the hot tattooed people are finally a couple."

"A couple?" You asked, lifting your head up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Well, I originally came to see you tonight because I was on a mission." He laughed. "Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

Laughing loudly, you hugged him tightly. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Johnny."

Letting out a sigh of relief, he relaxed against you. "Thank god."

He mumbled, resting his head against yours. Breathing in your lovely scent, he listened to the sound of your heart beating. "This is the first time I've been with someone I really care about. So I don't want to mess it up. It has to work."

Snuggling against him, you smiled. "Don't worry. We'll figure it out together."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Yes." You answered, curious to hear what he was going to say.

"I love you." He told you. "And you need to know that."

"I love you too." You mumbled, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Forever."

He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip. A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips. He looked down at your tattooed sleeve, running his finger over a sunflower one. "I really love this design. What does it mean?"

You chuckled. "Sunflowers remind me of you."

Johnny froze, looking down at your tattoo.

You were shocked to see tears forming in his eyes. But you didn't have time to worry about it because he immediately placed a tender kiss on your lips.

Your heart fluttered wildly at his actions. Never had you felt so alive.

So happy.

So loved.

You hugged him tightly.

"Remember when you used to tease me about getting tattoos?" He asked you, giving you a sheepish smile. He caressed your cheek. "Remember when I told you I wouldn't get another one unless you joined me?"

"Yup." You nodded. "What happened to getting one with me?"

"I eventually got it with Taeyong and Yuta since I wasn't sure whether you wanted one with me or not." Johnny explained. "I'm still waiting to get one with you."

"What if I gave you the tattoo?" You offered, tracing his shoulder tattoo. "One of my designs so it's like you're taking me with you anywhere you go."

"I would love to be inked by you." Johnny whispered, turning his gaze towards you. "Anywhere you want."

Your breath hitched. This is exactly what you wanted.

You could only imagine the gorgeous tattoos you would create together. They would be so incredibly beautiful. A masterpiece. You would cherish them forever.

It would also make you feel special. Knowing that no matter where you went, Johnny would always carry part of you with him. Always be thinking of you. Remembering you. Cherishing your creations.

You didn't know how you could express how grateful you were for his words. Or for him choosing you. Loving you. Being with you.

All you knew was that you were going to treasure these feelings for as long as possible.

[evilsniigura]

Yandere Bully Adam x Trans fem reader x Yandere Bestfriend Eve

Cw: Transphobia but adam doesn’t actually mean it

this asks did something to me. i literally ascended reading that. idk why but your brain anon!!! please. share more ideas with me. i have a special place in my heart for trans fem reader sisnskdksk

YANDERE BULLY ADAM the love of my life and the man i hate the most. all in one!!!! he’s so annoying and makes these awful comments, which he doesn’t even mean. he’s so far up in denial. adam is all like „i’d MAYBE hit it if you were a real girl but nothing would change that ugly face“ and then he goes home, pulls up his burner accounts and goes stalk readers pictures online to jack off. we all know reader got him blocked 😭😭

YANDERE BEST FRIEND EVE!!!!!! i didn’t even think of the possibility somebody arrest me. UCHHHHH i know she’s a bit paranoid. in my mind eve and adam are broken up because of eves cheating. and she loves reader she really does!! loves experimenting with make up and clothes and hyping up her best friend!!

and well. in my mind, since they all go to a catholic private college reader goes not really through bullying but there are rumours and stuff going around. it’s hard for her to make friends :( it’s okay tho, because eve is there!! lucifer and lilith are also great ally’s!!! but eve doesn’t like having reader around them lmaoo

eve teaching reader all about girlhood. like. how best friends totally make out on the regular. and how reader should totally send her nudes for her to rate. is genuinely sad when reader declines like :((((((( she just want to be there!!

idk i imagine adam losing his mind. like why does reader like eve so much?? he’s much cooler, much better, way more loyal?? at the same time he’s the guy who trips reader in the hallway, continuously flips readers skirt up to look under it (genuinely surprised when reader stops wearing skirts and dresses. has the audacity to miss the outfits), follows reader around to mock her 😭 he at least punched someone else for insulting reader. but reader didn’t see it happening. loss for adam

in my mind reader and eve are in the locker room. reader usually changes somewhere else (toilets) and is waiting rn for eve to finish up who is taking extra long 😭 keeps dancing around reader in her underwear while giggling eienekek

adam wants to be in the changing room because lute forgot something in there. sees reader and eve. his first instinct is of course to peep. disappointed reader isn’t in underwear 😔

nearly has a heart attack when he sees eve kiss reader. happy to see reader turns her face so eves lips crash into her cheek instead of the lips. but eve can easily hug you and press her plush body against your own while you always scatter away from adam

eve is observant and spots adam. because she already has a suspicion that he’s emotional constipated as always when it comes to reader she just ramps up the affection she usually showers reader in. eves lips are on your neck while you’re giggling about how it tickles while she tries to slide her hands up your shirt and you keep pushing her hands away with a laugh. totally just gals being pals

i always like imagine eve and adam inbetween readers legs fighting over who can put their mouths first on reader. reader just uncomfortable because well eve actually liking reader was excepted but adam?!?!? having adam groan out a „such a pretty girl“ BSIAJAJSKSJ

adam and eve have to share and somewhat get along. if they keep fighting all the time they lose focus on what’s important (reader). they’re hissing at each other and then reader is talking to new people and they’re like. actually lets form an alliance 🫱🏽‍🫲🏿 because adam and eve is all you need! eve can even get adam to apologise to you!! he will be much much nicer trust her

they’re both so horribly obsessive and possessive i need them BADD

[redrose10]

Pls pls plsss do number 3 for the picture fic game ❤️❤️

I got two requests for photo 3 (my fault because I forgot to update the original post) and since I had two ideas and couldn’t decide which one to go with I decided to just write both.

So here is the first one and I hope it’s okay!

Warnings: Angst, little bit of bullying, slightly suggestive but nothing explicit, swearing

It’s a tale as old as time. The head cheerleader dating the captain of the basketball team. A match made in heaven. There were many times over the last two years where you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes whenever you watched Ara jump into Yoongi’s arms. The scoffs you kept to yourself every time they called each other babe or baby or honey or your least favorite- Suga Buns. You couldn’t even count the number of times you nearly vomited seeing the two of them shoving their tongues down each others throats.

The worst part was each time you experienced these, it also chipped away at your heart a little more and no one else knew it.

You had met Yoongi on your first day of high school. You were new to the area and since he was a student ambassador he was assigned to show you around for a few days until you got more comfortable. Somehow or another the two of you became inseparable. Studying after school, spending all of your weekends together, you never missed a single one of his basketball game always being there in the front row. You guys were best friends.

Like another tale as old as time you developed a crush on your best friend but were too scared to say anything. You’d thought about saying something though. The moment that stands out the most to you was after one of his games during senior year. One where he scored the winning basket at the buzzer making the crowd go crazy. You were waiting on the bleachers for him to come out of the locker room so you two could head over to Taehyung’s house for a celebratory party. A common occurrence for you two.

Yoongi was taking longer than usual. You were about to go find someone to go in there and look for him when you heard unfamiliar giggling and then saw him walking out of the locker room zipping up his jeans while the head cheerleader, Tia, was close behind pulling down the skirt she was wearing. When he got closer you noticed the purple bruising on his neck while she had matching marks on her chest. He immediately came running over to you, “Y/N, ready to go?!” You gave a tight lip nod. Tia stood there glaring at you, jealous that you had pulled his attention away from her so quickly. “Tia is going to come with us. Is that okay?” No it’s not okay but it’s his car and he can invite who he wants you thought to yourself. “Of course.”, you lied with a fake smile. You felt stupid to even think that someone like him would fall for someone like you so you never attempted to tell him again.

Then prom came and went. Yoongi didn’t take Tia but some other girl that was basically her clone anyways. You went with Hoseok. He was sweet and really tried to make the night memorable for you but you knew there were zero feelings there. Especially when you broke down in tears watching Yoongi leave you behind at the dance while he left with his date, something he had promised not to do.

Then you and Yoongi went off to college. You both thankfully got into the same school and quickly found a house near campus that you rented together.

Yoongi stayed single during the first two years. Choosing to focus on school and basketball instead. There were his random hookups, one night stands. You were jealous of those girls. Those girls who got the intimacy with him that you craved. They got to see him in ways you had only imagined. And then the petty part of you was secretly happy when minutes after the moans and sounds of the bed rocking ended you would hear feet patter to the kitchen and the fridge would open. You knew the routine. He’d make up an excuse about having to get up real early and then give them a bottle of water for the road and then minutes later you would hear the lock on the front door click shut. He would take a quick shower and then you’d get a text from him asking if you wanted to watch a movie. You knew you should’ve felt angry, maybe even gross that he was fucking another woman ten minutes ago and now is cuddling you in your bed while you watch a movie but there was a part of you that liked to pretend that it had been you the whole time.

Then he met Ara. She was the new captain of the cheerleading squad. The cuddles in your bed stopped. You only hung out for a little at home or in a group setting here and there. Yoongi was infatuated with her and you were no longer an important piece to his life.

You hated her. Not because you thought she was much prettier than you or that she had Yoongi and you didn’t. You hated her because she was mean to you. Any time Yoongi would look the other way she’d throw jabs at you. Comments about your appearance, your personality, your intelligence. She often liked to remind you that she was with Yoongi and you were not. She’d kiss him a little harder when you were around, fall into his lap as soon as you sat down. You hated her but Yoongi loved her so you kept your mouth shut and did your best to smile through it.

One morning you woke up with a particularly bad migraine. You were nauseous and exhausted from staying up all night thanks to the two of them going at it for multiple rounds. You knew number one on your list of things to do today was to finally go splurge on a good pair of noise canceling headphones.

While in the kitchen you groaned because you were definitely not in the mood when you heard soft feet sliding on the floor followed by Ara’s fake niceness in her voice.

“Y/N, sorry if we kept you up all night. I don’t know what got into Yoongi. He just couldn’t keep his hands off of me.”, she smirked.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna get any sleep when I move in here soon. I mean with him being all over me all the time like that.”

You choked on your coffee. The coughing making your head hurt worse.

“What? Yoongi didn’t tell you? Yeah he asked me a few weeks ago if I’d like to move in. And of course I’d love to.”, she smiled.

Your mouth went dry. You couldn’t believe he didn’t even ask you how you felt about anyone moving in especially Ara.

Thankfully Yoongi came walking out into the kitchen. He wrapped a hand around Ara waist before giving her a kiss, “Morning baby. You two getting along?”

Ara ran her fingers through his hair, “Of course. I was just telling Y/N how I’m moving in with you two.”

If you didn’t know him as well we you did you would’ve missed the way he flinched. He knew you weren’t going to be happy about that.

“Well I’ve got to get to class. See you at the game!”, she said before giving him a kiss again and ignoring you completely which you were glad for because your head felt like it was gonna explode.

“Look Y/N, I was going to tell you. I’ve just been busy and…”

You shook your head, “It’s fine. It’s half your place too. I’ve gotta get to class.”

You put the mug down in the sink before running to your room completely forgetting about the pounding headache.

As much as you wanted to skip the game you knew you could never do that. You’d never missed a game of Yoongi’s and you weren’t going to let a migraine and some bad news be the reason for the first.

Yoongi was fantastic again leading the team in points and assists. Him and Ara were practically all over each other as you stood off to the side waiting for them to come over so you could find out what the after game plans were.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see!”, a familiar voice said.

“Oh hi Jimin!”, you excitedly exclaimed.

The two of you had worked on a big economics project last semester.

“Working hard this semester?”, he questioned.

You nodded, “Yeah I’m just glad I don’t have to go through economics again. That was brutal.”

“Yeah tell me about it.”, he chuckled.

He nervously scratched at the back of his neck, “Sooo uh this is kind of weird but um my friend over there has been staring at you the whole game because he thought you were really pretty and when I told him that I knew you… well he’s kind of been on my case about introducing you to him.”

You looked over noticing a really cute guy shyly waving at you. You waved back.

Jimin continued, “His name is Jungkook and we were wondering if you were busy tonight because we’re going with out with a bunch of friends to this diner to get some food and hang out and we wanted to ask you to come with us.”

You thought about it but you always spent time after the game with Yoongi. You looked over in his direction watching as his hand slowly made its way to Ara’s ass and you realized you really didn’t want to spend another night being a third wheel until they just left you alone completely for the bedroom anyways.

“Yeah I’d love to go. Sounds fun.”, you smiled. Jimin walked you over to Jungkook and you giggled when he breathed a loud sigh of relief. You left with them not noticing the glare that Yoongi sent in your direction.

Ara moved in three weeks ago. It hasn’t been unbearable but you definitely started keeping your eyes open for other possible living situations. Most of the time you did your best to avoid her which also meant you were avoiding Yoongi too. That was also easier than you’d thought and slowly stopped seeming so foreign.

It was a rare Saturday night where you walked into the living room and found Yoongi but no Ara.

“Where’s your shadow?”, you asked with a slight tone of bitterness you hoped he didn’t catch.

“Girls night. I told her to invite you but she said they already had everything booked and couldn’t make any changes.”, he shrugged.

You dodged that bullet thankfully.

He continued, “I thought maybe we could order some food and then watch a movie. I feel like I’ve barely seen you over the last few weeks.”

“Uh yeah maybe another time. I kind of already have plans.”, you mumbled.

“What like a date?”, he chuckled. You knew he meant it as a joke but it still hurt that he though you going on a date was such a strange thing.

“Yeah I uh actually do have a date.”

You and Jungkook had been talking regularly since exchanging numbers at the diner. Then a few days ago he asked if you wanted to go on an official date and you said yes. You liked him. He was kind and thoughtful. He made you laugh. He was attractive and his smile made you melt. You loved looking over his tattoos and hearing the stories behind them. He made you feel like the only person in the world when you were with him and that was something you hadn’t felt in a long long time.

You were so caught up in day dreaming about Jungkook that you didn’t hear Yoongi talking to you.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry what?”

He laughed, “Who’s your date?”

“What are you my father?”, you asked half joking half actually annoyed because why did he care all of a sudden?

“No but you’re going on a date with some guy I don’t know. I want to make sure he’s good for you and that you’re not going to get hurt.”

You scoffed because how ironic.

“Thanks Yoongi but I can take take of my self.”

“Like you did with Jin?”, he said rather harshly.

Your blood ran cold at hearing that name. Jin was a guy you dated for over a year. He was your first real boyfriend and first love other than Yoongi. You caught him cheating on you with some woman he’d repeatedly told you wasn’t a threat. You were devastated and it was a huge blow to your confidence. You cried into Yoongi’s chest for days. You thought he had genuinely cared about you then so you had no idea why he would throw that back in your face right now.

Tears began to burn your eyes so you slammed them shut not wanting them to fall and ruin the makeup you’d worked so hard on or give Yoongi the satisfaction of knowing he struck a nerve.

While you had your eyes closed Yoongi had closed the distance grabbing your hand and making you flinch, “Fuck, Y/N I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I’m just stressed about the championship in a few weeks and me and Ara are going through a thing and my classes are building up. My mouth was working faster than my brain. You know I didn’t mean anything by it. Please.”

Luckily there was a knock at the door giving you an escape. Without saying anything you turned and left the apartment letting the door slam behind you. Jungkook greeted you with a bouquet of tulips, the first time a guy had given you flowers. They were beautiful and it was sweet. You thanked him and you were grateful that you could use the sweet gesture as an excuse for why you were tearing up when he questioned it just a few seconds later.

Things were awkward between you and Yoongi after that. You didn’t speak much unless it related to the bills or apartment. You hadn’t seen or heard Ara in a while but it was a Saturday night and Yoongi was nowhere to be found so you assumed he was with her. It was nice because for once you were able to peacefully fall asleep without having to wear your noise canceling headphones as a precaution.

