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withleeknow · 10 months ago

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wishful thinking. (02)

chapter two: in plain sight

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut warnings: cursing, drinking, suggestive content at the end, could've been edited more but oh well lol word count: 4.9k

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Damn baby, I'm a train wreck, too I lose my mind when it comes to you I take time with the ones I choose And I don't want to smile if it ain't from you

boyfriend - Ariana Grande ft. Social House

You end up not seeing Minho, nor any of your other friends, at all in the few days leading up to Yeonjun’s party.

True to your words, you were mostly holed up in your place, running on nothing but caffeine and sheer frustration, trying to finish your elective class’ final paper on the differences between the views of Greek philosophers. Time really flies when you wish it would slow down, because you could've used a couple more days to perfect the godforsaken thing.

You’ve been texting Minho though, and honestly, the man is practically a saint. You barely even talked about anything besides your stupid paper and your high maintenance perfectionist professor, and yet, he still listened to you yap away. He even offered to help you with your footnotes and citations, which you didn’t need, but the gesture was nice. If you had turned to Seungmin with your whining, he probably would've muted your notifications after three messages.

Regardless, all complaining aside, you did manage to pull through and finish the paper in the end, letting out a big sigh of relief the very second you clicked on the Send button on yours and your professor’s email thread just five minutes before the deadline.

Before you know it, it's already Saturday and Minho should be here any minute now so you two could go to the party. You’ve been working hard. You deserve to let a little loose tonight.

Even though a college party isn’t exactly your top choice of ways to wind down from stress, the mention of free and unlimited booze sure does sound alluring.

When your phone lights up with a simple i’m here from Minho, you quickly throw on a cardigan over a simple black camisole and denim shorts and check your makeup in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs. He texted you a couple hours ago, saying he had some stuff to pick up near your place and asking if you wanted to walk to Yeonjun’s together. You sent him back an enthusiastic yes!!! in a matter of seconds, because lord knows you’d rather not enter the front door of that house unaccompanied.

You opted for a simple fit tonight, mostly because you couldn’t be bothered to put on anything more decent only to go to the equivalent of a frat party.

“Hey, Min.” Your voice pulls him away from scrolling through his phone, diverting his attention to you instead.

“Hey,” he says, tucking the device into the pocket of his jeans. When he gives you a once-over, you do a little twirl for him, finishing off with an exaggerated kick of your foot at the end. “You look nice.”

“Just ��nice’? I’m trying to get laid tonight. ‘Nice’ isn’t gonna cut it,” you joke.

He stares at you, a bashful expression befalling his features, the corner of his mouth lifted upward as he smiles in hubris. “You’re trying to get laid by whom?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “You tell me.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately before throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. One of his hands musses up your hair that you spent twenty minutes trying to make look perfect, prompting you to poke him in the side so he would let go of you.

“Hey!” you scowl, smoothing over the strands that he flicked out of place. “I worked hard on that!”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, clearly amused by the temporarily sulky look on your face. “Didn’t want you to look too pretty. Can’t have all of the attention on you. Someone might try to steal you away from me.”

“Did it occur to you that maybe I want some attention tonight? I’ve been a hermit all week, I deserve a little something.”

“Is my attention not enough for you?”

You squint at him for a second. Then, you start walking in the direction of Yeonjun’s house without waiting for him. You hear Minho launch a laugh your way, and the scuffling of his shoes on the concrete pavement as he easily catches up with you in a few strides.

He leans down to whisper directly into your ear, making your cheeks heat up but you’re glad that they’re partially masked by the poorly lit street. “You know you never have to try.”

The walk to the party takes about fifteen minutes. When you’re rounding the street corner that leads to Yeonjun’s place, you can already hear the booming music coming from the biggest house on the block. Even from a distance, you can see people on the lawn and the two balconies on the second floor. You gotta give it to the guy - he sure knows how to throw a party.

The second you enter the premises, you’re almost taken aback by how crowded it actually is even though you expected this. A typical Yeonjun party.

You tug on Minho’s shirt, beckoning him to bend down so you could talk into his ear over the sounds of bad EDM and people basically having to scream in each other’s faces. “Are Hyunjin and the others here yet?” you ask.

“They got here right before us. I think they’re in-”

“Y/N!” The two of you whip around at the sound of a shrill voice calling out your name. Yeonjun practically shoves his way through the crowd of people when he spots you, bounding up to you and Minho with a bright grin on his face. “Glad you could make it!” he says, paying no mind to the man next to you at all. He eyes you up and down, shamelessly tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Damn, you look really good tonight.”

You give him a playful eye roll. Nonetheless, you still tell him, “Thanks.”

“You look that good to come to my party?”

You don’t mind at all the fact that Yeonjun is a natural flirt. That’s just a part of his personality, he’s inherently charming like that. It’s harmless and it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Everything is all in good fun.

“Would you believe me if I said this is what I’d wear on a midnight convenience store run?”

“Ouch, you wound me.” Yeonjun says, holding a hand over his heart to emphasize his point. “C’mon, you can admit it.”

You open your mouth, a quick comeback about to be thrown his way but Minho chimes in from beside you.

“You should believe her,” he deadpans, stepping closer to you, one of his hands grazing your back. He's even standing straighter, with his chest all puffed out. “She even dresses like that when she takes out the trash.”

You turn to gasp at him before punching him right in the pec. “Hey!” Yeonjun is all but forgotten in a blink of an eye, because you have to defend your honor first.

“What? I’ve seen you do it wearing this exact same outfit.”

“Stop lying. It’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? I distinctly remember you wearing this when you went to take out the trash that night a couple of weeks ago while we were hanging out at your place.”

“Nuh uh. I didn’t take out the trash that night,” you protest, frowning. “I made you throw it out for me on your way-”

Yeonjun interrupts you with a chuckle, glancing between you and Minho as he gives your friend's shoulder an awkward pat. They share a look that you don’t quite understand. “Alright, duly noted. I’m gonna make myself scarce,” he says. “Help yourselves. Booze is in the kitchen!”

After you’ve finally squeezed your way into the kitchen that’s overflowing with people, you narrow your eyes at Minho. “What was that about?”

“What?” He scans the selection of liquor bottles on the kitchen island before asking you, “Rum and Coke?”

Your favorite.

You nod eagerly, momentarily distracted before you have to circle back to your question.

“What was all that back there with Yeonjun, Mr. Grumpy Cat?”

“What was what?” He pulls out two solo cups from a nearby stack, along with some napkins, and meticulously wipes the plastic cups even though they look pretty clean to you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You raise a disbelieving eyebrow. He shrugs.

“I didn’t know you and Yeonjun were that close.” Minho seems casual as he tells you this, not looking at you as he fetches the necessary liquor and soda from the sea of glass and plastic bottles in front of you.

“We’re not. I’m kinda friends with him because Jess is friends with him.”

“Okay,” he acknowledges, though he doesn’t seem entirely pleased with… you don’t even know what. “I don’t like him. He’s loud.”

“That’s not a reason. Aren’t you friends with him too?”

You watch as he mixes your drinks, a sight you’re familiar with whenever you attend house parties together. He’s always your designated bartender.

One for you, one for him.

One part rum, two and a half parts coke.

“It is a reason. And ‘friends’ is a stretch,” he says, handing you your cup before he tends to his own. His has less liquor in it, because you both know you like yours stronger. “We’re acquaintances at best.”

“You’re loud too.”

“My brand of loud is different.”

“Is it?”

He gives you a look. An offended cat, if you’ve ever seen one.

“Well, Yeonjun’s not bad,” you tell him. You take a sip of the drink, then give him a subsequent thumbs-up. “He can be a bit much for some people, but I don’t really mind it.”

When he’s done, you both try to navigate the battlefield that is Yeonjun’s extremely cramped abode. You try to stay as close to him as possible, meaning away from the loud boys that are either trying to get shitfaced as quickly as possible, or trying to suck faces with any girl they could find as quickly as possible.

“Still. You don’t think the flirting was a bit much?”

Minho pulls you to him by your elbow when some guy - probably a little more than tipsy, judging by the unsteadiness of the legs that carry him - tries to bulldoze his way through the crowd behind you.

“He’s always like that. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s harmless.”

“If he asks you out, would you say yes?”

You blink at him in surprise, feeling like the question came out of nowhere. “What kind of question is that?”

“It’s just a question,” he says, then repeats himself. “So, if he asks you out, would you say yes?”

You let him guide you to a spot that’s more breathable, where people aren’t practically on top of each other trying to weave their way through. You think about it for a second, then realize that there isn’t much to think about. “No,” you say decisively.

Because it doesn’t make sense to envision you and Yeonjun together. You practically sit on two opposing ends of the same spectrum. People often say that opposites attract, but this isn’t one of those cases.

And… because you simply feel strange thinking about yourself and someone else. Like it's something you shouldn't do.

Minho gives you a hum in acknowledgment of your answer, which you barely catch over the loudness of the party. You do catch the hint of a smile that tugs at the corner of his lip though, before he cranes his neck to scan the room for any trace of your gang of thieves.

“If I didn’t know any better,” you run the words over in your head before you decide to utter them out loud. Like you told him just now, harmless, right? “I’d say you’re jealous of Yeonjun.”

He turns, stares at you for a moment with unreadable eyes.

“And what if I am?”

There’s something incredulous in the way you look at him. You think he would just wave you off or roll his eyes and move onto a new topic, not expecting him to fire back with a question you can’t really answer.

Or maybe he’s just playing along. You can’t tell.

“Am I that good in bed?” you chuckle, hoping he doesn’t notice the inkling of nervousness in your voice. “Did I do a number on you?”

He raises both eyebrows, pursing his lips as if in thought. Then, he answers, “Something like that.”

There’s a part of you that wants to dig deeper, to get him to say what he really means because there’s something in his eyes and there’s something in the way that his hand has moved to its designated place on the small of your back that makes your stomach roll with anticipation.

Once again, you don’t like that he keeps getting harder for you to read.

You try to think of words to say, of questions to ask, though you know this party isn’t the best place to voice them. “What d-”

“There you are!” Hyunjin pops up from behind Minho, practically jumping onto his back like a jumpscare ghost in a horror game, startling the both of you and almost making the grumpy cat spill his drink. Minho groans as he tries to shove his friend off, before sending Hyunjin a glare that makes the man bow his head in apology. He promptly drags you to where your friends are gathered on a big couch near the back of the room - Chan and his girlfriend Jess, Seungmin, Changbin, along with a distinct absence of a few more faces.

“Where are the others?” you ask, plopping down next to Changbin, followed suit by Minho.

“Jisung is stuck finishing a project,” Chan informs you. “And Jeongin is taking his girl to that new drive-in movie place.”

“They’re still in their honeymoon phase?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Ah yes, young love. Good for them.”

You catch up with everyone about your week, about their week; gossip about how much Yeonjun might’ve spent on this party and where his family’s downright insane wealth actually comes from, about Seungmin’s on-and-off situationship (which might be more interesting than all of the above).

Minho remains seated next to you the entire time you’re all drinking and laughing with each other. He keeps subtly touching you one way or another - a hand on your back because no one’s really noticing, a shoulder brushing yours, a thigh touching yours, a knee nudging your own every now and then.

It’s not until you finish your drink that Minho asks if you want another one, then stands up to head to the kitchen when you say Yes, please.

The second he’s out of earshot, Hyunjin jumps into action, motioning for everyone to huddle together, like he’s about to share classified information.

“Minho is seeing someone,” he says immediately.

“What?” Changbin asks. You hope he doesn’t notice the way your body immediately stiffens at the conversation’s sudden turn. You try to look as nonchalant and quiet as possible, as if this is just a talk about the weather, missing the way a pair of eyes flits to you outside of your peripheral vision.

Hyunjin purses his lips, before clarifying, “I went through his phone last week.”

“You went through his phone?” Chan frowns, shaking his head disapprovingly. “That’s not cool, dude.”

“He was in the bathroom and his phone was just sitting there unlocked. Then he got a text and I had to!” Hyunjin holds up his hands defensively. “Anyway, I don’t know if they’re dating or if they’re just fooling around, but there is someone! He’s simping hard.”

“How do you know that?” Seungmin chimes in. “Do you even know who it is?”

“I don’t know who it is. That’s what I need you guys to help me find out. There wasn’t a name name. He just calls her his-”

“What on earth are you guys doing?” Minho’s voice makes everyone disperse, leaning back into their respective seats like they were caught doing something they shouldn’t. He sits down beside you again, handing you your cup back. You give him an appreciative but awkward smile. “What is Hyunjin blabbing about this time?”

“Nothing!” Hyunjin practically squeaks. The poor guy can’t spin a little white lie to save his life. Then he has the audacity to look offended as he gapes, “Also, why did you automatically assume it was me?”

“Because it’s always you at the scene of the crime.”

“It happened one time! No, twice. It was only those two ti-!”

Seungmin cuts in flatly. “He said you’re whipped for a girl you’re seeing.”

Everyone stops to stare at Minho. Even you turn your head to look at him, trying to gauge how he’ll respond to this. It makes you a little guilty, seeing that you’re part of the secret too, and yet he has to shoulder the lies by himself.

Well, technically, there hasn’t been any lying involved up until now. Just a simple withholding of the truth.

His face hardens for a brief moment, and you think he lets it show on purpose - his way of telling Hyunjin that he’s annoyed - because Minho can put on a flawless poker face when he wants to. There’s a couple of seconds where he clenches his jaw before he relaxes, the sharpness of his features softening as he shrugs off the accusation. “I am most certainly not whipped for anyone,” he says. “It’s just a casual thing.”

“If it’s just casual, why were you being so secretive about it, huh?” Hyunjin prods.

“I wasn’t being secretive. I just didn’t think it was anybody’s business,” Minho answers coolly.

“We’re your best friends! I tell you guys everything.”

“You sure do. Even things I’d rather not hear about.”

Jess and Changbin burst into light laughter, and you chuckle along with them but you don’t really find it that funny. You’re just trying to blend into the background, be a fly on the wall and observe how things unfold. Minho has assured you that there’s nothing for you to worry about, that there’s no way they could find out about the secret, but still.

Hyunjin groans exasperatedly. The nosiest drama queen you know. “Seriously, who’s the girl? I’m dying of curiosity here!”

“Drop it.” Minho glares at him.

“Just give me a hint! Is it someone we know?”

“You haven’t eaten tissues in a while, have you?”

“Try me. I’m not scared of you anymore.”

“Hyunjin, I swear to-”

“Okay!” Chan claps his hands together suddenly. “Let’s just all agree that we are all entitled to our privacy and people can share whatever they want with whoever they want when they’re comfortable, yeah?”

Everyone nods in agreement, except for Hyunjin who narrows his eyes petulantly at Minho as if to say This isn’t over. No one wants to poke a disgruntled tiger, let alone about something he seems so disinterested in sharing. Minho has always been a notoriously private person, even with the rest of the group.

Changbin shuffles a new topic into the mix to move things along, which you aren’t very keen on contributing to at the moment. When no one seems to be looking, Minho places a hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly as if he can sense the unease that you’re feeling. It makes you glance at him, though neither of you says anything. You just look at each other for a moment, then turn back to the group when someone calls your name.

Two hours and three rum and coke’s later, you were coming down from a good high when someone suggested ditching Yeonjun’s party to go to a club.

Normally, you would say no. You could only do one social event at a time, needing to recharge your metaphorical battery before you let yourself be dragged into the next one.

But you decided to make an exception for tonight.

Though, you promptly realized that it was probably a mistake.

You prefer the loudness of Yeonjun’s party than here. It’s loud and crowded, since it’s a Saturday night, and since it’s a club. The air is sticky and stuffy. The lights are perpetually blinding and headache-inducing. You’re not even on the dancefloor; you’re just hovering near the entrance and the bar, and there’s still barely any room to move. People keep trying to shove you out of their way, even with Minho attempting to act as your human shield.

You let your displeasure be known through a deep frown.

Minho catches onto your chagrin almost immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asks, leaning close to your ear to make sure you hear him over the music.

“Too many people,” you try to raise your voice so the booming noises don’t drown you out. “Can we go somewhere over there?”

He turns around, taps on Chan’s shoulder to get his attention before gesturing vaguely to that spot near the back that you just pointed out to him, presumably to let the others know that you’ll be wandering over there.

He takes your hand and leads the way. In the back, it’s still loud but less deafening than before, and much less crowded compared to the areas surrounding the dance floor.

“Better?” he asks.

You lean against the wall though you probably shouldn’t. The ick is apparent, but at this point in the night, you yourself are already feeling pretty gross anyway.

“A little bit,” you say. “Thanks.”

“You wanna go home? We can leave if you want.”

“Without saying goodbye?”

“Did you know that people who leave parties without saying goodbye save two days a year? It’s been researched.”

You rephrase your words so Minho would understand better. “Without Hyunjin’s permission?”

“Hyunjin has been pissing me off plenty all week. I can play my card for you.”

“What card?”

“The ‘I don’t give a fuck’ card.”

You tilt your head, clearly amused. “And how does that usually work out for you?”

“I don’t care how it works out because Hyunjin is not gonna do anything to me.” He shrugs. “Besides, I can always just throw him in the airfryer when he gets too annoying.”

This makes you laugh, recalling the exact moment Minho brought up the legendary instructions on how to cook Hyunjin.

“How violent,” you comment with a snort.

“He deserves it.”

“You know you still have a soft spot for him,” you say.

“I have a soft spot for you,” he replies.

“Now look who’s trying to get laid.”

He grins. “Could you blame me?”

Some drunk girls stumble into your space on their way to the bathroom, bumping into you, pushing you into Minho’s body where he instinctively puts a hand on your back to keep you steady. You glance up at him after the girls have safely arrived at the bathroom, only to find him already staring down at you. His back is turned toward where the lights are coming from and the angle shrouds his face in darkness, but you can still make out the stars twinkling in his eyes.

The sudden lack of space between your bodies makes your breath hitch.

“Are you still drunk?” he asks.

“No. Not really.” You don’t like the way your voice comes out small, vulnerable.

“I…” he starts, hesitating for a moment before he continues. His eyes flicker to your lips, and the breath that was previously caught in your throat further thickens. “Fuck, I really want to kiss you right now.”

For some reason, your heart leaps to your throat. It’s probably because of the remnants of alcohol refusing to leave your system, because how else would you explain the way your pulse quickens just from hearing those words coming from him?

He bites his lip, similar to how Yeonjun did it just a few hours ago, but seeing Minho do it is at least a hundred times more enticing.

You want him to kiss you too. You really do.

“What if the others see?” you protest meekly, but you’re already staring at his mouth, finding yourself gravitating toward him like he’s got you hypnotized.

“We’re all the way back here,” he tells you. “They won’t see anything.”

He leans closer until his lips are brushing yours. With a hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head, he meets your mouth in a soft kiss, which is a stark contrast to the upbeat and booming music blasting all around you. Some guy drunkenly gives you two a sleazy whistle, the sound coming from somewhere on your right, but neither of you pays it any attention.

Your hands come to clutch at the collar of his shirt like a lifeline. He’s never kissed you outside of the comfort of your bedroom before, let alone amidst a sea of people like this. It feels strange to be intimate with him in public, but at the same time, it excites you. There’s still a sense of anonymity because you’re camouflaged by the lights, masked by the darkness, hiding in plain sight.

The kiss gets more heated. He guides you a step back until you’re all pressed up against the wall, your hands tangling in his hair, tugging on it the way he likes that makes him groan against your mouth. He sucks on your bottom lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, the wet muscle dancing with yours, making your knees buckle. It’s dizzying. It makes your head spin, and you don’t know if it’s because there’s still enough residual alcohol in your system to knock your world off its axis, or if it’s just him.

The hand previously on your hips sneaks underneath your shirt to rub at your bare skin. He gropes your breasts over the bralette you chose to wear tonight, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm, all the while slotting one of his legs between yours to help you grind on him. Your clothed cunt rolls over the denim of his jeans, and even though the friction is coarse and your movements are limited in this crowded space, the pleasure still sets your entire body alight. Minho spreads all over you like wildfire, and Minho consumes you like a hurricane.

You moan into his mouth when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, over the flimsy material of your undergarment. “Min,” you whimper desperately. You don’t know if he can hear you over the obnoxiously loud sounds coming from the speakers littered all over the place, but he groans against your mouth regardless. Almost like the nickname is driving him crazy.

He pulls back just slightly, to let the both of you catch your breath. “Should we go back to yours?” he asks, eyes still focused on your mouth.

You nod eagerly. You know you must be wet as hell right now, and if you have to wait any longer, you will probably explode from frustration. You might just drag him into that disgusting bathroom over there and let him have his way with you, but you will definitely regret it afterward because it’s a bathroom in a nightclub. It’s beyond revolting.

He helps you smooth out your hair, gentle and tender. In turn, you wipe your lipstick smudges on his face. Instead of taking you by the hand like he did earlier, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and navigates the two of you through the crowd, shielding you from anyone who might bump into you. You lean into the touch; it’s just comforting.

As you make your way back to the group - or what’s left of the group at the moment - his hand drops to his side again. There’s an inkling of disappointment that blossoms in you, but it dissipates quickly when Hyunjin spots you and lights up. Him and Seungmin are at the bar, seemingly trying to get the bartender’s attention. Changbin is next to them, but he doesn’t seem to care about anything other than the girl he’s chatting with. You try to scan the crowd for Chan and Jess, and find them a couple minutes later, standing in a corner, pressed up against each other just like you and Minho moments ago.

“Where did you run off to?” Hyunjin asks. Clearly Chan was too preoccupied with his girlfriend to relay the information.

“It’s too loud in here, I was getting a headache,” you say, only half a lie. You know your face must still be flushed from your impromptu makeout session, but you hope your friend can’t see the rosy shade painting your skin under all the flashing lights. “Min and I just went back there to see if it was quieter.”

“Okay.” He seems to believe you. “We’re trying to get drinks! You want anything?”

“I think I’m gonna just go home. You guys stay and have fun though.”

Hyunjin looks at you like he’s so flabbergasted. “It’s not even 3AM yet!”

“Headache,” you say, pointing to your temple with an exaggeratedly pained expression on your face. “I’ll stay out all night with you next time.”

“But-!” The second he opens his mouth to protest, Minho cuts in sharply, his tone leaving no room for anyone to argue despite the gigantic pout on Hyunjin’s face.

“I’m gonna take her home and call it a night too,” he simply says.

Hyunjin groans, but he relents in the end, muttering to you something that sounds like “You owe me one,” when you go to hug him goodbye. Before you and Minho can reach the door, you hear your man child of a friend call after you two in his pterodactyl voice, “Don’t make Minho’s girl jealous!”

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lucerothings1 · 1 year ago

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Dad’s best friend

Chris wood x male reader smut

Warnings: gay sex, top Chris, bottom reader, oral, ass play, cowboy position, sir kink slightly used

Summary: your dad’s old best friend is back in town to visit and one thing leads to an other.

“M/n” your dad whispered into your room as you where awake “what what’s up” you responded half asleep. “Um on of my friends is over I would like you to meet so when your up and get ready please come down okay” “yeah I’ll go down in a bit” you growled back with your face buried in your pillows.

As you got up from your bed you decided to take a shower and get dressed. “Yeah shit yeah I remember” you heard your dad say as you got down stairs to see they where having a couple of beers.

Um Chris Id like you to meet my son M/n” your dad introduced you “ nice to meet you M/n I’m Chris” “Nice to meet you to Chris and I’m how do you know my dad” “Oh we go way back I went to college with him and I was here in town so I thought might as well go say hey” Chris responded.

“Well your always welcome here man” your dad said “Thanks man” Chris said patting your dads shoulder.

* Timeskip

It was now getting late and your dad had been outside in the back yard with Chris since they made food outside and they had continued to drink since you went back up to your room.

“Hey um where’s the bathroom” Chris had poked his head into the room looking at you. “What um yeah end of hallway to the left” you said “okay thanks” “ mm hum” you hummed in response.

“Hey um thank you again for the directions” Chris said walking into your room with his hands in his pockets. “No need to thank me but why wouldn’t you ask my dad” “Well um hey is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to his drinking I bought him inside and laid him on the sofa” “Oh my god thank you so much and yeah I understand he sometimes can’t control his liquor” you said sighing.

No it’s fine plus I should of known I went to college with him after all but thank him for me please I’m gonna head out before it gets more late” “no please stay the night my dad would kill me if I let you go and plus you did drink a bit and it’s not a good idea to be on the road” you told to Chris.

“Um really thank you but it’s not really necessary” “oh please quit it and please I need to k ow more about my dad in college he hardly speaks of it” you said patting a spot on your bed for Chris to take a seat.

After awhile of discussing of your father and Chris friendship in college you also happened to tell Chris himself was a little tipsy. “So what about you M/n the son of Alexander College royalty” Chris joked around after telling you about how your bad had been so popular back in the day.

