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ahgasegotarmy116 · 11 months ago

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Vante | Kim Taehyung

Summary: You favorite faceless artist Vante has an exhibit tonight and one of his close friends takes a special interest in you. Pairing: Artist Taehyung x Art Collector reader Word count: 2.3k a/n: This was supposed to be out for Tae's birthday and I failed miserably. But it's gonna be a two parter to make up for it so keep an eye out for that! (I also have a Jin fic but again I've failed miserably on getting it out on time) I wanted to post the first part to see how it's received and I'll decide when I'll put out a part two later. p.s barely edited because I just wanted to put it out asap lol

"You know that one artist you like is having a gallery show right?" my friend asks me. "Who? Vante?" I asks, my interest now peaked. "Who else would it be? You don't really mention any other artist to me by name. You just say 'Look at this new piece I bought' or whatever, but when it come's to him it's always 'I just found a new piece by Vante and I need to get my hands on it!' or something to that extent" she finishes, taking a sip of her mimosa.

"Didn't you already have enough to drink last night?" I ask, reminding her about how plastered she got at the benefit ball as she downs the rest of her fifth glass this morning. "Yes, but today is a new day love. What did you expect when you invited me out to brunch?" she teases, waving down one of the waiters to bring her another one.

I roll my eyes at her and continue on with my meal. "Anyways, about the gallery show, do you know where it is? I know his events tend to be exclusive so I haven't been able to get an invite before. Is it somewhere in the city?" I ask taking a sip of my drink. "Well what if I told you I already got you an invite?" she says, smiling over the rim of her glass.

"What do you mean you already got me an invite?" I ask in astonishment. "Are you the one who's drunk or am I? Yes I got you an invite!" she laughs at my growing excitement. "I love you so much girl thank you!" I say coming around the table and hugging her semi aggressively. "Okay okay now get off of me and order another drink for yourself if you really love me. You know I hate drinking alone" she says and waves the waiter over for me before I can protest.

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"So where's the show being held?" ask while we're waiting for the driver to pull the car around and instead of saying anything she hands me a luxe envelope with a wax seal and my name written across it in the most intricate font. "All the information you'll need is in there" she says and makes her way into the car leaving me mesmerized with it for a moment before she's calling after me to get in.

"I still don't understand why you're so obsessed with him though, is it the whole faceless thing?" she asks once the car makes it way onto the street. "In part yes, that's definitely got me intrigued but his art alone speaks for itself. There's just so much life in it and-" "Yeah yeah I've heard you fan girl about him enough. I don't even know why I asked" she says resting her head against the window. "The alcohol is catching up to you isn't it?" I say amused by her cheeky response. "Shhh why are you talking so loud?" she whines making me chuckle and lean back in my seat, enjoying the now peaceful drive back to my home.

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Closing my front door behind me I walk over to my living room mindlessly and sit down on the couch all while inspecting the envelop before reaching for my letter opener as to not break the seal. Once opened I'm met with a soft beige letter again with my name written in the same font. I open it and read all of the information about it and I panic for a moment seeing that the show is tonight. "Of course she would wait until last minute to give me this" I say out loud to myself with a smile on my face, taking a deep breath and making my way over to my closet.

Once I've found an outfit that fits the theme of pale neutral colors I start getting ready to head out. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror I give myself a bit of a pep talk before leaving. "You've been to hundreds of shows like these before. There's no need to be nervous" I say, taking a deep breath and walking out before changing my mind.

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The atmosphere is calm and quite compared to the loud colors and designs splattered on some of his paintings. The abstract faces and bodies of the people he paints a stark contrast to the people who are wandering around the gallery also donning the color pallet specified on the invite. I guess this is another way to ensure that the paintings themselves are the ones that are grabbing peoples attention rather than the attire of the various attendees.

Taking a deep breath I wander around acting as casually as I can, trying to maintain my composure and keep my excitement at bay. Seeing all of his paintings up close is a new experience that I wasn't expecting. Seeing his art online verses being surrounded by it in person feels almost like a full circle moment. He's been an artist that I've been following closely for years now so it just feel right being here.

"Has this one caught your eye?" I hear a mans voice say from behind me, leaving me placing my hand over my heart in surprise. "My apologies, I didn't mean to frighten you" the deep baritone voice says now accompanied with owner by my side. "Oh no that's alright, I guess I just lost myself for a moment there" I say and take a glance at the man next to me.

He looks as though he's my age or a few years older with strong masculine features but still having a few soft ones to make him even most interesting to look at leaving me at a loss for words. Not so much as being nervous but more as seeing him as being somewhat of a living piece of art that somehow found it's way over to my little part of the world.

"You still haven't answered my question" he says playfully, turning to face me now. "I'm sorry?" I reply, embarrassed from being caught staring at him for too long. "The painting?" he questions nodding towards the piece in front of us. "Oh! Yes it's gorgeous! It's one that I haven't seen before and it just kind of pulled me in as soon as I laid eye on it" I say turning my attention back towards it.

"I love how he's steered clear of using a traditional canvas and has used glass instead. His usual pieces are usually full of color and chaos but I love how this one is almost stripped down but still has so much life and movement in it. It's almost as if you can see him painting it on the other side" I say tilting my head a bit and taking in the details a bit more.

"You see these little bumps right here and how they're almost a bit more textured than the rest, there are a few of those spots throughout it as well" he says leaning in a bit closer to point out a corner of it so I can see it more clearly. "Would you like to know the story behind this painting?" he asks and I eagerly nod, waiting with bated breath.

"So, he had been feeling a bit restless while he had been cleaning up his studio a bit and he had been washing his brushes and so he didn't really have much of anything to paint with and he had finally figured out what he wanted to paint of this sheet of glass in front of us today. So instead of waiting patiently for his proper tools to be back into commission he took a stale baguette from his kitchen, ripped it in half and used that as his brush instead" he chuckles and I can't help but laugh right along with him, taking note of his adorable laugh and boxy smile.

"That certainly sounds like something he might do but if you don't mind me asking, how did you find that out?" I ask, interested as to what this man's relation might be to Vante.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Taehyung, I work closely with Vante and help out in any way that I can to make these shows run smoothly. I'm also full of fun facts about all of the pieces in here so please don't hesitate to ask me anything" he says while motioning around to the rest of the gallery.

"Oh, I'm y/n, it's very nice to meet you!" I say and take his outstretched in greeting and he surprises me by kissing the back of my hand. "Likewise" he says with his breath still fanning against my skin. It sends a slight shiver up my spine at that, paired with the dark brown eyes of his that I find myself entranced with.

"Are you an art collector yourself?" he asks, walking with me to see all the rest of the pieces in the various exhibits. "I'm more of a beginner when it comes to collecting art and curating a collection but I do know that I always try to get my hands on any Vante piece I come across. I've been following his career for almost 6 years and I can't help but fall in love everything he creates" I gush while taking a closer look at another piece.

"You really are a true fan of his" he replies, gazing at me with admiration while my attention is pulled to a sculpture close by. "I mean I guess you could say that" I reply, getting shy at how excited I've been. It's as though I've reverted to having a childlike wonder when brought to a candy store for the first time.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, I like seeing how passionate you are about art. It reminds me of how Vante used to be when he first started out" he says and walks over to another piece with almost a melancholy smile. "Used to be?" I question trailing after him.

"He's been going through a bit of a slump lately and thought a show like this would bring him some sort of inspiration and motivation to continue and hopefully appreciate how far he's come" he says, glancing over at me. "Do you think it has? Is he here right now?" I ask, taking a glance around the room.

"Yes he's here and trust me, this show has done wonders for his creativity" he says smiling down at me before taking a glance around the room. I try to follow his line of sight to see if they land on anyone in particular but unfortunately he seems to catch me in the act. "You're quite the curious one now aren't you?" he chuckles, turning his attention back to me.

"Why do you say that?" I ask, feigning innocence. "You're trying to find Vante aren't you?" he says with a knowing smile. "Can you blame me? This mystery behind who he is and even his age are driving me crazy" I laugh and he laughs right along with me.

"Why don't you take a wild guess as to who he might be" he says and watches me as I take a gander around the gallery. "Mmmm, how about him" I ask, pointing at a man in his late 40s with a stocky build that is clearly wearing a toupee. "Very funny" he laughs and shakes his head.

"What? I'm taking a shot in the dark here" I say trying to stop myself from laughing again. "Well how about him?" I ask pointing to a younger man that seems to be in his early 20s dressed in a more casual but clean outfit, just barely matching the dress code. "That's a good guess but no that's not him. If you ask me it looks as though he's been dragged here by his mother" he points out a middle aged woman dragging him along so he won't wander off.

"Good point" I chuckle looking over at him as he continues to scan the gallery right along with me, never staying on one person for more than a few moments. "You probably wouldn't even tell me if I did guess right huh?" I say, seeing a devious smile flash across his face. "Nope" he says and walks over to another piece.

"Why even suggest the guessing game if you wouldn't tell me the answer?" I ask and start checking out what he's brought us over to. "Because I liked watching you guess" he says glancing over at me and I frown at him playfully. "Hey in exchange for not telling you who Vante is, why don't I show you the pieces that didn't make it into the show?" he suggests and starts walking towards a door thats labeled 'Employees Only'.

"Really? Are you sure this isn't against the rules or something?" I asks looking around to see if anyone is watching us, which thankfully no one is. "Of course it is. But don't worry, I'm famous for talking myself out of trouble, or into trouble depending on the situation" he says with a wink while holding the door open for me.

I take one last look around and see that again no one is paying us any mind. "After you my lady" he says and motions for me to walk in...

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x-reader-theater · 1 year ago

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Breaking and Entering {2}

summary: Ghost comes back and you didn't know if he would.

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 1319

warnings: Passive mentions to suicidal ideation but nothing explicit is said.

a/n: there will probably be one more of these more boring chapters before some more exciting stuff happens. my requests are open and you can find my request rules here.

Breaking and Entering Series: {Chapter 1}, {Chapter 2}, (You can also use the tag #breaking and entering series as well if you don't want to use links)

You’re sitting in your kitchen again. You haven’t done this in a long while. Most nights you’re so tired you crawl into bed with your work clothes still on and fall asleep. But you didn’t have work today, the one thing that gets you to leave your flat. So you’ve been sitting in your kitchen, doing some catch up work that you have been putting off, when you hear a knock on the window you just had fixed.

Your head snaps toward the sound, and you stand up from the table. You quietly make your way to the window and bend down to open it. A skull pops into view and you yelp, stumbling back, but you start laughing when you realise who it is. Your heart constricts in your chest as you open the window, giggling.

“Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaim, still laughing as you sit on the ground, scooting back away from the large military man with a skull mask, not out of fear, but just because he takes up so much space.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Ghost says gruffly.

You take a few deep breaths, wiping underneath your eyes. A beat passes before you mutter, “I didn’t know if you were coming back.”

“I said I would,” Ghost says, kneeling down and offering you a hand with black fingerless gloves on.

You take it and he hauls you off the floor with a strength that is clearly covered by all the gear he’s wearing. You hold on to Ghost’s hand, feeling the roughness of his fingers and skin, almost as rough as the gloves he’s wearing. When you look back up at Ghost, you see he’s staring at you with a curious look.

You snatch your hand away and chuckle nervously, scratching the back of your head. “Ah, well, you did break into my apartment. How was I supposed to know you’d actually keep your word…” you trail off, looking away from Ghost and biting your lip. “It’s been a few weeks… I could feel myself almost hitting rock bottom again…”

“But you didn’t,” Ghost says, gentler than you’ve ever heard him speak before, and your eyes snap up and meet his.

“No. I didn’t.” You pause, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I think I was looking forward to seeing you again. I think I would have waited forever.”

“At least you would have waited,” Ghost replies instantly.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest. It’s so loud against your sternum you’re afraid you’re going to crack a rib. You swear that as you look into them, Ghost’s eyes are a swirling brown and gold.

This time it’s Ghost who looks away first with a clearing of his throat. “Have you eaten?” Ghost walks over to your kitchen table.

“Uh, no, not yet,” you say, following after him slowly.

He places a brown paper bag you never noticed before on the table before sitting in one of the only two chairs. He starts unpacking the bag and you realise it’s Indian from the place down the road.

“How did you scale my building with a take away bag in your hand?” you ask, walking toward the kitchen table.

“Classified,” is all he says and you chuckle, sitting down across from him. You think you see his eyes crinkle and can only assume he’s smiling under the balaclava.

“You’re such a prick,” you say, grabbing the naan and digging into the food. You didn’t know you were hungry until you smelled the food.

“Yeah yeah,” Ghost says. You have to assume there’s someone else in his life who calls him a prick as well. He sits down across from you and lifts the bottom of his balaclava. You stare for a moment, seeing the scarring around his lips and the one through them, bisecting them and leaving his mouth in a permanent snear. Ghost’s eyes snap to yours and you look back down at the food in front of you, feeling your face flush. Not in shame, but in embarrassment, and attraction. “Fuck, this is good.”

You look up again to see him devouring his own food, and you smile. “Yeah, I think this is the best Indian you can get around here.”

“Not just around here, try the whole country!” Ghost exclaims, and you chuckle. He’s in a good mood tonight.

“What did you get?” you ask through a mouthful of food.

“Chicken Tikka,” he says around an equally full mouthful of food.

You roll your eyes and scoff. “You are so British,” you say with a chuckle.

“And you’re not?” Ghost asks, his eyes boring into yours.

You shrug, not giving an answer one way or another. Ghost continues to stare at you, and you shift in your seat, looking away from his eyes as you mutter, “It’s classified.”

When you look back, Ghost seems to have accepted this with a nod, and has gone back to eating his food. You let out a breath at the tension and eat as well, though slower this time than before.

The two of you eat in silence, the only sounds being the two of you chewing and any sounds that filter in from the city outside. When you finish eating, you lean back in your chair and ask, “Why are you here? Are you on like, a mission or something? And don’t say classified, I don’t even have anyone to tell.”

Ghost chuckles. “No, I’m not on a mission. I… had some leave saved up and my CO made me take it,” he explains. “I thought I could stop by.”

“Why the getup? Why come through my window?” you ask.

Ghost answers both questions. “I thought you wouldn’t recognise me.”

You look at him, leaned back in your chair, eyes hooded from satisfaction from a good meal and maybe even something a little like lust, and you reply, “I don’t think I could ever not recognise you.”

You keep your eye contact with Ghost, his eyes staring into and through you. You think he can see every emotion you’ve ever felt for him, and you can almost believe it’s the same the other way. There’s so much information filtering into your mind that you can’t parse through it with any sort of clarity.

The sound of a police siren blaring outside shocks you from your staring, and you blink. When you open your eyes, Ghost is standing, starting to clean up the mess on the table.

“You have to go?” you ask, trying not to let the disappointment in your voice show through.

Ghost nods. “I’m not even technically supposed to be here. I have to check in with my CO when I’m where I’m where meant to be for leave in a couple hours…”

You nod. “Will you come again?”

Ghost pauses, before looking up at you and saying, “I try my hardest.”

Something in you lifts from your shoulders and you nod. “Yeah. I-I’d like that.”

Ghost nods once, cleaning up the table to the best of his ability, before walking back over to the window.

You follow, bending down to open it again when you ask, “Why don’t you just take the front door?”

“I can’t be seen in this on security cameras,” Ghost explains, and you nod in understanding. “But, next time, I’ll knock on the front door.”

You smile at him and pull the window open, allowing Ghost to slip out. You watch as he jumps from your window to the fire escape across the street, grabbing on and lifting himself up. It surprises you how nimble he is as he deftly and quietly hauls himself up and onto the opposite building, disappearing on the building’s roof.

You close the window and watch out the window for a few more minutes before walking away, wondering when the next time you’ll see him is.

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naoknowswhat · 11 months ago

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I made a Clover sketch tonight, look at him I love him (and i also really like how it turned out wth)

and IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS ITTY BITTY TINY MAN. i would NOT hesitate to die for him in a situation where such methods are needed.

Now before you continue I warn you the following is basically me rambling about how much I fucking love undertale yellow heheheh (Also a lot of spoilers ahead).

I have spent the whole day playing this stupid (fantastic, amazing, marvelous) game, I kid you not that I went from the end of the ruins to the fucking steamworks, which said out loud doesn't sound like a lot of time but uhhh for me it was if you consider that I've investigated EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THE MAP.

I'm not complaining, oh ho ho (merry Xmas) I'm not complaining because its been the most fun I've had playing a game in a WHILE, its made my life better and now im gonna spend the rest of the year (and probably more) obsessed over all the characters and their stories (mostly Clover and Martlet ngl).

But I gotta admit that even if I find the Ut yellow's characters a lot different than the ones from the original game, I can't help but love them the same. Look, I'm no expert on character design but I smile every time I see Martlet comment something or simply being on screen, I start laughing whenever I see a hint of Mo on any frame, heck you mention any of the characters and I immediately start smiling like an idiot, and the whole scene with North Star? The Feisty Five?? CEROBA?? I died, the moment I stepped on the town I fucking died.

I remember being really, REALLY into undertale when I was like 10-11 years old, and suddenly opening yt one day and watching my favourite YouTuber play the demo of this fan game, and i remember thinking "oh wow that game looks really cool!" Simply because of the concept of watching how it was like for any of the other souls to go through the underground, instead of Frisk. AND NOW, YEARS LATER I GET TO PLAY IT BY MYSELF, you don't know how special this game is for me.

For me it isn't only a fan game, or the story of another fallen human, for me it's getting an opportunity to enjoy the main thing that inspired me back the from zero, getting to learn about new characters, about new stories, and new perspectives. For me it's also getting an opportunity to meet them all, to be their "friend" and to live an adventure all by myself because back then i could only sit and watch everyone else do all the things i wanted to do, because back then i could only look at them all having fun, laughing with the good things and crying with the bad memories while separated through a screen.

Today I got to meet them all and to laugh with the unexpected dialogue, while learning that even in a fictional story not everything is painted in bright pink, I saw them get into trouble and also helped them overcome it, and it was amazing.

I also got to die and die and die again and again because I realised at the beginning of the game that I'm really bad at it (i cant blame the controller, I know it :( ), but it also made me promise myself that i would keep going no matter what, because i really wanted to see what's next. Heck you could say I kept going because of my determination ;).

I haven't finished the game yet, but I already know I'm gonna replay it over and over, I wanna catch every detail, investigate and discover every mystery, and i wanna make so many theories already, I CAN'T WAIT TO LOVE THIS GAME.

So for now have a not-so-quick sketch of Clover, the bearer of the yellow soul, the one who has quickly made way into my heart, and it seems the little shit is now living there rent free.

If you've read all the way to the end wth is wrong with you, and also thanks a lot for the attention, I was really excited to talk about this game to someone but didn't know how to do it, so I figured tumblr was the place pla to write for an hour, so the short-drawing post is now my review of the game hehehehe.

Anyway thanks for reading to the very end, I hope you have an amazing rest of the year, and most importantly a great begining of the new one <3.

