#i want to be friends with both of these people but they both just kind of grate up each other the wrong way and it's nor great đ
Steve has done interviews before. Like, a lot of interviews. YouTube, podcasts, print, TV stuff. Not as a brag, or anything, just. He's been an influencer for a long time, for better or worse, and it's part of the deal.
Usually, he's comfortable in front of the camera. Usually, he's poised and well-spoken. But today, this time, sweat pools under his arms and beads along his hairline, the lights beating down on him in a harsh glare.
"Steve Harrington," Murray Bauman crosses his legs, smiles big for the cameras. "It's been a while."
He smiles too, tries to seem like he's not about to have a panic attack. "I've been a little busy."
Murray laughs and it's then that Steve understands how screwed he really is. Murray's show, it's all glitz and glamour on the surface; mixed drinks and hijinks until the celebrity guests lose their inhibitions, admitting things they probably wanted to keep secret.
It's just that, before, Steve didn't have any salacious rumors to worry about, and now--
"You've had a rough year, Steve, yeah?"
"Not my best, for sure." He leans back, tries to seem calm, unbothered.
"I was sorry to hear about your divorce. I think that announcement really took a lot of people by surprise."
His hands clench, but he manages not to shift or bounce his leg. "Thanks for, uh. Yeah. We were also sorry it didn't work out."
Murray nods, face full of sympathy. "You and Nancy, you'd been together since high school? That's almost--what? 15 years?"
"It's--" he clears his throat. "About that long." Steve takes a sip of the drink next to him, an apple martini that's both too sweet and too strong.
"Am I right to assume that you didn't see it coming?"
And isn't that a question? Sure, now in hindsight, he can see the fractures that lead to the end, but six months ago did he--it's all so--what if all along--
"All marriages have rough patches," is what he says. "We just couldn't come out of ours as a couple."
"Do you know what I've found really remarkable about this phase of your life? The content and tone of your videos in the midst of the maelstrom of rumors and gossip didn't change at all. 'Your kids' as you call them, are still as bright and vibrant as ever. You're laughing, dancing, cooking, having a great time."
"I needed that--that normalcy you know? And the kids, they're such an important part of my life, having them around helped."
"Including Nancy's brother, Mike?"
Steve laughs and it's not fake. "Totally including Mike. My relationship with Nancy has nothing to do with my relationship with him."
"He's kind of an antagonist--would you say?--in your videos, though."
"We have conflict sometimes, but it's never serious. We know how to play it up for laughs."
"So, nothing's changed between you?"
"Not at all."
"The cheating rumors." Murray's smile is soft, but all the air still leaves the room.
"What about them?" It's more combative than he means, but--
"Did Nancy cheat on you with Jonathan Byers?"
He swallows and it hurts. She did cheat, is the thing. It's not public information, still only speculation, but--
"You can't believe everything you read, Murray."
"So, she didn't cheat?" There's a glow to Murray's eyes that tells Steve he already knows the answer.
"Like, I said before, marriages are hard. We spent a lot of time apart because of our jobs. It took a toll."
"And she was traveling with Jonathan, yes? He's been her photographer for the past decade, from what I understand."
"They were co-workers, but we're all close. And those rumors didn't help our relationship, for sure. It's--not easy to hear that a bunch of people think your wife and close friend may be having an affair, that people 'ship' them. Even when it's not true, it creates--"
"Tension? Distrust?"
"Both, probably." He takes another drink as he nods. "After a while you do start to wonder if there's truth to it, and you're too ignorant or too--too trusting to see it."
"And it eroded the relationship."
"It certainly didn't help." He takes another drink.
"And how about your relationship with Jonathan's brother, Will. Has that been impacted?"
"Of course not. Never. Whatever happens between Nancy, Jonathan, and I, it has nothing to do with the kids. They know that.
"You talked about it."
"Yes. Extensively."
"I know there's often speculation on the relationship you have with them; if you're really close or it's all for the cameras."
"Murray." He leans forward. "We've talked about this before. I met Dustin through Mike, and the whole group followed. I've known them all since they were 8 years old. They're--I mean, not to be cliche, but they're my family." He sips the last bit of martini.
"And where does Eddie Munson fit into that family?"
The question shouldn't be a surprise, but he almost does a spit take, has to fight to keep it together.
"Eddie?"
"Yes." Murray's smile is chilling. "Your close friend Eddie Munson. Musician. Plays Dungeons and Dragons on YouTube. You made out with him in a music video. Ringing any bells?"
"I'm familiar with Eddie," his grin is rigid. "I don't know what that has to do with my marriage ending."
"Well, the rumors weren't all about Nancy, were they?"
"Eddie and I have--we became mutuals online years and years ago. I used one of his songs in a video and the kids are obsessed with his dnd stuff, so. We've become close."
"Friends?"
"Isn't that implied?"
"After that music video, I don't think so."
Steve rolls his eyes, lets the irritation show for the first time. "He asked me to be in his video. There's nothing scandalous about it."
"What's your relationship with Eddie right now?"
"Like I said, friends."
"Do you want it to be more than that?"
"Eddie's really important to me."
"Is that all?"
"Not really sure what you want me to say here, Murray."
"You were married to a woman for years, but now there are questions about your sexuality."
He grits his teeth. "My sexuality isn't anyone's business aside my own. People can say shit on Twitter all they want, that doesn't mean they know me. But--the end of my marriage--it definitely gave me the space for self-discovery, I guess? In a way I hadn't had before."
"And is Eddie a part of that self-discovery?"
"Yeah, as one of my closest friends, he is."
"Do you have feelings for him?"
"That's--that's not--I'm going through a divorce. My focus isn't on starting another relationship right now."
"You, famously, tattooed your initials on the inside of his thigh during an Instagram live. That's pretty intimate."
"We were just having a little fun."
"Huh. That seems like more than 'a little fun' to me. So, how's Eddie doing with the increased attention?"
It takes Steve a second to track the change of subject, mind still stuck on the tattoo, on how the ink had looked on Eddie's pale skin.
"It's hard." Steve eventually answers. "Of course he enjoys bringing his music and dnd to a wider audience, but the focus on his personal life is--it's a lot."
"Well, he should have thought about before letting you tattoo him for your 850,000 followers. Does he want a relationship with you?"
His throat is dry, burning, he wishes he had more martini. He wishes he'd never taken a sip. "You'd have to ask him. I'm just taking it day by day, you know? That's what I need right now."
"We're getting to the end of our time, but you know I have to ask. Your best friend, Robin Buckley, she very famously unfollowed both Nancy and Jonathan on all social media when news broke about your divorce. Can you tell us why she unfollowed them?"
"I have no control over Robin's accounts. I didn't even know she followed Jonathan ever, and she and Nancy have a relationship outside of me, you know? I can't say what happened between them."
"She's been in your videos with Eddie. She like him?"
"Very much. It's kind of annoying actually. They keep ganging up on me."
"Much to everyone's delight, I'm sure. So, what can we expect from the newly single Steve Harrington?"
"There are a couple things in the works, but only time will tell."
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He walks through his front door an hour later, and Eddie's sitting on the couch, playing a soft melody on an acoustic guitar. He stops when he sees Steve, setting the guitar aside, and standing.
"How'd it go, baby?" He asks. His soft smile is so beautiful, Steve gets a lump in his throat.
"As expected." He crosses the space between them, lets Eddie pull him close.
"He ask about us?" Eddie's breath tickles his ear.
"Of course."
"And you--"
"I want--it should be just for us. We should be able to announce when we're ready. Not when Murray-fucking-Bauman asks."
Eddie kisses him, then, sweet and slow, making him lose his breath.
"Whenever you're ready, I'll be right by your side."
"You sure? All my mess--"
"Is mine too. Afraid you're stuck with me for the long haul, Steve Harrington."
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ice-cold revelations - modern!cregan stark x fem!velaryon!reader
Summary: You are in a risky secret relationship with your brother's best friend. What happens when Cregan's unexpected injury exposes your feelings? Well, isn't there somebody you forgot to ask?
Disclaimer: English isn't my first language!
Word count: 2.8k
The wind tore through the streets with a biting ferocity, tugging at (Y/N)âs skirt and making her instantly regret both her outfit choice and this entire trip to the bus stop.
âStupid winter has to be coming,â she muttered, yanking a colorful scarf up to cover her nose. Her phone chimed in her pocket, vibrating with the familiar sound of a new message. She fumbled with one hand to pull it out, her fingers stiff from the cold.
đș: jace wouldnât stop bugging me about that earring under my bed
đș: i convinced him sara mustâve left it when she crashed at our place lmao
(Y/N) raised her eyebrows, her breath fogging the air as she sighed. The last thing she needed was her brother playing the part of a suspicious rom-com wife, finding random jewelry in odd places and jumping to conclusions. At least he hadnât figured out where heâd seen that earring before.
Jacaerys Velaryon, as much as she adored him, had a habit of being a little too protective. He was always there when she needed him. But he was also the kind of brother who, despite being only a few minutes older, seemed to think that fact gave him full control over her dating life. Any guy who so much as glanced her way was either a potential threat or one of his friends. And friends were off-limits. Too much drama, heâd say. Too awkward if things went south. Even more awkward if things somehow worked out. Conflict of interest. Absolutely not.
Which was precisely why, in the grand scheme of things, the most logical solution was for her to start dating his best friend and his hockey team captain, Cregan Stark.
Cregan was wonderful. The kind of guy who would do anything for her, no questions asked. That's what had brought them to where they were now. Hiding their relationship from her dramatic brother and quite literally gaslighting him.
Did she feel guilty? Absolutely. Did she know it would be a hundred times worse if Jace found out? Also yes.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a bus speeding past the stop, tires screeching as it flew by. Her bus. Of course.
With impressive force, she pressed the green phone icon.
âHey, sweetheart. Whatâs up?â Cregan answered in three seconds. Her irritation melted a little at the sound of his deep voice. Down bad.
âHey, did you guys finish practice?â
âYeah, just now, I couldnât cut the boys any slack before tomorrow.â
âAny chance the strict captain could give me a ride home? I missed the bus. Or more like the bus missed me.â
âYouâre kidding,â Cregan said, sympathy already thick in his voice. âOf course Iâll come get you.â He paused for a beat, then cleared his throat. âOnly thing is⊠Jace wanted a ride too.â
âThe gods are punishing me today,â she groaned.
âCall him. It'll be the same ride. Just, you know, he'll think it was his idea,â Cregan suggested.
âAre we bad people, Cregan?â she asked, half-serious now.
âNah. Heâll find out eventually, just better if Iâm in full hockey gear when it happens.â
âFair enough,â she said, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smile. âThanks. Love you. Bye.â
She hung up and immediately dialed her brother, requesting the same exact thing.
âSure, you owe me one though,â he said cheerfully. âI donât have my car today, so weâll have to go with Stark. Is that a problem?â
âNope.â No, her boyfriend wouldnât be a problem.
(Y/N) Velaryon paced back and forth under the shelter of the bus stop, her boots crunching against the thin layer of frost that had already formed on the pavement. She rubbed her arms, trying to keep the cold at bay, when the familiar growl of a black Jeep Wrangler cut through the quiet. It rolled to a stop near the curb.
She jogged toward the car, her breath puffing out in small clouds, as the driverâs window slid down.
âYour chariot awaits, princess,â Cregan announced with a mock flourish.
âMore like a toad,â Jace quipped from the passenger seat, his grin unmistakable.
âOne more word and youâll get my bag to the head. Iâve got half my textbooks in there,â she threatened playfully as she slid into the backseat.
The backseat of this car had witnessed many events, and that was the first thought that crossed her mind. One look at Cregan in the side mirror, and she knew he was thinking the same.
She pretended to be very engrossed in buckling her seatbelt.
âHow was practice?â she asked out of politeness.
âNot bad. Stark was all business today, but it was necessary. Big day tomorrow,â Jace replied, fiddling with the radio. Cregan slapped his hand away as he slowed down for a red light.
âGreat,â the girl muttered, not trusting her tongue around the two of them together.
An awkward silence fell, broken only by some random song. How long can a red light last?
âSo, (Y/N),â Cregan began, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. His voice wavered, but Jace was in his own world, watching pedestrians crossing the street. âHowâs it going? How was your day?â
âPretty good,â she replied, playing with the hem of her skirt. âThough the classes dragged on.â
The devil on her shoulder won an uneven fight with the weak angel. She smirked.
ââM absolutely knackered.â
Cregan inhaled slowly through his nose.
âDude, itâs green,â Jace informed him, just before the car behind them honked.
âI can see,â Cregan reassured him, finally moving forward. âIâll need your sisterâs address since Iâve never been there before.â
If Jace had one more brain cell, he wouldnât be so easily fooled.
âSure thing,â her brother agreed, typing the info into the GPS on his phone. âHey, kid, are you coming to the game tomorrow?â
âHow many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?â (Y/N) asked angrily, kicking his seat. âBaelaâs taking me.â
âYou know what I think?â Jace started, spreading his arms dramatically. âA girlfriend in the stands is such a power boost. Such a boost⊠I never play as well as when Baela supports me from the bleachers.â
âYou never play well,â His sister muttered under her breath, but her brother was currently listening only to himself.
âCregan wouldnât get it,â He patted Cregan on the shoulder in the meantime. âIf you combined your skills with that support, if you brought a girl, trust me, your performance would be a hundred times better.â
âTalented people donât need superstitions to play well, Jace,â (Y/N) chimed in, leaning forward. âBesides, Cregan is single.â
âBecause heâs too serious and broody, girls donât like that,â her brother declared in a know-it-all voice. She gave him a side-eye. âHe is afraid of women.â
âAre you afraid of women, Stark?â she asked seriously, barely holding back laughter.
Cregan shot her a look in the mirror, his eyes twinkling with amusement. âTerrified,â he deadpanned. âThatâs why Iâm thinking maybe your sister should be my good luck charm tomorrow. Just as a friend, of course.â
âEh, itâs not the same,â Jace protested, scrunching his face.
âDonât you believe in the power of friendship?â the driver asked with full seriousness.
âCan I get a jersey with your number?â (Y/N) batted her lashes playfully at her boyfriend.
A jersey with his number was already hanging in her closet.
âAlright, youâll see, you need deeper feelings for it to work, otherwise it just wonâtâŠâ
Jacaerys continued his monologue all the way to her apartment. The girl sighed with relief once she was back in her room, the familiarity of it a welcome escape from the tension.
Two new messages.
đș: you looked so pretty today
đș: but next time wear a damn coat, or youâll catch a cold!!!
The fluorescent light above (Y/N)âs head flickered ominously, casting creepy shadows across the cramped janitorâs closet. She swore that if the bulb died completely, she'd either pee her pants or spiral into a full-blown claustrophobic meltdown. Leaning back against the wall, she tried to focus on the neatly arranged rows of brooms and mops. Soon, the door creaked open, revealing Cregan in all his glory.
Full hockey gear? Check. Helmet? Tucked under his arm. That goofy, ridiculous smile? Definitely check.
âYou look so good,â she admitted, grabby hands already in the air. âCome here.â
Cregan shut the door behind him with a soft click, casting a glance at the flickering light overhead. He sighed, took one of her hands, and kissed her wrist softly.Â
âWe have to tell your brother,â Stark said, his voice serious as he placed his helmet on the wooden shelf beside them. âItâs not right that my girl has to sneak me a good-luck kiss in a smelly closet. You should be able to strut right into the locker room.â
His girl grinned. âYouâve got your gear on,â she pointed out. âWe can tell him after the game. Besides, Baelaâs softening him up for us. I asked her to.â
Baela Targaryen was known for sniffing out secrets, and the second she spotted (Y/N) wearing Creganâs jersey before the game, she didnât even need to ask. Her knowing look said it all, and within minutes, Velaryon girl spilled the truth, enduring Baelaâs delighted squeal that had probably echoed for miles.
âI knew you had high standards, girl. Going straight for the captain!â Baela teased, laughing. âJace obviously doesnât know? He hasnât said anything... and Starkâs still breathing.â
Thankfully, Baela had been more than willing to help, distracting Jace so Cregan could sneak away after the pre-game pep talk. Now, Cregan was looking at (Y/N) with pride, his eyes lingering on the jersey she wore.Â
âSheâs a real one for that,â he mused. âBut seriously, we have to tell him. I want a picture of us on my lock screen, and that asshole keeps looking over my shoulder.â
She laughed, pulling him closer and kissing him hard, savoring the way his rough stubble tickled her skin.