“Well not much going on in my life I’m single and I’m 19 I have a 8 to 5 job I have weekends off and I don’t really do much so there isn’t really much to talk about” “ What, what do you mean your single you look hot and no girlfriend” “Um yeah no girlfriend and plus I don’t go towards girls mostly guys” you responded to Chris.

“Oh I’m sorry I shouldn’t have jumped to thinking” “ it’s fine your good” you said reassuring Chris to not feel bad. “So you um like guys then” “ yeah I’m gay” “yeah I mean I would see why I remember back from the college days.”

“Wait your gay to or” “No I’m just me plus it was in college where everyone normally experiments with guys and girls but it’s been along time since I tapped a nice tight ass” “give me a minute “ you said getting up from your bed and going down stairs to find your dad on the living room sofa snoring and asleep “dad dad hellooo” you whispered loudly as for your dad gave you no response.

“What happened” Chris said fro your bed “my dads past out on the sofa there’s no way his gonna get up tonight not until tomorrow evening” you said taking off your shoes and belt buckle and shirt.

“Um what are you doing Chris said with a confused look on his face. “Well you miss the tight asses right” you told Chris “yeah but what dos—wait nooo no no no noo” he said with the realization finally hitting him.

“I can’t sleep with my best friends son that’s like a big no no” “well I say it’s a big yes yes plus I have a tight ass I’m gay your you and your hard I can see your bulge” you said staring in between his legs as he looked to being caught.

“Well yes your hot and I’d like to fuck your ass but your dads down stairs” he said as you walked up to him unbuckling his belt and pushing him on to the bed. “Well then do it Chris” you said as you went on top of him.

“Fuck it” he said smirking with joy as he took off his shirt and sat up on your bed as he pulled you onto his lap “Exactly what I want you to do” you said smiling. As he pulled you to him locking your lips together in a heated kiss.

As you gave him entrance into your mouth as he explored your mouth with his tongue as you felt his arms move from your waist to your ass as he started to feel your clothed ass as he reached into your pants as you felt his fingertips tough your hole as he pulled off your pants and underwear all at once.

“Oh fuck baby you gotta hot ass he said as you began to fully take off your pants and his as well now in front of each other as you saw his clothed bulge now only being covers by his underwear as you started to kiss down his chest and leaving marks as he moaned happily cause of your touch.

As you got closer now to his erection you now removing his underwear and beginning to kiss down his waist and next to his cock teasing him as you began by first kissing his red fiery tip.

“Mm you do now how to tease someone don’t you” Chris said to you as he closed his eyes awaiting for your mouth as he could feel your lips and breath sending chills down his spine. As you began to put in the tip into your mouth as you swallowed him whole taking all of his 11 inches all the way down to his base where you could feel his pubs rubbing against your nose as you could smelling his mustiness.

“Uhh-Oh you are definitely a natural to suck cock nobody normal can deep throat me” he said breathlessly as he belt you hum in acknowledgment on his cock sending more vibrations to him making him more desperate as he got a ahold of your face as he started to plunge you on to his throbbing cock.

“Oh fuck yeah take this cock M/n” he moaned out as he continued to fuck your throat. “Oh fuck yeah ima cum oh fuuuuck yeah come on swallow it” he said as he pushed you down completely onto his cock as he painted your throat white .

As you got up from his cock covered with your saliva leaving a string of saliva from his cock to your mouth as he pulled you top of him. “Come on baby where gonna stretch out that little hole of yours” he said as you laid on his chest as he pulled your legs up and started to push your ass cheeks apart to reveal your throbbing hole.

“Suck” he said to you as he put his fingers up to your mouth as you obeyed. “That’s good enough baby” he said as he took his fingers and began to circle your entrance as you moaned melting from feeling his touch.

“Oh fuuuckkk” you moaned out of breath “Ah you feel so good baby, coming undone with just my fingers all tight and hot around me” he said as he begun to push his fingers into you as you begun to push yourself on to his fingers more to try to make him get to your good spot.

Oh no baby your not getting off that easy when the fun has truly only begun I’m purposely not hitting that little bundle of nerves you so desperately crave for me to reach. He said to you as he continued to fuck you with his fingers ever so slowly teasing you.

“Okay your open enough” he said as he removed his fingers causing you to whine but know whine “Don’t be like that plus your gonna get in upgrade” he said as he started to push his tip into your hole as you could feel your hole being ripped apart by him not only was he long in his length but he was thick in his width as well.

Oh-ah mm-mhum” “shhh it’s fine I’m almost in completely” he said as he begin to kiss you to muffle your moans as he pushed past your entrance as he was now completely in giving you time to adjust.

“Oh fuck I missed this so much” Chris said breathless as he felt your warm hole around him. “See I told you Chris” you said to him as you got up from his chest “Call me sir I don’t like being called Chris well I have my dick up your ass” he said smiling happily.

“Okay sir” you said as you started to rock your hips and ride his cock as you placed your hand on his chest and he placed his around your waist as he watched your hips mesmerized as you rode him. “Oh fuck yeah baby you like my cock” “ oh fuc-k ye-s-s sir” you moaned as you rode him after now holding onto his shoulders.

“Yeah fuck your self on my cock baby fuck your self so hard so your dad wakes up and sees me with my cock up your ass baby” he said as he gripped you’re waist and began to fuck you hard and all that could be heard was skin clapping on skin and moans.

“Ah shit fuck sir yeah fuck my ass with your big cock” you moaned loudly as you could feel him tearing your ass up even more. “Mm-ahhh fuuuuuckk ima cum” “ Yeah cum for me baby cum for my big cock” Chris yelled as you cummed all over the bed and on him as he continued to fuck you through your high.

“Oh-Ah fuck yeah I’ma fucking cum” he yelled as you begun to feel his warm milk leaking out of your ass as you now rode him through his high.

“Oh fuck that was amazing” he said breathless as you stayed on top of him as you felt him go soft inside you “Why don’t you stay here” you asked him “um yeah okay I’ll stay tonight on your bed” he said in response.

“No I mean yes but we have a extra room stay a couple of days and I’ll convince my dad to make you move in so we could fuck anytime and anywhere when my dad works unless you don’t want to” “please and go away missing his tight ass no way” he said slapping your ass. “But right now I’m tired and I want to sleep is that okay” he said looking up at you “ yeah I’m tired to” you said as you where about to get off him” no stay I like being in you” he said as you then just laid on top of his chest soon falling asleep on top of him while he was still in you as though the night you could feel his cock pulse.

#gay smut #gay #lucerothings1 #Chris wood x male reader #Chris wood

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ooouuunahnah · 30 days ago

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We all have our vices; for Izuku Midoriya it’s you.

Enjoy this Izuku x Str!pper reader one shot

Plz excuse grammar and spelling errors I did not spell check

Minors DNI

“I need new friends.” Is all Izuku can think about when the smell of sweat and ass is clouding his senses. His so called ‘friends’ have kidnapped him from his comfortable solitude of self pity and have dragged him to see an ‘exotic’ dancer show. Yea, they brought him to a strip club; to somehow distract him from the fact that the love of his life has dumped him and is probably screwing his junior.

He doesnt blame Ochako, they were both too busy loving their careers more than each other; it couldn’t be helped.

“PLEASE JUST ONE CHEEK!?” A few feet away from him Mineta is practically harassing a dancer whose resemblance to Jessica rabbit is uncanny.

His perverted friend is on his knees, shaky hands clamped in front of him and elephant tears streaming from his face. “I’LL GIVE YOU ALL OF MY MONEY IF YOU JUST SIT ON MY FACEEE.”

Izuku frowns his face up. “What’s that look for?” He turns his attention to the beautiful headache who helped drag him here, Mina.

“I wanna go home.” She rolls her eyes, “You’re a grown man Deku you’re free to come and go wherever you please.” He starts to stand up when Mina practically body slams him back into his seat and crash landing onto his lap.

Izuku exhales but it comes out strained, “Don’t you think Ejirou would be a tad bit upset if he sees his girl sitting on his friends lap?”

She takes a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, “We’re on the outs.” Izuku adjusts himself and leans back (might as well get comfortable since he’s stuck here).

“Ooh I can tell, you tend to do disrespectful shit whenever he pisses you off.” Which is quite often I might add.

She leans into me, swirling her glass of champagne. *sigh* “I went to through his phone.” She says putting the glass to her lips and gulping down half of its contents.

I lean further into my seat, it’s gonna be a long night. “And?” I take the champagne from her and buck the rest and she puts her chin in the hand that was just holding her glass.

“There are girls literally flooding his DM’s and I don’t even wanna talk about his snap chat.” I wince knowing that she’d find a pretty similar situation in my phone.

But in both of our defense, “They’re probably just a bunch of thirsty fans. What makes you think he’s replied to any of them.”

Her glare is deadly, “You both are disgusti- you know what tonight isn’t about me it’s about how my best friend dumped you on your ass and you’re being a whiny baby about it.”

I return her glare, “Oh I’m the whiny one but you’re sitting on my lap bitching about a few thirst traps sent to, and I quote,” (throwing up air quotes to emphasize my point) “your man that’s not your man.”

“You know what you’re hurt so I’m going to let that one slide.” I roll my eyes as she continues. “As I was saying tonight is about you getting laid by a hot stripper and possibly forgetting about your failed attempt at love.”

A mix of pain and annoyance flutters through my chest at the mention of my failure as a boyfriend ..and a man. A solemn expression takes over my face much to Mina’s disdain.

“Stop that.” “Stop what ?” “That face, stop feeling sorry for yourself. I love Ochako to death but she’s not worth loosing yourself over.” I let out a breath, “Well it feels like I’ve already lost myself.” “Well then,” she smiles sinisterly. “Let’s get you a stripper who can help you find it. ”

She jumps up with newfound enthusiasm. “I’m gonna find you the BADDEST bitch of the bunch. And she’s going to be all yours for the night.” She promises, I offer her a small smile then she turns and leaves eager to complete her mission.

She’s gone all but five minutes before she returns jumping up and down with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. “Izuku get up get up I found her.” She pulls on my arms urging me up, I eye her suspiciously

unconvinced, “You found her that quick ?” “YES. She’s so fine if you don’t hit I will.” I laugh at her genuinely amused, “Their job is to dance not fuck.” She waves me off and continues to lead me to the mystery girl, “Yea yea I heard that in a Cardi B song but trust me you’ll want to.

Before I know it I’m sitting down in a led lit room with a pole and stage, soft music playing in the background. “Hi.” She smiles at me, “H-hi.” I clear my throat, she’s beautiful, like drop dead gorgeous. I’m thinking 5’7-8, brown eyes, black volumous coils just above her shoulders, lips full and two toned no less. Fuck, her lips.

And a body that could definitely take away my worries for the night. She tilts her head noticing my staring, I meet her eyes again. “Um what’s your name ?” “S/N” (stage/name) “I mean your real name”, amusement lacing my voice. She leans into me ,“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would yes” my voice dropping to a whisper as she closes in, we lock eyes and just when I think she might come in for a kiss she pulls away and to my surprise straddles me. “None of my clients know my real name” I tense as she moves her hips against me. “Maybe I’m special” my hands land on her hips,

“Not that special”. I’m growing hard, in the span of 15 minutes she had grind on me in ways I didn’t even know someone could. She’s about to sit back down on me when I grab her hips trying to catch a breath. Stopstopstopstopstop, I let out a huff trying to contain myself and she looks at me in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” she asks and I word vomit, “Nothing nothing you’re amazing really but this is really REALLY turning me on and I know you’re just doing your job so I don’t want to make it weird and you feel how you’re affecting me and it creeps you out and makes you uncomfortable and-“ , her beautiful laughter interrupts my rant.

She makes her way to me and straddles my lap, it’s not weird it’s normal happens all the time”, she proceeds to move her hips directly over my erect dick. My voice is strained, “Does it not make you uncomfortable?” “ Sometimes but it’s part of the job.”

In this case tho you were very respectful and honest on your part, I’m not used to that”, she leans in wrapping her arms around my neck voice dropping to a whisper, “kinda turns me on.” My dick jumps at the praise and she must feels it because she picks up her pace quicker than the music.

My hips unconsciously meets hers and she moans softly at the feeling. My hands tighten on her waist, “Sweetheart.. I’m going to cum in my pants if you keep this up.” This time she lifts her hips up a bit to drag herself down harder on me and I shudder at the friction created, she leaning and whispers aginst my lips, “As long as I get off too.”

A smirk spreads across my face, “That can be arranged.” Before I can think to stop myself I press my lips to hers fully swallowing her moans and tasting her on my tounge as she slides hers in my mouth. Then I’m on her neck kissing licking and sucking anywhere I can, anywhere she’ll allow me to all while drinking in her delicious Moans.

She taste so good, how can anyone’s skin taste this good??? “ I just wanna eat you up.” I whisper aginst her skin, she laughs in response but it’s cut off by a moan when hold her tighter and ground her against me.

I can help but feel everything I can, I’m touching her waist her breast her ass, my hands would be in her beautiful hair if they weren’t already occupied. I can practically feel her through my pants with the growing wet spot I already know is there.

Her Rythum is slowing and she’s tugging on my hair and I’m cuming. I’m coming in my fucking pants in a strip club hunching one of the dancers of all things. The music has stopped and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, I’m still squeezing her ass cuz it’s a really nice ass and my hands have become content being there. “Fuck.”

I whisper against her skin “Fuck.” She repeats, I have a feeling she’s never done this with one of her clients before but I think we can both agree that it was one of the most intense orgasms we’ve ever had…with our clothes still on at that. She pulls back first and I lift my head to look at her.

She’s so pretty with her hair ruffled, lips swollen, and her breath uneven.” “That was..” “Amazing” ,I finish for her, she bites her lip at that. I place a kiss against her neck, “Let’s do it again..” She laughs softly, “We’ll see about that, maybe at your next visit?”

I’m getting hard again at the thought of coming back and sharing another mind blowing orgasm. I whisper aginst her lips, “It’s a date.” “Y/N,” “What?” “My name, it’s Y/N.” My chest warms at the confession, “You can call me Deku.” “That’s not your name.” I lean in and tuck a loose curl behind her ear, “I’ll tell you next time.” She rolls her eyes playfully, “It’s a date.”

#izuku x reader #deku x y/n #deku x you #izuku x y/n #mha izuku #deku #izuku mydoria #ao3 izuku #izuku midoria x reader

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darklcy · 1 year ago

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𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲

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‣ armin arlert x reader | attack on titan masterlist | altruistic masterlist | 716 words | fluff, armin being awkward lmao, cute interaction

‣ an excerpt from altrustic's part 3 but also a sneak peek of part 4. i enjoyed writing this first interaction between reader and armin so i wanted to make a oneshot off it :) more to come in the series!

He initially disagreed with the idea.

He knew he had to try harder, talk louder, get stronger. Maybe this was the start to his journey. Huffing down a shaky sigh and thrashing his hands against his sleeves, his throat clears for his beginning sentence.

“...[Y/N]..?”

It’s timid and meek. Could he hear himself? Did you even hear him?

When you don’t stir from your position, he tries again.

“[Y/N]?”

And then he finally sees you. The skin around your eyes was red and agitated, probably a result from lack of sleep. Your blinks were lavishly slow as you peered at him, the moment of recognition crossing onto your face right before Armin’s eyes.

“...Hey, Armin.”

You greet him carefully, he notices. He glances to the beacon of light.

“Aren’t you heading to dinner..?”

Your hand falls to dangle by your shoe.

“..Not tonight. I’m not hungry.”

He pops his knuckles at his sides.

“You sure? Skipping meals isn’t good for you..”

“I’m sure.”

His frown deepens.

You’ve nestled back into your home already, staring upon the shadows filtering throughout the camp.

..His footsteps trudge over to the steps, and you face him when he sits beside you, body position matching yours. Armin lost his stare into the forest, fingers tapping sporadically from where they laid over his biceps. He doesn’t mind that you observe him.

Armin was a calm in the storm type of person. His best friend seemed to speak for three, never afraid to holler his frustrations, but on the other side of the spectrum lay this boy, the polite boy who loved to read. He’d apologize for existing, apologize for taking up space, before he ever sat down to introduce himself.

“You’re easy to watch.”

It took everything in you to not choke. Armin instantly panicked.

“I-In training, I mean..! When we’re doing drills? Combat drills?”

His words puddled out in a hurry, the skin of his cheeks blaring bright red.

“I just mean, you’re impressive! Or, inspiring? I uh, I’m not good at that stuff, so-,”

Your sudden boisterous laughter made him freeze. Armin couldn’t see your face anymore now that it was ducked over your thighs, shoulders trembling with cackles. Your arms caressed your aching stomach as if it could cease the attack, but it just kept advancing.

“Uh…”

Finally rising off your thighs, you swooped in deep breaths to calm your heartbeat, a couple giggles escaping here and there.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you laugh..”

You waved him off with a hand.

“No, no, don’t be. I liked it.”

His face was a never ending tomato. Now it looked like he was sweating a bit.

“But, what you were saying…you watch me?”

Armin smacked both palms to his face. “I was trying to compliment your skills, but I apologize that it came off as stalkerish.”

Another wave of laughs pass through your smile. “It didn’t, it just caught me really off guard.”

He reveals his blue eyes to you again. “That’s good, I guess..”

Your expression slightly dims when you turn away from him.

“Well, thank you.”

Armin’s lips part, but then close.

He’s relieved when you wave him off, instead of barreling down on him like the weirdo he is. You even thanked him for his terrible attempt at a compliment, and it makes him want to smile. He didn’t mess this one up..!

Wafting through the crevices, the moon rejoins you on the steps, this time encasing Armin in her light, as well. By now, the mess hall was dismissed, sending cadets off to bed to end the day and rest for tomorrow.

“Guess dinner’s over..”

His comment reawakes your reality, that tomorrow brings new hardships and restless nights. It makes you grimace.

“I’m gonna..head off to bed. Goodnight, Armin.”

When you finally part ways for the night, he feels like there’s more to say, more he has to get off his chest, but he can see how exhausted you are.Enough is enough for tonight, he decides, and he bids you goodnight. He daringly feels better on the walk to bed, somehow proud of himself for speaking to someone new. He doesn’t register his best friend’s greeting inside, instead heading straight for his bunk with a dazed smile on his face.

#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #snk #snk x reader #armin arlert fluff #armin fluff #armin x reader fluff #armin arlert x reader fluff

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sluttyten · 1 year ago

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You In My Arms

Chapter 6: Truths Tonight

full masterlist || haechan masterlist || YIMA chapter index

summary: for so long you and Haechan have each held onto your secrets -- your crush, your exhibitionism, his voyeuristic habits -- but the time finally comes to bring it all out into the open

length: 16,208 words

tags: voyeurism, exhibitionism, slowburn, friends to lovers, masturbation, general perversion, smut

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Despite Haechan’s promise that night at the bus stop, days and weeks go by without an exchange of secrets occurring between the two of you. Things get very busy at work, and all of your friends are busy as well, so there’s just no time to get together and hang out.

There’s no time for much of anything.

You wake in the mornings, grab an on-the-go breakfast on your way into work, maybe spare some time for lunch, and you work until long after dinner. You stare at your computer screen until your eyes are dry and tired. There are big things happening for the Moon Corporation, keeping everyone late, sending some people on business trips, which means their responsibilities have to be divvied up among those of you that remain.

So things are far too busy for you and Haechan to have Secret Sharing Time. You understand, but sometimes you’ll look away from your computer in need of a break, and your eyes will fall on Haechan sitting at his desk nearby. He’ll be on his phone or entering something into his computer or doing both while also taking notes and drinking an caffeine-heavy drink. But sometimes your eyes will meet for a moment, his lips turn up in a smile, his left eye dropping in a wink.

It makes you blush every time, but he’s already looked away so he never sees.

“You need to take a break,” your roommate tells you one night when you come in late. She’s snuggled up on the sofa with her partner while they share Thai takeout and watch a movie. She sits up to watch you as you sleepily peel a banana to eat for dinner. “You’re gonna run yourself ragged if you keep up this pace. Take an early night tomorrow, and let’s go out. You’ve been so tense lately, you need to relax. And that banana,” she says, gesturing at the one in your hand, before continuing, “Isn’t the sort of banana you need to be choking on.” She mimes a blowjob.

Her partner laughs from inside the cocoon of blankets, and you launch your banana peel at her.

But she’s right, and you know it. As you walk away to your bedroom, finishing off the banana, you know that you need to get laid. It’s been a while since you did anything like that, and you still have needs, but lately you’ve been putting your personal needs off to focus on work instead.

When you re-emerge from your room twenty minutes later, you’ve transformed yourself. Not a totally dramatic transformation, but you put on a going out outfit, did your hair, and upgraded the makeup you’d slapped on this morning before work — meaning that now you’re wearing eyeshadow and lipstick in addition to the swipe of mascara you’d worn this morning.

“Where are you going?” Your roommate asks as she takes a peek and notices how you look. “Don’t you have work in the morning?”

You understand her concern. It’s already nearly eleven o’clock tonight, so why would you be going out on a Thursday night? You wave her off. “I’m going to visit YangYang’s club.” Even if it means risking a hangover on a Friday morning, your friend is right and you deserve a night to be a little care-free. “Don’t worry about me.”

She’s obviously still concerned as she sits up to watch you slip your shoes on and grab your keys from the hook beside the door. But she doesn’t say anything, just watches you go.

For a Thursday night, the club is crowded. You sweet talk the guy at the door to let you in since you know YangYang, and he recognized you anyway because of how many times you’ve been here because of YangYang. You head right for the bar, already scanning for an open spot, scanning for YangYang’s recently bleached silver-blond hair. You spot him, but more importantly, you spot who he’s standing across from and talking with.

Haechan.

You squeeze smoothly into the spot between Haechan and the stranger sitting on his other side. Your hand slides over Haechan’s shoulder, and he and YangYang both turn to stare at you in surprise and confusion before the moment of realization sits in.

“What are you doing here?” Haechan asks.

“I could ask the same of you.” You look over at YangYang, and ask, “Can you make me something sweet but strong?”

He turns away to go make you your requested drink. Haechan just stares at you, not saying anything, not even attempting to shake off the hand you’ve still got on his shoulder. After a few moments, right after YangYang slides a luminescent blue drink garnished with an orange slice across the bar to you, Haechan finally speaks. “So why are you here? It’s a Thursday night, we have work tomorrow.”

You raise your eyebrows in question back at him as you silently take a sip of your drink. YangYang knows your tastes well enough that he nailed it with this one. You sit the drink back down and then say, “My roommate pointed out that I’m too tense and I need to let loose a little, get laid, get drunk, do something other than just work.”

Haechan’s eyebrows draw together slightly.

“And you’re here for what?” You ask. “Keeping YangYang company?”

“Yeah, sorta.” Haechan picks the glass up in front of him and drains it in one go. As soon as the glass hits the bar top, he says, “You look nice tonight.”

The compliment goes right to your head, filling you with warmth.

Haechan looks away, scanning the room as he says, “I don’t know the last time I saw you dressed like this. Thailand, maybe?” He just barely looks your way, gaze flicking from your face, to the revealing neckline of the dress, to the short hem that flutters against the tops of your thighs.

You nod. “Probably Thailand. That night YangYang begged us to go with him to that club, all to chase down that European tourist.”

YangYang rolls his eyes. “As I recall, which isn’t a whole lot from that night, you weren’t wearing much at all.”

That’s true. You’d basically been wearing your bikini still with just a loosely crocheted coverup dress on over it.

Haechan clears his throat, shifts in his seat, and looks back over at you. “Anyway, you look nice.”

Again, the compliment starts a nice, slow heat in your belly. “Thanks, Haechan. If I’m gonna find someone to fuck tonight, I need to look nice.”

Your heart thunders in your chest as you say that to Haechan. He has no real claim over your heart or what you do with your body, but you still feel very bold, very audacious to be so open with him right then about your desires. He’s always thought you innocent, and by his own admission he’s never heard any stories about your sex life, so for him to hear your desire to get fucked directly from your mouth, there’s something kind of exhilarating about it.

Haechan’s gaze lingers as he opens his mouth, closes it again, then waves YangYang over for a new drink.

Then he levels you with a look that can only be disapproval. “We have work in the morning, you should just go home.”

“Why?” You laugh, taking another sip at your drink. “I already said I’m taking this one night and listening to my roommate’s advice. She told me to loosen up, that I’ve been so tightly wound these past couple weeks from work.”

A muscle twitches in Haechan’s jaw. “But it has to be tonight? It’s a Thursday, and there’s… not a lot of great guys here tonight.” He looks back around at the crowd.

You watch him, unable to help thinking that the one great guy that you want is this one sitting inches away from you.

“I just think you’d have better luck maybe on a different night. But if you just want to drink, then just sit here and let’s drink.”