But then you were woken up in the middle of the night by a loud thud followed by some curse words before someone was stumbling into your bed. You would’ve freaked out if you didn’t immediately recognize the scent of Yoongi’s cologne and lavender shampoo mixed with his favorite whiskey.

“Yoongi go to your bed. Ara’s gonna flip out if she comes home and finds you here.”, you grumbled trying to push him out of your bed.

It only seemed to make him snuggle in tighter, “Fuck her. I don’t care if she finds us. I miss my best friend. I miss you Y/N.”

“Yoongi you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.”, you said trying to push him off but he was basically dead weight in his drunken state and you didn’t have the strength to move him yourself so you accepted your fate and tried to create as much space between you in the bed before using his snores to help you back sleep.

“You disgusting lying whore! I knew you were just waiting for the chance to fuck him.”, Ara shrieked over you. You jumped awake startled and confused by what was going on. That’s when you looked over and saw Yoongi sitting up in bed hungover but just as confused as you.

“I didn’t…We didn’t do anything you stuttered. He showed up drunk and got in my bed. I tried to get him to leave but he wouldn’t.”

“Is that true?”, she hissed at him.

He shook his head, “I don’t know. I don’t remember anything.”

Your mouth dropped open. You weren’t surprised that he didn’t really remember anything but did he actually think that you would’ve seduced him? He could’ve at the minimum agreed with you that he was the one that got in your bed.

“I knew we should’ve moved into that other apartment together like we were going to but you were just too afraid to rip off the bandaid and tell Y/N how you thought she was an annoying pain in the ass and wanted to move away from her and now look Yoongi. She nearly ruined our relationship.”

Yoongi bit his bottom lip. You felt like throwing up and crying and running away. All this time he thought you were annoying. You wanted to ask when he started feeling that way but it didn’t matter anyways. The damage was done at that point. Ara turned and left mumbling something about finding a relator as soon as possible.

“Y/N…I…What she said…”,

“Just forget it Yoongi.”

You wanted to say more but you could feel yourself beginning to cry. You tried to scramble out of the bed but he was too quick and grabbed onto you, “Please just let me explain.I know it’s the oldest excuse in the book but I didn’t mean it. It was that night after one of my games. I was jealous because I saw you were talking to Jimin and then you were laughing and smiling with some other guy who I’m guessing was Jungkook. And then I was hurt that you went to hang out with them after the game instead of me. Ara kept adding fuel to the fire and I said that you were annoying and that me and her should move in together somewhere else without you. I was mostly annoyed with myself though and not you. By the next morning I knew I didn’t mean it.”

He ran his hands over this face before falling back onto the bed, “I can’t live without you Y/N. These last few weeks have really opened my eyes on how important you are to me. All these years I thought I had a small crush on you that would just go away. I tried to find love elsewhere because the thought of possibly loosing you terrified me. But I love you Y/N. If I’m gonna loose you anyways I figured I should at least say something now.”

You stared at him waiting to see the quick double blink he always did when he was lying but it never came. He was telling the truth.

“Yoongi I’ve…I’ve waited a long time to hear you say those words. We’ll have to talk about this some more but you’re not loosing me. I could never leave you.”, you said resting your head against his shoulders.

“3…2…1… And that’s it folks!!! The third consecutive championship for the Bangtan Crusaders lead by team captain Min Yoongi, who by the way graduates this year while being the schools all time leader in points scored and assists and just two steals shy of taking that one too. What a career he has had!”, the announcer excitedly exclaimed over the speaker system.

You were so proud of him watching as Yoongi and the rest of his team accepted their championship medals.

The two of you had come a long way since that night he confessed in your room. Lots of time spent talking and crying and making promises. Ara had broken up with him and stormed out not long after those events. He didn’t seem to care and you definitely did not either.

It was now almost a whole year later and things couldn’t have been better.

You laughed as Yoongi came running over to show you his medal like a golden retriever would bring you their toy.

“Y/N take a picture of me! I’m want to send it to my mom.”

“Okay say cheese!”, you smiled snapping the photo of him proudly holding up his medal.

“Congrats Yoongi! You earned it.”, you said giving him a hug.

“Thanks Y/N. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

A silence surrounded you as the rest of the team and fans continued to celebrate.

Finally when the noise died down a little Yoongi leaned over, “Hey do you want to come over and…”

He was cut off. “Sorry about that Babe, That was the realtor who called me. She said we could come sign for the apartment tonight if we wanted. That way we get the keys sooner.”, Jungkook said placing a hand on your lower back.

“Congrats man, you played great.”, he said putting his hand out to shake Yoongi’s when he noticed him standing there.

“Yeah thanks.”, Yoongi grabbed his hand.

“Well I should go get cleaned up.”, he said starting to back away towards the locker rooms.

Jungkook stopped him though, “Hey what are you doing later? Y/N and I were gonna check out that new pizza place everyone’s talking about. You should join us. My treat for you getting the school another win! Bring your girlfriend if she’s free. It’ll be like a double date.”

You chuckled at your boyfriends overly excited energy. You knew he really liked Yoongi and Yoongi saw him like a little brother which made your heart swell every time.

“Ohh that’s a great idea. Please bring Nari. We’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to catch up with her since we had that girls weekend last month.”, you begged.

“Alright alright.”, he faked annoyance but broke out into a huge gummy smile, “We were just gonna order pizza and crash on the couch any ways so that sounds like a better idea. We’ll be there.”

“Great! I’ll text you when we’re on our way.”, Jungkook said before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the exit.

Yoongi waved goodbye and started walking away at the same time. You looked back at the last moment catching a glimpse of him walking in the locker room for the final time.

[ily-sunghoon]

The Omen of Sterling | CHAPTER III

Pairing : vampire!enha x fem!oc (sunghoon is shining right here)

Genre of this chapter : vampire, fluff if you squint

POV : Author’s

Words count : 5.2k

WARNINGS : food, mentioned of blood, curses, mentioned of hex, witchcraft, weapons duel, lmk if I missed anything

Note : sorry for the long break! college sucks me dry and I fell sick! but feeling a lot better now! also thank you for the 350+ notes on the masterlist!!! it means a lot for me <3 feel free to ask if you have confusion about anything!

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CHAPTER III: ODD GIRL

Iolana slept like a baby after yesterday. That was such a long day. She’s still deep in her sleep when the vampires are arguing about humans’ eating needs.

“At least, we should give her breakfast! Let’s wake her up!” Jusarlie is worried. Being the most knowledgeable person in that room was hard.

“Let her rest, Jusarlie. She had a long day.” Hiael scoffed.

“Exactly why she has to eat!”

“And how are we supposed to wake her up exactly? Isn’t it a bit… I don’t know. We’ll look like perverts.” Ricardo clears his throat.

“Saine saw her feet yesterday. The whole calves.” Jusarlie feels the need to add some drama.

“Really, Jusarlie? Accusing me with false allegations?” Saine scoffed. “Guys, she told me to dry up her feet using my spell after the whole reading.”

“I can’t believe you’re becoming a pervert, Saine. We didn’t expect this from you.” Jestel looks so disappointed, he’s so good at acting.

“No more innocent Saine?” Jasper is joining in as well.

“I’ll tell you what! Her skin is almost as pale as Sarco! She would turn into a porcelain like Sarco if we transformed her into a vampire.”

They gasped in unison.

“Don’t spill it around like that!” Hiael panicked.

“He’s uncontrollable.” Jestel couldn’t believe it too.

“Will her smell be this annoying if she becomes a vampire?” Jasper asked the most important question for himself.

“Only if she bled.”

“Great, one of you turn her into one now. I don’t care about vamp host or anything, I can’t do this.” Jasper is in pure desperation.

“It’s not that simple, Jasper. Biting and drinking blood straight right up… it’s very intimate for us.” Hiael explained as polite as he could.

“It’s like having sexual intercourse.” Jusarlie sums it up.

“Seriously, Jusarlie? After I worded it so politely?”

“Notice who’s the real pervert here?” Saine throws rock back at Jusarlie.

“You and Jusarlie, clearly.” Sarco raised his eyebrows.

“Says you, Sarco! You crazy, possessive, lustful being!” Saine had a vision of how Sarco would act in a relationship. Let’s just say it is not a pleasant view for Saine, he was traumatized for a few months.

“There’s not a single sane braincell in your head, Saine. You should reconsider changing your name into Insaine.” Sarco hits back with his creative words.

“I’m the one with the most normal working brain here, ever heard what the folk towns said about us? Pioneers are everything but right-minded.” Saine who wanders a lot in town just like Ricardo, finally slipped out about the famous saying.

The folk towns are not wrong at all. Pioneers are out of their minds. For example, Sarco and his questionable moralism. Or maybe… Saine, with the dangerous and dark aura covered in a sweet personality of his. And maybe… Jusarlie? He gained the title ‘Psychotic Professor’ because some reasons.

“I’m behaving normal, though? Am I not?” Jestel is confused.

“You’re a Sinflame, it’s already far from normal.” Sarco giggled at his best friend.

“Wait, does biting feel equal to… you know?” Jasper gasped, finally speaking up after processing the whole idea of biting and drinking each other’s blood.

“Yes, married couple usually does it while in the sheets.” Jestel nods at Jasper’s question.

“And he still calls himself normal?” Saine giggled with Sarco.

“What the hell?!” Jasper is still in shock.

“The more you know.” Ricardo giggled. What a funny scene to watch.

While they’re arguing and bickering with each other, Iolana is already awake in her room. She’s already fit. She took a relaxing bath and wore comfortable casual clothes. She took out the letter that Idris gave her yesterday and began to read it carefully.

Test: Full on present and possible future Name: Iolana Sterling Result: Sweet, cheerful, easy-going, smart, caring, nurturing Potential to be the strongest vampire alive. Potential to tear Sinflame apart. Potential to start a war. Potential to make Slevado give up. Potential to be a ruthless queen. Will have a brother figure anytime soon. Will have a new best friend. Will have five suitors asking to be her vamp host. Will be hard to handle once become a vampire. Will be hard to control once realized her potential. Will be confused to choose one of the suitors. Deepest desire unknown. Dark secret unknown.

Iolana feels like Idris is a really great clairvoyant. She should get on his good side, no matter what. Iolana has no interest in hiding that letter. She just left it open on her table. Iolana heads out to where the guys are gathering. She doesn’t hear them bickering and arguing about who’s the most pervert for a while now. What are they currently doing?

“Iolana! Do you want some breakfast? We have, uh… bread? Milk? Some eggs?” Jusarlie doesn’t really know about breakfast menu.

“We’ve prepared this for you.” Jasper pulls the chair for Iolana, holding his breath. She glanced at the neatly placed plates and glass. There is bread, egg, and milk. What a brunch.

“Thank you!” Iolana smiles. She took a seat and began to eat. She feels seven pairs of eyes observing her so closely. It’s kind of creepy. “Are you guys not—”

“Nope, we’re good with these.” Jusarlie shows her a glass of wine. Obviously not wine, it’s reindeer’s blood.

“Eating is just a fancy thing for us. We don’t really need it.” Sarco explained.

“How do you usually eat, Iolana? The schedule and menu? I’ll make sure you eat well.” Jestel asked, he looks less intimidating right now. Probably because he didn’t style his blond hair, since 10am is not their active hour after all.

“For breakfast, something similar like this. You did so well.” Iolana complimented them.

“I found a breakfast book in my old shelf, we were supposed to add some bacons as well. Sadly, we ran out. I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Iolana.” Jusarlie smiles, showing his cute fangs.

“You’re all very kind to me. I appreciate it, I’m beyond grateful.” Iolana is truly touched by their kind gestures.

“We want the best for you, Iolana.” Saine replies with a smile.

“You look good in trousers, rare sight to see a girl wearing trousers like that.” Hiael commented. “It was a pure compliment. I’m sorry if I offend you.”

“Thank you for your honest compliment, Hiael. I wear trousers a lot at home.” Iolana explained. Sometimes she forgets that life outside of her living area is very different. First the ankle, now it’s trousers. Society is so funny.

She’s finishing brunch a little faster than usual. Feeling a bit uncomfortable with them observing her. Having seven pairs of vampires’ eyes watching you like that is surely something else.

Saine quickly noticed the slight discomfort in Iolana’s behavior. “Do we really have to take Jusarlie’s class today?”

“Not me, though. Stay mentally healthy, guys.” Ricardo chuckled.

“Enjoy your class.” Sarco also laughed at them.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Jusarlie sighed.

“Your exams are equal to dying slowly.” Hiael scoffed.

“Jasper and Jestel has no hard time doing it, though?” Jusarlie doesn’t want to lose.

“Of course, they’re as mental as you after all.” Saine couldn’t believe his ears. Since when did the standard has to rise just because Jasper and Jestel ace the exam?

“I’m sure Iolana won’t have any bad time with my lectures.” Jusarlie brings Iolana into the discussion.

“Do you prefer reading boring books or fighting, Iolana?” Ricardo asked.

Iolana was unsure about what she had to say. She chose the safe option, “I prefer sleep.”

“She’s just like me.” Jasper giggled. “I love sleeping, they don’t understand.”

“Jasper, we’re vampires. We don’t usually sleep.” Jestel rolls his eyes.

“I’m also a vampire who lost my human memories, yet I still love to sleep. Speaking about, preferences.” Jasper hits him back.

“You oversleep a lot.” Hiael points it out.

“Really? What was your record?” Iolana is curious.

“Fourteen hours.” Jasper admitted proudly.

“Guess mine,” Iolana makes it fun now.

“Twelve?” Jusarlie tried.

“Ten?” Sarco also joined in the guessing game.

“Fifteen maximum.” Jestel is also guessing.

“What was your record?” Jasper asked curiously.

“Twenty.” Iolana said while slightly raising her chin up.

They’re dumbfounded. Is that even normal? Is that healthy for human?

“Are you sure you were sleeping and not like… dying?” Saine is concerned.

“My father thought I was dead, but he checked up on my condition and I was perfectly fine. I was just sleeping! They woke me up after twenty hours, though. I need some food, they said.” Iolana told them the story.

“That’s amazing, we should do a nap competition next time.” Jasper found that very amusing. Someone can sleep for twenty hours. How crazy is that?

“Absolutely not.” Jestel is against that idea. “What if you die?”

“It’s a peaceful sleep, not some crazy stunts like Sarco.” Jasper is still confused. Why they’re so opposed by the idea of sleeping? It’s relaxing.

“I’d rather die fighting than to die sleeping?” Sarco is also confused by Jasper.

“You should try a refreshing nap, for real. It’s so energizing.” Iolana said to them. Siding Jasper.

“Sure, I want to know how energizing it can get me.” Jusarlie agrees.

“Yes, maybe we should try it together.” Jestel nods.

“If you haven’t really picked up, they’re in—” Jasper was cut by Jusarlie and Jestel who held him down. Did they really jump on him? Iolana found that odd.

“Don’t listen to him, Iolana.” Jusarlie smiles at Iolana again.

“Tell me whenever you’re ready to practice your fighting skill.” Sarco suddenly appeared next to Iolana.

“Oh, I’m actually ready. I put on these clothes just in case we’ll practice fighting today.” Iolana smiles.

“Great, then! Let’s go.” Sarco stood up from his seat.

“Shouldn’t you be taking a rest, Iolana?” Saine is clearly worried.

“She’s a Sterling, Saine. Don’t treat her like some ordinary human being.” Sarco is more offended by Saine’s words than Iolana herself.

“I’m fine, Saine. I should exercise to maintain my skill.”

“But—”

“She said she’s good.” Ricardo smugly smiles at Saine.

“Take care of yourself, Iolana.” Saine waves at Iolana who’s ready to practice.

“Thank you, Saine!”

Sarco and Ricardo walk to the basement, Iolana follows behind them. The basement is huge, no doubt about that. Mapping is difficult, it is not for beginners. Iolana wonders what do they use the basement for during the war? Is it to hide the children and women?

“How many floors are there in this basement?” Iolana curiously asked, breaking the silence between her and these tall vampires.