âFor now,â she murmured against his lips, âjust focus on the game. Youâre incredible. An amazing captain. And itâs going to go great. I believe in you.â
Cregan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âMaybe one more kiss. Just to make sure we win.â
âThe power of having a girl in the stands,â she teased, poking his chest playfully.
âJace definitely exaggerated that theory,â Cregan confessed with a chuckle. âBut honestly... Iâm just glad youâre here.â
With butterflies in her stomach and a grin she couldnât wipe off her face, (Y/N) found herself in the stands minutes later, sitting next to Baela. Her friend was watching the silent exchange of glances between her and Cregan with thinly veiled amusement.
âI always knew Jace was blind, but this is just tragic,â Baela remarked, elbowing her in the ribs. Jace, oblivious as ever, waved enthusiastically from the rink. Both girls waved back, cheering with the crowd.
âYouâll boo with me when the Dornish Spears come out, right?â (Y/N) asked.
Baela gave her a mock-serious look. âTechnically, we shouldnât. Obviously, I will,â she promised.Â
The game was fast, brutal, and nearly deadlocked until the very end. (Y/N) had never yelled so much in her life, though her shouts were lost in the deafening roar of the crowd. Cregan played like a man possessed, commanding the ice with his usual grace. At least twenty times during the match, she found herself holding her breath, her heart leaping into her throat with every risky play. But she knew he had it under control. He always did.
Of course they won.
The victory rippled through the stands like a wave, and (Y/N) screamed herself hoarse as the crowd erupted around her. Cregan pulled off his helmet, his eyes scanning the stands until he found her. His smileâtired and breathtakingâwas for her, and her alone. She didnât regret the ringing in her ears or the scratch in her throat for a second. Moments later, he was swept up in a sea of celebrating teammates.
âGirl, are you crying?â Baela asked, pulling her into a hug.
âI donât know,â She sniffled. âIâm just emotional. I just like that boy so fucking much, Bae.â
âI know, honey. Come on, theyâre heading off the ice. Letâs congratulate them, and then have a crazy party or something. No time for tears.â
Cregan was one of the last players to leave the ice, trailing just behind Jace. But before he could step off, the captain of the opposing team, his face twisted with anger, skated up to him. For a moment, it looked like they might talk it out. But then, it all happened too fast.
The player from Dorne shoved Cregan hard against the wall. Stark, ever the calm one, simply raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.
And then he took a fist to the face. The sickening sound of bone cracking echoed across the rink.
âWhat the hell is going on? Jace!â Baela shouted, holding her friend back as she tried to rush forward.
Jace jumped back onto the ice, but by the time he got there, the other team had pulled their enraged captain away. Cregan stumbled off the ice just as (Y/N) reached him.
âAre you okay? Oh gods, let me see,â she fretted, her hands hovering near his face.
âWhat a fucking jerk!â Jace nearly screamed, skidding to a stop by the exit. âI called for help, theyâll be here in a second.â
(Y/N) carefully moved Creganâs hand away, revealing the damage. His face was a swollen mess, his nose clearly broken.
âDo you think theyâll make me lie face-down on the ice?â Cregan joked weakly, leaning on her for support.
âDoes it hurt a lot? Maybe you should sit down. Oh shit, I canât believeââ
âHey, sweetheart. Calm down,â Cregan murmured, his voice soothing despite the pain. âIt hurts like hell, but Iâll live.â
Just then, the medic arrived, momentarily distracting Jace. But despite the chaos, he had clearly heard what Cregan just said. For a moment, Jace stood there, his face pale as the words and the image before him sank in.
âSweetheart?â he echoed softly, but no one paid him any attention.
âJace, maybe nowâs not the time,â Baela said gently, stepping up beside him.
âI feel physically sick,â Jace muttered, staggering to the railing for support.
The medic handed Cregan an ice pack. âHold this to your face for a bit. Iâll get you something for the pain right away, but a doctorâs gonna have to set that nose.â
Cregan winced but smiled through it. âYou might wanna check on my friend first,â he said, gesturing toward Jace. âI can wait. He looks like heâs about to pass out.â
Jace did, in fact, end up passing out.
Cregan had to take a break from sports after that little adventure. Heâd recovered, but now sported a slightly crooked noseâsomething his girlfriend found oddly hot.
(Y/N) saw his temporary recovery as the perfect chance to manipulate him into watching Teen Wolf with her every evening. After all, the title worked in her favor.
They were nestled on the couch, wrapped together in a soft gray blanket. It was their first time lounging in the living room of the apartment Cregan shared with her brother, rather than hiding behind the securely locked door of his bedroom.Â
It would be perfect, really. If it werenât for Jaceâs constant, deliberate trips to the kitchen and bathroom, each one an obvious reminder that he was keeping an eye on them.
âDear Jacaerys,â (Y/N) said, her patience wearing thin, âyou do know we donât need a chaperone, right?â
Jace barely paused, shooting her a sidelong glance before muttering, âYou need someone to knock the stupid ideas out of your heads,â as he slammed the bathroom door.
Cregan chuckled softly, pulling her closer. âGive him some time,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. âTo be honest, I thought it would be worse. Heâll come around eventually.â
Theyâd already gone through several long, tension-filled conversations, with Baela stepping in as the voice of reason when things got too heated. They were careful now, avoiding anything that might provoke Jace further.
But Cregan was rightâJace was slowly coming around, even if he was still stubborn. The days of silent treatment had finally passed.
âThis is on us for hiding things from him,â (Y/N) sighed, watching her brother embark on yet another purposeful long journey to the kitchen. âNo more secrets now.â
âYour brotherâs just looking out for you,â Cregan called out, raising his voice slightly so Jace could hear. âHe doesnât want anything bad to happen to you, and I respect that. I donât know anyone else who cares like he does.â
Jace stopped, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed. His lips curved into a sweet, mischievous grin.
âYeah,â he began, drawing out the word. âSo tell me sister, when are you introducing him to Mom?â
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ââ â get to the car, weâre leaving â ( lhs ) đ„
àč In which Heeseung doesnât take it lightly to you getting too close to one of the frat guys at a college partyâŠ
pair: jock!heeseung ă
thick gf!reader | warnings: smut, pwp, angst ??, fluff, mentions of drinking & smoking (weed), jealousy, upset heeseung but also soft, argument, hee almost fucks things up (relationship wise) + hot makeup s.x, spanking, shaking, fingering, oral (f. rec), piv, creampie | words: 2.6k
decided to make another jock!hee fic bc the first one i made got rlly popular ! i wanted to showcase more of what goes on in their lives and relationship lol, enjoyyy <3
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you were chosen as tonightâs designated driver, per usual. one of your roommates invited you to her seniorâs after exams party and of course you had to bring your significant other along with you for protection. though you werenât planning on doing anything crazy, there was no way in hell heeseung wasnât getting high tonight; plus with all the heavy drinks jay managed to sneak into his dorm, you wouldnât be surprised if heâd gotten drunk either.
âjake, itâs your go !â heeseung slurs a bit, sipping from his red solo cup. âshit, my bad, itâs my win anyway.â jake places his play in a set of three on the table, a sly smirk fixed on his features, flexing his cockiness.
âoh, fuck you..â heeseung spits, dramatically tossing his cards onto the table, earning a light chuckle from you.
âwhere are you going ?â you watched as his body elevated from his last position.
âout of drink.â he pouts, ruffling his hand through your hair. âyou coming with ?â his hand lifts yours in a way to pull you upwards.
âno.. donâ feel like it,â you gave him a soft smile, tapping his waist. âbut make it quick !â
with that his slim body conjured into the kitchen, where a small bar had been made. everyone else whoâd been playing terrible plays of poker kingdom were either now making out, drinking, smoking, or just left in general. yet here you are, bored out of your mind and couldnât drink at all, pulling out your phone as you waited patiently for your boyfriend to come back.
itâs been 20 minutes⊠what could possibly be taking so long? thatâs all that ran over your mind before you actually got up to go find him yourself. you feel like you need a leash on that boy sometimes.. scanning each crowd, different colonies of people in groups, some even scattered. thatâs when your eyes landed on a familiar figureâ jay, but this time he seemed free.
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âi really do have a girlfriend,â heeseung said loud enough for the random girl to hear over the blaring music.
âoh, trust me i wouldnât take a guy as handsome as you to not be taken,â she spoke, âbut it doesnât seem like sheâs here right now.â
heâs now come to realize that it had been awhile since he were waiting on his drink, and started to scan the area looking for you. you were with jay, a kind but natural flirt, hell, owner of this party. you asked him to help you look around for your boyfriend, since you were growing concerned. and he did so, checking everywhere even all the rooms.. once heeseungâs eyes bounced to your figure, he was visibly upset at what he saw.
âyeah no, fuck outta hereâ he scoffs, the drink became completely irrelevant to him now and ditched the annoying girl. you could be fucking around with his close friend as of now and that thought alone sobered him up to a peak. why the hell are they going into a room, at a party..? he knew his eyes werenât playing tricks on him and he may be a little drunk/high but heâs not stupid. he wanted to come up with a logical reason but he couldnât, thatâs all he could think as he stepped closer and closer to the door you and jay hid behind.
you both had vanished from the hallway of doors before heâd even gotten there, opting to check the bar instead, only to find the perky girl whoâd talked to him before. heeseung was so confused, but it didnât stop him from rummaging from room to room. only making him angrier that you werenât in any of them, and neither was jay. his hand dove into the back pocket of his jeans to ring your number. when you answered, his voice immediately aired through the speaker.
ây/n, where the hell are you ?! â he drunkenly grumbles. you only laugh, you couldnât help yourself. âhello ? .. â you laughed again.
when you began to worry about heeseung being intoxicated and wandering around a party full of girls the panic settled in quickly. so, jay being the gentleman nobody thinks he is, tries to ease your mind with jokes to cheer you up as you kept looking around. that being while you were still on the phone, struggling to answer. âhello?..â
ây/n, can you hear me ??â he says for the millionth time already, voice laced with aggravated undertones.
âhello ? who is this ??â you hadnât checked the caller id and you were far too occupied with finding heeseung. the music was far too loud and as you couldnât hear any responses, you just hung up.
âwhat the actual fuckâŠâ heeseung was more pissed off than confused, he couldnât believe youâd just hang up on him like that. were his suspicions actually true ??
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âwanna try the balcony next ?â jay suggests as heâs slowly running out of options of where he could be, he knew he had to be in this house somewhereâ heeseung would never just up and leave without you.
âsure!â you nod, following behind him as he lead you outside.
meanwhile, heeseungâs driving himself to a new level of insanity from not being able to find you. he thinks of anywhere else you couldâve run to and the last and only place he hadnât checked yetâ the balcony. he could only hope you were out there or heâs going to be worried sick. his fingers curl around the handle of the sliding door opening it to a surprised jay, and an even more shocked, you. both of your eyes darting to heeseung as soon as his figure leaned into frame.
âget the fuck up.â heeseungâs eyes glared at your being in utter annoyance.
âhee, i was looking for you!â you followed as he said, capturing his arms in yours only to your surprise heâd let go.
âjay, do you mind ?â the extra had gotten the message quickly and he just headed back inside to his packed habitat.
âwhere did you go baby, i couldnât find you..â you say, looking into his eyes in honesty noticing the atmospheres gotten heavy.
âwhere did i go?? y/n, where did YOU go ?!â his figure shifts, staring at you in utter disgust. his mind was taking him to all kinds of places, places he never wanted to see, think, or hear of.
âto look for you? i said that already.â your brows furrowed.
âhmm, that's crazy cause i was doing the same thing.â he wanted to cut to the chase. âcouldnât find me so you just wandered off with jay ?? huh?â
âwhat ?? is that how low you think of me ? heeseung ??â your hands reach your hips. you canât help but be offended. your boyfriend thought you were jacking off with his friend of all people. you had a reason to be.
âi mean itâs what it looked like !â he crosses his arms across his chest as he gritted through his teeth. âknew you shouldnât have worn this outfit, itâs too revealing, bet you were the talk of the whole night..â
âwow,â you scoff, your body now facing another direction. you couldnât believe him right now, first he accuses you of being with jay and now heâs acting insecure all because you wanted to wear a cute skirt. you donât wear those quite often so it took a lot of courage for you to, but now youâre just second guessing everything.
âiâm talking to you, y/n. look at me.â you were flabbergasted, talk to him ?? what about how he openly admits you would cheat on him, or how heâs criticizing you for simply wearing something out of your comfort zone.
âwell, iâm done talking.â
âfine, get to the car. weâre leaving.â you completely ignored him but had done as he said. he was fully sober by now, you were sure. he followed you not so long after storming out of the front door and once in the car, he slammed the door behind him.
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the drive from jayâs place was filled with a weird tension in the air, you noticed heeseung giving you glances from time to time checking up on you, but you werenât to budge until he apologized to you. he thought you were for the team, when he knows youâre his, and only his. the car pauses once in the alignment of your driveway. to your dismay, you hear the doors locking while youâre still inside.
âlet me out, hee.â you sigh heavily, gripping on the door handle.
âbabe, can we talk first..â you couldnât believe it, he wants to talk to you ?? really ?? the âfriend fucker??â how funny, you glare at him.
âwhat heeseung, iâm really tired.â you avert your gaze into the window.
âiâm sorry, i-â you cut him off. âyouâre sorry ?! wow ?? when you should have been earlier ?? where was this apology earlier heeseung, when you actually hurt me.â your voice raised a notch.
âyou know it was the heat of the moment, whatâd you want me to think?? âoh sheâs definitely not with the flirtiest guy on campus, yeah he totally doesnât wanna fuck my hot girlfriendâ.â he mocked a slight pitch change in his voice.
your mouth gaped. âare you really sorry or do you just wanna sleep next to me ??â you asked, you knew he couldnât sleep alone, he needed you by his side.
âhow about both. you know i mean it y/n. youâre just upset.â he plays with the steering wheel.
âdont tell me what i am, now let me out.â you grimace.
he clearly got upset by this, âyou arenât even trying to ease up the problem here ! and then later on you know youâre gonna pin everything on me. knowing damn well i tried fixing things.â he wavered his hands in the air as he spoke, he was kinda right yet you just didnât like the way he was going about it. yes, he is trying to apologize, but you couldnât help but still be mad.
âi get that, thanks for your apology.. but i donât like how you spoke to me earlier.â your eyes fixate on his own. you felt the air tighten, you always did. there was genuine remorse in his eyes, you felt it.
hell, your man had the prettiest face youâd ever seen. and hell, he looked so sexy when heâs mad, and especially now, when heâs sorry. you simply wanted to tear him apart. his hand reaches yours and as he got the chance he wanted to show you how sorry he truly was. the softness of his lips caressed yours. youâd be lying if you said you werenât wet right now. how couldnât you beâŠ
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âmm.. hee ..â you whined as the weight of his lips on yours lightened.
âi donâ wanna apologize to you in here,â he finally unlocked the doors. âget your pretty ass upstairs.â
his eyes traced your body, longing towards the way your pretty thighs look.. then gazing up at your ass as you complied, leaving your skirt riding up itâs soft exterior. an immediate tent grew in his pants. the one thing he loved most about you body wise, had to be your ass. it molded into his hands just perfectly. and it replied to any friction he applied to it on command. he loved how red and bruised it got once his hands launched across itâs surface. and how heâd sometimes be able to see his own handprints. you were the sexiest woman heâs ever laid his eyes on.
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ânggh, hee.. yes, please..â you drool out at the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he pounded against you. âfuck me baby, fuck me!â you yelp when you feel his nails gripping into your waist.
âyou want it baby, huh, you want it so deep in you donât you, huh ???â his lips caressed your neck as he grabs onto your leg to inch himself more into you.
âyouâre close? mhm, you like how i fuck you sloppy? such a dirty slut for me ..â he chuckled as he felt you clench around his length at his dirty words. âopen your mouth. when i speak to youâ his fingers lazily run circles around your clit.
you couldnât mutter a single word, heâd fucked you completely dumb, your orgasm swelled up so deep inside you. you felt like you could puke but you didnât want it to stop. you never wanted it to end.
âhah.. shit baby, âm gonna cum..â your nails grip his forearms, your arms pushing your boobs together caging them in.
he groaned at the beautiful sight below him, leaning down onto your nakedness caressing one of your nipples with his tongue. your stomach tingled, by the time you knew it your orgasm peaked, leaving his cock all messy of your juices. you whined as he pulls out, looking down at your folds and spreading them before grazing his mouth over your heat, flicking his tongue on your already overly sensitive bud. you could cry right in this moment from just how heavenly your boyfriend was making you feel. you held onto him for dear life as he buried his face between your plush thighs, the lewd sounds filling the room as he drank you.