YangYang makes a sound that sounds like a mix between a laugh and a snort. When you look at him standing behind the bar, he just shakes his head and walks away to help someone else.

On any other night, maybe the invitation to just get drunk here at the bar with Haechan might work, but tonight it’s not nearly as effective as he might have hoped.

Maybe Haechan wants to keep you right here beside him so he doesn’t have to see you flirting and dancing with other guys, so he doesn’t have to imagine you going home with anyone and thereby ruining his mental image of you as an angel… well, he’s going to have to work harder. Because you want to get laid, and as much as you would love for it to be him, it’s been years and there have been many chances and it just simply hasn’t happened between you and him.

“Have fun warming a seat at the bar tonight, Haechan.” You pat his shoulder, dump the rest of your drink down your throat, and you walk away.

As you walk away, your imagination provides you with the phantom sensation of his hand stopping your wrist, of his voice in your ears telling you to wait, the whole fabricated scenario where he joins you out on the dance floor or maybe says the magical words that he’ll give you what you want. But it’s just your imagination crafting a fantasy, and in reality, he just watches you walk away.

It takes you a little while to notice that Haechan actually is watching you from his spot at the bar. He’s watching the various men that you interact with. He watches each time that you approach the bar to get another sweet & strong drink from YangYang or shots to share with whoever you’re mingling with at the moment. And once you’ve noticed Haechan, he’s all you seem to be able to notice and think about. Even when the very, very handsome guy you’re dancing with is trying to feel you up, you’re busy wondering why Haechan is really here tonight. As you’re both aware of, you both have work in the morning. And also, he’s not even doing anything fun, just sitting up there at the bar to sip at his drink and talk with YangYang. If he was out here dancing it would be one thing, but he just sits and watches and drinks his drink so slowly.

Eventually the guy you’re dancing with gets bored of your disinterest in him since you’re only staring at the bar and not responding to how he’s touching you. So he leaves you. Finally you decide you don’t care, and you forget about getting dick tonight and instead decide you’ll just get drunk, like Haechan had suggested earlier. You plop into the seat beside Haechan again, calling over YangYang for a new drink, then another, another, and another, and….

“I’m cutting you off,” Haechan says, laying his hand over yours as you try to wave to get YangYang’s attention again.

In the murky depths of your alcohol sodden brain, you remember a scene like this from before. A night at a campfire, Haechan’s hand warm on yours as he cut you off then too. It’s almost an opposite situation now, and you laugh aloud just thinking about it. That night you’d been drinking to avoid thinking about and potentially having to see one of your coworkers seducing Haechan. Tonight you’re the one who has made the (failed) attempts at seduction.

Haechan’s hand in the present moment is warm and gentle as he pries your fingers away from your empty glass. “You’ve already had quite a bit to drink, and we do still have work in the morning.”

You pout at him. “I’m letting loose, Haechan-ah. Just let me.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re drunk already, angel. I saw you out there. Letting loose. And I let you do that, but it’s late and you’re drunk, and you’re going to wake up with a helluva hangover in the morning. You still have to get home.”

“You can take me home.” You rest your chin on your hand, that soft heat inside you causing the words to slide right off your tongue, “Take me home with you, Hyuckie.”

Your eyes are heavy, and you feel like you’re blinking in slow motion. But Haechan is looking at you, his hand still covering yours on the bar to keep you from calling YangYang over. You want to go home with him. You want to end tonight in Haechan’s bed, naked and finally satisfied. You want that hand on yours to mean something.

“Take me home,” you repeat.

Haechan’s throat bobs as he swallows. His hand on yours twitches, squeezing before he pushes away from the bar and says, “It’s getting late. Let’s go.”

You barely remember the journey from the bar. You only know that it’s very late, you’re definitely drunk, and as Haechan brings you up to your front door, you fight a little bit of disappointment that he’d truly brought you to your home instead of taking you home with him.

“Keys?” Haechan pats you down lightly when you reach the door. His hand slips into your jacket pocket, and you lose your balance a bit, leaning against Haechan’s side as he picks your apartment keys out of your pocket. He chuckles, and pushes the door open.“You’re really gonna be hungover in the morning, aren’t you?”

You just him noncommittally, watching his hands as he sits your keys down on the table just inside the door.

You half expect him to disappear then, to wish you goodnight, and step back out the door.

But Haechan helps you inside. He trails behind you to your bedroom, picking up your shoes, your jacket, your jewelry as you peel it off along the way. The apartment is quiet and dark, your roommate is long asleep, and you just tumble into your bed without a sound. Haechan follows you inside your room, depositing your things on your desk, picking your phone up from where it fell out of your jacket, and he plugs it in, sitting it on the mattress right beside your head.

Haechan crouches down beside your bed so he’s level with your face. For a moment the two of you just look at each other.

You don’t want that moment to end. You don’t want him to stop looking at you, not when he’s watching you with this tender look in his dark eyes, one that makes you want to curl up and fall asleep, one that makes you feel safe and cared for.

You don’t remember closing your eyes, but you must have because everything is dark behind your eyelids when Haechan next speaks.

“Are you gonna wake up when your alarm goes off?” He asks quietly, and you can feel his fingers brush lightly over your cheek. “Or are you gonna oversleep? Coming into work late because you’re hungover and slept through your alarm isn’t gonna be a good look, angel.”

“Stay then.” You sigh and squirm around to get more comfortable, peering at him for a moment to make sure he’s still there. “You be my alarm in the morning. Make sure I’m not late to work.”

Haechan laughs and stands up. “What I’m gonna do is get you some water and some aspirin, make sure your alarm is set, and then I’m going home.”

You whine, “Just stay,” and reach for him, but he’s already walked too far away. You close your eyes again, pouting as he keeps going.

“Water. Aspirin.” Haechan’s footsteps pass out of the room, and you find it in you to sit up and pull your dress off over your head. You drop it to the floor, leaving you in just your panties as you burrow beneath the blankets on your bed. You lay your head back down on the pillow and close your eyes, so it’s only by the sound of Haechan’s quiet footsteps returning that you know he didn’t leave altogether.

You take a quick peek at him as Haechan settles on the edge of your bed. His touch is gentle when he reaches out to shake your shoulder.

“If you don’t take this now, you’re probably gonna regret it in the morning.” He rattles the bottle of aspirin he dug out of the bathroom cabinet. “Can you sit up for me, baby?”

Again, you take a peek at him, but this time Haechan catches you looking. He holds the pill bottle out to you, holding the water glass in the other hand. You sit up, uncaring as the sheets pool in your lap, leaving your bare breasts exposed. You take the bottle, shaking out the medicine into your palm, you toss it into your mouth and wash it down with a mouthful of water.

Haechan stares at you, and when you look at him he’s clearly trying very hard not to just stare down at your tits. His gaze is focused very intently on your chin even as he holds his hand out to accept the glass and the aspirin bottle from you.

“I better get going now.” He starts to stand up but you let a hand fall to his thigh. And even though you’re barely putting any weight into that hand on his thigh, Haechan doesn’t budge, as if your hand has him pinned down.

“Just stay. It’s not like we haven’t shared beds before, Lee Donghyuck.” You sink back down into the sheets, but you leave your hand on his thigh. “Besides, I need you here to be my alarm clock in the morning.”

He makes a low noise, like he’s annoyed or frustrated, and a moment later, he stands up.

Damn, you think, you’ve done it now.

Haechan sits the glass of water and the aspirin bottle down on your desk. You hear your bedroom door shut quietly. There’s the quiet shuffle of his footsteps growing closer instead of farther away, and then he groans softly as he lowers himself down to lie on the other half of your bed. On top of the covers.

Success.

You smile briefly to yourself.

You roll over onto your side, clutching your bedsheets around you as you turn your smile towards him. Haechan moves like he’s going to pat your head, but he lets his hand fall back to the sheets after a moment. He turns his head to look up at the ceiling, and digs his hand into the pocket of his pants to pull his phone out.

You watch him tap on it for a few seconds, setting an alarm for in the morning. He sits it aside on your bedside table, and then he shifts around to get comfortable.

“Goodnight,” you whisper, still facing him

“Mn, g’night.” Haechan rolls onto his other side, his back to you, and that’s the end of it.

In the morning your alarm clock refuses to snooze. Even when you smack him in the chest and whine for Haechan to shut up. He just keeps pestering you until you roll off the other side of your bed and slam onto the floor with a cry.

“We have to be at work in an hour. So you’d better hurry.” Haechan is already standing there completely unrumpled in the clothes he’d worn last night.

It’s only once you’re in the shower moments later that you have time to feel a little bit embarrassed about begging him to take you home, begging him to stay, and flashing your tits at him when you stripped naked to sleep. That embarrassment is also layered with disappointment because you’d gone out to get laid last night, and while you had brought a boy home (and it was the one that you definitely had wanted to bring home), nothing at all had come of it.

Although, the look on your roommate’s face when you walk out of your bedroom with Haechan trailing behind you is totally priceless.

Her eyes go incredibly wide, and she chokes on her morning coffee. “Well, shit,” she laughs after a moment, “You solved that problem, didn’t you?”

You ignore her, though Haechan does exchange a few words with her while you rummage through your fridge for a tiny bit of something to take with you, and you take your water bottle with you so you can chug it in the hopes of helping with the dull throbbing remnants of your hangover that the aspirin last night had not helped with. Haechan is still whispering with your roommate when you grab him by the arm and drag him to the door so you can leave.

The moment you step foot in the street outside of your apartment building, you ask him, “What were the two of you whispering about?”

“Just about you.” Haechan grins cheekily. “I asked what she meant about you solving a problem. I thought you were being funny when you said you were trying to get laid, but if I’d known how serious you were... Maybe I could have helped.”

The sharp glare you send his way says a lot without you having to say anything at all.

He laughs. “I know some guys I think would be good for you. Or girls, if you were looking for something different.”

Again, you glare at him.

He’s the only guy you want. And if he doesn’t want you, then you’re fucked. And not in a good way.

You’re fucked because it’s so difficult for you to find a guy that you do want to have sex with when you don’t already have that emotional connection; even when you’d had your fuckbuddy relationships with Xiaojun and with Renjun, that had worked out so well for you because you already had reached a certain level of friendship and familiarity with them. But you’ve always struggled with random hookups, though you’ve tried it a few times — like last night, for example. You’re just not into it; you require there to be a deeper level of familiarity for it to be truly enjoyable for you. None of your friends from university are around to fuck anymore. It’s become weird to hook-up with your coworkers.

And then there’s Haechan.

The one and only.

But this morning he just teases you and chats with you as you both walk the few blocks from your apartment to the Moon Corporation. He buys your coffee when you stop in your favorite coffee shop together. You like how it feels to walk down the sunny, bustling sidewalk of the city beside him, bathing in the sunlight that radiates from Haechan, as if he is the sun itself.

You part ways as soon as you reach work. Haechan gets swept away by Johnny, who wants to ask his opinion about something, and you have to go settle in at your desk.

It’s a Friday, which means most of your coworkers are going to take off early to start their weekends. It’s a Friday, which means that Taeil and his secretary are probably both leaving at lunch and won’t return until Monday morning. It’s the third Friday of the month, and that means that it’s officially been too many Fridays since you last had sex or even had the time to get yourself off. But, unlike your coworkers, you’re not able to take off early today.

You plow through your work, only pausing around lunchtime when Haechan and Ten come over to your desk. Haechan sits a large bottle of water down on your desk while Ten slides to you a variety of healthy snacks from the vending machine Taeil had installed in the break room. Ten perches himself on the edge of your desk, and Haechan rolls his chair over from his desk to sit beside you. As you finally tear your eyes away from your computer monitor, you realize the rest of the office is empty. Everyone else is gone.

“Drink.” Haechan’s words are a command, and you obey. You haven’t taken a break at all since you got here, and you never even finished the coffee he bought for you this morning on the way in. You probably need the hydration.

Ten watches closely as you pop the cap off the bottle, as you gulp the water down. He uses his fingertips to nudge the snacks closer to you as well.

“So what you’re gonna do,” Haechan says, “is drink this water, finish these snacks, and then sign off for the day.”

You’re in the middle of tearing open a pack of baked potato chips when he says that, and for an instant your heart pauses in your chest. “Why?” Have you done something wrong that they’re both telling you that you have to leave?

Ten says, “Because it’s a beautiful day, it’s a Friday, and Haechan and I want you to come hang out with us. But he said you haven’t eaten or taken a break to drink anything all day, and we need you hydrated to come have fun. So drink up, eat, and let’s go.”

The weather is unseasonably nice. Perfectly mild temperature, sunny. Of course everyone is out there taking advantage of it. It’s just one early Friday. Why should you all miss out on it if you don’t have to?

But you do.

“I just have to finish this. Mr. Moon is expecting me to have it finished so he and I can discuss it together Monday morning, first thing.” You halfway turn your attention back to the screen, but Ten snorts a laugh. You stare at him. “What?”

“Did Taeil tell you that? Or have you made that assumption?” He gestures at the empty desks in the office as he says, “Look around you. Everyone else is already gone for the weekend. Taeil’s gone too.” He reaches for your computer monitor, turning it so he can get a clear look at it, scanning quickly the work you have pulled up. “It looks like you’re nearly finished anyway. You have all the key bits done. At your meeting Monday morning with Taeil, just present him with everything you’ve got done now, and then summarize what you have left. He’ll just want to see the big picture and the progress you’ve made. So head out early, come have fun. You’ve been working yourself too hard, you’re too tense, and Haechan told me about your dilemma.”

Now you glare at the man right beside you. Haechan just grins, holding his hands up. “Hey, he asked about you. I was just telling the truth.”

The truth. That sparks something inside you. The reminder that you and Haechan still need to have your exchange of truths. And you can see from the way that his eyes light up and catch on yours, that he’s just remembered that too.

Ten slaps his hand down against your desk, then he pushes himself off of it and onto his feet. “Well, I’m leaving even if you aren’t. I’m supposed to meet Johnny and some of our friends later for drinks and, like, frisbee and stuff in the park, if you want to join.”

You do want to, but you also really want to finish this project up.

“I just want to finish this,” you repeat with a slight whine of reluctance in your voice. You can’t just leave early for the day knowing that you have time to finish this project and have it completely done for Monday morning.

Ten sighs and waves, sending Haechan a look.

You and Haechan both watch Ten leave, and then Haechan turns to you. He glances at your computer screen, to the windows showing the bright weather outside, and then back at you. “Just don’t stay here all day and night, okay? Promise me that you’ll give yourself the chance to finally relax.” And then he grins a little mischievously as he stands, and says, “Just like your roommate wants for you. You need an orgasm or something.”

Your face feels fiery hot. “Lee Donghyuck!” You shove at Haechan as he laughs.

He continues laughing as he returns to his desk to gather his things, and as he walks away. Before he steps into the elevator, he calls out one last time, “Eat your snacks and drink your water!” And then he’s gone.

You’re perfectly alone in the office. The lights and the aircon buzz quietly. You can hear traffic outside the windows down on the street below. The beverage cooler and the fridge in the break room occasionally make a bubbling noise or a whirring sound. But for the most part, it’s silent. You finish the snacks and the bottle of water. You return to your work, and as the hours tick by no one returns, which you shouldn’t be too surprised by that, though occasionally you do look up to scan the office, to see if anyone is around.

But no. It’s still only you.

All the desks are empty, Mr. Moon’s office door is shut tight. There’s no sign of anyone coming back at all, because the secretary’s desk just a few feet from yours has everything completely cleared off of it for the weekend. All you can see is the large potted plant sitting opposite her desk beside Mr. Moon’s door. Its shiny green leaves wave slightly in the breeze coming from the air vent overhead.

You turn back to your work, turning your focus back on, and the next time you look up — eyes dry and blurry, back and wrists aching from sitting in one position for so long — you realize that the bright sunny day has faded into dusk outside.

You’re so close to being finished, you can’t leave yet, but also you desperately need a break. A little relaxation break. And relaxation… You’re reminded of Haechan’s teasing words earlier, telling you that you need an orgasm to properly relax.

It’s been a while since you had one. With all the stress of work, keeping you so busy that you just collapse into bed as soon as you’re home, you haven’t even touched yourself lately. You definitely haven’t had a taste of your beloved exhibition kink.

But right now… No one is around.

As far as you’re aware, there aren’t any security cameras in the office. Only in the stairwell and on the elevators.

Your body thrills, a wave of heat rushing down to your core as you consider the option of taking a break from your work to masturbate right here at your desk. The exhibitionism of it ignites you, and you don’t waste another moment before reaching down and shuffling around in your seat to wiggle your pants down your legs.

It’s been too long now since you’ve last done something like this, and the excitement courses through you.

Your pants pool around your ankles, leaving you exposed beneath the bright fluorescent lights.

You close your eyes, lean back in your seat, and slide a hand down to cup the warmth between your thighs. From there, your body just takes over, driven on towards the sole destination of pleasure. A fantasy paints itself across the backs of your eyelids — sitting here on a normal day, the desks around you are occupied, and you’re wearing a skirt with no panties on, touching yourself beneath the desk. Your present reality is fun and exciting, but the scenario your mind conjures is all the more arousing. If you could cum at your desk during work hours without anyone noticing….

As you think that, fantasy-Haechan turns to look at you, his lips tilted in a smirk. He starts a conversation with you, and your fingers are tracing circles on your clit, your breath coming out only ever-so-slightly unsteady. Not enough that anyone would be able to notice. He turns back around, and you sink in your chair just a little more, lower your fingers down to your wet entrance — and you do the same in reality, slipping your fingers down through the slick that clings to your pussy, and you plunge a finger inside yourself, spreading your thighs wider in your seat. You moan aloud and bite your bottom lip, feeling heat flush through you, rising up your chest.

In your fantasy, you stay quiet. You fuck yourself on your fingers beneath the desk, your inner thighs and the back of your skirt grow damp with your leaking arousal.

The fantasy changes. Now Haechan stands right beside your desk, one hand on the back of your chair while the other clicks on your computer mouse. You’re pressed fully against your desk, two of your fingers thrusting inside yourself, thumb at your clit, and Haechan is perfectly oblivious even as his scent wraps around you. And then his lips brush your cheek, his voice low and meant just for you, his breath tickling your skin as he says, “Naughty girl. At work? And what if someone else caught you?” His hand on the back of your chair slides around to fondle your chest.

In reality, you moan again, arching your chest into the hand you’ve just placed over your right tit, palming yourself over your shirt. The two fingers inside you stroke at your inner walls, thumb making fast circles on your clit. And you just keep your imagination moving you forward — imagining as Haechan pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers, as his other hand leaves the computer mouse to vanish beneath your desk, beneath your skirt, brushing your hand aside to fill you with his fingers instead.

God, you’ve dreamt of his hands many times before. You’ve spent years now studying his hands while he performs a variety of tasks, and many, many, many times you’ve wished to feel his fingers touching you just like this, two fingers curling inside you to stroke right over the spot that makes your belly swoop and your hips jolt to take him deeper to have him give you more.

Your fingers move just like that as you squirm in your desk chair, glad there’s no one actually around to witness how you slump in your seat and spread your legs over the arm, turned fully out from beneath your desk to enable you to fuck yourself deeper with your fingers.

Again, the fantasy shifts repeatedly as your imagination tries to settle on just one scenario. Haechan having you spread out on the table in the breakroom. Yuta tempting you into Taeil’s office to fuck you on his desk, while Haechan lurks outside the door to watch like the pervert you know he is. Haechan standing outside a different doorway, watching as you ride your own fingers to orgasm in a bed that belongs to neither of you.

And then a flash of last night, extended and greatly embellished: Haechan sitting aside a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin to instead put his hands on your tits, to push you back in your bed, to kiss you breathless as he smoothly fits his body against yours. You can imagine it as clearly right now as if it had actually happened — his body pressing your thighs apart, your legs hitched over his shoulders as he drives himself against you, his lips warm and teeth sharp as your mouths meet in a clash of passion, bodies colliding in your bed.

This is the fantasy that sticks with you, the one that carries you. Your palm grinds against your clit, three fingers thrusting inside with your legs draped over the arms of your chair making it so much easier for your fingers to hit deeper and more acutely against the spot that makes your belly grow warmer and tighter and your extremities tingle in the most delightful way.

You’re moaning and gasping, not quiet in the slightest as your orgasm approaches and crests — your thighs quiver and your chest arches away from the back of your seat — and the wave of sweet, sweet relaxing pleasure crashes against you, washing through you. The aftershocks of your orgasm as you keep moving your fingers make you feel like the ground is being swept out from under you, like you’re being sucked back out into the sea of arousal, like you could go yet another round.

Your phone buzzes on the desk.

Still catching your breath, your skin tingling with pleasure, you reach over to check the message notification.

From Haechan, asking, “Are you still at work?”

You freeze, staring at your phone in one hand while your other hand is still buried three fingers deep in your pussy.

Another message from him: “Just go home.”

You tell yourself that there’s no way that he could actually know you’re still here. He’s probably just guessing since he knows that you stay late way too often.

Your thighs ache slightly as you let your feet fall back to the floor, as you reach down and shimmy your pants back up. You clean your fingers off with a tissue, tossing the dirty tissue in the small trash bin beside your desk. You have to wake your computer up since it slipped into sleep mode while you were taking your relaxation break, and as you stare at the screen with your project pulled up on it, you realize that it’s finished. Well, a couple tiny more touches that take less than ten minutes, and it’s done.

You hit save. Email a copy of the work to yourself, and save it additionally on a flashdrive.

Haechan’s last message is still displayed on your phone’s lockscreen when you pick up your phone to leave.

“Just go home,” it says.

You carefully type out your reply to him as you leave the office, shutting the lights off on your way to the elevator. “I told you I wanted to finish up before going home.”

You’re in the elevator on your way down to the ground floor when his reply comes in: “Did you finish?”

Your body echoes with the pulse of your orgasm. Your pussy is still damp against your panties. You did more than just simply finish the project, you think to yourself with a small smirk. You finished yourself off and the project as well. “I did,” you send back to him.

A moment later, Haechan’s message bubble appears with, “Good girl.”

It’s a wonderful, temperate Friday night. For the first time in weeks, you don’t have a reason to go into the office tomorrow on Saturday. You could go out again tonight, get drunk again, do your best to forget your hang-ups about having sex without the emotional connection. You could go get properly fucked and heighten the high feeling that’s still carrying you from your orgasm less than twenty minutes ago. You could do anything tonight other than just go home.

So you won’t go home; you know exactly where you’re going instead.

You’re already halfway to Haechan and YangYang’s apartment when you decide to make sure Haechan is even at home. But he doesn’t answer your call or text before you’re already there, standing outside the door, tapping your knuckles against it with the hope that you’re not knocking on the door to an empty apartment.

“Yeah! Just a second!” A muffled voice from behind the apartment door. You lean against the wall opposite the door and wait. There’s a crash, muffled cursing. What could possibly be happening in there?

You hear the sound of the lock being undone, and then the door to the apartment is thrown open.

Haechan stands there. His hair is ruffled. He’s wearing an oversized shirt, the neckline of the shirt is stretched to the side to expose most of his left shoulder and collarbone. A pair of cutoff sweatpants hug his thighs, his feet are bare, and his toes curl a little against the cool floor.

“Hey.” He smiles crookedly as he leans in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting something?” You ask, because taking in his whole appearance makes you wonder if maybe he’s got someone over. The ruffled hair and rumpled look of his outfit, the way he’d not answered your message and made you wait for him to come open the door. And the way that he now nervously glances back over his shoulder. “I can leave.”

Haechan swallows, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob. He shakes his head, stepping aside, and he holds the door open wide. “No, I’m not doing anything. Come in. What, um, what brings you by? I thought you would go home.”

You walk into the apartment. The lights are all off out here in the main area of the apartment, but the lights in his bedroom are dimly shining through the door left ajar. You can just barely see the screen of his computer sitting on the desk in there – the screen illuminated, although you can’t make out exactly what is playing on the desktop.

Haechan shuts the apartment door behind him. He walks around you, messing with his hair as he does.

You look at him. He looks away to his bedroom, taking a step back towards the doorway.

“Why’d you come by?” He asks again.

“I remembered something earlier,” you tell him.

Haechan cocks his head slightly, studying you while you study him. As much as you’re trying to look him in the face, your gaze keeps dropping to the golden tone of his exposed collarbone and his shoulder, the bare curve of his bicep beneath the edge of his sleeve – your mind struggles to stay on task instead of straying to thoughts of tracing the line of his collarbone with your tongue, pressing your lips right there to the curve where his shoulder meets his neck, biting his biceps or his thighs just to hear him moan, staining his skin with hickeys.

Haechan clears his throat.

“You promised me we would trade truths and secrets. I’m here to cash in on that.” You fold your arms across your chest. “You mentioned something about truth earlier today, and it just made me remember.”

