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mrchiipchrome · 5 months ago

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And I Only Have Eyes For You

a/n: I know this was supposed to be out ages ago, but shit happens and then we die right, there’s no reason to fret now:) also I dropped my phone and now it’s all cracked also I got into a really good school

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Watching on in stone cold fear as the girl sits down beside him, her lips meeting his cheek as his hand comes down to lay on her thigh, seeing the muscles in the man’s forearm flex as he leans back in his seat.

Em’s elbow digs into your side after a few seconds, almost like she’s telling you to do something, react, at least slap a smile onto your face instead of the almost permanent look of shock currently donning it. Nika’s eyes scan over you, flitting from your hair down to the exposed skin at the top of your chest, and as her eyes meet yours, there’s a sure glint of recognition within them.

“I haven’t done anything, thank you very much.” You see the way Em rolls her eyes playfully, waving her hands around as she proclaims her innocence.

“Nika meet my very annoying little sister, and her friend.” The pained smile on his face catches your attention for a mere second or two, the hand appearing in your line of sight breaks the steady stare at the man.

Hearing how Nika introduces herself to the girl beside you just makes you fall back into that almost sedative state, face lacking emotion, eyes turned downwards making you look at the table, a faint tint of pink dusting your cheeks.

You completely miss the small, tender smile the Croatian directs towards you, and the way she almost leans down in an attempt to catch your eye. Em’s uncharacteristically sharp elbow digs into your side again and you return the favour quickly, her yelp almost ringing out through the entire restaurant as she glares at you.

“I’m sorry my friend’s a bit of an idiot.” She sends a teasing smirk your way as you refrain from hitting her right there in the middle of the restaurant, the menacing look she sends you almost nightmare fuel.

“The call is coming from inside the house Em.” That’s all it takes for them to start arguing with each other in hushed voices, not really wanting to disturb the rest of the guests like they usually did. As far as you knew, the siblings argued more than enough for you to regret ever even wanting to have a sibling.

Looking at them through the corner of your eye, you once again don’t notice the curious gaze of the beautiful girl across from you, her eyes flitting over your features in an attempt to remember where exactly it was she recognised you from.

“I’m Nika.” Her voice makes shivers run down your spine, steady eyes fixed on yours almost making you more nervous than necessary. All of a sudden her hand is right in front of your face, the perfectly manicured nails that would feel oh so nice running down your arm on full display, likely only for the time being since you were pretty sure preseason training was starting soon.

Looking at her cluelessly, it takes you a few fair seconds to grasp her warm hand in your cold one, her soft skin against yours almost waking you from your stupor. Slapping a kind smile on your face, you shake her hand just as you were taught all your life, only pulling your hand back when it was appropriate.

“Yeah I almost gathered that much, you introduced yourself to Em before.” A teasing look makes its way onto your face, the older girl rolling her eyes playfully at the banter.

“So…you’re not going to tell me your name?” Nika places her chin onto her hand, her head now propped up with her fingers covering her mouth and the mischievous smile stretched over her lips.

“Do you not like the mystery?” Your tongue comes out to wet your lips, ring clad fingers tangling together in front of you like that of a super villain. The brunette’s eyes follow your every move, from staring intently at your lips to glancing down at your fingers knitting together and then back up to see the amused glint in your eye.

“Are we in Scooby Doo or something?” Leaning back into the backrest of your seat, you smile brightly at the girl across from you, shrugging your shoulders in amusement.

“Alright, you got me there love, I’m an open book, ask me whatever you want and I’ll answer truthfully.” Sitting back in your seat, you wait for her first question to come, for the accented voice that intrigues you so much to inquire about you.

“Your name?” It’s the way she asks it, the low tone with the accent covering the words almost seductively, it makes you almost lightheaded, as if you were to pass out at any moment just because of her presence.

“Pretty Girl Jones.” When she raises a single perfect brow in your direction it’s to tell you that she wasn’t impressed with the joke. “I’m just kidding, my name’s Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.” Crossing one leg over the other, you study her expression, watching as she purses her lips before they curve up slightly at the corner.

“Where are you from?” Your eyes glisten in the artificial lighting of the restaurant, the top of your chest rising and falling with every breath you take. Tilting your head ever so slightly, you fix the girl across from you with a curious look.

“You really don’t recognise me, do you?” Nika’s eyes study your face once more, her mind straining to remember where she knew you from, now that she knew that you knew her in some way, somehow.

“Am I supposed to know you?” Her tone is somewhat cocky, but the question was valid in its own way, she was extremely drunk when you first met her and it wasn’t like everyone that saw you just knew your face, knew your name.

“I don’t know, are you? I fear that’s a question you’ll have to find the answer to yourself darling.” With a playful wink, you do the thing you always do with women like her, well no one has ever been at her level but still, you flirted.

“Darling? Are you flirting with me Y/n Y/l/n?” The brunette smiles once more, that teasing, but still genuine smile that she had been flashing at you all evening. It puts a larger smile on your face, the entire top row of teeth being exposed.

“What if I am?” With raised brows, the girl in front of you leans in closer to your side of the table, gesturing with her fingers for you to do the same. Without even meaning to, your eyes drop lower to where the low neckline stops, seeing what seems like miles upon miles of skin.

“My eyes are up here.” Snapping out of your stupor, your eyes immediately snap up to meet hers, the amused glint in hers almost calming your racing heart and blood red cheeks.

“No…no, yeah I can see that- uhh.” That little smirk appearing on her face again is what clues you in on what’s happening. Leaning back in your seat again, you roll your eyes dramatically, although a small laugh sneaks out from between your lips.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?” She leans back just like you had moments before, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes.

“I don’t know, am I?” The chuckle you let out at her reversing your own words from before makes Em perk up, her eyes no longer focused on her brother but rather you and her brother’s girlfriend.

Emma’s eyes widen slightly as she takes in the scene in front of her, Nika’s head tilted to the side, the amused smile painted upon her lips as her eyes are fixed upon yours. You were in a similar position, leaned back in your chair with an almost lazy smile on your lips, a pink tint to your cheeks that’s impossible not to notice.

But before she could think about it more, her thoughts were interrupted by the waiter coming, a large bright toothed smile on her tan face.

She’s attractive, dark brown hair filled with curls that went way past her shoulders, but put up in a ponytail just for the occasion, striking green eyes that could put even the most intense of people on their knees. Her plump lips were covered in clear gloss and her canine teeth poked down especially from the perfect row of front teeth. Her slim body popped out in just the right places, with wider hips and slightly broader shoulders, that was not to mention the light freckles littering her face.

If she wasn’t standing right in front of you, in her full server do up, you would’ve thought that she was a model.

But even in all her gorgeous glory, she didn’t even possess a fraction of the sheer beauty that the girl across from you had.

“Hello everybody, I’m Juliana and I will be your server tonight, can I get you started with some drinks?” You see as Cal’s eyes run down her body, almost whistling at her. The urge to punch him in his rat face gets stronger every second that passes, especially when Nika notices exactly where his eyes lay, the way her whole demeanor changes.

The playfulness from before disappeared in less than a second, in its place was a certain sadness, a familiar sadness. A wish to be someone, something else, so that you’d finally get their love, their appreciation.

For you it was your parent’s companies, and for Nika it was any passing girl.

“I’ll have a whisky coke, if you can sweetheart.” He winks at her, but when her disgusted expression reaches him, he can’t do anything but be taken aback that someone finally resisted his charm.

“I’ll take some Chardonnay.” Em smiles all sweetly, knowing fully well that she’s too young to legally drink. It makes you elbow her in the ribs, but she just looks at you with a reassuring look, nothing to worry about.

“I’ll take the same, thank you.” Nika nods towards Em, signaling that she wanted the same as your best friend.

“What about you darling?” Her pen stops writing in her notepad as she looks at you, a special intensity just for you in her gaze. It makes you stutter and fumble over your words, not really used to the attention from women that you’ve been getting the entire evening.

“Uh, a coke please.” She smiles knowingly in your direction as she writes down your order, turning to the other three to get their id’s.

Both Em and Nika hand her their fake id’s, very out of place with the Nika you knew, but then again you weren’t always the best judge of character. She looks them over for a second or two before giving them back and walking away.

“You have a fake id?!” You hiss at the girl beside you, looking at her incredulously, and as she looks back with the same look you get even more confused.

“Yeah, everyone has one, c’mon Y/n don’t tell me you’ve never had a fake id before.” Looking at her all innocently, she can’t but throw her hands up in exasperation, wondering how that was even possible.

“Here are your drinks, I’ll be back soon to get your orders.” The tan skinned girl disappears after dropping your drinks off, a wink thrown your way. It’s weird, that what you think at least, people flirting with you.

Taking a long sip of your drink, you look on as the girl walks away from the table, an almost skip in her step that would be unnoticeable if it wasn’t for your studying eyes. All of a sudden, someone clears their throat, making you actually pay attention to the people at the table.

Noticing Cal’s amused gaze settled on you, you quickly recognize that it was him who’d completed the previous action, the man obviously trying to catch your attention.

“I’m sorry, I forgot your name.” His smirk almost suggests otherwise, but having been raised with the proper set of manners that you had been, you begrudgingly answer his unasked question.

“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.” Looking back at him through bored eyes, he seemingly has an epiphany when he hears your name fall from your slightly chapped lips. His eyebrows shoot up towards the sky as the fingers of his right hand start to click, the noise acting almost like a catalyst for his remembrance.

“Y/l/n? Wait, like the owners of the largest manufacturers of automotive parts in the whole world? That Y/l/n?” Once again, Nika’s eyes start to study you, just waiting for your reaction to the words uttered with the tone of a curious adolescent. The nearly faux curiosity in her stare weighs it down as it falls upon you, sweat gathering at your hairline.

“Yeah, among other things yeah, that’s just the main company, but there are countless other startups that we own.” You keep your tone plain, as if you were speaking about the weather or the newspaper, that’s what you’d been taught, speak about it like it’s the most boring thing ever so as to not reveal too much. But still, Nika’s studious gaze remains firmly on you, not budging even after Cal runs his hand up and down her arm.

“So you’re like…loaded.” The man gestures around with his hands as if to show how much money he thought you had, his mind seemingly blown that you were the heir to what was the fastest growing company in the world, gaining millions each day.

“Well that’s an oversimplification, but simply said, yes Callum, I’m loaded.” The corners of your lips peek up, sarcasm dripping from your words. He smirks, arm tightening around the back of his girlfriend’s chair, the girlfriend that’s currently looking at you with a look you can’t decipher. It’s a mix of recognition and confusion, with a sprinkle of something else too.

“So you’re paying then?” You see as Em’s face contorts, showing her embarrassment at her brother’s blunt question, at the same time Nika’s hand comes down on his shoulder, slapping some sense into him.

“Sure, if you’re nice, the first thing you can do is keep your eyes where they’re supposed to be.” It’s obvious what you’re saying, everyone had noticed the man’s eyes straying and that simply wasn’t okay with you, especially if you were to pay for his meal. His cheeks flush ever so slightly, seemingly embarrassed at being called out, his girlfriend looking at you all confused, like she didn’t understand why you’d said what you said.

The awkward tension between the four of you soon gets broken by the girl next to you, if there was one thing that Emma Anne Whitmore hated then it was silence, well not hearing her own voice. Her hell was having to sit in complete silence, the girl always filling it with random stories or comments about whatever she felt was necessary.

“So, Nika, how did you meet my brother?” Em leans back in her seat, blinking a few times as she waits for the answer from the taller girl. The woman in question has her soft lips wrapped around the rim of her wine glass, the bitter liquid spilling down her throat filling her with a pleasant warmth.

“We met-” Callum’s deep voice carries throughout the restaurant, his smug smile making you more annoyed than you probably should’ve been.

“Is your name Nika? Speak when you’re spoken to.” You interrupt him, your tone nothing less than deadpan just like your expression. Sure interrupting people went against most of the things you were taught growing up, but the man needed to learn some manners and if you had to teach him then so be it.

He’s taken aback by your direction, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink as the smile on Nika’s face grows exponentially, her glass of wine being placed back on the table. Em has the most vivid reaction, bursting out into giggles almost immediately at the situation, leaning in closer to you so that she could whisper in your ear.

“I’ve never seen anyone be able to shut him up that effectively before, you have to come home with me for family functions.” Looking at the girl through the corner of your eye, the amused smirk on your face is obvious, you enjoyed shutting him up as much as Em enjoyed watching it happen.

Gesturing for Nika to answer Em’s previous question, her gentle smile sent your way warms you through and through.

“We met at a basketball meet, a shared workout.” Her words are covered in that adoring accent, the one that has your heart melting into a puddle in your chest, her hand coming up to push a strand of hair behind her ears.

“You met this loser at a basketball meet? Did you put him on his ass?” Em reaches to take Nika’s hands in hers, giggles coming from the both of them as they look at each other giddily.

“I locked him up too, he didn’t score a single point.” Nika’s giggles fill your ears, as well as Cal’s sighing, the man clearly didn’t think that his failure was as funny as you did. His hand comes up to pinch the top of his nose, right between his eyes, in exasperation.

“Babe let’s no-” He starts off, his face contorted into a grimace at the embarrassment he got from his girlfriend revealing that she was practically better than him at his sport.

“Let the lady speak.” You interrupt him once more, fixing him with a stern look that you’d learned from Leah. She called it her captain look, you called it her mom look.

“Thank you Y/n.” Nika smiles at you whilst her boyfriend rolls his eyes sassily, the only thing missing from his look was a pair of long nails, if you added that he’d be the perfect sasser. The picture that appears in your mind at the thought makes you chuckle quietly to yourself, the hyper masculine man in front of you feminized is just effortlessly hilarious to you.

Faint steps coming towards your table catches your attention, the tan woman coming back to your table, presumably for your orders. Her bright smile catches your attention, pearly white teeth on full display showing off the small diamonds on either canine glimmering in the soft lighting of the restaurant.

Juliana purses her plump lips, the playful glint in her eyes shining extra bright as she notices the slumped form of the only man at the table, the man who clearly had a girlfriend yet decided to flirt with her.

“So, what do we want to eat tonight folks? Are we thinking pasta or steak? Something completely different?” Picking up the menu, your eyes study the names and descriptions of the dishes wondering silently to yourself about what would be good and worth ordering, but as the never ending list continued, you got completely lost in reading. So lost in fact that you didn’t even realize that the others already had ordered.

“Alright, and what about you honey? What do you want?” Looking up confused, you can suddenly see that all their attention was on you rather than anything else. Thinking about it, you decide on what it is you want, to which you tell the gorgeous server.

“Uhm, I’ll just take an entrecôte with roasted potatoes and some salad, thank you.” Juliana writes down your order on her notepad, pen scribbling harshly against the thin lines on the paper. When she looks back up at the group around the table, her bright smile is still very much present on her face.

“Medium rare, I assume?” Shooting her a timid smile, you nod your head at her, not even looking around at the others at the table, barely even feeling the intense gaze of the girl across from you.

But as her soft hand brushes against your own, you suddenly feel that warm feeling spreading through your chest again and all your attention shifts, the girl in front of you keeping your focus hostage.

Even as Juliana’s hand brushes against your arm long after Nika’s hand has retracted, your attention still doesn’t shift back to her, your eyes focused solely on the careful smile on the older girl’s pink lips.

Even as the server walked away from the table, likely to put the orders in for the kitchen, all your attention remained on Nika and the way she moved, the way she talked and looked. It’s impossible not to notice the soft curves of her lips, the sharp turn of her jaw, the dark locks framing her face in that beautiful way that’s made exclusively for her.

“So Y/n,” You hear Cal’s voice call out for you, looking on as he takes a sip of his drink, thin lips wrapping around the rim of the tall cylinder glass. “Are you and my sister, you know…?” As he gestures around with his hands, you get a fair idea of what it is he’s asking you.

“No Callum, I’m not having sex with your sister, we are best friends, with a strictly platonic relationship.” You see the way Em clutches at her chest playfully, her overdramatised expression making for a great laugh, her overly shocked gasp adding to the comedic effect.

“How could you say that Y/n/n?! I thought we had something special.” You hear the giggle from across the table just in time as Em turns her back on you, pretending to be mad. Looking at the two people on the opposite side of the table with a tiny little smile, you soon turn back to Em, deciding to play into the action.

“I’m sorry darling, you know you’ll always be my favourite girl.” Turning your head towards Nika, you send her a quick wink, why? You had no idea.

“Even over Leah, Jordan and Lucy?” Em looks at you over her shoulder, like she was in some dumb 2000s romcom, expecting you to agree, to say that she was better than all of them.

“Well…” You start off playfully, Em turning her whole body back around so that she’s facing her brother, not wasting a single second in slapping the back of your head, your hands flying up to clutch at the place her hand had connected with your head at.

“Ow, what did you do that for?” Somehow your eyes land on Nika, for some reason she’s like a magnet for your eyes, and you had a sneaking feeling that she’d be the sun to your solar system in a few months, your entire life revolving around her. If that was weird, then you’d gladly be the weirdest person in all of history, because it meant you got to be close to her.

“Stop being such a baby, I didn’t hit you that hard.” Em rolls her eyes, the slight up peeking of the corner of her lips suggesting that she’s not being serious, her long fingers threading with each other in front of her.

“Can you see what I have to put up with?” Another slap is delivered to the back of your head, but this time it doesn’t bother you as much, the sweet sound of Nika’s boisterous laughter masks the slight feeling of pain from the less harsh slap. She was just the sweetest person ever, how could her laugh make you fall to your knees? How could she be so cruel as to not let every single person in the world take part of her?

“Here’s your food, if any of you have any questions or want to order anything more, don’t hesitate to call on me.” In your stupor, you hadn’t even noticed Juliana nearing the table with the meals, her steps simply fading into the background.

“Thank you.” You call out for her, the rest of the table following your example, watching as she turns back around with a timid smile, her hand waving ever so slightly at you all.

After that, the table falls silent, well relatively so as the sounds of forks and knives meet the glass plates. The steak on your plate was tender and slightly bloody, just like it was supposed to be, and as you look up at the others around the table, you notice the girl across from you glancing over at it. She really was a creature of habit.

Stabbing your fork into the slab of meat, you cut a piece of it off with your knife, leaning over and pushing it off your fork and over to her plate. Looking up at you with an inquisitive expression, you only shrug in response, the small mischievous smile plastered on your lips surely telling her all she needs to know.

You perk up again when an elbow digs into your ribs once more, your head snapping to the side only to see Em’s innocent smile and the obvious try in doing puppy dog eyes. What was it she was trying to convince of this time.

“Can I try some of yours?” Rolling your eyes, you push your plate closer to her, letting the older woman take part of your food and transfer it to her plate, pure daylight robbery. A small ‘thanks’ later and half your steak is gone, barely enough to feed a small child.

“I swear I keep getting robbed of my food.” You huff out, stuffing a potato into your mouth in fake anger, playfully glaring at both Em and Nika. All Nika does is shrug, almost saying that it wasn’t her fault that you were so easy to convince, while Em just leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

Wiping your cheek off with your hand, you’re quickly met with an offended gasp from the girl beside you and as you roll your eyes, she makes sure to express her disappointment in you by kicking your shin under the table.

“Ow, what’d you do that for?” Looking at her incredulously, you clutch your shin under the table to lessen the pain radiating from the point of origin and up towards your knee. “You want your sister back?” This time you look at Cal, the man holding his hands up like he’s surrendering, a smirk on his face.

“Nah I’ve had to deal with her the past 20 years, now it’s someone else’s turn.” A brand new smile creeps up on your face, one of those ‘okay I guess you’re not as bad as I thought’ smiles. He sends you one right back, nodding at you carefully, almost as if to tell you ‘I guess you’re fine after all’.

