#his only options were to go to school part time + try to pass with his dyslexia which made him essentially unable to read
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irt poverty/homelessness + alcohol use (esp with @butchfeygelaâs tags on my post)- people really underestimate the function that substance use/alcohol use can have for someone who is unhoused. being unhoused is boring, cold, painful, + lonely. substances can allow the 8 hours panhandling to get the $45 you need for a motel to fly by. alcohol reduces your perception of the cold + can knock you out whben you canât sleep. substances can help you cope with the physical deterioration from malnutrition, constant stress, + sleeping outside. substances can provide social connection with others who you would otherwise not enjoy or help you cope with being alone.
not only that but- many unhoused people are stuck in a seemingly inescapable position. the pathway to financial stability or even housing is difficult or even impossible. in the wake of that hopelessness, the downsides of substance use start to seem insignificant. arrest? youâre getting arrested anyway for sleeping outside, peeing outside, standing in the wrong place, etc. physical danger? youâre already beat the fuck up, anyway, right? loss of relationships? youâve lost most people already. inability to keep a job? nobody will hire you + you canât stay employed, anyway, because you have no car + no shower.
perhaps for you or me, the cons of heroin use or binge drinking nightly greatly outweigh the pros. that isnât the case for everyone. if we are really serious about ending overdose/addiction, we need to start looking at giving people lives worth recovering into instead of shaming them for their own hopelessness.
#i had a long talk with my dad once about how#my brother sank into so much financial despair#that he was never going to be able to find#a livable job or housing (eviction record#plus bad credit plus#arrest record ofc#he was going to be forced into poverty for the rest of his life#the only job prospects he had were menial shit jobs#he once worked at one of those chicken butchering places#it was the only place that paid him a living wage but he got fired for relapsing#his only options were to go to school part time + try to pass with his dyslexia which made him essentially unable to read#then work a horrible shitty job the rest of the time#while paying atlanta's outrageous rent prices#plus who is he gonna room with?? all his friends are opioid users!#while he paid back all the debt he accrued from going to rehab#then MAYBE after like 6 years of school he could get a decent job#but his credit would be in flames for years his eviction record there for years#his arrest record + lack of driver's license limiting his employment..#sorry but i would have probably given up at that point too#not to mention his interpersonal + familial relationships up in flames + the shame#of the things he did while using hanging over his head#the only family member who didn't think he was an irredeemable fuckup (me) living a thousand miles away + about as broke as him#substance use#harm reduction
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Private session part2 is needed!! We all know Barry can be a dick head and he actually considers adding the having sex with a stripper option to customers when y/n finds out about this she obviously mad and saying no but when rafe finds outs about this heâs obviously mad and goes to Barry pissed saying wtf is this he obviously dose not want y/n to have sex with anyone else but him
Private Session - part two
Part One
Summary: Rafe likes to watch reader while she works as a stripper. He asks for a private session in which he'll pay a large amount for her time. Rafe takes her home and uses her however he pleases. When he finds out Barry has been selling you to customers, he gets jealous, insisting that you must not sleep with anyone else.
Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe
Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs (Rafe and Barry do cocaine), bondage (reader is tied up), p in v, unprotected sex, language, SLIGHT degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering. SMUT SMUT SMUT!
Word Count: 4.8k
Author Note: Hey babes! I got this idea from this GIF , like just imagine he's sitting in the strip club throwing dollar bills at you like that. This fic is NOT proofread, it's almost FIVE AM and I have school tomorrow, well, today I guess...UGH. I just got this request and had to write this!! Also thank you all for the support on part one?!?!?! That's INSANE, I love you guys! I wanted to get this out asap for y'all. Sorry if it's actually shit, I'm so tired and also high. If you see any errors please feel free to correct me kindly! Thanks!
I promise I will work on The Watcher; I just got a bit stuck. Thank you guys for reading, I hope you enjoy! I love you all and stay freaky!
Credits: GIF from this post
Some time has passed since your âprivate sessionâ with Rafe. The first time youâd come back to work after your session with Rafe, Barry had talked to you at the beginning of your shift. Apparently, after seeing how much Rafe paid you for just one hour alone with him, Barry was inspired. He had told you that the club will now be providing a new âserviceâ to well-paying customers. Customers now have the option to have sex with the dancers for the right price. Barry knew better than to sell his girls out for cheap, so the cost is rather high. And thereâs typically only two types of men that have both the means and the money for it: the rich, old sugar daddies who probably canât even get it up on their own and the rich, horny assholes of the island, take Rafe for example.Â
When Barry had told you this, you were pissed. This was not in your job description; youâre a stripper not a hooker. You wanted to yell at him and quit. The issue is that when you got this job, you had signed a contract with Barry stating that youâd have to work there for at least a year or else youâd have to pay a fee. Knowing Barry, itâs a ridiculously large fee, ensuring that no one quit before their year was up. And itâs likely that the contract he made you sign isnât even legal. But you're not going to try and find out, knowing that even if itâs not, that doesnât matter to Barry. Heâll make you pay. And you donât have that kind of money, thatâs why youâre in this position in the first place.
Over the next few weeks, youâve noticed that Rafe hasnât been coming in as much. Not while youâre working at least. The few times he has come in, he hasnât been alone, always coming in with a few other kooks and barely paying any attention to you. Which is definitely not normal for Rafe. You just assume that since heâs had you now, heâs lost his interest. You expected that youâd be relieved when he finally stopped watching you like prey, but now youâre not exactly sure what you feel. Does he not find you attractive anymore? Did he just lose interest after finally getting what it is that he had craved for so long? God, was it just you; did he see who you really are and run in the opposite direction? You knew that whole experience with him was too good to be true.
Youâre snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the door to the back room open. Quickly, you grab one of the dresses hanging in your locker and slip it over you; itâs what Barry told you to wear over your lingerie when you do at-home sessions with clients. You turn, watching as your boss and none other than Rafe Cameron stumble in through the door. Rafe goes quiet, his expression going dead as he lays eyes on you.Â
âLookinâ goodâ, Barry whistles. âWhere you headed, princess?â He asks as he turns away from you, sitting on a chair. Barry leans back in his seat, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small baggie full of white powder. Youâve always ignored his side business, always pretending you donât see any of it. Which is what you do right now. Trying your hardest to ignore the fact heâs preparing a line on the small, glass coffee table, you finish up what youâre doing and close your locker a bit harshly.
âI have a client waiting.â You snap. You walk closer to where Barry is sitting and turn your back to him. âTie me?â You ask, holding your hair up and waiting for him to tie the complex strings of your backless dress. Though heâs currently busy doing a line of cocaine. Without hesitation, Rafe steps closer, his fingers moving to tie your dress. You donât have to see him to know heâs the one tying your dress. Your skin just immediately remembers his touch, causing chills to run down your spine at the flashbacks of that night. Rafe notices your slight shiver and smirks as he tries to figure out how the straps of your dress go. His hands linger on the skin of your lower back for longer than they need to and your breath hitches each time his skin comes into contact with your own.
When heâs done, he sits on the couch across from Barry, facing you. You turn back to them, not bothering to thank him. To be honest, youâre a bit pissed at him for starting this whole sex with customers thing. You know he didnât intend to, but heâs the one who gave Barry the idea.Â
Barry speaks up again as he wipes the excess powder from his nose. âWhen will you be back, I need you out on the floor.âÂ
I canât do fucking everything, you think. Although your words come out much more politely. âItâs an at-home appointment so probably an hour.â Youâve had this client before, he typically finishes pretty quick.Â
You hear Rafeâs loud breathing as he snorts a line which grabs your attention, making you briefly turn your head to look at him. You watch as he leans back, shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply as his high takes over. Rafe slouches in his seat, spreading his legs wide, making you quickly look away. Of course he notices how youâre reacting to him, he always notices everything about you. He crosses his arm and lets out a small sigh.Â
Rafeâs tone is sharp as he cuts in. âAt-home?â He questions, still trying to act as though he doesnât care about the conversation you and Barry were having.Â
Barryâs eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in the sight before turning to look at Rafe. âWe now offer a new service: you can fuck any of âem bitches now.â You make a face at Barryâs words, not liking how he described you and the other girls. Usually heâd never say that in the presence of one of his âbitchesâ, but Rafe and Barry always brought out the worst in each other; their behavior much worse when theyâre together.Â
âWait, what?!â He asks, sitting up a bit before calming himself down. He leans back against the couch, trying to seem all nonchalant. âSo, theyâre hookers?â He questions more calmly as he looks over to you. You recall having to tell him you werenât a hooker the last time you saw him. You scowl, hating that heâs trying to prove you wrong and rub it in.Â
âHookers, bitches, call âem whatever you want. I should thank you for giving me the idea. I mean, do you have any idea how much money this is making me.â Barry boasts. âAnd miss pretty princess over here is our top money maker.â Barry gestures to you as you stand there, waiting for your chance to leave. âShe brings in the most customers. Ainât that right, darlinâ?â You nod. Everytime Barry gets high, he doesnât fucking shut up. Rafe just nods his head dryly, leaning down to snort another line of the white substance from the table.Â
You take this as your queue to leave and you walk out through the door and back into the main part of the club. You walk through the crowd and search for your client. Leaving Rafe with a few moments to think in silence before Barry starts yapping about all the guys youâve been fucking. Rafe is fucking furious with this new addition to the club. He had never intended for Barry to take inspiration from his actions, he just needed you. And now anyone else who wants you, can have you. How is it that you could say that you donât go home with guys often, and turn around and go fuck a bunch of guys for a living right after? Was he just another client to you? Rafe canât take it anymore and decides to take action. He shoots up from his seat on the couch and storms after you.Â
As youâre walking, you feel a hand grip your arm and spin you around. Youâre almost chest to chest with Rafe as he speaks down to you. âWhere the hell are you going?â
âI have a client.â You explain, again.Â
âThe fuck you mean âa clientâ?âÂ
âYouâre not the only one whoâs willing to pay just to fuck me, Rafe.â You say coldly.Â
He chuckles, responding sarcastically as he stares down at you with his wide, dilated eyes. âThought you never went home with random guys?â
âI didnât. Until you gave Barry the idea of selling me out to strangers for a quick buck.â
Rafe sighs, his grip on your arm loosening. âThatâs not what I wanted. I mean câmon, you think I want other guys fucking you?â
The implication in his words shock you, but you try not to read too much into it. Before you get the chance to respond he lets go of your arm, letting out a deep breath and shaking his head. Without question, he pulls his wallet out from his pocket, flipping it open and looking up at you. âHow much is he gonna pay?â You stare at him blankly, confused in what heâs doing. He huffs out a long breath shutting his eyes for a second before bringing one hand up to snap in your face, grabbing your attention. âThe guy, yourâŠâ his hand waves around in the air, gesturing outwards as he momentarily stutters. â...Client, or whatever. How much was he going to pay you?â He speaks more slowly this time, as if youâre stupid or something.Â
âDepends.â You answer. The client youâre supposed to be meeting right now didnât have an exact time planned, but you know how much he typically has the stamina for.Â
He purses his lips, shifting on his feet. âBallpark.â He demands. His gaze darted between your eyes, constantly shifting to look at both.Â
Still confused, you hesitantly respond to his question, stuttering as you speak. â$800.â Immediately, he starts to count the money in his wallet, taking out the eight-hundred and then some. Rafe hands the cash out to you, but you donât take it right away so he tucks it into the low cut neckline of your dress.
âThere, now I take priority.â He takes hold of your arm again and drags you through the club and out into the parking lot. He walks you up to his truck, which you can now recognize. Rafe pulls the passenger door open for you and walks around to his side, climbing in and starting the engine. You know to get in, shutting the door behind you and buckling your seatbelt before looking over at him. Your stomach tightens as his eyes undress you. Rafe finally turns his head away, reaching over his shoulder to grab his seatbelt. Suddenly, itâs like the image registered in his brain and he whipped his head back to you, glaring at your thighs.
You noticed him staring at you, looking down into your lap. The super short dress you were wearing has ridden up, revealing the few hickeys that are spread over your inner thighs. His eyes find the others on your neck as well and he knows he wasnât the one to leave them. You try to keep your customers from leaving hickeys and other marks in your body, but itâs like the more you tell them not to, the more they want to. It makes Rafe almost sick to his stomach when he thinks about kissing you with those marks; marks left on your skin from other men. He canât stand it. Suddenly his mind is filled with images of you fucking other guys, he tries to shake out the thoughts but he canât; theyâre eating away at him. The two lines of cocaine from earlier not helping the situation, it only serves to intensify his anger.Â
As he drives he looks over at you. He starts to rant, his voice booming inside the small tuck cabin. âBet they canât make you cum four fuckinâ times in an hour, can they?â You only slightly jump when he startles you with the increasing volume of his voice. âThey canât fuckinâ touch you like I can, huh?â He glances at the road shortly, then he turns his head back to you. âNobody makes you feel as good as I do, yeah?â He waits for a response.
You catch the hint. âMhmâŠyeah.â You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.
When you get to Tanneyhill, Rafe comes to an abrupt stop in his driveway. He wastes no time before getting out of the truck and rounding the front of it to get to your side. Rafe pulls the passenger seat door open, grabbing ahold of your arm again. He tugs you inside, shutting the door behind you two.Â
As soon as you hear the door shut, his lips are finding yours and attacking them. In the moment, he decides that his bedroom upstairs is too far and he takes you into the kitchen. He continues to kiss you, walking you backwards until your lower hips bump into the counter; in which he grabs your waist and lifts you up to sit on the counter. One of his hands finds its way underneath your dress and between your legs. In quick movements, he tugs your lacy thong down and off of your body. Once they hit the floor, heâs pulling your legs apart; forcing them to spread wide so that youâre exposed and accessible to him. Your pussy grows wet in anticipation of what heâs going to do to you; which is something that none of the other men have been able to make you feel.
Rafe brushes a light hand over your cunt, groaning into your mouth as he discovers how wet you are for him. Not some random guy at the club, but him. He continues to kiss you, swallowing the small moans that try and escape your lips. His hands move to his belt, working on getting it off. Once itâs off, he pulls his jeans down and steps out of them; only breaking the kiss once. The next thing to go in his boxers; he slides them down and lets them pool at his ankles.
With absolutely no warning or further preparation, Rafe slams into you. You choke out a moan, tilting your head back. Rafe starts to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear just so that your cunt can squeeze around him even tighter as he jackhammers into you. âFuuckâŠso tight.â He groans. âDid anyone else fuck you like this, hm? Did anyone elseâs cock stretch you out like this?â He growls into your ear. His hand snakes around to the back of your head, gathering all your hair and tugging your head back so that you were looking at him. âThat was a fucking question. Fucking answer.â He demands.
âIâŠâ, you cry out as his cock repeatedly hits the extra sensitive spot deep inside you. A spot that nobody else can reach like how he does. âN-noâŠjust you.âÂ
âJust me, what?â He continues, enjoying your struggle to form words as he fucks you at this pace.
âJust you can fuck me like this.â You admit. Youâre not even saying it because he wants you to, but because you can honestly say that nobodyâs ever fucked you like how heâs fucked you.Â
âGood girl.â He praises. He runs a hand through your hair and slows his speed to a very slow, careful pace, admiring your features as your face contorts with pleasure. After about a minute, his hand finds your clit, his fingers rubbing harsh circles as his thrusts speed up to an unbearable pace again. He places a hand on your chest, pushing you down so that youâre laying with your back flat on the counter.Â
The cold counter adds to the intense feeling. He pauses for a moment to pull your shiny, little dress up past your hips to keep it out of the way. When he continues, heâs drilling into you faster than before, giving you the last bit of his anger through his thrusts. Your back begins to arch off the counter, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. And just as youâre about to see stars, Rafe pulls out of you and steps back, pulling his boxers back up from his ankles.
An involuntary whine escapes your lips when his touch leaves you and you sit up on your elbows, trying to figure out why he stopped. Except he doesnât say anything, he just lifts you up, carrying you upstairs and into his bedroom.Â
When you get into his room, he sets you down just before the bed. âShit, I almost forgot.â He mumbles. You furrow your brows and follow his gaze to his bed. On his bed sits a small gift box. You look back at him to find him staring at you. âOpen it.â The demands, his tone almost displaying a small trace of excitement.Â
You look back at the box, taking a few steps closer to the bed. You reach out to flip over the small tag on the box, it reads: âTo: my favorite hookerâ. Your breath hitches. Heâs so frustrating with his persistence of using that word, âhookerâ, when he knows you arenât one. Well, you didnât used to be one. But you have to admit, this seems almostâŠsweet, in a way. Sweet for Rafe anyhow. You fight back your smile as you reach both hands out, carefully lifting the lid off of the box, setting it on the bed. Inside the box lay some very beautiful, intricate lingerie; itâs clearly very expensive, judging on the fact that you canât even pronounce the brand name.Â
Rafe explains, âFor what I ripped last time. I told you Iâd replace it.â
âYou did.â You say, getting lost in his eyes for perhaps a moment too long.
âTake it out.â He instructs and you obey, taking the delicate lingerie out of the gift box. Underneath the set, you find another gift. A vibrating wand as well as some thick ribbon. The vibrator you understand, the ribbonâŠnot so much. You hold some of it up, turning to face him as if asking âwhatâs this for?â. Rafe understands what youâre asking and he responds vaguely. âYouâll see.â Clearly he enjoys keeping you on your toes, and you hate it.Â
After changing into your new lingerie, you exit his bathroom and walk towards his bed. Quickly he has you laying on your back. He takes some ribbon from the box and straddles your waist leaning over you as he ties each of your wrists to a separate bed post. He then did the same with your feet. Now youâre all tied up for him, spread out on the bed and vulnerable.Â
He leans down, hovering over you. He starts to kiss all over your body, his lips finding any open spot of skin on you. He pauses his kisses for a moment, leaning back up enough to look at you. He tells you, âDonât wear this at the club.â Rafe leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your chest. âThis is for me, yeah?â He mumbles, giving you yet another kiss. âMy eyes only.â you nod in response, you agree. This is way too expensive to be wearing to the club.
âYes, yes, only you.â You desperately plead.Â
Rafe chuckles and starts to kiss down your body, He makes a momentary stop at your chest, mouthing over one of your nipples through the thin fabric, his fingers rolling your other nipple between his fingers. His actions elicit a loud moan to escape your lips as your body tenses up, struggling against the restraints. You now understand the ribbon. Last time, he had used rope to tie you up and it would painfully dig into your skin. But the ribbon was soft, not causing pain to be inflicted upon you as your body reacts to his actions. His mouth leaves your breast, moving to the other side, ensuring that it wasnât left out. His hand also switches to pinch at your other nipple.
His mouth starts to travel down your body again as his hand reaches behind him on the bed to grab something. He mouths over your clothed cunt, making you whine and shiver underneath him; still sensitive from when he had teased you earlier on the kitchen counter.Â
You hear a vibrating sound, but before your brain could register what it is, heâs using the new vibrator he bought for you, on you. He presses it firmly against your clit through the fabric of your panties. Your arms tug at the restraints in response, your legs trying, and failing to close. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed and weak. Lying here helpless as he assaults your small bundle of nerves.Â
Rafe pulls your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He pushes the vibrator directly on your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body at the sensation. âF-fuck!â You cry, your abdominal muscles contracting as your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl. Rafe leans in, using his tongue to lap up the juices that drip from your slick entrance as he keeps the vibrator steady on your most sensitive part. âRafe!â You scream his name out as you cum, finally seeing the stars you were denied earlier, the build-up making it that much more intense.Â
He pulls the vibrator away, only using his tongue to work you down from your high. When your body starts to relax more, he stops and moves back up your body. He sets the vibrator aside and kisses at your neck, leaving new marks of his own; darker and larger than the others.Â
Youâre still in shock at Rafeâs decision to use a toy on you. You definitely werenât mad about it, thatâs for sure. Itâs just that typical guys wonât want to use a vibrator on you because they want to prove theyâre better all by themselves. Rafeâs definitely good at sex, thatâs just a given fact. But the confidence he has to use a vibrator on you, mixed with his skillâŠheâs fucking incomparable.Â
Rafe unties your wrists, letting your arms fall and relax. Next he moves to untie the ribbon that ties your feet to the bed. Once youâre completely free, he gives you a moment, knowing how tiring that was for your body. He knows you need to recover if he wants to get more orgasms from you tonight.Â
Though you appreciate his generosity, you want to help him out too. So you take him by surprise by placing your hand over his hard cock through his boxers. Except he still manages to be the one surprising you when he speaks. âFuckâŠthat feelsâŠsâso good baby.â He groans, but moves your hand off his dick. âBut let me take care of you, yeah? I know Barryâs got you workinâ a lot, hm? Heard youâve got the most customers, is that right?â He asks, his hands starting to squeeze and massage at you calvesÂ
âMhmâŠâ you agree, closing your eyes in relaxation.Â
Rafeâs hands move to massage your feet, knowing the tall heels youâre always wearing have to be causing you some discomfort. And he knows he assumed correctly when you let out a deep sigh at his touch. âNobody ever takes care of you, hm? Always just taking what they want and giving you nothing?â He leans in closer to your ear and whispers, âI like taking care of you.â Rafe starts to nip softly at your ear, making you moan softly.Â
After a while, his hands leave your feet, moving back up your body. He gently pulls off the lingerie, setting it on the bed beside you two. He takes a moment to revel in the sight of you, taking in what he is lucky enough to have in front of him. One of his hands finds its way to your slimy folds, gently running over your entrance. He gathers some of your slick and brings it up to your clit as he begins to rub it in steady, slow circles.