#undertale #ut yellow #amazing game 10000000/10 #ut Clover #im so excited to finish the game #but im gonna take my time to do it hehehe #my art shit

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cowboylikedean · 3 months ago

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one year ago, i went to hang out with my best friend i hadn't seen in 5 years after he ripped my heart out and stomped on it. prior to sledge leaving, this was the most painful breakup i'd ever had. i was so nervous and unsure. i knew i missed him and had never let myself heal from the loss of him because i didn't want to. i knew i'd never found someone who lifted my heart like he had. i knew it could be weird and awkward, but i knew i had dreamed of this day for 5 years.

so i got in the car.

i left my house early because i was too anxious sitting around. i went to my dad's, which was on the way. i was hanging out there for a few minutes and almost cancelled. i was nervous and thought for a second "i don't want to do this, what if it's so weird." i shoved those thoughts down by telling myself "i dreamed out this, i deserve to at least try, to see this out. if it's weird, i'll know. and if it's not, then i mean... maybe i'll get my life back!" i left dad's slightly late because i was dragging my heels in this internal debate.

i put on electric touch on repeat on my way to him. "this could either break my heart or bring it back to life" is the best way i could ever describe that feeling. i remember driving and feeling so unsure but getting more excited with every chorus. it could bring me back to life!!!

i pulled up and saw him sitting outside the starbucks he works at, and all of the sudden, nothing was wrong. there was no fear this wasn't going to work... all there was was joy. that was my best friend and i had pulled up to starbucks to pick him up from work SO many times!! this was just... normal. this was what my life was supposed to be!! i knew it was going to be okay, i didn't have a tiny drop of doubt. we've spoken about this and he told me he felt the same way when he saw my car. he was nervous and anxious, but then he saw my car pull up and it was just like old times. there was no anxiety, it all dropped instantly. we were still us. before we even said hello.

i got out of the car and came up to him. we hugged, and again, it was like we were just us. we went to dinner at the olive garden nearby. i dropped food on my shirt and he laughed. i kept staring at his smile, just completely absorbed by how much i missed it. i had ordered a diet coke with no ice (like i usually do). the straw was floating (as straws do) and i hit it while speaking with my hands (as i do) and the straw went flying. he laughed and said "oh zoe" in such a familiar tone. i said "i'm still me" and he said "i love it." i don't remember if i responded "i love you" out loud or not, but i remember that's what i was thinking.

we left dinner and went to a nearby park to talk and catch up. we lost track of time. my phone died somewhere in there, and i didn't care. i had the love of my life in front of me. nothing else mattered. while we were talking, he referenced a secret i had forgotten i'd told him. to my memory, there was one (1) person i'd told: sledge. but he knew. i realized how much i trusted him before he left. he told me some stuff that had happened that he felt ashamed of. i told him that shame wasn't necessary. there is nothing, absolutely nothing, anyone can do and not grow from. shame is the enemy of growth, so there's no reason for it to be here. he told me i'm going to be an amazing therapist when i finish school.

we left the park when a police officer came and told us the park closed at sun down. it was well past sundown. i wanna say it was near midnight. we realized then what time it was... we both had to work in the morning so i remember us both being like "tomorrow's gonna suck!! but it was so worth it" and you know what? it was!!!

i got home and i told him that the day was so beautiful and i'd realized i couldn't keep it casual, i couldn't play it slow. i was either gonna be all in in trusting him or i wasn't going to be able to do this at all. i told him to please not do this if he's not being true. that i was in this. he told me he was in this too. i told him he was one of the greatest loves of my life and he said he adored me. that there was a missing piece that was back.

a year ago today, i took a chance on a man who had destroyed me and now his cats live in my house and the left side of my bed is no longer mine. he's left things at my house and held my hand at my mother's funeral. a year ago we had no idea what we were getting into..... but he's the love of my life.

#sweetheart #personal #true happenings

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namjoonscoffeeshop · 9 months ago

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Dear Namjoon | 04

Dear Namjoon | KNJ

✧ Pairing: Kim namjoon x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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During dinner dad once again didn't talk much, we ain't in silence only have jimin say a few things once in a time. when dinner came to an end dad asked jimin if he'd wanna go with with my dad to a small business trip tonight. jimin was hesitate at first about leaving me alone but assured them I could stay by myself.

after we finished talking i went to shower, getting ready for bed. jimin strictly told me I couldn't sleep in his room because i pushed him out the bed and locked the door to stop me from coming in. shit i would've complained about it but i was too tired.

when I finally got comfortable in bed my phone rings really fucking loud and i jump out the bed to grab it. it was none other than namjoon.

i was screaming in silence before answering.

"hey" his raspy voice me blush

"heyy"

"what are you up to?"

"nothing really...just in bed"

"oh, this early?" he chuckles. i look over to the clock on my night stand and see its 8:30.

"yeah..i'm not really a morning person, sleeping enough gets me out of bed" you both laugh

"how are you getting used to living here"

"oh it's been good, i like the fact i can see jimin all the time" you smile

"getting used to have a dad too?" his words catch you off guard, it's the second time one of jimin's friends asks you that

"yeah..especially that. i don't really know how to talk to him" you laugh awkwardly

"you'll get used to it at some point, and shit you don't wanna get to know him then don't. it's up to you anyways"

"it's funny your the second person who asked me that ever since i got here"

"really? who's the first"

" what was his name again...yoongi?"

he hums at your response "jimin told us everything"

"yeah i figured.."

we talked for a while, the whole time we were on the phone my my smile was ear to ear. i paced around my room or laid on the bed. but we talked for a good hour.

"alright i should let you sleep, or you'll be grumpy tomorrow" he laughs

"yeah yeah what ever, goodnight namjoon"

"goodnight y/n"

I slept smiling that night.

I was never excited to go to school, until today. I wanted to see namjoon so bad, I was kinda mad that jimin told him I was off limits. but the face that he called me last night means he didn't care right?

I once again went with jimin to school on his bike, and I was getting used to it. He told me that every one of his friends have a bike and they take it to school.

as we arrived to school, we walked in and he told me to go with him to their 'spot' aka the rooftop

apparently the school put safely rails up there and students are allowed to go there. not many do but it's become their spot ever since they first hanged out here.

arriving to the roof top I see them all sitting and joking around with each other, there were some desks there and namjoon was sitting one of them, manspreading.

I always found it annoying when guys would do that but not namjoon. it was hot.

we walked up to them and they all greeted me, namjoon did as well but he wasn't as flirty as yesterday. actually he wouldn't even look at me, he ignored most of my glances. he didn't even look at me.

i sat at another empty desk and just fiddled with my fingers, waiting for time to pass by.

did i do something ?

we heard the loud bells, and got up to head to class. jimin throws his arm around my shoulder as we walk to the door, i glance over my shoulder to see namjoon. I catch him staring at me, with a raised eyebrow, and let me tell you his brow raise holds so much power.

during the day if we bumped into each other as we changed classes he ignored me entirely, now I was just getting irritated.

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it was time for lunch, and we headed to the roof top again. but namjoon wasn't there. we ate our lunch and he still hadn't showed up. So i casually asked hoseok where he was and he said he's usually in the courtyard reading a book or something.

so i excused myself to go to the 'restroom' but i told jimin i might just go look around the school after, and he insisted on tagging along but i told him no.

and just like hoseok said, i found namjoon in the court yard alone reading a book. so i walked up to him, clearing my throat to make him aware of my presence. He looks up and my heart skipped a beat. he was wearing glasses and I never knew how someone cold look so hot wearing glasses.

"hey" he says casually, taking off his glasses he puts them in his case as he lays it on the book he was just reading.

"why have you been ignoring me?" i cross my arms

he chuckles and looks at me intensely

"jimin said you were off limits and look what happened at the club was hot, shit i'm attracted to you but i'm not gonna be the reason you two get in a fight or him and me get on bad terms" he shrugs, leaning back he crosses his arms

"but it's not for him to say, who i can or can't be with"

"babe that's between you two" he opens his bag to put his items away.

"but we talked last night and i-"

"hold that thought" he says abruptly as he gets up zipping his bag, he looks at the people entering the courtyard

"lets go talk somewhere else, we don't need anyone hearing our business" he puts his hand on your shoulder. gently pushing you towards the double doors. you both walk along the hall, namjoon glances into rooms until we get to the end of the hall he slides the door open and i walk in. the room was dark except for the light that came from outside. he closes the door and tosses his bag at the nearest desk, once again sitting on top of it.

i began to get nervous at the look of his serious face, so i just leaned against the wall, keeping a distance hoping he didn't sense my nervousness

"look you just got here, and i don't want you fighting with jimin ok" he breaks the silence first

you stare at his lips as he talks, just as he eyes you as you stand against the wall. there was clearly a sexual tension in the room.

"what if he doesn't know" i say quickly, he studies you for a minute before talking

"you mean not tell jimin?" you nod without hesitating

"about us"

"us?" he lifted an eyebrow

he gets off the desk and walks up to you, inches away from your face. his lips brushing against yours as he tilts your head back. "so you won't tell jimin?" his hand touches your thigh and you jolt at his sudden touch. causing you to nod again "use your words babe" his hands slides under your skirt

" i won't tell him" those four words made him smirk "you won't tell him that one of his best friends wanna fuck and kiss his little sister when ever he feels like it" his breathe tickles your nose, you blush at his words making him sneer at your reaction. shaking your head again.

"words" he pinches your thigh, as his hand makes its way underneath your skirt. "no i won't tell him" you whine, you could feel yourself vulnerable with every touch, that you'd agree to anything he asked from you.

"good girl" his hands grope your ass giving it a firm squeeze before his lips meet yours eagerly, you didn't waste time, parting your lips instantly letting his tongue in. "look at you, just yesterday you said you didn't know to kiss" he gives your ass another firm squeeze

"i learn really quickly"

"oh yea?"

"mhmm"he rolls his eyes at your cockiness

"wrap your legs around me" he says as he lifts you up, you do just as he says. your bodies pressed against each other.

you can feel the shape of his bulge right against your clothed heat, he grinds slowly against you making you moan.

"fuck..you have no idea how much i'm stopping myself from ramming into you right now" his kisses travel down your neck, as his hand unbuttons the top few buttons from your shirt. revealing your cleavage and collar bone. he right away starts to suck on your collarbone, gently nibbling on your skin. his hands continue to massage your butt as he rolls his hips into you.

"if i took your first kiss does that mean i have the honor of deflowering you" he kisses your jaw, tracing kisses down to your exposed neck

"n-namjoon" you call his name weakly, bitting your skin once more as he sees the hickey's decorate your skin, he looks up at you. seeing how bad he's messing you up. "you didn't answer"

his forehead up against yours "yes.."

"you're so fucking beautiful" he groans, and you feel his dick getting harder against you, his fingers move your panties aside, allowing him to stick his finger into you. you gasp at his sudden touch and your hands grip his shoulders

"w-wait namjoon"

"shh, don't be loud. someone might hear you" he chuckles, you nod and bit onto your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself from letting any other noise come out

he begins to thrust his finger into you, causing you to squirm from his touch "be a good girl and don't move so much" he groans from the sudden friction you did as you moved

you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him into another kiss and you both instantly start sucking on each others lips, you tug onto his hair. he takes this chance to stick another one of his fingers inside of you. thrusting them upwards harder each time, you moan into his mouth.

the unfamiliar feeling made you extremely wet, this was the first time someone had touched you like this. he pulls away from the kiss, looking at you with intense lustful eyes "you like it huh, my fingers inside of you, the way to tighten around my fingers makes it obvious" he thrusts his digits into you once more, harder than before.

"n-namjoon please"

"what babe, tell me what you want"

you bite onto your bottom lip, your head leaning back. he takes the chance to kiss your neck a few more times. leaving some hickeys along your cleavage.

both your bodies stop at the sudden ringing of bells, indicating lunch was over and namjoon sighs in annoyance

"well that was enough fun for now" he kisses you one last time, as he pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness inside you. he stares at you as he puts his fingers inside his mouth licking his fingers

he gives your ass a few more squeezes before putting you down, making your nose scrunch at the sudden feeling of wetness between your thighs "jimin said he wasn't gonna be home tonight, what if i come over?" he asks as he fixes his hair

"uh yeah, that's fine" you tell him, as you button up your shirt. he grabs his bag from the desk, walking by you he gives you a kiss again "i'ma head out first, wait about two minutes before you go out, we don't need no one spreading rumors oh and gets some ice for your lips they're swollen " he winks at you, as he walks out leaving you all alone in the room with your drenched panties and eagerness to have him touch you more.

once the door closes you hold onto the book shelf next to you right away, as your knees give out. and you knew right there and then that you were weak for this man.

as you walked to class after waiting like namjoon said, you are zoning out as you walk. but hearing these girls in front of you talk about BTS you look up to them, trying to hear their conversation.

they said someone is planning to open a station where you basically leave letters for any of the guys, sort of like fan mail. it makes sense since they are getting popular among the school.

the whole day all you could think about was namjoon. if you saw him in the halls, he would still not spare any look at you, but you now understood why.

you all walked out of the school, and you see your dad standing by his car

"you ready jimin" he asks after saying hello to you and the guys

"i thought i would drop off y/n and then we'd leave" and you saw just how much he wanted to smack himself.

"you forgot" you say, sighing

"sorry, it didn't cross my mind" he rubs his neck

"don't worry mr.park i'll take her home" namjoon steps up behind you

"really? i'd appreciate it" he smiles, jimin looks over to you. but you were trying to control your expression and tried to not look at namjoon

"you ok with that?" he asks

"yeah, don't worry. i'll see you guys tomorrow" you smile.

jimin leaves with your dad and you stay talking with the guys a bit more, they invited you and namjoon to hang out but namjoon said he had plans and also needed to take you home. they tried to convince him a bit more before finally letting it go.

walking up to his bike he puts his helmet on you. giving your waist a small squeeze "let's go finish what we started yeah?" he whispers

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sex

you could never really date anyone, maybe cause jimin always told you to save yourself for your special someone. and his words really stayed with you.

there was this uneasiness inside your chest, as you remembered that. namjoon and you are basically in some sort of relationship..but he hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend.

is this what friends with benefits feels like? you wondered. it made you sad thinking all you were was just a fuck buddy.

we finally arrive, and he parks in front of your house. once you both get inside, taking off your shoes, namjoon stares at you as you bend over to put them in the shoe rack. naive to the fact that your panties were showing, namjoon decides to smack your ass

"namjoon!" you jump up and look at him, shocked. he laughs at your reaction. putting his bag down he puts his hands on your waist drawing you into a gentle kiss

"where's your room" he whispers between the kiss

"upstairs, it's the first room to the left " he hums at your answer, grabbing your thighs he lifts you up making you wrap your legs around him, you giggle he walks up the stairs, he struggles to open the door but eventually does. he kicks the door shut, as he walks to your bed, tossing you onto it.

butterflies erupted inside your stomach as you see him throwing his jacket and tie on the chair, unbuttoning his shirt. he leaves it at the end of the bed

he positions himself between your legs, you cover your face with your hands knowing damn well you were beet read

"don't cover your face" he pins your hands above your head

"i wanna see your reaction to every touch" his other hand unbuttons your shirt completely. you bite your bottom lip.

fuck i gotta ask him what we are

he lets go of your wrist and gets a grip on your waist, he leaves little pecks on your neck. traveling down to your stomach. you arch your back, he begins to suck on your skin, leaving hickeys all over.

"your gonna have to hide these well" he says between pecks, his hand makes its way under your skirt, as he plays with the hem of your panties he doesn't waste time and takes them off

the cold air hits your heat making you whine

"be patient, and i'll give you what ever you want" he says as he puts your lace panties inside his pants pocket, making you blush even more

he continues to leave kisses on your stomach with his arm underneath you helping you arch your back for him.

"n-namjoon" you moan

"yes" he starts to play with the zipper on your skirt

"a-are we gonna star-" his hand reaches for the clasp of your bra, and he undoes it.

"are we gonna what" he pulls it down and begins to suck on your breast.

"are we gonna. start dating" you finally ask

he stops sucking on your skin and looks up to you with a raised brow

his grip on your waist loosens before he takes his arm from underneath you. he sits up and stares at you

"i don't really do labels" he ruffles his hair

"then..where we just gonna fuck and thats it?" you ask in disbelief leaning on your elbows, your face shows the disbelief, he sighs. reaching for his shirt from the end of the bed

"you know you should listen to your brother more often" he gets off the bed, buttoning up his shirt

"what?"

"i just thought we were trying to relief each others pleasures" you were completely shocked at each word that came out of his mouth.

you felt like a fucking idiot, he took your first kiss, he marked you all over your body. you felt like crying

"namjoon" you say his name and he looks at you once more, before ruffling his hair "shit..don't look at me like that you make me wanna say yes to everything you ask from me"

i stare at him speechless, as he looks at me, eyeing the marks he left on my body. he walks over to me giving me a kiss once more but i look away. his hand grabs my chin making me face him he kisses me but i didn't kiss him back and he sighs "let me think about it ok"

grabbing his jacket from the chair he walks to the door, "i'll see you tomorrow alright" he leaves you alone in your room shocked at what just happened

"did he think we could just fuck and call it a day" you quietly say. getting off the bed you walk to the mirror, looking at all the marks he left on your body. your eyes tear up. "fuck this" you open your closet getting a huge shirt, you unzip your skirt letting it fall on the floor.

getting into your bed you wish you could sink into it and disappear, as you cry into your pillow.

"mother fucker took my favorite red underwear too" you sob

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mutual-obsession · 4 months ago

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I think about you so often~

I stated it before and I can say it again and again. As much as you'd like me to. And for the hell of it- why don't I do something fun. For almost an entire day I'll mark down each time I think of you. And oh look at that, I already did it~

We stayed up until 5:55am talking. I did my 'nightly ritual' and thought about you. And as I came up with this, I thought about you more as I drifted off to sleep. ♥♥♥ tick tick tick.

I woke up at 12:35pm and thought 'I can't wait to see them tomorrow.' ♥

I fell back to sleep and did so off and on and counted three more times you came into my mind. And you showed up in my last dream. Then I thought about you when I officially woke up ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 5:20pm - You're in the back of my mind a lot today. Even when I do something I feel the thoughts of you floating back there. Making this harder to differentiate. But that's okay~

♥ Mentioned I was excited to see you to an old friend of mine. Are you keeping track at all, honey? We're at 13. ♥ ♥ In a little under 24 hours… ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Once again, mentioning my excitement to a friend. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ I accidentally wrote 'tac' here instead of 'tick' pfft- ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Some of these thoughts I didn't want to say out loud so. Didn't type them lol~ ♥ ♥ It's 2:34am and the ♥ counter is at 37. 37 times I thought about you. And the funny thing? I'm positive the number is higher. I actually had to catch myself a few times. Supposed to be thinking of one thing but had switched to thinking about you without realizing. Or I could see a thought wanting to come up but I laughed and didn't count it but… You've been in the back of my mind all day You usually are. Is it higher today because of this fun project, probably. As well as what happens in less than.. 16-17 hours? Of course. But does it change the fact I think of you often. Not at all.

And now I'm going to post this, take a shower and (try to) sleep. Guess who will still be on my mind? You ♥. "Tomorrow" gets closer and I hope to fuck my shift is shorter. Because I can't fucking wait to see you.

#Eros's Obsessions #obsessive yandere #possessive love #yanblr #yandere #mutual obsession #obsessive love #lovesick #tw yandere #yanderecore #actually obsessive #obsessive thoughts #yandere rambles #darlingcore #yandere community #I am very excited though #I am both very chill about it and not lol #chill over all but nervous and extremely excited

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incendio22 · 2 years ago

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Pt 2 Chapter 1: Welcome Back To Hogwarts

Trigger warning: This chapter contains alcohol that may be portrayed in a potentially romanticised way. Stay safe ♡

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I make my way down to the dungeon, where I know the welcoming party for the 7th-years is being held tonight. It's been months since I stepped foot in this very dungeon, but nonetheless I feel excited to have a good time. Summer wasn't too much fun, since I was mainly passing time so that it would be September 1st. Of course, the beginning of the summer was awful. I had been missing Sebastian, constantly wondering whether or not I should reach out to him but every time I decided that I wouldn't. I left him, saying that he could write to me when he was ready for something serious. However, I assume his lack of attempts to contact me show that he's not there yet. At first I was determined to wait, but with time I realized that you don't wait around or cry over a man who is emotionally unavailable - You find someone better.

I walk down the stairs to the dungeons and notice that it's crowded. The music is loud, the lights are dim and it seems as if everyone I know is there. I am greeted by Poppy, who throws herself over me to give me a hug. In her hand she has a glass of butterbeer and she spills a little over my shirt.

''Oh my,'' she apologizes in a nice tone. ''I'm so sorry. I'm just so glad to see you! How are you?''

''I've been doing good,'' I tell her in a firm voice. ''How are things with you? How is Milena?''

Poppy looks down with a sad face.

''Yeah, well,'' she starts. ''We haven't really talked for a month. But other than that, I'm good. Wanna dance?''

''Sure, let me just grab something to drink first,'' I tell her. ''I'll find you as soon as I can.''

I head over to the marble table that has all sorts of drinks on it. The fire whiskey catches my eye and I can't help but think about Sebastian as I see it. I still remember some of his kisses tasting like it. I push the thought away and serve myself some butterbeer. Next to me is Ominis, whom I didn't even notice.

''Ominis!'' I say in a happy voice. ''Merlin! It's been so long, how are you?''

I give him a hug and he smiles.

''Except for the fact that I'm at a party, feeling utterly uncomfortable, I'm good,'' he tells me with a smile. ''How are you?''

''I'm good,'' I tell him. ''Never better, now that I'm here.''

''Wanna dance?'' Ominis asks as he takes a sip of his butterbeer.

I grab his arm and drag him into the middle of the room where everyone seems to gather around, dancing as if there's no tomorrow. I notice Garreth dancing with his Gryffindor friends with his eyes glued onto me. I nod friendly and he nods back. He did something to his hair, cut it a bit so it looks more trimmed. He actually looks quite handsome. Ominis doesn't seem to enjoy himself too much, but when I dance with him he cheers up a bit and seems to let lose a little more. We dance, laugh get lost in the music.