“Ouch, first of all I don’t like either of you, secondly you’re both assholes.” Flipping you both the finger, both you and Callum have a hard time trying to keep from laughing at her grumpy expression. The only way to actually do so is to put more food into your mouth, but even then it’s hard to hide the way the corners of your mouth tug upward.

Another slap gets delivered to your shoulder without you even having to do anything else, making you stare at her confused.

“Stop abusing me please.” You laugh out at her, furrowing your brows when she sticks her finger in your face, sticking your tongue out to pretend lick at her finger. Pulling her hand back with an audible ‘ew’, she looks at you suspiciously out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m watching you.” Shaking your head at her, you just keep on eating with the smile plastered firmly on your face. You were smiling a lot more than normal, the effect of agreeable people perhaps.

When you look up next, basically everyone’s plates are cleared, only small scraps of food left. Feeling around for your back pocket, you quickly find the lump that your wallet created in the space, pulling the sleek leather pouch out. Opening your mouth, you don’t have to wait for the people at the table to quiet down, seeing as they’re already pretty silent.

“Anyone want dessert?” As both Nika and Cal shake their heads to say no, you notice Em looking at you with that look in her eye, and you knew what she wanted without her even having to utter a word.

“We’ve got ice cream at home Em.” Cal looks at you all confused, as does Nika. What was up with them?

“Does Emma live with you? I thought she lived in a dorm.” The only man at the table asks, looking at you through squinting eyes, the girl beside him furrowing her brows in response to his question. She looked perfect, that was something no one could ever deny.

“No, she’s just at home with me a lot.” The two of them look at the two of you with an ‘aha’ look, your platonic relationship with the girl next to you having been questioned more than once that evening.

Long fingers fumble with opening the black wallet, the card in the small pocket almost impossible to pull out without longer nails, but in the end it slides out without all too much fuss. You call Juliana back over to the table with a wave of your hand, the sleek black bank card in your hand ready for her to take.

“We’re ready to close out.” You tell her as soon as she reaches the table, having decided after all to pay for everyone since Cal had played nice for the most part. “What’s customary for tip here? 20 percent? Add a 60 percent tip and close us out please.”

Adding a small wink to the end of your sentence as a sort of gesture to thank her, she quickly gets a move on to the card machine, swiping your card and clicking on the screen in front of her. She likely feels your steady gaze on her all throughout the transaction, even as she bends down slightly to write something on the receipt.

Surprisingly enough, despite Emma’s usual aversion to silence, nothing more is said at the table, not until Juliana comes back with both your card and the receipt, 11 small digits clearly written out in dark blue ink on the back of it.

Sliding your card back into your wallet and your wallet into your pocket, the four of you leave the table almost simultaneously, a small gap between you and Em and the couple behind you. It’s not until everyone is outside that you actually take a closer look at everyone, the small details you wouldn’t have noticed earlier in the artificial lighting, like the way Nika’s eyes shone so brightly in the setting sun, or the way her brunette hair glimmered with the way the sun hit it. Even the small sunburn over her nose was visible now, a natural beauty beyond comprehension.

“Thank you for tonight then, it was nice to meet you both.” Sticking your hand out along with your words, you wait for the tall man to shake it, meeting his smile with your own, and while you expect the girl beside him to do the exact same thing, she did something you never would’ve expected.

Her arms wrap around your torso, head landing almost directly in the crook of your neck like it was made to fit perfectly there. Hesitantly wrapping your own arms around her strong body, the hug lasts slightly longer than either of you probably expected, and as you pull away you’re surprised to not find any type of awkwardness between you and what’s practically your sister-in-law by extension.

Looking away from the pair of them as Em says her goodbyes, you’re only really brought back down onto earth by Em pushing against your shoulder. Turning back to wave at them as you walk away the only one that apparently has the same thought as you is Nika, sweet beautiful amazing Nika.

And so, you wave slowly to her, smiling softly when she waves back, all before turning back to walk towards your car with your best friend attached to your hip.

Your thoughts are plagued with the girl who possesses that soft smile that makes your stomach flip, the one who’s just so perfect in every way. The one who made you not even look at that waitress’ number, just because not a single person would be comparable to her.

Your keys jangle as you hang them on the hook on the wall, pushing your shoes off and almost throwing yourself on the couch.

“What is up with you?” Emma asks as she bypasses the living room in search of the ice cream in the kitchen. Her hand glides over the cushions, sliding over the top of your head casually.

“Nothing.” You answer her, just as your phone buzzes, a notification coming through for you. Ignoring Em’s various grumbling sounds, you pick your phone up, looking at the instagram notification.

nika.muhl started following you

Smiling full toothed, you quickly open instagram and follow her back, both on your alt and main. And as En jumps over the back of your couch with the ice cream and two spoons in hand you get another notification;

nikalovesbball has requested to follow norflondonforever

norflondonforever has requested to follow nikalovesbball

nikalovesbball has accepted your request

norflondonforever has accepted your request

Taking your spoon from Em’s hand, you quickly turn the tv on to the cartoon channel before she can comment on your sneaky activities.

Cartoons and ice cream, the best solution to your problem, your big, humongous, terrifying problem.

For now at least.

#woso #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #woso imagines #wbb x reader #uconn wbb #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl #ocs #i have no clue when the next chapter will be out #ngl I’ve been watching a lot of bewitched lately

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mosaickiwi · 1 year ago

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Nails, TV, Moving

Rendacted paints your nails and 'asks' you to move in. 1.3k words, GN reader c:

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

"Unfortunately for our contestant—" the host’s words get cut off as you press a button on the remote.

"Booooo," you jeered at the TV from your spot on the floor and changed the channel.

Ren hummed softly at your voice, but didn't look up. Despite the dark bangs that obscure their eyes, you can tell they’re focused. He was happily painting your nails—the same shade of black as his own—at your request. He insisted you sit as close as possible on the blanket he laid down, instead of across the coffee table. He'd only ever painted his own nails after all, so the angle was very important to keep him from messing up. You were certain he just said that because he wanted the closeness.

The screen barely flashes a few frames before you're changing it again. A football game, a cartoon, a drama, and then—you finally stop. There's a couple wandering through a cabin, with a disembodied voice narrating all it had to offer. One of the many house hunting shows that came on every so often.

"Oh, this one's pretty." You put down the remote to watch. The couple head upstairs where the master bedroom is and your excitement quickly dies. "Maybe not. The bathroom is a huge let down."

Ren casts a glance up at the TV as the camera pans over the room once more. He took in the slanted ceiling, with the tub stationed on the lower end, lit up by an angled skylight. He didn't really see whatever problem you had. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

"The ceiling is already so low. You'd have to fold yourself in half to get in that tub, tall as you are. And you'd probably hit your head every time you got out. We couldn't live there," you grumbled and rested your chin on your free hand, eyes never straying from the screen. "No way I'd put you through that."

You didn't notice how he perked up when your concerns involved him—you even said ‘we.’ A miniscule drop of polish fell on the paper towel under your hand. He wasn't sure if you were being considerate, or if your perfectly normal relationship was at the point of buying a home together. He hoped it was the latter. Either way, including them already planted ideas in their mind. "So then, what's our—your ideal home have?"

"My ideal home…" You’d only really thought about things you didn’t want, thanks to your current apartment. "I can't say I'm very picky. No holes in the walls, enough room to breathe, no rats," you paused for a bit—now they were in a rather awkwardly shaped second bedroom. "When I was little I wanted to live in a bounce house. Or have a freezer dedicated to ice cream."

Ren smiled while he carefully painted the nail of your pinky. "One of those is doable."

"True, but I'd rather not blow up my house every day," you joked and continued pondering. "The location is probably the most important, right?" He silently nodded in agreement as you went on. "Corland Bay's nice and all—having everything so close together makes things easy. Except sometimes I wanna fall asleep without hearing cars pass by or Violet playing games. It's much quieter here. Plus your bed is comfy."

"You're more than welcome to live here, Angel," he innocently offered. “Although maybe you’d enjoy somewhere more secluded.”

“Like just out of town? Not too far from civilization. I'd still wanna be near the beach." You watched the couple fuss about the kitchen in another house before you really processed what he just said. You turned to look at him for the first time since the show caught your interest. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"

"Oh, is that what it sounded like?" His tone was full of shock, but you could see the way his snake bites pulled up in a faint grin. He examined your nails and lifted your hand once he deemed it finished. "I do have all this space, though. The library’s close by. Beach is a short walk away, too. No neighbors, no noise. I've never had a rat problem. I guess it hits all the marks f’you, doesn’t it, Angel?"

"Ren…" You rolled your eyes at his antics.

"If you really want to move in that badly, I'm not opposed," he said teasingly. "Other hand."

You didn't respond just yet, merely giving them a playful side eye and placing your hand flat on the table. Gently, you blew air on your wet nails while he went to work. The noise of the TV faded into the background as you thought about his offer.

It was a big step to take. You already spent a fair amount of your time at his place. The ever-dwindling amount of laundry you did at home served as proof. Cohabitating with them wouldn't be much different from now. Ren always gave you space when you asked, even with his clingy personality. He was tidy, quiet, and never made a fuss—the perfect roommate on paper. The real issue was money. A place like this would cost way more than a librarian’s salary could pay.

"As much as I want to, I have to consider rent first," you thought aloud, causing him to stop and look up.

"Angel, you don't need to pay anything." His answer was almost immediate and it surprised you how firm he sounded about it.

You shook your head. "I know I probably can't do half, but I’d like to do my fair share. How much is your rent each month?"

"Well, actually," he stalled and idly rolled the nail brush in his fingers before putting it back in the bottle. The rent was one thing he couldn’t be bothered to keep track of. "...I have no idea?"

"How—what?"

"It's an automatic payment so I never think about it," he admitted, explaining further at your incredulous expression. "I mean I definitely saw it when I found the listing—and when I signed the lease. But I can't remember it off the top of my head."

You had a hard time believing what you were hearing. You knew your own rent by heart—it mocked you every time it took a chunk out of your bank account. A question about how he budgeted weighed in your mind, although the rather calm way Ren spoke clearly answered it: he didn't. It seemed obvious now; he'd been a frivolous spender from the beginning.

The blank look on your face made him a little worried. "Honestly, Angel, it’s not an issue. I’ve been paying it on my own just fine," he insisted. "You don’t have t’worry about any cost if you stay here, I promise.” He’d be happy as a clam to pay triple whatever he already was if it meant you'd move in. Hell, he’d even pay for you to live in one of the empty units next door.

"Fine then," you sighed in defeat, glancing towards the TV screen for a moment. The show was already ending. "If I tried to give you money you'd just find a way to give it back anyways.”

Ren let out a faint breath as if he was holding back laughter, but didn’t disagree. "So, how about it? Gonna move in?” he asked with a sincere smile.

You couldn’t help but smile the same in return. “Yeah, why not? I’d be crazy to say no. I can talk to my landlord and be out in a few weeks, probably.”

His excitement only seemed to grow at your words. He was radiating silent joy, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as he uncapped the bottle of polish once more. You could almost imagine a tail wagging behind him as he tried to make steady brushstrokes over your nail.

“Are you really that happy?” you laughed and he nodded. “Maybe I should just move in tomorrow.” His hand barely slipped, leaving the tiniest streak of polish on the side of your ring finger.

“Oops,” he muttered.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo writing #he's a lil silly #dude just yoinks more money if his account looks “low”#but low is 6 digits #your school taught financial literacy but he skipped that lesson to spy on you #bad title hehe

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marchsfreakshow · 27 days ago

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Red Nail Polish [Stan Bowes]

Smut / tiny bit of angst

Your boss never really spoke to you that much. Not really. So, you weren't particularly expecting a call from him at 12am asking you to come over.

This request is from AGESSS ago but I finally found some inspiration. Anon who requested it, if you're still here this is for you<3

Fair warning I haven't seen Pose for a bit so it might sound a bit ooc sorry.

Warnings: once again too much plot for a smut fic lol, brief 'sir' kink, Stan being kinda pathetic, oral (m), reader is a little mean occasionally.

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Stan never spoke to you. Tell a lie, he did. Occasionally. Brief hellos while he walked to a meeting maybe. Small talk maybe going over whatever he asked you to do.

There was never more than that. No lingering glances in your direction, no knowing smiles. Seemed like nothing. That's all your relationship was.

You worked like this for a few months.

Never speaking much together. Maybe you gave him lunch if he asked. You always found him cute though. The way his hair just sat the same every day, the way his eyes always gave you the same soft look when he walked past you. It was, slightly perfect. Too perfect.

Men have their secrets, you assumed he probably had his. That's probably why you liked his eyes. Too much of a past to stare at, too much to get into with your own boss who you barely spoke more than... 4 words to. You couldn't really casually go up to Stan and ask him, "Hey sir how's your home life? It's going good? Yea, your eyes say otherwise." You weren't insane!

The hours were long.

The weeks were tedious.

Eventually getting a few more words into Stan. Small conversations over lunch that didn't amount to much. The man found himself enjoying your company. "You do anything over the weekend?" He asked, adjusting himself in his chair a bit. Did he look uncomfortable? Probably.

The silence was nice, so you were slightly taken aback by his out of nowhere question. "Uh, went to see a production of Two Gentlemen Of Verona. That was nice."

"Oh, nice. On your own?"

On my own? What was that meant to mean?

"Yeah."

"Right."

The rest of lunch continued. Stan seemed off. On the edge of his seat, literally. He was uncomfortably perched on his chair, attempting to attain something just out of grasp. You noticed his fidgeting; flicking of his nails, slight playing with his food, eyes flickering around to avoid your own eyes. You wanted to pry but also figured you didn't talk enough to ask if he was okay. Stan would probably say that he's fine and you'd get right back to the slightest bit of uncomfortable silence.

Back to work.

Back to small smiles, little questions, and writing notes to yourself. For the next couple of hours. Boring and repetitive until 5:30pm. Everyone caught themselves up and left immediately. You found yourself a face in the crowd, heading towards your car before Stan got a moment to say 'Have a good evening' to you.

It was a lonely evening. He was used to hearing the TV play some children's shows for a while, hearing the little ones talk excitedly about what they did at school. Just being excited for no reason. But, no, he was greeted with silence this night. It was deafening. He had to be alone with his thoughts. It was another quick meal in the microwave. He had to face the rare few dishes still lingering in the sink. Mouldy food starting to stick to the porcelain. Only served as a reminder of the reality Stan currently lived in.

A lonely movie, lying on the couch in whatever clothes he could find. Staring up at the ceiling, blank-minded, thinking nothing. The movie waved past his ears. "Can I talk to you?"

Stan's phone call at 12am wasn't what you were expecting. You were half lying in bed, reading still. Very close to finishing the book, and that was what you were focused on. "Sir... Stan, it's 12am."

"sir...hey, call me that again," he murmured under his breath, closing his eyes. Lost in his thoughts of your voice. Maybe you shouldn't've been giving in to his desires. Stan had mentioned his wife, and his kids multiple times. He told you plenty of stories, but he seemed slightly out of it tonight.

Despite your lingering thoughts, you said 'fuck it' and responded quietly, your book closed on your lap. "Why sir? Something happened?"

"Yeah, actually. I, um, I was wondering if you could... come over."

A chuckle. "Stan.. it's midnight."

"I know. I know...just, please. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." Stan eventually told you his address, and you made a quick mental note. Agreeing eventually, and you hung up. Maybe you should pack an overnight bag. Yeah, maybe you should.

The drive took more time than you expected. You didn't properly change out of your home clothes either, just slipping on some underwear and trousers that weren't so... messy. Knocking quickly with the overnight bag still in the backseat of your car. "Ah, hi." Stan looked a mess, more than you felt right now and it almost broke your heart.

"Hey...why did you want me to come over?"

Stan took your hand, led you inside, and closed the door once you stood in the living room. It was certainly more messy than you would have expected. A bit of trash, a messed up couch, a random movie still playing dully on the TV. This... certainly wasn't what you were expecting. "Stan?" You asked, peeking out to the hallway.

"Sorry...sorry." The man sniffled. He quickly ran a hand over his face then took a few steps back into the living room. "Uh, come sit down. I'll, get you a drink." The words, the steps and his look only added to your confusion. Sure he was certainly...alone now, but the mess, and his clothes.

You took a few steps towards Stan and immediately held onto his arms. "Stan. What's going on?" Cutting him off of any words he was about to say. Stan looked at you, then at your hands on his arms. Then back into your eyes.

"She's gone."

Eyes wide. "Oh." How do you comfort people again? More specifically, how do you comfort your suddenly divorced boss who definitely hasn't been invading your thoughts recently? His eyes found the floor, like it was the most interesting thing in the room and said nothing for a moment.

People like hugs right? That should work. Enveloping Stan in a hug, your arms around his neck. Holding him close for a moment as he reluctantly wrapped his arms around your back. Awkward, but somehow comforting. It went on for a little bit too long, and once you pulled yourself away, his eyes found the floor again.

He wasn't really thinking much. You blinked and he kissed you. Wait what? His hands on your cheeks. This was not happening. Before he continued to kiss you, you took a step away. "Stan-"

"Fuck. Sorry." The man uttered, sitting on the couch instead. He looked quite sorry for himself. A bit of a pathetic sight really. It tugged at whatever empathetic heartstrings you had left. Stan clearly did something, and you probably should've left right then and there. I mean, were you really thinking about this? There are multiple reasons for his wife leaving, presumably with the two little kiddies. "Look, I just.." He trailed off once he saw you settle between his legs.

"um.."

"You're obviously feeling upset, and I know you did something but I don't really know any other way to comfort you." You muttered, taking a loop in the sweatpants and pulling it so the waistband became looser. Stan brought his hips up for a moment so you could pull the fabric from his hips and let it settle around his ankles.

"you really don't have to.." He protested. Stan's protests were weak. He clearly hadn't been touched for a while. Or he was incredibly attracted to you. While yes technically, you didn't have to, you felt some semblance of upset for Stan and his situation. And you figured this would be the best way to temporarily help him out. Fuck it, you might get a raise out of this tomorrow once the man came to his senses, you didn't know.

Stan's lack of pleasure for a while was obvious. He was achingly hard already, and you had barely slipped your hand into his boxers. Bit sad really. But you digressed. Slowly touching him under the fabric for a few moments, hearing his breathing get heavier, and occasional little moans escaping him. Eventually, though, Stan pulled your hand away just to tug his boxers down his legs to join his sweats.

Ah, you knew what to do now. You muttered nothing to yourself, as you rested your fingers around Stan's cock again. Taking a breath, leaning in. Your tongue resting on the underside for a moment. "Ha.."

"You okay?" You asked, pulling yourself away for a moment, looking up at Stan.

"It's uh, it's been a while.."

"Figured." Ouch. That stung in Stan's heart for a moment. The feeling immediately replaced once your lips were wrapped around his dick once again. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to watch you or let his head fall back against the couch. So, he eventually decided to let his head fall against the couch as you started to take more of him down your throat. One hand resting next to him on the couch and the other hesitant to rest on your head. He didn't know what type of person you were, so he could've tried to push you down and you would've hated that.

But, you just continued without a care in the world. Eyes screwed shut as your cheeks hollowed with every movement. You pulled away from time to time to breathe, revelling in the sound of Stan's small groans, whimpers and gasps. They were the sweet sounds and made it all the better. The sounds of a lonely boss who you honestly, were still decently interested in.

Yea. You were definitely going to get a raise out of this.

Stan let out another groan, keeping his fingers taut against your hair. As soon as you felt the telltale sign in your mouth, you pulled yourself away, heavily breathing still. Starting instead to jerk Stan off quickly, keeping the same pace for another few moments, until he came in your hand. Dripping down his cock and your fingers as Stan bucked up to ride himself through his orgasm since you didn't seem to help him.