Finally, he pulls his boxers off. He uses his other hand to hold himself at the base, gently stroking himself a few times as he looks down at you underneath him. Without much more preparation, he pushes himself inside of you. This time, he moves slowly. His mind isn;t clouded from the effects of cocaine and anger anymore, instead he just wants to help you feel good. He wants to take him time, even though youâre likely not going to last long after your previous orgasm.Â
âShit, so fuckinâ wet fâme. Youâre always so wet for me, hm? Such a good girl. Such a good fuckinâ girl.â He groans, his mouth right next to your ear so you can clearly hear all his praises. âMâgonna have to talk to Barry for you. Canât have you fuckinâ those other guys anymore. This pussyâs for me; itâs mine.â His speed gets faster, his pace more erratic as you get closer, your cunt squeezing around him tighter; ultimately bringing him closer to finishing as well. âHm? You hear me?â
âMhmâŠâ you nod eagerly, getting so close to cumming that you can barely form a complete thought. âY-yes Rafe. Yours, fuck! Yours.â
He gathers all your hair, tugging on it so that your neck cocks back, giving him full access to mark it up. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck; sucking and biting at your skin. âOnly a slut for me, right? Nobody else, not anymore.â
âYesâŠsure, fuck, okay yeah!â You scream. The recognizable feeling of your stomach tightening just for the band to snap, making your back arch off the bed, pushing your body against his as you reach another orgasm. âOhhâŠnngghhâŠf-fucking shit!â You curse, your hand clawing at his shirt, trying to take it off. Rafe understands what you need and does it for you.
Itâs not long before he gets to his peak with the way you keep squeezing him; so wet that he just slips right in and out. But before he cums, he asks you a final question. âCan I?â,is all he says but itâs enough for you to know what it is that heâs asking. Heâs already done it before, so you donât see the problem, especially not right now. You donât even have it in you to say no even if it was what you wanted,
âMhmâŠplease. Please cum inside me, Rafe. I-I need it.â You admit.
Without wasting another second, Rafeâs movements slow down as he releases his load in you; painting your walls white with his cum. You could feel his warm seed spilling out of you, mixing with your sticky juices. When he pulls out, you feel empty. Your lonely cunt left clenching around nothing.Â
Rafe lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You never had taken Rafe for much of a cuddler, but heâs full of surprises tonight. You return the action, wrapping your arms around him and draping a leg over him.Â
After youâve both had time to recover, you still just lie there, enjoying each other's silent company. But you finally decide to break the silence between you two. âYâknow, I have to admit that it is kinda nice to be with someone who can get it up without taking pills.â You joke truthfully, referring to all the old sugar daddies that pay for your services. Â
Rafe chuckles at your words. He wants to say âI told you soâ, to prove that he knew nobody else made you feel the same as he did, but fights the urge. Instead he just laughs. âOh, I bet.âÂ
âDidâŠdid you mean what you said about talking to Barry?â You ask on a more serious note.
Rafe looks at you, admiring your soft, tired, fucked-out expression as he runs a gentle hand through your hair. âOh yeah, yeah. I can talk to him if you want. He usually listens to me.â
âAnd if he doesnât?â You ask.
âThen Iâll make him.â He reassures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âI started this, Iâm gonna fix it, okay? So donât worry. You ainât gotta fuck nobody you donât wanna no more, yeah? Howâs that sound?â
âThank you.â You mumble to him, your eyes starting to get heavy and droop shut.Â
âI hope that means youâll still fuck me.â He teases, petting your soft hair as he watches you.Â
You just nod, too exhausted to engage in his jokes. Rafe just smiles softly, appreciating the fact that he has you all sleepy in his bed; his arms. Of all the time he spent watching you and admiring you at the club, he never was able to imagine this moment.
He presses one final kiss to your head before closing his own eyes, pulling you in tighter. âIâll take you back tomorrow, that alright?â
âMhmâŠâ You mumble under your breath, already half asleep.Â
âGoodnight.â He whispers, pulling the covers over the two of you.Â
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pairings: beomgyu x reader
genre: arranged marriage au! childhood friends to lovers, theyâre both idiots
warnings: angstt, beomgyu is mean, kissing, suggestive language, part 2 likely to have smut, mentions of food, exhaustion etc (lmk if i missed anything)
w/c: 5.2k (im so so sorry)
a/n : somebody should lock my hands up because i genuinely cannot stop writing this ficđ. wanted to post this as a full fic but iâm pretty sure itâd be over the word count so hereâs part one. hope you guys enjoy!!
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Beomgyu who didnât think twice when his dad proposed the question to him. He was not one to be bothered by love or finding the right one and out of the options he had you seemed to be the best choice. Your familyâs knew each other and he has known you since you were babies and all through high school. You guys werenât exactly friends but you were always there for all the major events in his life.
You, who were taken by surprise at the news, felt even more puzzled out when you heard that Beomgyu had agreed to marry you. He could have any girl. Handsome and charismatic you wonder why he agreed to marry you. Sure, it made sense in a business sense. With you marrying Beomgyu itâd further cement the relationship between your families and really boost your dads businesses. Maybe Beomgyu had his own reasons like you did.
The wedding is a quiet affair, mostly consisting of family friends and couple of your own. The day passes by in a daze and before you even realise it youâre standing in front of Beomgyu.
He looked dashing in his suit. Beomgyu gives you a small smile before giving his vows. You repeat your vows and he leanes down to give a small peck on your lips.
Your families cheer for you and you watch as your mom cries, tears of your own falling down from your cheeks. Beomgyu quietly hands you his handkerchief and you wipe them away, thanking him.
Something in Beomgyuâs chest hardens at the sight of your tears. The marriage had been nothing but one of convenience for him and he wonders whether that was unfair to you. He didnât really know you all that well. You were quiet and kept to yourself a lot. But when you were really small you would read out stories to him while he dozed off next to you.
Now, looking at you standing next to him as his wife Beomgyu slowly realises how much time has actually flown by. Feeling his eyes own you, you turn around. Beomgyu is staring at you with an unreadable expression. You give him a quick smile which seems to break him out of his daze. He smiles back at you.
-.-
Itâs been a week of your marriage. You are slowly adjusting to his house trying to grow familiar with your new environment. Beomgyu leaves early for work and comes home late at night. You on the other hand do your job at the school. The new academic year has just begun and you were trying not to drown in your hectic schedule.
âHey, mind if I use your hair dryer? Mine seems to be brokenâ Beomgyuâs question brings you back to reality.
âHuh- yea- no, go aheadâ you tell him. You were folding your laundry. You and Beomgyu shared a room, but that was it. You didnât know when he came to bed or when he rose. The slightly rumpled sheets the only evidence that he had spend the night with you.
It was rare for you to be together at the same time. Being the weekend, it was your off day and you usually spend it at home passing your time doing one of your many hobbies. Beomgyu usually stayed in the study and you figure thatâs where he is probably headed after his shower.
Packing up your stuff in to your closet, you head to the kitchen. The dough you had gotten ready for the cookies wouldâve probably cooled by now. Opening up your refrigerator, you take out the dough when you hear footsteps. You look around to see Beomgyu making his way towards you.
âHungryâ he answers to your questioning look and you nod your head.
âWould you like some pancakes ?â You ask him, setting down the dough.
âUh- thatâs cookie dough, sweetheartâ he tells you with a smile leaning against the counter.
âDuh- I know, I made itâ you tell him rolling your eyes. âI have some batter left, but if youâre going to be a smartass about it, then I guess noâ you tell him going back to your business.
âNoooâ Beomgyu drawls out and you raise an eyebrow at him âPlease Iâd love to have some pancakes, if itâs not a bother for youâ he adds.
You try to hide your smile, picking up the batter. You look around and Beomgyuâs still watching you. âSitâ
âYes Maâamâ he sighs before sitting down on the countertop.
Beomgyu watches you as you work around the kitchen. Itâs still new to have you around his house, but he likes it. He likes the little decorations youâve put up on your bedside table. He likes the soft sound of your breathing when he lies down to sleep. He just wishes he had more time to spend with you. But business has been tough as of late. The new merger was taking up almost all of his time. He feels bad about leaving you alone immediately after your marriage but it is what it is.
âThere you go, banana or strawberry? Wait- donât answer thatâ you tell him cutting up strawberries for him.
âYou rememberâ Beomgyu says softly and you look up at him.
âOfcourse, canât remember the number of times Iâve had to drink banana milk because of you and your obsession with strawberriesâ you tell him disdainfully.
âYah- you liked bananas so was it really a sacrifice?â Beomgyuâs huffs at you before taking a bite of his pancake.
âHow is it?â You ask him leaning down on your elbows.
âDeliciousâ he answers with his mouth full and you smile at him before picking up a strawberry from his plate.
âWhat do you plan on doing today?â Beomgyu asks you.
âRotting on the couch with my new bookâ you tell him happily and he rolls his eyes which you ignore.
âWhat about you- lemme guess, hmm working!â You say tilting your head to the left and Beomgyu considers you for a moment.
âItâs called being productive, sweetheartâ he tells you sweetly.
âReading is productive and Iâm not your sweetheartâ you tell him mocking his tone.
âYouâre literally my wifeâ he deadpans, âIâm legally obliged to call you sweetheartâ
âOkay Honeyâ you tell him before heading off to the sofa and plopping down picking up your book.
Beomgyu is about to say something when his phone rings. He sighs before he answers. Work calls.
-.-
Blinking away from the brightness of the screen Beomgyu takes note of the time. Itâs nearly four in the evening.
He wonders if you have had lunch, heâs been completely focused on his work that he forgot about his surroundings, about you. Guilt grips him again as he makes his way downstairs.
Youâre passed out on the couch, the book resting on your chest. He wonders how long youâve been asleep. Gently pushing away a strand of hair, he is about to wake you up when a message pops up on your phone
Sunghyun đ€- Cant wait to see you tomorrow!!
Beomgyu scoffs. Who was this man ? Does he know youâre married? Why was he texting you ? WHY DO YOU HAVE A HEART SHAPED EMOJI NEXT TO HIS NAME???
âYou know, itâs not nice to snoop through someone elseâs stuffâ you grumble quietly and Beomgyu nearly jumps.
âFuckïżœïżœ he says clutching his chest. âI was not snooping, i was just waking you up when the notification popped upâ he adds on quickly.
âUh-huhâ you tell him holding out your hand for your phone. Beomgyu gives it to you before sitting down next to you on the couch.
You open your notifications. A couple are from your work friends and one from your mom.
You type out quick replies, before putting your phone back down and turning around to face beomgyu.
âWhoâs Sunghyun?â Beomgyu asks you looking down at his nails.
âHuh?â You ask, still disoriented from your nap.
âSunghyun. Who is he?â Beomgyu asks again impatiently. He feels angry at this Sunghyun. âDoes he not know youâre married?â
You take a look at Beomgyu before bursting into laughter.
âWhat.â Beomgyu asks you surprised at your reaction.
Youâre still giggling when you answer him, âSunghyunâs me friendâ you tell him.
âAnd why is that funny? Does he not know boundaries?â Beomgyu huffs out.
âNo silly, Sunghyuns a girl. And Iâm unfortunately not into girls, neither is she I believeâ you tell him grinning.
Beomgyu wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. He clutched the bridge of his nose as if to ward off the reddening of his cheeks.
âBet, youâre reallllyyy embarrassed right nowâ you tell him in a playful tone trying to see his face as Beomgyu hides it behind his hands.
âStopp, I was just askingâ he whines out.
âYeah, yeahâ you say smiling. Getting up you head to the kitchen to grab water.
âDoes Sunghyun not know youâre married??â You do your best imitation of Beomgyu as you sit back on the couch. Beomgyu looks at you with narrowed eyes.
âAlright Iâll stopâ you tell him. âWhat do you wanna eat ?â You ask him.
âRight now?â Beomgyu asks you wide eyes.
âYeah- you havenât had lunch yet, have you?â You ask him.
âNo.â Beomgyu replies.
âSo, letâs eat something. What do you want to have?â You ask him.
âYou havenât had lunch?â He asks you incredulously. His phone starts ringing again and Beomgyu mutes it.
âNo, I was waiting for you, guess I fell asleep thenâ you answer him, moving around your kitchen.
âYou donât have to wait up for meâ he tells you sharply and you look at him.
âI know.â You tell him curtly. Anger flares up inside you.
âNo, what I meant was- you donât have to wait like that for me, I eat whenever I get the time-â Beomgyu tells you in a softer tone.
âI got itâ you tell him. âWell, Iâm making pasta, would you like to have some?â
âNo- I mean- Iâd love to- but I have a meeting to attend to right nowâ Beomgyu tells you getting up. He doesnât understand why he gets muddled up with his words when heâs next to you.
âYou havenât had anything since those pancakes⊠you need to eatâ you tell him, irritatedly.
âWork callsâ he answers you curtly.
âOn a weekend? You donât see me answering mine. You need to set boundariesâ you tell him. Beomgyu is going through his phone, not paying attention to you.
âWell, my job demands this. And anyways how hard is it being a teacherâ The words are out of his mouth before he thinks through them. He looks up at you and youâre standing there staring at him in disbelief.
An awkward silence settles over the both of you. Beomgyu feels defensive and you feel hurt beyond words.
âRight. Um- guess Iâm making dinner for one then. Why donât you go ahead with your tough job?â You ask him turning away. You hate yourself for being sensitive like this.
âY/N- thatâs not-â Beomgyu starts and his phone rings again.
âWork callsâ you tell him, pointing at his phone before walking into your bedroom and shutting the door.
Left alone, in the hall, Beomgyu sighs in defeat as his phone starts ringing again.
-.-
Beomgyu is sitting on his side of the bed, looking through his phone with his earphones in when you walk in. You barely give him a glance as you tie your hair into its usual bedtime braid.
Beomgyu watches you out of the corner of his eyes. He feels restless and uneasy at the thought of your conversation earlier. He wants to say sorry and fix things with you but he doesnât know where to start.
You fluff up your pillows before lying down on your side of the bed, completely ignoring Beomgyuâs presence beside you. What he said to you was unacceptable and you still feel angry at the thought of it.
Scrolling through your phone, you respond to texts, giggling at a few from your friends. Beomgyu clears his throat but you turn away from him. You know itâs childish but you canât help it.
Beomgyu sighs once again before removing his headphones. He looks over at your back. He wants to reach out but he just doesnât know how.
You finally turn around and lie on your back. Youâre smiling at something on your phone and texting back rapidly
Beomgyu feels a spike of jealousy.
âDonât you have to wake up early tomorrow?â He asks you and you ignore him, which successfully makes him even more irritated.
Beomgyu snatches your phone out of your hand suddenly,
âHey-â
âI asked you a questionâ he tells you looking at you. You refuse to look back at him, trying to get your phone back, which he holds high up above you.
You try to grab hold of his arm but he is not even budging and you lie back down in frustration. Beomgyu tries to hide his growing smirk.
âI donât know Beomgyu- my job is anyways not that important so does it really matter?â You huff out. Staring at the ceiling, still refusing to look into your eyes.
Beomgyu leans over you, trying to catch your eyes and you turn away from him, but he grabs your chin, making you look at him.
âYouâre so childishâ he tells you. How dare he?
You push his hand away, getting up. Youâre about to get off from the bed when Beomgyu grabs hold of your waist, pulling you back in.
âLet me go-â
âNo- I donât care how angry youâre at me, we sleep in the same bedâ he tells you trying to hold you down.
âWhyâ you ask him struggling to free yourself.
âBecause itâs on our vows. In sickness and in healthâŠâ he starts
âYes not in anger and in spiteâ you finally stop struggling, lying still. Stupid strong man.
âGive me back my phoneâ you tell him.
âHere you goâ he says handing it over to you. âWho are you texting at this hour? Doesnât Sunghyun sleep?â He asks you, curiosity getting the better of him.
âWho says Iâm texting Sunghyun?â You tell him, adjusting the pillows around you. Beomgyu leans over you trying to read your texts and you push him away.
âGet your nosey ass away from meâ you say.
âWho are you texting? Does he know youâre my wife?â He starts again.
âOh my god- why donât I get that tattoed on my head âMarried to Choi Beomgyuâ maybe thatâd keep away everyoneâ you tell him tiredly, switching off your phone.
âWould make you infinitely more attractiveâ Beomgyu tells you lying back down.
You pretend to gag, setting up a pillow between you.
âWhatâs this for?â Beomgyu asks.
âI donât want you crossing over to my partâ you tell him, pulling the blanket over yourself.
âSo childishâ he mutters before turning off the bedside lamp.
-.-
Waking up you know somethingâs immediately wrong. Your body feels sore and a slight movement is enough to set you into a world of pain. You cannot be having a fever right now.
Youâre about to get up when you notice a pair of hands and legs thrown over your body. Beomgyu has you in his grasp. Clearly a pillow fortress is not enough to keep this man away. Turning around in his hold, you take note of his sleeping form. He looks angel like when heâs asleep.
Slowly extricating yourself from his arms you get up and your world shifts.
âWhoa-â you mutter grasping into the bed frame. Your ears ring and black clouds the edges of your vision.
You force yourself to walk upto the bathroom but your body gives up midway.
-.-
A thousand needles pin you. Or atleast thatâs how it feels. Your entire body is aching when you wake up. You feel disoriented for a moment looking at the white ceiling.
You jump up in shock when someone pushes you back down.
âYour ass is not getting out of that bed unless I tell youâ Beomgyu tells you roughly.
âWhat-â you start but it comes out more as a croak. You take note of his appearance. He looks a little rough. There is stubble on his jaw and he looks like he hasnât slept at all.
âWhy wouldnât you tell me if you were sickâ Beomgyu starts again. He is sitting by your side. The curtains are closed around your bed.
âItâs not that seriousâ you tell him carelessly, noting the flowers on the curtains. Beomgyu follows your eyes.
âI requested for a private room but only the ward was availableâ he tells you softly and your eyes snap back to him.
âHuh? No, I-â you start. He was getting this wrong. âI donât like hospitalsâ you tell him in a small voice.
âNobody doesâ he answers.
âNo I know- I just, can we go home?â You ask him voice wobbly and you hate yourself for it. Beomgyu looks at you in concern.
âWeâll go soon, waiting for the doc you know?â He tells you arranging the blankets around you. You take note of how youâre wearing his shirt. Did you vomit on yourself? What happened? You feel too embarrassed to ask.
âDid you miss work because of me?â You ask him looking at him with watery eyes.
âNo, no it doesnât matter right now, please rest Y/Nâ he tells you pushing you down again.
You cover your eyes with your arm not wanting for him to see you in such a vulnerable position. You donât miss the way he sighs.
-.-
Itâs nearly evening when your doctor visits you, going over a few medications and advising you to rest for the next couple of days he finally gives you the green signal to go home.
Beomgyuâs arm rests around your waist, supporting you into the car. You barely remember the ride back home, crashing into your bed the moment you reach home.
When you wake up, Beomgyu is still beside you. He is sleeping, neck bent at an odd angle and you gently shake him awake.
âWhat- are you okay? Do you need anythingâ he asks you bleary eyed and jumping up.
âNo-no. Calm down. Iâm alrightâ you tell him and he settles back down. He looks extra bear like in his sleepy state and your heart swells a little.