âturn over.â he demands once coming back up for air again, you obey straight away, laying onto your stomach, letting out heavy breaths as your body ached.
heeseung lifted your hips, putting you on all fours.
âcan you take some more for me baby? âm close..â he puckers kisses all over your ass and waist, heeseung hadnât came yet. he kinda has this weird game in his head where he tries to see how long he can last until he physically just canât take it anymore. itâs oddly satisfying in the end because not only does he cum so much more but he gets to fuck you even longer, itâs a win win in his book !
âmhm.. more baby !â you respond quickly, you were greedy as fuck for his cock and he loved that you were just as horny as him.
with that, he were thrusting like no tomorrow into your tight cunt. a loud slap to your ass comes with full force, barely giving you any time to react. your body jerks forward, jaw locked in place as you grab onto the sheets to keep you stable. your head was empty, no thoughts other than how good heeseung was fucking you like his life depends on it.
âpussy made just for me, you feel so good baby. you love milking my cock, donât you?â his moaning reached another level of loud. it was so sexy..
âall yours baby, please come in me ! fill me up hee !!â he pulled out before thrashing back in, noticing the white ring around his dick changing sizes everytime his length swipes through your core.
âthatâs right, yeah baby, where do you want it ??â his pace quickens, you can barely catch your breath. you felt your high returning, his high approaching quicker as you clench around him, once more.
âinside ! oh please inside me !!â you turn your head towards him giving him a pleading look, a look that stroked his ego a little too much. you felt his jizz filling you up and leaking from your open as he slid himself from you.
âbaby!.. iâm not done..â you pouted.
âi know, i know. donât worry princess.â you felt two of his digits thrusting into you, biting your lip as he made your back arch in surprise.
your hand grips the sheets of the bed even tighter as the other played over your thirsty clit. and with just a curl, you bursted. whines filling the room, your body collapsing and a shaky sigh leaving your body as you rub your legs together to stop the throb, your lover felt accomplished with the result.
âshaking orgasm.â he chuckled, his fingers traced lines along the slope of your waist and his lips finding place on yours.
what an apology. you felt lush. (ă€Ï`ïœĄ)
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FIXED COMFORT | SUNGHOON
SUMMARY: typically, sunghoonâs the one who takes care of you when youâve had one too many. but once in a blue moon, he lets his guard down and allows you to care for him the way he does for you.
or, the one where sunghoonâs drunk at a bar and misses his girlfriend a little too much.
NOTES: idk I just feel like someone should let him sleep for six months straight!!!
PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 4.4K (4444 exactlyâsheâs a shortie).
WARNINGS: fluff on fluff on fluff.
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âHey, do you think you could come get Sunghoon from the bar? Heâs been asking for you for the past hour.â Â
Jayâs phone call pulls you out from a deep slumber on a Saturday night that falls on a day with no plans other than pure relaxation. Sunghoon had been preoccupied with work and classes this past week and wanted to unwind by drinking at his favorite bar with his closest friends and all you wanted to do was sleep the weekend away.Â
Since the two of you started dating six months ago after being friends for a little over two years, you both agree on the notion that youâve found a good balance between time spent together and apart respectively. Nothing fundamentally changed with the exception of kissing and touching one another in the way a couple would. He still respects your independence and you respect his time away from you as well.Â
Sunghoon learned quickly that youâre the type of person who values your alone time more than anything else. When he first started developing feelings for you, grappling with your absence wasnât easy. He initially thought you werenât interested in getting to know him the way he was with you because you werenât afraid to decline invitations and telling people âno.â Slowly, over the course of many months of pining and late night conversations, did Sunghoon learn that youâre typically your best self after a moment of isolation.Â
Your boyfriend is somewhere in between an introvert and extrovert. He tends to be shy when he meets people he isnât familiar with while his loud, rambunctious attitude is typically reserved for those who know him best. He likes to keep to himself for the most part, giving some of his personality away when he feels his walls start to crumble naturally. You love that he has a good head on his shoulders and that heâs able to tell you about his feelings while maintaining an air of confidence. He doesnât inherently need anybody; he likes your company and will do anything to keep it.
Moments like this are when your heart feels softer for Sunghoon than when the two of you were just friends.
âI know you wanted to spend the weekend alone but Hoonâs been saying your name all night,â Jay says. âIâm sorry for waking you up.â
âNo, itâs fine.â Youâre sure Jay can hear your brittle voice. âAre you guys at the bar near your place?â
âThatâs the one. Thanks again and Iâm really sorry for waking you up.â
âDonât sweat it. Cook me something next week if you still feel bad.âÂ
âI can do that. Chili oil noodles with shrimp sound good?â
âItâs almost like you know me.â He laughs at your sarcasm.Â
âDrive safe.âÂ
When Jay hangs up, you allow yourself a few minutes to adjust and wake up, stretching your body from the warm comfort of your blankets. You change out of Sunghoonâs shirt to put on pajama pants and another one of his stolen shirts, opting not to take a jacket since you figure you wonât be out for very long.Â
You thank your past self for filling up your gas tank before tonight after having put it off for a few days. Knowing Sunghoon, he would still scold you for allowing yourself to run nearly empty before filling it up even if he was inebriated. Somehow, knowing this about him brings a smile to your face.
Sunghoonâs the kind of guy who likes to have some control over certain things. He likes order and structure, often waking up at the same hour every weekday to build a routine his body can remember. Heâs been like that since you first met him but you think itâs part of his charm. Even from two years ago, when you met him through Jake Sim, Sunghoon has maintained a level of confidence and control that he does now. On the heels of an impressive skating career before pivoting to focus on higher education, Sunghoon had his preferences and will stick by them.Â
His discipline is the first thing you noticed when you met him for the first time. Jay, someone you were already familiar with, agreed to cook dinner with your friend group under the condition that everyone helped him shop and chip in for the meal. Sunghoon held Jake back from buying unnecessary things like boxed chocolate milk and candy because Jay had desserts back at his place. He held a checklist of items whereas the rest of your friends ran up and down the aisles without thinking much about what needed to be purchased.
Sunghoonâs near-meticulous behavior is juxtaposed to your chaotic and rambunctious nature. You often follow your gut instead of setting a solid plan because youâre not concerned with meeting deadlines, sans education. Whereas you tend to lean towards a go-with-the-flow attitude, Sunghoon is the opposite. But thatâs something he loves about you. Â
At a surface level distinction, it didnât seem like the two of you would get along as well as you did. It surprised Jake when Sunghoon asked for your number so he could text you about seeing a comedy film with him as no one else in the group wanted to see it. Including you at an impromptu study session with him (Sunghoon was organized and neat while your pens were spread all over and your study methods, haphazard) felt like watching two people clash.Â
Rather, you and Sunghoon complement one another.Â
The idea of letting himself go with someone who wasnât part of his friend collective was unheard of. Getting to know a girl who didnât share similar lifestyles didnât appeal to him before meeting you, and youâre inarguably the most chaotic person Sunghoon knows. But he finds that thereâs order within your chaosâyou know who you are and what you want, and you will not compromise yourself just to please other people.Â
Itâs what Sunghoon loves the most about you. Thereâs a boundary you never let anyone cross under the assumption that your own safety net feels compromised. Heâs watched you lose friends for this same reason and has always admired the way you carry yourself like you know you deserve better than people who disrespect you. Heâs witnessed the grace you maintain when people who call you a friend voice words of kindness but speak ill about you behind your back. If anything, Sunghoon feels pity for anyone who crosses you to the point of anger. To be envious of anotherâs confidence is one thing. To make that known is another.Â
Sunghoon learns that you let your inhibitions go because holding control over yourself feels like a burden. It feels like setting a standard you will never be able to meet. He never thought of order in that way before getting to know you. Your approach to life sparked a new wave of emotions within him to the point where he was open and willing to let you farther into his life.Â
His days were ruled by guidelines he had to maintain and proper etiquette that followed him even off the rink. The poise he carried from his career on the ice bled into his personal life too. Although, he doesnât mind that it does. Sunghoon values any form of structure because it makes him feel like he has a purpose and that thereâs something to be accomplished at the end of the day.Â
Most times, Sunghoonâs feels like people judge him for his regimen and canât fathom why he appreciates control so much. They tell him to let loose and enjoy his time away from his career. People always think he simply doesnât know how to have fun because heâs set in his ways and wonât let other people coax him into doing something heâs not comfortable with. But not you. Sunghoon has never felt like youâve judged how he chooses to live his life.Â
Before he knew it, a year had passed and he started to call you one of his best friends. The friendship was gradual. Sunghoon didnât have many close female friends in the way he does with Heeseung, Jay, and Jake. Youâre the first person since ending his career who hasnât tried to pry into the why. In fact, Sunghoon enjoys that you didnât bring it up.Â
(You did, in the form of cooing over his younger self skating in competitions for the first time or roasting all of the outfits he had to wear. But somehow, all of your jabs made him feel happier than when people complimented his performance.)
Eventually, being around you felt too right. He loved it when you took naps on his bed and felt comfortable raiding your kitchen pantry without permission. Sunghoon could leave you in his apartment without him being in it and feel at ease. In fact, he started to look forward to coming home to you. All it took was seeing you wear his hoodie because you got too cold and forgot your jacket, to make him drop his bag by the front door and ask you to be his girlfriend. He hasnât regretted anything with you since.Â
The weather is cold outside since itâs approaching the middle of autumn. You let your car warm up and blast the heat all the way up while adjusting your defrosting settings before heading to the bar to pick up Sunghoon. You sift through your playlists and settle on soft indie melodies before you drive away from the curb.Â
Youâve never seen Sunghoon get drunk to the point of needing extra help. Usually, youâre the one who goes a little too hard whenever Heeseung brings out the alcohol or if Jake offers an edible or two. Sunghoon likes to sit back and stay sober (or sober up by the end of the night) when he notices you having too much fun. He doesnât mind, though. Sunghoon likes taking care of you because sometimes it gives him purpose. Youâve never understood that sentiment but to each their own.Â
The only times youâve seen him completely wasted are usually when youâre equally as gone, like on your first road trip as a couple. The five of you rented a lakehouse a few hours from Seoul and spent an entire weekend basking under the hot sun and chose to forget about university stress before finals would inevitably kick everyoneâs ass. All five of you were cross-faded (but not without Jay and Sunghoon both prepping water bottles and snacks for when the munchies would hit prior to taking anything). You watched Sunghoon relax to the point where he was much quieter than he normally was and when you asked if he was doing alright, he looked you in the eye and told you he loved you for the first time.Â
I always have, I think, he said as he brought your hand to his chest. You might not believe me because neither of us are sober but I swear Iâll tell you in the morning.Â
Sunghoon gets affectionate when heâs drunk or high, often to the point of asking for reassurance. The rational side of his brain is temporarily disfigured. You donât mind being there to tell him that heâs the love of your life and youâd never go anywhere when he gets like this. Although, youâre usually just as gone and gush all of your hidden emotionally-charged feelings, which pair well with Sunghoonâs need for validation sometimes.Â
Your friends love your relationship. They donât think itâs too much or too little, going so far as to take photos of the two of you when you arenât looking. Some are funny like the pictures of you sleeping on his chest with drool pooling out of your mouth. Others are romantic and whimsical, like the pictures of Sunghoon looking at you like youâre the sunshine to his moonlight. They canât get enough of you two. Your friends love knowing people they care about are deeply in love with one another and your relationship is somewhat of a reminder that true romance does exist.Â
Thinking about this makes your heart swell as you park your car and tuck your keys inside your purse. The bouncer checks your ID and lets you inside the bar, and you already spot Jay off to the side.Â
âThanks for coming,â he says as he gives you a loose hug. âAnd sorry for waking you up.âÂ
You wave him off. âItâs fine. Iâve probably woken you up for worse.âÂ
âYeah, like the time you and Jake wanted ramen at 3am and wouldnât stop calling me because both of you got a little too high.âÂ
âCan you blame us?! You were like, two blocks away.âÂ
âYeah, but did you need to eat with me?âÂ
âDuh. Youâre like, the best person to eat a late night dinner with.âÂ
The two of you laugh as he leads you to the group. You see Sunghoon slumped over the table with his head in his arms and the rest of your friend group tries really hard not to seem too excited when they see you standing next to Jay.Â
âFucking finally.â Heeseung stands and gives you a quick side hug before Jake does the same. âLove you guys and all but he started to become unbearable when he kept showing us photos of you.â
Jake snorts. âPoor guy was almost about to cry.â That makes your heart soft.Â
âHe looks so cute,â you coo, tilting your head to savor this moment. Itâs abnormal for you to be the sober one but youâre starting to understand why Sunghoon doesnât mind taking care of you when youâre like this.Â
Jay comes to stand next to you. âHeâs not cute when he drank half his weight in alcohol and wouldnât shut up about how pretty your hair is.âÂ
âWhat, do you donât think my hairâs pretty?â The messy, unbrushed hair is enough to make the guys laugh.Â
âNah seriously, thanks for coming,â says Jake. âWe felt bad calling you but he refuses to get out of his seat.âÂ
âItâs fine.â You wave him off and step closer to your boyfriend, who still hasnât moved from his position.Â
âDo your thing and weâll be here if you need help bringing him to the car.â Heeseung smiles gratefully at you.Â
Even the back of Sunghoonâs head is unfairly gorgeous. His hair always looks nice, although you credit that to his younger sister introducing him to a world of hair care products during his skating years. It feels soft to the touch as you stroke the back of his head until Sunghoon slowly comes to. You feel his body start to stir.
âBaby,â you say quietly, bending down until youâre next to him. âWake up for me.âÂ
âHm?â Sunghoon mumbles from his arms. He feels the sensation of your fingers carding through his hair and pulls himself from the table, wiping the spit from the corner of his mouth before realizing youâre standing next to him. âY/N?â
âIâm right here.âÂ
He pulls his head up until heâs sitting upright in the booth, squinting up at you to adjust to the bar lights that disappeared when he closed his eyes. Your boyfriend looks so innocent like this. He looks at you with a wide, round gaze as if youâd appeared out of thin air and heâs trying his hardest to figure out how youâre standing in front of him.Â
âIs it really you?â Sunghoon asks in a quiet voice. His tone makes your heart flutter and you reach your arms out until youâre cupping his jaw and rubbing the pads of your thumbs over his cheeks. Sunghoon melts into your touch and you feel his body start to relax. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too, bug. Did you have fun tonight?â
He nods in your hands, âMhm. Just tired now.â
âJay said you were asking for me.âÂ
âI always ask for you.â Your cheeks heat up and you try to ignore the snickers from behind you.Â
âWhy donât we go back to my place, yeah? You can sleep in my bed instead of this bar.âÂ
âCan we? I love the guys but I just missed you.â
âSimp,â Heeseung whispers before coughing into his fist.Â
Sunghoon stands from the booth once youâve taken a step back to give him the space to move. Heâs surprisingly able to stand on his own and clutches onto his jacket as he makes his way to the door.Â
âSorry guys,â he mutters to the guys.Â
âYah, itâs fine,â Jay says as he waves Sunghoon off.Â
âGet home safe,â Heeseung says as he opens the door for the two of you. Sunghoon waves behind him until you guide him to the car.Â
âCan you put your jacket on for me?â You catch it in your hands after he nearly let them fall from his grasp.Â
âShit, sorry.â You watch Sunghoon put on one arm and then the other. He looks so childlike in this moment as he concentrates his hardest to put the jacket on without stumbling.Â
It reminds you that he doesnât show you this side of him often. Sunghoon, ever the poised individual who likes to know whatâs ahead of him, has let his inhibitions down. Seeing his figure slowly push his body through the warm fabric has you biting back a smile.Â
âNeed help?â
Sunghoon looks down at his hands that are trying to zip his jacket up to no avail. He feels like his hands are too big and the zipper is too small. âPlease.â
Your steady fingers cover Sunghoonâs and take over the tedious task. The metal is warm from his fingertips. You can feel him looking down at you and you temporarily fumble with the zipper, which makes him laugh.
âSilly,â he mutters. âAh, fuck. I donât know if I can open the door.â
You roll your eyes and open it for him. âYouâre funny.âÂ
He slides into the seat as gracefully as he can without hitting his head on the roof. Sunghoon struggles, but manages to buckle himself in and grins up at you when he hears the click of the buckle. When you look down on him, the lamp post from above casts a soft glow on his face. He looks so youthful at this moment. Sunghoon has let go of his thoughts and couldnât think about anything but the present moment even if he tried.Â
He waits for you and mumbles about how cold it is when you turn the engine on. The warm air starts to uplift his spirits and he looks at you with us head pressed to the headrest.