"a-ah shit. I'm sorry.." He muttered once he realised he made a mess of your hand. Coincidentally, a tissue box was by the TV stand, so you stood up, cum over your hand and grabbed the box, bringing it over to Stan. Not as satisfying as Stan had hoped, but it was something and it made him feel a little better.

Silently, you cleaned your hand up, throwing the stained tissues in the bin quickly. Stan followed, slowly cleaning himself up and dressing himself back up. Cue awkward silence for a few moments. "Thanks."

"Yeah. Course."

Another few moments of silence between the two of you, ads playing in the background on the TV. Looking around the living room as you just sat there for a moment. Stan finally said something, just your name. Looking over to you with a hopeful look. "Can we...can I..take you somewh-"

"No." Stan blinked and then looked over at the wall, feeling slight whiplash at you saying no immediately. "Whatever the fuck happened... whatever the fuck you did... It clearly only just happened. And I don't think that's a good idea."

"You just-"

"Yeah, I'm fully aware of what I just did Stan."

A beat of silence. Both of you felt like at least one of you said something wrong. You figured it was Stan. Who goes and suggests a date to their secretary right after their wife left them? "...a few weeks?"

"Try a few months sir." You knew exactly what you were doing with that word. Stan knew too. There was no need for you to call him that right now. Glancing at each other.

But you got up silently and walked out to your car, leaving Stan in confusion for a couple of minutes. Once you came back in, overnight bag in hand, Stan got the idea. Well, he hoped it was the right idea. Being led through the house until you were in his room.

You were sure this was going to result in way more than a raise by this point.

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bethelighthalazia · 7 months ago

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"Minijoong"

Summary: A little insight of Hongjoong being a wholesome dad.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: dad!Hongjoong x fem!reader

Word Count: 1031

Warnings: none, just wholesome fluff with Joong being a wonderful dad

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

[note: Thank you to @itsnotmydejavu for helping me with a name and gender for Joong´s kid! And thank you to @hongthoven for giving me inspiration for some scenes <3 This is part of a mini-series for dad!ateez]

HJ, SH, YH, YS, S, MG, WY, JH

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

“How does it feel to be left alone by your wife, only leaving your son with you?” Seonghwa asked Hongjoong, his camera pointing at the captain while he did this little ‘interview’. Your husband just rolled his eyes, looking up from his hands to give the older member a glare. “She didn't leave me behind, don't make it sound like she divorced me or something! Y/nnie is working, hyung!'' With these words, he returned to painting his nails, the old nail polish had chipped off already, but then got interrupted again, this time by his son. “Appa, I want too, please?” Ji-ho asked while climbing onto Hongjoongs lap, smiling happily and pointing at the pink nail polish.

With you working as a stylist at KQ, assigned to the boys of ATEEZ, you never had any problems with your schedules to take care of your son together. This time however, your husband and his members had roughly three weeks off, but you were asked to help out, because one of the stylists working with Xikers got sick. This also meant that you´d have to accompany them overseas for four days. You hated the idea of leaving your boys alone, but you also loved your job. So, now you were sitting on the plane with the Xikers kids because Hongjoong had convinced you to take this opportunity.

And that's why Hongjoong was now sitting with your son on his lap, painting the kid ́s nails in a hot pink while Seonghwa was recording everything. It was afternoon, Ji-ho had just woken up from his nap which Hongjoong made him take after lunch, and he had heard his father and his uncle talking. The boy always loved playing dress-up and both of you encouraged him to wear whatever he likes. Well, making sure it's proper clothing for his age of five years. “Now I look nice, like appa! We must take photos to send to eomma,” Ji-ho giggled, turning to look at Seonghwa, giving a wave into the camera before then turning to look at Hongjoong with his big doe eyes. You always thought he's just a mini copy of your husband, and apparently everyone else thinks so too.

“Don´t worry, Ji-ho, we´ll take lots of pictures and send them to your eomma. But first we have to get dressed, right? Your uncle wants to take us shopping for new clothes.” Hongjoong explained and Ji-ho nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down with a giggle. His excitement was contagious and made Seonghwa laugh happily too, leaving Hongjoong to be the only adult here at this moment. With a chuckle of himself, he got up, propping his son on his hip to carry him over to the kid's room, which he regrets almost immediately, because Ji-ho has grown a lot lately.

An hour later, the three of them were at the stores, Seonghwa currently trying on clothes that Hongjoong picked for his best friend. Ji-ho was sitting and waiting patiently while watching them, eyes wide when his dad handed Seonghwa a dress to try on. Not a very girly dress, but more elegant, something that just brings out Seonghwa's features even more. When your son saw this, he got up and waddled over to the children's clothes, taking a few pieces to bring back to the changing rooms.

“Appa! Can I try?” Ji-ho asked, lifting up the pieces of clothing he gathered and Hongjoong just nodded, slightly absent-minded. After he got his dad's permission, he slipped into the big dressing room with Seonghwa, so his uncle could help him. While Hongjoong was waiting outside of the dressing room, he sat down and checked his phone, only to look up when the door opened and Seonghwa came out of it with your son. Ji-ho had chosen some rainbow leggings and a white skirt that reminded Joong of a school uniform, and topped it with a very cute, baby blue sweater and a sparkly headband. The colors and types of clothes were very mixed together, but Hongjoong couldn't stop a proud smile from spreading on his face, what got him chuckling though, were the black cowboy like boots his son chose for the outfit.

“Aish, now both of you look ready to be models!” Your husband smiled at his best friend and your son, ignoring the weird looks some elderly people gave them because of the clothing choices. “Do you like this outfit, Ji-ho? We can buy it for you,” he said, crouching down to fix the hood of the sweater, before then looking at Seonghwa. “Let's get a lot of clothes for you two. And then we do a fashion show at home to make lots of pictures for y/n!” Your son was more than excited, he always loved to watch fashion shows on TV, he even copied Hongjoong sometimes when he worked on his own clothes sometimes.

Almost an hour and a half later, your husband and Seonghwa were loaded with bags filled with different outfits, Ji-ho happily leading them back home into the apartment, which is also located in the dorms building of the Ateez boys. During the little fashion show, even Mingi joined the trio, he loved to spend time with his nephew anytime he could, and soon the pictures were flooding in your inbox, making you smile and giggle. Hunter and Yechan were sitting next to you, seeing the photos as well and laughing at some of the outtakes Seonghwa sent you; one of the last pictures showing Hongjoong and Ji-ho laying on a pile of clothes, both had fallen asleep along the way as it seemed.

You didn't know how you ended up married to the most wonderful man on earth and had such a precious son with him, but you wouldn't want it to be different. Even though you missed them a lot, seeing the photos and knowing that you could facetime your boys at any time made you feel happy and calm. After all, you were heavily worried how Hongjoong would manage to have Ji-ho around him for four days, but he seemed to be doing just fine with the help of his hyung and the younger members.

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erinwantstowrite · 5 months ago

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Let me just quickly say, cross-overs can sometimes get REALLY difficult to map out and write in a cohesive way but you have absolutely NAILED IT!! I absolutely ADORE LoF!!! I usually don’t even bother reading fics with the ‘Richard Grayson is Richard Parker’ premise cause I felt like they were super confusing and overcomplicated but this fic?? SUPERB. ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE. OH MY GOD I ADORE IT. Everyone’s characterizations are so nice and wonderful aaaaaaah!!!! <33333

Ok ok I did actually have a question as well: would you be willing to share what your writing process looks like in terms of a chapter you’ve already posted? I was just wondering since I’m also currently working on my own fic (it’s been a few years but I managed to get fixated on an idea and it grew legs lol) and I’m currently fighting the organization of it haha.

How do you keep track of the plot points and/or foreshadowing you want to get a ‘lightbulb!’ moment for later? Do you have any tips?

Thank you so much! I absolutely adore your writing AND your art is so gorgeous omg it adds so much to the incredible story :DDD I hope you have a good day!!

I have a secret: I actually didn't like "Richard Grayson is Richard Parker' tag for a while for the same reason. Sometimes they felt like they missed the mark or it's just. A thing that's there? I almost didn't include it for LoF, but I'm glad I did because it changed the direction in such a big way.

Another secret: this made me incredibly happy because I have read so many wikis and scoured the internet to make sure that I had enough info on both fandoms so LoF could make sense to anyone who's reading it, whether they know Spider-Man, Batfam, or neither at all. Sometimes I worry a lot before I post that I'll miss a mark and will confuse people.

As for the question: I definitely am willing to share what my writing process looks like!

Be prepared for under the cut, I love to yap. It's in my blood to yap. And that's why it took a minute to get to this ask haha

(Spoilers for Leap of Faith!! Everything mentioned has already been published ((Chapters 1-11))

I had to go and find out which chapter I wanted to use as an example and I think we're gonna go with Chapter 5 for the most part :)

My writing process is, as described by alighterwood:

I think the description fits because while I'm all over the place, I have to be very detail oriented and I store everything in one spot.

Starting with the overall process, what I find is most helpful for me, when organizing, is having a notebook rather than doing it all digitally. I've been using a 70 sheet notebook that I had lying around waiting to be used, and as of yesterday, I officially filled the entire thing front to back. It's been an incredible help, for a lot of reasons, but mostly because it's a lot easier to remember something I physically wrote down than it is to remember something I typed. I'm now on to my second notebook for LoF, and I might even have to get a third.

In another ask, startupkat asked me this:

And I shared a little about my outline process there, but I'll try to go into a little more depth here. Emphasis on little because this is so long.

I write a truly insane amount of outlines in this notebook.

This is just what I can show you, but a good chunk of the notebook is just outlines. Over and over and over again. That's because they're always changing/adapting based on so many different factors. Sometimes I get to a chapter I thought I had fully planned out and then realize it just doesn't work anymore. Other times, I get to the chapter and realize I don't want to write that anymore/isn't as interesting as I thought it would be. A few times I got halfway through a POV of a scene I was struggling on and decided to switch POV's, which will change up the outline for a chapter every now and then.

Which is why I don't write incredibly detailed outlines and try to keep it vague until I actually get to that chapter. It's a lot less daunting to rewrite a chapter outline than it is to rewrite the entire outline.

Fic outlines and Chapter outlines look a lot alike.

This is what I said in the other ask, but I didn't elaborate on it all the way.

I make a list just like that, and then I try to put it in chronological order/in an order that makes sense. I keep the Fic outline vague by writing down "Goals" for a chapter rather than scenes. But I also keep notes to myself if I really think something is important. The more important I think a scene needs to be, the more details I write down to make sure my future self recalls what I had in mind when I thought it up.

Really simple example:

Chap 1 Goal: Peter gets to Gotham and meets Babs while running around. Meet Nightwing too? Get shelter.

Chapter 2 Goal: Bats are like "???" about Peter. Batfam dynamic important... Peter stalking Batfam back? Peter meet Batman >:)

When I get to a chapter, that's when I make a far more detailed list of wants/needs/goals. It's the Step 2 from the Step 1. Here are some examples from Chapter 5:

Needed to have:

More POV's from universe 1299 (Peter's home universe)

Tony's POV more specifically, how he's doing/feeling, what he's figured out

What they've figured out on 1299 side vs what's going on in 1300 (Gotham)

Explaining more about Peter's trauma/his past

Dick learning more about Peter, and vise versa

Wanted to have:

Ned being a more central character

Natasha :)

Loki being a little shit

Tony and Cap bickering

Peter talking to Nightwing again

The last name Grayson

Gymnastics!!

(This is the shortened list, because the chapters are so long)

When I looked at this list before writing my outline, I had to figure out how I could incorporate everything. If I needed more 1299 POV's, and I wanted Ned, Natasha, and Loki, there's one scene accounted for. I had to get their side of things and wanted that trio together. I needed a Tony POV, and I wanted Tony and Cap bickering, so those went together, plus I got 1299's POV of Ohnn and his plans explained.

I needed to have Peter explaining more about his trauma, and Dick and Peter to talk/get closer. I wanted a Nightwing POV, to have Peter say his last name, and them doing gymnastics. I knew Peter wouldn't willingly talk about that, so I had him have a nightmare. Not only did it give readers perspective but it made Peter more susceptible to talking to Nightwing because he was more emotionally vulnerable/lonely, and that's how that scene came together.

That's when I would write down the chronological order of these events by writing out "Scene Blocks." (This is what I wrote down but my handwriting was so bad I can't subject y'all to it):

scene 1- Ned talking to Loki. Natasha should be nearby and observing Loki's behavior. They are not on friendly terms. Ned is more worried about Peter than he is as to what Loki could be up to, so Natasha takes on that role.

scene 2- Tony is freaking out about Peter being in an alt dimension. He should attack Ohnn when he's not prepared for it. Beat his ass? Beat his ass. Cap there too.

scene 3- Peter's nightmare. "Ben, where do you go when you die?" "Where do you think?" "With you. Where you went."

scene 4- Nightwing and Peter.

Of course, things come to attention when writing. Like originally, Tony and Cap were arguing in the Tower. But it was a little too much like his and Natasha's argument, and I kept in mind that Tony is smart. Sometimes I forget that the characters are smarter than I am, so I have to account for what they would figure out. So Tony would have picked up the puzzle pieces and come to more conclusions than I originally thought about, and I figured he'd be way more proactive about it than just. Being in the Tower and waiting.

Which means that that scene ended up being as listed above: having a squabble with Cap, learning more about Peter's dynamic with the Avengers in this universe, and seeing how Tony is reacting to it by throwing himself head first into trying to capture Ohnn.

I'll realize I need something else to be mentioned or put in and I'll have to shimmy things around, but that's basically how it goes.

As for other forms of organization:

Keeping a timeline is so important because it tells you a lot about the environment your characters are in. It's also important to remember what a character has on them, what money they've spent, who they've met/who you have mentioned, every alias that is being used, to read your work and write down edits you want to make before you make them, to write down ideas beforehand of situations you can use, and, most importantly: MAKE A MAP!! This has saved me so many times. Sometimes your brain WILL trick you or make it harder on you to envision a scene. Make a map of where your characters are physically!! It will save you too!!

As for foreshadowing and plot points, I'll let you in on yet another secret:

Your subconscious is doing a lot more than you think it is.

Sometimes when I foreshadow something, I didn't even know I was until I got to it. I very often go back to read chapters that came before this to see what I've mentioned and what I haven't, and when I do, I'll see something and go "I have to bring this back" or "I almost forgot about that!"

Other times, I am very aware of what I'm foreshadowing, and that's because I follow a mystery plot formula. You have to keep in mind everyone's intentions, all the time. How are they feeling? What are their motivations? And: what are they doing right now, while this character is doing this?

Like Beck and Ohnn. From the very beginning, I knew I had to make sure that it was obvious Ohnn wasn't working alone. From there, I had to weave through the story and slowly build him up as someone who's working behind the scenes. Even from Ned's first POV, I made sure to mention that this person knows Tony and is tech savvy.

My biggest tip is to make sure you reread your work or at least skip through it, because sometimes you don't even know that you placed something there.

And sometimes, it's very purposeful. :)

I hope this helped! I really tried to keep it short but I am insane and the process is sooooo long. It sounds complicated but it really is simple when you're actually doing it I swear

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toomuchracket · 8 months ago

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birthday wish (d word matty x reader fluff)

it's the 6th for me already so here's the first of the matty35 birthday celebration fics, as organised by lovely @the1975attheirverybest and @abiiors!! pre-dating, very sweet, hope you enjoy <3

“for fuck's sake, matty, will you just fucking ask her?”

george is all but bashing his head off the desk in the office he and matty have unofficially claimed as their own, while the latter paces across the carpet, biting at the skin around his nails. “dunno, george. what if she says no?”

“wouldn't be the first time a hot girl's told you to do one, would it?”

“fuck off,” matty smacks his friend on the back of the head. objectively, he knows george is right - you are hot, that's merely a fact, you're gorgeous - but that doesn't mean he has to like hearing him bring it up.

whatever. it's not like matty can get mardy at him for it - he isn't your boyfriend, after all. technically, you're barely even friends; he's known you all of four weeks, and has yet to see you in a social setting.

he really fucking wants to, though. hence, his current dilemma.

george laughs. “mate, you're only asking her to come over to mine for your birthday drinks. it's not like you're asking her out or anything.”

“no,” matty hums, eyes unfocusing on their view out the window as his brain conjures up thoughts of doing just that. it's a nice thought, admittedly not an unfamiliar one, and something he will absolutely get distracted imagining if he doesn't snap out of it now. he blinks. “i just think it'd be nice if she was there, y'know? but, at the same time, i don't want her to feel weird about me asking, cos she doesn't know us that well yet.”

“i think you're overthinking it,” comes the salient reply. “can sort-of see where you're coming from, but i reckon if you just fucking ask her like a normal person then it'll be fine.”

matty sighs. “alright. you're right. i'll ask her before the end of the day.”

“well,” george turns to him, shit-eating grin on his face. he nods towards the glass panel on the door. “she's heading towards us, so you're doing it now.”

fuck. matty peers through the window, heart softening as he watches you wander towards him - sorry, them - stack of papers in hand and your hair escaping the messy ponytail he watched you shove it into earlier. “perfect.”

he barely has time to force the panic from his face before you're knocking softly on the half-open door, poking your head around it with a sweet smile. “hi, boys. am i okay to come in with some admin? i can come back later if you're busy.”

matty opens his mouth to speak, but george beats him to it. “oh, we're not busy at all. matty was just doing my fucking head in, as per,” he laughs when matty scowls at him. “what d'you need?”

“just got some risk assessments for album events that i need you to read and sign. the fun stuff,” you awkwardly (endearingly, matty would say) put the papers on the desk, looking up at matty as you step back and shyly clasp your hands behind your back. god, you are so fucking cute. “and, for the record, i doubt what george just said about you is true, matty.”

“thank you, darling,” matty smiles, at the exact same time as george says “no, he genuinely was being a pain in the arse”; he turns to his best friend, glaring. “what, george, like you're being to me now?”

george winks at you. “worse.”

you giggle nervously, turning towards the door - matty's heart drops as you do. “well, don't let me get in the way. just get those back to me as soon as you can, please, alright?”

“wait, before you go,” george calls after you. “can we talk to you about something?”

“um, yeah?” you turn back around, pretty face panicked, and nervously cross one arm over your stomach to hold the other. “am i in trouble?”

fuck, you are so adorable. matty smiles as softly as possible - not difficult, though, when it’s you he’s smiling at. “no, no, of course not. what would you even be in trouble for, anyway? you’re perfect.”

“oh,” you smile bashfully. “thank you.”

“it’s true. anyway,” matty clears his suddenly-very-dry throat as best he can. “we were wondering… are you, um, busy on saturday?”

“the 9th?” your brow furrows as you think. “yeah, i am, actually - my friend’s moving in with his boyfriend, and i said i’d help,” the panicked expression crosses your face again. “why do you ask? is there something else on that day that i should be at?”

crestfallen, matty replies with a “no, it’s alright, not a big deal”; george cuts him off, though. “it’s not a work thing, no - we were just gonna ask if you wanted to come to the little birthday celebration we’re having for matty at mine that day-”

“but really, if you can’t make it, no hard feelings,” matty interjects, practically tripping over his words in his haste to reassure you (read: seem cool about it, and not let on that he’s disappointed). “we know it’s short notice.”

you blink a few times, biting your lip before you look directly at matty and speak. “what time would you want me?”

well, anytime, all the time, really. “oh. just after 4? it’s quite casual, not a sit-down dinner or anything. but, like i said, no pressure.”

“no, i think i could probably be there for that time!” you nod enthusiastically. “i’ll text you if anything changes, but,” you beam, and matty thinks his heart might pack in. “i’ll do my best to be there. thanks for asking, both of you.”

