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Hello My Old Heart

Hello everyone!! I give you, as promised, Hello My Old Heart, the winner of the poll. This is based off that one ask Calcium_Cat got about what if OSD!Dream and OSDiff!Dream met. I was immediatly taken in my angst of it all and knew I had to write about it.

Now, it might not be entirely in character, as I did nothing more than skim the original sources to double check things, but I think it turned out well regardless. I did take some inspiration for Coraline and Alice Through the Looking Glass, which you will see. But that’s just more so as an explain for why these two are meeting in the first place.

I don’t really have much to say, really! So I guess this is it! Happy reading!!

Fandom: Undertale/UTMV

Characters: (One Small Dream) Dream (Who belongs to @calcium-cat), (One Small Difference) Dream, and background (One Small Difference) Nightmare and background (One Small Difference) Cross (Who belong to @warriorstale001)

Warnings: Very vague implied/referenced torture, and I think that’s it. Let me know!

Summary: “Based off of this post from Tumblr. Or: What happens when OSD!Dream and OSDiff!Dream meet? Let's find out. (UTMV, One Small Dream belongs to Calcium_Cat and One Small Difference belongs to Warriorstale001, Dream sans Centric)”

Word Count: 3382

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Dream was playing hide and seek with Crossy and Kiki when he found the mirror.

He admits to breaking the rule of hiding in the dungeons. But he really wanted to up the playing field. Crossy and Kiki always seemed to find the most wild places to hide and he wanted to be the one with the best hiding place for once. They already knew every spot on the main floor, though, and upstairs were their bedrooms and it was boring to hide in bedrooms. There were only so many places there.

So, while there was a rule they followed about not hiding in the dungeons, it wasn’t really enforced too much. And they wouldn’t think to check there until they’ve run out of places to check. It’ll be fun. He’s sure of it. They’ll enjoy the challenge.

And it’s not like they wouldn’t find him. They always found him. It’ll just take longer than it has before, that’s all. It’ll be fine.

Of course, this was all before he found the mirror.

In the dungeons, there was a row of cells. They never got used much. Past them, there were a few rooms they used as storage. It was out of the way. Nobody really went down there unless they really needed something. It was perfect. Dream slips inside and has to pause for a minute as he disrupted the dust and choked on it. Once his breathing was back to normal, he looks around.

Nothing too exciting. Boxes and shelves and cobwebs in the corner. And dust.

And the mirror in front of him.

This mirror didn’t belong here. He knows that much. It was easy to tell. It was a nice mirror, with engraved details along the top and sides. It looks new. But he knows none of the others had bought a mirror, and if they had, they wouldn’t immediately put it down here to get ruined. No, this mirror was not brought here by anyone in the castle. But if it wasn’t, how did it get here? Who brought it? Surely it didn’t just…appear all on its own. That was impossible.

Dream steps closer, peering at his reflection. It seems like a normal mirror. Nothing special to it, just odd that it was here instead of upstairs. Maybe he should go and get Crossy and Kiki and they could check it out with him. Maybe they knew where it came from. If not, maybe Nighty would. If not…then it was a mystery. And everyone loves a mystery now and then, right? It would be cool to try and solve this one.

He reaches out to touch it.

Something scurries over his foot, spooking him, making him yelp, and he falls forward, his other hand flying forward, hoping to catch himself on the mirror.

Only, his hand goes through the mirror and he tumbles onto the floor.

Dream lay there for a moment. “Ow…”

He feels more winded from the fact that he just fell through a mirror than he did from falling on the floor. You’re not supposed to go through mirrors. That’s not what mirrors are for. They’re not doors. Why was it, then, that he just did the impossible? Was he magic? Well, yes, he was, technically, but was he fairy-tale magic? Did his dream finally come true?

Picking himself up, he wipes off his pants. He blinks at the room. Everything seems off. Wasn’t that shelf on the opposite wall when he walked in? And that box, wasn’t it over there? And that one over here? “That’s odd.” He stands there. Why is everything backward? “Um…” Turning, he stares at the spot where the mirror should be. It’s empty. “Well, that can’t be good.”

Where did the mirror go? Mirrors don’t just walk away. Where did it go?

Thoroughly unsettled and a bit frightened, he backs up. “I should head back. Nighty’s probably worried.”

In the hallway, everything’s backward too. Frowning, he tries to go in the direction he thinks the stairs will be. If everything’s backward, they’ll be on the opposite side. But he pauses a few steps in. He looks back distracted.

There’s negativity in the air. And it’s not coming from Nighty or any of the others.

It’s someone else.

But the only rooms down here are storage rooms and cells. Nobody else is here. Unless…someone was? But why would Nighty capture someone?

The negativity is steady. It tugs at him, almost pulling him toward where it's coming from. Should he let it? But Crossy and Kiki and Nighty…he should get back to them. He should tell them what just happened. They’ll know better. They usually do. And they’ll get more worried the longer he doesn’t return.

But this negativity…it feels familiar, somehow, for someone he doesn’t know. He’s the guardian of positivity. Shouldn’t he help this person? Or try to? He can always go back and get the others. Always. It won’t take too long to go and check.

Glancing back, he slowly turns, heading down the hall. “Just a quick check, Dream,” he says to himself, saying it over and over again in his head to make sure it sticks.

Following the negativity, he goes further into the dungeons, passing empty cells. It’s dark and cold down here. It makes him shiver just a bit. He pulls his cape around him. Getting closer, he slows down, coming to a stop in front of what he expects to be another empty cell.

It’s not.

The person inside flinches as he gasps. They look up, and their eyes widen. Their mouth opens a bit. Their negativity doesn’t leave, but it does fade, replaced with confusion and surprise.

But it’s none of this that made him gasp. It’s not what he expected, yes, and it is surprising, but he’s more so concerned with the person and what they’re wearing than anything. Their clothes are ripped and dirty, yellow vest stained with blood. They seem to be chained up, too, arms spread across the wall. They shift and the chains clank against the wall, but they don’t seem to notice, their focus all on him.

And Dream’s focus is on the crown they wear.

The golden crown that was, if he was seeing things correctly, given to them as a gift from their brother, way back before the villagers really settled down.

The golden crown that looks exactly like his.

Eyes wide, Dream looks at Future Him.

How was he here? This shouldn’t be possible. One of them should be gone if the other is here. What’s going on? And were those bandages? Was Future Him injured? Why? How? Nighty would never allow him to be injured. And this looks like a bad injury. Maybe Nighty couldn’t stop in time, or wasn’t around? But then surely Future Him wouldn’t be in a cell if Nighty knew he was injured and needed to heal.

Then…Nighty must be gone. Or they must be captured. Or something like that. Nighty was probably on his way here to rescue them. Yeah. Then it was a good thing Dream was here. He can help Future Him escape before Nighty finds them, making it easier to get out of there. Then they can get home and deal with this situation without any trouble.

“Woah.” Dream breathes, stepping closer. “You look awful.” He grabs one of the bars. “Are you okay? Do you need help? Don’t worry, I can help. We’re in the dungeons, right? The keys should be around here somewhere. I’ll find them. Stay here.”

Without giving Future Him time to say anything back, he moves down the hall in search of the keys. Humming to himself as quietly as he can to make his own soundtrack for this important mission, he peeks around the corner and finds another hallway of cells. But at the end of that one, when he peeks around this corner, he finds Crossy asleep in a chair. His arms are across his chest, head hanging. He seems to be sound asleep. But still, Dream tip toes as he comes closer.

For a moment, he’s confused. How is Crossy here when they were just playing hide and seek together? He couldn’t have gotten here that fast. It’s just impossible. And he’s asleep, too. That’s even more impossible. He would’ve had to be gone for hours for this to happen. Was he? No, no. He can’t have been. Something else was going on here.

Something really, really weird and wrong.

Looking around, he doesn’t see any keys. But remembering stories where the characters found keys on the guards and used them to escape, he eyes Crossy again. He feels guilty for having to do it, but it’s better he tries than gives up. And if the keys aren’t there, he’ll just have to keep searching.

He rummages through Crossy’s pockets and much to his surprise and delight, finds a ring of keys. He takes them out as silently as he can, barely keeping from saying anything in celebration. Somehow, he succeeds.

Smiling to himself, he rushes back. He’s a little out of breath by the time he arrives.

“I’m back!” Dream says, making Future Him look up in surprise. That’s a little hurtful. Of course he would come back! Why would Future Him think otherwise? “Let’s see…not that one…no, no—here!” The cell clicks and he slips inside, barely holding in a cheer—that would definitely wake Crossy up. He stands by Future Him, eyeing the chains. “Um, I don’t know if the key to the chains will be on this ring. There were two there. We’ll just have to try them all and see.”

Luckily, it was on there, and the chains around Future Him’s wrists click open. Dream quickly does the same with the ankles. Stepping back, he waits. Future Him doesn’t move. Concerned, he shifts in place, unsure what to do. Should he…help? But what would he be helping with? Before he needs to decide, though, Future Him’s legs buckle and he crashes to his knees, catching himself with his arm before he can fall on his face.

Yelping, Dream crouches beside him, hands hovering. What should he do? What should he do? Future Him blinks, slowly, and stares at him. His eyes are wide. Disbelieving. Slowly, he reaches up a hand—which is shaking, by the way, they should really find out how to stop that, it can’t be healthy—and rests it on Dream’s cheek.

Blinking, he lets Future Him do what he wants. Maybe it’ll make him feel better.

The other hand joins, resting on his other cheek, and Future Him’s expression breaks into one he can’t pin down. Swallowing, he speaks, voice raspy, as if he’s used it too long, or maybe not enough. “You’re…real?”

Dream blinks again, concern increasing. “Yeah.” Tilting his head, he frowns. “Did you think I wasn’t?”

Future Him doesn’t respond, still staring. Though his hands do drop, clasping together in his lap.

“Um.” Dream sits, crossing his legs like how he’s been taught. In any other situation, he might be getting a story read to him by one of Nighty’s boys. “So…what happened?”

Future Him looks confused. “What do you mean?”

Isn’t it obvious? Dream gestures around the cell. “Why were you chained up? How did you get here? How are you here in the first place? Because I’m here and you’re here and I’m pretty sure we’re the same person and I’m also pretty sure we’re not supposed to exist together.” Or at least, that’s what the movies always said. “And who wounded you? Why?”

The last question makes something in Future Him shudder, face darkening. Then, he shakes his head, a faint smile taking over. “I feel as though I should be asking you the questions.” Future Him turns his head, coughing into his shoulder. “Why are you here? How did you get here?”

“Well…” Dream says, “I was playing hide and seek with Crossy and Kiki. The bedrooms were off limits, of course, but they didn’t say the basement was off limits, so I decided to hide in one of the storage rooms—the ones past the dungeons, that way.” He points, knowing Future Him would get the idea.

Leaning back, he thinks, at the point where he’s not sure of the details. “And then I saw a mirror, which was odd because everything else was dusty and the mirror wasn’t. I tried to touch it because it must be magical if it wasn’t dusty like everything else. Only my hand went through the glass, which was weird, and then something—I think it was a rat—ran over my foot and I fell. When I got up, the whole room was, like, swapped around. If that makes sense? And when I looked back, the mirror was gone.” He is quiet for a moment as he remembers. Then he brightens. “And then I found you.”

Future Him’s brow furrows. He seems to be struggling to keep up. Dream doesn’t blame him. It does sound a little weird said out loud. “…Crossy and Kiki?” he says after some time, saying the names slowly. “Do you mean…Cross and Killer?”

Dream nods, happy that Future Him recognized them. “Yeah. Who else? There’s also Dusty, who was busy experimenting in his room, and Rory, who went out with Nighty for groceries—and you already know who Nighty is.” As he lists them, he gets to his feet in excitement. “Oh! There’s also Roro, but he’s not around as often as the others.”

“I…see.”

Seeing that Future Him was still worried, Dream smiles, trying to reassure him. “They take really good care of me, don’t worry.”

Future Him just looks at him for a moment before looking away, rubbing his wrists again.

If Dream thought he looked horrible from outside the cell, he’s even worse close up. Bandages wrap around him everywhere, even covering one of his eyes. His brow is still furrowed, heavy lines etched on his face. He seems to be lost somewhere, no longer in the present. Does he need help getting back? He’s not sure if he’ll be able to help. Future Him doesn’t seem to be in much harm, though, so it’s probably fine.

But his one eyelight is dim, and he seems to be weighed down by something. He looks exhausted. He looks sick, actually, with a faint seen of sweat on his forehead. They should really get back upstairs and get him to a bed. Of course, they might run into the others, but maybe they can get lucky and avoid them until Future Him is asleep and he’s sneaking out of the room to go and inform the others of what happened.

From the far end of the hall, a door thuds shut.

Dream freezes in place, feeling much like he’s about to be in trouble. But then he recognizes the aura that seems to be walking toward them. He relaxes. It’s just Nighty. That’s good. He might be worried he was away for so long and scold him for being down here without permission, but once he sees Future Him, they’ll have bigger things to worry about.

That’s if it even is his Nighty. He realizes it might not be. This might not even be his world—he remembers watching a few movies where the main characters went to an alternate world with different versions of themselves or their friends. This could be the same thing. Would answer a few questions. But that shouldn’t matter. It’s Nighty. It’s still his brother. He’s still the same person. Nighty will want to help, of course, because no matter his version or another one, Nighty is a big worrywart and Future Him needs someone to worry over him.

His brother is the perfect person for the job.

Beaming, he steps forward, already calling out “Nighty!” when he gets pulled from behind and tugged close to Future Him’s chest.

Blinking, it takes him a moment to catch up. He tries to wiggle out of his hold, but Future Him is apparently really strong and doesn’t budge an inch, tightening his grip and pulling him even closer. He’s facing his chest, nothing but his shirt and bandages in his vision, which is terrible because Nighty will need someone to explain to him what’s going on and Future Him is in no state to do that and he can’t explain tucked away like this.

Physically moving doesn’t seem to be getting him anywhere, so he tries to talk to Future Him. “Um, future me?” he says, turning his head. “It’s okay, it’s just Nighty—”

Above him, Future Him shushes him, repeating the motion more times than is necessary. “Just stay quiet.”

“But it’s Nighty.”

“Nightmare.” Future Him says, though it sounds like he’s talking more to himself than anything. Shuffling, he slowly moves back into a corner, bringing Dream with him. “You mean Nightmare.”

Dream frowns. What’s the difference? “I think I mean Nighty.”

“Just—” Voice breaking, Future Him seems to stop breathing for a moment, before remembering he has to breathe to stay alive. His breathing gets all funny, coming out fast and short. “Just trust me, okay? Stay silent, stay hidden.”

“But why?” He feels bad for whining like this, but what else can he do? This isn’t how it was supposed to go. They shouldn’t be hiding like something’s coming to get them.

It’s just Nighty.

Future Him still seems to be talking to himself, distant answers as he watches the door like it might spring to life and attack them. “He won’t be able to hurt you like this.”

“Why would he hurt me? It’s Nighty…” Dream gives one last struggle, Future Him’s arms tightening around him even more—honestly, how tight can he go? It feels unnatural. Safe, yes, very, but uncomfortable.

Glaring at the bandages in front of him, he huffs. He is so confused. And concerned. Who wouldn’t be? This was nothing like how his Nighty explained things. Nothing at all. Future Him wasn’t supposed to be injured and chained up. Future Him wasn’t supposed to be hiding him from their brother. Even with all of these pieces in front of him, this puzzle was so difficult to put together. He hated it. He wanted to go home. His home, not this weird backward place where Future Him was behind a cell and their brother seemed to have something to do with that.

It…was their brother, right? What is he even saying, of course it is! Future Him was just…he doesn’t know. Mistaken, maybe. Yeah. Mistaken. But Nighty would never imprison him, he knows Nighty, he would never do that. Maybe he was reading things wrong. Maybe Nighty didn’t do all of this, maybe he was here to rescue them! That would make more sense. That would be more like Nighty.

But if that was true… then why was Future Him acting like this? Why was his breath hitching, why was there the slightest tremor in his arms? Why was he hiding Dream? What was going on here?

As Nighty’s aura enclosed on them, the comforting feeling of safety and reassurance and everything his brother was, he leans forward, focusing. It’s easier to do this in such a close proximity. He focuses on Future Him and gently reaches out, trying to feel for his emotions and soul. It’s harder to hide that way. Maybe he can get some answers, at least something to go off of.

Immediately, he regrets it.

And surrounding both is a vicious mix of heartbreak and betrayal.

Bitterness pools in his mouth and he gasps in surprise. From Future Him, the emotions crowd around him, blocking out Nighty’s aura entirely. They’re rapidly switching, hovering in the air, going back and forth and back and forth between desperation, need to protect him, can’t let him be seen, need to protect him, and fear, why is he here, why is he here, it hasn’t been that long, please go away, I can’t handle any more pain.

…what? What?

That’s not right. This can’t be right.

Swallowing the bitterness, Dream automatically grips the back of Future Him’s shirt and he shifts, trying to look up at him as he whispers, “Why are you so afraid of him…?”

#my writing #my fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot #undertale #utmv #dreamtale #one small dream #one small difference #dream sans #osd dream sans #osdiff dream sans #background osdiff nightmare sans #background osdiff cross sans #tw implied/referenced torture #hope you enjoy!!

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 2 years ago

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My weekly roundup CW 16

I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking in relation to the previous week on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists and this is a good excuse for me to create a new OneNote journal!).

But first, my winner of the most hilarious subtitle of the week goes to:

→ 1. The Eighth Sense (ep 7+8)

Pain. Fuck man! The thing is, I can understand JaeWon so well. His pain that just made him numb. A person can only take so much pain before it powers down. One of the strangest and scariest feelings ever. And in a weird way, very comfortable in such situations. The body and mind trying to protect themselves. For JaeWon, the absolutely logical conclusion was to break off contact, to emotionally hurt JiHyun so that he would leave him alone, so that Jaewon's own heart wouldn't start bleeding again and again, even though it's been bleeding all along, only that he can't notice it himself anymore. But everyone can see it. And I hate EunJi for how she pretends to love him but just ignores how much he's suffering. That is not love, that is torture. And TaeHyung…the hate I feel for him is almost as much as the hate I have for EunJi. EunJi I can almost understand, but TaeHyung? He pretends to be JaeWon's friend and then can't forgive him for (deservedly) hitting him after making fun of JiHyun's accident. What the hell is wrong with him? Apparently he was just there to get rich off of JaeWon's background and was hoping for a good contact for future careers. Bright spot of the episode was JiHyun's friend who I just wanted to cuddle!

Absolute highlight of this week for me: The portrayal of light and dark of life and death. As many have already written about it, JiHyun came out of his near death experience with more confidence and courage, he is just bursting with life, while JaeWon died for him inside after the accident. How can he live happily or live at all when he is dragging everyone around him into the abyss. JaeWon is darkness, sadness, depression while JiHyun is the exact opposite and I hope JaeWon will reach out to him next week and let some light back into his life.

↑ 2. Our Dining Table (ep 3)

I just love it. This series is so calm and pleasant. It is the calming point of my week. Yutaka is such a precious and sweet person and I can totally understand Minoru falling in love with him. The idea of the zoo in the apartment! I was so ecstatic! And how Yutaka indirectly confesses that he likes Minoru too, but Minoru misunderstands and thinks Yutaka meant Tane with that statement. And Yutaka's luchbox looks just mega delicious! I'm always hungry when I watch the series 😅 Would love to make myself a rice ball now!

↑ 3. A Boss And A Babe (ep 8)

Okay, so Gun is really very obvious about the two of them. Even though I don't think much of office gossip and I wish them both all the luck in the world, he should know a little better. Nonetheless, I can so understand him reaching for his safe haven after Time attacked him like that. And I love that Cher has become his safe haven. And the scenes with the two of them are just sweet. I think Jack did something wrong with his lecture. A boss can have a happy relationship with an intern. Just because society doesn't think it's good or bad movies try to sell the stereotype of the little office chick, doesn't mean that two grown people in different positions can't be happy together. Of course an abuse of power can happen, but it doesn't here and Jack should see that. He should understand that not only Cher is good for Gun, but the other way around. But good, a little drama has to happen. The episode totally caught up with me again.

☼ 4. Step by Step (ep 1)

The first episode was very promising. I wish with all my heart that Pat would explode at some point and shut his colleague up. The preview for next week didn't look very pleasant, but that's what previews are, they want to captivate the viewer after all. I'm incredibly fond of Pat. I think he's one of those characters I can relate to quite well….a little yes man who doesn't know his limits yet. Saying no is hard, but over time you learn that it's no use trying to please people all the time. I liked the encounters in the café and how freely Pat can talk. I hope he stays as open and honest, just with a little more self-reflection and more courage to say no in the future.

↓ 5. Chains of Heart (ep 10 Final)

I still don't get it. So Din cooperated with the police and then in the end went on a solo destroyer trip where he didn't even get shot, although five men and one of them with a machine gun shot at him…The kid is made of Teflon or something, bullets just bounce off him. Then he has to kill Inpha too…Why? Why not wait for the police, who arrived shortly after! What really bothers me the most, after thinking about it a bit, is that there was not one clarifying conversation between Din and Ken. Just a one night stand. Once all desire washed out and then goodbye…And Din still says he has sworn never again to let go of the hand of his beloved. I don't get it. I would be so pissed if I were Ken. And the open ending with the 7th of the 7th month…Yeah sure, they will see each other again and have a nice life together, on the run or Din has taken the next identity. I just would have liked to see it, but as the series says, Din wasn't seen again by anyone. Okay, let's take it that way. Now the series is over and I'm trying not to let my slight disappointment with the ending affect my rating of the series as a whole. In general, I thought the series was quite good. It was visually appealing and I really liked Ken and Mr. Lues/Din's chemistry. It's funny how in the beginning we all felt like we were sitting there not knowing what exactly was actually happening. It was definitely a journey I really enjoyed, even if the ending was a bit disappointing. But sometimes it's not the destination that matters, but the journey. And that was good.

