#it's the opposite of a problem but it gives me the same startling feeling

[thatlesbiancrow]

just finished doing all my chores (something that is sadly out of character for me)

yeah the pikmin 4 to productivity pipeline is real

it's very silly on one level, but on another i'm actually really proud of myself!

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Prologue

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Prologue: Troublesome "Friends"

Summary: Saiki gives everyone the rundown on his "bothers," including (L/N) (Y/N).

Mouse Note: Welcome to A Not-So-Disastrous Romance! I am very excited to share this story with everyone, even if this fandom is very old. Truth be told, I wrote 11 chapters like three years ago, so the first few chapters don't have the level of writing I have now, but I ended up finishing this story and wanted to share it. For another point, I know that people view Saiki as asexual and sometimes aromantic, but I feel an affinity for him being asexual but demi-romantic, so I play it slow-burn. That being said, terrible beginning writing aside, I really hope everyone enjoys. Let me know what you think, commenting helps me keep writing, and I love interacting with people! Welcome to the story!

Quick Key: "Hello" -Saiki speaking telepathically Hello -Saiki thinking "Hello" -regular people talking out loud Hello -regular people thinking

            Saiki teleported to the roof to avoid Teruhashi and Nendou. One was troublesome enough. Two was insupportable.

            “Where’s Saiki? Huh? What’s going?” wondered Teruhashi, confused.

            I teleported without thinking. Saiki looked down at the crowd below him. People around me didn’t seem to notice me, but naturally, Teruhashi thinks something is strange. Well, Teruhashi, just think I was an illusion and forget about it.

            “Nendou!” remarked the pretty blue-haired girl upon seeing him.

            “Oh, wow, Teruhashi!” squeaked Nendou, blushing.

            “Have you seen Saiki?” asked Teruhashi.

            “What? My pal? No, I haven’t.” Nendou was too startled to think.

            N-no way…did he disappear? thought Teruhashi, Is it possible that I was the one seeing an illusion? She recalled what she had assumed of Saiki: “You’re so much in love with me that you see illusions of me, huh?” A light blush spread across her face. Don’t tell me I’m…No! I can’t be… She clutched her heart. Oh, no…What’re these feelings? Is it possible…that I fell in love…with Saiki?

            Oh, wow, thought Saiki as he deadpanned. This is not how he wanted things to go.

            He sighed and teleported to a nearby, empty alleyway. Sighing, he decided to go for a coffee jelly. With the new problem he had just acquired, Saiki decided he might as well enjoy a little bit of peace. He walked quickly in the opposite direction of Nendou and Teruhashi, even if it took him on a long route to Café Mami. For once in his life, he was lucky and didn’t bump into anyone on the way there. His luck ran out, however, as soon as he entered.

            “Saiki!” called a teenager with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. They were grinning and waving.

            He couldn’t avoid them now; it would draw attention to him for being rude. He sighed and sat down across from them.

            This is (Y/N) (L/N). They’re another troublesome person who complicates my life. They even call me their friend and insist I use their first name. The worst part is I can’t read their mind. They aren’t dumb like Nendou, though. Do you see those earrings?

            (Y/N) had simple, metallic studs in their ears.

            They’re made of germanium, which apparently keeps me from seeing through them with my X-ray vision or hearing their thoughts with my telepathy.

            He had only realized this after he saw them during school and on the weekends and the only thing that was the same between the outfits was their earrings. Saiki wished he could get his hands on some germanium. Hearing everybody’s thoughts was tiring. That being said, (Y/N) being unreadable was…disconcerting.

            “Nice to see you, Saiki. Are you here for your usual coffee jelly?” asked (Y/N) cheerfully.

            The pink-haired psychic nodded. Yare yare…Why do I hang out with you?

            “Oh!” They brightened. “I guess since you’re kind of like my guest right now, I should treat you!”

            Saiki’s eyes widened in excitement. Ah, I remember now. (Y/N) treated him to, well, treats. That made them more tolerable than other people.

            Seeing his expression, (Y/N) laughed. They knew what he was excited for. “You’re more excited to see the coffee jelly than to see your friend.” They didn’t mind, though. They knew Saiki wasn’t one for being open or friendly, but they’d spent enough time with him to know he’d just leave if he really didn’t like him.

            He wanted to say that they weren’t friends, but even he had to admit, he thought they were pretty tolerable compared to most of the people who crowded around him. Sure, their bright optimism was sometimes exhausting to Saiki, but for the most part, they were pretty low-maintenance and understood he was an extreme introvert and liked time to himself. Plus, although they were energetic at times, but they understood when things were too much for Saiki. And, to be completely honest, he didn’t mind getting to be around someone he couldn’t hear the thoughts of. He could act like a relatively normal person.

            Saiki would never say all that, though. No way. No, the only thing he’d say was, “Coffee jelly is really good.”

            “Can’t argue with that,” admitted (Y/N).

            Their server, who coincidentally was Mera (probably trying to make money as usual), approached their table. She took their orders and headed to the kitchen to alert the chefs.

            “You look more annoyed than usual, what happened?” asked (Y/N).

            Saiki sighed. They unfortunately pay attention to me and can read parts of my emotions. It’s weird. Maybe they’re an empath. “I ran into Teruhashi.”

            (Y/N) laughed. “The only guy immune to her charms.”

            “She brings too much attention.”

            “You’re friends with Nendou and Kaidou. A bit of attention is inevitable,” teased (Y/N), leaning on their hand and grinning.

            “They’re not my friends.”

            “Uhuh, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” chirped (Y/N).

            Mera brought their orders. Luckily, she hadn’t stolen a bite from either of the coffee jellies.

            “Mmmm,” hummed (Y/N) and Saiki contentedly at the taste.

            Peaceful relaxation with (Y/N). Just the way I like it. Saiki sighed happily.

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[just-lexy]

It looks like this year my creative spur was nonexistent. I found an old draft on my PC and I revamped it a bit to not let this year pass without any contribution. Not that it is necessary, but it makes me a tiny bit sad.

Please, have this bittersweet snippet featuring Kai and Max :)

About comfort and kisses

“How are you?”

“Same as usual.”

Kai had learned over the years to open up more to his friends, although he still struggled to openly admit when he wasn't okay. At least he was no longer glossing over fake answers or avoiding answering them altogether.

Since back in the day, Kai has been asked all sorts of questions by the other Bladebreakers.

It started as bits of advice on attacks and strategies, to then vary toward other topics according to their age, from school problems to issues regarding early adult experiences and the associated responsibilities.

Kai wasn't sure what he'd done to earn that trust, especially considering how he'd behaved during the early years of their friendship. Oh, how he wished he could have given his teenage self an earful.

Maybe the cause was how he'd presented himself since he'd started working alongside his grandfather in the family business. Outside of practice, he was always impeccably dressed in his polished, brand-name clothes, which gave him a more adult attire. Typical Bladebreakers to be fooled by appearances.

And this tendency continued, and in recent months he wondered even more why. He didn't feel in the right mental state to be a confidant or give any advice.

But Max had come to him with his questions, and although he hadn't felt able to, he had tried to respond most effectively. So, he had been following Max's events over the past few weeks as he was questioning his sexuality following a new and unexpected attraction to a friend of his.

They were sitting on the stools in his kitchen, on opposite sides of the central island, when he noticed out of the corner of his eye Max standing up. Kai blinked back to the present; he had zoned out glancing at a random spot in the sink, not remembering his own thoughts.

Maybe Max had gotten tired of sitting there in silence and was leaving. Instead of heading toward the living room, Max circumnavigated the island and stood next to him, causing Kai to turn in his direction.

From their position, Max, who had had a not inconsiderable growth spurt in his late teens, watched him from the same height.

Kai didn't have time to register his movements as Max leaned toward him, cupping his face in his hands, and bringing their lips together in a sweet little kiss. It wasn't a big deal, Max had barely tasted his lips. It wasn't a real kiss, but it wasn't a peck either. The whole thing had lasted little more than a second, just long enough to feel a hint of wetness on his lips.

“You told me you would have liked to have somebody to kiss.”

Kai was startled until he remembered a video call they had. Max had updated him on his crush and Kai had urged him to talk to his friend about it and, why not, maybe decide to kiss him. Then, he'd voiced that desire, more as a nudge of encouragement than anything else. After all, yes, he would have liked to kiss someone again, not a stranger in a bar, but someone important, someone he loved.

“That’s not what I meant,” Kai smiled fondly, trying to ignore the sudden lump in his throat.

“I know, but that’s what I can offer you as your friend.”

Max's hands were still around his face, and probably he felt the awkwardness, because he let them slide towards his arms. Instead of letting him go, he pushed him into a tight and warm hug, his hands on Kai’s back motioning in comforting movements.

Kai sighed and responded to the hug, wrapping his arms around Max's body, letting his warmth calm his latest turmoils.

Maybe more than a kiss, he had been needing a hug.

[nathaslosthershit]

We need to try that again|| Jack Hughes x reader

Pairing: Jack Hughes x reader

Warnings: I never know what warnings to give, kissing (?)

Summary: In the heat of the moment, you kiss your boyfriend. The only problem? It was your first kiss with each other and he doesn’t feel he got to “savor” it enough. What a dork.

A/n: This is corny I know and probably so far from what Jack is like but let a girl be delusional. 

Word Count: 800+

You and Jack would be cooking a meal together, alone and in the comfort of your own home. Or, maybe he would play an intense and very important game where he scored the game winning goal in OT and you two would meet afterwards, running into each other's arms like it was a cheesy romance film. Maybe he'd take you to a nice dinner and before getting into the car ask “can I kiss you?”

Maybe these fantasies were stupid to spend your time thinking about but after almost a month of dating Jack, almost a month without a single kiss, you had been hoping for something romantic and sweet to mark your first of, hopefully, many kisses. But there has been nothing. Nada. You have been patient and were happy to wait longer for him but just wanted to know, why? Why has it taken so long for him to kiss you?

But now that you think about it, you could easily kiss him first. Maybe it doesn’t matter if its sweet and well thought out. Maybe what you needed was a heated, spur of the moment kiss with your beautiful boyfriend.

But is that what you wanted, something not thought out? Didn’t you crave the anticipation of waiting knowing it was about to happen. Knowing that the butterflies in your stomach fluttered at the same velocity as the ones in his.

While lost in thought Jack had managed to finally reach your apartment. He was supposedly at practice. Actually there was no practice but that's what he told you so you'd be surprised when he came over with take-out and flowers. On his way over, he had to bite his lip to stop the stupid smile on his face, but the older woman passing by noticed it, as well as his urgency and the flowers in his hand, and gave him a knowing smile as she laughed while walking in the opposite direction. It was clear to everyone, those in his life and those just observing, that this relationship was different and he treated it as such. 

He enjoyed the feeling of getting almost dizzy from all the excitement of being around you. It was new and so unlike anything he'd had with anyone else in the past. That's why he couldn’t get himself to make any new moves. It's scary to act when you feel something so intensely. 

Opening the door to reveal a very smiley Jack Hughes was a very shocking but very welcome surprise. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Wow come on don’t be too excited to see me” he replies snarkily. 

“Im sorry, I just thought you'd had practice, you did tell me you had practice, did you not?”

“I did but I didn’t have practice. Wanted to surprise you so I stretched the truth a little. You aren’t upset about that, right?” He suddenly looked worried.

In that split second, you had made up your mind. Grabbing his collar and kissing him deeply, he drops the bag of food and flowers from impact. The noise they made startled you enough to come to your senses. As you quickly pull away, you can see a mix of confusion, panic, and possibly lust on his face. His silence snaps you out of your post kiss daze enough to start freaking out.

