#it is happening i just wish it would happen faster

[tbaluver]

caught wet handed!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader summary: they caught you touching yourself requested by: @xylanhio, @batatahahaha, + 3 others anons ( mssged them priv ! ) tags: will be listed below each name special thank you to my beta readers mwah mwah: @ilovemitsuya, @justwinginglife ₊˚⊹ ᰔ a/n: hihi my luvs! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i apologize that this took so long to write i hope you all enjoy reading and i added an extra bonus at the end for each one hehe! thank you for your patience and lmk what you think mwah! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

tags: female masturbation ( humping his pillow ), mentions of p in v, fem! reader getting eaten out

You had a rough day, frustration was just an understatement. Your teammates were uncooperative, your boss insufferable, the food at home was the last thing you wanted, and to top it all off, Xavier wouldn’t be home until later.

Dragging yourself to your shared bedroom, you slip into more comfortable clothes before collapsing into bed with a huff. You roll over to look at the empty spot beside you where he usually sleeps, pulling his pillow closer and hugging it for comfort. You breathe in the scent of your lover, the familiar smell instantly comforting you. You nuzzle your head deeper into his pillow, wishing it were him instead. 

Checking your phone for any updates on when he’ll be back home and if he could grab food on the way. You lower the pillow slightly to have a better view of your phone, pressing the pillow between your thighs and mindlessly rocking your hips. The more you rock your hips, the more it feels good and the more heat travels down to your core.

Your cunt throbs desperately for more friction as you rub yourself against the plush of his pillow, slipping your fingers down to your heat to tease yourself. The arousal pooling in your panties remind you of the night you both went round after round, minutes turning to hours of getting stuffed with his hot, creamy cum. That night leaving you both sticky and wet. You moan breathlessly riding his pillow to match the pace from your memory making the bed shake from how hard you rub against it.

It was no doubt his pillow was nowhere near what he’s given you. He would be so deep inside you, your wetness perfectly coating his entire thick base of his cock. 

You ran your fingers across your hardened nipples as you imagine Xavier sucking and placing sloppy wet kisses against the back of your neck, huffing out shallow breaths that send chills down your spine. He was so greedy that night for finding deeper angles in you, his cock exploring every part of your pussy with ease. His hands grip tightly on your hips as he thrusts in and out of you relentlessly, chasing his orgasm with you again.

Your hips glide effortlessly against his pillow, fast and faster until you feel the grip on his pillow slip away from your grasp. A soft whine escapes your lips, frustrated from the emptiness in between your legs. You flutter your eyes open to find Xavier standing beside you, staring down at his pillow, specifically the wet patch from your arousal. “Don’t you think this is unfair?” 

Immediately heat floods your cheeks as you quickly avert your gaze and scoot back to your side of the bed. Before you can explain, he climbs up in front of you, his hands grasping your legs, drawing you closer. “You should use me instead.” His eyes burn with hunger as he glares into you.

Bonus For Xavier:

The moment he walked into your shared bedroom, it took him a second to realize what was happening in front of him. Your eyes close shut while he listens to the pretty sounds that slip past your lips, your hips moving effortlessly against the pillow- his pillow. He loves to hear you and see you come undone but not to his pillow. With quick strides, he rips the pillow out of your arms, thinking of burning all of his pillows or maybe just keeping this pillow with the wet patch of your arousal on it.

Xavier is always greedy and selfish when it comes to you. He wants you all to himself and he only wants to give you pleasure, nothing else. The moment he tugs your panties down and sees the mess between your legs, he immediately burries his head in, making sure no more drops are wasted. He loves to be between your legs, kneading your thighs while his warm tongue eases all your tension away. His pretty blue eyes looking up at you occasionally to take note of your reaction, his long eyelashes fluttering as he sucked on your clit.

You don’t remember how many rounds he’s gone for but your body felt mushy and boneless, completely forgetting about your worries and frustrations that happened today. He made such lewd noises as he sucked and slurped your cum again and again into his mouth as if it were water, his tongue devoted to every single drop you’ve given him. The noises you made only spurred him on, his arms wrapping around your thighs as he held you down.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hands digging into the sheets of the bed while your back arched. He groans into your cunt, the sound sending vibrations deep inside your weeping cunt as you cream all over his face again. He holds your trembling body tightly, making sure to not waste all the juices gush out of you. “One more time?” 

Zayne:

tags: female masturbation ( fingering ), fem! reader receiving fingering

Recently Zayne’s schedule has become unpredictable lately. His pager would buzz at the most inconvenient times, during your meals or when he was just about to settle in next to you for bed. You could see the apologetic look on his face when the call came in and you knew without a doubt that he had to leave. 

As the chief surgeon, his role at the hospital was always crucial and you understood the weight of his responsibility. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before trailing down to meet your lips. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close for a brief moment before he pulls away, heading back to the hospital again.

No matter how busy his days would be, he always found a moment to reach out to you. Whether it was a quick message before his surgery or a brief text after his meetings. He doesn’t let you feel completely alone.

☃︎:‘Make sure you’re taking breaks.’

☃︎:‘Eat well and drink plenty of water’

☃︎:‘Don’t stay up too late waiting for me again. It’s important to get rest.’

☃︎:‘Have a goodnight. Sleep well.’

You could hear his voice reach out to you across your screen but it wasn’t the same. No amount of text or calls could replace the warmth of his presence. You missed him deeply and it was hard to ignore the empty space beside you at night. Life has felt frustrating lately, with work and everything else outside of it added more pressure while his absence lingers in the air. You craved some kind of relief.

You roll over to his side of his bed, his scent still lingering on his pillows. You can imagine him there, half-lidded eyes watching your head fly back as you bounce on his cock. Your hands rest on his defined abs to keep you steady while his large hands rest on your hips, occasionally slipping down to squeeze the plush of your ass.  

Heat travels down between your legs the more you think of him. His lips on your clit, sucking so harshly that it makes filthy noises echo in the room. Zayne hasn’t messaged you yet, so you assumed he was busy in another meeting and you couldn’t ignore the heat building up between your legs, so you decided to take care of yourself for now.

You laid back against his pillows with your legs spread wide, slowly sliding your finger up your folds before sliding it in while the other pinches your hardened nipples, something Zayne would do. Adding another finger in, you feel the slow stretch and start a steady pace.

Your fingers were much smaller compared to what Zayne offers you. He’s reached places that you didn’t even know were possible and only he can reach. Two of your fingers were nowhere near to what you want but you’ll manage to make it work for the night

You thrust your fingers in and out of you, sliding them as deep as you could. Soft noises escape you as your fingers rocked in and out of your weeping cunt, sending lustful waves throughout your whole body.

You were so consumed by your own euphoria, the relief after days of frustration, that you didn’t even notice Zayne opening the door to your shared bedroom. He was at a loss of words with what he saw play out right in front of him. Your eyes were clenched shut as you focused on trying to reach your high that you didn’t even notice his presence. His eyes were so fixated on your body that he couldn’t look away, the heat traveling down to his cock. He watches the way your fingers pick up the pace, the sound of your fingers dipping in and out of you while you softly moan his name against his pillow. He can feel his erection straining against his trousers.

You whimper out his name, your back arching, meaning you were close. He watches you pull out, your warm slick arousal drip down your fingers while your eyes flutter open, finally realizing he was there the entire time.

You yelp, your face flushing with embarrassment as you scramble to pull the blankets around yourself. “Z-Zayne?!” Your eyes trail down to see the visible erection that begged to be free.

He shakes his head slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he steps closer and closer while loosening his tie. “You don’t need to cover yourself. I’ve seen you countless times.” He hovers over you, his voice low. “It seems you’re taking longer finishing by yourself. Have you been having issues while I was away?" He lowers himself to meet your height, his breath fanning against your lips before he captures them with his own. "I can help fix that for you if you'd like.”

Seems like you’re not the only one who’s been missing some company.  

Bonus For Zayne:

His large hand cradles your cheek as he kisses you hungrily, wanting more of your soft lips on his while his fingers work wonders on your other lips. “I’ve missed you,” He whispers breathlessly, quickly chasing your lips again as if he lets you go for a second, you might disappear completely from his grasp. 

You pull away gasping, his fingers sliding across your folds, stroking them at a painfully slow pace to get you even more wet. You wanted to reply, tell him that you’ve missed him too but he was quick to close the gap between both your mouths. He wants to take his time with you, knowing that currently it’s rare for both of you to have that but he doesn’t want to keep both in agony any longer.

His fingertips drag over the opening of your cunt, arousal seeping out of you like honey. Every movement he makes is methodical, taking note of every reaction you make. "You're so wet.." He groans, coating his fingers with your arousal. The glide of his fingertips over your clit before slipping inside feeds the pleasure you craved in your gut. His other fingers wrap around your nipples, adding more pleasure straight to your core. The way your lips parted, whines turning into whimpers lets him know you feel good.

It didn’t take long for you to melt against him as he murmured sweet praises of you’re doing so well for him. His fingers thrust in and out of you, slipping a second one in when you’re ready and you already feel so full. Your fingers that tried to match his girth and length weren’t able to touch spots he can. His eyes averting occasionally to watch the way your face contorts from the pleasure before trailing down to watch your breasts slightly jiggle from the movement.

His digits are knuckle deep inside of you, prodding at the sweet spot within you as they thrust in and out of your velvety walls. Obscene squelches of your soaking cunt as he angles his wrist and curls his fingers. It’s not long until your walls are clamping down on his fingers, pleasure flowing through your body and veins. Your hands that rest on his chest run up to his shoulders, holding onto him tightly, trembling from the sensitivity.

You ride out your high, his fingers slowing down as his free hand caresses and knead your hips.

He presses soft, lingering kisses to the top of your head, the silence in the room only broken by your shared breaths. Neither of you need to say a word to feel the weight of how much you’ve missed each other.