âIâm sorry you have to see me like this.â
âWhat?â you ask. âWhy?â
He shrugs. âDunno. Usually Iâm the one taking care of you.â
âYou donât always have to be brave, you know.âÂ
Sunghoon doesnât say anything. He reaches out to envelope your hand in his and squeezes it until heâs holding it loosely in the quiet of the evening.
âI love you.âÂ
Your heart blooms. âI love you right back.â He seems satisfied with your response and lets go of your hand so that you can drive back to your apartment.Â
When you park on the curb, Sunghoonâs sober enough to unbuckle his seatbelt and wait for you to turn the engine off before opening his door carefully. He steps outside and leans back on the car door until you walk around the hood of the vehicle and grabs your hands to pull you into him.Â
You feel his lips on your before you register whatâs happening. He tastes faintly of pineapple soju and beer, and his mouth is warm. Despite his inebriated state, Sunghoonâs able to hold you between his hands as he moves to place them on your hips to balance your body after youâve stumbled into him.Â
The kiss itself is slow. In fact, it feels as though Sunghoon has slowed time around so that the two of you could enjoy the late night kiss uninterrupted. You can barely hear anything besides the ringing in your ears after being caught by surprise due to your boyfriendâs abrupt movements. Your mouths move in slow tandem and Sunghoon nearly pushes his tongue inside your mouth before pulling away to rest his forehead against your own.
âMy baby,â he whispers against your lips before giving you another quick peck.Â
âYou are so cute.â You blurt out this confession like youâre still pining after him. âLetâs go inside, yeah?âÂ
The apartment is warm compared to the environment outside and Sunghoon slips off his shoes in favor of wearing his designated slippers. He doesnât let go of your hand the entire time he does so, letting you pull him into the hallway until the two of you reach your bedroom. The hardwood floors feel better than the uneven pavement from outside.
He loves it here. Itâs a sanctuary away from his apartment with the friends he will probably invite to his wedding. But something about your green comforter and hand-painted artwork adorning your walls makes Sunghoon feel like he would live by your side for the rest of his life. The scent of your roomâwarm peaches and vanillaâtugs at his heart strings. This is where he belongs.Â
Likewise, you love seeing Sunghoon behave like this. Itâs not commonplace for him to let people take care of him in the way you are now. Heâs used to people looking out for his career and best interest but he struggles with allowing others to handle him with such care. After a decade of enduring harsh criticism and physical endurance, Sunghoon struggles to relax and allow others to take the reins. Itâs partially why he loves taking care of you. Being able to provide that kind of love and support makes him feel wanted and needed, even if you tell him heâs more than enough a thousand times over.Â
You leave him in your room to change his clothes taken from his designated drawer while you prepare skincare and the works. You hear him shuffle outside and fall onto the bed once, prompting you to hold your laughter in as you wash your hands and pull out hair clips for him to use.Â
âI canât lie,â Sunghoon says as you emerge from the bathroom to see him in a big t-shirt and pajama bottoms, âIâm really looking forward to you doing my skincare.âÂ
You snicker and pull your desk chair into the bathroom. âNow you know exactly how I feel every time I beg you to do mine when Iâm drunk. Sit and close your eyes, please.âÂ
He follows your instructions and leans his back against the furniture. Sunghoon doesnât fuss when you pin his hair back until itâs secure and allows you to make him feel pampered in a way he typically wouldnât.Â
âDid you have fun tonight?âÂ
Sunghoon hums. âYeah, I did. The guys picked me up from my place and we had lunch at that seafood spot weâve been meaning to try.âÂ
âWas it any good?â
âSo good.â He licks his lips. âGod, Iâm still thinking about that shellfish soup. We ordered enough food to feed a village but it was so worth it. I wanna go with you.âÂ
âWe can go wherever you want.â He smiles at your soft tone.Â
âWe also went to the beach and met some guys at the skate park by the highway. They were pretty nice and let us use their boards for a little. Heeseung got along with them the best, I think.â
âHeeseung makes friends with everybody.â
âHe says heâs not social but thatâs a lie.â Sunghoon twitches his nose when he feels a damp washcloth on his face. âWe went to the bar afterwards and split it by round. I got the first and honestly, I donât remember much after that.âÂ
âHow are you feeling now, though?â you ask as you finish patting his skin dry. âDo you still feel dizzy?â Sunghoon opens his eyes and watches you apply a serum before dabbing it all over his face.Â
âNot as much as before. I think Iâm just tired.â
âAnd clingy, apparently.âÂ
Sunghoon smacks the back of your thighs. âShut up. You love it.â You silence him by kissing his nose.Â
While he brushes his teeth, you situate yourself underneath your plush covers and allow the weight of the blanket to fall on top of you. The sweet promise of a good nightâs rest feels imminent, especially when you see your boyfriend emerge from the bathroom. He turns off the light and walks towards the empty side of the bed before heâs slipping himself beside you.Â
Sunghoonâs an equal opportunist when it comes to sleeping positions. He loves it the most when your head is on his chest and when your arms are tangled in one another because he likes knowing that the two of you yearn for each other equally. But when he gets like this, Sunghoon takes initiative to maneuver himself until half of his chest and head are on top of you. He situates his arm around your waist and pulls himself closer to your body until a deep, satisfied sigh comes from the back of his throat.Â
He hums in appreciation when your fingers begin to massage his scalp. Sunghoonâs hair is soft and silky and on most days, youâre the only person who gets to touch it. The slowness of your movements paired with the soft kiss you place on his temple makes his eyelids feel heavy.Â
âSorry you had to come pick me up,â Sunghoon mumbles against you. âI know we agreed to give each other some space this weekend.âÂ
âYou should know by now that Iâd do anything for you.â He feels you kiss the crown of his head. âPlus, we both know youâd do the same for me.âÂ
Sunghoon nods. âI would. Youâre my girlfriend. Duh.â His sleepy nonsense makes you laugh.Â
âYou can go back to hanging out with the guys tomorrow if you want.â He shakes his head.Â
âI want to get breakfast with you.â Sunghoon finds your free hand and presses a sleepy kiss to the back of it.Â
âWhatever you want. We can get breakfast.âÂ
âIf we wake up early enough.âÂ
You laugh again. âYes, if we wake up early enough.âÂ
Sunghoon mumbles a few incoherent words that you canât quite make out because of your own tiredness. When your own eyes start to droop, Sunghoon feels your fingers start to falter and looks up at you to see youâve fallen fast asleep.Â
He kisses the underside of your chin and falls asleep too.
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spencer reid x fem!reader
warnings: itâs silly and fluff
a/n: this is the intro of episode 7 from season 3, i founded it so funny so i made this blurb.
âA popular theory among leading astrophysicists estimates that the hypermatter reactor would need about 10 to the 32nd joules of energy to destroy a planet the size of the Earth.â You didnât exactly know what Reid was trying to explain to Morgan, but he looked cute.
Emily looked at you mockingly.
âNow, Lucas said it took 19 years to build the first Death Star, right?â Spencer looked at you.
âBut if you look at The New Essential Chronology, there's a test bed prototype for a super laser that's beenââ Morgan got up from his seat and headed toward Rossiâs new office.
âWhere are you going?â Spencer asked Morgan, confused.
âTaking back the last five minutes of my life,â Morgan replied, and Reid made a face.
âI was listening to you.â You shrugged.
âI know you were, you always do.â He smiled at you.
âDonât you want to know about this guy?â Morgan asked as he walked up the stairs.
âI do.â Emily quickly got up from her desk.
âI donât! Are you kidding? No, noâThis is dangerous.â You followed them.
You were starting to panic a little. Not for nothing, but this guy was pretty mysterious, and even though you might sound a bit like a people pleaser, you were dying to make a good impression on Rossi, and if he caught you snooping around his office, you two werenât going to become friends anytime soon.
âI've got it all memorized. His books, his bio,â Spencer replied to Morgan.
âYeah, books that sold over a million copies.â
âSo?â
âThatâs a million reasons not to come back, if you know what Iâm saying.â Morgan explained to us.
I mean, of course, he was right. Why would a guy who had already ended his career years ago suddenly come back? He wasnât going to do it out of kindness. But that wasnât your problem.
âHuh!â Morgan exclaimed as he entered his office.
âTaupe walls. Thatâs a negative color.â Emily was analyzing it. âCold. Distant. You know, emotionally, taupe is linked to loneliness and a desire to escape from the world.â
âI just figured the guyâs walls would be covered with plaques and commendations,â Morgan continued to Emily.
âMaybe he doesn't want to be reminded of past victories. Itâs a new chapter for him.â
Spencer and you peeked into the office, you clinging to his arm.
âWhatever happened to the moratorium on intra-team profiling, guys?â Spencer asked the group.
âCome on, Reid. Team? I donât think this guy knows the meaning of the word.â
âProbably not, butâWe shouldnât be here. What if he sees us?â You were quite scared.
âI donât think he will, donât worry.â Spencer took your hand, and you both entered the office.
âI found something. Looks like some type of religious art. Original maybe, definitely expensive.â Morgan showed us a painting in a frame.
You wrapped your arm around Spencerâs and leaned on his.
âItâs Renaissance art,â you replied to Morgan, looking at the painting in Spencerâs hand.
âIf thatâs originalâŠâ Spencer followed your lead.
âIs it?â Morgan asked.
âItâs kind of hard to tell, I mean, heâs into the classics,â you continued.
âWhat else?â
âItalian, strict Catholic upbringing, probably believes in redemption.â Spencer was pondering over the painting.
âI believe in a lot of things.â You heard a voice behind you, and it almost gave you a heart attack.
You lifted your head off Spencerâs arm, stepping away from him entirely. He gave you a puzzled look due to the distance.
âCatholic, yes. Italian American, 52 years old. Strict upbringing? Not so much.â
We shared awkward glances between us. This couldnât be happening.
âNow the artwork? Thatâs 15th-century original, it costs more than my first house. And as for the wall color, itâs just a base coat, painters will come in and finish tomorrow.â He gave us an ironic smile.
You felt like you were about to die or something.
âNow, if youâre all finished, I think JJ and Hotch are ready for us,â he informed us. âIsnât that how a team works?â This time he looked straight at Morgan.
You quickly ran out of there before the embarrassment swallowed you whole. Spencer followed right behind you.
âHey! Wait for me.â You heard him behind you.
âAre you kidding me? I told you we shouldnât have gone in! What a disgrace, I canât believe it.â You turned to look at him. âWhatâs he going to think of me?â
âI donât think he cares that much, really.â He took your hands in an attempt to calm you down.
âHow could he not!? We snooped through his stuff! We profiled him! Oh, this is bad!â
Spencer laughed a little at you. âWhat are you laughing at!?â You frowned.
âI really donât think itâs that deep, donât worry.â He gave you a sincere look.
If you thought about it, it wasnât that bad. He probably wouldnât even mention it again, and it wasnât like you did anything serious... at least you hoped so.
âYou think so?â You looked back at him.
âOf course!â He smiled at you. âCome on, Iâll make you some coffee before we go to JJ and Hotch.â Spencer gave you a small kiss on the forehead, took your hand, and led you to the kitchen.
a/n: so this is how i was picturing Spencer and reader when they weâre watching the artwork.
so cute iâm dying!!
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open your eyes
paige bueckers x fem reader
you and paige have been best friends since highschool. being basically inseparable your whole lives and going into college, youâre so oblivious to the fact that your best friendâs âkind wordsâ was her flirting with you.
fluff and flirtation, minimal drinking, slight angst but cuteness at the end
hiii!! so this is my second fic and iâll admit this is fun LMFAO, expect more! thank you for the love on my last one!! masterlist coming soon for ya - ke
enjoy!đââïž (kinda long!)
tags: @rosemariiaa @bueckerscore @juspeaks/@ohbueckers @ashortyluvsports @patscorner @mrsarnold here yall go <3
you and paige were inseparable all your lives. there was never a moment you were apart, and if you were, questions like "where's paige" or "where's y/n" would surface, unusual if you two were seperated.
paige has been good at basketball her whole life, she was popular, good at sports, and overall a major people person, while you were more introverted and quiet, and less known around the school. it sucked that when people DID know you, they didn't know your name. "oh that's paige's best friend," "oh yeah, paige knows her,". you got over it after a while because paige cared about you, and that's what mattered most.
paige however, made sure she mentioned you in every conversation possible,
"y/n loves those,"
"y/n is smart as hell, she helped me pass all through highschool. she's amazing at like.. everything,"
"she just gets me"
being a senior in highschool was your biggest year, graduating and taking the next step in life, not by yourself but with your best friend. paige and you both were committing to uconn, an amazing school with great academic programs, and an amazing basketball team for paige. the one thing paige was excited for, was spending the next four years with her best friend, who for some reason she couldn't keep her eyes off of.
paige constantly beat herself up for slowly falling for you, as you weren't huge on reciprocating the sappy things like she was, but in all honesty that was just her personality. paige would occasionally flirt with you, but you just assumed it was her being kind and complimenting you, even though everytime it happened your knees felt like they'd snap.
paige was a gorgeous girl, beautiful blue-filled eyes, that pierce everytime you two made eye contact with one another, it made your stomach ripple. but why?
it was a saturday night, around 9 pm when paige texted you to come to a small get together being hosted at one of the menâs teams houses for uconn basketball players, but you know paige can't go anywhere without you.
you answer back, a little nervous as parties aren't your strong suit, but soon after you receive another text.
"i know parties aren't your thing beautiful, i want you to know that if at anytime you wanna leave, i'm leaving too"
she really knows you huh?
"i want you to have fun p, i'll be good i promise" you said, not really meaning it, but also not wanting to interfere with your best friend getting to know some people on campus.
"ma listen, i'm here with you, so i leave with you. got it?"
you don't put up a fight, you respond with a "got it.", and put your phone down to find something to wear.
you didn't understand why paige called you these nicknames, but all you knew was it drove you crazy, and anytime someone else said it, it didn't hit the same.
was that weird?
you go looking in your closet, recently purchasing some new skirts, bodysuits, and dresses to try and switch things up from your usual overly basic outfits.
you wore a black flared bodysuit, something a little out of your comfort zone, but you've been going to the gym a lot recently, and your body was on point, and what better way to show it off?
after getting dressed, doing your hair and makeup and spraying your perfume, you go to put on a gold locket, inside holds a picture of you and paige as kids on halloween, you two dressed as princess peach and mario, (paige's request), faces so youthful.
watching paige grow up came with its perks. she got super talented, even taller, more wise and mature, muscular, and fucking beautiful.
looking at her arms was a daily occurrence to say the least.
was it weird for you to look at paige this way, after all she is your best friend, but you can't help how good she looked.
if only you knew.
after you're finished getting ready, you take a shot just to be safe, needing to ease up a little. you text paige that you're done getting ready, and she quickly responds,
"i'm otw"
why did your stomach drop? was it the shot?
don't be stupid.
a couple minutes pass, and your dorm door knocks, knowing it's paige, you straighten your hair up and go answer it.
she immediately embraces you, her tall figure taking you in, and holding you for a little over the time you should be hugging your best friend, well at least you thought.
"damn you look good y/n," she said looking you up and down and smirking, making you blush slightly.
"thank you p, i really didn't know what to wear so i hope this was good enough," you tell her, just happy she thinks you look beautiful.
"you look amazing ma, you always do."
can she be anymore obvious?
"you don't look too bad yourself p." smiling at her, making paige turn red in the face.
she had on a black shirt and cargos, almost matching you in a way, but you liked that honestly.
you two arrive to the party, and you're introduced to paige's basketball team, meeting some really funny and sweet girls, making you feel welcome and comfortable. they grew to know you for you, instead of having the "paige's best friend" title.
you really didn't wanna drink despite your shot earlier, but you were still so tense.
even worse now that you can't shake the feeling that you think you're possibly in love with paige.
but that'd be stupid, paige doesn't see you in that way.
but paige did, she always has.
she was the one to be by your side, the one to be there when you cried, she always was regardless.
she tried to make things obvious, she flirted with you any chance she got, called you nicknames only you deserved, made sure you were okay in every inconvenience, when you cried because of school and home life, she was there, she was your outlet.
you were queasy, feeling sick and you didn't know why.
then you look up and see paige and another girl, except she's hitting on paige.
and it makes you so upset.
you storm out of the party, tears slowly forming in your eyes, fucking up your makeup you took ages on, making you even more frustrated. paige texts your phone,
"where are you??? did you leave??? i can't find you y/n i'm worried"
"y/n??"