“Shit, Jack. I don't know what- I wasn’t thinking, i'm so-”

“We need to try that again.” 

“Excuse me”

“You just kissed me”

“...I did”

“Quickly.”

“I guess”

“I didn’t get to savor it.” He coughs out. At this admission, his face is bright red and grows an even deeper red when he hears your laugh.

“Savor it? Oh my god, Jack, what romcom did you take that line from?”

“You know what? Maybe i'll enjoy these flowers and this food by myself if you want to-”

“Just get inside, Jack. I'll kiss you again but only if we aren't standing in the hallway for all my neighbors to see.”

When you pull him in and close the door, you realize this is what you had hoped for. Shared butterflied as you look at one another, waiting for the other to make a move, knowing what was next and being as excited as you were nervous for it. 

Finally he pulls you in.

“Much better” Jack mumbles against your lips.

[danikamariewrites]

Stitches

Manon x reader

Warnings: angst and mentions of injuries

You limped in through the front doors of the castle of Orynth. Tired and covered in blood, you made your way to the throne room to give Aelin your report. Your injuries weren’t too bad, nothing you were worried about, so they could wait a few more minutes.

As you entered the throne room Aelin looked up from the papers she was signing and gasped, “Y/N! Gods, what happened? Are you all right?” You wince a little, shifting your weight from foot to foot, holding your side. “I’m ok. Just a little banged up is all.”

The Queen looks at you, annoyed that you're casually dripping blood all over her marble floor instead of getting stitched up. “What happened? I know you won’t rest until you tell me.”

“Whoever the shadow is I scared him off, for now. He’s still out there, but injured so that will slow him down.” Aelin nods slowly, lost in thought. “Go rest. We can figure this out later.”

As you leave the threshold of the throne room you bump into Manon. “Sorry.” You mumble, becoming flustered, walking away as fast as you can from the witch. You weren’t scared of her, quite the opposite.

You have been pining after Manon for years now. At first, you made it obvious, but she seemed to have eyes for Dorian. You knew they were together in the past but after Erawan and Maeve, they rarely saw each other.

Your feelings for the Witch Queen never went away. You weren’t sure she ever felt the same way about you. Manon didn’t care for many people. Just Elide and her Thirteen. And that was fine. She didn’t have to return your feelings for her. It was only you holding onto them.

You thought something sparked between the two of you last month. You had been hanging out a lot but then she suddenly stopped seeking you out. She was distant and cold. You never shared more than a few words or glances in passing.

After a few minutes of sitting in your room alone, Yrene came in. Was everyone visiting Terrasen today? “Oh gods, let’s get you patched up y/n.” A light laugh escapes your lips. “Hello to you too, Yrene.”

As Yrene was finishing up the last stitch on your side Manon bursts through your door. You startle but Yrene, unphased by the intrusion, ties off the last stitch. You scramble for your shirt, self-conscious that you were half-naked in front of your crush.

“Leave us Yrene.” Manon grits out. Smirking at you, Yrene quickly packs and leaves. You stare at Manon, wide-eyed, “What is your problem?” Stalking over to you she grabs your jaw turning your face side to side. Dissecting each bruise and scrape.

She turns you back to her piercing gaze, “Who did this to you?” The question comes out in a cold calm. A shiver runs down your spine at the anger you feel radiating from Manon.

You bat her hand away, your face scrunched in anger. “Why do you care?” You get up from the desk chair, shuffling over to your closet. When you emerge in a loose shirt and pants Manon still hasn’t answered you.

You lower yourself to sit on the edge of your bed, careful to not rip your stitches. You notice Manon looks worried, “well? Why do you care all of a sudden?” Manon picks at her nails nervously. She takes a tentative step toward you. “I've always cared.”

You scoff at her, “You have a funny way of showing it.” Manon stops in front of you, taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry for the way I've been acting lately. I've been trying to be better, but emotions are hard for me.” she looks down avoiding your eyes.

“I care because I'm in love with you, y/n. After I realized my feelings I got scared and I pushed you away.” tears start to form in your eyes. You felt bad that this was so hard for Manon, but you couldn't help but feel ecstatic that she returned your feelings.

Reaching out you wrap your hands around her pale ones. You two had a lot to talk about but that can wait. “I'm in love with you too, Manon. It did hurt when you shut me out, so thank you for apologizing.”

She perked up, a smile gracing her vicious mouth. “I want to be with you, y/n. And if you'll let me, I'll make it up to you.” you bring her hands to your mouth, lightly kissing them, looking up at her through your lashes. “I'd like that Manon.”

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[twila-star]

Your roommate didn’t let you know they were having an overnight guest and you wake up to a stranger in your house, but they’re kinda attractive?

Gon rubbed his face sleepily, a big yawn coming out of his mouth. He usually wakes earlier than this but that assignment from his professor had to get done by this morning. Hopefully his roommate Zushi got up by now and made something to wake him up. Hmm, based off that wonderful aroma, Zushi probably did.

Gon rounded the corner, a greeting on his lips as he heard rummaging in his kitchen. But he was met with opposite of his roommate, tall, stark white hair and fair skin, opening a cabinet.

We’re getting robbed. Was Gon’s first thought.

“Ahh!” Gon cried out startling the stranger from his musings. Gon reached for the closest blunt object, a shoe shaped key holder Gon thought was so cute when him and Zushi shopped together to fill their apartment, and threw it at the guy.

Shocking Gon, he simply caught it like Gon was throwing him a soft ball, and shocking Gon even further, he looked amused at Gon’s outcry. He looked the shoe over while Gon took a moment to collect himself, effectively stumped from the crazy reaction.

“Pretty tacky, but cute.” The man said in a low baritone and Gon cursed his head cause this was not the time to find the thief attractive. “Breakfast?” The man offered next, putting the shoe down and picking up the full pan up in a gliding motion, and Gon started to wonder how a demi god was sent into their apartment.

“What…?” Gon asked.

“Oh, Zushi didn’t tell you? I’m Killua, we went on a date last night and he asked me to stay over the night. I thought it was only fair to make breakfast.” Killua said. Gon closed his eyes, so embarrassed that he attacked an innocent stranger who was invited into their house like a psycho, and then only felt upset at Zushi for not telling him ahead of time to expect company.

“S- I’m so sorry about that- the… shoe!” Gon said, rounding the corner to try and see if Killua was hurt anywhere. Gon was a little confused why his cheeks colored a bit and he leaned back against te counter in an effort to look relaxed, but then remembered he only came out in low hanging sweatpants and Killua… was only wearing a big shirt of Zushi’s. Gon flushed too and tried to use Killua’s tactic of fake ease to step back.

“I’m not hurt…” Killua offered in lieu of Gon’s physical inspection. “Um, but it’s nice to meet you, Zushi spoke alot about you.” Killua said, and turned to get the eggs out the pan next to crispy bacon he probably cooked first and a pot of coffee.

“Ah… No problem… but I wished I could say the same. Zushi didn’t say you were coming or even a word about a date?” Gon said, carefully looking Killua’s profile over now his attention was elsewhere. Now that he knows he isn’t a robber, Gon can rightfully think he’s attractive.

“Ah, it was sorta sudden, the date. Things sorta moved fast from when we met.” Killua said. Gon groaned, looking to one side.

“Ah, I could kill him for not giving me an heads up, I’m really sorry for throwing that at you.” Gon said, feeling like he didn’t do enough to make up for that blunder.

“I feel a little wronged too. I went out with him when I could have had a date with you. But I met you now, so that’s something.” Killua gave a grin to Gon, obviously looking him over before place a  prepared plate down by Gon’s side, hand nearly brushing Gon’s hip as he pulled back with a look in his eyes.

“Oh…” Gon breathed out, effectively stunned. This guy was amazing. “Then allow me to make it up to you and take you out?” Gon grinned feeling emboldened. Killua’s answering coy smile sent Gon’s heart racing.

“Ok.”

That’s how Zushi came out sleepily from his room to find his roommate and his last night date sitting close together talking and laughing over coffee like Killua had stayed the night with Gon, not Zushi. They both gave him glares and he was lke, ah, I messed up.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 17 - House’s Father

It was two months before Wilson came back and the only person not asking House if he’d spoken to Wilson yet was Anna. She made visits, even spoke to Wilson herself and found out he was leaving.

‘Can’t you talk to him?’ He asked while she was doing rounds.

‘Can’t you?’ Anna shot back.

‘I did.’

‘Yelling and insulting doesn’t count.’ She turned to face him, forcing him to enter into her space. ‘Go and talk to him, be nice, tell him what your friendship means to him.’

House nodded and let her get on with her day. He tried to say he was sorry, but Wilson wouldn’t believe him.

By the end of the week, House was watching Wilson leave his office for the last time. His best friend left because of him and there was nothing he could do to stop it happening. House went up to Anna’s office and waited for her to finish.

‘Do I make you miserable?’ He asked as she was finishing up some notes.

‘No.’ She said, still looking at her notes. ‘I was miserable before I met you, I deal with it appropriately and have thus become immune to your negative ways.’

It made his mood lighten, but not enough to smile.

‘I’m in love with you.’ He watched her eyes snap up to his, he didn’t dare look away, he needed her to believe him, he needed someone to believe him when he told the truth. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t say it before now. I should’ve told you more often.’

Anna thought for a moment, before smiling gently and giving him a nod. ‘I’ve just got one more file to review and then we can leave.’

House knew this was her way of accepting his statement without making him feel all warm and fuzzy. They just weren’t fuzzy people.

I’d seen the same guy three times as I went to work, I decided to confront him.

‘Please tell me your one of House’s play things.’ I said, turning around to see the startled man. ‘Because if you’re not, then you’re stalking me.’

He confessed to being a private detective and to keeping an eye on whatever House told him to.

‘Okay, I’m going to have a word with House and you’re going to back off. Got it?’

‘Yes ma’am.’ He nodded a little scared.

‘If there are any bugs in my flat, they’ll be removed before I get home tonight.’

He swallowed nervously and I turned to leave. I went straight to House’s office.

‘You paid a PI to follow me around.’

House stopped mid throw of his cricket ball. ‘No, I paid him to find stuff out about Wilson.’

‘That’s not a better excuse, you know that right?’

‘You never told me you paint.’ He turned in his chair to face me.

‘I don’t.’ I shook my head and folded my arms.

‘No, but you used to.’ He shot back. ‘Why did you stop?’

I shrugged. ‘I don’t know, I just don’t have time anymore.’

House nodded and gave me a softer look. ‘What if you did have time?’

‘What does that even mean?’

‘It’s simple enough,’ he said, reasonably. ‘If you had time to paint, or go rock climbing again, would you do it?’

I didn’t expect him to be so soft about it. I sat down opposite him and watched him lean forward to observe me.

‘Why are you asking me that? I don’t have time to go rock climbing or to paint because I’m always here or with you.’ I frowned, more confused than ever.

‘Yeah, yeah, I get that you don’t have time, I’m asking if you did have time, would you want to do those things again?’

I narrowed my eyes, suspiciously. ‘I’m not giving up my job and I’m not going to spend less time with you just so I can paint some crappy landscape.’

House pushed his chair back and lifted a small canvas, it was an old painting I did of the London skyline at night. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.

‘It’s good.’ He said, observing it as well. ‘Must’ve taken a while.’

‘About three weeks.’ I nodded, trying to figure out his game.

‘Three weeks shows dedication.’