“of course,” george grins. “you’re our friend. why wouldn’t we ask you?”

he isn’t technically wrong, calling you that on behalf of both of them, but it still makes matty feel like he’s bitten into a lemon. a friend; how he wishes there was another word prefixing it, one only he could use to describe you.

still, you’ll hopefully be there to celebrate his birthday with him, and that sweetens everything - if you turn up, that is. “exactly. you’re top of the guestlist, darling.”

you huff out a laugh, looking at matty so affectionately he could cry. “better make a proper effort to get to the party, then,” you look at your watch. “i’m sorry, i’ve got to run to a meeting - hopefully see you at the weekend?”

“yeah,” matty nods. you’re out of the office before he can finish speaking, and his parting phrase comes out feebly as a result. “bye, darling.”

he moves to sit back at his desk, lifting one of the risk assessments and beginning to read it in silence. george peers round his laptop, gawking at his best friend. “why you being all emo?”

“i’m not.”

“yeah, you are. you’re like a black cloud,” a beat passes, then george speaks again, voice softer. “the invitation went well, at least.”

matty hums noncommittally. “s’pose.”

“it did, matthew. she was excited. she said she’d try her best to be there. those are good things.”

“i know,” matty sighs. “i just… i hope she’ll be there. be a shame if she wasn’t.”

“i think she will.”

“well, we’ll see.”

***

“... happy birthday, dear matty, happy birthday to you!”

matty smiles at the mismatched chorus of voices, laughing when charli ruffles his hair after she sets the cake down on the coffee table in front of him. “oi, bean,” he lightly taps eilidh, sat on his lap, on the shoulder. “i know we’re a bit early to be celebrating your birthday, but will you help me blow out the candles?”

she nods excitedly, tiny ponytail bouncing. matty beams, and they gently blow out a “3” candle each, to a soundtrack of applause. ross, sat next to the two of them, reaches over to smooth his daughter’s hair. “have the cigarettes finally caught up to you, or are you just getting too old?”

matty furrows his brow. “d’you mean?”

“well, you just needed my toddler’s help to blow out your candles - stop it, i’m joking,” his friend laughs, leaning to the side to avoid matty smacking the back of his head. “did you make a wish?”

“obviously.”

“what for?”

“can’t tell you,” matty takes a sip of his wine, lifting it out of eilidh’s reach - ross lifts her onto his own lap, and she cuddles into him quite cutely. “won’t come true, otherwise.”

“fair enough,” ross shrugs. he nods to something behind matty. “g’s trying to get your attention, mate.”

“is he?” matty turns, heart rate increasing when he hears george saying your name into the phone pressed to his ear. after excusing himself from the table, he quickly follows his friend into the quiet hallway, tensing every muscle in his body to stop his leg bouncing in nervous anticipation.

the nerves fade quickly, though - george smiles as he talks, and then he says something that makes matty want to actually skip around the house. “you’re almost here? amazing, everyone’s looking forward to seeing you…”

understatement of the fucking century.

“... and yeah, i’ll make sure someone’s outside so you know where to go,” he laughs down the line, and matty’s heart melts at the thought of you endearingly asking for that. “alright, no worries. see you soon,” george ends the call, sighing dramatically before smirking at the birthday boy. “told you she’d be here.”

“yeah, yeah,” matty rolls his eyes, but he can’t keep his cheeks from lifting into a smile, no matter how hard he tries. although, to be fair, he’s not trying particularly hard. “i’ll wait for her, mate.”

“you sure? it’s your party, after all.”

“exactly - i should be there to greet the guests,” matty smirks. “and i fancy a cig, too, if i’m honest.”

george scoffs. “typical. here,” he chucks a set of house keys at matty, who manages to catch them with the very tips of his fingers. “you’d better head out now.”

“sweet.”

it’s actually a little bit chilly when matty steps outside george’s front door, but it’s a nice evening; the sun is just beginning to set, casting a golden hue over london, the birds are chirping quietly, and the whole thing is just really quite peaceful. he perches as well as he can on the front gate, lighting up a cigarette and contentedly taking a drag. by the time your uber arrives, he’s halfway finished the cig, but he barely has time to even think about stubbing it out before you’re out of the car and walking towards him.

he waves, eyes trailing slowly up your body, lingering on your bare legs and almost popping out of his head when they take notice of the slight cleavage your sundress is showing off. not that it’s obscene, or anything, he’s just so used to seeing you all office-chic and buttoned-up. still, matty quickly shifts his focus to that beautiful face of yours, just to keep his cool.

as if he could, around you.

you beam as you near him. “hi! i’m so, so sorry i’m late,” you open your arms for a hug, and he slots into them eagerly, savouring the rose of your perfume. “had to marinate in the shower for a bit after today, i stunk.”

“well, you smell good now. and you look it, too, i love that dress,” matty replies, heart breaking ever so slightly when you pull apart. “and you’re here, that’s all that matters.”

“thanks! and i wouldn’t have missed your birthday, matty - speaking of, here,” you pull a bottle of red from your bag and hand it to him. “didn’t know what to get you, so i figured this was a safe bet.”

“you didn’t have to get me anything! thanks, though, darling,” he looks at the label, eyes widening. “shit, this is good. shall we go inside and open it?”

“oh, if you like,” you smile. “or you can save it for someone special, i'm cool either way.”

matty shrugs, smiling. “i mean, i'm looking at such a person right now.”

it's maybe a tiny bit far a statement for a platonic relationship, but you don't take it badly at all - you just smile back, quietly agree to share the wine, and follow matty when he leads you back into the house and straight into the empty kitchen.

you gasp when you see the birthday cake on the counter. “no! i missed the cake?”

“only by a few minutes,” matty stops rummaging in a drawer for the corkscrew to look round at you; his heart jolts when he sees you look genuinely sad. “really, darling, it's not a big deal.”

“i still feel bad, though. i really am sorry for not being here on time, matty.”

“hey, none of that, please,” he hands you a glass of wine and puts his arm around your shoulders, biting back a beam as you automatically melt into him. “like i said, you're here now, and that's the main thing. and it's my birthday party, so you have to listen to me.”

“alright,” you look up at him, smiling, and hold out your glass. “happy birthday, sweetheart.”

he smiles warmly at the pet name, heart aglow, and taps his glass lightly on your own. “thank you, darling. d'you think we should cut the cake?”

jesus, what a spiral that phrase could lead him into. thank god you're not wearing white today.

you nod. “where does george keep plates? i'll get them.”

“cupboard above the kettle.”

plates and knife procured, matty carefully slices into the cake, oohing and ahhing at the interior. “wow. look at the layers! they're so neat.”

“alright, paul hollywood.”

he giggles. “i love bake off.”

“so do i - oh, thank you,” you take the plate from him, and then a bite of the cake. “fuck me, that's good.”

he laughs, pushing himself to sit on the counter and taking a bite of his own slice. “christ, you were not kidding. fucking amazing.”

“isn't it?” you wash your bite down with some wine. “m'still sorry i didn't get to see you blowing out the candles, though.”

“eilidh helped me.”

you aww, perching yourself on the counter next to him. “i take it you made a wish?”

“of course.”

“good,” you rest your head on his shoulder, so casually intimate that matty thinks his legs would give way if he tried to stand right now. “d'you think it'll come true?”

he rests his head atop yours, smiling when you giggle at him. “you know what? i think it already has.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #matty35 #d word matty #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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fandomfucker · 4 months ago

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Birthday-Cody Rhodes x Gn!Reader

Request: Cody has to work on your birthday when all you want to do is be pampered with a day of relaxation so you have attitude and he makes you feel better

Word Count: 1,632

2nd Person POV

Friday Night Smackdown and you were once again, in some random city you didn't care too much to be in. It was your birthday weekend and you had wanted to spend it with your fiance Cody, so he had taken you along with him.

It was a pretty nice city, even though you'd rather be home, so the plan was to stay there for a few days. Friday for Smackdown, and then have the day to yourself on Saturday while he did press stuff, and then you'd spend Sunday (your birthday) together. Maybe do a couples spa. A cute little romantic dinner, ending in a movie night. Something fun and relaxing for your birthday.

Unfortunately for you, that's not exactly how everything had turned out.

Saturday morning, you woke up in your shared hotel bed, the spot next to you unusually empty. Groggily looking around, you squinted at the bright light seeping in through the blinds as you searched for Cody.

You noticed light coming out of the bathroom towards the entrance of the room and rolled out of bed, wrapping your fuzzy blanket around yourself as you moved.

Stepping onto the cool bathroom tile, you saw your fiance getting ready in front of the mirror. He had already gotten dressed in some khaki shorts and a nice polo and was currently shaving off his stubble.

He stopped and turned towards where you stood in the doorway once he saw you.

"You're leaving already?" You asked him, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

He smiled softly at you, stepping forward and wrapping his hands around your waist. "I'm sorry babe. I'd sleep in all day with you if I could. But you know how it is."

You nodded in acceptance, knowing fighting about it wouldn't change his work schedule. He kissed your forehead before moving back to the sink, finishing up what he was doing as he began to ask about your plans for the day.

"Well, I found this super cute nail place so I think I'll go get my nails done. And then I found a good-looking sandwich shop for lunch and there's some other stores and stuff on that road so I figured I'd spend most the day there. Probably until you're done at least."

You leaned your head against the doorway as you spoke, mesmerized by the way Cody's muscles looked under the sharp lighting.

He snapped you out of it when he addressed you, a small smile pulling at his lips as he ignored what you were staring at, only to subtly flex his biceps as you stared. "Sounds like a great day, babe. I should be done by 5, and we can meet up somewhere for dinner."

You tried not to let the disappointment that he wouldn't be available until dinner show, so you just wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him tight, whispering 'I love you's and your goodbyes until you were once again left cold and by yourself.

You made the best of your day out. To the best of your ability anyway. You got your nails done, a shimmery red to match Cody's ring gear. You had found a small bakery and gotten yourself a little sweet treat as well as a small birthday cake for tomorrow.

You were living life, savoring the peace and quiet of being by yourself and not having to rush for once. You had even gotten a new purse, it was white with a little yellow and purple flower pattern on it, and you couldn't wait to show Cody.

There was a nice barbeque place not far from where you currently were and had texted Cody an hour previous that that was where you wanted to go for dinner to no response.

No big deal, he often was very busy and couldn't check his phone for a while, but he'd get back to you as soon as he could. An hour turned into two and by 5:30, the designated meeting time, you had still not received any response.

This had happened before. He would get caught up with whatever he was doing and would wind up being late for a date the two of you had planned. You had just hoped that this time would be different since it was your birthday tomorrow.

You decided that whether he would be there or not, that restaurant was where you wanted to have dinner and you made your way over anyway.

Later that night, around 8 o'clock, you were at a local ice cream shop for dessert when you finally got a text back from Cody.

Cody♥️💙: I am sooooooooo sorry Y/n!!! They just kept having more and more stuff for me to do and I couldn't say no and they wouldn't let me have my phone on me I'm so sorry. I'll see you at our hotel❤️

As angry as you were with having no communication with him the whole day, you really couldn't be anything more than irritated. This wasn't unusual so you were kind of just used to this happening at this point in your relationship. But it was your birthday weekend.

Arriving at the hotel, before you could even open the door, it swung open revealing your fiance, a look of guilt on his face.

Not letting him speak, you just fell into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist as he held you tightly. You closed your eyes and breathed him in, expressing without words that it was okay.

"I was thinking since we couldn't do anything today, that tomorrow we could start early? I found this cafe downtown that looks good for breakfast and then I booked a couple's spa around 10:30. We'll figure out lunch when we get there and then there's this gorgeous flower field not far from here if you want to take some birthday photos." He rambled a little bit as you rested your chin on his chest, staring up at him lovingly.

You stopped him with a kiss to his lips. "That sounds great, babe. And I went ahead and picked up a little cake from this really good bakery I found." You grinned up at him as his eyes lit up at the mention of cake.

"Well, in that case..." He picked you up as you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging for dear life as he spun around towards the bed, lightly dropping you onto it with a dramatic, "And Cody Rhodes, slaming Y/n L/n on the bed!" Sending you into a fit of giggles that lasted through the night.

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The sound of someone's ringtone was what woke you up the next morning. "Cody." You reached behind you, slapping his chest to wake him up. It was his phone that was ringing.

"Ugh. Hello?" You heard him answer as he threw back the sheets and sat up.

You reached out and grabbed your own phone to check the time. 6:43 am. You groaned and dropped your phone to the table, face-planting back onto the bed.

"Y/n," Cody shook your back to wake you up. You just groaned in response, too tired to do anything else. "Y/n I'm so sorry, baby they have some more stuff for me to do. But, you should come with me. Please?"

You were too tired to really think anything other than you wanted to be with Cody, so you agreed and begrudgingly got up and ready, and next thing you knew you were sitting next to him in the backseat of your Uber to who knows where.

You ignored any attempts from Cody at a conversation, deciding to scroll through Instagram instead, hyping up some of the WWE women in their comments.

You continued to ignore him, even after he told the driver to stop at your favorite coffee chain super quick.

You let him kiss your head before he ran in, leaving you in the car only to be back a few minutes later with the largest size of your favorite drink.

"Thank you," You said, taking the drink from him and taking a sip before going back to your phone.

He sighed before going to his phone, feeling hopeless at getting you to no longer be upset with him. You started to feel bad but stuck to your feelings.

He had promised the day together and now he was working and had taken you with him.

You couldn't even eat your own birthday cake because it was back at the hotel!

So yeah, you were in a bit of a bitchy mood today.

The rest of the day consisted of you sitting backstage as you watched Cody in his interviews. He would try to talk to you in between but his schedule wound up being so busy that he would just be rushed right past you every time.

"I swear, I'll make it up to you." He had promised.

It wasn't until you had finally made it back to your hotel that afternoon that he was able to fulfill that promise.

Walking into the room, rose gold and white balloons filled the room with rose petals covering every surface. The cake you had bought was laid out neatly on the dining table and 'Happy Birthday Y/n' had been written on it in white frosting.

Perfectly wrapped presents were piled in the corner and you could smell your favorite candle burning from somewhere in the room.

Your eyes welled up at the sight and you turned around to see his guilty face once again.

"I really am sorry, Y/n. I swear I wasn't supposed to work today but stuff comes up. But like I said, I'll make it up to you in any and every way I can.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and rifled through all the cards before pulling one out.

At your raised eyebrow, he handed you his credit card, kissing the top of your head. "This is just the start, but, feel free to go wild." And feel free you did.

#cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader #wwe x reader #wwe superstars #wwe smackdown #wwe #gn!reader #cody rhodes x gn!reader

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seospicybin · 9 months ago

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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART II

I.N x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Jeongin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (12,4k words)

Author's note: Sorry for the delay. Enjoy this one too x

YOU: I grew up in a strict family and my mom thinks I'm a saint if only she knew... [chuckles] I'm not good at following rules [shrugs] I'm a natural flirt, I can't help it [bites lips] Jeongin is hot, he has a cute smile and I would love to break rules with him [smiles] I know I'm coming a little late but I think everything is a fair game.

It's not the kind of impression you want to give him when you almost trip on the steps as he leads you to the villa, you blame your wedged sandals for it.

"You okay?" Jeongin asks, offering his hand to you.

"I'm okay," You laugh it off and use it as an excuse to grab at his arm and help you walk.

"I think everyone is on the terrace," he mutters.

Instead of being nervous, you're so excited to meet the rest of the guests that you start giggling as he takes you climbing another set of steps to where everyone is.

"Hello, everyone," Jeongin greets everyone.

You wave your hand and put on your best smile at everyone sitting on the sofa. One girl with blonde hair has her jaws drop open seeing your hands are linking around his arm.

"Hi!" You sweetly greet.

While Jeongin introduces your name around, you look at each and every face, and notice that a girl is slightly not pleased to see you. You can safely assume that it's the girl Jeongin mentioned.

"How was the date? What happened? Tell us everything!" The guy with dirty blonde hair asks.

"It was fun," Jeongin answers, then glances your way.

"We had cocktails, we shared a fruit platter, it was sweet," you continue his sentence, smiling as you reminisce your date with him.

Someone raises his hand in the air and you both stop talking altogether, "Was there any rule-breaking?"

You look at Jeongin but he lets a moment pass in silence so you decide to answer it for both of you.

"No, there was no rule break," you confirm.

Jeongin lets out a chuckle and holds his hand up at the guy who asked, "Relax, Mick, we didn't spend any money," he assures him.

"Have a little faith in me," he adds with a laugh.

You go around getting to know everyone by their names and act calm when you find out the name of the girl Jeongin is currently with.

Then you decide to join them on the sofa and talking to the girls is always a good start.

"So, what is your type?" The blond girl asks which you learned her name is Francoise.

"Uhm..." you subtly point at Jeongin, "He is my type."

"Oh?" She responds with another surprised look on her face.

Just because Jeongin refused to kiss you doesn't mean you're already giving up on him. He doesn't want to do it because he's already with someone and he doesn't want to do it behind her back, you must admit that's an admirable thing to do.

But that's not going to stop you from also getting to know everyone else here.

YOU: I don't know how involved they are with each other so we'll have to see about that.

Jeongin finds Justine in the dressing and she's probably been waiting for him to talk. She smiles when she sees him coming into the room.

"Let's have a chat," she says.

He knows they'll eventually talk about the date and since everyone else is already in the bedroom, he decides that it's the right time to do it.

"Just a minute," he says, taking a moment to put on a t-shirt before sitting on the chair next to her.

Justine is playing with the make-up tools on the table, tapping her nails against a bottle of facial toner.

"So... tell me all about your date," she says with a low sigh.

Jeongin doesn't want to lie but he knows he shouldn't be too honest about it either. He puts his forthright self to the side and picks his words carefully.

"It was nice. We had a good chat, and we enjoyed getting to know each other," he decides to stop there even though he still has so many things to say about it.

"She's pretty. Very pretty," she comments, playing with her make-up brush next.

"Yeah," Jeongin agrees but in a weak tone.

Justine can't hide her feelings, it's obvious that she does not like this conversation so whatever she asks next, he should be more careful with his answers.

"And what do you think about her?"

"She's nice and

"But you guys didn't kiss," she says.

"Yes," Jeongin shortly answers.

She faces the mirror but he can feel her eyes on him, "Why?"

There's a difference between being a player and being disrespectful, and Jeongin believes that kissing a girl behind Justine's back is the latter.

"I don't want to be disrespectful to you," he answers.

Justine nods and lets him talk more about his decision not to kiss you.

"If the roles were reversed, I don't think I would like it if you kissed someone else," he explains.

A smile blooms on her face and she turns her head at him, acknowledging that he did that because he considers her feelings.

"I appreciate you for that," she says.

It wasn't easy to come to that decision but God, ain't he glad that he refused that kiss? That way he came to the right decision and hurt no one in the process.

She swivels her chair to face him and rests her hand on the side of the chair, "I'm not going to stop you from getting to know everyone, that's our deal but..."

She licks her lips and takes a second to pick the words to say, "If you want to be with her, I want you to tell me."

Jeongin agrees to it with a strong nod because that's the deal the two of you made, "Okay."

"Just be honest with me," Justine reminds him.

"You don't have to worry about that," he assures him because he's been nothing but honest.

Well, except when he told Linda what his favorite feature on her.

JEONGIN: I have this instant connection with the new girl but at the same time, I care for Justine.

It's not something you both planned, you bump into the other new arrival, Lou, he's about to head out when you come into the bathroom.

Since you both are new arrivals, you may as well talk to him about your respective dates or any potential connections.

"I took Bianca on the date but as soon as I saw Francoise, I think I messed up," he shares.

You can't say much as you're busy brushing your teeth so you nod while looking at him through the reflection in the mirror.

"The whole time we talked outside, she was looking at me," Lou continues, sitting on the edge of the tub while playing with his wavy hair as he talks.

"That gets me thinking that the guy she's with is just someone she's with, you know what I'm saying?"