âGo sleep. Iâm alright now and you need to be in Office tomorrowâ you tell him.
âYeahâ he tells you smiling sheepishly, starting to climb into your bed.
âNo- not here. You shouldnât be sleeping next to meâ you tell him immediately, pushing him away.
âWhat do you mean??â He asks you confused still hovering over the bed.
âNo youâll catch my feverâ you tell him shaking your head.
Beomgyu stares at you for a moment before climbing back into the bed. âIf thatâs the case, Iâd have probably caught it by nowâ he tells you lying down and pushing you back into the bed.
You get up again, âI donât want you to get sick on my accountâ you tell him, stubborn.
âGod, just lie down Y/N, Iâm more strong than you thinkâ he tells you pulling you down next to him.
You cross your arms over your chest, annoyed. Beomgyu smiles to himself at the sight, before pulling you closer to him.
You look over at him and he is looking at you so softly that you feel shy.
âGânight Sweetheartâ he murmurs before falling asleep.
âGoodnightâ
-.-
Itâs been three days. Three days since you last went to School. Beomgyu is driving you up the wall.
âIâm FINEâ you nearly scream when he rushes over to help you as you get up from the couch that evening.
âAlright, alrightâ he tells you holding his hands up in surrender.
âI will be going to school tomorrow- NO- Iâm not asking your permission- I will be going to school tomorrowâ you almost stomp your foot in anger but hold yourself back.
âThe doctor told you-â Beomgyu starts and you cut him off immediately-
âTo rest for a couple of days. Itâs been three. THREE. I have so much of work to catch up onâ you huff out. âOfcourse my job is not a real job in your eyesâ Beomgyu winces at that, âbut I need to be there tomorrowâ
âOkay. Okay. But Iâll drop you and pick you upâ Beomgyu tells you. He can already see the arguments forming on your lips. âFor my sake Y/N, do it for my sakeâ he nearly pleades and you take a moment before nodding your agreement.
Atleast you get to go back to work.
âAlright, now, will my precious little wife do me the honour of having her dinner?â He asks you.
âDepends on what my precious little husband has cooked for dinner. If itâs another bowl of oatmeal, youâll be featured on tomorrowâs headlinesâ you tell him sweetly.
âWhy is my oatmeal that good?â He asks you wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and you hold back your laughter.
âWife kills husband in an interesting turn of events, wherein he served her oatmeal three times a day for three daysâ you do your best news anchor voice.
âHa- ha. Here comes the airplane, open your mouth woooâ Beomgyu answers back, settling down next to you and bringing a spoonful of, surprise, oatmeal.
-.-
âAre you sure about thisâ Beomgyu asks, yet again, sitting at the foot of your bed.
âYesssssssssâ you drawl out applying your lip gloss. You were wearing your normal white skirt and blue shirt, tying up your hair in a low bun. You glance at Beomgyu through the mirror. He sits ready for work, waiting patiently for you.
âHmm, which perfume should I wear for todayâ you ask more to your self that anyone else.
âThe one that smells like caramelâ Beomgyu immediately answers. You look over at him with an eyebrow raised and he shrugs his shoulders.
âAlright then, Iâm doneâ you tell him. âHow do I look ?â You ask him giving him a twirl as he gets up from the bed.
âHideousâ he tells you walking to the door, trying to calm his rising heart rate.
-.-
âOkay, leave. Now.â You tell him tugging off the seatbelt.
âGood day to you tooâ he mocks.
âAw, have a nice day my lovely pumpkinâ you coo pinching his cheeks before jumping off of your seat and waving him goodbye.
Beomgyu waves back his hand coming to rest on his cheek. He watches you walk towards the school. Your coat bellowing around you in the wind. He wonders if he shouldâve forced you to wear the scarf too.
Looking over, Beomgyu notices a kid running as if to catch upto you. The little boy reaches you and you immediately pat his head, giving him a lovely smile. The boy holds up his hand to you, and Beomgyu watches as you smile down widely at the boy before taking the childâs hands in your own.
Without knowing it himself, Beomgyu is smiling too, watching you.
-.-
A few days pass in the same manner. Youâve grown so used to Beomgyuâs presence that it feels weird to go to work without him.
Making him laugh was your favourite thing. To watch his whisker dimples on full display and his eyes form crescent moons, you feel warmth spread through you. Sometimes it scares you. You were bordering on falling for him that it terrified you. You knew this marriage was one of convenience and Beomgyu would never feel the same way but your heart continued to hope.
Also, you were driven mad with need. To have one of the most handsome men youâve met right next to you, laughing along with you was one thing. To have his hands brush against yours every once in a while, watching those thick veins work their way around a steering wheel was a completely different thing. Waking up next to him with his deep voice right next to yours, having him wrap you in his arms every night, albeit unconsciously was leading you to the edge of insanity.
Unbeknownst to you, Beomgyu was not faring much better. He has grown so attached to you that the thought of being away from you was unthinkable. Every job he did felt like a hurdle to reach you. He loved listening to you talk. You were so animated, hands flying around and having the most comic expressions, he wanted more and more. At the end of the day, Beomgyu was also a man. He knew you slept without a bra on. Your warm body pressed against his and your sweet smelling hair, the way you threw you head back in laughter, exposing your neck to him⊠Beomgyu felt like he was on a sensory overload.
Yet, he remained a patient man.
-.-
Beomgyu was working away on his laptop when you walked into his study. He looked up and smiled immediately. You were standing at the door, fidgeting, holding a cup and wearing your long camisole.
Beomgyu checks the time. Itâs nearly midnight. He just had to figure out this assignment before he slept.
âWell, arenât you gonna come in?â Beomgyu asks you and you walk upto his table.
âItâs hot cocoaâ you tell him before placing down the cup on the table. âDo you have a lot to do?â
âJust this one thingâ he tells you pointing to the graph âyou go ahead and sleep, Iâll come soonâ
You look over at the graph before you, leaning in to get a closer look.
âAhh, you canât figure out whether to sell or stayâ you tell him looking at the stock market indicators. Beomgyu looks at you in surprise.
âI know my stuffâ you tell him, âyou neednt look so surprisedâ
âIs that so? Well would my lovely wife advise me on what i should do then?â He asks you smiling.
You lean down further to see the graph and Beomgyu without warning pulls you down onto his lap.
You turn to look over at him. âWas this your master plan to get me into your lap?â You ask him, dragging the laptop closer to you and adjusting around him.
âSweetheart you literally came in holding cocoa, thatâs code for âi wanna sit on your lapââ he tells you
âGoofy assâ you reply rolling your eyes and Beomgyu drags you closer to him. His breath is so close to your ear that you find it difficult to concentrate on anything but you force yourself to look at the chart before you.
Looking at the rise and fall of the stock you analyse it further to understand itâs behaviour.
âHmm⊠Iâd advise you to stayâ you tell him quietly after a while.
âWhyâ his voice is close to a whisper and you try not to react to it, pressing your thighs together. An action not missed by Beomgyu.
âUhâŠâ you feel out of breath. Get a grip! You tell yourself strongly. âSee hereâ you tell him pointing at the graph. Beomgyu rests his chin on your shoulder looking at the place you are pointing.
âThe stock has always broken through every time it has hit a barrier and the highs and lows are getting closer and closer, so get ready for the boomâ you say the boom looking at his face and Beomgyu grins.
âHow do you know all thisâ voice so loving that youâre taken by surprise. He turns you around on his lap, so that you sit sideways, arms around his shoulder.
âI- uh- I used to do trading for dadâ you tell him in a small voice.
âWhy did you stop?â He asks you trying to look into your eyes.
âIt was not for me. I hate how obsessive I got with itâ how obsessive he got with it, you add silently.
Beomgyu rubs a soothing hand over your thigh and you resist the urge to shiver. He smirks at you and you roll your eyes at him, ready to get up, but Beomgyu holds onto your waist.
Beomgyu glances down at your lips and looks back into your eyes. Your doe eyed stare is enough to sent him over the edge, he pulls you closer to him, your body fitting perfectly into his.
âSomeoneâs eagerâ you tease him in a whisper, voice full of mirth and Beomgyu cups your cheeks with one hand.
âIâm your husband, sweetheart and husbands have rightsâ he tells you lowly, face getting closer and closer to yours.
âHmm⊠do they?â You ask him, acting like you were thinking about it. Beomgyu nearly growls at you, frustration building up inside him.
âEasy tigerâ you laugh, holding his face in your hands and placing a small kiss on his nose. Beomgyuâs grip on your waist tightens and he leans down to your lips, face impossibly close to yours.
âCan I kiss you?â He asks you before capturing your lips with his. The kiss is heated, Beomgyuâs tongue incessantly moving against your own as if to try and get back the last bit of cocoa from your mouth. Your head feels woozy and you try to calm yourself but you feel yourself losing control. You grip onto his shoulders and bite his bottom lip and Beomgyu moans into your mouth, the sound music to your ears.
Beomgyu breaks away first, eyes still closed as if trying to ground himself. Youâre not doing much better. Youâve never wanted anyone more in your life. Beomgyu grins at you and you try to kiss his whisker dimples.
âSomeoneâs eagerâ he laughs and you shake your head.
âOfcourse Iâm eagerâ you tell him, âhave you seen yourself?â You ask kissing him once more.
âJust - â Beomgyuâs phone starts ringing and you both look down at it. You see Kaiâs caller ID and try not to sigh. Do investment bankers not get the concept of sleep?
âFuckâ Beomgyu mutters. You get up from his lap, but Beomgyu tries to pull you down.
âBaby- just a minuteâ he tells you eyes apologetic and you feel bad.
âTake your timeâ you tell him softly before walking out the door.
-.-
Beomgyu is not beside you when you wake up. Slightly disoriented, you get up from your bed. What time was it?
Itâs only 7, you make your way down the stairs. Beomgyu stands by the kitchen, already dressed for work.
âHiâ you tell him groggily. âWhy are you up so earlyâ you ask him, plopping down on the seat.
âEarly meeting. We have a gala to attend tonightâ He tells you adjusting his tie.
âWhat.â You ask him spluttering.
âBe ready by 5â he says turning around and looking at you.
âBeomgyu, I have a parents teachers meet todayâ you tell him urgently.
âWell, get done with it soon. This is importantâ he says taking out his phone.
âBut- this is my job! I donât even have an outfit-â you start panicking.
âI know but this is really important. We need to be thereâ he says. âIâm sorryâ
âOh, are you really?!â You ask him angrily. You couldnât understand him. One day he was acting all sweet and loving and the next day, it was like you meant nothing.
âI donât have the time for this right nowâ he says walking to the door.
âWhen do you ever have the time?â You ask following behind him.
âKeep your voice down!â He tells you harshly.
âOh fuck you-â you nearly scream.
Beomgyu slams the door on the way out.
đ§this is the end of pt.1, hope you liked it đ„čPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE interact with this fic because it helps me out a ton and it feels less like iâm shouting into a void. xoxođ§
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Pursuing the Prefect- 3
3.7k words
Warnings: mentions of sex, teasing, oral sex [female receiving], fingering
Summary: Fred and his prefect continue to grow closer, but their relationship grows tense when he suggests a public date (soft Fred, dom (ish) Fred)
Author's note: Here's another part! I'm trying to build up a storyline in case y'all want this short fic to continue. Enjoy <3
Link to part 1, part 2
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Another week at Hogwarts had passed. You had spent a bit of time with Fred, sneaking kisses in empty classrooms and even spending Saturday night curled up on a blanket at the quidditch pitch. It was nothing official yet, but you were enjoying getting to know him.
It was already Thursday. The weeks were passing by in a blur. As a Sixth Year, you were focused on studying as much as you could before taking the entrance exams for an Upper School program in potions. It was difficult to get in, so you spent much of your free time cramming as much information into your brain as possible.
You walked to dinner with Cho and Beatrice, chatting about the Winter Ball coming up next month. Beatrice had been talking your ear off about Oliver Wood for the past week, and she was hoping that he would ask her to be his date.
"He's so dreamy," Beatrice swooned. "If he doesn't ask me to be his date, I might use a curse on him."
"Do you talk about anything other than Wood?" Cho snapped, clearly annoyed.
Cho's relationship with Cedric Diggory had been on the rocks. She had a bit of a jealous streak, and watching other girls fawn over Cedric got on her nerves. They'd been arguing about it nonstop for the past month.
"Cho, leave her alone," you said defensively. "She's allowed to be chuffed about Wood. You were the same with Diggory. I get that you're brassed off, but that's not Bea's fault."
Cho glared at you, huffing. She knew you were right. "Who are you going with? Seems like Adrian is your only option," she said, veering the conversation topic away from herself.
"I'm definitely not going with Adrian," you said empathically. "I don't need to have a date, I'm not worried about it."
"Maybe Fred will ask you," Beatrice teased, nudging you. "He seems pretty fond of you."
"I'd rather go to the ball with a toad than Fred Weasley," Cho asserted.
"Godric Cho, pull the stick out of your arse, will you?" you said, clearly irritated with her.Â
You still hadn't filled Cho in about your situation with Fred. The only thing she would do is make snarky remarks and tell you that it's a bad idea. She was too worried about her squeaky clean reputation to see any value in associating with the Weasley twins. It pissed you off.
"I think I'm actually going to skip out on dinner, I'll grab something from the kitchen elves later. I want to get a start on my Potions assignment," you said as you had reached the Great Hall.
It was just an excuse to not have to sit through dinner with Cho. You could barely stand her recently, and taking some space felt like a good decision.Â
Beatrice squeezed your hand in a goodbye, and Cho only shrugged and rolled her eyes. You turned to head for the library, wanting some peace and quiet after dealing with Cho's attitude.
You were only paces from the library when you ran in to the Weasley twins.Â
"Hey birdie," Fred greeted you. "Heading back into your abyss?"
"My abyss?" you questioned.
"The library," he said matter-of-factly. "They should give you a cot so you can sleep there, would save you a trip to your dormitory."
"Have you two even seen the inside of the library? Or do your pranks occupy too much of your time?" you asked, crossing your arms and jutting out a hip. You raised your eyebrows at them expectantly.
George chuckled, enjoying the attitude that you were hurling at his brother. Very few people had the guts to stand up to Fred.
"You can show me if you'd like," Fred retorted, stepping closer to you. "Though I can't promise that I'll be much interested in doing homework, if you know what I mean."
You bit the inside of your cheek. These flirty showdowns were routine between you two, but somehow it was more embarrassing when someone was watching. Like George. But that didn't mean that you were going to let Fred win.
"I would be willing to tutor you again, Merlin knows that your grades need it," you said, closing the space between you and Fred. You reached for his tie, playing with the end. "It'll cost you, though."
George cleared his throat, an attempt at reminding you two that he was still there. It didn't matter though, both of you were locked in to this battle.
"Name a price, darling," Fred muttered, his hands ghosting underneath your robes and finding a place on your hips.Â
You looked up at him, trying to soften your gaze to appear innocent. You were going to put the nail into his coffin.
You stood on your toes so you could whisper in his ear. "I keep having a dream where you bend me over a desk in Potions class. That sounds like a sufficient payment to me."
You nipped at his ear before pulling away, grinning at him sweetly as if you hadn't just whispered something filthy in his ear. Fred stared at you, a slight blush in his cheeks in response to your words. He still wasn't used to your boldness.
"Are you two going to shag in the hallway or what?" George piped up, causing his twin to turn around and give him a slap to the chest.Â
"We were on our way to dinner. And I am still very hungry, in case you have forgotten," George said, directing his last sentence at Fred. It was a not so subtle reminder for him to keep things moving.Â
"Did you have dinner already?" Fred asked after giving George a glare.
"No," you responded. "I was going to get something from the kitchen elves later."
"Then why don't we do that," Fred proposed. "George, you can go on to dinner. I'm sure you won't miss me."
George shrugged and offered you a wave before he headed off in the direction of the Great Hall. You hadn't been intending to spend your evening with Fred, but you could think of worse things you could be doing instead. Like sitting through dinner with Cho.
"The kitchen elves love me," Fred said sarcastically. "You'll have to do your prefect sweet talking to get them to hand over the goods."
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After getting some sustenance from the kitchen elves, you and Fred ended up back in his dormitory. He wanted to show you the music player that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday last year. It was Muggle technology, and he found it incredibly fascinating.
"What is it called again?" you asked as you settled onto his bed. You propped yourself up with a pillow, waiting for him to work the music player.
"I think Hermione called it a record player," he replied, fiddling with the machine. "You have to put these records on it to make it play music."
He held up a few of the records in his collection. To you, they just looked like big black discs.Â
Fred finally settled on a record and put it on the machine, adjusting the volume. It was something you had never heard before.
"This is from a band called Mother Mother," Fred explained. "Hermione says that they're pretty edgy."
He finally joined you on the bed, leaning up on the wall behind him. You both sat there listening to the music for a bit, content without conversation.
"I've been wondering..." Fred started, looking over at you.
"Oh no," you teased. You jokingly put your head in your hands.
"I haven't even said it yet, you git," Fred replied, pulling your hands from your face. You grinned at him, and he grinned back.
"I wanted to know how you started dating Pucey in the first place," he said.
You breathed out. You knew that Fred was curious about your relationship with Adrian. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that you were dating last year, and it took most people by surprise when they found out that you had broken up.
"Adrian's dad is my dad's boss," you answered. "We've gone on holiday together every year since we were kids. The summer before 5th year, he suddenly fancied me. That's pretty much it, I guess."
"That's it?" Fred questioned. "You didn't put him through trial after trial like you're doing to me?"
He flicked at your thigh, emphasizing his teasing.Â
"Adrian was different. I was younger then, less experienced. And no one had been interested in me before," you said.Â
"There's no way that can be true," Fred said, adjusting his position on the bed. "You've always been pretty. I'm sure lots of blokes have fancied you."
"If they did, none of them told me," you replied, letting out a dry chuckle. This topic was a bit of a sore spot for you. You had always felt like you weren't pretty enough, as you hadn't drawn the attention of the boys like some of the other girls at Hogwarts. But this insecurity subsided a bit as you got older. Who needed attention from a boy when you could have good grades?
You and Fred sat in silence for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about what to say next.Â
"Of all of the blokes at Hogwarts, you chose a Slytherin?" Fred asked, half joking and half serious.
You slapped at him. "I don't care what House someone is in. I dated Adrian because he fancied me, and I was tired of all of my friends having boyfriends. Adrian is smart, and he's good looking. And whether you like to admit it or not, he's cracking at quidditch."
"Cracking is a bit of an overstatement," Fred replied. "Did you even fancy Pucey then?"
You shrugged. "I liked the companionship. We had always been friends. It wasn't difficult to turn it into something more. And I wanted to keep up with everyone else at Hogwarts who was snogging and shagging anyone they could get their hands on. Adrian felt like a safe option."
"So it sounds like you never really liked him," Fred said, leaning his head on your shoulder.
"I liked him, but I didn't love him," you answered. "He really loved me. And I still feel bad about that. But I just....my heart wasn't in it."
"Is that why you broke up?" he asked.
"Part of it. He wanted things to get more serious. Slytherin pureblood families are really intense about dating and marriage, and he wanted to consider next steps. I wasn't ready, and I wanted to focus on academics," you said. "I didn't want to break his heart. And I know that he still really cares about me, but I'm not cut out for a life like that."
"What, you mean that you don't want to be the next Narcissa Malfoy? I can't imagine why not," Fred teased, poking at your side.Â
"Shut it," you replied, slapping at his hand. "I'm not made to be a pureblood trophy wife who pops out perfect pureblood babies. I want a career."
"That makes sense," Fred said. "You've got enough brains to do anything. So what would you want to do?"
"I want to go to Upper School for Potions," you said. Every time you talked about it, it sounded far away and impossible. "I don't know where I'll go from there. I could make potions for hospitals. Or maybe I'll teach, I'm not sure."
"You'll be cracking at teaching," Fred said, a smile stretching across his face. "My marks in Potions were way better when you tutored me."
A slower song started to play from the record player, and Fred popped up onto his feet. He extended a hand toward you.
"Dance with me?" he asked, giving you a wink.
You tried to fight the smile that started to spread across your lips, but it was too late. You accepted his hand, wiggling off the bed and joining him.
He guided you to the center of his dormitory, placing one of your hands on his shoulder and holding the other. His hand found its way down to your waist.
You began swaying together to the music. It was a bit awkward and clumsy at first, but after a bit, it felt romantic.
"Do you have a date to the Winter Ball yet?" Fred asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know," you teased him, squinting your eyes and scrunching your nose.