‘It could show obsession.’

‘Either way, you like to paint.’ House concluded, positioning the canvas next to his computer. ‘Can I keep it?’

‘Sure, do what you want with it.’ I rolled my eyes and went to get up and leave his office.

‘You should paint again.’ He said as I got to the door. It stopped me from leaving. ‘If you wanted to, you should do it again.’

‘I don’t have time.’ I reiterated.

‘What if I took a case a week from you?’ He offered. ‘You’d spend less time here, still see me whenever you want and you’d have time to do things you enjoy.’

I frowned, not quite believing that I was smiling. ‘You want to take one boring patient a week just to give me an extra couple of hours at home every week? Why? What’s in it for you?’

House was quiet for a moment. ‘Nothing. I just want you to be happy.’ He ran his hand over his face, regretting his choice to even bring it up.

‘Greg, I’m happy.’ I said, catching his attention. ‘Not all the time, not every minute of every day, but I’m happy. Aren’t you?’

It was a moment before he answered. ‘No.’ He shook his head and I felt my heart drop. ‘I still want what I want. I figured this was another way to get it.’

It broke my heart there and then. Wilson was gone, he was suffering without his best friend, his team was holding on by a shoe string and his goal was still to make me happy.

‘Define more.’ I said, breaking his thought process. ‘What does more mean to you? Does it mean we go to events together? We solve medical mysteries as a couple? Does it mean marriage and kids? What does more mean for you?’ House was silent for a long time and I felt myself deflate. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, House.’

I left his office and went home to drink the night away. I knew this was a bad idea.

House thought he was doing the right thing, turns out he had no idea what the right thing was anymore. Lucas had told him Anna used to paint and kept her pieces in a cupboard that he had no reason to go into, the London skyline at night was an especially good and detailed piece of work, it looked as though it provided her with a lot of pleasure while she was working on it.

He knew he’d hate taking any boring patient, but if it meant she could dedicate more of her time to making herself happy then he’d suffer it. He wanted this to work, but when she’d asked him straight what more meant, he didn’t have an answer. Marriage and kids scared him, just going places and hanging out at medical conferences sounded fun, even teaming up was appealing, but he didn’t know how that differed from what they had now. He could tell people she was his girlfriend and she didn’t object, he could even flaunt his good fortune, but something would still be missing. He would still want more.

House decided he needed to figure things out, he needed his best friend back, he needed something that wasn’t what he had, but maybe he didn’t actually know what that was anymore.

House ignored calls from his mother. How she managed to get my number was a mystery, but she told me that House’s father had been ill for a while and passed away. She wanted me to make sure he went to the funeral. I co-ordinated with Cuddy and managed to inject him with a sedative to get him to get into a car with Wilson and sent off to the funeral.

Once he was back, I made a visit, he was drinking and celebrating the fact that his father wasn’t actually his father. I promised I’d come over at the weekend if he wanted to hang out.

‘I think I’m going to hang out with Wilson tonight.’ He said. ‘You can come along if you want?’

I thought about it for a moment. ‘Maybe you and him should spend some time together. Call if you need anything.’ I smiled and left him alone.

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[starwolf-and-marauders]

That got a little bigger that just a date but you ask and I shall deliver. It's around 2.000 words

They've been on a few dates since they returned from Christmas break, but Regulus doesn't seem open. He is trying to contain himself as if he is scared of trusting and confinding, always hiding his smile one way or another even though James can clearly see it. He is sure someone else wouldn't, but James is so keen to knowing Regulus and exploring him that he is always watching closely for his little expressions and gestures.

So that's how he finds himself trying his hardest to plan the perfect date for valentine's day. Regulus at first said he was busy, that he couldn't make it. James of course rushed to find another hour for their date, even celebrate the holiday on some other day, just so he could be with Reg on the day of love, because even if he'd never tell him this as it's too soon (you've been dating for only one month; get a hold James!), James is totally, wholly and completely smitten with the youngest Black. So sue him for wanting to be with him on valentine's day. After so many insists, Regulus said he might be able to change his plans for that day and James felt elated.

Later, James figured that Regulus might have been hesitant for other reasons. He knows he isn't used to love and affection and he remembers how hard Sirius found it to be with Moony, to believe that he's loved. Now, James doesn't think that they're the same, but trauma this bad, leaves marks behind.

So he's made it his life mission to prove to Regulus that he is loved and that he deserves to be loved. And that's the plan for this date.

But the problem is that he can't find something that's half as perfect as Reg, and everything must be perfect. He's spent the entire week trying to come up with ideas, but he's come up with nothing. He figured they could sneak to Hogsmeade, go to the bookstore and spend time together but that's too simple for the day. And James Potter is the exact opposite of simple.

He settles eventually for flying. He'll ask the elves to prepare something to eat and he'll take Regulus to the pitch. They both love flying and James hasn't failed to notice how relaxed Reg is while he's on his broom. And this day is all about Regulus and him being happy and relaxed. So yes, flying will do.

He runs down to the kitchens and the elves are more than happy to prepare the food. He gives them instructions as to what to make and the takes off to his dorm to get prepared.

He walks in and he barely acknowledges his friends in his hurried attempt to be on his best looks for Reg. Peter asks him what he's so worried about but he's too distracted to give a proper answer. Because that's when he looks out the window and notices that the quidditch pitch is occupied.

"No, no no no no no no!" He mumbles and he distantly hears someone's bed curtains being opened. It's Remus', revealing him and Sirius cuddling while he is reading a book.

Sirius' expression is worried as he asks "Is everything alright Prongs?"

"No" he whines, dragging out the "o" in his dramatic state. And he has every right to be dramatic because this is a true emergency! "Why the hell are there people at the pitch! I already looked and it wasn't booked!"

"The Hufflepuff team has a last minute training for the match against Slytherin this weekend. Why is that bad?" Sirius asks again and James is startled to find that his voice is louder, as if he's standing beside him now. Maybe he didn't notice him approaching in his panic.

"What am I gonna do now?" He asks, as he's starting to feel the panic and the feeling of not being enough for Reg creeping in. "I had planned the perfect date for Reggie and now it's all ruined! I can't find a better idea for a perfect date for him, and now he's gonna think I don't like him that much, and he's gonna think that I'm not doing romantic stuff for him, and that I didn't care about the date and that I had forgotten about it, and he's going to hate me and break up with me because I'm not good enough for him!"

"James, mate, relax." He feels hands grip his shoulders and he's turned around to fully face Sirius. "There are plenty other things you can do for your date. You can use the dorm so you two will be alone, since Reg likes calm and indoors. You know he doesn't want you to be perfect. If he likes you, and as his brother I believe he does, he's gonna be happy that he'll spend time with you."

"But what are you guys gonna do? I can't force you three out of your dorm and you and Moony would spend time here today. I can't ruin your valentine's day!"

"I was going to study at the greenhouse either way with Mary." Peter says and Sirius adds "And Moony hates valentine's. Do you think he'll mind where we spend our time? We can go to the common room and cuddle by the fire and be disgustingly sappy and romantic."

"Meaning our usual." Remus adds.

"Thank you guys. But I must admit, Pads, you hate the fact that I'm dating your brother and I'm a little curious as to why you're being so calm about this."

"You're my best friend, Prongs. Yes, I don't like you dating my brother but I don't like anyone dating him. It's a sibling thing. But you love and feel so kindly and wholly that I prefer you fancying my brother than any other person loving him." Sirius says and he's moved his hands to cap James' face. "But if you dare fuck my little brother in my dorm I'm gonna kill you."

"And that's how to ruin the mood" Pete says cheerfully.

James giggles and hugs Sirius. "Okay, okay I gotta get ready. I only got..." he checks his clock. He feels panic taking over again as his eyes widen. "thirty minutes?!" And then he shoves Sirius away to finish getting ready.

When he's finished, he looks absolutely hot and kissable (he is being objective here, he fancies guys so he can tell when someone is good-looking). He starts decorating the room, and his friends (how he loves those three people) help him.

When he is satisfied with the result, he runs to the kitchen to bring the food and sets them on a blanket at the floor. He smiles at the end result, hugs his friends and then tells them to be gone by the time he returns with Reg.

He finds him in the map at the library, as he expected, so he heads quickly there. He goes in and Madame Pince immediately throws him a look. They weren't a few times that the marauders have caused chaos in there. Undisturbed, he flashes her his most charming smile and heads over to Regulus' favourite spot. He finds him curled up in a chair reading a muggle book called "pride and prejudice". James must admit he doesn't like the title of the book. It feels as the book is too dark and snob and, well, prejudiced.

"Hi Reg!" He greets in a singsong voice and very much excited. Now his smile has given its place to a grin as Regulus lifts his head, his black curls falling over his eyes, and responds. "Hi James.". And James can see the hint of a smile there and every worry about the date evaporates as Regulus stands up and James can fully appreciate him. He has put effort on his looks, James notices. He's always stunning and today isn't an exception. But he's wearing rings in every long finger of his and he's wearing his black sweater with his brown pants that do things to James and his black boots. James can see two silver chains hanging off his neck and a silver bracelet on his left hand. And what a sight he is. James wants to drop on his knees and worship him like the muggles do in those buildings with the big cross on the outside.

"Are we going or are you gonna drool over me some more?" Regulus asks and he smirks and James can't even feel embarrassed. Not when Reg is sounding so smug and pleased.

"Although I would love to enjoy the view, we have a date to go to."

"Lead the way Potter."

They are taking off, side by side, and James not so subtly bumps their shoulders as they walk. Regulus rolls his eyes but James can see the ever so faint blush that's covered his cheeks. "We're going to my dorm. I've prepared something there." Regulus turns to look at him and his eyebrows fly up. James feels his cheeks burn and he hurries to explain as he fixes his glasses "No- not for that, of course! I just thought it would be nice to spend time alone in a cozy atmosphere."

"Relax, Potter, I'm just messing with you."

James smiles but he can't help but notice the fact that Reg has called him Potter two times in five minutes. Is he losing interest? Of course, he often calls him that but in the mood he's in today, he can't stop the anxious feeling in his stomach.

His nervousness must have shown because he feels fingers touching his elbow. He turns to look at Reg and finds him already looking, and James swears his eyes are filled with care. "Are you alright James? You seem a little... Off."

And James smiles wider as he hears his name leave Regulus' lips. "It's nothing, really. Some stupid thoughts." Regulus looks like he's going to speak but they've reached the griffindor common room and James is saying the password.

In the back of his mind he notices that Moony and Padfoot were true to their word and they're seated on the large armchair by the fire while Remus reads and Sirius talks with Lily. There are a few other people around, but not many. He can see and hear Marlene as she makes wild gestures and tells Pete and Mary about her plans with Dorcas for the day. She seems thrilled and James smiles at himself. "Hey McKinnon!" Regulus is calling her. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Marls smile at him. "Hello to you too baby Black! And to answer your question I'm meeting Dorcas at six fifteen. So I have a little time to rant about her." She is so excited James can feel it radiating through her and he can also feel her need to hit something out of excitement. And then what she said sits on him. "Marls, I think you should hurry. It's half past six." Her eyes widen at that and she runs off to find her girlfriend as she swears.

He laughs at his friend as he leads his boyfriend up the stairs and into his dorm. He tells him to close his eyes as he opens the door and takes him by the hand to guide him in carefully. He checks that everything is perfect and then he turns to look at Regulus' expression as he says "Now you can open them."

When he does, his face softens. It's not obvious, but James has learnt the changes of his expressions. And his face now means good. A warm feeling spreads in his chest as he smiles as wide as he can.