You wash your mouth with water and move on to the next step of your nighttime routine, "Change of plans, huh?" You playfully say.

Lou's chuckles are echoing in the room, he clicks his tongue then looks at you through the mirror as you wash your face, "And Jeongin is still your top pick?"

You pick up a clean towel from the cabinet and slowly dab your face with it, "Yeah."

Lou also sees the complications in it since Jeongin is with Justine at the moment, "How serious do you think he is with her?"

You grab your tube of moisturizer and take a dollop of it onto the back of your hand, "I don't know but we got that sexual chemistry, we almost kissed," you explain and you're aware of how adolescent you sound saying that.

Even Lou notices that and gives you a strange look, "Mmm?

'I'm telling you, he definitely wasn't so closed off at all," you confidently say, lathering the cream all over your face while talking to him.

Lou cracks a laugh then says, "Fuck, they're going to hate us."

Well, it's not your fault for coming late and crashing the party. Isn't that the purpose of bringing in the new arrivals? To see how they handle temptations so now, it's up to them whether they can resist it or not and you're simply going for the one you want, Jeongin.

"You got to go for what you want to go for," you remark.

YOU: If I want something, I get it. I don't let anyone get in my way.

Even though it's your first day in the retreat, you find yourself having a good night's sleep that you wake up feeling so refreshed. You sit on the bed and rest your back against the headboard, reaching for the tumbler on the bedside table to have a sip of water.

Lou is groaning as he shifts on the bed and his eyes meet yours with his wavy hair covering his face, "Morning" he croaks.

As new arrivals, you and Lou have to share the bed and since he doesn't snore, you don't have any problems with him.

"Morning," you greet him back.

A while later, the cone chimes and your head snaps to see where Lana is. You spot her on the other end of the bedroom.

"Good morning, everyone," Lana greets.

"Morning!" Linda cheerfully replies to her while the others are too busy forcing themselves awake.

You get startled when Lana calls your name and then Lou, you intently listen to what she has to say to you.

"I hope you enjoyed your dates yesterday and your first night in the retreat."

"I slept well, Lana," you tell her even though you're not sure she'll hear it.

"I hope the other guests have been making you feel most welcome," she continues.

You fix the strap of your camisole and your eyes catch Jeongin looking at you, you hold the gaze for a few seconds before looking away.

"Glad to be here," you respond to Lana.

Jeongin may share the bed with Justine but he's been giving you these cheeky little looks and it makes you more confident that there's something there.

Just like now, Justine is clinging to his arm but his eyes are on you. You tease him by shyly looking down onto your lap but when you glance up, you give him an intense stare.

And the eyes, the eyes tell so much.

YOU: I'm looking forward to today. I'm going to be sexual because that's how I am and if anyone has a problem with it, I don't give a shit [laughs]

After working out, Jeongin joins the rest of the boys lounging by the pool to cool down before taking a shower. He chugs his water from a tumbler while listening to the guys talking about random stuff.

Something catches everyone's attention and makes them abruptly stop talking. Jeongin turns his head to see what everyone is looking at when it turns out to be you.

You're tying the bikini straps on your back as you walk out of the villa.

"Sheesh," Kurt quietly hisses, having a partner doesn't stop him from ogling at another girl.

You probably sense everyone's eyes on you as you walk across the pool. However, you don't seem to feel bothered with all these eyes on you.

"She's too fit," Mick lowly mutters as now the boys are silently watching you go for a swim on the beach. Even you can turn the sex cop's head and that says something

"She's literally too hot to handle," Keith says, embracing his availability and turning it into an opportunity.

Jeongin takes a moment to witness the boys acting like a bunch of horny teenagers seeing a grown woman for the first time, then shakes his head in disbelief realizing that he's one of them.

"Oops, boobies!" Kurt jokingly says seeing how your bikini top rides up and almost exposing your breasts.

That's so childish coming from a grown man with a big body like him but Jeongin finds himself laughing at it without realizing it.

What people say is probably true, boys will always be boys.

Seeing that you're making your way back to the villa, the boys hurriedly sit on the lounger and act like they didn't just watch you swimming from afar like a bunch of creeps.

The boys make it obvious that they're talking about you as they turn quiet when you walk past them, brushing your wet hair to the back and heading back into the villa.

"Fuck me..." Damon sighs, his jaws hanging open as his eyes follow where you're going.

It's the beads of water running down your skin, the way your hips swing as you walk, your body... oh, Jeongin can think of so many things he could do to your body.

The sound of the door being shut behind you snaps him out of his daze. He hurriedly collects his senses and reels himself back to reality.

"Man, don't ever leave me alone with that girl or I'll turn into a bad cop," Mick jokingly says with an overwhelmed sigh.

The boys are laughing at that while Jeongin can only lightly chuckle as he sips his water again.

"Don't worry, mate. I'll always be around her," Keith says.

Everyone has been good for these past few days and it only takes one girl to make them fall back into old habits, proving that no one is really taking the retreat seriously.

Jeongin admits that he may have failed it too because now he regrets not kissing you yesterday.

JEONGIN: I don't know what it is about her that makes us all go wild [laughs]

There's a good chance that Justine feels threatened by your presence that you always see her around Jeongin. She's been by his side the whole day and making it hard for you to talk to Jeongin.

In the afternoon, the boys are out for a workshop and the day has gone without a result.

You decide to get your make-up done early so you'll have time to find Jeongin and if you're lucky, you can talk with him.

Francoise joins you not long after, sitting on the usual spot at the end of the vanity table.

"Hey, girl," she says, putting all of her hair to the back and tying it into a messy ponytail, "how are you?"

"Good, great," you answer without looking away from the mirror and once you're done filling your eyebrow, you look at her, "You?"

Francoise digs into her makeup purse to take her things out and lay them out on the table, "Good."

She starts by applying cream all over her face, then dabs the rest down her neck.

"Tell me all about the boys," she suddenly says.

"They're all attractive," you give an obvious answer just to be safe.

"Anyone you like?" She asks, now applying a different cream to her face.

Not sure if Francoise is merely curious or she has intentions of asking you that but you're not going to lie and say something just to please someone.

You sheepishly smile and give a moment for the setting spray you applied to dry, "There's one."

Francoise lowly gasps, "Oh, who is it?"

You catch that glint in her eyes that threatens you to not say the name of her current partner and she can relax because it's not Kurt.

"It's the uh..." you pause as you look for your brush, "The one I took on the date."

"Oh?" She gasps loudly this time, sensing what your answer could cause.

"He is with Justine though so... what are you going to do?" She asks, propping a hand under her chin and genuinely concerned for you.

"I caught him looking, you know, giving me the eyes," you tell her while putting everything back into your make-up pouch.

Francoise is getting so invested in the drama already that she stops doing her make-up to talk to you, "Is he your number one or..."

"Yeah," you shorty reply.

"But is there anyone you like besides him?" She asks again with the glints returning to her eyes.

You check your make-up once again in the mirror and then lean back on your chair, "Uhm... who's the English guy with the wavy hair?"

"Keith?"

"Yeah, Keith, I like clean, pretty boys like him," you openly share with a smile.

"Yeah, he's cute, a real English lad," she agrees with a giggle.

Your chatter dies down once Bianca and Justine enter the room and Francoise continues doing her make-up while you take it as your cue to get your move on.

YOU: If Jeongin wasn't giving me any signals he was interested, I wouldn't try but I need to find out exactly what's going on.

Justine may have said that Jeongin is free to get to know anyone but since you came, she feels the need to sink her claws deeper into him.

How is he going to get to know you better if she keeps him around all the time?

When he finally gets time for himself Jeongin grabs a glass of wine and chooses the firepit as the place to enjoy the drink.

Not long after, he hears footsteps coming his way, he's about to dread it thinking that it's Justine. Instead, he finds you walking toward him, looking stunning in a skin-tight dress that accentuates every curve in your body.

You stop in front of him, standing and looking at him with a sweet smile on your face, then you cutely ask, "Do you mind if I join you?"

How can he say now when you sweetly asked him like that? Jeongin swallows his drink fast then stifles a nod.

You slowly sit so close to him even though the sofa can fit five people in it, you tuck the strand of hair escaping your messy bun and smile at him.

You don't say anything for a good minute, just staring at him with a smile lingering on your face and Jeongin starts getting comfortable with the silence too.

It's when Jeongin stares back into your eyes, that you look away and let out a light chuckle.

"Last night, I watched how you guys were in bed and stuff, and a few times I caught you looking at me," you say.

That's not what he expects to hear you say when you start speaking to him but he can't deny that because that's true.

"I mean it's okay, it's more than fine but it gets me wondering," you pause to tuck another strand behind your ear.

He gets what you're saying even without having you explain it. You want to know if the looks he gave you mean something or not. Honestly, the reason he did that is because he's simply attracted to you, something about you keeps luring him to look at you and he doesn't know how to make it make sense to you.

"I'm still trying to figure out our connection and if it's leaning towards friendship or—"

You cut him off with a question, "But are you sexually attracted?"

That gets him gulping air, "To you?"

"Yeah."

Isn't it obvious? But you want to hear him admitting it out loud. However, Jeongin finds himself nervously chuckling instead of answering.

"It's not a friendship then," you say, taking his chuckle as a confirmation.

He's the one shyly smiling at you right now and about to fold under your hypnotizing eyes.

You shift on your seat, sitting with your body fully facing him, and say, "But would you say I'm in a position where I shouldn't try to pursue you at all or..."

You gently place your hand on his knee and tilt your head to the side as you continue your sentence, "Would you still like me to continue getting to know you?"

Strangely, that question is easy and hard to answer at the same time. Easy because he is indeed attracted to you and wants to explore this connection with you but he's aware that he could do the same with the connection he has with Justine, not to mention, that she's been with him since day one.

Not getting an answer from him, you make the question simpler for him, "Would you rather me keep trying or would you rather me fully close off?"

Jeongin is only afraid that he wants to be with you because you're this exciting new girl and choosing you means that he throws away what he has with Justine.

But does he want you to fully close off on him?

"I don't think you should fully close off," he mutters then slowly exhales air.

"So it's a yes?" You demand to hear a verbal answer this time.

He yet again responds with a sheepish smile and you have to conclude yourself.

"It's a yes," you confidently remark, giving yourself the answer that you know is true.

JEONGIN: I really want to behave but she's making me hot and flustered. She's so tempting [groans]

All the attention you receive from the boys and these jealous eyes you get from the girls, they're nothing new to you.

It's not your fault that these boys are crowding around you, you're this shiny new thing and they're curious about you. You guess it's because you offer something different than most girls in here.

One guy in particular has his eyes on you all the time, Keith. He keeps standing on the side of the sofa instead of sitting on it.

"Get comfortable, babe, I don't bite," you playfully say, patting the space next to you.

He cracks a crips laugh, showcasing his perfect teeth at you, then hesitantly sits down.

"I don't think we talked before?"

Keith looks stunned that it takes him a moment to process such a simple question, "Yeah," he answers.

"Keith, right?" You ask just to be sure, sipping on your wine while at it.

"Yes," he excitedly answers.

On the outside, Keith is this tall man with a built body and effortless hair but what you see in him is this big golden retriever and you can imagine his tail is wagging as he speaks to you.

"So Keith, tell me what your hobbies are. What are you into?"

"Uh... travel? I like traveling a lot," he answers, getting a bit serious now.

"What do you like to do when you travel?"

"A lot of things. I'm an adrenaline junkie, surfing, snowboarding, bungee jumping..."

"Oh? I never tried bungee jumping before," you share, then take a sip of your wine.

"You should. It's really fun," he says, brushing his hair to the back with his hand.

You lick your lips before speaking, "Then we should do it together next time."

That gets him blushing and then cracks a laugh, "I'd love that."

You bring your glass close to his and clink it with his, "That's a deal!"

Keith is smiling ear to ear and you can hear the excitement in his voice as he speaks, there's nothing cuter than seeing a guy fawning over you.

"You're really beautiful," he blurts out and looks like he didn't mean to say it out loud.

You smile at that and tilt your head to the side, "Am I?"

"You're absolutely gorgeous," he emphasizes every word.

"Aw, thank you," you coo at him.

You're liking what you get from him, the attention and the soft gaze, but it's a bit disappointing that you don't get it from the guy you like.

On the good side, now you know where to go if Jeongin decides not to reciprocate.

All of a sudden, the cone in the corner of the room chimes and orders everyone to go to the cabana.

This will be your first time experiencing this session with Lana in the cabana so you don't get why everyone's mood instantly changes once everyone is seated on the sofa.

YOU: I don't know why everyone acts like somebody just died like... what's going on? It's just Lana.

Everyone gets tense when the cone chimes and then it suddenly turns quiet in the cabana. You don't know what's the drill here but your eyes are glancing side to side, looking at everyone's faces that show almost the same groggy expression.

"What's up, Lana?" Justine asks since no one is saying anything.

"I regret to inform you there has been a breach of the rules," Lana announces.

Someone messed up and Lana is about to out them, now you get why they're so nervous. You're scanning the faces to spot the guilty ones.

"Who's been bad?" Linda says with an accusing tone.

Your head is turning to see if anyone raises their hand or does whatever it is when they're trying to confess their rule break. However, everyone stays tight-lipped and acts innocent.

"Why are you so silent? You need to speak up!" Mick says, a bit too aggressive.

You look around again to see if someone falters at Mick's angry remarks and then notice the sly grin on Damon's face. You're not the only one noticing it, Mick glares at him and sighs.

"Not funny, man," Mick says, looking disappointed and fed-up.

Damon grins again then scratches the back of his head, "Uhm... Bianca and I shared a kiss," he finally admits.

"Again?" Francoise's eyes widen in horror.

"Felt right in the moment to do so," Damon says, adding a nonchalant shrug in the end which only annoys everyone.

"What are you doing?" Linda sharply gasps, her small round eyes almost popping out of her sockets.

You watch as it turns into a whole argument in the cabana over something that isn't should be a problem: kissing someone.

This time, Courtney asks the most important question of all, "You guys kissed and that's it, right?"

Her question only puts more pressure on both Damon and Bianca that either of them hesitate to tell the truth.

"A little something–something else happened last night," he meekly says after a while.

Lana decides to take control of the situation and reveals the rule breaks to everyone, "Last night, Damon and Bianca kissed multiple times but that is not all they did."

Next to you, Keith is constantly sighing and then lowly muttering, "Oh, come on..."

"They also engaged in prolonged, mutual gratification," Lana further reveals.

No wonder Damon and Bianca are so afraid to come forward, Lana basically tells the whole group that Damon and Bianca gave each other a hand job. You don't have any problems with the rule breaks but being exposed for the things you did, that's crazy.

"What even is that?" Linda asks in utter confusion.

Everyone is way too disappointed or too busy groaning in complaint to even answer her question.

"Damon and Bianca, your multiple kisses have cost the group $18,000," Lana informs.

Does that mean 6 grand for a kiss? Okay, now you see that should be a problem.

"Your prolonged, mutual gratification has cost the group a further $30,000."

Your jaws drop open hearing how much money have lost for some hand jobs under the cover at night.

"In total, these rule breaks have cost $48,000," Lana delivers the final bill.

"I'm speechless," Courtney says, planting her head in her hands.

It turns quiet again while the tension keeps building and animosity fills the air, making you afraid to even take a breath.

"The prize fund now stands at $128,000."

YOU: It's gone from bad to worse in a second.

What Jeongin is hearing is bad news after bad news and it's coming from one couple doing the same thing again and again which pissed him off.

They knew the consequences of their actions yet they chose to keep doing it and what do you call that? Selfish.

"Damon and Bianca, I asked you to respect my rules but instead of working on building a deeper more meaningful connection, you have continued to show signs that you may not be here for the right reason."

At this point, they deserve what's coming for them and he wouldn't be surprised if Lana decided to kick them out of the retreat.

"Therefore, I'm setting you the ultimate test," Lana announces.

"Damn..." Damon curses, holding the sides of his head in distress.

Jeongin doesn't know why Lana bothers to put them on a test, isn't it obvious that they're going to fail?

"To see if you adhere to my retreat rules under the most trying of circumstances."

Oh, no, wait. Lana, please don't say that—

"You will spend the night alone in the private suite."

JEONGIN: Lana, you're making a huge mistake.

This is going to be bad.

Jeongin thinks that everyone else agrees with him with how many groans and moans echo in the room. They broke the rules when everyone else in the room with them so what makes him think that they won't do anything when they're left alone?

"We're screwed," Linda meekly says.

"Just great," Justine mutters with an insinuating tone.

Damon looks at everyone and tries to convince everyone that he won't break any more rules.

"I'll be good, guys. I promise I won't spend any money," he says with a not-so-convincing facial expression.

Maybe Jeongin can give Damon the benefit of the doubt but when he looks at Bianca, she's just suppressing her laughs like it's just a joke to her.

"Bianca, you're not saying anything it's a bit worrying," Keith says, speaking everyone's concerns out loud.

Bianca only laughs harder at that, she covers her face with her hands and tries to contain her laughter. How can anyone believe her when she acts like this?

She then clears her throat and tries so hard to put on a serious face, "I won't break rules," she says.

Francoise shakes her head in disbelief, also not buying her statement when they sound like they're merely words.

"Please make your way to the private suite," Lana instructs both Damon and Bianca.

If there's one type of person that Jeongin hates in the world is the one who can't keep their word.

JEONGIN: Let's hope that Damon and Bianca keep their promise.

"Morning," Kurt sleepily greets everyone as soon as he wakes up.

"Morning," Courtney also greets from her bed, twisting her hair and securing it with a hair claw.

The moment everyone wakes up from their beds, the attention is on the empty bed at the end of the room which belongs to Damon and Bianca.

"What did you think Damon and Bianca did last night?" Mick asks, not sure who he's asking but everyone is not ready for that.

"Could be a lot of things," Lou mindlessly answers.

Hearing his answer, you snort as you sip your water next to him.

"It's a hell of a lot of money," Linda sighs with her eyes blank and heavy with sleep.

"I think if they broke the rules, that would be so disrespectful of them," Francoise says, clutching the duvet on her knees.

"Yeah," Kurt nods in agreement next to her.

While everyone else is busy thinking about whether Damon and Bianca break the rules or not. You're busy watching the bed across from yours, at Justine who has her head rested on Jeongin's shoulder and digs her long nails into his arm.

Ugh! You can't stand waking up and seeing Justine all over Jeongin. You have to do something about it.

YOU: Today, it is my mission to make it happen. It should be me on that bed.

No one wants to deal with Lana first thing in the morning and even worse is to deal with a potential financial loss.

The fact that Damon and Bianca take so long to get out of the private suite only makes everyone uneasy with each passing minute.

"Here they come," Courtney says, spotting Damon and Bianca making their way to the cabana.

Linda looks away after seeing them then slumps on the sofa next to you, "Oh, no. They're looking guilty," she meekly mutters.

It's eerily quiet even after Damon and Bianca take seats on the small sofa on one side of the room. People are trying to get clues on what happened in that suite from the looks on their faces and it's concerning.

"Have anything to say?" Mick asks them.

Looking at Damon and Bianca and how they avoid everyone's eyes only assures you that you're right to prepare yourself for the worst.

"Let's hear what Lana says," Damon says, losing that usual smug on his face this morning.

Lana shortly chimes and everyone gets quiet to hear her talk, "Last night, I gave Damon and Bianca a test to see if they could adhere to my rules while alone in a suite."

"Did they do it or did they not?" Justine impatiently asks.

Mick looks at the two again with blank, hopeless eyes, "I hope you guys don't let me down," he says.

Lana continues with her announcement, "Additionally, there's something I did not tell any of you."

Not only for them, that one catches everyone off guard, and with Lana, we never know what's going to happen.