Again, Haechan studies you. His bottom lip curls beneath his front teeth, and he nibbles almost absentmindedly. His fingers twitch at his side, playing a nervous pattern against his thigh. And then: “Okay. But give me a minute. Sit down,” he says, waving over at the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”

He disappears back into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

The first thing you do is toe off your shoes, drop your bag beside the door. You shrug out of your jacket, leaving that draped over your bag. You help yourself to a drink from the fridge, just one of the dozen energy drinks that he and YangYang keep stocked, and then you go take a seat on the sofa.

You bring your feet up, curling them beneath you. You consider turning on the light or maybe the TV, but you decide that if you’re about to share secrets, maybe it will be a lot more comfortable to do it in the dark.

When Haechan re-emerges from his bedroom, he leaves the door cracked open again. The dim glow of his light spills out slightly into the rest of the apartment.

His hair looks a little less messy. His shirt is pulled back into place on his shoulders. He’s put on a pair of glasses which make him look softer somehow. He walks barefooted into the kitchen, grabs two beers, and as he walks back over to join you on the sofa he freezes, looking at the can already in your hand.

“Sorry,” you apologize with a little smile.

He shakes his head. “It’s fine. An extra drink to share.” He sits the spare beer down on the coffee table in what little free space is left as the rest of the table is covered in the typical clutter of a male twenty-something’s apartment. He sinks comfortably down onto the sofa with you, bringing one knee up against his chest, he crosses one ankle over the other when he brings his other knee up to bend on the cushion, just barely touching his knee against yours.

“How is this gonna work?” He asks. “I tell a truth, then you? Back and forth, one question at a time?”

“How about we just start with you telling me how you know so certainly that our boss and his secretary are fucking?” You press your knee a little harder against his.

The light in the room is dim, and the heaviness of the shadows allows for some small bit of secrecy to remain even as you begin to share these secrets.

Haechan sighs. “I caught them.”

Silence.

You hear the sounds of footsteps upstairs. Sounds of traffic on the street below. The slow sound of carbonation bubbles popping in the can in your hand.

Again, you nudge his knee with yours. “Care to elaborate?”

You’re facing each other on the sofa, and when Haechan props an arm up on the back of the sofa, hiding his face behind his hand, you laugh and reach for his arm. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, dragging his hand down, sliding both of your hands up to clasp his. “Tell me.”

Haechan sighs.

“Everyone’s been saying it since we started, y’know. Like, I think that one of the first conversations I had with Yuta was about how Mr. Moon was probably secretly fucking his secretary. But no one had any proof except that they spend a lot of time together. But so do we and it’s not like…” He trails off and then switches what he was going to say, “At the company retreat thing, when we were camping. The night that we were all drinking, I woke up when it was so late that it was early morning, and I was gonna go just take a piss then go back to sleep, but instead I caught Mr. Moon and his secretary kissing and feeling each other up at one of the tables in the guesthouse.”

Again, silence falls.

“And?” You squeeze his hand. He’s so close to saying what you want him to say.

“And that’s it.” His hand suddenly twists in yours so that now he’s the one squeezing your hand. “Your turn. Tell me something that will surprise me.”

You frown. No part of what he just said is enough to compensate you for your secrets. You keep your lips sealed, and your eyes remain locked on Haechan’s in a staring contest to see which of you will break first.

You win.

Haechan sighs, releasing your hand as he drops his head against his arm resting on the back of the sofa. “Fine. There is more. There was one day after that that I had a meeting with Mr. Moon in his office, and I’m almost completely positive that she was beneath his desk.”

Now that. That piques your interest.

“What?” You lean a little closer. “Why do you think that?”

Haechan looks you over quickly, noting the excitement in your body language. His lips start to form a smile, and then he dives into the story. “For one thing, she wasn’t at her desk. He was acting a little weird the entire meeting, like blushing a bit and there was just something off about him. He wasn’t nearly as collected and relaxed as he normally is. And there was a point where he claimed that knee pain caused him to kick beneath the desk.” Haechan rolls his eyes at that, his lips definitely curling into a smile now at the memory. “But a minute after that I definitely saw a woman’s fingers peeking out from beneath the desk. She was down there. I’m almost certain.”

Your heart flutters in your chest just to think of it. Kneeling beneath the desk to give a secret blowjob during a meeting. It speaks exactly to your desires.

“So, yeah, that’s why I’m so certain about their secret relationship being real.” Haechan turns his head to take a drink of his beer. “Your turn?”

“Do you remember the night we agreed to trade secrets?” You take a sip of your drink. “You said your secrets would make me look at you differently. What part of that secret should make me look at you differently?”

Haechan holds your gaze for a moment before he looks down at his hands around the beer can now resting on his thigh. “You’re really digging, you know that? I think you should owe me two secrets now.”

You smile, your lips curving against the edge of your can. “I’m only digging because I haven’t found what I’m looking for yet.”

That lights something in Haechan’s eyes. “And what are you looking for?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Something dirty.”

Haechan laughs, his head tilted back, the sound loud and thrown up to the ceiling. You’re still watching him when he brings his face around to look at you. “You want a dirty secret? Okay, but you definitely owe me one in return. Something to tarnish your little angel image. Okay?” You nod, knowing that you have plenty to supply him with. “Mm’kay, so something dirty if you dig just a little deeper into what I just told you, right? Well, you know Taeil’s secretary is, like, really hot?”

You nod. She’s gorgeous, and there’s no denying it.

Haechan nods as well. “Well, after that meeting where I figured out that she was beneath his desk, I snuck off to the bathroom and jerked off on the toilet thinking about her beneath his desk. That dirty enough for you?”

Warmth flutters down to your belly. You wonder why he didn’t mention the time at the guesthouse, jerking off in the bushes as he peeped in through the window at the couple making out inside. Maybe he’s worried that would make him seem too much of a creep.

“Your turn now. No more stalling.” Now he nudges your knee with his. “Tell me a dirty secret, angel.”

Fine. He gave you a dirty little secret, though it was barely an admission of his voyeurism, which is what you’re really looking for. He kept up his end, so you’ll give him a little taste of a secret too. You pause to riffle through your memories. What should you tell him about? What can you tell him about yourself that will get him to tell you what you really want to hear?

And then you get it.

You’ll go back to the beginning, to the night when you first noticed him being a watcher.

“I caught someone once,” you announce.

Haechan’s eyebrows lift in surprise.

“A little over a year ago, I think it’s been.” You tap your fingers on the side of the can in your hands. “When we all went camping together the semester before we graduated, remember?”

That light in Haechan’s eyes glows a little brighter. Of course he remembers. He probably knows exactly what moment you’re about to tell him about, though he doesn’t know that you know he was witness to it as well.

“Well, when I went up to bed, Shotaro and his girlfriend were still down in the hot tub.” You pause, drawing the story out so you can watch the shift in Haechan’s veiled expression. “The window in that room overlooked the hot tub, and this was a while before you came up, but when I looked outside the window, I saw them. Right there in the hot tub we’d all been in just minutes before, she was all tangled up with him.”

“Did you watch?” Haechan asks, the words racing off his tongue excitedly.

The instant the words are out, he looks like he wishes he could suck them back in.

You take this as your chance. Without really giving him an answer, you instead pose the question, “Would you have watched?”

He bites his tongue and doesn’t answer you, but even if you hadn’t already known the truth, you can read it in the soft darkness of his eyes as they touch on yours. There is an admission in those eyes, though he doesn’t form it into words. You won’t make him say it, not right now.

You shrug. “I didn’t really watch. Just for a moment. But seeing them did get me thinking about it, and I maybe had a similar reaction to you figuring out that Taeil’s secretary was beneath his desk.” Heat rises into your cheeks as you admit your first real truth of the night, telling him, “I got myself off thinking about what was going on down there while I lay in that bed, just imagining….”

His hand jerks, the aluminum of the can in his hand crunches a tiny bit. “What?”

You duck your head to look down at your lap for a second before flicking your gaze up to look at him demurely through your eyelashes, playing innocent. “I couldn’t help myself.” You don’t explain what you’d been imagining because he doesn’t need to know that you’d been thinking of him; you’d been breathing in that scent that was so distinctly Haechan clinging to the pillow you’d laid your head on. He doesn’t need to know that.

He shifts around, rearranging his legs until he’s got his back against the arm of the sofa, both of his knees drawn up to his chest, and his arms are wrapped around his legs while he stares at you, waiting to hear more.

You lower your gaze again, fiddling with the metal tab on the top of the can you hold. “I’d pretty much just finished when you came into the room. Scared me half to death.”

You can hear the sharp intake of his breath. You wonder if he remembers that part of the night.

“That was my bed,” Haechan says aloud, more to himself than to you. “My side of the bed. My actual pillow I brought with me.”

That makes your heart do a tumble in your chest. No wonder it had smelled so much like him. But then you’d gone and cleaned your pussy-slick fingers off on the pillowcase. Had he smelled you there the next night when he fell into bed. Had his nose found the spot that smelled just like you?

“Is it my turn?” Haechan’s voice takes on a slightly hoarse tone.

You lift your gaze to his, and you nod.

He starts out confidently, a bold look on his face as he shares, “I caught a couple at the restaurant where I worked during school. One of the private booths in the back. The guy’s like a celebrity, and his girlfriend or whatever was beautiful, and they were just back there with the curtains on their private booth pretty much closed. I heard him mention me, about how would it make her feel if I caught them.”

Heat sparks between your legs.

“They didn’t know I saw, that I heard.” Haechan fiddles with the tab on his can until it pops free in his fingers. He drops it into the can, the metal pinging against the inside of the empty can. He sits it aside on the coffee table. “Just like YangYang didn’t know that I caught him and the girl he was seeing when we moved in here together. Multiple times. They weren’t sneaky or quiet about it.” Now, left with nothing in his hands, Haechan twists his fingers together in front of his knees, which he stares at and so do you. “And, uh, just for the sake of clarity, when I say I caught them, I mean I watched.”

Ah.

There it is.

The heat grows inside you.

“You watched?” You lean forward a little. “On purpose?”

Haechan nods, flicking a quick look up at your face. Whatever he sees there must invite him to not look away again, because he holds your gaze. And then he breathes out the quiet admission, “I like to watch.”

And I like to be watched, you almost tell him. The words are right there on the tip of your tongue. But you hold yourself back.

“My turn?” You sink back a little. “Do you remember when you started calling me angel?”

“Halloween,” Haechan answers, his voice tight. You think there might still be a hint of embarrassment evident on his face, like he’s still worried what you might think of him after his admission of liking to watch. But you’re still here. He’s not scaring you away with that. Besides, in the dim light of the apartment, you can’t even tell if you’re properly reading his face. “You were dressed like an angel, and I told you that it’s perfect for you.”

“Because I’m so innocent,” you fill in the rest for him, then ask, “I’ve told you I could tell you some things that might change your mind about that, right? You told me back then that you’d never heard a wild story about me, nothing out of the ordinary, but just minutes before you found me, I was trying to convince Xiaojun to have sex right there beside the building. Out there in the open, but he wouldn’t do it, so I had to take care of it myself. You almost caught me then too, but instead you teased me about being a perfectly innocent angel, as if perfectly good girls spend their Halloween nights fingering themselves against a school building’s wall when anyone could come around the corner at any moment.”

Now, as you watch, Haechan’s throat bobs. His fingers tighten. “I was too busy that night hoping to find that friend of Mark’s. She was off trying to fuck a professor in his office, and I wanted to see.”

She was? Good for her.

“I went commando for about half of our last semester, trying to see what I could get away with,” you confess without waiting for confirmation that it’s your turn for a secret.

“Fuck,” Haechan curses quietly, and his gaze dips down to your lap now although you’re wearing pants and not a dress. “I do remember you wearing a lot of skirts and dresses that spring. I remember Renjun being really interested in how much thigh you were showing.”

Another wave of heat courses through you. You remember Renjun enjoying the dresses and skirts too, but before him had been a few random strangers. At the time, you’d not been able to pinpoint why you didn’t enjoy those experiences as much, but that had been before you really realized your need for emotional attachment.

“I don’t think it was my thighs that had him so captivated.” You laugh. “But I used the no-panties and short skirt combo to get a guy to eat me out in the library one afternoon. It was a little before midterms, probably. A sleepy kind of afternoon, and I was…” You glance over at Haechan, and for the first time you feel genuinely shy about what you’re about to tell him. Should you give him details? Is that too much?

Judging by the look he’s giving you, he wants to hear all about it. You wonder if hearing about it is second best to having witnessed it himself. Voyeurism in the second-hand.

You clear your throat and try again. “I was sitting at that table in the back corner on the second floor, the one where we all used to study. This guy was sitting at the table opposite mine, facing me. The sun was pouring through the windows beside us, and it was so warm that day even though I was just wearing a sundress.” You squeeze your legs together at the memory.

It had been so hot. The air conditioner in the library couldn’t combat the heat of the direct sunlight, but you weren’t about to give up your seat. It was in the perfect private corner of the library, quiet and peaceful and comfortable. But you were sweating. You could feel the sweat gathering beneath your thighs and the plastic surface of the chair. A couple beads of sweat dampened your chest, and you’d brushed your fingers down between your tits in an effort to wipe the sweat away.

When you’d looked up, the guy across from you had been staring. And when he was staring, your nipples had instantly drawn into peaks, called forward under his attention. Of course, you weren’t wearing a bra, and your dress was thin, so it felt obvious as they pressed against the fabric. You’d moved your legs beneath the table, and the motion drew his attention, and your exhibitionist side took over as you spread your legs, fingers dipping down to hike the hem of your dress up a little higher to give him a better look.

“And soon he was beneath the table, on his knees, eating me out like we weren’t in broad daylight in the library.” You sigh at the memory, forgetting for an instant where you are. For once, you forget about Haechan, just remembering the guy’s soft hair between your fingers, his soft lips and callused fingers. You remember his hand sneaking up from beneath the table to tug down the neckline of your dress until he could get his hand on your boobs.

“A librarian rolled through while he was down there,” you confess to Haechan. “She didn’t even glance our way, but if she had, she’d have gotten an eyeful.”

Haechan has got his bottom lip caught beneath his front teeth again, nibbling at it while he looks at you. You don’t think he’s really looking at you, more that he’s zoned out while looking in your direction. What is he thinking about?

You stretch out a foot, pressing your toes against his shin. “Lee Donghyuck, are you even listening?”

He blinks, releasing his bottom lip. “I’m listening. I’m… comprehending.”

“I told you I could tell you some secrets about me that would change the way you see me. Have I succeeded?” You ask, and Haechan nods in confirmation.

You stand up, planning to just go throw your empty can and his away. Haechan lurches forward, grabbing your wrist as if to tell you not to leave, but you just laugh and shake his hand off. “I’m going to throw these away. I’m not leaving.”

You pick up his empty beer, and as you walk away, you feel his attention following you. But when you turn around to walk back, Haechan is on his phone, sitting now with his legs folded criss-cross in front of him. He doesn’t look up again until you’re sitting right in front of him again.

He blinks, placing his phone down on the seat cushion. “My turn?”

You nod.

Haechan sighs before he speaks next, and you can hear there are many emotions contained in that long breath he releases. “I was worried you were going to be disgusted by me,” he says, “Hearing about me watching people and finding… sexual gratification from it. But from what you’re saying, you wouldn’t mind the idea of being looked at. So can I tell you something kinda big?”

The nod you give him isn’t enough. Haechan waits to hear you say, “You can tell me.”

“I tried for so long to deny that I’m into this.” He stares down at his folded legs. “I tried to think of myself as not a creep because I only watched people when I stumbled upon them. But then I bought a four-pack of cameras.” He darts a look at you, but you keep your face neutral, wanting to hear what he has to say. “I felt gross when I bought the cameras, when I snuck them into their hiding spots. I know it’s wrong, but I was just going to watch. Not share it with anyone. Not do anything maliciously.”

The way he’s avoiding your eyes right now is a curious thing. Almost like he’s ashamed. Where did he put them?

“Where did you put them, Haechan?” You ask, leaning forward. And when he still won’t look at you, when he still doesn’t provide an answer, you put a hand beneath his chin. “Just tell me.”

His eyes cut to yours quickly, his chin lifting so he’s staring you fully in the face as he says, “Two at the office because, like I said earlier, Mr. Moon’s secretary is hot, and although I didn’t have any idea that there was anything going on between them then, it has since paid off.”

You want him to elaborate on that, but it can wait.

In a quieter tone, Haechan admits, “I put one in YangYang’s room. Giving me a visual to all the times I could hear him and whoever he brought home through the wall.”

God, you like the mental image that gives you. Haechan with one hand fisting his cock while the other holds his phone so he can watch what he’s hearing.

If your count is correct, that leaves one camera that he’d placed somewhere.

“And the last one?” A wave of goosebumps rolls over you, prickling your skin. Some part of you is hoping for him to say that he somehow snuck it into your apartment. You want to hear him say that he somehow placed it in secret in your bedroom, so he’s seen your body fresh from the shower, the nights that you touched yourself, the nights that you moaned his name while you came on your fingers or on a toy. Your body tenses in anticipation of his answer.

“The last one is in Renjun’s room.”

Your heart sinks. Renjun’s room? Why the hell would he put it in Renjun’s bedroom?

Haechan licks his lips nervously. “I didn’t get much on there except him and Jaehyun snuggling together, some clips of them having sex, which were honestly kinda hot.” There’s a tickle of jealousy in your chest; all the times Jaehyun got to watch you with Renjun, but you’ve never gotten to see the two of them together. Haechan continues, “I knew about them before he introduced us all to him a few weeks ago, but that’s also because I found the pictures and videos of them in Renjun’s phone while we were in Thailand.”

Your heart stutters. It possibly stops beating for a second.

“You went through Renjun’s phone?”

You’d known that, but it’s different actually hearing it from Haechan. Some part of you had believed all this time that Renjun had been exaggerating, just dramatic about Haechan possibly having gone through his photos that day.

An erratic laugh escapes from Haechan. “Of all the things I’ve told you tonight, that’s the first thing I’ve said that makes you sound… surprised, or just the first big reaction.”

He laughs again, but your heart is racing in your chest. You don’t really care that he went through Renjun’s phone. It’s not the fact that he went through it that bothers you. It’s what he might have seen. Sure, he saw the pictures and videos of Renjun and Jaehyun. But if he saw those….

“What else did you see in his phone?” You ask, and you find yourself drawing even closer to Haechan until your legs are folded criss-cross in front of you, knees and feet touching his.

Haechan’s lips are still curved into a smile as he lightheartedly says, “Our Renjunnie keeps quite the collection in his phone. I always figured he was a more vanilla type too, but he had all these pictures and videos of him and Jaehyun doing all sorts of sexy stuff. And there were clips of Renjun and a girl too, so I thought for a little while, since they were mixed in with him and Jaehyun, that maybe they were in a thrupple type of situation, but I never saw any of Jaehyun and the girl.” He shrugs. “I didn’t know Jaehyun at the time, and although I’ve been sexually attracted to some of our friends, it was never really Renjun,” he babbles, seemingly unaware of the way you’re staring at him in a daze. “But I found his phone by the pool while we were in Thailand, and he doesn’t have any password protection. I swear, I didn’t mean to look through his phone really, but when I found the pictures… something took me over. And they were pretty hot, so I may have sent a few of them to myself.”

Again, your heart ceases to beat for a moment.

Haechan continues on, obliviously saying, “There was this video of him riding a dildo, one of him giving a blowjob to a man that I assume was Jaehyun. Like, I don’t know if you’ve noticed over the years, but I don’t necessarily discriminate between genders when it comes to sex. So I enjoyed quite a few of Renjun’s sexy videos with Jaehyun. But there was this one video in particular. Damn, like this one was of Renjun and a girl riding him in a car.” He whistles. “That one is one of my favorites.”

You’re going to die.

You might actually fucking pass out.

He’s talking about you. You’re the girl in the videos. You’re the girl in all of those videos, and you know that there’s no chance of it being any other girl because Renjun had specifically told you at one point that he’d never filmed a sextape of any sort before he was with Jaehyun, and you were the only girl he’d been with between the start of his relationship with Jaehyun and the time in Thailand when Haechan obtained the videos. And you know exactly the video of you and Renjun in the car that he’s talking about.

You’re going to throw up.

Haechan has seen you naked. He’s seen you fucking Renjun. He’s seen your ass, your pussy, and you know for a fact he’s seen your tits because you just showed them to him last night in your intoxicated state.

Haechan has watched you having sex with Renjun, and he’s just told you that that video is one of his favorites.

You flop backwards on the sofa, shoulders hitting the cushion, your head smacking painfully against the TV remote you hadn’t realized was behind you.

“Shit,” Haechan leans over you, reaching to cradle your head as you reach for it too. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. I’m fine.” You brush his hands away. “I just wanted to lie down.”

Haechan sits back into his previous position. “It’s your turn, by the way.”

You stare up at the ceiling. What else can you say?

When you stay silent, Haechan leans forward again, tipping onto his knees and placing his hands on either side of you as he leans up to check on you. “Are you sure you’re not concussed or something? Talk to me.”

Okay. This is a night of secret-sharing and truth-telling, right? You’ll give him something big.

“I knew about Renjun and Jaehyun too.” You tell Haechan, “He told me about Jaehyun after the night I gave Renjun a handjob under the blanket while we watched a movie at the house with everyone there. You were there.” You tentatively meet Haechan’s curious gaze. “You were studying in the kitchen with Jeno, I remember, and I was cumming on Renjun’s fingers.”

Haechan shivers or twitches. “What?”

You take a breath, then say, “We were watching a movie, I was horny, and Renjun just wanted me to stop moving around so much. Like I said earlier, I skipped panties a lot during our last semester, so it was really easy for him to just…. No one even noticed. Not even YangYang where he was sitting right beside me. And I decided, since Renjun was helping me out, I would reciprocate. I really don’t know how no one noticed.”

Haechan’s eyes look a little hazy as he looks down at you. “That’s dirty. In front of all of our friends? Is that when…?”

You’re not exactly sure what question he was trying to ask because he never finishes. Haechan just lets his words trail off, so you pick your story back up. “A little while later, like a couple weeks later, Renjun told me that that night was a mistake, a lapse in judgment because he was in a non-exclusive but hoping to soon be exclusive thing with Jaehyun. I think I was one of the first ones of our friends that he came out to as bi.”

Haechan laughs a little, his face still hovering above yours as he says, “I didn’t even know Renjun was into guys until I found the pictures and videos. Which, really, do you know how many of our friends kept it a secret that they were not straight? Too many.”

Yeah. Renjun, Winter and Karina which shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was when they finally made it official through Instagram a couple months ago. Jeno and Jaemin, which you’d had a feeling about them for years, and although to this day they still haven’t actually put a label on it, everyone knows now that they’re in some sort of a relationship that is both romantic and sexual in nature.

“Jeno and Jaemin,” Haechan heaves out a low breath. “That surprised me. Not for too long, though, because like right after I found out about them I watched them have sex, but in that first sixty seconds, I was very surprised that I’d been so blind.”

You stare up at him. “How many of our friends have you watched have sex?”

Haechan shrinks away, returning to his spot sitting with his back against the arm of the couch, knees folded up against his chest. You lift yourself onto your elbows to look at him as he rubs his chin in thought, looking very retrospective.

“Do you want, like, a total number? Or just ballpark?”

You kick your foot out lightly. “Haechan?!”

He grabs your ankle. “Uh, so, Jeno and Jaemin knew I was watching. Jeno asked me to film them, and they made fun of me for taking too long to cum while I was jerking off watching them. Mark and his girlfriend, while we were in Thailand, I walked into the kitchen while he was eating her out, and she wouldn’t let him stop. Shotaro and his girlfriend, uh, that night in the hot tub.”

He looks nervously at you, as if he’s expecting you to display some shock at discovering that he also was watching them that night. You don’t put on a look of surprise because you’re not surprised, but Haechan still goes on to explain himself.

“I was down there on the deck, like I was gonna go get in the hot tub again. I didn’t know they were still in there until I popped around the corner and they were just… there. I shouldn’t have stayed to watch, but I did.” He ruffles a hand through his hair and then pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “At some point, I’m not sure when, they noticed I was there. I honestly think they put on a little bit of a show for me just to prove a point since I was, uh, clearly a jealous prick that night.”

“Yeah, you were. Like, we all knew that you had a crush on her, but you took it a bit too far that night when you were making fun of Shotaro.”

Haechan ducks his head. “Yeah, I know. Renjun lectured me about it, and I know I was a dick.” He sighs, “And, for the record, I didn’t have a crush on her. There weren’t romantic feelings involved.”

“Oh, so you just wanted to fuck her? Y’know, you were kinda a slut, Haechan,” you tease him, “I remember hearing all of these stories about you sleeping around with like half of the girls in our dorm building.”