“Just two.” Sarco opened the practice room’s door. “I hope you’re good at mapping. This basement is a pain for newbie.”

“Jasper got lost a few times the first week.” Ricardo explained.

“I’ll just have to follow you then.” Iolana smiles.

“Good choice.”

Sarco observes her head to heels. “You look like you’re good at sword.”

“You can tell?” Iolana is a hundred percent sure that Sarco is a good fighter.

“Your father taught me that.” Sarco smiles. “Well, well, Iolana. What weapon will you test today?”

“Do you have recommendation?”

“How about… all of them?” Sarco stares directly into her eyes.

“Sure.”

“Are the both of you crazy or is it just me?” Ricardo doesn’t like this idea.

Iolana picks up the sword that Sarco handed her. “Is this steel? Or iron?”

“Correct. These are our practice swords for beginners like Ricardo and Jasper.” Sarco nods proudly at Iolana.

“How can you tell the differences?” Ricardo is impressed.

“Slightly heavier. Silver sword is a bit lighter.”

“Fight her, Ricardo. This is also your class.” Sarco throws a sword at Ricardo. “Don’t give her any mercy. You can start.”

Iolana obeyed and calmly waited for Ricardo to strike first.

“I could never—”

“Boring. Iolana, you can start.” Sarco immediately changed the role.

Iolana nods and gets ready to strike.

“Are you sure this is—” Ricardo has no idea of what just happened. His sword is on the sand floor, it just felt like a wind brushed on him. Iolana is gone from his sight. He turns around and sees the girl smiling at him.

“What the fuck?” Ricardo frowned. “Nah, I’m not fighting her.”

Sarco is totally enjoying this. He laughs like he’s never been in a hundred years. “I apologize, that was very entertaining.”

“How is that possible?” Ricardo still can’t figure it out.

“She’s a Sterling, no one believed me that it’s actually a big issue.” Sarco explained.

“Thank you for your credit, Sarco. I appreciate it.” Iolana is being honest.

“Don’t mention it, now your enemy is me.” Sarco is ready to strike with his machetes.

“Holy shit, that’s his favorite weapon! Be careful!” Ricardo quickly runs to the side of the practice field.

“You must’ve played the piano.” Iolana picks up two machetes as well.

“Yes. You have no idea how I really love equal opponents,” Sarco strikes missed. Iolana is terrifyingly fast for a human. Ricardo couldn’t imagine how strong she would be after turning into a vampire.

“I could say the same.” Iolana giggled.

They change their weapon every time one of them loses. It was a neck-to-neck fight. Ricardo is so amazed by both. They’re lying on the sand now. Out of stamina, maybe it’s just Iolana though.

“Pretty sure that was only the twenty percent of your real deal.” Iolana sits and offers his hand to Sarco.

“You’re a tough human, still.” Sarco grabbed her hand and sat as well.

“Me personally, you guys are crazy.” Ricardo shook his head. “Don’t ever fight, please.”

“He’s adorable.” Iolana chuckled at Ricardo’s reaction.

“He is.” Sarco nods. “He turns twenty this year, still can’t believe it sometimes.”

“They found me at the orphanage.” Ricardo began to tell his story to Iolana. “I was… the naughtiest kid ever.”

“Seems like you still are.” Iolana is very honest. “Who hold the adoption certificate, though?”

“No one yet.” Sarco looks down.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Jestel feels like none of us is ready to adopt him as family, he’s always so controlling to us like that.” Sarco looks genuinely annoyed.

“The day after I become a vampire, you have my promise.” Iolana stares at Ricardo.

“Hey, no pressure! It’s okay, I already thankful enough for this little family.” Ricardo laughed. Hiding his pain.

“No, no. You have my promise. I see your potential, you can be a good Sterling.” Iolana is being real. Ricardo and his careless behavior sound like a good Sterling.

“See, kiddos? A Sterling compliments you.” Sarco smiles at Ricardo. He wants nothing but Ricardo’s happiness. “Wait, Iolana. Have you ever fought empty-handed?”

“Barely, I don’t have the perfect anger to do it.” Iolana sighed. “You caught me there.”

“That’s alright, we’ll find your source of anger together.” Sarco chuckled at her.

Ricardo narrowed his eyes a little. Sarco is never that smiley.

“I’ve tried everything. Asking my dad to boss me around, asking my maids to disorganize my stuffs, asking my mom to scold me. Nothing works! When my brother accidentally cut my hair, I don’t even get angry.”

“So that’s how you got that haircut? How original.” Sarco is impressed. “Have you ever fallen in love?”

“That’s…? No, I guess not.” Iolana tilts her head.

“Maybe your anger could be triggered from love.” Sarco is guessing. “Most people are like that, except Jasper and Jestel. They get angry at everything.”

“Love… how does it feels like?”

“You’ll question your logic when it happens.” Sarco answered shortly. He quickly changed the topic, “Sterling mansion still exists here, if you want to visit your old house. I’ll take you there after dusk.”

“Really?” Iolana’s eyes sparkle.

“They’re still taking a good care of your mansion, those are some loyal maids and butlers.”

“Please, take me!” Iolana’s eyes are still sparkling.

—

The five other vampires are trying to relax in the living room. They can’t, though. Three of them are worrying about Iolana.

“You need to eavesdrop.” Jestel said to Saine. He’s going insane.

“Have some class, you’re a crown prince.” Hiael is calmly reading a book.

Saine tries to eavesdrop. “Oh my—they’re talking about Iolana’s source of anger.”

“Already? Fist fight?” Jasper is shocked.

“I guess so?” Saine is unsure. “They’re talking about love now.”

“Hell no.” Jestel shook his head. “Why are they talking about love?”

“She probably doesn’t have any source of anger.” Jusarlie guessed. “She’s a Sterling after all.”

“Tell me the history of Sterling, please?” Jasper is still so lost.

“I’m glad you asked.” Jusarlie closed his book and smiled widely. “I hope you’re ready for an amazing legendary story.”

—

“Even when you saw them fuckers kill your entire family? No anger?” Sarco is almost giving up.

“Call me heartless, I do want revenge but it’s not that great of a deal because I know I need to be stronger first. I can’t just go to their lair with a human form.” Iolana explained. “My father even calls me a…”

“True Sterling.” Iolana and Sarco said in unison.

“Is that an inside jokes?” Ricardo asked.

Sarco nods, “Tearle often calls me that whenever I act heartless. He even called me ‘more Sterling than a Sterling’ once.”

“Sounds like him.” Iolana giggled.

“It’s really in your nature then? Being heartless?” Ricardo finally gets it now.

“You could say that.” Iolana shrugged her shoulders.

“We have similar backgrounds, if I think about it.” Sarco laughed at the sudden realization. “We lost our family because of Sinflame and Von Ruden unnecessary wars. They’re so dramatic.”

“My father had a theory that Von Ruden is being controlled and manipulated by someone who wants Krashoviel throne.” Ricardo spoke up.

“Idris confirmed it, but they never believe them.” Sarco shrugged his shoulder.

“Holstein.” Iolana dozed off for a second.

“What?”

“Just a guess.”

“Wait a minute…” Sarco connects the dots. “That little piece of dirt!”

“Why?” Ricardo and Iolana are puzzled now.

“He was always acting weird! And after the last war, he fully turned his back against our nation. I have trust issues on Hiael now.” Sarco looks so frustrated.

“Told y’all that Hiael is kind of odd. Maybe if you start believing a kid.” Ricardo rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, mark my words. You’ll fall in love, Iolana. You’ve got seven men living with you.” Sarco suddenly summed it up.

“I don’t know, I had a vision that I will be a crazy lover. I wouldn’t want that to happen to anyone.” Iolana sighed, she truly is something else sometimes. It is hard to handle her, she’s just kind of… out of her mind.

“Would love to see that.” Sarco giggled. Somebody is a little bit eager here.

“Oh?” Ricardo holds his laugh.

“I just can’t see Iolana insanity in love fields, that’s why I’m curious.” Sarco clarified himself.

“Sure! No need to clarify yourself like that.” Ricardo smiles, mocking Sarco.

They ended up talking for hours in that practice room, Sarco felt relieved. He was right about Iolana, she’s much more than meets the eyes. Ricardo felt safe, he has one more person to talk to about his burdens. Iolana truly feels like a sister to him.

Three hours before dinner, Jestel decided to check up on them. “Are you having fun?”

“Never feels better.” Sarco helps Iolana to stand up, while Iolana helps Ricardo next.

“I’m glad you get along very well.” Jestel smiles at Iolana.

“Sarco and Ricardo are amazing, I really enjoy my time with them.” Iolana smiles back.

Something burns inside Jestel, it makes him slightly annoyed. He hid it very well, of course. He doesn’t want to get caught jealous by anyone, let alone Sarco and Ricardo.

“Hey, Jestel.” Iolana makes Jestel turn his head to face her.

“Yes?”

“Do you have any pictures of Holstein?” She asked with hesitation.

“Of course.” Jestel nods. “Do you want to see them?”

“If I may…”

“You are free to ask for anything. Really.” Jestel smiles at her.

Sarco could feel Jestel’s smile on his back. He feels annoyed and he’s not the best at hiding his facial expression.

“Yo, someone’s jealous.” Ricardo whispered at Sarco.

“I’m never jealous.”

“Quit lying, you’re not good at it.” Ricardo finds this whole situation very amusing. Not even two days, hell, not even a full one day in and Iolana already stealing hearts. What a maneater.

—

Just as he promised, Sarco took Iolana to the Sterling Mansion after dinner. Ricardo seems more excited about this than Iolana herself.

“So, where is this, Sterling Mansion?” Iolana asked Sarco.

“Near the palace.” Sarco answered shortly.

“Bakery?”

“Absolutely.” Sarco nods. “I love your gates.”

“Sterling is the coolest.” Iolana raised his chin a little bit. “Ricardo looks like the vase you threw to me yesterday.”

“Oh, you’re right! You know, Jusarlie looks like the dining room’s rug.” Sarco informed her.

“I can’t believe I have to handle two Sarco in this lifetime.” Ricardo couldn’t catch up on their weird topics.

“We’re just creative.” Iolana giggled. “It’s stimulating, you know.”

“Just say you’re weird and move on.” Ricardo shook his head.

They finally have a sight of the Sterling Mansion. Now, this is totally different from Cairneye’s. The gate is black, with their family’s crest. The front yard is not that colorful, just a fountain and a grass field. The building itself is very eerie, painting is dark, roof is dark, definitely something straight out from horror movie. Not so different from Iolana’s old house, minus the hardcore maze to confuse those nations whose looking for them. It looks safer here.

“Are you sure your favorite color is pink?” Ricardo thinks that Iolana is lying during dinner.

“Yes?”

“Not so you, just saying.” Ricardo hangs his hands up. “If you said red, I would believe it more.”

“Ricardo, don’t ever say that again or I’ll cut your throat.” Iolana remained calm. “I love pink to the point where I’m obsessed.”

“Please, don’t. I apologize.” Ricardo has goosebumps. Iolana is definitely sick in the head, he’s sure of it now.

“You should take turn on babysitting Ricardo next, nobody ever puts him in his place like that.” Sarco laughed at the scene.

“Wilhelmina would love her so much.” Ricardo sighed. It is always women who put him in his place, not that he complains, but it’s just… what about it? Women has this mystical aura that Ricardo couldn’t explain, like they would actually cut his throat without any hesitation over small things… like the pink topic earlier.

“She would be her closest friend in a second.” Sarco finally opened the Sterling Mansion’s gate. They walked inside.

“She would be her partner in crime if she knew Jestel, Saine, and Jusarlie are already swooned over by Iolana.” Ricardo added. Oh! What an interesting news for Iolana.

“They what?” Iolana is very… dense? That’s what happens if you totally isolated your kid from the outside world.

“I thought you already picked up?” Ricardo is clearly surprised by Iolana’s clueless self. “They adore you, Iolana. So much, to the point where you can call it love.”

“Nonsense.” Iolana laughed it off. There’s nothing worth adoring about her, besides her originality and combat skill, of course. Or at least that is what she thought.

“They gave you their blood, right?” Ricardo asked, having zero clue that Sarco also gave his blood to Iolana earlier after dinner.

Sarco, visibly panicked, rushed his steps like it’s a marathon competition, not wanting to hear the conversation any further. Not wanting Iolana to question his feelings for her.

“They did, what about it? Isn’t it just for me to feel energized and could create stronger bond with them?” Iolana has no idea about all of this, her father never told her about any of this before.

“I have no idea what your tradition is, but here in Krashoviel, they will only give you their blood if they want to settle down with you.”

“Ricardo, slow down. Settle down? As in commitment to marriage?”

Ricardo nods, Sarco? Vanished from their sight. “Exactly. That’s why it is such a big deal.”

“But… there’s no way they’re already falling for me like that, right? I’ve just arrived… maybe they just wanted to protect me better because I’m a human?”

“You love pink sounds more sensible than the words that just came out from your mouth just now.” Ricardo summed it up for her. Ended the whole debate.

“But Sarco gave his blood to me earlier…” That makes Ricardo turn his head faster than lightning. This is so fun, he could make fun of Sarco all the way he wants now.

“Things are getting spicy, I guess!” Ricardo laughs like a madman. “Iolana, you’re one of a kind. Congratulations.”

“Is that even a good thing…?” Iolana is unsure that this is something to be proud of.

“The royal-chaser ladies would die to be in your position.” Ricardo informed. “Get ready for the hates.”

“I never socialize, and this is what I get for my first time?” Iolana let out a deep breath.

“Sounds fun, right? I love drama.” Ricardo smiles widely.

“Oh, you’re some troublemaker.” They finally reached the door. Sarco is standing in the corner like some creep.

“You do know that we could see you nice and clear, right?” Even the dim lights couldn’t hide his tall and pale figure.

“I was just leaning on the concrete.” Sarco is really bad at lying, Ricardo was right.

“So, Iolana, from the seven of us, who do you think is the most handsome?” Ricardo intentionally hits her with that question.

Sarco froze, thanks to the dim light, they couldn’t really tell.

“Well, you’re all handsome. I’m not lying because my brother was a gorgeous man, so he kind of set my standards up.” Iolana admits. “But I personally drowned to someone like Jestel, Saine, or Sarco. They have this hint of mysterious behavior? If you know what I mean. This is in term of physical appearance.”

“Cool!” Ricardo laughed at Sarco’s reaction. He looks so ugly holding himself together like that.

“But I think, Jusarlie has this handsomeness that grows overtime? The more you look at him, the more handsome he would be.” Iolana worded it perfectly. “It is dangerous, that kind of attractiveness is sometimes irresistible.”

“Jusarlie, huh?” Ricardo could see Sarco is totally pissed now. It’s so fun to watch.

“Saine and Sarco? Very beautiful to look at, very gorgeous. But Jusarlie? Hypnotizing. It’s like he could end up an inch away from me, but I wouldn’t even recognize it.”

“That is a massive compliment, I’m glad Jusarlie didn’t hear all of that.” Sarco tries to laugh at Iolana’s words. He just hopes that Ricardo didn’t tell her about the blood things.

“He’s very… tempting. At least for me.” Iolana shrugged her shoulder.

“What type of handsome am I?” Ricardo is curious now.

“You’re the cunning type, in a good way. It’s actually similar to Saine, but different in the details. You both look like you will hate everyone but your girl. While Saine is more of the sweet and serious type, you’re the type to be joking around and make her laugh.” Iolana explained what she feels about Ricardo’s face type.

“I would never want to be in the same class as you during Idris or Saine’s lecture. You will end the whole class.” Ricardo is dumbfounded, why does she have to read him like an open book like that?

“Excuse me, who are—oh, my vamp! Sir Sarco, I apologize. We didn’t recognize you earlier.” A group of vampires just came. They’re probably the said butlers and maids that Sarco told Iolana about.

“That’s alright. I bring you Iolana Sterling today.” Sarco presented Iolana to them.

“Iolana? Sir Tearle’s child?!” Sarco created a huge fuss amongst the butlers and maids.

