#i love drama so long as im not involved in it

[luvmist]

I WONT SAY (IM IN LOVE) 1 · جونغكوك

‘no man is worth the aggravation, that’s ancient history been there, done that!’ oh but who do you think you’re kidding?

wc: 9,126

pairing: fem reader x hero jeon jeongguk

genre: smut, romance, angst, humour, drama, hercules au, fantasy au, grumpy x sunshine, forbidden romance

warnings: v self indulgent fic based on my fav song of all time.

an: my debut is here, how daunting. sm stuff in the works but i decided to just bite the bullet + start posting in hopes to gain some traction. so hi guys, im nani and im new to writing. gen hope u enjoy cuz putting myself out there is insanely scary. much more 2 come unless this flops in which case i will be crawling back into the hole from which i came. pls reblog if ud like. and pls leave some constructive criticism, ive never written before lol. srry if this is ass. still finding my rhythm as a writer.

“get off me you salivating little salamander!” you screamed, nessus’ hands wrapped tight around your waist as you thrashed about in his determined grip.

“oh, cmon, sweetheart. all i want is a little kiss” his disgustingly gravelly voice turns even more sinister, “besides. who was it wanting a favour, huh?” his hands squeeze your torso even tighter as he leans in. “cut it out, fish-lips.” you snap back, fingers clawing at his enormous arms. his laughter boomed across the swamp, raising you higher in the air. “oh i like ‘em firey!” he laughed with ecstatic perversion. you struggled against his hold, contorting your face in utter disgust at his proximity.

“now, now. let’s play fair. ill make nice with your boss, if you make nice with me.” he grinned.

“keep your mangy mouth away from mine—“ you began, kicking at his chest. but the brute persisted anyway, pulling you down towards him until you could feel his rancid breath fanning over your face. you shuddered.

“drop her.” said a sudden voice.

nessus halted his actions, holding you mid-air as both he and you turn your heads simultaneously.

the voice belonged to a man, a tall, lean man. standing proud in the the water below you. you knew who this was, how could you not? you were working for sedah, after all.

jeon jeongguk. athens’ beloved saviour and number one hero — a ‘prodigy of justice plucked from the masses,’ they called him. and, as it so happens. your boss’ life-long obsession and entirely one sided arch-nemesis. you hadn’t had any direct involvement in any of the orchestrated schemes sedah had constructed specifically to kill jeongguk — not that any of them had worked, anyway. but oh yes, you knew who this was. however, nessus seemed not to.

“keep moving, squirt. you’re interrupting my playtime.” scoffed nessus, a cocky smirk now covering his revolting face. he was much, much bigger than jeongguk and clearly was living under the misapprehension that he had the upper hand here. you knew better.

“looks more like a harassment case from where im standing.” answered jeongguk, clenching his jaw.

you didnt have time for this pissing contest, you had work to do. part of that was getting nessus to pledge allegiance to sedahs’ cause in preparation for the uprising. so you decide to interrupt them both, “he’s right, junior. get lost.”

nessus looks at you with the most surprised expression you’ve ever seen on any man’s face in all grecian history, eyebrows raising so high they almost disappear into his nonexistent hairline — this is quickly replaced by deluded smugness.

jeongguk’s face, on the other hand, turns into a portrayal of utter confusion. wonderboy clearly wasn’t used to being turned down. “b-but aren’t you a damsel in distress?” he stammered out, looking up at you with wide doe eyes. cute. you’d never seen him up close before. athens’ number one hero stutters, huh?

“im a damsel” — you struggled against nessus’ grasp again, “im in distress” — you stretched yourself further “i can handle it.” — you looked up at him with a smirk of your own. “have a nice day” you smiled, brushing a strand of wet hair away from your cheek. jeongguk was dumbfounded.

“ha!” spat nessus. you scowled at him. pompous ass. “you heard the lady, pipsqueak. now scram.” he laughed.

jeongguks turned his gaze from you to him, his eyes going from wide genuineness to narrow disdain. “listen here, you overgrown, balding hippogriff. if i see a beleaguered woman i have a responsibility to intervene.”

“what if you see a woman dying of boredom from watching a wimpy male turf war, what then?” you mutter under your breath, your elbow now on nessus’ hands as you rest your cheek into your own palm. jeongguk turns his eyes to you for a split second to furrow his brows in indignant disbelief. as if to say, ‘really?’

you keep your stern eyes on him and answer with a bored nod. as if to say, ‘really.’

unfortunately nessus decides to interject into your silent conversation, “well i dont really see what you can do about either of those scenarios, puny boy.” you raised your eyebrows in mild amusement. who’da thunk nessus had a word as big as ‘scenario’ lurking inside is hollow noggin?

jeongguk however, was not amused.

“did you just. call me. puny.” he gritted out. oh, brother.

it happened fast — jeongguks clenched fist colliding with nessus’ face, sending the colossal monster plummeting back through the swamp at least a hundred yards. having released you from his clutches during, you were falling quickly through the air. but you never hit the water, jeongguk caught you seconds before. strong hands supporting your thighs as you coughed into his chest from the shock. you knew he was strong, inhumanly so — you’d heard the stories of his performances through the nearby city, and knew the reason behind his superstrength, even though he didnt know it himself. but actually seeing it in person, that close, well. it was glorious, and fucking impressive. maybe all those fawning girls at his feet weren’t so laughable, after all. your friends being a few of them. you felt yourself being placed gently on one of the rocks by the swamps aperture.

“gee miss, im really sorry. that was dumb.” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

you pull your wet hair in half to reveal your now recomposed face, “yeah.” you deadpan. another interaction was short-lived, as both of you became privy to the sound of nessus’ hooves furiously galloping back through the water towards you.

jeongguk gave you a shy smile and held up a finger, excusing himself by mouthing ‘one minute.’ before turning around.

you furrow your eyebrows in amusement, straining some more murky water out of your locks as you watch the fight.

“now that’s what im talking about, kid! aha!” said a new voice next to you, you turned to your left, a satyr. god. haven’t you dealt with enough bald hoofed men for one day?

you keep your eyes on the fight in front of you, “so wonderboy is actually for real, then.” you say, mostly to yourself. “what are you talkin’ about? a’course, he’s for real!” says the satyr, tone and demeanour becoming suggestive after he gets a better look at you, “and by the way, sweetcheeks, im real too. the names jyp.” he sits his compressed little half-man body onto your lap and puckers up his lips, giving you a racy wink.

“ugh.” you snub, shoving him off into the water.

jeongguk and nessus seemed to be busy still, until jeongguk lands a tremendous punch under nessus’ chin, sending him flying up and away until he was nothing but a blue little blip in the sky. he laughed in triumph and ran his way back up through the bog towards the satyr — or jyp, whatever his name was.

“hell yeah! you see that, j?” celebrated jeongguk, clapping his wet hands and grinning as he shook water out of his sandals.

“alright, reign it in, rookie. you almost slumped it by getting distracted by that gammy doll-face over there.” spat jyp, hoisting himself up and pulling a flapping fish out his horns. that ‘gammy doll-face’ clearly being you, but you paid it no mind. more concerned with your drenched skirts. still, you listened a little further to the conversation happening a few feet away from you. curious about the strange dynamic between jeongguk and the satyr, who seemed to be his…. coach. or at least an authority figure in one way or another. this little imp was lecturing athens’ number one hero. seriously?

“you can get away with mistakes like those in the minor decathlons, but this is the big leagues! we’re in thebes now.” scolded jyp.

“at least i beat him, didnt i?” jeongguk groaned.

“that’s not the point, kid. you stalled. next time dont let your guard down because of a pair of big goo-goo eyes!” jyps’ naked head was so red you could’ve fried an egg on it. he kept at it, droning on about training and rules and a disciplined approach. you stopped listening after that. letting out a sigh, you got yourself off the rock and made your way to river bank, leaning down gather some clean water into your palms. but you couldn’t help but gaze back at jeongguk who was still being reprimanded by the goat. you watch as jeongguks face goes from attentive to distracted and awe-struck as he meets your stare, and suddenly — much to jyps angered indignance — he starts walking towards you. his manner completely dazed. an extreme contrast to his previous confident violence towards the swamp centaur nessus. was he always so gentle outside of combat? either way, his disorientation seemed to be strong given he walked past his pegasus, ignoring the high-five it had held out to him to make his way to you. now both the pegasus and jyp were seething. you stifled a laugh and turned away.

it wasn’t long before you heard his timid voice behind you, “a-are you alright miss—“

“yn. yn ln. and you are?”

“y- uh, well. m-“ he laughs nervously,

“they didnt give you a name with all those rippling pectorals?” you look down at his abs and back up at him.

“h- no! ah, jeongguk! my name is jeongguk. jeon jeongguk” he managed to get out, rubbing his bashful face with his calloused palm.

“i like the name jeongguk” you nod, popping a dimple.

he blushed at that. hard.

“sh- oh, wow. huh. th-ank. uh, ha” he muttered looking down.

“are you always this articulate?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. what you really wanted to ask was ‘why are you behaving like a crushing schoolgirl when you have every girl in athens at your feet, famous boy?’

“thank you. fuck, i meant to say thank you.” he let out, big bunny teeth biting down on his bottom lip. sweet.

you sit back down and start fiddling with the strap of your dress.

jeongguk clearly didnt want the conversation to end there though, given he was lingering, rocking back and forth on his feet like a toddler about to ask his mummy for a lollipop. “so uh- how, how’d you get mixed up with that pinhead?” he asks, referring to nessus.

you obviously cant tell the truth so you plaster on an unbothered smile and told yet another, plausible and evasive lie. this has become something you’ve had to do several times a day for almost two years now. you were not only good at it, you were accustomed to it. so why the odd twinge of guilt?

“well, you know how men are. they think ‘no’ means ‘yes’ and ‘get lost’ means ‘take me, im yours’,” you answered, and then added “present company included.” for good measure.

he didnt like that.

“i think you mean excluded.” quips jeongguk.

“nope. told you to get lost too, didnt i?”

“w-well, yes.” he starts, embarrassed again, “but i can’t not help if i see someone in need, that’s just who i am.” he states somewhat confidently. his demeanour switches straight back to shy after he’s met with your unimpressed stance, arms folded across your chest.

“that’s alright, shorty—“ you nod your head at jyp, “—can explain the concept of rejection to ya later.”

jyp basically growls at that, glaring up at you.

by the way the sun is sitting in the sky you can already tell you’re late, sedah said not more than an hour to complete the nessus task. you’d wasted enough time already. “well thanks for everything, jeon. its been a real slice.” you give him a mock salute as you turn away.

“wait! can we give you a ride?” asks jeongguk, almost desperately. little sucker wanted you to stick around so badly, and for what?

there was no need to make up an excuse for all that, though. his pegasus snorted before pouncing up into the tree above, neighing at you very matter-of-factly.

“i dont think your pinto likes me very much.” you laugh.

“pff! bam? dont be silly! he’d be more than happy to—“ jeongguk never got to finish that sentence, bam having dropped an apple onto his head before whistling away to himself in faux-innocence as jeongguk rubbed his head.

you actually laughed at that. you might actually like this horse. but you had to get rid of wonderboy, “ill be alright. im a big, tough girl. i tie my own sandals and everything.” you tell him, giving his broad chest a small punch. “bye, bye wonderboy.” you give him one last look, he towered over you with the softest, most entranced expression. “b-bye” he sighed.

you dont turn back as you walk off but you can hear tiny bits of the dialogue between jeongguk and jyp that’s happening —

“woah, she’s something isnt she?” jeongguk, enamoured.

“oh, yeah, yeah. something. a real pain in the patella!” jyp, absolutely livid.

you get too far and the voices die out after that, but you allow yourself a little snicker. shame that wonderboys’ time will be over soon enough once sedah eventually manages to make it happen, cause he’s actually kinda nice. all the same, you cant let yourself dwell. good people die all the time. that’s the way things are. so you fix your face back to indifference and make your way to the part of the forest where the sun doesn’t shine. you have a very painful meeting to get to.

reaching the dark forest you knew he’d be there waiting for you. sedah. your boss, or rather — the man who owns you, and spends every waking moment deriving sick satisfaction from reminding you of that fact. you saw a swirl of smoke, before you saw it morph back into an arm. and there he was, leaning spitefully against a tree.

but his smirk quickly turned into a scowl, “why are you alone?” he barked, “where’s the swamp centaur?”

“i gave it my best shot but he made me an offer i had to refuse.” you state, pursing your lips and looking away.

his smoke swirled again and came flowing from him to your chin, with it he tilted it up and brought your body floating towards him, a habit of his.

“yn, my little flower, my little vixen, my little puppet. what exactly happened here? i thought you were gonna persuade the swamp guardian to join my side for the uprising, and here i am sorta swamp guardianless,” he grumbled, voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery. “so i think instead of subtracting two years from your sentence, im gonna add two on.” he went on, faux-nonchalance encasing his every word. this was his favourite game, giving you impossible tasks and then adding time to your sentence, which was now standing at 36 long years. this came as no shock, given you had spent 2 years under his tyrannical enslavement already and were familiar with his merciless manner.

“you enjoying this, huh, puppet? you know if i didnt know any better, id say you really dont try hard enough to earn your freedom,” — now he was in the mood to taunt you, his temper festering under his fabricated cool exterior — “i mean, as i recall, you did sell me your soul so willingly. oh, how sweetly you begged me. all to save your poor boyfriends life. and how’d that go again, im a little fuzzy on the details, remind me? no? no matter. i think i remember, ah yes,”

“enough.” you interrupt, not wanting painful reminders of your shadowed past and your ex lovers’ betrayal which got you into this predicament in the first place.

“look it wasn’t my fault, ok? it was your wonderboy hercules.” you defended. this seemed to get his attention.

dropping you from his smoke he stood, eyes fixed, mouth open, sharp teeth almost chattering in outrage.

“he’s here? in thebes now? that little mutt left athens and now he’s trying to become the number one hero in the country!”

“seems so. fighting crime, that’s for sure. guess he’s putting your plan in action before you could.”

sedah takes a moment to compose himself. “well, well then. i guess we’ll have to speed up his elimination process—“

“the one you’ve been trying to get done since he started?” you interrupt, taking your own turn to taunt.

sedah’s scowl was chilling. “yes, the very one. but this time we have him in the city. and ill be there to supervise, so todays the day we correct this egregious complication. instead of relying on my inefficient connections in athens.”

“you won’t beat him easily, sedah. boys a hunk.”

“i’ve heard the stories.”

“they dont do him justice. i saw it in action myself, today.”

“yn, yn, yn. now, don’t tell me you’re sweet on him?”

“dont be daft. he sauntered about with his innocent farm boy act but i could see through that in a minute.”

sedah was clever, but he was also ill-tempered and impulsive. he wasn’t heeding your warnings, more preoccupied with his malicious teasing. but you were telling the truth. the poison potion pain and panic — sedahs henchmen, had bottled jeongguk with when he was only a baby, the one that backfired and gave him godly strength — it was beyond anything you’d ever imagined. no matter how wild and exaggerated you had allowed your visions to go when you’d heard the tales. truly, they didn’t come close.

“i have something no mortal man can withstand up my sleeve,” sedah promised, “and this time. no foul-ups.”

the city of thebes. bustling, grimey and downright unsalvegable. nicknamed the city of turmoil. you made your way to the city center, your orders were simple. find jeongguk, lure him to the gorge. upon his last breath, you’d be free.

you only had to look for the biggest crowd of doting fans and there he was, right in the middle. in his element. charming smile adorning his feautures as he greeted and grinned, shaking hands and signing urns. letting little boys sit on bams’ back and doing reps with young, giggling women as they hung from his bicep. must be nice to be so loveable, you thought for a second. then you quickly swatted that away. remembering what people are, and how little their love truly means.

you gasped a few times, and ran a hand through your hair, trying to make yourself look breathy and tired from the running you hadn’t done. its go time.

when you were within range you quickened your pace and started shouting, “help! help! somebody, please help!”

his head turned instantly. eyes morphing into crazed worry and recognition. “yn!” he yelled, jogging to meet you halfway. so the little chuck remembered your name and everything. you almost felt bad, here he was gripping your arms with all the care and attention in the world, unbeknownst to the fact that you were leading him straight to his death.

“oh, jeongguk! thank god. you have to help me,” you exclaim, putting on your best desperate expression.

“yn? what is it, what’s wrong?” he demands, big hands coming to hold your waist as you pretended to feel faint.

“there’s been a terrible accident! right across town, two little boys they were playing in the gorge. there was this rockslide, a terrible rockslide. they’re trapped!” you rush out, panicking as best you could.

it was like a switch went off, his eyes narrowed, his shoulders stiffened. the same switch you had seen in the swamp. “im on it,” he said, the crowd around gushing praises and anecdotes of his bravery, everyone dashing in the direction of the gorge. the citizens of thebes clearly giddy with anticipation to see jeongguks heroic performance for the first time. he was moving fast too, about to climb onto bam who’d doubtlessly have him by the gorge in a matter of seconds. but he broke his focus, for the tiniest of moments, turned his head back to you, softened his gaze into the most tender look you’d ever seen any human give another. he whispered “its good to see you.” giving your cheek a small peck. you didnt have time to process or react, before you could so much as open your mouth, he had mounted bam and was off and away. civilians chasing after him on foot on their way to the gorge.

you were left in the center, alone. with nothing but silence and a heavy heart. you’re doing this for your freedom. you told yourself. but your hard heart softened regardless, you stood and looked at the fountain. you allowed yourself a true moment of atonement. you had just played a major role in ridding the nation of a hero, from his warm, giving hands you were placing everyone into the claws of an evil man, who’s reign will bespeak an eon of terror. you stare at your reflection in the fountain. you touch the part of your cheek he kissed and allowed a single tear to flow down your face. “im free,” you murmured. “its over, now. im free.”

that night you slept in your own bed, not returning to sedahs’ crypt. it was a tiny, rented shack in the woods. but your own nonetheless. you heard the rain pitter-pattering outside the window before you opened your eyes. so thick with sleep, you couldn’t understand why you had woken up so early given your exhaustion, the rain surely wasn’t loud enough for that. you waited a second more and you heard something else, a rapping against your door. an intentional, conscious action. ah. rubbing your eyes you rose and made your way to answer it, must be the neighbours. but before you could reach for the doorknob the rapping halted abruptly, and something was slipped under the door. you picked it up, a copy of this mornings paper.

your eyes widened in disbelief. no. it cant be, its impossible! the dragon had regenerating heads, for fucks sake!

but yes, there it was. clear as day. an article on jeongguks monumental success yesterday in the gorge. he was alive, your heart began to race, thundering against your ribcage. he was alive. he won. he made it. you turned the paper over, there in black, scratchy handwriting was the aftermath of the news you were stunned to hear —

“BOYS ALIVE. DEALS OFF, BABE. MEET ME IN MY LAIR IN A HALF-HOUR, AND MAKE HASTE. IVE GOT A NEW PLAN.”

you gripped the paper so hard your nails dug through it. no. this wasn’t the deal, you’d done your part. you got him to the gorge, didn’t you? this couldn’t be happening. you were back in sedahs slimey possession after not even a day. you fell to your knees and wept, but only for a time. you hadn’t long to pull on your frock and meet him. you knew better than to be defiant, sedahs temper was especially supple after a defeat. you had a sickly feeling dancing about inside you. what could he possibly want from you now?

“so, what’s the plan?” you muttered in disinterest, staring hard at the rain pouring outside.

“yn, yn. my mangy little muttercup, always so……aloof,” taunted sedah.

you found your jaw jerking on its own from impatience, vexation and strong homicidal desire. your back was turned, facing the window you kept your eyes trained steady on the trees, the droplets of former rain slipping down the leaves. arms crossed, and very still.