→ 6. Naked Dining (ep 2)

Futa realized that he had led a very self-centered life and had simply forgotten the promise he made to his grandmother as a child to travel with her to Mexico to see the ancient ruins, while she had not. That's why she wanted the culinary trip around the world. I find it very sad and incredibly beautiful at the same time. And Futa realizes that work is not everything in life and who would be better suited to accompany him in his change than his soulmate Mahori. Well, it's implied anyway that Mahori definitely believes in something like Soulmates and the flashbacks to the past are certainly meant to hint at something. I am curious and look forward to the next episode.

↑ 7. My Story (ep 2)

Sometimes the most beautiful thing you can see all week is two young men applying lotion and massaging each other.

Zeke and Fifth, both are clearly enjoying each other's touches and I think they realize they already like each other a bit. Absolute favorite couple of the series for me. I just love them. The series is good and cute and free on youtube, so check it out!

☼ 8. The Promise (ep 6)

It continues. While Phu rushed to his grandmother (without telling Nan, of course, but he was supposed to keep his distance anyway…) after she had a little accident, Nan wakes up from his anger. We also see what really happened that night, when in the previous flashbacks they always just kissed each other briefly. They didn't just kiss briefly, they kissed...long. Afterwards Nan, drunk as he was, fell asleep. Anyway, this time Nan travels after Phu and the two don't talk much, but Phu has a nightmare (and of course they sleep in the same bed) and begs Nan in the dream not to leave him. And Nan, quite enraptured by this, promises him not to go anywhere and I'm sitting here just thinking: awwwww!

☼ 9. Our Skyy 2 (ep 1+2)

Hm. I don't know. I don't know if it was the mystical time travel or the fact that Palm was a little too sweetly cute for me, but I didn't think the first two episodes were that good. I have no idea why they couldn't be together in the past, but now they've been sent back to change their future so they can stay together forever by undoing their curse? I just didn't understand what exactly caused their bad fate to be lifted now. But maybe it was just too sweet-talking for me. Palm has always been very corny in his choice of words, but he overdid it a bit in both episodes. I thought the ending was sweet, all good, but it probably won't be my favorite.

↓ 10. Bed Friend (ep 10 Final)

That was a sugar battle. I've rarely seen so much sweetness in one episode. *At this point I had to edit my text, because I was remembered that Uea is seeing a therapist and taking his meds...I just forgot about that, because it was handled very shortly. The love-heals-everything-part was still the focus.

In the end, it got a little too corny with the proposal in the office, so that everyone could see it. Now that wouldn't have worked anywhere else? I don't know. If King had chosen the place because it was important for their relationship, the place where they met or something like that, okay, but just so people could hide…I don't know. But I'm also sometimes a romance trumpet and can't watch things like this well without cringing.

→ 11. Tin Tem Jai (ep 8)

I somehow can't see them being a couple now. Except that Park is a bit nicer to Tin, I don't see any difference to before. They are hugging each other a little bit longer and Park calls Tin Babe, but I can't really see it. It could just be a brotherly relationship. And I don't mean that there is no kiss or anything like that, but they just don't have the vibes of a couple in love. And how old is Tin now? I'm so confused! And why do you have to turn a sweet scene into a drawn-out torture of the nerves, taking everything sweet out of it (a five-minute build-up until Park remembers that the password is Tin's birthday, an important date he can't forget, and then did forget…?).

→ 12. PastSenger (ep 7)

Oh man…this show just doesn't get any better. I love it when couples, once they get together, still act like every touch is too much or are surprised when they touch and get shy when it might come to a kiss. I really don't have much more to say about that. I also don't know what's going to happen for the remaining five episodes. The plot doesn't give much away at the moment, except that Kiao wants to go back to his time, and of course that becomes more and more difficult the more time passes and the deeper the relationship with Bamee goes. I don't have a plan how this is going to end. I think I'll put it on-hold for now until I eventually binge it. Currently, I don't feel like watching any more.

#josi watching bl #weekly update #weekly wrap up #sunday charts #the eighth sense #our dining table #a boss and a babe #step by step #chains of heart #naked dining #my story #the promise #our skyy 2 #bed friend #tin tem jai #past senger #bl drama #bl series #just my opinion

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justhere4kpop · 2 years ago

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~Beautiful Stranger~

Chapter 2: We Have a Winner

Pairing: Yunho x Reader. (The guys are involved at some point too but not romantically.) NonIdol! AU

Description: A lonely perpetually single grad student working at a museum is approached by a handsome man, he looks expensive. Maybe this is your chance to get swept off your feet. Maybe he wants something else.

Warnings: I don't censor myself so I don't censor the characters, so Language warning. Let me know if I missed anything.

taglist: @legohwa, @hwaightme, @starillusion13

w/c: 1964

a/n: A shorter chapter but I felt it worked well. Don't worry still a lot more to come!

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It’s been about a month since that date. I should really stop thinking about him, he obviously didn’t like it and that’s fine.

“Is it really fine if you cried for 3 days?” Becka looked at me.

“Well I can’t just force the actual man of my dreams to like me back, Woo said he won’t even talk about it…am I really that bad? Wooyoung told me he didn’t want to talk about the date…let alone talk about me.”

“No…oh babes come here. Guys are ugly and stupid, you did nothing wrong he asked you about work and you answered.”

“Speak for yourself” Will said grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“Yeah but maybe I went too in depth with what I do.” I sighed brushing my hair back. “I should just…forget it and move on.”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay to be upset.”

“I know.” I sighed and got up. “I have to go anyway, class project is due and I need studio space to work on it.”

I left putting on the coat he gave me…I forgot I still had it, if I see Wooyoung today I’ll give it back to him. I hopped on the train and put on some music, getting a little lost in thought for a while. A couple sat across from me…great…and of course they had to be as cute as they could, curled up into each other. This is torture. Modern Day Torture. Getting off at my stop I made my way down the familiar path to the school and went to the art space. I look down for one second to change the song and immediately run into someone sending myself falling backwards.

“I’m so sorry!” we both said in unison. I pulled my headphones out.

“I should’ve been looking, I'm so….Yunho?”I looked up to see the very man I was trying to avoid thinking about.

“Y/n.” he looked a bit stunned but helped me up anyways.

“Hi, sorry I um…I should’ve looked up I…Oh” I shrugged off the coat. “I meant to give this back to Wooyoung and I-”

“Keep it.” he waved his hand. “I have plenty and it looks good on you. Do you know which way is the art building?”

“Oh I’m…I’m going that way I can show you.”

We walked together in silence, I could feel myself biting back tears and words. This is actual torture. Thankfully the building was only about 5 minutes from where we were.

“Did I…Did I do something wrong?” I blurt out.

“Huh? No?” He looked at me confused.

“You just…you haven’t said anything and I..Yunho to be honest that was the nicest date I’ve ever been on and I thought you had a good time but if I talked about work and school too much please just let me know because I promise not to do it again if you’d just let me-” he cut me off with a kiss.

“No y/n..you didn’t do anything wrong, I loved hearing about your life. I still love hearing about it. Y/n, you’re all I can think about right now, your smile, your laugh…the way your nose crinkles when you laugh a little too hard. The dress you wore. How you look in my coat…it’s all so new to me that it..it scares me. I don’t normally think about things that aren’t my job and it’s been a long time since I went on a date and even longer since I had fun on one. It just scares me that I already like you so much.” his thumb rubbed over my cheek.

“DID I JUST SEE WHAT I THINK I SAW!?” The raven haired boy screeched. “YUNHO!”

Here we go again.

“I’d like to take you out for lunch if you’d let me.” Yunho smiled when Wooyoung left the room.

“I don’t know are you actually going to call me this time?” I quipped back at him.

“Only if you give me your number beautiful.” he chuckled.

“Promise you’ll use it?” I chuckled back and wrote it down handing it to him.

“It’ll be with my most expensive pieces.”

“Oh? Art collector even. I’d like to see it some day.”

“I have some pretty great ones up, you’d like them.” he winked.

“Okay you’re gross go away.” Wooyoung came back. “I step away for a minute to get some water and you two are basically fucking-”

“We’re literally flirting you’re so dramatic.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh are we now?” Yunho joked. “I thought this was a pleasant conversation.”

“You’re the worst one of all, its like you think you’re some kind of pick up artist.” I giggled.

“Oh now it’s not that bad.”

“You’re practically one line away from ‘If I could rearrange the alphabet I’d put U and I together.’ buddy.” I let out a bigger laugh and Wooyoung fell off his chair he let out a laugh. “What’re you working on so late anyways Woo?”

“Oh just trying to paint that one you like so much. The Gaugain. Oil paints are so hard though I don’t know how he did it.”

“Here I can help, I know the medium okay enough.” I got up from my chair, Yunho had gone silent and pulled out his phone. Probably an important email, he said he works in business if I remember correctly. “Yeah what I like is that they blend nicely and don’t loose any pigment saturation when they’re dry, so they look the same, however they take a while to dry, but oil paints also instantly add value because they look professional. They’re also easier to use for beginners.”

“What are you trying to say ma'am?” Wooyoung looked at me like I insulted his little brother.

“You suck.” I shrugged and laughed.

“Yunho get your girlfriend.”

“Hey it was one date!” we both yelled at him.

“Only one? And you’ve been hung up on her for a month? Man y/n you have some serious game.” Wooyoung joked.

“He has not been.” I pushed him

“You haven’t heard him, I live with him.”

“You do not, you all come bother me at my house.” Yunho sighed.

“We have business meetings quite often at yours.” he received a swift punch in the arm. “Ow!”

“Your friends all work with you?” I chuckled. “I know the feeling it’s how I met my roommates.”

“Yeah, we all work together, although Wooyoung is just part-time through grad school.”

“I’d like to meet them sometime Wooyoung.” I nudged him.

“You’ve met San and Yeosang before.”

“Yes but you make it seem like there's others.”

“There are, a whole gang of us practically.” Wooyoung received another punch in the arm. “Stop hitting me!”

“Stop making us sound like criminals!” Yunho laughed at him.

“Okay okay. Geez now I can’t even lift a paintbrush.”

I spent some time trying to figure out what I wanted to make my piece for the end of the year. I wrote a few ideas in the notebook I had but I never seem to like them, I’m always so envious of people who can figure out what they want to do right off the bat, I didn’t even know I wanted to do anything art related until I was in high school, and even then it was last minute.

“What’re you working on?” Yunho peaked over my shoulder.

“I’m trying to figure out what to do for the showcase at the end of the year, we all put in a piece we work on the hardest and the department critiques it and yeah…you get graded on it too but it’s not like…I don’t know they can tell how much effort gets put in and stuff.” I looked up at him and his very close face. “Hi.”

“Hi” he smiled. “Any ideas so far?”

“N-No…not really.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something great.” he kissed my cheek. “How about that lunch that I owe you then hm?” he stood up and offered his hand

“Oh..sure.” I took it and stood.

“Where are we going?” Wooyoung perked up.

“You’re not invited.” Yunho looked at him. “It’s a date.”

“Lame.” he groaned.

Lunch was more relaxed than our first date at least, it was a cute little local shop that did sandwiches and a few other things, we took our food and went to the park and just, spent some time together. I could get used to looking at this handsome man all the time. We sat there and watched the clouds while he told me a little bit about himself, like where he’s from, how many family members he has, you know the basics, he didn’t specifically say what his job is just that he collects art and deals in business…he says its mostly boring stuff, not that interesting…sounds like he’s secretly a Mobster to me.

“What are you laughing at?” he smiled.

“You sound like you work for the Mafia.” I smiled. “Hey didn’t I say the second date was on me, why’d you pay for this?”

“I think I owe you that much for ignoring you for a month.”

“Okay fair but seriously..next one is on me.” I nudged him.

“I’ll hold you to it.” he smiled at me.

“Oh shit!” I got up quickly. “I’m going to be late for work, oh crap and my train already left.”

“Let me take you to work” Yunho got up.

“No no it’s fine I’ll…I’ll call them and tell them I’ll be late it’ll be fine. Oh crap I can’t believe I lost track of time.”

“Hey at least we had fun doing it, seriously…let me take you to work.” he smiled and took my hand leading me to that same very expensive very nice car.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure.”

“I can…at least get you in for free today if you’d like. We’re setting up for the new exhibition coming in town soon and…oh man I can’t believe I’m late.”

“It’ll be okay, maybe I’ll take you up on that offer someday.”

“Anytime you want seriously.”

He dropped me off and I made it just in time…for Liz to see me getting out of his car.

“y/n!? Is that you?!” she called out.

“Oh god. Okay see you later, don’t worry just…trust me you aren’t ready to meet my roommate.” I nodded.

“I’ll text you.” he smiled and looked at me.

“Yeah I’ll text back.” I smiled gently at him. He is really cute.

He drove off and of course here I am getting interrogated by my best friend at the desk while trying to do work. Oh god this is going to be a long day, she’s probably told Becka already and now I’m screwed when I go home, they’re going to be up all night asking me questions.

“Ladies, I hope you remember the Gala is coming up soon, company should be sending out invites this week.” Our boss Marcus looked at us.

“Can we bring a plus one again?” Liz looked up. “Will loves coming to them.”

“It’ll say on the invite but I believe partners are allowed, however if you’d like to work instead it is double pay that day.” he smiled at me.

“Well I-I might bring someone this time, I don’t know….he likes art.” I shrugged.

Who am I kidding I can’t invite him we’ve been on a date and a half, I’m just So SICK of everyone flaunting their relationships and not working couples events and ugh I just, I want to show that I’m not some lonely hag they think I am! I have a cute guy I’m talking to it’s not like I’m completely hopeless! I’m amazing ok!

I’ll ask him….eventually….maybe….someday.

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ednacrabapple · 3 months ago

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“Ken Jennings hate account” is not a fucking joke btw. This man has absolutely ruined jeopardy. Literally the entire reason I didn’t watch celebrity jeopardy as it was airing was because I cannot stand him. I saw one episode (Chris Meloni’s because unfortunately I am SVU trash) and it was so painful to sit through. Ken is bad enough on regular jeopardy, but on celebrity jeopardy? He is a million times worse. Every joke feels so painfully forced. He has horrible banter. The celebrities basically have to take over and run the show themselves for any sort of entertainment value (because let’s be real here, celebrity jeopardy is not real jeopardy. It’s just all for fun). I refused to watch it because it was just so awful and I didn’t feel like torturing myself that way. But for whatever reason, I finally did watch it all, and now I feel so heartbroken that I didn’t get to watch it in real time. I should have completely shocked watching Lisa Ann Walter’s come from behind win in the championship game, but instead I’ve known she was the winner for months and watching it happen was just a formality. I get that not everybody likes Mayim Bialik - I honestly don’t love her myself - but she was quite literally a million times better on celebrity jeopardy (and regular jeopardy!) than Ken could ever hope to be, and if she really isn’t coming back, then jeopardy needs to figure something out and find somebody new to host this show because Ken is not the fucking answer.

#I know no one fucking cares #and I know that jeopardy doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things #but much like the Emmy’s #jeopardy is very important to me #everyone is allowed to have a few dumb things that they care a lot about for no particular reason #and jeopardy is one of mine #and I am SO FUCKING SICK of Ken fuckin Jennings ruining everything about it #I don’t care how many games he won #I don’t care how much money he won #none of that makes him good host material #and he has proven time and time again that he is an absolutely terrible host #literally most of the guest hosts from 2021 or whenever the fuck that was were better than him #Mayim Bialik was doing a really good job!#was she perfect #not even close #was she improving?#hell yes #has Ken shown any signs of improvement at all?#NOPE #in fact #he has gotten significantly worse #I literally cannot do this anymore jeopardy needs to find a real fucking host because this show is literally unwatchable anymore

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Lmao my friend turned her TV once and France scored then she switched the channel, came back and another goal for France akgsuahajjsjs I didn't care who won, so I wasn't in shambles I also didn't watch the match thoroughly, but I still felt some kind of tension especially during penalties. Ahhh that sucks for PSG, hopefully the management gets their shit together.

Omg the stadium view?!?! Baek do you have a big backyard, maybe they can play there

Pique is the villain seriously, I'm glad he's gone. I couldn't believe miss Shakira got with him?! Though she's not doing well these days, girlie 💩

I used to be a big Ronaldo fan, yes. Please Pepe was out of control 😭 chill and calm was never in his dictionary

And you didn't reveal your true colours to me then... 🐍that's why I can't watch PSG 😭 I didn't spend years seeing Ramos playing against Messi and Neymar to now see them together. I'm hateful 🔫 but what's going on with Benzema and France NT 😭 but also Zidane might be their new coach? 👀 I do love that bald headbutting man, ngl

Yep agreed about Mbappe, sadly there are some good players who just cannot work in a team if they're not the centre of attention. His skills are good, but he needs to think more, his head isn't always in the game.

Pretty sure Wooyoung would get RED, remember him during Kingdom's sport's day? Wooyoung in his Ramos era.

Every webtoon guy is a Hwa look-alike lmaoooo. Act Like You Love Me apparently gets a bit better, but it's still bad, the beginning was fun, but over 90 chapters in and this shit is insufferable. I read comments from Korean fans and they're pissed as well. I hate most of the characters at this point, it's TB 2.0. Buuut I read spoilers about For My Derelict Favorite and it doesn't seem to be going downhill so fingers crossed!

All the bear emoji users assemble, who do we have, Kai, Seulgi, Jongho, Beomgyu... they need to fight, the ultimate 🐻 battle

No one needs new SuperM members unless it's Key 👀 EXO's freedom era let's gooo

Wait BAP getting plagiarised, what?

I didn't know what to expect from that Devil Wears Prada thing, but? I agree, he looks cuter than Miranda though sjudishsjansjhshs

Not to be like this, but why wasn't Hwa featured in today's collab, he literally did the Rush Hour challenge 😭 come to think, he's never been in any collab, neither vocal nor dancing (except for Kingdom but it featured everyone so it doesn't count). My friend pointed out that he's in a weird position he's either treated as a vocalist, dancer and rapper or neither, so he gets kinda omitted... and Wooyoung wasn't in Rush Hour as well 🤔

But Hwa's full leather fit and Mingi's too wow

Ohhhh he's a pianist (his ass is not playing but 🤩)

AAAAAAAAAA WANT. Ha ha ha I have normal feelings about this

YSL model Park Seonghwa (real) I keep forgetting to re-read model Hwa...

Ok ok bestie listen because, Yunjin opera and Kazuha ballet?! And they covered The Boys? Ive did Karaaaaaa, someone covered WG too I think

CUTE also D-100?! 😭😭😭 April 2nd omg a day before Seonghwa's birthday you know what he should do to celebrate... anyways Taemin finally ended our torture we have a dateeeeeee! - DV 💖

hi hello!!

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 i rly blamed france scoring on anything breathing at that point 😭i think the final had a very unsettling feeling (even w the city who hosted it) to it that increased at penalties, maybe it was mbappe’s face that was so relaxed and calm, scoring easily as the previous winners to agrentina’s hunger to bring the trophy in after decades,,, it was really a fight to the END, what a final but in the most unsettling way,,, hopefully psg does better! they got the best players they gotta make it useful!! also this tweet so true

Omg the stadium view?!?! Baek do you have a big backyard, maybe they can play there //// Pique is the villain seriously, I'm glad he's gone. I couldn't believe miss Shakira got with him?! Though she's not doing well these days, girlie 💩

KCHCKCLC I WISH I DID but theres a better one just an hour away! not w the mountain view but def the entire skyline and super pretty <33 no bc pique meeting with messi and suarez for christmas 😭😭 may b he’ll beg for him to come back to barca ANS then messi to convince ney to come and the world will heal,, fhsjdhsj miss shakira is still doing better then him 🤚🏼

I used to be a big Ronaldo fan, yes. Please Pepe was out of control 😭 chill and calm was never in his dictionary

NO FUCKING Y SHAKDHWKDH I SMELLED HIS FAN OFF OF U BFKWHDSK WHAT A COINCIDENCE A MESSI LIKER AND A RONALDO LIKED HAVING A CIVIL CONVO DBDB

LMFAOOOO NO BC PSGS GOOD THEY GOT THEM AND DI MARIA ITS RLY ENTERTAINING TO WATCH IT AS A WHOLE DBDBDB the beef of mbappe w messimar, the neymar messi giggling and the fight w defence 😭😭 HATEFUL FBWNFHWK NOOOO THE BENZEMA FRANCE THING IS SO MESSY BUT FUNNY GBDNFBNE HE DIPPED AFTER THE BALLON D’OR 😭😭😭 zidane ayo 👀 hoping for a mourinho and guardiola return,,, the 2026 wc is so confusing the math is not mathing 😭😭

absolutely 100% !!!!! he’s predictable and it won’t take long for ppl to notice (and they are) before they start eating him up bdbdbd his head is always to just win 😭😭

Pretty sure Wooyoung would get RED, remember him during Kingdom's sport's day? Wooyoung in his Ramos era.