"ma please respond where are you"
you open the message, not really wanting to, but you want her, so bad.
"i'm outside." you type back, tone passive aggressive.
she sees you sitting on the stairs outside the house, hands on your face to cover your mascara stained eyes.
"what's the matter ma?"
"why did you leave, i told you we leave togethe-"
"it doesn't matter paige." you cut her off.
she takes your hands away from your face, so she can get a good look at you.
"tell me what's wrong, please?"
you look at her soft expression, eyes full of love and concern, and it dawns on you.
i'm in love with my best friend.
"i don't know paige, it's so confusing, I'M confused."
"confused how?" keeping the curiosity in her voice, letting you know she was interested in what you had to say.
"i guess seeing you and that girl tonight pissed me off, i don't know why i'm feeling this way, i'm sorry."
"it pissed you off?" she asks.
"yeah, it's weird i know, i can forget about the whole thin-"
she cuts you off with a kiss, holding your face while your lips connect, feeling her nose brush against yours, and smiling into the kiss.
âcmon mama open them eyes, all i want is you.â she tells you, making your eyelashes flutter.
âi was scared okay, my eyes are open now i swear.â you say jokingly, you two laughing and going to hug each other.
you smile at paige, knowing your feelings were valid.
"you know how long i've wanted to do that for?"
"you really know how to make a girl wait, ma." she says, making you laugh.
"that's my girl. you've got the prettiest smile ever ma."
you blush at her comment, knowing you can accept it as her officially flirting with you, and not making you feel crazy for thinking such.
my girl.. you could get used to that, don't you think?
HELLURRR!! i hope you guys enjoyeddd, my back hurts cause i was teeww locked in but i love you guys đââïž
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could you write rhea x jey x reader smut. Like however you wanna write it just no cheating please
IâVE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS AND I DONâT THINK IâLL MAKE MORE CAUSE THIS ONE IS BAD, YOUâVE BEEN WARNED âŒïž
rhea ripley x reader x jey uso
likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!
âŒïža little bit of angst, feels, insecure reader, fluff, romance, smut so stay away kids, not much of a plot, soft!rhea, soft!jey, dom!rhea, not so dom jey, threesome(?) and more i guessâŒïž
eyes on me
you didnât exactly know what led to have you naked between rheaâs and jeyâs bodies, but somehow you ended up there. maybe it was the constant tension between you and rhea. the way she would always make sure you were okay after a match, the way she helped you train everytime you were at the gym together or how she always made sure to compliment you, even if you were just wearing baggy clothes and had dark circles under your eyes.
you never meant for that to happen. after the painful break up with dom, rhea needed someone that stayed by her side. you and damian were her best friends so, of course you were both there for her.
she took your advice seriously when you told her that she had to move on. in less than two weeks she was already seeing jey uso and you were happy for her. maybe feeling a little jealous that she didnât need you as she used to but you couldnât lie that jey was the right person for her.
jey was always kind and gentle with you. respecting your friendship with rhea and never overstepping.
but if rhea and jey were a happy couple, why were you naked on their bed?
âwe donât have to do this if it makes you uncomfortableâŠâ rhea softly whispered in your ear, gently kissing your neck.
it wasnât making you uncomfortable. it was making you wonder what had changed during that dinner with rhea and jey at her place.
one minute you were all happily eating and watching a comedy show, the next minute you were straddling jeyâs lap, his hands were moving under your shirt as rhea moved to massage jeyâs shoulders and neck, leaving soft kisses on his skin.
you remember jey carrying you to the main bedroom, rhea leading the way. you still remember the feeling of rheaâs hands as she undressed you, taking her time admiring you. you remember how jey undressed rhea, him watching her with loving eyes, making you feel a little insecure because you didnât have someone waiting at home that would look at you like that. you remember how rhea softly dragged you down on the bed with her, bringing a hand to your cheek and looking for any sign of discomfort in your eyes. when you showed none, she tested the water and brought her lips over yours. no rush, just a gentle kiss. one, turned into two, and two kisses turned into a full make out session with her as jey undressed himself and laid next to you on the bed. one of his hands tenderly caressing your hips. leaving soft kisses from your neck, to your collarbone, into your belly.
he stopped his movements when rhea said those words. he was too lost in his thoughts that he actually didnât think that it might have been uncomfortable for you.
he looked between your faces and noticed the hopeful looked that rhea had. he knew that rhea thought of you as more than a friend, he talked about it with her and they both were on the same page. they both liked you, they both had feelings for you and if you were okay, they were ready to let you in their relationship.
âiâm okay with thisâŠâ you soft voice whispered. rhea and jey were able to hear you and they both relaxed when you said those words.
âbut youâre thinking of something, arenât you?â jey questioned, making you nod your head âwhat is it babe?â
you blushed under his staring gaze âitâs justâŠi donât want this to ruin what we haveâŠâ
âi promise you, itâs notâ rhea added ânothing is gonna ruin what we haveâŠwe promise youâ
âokayâŠâ you smiled, earning a smile from her side âbut uhmâŠiâve never been with two people at the same time so i donât really know what to doâ your cheeks turning red.
âitâs okay beautiful, we will take care of youâ jey reassured you, making you nod your head.
your heart pounding in your chest when rhea started kissing you again. her lips were so soft and kissable that you were kinda jealous that jey had the chance to kiss her every day. jey moved between your legs, with his big hands, he softly pulled them apart. while rhea was assaulting your lips, jey started kissing your thighs, grazing at your naked pussy but never touching it.
âi wanna taste herâŠâ rhea almost moaned on your lips when she heard jey kissing your thighs. he couldnât say no to mami so he moved out of her way and as rhea positioned herself between your legs, the twin laid next to you, popping himself up on his elbow as he watched cautiously every movement your face made.
rheaâs lips kissed your clit, making you slightly move on the bed. when she got the reaction that she wanted from you, she began her attack on your pussy. she took her time eating you out, kissing and licking your clit. jeyâs free hand moved over your already hardened nipples, giving them equal attention.
you werenât a typical screamer in bed, you were shy and it was hard for your partners to understand if you liked what they were doing or not. jey noticed how hard you were trying to keep your moans low and he didnât agree with your choice âi wanna hear your pretty voiceâ he whispered into your ear, while his lips left kisses behind your neck âmoan for us y/nâŠâ and that was all the confidence you needed because in the exact moment rhea licked at your entrance and jey took a nipple in his mouth, a soft moan escaped your lips, making rhea shiver from how good you were being for them.
jey enjoyed teasing your nipples, wondering if you were so sensitive just for him or you were like that in general. his kisses were soft, he was treating you with such care that you found hard to believe that the jey uso was such a romantic lover boy.
rhea told you about the first time they had sex and how he basically destroyed her. of course, she enjoyed it, and by the way she told you that story, you were sure that those two destroy the bedroom at least twice a day. but this was a different side of jey, and a different side of rhea.
still taking the lead, she brought one of her skilled finger over your clit as her tongue was working over your entrance âfuck baby, you taste so fucking goodâŠâ she moaned against your pussy, making you shiver. the added pressure over your clit sent goosebumps all over your body. seeing your thighs trembling, jey knew that you were close and he needed to see you coming for them.
he moved his head from your nipples to your lips, gently kissing you, his tongue fighting for dominance âyou coming baby?â he whispered in your ear. too lost in pleasure, you couldnât find a proper answer but the way your thighs shook and the way your body went rigid and limp in a minute was enough as an answer for jey. grabbing the sheets, a very pornographic sound left your lips, shocking everyone in the room, you included. no one ever made you cum so hard in your life.
rhea worked you through your orgasm, stopping only when she cleaned you up with her tongue. when she was done, she brought her face down to your face and softly pressed a kiss onto your cheek âyou were so good for meâŠâ she whispered in your ear. she watched your blissful face, eyes barely open and mouth agape, you were a vision for her.
âyou should taste how sweet she isâŠâ she grabbed jeyâs face and brought him to her lips, making you taste yourself on him. jey moaned into rheaâs mouth, swearing that you were the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted.
rheaâs hand teased jeyâs cock. you saw it tweaking in her hand as she gave it some attention too. pre-cum already spreading along his shaft, making him whimpering as rhea mover her hand up and down. you watched in awe how confident she was, how confident she was moving and you wished you could have a little bit of her confidence. you were there, watching her pleasuring her boyfriend and you felt yourself getting wet again.
âbabyâŠâ jey moaned against her lips âi wanna try y/nâs pussyâŠâ he said, almost as if he was asking for permission. you saw the look rhea gave him, almost a smirk and she couldnât say no so she nodded, kissing him one last time before sitting on the bed next to you.
rhea fantasised about you multiple times. she fantasised about having you naked just for her, having you naked for her and jey and now she couldnât believe that you were actually there.
âyou doing okay love?â she asked, making sure that you were okay and not overwhelmed.
âyeahâŠâ a whisper left your mouth.
jey checked with rhea and she signed him to go, that you were okay and ready for him.
âif at any point you wanna stop, you say the word and i stop okay baby?â jey asked you, and you nodded. he wanted this to be pleasurable experience for you and hurting you wasnât his intention.
he was big. probably the biggest dick youâve ever seen and you havenât had sex in a long time, you werenât so sure he was going to fit.
âwhat about we stretch you out first?â rhea asked, mostly to jey. she might have sensed your worry or maybe she remembered when you told her that the last time you had sex was months and months ago.
jey nodded, understanding that this might have been a little overwhelming for you. he brought his middle finger over your entrance, teasing you, making you whimper. he took time with you. his finger slowly thrusting inside of you. your walls immediately clenching around him.
sheâs not going to fit - he thought - sheâs too tight.
âlet me know if i hurt youâŠâ he whispered, reassuring you with a smile.
âokayâŠâ you smiled back. you trusted jey, you trusted rhea, maybe you didnât trust yourself much but you knew you were in good hands. they would never hurt you on purpose and rhea reminded you that no matter what, you had control over your decisions, whether you wanted to continue or not.
his finger moved slowly inside of you, jey finding that spot that made you crawl to him. he found it when he heard a strong whimper coming from you âoh, like that uh?â he watched as you nodded your head, not being able to answer him. rhea admired the whole scene in awe. she had dreamed about this multiple times and she couldnât believe that now you were actually there, naked for both of them. she was mesmerised by your beauty, by the way your body reacted so well to both her and damian. she couldnât get enough of you.
âi wanna feel you coming on my cockâŠâ jeyâs voice was low, delicate even. you nodded, anticipation building in your core âif at any point you want to stop just let me know, i donât wanna hurt you babyâŠâ jey was dead serious. you werenât rhea, he didnât know you or your body as well as he knew hers but by the time youâve spent together he saw how more of a delicate person you were, he knew he had to be careful otherwise he would scare you.
âi willâŠâ you reassured him.
he brought his dick through your folds, collecting your juices before slowly thrusting his tip inside of you. he was big, probably the biggest one youâve ever been with. he made you feel inch by inch, thrusting deeper inside of you âbreathe babyâŠâ rhea reminded you.
once he was all settled in, he waited for you to adjust, leaving soft kisses on your collarbone and breast, whispering praising words âyou can move jeyâŠâ you nodded your head when he gave you a questioning look.
he moved slowly at first, his eyes never leaving your face, making sure there was no sign of discomfort.
when he hit that spot inside of you, you couldnât contain your moans low any longer, pleasure was building inside of you and rheaâs hands touching between your shoulders and your breast werenât making it easy for you to stay quiet.
âfasterâŠâ you moaned, making him smile. he sped up a little, hitting all the right spots inside of you âoh fuckâŠmhâŠâ you felt tears forming inside your eyes, youâve never felt that much pleasure in your life.
your thighs shaking a little, making jey speed his movements as rhea lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth, biting and kissing it âyouâre being so good for us babyâŠso fucking goodâ she murmured against your skin. you loved her dominant side, you trusted her with your life and you gave control over your own body.
âjeyâŠoh-fuckâŠâ you opened your eyes, meeting his staring look. a few tears fell and rolled down your red cheeks âpleaseâŠâ you didnât even know what you were begging for.
âplease what babyâŠyou like it?â he whispered into your ear, only earning a nod as a reply âgood girlâŠbaby, youâre made for usâŠâ he quickly looked down at rhea, noticing how her lips were playing with your nipples and her hands were playing with her pussy, bringing her own pleasure. the room was filled with moans, your skin shining from the layers of sweat upon it. jeyâs body moving in sync with yours as you were both chasing your orgasm.
âjey, iâm so closeâŠfuckâ your voice whimpered, making jey slowing his thrusts as he could take a good look at you. he brought a leg over his shoulder, moving deeper inside of you.
âoh fuckâŠcome for me babyâŠâ he almost cried when he felt how your walls were squeezing him. you were close and he knew it âkeep your eyes on me baby, i wanna see your faceâŠâ he ordered and you tried your best to do as he said âeyes on meâŠâ he whispered, voice so rough and yet so soft.
rhea was about to cum as she played with her own clit and her moans vibrating against your skin where enough to send you over the edge.
âjeyâŠoh fuckâŠiâmâŠâ you werenât even able to finish your sentence that you were already coming on his cock.
âyeah, i know babyâŠi wanna feel youâ he sped up his movements as you were coming all around his cock. your own orgasm led to rhea coming all over her fingers. jey couldnât hold himself anymore and he quickly pulled out and came all over your chest. he wanted to cum inside of you but as a first experience with him and rhea, he didnât want overwhelm you. âoh shitâŠâ his eyes rolled back as he leaked all over your chest and red breast.
you took time catching breath, your chest heavy while rhea softly kissed your reddened skin. your whole body was sensitive, legs still shaking and tears still falling from your eyes. jey moved to get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up.
âyou did so good babyâŠâ rhea whispered as she moved closer to your body. she laid down on the bed and she gently grabbed your body so you could lay against her. your head over her shoulder as she softly whispered praise words into your ear.
jey admired the two of you, feeling so grateful that you trusted them both.
he quickly cleaned himself before coming back to the bedroom, his hands moving to wash your sensitive pussy and chest, to clean you up from all of his juices and when he was done he moved to lay back down, next to your and rhea.
âare you okay baby?â he asked, meeting your eyes âanything that hurts?â
you smiled ânoâŠiâm perfectly okay, nothing hurtsâŠâ and they both believed you. you looked so peaceful in jeyâs eyes that he wished this could be a permanent thing and not a causal one.
âi should probably go homeâŠâ you whispered, feeling like you didnât belong there. it was fun, it was good, but you didnât want to crash rheaâs and jeyâs romantic relationship more than you already did.
jey and rhea looked at each other, worried that they might have done something wrong âwhat are you talking about love?â rhea softly asked.
âi meanâŠthis was just one night thing, right? i donât wanna be the reason you two break up or have problemsâŠâ you mumbled, shying away.
âwhat? hold up! what is that coming from?â jey intervened.
you took a deep breath âi meanâŠisnât this what you wanted? just an experience?â
âabsolutely noâŠbaby, why would you think that?â rhea was partially shocked and hurt âwhat i said at dinner, itâs trueâŠiâve always thought of you as more than just a friend and just because because jey and i are dating, doesnât mean we donât want you tooâŠif you want usâ she smiled at you.
they wanted you? not just for the sex, but they wanted you.
âi know that your pretty mind is overthinking right nowâŠâ jey murmured leaving a soft kiss over your shoulder âbut we want you, if you want usâŠâ
âlike a relationship? the three of us?â you definitely didnât expect that proposal.
âyeahâŠâ rhea breathed âthe three of usâŠwe can take things slowly, we are not rushing you and we definitely will never make you do things you are uncomfortable doingâŠbut itâs pretty clear, we like you more than just a friend and the idea of not having you with us itâs killing meâŠâ
âokayâŠâ you whispered, meeting rheaâs face and her hopeful eyes.
âokay?â jey asked, smiling a little too much.
âyeahâŠokay, letâs do thisâŠâ you knew you were in good hands so why not giving it a try?
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modern bf sukuna practically breathing down your neck when he sees someone else eyeing you at a partyđ§ââïžââĄïž
Authors note: Thanks for the request! This is gn reader and Sukuna and Reader are in college. This is slightly suggestive at the end and there's like one curse word.
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In all honesty he didn't even want to go to the party, it was you who had begged him to go with you. He mostly went to play body gaurd against drunk college guys.
You were both standing near some friends of yours and you could feel Sukuna slowly moving closer, somehow, for the last five minutes. He had one arm around your waist and the other in his pocket.