Rafayel:

tags: female masturbation ( fingering ), mentions of p in v, fem! reader getting eaten out with a mix of fingering

You were exhausted. After a long day, you finally got to come home late as your boss had let you leave early once your mission was complete, letting the rest of the team pack it up. Rafayel wasn’t home, he was off at some art event Thomas had dragged him too. All day long, he had been glued to his phone, sending you messages about how boring the event was without you and how he wished you were there so you two could run away together. He would sneak off by himself but running away alone just wasn’t the same. As you stared at your phone, your eyelids grew heavier. You barely had a chance to let him know you were home early before you drifted off into deep sleep.

Meanwhile

He felt so hot, his head spinning. He had to excuse himself from the guest, ignoring what Thomas had to say as he entered the bathroom. The burning heat surged through his body and traveled through his lower half. It was getting unbearable. His head was throbbing, he needed to get away and go home. He needed- no, wanted you. His mind and body called out for you.

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You shifted slightly in your shared bed, your eyebrows furrowing as your dreams started to unfold, unaware that arousal seeps through your panties. The familiar bedroom around you felt hazy but Rafayel on top of you was clear as ever. You could feel spit drip down your chin as you both pull away from the messy and sloppy kiss, the tip of his cock sliding against your throbbing clit made you gasp. 

Soft whimpers escape his lips as he listens to all the sweet delicious sounds you make for him, his large hands grip your thighs as he presses his cock into your cunt, watching how you swallow him up so easily.

He lowers himself, littering kisses to your chest as you wrap your legs around him. His balls smack against the curve of your ass with every powerful thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core. Just as you were about to meet your high, you woke up abruptly, feeling the wet patch in between your legs.

You sigh, trailing your fingers down, making small circles around your clit before slowly inserting them in easily from how wet you are. Your fingers slid in and out of you, your mind wandering between how the dream would finish or the times Rafayel has touched you.

You’d imagine how he’d insert himself deeper and deeper into you, pulling out just a little, then dipping further back in while rubbing circles around your clit. How his hair tickles your skin while his tongue works circles around your perky buds before swirling his tongue around the base of mounds of flesh.

You ran your fingers across your perky nipples while your other hand slid in and out of your wet walls. Soft noises and moans of his name escape your lips, the relief you anticipated for picking up.

Until the door abruptly opening startles you from reaching that, your fingers slipping out of your wet hole, making you close your legs shut.

“You...” Rafayel pants, his eyes looking at you hungrily. It was as if he was starving and you were his only prey. “Dirty girl..” He mutters under his breath, inching closer and closer towards you with some sway in his walk as if your body was luring him in. He crawls onto the bed you, the bed shifting it's weight as his body pins you beneath him. "Wouldn't it be much..." He groans, spreading your legs to look at the mess between your thighs. "better if it were me instead?"

Bonus For Rafayel:

He wonders if you could feel the way his heart pounded when he saw you in front of him, legs spread open as you played with your wet cunt. You were calling out to him and he wonders if you did it on purpose or did it to tease him. He can’t seem to think straight, his entire body felt hot with need and he needed you badly.

Rafayel is face deep into your pussy, lapping up the juices while his thumb lightly brushes your clit. His other hand settles around your thigh, kneading the flesh deeply as if he were trying to feel more of you all at once. You were too lost in the pleasure, not noticing the way he ruts against the mattress. He wants more of you but he can’t seem to leave between your legs, lapping up all the drops that you give him as if your arousal was the water he needed to breathe.

“yeah? like that?” he groans softly against your cunt when your hands grab a fistful of his hair, the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach building up. He hums, the sound adding more stimulation to your core. He knows you like that. The way he glanced up at you, studying the way your breasts rose and fell, your lips parted let him know you were absolutely enjoying it.

He continues adding his fingers into the mix, switching between his tongue. You rock your hips back and forth against his mouth, panting his name again and again, breathy moans until your orgasm washes over you.  You grind your high out, bruises slowly forming on your thighs from his tight grip. Your juices and spit coat his lips and drip down to his chin. However he was not finished with you yet, his eyes still clouded with hunger and need. 

Sylus:

tags: female masturbation ( fingering ), mentions of p in v, fem! reader getting eaten out

You laid on your shared bed, legs spread with your fingers curling inside of your tight cunt, your thighs rubbing desperately. After a long time apart due to both of your busy schedules, you finally had the chance to be together but just as you were about to make up for lost time, an emergency on his end pulled him away the next morning. Rushed wet kisses and lingering touches on your soft bare skin as if he was leaving for a long time. He held you for a brief moment, taking one last good look and stealing one last kiss before he had to leave.

You kept his shirt from the night before on, afraid his scent might disappear from you completely. The sleeves of his shirt occasionally slipping down your shoulders as you move your fingers rhythmically in and out of your slick folds.

You thought about what happened last night, soft breathing fanning against each other's lips while his large hands held onto your hips tightly as he thrusts into you at a slow pace, making sure you feel every inch and vein of his cock.  Your name leaves his lips once, twice, again and again while constantly hitting your sweet spot. Your breasts bounced as his thrusts started to hit harder, shaking the entire bed. Just as you were about to recall how you met with pure ecstasy, a call interrupted your thoughts. Your eyes fluttered open, revealing none other than Sylus’s name on your screen.

‘Sweetie I hope I didn’t wake you. I know you must be tired from last night's events.’ You can hear his smile through the phone, your movements slowing. ‘I bought Mephisto a new hat on my way back- I think you would find it cute.’

You hum in response, your voice hoarse. ‘Hurry home Sy..”

He chuckles on the other end, ‘I’m almost there. I can’t wait to finally spend some time with you.’ But your mind was so dazed, your core aching for more after hearing him, his words barely registered as you set the phone aside.

You sigh, starting over the pace you set again, completely unaware that neither you or Sylus had ended the call. Two fingers rub circles on your clit while the other hand pinches your exposed nipple that was peeking out from his button up. Soft moans of his name fall from your lips as your fingers deliciously rub against your clit.

Shamelessly, he doesn’t end the call. Instead, he rushes back home, muting his side to avoid disturbing your relief, even though you probably couldn’t hear him from your series of lewd noises on your end.

You match the pace of your imagination of what Sylus would do, his name desperately spilling from your lips.

His pace would build up faster and faster, you imagined, feeling yourself inch closer to your peak- until you suddenly hear his actual voice, clearing his throat. Your eyes snap open, locking with his crimson gaze. “Enjoying yourself?” He leaned against the doorframe, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips as he scans your entire body. His eyes trail lower, amused at the mess between your legs, nothing on but his shirt.

“S-Sylus?” He can’t get enough of you hearing you say his name, how he craves to hear it over and over again.

He nods, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt but..” He stalks towards you, crawling onto the bed, his body hovering over in between yours. “won’t you let me have a taste?”

Bonus For Sylus:

Your arousal settles in quick the moment he enters you with his tongue, earning a gasp from you. “Like this princess?” He hums into you, the vibrations sending pleasure down to your core. He holds you close to his face, buried face deep inside you, encouraging you to make a mess on him- maybe even suffocate him if you want. Your back arches with every drag of his tongue along your wet folds as he loudly slurps up your slick. 

The pink wet muscle tip laps up your wetness eagerly, filling you up while stroking the sensitive bud delicately with his thumb. It didn’t take long for his chin to be dripping quickly. He groans softly into your heat when he dives in, feeling your walls twitch against his fat tongue. 

His tongue explores every centimeter of your gummy walls before speeding up. His dark heavy gaze filled with lust flicker up at you, watching you in awe. Your stomach clenched, your legs trembling under him.  Your legs are trembling as his tongue works against you mercilessly. Your thighs shake as your juices coat his face. 

He licks his lips, making sure no remains of your sweet substance goes to waste before diving right back between your legs to lick off the juices off your skin and entrance, earning a yelp from you. He places gentle kisses over the marks he left on your thighs from his tight grip, while his other hand traces soothing circles on the other.

Caleb:

tags: female masturbation ( fingering ), mentions of p in v, fem! reader recieving fingering from his metal arm

Your eyes flutter open slowly, Caleb’s scent wrapping around you, yet he is nowhere near you. The shirt he wore last night oversized on you while the lingering comforting scent surrounds you as you roll to his side of the bed. It was too early- it was the afternoon, to be up right now. You were still exhausted from last night, your mind dazed to worry where Caleb disappeared too.

You close your eyes, your mind drifting back to the night before, your fingers lightly tracing the marks he left on you.

How did it go again? Your fingers trace the marks he left on you, attempting to copy the movements he made last night.

Ragged breaths fan over each other's lips after a heated kiss, his erection pressing between your thighs. Caleb whimpers, running his tongue down to the side of your neck, leaving a wet trail down to your breasts. The top of his tongue circles around your hard nipples, letting one go with a wet pop! before moving to the other one. His cool, metallic hand traces delicate patterns along your inner thigh, sending chills up to your core as he pushes your legs further apart. He continues to tease you by slowly sliding his hand up higher and higher, tugging the hem of your waistband.

“Caleb please..” You whine, feeling his smirk against your skin. Without any remarks this time, he dips his fingers in slowly, coating them with your arousal. Slowly he slips a finger in with ease, feeling the way your walls clench before adding another one. He picks up the pace, savouring the sounds of your moans for him. You were already getting off just by his fingers alone, he can’t imagine how much of a mess you’ll be on his cock.

“Caleb..” Soft moans of his name slip past your lips as you curl your fingers inside of your tight cunt, your thighs rubbing together desperately to match up the friction from last night. Your fingers were no match compared to his cock and hands. They were much smaller and less girthier than what he has given you.

The way you were absolutely drooling on his pillows, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull whenever you tried to fill yourself up from his cock. You couldn’t see it, but he was enjoying it. Your eyes were completely shut, missing out on the way he was completely enjoying your disheveled state. The way you held onto him so tightly so you two wouldn't disconnect. He starts with a few slow strokes, the bulge in your belly could've made him finish in you immediately but not yet. He needs more of you, he needs to hear more of how good he makes you feel.