“would’ya look at me,” he taunts again, “would’ya?” the sly, conniving, smirk in his voice was so evident it made you heave dryly before you turned around.

“there’s my girl!” he slams his hands against the desk. black, beady eyes sparkling with scorn.

“did you or did you not call me here to go over the plan?” you huffed.

“so serious. always so, so. serious.” sedah kicks his feet up onto his desk and stretches, hands behind his head. sick. fucking, smirk. widening. “loosen up, my lugubriousness! todays the first say of the rest of our lives. well, my life.” chuffed, he was.

you kept your face very still.

“alright fine, fine, i get it, tutz. we’ll get to it.” he takes his feet of the table and leans forward.

“you wanna start by giving me the outline?” you jabbed,

“the outline? babycakes, you don’t take jeon jeongguk down with an outline! don’t be demented. what i have is a masterplan.” every spiked tooth showed in his dark mouth.

“god, you’re obsessed.”

“with taking my place as greece’s mogul and ridding the world of a do-gooding toddler with a sleeve of tattoos? you bet i am.”

“well? what’s this masterplan then?”

sedah stands, in a few short strides right in front of you, but he doesn’t speak immediately. instead, he begins pacing. slowly, around you — like a shark circling its prey. you hold your breath.

you can tell he’s in the mood to vent, and he does just that: “you know, i know, i mean, let’s face it, we all know its been a long time comin’ it has. meddling, magnifying, manipulating, maximising! ha! but todays the day. see now, i was sulking last night — after he tore out my dragons heart that is, then this morning when the grecian paper published that preposterous article claiming jeon jeongguk to be the best hero our century has ever seen. and in my festering heart i saw the reality of it all, we dont need another monster, or another scheme. we just need to find his weakness. i mean, i’ve been going about it all wrong. silly of me, really.”

“none of this has anything to do with me, sedah.” you retort.

“see now, that’s where you’re wrong, puppet. you know i was gonna let you off the hook, really i was. til panic let me in one a little secret i deem irrefutably useful.

“yeah, what’s that?” you snapped.

“your little act last night in the square — dazzling exhibition, by the way — and the itsy bitsy kiss our loverboy left on your little cheek.”

your mouth fell open. shit. panic had seen that?

“holding out on me, are we? you could’ve told me wonderboy melts for you, but you didn’t. why’s that?” sedah was seething, he wrapped a hand around your throat and got closer.

he leaned right into your ear, “enough curveballs. he seems to be immune to them, now, we’re gonna throw the right set of curves at him.” his hand glided down to your hips and you tried to calm your erratic breathing. you could tell he was smiling despite the fact that your eyes were closed and he was standing behind you.

“this wasn’t the deal!” you sputtered, “you have no claim on me anymore. you said if i lead him to the gorge you’d free me,” tears threatened to break free from your eyes.

he tightened his grip of your throat, “did i, sweetheart? or did i say your freedom would come with jeongguks last breath?” you felt your stomach drop. “fellas still breathing.” he released your neck. you gasped, frantically bringing your hands to your aching throat.

“get me that weakness, yn.”

jeongguk was distracted, to say the least. he was missing his shots during training, chewing his lunch with his mouth open and found staring at nothing in particular repeatedly. his mind was full of you. he just couldn’t help it. you were so pretty. so pretty and so guarded. but why? what was hiding behind those big, brown eyes that seemed to be glossed over in a shield of your own making. he found himself missing you, so badly he couldn’t focus. every ounce of mental energy zeroing-in on trying with all his might to replicate your voice in his head perfectly, just so he could hear it again. having been a hero for a good couple of months now after leaving his home-town, he’d met plenty of girls, and after spending the entirety of his childhood and adolescence as the outcast no one wanted to talk to yeah, he allowed himself the indulgence of being with a few, now that he could. but woah, he’d never felt like this. since the minute he’d seen you in that swamp its like his every emotion and thought depended on you. he wanted you. craved you. needed to know everything that was lurking behind that flippant facade. then he thought he’d never see you again, until you showed up in the square. you, that violet frock. those dark locks, cascading down your back. you looked so scared, so needy. so beautiful. entirely disparate to the disposition you’d had only hours prior. and in that moment the only thing that mattered in the world to him was fixing whatever was making you feel that way. then he had the kids in the gorge to tend to, he knew he had to go. this is what he did, and they needed him. but god, how he wanted to stay with you then. feel your skin and hold you close. he told himself he’d see you when he was done. surely, you’d come to the gorge to watch like every other civilian. but if you did, he couldn’t find you after, no matter how much he looked — which was no easy feat given he was surrounded by the masses celebrating him and dragging him from one feast to the next which he tried to politely excuse himself from with little success. where were you? hours went by. he went back to the fountain in the city center and stared at the water for a while. he didn’t know why. just hoping you’d show. why didn’t you come? didn’t you want to see him after he defeated the dragon and saved the two little boys from the boulder? did you stay to watch and then leave after? how could you leave, was he not clear? did you think he kissed every girl he’d met briefly in passing just once before on the cheek? he meant it as a demonstration, he hoped you’d understand. he was reaching for you, putting the ball in your court. but maybe he was kidding himself. maybe there was no court, maybe you didn’t care enough for there to be one. plausibile, you were basically strangers. and you were a withdrawn, detached, gorgeous one.

yeah, you probably didn’t care. didn’t like him. didn’t think of him. didn’t feel anything when you looked at him at all. he cant recall a single moment of his first interaction with you where you displayed any emotion other than brazen boredom. that’s why the second time meant so much more to him, because you were animated, actually displaying some kind of sentiment. there was a strange tugging in jeongguks subconscious that told him the display had something disingenuous about it, but he pushed that thought away. jeongguk believed people, that’s who he was. he trusted and had faith in others. jeongguk didn’t have much experience with feelings, or women — but how was it possible that you possessed his every waking thought and you could feel nothing at all for him? he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. he knew, rationally, that he should…. but he couldn’t. jeongguk thinks he’d give anything to see you again, even if it was just for a minute. as badly as he wanted you in every way imaginable, he’d settle for a sixty a second interaction in which you insult him again like you did last time. jeongguk thinks of your silhouette, the way it moves — cautious, poised and casual all at once. its like you had built a cast around yourself, enclosing your true essence in relaxed exchanges. what were you hiding? he found himself thinking of you as a treasure chest pretending to be an open book. dismissing anyone who got near with your natural, informalities. but my god, you made him nervous. when you were around it waslike the air around him twisted itself around his lungs when he inhaled. like something was clenching his heart, hard enough to draw blood from the muscle. and he was better for it, happier for it. giddy and tense, his body was weightless and immobilised all at once. and his cheeks hurt like hell from the sheer level of smiling he couldn’t seem to stop doing. even when you caught him out, made fun of him. and when bam dropped that apple on his head and you laughed for the first time, a real laugh. true and girlishy sweet. yet another small smile creeps onto his face. smart mouth. smart girl. pretty girl. pretty girl with a smart mouth he wants to smother with his own lest he—

“oi. earth to jeon. earth to jeon!” yelled jyp waving his little hands and stomping his hooves.

“huh, what?” jeongguk seemed to be snagged out of his trance.

“what is the matta’ with you, kid? d’you hear anythin’ i just said?”

“uh, yeah. fff… yeah.”

jyp rolled his eyes, “at one ya got a meeting with king aegues. he’s got a problem with his stables. at two, ya gotta get a girdle from some amazons, at two thirty ya got—“

“alright, alright. i get the picture. full day, same shit.”

“well that doesn’t exactly sound like the attitude i was lookin’ for, dummy. wasgoin’ on with you, anyway?”

“nothing.” muttered jeongguk, letting his arms go limp.

jyp narrowed his eyes and let that sit a moment, then he was laughing.

“hah? what’s so funny?” jeongguk let a slight, confused smile break out on his face.

“you’re thinkin’ of someone with long eyelashes,”

“what!”

“oh yeah, yeah yeah, kid. dont deny it. blushin,’ gushin,’ barley eatin.’ i seen this before. hell, i been there myself more than a few times. its a girl, huh?” jyp couldn’t hide his amusement, “which one?”

“there’s no girl.”

“oh, sure, sure. and im six feet tall.”

“shut up.”

“not so friendly, huh? you must really like her.”

“what do i have at three?”

“defensive and evasive. you’re in love, chum.”

“whatever.”

they go over the schedule, sign some urns and then jyp takes begins to his leave — jeongguk has an hour or so of down time before his day gets busy. but just as he was about to let him get to it jeongguk stops him,

“hey, j?”

he turns around, “yeah, kid?”

“how do you know if you’re in love or not?”

“you just know, champ.”

your hands were shaking, your breath was shallow. you were beyond nervous, you had past the brink of nerves and fallen headlong into trepidation. to make matters worse, you couldn’t figure out why.

why had you become this jittering mess? all the high-strung tension of total defeat that had poisoned your blood-stream so long ago, the very same wounds you had absolved yourself of by giving up on the idea that change was possible, that good could come from others — the wounds you thought you had silenced from accepting that fact, the ones you thought you had ended, well, they seemed to be alive and well. flailing inside you erratically, and what’s more, is that they seemed to be completely outraged. but why now? this wasn’t your first rodeo, you had completed an innumerable amount of tasks for sedah, many of which involved utilising your skills of seductive flirtation to beckon men into divulging comprising and incriminating information. you knew how to make a man vulnerable, how to open him up and have him bare himself to you raw, all while remaining coy and inclosed within your own protection. many of these tasks had resulted in the death and demise of innocent men, and you’d trained yourself to exhaustion to forget self-sacrificial tendencies and ideations, and do what you must to earn your freedom. after all, self-sacrifice and the deluded misapprehension you used to live under, that any good could come from putting anything — or, anyone — ahead of yourself was the very reason you had sold your soul to sedah in the first place. the very reason for torturous incarceration which seemed to have no end whatsoever. you thought of jeongguk, just for a minute you let yourself wonder about those big, pure eyes. like a puppy.

like something you could never bring yourself to loathe or resent. but you must. you must or you’ll find yourself gasping for breath under sedah’s oppression forevermore. tomorrow was day one, day one of the task, day one of the nine days sedah had granted you to complete your mission. nine days, you had nine sunsets to get close to jeongguk, find his weakness, thereby allowing sedah to end his life, and issue his uprising on the tenth sunrise. you remembered his words now, clear as glass,

“by the last light on the ninth sunset, should jeongguk still be breathing,”

“you’ll make my sentence permanent, i know.”

“oh no, puppet. you won’t just be my slave for the rest of your days. ill kill you.”

[iloveotters2000]

Still constantly overwhelmed, but I'm getting professional help, which is nice and leaves me hopeful. Maybe it'll give me the energy to maintain my friendships again because I have been self-isolating more and more frequently.

I still miss seeing her sometimes, but it's more the concept of her I think. And the concept of someone who understands me deeply. Someone who feels the same emotional turbulence. She's hurt me though by (I feel) distancing herself, cancelling activities last minute, making me feel like I'm not important (which was even more present when we were dating and everything went south). I still like her as a person, but because she struggles w the same exact issues it is hard to get a sense of security and safety in our relationship...it's also hard to maintain boundaries when we were once closer than just friends.... It's not a very healthy dynamic, although I don't want to admit it and I especially don't want to lose her....

[likeumeanit9497]

metal | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n got a few new piercings, and when her best friend matt asks to see them, she can't say no

warnings: smut; unprotected p in v (bad); oral (fem receiving); masturbation (m/f); phone sex; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hiii guys. i feel like tumblr's flakiest writer ever coming back on here every few weeks with a one-shot and telling u all im gonna be more consistent but then just not being consistent at all. i just started a new college program and it is taking up so (!!!!) much of my time, so ive been barely able to put any time towards writing for funsies. soooo it might take me a couple weeks to put out one shots (sad) while im in this program, but i swear im doing the best i can. i appreciate u all so so so so much, but matt girls this one is for u <33

With a sigh of relief, I crawled into bed. It was late, and I was exhausted after a long day of dealing with family shit. The only thing that got me through my day listening to my dead-beat father come up with yet another excuse on why he no-showed at my birthday dinner was the promise that, at the end of the day, I would be able to curl up in bed and forget all of my problems. Now that time had come, and I couldn’t wait to turn on some trashy reality TV show and lose myself in their cushioned world for a little while.

Just as I started the show, I felt my phone vibrate beside me. For just a moment I was filled with dread — thinking that I would be once again pulled back into the drama that was my father — but once I saw the name at the top of my screen, I felt my body relax. Matt was calling.

Matt was my best friend, and he had been for years. Him and I met on the first day of school freshman year, and immediately became inseparable. He was the only person in my life who I ever felt comfortable around enough to truly open up to about my problems. There really wasn’t much in my life that he didn’t know, so of course I had told him last night that I was going to see my father, and of course that was why he was calling. Annoyingly, I felt a smile creep up on my face. I hated that I loved how involved he got with my problems; as if they were his own. I would never admit this to anyone, but it really helped because it made me feel less alone.

“Hey you.” I greeted him after accepting the call. “Hey Y/n.” His voice sounded familiar in my ear, and already it calmed the sea of bad thoughts crashing in my mind. “How did today go?” He asked, keeping his tone light. I knew though that if I could see his face, there would be faint lines of concern etched in his forehead. I sighed. “Exactly like I knew it would. He gave me an insincere apology and weak excuse the way he always does.” Matt stayed silent on the other side of the call, allowing me the time to tell him as much as I wanted. His soft breathing through the speaker, however, comforted me and let me know that he was listening.

“He smelled like a distillery and couldn’t stop slurring his words, yet he was still trying to tell me that he hadn’t drank all week.” I heard my voice weaken, and I hated that I felt a lump forming in my throat over the situation. I hated that I cared, and I definitely didn’t want anyone to know that I did; even Matt. But of course, he knew anyways. I heard an empathetic sigh through the phone. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” I rolled my eyes, doing everything I could to keep the tears from falling. “It’s whatever. It’s not like I’m really losing much, but I did tell him that I’m done for good.” I forced my words to come out smooth, like I didn’t care. And I didn’t, not really.

“That must have been really hard, Y/n. I’m really sorry.” Matt’s words were sincere, and they caused the lump in my throat to grow even bigger. I forced out a laugh to keep my other emotions at bay. “Don’t be sorry. It’s better this way. Maybe now I can finally have peace in my crazy life.” There was silence on the line, and I knew it was because Matt wanted me to go deeper about my feelings, but I couldn’t handle much more tonight.

“Anyways,” I started, blinking away my tears and plastering a corny smile on my face as if Matt could even see it, “How have you been? We haven’t talked much over the past week.” At the change of subject, Matt picked up on my disinterest in the topic of my father, and like the best friend he is, transitioned into our new topic smoothly. “I’ve been good, been working a lot but it’s been on exciting things. What have you been up to? You know, besides today?” I chuckled softly.

“Honestly not much besides work. My boss has been really stressed out since the end of last quarter so I’ve been coming into the office early and staying well past five every day.” I paused, staring up at my ceiling trying to think if there was anything exciting I could tell Matt. Suddenly, I remembered that there actually was something that I had done that was more interesting than just working late all week. “Oh! I also got some new piercings last week.” It was Matt’s turn to chuckle.

“Y/n, how the fuck did you fit more piercings on your body?” I laughed. He was right, both of my ears were filled with every piercing imaginable, and I also had my nose, tongue, and belly button pierced. I had already told him that I would never get anymore facial piercings, and I certainly didn’t have much room on my ears to get more, so I understood his confusion entirely. “Do you want to guess where they are?” I teased, feeling relieved to have something to talk about that didn’t make be absolutely miserable for once. “Sure,” I heard what sounded like a blanket rubbing against the speaker, and I assumed that Matt was now getting comfortable in bed, also seemingly enjoying the light-hearted conversation, “But can I get some hints?”

“Sure,” I replied, “You can ask me three questions.” I heard him smile through the phone. “Okay…” There was a pause as he came up with his first question. “How many did you get?” Without hesitation, I was able to respond. “I got three.” There was another pause, and then. “Are two of them a part of a pair?” I laughed at Matt’s not-so-subtle guess. I had told him months ago that I had been wanting to get a certain pair of piercings for a while, and I knew he was thinking of that exact conversation. “Yes they are.” I replied, and there was a dramatic gasp on the line. “Ouch, you actually got your nipples pierced?” His voice was laced with playful concern, and something else. Intrigue?

“Okay okay, you got two out of the three. One more question left.” I encouraged him. If he was shocked about my nipple piercings, I couldn’t wait to hear his reaction to the third. He was silent again for a moment, surely confused by the third piercing. Nipple piercings weren’t that outlandish for me, and he knew that, but this last one is sure to blow his mind. “Oh god, I don’t know. Is it another body piercing?” His tone sounded so helpless, and I knew he really didn’t have a clue. “It is, yes.” I did my best to contain my laughter at this point, not wanting to give it away.

“Is it a second belly button piercing?” The guess was weak, and by the tone of his voice he knew it. “Nope.” I replied, biting my nails in anticipation. He was once again silent on the phone, and I knew he was officially running out of ideas. After a moment, I decided to give him one last hint. “Think lower.”

A new silence poured from the phone. Before, there was the silence of deep thought. Now, there was a heavier silence that let me know he finally put it together in his head. Below your belly button, there aren’t many places you can get pierced. He knew that just as much as I did. But I didn’t know if his silence meant he was just shocked, or if he was genuinely disappointed in me. For the first time since becoming friends with Matt, I felt nervous that maybe I had gone too far.

“You’re serious?” He asked, finally breaking his silence, and I couldn’t help but release a short, nervous laugh. “Yeah. Why? Did I just delve too far into the daddy-issues stereotype?” I tried to keep my tone humorous, but inside I was actually worried that was true. Did he think I was weird now? Or did the fact that I had a piece of metal pierced atop my bundle of nerves immediately turn me into some dirty whore in his eyes?

“No! Jesus, no Y/n.” His rushed words put a pause on my spiralling thoughts, and I felt myself relax slightly. “It’s just,” In that moment, I wished that I could see his face. At least then I would have better odds of being able to read him instead of just waiting helplessly on the other side of the phone. He was struggling to find the words he wanted to say, and in my mind that meant he was getting ready to give me some sort of lecture. It wasn’t something that he was in the habit of doing, but I had also never done anything as shocking as this before. I began to prepare myself for this lecture, and come up with explanations and excuses for what I had done, when his hesitant words stopped me in my tracks.

“Can I see them?”

I stared at my phone for a second, unsure if I was just hearing things. “You want to see them?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking, for clarification’s sake. I was shocked. Even with how close Matt and I are, we had never ever seen each other naked. In fact, there had been no physical intimacy between us other than platonic cuddles every once in a while. I would be lying, though, if I denied ever having moments of weakness. There had been times, when we would have sleepovers after tough days and the heat of Matt’s comforting body pressed against me, where I had wanted to throw all logic aside and press my lips to his. But I never would have done it. Matt wasn’t exactly known for his boldness, and I feared that my bad habit of being spontaneous would absolutely destroy our friendship. But now, he had me questioning all of that.

“I’m curious.” He replied, his tone nonchalant. I still couldn’t tell if he was being serious, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Just as I was about to tell him to stop fucking around, my screen lit up with a Facetime call from Matt. My stomach did a flip. “You gonna pick up?” His voice made me jump, but I cleared my throat and hit accept.