(it sounds a little creepy but believe me it's just James Potter being a simp and a people pleaser)

The tips of his mouth curl a little as he takes in the candles around the dorm, the fairy lights floating like stars on the ceiling, the blankets and cushions on the ground by James' bed and the snacks right beside it. He turns to look at James and there are so many emotions there that even James can't decipher them. "it's perfect" he whispers and James feels himself beaming even harder even though he thought it wasn't possible.

He hasn't let Regulus' hand and neither has reg tried to escape his grip, so he guides them towards the blanket nest to curl up beside each other. He casts a silence charm so they are in private and he sets on moony's record player.

They are talking and eating and sometime James lied down on the blankets and Regulus is now sitting between his legs. And he feels so in love. And with this feeling comes the guilt. Because Reg probably doesn't feel loved right now. Not with this pathetic excuse of a date. It's not something special like James had promised. He wouldn't even blame Regulus if he was mad at him right now.

He can feel his boyfriend's fingers travel up and down his knee. "Reggie?"

He turns to look at him but he doesn't stop his fingers. "Hhm?"

"I'm sorry" he says quietly.

Regulus frowns. "What the hell are you sorry about?"

"The date. It's not something special nor something romantic. I was trying all week to find something perfect for you but I couldn't come up with anything. I wanted this date to show you how special I think you are but it's not something big so I doubt you got that message. I'm in love with you and I messed our valentine's day that you didn't even want to celebrate in the first place. But I still insisted as always. And you felt obligated to say yes. And now you're not having a good time. And you'll hate me and you'll break up with me and I shouldn't even complain about that because I caused it. But either way it'll hurt me really bad if you leave me and it's selfish and I hate being selfish."

Regulus just stares at him. Then he commands James to sit up. And James does because he'd do anything this man asks him to. He sits with his back against his bed and he crosses his legs in front of him. He lets out a surprised "oof" as regulus comes over and sits on top of him, takes his face in hia hands and locks their gazes. And the only thing James can do is to stare at him mesmerized. "Jamie, mon soleil, listen to me very carefully. I said it's perfect here and I truly believe it. You may think it's not something special, but for me it is. As you must know from Sirius, I hadn't the best childhood. My house never felt like a home. The only time I felt safe and comfortable in it, it was - and if you repeat that to anyone I will kill you - in Sirius' bed curled up with him. Yet, with you I always feel safe, no matter what. In here, I feel safe because I know that's only me and you and that you tried to make something special for me. And you succeeded. And you never have to try to impress me, Jamie. I always have a great time when I'm with you. Even if we're not talking, just sitting beside each other, basking in each other's company I'm happy." He tucks a strand of hair behind James' ear. "And just take my word that I know how much you like me and appreciate me amd that I didn't say yes because I felt obliged to. I'd never do something like that. I said yes because I like you and I wanted to spend some time with you. And for your information, this is the best valentine's day I've ever had. So don't think I'm planning on leaving you. Ever. You make me happy and warm and comfortable. You're like the sun. My sun, mon soleil." James can't understand what Reg means about making him feel warm because he is making James warm. He feels the other boy's fingers stroke his cheeks. "And, James?"

"Yes, Reg?"

A smile. "Me too"

"What?"

"The thing you didn't even realised you said. Me too. I love you too Jamie, je t'aime." And then Regulus is crushing their lips together before he can see James' expression. James gasps into the kiss and hugs reg's waist as hard without hurting him as possible.

It's a mess of lips, mouths, tongues, breaths, and love and when they break apart for air James asks with wide eyes and a breathless voice "You do?" And Regulus just smiles and nods. "Oh I love you so much, love. I can't believe I didn't even realised I said it!" And then he's kissing Reg again. "Let me devour you Reggie. Please let me."

His eyebrows fly up. "I don't think my brother will be very pleased about that."

"I don't care. Just let me kiss you and show you how much I love you."

"Okay, James. Yes, do as you wish."

And James takes him in his arms and guides both of them to his bed. And he makes love to Regulus. And he is sure Regulus can feel his love as James can feel reg's love.

And when they finish, they stay in bed. James summons the food and the map and he and his lover proceed to gossip about everyone on the map. They talk about couples when James notices Evan and Barty alone at their dorms. "Are they two dating?"

"Na-uh. They're too dense for that. My estimate is they'll figure their shit out a little before we graduate.". James laughs.

He feels so happy.

Ok this was supposed to be wayyyyy shorter but who cares? It's jegulus! Anyway I wanted to say that the whole point with pride and prejudice is for James to think that Reg is reading boring stuff with no romance when in reality he is just fangirling over Mr Darcy :)

Date time ⭐️

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But Papa! Why? Chapter 46

"Do you want me to join you on this appointment?" Baxter asked Cora.

Cora looked up from her papers and smiled. "No, I can handle this one on my own. You have fun plans with Mr. Molesley, did you not?"

Baxter's cheeks slightly coloured. "He asked me to go to the theatre tonight indeed."

"Go on then, hope you will have an amazing afternoon and evening. Tomorrow, I will give you an update on this client."

"I can tell Joseph that I will be a little bit later."

Cora put her pen down and had a more serious look on her face now. "You do like him, do you not?"

Baxter chuckled. "It is not that I do not want to go out with him. I cannot wait to see him again." She blushed again. "But I am not sure about this client and the appointment."

"What do you mean?"

"Clients normally do not want to meet before telling us what they want for their advertisement."

"Not everybody is the same, I guess. Please go and enjoy the rest of the day together with Mr. Molesley."

Baxter nodded. "When, you are sure?"

"I am sure."

Cora arrived at a small pub. The client requested for her to come down to a pub along the river side. It was a bit far from the office. But Cora decided that it did not mind, since nobody would be in the office this afternoon. She could go home directly after the meeting. Robert was away for the weekend. He had and appointment a couple of hours away, so he decided to make a weekend out of it, it would be too far to drive back home tonight. It was a strange sensation that tonight she would have to fall asleep without Robert next to her, she already dreaded it. Robert's breathing next to her had very quickly become her safe haven.

To her surprise she was welcomed when she entered the pub. That was something that normally did not happen in a pub, yes, the staff greeted you, but this time somebody was at the door. She had not been to many different pubs she realised, so she could not really comment about the customs in all the pubs.

"Miss. Levinson?" She was asked.

"I am indeed. Good afternoon."

"Follow me please, we have a table reserved for you." Cora was escorted to a booth with on both sides of the table a bench. She decided to take the seat that was facing. "Can I offer you something to drink?"

"A glass of water would be nice, thank you." Cora played with her new ring while she waited for the waiter to come back with the water. Robert had gifted her this ring on her birthday. Due to everything that happened with Rosamund and Marmaduke, they decided to not celebrate her birthday this year. But Robert said he could not let her birthday go by without making her feel special, and special she felt for sure. Robert had hired a private chef to come to her appartement. He made them an exquisite five course dinner and after the dessert, when Robert popped open the champagne he handed her a little box with this ring in it. She had cried happy tears when he slid the ring on her finger.

She was still playing with the ring when somebody slid in the booth next to her. It startled her, she had not expected the client to slid next to her and not opposite, but also not that he would not greet her before sitting down. Startled she looked to her left and saw a very familiar face.

"Good afternoon, Cora." a familiar voice said. The voice gave her chills, what did he want from her?

"I am very sorry, but I am waiting for a client." Cora tried to slide away from him, but he was closing her in and there was not much room for her to move away.

"What if I tell you that I am that client?"

Cora felt all colour drain from her face. "What do you mean Mr. Bricker?"

"Exactly what I said. You have an appointment with me."

"I do not know what you want from me. Mr. Levinson has been very clear, I am engaged to be married to Mr. Crawley. And if I am correct, Mr. Crawley compensated you richly."

"That is the problem with people who have too much money. They always think money can solve everything. You know I do not mind, because I got more than I could ever had earned with my company. But it will never stop me from seeing you. Because I know what I want and that is you."

"Mr. Bricker, I do not know how I can be any clearer. I am engaged."

"You knew what you wanted when you came to my office. You were trying to interfere with my company, and well you managed that very well. Because I do not have a company anymore."

"I am sorry, I still feel bad for it. We should never have done it that way, it was decisive and unfair."

"You are correct on that. But you can make it up to me." Simon put his hand on Cora's leg.

Cora tried to slide away from him again, but she was now pushed into the wood of the bench. "Mr. Bricker, please."

"You want more?" Simon's voice was low and it scared Cora. His hand moved over her leg, squeezing her softly.

Cora tried to tighten the muscles in her leg, but Simon did not butch, he moved his hand inwards and sat even closer to her. He pressed his nose in her curls. Cora kept them hanging lose and she regretted that now. This morning, she had debated between wearing a dress or a pant suit. She was at least glad she chooses the pants. That way her skin was not exposed to him. She felt his hand now slid over her lower back; his other hand was placed on her leg. The way his body was turned towards her, made her incredibly uncomfortable. How could she get out of this situation, without causing a scene.

She did not want to be touched by him, what should she do? She started to tremble.

"You want more?" Simon kissed her jaw, close to her ear."

This made Cora stiffen up completely, she felt she was going to faint. "I do not want this." She said almost inaudible.

"But I do, and you have to repay me for what you have done." He pressed his fingers into her spot, and she wanted to scream, but no sound came from her mouth. Why was the waiter not coming to ask what they wanted to eat, or if they wanted something else to drink. Why did nobody see what was happening?

"Stop, please." her voice was too soft to be heard.

"I do not think this is very appropriate for a business meeting." A voice said next to them. It made Simon pull his hands back. The moment his hands left her body, she slummed down. Wrapping her arms around her body trying to stop the shaking.

"Are you alright Milady?" It was Molesley's voice Cora realised.

She managed to shake her head, but she could not look up.

"You will need to leave right now Mr. Bricker."

"I am not sure who you are, but you are not ordering me to do anything." Simon answered.

"There will be big consequences if you do not get up and leave." Molesley's voice was sharp.

"This family." Simon put his hand on Cora's shoulder. "Has cost me my company already. There is nothing else for me that I could lose."

"You are very wrong in that. And what ever happened, you are never allowed to touch a woman against her consent. I am telling you again. You need to leave."

Simon stayed put and just looked up at Molesley.

All of a sudden, he was pulled from the bench and pushed outside. Cora did not get to see who pulled him away from her. Where Simon had been sitting, Baxter now sat down. "Do you want me to bring you home?"

Cora felt tears stinging in her eyes when she looked at Baxter. "Thank you, I did not know what to do. I just did not know what to do."

Baxter brushed over her arm softly. "Come, we will bring you home."

When Cora stood, she noticed that next to Molesley there was a different man standing next to him. It was Patrick, who looked at her with a very sorrow look on his face. He stretched out his hand towards her. "I am sorry my darling. If I had known how far he would go, I would have made sure he would never be that close to you." Patrick wrapped his arm around her shoulder and walked her towards the car.

Cora felt small next to him, why was she in this situation, she had always thought she would not be in a situation like this. She thought she would scream or punch the guy. But all she did was tremble and sit. She had let it happen, without trying to get away.

"Rosamund is waiting at your place, dear."

"How did you know where I was?" Cora asked with a small voice.

"Miss. Baxter here." Patrick pointed towards Baxter. "Had expressed her concerns to me once you had left. We realised something was off and we came over right away. I am sorry we were not here earlier. We should have never let you go alone."