He doesn’t disagree, just nodding. “Well, what can I say? I was growing into being the pervert I am today. And I didn’t even have sex with all of those girls that told stories about me. Some of them I just hung out with; some I didn’t go further than a bit of making out. I… Sometimes I felt kinda empty and overwhelmed, and sex was a good outlet for that. Then, later, it turned out that I just enjoyed watching.”

You shift around, rotating yourself on the sofa until you’re laying on your belly, facing Haechan now. You prop your chin up on your hands, you turn the conversation back to Shotaro and his girlfriend in the hot tub. “So, if you were watching them that night – and knowing that you have a penchant for touching yourself while you practice your voyeurism – did you do it that night? Jerk off while watching them?”

Haechan peers at you from over his knees. “Yeah. Why?”

You wobble your head from side to side, making a noncommittal sound. “No reason.”

The two of you were masturbating at the same time that night, so close to each other, due to the same reason. Your fantasies of that night hadn’t been too far off.

“And who else?” You ask. “Jeno, Jaemin, Mark, Shotaro, their girlfriends. Who else have you watched?”

Haechan parts his knees so he can see you better, and you look up at his face framed between the V of his legs. He has the slightest furrow between his eyebrows, an intense look in his eyes as if he’s trying to decide what to tell you next.

“Our Thailand trip was… very enjoyable in terms of me wanting to watch people,” Haechan admits. “Like I said, that was when I saw the videos in Renjun’s phone. That’s when I saw Mark and his girlfriend in the kitchen. I stumbled upon Shotaro and his girlfriend. Jeno and Jaemin canoodling. Saw Xiaojun on the beach with a local girl. YangYang kept jerking off in the other bed in our room or bringing people back from the beach or from in town.” His voice trails off, and his gaze rises to the ceiling, staring up there for a moment.

He pretty much saw everyone on the trip fucking around. You’re not too surprised. Something about that trip had made everyone very horny; the tension had been incredible, and if you hadn’t had Renjun to blow steam off with, you would’ve been a wreck.

Haechan lets out a breath, and he drops his chin, his eyes find yours again.

“I saw Renjun,” his voice is a whisper. “In the outdoor shower, getting a blowjob from a girl.”

You, again. Your heart begins to race a little.

That had been you.

“And that last day.” Haechan’s voice drops even lower. He licks his lips, eyes locked on yours. “Everyone was fucking like bunnies. You’d have thought that time was running out. I didn’t mean to walk in on it, alright? Half the time, these moments just happened, and I was there at the right time.” His voice slows, the pauses between his words dramatic as you’re hanging onto each syllable that leaves Haechan’s lips. “The right time to watch. Or to listen. I was there to… silently observe. Like when I noticed that the braided bracelet you were wearing was exactly the same as the one the girl blowing Renjun in the outdoor shower had been wearing.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. He knew it was you? When?

“I should’ve noticed earlier, really. But I didn’t realize until, like, the last minute of the trip. It was too damn hot in that house, y’know. Hard to sleep at night,” he says.

Your heart thuds again. Heat rising in your cheeks, sinking to your core. You remember. The heat had been thick, laying over your skin and suffocating you in your sleep. You’d stripped down to basically nothing, kicked off the thin blanket. The night had only grown hotter once Renjun had put his hands on you, once he teased an orgasm from you in the dark.

“You get what I mean, right?” Haechan says. “It’s not like you slept too easily that last night, but I mean, how could you have when Renjun was making you feel so good with his fingers?”

Your heart is rapid in your chest. Your face is on fire, your pussy tingling with the urge to be touched. The reality of that night sweeps over you. Haechan hadn’t been asleep that night; he’d been paying attention to you just like you’d fantasized about.

“Haechan –”

“I was trying to sleep, I swear. But then you started making noise, and you were right there. I couldn’t help hearing. Actually, before I opened my eyes and looked at you, I thought you were just touching yourself.” His gaze dips to your lips.

You can’t help yourself but to look at his lips too. Your breath holds in your throat.

And then Haechan says: “I was hoping you were thinking about me.”

And right there, there it is. Words you’d been hoping to hear, dying to hear for years now.

Your heart squeezes in your chest, beating harder, faster.

Haechan wanted you to want him.

You push up on your elbows, pulling yourself fully upright. Your heart is pounding, body flushing with this high feeling. Haechan had wanted you to want him that night that he watched you from inches away. And right now you’re sitting inches away again, both of you watching each other, gazes honed in on lips.

You desperately want to kiss him.

The door of the apartment flies open. YangYang tumbles inside, laughing with three other guys.

You slump back down, dropping your face against the sofa cushion as the overhead light is flicked on, flooding the room with bright white light.

“Oh, shit!” YangYang laughs. “I’m sorry. Dude, I thought you’d be playing video games in your room.”

Haechan moves. You hear him moving, and you feel the shift of weight as he lifts himself off the sofa. “Didn’t you see my text?”

“He killed his phone tonight.” One of his companions laughs.

You don’t lift your head, halfway hoping you suffocate yourself against the sofa cushion.

“What’s up with her?” YangYang asks.

“Long, rough day at work,” Haechan explains. And then you feel his fingers in your hair, gentle but then a ring that he’s always worn catches a few strands, tugging on your hair, and you press a muffled moan against the sofa cushion. “She just needed to come over to vent with me. But our projects are done now, so we get a little reprieve. Right?” His hand leaves your hair to instead nudge against your shoulder, and you finally lift your head.

YangYang is already not paying attention anymore. Neither are the three others that he brought home with him. But Haechan is still looking right at you. Heat surges through you.

“I should leave,” you say softly, not breaking your gaze.

Haechan’s bottom lip disappears into his mouth for a moment, and he hums quietly. “I can walk you out. Did you drive over or take the bus tonight?”

“Bus. Remember that we walked to work together this morning.” You lift yourself up. “You don’t have to walk me out, Haechan. I didn’t mean to interrupt your video games.”

His jaw twitches, his hand slides across the sofa cushion towards your hand before his fingers curl under and he just presses his knuckles into the fabric instead of taking your hand like you want him to. “I wasn’t playing video games. Can I tell you one more truth?”

“As long as you’re fine giving me a freebie. I don’t think I have any more truths to give you right now.” You start to stand up, but now Haechan’s hand shoots out, pinching the edge of your sleeve to keep you right there beside him.

On the other side of the room, YangYang and the others are squeezing into the kitchen area, their loud voices filling the apartment. Even if Haechan wasn’t whispering, they wouldn’t possibly have been able to hear him over their own volume.

“I wasn’t playing video games,” he repeats. “I have the cameras, y’know? Sometimes I just look through them when I’m bored.” He falls silent for a heartbeat, and then for another, and then his fingers flick out just ever-so-lightly brushing your wrist before withdrawing entirely. Haechan sighs and ducks his head, then speaks his final truth of the night aloud: “I saw you. At the office. That’s how I knew you were still there.”

Wait.

The cameras he’d mentioned. The one focused on Taeil’s secretary.

“I didn’t mean to sit there and watch, okay? I was totally going to respect your privacy, but you’re just so…” Haechan looks away from you, floundering, searching for a word on the other side of the room, but he doesn’t seem able to find it hidden on the blank wall opposite you. He seems lost for words until he finally turns his eyes on you. His features soften, eyes brightening, mouth lifting with a subtle happiness, and he sighs a little before speaking aloud the word he finds written on your face. “You’re captivating.”

“You’re a pervert,” you accuse, but you lighten the insult with a teasing tone. Haechan’s throat bobs nervously, his smile faltering as he scans your face to check if you’re actually joking or not. “I wondered how you could possibly know that I was still there. Did you at least enjoy the show, Donghyuck?”

Haechan nods, not looking away from your face. “I did. But I closed out of the video feed before the end. That’s why I asked if you finished.”

“You weren’t asking about my project?” Your skin is buzzing. You want so badly to reach out and cup his face in your hands, to dig your fingers into his hair, to bring Haechan’s mouth crashing against yours, to draw him in between your thighs right here on the sofa even with YangYang & Co. just right there in the kitchen.

“No. I mean, yeah, a little bit. I knew you weren’t going to know what I was asking, but I figured I’d be able to tell by your tone what the answer to my real question was.”

“Hm.” You stand up then, and Haechan’s attention follows you like he’s attached by a thread. You look down at him seated on the edge of the sofa, then complain, “It seems I’m at a bit of a disadvantage here. Your little habit of voyeurism means that you’ve seen quite a bit of me, Lee Donghyuck.”

His eyes shine. “Or maybe it’s your little habit of exhibitionism, angel, that’s brought my advantage into being.”

You flick your fingers in dismissal. “I don’t think so. I’m leaving.” You make it to the door before you look back at him. Haechan is still sitting there, watching you. You look back down to your feet as you slide your shoes on once more, and you ask, “I thought you said you were going to walk me down?”

Haechan makes a sound of amused disbelief, and then he’s on his feet, walking quickly over towards you, but not without casting a glance towards the kitchen. None of the guys in there are paying the least amount of attention. You don’t know if they even notice as you slip your jacket back on, as Haechan shoves his feet into a pair of sandals and grabs a long puffy coat from where it’s draped over the back of the armchair.

He follows you out the door, and the moment it closes behind him, he opens his mouth to say something.

You start walking away before he can get a word out, picking up speed as Haechan follows, and soon you’re jogging ahead of him, calling over your shoulder, “Last one down owes the winner snacks!”

You take the stairs, racing down them, and Haechan tries to keep up while you laugh. Your heart thunders in your ears, in your throat, filling every inch of you with your pulse. Haechan’s laugh melds with yours, echoing back at you both.

You spin around the curves in the stairwell ahead of Haechan, trying to keep him in the corner of your eyesight, trying to let him keep just close enough that he feels like he can catch up without actually giving him that pleasure.

His fingers snatch at the back of your jacket, but you slip away, jumping down a couple stairs and taking the turn, hands gripping the railing. Haechan curses your name with a laugh, and you glance back to see the wide grin of amusement on his lips.

There’s a convenience store right by the bus stop closest to his apartment, and you swear they carry the best snacks. So when you win this race, Haechan can buy you whatever you want from there.

And you’re going to win.

There’s no doubt.

Your feet hit the ground floor. Your heart thunders in your chest, excitement and adrenaline surging through you as you spin around to proclaim your victory to Haechan’s face.

Haechan is moving too fast to slam his brakes on.

Haechan collides with you. Chest to chest. His arms stretch out behind you. His feet tangle with yours. Momentum carries you both backwards.

Your shoulders slam against the wall.

Haechan slams against you.

He is breathless, staring at you with his lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. His cheeks are pink. He looks so flustered, so warm, so soft and wild-haired right then. His glasses are slipping down his nose. You want to touch him and feel him and taste him, to bury your nose against that bare section of skin that’s reappeared where the neck of his shirt has dragged away from his throat and collarbone.

When you close your eyes, all you can hear is him panting. You can feel the puffs of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest pressing against yours. You can smell that particular combination of citrus and sunshine that can only ever be equated with Haechan in your mind.

He says your name then. So quietly, like a prayer.

You open your eyes, trailing your gaze slowly up from his chest, over his full lips, to his eyes.

His right arm buckles a little bit so his forearm rests against your shoulder, and Haechan sinks just that little bit closer to you.

You tilt your chin up, waiting.

He doesn’t make a move. Just looks at you, totally captivated. Unable to stop watching you.

He’s always just watching you.

“Earlier,” you say, keeping your voice just as quiet as his had been a moment ago. “Earlier, did you touch yourself while you watched me in the office? Did you wonder, Haechan-ah, what it would be like if you were there, kneeling on the floor beside my desk with your fingers or your tongue taking the place of my fingers?”

Haechan inhales sharply.

“Is that what you were still doing when I showed up at your door?” You lift your hips slightly away from the wall, pressing them forward against Haechan. “Thinking of me?”

“And if I was?” His eyes flare, daring you to answer.

“An eye for an eye, Lee Donghyuck.” You lift one of your hands to pat at his chest. “A truth for a truth. I want some equality.”

His lips tilt, crookedly amused. “You want to watch me?”

You jerk your head in a nod yes, holding his amused gaze.

“Right now?” He asks. “Here in this stairwell?”

You roll your eyes. “No. Not right here. You owe me snacks, remember? I won. Pay up.” Your heart is racing still as Haechan leans a little more of his weight against you. “I require something sweet.”

Again, Haechan grins.

You’re already considering what you’re going to ask him to buy. Candy? Ice cream? Those sweet caramel-flavored chips your roommate had recently gotten you hooked on.

Or something citrusy, something honey sweet. Something you've been craving for years.

Haechan’s lips are soft when he kisses you. His kiss is gentle, brief. Only enough for you to crave more.

You’re wrapped up in the smell of him like honey, vanilla, and tangerine. His lips turn up in a smile before he leans back.

All thoughts of snacks and desserts from the convenience store are gone from your mind.

Haechan.

He’s sweet.

His lips taste like sugar, and when you lick your lips afterwards, they taste sugary sweet too.

“Come on.” Haechan takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as he pulls you out through the exit door of the stairwell, leading you through the vacant entryway/mailroom of the apartment building, and out into the cold night.

The air bites and stings against your warm cheeks, but you don’t care. You just curl closer to Haechan, using him somewhat as a wind shield.

He leads you down the block to the convenience store and the bus stop’s bench is right in front of it. According to the schedule scrolling on the screen beside the bench, your bus should be here in a few minutes.

Haechan tugs lightly on your hand, pulling you towards the convenience store’s entrance to buy you the snacks, as promised.

“Lee Donghyuck.” You pull on his hand.

When he turns, he’s frowning. “You keep calling me that.”

“It’s your name.” You pull on his hand again. “Can’t I call you that?”

“Haechan. Haechannie. Haechan-ah.” He lists off. “Anyone only ever calls me Donghyuck when I’m in trouble or when it’s something serious.”

“Renjun calls you Donghyuck.” You take a step closer to him. “And maybe I’m using it because it is serious. Maybe I’m being serious right now.”

He eyes you suspiciously. “Serious about what?”

You don’t give him time to react. Your cold hands press to his neck, your toes bump against his, and then you draw his mouth to yours again.

You melt into each other. Haechan’s body softens against yours, fitting against you as his hands move to your hip and around your lower back. You kiss him, and he kisses you back. And this time it’s not just a brief kiss. Not just a brushing of lips with barely more than that.

You open yourselves up to this kiss, drawing yourself impossibly closer to Haechan as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper. Heat builds in the sliver of space between you.

Someone passing by on the sidewalk whistles at the two of you.

You would gladly just ignore them and keep going regardless of how many people are watching.

Haechan’s not used to having people watch.

He breaks the kiss, but rests his forehead against yours.

“I like you,” Haechan blurts almost immediately.

Your lips tingle from the kiss. You lean into him, reveling in the sound of his confession, relaxing into it.

Haechan’s arms wrap around you in a hug. His voice low, just for you, as he says, “And knowing now how you feel about…. my hobbies, I’m relieved.”

You tilt your head, lips brushing his again. “I still think you’re a gross pervert, Lee Haechan. But maybe I am too.”

“You’re definitely gross, too,” he teases. “Masturbating in the office.” He shakes his head and makes a light sound of disapproval, squeezing his arms a little tighter around you.

Your arms loop around the back of his neck. “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”

Haechan hums, nodding and smiling, dipping his face down towards yours again.

You kiss him right there in the street, half-tempted to drag him into the narrow alleyway between the convenience store and the building next to it. Instead you stand there, caught in a love spell as Haechan kisses you, as his hands tighten on your waist, as one hand drifts down to your ass and the other rises to your shoulder so his fingertips brush against your pulse pounding at the base of your throat.

The loud squeaking of the bus brakes cut through the night after a while, shrill enough to break you and Haechan apart. You should go board your bus, go home alone tonight, but you badly want to bring him with you. He’s also reluctant to let you go; Haechan presses another kiss to your lips, his hands clinging to you, but you laugh and push lightly at his chest.

“Goodnight, Lee Haechan.” You walk away, heart feeling swollen in your chest, unable to wipe the smile off your lips.

Haechan waves, making sure to tell you to let him know when you’ve safely made it home.

You think of him the entire bus ride. You feel giddy, like a teenager in love after a first date. You can’t stop touching your lips with your fingers, smiling at your reflection in the dark windows. You play back your conversation with Haechan, play back how it had felt to be pinned against the wall by him in that stairwell, replay the feeling of finally getting to kiss him after so many years of wanting exactly that.

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a/n: It's happened, everyone! Finally! This chapter was almost 10,000 words longer, but I decided to cut it in half, and the next chapter is also going to be Y/N's POV instead of Haechan's. I was really hoping to stick with the alternating one after the other POVs, but I just really think this was a good spot to break it, give you all a little time to enjoy this!

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It only took Changbin a couple of days to develop the design for his receptionist. He’d texted her the workup and got the approval. The two talked about a few other things regarding the tattoo, then it was just a matter of getting it done. The two decided to just get it done after closing one night.

So while she cleaned up the front end, he set up in his room, ensuring he had all his inks and supplies and everything. “Do you want me to close the register now Bin or wait?” Y/n called from the front

“You can close it now. Your tattoos on me tonight,” Bin called back

“You sure?” She asked

“Yes. Hurry up, I’m waiting for you.”

Y/n chuckled at him closed up the register and put the money away in the safe. She grabbed her phone and her water before walking into his room. He still had his speaker on and his usual playlist still playing lowly in the background as she sat on the table.

Changbin smiled at her as he finished prepping the tattoo gun and laying it on the tray. “Ready?”

“Tell me what to do boss.”

“It’s a sternum so,” Changbin handed her a couple of nipple covers, “Just unhook your bra and put those on then roll up your shirt, then lay back on the table. Are you okay with me having to roll it up more if I have to?”

“Yeah.” Y/n agreed

Changbin turned his back to her to let her do what he asked while he double-checked everything again. Once she okayed him to turn around he got back to work, prepping the area and then applying the stencil and letting it still on the skin for a few minutes before carefully peeling it back, a temporary version of the design being left behind.

“I’ll do a quick line so you can get a feel for it.” Changbin turned the gun on and dipped it in the ink, “and if you need a break, let me know.”

He did a quick line and looked at her for confirmation. Y/n nodded and he went to work. Tracing the lines he’d laid out on her skin. “Why’d you choose sternum? It’s one of the more painful places.”

“I like how the placement looks mostly. Plus it’s easy to hide too.”

“Why are you planning to hide it?”

“Talking to a guy and he’s cute but isn’t super into tattoos.”

“Fuck him then.” Changbin chuckled

“Yeah. Cute is the only thing he has going for him.” Y/n sighed

“Tell me about him.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. We’re gonna be here a while, might as well talk.”

“You’re right,” Y/n agreed, “we met on Tinder and we’ve had one date so far and I didn’t feel anything. He’s been calling me pet names and shit since the date too.”

“You don’t sound too happy about it.”

“It was fine at first but I’m starting to think that he thinks we’re together. He asked for my location earlier today too.”

“You should stop seeing him in my opinion,” Bin said as he went for more ink before coming back. “He sounds very possessive of someone that’s not his.”

“I mean, some possessiveness is fine with me, but I just feel… uncomfortable with it.”

“What else has he done?” “Followed all my friends on social media, and requested to follow my family whom I barely talk to anyway. I’m sure he’s stalking mine. It was a hassle to even go on a date with him because he kept canceling the day off with bullshit.”

“Do you know the amount of red flags you just told me?” Changbin pulled the gun away from her skin and looked up at her

“That’s what my friends say,” Y/n sighed

“They are right,” Changbin went back to work, “Did you tell him about your tattoo.”

“Told him I was getting one. Didn’t say it was my boss.”

“Don’t think he would take it well that you’re male boss was giving you a tattoo.”

“Yeah, especially with my tits out.”

The two took a moment to chuckle before the comfortable silence came over them again and Changbin worked. Y/n listened to the music and the sound of the gun as he finished the center of the piece and moved to the ribs.

“Do you want a break before we go over the ribs?”

“Yes.” Changbin helped her sit up and handed her the water she brought in.

“Why’d you start talking to him.” as he leaned on his elbows against the table

“Bored and horny and he was the first person I matched with.”

“Valid reason I guess. Is he good in bed at least?”

“Hell no.” Y/n sipped on her water, “He didn’t even try to get me off. Nor did it even feel good.”

“Tell him it’s not working out and block him,” Changbin said before they got back to tattooing. Only for her phone to ring.

“Speak of the devil.” Y/n sighed after looking at the caller ID

“Put it on speaker.” Changbin smiled.

Y/n answered the phone call and put it on speaker, letting it rest on her chest, “Hey.” “Hey baby,” the man on the other end said making Y/n roll her eyes, “Are you done yet? Wanna come over?” There was hope in his voice and a hint of slyness Changbin caught on to

“Now you wanna hang out? When I have stuff going on?” Y/n asked

“It’s not like you need to tattoo. It’s just gonna make you look trashy.”

Changbin’s head shot up and looked at her. Was this guy serious?

“Why should I give a shit what you think about it? It’s on my body not yours.”

“I bet the girl who’s doing it has a shitty design anyways. Just stop the appointment and come over.”

“Y/n, are you okay if I move your breasts up more?” Was it evil of Changbin to speak? Maybe. But he’d heard this guy talk for less than five minutes and he was over him and his way of trashing his work.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” And he did need to move her boob out of the way for a couple of lines.

“Was that a guy? You’re letting a guy do your tattoo?! And why the hell is he having to touch your tits for it?”

“Because he’s my boss and he offered to do it and it’s a sternumn tattoo. The design goes under my boobs.”

“Wow. Didn’t realize you were such a whore Y/n. He probably chose the placement too. He’s probably trying to fuck you.”

“First of all, I chose the placement for my tattoo. Second—”

“So you are a whore. Am I not enough or something?”

“Actually, yeah. You’re barely anything for me quite honesty. And for you to just accuse me of being a whore for getting a tattoo in a certain place, says a lot about your character. So fuck you Yu-jun. Don’t fucking contact me again, asshole.” Y/n hung up the phone, “Sorry Bin.”

“No, I told you to put it on speaker. Don’t apologize.”

“Still feel bad for fighting with him in front of you.”

“Show me a picture of him so if he comes here I can punch him in the face for dissing my work.” The two laughed at the comment before continuing to work and just talking. Random topics came up and it took a few hours for Changbin to finish but by the end of the night, it was done and both were fairly satisfied with the design and its outcome.

“I still feel like I should give you something for the tattoo,” Y/n said as he cleaned up the studio and she waited with her things on a stool off the side

“How about a date then?” Changbin suggested as he tied up a trash bag

“Did you tell me to stop talking to Yu-jun just so you could ask me out?”

“No, he’s an actual piece of shit. But, I am an oppurtunist.”

Y/n smiled and giggled to herself a bit, “Alright. A date for a tattoo.”

“Let’s head home. It’s getting late.” Changbin smiled and the two quickly took the trash out before turning all the lights off and locking up for the night.

Since Changbin and Y/n were always the last to leave at night, they usually walked to their cars together. Changbin had offered it her first shift and they’d been doing it ever since. He went over a bit of the tattoo aftercare as he walked her over to her car before they turned to their usual conversations of whatever the hell popped into their head at that time, usually clients and walk-ins that came about and were pissed that the very busy tattoo shop didn’t have any openings and was by appointment only.

“Text me when you get home?” Bin asked as he opened her driver-side door for her

“I will. Thank you for, everything tonight.”

“You’re welcome.”

Y/n got in her car and Changbin closed the door and walked to his car, waving goodbye to her as she started her car.

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cigarettecemetary · 2 months ago

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Do I Wanna Know? - Matt Sturniolo Part 2

Part 1

Paring: Dealer!Matt x Bambi!Reader

Summary: Your friends and boyfriend want to go to a party, you’re not really a party person but they manage to convince you. After you witness something you rush out the room running into none other than Matthew Sturniolo. As time goes on you and Matt start to talk more, forming a very complicated relationship.

Warnings: MDNI, drug use & selling, tension, confrontation, argument/disagreement

A/N: here is part two of Do I Wanna Know! please enjoy!🫶🏽 With love and cigarette smoke, Moxxie<3

My eyes widened as they read the message. How did Matt get my number? Right as I began to think of possible ways he could’ve gotten my number, another text popped up.

“Your little friend, Paula I believe, was sweet enough to give me your number. Are you busy tomorrow? I have a few runs to make if you’d like to join me.”

I thought for a moment. I didn’t have much to do tomorrow. Plus Thomas would be at work all day so I’d be bored anyway. I texted him back quickly and sent my address as the uber pulled into my driveway.

“C’mon Thomas.” I mumbled, helping him out the car and into the house.

“I’m fine Y/N… you can let go.” Thomas said, stumbling. I let out a sigh, laying him on the couch. I doubt he could make it up the stairs. I planted a soft kiss to his forehead and laid a blanket on top of him before going upstairs to my room.

