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darnell-la · 2 years ago

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If your taking requests could you write buzzcut!Rafe cameron x reader smut

Buzzcut!rafe eating reader out and not stopping. Like just going at it and she tries to pull him away to calm down a little but because his hair is buzzed she can't (and Rafe taking full advantage of it

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As always, instead of y/n I’ll be using Scotlynn who is one of the owners of this Tumblr account.

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paring: buzzcut!Rafe Cameron x Reader

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SCOTLYNS POV

“I’ll be at the house in five minutes. Be ready because the boys wanna do shots soon,” Rafe said through the phone. I can hear him speeding as always on his motorcycle. “Okay babe,” I said before hanging up.

I slipped on my platform shoes after fixing my cute socks that match the vibe I want my outfit to give off. My mini skirt and slightly cropped shirt go with everything.

Rafe loves the way I dress but sometimes he had his days where he hates that I have to walk out of my house with it. One day he’s “I’ll beat you if you look at her,” then the next day he’s “Who are you dressing up for? If he looks at you, I’ll kill him,”.

I smiled at the thought of Rafe, the finest guy around here, being obsessed and angry at me for looking too good. He never shows his emotion. Not even towards his latest girls but me, he can’t control not to.

Less than five minutes passed and I hit a text from Rafe saying “cmon out babe,”. I smiled at the text, excited to finally see his haircut since he wouldn’t send me a picture or video that I asked for before he went.

I grabbed my mini purse that goes over my shoulder then walked out of my house, tip-toeing quickly to Rafe’s motorcycle.

“Show me please!” I said, excited as I jumped up and down in front of him. He got off his bike and slowly pulled off his helmet. Wow. I wasn’t expecting him to actually look good with a buzz cut. This suits him. A lot.

“Do I look good, princess?” He asked, snapping me out of any thought that I had. “You look more than good,” I said as I softly pulled him into a quick kiss.

“As long as you like it, we’re all good here,” he said as he handed me my helmet while he looked me up and down. “Why the outfit?” He asked. “I literally sent you the layout of it, Rafe,” I said.

“Yeah, without you in it. Looks small as fuck and you know that,” he said then hopped on his bike. “Who the fuck do you dress like that for anyways? Like I can’t figure it out. Is it JJ?” He asked.

“Like, I stopped fucking with him and his friends for you because you’re not into that Kook versus Pogue shit, but he’s been getting very talkative with you,” Rafe kept going, not even letting me answer.

“Like seriously Scotlyn. Is the way I fuck you not enough?” He genuinely asked, getting angry already. Everyone here knows that Rafe Cameron has anger issues. He tries to keep them in a low for me but I know.

“Rafe, it’s not for anyone, okay? I like my style and if you don’t-“ I tried saying but he cut me off. “And if I don’t, what!? Finish that sentence, I dare you,” Rafe glared.

I rolled my eyes before placing my helmet on my head. “Don’t start with that shit,” Rafe said as he put his on. He wanted me to wrap my hand around his waist tight enough before taking off.

“Is he good?” Sarah asked, looking at her brother get more hyped than usual, beating some random dude in beer pong. I’ve been keeping track of how much he drinks and what he’s drinking so I don’t get why he’s acting like he’s on steroids.

“He’s not the snow anymore, right?” Sarah asked, just as confused just as I am. “He’s not. I would be able to tell if he was,” I said and Sarah agreed. “You should check in on him while I got back out,” Sarah said as she backed up to leave the house.

I sighed then started making my way over to Rafe who was shouting with his friends. He barely drank his beer and didn’t even take the shit with Topper like he was rushing here to get to.

“Babe, can we get something to drink please?” I asked, only trying to get him away from everyone so he won’t act out. “Let me make this last shot, babe,” Rafe said.

Rafe rubbed the ping pong ball in his hand as he moved in front of the table. He kept his eyes on me the whole time. He glared behind me a few times, probably at some dude looking at me.

As I was walking up, I already saw a bunch of college boys tapping their friend's shoulders to point me out. I just hope Rafe remembers what I said about dressing for myself and not for anyone else.

Rafe finally threw the ball and magically made it with his eyes still on me. This boy’s full of surprises sometimes. And he’s definitely trying to show off in front of me.

“Do I get a prize, babe?” Rafe asked as he made his way over to me. He softly grabbed my face and pulled me into a nice kiss. I smiled as his friends hyped him up.

My heart skipped a beat after I felt him smirk in between our kisses. His right hand slowly moved down my body and gripped my ass, causing me to be pulled to my tippy toes. He knows I love that…

“Babe,” I giggled as I pulled away. “You’re the best prize I’ve ever had. And no one else can have you,” he smiled at me but his smile soon faded away when his eyes locked with someone behind me.

“Meaning you especially. Don’t fucking look at my girl's ass again unless you want your jaw hanging on your fucking neck,” Rafe aggressively said as his hands balled up on the side of his hip.

“Rafe! Calm down, okay?” I said as I rubbed his chest. “Better listen to your bitch,” the guy said. Rafe went to attack him but I got in his way. “Leave it! Leave it. Don’t call me a bitch, okay? I don’t even know you,” I said as I turned to look at the boy.

“I can get to know you. By the way, you’re dressed, it probably would be quick and easy,” he said. That set Rafe off. Rafe pushed me to the side, harshly but still softly somehow, and swung at the boy who wasn’t expecting Rafe to go off so fast.

“Rafe!” I covered my mouth at the sight of Rafe beating someone up for disrespecting me. I want to pull him off but at the same time, watching someone fight someone I couldn’t because they’re way bigger than me, if something I can’t just stop.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, huh? Huh, bitch!? I’ll fucking- Don’t you fucking disrespect my girl again. I’ll fucking rip your face skin on my motorcycle tire,” Rafe threatened before throwing a few more punches and then getting up.

“Rafe,” I mumbled as I looked down at the boy who was grabbing his face. He doesn’t look as bad as I thought he’d look but Rafe still fucked him up.

“Let’s go,” Rafe said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him. I turned back to look at the boy who was still on the floor until Rafe stopped and pulled me in front of him and grabbed my face to look at him.

“What are you looking back? You care about him or something?” Rafe asked. “What? No! No, he just- Rafe, you really fucked him up,” I said. “I know and you seem unhappy about it. You’re ungrateful,” he said as his grip on my face tightened.

“I got something for that,” he said before grabbing my wrist again and pulling me passed a few of my friends, out of the party and towards his motorcycle.

“I swear I don’t care about him, Rafe! I swear!” I cried out as his face buried deeper into my thighs while I grabbed the pillows behind my head. He won’t listen to me.

When we got to his house, he pulled me to his room and ripped my mini-skirt off, and went in. He said I was ungrateful because he hasn’t given me a solid orgasm in weeks but that’s not true. He’s just making things up in his mind to overstimulate me. He likes doing that to me. He likes watching me cry for him.

“Rafe, please! Fuck!” I felt the knot in my stomach builds up. “Grateful yet baby?” Rafe asked in between sucking on my clit. “Y-Yes, yes! I swear I’ve — Fuck! I swear I’ve been grateful. I’m always grateful,” I moaned.

“Still doesn’t seem like it,” he said. “Shit, Rafe! Rafe, please slow down. Please, I can’t take it,” I sobbed at how good he was eating me. He never misses.

“You’re gonna take whatever the fuck I want you to. You’re gonna understand I’m the only motherfucker who can make those pathetic moans come out of you,” Rafe dived into me rougher than before, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

“F-Fuuuck! Fuck, Rafe, fuck!” I basically screamed as my back arched and my ass flexed at the hard orgasm crashing over my weak body as he smirked at my folds.

“O-Off, off, off!” I cried as my legs began to shake. “Rafe!! Get off!!” I screamed as I started pushing his head again but my hands kept slipping. I wondered why until I looked down and remembered that Rafe had cut his hair.

“Rafe!” I whined as I tried gripping his hair to pull him off like I usually do but it’s not working. Rafe laughed at my attempts, only making me cry more at the advantage he has over me. He knows that I know that he won’t stop. He loves that I know he does whatever he wants to me.

“C-Cumming! I’m cumming!” I sobbed as I threw my head back. Tears ran down my face as my body shook for maybe the 6th time tonight. He keeps sucking me dry just to make me make a mess again.

Rafe pulled away from me after forcing me through my orgasm, only to taunt me. “Think you had enough, baby?” He asked as he towered over me. “Think I’m better than your little bitch boys who stalk your ass every patty we go to?” He asked.

“You think that pussy fell apart enough to understand who it belongs to or do I have to fuck my cum into you throughout the whole night till the only thing you’re pissing out is load,” he makes me want to say yes but I only I wouldn’t be able to take it. I would probably pass out if he’d continued on me.

“I-I understand. I just need a break,” My legs still shook as I spoke. “What do you say?” He asked. “Th-Thank you,” I breathed out as he hovered over me with his seductive facial expression. He makes me melt.

“That’s my good girl. You know you’re my good girl, right?” He asked and I nodded with a hum. “Yeah — And I want every single boy out there to know how good you are for me and how good I am for you,” he said.

“And if it takes me to set up my room and make a full movie of me filling every single tight and wet hole in your body several times, I’ll fucking do it. For you. For our love, baby,” Rafe said before kissing me softly.

It’s always been a turn-on to me that Rafe is very obsessed with me. Everyone says he treats me differently than any girl he’s been with. He’s honestly never been with anyone he’s told me. It was just out of boredom. That’s why he shows me off. To make sure people know he’s serious about me. It’s everything I could possibly ask for.

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mykoreanlove · 11 months ago

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from one leader to another

some skz x bts siblings x flirty fluff - @kayleefriedchicken hope u like it :)

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You roamed the city aimlessly, desperately trying to find the perfect present for your younger brother’s birthday.

„Fuck, fuck, fuck“, you muttered under your breath as you noticed the time.

One hour left.

You had exactly one hour to find the right gift or else everybody at his party would judge you as the worst sister of the century. You didn’t forget about his present, in fact you put a lot of thought into it but what do you get someone that already has everything? Why was this so hard for you?

Your inner pity monologue got interrupted as your phone rang.

„Channie“, you greeted him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your dismay.

„You sound stressed. You good?“

Damn it. His little brother senses always tingled when you were in a crappy mood.

„Promise you won’t hate me?“

His laughter filled the line.

„What’s wrong?“

„I’m going crazy because of your stupid birthday present!“, you whined in annoyance.

„Y/N, my birthday party starts in an hour and you still have no present? Damn, do you hate me?“, he chuckled amused.

„Stop making fun of me and help me instead?“

„Help you how?“

„Oh, I don’t know - maybe actually tell me what you want?“

Chan laughed again.

„I did tell you!“

You sighed in exasperation.

„The fuck you did! Every time I ask you what I can get you, you tell me shit like „I just want you to be healthy and happy. Oh, and find a boyfriend already and get married and have kids, so mom won’t pester me about it“. Not helpful, Chan!“, you mocked him.

He burst out laughing, which pissed you off even more.

„I’m sure you’ll figure it out, y/nnie. I’m going to hang up, the boys are already here. See you in an hour.“

You angrily massaged your temples, not knowing what to do. Minutes after you hung up, Chan sent you a text - a picture of him with various presents from his friends, smiling giddily into the camera.

„That little shit“, you muttered under your breath.

Just you wait - I’ll figure this out!

You had to be strategic about it - most of the shops were about to close anyway, so which one would you go to?

The ones with clothing? You shook your head as you recalled how much clothes he already had not only at his place but also yours.

The ones with books? Nah, that boy rarely reads, you argued with yourself.

Come on, think y/n. You can do this.

„Oh“, you jumped excitedly, as you had finally figured it out.

You walked straight to the biggest fragrance shop you could find, wandering in front of the men’s aisle.

„Whoa, those are a lot“, you noticed.

The shelves were filled with various flacons - colorful or bland, minimalistic or eccentric, cheap or ridiculously expensive.

„Fuck, how am I supposed to find the right one before the shop closes?“

As your eyes scanned the shelves you noticed two teenage girls next to you, giggling and whispering about some guy close to you.

„He is so hot, oh my god“, one of them whispered.

„I know and he smells soooo good“, the other one agreed.

You cautiously turned your head, curious about the guy they were talking about.

„Damn“, you whispered under your breath.

He was good looking! He was tall and built like a greek god, muscular yet lean. His dark long hair suited his handsome face perfectly, adding to his chic yet urban style. You didn’t notice yourself wander closer to him, as you were too engulfed analyzing his features. You chuckled as you noticed his hair fall into his brown eyes, he clumsily pushed the strands away from his face but they fell back every time. He had a sharp gaze, observing the perfumes in front of him with precision.

„I bet he’s hella smarted“, you mumbled silently.

Finally, you were standing right next to him. You closed your eyes, as you took him all in, his presence was mesmerizing. Shit, those girls were right. He smells amazing, you thought to yourself, lost in your mind altogether.

The stranger turned around with wide eyes, asking you bluntly: „Did you just smell me?“

You opened your eyes abruptly, embarrassed to the core.

„I, uh, ha, yeah, so, funny story“, you rambled shyly.

He crossed his arms in front of his broad chest and faced you, a sly smile on his lips.

„I’m listening.“

You cursed yourself internally but decided to spill the truth.

„You see I am here because I need a gift. Not any gift but THE gift. And I was standing over there overlooking all these perfumes as I heard some teenagers giggle and gush about you.“

He averted his gaze to the right and looked at the two girls behind you who turned around abruptly, hiding their faces.

„Go on“, he mumbled as he looked at you again. „So, yeah, they were saying how good you smelled and since I need that perfect gift I thought I would find out for myself.“

He leaned his head to the side as he was listening to you ramble.

„And you thought smelling me, a mere stranger, was the best way to go about it?“

„In hindsight? No. But I am desperate, so cut me some slack. Please.“

He let out a deep sigh and uncrossed his arms, picking up the perfume he was wearing and handing it over to you.

„That’s the one“, he pointed out.

You observed the package, it looked hella expensive but it did smell divine.

„Thank you“, you whispered.

„Do you need it for your boyfriend?“

You laughed out loud, not realizing that he was serious about it.

„No. I don’t have a boyfriend. This one is for my brother.“

„Ah“, he nodded.

Now, that the shock was gone, you noticed the stranger’s voice - deep and raspy, a melodic sound you would have loved to listen to for longer. Sadness formed in your gut as he turned around, ending this conversation now that you had what you wanted.

„Hey, wait.“

He turned around again, looking at you expectantly. Damn, why did he have to be so handsome? Okay, focus, Y/N, focus.

„I kinda feel like owning you an apology for sniffing you, so uhm, sorry…?“

„Joon“, he replied.

„Joon?“

„Yeah, actually Namjoon but you can call me Joon.“

Gosh, his name is just as pretty as he is.

„And whom does the sniffing nose belong to?“

„Y/N“, you stretched out your hand, waiting for him to shake it.

Namjoon smiled warmly as he shook your delicate hand.

„Nice to meet you, Y/N.“

Nice to meet you, too, Joon.

His presence made you feel warm, and comfortable.

„So, when’s the party?“

You took a glance at your wrist, cursing yourself for arriving late.

„Started 30 minutes ago“, you confessed.

„So what, you forgot about the present?“

„No“, you exclaimed agitated.

„I just.. It’s hard to shop for him, that’s all.“

„So, you were looking for the perfect gift, is that it?“

You nodded, not entirely convinced that a perfume would be it but you were left with no options.

„What about you? Shopping for yourself?“

„Yeah, I was kinda looking for the next perfume that you would sniff on me, actually“, he mused jokingly.

Wait, what was he saying?

„Wouldn’t your girlfriend be mad about that?“

Clearly, someone like him had to be taken already. Namjoon’s eyes widened in surprise - were you that oblivious?

„I don’t have one. So sniff me all you want“, he smiled sneakily.

You looked down, cheeks rosy and shy from this playful banter.

„Excuse me but we are closing the shop right now. Please buy something or leave, thank you“, the store clerk interrupted the two of you.

„Oh sure, sorry!“, you marched to the front, paying for the ridiculously expensive perfume while Namjoon was following you. You stood outside the store for a while, getting to know each other and flirting candidly.

You learned that he was an artist, who worked with his hands a lot. He loved to read and rhyme on his own, often hanging out at public libraries and hidden bookstores. You bit your lip as you were right about him, he was a smart one.

Smart. Handsome. Funny. And into me. What were the odds?

„Do you think your brother will like the perfume?“

You shrugged your shoulders, not really sure if that was the best gift after all. You recalled his words in your mind „be happy and healthy and get a boyfriend“…

Suddenly, a new idea flooded your consciousness.

„Hey Joon?“, you asked out of the blue.

„Hm?“

„What are you doing tonight?“

„Nothing, actually. I’m free like a bird“, he cheered warmly.

Jackpot.

„Wanna come with me? Be my date for tonight?“

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ohmytomorrowisthursday · 2 years ago

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AOT characters in university

Hiii this is my first post like this. It is literally so unserious and silly please don’t take it personally if I roast ur fave. Some of these are soooo dumb but I hope u enjoy!

cw: drugs, weed, drinking

Floch: this dude is 100% in a frat. The guy who stands at the door decides who gets in. For the boys in absolutely every possible way. Has punched multiple holes through walls. Doesn’t talk in class, if he does his whole personality is based on being a frat boy for life. Finance major. Always wants to be ‘devil’s advocate’ in class debates. Says edgy shit just to get a rise out of people. Scared of Erwin. Posts thirst traps on instagram. Is part of the boxing club. Has never read a single page of any text book ever, just watches YouTube videos to learn.

Connie: You meet him during freshman orientation and he is now your ride or die. He’s outgoing and makes friends easily, but would 100% rather spend Friday nights playing video games and smoking weed with his friends instead of going to a party. Calls his mom often. Studying accounting because he wants to have a stable job. Makes lo-fi tracks and posts them on YouTube. Skips his morning classes because he refuses to get up for his 8am’s. He won’t plan anything but is always a good time when he comes out. Loves going for Korean barbecue. Loves watching reality tv and talking about it in the group chat.

Jean: Certified stressed and depressed. Definitely studying comp-sci even though he’d rather be in the arts. Is in your English class and even tho he complains about the work he still would rather write essays than look at his coding. Talks so much shit about the frats, still tried to join and never stops talking about them. Will get into a fight with Eren during frosh week. His mom also calls him all the time but he gets super embarrassed when she does. Brings all of his laundry home over break so that she can do it. Jean is always looking for a good time, he’s definitely planning nights out and trying to get the full college experience. Something embarrassing always happens when he goes out on the weekend and Connie and Sasha always make sure to remind him of it. The person you’d call for advice when you’re having a bad day.