Suddenly, Matt’s face filled my screen. He was in his bed, the only light in his room seeming to come from a faint source; likely his computer screen. His face was so familiar, and the smile he sent me so comforting, that I immediately felt more at ease than I felt before. “Hey.” He said gently, and I laughed at the ridiculousness of this moment. “Hey” I replied before shifting my position in bed nervously. “So you were serious?” I asked awkwardly, and he nodded. “If you’re okay with it, obviously.” I took a deep breath. I was okay with it, of course, but it was just so out of the norm for us that I felt shell shocked.

“I’ll show you nipples first.” I said, sitting up in my bed before grabbing the bottom hem of my oversized t-shirt. I positioned my phone in front of my still-clothed chest, and watched his face on the screen. He laid naturally in bed, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but the way his dilated blue eyes were glued to the screen I could tell that he was feeling the same kind of anticipation that I was. Slowly, I finally lifted my shirt up over my chest; allowing him a full view of my new piercings.

I intentionally left the shirt up to block my own vision, because I couldn’t handle watching him stare at my tits for the first time. In the dark, all I heard was silence for what felt like forever, and I got worried that I had somehow lost him. Cautiously, I pulled my t-shirt away from my eyes, and glanced at him on the screen. He was staring intently; I could see his eyes move from one tit to the other every few seconds, and there was a slight grin across his face. “Wow.” He said finally, still taking them in. “Those are sick piercings.” I stifled a laugh at the fact that he was still trying to act like it was all just about the piercings, and that there weren’t two tits attached to the metal. “Thanks.” I replied, a small chuckle still evident in my voice.

I allowed him a few more seconds of shameless staring before speaking again. “You ready for the third?” I watched as he blinked a few times and took a deep breath. “I can’t wait.” He replied, causing my stomach to do another flip. I brought the phone back up to my face as I laid back down, smiling at him nervously as I pulled my comforter off my lower body. I was only wearing a pair of panties, so I already felt shy when I positioned my phone in between my legs. I used the front camera still, hoping that it would allow him a better view, but hated that you could still see the lower part of my face.

Matt hadn’t moved in his bed since I looked at him last. In fact, it almost looked like his image was frozen. His eyes were still glued to the screen, and he seemed to be barely blinking; as if he was scared that if he did, he would miss it entirely. “Okay, ready?” I asked, using the hand that wasn’t holding the phone steady to grab onto the side of my panties. Even in the almost-dark of his room, I could see him gulp before nodding his head. “Ready.” He replied.

Slowly, I hooked a finger under my panties, and pulled them to the side. In the blink of an eye, all of me had been revealed to Matt through a screen inches away from my core. My eyes veered back and forth from myself in the phone and Matt’s expression. I could see the shiny metal glitter against my pink clit, and watched as Matt visibly struggled to keep his composure. Neither of us spoke for a moment, and I felt myself begin to tremble under his shameless stare. I grew nervous, then, that my body would begin to give away how suddenly aroused I became under his eyes. My core was flooding with heat, and I knew that I was beginning to grow slick with my wetness.

“Does it hurt?” He finally spoke, but his voice had changed drastically since I had last heard it. It had dropped nearly a whole octave, and there was a sort of breathlessness to it that was foreign to me. It was the voice of arousal, and that knowledge was enough to drive me crazy. “N-no, it doesn’t,” I replied, using all the strength in me to not squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the pressure flooding my core. “It’s been a week, and these sorts of piercings heal really quick surprisingly. I can touch it and everything.” My last sentence fell from my mouth thoughtlessly, and I immediately felt my cheeks grow hot at my accidental boldness. That didn’t last long, though, because Matt’s next words pulled all that heat right back to where it was before.

“So touch it then.”

It was like all the sense was knocked out of me from his words. I would have thought that my instinct would have been to laugh and roll my eyes before telling Matt to knock it off, but the seriousness of his tone, the sharp blue of his piercing eyes, and gruffness of his voice caused my brain to shut off. Immediately, my hand traveled to my bud, where I began to slowly play with the metal. Although I had been telling the truth when I told Matt that it was fully healed, I hadn’t yet touched myself in this way since getting it pierced, and the new sensation immediately sent pleasurable shock waves through my body. As I began to slowly rub my clit, the metal added a new level of pressure to the nerves that — combined with the adrenaline that came from doing this in front of my best friend for the first time — caused me to throw my head back against my pillows.

“Tell me how it feels.” Matt’s deep voice filled the space around me in a way that made me feel even more erotic, and I released a soft moan. “I-It feels good.” I replied breathlessly, my fingers beginning to move quicker as I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure. “Better than before?” His question came out slightly choppy, and through the phone speaker I heard the rhythmic shuffling of his comforter. “Y-yes. Much better.” I managed to reply, the thought of what he was doing to himself on the other side of the screen pushing me closer to the edge.

“Look at me.” He commanded, and without hesitation I lifted my head up; looking at him through the screen. He could only see the lower half of my face, but I could see all of his. As I continued toying with myself, I watched him through fluttering eyelashes. Although his face had not changed much — besides the darkening of his pupils and the faint accumulation of sweat on his brow — the repetitive movement of his bicep at the corner of the screen told me everything that I needed to know. “You look so good.” He complimented me, his voice low and gravelly. I moaned in response, rolling my hips slowly as I began to grow antsy with a need that I knew I couldn’t fulfill myself.

The pleasure was growing like a balloon deep inside of me, but my own fingers weren’t enough to reach it. Not now; not when I have a beautiful man that I trust more than anyone else watching me with that dangerously erotic gaze. Just like Matt knows everything about me, I know everything about him. And so I know that, in this moment, he wants the same thing that I do. That’s why I didn’t feel any unease or hesitation when I drew my fingers away from my clit, ran them achingly slow along the rest of my heat, and spoke.

“Please come over Matt.”

It was a request that I had made to him countless times. Those times I was usually close to tears after a long day of dealing with the shitty cards I had been handed in the family department. I needed him then, like I need him now. In those times he never ever hesitated, and this time was no different. In one swift motion, I watched through the screen as Matt lifted himself out of his bed, threw on a t-shirt, and grabbed his keys off the bedside table. “I’ll be there in ten.” Just like my request, his response was the same as always. As I told him to drive safe before hanging up the call, I felt my body vibrate in a way it never had before. I pulled my hand out of my panties and waited in desperate anticipation for the familiar sound of his car pulling into my driveway.

𓆩☆𓆪

Matt arrived at my place in eight minutes, and as soon as I saw his headlights through my window, I sprung out of bed and raced to the door. There was no nervousness, no reluctancy, no questioning whether or not we were making a big mistake; all I knew was that I needed his hands on my burning skin desperately.

I flung the door open before he even had a chance to knock, but Matt didn’t hesitate before pulling me into him and engulfing my mouth with his own. Although we had never kissed before, it wasn’t shock that I felt in that moment; it was the melting satisfaction of familiarity. I practically collapsed in his arms as his mouth moved against mine as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, and relished in the feeling of his hands travelling wildly across my aching body at last.

As he held me gently against the wall, I felt his hardened member press against my core, and I shuddered in pleasurable frustration. In that moment, I could have lost all self control — pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and slipped his cock into my aching core right then and there — if he hadn’t grabbed onto my ass and lifted me off of the ground. Without removing his lips from mine, he carried me past my entrance way and all the way into my dark bedroom as if he had memorized every square inch of my place.

As he continued to kiss me with hungry desire, he paradoxically draped my body gently against my bed. Leaning over me, his mouth refused to leave mine and his tongue begged me for entrance. I obliged, and our tongues swirled together with comfort; as if they were old friends. The sound of our heavy breathing filled my head, and I ran my hands along his body; allowing myself to feel him in a way I never had before. Each part of him felt familiar — his back, his arms, his stomach — but each new part of him I touched set off sparks of electricity under my fingertips. This was real, and this was good.

It was only after I began toying with the waistband of his pants, and he the hem of my shirt, that our lips separated and we really looked at each other since the moment he arrived. Both of our chests were heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I gazed up at his darkened eyes for what felt like forever, until a soft smile crept onto his swollen lips. “Hi.” He said, and I released a short laugh realizing that this was the first word either one of us had said to the other since hanging up the Facetime call. “Hey.” I replied, a smile matching his now etched onto my face.

“Can I take this off?” He tugged on the bottom of my t-shirt, and I nodded. “Please.” I replied, feeling no shame in my clear desperation. Matt obliged, pulling the shirt up over my head and exposing the tits he had seen on Facetime not long before. There was a pause, and for the first time since we started all this I felt briefly insecure. That is, until I looked up to his face and saw his jaw physically dropped in awe. He looked like he had fallen into some sort of trance, and mindlessly brought his two gentle hands toward my hardened, pierced nipples. He ran a soft thumb against each piercing, and I hissed at the deliciously taunting sensation.

“Do these ones hurt at all?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but his eyes never left my chest. “These ones do a little, yeah.” I replied, to which his eyes finally fluttered up to my face with slight concern. “But it’s really not that bad.” I added, reassuring him out of fear that he might suddenly not want to continue. This seemed to help, as his eyes made their way back to my chest before his body suddenly began tilting forward. He leaned above my chest, really only centimetres away, and I watched as he placed two small, unbelievably gentle kisses against each hardened nipple. The ecstasy I felt in that moment caused me to release a soft moan, and goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire, and I suddenly realized that I needed him more than ever.

As if reading my mind, his mouth then began moving slowly down my writhing body. He took his time on my sternum, then the skin below my belly button, then my hip bones, and I felt like I could explode. My hands flew to his hair and I subconsciously tugged at its base in decadent frustration. And then slowly, so, so, slowly, Matt began dragging my soaked panties down my legs. I felt like I could crumble under his gaze, but his eyes never left my newly exposed core. Blinking ever so slowly, he dropped to his knees and grabbed my shaky legs to part them. Once he did, I watched as he groaned softly at what he saw.

I knew without having to look that I was literally dripping from arousal, and that hunch was confirmed when Matt took one finger and dragged it along my slit; collecting the overabundance of fluid. He didn’t even take his eyes off of my centre, he just brought his wet finger to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it; so transfixed by what he saw in front of him that he didn’t even care to make a scene of tasting me for the first time. I had never felt more glorious than I did in that moment, and it was so overwhelming that I could have came just from sight alone.

Slowly, Matt’s mouth inched closer and closer to my clit, before he carefully wrapped his lips around it. Upon the first contact of his warm tongue playing with the cool metal of my piercing, I was hit with a powerful wave of pleasure that shook my whole body. As he picked up speed, swirling and sucking my bundle of nerves, I couldn’t control the sounds that fell from my lips. Moans of pleasure, pain, and anticipation filled the room, and they only seemed to draw similar ones from Matt.

Matt slid two fingers into me with ease, and began pumping them in and out in rhythm with the movements of his tongue. His fingers were curled up to just the place I needed them to be, and I felt what was left of my sanity begin to crumble as I approached an orgasm. The orgasm that I had been desperately needing since our Facetime call. It’s impending presence had taken control of my mind for what felt like forever, and now it was finally threatening to take control of my entire body. Yet, still, I needed more.

Quickly, before the first waves could crash, I pulled Matt’s face away. Immediately, his blissed-out expression quickly changed to one of concern, but before he had the chance to speak, my desperate voice filled the room. “Please Matt, I want to cum with you.” His features softened before understanding flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he stood up and began unzipping his pants. I waited in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as his painfully hard member sprung free from his boxers. Once he had fully discarded his clothes, he leaned down and kissed me so deeply that I saw stars. His mouth tasted like me, and I couldn’t help but slip my tongue past his lips; intoxicated by the combination of me and him on my tastebuds.

I felt his naked member press against my core and I shuddered from pure lust. I was so engulfed in the intensity that I was afraid I would fall into pieces as soon as he slid into me. Breaking the kiss, Matt straightened himself out and grabbed my legs before placing them on either side of his waist. The two pieces of us that needed each other the most right now were just inches from one another. My eyes fell between my legs, and I watched in euphoric awe as Matt grabbed his swollen member, lined it up with my centre, and slowly pushed into me. His movements were so torturously, deliciously slow, my eyes rolled and my head fell back onto the mattress.

On each slow roll of his hips, his cock slammed into my g-spot and made my vision go spotty. I held onto his flexed shoulders like I was drowning and they were my life raft, and I released harsh guttural moans each time my walls stretched; welcoming him graciously. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Matt’s raspy voice fluttered my stomach, and I opened my eyes to come face-to-face with him. He was staring down at my contorted face with a look filled with nothing but pleasure and adoration. His flushed cheeks and dark pink lips gave him a look that bordered on innocent, but there was a certain hint of hard focus in the depths of his ocean eyes that told me he was feeling as good as I was.

Each time he thrusted into me, the soft crest of his pelvis brushed ever so lightly against my new piercing; granting me a new form of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I had been told by other people that the piercing can be intense during sex, but I had underestimated just how intense it would be. I had no sense of control as Matt’s cock continued to drive into me, and I couldn’t help but vocalize how he was making me feel.

“J-just like that Matt, fuck!”

“Your c-cock fills me s-so go-od!”

“H-harder, please baby!”

At my last statement, Matt showed he was listening by suddenly slamming into me harder and faster than I had ever felt before. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist, and as I arched my back in pleasure he draped one of his arms around it and used the other to hold my jaw; brushing it lightly with his thumb to ensure me that his gentleness had not completely disappeared. His breathing quickly grew more and more rapid, and deep grunts fell from his mouth every few seconds.

I was hit with shockwaves of pleasure upon each of his thrusts, and I knew that my orgasm was closer than ever. I dug my nails into his back and tightened my legs around him in a desperate and subconscious attempt at getting as close as possible to him, and it was clear that there was no stopping the orgasm that was bubbling inside of me. “G-gonna cum Matt.” I squeaked out, rolling my hips up slightly deepen his thrusts even more. “Good girl, want me to cum with you?” His words were in my ear, and even the dampness that his mouth made against my skin added to my unraveling euphoria. Beyond the point of being able to speak correctly, I simply nodded my head frantically.

As I did, Matt released the deep moan that pushed me over the edge. My orgasm took control of every cell in my body, and I cried out in overwhelming pleasure as it tore me to shreds. I felt my body stiffen so much that I was practically lifting off of the bed, and my walls pulsed intensely as I squirted violently all over Matt. Just then, I felt Matt’s body stiffen above me, and his movements became a whisper as he cursed into my ear. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” His moans rang in my ear with each of his weak thrusts, and I felt his twitching cock paint my walls white as he came undone in unison with me.

Eventually, his body stilled completely, and he rested above me as we both caught our breaths and came down from our highs. His cock slipped out of me, and I immediately felt cold and empty in its absence. After a few moments, Matt lifted his head from my shoulder and gazed at me with a soft smile on his face.

“Damn.”

“I know.”

”I mean, that was-”

“I know.”

We continued to stare at each other, both with matching smiles on our faces, until I dissolved into childish giggles.

“What?” Matt asked, unable to keep himself from laughing as well. “What?” He asked again, nudging my shoulder gently as I giggled. “I mean come on,” I continued to laugh, “That was crazy. Don’t you think it was crazy?” I looked at him, starting to feel the first hints of regret now that it was over and we had to go back to being friends. “I don’t think it was crazy.” He replied simply, before bringing his lips back to mine. This kiss was different than the other ones we shared tonight, though. There was no hunger, no lust. There was just love.

He pulled away after only a few moments, and I looked back at him with what I was sure was confusion all over my face. “I have never felt less crazy in my life than I’ve felt tonight.” Matt continued, and I felt my stomach flutter, “Tonight, everything finally feels right.” I felt a bashful smile form on my lips. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the exact same way. “So,” I started, unsure of how to maneuver this, “What now?” Matt got up.

“Well,” He began, grabbing his discarded t-shirt and using it to gently clean me up, “It’s late and you’ve had a long day, so I think we should get some sleep.” I propped myself up on my shoulders and watched as he began to clean himself next. “And then when we wake up tomorrow, we’ll go get some breakfast and talk about what we both want.” He walked into my adjacent bathroom and started the shower, the way he has done a thousand times before, before walking back to where I was and helping me off the bed.

Once I was on my feet, he placed another gentle kiss against my lips, and I felt my insides melt at the comfort of his touch. “But if I’m being completely honest, which you know I always am, I think we both already know we want the same thing.” I looked up at him through nervous eyelashes, and had to chew my bottom lip to stifle the massive smile that was threatening to take over my mouth. Matt had no problem showing his huge smile, and he tilted his head quizzically in my silence. “Am I right?” He asked, and instead of responding with words, I leaned up and placed a kiss of my own on his lips.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

[harmoonix]

I wait for your love ♡

~ Valentines Edition 🤍 ~

Channeling Song:♡♡♡♡

Note for everyone reading this: I love that the Valentines happened to be on a Friday because it is the day of Venus. I hope that you celebrate the day of love even if you are single, because im sure you are loved beyond measure. 💗 by me, harmoonix ♡. Have a lovely reading.

- Venus aspecting the MC can indicate the love relationship being supported by many people. Having the relationship everyone likes and getting cool with it

- Earth Risings can possess a beautiful body. Their body might be beautiful naturally and that's what makes them special

- Libra Sun, Moon or Rising have a tendency to care too much for people. Sometimes going into extremes and getting hurt in the end

- Ariana Grande has Chiron in her 8th house of Leo, she craves attention from people who happens sometimes to be taken, she has to heal her trauma related to painful relationships

- Cancer Moons can crave lots of satisfaction in their relationships if they don't get it, these natives may end up feeling depressed

- Cancer Risings age beautifully as well. The moon ruling their 1st house helps by keeping their skin so good!! Angelina Jolie is also a good example

- Libra Mars or Mars at 7° 19° can feel trapped in relationships with people who don't share the same values as them

- 1° 13° 25° on Venus can indicate being new-ish with the relationships, you like to have long and passionate relationships and you may not date as many people as others

- 10° 22° degrees on ascendant can put a dark energy on you. Dark doesn't have to be bad. You just intimidate others

- Your Venus sign can also indicate how you feel about your ex after ending a relationship. Do you remain friends? or do you break the contact forever?

- Gemini Risings are always on point about making everyone feel comfortable around them. Lady Gaga for example.

- 8° 20° degrees on Moon are obsessed with physical touch. Some of them can be touched deprived which aligns with the sensitivity of their souls

- MC aspecting Mars can involve lots of drama and competition in their careers and throughout their public image.

- Mars or Saturn in the 10th house are the perfect example for 'Fighting to achieve what you want' because you know you deserve it

- Sun in the 3rd house placement to create lifetime relationships can be with everyone since Sun is social in this house. You get along so well with people

- Jupiter aspecting Moon (especially in good aspects) shares so much kindness with the people. They can see the goodness in people

- Jupiter at 5° 17° 29° degrees can present beautiful face features such as eyes, lips, and noseshape. You can complete everything with wearing jewels

- Jupiter at 2° 14° 26° degrees cna present beautiful hair and voice. They can be gifted with finding a good job/being wealthy

- Jupiter at 11° 23°/7° 19° degrees can unite people with their love and humanitarian soul. They are gifted with generosity at heart

- Moon x Pluto aspects represent the 'I can't get you out of my head' line. They're unforgettable at their core

- Leo Placements especially Risings/Sun i think they are favored by others without any effort. Is just their energy and people love them for who they are

- Venus or Moon in the 3rd house can be incredibly close with their siblings (if they have). Sharing a beautiful bond with your family members

- 12th house placements, especially Sun/Moon/Mercury , have a powerful subconscious, so powerful that it tends to get stuck sometimes and to forget about their feelings

- Moon in the 4th, 7th, 9th, 11th houses 》 'Home is not where you go. Home is the people you have around you'

- Neptune in the 12th, 1st, or 8th house are addictive people. You become addicted to them or they to you

- 6° 18°/12° 24° degrees on ascendant 》 being more open-minded, don't criticize yourself too much. Don't fall for others' delusions

- If you meet people who have 8th house placements, they can change your life, or your life will be changed after meeting them. Can it happen if Saturn/Pluto/Moon are involved

Happy Valentines Day 💗💗💗

[neopolart]

Hello! I loved the SMAU you did with the boys, my heart is weak for drama/angst, and the Xavier part? Delicious

So, i read your rules but if my ask makes you uncomfortable i absolutely understand!! Can you do pegging with Xavier and Zayne? The only contents i found with pegging had just Rafayel and Sylus 😭

Pegging - Scenario Love and Deepspace

Warnings : Sexual themes.