The dungeon is getting hotter and hotter and as I lean against a wall to let the coldness of the wall hug my back, I see him. I'm unable to breathe and the heartbroken feelings flood me. I try to wash them off with some more butterbeer, but I'm unable to. He walks down the stairs, looks around the room and stops for a second as our eyes meet. I decide that he's not going to change a thing about my night. If anyone should feel intimidated by the other's presence, it's him. Therefore, I keep looking at him. Glueing my eyes onto him as he goes to talk to some friends from Hufflepuff. I think he knows, because every now and then he glances my way but looks away as soon as he sees me already looking at him. I hope he feels intimidated.

I go back to what seems to be the dancefloor and head over to some Gryffindor students I know, among them I see Natty. They are dancing, drinking and laughing as they greet me. Natty gives me a big hug and seems absolutely thrilled to see me. She's in her best mood, dancing and giving everyone around her challenges. Everyone seems to gather around her, so naturally I walk over to see what's going on.

''Amit!'' she says in a very loud voice, so that he can hear her through the music. ''Tomorrow, you send Professor Garlick an anonymous love letter. Deal or no deal?''

Everyone is laughing as it's kind of known among all the students that Amit has a slight crush on Professor Garlick. People start laughing and cheering him on. Amit looks intimidated for a second, but quickly makes up his mind.

''Deal,'' he responds, laughing and looking a bit flushed. ''But do I have to be anonymous? I mean, I do graduate soon.''

''Don't be a fool, Amit,'' I joke with him.

''Hey!'' he argues in a playful voice. ''You never know.''

Everyone is laughing, very much aware of how long Amit has had a crush on Garlick. I see Sebastian standing on the other side of the room. He's staring at me. When I catch his glance, I hold my eyes on him. Before, this would have made me highly uncomfortable, but I need to tell myself that this man has no hold of me any longer. Of course, that's easier to think than it appears in real life. I walk over to Garreth, glancing at Sebastian in hopes that he sees me.

''Long time no see, Weasley,'' I tell him in a happy voice.

He looks thrilled to see me and raises his glass.

''If it isn't the quidditch goddess herself,'' he says. He still hasn't let me forget about my first quidditch game where we absolutely crushed our enemies. Or rather, I crushed them. ''Your highness.''

''I like that,'' I give him a smile. ''Say it again.''

''Oh, I don't do favours for free,'' Garreth jokes.

I feel Sebastian's eyes burning and I hope he sees every second of our encounter. I lay my hand on Garreth's arm. He looks down on it, but doesn't pull away.

''Oh, then I should leave,'' I say jokingly. ''I don't talk to people who don't value my presence. You're even the one who convinced me of that.''

He gives me an intrigued look.

''Oh, really now?'' he asks with a slight smile.

I nod and smile back as I take my hand back.

''Good for you,'' Garreth says and glances over at Sebastian, making sure I notice who he's looking at. ''Does that mean..?''

''Yeah,'' I tell him whilst nodding.

''Oh,'' Garreth says in a confused voice. ''It was never my intention to, you know, get in the way of anything.''

''No need to worry,'' I tell him. ''It's all on him.''

''I'm sorry,'' he replies in a low voice, but his apology doesn't seem too sincere.

''There's really no need to be,'' I smile at him, glancing over at Sebastian who is still looking at me even though he is caught up in a conversation with a Hufflepuff.

The night fades and people start leaving the dungeon at quite an early hour. The Hufflepuffs have been the life of the party, keeping it alive for way too long. Most people are nervous about tomorrow's classes and start stoppning off. Some Hufflepuffs grab me around my shoulders, Poppy amongst them.

''Are you done, or are you down for some more?'' she asks in a daring voice.

''Do you know who you're talking to?'' I ask her in an even more daring voice. ''I'm in.''

I grab Imelda's arm on the way out, dragging her with me and making sure that she goes wherever I go.

''We're having the best year, remember?'' I remind her about our last conversation in the dormitory before the end of last year.

''Do we really need to fulfil that tonight?'' Imelda replies in a hesitant voice. ''We have all year and I really wanna be prepared for tomorrow.''

''No,'' I tell her as I shake my head. ''This is your last first night at Hogwarts, let's make the most of it.''

We walk past Sebastian and I give him a passive aggressive eye, as I follow the Hufflepuffs out of the dungeon. We walk into a different part of the castle where the Hufflepuff's common room is supposed to be and someone knocks on a barrel that leads into a small room, decorated with plants and windows facing the Black Lake.

''So this is where the Hufflepuffs party?'' Imelda asks with a curious voice.

''Party is maybe the wrong term,'' Poppy says, looking slightly embarrassed. ''But this is where we come to hang out when we're tired of the living room.''

"Don't lie," a Hufflepuff boy argues. "This where the magic happens."

''This place is really cool,'' I tell them as I nod my head to show them that I really like it.

Another Huffleupuff enters the room. I recognize her face, but I don't remember her name.

''What is she doing here?'' The new Hufflepuff girls spits out.

''Oh. Hi Lenora,'' Poppy says. ''This is Y/n, she's really cool.''

Now I remember. It's the girl I helped solving a puzzle in the castle and refused to tell her how I did it. I remember her talking about and being upset over it the entire 5th year.

''Yeah, no,'' Lenora says in an upset voice. ''She made fun of me when she solved the puzzle that I showed her in the first place.''

Imelda gives me a confused look, but I know exactly what Lenora is referring to.

''I still think you should have solved it on your own,'' I tell her in a calm voice. ''I mean, what's the fun with a puzzle if you're gonna have someone else tell you how it's done?''

Lenora glares at me, as if she's killing me inside her head.

''You have some nerve,'' she says before sitting down.

Eventually, Lenora calms down and we have an enjoyable evening. We spend the rest of the night talking, joking and eventually people start falling asleep on the couches and on the floors. We all went out too hard before, making us awfully tired now. Imelda looks uncomfortable. It must be after 3 in the morning. Poppy is the only Hufflepuff that's still awake.

''What happened with you and Sebastian, anyway?'' Poppy asks in a sleepy voice.

''He messed up,'' I tell her in a short tone.

I'm not too eager to talk about him. All I want is to get him out of my head, which hasn't been easy since my return to Hogwarts.

''That's doesn't sound like you,'' Poppy says inbetween her yawns. ''You're always the one seeing things from every possible point of view, seeking the best explanations. I never thought I would hear you say that it's only his fault.''

I look into the ground. Poppy falls asleep before I answer her. Maybe it's for the better. I have no intentions of making up excuses for him because I really can't see where I did wrong. He's the one who pushed me away when I got too close. I really thought that when I allowed myself to give my heart to him, like he had given me his, we could be together. But he took a step back as I fell harder. Imelda stands up, stretching and yawning.

''Okay, time for the life of the party to get some sleep,'' she says as she stands up.

''Are you referring to me or yourself?'' I ask her jokingly.

She bats me an angry eye.

''Both of us,'' she says in a tired voice. ''But mostly me.''

As we enter the Slytherin Common Room it's quiet and empty, except for someone sitting down by the window facing the Black Lake. The place where I always sit, therefore it catches my eye. As our steps get louder, the shadow turns around. It's Sebastian. I need to gasp for air at the sight. What is he doing in my spot? I'm too tired to get angry, so I simply stare at him as we pass him. He stares back at me, not moving a muscle in his face. The sight of him makes my heart flutter, as if it's hoping that he's waiting for me. I push the thought away and go to bed.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy #fanfic #slytherin #fanfiction #ominis gaunt #for the hope of it all

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your-divine-ribs · 8 months ago

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I’m With the Band Part 9

Words: 2k

Those smutty merch boards make an appearance… 🤭

I’m With the Band Masterlist Main Masterlist

I linger around the bar area whilst the band are setting up their kit. The drink choice in here is pretty dire and I end up reluctantly ordering a lager.

"Hold on... make that 6 pints actually," I tell the bartender, with the lads in mind.

"Now there's a welcoming sight!" Johnny smiles as he sees me making my way across the room, awkwardly carrying three pints which is as many as I can manage in one go. "Here... let me give you a hand..."

I thank him as he jumps down from the stage and rushes over to the bar to grab the remaining plastic pint glasses. "So... have I converted you to lager then?"

"It's not like I've got a lot of choice in here," I start to grumble, about to go off on a rant, but then I check myself. I really don't want Johnny to think that I'm fussy and difficult. "But it's not so bad," I add quickly. "Maybe I'll get even more used to it when we're on tour."

This comment raises a joyful smile on Johnny's face. "You know I'm so glad you're coming with us, I'm really looking forward to spending more time with you."

The feeling's mutual, I think, but I don't say it.

"I'm sure it's going to be loads of fun," I reply as I reach the stage and Johnny boosts himself up and reaches for his guitar. "Hey... maybe you could teach me how to play the guitar or something while we're on the road."

I don't actually mean it, but Johnny's eyes have lit up like I've suggested something truly amazing. "You know, that's a brilliant idea. I'd love to! I'm a really good teacher... I'm very patient."

Van's adjusting the height of his microphone stand and he looks up when he catches the tail end of my and Johnny's conversation. "What are you pair on about?"

I don't get chance to answer as at that precise moment Larry strides in, his voice loud and booming. "Here it is lads!"

I turn to see him carrying a large board with handwritten scrawl all over it. "This is the best one yet, I'm telling ya!"

"C'mon then, let's see!" Van shouts, excitement in his voice.

Johnny shakes his head but he's smiling nevertheless. "I swear you guys are gonna get in trouble for this one day. Someone's gonna take offence ya know."

"What is it?" I ask, intrigued.

Larry's grin gets wider if that's even possible as he turns the board towards me so that I can view it properly. "Made us our own special merch board to put behind the stand. We do one for every gig!"

My eyes dart over the board which is advertising all sorts of lewd services, each with a price. Notable mentions are 'signed titties £2', 'cum shots £3' and a 'catfish special' which would set the lucky purchaser back... yes you guessed it... £69.

I feel like I've been transported back to secondary school amongst a group of pre-pubescent boys the way they all start sniggering at my look of disgust.

"For fucks sake Larry!" I groan. "How old are you? 15? Please don't tell me you're actually going to display this!"

"Larry... I told you to leave me out of this!" Bob suddenly stops laughing as he notices that he's got a special mention on the board. "If Lucy sees it she's going to go mad!"

"Kate's not going to be happy either," Benji adds, but then he reads a line marketing Larry's services and his face creases as he can't hold back a laugh.

"Come on Bells, it's dead funny, and no one actually takes it seriously," Larry says, then he gives me a wink. "Hey I'm sure Van'll give you a discount if you ask nicely!"

The guys erupt into laughter again, and I try to keep a straight face but actually, I'm starting to see the funny side. I'm not sure whether it's because I've just spotted 'Exorcism by Van £25' on the board, or the fact that as I stand there with the lads and watch them laughing and joking with each other I'm suddenly struck by how daft and down to earth and just... plain normal they all are.

They're not like the boys from back home at all. They're not like Dominic who threw a hissy fit when I got lip gloss on his dad's Porsche's leather seats, or Oscar who would rather bore me about the size of his trust fund rather than actually listen to what I've got to say. In fact they couldn't be more different. And I'm growing to like it in spite of myself.

"I can't believe the small print!" I giggle as I read it out loud. "'Orgasm not guaranteed due to small penis disease!' I mean, you're not exactly selling it are you lads? You should be 'bigging' yourselves up, if you know what I mean!"

This comment earns me laughs all round and various other suggestions for the board are bandied around which have us all cracking up until we're clutching our bellies and have tears rolling down our cheeks. I can't remember the last time I just let go and laughed so much.

"That's nothing Arabella," Johnny grins. "You should hear what Van tells interviewers about his... errr... bedroom skills!"

"Yeah!" Benji chips in, looking at Van. "What was it you said at that interview last week? Oh yeah, that's it. 'I'm so, so, so bad in bed!'"

I look at Van too, raising my eyebrows with a smirk. He just looks right back at me, mirroring my smirk with one of his own, shrugging as he speaks. "Well? Never had any complaints, have I? Must be 'cause I'm incredible with my hands!"

I've practically drained my second pint of lager by the time the lads are ready to properly soundcheck, and I'm having a great time. I'm flitting between the boys, getting to know each of them better, and my London friends and all the parties that I'm sure to be missing out on couldn't be further from my mind.

"Are you ready then Bella?" Van says, giving me a look which makes my belly flip and I nod, jumping down from the stage and taking a spot right at the front with a perfect view of all the boys. If only the venue could remain like this for the whole evening with me as the only audience member.

Van turns to the other band members and they discuss what they're going to play, deciding on a couple of old songs.

The first thing I hear is Johnny's rousing guitar riffs, followed by Benji's bass and then Bob's drums kick in. The music pumps adrenaline straight into my bloodstream, and I can feel my body responding. I'd dance if I was in a crowd but I feel self-conscious on my own so I just nod my head and sway slightly to the beat.

Then Van starts strumming and he steps up to the mic, screwing his eyes shut as he begins to sing.

“She lights a cigarette in my face

And says let's get good and lost for a while

'Cause I can't stand the people round here”

Wow...

His voice is the perfect mixture of smooth and gravelly, and I find myself instantly hypnotised. I'm just glad he's got his eyes closed as I realise that I'm staring. Like properly staring. Fuck... seeing him up there on the stage is making my pulse start to race.

His eyes flick open and lock right on to mine as he sings the next line.

“The things that I do

Just to get you out of those clothes

Because they love my floor”

I never usually blush but this makes warmth instantly flood my cheeks. Van doesn't take his eyes off me for the rest of the song. He knows exactly what he's doing.

As soon as the song comes to an end, Van nods to Johnny and they immediately launch into another. Van's got that smouldering look in his eyes again as he starts to sing.

“When her mind's corrupt

She'll ring me up

And say baby I'm alone

And I've got ideas

Won't you please come and pick me up?”

He's got ideas? Well... I certainly have...

In fact if he doesn't stop looking at me like that I'm not going to be responsible for my own actions.

I eventually wrench my eyes away from Van to look at the other band members. Bob's totally immersed in the music, looking a million miles away from his shy self now, flinging his head around as he pounds out the beat. Benji's focussed, keeping his head down but as I watch he looks up to give me a sweet smile. My gaze travels to Johnny, and he's looking at me too. I watch his fingers fly effortlessly up and down the frets. He's absolutely mesmerising to look at... but still I find my eyes straying back to Van...

“I just want to know, how you feel, about us

And I, just want to know where you spent last night

'Cause I just want to know how you think about him when you're with me

Like you do with her, she said, please honey save it”

As the last bars of the song play out I begin to clap loudly. "You guys were pretty good, I'm impressed!" I grin at each of them in turn.

"Wait till ya see the real thing!" Van calls out, and I nod, then turn swiftly and make for the toilets.

What is it about musicians? I knew I had a weakness but these guys are going to get me into trouble, I just know it.

I finish up in the toilet and look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are still a little flushed and my eyes are sparkling with excitement for what the rest of the evening will hold. I hate to admit it to myself but sending me to stay with Larry is turning out to be one of the best decisions my parents ever made. I pout at my reflection and push open the toilet door with force. I hear a loud "OOF" noise as the door connects hard with someone who's standing directly behind it.

"Oh my god I'm so so..." I begin, until I pull the door back to reveal Van standing there, grinning at me.

"Oh... it's just you..."

"I know you're pleased to see me really!" He smirks.

I don't say anything, just go to push past him but he steps in my path, barring my way. "So what did ya think then?"

He looks expectant, like he thinks I'll start simping on the spot, but I don't want to fuel his ego. "You were pretty good... like I said. I've only heard a few songs though."

"Maybe I wasn't on about the music..."

I can tell exactly what he's insinuating by his wolfish grin. He stands there, hands outstretched to the walls on either side of the thin corridor, like he's offering up some kind of irresistible treat to me just by being there. And the infuriating thing is... he actually is...

Don't give in Bella... play hard to get...

"God, you're so full of yourself!" I say, crossing my arms across my chest in a defensive pose.

Van just raises an eyebrow. "So you don't fancy me then?"

"Actually no I don't!" I retort. "Just because the fans are all falling over themselves to shag you, doesn't mean I am too! I have standards."

Van's grin grows even wider, clearly enjoying winding me up. "So if I went to kiss you right now, you'd stop me?"

I'm used to guys being upfront but Van's cocky brand of confidence is on a whole other level. And what's more, as maddening as I find it, it actually makes him even more tempting. I find my gaze dropping down to his lips which are slightly parted. They look soft and full, and very inviting...

I fix him with a seductive smile, looking up at him through my lashes. "Well, why don't you try it and find out...?"

#im with the band #van mccann fanfic #fanfic #vanfic

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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 7

A/N: LMAO, all the Wild players except like two in this chapter aren't even on the team anymore 🤣

Word Count: 41.k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing

The Minneapolis- St,. Paul airport is busy for a mid-September Tuesday. I try not to get frustrated as I wait for Kevin. He texted me that he was just about to the front of the customs line, but each minute has been passing painstakingly slow since then. After two and a half months apart, I’m as desperate for him as I was when we parted in Sweden. Time does nothing to calm the ache or the desire that I have for Kevin. I’m utterly obsessed with him in a way that scares and excited me.

The doors to the international customs area open again causing me to turn and then, there he is walking casually down the stairs. I grin widely in response and wait for his eyes to lock on me. I know the moment that he sees me because his entire body responds with excitement and he motions for me to run to him. I do, not caring at all what people must think about this desperate girl running to a man in the airport. When we meet, Kevin catches me and spins me around while I wrap my legs around him. I bounce against him excitedly as he laughs.

“Best welcome home ever.” He whispers as I pull back. I connect our lips in a desperate kiss and sigh as I lose myself in the feeling of being with him again. “Hi baby.” He says when we have to pull apart because our smiles are too wide. “Did you miss me?”

“God, yes.” I whine to him with a pout. He captures my lip in his teeth briefly and then slides me back down to the ground.

“Good. Let’s get my stuff and get out of here.” He winds our fingers together. I clutch his arm with my other hand, kissing his bicep through his sweatshirt as we walk. He smells exactly as I remember- clean, fresh and sweet.

We grab Kevin’s bags and set off to the parking lot where my SUV awaits. We throw his stuff in the trunk and I climb into the driver’s seat.

“Are you tired or hungry?” I question, looking at him as he reaches over and begins to trace hearts on my thigh.

“I’m starving.” He tells me. When his eyes meet mine, I know he’s not talking about food. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and nod in understanding. “Are you hungry, baby?” He murmurs to me.

“I could go for a mouthful of something.” I suggest to him, giggling afterwards as I back out of my parking spot.

“Mmm, that’s my girl.” Kevin sucks in a breath through his teeth which is follow by an immediate yawn. “I am tired though. I only got like two hours of sleep on the plane.”

“No.” I pout to him.

“Yeah, I see jet lag in my future.” He rolls his neck from side to side, stretching out his muscles. I notice that his biceps are bulging a bit more out of his shirt than last time I saw him.

“You’re looking cut.” I point out to him as I stop for a red light just outside the airport. “Must have worked cutting out all that cake.”

“It just about killed me though.” He wrinkles his nose in disgust. “But yes, I’m faster and stronger. I feel like I’ve lost some more of my baby pudge.”

“You did not have baby pudge.” I say to him. “But your cheeks and jaw are some how even more pronounced than before. You’re like fine wine, you get better with age.” I touch his cheek gently, turning back to the road when the light turns green.

“I hear I’ve got an excellent face for sitting on.” My eyes widen and I let out a loud laugh in surprise as his hand returns to my thigh. One finger slices under the leg of my shorts and brushes the inside of my thigh.

“Definitely.” I agree calmly, even though I’m anything but calm with his fingers teasing me.

“You know why I couldn’t sleep on the plane?” He asks me as I pull off the freeway and into downtown.

“Why?” I wonder innocently, but I’m well aware of where this is going.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about how damn good your tits look when I’m fucking you.” Heat instantly pools between my legs. I keep my eyes on the road, acting like his words aren’t making me melt. I know if I do this, he’ll keep going like it’s a challenge. Kevin pauses to study my face. I bite the left corner of my mouth to keep my smile at bay. “Then, that got me thinking about when you were in my bed in Sweden. Having you early in the morning and late at night. You squirming under me and begging for me not to stop. How’s a guy supposed to sleep when all he can hear is the moans of a beautiful woman?”