"I would actually, because I'd like you to be my date," he said.
"I'll have to think about it," you replied, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of an easy "yes".
"What, do you need a grand gesture?" he asked, squeezing your hip. A lopsided grin was on his lips.Â
"The only thing I need is time to think about it," you replied, cocking your head slightly at him.
You leaned your head onto his chest, finally closing the small gap between the two of you. You stayed like this for at least one whole song.
"Birdie?" Fred said, a question clearly on the horizon.
"Yes, Fred?" you replied, your cheek still pressed against his chest.
"We don't have to talk about it if you're not ready, but it's something to consider," he started.
"You're making me nervous," you said, pulling back so you could look up at him.
"No, it's nothing to be nervous about," he soothed. "I wanted to talk about next steps. Y'know, what you're comfortable with and what you're not."
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"Well....we seem to have a comfort level. We snog, mess around a bit. But I wanted to see how you feel about anything more," he said. "And I don't want this to feel like I'm pressuring you, I want to know so I don't overstep."
You could feel your cheeks heating up. Talking about sex in any context made you feel a bit flustered. At least Fred was being polite about it.
"Uhm...well...I'm not sure," you answered. "It feels like a big step."
"I know, birdie," Fred said, his hand moving to your back to rub soothing circles. "There's no rush. I want us to be able to talk about these things if we're going to keep seeing each other."
"Right..." you said, still feeling a bit sheepish. "I just...Adrian and I had sex, but that was only after he said that he loved me. I'm not sure that I'm made for casual hookups like some other people are."
"And that's absolutely okay," Fred replied. "I don't need to shag to know how much I like you."
You looked up at Fred. He was staring at you with those soft eyes again. His patience and willingness to communicate only made him more attractive to you.Â
You put your hands on either side of his face, standing on your toes to kiss him. His hands found your waist, pulling you in as close as possible.
Your kisses were sweet, and it felt like Fred was reassuring you that he didn't just see you as a shag. His feelings were genuine and his intentions were pure. Well....pure might not be the best word, but his intentions were good.
Your hands found their way down to his shirt collar, and you tugged at it. You pulled him back towards his bed, pushing him back onto it. You straddled him like you had the very first time you were in his dormitory.Â
He kept kissing you, his hands wandering up your thighs. Everywhere he touched felt like an electric shock, and you were dying for more.Â
"Freddie?" you said, interrupting your make out session.
"Yes?" he replied, a tad breathless.Â
"I need you to eat me out," you commanded, looking him dead in the eye.
Fred smirked. "Your wish is my command, birdie."
He flipped you on your back, propping your head up on his pillows. He resumed kissing you, biting at your lower lip while his hands gripped at your thighs.
Fred worked his way down, undoing your tie and unbuttoning your shirt in what felt like seconds. Your cheeks flushed as he took in your light pink bra. You hadn't considered that Fred would see you bra when you put it on this morning, otherwise you would have chosen something different.Â
"Pink? I love it," Fred commented with a smirk. He kissed along your collarbones and down to your chest, leaving a love bite between your boobs.Â
He made his way down to the top of your skirt. "I think the skirt is going to stay on this time."
His words were enough to make you want to clench your thighs together. He could feel your body tensing in desperation, so he graciously positioned himself between your legs.
Fred kissed along your thighs all the way down to your knickers. His fingers played at the waistband.
"You still want this?" he asked.
"Please Freddie," you whined.
He pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them onto the floor next to the bed. He worked your skirt up just a bit so he could see what he was doing.
Fred's tongue darted out, teasing you. You almost yelped, gripping onto the sheets to try to keep it together. You were so desperate for him that it felt embarrassing.Â
His tongue worked around your clit, purposefully avoiding where you wanted him most. He loved the whimpers that were coming out of your mouth. He knew exactly how desperate you were.Â
Fred squeezed your thigh with one hand and brought the other to your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb. His tongue worked its way down to your entrance, and your back arched off of the bed in response.
"You like that, darling?" he asked, pausing for a moment.
You only nodded in response, unable to get any words to come out. Fred resumed, his thumb playing with your clit and his mouth teasing your entrance.Â
He pulled his mouth off of you, dragging a long pointer finger down to your entrance.Â
"Is this okay?" he asked before going any further.
"Yes. Please," you answered, burning for his touch.
Fred's finger teased along your entrance before finally pushing it into you, a whine escaping your mouth. He worked it in and out slowly, kissing your thighs and leaving love bites.
"More please," you begged, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach.
Fred obliged, plunging another long finger into you. He picked up the pace, and you were rocking back and forth to meet his fingers.Â
A number of profanities fell from your lips as you chased your release. Fred was admiring the sight in front of him, relishing in finally having his fingers inside of you.
"Such a good girl for me," Fred murmured. "So gorgeous like this."
You moaned in response, so close to your release. Fred's fingers had found the trigger spot inside of you, and he pounded against it again and again.Â
You finally finished, your back arching off of the bed. Fred slowed his fingers, working you down from your high. He kissed the inside of your thigh.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Fred commented, admiring your form as you tried to catch your breath.Â
He kissed a trail down your thigh, nipping at your hip bones. He left another love bite just above your hip bone. He loved marking you up, and secretly, you loved it too. His marks were nothing that you couldn't conceal with a glamor charm when needed.
Fred returned to your center, licking a stripe from your entrance up to your clit. You groaned at the overstimulation.
"Think you have another one in you?" Fred asked, massaging your thighs with his hands.
"You're going to be the death of me," you replied, ruffling his hair with your hand.
"That sounds like a yes to me," he smirked, placing one more kiss on your thigh before returning his attention to your clit.
He alternated between sucking on it and playing with it with his tongue, driving you absolutely mad. Your nails dug into his scalp, urging him for more.
"Fuck Freddie," you whined.Â
You pulled at his hair, causing him to groan into you. Your hips started to buck up to meet his mouth, trembling at how sensitive you were after your first orgasm.
Fred was determined to make you finish again. One of his hands wandered up to your chest, sneaking under your bra. He pinched and played with your nipple, forcing moans and whimpers out of your mouth.Â
"Freddie...so close," you breathed out, struggling to form words.Â
Ten more seconds was all you needed to find your second release, trembling and whimpering as you finished. You panted in disbelief at the boy who was able to get you to finish twice. You had a hard enough time finishing once.
Fred kissed along your stomach, working his way back up to your mouth. He finally kissed you on the lips, and you gripped at his hair to pull him even closer.
He pulled back, grinning at you. "Good?" he asked.Â
"Don't even," you slapped at his shoulder, giggling at him.Â
His head came down to rest on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, placing a kiss on the top of his head.Â
"I want to take you out on a date," he stated, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck.
"Where?" you asked, still playing with his hair.
"There's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend, how about then?" he said, picking up his head to look at you.
"I'll have to think about it," you replied.
"You are going, right?" he asked, sounding almost confused.
"Yes," you answered. Not a single Hogwarts student would want to miss out on a trip to Hogsmeade. Not even you.Â
"Then why not?" he asked, pushing the issue.
You readjusted so you could sit up. Fred sat up too, putting his back against the wall behind his bed.Â
"I haven't told all of my friends about you yet," you admitted. "Spending time together at Hogsmeade would make us look like...well, a couple."
"And you have a problem with that?" he pressed on, sounding a bit hurt.Â
"No, well....I just like how things are now. It's private. It's just you and I without other people getting into our business," you said with a shrug.Â
"So you don't want people to know that you've been seeing me," he stated, turning his head so he wouldn't have to look at you.
"No, Fred," you replied, reaching for his hand. He pulled it away. "I'm just not sure that I'm ready for something so public after Adrian. I need a bit more time."
"You're willing to sneak around and hook up in my dormitory but you can't be seen with me at Hogsmeade?" he said, now very clearly upset.Â
"Fred...." you trailed off, trying to find something to say. You agreed, it did sound that way. But you just weren't quite ready for a public commitment. The whole school would be buzzing, and you liked to remain out of the spotlight when it came to gossip.Â
"Please, just go," Fred said, still refusing to look at you. You sat there frozen for a minute, absorbing his words. You quickly dressed yourself, pulling your robes on and grabbing your back pack.
You headed for the door, turning over your shoulder before you left. "I'm sorry, Fred," was all you could say before turning the knob and walking out.
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yandere!gojo / he's also slightly higher-needs disabled coded⊠idk i tried to approach it as best as i could. it's an unfamiliar thing for reader and they're trying to process it / i very well may try to continue this because it is rotting my brain!! / 1.7k words
âSatoru⊠you need to eat.â
A full bowl of soup sits on the table before him untouched, his hands resting unoccupied in his lap and eyes trained on your figure as you circle around to stand near him. That piercing blue gaze is ridden with innocence, lips parted like those of a quizzical child, but they turn upwards into a pleased grin when you take a seat in the chair next to him.
Youâd prepared a rather simple dish, something you figured might be easy for him to consume and digest given his⊠peculiar state, but Satoru apparently had yet to pay any interest to it. He instead sat obediently in his chair just as you had commanded several minutes ago, unable to initiate the task of feeding himself, for he was much more intrigued from afar by your every move as you tidied the kitchen. It was as though he couldnât find the drive to function unless you were within an overwhelmingly short distance of him.
Satoruâs heart thumps now that youâre close, a burst of satisfaction rushing through his brain. Dopey yet stimulating chemicals. You are Pavlovâs ringing bell.Â
He is reminiscent of a child picked up from school by their beloved parent, or a puppy being reunited with its owner after a day at the vet, overcome with joy and unable to properly contain it. He leans forward and presses his lips to your neck as though that is the appropriate response to his elation, the crossed wires in his brain telling him that this is the sort of affection that will please you and is therefore the sort of affection he most desperately wants to give.
His condition was difficult to understand, and you wouldnât call yourself properly equipped to deal with it, but there was simply no other option but to try; Gojo wouldnât let anyone else try, the horrible rattling in his skull consuming him when deprived of your presence for too long. Yuuta had described the look in his eyes as âfrenzied and lost.â You were told that the infirmary still needed repairs.
Once he returned to this world, Satoru had been stripped down to his essence, bare bones, a creature of instinct, reduced to something quite simple yet difficult for the average person to understand. But you had to understand, or try at the very least. This was the new burden placed upon your shoulders; it was either soothe this new version of Satoru Gojo for the sake of the world, or find a way to send him back into the icy arms of death. You were often caught between which option sounded worse.
However, when met with the sweetest and most earnest of his smiles, your bones were frosted with guilt, and you regretted ever entertaining the idea of letting him go again.
You stumble over getting him to perform necessary tasks and be further than 5 feet away from you at any given time, because it seems that, upon his revival, Satoru equates you and only you with everything of importance in his life. Itâs more than a little unnerving given the fact that youâd never so much as even kissed prior to the loss of him, and now his neurons only fire off every happy memory heâs ever had of you, every positive thing heâs ever felt, no matter how stifled. You are his entire world now, and he canât even verbalize it, but as each day passes following his awakening, youâre starting to gather that much on your own. You canât be frustrated for long, however, because his cheerfulness is contagious, his enthusiasm making you feel loved even if it is somewhat smothering.
Is this selfish of you?Â
The man's lips travel slowly across your skin, pacified by your presence, your taste, and ignoring the grumble in his stomach. How does one differentiate the types of hunger? You donât attempt to fight him off, but rather exhale a defeated sigh in response. It hasnât been long since youâve been tasked with this responsibility, but it feels as though youâre frequently fighting a losing battle and failing him all the same. Itâs so peculiar, so very unnatural⊠but still, you have to try.
âSatoru, pleaseâŠâ you beg, voice light in his ear and a hand settling at his nape. His nerve endings come alive every time his name leaves your lips. The bell. âJust one bite? For me?â
That seems to do the trick, as youâve gathered. Satoru pulls himself back, hyper-aware of the tone in your voice and suddenly willing to comply. Heâs more than eager to accept the spoon into his mouth when you offer it, placing your fingers beneath his chin and carefully bringing the soup up to his lips. He swallows it with ease, the task literally more palatable now that youâve reminded him of how badly you would like him to complete it. Anything for you.
âThere,â you say, satisfied and offering a faint, exhausted smile. He grins widely in response and hums, no longer capable of words of his own, but his simple noise expresses his glee with efficacy. Satoru decides to punctuate it by pressing the tip of his nose to yours for good measure.
It feels wrong to enjoy these subtle moments of intimacy with someone who doesnât appear to be in his right mind, but who are you to say whether he is or not? Thereâs still an agency he possesses, a heart full of emotions, and a mind teeming with thoughts that you wish you could be privy to. He might be different now, but part of you wants to say with certainty that the old Satoru is still here with you somehowâyou can sense it. He chuckles at particular images that flash across the TV and still gets a kick out of teasing you to some degree. To diminish that seems like a disservice to him.
Youâre unable to deprive him of the happiness your closeness provides nonetheless; in fact, itâs obviously rather dangerous for you to even try and do so. Satoruâs conscious recollections are filled primarily with you, but his body is still more or less the same as it always wasâthe vessel of his clanâs power, the strongest sorcerer on earth. Youâre not sure to what extent he remembers how to control these abilities, but part of you doesnât wish to find out. For now, you care for him, placate him, re-learn him. Nothing is certain about the situation other than the fact that he apparently needs you now more than ever.
Your eyes soften at the warmth he exudes, and you wonder if he really remembers who you even areâor wereâto him. Itâs not worth pondering over for now, however. He needs to eat.
âAnother?â you ask, testing to see how willing he is to fulfill your wishes. Satoru often easily complies once youâve expressed satisfaction in him doing so, but all of this is still so new and experimental; you never know when he might decide to switch gears.
However, still smiling, he nods, and you bring another spoonful of soup up to his lips for him to swallow. It pleases you to see him finally getting something into his stomach, and he can sense it, taking it upon himself to further your agenda and simultaneously realizing just how gratifying it is to fill his belly.
âGood,â you say, and he feels rewarded. He is crowned by your praise. Exalted. You take him to the greatest heights with the simplest of words.
You place the spoon back in the bowl and Satoru takes it in his grasp, feeding himself without quarrel while you observe. Most of his motor skills appear to be intact as far as youâve seen despite the cognitive and behavioral changes, and if someone were to look upon him from afar, youâre fairly certain they would never know the difference. But youâre still trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together little by little, deciphering each bit of information and also determining just how deep his severe attachment to you really goes.
Why did it end up being you? Why do you suddenly seem to be the only thing that makes sense to him in this entire universe?
You canât answer that, he canât answer that, itâs just the way it is. Satoru doesnât need to know why you nearly consume his every thought, he just knows that you make him happy, and thatâs truly all that counts in his version of the world. Heâll chase it on instinct until death decides to take him again; heâll tear down anything that stands in his or your way, for you alone are all that he thinks he has left to cling to. Never matter the others that show concern for himâtheyâre nice enough, earning a small smile or even the privilege to touch before he shakes them off and seeks you out again. Itâs nothing personal. Itâs simply pathological.
Leaning an elbow on the table, you turn the possibilities over in your mind as you silently watch him eat. A life has been restored, but yours has been turned upside down, and you have to figure out just exactly what youâre going to do about it. You suppose that taking baby steps ought to be the best way to make progress, but how do you make space for someone like this out of the blue? Youâll have to give it your best shot.
Satoru finishes drinking down the remaining broth of his soup, and you pose a question. âWould you like to go for a walk with me today?â
He sits the bowl down and looks over at you, eyes assessing your features and mind processing what youâve asked. He hasnât been out much in the days following his return, but you donât see any reason to keep him cooped up inside if he happens to respond well to a casual outing with you. Taking him for a stroll outside seems like a decent way to test the waters.
Satoru smiles and nods, recalling memories of how your hair looked when touched by the wind. Heâd be glad to accompany you outside if it meant he could see you glow in the sun, radiant and warm. The center of his universe.
âI think itâll be nice,â you remark with a grin, an ounce or two of weight being lifted from your shoulders at the positive shift in outlook. Baby steps.
Reaching out to take your hand, Satoru squeezes it in his own to convey his agreement. Itâs as if heâs trying to say, âeverything is nice when Iâm with you.â
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This part contains: Deuce Spade, Lilia Vanrouge and Vil Schoenheit.
Deuce Spade
âą Ace would have realized what was happening to Deuce faster than him. Spade had always liked you very much but he didn't even realize when his feelings started to go in a completely different direction. He stopped seeing you as just a friend and started to imagine what it would be like if you spent even more time together alone. Which with your friends always looking for trouble was really hard.
âą Ace would come up with several potential plans, each of which would backfire. The flowers? Ruined by Grim. The letter? Misplaced somewhere. Everything would turn against Deuce. His friend, tired of it all, would tell him to just get a grip because he had no more options.
âą To say Deuce was shaking the whole way to you would be an understatement. But in the end, he decided he had to be himself. Deuce wanted you to love him like that. So he went exactly as he was, at night when the thought occurred to him. In his pajamas, during curfew in Heartslabyul. He figured he'd admit it to the prefect in the morning, like an honor student.
âą When you opened the door for him, he said what was in his heart in one breath. He promises to love you just the way you are. Because he knows he's not perfect himself. He'll try to change, for you. Hard work is his specialty. So give him a chance and you definitely won't be disappointed.
Warning! This part contains spoilers for the beginning of the 7th book!
Lilia Vanrouge
âą This would be a confession that would survive many trials. From the very beginning, something drew you to him. Maybe because, as it turned out later, Lilia is a completely different student than everyone else at NRC. Because of his flirtatious behaviour, it is easy to perceive it as fun. Something seemingly non-binding. As if everything was fleeting for him because after all, he had lived so many years. That is why you would have to wait for a real, sincere:Â I love you.
âą When he announced he was leaving school, you were devastated. Here he was, announcing the news to everyone and you were standing at his farewell party, looking him straight in the eye with boundless sadness. Lilia truly believed it was for the best. Until Malleus decided to put everyone, including you, into eternal sleep.
âą When you woke up in Vanrouge's dream, he wasn't the same fae you knew. You didn't really want to admit it was him but with every passing second, you began to understand him better. All the reasons why he became who he was. The lengths he would go to when he loved someone. It was then that you realized that only now did you fully understand him.
âą When Lilia pulled you desperately to him in the dream, you didn't know what to do. He was your beloved but also a general who shouldn't exist anymore. His lips wandered for a moment. It wasn't a gentle kiss. Quite the opposite, it expressed hunger and longing. It said what words couldn't before the dream separated you. Now you have to do everything in your power to be able to feel it once more.
Vil Schoenheit
⹠Vil doesn't look for people who can't match his determination. He's got his life in order and knows exactly what his goals are. He's only changed the methods to achieve them. So when he realized how much he cared about the potato, he knew you had to grow up to that level of determination.
âą He gave you time to read the gestures that expressed romantic interest. At the same time, however, he was very direct. He didn't want to leave anything unsaid. He waited for you to realize it and ask directly. He loves you and is able to do a lot for you. He made it clear that you have to accept that his career won't go anywhere and will be an important part of your lives. However, if, despite this, you return his feelings, he will move mountains for you because he knows he can. When you were already sure that you felt the same way, he asked you out on a real date.
âą The date was classic and classy. A bouquet of wine-red roses. In addition, you, dressed in the best, elegant clothes that Vil chose for you two. An expensive restaurant and exquisite dishes that melted in your mouth. Afterwards, a walk. The starry sky above you, which turned into a cluster of torrential clouds halfway there. However, this gave you the opportunity to play a truly cinematic scene.
âą You will remember the kiss in the rain for the rest of your life. Just like running in the downpour to the nearest free roof, covered with Vil's jacket, while holding his hand. His sincere laughter is not something you hear often. It will play in your ears like a melody for a long time.
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teamwork (makes the dream work...?)
genre: enemies to lovers I guess? I'm bad at these đ
summary: one week, your usual work partner is absent, so instead you are seated next to a genius with attitude problems. it happens.
wc: ~500
A/N: if i can manage to be consistent for once, this will probably be a series because I haven't done one in a while. pls feel free to leave your reactions in the tags or comments! happy reading đ«¶đŸ
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Sunlight filtered through the large classroom window. Usually, you'd be seated right by it, letting the rays warm your face in the air-conditioned room.
Not today. Your usual partner was out sick, so you were moved to the back of the classroom. Blocking out the sunshine was the silhouette of a boy you had only seen in the hallways once or twice.