You clenched your eyes shut, concentrating on the pleasure from last night, making sure the rhythm matches the pace in your head. Your moans and whimpers grow louder after each few trusts as Caleb listens quietly by the doorframe. You clench and spasm around your fingers buried inside of you, pleasure washing over you.

Pulling your fingers out, the warmth of your slick clings to your fingers. As you flutter your eyes open, you’re met with Caleb standing in front of you, his chiseled chest and his grey sweatpants that hung dangerously loose on his waist. His gaze locking onto the mess you made between your thighs, his erection is clearly visible from the thin material.

He approaches you slowly, the mischievous smile still playing on his lips as he sets the plate of brunch he prepared for you earlier on the nightstand. He climbs onto the bed, pinning you beneath him. “Now that I’m here..I don’t think you need these anymore.” With his free hand he grabs the your hand coated with your arousal, inspecting it for a moment before licking it clean himself.

Bonus For Caleb:

Every day Caleb is grateful that the world advanced to the point where they finally built in the sensation of touch in his robotic arm, allowing him to finally remember how it feels to hold you and know what it’s like to feel you clench down on his metallic fingers.

“I can feel you..You’re so wet down here..” His eyes are half lidded, both of you panting breathily, his stiff cock twitches in his confinements of his sweatpants as he watches your mouth part as the cool metal fingers pump in and out of you. He imagines how it would feel so much better to have you clenching around on his cock instead but he is a patient man. His cock was aching to be coated with your weakness but he’s waited much longer.

You whimper, moaning out his name breathlessly while rolling your hips against his hand. Caleb watches your trembling form as he finds that sweet spot only he can reach inside you. Each thrust of his cold fingers pushes you further into a state of pure ecstasy. He sped up the pace, targeting your sweet spot over and over again until your body washes over with absolute pleasure. He helps you ride out your orgasm before withdrawing his fingers from your throbbing cunt. He raises his metal arm, his fingers still warm from your core, licking it out of satisfaction.

if you haven't already read it, here's the other version where you caught them! caught white handed!

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[kamiversee]

𓆩 Crown of Sin 𓆪

Segment I Chapter: Five

❀ ~ Synopsis > In which you’re a princess who's given a total of six months to converge & inaugurate a solid plan secure enough to rid you of your fated marriage arrangements to Naoya Zenin. 

❀ ~ Content > language, tension, banter, teasing, Gojo's kinda snappy/blunt here 'n there, hints of angst (?), etc.

❀ ~ Word Count > 5.3k

❀ ~ Pairings > jjk men & women x f!reader.

{ chapters m!list }

——Conversations with Gojo go by faster than you can quite comprehend sometimes. You believe it’s only because you haven’t seen each other in two years as to why neither of you can stop running your mouths as you walk into his palace side by side. He’s so charming and charismatic with his every word and gesture toward you that it leaves you wondering how you even went two years without interacting with him.

There was a point in time when the two of you could’ve been considered inseparable. Which is exactly why after a quick greeting was exchanged between you and his parents (notably a pair of the loveliest rulers, by the way), few are surprised that in the blink of an eye, you and Gojo have disappeared from just about everyone’s line of sight.

“Satoru, this is absurd. Where are you dragging me off to now?” Your voice carries out from your throat in a concerned whine as you stumble just a few inches behind the prince who’s made the spontaneous decision to pull you away from all watchful eyes.

He used to do this quite often when the two of you were children but it truly surprises you that this is an antic of which he’s never grown out of.

His fingers are tightly wrapped around your wrist as he paces down one hall and into another, clearly having a set destination somewhere in the forefront of that mind of his. “If I tell you where I’m taking you then the surprise will be ruined. What happened to your sense of adventure?” Gojo taunts.

You roll your eyes profoundly at that, “We are adults now—the highest proper members of society, at that. There isn’t a need for us to sneak about like this. You could have easily escorted me wherever it is you wish to, with the company of my–”

He comes to a sudden halt and you walk right into him, causing your sentence to fall short right then and there. You blink a few times before looking around to gather your surroundings but you only find yourself confused when you’re met with the scenery of a dark corner he seemingly tugged you into.

Turning to face you, Gojo sighs. “You seem to have forgotten me entirely within these past two years.”

Your head weighs over and your eyes narrow, “I beg your pardon? How could I have possibly forgotten you?”

His eyes steady in on your own. “I mean that as in, you have forgotten who I am.”

“I am overly aware of who you are,” You reply sharply, brows meeting center as you let out a soft huff between your statements. “That is why I’m here.”

“No, princess. You forgot me.” He pulls you closer to him ever so slightly. Even under the faint frost that exudes off him after the two years worth of distance between the both of you, you find this small sense of warmth creeping up on you as you’re pulled nearer. “Not Prince Satoru of the North but, me. Y’know, just.. Satoru.” Gojo emphasizes.

There’s this flickering plead heard within his tone but perhaps you imagine it. Hence why you’re unable to hinder the genuine perplexity on your face as it twists up, “I am confused about what has brought you to make such an assumption.”

A fleeting smile dawns on his face, “If you truly remembered me then you would recall how deeply I detest a great deal of eyes on me and my every move.”

“Is that why your palace lacks so many guards?” You force yourself to look him in the eye again and take his small smile as a sign that the air had lightened between you, “It is quite the hazard y’know—”

“Is there still a person beneath that crown you wear or have you truly molded into the conformed princess many have wished you to be all your life?” Gojo blurts out in full seriousness.

“I-,” It was almost as though he’d snapped you out of some sort of trance with that question, like reality had coldly slapped you across the face. You swallow down whatever quick response you were going to utter and cock your head back a bit as you really process what he’d just said to you. “O-Of course there is a person beneath this crown. If there wasn’t, I would not be here standing in front of you right now.”

Gojo merely stares at you with these judgmental blue eyes you remember disliking so much when you were younger. He never tried to hide the shrewdness that whirled so deeply within his gaze, for he held not an ounce of shame nor guilt within looking at people in such a way. Which is exactly why your eyes flitter elsewhere.

“Is that so?” He eventually whispers out.

You nod, “Yes. You didn’t even give me a chance to explain why I’m here before you began to judge me for God knows what.”

The look in his eyes softened, just a bit. “I apologize. That is part of why I wanted to bring you here. Well, not here in this corner but, away from others. I was going to ask why you traveled to see me but I wished to do that alone.”

“If you’d told me that beforehand, I could’ve simply requested a moment of privacy from my knight and the others.” You say with a roll of your eyes, “They would not have minded.”

Gojo shrugs, “Too late for that now.”

“You—”

“Why did you come to see me?” He cuts off once more, clearly wanting to waste little time with the back and forth. He may have been able to drag you away from others but this moment would only last for so long before one of your guards or that knight of yours comes to find you.

You clear your throat and straighten your posture up. “Surely you’ve heard news of my engagement.”

He scoffs lightheartedly, almost as if he felt bad for you, “Who hasn’t?”

“Right. And what of the accompanying news?” Your brows push up and your hands clasp over one another in front of you, “From what I know, everyone is aware of what I’d requested moments after the proposal.”

Shrugging, “I thought that was just a weird rumor,” Gojo tells you. Then concern fixes onto his face, “You’re truly instituting a harem?”

You nod confidently, “I am.”

It’s rather slow but, a snarky knowing grin spreads across Gojo’s face. “Ohhhh, and you came to invite me, didn’t you?”

“Obviously.” You tried to play it off as if the way he put the pieces together so quickly didn’t fluster you but something about his cockiness presenting itself to you so soon caught you off guard just a bit.

He hums. “I’m honored. ‘Never struck you as the harem-desiring type but I’m more than happy to be a part of it. Where ‘n when do I sign?”

“I…” Honestly, this was going a lot smoother than you imagined it would. “Well, if we hadn’t parted from my company then I’d have a pretty document held out to you by now.”

His shoulders slump a little at that and a pout tugs at his lower lips, “Aw shucks, so we have to return to them in order for me to join?”

You nod again, “Indeed we do.”

Gojo then lets out a sigh that’s as dramatic as ever. “Fine, fine,” A hand is motioned outward and you take the gesture as a sign to step back, which is followed by the two of you exiting that small corner he’d brought you to.

After that, your eyes immediately travel to take in the rest of your surroundings and something about the interior of Gojo’s palace feels rather gray. While the pristine silvers and blues do a wonderful job of livening up every wall and archway in sight, it was almost uncanny how this place looked once you were inside. You’re unsure of how exactly you imagined things would look but the more you study the nearby paintings and even some blank walls, the more you feel that unspoken sense of what differentiates a place from being a house to a home.

Before you have enough time to really digest your surroundings and let a question of wonder flow out of your mouth, Gojo is taking both your side and your attention once more.

“But uh…” He clears his throat as the silence is broken, “Is that really all you traveled out here to ask of me?”

The two of you begin to walk down the same hall you’d previously run through. “If I am being transparent, I thought this would be a lot more difficult.” You admit to the man.

He’s got his hands comfortably held behind his back as his head whips over to you and he gasps softly, “You jest.”

“I do not!” You chuckle, “I am quite serious, I was worried you’d turn me down after two years of us not communicating.”

With a click of his tongue, “Ah, well, that is of fault to no one.” Gojo hums, “Either of us could have reached out and we just… didn’t.”

“Exactly.”

“But seriously though?” Now his brows are furrowing and he’s giving you that look again, “You thought I’d turn you down? In what universe??”

And naturally, you can only smile at the genuine surprise he displays, “Careful, Satoru, you almost sound like you’re confessing something to me right now.”

“If that is what you wish to call this then so be it!” Gojo exclaims with a shrug, “I am being honest, why would I ever deny you of anything? How could I possibly fix my lips to tell you no or even…” He scoffs, “Reject you?”

You nudge him on his arm a little, “Saying no to my harem isn’t exactly a rejection. You could’ve said you just didn’t want to involve yourself in my affairs.”

He nudges you right back, “That sounds like a rejection, sweets.”

“It isn’t.” You shrug off with a smile resting on your face for a moment. It doesn’t last too long though, especially not as the reality of your plan dawns on you once more, “I am to be married into the Zen’in family, does that not frighten you?”