"After numerous rule breaks, I wanted to know how committed Damon and Bianca were to my process. That's why if they failed to adhere to my rules in the suite, proving they're not here for the right reasons."

Damon and Bianca's faces turn to panic at the unknown terms of the test that Lana has only revealed now.

"And I will be sending them home."

YOU: Damn! Lana is not messing about.

The question is did they break the rules?

Jeongin looks around and everyone is just as nervous as him. Justine is fiddling with her nails next to him, Linda covers both of her ears not wanting to hear anything, and Mick has his head in his hands.

It's not just about the money, Lana will be kicking them out of the retreat if they break even a single rule and Jeongin feels a little faint, getting the feeling that they will be going home.

"I must tell the group that..."

And Lana dragging the suspense isn't doing everyone a favor.

"Damon and Bianca did..."

Jeongin lets out a sigh but his chest keeps tightening in every passing second.

"... not break any rules."

Cheers and applause erupt in the room, everyone shooting up from their seats and going at Damon and Bianca. When he thinks about it, it's funny that everyone is celebrating people for not having sex yet Jeongin joins the celebration.

"Bianca, girl, I am proud of you," Justine says as she hugs her.

When everyone has settled down, Damon and Bianca can finally let out a big breath of relief and laugh everything off.

"It wasn't easy, you guys," Damon shares with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh, yeah. We almost folded," Bianca adds with a laugh.

"The prize fund still stands at $128,000," Lana concludes with an update on the money.

After a very thrilling session in the cabana, Jeongin chooses to hang out in the firepit and it doesn't come as a surprise that Justine follows him there.

He lays on the sofa and places a cushion behind his head, facing the swimming pool instead of the sea view while Justine sits on the end of the sofa.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" She asks, hugging a cushion on her lap.

"Yeah, it's so nice in here," he sighs.

Behind her, Jeongin sees you walking out of the villa and going to the sun lounger next to the pool. Instead of sitting on it, you slowly bend down to put suntan oil all over your legs and eventually, your hands are going to your backside to rub it on both of your ass cheeks.

It seems like you're doing it on purpose to get his attention and you know what? That works. Jeongin instantly stops listening to Justine's talk as he puts all of his focus on watching you standing there and touching your body all over.

You finally sit on the lounger and your eyes eventually meet his, you don't hesitate to wave your hand at him with a flirty smile on your face.

His hand somehow raises on its own to wave back at you, he can see himself foolishly smiling too without having to look all the while Justine continuously talking to him.

"I don't think that we should —" she abruptly stops talking as she notices his eyes are looking nowhere at her.

Jeongin quickly looks the other way and shifts his attention back to the girl sitting next to him, "Sorry What were you saying?"

However, Justine turns her head around to see who's been stealing his attention away. Her eyebrows knitted after seeing you sunbathing across the pool, in other words, she's not pleased.

JEONGIN: Oh, fuck! [Facepalms]

It's time.

Justine had enough time to get to know Jeongin and you had enough of waiting for Jeongin to make up his mind so let's not waste any more time being stuck in this love triangle.

Tonight, Jeongin has to choose between you or Justine because he can't have his cake and eat it too.

Justine has had his chance and now it's your time but she's been making it an unfair game, always clinging to Jeongin and giving you a hard time to find a chance to be alone with him so what you're going to do is play by her dirty rules.

While Justine is busy doing her make-up, you sneak out of the dressing room and easily locate Jeongin, because he always chooses the bathroom to get dressed.

You find him leaning against the sink half-naked, styling his hair while holding a tube of pomade in one hand and the crease between his eyebrows shows how focused he is at the moment.

What catches your attention is the milky skin, the toned muscles on his back, and the evident veins coiling down his arms, he gets you biting your lips at the sight of his back figure.

You quietly enter the bathroom and lean against the glass wall of the shower, looking at him through the mirror and putting on a smile. You hold that pose until he notices you.

You crack a soft laugh when he turns around to see you, "Hey, how's your day?"

Jeongin has one corner of his mouth rising higher than the other and curls into a half-smirk after taking a look at you from head to toe and flicks his eyes back to your face.

"Good," he shortly answers.

You tilt your head to the side and keep your sly smile on, "Want to make it better?"

You can see Jeongin slowly catching up to your intention as the other corner of his mouth curls and forms a full smirk on his face. He shyly touches his ear and is unable to speak.

You look him in the eyes and seductively say, "Meet me at the beach in 10 minutes?"

After a while, Jeongin breaks the eye contact and lets out a shy smile. He doesn't know what to do with himself but holding the edge of the sink behind him.

You let the tension build by taking a step closer to him and then stopping right in front of him. In this proximity, you can see the glints in his eyes, flickering like fireworks.

Without waiting for his answer, you tell him, "I'll see you there."

YOU: It's time for me to make my move.

"Fuck!"

Jeongin quietly curses once you leave the bathroom, biting his fist to hold himself from cursing again. He has to actively tell his brain to calm down and continue dressing up if he wants to meet you there.

Regardless of who he wants, you deserve a chance to try and change his mind.

Jeongin walks through the dressing room to check if Justine is still there and she is, she is too busy doing her hair to even notice him making his way through the doorway and then out of the villa.

He doesn't know if ten minutes have passed or not but he's nervous, not wanting to make you wait long. He fixes his shirt as he walks down the path to the beach.

Squinting his eyes, Jeongin finds you sitting alone by the beach with your toes dug into the sand. Your hair is floating around with the soft gust of wind coming from the sea.

Sensing his arrival, you slowly turn your head to the side and smile the moment you see it's him.

Jeongin doesn't say anything but sits there on the sand with you, looking at the beach and how the water level recedes as the night gets late.

When he turns his head back at you, his eyes instantly meet yours.

"I feel like we need to have this chat 'cause I feel some type of way every time I see you with Justine in bed," you say.

You tuck the stray hair covering your face and put it away, "It should be us on that bed," you add.

It seems like you and he shares the same vice, you both are very straightforward, and he finds comfort in that.

"So what happened? Why am I not on your bed?" You ask with that head tilt you always do like a cat that asked to be pet.

"Because..." Jeongin's mind suddenly turns blank, he turns his head back to the sea like it would help him find the answer.

"Because Justine and I got it since day one," he finishes his answer with a safe one.

"But I'm here now," you tell him, your hand goes to the side of your head to keep your hair from being blown away.

"Then you came, yeah," he sighs and he doesn't know why, he feels like holding his breath when he's with you.

"And your head turned," You say with a flirty smile.

The way that you said it not as a question but a statement like you know for sure his head is turned... now that level of confidence is attractive.

"Obviously, you're a beautiful girl," he couldn't deny this and you know that it's true.

His head is indeed turned but that's not the problem here. He doesn't know if you've been ignoring it or completely don't care that he's currently with someone right now.

"But I'm with Justine," he remarks.

Your glossy lips curve into a smile and simply answer, "You think I care?"

So you don't care that he's with Justine or with someone else for that matter.

"I wouldn't take you here if I cared and you know what?" You tuck another strand of hair stuck to your lips, "You wouldn't come here too if you're not interested."

You really got him there that he has no reasons or excuses left in him to deny his liking towards you like it isn't obvious enough.

"I'm going to be honest," you say, shifting your body to face him and daringly staring into his eyes, "I know what I want, and what I want is you."

Oh, fuck, he curses inside his head.

Your confidence, your directness, your honesty, and your overflowing sex appeal, all of those things make you one dangerously alluring girl and it makes him even more nervous.

You prop your hand against the warm sand and ask him such a simple question, "So what are you going to do?"

JEONGIN: The eyes she's giving me right now are making me weak.

Even so, Jeongin can't answer that question. Not because he doesn't have the answer, but because he has so many things running through his head at the moment.

Getting no answer from him, you help him find the answer by suggesting a wild idea.

"How about we lose some money right now?"

That caught him off guard that his head snapped your way, "What?"

"A kiss," you lightly say like it doesn't cost $6,000 and potentially get burned at the stake by the group afterward.

The last time he did break a rule, it wasn't a nice experience and he certainly doesn't want to go through that again.

"Once we kissed and you don't feel any sort of feelings for me then... you can walk away," you devise a compromise with him.

Jeongin is interested in that idea. One kiss to see how connected he is with you, one kiss to know which one he should choose, and ultimately, one kiss that answers it all.

You don't wait for his answer and gesture him to get closer, "Come closer," you sweetly whisper as low as the soft gust of wind blowing his way.

Jeongin obeys without complaint, closing the gap between your bodies, and sits really close to you.

You reach for his jaw and hold the side of his face as you murmur, "You think I'd let you refuse my kiss again, huh?"

He opens his mouth to say something to that when your lips get ahead of him and shut his mouth with a kiss.

The way you passionately kiss him tells him how much you want him and it's arousing him that he finds himself returning your kiss as hard.

Jeongin doesn't really seek that spark but he feels that fluttering feeling, stirring and swirling, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies flying around in his stomach.

He opens his mouth to have you more and kisses you harder and deeper, his lungs start screaming for air. He lets the kiss continue for another moment before breaking the kiss and he can hear you gasp for air the moment he lets go of your lips.

"That was good," you say, licking your lower lip as if you seek the taste of the kiss that lingers there.

Jeongin sheepishly smiles and finds something to say to you that he knows is true.

"You're a good kisser," he compliments.

"I know," you coyly say.

That confidence never ceases to amaze him which assures him that the connection is there and it's getting deeper the more he knows you.

Aware of how dangerous things get, he draws a sharp breath through his mouth, "Oh, you put me in a predicament," he mutters.

On the contrary, you triumphantly smile because the kiss seems to have answered all of your questions yet you still come up with another one.

"So, see you in bed tonight?"

JEONGIN: I've got two beautiful girls making me feel a type of way. What am I going to do?

The night goes on but Jeongin can't tell which one he fears most: Lana reveals the kiss he did with you or Justine finding out about it.

Consider it his lucky day because Lana chooses not to spoil the rule break today and saves it for tomorrow. But that doesn't mean he has passed the hard thing, he still has to do the other hard thing.

Not telling Justine about the kiss would only make it worse so whether he likes it or not, Jeongin has to tell her about it as soon as possible.

He comes to the bedroom knowing that Justine is already there and yes, he's aware of the glare you aimed toward him right now as he sits on the edge of the bed.

Since Justine is talking with Courtney on the next bed, he reaches for her hand to get her attention.

"Can I talk to you?" He quietly mutters, trying not to draw any attention to both of them.

"Okay," Justine says.

Jeongin chooses the dressing room because it's the closest room, sitting on the empty chairs facing each other. This is his chance to tell him but he keeps retreating, not because he's scared but because he's aware of his bad habit of being so forthright with his words.

He takes a moment to carefully pick his words and exhales air before talking.

"Here's the shitty situation and it's going to make me sound like an absolute prick," he begins.

He tries not to look her in the eyes, afraid that it would make him keep retreating with his intention.

"But I'm going to be completely honest because it's the best way to be," he continues.

And he's right, Justine is already sensing that she wouldn't like what she's about to hear and starts making these wistful eyes at him.

However, Jeongin stands firm and reminds himself of what he needs to do here, "I can't lead two girls on and it's not fair."

He knows that he needs to soften the blow by telling her the reasons why to avoid her getting it all wrong. He arranges words in his head before saying them out loud.

"I like being with you, we've got a connection," he tells her, "But what I have with her—"

Justine cuts him off, "The new girl?"

It's unclear why she always addresses you as 'the new girl' but he's not going to mix that issue into this. He nods and continues talking, "I think the connection that I have with her is not worth giving up. I'm willing to give it a go."

The radiance on Justine's face gradually fades in each passing second like someone turns the brightness down. She looks down on her lap and fiddles with her nails, and he gives her a moment to process this.

"Did you guys... talk?" She meekly asks.

"Yes, and we uh..." he struggles to finish the sentence knowing that it'll be unpleasant for Justine.

But he has to, he promised to be honest so here it goes, "We kissed."

Once it's out, he feels so much lighter and he can confidently continue, "I feel something deeper with her."

Justine is lightly bobbing her head whether as a gesture that she accepts it as it is or she only does it to get things over with.

"Are you going to sleep with her?" She asks even though she wouldn't like the answer.

"Yes," Jeongin replies.

He understands well that it's a lot to take in and the fact that it's hard for him too proves that he does it out of care and mostly, out of respect for her.

He places his hand on her shoulder and slowly brings her close for a hug, it won't do much to comfort her since he's the one causing this inconvenience.

"Sorry for putting you in this situation," he murmurs his sincere apology.

But Justine chooses to accept her defeat in silence.

JEONGIN: I feel bad for being abrupt with Justine but it's the only way.

Is it just you or everyone else is also anticipating his return to the bedroom?

You saw Jeongin left with Justine and that means, they're having the talk right now. It's either about the kiss or the bed situation, or even both.

You're restlessly waiting on the bed thinking about who is he going to pick to be his bed partner. Is he going to stay with Justine or will he switch bed to be with you?

Honestly, you hate losing but what you're going to hate more is seeing Justine all over Jeongin every day for the rest of the retreat, and you feel bitter just by imagining it.

The kiss not only assures him but also assures you that you want him and you want him to want you too.

You're hardly listening to the conversation going on in the room but you notice that everyone stops talking when Jeongin returns to the bedroom by himself.

He looks around the room and notices that everyone's attention is on him. The moment his eyes meet yours, your heart skips a beat.

While the conversation in the room continues at a lower volume than before, you quietly watch him walk to his usual bed with Justine and then sit on the edge with his back facing you.

He chose her, you mutter inside your head and your hopeful heart drops to your stomach, making you feel sick.

You look away, not wanting to keep watching how your endeavors turn into a major fail. You slump on the bed and pull your duvet, wanting to get this day over with.

It turns quiet again and you reckon it must be Justine coming into the room, you quickly shift your body to the side with your back facing the door.

Then you see Jeongin come and put his things on the bedside table. You glance up to see if it's really him and your heart inflates with hope again. You hurriedly get up from the bed to make space for him.

"Do you want to take this side or this side?" You ask, offering him which side of the bed he prefers.

"Doesn't matter," he answers.

You scoot to the side to make more space for him on the bed, throwing away the extra cushions onto the floor. You're too ecstatic with the fact that Jeongin chose you and you're not going to let all these judging looks everyone is giving you right now ruin it.

Jeongin settles himself next to you, getting under the cover and also ignoring all the curious eyes wanting to know what has just happened.

Lou notices that his role as your bed partner has been replaced and without saying anything, he goes to Jeongin's former bed to sleep with Justine by default.

"Sorry," you mouthed at him.

"It's okay," he mouthed back with a thumbs-up.

You put your attention back on the guy next to you and now that he's here, you suddenly feel awkward talking to him. You hesitantly reach for his hand resting on the space between you, you take it and put it on your lap. You've never seen such an attractive hand, it's big with long slender fingers but what catches your interest is the veins coiling down his arm.

You turn it over and put your hands together to compare the sizes, "it's bigger than mine."

Jeongin smiles at that and jokingly says, "Nah, your hand is too small."

You wrap your hand around his thumb and Gosh, that makes you wonder if he's big elsewhere too.

Using your index finger, you trail down the evident veins that go from his forearm to the back of his hand, and at the end, you turn his hand over and place your hand inside his hand.

"It's a bit rough there," he says.

It is rough but not the uncomfortable kind, "I like it."

You look at him and curiously ask, "Do you play instruments?"

He looks down at the way your fingertips lightly rub his palm and answers, "I play piano."

"That explains why your hand is beautiful," you compliment him and you like how he gets all shy whenever you do that.

Jeongin touches his ear even though he can't do anything to hide his reddening ear but it makes you want to do more so you slip your fingers in between his and hold his hand.

The moment is interrupted by Justine's dramatic entrance to the bedroom, she glances your way and probably sees that Jeongin is already on your bed. She then goes to her bed and acts as if nothing happened.

And you're not going to let that ruin your happiness too.

YOU: You know what? All's fair in love and war [shrugs]

Last night, the two of you talked a little more before sleep, said goodnight to each other then turned away from each other.

However, when Jeongin wakes up in the morning, he finds himself spooning you and his arm is around you. He carefully retracts his hand away and accidentally wakes you up in the process.

You turn your head to look at him and sleepily smile, "Morning!"

Jeongin brushes his messy hair to the back and hoists himself up, "Morning," he says back.

You stretch your arms and legs out with your eyes screwed shut while making adorable noises like a kitten waking up from a nap.

Jeongin grabs his water tumbler, taking a sip as he watches everyone else also getting up from their bed after the lights turned on.

"Morning, everyone!" Linda sweetly says while holding her tousled hair on the top of her head.

"Good morning!" Courtney beams from the other side of the room.

Even with his eyes still heavy with sleep, Mick takes his duty as a sex cop seriously by asking the important question.

"Did anyone break the rules?"

Jeongin has been considering of doing a different strategy, instead of keeping it until the last minute, he figures it's best to tell everyone about his rule break now.

He raises his hand and keeps it in the air until Mick notices, "We kissed last night," he simply admits.

Mick shoots him with a glare then sighs, "I kind of guessed you guys did," he says while scratching his shoulder.

It's probably too early for them to deal with it or that they knew from the moment he switched bed with you, they seem to let this one slide easily.

Jeongin can't believe that his strategy works.

"Anyone else?" Mick asks with eyes meticulously scanning the room.

All eyes are on the most spending couple in the retreat, Damon lets out a chuckle and scratches his head, "No, we didn't," he coyly denies.

Unlike Justine, you give him the space he needs and Jeongin can freely do what he wants. He starts his day by working out as usual and getting some breakfast after a shower. He doesn't see you until it's time to go to the cabana.

"Miss you," you cutely say with a delighted smile on your face.

Jeongin sheepishly smiles and lets you link your arm with his as he sits next to you.

As expected, the group doesn't say much about his rule break and takes the $6,000 deduction well. And also because, they're more curious about the gifts on the table.

"As you can see, I have a gift for you all," Lana finally addressed the small boxes that matched the number of guests in the retreat.

"The purpose of this gift is to help you learn how to be motivated by genuine feelings of connection, as opposed to lust," Lana further explains.

"So, we're making progress?" Kurt asks around.

"That's a good thing, yeah," Courtney agrees.

"You may now open your boxes," Lana orders.

Jeongin takes two and hands one to you, everyone is exclaiming almost at the same time when they find out what's inside: a watch.

"When I observe two people forming genuine connections, they will be given a green light, like this."

Lana demonstrates by turning everyone's watches chime and lights up in green which excites everyone.

"While your lights are green, retreat rules do not apply for a limited amount of time."

"For how long?" Damon asks.

"She said a limited amount of time," Justine answers with a sly grin thrown his way.

"With this green light, there will be no more spending money," Mick remarks in all seriousness.

Jeongin is not sure that the existence of these watches would stop these people from breaking the rules, especially those who can't wait for them.

"Now that you have the watches, if you do not abide by my rules, there will be severe consequences," Lana warns for the last time.

JEONGIN: I'm so happy to get this watch. Now I can focus on my connection with her.

While the girls are still getting ready, the boys are gathering in the firepit and Jeongin is there as a quiet listener to all the random talks going on all at once.

"I wonder how Lana is going to give these green lights," Kurt says while observing the watch around his wrist.

Rather than answering him, Keith comes up with a different question, "Who do you think is going to be the first one getting a green light?"

"I don't know," Lou sighs.

"Definitely not me," Damon jokingly says.

Jeongin always thought that if there's one couple more established than the other it's Damon and Bianca but hearing that makes him doubt it.

"It's Lana, she's not going to make it easy," Lou says, being the reasonable one among the bunch.

Jeongin strongly agrees with him so he nods and says, "Yeah, I think so too."

Kurt puts his foot down and leans forward, "But bro, if they go green, you can do anything," he says with bewildering eyes.