"Miss Baxter tried to come with me, but I said I would be fine on my own. I never realised it was Mr. Bricker. How did you find out?" She looked at Baxter now.

"I do not know. But it just did not feel right, something was off with this meeting, and I am glad I followed my gut. Although I have to apologise that I let you go alone."

"None of that." Cora said resolute. "I am thankful, that you came."

"How far did he go?" Baxter asked, carefully.

Cora looked at Patrick, she saw he had his face turned away. "He touched me in an unappropriated place, but nothing more. Does Robert know?"

Patrick now looked back at her. "I have not called him yet. We wanted to get you home first, so you could calm down. Also, it will not help to get him all stressed while he is hours away. We do not want him to get in a car, when he is all worked up."

Cora knew Patrick was correct, Robert would not be able to think straight. Although she wished he would be home, she needed to feel his arms around her, she needed his reassuring presence. But Rosamund would be there, that was already a calming thought.

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Mutual Desire - Chapter 67a

*Warning - Adult Content*  

Damien Clarke locked the door of his apartment behind him and went to retrieve the key from the lock when the intonation of a voice stopped him in his gesture and startled him.

"Damien," suddenly emitted a voice.

Even by being hard of hearing, Damien could have still recognized the voice.

This voice so distinct that was able to make him feel several emotions at the same time.

He didn't need to turn to see who had just called him out.

It could only be one person and Damien was hardly surprised to see Alexander Nabokov standing a few feet away from him, when he turned his head to his left side.

Sleek and stunning as usual, the Russian man was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater.

He stood still, one hand in his black trouser pocket, his impassive eyes connecting to Damien's.

Damien tried to maintain his composure at the sight of Nabokov in front of him and pretend as if the images of the last night weren't resurfacing in his head.

He didn't want to satisfy the man by showing him that he had power over his emotional reactions.

Damien intended to remain cold and indifferent to Nabokov.

This was the attitude to adopt if he wanted to give himself a chance to permanently eliminate the Russian in his life.

After abandoning himself to him and having more or less given in, Damien had to demonstrate that what happened last night was just a moment of weakness that was never going to happen again.

The problem was to convince Nabokov that this was in fact the case.

"What are you doing here?" Damien asked, his teeth clenched.

Damien wasn't surprised to see Nabokov in front of him since it was quite in his character to give himself permission to come by his place.

On the other hand, the man always warned of his visit, either by text or an unwanted call and that hadn't been the case this time around.

"You haven't answered my messages or calls, so I came to check if you're doing okay."

Damien had been in such a hurry so he could get ready quickly that he had barely paid attention to his phone, hence why he had probably missed the messages and calls Nabokov claimed to have sent him.

But Damien had no intention of telling him the real reason he hadn't followed up on his texts and calls.

It would make him lose all credibility with the indifferent and cold facade he wanted to display.

"If I haven't replied to your texts, maybe it's because I don't want anything to do with you," Damien claimed sarcastically, irritated.

The Russian man took two steps towards Damien, casually walking, looking in no way offended by Damien"s contemptuous attitude.

"Yet last night you seemed to want to show me just the opposite," Nabokov reminded Damien, with a slight shrug.

Damien glared at Nabokov.

Inwardly, he did everything to keep his calm, although the man's words had provoked a growing anger in him.

The last thing he needed was to be reminded of his terrible mistake that night that had cost him his relationship by the man responsible for it.

Damien had learned the hard way that getting mad at Nabokov wasn't doing anything good for him, other than increasing his blood pressure.

It was best to show maturity by being icy calm.

He had before him the one who excelled at that.

"I was drunk," Damien justified himself, his voice harsh. "I wasn't myself."

Courtesy of Nabokov, Damien continued to have images of the blowjob he had given the billionaire and he hated himself for remembering the moment that he was doing everything in his power to erase permanently in his memories.

He hated himself even more to unfortunately find that his body was still reacting to his erotic memories that should never have happened.

Damien could still feel the orgasm he had had when Nabokov reached his.

He could still feel his own cum staining his underpants while his lips were still on the Russian's manhood.

Almost twenty-four hours had passed and Damien still couldn't believe he had come for so little.

Alcohol was definitely behind it all.

"It's too easy to blame alcohol, don't you think?" Nabokov replied, a faint mischievous smile teasing Damien.

Damien couldn't stifle his rage any longer.

Nabokov's boldness with his arrogant smirk was too much.

Damien already hated himself for allowing things to worsen and his only consolation was to convince himself that alcohol was partly responsible for what happened last night.

But the Russian man was trying to shake off his meager conviction that it wasn't all his fault, because Damien was sure it wasn't.

He had been more than intoxicated yesterday and had made decisions in a state where he wasn't completely himself.

The fact that Nabokov didn't take alcohol into consideration and practically made fun of Damien for doing just that, enraged Damien to the highest point.

But still, coming from Nabokov, it was no surprise and Damien expected no less from him.

"Get out," Damien shouted, unable to contain his fury, then when he realized he had lost his temper, he calmed down. 

"I don't want to see you anymore," he added softly.

Damien couldn't count the number of times he had asked Alexander Nabokov to get out of his life.

The Russian man remained unperturbed every time, as if he didn't take Damien seriously.

It was much the same scenario now as Nabokov moved closer to Damien by taking a few steps forward and then stopping his walk.

The billionaire's face didn't show anything resembling an emotion, quite the opposite of Damien who threw knives at Nabokov with his sharp gaze.

"Why are you getting upset like that? You're going to alert your neighbors," Nabokov warned, his tone emotionless.

A sharp smile hung on Damien's lips.

"That's the point," Damien admitted condescendingly. 

"They'll call the cops and I'll be able to file a complaint against you."

Nabokov marched towards Damien without taking his eyes off him and stopped when a few millimetres separated them.

Damien could do nothing but watch Nabokov considerably decrease the distance between them, too helpless to do anything about.

Since the moment Nabokov appeared in front of him, Damien hadn't moved, remaining motionless in front of his front door.

Now that the Russian man was practically blocking him with his build, Damien regretted not running and screaming for the hills and he felt that this was going to be a fundamental mistake.

"Why are you so angry with me? I thought we had come to an arrangement yesterday," Nabokov said tenderly, his hand brushing Damien's cheek.

Damien brutally threw Nabokov's hand away from his cheek.

He didn't want the man to touch him.

He didn't even want to breathe the same air as him.

All the hatred he held against himself equaled the hatred he had for Nabokov whom he held responsible for his breakup with Craig.

"Why? Did you really just ask me why I'm angry at you?" Damien spat, irritated.

Damien's blood was boiling, and he was now unable to maintain his composure.

He hated it when Nabokov acted like he hadn't done anything wrong and was this little saint just trying to explore his sexuality.

It couldn't be further from the truth.

The man was an abject being who did whatever he wanted and didn't take into anyone's feelings into consideration other than his own.

And how could he believe for one second that Damien had finally decided to give in to his degrading blackmail.

Again, Damien couldn't be surprised since Nabokov didn't believe that alcohol dictated his actions, hence why he seemed to be convinced that Damien had agreed to let him use his body.

"Yes, that's exactly what I asked you," Nabokov said simply.

The memories of the night that Damien's brain allowed him to recall appeared one by one and each of them was like a stab to his chest.

Damien felt suffocated by these images that he kept reliving endlessly despite himself.

He was aware that he had sucked Nabokov but that was about all he remembered.

With the way the man spoke and the fact that he believed Damien had ended up agreeing to sleep with him for the sake of Nick's project made Damien think that maybe other things had taken place with Nabokov that his brain refused to remember.

"You ruined the relationship of more than three years that I had with my boyfriend just for your selfish pleasure and you..."

"You ruined your relationship yourself, Damien," Nabokov cut him off without a hint of hesitation. 

"You have only yourself to blame. I've done nothing wrong and I have no regrets," Nabokov calmly affirmed.

Damien's hand landed brutally and without warning on Nabokov's right cheek.

The blow took place so quickly that Damien barely saw his hand strike the Russian's cheek.

The only evidence of the violent act was the sound that the slap made and Nabokov's face turned to the side.

When the Russian place his head straight and met Damien's gaze, Damien was amazed to find that Nabokov's eyes had barely darkened and had little emotion.

Damien had expected Nabokov to explode in anger and give him a punch him that would have knocked him out but the man did nothing of the sort.

He stared at Damien, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to read in Damien and understand why he had just hit him.

Nabokov's reaction or rather the lack of encouraged Damien to continue his vehement momentum.

"You're such a sociopath," Damien exclaimed. 

"You have no remorse for the harm you cause people."

With a quick movement, Alexander grabbed Damien's neck and pushed his head wildly on the front door of his apartment.

The collision between the back of Damien's head and his door made a noise so loud that Damien was sure there was a chance he'd just suffer a concussion.

The pain he felt behind his skull was a clear indication that what had just happened wasn't a dream.

The Russian's impassive expression didn't fit with the position of his hand, which was putting pressure on Damien's neck.

Nabokov stared at Damien with an air so devoid of emotion that Damien wondered if Nabokov was aware of what he or rather his hand had just done and continued to do.

Damien had been fooled into believing for a brief moment that Nabokov wasn't going to sought revenge for the slap and that he was just going to be fine of getting hit in the face.

Though he was now in a weak position, Damien didn't regret his violent gesture.

Nabokov had deserved the slap which was long due.

To hell with the consequences and the fact that Nabokov was almost suffocating him.

Damien had no problem slapping Nabokov again if he was able to do so but the Russian man was blocking all ability to move.

"This is the first and last time you're putting your hand on me Damien," Nabokov whispered in Damien's ear. 

"Am I clear?"

Nabokov brought his head back to face Damien again, his eyes connecting to Damien's.

The Russian's gaze wasn't as impassive as before.

Nabokov stared at Damien sternly, his eyes darkening, auguring to no good.

This didn't stop Damien, however, who didn't feel strangely threatened by Nabokov.

"Go fuck yourself," Damien spat with difficulty due to Nabokov's hand hanging over his neck.

[zoeykallus]

This isn’t really an ask for you to write anything but rather more of a go listen and consider type thing. I’ve been listening to Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand a lot on repeat lately thinking about an ‘across the bar room encounter’ with Crosshair and all the tension of playing chicken. So just a thought that you don’t have to do anything with but I wanted to share 🧡

You didn't really think I wouldn't do anything with this idea, did you? :)

Sounds so downhearted. Let me gives this a little upside twist.

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - I Can Feel Your Gaze

Warnings: Suggestive/Pining/Fluff

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The bar is U-shaped. You sit on the left side, opposite you a man you've seen here several times. He always sits there, and you always sit on the opposite side. Sometimes you exchange glances, but you can never hold his look for long. There is something challenging, questioning in his gaze. Often you sit in the bar for hours without doing much, you don't even drink much, always sipping only a few drinks throughout the evening, you are just here to admire him, in a way. You kind of like him, there's something about him that's attractive but at the same time sends a shiver down your spine. There is an intensity in his gaze that hints at a strong personality. He has a tattoo around his eye, it looks like a crosshair, that's why you call him Crosshair in your mind. But why doesn't he address you? Judging by his equipment, he is a soldier, but he doesn't look like one of the clones, you can't imagine that he is subject to the same regulations. Sometimes you feel his gaze without looking at him. You see him in full size for the first time when another man approaches him. Also a soldier it seems, long hair, bandana. Crosshair is slender, very tall. His back flows from his shoulders down to his hips in an attractive V-line. You see him glance over his shoulder briefly before he leaves, and hurriedly glance down at your glass.