“Is it supposed to?” Gojo deadpans.

You snort. “I suppose not, no. I just—”

“You worry too much, y’know.” He points out, swiveling around in his steps to walk backward as he keeps his eyes on you, “I trust you, princess. If you come askin’ lil’ ole me to join your harem, one that your fiancé has allowed you to have, might I add, I’d be a fool to say no. Albeit I am a bit… concerned on where this’ll take me, I have faith in your judgment.”

You nearly find yourself lost in another moment of pure admiration as he walks and talks, your gaze especially focusing in on every soft part and twitch of his lips as words exit his throat so flawlessly. A mumbled, “I see.” falls from your mouth but you’re still deeply entranced by the man in front of you.

Gojo Satoru truly is so unfairly pretty. You could dive into those ocean-blue eyes of his knowing full well how to swim and still find a way to drown beneath the endless waves of beauty within them. And his hair rests so perfectly unkept that it makes you smile while you look at him. One run of your fingers through those snowy strands and you think your life would get a little better right then and there.

After all, you rarely ever got a chance to see him with his hair so casual. From what you remember of all the fancy gatherings the two of you met at before, his hair was always slicked back—something you remember him vividly expressing his grievance for.

“Oh,” He starts up again, breaking your over-analyzation, “And I’ve been dying for an excuse to leave this horrid Nation.”

Snapping out of it entirely, you clear your throat a little, “Horrid? Here??”

Gojo nods, “Yes, this palace is cold and lonely. That’s as horrid as it gets, m’lady.”

“Oh Satoru,” A frown pulls at your lips, “You are a prince. You could have anyone by your side in the blink of an eye if you wished it so. Anything you long for would be delivered to your doorstep if you so much as mentioned it in passing.”

“Yes but…” His steps slow down until he simply stops walking. “Just because I could have anything or anyone does not mean I want it.”

You come to a stop seconds after, “Well I know that but how can you complain about being lonely and cold when many would offer up their lives and more to give you what provides the opposite?”

Chuckling, Gojo lifts a hand to scratch at his head a bit, “I believe you mistook my original statement.”

“How so?” Your head tilts, “You said it’s cold and lonely here, yet you possess the tools and position of power to change that.”

“I do not seek that of which I could simply ask for.”

“I am confused. Why don’t—”

He steps closer to you and swiftly scoops up your hands in his own, “Princess, the warmth I seek is not something that can be given to me by merely anyone and the lonely nights I have endured are not because I haven’t a body to accompany myself with. You may not understand it because you are… Well,” Gojo's voice softens right after a chuckle escapes him, “You were raised differently than I.”

You merely blink, “I still do not understand but, fine. I shall accept your answer for now.”

“Perhaps you will understand it more later on,” He utters vaguely with a little lean forward.

Holding one another’s gaze, you two just stare in silence for an instant. He could be so frustratingly confusing at times—another habit of his you seemed to have forgotten up until now. But, there seems to be more to it this time, more to him. 

So much so that it makes you begin to wonder… how much do you truly know about Gojo? He is an only child, the sole heir to his kingdom, much like you are to yours. Lately, he’s been known to decline a great deal of hands that have been offered to him for reasons unknown to the general public, or, anyone really.

The words, “I hope to.” Escape you in response to him after whatever that moment was. 

What else do you know about him though? This question rings throughout your head as the two of you carry along your walk back. He is quite the dork when it’s just you and him, y’know, the kinda guy that’s never before failed to make you laugh. The most obvious fact is that he’s like heaven on the eyes, a true angel to gaze upon but-, you suppose you’d expect nothing less from any member of a royal family.

From the times you used to spend with him during your teenage years, you always found him quite rebellious. Not that you weren’t yourself but, he’s always had this distinctive rebellion about him. You’ve had your fair share of sneaking out of big events and whatnot but Gojo could only ever be found outside of those events. You remember always greeting his parents somewhere within the ballroom hours before you’d later run into Gojo off outside those prestigious events.

You even recall your first impression of him being that he was rather strange. You couldn’t understand why he was never actually in those social gatherings or why he hated having so many eyes on him. In some ways, sure, you related to him considering you’re also an only child but… there was something that separated your upbringing from his. 

You simply hadn’t the words for it yet.

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Regardless, his entry into your harem was conducted faster than you ever could have predicted. The moment you both returned to your lovely knight and the rest of your traveling party, who’d all been searching for where you’d run off to, Gojo was handed that document you mentioned before and he signed it with zero hesitation.

Just like that, you’d gained your second harem member. 

Oh this was sure to be a breeze for everyone else. Truth be told, Gojo was the only person you held doubts for but now that he’s joined, you can use that alone to convince everyone else to follow suit and do the same. If Prince Satoru is willing to join your harem then what could possibly stop anyone else from wanting to as well?

All things considered, the moment his name was printed in rich ink against that royal paper of yours, you turned right back to your advisor and made a few comments to him about how easy the rest of this should be.

Because of that, it seems to click in Gojo’s head that this really is all you came to him for. At some point, you mention something about getting ready to leave right now and the poor prince can feel his heart sinking a bit. “Hey, wait, what’s this? You’re off so soon?” He asks cautiously.

You were busy rambling on to Higuruma before he spoke but the moment a single syllable leaves Gojo’s lips, everyone’s attention shifts onto him and you can’t help but follow suit. 

“Oh, well… yes,” You reply with an awkward smile on your face.

Gojo takes a step closer to you, to which Higuruma immediately steps back. Your entire body turns to the man before you—who looks so stupidly devastated already even though it’s not like you said you’d be staying for long anyway. “Surely you can stay for a few days?” Gojo requests with his eyes sinking to the floor a little.

You blink. He almost looks shy to ask that of you. “I-, would you like me to stay for a few days?”

His head perks up, “Yes. I-I mean, if you’re able to, that would be nice. We’ve got plenty of space, as you can see… and uh, I could show you around some more. Especially since it’s your first time up north.”

“I am on a tight schedule though,” You tell him as softly as you can manage. It’s true too. You’ve only got six months to try to pull this whole thing off and you’ve already spent a week traveling here so, time is truly of the greatest essence. “As much as I’d love to stay here, I’ve three other Nations to visit and—”

“Three days,” Gojo breaks off, “Stay here with me for three days, that is all I ask.”

Taking a moment to consider, he watches as your face sinks into a mix of genuine concern and worry. There’s no way you can spend three days here with him. Your next destination is the northeast, which is practically another three days worth of travel in itself. You’re supposed to be off to meet and recruit Geto Suguru and yet here Gojo is asking you to—

“We can spare three days, Your Highness.” Higuruma snatches you from your frantic thoughts with that statement alone and relief washes over you as you glance back at him.

With tensed brows, your eyes widen a little, “Can we truly?”

Your royal advisor gestures to you with a reassuring nod of his head and your shoulders relax.

Then you turn back to Gojo and grin. “I suppose it is only three days,” You say, motioning your hand in the air. At that, you can hear the sounds of your accompanying guards shuffling to head out to your carriages and gather whatever will be necessary for the agreed days of stay. 

Gojo lights up entirely and he can’t help the beaming smile that dawns on him, watching as you walk past him to further yourself into his palace for a second time. 

“I should hope you’ll do well in keeping my attention for the next few days then, Satoru?” You tease.

He paces closely behind you for a moment before throwing an arm over your shoulder and leaning against you, “Haven’t you heard? I’m an excellent host, m’lady.”

You scoff, “You do realize you are the same man who does everything in his power to avoid almost any and all social settings, yes?”

“I’m well aware!” He huffs, “But just because I avoid the duties of a host does not mean I don’t make a fine one. Plus, it’s only you.”

“You’ll find that I make quite the crowd.” You place a hand on his arm for a moment and his eyes glimmer at your touch.

…Only for you to use that hand of yours to toss his arm off of your shoulders. 

He frowns before stuffing his hands into his pockets, “Do you?”

You make another motion for something and Gojo watches as Yuki comes to take your side, your lady-in-waiting following shortly after. “I am a princess.”

Gojo rolls his eyes, “And I, a prince. Lest you forgot?”

Playfully, you send him one last smile, “I do sometimes.”

“Was that an insult?” He spouts back, only to receive silence from you.

Then he watches you turn away and begin to head elsewhere with your company following closely behind. Gojo’s stuck in his own little world as he watches the sway of your gown and the way you carry yourself entirely whilst you walk off. You’re so radiant that it makes his mind go blank in instances like this. 

Clearing his throat, he snaps out of it when he realizes you’ve gotten rather far down the hall, “H-Hey wait—”

“I’m off to change into my evening wear,” You say to him with a dismissive wave back. “I hope you know what you’ve just gotten yourself into.”

Now, Gojo isn’t entirely sure what to make of what you just said but either way, it makes his chest feel funny. Was that referring to joining your harem or asking you to stay with him for three days? Hell, now that he’s in your harem… doesn’t that mean the two of you could f—

A hand suddenly comes down on Gojo’s shoulder and he flinches out of the prude thoughts he was about to have with a frightened yelp leaving him. Turning his head, he’s met with Higuruma. “I too hope you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into, Your Majesty.”

“Why do you guys keep saying that? I asked her to stay for three days, not a month. What’s the worst that can happen?” Gojo huffs out.

Higuruma shrugs, “Nothing.”

Turning to the man fully and flashing a look of skepticism to the man, “Then what is there for me to understand in terms of what I’ve just gotten myself into?” Gojo asks.

Higuruma also turns to face Gojo properly and the two meet eyes. “Permission to be rather frank, Your Majesty?”

He nods, “Granted.”

“She willn’t sleep with you within these three days.”

“I–, pfft, what-,” He snorts, “That’s-, why would I-,” Gojo cuts off his stammering with a firm clearing of his throat. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Deadpanning, “You are a man with needs who’s just joined a lady’s harem. A lady who is quite irresistible, at that. No one is a stranger to the way you look at her.” Your royal advisor explains simply.