“Thank you for your loyalty, I’ll pay for your priceless dedication.” Iolana smiles at them.

“No, no, no. We’re devoted our lives to serving Sterling. It is our duty to continue even if the masters are not here. However, we’re so thankful for Sir Sarco—” One of the maids suddenly froze.

Iolana turns her head to Sarco who’s currently using his power to keep that maid silent. His eyes are slightly glowing red. Meaning… it’s just a little sneak peak of his real power. Of course. He’s a Phelanflame after all.

“Sarco?”

The said guy lets out a nervous giggle, “Yes, Iolana?”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Sarco smiles.

“He takes care of them and he also the one who stood with them when the royals want to turn your house to a museum.” Ricardo spilled it out.

“Great, now you’re not on my side anymore.” Sarco sighed and let go of his power to the maid earlier.

“Sarco, did you really do that?” Iolana is touched.

“Yes, I hope you’re not angry.”

“I’m anything but angry. Sarco, thank you.” Iolana is really thankful, Sarco is not as cold as he appears to be. He’s actually the most considerate person she’s ever met.

“I’m just doing my job.” If Sarco is a human, he’s a blushing mess right now. “You should see the house. You never experience it, right?”

“Ah, right! This way, Sir and Ma’am.” One of the butlers opens the front door. “I’m Rupert, the head butler, I’ve been working for Sterling since three hundred years ago.”

“My father told me about you a lot, Rupert. I’m so sorry, your brother died when Slevado strike us.” Iolana informed him.

“He died in honor, Ma’am.” Rupert gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m sure he’s proud of it.”

Sarco and Ricardo watch the scene in front of them with admiring eyes. You’d be lucky if you found a good butler or maid for the house, Sterling has a bunch of the best maids and butlers. Ricardo heard they can fight too, with their skill and loyalty… Ricardo is unsure they could find anyone like them in this nation.

“Excuse me for being presumptuous, Ma’am. Is Sir Tama…?” Rupert asked Iolana about her brother.

“As far as I know, he probably is. I don’t know, I can’t feel him.” Iolana answered honestly.

“We can do whatever we could to help you find him, if that’s what you like, Ma’am,”

“Maybe, I want to rest for a bit. I’ll tell you if I’m ready. Thank you, Rupert.” Iolana gave him a smile.

“I’ll take you to the archive room, Ma’am. Follow me.”

—

Idris is feeling calm and happy today. He doesn’t even know why. He just does. He made a cup of chocolate and sat on his favorite spot in his mansion. A spot where he could see the entire nation, not as wide as the view in the castle, but enough to entertain his eyes. Idris lets out a deep sigh, it is rare to have a day like this.

Just when he’s feeling very thankful for this day, a sudden wave of sound and pieces of pictures attack his mind. “Oh my, another one?” Idris gave in and tried to focus on the vision that the universe was about to give him.

“I have an idea, we can test if Iolana is dead or alive.” Holstein laughed at himself. He’s always doing that when he knows his idea will work.

“How?”

“Put a hex on her but link it to her brother. If she gets sick, make sure Tama will get sick too. We can tell if she’s alive or not.” Holstein smiles widely, it almost scares Idris.

“We could try, let’s go.”

Idris gasped when the vision ended. He should tell Jestel about this.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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yellow tulips - sung hanbin

a/n: while i’m not hanbin biased, no one else felt right for this concept. also the day i stop doing college aus is the day i die so i’m sorry!! thank u for being here <33

word count: 4k

zb1 | sung hanbin, fluff, then angst, then fluffy ending, college au, bet au (‘i bet you can’t make him fall in love with you’ kinda concept), reader is a meanie, hanbin did nothing wrong, tw: calculus 

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it’s weird to use the term ‘heartbreaker’ post-high school because it felt like such a childish term. a heartbreaker is normally some 16-year-old who doesn’t know how to treat others and cheats on their partners, acting like it’s cool to be a dickhead. in the best case scenarios, people grow out of being players and move on with their lives. 

this wasn’t the best case scenario. “something about him just makes me so mad, you know?” you whine to your friends. you say, “he’s so arrogant and full of himself. he thinks he’s all that. he’s such a narcissist.” you think about all the little things that set you off about sung hanbin. his attitude. his audacity. his stupidly attractive voice. everything about him just pisses you off, but he’s just so naturally likable that no one else seems to share your opinion. 

and that’s what sucks. sung hanbin is a heartbreaker. the amount of people who have their horror stories of falling for hanbin, him leading them on for a few weeks, and being cruelly rejected is astonishing. 

that leads you to tonight. a couple of buddies and a couple of drinks later and your friends think it’s the idea of the century to play truth or dare. you pick truth a couple of times, spill some inner secrets you don’t actually care about, but then your friends say you can only pick truth so many times before you have to pick dare. so you pick dare. and your friends give you something dumb and easy. text an ex that you miss them. 

but you’re a bit more daring than that, asking for something bigger and harder. maybe even a challenge. it’s probably the alcohol, but maybe it's also the competitive streak you can’t let go of. a friend suggests that you text hanbin, the sung hanbin, that you miss him, as if you guys knew each other (you’ve never talked to this man in your life).

another says that might not be enough to satisfy your requirements for ‘harder’, so they bump it up to ‘ask hanbin out on a date’. and the first one says, ‘well why stop there, might as well challenge them to make hanbin fall in love for real’. and they both look at you, you shrug (again the confidence probably being from the alcohol), and you tell them. 

“fine. lay out the conditions.”

“you have two months. no- one month. so until june 1st to get hanbin to confess his feelings for you,” one says, “and no trying to get him to go along with your challenge. he has to genuinely be confessing his feelings.”

“what’s my prize if i can do it?” you ask. might as well get something out of a task so difficult if you can pull it off.

“...bragging rights?” they say, and you suppose there’s no greater prize. 

your mission: make sung hanbin fall in love with you.

rules:

1. don’t fall in love with him.

2. once he admits to having feelings, immediately leave. don’t continue the mission any longer.

3. you have one month to do the impossible.

—

“i didn’t even know i had hanbin’s number in my phone if i’m real with you,” you tell your friend, “oh my god i have texted him before. and it was for calculus notes. what do i even say to him?”

your friend thinks for a second, “well, try to like subtly reintroduce yourself and ask him if he can help you study.”

“study what? calculus?” you raise an eyebrow. you had a nearly perfect grade in calc, and playing dumb did not seem like the move you wanted to make. 

“sure! say you haven’t gotten the last couple sets of notes and are really lost. he’ll take pity on you and help you! then you can be like ‘well i have to repay you for helping me so let me take you out for coffee’! it’s foolproof!” you friend comes up with excitedly. as dumb as the plan sounds, it might just work. it’s, at the very least, a way to get your foot in the door. 

you text him and ask him for help. he doesn’t respond right away, maybe 20 minutes later. he says sure, anything for a friend, with a smiley face. at least it won’t be insufferable to play dumb. besides, he already considers you a friend, so that’s a good start.

—

“can you tell me which sets of notes you missed?” he asks as you sit down in the library at one open table. 

“yeah, it must have been 4.4 and 4.5. i was in class today when we were doing 4.6 and i just feel so lost,” you say. you had to rip your previous notes out of your notebook and not take very good notes today, pretending to be lost even though it was very clear what was going on.

“that's okay! here, look at my notes, and i’ll walk you through some problems!” he says with a smile. despite his reputation, he’s really pleasant to talk to and interact with.

he helps you through the practice problems and basically reteaches you everything you already know. he’s very thorough in how he explains every little thing, and his manniserisms when teaching stick out cutely. he gets really excited when you (pretend to) finally get a concept and he makes cute and dramatic little faces at random points. even though all the content already made sense before, the way he explained it could have made sense to a toddler. that’s how knowledgable he presents himself. 

as you get through all the work, and it’s been about an hour and a half, it feels wrong to hold him here any longer, so you proceed with the line you had practiced in the bathroom mirror.

“hey, thank you so much again for helping me,” you tell him as he looks up at you. he makes the perfect amount of eye contact, too, not too much but enough to make you feel like you have all his attention. no wonder so many people fall for him.

he grins sweetly, “you don’t have to thank me!”

��but i really do want to pay you back for being so kind to me and helping me out. are you free to get coffee tomorrow? it’s on me,” you say, smiling back at him. he looks a little surprised, almost shocked for a second, before regaining his composure. 

“you don’t have to do that-”

“but i want to!”

“okay, okay! if you’re so insistent…” he chuckles, “i guess i can’t say no. but i will be ordering the most obnoxiously expensive drink on the menu.”

you laugh back at him, if not because he’s so clearly going to order the cheapest thing he can find. you bet he won’t have it in him to even ask for a medium, “my wallet can handle it,” you say.

he shakes his head fondly, “okay, moneybags. i’ll see you tomorrow then.”

—

“i think i just want a small iced americano,” he asks you as you’re the next ones up in line. you internally giggle because of course you were right. 

“really? thats the ‘obnoxiously expensive’ drink you were talking about?” you joke with him. all he does is laugh light-heartedly, like his soul is full of good intentions. there’s a little thought forming in the back of your head wondering if that’s really true, or if his reputation is only thus so because he was so good at fooling people. 

“i don’t really want anything else,” he says as he looks at the menu board. you decide not to fight him on it.

as you two go up to order, his iced americano and your drink as well, you get into a conversation with the barista about something small. something about the weather changing so fast and how hot it already is. before you even know it, the barista is telling you to have a good day and stay safe in the heat. you look down at the card reader to see it just says ‘welcome’ and you haven’t even paid yet. you look over at hanbin as he’s putting his wallet away, and it dawns on you.

“why did you do that? i was supposed to pay! for yesterday, remember?” you tell him, and he laughs in the most endearing way.

“i wanted to, is that so wrong?” he asks, and you scramble to tell him no, of course it’s not wrong, persay, but you wanted to as well, “well, if you want to pay next time, you have to beat me.”

next time, huh?

as you two wait for your coffees, and even after you get them, you just sit there, chatting with him about anything and everything. you tell him about your hobbies and passions, and he tells you about his love for dancing, showing you videos in his studio. he is an incredible dancer. he tells you his major and his carrer goals, and you tell him about your current job and where you’re trying to go in life. he tells you he wears glasses sometimes and you tell him your favorite flowers are yellow tulips.

and suddenly it felt like you knew sung hanbin. it was weird to see him in such a different light.

—

next time ended up turning into almost daily dates. coffee, tea, walks in the park, getting lunch, seeing movies, studying for calculus (you did better than him on the test, but you lied anyway), and going shopping. anything you wanted or needed to do, he was there to accompany you for. it was like having a buddy for anything life threw at you. weeks went by. you saw him, at the very least, every other day.

and somewhere along the line, at some unspecified point, or maybe just gradually, you forgot the mission was to make him fall in love with you. it was so much easier to just let him make you fall in love. 

which was the unintended, but foreseeable consequence of this kind of bet. looking back on it now, how you ever thought you could get him to have feelings for you without developing feelings for him was beyond dumb. he was nothing like his reputation, and you should have taken that as the red flag it was and escaped. 

he’s pretty and charming and polite and kind and nothing like the narcissist you thought he was. 

somewhere along the line, you fell for sung hanbin.

—

“hey, could we talk after class today?” he says, over the phone. he didn’t mean to call you so suddenly, but he knew there would be no way he didn’t chicken out if he didn’t call. 

“yeah, for sure. do you wanna meet up?” you ask him.

“yeah, in-person is better. thank you,” he says, “can you do 4? i’ll meet you outside the cafe if that’s good with you.”

“got it. i’ll see you then, bin,” you say, slipping in a nickname, knowing that makes his knees weak. it was so easy to make him flustered. you'd bet his ears were turning red at that moment.

—

when you meet up, he has flowers. the same flowers you told him you liked when you got coffee that first time. he remembered. maybe that day was the real first date, and he just didn’t really think about it like that until now. 

he looks at you like you’re the prettiest person in the world, beyond the beauty of anyone else. his eyes are sparkling and he’s smiling that same endearing smile and it’s like he’s a teenager in love again. he still feels so giddy. 

he starts, holding the flowers close to him, like he’s giving you a piece of his soul, “i just wanted to say that it’s been really nice getting to know you these past few weeks. i know that feels like such little time, but we’ve already spent so much time together that i feel like i already know you so well. i’m so endeared by all your little habits and your personality and everything about you.

“i… have feelings for you. and it’s okay if you’re not ready because it’s only been a short amount of time, or if you’re not into me at all, that’s also totally okay! i just wanted to tell you and, if you want, i’d like something serious with you.

“and these are for you,” he says as he holds the flowers, “they’re yellow tulips, just like what you told me you liked. they’re so pretty, just like you. and so delicate and beautiful and- sorry, i’m just rambling at this point,” he laughs at himself, “i know a lot of people think a certain way about me, and that’s okay. i’m not going around breaking hearts, i just… no one makes me feel like you do.”

it’s hard to respond in the moment, but it’s safe to say you forget the bet, the intentions, everything, and only think about your feelings.

so he responds for you, “oh my god, i just can’t stop talking about it, i just like you so much. it’s so nice to have off my chest,” he smiles, before looking at you with precious eyes, handing off the flowers to be in your care, “do you... feel something similar for me?” he asks, a little more confident before as you fondly gaze at him, it’s like reassurance.

and you just laugh, holding the yellow tulips, “yeah, i have something i want to say to you,” you smile as he smiles at what you say, and for just a second you’re two young lovers smiling happily with flowers and the sunset in the background. it’s so scenic.

“i like you too, hanbin.”

and, for one, brief moment, everything is perfect. 

—

and then it all comes crashing down. it’s the next day. you had hours of perfect happiness before someone had to open their mouth. 

“your friend told me,” he calls out to you in the hall, and you turn around to look at him, confused. your smile upon hearing his lovely voice fades. his face doesn’t have that usual brightness to it, like something was weighing on him. 

“hanbin? what’s wrong?”

“your friend, taerae, told me about me and you, that night that you played truth or dare,” he says. he doesn’t sound like rage, he sounds like suspicion. like he’s still debating in his head whether or not he wants to believe taerae. of course it had to be taerae to let it slip. the guilt would eat him alive. 

you didn’t even tell the rest of the friend group that he had confessed. you had only told taerae, and it was because you were excited about mutual feelings between you and hanbin, forgetting the bet for a second. taerae probably didn’t even do it intentionally, it must have just slipped. 

“what did he tell you?”

“no, don’t try to- just tell me… what happened that night. why did you text me? why did you ask me to get coffee? what was the reason for all of it?”

so you told him. he had the right to know. even if it ruined everything so fast. it had been merely hours, not even a full 24, before it came crashing down. it only hits you when you say it out loud how cruel of a bet it really was. 

“so you just-” he trails off, this incredulous look on his face. there’s so much tension in the air as it all hits him what’s been happening this whole time, “you manipulated me and tried to get close to me just so i’d get feelings for you? you’re telling me this was intentional?” his voice is getting shaky, and his hands are starting to tremble.

“yes, hanbin…i wanted to make you fall in love with me,” you say back, trying hard to remain calm. he’s searching your eyes for something you don’t know for sure is in there, “at the time, i didn’t have feelings for you. and, yes, i did it intentionally.”

“i don’t understand, even if i wronged you in some way, what would be the point?” he asks. it’s sad because hanbin had never wronged you. and he assumed he had.

“i-” you start, but he cuts you off. if this was a normal conversation, you’d be surprised that hanbin was doing something ‘rude’ like cutting someone off when speaking.

“was it a prank or something?” he asks, now you can really hear it in his voice. you can see it in his eyes now. he’s containing his feelings well giving the situation, but little flames of anger are poking through, “was that all i was?”

and then it hits you just how wrong it all was. hanbin was never out to get you, he was never rude, never condescending or narcissistic like you thought. his reputation as a player and a heartbreaker was a lie, a facade he never chose to maintain. all those people he rejected came onto him and he never once led them on. 