When Crosshair comes back, he is a little out of breath, he was in a hurry to get back. He had run here from the Marauder, but now, he strolls extra smoothly to the bar. However, he feels disappointment bubbling up in him when he sees that you are no longer there. But what did he expect? That you would spend the night here?

He doesn't even know why he still comes here and watches you, you don't seem interested in him, but part of him hopes that you are just shy and therefore avoiding his attempts to make eye contact with you. It's a back and forth, your eyes meeting occasionally only to avoid each other. He has thought about asking you out, but he doesn't want to risk a rejection, so he continues to pine for you from a distance, more or less secretly. He's never had problems approaching a woman before. But this is different. You are different. Or maybe the way he feels about you, is different? With a heavy sigh, this time he sits down on the bar stool next to the one you usually sit on. He sees your glass still standing there. There's still a sip in it. He orders a good Scotch, for once something better and stronger than usual. When he hears footsteps approaching behind him. He tenses a little, automatically, the force of a soldier's habit.

When you come back from the washrooms, you stand rooted to the spot for a moment. Sitting on the barstool next to yours is him, the guy you call Crosshair. Was he sitting there on purpose? Is he waiting for you? If so, why? Are you pleased now? Should you perhaps be afraid? You are not sure, you only know that your heart is beating up to your neck. For weeks, you had been watching him from a safe distance, and he had been watching you, but now he is suddenly sitting in the seat next to yours. Your pulse races as you move further towards the bar, towards your bar stool and finally sit down. You can see in the corner of your eye that he pauses for a moment, almost startled. Wasn't he expecting you?

Nervously, you empty the last sip in your glass and order another drink. Uncertainly, you think afterwards that he might have put something in your drink, and your nervousness increases. Everything inside you is tingling, it's strangely exciting to be so close to him after having gazed at him from afar for so long. It feels like a rush as you decide to turn and approach him. Your heart beats very fast. As you turn around, he does the same, and you're startled to realize that you're looking at each other up close and personal. "Hi," you say softly, "I'm Y/N." He blinks, seeming to take a moment, his serious expression relaxing a bit. "Crosshair," he says in a deep, slightly smoky voice. You can't help but laugh in surprise, at which he raises his brows. " My name's funny, then?" You shake your head, startled. "No, no. Sorry, that's just the name I gave you in my mind because of your tattoo. I just found it amusing that it's actually your name. So basically I already knew your name." A cheeky smirk appears on his narrow lips. "In your mind? Good to know I'm haunting your thoughts." You avoid his gaze again, feeling heat rise in your ears and cheeks, feeling caught. He turns the glass in his hands, you can see that he is thinking, that something is bothering him. "I really only came here for you," he says suddenly. You stare at him, completely perplexed and caught off guard. "Oh" you say quietly, "I thought the feeling wasn't mutual". Crosshair turns in his chair even more in your direction. "So you came here for me?" he asks, puzzled. You say quietly, almost whispering, so he almost doesn't hear you over the music, "Not at first, but then..." Crosshair shows you a smirk again. "How about we meet in a different place sometime? Maybe tomorrow night?" he asks. Your heart nearly skips a beat with excitement as you nod and say, "That sounds like a good idea. Where do you want to go?" "Movie theater? Afterwards, a bite to eat, something to drink.... then we'll see?" You don't quite know why, but your face is all hot as you nod again. "I like that idea. Where do we meet?" "Here at the bar? At seven?" You try not to let on how excited you are, you're almost lightheaded. "I'll be there"

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the  opposite  of  affection  is  indifference  ;  that  is  the  thought  behind  his  display,  to  paint  as  clear  a  picture  as  possible  of  just  how  upset  he  is  beyond  the  poker  face  he  wears.  it  is  only  when  he  is  out  of  the  lobby  and  ascending  the  stairs  that  his  facade  develops  cracks,  far  too  frail  to  keep  from  breaking  for  long.

he  wonders,  briefly,  if  he  was  too  harsh.

brows  knit  tight,  and  although  his  path  does  not  deviate  from  up  the  flights  of  stairs,  he  cannot  seem  to  resist  taking  a  glance  or  two  over  his  shoulder  in  the  process.  disregarding  alastor's  presence  entire  is  not  something  he  has  done  in  ━  good  heavens,  how  long  ?   months,  easily.  not  a  year,  not  quite  yet,  but  even  so.  at  the  time  it  was  nothing  more  than  petty  stubbornness,  pissing  off  someone  who  returned  the  favor  in  kind,  as  even  someone  as  ancient  as  lucifer  is  not  beyond  bursts  of  immaturity.  now  he  knows  he  has  used  it  like  a  weapon  against  someone  he  has  grown  to  care  about,  and  it.  .  .  really  isn't  making  him  feel  any  better.  he  thought  it  might  in  the  moment,  too  swept  up  in  his  own  emotions  to  consider  otherwise,  but  it  doesn't.   (  worse  still,  lucifer  could  swear  a  young  charlie  had  pulled  the  same  act  of  defiance  on  him  once,  and  that  it  broke  his  poor  heart.  quick  to  sit  her  down  and  explain  why  it  was  hurtful  ━  now  unwilling  to  take  his  own  sage  advice.  ) this  reflection  crosses  his  mind,  and  before  he  even  really  fully  registers  it,  he  arrives  at  the  door  to  his  room.

lethargy  envelops  him,  throws  him  into  a  slump  over  his  desk  in  the  dark  of  his  room.  no  lights.  little  comfort  to  be  had,  even  when  surveying  the  ducks  he  had  finally  gotten  around  to  working  on,  days  ago.  a  note,  his  scribbles  in  black  layered  over  with  a  red  penmanship  not  his  own,  drawings  of  ducks  and  that  ridiculous  question  he  asked.   (  “  do  you  like  me  ?  ”   or   “  would  i  eat  you  ?  ”   as  alastor  so  gracefully  corrected.  )   it  makes  for  a  very  loose  blueprint,  tucked  beneath  one  of  the  rubber  toys  wearing  a  party  hat.

the  sight  makes  his  heart  ache.  gently,  caressed  by  the  fond  memory  ━  wait.  hold  on.  no,  actually,  the  ache  is  literal.  startled,  he  sits  up  in  his  chair.  his  expression  twists  with  what  is  confusion  for  the  most  part,  only  a  twinge  of  discomfort  when  he  raises  a  hand  to  grasp  the  fabric  of  his  vest.  over  his  ribcage,  its  occupant  gone  and  so  its  home  left  empty,  but  still  able  to  be  felt.  the  feeling  that  there  is  something  ━  or  rather  someone  giving  his  severed  heart  some  form  of  physical  attention.  it  is  an  eerie  and  foreign  feeling  ;  ghostly,  like  an  arm  has  phased  right  through  him  to  deliver  gentle  touches  to  something  that  was  never  meant  to  be  felt  by  hand.  never  meant  to  be  severed,  never  meant  to  be  seen. 

the  feeling  comes  and  goes,  leaving  him  afterwards  with  a  severe  stall  in  his  train  of  thought.  it  takes  a  few  minutes  to  process.  and  all  at  once,  unclogged,  he  realizes  :  alastor  hasn't  touched  it  until  now.  hasn't  even  jostled  the  box,  probably  hasn't  opened  it  since  lucifer  gave  it  over.  the  devil  scoffs,  brows  furrowing.  flip  flopping  between  sadness  and  anger  and  every  ugly  emotion  in  between.  he  has  too  many  assumptions  he  could  easily  make,  just  as  many  questions,  and  knows  he  can't  get  an  answer  without  facing  the  problem  directly  ━  alastor,  directly. but  he  is  not  willing.  so  he  stews  in  those  emotions,  allowing  his  thoughts  to  permeate  like  fog.  at  some  point  during  his  restless  journey  of  getting  up,  pacing,  sitting  back  down,  getting  up,  pacing,  and  collapsing  into  bed,  lucifer  picks  up  the  faintest  hint  of  movement  in  his  peripheral.  the  sheer  crack  below  his  door,  dim  light  that  pours  in  from  the  hallway  becomes  dark  and  obscured  by  a  figure.  frozen  like  a  deer  in  headlights,  his  full  attention  is  drawn  just  in  time  to  catch  sight  of  the  red  letter  being  slipped  through,  and  swears  he  could  almost  make  out  a  familiar  red-tip  claw  of  similar  colour.

naturally,  he  gets  up  to  retrieve  it.  not  before  the  dark  silhouette  has  left,  but  no  less  than  immediately  after.  fingers  pinch  the  paper  to  keep  its  fold  intact,  and  the  devil  quickly  retreats  back  to  the  comfort  of  his  bed  to  lay  down  while  he  reads.  a  nervous  knot  ties  within  his  stomach,  wondering  what  might  be  written.  what  he  expects  is  a  letter  of  apology,  ideally,  or  at  the  very  least  some  sign  of  wanting  to  rendezvous  ;  any  sign  at  all  that  alastor  understands  how  upsetting  this  radio  silence   (  ha-ha  )   has  been.  what  he  receives  is  no  less.  the  paper  unfolds  and  he  begins  to  scan  the  contents,  raising  an  eyebrow  at  first  upon  recognizing  the  difference  in  handwriting.   (  not  the  loose,  sharp  scrawl  that  he  is  used  to.  )   then  he  registers  the  words,  his  brows  low  and  lips  slightly  pursed.  some  of  that  tension  releases  in  the  time  it  takes  to  realize  what  alastor  has  called  him.  not  the  same  as  hearing  it  spoken  aloud,  no,  but  even  in  writing  it  is  enough  to  get  his  heart  racing.

if  it  were  any  other  situation  he  had  seen  this  carefully  crafted  letter  in  he's  certain  he  would  be  grinning  boyishly,  head  full  of  clouds  and  a  glow  in  his  face  ━  and  for  a  moment  he  becomes  so  dumbfounded  that  he  allows  it  ━  but  that  feeling  is  soon  overcast  by  the  pent  up  emotion  he's  felt  throughout  the  day,  still  too  upset  to  fully  appreciate  its  meaning.  beloved.  .  .  is  he  ?   pearly  white  cuspids  pin  down  the  flesh  of  his  inner  lower  lip,  tight  and  just  beyond  popping  open  a  wound.  no,  he  thinks,  and  then  enforces  it  again  by  saying  it  aloud,

❝    no  ━  no  !   i'm  still  mad  at  you  !    ❞

pointing  at  and  berating  the  piece  of  paper  as  if  somehow,  some  way,  the  vivid  thought  of  alastor  penning  this  carefully  crafted  note  might  be  able  to  hear  his  chastising.  if  the  aim  was  to  sow  seeds  of  guilt  about  his  earlier  impassiveness  then  he  is  dismayed  to  admit  that,  in  the  back  of  his  mind,  it  is  working.  that  he  believes  to  any  degree  alastor  would  not  pull  some  absurd  turnaround  on  the  spot  about  how  open,  honest,  and   (  if  lucifer  should  allow  himself  to  assume  so  boldly,  )   loving  he  has  been.  it  is  a  very  inconvenient  contrast  when  put  side  by  side  with  what  he  also  knows  to  be  true  ;  that  alastor  has  not  spoken  a  peep  about  the  gift  since  receiving  it,  nor  bothered  to  touch  the  gift  he  has  been  given  until  now.   (  though  he  supposes  he  can  half-forgive  not  wanting  to  hold  a  sensory  nightmare,  but  only  half  !  )   

but  if  these  words  really  are  sincere.  .  .  well  it's  not  like  he  can  just  live  the  rest  of  his  days  in  this  hotel  avoiding  alastor.  and  he  does  not  want  to,  either.  far  from  it  in  fact,  he  must  remind  himself  not  to  jump  up  from  his  bed  to  go  running  off  in  the  direction  of  the  radio  demon's  room  on  an  attention-starved  whim.  that  they  should  consider  themselves  fortunate  how  nigh  impossible  it  feels  for  lucifer  to  stay  away  when  he  knows  he  is  wanted.  a  validation  he  craves,  to  be  certain  that  they  are  thinking  about  him  just  as  much  as  he  is  thinking  about  them.  he  will  give  it  the  night,  sleep  on  the  matter  as  best  he  can  and  deal  with  it  tomorrow.