Levi: Sick of it and annoyed. Philosophy major. Always debates in class and wins. You met him through Hange. You see him at the gym super late at night, between 11pm-1am when no one else is around. Hates big parties- especially frat parties- but always will text u asking how it is and if you want to leave. He likes to cook and invites you to come over to eat. Likes dressing nice for class. Uses black mechanical pencils and exclusively takes notes in black muji notebooks. Likes dark humour and will only talk in the group chat to add some sarcastic remark. Always drinking tea (duh) out of the same reusable mug. Likes going to low-key gatherings with his friends and playing card games and chess. Volunteers for the student food bank. Makes Spotify playlists. Has insomnia and will answer every and all texts you send, no matter what time it is. LOVES to talk shit and roast people who he thinks are elitist, mean and hypocritical, especially Zeke. Works as a TA and is always busy and grumpy, but his friends keep him sane.

Historia: Wants to be a veterinarian. Quiet but kind. Has a really aesthetic instagram and is always posting cute coffee shops and pictures of her pets. Her girlfriend Ymir is literally the opposite of her and they both make u laugh. You sit beside her in class because she has a gentle chill vibe and always has extra pencils to give you. Offers you gum. Would give you a tampon if u needed it. Not really in any clubs but you see her studying at cafe’s and she always says hi. 10/10 sweetie. Knits in class.

Eren: President of the frat. He doesn’t even know how he ended up here but now he’s the guy. Kind of nice when he’s alone or in class but an absolute dick when he hangs out with the boys. Gets everyone at the party fired up. His girlfriend and his best friend are so nice. Wants to be a CEO, has no idea what his business will be. Wakes up early to go to the gym and never stops talking about it. Undefeated in Catan and Risk. Secretly a reddit lurker. You helped him study for biology once and he was actually very nice to you. Invites you to the frat parties on the weekend, but doesn’t really talk to you when you go. Loves karaoke and will always find a mic to sing into wherever he is and always picks Britney Spears songs lol.

Hange: SCIENCE MAJOR. Literally the most outgoing person you’ve ever met. Befriends you in biology and helps you study. Has so many niche interest and friends from each of their hobbies. Brings all of their friends together to hang out and its the most random group of people you’ve ever seen, but everyone still gets along. Encourages you to go to the gym, and is always hitting legs. Definitely signed up for some sports leagues; is in co-ed soccer, basketball and softball. Athletic and smart. Wants to be a marine biologist to understand life under the sea and could talk about it for hours. The person who would drag you from your depression hole after finals season. In 4th year but knows people of all ages. So nice; you miss them when they graduate.

Sasha: Environmental science major. Loves nature and is part of a hiking club. Smokes weed and makes the most delicious sandwiches ever. Always hanging out with Jean and Connie, loves playing smash bros. Gets along with absolutely everyone and is invited to everything because she’s the most fun. Is so good at beer pong and always wins tournaments. She has the craziest stories. Gives u a sweater for no reason, she’s just the type to do it. Goes on runs every day and has a dog at home that she misses soooo much. Comes back from winter break and gives everyone cookies. Not really the type to date but everyone has a crush on her. Sends the funniest memes to the group chat. FaceTimes you with a wild story while she’s walking across campus. Always has snacks in her dorm room.

Erwin: Law student that has a degree in political science. Active member of the student society and always trying to get better food in the dining hall. Is your tutor and is sooooo nice. Gives u advice on how to make it through university. You could ask him any question and he would be able to help you. Likes to read. Him and Armin are your late night library friends. Loves to talk about deep random scenarios with you. Drinks black coffee and he’s muscular but you’ve never seen him eat. Is too busy trying to network in the legal field to go out to parties, but when he does he’s always the most popular person there. Used to be an athlete but doesn't really talk about it. Would walk you home from a bar to make sure you get home safe. Has no tolerance for bullshit and is ruthless to mean people; you’re happy that he is your friend. Would send you book recommendations to read over the summer. Plays chess with Levi.

Mikasa: Her major is undecided. You meet her at the gym. She always works out late and is seemingly only ever studying or doing her daily circuit. Isn’t outgoing but is nice when approached. Not really into parties or big events but will come out for dinner or go on a walk with you after class. Her boyfriend is the president of the frat and they couldn’t be more different but she still loves him and says that he is a sweetie with her. Loves it when pet-a-dog day comes around. Enjoys spending time in the women’s centre on campus. She tells every girl that she meets that if they ever need help they can call her and she means it. The frat guys are terrified of her. Has an instagram with two pictures and they’re both of flowers. Likes collecting tiny figurines. Plans self-defence classes for the girls.

Reiner: Bruh Reiner is 100% that transfer kid who still wears his old universities hoodie EVERY DAY. History major and way too into WWII. Likes to read for fun. Loves bears and will send you the cutest tiktoks. Look like he could kill you - is a cinnamon roll. Sad boy energy and loves to watch rom-coms. Listens to emo music and Kpop while he's working out. He knows where the best lookouts are. Likes older women lol. He loves going for all you can eat wings. Will have the highest grades in the class but never seem to actually study. Wants to be a teacher. Likes painting nice little pictures. Does yoga.

Armin: Another day-one friend. You meet him in your math class and the two of you get through it together. He is kind and always remembers stories that you tell him. Loves going to arcade bars and doing anything that involves a challenge. Engineering student. Loves to solve riddles and play Zelda. Watches the planet earth series and sends you facts that he learns about animals. Knows when the next meteor shower is happening and will drive the friend group out to go stargazing. Is doing a study abroad in a different country so that he can learn a new language and see things from a different perspective. Despite being more shy and reserved, he is an absolute riot when drunk and makes everyone dance with him. He always brings the best snacks to late night study sessions.

Zeke: Philosophy major and literally will take whatever side of the argument Levi is against. Fighting with strangers on twitter and believes his opinion is always right. Will give you his opinion about your life even if you don’t ask for it. TA’s a class and is ridiculously hard on everyone when he’s grading papers. Hot and popular but emotionally unavailable because of his daddy issues. Wants his PHD mostly just to flex lol. Is on the baseball team and is always fidgeting with his hands. Has expensive taste in food and likes craft beer and nice wine. Has broad knowledge but its not deep. Wears boujie clothes and has a nice backpack. Prefers backpacking over staying in hotels because he thinks it is more ‘authentic’. Can speak multiple languages. Loves writing silly notes on your papers. Says that he is too good for the frats but still is there with Eren and Floch every Friday night lol.

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physalian · 4 months ago

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Pretty sure I’m a baby aro, running out of excuses to deny it anymore. Now I didn’t go through any internalized homophobia that you might have if you realize you’re gay or a lesbian, I knew if I came out to my parents they’d be fine (I just don’t want the attention and the questions). Aceness came easy to me, can’t think of any one epiphany moment or if it happened, it wasn’t a monumental one. Just, oh, yeah, that makes sense.

Aromaticism(?), though, that one’s harder to accept. I know I’m not the only one going/gone through this. It’s just a very lonely state of being, in a society where there are very thick bold lines between what you’re allowed to do with friends before it gets “weird” and messy (and why I fight so hard to write and love characters who ignore those lines but still stay just friends).

I haven’t been anyone’s priority one probably since I stopped being an only child when I was five. I don’t want romance, necessarily, but the only way you get to be the most important person in someone’s life is if you’re their lover.

I don’t need all the accoutrements of romance. But to have somebody who actually wants to do stuff together instead of making up excuses would be nice. Somebody who’s as invested in however we define our relationship as I am. Someone who texts first as often as I do. Someone with whom I never have to think “they’re just putting up with me”. Somebody who notices the little things, as I do for them. They don’t even have to be physically around all the time (in fact I prefer them not to be, I need my space).

It probably doesn’t help that my short list of friends has people only there because officially ending it would be too much work. The kind of people who won’t talk to me at all for months unless I reach out first. (When you work from home and everybody your age that you attempt to make friends with are either immature, or into things you hate like drinking, drugs, and clubs, making friends as an adult sucks.)

I’ve been in relationships out of guilt and expectations, short and miserable, but my second-to-last one, with a love-bomber who wouldn’t take no for an answer all the way to the bedroom… I didn’t like them, but I liked the attention. Got the fuck out of there right quick once I realized all I wanted was attention and not *their* attention.

But being aroace, when you don’t have anyone else to give you attention, is not a fun place to be. I don’t generally sit around whining about loneliness, but it hits every now and then. I can daydream about romance with the best of them (and I think I can write it well enough), but the person I’m imagining never has a face, or much of a body, they’re just a blob. And then reality hits and it’s like “oh this is the cost of romance? This is exhausting. You’re exhausting. I’m sick of being the one who has her shit together out of the two of us. Goodbye.”

I guess when you grow up surrounded by stellar examples of failed marriages and relationships and whiny pre-teens (and grown-ass adults, let’s be real) losing their shit over so-and-so not liking their Insta pic, romance sounds tedious as fuck.

Like, I can't not picture any would-be lover as a deadbeat with horrible parents I'd have to tolerate and some complex they think I can romance away and some hobby I can't stand. It's all I see in the people around me, "ugh I hate them, but I can't not love them". All I see is people I care about getting with the same shitty type of person because they're also lonely, but unlike me, they crave romance and sex and put up with shit so they can have those things. I'd have to put up with sex and romance for attention, and I'm not doing that.

My imaginary blob person doesn’t have a face, but the “sexiest” trait I can think of is just. Competence. Which is depressingly hard to find in other people my age.

Get me a somebody who does the dishes without being asked and who has savings and a career, not just a job, and knows how to do their taxes and can set up the WiFi without throwing a tantrum and is actually working toward their dreams and aspirations and can have adult conversations and doesn’t play stupid mind games and maybe we’ll strike the “aro” out of aroace.

Until then, hello everybody I’m new. Where do I put my stuff?

#aromantism #aromantic #aroace #making friends as adults is something being young never prepares you for #keeping friends as adults is even harder

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babygirl-diaz · 11 months ago

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My Emotions Are Naked Chapter 2 (Buddie Fanfic)

“It’s a queer club,” Eddie grumbled leaning against the door and resting his head on the cold window. “That’s what Nick called it.”

“Who the hell is Nick now?” Buck asked

“The bartender,” Eddie replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He rolled his head to rest it on the headrest and watched Buck. Buck was so beautiful. Eddie had a strong urge to lean in and kiss his adorable birthmark.

“Eddie,” Buck sighed. “You still haven’t told me what you were doing at this queer club.”

“I was getting drunk and hanging out with Alex,” Eddie replied.

“Alex. Right.” There it was—that tone of voice again. “Have you met Alex before?”

Eddie reached out to play with the radio. “No, I met him today but it feels like I’ve known him forever.” He stopped when he heard a station playing “I Want It That Way” and smiled. “Hey! That’s Alex’s song!”

Eddie heard Buck sigh again and he didn’t ask anything else. “How did you know what type of a club it was?” Eddie asked.

“I’ve been there before,” Buck replied.

“Oooooh… You have?” Eddie asked grinning.

“Yes, I came here with Hen and Chimney once during Pride Month,” Buck told him. “We sang karaoke.”

“Oh.” Eddie couldn’t hide the disappointment from his voice. He really thought Buck wasn’t necessarily straight and that’s how he found himself at this club.

They soon reached Eddie’s house and Buck helped Eddie again, taking him inside. Once in his bedroom, Buck let Eddie lie down and took off his shoes and belt. “Oof, buy me dinner first,” Eddie chuckled when Buck started pulling his jeans down.

“I always buy you dinner,” Buck simply told him and helped Eddie into his sweats. He knew Eddie so well. Eddie hated sleeping in jeans.

“That you do, my friend,” Eddie giggled and wiggled around to pull his blanket close to himself. “Stay,” he said reaching for Buck’s hand when Buck started to leave.

“I was gonna go pick up your truck and bring it back here,” Buck told him. “Wouldn’t want it to get broken into overnight.”

“We can do that tomorrow morning,” Eddie whined.

“I won’t be long,” Buck promised.

Eddie pouted as he watched Buck leave. He tried to stay awake for his return and picked up his phone from the nightstand. He was starting to sober up so he managed to unlock it and saw a message from Alex.

-Hope you got home okay-

Eddie smiled when he saw the message and replied -Yeah, I did. What about you?-

-Oh hey! You replied! I didn’t think you would- Alex replied and then sent a second message. -I’m just waiting for my Uber-

-Well I’m glad you’re being responsible, Dr. Williams (;-

A few minutes passed before Eddie got another message. -The funniest thing just happened. The Uber that picked me up dropped off your friend Buck here. I don’t think Buck likes me very much ):-

-He’s like that with new people. You should have seen how he reacted to me when we first met- Eddie replied.

-Well, that does make me feel a little better- Alex texted back. -Anyway, are we still up for this Saturday?-

-I thought you wouldn’t want to after I called you Buck earlier-

-You remember that?- Alex asked -And no, you’re good. I can see why you’re so hung up over him. The guy is cute-

-Are you hitting on Buck?- Eddie couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

-No, no, of course not- Alex replied. -I was just being observant.- Before Eddie could reply, there was another text. -So, Saturday?-

-Saturday sounds perfect- Eddie replied. -Are you home yet?-

Instead of a text reply, Eddie got a photo this time with Alex standing in front of a door. -Just got home- the caption read.

Eddie smiled at the picture, and his eyes started to close when he heard his truck outside. Soon the front door opened and closed. A minute or two later, Buck was in the room with a water bottle.

“You’re still awake?” Buck asked.

“Yeah, was just waiting up for you,” Eddie replied and offered him a smile.

Buck came over and set the water bottle on the nightstand before taking a seat next to Eddie. “Feeling better?”

“Well, my head has stopped spinning like a helicopter blade so that’s good,” Eddie joked.

“Here, have some water.” Buck helped Eddie sit up and gave him the water bottle.

Eddie drank the water before lying back down. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course. I’ll be in the living room if you need anything,” Buck told him and got up.

Eddie caught Buck’s wrist. “Don’t leave. You can sleep in here.”

“It’s okay, Eds, I can sleep on the sofa,” Buck told him.

“Buck, come on, it’s not like we’ve never shared a bed before,” Eddie pointed out.

Buck looked like he wanted to protest again but then he sighed and nodded. “Okay.” He took off his shoes and got into bed.

Read the rest on AO3

(A special thanks to @sarastars for helping me out with this fic)

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #original character #buddie #911 abc #fanfiction #my emotions are naked #chapter 2

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elisysd · 1 year ago

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43. I tell myself I'm good, but I'm falling apart

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Goodbye Never Felt So Bad - James Bay

She was running as fast as her heels and her dress were allowing her to run. She didn’t want to come back to the party and face happy people while her heart was entirely shattered. She wanted to throw up. She wanted to scream but no sound seemed to come out of her mouth. Ethan must be hating her. She hated herself enough. She didn’t know exactly where she was, she just knew she was on the road and that she was starting to shiver. She was about to cross the road, her mind in a haze and her eyes blurred by the tears, when she heard an engine thrumming near her and she barely had the time to react when she saw it coming to her. She braced herself for the impact and soon the world faded to black.

An hour and a half went by between the accident and the moment the police crashed the party. Lyanna and Charles were laughing on their own, like two teenagers on their first date, when an officer came to them. Their smile dropped as soon as he showed them a picture of Julia, unconscious on a hospital bed. Lyanna felt her heart sinking and wouldn’t Charles had been there she would have collapsed.

“A motorcycle crashed into her, thankfully he slowed down enough for the impact to be minimal but still.”

“Is she okay?” Lyanna asked.

“I can’t tell such information, madam.”

Lyanna looked at her husband already on his way to retrieve his car keys as she went to Louis. On his way Charles found Max.

“Are you okay? I saw a policeman…”

“Julia had an accident. I don’t know what happened or how she ended on the road but she is at the hospital. We don’t know anything else.”

“Fuck. Do you want me to tell Ethan?”

“Yes, please. He needs to know, I think he would want to be there for her.”

“I’ll text him.”

When Lyanna told Louis they had to go to the hospital, she expected Louis to have a panic attack and was surprised but not less worried to see him without a reaction. He had barely said that he didn’t want to come. Instead he had stopped talking and left to hide in a corner and was shocked to see a Romy a slightly drunk Romy, in a compromising position with Kyle. When the young man saw Louis, he quickly got away, helping Romy to rearrange her dress.

“My sister is in the hospital.” said Louis in an emotionless voice. “I figured you would like to know, she is your best friend.”

“She’s what? Oh my god, what happened? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to go. I hate hospitals. Am I a bad brother? I want Ethan.”

“Kyle can you drive me there? I’m not in any state to drive…”

“Sure. Don’t worry buddy, if we see Ethan we will tell him to come to see you.” said Kyle, putting a hand on Louis’ shoulder.

As teh couple was running towards the exit, they crossed path with Martin who looked at them, confused.

“Is there a fire I’m not aware of? Why are you guys running?”

“Worst. Julia. In the hospital.” Romy blurted out.

“Fuck! How?”

“We don’t know, we are heading back there. Have you seen Ethan?”

“The last time I saw him, he was dancing with Julia…” Martin replied.

“You don’t think…” Romy started.

“Ethan wouldn’t hurt her. He loves her.” Martin stated.

“I’m just checking, okay! He hasn’t been the chillest guy lately.”

“Romy, we have to go…” Kyle pressed his hand on the small of back, pushing her towards the parking lot.

“Can I tag along, guys?” Martin asked and Kyle nodded.

When Charles and Lyanna finally arrived at the hospital after being caught up in traffic, they had to wait for a nurse or a doctor to tell them about their daughter. After a while, someone finally came to them right when Romy, Kyle and Martin were arriving as well.

“Lyanna! Charles! Is she okay?” asked Romy, running to them.

“She is fine, just a wrist broken as well as her left leg and a few bruises according to the doctor. They put her under morphine so it doesn’t hurt too much but she won’t wake up before tomorrow. It’s probably for the best if we leave… We can’t do anything right now..”” Lyanna explained to them as they were all collectively letting out a sigh of relief.

“Where is Ethan?” Charles said.

“We haven’t seen him. We hope he is with Louis. ” Martin came forward.

The next day, and after a very eventful evening where the party had to be cut short, they were all collectively back at the hospital, as if they hadn’t left. The group of drivers, stepped aside to let her parents enter the room. Seeing her daughter on the white sheet made Lyanna gasped. It reminded her of when Charles had his crash back then in Texas and had to stay for weeks in bed, unable to do anything on his own. Knowing full well where his wife’s mind had gone to, he took her in his arms whispering that everything was fine. She had a huge bruise on the side of her head and along her arms and her casts were looking far too big for her frame. Lyanna brushed a few strands of hair from her forehead.