Genre : Smut

Characters : Zayne and Xavier

Gender : Female.

Word count : 2k

Notes : Hello!! I am absolutely happy to know you liked my writing!!! Angst with comfort are my favorite genres, ngl. Thank you so much for your request and your kind words, i hope you like it too!! I assumed the MC would be female, but if is not please let me know!!

Growing up, Zayne knew you had strange ideas or tendecies.

After knowing you for so long, how could he not ? From your strange jokes that only you laugh, to the pointless questions that only made him sigh in exasperation. Yet, nothing really prepared him from your request after his long shift at the hospital.

'You know,' he hears you mumbling. He was changing clothes, his muscles sore and screaming in pain after the emergency surgery he had to undergo. 'I know this may be the worst moment to bring this up, since you are very tired and definitely need to sleep, but...' Your hands help him to take off his coat, your hands squeezing the sore muscles on his shoulder 'You always said i could always speak to ou about anything, especially if involves a new kink..."

He turns his head to look at you from the corner of his eye, his eyebrow arching slightly, waiting for you to continue.

'I wanna peg you'

'...Peg me?'

'You know what pegging means, right?

'I am familiar with the term, yes. I know it took a lot of courage for you to bring this up, and i promise i wont forget this subject, but can we talk about this tomorrow?'

'Of course, im sorry, i was so anxious to talk about that-'

After that, he had his very needed night of sleep and brought up the conversation again in the next day. It was merely to talk about where the idea came from, precautions and safety, after all, he was never the one to deny your requests without even trying before - especially if that involved a new kink.

'Talking from a point of view of a doctor, i would need a few days to prepare myself for that' he stated, his back turned towards you as he focus on washing the dishes 'Just as it can be pleasurable, it can also be extremely painful without proper preparation. '

And that is how he found himself on this situation. After he spend days using his own finger to stretch himself, he was now laying on his back with his legs draped overyour hips. There was a thin layer of sweat on his naked body, his cock completely hard and dripping precum on your hand.

"You look so beautiful right now..." You say, stroking his shaft slowly and with a firm pressure.

The strap-on you were using was slim, pink silicone with not more than five inches, enough to give him pleasure without causing any harm, and was covered with lube. His body was completely relaxed and, as soon as he nod to you, you finally press the tip against the tight ring of muscles, carefully to not hurt him. Thankfully the preparations he had done to himself had maken easy for you to fill him, his face, always so composed and neutral, writhing slightly in a mix of pleasure and pain, his body tensing up. You only stopped when the entire lenght of the dildo were inside of him.

When he finally relaxed completely, you started to move. His sweet grunts of pleasure echoing in the room, your skin slapping against his as you start to fuck him, trying to remember how he used to fuck you against the matress.

"Come on pretty boy" you whisper, your breath hot against the crook of his neck, his body shaking from the movements. Never before you wished so bad to have a cock, imagining how warm and tight he would be around you. "I need to hear your sweet sounds, to know how good i am making you feel"

He whimpered softly, feeling your breasts sliding in his chest with every movement you make, your hand on his cock making his brain tingle with hot, raw pleasure. Is that how you felt when he was fucking you? That burning feeling of pleasure that barely fits in your body? He could feel every inch rubbing against his interior, hitting perfectly his prostate.

"P-Please..." his voice was shy, trembling as he tried to compose himself, trying not to fall apart from how good it was.

You kissed a trail from his jaw line til his collarbone, sucking his skin until a purple mark appeared, your hand stroking his shaft even faster, completely wet with the pearly liquid of his precum. He was falling apart faster than before as you whispered praises on his ear, his moans and whines now leaving his lips as a second nature for him, his arms wraping against your neck and pulling you closelly, capturing your lips against his own and kissing you desperately, the wet sound of your lips mixing with his moans and slapping sounds. Would you receive noise complaints from neighbors? Definitely.

As his moans and grunts grew louder against your lips, you put a lot more effort, ignoring the burning sensation on your muscles, your hand stroking his cock fervently. Pulling apart from the kiss, you watch how the silicone dildo fucked his way inside Zayne, his puckered hole stretched around the toy, almostr trying to pull you more deeper inside of him.

It only took you a few more thrusts till he finally came with a deep and hoarse moan, the whitish and viscous liquid wetting your hand, some splashing on his stomach, painting it white. You milked his cock with a few more pumps until nothing else comes out, his glans red and his cock wet with cum.

You pulled out of him, throwing the strap-on away. Quickly you cleaned up your own slick from your tights and the cum from his stomach before laying on his side, chuckling as he wraped his arms around you, hiding his face on your neck.

"Did you enjoy it?" You asked curiously, your fingers stroke his hair carefully.

"...Maybe we can try it a few more times, if im not required on the hospital." You grin listening to his hoarse voice, knowing that it was the aftermath of the pleasure he received.

"Do your legs feel limp and wobbly?"

"Yes." he whispered, his ears turning red with embarassment.

It wasn't a secret for Xavier that you always had a liking for his ass.

When he bended over to pick up something, change clothes, take a shower or even with his sweatpants, you eyes always seems to roam or your hands found a way to squeeze him, so, when you told him you wanted to peg him, it wasnt a surprise at all.

'Xav' you started, laying next to him on the couch, your legs resting on top of his thighs 'I realized we never really talked about our kinks and things we liked on the bed'

'Hm, what is the motivation all of the sudden?' he asked, his voice soft as always.

'So, i was scrolling through my phone and i found something very interesting--'

'Yes i'll let you peg me'

'Its something called pegging and-- excuse me?'

'I knew you could end up liking this kind of thing, so i jumped ahead and read about that. Already bought the toys and prepared myself.'

'H-How did you even know?' he smiles lazily as you tries to hide your face in embarassment. How could he know? Weren't you being careful?

'With how much you make jokes about eating me out or breeding me' he chuckles with your whine 'It was obvious how you felt' he stared at you lovingly. 'That and the porn site on your unlocked cell phone with the tag pegging showing on the search bar-'

And when you asked oficially, he said yes again. After all, who he was to deny such a sweet request from his beloved? Yet, it didnt help with how anxious he felt when the time come.

He was on his stomach, his ass up to your direction. His breath became a little more faster as he felt your weight on the matress, right behind him. That is how you felt the first time you two sleept together? This knot on your stomach?. Your hands roamed around his body, carresing the curve of his abdomen and chest, your touch tender and kindy, easing the tension from his muscles.

"Are you nervous?" you ask, kissing his back softly, seeing his eyes darting around nervously. "It's not too late to refuse, you know? We can take a good shower, eat a few snacks and sleep"

"N-No!" He said quickly before taking a deep breath "I want this, i promise.

He looks at you from the corner of his eye, half his face hidden against the pillow. His eyes burned with desire, showing how needy he was at that moment. Your gaze searched a sign of hesitation or disconfort in his face before you give him a reassuring smile, positioning yourself behind him while pouring lube on the strap-on and massaging the circunference of the silicone until it is completely wet, pressing the tip against his hole. Your hands roam his body, caressing the warm skin before stopping on his ass, squeezing the plump flesh of his cheeks, watching his once white skin turning red before you spread them, exposing his puckered hole before you pressed the tipagainst him, watching as the dildo force his way inside him, stretching him to fit its entire lenght.

You pay attention to his body and, as soon as he relaxes, you hold his waist with one hand and the other goes under him, starting to stroke his hard cock as your hips begin to move, the dildo going in and out of him.

His back arched as soon as you hit his prostate and, unable to control himself anymore, his hips started to move, meeting your with fierce, his face contorting against the pillow and muffled moans leaving his parted lips.

You kissed his back, your breasts pressing agains his hot skin and thumb pessing his glans, feeling how wet it was from his precum. You started to suck his back and shoulders, leaving a few marks behind, making the man under you to whimper softly. You wanted him to look in the mirror and remember how you fucked him so good. You wish you could leave marks on his neck as well, but unfortunately you didn't want the attention of the Association staff.

The noises were growing louder each moment, his back arching even more with how good it felt, being fucked mercilessly, the pleasure numbing his mind, everything he could think was how deep you were inside of him, his body shaking with how hard you were hitting his prostate, his cock pulsing against your hand, hard and wet, begging for release. He tried to bite the pillow to muffle his moans, but your whine on his ear quickly made him stop.

"Such a good boy f'me" you praised him, your breath hot against his shoulder, his skin covered in sweat "My precious bunny, aren't you?"

"F-For you ngh" his voice was hoarse from all the moans and cries of pleasure, his eyes glowing with tears "so good aah"

The sensation of the silicone pressing his sensitive walls combined with your strokes on his hard shaft threatened to send him over the edge earlier then he wanted to, his stomach tensing and twisting, urging him to let go. The tears ran down his face, some falling on the pillow and mixing with his drool.

Your fingers dig into his waist, bruising his flesh with your nails. After a few thrusts you feel his body shake, a hoarse growl leaving his lips and your hand getting sticky when he finally cums, his eyes completely rolled back in ecstasy. You thrusted inside him slowly, milking him to the last drop during his post orgasmic wave. When he finaly calmed dow, you kissed his spine softly, watching proudly the amount of hickeys you left on his body. You pulled out of him, quickly cleaning his body and bringing him a cold glass of water to cool down his sore throat.

"That was fun, we should do it again another time" Your words sent shivers down his spine, his gaze turned to you, a small smile forming on his face.

"Yeah... We should"

[xixovart]

lost trio headcanons because theyre my mini fixation for the day

for starters i’d like to remind you that the first time jason felt like a person and not a soldier was when he was with leo and piper

ok now actual headcsnons

jason’s hair grew out after a bit and ended up covering the scar (“undercut”) he has on the side of his head from that one bullet. leo likes to surprise people by putting jason’s hair up bc its funny to see their reactions

l: “and look—secret undercut!!”

j: “it’s not an undercut leo, it’s a scar”

p: “the bullet didn’t even touch your skin drama queen”

j: “might’ve. my head could’ve exploded and—“

[groaning and arguing and leo laughing]

—canon convo guys rick told me

leo knows a lot of car games which is very beneficial for long days on the argo ii

piper always has a lollipop in her mouth and no one knows where they come from

leo comes up with the oddest nicknames and piper and jason are just. so used to it? jason could be talking to like reyna or smth and leo will come up to him and say

l: “oh hey jason gracer razor blazer”

j: “hi leo”

r: “what the fuck”

leo is really bad at picking up social clues so jason does it for him

the wildnerness school had a really early curfew that piper and leo blatantly ignored

they would stay out and wander the halls and hide in classrooms whenever a teacher was nearby

leo was poor and homeless, jason was raised with no regards to currency, spending, or finances, and piper is a nepo baby. the ultimate trio dynamic. arguing for hours about whether $50 is a lot or not (it is.)

leo shares food as a love language

jason loves video games, surprisingly enough (mario kart. MARIO KART.)

piper is constantly taking leo’s and jason’s stuff. hair ties, jewelry, mostly clothes, also mostly food, leo’s homework,

the trio has a movie marathon every friday night. there’s blanket forts, gummy worms, matching pjs, and fairy lights involved. they borrow rachel’s cave, since cabin 1 is too depressing and the aphrodite and hephaestus cabins are way too packed (sometimes rachel hangs around for a bit :D)

picture me this. it’s winter, the lake is frozen over. they somehow find ice skates. utter chaos. leo fancies himself a figure skater, jason is on all fours because he keeps falling, and piper actually did figure skating as a kid

GUYS GUYS THE TRIO GOING ON A QUEST AND HAVING TO HIJACK AN UPPER-CLASS PARTY/GATHERING IM LOSING MY SHIT IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES

im gonna have to draw this but like

piper giving them very strict instructions on what to do and what not to do (they end up forgetting half of it)

yk that one quote from new girl?

“where are you piper?? this place is fancy and i don’t know which fork to kms with”

that’s leo

jason just hanging around quietly and not engaging in conversation and keeping everyone under close radar like the little fucking wolf he is

everyone ends up thinking he’s a bodyguard

the trio just goes along with it

YH THATS IT I HAVE MORE I THINK BUT THIS IS GETTING WAY TOO LONG SOOO BYE LOSERS GOODNIGHT AND DONR FORGET RO SLEEP EAT AND DRINK WATER (you hear that, @kindred-spirit-93? water. not pink milk. water./j)

[neomujinjja]

사랑을 공부해 oh-oh Meet KOZ' campus couples

Pairing: bnd legal line x reader

Genre: fluff, college au!, established relationship in sungho, riwoo, and leehans – stranger 2 lovers in taesan's - friends in love in myung jae's

Warning: mention of marriage in sungho's, people being weird in everyone's but myungjae's

Jaehyun

you guys aren't dating

but the feelings are there

and it's mutal too

yall are just cowards! (lovingly)

but everybody believes that you & jae are dating

and you guys arent exactly fighting the rumors

the two of you are very affecionate friends

often holding hands in public

jaehyun is always exicted to see you

it does not matter if yall saw each other 5 minutes ago

he's calling out your name

picking you up in a big hug

i see why people think you're dating..

plus if someone dares to ask

then you guys just turn into blushing messes

fighting back a grin at the thought

or giggling before asking if people really think that

so you don't even answer the question tbh

pls im begging yall to confess!

put everyone around you out of their misery!!

Sungho

you guys are dating

everybody who attends KOZ knows the two of you

and with that: they all know you're a couple

tbh you guys are very well-loved by the campus

lowkey there's a fanclub for you guys

actually it's more of an y/nsungho defense club

keeping "home-wreckers" away from y'all

letting them know you're in a relationship

which would be inevitably be mentioned anyways

because y'all are in love

without being obnoxious about it though

and you guys love to talk about one another to new people

y'all are a very friendly couple

plus both of you are involved with the campus

sungho peforms at multiple school events

and you're apart of the college committee

yall are the couple that people envy

there's high expectations of you two getting married

Riwoo

tbh y'all are confused

yes, you're dating

but because you guys are introverts

you don't talk to anyone outside of your friend group

it all started from the school page / social media

or if you watch queer love dramas

kind of like the cute boy pages in them

someone kept catching y'all in the background of photos

people started to notice

and they went insane over the two of you

sure the camera never captured your faces

but that wasn't the point to the people

it was how y'all were always matching!

sometimes it would be matching outfits

and if not then y'all's matching keychains/items

no one knows your faces though

which means no one really recognizes you guys on the campus

so there's a semi-sense of privacy

Taesan

let me start this off by saying

yall are not dating!

and more importantly

you guys dont even know each other

i'd go as far as to say that neither of you know the other's names

so in reality: its more of an popular campus ship rather campus couple

your friends' #1 theory is that its because you're both somewhat emo

being an cc(?) is how yall meet

expect it quickly turns to private meetings

because people get weird about the two of you being in public together

getting to know him

you think taesan is kind of charming

he wins you over in this secret meet-ups

and vice versa

maybe this little ship isn't as bad as you orginially thought

heck you got an boyfriend out of it

peers go insane at the "official annoucement"

which is just some photo or story of the two of you from some friend's social

because we all know that yall have private accounts

Leehan

im not sure how yall became an campus couple

while you guys do know each other

you dont go to the same school ㅠㅠ

plus no one (outside of your frined group) is even sure if you're actually dating each other

i fully believe neither of you post on social media

and your friends are just as goofy

because they wont confirm or deny

it makes it so hard to fact check

so let me clarify first

you guys grew up as childhood friends

but recently started dating

and you guys are so cute~

you know those long distance bracelets

best believe y'all have those

the vibrations from leehan pressing it lowkey makes your wrist twitch

hopefully for you, you don't have it placed on your dominant hand

you have an set time to video call every night

it's well known thing by kind of everyone

so much so they schedule events around it

plus despite not attending the same school

yall often meet up with each other (best as you can)

with some of sort of gift in hand

and long weekends spent in each others dorm

no studying is getting done when y'all are together

as devastating as it is

you guys can not see each other during exam weeks

[this-hopeless-war]

i haven't been online so here's some headcanons idk if i've posted before im eepy

(tw talking about sh, kinda dark so don't read if that's triggering, that part will be at the end and separated so you can easily skip it)

Ace fucking loves snow

Dallas has shitty vision but he doesn't want nor can he afford glasses (and let's be honest, he'd break em within a day)

When Pony turned 15 Soda started teaching him about cars and etc, when pony was 16 he got a job at the DX 

Due to them working together Pony started to like Steve more

Darry hates when it rains because it means he can't do his roofing gig and he'll come home stressed/grumpy over missing a day of his paycheck

Dally can go a scary long time without sleep, he'll be up for 2 days straight and still be socializing and shit

Dally and Two-Bit once had a drinking contest that didn't end well for anyone involved 

Two-Bit took high school drama (thinking about this is genuinely how I get through the day at school)

During the week Pony was gone, Soda vented to Steve a lot, they honestly grew a lot closer

The first time he was alone after Pony and Johnny got back, Steve cried from relief

⬇️warning here's where talk of sh starts (also added some resources at the end if you read them then feel distress😨)

Steve has had issues with sh (OUGH I love him)

And because of it being in an environment where mental health isn't really talked about at all or very understood, he doesn't really know that sh is, like, an actual thing, he just considers it a way to take out emotion when fighting isn't doing it

And no one ever really acknowledged it (they can see scars on his arm)

Though i'm toying around with headcanons for a bit in my head where (TW) he relapses at the back of the DX after a REALLY bad night where his dad said and did some not-so-handy-dandy things and Soda walks in (Spoiler alert: Steve gets a hug and cries but Soda doesn't cause he thinks he should be tough abt it or something, when he gets home he does though)

After that Steve is at the Curtis's even more and Soda even goes over to the Randle's a couple times cause when Steve is feeling really horrible he calls him up

I also have vague ideas for a bit with Evie

Where she, like, does smt abt it cause she's worried and he's always dodged questions

not 100% sure how it'll work yet though

This is a post of a list of hotlines for the USA, if you found this triggering or are in distress in general please message/call one

⬆️There are help lines everywhere, please done hesitate to search up the numbers for your country and call/text them

And here's just some websites or apps that can help you in times of distress

Have a handy dandy day!

[bloomries]

Hi I was wondering if you could make a part 2 worth the dateables for the “in another universe” fic. I just read it and it was amazing and now im crying 😭.

in another universe...

includes : diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon.

summary : what could have been, in a better universe.

warnings : gn! reader. angsty angst. death & mortality (solomon). prob a little ooc but shhhh. italics indicate the 'other universe.'

part one here.

DIAVOLO

...you weren't the prince of the devildom.

It was another day filled with princely duties, and another day you find yourself all alone. It was painfully empty in the large bed, and you knew you couldn't do a thing to fix it. Instead you close yours eyes and wish you could have woken up in his arms.

In a perfect world, you'd wake up in the arms of your beloved. Not Prince Diavolo, just Diavolo. You'd wake up to the feeling of kisses peppered against your face, and giggles would fill the room as you try to push him away but he won't relent. "G'morning my love," he whispers between kisses, "We gotta get up~"

"Noo," you whine, and he chuckles, pulling away to look at your cute scrunched up face. "Let's just call in sick and stay in bed allllll day." You peak an eye open to see Dia, who grins.