but  when  tomorrow  comes,  he  is  ill  prepared.  rest  allows  him  to  regain  some  of  the  patience  he  lost  ;  not  as  many  hours  as  he  would  like  to  have  shut  his  eyes,  but  knows  he  should  be  grateful  that  he  was  able  to  sleep  at  all.  the  letter  is  still  laying  beside  him,  given  a  few  extra  wrinkles  at  some  point  of  the  night  when  he  was  presumably  tossing  and  turning  in  his  slumber.  it  crosses  his  mind  that  he  should  get  dressed,  and  head  over  ━  and  takes  pause. he  is  not  so  upset  anymore.  not  in  the  way  that  makes  him  want  to  bite  a  pillow,  tear  it  apart  with  his  teeth  like  a  rabid  dog  to  a  squirrel,  not  now  that  he  has  a  far  clearer  mind  and  knows  exactly  what  he  wants  to  say.  thinks  he  does,  anyway.  but  he  is  not-not  upset  either,  a  feeling  that  may  be  more  akin  to  collapsing  to  the  floor  in  a  spectacle  of  drama  and  wailing  his  throat  out  until  it  is  hoarse.  so  he  decides  to  wait,  going  about  his  morning  as  he  usually  would.  donning  ringmaster  coat,  crown,  cane,  the  whole  shebang  when  he  exits  his  room. 

it  is  still  the  early  hours.  early  enough  to  avoid  colliding  with  alastor,  presumably,  when  he  heads  to  the  kitchen  to  steal  a  muffin  and  scatter  anxiously  away  in  the  same  way  a  roach  scatters  under  a  spotlight  ;  not  wanting  to  be  seen.  rather  than  risking  the  hallway  again,  he  portals  himself  back  to  the  confines  of  his  room,  to  take  a  brief  peek  at  the  radio  tower.  looking  for  any  signs  of  life  behind  its  windows,  wondering  if  alastor  still  intends  to  broadcast.  maybe  it  would  be  better  to  wait  a  little  longer,  then.  just  until  that  usual  window  of  time  has  passed,  mindful  of  exactly  when  he  should  go  seeking  their  presence.  claws  fiddle  with  his  phonograph,  turning  the  radio  on  and  lowering  the  volume  so  as  to  not  overwhelm  himself  while  he  idles.

eventually,  after  allowing  the  hours  to  tick  by  since  stirring  himself  awake,  he  finds  the  will  to  exit  his  room  again.  a  bit  before  noon  hits,  heels  not  quite  so  usually  tempered  make  their  way  in  soft  thuds  along  the  hallway  carpet.  to  the  opposite  side  of  the  building,  where  once  he  is  faced  with  alastor's  door.  .  .  hm.  how  cross  should  he  look  ?   hands  set  on  hips,  cane  jutting  out  ━  and  knocks  against  the  wood  prematurely.  whoops.  it's  fine  !   he  did  it  on  purpose.  entirely  on  purpose. his  figure  stiffens  somewhat,  and  he  is  quick  to  readjust  so  that  his  cane  sits  in  front  of  him,  both  hands  sitting  upon  the  apple-end.  imposing,  stern.  just  the  right  amount  of   “  i'm  still  mad  ”   in  his  posture.  then  he  waits,  hoping   (  but  uncertain  )   that  the  one  knock  will  be  enough.

@ducktastic-dad ⧐ it has been a short time since giving alastor his birthday gift. at first, lucifer assumed that ━ given the state they had been in, wobbly and hungry and not altogether there ━ maybe alastor just hadn't been able to properly convey a response in the face of something so. . . profound. a bit ugly. sickly black flesh tainted in sin, concealing the golden flow that continues to persevere through its twisting veins that have been soldered together like wires in a self-sustaining machine. as always he gives the benefit of the doubt to the sinner in his favor, patient and not at all wanting to put a dim on the morning after. staying by their side to deal with the hungover headache they no doubt felt in the morning, going out of his way to be sweet on them, and carrying on throughout the day in hopes of being pulled aside for a more private moment.  but that moment doesn't come. the next day, too, he is patient. about as patient as lucifer can be about putting such vulnerable feelings on the line, some increasing signs of stubbornness and a souring attitude around alastor that begins to openly fester. not one mention of the box. unbelievable !  he has to wonder if maybe, by some backwards cannibal logic, his display of vulnerability is underwhelming in the face of someone who has seen all manner of gore. he had figured the meaning would at least be significant, for someone who is so drawn to literature with ruminative themes and poems chock-full of similarly graphic symbolism. something special catered to alastor, easy for a man like him to read.  sad, frustrated, and disappointed, lucifer remains in the privacy of his room for the latter evening of that day. rather than seeking alastor out, as he is often the one out of the two of them to do so, he busies himself in waiting ; hoping that it will be alastor who makes the effort this time, only to end up spending the night alone. the next morning, the third day, his patience has worn thin to a snap. he does not exit his room and linger in the halls in hopes of crossing paths, does not enter the communal kitchen when he knows the radio demon likes to have his coffee and breakfast around that specific time, does not sit and wait for the arrival of their morning broadcast ━ a routine in shambles. not entirely sure of what to do with himself, while simultaneously trying to avoid being within eyeshot, lucifer has taken over grounds keeping in place of niffty. ample time to take out his frustrations on the weeds peeking through the hotel's cemented walkway. if alastor were to approach him in the sensitive state he's currently in, he's not entirely sure how level-headed he could be,  ( and would rather not test his theories, )  so it's ━ nice. sort of. the fresh air, or however fresh air in hell can be outside of his stuffy room. unfortunately, upon re-entering the building, rubied pupils constrict into slivers and avert their gaze from the hotelier across the lobby that he is avoiding. his still-beating heart sinks, the feeling of falling, despite being kept safely within its coffer, perched upon alastor's shelf to collect dust and remain unappreciated. in the moment, he worries if those sensitive ears will pick up on the shallow tremble in his breath when he walks past. very blatantly ignoring alastor, lucifer only stops to greet his daughter, and then continues on with the intent to ascend the hotel and retreat to the safety of his room. out of sight, out of mind ; or that is the hope, anyway. UNPROMPTED ASKS.

If ever asked and forced to reveal the truth under threat of death, Alastor still might hesitate to reveal that he does not immediately notice Lucifer's withdrawal from him.

Charlie has kept him busy. Flitting hither and thither to complete this task and that - and with a few new additions to the residential roster, he is especially called upon to ensure that their rooms are comfortable and custom-prepared, that the inventory in the kitchens for various meals each day is satisfactory, and that Husker is kept appeased with a selection of spirits that appeal to both him and the other guests. Though he finds a few moments on occasion to enjoy a drink on his own or have a cigarette up on the balcony to de-stress, it is usually short-lived. And all of this combined makes it relatively easy for him to lose track of what others have been rumoring to be his 'other half', by now.

But he does notice on that second day - when Lucifer does not make himself known at all. Alastor has to wonder whether he is feeling well. Maybe another momentary segue into a sad state that he should interject into, to ensure that the other is looking after himself, even when lacking the desire to. To prepare him a warm bath and provide some company - but he does not get the opportunity. There are more things to plan, more things to do, and though he makes a point of selecting a few songs for his nightly broadcast that perhaps might indicate that he is, at least, thinking of the Devil while he cannot be present, they do not seem to land when he receives no response.

On the third day is when he finally begins to piece things together. There is no Lucifer present at all - not in the morning, not in midday. At least not roaming the halls. Is he still in his room? Concern begins to broil somewhere within him. It's not like Lucifer to hide away for this long without somehow seeking him out in some way, shape, or form, and Alastor makes a point to take a break from Charlie's pestering to roam the halls in search of him, even stopping by the door to his tower which he raps on and calls for the man quietly so as not to be starkly overheard by any passersby. But the sensitivity of volume is abandoned somewhat when he receives no reply. Not a one.

No luck, then. Is he being... avoided? Or perhaps Lucifer is simply... busy? Is it another case as they often find themselves in when a gift is being prepared and one sequesters themselves until it is complete? But for what occasion? His birthday has already passed. So too have the holidays. There is some concern that perhaps Lucifer is aware of the next holiday - Valentine's, if he recalls. And maybe there is some offense that Alastor has not... asking something of him? But this early? Ludicrous.

Until finally, the answer comes when the radio demon finally spies the other entering the lobby. Ah. Outside then! Relieved, Alastor nearly turns on his heel to approach with casual coolness to inquire as to what Lucifer has been up to -

But being snubbed entirely is not on his bingo card for the day.

The way Lucifer oh-so-casually seems to not acknowledge him at all is jarring and purposeful. It is so painfully obvious that even as the other makes his way out of the lobby and presumably back to his room, Charlie pulls Alastor aside to ask about it.

"Ah - not to worry. He is simply preoccupied with a few things we spoke about regarding some of the décor. I asked him to design a few more pieces of furniture, and I am sure it is taking up the majority of his time to ensure that they fit the theme."

A lie. Though he gives nothing away in his expression, Charlie seems to know that it's a lie, but blessedly says nothing more on the matter. Presumably, she hopes it to iron itself out as Alastor, still in outward good-spirits, trots away towards his own room.

Where, once inside, he can begin to fret and wonder exactly what he has done to earn such treatment. Or what he hasn't done, perhaps? The holiday idea seems to lose steam the more he thinks about it. Lucifer cannot possibly be that petty about not being asked to be some sort of Valentine's beau a near full month before the damn day actually happens. It must be something else. Something he has said or some offense he has given. He cannot remember refusing any meals cooked, even ones that are a bit too sickeningly sweet for his tastes. Nor can he remember anything he might have done or said to dear Charlie. Charlie herself certainly seems to be left in the dark. So what???

Alastor's shadow emerges as he paces about his room, deep in thought as he picks apart the events of the last few days. It plasters itself up against the wall as it observes, a sudden glare appearing in its eyeless expression as it seems to gradually lose its patience with Alastor's muttering. As if to grab his attention, it soars across the room and towards the shelf. It knows precisely what the matter is, though even it is oblivious as to the contents of the chest (Alastor had not processed it, so the shadow could not have either). Still, it knows that the thing was a gift given and Alastor has yet to truly express gratitude. That must be the issue, surely. And the shadow makes an effort to wave its arms and antlers about in an effort to pull Alastor's eyes over to the thing where it sits.

Stubbornly, it takes the radio demon a sudden and fierce knock of the shadow's antlers against his own for him to clue back into the moment, hissing in agitation and a vicious snap at the creature as it points aggressively towards the shelf where the chest sits.

At once, Alastor understands - or thinks he does, anyway. The chest had been his birthday gift. He'd been drunk, he recalled that much, but not much about the details beyond that. He remembered Lucifer being there the morning after to spend uninterrupted time with him - and that had been nice and appreciated. Wanted. Always wanted. But had he once thanked the man for the thoughtfully crafted thing? He's not even thought of what to put into it yet.