RBQKDHQKHDQKJCJCJC WOOYOUNG RAMOS ZLATAN AND PEPE MIX add neymar for the drama and the winks, he’d ask the goalkeeper where to shoot for pen’s just like him 😭😭😭😭

seonghwa perfect face agenda is shown every time i open a webtoon and it’s always a replica of him in a diff hair colour,,,, OKAY BET IM READING THIS AND SO FAR SO GOOD,,, TB TROPE HAS RLY TAKEN OVER EVERY FIC ATP COME ON GIVE THE BEST GUY A CHANCE 😭😭😭 webtoon y/n’s <<<< fic y/n’s

All the bear emoji users assemble, who do we have, Kai, Seulgi, Jongho, Beomgyu... they need to fight, the ultimate 🐻 battle /// No one needs new SuperM members unless it's Key 👀 EXO's freedom era let's gooo

ADDING SHOWNU TO THAT, not cat fight just beats going head to head,,, UR SO RIGHT EITHER KEY OR CHANGMIN !!!!! exo freedom era 😭😭😭 everytime i open twt i see them and ive or make sure it’s not an edit 😭😭 traumatized forever

Wait BAP getting plagiarised, what? ///// I didn't know what to expect from that Devil Wears Prada thing, but? I agree, he looks cuter than Miranda though sjudishsjansjhshs

yeah! right here! BDSNBD if miranda was cute,,,,, hear me the fUCK OUT fashion designer hwa and his intern 🤚🏼but it’s his ex 🤚🏼

wait….ur kinda right ive never seen him in a collab,,, he’s like on a cusp between so many positions that in the end of the day he’s like no where, will put myself into delulu and say he doesn’t participate in them bc he will steal all the attention <3

Ohhhh he's a pianist (his ass is not playing but 🤩) //// AAAAAAAAAA WANT. Ha ha ha I have normal feelings about this //// YSL model Park Seonghwa (real) I keep forgetting to re-read model Hwa...

if he steps on the piano in the mv, that is peak taemin core! STOP BC HE LOOKED SO GOOD IM AFRAID LEGO CAN FUCK OFF I NEED A DIOR AMBASSADORSHIP !!!!!! …..omg….that is indeed model hwa….u keep forgetting to read and i be re-reading that fic like my life depends on it, reminded me of that mingi hwa runway video and this,, convinced this is a look he’d wear as a model in the au

Ok ok bestie listen because, Yunjin opera and Kazuha ballet?! And they covered The Boys? Ive did Karaaaaaa, someone covered WG too I think

THW WAY I FUCKING SCREAMED AT THEIR PERFORMANCE FINALLY AFTER SO LONG ITS THE SONG AGAIN !!!!!! no bc lsf can do a horror concept so well, like a black swan concept and yunjin’s doing opera 😩😩 IVE DID KARA 😭😭😭🤚🏼 GGS DOMINATING

CUTE also D-100?! 😭😭😭 April 2nd omg a day before Seonghwa's birthday you know what he should do to celebrate... anyways Taemin finally ended our torture we have a dateeeeeee! - DV

WE FINALLY 😭😭😭😭 FINALLY 😭😭😭 KNOW HIS RELEASE DATE 😭😭😭😭 I THINK THE DATES APRIL 4TH BUT CLOSE ENOUGH TO HWA’S SCREAMING HE’S FINALLY COMING BACK 😭😭😭😭😭 STOP IT 😭😭😭

also just turned christmas when i finished this so merry christmas to u!!!

and. correct.

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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meltwonu · 3 years ago

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91. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

notes; camboy!mingyu, camboy!au, dom!mingyu, mentions of brat!reader, slapping, size!kink, blindfolds, dirty talk, a wee bit of degradation, panty stuffing!! 🙊 with Mingyu my size kink always go BRRR lol.... that man could pin me to a bed and I'd nut 😩 but u kno how it is jdfdksjf Oh also I'll post a mini-notice about next week’s Friday if a drabble is going up or not!! probably will tho, even tho there’s only 2 more members for this camboy/camcouple cycle~ 😗 As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

Mingyu runs a contest and makes sure you win it.

“O-oh, god, Mingyu!”

You cam once in a while on the same platform he does and he’s caught your streams here and there - eyes twinkling when he can tell you’re thinking about his shows while you get off.

“Tsk, such a bratty ‘lil contest winner, aren’t you?”

He likes that you play with your viewers, teasingly ending the stream before you get to any good bits or strategically hiding the parts of you that people want to see most unless they get to certain donation tiers.

But Mingyu daydreams about the day he gets to put you in your place and make you pay for the torturous teasing that you put them, and him, through.

So when you see the contest details on his homepage, you don’t even think twice before you’re filling out the form - not knowing Mingyu’s on the other side just waiting for your name to pop up so that he can pick you from the crowd.

“Not so fun when you’re the one being teased, huh? Now you know how we feel~”

His fingertips tease you through your soaked panties, pushing and prodding the material against your skin as you whine and mewl; eyes covered with a blindfold to prevent you from seeing him or the camera.

“Buh--but I--I…” Your thighs shake as you hold them apart in front of the camera, “I’m j-just, ah, p-playing around…”

Mingyu scoffs under his breath before he nuzzles into your neck from behind.

“I’m playing too, sweetheart.”

Your breath stutters when you start to feel his middle finger start to press your panties into your pussy - the feeling new but not unwelcome.

“O-oh my g-god…”

“Since you always want to tease us and you never wanna let us see your tight ‘lil cunt, this must be familiar to you, right? Not letting us see anything so I’ll just have to finger you like this.”

He slowly eases the digit in as you’re reduced to a puddle; only soft sighs and stuttered breaths falling from your lips at the rough texture of the material and Mingyu’s thick finger inside your pussy.

“Your pussy is so tight around my finger, sweetheart… How are you gonna take my cock, hmm? I’m afraid I might break you~” Chuckling, he starts to shallowly thrust his finger into your pussy.

“Ngh, d-do it then… F-fuck my pussy, a-ah, into the s-shape of your cock… If you c-can… N-nobody’s fucked me, mmh, t-that good before...”

Mingyu doesn’t like the challenging tone in your voice so he retaliates by thrusting his finger all the way to the knuckle and then curling it skillfully into your g-spot.

“Min---Mingyu…!”

Your thighs shake as you cum unexpectedly; tears soaking into the blindfold and your entire body convulsing in his hold while he continues to thrust his finger and the panties into your fluttering walls.

“Should we auction these panties, sweetheart? You’ve gotten them all wet.”

You wish he’d take off the blindfold.

“Puh--ah--please! M--Mingyu!”

Your body jerks against the sheets as he fucks you hard; legs up and above your head as his cock slams into your tight hole.

“Hah, you’re doing so well, “ He smirks - mouth watering at the sight of you not only blindfolded underneath him but also your cunt stretched wide around his girth, “You always wanna play a filthy, annoying ‘lil brat but the second you’re under me, all you can do is call my name, huh? Is that all you know now? How to take my cock and scream my name? Did my cock make you that submissive?”

You nod feverishly; teeth chattering at the way you can feel the head of his cock snug against your cervix.

“Then I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

You feel the light slaps against your cheek - body tingly at the way he alternates sides and makes your head move side to side against the crumpled sheets with each slap against your cheek.

“Let’s hear it, brat. Tell them who’s fucking your tight ‘lil pussy so good and putting you in your place like you deserve.”

“Y-you, mmh, y-you, Mingyu! Fuh--fuck,” Choked sobs fall from your lips and fresh hot tears soak into the blindfold when his relentless pace doesn’t let up, “God, I--I feel so f-full… Your, a-ah, cock is so b-big… It’s stretching m-me out so much...”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of being filled to the brim of his cock and all Mingyu can do is lick his lips and watch.

“I wish you could see, sweetheart. I’m not even fully inside of you ‘cause your pussy is so small… But you’ll be good and learn how to take all of me, right? Don’t you want to feel all of me inside of you? Bet you’d cum just from it.”

Your mouth waters at the thought of sitting on his length and taking him all the way to the base; already teetering on the edge of another orgasm with each harsh thrust of his hips.

“P-please let m-me, ngh, c-cum again... I--I can’t--”

“No.”

Mingyu purposely slows down his pace - both to stave off your orgasm and to let you feel the drag of his length inside your pussy.

“I already didn’t punish you for cumming earlier, but now you’re gonna pay the price, sweetheart.” He leans over you, tongue teasingly licking at a nipple as your entire body jolts in surprise.

“Now, we’re gonna ask the viewers to get to... Hmm, let’s say $7000 donations and then I’ll let you cum again.”

Mingyu slides his cock from inside you, using a free hand and wrapping it around his shaft as he slaps your clit with the head.

“Until then, I’m gonna use you how I want and if that means cumming inside your tiny ‘lil cunt ‘til it’s spilling out of you... Well, I guess you’d better behave then, huh? You wouldn’t wanna see how much meaner I could get, would you?”

Gulping, you nod - except internally you’re already plotting just how to act up in order for Mingyu to give you more.

“I--I understand... I--I’ll be good... I promise...”

#mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #mingyu

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titan-fodder · 3 years ago

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Prima Vista Part VI

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Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader, Zeke Yeager x fem!reader wc: ~ 11.2k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, ass play, jealousy, possessive behavior, humiliation, manipulation, OC introduced (read A/N), non-con coming inside, fighting, miscommunication A/N: As I was writing this, I decided to bring original female characters in to play the “bad guys” because I didn’t wanna demonize the canon AoT girls. Just didn’t feel right. So, everyone, meet Rhi. Enjoy~

Mike is extremely fucking aware of you sitting a foot away from him on his couch. You're hunched over and whining about him beating you in Mario Kart again, and honestly, he doesn't know how he's doing it because he is so not focused on the game.

You came to the party in tight jeans and a sparkling top, and all Mike can think about is getting you out of them, spreading you out underneath him just like he used to.

But, he's not gonna say anything about it, not even gonna allude to it because he feels awful about pushing so hard at the Pike house. He never thought he'd be that type of guy, but he's been known to go a little off the rails when it comes to you.

"Have you ever played this with all banana peels?" Mike asks, trying to get his mind off of the heat he thinks he's radiating.

"What?"

"Like, you set it so all the items are bananas."

Your eyebrows raise. "That sounds nightmarish."

"Oh, it is," he agrees. "But you should experience the chaos at least once."

"Alright, fine. Nanner me up, then." Mike snorts as you sit back against the cushions, examining the Switch controller in your hand and mumbling, "Could they have made these any smaller? My hands are too big. How are you even playing?"

"Practice. We played a lot of Don't Drink and Drive my sophomore year."

He toggles to change the settings, and you both pick characters again. Mike selects Baby Park and grins too widely when you squeak.

"This is the worst possible—"

"It's the best possible track," he corrects you.

The next minute or so is spent with Mike swearing and you screeching, but a melody of giggles can be heard in between.

He stands up like it'll help him focus, and you follow suit, bouncing and leaning forward until Mike thinks you might lose your balance. It's the only match you actually beat him at, and you raise your arms in victory, acting like the terrible winner you are. You dance and poke him in the chest so that Mike rolls his eyes and shoves you with just enough force (so, not a lot) to make you fall back onto the couch.

"Wow, rude!" You exclaim with a little pout.

Mike stands next to you, a little too close as a retort forms on the tip of his tongue, but the angle is awkward, and he watches your eyes flit from his face to his waist (or what's a little below it) for just a split second, just long enough for him to notice, and he has to fight a smirk as you meet his eyes again.

He can imagine your cheeks are feeling pretty warm right now, but Mike doesn't say anything about it, just takes his place beside you. If he's sitting a little closer than before, neither of you mention it.

It's nearing one in the morning, and both of you are starting to feel it, eyes and hands too slow to keep playing the video game, so you switch to a movie. Mike doesn't think much of it when he lays down, legs hanging over the armrest, head in your lap. You tense for about two seconds before relaxing into the position you both know so well.

The first Jurassic Park plays from the TV, but Mike isn't paying any attention, too busy watching the way you're nibbling on your bottom lip. It's your thinking face, means you're lost in your own brain, just as far away from the film as he is.

It's stupid that you're both fighting this. Mike doesn't understand. If he wants it, and you want it, what the fuck is standing in the way? Zeke? That pretentious, clay-stained fuck? You don't even fit well together. In any way. He's too arrogant and philosophical (or so Erwin says). He probably doesn't appreciate your sense of humor (or so Mike says). And, he won't fuck you (so you say). How are you happy with him?

"Miche," your voice is quiet, but still loud enough to send a shiver down Mike's spine.

"Hm?"

"Stop staring at my mouth."

"You looked at my dick earlier."

"Shut up, no I didn't."

Mike laughs, turns his head to bury it in your stomach, and you start carding fingers through his hair. It's natural with the two of you. Nothing is forced. It took a while to get back into the groove of your friendship, but now you're here, and Mike is breathing in the smell of your perfume and fabric softener and you, and he wants so badly to just raise your shirt and plant kisses all over your soft skin.

Your body rises and falls with a deep breath. Your hand stops at the crown of his head. Then, you whisper the words he wants to hear most: "Just one more night?"

Mike sits up so fast, he nearly smacks into your chin with his forehead. He turns to face you again, eyes too round, voice too hopeful as he assures, "Just one more night."

He knows the only reason you're considering this is because Zeke has you all wound up, but that's okay. Mike will take care of you. He'll scratch that itch and then some—remind you of what you're missing.

"Alright, yeah, I—"

Mike is suddenly standing and taking your hand, leading you to his bedroom as the Jurassic Park theme plays you both out.

He knows you'll want to snoop—it's sort of your thing—but he doesn't give you time as he bends and catches you in a kiss, hands holding your face, tilting your head. He feels you curl your fingers into his shirt, using him for leverage as you balance on your tiptoes, and he lets you dance like that for a little while, desperate little ballerina as you open your mouth for him, but as soon as he feels your tongue against his, Mike lifts you clean off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, no need for straining muscles now as you both lick and suck and hold on to each other too tightly.

Mike paces over to the bed, nearly tripping over the shoes he left in the middle of his room earlier that day, but he’s able to drop you onto the mattress and catch himself above you before any real damage can be done.

You laugh out a, “Real smooth, Zacharias,” that he ignores in favor of taking his shirt off.

He can’t see well in the darkness which just will not do as you begin stripping, but then he remembers, “Oh,” and leans over you to plug in the string of lights he somehow managed to hang around the flag pinned above his headboard. “Ambience.”

You crane to look at them, suck your teeth, and say, “Let me guess. Erwin told you to do it.”

“How’d you know?”

Another little giggle as you tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear—“Because Erwin is the fairy lights type of motherfucker, but you…” You don’t finish that thought, just shake your head and tell him, “They’re cute. I like ‘em.”

Mike hums, “Good,” then leans down for another kiss. Several more, actually.

He’s missed this so fucking much, the way you taste on his tongue, the way you sigh into him, the way your body moves beneath his. It hurts to think this will be the last time he gets to experience it with you, but he plans to savor every second, never let himself forget and, hopefully, make sure you never forget either.

Cheesy or not, the lights cast incredible shadows on your body once it's bared to him. Your silhouette is something he could stare at for hours, days, a lifetime. If he were even slightly artistically inclined, he’d probably try to paint it, but as that’s not the case…

Starting at your jawline, Mike leaves a trail of little bites, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. When he reaches your neck, though, he begins sucking, dragging his teeth over new-forming bruises so that you whimper and arch to press your chest to his. He moves slowly, barely even registering your breathy pleas as he holds a patch of skin captive between his incisors and laves over it.

A mark on your neck. One on the swell of your breast then on the side of the other. The space between two ribs. Just above your naval. The hollow of your hip bone. And, finally, the insides of both thighs.

Last time he did this, on the bed in your old room doused in moonlight, he wasn't trying to be possessive.

Tonight he is.

“M-Miche, please.” Your voice is catching as if you’re crying—as if Mike is torturing you. He supposes he is. You’re ready for relief, and all he’s doing is winding you tighter and tighter. It’s okay, baby, he thinks to himself, I’ll make it worth it.

Swiping his tongue between your folds, Mike groans at how wet you are. He almost feels sorry for you. Now, he’s gonna have to spend even more time drinking you in.

You throw your legs over his shoulders with no prompting, letting him sink further into you. Mike licks in long, deep strokes that make your thighs tremble and jump around his head. He sucks your clit into his mouth, slick and swollen against his tongue, and makes sure to move his face just enough to make a mess of the hair on his chin.

You’re begging again. For something. For nothing. He isn’t quite sure. But, when Mike moves to lick around your dripping hole and uses a finger to flick over your sensitive little bud, you sing for him, and he realizes just how pent up you are.

Oh, he can have fun with this.

Pausing to suck more bruises onto your thighs, Mike tries to calm himself down, find a way to ignore the throb between his legs, but that doesn’t seem likely judging by the way you just keep trying to spread yourself further and further, like it’ll get him to move faster.

He crawls back up your body, face level with yours as he teases your entrance with a finger. You let out the cutest sounds, brow furrowing like you’re focused as you shift your hips in a silent demand that Mike does not follow.

His face is slick with you, and he knows you can taste yourself as he forces you into another long kiss. You let out an honest-to-god sob when he pushes his finger inside of you, throwing your head back and clenching around him while praising, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, tha—thank you.”

Mike pumps in and out a few times, finds your spot with ease and massages over it until he sees true tears leaking from your eyes.

Then, he pulls out, slaps a hand over your cunt, and warns, “Don’t thank me just yet.”

Your chest heaves as you stare at the ceiling seemingly in shock. Mike raises to his knees and wipes his chin on his shoulder, glances back just in time to see you sit up and attempt to tackle him back on the bed.

Mike snorts, catching you by the wrists and leaning in close. “What do you think you’re gonna do?”

Your eyes are a little wild, lips kiss-swollen, body marked to hell and back from Mike’s mouth. You just can’t get enough, shamelessly cock hungry, and god, he is so glad he's here to witness it. To be a part of it. Maybe he should send Zeke a gift basket, an edible arrangement or something. Thanks for letting me satisfy your girl since you can’t.

It takes no effort to lay you back down, just like it takes no effort to flip you over. Mike raises your hips, enjoys the view of you whining into his pillow for a second, then turns his sights to your ass. He gives it a couple spanks, biting his lip at the way it makes you clench your muscles, then spreads your cheeks and spits.

“M-Mi—”

“‘S’okay,” he tells you before letting more of his saliva drip from his mouth and land on your asshole. “Gonna feel good, I promise.”

He’s never done this with you before, not that he hasn’t wanted to, but he figures if there’s any night to go all out, it’s this one.

The first press of his tongue against your hole has you inhaling sharply, and the first press of his fingers into your pussy has you moaning low in your throat. Just like that, you relax for him. Mike works himself inside of you, opening you up until you’re nothing more than a drooling mess on his bed. You allow him to lick inside of you, to take in every exposed part of you as he rubs your g-spot over and over.

“Mm, gonna… gonna…” Your words are thick and wet. Mike isn’t even sure you realize that you’re speaking. He knows what you’re trying to say, though, so with a mischievous smile, he removes his face and hand, admiring his handiwork as you drop back to the bed and whine for him.

There’s a bottle of listerine in his nightstand, one he only planned on using when he would wake up in the early morning hours with that dead animal taste in his mouth. Turns out, it has more than one use. Mike takes a swig so that you won’t freak out if he tries to kiss you after eating your ass, swishes it around, then swallows.

“Not supposed to drink that,” you slur, already looking much too fucked-out for someone who hasn’t even taken his dick yet.

“Harmless in small doses, babe,” he tells you, recapping the bottle and tossing it back into the open drawer. “If I just chugged all of it, it’d be a different story.”

You let out a little scoff, mumble something he can’t hear, then ask a little louder, “You ready to fuck me yet?”

Mike smirks, pushes you to roll over again, then strokes a thumb over your face. “I am literally always ready to fuck you. Just trying to draw it out tonight.”

It makes you pout, but he thinks your eyes clear a little. Like you understand what he’s feeling. When you pull him down for another kiss, much softer than all of the previous, Mike smiles—another little snapshot he’d like to tuck away.

Without any warning, he pulls the pillows your head is resting on out from under you, snickering at the grunt that leaves you. He taps a hip, “Lift,” and shoves them underneath when you do. He should probably ask if you want him to wear a condom, but that’s nothing more than an afterthought as Mike begins to push into you.

“Ohh, thank god, thank god, thank god,” you pant, and Mike chuckles, dipping a hand down to gently stroke over the tissue stretching around his cock.

Every shallows thrust pushes more slick from you, and he can’t help but gather some on his finger and hold it to your mouth. You’re quick to lick it off, but instead of dropping his hand, Mike moves to press a thumb to your chin and hold your mouth open. You stick your tongue out, and he mumbles a low, “Such a slut,” before spitting on it.

As soon as you swallow Mike snaps his hips forward and starts a hard, fast rhythm. The way your face splits into a crooked grin almost has him coming on the spot, so fucking pleased with yourself, but he wants to make sure you’re seeing stars by the time he’s finished with you—wants to make sure you can’t even get out of his bed.

You're sucking in air through your teeth, little hisses that could be from either pain or pleasure, but the way you keep raising yourself off the pillows to meet Mike halfway is a pretty good indicator of which one it is.

While your voice seems muted at the time being, your sloppy little cunt is not—lewd, wet noises echoing through Mike's room as well as his head. That fucking squelch he hears every time he pushes in, the mirroring suck whenever he pulls out… You always get messy with him, or maybe he always makes a mess out of you—either way, it's one of the many things Mike adores about you. You were shy about it maybe the first two fucks but not anymore. Now, you wrap your legs around Mike and pull him closer, claw down his back and try your hardest to fuck yourself on his cock until he's laughing in your ear.

"Here, hold on."

You whimper when he pulls out, but it's only to flop down in his back and let you climb on top. He expects some kind of break, a single second to breathe, but you just sink down on his length and let your head hang back.

"Mmygod," you moan, taking him in as far as you can then rocking back and forth.

Mike can feel your thighs break out in goosebumps, traces a finger over your arm to find the same effect and hums. Bracing yourself on his chest, you plant your feet on the mattress and bounce like your life depends on it, that drunken smile back in place as Mike coos, "That's it, baby, take what you need."

He reaches up to grope your tits, cupping both of them, brushing calloused palms over each nipple. It makes you arch your back and gasp, but the rhythm of your hips doesn't stop. Mike can feel the way your pussy is drooling on him, slick little rivers that add to that filthy, beautiful symphony. He wants to hear it every night on repeat. Most played song of—

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," you whine, and Mike reaches between your spread legs to press a thumb against your clit, fingertips digging into the meat of your thigh as he rubs in tiny circles.

You sit and take it for several seconds before your eyes find his, widen, then roll as you start to come.