For a second or two, Gojo awkwardly shuffles his gaze elsewhere. It’s funny that Higuruma’s telling him all this, especially considering where his thoughts were traveling to recently.

After which, the prince grumbles a gentle, “Is it that obvious?”

“That you desire her highness?” Higuruma clarifies with an unamused lift of his brows, “Quite.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Of course not. That is why I am letting you know from now that just because you’re in her harem now does not mean she will lay with you.”

Interesting, Gojo notes. Sleeping with you wasn’t exactly a top priority of his but he’d be lying if he claimed it wasn’t something he had the slightest hopes in getting out of the next few days. “Why?” He soon inquires further.

Higuruma seems to straighten up where he stands, “She’s explained to me that she wishes not to have sex until her entire harem is instated.”

Gojo clicks his tongue, “Ah, right…”

“That, and she deems it unfair for her to sleep with a member moments after they’ve joined. If she slept with you, via her logic, she’d have to sleep with the rest of her members right as they join to make things fair.”

“I see…” He nods along, watching as a few members of your traveling crew and guard return from outside with some of your luggage and haul it off in the direction you went. Then, another question pops into Gojo’s head, “Alright, cool. But, pray tell, why do you know of all this, Sir Higuruma?”

Your advisor lets out a sudden cough, as if the topic flusters him in a way, “Oh, I-, she told me.”

“Obviously.” Gojo chuckles, nudging the man on his shoulder to silently get him to lighten up, “But, why?”

Avoiding eyes at all costs, Higuruma watches as your guards walk by, “I am her royal advisor and she sought… advice.”

“She asked you to advise her on when to have sex?” Gojo questions bluntly with a tilt of his head.

“N-No,” Higuruma stammers and his face flushes ever so slightly, “Her majesty found herself in a rather uh, tempting predicament and asked me to advise her on what to do.”

Pressing forward, Gojo lets not one of his questions remain in his head, “And so you told her to suppress her desires until her entire harem was instituted?”

“No, that is not–”

“And wait, ‘tempting predicament’?” He interrupts, “With whom? Am I not the first member??”

“Hah,” Higuruma finally lets out a laugh, “No, your highness. You are the second member.”

Gojo cocks his head back. Well that was a surprise. And there he was almost feeling special. “Who the hell is the first??”

“Lady Tsukumo.”

“Lady Tsu-, oh my.” Gojo releases a dramatic breath of air and brings a hand up to his chin in thought for a moment, “I knew she was… I just didn’t think… Yuki?? The knight??”

Higuruma nods along, “Yes..”

“Huh.”

A quiet passes by and the two men stand there watching as people come in and out of the palace, transporting all your things necessary for three days—which seems to be a lot, in Gojo’s eyes.

After a while though, Higuruma clears his throat and looks to the clearly still concerned prince, “May I be crude?”

Gojo just shrugs, “Sure.”

“Her Majesty was in a state of heavy lust. She sought to have sex desperately and considered acting on her desires one night during our travels. But, before she went along with her needs…” He raises a hand to tug at the collar of his suit for a second, “She came to me and asked if it were wise of her to do so with Lady Tsukumo.”

Intrigued, Gojo leans a little closer and smirks, “To which you told her no..?”

“Not quite, I told Her Highness some history of past harems,” Higuruma continues, “The first night is essential and it is best that the owner of the harem waits until they have all their members gathered to pick that first night.”

“I.. see?”

“It is a tradition amongst harems. She doesn’t have to adhere to it but, it would be best given her uh, goals for this whole thing.”

“Hm.”

With an adjustment of his tie, Higuruma turns to Gojo again, “Think of it like this; whoever she sleeps with first will hold that title proudly as the first pick. They will parade about the rest of the harem knowing that they were chosen first, not by mere convenience or anything but, simply by choice. The remainder of her harem will work twice as hard to gain Her Majesty’s attention for her next night.”

“Ahhh,” Gojo exclaims softly, “So it is like a game of favoritism?”

“Not quite that either. Truly it all depends on who leaves the most lasting impression on her,” Higuruma says with a casual shrug of his shoulders, “In the event that no one does, I’m sure she will spend the first night with Lady Tsukumo. But, it is the wait that makes it worth it. That and the fairness of it all.”

“Wow, I see why you’re an advisor. Perhaps I should get one!” The prince claims, snapping his fingers in thought afterward.

Your advisor gives a humble shrug, “I do my best to fulfill my duties.”

“I respect that. Thank you, Sir Higuruma.”

“Anytime, my liege.”

And their conversation concludes there. It was nice how open Higuruma seemed to be in terms of explaining your harem and how things will work, it helped Gojo understand what exactly he signed up for a bit better—especially since he didn’t ask you any decent questions beforehand.

Perhaps he was a little blinded by the word harem leaving your lips. It’s still surprising that the thing he passed off as a rumor before turned out to be true. It honestly makes him wonder if the whole rumor about you and Naoya hating each other is also true. From what he’s heard, the two of you cannot stand one another. And yet… you’re supposed to be getting married in six months? Odd.

He thought it was odd from the moment word of the proposal reached his ears but now that the whole harem thing turned out to be real, it only makes Gojo’s speculations escalate. Actually, it kind of makes sense. The only logical reason Naoya would allow his fiancée to go out and curate a harem for herself would be if he hated her. Everyone knows that harems carry a nasty stigma. Hell, Gojo’s surprised that society hasn’t labeled you as a whore by now.

Not that any of that information would have deterred him from joining. After all, the thing he’s most curious about is you. You’ve clearly changed quite a bit since the last time he saw you. You’re so much more dignified and sophisticated now. Still as witty as ever but, there’s something else about you….

Oh! That’s right! It’s in the way you carry yourself now. Every lingering gaze or touch from you sends a nasty chill down Gojo’s spine. It’s not exactly a fearful kinda chill but something that leaves the poor man longing for more and more. It’s this alluring vibe you’ve got cast around you now.

Something you’re clearly oblivious about too, otherwise there’s no way you’d do the things you do. Like earlier for example, surely if you knew how insane a whisper of Gojo’s name drove him, you wouldn’t utter it the way you do. Then there’s the way you tease him. The way you taunt him. The—

Hah, Gojo can feel his heart thumping irregularly again. The last time he felt this sensation was the last time he saw you. It should be a crime for you to have this much of an unknown chokehold on him like this.

This feeling… it’s simply inescapable when it comes to you. Almost as though, no matter the setting, time, or place, as long as you involve yourself with the man that is Gojo Satoru, always will he find himself losing his sanity over you.

And the worst part of it all? You haven’t the slightest clue about it.

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Clone x OC Week Day 1 : Introduction

Pairings: Solé x Crosshair Rating: G / SFW Words: 1,092 Warnings: Order 66 Mention, brief mentions of grief, absolute second hand embarrassment (please my girl is a disaster I love her)

Synopsis: Solé is doing her best to adjust to life on Pabu, but after her life was turned upside down by Order 66, all she finds herself wanting is to go home to Naboo. Until she meets someone who might be even more out of place than she is.

@clonexocweek Thank you for hosting this event!

Pabu was few little pieces of the familiar wrapped up in a galaxy of unknowns. She had tried to adapt. Adaption was key. With enough work to keep her busy and on the verge of exhaustion she had found a way to accept the life happening around her. For better or worse. But she couldn’t shake the sense that it still wasn’t home. It wasn’t Naboo.

With foods she understood and soil that didn’t fight her every time she tried to grow a plant. Every simple thing she had taken for granted, every smell and sound and taste, was left behind on a world she didn’t recognize while she tried to pick up the pieces of her life. Solé shook the thoughts away as she strode into the marketplace. No, here is where I am. And that’s all there was too it. The marketplace was just as unfamiliar as the rest of Pabu, a breath of Naboo whispered by in the sunshine that fell along the stalls but the wares in them, the foods and trinkets, all refugees of another world left her feeling hollow. Her appetite had been growing thinner by the day and as someone who studied nutrition and food for a living she knew she would have to put her anxieties away and at least try to eat something.

She had been on Pabu for a few weeks, thrown by earthquakes, threatened by the Empire she was trying to escape, and finally a relative peace had settled. Solé wished her shaking hands and anxious heart would see it the same way. There were more refugees now. Like her, but not like her. Clones who had been betrayed by their leaders. By their own bodies. Shep had explained it all to her when she wasn’t able to face them, clued her into the truth of what had happened when he had brought some of them to her as patients.

Soldiers, battle weary and heavy, they seemed to adapt faster than her to the light buoyant atmosphere of the island or they would shuttle off to help the cause. The cause was something so vast that Solé had trouble really imagining it. A part of her ached for it. Ached for answers to what had happened. Esteemed senator dead, chancellor so different than he appeared, and the Jedi…her heart clenched and she thought of the brother she had known as a child. Such a bright eyed boy. The galaxy was a vacuum now sucking away anything familiar and leaving her…here.

It was silly really, but Solé could almost feel it was the Force that made her look up towards that one particular stall. A slender man was standing very still in front of the stall that was selling some sort of fruit that looked deceptively familiar to her homesick heart. The man was standing with stiff shoulders, scarring on one side of his head, and though he wasn’t as sturdily built as the others she could guess right away from his military bearing that he was a clone. He was looking between the fruits, a scowl deepening the lines around his mouth and brows knit together. He picked one up with his left hand, examined it, put it back.

He looked as out of his depth as she felt on that particular afternoon. “Do you need a hand?” Solé approached on instinct, it wasn’t her way not to help someone especially if it had anything to do with food. He didn’t respond at first until Solé sidled up next to him, repeating her question.

The man turned to face her fully and a fierce blush colored her fair skin.

Hand.

He only had one. Her earlier words ricocheted around in her head like a stampeding Shaak. One eyebrow raised and his brown eyes were full of caution, if not down right irritation. Solé did what she always did during confrontation or embarrassment. She made it worse.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean a hand in that sense—I meant do you need any help? Not that I don’t believe that you’re capable of helping yourself because of your disability—“ She was willing herself to just stop talking, she really was. Whatever other gibberish passed out of her mouth was put to a mercifully abrupt stop.