I walked into my bathroom to take a quick much needed shower, the water gently dripping down my skin. I got out and threw on a white fluffy bathrobe l and walked over to my vanity table, grabbing a hair tie and putting it up in a messy bun. I got into bed as a deep slumber overtook me.

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“Y/N!”

Thomas’s loud shout awoke me from my slumber. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

“Thomas? What’s goin’ on?” I asked, yawning. He glared at me from my doorway.

“I heard you met someone last night? Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” He snapped angrily. I scoffed.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so busy with that blonde chick, I wouldn’t have met him.” I snapped back. I saw him falter slightly. “Yeah I caught you.”

“Baby she meant nothing to me. I was drunk, I thought it was you!” He pleaded slightly.

“Whatever Thomas. Don’t do that shit again.” I said angrily getting up and walking into the bathroom to wash my face. He walked over to me, gently kissing my forehead.

“I gotta get to work. I’ll see you tonight.” He said softly. I nodded, waving him off. I walked over to my closet and picked a white top and a baby pink skirt to wear. I sat at my vanity, curling my hair a little bit as my phone went off. I picked it up to see a message from Matt.

“Hey sweetheart. You almost ready?”

I felt my nerves calm down slightly. I texted him back quickly.

“Almost! I’ll be down in a minute!”

I hurried with my hair and slipped on a random pair of white shoes I found in my closet and ran downstairs. I grabbed my keys, locking the door and turning around.

In my driveway sat a beautiful black Corvette, leaning against the hood sat none other than Matt. I felt my jaw drop as I approached him.

“Matt.. Is this yours?” I asked amazed. I couldn’t hide my astonishment even if I wanted to. I gently grazed my hand against the hood, touching the car so gently, like i would break it if I touched it too hard.

Matt chuckled, the sound ringing through my ears. “Yes, it is. Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Y-yes! Yes, she’s gorgeous!” I gushed softly. I watched as Matt walked around me to the passengers side and opened the door for me. Thomas never did that for me before.

“After you, Bambi.” He purred softly. I felt my cheeks flush as I thanked him and got into the car.

The interior was black, the seat covers red. I watched as Matt got into the drivers side, his hands covered in rings, gripping the steering wheel. He placed one hand on the back of my seat, as he backed out the driveway.

“We’re gonna make a few deals. These people can be shady, don’t worry though, they’ll never put their hands on you as long as I’m here.” Matt said, as we got onto the main road. I nodded, glancing over at him.

I watched his hands on the steering wheel as he turned around the corner, nearing our first stop. I wasn’t used to being the passenger, I always drove Thomas around. Being the passenger for once was nice.

We pulled up to a trailer park, Matt putting the car in park.

“C’mon sweetheart. Stay close ‘ight?” He reached into the backseat grabbing bags of weed, pills and what seemed to be coke. I nodded as he got out, coming around and opening the door for me. I followed close behind him as we neared a bench. A man sat there, hands in his pockets.

“Matthew, my man! Finally.” The man dapped Matt up as he laid out the contents of what he had. The man’s eyes eventually trailed over to me.

“So I’ve got this stuff, I’m getting more later but this is what I’ve got now.” Matt said as he began to sort everything in piles. The man however wasn’t paying attention to him.

“Hey there pretty. Never seen you around here before.” I took a step towards Matt hesitantly as the man took a step forward. Matt’s hand immediately flew up, pressing against his chest and pushing backwards.

“And this is the only time you’re seeing her. Back off a bit yeah?” I bit my lip hesitantly as I watched the man’s eyes widen. He put his hands up immediately in surrender, chuckling.

“I got it man!” He laughed. Matt however wasn’t laughing. The man snickered as he grabbed a baggy of weed and pills, tossing Matt the cash. “Give the extra to the lady!”

Matt’s jaw clenched, gripping the cash tightly. The man walked off to his trailer I assumed. He turned to me.

“You okay Bambi?” He asked, his voice soft now. I looked up at him and nodded. He smiled and held out a hand. “C’mon we got a few more” I happily obliged, taking his hand and walking back to the car.

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I sat in the passenger seat, gingerly eating the fries Matt bought me from McDonald’s, not wanting to get crumbs on the seat. We were done with the runs he had to make and now we were on a hill, overlooking the city. Matt sat near his window, smoking a blunt.

“I’ll take you home after you’re done.” He said, looking over at me and slightly laughing as he saw me taking mini bites from my burger. “Don’t worry about the seats Bambi, that’s what the covers are for.”

After his reassurance, I took a bigger bite. I hadn’t expected to be so hungry, but it was almost 10pm. I put my trash in the bag and set it down at my feet. As I finished, we started making our way to my place.

“Matt? How long have you been dealing to Thomas?” I asked curiously. He glanced at me before returning his attention to the road.

“Me personally, about 6 months. He’s gotten shit from my friends though for longer. His main dealer, Manny stopped and he suggested me to him, so he started buying from me.” He explained, putting his blunt out in the ashtray sitting in the center consul. I nodded, looking out the window again.

Thomas told me he would quit but I knew he was bullshitting. I just didn’t think he would keep how long he was buying things from me.

“Interesting.” I mumbled softly, mainly to myself. I glanced at the driveway as we pulled up. Thomas was home. As Matt put the car in park he looked over at me.

“This was fun Bambi. I enjoyed having you along with me. Text me when you get in, alright?” He asked, looking at me intently. I nodded, thanking him and making my way inside.

“And where have you been?” Thomas asked me coldly. I was taken aback at his sudden coldness.

“I was out with a friend that’s all.” I replied. I mean it wasn’t a lie. I went to walk around him but he blocked my path.

“Oh yeah? What friend Y/N?” He asked, approaching me. I let out a sigh. He wasn’t about to intimidate me. I stood my ground and slightly pushed him back to make my way around him.

“What does it matter? You never ask me this.” He glared at me.

“Because it seems to me like it was with Matthew. I saw and heard his car.”

I scoffed making my way to the kitchen, grabbing water. “Oh your dealer Matt? Yeah it was him. I met him at the party yesterday while you were busy. He took me on a few runs. That’s it.”

Thomas faltered as I mentioned the dealer part. He cursed silently.

“Whatever. You should’ve told me.” he snapped.

“Why? You never seem to care who I’m with any other day?” I shot back, setting down my glass. I was starting to get irritated.

“Because everyone else you hang out with are girls.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not true and you know it. Vincent and Kyle aren’t girls, and I hang out with them all the time.”

“That’s because Vincent is Paula’s boyfriend and Kyle is her brother.” Thomas said, crossing his arms.

“Not true because I hang out with Kyle without Paula. You know that. This conversation we’re having is silly. I can hang out with who I want.” I snapped. “Besides, you never tell me who you’re with.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “That’s different.”

“What? How?” I sputtered. Thomas was starting to get on my nerves.

“Because I don’t have to tell you anything. You do.” He replied. I stared at him in total disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“Next time you’re with a man, I expect you to tell me.” He said coldly, walking upstairs to take a shower. I stayed put, still in shock. So I had to tell him everything while he could leave me in the dark? Absolutely not. I scoffed and made my way to my room, changing into my pajamas. Thomas came in a few minutes after me.

“I have to work overtime tomorrow. If you hang out with anyone I again, expect to be told who.” He said as he got into bed beside me. I laid down comfortably, as he wrapped an arm around me. I sighed, trying to forget about everything and just go to bed.

A/N: this was a bit rushed- i dont like this. anyways- new characters mentioned! Next chapter will have less Matt in it. I hope you enjoyed<3

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Tipsy

Y/n x sturniolos

Summary: you are the sturniolos younger sister, they are very protective over you and one night you come home from a party thet they specifically told you not to go to, what will happen when they find you at the party a little tipsy? Are they mad?

Extras: In this you are 15 and your brothers are 20. You live in LA with them. Your best friends name is Lyla. Lyla’s older brother‘s name is Sam.

Warnings: being drunk? Underage drinking. Swearing/language. Arguing. And I think that’s it lmk if I forgot anything.

A/n: Re-blogs are appreciated!!! hiiii soooo this is my first ever story. I really hope you like it and leave requests💕 I also write stories on my phone, so I’m so sorry that I don’t have the word count!!

A/n: Not proof read!

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I had spent my whole day trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. You may ask, what’s happening tonight? Well I got invited to this party by the popular boys that all the girls drool over.

Luckily my friend also got invited, so I wouldn’t be all alone not knowing anyone and being hella awkward.

I have been to only been to a few party’s before this, so I’m kinda knew to this. My brothers have always let me go somewhere as long as they have my location and they know who’s hosting, and how old the people are going to be.

I just have one problem. I’m 15 and the host are 17. And I haven’t even even told them I was going yet.

In my mind that’s not really a big deal and it isn’t! But to my brothers it’s like the world would end. And you might just say I could lie, and well I could. But let me just say I am horrible at lying.

When I lie I start to stutter over my words, and it’s really obvious, especially when you have 3 older brothers that are five years older than you AND very protective.

I was sitting on my bathroom counter doing my make up and getting ready for the party, while listening to White Girl, by Shy Glizzy my new favourite song at the moment.

I had this beautiful black dress on that hugged my curves, perfectly in all the right areas. My hair was perfectly curled and my make up was just the way I wanted it.

As I hopped of the counter to spray some perfume on, my older brother Nick walked into the washroom.

“Hey y/n do you have a- WHOA sis you look awsome where are you going?!” I spun my body around to see Nick standing at the doorway with an empty tube of toothpaste, i’m assuming that’s what he wanted. “Oh I was just getting ready for this party that I was wondering if I could go to? But don’t worry I was already planning to go with Lyla, so I won’t be alone” I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. I knew Nick wouldn’t be the problem at all but Matt and Chris would. ”Well you know that I’m gonna say yes but Matt and Chris probably have a different answer” He said rolling his eyes.

Nick was probably the most supportive brother I had. And probably the least protective, which I didn’t mind.

“Ugh I knowww can you please just help me try to convince them if they don’t let me?” I asked ”of corse that’s what I’m here for!” Nick said giggling.

I walked down the stairs, Nick, following close behind. I had my converse in one hand (I know those aren’t dress-up shoes, but I wear them with EVERYTHING) and my phone, and the other.

Chris and Matt were sitting at the table eating supper, it was already about 7:30 pm, and Lyla was picking me up at 7:45 so I had to leave soon.

As soon as they both laid eyes on me, their conversation immediately stopped. Chris spoke up first by saying “where the hell are you going?” “So I was just wondering if I could go to this party? I’m going with Lyla so I won’t be alone! Please?” I say, almost repeating the exact same thing I said to Nick earlier.

Matt and Chris both looked at each other with an annoyed face, almost like they both knew the answer, without even thinking. “Who’s going and how old is the host?” Matt asked picking up some more food off his plate.

Oh shit well I’m actually fucked. Like I said, I am 15 and the host are 17.

So I decide that I am going to try and lie my way out of this.

“The h-host I-is” I was unexpectedly cut off by Matt saying “cut the shit y/n don’t try and lie and just tell us the truth.” I swallowed dryly, and started talking again “okay well the host is 17, a-and you might think that is bad.. and well it might be, but the people with only be 15 or 16!” This time I turned around to look at Nick while giving him “please back me up” eyes. “No” Chris said in annoyed voice. “What?! No Chris please! I have been waiting so long to go J-just please!” “Y/n we said no! Now go to your room before you get grounded!” Matt said raising his voice.

Tears prickled, my waterline, as I brushed past Nick and stomped back up the stairs to my room. I slammed shut and flopped on my bed to call Lyla I was mad, they never let me do anything.

(On call with Lyla)

“God they never let me do anything!”

“Well did you try and lie? I know you’re not the best at lying, but did you at least try?”

“Yes of course I tried! And you know how it goes I just stutter and fuck everything up”

“Wait have you ever snuck out?”

“Lyla you want me to sneak out?”

“I mean it’s worth a shot! And if you do my brother can still pick you up in 10”

“Fuck it, see you in 10”

(After call)

I have never snuck out before, and I knew it was risky. But my window was the top floor. I know that my sound bad, but there was a shed right underneath that, I could easily jump onto and onto the ground to get out.

And with that, I quickly tied my shoes, grabbed my phone and hopped onto the roof.

Let’s just say it wasn’t as easy as I expected, as soon as I got to my roof, I tripped and scraped my knee along the rough shingles. Then when I tried to jump down onto the shed, I realized the kitchen window was right next to it. And all my three brothers were still sitting at the table. I knew I would have to be extra quiet getting down. Luckily, this wasn’t in broad daylight but I still could have got caught easily.

After about 10 minutes, I finally got down, and walked down the street only a few blocks, so, my brothers wouldn’t see Sam’s car.

As the car pulled up, I hopped in the back with Lyla.

“Hey girl!!” She said pulling me into a warm hug. “Hiiii” I said, chuckling at her sudden hug “oh hey sam thanks for driving me” I say smiling at him as he turns around to look at me “no problem” he replies with a warm smile.

Luckily, the party wasn’t too far away, so it wasn’t that long of drive. It was fun tho me and Lyla gossiping about boys, and the best part was me telling her how I actually managed to get out of my house, and almost dying on my way down.

We slowly made our way up the long driveway, revealing the huge house in front of us. It was white with a bunch of huge palm trees in the front. There was blasting music lights, and a lot of people. I was definitely intimidated. this was probably the biggest party I have ever went to.

“You ready?” Lyla asked me, making me forget all about being scared “yeah let’s do it!” I said.

We said bye to Sam and started walking up to the house. We recognized a bunch of the people, because they were mostly all from our high school. But there were definitely a couple older people that I did not know.

As soon as I stepped in the house, the smell of weed and alcohol filled my system, giving me not needed anxiety. I was already worried about sneaking out, and on top of that the party was huge.

A couple of hours went by since I got to the party. me and Lyla have been taking shots left right and centre and living our lives. At this point, the alcohol had almost taken over me and I loved it. I wouldn’t wanna say I was drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. “Heyyy Lyla I need to go take a piss I’ll be back” I said, chuckling at my choice of words, she just nodded to me and continued to move her hips to the beat of the music.

I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through messages, while still walking, definitely not paying attention to anything in front of me.

Then all of a sudden it felt like I hit a brick wall. I quickly mumbled a “sorry”. Before I could walk three steps a rough hand grabbed my wrist pulling me back. “What the f-!” I quickly shut myself up by looking up to see Matt glaring down at me. He didn’t even say a word before dragging me across the floor “Matt st-“ I tried to protest and pull back, but he only yelled at me and pulled me harder “shut the fuck up!!”

He was mad. Very mad.

How did he find me? Did I have my location on? Did they hear me talk to Lyla? Are Chris and Ni-

My thoughts were immediately cut off by Matt opening the door to the mini van and throwing me into the back. He locked the door and called someone.

A few minutes later, Chris and Nick come running out of the house looking so mad, this is probably the biggest trouble I have ever been in.

Chris opened the passenger door, and plopped himself in the seat while glaring holes thought my body. I felt the doors open again and now see Nick and Matt both get into the car.

I wasn’t really expecting Nick to be that mad, but boy was I wrong.

“What the fuck is wrong with you y/n?!!!” Nick said shouting at me, as I began to feel the car start to move. “We specifically told you not to go!! S-something could have happened!” Chris said adding on.

I didn’t say anything.

All I did was look at them with tears slowly streaming down my face. I was embarrassed. I shouldn’t have gone.

But I did and I can’t go back now.

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A/n Okay so if you guys want I can make a part 2? If you want me to add anything to part 2 definitely let me know!

But if you don’t wanna part 2 I won’t bother with making it.

Send other requests please!! re-blogs are appreciated

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The Pact | Aegon Targaryen Modern!AU (part one)

Words: 4.3K

Pairing: modern!Aegon Targaryen II x reader, slight Dalton Greyjoy x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI Cheating, caught cheating, swearing, underage drinking, eventual smut. this is my ‘rom com’ fic so please expect rom com level corniness.

Note: This is probably gonna run for about 4 or 5 parts depending on how I lay it out but I’m so excited to share it with you. Also aegon isn’t show canon aegon obviously, I’m just very in love with tgc I pulled it from another random idea I had wrote out months ago with no plot line and made it into this. I hope y’all enjoy it.

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seventeen

The summer you turned seventeen had seemed never ending while you had been living it. The hot nights were spent next to your best friend, sneaking out to parties, stealing bottles from Aegon’s fathers liquor cabinet, and climbing out of bedroom windows to stargaze and ponder what the future would hold for you both. It wasn’t until that fateful August night – the night of his older sister's wedding – when you both had exhausted the dance floor and small talk with distant family members and friends, that you felt in the air that it was coming to an end.

You were sitting at your assigned table, music from the reception blaring as you finally discarded the sandals that had been hurting your feet all night, when you felt fingers brush your shoulder, grabbing your attention. You snapped your attention to the culprit, none other than Aegon Targaryen moseying past you, a bottle of Casterly Rock red wine tucked discreetly behind his back as he beckoned you to follow. You gave him a lopsided grin, jumping from your seat to grab on to his arm as you both made a break for the exit.

“Did they just let you take that?” you exclaimed, the excitement of getting caught jumping in your chest.

“I snuck in the kitchens while no one was paying attention,” he explained, arm linked with yours as he led you to a patch of soft grass outside the gardens of the Red Keep.

“And no one saw?” you raised an eyebrow at him, stifling a giggle as you both found your place on the ground next to each other.

“Don’t act so surprised, I can be sneaky,” he furrowed his brow, feigning offense. “Like a ninja.”

An earnest laugh bubbled in your chest as you took the bottle from him, making quick work of breaking the seal and attempting to remove the cork. “Of course, because the first thing I think of when I look at you is ninja.”

“Let me,” he snatched it back, rolling his eyes as you struggled. He winced as he tugged at the cork with all his might, letting out a breath of relief at the satisfying ‘pop’ as he finally freed it. “I’ve never had wine before. My mum drinks it all the time, though.” He admitted, passing it back to you.

“Alicent is a woman of taste. This isn’t just wine, Aeg,” you said, mimicking a dramatic posh accent as you lifted the bottle to your nose to breathe in the bitter, fruity scent. “It’s very fancy, expensive wine for very fancy, expensive people.”

Aegon chuckled, eyeing her as she sized up the thick, deep red liquid.. “Well tonight, we are very fancy people, so bottoms up, mate.”

You took a deep breath, raising the bottle to your lips and grimacing as the liquid reached your taste buds. Coughing at the flavor, you reluctantly swallowed the large swig you’d taken down, gagging in disgust as you handed the bottle back to Aegon who was already in stitches.

“Don't laugh!” you whined, only slightly embarrassed as you laid back in the grass. “It’s disgusting! I thought it was supposed to be good, your mum is mad if she drinks that all the time.”

“What happened to her being a woman of taste?” he took a big swig, handling it with much more grace than you had but expression still twisting with distaste as he spun the bottle to read the label. “Yeah, that's rank.”

“I told you.”

“Maybe we’re drinking it wrong,” he took another drink before setting it down and laying back with you, bringing his arm to rest under his head.

You rolled your eyes half heartedly. “How can you even drink something wrong?” you poked, fingers weaving through the blades of grass between the two of you.

“I dunno, maybe we’re not fancy or expensive enough,” he teased, his hand falling from his stomach to scoop yours up, fiddling with it as you both admired the clear sky above you, the smell of fall air just lingering in the distance like smoke.

You giggled sweetly. “Yeah, that’s it,” he hummed at your response. “I’ll stick with my good ol’ Vodka Cran’s, thank you very much.”

He groaned in mock annoyance. “You and those Vodka Cran’s.”

You pointed your joined hand at the bottle sitting unevenly in the grass. “They taste better than that, I’ll tell you what.”

He shrugged, smirking lightly at your defensiveness. “Cheaper too, I suppose.”

“Right,” you teased.

“Right,” Aegon squeezed your fingers as you two fell into a comfortable silence, the boisterous sounds of Rhaenyra and Harwin’s reception muffled by the distance and the chirping of nearby crickets were the only noise filling the air.

“I can’t believe Breakbones really cried when Nyra came down the aisle,” Aegon mused softly, breaking the pause. “I can,” you shook your head fondly at the memory of earlier today, as his fell to the side to look at you as you spoke. “He’s all big and tough on the outside, but on the inside the man is nothing but a softy, I swear it.”

“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” Aegon pondered, studying your vague expression, brows furrowing as he tried to decipher what you were thinking. “What?” He pressed as you didn’t answer straight away, lost in thought.

You snapped out of whatever trance the question put you in, finally meeting his gaze. “Um,” your eyes averted, blowing raspberries through your lips as you thought. “I dunno. I hope so.”

“What do you mean you ‘hope so?’”

You shrugged shyly in what felt like defeat. “I mean I want to someday, it’s just,” you paused, feeling a bit silly about what you were about to admit. “Seeing your sister and Harwin today, like they really love each other.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, still confused at where you were going with this.

“I just have a hard time believing anyone will ever love me that much,” you huffed, and his face softened. “Like I can’t imagine anyone ever wanting to be with me like that. I just don’t see it ever happening for me.”

Aegon shook his head in disagreement. “(Y/N), I’m saying this as kindly as I possibly can, but that’s complete bullshit,” you veered your attention back up to the stars, and hoped Aegon wouldn’t see your cheeks burning red. “You’re gorgeous, and like, the best person I know. There’s no way you’re gonna end up alone.”

“You think?” you frowned, holding back the tears that we’re pricking at your eyes.

“I know it,” he insisted. “Anyone who doesn’t see it is stupid.”

“Thanks, Aeg,” you fell into another silence, this one less peaceful than the last.

“I’ll marry you,” he muttered and nudged you then, causing you to chuckle.

“Would you now?” you rolled your eyes.

“I would!” he sat up slightly, shifting to his side and looking down on your jovial expression. “What? Do you think I wouldn’t be a good husband?”

You burst into playful laughter, softly hitting his chest with the back of your hand. “No, I’m sure you’d be a brilliant husband,” you jested, sarcasm evident in your town.

“I’m serious,” he raised his eyebrows at her, his bemused smile outing him entirely.

You put up your hands defensively. “I’m sure you are.”

“I think we’d be a great married couple,” he offered, rattling off the next few things that came to mind. “We already spend every day together, and they always say you should marry your best friend. Our wedding should be half as big as this one, though. It’s more intimate that way. With more dancing and better booze.”

You beamed at him in awe. “You’ve just got a pros and cons list, have you?”

“It’s been a very tough decision, but everyone else is insufferable so I might as well marry the one person who isn’t,” he affirmed, very matter-of-factly.

“And you’re so sure that I would want to marry you?”

His eyes fluttered over your face in admiration, your fingers still intertwined between you as he toyed with them thoughtfully. The action made your breath catch in your throat as you suddenly took note of how close you actually were.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Aegon rasped, mulling something over in his head a moment, thinking it through before putting it fully out there. “If we’re both not married or in a serious relationship when we’re twenty-seven, we’ll marry each other.”

“Ten years from now?” your eyes widened.

Aegon smirked. “Yes seventeen plus ten is twenty-seven,” he chaffed, causing you to smack him on the chest again.

“Thirty,” you wagered.

He shook his head softly. “Twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-eight?” you raised an eyebrow, he pursed his lips as he pondered your bargain.

“Twenty-seven and a half,” he detangled your fingers to offer out his pinky, you eyed it a moment before interlocking it with yours.

“Deal,” you whispered breathlessly. “Stamp it.” You twisted your hand to press your thumbs together.

“Uh-oh,” he grinned. “That’s legally binding now.”

“Uh-oh,” you busted out in a genuine laugh then, throwing your head back as he joined in with you, lying back down on the ground next to you and wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you into his chest. “I better make quick work of finding a husband if I want to get rid of you.”

“Silly girl,” he dropped a chaste kiss to the top of your head as you both drank in the night sky and the sweet dwindling of summer warmth. “You’ll never be rid of me.”

twenty-six

The second you had woken up that morning, you knew it was going to be a strange day. Strange was one way to put it. It had been the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had noticed while only half awake that morning, that hadn’t gone away no matter what you did. You weren't hungry, nor did you feel sick like you were going to spill the contents of your guts at any sudden moment, it was just that ever present sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that followed you the whole day.

That sinking feeling, combined with the staleness in the air at The Golden Stag – the pub where you worked – and the King’s Landing summer heat swallowing you whole was what you thought really did you in. There you were, hunched over the cash register taking deep breaths. Her back was turned from the mild crowd, one hand gripping the POS monitor and the other twisted in a fistful of hair to keep it off your shoulders.

Gods, a shower would fix most of my problems right now, you thought, the thin layer of sweat covering you was only making things worse. You were almost so wrapped up in trying to will your ailments away with your mind that you didn’t notice your shift leader, Cassandra Baratheon, approaching from behind to use the register you were currently hogging.