Mike takes over, lifting and lowering you on his cock as you twitch and cry for him. You're so pretty like this, hair out of place, damp with sweat and tears, thighs painted with your own orgasm. He doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want this to be the last time.

With your pussy still spasming around him, Mike switches positions again, lays you down like before and situates his head between your legs to idly lick everything that's dripped out of you. Your legs are shaking, kitten-like mewls meeting his ears. You jump whenever he runs his tongue over your clit, but you never move to stop him or swat him away.

Mike waits for you to go boneless before scooping you up and sitting on the edge of the bed. You're clumsy and slow as you straddle his lap, letting him slip inside you once more, but it's nowhere near as frantic as before.

He guides with gentle hands under your thighs, coaxes you to uncurl them from underneath you and wrap around his waist instead. Chest to chest, you rise and fall together. Mike breathes heavily into your neck as he hits that unforgiving wall inside of you. It makes you wince, but you don't shy away from him.

He's careful after that, makes sure everything he does is slow, tender, and when he sees fresh tears shining in your eyelashes, he knows it isn't from anything he's doing to you.

Mike is able to suck a few more bruises onto your neck and shoulders before he feels you nose at his cheek. Your kiss is dream-like, deep and relaxed but so full, and Mike knows he would be able to just do that all night if his orgasm wasn't about to run into him like a train.

He breaks away, looks to the ceiling only to have little fingers curl around his jaw and bring him back. You watch him with half-lidded eyes, bottom lip sucked between your teeth, and that expression—that need to see—it makes the cord in Mike's gut snap. He sees a vague twinkle in your gaze as his jaw drops then blackness as his eyes are suddenly facing the back of his god damn skull.

Every line of cum he shoots inside you has him groaning, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass as he fills you up. You purposely squeeze him, clenching on his cock to milk him of everything he has until Mike is shuddering and whispering, "Okay, okay, okay."

"Okay?" You question then squeeze him again, giggling when he grunts and twitches.

Lying back on the bed, Mike lets you pull your legs out from under him, but you remain straddling his waist as you lean forward to lay on his chest. It’s quiet for a long time. A different Jurassic Park movie is playing now, the music too intense for the deep, even breaths you’re taking, for the way you’re lightly tapping Mike’s shoulder in time with his heartbeat.

His head is beginning to clear again, the lust and excitement ebbing away into those reflective thoughts that always seem to hit him after a mindblowing orgasm. It’s mostly questions: Why are you doing this? Why is he doing this? Why can’t you keep doing this? Why didn’t you pick him? Why don’t you want—

“Okay, I gotta get up,” you grumble. “I can actually feel your cum dripping out of me.”

Mike snorts, looking over his nose at you. “Never complained about it before.”

You push yourself off of him, both of you hissing at the sensation, then Mike watches you stand and glance around, probably trying to figure out which door is for the closet and which is for the bathroom.

“It’s the one on the left,” he grunts, staring at your ass a little too long and suppressing a groan when he catches sight of white fluid streaming down your thighs. “God dammit.”

The toilet flushes, the shower starts, and Mike is left to wonder if you need the alone time or if he should treat this like any other time and join you. Are you in there trying to wash him off of you or—

“You comin’?” You peak out from the door, wet hair dripping, tired smile in place.

“Just did,” he shoots back while sitting up. Like every other time. Just keep it casual.

The water is hot, but you’re even hotter as you lather your hair in shampoo and soap up your body. Since he’s back to pretending like this is nothing more than your old routine, Mike has no problem pressing himself against you from behind, running his hands up your sides, “helping” in the bathing process by squeezing your tits, feeling the suds get caught in the webs of his fingers.

“You’re playing with fire, Zacharias,” you tell him, and he can see your lips pulling into a smirk. “You need to stop unless you wanna go for round two.”

He nips at your earlobe, uncaring of the soap that gets in his mouth. “Or three, or four.”

You laugh and turn to face him, but your eyes are shut as you rinse your hair. It gives Mike time to admire all the marks he’s left on you—too many, probably—and he doubts you’ll be very happy with him once you notice, but fuck, you’re so pretty covered in him.

The shower ends. Mike expects you to ask for a ride back to the dorms (that he doesn’t understand why you’re still living in), but it turns out you’re not all talk. After sitting on the couch for only a few minutes, trying to make sense of the dinosaur movie you’ve walked in on halfway, you’re crawling into his lap again, teeth dragging over his neck this time as your hand trails down his torso to rub over his rapidly growing cock.

“Oh, shit, I didn’t actually think you were serious,” he chuckles through a kiss.

You grind down on him, bite his lower lip, then remind him, “I told you I was frustrated.”

He smirks, gives your hair a little tug that makes you moan, then makes sure his words just ghost over your mouth when he teases, “Like a bitch in heat.”

This time he takes you over the armrest of the couch, leaves you swollen and dripping his cum again.

Another shower, the steam on top of such vigorous activity has both of you deliriously tired, and Mike is honest when he tells you, “I really shouldn’t drive now. I’m about to pass out.”

“You and me both.”

So, you slip into one of his shirts and crawl into bed with him, but neither of you get more than a couple hours of sleep before the morning sun is shining in through the window. Mike’s grumpy groan very quickly turns to one of interest when he feels you push your ass against his morning wood, and then you’re at it again. He’s never fucked this much in such a short amount of time, and he can’t imagine doing it every day or even every other day. In fact, he thinks he might be a little burnt out for a bit. Unless it’s with you, of course. He’ll always make an exception if it’s you moaning his name and hiking a leg over his hip and milking him dry. He guesses if this is the last time he gets to do this for the foreseeable future, he’s at least made it worth it.

Back in your little party outfit, you step up into Mike’s Jeep and almost doze off in the short time it takes to get to student housing, but you’re roused when he pulls into the parking lot and steps on the breaks just a little too hard.

Mike snickers when you jolt forward and grunt, cutting your eyes at him and muttering, “Fucker,” before undoing your seatbelt and leaning over to pull him into another kiss. He cradles the back of your head, holds you there for too long as he tries to make you feel everything he’s feeling through tangled tongues, little nips, and the string of spit that stretches between two bottom lips.

He thinks he’s been good at hiding it, but now as you’re about to slip out and away, those words are lodged in Mike’s throat again, and no amount of swallowing will get rid of them. He takes a deep breath and forces one of those horribly insincere smiles, and you can tell because the look you give him is thoughtful and sorry, and your voice comes out as a whisper when you say his name, “Miche.”

“Hm?”

“Uh… Thanks.”

He lets out a humorless laugh and asks, “For last night? This morning?”

“For everything. I mean, last night and this morning were incredible, like… Incredible. But, it’s more than that. For helping me with everything you have in the last year or so.”

Mike’s heart drops into his stomach, and he sits back in his seat as his mind starts racing because this doesn’t sound like gratitude; this sounds like goodbye.

But, why? He’ll see you on campus in a day or so, at the PKA parties you end up going to. You probably won’t be able to attend a ton of his games, but that’s fine. He understands. Are you just being dramatic—sad that you won’t be able to fuck him anymore?

He can’t ask any of this, settles with a half-hearted, “Yeah, no problem,” as he fights the confused frown that’s slowly taking over his face.

“I’ll see you around,” you tell him.

Mike nods and watches as you slide out and start walking to the bland building. He doesn’t like how that just ended. It doesn’t sit right in his head or his gut. It could be that you’re already regretting it. It could be that you're fearful of the consequences. It could be that you think this might be the final straw in your friendship. You’d be wrong on that one, though. Mike is willing to let you get away with a lot—too much—before he runs. You can use him in whatever way you need, and he’ll keep coming back. He just can’t help it.

That had been a bad idea. A really, really fucking bad idea. The ache in you has been completely satiated, and you loved being able to hang out (and fuck) Mike—wouldn’t really trade it—but as you walk up the stairs to Zeke’s apartment sore as all get out and see his face when he swings the door open, it really hits you—

That had been a terrible idea.

“Why the fuck did Eren say he saw you leave the party with Zacharias?”

“Alright, I’m just gonna turn around,” you say, pivoting back toward the staircase because you really don’t like the way Zeke’s tone is tying your stomach in knots and making your neck prickle. You haven’t ever been one to be scared of men, but in this moment, you would much prefer to not be anywhere near him.

“No, no, let’s talk about this,” he says with a suck of his teeth.

His grip on your arm is just shy of painful, and you take note of the way he forcefully guides you into the apartment rather than tugs you.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, setting your purse down on the counter as you follow him over to the couch. Zeke sits down at the other end facing you, as always, blue eyes narrow behind his glasses. “So, is it true?”

“Yeah,” you admit before diving headfirst into a lie, “It was just to play videogames, though. Neither of us were diggin’ the party, so—”

“That so?”

You nod. “We used to all the time.”

“And, what else did the two of you used to do?” He mocks, and you keep your mouth shut, bottom jaw sliding as your lower lip starts to quiver. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Thank whatever you want, Zeke. I was just hanging out with my best friend, okay?”

“Your best friend?” He snaps. “Tell me, sweetheart, just why might you be covered up head to fucking toe, hm?”

You cringe inwardly, taken back to the debate you’d had with yourself in front of the mirror. Your normal casual wear would show off some of the bruises Mike had littered you with—cold spoons can only do so much—but getting buttoned up would be suspicious. You had opted for the latter, hoping it would escape Zeke’s notice, but of course it didn’t.

Now, you’re sweating in your jeans and a fucking turtleneck you’ve never even worn before, and Jesus Christ, you just want to leave. Zeke is hot, but not hot enough to put up with this kind of bullshit.

“Don’t have a comeback for that one, do ya’?”

Mental note: kick Eren’s ass next time you see him. You knew that kid rubbed you the wrong way for a reason.

You don’t know who to be more upset with, the little brother or yourself. You could be irritated at Mike if you really wanted to—he hadn’t been subtle about wanting you last night, but then again, you hadn’t really expected him to, and you can’t find it in yourself to fault him for his feelings. There’s no way you could actually be mad at him.

This is your fault. You need to deal with the consequences without bringing anyone else into it.

“What d’you want me to say, Zeke? What’s the right answer here?” You ask exasperatedly.

“The fucking truth!”

“We hooked up, alright? I fucked him! ‘Cause you don’t wanna fuck me, which would be fine if you’d just tell me why, but you won’t!” You’re starting to breathe a little heavy, voice rising as you continue, “I feel like you’re just waiting to see how long it’ll take for me to lose it, and apparently it was last night, and you know what?” You grin at him, nerves on fire the more you let every frustration fly from your mouth. “It was awesome. It was so fucking good, you don’t even understand.”

Zeke’s eyebrows are high as he lets your little rant die off, obviously annoyed when he asks, “You finished?”

“I think I am,” you laugh.

“Fantastic. Take your shirt off.”

You choke on your tongue. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Take. Your shirt. Off.”

“No!"

“You just said you wanted me to fuck you, so—”

“Not right fucking now!” Even if you wanted him to, you wouldn’t be able to take him. You don’t think you’ve ever been so sore after having sex, but that could also have something to do with the multiple rounds of being impaled on Mike’s horse cock. God, you already miss it.

“Swear to god, if you don’t take it off right now—”

“You’ll do what? What’ll you do, Zeke?”

Your breath gets caught in your throat when he lunges at you, one foot planted on the ground as his other knee digs into the couch in a way that cages you in. His nails scratch against your skin as he pulls roughly at the material, and you hear the sound of threads splitting as you grunt and squirm and try to keep the terror rising in your chest at bay because this is not happening. This is not happening.

Zeke manages to rip the turtleneck off of you, and you shiver on the cushions as his eyes trace over every inch of you he can see, icy blue somehow becoming colder and colder.

“One,” he growls, shoving a finger into your neck. It smarts the way every bruise does, and you bat his hand away only for him to move it to the skin just beneath your collarbone. “Two.” He shoves your bra up to find hickeys three and four, making you wince as he digs a fingertip into both. “Five,” your ribs. “Six,” your stomach. “Seven,” your hip.

Your face is incredibly warm, tears stuck at your waterline as humiliation washes over you in waves. And naturally, it just gets worse.

“Are you gonna take your pants off, or will I have to?”

You aren’t breathing deep enough anymore, and you can feel a burning in your lungs as a result. When you don’t answer quick enough, Zeke threatens, “I’ll rip them if I have to.”

“They’re denim,” you snark, but that last piece of attitude is stomped out when he unbuttons and unzips your pants and tugs each corner, effectively tearing past the zipper.

You let out something frighteningly close to a whimper as he pulls them off, then sits between your legs and starts counting the marks dotted along your thighs.

“I’ve gotta hand it to him—Zacharias is a pretty thorough guy.” He pinches you a couple times, chuckling at the way you jump and hiss. “Did you like it when he was treating you like a fucking fire hydrant? Marking his territory like a dog?”

“Shut up,” you grit, sitting up only to get shoved back down by a hand that curls around your throat.

You stare at Zeke with huge eyes, finally letting that fear bloom inside you—what is he about to do? What is he about to do?—and as he leans over you, tears start streaming down the sides of your face.

He lets out a condescending little, "Oh," then lowers his face to run his lips over your temple and whispers, "Don't be scared. It's okay."

A gentle kiss, and then he pushes himself up, stands, then disappears into his room. You stay on the couch, trying to catch the breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. Shivering as you sit up, you reach for your close only to find them ruined.

Zeke must have known that the moment he ripped them off of you (honestly, you should have known too) because when he returns, he tosses a ball of material at you—an old t-shirt and pajama pants.

"I'm gonna throw a pizza in the oven. That okay with you?"

You blink at him, unable to respond as he glances over his shoulder and makes a face like he's annoyed.

"What, are you stupid on top of slutty now? I asked if that was okay with you."

"I—Ye—I need to leave," you mumble, quickly slipping the clothes on and standing. "I'm gonna leave."

"How about you just chill and watch a movie instead?"

"Why would I want to—"

The look Zeke gives you is chilling, mouth downturned, one eyebrow raised. It's a challenge, one you don't have the energy or fight to rise to, so you drop back onto the cushions and sigh.

It’s fine. You’re fine. He didn’t go nearly as far as you thought he was about to—just got upset. He had a reason to, right? There were better ways to handle it, a fucking conversation for example, but at least now he’s giving you a little space, cooling down in the kitchen while you gather your thoughts. You could go without the name-calling, though.

He just lost his temper, wanted to remind you that it’s him you’re with. You have been for a few months now. And, until now, Zeke has been a nice albeit slightly arrogant guy. He’s personable, he’s smart, he’s funny. Most importantly, he’s level-headed. You probably just pushed him a little too far. It could have been worse. It could be worse.

You play it over and over in your head as Zeke hands you a plate with a slice of pizza on it. You play it when he sits down and throws an arm around you. Then, you play it when he walks you to your car that evening and kisses you like nothing ever happened.

Could be worse. Could be worse.

Mike curls his tongue over his bottom lip and squints at the array of cups on the table across from him, picking one out before tossing the ping pong ball with a flick of his wrist.

It bounces off one of the cups' rims, and Nile easily snatches it up and smirks at him.

"Dude," Erwin starts, frowning when Mike turns to him. "Why do you suck so much tonight?"

Mike rolls his eyes. "Man, fuck off."

"No, I'm serious. What's up with you?"

"Nothin'. Just having an off night."

"More like off week," Erwin scoffs. "Month."

Gelgar sinks his ball into the middle cup, and Mike quickly reaches forward to grab it, extracting the plastic before downing the beer.

Erwin is right, but Mike refuses to tell him that. He's been off since the last party a couple weeks ago, the last time he saw you—last time he touched you. He's spotted you around campus several times since, but you're always hanging off Zeke's arm, and Mike isn't about to pry you off him (despite how much he wants to).

Honestly, he's a little surprised at how close you still are with him, how unaffected your relationship is by the hookup. Maybe Zeke just never found out. Mike has tried to ask you about it, sent more than one text, but they've gone unanswered which is a concern all on its own. Two weeks without talking at all. Mike feels like he's going insane.

Could it be that you're mad at him, upset that you gave into temptation and you're blaming Mike instead of yourself? He understands the need to scratch that itch, but if you really hadn't wanted to fuck, you could have just said so.

Mid-terms are next week, so Mike figures if you still haven't talked to him by then, it's definitely time to worry about the state of the friendship. He's trying not to get himself worked up, but honestly, just the thought of you being upset with him is enough to make his stomach roll. He just needs one text. One everything's fine. That shouldn't be too hard for you, right?

Mike misses another shot and swears to himself, sticking a middle finger up at Erwin when he throws his arms out.

"It's just beer pong, bro. Calm down."

The party is like every other—loud music, rowdy college kids, too many girls Mike doesn't care about making eyes at him from across the room. He really just wants to go home, but he can't help but stay in hopes that you might show up. It's highly unlikely, but that slim chance keeps him rooted to the spot, missing cups left and right until Nile and Gelgar win.

Erwin is not happy as he drinks his share of the remaining beer. Once he finishes the last, he tells Mike, "You owe me for that pathetic fucking display. Tell me what's going on."

Mike comes close to just turning his back and walking away, but he can see that even through his irritation, Erwin is worried for him.

Running a hand through his hair, Mike just asks if Erwin has heard from you at all recently. "I just can't get ahold of her, and I can't tell if it's 'cause she's busy or ignoring me or what."

Erwin's thick eyebrows knit together as he shakes his head. "No, I haven't talked to her in a while. Did something happen between the two of you?"

"I mean, we hooked up at the last party—"

"Oh, that ended up happening?" Erwin asks, surprised.

Even after making up last semester, Mike has tried to keep the details of his sex life with you to himself and away from Erwin specifically. After the shit he pulled that drove the rift between them in the first place, Mike isn't willing to be quite as open about you as he previously was, but he did have to break that code at the last party when he was convinced you would end up fucking. Buzzed and excited while still at the house, Mike had asked Erwin if he'd be cool with the two of you using his room (with the promise of cleaning up, of course), before you ended up just retreating to the quietness of Mike's apartment instead.

So, Erwin knew the potential that evening had, but Mike never followed up with him until now.

"Yeah, it did."

"Well, what did Zeke think of it?"

Mike shrugs his shoulders. "Dunno. She hasn't talked to me since then."

"Shit." Erwin looks genuinely taken aback. "It's been that long?"

"Yeah. I'm trying not to freak out, but like—"

"No, I get you. If I end up hearing from her before you do, I'll let you know."

Mike nods, "Thanks, bro," and forces a smile when Erwin claps him on the back, then breaks away from his friend to mope around somewhere else.

What if something happened? What if Zeke had found out and lost his temper with you? Mike will murder him if he finds out that four-eyed fuck put his hands on you. Gruesomely murder.

If he could take back what you both shared that night, he would. Things seemed to be getting somewhat back to normal between you—talking and making dumb jokes, like you were actually comfortable around him despite your boyfriend. If Mike had known one last night would fuck that progress up, he wouldn't have ever brought it up.

Then again, you had told him. I don't wanna fuck things up with Zeke. And, he had still pushed, tried to get you to give in, and god, that's embarrassing. Mike is glad you called him out on his shit, but looking back on it still makes his face heat. That was fucked up. He fucked up.

"It's Mike, right?"

Mike's eyes snap downward, caught off guard by the girl suddenly standing in front of him, dainty fingers with painted nails clutched around a beer bottle. It's the same kind you would drink only to end up giving it to Mike.

"Uh, yeah, that's me."

The girl smiles at him. He's seen her around the college, events shared between both frats and sororities, and the more Mike looks at her face, the more he recognizes her as one of the chicks who used to hang around the baseball team a lot. In fact, he's pretty sure she's—

"I'm Rhi. You played really well yesterday. I was watching you."

"Thanks."

She bats her eyelashes at him as she returns, "You're welcome," then clicks her tongue and asks, "So, who ya' lookin' for?" in a sing-song voice.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been scanning this room for the last, like, fifteen minutes. Looking like you're playing Where's Waldo or something."

Mike snorts, flipping hair from his face as he lies, "No one in particular."

He recognizes the look of satisfaction that blooms on Rhi's face, has seen it many times before on many different girls. It makes him sigh inwardly because he really could not be any less interested.

"That's good." Rhi's wide grin shrinks into a smirk before she adds, "I was hoping you'd say that."

Mike feels his mouth tug up on one side in what he's pretty sure comes off as a sad little smile.

Fuck it, though. At least she's pretty.

Things don't change all that much between you and Zeke. After spending a day or two rationalizing, you're able to look at him and smile again, to laugh at his jokes and listen to his tangents. He's back to playing with your fingers on the table while you sit face to face for lunch, back to shoving his hand in your back pocket while you walk around campus. It's like nothing ever happened.

If anything, you start spending even more time with him. He walks with you to and from class whenever he can, tells you to come watch his practices because the teammates he's closest with—his best friends—want to get to know you better. It's all normal, and you get used to the slight change in routine without a problem. You like the Galliard brothers, Marcel who plays shortstop and Porco, the catcher, so it isn't a chore to hang out with them after games and practice.

What is a chore is watching Zeke talk with his bubbly ex as he walks with her to the science building you're waiting at. Leaning against the brick wall under an awning, you squint as they approach. Rhi is looking at him with those huge, entranced eyes you know too well, a little too much pep in her step making her tits bounce in a way that's fucking impossible to ignore.

You shouldn't be territorial. If anything, you should probably still be mad for the stunt he had pulled with you, but… if he gets to be possessive, so do you. It only makes sense.

'Cause that's how healthy relationships work, you think with a snort, pushing yourself off the wall when they both stop in front of you.

"Babe, you remember Rhi," Zeke reintroduces her like you haven't been at least a little wary of her for the last couple months.

"Yeah," you nod, forcing a smile. "How are you?"

"I'm great!" She grins, looking at Zeke for one reason or another, like he needs to approve her answer, which is fucking dumb, but you also kind of understand because that's just the effect he has on people.