“Kevin.” I say incredulously. “Good lord.” We pull into the underground garage of his building. I’m thankful for a darker space where he can’t see the pink taking over my cheeks. He talks dirty like a hockey player and I love him for it. I put the car in park and Kevin continues.

“On the plane, knowing I would be buried inside of you in mere hours, sleep just wouldn’t come.” That does it.

“Oh my fucking god…” I gasp, unclipping my seat belt and throwing myself at him. Our lips smash together and even though it’s awkward with the console between us, it’s just as hot as he wanted it to be. My tongue slides into his mouth and tangles with his. His hand moves from my back to reach for my ass, giving it a rough squeeze. I bring a hand to his pants and slide my fingers easily into the waistband of his boxer briefs giving his hard shaft a tug. He pulls away with a moan followed by a hearty laugh.

“Nailed it.” He grins, finishing with a brief kiss. “Let’s leave this stuff in here and bang one out quick.”

I don’t have to be told twice.

We fall into bed minutes later, naked and groping at each other like it’s been years not months since we’ve been apart. Kevin’s on top of me, his fingers are indulgent on my breasts. He moans as I run the tip of my finger over the head of his engorged penis.

“Fuck!” He exclaims all of a sudden, pulling back from me quickly. “I don’t have any condoms here. Do you have any?” He wonders, but I shake my head no. The thought never crossed my mind because I figured there were some left from earlier this year. “I’ll go grab some from the store down the street.” He’s rolling off of me and I grab his wrist to stop him.

“Kev, I trust you.” I say to him honesty because I do. I believe him when he says he’s clean, that he hasn’t been with anyone, and I’ve been on birth control for years. We are safe together and I want this right now, not in twenty minutes.

“Are you sure?” He asks me, coming back on the bed and cupping my face in his hands. “We don’t have to do this. We can wait and I can go get some.”

“Are you honest with me?” I ask him seriously even though I know the answer.

“Of course. I’m good. Are you?”

“Yes.” His eyes take in my face again before he leans down and kisses me softly. “I love you.” I tell him, running a hand through the side of his hair.

“I love you, Sam. So much.” He whispers against my lips. He’s poised at my entrance but he stops and sucks in a slow, measured breath. “I have to be honest, I was going to rail into you and now I’m trying to wait so I can slow down.” I laugh loudly in delight.

“You know I like it hard and fast.” I trace the outline of his right pectoral muscle.

“I know, but now I want to make love to you slow and sweet like this moment deserves.”

The way he is looking at me makes happy tears sting in my eyes. I have never felt so safe and loved in someone’s arms before. I want him slow and fast and hard and gentle all at the same time. He eases into me and my eyes close at the addictive pleasure of having him again. I don’t care what he does at this point. I just want him to stay right here, this close to me. When he’s all the way in, he pauses there, letting me accommodate to him. He brushes a strand of hair from my face and tenderly kisses my lips.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone.” He confesses to me as he begins to move. The feeling of no barrier already has me quivering in his arms. I’m so turned on that he easily glides in and out. I turn my face away from him and sink my teeth gently into his forearm to hold back from the scream I want to let loose. When Kevin speaks again, I can hear the smile dancing in his voice. “Tell me you feel the same.”

“Yes!” I moan and he laughs in response at the exasperation in my voice. “Can you focus?” I breathe out, unsure of why he keeps talking to me needlessly.

“I am. This is hot. I love making you beg for more.”

“Kevin, you are the most incredible man I have ever met. Now, for the love of all that is good in this world, please just fuck me.” My hands reach for his hips and hold him deep inside of me while I complain to him.

“Okay baby.” He gives me one last smirk and then thrusts into me so hard that I’m shoved higher up the bed.

Incredible doesn’t even begin to describe the orgasm that comes next.

Welcome home, Kev.

_ _ _

“Whoa.” I breathe out to Kevin with wide eyes as we roll up to Mikko and Helena Koivu’s house in the lush suburbs of Edina, three weeks later. The captain and his wife are hosting a welcome back dinner for all the players following the completion of training camp. It’s one last opportunity for us all to bond and have some fun prior to the season kicking into full, exhausting gear.

“Yeah. Goals.” Kevin grins at me.

“What do you do with a house this big?” I wonder. “I mean the cleaning alone.”

“Babe, when you live in a house like this, you pay someone to clean it.” Kevin parks the car and we exit, walking up the cobble stone walkway to the impressive entrance.

“Hello!” Helena exclaims excitedly when she sees us. “Come, come, come. Sam, welcome to the WAGS.” She gives me a huge hug. “You and Kevin, just stunning.” She motions with her hands. “Everyone is in the kitchen, so head on in.”

Kevin and I share an amused look as we enter into the party. I notice immediately that Alex is relatively close to where we are standing. I’m not quite sure how to approach this situation so I just give him and Felicia a small wave. Alex acknowledges us with a brief nod and returns to his conversation with Marcus Foligno. Okay, that was relatively painless.

“Do you want something to drink?” Kevin asks me, motioning to the other side of the room where various drinks are.

“Um, maybe some wine?” I question. “You know what I like.”

“Fireball it is.” He confirms with a joke before sauntering away.

“Sam, Hi!” A woman with long brown hair and perfect cheek bones greets me. I know she is Jared Spurgeon’s wife, but I’m unsure what her name is. “Danielle.” She tells me. “I’ve seen you around the lounge, but we haven’t met.”

“Yeah, Hi! Nice to meet you.

“Welcome.” She grins, “It’s always nice to see new faces join our group.” She is warm and genuine while she talks which puts me at ease.

“Thank you.” Kevin returns with a glass of white wine for me. I smile gratefully at him. I glance around the party. Even though I’ve been in the family lounge before, I haven’t spent much time with the other WAGS. I feel a bit out of place, like the only new person, even though I know I’m not. My eyes look in my brother’s direction and I can tell he is purposefully avoiding us.

“Sam.” Zach Parise greets me as he walks in with his wife, Alisha.

“Hey!” I greet Zach with a wave. I have babysat Zach and Alisha’s two kids a few times over the years as they live relatively close to Alex and tend to double date together.

“Al told me about you and Kev. You sure about this guy?” He is teasing but Kevin’s shoulders tighten a bit in response.

“For the most part. We will see how he plays this year before we make any long-term decisions.” I give Kevin’s arm a loving, kidding squeeze.

“Superstars only in your family.” Zach chuckles. “You’ve got a good one, Kev. Take care of her.”

As the Parises move on, Helena begins to buzz around the kitchen, handing out light blue jean jackets that are seemingly adorned with various patches and letters in the Wild colors of green and red. She hands one to Danielle, who shows me the jacket in full, both the front and the back.

“A few of the veteran WAGS designed these to hand out to the girls this year. We went with denim because they are easy to wear for all season and can be worn under a winter jacket. We do this every year as a fun, kick off for the season.”

“Wow.” I tell her, taking in the Wild logo, the numbers and the large letters on the back that spell out Spurgeon along with his number of 46. “They’re very cute.”

“Sam! Fiala!” Helena hands one to me. I reach for it unexpectedly. I wasn’t anticipating getting a jacket because one, I didn’t know this was a thing. And two, I never gave anyone my size.

“I snatched your jacket one day when you weren’t looking.” Kevin fills me in on how they happened to guess my jacket size.

“Sneaky.” I glare jokingly at him. “There is just one problem.” I tell him as the kitchen begins to clear out with people move farther into the house and party.

“What’s that?” He wonders leaning a hip against the counter, eyes narrowing in on me seductively.

“I don’t know if you’ve earned the right for me to swap out the last name that I wear.” I’m teasing, but I know it will lead somewhere fun.

“Excuse me?” He looks taken aback, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah. The last name I’m rocking to games right now has some pretty serious NHL caliber play behind it. Jury is still out on you.”

He lets out an incredulous laugh, blinking rapidly and eyeing me up. “That’s big talk for someone who came here with me. You might need to find your own ride back.”

“Oh… you’re gonna leave me behind, Kevin? Looking like this?” I motion to my tight jeans that grip my ass like a glove and the sweater that allows sinister peeks at my cleavage. “Okay. Maybe I’ll see what Dumba’s doing later.”

“Sure, I can save this for my next girlfriend then.” He shrugs as if he doesn’t care, holding the jacket up. My mouth drops open in surprise and slight annoyance at that comment. Even though we are kidding, the thought of someone else wearing Kevin’s name lights my heart on fire- and not in a good way.

“Fine. Matt!” I yell out, trying to get Matt Dumba’s attention from across the room.

“Enough.” Kevin silences me with a hard press of his lips causing me to squeal into his mouth. “Why do you do this stuff to drive me nuts?”

“Because it keeps things interesting…. And you humble.”

“Please wear this.” He places the jacket in my hands and I accept it from him. He softens instantly.

“Kev, of course I’m going to wear this. Just don’t pout if it not on the nights Al starts.”

“Okay, we can agree on that.” He nods in agreement. He leans down again, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. When we pull apart, his eyes have melted into chocolate pools that I want to bathe in. I step closer to him and run my hands up his chest, lacing them behind his head and pulling him to me again.

“I’m so in love with you, Kevin Fiala.” I whisper so quietly I’m not sure he can hear. Then his lips tilt into a smirk and I know he does. I wrinkle my nose at his cockiness which makes his smile larger.

“My number 1 fan.” He murmurs back to me.

“Aw!” Luke Kunin yells as he walks by. “FiFi’s in love!”

“Yeah, tell your friends.” Kevin responds without breaking eye contact with me.

“Al! Kev’s smooching your sister!” I drop my hands from Kevin’s neck in an exasperated response.

“Great. That’s going to be a thing isn’t it?” I mutter to Kevin, stepping back from his embrace.

“Absolutely.”

“Good thing you’re worth the trouble.” I chirp at him before I turn, noticing Alex and Felicia walking towards us. “I’m innocent!” I jokingly hold my hands up.

“You may be, but the cheesing cat right there isn’t.” Alex narrows his eyes at my boyfriend. Kevin widens his stance, shoving his hands into his pockets casually with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Just trying to treat her right, man.”

“The jackets are so cute this year!” Felicia exclaims, changing the subject. “You picked a good year to join the group.” She winks at me.

“Yes, I did hear about the jackets, so that’s why I let this guy catch me.” I snap my teeth teasingly at Kevin who shrugs.

“Whatever works for you, baby.”

As a foursome, we slide deeper into the party and begin engaging with other members of the team. Kevin and I quickly find Ryan Hartman and his girlfriend Lauren and engage in conversation with them. I find out that Lauren is from a southern suburb of Minneapolis as well and graduated from high school around the same time that I did. We even have a mutual friend from college that we joke about her obsession with her dog on Instagram.

“Truthfully, if I had a dog that cute, I would probably be just as obnoxious.” I laugh with Lauren, thinking of the beautiful blue Pit Bull with crystal blue eyes and a face that would be impossible to say no to.

“Hey!” Felicia pokes me, entering the circle again after her and Alex wandered off to chat with Jason Zucker and his wife, Carly. “We are going to play a team bonding game. Join us!” She insists. The four of us comply and settle into the massive seating area of the living room. I look at the cards centered on the table and see we are playing a game called Buzzed.

“So this game is like a drinking version of Never Have I Ever. You pick a card, read it out, and anyone who has done that thing has to drink. Does everyone have a full drink?” Carly wonders, holding up her own. “You’ll need a full one because I know at least half of you in here are nasty.” The group laughs in response and some members dip to grab refills of their drink before rejoining the circle.

The cards start out innocent enough with soft balls such as drink if you’ve ever failed a test, got a speeding ticket, or lied to your parents. Soon, though, the questions turn a little deeper and the embarrassment begins to creep up my neck. I become very aware of exactly where my brother is and unfortunately, it’s directly across from Kevin and I.

“Drink if you’ve ever had sex in a public place.” Jared Spurgeon calls out.

“Define sex?” Marcus wonders.

“Moose, if you have to ask, drink.” Alex points at him with a laugh while taking his own swig of beer. I look down at my drink and side eye Kevin, who is trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I casually lift my drink and give a small sip. It was one time in high school and I was so terrified of getting caught that I didn’t even enjoy it.

“Good to know.” Kevin murmurs to me, shoving my shoulder as his drink stays in it’s position.

“It was once.” I mutter, giving my head a slight shake.

“Okay!” Natascia, Marcus’ wife, calls us all back to her. “Drink if you’ve ever kissed a friend’s sibling.”

“Kevin!” Luke yells and the others join in. Kevin shakes his head and sucks down the rest of his drink.

“Who said Al was a friend?” Jordan Greenway laughs.

“As far as Fiala is concerned, I’m the best damn friend he’s ever had.” Alex insists with a slight glare.

“Sure.” Kevin nods with a shrug, laughing as Jordan gives him another beer. Next up is Carly, Jason Zucker’s wife.

“Okay… drink if you’ve ever given or received road head.” The room roars with laughter and several people suck down sips of their drink. Both Kevin and I take a drink, thinking of a certain date earlier this fall when we just couldn’t wait.

“I hate this game.” Alex mutters, rubbing at his forehead.

“Look away!” Felicia jokes at him, shoving his face away from our direction.

“There are some things I just don’t need to know.”

“Then mind your business!” Carly laughs at him. “Good for you, Sam! Woo!”

Lauren is next and thankfully gives us a break of the sexual related cards. “Everyone must take a drink without using their hands.”

“Oh god.” Helena mutters, looking around at all the white, cream and grey furniture in the living room. “Mind your wine!” She says with a laugh while we all attempt it.

“Shit, my beer is full.” Kevin mutters, encircling his beer with his lips and tilting it up. I laugh at how much goes into his mouth as he attempts to swallow it all. I grab the bottle from him when I see it slipping and giggle. I take a sip of it, figuring I can do that easier than I can with my glass of wine.

“Not bad.” Ryan, who is next to me, says as he grabs the next card. “Everyone who is single, take a drink. Woo!” Ryan yells, grabbing Lauren and laying a hot smooch on her. The boys in committed relationship howl in response while the single boys willingly take a sip. None of them seem overly disappointed by not having someone here. Next, it’s my turn. I grab a card from the top of the pile and read.

“Drink if you’ve ever had sex multiple times in one day. Good for you, people.” I slowly slide the card back to the table and then raise my wine to my lips and take a big gulp. I shrug my shoulders as I laugh at Kevin, who is also taking a drink. He reaches for the next card after a majority of the people in the room take a sip of their drinks.

“Drink if you’ve ever been in love.” Kevin clinks our drinks together before we both take a sip. When we are done, he reaches for me and pulls me into a sweet and sensitive kiss. “Never like this though.” He nuzzles my nose with his before he leans away.

I watch him as he turns and rejoins the game. I swallow my wine and take in every feature of his. His beautiful eyes, strong jaw, perfectly styled hair. He’s everything I’ve been missing. Like he said in Sweden, the missing piece but one I didn’t even know I was waiting for. I gulp down the emotion building in my throat and turn away from him. My eyes find my brother’s and he gives me a heartfelt smile. I know Alex can see how much we love each other and that helps reaffirm what I’m feeling internally.

Hours later, the night is ending and I’m in the car, heading back to Minneapolis with the man of my dreams. Kevin’s hand instinctively reaches for mine as we hit the freeway. Just like our first date, he raises my hand to his lips for a sincere kiss.

“I love you, baby.” He quietly tells me, the passing street lights illuminating his beautiful face as he drives.

“I love you too, Kev. Always.” And it’s the truth.

No matter what happens in the future, I know for certain that I’ll never stop loving Kevin Fiala.

#letters in your last name au #kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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loonamblr · 2 years ago

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Sunsets and Secrets: Wine

LOONA Kim Lip x reader

taste like a wine

author’s note: Sorry that this story took a while to post. This is much longer than the part 1. I hope you guys will love this also. Thank you everyone for reading my works. I also want to thank my friend who helps and keeps me sane during the time I’m working this lmao. please send me feedbacks i want to know your thoughts about the story :) Stay safe everyone!!

warnings: mentions of alcohols

Part One

It's Monday again. The exam will still begin on Wednesday of the particular week, giving the pupils two days to study.

Since you are an exchange student, your routine for this week differs from regular students. And your only schedule for the day is in the afternoon.

You just got out of your bathroom after taking a shower and planning to make some breakfast when you received a text message. The message was from your cousin, Jinsoul, informing you that she is in front of your apartment.

Ever since you were a child, you've been close with Jinsoul. Both of you are constantly in one other's homes, having a blast every day. She even cried so loud when she found out that you'll migrate. Nevertheless, your closeness was not hindered by your distance from one another.

So, seeing your cousin after a long time gives you a mixed feeling. For sure, you are delighted to see her and excited to have a bond together. But you're feeling guilty at the same time, knowing that you had fallen to Jungeun.

You already accept the fact that Jinsol might get mad once she found out about this.

It's just love. A very natural thing in the world. A thing that you cannot control to whom you will fall. You can't hold yourself responsible because, at the time, you fall for Jungeun you weren't aware that she was the girl that Jinsol likes.

You shrug.

I should forget my worries in the meantime and enjoy her visit today, you said.

A body clashed with yours after opening your door.

You smiled, remembering how clingy Jinsol was.

"What's up!?" you greeted her as you guys hugged tightly.

Patting her head while she's still holding you made you chuckle.

"I miss you so much Y/n!" Jinsol greeted you and giggled.

"I miss you too even though you came to see me last year," you replied grinning at her.

After exchanging one final, close hug, the two of you proceed to the living room to catch up on each other's most recent news.

"How was your stay here? I've heard that you visited our house?" Jinsoul starts the conversation.

"Yeah, I visited them, also our grandparents last month. To be honest, they looked like they haven't aged at all. Grandpa is still funny, he even gave me extra money to spend here." you smiled remembering your visit.

"Did he? that's unfair! he didn't give it to me when I visited them before I left Korea," she whined, "..well at least your mom gave me when I went to your house." she said after remembering it, and laughing.

You shook your head at her thinking how silly your topic was.

"Oh, I was surprised that you volunteer to be the exchange student this year, Jinsol." you shared with her.

Your statement brought Jinsol back to the reason for it.

"Uhmm, I thought...maybe for experience?" she is somewhat unsure, "...to be honest I just want to go somewhere far to think, but I can't since we have school." she continues.

Nodding along, and asked her, "To think about what?"

And there, Jinsoul opens her side to you.

"Do you remember Lippie? the one I told you before." You nod as an answer to the question.

Of course, you know her. You knew her from her stories and from Jungeun itself.

That made your thoughts back to reality. The reality between you and Jungeun that Jinsol isn't probably aware of.

You gazed at your cousin who was starting to stare somewhere biting her lip and looking like she was getting drowned in her thoughts

"Well, I questioned myself...whether I'm worthy of her love or her, in general." You can notice the sadness in her tone.

"I feel like I've been enjoying myself being with her, well she seems to enjoy herself with me too but I can't control myself to have negative thoughts."

"She's been too good for me. So perfect to be with me. Then one night, I was left questioning myself."

"Of course, I didn't tell her about it, even one single thought. She doesn't need to know. I'll just become a burden."

By her actions, you can tell that Jinsol is a little bit anxious because she's been fidgeting her fingers.

She cleared her throat and continues her story, "Then suddenly I want to be away here. I want to leave, but as I said, I can't because we are seniors. So, I think my only chance to be away is to accept the program."

You now understand why she suddenly called you to inform you that she accepted a program and will be an exchange student at your school.

"How ironic, I left to think if I am worthy for her, but by leaving her, I just prove that we don't deserve each other. I also left my friends, and I am aware that they were mad at me." she then bitterly chuckled and scratch her temple.

Jinsol laid back on your couch while you still silently observing her.

A moment of silence.

Your gaze met, then she asked, "Have you met them?"

"Uhh yeah...I met them on my first day. It's Yves whom I met first." you shared with her.

"How are they doing?"

"They've been doing well? I guess. They are very saddened by your sudden leaving, especially Jungeun." She nods at this information.

Jinsol is mentally cursing herself and regretting her actions.

"How are you and Jungeung by the way?" you asked since you cannot control yourself being curious.

"We talked last Saturday, and we are cool now. I'm so grateful that she's very understanding." Jinsol smiled a little but still felt guilty, "I wish I were still the one she loves when I came back, but if not, then I'll just move on to make up for my actions. I'm prepared if Jungeun was already moved on."

"She also told me stories about you," Jinsol added which made you slightly nervous. "She told me that you've been taking care of her very much." she looked at you beaming.

"Oh yeah.." you muttered wondering if she told her more than that.

"I think she doesn't know that we're related." you nodded to her agreeing.