“that’s not how it is anymore, but if that's what you want me to admit to, then yes. it was a bet. i told my friends i could make you fall in love with me.”

he scoffs because it’s so unbelievable, but is silent a moment before speaking, “what does ‘anymore’ mean?” he asks.

and there it is. you might as well come clean, “i didn’t like you… back then,” you admit. it takes him a second to realize, “yeah. and so i stopped actively trying to make you fall in love. i just wanted to spend time with you.” there’s so many thoughts left out. i wanted to fall in love with you because you felt so safe. i wanted to fall in love with you because you never wanted anything from me, never asked me for anything but my time. i wanted to fall in love with you because i knew you were falling for the real, genuine me. not some act. something like that.

“ah, i see,” he says awkwardly. even in all the confusion and intense emotions, he’s still himself, “i think… i’ll need some time to think this all over. i hope you can understand.”

you nod, “yeah, of course. just… let me know when you’re ready. and i’m sorry, if it means anything. i didn’t mean for this to happen.”

and you have to let him walk away.

–

hanbin steps into the cafe with his friends right in front of him, them conversing about a new drama on netflix or the new music they’re liking lately. he’s answering when spoken to, but not adding much input of his own, kind of lost in his own world. 

he orders a small iced americano. part of him gears up to say the name of another drink, but he doesn’t even like that drink. he doesn’t know why it’s still on the tip of his tongue, like it’s muscle memory to say it.

he sits at the table with his friends, letting them drive the conversation while he stares out the window of the passenger seat. he has this revelation for the first time that, even as an extrovert, sometimes you can be the lonliest you’ve ever been while surrounded by people you love and care about. he normally feels good in the company of his friends, but there’s still that one person on his mind. he doesn’t give mind to the conversation his friends are having, excitedly chatting.

instead, he finds comfort in replaying the conversations he had with that person in his head. he thinks about all the pretty moments, like when he confessed. at least he can be grateful that moment wasn't ruined until later. he’d never been that happy in his entire life like when he heard them say they liked him too. 

and even though his brain still wants to harbor all this anger and sadness, his heart keeps going back to the yellow tulips, to the beautiful person that made his heart jump out of his chest.

and when there’s no one else to call, of course he came running back to you.

—

 it’s 2am, and he knew if anyone would come running, it would be you.

“i’m still really upset at you,” he murmurs, shivering as he takes a bite out of the gas station snack he picked out. maybe he was just lonely and it was 2am and he wouldn’t feel bad about using you to make himself feel better when you used him as a trophy. still, it doesn’t feel like he’s doing it just to solve his existential loneliness. you were his first thought, and the only person he asked. he thinks it always had to be you.

he’s apologetic for having woken you up, especially when he sees how tired you look. if it would have consoled you at all, he would tell you how cute you looked right now, tiredly holding the drink (that he paid for. you haven’t even gotten one chance to pay this whole time you had gotten close to him, just too slow, he says). he doesn’t feel like it’s a good time, but you’ve never been this cute to him, and he’s starting to think he can get over what happened if you stay this cute a little while longer.

“i know. it’s okay, you should be,” you say back to him, sipping your slushee with a frown, “i missed you, bin.”

and that’s when he cracks. he missed you too.

“can you come here?” he asks, and you perk your head up, coming closer to him, assuming maybe he wants to tell you something in private (but away from the poor 7/11 worker? who else is around?).

he has nothing to say, though. instead, he pulls you closer and holds you against him, hugging you tightly. your head rests on his shoulder as he adjusts his grip, “i’m still mad.” he says again. you tug on his jacket as your arms wrap around his waist.

because it’s not like you were still faking it. you know it, and he can tell. your smiles are honest and your laughs are genuine. he’s sure that you have genuine feelings for him. so maybe he can look past being played if you’re always this cute. 

“i’m sorry,” you say. he thinks you’re doing it on purpose, acting cute so he’ll forgive you quickly. it might be working.

he chuckles, and you feel the vibrations from his chest, “i know. just give me some time to get over it. i still like you, whether or not you’re a meanie.”

—

and somewhere out there, taerae is blowing up your phone, frantically apologizing for letting the truth slip to hanbin. scratch whatever happened before, that guilt would have eaten taerae alive. you’ll tell him it’s okay in the morning.

it was supposed to happen anyway, it’s not like you were gonna hold in the truth forever. maybe you should have just offered to text your ex that you miss them that one night with your friends, but then you never would have met hanbin. 

not literally, you met him months ago. you would see him in class and pass by him on campus, you’d give him a polite smile and he’d do the same, and you’d remember his existence even after you graduated as the ‘heartbreaker’, but you never would have gotten the chance to really see him. to watch the way his cheek dimples came out when he laughed, or to understand just how giving and selfless he was.

you never would have had the chance to see his soul laid out amongst the yellow tulips just for you.

[koyagifs]

𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮

pairing: yunho x reader au: non idol | old friends genre: fluff word count: 836 words summary: hanging out with your friends at the bar, you run into a familiar face that you haven’t seen in a long time. warning(s): mention of alcohol

“ Look what the cat dragged in” Yuna yelled out, her voice barely audible from the live music.

Your friends cheered as they saw you, finally leaving your apartment to hang out with them. A wide smile was placed on your face as you greeted them. Yuna was the first to hand you her drink, saying that everyone agreed to buy you drinks tonight.

“ oh you guys, you don’t have to!” You smiled, taking a sip.

“ oh nonsense. The face that we’re able to get you out from your apartment is something we really didn’t expect.” Nari said, bumping her hip into yours.

“ i’m honestly so glad you dumped him, he was a dick.” Hae said, the girls agreeing.

You drowned your drink, “ i’m going to get another one.”

The girls nodded their head, letting you know who’s tab to put it on before they went back to their conversation. Heading to the bar trying your best to not bump into others but ultimately failed.

“ oh i’m so sorry!” You apologized, guilt creeping up as you realized his drink has spilled on him.

“ it’s fine, that’s my sign to get out of here anyways- yn?”

Recognizing the voice, the voice you missed so long since you distance yourself. You looked up, seeing Yunho.

“ Yunho?”

Yunho was quick to pull you towards him, hugging you tightly as if you’ll run away from him again. He mumbled something, but being able to hear you didn’t linger to long on it. He leaned down a bit, just enough for you to hear him.

“wait for me by the entrance, i’ll be right back”

You nodded your head, heading to the entrance that you just came by. You looked around, your friends noticing you by the entrance. Yuna headed your way, not realizing Yunho was not far behind with two drinks in his hand.

“ you’re not leaving right?” Yuna asked when she reached you.

“ no, actually i ran into an old friend on my way to get another drink. You guys don’t mind me hanging with him?”

Yuna eyes held mischief in them, a smirk displayed on her face. “ a guy hm”

“ he’s an old friend, I'll introduce you guys soon.” You blushed.

“ a drink for the lady” Yunho said, handing you your favorite drink.

You thanked him, noticing a smile on Yuna face. You shooed her away, a laugh escaping her lips as she left. Yunho held his hand out for you, accepting it as he guided you towards a more peaceful area without the loud music. Spotting a small table to sit at, you both took the chance to do so.

Silence crept before he spoke up. “ why did you leave?”

You didn’t look at him, “ i was embarrassed. It’s not really ideal to be known as the reject by everyone at school.”

His heart ached, not realizing how much pain his past lover had affected you. “ im sorry Binna cost so much pain towards you. I didn’t even know about it until you just disappeared.”

You shrugged, chugging the rest of your drink to try to numb your pain. “ it’s whatever, it was a while ago and there’s nothing to be done now.”

“ we’re not together anymore… after you left it just wasn’t the same. I didn’t realize how much we fought until i was looking for you after each fight.”

You gave him a smile, “ at least you know now. She was a real bitch"

He chuckled, " yeah, she gave the run from my money. "

Silence once again crept up, the loud music still can be heard but much more softly. You inched closer to Yunho, leaning on him as you take in the moment. You felt like you were in college once more, your feelings for Yunho lingering in the back.

"yunho"

"yn"

You both let out a small laugh. Yunho indicated for you to continue.

“I’m so sorry for leaving without saying bye. The pain from seeing you with Binna just felt like i was drowning. I loved you - no, I love you still but i’m so scared.”

Yunho pulled you up from your seat, placing his hands on your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck. (thank god for heels) A slow song can be heard from the distance, and you both swayed to the music. Your confession hung in the air, anxiety not leaving you.

“ i love you too yn, the moment when Hongjoong told me you left i felt lost. Like i said early, you not being by my side was something i didn’t want to happen. I was so blind by my foolish crush on Binna. I don’t blame you for being scared. “

You laid your head on his chest, still swaying to the music. “ i truly still love you Yunho, but i just got out of a bad relationship."

"I'll wait for you, always."

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new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part one

hiiii part one hot off the presses. I’m officially starting a hate club for that guy from molecular biology if anyone wants to join. as always lmk what you think and if you want to be added to the tag list :)

new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part one

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prologue

word count: 4.5k

warnings: language, angst, blink and you’ll miss it mention of drugs, naval inaccuracies (is this how shit works in the navy??? no idea but it does in this world lol) sweet and sad smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it folks)

The air was crisp as you strode across campus, a slight breeze ruffling your hair and sending a chill down your legs. It was a change in pace for you this time of year, back home you’d be sweating and praying for a respite but now? You missed it. You missed the heat that made the air feel heavy around you, missed the way the only thing that would cool you off was a dip in the lake and you missed the way Jake would tease you for your incessant complaining. You missed Jake… period. For eight years you were attached at the hip, never straying far and certainly never doing anything apart from each other. You’d been there to hold his hand in the hospital after he fell from his tree house and broke his arm, you’d been there to give him a pep talk when he struck out with Suzy Something in the seventh grade and felt too embarrassed to show up at school the next day,  you’d been there to celebrate him when he got into flight school… and he’d been there to give you his sweater to tie around your waist when you got your first period during social studies, to hold your hand and laugh with you when you were goofy on painkillers after getting your appendix out sophomore year, and he’d been there to tell you that you were crazy but really cool when you decided you were going to be a surgeon at the ripe age of twelve.

College was everything you had hoped it would be, you felt intellectually stimulated for the first time in your life… your small town hadn’t offered you quite the education you needed and you’d made do but now you were learning from the best among the best and you were soaking up everything like a sponge. You’d made friends, had a really good roommate which you knew was a miracle with horror stories you’d heard when sharing lunch with some classmates and you felt like you could see your future in front of you. You were at one of the best colleges in the country, one that nurtured your passions and challenged you daily and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were currently laying down the foundation for the following twelve years of your education. This was all good, this was all more than good but something was missing. There was a Jake-sized hole in your heart and even though this was your idea it didn’t make it hurt any less, and knowing you had to tell him you were bailing on Thanksgiving was gnawing a hole in your stomach.

You brought your phone to your ear, not even checking the screen as you knew who it was… this was your designated phone time for the week and you sat on a nearby bench as you answered. “Hey, Jake.”

“Hey Jupiter, how are you?” he asked and you felt immediately settled hearing his voice on the other end, laughing softly as you heard the nickname he bestowed on you in elementary school after a science presentation you gave on the planet with sheer enthusiasm that just stuck. It might as well have been your real name now, your parents hadn’t called you anything else in ages and even your new peers used it after overhearing a phone call with you and Jake and you loved it… you loved that something Jake had given you all those years ago still stuck, even to people who didn’t know him or the backstory.

“I’m good, exhausted but good. How’s flight school?” 

“It’s good… exhausting but good,” he said and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry. You hadn’t quite figured out how to talk to each other yet. It had been months since you left and you’d hoped not much would change but that was a pipe dream at best and you knew it. Everything would change, even though you promised to remain best friends. How do you go from being so hopelessly in love with someone to friends without everything changing? “Excited for Thanksgiving though,” he added and you felt guilt tug at your heart as you were reminded.

“About Thanksgiving…” you started and you heard him sigh.

“Please tell me you’re still coming,” he said and now you were certain you wanted to cry.

“I uh… There’s this big project I’m working on right now, it’s solo but requires the work of at least four people and I’m drowning with it on top of all of my other classes… I was going to stay on campus over break to get ahead of it so it’s not hectic when I get back,” you tried to explain but you knew he wouldn’t buy it. You could work on your project anywhere, and he also knew there was no way that you were drowning, you were better than that. You managed stress and heavy loads of studying like it was nothing. 

“I get it, I just… I miss you,” he said and you sniffled as you wiped your cheeks. “Oh honey, please don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” you tried and you heard him chuckle.

“Yeah and the sky isn’t blue, sweetheart. It’s okay, really. I’ll see you for Christmas,” he said and you nodded. But you didn’t see him for Christmas… or for New Year’s and your phone calls grew infrequent. Once a week turned into every other week, which turned into once a month and as the completion of your first year of college came around you hadn’t spoken to him since Easter and hadn’t seen him since that day in the airport.

You felt awful, you really did, but you thought it was better this way… every time you heard his voice you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms and if you saw him now while it was still so fresh you didn’t trust yourself to uphold your end of the deal. And Jake knew this on some level, because he knew you better than anyone. He knew it wasn’t necessarily personal as much as it hurt, that you were just trying to protect yourself and in a way protect him too because he still wanted nothing more than to hold you and tell you how much he loved you. 

And so life went on… you still talked, maybe once every few months as you advanced through school and as he accelerated through his training program. You were doing exactly what you said you would, learning how to excel at your chosen paths but it didn’t feel quite as satisfying as you’d hoped it would. Near the end of your second year a call from Jake’s mom had you packing your bags, stealing clothes and shoes from your roommate despite her protests and sprinting to the airport in record time to fly across the country for his graduation. You thought it was silly at first, you’d told his mom you weren’t sure he wanted you there, that you hadn’t really talked in so long and didn’t know if it was your place right now and she’d all but called you stupid. Your place was beside Jake she’d said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and as you stood in the hotel room his parents had set up for you you’d made a mental note to call them more… you knew why you were keeping distance with Jake but there was no reason to keep distance with them, they were your family too and would do anything for you, even give up seeing their son at his graduation despite her insistence of ‘he knows how proud we are, and it’s not us he wants to see’. 

Which is why you were now standing in a crowd among other Naval friends and family in a beautiful dress and heels you’d stolen from Mary, overlooking a group of new pilots all standing at attention as someone spoke into the microphone but in all honesty you weren’t listening, couldn’t be bothered with anything other than finding him there in the second row looking so handsome in his uniform. You were sure he couldn’t see you from where you were standing off to the side, and as people began heading up to tap out their loved ones you leaned over to an older woman beside you.

“Is there a system for how this goes?” you asked and she looked at you with a fond smile.

“Not formally, but usually it goes row by row,” she answered. “Who are you here for?” She smiled again when you pointed out Jake and made a show of her disappointment when you confirmed he wasn’t your brother, “that’s my son over there, if you’d said brother I was going to set you two up… he is a lucky guy,” she said, looking you over and you chuckled.

“Oh, your son is very handsome, I’m sure he’s doing just fine,” you replied and she nudged you when they began on the second row and you took a deep breath… it was now or never and you certainly couldn’t leave him up there the last to be tapped out wondering where the hell his family was. As you walked towards him you wondered if he’d noticed you or not, if he did he wasn’t showing it… not until you made eye contact when you got close enough and despite not wavering from his position you saw it in his eyes and broke out in a dead sprint towards him, tapping frantically on his shoulder so you could throw yourself at him and he caught you with ease, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around him. You sighed breathing in that scent that was so Jake as he spun you in circles.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, pulling back slightly but not allowing you to put your feet on the ground just yet… he’d gone almost two years without holding you and he wasn’t ready to let go. 

“Your mom,” you answered, unwrapping your legs and sliding down his front, but you kept your arms securely wrapped around his neck. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here,” you said softly and he looked at you incredulously.

“Why wouldn’t it be okay? This is all I could have asked for,” he said and you flushed as you hid your head in his chest.