"Glad to hear it." You turn your attention to your boyfriend, content to ignore her from here on out, and ask, "Did you wanna grab something to eat before practice?"

“Yeah,” he nods before glancing at Rhi and offering a, “Catch you later,” that sounds too promising for your liking.

You don’t glare at the other girl as the two of you leave, but you definitely do not smile, and as Zeke drives you both to your favorite cafe, you whine to Hitch through texts.

i wouldn’t be too worried about it, she tells you. she’s in my psych class and she’s kinda dumb. i doubt zeke wants to put up with that again. probs why he dumped her in the first place

You try to appear unbothered through lunch, but you’ve had a pretty shitty day so far—woke up late, probably failed a quiz, got no response from Mike despite texting him three times in rapid succession, and then you had to witness that doe-eyed little brat blatantly pine for—

“You know, you don’t have any right to be jealous, right?” Zeke asks after swallowing a bite of salad.

You blink at him, having to process for a second before you understand what he’s saying. And, why he’s saying it. How can he just read your mind like that? You don’t think you’ll ever understand.

“‘M not jealous,” you mumble, stirring soup you really have no intention of eating.

Zeke smirks across from you. “No?”

“I’m just having a bad day. Don’t make assumptions just ‘cause I didn’t smile at your little ex.”

His expression of self-satisfaction falls into a frown, and he asks what’s going on. When you tell him, you purposely leave out the detail about Mike ignoring you because it would only further Zeke’s point about you having no right to get possessive especially considering how fucking upset you are about the matter. Why the fuck isn’t he talking to you?

“Want me to help take the edge off?” Zeke asks when you finish venting.

You look at him with one raised eyebrow, tempted to reply with a smart-aleck ‘only if you plan on seeing it through’, but that sounds like too much of an ultimatum, too manipulative. You’ve made it this long without being a shady bitch, and you have no intention of becoming one.

He can see the gears turning in your head, leans forward and grabs your hand before urging, “Come over. Skip your evening class, and we can just… Relax.”

You snort when he wriggles his eyebrows suggestively, possibly the first time you’ve smiled today. “I really shouldn’t skip. We’re reviewing for our exam next week.”

“All the more reason to. You’re not getting any new information. You can just go back over it on your own.”

He has a point. You have all the notes and PowerPoints, and the idea of just lounging and fucking is very tempting since the last time you had sex was the night with Mike.

And, just like that, your stomach is in knots again. Why won’t he just text back?

Sighing, you come to the conclusion that a distraction is exactly what you need.

“Yeah, okay. That sounds nice.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure it’s more than nice.”

Zeke finishes his meal then asks for a to-go bowl for yours, and after about fifteen minutes, you’re in his apartment.

“Let’s watch something while my food settles, and then we can you know…”

“You know,” you mimic, putting the leftovers up in the fridge then joining him on the couch.

He turns on some underground horror movie that doesn’t exactly set the mood, but you power through about half of it before all but throwing yourself at Zeke as soon as he pats his lap.

Chuckling, he helps take your shirt off, kisses your collarbone and murmurs, “Damn, should we just move straight to the bedroom?”

“I literally could not give less of a fuck. Whatever you wanna do.”

He grips your thighs and stands, making you hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he walks into the back and drops you on his bed. You immediately kick your pants off, a constant stream of ‘yes yes yes’ running through your mind. You need this. God, you need this.

But, when Zeke curls over you, he doesn’t feel broad enough, and when he kisses you, his beard is too thick, and when he trails his hands down your body, they’re barely calloused.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to turn your brain off—please, just turn off—because you should only be thinking of Zeke.

Zeke who circles your nipple with his tongue, who brushes fingers over your bare pussy and groans at how the sensation makes you arch into his mouth.

“Can’t wait to stuff this pretty cunt,” he breathes before grazing his teeth over pebbled flesh.

His voice isn’t deep enough. His blue eyes have a different shine from the green you're so used to.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, just let him—

Shimmying down your body, Zeke spreads you open and pushes spit from his mouth to land on your clit and drip downward. It makes you gasp, and you feel that familiar throb of arousal that grows when he starts rubbing soft circles over the sensitive bundle.

“Oh, shit,” you huff.

Heat pools between your legs as he continues the motion, only stopping to replace his finger with his mouth.

You let out a high-pitched moan, thinking to yourself, what about pillows? You can get a better angle with pillows. It doesn’t matter in the long run as he drags his tongue over your entrance, dipping inside for just a second before going back to swirling the muscle around your clit.

A finger is pushed into you a little too roughly. It’s not quite long enough, not quite thick enough, but it still feels good, especially once Zeke finds your g-spot and massages it until you’re whimpering and begging for more.

“You think you’re ready, sweetheart?” He speaks into your thigh, a thigh that was once littered with dark bruises from another mouth.

“Yes,” you pant. “Yes, please, please, Zeke.” Even his name feels foreign falling from your lips despite having said it hundreds of times.

You don’t understand why your mind is sabotaging you like this. You’ve been desperate for Zeke for months now, so why is it that you’re finally getting what you want but can only think about Mike? What is wrong with you?

He scissors two fingers inside of you, making sure you’re nice and stretched, and you want to tell him to hurry up, that you’ve taken someone substantially longer and thicker, because yeah, Zeke has a nice cock, big enough to be satisfying, flushed pink at the tip and dripping, but it’s doubtful that he’s gonna hurt you.

He has a lovely upward curve that drags over your spot as he slides into you, and it makes you groan, eyebrows knitting together as Zeke swears.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes, giving a few experimental thrusts.

You can take him without issue, wet and stretched, and god yes, finally. Finally. His pace quickens, coarse hairs on his pelvis rubbing against your clit and causing your eyes to roll back. Locking your ankles around his waist, you grin at the new angle, and Zeke huffs out an appreciative, “So fucking sexy when you smile for me, baby.” You stick your tongue between your teeth, something between a moan and a laugh leaving your throat, and he coos another, “Feel good?”

“Ye-es.”

Your mind is finally cleared—for a few minutes, at least—until Zeke pulls out and tells you to turn over. “Hands and knees.”

You comply, and when Zeke spreads your cheeks and shoves his cock back into your wet pussy, the memory of Mike’s tongue on your asshole flashes through your brain.

“Jesus Christ,” you whine.

Zeke’s balls slap your clit with every snap of his hips, the sound of skin on skin ringing through the room. It’s so fucking lewd, the sweat breaking out on both of you only making the noises more obscene. The fingers of one hand are gripping you tightly while Zeke brings his other down on your ass with a little too much force. The burning that follows feels good, makes you hiss and push back against him.

Pulling out so that only his cockhead is inside you, Zeke stills to focus solely on spanking you, alternating between cheeks as heat radiates from them. You cry and keep moving to the best of your ability, fucking yourself on his length as you get lost in sensation.

You lose track of time. Zeke switches between abusing your ass and leaning over you to grope your tits. No matter what he’s doing, you’re moaning, and eventually your own hand travels between your legs to play with your clit, the pressure in your gut becoming too much. You need to come, need that release, and when your back arches and your muscles tense, Zeke growls against your spine, “Fuck yes, come on my cock—just wanna feel you—”

He lets out a little, “Ha,” when you pulse around him, gushing slick and leaving you overstimulated as he continues to fuck into you harshly.

Your arms give out, elbows buckling and sending you falling face first into the pillow. Every noise you make grows in volume but remains muffled. Zeke is relentless in his strokes, but he thankfully doesn’t last much longer, droplets of sweat landing on your back as he curls over you once again, breathing heavily into your ear, “Can I come inside? Lemme come inside you.”

Before you can realize what you’re doing, you shake your head, turning your cheek to the cushion and panting, “No, don’t.”

It shouldn’t matter. You’re protected, and you’ve done it before, but…

You only want to do that for one person. You don’t want to let anyone else.

“Don’t, Zeke, I—”

“Did you let him come in you?” He suddenly asks. “Did you let him fill you with cum?”

He reaches around you to pinch your clit, and you squeal and squirm, trying to get him to drop his hand, but he doesn’t, just holds it with two fingers and taps the swollen bud without mercy.

“Did you?”

“No!” You lie, voice rising. “Fuck, I didn’t let him!”

Zeke scoffs. “I don’t believe you,” pinching hard enough to make tears spring up in your eyes before letting go. He returns to your hips, blunt fingernails digging into your skin as he gives a few more thrusts and groans, spilling into you then moving you back and forth on his cock, watching his own cum get pushed further into your hole and coat the entirety of his length.

“God dammit, what the fuck, Zeke?” You speak through gritted teeth, shoving back against him suddenly and with enough force to make him lose his balance and fall backward. You can feel thick fluid dripping down your thighs and turn to glare at him only to find him smirking at you.

The space behind your eyes grows hot with tears you refuse to shed in front of him. Instead, you get up and walk to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it before sitting down on the toilet with your head in your hands.

You shouldn’t be as upset as you are, generally like the feeling of guys releasing inside of you. It’s just hot. But, you had not wanted it this time. You weren’t ready for it, and now you can’t help but feel… tainted.

You pee then hop into the shower to rinse off, to cleanse yourself and calm down, and once the hot water has drained you of most of your anger, you slip into one of Zeke’s t-shirts and go back outside. He’s in sweatpants, sipping on water as he stares at the TV.

“Feel better?” He questions without actually looking at you.

You’re free to roll your eyes, but you think you sound convincing when you answer, “Yeah, a lot.”

He hums. “Didn’t seem like it.”

“I mean,” you sigh and move to sit down next to him, one leg tucked under you as you think about how you want to word what’s on your mind. “When I ask you not to do something, I, you know, want you to actually listen."

Now, he turns to look at you wearing an expression frighteningly similar to the one he'd worn the day he humiliated you on the very couch you're sitting in.

"Oh, so you want me to respect your wishes." He doesn't sound at all sympathetic. "Kind of like I wanted you to respect mine before you went and fucked Zacharias."

"Alright," you drawl. "We're back to this again. Awesome."

He didn't ever explicitly ask you not to sleep with anyone else. At that point, you don't know if Zeke even saw you as a legitimate girlfriend. And, you understand why he's annoyed by your actions, but you're getting extremely fucking tired of him dangling it over your head.

"Uh, yeah, we are."

Taking a deep breath, you try to keep a level head, to appear collected when you tell him, "Look, I see your frustration. I get it. But, me sleeping with Mike is a little different than—"

"How?" Zeke cuts you off. "How is it different?"

"Because what you did in there was against my fucking will. I told you not to come inside me, and you still did."

Zeke is on his feet in an instant. "Is that a fucking accusation?"

"No, no," you hold your hands up in defense as you peer up at him. "I'm not trying to say that everything that happened in there was non-consensual—"

"Sounds a lot like you are."

You're starting to panic. You don't like how hostile he's getting when he isn't even trying to understand you.

"You're trying to fill in blanks that aren't there, Zeke. I'm not trying to accuse you or get you in trouble or anything. I'm trying to explain how fucked up—how scary—it is for someone to ignore your boundaries in the bedroom."

He makes a little, "Tch," then mutters, "You're blowing it out of proportion."

It's about the worst thing he could say to you. Firstly, he's the one getting offended by the situation, and secondly, it completely invalidates you.

"You're the one who was so desperate for sex you went and fucked someone else," he adds.

You massage your temples, figure you need to remove yourself before saying something you can't take back.

Your phone is still on the armrest where you left it before going to the back, and it lights up with a text—Hitch—and displays the time. It's only five. If you wanted, you could still make it to your six o'clock class.

"You know what, I'm gonna put a pin in this so we can both simmer down. We can revisit it later."

Zeke doesn't seem to like that solution, or lack thereof. You grab your shirt off the floor then pad back to the bedroom to change into the clothes you picked out for the day, texting Hitch back while you're hidden.

She had asked what you were up to, and you reply with, at Zeke's. Could you by any chance pick me up? I didn't drive and we just got into a spat.

on my way 😘

You waste a little time before deciding to brave your boyfriend again, simply telling him that you're just gonna go to class and that Hitch is coming to get you.

"Fine," he dismisses.

You think about giving him a little peck but decide against it, opting to just grab your backpack and slip on your shoes.

"I'll text you," you tell him.

He replies with a short, "Sure," and you take that as your cue to leave.

It doesn't take long for Hitch to get there and takes even less time for her to ask what happened.

At last, you give her the full scoop (barring Zeke's meltdown after originally finding out you slept with Mike). She frowns almost the whole way through, and you expect her to either soothe you or tell you that he's being an asshole, but instead, she clicks her tongue and mutters, "I don't get why you aren't just dating Mike. Like, yeah, Zeke's hot and all, but you and Mike have always had a thing. And, you both obviously like each other so whyyy," she ends in a frustrated whine.

"Because Mike and I…" You trail off. You don't really know, honestly, not for a few seconds at least, and when it hits you, it isn't some big epiphany. It's more like a natural thought. "Because Mike is long-term. If we got together it would be, like, the real deal. And, I don't think either of us are ready for that."

It feels good to admit both to Hitch and to yourself. You never thought about it in depth before, mostly because while you've known about his feelings for you for a good while, you haven't fully accepted your own.

But, if the hurt you're feeling at him not texting you back is anything to go on (not to mention how much you thought of him while fucking Zeke), your fondness for him has probably turned into something more, something deeper.

"I don't understand what's so bad about the real deal, but whatever. You guys will sort it out in your own time."

"I don't know about that," you mumble. "He hasn't talked to me since that morning. Just won't reply to any of my texts or calls."

"That's weird," Hitch thinks out loud as she pulls into the parking lot. "If anything, I thought he'd be fighting even harder now."

"Yeah, well, that is clearly not the case." You grab your bag out of the backseat, guessing, "He must be mad at me or something."

"Maybe. Maybe he's just trying to give you space."

Shrugging, you get out of the car, forcing a smile as you thank your friend for the ride.

"Any time. One more thing, though," Hitch stops you." You tilt your head in curiosity as her face grows uncharacteristically serious. "Next time Zeke uses that against you, tell him to fuck off. And, consider dumping him."

"I mean, I did fuck up by sleeping with Mike."

"Yeah, but you and Zeke aren't gonna work if he keeps holding that over you. Something like that isn't supposed to be leverage. If he can't handle it, he needs to leave."

It's rare that Hitch loses her happy go lucky attitude, so seeing her like this is a little jarring.

"I'll take it into consideration."

As you walk into the dorms, you pout about how your shitty day only got shittier. All you want to do is talk to your best friend, but that's obviously not gonna happen.

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Oasis: Day Four

CW: Existential dread; death mentions

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I walked along the stream for some time until I found a waterfall with a lake at its base. It isn’t a very large one, but it was definitely loud enough to draw me toward it from a reasonable distance away. I decided to take a shower. The water is only about four cubits deep all the way around; it’s nice and warm. I would wash my pajamas too; but I have nothing else to wear, so that wouldn’t be wise. Currently I’m sitting on a rock to dry off.

Sleeping without an alarm clock by my side is wonderful. I no longer have to live with the knowledge that it will jolt me violently awake, seconds after losing consciousness.

I never realized how much of what I did with my time relied upon others. I set my alarm to 5:00 AM, because work started at 6:00; and I went to bed at 8:00 PM for the same reason. I wouldn’t eat until my 1:00 lunch break, because I would become horribly sick if I ate in the little time I had free in the morning. I got home at 4:00, which left me four hours to myself.

Two of those hours I spent on Francis Murray’s front porch playing hearts. I don’t even like card games; I think they’re boring and repetitive. Your hand determines what cards you play and when you play them; so half of the time, coincidence chooses the winner. That isn’t how I would define “fun.” I don’t know why I went. I would say I went to enjoy the conversation, but that would be a lie…

Francis is fine, but he doesn’t talk much. I’ve tried to get closer to him — in a very proper and decent way, of course — but all he seems to do is push me away. It baffles me how he can host these card games and invite others to them, but remain so distant and unwilling to befriend anyone. I understand there may be something troubling him; but he should do something about it instead of sitting there like a brick wall behind his cards all evening. Surely that can’t be healthy?

Mari Honda is nice to talk to; but she’s never able to get a word in edgewise because of Cynthia Evans. It’s always “My Son” with her. “My Son has three kids!” this, “My Son went to Aruba,” that, or “My Son’s a famous musician!” The sad thing is, I never know which son she’s talking about, because she has six of them, and their names all start with the letter “J.” I don’t feel like following their stories. Actually, I’m not even sure half of what she says about them is true; but the poor thing looks as though she might explode if she doesn’t talk about “My Son.” So none of us ever say anything. We simply nod and say “That’s nice,” out of courtesy. But after awhile it becomes tiring; after seven years, I don’t want to do it anymore.

Yet we all kept going back… Why? Is it human nature to want to torture oneself? Do we secretly enjoy misery?

Or maybe it was the routine we craved. Something familiar and consistent in the terrifying world in which we lived, to distract ourselves. But we were hiding ourselves away so much that none of us got to enjoy our lives. It’s like that one concept in physics where the faster you go, the slower time passes for you; but once you’ve decelerated, you’re ten-thousand years in the future, and everyone you’ve ever known is gone. Then you realize you’re alone. You’ve wasted all your time working and indulging in meaningless conversation about unimportant people doing fruitless things. We waste our lives, and then we die.

So, we ruminate to feel a sense of accomplishment. But by doing that, we forgo the opportunity to actually accomplish things. We try to get time back, when in reality we are throwing it into the fire. How foolish we are!

Thankfully, whatever force has brought me here has taken me away from all that. I may have wasted most of my life then, but I am here now. I am free to go where I please; to set any destination and sing as terribly as I want while I get there. Actually, I’m beginning to see that I’m not such a terrible singer as I thought I was — I just never had time to practice. I was never a very good writer either; but now that I’ve been given time to write, I can see that I’ve improved. My mind is sharper too. It feels as if a fire has been lit inside me and everything is possible— everything makes sense. I can’t explain it.

This place is amazing.

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austajunk · 3 years ago

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Game of Despair (fic)

Chapter One: Despair Gamer

Summary: Surviving through her massive injuries following the ending of the Despair Arc, Chiaki Nanami has fallen after her fellow classmates have become Remnants of Despair. However, when altercations with a certain Servant brings up the chance to find a special person that she lost once again, Chiaki and the aforementioned problematic Servant have no choice but to traverse the apocalypse to bring Izuru Kamukura back to the light of Hope…maybe!

Rating: Mature (because duh)

Warnings: Gore, death, general manipulation and Remnants of Despair Shenanigans

A/N: Hey there. Originally this was a fan comic on tumblr that I did, but due to the scale of the project, I decided it would work better as a fic. The introduction to this fic is different from the fan comic just so I could keep things fresh to write. Please enjoy! You can also find this fic on AO3 if you prefer to read there. I’ll link later.

Games were supposed to be fun. Anyone could play them and they could be played together. It didn’t matter if it was a bad game or if the person you were playing with had any talent whatsoever. It wasn’t the point. The point was to get closer to another person.

At least, that was the philosophy Chiaki Nanami once went by. Games were something that made her happy, but another thing that chained her down at the same time. By being the Super High School Level Gamer, she was locked to her beloved talent and didn’t see any way to open herself to others. That was until she met Hajime Hinata and her teacher, Chisa Yukizome, had showed the strawberry-haired gamer that it was possible to form all the connections she wanted in her life through her talent. For the first time in her life, she had started to feel complete at Hope’s Peak Academy. She was the Class Representative of a band of Ultimate students who were anything but normal... but she loved them with all her heart.

Until the claws of Despair ripped everything away from her, that was. Chiaki Nanami was now a shell of her former self, but that was okay. With her mind filled with nothing but an urge to induce chaos, she couldn’t feel anything for the person she once was. If she couldn’t remember that person, what were they really worth?

—

The fiery skies poured overhead and mixed with the blackness of the night. There was no possible way to see the stars anymore at this point so deep into the end of the world. The only light that could be seen was from a small Nantendo game screen flickering. A girl with pink hair and discolored pink and red eyes leaned against some wreckage, watching as several people ran from demolished buildings and screamed in anguish for their loved ones. Children, women, and even grown men sobbed as a waterfall of bullets cascaded down on their bodies from above.

“You’re losing, you know?” The gamer sighed, twirling a small finger around some of her peach-tinted hair.

On her game screen, a hoard of bullets were raining down on a mass of zombies, massacring them on her side of the screen. The zombie side was fading pitifully fast, their organs squishing from the onslaught of shots.

Beside Chiaki, a man was trembling with the Nantendo in his hand. Sweat was pouring down the front of his head and his breathing was heavy. It looked as though the pale-faced man was going to pass out at any moment. His eyes were blood shot. He had been at this for hours, all to keep the game going and going and going... but it felt like one big, mad, never-ending spiral. He just wanted to drop the game, but all his hostages and prizes were dying all around him the moment he showed any weakness. A large black collar around his neck was tightening every time a point fell from his score. His throat was so constricted that his lips were starting to get purple.

Oh well, Chiaki thought. She was starting to get bored of this anyways. It was really sad though. For a few sweet moments, she had felt an exhilaration like no other. Her entire body had tensed, heat caking her cheeks. She wanted to drop the game and throw herself at the poor man beside her, to rub her curvaceous body against him until she got off on human contact alone when his score had gotten ahead. But alas, that sort of contact had started to wane on his score... and Chiaki’s interests.

“This is disappointing,” said Chiaki, obliterating the rest of the man’s score. Her side of the screen flashed WINNER in big bright red letters and the man beside her squealed in terror. He started convulsing and screaming, the air in his lungs dissipating fast until he seized over and fell over. His eyes bulged from his skull and his neck was bruised and purple until a satisfying crack sounded from his neck. Well... as satisfying as Chiaki could imagine it anyways.

Watching the man’s corpse go limp, she dropped her handheld game console beside him and simply fished another one from her black and white bear-shaped bag. She tapped the screen to life and began to jab at the buttons as though she wasn’t lying beside someone's corpse on top of a bunch of debris underneath a smoke-encrusted sky of darkness. But that was just the world.