Your friends went to the dance floor but you were too tired to go and Sukuna wouldn't dare go near it. "What's wrong babe?" You ask after taking a sip of your drink. Sukuna was no basically towering behind you. Both arms wrapped around your waist and his hands had a tight grip.
You hear him grumble a 'nothing' but can tell he's upset about something. "Are you not enjoying the party?" Your voice is lower than before, like it's something just for the two of you. He tsks and groans slightly, "I never enjoy parties." Is all he says while resting his chin on the top of your head.
"You really didn't have to come, you know that right 'kuna?" You turn slightly to face him a bit more and look up. "Of course I have to come, or else you'll have creeps like the one over there trying to take what's mine." His voice is low and has an undertone of anger bubbling up.
It's at this moment you look around the large room and find what looks to be a college fuck boy standing across the room. He's basically undressing you with his eyes.
He waves at you when you look over, his other hand preoccupied with a red solo cup. You hear Sukuna huff and you assume he's rolls his eyes before he puts his head in the nape of your neck.
Moving your head a bit to the side to accommodate his size you chuckle. He leaves kisses there that are slowly building in aggressiveness. "Don't understand how you like these kinds of things. Especially when you have people looking at you like a peice of meat." Sukuna mumbles between kisses.
"He's lucky I don't beat the shit out of him after this." That makes you laugh and lightly push at his forehead with your free hand. "I appreciate the gesture but we are in public right now 'kuna."
He groans but moves from your neck to instead give you a long hard kiss. It takes away all the air from your lungs as he lightly pushes you against the wall you were earlier leaning on.
"Lets leave yeah?" He asks, but it's more of a command then anything. All you can do is nodd your head and follow behind him when he grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd.
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Back on my: Holotuber Jedi Youngling - OC Thoughts >.>
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You think folks debate at first? Shtick or Real Thing? Like? No... no WAY could that be one of those Mysterious Mystic Space Cult Kids. No WAY. They would NEVER let their kid be unsupervised on the Net.
But like... (and since I'm a She, gonna use She, but realistically could be any pronouns here) she LOOKS like she's recording from a...? Is that a closet? This one looks like a vent. THIS video is definitely some sort of maintenance area. So she's definitely sneaking...
Ooooh! Thaaaat's a Jedi! REAL FUCKING JEDI. Just dropped down silently behind her. Arms crossed. Mouse droids be snitching. BUSTED.
:T
"Uuuuuuh, h-heeey, Master Uvalii. Fancy seeing YOU here!"
"Yes. Quite interesting isn't it? Since you should not be able to access this area at all, much less to achieve holonet access. Of which we are both aware you are expressly Forbidden To DO unsupervised."
".........I can explain?"
"Please. Do."
*feed ends, chat goes fucking NUTS*
Like? Oh SHIT. Baby Jedi in troooouble. But also? Oh no! What's gonna happen?! Are they gonna be okay?! S-should they TELL somebody? What do Jedi do to kids who disobey them? Does anyone actually KNOW? What DO any of us know about them!? Someone find their Com Code! MA! MA, I need you to yell at space monks! An adorable CHILD MIGHT BE AT STAKE!!! D:>
Even coming BACK on? For a supervised feed? Going "no, I'm just in trouble. Have to right paragraphs and meditate on 'why I felt the need to do this' (even though I KNOW why, not that they'll LISTEN. They just hope I'll meditate until I come to an answer they LIKE)" under the offscreen supervision of a teacher or Creche master?
Whole ass Net gonna be like "youngling! Blink Twice if they're holding you hostage! We can afford bounty hunters! We got a group pot thing going already!!! Aaaaaaaa-!"
Like? *waves at the camera and chat* she TOLD you. They don't believe you. This is part of WHY she wants to do what she's doing. Palpatine's and his Master's machinations have been building for a while. Eroding trust. The Jedi have become strange, dangerous, semi-mythical cryptids with magic powers we must HOPE are benevolent.
Not people.
Why would they expect some unfeeling, magical, sword-wielding space legend to be patient or kind to children? To even have the capacity? We are said to kidnap children and be unfeeling. Can not reach enough people to show otherwise. To reveal the mundanity of our lives. The traditions. The norms.
Food, children, laughter.
The Common Good.
And like? She obviously isn't gonna name Sith-ly NAMES. Not on CAMERA. But her lil "why I wanna play the tooka game and chat about lunch" speech? Convincing. Calms chat down. Still in trouble, mind you. But... provided it's SUPERVISED? And they work out some sort of effective moderation? Alright.
It's a matter of SAFETY, youngling. And no matter HOW much good you wish to do? They will NOT be sacrificing children to achieve it. That is NOT the Jedi way. There are plenty of old masters who would live nothing more then to ramble all day into cameras, if only to here themselves talk. (Oh? Good to know. Guest speakers pog?)
Like? Imagine making a game. Have a "mystical sage" character you TOTALLY BASED of Jedi in it. And your feed gets? Flooded with XD reactions in response to some smol bby streamer playing it? You go to check it out. Cause you're kinda a big deal on your planet. And?
Oh Noâą
That tiny streamer? Is a tiny JEDI streamer. Who is sitting there, in the stills, going O.o like "Wut." And the next still? Her lil friends are pulled in. The next? A teenager. The NEXT. An adult. The one after THAT. A few adults looking over her shoulder. Then a CROWD. All deeply, deeply confused looking.
The comments are DYING. Howling with laughter. The Jedi were so earnest. Trying to identify which Era you must be referencing. Which sect. But the head dress... cultural, maybe? It doesn't fit with the features though. Could be adopted. A hint at, I believe the term was, "lore"? No, no, those are DEFINITELY padawan beads! But so MANY? In THAT order?
They aren't even connected to a braid! And he's supposed to be a Master, right? But, wait. Perhaps it's meant to suggest he is a Padawan of the Force itself? A student of life? No, that wouldn't make sense! Stolen? It could suggest he has TAKEN the beads? Is regurgitating stolen texts without true understanding? Much like wearing bead he did not EARN?
They keep going and going. Ripping your character design to SHREDS. Picking it apart. Not even meanly! They are genuinely confused. AND IT ONLY MAKES THE CHAT LAUGH HARDER. Because it devolves into a MARATHON, after the game has been paused, of chat spamming different character names? For the Jedi to go "???" Over.
T...that's not? What? How does he even EAT in those robes? And those ones don't seem very non-humanoid friendly. Is he FLOATING HIS SWORD WITH THE FORCE? WHY!? Just keep it on your belt!!!
And? Now every game developer in the galaxy is PARANOID AF. Either make their mystics Very Obviously NOT Jedi rip offs... or shoot a "if I pay you $20 will you consult on something real quick" email. It's just... just easier man. Last guy got laughed into oblivion. Oof.
They can bill it as "Realism" or something. See guys? WE do or reasearch! Give us your credits!
Oh YEAH? Says the growing fan base of this Funky Lil Monk Child. Then put you game where your communication organs are. Send her the game, you cowards.
Do It.
Cut to "oh no, guys! The sorta-jedi died! What? Next objective? No. No we gotta give him a funeral! Oh good, we ca-BURY HIM?! What!? No!!! I could understand if he was from a race that held beliefs that bodies must be returned to the soil from whence they came, but this guy is a SORTA-JEDI! Absolutely NOT!"
"Let's cut down some trees. WE are building him a PYRE. Never ran one of these, but I can look it up. Gimme a moment. Okay. Draaaaag, him on to it. Where's his weapon. There! Thanks chat! On it goes too. Okay. Looking it up..... got it. Ahem...!"
*hold funeral for the sage character by burning his body*
*mods are IMMEDIATELY created to change the "burial" scene to a "Funeral pyre" with somber music*
Just? I can not let go? Of how the subtle shift would spread? Not in shining senatorial halls, but in class rooms and living rooms, dingy pubs and long hyperdrive flights? Anywhere boredom might be found and "hey check this out" might spread? Where someone else, might overhear and get curious?
Lik?? Imagine being the bounty hunter, who fuckin HATES Jedi, thinks they're sanctimonious BASTARDS, hearing someone snort laugh. Just... just fucking CHOKE on their cheep beer. Oh? Now everyone's interested. What's funny?
It's a teeny, tiny, lil jedi youngling. Playing that new Bounty 5 game. Unrealistic as hell. But they are going "I am a MASTER of stealth. A LEGEND of the hunt. You will not see me. I am sneaky. So, so, sneeeeakyyyyy!" As they concentrate on sneaking through back alleys.
Only for their character to fall RIGHT of a ledge, bounce against three buildings, smash into a parked Speeder, and roll right into a cut scene. Where they are call the "greatest bounty hunter of all time".
They look so incredulous.
"Are you SURE? Cause I'm fairly certain that phrase alone is banned for the trouble it causes, near most Bounty outposts. Could be the concussion talking though!"
They are? A sarcastic lil SHIT. Roast EVERYTHING. Know a surprising number of them. Given that they gave the Duros support character a modded in hat. Named him Definitely-Not-Cad. The fake look mustache REALLY sells it. Yeah, Bane. Clearly not you. YOU don't have a mustaches. *watches as she unleashes the Not Cad Bane like a highly tactical meat thresher on legs* brutal lil shit. They like her.
Granted, it's only BECAUSE it's not real she does so.
But I just? Have so many ideas? Spam the Galaxy with "this is who we are. We are people. Develop bonds with us. Care about us. KNOW us." Because the Sith can not possibly kill us all. Can not stop truth, so widely spread. Light dies, when you smother it in closed hands, hidden away in dark and long forgotten places. When you let fear dictate your actions.
It thrives in the open. With people. With the chance to SPREAD. Grow. Bloom.
It's about talking and caring. Being heard. What better place? Then on the screen in their pocket?
@babbling-babull @hypewinter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @spidori
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GOOD LUCK BABE
when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night / with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife / and when you think about me, all of those years ago / you're standing face to face with "i told you so"
pairing: shoko x fem!reader
contents: angst, angst, angst, no curses au, reader is rich, reader is addressed with she/her pronouns, childhood friends to ???, no-curse au, some gojo x reader, alcohol consumption, smoking and weed
wordcount: 4k
âDo you like him?â
Youâre twenty-one the second time Shoko asks you this question. Youâre out on the balcony, attempting to ignore the loud yelling and music being blasted from the small apartment behind you. You lean over the railing, looking down at the people below you. Shoko takes another drag of her cigarette. She glances back at the closed door behind you. She can easily catch the white blob of hair amongst the partygoers.Â
âOf course I do! Youâre all my best friends.âÂ
You both know that itâs not what Shoko means.
âYeah, but do you like him?â Shoko repeats, and you pout when you realise that sheâs not letting you off the hook. You send her a look while gently tapping your fingers against the railing. Shokoâs eyes follow the movement, trying not to glare at the diamond ring on your finger.Â
You grew up different; Shoko knows that. Whereas she and Suguru grew up relatively normal, had parents who worked simple jobs and came home to cook dinner, you and Satoru were raised by maids and strict rules. She supposes this is the reason youâre so nonchalant about all this. Whereas Shoko as always had the choice, you never had. Still, it bothers her how willingly you let yourself be captured, how little you fight for the freedom to be your own person. She wishes she could shake you till you understood, but instead, sheâs stuck here on this shitty balcony, hoping that you might answer her question truthfully for once. She takes another drag of her cigarette, inhaling deeply and hoping that you wonât notice how tense her shoulders are.Â
âIt doesnât matter if I like him,â you say, shrugging. You glance over at Shoko, and something passes between you for a moment. Your eyes flicker to her lips, still wrapped around her cigarette. Itâs barely a second before youâre making eye contact again.Â
âIâm just happy my parents chose Gojo and not that asshole from Zenin Enterprises.âÂ
Youâre twenty when you go to a bar for the first time. Itâs your birthday, officially the last one to turn twenty out of the four of you. Itâs the first time in six months that you managed to get together. After you graduated, Satoru immediately started working at his dad's company; you and Shoko started at separate universities; and Suguru⊠well, none of you really know what heâs doing. Shoko recalls him saying he has some kind of sales job that causes him to travel a lot.Â
By this time, purple circles have settled under Shokoâs eyes, and cigarettes are a staple in her purse. In all honesty, she doesnât want to be here. Itâs a fancy placeâmore of a club than a bar, really. Satoruâs choice, of course. Thereâs no way that you picked this place.Â
You look stunning. Dressed in a top and a mini skirt, you look both expensive and endlessly tempting. Youâve already drank some at your place, where you all started, and youâre pleasantly giggly, hanging on Satoru's arm. Shoko wishes youâd hang off her like that, but recently thereâs been a weird divide between you. Youâre hard to get a hold of.Â
You catch her eyes and smile. âYou look nice tonight, Sho,â you say, lips curling teasingly as you reach out to pull a piece of hair behind her ear. âYour hair has gotten longer,â you add with a hum.Â
Shoko shrugs. Suguru and Satoru are talking about something that sheâs not a part of, so she moves closer to you. âHow have you been?â she asks casually, trying to act like she isnât hanging off every word you say.Â
âCome dance with me,â you reply, grabbing her hand and pulling her out on the dancefloor. Shoko follows you wordlessly. Sheâs never been much for dancing, but for you, sheâll make an exception.Â
âIâm alright,â you say. âSchool is hard,â you add, and Shoko follows the way your body moves, easily falling into a rhythm with the music. She wonders why you couldnât have this conversation at the bar, but in a way, sheâs happy that she doesnât have to share you with the boys for a while. Your fingers are intertwined as you both ignore everyone else on the crowded dance floor. Itâs hot, and the music blasts from the speakers beside the DJ, all contributing to making Shoko feel dizzy.Â
âWhat about you, Sho?â you ask, dancing closer.Â
âSchool is hard,â she repeats after you, grinning when you roll your eyes. You dance for a little while longer, silence creating a distance between you. Shoko wonders why itâs like this all of a sudden. You used to always be close; the silence between you was never uncomfortable like this.Â
âI miss you,â Shoko says. She doesnât even know why she says it. These are the kinds of things Shoko feels in silence. She never shares them with other people. But for some reason, she canât stand the thought of not being able to share it with you. You smile, but it doesnât reach your eyes.Â
âIâm dating Satoru.âÂ
Cutting Shoko open with a scalpel would probably have hurt less. The music becomes white noise, the room feels small, and the air becomes hard to breathe. She looks towards the bar where Satoruâs talking with Suguru. As if on queue, Satoru looks up from his conversation to look at the two of you. He smiles at Shoko when their eyes meet. Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. Bastard. Itâs always him, isnât it?Â
âI need a cigarette,â Shoko mumbles, walking towards the smoking area of the club.Â
âSho,â you say, following her as she makes her way through the dancefloor towards the doors with the smoking sign. âIâm sorry I didnât tell you sooner,â you say, and Shoko shakes her head as she pushes the door open and exits onto a small rooftop. The air is chilly, and there are several people already there, smoking and talking.Â
âIâm sorry,â you repeat as Shoko lights her cigarette and takes a long drag. âWill you at least look at me?â
She does. Soft, kind brown eyes locked on you. Youâve always revelled in Shokoâs attention. It made you feel special to be deserving of it, for a person whoâs usually nonchalant and seemingly careless, that you were interesting enough. Even when she would tease you and push your buttons, you liked it.
You donât like it right now.