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, Jupiter.” The crowd had thinned out now, families all making their way out to continue on with their graduation celebrations for the day and you turned when you felt a hand on your shoulder, coming face-to-face with the mom you’d chatted with earlier telling the two of you to squish together so she could take a photo. 

“Here,” she fished a pen and paper from her purse to hand to you while she allowed you to look through the candid photos she’d taken of your reunion and you grew misty as you flicked through them, and you eagerly wrote down your phone number and email for her to send them to you.

“Thank you so much… I didn’t even think about photos,” you said, giving her a big hug and congratulating her son before they left and you looked up to Jake with bright eyes.

“Leave it to you to make friends anywhere,” he said and you just smiled.

“Thank god for her honestly, if I didn’t have a singular photo to send to your parents I’m sure they’d cancel my flight home and tell me to figure it out,” you laughed.

“When do you go home?” he asked tentatively and it felt weird to you, the two of you referring to Stanford as home. You supposed it was now… you barely returned to Texas anymore, spending a few weeks over the summer before heading back to campus to take summer classes… you didn’t need to, not in the slightest but if they were offered you were going to take them, you were on track to graduate early and you’d take what you could get with how many more years of schooling you had ahead of you.

“Day after tomorrow,” you replied and you thought his face was going to crack wide open with the grin that spread across his features.

“I get you for two whole days?” he asked and you nodded, laughing as he hoisted you up and spun you around again. You took him by the hand and led him out to the parking lot and to your rental car and he whistled when he saw it, “god my parents love you,” he joked.

“This was actually my parents, mom pitched a fit about the idea of me taking cabs with strange people in a strange city,” you laughed as you got in and you twisted in your seat to look at him beside you, just taking him in and reveling in the fact that you were here with him, in the same time zone, in the same zip code. You wanted to reach across the console, grab him by the collar of that uniform and press your lips to his but that wasn’t allowed anymore and you needed to push past it. 

“Alright, graduate, where to? What’s your favorite lunch spot, or where’s a fancy place you’ve always wanted to go but were saving for a special occasion?” you asked and he just chuckled, directing you to a food truck only five minutes away and as you sat on a picnic bench in the parking lot you listened to him catch you up on all of his training. You watched as he enthusiastically detailed his first time flying solo, the time he flew through a bird strike (and him explaining to you what that was) and how every time he accomplished something new he thought of you. You told him all about your classes, which professors you loved and which you hated, and you told him about how Stanford kids might be the cream of the crop but they know how to party better than anyone and how you missed him at every single one.

“Better than our senior year bonfire?” he asked and you laughed.

“Doesn’t even hold a candle, if you thought watching me do beer bongs and dance on the hood of your truck was peak amusement just wait until you watch the kid who got into every Ivy League and MIT do blow and sneak into the athletic pool.” 

“I can’t wait to come visit you one day, you’ll have to show me around your fancy campus and take me to one of these infamous parties,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Name the day cowboy, I’ll be ready to give you the full Stanford experience.” He began to rattle off a list of things you could do today but… you just didn’t want to do any of it. You drove him back to base and followed him through the narrow hallways to his bunks where he collected a few of his necessities, listening attentively when he pointed things out as you went before navigating back to your hotel. When the door shut behind you a weight settled over you, sure this was what you wanted… to just go back to your hotel room, put on a made for tv movie and hang out with him but suddenly it felt overwhelming. You hadn’t been truly alone with him since the night before he dropped you off at the airport almost two years ago now and that was a thought that made you want to break down and cry. It had been two years and now you didn’t know how to behave alone in a room with him.

“I’m going to get out of this uniform,” he said softly, kissing your cheek before closing himself in the bathroom and you sighed as you sifted through your duffle bag, pulling out a pair of shorts and one of Jake’s old t-shirts… one you’d stolen forever ago and it was one of many you slept in every night. You sat tentatively on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do with your hands or your body in general and you grabbed your phone to check in with both of your parents… letting them know the graduation was amazing, sending some selfies you took at lunch and promising to send the photos from the tap out ceremony once you got them. 

You wondered what you would talk about now that you were all caught up on school and flight training… Do you ask him if he’s seeing anybody? Do you tell him about the ill-advised one night stands or that boy from your molecular biology class you went on a few dates with? This was uncharted territory and you didn’t really like it… things were never uncharted with Jake before, you never once worried about what you would talk about or what to do, it all just flowed so easily. You’d been so lost in your thoughts staring at the painting on the wall you didn’t even notice the bed sink beside you as he sat down, not until there was a hand on your knee pulling you back to reality and you turned your head to face him. 

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and looking down at you with concern in his eyes. 

“Nothing and everything,” you responded and he nodded, understanding what you meant. He shifted up the bed and pulled you with him, creating space for you to settle into his side. You exhaled in relief when his arms wrapped around you and you felt grounded listening to the steady thud of his heart in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you whispered and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“What for?” he moved to prop himself up and hooked a finger under your chin to make you look at him. 

“Pulling away… getting distant, it’s not fair.” you said feeling your throat grow thick with emotion and he just shook his head.

“We still talk, we’re just busy… and that’s a good thing, Jupiter, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” Looking up at him and feeling his hands on your hips as he watched you so carefully had heat prickling up your spine and if you focused solely on him long enough you could convince yourself you were back home in your bedroom and not in some hotel room in Annapolis but you were. Jake was different now and so were you but the feeling that settled on your skin and had your hands crawling up his chest was exactly the same. His grip on you tightened as he pulled you into his lap and you settled onto him with your thighs straddling his hips, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned down to press your forehead against his. You missed this, the closeness, feeling like you were the only two people in the world with your bodies pressed against each other. 

“Jake…” you muttered and he nodded against you, hands trailing along your sides and you felt desire tingling in your every nerve ending.

“I know, Jupiter… I know,” he responded, and you were certain he could feel your heart threatening to hammer out of your chest. Your lips ghosted against his, testing the waters and you nearly moaned at the sensation as he gently pulled you closer to envelop you in a kiss. It was slow and deliberate, he took his time in opening you up and tasting you… if all you had were these two days you were going to make it last, make it count before you returned back to school and before he went on to do what he’d trained for. You experimentally rolled your hips against his, moaning into his mouth when you felt his hardening length beneath you and he pushed you onto your back to settle above you as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Jake,” you started but he silenced you with a kiss. You suddenly wondered if this was a bad idea, if you were just prolonging the hurt but you didn’t know if you could stop now that you had started.

“I know… we can stop,” he kissed along your jawbone and you arched into him as he pressed against your core, “tell me to stop.”

“Don’t… please, don’t,” you sighed and he continued to kiss down your body, pushing that old t-shirt of his up to kiss between the valley of your breasts and you pulled it off as he landed between your legs, gently pulling them apart as he nipped at the soft skin of your thighs. He pulled your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion, tossing them somewhere behind him as he continued to kiss around your core, sucking and marking you as he went. Your breath hitched as he licked a stripe through your folds and he groaned against you as he tasted your sweetness.

“Fuck, angel… missed you like this,” he muttered against you as he focused his tongue on your clit and pulled moans from the back of your throat. You bucked against him and he steadied your hips with his strong hand, keeping you in place as he worked you up the way he always did. He took his time, slowly pressing one then two fingers into you and massaging that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars, muttering praises as you careened off the ledge and into your climax leaving you writhing beneath him. “So beautiful,” he said as he kissed back up your body and you pulled him into you to taste yourself on his lips.

“Missed you,” you whispered against him, reaching between you to line him up at your entrance.

“Sweet girl, always were so needy,” he said as he pushed into you and bottomed out in one stroke. Your moan was broken as he filled you so completely and you shuddered as he began gently fucking into you. You moved your hips to match his pace and he pressed your hips into the mattress to still you, “I’ve got you, honey.” He whispered into your ear before kissing along the delicate skin of your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he groaned at the new angle, your hands were gripping his bicep and resting on the side of his face as you gazed up at him and tried to soak in every moment of this… every rock of his hips and every sweet sound that fell from his lips. It wasn’t enough, it never would be, but right now it would have to be. “Not gonna last, angel,” he muttered and you nodded, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I know,” you replied, chest heaving as you pressed yourself as close as you possibly could. You felt warmth coat your walls and you rubbed your hands along his back as he softened inside you and as he gazed into your eyes you went to say something but he just shook his head.

“Don’t say it, sweetheart.” He brought his hand up to wipe the tears from your cheeks and you nodded as he pulled out of you. He was gone in an instant, disappearing to the bathroom where he reemerged with a wet cloth that he used to gently clean you up and he pulled the blanket over you as he climbed back into bed. You tangled yourself with him as your breathing steadied and you wracked your brain with what to say next… nothing felt quite right, you couldn’t say what you wanted to. It wouldn’t be fair, not to you and not to him but it didn’t make you want to say it any less. It was right there on the tip of your tongue and had been since you first saw him earlier this afternoon but you couldn’t. 

“I don’t-” you started, but cut yourself off as you tried to figure out where you were going with that sentence. “I don’t know what this means.”

“I know, I don’t either. We can’t- I can’t… I’m leaving next week,” he said and you stiffened beside him. You knew it was coming, knew it was inevitable, this is what he had been training for but it didn’t make the knowledge of him shipping off somewhere to do things that gave you nightmares any easier to stomach. 

“Where?” 

“I can’t tell you, Jupiter, you know that…”

“Do you know how long?” you asked and you felt him sigh, you knew you weren’t going to like his answer.

“Three months, maybe more.” he replied and you nodded, feeling fresh tears prick at your eyes and you gripped him tighter, as if you held on just a little bit more he wouldn’t be leaving, going someplace unknown and putting himself into danger. 

“Okay,” you whispered, but it wasn’t… it wasn’t okay, none of it was. You wanted to drop out of school, kidnap him from the Navy and hide away, go someplace warm and tropical and just be safe together. 

“It’s going to be fine… day after tomorrow you’re going to go back to Stanford, you’re going to keep blowing me away with how damn smart you are and you’re going to go to parties with your friends, and for me you’re going to go on dates, and when I get back stateside I’m going to come visit and you’ll show me your new life and everything is going to be okay.” he said and you couldn’t stop your tears, your frame shook as you clung onto him and he just soothingly rubbed your back and held you tight.

“You’ll be safe?” you asked and you felt him nod above you.

“Of course, honey… wouldn’t put you through that,” he said and you believed him. Even though you knew he had limited control over whether or not he made it home safely you believed he would try. 

And he did try, for those three whole months he was gone he kept you in the back of his mind through every training exercise in preparation and you were at the front of his mind when he was flying the mission. He wouldn’t make his mom call you and tell you the unthinkable, he couldn’t… not when you were already doing so much for him. You were holding up your end of the bargain, excelling in your classes and letting loose on the weekends, you even gave that guy from your molecular biology class another chance. You were trying, and so was he and you were making each other damn proud in the process but that didn’t make it any simpler… It didn't stop the two of you from thinking back to that hotel room in Annapolis, it didn’t stop you from longing for you to be done with school and for him to receive a permanent station, but still you tried anyway, because you promised.

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((this turned out longer and more in depth then i meant for it to go, tw for abusive families, suicidal ideation, mentions of death, grief, and dismembering of a body))

headcannon that steph and max were best friends as kids. his dads an important man, one that solomon wanted on his side. so he pushed steph to spend time with his son. max was a super happy kid, very exciteable, loved musicals. they were on their own a lot, since neither of their parents really gave a shit, so they’d spend a lot of time at starlight theatre, watching all the different shows and things going on. max would tell her about how shitty his dad was and she’d do the same in return.

when they got to the 7th grade, steph got really depressed and pushed max and everyone else away. and max was little, they both didn’t really know what was going on. after that, they weren’t ever really close like that again. she got on the middle school football team and was deemed a prodigy, got popular, started getting all these friends that would do whatever he said. things with his dad got worse, and without steph to help him he started bullying to corral his emotions. steph knew what he was doing, but also knew it wasn’t serious. he pushed a few people around a little, that’s all. she didn’t think she had to be worried about her friend and now that he was super popular, she needed other people to spend her time with.

she also became cool, just because he said hi to her in the hallways, so she found herself in with his group. but she never truly felt she fit in, skirting along the edges. in high school, her friends all joined the cheer squad as she joined the smoke club and stop giving a shit about school. she never made sense in the “popular kid” crowd, but she assumed they kept her around bc she was the mayor’s daughter and pushing her out wouldn’t fly. it was actually max, making sure she got an invite to every party.

steph sort of floats through high school disassociatedly, in the my-home-life-is-terrible-and-isn’t-gonna-get-better-until-college-so-i-don’t-give-a-shit way, so she doesn’t see the escalation of max knowing no one will stop him doing anything, getting a total god complex, and ruling the school with violence, until pete. she’s probably the only person in hatchetfield high that doesn’t know, but it surprised her so much. bc max? the boy who would geek out over tech production of the musicals? the kid who let her be the captain when they were pirates bc he thought it was more fun to be the first mate? who’d stay up late with her when she had a bad day to read the books their moms were had promised to read to them? that boy is this horrible bully, and she didn’t even know it? it just doesn’t make sense.

she says she’ll go to the principal bc that’s the first instinct one has about this shit, but people started doing that in 8th grade, and all that happens is max has to go to an anti bullying thing every few months. she wants to talk him down, figure out what made him go this far, but she already knows it’s his dad. he wants to be the big impressive football star that his dad wants him to be, so maybe he’ll actually give a shit. he wants his dad to notice and tell him to stop, because then it would mean he was paying attention to what he did. daddy issues recognize daddy issues, and steph sees it in max, even if she did have prior knowledge. she goes along with grace’s plan bc she thinks it’ll be a good ego check to bring him down, but then. then.

she goes home and cries herself to sleep, feeling responsible for the death of her first real friend. she gets sick for weeks with flashes of her dismembering his body with the others, and while every one else’s seems to think the school’s getting better, all stephanie can think is “did no one else fucking care about him? even a little?” all his friends, the football guys, even her friends on the cheer squad, seem to not care about max’s disappearance as much as they care about his missing spot on the field. she starts to skip more until she decides to hang out with pete instead. he must be guilty too, be haunted by these images, but then he says “everything is objectively better.”

which she gets. people are free from his torment, they can do what they want, talk to who they want, etc. the hallways are brighter, people are happier, whatever. but max was still a person. steph wonders if the plan had gone right, maybe he would’ve come back down from his god complex and been more like she remembered him. if he would’ve done the spring musical like he’d always wanted to do but never felt like he could. if he would’ve hated her for it forever. she’d rather he hate her forever than her have helped kill him.

when they have to start talking about what happened, she tries to call him jägerman, tries to disconnect her friend from what happened, because he truly was drastically different, but it was hard. after richie and ruth, shut goes crazy and max is back, but he’s not really max. she feels like the worst friend in the world when she think “he looks like his dad”

because mr jägerman has always been a being full of rage and anger, not one to hide in his own home. she’d seen him scream and yell at max for being a regular little kid, not special at all. not the perfect son he wanted. max, this weird spector of max, is all rage, no heart. even when max was at his worst, he had some heart. he kept her in the “cool group” even though she made no sense there, let grace go unbullied bc he had a crush on her. this wasn’t max. this was a personification of his dying moments, the only thing the waylon place did was preserve, and maybe further his anger.

she wants to beg pete to kill her the way he begs her to kill him. she started all this, even if she denied it at beanies, it’s true, and she is probably the only one who could have helped max stay a regular guy instead of the egomaniac ruler of the school he became. but she can’t get the words off her tongue. so long she’s been thinking about how easier everyone’s lives would be if she just killed herself, and now she can’t even do this. he gets on his knees in the football field, she raises the gun from twenty yards away, and thinks about how many people this thing that isn’t really max has killed.

she forces herself to pull the trigger.

max stops the bullet.

grace fucks the ghost, and all is well. except she’s met gods who seem like they want to eat her, and now her father’s dead too. he was an asshole, he never really cared about her, but she sobs for hours n the big empty house on pinebrook, and wishes desperately that she had made pete do it.

she and pete check on each other, because he also lost two people important to him, and they hold each other up. get each other through it. help each other mourn. she meets his older brother, he helps her clean out her father’s office. they go to funerals together and hold hands, and don’t talk about it.

it takes her a little while to realize his homecoming offer is still up, since things are technically different now. she buys a dress and tells him only the color, and he wears a matching bow tie. it’s such a ridiculously peter thing to do, and it makes her laugh for the first time in a while. they laugh together a lot that night, and she helps him breathe through a panic attack in the bathroom when ruth’s favorite song comes on.

she tells him about the images she can’t get out of her head, maxs body in pieces, the blood everywhere, that she burned the clothes she wore that day bc she couldn’t get the smell of blood and bleach out no matter how often she washed it. he tells her that he’s having flashbacks like that too, and that he wishes he could talk to his therapist about it without being sent to jail or a mental hospital.

she talks to detective shapiro and gets her to send a letter to peters therapist that he’s not gonna be arrested so pete can talk his shit out. at least the non-ghost and demon stuff. the dismembering a guy stuff, though, he can talk about.

it gets her thinking about therapy and getting some. she’s 18, she’s got more money than is necessary from her father, and she thinks she’s going crazy. she looks into it and finds one, starts going once a week. he tells steph he things she has adhd, sends her to a psychiatrist who confirms the diagnosis. she gets some drugs to take, and she feels weird about taking them. she’s done drugs, but like the cool ones. she knows not to do drugs you’re unfamiliar with when your alone, and she feels like she’s a lot of that.

homecoming was fun, but she and pete still haven’t out any label in their relationship. they haven’t said i love you, even though everything that went down means the both know it. she wants to be his girlfriend, but she doesn’t want to ask. wants him to ask. she tells her therapist as much, and then complains that she’s paying him bc she’s got daddy issues and trauma, not to hear about her high school drama.

but miraculously, he does ask her to be his gf. and then they’re dating, and it’s great. she spends more time at his apartment with his brother, less time alone in the big empty house just thinking about max and her hand in who he became. he and her therapist together convince her to start taking the meds, and it helps with some of her problems, but not all of them.

she forces herself to keep living, even when she doesn’t want to, because that’s what max (her best friend, the kid who was too scared tontry out for the musical, the asshole, the boy she knew better than herself, the adult she apparently hardly knew, the spector she could only half recognize) would want from her.