Shrieks and screams of agony littered the sky, joining together to create a chaos-induced despair. It was probably the biggest death count Chiaki had earned so far. Her victim, to his credit, had lasted a total of thirteen hours before his score declined and Chiaki’s interest dropped. It was pleasurable until he waned. Now Chiaki was content to just let the cries in the night be silenced as the conclusion of their game (with real human casualties) and to just get up and leave. She did so, leaving her purple game console with the man’s corpse as memento and something of her personal signature. All the world would know where to find the person who could bring the greatest challenge of a killing game to them and that was what she wanted.

The gamer longed to find someone who could beat her and make her feel alive again. Or to feel anything at all. Even if Chiaki knew that she was nowhere close to feeling anything anymore. “My purpose... is Despair,” she uttered to no one in particular, merely touching her forehead as though to remind herself of that fact. It was foolish to stray, foolish to want or desire anything in such a world. Something like that almost seemed like a spec of Hope was left in her heart... which was impossible once the legendary Junko Enoshima snuffed it out.

Thanks to Junko, all the games in the world would not suffice to bring Chiaki Nanami back. One by one, she had been forced to watch her classmates fall into Despair, to watch them torture, massacre and rape others in Junko’s image. Chained to a wall, she watched for over a year as blood sprayed across a dingy massive screen that Junko had left her to view the carnage. She had been tormented and stuck in Hope’s Peak Academy until the last inch of Hope was executed from her body, until she finally wavered and gave into Despair. With the last specs of good will drained from her, the chains around her neck slipped off and she was allowed to walk free in this ruined world... where it felt entirely purposeless to live. But that was the point.

Everything was ruined. Her life was only good for making everyone else experience her own personal Despair. And Chiaki had set to it.

And as far as she was concerned, games were meant to be shared with everyone. Even the bad ones…

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On the eastern side of a Towa city, a dingy and caved-in subway had been remodeled into a small chamber for the Despair Gamer. She always returned there to rest or to just recollect herself whenever she was bored or wanted to avoid the other Despairs. A bunch of pillows were tucked together for a makeshift gaming chair that she was slumped over, absorbed in one of her prized Nantendo titles.

Only the soft clinking of chains from behind roused her attention ever so slightly.

“Ah… that guy from before didn’t keep you occupied for long, did he?” Said a carefree voice behind Chiaki as she played. “For a moment, it looked like he was really doing it for you.”

Chiaki tilted her head, sinking back into her cushioned gaming chair. It wasn’t hard to figure out who the other presence in this fortress of death was, so she didn’t bother to look at him as he went to work on disposing of the body. What she didn’t notice however was that her Servant wasn’t empty-handed. He had entered the chamber with a large burlap sack… one that was squirming eerily.

Nagito Komaeda. To say he gave into Despair wasn’t quite so accurate. Hope would always win in the end… but it had to be challenged, cultivated… yes, becoming Despair was only meant to encourage Hope. And that was why he belonged to the other Remnants of Despair. He was theirs to use as they saw fit, but he just could not help returning to her again and again. Chiaki Nanami was like a serial killer by now… one complete with a soft, pudgy face and wide, innocent eyes. Utterly fascinating that one so lovely and gentle could rip apart so many people. Despair really had power over others… an alluring, undeniable, sick and twisted power… all Servant wanted to do was be there to witness Hope shatter the monster before him that Despair had created.

But until that happened… oh, how thoughts of Junko Enoshima made the heat swell through every inch of his body…

As if craving her attention, Servant spoke to her again. She could practically feel the grin etched on his face. “Have you gotten so used to the stench of death, Chiaki? You’re actually letting the corpses decompose around you now…” He nodded his head to rotting cadavers left at the back of the room. Perhaps Chiaki had forgotten they were there?

Chiaki’s lips twitched into a small frown, more so from being interrupted. Servant was a strange one. He had something familiar about him, like someone she should remember but it simply did not occur to her to try and do so. If he caused no reaction in her, then that was all there was to it whether she recalled him or not. The pale-haired boy seemed to follow her about like a puppy-dog, sometimes aiding her in procuring or disposing of victims whenever they met up. Chiaki had considered simply killing him, but something in her intuition told her that playing a Killing Game with the likes of him simply wasn’t a wise choice. And straight up slaughtering him was too kind, too merciful. How was she to invoke Despair in the name of Junko Enoshima if she simply hacked up his body?

And so, Chiaki found herself lifting her head at the jostling of chains behind her, watching the metal links swing side to side from around the Servant’s neck. He had a large grin painted on his face as he always did, taking a seat across from her in her little chair. “I guess the smell of death caught me off guard last time,” she mused thoughtfully to him, uncaring if he was really here for conversation or not. He did as he pleased and proved to be quite the clingy individual. But so long as he did the dirty work, Chiaki didn’t mind occasionally indulging him.

“It made me sick... but... now I don’t smell anything. I wonder if I’ve destroyed my sense of smell. Or my brain simply cares less and less each time...” Chiaki said with sigh, curling up in her chair and reaching for her games again. “Why did you come back?” It was really annoying when Chiaki was content to be left alone with her games for the rest of eternity. Alas victims were hard to come by in the apocalypse. Something about people wanting to salvage their lives. She couldn’t understand that. People were going to be slaughtered en masse either way, so shouldn’t they be trying to find the best way to have fun?

That was what Ultimate Despair Gamer was for. To teach others that life was just one big game and if they weren’t having fun, well... their lives didn’t amount to much, did they?

Servant tilted his head at her, his green eyes holding her emotionless gaze for a moment. “Oh, yes! I actually brought you another gift. I don’t want to be too optimistic, but…” He gestured to the struggling brown sack beside him. “I think this may really be the one. If he can’t satisfy you a little more than your usual prey, then I’ll take full responsibility…”

“Hm?” Chiaki stood up and slowly drifted over to the squirming sack that the Servant had left in the middle of the room. A gift? For her? A light blush crept onto her cheeks as she approached the bag and knelt down to pull it back. As soon as she saw the victim awaiting her, a jolt of electric joy shot through her. She gasped lightly and watched as the person’s light chestnut hair spiked up into her view. This was... No... why was the sight of the person’s hair inspiring such a range of emotions on her face? Her eyes lit up and a shudder ran through her body. She wanted to pull the captive close to her already.

Lightly, she pulled the gag from his lips and let him cough and sputter. He wanted to scramble away from the bizarre Gamer, but she quickly grabbed ahold of his shoulders and urged him closer to her. Her breasts rested against his front and she nuzzled him almost affectionately. Startled by the cute girl’s sudden comforting presence, the man didn’t want to feel at ease, especially with her twisted smile flashing down upon him. But at the same time... she seemed harmless. Perhaps a little deranged? But soft and pretty enough... He shakily steadied her against him, wondering if she was the prisoner of this strange, messed up death chamber just like he was. He barely took notice of the boy behind her with the manic grin and kept his eyes trained on her.

“Wh-Where am I...?” The chestnut-haired student asked her. At least, he appeared to be a student with his plain white uniform and dark trousers. A pair of glasses rested askew on his nose. “Are you a prisoner too?! Did that guy kidnap you?”

Chiaki couldn’t help but to tense at the guy’s caring voice, the way he put concern for her before anything else. Even himself. It felt so familiar and she was melting on the inside. Her face became more twisted, more heated and aroused. This was the one! He had to be the one! He was going to play with her until she could finally lie down and let the cold grip of death eclipse her. A final game where she could be happy, fulfilled, complete—

“What’s your name?” Chiaki asked him lightly, trying to hide the frantic blush on her cheeks. This was so embarrassing. Her heart was fluttering for him.

“Ahhh? Oh... Um, Yusuke?” The man responded, looking around. “Look, why don’t we try to find a way out of here before that guy shows up again? That mastermind!”

“Hm?” Chiaki crossed her legs. “Oh... him. He doesn’t matter. What matters is... well... do you like games, Yusuke?” Her soft voice almost held a low purr to it.

Suddenly, there was a sense of unease in the air. Yusuke blinked and pushed up his glasses. “Um...games?”

—

A small tear trickled over the pale, dead face of her latest victim. After hours and hours and hours of gaming, Yusuke had simply crumpled over. All throughout the week, he had kept Chiaki occupied. Even when he sobbed to her and begged her to let him go, Chiaki was completely enthralled with him. Not a single one of her victims had been so satisfying. He must have truly adored her to keep up such a unique concentration to whatever game she picked out for them to play. He cared for her... he must have loved her to play with her all this time. But then... it was as though his body simply gave out.

Now Yusuke’s corpse decorated the floor of her room, his body still warm from how hard it had worked to bring her even an ounce of joy. Chiaki lingered beside him, her face twisted with what could truly be called Despair. It wasn’t fair. He loved her. Why did he break under all the gaming? She could go forever...

Servant watched her from the corner of the chambers, a small sigh leaving his lips. Something about her actions had slightly disturbed him. For close to a week, he had watched Chiaki become truly elated. It was like she was a different person. And now the young man he had offered up to her was nothing more than a body getting colder by the moment. She drained every last agonizing bit of life from him. It was so thoughtless, so empty…

“I wonder why you don’t just let them rest…” He said, stepping forward as if to pull Chiaki away from the body. “Oh well. I’ll find you a new toy. That will satisfy you!” What hollow words. There was nothing out there that could satisfy the monster before him. That was probably the most horrifying thing about her… but it made him utterly enthralled with her.

“...It’s never going to be enough...” Chiaki said solemnly as she heard the rustling of chains clinking in the background. She knew Servant was behind her, waiting for the body to be disposed of, but Chiaki didn’t want to let it go.

“This was the... the best one... and he wasn’t even enough. Nowhere close... He was like a barrel of love... and I need an ocean... I...I...” She trembled, stifling a sob. Even as a Remnant of Despair, it wasn’t like she lacked feelings... even if they were only centered on herself and self-preservation.

She sighed a hollow bitter sigh and stood up, giving Yusuke’s body a savage kick with her boots. After watching the dirt from her shoes smear his cheek, she turned around and walked past Servant.

“The person you’re searching for… he doesn’t exist anymore…”

Chiaki suddenly clutched her chest tightly as though she were in pain. There was an unbearable pounding in her head. Make it stop… it had to stop… why couldn’t she ignore it?

“I’m not staying here. I’m... I’m going to leave. I want to find something else...something I lost.” The words left her lips before she even realized it. She could almost envision that person with the same chestnut hair and soft, sincere smile. But she didn’t remember his name... not a bit…

Just as she headed to the entrance of the chamber that Servant was leaning against, a foot suddenly kicked up to block her exit. She stepped back and looked at Servant, a frown working onto her gentle features.

“Ah… I thought we may hit this little snag,” Servant said, his smile fading slightly. “You’ve lost a lot of things. It won’t help you to search for all of them! More than likely, you’ll never find anything!” He put his hands together, pleading. “Let me find you another toy! The next one will satisfy you for sure.”

“What..? I…” Chiaki blinked and rubbed her eyes. Those words were making her feel just a tad woozy.

“There, there,” Servant cooed, entwining his arm with hers to lead her away from the door. “Won’t you stay here with me, Chiaki? Just for today… don’t look for what you can’t find. Just stay here today.” Forever. He intended to keep her as long as he could. Hope had to be protected.

And the person she wanted… that same person lit up his entire world as well. The thoughts of that person…

“Chiaki, just stay here… ah, I know,” said Servant behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, “let’s play a game together. You and me. If you win—“

“Then I leave,” muttered Chiaki. Then she blinked again in realization.

The smell of this chamber was starting to get to her. Perhaps it was because the last toy truly was something she did like. She couldn’t stop playing with him until he broke. But Chiaki wasn’t looking at the remnants of her beloved toy anymore. Instead, she peered at the filthy walls and floors of her game chamber. Decayed bits of body parts were strewn about across the floor and the stench was starting to become invasive again.

How long had she been in these chambers? She couldn’t remember when she had first entered, only that soon after, the Servant had appeared. He would scavenge for food and toys for her, to keep her occupied and “satisfied” with any new playthings he happened to procure. Chiaki groaned, her head feeling a bit heavy. “Ungh...” She clutched her face, trying to ignore the stench of death wafting in the air. Something about the charming spell of this place was starting to wear off fast and she quite despised it.

Chiaki shook her head, trying to brush off the sickening realization that she just didn’t know how long she had been in a chamber like this, playing games with toy after toy after toy. How many had she killed? Well... they existed to please her, so it didn’t matter. But... when had she last stepped outside? When had she tried to leave? Every time she had risen from her chair to peer out into the world, the Servant would give her a friendly wave and insist that he would go out to bring her food or more toys. It was all just too irksome.

She turned back to Servant. “I want to leave.”

“Of course. If you’re ready, you’ll win,” said Servant cheerfully, waving his obscured hand. “But if I win… hmm… how about this? For every game you lose against me, I’ll alter your appearance just a little…”

“Alter my appearance…?”

Servant nodded, motioning for her to take a seat back in her Gamer chair.

“That’s right. For every game you fail,” he said, letting his voice trail off just a bit, “I’ll remodel you to look a bit more like Lady Junko Enoshima each time.”

“Of course, are you really sure you want to play?”

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intheticklecloset · 4 years ago

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Oreos and Lemonade (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: Sero introduces Mina to a new card game to help cure his boredom, but things get interesting when she raises the stakes.

A/N: Mina strikes again! Lee Sero is not one I write a lot of, but he sure is a cutie. I decided since she'd gotten the other Bakusquad boys it was only fair that Sero get his turn. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,034

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Sero hadn’t moved in almost an hour.

Mina stopped short when she passed through the living room the second time, watching him lay on the floor staring up at the ceiling, eyes glazed over. She frowned. “Uh…Sero?”

“Mm?” Still no movement.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m losing my mind.”

Even more concerned now, she cautiously took a step toward him. There was no one else here; it was a Friday afternoon after school, and almost everyone from their class was out at the mall right now. Mina, Sero, and a couple of others had stayed behind to study or just relax, but she had no idea what the tape hero was getting out of lying on the floor like this.

“Can I help?” Mina asked.

“I’m so bored!” Sero finally turned to look at her. “I was so wiped out after class I couldn’t even think about the mall, but now that we’ve been back at the dorms for a couple of hours I wish I’d just gone with them. I’m going nuts not having anyone to hang out with.”

“Um, hello?” Mina waved at him. “You could have asked me to hang out with you.”

“I thought you were studying.”

“I finished that an hour ago. Why do you think I came down here to sunbathe for a while?”

Sero paused. “Oh. Well.” He sat up, looking up at her. “Want to do something?”

Mina nodded, beaming. “Of course! Want to spar?”

He gave her a withering look. “I meant something fun.”

“Hmm…Mario Kart?”

“Nah, we play that all the time. What about a card game?”

“For two people?”

“They make those!”

“Where?”

“In America.” Sero smiled, getting to his feet. “I’ve got one. It’s actually designed for just two people. Want to try it?”

Mina was always down for trying something new. “Yeah! Let’s do it.”

A short while later, Sero and Mina were in his room, and he was explaining the rules of the game – Blink – to her.

“There are two stacks between us. You need to match up either the color, shape, or number of items on a card in your hand to a card on one of the stacks. When you do, you draw another card and keep going. Whoever gets rid of all their cards first wins.”

“Why’s it called Blink?” she asked, picking up her half of the deck to shuffle and draw three cards from.

“Because it’s really fast-paced. Most games only last a minute or two at most. It takes more time to gather, shuffle, and deal the cards than to play the game.”

“That sounds kind of redundant.” Mina shrugged. “I’m not knocking it, I’m just saying.”

“It’s pretty addicting, though. You’ll see.” Sero set his deck face down on the floor between them, drew his three cards, and looked at her. “Ready?”

“Yeah, only – why don’t we make it more interesting?”

“How?”

Mina grinned. “You say these games go pretty fast? What if we do a best out of ten? The winner gets to decide their prize.”

Sero squinted at her. Something felt a little…off about this. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he had a feeling she was up to something. “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” she replied innocently. “What do you want if you win?”

Despite himself, Sero considered for a moment. “Um…Oreos and lemonade?”

“Together?”

“Why not? It’s a great combination.”

“I meant, would we share them?”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” Sero smiled at her. “I’d be happy to introduce you to my weird food cravings.”

Mina giggled. “Okay, sounds good to me.”

“What if you win? What do you want?”

“Hmm…” The pink girl seemed to consider for a moment, but he had a suspicion she already knew her answer. “How about…I get to tickle you for three minutes?”

There it was. Sero sputtered a little. “W-What? Hold on – no! Why?”

“Why not? It would be fun.”

“For you!”

“Come on, please?” Mina begged, batting her eyes at him. “I made it a goal to tickle each of you boys individually and you’re the last one left! This way it wouldn’t be a surprise attack, and it wouldn’t be ‘cheating,’ like I evidently did with the other three.”

“What if I win?”

“Then we have Oreos and lemonade, since that’s what you want.”

Sero’s heart was pounding. The stakes had gotten a lot higher. “I mean…what if I win and you can’t tickle me now? When will you?”

Mina smirked. “I’ll find time. So, do you accept?”

Sero thought about it for a minute. He did have the advantage of having played this game before, and he considered himself pretty good at it. Plus, tickling wasn’t the worst thing in the world, and he could take it for three minutes. So…

“Yeah,” he said at last. “Let’s do it. Best of ten.”

“Great!”

“One…two…three!”

As promised, the first game was over in a flash, as were the next several games they played. Though Sero did win the first three, Mina eventually got the hang of things and started winning consistently as well, so that by the time they got to the tenth game it was Sero 5, Mina 4.

“We should have said best of eleven,” he said. “We might tie at this rate.”

“You never know! Let’s go, I’m pumped up now.”

They tied. It was now 5-5.

Mina grinned at him. “Sudden death, Sero. I hope you’re ready for a good tickling!”

Sero blushed, flustered but doing his best to remain calm. “Nah. I hope you’re ready to experience the awesomeness of Oreos and lemonade combined!”

“We’ll let the cards decide.”

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

“One…two…three!”

Sero and Mina slapped their cards down onto the two decks in a frenzy, moving faster than ever before. Whereas she seemed to be fully in control of herself and her thoughts, Sero found he was a little scattered and shaky with each card she beat him to. Pull it together, he scolded himself. You’ve won this plenty of times, you can do it again—

Mina slapped down her last card and threw her hands in the air. “I win!”

Sero went on the defensive even before he realized he was doing it, dropping his final few cards and scrambling back away from her. “H-Hold on, give me a second to prepare myself!”

“You act like I’m going to murder you,” she laughed, wiggling her fingers teasingly. “It’s just tickling. You’ve been tickled by us before.”

“Y-Yeah, but…I still need a second!”

Mina gave him a smile and softened her voice. “Hey, it’s okay. I won’t torture you, I promise. I won’t even hit any death spots if you don’t want me to. I just want to tickle you and make you giggle a little. All right?”

Somehow, her soothing words made him feel leagues better. He sighed. “Yeah, all right. Sorry, it’s just…I don’t know. This tickling thing is…weird.”

“Weird how?”

“I mean…I don’t really mind it, I guess, and when it’s just you guys I’m okay. But I don’t want to be like Midoriya, getting tickled at random almost on a daily basis.”

Mina gently placed her hand on his leg. “Sero, I’m not asking you to commit to a lifelong tickling. Just a couple minutes right now. That’s it. I promise.”

Sero nodded, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Okay. Okay, sorry. I’m…I’m ready.”

With a smile, Mina scooted a little closer to him. “Is there anywhere you don’t want me to tickle you?”

Sero blushed and looked away. “No, just do it. Just get it over with. Please.”

“You got it.” With that, she scribbled her fingers across his kneecaps, smiling even wider when he instantly started giggling. “Aw, you got ticklish knees like Kaminari?”

“Nohohohohot that bahahahahad,” he admitted, gradually lying down on his back. “But it s-stihihihihihill tickles.”

She moved a little further up, gently tracing the tops of his thighs, enjoying the way he twitched in response. A little further up brought her to his hips, then his sides and ribs, and finally his underarms. It was at this point – about a minute in – that she straddled him. “There we go. Nice and gentle, see? Just giggles, no screaming laughter.”

Sero’s face was bright red at this point, and he instinctively tried to clamp his arms to his sides. “M-Mihihihihihina, plehehehehehease be c-cahahahahahareful.”

“Just gentle tickles, I promise,” she replied, trailing back down to his ribs. “I want to tickle your tummy. Is that okay?”

He blushed even harder, covering his face with his hands. “Dohohohohon’t call it such a sihihihihihilly name…”

“But it’s so cute! Just like you, Sero.” Mina gradually began her descent towards her intended target. “You’ve already done so well in just two minutes. I’m sure you can handle one more like a champion.”

“Ugh, f-fihihihihihine, just stohohohohohop teasing me already.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Mina grinned, finally moving down to his belly and skittering wildly. “Teasing is what I do, you see.”

“Mihihihihihihina!” he yelped, giggles escalating in an adorable way, his body finally starting to squirm for real. “Plehehehehehease, it reheheheheally tickles!”

“I know. But you can do it, Sero. It’s only another minute.”

The tape hero smiled widely, giggling and squirming on the floor beneath her touch, doing his best to let her have her fun…until she pushed his shirt up to his chest and began tickling his belly directly, with no protection whatsoever. He jerked and shot his arms down to try and pry her away. “Nohohohohoho, thahahahahat’s cheheheheheating!”

Mina sighed heavily. “It’s not cheating! Why do you all keep saying that? These are the terms you agreed to.”

“I dihihihihihhidn’t sahahahahay you cohohohohould dohohohoho that!”

“Do what? This?” She suddenly turned her fingers into claws, digging rather than scribbling, and Sero tossed his head back with a startled squeal. “You never told me I couldn’t. I even asked you first.”