"Yeah, It's only Yves who knows it."

"I see," Jinsol muttered and asked another question. Both of you kept catching up on other news. Jinsol is primarily talking about her experience staying in your country.

Soon after, you both decided to enjoy your lunch outside before heading to school.

Jinsol mentioned that she might accompany you to visit her friends and the school.

Jungeun was left bothered after that night. Her friends, particularly Jiwoo, have observed that she hasn't been her typical self on Monday morning. She has been noticing that her best friend's mind continues to drift off because Jungeun had been reading the same page for about thirty minutes.

Jiwoo told Yves about this and the latter shrugged at her and said, "Let's wait for lunch to ask her about it." Jiwoo nodded still worrying about Jungeun.

They know this was not about Jinsol's return because Jungeun told them that she and Jinsol were already on good terms. However, Sooyoung speculates that this might be about you. She never heard a single piece of news about you since last Saturday.

Lunch break comes, and their circle of friends is eating their meal in the cafeteria. Most of them talk about the coverage of topics for their exams and the things they didn't understand.

On the other hand, Jungeun is being quiet ever since. She will sometimes answer their questions absentmindedly while thinking about something else.

They were concerned since Jungeun had never been so silent. She was still able to connect some of the talks during the time Jinsol left. Her thoughts do occasionally drift, but not all day long, not like this.

Jungeun's phone vibrated in her pocket which made her excuse herself to answer the call.

"Hey Jinsol.." she said in a low tone.

"Hi, Lippie!...Uhm are you with others? Can I join you?" Jinsol asked slightly nervously.

Though she has sent them a message letting them know she was back, Jinsol is still hesitant if meeting them is okay. To her surprise, most of them replied with loving messages, except for Sooyoung who left her message on read.

"wait let me ask them." Jungeun went back to their table and asked the others.

"Guys, Jinsol is asking if it's okay if she joins us today?" she smiled slightly.

The three nodded very instantly. Haseul agrees, saying, "Of course, why not? Also, she owes us an explanation."

"It's fine, Lippie. Where is she by the way? Tell her that we miss her!" Jiwoo said asking for the latter. On the other side, Yves is still upset with Jinsol, but she is aware of how much she also wants to see her.

"Maybe she's on the school grounds." her best friend answered her before putting the phone on her ear, "They said you can come, Sol." there's a hint of excitement laid on her tone.

Jinsol's concern was replaced with enthusiasm and wanting to see them, "Okay! I'll be there. See you!"

"Okay, take care," Jungeun muttered as she end the call.

Jiwoo noticed that the other girl was once more lost in her thoughts. She was about to ask Jungeun but was interrupted by Jinsol's arrival.

"U-uh hi?" Jinsol greeted them hesitantly.

Jinsol is very nervous to meet them again. She knows that she needs to explain a lot of things, starting from her sudden disappearance.

Haseul was surprised a little bit but hugs Jinsol immediately.

The girl was very understanding to them ever since. She has the feel of a mother who you can rely on completely.

Vivi hugs her next, then Jiwoo. Sooyoung only gave her a fist bump and a nod.

She receives a tight hug from Jungeun as well and smiled at each other. But Jungeun's smile did not reach her eyes.

"Have you already eaten?" Vivi questioned Jinsol as she sat next to Jungeun.

"Yeah, I already had lunch with Y/n", she said, drawing the attention of her pals. In particular, Jungeun. It was like the first time she heard your name again, except that she was wondering whether you and Jinsol knew one another.

However, Sooyoung was not surprised by this. She continued finishing her food and didn't bother to look at Jinsol.

"Do you know Y/n?" Jiwoo gazed at her confused.

"Of course, Ohh...I forgot she didn't tell you that we're cousins." This statement of hers was enough to leave their mouth agape.

Jiwoo, who was stunned, is covering her mouth with her hands. While her best friend, Jungeun, is only staring at Jinsol who is now busy explaining things to the others.

Jungeun can't understand why her feelings are lost when the girl she's staring at is the one she believes the answer to.

This should elevate her mood.

Jinsol is back. She should be celebrating.

Her heart should swell with nothing but pure happiness.

But no.

The joy she was feeling today was not enough to elevate her mood.

She's dishearted.

The adage "people come and people go" is fully relevant. But is that necessary?

Her mind begins to stray yet again toward what happened the night before.

She didn't reply to you after she got your response because she felt disappointed.

Disappointed of what?

Disappointed that you didn't tell her sooner that you're leaving? or because it'll be the last time she'll be watching the sunset with you?

Maybe because you let go of her that easily?

She has no idea. She doesn't even understand why she is feeling this way.

However, the most important thing is that she has the idea why you let go of her so quickly.

Jungeun wants to see you so badly, and talk.

She is interested in your thoughts. But you are busy right now so she cannot bother you.

Jungeun's mind is at its breaking point. She's getting a headache from it. That's why she excused herself to go to the infirmary.

"Do you want me to take you there?" Jinsol offered being concerned by the latter.

"No, It's okay, I can go by myself," Jungeun muttered and stood up from her seat.

Yves also stood up and excused herself too, "I forgot something in the classroom and I have to get it." Jiwoo insists on going with her but Yves just answers her with assuring smile, "It's fine, It'll be quick."

Yves and Jungeun made their way out of the cafeteria. When they came out of it, they were meant to go the opposite way, but Sooyoung kept following Jungeun.

"You're supposed to go the other way, right?" She stopped from her walk and asked very confusedly.

"Right. But, I just wanted to talk with you." Sooyoung answered her with a small smile.

Jungeun doesn't have the energy to interact with people right now, but Sooyoung looks determined to have a conversation with her today.

Both of them continue heading to the school's infirmary.

"What is it about?" being weary is apparent in her voice.

Yves shared with her, "You look so bothered ever since morning, Jungeun. You keep spacing out and the others are very worried about you."

"Is there something I can help you with?" she continued.

"It's because my head hurts", Jungeun tried to say, dodging Yves' glares. which is true, but it's not primarily the cause of her odd behavior today.

They both reached and entered the infirmary. Sooyoung waits for Jungeun while the latter gets some meds from their school's nurse. She is silently observing Jungeun's behavior since morning. And she's not buying her excuse.

Well, maybe it is true but Sooyoung's guts were telling her that there is something else. The girl was looking very deep into her thoughts ever since morning. She keeps on spacing out which is very unusual for her.

Sooyoung by her side, Jungeun was returning to the cafeteria after receiving her medication. She has been hesitating about whether to tell Yves about what's going on in her mind.

With a gentle tug on Jungeun's arm, Yves stated, "Jungeun, that's not the way to the cafeteria. You are spacing out once more."

The said girl stopped in her tracks and answered her with, "Can we talk in the garden?".

Yves was baffled but agreed.

Reaching their destination, the two sat on the bench under the shade of the tree.

"So...what keeps bothering you, Jungeun?" Yves asked the moment they both sat.

"I-It's about Y/n," Jungeun gulped the lump in her throat. She doesn't know why it feels heavy saying your name.

Sooyoung's gaze never left the latter. Jungeun is nervous and somewhat shy. Keeping her head down playing with her fingertips.

"What about her?" Sooyoung tried to have eye contact with her.

"She told me that she's departing after this week, and..." Jungeun said, pausing to consider whether it was appropriate to disclose this information. However, Sharing this is significant because it was the cause of her excessive worrying, after all.

"And?" the other girl whispered.

"She confessed her feelings to me yesterday", Jungeun adds, turning to face Sooyoung, who's trying to suppress her sly smile.

I'm glad she took my advice, Yves whispered in her head.

"She also stated that even though she loves me, she must let me go, now that Jinsol is back. Y/n wants me and Jinsol to be happier together."

This information made Sooyoung lose her smile. She remembered that you and Jinsol are cousins that's why you chose to let Jungeun go to be with Jinsol.

"So this is why you seemed so lifeless all day long?" Sooyoung asked her which Jungeun answered with a slight nod.

The latter continues to lend her thoughts to Sooyoung. "I don't understand. Jinsol's return should make me feel very delighted because that was my only wish. But I can't at this time. I'm more worried about losing Y/n,"

"Last night, I wondered whether Y/n would ever pursue me if she didn't return because I assumed that's the reason why she let go of me so easily."

"Jungeun, Let me ask, what do you truly feel when you're with Y/n?"

"I am eased. I feel that I should put all other concerns aside when we are together and just enjoy being with each other. She made me experience somebody's genuine care and contempt." Sooyoung can see the honesty in Jungeun's eyes.

"I worry that I will once again lose my comfort. I had become accustomed to her presence. Even though we had just recently met, I feel like she quickly grew to be an important part of my life."

Hearing these words from Jungeun made Sooyoung realize things that the latter hasn't yet. She smirks at Jungeun who's looking at the trees with empty stares.

"I get that she already made up her mind to let me go when she confesses her feelings to me. But it made me feel disappointed."

"Jungeun, Do you like Y/n?" Yves's question made Jungeun look at her slightly taken aback. She didn't notice the cheeky smile on Yves' face.

"N-no?...I-i don't know."

Jungeun never gave it a second consideration. Her thoughts are too muddled to consider it. Or perhaps she is too focused on the idea that she only likes Jinsol.

However, Sooyoung's point illuminates her gloomy thoughts.

"So do you still like Jinsol?" Sooyoung asked her once again.

It caused her to pause for a second before responding, "Y-yes? I-I believe," with a very uncertain tone in her voice. As realizations dawn on her, she begins to question her feelings for Jinsol.

Sooyoung facepalmed and say, "Jungeun, consider it more thoroughly. I am aware that a lot is going on in your head, but you must think about how you feel about Y/n to realize and manage your intrusive thoughts," she pauses to look at Jungeun straight in the eye, "You'll never doubt your feelings for Jinsol if you're truly in love with her."

"Y/n's confession and choices won't ever be a significant worry that leads you to overthink if you're in love with Jinsol. If your only desire with her is as a friend, then you won't ever be disappointed and wouldn't think about other what-ifs. also remember that we still have exams on Wednesday, in case you forgot."

"Okay." The other girl answered her with a monotone voice.

Shit, I almost forgot about the exams. Thankfully I already reviewed some last week.

Jungeun said to herself.

The only Jungeun wants right now is to go home where she can think about things peacefully.

Yves's words were right. She should not be thinking too much if she only wants Y/n as a friend.

To be true to herself, Jungeun was grateful for Jinsol's return. She was excited to see and to be with her again. That's why she didn't understand this sudden change in her emotions.

But is it truly happened suddenly? What if she simply managed to miss the shift in her feelings?

Soon after, they headed back to the cafeteria. Jungeun appears to be more okay after their talk in the garden. She mentally thanked Sooyoung for listening and giving her advice. Yves enters the cafeteria first so their friends will think that they did not come together.

Haseul and the others decided to have a study hang-out later after dismissal to prepare more for the upcoming exams, and Jinsol decided to also tag along. This has been their routine since before. They will always study in Haseul's room and tutor each other.

They did not forget to invite you to join them later, but because you already have plans, you politely rejected them. Well, you kinda avoiding Jungeun too, so.

On Tuesday, the school announced that the classes will only be half day because teachers have meetings and so students can prepare for their midterm exams tomorrow.

Jungeun messaged you if it was possible to meet you but she only received, "I can't. I still have a ton of work to do. Let's talk when the exams are over. Good luck!".

She has no other choice than to study and prepare more for the exams. While she was putting out her notes on the table, her phone flashed up and shows a message from Jinsol.

"Jungeun, can I come over? Let me help you review for the exams just like before :)"

Jungeun responded, feeling more motivated to review than before, "Sure, take care."

This was their routine before every exam. In particular, in calculus, Jinsol tutors Jungeun on the topics she struggles with. She imparts to Jungeun some techniques that will make it simpler for her to answer and assess the problem. For Jungeun, she was a big help because she understood the lesson much better than her teacher's discussion.

Soon later, Jungeun's mother notified her and let her know that Jinsol had come. To begin tutoring her, she invited Jinsol to come to her room.

"What subject are you having trouble with? "Jinsol enquired as Jungeun was lending her trigonometry notebook and notes.

"This," Jungeun answered her.

The girl who likes math starts to analyze the problem on Jungeun's notes and tried to solve it on the other sheet of paper before proceeding with teaching the latter.

The two have gone through this cycle. Before teaching Jungeun how to answer the problem correctly, Jinsol will attempt to solve it herself. Then, Jinsol will assess Jungeun's understanding of the subject after giving the other girl a practice exercise.

Jungeun is having a hard time comprehending the topic's content making her completely get rid of her other problems.

Their study session was interrupted when Jungeun's mother knocked on her door to deliver some food. Jinsol and Jungeun moved away the items that were on the table to make room for the food that her mom brought to them, so they could start getting ready and eating the food.

Jinsol was very happy right now. Every small memory that they shared before, she wants to do it again. She longs to be back with Jungeun. She sincerely hopes that Jungeun would still hold a special place in her heart for her.

But, Jinsol is certain that something has changed, though. Even though they have only been together for a few days, she already feels it deeply and in many ways. Jungeun is the kind of girl who enjoys showering love on others. She likes expressing her emotions through physical touches. Because of this, Jinsol was a little disappointed when she returned, and Jungeun was not as clingy as she had been. They were used to constantly holding each other's hands.

It would be unreasonable for her to demand an instant favor, considering that it was her fault for the changes she was experiencing.

Jinsol already acknowledged that Jungeun might no longer be in love with her, just as she told you. Naturally, it causes her heart to hurt terribly. She does love Jungeun, but she made a mistake. Her behavior clearly shows that she is undeserving of her. Her unwise choice ultimately caused her heartache.

Jinsol broke the silence and calls the latter, "Jungeun..."

"Mhmm?" Jungeun stopped eating her food and looked at Jinsol.

"Is there someone else?" She murmured, slightly scared of what Jungeun's answer would be.

The other girl gave her a questionable look since she didn't hear it clearly, "What?"

"Is there already someone else in your heart?" Jinsol said louder than her voice earlier, before looking her directly in the eyes.

Jinsol's glares towards her were averted by Jungeun. She didn't say a word for the entire minute. She does not know how to answer because she is still not sure. She is still unsure about her feelings. Jinsol is still focusing on Jungeun, who is inadvertently fiddling with her food.

She doesn't need the answer to her question. Based on how Jungeun acts, Jinsol already has it.

"You don't need to answer... U-uhh We should eat so we can continue the review." She grinned bitterly to the latter, who was still avoiding her stares. Jungeun nodded silently and proceeds on finishing her food.

Upon completing all the food that her mother had prepared for them, they did resume the review. After that rather awkward incident, nobody dares to speak again unless it's about the exam.

Jungeun's brain began to hurt from the amounts of information she had taken in after studying for nearly the whole day. She started to complain to Jinsol that she couldn't take it anymore but the other girl only laughed at her.

They organized all of her notes that were scattered across the table. Jungeun collapsed onto her bed after having an extremely exhausting day. She seems like she'll pass off quickly.

Jinsol, on the other hand, is observing her actions in silence with a small smile on her face. It's still too early in the afternoon to call it a day, so she starts to remember some of the activities they used to do.

"Lippie, Do you want to go out?" she suggests then caused the latter to open her eyelids.

Jungeun said, "Where are we going?". The pillow muffles her voice.

"Maybe, in the Hangang River? That was our usual spot." After remembering those moments, Jinsol responded with a faint smile.

Initially hesitant, Jungeun eventually accepted.

She wants to go back there to realize things, and finally have answers to her dilemma.

Aside from that, It was what she had previously hoped for, to visit that park once more with Jinsol.

She misses spending time in that park with the person who first made it special. She used to come here just to witness the sunrise with Jinsol enjoying the ambiance of the park in the early morning. They will have their breakfast picnic while watching the sun begin to rise and reveal its warm colors, which will soon fill the entire sky for the rest of the day.

At certain times, there aren't many people in the park. Most of them were older people strolling their dogs or getting their daily exercise.

Returning to the present, the travel to the park was quite enjoyable. As it always was, jokes and laughing could be heard throughout Jinsol's car. They looked back on their past experiences at this park.

When they arrived at Hangang Park, there appeared to be an event because numerous stalls had been set up in a particular part of the park. They both decided to look through each one to see if there was anything they could buy.

After checking, Jungeun said that they should rent a bike already. She's been looking forward to it since earlier. Jinsol chuckled at her and grabbed Jungeun's hand and they began to start walking towards the rent station.

Jungeun remembered how she loved holding Jinsol's hand every time. They used to stroll this park hand in hand. No one is willing to remove each other's palms. This small gesture was enough to make her feel secure during those times.

That afternoon they spend all of the time enjoying each other's presence after longing for so much. They both agreed that they should do the activities they used to do in the park before.

She is beginning to sense that this park has become a significant part of her life. She had many memories of events that had taken place here. Regardless matter whether it's in the morning or the afternoon, it has wonderful memories that she will cherish forever.

Looking at the sunset holding their ice cream in cups, Jinsol and Jungeun sat on a bench in front of the river when the tiredness starts to kick in from strolling.

As the sun began to sets, the magnificent rosy color is spreading across the whole calm sky. Jungeun suddenly remembers you. Unknowingly her mind leads her to the memory of that day.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Jungeun was brought back to reality when Jinsol asked her.

She looked at the other girl who was grinning at her, "Just remember someone," she whispered.

"What made you remember them?" Jinsol replied then took a bite of her ice cream.

"The sunset." the latter answered slightly shaking her head. Jungeun puts her attention on her dessert before it melts.

Jinsol hummed briefly looked at her and then to the sky.

"She loves sunsets," Jungeun starts to reminisce about every moment she was with you, "and I'm starting to love it too." she continues her statement by looking at the bright pink sky.

Jinsol noticed how Jungeun's lips turns upward. This is like the first time of the day she saw the other girl smile genuinely. She has been noticing since lunch that Jungeun is slightly distracted. Don't get her wrong, but the way she smiles right now is very different than earlier.

Jinsol got intrigued by this so she asks, "tell me more about her."

"Hmm, she's wonderful. A wonderful companion and buddy. She took good care of me, and I was deeply grateful for that." the other girl stated.

They were still eating their ice cream but Jinsol can taste the bitterness on her tongue.

Getting lost in the beautiful scenery that the sunset gives to her, Jungeun begins to describe the aspects of you that she finds interesting. She was completely unaware of Jinsol's stares or the other noises coming from the busy park.

"We prefer different things, so I didn't even assume that we would get along. However, she disregards her preferences so I can choose what I enjoy." Jungeun giggles when she remembers that you hate sweet foods but still buy them for her.

"She became my comfort when I was longing for your presence. And, it made me feel a different type of warmth deep in my chest every time I'm with her."

Jinsol smiled bitterly as she hears those words from the person she dearly loves.

It looks like I have my answer to my question earlier.

"She's also selfless." A deep sigh left Jungeun's lips remembering your message.

"How can you say that she is?" Jungeun turns to look at Jinsol.

Because she chooses to let me go to be with you.

She wants to say it to Jinsol, but it's not right to say it to her.

Jinsol doesn't know anything.

Instead, she answers with, "Because she's been unselfish with me."

Jinsol couldn't do anything than nod her head and absorb all of the words that Jungeun says.

"I want to return all of the good things she has done for me." Jungeun continued.

And I badly want to be with her side forever.

Like a strike of lightning, her unexpected insight provides the answer to her dilemma.

A long silence falls between the two of them.

They both didn't notice how the sky erased the trace of the magnificent sunset and replaced it with a dim shade of gray.

"I think we should go home. It's getting colder." Jinsol suggests and gave the latter a half-smile. She got up from her seat and slightly remove the dirt off her pants.

Jungeun doesn't understand what Jinsol said. She just nodded with an absent mind and followed her.

To Jungeun, everything fell silent. All that can be heard in her head is the noise of her thoughts.

I like her

She is now certain of what she says to herself. These three words are constantly repeating inside her mind.

Your love is like wine for Jungeun.

A wine that gave her a bittersweet taste that she's afraid to spit out yet finds too good to swallow.

The taste that she knows; she will look for, the moment it's gone.

And she's willing to take the risks to relive the experience.

Being drowned in her thoughts, Jungeun didn't notice that they already reached their house. Jinsol opened the door for her which made her back to reality.

Jinsol was patiently waiting for her as she got off the car and closes its door, "Goodbye, Lippie. Thank you for spending some time with me again. I missed it so much."

"Thank you too. I needed that tutor and the hang-out in the park. It helps me a lot." Jungeun answered her and smiled back.

Jinsol nods and gave her a faint smile, "You should go inside."