[coldblooded-angel]

Another long ask incoming

So this Variety Article explains the love triangle dynamic really well by the screenwriter himself Justin Kuritzkes. While reading it, I really enjoyed the part where he touches on the fact that Tashi comes from a completely different background than Patrick and Art.

Excerpt down below

So for somebody from Tashi’s background to enter into the sport means something entirely different than it does for these two guys who grew up in tennis boarding school, whose parents sent them off to go be raised on a tennis court somewhere. It’s a really different relationship they all have to the sport. Not just what the sport means to them, but the precarity of their position in the sport to begin with. So much of Tashi’s drive and ambition is informed by that; so much of Patrick’s entitlement is informed by that; so much of what drives her crazy about him has everything to do with that. And so much of what they find alluring about her has everything to do with that. It’s all part of it.

I can only understand Tashi's feelings even more deeply being a Black woman in a super rich sport (paraphrasing from the article that said it was always the intention that - She was always a Black woman. Art and Patrick were always white boys. Patrick was always a very well-to-do Jewish guy, and Art was always a somewhat well-to-do WASP.

Earlier in the movie the boys discuss Tashi having a foundation for at risk girls and she's not only doing a sport she dearly loves, she's also trying to further the next batch of players already at her young age cuz even though it's unsaid or clearly stated, Tashi is a role model so her career tanking after that injury weighs a lot heavier compared to her more privileged peers. It's why she lives through Art who has the ability to do what she lost prematurely so many years priors. In that way she is the same as Art, who lost something prematurely all those years ago, his best friend Patrick who made playing tennis fun. It's an inverse of their relationship to tennis, Tashi seeing the sport as her passion and anything relating to it (hence her white boys) furthers that passion compared to Art only showing ambition again once playing against Patrick, the only coach to truly fire him up.

Then we have Patrick. He's a perfect mix of Tashi and Art (well they're all perfect mixes of each other tbh). Patrick is ready to go pro initially and can't get behind going to college like Tashi and Art do. Patrick wants to start playing tennis and isn't afraid to jump in, not wanting to stall his momentum. Of course, its a short lived career since he's living in his car if he can't crash at a online hookup date's place. He lost his girl and his boy, and we know he misses them because strangely Patrick is the most vulnerable about it, accepting all of his attractions, the beautiful and ugly traits. Tashi is another version of the age old saying "I would've gone pro if it wasn't for my *insert childhood/teenage injury*" while Art traded Patrick as a coach for Tashi and is seeing that her coaching isn't enough since he was willing to quit playing tennis until Patrick gave him the real push he needed.

The codependency is real b/n all three. Tashi is needed for Patrick and Art to explore more romantic/sexual feelings toward each other. Patrick is needed as he is the best rival for Tashi (in differing ideals) and Art (competitive mostly on the court). Art is needed to stir the pot b/n Tashi and Patrick lol but he's also there to show the softer sides of Tashi and Patrick --- Tashi cradling Art in her lap, Patrick feeding him a churro, both of them letting Art spit gum into their palms, both wanting Art to reignite his passion for tennis on their clashing terms). When college Tashi and Patrick are together, they're even competing when in the bed as Patrick asks about Art, even when Art's not in the room, his presence is felt as the unseen third in their dynamic, and in a role reversal later on in the film, it's Patrick who is the missing piece to Art and Tashi's relationship.

Also, how do you feel about Tashi's kid actually being conceived through her affair with Patrick, making her not Art's child, cuz if that's the case then that scene where the daughter and Art are sleeping cozily together is sooooo ugh emotions are felt!!!

Okay OKAY I HAVE. THOUGHTS.

Firstly, your take??? Chef’s kiss 10/10 stars would eat again. The codependency is the movie. They’re literally addicts chasing a high that only they could give each other it’s insane !!

Also I feel like a lot of resentment comes from their differing privileges. Like Tashi never had the privilege of “choosing to retire” or to not have a back up plan (and not go to college). But still she has to live through these two entitled white boys who don’t understand the depth of her love for the sport (until later i think cuz they realize how far she’s willing to go to play some real fucking tennis)

Also I have to do an entirely separate post for the idea that Lily might be Patrick’s because I dis see that theory and how the timeline matches up but also how only Tashi would know whose it really is. BUT YOU BROUGHT UP ART GOING TO LILY’S BED AFTER TASHI’S AFFAIR AND IM ABOUT TO JUMP—

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Fourth Wing yap sesh pt1

!:Don't hate me guys lol it took forever to get back to posting but I swear I've been reading. I've finished fourth wing AND iron flame and i decided i was gonna do two parts in my reviews from now on 1 will be my thoughts on the characters. 2 will be my thoughts on the plot so these yap sessions are gonna have two parts per book.

So without further adoo here are my opinions on the fourth wing characters.

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Violet Sorrengail

I genuinely think Violet is so funny but not in a " she has good jokes" but more of a "damn she's kinda real". Promising to stay away from Xaden went out the window QUICK. First glance and homegirl was hungry I respect it. Giving Rhiannon her shoe without even hesitating just shows you what kina person Violet is she rides for her friends fr and she barely KNEW Rhiannon. People doubted her sooo much (looking at you dain) but they would always compliment how smart she was but their compliments never really extended to how she applied her mind to doing stuff. I mean who would even think to come up with that way of clearing the gauntlet. She dosent let anything stop her and I got mad respect for it.

Xaden Riorson

Don't jump me guys please....sometimes he gives me the ick. Don't get me wrong he's cool but i feel like he's very...cut and paste in my opinion. He just reminds me of a less emotionally available Rhysand. Even the looks are the same. BUT, i respect his character, Xaden is still young but took over the responsibilities of every marked child, every last one. He loves his folks real bad and I fw it.

Rhiannon Matthaias

Queen. That's it honestly. Bad Bitch. Cuntress. What else do I say. Rhiannon was the first to witness Violets vulnerability and didn't say SHIT. Any time Violet needed cover Rhiannon got her. You fw Violet? Rhiannon is on your ass. And she kicks ass like what more can we want. I defiantly knew she was leader material the more scenes I read of her, this is a Rhiannon stan account.

Dain Aetos

Brother eugghhhhhhhhhhhhh. It's always the first love interest that ends up being the ick. And I know I said Xaden gives me the ick but Dain Aetos? Yucky. I truly cant stand that no matter how many times Violet succeeds with flying colors he still believes she cant make her own decisions, having conversations to move her elsewhere not on her behalf pisses me off, and he's so possessive for what, I understand the whole childhood friends thing but its weird and I don't like it. Also the millisecond we knew what his signet was I just knew he was gonna peep into her thoughts from the jump. And then after Violet nearly got murdered in her sleep he REFUSED to believe that it was Amber who let them in. You're telling me an alleged fling meant more to him than his childhood friend getting killed in the night. Dpmo.

Liam Mairi

The best to do it fr fr. At first he was just assigned to violet as a favor for xaden but after a while violet was his buddy, I also feel like he assisted in bridging the social gap between the marked ones and the rest of the cadets. He will be missed.

Mira Sorrengail

Typical older sister tbh, I dont have any overwhelming thoughts of her, kudos for going toe to toe with their mom about Violet joining the war college.

Jack Barlowe

Definition of a crash out, is responsible for a good portion of the cadets deaths in the first year and that blows my mind bc........for what purpose. Like what does this do for you. And going after Andarna????? What business is it of yours if she had decided to bond with someone why kill her? And why did he think the dragons would just LET them kill her. Tairn should have cooked him in that moment ong. Baide weird as hell for bonding with a mf willing to kill a baby dragon for no reason.

Imogen Cardulo

She gives me the vibes that she can talk some major shit, ik she gotta be a notorious shit talker and one who can back it up too.

Lilith Sorrengail

I don't like her. Girl your son died, your husband died, you eldest daughter could get cooked at any moment and you're so eager to send your youngest too? For what reason? "All my children are riders" well one is dead allegedly, the other ones squad keeps getting attacked and you knew damn well violet would be a target. Otherwise i feel like she's a boy mom.

Andarna

Sweet baby love her

Tairn

Tairn is so funny, "You're bleeding stop it" LMFAO?! Truly one of my favs tbh

Ridoc Gamlyn

Everyone says Xaden this Xaden that, I'm in love with Ridoc. He's funny but not the annoying funny, trying to keep things lighthearted for the group so they don't get depressed. Cracking jokes after an asshole got torched Infront of you is one way to calm your friends down lmfaoo. Bi icon

Edit: To add Brennan

Brennan Sorrengail

Bitch where tf have YOU been?!

Now other than these characters there are not a lot of characters that I find too much of an interest in nor do I have many comprehensive thought's about them so that's all for the Fourth Wing Review part 1!

[monnn]

>Winter Petal✧⁠*

Pairing: non-idol!Wonwoo x gn!reader

Genre: angst, angst and more angst, one-sided love, reader is LOVESICK for Wonu!! >o<"

Warnings: it's just gonna hurt a lot and doesn't end happily, so read at your own risk(I'm sorry)

WC: 3.1+

A/N: oof, hello folks. the past few weeks has been such a roller-coaster and I wasn't really feeling better. I'm doing better now and I hope you are too♡ since this was due for quite a while, it's a bit Ionger than expected. this is the last part of the unexpected series and I hope you have enjoyed it so far! I'll shut up now and let you read, so hold on tight and let yourself feel while reading this! a little song recommendation: I Love You So by The Walters on loop! @-@

part-1, part-2 here!

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PRESENT

Wonu was busy adoring Jiyeon, while your eyes were on him, Jiyeon’s voice snapping you out of your trance.

“You’ll be there as early as possible. I better see you at the venue, at least a week before. Please Y/N?”she goes on, from demanding to begging real quick.

“I'll try my best Ji. You know how busy I can get” you say, sipping your hot chai.

They were getting married.

Wonwoo was getting married and it wasn't to you.

The biggest heart break of all times.

The thought of Wonwoo being the first of your friends’ circle to be hitched, is beyond you. Wonu hated commitments, relationships didn't matter.

“I still can't believe you're marrying this annoying ass, Jiyeon. He must've really worked wonders for his previous eight lives” you say, playfully knocking Wonu’s head, signalling him to get off his phone.

“Are you really my best friend?! You're supposed to be happy for me!” he whines. You just laugh at him instead of replying. Honestly, you were happy for him. Though it wasn't something your heart desired for, you were happy to see Wonwoo happy. Even if it means that you won't ever have a chance with him. Maybe you'll eventually forget him, you think. Though that's almost impossible.

Almost.

“But I agree with Jiyeon. You need to be there ASAP, Y/N. You know how much of a wreck I turn into when I'm stressed. And all of us would have more time to spend with each other. I know how stressful all our lives have been and I'm sure we've all missed each other, so please?” he rambles, all in a single breath. As much as whatever Wonu told was true, you don't think you can physically handle it all. It’d be too overwhelming for you, with your emotions splayed out and heart on your sleeve, waiting to be ripped off by none other than the groom. So, you chose the safest option – to arrive on the wedding day.

“I'll try my best Wonu. I can only wonder how stressful it can be for the both of you, but I also know you guys are THE powerful duo who can overcome anything. So, I’ll root for the both of you, hoping everything would turn out well and I'll see you on your big day” you say, wearing a warm smile covering the growing pain in you.

The couple radiate the warmest of energy and nod at whatever you said as it’s nothing but the absolute truth. They've always been this way, unbreakable no matter what. You used to envy that, as your college-self wanted them to low-key breakup. You and Wonwoo were THAT powerful duo before Jiyeon came through, it was only human for you to be jealous of them. Now you just feel tender looking at them, there's no jealousy, which is truly surprising.

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Days pass by sooner than you think and you're on your way to the destination. As weird as Wonwoo can get, the wedding’s happening in winter instead of spring or summer like the others do. He was specific about this as he met Jiyeon in winter. Little did anyone know that the both of you met in winter too. Well, it was winter in your lives as you and Wonu were both loners. It’s almost fateful for the both of you to be stuck with each other for so long.

If only this wasn’t platonic, everything would be straight out of a well-written romance fiction. (haha, unlike this one)

Your said date a.k.a Seungcheol, had picked you up from your place early in the morning to drive you. Jeonghan had planned all this, since he can stay without a date as his sister was coming along. Cheol was great company, and he didn’t need to have conversations with you, making the whole scene feel alien. You were truly grateful for that, as you didn’t really have an appetite to digest the things spewed by others at the wedding. The weather was getting a bit warm for winter, making you roll your window down, feeling the sharp yet soothing breeze while you try not to feel like your heart’s about to be grilled because of the emotions you felt. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jeonghan calling Cheol, who’s phone was connected to the speaker. You pick it before he reaches, Cheol sending a small smile to you.

“Hey Cheollie, how far away are you guys?” you hear Hannie, enquiring like the mum he is.

“Hi Han, we’re an hour away. How’s it going over there?” you ask, warmth crawling up your cheeks.

“Hi Y/N!!! I can’t wait to see you,” he pauses, the boys screaming in the background as they hear about you. “These morons won’t let me speak to you, so I'm gonna hang up now and see you both soon!” he says, seemingly pushing Soonie away as he was whining over the speaker to you about not being there sooner.

Laughing, you almost hang up before pausing to ask something.

“Oh, and Han?”

“Yeah, love?”

“How’s he? Is he alright?” you ask, curiously.

Sensing how concerned you were, Han chose to not make it harder.

“He’s alright for now, babe. He’ll be okay. I’d ask about you but it’s way too early and I want you to be wrapped in my arms for at least 20mins before I ask you anything” he says, sighing in relief.