“M-MihihihiHIHIHINA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Sero laughed, really, truly fighting her now, giggles having evolved to laughter. “No, stahahahahahahahap! Plehehehehehease, enough! No mohohohohohohohore!”

“Ten more seconds, Sero,” she teased, winking at him. “Ten…nine…”

“Dohohohohohohon’t count!”

“Eight…seven…six…”

Sero was losing his mind all over again. The tickly vibrations in his stomach were driving him crazy. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Five…four…three…two…”

There was a long pause. Sero cried, “ONE!! OHOHOHOHONE!! STAHAHAHAP!!”

“One and a half…” Mina teased, unable to keep her own laughter at bay. “One and a quarter…”

“MINA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“One!” At last she let up, giving his belly button one last poke before climbing off of him. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? You handled it so well!”

Sero rolled onto his side, still giggling for a moment before sitting up completely. When he did, he realized that through his kicking and squirming he’d made a total mess of their card game. “Ugh, great. Now I have to clean this up.”

“I’ll help you,” Mina said. With the two of them working together, it only took a few minutes to count all the cards to make sure they had them all, put them in neat stacks, and then store them back in the box. Finally the pink-haired girl asked quietly, “You okay?”

“Hmm?” Sero looked at her, confused. “Yeah, why?”

“You got kind of quiet, that’s all. You’re not upset with me, are you?”

“What? No!” He pulled her in for a quick side-hug. “No, we’re good. Like I said, tickling is just kind of…weird for me. But I didn’t hate it or anything. It’s all right. Even if you are a little cheater.”

“I am not a cheater!” she laughed, pushing him away playfully. “I asked you beforehand if there was anywhere you didn’t want me to tickle you. You had your chance!”

“It’s not where you tickled me, it’s how you did it,” he shot back, smirking.

“Well, I’m sorry your tummy was just too cute to resist.” She poked it once, then nudged him. “Come on. Let’s go have your Oreos and lemonade now.”

He looked at her, confused. “But I lost.”

“Did you?” Mina beamed as she got to her feet, then offered a hand to help him up. “I think we’re both winners today, Sero.”

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chimtaesty · 4 years ago

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Moonlit Destiny Part One

pairing: princess!reader x king!jin / 2.8k words

warnings: angst, violence, anxiety, strong language, trauma

plot: marrying a king of a far away country seemed to be your biggest problem, but gradually falling in love with a man who is deeply hurt and isn't able to control his rage turns out to be more troublesome.

A/N: hi! I'm really sorry that the first part of this series wasn't uploaded at the planned date. I had to replan and arrange thigs because my exams were delayed and moved and everything was a mess. I hope you enjoy this opener and you'll stay tuned for more of this series.

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masterlist / story masterlist / PROLOGUE

“His first wife, Eunbi, was a traitor....”

“W-What do you mean?” The information he’s giving you doesn’t seem to get processed. His wife betrayed him, causing him pain. “She tried to poison him, almost killing his youngest brother in the process. She aimed for his crown, she wanted to be the sole ruler. The emperor had her hung publicly” Your brain doesn’t work.

Your mouth opens to question Yonghee further, but in that very moment Seokjin walks towards you two, aiming for you. “I’m sorry for breaking up the conversation between you two, but i would like to talk to my fiance” He states with a small smile, making you question what Yonghee said a minute ago. How on earth was the man that stands in front of you able to hang his wife. To execute the woman he loved, or maybe he didn’t. It may have been easier to kill her for treason because he didn’t actually love her. Would he be able to execute you when you made a mistake? Would he ever be able to kill you?

“Y/N, I wanted to elaborate the cause of my anger towards you. I realised that it was unfair to be angry at you for mentioning my first wife without actually knowing what happened.” You don’t say anything while he sways on the heels of his feet. You know what happened, yet you let him explain to see things through his perspective.

“My first wife, Eunbi, was a wonderful woman. We loved each other truly and I would've given her everything. I made her queen because she desired to be my wife. I allowed her to learn whatever she wanted, because I loved her. She made me the happiest man alive. But she betrayed me, she used me, tried to kill me for her biggest desire. She wanted to be in my position, be king. She tried to kill me, but she poisoned my youngest brother, Jungkook, instead. It was an accident since the poisoned cup of wine was meant for me. My brother survived, barely, he still has problems with speaking. When it was revealed that she had poisoned my brother's drink she showed her real face.

She admitted that what I had given her wasn’t enough. She wanted to be the sole ruler of my kingdom and she was ready to do whatever it took to accomplish that. Although I loved her, dearly, I had to execute her. I would’ve forgiven her, I would've let her go because I loved her. My brother, Yoongi, took care of her execution. I couldn’t be present. I couldn’t watch the woman I loved being hung like a criminal.” he finishes with tears in his eyes.

His eyes are red and his cheeks pink. You can’t even imagine what he felt, the pain that must torture him every single day. “How many brothers do you have?” you don’t realise what leaves your mouth until it’s too late. A small chuckle leaves his plump lips. “That’s what busies your mind? How many brothers I have?” you chuckle as well. “I’m curious, I now know what happened to Eunbi and I understand that it must be unimaginably painful to execute someone you love but since you don’t want to talk about it too much, I won’t bring it up again. Thank you for telling me” you nudge his arm slightly “Now tell me how many brothers you have”

xxxxx

He has six brothers, Namjoon, the army commander of the south. He takes care of the safety in the kingdoms south. He’s very tall and likes to read, in his free time he likes to take care of the animals which live at the royal court. Yoongi, who takes care of the local prisons. He is excellent at getting people to talk, through torture, to your displeasure. He’s smaller than his brothers and likes to listen to concerts on his free evenings.

Hoseok is the army commander of the north. He shares his work with his brother, Namjoon, and takes care of the safety in the kingdom's north. He is a ray of sunshine. Seokjin said he was surprised when Hoseok asked to be a commander since he imagined him to become an artist like Taehyung, but he assured his brother of his professionalism. He likes to help Jimin with the local orphanages in his free time, remarkable.

Jimin is the third youngest of the bunch. He is a famous warrior, known as the white shadow. He fought in several great wars and always came back as the winner. Even though he’s a scary and very skilled warrior, he has a very sensible personality. He likes to help out at the local orphanages, showing the children how to defend themselves. A secret ,Seokjin pleaded with me to never ever talk about, is that Jimin likes to be read to. He often asks his older Brother, Namjoon, to read to him.

Taehyung is the second youngest, making him the second family's baby. He’s the only one who strayed from the genre of professions among the brothers. He decided to become an artist, painting the most beautiful paintings and writing the loveliest poems, having quite the clan of female admirers. He does know how to fight, though. Growing up with six brothers who like to train for future purposes made him learn how to fight as well. He might not be as skilled as Jimin or Jungkook, but he would survive in war.

Jungkook is the youngest of them all. He’s a warrior like Jimin, known as black shadow. He is the best fighter out of the seven, no one has ever succeeded in having him land on his back. He seems really scary, almost terrifying, said Seokjin. But he’s a nice boy, kind and cautious. He told Seokjin that he would like an older sister in law because Eunbi was younger than him, calling him Oppa, which he strongly disliked.

When he was poisoned, he lost almost all possibility to speak, he has trouble eating and dislikes having to talk to people. He’s embarrassed people would feel disgusted by his raspy and rough sounding voice.

His family sounds fun, complicated but fun.

xxxxx

The maids helped you put the traditional clothes on called “Hanbok”. “Ow!” you shout, startling the maids in the process. “We are deeply sorry, your majesty. We have to tighten this part a slight bit.” Moving in this big thing seems impossible as there’s so much fabric. “You’re almost done, your majesty.” you can’t believe that Seokjin wants you to wear such a hideous amount of clothing.

“You’re done, your majesty! The only thing you will have to put on is the head piece” the smaller girl in front of you instructs. She holds a big golden something in her hands. You’ve never seen something as astonishing and beautiful as this golden thing.

She places the headpiece on your head, securing it in your hair. It’s heavy, feels like they’ve placed a child on top of your head, yet you like it. “You look beautiful, your majesty” you smile at her “Thank you very-“Is she done yet?” An impatient voice wanders through the walls. “Yes, your majesty. Your fiancé is done being dressed” a maid informs him.

“Good, come outside, my dear. Let me have a look at you” he pushes. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to get up. There’s jewelry as heavy as a newborn on your head and ridiculous big clothing on your body. “I’ll try my best.” he chuckles.

The maid helps you up, you’re sure she’s trying to not laugh herself. If the women in his country wear this stuff without a problem?

“Wow, Y/N. You look stunning. Come here, my love” he opens his arms wide. You let go of the maid, focused on making your way over to him. The headpiece weighs down on your already exhausted neck. “Thank you, the headpiece is quite heavy though” your nose crunches up at your small complaint.

He stifles a laugh “That’s alright, you won’t have to wear it all the time. Such big jewelry should only be worn at special occasions” you nod your head, or at least you try to. “Y/N, could you do me a favor?” you hum “Of course” “Please take care of Jungkook, he needs someone to talk to. His brothers don’t seem fit for that job” you nod. “I’ll try”

xxxxx

So here you are, in front of his parents and his six brothers, well not all six. Two are missing. All of them are way taller than you imagined them to be. His mother is the smallest, smaller than you. And his father is a tad bit smaller than the boys behind him, yet he looks like a king. The posture and the way he introduces himself to you makes it obvious that he was king a while ago.

“My name is Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, your majesty” you bow lowly, as low as Yonghee had shown you. “Oh dear, you don’t have to bow to us. I’m not king anymore” you shake your head in disagreement. “I have to, you are Seokjin's family.” You try in their language.

Yonghee taught you the best he could during your months-long trip back to Seokjin’s land. “That’s very kind of you, Y/N. This is my wife Juhyun, and my name is Hyunsuk. I’m pleased to take you in as my daughter-in-law” you bow once again, making sure to bow to his mother once again. You catch her look, the hatred in her eyes.

His brothers introduce themselves as well before Seokjin snatches you away, taking you to his bedchambers. “She hates me” you sigh. “What are you talking about?” You sit yourself on the bed, trying to wiggle the big head piece out of your hair. “Your mother, she despises me and I can’t get this thing out of my hair” you cry out in frustration.

“Don’t think about her too much. She’s just cautious, after what happened with Eunbi. Let me help you” he tries to calm you. “But you didn’t see her eyes. She would’ve stabbed me right then and there if she had the chance to” you sigh.

His big hand finds its way onto your cheek. “Y/N, stop. She won’t ever hurt you. As long as you’ll stay loyal to me, you won’t be in danger.” His words calm you, to some extent.The fact that he’s willing to protect you even though he’s not in love with you is nice, it feels very nice.

xxxxx

“Why do I have to meet her?” You sigh as a maid helps you into a lighter piece of clothing. “Because she wants to get to know her daughter-in-law. Just drink some tea, answer her questions and you’re good to go.” Your nose crunches up in displeasure. Meeting his mother for tea or rather for interrogation is the cherry on top. She might just kill you and call it an accident.

“You won’t have to stay too long, I want you to meet my youngest brothers. Jimin and Jungkook are coming home from war and Taehyung will present his newest paintings tonight. I want you to be on good terms with them.” You nod and squeeze his hand.

He rubs your palm “You’ll be fine”

Two very friendly guards escort you to the small pavilion on the other side of the palace.

“There you are, take a seat” his mother, Juhyun smiles at you. It’s a fake smile, you’re sure. “I prepared some green tea, it helps your metabolism. You should slim down a little, right” you blink in irritation.

It’s not even been two minutes and this woman is testing your patience. “You won’t want Seokjin to fall back on his concubines, right?” She smiles, once again making you puke deep inside. “Ah, yes.” You huff.

Why is she so keen on making you upset, god. “How old are you, child?” She asks after she pours you some tea. “I’m twenty one” she nods her head, her eyebrows twitching slightly “You’re quite young, dear. You’ll have to give birth to a lot of sons.” You nod your head. “I’ll try my best to reward Seokjin with sons”

She gives you a small smile “Of course you will” she mumbles, clear for your ears to hear. “So, how much do you know about our disappointment of a former queen?” your head shoots up. “Seokjin told me about her, tragic.” her eyebrows furrow and she places the cup of tea down. “He told you himself?” you nod, trying not to chuckle because of her obvious irritation. “He did, he wanted me to know what happened to her.” she hums, making you more uncomfortable than before.

“I’m really sorry about what happened. Having to lose someone a part of the family is horrible.” you place your cup down as well. “Oh don’t act like you care, Eunbi has always been and would have always been the wrong pick for my son. I’m quite glad she got herself killed. I would have hung her myself if my youngest son wouldn’t have survived.” she chuckles and you divert your gaze from the woman in front of you. The water lilies swim peacefully in the crystal clear water, wanting you to be a part of them. Having all the time in the world to relax and be left alone. You would like this woman to leave you alone.

“Child, did you hear me?” your eyes wander to her again. Of course you didn’t hear her. “Excuse me, I didn’t, I’m sorry” you sigh. This tea party is taking way too long, where are you, Seokjin? In your mind you plead for Seokjin to show up and snatch you away. “Great, you aren’t a good listener either. You know, when you want to be the queen of this land, you have to be good at listening to peopl-”Mother, excuse me”

Your eyes widen at the voice you waited so patiently to fill this pavilion. “I’m sorry that i have to break your conversation apart, but i would like to take my fiance with me” he smiles at his mother and you’re quick to get up. A quick bow and you almost drag Seokjin with you.

“Slow down, my love. You look as if you’re trying to escape something” he chuckles. He’s playing with you. Of course he knows that you wanted to escape from his mother as soon as possible. “Oh you don’t know, she’s horrible.” he frowns slightly as he takes your hand in his.

“I know, she didn’t treat Eunbi nice either. I’m sorry that she criticised you. Meeting her has to happen out of decency.” you nod and lower your head. “What did she say?” he asks.

His face looks concerned, your cheeks heat up. “Well, nothing serious” you mumble. He stops walking, pulling you towards him. You look up at him as his features grow angry “As my wife you have to be honest with me, weather i like what you have to tell me or not”

A small sigh leaves your lips as you flutter your eyelashes. “She told me to lose weight or you’ll leave me for one of your concubines.” “What else?” You can’t meet his eyes, you’re too embarrassed. “She doubted my ability to give birth to sons. She acted dismissive as i assured her that i’ll try my best to give birth to your sons.” now it is his turn to sigh.

His big hand finds its way to the back of your neck. “Listen to me, you aren’t too heavy in any way. You’re the right size, you match me perfectly. And you don’t have to worry about not being able to give birth to sons. I’m very much able to put perfect children in there” his hand rests on your stomach. “Don’t doubt me, Y/N” he breathes.

You feel hot, so damn hot you might melt. “I would never” you mumble. His lips are so close. Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes as he moves closer. And in a matter of seconds your lips meet his, igniting a firework in the pits of your stomach. They are so soft as your lips move against his, something you never felt.

“Emper-excuse me” a guard stumbles back around the corner as he sees what is happening. Seokjin pulls away, making you close your eyes and replaying the moment he kissed you. “What, I can't have a moment of peace in this palace.” he grasps your waist as the guard comes back around. “Prince Jimin and Prince Jungkook have arrived-”Good, tell them to come to the crown hall.” he bows his head once more. “That’s the issue, Emperor. Prince Jungkook is greatly injured. Prince Jimin brought him to the nobel healer.” Seokjin tenses up and you are quick to grasp his hand.

“He fights in my war and comes home half dead, this boy.” Seokjin squeezes your hand and sighs once more as he pulls you along.

“Let’s meet my brothers”

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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🎲 🍀 WHAT’S YOUR BET? 🍀 🎲

Prompt: Y/N is lucky enough to have her man Roman at home for a few days, but she sees her luck start to change once she has a video game to overshadow and only a pair of dice as her allies.

Word count: Girl, grab a snack..Longer than it should

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, smut, cursing, masturbation(male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), thigh riding, sex dice.

My Roman’s lovers: @ziasaph, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: It’s Roman y’all, that’s all I’m gonna say on my defense! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Ro, how long more are you gonna stay playing that damn thing?”

“Just give me 10 more minutes babe, if I drop it now, my team is gonna loose” He said with his eyes glued on the TV.

“You’ve said that 10 minutes ago!Every damn time is this bullshit. I swear to you that some day I’m gonna toss that thing on fire!”

“I love you too babygirl” He blowed me a kiss without taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Argh” I let out a frustrated groan and went up the stairs to our bedroom.

Roman was home, on one of his very rare days off, and instead of being together making up for the time he was on the road, he’s been glued on that fucking video game of his with his cousins!

Generally I don’t mind him playing that boring thing, sometimes I even encourage him to play because I know how much he likes it and it’s sort of relaxing activity for him. But damn! He’s been home for two days now and I didn’t get not even one bit of love since he got here! I’m frustrated, upset and horny which is a quite deadly combination for anyone, really.

Is it too much to ask for a day with the man that you love, who’s been on the road for 3 weeks straight, for some quality couple time ALONE? I miss my man! I miss being in his arms, I miss kissing him, I miss the make out sessions, I miss the sex (heavily), I just want some dick damn it! His dick, buried deep inside of me! Ok I over shared, but I’m an adult woman with needs and I want my boyfriend to fulfill those needs! Am I the only one who thinks I’m not asking for too much?! Usually I don’t mind taking care of business with my own hands, but he’s home now, and I don’t want the battery operated fake one if I have the real one right there, on the living room, playing video games!

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw a little pastel pink bag with a huge bright pink bow on the floor near the wardrobe.

*Oh Amber’s bachelorette party gift. I never got to look at what she gave us...I remember she said some of those things were old but gold..*

I sat on the bed and placed the little bag on it, I opened and started to dig into it, removing item by item.

There was penis shaped pasta “Maybe I should cook that for dinner” I laughed to myself.

Some edible panties “Damn it Amber, that’s so 80’s girl!” I chuckled.

A beautiful purple lingerie set

“Uh, those are nice! And looks expensive too” I looked at the tag and was shocked by not only the price (salty as fuck) but also to see that it’s the correct size “How on earth did she knew that?!”

Lumberjack porn, in DVD! “Yep, definitely stuck in the 80’s! Oh well, old but gold she said, she didn’t lied tho” I cackled

Strawberry and chocolate edible lube. I opened the cap, squirted some out and gave it a lick. I was actually surprised how good that actually tasted!

And last but not least the most old but gold items of all time: A Pair Of Sex Dice!

I took it out of the package and red the words. On one dice there were actions “Lick, Bite, Kiss..” and on the other one were body parts “Lips, Thigh, Neck..” on both dice however, there was a question mark, which indicated that the person could choose the action or body part.

As I hold the dice in my hand an idea roamed my head.. *Oh baby, since you like to play so much, let’s see what you will think of my little game...* I thought to myself as I made my way downstairs to the living room.

I could see that he, obviously, continued with his eyes glued on the damn TV. So I made my way towards the couch and stopped a few inches away from him.

“Roman?”

“Son of a bitch! You killed OUR guy Jay! He was on our team, you fucker!”

*Of course he didn’t listen to me* I thought

“Roman?” I almost yelled

“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m gonna wrap it up in 15 minutes, I promi- What the fuck? Pay attention man! He almost killed you!” He yelled on the headset’s microfone.

“Would you like to play a game with me?” I asked

“Sure thing baby, just let me finish this level ok?”

“But I wanted to play now..”

“Huh...Why don’t you go on and I’ll be right behind you in a second” He ferociously tapped the buttons of that cursed thing, without even once looking at me.

“Oh well since you don’t wanna play with me...I’ll find someone else to play with, I guess..” With that I threw the pair of dice at him and it landed on his face before hitting the coffee table.

“Fuck babe! Why did you do that for?” He looked down to see what I had thrown at him. “Dice? What is-“ he stopped once he saw the sayings on it and looked up with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, so I finally get you to look at me for the first time in those two days huh?” I said with a bitter tone. He chose to ignore me and asked.

“Was is this?”

“The game I wanted to play with you, but since you’re so focused on your own little game, I’ll go find someone else...who actually wants to play with me.”

I turned around and was walking towards the stairs when he said.

“Oh, I’ll be damned if you play this with someone other than me!”

I turned around just in time to see him desperately take off the headset, turn off the TV, the PlayStation and walk towards me with the dice in hand.

“So baby girl, where do you wanna play?”

“Here” I turned and made my way back to the large couch. He followed and sit down beside me.

“How you wanna do this babe?” He asked with a mischievous smirk

“We’ll take turns, each one will have 60 seconds to do the action, the first one to call for mercy loses”

“Ok, and what does the winner gets?”

“Whatever she”

“Or he” he smiled

“I wouldn’t bet that sweetheart! Whatever SHE wants”

“Are you really that certain you’re going to win kitten?”

“Absolutely!” I proudly smiled

“We’ll see about that baby girl..”

“Who should start?”

“Please baby, ladies first!”

“What a gentleman huh?!” I scoffed

Before I could throw the dice, he leaned forward and said with a deep, low voice.

“Just remember baby girl, all’s fair in love and war” he then proceeded to maliciously wink at me. And he knew the effect that had on me, the fucker was going to play dirty! Well, bring it on then!

“Oh you’re so gonna regret that Reigns!” He just lightly chuckled at me as a response.

I threw the dice on the coffee table and looked at the results.

“Kiss, Lips. Ok that’s a soft start” I said as I made my way closer to him. I kneeled on the couch, in front of him, set the timer for 60 seconds and pressed play to start the countdown. I threw my arms around his neck and gave light pecks on his lips to tease him, when his arms locked around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest I deepened the kiss, he opened his mouth so my tongue could pass through, which it happily did. He groaned into the kiss and tried to move me closer so I could straddle his hips...buzz buzz.

The timer went off and I reluctantly pulled away, returning to my previous place on the couch. When I looked at Roman he had a famished look on his face.

“Your turn Reigns”

He took the dice and toss it on the table without breaking our gaze. Once the dice fell into the table he took a peek at it and smiled amused with what he got.