“My precious baby girl…”

“She is fine, Lya… she is okay.”

That’s when they saw Julia’s hand moving and her eyelids slowly flickering. Lyanna quickly rushed to her daughter’s side as Charles went to search for the doctor.

“Eth…an…Ethan…” she tried to speak in a deep voice.

“He is not there, darling… I’m sure he will come soon.”

“I…want…Ethan…”

Lyanna carefully brushed her hair as she helped her to sit on the bed, making sure she was not suffering and gave her a glass of water as Julia was slowly processing her environment.

“Where am I? What happened?”

“You had an accident, Ju’… You’re in the hospital. You’re okay, don’t worry.”

Events of the past hours slowly came rushing to Julia’s memory. The ceremony. Ethan’s confessing. Her pushing him away and breaking his heart in the process. Her running away. The motorcycle. Black out. Hospital. It was too much and she felt bile rising in her throat as she started to struggle to breath. And seeing her wrist and her leg in a cast wasn’t helping the situation. She was too hot. She felt like the walls were closing up on her. Her vision was started to get blurry and she felt like she was about to pass out.

“Ju’… It’s okay. You’re okay, I’m right here, darling. Focus on my voice, can you do that for me?��

“I’m a monster, mom. I’m a horrible person.”

“No, you’re not. Whatever it is, I know you’re not. Now explain. What really happened? What were you doing on your own and all alone in the middle of the road?”

“I… Ethan told me he loved me and I broke his heart. I rejected him. I did that right when I knew he needed me the most and I let him down. I’m horrible. I….”

“Okay, stop. Break ups are hard, no matter what Julia. No matter the circumstances, no matter the person you’re breaking up with. It will always be hard and blaming yourself won’t help anyone.”

“He must hate me. I sure hate myself.”

Lyanna was about to reply when Charles entered the room, with two coffees and the doctor right behind him. He let out a sigh of relief, seeing his daughter woken up and went to kiss the side of her head that was not bruised.

“You scared us, my Ju’.” he said.

“I’m sorry. I still managed to ruin your day.”

“Stop. You didn’t ruin anything, we still had an amazing day and all thanks to you, okay? The most important thing is that we’re here and you’re fine. That’s all.”

They soon left the room so the doctor could finally examine her and tell her how it would go from there. They were going to keep her for the next two days before discharging her.

“I feel bad to let you all alone, here…” apologised Lyanna.

“Don’t. It’s okay, I understand. And I’m not alone, Romy is there. She can keep me company.”

“I can and I will. But with Kyle we have to leave early tomorrow… we have a flight to catch for the Maldives… I’m sorry” she turned to Julia with a sad smile to which Julia mouthed a ‘that’s fine.’

“Then I’ll stay. Romy won’t be able to go back to the hotel, then and it’s out of the question that I let you take a taxi.”

Julia saw her best friend rolling her eyes in front of the protective attitude of Kyle.

“Yeah but… for tonight…”

“Mom! It’s not the first time I end up in the hospital!”

“It’s just…”

“I can stay for the night.” Martin said. When everyone looked at him with a weird look, he quickly added. “No one is waiting for me anywhere. I don’t have a plane to catch. It’s okay.”

“You really don’t have to…” Julia tried to argue.

“I know I don’t have to but I want to.”

“If any of you see Ethan… could you please tell him to call me? Or to come… I need to talk to him, I need to explain…” she felt tears threatening to fall and she closed her eyes in hope to keep them at bay.

“I’ll try to call him, don’t worry Julia.” Kyle reassured her.

After a lot of discussion about both of her parents making sure it would be okay, they finally left, leaving the group of drivers alone with Julia. Romy had a sad look on her face while Kyle was typing on his phone, texting Ethan about Julia and her accident. As for Martin, he decided to hunt for snacks.

“So�� are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

“There is not a lot to say… he said he loved me and I said that I couldn’t do it anymore. It’s just… I had to, you know. We couldn’t keep on hurting each other, it had to stop.”

“I’m sorry, Julia. I know how hard it must’ve been for you.” said Romy, sitting on the bed and putting her hand on Julia’s valid leg.

“I just hope that at the end of the day, it will be worth it.”

They heard Kyle mumbled and slowly getting out of the room.

“This fucker is not answering my texts, I’m going to try and call a few people to see if they have some news. I’ll be back.”

When he came back a few minutes later, he had a dark and worried look.

“No one from the party has seen him since yesterday. I called Ludwig but Ethan has been radio silent with him since a few days. I’m scared he just decided to disappear on us. His dad is leaving for Monaco tonight, he hopes he’ll be there. If he isn’t… I don’t want to think about it.”

“Do you think he could have done something stupid?” asked Romy as Julia gulped.

“More stupid than the usual? No, I don’t think so. But it doesn’t mean that I’m not worried.”

“You guys can go, you know… I don’t want to keep you here when you’ll only keep on worrying. And maybe you ‘ll have more chance to find him…” Julia said not wanting to be a burden for her friends.

“If you’re sure… I promise to her mom that I would stay with you.”

“I’m okay, Romy. Don’t worry. And Martin is staying…”

The blonde still was reluctant to move and it took all of Julia’s persuasion to make her decide to leave her, right when Martin was coming back with four coffees and tons of sweets that definitely were not allowed in their diets.

“You leaving?”

“Yeah… Ethan is missing, we are trying to find him. “ explained Kyle.

“Good luck. Keep us posted, alright?”

And soon, it was just Martin and Julia. she felt awkward, not really knowing what to say. Now that Martin new about her break up with Ethan would he try something or would he still want to be her friend? She was unsure and she didn’t like it.

“Can I ask you a question?” she ended up saying when the silence became to be too uncomfortable.

“Always.”

“Now that Ethan is out of the equation… does it mean that…”

“No. I know where your mind is going and my answer is no. You’re going through a break up, you need time to heal. And I want to be there for you but as a friend. I’m not going to try anything, Juls. I care too much about you and our friendship to compromise it like this.”

“Okay… thank you.”

They kept talking until the night was there and when Julia started to doze off to sleep. She felt Martin putting on the blanket on her and readjust her pillows before sitting in the armchair and trying to find a position for the night. She was exhausted but despite everything, her mind was only focused on Ethan.

As soon as Julia had been out of sight and out of reach, Ethan had gone back to his room to take his bag. He wouldn’t stay one more minute in this place. He didn’t want to go back to the party, he didn’t want to laugh, he didn’t want to smile, he didn’t want the pity. So he didn’t say anything to anyone and left. He didn’t want to go back to his flat where everything would be reminding him of Julia. Her words kept on playing. She couldn’t. Couldn’t love him. Couldn’t care for him. Couldn’t be with him. Couldn’t. Couldn’t. Couldn’t. He didn’t even know if his heart was still there. He didn’t care. That’s why he didn’t want to fall in love, it always ended up in hurt. He pushed hard on the throttle hoping to put some distance between him and the party as fast as possible. He didn’t know for how long he drove, until he finally realised that he was now in Switzerland. He soon decided to stop in a little town to find an hotel. He didn’t know for how long he wanted to stay there so he decided that the best would probably to book it until the end of the summer break. The first thing he did when arriving in his room was to block everyone on his phone. He didn’t want to hear from his parents, from Kyle or from anyone. He didn’t want to talk about Julia, he didn’t want to have to say her name.

When finally reality hit him and sank in, he let himself slide against the door to the floor and let out the tears that he had held back. He didn’t know how long he stayed there until the sun warmed his face. Out of habit he took his phone only to find it completely discharged. He felt tired. His body was tired like never before and his eyes were puffy and red. He was stinking and was still in his suit. He wanted to get rid of it, burn it so he would never see it again. Burn it as if it could burn Julia’s rejection as well. He stood up and went to the shower where he stayed for like felt hours, sitting on the floor with the water hitting his skin. He wasn’t feeling alone anymore. He was alone. That was a fact. The saying was true, you only realise that you had something good once it’s gone. Julia had been his anchor, the only person that he felt was truly and wholeheartedly supported him. Sure, she had her ways to show it that might not always been the best but deep down he knew she was there for him. But it was over now. And that hurt. He didn’t know if the hole in his chest would ever recover. He was not sure he wanted to.

The first three days, he didn’t go out, sending away the cleaning lady every time she was knocking at his door. He was barely eating, spending all his time asleep to try to forget his pain. He had even tried to buy a bottle of the strongest alcohol he was able to find but even being drunk didn’t help him. He had felt even more miserable. His phone was still discharged and he had no intention of plugging it. He didn’t want to face the outside world. He didn’t want to face his responsibilities or the guilt that would inevitably come when he would see texts and missed calls from his loved ones. He wondered if Julia had tried to reach out, he wasn’t sure he wanted for her to do it.

He knew he couldn’t stay hidden forever, he had to come back home at some point. He just didn’t know how. How would everyone react when they’ll see him? His mom was worried to death he was sure of it, his dad was probably no better but he was scared of his reaction. He just wanted a few more days of peace to collect himself. A few more days of brooding. He once was looking forward for the summer break and now it looked like an endless nightmare.

He finally decided to leave the hotel to go back home on a Sunday night. He would travel by night to Monaco and hoped that this way, no one would recognise him. He arrived to his flat right when the sun was starting to rise. The room was pitch black with the blinds closed but if he closed his eyes he could still smell her perfume and it made him want to scream. He let his bag fall on the floor in the entrance and went to his bedroom where he jumped on his bed to bury his face in his pillows. He stayed that way for a few minutes before finally turning on the lights. Opening the curtains was out of the question, he didn’t want anyone to believe he had come back. Not now because that would mean people could guess he was there and would come and he didn’t want that. His gaze fell on the frame where Julia and Louis smiles were frozen in time. In a raging gesture he took it and threw it against his door, letting the object shattered in its fall.

“Fuck! Shit! No, no, no, no, no….” he ran to his door, not caring about the glass that cut his feet and took the picture that was now crumpled and slightly ripped in its centre. It was good for the trash now. Slowly, he stood up and went to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors. Slowly he cut the part that was good for the trash and who ironically happened to be Julia. He looked at it, trying to see if there was any possibility to fix it and decided that it was no use. It hurt too much. He then went to retrieve his wallet and put Louis’ face in it.

He was now running out of things to do and came to terms with the fact that he had to take a look at his phone. He couldn’t ignore it forever. He took a deep breath and braced himself to face the outside world. As he expected he had hundred of missed calls and texts from basically everyone but the one he hoped to see. He barely cared, didn’t want to look at them and even less reply to them. He let his phone on the side to go and take a shower. He felt stinky and thought it would be one step more towards his return to civilisation. Once he felt a little bit more human he was planning to slump on his couch, wallowing in self-pity trying to understand when he had gone wrong when a loud bang against his front door made him jumped. He stood still, trying to not make a noise and hopping that whoever was behind would leave. But what if it was Julia? What if she was coming back to tell him that she loved him and that she was sorry about everything and she wanted to be with him, for good? His train of thoughts was interrupted by the voice of his best friend.

“I know you in there. You never deactivate the localisation on your phone, idiot. Open, please. Ethan…”

Slowly and still hesitating, he opened the door by a crack to reveal Kyle who as soon as he saw his best friend rushed to his side, taking him in his arms. Shaking, Ethan return his hug and felt his last remaining walls tumbling down.

“We were all so scared. You disappeared, mate. Everyone was worried to death, especially since Julia had an accident and…”

“Julia what?”

“Nothing bad but, she did end up in the hospital with a wrist and a leg broken because of an encounter with a motorcycle. She is okay… she is with her parents, she is resting.”

She had an accident. Because of him or at least because of his confession and the panic she had felt. And he didn’t know. Or more, he should have known because he was sure that all the texts and calls he had received were to tell him about Julia. And he had ignored them. He had ignored her when she would have needed him. because no matter how hurt he had been, he would have rushed to her side. Maybe, after all she was right. They were too messed up for each other. Maybe breaking up was what needed to be done and she had just been braver than him.

“We broke up, Kyle.”

“I know.”

“I told her I loved her.”

“I know.”

“She rejected me.”

“I know.”

“I hurts. It hurts so fucking much.” He could feel the tears running down his cheeks as he sat down on the floor, followed by Kyle.

“I know. I’m not going to tell you that it will go away because it most probably won’t but now the question is what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know… respect her decision? That’s what a respectful and mindful guy would do.” Ethan shrugged.

“But you’re not.”

“No. I’m not.”

“So, question again. What will you do?”

“Give her the space she needs to focus on herself and thrive, because she deserves it. Meanwhile, I’m going to keep on going to my therapy and work on myself. And when it will be done, I’m going to get her back. Because I said it once, she is a girl worth fighting for and most of all, I love her and as stupid and cliché and cheesy it will sound, I don’t want another girl. I want her. The imperfections and the mess and the stupid fights. I want it all. And it might take time, but I won’t give up. I swear I won’t.”

Author's note: Believe it or not but this was one of the toughest chapter to write. It broke my heart to picture Ethan all alone and sad. And Julia got her karma. Still, poor baby girl. What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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ellieb2006 · 1 year ago

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10,11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

On the playground I am ridiculed for being chubby, no one liked the way i looked and stared at me while i covered myself up

I spend the summer angry at myself when my best friend takes my first kiss and gropes me in his bedroom with the doors locked

Later that year he comes back and asks me to have sex with him, i don’t understand so i agree, my parents see and instead of being alarmed they are mad at me, later him and I never speak again and i am shamed for it being so stupid

I am kisses under the jacket of a boy that claimed to hate me, pulling me in he grabs my breast and tries to slip it into his exposed hand,

Later we walk to dions, his hand between my legs, not understanding that this is wrong i let it happen for 6 more years after the fact

A boy calls me up and asks me to be his girlfriend, his sloppy kisses burn when they hit my skin as do his fists when they strike me in the head

I am dragged to the bathroom by a boy i fell in love with in a daze, pulling my hair i choke and my eyes water, my choir shirt is ripped down the middle and i have to tell everyone that it wasn’t my fault because i know what will happen if i tell the truth

I am taken to the back corner of the building, away from prying eyes, he takes down my pants and i cry out in pain, he covers my mouth and continues, he triumphs as he orgasms inside me, i cry as i call my dad to come and pick me up, saying a test ran me extra long and i missed my chance

I start wearing hoodies and jeans trying to cover myself up as much as possible to avoid being touched, but still they come up behind me and grab my ass in a attempt to make it alright

I can’t breathe anymore but it finally ends when the new one comes into the picture, i wait for him to do the same, but he never does, always gentle touches and hard thoughts, battling a death that we both didn’t want to come

We break up and i am no longer protected unless in the safety of my own home, as a disease ravages the world just as it had my body

I am groomed and talked to by men twice my age, i don’t remember much anymore and i stay up late at night, this is hell but hell is warmer then the feeling of a fist upon my cheek

You text me and i find myself trying not to fall again, knowing “this pain will continue, they only ever see you as one thing”, so we stop talking and i blank out the rest of freshman year of high school, not remember anything but the mild death threats that came if i should ever tell my parents.

I am layed down in the new bathrooms, my masked ripped off and my body bruised by how little i took care of it, losing the one form of protection i could have ever thought to have, i am defensless now

I black out and i don’t remember what happens anymore, praying that i could be okay

I have lost everything, i lost my child, my grandmother, the one final person i could count upon,

He’s smaller then me but hits me harder, everyone saw it but me, how was i supposed to know

He pulls over in my car and kisses me feverishly even though he is taken, i don’t kiss back but he won’t let go until i do

I dig scars under my breast trying to find anyway to look unattainable, unattractive, hoping that this would end

He gets me to high off of weed and takes advantage of my broken body and shattered heart, he leaves scars on my body, something no one else does, other people in our group start to notice,

I tell him no and suddenly i am the abuser and i am the villain, i am beaten and have a hand upon me every chance i get

“She can fight back, she’ll be okay”

He’s 18, school ends and i’m in my worst state ever, he takes me one last time,i would try to take my life the day after, the next day his boyfriend finds out and tells me to fuck off, i am alone but supported by the people that matter, he claimed he loved me adn thought that i loved him,

I was always the puppet and never loved.

#poetry #SA'd #rapeculture #indie

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haleyhunwritess · 2 years ago

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Hiya!! Could you write something soft with bestfriend!bucky x reader🤍🤍

🤍 drabble with soft best friend!bucky comforting reader

a/n: okay I'm not even gonna lie, this is kinda bad and long for no reason lol, its mostly me just projecting the shit i'm going through right now but i hope you still enjoy it lol

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Angel, can I come in?” Bucky tried knocking on your door again.

“P-please just go away…” You mumbled quietly, though Bucky still heard you. He could also hear the muffled sounds of crying coming from your room.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay, doll. Can I please just come in for a moment?” Bucky knocked on your door once again. Just a few minutes ago you were laughing with him in the kitchen as he was telling you stories from when he was younger. The laughter quickly stopped after you received a notification from the guy you had been seeing for the past month. Bucky didn’t get to read the text but judging from the look on your face, it wasn’t good.

“Not o-okay…just go away please! Just wanna be alone…won’t get hurt if I alone…” You shoved your face back against the pillow, starting to cry loudly again.

Hearing you cry like that, Bucky couldn’t wait. He knew the door was unlocked but he didn’t wanna come in unless you gave him permission to. But screw getting permission right now, especially with how hard you were crying. Walking in, he noticed you were huddled up under a bunch of blankets on your bed.

“Doll? Are you hiding under all these blankets?”Bucky slowly lifted the blankets of you, his heart clenching at the sight of your tear-stained face.

“Don’t wanna talk, please leave…” You mumbled, trying to pull the blankets back over your head.

Bucky was quick to stop you however, and forced you to sit up, “That’s alright, you don’t have to talk. All I wanna do is make sure you’re okay, and then I’ll leave, I promise.”

“I’m fine, just go…” You muttered, crossing your arms.

“Please don’t lie to me, angel. What’s wrong?” Bucky sighed, sitting down on the bed infront of you.

“I…Everything h-hurts…” You said quietly, looking down at the blankets as the tears found their way back to your face.

“What hurts, love? Did you hurt yourself?” Bucky looked at you, looking for any injuries. He knew you weren’t physically injured but he still wanted to make sure.

“No I meant like on the inside, it feels like everything hurts, like my heart hurts…”

Bucky nodded before responding, “Did someone say something to you? Or do something?”