As if on cue, you finally felt her presence, jolting from your spot to lean on the bar next to the register. “Sorry, did you need this?” you mumble as you do.

Cass cocks an eyebrow at you, “No worries,” she says as she begins punching in an order, her warm green eyes only leaving you to check the screen. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You don't look so good, lovey.”

“I’m probably fine,” you brush her off. “I’ve just been feeling a little off all day.”

Cassandra doesn't seem convinced. She looks over her shoulder, scanning around the room before bringing her attention back to you as you picked up a plastic laminated menu and began fanning your glistening chest with it. “Y’know we’re pretty dead,” she reasons. “If you wanna head out, no one would be mad.”

“What if it picks up?” you try, not wanting to sound too eager to bail so early in the night. Cassandra lifts up her wrist, her watch screen illuminating her face as she does.

“It’s almost one, love. I’m sure if we were gonna pick up we would’ve by now,” she pinched your elbow playfully. Gods bless this angel of a woman.

“I’m sure we’ll survive two more hours without you.”

You sent her a grateful look. “I’m sure I’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Cass rolls her eyes playfully at this, “Yeah, yeah. Just get out of my bar and go home,” she grins as she says it. “Make that himbo boyfriend of yours take care of you, I want you better by 6 tomorrow, missy.”

“Dalton? Coming anywhere near me while I’m sick?” you scoffed in spite of yourself as you collected your purse and keys, imagining it. “I highly doubt that will ever happen.”

“Jerk,” she frowned. “Tell him I said hi anyway, and be safe going home, would ya?.”

“I will,” you called over your shoulder, shuffling out to the street and starting the five block trek back home. You had met Dalton Greyjoy at work, a couple months after you and Aegon had first moved into the city after university four years ago. He was a regular at the Stag, and hit on you relentlessly for weeks until you finally took him up on his offer to let him take you on a date. Everything fell into routine after that first date, two months later you were official, and eight months after that you were moving out of yours and your best friends shared flat and into Dalton’s one bedroom down the street from your work.

Though it was a complete change of pace from having spent nearly everyday together since you’d met, Aegon didn’t mind. Sure, he wasn’t Dalton Greyjoy’s biggest fan but, he wanted you to be happy, and you seemed happy enough. It wasn’t like he particularly needed you to help with rent. He would have used his trust fund for the both of you to live there if you had allowed it, but you weren’t one to take handouts even from him. So your nightly chats under the starlit Westerosi sky turned to weekly chats and sometimes took place over the phone after a long weekend shift. And your days spent always together became midday coffee runs a few times a week, and tipsy visits while you were bartending with whoever he was seeing this month.

The newest one was called Sara, who despite her passive aggressive jealousy whenever you were around each other, seemed good for him. You didn’t know if this one would last, as they often didn’t, but had hoped regardless for Aegon’s sake.

The walk home had not been as bad as you had set it up to be, it was the rickety elevator in your building stamped with a neon yellow ‘out of order’ sign that was the real bitch. On any other night, the five flights up would be nothing, annoying at most, but now you were considering making a new home for yourself on the second floor landing. You paused as you made it to the third floor finally, bracing yourself against the wall as your chest heaved to give yourself a break.

Gods, all you wanted was your bed and some peace and quiet, and it was so close, almost right in reach. “Come on, (Y/N).” You mumbled to yourself, forcing your legs to continue on. When you finally reached your door, you pressed your forehead to the hardwood, dropping your purse from your shoulder and fumbling around for your keys before your fingers grazed the familiar plastic souvenir keychain Aegon had got you on your summer trip to Dorne last year. You unlocked the door, before stepping inside and pressing your back to the door to shut it, taking several deep breaths. Your lungs were putting in overtime, as if you’d just run a marathon.

As you finally steadied yourself, you moved to slide down the door to sit on the floor and finally remove your non-slip sneakers. As your fingers fumbled with the laces, you heard a muffled sound coming from your bedroom, almost as if your boyfriend had left the TV on in bed. “Babe?” You called out, ears perking to listen for a reply that didn't come. You furrowed your brow, eyes narrowing on an unfamiliar purse on the kitchen island in front of you.

Your breath caught as you halted the unlacing of your shoes and your gaze traveled to the ground next to you to find a pair of women's trainers that certainly weren’t yours.

No. You thought sharply, that sinking feeling that had been plaguing you all day gathering as bile in the back of your throat. Absolutely not.

You stood slowly, not fully registering what you knew you would find on the other side of your bedroom door. Your steps were achingly slow as you approached, fingers reaching out to graze the door handle, your eyes falling shut as the muffled noises became clearer. You swallowed the dreadful acidic feeling and mustered all the courage you had in you to twist the knob and push open the door.

They didn’t notice you at first, Dalton and the pretty brunette underneath him that he was rutting into, the girl who was certainly not you. The bile rose again, as you finally were able to find your voice. “What the fuck is this?” You spat, nausea taking over as the girl gasped and your boyfriend halted his actions, cursing as he pulled out of her and covered himself.

“Shitshitshitshit,” he hissed, frantically scrambling to find his boxers. “Babe, this isn’t what it looks like.”

Don’t cry.

“I’m gonna be sick,” you uttered, turning quickly on your heel to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach spilled out of you. You gripped the bowl tightly, hunching over and retching, as your body finally relieved itself of that nauseating, sinking feeling. You were left gasping for air when you were finally done, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)?” Dalton whispered, fingers barely reaching your shoulder before you smacked them away harshly.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed, using what was left of your energy to push yourself to your feet.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Babe,” he rambled desperately, following her through the apartment as you hastily made your way to the closet. “I swear it’s not what it looks like. I don’t even really know her, it was just a one time thing.”

The girl, still tucked under your covers didn’t dare move or interject as you gathered any article of clothing in arms reach of you and stuffed it in an overnight back. “Oh, it was just a one time thing, was it?” you exclaimed, sarcasm dripping like honey from your lips.

“Yes! I swear!”

“Fuck you, Dalton. Is that supposed to make a fucking difference?” you shoved past him, and back into the bathroom to gather all your toiletries and stuff them haphazardly into the bag.

“Please, (Y/N). Let me explain,” he was right on your tail, a pitiful look on his face that made you want to bury your fist into it. “Can’t we talk about this?”

You scoffed. “There’s nothing to explain, I understand perfectly what’s going on here.”

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving.” you stated, matter-of-factly.

“Where?”

You barked out an insincere laugh. “I don’t see how that’s any of your fucking business, Dalton.”

His expression changed then, to something almost angry at the flip of a switch as you brushed past him to the door. “Oh, I don’t even have to ask, do I?” “I’d prefer if you didn’t, you fucking asshole,” you grabbed your spare pair of shoes by the door, making it the last thing you grabbed in your rage. “Besides, I don’t think you have any room to be patronizing me about Aegon when you were just fucking someone in our bed!” Your hand grabbed hold of the doorknob. “Fine, leave then,” Dalton threw his hands up dramatically. “Run home to your little boyfriend.”

Your head snapped, over your shoulder, stricken with disbelief as you shook your head. You wanted to say something clever, something just outright mean, something that would really hit him where it hurt. You wanted to be brave and put him right in his place, but no words came to you. You just stood there in the doorway, frozen in place, and utterly dumbfounded.

When you finally came to, you simply turned back to the door, opening it swiftly and slamming it shut behind you, stumbling down the five flights and into the street.

You finally let the tears fall then, a strangled sob erupting from deep within you as hot tears flowed freely and mascara ran down your cheeks. You took off walking through the city without a second thought – a babbling, crying, mess – to the only other place you wanted to be.

The sharp chime of the doorbell rang through Aegon’s townhouse a little after two, followed by a pounding on his door. He groaned, curling deeper into his covers in annoyance. “I don’t wanna,” he whined, hoping the assailant would get the picture and leave. It was to no avail though, the bell rang twice more, followed by that same hastened pounding.

He practically growled as he gave in, throwing the covers harshly off of him, making his way to the door. “Alright, I’m coming!” Aegon shouted frustratedly, not bothering to check the peephole to see who was waking him at this hour as he unlocked the door and flung it open. “Seven Hells, what?”

Aegon’s temper diffused at the sight in front of him. You stood pitifully before him, hands full, hair disheveled, eyes rung red and mascara running down your swollen cheeks from crying. “(Y/N)?” he pulled you through the door frame without a second thought, tense worry painted over his face. He shut the door behind you and helped to drop your bags to the floor. “What on earth is wrong, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you hiccupped as he took your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away the tears that flowed freely. “I didn’t know where else to go, Dalton, he–”

Aegon’s jaw clenched when you couldn’t bring yourself to finish. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you shook your head frantically. “He didn’t touch me.”

“What did he do?” Aegon tried to remain calm at the state of you.

You sniffled, bringing your fingers to wrap around his wrists. “I walked in on him with another girl in our bed,” you sobbed, breaking Aegon’s heart as he pulled you into his chest.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he stroked the back of your head and rubbed circles into your back to comfort you as you wept. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered over and over.

“I was sick all day, and they sent me home from work early,” you lifted your head from his chest to look up at him. “I didn’t know what to do. I just came straight here.”

“It’s okay, I’m glad you did. Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up,” he brushed away the hair stuck to your damp cheeks, taking your hand and grabbing your overnight bag as he gently led you to the bathroom. “Before I drive over there and kill him myself.”

Aegon wet a washcloth under cold water, handing it over to you to clean your face off. You accepted it gratefully, the cool sensation washing over you as you ran the rag over your face and neck. His lips dropped to your hairline, his hand coming to rub your arm softly. “I’ll grab you a sleep shirt.”

“Thank you,” you muttered hoarsely as he disappeared into the hall. You dug through your bag and the random things you remembered to grab during the fight. Aegon returned after you had nearly finished brushing your teeth, dark green t-shirt in hand.

He handed it over, leaning against the sink as you rinsed out your mouth. “I haven't touched your room in ages,” he admitted carefully. “Not since you left.”

Three years. Aegon hadn’t done anything with your room for three years.

“It’s empty then?”

“You took your bed when you left.”

You nodded thoughtfully, eyes glued to his chest. “I can take the couch and figure things out tomorrow.”

He shook his head softly. “No need, you can just sleep with me.” “Aegon,” you started. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t ask,” he shrugged. “And neither am I, come lay down with me. You need some rest and we’ll talk about everything in the morning. It’ll be a slumber party, like old times.”

“I’m not feeling very party right now, Aeg,” you chuckled humorlessly, looking over his facial features cautiously. “And coming from personal experience, I’m sure Sara wouldn’t be pleased to find me snuggled up to her boyfriend.”

If you call what you walked in on ‘snuggling.’

He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not her boyfriend anymore then.”

Your eyes widened at his admission. “Aeg, why didn’t you tell me?” you moved to wrap your arms around him in comfort.

“It just happened last night,” he pulled you away to look you in the eye. “It’s alright. We’ll talk about it in the morning though.”

“Aegon—“ You protested as he pulled you carefully by the wrist towards his bedroom.

“In the morning,” he hushed you, straightening out the pillows and blankets that were splayed across his mattress to make room for you next to him as you changed into the shirt in his walk in closet.

When you emerged, clad in only his oversized ‘Hightower Family Reunion’ shirt, Aegon was already nestling under the covers. He gave you a sweet smile when he saw you, throwing them open to beckoning you in. You crawled into the spot beside his, the tension in your shoulders dissolving on the cloud he called a mattress. A sigh of relief slipped from your tear swollen lips, Aegon’s fingers found their home in yours between the two of you and he squeezed them three times, lulling you into relaxation.

You hummed softly, your eyes fluttering closed. The warmth of his bed and the smell of his cologne wrapping around you like a tender hug. “Goodnight, Aegon,” you mumbled sleepily, sinking deeper into the sheets.

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he whispered, fingers drawing soothing circled into your palm. “I’ll see you when the sun is shining.”

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unamused-boss · 11 months ago

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Take out Night

Billy Hargrove x Fem oc Hello! Just before we begin this is a fic that will introduce another Oc that I have created. A Billy x Oc to be more precise. I have seen so many other creators, some whom I am mutuals with, make amazing oc. And I wanted to jump on the train with it. Plus I really want Billy to have a weird gf! So I have made a character for Billy hargrove and I hope you like her.

It was all strange when the two first got together. If you mean the Cali boy going after probably the weirdest hot girl in town then you'd be correct. Because that is what happened when Billy Hargrove asked out, and is still going out with, Phoebe Brown.

Yep, Hawkin's local weirdo. Has been seen walking bare foot within the woods. Constantly seeming like she has consumed an intense amount of drugs even though she doesn't even drink or smoke. Claiming it ruins the soul of the body. Her dark brown hair always done up in a new style. Along with her clothes matching her presence, comfortable.

It was a month long gossip train as to why Billy would ask out such a peculiar girl. Many of Billy's, so called, friends said it was because he lost a bet or was looking for something easy. But what the masses do not know it took Billy a whole month before Phoebe even said yes to a date. Billy claimed he has never liked Hawkin's heifers, as much as Phoebe has told him to stop calling them that, he wanted something he thought would bring him excitement. So when he laid eyes on Phoebe Brown, he knew it was her.

Well to get that out of the way with all the sentimental shit that we will get into later. Lets focus on where our couple is at presently. It is the middle of December for Hawkins with a blissful, not to Billy, cold outside. And in front of a little chinese food restaurant sat a charged blue camaro where our couple sits. It is just another of their many at home date nights tonight. Let's see where the night will take them.

“Do you have to do this every time?” Billy asked his girlfriend. Who at the moment has her nose deep within a menu of said Chinese restaurant.

“Yes, what if I wanna try something new?” Phoebe said back to him, still with her face in the pamphlet of the menu.

“Babe there is no doubt in my mind that you have not eaten the whole menu since we have discovered this restaurant.” Billy reasoned with her. “Can we please order the food so we can go back to your house”

Phoebe faced him with a smile gracing her face. “You know, for such a big strong guy, you can be very soft and cute.” The statement flusters Billy, she knows this. But he will always keep his tough guy act up till they get home. So in response to his girlfriend's statement, he turned his head away from her. Which did not help because she could see his ears turning red which meant he was blushing. Phoebe just giggled at him, “Get out of the damn car.” Was all he said to her, but not with any mean intent behind it. So that is what you did. You both got out of the car to make your way in to order your dinner for the night.

“Hey Billy, Hey Phoebe” The cashier greeted, “What can I get ya?”

“We’ll get the spicy chicken combo and spring rolls to go with it.” Billy answered to the cashier.

“We will also take the Lo mien and crab rangoons.” Phoebe added on with confidence.

“Um, who paid?” Billy sassed to her.

“Um, who’s job is it to pay?” She simply sassed back. “I also paid for your gas, be a good boyfriend and pay for your girlfriend's dinner.” Billy just rolled his eyes to her.

“Alright coming right up.” That was all that needed to be said for the two to take their seats in front of the window to wait on their food.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Phoebe asked.

“Okay, hit me.” Billy said thinking it was gonna be a challenge.

“Why did you ask me out?” She asked simply.

Billy was silent for a minute. “This isn’t a trap is it? Last time this happened my tire got slashed.” Billy panicked.

“No it’s not… I just- I just think there is someone more suited for you than me.” Phoebe admitted.

“What like some cow on the cheer team?” Billy said very aggressively.

“Billy- I’m serious.”

“The reason I asked you out was because you were different from every other girl I have ever dated.” Billy told her, looking into her honey colored eyes.

“But-”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He stopped her. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and if I had to go another month of chasing you around to simply look in my direction then I will. I know I’m not the best guy, but you have made me realize that I will do whatever it takes for us to stay together.” Billy’s eyes softened as he looked at her. Phoebe's once tired looking eyes became wide while staring at Billy as he spoke. No guy has ever said something like that to her. Yeah, she knows she’s weirded Billy out before but he still stayed with her.

“Billy” She spoke softly, a smile making its way onto her face. He smiled back at her, taking her hand into his on the table.

“Order 37!” Was shouted out, to which brought the couple out of their trance.

Once the food was picked up. The couple made their way to the camaro to go home. The drive was silent, it was warm and comfortable. Just the quiet tone of one of Billy’s rock tapes playing from the window. As Phoebe was looking out the window to the dark outside of the night. She saw the glimmer of snow, she gasped as her eyes lit up. Even though it had snowed for the past few weeks, with every new snowfall Phoebe got excited. She loved the cold weather unlike her boyfriend. Billy heard her small gasp from beside him; he made a small glance over to her to see she was staring out the window. He just smiled at her expression, he couldn’t have asked for anyone better. The couple usually didn’t express too much emotion in front of others, not too heavy on pda other than a quickie in the janitor's closet. But the nights such as these were Billy could get away from his house to go home with her. To spend the night cuddling and watching trash movies they can make fun of. It was pure bliss for Billy, He loved it He loved her.

The car came to a stop in Phoebe’s driveway. With her parents out of the house for the next few days that meant more time with Billy, and being able to eat in the living room. The food was set out on the coffee table, blankets were prepped, movies prepped to be watched, and Billy’s side ready for Phoebe to cuddle into. The chosen pick from the Family Video tonight were American Ninja, obviously Billy, and Smooth Talk, clearly picked out by Phoebe, the two had very distinct tastes. The two watched and ate with glee for being in the other mere presence. In the middle of one of the movies Billy pauses it out of nowhere.

“Heey?” Phoebe said in confusion to his action.

Billy turned to her, now her side is cold. “Why did you ask me that question at the restaurant tonight?” Billy was curious. He wanted to make sure no one said anything to her and so she wasn’t in her head.

“I just- I just started thinking about the types of girls you went after before you got with me.” She said, “And I felt like I was a downgrade.” Hearing this broke his heart. “ I’m noy like Tammy, Tina, or Nancy… It's stupid but I can’t help but feel insecure sometimes. You were told about me from people that judged me and still chose me after everything. I just don’t get it sometimes.”

“Like I said before, you are unlike any girl I have ever been with, and I love it. I love you.” Billy said.

“You said the L word.” Phoebe giggled at him. Billy’s smile broke out after you said that.

“What are you gonna punish me?” He teased. In response Phoebe places her soft lips onto Hargroves. It felt like a puzzle being completed when they kissed. Phoebe became more forward and started to slowly push Billy back until he was on his back while she was sitting on him still kissing on her couch. The kiss slowed and the two started to pull away. Looking at one another for a moment. Until a sly smirk appeared on Billy’s face.

“I should say the L word more often if that’s my punishment.” He flirted. Phoebe just laughed at him then pulled him up right to continue where they left off. In the movie obviously. Billy played the movie and Phoebe snuggled back into his side.

“Just so you know.” Phoebe started. “I love you too.” Billy smiled and kissed the top of her head. The night was perfect, as always.

Hope you enjoyed! Like always if you have feed back I would love to hear it.

if you wanna see anything specifically with Billy and Phoebe just request or comment.

Thank you, love ya bookies!

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swissboyhisch · 2 years ago

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Opening Night

Pair: Mat Barzal x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

Could you write something about Mat Barzal, please?

Word Count: 1205

A/N: THIS IS AN OLD POST THAT I DIDN'T POST TO THIS BLOG. I’ve been listening to Heathers on repeat at the moment so I concocted this :)

Warnings: None :)

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Today was the opening night of Heathers on Broadway, and for you, that was a big deal. Being cast for Veronica was your first significant role on Broadway, so you were so excited to finally be debuting on Broadway. And you were lucky, your boyfriend was currently amid offseason, so he and the team were coming to support you in your debut. You had to be at the theatre early for one last run through before heading home to get ready for the opening night red carpet walk. After getting dressed in comfortable clothes and packing your practice outfit into a bag, you kiss a sweaty Mat goodbye while he is doing his morning workout before heading out to practise.

When you get to the theatre, you and the girls who played the three Heathers all changed into your practice outfits, yours being black leggings, a royal blue blouse and a black blazer.

“So is Mat coming tonight (Y/N)?” Sophie asks as she ties her hair up in her signature hairstyle from the show.

Jodie nodded, “He better come, you two are adorable together.”

“Yeah, he and the team are coming,” You reply, tying your hair up and adding the blue ribbon. “The girls are coming as well, so it’s going to be a star-studded event that’s for sure.”

Shan's eyes widen, “Wait, does that mean Anders Lee is coming?”

You giggle at your friend’s reaction, “Yes, he is but sadly for you, he has a girlfriend who is one of my closest friends.”

The girls all laughed at their friend’s embarrassment before the four exited the change room they shared and headed back to the stage where everyone was waiting.

“Since it is opening tonight, we won’t be too hard on you. We're gonna run through each number so in your places,” The director shouts, clapping his hands.

The group moved around the stage, preparing for the intro, ‘beautiful’, to start. It was your first number and you were excited for everything to finally come together.

“September 1st, 1989

Dear Diary:

I believe I’m a good person. You know, I think that there’s good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I’ve known all my life, and I ask myself—what happened?”

After practice, you headed home, to where Mat was relaxing on the couch, with Anthony beside him as Black Mirror played on the TV in front of them.

“At least it isn’t hockey,” You joked as you chucked your bag at the end of the couch before falling on top of Mat. “Nap time.”

You slid off Mat and laid beside him with your head in his lap as the two continued their show while you had your pre-show nap.

By the time you had awoken, Anthony had left, and Mat had pulled you up onto his chest, falling asleep beside you. You decided to let him sleep for a bit while you had a shower and started getting ready for the red carpet walk. Your dress was blue as you, and the girls decided to wear dresses corresponding with your characters. As you started on your hair, Mat strolled into the bathroom for his shower. After pressing a kiss to your cheek, Mat jumped into the shower as you finished up your hair and started on your makeup.

“Are you nervous about tonight?” Mat questions.

You shrug, applying your foundation, “Of course I am, it’s my first major role.”

The boy chuckled, “I think this is the first major event in our lives that isn’t about me.”

“Finally,” You joke, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend.

Both of you got ready, into your dress and shoes while Mat wore a suit with a tie to match your dress.

The paparazzi went crazy when Mat stepped out of the car and held his hand to assist you in climbing out of the flash vehicle. Fans were screaming his name as he shut the door and quickly fixed the train of your dress. The two of you made your way down the red carpet and met with Jodie, Sophie and Shan and their partners a bit further down.

“He came!” Jodie squealed, coming to hug you and Mat. The girls follow Jodie, and you all greet each other. “Group photo time!”

You got photos with the girls, the whole cast, you and Jamie, who played JD, and everyone involved. It was an intense hour and a half, but it was time for you and the girls to make your way backstage to get ready while everyone moved to their seats, where Mat went to sit with his teammates. You and the girls reach your dressing room where you exchanged your fancy dresses for skirts and blazers.

“You will kill it tonight (Y/N)!”

You girls all hug each other before exiting the dressing rooms and getting ready for the opening number.

“And queue!”

You grinned and made your way to the centre stage and sat on the steps as the announcement began. You took your place and waited for your time to shine. Music started, and you stood from your position, a spotlight shining down.

“September 1st, 1989

Dear Diary:

You grinned as you held hands with Jamie as you took your bow before the whole cast lined up and you took the final bow together. You waved at the crowd as they gave the cast a standing ovation. The group watched with tears in their eyes as the heavy red curtain closed on the opening night of Heathers on Broadway. The cast shared hugs as they heard the chatter and cheers from the other side of the curtain.

“You were amazing (Y/N)!” Sophie squeals, running from her spot to hug the younger girl dressed in blue. The girls all hug and have a laugh.

“Girls!” They heard their director call. “You have a few guests waiting in your dressing room.”

The girls giggled as you rolled your eyes, leading the group to the room that was packed with hockey players and WAGs, Mat standing at the front with a big bouquet of white roses, a cheesy grin blessing his beautiful face.

“You were amazing,” He compliments, passing you the bouquet and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m so proud of you.”

The boys started joking around as the girls all giggled at the cute couple, “Get a room.”

“Well let’s go home then!” You shout, smirking as the girls all shouted in protest as they wanted to celebrate.

Hours later, Mat carried a stumbling you into the apartment, guiding you towards your shared bedroom. You were a giggly mess once you had done tequila shots with the cast. After helping you take off your makeup and helping you drink some water, Mat let you doze off.

“I love you,” You mumbled drunkenly.

Mat laughs, pulling your drunk self closer, “I love you more my little star.”

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loverrofmineee · 3 months ago

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The Parting Glass- Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal x OC

Summary | AO3| Previous Chapter

Chapter 6- The Parting Glass

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The month after the men’s return from Algeria was difficult for the tower girls. Sorcha had returned from her weekend in London to an inconsolable Aileen, who broke down in sobs as soon as they laid eyes on each other. Curtis Biddick was gone. Though Sorcha had only a few interactions with the man, she felt a pit in her chest at the news. Lilibet, along with the others filled Sorcha in on what happened during the mission, reassuring her that Buck and Bucky were still alive and well. As the weeks passed Aileen took turns seeking comfort in each of her friends, often spending long nights discussing her time with Curt as well as all the promises they made each other. Sorcha spent many nights alongside the younger girl, listening to all she had to say, never judging her for how she dealt with grief. Aileen seemed to improve over time, though the innocent girl they knew months prior was gone.