He had deep brown skin, with two neat cornrows cascading down either side of his neck and brushing his shoulders. You also made out an undercut, faded cleanly beneath the braids. There was a case meant for holding glasses sitting at the front of his desk, but no spectacles sitting on his prominent nose.Â
The boy was bent over his worksheet already, arm covering the page.
"Hey," you said with a pleasant upturn in your voice. A full thirty seconds passed. He didn't answer, so you try again.
"Um, excuse me-"
"I heard you."Â
The boy kept his eyes on his desk, brows knitted together with focus. He was making broad, sharp strokes with his pencil. His elbow moved for a moment, revealing not a sheet of math problems, but a piece of printer paper filled with intricate geometric designs. Precise lines come together to create the form of a caped figure. It has large, mechanical claws and a mask with sharp, wide eyes.
"That's a cool drawing," you commented. The boy's shoulders jumped to his ears as if he'd been caught before dropping back down. He finally looked up from the page and paused. Wide, brown eyes flickered across your face, trying to determine what to make of you.
"Thanks," was all that the boy said before returning to his sketching. It wasn't long before you interrupted him again.
"You not gonna finish your work?"
"I'm already done, that's why Ms. Jones put me back here and let me rock."
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.Â
"Well, excuse the fuck outta me," you muttered to yourself.Â
You messed with the sleeve of your royal blue uniform blazer in silence, weighing your options. Ms. Jones wasn't going to let you turn in another incomplete assignment, and this kid couldn't even be assed to say 'hello'. A deep sigh escapes your lips.
"Can I get your name, at least?"
The boy set his pen down with a slam, and looked up at you as if he'd just been asked what color the sky was.
"Morales," he deadpanned, with a slight roll on the 'r'.Â
"Which Morales?"
"Miles."
You hummed in slight recognition, having heard the name somewhere before, murmured next to you in passing.
"You Dominican?"
"Puerto Rican."
"Oh, cool."
"M-hm."Â
He picked up his pen again and began to twirl it between his pointer and middle finger, but held your gaze. You looked like you were finally about to get to the actual question.
"Well, Morales," you began with a smile.
Here it comes.
"Since you're done, can you help me with-"
"No."
You scoffed, "What's the point of being partners, then?"
Miles had already returned to his original position, scribbling away. He didn't look at you, this time.
"We not partners, ma."
...And so began the longest school week of your life.
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[TWST] "Confessions Through A Red Haze"
Summary: The perfect way to spend a four-day weekend? Go to a cabin and get into...unforeseen "troubles" with a prince of course!
Warning(s): Unknowingly taking aphrodisiacs (Both Yuu + Leona),
Side note(s): This is for @kimdourden for my follower potion event! <33. Thank you for giving me this juicy idea đïž âš (Now I have to proceed to see if I can chuck out a short comic based on this ideaâ)
I hope this is close to what you wanted! (Sorry to leave off on a cliff-hanger T0T. But hey, I like this idea so much that I think Ill just create a longer fic based off this tbh)
"Go on a vacation with me."
You didn't expect this would be how you spend your four-day weekend.
When Night Raven College decided to announce that the student population would be receiving a four-day weekend due to repairs and additions to the classrooms. You had made mental notes and plans as to what you wanted to do and accomplish during that timeframe! The most notable part of those plans? You wanted to spend some time alone.
It had been three months since you had arrived to this strange new world and already so many things had been happening! You could barely keep up, attempting to stay focused without subsequently losing your mind was a hard set of knives to try and juggle with. You thought that this vacation would have done you some good until...Leona Kingscholar, the Housewarden of SavannaClaw and the local arrogant prince, decided to crush all your attempts at being by your lonesome via his request.
And you had a mind to reject the offer.
It wasn't like the two of you were close in any way, shape or form! You disliked him and he disliked you, a fact that you were completely fine with. So...why were you in a cabin with him in the middle of the woods? Simple! Because his car decided to run out of gas all of a sudden and the once gentle pitter-patter of rain was becoming an all-out thunderstorm. Any attempts to look for help or some type of gas station to refuel had been crushed the second you two heard the thunder in the distance.
Although the cabin was in slight disrepair and lacked air conditioning. it was clear that it was nowhere close to a five-star motel. But it was the best and only option for you two.
Much to Leona's annoyance with each passing second, he thought he could feel something crawling on him as you two decided to hang out in the living room area of sorts. "How troublesome," He said.
"Maybe you should've listened to me when I said that I didn't want to go." The prince's eyes rolled at your words, he'd be blunt with himself when he said that there was no real reason as to why he asked for you to come with him, aside from the fact that Ruggie said he'd be busy this weekend going back to the Sunset Savannas. Although he could've asked anyone else...you, strangely enough, were the first person that popped into his mind.
Leona then turned to look at you, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as his arm was propped up on the arm of the couch he sat on. "Be more grateful, or are you always invited places with princes?"
You guffawed. "You're so full of it."
He smirked. "Am I?"
"Yes!"
"Hm, I wonder if your answer would remain firm if I suggested we do something more fun together."
His smirk grew when you turned your head away with silence, however, his senses caught onto the brief scent of...sweetness in the air.
You were fun.
Way more fun than Ruggie, perhaps that's what first made him begin liking you a little bit more than anyone else at this school. Not that he would be so quick to admit that to yourself, it had taken him a very long time for him to admit it to himself! Though he didn't know exactly when his liking towards you started, all he knew was that...he wanted to be closer to you. But until he was ready to make that first step, that or your clear lusts towards him reached their boiling point and you confessed yourself. He rather enjoyed teasing you.
A true lion knew how to wait for his prey to come to him.
Suddenly however, a scent of something sweet caught his nostrils. The prince's nose scrunched up at the smell. "What's that?" He looked around.
"What's what?" You responded, your head turning to him as he smelled the air before you copied his actions. It reminded you of a vanilla scent, mixed with a hint of chocolate that grew more potent with each breath, with each pull of the smell into your lungs as you began to feel yourself relax more and more. As well as grow...strangely hot.
You wanted to panic as you felt your vision starting to become hazy but as your eyes dragged over to Leona. You couldn't help that your thighs started to clench once more. The lion beastman was never ugly in your eyes, his strikingly handsome features, as well as the fact that he was a prince, was a juxtaposition to him being rude and lazy. Still, it seemed that the heart wants what the heart wants because despite those facts...despite you desperately trying to tell and scold yourself that you shouldn't like Leona.
Here you stood, vision hazy and silently pleading that he would just walk over to you and kiss you like you wanted to kiss him.
And as you focused on that fact, you had barely noticed he had walked up to you until he was right in front of your face, your eyes glued to his moving lips until...you leaned in to kiss him. A chaste peck, nothing more, but one that left the prince stunned as his eyes widened until they were almost comically large.
He'd been waiting for that since he had a crush on you.
But...judging from your smell, your clenching thighs, and how you looked at him as if you were in a daze.
This strange scent in the cabin was affecting youâno, the both of you. He was harder than ever in his entire twenty years of living. As he continued to look at you, all he could think about was fucking you into the nearby couch and making you his officially. But, he desperately tried to keep his mind afloat and free from letting his instincts and wants take over. No matter what this smell made him want to do, he wouldn't do it unless you were in the mindset for you to ask him to do it.
"C'mon, we need to leaveâ" His eyes immediately snapped shut, his teeth gritting together to the point it was almost painful as he tried to ignore your shameless moans the second he tried to help you up. And the way the sounds kept repeating over and over and over in his head, was maddening. "Quite your squeaking and get upâ"
"Nooooo...." You whined. "Leona, I really like you."
He rolled his eyes. "You're not in your right head."
You pouted, the adorable sight nearly making the prince falter. Almost.
"You like me too, right?" You asked, your voice almost a plead as you grabbed onto Leona's forearm tightly, begging him to look you in the eyes.
His mouth opened and closed before he nodded his head.
And that's all the confirmation you needed before you tried to lean in for another kiss, only for Leona to put some distance between the two of you once again. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes." Then you pulled him to your lips by tugging on his hair, ripping a raspy groan from the lion beastman as his arm snaked around you to pull you closer to his chest. The two press of your lips together made your nerves fire off as if they were being electrocuted every millisecond, your hands grabbing and pulling at the prince's clothing as he clumsily carried you to the couch before he placed you down and started to pull off your clothing. Whatever the scent in the air was doing, it made the both of you feel closer to wild animals in heat.
As if you couldn't get enough of each other.
And quite frankly? The both of you didn't want to.
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Diasomnia: When You're Sick
The last dorm, and probably the one dorm you donât want taking care of youâŠminus Silver. Hope you guys enjoyed this dorm series, I know I did. Now if youâll excuse me, I need to skedaddle back to work. Also the intro is the same for all parts, so if youâve read it once, youâve read it all.
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Diasomnia: When Youâre Sick
The worst thing to ever happen to you while attending Night Raven College had to be, hands down, getting sick. You were alone in the dorm with only ghosts and Grim to keep you company, and as much as you loved them, they couldnât take care of you when you became sick. This meant you had to make do and hope that everything was alright. Normally if you were under the weather, youâd just suck it up and go to class so as to not worry anyone. This time however, that wasnât an option.
You woke up with every muscle in your body feeling sore and aching with even the slightest movement. Your stomach churned something fearsome and you had a runny nose and cough to boot. You had no idea what illness you had fallen to. Having so many symptomsâŠyou could only assume it was the flu or something akin to that.
Still, there was no way you were making it to class like this. So begrudgingly you told Grim you werenât feeling good and needed to rest, and to go to class and get your homework so you could do it later. The demon cat was grumpy about not having his henchman, but eventually gave in, leaving you alone to rest in your room and hope that whatever you had would go away.
Malleus Draconia
Sebek will be the one mentioning you being sick in passing, noting how Grim had been out of control due to your absence. Thatâs all Malleus needs to hear before heâs sneaking away from his retainers and going over to your dorm. Thankfully youâre asleep when he appears in your room. Heâs standing over your bed, looking over you and placing his large hand over your forehead, noting that itâs warmer than it should be. This prompts him to call up Lilia to inform him of the situation. Thatâs where the trouble begins.
Malleus has no clue how to care for a human, so itâs already off to a rocky start. Lilia himself knows a little bit, as he had to take care of Silver. The thing with Silver is, other than the narcolepsy, he was always a fairly healthy childâŠaccording to Lilia. Really he just always missed the signs that Silver was sick or though it was just a quirk. So now you have two fae over your bed, trying to figure out whatâs wrong as you slowly wake up and meet their eyes. You might have a heart attack that devolves into a coughing fit as Malleus is frantically trying to help you.
Youâre going to be the one needing to tell them they need to get you the school nurse, and no this is not the time to experiment with treatments. Malleus does so, just because you seemed really adamant, and itâs a good thing. The nurse is nervous with both Lilia and Malleus in the room, but eventually manages to figure out how to take care of you, and even noting that the stuff served in the cafeteria is best for your recovery. Once Lilia knows Malleus has it handled, he leaves. Malleus is doing everything the nurse says, with a little flourish of magic, to make you get better faster. Heâs pretty good at reading you as well, so if you move slightly heâs already fluffing your pillow to make it more comfortable, and asking if youâd like more water. He can be very doting normally, and it only increases once youâre sick.
Malleus is going to be relieved, but also not trusting that youâre totally better. Be expecting him to take care of you for a solid week after youâre better, visiting you after classes and bringing you meals, as well as checking your temperature the entire time. Itâs not that he doesnât trust your word, he just doesnât trust the nurse having the best treatment plan. If he could have it his way, he wouldâve brought you to Briar Valley to have one of the doctors there check you over.
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia had just decided on a whim to visit your dorm the previous night, wanting to see what you were up to. When he found you curled up in bed shaking, clearly still asleep and unaware of your current condition, he decided to just stick around until the morning. After Grim leaves for school, he makes his grand appearance and is asking you whatâs wrong. Heâs not as concerned as he should be, since heâs seen Silver like this many times and his son has always made a full recovery. Still, he is a little upset to see you in such a state.
Heâs not the best, at all, but he kind of knows what to do. Heâs taken care of Silver while heâs sick so he assumes he knows what heâs doingâŠhe doesnât. If you had a fae illness, he'd be perfect. He could treat that almost as well as a normal doctor. A human illness thoughâŠwell heâs less experienced in that. Still, heâs going to try and do his best before calling the nurse to get whatever medications he needs to hand you. At least heâs willing to call in help once he figures out he doesnât know how to make you better.
Heâs pretty attentive, if not a little teasing while he takes care of you. Again, he knows youâre not dying so he can have a little fun with it. He will try to put some medicine on a spoon and pretend to be a bird as he brings it to your mouth. Show him the most unimpressed look and heâll break out into a fit of giggles. Just make sure when it comes to meal times, you request being brought something from the cafeteria, letting Lilia know that his seasonings would be too much on your stomach right now. He agrees and brings you proper food, even if he really wants to add something to it.
Heâs going to be over the moon when youâre all better, telling you how happy he is and asking if you want to do something fun now. Thereâs no resting time after being sick, heâs been so good the past few days waiting for you to be better, that now you need to go and do something with him. Heâll be happy if you agree to sit with him in his dorm room and play a few rounds of a video game though. Heâs just happy to have you back honestly.
Silver
Heâs another one who finds out through Sebek. Heâs half asleep when Sebek begins shouting about how youâre missing and Grim is causing havoc and how he wonât stand for it. Silver only hears youâre missing and after asking he finds out youâre sick. He knows just how bad it can be, being sick with nobody to take care of you. Most of the time Lilia didnât even realize Silver was sick growing up, so he was on his own. This is going to prompt him to go ahead and check in with you.
Silver is actually pretty good at figuring out what to do while youâre sick. Since he normally took care of himself growing up (even if half the time it was sleeping it off) he at least knew the basics. When he noticed you had a fever he was looking for things to help with it, alongside something for your cough and stomach. In no time he had all the things he needed to take care of you, and was able to do it without much of an issue. Good news for you, he is very quiet while he speaks to you, so you donât need to worry about his presence causing you more of a headache.
Heâs not perfect at it, but he tries to keep a good schedule up to make sure youâll be okay. He can cook you something to eat as well, that tastes pretty okay so he doesnât need to worry about running to the cafeteria before it closes. For the most part though, you both are asleep. In fact, sometimes you need to nudge him awake to grab your medicine, which he will sleepily do and mumble something about being sorry about falling asleep like that.
Heâs relieved to know youâre all better and that he managed to help you, but heâs exhausted afterwards. Let him crash at your place and possibly also check in on him to make sure he didnât catch whatever you had going on. Once heâs awake heâll just smile and say heâs grateful youâre feeling better, but he needs to get going since youâre both behind on school work. He doesnât need anything in return for helping you, but if he ever does get sick it wouldnât hurt to help him out. He was good to you, so returning that favor is neededâŠespecially since Lilia might not even notice Silver is sickâŠagain.
Sebek Zigvolt
Heâs going to notice right away once he sees Grim by himself, doing whatever he wants. Heâs going to say the only reason heâs going to check in on you is because the sooner youâre better, the sooner you can control Grim. After all, Grim being crazy can disturb Malleus and cause distractions, and he would be a horrible retainer if he allowed that to happen. Nobody but Lilia and Silver would comment about how he was more fidgety the moment he found out, and how he bit down on his bottom lip, gnawing it with worry for you.
Sadly heâs another one whoâs totally hopeless when it comes to taking care of someone else. More or lessâŠitâs a bit disastrous. Heâs too loud and causes headaches by accident, and he hasnât the faintest idea on human illnesses despite being half human himself. Normally when he got sick, nobody knew if it was a fae or human illness, so he was treated for both. Which doesnât bode well for you since heâs going to use that to try and treat you initially.
Once he realizes his efforts arenât making you better, heâs going to call Silver to help out. He doesn't want to bother Lilia for something like this, and Silver is the only human he likes other than you. Thankfully Silver explains what to do and Sebek will do so, but stumbles a bit. At least youâll slowly be getting better, and heâs not an idiot and will make sure youâre eating good food. Heâs determined to make you better, and eventually he forgets all about the horrible excuse he told others, letting his worry take over for you. After letting him know his voice is a bit too loud, heâs going to quiet down for you.Â
Heâs relieved to know youâre better and for a while heâs significantly less tense, and everyone notices. Lilia is going to be teasing him about it, making poor Sebek go bright red since heâs been outed for caring about a lowly human. When you thank him, heâll go back to the lie he told everyone else about wanting Grim to be properly handled, but the red on his cheeks is persistent enough to let you know that itâs a horribly fabricated lieâŠthough you wouldâve been able to tell either way.
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Hypochondria
part 2
Fate decided to play a little game and set up a disastrous dinner. Pulling heatwaves back and forth to prove that the path to hell is paved by good intentions.
warning: non-linear time line
21:10
"I'm sorry, but do you guys know each other?" she asked, with a tone of annoyance barely hidden behind a fake smile.
Lando froze once again, like he had many times that evening. It was not his fault. His soon-to-not-be girlfriend set this seventh circle of hell up. How was he supposed to respond to that?
Y/N hesitantly responded. "No, of course not. I mean, I've only worked with the team here for few weeks anyway."
Her words got buried in the stare down between Anita and Lando.
"Seems like you do, by the amount of questions you're asking" she said directly at Lando, fully ignoring Y/N at that point.
"If I had known her, I would not have had to ask questions, right?" he responded, failing at letting his sassy side dormant.
"Is that why you never ask me any questions? Because you know me?"
He bit his tongue. Lando was trying to be good.
Anita made her signature "I knew it" smile once again, which finally set Lando off.
"One asks when they want to hear an answer."
20:13
He was not late, right? Only thirteen minutes. It still passed. And judging by the quick glance he gave at the table, Anita brought a friend. She does that often, he had no idea why.
Sometimes he felt like a ghost watching his own life. Just sort of floating around, letting things happen to him. It was easy with his status. Almost like racing was the only time he really cared.
As he walked over to the table, lost in his own head, life gave him a pretty big slap to wake him up. Next to Anita sat the one and only, the one who had haunted his dreams and reality for decades by now. Frozen, as if his blood suddenly decided to start flowing in the opposite direction, he blinked as he watched the two share a laugh while Anita showed something to the girl on her phone. Seamlessly, as if they weren't defying the laws of Lando's universe. It was like that one time when two girls he kissed around the same time found him, having no idea what he had done with the other. Strange panic, excitement laced with guilt. It was that, dialed up to infinity.
A day had barely passed since he first saw the mystery girl in real time. Without giving him any time to absorb that information and decide what to do with it. He was getting angry, everything was going wrong. The painful truth hit him - he would fuck it up anyway. Like he always does. Feeling like a dried piece of fruit, he got back to walking over to the table of doomed dreams.
He had no plan going in. Well, no, he did. But he had about five plans that strongly contradicted each other. But god, destiny did not even give him time to breathe.
12:29
Another car flashed unbelievably fast right next to their station. She watched them with awe and slight terror in her eyes. Funny how the desire for a little thrill in the driver's lives makes them willing to risk it all. She understood this desire, but never shared it. Safe and sound on the ground, that's where she was happy.
Happy was probably overreaching. These past few days were flowing in a blur, somewhat missing her.
It's been only a few weeks since she joined the formula medical team. A strange choice frowned upon by almost anyone in her life. She was just out of school, finished her degree and was set up for a perfect career in some decent hospital. But no, the prospect of waking up everyday at the same place was the definition of horror for her. Her university years felt like torture.
Her free spirit caused few issues in her past relationship. House with a picket fence was not something she considered an option. At least not for another ten years or so.
There she was, sarcastic as ever because how else are you supposed to deal with a chronic pain. Well, pain was an exaggeration. More like muscle fatigue, on occasion sharp pains in random places. Nobody knew why or what caused it. This search for answers was what got her to study medicine at the first place. Still, years after, no answers. So she just lived and hoped not to die randomly one day.
This was the downside, the one she shared with the public. What she did not share, as it seemed not that important, was the irregular waves of pleasure she felt, usually late at night. Self induced orgasms, is what she concluded once she finally experienced one in real life. What was there to complain about? Nice way of spicing up the day without even trying. If it weren't for these, she'd probably be more active in seeking out the real deal. Ever since her break up few months ago, it was a full on dry spell.
She was a little bit lost after school. Formula track was an interesting distraction.