"Sounds like a perfect idea." And thus the day was spent burning making food, watching shitty tv drama, and cuddling- and of course kissing too.

But when you open your eyes, the coolness creeps in, and the emptiness of the room is unsettling. A knock on the door alerts you of Barbatos' presences, and he speaks from the other side of the door.

"Are you awake?... Lord Diavolo asks me to send his regards, he has another day ruling over the Devildom, and wants to let you know to not expect him until late." Pulling the sheets over your face, you decide to indulge in your fantasy world a little longer before facing the harsh reality.

BARBATOS

...i came first.

It's not that you didn't understand, no you knew perfectly well that Barbatos' job was very important and required him to be away from you for long periods of time. What you didn't understand was that he refused, almost too eagerly, a day off. Diavolo noticed he'd been working him too hard and offered a little vacation. You thought he'd take it, so he could spend what little time granted he could with you, but instead...

"I was thinking we could head to the human realm, and have a nice date there."

"Oh yeah?" You coo, leaning closer to him and grinning. "And what should we do there?" He hums, deep in thought. A nice restaurant, perhaps dancing involved, walking around a fairy-light lit park, being in each others arms. Yes, that sounded nice, and thus he informed of you such thoughts. "That does sound nice, it's a date then." You press a kiss to the corner of his lip- tease. He's quick to correct your mistake, placing a proper kiss to your lips.

"You... You rejected the offer?" Barbatos undoes the buttons of his shirt, glancing over his shoulder at you with a slight frown.

"Obviously. As much as I'd like to trust him..." He tsks and shake his head, pushing away the thought. "Nevermind. Shall we turn in for the night?" He slips into more comfortable clothing, giving you that cool, unwavering smile. Ah, you don't know how much more you can put up with this...

SIMEON

...you stayed the night.

"Goodnight." Simeon spoke in a soft, quiet voice, his smile kind. It makes your heart do somersaults. You bid him a goodnight as well, and as he goes to turn, you hesitantly catch his wrist.

"You know... You could stay the night... If you wanted." His eyes widen. Stay the night? Something inside him shifts, his eyes filling with what seems to be pity.

"I'm sorry... I can't..." He speaks, gently removing your hand off his wrist and giving you a weak smile. "Goodnight." And then he leaves, not a single glance back. Did you just ruin your friendship with five words? You just wanted him to stay a little longer, just be near you for a while more...

"Stay the night?" You nod, fiddling with your shirt. "Well... I suppose that would be okay." Your eyes widen in delight. Really? He'd stay? He chuckles at your obvious enthusiasm and allows you to drag him back into your room where you set up a spot for you to sleep on the ground.

Simeon shakes his head at this. "I'll take the floor." After a little arguing, you both end up on the bed, both too jittery with excitement of staying near your crush to properly sleep. As you try to close your eyes, try to calm your mind, however, you feel a pinkie brush against yours- and feeling a little bolder, you move your hand even closer. Eventually, your hand in Simeons, and his in yours, you both with small, dorky smiles as sleep comes for you both.

Tomorrow will likely involve a long talk.

SOLOMON

...we could grow old together.

"You're going to be the cutest grumpy old man." It was an offhand comment, something you didn't really think about, you were just teasing him... But then the mood in the air shift, and it got real quiet, and you were suddenly reminded that you wouldn't be growing old with him.

"Shit... Sorry." You, but Solomon waves his hand dismissively, forcing a smile as he claims it's no big deal. It is, though, it's an incredibly big deal. Not only feeling the despair of it, but Solomon too- if he could, he'd most definitely choose mortality with you than whatever he's got going on now.

Sitting in your own separate rocking chairs, holding hands. You reading a book while Solomon nags about 'children theses days' or something or another. Getting up and then having to help him because his knees are what they used to be. Listening to a song considered old, dancing close to each other and remembering all your beautiful memories together. Eventually dying together.

Ah... But none of that will happen. He'll eventually watch you pass away, and he'll try desperately to hold on to your memory but when your face fades away from his mind who will he become? Solomon gingerly holds back tears that sting his eyes. Damn his immortality, damn it all. He truly wishes he could give it all up for a lifetime with you- it'd truly be worth it.

[amomentsescape]

Heyyy darling,IM POLITELY BEGGING,for some stu and billy with feral ,hyper,punk gremlin s/o headcanons. Simply the boys trying to be as casual as possible so they dont get suspected for the previous murders but then they’re running around with their own little bundle of chaos. Im talking like a real troublemaker,just for the fun of it but always just watching all the drama happening,never being involved even though they caused it. For example: •causing misunderstandings in other friendgroups •cutting someone’s car wheels (or similar stuff) after they’ve been rude to someone in their friend group,maybe when gale didnt respect sidney‘s privacy in the first movie •S/O has a collection of anything shiny and glittery things they stole (from spoons to necklaces) just cause they like how it looks and they know it will cause some chaos. •Flirting with randy,tatum and stu to piss the boys off a bit •Oh or maybe billy getting them one of those vertical cloths or swings for their living room,I feel like that would fit cause billy would be a bit tired of his S/O letting their hyperness out on him. •When they come home from killing a bit later sometimes,they just find their s/o sleeping in the most uncomfy position (criss cross apple sauce type of shit) on their swing,drooling a bit,their body twitching every now and then

I dont know if any of this made sense my head is all over the place right now. <3

Billy and Stu (Separate) with Feral Gremlin Reader

Billy Loomis x Reader, Stu Macher x Reader

A/N: This was honestly so fun to write!

Billy Loomis

Boy, he didn't quite know what he was getting into when he first became interested in you

But he's in it for the long run, so here we go

Making Billy jealous is a common theme with you

Outright flirting, giggling, and dancing around with other people automatically makes Billy see red

But there's something about his possessiveness that you love so much that you keep doing it anyway

It almost always leads to a fight between Billy and the other party

And damn, isn't it fun to watch?

But that's not to say that you don't also feel your fair share of anger as well

Someone pisses you off even slightly? They're gonna regret it the next morning

Keyed cars, egged houses, graffitied threats

There is no limit to your creativity to get back at them

Billy simply huffs and puffs at you, berating you about being too "loud" with your actions

He's trying to keep things down-low by all means

And the last thing he wants is one of your actions getting him caught and put in jail

But there is something kinda attractive with how you stir up drama and give Billy some attitude

He doesn't like easy

He wants a challenge

And boy do you give him one

But on days where he simply cannot have you running amuck, he has you lay down in your own little hammock he bought you

For whatever reason, that always has you relaxed

It's like you become a whole different person with it

And Billy lets out a little "thank you" to the Gods each time he sees you just swinging away

He loves you, but damn, it's hard to keep up with you

Stu Macher

Stu on the other hand, is not phased at all by you

In fact, he matches your energy about 80% of the time

A friend pissed you off? You're both screaming and laughing while talking badly about them

Things are getting a little boring? You and Stu tell different people made up stuff that someone else is "saying" about them

You both love to stir up drama and watch how badly things can unfold

Stu is less concerned about getting caught than Billy anyways

What's even the point in killing if you can't have some fun outside of it?

So having you around is the perfect way for Stu to let out his hyper energy and keep things exciting when he isn't killing teens

But when he is out and about, he's thinking of you

You're probably at home eating all of his snacks in that moment, but he doesn't care

After his victims meet their fates, he is happy to dig around in their pockets and their homes, looking for anything even the slightest bit shiny to bring back to you

Nothing compares to the way your eyes light up at the gifts

Hell, you have a drawer in your room just filled with all things shiny and captivating

But Stu knows he'll have to wait until the morning to give you your gift

Because just about every night he comes home, he finds your head handing off the couch with your legs and arms splayed out, snoozing away

Remnants of chips and chocolate can still be found on your lips and fingertips

Stu secretly has made a photo album in his phone just for all the pictures he takes of you when you're sleeping

It's about time Stu had someone who met his chaotic energy

[lyvhie]

after last night | dong sicheng

actor!sicheng x actress!reader (+18 mdni)

summary: acting alongside your rival was supposed to be just another one of the competitions you play out in your mind, but after a brief heated moment between the two of you, you began to question your true feelings toward him.

a/n: @winwintea..... i'm finally here, pookie.... im like, so so so so so sorry it took sooooo long for me to finally finish this. but i put a lot of love care blood sweat and tears on it, i hope you like it, if you dont, then ill disappear from earth and no one will ever see me again 😫

cw: smut, fluff, more of one-sided rivals to situationship, alcohol mention and consumption, fingering, edging, unprotected sex.

with a frustrated huff, you sank into the chair, allowing the makeup artist to work their magic. the studio was filled with an almost tangible tension, as everyone seemed to expect a blow-out fight between you and sicheng at any moment.

it’s been a constant issue since the start of filming this drama. working on the same project as your long-time rival sicheng has made every day stressful, the constant tension and friction have made filming the drama a more difficult and uncomfortable experience for everyone involved.

the undeniable chemistry between you and sicheng on camera despite the constant tension backstage has led to the difficulty of finding another pair to match your on-screen chemistry. as the main characters of the drama, the romantic aspect of the show requires a certain level of connection and synchronization that only you two seem to possess, as ironic as it may sound.

but today, the prolonged shoot further strained everyone on the set, not only due to the physical exhaustion, but also the weight of the tense atmosphere that loomed over everyone. the frustration and fatigue were palpable, and the constant back and forth between you and sicheng only added to the mounting pressure.

the problem was the dreaded kissing scene. despite everyone’s expectations, you and sicheng can’t do it — and unfortunately, you’re the only one to blame. every time the distance between your faces closes, you instinctively pull away, much to everyone’s frustration.

“um, excuse me,” the staff member poked her head into the dressing room and announced, "the director said it's getting late, and it would be best to continue tomorrow, so… everyone is dismissed for today,” she gave a small, apologetic smile before closing the door gently.

"of course this would happen," you mutter under your breath, trying to contain your frustration. you dismiss the makeup artist with a polite nod, then tilt your head back in irritation as you let out a heavy sigh.

“can you please calm down a little, boss?” your assistant, haneul, places a cup of hot chocolate in front of you and steps into your view, her voice gentle as she pleads with you.

you glare at her and snap, "don't ask me to calm down when i’m perfectly calm, haneul,” grabbing the drink, you take a big sip before continuing. "dong sicheng is such an idiot.”

haneul lets out a deep sigh, rolling her eyes at your response. "he might be an idiot, but you're not much better when you act like this all the time," she says, crossing her arms. "just suck it up, get the scene done, and then you can go back to hating each other."

her firm words cause you to flinch, and you allow your shoulders to drop, acknowledging her point. you're aware that you've been more irritating than usual lately, and her straightforward approach hits home.

you sigh, slumping into the chair and admit, "i know, i know. i'm sorry. i'm just in a really bad mood today. everything is going wrong, and sicheng... i just want to punch that annoying face of his so bad.”

haneul couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes crinkling in amusement as they watched you scrunch your face like you had just tasted something sour.

"you two should get a room," her tone was playful, yet there was an underlying suggestion in her voice that betrayed her mischievous thoughts.

"what?!" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with disbelief and shock, you were offended even. the mere thought of having something like that with sicheng gave you the creeps.

haneul continued with a sly smile on her face, her tone now tinged with a hint of amusement, "i’m just saying," she began, "that we can all see the tension between you two. it's like you're just waiting for the moment to pounce on each other."

"is that your way of asking to be fired, huh?" your eyebrows raising slightly out of disbelief. "cut the nonsense – where the hell did you even get that idea?" you shook your head, dismissing the absurd thought, clearly annoyed by your friend's outlandish assumption.

haneul just laughed even more, enjoying the reaction from you. she had always assumed that deep down, you were only pretending to hate sicheng, because she could sense that there was secretly something more than just dislike. the imaginary game you played in your mind, of trying to outshine each other, was something she thought had made the actual attraction to him more intense.

"yeah, you can keep telling yourself that, boss," she placed her hands on your shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze. "but your bad mood would improve a lot if you just let him hit it.”

haneul was caught off guard as you suddenly grabbed the pillow from your lap, not having enough time to react. she grunted as the pillow hit her face with a soft thud. she stumbled back, rubbing her face where the pillow made contact, failing to hide her giggle and act offended.

she was about to continue with her tease when the sound of the door opening interrupted her, as if a greater force was saving her from provoking your wrath even further.

"sorry to interrupt," sicheng's deep voice reached your ears, his gaze fixing on you with a small raise of his eyebrows. he was the last person you wanted to see. "are you free right now?"

“for you?”

“mhm.”

“then no.”

sicheng let out a deep sigh in response, already expecting this reply from you. your name came out of his lips with a different, pleading tone compared to the annoyed one he had used for you all day.

"i’m serious," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sincerity. "we need to talk, please?"

you were usually a stubborn person, but perhaps today you were simply too drained and the memory of haneul's words from before suddenly echoed in your mind, reminding you that maybe making things difficult wasn't always the right way to go, you knew you had already caused enough trouble.

so with a reluctant sigh, you relented, “fine,” your tone slightly annoyed. “what is it?” you gestured for haneul to give you some space alone with him and she immediately made her way to the door, despite her curiosity about what you would talk.

sicheng moved closer, taking a seat in front of you. you expected him to bring up the topic of the messed-up records and give you his usual sweet and annoying words of reassurance, mentally prepared to roll your eyes and respond with snark.

"i've noticed how stressful it was for you today," he started, his tone sympathetic. "and since this is your first romantic role, i've been thinking about what i could do to make this process easier for you. then, i realized the solution was right in front of us.”

you raised an eyebrow skeptically, not liking where this was going.

“we just need to practice,” he smiled.

"you're saying we should practice... kissing?"

“exactly!”

“absolutely not.”

his smile faded away instantly.

he let out a slight whine, trying to persuade you to comply. "oh, come on," he pleaded, "don't be like that now.”

“i said no. this is so stupid, sicheng,” you crossed your arms, looking away from him.

“why are you making such a big deal out of this?" even though he already knew that acting like this was part of your nature, he still asked.

you felt overwhelmed at the thought of having to kiss him on set even more, let alone practicing it multiple times. it was already a challenge for you, and you were unsure if you could handle it.

you responded with a nonchalant shrug, trying to downplay it. "i’m not making a big deal out of it," you said dismissively. "i just think this idea is stupid. that’s all."

"have you thought about something better then?" he asked, his tone tinged with a slight annoyance. “there's no way we can keep going with the show if you don't overcome this problem." his eyebrows furrowed as he continued, "you know we'll have to perform even more 'spicy' scenes in the future, right?”

ugh... of course you know. you were already starting to regret your stupid decision to accept a show for a mature audience just to compete with sicheng.

“and i fear they might replace you for this scene," he continued, his tone serious. "not that it's a problem per se, but i know you don't like stunts.”

his words made you flinch a little. it’s not that you dislike stunts themselves, you actually think they are pretty cool and that their work is impressive. you just don't like the idea of not seeming capable of doing your own work, and feeling inadequate when you know you're so skilled in it. it leaves you feeling disconcerting.

overwhelmed? unsure if you could handle it? regretting your role choice? replaced by a stunt double? bullshit! you were a top-notch actress, and a simple kiss wouldn't change that. you had the skills and confidence to tackle any role thrown your way.

sicheng knew he had struck a chord as he observed your expression. he knew well that bringing out your competitive side would effectively motivate you. the slight frown that appeared on your face, coupled with the defeated sigh and the rolled eyes, only confirmed his assumption that he had achieved his goal.

“okay, let's do that.”

hah.

he got you.

haneul couldn't resist making suggestive remarks toward you upon hearing that she could leave first because you had things to do with sicheng. it wasn't until you played the "threaten-her-paycheck" card that she finally decided it was time to head home.

now it was just you and sicheng in the studio. as you stood leaning against the table set for the scene, your eyes briefly skimmed over the script once more. you knew that it wasn't to ensure you did it right, but rather to prolong the inevitable moment of kissing him.

“are you done?” sicheng's voice cut through your thoughts, prompting you to lift your head and meet his gaze. he stood a short distance away, his arms crossed in a manner that signaled his patient but slightly impatient attitude.

as you cleared your throat, a subtle attempt to buy a little more time, you glanced back down at the script. "almost," you replied, keeping your gaze fixed on the paper. "i just need to read through it one more time."

but contrary to what you insisted on saying, sicheng wasn’t an idiot.

a flicker of surprise crossed your face as sicheng abruptly grabbed the papers from your hands and tossed them aside. the unexpected move caught you off guard, and before you could react, he had placed his hands on either side of the table, effectively cornering you.

“what are you doing?” your frown deepened as he leaned closer, his body nearly touching yours. the proximity making it difficult to ignore the rapid thuds of your heart and keep your feigned annoyance.

“you needed time," he said, "and i think i've given you enough."

"don't be an idiot," you scoffed. “we need to re—”

“we're not here to rehearse the lines," he interrupted you quickly. "we both know you can recite this backward by now."

you couldn't argue with sicheng's words, he was right; there wasn't a need to play the entire scene when you could easily jump straight to the main part.

you had been attempting to buy time, and sicheng had allowed you some grace in doing so. but he had finally reached a point where enough was enough. there was no escape now.

"alright," you responded with a confident gaze, your expression indicating a readiness to proceed. sicheng's brow twitched slightly at your response, a subtle sign that he was either surprised or intrigued by your sudden change.

his agreement followed swiftly:

"great."

“great.”

with those simple lines, the stage was set.

you were in the correct position, just as the script dictated. in this moment, the male lead had devised a plan to kiss the girl, saying that her wishes would only come true if she kissed him, and he had locked her in the exact position where sicheng was holding you now.

all it needed was the pivotal moment — the kiss.

sicheng's hand cupped your face once more, replicating the same intimate gesture as before. the familiar sensation of his thumb on your cheek triggered the erratic beating of your heart.

you reassured yourself, attributing the sudden rush to the invested nature of your role. easy now, easy, you thought, repeating the mantra in your mind. it was only natural for your heart to race in this moment due to the intimacy required by the character you were portraying — that’s all.

as he leaned even closer, your instinct to push him away resurfaced once more. yet, you resisted the urge, your hands tightly grasping the edge of the table instead.

sicheng's eyes roamed over your lips, and you caught yourself replicating the action unknowingly. those plump lips of his were undeniably inviting, and it was challenging to deny the magnetic attraction you felt.

his lips caressed yours gently and softly, their subtle touch sending a shiver down your spine. the script called for a quick, chaste kiss, and that's precisely what you received as his lips pressed against yours. it was a brief moment, but it was enough to make your legs tremble in response.

ok, first part done. now comes the rest.

with a swift, fluid motion, sicheng leaned in for a second kiss, his hands cupping your face as his thumb subtly guided your chin downwards. you felt your lips part instinctively, granting him access to explore the depths of your mouth with his warm, skilled tongue.

you know, there's no such thing as a "technical kiss" in acting.

you either kiss, or you kiss.

it has to be real.

that's why you were so reluctant before because, right now, only god knows how much you are enjoying this. and no matter how much you triy to deny it, the way your tongue move against his is proof enough.

you found your hands reaching out to grasp his shirt, pulling him closer as you responded to the kiss with a new sense of eagerness.

sicheng was surprised. this wasn't in the script at all. now it seemed like you were just... making out.

not that he's complaining. he likes it.

he very, very much likes it.

as if they had a life of their own, his hands found the hem of your shirt, playing with the cloth for a few moments before sliding them under your clothes. his fingers came into contact with your skin, caressing it gently and making you shiver slightly.

and then, walking a little further, his hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants, sneaking into your panties. the gasp that escaped your lips served as a jolt to your consciousness. quickly, you broke the kiss and grasped his wrist, preventing any further advancements from him.

you locked eyes with sicheng, both of you panting. his hooded eyes, slightly flushed face, and his swollen, reddened lips were a sight to behold.

sicheng's voice, soft and low, echoed softly, asking, "what?" just as he leaned in for another kiss. you almost, almost gave in, your lips yearning to meet his, but you fought the urge, tilting your head back to avoid it.

you pushed him away quickly, fixing your slightly disheveled clothing while attempting to regain composure. your voice trembled a little as you speak.