“Are you still writing Doug, Devs?” Anika asked as the girls stood on the grass outside the tower, anxiously awaiting Dye’s arrival. It seemed that the entire base had managed to crowd around the tower and hardstands, praying that Dye would make it back on his 25th mission.

“Yep,” Sorcha replied, popping the p as she stared at the sky, “he said he’s doing well and everything. He’s been writing Cormack as well, giving me updates that the kid refuses to tell me.”

“I still cannot believe nothing happened between you two.” Shiv shook her head in a mixture of confusion and slight disappointment.

Once Sorcha had departed from London, she and Doug exchanged information, writing to each other every so often. Their relationship was purely platonic, much to the dismay of the girls. His letters brought a sense of comfort to her as he wasn’t someone directly on the base, and provided a new perspective to Sorcha in a way others couldn’t. It was nice to be known as someone else, not being viewed as an overprotective sister or a woman amongst the crowd at the base.

“Devs!” Bucky's voice called from his Jeep, Buck sat beside him like always

“What do you want, Egan?”

“The boys have been wondering if we’re gonna reprise our act tonight.” Bucky’s classic smirk started to creep on his face as he toyed with the toothpick in his mouth.

Sorcha raised an eyebrow at the man, glancing at Buck to see his reaction, “What ‘boys’ have you been talking to? ‘Cause I’m sure Buck isn’t one of them.”

Her comment elicited a low chuckle from the man, “You’d be right with that, Devs. You’d probably scare all the new recruits.”

“That’s what I live for, Buck!” Bucky retorted, sending his friends an offended glance, “C’mon Devs, you know you want to.”

“I’ll get back to you when I’m a few drinks in.”

Sorcha’s response seemed to satisfy Egan, giving her companions a short nod and wave before speeding off again. The loud buzzing of a B-17 sounded from afar, accompanied by a barrage of flares. A chorus of cheers rang across the field as Dye’s fort approached the tower, everyone overjoyed that one of their men was finally going home. Sorcha embraced Lilibet in a fierce hug as tears fell from their eyes. Though they barely knew the man, Dye’s return signaled hope and a wave of emotion over them. It was incredibly morale-boosting that Dye had made it to 25, proving to the men that it could be done. Dye’s return meant things were finally looking up at Thorpe Abbotts and maybe some good could come out of the war.

“I’m assuming we’re all going to the party tonight?” Shiv asked as she let go of Anika and Aileen.

“Who are we to say no to a good time?” Aileen piped up, causing the girls to beam at their friend.

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If anyone were to pass by the women’s hut, they would have thought the party for Dye was being held there. Shrieks of laughter and giggles mixed with the record playing in the back corner bounced off the metal walls, creating a symphony of girlhood. The girls had assumed their usual stations for the night applying the military precision they developed to the stages of going out. Per custom, Sorcha was on hair, tightly wrapping strands around curlers, always eliciting complaints from her friends.

“God, Devs! Could you be any harsher?”

“I don’t see you complaining when one of the boys compliments you.”

Shiv let out a small groan as Sorcha released the curler, a perfect spiral flowing down her back. “It’s not the only reason they compliment me.”

“Keep this up and I’m sending you out with the rest left in.”

Aileen erupted into a fit of giggles at the older girl’s words, causing Lilibet to smudge the lipstick she was applying. “Jesus,” Lil groaned as Aileen continued to laugh, “Could we shelve the teasing for later? I’d rather not go out with one of you having half a head of curlers and the other with lipstick all over her chin.”

“Sorry, Lil. We’re just having some fun! Aren’t we, ladies?”

“Why of course, darling,” Shiv put on her horrible posh accent as she spoke, annoying Lilibet further, “As proper young ladies, we wouldn’t dare look a mess in front of the boys.”

Shiv’s dreadful impression set Aileen into another fit of laughter. While Lilibet attempted to remain stoic, she only needed one glance at Sorcha’s beaming face to join in. The women's laughter meshed together to form a harmonious sound, their joy infectious to one another.

Once the laughter had subsided and the girls resumed their tasks Shiv dared to change the conversation, “Speaking of boys…” eyes darting between Aileen and Sorcha as she broached the topic, “Are you two lovely ladies up to a dance tonight?”

Normally the women’s attention would fall on Sorcha at the question, but this time it shifted to Aileen. The younger girl sat silent for a moment before speaking barely above a whisper, “I- I think I could be up to it.”

“No one would push you, darling.” Lilibet put a hand on Aileen's shoulder as a form of support.

“No, I know…” Aileen trailed off as she searched for the eyes of others, gauging how they felt. “I know I’ll have to move on at some point. It just feels like I’m betraying him somehow.”

Sorcha was quick to rush to the younger girl’s side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as tears started to fall from Aileen’s eyes. “Sweetheart, it’s a natural feeling to have. There’s no point in not feeling it, but on the other side is good. Curt wouldn’t want you to be so hard on yourself.”

“She’s right,” Shiv kneeled at Aileen’s feet, grasping her hands as she spoke, “If anything, Curt would want to be hard on you.”

“Shiv!” Lilibet chided as a small smile crept upon her face.

“What?! I had to hear from the guy twenty-four-seven about how perfect and stunning Aileen is. Honestly, you know I’m not wrong.”

This reasoning elicited a sigh from Lil, giving up on trying to convince Shiv to be more appropriate. “So what do you say, Aileen?” Sorcha extended a hand to the girl, “How does a dance sound?”

After a short moment, Aileen took her friend's hand and stood up. A smile was plastered on her face as she rose to meet Sorcha, “Doesn’t sound too bad. Though my first dance won’t be with you.”

“What, why?”

“You always try to lead!” Aileen giggled in Sorcha’s face, “I love you, Devs, but you need to loosen up.”

“Nice to know Aileen is back.” Shiv chuckled as she took in her friend’s expressions. “Now, can we get going? Anika shouldn’t be the only one having fun.” Each woman gave an enthusiastic nod to Shiv’s plan, putting the finishing touches on before heading out of the Nissen hut.

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The sounds of Glenn Miller's In The Mood could be heard as the women approached the officer’s club. Men and women were constantly flowing in and out, some wanting privacy, and others returning to the party. A wide smile crept upon Sorcha’s lips as she entered, arm-in-arm with Aileen, Shiv and Lilibet right on their heels. The group immediately went to the bar, starting what would be a long night of drinking.

Men and women were packed around the bar, making it nearly impossible for Sorcha to order, but she managed to push her way through. “I’ll take two martinis and a whiskey.”

The bartender gave a quick nod of acknowledgment to her words, before promptly serving the drinks. Sorcha gave him a quick thanks as she struggled to get through the crowds without spilling the beverages. “It’s like a madhouse over there!”

“Well, we thank you for going to war for us.” Lilibet smiled as she accepted her martini, handing the other to Aileen.

“Anything for you, my dear.” Sorcha mimicked Lili’s posh accent, causing Aileen to giggle.

“You’re not drinking tonight?” Lilibet pointed at Shiv as she sipped her drink.

A sly smile made its way onto Shiv’s face, “I’m planning on scoring drinks off of the new guys. It’s a pretty easy task, just bat your eyes, and make them feel like they’re the only man on earth.”

Aileen was the first to protest Shiv’s plan, “Well that’s just- that’s just mean, Shiv.”

“You could join me if you want,” Shiv stated cooly “With that face and accent of yours, I’m sure you could find a couple of men who’d be begging on their knees to buy you a martini.”

A rapid flush came to Aileen’s cheeks at the compliment and light innuendo, “M’not sure if I'm that type of girl.”

“Oh, of course, you are sweetheart,” Lil stated, her tone making the reassurance seem more like a simple fact. “Doesn’t matter how you go about it, any one of these men would be lucky to even speak with you.”

“C’mon, let's size up the lads for tonight.” Shiv’s statement grabbed each girl’s attention, their eyes scanning the room for any potential candidates for Aileen. After no less than five seconds Shiv pointed directly at an officer who had just come into the room, “That one there, with the atrocious dance moves.”

Sorcha’s eyes caught onto his figure, Shiv’s words about his moves ringing true. She watched as he spun around, hands in the air, the teasing cries from who she assumed were his friends falling on deaf ears. An airy laugh escaped from her lips as she watched him, sipping her whiskey to cover it up.

“I don’t think he’s my type,” Aileen stated bluntly, “I wouldn’t be able to dance with him, it’d look like a complete mess on the floor.”

“Don’t be too hard on the poor guy, it's not his fault he’s not a good dancer.” Lilibet held back giggles as she spoke, also finding hilarity in the situation.

“Looks like his luck is about to get worse,” noted Shiv as the girls noticed Buck and Bucky approaching the men. Sorcha let out a small groan as she watched the brief conversation, feeling a smidge of empathy toward the men who had to endure Egan’s teasing. She continued sipping her drink while sizing up the room when Bucky’s sharp voice rang through the hall.

“Devs!” Sorcha’s eyes snapped up to meet her caller, shades of light embarrassment covering her face. Buck, alongside the new recruits, were all staring at her, each giving a quick one-over of the woman who apparently had the Major’s interest. She made quick eye contact with the pilot her friends were just ruthlessly teasing, offering him a small smile before her attention shifted to an approaching Bucky.

Buck's low laugh came as he watched his friend converse, still beside the men from his prior conversation. One of the crew gained the courage to speak up, “Is that the major’s girl?”

“Something like that.” Buck gave little time for the men to respond before bidding them farewell and joining the growing group around Bucky and Sorcha.

“Buck!” Sorcha cried as the man approached the group, “Please tell me you weren’t harassing those poor recruits?”

“I told her-”

“Oh be quiet,” Sorcha shushed Bucky with a wave of her hand, eyes focused on getting the truth out of her friend, “This one’s a liar when it comes to telling me anything. I trust you more than him.”

Buck’s lips turned up at the sight of his friends arguing, finding himself more on Sorcha’s side than his nickname companion. “Normally I’d agree with you, Devs. But in all honesty, he’s telling the truth.”

A bark of teasing laughter spilled from Bucky’s mouth as he was proven right, breaking into a little dance to deepen the annoyance etched on Sorcha’s face. She turned to him, giving a light shove to his shoulder enough for the man to stumble over. A chorus of laughter erupted from the circle, all finding a brief moment of joy in another's small misfortune.

“Remind me why I hang around you?”

Sorcha was still giggling into her palm as Bucky regained balance, annoyance plastered across his features, though his eyes betrayed him, a sign of mischief below the surface. “Because you love me.” The circle suddenly went still at Sorcha’s words, though her tone was airy, they wondered if there was any punch to her assumption.

“Oh really?” teased Bucky with a lift of his eyebrow and a smirk, “M’not sure if that’s true, Devlin.”

“Ooh, using my full last name, someone’s feeling serious.”

“You wanna talk serious, how about letting me have a dance?”

Those around stood with bated breath, the women excited to see Sorcha put the overconfident Major down a peg, while the men wondered if Bucky was about to be outright rejected. Their eyes moved back and forth between the pair, analyzing Sorcha’s contemplative face versus Bucky’s unfailing smirk. Sorcha eventually gave in, offering her hand, which Bucky grabbed immediately. The two found their way onto the dance floor, nearly the whole room spectating them as they swayed to the sounds of Duke Ellington.

“M’ surprised you didn’t turn me down, Devs,” Bucky spoke over the music, not caring who heard their conversation.

“Everyone’s made their assumptions about our pairing,” Sorcha shrugged as she spoke, eyes scanning the crowd, feeling every pair of eyes on her and the Major, “Truth be told, no one’s asked me to dance in a long time.”

“What about that English guy from a while back?”

Sorcha was quick to hit Bucky on the arm, not surprised he had mentioned Doug, but shocked at the casualness in his voice. As if they weren’t having a highly public conversation, “I guess he counts, but it’s not the same as dancing here. In London, no one knew me besides Cormack. Here, everyone knows everything about everyone. Plus, my slim chances have been ruined by you.”

Bucky feigned a look of innocence before spinning Sorcha around, “Me!? What have I done?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sarcasm dripped from Sorcha’s voice as she spoke, “Maybe being a woman associated with ought to do it?”

“The boys should know better. I can’t be tied down, especially not by you.”

A gasp escaped Sorcha’s lips as Bucky teased her, “Believe me Egan, I wouldn’t dream of tying you down. It’d be like having an untrainable dog in the house.”

It was now Bucky’s turn to look offended, “You wound me deeply, Devs.” True to his words, Bucky started to slip from Sorcha’s light grip, dramatically collapsing to the floor. An embarrassed flush rose in Sorcha’s cheeks as she attempted to manage Egan’s dramatics. If people hadn’t been watching them before, they were now, as Egan flailed on the ground, theatrical cries falling from his mouth. The giggles Sorcha tried to stifle were now flowing freely from her lips, her laughter infecting those around her. Between giggles she struggled to get Buck’s attention, his name coming out in strangled cries. Soon enough, he got the hint to come retrieve his friend and pull him from the floor.

“You two caused quite a scene.” Chastised Buck, though his face betrayed the seriousness of his tone.

“It’s what we do best,” Bucky wrapped an arm around Sorcha’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, “Who else would entertain the troops?”

“I’m sure we could find someone else.” Shiv’s voice broke into the conversation, the rest of the group from the bar joining. “Sorcha could do a solo show for all the men.”

Lilibet choked on her drink at Shiv’s words, “I’m scared to ask what your definition of a ‘solo show’ entails.”

Shiv was quick to defend herself, poising herself as a proper young lady, “I’m appalled you’d even say that, Lil. Am I not a woman of respectable stature? There are impressionable young women here who could be corrupted by such words.” Shiv covered Aileen's ears at the latter statement, to which Aileen protested.

“I’m only a few years younger than you!”

“Exactly my point, my dear. We must shield you from these Brits and their dirty minds.”

It seemed as if a permanent look of offense was painted on Lilibet’s face as Shive spoke. She was used to the girl’s teasing but wasn’t inebriated enough to bear this level. “You in the mood for another drink, Devs?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Shall we leave this lot behind?”

Sorcha gave a light nod before she looped her arm through Lilibets, the rest of her friends too engrossed in a new conversation about who Aileen would dance with to notice their departure. The two made their way back to the bar, which had become less crowded over time. As soon as they turned around from ordering their drinks, Bucky and Aileen were found on the floor, alongside Benny and Anika, as well as Shiv and one of the new men. “Seems like they’ve all found what they’re looking for.” Lilibet nudged Sorcha’s shoulder as she sipped her drink.

“Aileen looks happy,” Sorcha smiled at the image of her friends swaying along to the slow tune playing, “She hasn’t been the same since Biddick. It’s nice to see her genuinely smile again.”

“She deserves it. We all deserve something like that.” Lilibet’s tone was laced with wistfulness as she spoke.

Sorcha leveled a glance at her friend who seemed lost in a faraway place, “Thinking about Andrew?”

The mention of her boyfriend snapped Lilibet out of dreamland, remembering where she was, “I miss him dearly. We got to call today, and I know it’s a blessing to even be able to hear his voice, but it’s not the same.”

A downhearted smile crept onto Sorcha’s face as Lil spoke, feeling partially sympathetic to her friend. “I know I can’t entirely relate, but you know I’ll listen to you babble on about Andrew for as long as you need to.”

“Oh, Devs,” Her eyes were filled with motherly emotion, wrapping an arm around the younger girl, “One day, hopefully sometime soon, you’ll be granted with feeling the way I do. I pray you’re not in the same situation as I am, but I know you’ll open your heart to love. When that day comes, you’ll find the man most deserving of your love in the same way I’ve been granted it.”

Tears threatened to spill from the corner of Sorcha’s eyes as Lilibet spoke. She quickly grabbed a napkin from the bar and lightly dabbed at her eyes, focused on not ruining her makeup that took hours to do. “You and your romanticism.”

“I know somewhere, deep down in that heart of yours, you want the same thing for yourself.” Lil leveled a serious look at her friend, her eyes soft as she spoke, “The girls and I rib you for it all the time, but know we just have your interests in mind. There’s no need to give your love to others without getting any back.”

“I have you though,” Sorcha spoke through a teary-eyed smile

Lilibet tutted in disapproval at her friend, “That’s true. But unfortunately, I'm a taken woman.”

“I could take Andrew in a fight.” Sorcha retorted matter-of-factly, a serious look on her face.

Her words caused the Brit to dissolve into a fit of giggles, gaining attention from others at the sudden outburst. “Oh, I would pay good money to see that.”

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What was once a lively celebration eventually faded out, and only a few men and women were scattered around the officer’s club. The usual suspects of Sorcha’s makeshift friend group were chatting around the bar, while Sorcha and Aileen sat in front of the piano. Aileen’s mood had shifted along with the party, her liveliness replaced with melancholy. Sorcha had opted to keep her company, needing respite from all the socialization and attention she had gathered over the night. The women sat shoulder-to-shoulder, Aileen playing a light tune as Sorcha faced her friends at the bar, all in light spirits. A soft smile found its way onto Sorcha’s face as she took in the scene. A new body made its way into her eye line, the pilot with the bad dance moves. She watched as he made his way over to Buck and Bucky, wondering how he had the courage to speak to the majors not once, but twice in the same evening.

“You’re quite the observer, aren’t you?” Aileen's soft voice broke Sorcha out of her thoughts, her fingers still moving over the black and white keys.

“What are you talking about?”

Aileen shot Sorcha a knowing look but didn’t answer her question. Instead, she started to play a familiar tune, causing Sorcha to perk up. The beginning notes of The Parting Glass sounded from the old piano, starting soft and slow. Aileen continued playing the melody, waiting for Sorcha to start singing along, nudging her to begin. At the younger girl’s pleading eyes, she gave in, softly singing, as if Aileen was her sole audience.

“Of all the money that e'er I had I spent it in good company And all the harm I've ever done Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To mem'ry now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be to you all”

As she sang, Sorcha’s voice carried across the club, catching the interest of a few bystanders, though most heard her voice as background. Aileen shared a large grin as they sang, once again forgetting they had an audience outside of themselves. Sorcha felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash over her as she sang. She felt as if she were home, though the meaning of home had changed since she arrived at Thorpe Abbotts.

“Of all the comrades that e'er I had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They'd wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I gently rise and softly call …Good night and joy be to you all”

Sorcha’s eyes began to water as Aileen played the final notes, laying her head on the younger girl’s shoulder. A silent understanding passed through them, both knowing the meaning the song held to one another. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Bucky’s voice rang out, “Aileen! Get over here!”

Aileen looked between Sorcha and Bucky, trying to see if it was ok to leave Sorcha alone. “Go ahead,” Sorcha urged as she cleared her eyes, “I’m all good over here.”

“You’re a saint, Devs.” Aileen chirped before hugging Sorcha and rushing over to the impatient Major.

Sorcha let out a soft chuckle as she looked to the ground, shaking her head at her friend’s behavior. As she lifted her gaze, Sorcha was met with a pair of stunning blue eyes, a soft look within them. She recognized him as the officer who had been floating in her eyeline all evening, “That was beautiful.”

Hints of scarlet painted Sorcha’s cheeks at the compliment and the handsome man who it came from. For the first time all night, she was able to get a good look at the man who had been briefly occupying her thoughts. He was movie-star handsome, she thought. His hair seemed gelled to perfection, falling into place with his pristine uniform. A bashful smile played on his lips as he awaited Sorcha’s response.

“Thank you,” She spoke in a soft voice, feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed, “It’s not a crowd favorite song, but I think it’s lovely.”

A pensive look crossed the man's face as he took in Sorcha’s words. It seemed that he was truly thinking over her statement as opposed to letting it pass by in the air. The two remained in a somewhat awkward silence before the man spoke again, “Robert Rosenthal,” He stuck out his hand before adding, “Though most people call me Rosie.”

“Rosie.” Sorcha let his name spill from her mouth as her lips quirked into a smile. She took his hand, shaking it for a moment too long. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but part of her was intrigued by the man before her. So what if it wasn’t proper to let a handshake linger? There were worse things that could happen. “Sorcha Devlin. Though everyone here calls me Devs.”

“Not too creative, are they?” Rosie laughed, Sorcha’s heart fluttering at the sound.

“I fear they haven’t spent enough time working on their nicknaming skills.” Sorcha agreed, “They must have something else going on to keep them busy.”

Rosie let out another chuckle, a permanent grin etched onto his face. “Unfortunately they didn’t cover nicknames in training.”

“Well, that's a shame. Makes a girl wonder what you’re learning back in the States.”

“You should write to the higher-ups,” Rosie began as he unconsciously sat beside Sorcha, feeling the need to be closer to her. “Get them to add something in the handbook about creativity and nicknames.”

All of a sudden the piano bench felt smaller than before. She felt her stomach flutter as Rosie sat beside her. Sorcha could feel the heat radiating off Rosie and could smell his cologne, and God was it an enchanting scent. Sorcha could feel herself getting lost in his presence, demanding herself to snap out of it. She finally turned her gaze back to his blue eyes, ones that were already looking back at her. A shy smile played on Rosie's lips as he gazed at her, awaiting a response.

“I- I’m sure we could make that work.” Sorcha stuttered. Unknowingly her face scrunched up as she wondered why she was acting so strange. Ten minutes ago she had been fine, standing beside Lilibet and entertaining Bucky, but as soon as Rosie appeared, all her banter and charm faded away.

“Is everything ok, miss?” Rosie’s voice was laced with concern. His mind replayed their brief conversation, analyzing every moment to see if he made a mistake. Surely he didn’t say something out of turn or offensive?

Sorcha nearly got whiplash as she looked at the man beside her, frantic hazel eyes meeting soft blue ones. “I’m so sorry. I just- got lost in thought for a moment.”

“No need to apologize,” Rosie’s soft smile aided Sorcha’s embarrassment, the flush from her cheeks fading away, “Just wanted to make sure everything was ok.”

“It is,” Sorcha responded earnestly. Her racing mind had slowed as she gazed at Rosie. Somehow this man who she had just met found a way to calm her constant nerves that were kept below the surface.

“So, Rosie,” Sorcha began, loving how gentle his name was. It was a name she believed she could never get sick of saying. “Tell me about yourself.”

Rosie contemplated the question for a moment before turning to face Sorcha, nearly going speechless at the soft look painted on her face. How he had managed to be sitting inches away from a stunning girl like her was beyond him. “Well, I’m a pilot.”

Giggles flowed from Sorcha’s lips at his statement. “I figured as much. Why else would you be here?”

It was now Rosie’s turn to be embarrassed, internally cursing himself for starting with something so obvious. “Maybe I'm just a fan of England. You know, I hear they have absolutely lovely weather.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Makes me miss New York weather, as finicky as it is.”

The mention of New York piqued Rosie’s interest, eyebrows raising in surprise. “You’re from New York?”

“Born and raised.” Sorcha beamed with pride, “As much as I love being over here, I miss the place.”

“I know how you feel.” Rosie sighed, “I tell ya, there’s no place like Brooklyn.”

“Brooklyn’s nice enough, but I’d argue the Bronx is better.” A teasing smile was placed on Sorcha’s face at Rosie’s look of offense.

Rosie let out a scoff at her statement, matching her smile as he crossed his arms. “I think we’re gonna have to agree to disagree.”

“I’d have to disagree with that statement.” Sorcha shrugged, not wanting to give up her position on the matter.

Rosie was about to speak again before a feminine voice cut him off. “Devs!” He turned his head to see the group of women Sorcha had previously been with, all looking at him with analyzing stares. He would be lying if he said they didn’t intimidate him, knowing that women often convey unspoken thoughts through stares.

“Duty calls,” Sorcha sighed, wishing she could spend more time sitting on the tiny piano bench with Rosie, “We’ll finish, or really start our debate another time?”

“I’ll prepare my opening remarks,” Rosie said with a wide smile, once again sending flutters through Sorcha’s body.

Sorcha stood up, sparing another glance at Rosie over her shoulder. To her surprise, he was already looking at her with a grin, that damn grin that she had quickly grown to love. He sent an awkward wave her way, causing Sorcha to giggle.

“Seems like someone had a good night.” Aileen teased as she looped her arm through Sorcha’s.

Sorcha couldn’t help the smile that threatened to lift the edges of her mouth, a very visible blush exploding on her cheeks. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, her short encounter with the pilot was highly enjoyable. Rosie seemed unlike any other man she had met on the base. He held a gentleness that Sorcha found comforting. In nearly every other social encounter, she analyzed everything to make sure she was acting according to her own social rules. With Rosie, all anxiety faded away. Maybe her friends had been right to encourage her to step outside their small group, though she would rather die than confess it to them.

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