Jungeun's stares focus on the ground and she slightly nibbles the inside of her pocket.

"Uhm, Jinsol?" the shaky whisper left her lips.

"yes?" The said girl answered her.

She knows she's certain about this, but she was unclear about Jinsol's reaction, "I'm sorry, but I like someone else already. She is leaving, so I don't want to miss what may be my final chance.", she said giving an apologetic look at her.

To her surprise, Jinsol just chuckles and pinch her cheeks. "It's fine, Lippie. She's the one you're talking about earlier, right?" heck, Jinsol knows to herself that it was a fake chuckle.

"Yes," Jungeun murmured.

Jinsol stares at the stars in the stars when she felt her tears starting to build up. She expected this to happen. But she didn't know how hurt this could be, even though she was ready. Her awareness of who she had fallen made the heartache deeper.

She clears her throat and tried to say something without breaking her voice, "You should go inside." She smiled softly and tapped Jungeun's arm.

As Jungeun observed her eyes, they appeared to be slightly glistening. She knew that these were the tears that were going to come.

She just nodded her head and turned around to go inside.

Jungeun felt sorry for Jinsol.

She knows how it hurts because she'd experienced it.

I'm sorry but I know what I feel towards her is real, so I'm taking my chance.

Jungeun muttered to herself, walking towards their door.

The moment Jungeun entered their house, Jinsol felt a tear escape from her eye. She smiled bitterly and sniffs silently, "Why am I crying? I knew that this would happen. It's my fault after all," she said blaming herself.

She took the cuff of her jacket to wipe her tears. Jinsol inhaled deeply and starts to drive back home.

Jinsol reflected on their earlier times spent together. All of their moments seem to be replaying in her head like an old record. Then, a bittersweet feeling overcame her.

It was right, "The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday".

she said to herself, alone in her car.

Friday is the most anticipated day of the week. After a grueling three-day exam, everyone is now celebrating its completion. Because the examinations are finally over, Haseul and the others decided to give you a farewell party at Yves' condo. They all want to hang out with you again now that they know you're leaving, as they found out last Wednesday.

In all honesty, Haseul, Vivi, and Jiwoo were pouting over the fact that they were the only ones who were unaware of your early departure. They just know that you're busy because of the upcoming midterms, not because you're also organizing your papers.

Jungeun anticipates this day as well. She was expecting finally see you and talk to you, which made her both anxious and delighted.

Additionally, realizing that she's now sure that she likes you caused her heartbeat to become more erratic. The thought of seeing you again causes her heart to beat rapidly. She misses you badly because, since you arrived in Korea, this seems to be the longest period she has been apart from you.

Yves, Jiwoo, and Jungeun were assigned to buy the drinks, chips, and other snacks. Haseul and Vivi are the ones that will prepare for the venue, and cook some meals. While you and Jinsol both decided to buy boxes of pizza and flavored fried chickens.

When the two of you arrived at Yves' apartment, her living room was already decorated, and Haseul and Vivi were plating the food they had cooked. You set the pizza boxes on the counter and proceed to the living room. On the couch, Jinsol is already grinning while checking something on her phone.

"What are you watching?" you asked curiously.

You saw the smiling girl show you her phone. It was a cute but corny TikTok video.

You muttered to her, "That was corny." teasing her because she is so entertaining to make fun of.

Jinsol gave you a gentle elbow and stated, "You just have no fun." She then continued watching other TikTok videos.

You got up to the kitchen to assist the other two in preparing the food.

Jinsol is still bitter about you since she doesn't sure if you feel the same way about Jungeun. She is aware, however, that she is solely responsible for this. She views you as a sister, thus she is unable to resist you or become upset with you. Despite the pain in her heart, she just wants to be happy for Jungeun no matter what happens.

"Hi, is there something I can help you guys with?" You ask the couple.

"Can you get some plates on the cabinet and wash them?" Vivi asks you with her charming smile.

"Sure." You smiled back and did the task.

While cleaning the dishes and utensils. You could hear the three arrive. As soon as she entered, Jiwoo gave the entire group a cheery greeting. Yves let out giggles because of her girlfriend.

To set the chips and other snacks on the middle table, Yves headed to the living room. She and Jinsol nod at each other in greeting.

The alcoholic beverages and juice were delivered to the kitchen by Jungeun and Jiwoo. Jungeun and you exchanged shy glances for a brief moment. The tinge of crimson red may be seen on Jungeun's face. She wants to hug you right now, but it would be weird.

You muttered a trembling "Hello," unsure of how to approach her following your confession.

Before putting the drinks in the fridge, she uttered a brief "Hi."

Following a brief exchange of greetings, you bring the dishes into the living room so that you can begin eating. You had considered returning to the kitchen to assist Jungeun, but you noticed Jinsol get up and head there instead.

You wonder whether they are already glad to be together once more. After all, you let her go for a reason, among others. A tiny bit of jealousy seeped into your heart.

You felt a nudge on your arm. "What's up?", It was Yves with her gorgeous smile asking

"I'm fine, how about you and the others?" You smiled at her too.

"I'm fine too, I don't know the others." She answered with a sly tone.

When you're going to follow up on her response, Jiwoo cuts you off. She hands a platter to each of you.

"Let's eat!" She said beaming.

Looking around, you've just noticed that the others are holding their plates.

Your dinner was quickly followed by the small party. Everyone was enjoying themselves and was concentrating on playing cards. Wave after wave of laughing, argument, and shouting flooded Yves' apartment. Jiwoo, Jinsol, and Jungeun did most of the shouting as they became engrossed in the UNO game.

Most of the time, you and Vivi are the only ones doing anything but laughing while this chaos unfolds. This scene occurs frequently, regularly. On the other hand, Jungeun constantly steals and looks your way. Because you also continued doing this to her, you always caught her glancing your way.

Even though you're all having fun, your interactions are nonetheless awkward.

This was observed by Yves, but every time she witnessed the two of you acting strangely, she simply grinned and shook her head. Jinsol observed this encounter as well and believes that you and Jungeun have something going on.

After almost 10 rounds of UNO, Haseul thought that it is time to play the drinking game. It was a card game that involves alcoholic drinks. The cards contain dares, questions, and the statement "you drink".

Yves requests your company while she goes to grab the drink. and you replied, "Of course," to her.

As you stood up, you followed the girl in her behind.

Jungeun continued to fixate on you before you left her line of sight. She's already interested in speaking with you, but the timing is awful.

"Go get the tequila. I'll just cut some lemons and get some iodine salt." She commanded you. You nodded your head and proceed on getting the drink.

To grab the tequila, you opened the refrigerator. As well as the cupboard where you find the shot glasses.

When you had everything you needed, you returned to Sooyoung, who was chopping some lemons. The salt was already placed on the saucer when you got beside her.

"You were very awkward with each other," Sooyoung says as you observe her in silence.

She was so sudden, you went, "Huh?"

"Tss, I said, you and Jungeun are awkard." She gave you a quick glimpse before turning back to the lemon.

"W-well...I don't know." You whispered.

Sooyoung just mentally faces palmed before placing the lemon slices on the platter. After placing all of the dirty dishes in the sink, She grabs the plate and saucer,

You took this as a sign to go back to the living room.

Cheers can be heard once more in the living room.

"We don't need to finish the bottle of tequila", Haseul, the group's mother, reminds everyone. "If you start feeling tipsy, it's alright to quit," she says.

After confirming her request, everyone gathered back in a circle around the center table. Vivi shuffles the deck while secretly anticipating who would be the first to get drunk.

Since everyone had a shot before the game began, it appears that the others have plans to become inebriated. Since she still wants to talk to you, Jungeun has decided not to play the game and may instead take only a shot tonight.

However, you chose to enjoy yourself because this will be your final night with them and you have a strong tolerance for alcohol. You also feel the need to drink due to the complicated of your love life.

You all took turns selecting a card from the deck. Jinsol was given the challenge to consume one slice of lemon and chew it for one minute. Based on the card she was chosen, Vivi must take a shot. Jiwoo was given the challenge to stop her mouth till it was her turn once more. The "no shot until your turn" card was also dealt to you.

After about two rounds of playing with the card, everyone decided to quit because they were all starting to feel dizzy. Even though they were already dozing off, they insisted on watching a movie. Only you and Jungeun are still sane. For you, Jiwoo, and her girlfriend to lay down on the carpeted floor, you moved the living room's center table. As you and the others rested, Jungeun went to grab some pillows and blankets for you and the others.

This made your heart flutter with joy.

In the middle of the movie, something on you wants to go out on Yves's balcony. You look at your friends who are soundly sleeping beside you. Gently getting up from laying down, you go out assuming that all of your friends were deep asleep.

Half sleeping, Jungeun awoke to see someone approaching the television. She looked over at her friends who were lying down and saw that you weren't there. The girl immediately rose and turned to search for you. She noticed you leaning against the glass railing.

Jungeun went out to the balcony even though she knows that it was slightly cold.

The sound of the sliding door caught your attention. You felt your heart jumps because of joy and nervousness.

"It's cold you should go inside," You stated to the girl wrapped around a blanket.

"I know but I want to talk with you." Jungeun said tackling herself more to keep warm.

Although you are a little unsure of what she wants to discuss with you, you are aware that you are interested in talking with her as well.

Nodding to her, "So, how are your test results?" you ask opening a topic to talk to.

"It was hard but, yeah, they were all finished." Jungeun answered looking at the city lights.

You haven't seen her for a week now. Without a doubt, you missed her company and admire her inherent beauty. You can tell she was sleepy by looking at her face, but despite this, she is still awake.

To avoid her noticing that you are staring at her, you turn your gaze elsewhere.

Silence falls between the two of you.

On the other hand, Jungeun is very nervous about what she would like to say to you. She can feel the tension building in her chest.

Looking at the cars below you, you can feel that she start to stare at you.

"I like you." she whispered but this is enough for you to understand what she said.

Looking back at her, you chuckle and give a little headshake before saying, "I'm not Jinsol."

Jungeun stated to you with certainty, "I know and I like you for who you are."

A portion of your heart blossoms with hope. You can feel it in the way that your stomach turns over and your heart begins to race. But you don't believe her since you thought she was simply playing with you because she was tired.

"Stop. You're just making me hope that it was true."

"Y/n, I'm not lying. I no longer love her. It was you—the person for whom my heart seeks."

"I'm sorry, It's hard to believe, Jungeun. Is this about my confession—"

Jungeun, cut you off, "It's not about it, Y/n. I genuinely like you. You've been in my mind and dreams. My genuine feelings are for you. I initially believed they were for Jinsol."

You don't know what to reply to her because you can see in her eyes and feel in her voice that these were all real and nothing but pure honesty.

After saying what she wanted to say, Jungeun felt a slight sense of relief.

Your heart has fully blossomed with hope, and joys are now enveloping it. But then, your cousin comes to your mind.

"Does Jinsol knows about this?" you ask. The guilt is starting build-up.

Jungeun answered shortly after, "She knows, but didn't know it was you."

You turned your head aside as you tried to gather your thoughts.

"I don't know. This happens so fast for me, Jungeun. I'm leaving in a few days already. Think about it carefully. Let's talk before I leave." You said seriously.

A small "okay" was her reply.

Although Jungeun is aware that this is a quick occurrence for them, she still believes in her love for you. Additionally, she needs time to reflect on your leaving and other matters after this.

"Also, I want to concentrate on my studies because I have a great responsibility after I graduate from college," You added, slightly explaining to her what you want to happen even after this.

Once again the silence falls between the two of you.

Each minute, the number of cars on the road decreased indicating that it was getting late.

Your hearts felt as though they were about to pop when the sliding door opened and someone spoke.

"What are you two doing there in the cold?" It was Jinsol.

The two of you buffers didn't know what to say.

"U-Uhm we just talked but we're going inside already," you answered her with a thin smile. Jungeun nods along, taking a glance at you before turning to Jinsol.

Jinsol returns the nod and yawns before rubbing her eyes.

Jungeun and you exchanged glances before smiling briefly. You follow Jungeun as she enters the room, and locks the door.

It's now Tuesday afternoon, four days after the party. Moreover, it is the night before your departure. Jinsol started her first day back at school last Monday when the school restored its normal routine.

You paid a final visit to your relatives in Korea over the past weekend. They also decided to treat you to dinner wishing you luck and a safe trip back to your home country.

Since there haven't been many changes in your interactions with Jinsol, you assume that she is still unaware of your situation with Jungeun.

When your doorbell is rung, you are arranging your belongings in your luggage. You get up to open the door, but because it's lunchtime and everyone else is in school, you're not anticipating a visitor today.

To your surprise, it was your cousin that come to your apartment.

"You are now skipping classes, Jeong Jinsol?" you playfully said to her.

Jinsol laughed at you and went inside your apartment saying, "I asked Miss Jung if I can go help you with your stuff, and she gladly agreed."

She has already observed the clutter in your living room. Your sofa is covered in a few stacks of clothing, and there are three pieces of baggage on the ground. Jinsol begins to organize part of your clothing and fold it so that it will fit more compactly in the bag.

You went to your room to get a pile of the books you had purchased while in Korea.

"Are your documents and plane ticket ready?" Jinsol asks while still folding your clothes.

Sitting on the couch adjacent to her, and answered. "Yes, I already arranged them last week. I only have to pack up my things now."

You keep organizing your books. "When did you start packing", Jinsol ask

"Last night." You said and got up again to get some other things in your room.

She stares worriedly at you as you return to the living room, "Did you get enough sleep?"

"Well, kinda. I had other things to do last night, so."

Jinsol has stop putting your clothes in the luggage when she heard your answer.

"You've been sleeping late these past weeks, Y/n. That's not good. Oh, and before I forgot, I'll send you tomorrow at the airport."

You nod to her statement, "I know, I'm just thinking some other things."

"Is this about Jungeun?" Jinsol abruptly said.

You froze for a brief second and questioned if Jinsol knew enough about it.

"I know that it was you, Y/n." She said to you like she had read your mind, " and I'm not mad." she continued.

"I-I'm sorry." this came out naturally from you.

"Don't be. It's not your fault to fall for her." She said and gave an assuring smile.

Because of your guilt for your cousin, you gulped and said, "W-well, It was late when I realize that she was the one you're talking about, but I promised it's not my intention to fall for her."

She had known it was you ever since Jugeun first described you to her in the park. Considering that she has known this aspect of you since you were a child. Furthermore, she noticed how serious you two appeared to be when she saw you on Yves' balcony having a conversation.

Jinsol gives you a small smile and says, "I know, Y/n. I just want to be happy for both of you. She deserves better, and I know it's you."

She meant these words. She values both of you greatly because you and Jungeun played significant roles in her life. Although Jinsol is aware that it would be difficult for her to move on, she will do her best for the two of you.

Well, it works out extremely well for you. You immediately felt relieved as your concern for Jinsol disappeared.

"Is this what you guys talked about last Friday?"

"But, I told her that it happens so quickly and she should think about it more", you replied, slightly shaking your head.

"Just trust Jungeun—" she was interrupted when the sound of your door alarm filled the apartment.

The video intercom shows the girl she was about to say.

Your heart skips a beat the moment you saw her.

"Oh, she's here. You two should talk again. I'll go now and be back later at night." Jinsol smiled at you one last time.

You walked her up to the doorway before she opens it.

Jungeun was startled when she saw you and Jinsol opening the door.

"H-hi." she left a small greeting to both of you.

Jinsol greeted back with a wave and let Jungeun come in.

After locking eyes, you and Jungeun flashed a smile at one another.

"Have a seat." You said to her offering your sofa.

"Thank you, but I'm not going to be here for very long", Jungeun politely declined your offer, saying, "I only want to give you this." She then handed you a piece of paper and said, "I hope you'll read it after your departure."

You take a small red envelope that you assume is a letter.

Feeling your heart sparkling with curiosity and joy about what the letter would be.

"T-thanks," you say, blushing a little on your cheeks.

With embarrassment, Jungeun rubs her nape. "Y/n, I want you to know that I'm really sure of my feelings for you. I know it appears as if it happens fast but the truth is that I didn't realize it sooner. You're right, We should focus more on our goal for ourselves and I'm ready to wait for you no matter what. Let's not hurry the thing about us because if we are really for each other, we are till the end." Jungeun felt weak because her heart was full of delight.

Is it possible to fall in love with someone you've just known for a short while?

To Jungeun, it is. She experienced a different surge of joy while she was with you. She felt her soul was captivated by the warmth of your presence. She felt so domesticated just being around you because you are her home.

You immediately felt as though your soul were being taken to heaven after hearing Jungeun's statement. Your delight caused your hearts to soar.

You cannot stop yourself anymore and hugged Jungeun so tightly. The two of you haven't been this close to each other in a very long time.

"I'm very thankful for assuring me, Jungeun. You don't know how much these words mean a lot to me."

Jungeun hid her face on your shoulder and hugged you back.

She cannot feel her chest anymore. It's too numb because of how happiness and gratification.

That afternoon your hearts were so close to each other, beating in the same rhythm.

It feels like your heartbeats became one.

Jinsol sent you to the airport as she had promised yesterday. Before they left for school, your other friends met you at your apartment. You hugged each of them individually and made a promise to visit them when you have time.

The last person to give you a final, tight hug was Jungeun. She gives you a cheeky kiss on the cheek. You briefly felt frozen, but you immediately tightened your embrace of her.

"I'll miss you," you said whispering to her ear.

When Jungeun felt your breath near her ear, she shivered a little and said, "I'll miss you too."

You are currently on your way to your home country. Opening your bag, you saw the red letter that Jungeun gave to you. Without a doubt, you read it.

To Y/n,

I'm sure you were on your way home by the time you read this letter. I do hope that you'll arrive home safe and sound.

We've settled down a few things here. I'll always keep our promise, and I do hope you'll do the same.

You don't have to be concerned with all of the problems that disturb you. Although time and distance may be a challenge, I am confident that we will always find a way to return to each other's arms.

I'm grateful that the universe allowed our tiny paths to cross. I never would have imagine meeting someone as wonderful as you. I was at my lowest point when you met me. My life was completely soulless and lifeless before you arrived, and I'm pleased you're here now.

A typical human heart beats over 3 billion times throughout their lifetime, but every time I see you, my heart skips a beat, depriving me of the normal amount of heartbeats. How long have I kept myself isolated and terrified of all of these? But this time, I'm willing to take a chance on something genuine. Since I am aware that the greatest love of all is that which the heart may feel but the eyes can not see.

Y/n, forever I will stay with you.

With you, and only you.

For the three years, everyone has been doing very well in their college life. Even though they're studying in different cities, they always find a way to have time together.

Additionally, you keep your promise to pay them a visit when you get the chance. But finding time is never easy due to the time difference and everyone's schedule.

Similarly, Jungeun and you experienced this. You solely communicated through Messaging for the first several months that you were apart from one another. There are times when you glance out your window, and all you see are dark skies and stars, even though you can see the sunset in the background.

But you have a great plan.

The sun is already setting when Jungeun reached her apartment. Opening her door she can already smell the food that is being cooked.

Grinning to herself she thought it was her best friend again surprising her a visit. When she removed her shoes she couldn't recognize the shoes laying on her shoe rack. Additionally, it looks like newly bought shoes too.

"Yah, Jiwoo you didn't inform me again—" she immediately stop in her tracks and was very surprised at what she was seeing.

"Surprise? I guess." You said slightly chuckling before putting down the ladle and turning off the stove

Before you even had a chance to turn around, you felt two arms firmly around your waist. You hold her hands while giggling at her and try to ease them a little so you can turn around and hug her as well.

Jungeun pressed her face on your neck while holding you so dearly.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and gently laughed as you whispered, "I'm not going anywhere, Kim."

"I miss you so much," She said softly. You began to rub her back when you felt a dump on your sleeve.

Kissing her temple, "don't cry."

After some minutes of hugging each other in the middle of her kitchen, Jungeun wiped her tears and sniffled.

"Let's eat, I already cooked your favorite food." You said to her smiling. She nods to you and holds your hand.

You two primarily discussed college life over dinner. She questioned what you were doing in Seoul when you were supposed to be at school today. You explained that you are taking advanced courses so you can graduate faster than planned, which is why you didn't frequently visit them during your holidays.

Because you didn't inform Jungeun of your plan, she acts like she was annoyed. However, she secretly felt touched and proud of you for working so hard to get back to Korea.

Following supper, the two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch, feeling at ease. While you two are watching a random television program, Jungeun is resting her head against your chest. Her hair is being caressed by one of your hands as the other is snugly around hers.

Before you both turn in for the night, you two agree to watch the sunrise the following morning.