"Anything you want, yes," Lou emphasizes it for everyone, then sips his drink.

"I need to know how long though," Damon reclines on the sofa and spreads his arms out on the headrest of the sofa, "Like is it long enough for just a kiss or long enough for a quickie?"

Mick almost spits his drink when he hears it, "A quickie?"

Kurt foolishly grins and slaps Damon's knee, "That's what I was thinking."

Lou has his forehead wrinkled into a questioning look on his face, "How are you going to, like... shouldn't you get it up first, bro?"

"It turns green and you just go at it," Damon simply resolves.

Everyone bursts into laughter and there's no denying it anymore, boys will always be boys.

"How about you though?" Damon says to Jeongin.

"It's going to be tough for you, man," Keith says, grinning at him but in a way that hints he's both jealous and concerned for him.

It's indeed a little concerning and Jeongin has only shared the bed with you for one night, so far things are good but knowing you and your alluring charms, he gets that feeling again that it's only about time.

"How was it sharing a bed with her?" Kurt curiously asks.

"It was nice and fun, she's so friendly," Jeongin sincerely answers.

"Friendly, huh?" Damon says with a wink, taking his answer out of context.

"Let me know when you need to tap out," Keith jokingly says.

However, Jeongin knows that it's not a joke to him but there's a more important thing than kissing and that is getting a green light with you.

JEONGIN: All I want to do is kiss her so I'm going to try and get a green light.

It's going to be a good night, you can feel it.

You feel good in your dress, you feel good when you check your appearance in the mirror and you feel exceptionally good about yourself.

It feels even better now that you have someone to share this feeling with.

"You look nice," you compliment him.

He's indeed looking nice in a simple outfit of blue jeans and a white shirt, but he knows how to make such a basic look work.

That's another thing you like about him, he has this impeccable way of dressing and it shows.

"I like your shirt," you say.

The short sleeves of his shirt showcase his bulging biceps as he stretches it on the sofa.

"Thank you," he sweetly says with a smile.

You poke his dimple before it disappears and compliment again, "I like your dimples too."

He cracks a laugh this time and watches you lift your arm in the air, shaking your hand.

"I think it's not catching any signals," you playfully say.

Jeongin breaks into another wave of laughter and brings your hand down, "Do you think by complimenting me you'll get a green light?"

"Mm-hm," you innocently nod.

He lightly shakes his head and drains his glass of wine, "I think Lana won't fall for that," he says.

Everyone else is there and can see what you're doing so you can't do much but put your legs on his lap and your arm across his chest.

"And you don't have any compliments for me?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

He puts away his empty glass and looks at you, "I think you look gorgeous," he says.

"You think?" You pout to show your displease.

"You are gorgeous," he corrected his earlier remarks.

"What else?" You demand more compliments while maintaining eye contact with him.

"Hmm..." he cutely purses his lips as he thinks, "I like your dress."

"Okay, what else?" You demand more.

Jeongin looks at you from head to toe to find something to compliment, he places his hand on your shin as he says, "I like your shoes."

You playfully kick your feet in the air to show off your laced-up heels to him, "Cute, right?"

He slides his hand down to your ankle and you like seeing his hand on you, "They're cute," he agrees.

"They kind of painful to wear though," you share with a pout.

You've been finding a way to be alone with him and blatantly doing it would spoil it but now, you have found an excuse you can use.

"I need to change my shoes," You slowly get up from the sofa and offer your hands to him.

He does nothing but look at your hands, then at you.

"Come with me!" You say, taking his hands and dragging him with you to the dressing room.

Once you're there, you take off your shoes and put them under your closet. Not giving him time to escape, you grab him by the elbow and lead him to sit on the chair.

"We're going to stay here for a minute," you tell him, sitting sideways on his lap to not let him get away.

Jeongin clearly catches up to your intention, it's not about the shoes, it's you wanting to get him alone with you.

"What if someone comes in?" He asks.

You laugh at that and simply respond, "But we're not doing anything."

"You're doing things here," he says to you with a knowing smile.

You rest your hand on his chest to hold him down, "We're not going to do anything you don't want," you assure him.

YOU: Jeongin is so hot and I just want to rip his clothes off [chuckles]

As you stare at his face, you get reminded of how you saw him in a picture when they told you to pick one to get on a date. But you know what? The picture doesn't do him justice.

Jeongin is much more beautiful in real life. He has a pair of eyes like a fox, angular jaws, a sharp nose, and plump lips that get you biting your lips, tantalizing you to feel how soft they are.

You place your hand on his chest and lovingly gaze into his eyes, deciding to continue your train of compliments for him.

"You're so handsome."

He has all these masculine features on him but when he smiles, it softens all of the edges and he turns into this cute guy with a warm smile.

"Thank you," he calmly replies.

You put your hand around his shoulder and the other hand is feeling the toned muscles through his shirt.

"You're so hot," you seductively say.

"Thank you," he shortly responds.

You know compliments won't get you far so you take a bold move and run your hand through the nape of his neck. Jeongin shivers when you do that and that gives away the fact that his neck must be one of the sensitive parts of his body.

You gently tug at the hair on the back of his hair and at once, you pull his head to the back, sending him looking up at you.

You tantalize him with your lips, dragging them down his jawline before placing a kiss on the skin behind his ear. You feel his hand on your waist, gripping the fabric of your dress.

You smile knowing that you get him good and continue the trail of kisses down the column of his neck. This time his other hand grabs at your thigh but doesn't go higher above the knee.

"I know you want this," you whisper at him.

"But we can't," he hisses.

Feeling mischievous, you take a playful bite at his ear and a breathless moan slips out of his parted mouth. He grabs at your thigh again and you can feel his nails digging into the flesh.

"I can't promise I'm not going to try and break any rules tonight," you tell him.

Sooner or later, you both will break a rule, it's inevitable, not with this much sexual chemistry you have between you.

"We just got the watches," he reminds you.

But his arm is tightening around you and his other hand is inching closer to the hem of your dress.

You kiss him on the neck again and softly whine into his ear as a way to complain to him, "It's going to take a long time though."

"We don't want to risk getting kicked out, mmh?"

Jeongin is the most reasonable one out of the two of you but that means the chance to break rules stays at fifty percent.

YOU: Obviously, I want to get a green light but talking about feelings, it's just a bit... [cringes]

Jeongin should consider that he has passed one of the hardest tests in retreat so far.

You should trust him when he says it takes everything in him not to fold when you sweetly ask for a kiss and he won't give it to you. It even surprised him how much he restrained himself from temptations.

And even though it's bedtime, Jeongin remains cautious.

You're the last to join him on the bed and stay quiet as you climb onto the bed. That gets him wondering if you're mad about him refusing to rule break with you.

As you sit on the bed next to him and apply hand cream on your hands, he reaches for your head and softly gives your hair a ruffle.

"What took you so long?" He carefully asks.

You slowly turn around on the bed and look at him, "I chatted with Keith for a bit," you answer.

His eyes hover on the hunky guy occupying the bed at the end of the room and silently boring a hole in between his eyes with his laser eyes.

He knows Keith won't give you up that easily.

"Goodnight, beautiful people!" Courtney mutters as the lights are off.

You pull the duvet up to your chest and peck him on the cheek as a goodnight kiss.

"Night," you mutter before turning on your side of the bed and giving your back to him.

Jeongin is not the kind of person who holds grudges over something or someone, but he hates to go to sleep with this tugging feeling at his chest.

He puts his arm around you and pulls you close until your back meets his chest. He can hear you smiling without having to look at it.

Jeongin can let out a sigh of relief and when he inhales air, he can smell the sweet scent of your shampoo clinging to your hair.

"You smell so good," he murmurs at you.

"Thank you," you murmur back.

You start rubbing your hand up and down his arm in a fluttering way that makes him tingle inside. You bring his hand close to your mouth and kiss it.

Jeongin buries his nose in your neck and kisses you there, he can feel how soft your skin is as he places little kisses down your bare shoulder.

"You're so soft," he compliments again.

"Thank you," you mutter in a giggly tone.

JEONGIN: We've only just got our watches, but I'm really struggling to not break the rules right now.

The next thing he knows, he has your body molded against him until there's no gap left between your bodies.

He lets his hand freely explore your clothed body, feeling every curve of it and picturing it in his head as he goes. He stops when he meets the skin he can touch, feeling how soft it is under his fingertips.

"Mmh... so soft," he delightfully hums.

He continues the exploration and turns to the side where he rests his hand on the curve of your hips, he rubs the skin in circular motions before sliding it down the side of your thigh.

"You're so soft all over," he whispers with his hot breath fanning your neck.

You turn around on the bed and lying on your side facing him, you lift your head to place his arm under and use it as your pillow.

Then you slip your arm under and pull him close, letting his body eclipse yours. This way, he can feel your body against him, your body heat, your softness, your curves and edges, just you under him.

Jeongin uses this as an opportunity to get back at you, doing what you did to him, kissing your neck and nibbling at your ear.

As Jeongin switches to the other neck, you whisper to him, "Everyone is sleeping."

From the quiet and stillness that hangs in the room, Jeongin can confirm that everyone else is already sleeping but that's not the problem here.

He lifts his head and props his elbow against the mattress, he looks at your face under the low light of the sleep lamp. And honestly, teasing you has been making him horny too and he can't resist it anymore.

Slowly, Jeongin places his lips on yours and quietly makes out with you as you pull the duvet to cover both of you.

The kiss is so good that he keeps kissing you and you keep giving it to him, opening your mouth for him so he can taste more of you.

You keep things interesting either by biting his lips or twirling your tongue with him in between kisses and Gosh, he loves every bit of it.

Fuck money, it's worth more than that.

Jeongin is so fully immersed in the kiss that he doesn't notice your hand that goes down to the waistband of his boxer, tugging at it to find access inside.

He forces himself to pull away from the kiss to say, "You can't do that, baby?"

You slyly smile and boldly say, "Why don't you try and stop me?"

You waste not another second to slip your hand inside his boxer and instead of stopping you, Jeongin lays back on his side of the bed and closes his eyes as he feels your hand wrapped around his length.

JEONGIN: A part of me just thinks "fuck it" [laughs]

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djarinova · 1 year ago

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"Am I your lockscreen?"

jean kirstein x gn reader

content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone words - 1k

"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"

Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him.

The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner.

"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!"

Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings.

The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court.

"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."

You scoff, trying your best to ignore him.

His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth.

"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."

And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps.

You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering.

"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing."

His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.

"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—"

Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.

“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.

ShitShitShit

Jean grimaces.

Act dumb.

“What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”

Not that dumb.

You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes.

"And you're sure about that, huh?"

"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…"

You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head.

"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"

Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly.

God. That was a mess.

“Jean?”

He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.

“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly.

You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him.

“Jean, would you please look at me?”

He doesn't.

“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”

You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.

“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.”

Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt.

“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”

Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.

“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.”

You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.

“Why didn't you want me to know?”

“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.

You shake your head.

“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”

“Okay.” Jean smiles.

“Just promise me one thing—”

“Anything.”

“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”

Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.

Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.

Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.

“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”

Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.

“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”

#he's so cute I want him so bad #want to pepper his face in kisses #mwah mwah mwah fr #jean kirstein fic #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein fic #sage.fics #aot fic

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satcrvz · 10 months ago

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CHAPTER SIX: EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DOG

navi

"what do i wear?" you ask holding up two sweatshirts that nearly looked identical.

nobara huffs before responding, "please just pick one, they look the same babe"

"i can't! am i overthinking? i'm definitely overthinking". you decide to go with the sweatshirt you were holding in your right hand. nobara calls out to you from her room, "he's literally seen you at your worst!"

you assume that she's referring to when you first saw him, when you found out that he existed. that wasn't my worst moment i was cute for a girl in pajamas.

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you and yuuji are almost to your destination, "you know you sounded like rapunzel asking to see the lanterns when you asked me to drive you"

"oh my god shut up i did not" you say in between giggles. he makes the final turn and there you are, yuta's house.

"oh you're just going to drop me off on the curb like i'm a whore" you say while unbuckling your seatbelt.

only his left hand is on the steering wheel and his head turns very slowly to look at you, "you want me to walk you to the door like i'm dropping you off for a playdate?"

"yeah kinda," you pause to open your door and hop out "it'd be rude if you didn't stop and say hi". the minute you heard him sigh, you knew you'd won.

you greeting yuta was a blur, you can't even remember what stupid shit you did because of your nerves. all you remember was a holy shit you muttered when you saw the entry way, to call it nice was an understatement.

currently, you were sitting criss crossed on the floor with yuta to the left of you. "so wait, you have all the games?"

"yeah! you could play the resident evil 4 remake since it's still kind of trending?" he stares at you and there's a short moment of silence before he continues, "only if you want to though, you'll have the controller, not me".

you give him a reassuring smile, "yeah that's fine! beware I am going to die though". he laughs and you swear its the cutest thing you've ever heard "it's okay, i can walk you through it" shutupshutup oh my god i'm going to scream.

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"wait why are they jumping him. just make friends with them duh”

“yn, you have to fight back” the stress was very adamant in his tone. "i can't. i wasn't paying attention when they gave instructions. . ." you glance over to the chat to see a mix of yours and yuta's fans laughing at you.

he reaches over to grab the controller from your hands, but not without "accidentally" ghosting over both of your hands holding the controller.

you watched the screen and took an occasional glance at the stream. you figured you should probably figure out what buttons he's pressing, so you look down at his hands which were actually quite nice. no dirt under them, hang nails, or anything else, it almost made you forget why you looked over at them.

"there", he says while handing the controller back to you. "dude where the fuck did you go?" you'd ended up in a completely different spot from where you initially were. "hey, i put you on the right path. you ran like, too far from where you were actually supposed to be"

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"okay guys! i think that's it for today my back is starting to hurt, and i'm sick of someone criticizing me" you're staring directly at the chat while you say this.

"i wasn't criticizing! i mean i was, but it was helpful" he continues, "this is our first time hanging out and you're already trying to get rid of me"

"whatever. anyways bye guys!" you say while ending the stream. you bring both hands up and behind your head to stretch

"i'm hungry, i think i'm going to text yuuji to come get me"

"you don't have to, i can take you back and stop and get something, if thats okay with you?"

teehee... do we like?

my brain was cooking but my fingers were not. do y'all fw ihop? i might make ihop the stop.

didn’t proofread this 😭

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maislovebot · 11 months ago

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I love you in the worst way

Atsushi x reader x Akutagawa 3some

My motivation is finally back in full swing!! Please feel free to leave a request or two:3 This is my first time writing a threesome, please be gentle with me:’)

Contains: afab reader, they/them prns, slight sskk towards the end, no use of y/n, slight angst, implied hurt comfort, threesome, foreplay, spit roasting/dp, missionary, oral (everyone receiving), reader gets eaten out TWICE!! How spoiled, Atsu eats it from the back to eat Aku’s cum out of you, oral fixation, established relationship (Atsu & reader), Akutagawa has a crush on reader, jealousy, competitive Atsu & Aku, unprotected, multiple orgasms, overstim, like really, the reader has to stop because it’s too much, squirting, premature ejaculation, hair pulling, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, throat-fucking, aftercare, open ending

You and Atsushi are in a very dedicated relationship. Atsushi can’t imagine what his life would be like without you, and his self doubt would typically stop him from doing anything like this ever, but, something about this offer was too alluring.

You and Atsushi had a very fulfilling sex life, he was always so attentive and sweet. He was always touching you in a way he knew you liked, oftentimes putting your pleasure before his. But this was certainly new. Never would Atsushi have guessed you would have a threesome, with Akutagawa no less. At the beginning of your relationship, you and Atsushi both made it clear that threesomes were fine as occasional ways to spice things up, but you two hadn’t gotten around to doing it yet. He especially didn’t expect it to be with Akutagawa of all people. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure how he got here. But however it happened, it was shockingly nice.

Sure, Atsushi was feeling a little insecure, but it was strangely attractive watching you get fucked by someone else, and he could tell how enjoyable this was for the both of you. You seemed to enjoy the change of pace, so he was willing to set himself aside.

Akutagawa was currently between your thighs, eating you out with absolutely zero shame. He gripped your hips to pull you closer to his mouth, pumping his delicate fingers to prep you. Your head lay on Atsushi’s lap as he looked right into your eyes to help calm your nerves. It was obvious that you were a little nervous, and Akutagawa can tell too based off of the way you subconsciously shut your thighs, trying to shut him out.

“Open your legs.” Akutagawa's attempt at dirty talk was honestly a little cute, considering how blunt it was.

You did as he asked, opening your legs enough for his head to fit nicely between them. He licked a stripe up your cunt, and glanced up at Atsushi again, reaching your hand up to play with his hair.

Akutagawa didn’t like that.

He’s the one pleasing you, right? Atsushi’s just giving the orders. Akutagawa dug his nails into your thighs to make you pay attention to him and Atsushi glared at him.

“Don’t do that. You’re lucky I’m even letting you in our bed.”

Akutagawa rolled his eyes, but loosened his grip on you. Akutagawa prodded his tongue at your entrance, past your tight walls, using his fingers to thumb at your clit instead. You whimpered at his actions, gripping his hair. Akutagawa liked how you grabbed his hair. He moaned into your cunt, and as a form of support, you lifted your hand up to hold Atsushi’s. Akutagawa still had a firm enough grip to hold you against his face, his head spreading your thighs further as he forced his tongue as deep as it could go. You whimpered again, wrapping your thighs around Akutagawa's head. You could feel yourself getting closer, and you held Atsushi’s hand tighter to stabilize yourself. Again, Akutagawa didn’t like that. He lifted his hand up, grabbing yours as it lay atop his head.

“If you wanna grab something, grab my hair. Don’t hold him.”

You didn’t wanna make Atsushi jealous, but you also didn’t want to feel the wrath of Akutagawa when he’s upset, already dealing with that enough when Atsushi complains to you about Akutagawa after work. You settled for both, holding Atsushi’s hand tight and pulling on Akutagawa's hair, forcing him closer to your dripping pussy.

When Akutagawa pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, you saw stars. He was different from Atsushi, as he was much less gentle. Even when Atsushi got pussy-drunk, he was still attentive. If anything, he became more focused on you. Akutagawa was mean with it, pinching your clit in a way that made you cry out.

“A-Akutagawa, please!”

Akutagawa moved his teeth to nibble on your clit, defying you completely. The stimulation was enough to drive you over the edge, and you came, your cum dripping onto the bed.

“Akutagawa. Don’t hurt them.”

Akutagawa sighed, pulling himself away from your cunt.

“They liked it. What’s the deal?”

“It’s just..I hate seeing them..like that.”

They both looked at you, expecting an answer, but you were still recovering from your orgasm, breathing heavily as the grip on Atsushi’s hand loosened as the tension in your body slowly got relieved. They both sat there, allowing you to calm down from your high. Once you did, you completely disregarded all their questions, clearly not looking forward to giving an answer.

“I need you both..I agree with the both of you. I like how Atsushi treats me so nice, even when he’s being rough with me, but I also like how mean Akutagawa is.”

They both sat in silence, agreeing to go with what you said.

“Understood. But refer to me as Ryunosuke. We’re having sex, I think we’re close enough to go by my first name.” Akutagawa said, going over to you to brush some hair out of your face from your disheveled form.

“Alright..Ryu.”

‘Ryu?’ Atsushi thought. You always call him Atsu. He wasn’t fond of the nickname, especially how similar it was to his. Nevertheless, he bit his tongue to make you happy.

Akutagawa, on the other hand, may have not shown much emotion besides slight confusion from the new nickname, but inside he was ecstatic. It was almost like you two were together.

Atsushi lifted you up, getting you on all fours.

“You wanted both of us, right? Is this what you meant?” You understood his implication, turning away from the embarrassment, but still nodding.