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Heatwave. It hit hard as the sun blazed into the track, as if the goal was to burn the whole area down. There were many instances of people crashing down and having seek medical attention. A busy day for Y/N. She loved it. Rushing around like a busy bee, helping around and chatting with all those interesting people attending the race. Lots of beautiful people. Some extraordinarily.
In front of Y/N was one of those heavenly looking people. Apparently a girlfriend of one of the drivers. Cheerful looking model, who apologized about seven times for being there. Y/N gave her some magnesium, gave her some advice on how much water she should drink and checked her basic stats.
"You're all good. Make to sure to relax, don't drink any alcohol today and you'll be fine," Y/N ended her examination with a smile.
"You're amazing, thank you! Can I snap a photo of you for my story? I'm happy to tag you," she winked, suddenly looking all better now.
"Thank you...Um, happy to take a photo, but no tags. I have enough stalkers already," she tried to get out of the slightly awkward conversation with a joke that did not land.
"I do too, awful, right?" she replied, in full seriousness. Y/N smiled, hoping a new patient would arrive soon while she let her search for the right light. Few too many snaps and fake smiles later, they both sat in the ambulance nearby the track.
"I think you're free to go. Of course, stay here as long as you feel like you need to," Y/N said to her, while filling a general medical report.
The girl shifted, looking more than fine again. In the corner of the eye, Y/N observed how she kept shifting and looking for her phone.
"Is everything all right?" Y/N asked, unable to stop herself.
"Um, I was sort of hoping my boyfriend would come to pick me up here. It would look really good."
Y/N smiled. "I imagine it would also feel good, right?"
"Yeah," she said, not in a tone that would suggest she felt any butterflies. She looked stiff.
Y/N took a deep breath, not sure why her mouth let those words out. "Whatever happens in the ambulance, stays in the ambulance, you know? Just throwing it out there in case you want to share something..."
A weak smile appeared on her face. A glimpse of realness. After few moments of obviously thinking it through, she allowed herself to speak freely. "Promise you won't tell anything to anyone..."
"I swore an oath one time, I think we can apply that to this situation." The medics were always told to provide excellent service to these people. Sometimes, it involved a little psychology as well.
Anita poured it out like an overflowing mug. "I'd love to be with someone who would drop anything to pick me up when I'm sitting in an ambulance. But, I feel like that's not coming anytime soon. He just...He just does not see me."
It was easy for most people to get raw in the closed safe space of an ambulance. Y/N had already heard many similar stories, despite being on this job for only few weeks.
"Does he make you happy?"
"Um...Not really. The sex is good. And the life that comes with him..." she seemed to loose herself in her thoughts.
"You should trust your gut. It's probably pointing you in the right direction," Y/N replied, trying to not push anything.
"You're probably right. He's the best thing around here, so why complain. Thanks! You're really the best. You sure you don't want to be tagged?" she asked once again.
"Sure, go for it," she said, hoping this would finally get the girl out and gave her the instagram info.
She felt an immense wave of embarrassment as she read the comment about how amazing she was.
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Lando felt a very familiar stroke of humiliation - well, he did not, but he knew who did anyway. Anxiety was not uncommon.
He was done with practice for the day and was staying behind with the engineers to further analyse. He ignored his phone for a while, only finding out his girlfriend had to go to the medics after she came back to the McLaren garage.
His first thought should have probably not been about a wasted opportunity.
"Hey, sweetheart, how do you feel now?" he said while holding Anita's hand and trying to find traces of her feeling unwell on her face.
She felt a bittersweet punch, obviously him checking up on her while she was gone not passing through his mind.
"Yeah, all good now. We have some good medics over here. I took a photo of them, so hopefully they'll get some boost online."
"Oh, can I have a look?" he said with an obvious interest. She smiled, hoping it was because he cared about her. She gave him her phone and saw him freeze for a moment.
Out of nowhere, he was staring into the eyes he longed to drown in. He never got a look this close at her. Not his girlfriend. The awkward smile he understood as if it was his own. It was like being taken over by a tidal wave. He knew everything about her, except her name. It was all really overwhelming.
20:15
Lando should have connected the dots. Anita was a bubbly friendly person, of course she would invite someone who had helped her, over to dinner, in case he himself does not show up due to some unforeseen circumstances. He sat down, without saying a word. "Oh, you're here, amazing!" Anita greeted him with a light peck on the cheek. Lando almost flinched away, physical contact with her suddenly feeling wrong. He kept his eyes down on the table, all of this being a little too much. "Lando, meet Y/N."
Finally. A name to a face. Strong sense of relief and excitement washed over him. Of course it was that name, it suited her vibe completely. The best name. He finally looked up and locked eyes with her for the first time. She was already looking at him and visibly gulped as finally joined her.
These few seconds before the silence got broken were more like hours. They both studied each other like astronomers who get absorbed by the beauty of a distant comet. One they'd only read about and one that's finally passing the sky in their lifetime.
"And Y/N, this is Lando-"
She knew his face, of course she did. But never paid much attention to it, as he served more like a concept, than an actual person to her. Sitting across from him however brought a sense of understanding. No wonder everyone liked him and many people obsessed over him. He was gorgeous, electric. Y/N was grateful for the table that put a physical barrier between them, as the urge to touch him, to test if he was real, overtaking her brain quickly. Like a siren luring her to jump into endlessly deep waters. She had a hard time believing that she would refuse. Her one and only thought was that a person like that is born once in a century.
Except that's not exactly true. But unbeknownst to her, they were soulmates. She was destined to be eternally delusional about him. He was fated to dance around her until the end of time.
"-my boyfriend."
Anita's words cut through like knife. Both of her dinner partners shifted, as if she had splashed them with cold water, and returned back to reality. A great cloud of guilt sat on the fourth empty chair, which the waiters forgot to take away, invisible to Anita, but smiling evilly at Y/N and Lando. And they hadn't even said a word to each other yet.
part 3
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Crave: Shota Aizawa x Reader
Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for those ages 18 years and older. If you are a minor, do not interact.
Contains: AFAB!Reader. Dom!Aizawa. Pinning to the wall. Teasing. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Female and male anatomy.
Author's Note: All characters are written to be adults because I am an old fuck :)
Long days haunted the two of you. Aizawa had long days of training, and longer nights of mixed activity, either spending nights in the school dorms or stopping villains under the starlight. You were pursuing your own desires, studying and working, coming home exhausted. Sometimes you didn't even have the energy to prepare a decent meal for yourself, just settling on instant ramen before falling into bed.
And Shota... You had no idea what must be going on in his head. You talked almost every day. He made sure there was enough room in his life for you, always. But you still missed him, still ached for him. Sometimes when he walked past, you caught a whiff of his scent and had to keep yourself from swooning. You hadn't spent the night together in weeks. You craved his muscled warmth, his rough hands... Simply his touch.
And, oh, did he miss yours. When you sat together at lunch, it was all he could do to stop himself from taking you right there in the teacher's lounge. He would catch the scent of your perfume, the fruit and blossom of your shower gel, and Aizawa became feral.
That was why, when he learned he'd have the night off from patrol, he'd immediately texted you, "I'm coming over."
You couldn't help but smile. Maybe you'd strip right then, so that you'd answer the door naked for him. Or maybe you'd leave the door unlocked and wait for him in some pretty lacy thing in the bed. No time for that. You'd go with the first option.
You slung a silky robe around your arms, letting it hang at your sides. Your breasts displayed in front of you, your nipples stood at attention. You waited for the knock on the door. It came quickly. Had Aizawa run here? Your heart jumped anyway.
You opened the door, and Shota's gaze met your eyes first. He had been telling himself that he was just coming over, that he wanted to spend real time with you. But you both knew that Aizawa was just as lonely as you were, just as needy and pent up.
As if some invisible force came over him, Shota picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing you inside. In one swift, slick movement he shut the door, locked it, and pinned your back against it, your hands above your head. The only thing really holding your weight was one hand and his strong torso. One second passed. Two. Three. Aizawa hadn't even kissed you, hadn't even touched you in any of your most sensitive places. But even as he stayed inches from your face, your eyes seemed to glaze over at his touch.
Usually he could play this part, could be powerful and dominant, could pin you to the wall and edge you until you were on the verge of tears. But today--not today. Today, he needed to take you. Now.
He pressed his lips to yours. Instinctively, your hands found purchase in his long, tangled hair. Shota's hand found its place on your jaw, simultaneously pinning you to the wall and claiming you as his own. Your lips moved to the skin on his neck. And suddenly, you were clawing at his shirt, biting at his flesh. It was like you were trying to climb inside his skin, remain in his touch for the rest of your days. You couldn't help but squirm against him, your bare sex rubbing against his body. You couldn't even feel any of his skin touching you there, but he knew how badly you needed him, too. You had to be dripping, thought you might cause a puddle to form on the hem of his shirt.
Aizawa didn't care.
As your teeth and lips and tongue slid over his neck, around his ears, Shota shifted his weight and moved to carry you somewhere more solid, somewhere he could get his pleasure too.
The couch. It was close enough.
He settled your bare body on the couch, your arms still desperately clinging to him. But he stood up, pulling out of your touch. You couldn't help but whine at the loss of contact. But you sighed at the sight before you as Aizawa tugged his black shirt over his head. "Spread your legs, baby," he purred, settling down on his knees in front of where you sat. "I want to look at you." You whined again at the thought. Just take me already, you thought. You couldn't stand being out of reach from him. "Come on, honey. I'm going to help you," he persuaded, running a warm, rough hand over your soft thigh.
Butterflies ruled your stomach now, your breathing heavy as you shifted your weight and spread your legs, awkwardly settling your feet on the couch on either side of you. "That's my girl," Aizawa crooned. He pressed a kiss to your inner knee, similar kisses creating a trail to where you needed his touch most. He caught your scent. Not your perfume, not your soap. No, the scent of your quivering, weeping pussy before him. You swore you saw Shota's eyes roll into the back of his head.
You threw your head back in protest. "Please, Sho," you whined, involuntarily wiggling your hips. If you could get just a brush of attention...
"Shh," he shushed, his callused thumb brushing over your more sensitive lips. "I just want to look," he clarified, his eyes locked on your pussy. His thumb weaved in and out of your heat, playing in your slick as Shota tried to tell himself he wouldn't cum just as he entered you.
But the sound of your whine, your desire--your need--for him... It was almost too much for him to handle.
You weren't sure when he'd unbuckled his belt and let his pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor, but you were pleasantly surprised when he stood up and situated himself above you. You wouldn't look away. Wouldn't even blink, you promised yourself. You had to watch this, soak in everything you could, remember this later--every single word and breath and movement.
Shota settled his tip at your entrance. His shaft was an angry red, bleeding into the warm dark brown hair at the base. You could feel how warm he was, even without him actually entering you.
Aizawa braced himself and took several deep breaths before he plunged deep into your wet, aching cunt. A groan escaped his lungs, and now he was watching your eyes roll into the back of your head.
On instinct you closed your eyes to take in the feeling, the pleasure. But Shota again grabbed your chin, tilting it so he was looking you right in the eyes. "Don't look away, baby," he commanded. "I want you to remember every bit of this."
He began to pull out of you and plunge back in, over and over, again and again. And it seemed that you could feel every millimeter of his cock, every vein, every wrinkle. You couldn't help the way your mouth hung open, the way your lungs pushed out moan after moan as the pleasure intensified with every thrust of Shota's hips. And no matter how much you wanted to close your eyes, fall back into those habits from every other time, you didn't. You fought those habits to keep looking at him, right into his dark eyes. You felt him everywhere, all at once. Your hands tangled in his hair. His hands gripping your thighs and hips. His cock slamming against your cervix, bringing you shamefully close to that high you were so desperately craving.
It snuck up on you. And, out of nowhere, you tumbled over the edge into bliss. You couldn't help it. Your pussy clenched and pushed and squirmed around Shota's hard cock.
Aizawa pulled out before he had his own orgasm. He carried you into the bedroom.
That was just one of many he planned on giving you tonight.
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I lowkey kinda feel like writing smth for dr ratio but take this idea for now:
Revisited the 36 questions musical (music in it is so banger my god). Imagine you're one of dr. ratio's old classmates. An academic rival if you will. You part ways with him after high school. You could not imagine going to a university with him. You pity the poor students that do.
But he does come back into your life. You've seen him occasionally at your job. YOu do your best to ignore him, treat him like you would with any other colleague that you might have known. At an arm's length. You're not friends with any of them. You certainty would not treat him with more kindness than you would with any other person. Suffice to say, although petty, you had never gotten over how he was just always just barely a mark or two above you.
That was until you realized that the distance between you two was so great, that he was now your boss. You found out he was a professor in a university through the grapevine of your coworkers who can't stop swooning over him. You tried to ignore them, focus on your work, but today, they were loudly announcing that he was going to be the manager of your department. Strange, you think to yourself. He had never seemed to have an interest in your line of work. He had always been highly theoretical. You had turn to be highly practical. He was one meant for the sciences, while you could only surmount to doing practical application. You'd have imagined he would be doing things that were beyond what the mundane could comprehend. He shouldn't be here.
But he was.
WHILE being a professor at one of the top universities. Countless accomplishments, probably a wall full of certificates and awards. You had grown not to care about things like that. But it still felt that he was invading the one thing you were good at. Still though, you wouldn't let it bother you. In the worst case, you'd switch companies, maybe move somewhere else and he wouldn't be a problem anymore.
But Dr. Ratio seems to have different ideas. Management under his hand was very different. You were immidieately promoted to the highest rank, below manager. Much to your distaste, you had told him multiple times to promote one of your coworkers. They had much better qualifications for becoming a manager than you did. But alas, your protests always came to deaf ears.
Suddenly you were crushed by work, tons of pressure, and under his scrutiny. He was a big fan of doing big, risky projects. Ones that you'd always be responsible for if you failed. You'd try to politely deny his requests, but he'd insist, threatening that you'd be fired if you didn't pull through.
At one point you had just had enough.
You coldly place your resignation onto his desk. The box of your belongings was balanced between your hand and your knees.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"My resignation. I'm leaving." You say simply. "Don't try to convince me to stay. Working under you is simply not something I am suited for."
He seems uninterested. He raises an eyebrow at you. "Is that so? I was under the impression that you were doing quite well."
You didn't know whether you wanted to laugh or scream in that second. You were sure your hair was going to turn half-white before he picked up a goddamn clue. You suppose passing out three times and looking like you had your eyes punched wasn't a strong enough indicator.
"Ah... well... I'm flattered you think that way, but I really think it's time for me to move on...."
"And your plan after this is...?"
"Oh. Maybe work at someplace else." You lie, "I have a few options I can choose from, I'll probably end up working at one of those."
Dr. Ratio looks at your face, and then looks up and down. You stand there akwardly waiting for his approval to leave. You began counting down seconds. If he wasn't going to let you leave in the next two minutes, you'd walk out the door yourself.
"Why don't we sit down and talk first? Before you leave."
What? "Oh no sir.. it's fine... really..."
"It's been a few years since we've last seen each other and talked, hasn't it? I was wondering when you were going to approach me again. It's just a shame it's in this way."
He turns around and puts the sheet of paper into the shredder. You look back at him wide-eyed, debating on whether you would just walk straight out.
"Why don't you set your things aside? Maybe put them back on your desk? It's not like you'll be leaving soon. Unless you want to retire now?"
You open your mouth preparing to yell every curse word you can at him.
"Save your insults for later. Now tell me why you pretended not to recognize me for the past year I've worked here."
#Full fic material? maybe#Dr. Ratio#veritas ratio#yandere hsr#yandere dr. ratio#yandere veritas ratio#yandere dr. ratio x reader#dr ratio x reader#hsr veritas#dr ratio x you
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Arajin Tomoshibi/f!Reader/Marito Jin
Summary: A misunderstanding leads Arajin to realizing he's not quite over his crush on you; it's even harder ignoring his own feelings when you also manage to peak his volatile boyfriend's interest. A/N: This takes place in a AU without magic and honki people. Suggestive language, but no smut: part 2 coming soon! Enjoy! wc: 2.3k
âLet Arajin go!â
Marito felt something smack the back of his head, right dead center of his bun; he slowly turns enough to see you holding a ladle high above your head. You flinched, but held the utensil higher. Arajin shrugged off Maritoâs arm; his soul might have ascended from his body, seeing you standing in the middle of the street.
âWhat are you doing?!â
âItâs okay; you start running, Iâll hold this jerk off!â Your knees shake, threatening to buckle under you at the glare Marito is casting your way. âRun!â
âWa-wait! Itâs not what you think!â Arajin sputters, hands raised as he gets between you and Marito. âWhat are you even doing here? Mom said you were on serving duty today; just go back to the restaurant-â
âAra-teen, do you know this little beast?â Maritoâs lips form a slow, cold smile. âThat must be it; otherwise, I sure hope she has a good reason for attacking me so rudely on our date.â
âDate?â You blink, lowering the ladle to your chest. âArajin, youâŠknow this guy? So, heâs not bullying you?â
About ten minutes prior, you, a server at the Chu Chu Chinese Restaurant, had been tossing a couple of trash bags out in the dumpster when your eyes spied Arajin walking past with someone you didnât know. The taller boyâs arm was slung over Arajinâs shoulders and he was talking animatedly, but your immediate assumption was that this stranger was shaking down Arajin for money or favors. You didnât know at the time Marito Jin was in fact a gang leader, but currently youâre apologizing profusely for your âattackâ; Arajin and Marito sat across from each other at an empty table as you explained to them what was going through your mind.
âI feel so dumb.â You bow your head in Maritoâs direction specifically. âI really am sorry, I jumped to conclusions; Iâve been worried about Arajin having a tough time at school and I guessâŠI assumed the worst. Iâm so sorry, Jin-san.â
âIâll let it go this time.â Marito says coolly, barely glancing your way. âI wouldnât normally let you live after such an offense, but for Ara-teenâs sake, Iâll excuse your rudeness.â
Arajin gulped: thereâs no way he can tell you Marito is actually not only a juvenile delinquent but a dangerous psycho. No, itâs better you donât get involved in any of this; Arajinâs known you most of his life. His mother and yours had been friends forever and when your mother passed, you had been all but adopted. You made ends meet working at Chu Chu; you were earnest and hard working but something of a worry wart, at least when it came to Arajin.
âYou really donât have to worry about me,â Arajin tries to sound casual and breezy as you set down two cups of hot tea. âMarito might seem scary but he is aâŠwell, heâs veryâŠhe would never, uhâŠâÂ
Okay, maybe itâs dishonest to try and tell you Marito is a ïżœïżœïżœgoodâ person but Arajin really doesnât want you to be concerned; if anything, he knows Marito is going to be the first person to throw down on his behalf should anyone even try to hurt him. Now, whether or not Marito will be inflicting any of that pain himself, thatâs something Arajin canât quite say for sure.Â
âIs your head okay?â You look around Maritoâs head; you lightly touch the spot you made contact with. âI can get you some ice.â
âWow, you are wound up tight.â Marito slaps your hand away, but itâs more of a light swat than anything. âAra-teen, tell her to calm down and bring us food; itâs bad enough our date got interrupted, Iâm starving.â he whined as you left to fetch them some appetizers. âAlso, you didnât ask how my head wasâŠâ
âYou said it didnât hurt though,â Arajin grumbles under his breath, blowing on his tea. âI canât believe this. What on earth was she thinking?â
âIs she your guard dog? A little beast like her couldnât hurt a fly.â Marito snickers, teeth baring wolfishly. âDonât tell me she thinks you need her to protect you.â
âItâs more likeâŠsheâd step in to help anyone.â Arajin smiles a little himself; he remembers how hard you were shaking, the real fear behind your bold glare. âSheâs crazy, that girl.â
âHey, who are we talking about here?â You come back to their table with two plates loaded up with food. âArajin, so mean.â
âNo, I didnât mean it how it sounded!â Arajin scrambles to explain himself. âYou were really cool back there actually.â
âAw, come on, you and I both know Iâm useless in a fight; that was all a bluff.â You address Marito. âBesides, heâs the one who looks cool. I really like your hair and piercings.â
âFlattery wonât get you on my good side.âÂ
âNo, Iâm serious.â You tell him with some surprise. âIâm sure you get this a lot, but you could be a model or something; of course, Arajinâs still the cutest. Heâs off the charts when it comes to being a cutie pie.â
âUgh, donât make fun of me.âÂ
âCome on, no need to be modest in front of your date.â You tease. âHe knows what Iâm talking about, right Jin-san?â
âIâm an expert.â Marito agrees, fixing Arajin with a knowing look. âYou should see how cute he looks when-â
âKNOCK IT OFF!â
âSoooo scary!â Marito cackles. âIs your face red from anger? Or something else?â
âYouâre both awful.â
Arajin scoffs but inwardly heâs gettingâŠtingly. Itâs almost like both you and Marito are flirting with him, giving him all this attention. He has to remind himself youâre just being nice.