You haven't been to the Hangang River in a very long time.

The last time you went here was the point at which you realized Jungeun would never truly be yours and that you would have to let her go.

But it looks like the universe has a different plan for both of you.

The moon is setting. You and Jungeun are peacefully strolling down the park's path while casually holding hands.

The warmth in your heart radiates from the heat of your palms against one another.

You two sat down on a seat as the morning sky began to reveal its serene pastel hues. Now that it is awake, the sun is prepared to present everyone with a memorable day.

The sun's dazzlingly bright light reflects Jungeun's face as she looks at her.

You want to wake up to this view each morning.

"Jungeun," you called her softly.

The girl looked at you cutely raising one of her eyebrows and smiling, "hmm?"

"Can I be your girlfriend?" You've been dying to ask her this question for a very long time.

You felt a tight squeeze of your hand.

Jungeun looks at you and playfully says, "The sunrise is beautiful, isn't it?"

This statement made you laugh, and answered her, "It is." while nodding your head.

She smiled at you before leaning in.

"Then, it's a yes."

Those were the last words you heard before you felt her soft lips on yours.

It taste like a wine.

The wine of her affection.

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years ago

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The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

***

"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

#maneskin #maneskin imagine #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio fiction #ethan torchio x you #maneskin fiction #smut #my writings #ethan torchio

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strawberrystrangers · 3 years ago

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Little, Teeny Crush | sebastian stan

Synopsis: Chris and Sam hook you and Sebastian up on Chris’ birthday night out, knowing you like him.

A/N: This is really rough for my first piece lol but hope you enjoy anyway. Requests are open for Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans/Tom Holland related topics. I have a few of my own story ideas I’m putting out, so if you do request bear with me.

“I honestly hope he doesn’t come,” you say, twirling the straw in your drink as a hopeful distraction. You focus on the ice cubes that circle the glass, feeling your chest pulsating at the same pace. It was June and that meant, really, only one thing: Chris demanding a night out for his birthday. You and Anthony had already planned the night, intending it as a surprise, but Chris ended up finding out and wanted to stay updated. So, now, the three of you were sat in The Wooden Crown Arms—because Chris always had an interest in British pubs—in a booth in the corner, waiting for Sebastian to arrive… Well, they were waiting, you were dreading.

“Why?” Anthony asks, sitting opposite you and laughing. “He’s just late, what’s he ever done to you?”

An already tipsy Chris giggles. “She has a little crush on him,” he points at you and then boops your nose. “A little, teeny crush.”

You roll your eyes and try to suppress a laugh. “I’m gonna need a lot more to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Evans.”

“A crush?” Anthony leans closer to you from across the table excitedly. “Really?”

Before you can reply, you watch Sebastian walk through the entrance on the other end of the room. “Shut up,” you say. “He’s coming over.”

Chris turns around but Sebastian still hasn’t seen you guys. “Oh, you mean Sebastian Stan?” He says loudly, almost falling off the seat. Anthony manages to pull him back before he completely hits the ground.

That’s when Sebastian sees you.

He only looks at you first and it’s like the two of you are having some film-like slow-motion moment. But then Chris’ loud voice breaks it, and he engulfs Sebastian in a hug. You feel Sebastian still looking at you but you try and keep your focus on Anthony, too worried that you’ll blush if you look long enough.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he says, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushes yours and you gulp, but he seemingly ignores it, greeting Anthony across the table. “Traffic was a bitch.”

“I think Y/N wants you to say that last part again,” Chris giggles. You widen your eyes at him and grit your teeth. Fuck.

“Why?” Sebastian is looking right at you, obviously waiting for an answer but you can’t meet his eyes—and you see Chris staring, evidently manifesting you to look at each other.

Still looking at Chris, you say, “My hearing is really bad in this place. I just didn’t catch it.”

“Right,” Seb laughs in confusion. “I guess I’m gonna need a lot to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Chris.”

Anthony and Chris turned to you, eyes wide at Sebastian’s similar line to yours earlier.

“It’s a common phrase, guys,” you sigh.

“A what?” Sebastian laughs confused again.

“Common phrase.”

“A common phrase?”

“We said the same thing,” you explain. “They think it means something. I think it means Chris is too drunk already.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/N! Look, it’s like this… when you have a time and you have a moment, it’s going to be pretty interesting.”

“Chris, what the fuck are you saying?” You laugh.

Sebastian laughs. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Anyone want another?” He looks at Anthony, who shows his full bottle, and then to Chris, and Anthony shakes his head. Then he finally looks at you, and you finally look back at him which causes your stomach to feel like a whole circus.

“Southern Comfort and lemonade.” You smile.

He nods and heads towards the bar. As soon as he’s out of sight, you lean across the table. “I should smack you both, what are you doing!”

“Did you just say you’ll smack us?” Chris giggles.

Anthony ignores Chris and says, “Trying to hook you up.”

“You don’t even know if he’s attracted to me. Can you not put me out there when I haven’t done it myself? I can’t handle rejection. Especially not from someone as hot as Sebast—“

“Here you go.” Sebastian sings, sliding your drink towards you. “Got you a straw too, saw you had one in your last drink.”

In unison, Chris and Anthony shout, “Gentleman!”

“This is so weird,” Sebastian laughs. “I love it.”

***

Chris and Sebastian are deep in conversation while you and Anthony scan the food menu for snacks. Sebastian stretches his arm across the back of the booth seat behind you—his focus still on Chris. Anthony’s eyes widen at you, face not really containing his excitement. You mouth to him to “chill out”.

“I need the bathroom!” Anthony bursts out abruptly. Everyone looks at him. “Yeah, I need the bathroom. Move Chris…”

After a short moment, Chris’ phone dings and he looks at it. Then he quickly looks up, grinning at both you and Sebastian. You give Chris a look of, don’t you fucking dare leave me alone with him. But his grin only grows larger.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

You sigh, “did Anthony just text—“

“I just have to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it any longer, I guess.”

And then he’s gone… leaving you and Sebastian left alone. With his arm still behind your head, he taps the seat with his fingers and you feel your heartbeat get faster. You’re getting nervous—or rather more nervous than before. You can hear his fingers on the leather so close by your ear.

“Y/N?” He says, and you snap out of your daze. “Were you not listening?” He laughs, a smile wide on his face.

“I don’t think I was, I’m sorry. Say that again.”

“I was asking if you were having a good time.”

“I’m having a great time.” You’re still facing frontwards but you notice and feel Sebastian turn his body towards you. “What about you?” You give a quick glance and then sip your drink again.

“I’m having a good time…” he’s chuckling to himself. You can hear the leather squeaking as he’s shaking his leg. “I’m having a really good time, yeah.”

“Seems Chris is too,” you joke.

“Yeah,” he says. “Chris is definitely going for it tonight.”

“Yeah…”

“Why were they shouting my name when I first arrived?”

You gulp and hope he didn’t hear it. “They must have seen you come in.”

“They were facing you,” he says with a smile still on his face. “You were the one to see me. I saw you look at me and look away.” You drink faster through the straw. “Did you say something about me?” He laughs.

You choke as you swallow your drink, coughing and catching the attention of the other people in the bar. He rubs your back and puts a hand on your arm. “Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”

“Are you okay?” When he asks this, you turn to him. Properly looking at him now and you wonder if you can trust yourself. While looking at him, you notice one of his collar sides is sticking up. You unfold it and caress it down so it’s in its right place.

“Sorry,” you say overly apologetic. You completely forgot where you were for a moment. “It was bugging me. One side up. One side down.”

He just stays smiling and shakes his head. “No problem, I liked it… I mean, I appreciated it. Appreciated it, yeah.”

He’s looking at you in the eyes and you don’t think you’ve ever met someone who makes such great eye contact like him. It’s making you nervous again. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, licking his lips every now and then.

Then you move your hands down to the hem of his top, twisting it around your fingertip to ease your nerves. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods.

He moves his free hand—with his other still in the back of the booth seat behind you—onto your thigh, his thumb gently caressing the inside of it. “Is this okay?” He asks and you nod. You feel your insides becoming giddy, goosebumps forming across your skin.

Just as you think Sebastian is leaning in, Anthony approaches the table and you retract your hand from his shirt but his hand stays still on your thigh.

“I’m gonna give Chris a ride home,” he says. “He’s gone a little bit overboard. You two good, here?”

You nod. “Yeah, I’ll grab a cab home.”

“We can share and split the cost,” Sebastian says. “Then we know you get home safe.”

***

The cab finally pulls up outside your apartment building, and you hesitate for a moment. The rain is pattering on the car windows and with your light alcoholic buzz, everything feels so calm and soothing.

“You okay?” He asks.

You want to ask him up, but you don’t want to feel rejected. Maybe you were imagining the moment in the bar?

“I’d like that,” he says.

You’re brought out of your thoughts, “Huh?”

“Coming up to your apartment,” he laughs.

“Did I say that out loud?”

He nods, laughing. “Did you not mean to?”

The cab driver sighs. “Look, man, this is cute and all but I’m running gas, here. Are you getting out or not?”

Sebastian looks at you to make sure you want him to come up. You nod at him knowingly. He lets you out of the cab first before he paying the driver. When he exits, he puts a hand to the small of your back. You’re both quiet when you walk through the lobby and into the elevator—maybe it’s tension or maybe it’s just awkwardness. You’re not quite sure.

“Which number?” He asks.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you laugh. “It’s the third floor.”

He presses the button for number 3 and stands close by your side, his hand still on the small of your back. The doors open on your floor and you walk down the hall to your apartment, Sebastian now trailing behind you instead of beside you. You put the key in the lock and turn it, open the door.

“You’re not some secret serial killer, are you?” You ask. “Only you’re trailing behind me…”

“I figured I’d give you some space in case you felt like you wanted to slam the door in my face and not let me in.” He says this as he’s walking through the hallway of your apartment. When he sees your couch he asks if he can sit on it and you nod.

“Water or coffee?” You call to him from the kitchen.

“Coffee, please, Y/N.”

You walk into the room holding a glass of water for yourself and a coffee for Sebastian. You sit opposite him on the couch. “Tonight was fun,” you say.

“Very fun,” he agrees, sipping from the mug. Then there’s a moment of silence. “Did you like my hand on your thigh?”

“Did I?” You stutter nervously, taken aback by the question.

“I should really stop making you choke, shouldn’t I?” He chuckles. “So, did you? Like my hand on your thigh?”

“That’s a sexy way of asking for consent,” you giggle. “But I did, yeah.”

He looks at you deeply again, and you’re getting nervous again. “Would you like it…” he moves closer to you, and you do the same.

“I would,” you whisper.

He places the mug on the table and rests his hand on your thigh like earlier. His thumb gently caressing the inside of it.

***

Sebastian’s hand was cold when it slid up your body to rest his hand by your collar bone, his palm flat feeling your heartbeat get faster and faster, and his wrist resting between your boobs. His other hand slipped into your underwear, finger sliding down your slit.

“You’re soaking,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm. A jarring difference from his cold hands. “Have you been like this all night?”

You tilt your head back onto his shoulder. And he loves the sight, you in pleasure heaven, your neck on show for him, your body quivering back into his. “Have you been like this all night?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to make out. “Oh, daddy, yes. All night.”

“Good thing I came up to you, then?” He asks. “Are you glad I came up to you?” He emphasises the word “came” and he feels you clench against his finger.

“Not yet, baby, you don’t get me inside of you yet. Just be patient, baby.”

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #steve rogers imagine #peter parker imagine

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luminari-mc · 3 years ago

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im super excited that your requests are open Vel! i hope you get some that inspire you! 💗 as you know i love your writing so much!!

i actually have a request for you myself if that’s okay :)

would you be up for headcanons of Mammon, Levi, and Satan with an mc who laughs loudly? purely asking for my own self insert because i have a loud laugh hehe i also will get to laughing so hard ill get tears in my eyes and fall over or off of my seat 💀

-@barbabetos

I actually love it when people laugh loudly because it makes me want to laugh along with them and makes me more comfortable too! :)

Mammon, Leviathan and Satan with an MC who laughs loudly ☆

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Mammon 💛

Our local second-born demon is no stranger to being loud when it comes to express his happiness. So it's not too far-fetched to think that Mammon wouldn't be either weirded out or annoyed if you turned out to do the same!

He'd probably act annoyed by it at first and asking you to tone it down, but truth be told, it only lasts for a day or two. He falls pretty quickly, and is willing to admit defeat soon after.

Once you two become close enough, you can guarantee Lucifer will get even more gray hair because oh seven hells you're the most loud bunch in the entire house.

Even Levi's "bleep-bloop" music sounds relaxing compared to the constant cackle he hears in the hallways now.

Each time you laugh, it sounds like an invitation for Mammon to continue doing or saying what made you laugh in the first place. Your laughter is the equivalent of hearing coins bounce inside a heavy purse, if not more addictive to hear.

You'd actually have to tell him to stop making you laugh otherwise you might just pass out. It's just hard for him to do so when that big wide smile on your face is sending him tingles all across his scalp.

He'd remember each and every thing that sends you off just so he can hear you try to contain your laugh in the middle of a class because he whispered about some dumb stuff from a show. Good luck trying not to get the teacher's attention (and Lucifer's wrath).

Leviathan 🧡

Upon first hearing your laugh, he'd be surprised. Despite him being quite loud when he's happy or excited, he's also an anxious and socially awkward boy whose anxiety bubble needs to be popped! And what better needle to pop that bubble than a good loud laugh from his own player 2?

But once he realizes that the reason you're laughing is because you're hanging with him, he'd actually try to make you laugh as often as he could. Anything to see that wide smile spread across your face, and of course, he'd make sure you do that only when he's around.

Be prepared to receive some jokes and memes on your phone while you're hanging in the same room just so he can catch you off guard. Everytime your laughter bounces off the walls of his bedroom, he lives.

It would actually encourage him to laugh more often as well! Laughter is contagious, and yours is no exception. You were already making an effect on him, but seeing you being at your happiest makes him happy too.

He'd receive the occasional complaints from his brothers because they keep hearing the two of you laughing in his bedroom and jealousy would grow by a tenfold. He loves it.

Lots of wheezing and stomach cramps from the two of you while laid down on the floor from how much laughing you did. Stop it MC! He can't resist joining you if you're laughing that loud, he almost can't breathe himself (he secretly never wants you to stop).

He couldn't be more glad that you turned out to be this expressive, and to let him see this wild array of colors spread across your face all because of him.

Satan 💚

Due to having to restrain his wrath on a daily basis, Satan is usually appearing as a composed individual H24. While he's usually one to prefer silence, especially when it comes to reading books, he wouldn't mind your loud laugh.

Of course, he'd still require a silent environment when he needs one, but if you're laughing and he has the chance of being in your presence, he can only smile and literally bask in the happiness you're projecting.

Soon enough, he starts to actually crave your laugh more and more. He finds that it calms him down, and eases the wrath and need of destruction that swirls within him constantly. It becomes his best medicine.

You were already a source of comfort, but the melodious sound of your laugh entering his ears is a powerful way of making him drop all focus on something that angered him, and turn his frown into an enamored and pleased smile right on the spot.

Somedays he would try and purposely make you laugh, whether after collecting knowledge on what you find funny, or simply tickling you. And when he's feeling more chaotic, he'd come up with interesting tricks to pull on Lucifer or any of his other brothers to get a laugh out of you.

You become the only person he wouldn't get annoyed with for simply being loud while laughing. Satan's favorite thing is the beautiful, and a loud laughter isn't going to ruin the perfect image that you are in his eyes. If anything, it renders you even more beautiful.

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spencersawkward · 4 years ago

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omg I’m so excited you’re on here and taking requests!! do you think you could do something like baby Spence losing his virginity to a close friend & it’s like adorable, goofy, fluffy smut bc he cannot get over the fact that he’s actually having sex with someone

I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE-- TURN IT UP!!!

on a serious note, i'm so glad you asked for this one bc i really wanna add a scene like this in the fic i'm working on rn. i'm v excited.

summary: when the secret of Spencer's virginity gets accidentally spilled in front of the whole team, reader goes to check on him.

word count: 5.6k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Spencer Reid

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, fluff.

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hanging out with the team is easily the best part of the week. after spending days in Arizona with our focus entirely on the most recent case, my mind is practically ready to snap. I feel like I've been running on fumes, and when Penelope suggested we take the evening to hit our favorite bar, I was practically already out the door.

so now I'm sandwiched between JJ and Emily as we throw back our first shots of the night. my skin is already flushed with the elation of laughter, the pleasant thrum of conversation that surrounds us.

"that's bitter." JJ makes a face when she slams the empty glass on the table. I screw up my nose.

"why did we pick vodka?" I hate vodka.

"it gets the job done." Emily laughs. I shudder at the aftertaste that sits on my tongue.

Morgan wanders over, Pen on his arm while she totes a brightly colored pink alcohol. they're flirting as usual, but she pauses in her witticisms to grab my arm.

"we're playing truth or shot in that booth over there." she says to me, then gets the attention of the other two women. I let out a disbelieving laugh.

"truth or shot? like truth or dare but without the dare?"

"Reid, is that you?" Morgan says sarcastically. I slug him in the arm with a pout.

"be nice." but I'm giggling. he loops his arm through mine and we head back to the table, Penelope already starting a new conversation with JJ and Prentiss as they follow. Spencer is sitting in the booth with an Arnold Palmer, sipping from the straw like it's his job. I slide into the spot next to him.

"hi, you." I smile. "I haven't seen you at all tonight."

he holds up his glass. "I don't really drink."

"that's fine," I wave it off. "I just meant I wanted to hang out with you."

"oh." he smiles a little. "sorry."

"no big deal. you're here now." I shrug and turn to Pen as she calls my name.

"I'm gonna order a bottle. that okay?" she points to the bar with a mischievous smile. glancing once at Spencer and his slightly awkward position between Morgan and me, I make a snap decision.

"you know what? I think I'll just have a lemonade."

"you sure? Jayge said you spent the whole plane ride back talking about getting wasted--" Penelope's words cause a blush to spread over my face. I cut her off.

"I'm sure. thanks, Penny."

she nods. "of course, sweet cheeks."

I focus back on Reid, who is looking at me gratefully. he would never say it out loud, but I know he feels a little out-of-place sometimes. it's hard enough for him to come out with us to bars; the least I can do is be a sober friend. I open my mouth to start a conversation about an article I read the other day when Prentiss speaks.

"okay, so... who's ready?" her voice, always so certain, carries over the table. all of us make enthusiastic noises of assent, and she grins as Penelope returns with an armful of glasses. Derek gets up to grab the actual alcohol, and then when we're all settled in, the game begins.

"the rules are simple: you tell the truth, or you drink!" the tech analyst explains. the stakes for Spencer and me are lower, but that doesn't really matter. I'm excited to hear the team divulge their secrets.

"I'll start." Prentiss doesn't even hesitate before she looks at Morgan. "Derek, are you still sleeping with that one woman from sex crimes?"

Morgan raises his eyebrows at the question, irises flitting between Emily and the rim of his drink. there's a slight smirk on his face; he knows what a player he is and he's okay with flaunting it.

"Ally? no." he sighs. "things didn't end well between us."

"what? why?" I ask, eyes widening before I look around at everyone. "who is this woman?"

"cool your jets, sparky." Morgan teases me. "only one question per round."

"I'll tell you later." Prentiss raises her drink in my direction and winks.

"uh, no no." Morgan attempts to stop her, but JJ interrupts him.

"speaking of things not ending well," she says loudly. "Pen, why did you and Sam break up?"

"well," Penelope sticks her tongue between her teeth as she thinks it over with a devilish smile. her lips are a ruby red tonight, bright against her pale skin and big eyes. "to be completely honest, he just wasn't... doin' it for me. you know?"

"like--?" Emily glances down at her lap. Pen nods quickly and I snicker. JJ looks awestruck.

"I thought it was going so well."

"it was, but..." Penelope seems to genuinely think this over before she speaks. "if it's right, it just clicks. and it never clicked with Sam."

"profound." I compliment, high-fiving the high-energy blonde. we giggle before she turns to me with a glint in her eye.

"oh, do I have a plan for you," she smirks. "tell me, Y/N: if you had to sleep with one person on our team, who would it be?"

"women included?" I clarify, my cheeks suddenly on fire. how come everyone got easy questions except for me? I'm really just biding time.

"of course." she nudges my shoulder. I mull this over for a minute. I could say the truth, but I don't think that would be the right thing to do. however ironic that is. given the situation, I do something which I have never been good at and which I don't enjoy doing: I lie.