“Just sick of being everyone’s second option. Always stringing me along and using me until someone better replaces me. I’m sick of it…” You confessed as you turned your head to look away from Bucky, feeling embarrassed about the situation you were in, once again.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Bucky sighed, “You don’t deserve to be treated this way, I’m sorry.”

“Whatever, ‘S fine I’m used to it,” You shrugged, trying to wipe your tears away quickly.

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay though. You don’t deserve to be someone’s second option, you deserve so much more. You deserve to be treated with love and respect.” Bucky replied, taking your hand in his and rubbing it gently.

“I-I hate that they always try to hide it too…every time, after a while, they’ll start to become a bit distant, and that’s how I know they’re gonna leave soon. They’ll deny it and say I’m just being insecure but sure enough, each time it’s the same thing. Each time they’ll be talking to some other girl behind my back, and then later on they’ll ghost me instead of telling me anything.” You continued, “I’m just so sick of the lies, if you’re gonna use me like that then at least be fucking honest about it. Stop lying and telling me I’m picturing things and how you only want me. Just tell me the truth.”

Once the words left your mouth, it was like you couldn’t stop. You just continued telling him how hurt you were and how often things like this would happen to you. You looked back at him, and almost cringed at the pity look on his face.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, just trying to think of the right words. However, he really didn’t know what to say after your little confession, “I don’t know what to say, doll…I just- I’m so sorry you’re going through this. You deserve so much better. It’s okay to want them to tell you the truth, especially if you’ve been hurt like this before. You’re allowed to be scared, and if they’re really worth it they wouldn’t just call you insecure and lie to you. They would tell you your feelings are valid and reassure you instead, and they certainly wouldn’t lie to you,”

You nearly scoffed at him as he said all those sweet words. You’d heard them before from nearly all your friends, but it was getting harder to believe them. Especially when others around never seemed to have these issues.

“I know you may not believe me right now, and that’s okay. You don’t need to worry about any of that right now. Only thing you need to focus on right now is forgetting about that idiot. How about we go get some food and then come home and watch movies all day, yeah?” Bucky kissed the top of your head, pulling you in closer to hug you. You nodded, smiling a bit at his words. He always knew what to say.

And he was right, you didn’t need to worry about that right now. All you have to do now is forget about that idiot. You couldn’t help but start crying again though, feeling that anxiety creep its way back in.

“It’s all gonna be okay, love, I promise.” Bucky held you in arms, letting you cry on his shoulder.

#best friend!bucky x reader #bestfriend!bucky #best friend!bucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #🤍 drabble #1k celebration #haley 1k celebration

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emeraldenha · 3 years ago

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❈ SUMMARY. though managing to stay in touch, you and Nishimura Riki were forced to live separate lives at different paces, but that was just the new normal. however, after seeing you again during your annual summer visit, he finds himself deep in trouble when faced with acknowledging his hidden feelings.

❈ PAIRING. childhood friend!ni-ki x fem!reader

❈ GENRE. friends to lovers, fake dating trope, mutual pining, fluff

❈ W/C. +6.6k words

❈ WARNINGS. not even cursing for this one folks, just pure and simple fluff <3

“you said what?”

“I may have told my friends that I have a girlfriend and they didn’t believe me so… I need your help.”

“well, they obviously don’t believe you because you don’t have one.”

“y/n, please!”

“no, riki!” you let out a frustrated sigh, still processing the fact that your childhood friend had called you over the phone just for this. “why would you lie to them?”

you and riki had known each other since you were little, your moms being the best of friends. you had even lived in the same neighborhood growing up until your last year of middle school, but then your father’s job required you to move a bit further out of the area and you had seen riki significantly less now that you were also enrolled into a different high school.

it was an unspoken rule that you always called first. riki could barely even respond to text messages as is, so it was rare for him to make the effort to call you when the both of you were so busy living your own separate lives.

and that was exactly why you had a bad feeling when you saw his contact illuminating your screen. riki was only ever desperate enough to call you when it came to asking for favors.

“because they said I was too childish to get a girlfriend! I just wanted to prove them wrong,” he explains in an ironically childish manner.

you groan in annoyance, “and why does that have to involve me?”

“you’re the only girl I talk to,” he begrudgingly admits, his voice lowering as if he'd just revealed a big secret. “all I'm asking for is one hang out. after that, I'll make up an excuse so you won't have to keep up the act for too long.”

“and how do you plan on doing that?” you question him, hoping that he'll realize his flawed logic and drop the matter all together. “if you've somehow forgotten, I live like a couple hours away from you. how am I supposed to meet your friends, huh?”

you wait for him to respond on the other end of the call, assuming he was trying to think of a feasible answer.

“school ends after finals in two weeks.”

“so?”

“my mom told me your family is planning to visit again over the summer,” he says matter-of-factly. “that's literally right around the corner! this could totally work.”

you hated that he was technically right. everything on paper sounded like a solid line of action.

'of course it does,' you think. 'scheming was embedded into riki's nature.'

you hear him clear his throat after a long silence, “I won’t ask you for something like this ever again, I promise.”

“can't you just, I don't know, tell them the truth instead?” you ask in one last final attempt.

he lets out a dry chuckle and you can practically picture him shaking his head at your suggestion, “no, my pride won't allow that.”

“you’re so reckless sometimes,” you exhale, lying down on your bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. “but fine, I’ll be your fake summer fling or whatever. do anything crazy and I’ll kill you.”

“are you threatening me?”

“yes, I am very much threatening you.”

you were sweating bullets the moment you and your parents arrived at the nishimura residence and it wasn’t just from the summer heat.

you knew that this was the place you’d be staying at considering your family was always welcomed at the nishimura's, but upon your actual arrival, you wanted to pass out.

“it's so nice to see you, y/n!” riki's mother pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. “you've grown so much since the last time I saw you.”

“mom, we saw her last winter for the holidays. it hasn't been that long,” riki grumbles, embarrassed by her overbearing liveliness.

“oh, don't be silly! that was still around half a year ago,” mrs. nishimura argues as she untangles her arms from yours, waving a hand at her son dismissively. “you kids are still in high school. look at how tall riki has gotten lately!”

“mom,” riki facepalms himself, muttering incoherent words into his sweater paw.

“he really is getting taller,” you father muses, instinctively moving to size up to him. he laughs with a strong clap to riki's back. “he'll most likely surpass my height someday.”

riki ends up stumbling forward, coincidentally right in front of where you were standing.

“hey,” you smile softly.

riki finds his footing, sheepishly returning your smile when he does, “hey.”

the two of your families end up talking outside for another handful of minutes, never a missing beat of conversation or laughter before deciding to finally head inside.

“riki, help y/n with her bags,” his father instructs him, walking inside while holding some reusable bags of food and a cooler your parents had brought on your little road trip here.

riki turns to you, watching you struggle to carry your luggage with two backpacks slung over each of your shoulders.

“give me those,” he tilts his chin towards the backpacks obviously weighing on your back.

“I've got it,” you stubbornly deny his offer.

riki rolls his eyes, wordlessly untangling the straps of your bags from your arms until they're in his grasp. you choose not to start an argument over it as you enter the house, simply setting your luggage at the base of the staircase along with your family's other belongings.

“you two can go up to riki's room to catch up,” riki's mother says while taking a seat on their living room couch. “us adults will just continue chatting downstairs.”

you nod and thank his parents for their hospitality, following riki as he leads you towards the familiar route to his room.

the first thing you do when riki closes the door is land a hard smack on his arm.

“ouch, what was that for?” he pouts, rubbing the spot that took the most impact.

“you seriously have to ask?” you huff. “it's for whatever mess you're getting me into with this whole fake dating thing. I still can't believe you roped me into that, like what were you thinking?”

“why are you so mad?”

“I'm not mad,” you bicker. “you're just annoying.”

riki pretends as if he didn't hear your comment, “since you brought it up, should we go over the plan?”

“I guess so,” you eventually cave in with a shrug. “I have some questions anyways.”

he nods, “ask away.”

“first things first, how large is your friend group?” you make yourself comfortable on riki's bed while he plops onto one of his beanbag chairs on the floor.

he thinks for a moment, “there's seven of us including me.”

you blink, not expecting his answer, “I have to play girlfriend for six of your guy friends?”

“don't say it like that!”

“say it like what?”

“the whole 'play girlfriend' thing!” he whines dramatically. “it's weird when you put it like that.”

“but isn't that basically what this is?” you give him a weird look. “it was your idea to fake date; I don't know why you're so squirmy over it all of a sudden.”

riki doesn't respond, acknowledging that you had a point.

“it feels like I sort of have a secret identity now,” you change topics to spare riki the embarrassment. the whole ordeal in itself was already enough. “I'm still offended you've never told them about me though.”

you dramatically wipe the nonexistent tears on your cheek.

“I have mentioned you to them before,” riki discloses, unconsciously pursing his lips together. “it's just that I've only mention you in passing, so I've never really told them your name.”

'just that you're my childhood crush.'

“what kind of stuff did you say about me? all good things I hope,” you playfully tease him.

riki diverts his gaze, fixing his hair to distract himself, “I don't really remember,” he lies straight through his teeth. “probably just stuff that was relevant for when I was telling old stories or something like that.”

“makes sense,” you nod, not suspecting a thing — fortunately, in his case.

riki would rather jump off a cliff than profess that he's basically had a crush on you for as long as he's been alive.

“okay,” you exclaim as you criss-cross your legs with a pillow resting in your lap. “what's our backstory?”

“okay so,” he starts, adjusting his sitting position to straighten his posture. “I told them you're my long distance girlfriend that I randomly meet while accidentally text messaging the wrong number and—”

“wait, why would you accidentally text message the wrong number?” you interject.

“because jay got a new phone recently and I just lied and said that I mistyped one of the numbers into his contact info,” he quickly runs through the information.

“wow, you think fast on your feet.”

“I know, now let me finish.”

you roll your eyes but let him continue.

“jay got his new number a few months ago, so I said that we've been talking for two months and have been dating for one,” riki elaborates with a bunch of hand gestures for full effect. “your family is visiting since you come from the countryside and have some relatives here that you usually come to see during vacation.” he racks his brain to reiterate as much as possible before adding, “and we don't have to act super intimate or anything because they think we'll be meeting in person for the first time.”

you scrunch your nose at that last bit, “you said that you've never met me before? they must think I'm a catfish then.”

“hey, it was a smart move on my part!” he defends himself. “plus, I've already added that we've also been talking through facetime. there you have it, catfishing accusations avoided!”

listening to that, you were almost jealous of yourself as his fake girlfriend.

'at least she got facetime calls.'

“you've really thought this through,” you shake your head in disbelief.

riki smirks, evidently proud in himself, “I take my secrets to the grave, y/n.”

“I don't doubt that.”

riki abruptly lifts himself off his beanbag chair and makes his way towards where you were sitting, mimicking your criss-crossed position on the bed as he sits facing towards you.

“are you sure you're okay with doing this?” he hesitantly pops the question. “I know I sort of coursed you into doing this favor for me, but I won't go through with it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I'll be fine,” you shrug like it's no big deal. “it's not like this will change anything, right?”

internally, you were freaking out a little. you had been on a couple dates after you and riki parted for high school, but they had never really went anywhere. at the end of the day, you were still the same single, boyfriendless girl that riki had gotten to know all his life.

the same girl that developed feelings for her childhood best friend all those years ago.

beneath the surface, you had always liked riki but did little to act on it.

especially after losing the luxury to walk to his house that was five minutes away or be able to sit next to him in class, it felt pointless to chase after someone that wouldn't even send a simple text if his life depended on it. you were well aware that riki would never be the type who show'd he cared — even when he did — as a kid, but you had expected that maybe he would start trying a little harder considering you were no longer within close distance.

despite your high hopes, it was still you doing all the heavy lifting and you took it as a sign that you had lost all real significance in his life.

you couldn't help but wonder if this plan of his would parallel to all your other failed dates and attempts at romance, or if this was your chance to make your relationship with riki something more.

“yeah,” riki agrees. “nothing will change.”

'nothing will change. don't give your hopes up... again.'

“good,” you force a smile without a thought, trying to block out the chunks of negativity floating in the back of your brain.

“we're going to the amusement park,” he informs you with a smile of his own, ruffling your hair with his hand until it began to jumble at the top of your head. “we're meeting them tomorrow morning at nine, be ready by then.”

nine o'clock soon becomes nine-thirty by the time everyone gathers together in front of your intended meeting spot outside the amusement park.

when you and riki had first arrived at nine o'clock sharp — due to your punctuality — a couple of his friends were already there. you counted three after exchanging brief introductions.

“where are the rest?” riki searches around but fails to catch sight of his missing friends.

“we all came together,” one of the boys, who you learned was jake, says while pointing to himself and the other two. “the other three must've gone in heeseung's car. they'll probably be here soon.”

“it's nice to meet you, y/n!” sunoo beams at you brightly, shifting everyone's attention onto you.

“thank you,” a smile makes its way onto your face. “it's nice to meet you too.”

“riki said you're from the countryside,” jay prompts in flow of the conversation.

you nod, keeping in line with the backstory riki formulated, “that's correct.”

in actuality, that was completely false. you didn't move that far after you graduated middle school. you were still relatively within the city.

“really?” jay says in surprise. “your dialect sounds the same as ours though.”

well, you hadn't thought about that.

“my parents only moved to the countryside right before I was born,” you awkwardly laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “I'm comfortable speaking in both dialects, since I speak them both in and outside of home respectively.”

lies, lies, lies.

your heart was racing. you weren't used to this.

“good going, jay,” jake's voice drips with sarcasm as he nudges jay in the side. “you've made her uncomfortable.”

“it's okay!” you laugh it off, saved by a trio of boys approaching where you and everyone else were standing.

“sorry for being late! parking was an absolute nightmare,” the boy in the center apologizes, twirling a set of car keys around his index finger.

'that must be heeseung.'

“it's fine,” jay leisurely brushes off the apology, taking a moment to stretch. “at least now we're all here.”

“guys,” riki shouts, subtly wrapping an arm around your waist. “this is y/n. y/n, this is sunghoon, heeseung, and jungwon.”

he points each of them out from left to right.

you go through another round of 'nice to meet yous' before jungwon speaks up.

“I hope you'll be able to feel comfortable around us, y/n! don't be nervous and have fun,” his words put you at ease and you manage to sincerely thank him for his reassurance amidst the initial surprise.

“now that the formalities are out of the way,” sunoo points towards the amusement park entrance. “shall we get going?”

there's a harmonious dynamic within the group you can't quite put your finger on. they were so full of energy that the morning was already spiraling by and their silliness made you laugh so hard that you though you'd burst a lung.

and they also made sure to make you feel as welcomed as possible, which you had greatly appreciated.

you had plenty of friends at your high school, but oftentimes, you preferred to be more on the reserved side. your daily schedule was a repeated sequence of studying and chatting about mindless things like the weather.

this was the perfect start to your summer, a breath of fresh air. you couldn't remember the last time you were this carefree.

“riki, riki, riki,” you cling onto him as he drags the both of you off the exiting platform of the rollercoaster ride. “I feel so dizzy. I'm about to be sick.”

“you'll be fine,” is all riki says in response, but he lets you place your hand on his shoulder as you descend down the set of stairs to rejoin the rest of the group.

as everyone continues strolling through the walkway, most of them are debating on what they should do next, riki pitches in on their discussion while you stay a bit behind next to heeseung and jake.

“I heard you say riki earlier,” heeseung looks over at you, tilting his head in confusion. “you call him by his real name?”

“real name?” you let out an uncomfortable laugh. “of course I do. what else would I call him?”

“he only let's us address him by his nickname, ni-ki,” jake chimes into the conversation.

“really?” you say with genuine awe, a dumbfounded expression on your face. “I didn't know that.”

heeseung and jake exchange knowing looks.

with an airy chuckle, heeseung casually says, “guess that just means you're special.”

the thought alone could make your heart burst.

you swear that by noon, you could confirm that these boys do not rest. there's never an awkward pause of silence, and as you soon learned, no breaks either.

“stop oversharing my embarrassing childhood past to y/n! it makes for a bad first impression,” sunghoon tries to tackle sunoo who had been talking to you about him after sunghoon made a fool of himself on the tea cup ride.

“don't worry, I don't judge,” you attempt to lighten the mood at the sight of sunghoon's reddening cheeks. “if you think your stories are embarrassing, then riki clearly hasn't told you enough of his. riki was so cute when he was a kid!”

jay slowly halts his laughter, curiously raising an eyebrow, “how would you know?”

your eyes widen by a fraction and it takes you a second to think of what to say, “he showed me some of his baby pictures one time.”

“he did?” sunoo gasps, clutching at your arm and giving it an enthusiastic shake. “can I see?”

riki purses his lips, removing sunoo's hands off your arm before drawing you closer, “no, keep dreaming.”

you liked this riki.

“boo, you're no fun,” sunoo says with disappointment.

“wait, guys!” jungwon calls out to the group, waving them over. “isn't that the new rollercoaster they added earlier this year? it looks insane! we should totally go on that one next.”

everyone immediately seems to agree in unison, while you on the other hand, could only stare at the rollercoaster they were referring to in awe, mouth agape.

“close your mouth; you'll catch flies,” riki snickers from beside you, gently pushing up your chin with his finger.

you're too distracted to even mentally fawn over the gesture.

“there's no way I'm going on that death contraption,” you say, wincing at the loud screams coming from afar. “you guys can go ahead. I'll sit and wait around here somewhere.”

riki sighs before intertwining your fingers with his, “are you sure? I don't want you staying here all alone by yourself. it might take awhile since the line is long.”

“I'll opt out!” sunoo volunteers, overhearing your conversation. “rollercoasters are overrated anyways. I want to get some cotton candy.”

“just say you're a scaredy cat,” sunghoon teases using a baby voice, poking at sunoo's cheek.

“are you sure you'll be alright?” riki pesters you again with the question, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I can stay back if you want.”

“yah, are you saying you don't trust me to accompany her?” sunoo yells with an offended expression.

riki ignores sunoo's comment, eyes only on you as he waits for your response.

you couldn't remember the last time riki was this openly concerned over your wellbeing, even if it was as simple as not wanting to leave your side in a crowded space.

“it's just a rollercoaster ride,” you laugh, nervous under his gaze. it makes you afraid that you'll get greedy, greedy for his attention on you like this. “go and have fun! I'll just walk around with sunoo for a little bit and I'll see you again in no time.”

riki finally turns to sunoo, fiercely narrowing his eyes at the boy, “if you lose her, I'll never forgive you.”

you roll your eyes, letting go of his hand to playfully slap his chest, “I'm not a dog.”