Wordlessly, Akutagawa went behind you. Atsushi wasn’t fond of the fact Akutagawa wanted to take you first, but he bit his tongue again. His patience was running thin, but he could tell you were enjoying it, so he decided to push his feelings down and look at the bright side. At least he’d be the first to feel your mouth around him, and this knowledge made Atsushi smile. He sat up and began to sit in front of your face, leaning forward to kiss you before pulling away and looking at Akutagawa.

“You’re lucky we have no protection on us, but you better pull out.” Atsushi warned.

Akutagawa nodded half heartedly, slowly aligning himself with your entrance. Luckily, it wasn’t hard to adjust to Akutagawa because of his shockingly similar size to Atsushi, who you’d grown accustomed to.

Atsushi still looked hesitant, worrying that taking him and Akutagawa may be too much. You, on the other hand, pushed your face forward to take Atsushi. He felt weak in the knees at your pleading face, so needy. He got the message, and he moaned when your lips closed in around his tip. Akutagawa noticed Atsushi was inside of you, and quickly pushed in the rest of the way to make you focus on him, and Atsushi glared, giving Akutagawa a ‘be nice’ look.

Akutagawa got the message, but chose to ignore it. He pulled out to the tip, then slammed back inside of you, making you moan around Atsushi’s cock, and the vibrations made Atsushi buck his hips into your mouth. Atsushi was trying to be nice, but you were so addicting. You started with kitten licks to Atsushi’s cock, and Akutagawa gripped your hair, rather gently all things considered. He leaned over you to kiss your neck and left small licks to it.

You groaned at Akutagawa’s actions, taking more of Atsushi in your mouth. Atsushi froze, pleasure overtaking him as you hollow your cheeks, giving Atsushi more stimulation. Atsushi whimpered with a high pitched sound, bucking his hips further into your mouth, making you take him deeper. You let out a choked sound and Atsushi almost pulled away, until you gripped on his thigh, giving him a pleading look. Atsushi understood, whimpering as you licked along the underside of his cock, before you were quickly brought back to Akutagawa as he smacked your thigh.

“Why won’t you pay attention to me? It’s like you’re not even feeling me.”

“I am..I just want to make sure Atsu has a good time, too.”

Akutagawa glared at him. This would’ve been so much better if he could’ve had you all to himself. It’s such a shame Atsushi got to you before he could.

Akutagawa sped up his movements, making sure you were paying close attention to him. He couldn’t go crazy fast because of his bad health, but he went so hard you could feel every movement inside of you. You let out a muffled whine, your mouth closing in on Atsushi more. Akutagawa lifted his hand up to your clit, and you could almost cry. It was so much. He kept thrusting into you, keeping a grip on your hair. It wasn’t strong enough to hurt, but it was surely giving you a message, the message being: ‘don’t you dare look at that weretiger when I’m right here.’

Akutagawa rubbed circles on your clit, the pressure made your knees buckle and lose your balance. Luckily, Atsushi was there to catch you to the best of his abilities considering his angle.

“Mnn, Ryu–feels good,” you babbled out.

Akutagawa could feel himself nearing his edge at your praise, and it embarrassed him how much your enjoyment meant to him. It was strange how much he cared about your happiness, as he only really associates servitude with Dazai. He wanted to please Dazai no matter the cost, even though it dragged him down an absurd amount. He knew the way Dazai treated him was hurting him, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop pining after Dazai’s approval. And despite all this, you were able to bring out a different kind of search for approval. It wasn’t like with Dazai how he wanted to prove himself purely so he could sleep at night, and because he felt like he had to try and prove himself whenever he could. He wanted to help you purely because he cared about you and it made him feel good, and the feeling was addicting. He just wanted more, more, more. All he wanted was to make you happy, to please you, to make you cum, hold you close, and–

Before he had even realized it he had started crying. He was still thrusting inside of you, but his vision was bubbly with tears and he couldn’t tell why; he wasn’t the most in tune with his emotions after all.

Luckily, after all those years of torment, he had learnt to cry completely silently, as God knows what would happen to him if Dazai caught him crying. The only person who could see Akutagawa’s face was Atsushi, and he was preoccupied with your mouth.

“I’m c-close,” Akutagawa mumbled. It was expected for him to cum much faster than you two considering his health and his lack of experience, and he expected you to judge him for it, but all you did was nod and pick up the pace with Atsushi. Atsushi was also rather sensitive, and he cried out when you started to suction on his cock even more than before. So warm, so welcoming. Akutagawa came, unable to pull out due to his hypersensitivity. Atsushi followed quickly after. Atsushi pulled out to cum into his hand, as even after all the time you two have had sex, he’d always be too embarrassed to cum on your face or in your mouth.

“So good, both of you, you–”

“Hey, you didn’t cum. I think Akutagawa should keep going.”

How the hell could Atsushi tell? He wasn’t even the one fucking you.

It made Akutagawa jealous. Why was Atsushi allowed to know so much about you, but he wasn’t? They both had similar backgrounds, so why choose him? Why not me? Akutagawa thought. It upset Akutagawa to know that Atsushi knew you better than he ever will.

Nonetheless, Akutagawa followed Atsushi’s orders, not wanting to leave you without orgasm. He moved his hand up, teasing at your hole and rubbing his thumb over your clit.

“Why couldn’t I get you to come?”

“It’s not something you did, don’t blame yourself. Just prove you can make me cum now.”

Your understanding nature never failed to make Akutagawa weak in the knees. It was so simple, you were just kind to him. You didn’t expect the world out of him, and it drove him crazy.

He pushed a finger inside of your cunt, curling it up towards your g-spot as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. Atsushi watched, and as jealous as he was, he couldn’t deny how hot it was to watch you whimper and whine and arch your back from a different point of view. It was so hot and he couldn’t even tell why.

You arched your back more as Akutagawa added in a second finger, thrusting in and out, in and out. He had slowed down his actions significantly, and it didn’t take long for you to come on his fingers. As you came you let out a loud moan and you curled your fingers into the bedsheets, lifting your ass higher in the air.

You panted gently, and Atsushi pet your hair to calm you down. That was until he had processed what really happened. Akutagawa had actually come inside of you. You didn’t seem to mind all that much, but it made Atsushi incredibly jealous. He wordlessly stood up, walking behind you and pushing Akutagawa out of the way. He saw Akutagawa’s cum dripping out of you, and immediately licked it up from your filled cunt, making you spasm and lose balance on the bed. Akutagawa wordlessly stood there, staring at the erotic sight before him. Something about seeing Atsushi lick up his cum was so. hot.

“A-Atsu! Sensitive!”

“I know, if it’s too much just tell me.”

You whined and nodded, your face pushing into the bed as you tried to balance yourself. Atsushi feverishly sucked at your folds, licking all of Akutagawa’s cum from your cunt. Once it was all cleaned up, he thrusted his tongue inside of your twitching hole, attempting to force Akutagawa’s cum out of you.

Akutagawa stood there, staring at your cunt and Atsushi’s mouth. He was practically drooling at the sight, your arms trembling and trying to hold yourself up as you teared up, loud moans and whines leaving your lips. Atsushi thrusted his tongue inside of you, trying to get as much of Akutagawa’s cum out of you as he could. It was so overstimulating, all you could do was sit there and focus on keeping enough strength in your legs to not topple over. The sheer overstimulation was almost too much to handle.

Considering how you had just cum, it didn’t take long to get there again. You tightened on Atsushi’s tongue, pushing his tongue outside of you, forcing him to fuck his tongue deeper inside of you. You came with a loud whimper and a tighter grip on the sheets, and Atsushi left a kiss on your lower back as he pulled away from you.

“I think it’s mostly gone now. Don’t you dare do that again.” Atsushi said, his mannerisms much more sly than what was typical for him. He glanced over at Akutagawa, almost rolling his eyes at how hard he was again.

“Let’s switch things up, alright Akutagawa? Unless you’re too tired..”

You almost chuckled at how petty Atsushi was acting, it was so strange coming from him.

“Atsu? Are you jealous?”

Atsushi stiffened, his grip on your thighs tightening.

“Maybe, although I don’t think Akutagawa is all that different.”

Atsushi looked at Akutagawa expectantly, and he simply shrugged.

“Perhaps.”

By this point, Atsushi was teasing his tip towards your entrance. Akutagawa was sitting in front of you, staring at the way your back arched.

You gripped Akutagawa’s thigh, gently urging him to come closer to you for easier access. He was curious as to how you gave head, and based on Atsushi’s reactions, he knew it’d be more than pleasant. Not to mention it was you giving him head. He honestly thought you could do anything and he’d be satisfied.

Akutagawa rested a hand in your hair, pulling your head up to the head of his cock.

“Ryu?”

You called him ‘Ryu’ again. Atsushi felt another pang of jealousy, and as gentle as he wanted to be with you, considering how you were so overstimulated your legs were barely holding you up, but he couldn’t help but push into you the rest of the way in one thrust to bring your attention back to him. You yelped, letting go of Akutagawa’s thigh and instead whimpering and shutting your eyes tight.

“Sorry, Ryu. Here..”

You turned your head up, gently gripping Akutagawa’s cock and licking at his tip, jerking off the rest of his cock.

Now, Atsushi wasn’t a particularly jealous person; he was more insecure and vaguely possessive than anything, but seeing you trying your hardest to focus on Akutagawa instead of him, your boyfriend, he couldn’t help it. Atsushi pulled out to the tip and left one quick thrust in, making you let out a choked cry. It worked. You were still trying to pay attention to Akutagawa, but it was hard with how Atsushi was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow and running circles on your clit. It hurt so good.

Atsushi decided to do what Akutagawa had done earlier, pinching your clit. Akutagawa certainly wasn’t going slow either, gripping your hair and forcing you back and forth on his cock, and in all honesty, you weren’t doing much work at all. You mainly just rocked back and forth from Atsushi and Akutagawa’s out of sync thrusts.

Akutagawa was already close to cumming, and he was a little embarrassed. Curse his bad health. You knew he was close because he kept twitching inside of your mouth, and you gently scratched Akutagawa’s thighs in need of air. You were so tired and you felt used up, but regardless, you stuck it out in hopes of pleasing the both of them.

Akutagawa quickly came down your throat, and he tasted shockingly pleasant. You still thought Atsushi tasted better though. No one could quite beat the sweet taste of his cum.

Akutagawa stopped pulling your hair, slowly loosening his grip on it as he pulled out of your mouth. He felt so overstimulated, and he couldn’t even imagine how you must’ve felt. As far as he knew, you’d come three times already.

Atsushi wasn’t quite there yet, and although you were teetering on the edge, you knew it’d take at least a few minutes to build up that final sensation.

As a form of comfort, Akutagawa lifted your head again and left a kiss to the top of your head, running his fingers through your disheveled hair. He twirled what he could around his finger, admiring the look of if. The tender actions caught you off guard, and you melted into his touch as Atsushi kept going at it. You laid your head on Akutagawa’s lap as he played with your hair. It was a nice offset from Atsushi’s harsh treatment of your spent cunt.

Atsushi didn’t like that.

He was supposed to be the one to play with your hair and kiss the top of your head and comfort you through your absolute mind breaking orgasm, not him. Not Akutagawa.

Without warning, he switched your guys’ position around to where you two were facing each other in missionary. He kept thrusting into you mercilessly, rubbing your clit and kissing the sides of your face and licking along your neck, leaving small, delicate licks.

His general goal of switching your positions was to make you stop looking at Akutagawa, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t because he simply preferred it that way. He liked looking at your face. It reassured him. He especially loved looking at your eyes.

And by God, was it worth it. He spread you out on your back, and he was met with the sight of your back arching up into his abdomen, pressing up into his waist. Your eyes were shut tightly, your throat rubbed raw from the loud moans you kept letting out. He loved the way your moans heightened in pitch as you kept letting them leave your throat. You kept shaking your head back and forth as you gripped your bed sheets, your thighs tensing and relaxing in a strange, off balance rhythm.

You moved your hands up to Atsushi’s back, raking your fingers down his back, making Atsushi hiss. Akutagawa saw the way you left white and red lines down Atsushi’s back, and he couldn’t help but feel turned on from the sight. He would do anything to have you scratch his back the way you were doing to him. You felt yourself crashing over the edge, and you ended up squirting all over Atsushi’s abdomen from the sheer stimulation. Akutagawa was stunned. The sight was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, and he wasn’t even the one parking in it. He felt so jealous, it was driving him crazy. Why couldn’t he be the one to do that to you?

The sight of your chest heaving from your orgasm driving the both of them crazy. He kept thrusting into you, chasing his own orgasm like a rabid animal. You moaned loudly as he kept going, the entire sight was breathtaking, so much so that he had practically forgotten Akutagawa was even there. Nothing else mattered, just him and you.

That was until you gently pulled on Atsushi’s hair.

“Too much..Atsushi..!”

You were cut off by one of your own moans, and you quickly yelped out as Atsushi pinched your clit yet again.

“Atsushi! Too much!”

He stopped in his tracks, wordlessly removing his hand from your clit and letting go of your hair, pulling out of you slowly.

“G-God, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what got to me—” Atsushi kept rambling on, trying to get you to forgive him for taking it too far, when you weren’t even upset with him. He was begging for your forgiveness before you had even gotten a chance to breathe. You loved him for his worried nature, finding it rather endearing, but you were worried he thought you were genuinely upset with him over what was obviously a total accident.

“Atsu, it’s fine. Trust me. Just lay down next to me..”

Atsushi nodded, holding you close. That was when Atsushi suddenly remembered Akutagawa was there, you had remembered as well, but you were too tired to even look up to see him. When Atsushi glanced over at Akutagawa, he was met by a somewhat lonely, but also surprisingly proud look? Atsushi had realized Akutagawa was proud of the fact he wasn’t the one who went too far, the fact that Atsushi was the one who couldn’t hold himself back. Atsushi rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to you. You buried your face into Atsushi’s chest, waiting for the string of worried questions bound to come any moment.

“When did I go too far? What did I do that made it too much? …” by the time he made it to the third question you were zoning out, and you simply placed a finger over Atsushi’s lips. He shut up, with a mumbled “I promise I’ll make it up to you..” leaving his lips.

“Ryu? Come over here..” you whispered, and he wordlessly obeyed, sitting against the headboard and gazing at you as you turned over to your back so you could look at both of them. Atsushi laid up on the headboard as well, and he checked to see if you had any bruises anywhere on your upper body, rubbing and petting any spots that tensed up when he touched them. That’s when Akutagawa had noticed the two small red scars on Atsushi’s stomach, and he questioned what they were. They looked like burn marks, but he wasn’t going to bother to ask. Not in this mood. That’s when Atsushi looked up, and saw Akutagawa’s jealous bitter face. He looked at Akutagawa quizzically for a few moments, trying to read him, before inevitably giving up.

What was going through Akutagawa’s head consisted of: ‘why were you all over that Jinko even after he went too far? Why not me? I’d never do that to you. I’d never take it too far.’ Amongst many other similar things.

You two kept sitting there for a few moments, Atsushi gently massaging all the tense spots, before Akutagawa gained the confidence to move over and rub small, soothing circles into your hips. Atsushi momentarily glared at Akutagawa, before turning his attention back to you, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. You left a tender smile, and the both of them went crazy for that smile. That smile that they loved. Atsushi was so lucky to get to see that smile every day, Akutagawa thought.

Akutagawa wanted to go on a long rant about how he could treat you so much better, how he was clearly superior to that ‘damn weretiger’ in every way, but he refrained, instead choosing to volunteer to clean your bed sheets and get you a glass of water. You would’ve normally told Akutagawa that he’s the guest, and he shouldn’t have to do that, but you and Atsushi needed a moment alone. Akutagawa seemed to understand this, standing up and exiting the room in what seemed like haste. You and Atsushi laid there for a few moments, your head in his lap, similar to the beginning of the night.

“I’m so, so sorry I went too far..you were right, I was just jealous. You were paying so much more attention to Akutagawa for a minute there and..” you placed a finger over his lips again, turning yourself to face him.

“I only did that because he’s our guest, Atsushi. You’re my man, not him.”

“You even had a nickname for him though..! I know it’s dumb but that’s what really got me going.”

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Do you know how long his first name is? I didn’t wanna have to say the whole thing every time I said his name. It was awkward.”

Atsushi’s lips opened up slightly in understanding, everything making a little more sense. He smiled slightly, feeling a little dumb at how he completely misread the situation.

You tried to lift yourself so you could straddle Atsushi, but your legs were still far too shaky so he helped you get on top of him. Once you were on top of him you tenderly kissed his neck and shoulders, eventually leading to the top of his head. Atsushi chuckled, leaning into your touch as you two laid there, basking in each other's presence.

After a few moments, you mumbled some form of apology. You were so quiet he couldn’t make out what you were saying.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry that..” you started mumbling again.

“I can’t tell what you’re saying,” Atsushi chuckled, “what is it?”

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to cum.” You said, a little embarrassed if anything.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I still got to.”

“Not towards the end though. I sort of cut you off.”

Atsushi nestled his face in your hair, smiling into the crown of your head.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You nodded, a comfortable silence filling the room.

Little did you guys know that Akutagawa was standing outside your door and heard everything. He felt a pang in his heart from the indirect rejection, but he knew deep down that this was how it would go. You were so in love with him, he could never compare. He knew you loving him was a long shot, especially considering that it meant leaving Atsushi, who you were clearly happy with. He sat there for a few more moments, before wandering off to get you the water and clean the sheets like he promised. He silently entered the bedroom, with a glass of water and bedsheets in hand. You thanked Akutagawa for the glass of water, before drinking it so fast you broke into a small coughing fit and Atsushi giggled. Akutagawa would’ve as well, but his mind was currently occupied.

Atsushi brought up the conversation of a bath, and he picked you up when you nodded.

“You can join if you want, Akutagawa. It might be a tight fit, though.” Atsushi chuckled.

“No, I'll get in after. I don’t want to intrude.”

In reality, Akutagawa would’ve killed to join, but he had to sort his feelings out.

Atsushi nodded, looking skeptical. You buried your face in Atsushi’s chest, arms wrapping around his neck. You smiled into Atsushi’s chest at his tone, as it was obvious he was no longer jealous. It makes you happy as you tighten your grip on him. It was clear from Atsushi’s tone of voice that he wasn’t jealous anymore, if anything he seemed sufficiently more friendly with Akutagawa.

You and Atsushi exit the bath, feeling refreshed and certainly feeling cleaner. You sighed in contentment, capable of standing on your own now as you both exited the bath.

“There’s still hot water, if you wanna get in.

We tried to be fast, sorry.” You said, smiling at him. God, that smile.

Akutagawa nodded, heading towards the bathroom, the t-shirt he presumably put on while you were showering hiding his frame.

Atsushi laid you out on the bed, spooning you and holding you close.

Akutagawa’s shower was quick, as to be expected. Once he re-entered your bedroom, he looked over and saw you sleeping peacefully, and Atsushi looking at you with a small, content smile.

“Hey, Akutagawa. You can lay here with us if you want. It would be rude to just send you home.”

Atsushi leaned down and left a gentle kiss to the back of your head, awaiting an answer.

Akutagawa knew he shouldn’t. Sleeping in the same bed as you would only make him grow more attached to you, but the option was too tempting. He crawled into bed with you, trying his hardest to not wake you up and maneuver his way through the dark bedroom. He eventually managed, laying in front of you. He shamelessly wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He may not be able to be with you in the way he wants, but maybe he could settle for this. He just had to pray this wouldn’t be your last encounter.

Little did he know, Atsushi was going to have a very interesting conversation with you the following day, something about inviting Akutagawa into the relationship. Something about it was really nice, and he couldn’t quite describe what it was.

Wc - 5.1k

Currently resisting the urge to make a pt2 where y’all get together💔💔 yk in like a poly way..maybe I’ll write it eventually

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