“Crosshair! Did you get everything?” A young blonde girl, bounded up to him and when his attention turned Solé took it as the opportunity that it was.

She wouldn’t necessarily say she ran from the situation, but she was at her little base — she couldn’t call it home — with her back firmly pressed against the closed front door, cheeks still burning from embarrassment before the pair had been able to turn back to her. Angry tears stung the corner of her eyes and she rested her closed fist against her forehead before running the thin braid she kept in her hair between her fingers. She tried to summon up some Jedi saying, something her mother had always whispered to her in times of distress to remind her of her brother, and came up short. All she could do was resign herself to a dinner of leftovers from the conservator and try to forget today had ever happened.

By the time Solé woke up the next morning the sting of embarrassment had lessened, at least partially. She had repeated the scene in her mind enough times, assured herself that it was a perfectly understandable accident and vowed never to make eye contact with that man again. Everything was fine.

After brewing a pot of caf, pouring the hot water from her kettle slowly over the ground beans and admiring the rich scent that reminded her of a thousand late nights and early mornings, she went outside. The sun was bright and she vaguely wondered if she had overslept again when her foot hit something on her tiny garden path.

A bag.

A bag full to the brim of yellow fruits with dimpled skin. Solé stooped and spied a note tucked into one side. She drew out the piece of flimsi and unfolded it as best she could with one hand as she took a sip of the still too hot caf.

‘Looks like you were the one who needed a hand. Ironic.’ Solé’s face burned even redder than it had the day before, but this time there was a smile too.

Author's Note: I'm so excited to be posting things for Solé finally! I've been developing her as a character since November and getting to share her is so exciting! Hope you enjoyed reading their first meeting <3

[ironlamb]

" YOU CONFESSED TO YOUR JEALOUSY JUST EARLIER ." daeny reminds him lightly , her brows arching with it as her lips twitch in response to his smile . although , now with everything that has happened perhaps the confession can be put into different context . " you said you were frightfully jealous of my faster , stronger friend . have you forgotten ?" she finally allows a smile to bloom over her features at his nudge , a huff of laughter escaping her as she bumps into him lightly in return . " by that you mean it is annoying how charming i am ?" daeny blinks at the words , startled by the line of them . her brow furrows a bit in confusion . " i offer because — because you're rickon ." it seems quite self explanatory to her somehow . of course she would offer . it is rickon . is such a feeling not mutually felt ? she's quite sure rickon would offer quite a great many things to her as well . gods , he offered this , this journey , this danger he had put himself in , for her . was it not the same ? " and — " daeny fumbles for words , for how to explain . " as you are rickon i feel quite strongly for you . and about you . " her eyes meet his with the words , her gaze searching even as she tries , " i wish for you to be happy and i wish to make you happy and — " another fumble for words , her brows knitting tighter together to say , " you are very important to me ." her gaze flicks over his features , searching some level of understanding as she says, "i enjoy things very much when i do them with you . and so as such if i were to pick who to do such things with it ... " a shrug that is more a nervous movement than anything else . " would be you ." she has to blink in surprise as her hand is captured , and as a kiss is placed on her finger she can only feel her ears warm in surprise . the warmth of her flush only grows as rickon continues . " i know you are perhaps charming me ," daeny starts with an arch of her brow at his words , her head tilting with it even as she still feels the warmth of his touch in her hand . " but i actually quite like this room ." she lets her gaze travel around the room with the words , thoughtful before she meets his eyes again to say , " under other circumstances i would be quite content to stay here with you i would think . at least for a good amount of time ." it is pipe dream truly . an unrealistic one . she knows they both know that . and yet daeny feels the need to verbalize it all the same . daeny can't help the warm feeling that floods through her at the sound of his laughter , her grin growing impishly as the action rattles their hands on his chest , as giggles escape her as well . she shifts impossibly closer as if proximity will perhaps bottle the feeling . in a way it perhaps does . " i am glad to hear that i am not the only one who struggles with this ." daeny makes a show of sighing , her eyes twinkling before she lightly teases , " although your story is of course much stranger . i accept you all the same ." daeny rests her chin on rickon's sternum as he speaks , feels her cheeks warm once again as he starts . for a moment it seems as if he perhaps gets lost in thought , an act that only makes her impossibly warmer at the concept . and yet the sentence never finishes . daeny didn't even realize she was waiting for the conclusion until it never came . " i — " daenya has to blink a bit to clear her head , shaking her head a little as her brows furrow to say , " what is that supposed to mean ?" the thought that whatever rickon was thinking was deemed better to not tell her only makes daenya feel more flustered in the moment . she smacks her palm down on his chest with not nearly enough impact to actually wound . " you are keeping a great many secrets lately , you know ." daeny huffs lightly , and yet there is no heat in the words . no , all the heat has somehow found its way to her skin . daeny moves to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear in an attempt to compose herself .

and yet it is rickon taking her braid next , him moving to tuck it away . daeny allows her chin to rest on him anew . she can feel his heartbeat thrumming underneath the point of contact . " i do not mind it ." daeny replies gently and honestly as her lilac eyes meet his . she shrugs once again as she sweeps her palm gently over the cloth of his shirt , smoothing over it before she's pivoting to allow the tip of her finger to trace over his collarbone . " and i do not think it greedy ." there's a beat as her fingers trace back and forth over the skin , her eyes on the movement before she shrugs and adds , " ... i do enjoy that it is me you wish to ask ." daeny can only huff as he continues , her fingers rubbing circles into his scalp as she turns her head to rest her cheek on his chest . there is a beat there where she indulges in the rise and fall of his breath before she says , " you tease me ." a pout even as her fingers gently comb through his curls . " i have never pitied you ." she drinks in the closeness for a moment before she's blinking as he continues . the words push her to straighten , to meet his eyes as she says , " it does benefit me ." the words are insistent , and in the moment daeny is quite sure of them . although she cannot say how exactly she is benefited she knows she is . just as she is benefitted now , as they lay together . this benefits her in a way she is quite sure little else can , and yet rickon provides it so freely . she is grateful for it . " it does ." she sighs as she moves to lean on him anew , fingers twirling a curl around her finger to say, " you will just have to trust me on this fact , rickon ." she blinks as he moves to sit up , surprised by the gentle motion even as his fingers move to enter her hair . her brows furrow . " in ... " daeny fumbles a bit for words . her hands , now extracted from his hair , gesture uselessly to say , " such a way ! you must know what i mean , i —" her brows twitch to furrow . " i knew we would be together for the rest of our days . or at least as many of them as we can . and i knew you felt the same ." a nod as she meets his eyes , as her fingers twist a bit as she adds , " and yet this is different than how i thought we may have meant that ." there's a beat there before she meets his eyes meaningfully again to add , " ... but it is alright with me ."

his next words instantly cause her brows to furrow , knitted together gently as her thumbs pass soothingly over the soft downy hairs curling at his hairline . " i like you as you are ," she insists . it is not the first time daeny has extended such a sentiment and she will do so again . rickon was rickon , and she quite liked him that way . for him to be more like her of all people was not something she would particularly long for . and perhaps for that his admiration comes as a surprise . she allows her hand to smooth over his curls as he speaks . her next words are a whisper and they are a gentle one . a hopeful one as she moves to press them near cheek to cheek as she rests her face on his shoulder . her lips press against it in what is not a kiss but could easily become one as she says , " but perhaps things will be good for a long while ." daeny's eyes are bright with the hope . her fingertips comb through his hair , again and again in a soothing rhythm . " perhaps they will remain good forever one day . wouldn't that be lovely ?" daeny's tone is hopeful as she turns her head towards him , her words near murmured into his ear . " you should learn to enjoy it in preparation for that day . because it will come ." daeny's tone is certain . her head shifts a bit in a nod . " of course small things will happen . you will perhaps stub your toe or maybe ... you will find dinner burnt . but there will be a long stretch of good one day and — you should learn to enjoy it before then ." it is her hope really . that one day there will just be a long stretch of good . a great many years of it . perhaps not today or tomorrow but at some point . she does not want to be weighed heavy with dread when that day comes . she wants to enjoy it as it's happening instead of in hindsight . she shifts to accommodate rickon as he moves closer , as he embraces her and tucks his face into her throat . daeny slides a hand up the nape of his neck and into his hair anew as she warms with pride at the words . at the concept that she could offer such help . she tucks her face into his shoulder once more . " ... you help me forget too ." and it is the truth . the heaviness of it all feels far away in rickon's presence . his previous words echo and daeny can't help but think that she has surely benefitted in a great many ways . her words are hushed and murmured against the fabric of his shirt as she says , " ... thank you ."

“Oh you have, have you?” brows rise in question, and a frown is quick to mellow under a smile. “Now what could have possibly made me green with jealousy? I do not recall.” no shortage of things, truly, but he was curious which instances stuck out -- or if it was all spoken in jest. Sometimes it was difficult to tell where the jokes ended and the truth began. “Aye, you’re charming alright." he'll nudge her at that, looking away as he does. "Bit annoying really.” Rickon did not know how to feel, not entirely. He was happy, sure, but a part of him also knew that people often did the same things for entirely different reasons. And it made him uneasy -- the possibility of their reasons being so vastly different, of them meaning vastly different things. “I was hesitant.” he admits, then his eyes will find her a mere moment before they shift back to joint hands. “Most of my life I have been very good at - reading people. At...gauging the outcomes of things. The risks, the rewards..." his voice is quiet and even, as he's letting the words fall off a tired mind. "I cannot gauge you. It's funny I -- I tell myself I know you, but --" a beat "I don't know why you say the things you say or...offer the things you offer...I do not know if --" eyes find her again, narrowed in that thought. "-- 'why' really matters, or not." At the tap against his nose, a gentle grin will appear, and he'll catch her finger to place a kiss at its tip. Quick and sudden. “Good.” he says, letting go only to laugh at her following words. “You do not want to grant me such a permission. Believe me.” his heart is faster, only just, and his skin grows warm beneath her touch. “We will never reach Old Town, if you do.” throat clears. "We'll never leave this room." in a strange way, such a thought comforts him. He did not wish to ever leave this tavern, this room, this bed. Perhaps there was a universe, somewhere far, where they never do. Then a sudden laugh will leave his chest again, moving their joint hands along with the ribs beneath them. "Yes no I fully understand." he says through it and his head nods poorly against the pillow. "Last time I went jousting I almost kissed Ser Rodrick instead, quite embarrassing -- his wife and children were there." Once the jest of it mellows, and his mind shifts to the compliments at hand, he'll assume a common sort of shyness. "Your siblings and…cousins have Valyrian features and yet…" they were not her. They were not so beautiful he could recognise them blind. So beautiful he would choose the sight of them over that of northern lights across the winter sky. Over the sight of sun setting behind the horizon of white snow, painting it red and orange and purple as it settles home. There was beauty, and then there was her. And so he looks at her, letting his eyes absorb features in a manner he had denied them for much too long, and he thinks perhaps this is what eyes were made for. Perhaps it is why he had them all along. A smile will carve into his lips, knowing he could not well say all of that. It was his to feel, to think, to ponder. "I better keep my thoughts to myself."