“Hannie, I thought WE were married!” Cheol whines, as you laugh at how he’s sulking over the affection Han has for you. It’s cute, how they’ve been each other's rock for so long and yours too. You’ve genuinely missed your friends so much, your heart aches a little at the instances where you avoided them to protect your peace.

Hannie’s giggles bring you back, as he replies saying that they’re over if Cheol doesn’t get us there ASAP. Now you’re dealing with a sulky Cheol, who’s whining at how Han’s pulling tricks always, though you can’t help but just laugh at your friends’ antics.

Time flies and you’re at the wedding, a whiny Chan and Soon clinging onto you as you walk. They lead you guys to where the others are and upon the sight of you, Han’s running over to you. He jumps on to you as you topple down, Hannie having no intention of letting you go. He asks about Cheol, who insisted that he can drop the bags in your room all by himself. You guys just lay on the grass for a bit and he gets up as the weather’s still a bit cold, to drag you inside the resort. Seeing all your friends made you tear up a bit, which led to all of you shedding a few tears as you guys hug the sadness away. It’s wholesome than sad, because of how much these idiots mean to you and vice versa. The friendships you’ve built with each of them is so darn precious to you and it’s baffling how you were ready to throw this all away, just for that one man. Who was now about to be married. Pushing this aside, you search for two of your other friends who were nowhere to be found. In the garden area of the resort, you find them caressing their own drinks. Mingyu’s got champagne while Jihoon’s in love with his whiskey. They’re still the same old dorks you met; you ponder over while walking towards to them.

“Already?” you say, startling the both of them as they were lost in their own drinking shenanigans.

Mingyu is the first one to get up, lifting you up while he gulfs you into him. He’s so warm and smells like home, you’ve missed this puppy.

“I’m so glad to see you, Y/N. Do you need a drink too?” he asks, ready to order one for you. You shake your head, not wanting to show up drunk at your best friend’s wedding. The minute Mingyu lets you down, you run to hug Jihoon. You feel tears stinging your eyes, heart feeling heavier than ever. Sensing that you need your time with Jihoon, Mingyu walks away telling that he’ll see you around and to contact him if anything. You hug him goodbye before turning back to Jihoon.

Honestly, he’s the best person to let your thoughts be and to just sit with it than avoiding it like a plague. Jihoon glances at you, ordering a glass of gin with ginger ale while you were settling down. Once the drink arrives, he pushes it to your side, signalling you to have it.

“Jihoon....I can’t” you say, hesitantly but low-key really needing some alcohol in your system.

“You’ll need it for later, Y/N. Have it please?” he requests, raising his glass and waiting for you to clink them with. You give up, taking the glass and toasting it with Jihoon’s before having a sip. The way your sip lasted more than it was supposed to, seemed like you were quenching your thirst but with alcohol.

Well, fuck being sober at the love of your life’s wedding, I guess.

You hang with Jihoon for a bit more, before a cute Joshua is waltzing through the room, letting you know that it’s time to get ready for the ceremony. At this, Jihoon just nodded at you and hugged you off, saying that he’ll see you at the hall in a bit. The hug lingered for a while which was broke by Jisoo, coughing to subtly steal you away from everyone.

What was with him?

Well, he had a crush on you. Everyone else knew, except for you. Even Wonwoo knew. Shua wasn’t sure if his adoration has stayed a crush for so long, but he wasn’t ready to give up on you. Though a part of him is sad that you’re not the bride, he’s slightly happier to have a chance to woo you. (PS: everyone knew you were head over heels for Wonu, cheers to being the monarch of simp nation. JK, you were too obvious around him)

Hand wrapped around his arm, Shua leads you to your room, informing that Cheol will be over to pick you up in two hours or so. You slowly get into your dress, adoring how beautiful it looks before the makeup artist’s knocking at your door. You let them in and then sit down to get your makeup done, while you snack on carrots and stay on your phone. In no time, you’re dolled up real nice and right on time, Cheol enters. He smiles at you before engulfing you in a hug, careful not to ruin the art you are.

“You look lovely, Y/N. If I weren’t gay and married to Han, I’d walk down the aisle with you tonight.” he jokes, making you laugh.

“There we go, a smile was all that was missing” he says, taking your hands in his.

“How are you feeling, dove?” he asks, eyes scanning for any discomfort or sadness.

“I’m doing alright, Cheol. Thank you for checking up on me, always” you say, giving his hands a tight little squeeze.

“Glad that Jihoon made me have a good ol’ glass of Bombay Sapphire with ginger ale. I think I can survive the ceremony without breaking down and confessing my love to Wonu, while he’s getting married to Jiyeon” you blurt out, jokingly. There’s a moment of silence as Cheol gawks at what you said before you tell him that it was a joke and how they should get going before it gets late.

Guess you are late, as the person you love would be walking the aisle with his lover, who sadly isn’t you.

Before entering the hall, you go over to see the bride and groom. You head to Jiyeon’s room, heart hurting yet happy for her. Knocking on the door, you open it to see Jiyeon, pacing around the room in her wedding gown. She looks ethereal, and so ready to share her life with your best friend. As soon as she notices you, she runs towards you to hug, and tries to collect her breaths.

“Y/N, I can’t do this. I can’t. Can you marry Wonwoo instead?” she asks, voice laced with panic. It’s pathetic how you actually consider that for a minute. Laughing it off, you pull Jiyeon back, holding her hands in yours, eyes meeting hers while you muster up the courage to say –

“Hey Ji. You’ll be alright, okay? It’s not someone you don’t know, it’s just Wonu. Everything will be alright. Breathe for me, please?"

“Right, you’re right Y/N. It's Wonwoo, why’d I didn’t think of that? Anyways, thank you Y/N. Though you’ve always been his rock, you secretly managed to be mine too” she says, a wide smile plastered on her face.

“So, I'll see you on the aisle, yeah? All the best Ji, you’ve got this” you say, leaving before she replies. Your feelings were up your throat, waiting to be pushed out anytime if you hadn’t left the room. You do the same thing you told Jiyeon – breathe. You take a few deep breaths, fixing yourself as you head towards your best friend.

Best friend.

As you were about to knock, the door opens revealing an equally nervous yet, oh-so beautifully dressed Wonu. He’s pulling you inside, locking the door behind, not giving you time to process. You wait for him to say something, instead he just looks at you like he’s about to cry if you don’t hug him.

So, you do. You embrace him in your arms, for the last time as a bachelor and probably the last time as your love.

After staying in each other’s warmth for a while, he lets go, letting you take a good look at him.

“God damn, Wonu! You look so sharp, didn’t know you could stop being in your nerd element” you joke, winking at him. He laughs, before twirling lazily to give you a 360 of his carefully crafted tux.

“Ready, big guy?” you ask, searching for any hint of resistance in his eyes. He locks eyes with you, nodding slowly. Things have always been like this with him, words didn’t seem like a necessity. You were more than glad to not be talking more than that because honestly, you wouldn't be in one piece.

“Yeah. Yes, I’m ready Y/N. Don’t think I've ever been sure of anything, than this moment right now.” he says, lips curling into a soft smile. That smile of his was reserved, only you had seen it apart from Jiyeon, of course. You reciprocate the same, hugging him for the one last time and leaving the room with the feeling of your heart, suddenly weighing a ton.

As soon as you exit the room, you find Cheol pacing around in the hallway. At the sight of you standing outside Wonwoo’s room, Seungcheol is walking towards you.

“Hey dove, you alright?” he asks, so full of concern. You smile so much as a reply. So much that your cheeks hurt and tears slowly start to well up from within the depths of your fragile heart.

“I'm okay Seungcheol. Let's head to the hall before we're late, yeah?” you slur, trying to shake your tears off. He comprehends how sensitive you are and just nods at you, silently hooking your arm to his while the both of you walk towards to hall.

You realize, the pain you feel, is beyond anything your brain could fathom and mere words can describe how much it hurts.

The hall looks so elegant and everyone there look so beautiful, like dolls in a dollhouse. There are lots of orchids and tulips, as an ornament to the room, making it look so soft yet neat. You move towards your friends, praising how good they look in their tuxedoes and chit-chatting your way through the whole thing, trying your best not to think.

Weirdly, Joshua’s by you the whole time, stuck like gum. Not that you mind it or anything, it's actually really comfortable. Cheol had left your side to sit with Hannie and he had taken over. His subtle touches and the way he looks at you – it helps you feel so grounded and you're more than thankful for that.

Music starts playing, indicating the beginning of the ceremony as you see Wonwoo, gracefully walking down the aisle with a faint blush and a soft smile set on his gorgeous face. Your heart falters at the sight and it refuses to function further when he looks at you, sending you one of his reserved smiles. You reciprocate the same, hands slowly being taken into Jisoo’s. You're amazed at how helpful his touches have been, it's shocking.

Gazing at Wonu, everything fades out for you except for the love you have for him.

And in no time, Jiyeon’s walked in, vowing to love your best friend until the last of her breath and with everything she’s got. You can feel your heart clenching, and Joshua senses the same too, as your clammy hands squeeze his unconsciously.

The thing was, Shua didn't need words from you to understand either. He looks at you, his pretty eyes checking for any discomfort and when you smile back at him, he decides not to bother you further.

There's a sudden cheering of the crowd, making you turn your head towards the couple as you see them kissing.

Vows were said, promises were made and bonds were created.

It was too late for you to do anything. You feel the emotions rushing out of you as you excuse yourself to get away from there.

I need some air you say, to all your worried friends. So busy running away from the love of your life, you don't notice Joshua following you.

As soon as you get out, clutching your chest you slump down onto the sofa at the lobby as tears paint your face. The pain is so much that you find yourself trying hard to breathe while the emotions keep nagging at you and drowning you in the depth of the love you have for Wonwoo.

While trying to calm yourself down, you feel a hand on your shoulder, the radiating warmth grounding you for the Nth time this night. You look up thinking it's Jihoon, but it's not.

Hong Jisoo stands there, tears in his eyes but also looking so fondly at you.

As if you're a porcelain tea cup who’d break if looked at any harder.

You feel pathetic, but Joshua pulls you into a hug, letting you wet his shoulders to your heart’s content. Hearts suddenly seem to weigh a ton, the energy draining all while you try your best to catch the breath you never had in the first place.

He's gone. The love of your life is no longer yours.

Jeon Wonwoo, your best friend but also the person who mattered so much, like how the sun was to the moon.

For the coldness in him, he had found his summer. But left you to be nothing, than a petal of the harsh Winter, waiting to writhe away in utter grief.

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A/N: There's now an epilogue to this series, you can find it here!

[spliffymae]

this is how i imagined sasha dressing for that wip i posted earlier. and after suffering severe brain rot, i came running to this app. 🤭🤭🤭

⚠️ afabreader, she/her pronouns, both reader and sasha are queer, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), it’s really fluff w A LOT of sexual tension.

song i recommend for vibes:

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sasha is such a good friend to you, she did so much to help you when you were in need.like in high school, when you would forget to pack a lunch, she would always walk around with double of hers—honestly it was because two meals were enough to satisfy her, but she never got to eat the other one. instead she would be handing the thermos or sandwhich bag to you with a blank stare, mumbling to you to be more mindful but she never stopped giving you food.

oh my gosh! she was such a positive friend for you. like that time in college, when she had introduced you to connie and jean from your guys’ kinesiology class. you had been wanting to get to know them for a while because of how chill they seemed, but were always nervous to initiate conversations. so sasha did it for you.

you four had become a friend group instantly. sasha had told you she felt the best vibes around them and knew they would be a great addition for you two. and they were. you guys would spend everyday together, either in connie and jean’s dorm or you and sasha’s shared apartment. whether it was studying, playing video games, movie nights, or just regular hanging out, the moment was never dull.

sasha was a supportive friend. when you began to date this guy porco, who was on your college’s basketball team, she would come with you to the basketball games. she was on the women’s team, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t interested, but it would make her nauseous to see how heart eyed you became when provo would make a shot.

but still, sasha was an understanding friend. when your boyfriend started to take more time away from you two, she didn’t get upset. you hadn’t experienced adult love before, so she understood.

when you would miss scheduled bonding time or her important games because ‘porco needed you’, sasha didn’t yell at you for it. she understood.

when you would walk into her room at eleven thirty at night, with a pout on your lips and glossy eyes, and complaining about how you have so much homework to do, she stays up all night and does half for you.

when you forget to study for a test in class, and are having a mini freak out in class the day of the test, sasha holds your hand in support, slipping you a folded paper containing everything you need to know to pass.

sasha braus was your best friend. i mean, who else would stay up late to listen to you sob about how difficult of a time you were having with galliard while simultaneously helping you part your hair for a protective style. passion twists, her favorite on you. you cried about how you weren’t feeling heard or seen in the relationship. you were feeling like he was with you for just the aesthetic reasons and didn’t bother to put in real effort. she listened through it all.

sasha was an honest friend. who couldn’t hide her face for shit when you revealed to her that every time porco eats you out, you fake an orgasm to make him feel good. “he just…gets in his head, s’all. i’m sure he’ll be good once the nerves go.” you would say, but she could tell you didn’t believe your own words.

but oh, did she have her moments. sometimes sasha would be a possessive friend. like when her braids ups would somehow almost always fall on days porco was spending the night, she would take advantage of your kindness and ask you to wash and put a treatment in her hair. you would protest about not wanting to take the whole night, but she’d pout and bat her lashes,and you would melt away. porco would be irritated and sasha was always elated.

sasha had a lot of good qualities about her. one that you loved was how much of a comforting friend she was. when you would have your bad mental days, where everyone and anyone was getting muted and ignored, sasha was the only one that got to be near you.

you would send her a text at 1pm, asking if she were up. she would tell you she just got up and crashing from morning practice. you wouldn’t respond, instead sasha would hear the padding of your feet before seeing you at her bedroom door. you were wearing one of your big tees with only panties on and long socks. you wouldn’t talk as you got under the blanket with her and wrapped your arms around her waist. she would hold you, placing a comforting kiss to your forehead and just lie in silence with you.

sasha was everything you could ask for in a friend. you would always say how lucky you were to have her in your life. she was the only one who truly understood you. and because of that, sasha was a protective friend. like when she was at a party with connie and jean, and saw your boyfriend grinding up on a girl who she knew wasn’t you. why? because she left you home since you had a final term paper to do.

so sasha did what she knew was best and got up from her seated position on the stairs, nodding to jean and connie that she would soon return. she draped your boyfriend up in an instant, threatening him that if he doesn’t leave and go get you the sweetest apology present this instant, she would perform an impromptu castration on him.

sasha was your experienced friend. who would fascinate you with all the different sexual experiences she’s had with both men and women.

“but wait, so do you like receiving or giving pleasure more?” you ask as you lie across her bed, dressed in her basketball jersey you took from the laundry basket.

sasha stared off into space for a second, thinking about her answer. you couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. jaw clenching while deep in thought, sitting with her knees to her chest and arms over her knees. her hair was out naturally straight with a beanie on top of her head. she was wearing a black crewneck and plaid pajama pants. you watched her eyes look over your figure before looking to you, smiling as she said “giving.”

sasha was your observant friend. she would always have to fill you in on the innuendos and subliminal messages that went over your head when you two would watch movies or listen to jean and connie talk. so she was surprised when your response to her wasn’t an oblivious nod of approval, but a clench of your thighs.

sasha was your smart friend, who figured out your sweet spot when she would watch you dress up as her personal cheerleader for every one of her games, and see you write her jersey number, 9, on a specific spot on your neck.

after she would take her team to victory with a twenty point lead, she would pull you into a hug, dripping in sweat, and placing a quick and hazy kiss to that number that adorned your neck, mumbling about how much good luck your presence brought her. you would feel your body temperature rise, and you would ever so slightly tighten your hold on her jersey.

sasha is your best friend, who you would rather die for than lose. she was your day one, go to, ride or die—she was everything you needed in a better half. she was a friend.

so why now, when porco fucks you to an orgasm, are you thinking of her on top of you instead of him?