Marito takes a chicken skewer and tears a bite of juicy meat off with a satisfied hum. âHm, these are different.â
âOh that one is my recipe.â You grin. âArajin, do you like it?â
âItâs delicious.âÂ
âYay!â
Arajin feels his chest swell at the look of pride on your face; honestly he would happily swallow unseasoned glass shards by the spoonful if you asked him to. You were wrong: if anyoneâs cute itâs you. God, heâs only been back for a few months; Arajin thought by now you wouldnât have the same effect on him, especially now heâs seeing someone. To be fair, with Marito he wasnât exactly given a choice, but still.Â
âFeed me, Ara-teen!â Marito leans over the table and points to his open mouth. âI want a dumpling.â
âYou have hands!âÂ
Arajinâs cheeks flush and he hopes you donât notice. He uses his chopsticks to take a dumpling and pops it into his mouth, ignoring Maritoâs whimper, but hunger wins out and he takes a dumpling for himself.Â
âHere, donât forget the sauce.â Arajin slides the bottle over to Marito. âYou always eat too fast and forget to use it.â
âAw, thanks honey~â
âDonât. Call. Me. That.â
âYum!â Marito licks his lips eagerly. âThese really hit the spot.â
âI hope you like them; I still feel bad about earlier, so I doubled the portion.â You smile sweetly, hands clasped to your chest. âI made them with lots and lots of love, just for you two!â
Arajin almost chokes when your hands form a heart shape; Marito pauses mid bite as you shoot them with a âlove beamâ and giggle childishly.Â
âChu!â You blow them a kiss. âPlease let me know if you want anything else; have fun on your date, Arajin-it was nice to meet you, Jin-san.â
Arajin can barely stop himself from staring as the skirt of your uniform flounces around your thighs and your hips sway with every step.
âI see how it is.â Marito leans over the table with a sly smile. âAra-teen, bad boy. Youâre practically family, arenât ya? Does she know about your little crush? Or were you childhood sweethearts? Donât say itâs so, Iâll be jealous.â
âNo, no, no! Weâre barely friends, my mom knew her mom, sheâs justâŠâ
But Arajin can tell Marito isnât buying his excuses; of course heâs thought about you that way.Â
âI liked her.â Arajin confesses quietly. âSheâs cute and she's a good person: I admire her, that's all."
Cute, brave, sweet, and only the most perfect girl and Arajin knows he doesnât have a chance in hell. Besides, you donât see him that way; he might as well be your kid brother, the way you fuss and act so protectively.Â
âI can see it now: two love birds who grew up together, getting married and running this place, a few kids maybe, real domestic. Blegh.â Marito rolls his eyes. âI bet your mom would be thrilled; is she planning the wedding? You're not just playing with me to pass the time, are ya?â
âYou know mom likes you; you shocked her maybe, but she thinks you're funny and cool.â Arajin replies with a small smile. "Not that she wouldn't be happy with anyone as long as they treat me well. The only thing that would make the old hag happier is maybe if you and I and-â
âWe all got together? You, me, and that little beast?â Marito picks up a dumpling, almost gingerly with his chopsticks, inspecting it with an odd half smile. âNah, more likeâŠa nervous little kitten who doesnât know how to use her claws yet. She needs training.âÂ
Arajin watches Marito carefully; heâs been acting off all afternoon. More so, at least.Â
"You heard what she said: besides, she hates fighting." Arajin remarks, passing Marito the whole plate of skewers. "Go on, these are your favorite right?"
"They're best when you make 'em though." Marito winks, basically salivating as he picks up another stick. "I bet you've had a lot of her cooking, huh?"
"Why do you keep bringing the conversation back to her?" Arajin sighs; his teas gone cold but he's too anxious to call you back over to bring more. "My mom teaches her and she has me for a guinea pig. Actually when she started cooking it was awful."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, always over salted or undercooked or burned, you name it." Arajin recalls various failed dishes he had been assigned to taste test. "She'd do it over and over again though. It was important to her. Mom would tell her food can be an expression of personality; I guess that's why she put so much effort into doing better."
Every time, you would go to him with a hopeful spark in your eyes; even now you're self conscious about how your food tastes. Arajin would say the practice paid off, but considering he would consume poison made with your painstaking care, maybe he's not the one you should've been going to for critiques.
"Her food tastes like her." Marito smacks his lips in satisfaction. "I taste it."
"The saying isn't really literal." Arajin smiles in exasperation. "What are you even tasting?"
Marito leans his chin on his hand; he has a much more subdued expression and the abrupt change on his demeanor isn't lost on Arajin. Marito is being serious.
"Filling warmth."
"Filling...warmth?"
"It's kinda like," Marito drawls. "There's heat in my belly; I already ate so much, I know I shouldn't eat more, but I can't get enough. Don't ya taste it?"
"Yeah, well," Arajin scratches his cheek. "I'd say it's comforting? Something like that."
âSo, you do have a crush."
"Marito, lower your voice please!"
"Says the one squealing like a little girl; gotta say, Iâm a bit disappointed in you, Ara-teen. All this time and you never tried to claim her? Normally you woulda been kissin' her ass and the ground she walks on, but you're holding back?â Marito asks, almost as if heâs genuinely curious. âYouâre so odd: fiery and bold one minute and all shy and timid the next.â
âI mean, weâreâŠtogether now, so what does it matter? Come on, it's not funny, Marito. We're on a date but you keep trying to-to goad me into flirting or something.â Arajin glances around, but no one seems to be paying them any mind. âYou act like you want me to make a move on her.â
âMaybe I do.â
Arajin watches, gaping as Marito sinks his teeth into the last dumpling; heâs staring towards where youâre speaking with his mother behind the bar counter. Youâre nodding, looking fairly serious now, at the ready and eager to help. Arajin can feel his heart fluttering again and he jumps when Maritoâs foot slides to tap his own under the table; Arajin looks up but Maritoâs eyes are still on you, a strained smile playing on his lips, as if he's trying to not laugh.Â
Although everything on the table has been devoured already, Arajin wouldn't know it from the hungry way Marito scans your face, the way his tongue darts out as if to savor any trace left of the meal you had brought them. He looks ready to lick the empty plate clean: except, his eyes are still on you.
Arajin squirms in his seat and at the same moment, you seem to have noticed them staring. You wave sweetly, smiling at them; Arajin could dissolve into a puddle as Marito reaches under the table to grasp at his knee.
"Hey, ya know what we oughta do? Let's adopt a kitten."
"What?!" Arajin gasps, words cut off as Marito slides his wandering hand further to his thigh. "Stop teasing, this really, really, isn't funny..."
âI thought you liked when I teased you?" Marito giggles maniacally. "Anyway, she did say with lots and lots of love for us. Or are you so worked up you can't remember?"
"I don't think she meant..I-I couldn't-"
"Please, Ara-teen? Pretty, pretty please?" Marito coos and simpers; there's a hint of pink rising in his pale cheeks. âI wanna play with that kitten.â
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Razorâs Edge
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Summary; Reader moves to Woodsboro for her senior year of high school. This story take place in the setting of the Scream 4 movie. This story is dedicated to all of the girls living through the current Rory Culkin revival. I love and see you. <3
Also available to be read on AO3 here
It's imperative for me to mention MAJOR trigger warnings for this story; blood, violence, sexual content, alcohol usage, and mentions of abusive situations and suicide. I will add and edit tw's as needed.
WC; 5851
Notes; thank you to everyone who has shown their support so far and taken the time to read my work, you are the ones who truly keep me motivated to write. much much love <33
(Not Beta Read)
You woke the next morning in the same t-shirt you had worn the day before, clinging to your skin from cold sweat. Your pants had been kicked off at some unknown point during the restless night of sleep you had. It was hard to recall the exact time you had eventually passed out on top of your bed.
Your phone was ringing somewhere underneath your pillow, causing your entire head to buzz. You groaned, wiping the sleep from your eyes. Irinaâs name flashed on the screen as the caller on the other line. You answered the call, pressing the speaker button before dropping your phone on your chest.
âHi honey, just wanted to let you know my flight made it into Sacramento.â Irina spoke. The passersbyâs in the busy airport nearly muffled her voice.Â
You picked up your phone again, looking at the time. How late had you slept in? The digital clock read 11:03 am.Â
âOkay, Iâm glad you made it safely.â You were certain your aunt could hear the rasp of your morning voice.
Irina hummed on the other line. âJust give me a call if you need anything while Iâm away.âÂ
âWill do, love you.â You replied, clearing your throat before responding.Â
âI love you too.â Irina replied before ending the call.Â
You stared up at your ceiling for a moment, thinking over the events of last night.Â
You couldnât help but feel horrible for Charlie. Were he and his father close? Was his mother around? Did he have any siblings, relatives he was close with? So many questions seemed to fill your thoughts. Though, you knew they were questions that would more than likely go unanswered. It would be an awful choice, you decided, to bring up this suspected trauma unprompted.Â
Maybe you could try to divulge more information from your aunt. Based upon her reaction, she must have been relatively close to his father at some point in time. Remembering back to the somber expression your aunt wore last night, you decided against that idea as well.Â
You thought back on the relationship you had with your own father. He was an objectively miserable man. How would you have reacted, though, if you had lost him under the same circumstances? It would have surely still been devastating to some degree.Â
Youâd keep your newfound information to yourself for the time being. It was the only reasonable option you could think of. You were certain Charlie wouldnât want you to treat him any differently after finding out about what had happened.
The familiar buzz of your phoneâs ringer pulled you momentarily from your running thoughts. You grabbed your phone, pushing yourself up into a sitting position on your bed, your legs crossed closely in front of you.Â
A message from an unsaved number appeared on the screen. You recognized it almost immediately as being Charlieâs from the group chat the night before. Only he hadnât messaged both you and Robbie. It was only sent to you.Â
You sucked in a sharp breath as you unlocked your phone. The message read, âHey, Robbie wanted me to let you know he woke up feeling sick and wonât be able to make it tonight.âÂ
Your face fell into a frown as you read over the message again, your thumbs hovered over the keyboard as you thought up a response.Â
Another message from Charlie arrived moments later. âHe said heâd take over any revisions if you and I would still be willing to finish the presentation tonight.â
The corner of your lips twitched up into a half smile. Now that you and Charlie were on seemingly good terms again, there shouldnât be any issue with just the two of you working on this together.Â
Your fingers unknowingly found themselves twisted through your hair as you typed your response. âWorks for me. Same time and place?âÂ
Charlie sent his response almost instantly. âYeah, sounds good.âÂ
You had quite a bit of time to spare until 7pm rolled around. You went through your weekend routine as usual, cleaning up as you went throughout the home. By 6pm you had showered and pulled yourself mostly together. As you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, running your fingers through your drying hair, a new thought crept into your mind. You couldnât help but wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through Charlieâs mess of hair.Â
Your skin burned hot as you dropped your hands at your sides. You couldnât bring yourself to look back up at your own reflection.Â
You couldnât shake the thought as you made your way into the kitchen downstairs. You stared blankly into the pantry, your thoughts elsewhere.Â
Of course, you had always believed there was something charming about Charlieâs character. He was objectively good looking, at least you had thought so. But, thinking back on those few moments you shared alone with him on the porch the night before, there was just something- something about him was strikingly beautiful.Â
You bit at your lip, squinting your eyes as you pulled your thoughts together. You reminded yourself that the last thing you wanted to do at the moment was become wrapped up in unrequited crushes and feelings similar to the sort. It was just easier on your own. You had come to this conclusion years ago. It was understandably difficult to trust others, impossible to let anybody in.Â
Just as you were about to shut the pantry door, your eyes caught a glint in the back of the pantry, just behind a bag of sugar. You reached forward, grabbing the bottle in your hands.Â
You turned over a bottle of red wine, scanning the label quickly.Â
You hummed to yourself, setting the bottle on the kitchen counter. You stared it down for a moment, tapping your foot against the hardwood flooring.Â
You had no clue how long it had been stuffed away back there. Surely your aunt wouldnât miss it too terribly. You glanced up at the clock above the stove which read 6:44pm. A small glass wouldnât hurt anything, just something to dispel your faltering nerve.Â
You dug through the kitchen drawers, searching for a bottle opener. Just as you popped the cork, a knock at the front door rang through the home. âShit.â You steadied yourself, nearly knocking the bottle off the counter.Â
You thought you would have had at least a few more minutes to yourself. You quickly made your way to the front door, taking a deep breath before turning the handle.Â
Charlie stood in front of you. One hand buried in his front pocket, the other holding the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. You held the frame of the door, following his line of sight to your bare legs. You felt your face grow hot. You hadnât realized just how much of your oversized t-shirt covered the small shorts you wore underneath.
You quickly pulled your t-shirt up, holding it against your stomach. âShorts, promise.â God, why were you acting like this?Â
Charlie swallowed, looking up to meet your eyes. âYeah, right.â There was a moment of quiet passed between the two of you. Charlieâs eyes drifted just past you into the entryway.
âOh, right. Come in.â You pushed the door open further for him. He followed you inside, stepping beside you as you locked the door behind him.Â
He turned to head towards the living room. Without giving it much thought, you interjected. âWe can go up to my room.â You motioned up the stairs, watching as Charlie stopped in his tracks.
âYour room? Your aunt wonât mind?â He asked, raising an eyebrow as he kicked his shoes off.
âOh no, she wouldnât mind. Sheâs out of town this weekend, anyway.â You replied.
Charlie froze for a moment, looking up the stairs past you. He met your eyes again before responding. âCool, yeah. Your room sounds great.â Â
You smile down at him, leading him up the staircase.Â
âWell, this is it,â you shrugged. âJust put your stuff anywhere youâd like.â You finished, motioning around the room.Â
You picked your bag off the ground and climbed into your bed, moving close to the wall. Charlie placed his stuff on the desk beside your bed before dropping himself into the adjoining chair. You began pulling out your things, watching as he intently did the same. He seemed so incredibly focused on the things in front of him. Neither of you spoke.Â
As you opened your laptop to access the shared group presentation, Charlie spoke up.
âOkay, I actually went ahead and got everything finished up earlier today.â Your breath got stuck in your chest as you met his eyes. âI figured we could just work on any revisions together.â You could tell from just below your line of sight that he was nervously messing with the corner of a piece of his notebook paper.Â
âOh,â you werenât sure what to say. âWell, thank you. You totally didnât have to-â
âNo, I know. I wanted to.â Charlie interrupted.Â
You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip. You scanned through the presentation. It really had been finished. It must have taken him hours.Â
There was an uncomfortable silence, making the air thick and heavy around you. You wished you could think of something else to say. An image of the opened bottle of red wine in the kitchen flashed in your mind.Â
âWould you like something to drink?â You asked so softly, you couldnât have been certain you had actually asked it aloud.Â
Charlieâs eyes snapped up to meet you. Relief almost played itself across his expression. âYes, please. If itâs not any trouble.â He rubbed his palms flat against the denim against his thighs.Â
You shot up, crawling out of bed. âNot at all.â You gave him your most reassuring smile.Â
You rushed downstairs, throwing open the cabinet where you knew Irina kept her best glasses. You grabbed two by the stem and held the bottle in the other hand.Â
You made your way carefully up the stairs, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom.Â
Charlie peered behind himself, eyes falling to the bottle in your hand.Â
âOh,â he began, âI didnât realizeâŠâÂ
You suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Did he even drink?Â
âIâm sorry, I shouldâve clarified. I can go and grab some water or something-â You began turning on your heel.Â
Charlie was quick to rise to his feet. âNo, no, this is great.â He carefully took the glasses and bottle from your hands. You inhaled sharply and nodded as his fingers brushed against your own.Â
You climbed back into bed, watching him fill each glass, respectively. You couldnât help but notice the way his hand slightly shook as he passed you your glass.Â
You took a long drink, watching him do the same. It felt so warm in your throat. You sighed, sinking further into the bed. Charlie seemed to relax a bit in his spot as well.Â
A few minutes passed by in a much more comfortable quietness.Â
You couldnât help but become distracted by the man sitting beside you. He just felt so far away. You wished heâd have sat on the bed next to you instead. Every once in a while, youâd feel him glance over at you as you reread the same passage over and over again, still for some reason, unable to comprehend what it said.Â
You peered up from your notes, watching Charlie slide a scribbled over sticky note that sat stuck to the base of your lamp.Â
You recognized it immediately, feeling yourself shift awkwardly. It was one of the lists you kept from film club, filled almost entirely with movies that Charlie had mentioned in passing.Â
âAre theseâŠ?â Charlie asked, eyes widening as he made his way down the list.Â
You rolled over onto your stomach, reaching over to pull the list from Charlieâs hands.Â
âMhm,â you nodded. âIâve almost gotten myself caught up.â You tried your best to conceal the shyness you felt at being found out.Â
Your heart picked up quickly as he looked you over. There was something about his expression that felt so heavy, it was an unfamiliar sight.Â
âWhatâs next on your list?â He asked, picking up the glass you had set down and refilling it alongside his own.Â
You read over the scratched out mess of your handwriting. âDawn of the Dead, but the 1978 version. Not the remake, of course.âÂ
A smirk spread across Charlieâs lip, as if heâd taught you well. He held up your glass to take from him. You took it from him slowly, feigning to be worried about spilling a single drop. By this point, your head was already beginning to feel fuzzy. It was a comfortable warmth.Â
You slipped the note into your backpack, trying to focus once again on the presentation in front of you. It was useless.Â
Before giving it much thought, you spoke up, âYou know, Iâve already rented it.âÂ
Robbie could manage the revisions on his own, right?
âOh yeah?â Charlie asked, turning in his chair to face you.Â
âYeah,â you began, trying to convince yourself that this next question would actually be a good idea. âWould you want to watch it with me?âÂ
âTonight?â Charlieâs hands were back against the top of his thighs. His eyes flashed between you and the T.V. that was mounted above your dresser on the opposite side of your bedroom.Â
âIf that would be okay with you, Iâm honestly not getting much work done over here.â You replied, getting up from the bed.Â
Charlie cleared his throat before answering. âYeah, yeah, that sounds cool.â
You smiled over your shoulder at him as you made your way over the DVD player that sat on top of your dresser.Â
You messed with the CD case, popping it open and inserting the disk. You picked up the remote, waiting until the title screen flashed on the T.V. above you. You noticed the top drawer of the dresser was pulled halfway open; you slid it closed, scolding yourself. It contained the clothing youâd dread any guest seeing. You swore you were always so careful about keeping these things in order.
You flipped your bedroom lights off, dimming the lamp that sat on the desk beside Charlie before finding your place back in bed.Â
You pressed play, finishing the last of the wine in your glass, before setting the remote and glass on the desk beside you.Â
A few moments passed by uninterrupted. You looked over at Charlie. He was sitting so unbelievably stiff in the chair, it just seemed so uncomfortable.Â
âCharlie,â you called out to him. He snapped his eyes to meet your own. âYou donât have to watch the entire movie from my desk.â You half laughed.
He stood quickly, nearly knocking things about your desk. You tried your best to hide your smile as he laid down on top of the mattress; the bed dipped under his weight.Â
You both kept a fair amount of distance between each other. The movie was well underway. However, you found yourself becoming increasingly more interested in the uneven way Charlieâs chest rose and fell with each breath than what was happening on the screen.
You wished you could just reach over and touch him, move the hair out of his eyes, trace your finger over the arch of his nose.Â
You could barely take notice of the way your vision had fixated on him as your head grew blurred and warm.Â
You wished heâd turn and face you, say something. He seemed to be frozen in place, legs and arms held in a way thatâd rival a statue. His face was fixated on the T.V., as if he were too nervous to move even an inch. It was so warm. The room felt so warm.
You could barely catch the small glimpses heâd spare towards you from his peripherals. You wish heâd just reach over- your eyes trailed down to his hands resting on his stomach, watching the veins in them roll as his finger flexed and twitched.Â
You reached up, placing a hand against your face. Your skin was cold to the touch. Why did everything feel so warm?