âWhy?â Shoko asks. Your brows knit together.Â
âShoko, Iâm sorry if youâre madâââ
âNo. Why him?â Shoko interrupts. She takes another drag before blowing the smoke off to the side. You frown.Â
âYou promised youâd stop smoking,â you say, and Shoko laughs.Â
âIs it your parents?â she asks, stepping closer. Smoke fills your lungs as she blows some onto your face. You turn to the side, but she grabs your chin and makes you look at her. âIs it you? Do you like him?â She asks. You frown.Â
âYes,â you reply, though itâs half-hearted and soft.Â
âSpeak up,â Shoko says, but you donât. Your brows are furrowed, and thereâs a little pout on your lips. Your hands come to tug on her shirt as if youâre beckoning her to come closer, but she doesnât, not even bothering to look down at where youâre holding onto her.Â
She feels an awful desire to kiss you, to show you what likingâno, lovingâsomeone really is. She doesnât fight it when she leans in, pressing your lips together. This kiss is much different from any kiss youâve shared before. Itâs meaner, more desperate. As if Shoko is trying to put every word she wonât speak into this moment, lips moving against lips. Your fingers move from her shirt up to her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.Â
Shoko tastes like smoke and the beer she took three sips off when you first arrived. Itâs deprived; how good it all feels to let go. Then you part and you gasp for air for a few seconds before you step back, wiping your hands in your shirt and turning around, disappearing into the bar.Â
Youâre fifteen when you say the words that make Shoko take the first drag of a cigarette. Youâre sitting on the floor in your room, watching some show that you begged her to see. Shoko canât even remember which one it was, although it doesnât matter all that much. Youâre huddled close together, giggling whenever the main characters do something funny. Your eyes are on the screen, but Shoko canât help but look at you.Â
Itâs dark out. She shouldâve been home hours ago, but your parents arenât homeâthey never areâand the maid left hours ago.Â
âHave you ever kissed anyone, Sho?â you ask. Shoko blinks, turning to look at the TV again. A kiss scene is unfolding. Fairly innocent, she thinks. She looks back at you to find you already looking. Your faces are awfully close, only illuminated by the blue light from the show still going, though itâs all background noise at this point.Â
âNo,â Shoko replies bluntly. You smile, your cheeks heating up as you lean in closer.Â
âDo you want to?â you ask. Itâs innocent. Youâre smiling, your eyes darting down to Shokoâs lips for a second before theyâre back up.Â
âI donât know,â Shoko replies. Already at fourteen, she hates how she feels around you. Thereâs something disarming about you that makes Shoko lose all her cool and turn into a complete puddle of weird, awkward teenage mess. Her heart always seems to hammer in her chest, and her hands feel clammy.Â
âWe could try, you know,â you say. Youâre so close now that Shoko can feel your breath on her lips, smell the fruit rolls you ate earlier. Itâs so very you, so sweet. Blood roars in her ears, and she doesnât say anything, afraid her voice might betray her.Â
âFor practice,â you add, and Shoko finds herself nodding along. For practice, sure. She ignores the gnawing feeling in her chest, the looming knowledge that she can never come back from this. Shoko has never been much interested in love or boys. Sheâs always opted for medical books and crime mysteries instead of chick flicks. Though with you, itâs always been different. You could rope her into watching The Notebook and Titanic as many times as you wanted if it meant Shoko got to spend time with you.Â
âIs this okay?â you ask, placing your hand on Shokoâs cheek, and she nods again. âYeah,â she replies, almost breathless. Youâre so close now.
So so close.Â
Itâs innocent. Thereâs no tongue, no great big sparks. Yet Shoko feels electric. Your lips are soft. So soft. And despite how blunt you were just seconds ago, you feel shy now all of a sudden, pulling away with flushed cheeks and a sort of dazed look on your face.Â
âThank you,â is all you can think to say, and it makes Shoko snort at your reaction. This causes a giggle to be pulled from you as well, and you sit there for a while, just lingering in each other's presence, high on the experience of your first kiss together. Itâs innocent, sweet. Shoko wishes she could bottle up the feelings you give her and save them from the rot sheâs already feeling building up inside of her.Â
She reaches for your cheek and pulls you in for a second kiss. You let her, getting braver this time. Your lips move against each other. Itâs inexperienced and clumsy, but Shoko wouldnât have it any other way.Â
Then you whisper the god-forsaken words.Â
âI wish you were a boy, Sho.âÂ
And Shoko feels the rot fester in her gut.Â
âI should go,â she replies, stumbling out of your room and down the hall of your obscenely large house. She ignores your calls for her as she slips down through your kitchen.
She stops in her tracks when she notices the small packet on the counter. The maid mustâve left it, she thinks to herself as she picks it up and inspects it. Shoko and you have spied on her during enough smoke breaks to know. Two cigarettes left. She glances at the door. You havenât followed her downstairs. She puts the box in her pocket and walks out your front door.Â
How can two cigarettes hurt?
Youâre twenty-three when you walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. Shoko watches from the fourth row, right next to Nanami. You and Satoru stand in front of the altar. Suguru sits on the front row with Satoruâs family. You hadnât asked Shoko to sit with yours.Â
The vows are formal. Clinical, almost. As though someone else wrote them for you, as though neither you nor Satoru actually feel the things you say. Nonetheless, you look blinding in your dress, even more blinding as you walk down the aisle and lock eyes with Shoko.Â
She smiles at you. Purple rings have become more prominent under her eyes during the past few months. Sheâs told you theyâre from late-night cramming and studying, and while thatâs not technically untrue, there's another reason why she sleeps so badly as well. You smile back, and Shoko feels the green little thorn in her stomach reach just a little deeper.Â
âWhy are you looking all gloomy?âÂ
Itâs playful. Thereâs no ill intent behind it. Satoru, as always, pretends to be unaware of anything that might start an uncomfortable conversation, instead resorting to acting like a fool. Shoko sighs.Â
âFuck off,â she says, though thereâs no edge in her tone. She canât ever really hate Satoru. No one can. Thatâs what's so annoying about him. Satoru walks forward and joins Shoko on the balcony from the venue of your wedding afterparty. Shoko doesnât know where you are. Probably somewhere entertaining your guests, pretending that this is the happiest night of your life.Â
Satoru eyes the cigarette between Shokoâs fingers as she takes another drag.Â
âI thought you were quitting.â
âSchoolâs been stressful.âÂ
âAh,â Satoru nods, resting his arms on the railing and looking out over the city. Itâs a peaceful night. The sky is clear, though you canât see the stars due to the light of the city. Shoko exhales.Â
âAre you doing alright, Shoko? You seem distant,â Satoru asks, eyes trained on the view in front of them. Shoko hums.Â
âIâm alright,âÂ
They stand like that for a while, neither of them saying anything. Shoko wonders if she should just tell Satoru everything. About how sheâs in love with his wife and has been for years. How she wakes up in the middle of the night, gasping for air and chasing dreams of you. You with your soft lips and pretty smile. You who never flinches away, you who remains the centre of Shokoâs world no matter how hard she tries to untangle herself from your web of love and praise.
She imagines it wouldnât go down well. Even if Satoru has married you out of duty, she knows he still loves you. Maybe not as a wife, but as a companion. Youâve known each other for so long, known that you were promised to each other since you were mere children.Â
âAh, fuck, I better go save my wife.âÂ
The moment has passed. Shoko looks back towards the glass doors to the party. Youâre stuck talking to some elders. Shoko doesnât know who they are, but she assumes theyâre from Gojoâs family. You glance towards the balcony. âSave me,â you mouth, and both Shoko and Satoru snort.Â
âDuty calls,â he sings as he walks past Shoko. He looks back over his shoulder once. âCome back once youâve finished that one, okay?â
Youâre eighteen when you all huddle together on the floor in Suguruâs room, giggling and whispering about the joint that the boys somehow managed to secure. Suguru lights it and takes the first inhale. Satoru follows, cheeks immediately turning pink and a dopey smile settling on his lips as he passes it to Shoko. You watch Shoko curiously before she hands it to you.Â
Carefully, you fold it between your two fingers, eyeing the little roll carefully. âHow do I do it?â you ask, and Shoko snorts. Satoru is giggly already, lying down and putting his head in Suguruâs lap. Suguru looks mostly unaffected, yet he cracks a smile and pinches Satoruâs cheek.Â
âYou put it between your lips, and then you inhale. You gotta feel it all the way in your lungs,â Shoko explains. You try to do as she says, but when you exhale, barely any smoke comes out. Suguru chuckles.Â
"Yeah, that was not an inhale,â he says, and you poke your tongue at him. Shoko moves closer to you, ignoring Suguru as she puts her hand on your thigh.Â
âTry again,â she says, and you do, looking at her at the same time. Shoko smiles, and you choke, coughing out some as you feel tears prickling in your eyes. Shoko rubs a soothing hand along your thigh while Satoru laughs. You pat your chest, coughing furiously as tears run down your cheek and Shoko smiles at you.Â
So cute.Â
âCâmere,â she says, once your coughing has subsided. You pout at her, but move closer nevertheless, till youâre in her lap. The boys are quiet now, watching your exchange as Shoko puts a hand on your waist, taking the joint from your fingers with the other.Â
âYou ready?â she asks, and you nod wordlessly. Slowly, she inhales before leaning into you, blowing into your mouth. This time you inhale, puffing your chest out in a manner that makes Shoko grin. You exhale again, and Shoko pats your cheek rewardingly.Â
âGood girl,â she mutters, and your jaw drops. Suguru coughs, and you can hear Satoruâs giggle increasing as you climb out of her lap and grab the joint again. Shoko smiles at you. The knowing kind that makes you want to bash your head into a wall. You ignore the heat in your cheeks as you peel your eyes away from her.Â
âOkay, I can do it myself now, thank you,â you say, taking a big inhale. You hold it for a few seconds before exhaling again, white smoke leaving your lungs.Â
âThere you go,â Satoru says, flashing you his perfect white teeth. You frown and take another drag, for good measure, before Suguru takes the joint from you.Â
âWoah, there,â he says, raising a brow at you. âThis is your first time, right?â
âYeah,â you reply, already feeling lightheaded. âSo what?âÂ
âMight want to take it easy,â he says. You don't bother to reply, instead looking back at Shoko. Sheâs leaned back, resting on her elbows. She meets your gaze, tilting her head to the side. Taking you in. Examining you. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, but you donât break eye contact.
Then she nods at you. A tiny one, barely noticeable. You almost think you imagine it, if it isnât for the teasing look in her eyes.Â
An invitation.Â
You donât hesitate to take it, climbing over and promptly laying your head in her lap. Shoko laughs, but she lets you, adjusting herself so she can sit up and play with your hair. You hum, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around her. You feel light, pleasant.Â
âSomeoneâs feeling touchy,â Shoko says, smiling as she watches your brows knit together. She brings a finger down, running it over the crease formed between your eyebrows, forcing you to relax.Â
âYouâre my best friend, Sho.â Your voice is airy. âIâm allowed to feel touchy.â
Youâre twenty when you kiss Shoko for the second time before slipping inside the crowded bar again. Shoko waits a few minutes before she follows you back in. She can still feel your pillowy lips and taste the gloss you wear. She feels dizzy, almost, under the neon lights, but sheâs unsure if itâs the alcohol and nicotine or just you.Â
Her eyes land on the table where she saw Satoru and Suguru earlier. The white blob of hair is easy to spot; it always is. Even when youâre running your fingers through them.Â
Ah.Â
Even when you run your fingers through Satoruâs hair while you kiss him stupid. His hands are on your hips, pulling you in. She canât see your face, only your back. In a way, sheâs glad. It makes the whole ordeal much easier.Â
âThere you are.âÂ
Suguru moves towards her, smiling casually when she turns to look at him.Â
âI assume sheâs told you?â he muses, nodding his head towards the two of you. Suguruâs hands are in his pockets, and his hair is tied back. Shoko shrugs.Â
âYeah,â Shoko says. She looks at you again before turning back to Suguru. âHow long have you known?â she asks, and Suguru scratches his neck and hums.Â
âAbout a month,â he says. Shoko shifts from one foot to another and nods. A month. A month and you didnât tell her. She scoffs. Suguru raises a brow.Â
âAre you upset?â
âNo,â
âAlright,â thereâs a teasing edge to Suguruâs tone that tells her he doesnât quite believe her. Shokoâs brows narrow, and she feels her fingers itching for another cigarette.Â
She gives you a last glance before pulling Suguru out with her for another cigarette. If you wanna kiss boys in bars, then so be it.Â
Youâre twenty-six when Shoko opens her door in the middle of the night and finds you on her doorstep, completely drenched from the rain.Â
âIâm afraid thereâs something rotten inside of me,â you say, and if your eyes werenât brimming with tears, Shoko might have blamed your wet cheeks on the rain and tried to shrug it off, but it feels impossible with the way you stand there with red rims around your eyes. âIâm afraid that thereâs something wrong with me, and itâs only a matter of time before you all figure it out,â you repeat, almost gasping for air as if each word brings you physical pain to speak.Â
And Shoko steps aside, because what else can she do. How could she turn you away when youâre all sheâs ever wanted, all sheâs ever loved. Yet none of you make another move to do anything else as Shoko stands with the closed door behind her and you stand in the middle of her living room, your soaked clothes dripping in a puddle underneath you.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Shoko asks. Your lips are downturned and your brows are furrowed, and you look so miserable that it makes Shokoâs stomach churn.Â
âI donât love him.âÂ
A beat.Â
Shoko stares. Your eyes are trained on the puddle beneath you.Â
âYou were right. It doesnât feel right when Iâm with him. Heâs my best friend, butââ
âWhy are you here?â Shoko interrupts. She rubs the bridge of her nose, taking in a deep breath.Â
âSho-â you stumble across the room, but Shoko places a hand up and you stop in your tracks.Â
âStay there,â she says, and you frown.Â
âIâm sorry, okay. I shouldâve listened to you,â you say, knowing that it wonât help anything but saying it anyway.
Shoko always thought she would feel satisfaction in this moment. Some sense of superiority. To be able to say âI told you soâ with a smile dancing on her lips. That all of itâall of the rot and painâwould be worth it once you realised you were wrong. Instead, she just feels bitter.Â
âYeah. You should have.âÂ
She realises sheâs wasted so much time. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting. And for what? Shoko sighs.Â
âYou should leave.â
thank you for reading!
i'm satoru when i get high btw. very giggly, very happy, very in love with all of my friends.
tagging @madaqueue since you asked, my munchkin. <3
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Quick Evil Note
To all my wicked darlings, I have now received rather a lot of messages asking me about the influences of Long Live Evil. And I wish to get messages about LLE and truly appreciate the ones I do get! And I wish to answer them. But answers about influences are tricky.
The book has been out in the US for a little over two weeks, and itâs going so well so far, I couldnât be more delighted and appreciative about its reception.
But also Iâve been informed (not asked) that two of my characters are obviously somehow both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy of Harry Potter, and Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji of Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. (Very puzzling as I donât think these pairings - and one isnât a pair - have much in common with each other or with mine. Vague hostility against a vaguely academic backdrop for a bit? For the record⊠in the book everyone is an adult and I donât even have any academic backdrops to be vaguely hostile in front ofâŠ) This hasnât happened to me in a long time, because I havenât had an original novel out in a long time due to illness, and it is upsetting to always be discussed differently than writers who didnât openly link their real names to their fan identity.
I have very different feelings and new appreciation for fandom than I once had. Itâs been amazing to see and meet people who have stuck with me for decades. People are generally way more open and affectionate to and within fandom than they once were. Love matters to me a good deal more than hate. But getting death threats in your early 20s for excitedly telling your Internet friends you were going to publish a book does mark the psyche, and so does having your characters dismissed as other peopleâs characters.
And we can say there is nothing wrong with fanfiction or writing fanfiction and there isnât! Fanfiction is great and can be genius. Terry Pratchett wrote Jane Austen fanfiction, and didnât (and shouldnât) have people saying Captain Wentworth = Captain Vimes. Still, when a TV show is discussed as âlike fanfictionâ or when Diana Gabaldon said she didnât like fanfiction and many said âYOU write fanfictionâ it isnât intended in any kind spirit, even when itâs fannish folk saying it. And itâs just generally odd to have everyone call your apple a tomato, and has had professional consequences for me in the past.
However! All the asks Iâve received have been very kind, and I do want to answer them. I do want to talk about my influences because they are manifold and because I actually think itâs important to always talk about influences. I donât believe stories exist in isolation - we tell tales in a rich tradition, and also a story doesnât come alive to me all the way until itâs heard or read.
Long Live Evil is a love letter to fandom: itâs chock full of references to many many stories Iâve loved, to fairytales, myths and legend and Internet memes and epic fantasy and meta. My acknowledgements are endless partly for this reason. I do owe a great debt to many portal fantasies and archetypes and musicals and jokes about genre and plays through the ages, though I do think of my characters as themselves and nobody else.
I was frankly tempted to go âYes I stole EVERYTHING! Bwhahaha!â But while I am thoroughly enjoying and finding great freedom in my villain era, I do want to talk sincerely to you all as well, especially when asked sincerely interested questions.
But Iâm a little scared to do so and have people say âAHA! Now we know what itâs fanfiction ofâ (itâs happened before) or ignore me and go âwe know the truth!â (itâs happened before) and to feel like Iâve injured my book. Long Live Evil means more to me than any other and I really want to get talking about it right, and make sure it has the best reception I can give it.
So. Questions on all Evil topics very very welcome but answers to influence questions may come slowly. Bear with me. I am working on this!