"i think we did pretty good already. it's getting late too." you hastily handed him the studio keys before adding, "um, thank you for the practice. you can close up. see you tomorrow!" with those words, you hurriedly made your way towards the exit.

things happened so fast that sicheng barely seemed to process what was going on.

"hold on, wait!" his voice rushed after you, trying to catch up. "calm down," he called out, his words coming out quickly. "you didn't come by car today, did you? let me drive you home, i just need to—”

"no! it's fine,” you shook your head adamantly, cutting him off. "i can catch a taxi. thanks anyway.”

and just like that, you left, running away like a cat while closing the door in sicheng's face. the man let his shoulders fall and sighed loudly as he looked at the closed door in front of him, a small smile appearing on his face.

“cute”.

you haven't slept a wink all night.

the scene from the previous night replaying in your mind along with haenul's damned words like a broken record.

no. you do not want to fuck dong sicheng.

this is what you've been repeating in your mind since the moment you got up from your bed until the entire drive to the studio.

he's a bad kisser.

he's terrible.

that was the worst kiss you've ever had.

learning how to kiss with an orange would be better than this.

that's what you repeated in your mind as he kissed you again, but this time in front of the cameras. and you still had to tell yourself that it was your character who was enjoying it, not you. you definitely don't want to take him to a secluded place and make out until your mouth are sore. no.

"and... cut!" the director's voice rang out, followed by a chorus of applause. everyone on set was thrilled with how effortlessly the scene had come together, a stark contrast to the tension-filled atmosphere that had enveloped it lately. the air was charged with positivity, making it clear that this was the best mood the set had experienced since the project's inception.

despite the apparent positive change in the atmosphere, it was clear that there was something... different going on, for lack of a better word, between you and sicheng.

suddenly, you weren't bickering anymore and were even being uncharacteristically polite, thanking and apologizing for the smallest minor matters, which wasn't like your usual self at all.

everyone noticed this, but decided to just accept it as a positive development in the co-workers' feelings between you. at least, it was better than all that tension from before.

as haenul handed you a bottle of water, her words echoed with admiration. "wow," she exclaimed, "that was like, the best kiss scene i’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“oh, really?” you laughed a little awkwardly, your eyes briefly darted towards sicheng, who stood on the opposite side of the room. as your gaze met his, you hastily averted your eyes, taking a sip of water.

"of course! this episode will be an absolute banger; everyone has been waiting for this!" she nodded fiercely and continued. "i've been checking the social media, and..." her words were met with your inattentiveness, as if your mind was preoccupied elsewhere. "and you're not listening to me!" she furrowed.

"oh, sorry about that," you shook your head, snapping back to attention. "i got distracted for a moment. you were saying…?”

haenul's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized you momentarily, following your gaze to where sicheng stood on the other side of the room.

"did you and sicheng finally hook up last night?"

you nearly choked on your water, coughing as you fumbled with the bottle in your hand. your assistant quickly patted your back, trying to help you recover.

once you were fine again, you glanced around nervously to check if anyone had overheard, then turned back to haenul with a sharp glare.

“can you stop blurting stuff like that?!” you hissed at her.

haenul gasped dramatically. “oh my god! you totally did it!”

“i did not!” you snapped, lightly smacking her arm.

“but something happened between you two!” she insisted, her voice dropping to a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear after the scolding. “you’re acting all weird around him. if it wasn’t sex, then what was it?”

“is that seriously the only reason you can think of?” you replied, your tone edged with disbelief. “when did you turn into such a pervert?”

“i mean, you were obviously kissing for real earlier, and now we’re finishing the day without your usual sulking. after spending the night alone with him, what else am i supposed to think?”

you frowned at her explanation. “well, maybe that we’ve become, i don’t know… friends?” haneul looked at you as if you’d just told her the funniest joke she’d ever heard. “pff. yeah, right. friends. sure,” she said, shaking her head.

before you could even attempt to explain that she was partially wrong, everyone’s attention shifted to the director as she clapped her hands to speak.

“since we’ve successfully wrapped up the first part of our series — thanks to everyone here in the studio who made it happen, especially our two stars,” she gestured toward you and sicheng, “doesn’t this call for a celebration? drinks on me for everyone!”

her words were met with cheers from the crew, and even you felt a sense of relief. a good dose of alcohol might help clear your mind, especially since you knew sicheng wasn’t exactly a fan of these kinds of social gatherings.

“we’re going, right, boss?” haneul asked, clasping her hands together in mock prayer. “please, please, it’s the weekend!”

“yes, haneul, we are,” you said, rolling your eyes with a chuckle. “but don’t overdo it, okay? i’m not in the mood to hear you sobbing your heart out while singing sad songs on karaoke again.”

“yes, boss! I’ll treat it like a work meeting,” she replied with a playful salute. “i’ll grab your things so we can head out!” she added enthusiastically before dashing out of sight.

you took a deep breath, relishing the brief moment of solitude. sometimes, it felt hard to breathe with haneul’s constant energy. she could be... intense. but the peace didn’t last long.

“i didn’t know you drink,” sicheng’s voice came from behind, making you turn to face him. “you used to hate the taste of alcohol.”

honestly, you were tired of seeing his face and hearing his voice more than usual. you didn’t like the way it made you feel, not after what happened. it was as if you were suddenly too aware of the strange, tangled emotions brewing inside you.

“well, a lot has changed since our younger days,” you shrugged, your voice casual. you didn’t feel like diving into it any further. “now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to socialize,” you said, turning on your heels, eager to escape the uncomfortable moment.

“i agree. let’s not keep them waiting,” he replied, his footsteps closing in behind you. you froze in your tracks, his sudden presence unsettling.

“you’re coming too?” you asked, confused.

“of course,” he said with a soft chuckle. “you heard the director, can't have the stars missing out."

“but… you don’t like social events,” you said, your tone almost questioning, as if you were trying to figure him out.

“well,” he said with a small smile, “a lot has changed since our younger days.”

it was awful.

you had been hoping for some space from sicheng, but it seemed like life had other plans. you tried to find a seat as far away from him as possible, but he followed, completely at ease, as if he had no intention of leaving your side. and of course, the table quickly filled up, leaving you both sitting side by side, while you anxiously awaited the drinks.

the mood at the table was light, everyone chatting away. haneul took a seat on the other side, eager to be closer to the staff she was interested in, which meant you wouldn’t be on her radar for a while.

you turned your attention to sicheng as he exchanged a few words with the director, and suddenly, it hit you: why were you freaking out about him? it was just a kiss. a brief, heated moment between two adults that didn’t mean a thing. there was no reason for you to keep acting so weird about it all day. after all, he was still sicheng, your rival. you just happened to kiss him.

sure, a few other things almost happened, too, but... it didn’t mean anything. you were just practicing, after all. yeah. you weren’t affected by it. not even a little. mhm.

you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you made these sharp observations, feeling a bit more at ease.

“why are you looking at me like that?” sicheng raised an eyebrow, noticing the way you were smiling at him, as if you were staring at someone who’d just failed a basic math test.

“nothing, it’s just too much for your mind to handle,” you waved your hand dismissively, taking a sip of your drink that had just arrived. your words, along with the casual shrug, made him smile and shake his head.

“oh, i’m actually curious about something,” one of the co-actors began, snapping his fingers at you and the man beside you. “do you two really know each other from high school?"

sicheng’s face lit up at the question, clearly happy. then he looked at you, who wasn’t exactly sharing his enthusiasm, and his smile grew even wider. “yes! yes, we do. we were inseparable back then.”

you furrowed your brows at his words. “you mean you followed me around.”

“isn’t that basically the same thing?”

“it’s not."

“anyways,” he shrugged, “it was because of her that I started to get into theater.”

“and i’ve been regretting that ever since,” you added with a smirk.

a few giggles spread through the table at your playful banter, the lighthearted atmosphere catching everyone off guard. it was clear they were starting to see you both in a new light.

“so, all this time you were actually friends? and here we thought you didn’t get along when it’s just your way of showing friendship,” one colleague commented, raising a curious eyebrow.

“no, that’s not—”

“right? that explains why they have such great chemistry!” another colleague cut you off. “i mean, the kiss scene? that must’ve been awkward with a friend, but it probably makes it easier too, doesn’t it?”

“oh, it’s not that,” sicheng began. “it’s because last night we—”

a loud thud echoed as sicheng’s knee slammed into the table, his words cut off mid-sentence. he turned to you, confused, after you had stomped on his foot under the table.

“oops, how clumsy of me,” you said with a saccharine smile, your voice light but your eyes burning into his. “sorry about that.”

he blinked, clearly perplexed, but nodded slowly and turned back to the group. “anyway, as i was saying, we had a—”

this time, you pressed your heel down on his foot with deliberate force. he hissed in pain, snapping his head back toward you. but you didn’t even flinch, your gaze fixed ahead as if you were entirely innocent.

he narrowed his eyes slightly, then leaned closer, sliding a hand onto your thigh. His grip was firm, not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you from trying anything else. the sudden contact made you tense, and your head snapped toward him, your wide, confused eyes locking with his.

“we just had a little talk and came to an agreement,” he said smoothly, his voice calm and convincing.

“oh, that makes sense,” one of your colleagues hummed, nodding as if it all clicked. “that’s why everything worked out so well in the end. you should have done it since the beginning tho!”

sicheng’s words were deliberate, as if he’d sensed your discomfort from the start and had chosen his lie to protect the fragile truth you wanted to hide. but you couldn’t even focus on what he was saying anymore.

your mind was too preoccupied with his hand placement. his thumb was now tracing slow, deliberate circles on your thigh, hidden under the table. your stomach tightened at the warmth spreading through you, that annoying, fluttery feeling you wished you could suppress.

without a word, you picked up your drink and took a long, steady sip, as if the alcohol could somehow cool the heat in your chest.

god, this was going to be a long night.

oh, you were right.

after managing to wrangle sicheng into the passenger seat of your car, you slammed the door shut and made your way to the driver’s side.

sliding into your seat, you shot him an annoyed look, letting out a long, exasperated sigh.

driving a drunk sicheng home was definitely not part of your plans for the night. but somehow, the crew had unanimously decided to throw him at you because, apparently, the two of you were now best friends. all because you shared some ancient history, and probably because he’d grown unusually clingy after a few too many drinks.

you tried to refuse, insisted that you didn’t want to be responsible for him, but they’d waved you off with the ultimate argument: you were the only one who knew his address.

fantastic.

“you stupid idiot,” you hissed, leaning over to fasten his seatbelt. “if you can’t handle alcohol, why did you even come?”

his eyes, half-closed and heavy with sleep, fluttered open as he turned his head toward you. “because you were coming too,” he slurred, his voice barely above a whisper. “i wanted to be with you.”

you froze, his words catching you completely off guard. your surprised gaze met his drunken one, and you hated how fast your heart was racing. this was absurd.

a small, lazy smile tugged at his lips as he murmured your name, so soft it almost sounded tender.

“you’re so pretty,” he mumbled, his head lolling slightly as he leaned closer. “i want to kiss you.”

to say you were malfunctioning from all this sudden talk was an understatement. the way he said it — soft, unguarded — made it far too tempting to close the small gap between you. for a split second, you almost gave in again. almost.

but with a sharp shake of your head, you snapped yourself out of it. instead of letting your lips meet his, you shoved your hand against his mouth and pushed him back firmly.

“as if i’d do something like that,” you scoffed, leaning back into your seat and starting the car.

from the corner of your eye, you caught the way he pouted, looking like a sulky child.

“you’re always so mean to me,” he mumbled, his voice muffled but unmistakably petulant.

“it’s your fault for being like that,” you shot back, your eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. “now shut up. i can’t focus on driving with your annoying voice in my head.”

“yes, ma’am,” he murmured softly, his tone almost obedient. he didn’t even try to argue, instead leaning back against the seat and drifting off to sleep. the car fell into silence, broken only by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the erratic pounding of your heart.

“god, i must be crazy,” you muttered under your breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter as if it could steady your own thoughts.

the peaceful silence during the drive to his house was doing wonders to calm your racing thoughts and your heart. you kept repeating to yourself that he was just drunk, that his words didn’t mean anything. even you, who hadn’t had much to drink, were clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol.

that was the only explanation you could cling to, the only thing that brought you any comfort in the moment.

a relieved sigh escaped your lips as you parked in front of his apartment. the street was quiet, the dim glow of the streetlights casting soft shadows over the building. turning to him, you called out in a firm, loud voice.

“we’re here. wake up.”

no reaction. not even a flinch.

“sicheng,” you tried again, leaning over to tap his shoulder. still nothing.

“come on,” you grumbled, grabbing his shoulder and giving him a light shake. “wake up!”

absolutely no response.

with a growing sense of irritation, you grabbed both of his shoulders and shook him with all the frustration of someone at the end of their rope. “WAKE UP!”

but it was pointless. he remained blissfully asleep, the alcohol rendering him completely oblivious. you let out a defeated sigh, releasing him as he slumped back into his seat, and pinched the bridge of your nose.

this night just kept getting better.

you couldn’t just leave him passed out on the street — though you seriously considered the idea for a good few seconds. but, in the end, you had no choice but to do something you absolutely didn’t want to do.

“dong sicheng, you better be ready for your death sentence tomorrow,” you muttered through gritted teeth, adjusting his limp body onto your back. he was surprisingly heavy, and you were giving it everything you had to carry him while he, of course, enjoyed the sleep of his life, his soft breaths tickling the back of your neck.

staggering inside the building as quickly as you could, you headed straight for the elevator. you only knew exactly where he lived because, back when you were hunting for a new apartment, you’d toured this building. of course, you’d had the misfortune of running into him that day. sicheng had happily joined your tour, turning it into his personal showcase of his apartment. at least it made it easy to cross this building off your list.

reaching the elevator, you pressed the button, only to stop cold when you noticed the maintenance notice taped to the door.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you groaned, staring at the sign like it might change its mind.

sicheng lived on the 11th floor.

this was going to be a nightmare.

to sum up the nigh, believe it or not, you actually climbed the stairs to the 11th floor with sicheng slumped over your back. every step felt like a herculean effort, but you kept telling yourself this was the fastest way to be rid of him.

when you finally reached his door, breathless and drenched in sweat, life decided to have one last laugh at your expense. a keypad lock blinked back at you mockingly.

you stared at it, utterly defeated.

after a moment of recovery, you tried every password you could think of: his birthday, his acting debut date, his mom’s birthday, even your birthday. nothing worked. each failed attempt pushed you closer to a breakdown.

which is how you ended up here: sicheng sprawled out comfortably on your bed, snoring softly, while you stood there, glaring at him with the fury of someone who had well and truly hit their limit.

getting mad wouldn’t do you any good right now. it wasn’t like you could argue with someone who was completely knocked out. all you could do was accept the situation and leave it for the morning, when he’d hopefully be conscious enough to face the consequences.

taking a deep, calming breath, you laid down beside him. there was no way you were sleeping on the couch. too uncomfortable. and besides, the only reason he was in your bed to begin with was because the living room felt like it was miles away, and you absolutely refused to carry him any farther than you already had.

so here you were, stuck sharing a bed with dong sicheng.

“unbelievable,” you muttered, turning your back to him as if that would help you ignore the fact that he was there at all.

but it didn't take long for you to turn to look him, letting your eyes linger on his sleeping face. his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and his hair fell messily across his forehead, brushing against his soft features. you had to admit, he was ridiculously handsome. there was a princely air about him, something in the elegance of his delicate features that always seemed to catch your attention no matter how hard you tried to look away.

your gaze wandered, tracing the curve of his nose, the sharp line of his jaw, the faint lashes resting against his cheek. and then your eyes stopped on his lips, plump, rosy, and slightly parted.

you swallowed hard.

okay. maybe you wanted to kiss him again.

and maybe, just maybe, you could finally admit that the kiss had affected you far more than you’d been willing to let yourself believe.

your gaze drifted lower, trailing down the curve of his neck. the first few buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, teasing you with a glimpse of his collarbone and the faint rise and fall of his chest. your eyes wandered further, catching on his hands, broad and elegant, resting lazily by his side.

your brows furrowed slightly as your mind betrayed you, flashing back to the feeling of those hands on your skin.

okay. maybe you wanted to fuck him too.

you quickly looked away, dragging a hand over your face before resting your arm across your eyes, as if that would block out the whirlwind of thoughts spiraling in your mind.

“god,” you muttered under your breath, “i must really be losing it.”

the shrill sound of your phone alarm jolted you awake, your face twisting in irritation as you blindly slapped around the bed. after a few failed attempts, your hand finally found the device buried under your pillow, and you silenced it with a hiss.

groaning, you kept your eyes shut and your head buried in the mattress, hoping to reclaim the comfort of sleep, but it was useless. letting out a defeated sigh, you blinked your eyes open and... froze.

the bed was empty.

you shot upright, the sudden absence snapping you fully awake. your eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of life. nothing. quickly, you got up and began pacing through your house.

sicheng was gone.

“you stupid bastard,” you hissed, gritting your teeth as a wave of disbelief hit you. “i even carried his dead weight all night for him to leave without so much as a thank you?!” your fists clenched as you let out an incredulous scoff. “dong sicheng, you are so damned.”

a small, frustrated scream left your lips as you stomped toward the bathroom. a nice, scalding shower, it was the only thing that could save both your sanity and sicheng's life at this point.

but, contrary to what you imagined, the bath only cleared your mind enough to make you even more irritated with the situation. it was an affront, an insult! you were going to make sicheng pay for this humiliation! a great outrage! you could already see your hands wrapped around his neck and—

a knock on the door cut through your murderous thoughts. taking a deep breath, you walked over to open it, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of the man you’d been cursing standing there with that infuriating smile.

freshly dressed and looking nothing like the disaster he’d been before, sicheng radiated ease. but you couldn’t care less about his annoyingly perfect face right now.

“i’m gonna kill you with my own two hands, so get ready,” you growled, stalking closer with your fingers curled as if ready to strangle him.

“hey, hey, calm down,” he said, laughing softly as he caught your wrists in his hands, his touch warm and steady. his smile grew wider, completely unfazed by your murderous intent.

"are you seriously asking me to calm down?" you snapped, attempting to push forward again, but he held your wrists tighter, his grip firm yet gentle.

"i know you're mad," he said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your wrist. the warmth of his lips brushing your skin sent a jolt through you, your resolve faltering. disoriented, you found yourself staring at him, momentarily forgetting why you were even angry. "and i'm here to apologize, of course," he added, his tone dripping with sincerity, though that playful glint in his eyes made you suspicious.

"i climbed up and down eleven floors with you on my back," you managed to say, your voice carrying a hint of annoyance despite your disoriented state. his surprised expression told you everything: he didn’t remember half of what happened last night. "an 'i'm sorry' isn't enough to save your ass."

"i know," he nodded, resisting the urge to ask for a full recap. "which is why i already reserved a table for us at your favorite restaurant."

"what?" you blinked, confused. "how do you even know what my favorite restaurant is?"