“yeah, I know you're not,” riki grabs you by your elbow and tugs you closer, kissing your cheek so quickly that you can barely even process it. “but you're mine,” he whispers, a cheeky grin playing on his lips.

before you can muster a response, he's already jogging to get in line for the ride, hauling the rest of his friends with him.

“that kid,” sunoo tsks. you turn around to see him standing behind you, arms crossed. “what possessed him to start using pick-up lines? watching that gave me shivers.”

he acts as if a shiver ran down his spine, garnering a laugh from you at his antics.

the nearest food stalls are a fair walk from where you originally were, but sunoo doesn't lose his determination in search of getting his sugar high. once he's able to spot a row of cotton candy on display, he animatedly spends his money on the overpriced goods, not forgetting to buy one for you.

“thanks for the cotton candy,” you stuff the pastel pink substance into your mouth. “you really didn't have to get me any.”

“it's no problem,” sunoo cheerfully assures you. “think of it as a token of our friendship! any friend of riki is a friend of mine, well, girlfriend in your case.”

his statement leave you flustered as you're reminded of why you're here in the first place. you were here to be riki's fake girlfriend.

“are you having a good time?” sunoo asks. “I hope it's not too overwhelming to be hanging out with a bunch of people you've never met before.”

“it's not overwhelming, I promise,” you shyly deny. “you all are super nice and thoughtful. I'm glad I could come.”

“that's perfect then!” he says with a bright smile, picking at more of his cotton candy. “you seem really nice too. you know, when he first told us about you, we thought he was just bluffing. but you and him look really cute together. I'm rooting for you.”

“thanks,” you giggle, taking a moment to pretend as if all of this were real. “I like riki a lot. I've never felt this way for someone before, only him.”

“aw, that's so adorable.”

you can't help but smile to yourself, imagining what it'd be like if you and riki were actually together.

“take care of ni-ki's heart, okay?” sunoo says half-jokingly, a serious undertone lying beneath his words. “I'm trusting you.”

you're unable to look up from your feet but manage to hum in response, “I will.”

you feel guilty for lying, but even more so, you wish you could ask him for advice. there was so much you wanted to get off your chest that you couldn't, because the reality was that you weren't riki's girlfriend, even though you wanted to be.

and how could you possibly take care of a heart that was never given to you?

nishimura riki was a liar, because after that day at the amusement park, you were invited to hang out with his friends more than once. in fact, it took up the majority of your short-lived vacation before you were supposed to return home for your parents to start working again.

“kids, dinner's ready!”

you make your way downstairs to the dining room, riki closely behind. it was meant to be your last meal before hitting the road early tomorrow morning.

“so y/n,” your father melodramatically clears his throat to catch everyone's attention, halfway into the meal. “we have something that we've been meaning to talk about.”

your eyes widen at the phrasing of his words, “what is it?”

“it's nothing serious,” riki's mother chuckles in amusement. “he's just trying to scare you.”

“oh,” you exhale with a sense of relief.

“anyways,” your mother gets straight to the point. “your father and I were talking about how you seem to be enjoying your time here, so the nishimura's are offering to let you stay until you have to come back for school.”

her words were almost music to your ears. you had missed the place you once called home, and truthfully, the people in it.

you can practically feel your eyes sparking, “I can do that?”

“we'd love to have you here for the rest of the summer, if that's what you want,” riki's father says.

“of course,” you nod eagerly, unable to hide the wide smile stretched on your face. “I'd love to stay.”

however, managing to hide the fact that you and riki had known each other since childhood atop of faking an entire relationship, was more stressful than you had anticipated.

it's not like you had expected to keep up the act for this long.

every time you asked riki if he could end the fiasco by simply telling them the truth, he'd shut you down with a slew of excuses and would quickly change the subject.

so you were riki's fake girlfriend for the time being, and inevitably, there were multiple slip ups that almost got you exposed.

riki: don't come out of your room

y/n: ooo look who's texting first👀

riki: not the point🙄

riki: some of the boys just showed up out of nowhere and I can't let them see that you're staying here

you: got it, captain! wasn't planning on getting out of bed anyways lol

you: can you bring some food up later tho

you: I'll probably get hungry at some point

riki: I'll try but if I almost get caught then I'm aborting mission🤷‍♂️

you: then what am I supposed to do??

riki: starve ig

riki silently giggles to himself as he sends that last text message, reveling in the enjoyment he always gets after poking fun at you.

the boys that had come over were walking down the short hallway upstairs to head towards his room as per usual.

“hey, I think I left my hoodie in one of the drawers of your guest room a while back,” sunghoon says, causing riki's attention to instantly draw away from his phone. “I'll go get it real quick.”

the worst case scenario was already in motion. sunghoon was detouring to the room you were staying in.

“no, you can't go in there!” riki uses his body to block off the door. “my parents have some guests staying over, so all their stuff is inside.”

“it'll just be a second—”

“I think someone's sleeping in there right now,” he interrupts sunghoon mid-phrase, switching his voice into a whisper. “it's best that you get it back later.”

“oh, okay,” sunghoon mumbles while retracting his steps, startled by riki's urgency. “sorry, I'll retrieve it next time.”

you: heard the commotion just now

you: hope you didn't break your back guarding the door lol <3

riki: ...

riki: we do not EVER speak of this again

then, there was the trivia game incident.

since you were the group's newest addition, they took advantage of finally being an even number of eight people to play games with you and riki automatically being partners as the so-called couple of the bunch.

it was jake's idea, as he was apparently the proclaimed host of game night that was always done at his house, to play a trivia game that was stuffed into the back of his board game shelf. you and riki were currently in the lead with jay and jungwon in second.

“next question is for y/n,” jake announces, picking up one of the question cards from the deck. “what's your partner's favorite superhero?”

“easy,” you chuckle, waiting for riki to write down his answer first. “it's spider-man.”

you were surprised when riki flipped his board around to reveal something completely different.

“I guess someone got too confident,” jay laughs, anticipating to shift the momentum of the game now that you were off your winning streak.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows, “no, y/n is right. ni-ki's mentioned before that spider-man is his favorite.”

a perplexed expression crosses riki's face as he notices his mistake, but you know more than anyone that he got it wrong on purpose.

“oops, my bad.”

jake sighs, “another point for y/n and ni-ki's team.”

he moves your game piece on the game board by a space.

“how do you guys know more random facts about each other than the rest of us,” sunoo whines, bewildered.

“yeah, even heeseung got like a third of my questions wrong,” jake adds. “so much for ramyeonz line.”

you casually shrug, “I must have really good memory.”

as expected, you and riki end up winning the game with ease, even with riki's attempts to sabotage it.

you understand what he's trying to do but decide to feign obliviousness.

“y/n,” riki lightly nudges your arm. “want to come with me to get more snacks?”

“why do I need to come—”

“just help me,” riki discreetly gives you a sharp look before dissolving into a much less scarier one. “I'll need an extra hand.”

you slowly stand up from your spot on the floor, trailing behind him as he guides you into the kitchen.

riki doesn't say anything in the beginning, only obtaining the bags of chips to refill the empty snack bowls with.

“so what's up?” you ask nonchalantly.

“you need to stop being so competitive or else they're going to find out,” he nags, not beating around the bush.

“why is this all my fault?” you take a deep breath, nowhere near prepared to discuss the matter. “you answered a lot of my questions right too.”

“but I made sure to a miss a couple every now and then so that it wouldn't look suspicious.”

“you wouldn't have to if you told them the truth.”

riki runs a hand through his hair, “you know that's not an option.”

“come on, riki, they're your friends. don't you see that this is turning into more than just a small white lie? don't you feel sorry for lying to them?”

“look, y/n, we're too deep into this to back out now. can't we just do what we've been doing for a little longer?”

you scoff, “are we seriously never going to tell them because of your stupid pride?”

“I'm not doing this for my pride!” riki whisper-shouts, taking a step closer to you.

you slam your hand on the granite counter, “then what is it?”

“hey, is everything okay in here?” jay unexpectedly swings by, leaning on the doorframe. “you guys were taking a while and jake's ready to start the next game.”

there's a tense atmosphere in the air.

“everything's fine,” you say, beelining out of the kitchen without another word.

jay looks over his shoulder, watching as you speed-walk past him, “you guys didn't fight, did you?”

riki can only sigh and shake his head, exiting in the same fashion with the bowls of snacks you had forgotten to take with you on your way out.

'just hang in a little longer, y/n,' riki tells himself, wishing he had the courage to say those words to your face. 'I don't want to let go of you just yet.'

you had the urge to applaud yourself for putting in so much unnecessarily effort into sticking with riki's plan.

the two of you had lacked any sort of proper communication after the clash that had occurred in jake's kitchen, and you had reluctantly settled on complying with his wishes for the rest of the summer.

you still enjoyed having fun with him and the group, your heart forever remaining on your sleeve for anyone by the name of nishimura riki, but the boys continued to stay in the dark about your real relationship with him.

it was within the last few weeks of summer that it all went downhill.

heeseung had invited jay and riki to play video games, jungwon also inviting himself over as supposed moral support.

through countless rounds of gaming, the topic of conversation somehow got to former crushes.

“I read those love letters jay used to send that one girl,” jungwon says while mindlessly watching them play. “they were incredibly cheesy.”

“you said they were good!”

“I didn't want to bruise your ego too much.”

“what happened to the childhood crush you used to talk about, ni-ki?” heeseung randomly brings up.

“that was forever ago,” riki downplays the subject. “I've moved on from that already.”

'I haven't.'

heeseung eyes him at his cold reaction, “okay, was just asking...”

the only noise that can be heard after the next few moments is riki's cheering.

“yes!” riki suddenly yells in victory. “I win again!”

heeseung simply clicks his tongue at his loss.

“jay, you can take my place,” riki hands off the controller. “I'm going to the bathroom and raiding heeseung's fridge after.”

“knock yourself out,” is all heeseung says before starting the next game with jay immediately immersing himself where riki was previously sitting.

riki leaves the room, the three remaining boys resuming to their activities.

that was until a minute later when riki's phone started ringing. jungwon peeks over at the screen to see 'mom' displayed as the contact name.

“should I answer it?” jungwon asks out of curiosity.

“I mean, you could,” heeseung shrugs, eyes still focused on the tv screen. “it's probably just his mom wondering when he's gonna be home or something.”

jungwon nods at his input, “I'm going to answer it.”

he picks up riki's phone, holding it to his ear.

“hi, mrs. nishimura! this is jungwon speaking,” jungwon brightly greets her through the phone. “ni-ki's in the bathroom right now, so I just thought I'd answer for him in case it was anything important.”

“ah, that's very sweet of you, jungwon!” riki's mother chirps, heavily familiar with all of her son's friends. “I was just calling to check if my boy was coming home for dinner or not.”

“he can stay here with us for dinner if that's okay,” he replies in a polite manner.

“of course,” she hums. “I guess it'll just be me and y/n today,” her voice switches into a quieter tone, as if she was thinking aloud.

“y/n?” jungwon furrows his eyebrows in confusion. the name alone gets heeseung and jay to silently eavesdrop on the conversation while they continue gaming. “is y/n over there right now?”

'why is she at ni-ki's house without ni-ki?'

“yes, I've heard from riki that she's been hanging out a lot with you boys! I'm so glad he finally introduced her to all of you after all these years. isn't she lovely?”

“yeah, she's great,” jungwon answers thoughtlessly before backtracking. “wait, all these years? can you elaborate on that?”

“did he not explain how he knows y/n to you yet? he's always so forgetful, but y/n is a good family friend of ours!” she happily fills in the blanks for him. “they've known each other since they were in diapers. he's so in love with her, you know, I wish he'd just confess already.”

“I'm sorry, could you say that again?” jungwon stammers, not believing his own ears. “confess? they're not dating?”

“I know right! they look so much like a couple sometimes that it doesn't seem like they're just best friends.”

“I should get going now, mrs. nishimura,” jungwon swiftly excuses himself. “I'll let ni-ki know you called.”

after exchanging brief goodbyes, jungwon hangs up the phone, blanking staring at the wall.

he sighs, “we've been lied to.”

nobody speaks for a moment.

“so y/n's not ni-ki's girlfriend?” heeseung says, mouth ajar and video game already put on pause. “woah, how have we not discovered that this entire time?”

“I always knew something was up,” jay mutters, shaking his head. “they both were always acting super off; it was clear as day.”

the door to heeseung's room opens and the three boy's instantly lock their eyes on the figure walking in.

“what?” riki awkwardly laughs as he enters back into the room, clueless to the situation as he holds a plate of heeseung's microwaved leftovers in his hands. “why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“ni-ki,” jungwon's voice drops an octave as he narrows his eyes at the boy. “you've got a lot of explaining to do.”

“so,” riki draws out the vowel, tapping his foot on the pavement. “our cover is blown.”

“what?” you almost drop your ice cream cone in shock, meeting his eyes from the opposite side of your table at the ice cream shop. “what happened?”

“jungwon answered a call from my mom, and knowing how my mom is, you can pretty much guess how the rest went,” he summarizes the events from the previous day. “they grilled me about everything for a good ten minutes before heeseung had the idea to do a group facetime call with the rest and then that went on for who knows how long.”

“oh,” you lazily rest your chin on the palm of your hand. “then I guess this whole thing is over, right?”

you had been begging riki to call off the whole act all summer, but a part of you was still sad to hear that it was officially coming to an end.

“what if I don't want it to be over?” riki mutters while swirling around the scoop of ice cream left in the cup.

you freeze, barely being able to make out the words he had just said before stuttering, “huh? why would you not want it to be over?”

his saddened tone leaves you confused, and that's when you remember game night at jake's house. you remember riki claiming that his reasonings were more than just pride, and something about that undeniably filled you with the hope you had been avoiding.

you didn't want to get your heartbroken, but at the same time, you wanted to hear riki's true feelings for yourself.

“I'm not getting out of this, am I?”

“just answer honestly and I might let you live.”

“I like you. I've liked you for as long as I can remember,” he hesitantly confesses, deciding to shoot his shot before he regrets not taking advantage of the opportunity. “and I only convinced you to keep being my fake girlfriend because I thought it was my only chance with you, but I don't want you to just be my fake girlfriend. I want to date you, for real this time.”

you let out a sigh of relief, your hands instantly moving to cover your face, “oh thank god, it's not just me.”

riki's eyes widen in shock, “is that your way of saying you like me back?”

“I've always liked you, idiot.”

a wave of silence washes over you both, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

keeping in mind that actions speak louder than words, you take riki's hand in yours, a gesture you had repeated so many times this summer but finally in a different context.

“think you can handle a real long distance relationship?” you tease with a smirk decorating your face.

“with you, I can handle anything,” his grip on your hand tightens. “nothing else matters.”

you didn't have to worry about whether or not you had riki's heart. he had reserved it for you from the beginning.

“oh, and you better start calling me first from now on.”

“but...”

“nishimura riki.”

“whatever, you're lucky I like you so much.”

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Ophélie

I was nervous like I was about to meet my new and real family in law. To some extent, I was. No, Niall and I were not really dating but everyone thought we were, including his family and mine. Not only that, but we were much closer now, and the fact that we spent so much time only us two together made me see a side of him that I liked more than I wanted to admit to myself.

I was pretty sure my heart stopped when his mom opened the door and brought him into a hug. She was tiny, short, and it was crazy how much Niall looked like her. The fact that they also shared the same smile was troubling but i liked her already, and something in my stomach twisted at the thought of lying to her. Maybe we could tell her this was fake? After all, I had messaged her from Niall's phone to get back at him and piss him off, she had nothing to do with that and she didn't deserve to be in the middle of that war we had going on... or used to have.

I blinked a few times but remained motionless as Niall hugged his mom tighter.

"Hey ma, missed ya."

It made me miss my own mom, and also my dad and brother, but I just swallowed hard and waited until they pulled away. When she turned to me and sent me a smile, I felt my heart jump in my throat and had to swallow it back. Her smile was genuine and soft, and when she whispered my name and pulled me in her arms, I allowed myself to just enjoy the affection I was getting from a woman I felt I already knew.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you!'

"Me too." I whispered, closing my eyes.

We pulled away after a few seconds and I held my breath when I felt Niall's hand on my back. It was not really his hand, mostly just the tip of his fingers brushing against my lower back, but it made my heart twist again. I tried not to show it but my heart was beating so hard against my chest I had to swallow hard before holding my breath. It reminded me how close Niall and I were to fuck again not so long again and I shook my head slightly, trying to get rid of the images flooding my mind.

I knew Niall had to act loving with me around his family but at this point, I felt like neither of us were faking it anymore. We were close, closer than I thought we'd ever be, and it felt good to be relaxed around him and not fear of what we could do to each other.

I didn't know much about Niall's family but I was not surprised at how much love the walls of that house had been a witnesses of. It reminded me of my own family and I took a mental note to text my brother as soon as I could.

Maura was interested in who I was and in the fake relationship I had with her son. Somehow, I wished I could tell her about the real one we have, the one who started roughly but was going well now, the one we had to work on despite how annoyed we used to be at each other, the relationship I felt that Niall and I could really have at some point, even if only as good friends. Instead, we shared the story we had been told to say, the fake one that sounded like a fairy tale. I felt bad for the lies we were telling but at some point, I knew Niall would tell her the truth, or at least I hoped he would, and I could only cross my fingers that when it happens, Maura won't be too mad at me.

Niall and Maura's husband ended up washing the dishes while she brought me to the living room with a coffee. We sat down and she showed me a photo album with a few pictures of Niall as a kid. I didn't know why but it made something twist in my stomach. I couldn't remember the last time I met the parents of someone I dated, and it hurt that this was fake. I tried to push that thought away and enjoy how cute Niall used to be. I ran one of my fingers on a picture, tapping the tip twice on Niall's adorable face and smiled.

"He was such a cute kid." I pointed out, my lips curling more as I stared at the picture.

"You know he really has feelings for you, Ophélie, right?"

I chuckled uncomfortably and glanced up at her before frowning a bit and shaking my head slightly. "Yea, of course." I lied, shrugging both shoulders.

"No, I mean it." she insisted, placing her hand gently on my arm. "He never brings any girl here unless he's in love, I thought you should know that."

Slowly, I dared to look up and out eyes met. A sudden rush of guilt invaded me and for some reason, words I didn't mean to say escaped my lips.

"He doesn't really... I mean, me and him, we're not really..."