As those thoughts gather once more to ground him in the moment, her shrug and offer find him both amused at the lips, and sort of confused at the eyes. “How could I possibly ask more of you?” his question is genuine and sweet, they could not truly get any physically closer. And yet, he had wanted it all the same. Whatever 'it' was. “What kind of a friend would I be?” he will take a hold of her braid, moving it back over her shoulder as she lifts her chin to look at him. "I have been much too greedy with you as is." When she speaks again, it is her tone which holds more weight than the words themselves. It helps him understand better, in a way, though it was still not quite enough. “Pity and help…help out of pity -- much like jousting and kissing it is difficult to tell the difference.” smile does not fade, but it does mellow as he says, “I understand though. I think.” he'll sink deeper into her arms, as her fingers brush against his scalp and his body relaxes enough for his words to quiet. “Only -- I do not want you to do...or offer things solely for my benefit. They must benefit you too in, in some way.” Rickon did not much enjoy feeling like he simply took things, with no consideration for the wants of others. Not in general, but especially not with her. Permanency was a concept he seldom spoke of, and yet as she questions him he cannot quite decipher her understanding of the matter which he spoke. “In which way?” he asks, but as he waits for her response he'll move up gently to face her, and his eyes will soften as his fingers sink into the hair braided away behind her ear. “Is that…alright with you?” Her gentleness is soothing, and her words while soft and quiet, do travel deeper than he was prepared for. She had known him, it seemed, known him enough to notice certain patterns, to speak them. His heart warms again at the thought, that she could see him and still want him around. “I wish I was more like you...in that sense." he says finally, frown just as soft, words just as quiet as her own. "I never learnt how to live, not really.” all he knew was to worry, or dream. “It helps, when things are bad, you know?" eyes search for her quick before his head rests back down against her. "Knowing they won’t stay that way. Time changes all things it is...inevitable. There is comfort to be had...in knowing that." a gentle and tired sigh escapes him, as he closes his eyes. "But when things are good…” the same applies. And it becomes harder to absorb the moment, even if such a knowledge makes the moment itself so much...sweeter. If only he could enjoy its sweetness more, and mourn its passing less. “You help, though..." his head sinks then, into the space between her neck and her shoulder, chin rested at the collar bone as his arm wraps around her waist. He can feel the exhaustion overcoming, the sensation of her fingers like a lullaby within his hair, and the words are slow now, slower than before. "I meant what I said, before --" a breath in is quiet and drawn out. "You help me forget...myself."

[secretsoftheuniverse1987]

Forgot that I put The Moon Will Sing on my Jamie Tartt playlist until I was singing "Tell me once again I could have been anyone, anyone else before you made the choice for me" while trying to make progress on the thumbs finale

[aipurjopa]

unfortunately things didn’t end after elementary school like i thought and things didn’t end after middle school like i thought so i’m starting to think things aren’t gonna end after high school either. and things probably aren’t gonna end after college either.

[filet-o-feelings]

Got my first 3 tattoos this morning (only in the most technical sense lol)

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[poguniversity]

Fuck. I got my period last week and was having pretty severe cramps so i didn't go to the gym when i was counting on going and then i let the excuse carry me into the weekend bc i wanted to play paper mario cuz i've been feeling really stressed about money and wanted to decompress but now my bf's family wants to go to the beach this weekend and i'm so mad at myself for not going to the gym when i should have and i'm not ready to take my shirt off or show my body in any way bc i was hoping i would be thinner by now.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

My Throat An Open Grave

YA paranormal/folk horror

about a girl who lives in a small religious town who fear a child-stealing lord of the forest

when her baby brother is taken on her watch, she’s forced to cross the river to the woods and get him back

but when she arrives she finds that the lord is not what she expected - and she can get her brother back in exchange for composing a song. but as weeks go by, hidden secrets and memories are uncovered

[nocturnal-birb]

Wish I could post more art but also learn to not rush doing it and posting immediately 🗿🗿

[lokh]

im allowed to be pissed off right.

[m--bloop]

also feel like a fucking freak cause i'm closeted but also not cause no one's really asked me (they're more like see no evil types) and my mom still asking me if i have a boyfriend and it's like no (i'm afraid of men (can you guess why??) and don't think I will never have a healthy, lasting relationship with one- also i'm afraid of you) so i'm just in this weird limbo where i want to be myself but also i'm not sure what exactly that is and it's all fucked and I want so much but am too scared to let anyone in and i'm just going to be by myself forever cause no one stays long enough also i hate myself too much to be cared for and sure we all die alone but i don't want to live alone does that make sense-

[apuppetmuseum]

small break from the bois to talk about ya girl....she still cared about Katsumi so much.... but knew that musashi is who he really wanted to see so just backed off.

[moralchampion]

...

[all4yoi]

𝒩ot a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw: each member ranges from 5-1k wc, fluff, lowercase intended, they swear, crying, uh someone kneels, not proud w heejake's 😞, not proofread ( lmk if i missed something! )

sypnosis : upon learning that you were merely the stake in a bet, they wasted no time in mending your relationship.

part one !

★ LEE HEESEUNG ( 0.8k wc )

"y/n wait!"

heeseung's voice only made you walk faster. you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by stopping and talking to him. all you wanted to do now was to just march out of the school, go home, lock yourself in your room and maybe eat a tub of ice cream while you ugly cry yourself to sleep.

"y/n, please." heeseung pleaded, taking your elbow in his grasp as he spun you around and pulling you closer to the point you can feel his breath on fanning your nose.

he looked at you pleadingly. "it's okay," you managed to say in a shaky voice. "i understand, you can all laugh at me all you want now-" he shook his head, "it's okay really!" you added, pursing your lips.

"i just want to be left alone now okay?" and even if he knew you didn't mean just 'now.' he'll respect your wishes and let you go, but he won't give up.

heeseung watched you walk away from him with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but to just explain everything to you before it was too late. he couldn't lose you, not like this.

when he couldn't see your figure anymore, he messily messed his hair and made his way back to the gym eager to teach a guy how to not spit nonsense.

it's been a week since that happened and a week since he's seen you in the school. he asked some of your classmates and club members but all he received were nasty glares and short cold answers. what happened between the two of you spread like wild fire the following day you walked away from him. everyone knew you were kind of a nerd, but they also knew you were a complete angel and had a heart soft as a pillow.

they also knew that betting on a person's feeling isn't exactly it. — more under the cut!

so throughout that week too, his popularity decreased day by day. he used to receive heart eyes on the hallways and joyful 'good morning, heeseung!'s by random students, now all he received were judgemental glances and they avoided him like a plague, scared to be the next target of a cruel bet.

he didn't care though, all he cared about was your wellbeing. it's been a week and you've still yet to show up to class, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly walk in to the room with your usual hair do, your bag slung over on your shoulder and your glasses almost falling off your nose bridge.

he sat up straighter, gulping as his eyes followed your every move. he could feel hear heart beating louder, as if it was calling for you, desperate to be near you again.

he needed to fix this, asap.

it felt like forever before heeseung heard the bell ring. as soon as he heard the annoying sound, he messily packed up his things and ran after you.

"y/n!" your forearm was then again grabbed by him. although this time, he turned you slowly. heeseung silently admired your face. he missed you so much.

"let me explain, please. it's not what you think. i promise." he whispered, vulnerability in his tone. the simple nod you gave was his signal to interlace his fingers with yours as he looked for an empty room.

you ignored the looks everyone threw your way, either worried and judging. all you could focus on was his warm hand on yours and how you missed it so much, you didn't even realize you both were now inside an empty classroom.

"there was no bet." you furrowed your brows, looking at him with mixed confusion and frustration. "i promise, there was no bet."

"why would they say that then?"

"i don't know, but i promise there's no bet. throughout the months we've been together everything i've said was real." he said, desperate.

heeseung stepped closer.

"what i felt for you was real," he scrambled to get his phone from his pocket, opening his messages app. "you can go through my phone all you want, ask any of my friends-" you raised a brow.

"not those friends! i mean sunghoon, jay, jungwon.. you know." your raised brow made him sputter. "to be completely honest, they've been ignoring me after they heard about what happened.."

you looked at him hesitantly as you scrolled through his messages with shaking hands. you scrolled for so long, you even reached to the messages months before you both got together.

he didn't have any messages to his basketball team group chat unless it was announcements from his coach. the group chat with his actual friends were only filled with his pining over 'the girl on the back of his biology class.'

"heeseung.."

"there's no bet, baby. i'd never do that to anyone." he whispered, stepping closer. "i can't lose you like this.. i love you."

you sniffled as you came crashing on his chest, letting tears fall again. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing in relief as he finally have you back in his arms.

"i was so worried baby." he mumbled, kissing your head.

"i love you forever. i'll kill everyone who tries to get in between us again," heeseung pulled you closer if it was even possible.