"because i’m interested in you," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "any other reason would just be an excuse, don’t you think?"

your jaw nearly dropped. this was exactly what you liked and hated about him: he was always unapologetically sincere.

you stood there, at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond. but he, of course, didn't miss a beat and took your silence as an answer.

“then it’s settled!” he said with that all-too-confident smile. “let’s go.”

and once again, your silly heart betrayed you, too caught up in the moment to resist.

the place was near your house. it wasn’t anything extravagant, but it had its own charm. cozy, inviting, warm, it felt almost like a safe haven for you. a perfect find for your new place, tucked away from prying eyes.

“and that’s everything you put me through,” you finished recounting the events of last night to him, carefully omitting a few details, like the part where he said he wanted to kiss you or when you accidentally knocked his head on the door frame while trying to get him into your bedroom.

sicheng’s face turned a deep shade of red as he fanned himself with one hand, the other clutching his glass of water. he avoided your gaze for a moment, clearly embarrassed, before stealing a quick sip.

he only remembered bits and pieces of last night, but from what you described, it was worse than he had imagined. guilt settled heavily on his shoulders as he listened.

“i’m really so sorry,” he said, his voice soft and genuine, his wide, puppy-like eyes locking onto yours. “i’m not usually like this. i overdid it yesterday, and i caused you so much trouble. i’m sorry.”

you finished your meal, casually listening to his concerned words. honestly, seeing that guilty, almost childlike expression on his face was oddly satisfying. if you were being fair, dealing with him drunk wasn’t that bad, he was mostly well-behaved. but it was part of your nature to make a big deal out of things, especially when it came to him. besides, a free lunch at your favorite spot had done wonders to smooth over your irritation.

“you’re lucky i’m a very nice person,” you said, shrugging with a mock air of superiority. “i’ll accept all that and forgive you… this time.”

his shoulders relaxed, the tension visibly draining from his body. since the moment he woke up and found you sleeping soundly against his chest, he knew he had messed up. the guilt had weighed heavily on him, and he’d spent the entire morning running through a million different ways to make it up to you. seeing you willing to forgive him so easily was a relief he hadn’t expected.

“thank you,” he said softly, his gaze warm and sincere. “i promise i’ll be more careful next time.”

you raised an eyebrow, your tone teasing. “next time? you think there’s gonna be a next time?”

he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “okay, bad choice of words.”

you chuckled at his words, resting your chin on your palm as you leaned closer, a curious glint in your eyes.

“by the way,” you began casually, “you said a couple of funny things last night too.”

“hmm, really?” he raised his brows slightly, feigning ignorance while signaling the waiter for a dessert. “like what?”

“like going to the meeting just because i was going,” you replied, narrowing your eyes slightly, testing if his drunk words held any truth.

“oh, yeah,” he nodded nonchalantly, turning his attention back to you. “i heard you mention it, so i thought it’d be fun to tag along.”

“saying you're interested in me all of a sudden, still following me around like a lost puppy…” you trailed off, lips curling into a faint smirk. “do you have a crush on me or something?”

“what do you think?” he shot back, mimicking your posture as he leaned in, resting his chin on his palm, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“you know it’s stupid to answer a question with another question, right?” you gave him a bored look, but your tone was far from serious. “but if you do like me, i can only assume you’re a masochist.”

his laughter bubbled up before he could stop it, bright and genuine “what? i’m not a masochist! where is that coming from?”

“well, I’m not exactly nice to you,” you shrugged, feigning indifference. “like, I kinda hate you, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“you do not hate me.”

“yes, i do?”

“no, you don’t.”

“yes, i do.”

“do you kiss everyone you hate?”

your smugness evaporated in an instant, replaced by embarrassment. “shut up,” you muttered, leaning back in your chair, refusing to meet his eyes as he grinned victoriously.

“now that this came up,” he tilted his head, studying you intently, “we never really talked about that, did we? you’ve been avoiding it all day, then i had that little… drunken incident, and we just never addressed it.”

“well, that’s because there’s nothing to talk about,” you shrugged, doing your best to sound casual and unaffected, even as your grip tightened slightly on your glass.

“hmm, is that so?” he clicked his tongue, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his tone turned teasing. “going through all that trouble to get me home safe, kissing me, sleeping all cuddled up on me… you know, i’m starting to think you’re the one who likes me.”

your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “excuse me?”

“oh, don’t look so shocked,” he chuckled, leaning forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand again. “i mean, actions speak louder than words, don’t they? and your actions…” he trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air as his grin widened.

“first of all, and most importantly, i did not sleep cuddling you,” you said, your tone sharp as if he’d just told you the worst joke of the century.

“oh? but you did,” he replied smoothly, nodding with absolute confidence. “when i woke up, you were hugging me like i was your favorite teddy bear or something.”

“i would never—”

“oh, our dessert, finally!” he interrupted, his face lighting up as the waiter placed the sweet tart on the table. “it looks delicious,” he added, completely shifting gears, as if your denial wasn’t the least bit convincing.

“are you seriously gonna end things like that?” you asked, disbelief heavy in your voice.

“here, say ‘aah,’” he said, raising a spoonful of pie toward your mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“i'm not doing it.”

“say aah.”

“i said i'm not.”

he didn’t budge, just kept looking at you with that infuriatingly cute and bright smile that you couldn’t seem to resist. with an exasperated sigh, you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, turning your head away. but, of course, you leaned in slightly, opening your mouth just enough for him to slide the spoon past your lips.

your frown quickly softened into an expression of pure delight as the flavors burst on your tongue. the bittersweet tang of the strawberry, the velvety richness of the custard, and the flaky crust of the tart all mingled perfectly. you couldn’t help but sigh and hum in satisfaction. it was that good.

“now that’s a great reaction,” sicheng said, amusement dancing in his voice.

you raised a brow at him, narrowing your eyes slightly.

“besides the faces you make when you’re acting, this has to be one of the most charming expressions i’ve ever seen you make. and those little sounds you’re making? delightful,” he added with a teasing grin.

you nearly choked. “what is wrong with you?”

“i’m just being honest,” he chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “i want to see it again,” he said, holding out the spoon toward you. “open your mouth for me.”

“…no.”

“oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “do you really not want to?”

you couldn’t help but think that maybe you were the one with something wrong, because before you even realized it, you silently opened your mouth again, earning a satisfied smirk from him.

“hmm, so greedy.”

“by the way,” you glanced at him, who was walking beside you as you both made your way to your place. “why did you go home so early?”

“why? were you upset that my face wasn’t the first thing you saw in the morning?”

“forget i ever asked anything and just die for all i care.”

sicheng laughed at your annoyed expression. “it’s nothing much,” he shrugged. “i just couldn’t take you on a date smelling like alcohol, right? i wanted to apologize in nice clothes, at least.”

“this was not a date,” you said quickly, hoping to shut him down.

“yes, it was.”

“don’t even start,” you lifted a hand to stop him from going any further, making him laugh once again.

“here we are, safe and sound,” he said as you both stopped in front of your door.

you cursed yourself when you suddenly felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of the moment with him coming to an end. you wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with him, to be honest…

“finally, this infernal time beside you is over,” your words were at odds with your feelings as you looked at him.

“whatever you say, sweetie,” he responded with a fond smile.

it should be illegal for someone to look at you like that, your chest tightening at the soft, affectionate smile he gave you. you hated it. hated how his gaze made everything inside you stir, how it made your heart skip a beat against your will. you wanted to be angry, to push him away, but all you could do was stand there, feeling something you didn’t want to feel.

“you’ll burn a hole into me if you keep staring like that,” he teased, tilting his chin slightly as if silently telling you to come inside, and only then would he head home.

you couldn’t quite understand what had gotten into you when you cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss. you just wanted to feel his lips again, even if just for a moment, just one more time, that would be enough.

sicheng was caught off guard, but didn’t pull away, letting you lead. you froze, eyes wide, your gaze meeting his.

“i-i’m sorry,” you muttered, suddenly feeling foolish. why had you kissed him just like that?

as you tried to step back, his hands locked around you, holding you steady. he gripped your waist, his eyes burning with desire.

“if you cling to me like this, all i can do is kiss you,” his voice was low, soft. “and that’s fine… if all you want is kisses,” he gave you a meaningful look.

if only kisses were enough to throw your mind and body into disarray… maybe you were greedy, as he’d said, but you weren’t satisfied.

“i want more…” you whispered, barely audible.

that was all he needed to hear before pulling you into another kiss, his tongue urgently invading your mouth as you responded with equal intensity.

you fumbled with the door handle, trying to opem it, while sicheng pushed you inside, never breaking the kiss. he closed the door behind you, his hands guiding you toward your room without hesitation, already knowing the way.

you both nearly stumbled as you hurriedly kicked off your shoes, chuckling against each other's lips. With a quick movement, sicheng laid you down on your bed, his lips trailing kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. his hands slipped under your shirt, gently caressing your skin.

"i can't believe we're doing this," you murmured, a soft whimper escaping you.

“i told you," he mumbled back, his lips sucking lightly on your skin, peppering the area with soft kisses to soothe you. “you like me.”

well, it's not like you're in any position to argue right now.

he wasted no time in pulling your shirt over your head, exposing your bare torso. “fuck, you're so hot,” he hissed, sucking on his bottom lip as he couldn't help but admire the sight of your hardened nipples, feeling his cock twitch inside his pants.

“stop staring and do something,” your needy voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he was quick to obey your words.

sicheng leaned down to wrap his lips around your breast, his warm, wet tongue swirling around your nipples and sucking hard. your toes curled at the sensation and you moaned softly as you closed your eyes, your fingers tangling in his hair.

as he continued his ministrations on your breasts, his hands found the waistband of your pants. you lifted your hips a little to help him pull them down along your lacy panties, kicking them to somewhere else.

you opened your eyes to look at him, feeling even wetter as you watched him sucking on your tits like he was having a feast. you held his face and made him release your breast, a soft 'pop' sound was heard as he pulled away, looking at you with half lidded eyes.

you shiver slightly as you feel the cool breeze hit your wet breasts, already missing the feeling of his warm tongue on you, but you really wanted to kiss him even more and that's exactly what you did as you pulled him up to attack his lips.

“you taste so good,” he groaned into your mouth, his hand caressing your inner thigh and squeezing it lightly to emphasize his words. his fingers moved up to find yoyr dripping pussy, sliding along your slit and coating his fingers with your juices. “so wet already, you were really waiting for this, huh?” he buried his face in your neck, smoothing your skin with kisses.

it was too embarrassing to admit it and it wasn't like you needed to since your body had been betraying you enough for quite some time now, so all you could do was move your hips down, trying to get his fingers inside you.

“oh, eager, aren’t we?” he teased, lifting his head to meet your gaze, his smirk growing as he noticed the way you bit your lip, your brows furrowed, and your breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

“please, don’t start teasing now,” you murmured, your voice soft but edged with a hint of urgency. you held back from saying anything too daring, not wanting to give him more fuel to prolong his playful torment.

he only chuckled softly, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek before capturing your lips again. this time, he didn’t hold back, finally giving you what you wanted.

a sharp intake of breath escaped your lips as he slid two fingers inside you, thrusting them steadily. he could feel your tight, warm heat clasping around his digits, letting him even more anxious to bury his cock deep inside you.

he began to rub soft circles on your clit with his thumb as he took your breast into his mouth again, the combined actions making you squirm beneath him and moan louder.

he curled and scissored his fingers inside you, soon feeling the way you clenched around them. "close already?" he asked as he raised his eyebrows, and your response was just a fierce nod followed by soft whimpers.

your confirmation made him withdraw his fingers and you whined almost in despair, feeling empty and unsatisfied as he wouldn't let you finish.

"calm down, princess," he lightly slapped your thigh. "i want you to cum on my cock, hm?" he kissed the tip of your nose as he finally got rid of his own clothes and quickly positioned himself between your legs. he collected some of your fluids to spread along his shaft, hard as a rock, twitching with need. "i'm gonna fill this pussy up so good,” he was as impatient as you, so he only teased your entrace with his tip and entered you slowly, grinding against your sensitive clit.

your hands gripped the sheets tightly as you felt him stretching you, filling up any remaining space in your pussy, while he groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the way your pussy gripped him tightly as if it never wanted to let him go.

"god, you feel so good," he began to thrust his hips against your pelvis slowly, he could feel your tight heat enveloping him, pulling him deeper. one of his hands gripped your hip, holding you in place as he fucked you. "that's it, taking me so well," he encouraged, his pace slow and steady, letting you feel every inch of him.

he’s played with you a lot already, so it didn’t take long for you to feel your climax building again, and he seemed to notice it as he picked up the pace, leaning down to bury his face in your neck.

“cum for me, baby,” he bites you gently and pull away from your neck to watch your face, using his fingers to pinch your clit and bring you to the edge. wrapping your legs around his waist, your breath hitched in your throat as you clenched around him, feeling the knot in your stomach unravel as you creamed his cock.

he wasn’t that far behind you, the whole intense moment was enough to bring him to the edge too, he kept pounding into you and pulled out just in time to empty himself, covering your stomach with his release.

you looked so hot like that that he had to hold back the urge to bury himself inside you again immediately. he let a bit more of his weight press against you, his lips finding yours once more in a lingering kiss.

"okay," you murmured against his lips, slightly breathless, making him chuckle softly. "maybe I like you... just a little bit now."

"just a little?" he teased, nibbling your lower lip with a playful smirk. "didn't seem like 'just a little' to me."

you tilted your head, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "i think we need to try it all over again so i can decide for sure.”

[jackie-mae]

with your outfit drawings for the mystreet character. im so curious about with vylad having outfits for s2-s6, if you want can you expand upon on that?

I WOULD LOVE TOO >:3c

Long and Short of it is I've always hated how Vylad was there in Mystreet S1, PDH S1 and then he just... dropped off the face of the earth after that. It always irked me a bit when it would show Garroth and Zane having brotherly bonding moments (and trauma) and always having the thought of (Man wasn't there a third brother in all this?) there in the back of my mind.

I'm now going to do some little bullet points of my Vylads role in S2-6 but this is a great time to mention I've never seen past S4 so I'm running on Wiki Lore and the gospel of AO3 and @catzgam3rz; who collaborates (Read: Infodump and Ramble) on a hypothetical rewrite with me so it gets vague and murky for the later seasons.

S1:

Basically the same as canon (as in S1 is kinda just slice of life) but instead of Vylad just travelling around the world he is an off the grid hunter that wanders the wilderness all the time (The freak)

This is based on my very fuzzy memories of MCD Vylad always kinda just being in trees as he watched Lady Aphmau in the early seasons so I just put Mystreet Vylad in trees for fun this time

Has a vaguely similar relationship to his brothers as in MCD. in the sense it's better with Garroth and more strained with Zane

S2:

Goes to LLP with the rest of the main cast (which consists of the 11 big designs I made) because season 2 is not when you should be writing out characters Jessica

He wears little rainboots and unlike Laurance (Who FYI wears cowboy boots a majority of the time) the rest of the cast did not get him into flip flops before he went trudging into the ocean (again a freak)

I like to imagine that if any drama is going on in the story you could always see him floating around on an inner tube off in the distance

S3:

Again back to slice of life so he does a lot of shenanigans with the cast here

This is the season where the shadow knights feature but for the life of me, I cannot remember if Vylad was officially a part of them or not (And his Wikia is not even a paragraph~) But if it turns out he was there'll probably be more shenanigans around that.

He ends up leaving mid-season (Fall ish?) to go on a hunting expedition

S4:

Oh hey look Vylad is back because we don't believe in writing characters off with little rhyme or reason Jessica

Vylads hunting expedition ends up being in the same area as the lodge. and we all know nothing bad happens there!

there's now a little ski village downhill from the lodge which is where Vylad is staying at seasons start. He's good friends with a lot of the people there.

He's a werewolf now... Don't worry about it!

Oh, what's this? Is that relationship building between him and Zane on the horizon? Well, that won't hurt at all, will it?

AY:

A not-alone buddy comforts his not-alone buddy (I do not know much about Aphmau's Year but know it's short so that's all I got)

S5:

As he is a part of the Lodge crew he gets to go to Starlight!

Possibly is involved in a certain shenanigan with his brothers I'll be posting a comic about that in a few days

Get's lost constantly. Figures Starlight being an island means he can't really get lost since he'll hit ocean eventually and refuses to acknowledge how big said island is.

Doesn't float around like in S2 but you can still find him wading on the shore in his boots

being a hyperattentive freak, he get's some bad vibes from the island sooner than most

S6

Gonna be honest, me and Catz have not watched all of When angels fall but are planning to soon so I'll just leave you with the fun fact that all of my season 6 designs are supposed echo my MCD's designs for the characters (Since S6 is when it was decided hey maybe Diaries is really important here now)

TLDR: Vylad was shafted in Mystreet so I'm fix it

[fairytaleendingss]

heyoooo🫶 idk if you'd be in interesting in something like this but for the past couple of weeks I've been thinking of a loser!hazel (basically canon hazel) x popular!reader musicaltheater!au, wherein the school is doing heathers the musical, reader plays veronica and hazel plays jd and hazel is super shy and awkward (*cough* hazel likes reader *cough*) and they need to like bond or whatever and hazel confesses that she's really nervous about the 'sex scene' in Dead Girl Walking, so reader tries to make her more comfortable, and it can sfw or nsfw whatever you prefer really. hopefully this made sense and im looking forward to reading it if you decide you want to write it. either way thank you in advance🩷🩷

Dead Girl Walking

Summary: Hazel ends up getting a leading role in the school musical and feels way out of her comfort zone. To make matters worse, she's acting opposite her long time crush. Luckily, there's someone there to make her feel a little more at ease.

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

CW: Sexual References.

Heyy! Thanks for the request! This is a really fun one. I hope you're happy with me keeping it sfw, I'm not really comfortable writing smut.

On another note, I'm actually a singer and I LOVE Heathers. Writing this made me really want to try to learn this song (it's way out of my vocal range haha) and it's literally been stuck in my head for over a week at this point.

Also masc lesbian JD is literally all I can think about now.

Anyway, enjoy!

--

Hazel was surprised, to say the least, when she read the cast list for the school production of "Heathers" and saw that she was casted as JD. This was her first time even auditioning so the revelation had been quite a shock.

Upon discussion with her drama teacher, she was informed that they'd decided to go with an unconventional route for the character. One that had something to do with the fact that "not a single boy in this entire school has even a lick of musical talent,". Safe to say she felt pretty good about herself when she saw Jeff's utterly offended expression as he examined the paper.

Hazel wasn't surprised, however, when she saw that you had been cast as the role of Veronica. You were the most talented singer in the school, an experienced musician and performer and the obvious choice for the lead role.

Although not unexpected, Hazel's stomach dropped at the thought of working across from you.

Not because she didn't like you. In fact, it was the opposite. Every interaction you'd had with each other over the years, had been very pleasant. It was merely due to the fact that she harbored a massive, mortifying crush on you that caused her to turn into a bumbling fool whenever you were around.

She had no idea how she was going to get through this musical.

___

"I'm sorry. You what?" PJ exclaimed.

They were sitting in their regular spot on the bleachers and Hazel had just broken the news about her involvement in the production, only to be met with a flurry of surprise from her two friends.

"I needed the extra credit," Hazel shrugged in response.

"When you told us you signed up for the musical, I thought you meant on the tech crew or something. Not auditioned for the lead!"

Hazel looked up at PJ who's eyes were wide with surprise.

"Well technically, Y/N is the lead. It's more of a supporting role."

PJ flopped down onto the seat beside her. "This is crazy."