Your clothing suddenly felt increasingly more suffocating. You were growing desperate for some form of relief. You pulled at the collar of your shirt. Your shorts felt so tight, nearly restricting. You couldnât explain why you felt so hot. The t-shirt you had on could almost be a dress, anyway, right?Â
You climbed over Charlie, one hand on either side of his chest. You steadied yourself on the ground, your head thoroughly swimming. You tried your very best to focus forward on the movie. You unbuttoned the waist of your shorts, carefully stepping out of them.
You heard a heavy sigh from behind you; the sound made the hair on your skin raise.Â
âIâm sorry, moving out of the way. Promise.â You laughed, turning back to face Charlie.Â
You slid into the bed, finding your spot in the small space between Charlie and the edge of the mattress. Opting not to try to climb over him again in your current state.
Charlie froze in place beside you as you shifted on to your side, trying to find the most comfortable spot between him and the screen. He was warm, so warm. You had just felt as though you were burning up moments ago, but the thought of him moving any further away made your body ache. His warmth was soothing.Â
You could feel Charlieâs uncertainty as he began to shift away from you in the bed, providing you with more space presumably.Â
You couldnât explain why you did what you did next. You reacted without giving it much thought at all. You reached behind you, pulling Charlieâs furthest hand towards you until it rested on top of your hair.Â
The new position forced him to shift in bed beside you until he was lying on his side as well. His hand flexed under your touch. You wished you could pull him closer.Â
His fingers stretched throughout your hair and you sighed, feeling your back sink closer to his chest. You could nearly feel his heart pounding against you. Your hand fell to rest on your side.Â
His other hand shifted, moving into a more comfortable position below your neck. âIs this okay?â He whispered right behind your ear. The feeling of his cool breath sent chills up your spine. You nodded, the words lost from you.
You reached up, tracing the veins wove through his forearm. His fist closed and flexed at your touch. The film, just as the presentation, was now lost on you.Â
It was just him beside you. The way he smelt, his fingers carefully sliding through your hair and across your cheek, the unsteady beat of his heart against your back. You found yourself sinking further and further into his arms. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips as he pulled through the mess of your hair.Â
At the sound of your voice, Charlie shifted his weight, wrapping his arm under your neck further to pull you around to face him.Â
You both seemed surprised at his sudden movement. You were now face to face, just inches apart. The movie murmured faintly off somewhere in the distance.Â
Even in the dark, his blue eyes were so incredibly clear. You reached up, brushing the hair that had fallen in front of his face away. His eyes flitted between your own eyes and lips. You had never noticed before just how full his own lips were. His lips were tinted a deep red from the cherry wine you had shared. You couldnât help but imagine how sweet heâd taste.Â
If youâd just move a bit closer-Â
Both of his large hands wrapped throughout your hair again in near desperation.Â
You returned the gesture, pushing your thigh through the middle of his own. Lips crashed against one another.Â
It was unlike anything you had experienced before. This brash kiss fell into a soft rhythm, gentle exploration as you rocked into one another.Â
It didnât take long until the slow movements devolved into a harsh quick pace as you both grew more comfortable in each otherâs arms. There was an air of near violence as your tongues wrapped around each other.
You needed more of him, needed to be impossibly closer in any way you could. Sensing this, Charlie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top to straddle his waist.Â
You sat back, smiling down at him as he unintentionally bucked his hips up closer to you. It was wonderful seeing the state he was in. You knew you were in just about the same shape.Â
You were quick to meet his lips again. He held you steadily against himself, continuing to rock himself against you.
Your hands hazily fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. You needed to feel more of his skin against you. The barrier of clothing that separated you from him made you miserable.Â
Once the last button was popped, he sat up in bed. Pulling you up with him, his arm clung around your waist. He shrugged the shirt off of himself, throwing it on the ground. You were quick to bring your lips to his again, running your hands up his now bare stomach. He was impossibly toned, felt hard to the touch.Â
âFuck.â He groaned against your lips as your hips rolled against him. You could feel him getting hard below you. A blush crept up your skin. The sound of his voice like this built up an indiscernible feeling inside of you. You wanted to hear him make that sound again.Â
His hands were quick to find themselves under your t-shirt, his thumb brushed against the outer lace of your bra. He reached behind you, fumbling with the clasp. You leaned your head against his, smiling softly as he gazed at you in wonder.Â
You reached behind yourself, helping him with his work uncertain work. You slid the bra off yourself, throwing it next to Charlieâs discarded shirt. You grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it swiftly over your head.Â
You could hear Charlieâs breath audibly stuck in his throat as his eyes darted wildly across your body. The full weight of this situation nearly hit you at once. You brought your arms shyly across your chest. You had never been in front of a man this way.Â
You could barely meet his eyes. He was quick to pull you back in to kiss him. âGod, youâre so fucking perfect.â He whispered against you as he kissed your forehead. Your arms melted down to your side as his hands traced the curve of your waist.Â
You could feel his hands shake as he cupped your breasts, his fingers softly grazed against your nipples. You sighed, pulling him closer to you. That frenzied feeling returned in full force.Â
You needed impossibly more of him. He was quick to act, laying you back down on the bed. He hovered over you, eyes burning into your nearly naked body in front of him.Â
His right hand reached down, fumbling with his buckle. You watched intently as his hand slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers to adjust himself. Your eyes fluttered back as you traced your fingers mindlessly over the defined v-line that led further down his hips. He shook at your touch.Â
His lips found themselves trailing kisses down your neck and chest. He was so gentle with you. Painfully gentle. Your hands wove through his hair, arching up into him as his pace quickened. He slid further down the bed, wrapping his arms around both of your legs, holding them open to kiss down your thighs.Â
You were practically already coming undone below him. Heâd come so close to the spot you wanted him to be. Every time heâd pull back away, youâd whine in frustration. Heâd hum back against you in response.Â
You couldnât handle the pressure building up inside you anymore. Your right hand traced slowly underneath the lace of your panties. You stopped just before slipping through your folds, looking up to meet Charlieâs eyes. His expression seemed nearly pained, completely desperate.Â
âI donât know- Iâve neverâŠâ Charlie could barely get the words out from between his lips. Even in the dim lighting, you could tell he was flustered, embarrassed at his own lack of experience. It was reassuring to you though, you had practically no experience with all of this either. It was sweet, how shy he seemed at that moment.Â
âItâs okay. Iâll show you.â You gave him a reassuring smile before carefully intertwining your fingers with his own. He followed suit, hooking his free hand around your panties before sliding them off you. Your desperation for him drowned out any insecurity you could have possibly felt with him above you in that state you were in.Â
You brought his fingers against you, sighing into him as he carefully let you guide him in slow circles against your clit. The knot deep inside you only grew as he became increasingly comfortable. Your hands dropped to his shoulders as he became familiar with the pace and direction you wanted.Â
His free arm wrapped around your back, gripping your sides with bruising force as you started to writhe below him. His head dipped beside your ear, âPlease, please let me taste you.â He practically begged.Â
You could only nod, sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers moved faster, losing their rhythm.Â
He was quick to shift his weight as he sat up for a moment, pulling off his constricting jeans and socks, leaving him nearly entirely exposed. You groaned at the sight of him in front of you. He was so damningly beautiful. Your vision flitted down to the large impression in his boxers, your eyes widened at the size of him.Â
Before you could process this discovery, he was kneeling on the bed in front of you again. One arm snaked around your thigh as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch him make his way through his.Â
He kissed just above your clit, eyes looking up at you for approval.Â
âPlease Charlie,â you urged him on.Â
His lips were against your most sensitive spot immediately. You cried out, screwing your eyes shut. Nothing had ever been so perfect as this. He kissed against you a few more times before deciding to explore you with his tongue, âFuck, itâs so good.â He groaned against you, speaking more to himself than you.Â
The vibration of his deepening voice sent shockwaves throughout your body. Your eyes and legs involuntarily worked to screw shut. Charlie acted quick, pushing your thighs back apart with a painful grip. You were sure youâd have his finger prints bruised into your skin the next morning. âGoodâ you thought to yourself.Â
You could tell he was trying his best to emulate the motion you had shown him with your fingers with his tongue. It was maddening, completely perfect.Â
âFuck baby, youâre doing so well.â The words spilled mindlessly out of you. He groaned as you rolled your hips against him. Your eyes trailed down his chest. His right hand found its way inside his boxers. He was palming at himself as if he were in pain. You wanted to be the one to relieve him.Â
The sight of him pleasing himself as he worked you over was enough to nearly send you crashing blindly over the edge. You could barely get the next words out of you, âDonât, donât touch yourself.â You were trying to keep it all together as he whined against you, following your demands.Â
âFuck Charlie, Iâm going toâŠâ you said between broken moans.Â
He pulled away for a moment, his entire expression darkened. It couldâve easily been terrifying in any other context, you noted to yourself. The fingers that had just been wrapped around your thigh found themselves quickly against your entrance. Your eyes widened as you connected with his gaze, realizing his intentions. Youâd do anything to have him inside of you.Â
He kissed your lips. You sucked the taste of yourself off of him, dragging his bottom lip between your teeth. His middle and ring dove forward inside of you. His other hand came up quickly to muffle your screams.Â
âShit, youâre so tight.â His chest shuddered at his own words. A tear rolled down your face as he talked you through it. âSo wet for me.âÂ
His free hand pressed down against your lower stomach. The additional pressure was the last push you needed. Your whole nervous system seemed to snap as his fingers fucked you through your high. You could barely hear his praise as your ears rang out with incredulous force. You were sobbing out his name, vision white and spotted at the blinding pleasure.Â
He pulled out of you carefully, slowly letting you come back to yourself for a moment before diving his tongue back against you.Â
You writhed up against the footboard. It was too much, too overstimulating. Your hands pulled at his hair to push him away. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand, holding you in place below him. You were babbling, stuck between âItâs too muchâ and âplease donât stop.âÂ
Within a matter of moments, you were coming undone again against his face. Your mind was shattered, your body a wreck under his touch.Â
He fell back against the headboard, catching his breath as he watched you ride out your high.Â
As soon as you could partially catch your breath again, you sat up, watching him shift uncomfortably from his pressing erection.Â
It was his turn to be taken care of. You crawled your way up to rest between his thighs. His eyes darted across your face, as if he were trying to read your thoughts.
You couldnât hide your smile as you leaned into him. You kissed him slowly, licking across his lips. Your lips slowly made their way down his chest as your fingers grazed across the fabric against his cock. He whimpered above you at the pressure. The sound made your stomach clench. Youâd give anything to hear it again.Â
He slid further down the bed as your lips trailed kisses and shallow bites marks further down his stomach.Â
Once you could tell he was in a more comfortable position, you hooked your fingers into the waistline of boxers. He lifted his hips, helping you pull them down his thighs before discarding them on the ground below.Â
You sat back on your heels, mouth agape at the sight in front of you. You could do little to hide your shock at the uncovered size of him.Â
You glanced up at him, willing yourself to put on a face that feigned at least a hint of experience. He smirked down at you, as if he could tell exactly what thoughts were passing through your mind.Â
âYou donât have toâŠâ he muttered, eyes still full of adoration for you.Â
Before giving him the opportunity to finish his sentence, you wrapped your fingers against the base of his cock. You could feel him pulse under your touch. His next words were stuck and gone in his chest.Â
You held his gaze as your hand carefully twisted its way up to the tip of his cock. You gathered his precum on your fingers and circled it around the length of him. His mouth fell open as his stomach flexed under you.Â
âDoes that feel good?â You asked softly.Â
He bit his lip, nodding his head yes. You were quick to pick up your pace at his approval. Â
His hands were desperate, switching between grabbing at the bedsheets and headboard and any of your skin he could get ahold of. Stunning whimpers and pleas spilled out of him as you found the motion and speed he needed.Â
You pulled away for a moment, moving yourself further down the bed. You held him still in one hand again as you kissed a trail down from his navel. Your eyes met with his as your lips hovered above the tip of his cock. You gathered spit on the tip of your tongue and let it fall slowly onto him. He cursed a string of expletives, his eyes rolling back into his head as you took him into your mouth.Â
You thought carefully over each motion, keeping your teeth back, hollowing out your cheeks. The sensation was entirely new, but the way he began to convulse below you let you know you were doing something right. You wanted nothing more than to make him feel the same way he had made you.Â
His hands wrapped almost painfully through your hair as he bucked further and further down your throat. You tried your best to relax, allowing him to take the space he wanted.Â
Your throat burned, tears and spit covered your face and chest. You wouldnât have possibly wanted it any other way.Â
You were both becoming increasingly sloppy and starved in your movements. His right hand grabbed at your throat, pulling your face up to meet his eyes. You stilled, letting him fuck your throat as he pleased. It didnât take long before his movements stilled and stuttered.Â
You felt him pulse in your mouth; you were flooded with his release, warmth coated your throat and tongue. The taste and sight above you made your entire body shudder. It was heavenly. You felt truly blessed to be the cause of it all. You could vaguely make out your name being spilled from between his lips.
His chest heaved as you carefully pulled away from him, his cock falling against his stomach.Â
You caught his eyes again, making a show to swallow what he had given to you. He pulled you into himself, kissing all over your face until you were laughing in his arms.Â
You dropped into the bed beside him, watching him shift his weight and stand. He scanned the room before spotting the bath towel that hung beside your bedroom door. He made quick work of cleaning the two of you up, tracing kisses across you as he did so.Â
Your nerves were all shot. Your entire being was exhausted and heavy.Â
He dropped the towel next to the discarded pile of clothing that had accumulated on your bedroom floor. Charlie slid back in bed beside you, lifting the disheveled duvet over you both. He pulled you up onto his chest. You sighed as he swept the hair out of your face.Â
You were in a complete haze, halfway into a deep sleep.Â
âThank you,â Charlie whispered above you.Â
You hummed, reaching up to kiss under his jaw. âThank you.â You replied, pulling a sore a leg over his thighs, resting your head back down against him.
The movieâs title screen music played on repeat in the background; you couldnât be the least bit bothered to turn it off.Â
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spn20rewatch, 1.06: "So you lie to them."
A lot is made of the way that the Winchester boys grew up isolated. Raised to be soldiers, moved from town to town. That should lead to a particular kind of raw-edged unsocialized set of feral outsiders -- but Sam and Dean are thoroughly not that. A large part of why, I think, is that they were always enrolled in school (until Dean aged out). They actually had lots of opportunity to engage with normal people, even if the relationships they formed weren't necessarily deep. To borrow from Fight Club, they had plenty of 'single serving friends' -- good for a short time, but not for a long time. This practice is how they're both so good with people -- they don't come off as all that strange in normal interactions when they're not working, because they're just... not that strange, at least on the surface. They're good with people. They're just not good long-term.
When Sam goes to college, part of the stated goal is for there to be a normal life -- or a life at all, because he doesn't seem to include the rambling hunting existence as a valid option. A big part of that normalcy included finding a girlfriend and making friends. Makes sense, especially since he must have passed through dozens of schools with pre-established friend groups that he could see he'd never really be part of. After a while he'd know there was no point in trying to integrate, if they were only going to be in that school for a few months. Stanford gave him the opportunity to put down some roots, to really engage, and it seems from what little we see that he made a good effort. ...But.
DEAN: Youâre kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies? SAM: Why not? DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell them? You know, about where youâve been, what youâve been doing? SAM: I tell them Iâm on a road trip with my big brother. I tell them I needed some time off after Jess. DEAN: Oh, so you lie to them. SAM: No. I just donât tell them⊠everything. DEAN: Yeah, thatâs called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, telling the truth is far worse. SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) Youâre serious? DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you canât get close to people, period. SAM: Youâre kind of anti-social, you know that? [...] DEAN: Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with? SAM: No, man, I know Zack. Heâs no killer. DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.
We'll learn in a later episode how well it went for Dean when he shared the family secrets with someone, so his attitude here is understandable. That said, when Rebecca finds out that something monstrous is happening with Sam, she doesn't completely flip out -- the evidence is in front of her, and she appreciates Sam's help. So, maybe Dean's wrong about this. ...But we never see Rebecca again, and there's no indication that Sam actually kept up with her or Zack after this hunt.
Sam also never told Jessica the truth about his life, and he doubles down on that choice when he tells Dean in episode one that Jessica was never going to know. He thinks there can be a partition between the hunting life (that doesn't even count as life, and is dangerous and bad and must be kept secret) and the "real" life in the daylight, and sees no issue in closing his entire past and large parts of himself away. It's safer, and better, and he'll be able to get through it and have that normal life he always said he wanted.
It doesn't work that way, though, and not only because the plot intervened. We've already had the moral structure of this universe established and it is not acceptable to ignore those things you could have done something about, with your knowledge and skills. Sam's a hunter, got trained that way for ten years, and the pretense that he can be wholly in these friendships (or romantic relationships) while partitioning away a massive part of his history and personality is a farce that was doomed to end. His friends didn't know him because he couldn't let them know him. He says himself, he never really fit in. The 'normal life' he was after wasn't ever going to be an option. He understands that, by the end of the episode; accepting it will take a little longer. At least he and Dean are freaks together.
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OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE CAMERA â h.sh
ep. 2 â audition day! [đŠč wc: 730+]
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â leehan coughed lightly to get your attention, âhuh? oh. sorry, iâm just zoned out.â
âyeah i could tell,â he replied with a laugh
you smiled and looked back down at the scripts on the desk in front of you, overwhelmed by the fact that it was finally happening, you were finally making a film. the idea of watching people act out the scenes you wrote was daunting.
âi think a couple of people are already here, should i let them in?â you looked at the digital clock above the door, the red lights on it flashed 11:49.Â
"tell them to wait a bit longer, i need to um-"
"itâs ok if youâre nervous. just because itâs a college short film doesnât mean it doesnât matter to you."
âthanks. and thanks for helping out again, i know the other three are busy for another hour but sungchan said him and his friends should be coming to help.â
âitâs no problem y/n, weâre all doing this together.â âhonestly i donât know what i would do without you guys.â
âyouâd probably suffer,â he said, trying to alleviate your stress before going out to tell the people auditioning to wait longer.Â
you took a deep breath. you can do this y/n. itâs just auditions.Â
leehan walked back into the studio with sungchan, wonbin, eunseok and anton in tow. you greeted each other, and you thanked them for taking the time to help. âi just want to watch seunghan embarrass himself honestly,â said anton, which was met with eunseok hitting his chest so he followed up with, â-and to help. obviously.â
you laughed, âitâs ok, thereâs not that much for you to do anyway, just take these scripts,â you picked up the stack from the desk and walked over to them, âand pass them around when the auditionees come in.â
before you knew it, 10 minutes had passed by, so when the clock showed 11:59, you got the boys to call the auditionees in. it was only about 10 people, some you recognised, some you didnât. youâd made a lot of time for auditions, knowing there were people that had classes and could only show up later. what you didnât expect was how many people would show up.
in total, 34 people auditioned for the 4 available roles. you were in for a lot of difficult decision making that night. your frontrunners for the female lead were ahn yujin from your year and kim minjeong, a senior. you definitely knew minjeong better, having hung out with her before since her and karina went to high school together. but while both played the part better than anyone in that room, yujin brought such a realistic edge to the character, it was fascinating to watch her audition because you could really feel your character come to life.Â
the male lead front runners were sung hanbin and hong seunghan. you knew seunghan from a few classes youâd taken together in the past, and because he was friends with sungchan, a highschool classmate of yours. he was on the basketball team, and youâd seen a couple of games of his. you knew he was good at basketball, but youâd never expected him to be so good at acting. in many ways he felt like your character had been lifted off the page and become a real person. you were trying desperately to ignore the tiny bias in your head towards him, courtesy of the crush youâd had last semester.Â
hanbin on the other hand, was vice-captain of the dance team, and was expected to take over once shotaro (the current captain) graduated. he had a natural talent for performance of all kinds, as was evident from his audition.Â
needless to say, you were exhausted once the auditions were done, letting out a huge breath once everyone but your friends had left.Â
âgod that was fucking tiring,â said yizhuo. taesan nodded, âtoo many good options, but at least the bad ones were fun to watch.â you all hummed in agreement, and packed up your things in silence.Â
âso, back to the apartment for decisions? i wanna get it done by tomorrow afternoon,â you said when everyone looked ready to go. âcan we pick up snacks on the way?â asked leehan. you nodded in response and the 5 of you set off to you, yizhuo and karinaâs shared apartment.
a/n: sorry for the delay, the main reason this chapter took so long was me procrastinating the written section lols. also! lmk if you guys want a teaser for my next smau (a wonbin one) set in the same universe đ
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