"although all of you are catches," I preface. "I think I would probably pick Emily."

Prentiss almost chokes on her own spit as her head snaps to see my face.

"me?" she asks.

"low-pressure fun." I shrug, the stress of the moment rolling off my shoulders with the ensuing laughter of my team members. Spencer takes a sip of his drink and peeks at me from his spot before I focus my attention to JJ.

we go on like this for a while, our original plan of "truth or drink" really just turning into a game of "truth and drink." as our laughter gets progressively louder, our questions and answers get progressively more provocative. we get into risky territory towards the fourth round, and I can practically feel Spencer's discomfort radiating off of him. thank god everyone has been taking it easier on him with their questions.

that is, until Morgan hits about five shots and decides to throw him to the wolves.

"so, Reid," he asks. there's no malice in his tone and I'm sure he's not meaning to embarrass the boy genius, but the question makes me wince anyways. "have we made any progress on the virginity front?"

it's like a fucking pall over the table. Reid goes rigid in his spot, and JJ's protective eyes dart between him and Morgan. Penelope's jaw drops.

"wait, Reid, you're a--?" her voice is tender, not judgmental, but Spencer's cheeks turn pink and he looks at Derek with a hurt expression.

"not cool." he says, body shifting in my direction. his eyes communicate everything; without a word, I know what he wants. I scoot out of the booth, letting him slip by me to walk outside.

truly, I'm speechless. we all stare at his lanky frame push through the door, but nobody talks until at least fifteen seconds pass.

"what the hell was that, Morgan?" JJ asks.

"I thought everyone knew--" he throws his hands up. "I swear I wouldn't have said anything if--"

"why would everyone know that?" I feel myself get angry for Spencer's sake. "that's an incredibly personal thing, especially to him."

"that wasn't you, my love." Penelope's voice is soft, sobered by the incident that just occurred. the playful air at the table is officially ruined, and we keep glancing at the doorway like Reid will come back in and everything will be fine. he doesn't.

"I'm gonna go apologize." Morgan starts to get up, seemingly beginning to realize the weight of his words. it's one thing to ask about Reid's sex life in general; it's another to point out specifically the entire absence of it. Spencer doesn't seem to be bothered by most things, but this is different. my heart hurts.

we watch Morgan go, the women all looking at each other with worried expressions.

"I feel bad." Penelope says.

"y'know, Spence never told me that." JJ observes.

"he really trusts Morgan." Prentiss says what we're all thinking. Morgan has always been like a big brother to him, and being embarrassed in front of your co-workers like that can't be a pleasant feeling.

we sit in a relative silence for about five minutes until Morgan walks back into the bar. he pulls out his wallet and pays for the drinks, then walks over to us.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. do you need me to call you all cabs?" he asks. those dramatic brows are drawn low over his face, emphasizing his regret. I look between my friends and clear my throat.

"it's okay. I only had one shot about an hour and a half ago. I can drive everyone home."

"okay," Morgan sighs, his head turning briefly to the door before focusing back on us. "drive safe, ladies."

and then he's gone.

"you guys ready?" I start to shrug my jacket on. they all nod and we get ready to go.

...

sitting in my apartment later that night, my head is swimming. even though it's none of my business what happens in Spencer's sex life, I wish I could tell him that it's okay. nobody cares at all if he's a virgin or not. but I know it's still embarrassing.

I hate that I lied earlier tonight, too. I wanted to say Spencer's name when they asked who I wanted, because I meant it. we're close, and I will always love him as a friend. but I've also always wanted more.

nobody, not even any of the other BAU women, know about my crush. I didn't want it to get in the way, or for it to come out and ruin my friendship with Reid. he doesn't like me like that, and that's fine, but what's not fine is not having him as my friend.

he was the first person I really connected with when I came here, and I feel a little protective over him, too.

once the clock hits eleven, I consider calling. he’s definitely not asleep yet. Spencer is a night owl. normally at this time he'd be curled up with a huge book, reading impossibly fast.

when he picks up on the third ring, the air leaves my lungs.

"Y/N?" he asks, more surprised than anything else.

"hey, Spence--" I hesitate, suddenly not sure what to say. sorry Morgan told everyone you're a fucking virgin? “do you wanna come over?"

maybe if I see him face-to-face, I'll be able to collect my thoughts better. the words hang in the air, festering over the line until I'm just about to take them back, before he replies.

"y-yeah. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

my hands are shaking at my side when I open the door for the tall genius. he's still wearing his outfit from earlier, hair slicked back like normal. I've settled for my usual sweatpants and t-shirt winning combo. it's not like he cares.

"hey." I smile, trying to read his micro expressions. there are two possible outcomes here, knowing him: either he's going to be totally, completely over it, or he'll be able to write a War-and-Peace-length book on why he's upset.

"hi." he gives a wan smile and I let him into my apartment, closing the door behind him and gesturing to the couch.

"I missed this place." he says absently, looking around at the mess of decor and case files. I snort as I recall the last time he was here. he wanted to borrow a book that I had, and we ended up watching an entire docu-series about homing pigeons. it was surprisingly interesting; mostly because his commentary is both informative and funny.

"it missed you." I anthropomorphize my living space, but the phrase hangs heavy. I'm worried about him. I'm always worried about Spencer. he turns to look at me, opening his mouth to say something. I brush past him and walk into the kitchen. "coffee?"

"sure." he follows me like a lost puppy, leaning against the counter while I pull out two mugs and get to work.

"hey," I pause for a moment to look him in the eyes. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-- about what happened... tonight."

"oh, that?" he scoffs, waves it off unconvincingly. "it's fine."

I raise my brows the slightest bit, never breaking eye contact. he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t want to talk about it. he cracks easily.

"it's just embarrassing, you know?" he says, staring out my kitchen window to alleviate his own nerves. I gesture for him to follow me back into the living room and I sit down criss-cross applesauce on the couch. he mirrors me, kicking off those cute black Converse.

"I don't think the fact itself is embarrassing, but I totally get why it feels that way. he shouldn't have said anything." I nod.

"like, that's personal. a-and--" he hesitates a moment, gesticulating wildly now. "and it's not like he's got any right! at least I don't go around with so many girls that I forget their names."

the thought of Reid sleeping with that many women is a little bit funny, but it also makes my stomach twist with jealousy.

"did he apologize?"

"yeah, he did. and he was drunk, I know." he rolls his eyes. "I'm overreacting."

"no, really, you're not." without thinking, I scoot closer to him and place my hand over his, which is sitting on his knee. I remember that Spencer is usually pretty averse to touch, but when I move it back to my lap, he seems a little disappointed. I wonder if he gets lonely.

"is it weird?" the question sounds raw, like he's mustering a lot to hear my response. I shake my head immediately.

"well, for one, Spence, I would never judge anyone based on their sex life, period." I chuckle. "and two, no way! if you aren't into having sex at this point in your life-- or ever-- that's totally your choice and you're entitled to it."

his eyes meet mine, pools of honeyed hazel that swim with a slightly amber shade. his face is so pretty, it's sometimes unbelievable to me that he doesn't get more action. bone structure that would make a sculpture envious.

"that's the thing," he licks his lips nervously before averting his gaze again. "I am interested-- I just don't-- well, I don't--"

"don't have someone to do it with?" I suggest with a slight smile. he nods, then clarifies.

"girls don't really seem to be interested in me."

I let out a laugh, unable to contain myself. his head jerks up to frown in confusion. I’m quick to amend myself.

"Spence, that's not true at all. you're such a catch! you're sweet and funny and way smarter than anyone I know. not to mention that you're adorable." I compliment, letting some of the thoughts I've been keeping to myself bubble to the surface. "any girl would be beyond lucky to be with you, sexually or not." Spencer blushes at my words, but the squirming in his spot tells me that it makes him feel warm inside. he smiles a little.

"you think?" it's genuine. he appreciates being praised, and it makes my heart flutter when he gives me that expression like I've made his night.

"I know." more of what I want to say rolls around my mind, unsure of whether or not I should admit it. but I think that right now, it'll only serve to make him feel better. "actually, I should tell you something."

"what?" he's curious now.

"when we were at the bar and Penelope asked who I'd be with... on the team... I lied."

"okay." he nods, somehow not connecting the dots. I guess it doesn't matter if they've got enormous IQs; boys are still clueless.

"I was gonna say you." the truth presses from the inside out, lifting a weight off my chest now that it's out there. even if he doesn't return that feeling, I'm suddenly glad that I told him.

"me?" he gestures to his narrow chest. I nod.

"yeah. I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable or embarrass you in front of our friends." I explain. he breaks into a grin.

"thanks." like I've given him something. I feel myself smiling as well, and then we're just looking at each other. tension that neither of us is willing to break. as much as I'd like to take him right here right now, he hasn't said anything about actually having sex or even about being attracted to me. for all I know, he could be completely indifferent.

"listen, Spence--"

"would you be willing to--" we speak at the same time, both of us stopping and laughing awkwardly.

"sorry, you go first." I offer, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

"would you want to... um..." he scratches the back of his neck before his eyes meet mine. "try it?"

"sex?" I raise my eyebrows. he nods. I try to find the right response. that’s more assertive than I expected. my pulse is fast, daring me to tell the truth. "I mean-- yes, I would love to-- but are you sure you want it to be with me, Spence? what about a girl that you like?"

"you are a girl that I like." he says this like it's matter-of-fact, like it's obvious. my heart stops in my chest before it starts to hammer.

"really?" a smile makes its way onto my face.

"I thought you knew."

"no." I laugh. my chest is full of sunlight.

"well, you are."

there's a brief silence where I try to get myself back on track. he likes me, too.

"are you sure you want to do this?" I glance at the space between our bodies, which has grown steadily smaller over the course of our conversation. Spencer is watching my every move with an intensity that tells me he's nervous.

"yes." he's unwavering.

"okay, well, you've kissed girls, right?" I inch closer. he nods.

"one."

"oh, Spencer," I sigh contentedly. "I have so much to teach you."

right after I say this, Spencer shifts uncomfortably in his seat. it's only then that I notice his hand covering his lap, the erection that's forming beneath his pants. my eyes flick up to his hungrily.

"sorry." he apologizes.

"don't be." our faces are inches apart and he's practically holding his breath. "I'm gonna kiss you. is that okay?"

"yes." he replies immediately. I place my hands gently on the side of his face, admiring the softness and sharpness of his jaw when I pull him to me, kissing him with a suppressed desire. his mouth is soft against mine, a little anxious to move. after a moment, he starts to relax.

his lips part and I deepen our contact, tilting my head and keeping it mostly mild at first. I don't want to shove my tongue down his throat. our knees are touching and his hand hesitantly finds my waist, the other going to run through my hair. I sigh into him, his fingertips a new sensation that I adore.

Spencer begins to give in a bit more to himself, asserting himself in the kiss and slipping his tongue over my bottom lip. I almost laugh at how quickly he gets the hang of it. he reads my body language effortlessly, not even skipping a beat when I climb into his lap and lace my arms around his neck.

"is this okay?" I pull away momentarily. he nods.

"you're so pretty." an unrelated response, but appreciated nonetheless. I laugh and peck his nose.

"thanks." and then we're back to making out, his hands resting on the small of my back. it's nice. I could stay like this forever, just pressed against Spencer while my fingers thread through his soft hair. he's cautious with me, and it's innocent.

I can feel his boner, can feel from the eagerness of his kisses that he's trying not to bring up the fact that he's literally just throbbing in his pants right now. in order to give him a little of what he wants, I start to rock my hips against his.

Spencer whimpers into my mouth. I stop and look down at him.

"do you want me to stop?"

"no, god, no— never stop." he's mindless in his reply, already grabbing my hips greedily and trying to regain that friction. I shake my head with a chuckle, then resume my actions. he starts to rut up against me, groaning into our embrace while his hands get more adventurous.

I withdraw, breaking the kiss to straighten up. he doesn't stop the microscopic pushes of his hips. I bite back a smile, enjoying the friction, too.

"do you wanna take my clothes off, Spence?" I ask softly.

"y-yes." he replies, gingerly taking the hem of my top and beginning to lift it over my head. when he places it on the couch beside me, his eyes immediately fall to my bra. slender fingers run up my bare waist, his watch glinting in the candlelight. when he doesn't immediately reach to unclasp my bra, I grab his wrist and guide it to the clasps myself. he moves with a surprising ease, unsnapping the thing and grazing over my skin as he slides the straps down my shoulders. I can tell that he’s shaking a tad, but it doesn’t hinder him.

the second that he's discarded the lingerie, he looks up at me with moony eyes.

"can I... kiss you?" he looks at my bare chest. "here?"

"of course, Spence." I nod. he presses his lips to the space between my ribs, drags them up to the valley between my breasts. lingers, then attaches himself to one of my nipples. I sigh, throwing my head back at the way he moves intuitively, sucking and running his tongue over the peak. he squeezes the other breast, plays with the nipple and starts to acquaint himself with the curves of my body.

the whole time, he's straining against my core, rutting helplessly in pleasure. it feels heavenly, with that sweet face of his so devoted to making me feel good, that I nearly stray from the purpose of the experience.

"Spencer..." I breathe. he moans at the sound of his name, then looks up at me from his place sucking on my tits. his teeth graze of my skin and I buck into his lap, causing him to groan appreciatively. my fingers tangle in his soft hair.

"Y/N," he pulls away from my chest, his lips making a soft popping sound. I gaze down at him, a bit lost in the fantasies running through my head. he's a natural. "can we, um-- like, expedite this process a little?"

"expedite the process?” I repeat back to him, giggling at his formality.

"what?" his voice goes up an octave, but he's smiling. "you know what I mean."

"I really do." I lean down, pressing my thumb into his jaw and angling his face up to mine to kiss. while his hands curiously move over my body, I start to push down the waistband of my sweatpants. I break contact just for a moment to peel them off, and he releases a quiet whine. it's cute.

"come back." he says softly, watching as I slide the bottoms down my legs, leaving me in my panties.

"I'm back." I peck his cheek, climb into his lap again. "can we take off your clothes, too?"

"mhmm." he nods. his lips part when my fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a torturous slowness. I can feel his eyes on my face the whole time.

"what?" I chuckle, peeking up at him for a moment before I pull his shirt open and run my palms up his chest, over his shoulders. he nearly shudders at the sheer touch.

"I just can't believe this is actually happening." he smiles in that way of his, like he's suppressing the depth of his emotions, with his brows slightly raised. I take the opportunity to enjoy the sight of him before me, his rapidly rising and falling chest, the smoothness of his skin.

"honestly?" I start to unbutton his pants, and he jerks up into my hand, blushing once he realizes the earnestness of his actions. I smirk encouragingly. "me, neither."

before I pull down his boxers, my eyes flick to his. "is this still okay?"

"Y/N," he groans. "if you don't do something, I'm gonna cum too early." he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment when my hand moves over his clothed erection, like he's holding on. "please."

"sorry." I release him from the confines. it hits his stomach and he waits for my reaction, as if he's afraid that I'll change my mind right now. but I'm definitely not going to. "holy fuck, Spencer."

"what?" he panics slightly, sitting up more. "is it not enough?"

"not enou--" I stutter, almost laugh. "no, it's plenty. I had no idea..."

"oh." he hides the pleased smile on his face, blush spreading over his pretty throat. in the interest of "expediting the process," I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and gently pump him.

Spencer's stomach tenses and he grabs onto the cushion of the couch with a tight fist, sighing.

"mmm..." he doesn't try to word his emotions, but I know. and I like that I'm making him feel this way, sharing this experience. Spencer and I are such close friends, I never thought we'd actually have sex. my assumption was that I'd watch him grow into himself, find a nice girl and treat her like a queen.

but here I am, spitting into my hand before jerking him off to prepare for what’s next. he’s throbbing, sounds coming from his throat.

"I'm gonna sit on it, okay?" I lean down to whisper in his ear. he touches my waist, my neck, kisses a random spot on my chest in the waves of pleasure that I'm giving him.

"o-okay." he mumbles, waiting for me to actually do it. and there's a moment of tense anticipation between both of us, when I sit up and pull my panties to the side. Spencer watches like I'm the only thing in the world, saving the memory of my body on top of his for later.

I run the head of his cock along my entrance, soaking him in the wetness between my thighs. I didn't realize how turned on I'd already gotten, and he lets out a quiet whine when he feels the evidence of how much I want him.

our eyes lock when I sink down. it's a new feeling for him, and the shape of his member as it stretches my walls causes me to bite my lip to withhold moaning too loudly. he whimpers, neck tensing and fingertips digging into my hips.

"o-oh." he sucks in a breath as I reach the halfway point. he's so big, I have to go slow in order not to overwhelm myself. but it feels good, too. like... unbelievably good. I grip onto his shoulders and my head falls forward into his shoulder.

"Spencer, holy shit." I moan.

"does it feel nice?" he asks, concerned for my own pleasure. I feel my chest flutter at the thoughtfulness of the boy wonder even when he's in the midst of losing his virginity, and I lower myself onto the rest of him.

"mhmm," I rest for a moment. "how do you feel?"

"like--" his breath hitches when I begin to rock back and forth on him. "like I've been missing out."

I can't help the giggle that slips past my lips, but then it quickly turns into a longing moan when he starts to thrust up into me like a helpless thing. Spencer is brilliant, but his brain cells go out the window when he throws his head back and begs me to move more.

I nod, raising and lowering myself until we reach a special pace. it's not fast or slow, just the two of us trying to stay in the moment while we hold on tightly to each other. I can feel the cool metal of his watch when he splays his hand out over my spine, the warmth of his breath while he pants against my shoulder.

he hits my g-spot over and over. my moans are torn from my throat by the burning of my lungs. it's like I can't breathe because I'm so focused on chasing the orgasm building in my stomach. and Spencer... I can tell he's almost finished.

the erratic nature of his jerking body tells me.

"I'm gonna cum..." he moans into my neck. "do- do you want me to pull out?"

"no." I arch my back and throw myself into the friction of our bodies. he stares up at me while I ride him, the merciless grinding of my hips because I just can't help myself. "oh my god, Spencer."

he notices how close I am and, in a surprisingly deft move, slides two fingers over my pussy to find my clit. the ensuing noise from me tells him that he's found it, and he begins to rub in quick circles. it's rough and hard, but that's exactly what I need right now.

"cum for me, Spence." I breathe. his free hand grips onto my thigh and pulls me over him, his own words unintelligible within the sounds of absolute pleasure.

"please." he begs for something I don't know, spills his seed inside of my pussy and holds onto me like I'm an anchor to this world while he peers into the next. the feeling of him spreading through my stomach, along with the reckless movements of his limbs and the way he looks at me while he rides out his orgasm, sends me over the edge.

"oh my fuck!" I collapse, grabbing his shoulders tightly and rolling myself down while he removes his fingers from my body. it's jarring, the intensity, like my normal functions can't respond correctly. all I can process is the tightening of my stomach, the pleasure between my legs, vision going slightly fuzzy at the edges. he moans when my cunt flutters around him, the muscles trying desperately to hold him here with me forever. I take deep breaths and slow down, my forehead dropping again while I start to remember my own name.

neither of us speaks. I think I'm still too in shock about what just happened, but in the best way. he keeps running his hands over my skin, then wraps his arms around my torso so that I'm pulled against his chest. I smile, kissing his ear before I finally break the silence.

"hi."

"hi." he's got a satisfied tone.

"do you need anything? water?" I ask, exhausted but realizing that this is still new for Spencer and it's my job to make sure he's as comfortable as possible. he nuzzles his nose into my clavicle and squeezes me tighter.

"stay here with me." there's a slight edge to his words. he's afraid of me leaving. I snuggle down, perfectly happy to remain. heat radiates from his skin, and I like the way it feels.

"of course."

we linger in each other’s arms, both of us coming back into the real world and holding on in an attempt to soften the blow. I just had sex with Spencer.

"thank you." he whispers into my hair.

"for what?" the smile on my face is lazy.

"for doing this."

"well, I really wanted to." I laugh. "so, I guess, thank you, too."

"you're quite welcome." his response is cheerful and then we're both laughing, the sound rumbling from his chest. "can we do it again at some point?"

"I would be happy to." I beam. the contented sigh that leaves his lips, followed by a slight sinking of our bodies down the couch in collective exhaustion, fills me with a joy that's quiet but obvious.

“I’ll last longer next time, I promise.” he says. I can practically hear the blush in his cheeks.

“you did amazing, Spence. don’t worry about it.” I press a few stray kisses to him.

I'll need to go clean up, soon, but it can wait a few more minutes. this is my favorite place on earth.

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