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đȘ· PAC: your platonic soulmateâs personality
this is a collective reading ! take what resonates and leave what doesn't. i cannot guarantee 100% accuracy. take the pac reading lightly á±Ì ÌÖïœ°Ì )
à·âžâž pile one đ„
hello there pile one ! your platonic soulmate is someone who's giving a bad bitch energy and doesn't allow themselves to be taken for granted. whoever this person is i feel that they have a powerful energy within them , it's like if someone wants to bully you your platonic soulmate is more than ready to throw their hands at them lol.
i can see that their tongue is as sharp as a knife , a metaphor for how direct their words are and how others would think that your platonic soulmate is very harsh or domineering. they're outspoken and aren't afraid to voice out their opinions since they believe that their statement holds truth in it.
this person has a confident presence within themselves and i'm getting that they may be into manifestation. it's as if they can turn all their ideas into tangible plans because they have this inner willpower to create those opportunities and they have the right equipment to turn their desires into a reality. due to them having a wide variety of skills , people are jealous of them and would do the means to bring your platonic soulmate down.
this doesn't stop them though 'cause they're the kind of person who seems to thrive in a competitive environment. it allows them to exert more bold effort since your platonic soulmate wants to prove their enemies wrong.
à·âžâž pile two đȘ»
hi , pile two ! i'm getting a hint that your platonic soulmate may have gone through a terrible heartbreak in their life and how it brought them a baggage of emotional pain. this experience made them more cautious when letting someone enter their life. regardless of past wounds , they know how to deal with this lingering pain through means of healing. it also allows your platonic soulmate to be wiser and more empathetic.
i feel that they're someone who has a layered personality , similar to an onion. in addition , this person is presumably able to face any havoc that will come their way. they can be both compassionate and courageous simultaneously and how they are being perceived as a source of support for others due to their encouraging words.
they seem to be the kind of person who appreciates forming a mutual connection with others. i sensed that your platonic soulmate is currently in the process of learning to let go of the heaviness that they've been carrying in their back. whoever this person is , they seem to tend to take too many responsibilities that lead them to overcommit.
the good news here is that this person is releasing all this pressure that they're feeling because they're striving to create a balanced life where they are not overwhelmed. they garnered the strength to withstand the mist.
à·âžâž pile three đŠ
hello , pile three ! i can see that your platonic soulmate is someone who just goes with the flow. their personality reminded me of that one student in class who's labeled as the "joker" due to how unhinged or funny their jokes are lmao. they love to spread positivity to the people around them including the environment itself , making them the kind of friend who is fun to be around.
this person is not afraid to explore the unknown just so they can go on board for new experiences , not allowing fear to gain control over them. despite their carefree personality , your platonic soulmate knows how to be serious when it is needed , especially in situations that are not for the fainted heart. this person is aware of balancing their free-spirited nature and their mature side when it comes to confidential matters.
i feel that your platonic soulmate is someone who cares deeply about their loved ones , especially those who are considered dear to them. they have this gentle approach and seem to know how to comfort someone in troubled times. this person is an expert in trying to connect to someone on an emotional level.
i kept hearing the lyrics "you've got a friend in me" from the movie toy story and how it resonates with this reading about your platonic soulmate. you can always rely on them , pile three ! as i'm getting this ride or die , bonnie and clyde , best friends for life dynamic.
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Enough pt. 1
AN: Here's to our princess, the fighter and captain of an incredible, resilient, and unique team. You showed what you're capable of, and the next tournament will be yours. You shined all over these games and gave it all you have. What a comeback after the deduction.
Forever proud.
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The ringing of your phone pulls you out of your evening nap. As you read the caller ID, your lips turn upwards, and youâre quick to answer the call. âHey, hey.â The girl on the other end greets.
âBonjour,â you respond as she rolls her amber eyes, still a smile creeps on her cherry lips.
She shakes her head before she moves on. âHow are you?â
You let out a chuckle at the casual conversation the Canadian tries. âQuite good. Just finished recovery and you?â
âNervous, but all around okay. Canât wait for the game tomorrow; I feel like the team has potential.â She rubs the back of her neck, eyes avoiding you through the screen.
âThatâs great. Hopefully you can show off your talent, captain Fleming,â a smirk creeping on your lips as you wink at her.
âThe team will do just fine with or without me. Never mind, howâs Paris?â her eyes drifting back to the screen watching as you walk from your bedroom out to the balcony.
âSuperbe. I understand why it is called the city of love. Nice people, good food and all these athletes.â You lick your lips, locking your eyes with hers. âExcellente.â
âIf you continue like this...IâŠâ Jessieâs eyes are searching around her hotel room.
A giggle escapes your lips. âYouâŠWhat?â
She rubs her chin, âI donât know yet, but itâll be terrible.â
âNothings worse than how I miss you.â Your mouth fell open, and your eyes widen. A moment later your hands hide your face.
âAww, I miss you more. Canât wait to see you again.â The Canadian teases, one side of her mouth turning up.
âYeah, hopefully with medals,â you comment. âDancing in the setting sun.â
âAre you planning out our next date?â Now both corners of Jessieâs lips turn up.
âSo, youâre thinking of dates when we meet?â
Her brows darted up. âWhat else would it be?â
âTwo friends hanging out.â Jessie scoffs on the other end. âYouâre nice and we can talk about everything, like youâre my bestie.â The Canadian rolls her eyes, lips falling into a frown.
âOkay Iâm hanging up now. Youâre mean,â her voice getting quieter, as if she distances herself from the phone.
âWait⊠bebe.â
âOh, I like that sound.â
âNo-oh youâre not privileged.â
âWell seems like it. You already called me that, no takesies backsies, itâs my name from now on, no other.â
You sighed, you hated how your mouth had a mind on its own. âYouâre unbelievable.â
Wishing you could erase the smirk that lingers on Jessieâs lips you adorn the football player. âI thought I was bebe.â
Without another word you end the call just for Jessie to call you back after a few seconds. Her smile the first thing you see as you accepted, her eyes beaming as she observes you. âYou not quit on talking with me. I want updates.â
âOn what? My relationship status? Last time I checked I was still single.â Jessie stays silent. âYou know I donât mean it like that. Itâs just a joke. I enjoy getting to know you, slow and silently. Itâs comfortable and youâre kind and a warm-hearted person. The last weeks were incredible and pretty dope.â You feel the heat rising to your cheeks and cover your cheeks and mouth behind your hand, a smile from ear to ear sitting on your face.
Jessie gives you a heartwarming smile back, eyes glued on you through the screen. âI was counting the seconds until you say this word.â She chuckles afterwards, her reddish cheeks growing a deeper shape.
âWow thank you for the kind words, Fleming,â you roll your eyes, eyes avoiding the woman in front of you.
Another chuckle fills the room. âWhat? It was just a matter of time âtil you use it.â The line stays silent, only the breaths of you two audible. âThank you, you possibly donât know how much your words mean to me. I enjoy spending time with you too. Your outgoing persona and you view for the small things in life influence me. And I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Iâm really looking forward to watch your games and Iâll cheer on you!â
âAnd so do I! Sadly you arenât making it into the gym.â
âDonât be sad. I donât need to be seen for you to feel like Iâm there. Have a look in your bag.â
Your brows knitter as you scrunch your forehead. âWhat do you mean?â
âJust have a look, I promise.â You glance over to your luggage finding it still untouched after your arrival. In a second you moved over and find a carbon box covered with a ribbon on top in between your clothes.
âHow did youâŠâ
âMagic.â She waves her hands in front of her camera and you giggle at the sight of her silly side.
âJessie, tell me,â you drag out the "e" as you push her to reveal her magic.
She shruggs her shoulders. âTheres nothing to tell.â
âFor sure. How did this box end up in my bag in Paris when youâre in Saint Etienne?â
âLike I said. Magic. Open it.â
âI⊠I have no words, why? Iâve got nothing for you.â
âYou donât have to. Having you in my life is the best present someone can get.â
âStop it.â Your smile falls into a frown and your eyes getting glassy as curtain of tears settles in.
Jessieâs bottom lip quivers and her brows rise. âPlease donât cry when I canât reassure you. Open it, now,â she changes the topic. Her voice a higher-pitch and bubbly as she shuffles inpatiently in her spot.
âAlright, alright chef.â
You pull one string of the band, and it falls to the sides of the box. When you lift the lid, youâre meet with a moose plushie and upon further glancing a silver necklace catches your eyes. You take the item out and observe it in detail. The maple leaf chain is highlighted with rhinestones. âJessie this isâŠâ
The Canadian interrupts you. âI know its too much and if you donât like it, I can take it back and we forget about it. Itâs too soon, right? I knew it. I shouldnât have done itâŠâ her voice just above a whisper and itâs trembling as she rattles at a rapid pace.
âNo, Jess stop. Itâs perfect. I really like it. It somehow holds a connection to you and itâs great. Keep an eye on our team pictures,â you wink at her.
âIâll do.â A knock echoes through the phone as Jessieâs eyes stop on the person who entered.
âItâs dinner time,â Janineâs voice fill the air. âWho are you on the phone with?â her eyebrows wiggle as she lowers herself to glance at Jessieâs screen.
âNo one,â Jessieâs hand covers the phone as she spins in her position, now on her back and her phone pressed onto her body. âThatâs my clue to go. Weâll talk later.â She rushes and catches you one last time on the screen. You give her a shy smile and nod in agreement.
Little did the Canadian know; you had a surprise yourself for the young woman.
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Buck x Marge meet Gale HCs
What if it was Bucky and Marge who were together, and they both meet Buck?
Bucky and Marge have been together for maybe 6-9 months when he signs up to the Air Force. They're pretty smitten with each other, but also drive each other all kinds of crazy. Know all the buttons to push when they want to be annoying or get a rise out of the other.
They both like things a little lively, so hey.
Bucky enlists and all his letters to Marge are full of "my buddy Buck". She learns he has eyes like the morning sky, hair like the golden fields back home, a voice people jump to obey, lips like a dame, and a jawline that could cut glass.
"Hey!" he writes one day. "He's a lot like you! That's why we get on so well!"
And Bucky might be obtuse but Marge knows that isn't how most fellas talk about their buddles. But it amuses her more than anything else: her man's got himself a crush. She makes Bucky promise to introduce them sometime.
Almost immediately upon meeting John, Gale is regaled about his "little spitfire" at home, Marge. Mostly through John telling Gale how Marge and him are a lot alike, and he isn't quite sure how that makes him feel.
Especially when Bucky is so handsy and flirty and Gale definitely doesn't hate it. He leans into it, relishes it, anticipates it. Until Bucky mentions Marge again and something in Gale deflates and he pulls back.
There's a dance on, and Marge makes the trip and Bucky's so excited for them to meet. But Gale dreads it. Bucky already pushes it when he dances with girls at the bar, never taking it too far, and it makes Gale feel like crawling into a hole. He can't imagine what it'll be like when Bucky has his actual girl to fondle.
Then it's 100 times worse when he meets Marge because she's drop dead gorgeous and sweet and keeps John in line effortlessly, and Gale sits there, sipping his ginger beer, losing his goddamn mind about the fact he's jealous of both his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend.
Meanwhile Bucky and Marge are on the dance floor and Marge whispers in Bucky's ear that she knows about his crush and ho boy does she get it. And she wouldn't be adverse to getting to know Gale a little better.
And Bucky kind of just wants to drop to his knees in front of this woman because how perfect could she get?? But she's got that glint in her eye, and Bucky's never backed down from it yet.
"You like him?" He asks and Marge just bites her lip the way she knows gets him a little crazy. The way Buck bites his lips too.
"Then how about a little competition?"
That sparks the tinder in Margeâs eye. "What did you have in mind?"
"Whoever gets Buck to break first, gets first fuck? But no solo time! No way I'm missing out on that spectacle if you win."
"Oh, John," she says, glacing back over to Gale who's very busy looking like he's not watching them. "When I win."
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More moonwater friendship headcanons please!
oh my lovies, ty for the ask!
i think i've read this before but i absolutely love the idea of remus finding regulus in the astronomy tower while he isolated himself post prank. regulus is resentful of his brother because he left and remus is so shaken about his best friend breaking his trust, they find each other when most vulnerable âand about the same personâ both want to hate the one person who they know will always have their love.
their personalities also complement each other really well, they bond over books, poetry, sarcastic humor. remus is the quiet to regulus' racing thoughts and regulus makes remus remembers he can always aim for more.
remus brings regulus chocolate because he knows reg can't have sweets in his house and reg steals his father's cigarettes for remus, even if he hates the smell.
they both secretly love muggle romance novels, they're always reading one together, though most of the time they're cursing the characters in it.
regulus massages remus' back before and after the moons to ease the tension or relieve pain (he learned for sirius, after incidents at home)
remus kind of envies reg's freckles and regulus secretly thinks remus' scars are badass.
they play that writer's game with each other where you make up a whole storyline for random people you see passing by from your window.
regulus knows that when the moon is close remus will make himself insufferable, but he's used to it so he just sits silent by his side and reads, waiting for remus to do the same because he knows he craves the company.
they exchange various bookmarks they find around the castle.
remus knows when regulus is slowly spiraling, lost inside his head. he nudges reg's foot twice with his own and that makes the younger come back just enough for a nod of reassurance.
oh how i love my moonwater, hope they're having a great day!
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It's been pretty interesting to follow the
"Why Didn't Viren Get Redeemed vs Viren Got What Was Coming To Him"
discussion after The Dragon Prince's 6th season got released.
Hot Take
I think Viren got redeemed.
Because to me Viren humbling himself and acknowledging the hurt he has caused was redeeming. His conversation with Soren was the main event. His rather heroic death was only the cherry on top of the character development cake that has been baking since s4.
I think Viren dying wasn't as significant as what he did before that and how he tried to provide Soren with some kind of comfort and closure, you know, as a parent should, before going. Viren's redemption wasn't just him dying for Katolis but acknowledging his wrongdoings and trying to salvage what he could.
That was pretty redeeming for me at least. Viren did the right thing even when he knew there wouldn't be any reward for it. Even if he couldn't stop Aaravos from destroying Katolis or manipulating Claudia even after his death. Like, man, I kinda feel for the guy.
I think it has always pretty easy to feel sympathy for Viren. Viren wants to matter and wants to be important. However, his grandiosity, as psychologists would call it, keeps him from creating genuine connections with others. His friends, wife and children are only there to prop up his ego or get rejected if they fail to live up to his expectations. It's also pretty damn tragic that Viren opens up about his deep insecurities to Aaravos of all people. Someone who was the most likely person in the world to exploit these insecurities for his own gain.
Viren had to taste his own medicide but I don't think TDP says that's an objectively good thing per se or that we should enjoy this sort of revenge fantasy uncritically. Viren is still portrayed rather sympathetically and of course there is the part about his actions affecting others and the world in unpredictable ways. It's still a tragedy because Viren's actions and personal problems have caused so much collateral damage. The Why behind Aaravos exploiting Viren and Claudia is part of that tragedy, too. There are no winners here. In a way Viren is a victim of his own narcissistic tendencies, too.
This isn't just about the final episodes of Viren's arc. To me it's essential to ask What was Viren's biggest sin he should be redeemed or punished for? Depending on your answer you may have a relatively different reading of s6 story development compared to mine.
To me it's not a specific action he took but his whole worldview. Viren is a fictional character (duh!) so his story isn't exactly literal but metaphorical, a representation of certain values and morals real people and society holds. In s3 TDP draws a pretty straightforward, though brief, comparison between Viren and reactionary right-wing ideologues. It's not exactly subtle.
It's just one way TDP goes to show how toxic and abusive Viren's core values are. that gets reflected both in Viren's personal life aka how he treated Lissa, Soren and even Harrow and Claudia (last two more indirectly). Since he also had a ton of political power as a high mage and briefly as a king we see what he did with that power. It's a pretty clear take on people who dehumanise others, fetishise power and see all living things as something to exploit. TDP explores that both philosophically and psychologically through Viren. Dark magic encapsulates this philosophy well since using magical creatures like tools or objects is essential for it to work.
Also also- I don't really get why people see redemption or atonement as something black and white. It's not bad or anything but Redeeming Yourself For Your Sins is a very Christian concept and Christianity isn't the only way to understand villain story arcs. Like I wish there could be more discussion about WHY redemption is the main analytical framework we impose on villains when villainous characters have a ton of variety anyway.
I don't really have anything to complain about Viren's death itself and I'm not surprised that he ended up dying (for real this time). Aaravos seemed like someone who'd turn against Viren the moment he stopped being useful to him so Viren's life has been hanging by a thread since s4. Viren was the best part of TDP and every scene he's been in had been a delight, well expect the s5 dream sequence because it was too long-winded and obvious, anyway, I'm sorry to see him go and I look forward writing AU fix-it fics where he and Aaravos are married and run a hot brown morning potion shop with all their four totally not dead children. RIP Viren. You lived like a messy bitch and died like a messy bitch. Iconic.
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