She nodded a few times and I held my breath. "I know, that's why I'm telling you that he loves you."

My lips parted as I stared at her but I didn't have time to ask anything. Niall walked in the living room and let himself fall next to me on the couch.

"Were you two talking about me?" he asked with a smirk, putting his arm on the back of the couch, near my shoulders.

I breathed in and forced a smile, turning my acting mode on before looking at him. "You're not the center of the universe, you know."

He bent closer and my smile fell slightly before my lips parted. He was close and I liked it. It made my heart beat faster. "Are you sure?"

My eyes dropped to his lips and I felt completely ridiculous but I quickly looked up in his eyes again only to send him a bigger smile. "Yes."

"Stop acting around me, you can't fool me anymore."

Instead to annoy me, it made me feel good and my smile turned into a fond one. It was hard to believe anyone could see through me like that, despite the fact that I could act, but it felt amazing to think someone wanted to try. If Niall ended up knowing how I really felt even if I tried to hide it, it would mean more to me than I could ever explain. It would also definitely be a first for me.

"Why don't you show me around?" I just replied, raising my eyebrows. "I'd love to see a few places you like."

I could read surprise in his eyes but he nodded and the left corner of his lips raised up. He showed me a school, a park, and a few houses but at some point, he reached for his phone in his pocket and turned to me.

"What do you think about meeting a few old friends of mine? They're at a pub right now."

If I was honest with myself, I actually wanted to be alone with him, but admitting that was embarrassing. I could also pretend I was too tired but I could see on his face that he really wanted to go and I didn't have the guts to ruin it for him.

When we walked in, he waved at a few people in the back and my heart stopped when some of them got up to wave back and call out his name. I grabbed his hand and the contact of his skin with mine made me hold my breath.

"Wait." I whispered, making him turn his body my way. "What are you gonna tell them?"

"Same I tell everyone I mean, I lie to my own mother, I'll lie to them too."

I looked up in his eyes and licked my lips, feeling guilty again. "Niall, about your mom..."

"NIALL!"

We both jumped and NIall looked at his friends before looking back at me and squeezing my hand in his. "It'll be alright, they'll love you."

I didn't know why he felt the need to reassure me but it worked, and I breathed out before nibbling gently on my bottom lip. "You stay with me, yea?"

"I promise."

He bent down and his lips brushed against mine. I answered his kiss and I heard a few salacious comments from afar. Niall moved his arm up, flipping them off while keeping his lips against mine and It made me chuckle against his mouth.

I forgot about his mother, or the fact that I was nervous, and we sat with his friends to have a few drinks together. It's only after an hour or so that I realized his eyes were shining and somehow, they were not shining while looking at me. He was in deep conversation with a girl he said was named Ciara, and he kept laughing in a way that made my heart literally drop in my chest. I wanted to leave quickly and try to get rid of that ugly feeling eating my insides but I was stuck in place, like glued to the chair as my fingers gripped my pint as hard as I could.

As much as I hated admitting it, especially to myself... I was jealous.

Niall

Nothing was easy about this relationship, and lying to my mom was probably one of the worst things I had to do in my whole life. I was not completely lying, though. In fact, It was getting more obvious with every hour passing by that the feelings I had for Ophélie were much closer to love than hate, and even if she was clearly not ready to admit it, I was pretty sure she was feeling the same.

When I kissed her in front of my old friends, it was not only for the show, it was mostly because I wanted to. I wanted to feel her lips against mine because I missed it. I knew she was not over what had happened with Viktor and I didn't expect her to be, but somehow, I missed being close to her, and the way she kissed me back proved me she did too.

She got along well with my friends but it was not surprising. I knew that even if she didn't, she could easily pretend otherwise. I liked to think I could read her better now though and the way she laughed and chatted with them was telling me she was genuinely having fun. I kept looking at her hand on the table or on her thigh, wondering if i should dare taking it in mine like a twelve year old on a first date and every single time, my heart jumped so high in my throat I had I swallow a long sip of beer to push it back down in my chest. I felt like a loser, but I was scared to be rejected and at the same time, I was scared to make her uncomfortable. After an hour or so, I was a bit tipsy, which was quite unusual for me. It was still early but the amount of alcohol in my system was making me ridiculously happy. I looked at Ophélie's hand one last time, ready to take it in mine and squeeze it tight, maybe even bring it to my lips and leave a few sweet kisses on it, when someone sat next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. I didn't expect it and jumped slightly, turning my head to the cute brunette before sending her a smile.

"Hey, Ciara, how have you been, darlin'?"

We had dated for a few weeks back in high school, I was pretty sure, but nothing really serious. It was more of a fling that didn't last and didn't matter than anything that could have turned into something serious with feelings. Nothing like the relationship I could definitely have with Ophélie. She was hot, as hot as she used to be maybe even more, but when she smiled at me, I didn't have this little twist in my stomach. When she laughed, it didn't make me want to smile, and when she touched me, it didn't send any shiver through my back. Ophélie did all that.

"Good!" she let out with enthusiasm, letting her fingers slide down my arm. "I'm so happy to see you again!"

I glanced at her hand on my arm and chuckled, shaking my head at her boldness. She knew I was dating Ophélie, didn't she? And she was aware that she was sitting right next to me? Why would anyone even do that?

"Ya, came here so I could present my girlfriend to my ma, you know, make it official."

Ciara's smile fell down slightly and she took her hand back, making me chuckle again. I didn't know if I sounded mean or just happy but I didn't really care.

"And she's so talented and smart too, and gorgeous, my ma already loves her." I added, probably making it worse. I didn't really care though, all I wanted was to tell someone how I felt for real, without hiding it. I moved closer to my old friend and licked my lips, smiling even more. "I know it's crazy but, I think she's 'the one'."

Just saying it out loud, even if in a whisper, made something stir in my chest. I should have told Ophélie first, I knew it, but letting it out like that made me feel lighter and the truth behind my confession made something burst inside me.

I lost my smile immediately when I felt Ophélie move next to me. She quickly got up, placed her hair, licked her lips and told me she needed air without looking at me. I frowned but didn't have time to say anything before she just left. No one seemed to notice, everyone kept laughing and chatting together and it took me about a minute to react, perhaps because of how sudden it was and because I was a bit tipsy.

I got up, my chair making an annoying sound as it scratched on the floor, and left Ciara alone at the table to join Ophélie outside. She was leaning against the wall, her arms around herself, and when she noticed me, she quickly turned her back to me and sniffed, bringing one of her hands to her face.

"Love, are you crying?"

"No!"

"Petal, I told you, you can't fool me anymore." I repeated gently in a soft tone. "And also, you can trust me."

Swiftly, she turned around to face me and it took me by surprise, almost as much as the expression or anger on her face... or was it sadness?

"Why the fuck should I trust you, Niall?" she asked rudely. "Because you stopped some asshole from raping me? Because you brought me here to your mama?"

My lips parted, astonished by this excess of rage I was not sure I deserved but I remained silent, not really knowing how to answer her.

"Niall Horan is always so perfect isn't he? Giving a chance to a weak new actress who can't even take care of herself! After all, Hollywood is a jungle isn't it? I should have known better! And he's so incredible to date such an average girl when he could have anyone he wanted! Next thing I know they'll give you Viktor's part in that fucking movie just for saving my ass without even asking me for my opinion!"

I saw a tear slip on her cheek and I wanted to wipe it gently. I wanted to hold her close to me and tell her everything would be okay, and that I was sorry for whatever I did that made her sad, but I knew it wouldn't work. She was not just angry, she was hurt, and I didn't know why.

"Pet, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Ophélie, please, can you tell me what I did that made you mad?"

Slowly, her face softened, her shoulders fell, and she pressed her lips together. She breathed in and then sighed before closing her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. They fluttered for a while and it made me want to kiss her for some reason.

"Forget it, Niall. It's not you, it's me. You don't owe me anything. We're not even really dating."

"We're not?"

The words escaped my lips and instead to make her mad, it made her chuckle and roll her eyes.

"No, and you're drunk. Let's just go to bed, okay?"

I was not sure where her tantrum came from but when we were both laying in the darkness of the guest room in my mom's house, I couldn't seem to fall asleep. That question kept moving in my brain, hitting the sides like the letters of an old dvd player.

I didn'r remember doing or saying anything wrong or bad. I didn't remember invading privacy or going too far. All I could remember was admitting my real feelings about Ophélie to some random girl and I was pretty sure my fake girlfriend hadn't even heard anything I had said. Could one of my friends had told her something bad about me? I had not seen them in so long, it would be very surprising.

I turned around in bed to be closer to Ophélie and licked my lips before clearing my throat.

"Hey, are you asleep?"

"Mm, no." she whispered back.

"I just wanted to say... I'm sorry." Silence. "For whatever I said or did that hurt you. And when you want to tell me, I'll apologize again, I swear, pet, hurting you is the last thing I want."

It took about a minute but she just sighed. "Okay."

"Can I hold you?"

"Okay."

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hanji-cafe · 3 years ago

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Long Distance H.J.S

Words: 4.2k

CW: NSFW, mentions of sexual fantasies, very vulgar language, angst, swearing, drinking, rejection

Post Playlist: Growing up is ___ - Ruel, Ribs - Lorde

Jisung laid under the sheets with his best friend curled up in his arms. He never imagined that she would make love to him the night before she moved across the country.

It was hard and sad. Jisung cursed the universe asking why it had to happen this way. He knew he should have confessed freshman year in band class but instead you kissed him goodbye the last summer night before you were heading to college.

His mom always told him not to go to college with someone in his heart, that would only make everything more difficult, but how was he supposed to go off and have fun when the thing he had been waiting for since he started high school was nestled in his arms. It was something that he would lose the next morning. How was he supposed to be okay?

“Jisung,” you mumbled with a soft whisper, the sleep still coating the corner of your eyes as they fluttered open to see Jisung staring at the ceiling in longing.

“I’ve always wanted this to happen, but now that it has, I feel like I can’t go back to how we once were,” Jisung confessed. “I honestly am in love with you, and I don’t know how to go off to Uni without you in my mind.”

“Hmm,” you hummed. “I’m sure there will be lots of hot women at your Uni. Much prettier than me. You’ll forget me within the first week.”

“Will you forget about me?” Jisung asked quickly.

No…

“Let’s just get some sleep, Jisung.”

“I’m going to be losing you in the morning. Going to sleep is the last thing I want to do.”

You both laid there, staring at the ceiling in complete silence, but it was comfortable. You and Jisung just had that kind of friendship. It was always okay to not have anything to say.

“Growing up is hard,” you whispered. “I don’t think I could ever forget you, Sung…”

“Then don’t,” he said, his hands brushing her side soothingly. “Let’s do long-distance…”

“Jisung, that won’t last a week.”

“I need this to be more than a one night fling!” Jisung cried.

“You’ll always be more than that,” you say, hugging him tightly. “You’re my best friend. You’ll always be my best friend, Jisung…”

“Then why does it feel like tonight is goodbye?”

That night was an unknown goodbye. When Jisung would come home for thanksgiving or winter break, you were off with a guy, either at his ski lodge or maybe at his mansion of a childhood home.

Jisung couldn’t deny he was jealous. Football games with short skirts and guys surrounding you? Pictures of you in a skintight dress ready to go to some frat party. Was he going crazy? Why couldn’t he forget you and do his own thing?

And then it hit him. Maybe if he posted pictures of him having the time of his life, you would get jealous and maybe come back during spring break (yeah right! Okay maybe Summer break…)

So Jisung joined a fraternity. He joined the band and the soccer team. He even started going to parties, kissing girls, downing beer after beer at tailgate parties. In all the pictures he posted, he looked as if he was living every college boy's dream life! Girls left and right, a great body, acceptable enough grades! But the truth was, Jisung hated every second, because every second he couldn’t get you out of his head.

And worst of all, he never even gained a like from you. Not one call, not one text, not even a comment. It stung like a wasp sting. How dare you ignore him like that? After everything you two had? You couldn’t even shoot him a text?

As the music of another night of frat parties boomed against his ears, he sat back on the couch, bitter as he scrolled through your Instagram. You had gone to some kind of party that night, a picture of you in a lingerie top and very short shorts, barely covering your ass. He wished he was there to block any guys from staring at your ass. He wanted to be the only one to have the honor.

“Why are you on your phone in a place like this?” A girl asked, plopping down beside him. He ignored her. She seemed pretty tipsy, and he didn’t want to deal with delivering another needed rejection. “Hello?” she asked, pulling away his phone.

“Listen bitch,” Jisung snapped, snatching his phone back, “why don’t you go pass out in a ditch somewhere?”

The girl gasped, slapping him across the face before storming off. Jisung rolled his eyes. It definitely wasn’t the first time a woman slapped him.

“That was quite a hit,” his roommate Hyunjin chuckled, plopping down beside him. “What did you do this time?”

“She was the one all over me,” Jisung scoffed.

“Awfully sensitive tonight, are we?” Hyunjin snickered, snatching his phone. “this …y/n again. What’s with her? She’s what you jerk off to every night when I’m trying to sleep?”

“Fuck off.”

“Not a no.”

“Fuck No. I don’t jerk off every night with you in the room,” Jisung spat, “That would be fucking weird.”

Hyunjin took a sip of his beer before patting his shoulder, “Well you aren’t exactly normal, buddy.”

“Is there a reason you’re sitting beside me, or do you just love annoying the fuck out of me?”

“Think you can find somewhere to crash tonight? I got this hot babe all over me, and I want to try her out in all different positions.”

“Yeah…” Jisung mumbled. “I got a place I can crash…”

“Great! See ya sometime tomorrow hopefully!” Hyunjin cheered before shoving his cup of beer in Jisung’s hands and scurrying off to the other side of the room. Jisung watched as Hyunjin basically swallowed the girl's face before taking her out of the house, and Jisung threw the beer in his hand back, downing the whole thing in less than a minute.

——

You sighed in pleasure as you pressed up against the guy standing behind you. You had a few too many drinks that night, but it only helped you finally approach the guy you’ve been crushing on since move in day. Jeong Yunho. He was tall and strong, and totally a gentleman when he helped you carry your heaviest bag up the stairs to your new dorm room.

Ever since that day you have had a hopeless crush on him, and now here he was holding your hips as you pulled him close. It seemed to happen in an instant, but suddenly your lips and his were pressed together in a messy wet kiss. It might have been the alcohol or the long awaited encounter, but the kiss felt better then anything since… well since Jisung.

You pulled away quickly, looking up into Yunho’s eyes. “We should take a picture?”

“A picture?” he asked, confused.

“Please?” you asked with puppy dog eyes. “Then I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” you hinted, and he smiled, nodding.

“Alright. Let’s take a picture before I mess up your hair,” he joked, and you laughed with him, leading him over to the couch, handing the phone to one of your friends. They happily took some pictures as you sat down on his lap, and suddenly he was placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. You felt your cheeks burn up before turning to peck his lips.

The walk back to your dorm seemed like an eternity, and when you finally got your door unlocked, you and Yunho kissed each other passionately before he was carefully pushing you down on your bed.

“You’re okay with this?” he confirmed, and you nodded, reaching over to your bedside table to pull out a whole pack of condoms before giggling. “Just don’t get me pregnant.”

“I don’t plan on it,” he laughed back before beginning to tug at your shorts.

From there on, the rest of the night was perfect except for the haunting fact that Jisung was still floating around in the back of your mind. Why you couldn’t get him out of your head you weren’t sure, but after spending some time with Yunho you would be okay, right?

“Are you okay?” Yunho asks softly, noticing the way that you were staring at the wall, and you slowly nodded before rolling over and curling into his bare chest.

“M’ tired…” you mumbled, and he chuckled, petting your head.

“Let’s get some sleep. I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“You better…”

—----

Jisung stumbled around the honors dorm before finding a familiar window. Slowly, his hand came up to knock on the glass and only a few seconds later it was sliding open.

“What the fuck did I tell you about-”

“Hey, Seungminnie…” Jisung slurred, standing there, red eyes and messed up hair. He looked absolutely fucked, whole body slumped.

“You look like shit dude,” Seungmin said, before letting out a sigh. “Stay right there,” he ordered before closing the window and running around to collect Jisung and bring him back to the room.

“I told you to stop knocking at my window at two in the morning,” Seungmin complained, helping Jisung walk into the building. No real heat was held in the words, but rather worry and pity for his very drunk friend.

As Seungmin unlocked his dorm room, he practically threw Jisung on the bed, before slamming the door, sending his roommate shooting up in surprise.

“I slept in?!” the freckled boy cried, barely awake.

“No Felix, it's two in the morning,” Seungmin said, pushing the boy back down into his bed. Felix nodded, curling back into the sheets, his arms wrapped tightly around a plushie.

“Am I a mother?” Seungmin mumbled to himself before turning back to continue his studying. He half expected Jisung to be already curled up in his sheets, but when he glanced over, the boy sat up straight, staring at the ground blankly.

Seungmin sighed before moving to pat the boy on the back carefully. “...Jisung…” he called out carefully.

“A-am I- Am I a horrible person?” Jisung asked shakily.

Seungmin carefully began to push him to lay down. “You need to sleep,” he cooed, but Jisung grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Am I?”

“No, Jisung. You aren’t a horrible person.”

“A-am I ugly…”

Seungmin sighed, pulling away to pull the trash bin beside his bed in case Jisung got sick. “No, Jisung, you aren’t ugly. You aren’t making any sense. You’re drunk.”

“Why doesn’t she want me…” Jisung cried, and Seungmin rubbed his back.

“Just get some sleep, Jisung…”

—------

You smiled to yourself as you woke up to the feelings of Yunho’s strong arms still wrapped around your waist. You felt your heart flutter as he let out a cute little mumble as he slowly woke up.

“Good Morning,” you smiled.

“Good Morning,” he smiled back. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm, how about you?” you said as he reached out to push a strand of hair behind your ear, the same way Jisung did when you laid in bed together that night-

No, stop it, you told yourself, Stop thinking about him.

“I slept well,” you agreed.

“Look… I know this is kind of sudden, but I’ve actually kind of had my eye on you since the beginning of the semester…”

You blushed, burying your face in his neck. “I’ve liked you since move in day…” you mumbled, and he laughed.

“Really?”

“Yes… Thank you for helping me move in.”

“Well, I was just wondering… if I could take you on a date? Make you my girlfriend?”

“You’re supposed to take me on a date before you fuck me,” you teased, before nodding. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

“Great… breakfast can be our first date,” he grinned happily.

—------

“It was unbelievable, Ji! Her leg could practically tuck behind her head! That’s how flexible she was!”