"and if they do, i'll make sure to fix everything even if it means the whole world would hate me."

★ PARK JONGSEONG ( 1.0k wc )

jay was confused.

the both of you had a very well planned date tonight, so he was utterly puzzled to see that you weren't responding to his messages. for heaven's sake, you didn't even read his messages, he was just left in delivered.

he had tried calling multiple times but was only met with your automated voice telling him to leave a voice message. it came to the point that he had enough and decided to drive to your house.

throughout the drive, jay wondered what could've happened. he couldn't think of anything that would make you upset like this, he hoped that you just fell asleep and forgot to have your alarm on.

walking up the porch of your house, jay rang the doorbell and was met with your mom who opened the door with furrowed brows when she laid her eyes on him.

"good afternoon mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" your mother's frown deepened, hesitantly looking at the stairs behind her before looking back at him. "i'm sorry jay, she said she doesn't want to see you?"

that caused jay to furrow his brows as well. "wha- may i ask why?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me." if jay was confused a while ago, he was even more confused now and frustrated.

"can i see her, please?" he pleads, the older woman hesitantly opened the door wider to invite him in, and before he could ascend up the stairs, your mom stopped him.

"jay.." he looked back. "i don't know what happened to you both but take it easy on her, alright? she's been crying, i can tell." jay gulped and only nodded, sending your mom a pursed smile.

he knocked on your bedroom door, when no response came, he tried to turn the knob and was thankful that it wasn't locked.

jay slowly opened your door, seeing you curled on one corner of your bed as your body shook from your sobs you tried to keep silent.

he could feel his heart break at the sight. stepping a foot inside the room, he mentally cursed at himself when he accidentally bumped on to your mirror causing your head to shoot up in alarm at the sound.

your already glassy eyes was once again filled with tears as your eyes met his. jay barely dodged the pillow you threw at him, screaming at him to "go away and never show your face to me again."

jay frowned and came closer until he was sat on the edge of your bed, ignoring the words you just shouted at him.

"baby.. what's- what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to hold your hand but you retracted it and tried to throw another pillow at him. he swiftly caught it and brought it back down gently beside you.

"was it worth the one month of free car wash?" you spat through hiccups. jay stayed silent, confused.

"of course it probably was, that's what you do right?" the sight of your swollen and red face kept breaking his heart, he was still confused on what you were talking about but he'll let you talk.

this way he knew how he'd make things better.

"make me fall in love with you in exchange of a month's free of car wash.." you muttered, your eyes still boring on to his. at your words, it finally clicked. "..am i really worth just that much?" another sob.

right, he had forgotten to end the call when his 'friend' came barging into his apartment. you had probably heard all the nonsense the guy sputtered.. but surely you must've heard the way he defended your relationship and swore at that him too?

"i thought.. high school days were done jay. please just leave me alone now. you got what you want." jay shook his head, coming closer and pulling your body to his.

he wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed hard. he didn't try stopping you when he felt your weak punches that you threw at his chest, his own tears clouding his vision but he didn't dare make them fall.

"you got it all wrong, baby." he whispered, rubbing your nape as your face now rested against the crook of his neck. he ignored the wetness there. "i'm guessing you overheard the conversation with sungjae?"

you nodded, now calmer but not pulling away.

"did you also hear the way i told him to drop the stupid bet he kept insisting to happen? the way i kicked him out of my apartment?" you stayed silent, only sniffling as a response.

jay sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter and pulling you closer.

"the whole campus knows sungjae's an asshole, baby. he was a jerk who thought that being a dick to others were entertaining, and i guess that's why i was like that back in high school.. i wanted to be accepted in their group."

"but we're in college now, i left that group but somehow sungjae's here and is pathetically still stuck in the past." he pulled your face from his neck, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.

"i've loved you since high school.. and there's no bet, baby. the moment he had found out i was dating you, he kept bringing up a bet about how long we would last.. but i always shut him out, told him to cut it out and that there will be no bet happening, especially if you're the one getting betted on."

new fresh tears come rolling down your cheek, this time they were tears of relief. glad to know that everything was real, that you weren't just a toy.

"you promise you'll cut him off starting now?" you whispered, looking at him with big glassy eyes.

"i've cut him since high school, y/n. it's him who's keep clinging to me. but i promise he won't be saying anything about the both of us anymore." jay pressed your foreheads together, pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"you will forever be the prettiest and the only one i'll ever love this much in this world, my baby."

★ SIM JAEYUN ( 0.5k wc )

jake watched you run away in confusion, staring at the laughing crowd and turning to look at your locker only to be met with the note he has been telling everyone to throw away.

he angrily took it from your locker, ripping the small paper into pieces. "how many times have i told you to cut this shit out? do you want me to report all of you for harassment and bullying?" he raised his voice at the crowd who had stopped their laughter.

"that's what i thought." he frowned, pushing past them and running after you.

jake knew what everyone was doing the moment it spread that he was dating you. he had received dms telling him he could do better and if he was merely toying with your feelings.

he had told them countless times to drop it, even going far as to almost punch the person who has created the bets if it wasn't for sunoo holding him back. he had hoped that it wouldn't reach you. it was another one of his reasons on why he always went to school earlier, just in case it was placed on your locker. unfortunately, you were earlier than him today.

it's not like he was tolerating it, he had tried countless times to report it but they'd only say it was probably only for fun and he shouldn't take jokes seriously.

but jokes were meant to be funny, right?

jake opened the door that lead to the rooftop slowly, peeking his head to look if you were there. to his luck, you were.

your back faced him while your bag was placed down carelessly beside your feet. jake approached slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you further.

"baby?" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you turned your head towards him, showing him your tear stained cheeks. "oh, y/n." he sighed and held your cheeks, wiping away the salty liquid off your precious face.

"jake.. why are you dating me, of all people?" you ask through tears, avoiding his eyes.

jake's eyes softened, he dated you because you were different from everyone who wanted to be like the everyone else, did that make sense? you were your own person, you didn't care about social status, wealth, his circle of friends, and whether someone was good looking or not. you were soft hearted, to the point that you had let others take advantage of that leading them to walking all over you.

and he hated that.

"why not you?" he said softly, tilting your chin up so that you could meet his eyes. "you're everything i've ever needed."

"you can tell the truth." you mutter, looking at jake. his mouth formed a pout, heart broken at the way you had so little love for yourself.

"i am telling the truth, baby." he whispers, taking your hands and placing them on his face before putting his own hands back on yours. "everything is a joke to them when i'm involved." you whisper, ignoring the way your voice broke.

"we don't care about what they think, they're all just jealous. everything we've been through and what i feel for you are real, no jokes." he smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"you promise?"

"baby i'd choose you over anyone in this world over and over again until the heavens above is tired of me."

★ PARK SUNGHOON (0.7k wc)

sunghoon frowned, confused and hurt. he wanted to fix whatever happened, so he took his phone from the couch and his car keys from the wooden bowl in his foyer.

it was when he was in the elevator that he noticed his phone was open. his breath hitched, finally knowing the reason for your departure and choice of words. sunghoon quickly left the group chat and started dialing your number.

it was true that you were a bet. were. he didn't even know why he agreed, maybe because he wanted so badly to fit in. he didn't want a repeat of middle school, so instead of being the bullied and made fun of, he was now the one doing those to others. he wasn't proud of it at the slightest.

that doesn't excuse his actions though. the longer he spent time with you, the deeper he fell. sunghoon never planned for you to find out this way, he already had a plan. first he had to get rid of his 'friends', tell you everything then ask you if you still wanted him to meet your parents.

guilt always ate him alive whenever you would stay over and sleep by his side. he couldn't bring himself to meet your family knowing he hasn't told you everything and the truth.

he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest as he stood infront of the door of your house. if he died tonight on the hands of either your father or older brother, he'd welcome death with open arms.

i deserve it.

he audibly gulped when the door opened, revealing.. you. the way your brows furrowed at the sight of him tightened his chest. he stopped you before you could even close the door on him.

"y/n please, let me explain everything.. o-okay?" the way his voice cracked and the unshed tears in his eyes almost made you give in, but upon remembering what you've read, the anger in you was back.

"explain what?" you spat, turning to look over your shoulder before back at him. "that all those months i've spent loving you," you pointed at him harshly. "was just for entertainment? tell me, what was in it for you, huh?"

sunghoon shook his head, the tears now flowing down his pale cheeks. "no, no! i promise, please i love you." he reached out but you stepped back, biting your lip as you held back the tears.

"just.. leave me alone sunghoon," he felt his heart crack even more. "you've had your fun, you can laugh about i all you want now." you were taken aback when he knelt infront of you, hugging your waist as he sobbed.

"what the-" sunghoon tightened his grip on you, muttering along the words of 'im sorry', 'never meant to be like this', and something along the lines of regretting something.

"sunghoon- oh my god." you groaned as you descended to face him. "please, i didn't mean to. i-" he hiccuped, "i'm sorry, i know it was stupid and there's no reason for me to accept the bet- but i just wanted to fit in. i wanted them to take me as a part of their circle- but, but i soon realized that it was stupid." he looked at you with swollen eyes, desperation swam in his dark irises.

"because i realized that hurting you isn't worth being a part of their asshole group. it started with a bet, i admit, but i truly love you, please believe me." a sob made its way out his throat as he clung into you, his arms circling your neck. "it wasn't a lie whenever i said i'd meet your parents, i was constantly trying to get rid of them first before i met your family, i didn't want to meet them until i've told you the complete truth."

your own tears descended down your cheeks, your heart hurting for yourself and sunghoon. you stayed on the floor wrapped around each other for a moment before you both helped each other up to your feet, he looked at you intensely with red bloodshot eyes. "i'm sorry, i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore."

"i understand hoon," you whispered, bringing your hands to cup his face. "but you have to understand too that i can't trust you fully right up again." he nodded, putting his own hands on yours as he kissed your palms.

"i know.. and i'll spent the rest of my life earning it again. i love you."

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