“Bite, Neck. Oh baby girl, this is going to be interesting..”

*Fuck! You have got to be kidding me! As if I wasn’t sexually frustrated enough!* I thought. If there was one thing that could turn me on in mere seconds was anything neck related. Specially if Roman was the one doing it!

“Come here baby” He patted his lap

I straddle his hips, sitting on his hardening bulge. He pulled my hair to the opposite side of my neck and hold it there to keep it in place.

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start and he leaned forward towards my neck. He started by lightly biting at the base of my neck and made his way torturously slow up. Once I felt his beard scratch my neck I couldn’t help but moan softly. I could feel him smile against my skin, then his biting became slightly rougher, his beard scratching harder, and successfully wetting my panties. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore of that teasing the timer went off and he lightly pushed me out of his (now very hard) bulge.

“Are you ok baby girl? You look a little flushed over there” He chuckled

“Shut up Reigns! Two can play that game, you know that right?” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh feisty” He mocked me “Give me your best shot kitten!”

I rolled the dice.

“Uh! It looks like I’m in luck.” The dice stopped at ‘Thigh’ and a ‘question mark’.

“Let’s see what you’ve got baby” He lazily smiled

I made my way to his thigh and thought of how I could give myself some temporary relief, when an idea crossed my mind.

I sat down on his thigh, in a riding position, and pressed start on the timer. I begin to ride his thigh first at a slow pace that firmly started to increase it. The friction between his thick jean clad thigh and the thin material of my shorts and lace panties created was perfect.

I looked into his eyes and could see how he was trying to hold himself from griping my hips. I could see his jaw was clenched and he was harder than ever as his erection pressed agonizingly against the zipper of his pants. My breathing became shallowed and I managed to get at least some relief before the timer went off.

I returned to my original place on the couch looked into his eyes and asked

“Want some mercy Reigns?” I cackled

He just stared at me before saying in a frustrated voice

“You know that was a low play you just did, right?”

“What? You were the one who started this with the neck teasing. I just went with the flow, you said yourself all’s fair in love and war, I’m just following your lead.”

He tossed the dice quite furiously at the table, once he saw the outcome he couldn’t help but evilly grin at me.

“Lick, question mark. What word do you think I should put on that question mark, huh baby girl?”

“Roman, don’t you dare!”

He crawled towards me like a predator to it’s prey.

“Pull your shorts down baby” He whispered

“Roman, you’re playing dirty right now”

He reached me and whispered in a low voice.

“Take off your shorts now or I’ll have no problem in ripping them off ya.”

I lowered my shorts to my ankles, Roman then took it on his hand and toss it behind his shoulder. He grabbed my thighs and opened them so he could place himself between it, once he did, he pulled my soaked panties to the side looked up to meet my gaze before saying

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start on the timer at the same time he buried his face between my thighs.

He licked non stop from my entrance to my clit, once he was satisfied with that he begin a sweet torture of licking, sucking and biting my clit, until he had me a moaning mess.

Just when I was close to my release, the timer went off.

Roman groans in frustration and reluctantly get up. He goes back to his place looks at me and say

“Mercy?”

“You wish Reigns” I rolled the dice, and saw a quite fun combination

“Touch, question mark... Oh isn’t revenge a bitch, Reigns?” I laughed

“You know that if you touch my dick I’m gonna cum in less than 60 seconds, right?”

“Well, you can hold it”

“Oh no baby I cannot! I’m so rock hard ever since you rode my thigh, and as if I wasn’t turned on already, eating you out made it even worst! I’m about to explode at any minute now! So just know that, if you touch my dick, the way you always do, I’m 100% gonna cum.”

I reached him and once again straddle his thigh, I leaned to his ear and whispered

“Start the timer big dog”

“You really gonna do this, huh?” He asked breathless

“I’ll take a lucky shot babe”

He pressed start on the timer. I pulled his zipper down and opened the button of his jeans, I reached my hand inside his boxers grabbed his delicious hard on and pulled free.

The head of his cock had a thick bead of precum and I used as lube to slowly stroke his dick. I needed him to be more slippery to stroke as I wanted to, so without thinking twice I let go of his boner and with that hand I touched my pussy to collect some of my own wetness, so I could stoke him the way he like it. Once he saw what I just did Roman groaned loud.

I removed my hand from my panties, and grabbed his cock again stroking at a slow pace but with a tight grip. The mixture of both of our wetness made it perfectly lubed up to give him a pleasurable handjob.

The timer went off and I was about to remove my hand when he barked at me

“Don’t you fucking dare to remove your hand!”

“But the time is up” I batted my lashes innocently

“I don’t give a fuck about the timer or this stupid game! I call for mercy”

My eyes widened in shock, Roman was always so incredibly competitive, he hated to lose, even at the most stupid things. So him just giving up was a sign that the man was crazily turned on.

“Really?”

“Really kitten! I don’t give a fuck if this means that you’re wining, the only thing that I want right now, is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock”

I was already so turned on from those 3 weeks build up, that I just got up from the couch to remove my panties, straddle his hips and positioned his cock at my entrance.

Roman pushed himself in quite forcefully and gave me no time to adjust to him.

He pounded merciless against me and we both filled the living room with loud raw moans.

I placed my arms around his neck and he locked my waist with his arms in a ferocious grip as we roughly kissed.

Our pleasure was so strong that I came with an almost scream and him with an inhuman growl.

As we tried to catch our breaths, he stroked from my ass cheeks to my thighs and I nuzzled against his neck, before looking up and say

“Isn’t my game way more fun than yours?”

“No doubt baby girl! I could never disagree on that!” He chuckled

“Does that mean that I can stop to dispute you with your cousins and that damn video game every time you come home?” I made a poorly job at hiding how hurt I was, so of course he noticed

“Oh kitten, I’m sorry! It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to dispute me with anything or anyone. I was so caught up on the simple pleasure of having some time off that I didn’t realize I was neglecting you baby. I love you, and you’re the most important thing in my life! I’m sorry to make you feel that way baby girl, I promise you that from now one you’ll never see me playing games when I’m home ok?”

“I don’t want you to stop playing your video games, I know how much you like it, it’s just...I don’t wanna feel like you’re eagerly coming home just to play video games all day long.. I wanted you to eagerly come home so we could be together, than after that to play your video game.”

“And that’s exactly how I feel baby! I just did a very poor job at showing to you, but”

He got up from the couch, with me still attached to his hip.

“Don’t you worry kitten, I’m about to show you just how much you mean to me”

He then made his way upstairs to our bedroom, tossed me onto the bed and said.

“Spread your legs baby girl” As he leaned his head down...

Oh boy, I could’ve never been happier to bet all my cards on those dice.

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Ateez reacting to someone flirting with their s/o

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 14k.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

You were struggling with the 2 heavy packs of water you were carrying. The manager kindly asked you to bring some so the members could drink after their performance. It wasn’t your role to do this, but everyone seemed in rush today. You almost tripped because of the pack on your left hand, but fortunately someone came to help you. “Got you,” said a boy that you never saw before. You hesitated to let him carry the pack, but he saw your expression and claimed: “I’m the new back up dancer. It’s my first promotion with the boys today.” He simply introduced. “Ah!” You finally said. “I heard that someone was joining the team today. Nice to meet you.” You smiled warmly at him. Finally, he managed to carry the 2 packs for you. A bit awkwardly you tried to talk with him. “So… are you excited? It’s your first stage.” “A bit nervous too.” He admitted. “You are going to do well.” You tried to reassure him. He smiled back at you. “I think that talking with you helped a lot already.” “Really?” You asked. “I mean... it’s nice but we barely talked.” “I guess that you have this effect on me.” “She has this effect on everyone.”

You almost gasped by surprise. You were not expecting to see your boyfriend right behind you. “Why do you look at me like that?” He asked you. “I thought you were getting ready for your performance.” You raised a brow. He ignored your assumptions and stared at the new back up dancer. “Did she told you that we were dating?” He asked out of nowhere. “Hongjoong!” “Thanks to the look on your face I think she didn’t.” He concluded. “What are you doing? You said it should be a secret or whatever.” You whispered. “Secret or not, he was flirting with you and I don’t like that at all.” “I wasn’t.” Hongjoong scoffed. He wasn’t stupid. He was trying to act nice with you and compliment you a bit, thinking that you would fall for him. “Okay whatever,” he started. “Thanks for the water, see you on stage, right?” He patted his back a bit too hardly before holding your hand and heading backstage. “What was that?” You grunted. “I can’t even count how many times I told you that you are mine. Even if no one knows it yet.” He claimed, tightening his grip on your hand, but not too strongly.

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa was looking at the scene in front of him. You were talking with the waiter about the special meal. You kindly asked if coriander was inside, but you ended talking about visiting Asian countries. “South Korea is fun to live! But I would like to go in Thailand.” You replied. “Oh I went there too!” He giggled. “People are so nice there I almost felt like home.” Seonghwa coughed, trying to get your attention back. In vain, the waiter was already asking you another question. For sure now, your boyfriend knew that this man was flirting with you. And shamelessly in front of him. He didn’t want to act like the jealous boyfriend once again. Then he stayed quiet. Finally 10 minutes later after that this annoying waiter went to the kitchen to get your order, you focused back on Seonghwa. “He’s nice huh?” You smiled. “I have new ideas for our upcoming vacations now.” Seonghwa nodded and focused back on his phone. “Are you okay? It’s unusual for you to be quiet.” “I’m good.” You raised a brow but didn’t say anything. If he has something to tell he would tell it sooner than you think. The waiter came back with the entries and as expected, he engaged a new conversation. Seonghwa was burning inside. There’s not a torture he didn’t imagine doing to this guy. “So I think I could get 2 tickets for-” “Excuse me,” apologized your boyfriend. You both stared at him. “Can’t you see that I’m trying to get a lovely moment with my girlfriend?” He insisted on the possessive pronoun. “Babe.” You kicked him gently under the table. “I would appreciate if you could just take our order and leave.” He added, smirking a little bit. You facepalmed loudly at the scene. “Sure.” Simply replied the waiter. “Thank you.” Just when he was about to leave the table, he asked: “Wait! One more thing...” “Seonghwa...” you whispered angrily. “Can you ask this cool and nice old lady to serve us?” “Sure.” “Finally we are in the same page.” He smiled. You just wanted to hide in a hole and stay there till the closure of the restaurant. Seonghwa sipped happily his drink. “So, how was your day?”

YUNHO

Yunho is funny. He’s probably the funniest guy you know. But right now, he wasn’t laughing at all. This “ridiculous” skater, (that was his word) was telling all the jokes he had for sure. It’s been almost 10 minutes that you were laughing nonstop because of him. Even crying of laughter. Yunho isn’t the jealous boyfriend type. He doesn’t have any problem with you having boys friends or being close to them. He was trusting you so much that the idea of cheating on him never came to his mind. But nobody was allowed to make you laugh like that, except him. “Y/N,” he called you, trying to make him leave. “Y/N?” Repeated the skater boy. “That’s your name?” You nodded, “it is.” “That’s so pretty!” Yunho sighed. This boy was determined. “Ah thank you,” you smiled. “I think your smile is prettier.” He declared. Yunho stepped in front of you. “Hello.” He smiled too. “Hello?” You wanted to step on the side but Yunho kept you behind him. “How my smile is?” He asked. “Excuse me?” “You told that her smile was pretty. So how’s mine?” “Yunho...” you whispered behind him. “It’s okay I guess...” replied the boy, a bit confused. “Oh just okay?” “There’s plenty things which are just ‘okay’ in this world.” He replied. “Oh really? Then I have a question for you.” You poked your boyfriend waist to make him turn around, but he seemed to not feeling anything. “Is it ‘okay’,” he insisted on the last word. “To flirt with a girl just in front… but like REALLY in front,” he pointed at his chest, “of her boyfriend?” The skater boy went paler than 2 seconds ago. You smiled shyly behind your boyfriend. “I didn’t know she was-” Yunho laughed at him. But you could feel it was a fake one. “You are so funny! We are walking hand in hand, but you think we are just friends?” He wiped his non-existent tears off his eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-” “Yes you shouldn’t. Now go back to your friends.” He almost ordered angrily. The boy went to his friend as fast as he could. “Babe...” you pinched his arm. “Aaah,” he sighed in relief. “It feels so good!”

YEOSANG

You were paired with a guy who was in the same lesson than you. You needed to send an assignment about Egypt and Pyramids. Sometimes he invited you in his dorm and sometimes it was in yours. It could be weird to think this way when a man and a woman are in the same little room, but you didn’t think this way. Anyway, you were dating Yeosang so you didn’t care about him. But your boyfriend didn’t see this the same way as you. When you told him that you were studying with a guy in your room, he thought he made a quick CVA. He simply texted you back “Ah okay, have fun” and that’s everything you heard from him today. Just when you were about to finish the 2nd part of your assignement, Yeosang opened the door loudly. “Y- what are you doing? You scared me!” He didn’t reply, he was gazing the whole room around. Especially the unknown boy next to you. He needed to admit that he was handsome, but he would never say it out loud. “Yeosang? I’m talking to you.” You tried to catch his attention back. “Snacks.” He simply replied before sitting between you and your lesson partner. “Snacks?” You repeated. “I think he wants to bring some snacks so we can study well.” Replied your partner, smiling a bit. “Damn it…This boy has a nice smile too...” whispered Yeosang. You kicked his waist. “Y/N? What about you bring snacks for us?” almost ordered your boyfriend. “I’m studying...” “I can buy some if you want. What’s your favorite Y/N?” He asked, smiling widely at you. “Huh? I don��t know... I love salty things.” “Your taste is incredible,” he giggled. “Y/N go buy some for us. I need to talk with him a little bit.” Said Yeosang, a deadly stare on his face. You growled and stood up. When you left, these 2 boys were like playing a glaring contest. None of them wanted to break it like it means that the winner will get you. “You like her huh?” Asked Yeosang, not even blinking. “Is it obvious?” The other boy smirked. “She’s my girlfriend so don’t think about her in any. kind. of. way.” “Ooh... you are the jealous type? Poor little boy.” Yeosang scoffed and instantly grabbed his collar. “Don’t dare to flirt with her.” He threatened him. “I forgot my walle-“ You stopped few seconds at the scene in front of you. When you gain back your mind, you ran to your boyfriend and slapped his hands until he removes his grip from your partner. “Are you crazy!” “It’s okay Y/N.” “I’m so sorry. I think we should stop for today okay?” You said, a bit worried for your boyfriend. You never saw him this way. “Good idea.” Muttered Yeosang. When the boy left, still smirking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but to ask what happened. Without hesitating, Yeosang told you the truth and that he was about to kick his face because he hated the look on his face. You knew that your boyfriend was jealous, as almost everyone but he you never thought he would be so aggressive, for you. Useless to say that you liked that. A lot.

SAN

“So we are trying to gain signatures so we could feed a bunch of kids who are starving right now in the entire world.” Resumed the boy from the worldwide association. “Wow this is really nice. Where I need to sign?” You asked, ready to save few children. “There.” He pointed at the paper sheet and handed the pen to you. “Thank you so much, it means a lot for me.” San lifted his eyebrows. Was this comment necessary? “With your signature I can sleep well knowing that someone is eating well somewhere.” You couldn’t help but to smile knowing that you made a really good action. “It’s okay. I think everyone should sign this so we could have a better world.” You added. “I think you are the first one today to be so intellectual and who understands correctly what we are doing.” San rolled his eyes; he was really trying to be nice with you. “Should I sign too?” Interrupted San. “Sure! You should do it!” You smiled at your boyfriend. “You are going to sleep really well tonight huh?” Smirked San, trying to destabilize him a bit. “Yes thank you.” He replied. “We are all trying to do something for the world-” “Ah? You are a part of an association?” He instinctively stared at you even if San was the only one talking. “Not me but him yes.” You scratched your head embarrassed. “But I will do better!” The boy giggled at you. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, it’s okay. At least you are donating and it’s already a big thing.” Your boyfriend coughed loudly, gaining your attention back. “Oh? Are you okay?” You patted his back. He nodded, “yes I just chocked by how his flirts’ skills sucks.” You looked at the boy to see if he heard what your boyfriend said and seems that he did. The look on his face was between being outraged to trying to run away because someone noticed that his flirting skills wasn’t really good. “San, just sign this and let’s go home.” You put the pen in your boyfriend’s hand. Everyone stayed quiet. Too ashamed or shy to add something. When San signed the petition, you waved at the boy and pulled your boyfriend back in the crowd. “If I can say just by seeing the vein in your nape, you might be a little bit mad.” He declared. “If I can say just by hearing you telling him he had bad flirt skills, you were a little jealous.” You growled.

MINGI

One of your friends invited you to come at a bar to celebrate her birthday party. Of course, you accepted, you even found one of the best gifts for her. But instead of going there alone, you asked your boyfriend to come with you. No need to tell him twice, Mingi is always down to have fun with you. But right now, sitting on the chair just next to you, he wasn’t enjoying the night at all. He wasn’t the only man here, it was okay, he thought he could talk to him when you will be chilling with your friend. But instead, he was secretly dreaming to kidnap him in the first car he would find and to bring him out of the city. At first, everyone was talking peacefully. Until one of your friends asked which type of girl Mingi liked. You instantly replied. “A funny girl. If Mingi doesn’t laugh at least 2 times a day, it means that he had a bad day.” He was happy that you noticed this little detail of him. “Oh then you won’t be sad at all with Y/N.” Added this boy. “What does it mean?” Asked Mingi. “She’s one of the funniest girl I know and I just know her since 1 hour.” He admitted. “Yes she is. I am lucky to have her.” All your friends cringed at how kitschy it sounded but you felt happy to know that Mingi was grateful to have you in his life. But you noticed that he insisted on the pronoun. “Do you know why Y/N is MY girlfriend?” He asked out of nowhere. “Hum I don’t think you mentioned this today.” “Let me tell you why Y/N is MY girlfriend.” He insisted. You held his hand, “come on babe. You don’t need to bother him with that huh?” “Okay okay... just in case I wanted to make sure that he knows you are MINE.” He almost yelled the last word. “I think the other table knows it now.” You said, mentioning that he was a bit too loud. Your boyfriend smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You didn’t know it but when you weren’t watching, he sent deadly stare to this man. “I think your boyfriend doesn’t like me,” whispered the boy right at your ear. “I-” “Hey,” stopped Mingi, “We are in the middle of a pandemic. Social distance yourself from her.” He warned him, squeezing you a bit, his arm still around your shoulders. It was the last time he talked to you. And it’s probably for this reason that he suddenly left the bar, pretexting to not feeling well.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung almost begged you to work out together. He was really determined to gain some muscles and abs, especially for the incoming comeback and he wanted to share this kind of moment with you. “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this...” you grunted. “Come on, it’s going to be fun.” He said, entering the gym room. Just by seeing all these tortures machines you wanted to run back home. “I’ll try to lift some weight. Is there something you want to do?” You shrugged, “no idea. I don’t where I want to start.” “That’s why I am here!” Clapped a man coming behind you. Wooyoung raised his eyebrow. He hated the fact that this man was talking to you. It also felt like he was a tiny bug next to him. “I’m Tony. The coach of this gym room.” He handed his hand to greet you. “Oh nice to meet you.” You greeted him back. “I just heard that you were a bit lost. It’s your first time here?” You nodded. “Then do you want to gain weight or lose it? Even if you look good right now!” You almost chocked with your saliva at this sudden compliment. You were not expecting this at all. “So?” He smiled. “Just gain strength,” you shyly replied. “Okay I’ll help you with that.” Before showing you a machine or a weight to lift, he stared at Wooyoung, still standing there next to you. “Do you need advice too?” “No I’m fine.” He replied coldly. “Okay then let’s go...” “Y/N.” You finished his sentence. “Oh, that’s pretty.” “Okay… you know what babe?” Asked Wooyoung, putting down the weight he was holding. “Let’s go back home.” “What? But you begged me to come here and you want to leave now?” You said, completely pissed. You left your comfy seat on the couch for him. “Exactly,” he said, pulling you out of the room by yours hand. “That was nice to meet you Tony!” You waved politely before following your boyfriend. You did like you ignored what happened but seems like that Wooyoung’s jealousy would be more helpful to avoid workout exercises.

JONGHO

20 minutes. Twenty minutes that this supposed real estate agent was flirting with you. Since she was the only one who was selling your dream apartment, you needed to agree and nod at everything she was saying. You were totally aware that she was flirting with you, but you ignored if your boyfriend, sitting just next to you, was aware of this. “So what about we finally talk about your dream apartment? That’s why you came to see me right?” She smiled brightly at you. “Yes,” you smiled shyly. “We really fell in love with this apartment and even the whole street.” “Yes, that’s a really nice corner. There’s a bunch of new and young people who are moving here. Seems like Seoul is too noisy sometimes.” “Yes sometimes it is.” Affirmed Jongho, entering the conversation after 20 minutes of silence. “Maybe I should buy a flat there too.” She winked at you. You saw Jongho’s fist clenching on his lap. “I’m sure you are living in a good apartment right now!” You tried to dissuade her. She lifted her eyebrow, probably a bit frustrated or mad that you reject her. “I mean, you are a real estate agent, of course you live somewhere nice!” You added, embarrassed. “And you are here to give us the best of the best.” Added your boyfriend. “That’s your baseline.” “Right.” She admitted coldly. You exchanged a quick glance with Jongho. He was losing his patience. “Mrs. Y/L/N. What do you pr-” “Oh come on!” Growled Jongho. You both stared at him. “Something’s wrong?” “I will live in this apartment too you know. You are barely talking to me!” He pointed at him. “I know you like her but sorry she’s taken, and we want this apartment as fast as possible thanks.” The look on her face gave you goosebumps. You were doomed. “And if we don’t have this apartment just because she’s taken, I will contact your boss.” He added seriously. The real estate agent rolled her eyes. Not even scared of her boss but now at least she was focusing a lot more on the apartment.

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