“Mhmm…” Jisung mumbled, his head tucked under the pillow to block the light from the window. He immediately regretted his decision from the night before on the walk back to his dorm. Any movement was horrible.

“Uh…Are you okay?” Hyunjin asked uncomfortably.

“Mhmmm.”

“Are you just agreeing with anything I say?”

“Mhmm…”

Hyunjin sighed before getting up from where he was sitting on the bed. “I’m gonna go eat,” he said before leaving the room and making his way to the dining hall. Jisung groaned, getting up for a moment only to close the blinds and grabbed a painkiller pill before trying to fall asleep.

When he woke up, his migraine had subsided a bit, and he was able to look at his phone. The notifications were mostly group messages. He had slept through soccer lifting, and the whole team was pretty worried, except for the ones who had seen him last night at the party. The band group message was pretty chaotic as always, but he never bothered to even read those. There were a few messages from Seungmin to make sure he wasn’t dead, and of course a notification that you had posted something on Instagram.

Jisung hesitated for only a moment before he was pressing the button to send him to your profile. In your new post, there you sat, on some guys lap, your shorts as short as ever. His lips were pressed against your cheek as you smiled as large as ever.

What did Jisung ever do to be punished so badly?

He groaned, slapping his phone back on the nightstand before laying back and staring at the ceiling. Then his phone rang.

Groggily, he reached for his phone, absently answering it, “Hello?”

“Did you get home okay?”

Jisung shot up in his bed, eyes wide. Was he hallucinating? “y-y/n?”

“Do you not look at the caller ID before answering your phone? You really have to work on that Jisung…” you said playfully.

“W-why are you calling me?” Jisung stuttered, “Not that I don’t want you calling me! You just haven’t said anything since summer and I don’t know…” Fuck. He was rambling.

“Yeah…” you sighed, your tone immediately changing. “Jisung, we need to talk.”

“We are talking!”

“Right…” There was silence on the line, and Jisung could hear his heart beat in his ears. “Jisung, you need to forget about me.”

Jisung’s heart fell on the floor, shattering. “W-what?”

“Some guy dmed me. What was his name… Jin or Min or something- anyway… they said you aren’t taking care of yourself. I-”

“Was It Hyunjin?!”

“No, I don’t think, but you aren’t listening to me-”

“Seungmin?!”

“Jisung, listen to what I’m saying to you,” you said firmly before continuing, “your friends are worried about you. I know the way we left off was a little bit open ended, but I have a boyfriend now, and I really think that what we did was a mistake.”

“Y-you thought it was a mistake?”

“You aren’t getting what I’m saying! Stop getting drunk and- what did your friend say- ‘knocking at the window at two in the morning’?”

“My roommate keeps hooking up with girls and bringing them back to our dorm, so I can’t exactly stay at my own dorm.”

“Well maybe you should try and hook up with someone or something. Look, I love you like a brother. I love you as a friend. Please don’t hurt yourself over something so simple as me, Sung… I worry about you. I want you to be happy.”

Then love me back.

“I have to go okay?” you sighed. “But please take care of yourself. Please just try and move on.”

“I-I can’t-”

“Goodbye, Jisung,” you interrupted before hanging up. Once the line was dead, Jisung melted into his sheets in complete emptiness.

On the other line as you pressed the end button, you finally let a sob leave your mouth. You never wanted to break your best friend's heart, but you knew that trying to keep touch would be even more painful for him. Truely, you were doing what you thought was best.

—----

“Why would you do that?” Jisung cried to Seungmin, storming into his room. “Why? Why?!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You DMed y/n!”

Seungmin finally pulled his eyes away from the screen, his chair spinning to face Jisung. “Yeah, because I’m worried about you, Jisung. You get drunk any chance you get, and then come storming in here, and cry about how you’re undateable and ugly. Maybe try and hit on a girl besides your childhood friend?”

“That’s rich! Considering you’re probably the most virgin person I’ve ever met!”

“That isn’t even proper grammar!” Seungmin yelled back as Jisung turned to storm off. “Stop running away! And I have had sex!” he screamed down the hall causing a few weird looks.

He blushed a bright red, bowing to the people before returning back to his room, and slamming the door.

—--

The summer after the semester had ended, the drive back to your childhood home held nothing but anxiety. You hoped that the Han’s had moved or that maybe Jisung had picked up one of those summer travel programs, but you knew that it was a far off dream.

Jisung was going to be home and you were screwed.

As your parents pulled into the driveway, you took a deep breath preparing yourself for the Han’s to come over and fuss about how you were like they always did. It was a sweet family no doubt. A happy couple with two sons… how could it not be? You didn’t want any part of them right now though. You wanted to avoid them like the plague.

Luckily, it didn’t look like they were home. Maybe they were picking up Jisung as you arrived, and they hadn’t been back yet. You didn’t really care though, as long as you didn’t have to face Jisung.

“My little sis!” your brother suddenly cheered, bursting out of the house, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“You’re choking me!” you complained, elbowing him in the stomach.

“Ow!” he complained, and you rolled your eyes, pushing past him into the house. “No ‘hey, bro!’?”

“No! Now leave me alone,” you said, running up to your room, leaving your brother in a confused daze.

Later that night, you finally settled into your bed, pillow tucked between your legs, stuffy hugged into your chest and everything. You let out a sigh of relief. It had been forever since you slept in such a way, your stuffies left behind like the rest of your teenage years. You were more than happy to be reunited with Mr. Snuggles the teddy bear.

Just as you fell into a shallow sleep, a sudden knock at the window woke you up. Half asleep and somewhat groggy, you walked over to answer it without much thought, but as the glass pane slid up, a figure pushed in, practically tackling you in a hug.

As you stood there in a sleep haze, you almost mistook it as Jisung, almost wished it was Jisung, but when the face finally moved into the moonlight and you came to your senses you realized it was your high school best friend, Ryujin, standing there.

You let out a squeal of happiness, squeezing the girl tightly. “Ryujin!”

“Sorry for pulling a creepy window entrance! Didn’t want to wake Mom and Dad… I just got back from school!”

“And?” you smiled. “Good as you hoped?”

“Better!”

“Oh! I’m glad, Ryu!” you smiled.

“And you?” she asked eagerly. “I’ve seen your instagram. You seem pretty busy,” she giggled.

“Well.. I did have a boyfriend…” you blushed.

“Wait, hold up, did?”

“It’s a long story…” you mumbled, climbing back in bed, and Ryujin crawled in beside you.

“And Ji?”

You frowned, “Don’t even get me started… I had to break his heart in order for him to move on…”

“He’s moved on?” Ryujin asked, not believing it at all.

“Well… at least I hope.”

“That’s okay. Ji loves you, he won’t hold a grudge!”

“That’s what I’m scared of Ryu…” you sighed. “Long distance dating in college just isn’t possible…”

Deep down you wish it was.

—---

You should have expected that your parents would decide to host a summer picnic and invite the Hans.

It was all lined up so nicely, or at least it would have been if you hadn’t slept with your best friend. Both mothers happily prepared the food in the kitchen, the fathers drinking beers and grilling, and both older brothers played video games somewhere upstairs. You unfortunately were locked up in your room watching from the window as Jisung moved awkwardly from one leg to another as he stood beside his father.

“y/n! Come down and say hello to Jisung!” your mother called from the kitchen, but you didn’t budge from your pink bean bag chair. You continued to avoid going down before you heard footsteps begin to climb

“I-I’m changing!” you panicked.

“Really? You’ve been changed for the last hour?!” your mother doubtfully asked from the other side of the door.

“Trying to find the right outfit!”

Suddenly your door was flying open, and you let out a cry of surprise. “Did you just lie to your mother?”

Your silence gave her the answer she was looking for, before nudging Jisung into your room. “I don’t know what kind of argument you two got in but talk it out!” she warned, slamming the door behind her.

Jisung shamefully sat on your bed, not speaking a word, as you stared out your window, refusing to look at him. It was silent, as he tried to look at anything but you, trying to keep his eyes away from your sundress and how the skirt was riding up to reveal a peek of your panties due to the way you were sitting.

“You can leave, you know,” you spoke softly.

“Yeah, I don’t think your mother will let me,” he snapped.

You continued to avoid eye contact at any cost, staring at your wall or the ceiling fan that was going on full speed.

You sighed before finally speaking up. “It’s really hot outside…”

Jisung said nothing, looking away from you.

“You look like you’ve been working out a lot…” you said, trying to start a conversation. “You play soccer right…?” You sucked in a breath, sitting down beside him. “I guess I should know that, huh?”

Nothing.

“Did you pick a major yet?” you asked, reaching for his hand, but he immediately pulled away.

“Don’t. You don’t get to play catch-up after telling me to fuck off.”

“I never said that…” you argued weekly, looking at him with big apologetic eyes.

“I can’t do this,” he muttered to himself, getting up.

“Jisung, wait!” you cried, moving to hug his waist, stopping him from leaving. “I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean for this to happen!”

“What? For me to finally be over you?!”

“I never wanted to lose a friend!” you cried, tears pooling in your eyes. “I never wanted to lose you.”

“I have enough fucking friends. I don’t need any more.”

“Jisung, please!”

“Cause I’m just a mistake, right?”

“I didn’t mean to say it like that! I made a mistake! Please! I’m sorry…” you cried desperately, clinging onto him for dear life. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t.”

“So what? We’re supposed to go back to being friends? After you brutally rejected me and then ghosted me for a whole fucking year?” Jisung cried, prying your arms off his waist, and opening your door.

“I said I was sorry!” you cried, running after him as he rushed down the staircase and out the front door. “Please just hear me out! I’m trying to apologize!”

“Well I don’t have to accept your apology!” Jisung spat back.

“Jisung!” you cried, your feet burning against the hot asphalt as you both crossed the road back to his house. “Jisung!”

“No! I was in love with you! Don’t you get that?! And you basically told me to fuck off and that fucking me was a mistake! I’m just supposed to fucking forgive you for that?!”

“I was doing it to protect us! Don’t you get that?!”

“I don’t need protection! I’m an adult!”

“I was trying to forget you!” You cried. “Because I know that long distance never works! Someone cheats, or you fall out with each other, or you end up developing trust issues and arguing over nothing and it’s not worth it!”

“It would have been worth it for me!” Jisung snapped back.

“I didn’t want to lose you as my best friend! I thought maybe if I was a bitch to you then you’d just forget about me, not hate me! I-I love you, Jisung! I don’t want to hurt you-”

Suddenly Jisung cut off your words with a deep and desperate kiss. All he needed to hear were the words ‘I love you’. Not something about a past love, a past friendship, but current desperate love that you still held in your heart.

You almost immediately gave in, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“You have a boyfriend…” Jisung mumbled against your lips, but you shook your head.

“We broke up…” you looked up into Jisung’s pretty brown eyes. “He wasn’t you…”

“So… you were trying to replace me?” Jisung said, a cocky smile suddenly growing on his face, but you shook your head once again.

“No one can replace you, Han Jisung.”

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dancingazaleas · 4 years ago

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eren yeager | best friend’s brother (smut)

ok i’m sure this is kind of surprising since i don’t really speak of eren

also no i don’t want to talk about how this is based off of victorious

warnings/notes: cursing, mikasa and eren are brother and sister, drummer!eren, modern au, secret relationship, everyone is 19, nsfw, eventual smut, slight dubcon, slight vouyerism, spanking, clit slapping, degradation, slight praise, choking, tummy bulge, edging, overstimulation, breeding kink, minors dni with this post pls, tell me if i missed anything

you know exactly who’s all going to be home whenever you call mikasa. but you still ask, like you always have, in order to lessen suspicion.

“it’s just me, eren, and zeke. i think zeke has pieck over tonight,” she sighs in slight annoyance, “wanna watch a movie when you come over?”

you tell her yes just as you turn on mikasa’s street. you both hang up with a goodbye, and you feel excitement bubbling in your gut as your car drives you closer and closer to eren. you practically jump out of your car whenever it’s parked on the curb of mikasa’s house.

you squeal while skipping up to the front door, punching in the numbers on the keypad lock without looking. you shut the door quietly after you enter the home, taking in the multiple smells from all three siblings living in the house.

you’ve got to hand it to zeke, he’s got amazing taste. whenever grisha and his mother died, he inherited a lot of money from them and decided to buy himself a home. however, it changed when he found out eren’s mother died and that eren and their adoptive sister, mikasa, would be going into foster care. and with zeke being 19, a legal adult, he managed to fit the roll as a guardian for the two of them. they’ve all lived together for a couple of years now, and you’ve come to enjoy the dynamic between them all whenever you’re staying there for a while.

“oh hey, (name). when’d you get here,” zeke asks whenever you walk into the kitchen, he’s probably getting himself those finger sandwiches he buys himself.

“just now. mikasa in her room,” you stretch and peek over zeke’s shoulder to see what the fridge contains.

“should be. can you get out of my fridge,” he nudges you back with his elbow, which you ignore.

“do you have any baby belle cheese,” you shove him aside with your hip.

“yeah, we do,” you turn to look over your shoulder to see eren walking into the kitchen.

you have to stop yourself from running into his arms, instead starting to rummage through the drawers of the big refrigerator. zeke leaves the kitchen, but you only know that because eren’s front his pressing against your back and warm arms wrap around your waist and his head head rests on your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

“didn’t tell me you were coming over tonight,” he mocks disappointment while you take a baby bell cheese.

“wanted it to be a surprise,” you smile, stepping away from the fridge and opening the packaging of the cheese. eren still clings to you.

“it was a nice surprise,” he kisses at the back of your ear while he squeezes you tight.

you turn your head to look at eren, puckering your lips for a sweet kiss.

eren, not being able to say no to you, obliges and gives you a sweet and lingering kiss on your lips. he pouts whenever you pull away and plop the cheese in your mouth, moving away from him to throw away the wrappings.

“ask mikasa to watch a movie with me,” he requests—more like demands.

“sure,” you nod, “i’ll see you in a few minutes.”

you trudge out of the kitchen and up the stairs, barging into mikasa’s dark room. you watch her jump in her bed, obviously frightened with the abrupt entrance.

“hi hi,” you chant while closing the door behind you, jumping onto her bed next to her.

“you scared me.”

“i know,” you roll your eyes, “wanna watch a movie downstairs?”

“depends... what movie?”

you hum, “maybe the addams family, something like that.”

“yeah, if it’s the addams family then i’ll watch,” she says, scrolling through instagram.

“wanna see if eren will watch,” she asks you while she likes a post by sasha on her phone. the picture was of her, jean, and connie.

“sure, i’ll text him,” you pull out your phone, immediately pulling up eren’s contact and messaging him.

luckily, you’re able to hide the lovey dovey messages sent from eren. you text that mikasa does want to watch a movie and to be downstairs in three minutes.

“he said yea,” eren hadn’t even replied yet.

mikasa and you get off of her bed, making your way down the hallway and down the stairs while talking.

“popcorn?”

“yea, sounds so good right now,” you sigh happily, “we gonna cuddle?”

mikasa snickers at your question, “of course.”

you laugh a little before pushing her in the direction of the kitchen, settling yourself down in the middle on the long sofa. you pull up the addams family on the tv, smiling gently whenever eren comes in the room with his phone in his hands.

“sit at my feet, i’m cuddling with mikasa,” he scoffs at the claim, but puts your legs in his lap.

mikasa comes back into the room with a bowl of popcorn in her hand and some sodas in her hands. she manages to flip the light switch off in the living room while on her way to put everything on the coffee table in front of you. mikasa sits down when you lift your head, welcoming the weight of your head coming down her clothed thighs.

before you start the movie, mikasa asks eren, “do you have rehearsal tomorrow?”

“yeah. jean and annie’ll be here at like 11,” he sighs in slight frustration just as you start the movie.

“sucks for you,” you snort absentmindedly, pulling the bowl of popcorn into your body on top of your stomach.

eren flicks your leg with his fingers while mikasa ignores the both of you and continues to watch the movie.

during the movie, you notice a text from eren that asks you to stay with him after his rehearsal tomorrow, claiming that mikasa and zeke should be out of the house.

you turn off your phone with a giddy smile. you have a good feeling about tomorrow.

————

you’re laying in eren’s bed while he practices his drumming with his band in a few rooms over. you text mikasa the whole time, who’s telling you about some drama between zeke and her cousin, levi. well, it’s not really drama, levi and zeke just have a love-hate friendship. it makes you laugh, especially since the usually cocky and narcissistic man known as zeke was usually getting his ass chewed out by levi.

“i’m so horny,” eren groans while he walks into the room. menace.

you roll your eyes at him, continuing to text mikasa. eren’s pouting as he flops down next to you, face pressing against your neck.

“didn’t you just get out rehearsal? how do you have energy after drumming for an hour and a half,” you ignore the nipping of eren.

“‘dunno,” he sighs against your skin, sending chills up and down your spine.

you shut off your phone, throwing it to the side and pulling eren from your neck. you kiss him, to which he reciprocates happily, while he goes to straddle your waist.

his hands are already groping at your chest and his breath is already heavy against your mouth.

you pull away, “have you been horny since the beginning of rehearsal??”

he grumbles out a yes while he bites and sucks at your neck. your laughter is interrupted by a gasp when eren bites particularly hard on your neck. his hands creep up under your shirt, only to find a surprise.

“you’re not wearing a bra,” he asks, pushing the shirt up over your boobs.

“didn’t feel the need to,” you mumble with embarrassment as eren’s eyes stare at your chest.

without a second thought, his lips are attached to one tit, sucking hickies onto the skin around your areola. you whimper when he punches and twists a nipple with his fingers, chest slightly bucking up and burying his face further into your tits. eren feels like he’s in heaven.

when eren pulls away, he takes a moment to admire your tits. bruised and abused, glistening with his saliva under the lights in his room.

“pretty,” he mumbles, finally pushing your shirt entirely off of your body.

you wiggle your hips as a signal that eren takes. he’s ridding himself of his shirt and pants before he takes off your own pants. his fingers just barely swipe across the outsides of your thighs, giving you goosebumps.

eren’s spreading your legs apart, staring at the wet stain on your panties. you try to push your hips in his face, but eren swings his left arm around your hips to hold them down. his right hand is teasingly stroking your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. each swipe of his thumb has your whole body tensing, something that has him smirking.

“please,” you bite your lip while you stare into his eyes.

instead of indulging in your desires, he’s pulling his body away from the spot between your legs. only to take off your underwear, and then settle between your legs again.