"I didn't even know you could sing," Josie pondered, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Guys, I think you're missing the point here," Hazel sighed. "I have to play Y/n's love interest. We're going to have to... kiss and be romantic and stuff."

"Um, isn't that a good thing? You've been obsessed with her for like, ever," PJ remarked. "If I got to stage kiss Brittney every day after school, I'd be taking advantage of it."

Hazel just groaned and put her head in her hands. "But every time I'm around her I just end up embarrassing myself. I never know what to say to her."

"Well, maybe this is a good opportunity," Josie argued. "I mean, you'll have a script this time to read from."

"Yeah, exactly!" PJ added. "It would be the perfect way to get closer to her. I'm telling you, enjoy it."

Hazel bit her lip, running a hand through her short, raven hair.

"Okay. Maybe you guys are right."

--

Hazel quickly began to think she was in over her head with the whole musical thing. She was two weeks into rehearsals and still hadn't managed to memorise all her lines. She'd spent the entirety of the previous weekend reading and re-reading the script and yet, she just couldn't seem to properly grasp it. Besides, she'd never been in a musical before, let alone as one of the leads. She was a shaky, stuttering, nervous mess whenever it was her turn to act and every time she found herself in the gym surrounded by experienced theatre kids, she felt completely out of her comfort zone.

And then there was the issue of you.

During rehearsal she just couldn't seem to stop staring at you. Whenever you sang, you took her breath away. You're beauty and confidence and charisma were so radiant that she couldn't seem to pull her eyes away. Which unfortunately posed a challenge when she had lines of her own to deliver.

"Hazel!"

"Huh?" she was snapped from her thoughts by the call of Mrs Wyatt, the school's drama teacher and director of the production.

"It's your line."

"Oh. Uh..." She quickly looked down, flipping through her script. She'd been so distracted by your performance that she seemed to have lost her place.

"Okay, let's take five," Mrs Wyatt sighed after a moment and Hazel cursed herself internally. She just couldn't seem to get the hang of it. If truth be told, she was beginning to have second thoughts.

"Hazel, can you come here for a moment please?"

She fidgeted nervously as Mrs Wyatt pulled her aside from the rest of the group. She looked down at her sternly behind large, turquoise glasses.

"What's going on?" She asked, crossed her arms over her chest.

Hazel cowered under her gaze. "I'm sorry. I'm trying to remember all these lines but it's all a little overwhelming."

The woman tutted at her. "Well, you're going to have to try harder. I took a risk in casting you in this role, my dear. Having a female JD is completely untraditional. However, I decided it would be the best choice if I wanted to make this musical great. You have a nice voice Hazel, but if you want to succeed, you have to commit to the role."

Hazel nodded. "I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Be better," Mrs Wyatt chided before striding away and leaving Hazel alone with her thoughts.

She ran a hand over her face, staring down at the script in her hands. What the hell was she doing here? PJ was right, she should've just joined the tech crew.

"Hey, don't worry about her."

Hazel jumped when a voice sounded from behind her. She spun around, heat rising in her cheeks when she saw it was you standing there, gazing at her softly with sympathetic eyes.

"She's like that with everyone," you continued. "This musical is kind of her pride and joy. She takes it very seriously."

"Thanks," Hazel murmured, feeling somewhat naked in your presence.

You just smiled down at her kindly and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, an action that made Hazel's stomach flutter.

"You know, I could help you with the lines if you like. This is actually one of my favourite shows. I pretty much know the whole script back to front," you chuckled.

Hazel swallowed hard, her eyes widening. The thought of getting to spend extra time with you, one on one was simultaneously a dream and a thought that made her hands grow clammy. Still, she remembered what PJ and Josie had said earlier. It was a good opportunity, one that she may never have again. And she really did need the help.

"Um, yeah sure. That would be great."

"Cool!" you responded brightly, sending her a sweet smile. "I'm free this afternoon. Maybe we could go to your place after rehearsal?"

Hazel froze for a moment, her heart rate speeding up at the thought of you actually spending time at her house. Her mind spun as she tried to remember the state of things when she left this morning. God, she hoped her Mum wouldn't be home.

She hadn't realised she'd forgotten to respond until you spoke again.

"...Or not? Sorry, maybe it was too forward to invite myself over like that."

"No! No!" Hazel rushed to amend. "I-I mean, it's fine. I'm free. We can go to mine."

"Okay, great," you nodded, your mouth twitching upwards once more. "Well, we should, ah, probably get back to rehearsal. Mrs Wyatt with have a fit if we delay any more."

"Oh yeah, right."

You turned, giving her one last reassuring look before heading back towards the group. Hazel couldn't help but stare in awe for a moment longer. What on earth had she gotten herself into?

---

The thought of what was to come at the end of the day, made her even more nervous for the rest of rehearsal. The whole time, her stomach was lurching in nervous anticipation. She didn't know whether to be excited and immensely anxious.

After rehearsal ended, the two of you walked out to Hazel's car. She spent the whole time fidgeting with the rings on her fingers and trying to come up with something to say.

The car ride to her house was mostly silent, punctuated by idle small-talk here and there and the background music playing softly from the radio. Hazel tried not to focus on how sweaty her hands were.

Eventually you pulled into the driveway and Hazel took a moment to compose herself. If she was being honest, she'd dreamed of this moment for a long time. You being at her house, having you all to herself. But now that it was happening, she didn't quite know how to act.

"Um, here we are," she mumbled.

As you stepped out of the car, your eyes widened.

"Holy shit, Hazel! Your house is huge!"

Hazel chuckled nervously. "Yeah, it's pretty nice I guess. Would you like to go inside?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

She led you inside and after a short tour of the premises, the two of you headed up to her bedroom.

"This is nice, Hazel!" you stated, glancing around the room at her collection of figurines and gaming setup in the far corner.

She blushed, scratching the back of her neck. "Thanks. Yeah, I like it."

You sent her a soft smile before sitting yourself down at the end of her bed. She stayed put, staying planted across the room, staring awkwardly.

You chuckled, patting the bed beside you. "Come sit down."

"Oh, uh-" she deposited her backpack on the floor by the door and hurried to take a seat beside you.

You scooted closer to her, your legs brushing. She felt a jolt of anxiety wash through her and she couldn't quite meet your eyes.

"Hazel," you muttered after a moment.

"You don't have to be nervous around me you know?"

Hazel inhaled sharply.

"I just mean, I know how you feel. I was nervous about my first musical as well. But I'm here to help you okay? You can trust me."

"I just have no idea what I'm doing," Hazel admitted. "I feel like I was the wrong choice for this role."

"Hazel, look at me." You took her hands in yours and she felt her heart stutter as she finally met your gaze, seeing the warm sincerity that lingered in your beautiful eyes.

"You were the perfect choice for this role. I've heard you sing. You're incredible. Mrs Wyatt doesn't just give out roles to anyone. She really believes in you, okay? and so do I."

Hazel couldn't help but feel a little more at ease with your words. She let a soft smile graze her lips.

"Thanks. I needed that."

"It's the truth," you told her. "Besides, between you and me. I much prefer working opposite a female love interest."

Hazel's eyes widened. Did this mean what she thought it meant? Could it be possible that you also liked girls?

"I, uh-"

Before she had a chance to respond, you were leaning down towards your backpack and grabbing out your script.

"Now, why don't we start with 'Freeze Your Brain'."

---

Over the next few weeks, the two of you began to grow closer. Every afternoon after rehearsal, you'd go to her house and practice running lines. Hazel, although nervous at first, was reveling in the chance to spend all this extra time with you. She was growing more and more fond of you, every moment you spent together, and if she was being honest, she was starting to get sad at the thought of the musical eventually coming to an end.

She's started to get the hang of performing as well, with your help and she even began to enjoy rehearsals. You and Hazel would often laugh quietly between you as you watched Jeff and Tim trip over themselves during their terrible portrayals of Kurt and Ram.

She also had to admit, it was a little cathartic getting to shoot Jeff, even if it was just for show.

When the day of the first costume fitting arrived, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor when you saw Hazel done up in her JD outfit.

"Oh my god, Hazel! You look so hot!" you'd told her and she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it for the rest of the week.

As opening night drew closer, there was still one number, however, that she felt nervous about performing in front of an audience.

No matter how many times they rehearsed the scene with Mrs Wyatt, Hazel still felt uneasy about "Dead Girl Walking". If serenading her crush on stage in front of everyone wasn't hard enough already, pretending to have sex was surely going to send her into an early grave.

However, it wasn't hard to tell that your lack of intimacy during rehearsal was starting to put you on edge.

"Hazel," you muttered hesitantly, one afternoon while sitting on the floor of her room. "Don't you think its time that we work on some of the, uh... more intimate scenes?"

She looked up at you from where her script rested on her lap, her eyebrows shooting upwards.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," you continued. "But we can't avoid it forever."

Hazel sighed. She knew you were right.

She nodded softly. "Okay. Let's do it."

The two of you began to run through the song, marking your places on the imaginary stage as you sang your parts. All was going well until you arrived in JD's room. This was where Hazel usually started to freak out.

You walked towards her, pushing her down onto her knees and running your hands through her shaggy hair as you sang to her.

Hazel looked up at you, trying not to break character as your eyes met, her heart racing from being in such close proximity. Her hands grew clammy where they gripped your thighs.

As you sang the next line, you dropped down to her level, your fingers moving to her waist. Her breath stuttered as you pressed your body closer to hers.

Then you stopped singing, leaning in towards her, your faces inches apart, your breath fanning her cheek. The music continued in the background, but she could barely hear it. Her chest was heaving, all her senses focused in on you.

"Hazel?" you murmured, lips only inchers away from her own.

"Hmm?"

"Your supposed to say 'that works for me'."

Hazel groaned, throwing her head back in frustration. This was the problem. She just couldn't seem to think straight with you looking at her like that.

You stood up, moving to stand awkwardly by the bed. You fiddled with your fingers as she sat up, running a hand through her tousled hair. The tension in the room was growing palpable and Hazel was cursing herself for being so helpless around you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked over at her. Feeling somewhat uneasy now. Picking up your phone from the desk, you clicked the music off before turning back to her.

"Hazel?" you asked hesitantly, breaking the silence. "Am I doing something to make you uncomfortable? I just feel like every time we practice that number, you seem... tense or something."

"No! No. That's not it at all," Hazel muttered, scrambling from the floor and over to where you stood across the room. "You're not doing anything wrong."

You sighed thickly. "Then what is it? What's going on?"

She looked down at her feet. "It's just," she paused, trying to find the right words. "I haven't... done this sort of thing much before. The scene just makes me kind of nervous."

You sighed deeply.

"Hey, it's okay to be nervous. I understand. It's a pretty intense scene."

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I know I keep messing it up."

"Don't apologize," you told her gently. Then you paused, thinking for a moment.

"Why don't we start off slow? Maybe we could do an exercise to help make you more comfortable."

Hazel raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind."

"Well," you began cautiously. "We could always just... make out for a bit."

Hazel's jaw almost dropped to the floor.

"Only if you want to of course! I was just thinking that maybe it could help ease you into it. Just do this kissing part without the pressure of the lines or singing or anything."

You looked nervous as you proposed the idea and Hazel couldn't help but smile at that. She cleared her throat, trying to regain a semblance of composure. She couldn't believe this was really happening.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I mean, it's worth a try."

She tried not to sound too eager as she replied.

"Okay." You took her hand and guided her over to sit on the edge of her bed.

"So should we just-"

Before she had the chance to finish, your lips were on hers. Your hand moved to cup her cheek as hers snuck around your waist. It was in that moment that every thought she'd been having, every concern, every doubt, vanished from her mind. All that was left was you.

She felt your hand tangle in her hair as she pulled you impossibly closer. Fireworks exploded inside her stomach. This was the thing she'd been longing for for so long, imagining the feeling of your touch, your lips brushing against hers. It was everything she hoped for and more.

After a while, you pulled away, keeping your hand firmly clasped at the base of her neck. She sat back, breathless as her gaze traced over every inch of your beatiful face as though you were a work of art for her to study. As she looked at you something flickered across your eyes.

"Hazel I need to tell you something," you blurted out.

She nodded lightly. "Okay, what is it?"

Your gaze bore down on her, full of care and affection.

"I, um..." you paused, taking a deep breath. "I like you. And truth be told, I've wanted to kiss you for a while."

For a moment she sat frozen in shock, worried she was hearing things or maybe dreaming. You blinked at her nervously, waiting for some kind of response.

She felt her heart leap in her chest and a couple of seconds passed by before her mouth began to twitch upwards.

"You know what? I like you too."

A grin broke out on your lips at her words and you felt heat begin to rise in your cheeks.

"Really?"

Hazel took a deep breath. "Yeah. I've liked you since, like, eighth grade. That's why I was so nervous about the scene."

You chuckled lightly as you brought her back in towards you, pressing your lips to hers once more.

Hazel smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around you.

Thank god for this musical, she thought.

Maybe performing 'Dead Girl Walking' wouldn't be so difficult after all.

[kdramalovergirl]

I have a bone to pick with the Lovely Runner fandom.

I wish Sol's pain was more acknowledged.

Sol's loneliness at having sacrificed everything is glossed over, and it should be talked about more.

The way people talk abt Sun-jae as though he's the only that cares and waited for Im-sol annoys me when the whole drama literally revolves around the fact that she will do anything to keep him safe. Including go through her heartbreak over and over for such a long, long time without breathing a word of it to anyone because how could she explain anyway? The only two people who (sun-jae and tae-sung) have their memories erased.

Sol goes through so much. Loses her idol and then loses him again as the love of her life again and again and still has the resilience to be a bright, lovely person who fails and then tries again and again to keep him safe. And then ultimately wins at another price. "Happiness comes at a cost", her brother had said. And she knew he was right because she was already paying hers.

I'm not saying that Sun-jae wouldn't have done the same. He definitely would have and he loves her just as much. It's just, Sol's sacrifice, as well as Kim Hye Yoon's amazing acting is a little less recognised and underappreciated for my taste. People went crazy over BWS and Sun-jae and I get that it's mostly a heterosexual female fandom or whatever but how can you not appreciate Sol just as much? Would Sun-jae have fallen for just anyone? The first thing that drew him to her was that she was kind when she didn't have to be. And we saw her do it again and again.

As for Hye Yoon, especially calling back to how her fellow actors (BWS and Seo-hye won mentioned her bright personality on set despite her scenes being the most emotional and heavy, with physical stress as well wrt all the "wet scenes" that involved water and constant crying. Reducing her to bws' girlfriend as I've seen edits do is so disappointing when this is an actress who's delivered her best and then some. An actress that everyone, including BWS, is in awe of, for a reason.

[pixelated-screaming]

*breaks down door*

HEY WHAT'S UP

You can call me Pix (Or Pixel)

I go by She/Her mostly, but They/Them is fine too

I am a young artist, I love making OCs, sharing OCs with other people, and just artsy stuff in general. I also make somewhat okay music, and I'll sometimes post shitty animations (IM STILL LEARNING, SHUT- /j)

My birthday is February 6th

Im cool with fanart, asks, rps, etc. :D

not online on tuesdays and thursdays btw! (Unless it's a holiday)

I am mainly in the JSAB/TPC (Just Shapes and Beats/The Pink Corruption) fandom, but I might hover around in THS (The Heroic Six) and CRK (Cookie Run Kingdom) every now and then ^^

DNIS:

Discrimination of any kind. I don't have to explain this one, really. If you use slurs regularly, you already make me uncomfy. Just don't be a dick, please. ^^

People who post NSFW/Porn/Vore/Anything of the sort, Get the fuck away from me. I am a minor. I don't need (NOR DO I WANT ) to see that.

Anything that is overly toxic, or filled with drama that makes me pick between sides. This includes proship, litterally any bad drama, yatta yatta yatta. Im already very mentally lost, y'all don't need to make it worse. If you can't keep it to yourself, please dni. <3

If your name is Xander, and you are involved in drama with projectstarsystem, DNI please. ^^

People who are heavily involved in politics. Same explanation as anything toxic. I have to deal with enough political shit thanks to my family. No thank you.

If you are going to ask for donations, please don't. I can't donate, I'm sorry. :( I support Gaza, Palestine, and similar causes, but I can't do anything about it.

I AM A MINOR.

Don't take my art pls!!

FYI: If you piss off my mutuals, you'll get me 10x more pissed. <3

@projectstarsystem currently in ur walls 😁 /sillyj

@tetric-electric *drags you in here /j*

@altosys YAY :D

@cyanidecyanidecyanidecyanide FELLOW CYANIDE FAN LETS GOO- /silly

@mugzymiik silly littol guy :3 /silly

@astronic-fr tell me how you make your art so eatable hgeghejhgeghjeghdhjdg /sillyj

@thesealantern Lets dip our fingers into candles together :3 /sillypf

@bjorksversionsworld MOOTZ!!!! :DDD

@n-simp A FRIEND(or wife hehe /silly) OF STARS IS A FRIEND OF MINE!! :3

@sillystarzi PPL NEED TO RECOGNIZE YOUR FANDOM ISTG AGAHGHGAHG /silly/srs

@witchandstrawberry CUBECUBECUBECUBECUBECUBECUBECUBE- /silly

If you want to be on here, just gimme an ask! Sorry if I missed you-

This thingy is getting too long, cya *evaporates* /j

[lexithwrites]

sorry for the long read but this is important (aka lets talk about plagiarism)

hello! so, if anyone remembers the other day i posted a lil snippet for a smutshot involving remus/sirius/james. originally, someone got very upset about the lack of tags and accused me of writing SA—it was not SA, it was teasing someone and edging them, but i digress. people misread things all the time and thats whatever—and they privately messaged me accusing the same thing and saying i needed to tag better as i had triggered them. i deleted the post not wanting to upset anyone else, apologised for upsetting them then whilst trying to explain my work and explain how it wasnt SA, they blocked me. that's fair and i moved on learning my lesson as i clearly did something wrong.

what isn't fair, is rewriting said work for yourself and posting it on YOUR ao3 account.

i was sent the story and commented:

you deleted this post almost immediately and proceeded to say it isn't plagiarism. this is the definition of plagiarism btw:

that's what you did. it's the exact same scenario, it's a threesome, and the dialogue is VERY similar. the premise for the scene is the same. I've got some screenshots of both works below to highlight this:

MINE:

THEIRS:

now this isn't word for word, obviously, and theirs is a longer one shot with other plot points involved, but these scenes are similar. the dialogue in particular is similar. its a slap in the face honestly; to be given shit by someone and then see that they decided to use it for themselves.

there is always consent in my work, i've never had anyone say before that this is an issue as my finished works have discussions of safe words and safe sex and boundaries. pretty much everything i've ever written that involves sex has a conversation regarding safe words. i clearly tagged it wrong and i will admit that. i will take the blame for that and tag accordingly from now on.

but you used my work for your own. and also (since you added this to the ao3 post i'll include it) you admitted to using my work:

'inspired by some drama'

YOU REWROTE WHAT I MADE. YOU USED SIMILAR DIALOGUE. THE SAME SETTING. YOU JUST MADE IT YOUR OWN AND ARE ACTING LIKE THAT ISN'T PLAGIARISM??

like—

just because you didn't think i would 'appreciate' being mentioned does not mean you do it?? you literally admitted to 'tweaking' it and writing it yourself. this is such stupid fucking drama and so unnecessary what did you want to gain from this??

do not use other peoples fucking work. SIMPLE.

also i shouldnt have to say this but dont give this person shit. dont send hate in my name, its not worth it and not the point of this post whatsoever .im not naming them, they know who they are even if they've blocked me. i dont care if you see this, honestly i hope you see it. just please take plagiarism seriously because its annoying af and weird

ANYWAY have a lovely day <3