“you’re all wet and i’ve barely done anything,” he comments, running a fingertip against your slit.

you whimper whenever eren shoves two of his fingers inside of you unexpectedly. he doesn’t give you time to adjust to his fingers, immediately setting himself a tempo as he fucks you with his fingers.

moaning and acting without thinking, your hand tugs at his long hair. he almost immediately pulls his fingers outside of you, fingertips slapping at your needy clit. your hips buck while you apologize.

“pull my hair like that again and you won’t get to cum,” he resumes his finger fucking, slightly smiling at how your hands immediately go to grip at the sheets now. he’s trained you so well.

“do you hear that,” he snickers while curling his finger, squelch sounds following after.

“cumming! cumming,” you pant a few moments later, eyes squeezing shut.

eren immediately pulls his fingers out of you, resulting in a cry from you. he laughs sadistically as he repeats the process over and over and over again, so much that you’ve lost count, tears now running down your cheeks. he lets you come this time, admiring the blissed out look on your face as you moan wantonly.

but his hand moves to your clit now, listening to your pleading that you’re too sensitive.

“shut up and take it,” he stops his maneuvers on your clit to slap your clit again.

you yelp and buck your hips, starting to open your mouth to plead until he starts rubbing your clit again. you orgasm quickly, back arching against eren’s mattress.

“eren,” you whimper, legs shaking while eren pulls his hand away.

“what do you want, pretty girl,” he sits on his knees, looking down at your crying face.

“more,” you sniffle, small hand reaching out for him.

“more of what,” he raises a taunting eyebrow, catching your wrist in his hand, “c’mon, use your words, you’re a big girl.”

“you... more of you.”

“that’s not an answer,” he reaches down to wipe away a tear.

“want you inside me,” you pout and wiggle your hips again.

“you want it or need it?” he smirks while tilting his head.

you whine, “need it. need you here, ‘ren.”

you guide his hand to your tummy while you speak and eren feels his cock throb in his boxers.

“fuck,” he groans, roughly flipping you over to lay on your stomach.

you yelp, reaching out to hold onto the pillow your head was just laying on. he’s forcing you to arch your back, and the way he forces you to do it is almost unrealistic. he’s tossing his boxers across the room for him to search for later, reaching down to pump his cock in his hand.

his hands lay heavy on your ass, spreading your plump cheeks apart to get a better view.

your cheek squishes against the pillow as you stare at him over your shoulder, needy pout on your face. he chuckles at your eyes closing whenever he finally shoves his huge cock inside of you.

“so big,” you sob, “so big, ren.”

he ignores you, pulling him cock out of you until the tip before slamming his hips against your ass. you yelp as soon as eren starts to thrust in and out of you ruthlessly. so hard that you’re sure you’ll have bruises on the back of your thighs for a few days.

however, his hips still whenever he hears the front door of the house creaking open and a voice calling out.

“eren! i’m home,” mikasa calls out while she shuts the door behind her.

you reach your hand back to shove eren off of you, not wanting to risk the chance of mikasa even hearing you. eren grabs your wrist with one hand while the other slaps your asscheek harshly.

“okay, i’m about to take a nap,” he replies to mikasa, knowing full well she’s already making her way up the stairs.

“okay,” she replies, going into her room. her room that’s right next to eren’s.

“eren,” you whisper, “she’s gonna hear.”

“don’t act so innocent,” he growls, “i bet you want mikasa to hear. to hear just how you’re getting fucked like the slut you are.”

you whimper, “no... no.”

“want her to hear how good you’re feeling,” eren smiles sadistically as you turn your head to bury your face in the pillow.

he hears your whining faintly whenever he starts to thrust his hips again. your moans are being muffled by his pillow, and even so, you’re sure that mikasa knows what’s going on by the sound of eren’s skin slapping against your own.

he puts his hands onto your shoulders, leaning his weight onto you as he speeds up his thrusts. you’re almost screaming in his pillow now, nails clawing at the sheets under you.

“gonna come,” he groans breathily, “you gonna come when mikasa’s in the next room over?”

he watches you nod your head, which makes him bite his lips while releasing a groan.

he whispers in your ear, spitting out a command for you, “go ahead. go ahead and cum like the slut you are. give mikasa a show.”

you moan loudly into his pillow, pussy fluttering around his fat cock as you orgasm.

he fucks you through it, not slowing down his fast and vigorous thrusting.

“hurts,” you cry.

“don’t care,” he says, reaching a hand around your body to grip onto your neck.

he’s pulling you up with him, back flushed against his front as he thrusts wildly. you look like a mess, saliva dripping down your chin along with your tears, eyes glossed over.

your hand touches against your tummy gently, whimpering at the feeling of the bulge that is eren.

“feel you,” you mewl quietly, “feel you here, ‘rennie.”

he presses the hand not wrapped around your neck against your tummy, groaning out. his thrusts speed up at full speed, something he does not do often, but eren’s eager to fuck his seed inside of you.

“gonna cum, gonna fuck my kids into your slutty pussy,” he grumbles, slapping a hand over your mouth whenever it opens to moan.

“you want that, huh? w-want me to fuck a kid into you? maybe then mikasa’ll get the hint,” his voice is shaky when he feels you tighten around him.

he snickers, “fuckin’ slut. tightening around me whenever i spew that shit. you want her to hear you being fucked stupid, huh?”

you shake your head while you shut your eyes again. another orgasm is approaching, and you’re not sure that you can handle holding it in.

eren notices and decides to take pity on you.

“go ahead, cum,” and you do. you gush all over his cock and sheets, hands scratching at his wrist as you scream into the palm of his hand.

“fuck,” he hisses whenever he feels his balls tighten.

he comes not too long after you, finally slowing his pace down to a grind. he lets you drop onto the bed on your tummy, spreading your legs open to admire how his cum leaks out of you.

you’re absolutely sure that mikasa heard, but you’re too fucked out to care. she’ll confront you if she knows, and that’s when you’ll worry.

but then again, your best friend’s brother is irresistible.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #tw: dubcon #eren aot #eren yaegar #attack on titan eren #snk eren #eren x you #eren smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren jeager #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot smut #snk smut

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Wanna be yours | jjh

Summary: having an attractive roommate is one thing, but being friends with benefits with them is something that is bound to go wrong.

Pairing: roommate!jaehyun x fem!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: masterbation, sexual tension, voyeurism?, unprotected sex, bulge kink, creampie, not completely proofread!

When you first asked your friend group if there was anyone they knew that needed a place to stay, you didn’t expect for him to be insanely attractive, and you also didn’t expect to become friends with benefits with him. You’re not complaining—he’s AMAZING in bed. Not just is the foreplay good and have you riled up and wet within a few minutes, but the degrading and aftercare have you wanting more.

“Y/N, are you going to workout with me today?”

“No, I’m too tired today” you tell him as you pick up a popsicle from the freezer. “I’ll just watch you workout and do it vicariously through you”

“Well alright, you won’t get the results you want but whatever suits you” he tells you as he sets his exercise mat in the living room.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your shirt?”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you” you would slap that smirk off his face if you could.

“Jaehyun!”

“I’m joking calm down, and no, I do that later on when I start getting really sweaty”

“Oh, well then carry on”

You decide to go on your phone so you don’t have to watching him and inflating his ego by having him reaping with something obnoxious like “take a picture so you can use it for later”

You were so preoccupied, scrolling through your social media and texting back and fourth with your friends. When you looked up you didn’t expect to see the imprint of his cock in his grey sweats. Yes, Jaehyun was big, very very big, but you never thought it was to the point where you could very clearly see the imprint of him in his sweats—and his sweats are nowhere near being tight fitting, so it’s definitely taking you by surprise.

You were in a trance—watching him lift weights, the way the veins in his hands popped out had you swallowing. He could easily manhandle you however he wanted. You couldn’t stop staring at his crotch.

Jaehyun’s grunts are what bring you back to earth.

You decide to get up and leave before you do something stupid.

You weren’t aware, but Jaehyun knew you were staring. And yes, it did inflate his ego, which is not what you wanted.

You left Jaehyun alone to help your best friend with her wedding. You didn’t think you would enjoy it at first—expecting it to be boring and drag on a long time and praying for it to end, but you were actually having a really fun time. You liked helping her pick out what kind of flowers to have, what kind of dress she would like to have for the braidsmaids, and you were especially excited for the cake tasting.

“So Y/N, how have you and Jaehyun been doing?”

Her question took you by big surprise. She obviously is aware about what you have going on with your so called hot roommate Jaehyun who you now have a friends with benefits relationship with—she’s the one who suggested him be your roommate.

“We’re good, still living together”

“Still fucking?”

“Umm, not as much anymore”

“Not as much? What? Were you doing it every day”

“Not everyday, don’t be insane. Three times a week at the most” you would definitely do it everyday with him, heck even he has suggested to do it everyday, but you don’t have the kind of stamina that he has.

“Have you made a move?”

“I don’t like him”

“I’ve seen the way you look at him, it’s very obvious there’s some feelings there. I’m your best friend you can’t hide things from me” Of course you should’ve known that you can’t keep anything from her. The amount of times she has figured things out without you even telling her.

“Well if nothings going on, is he seeing someone?”

“Why would he be seeing someone?”

“Because you two aren’t dating? If you don’t make a move on him someone else will” you hate that the thought of him seeing someone had you not only upset but also jealous, wanting to fight whoever she is—wait she doesn’t even exist. You’re going crazy, he’s making you crazy.

“Can we talk about something else besides my lack of a love life” she smiles teasingly at you, almost in an evil way, knowing she hit a nerve with the question of him being with someone that’s not you.

“It wouldn’t be lacking if you stopped being stubborn, but fine. So, did you like the marble cake or the chocolate champagne more?”

You’re currently in the kitchen doing dishes. Today is your turn to do the dishes but you actually don’t mind it, you find it calming and relaxing. The room is very quiet considering Jaehyun isn’t there to bother you every 5 minutes by poking your cheeks to tell you he’s bored and to pay attention to him. Of course peace and quiet doesn’t last long living with Jung Jaehyun, as he soon steps into the kitchen wearing just a towel- wait, he’s wearing just a towel!

“Why are you wearing just a towel?!” You squeak as you cover your eyes with the lose towel hanging off a chair.

“I just took a shower” you felt Jaehyun’s presence, assuring you that he’s now behind you. “And why are you covering your eyes, you’ve seen me naked already”

“Jaehyun, that gross”

“That’s not what you usually say when I’m plowing you into my bed”

“Jaehyun I will kill you”

“Okay I’ll stop teasing you, for now. Do we still have the ice cream cake from Jeno’s birthday”

“That was over a month ago”

“Food is food” he’s staring at you wanting for you to answer his question.

“Gross, it’s in the freezer”

He hurries to the freezer, eager to have something sweet in his mouth. Of course he would prefer if it was you, but he’ll take what he can get.

“Are you sure you should be eating it?”

“Mind your business” he playfully snaps at you.

“If you need to go to the doctor because of it I’m not taking you” rolling his eyes in fake annoyance, he dives right into the last bit of cake there’s left.

You go back to washing the last few dishes there are left, not sparing Jaehyun a glance.

When you finally finish you’re relieved, excited to have one thing from your to do list done.

You notice Jaehyun in his own world, living his best life with the Oreo ice cream cake.

He licks the frosting off from his fingers, the veins in his hand popping out and having you feeling a type of way. You swallow, the sexual frustration getting the best of you as you imagine what his fingers could be doing. And it doesn’t help that he’s still in just a towel. You swear he’s doing it on purpose.

“Enjoying the show?” Jaehyun’s voice bring you back, seeing the way his eyes have darkened with lust now.

“N-No I’m fine” your voice shakes. Damn it.

“I don’t think you are” he walks towards you until he’s towering over you.

“You don’t know anything”

“No, but I do know you would love it if my fingers were licking someone sweeter that isn’t frosting, is that right? Or would you prefer is they were somewhere else? Somewhere that’s probably soaking wet?” He pulls your bottom lip with his thumb, making you suck on him. The way your tongue circles around him has him getting instantly hard. The eye contact you two told has your legs almost shaking.

You finally come to your senses, taking his fingers out of you mouth and running to your bedroom, painfully horny.

When you lay on your bed, you don’t waste much time you shove your fingers inside of you, wishing and imagination that it was Jaehyun’s fingers instead of yours. You quickly pump your fingers in and out, closing your eyes and picturing Jaehyun on top of you, enjoying the sight of your moans escaping your lips as he gets you off with just his fingers. Your trying your best to keep your moans low, feeling your climax about to wash over you. A few more pumps is all it takes to have your body shaking, your climax hitting you like a waterfall.

You didn’t check to make sure the door was all the way shut, making Jaehyun see and hear everything.

The sight of you getting yourself off with your fingers has him painfully hard. Jaehyun has to shower again, but this time not because he’s dirty or anything.

Jaehyun wraps his hand around his hard and angry cock, pumping up and down rapidly to reach his high. Is he ashamed to be getting off to the sight of his incredibly hot roommate? No, and it’s also not the first time, nor does he think it will be the last. He twists his hand to get off quickly, not wanting you to find out he showered again after already taking one not even two hours ago and questioning him.

You’re so fucking hot it makes him horny.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he gasps as the cold water hits his body. He pumps faster, his vision getting blurry as he releases onto the shower floor, the water washing it away and down the drain. He’s breathing heavily, acting like he actually just had sex. Now he actually does have to clean himself.

“Noooo” you whine to Jaehyun as he’s in the middle of picking out a movie to watch for movie night. “I don’t wanna watch a horror movie.”

“Why not? We watched one last week and you weren’t whining about it then”

“The ones you pick out are disturbing”

“Fine” he decides to play an action movie instead. “You’re such a baby”

“I hate you”

“Not what you were saying a few weeks ago”

“Just pick a movie” you leave him to make a bag of popcorn. When you come back he’s already sat on the couch, sitting there looking so cute and comfortable with his big grey hoodie and cheeks looking a lot like soft bread.

You remember the conversation you had with your best friend.

“What are you doing?” Jaehyun asks you when you sit on the other side of the couch away from him instead of making yourself comfortable in his arms like you usually do.

“I’m sitting down?”

“Nooo” he does grabby hands at you. “Come cuddle with me like you always do”

“And I’m the baby?”

“Just shut up and cuddle me” he pulls you into his side, laying his head on your shoulder and wrapping his hands around you.

You both really enjoyed the movie, Jaehyun occasionally making snarks remarks at the screen, but it’s not something new to you.

The movie finally ends, the ending credits rolling when he gets a call. He excuses himself to go to his room.

You figure you should clean up so you can head to bed and sleep. You’re walking past Jaehyun’s bedroom heading to yours when you pause, you don’t know what possessed you to listen in on his conversation, but you did.

“Are you going to make a move on her” you hear Johnny’s voice through the small gap in the door.

“I don’t know, I don’t even think she feels the same way” Jaehyun is sitting on his bed, rubbing his face in frustration. Whoever this girl is she must be special for him to be doing that. He’s usually someone who is good at hiding when he’s upset or frustrated.

“You’ll never know unless you tell her”

“Okay I will, soon”

Johnny’s loud sigh can be heard.

“I give up on you”

“How the hell are you sexually frustrated?” You’re on a video call with Mark. You all tell him everything, and when you first told him about the friends with benefits thing you started with Jaehyun, he wasn’t too happy about it, as you’re someone who easily catches feelings—remembering all the times you had fallen for someone new. It would be at the simplest gesture, like holding the door open for you or picking up your pen that fell on the floor.

“I just am. I haven’t done it with anyone in two weeks”

“Oh poor you” he’s mocking you, and you want to smack him in the face. “also, don’t you and Jaehyun have a thing going on?”

“Yeah- well we did”

“You did?”

“I overheard him talking with Johnny about having a crush and having feelings for this girl”

“Oh damn”

“Yeah, I just don’t wanna get in the way of that”

Mark isn’t able get anything out before you hear a knock at your door.

“Can we talk” Jaehyun’s voice is heard through the closed door.

“Oh, sure” you yell out to Jaehyun while hurrying to fix your hair. “Bye Mark”

“You’re hanging up on me? What happened to bros before hoe-“ you don’t let Mark finish his sentence.

“Come in” Jaehyun opens your door, and sits next to you on the bed.

“I wanted to walk to you about our relationship”

“I want to talk to you about that too. We should stop”

“What? Why?” He scared at you confused, wondering why you would want to stop something that was going so well—or so he thought.

“I know you like someone”

“You found out”

“Yeah. It was good while it lasted, but I don’t wanna get in the way of you and this girl-“

“Wait you really don’t know? You’re not just acting dumb to tease me?”

“Know what?”

“You’re the girl I like”

“Oh-OH!” You’re taken by complete shock. You never thought that someone like Jaehyun, who is so attractive and popular, would like someone like you. You thought the most you would have with him is sleeping together.

You both stare at each other before leaning in, your lips colliding. Your lips tangle with each other, tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

Jaehyun pulls away to kiss your neck, sucking and leaving mark’s on your skin.

“I’m going to make you feel like the most precious thing in the world” He starts kissing you again, pushing you down onto the bed and crawling on top of you. It doesn’t take long you you both to be naked. His gaze was dark and filled with lust. He rubs his tip up and down your slit before sinking into you. He gives you time to adjust before thrusting his hips repeatedly into you. The feeling this time is very different from all the others—usually it’s loveless and fast, eager to get each other to finish. But this time it’s full of love. He watches his cock go in and out of your pussy, the sight of you taking him making him even harder.

He thrusts into you harshly, sexually frustrated from you both not doing it for two weeks.

“Such a good girl for me” You clench around him as he ruts his cock into you. Jaehyun is smug, fueled by the fact that only he can make you feel this way. Quiet moans leave his lips while laying kisses on your neck.

“Fuck, you fill me up so well” You moan into his ear as he continuously sinks into you. You feel so full as his cock hits you in all the right places. His cock leaves a bulge in your lower tummy, having him almost passing out from the pleasure. Every moan you let out got him closer and closer to his high.

You both feel each other about to finish, making you wrap your hands around his neck for support as his pace starts to get sloppy.

“You’re going to take everything I give you, okay? Come all over my cock” Your whimpers have both of you finishing at the same time, his load filling you to the brim.

His warm cum coats your walls as you come down from your high. He pulls out once he’s done, starting at himself leaking out out of you. He puts up his shirt from the floor to clean you up, your pussy still sensitive from the penetration he just gave you.

Once he’s done he pulls you into his side, smiling at you and having his dimples pop out. You both get comfortable into bed, happy and excited for the new life you have together.

#nct smut #jaehyun au #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut

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