Stepping over to where it sits, he reaches to pull it from the shelf - only to find that there already... is something in it. Something that he supposes he did not fully register on the night it was given to him, seeing nearly triple as he had been and staggering all over the place like some sort of drunken miscreant. Thinking back on it is embarrassing enough, knowing Lucifer had presented the thing to him in such a state.

Searching for the key, Alastor uses it to pry the lid open with care, not wanting to damage the thing. It's been his careful consideration for its craft that he hasn't looked at it further before now -

Much to his detriment, apparently.

The sight he is met with not at all what he has expected and it is any wonder how he had simply glossed over it in his idiotically drunken stupor. What a fucking fool.

Inside, he can finally parse the beating heart within, its dark coloration only somewhat blending with the darker stain of the chest in which he sits, though even that, he knows, is a pathetic excuse for having not seen before now. The thing is far too beautiful - not in spite of but because of its coloration and appearance - for him to not have noticed it. And though his stomach rumbles slightly at the presence of what, at the surface, is a fine cut of internal meat, he refuses to acknowledge its nutritional value beyond that. No, this is something meant to keep safe and secure. And how Lucifer has managed to place it in there at all is anyone's guess. Is it simply a representation? Is it the real thing? It must be. Tied inexplicably to his existence and his core. A display of trust like no other he can ever recall being so willfully handed to him.

His claws caress the outer surface of the heart, gentle and supplicating. An apology in every single touch. What a precious gift that he has given the poorest impression of. Lucifer deserves more than mere gratitude. He deserves to have the radio demon thrust himself down on his knees before him to beg for forgiveness for being such a fool as to not realize what blessing he has been given. And for his birthday, no less.

A slight pricking of tears at the corners of his eyes brings him back into the moment, stepping away from the chest for the briefest minute or two to gather something from his wardrobe: A bright red handkerchief which he does not use very often - but is embroidered with his initial. He lifts the heart very briefly, lining the bottom of the chest with the fabric that he can then set the heart gently down upon. So that the starkness of its deep black color with its bright gold accents - the signs of Lucifer's life blood - can properly be seen. And appreciated. And adored. Regularly. Often. Daily. Like a pilgrimage performed to a holy site, Alastor will return to the thing to lay hands upon it and ask for forgiveness that he does not deserve.

But for now, the chest is gently and carefully shut. And instead of placing it back onto the shelf, Alastor carries it into the bayou where there still lingers the woven nest bed that Lucifer had crafted where Alastor had convalesced during his brief period of illness. In that same tree, he steps towards its trunk - strong and burdened with great purpose - as he uses his own manifestation magic to open up a hollow within it. Inside, he forces illusory blossoms to bloom, lighting the area with a gentle greenish yellow glow. And inside, he nestles the chest. It is a precious place for it to stay; for it to be displayed. And hidden in the bayou, he knows it will not be touched by strangers - or anyone who does not deserve to touch it. Though he knows even he hardly deserves to.

That is something he will remedy. That he must remedy.

But he waits, at least. Until the remainder of the hotel has gone to bed and he is able to pull himself from his room to creep along the dimmed halls until he can get to the door of Lucifer's once more. He does not knock this time, but instead, in his hands, he has penned a note upon bright red paper, the ink dark and thick - like he's taken an exceptional amount of time to write it so that his handwriting is not the scrawl that it usually is.

Folding it, he slips the paper beneath the door. There are any number of nerves that come along with it - with what he has written that he does not think he has ever once put those words to paper.

But with that, he steps back away and to his room. He will not rush Lucifer, knowing that he has done a hurt and one that will take time to soothe.

He only hopes that Lucifer will provide him with the opportunity.

The note, once the Devil sees fit to find and read it, says the following:

Lucifer,

I have been a heel. A villain. There is no apology I can offer that will make this slight right. I have neglected the appropriate care and appreciation for the blessing you have given me. And while I know these words may ring hollow, I hope that you will give me a chance to prove their earnestness.

Please let me right this wrong.

My Beloved.

You know where I will be.

- Alastor ♥

[somemydayy]

Deadly Obsession

“I won’t let anyone stand in the way of my love. Even if it sends me to hell.” — Satou Matsuzaka

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Summary: Sanzu has many addictions, drugs, alcohol, women, sex. But nothing compares to you. Your his deadly obsession. He’ll have you one way or another this, he swore. 

Warning: Yandere!Sanzu, sexual harassment and knife & blood, violent acts all by the man named Sanzu Haruchiyo

Note: not gonna lie, I hate this writing. I mean it could have been better but I digress.

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Sanzu was met with white walls and soft lighting. Plants and books decorated the bookshelves. A cherry wood stained coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few dark sofa chairs where placed on opposite sides, of a recliner. Sanzu looked at you, with a notepad in hand, and a pen in the other. Hair let loose, dark brown locks complimented your features. Your lips were a shade of pink, same color as your heels. Your collared shirt was slightly open, and sanzu couldn’t help admire the dip of your breasts as you leaned closer to him.

“So how are you feeling today Mr. Sanzu?”

“I’m not sure, but I feel less shitty after seeing your face.”

“That’s progress. Why don’t we talk about your work, if that’s okay with you that is?”

“Work? It’s fine. Although my co-workers can be a handful at times, I won’t trade them for anything.”

“I’m just curious, but didn’t you say your boss was very special what do you mean by that?”

Sanzu watched the way you smiled, the way your hands intertwined in your hair, swooping the stray strands back in one fell swoop.

“He’s like a brother to me, he means so much to me.”

With a soft nod in his direction, you notice the way his eyes seemed almost glued to you.

“I—” *beep* “And that concludes our session. If you need anything don’t hesitate to call.” Sanzu let out a soft chuckle before giving a nod at your words.

“I will, don’t worry.”

Sanzu got up from the sofa and rearranged his hair before making his way towards your office door. Just as he turned the doorknob and was about to walk out, he turned to you and gave a hearty smile.

“I’ll call you soon, (L/n).” With a gentle smile you glanced back at the said man.

“Alright, then. I’ll look forward to it then.”

Hours passes and the sun set, leaving hues of orange and pink trailing across the sky, until you finally saw your last patient, with a smile you said your goodbyes. You packed up your purse and made your way to the elevator.

[out of order]

You let out a sign as you combed your fingers through your hair in frustration.

“Guess I have no other choice, the stairs it is.”

You make your way through down the staircase but you fainty hear footsteps following behind you. As you decent as a faster pace, you hear it again. So without much thought you run down the staircase and just as you reach the bottom floor, and reach the door way, you abruptly open the door. You yelp as your met with a solid figure, you bumped into someone’s back.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you. My apologies.”

The man chuckled as he addressing you.

“Don’t worry about it.” With that the stranger walked away, never facing you.

You found your keys before you unlocked the car door, and as you sat in the driver seat and closed and locked your door, and soon started the car, a knock was heard against your window startling you.

You cracked the window down a inch, before catching sight of the same pink haired scarred man known as Sanzu Haruchiyo.

“Sanzu?”

“Hello, doctor.”

“Do you need something?”

“Oh I just happened to be passing by is all. And thought I’ll give you this.”

— he says as he hands you a bottle of coffee, and a teddy bear —

“Sanzu you know I’m not allowed, to receive gifts.”

“Oh come on, it’s harmless, I just wanted to show my appreciation for everything you do. Is that so bad?”

“Oh, um well I guess. But this is the first and last time, understand?”

“Yes, yes of course.”

“Well thank you every much.”

“No problem, it’s my pleasure.”

And soon you made your way back home. You made it home safe and sound. You signed as your back touched the softness of your bed covers. When suddenly the door bell rang. As you went to answer the door, you froze. Through the crack in the door you caught sight of his pink hair, as did his scared cheeks. It was Sanzu Haruchiyo. You never gave out your address especially to your patients. Did he followed you home? What was he doing here? Why was he here? As your brain raddled with overwhelming and unwanted thoughts as a cynical chuckle left his lips.

“(Y/n)-chan, what are you doing now? Come on tell me, let me in. I want to see you give your soul up to me. I know you want too, I see the way you look at me. Do you really think I’ve been so stupid to not notice? Open the door, darling!”

“Why are you here?”

“Darling, I followed you home. How else?”

You freeze as you see and hear the door shake violently, was this really happening you thought to yourself. You press your bank against the door, trying to push back.

“Please don’t— please stop! Don’t!”

You finally let out a scream as he rammed into the door once more, but this time he forced it open as you desperately tried to scurry away from his bloody figure.

“Oh sweetie, don’t worry this blood isn’t mine.”

Sanzu let out a taunting grin as his lips formed out into a hysterical laugh.

“I killed that man. Now there’s no one in our way.”

At his words you were left a complete blank when suddenly the the little black box sat at the top of your vanity, along with a smiling couple picture’s together sat against it. He killed who?

“No! Not him! Please tell me you didn’t kill him!”

You screamed, and balled your hands against his chest. Hitting him repeatedly, and thumping your fingers across his face in harsh slaps and scratches.

“I really had no other choice, you understand right? So you can now finally be mine, now and forever.”

Sanzu says this as he takes your hands and brings them up over your head. Flush against the ground, he rakes his eyes over your body, and licks his lips. Before bring his pocket knife against the side of your neck. Putting a small amount of pressure against the side of your neck. Spilling blood from your wound as he places his tongue flush against your neck licking a swipe up and over the blade’s cut. And continued to move along your neck, near your ear before he lets out a low chuckle before blowing hot air into your ear. And kissing your flushed tear stained cheeks, until he reaches your lips. Kissing, and licking until your lips until they are swollen. He takes his hands and place them against your neck and squeezes until you take a faint gasp, he takes the opportunity to slick his tongue in, and fight you for dominance. He soon separated from your mouth before hovering over you with a crazy smile flushed against his face.

“I won’t let anyone stand in the way of my love. Even if it sends me to hell.”

© Somemydayy 2022 | Please do not copy or alter this writing on Tumblr or any other platform.

[taehoneys]

BAD GUY | FIVE

+ You show up to the party heated... but so does everybody else.

A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time… a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

— Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. Taehyung

— Genre: Drama

— AU(s): College!AU Fratboy!AU

— Warnings: Fingering, Oral, choking, all kinds of sex, okay? Oh, and sometimes it’s unprotected.

— Chapter Word Count: 8.6k

— Note: This took me forever to write, and I wrote so much that I split it into two parts. I hope that you all love it.

PLAYLIST ♪ | MASTERLIST | ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX

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Jungkook stumbles into his room as his hand fumbles to turn on the light switch. He doesn't have much time before the room spins around him and he feels the cool floor against his cheek, but only after it stings.

Rolling onto his back, he kicks his door closed before the rest of his frat brothers come into the room to bother him about stupid shit. He could hardly handle shit of his own.

A girl like __ would never date someone like you, Jeon Jungkook.

Unless it was to mess with you.

Jungkook rakes his fingers through his hair. What the fuck did that mean? According to Juli, the answer was just a smirk and a shrug of her shoulder. The hell? She made it seem as if you were on a different level than him. What, like you were better? At what, exactly? You both were in fraternities, but at least Jungkook was president of his. You both were academically intelligent, but at least he always made the dean's list. Suuure, you were grasping Economics better than him, but in his defense he had a long list of things to do and zero help in doing it.

But that didn't matter to you, right? Because why else would you be fucking with Taehyung? As if he was the better option... in academics, Jungkook was better. Sports? Better. Girls? Waaay better.

Like way better.  Girls left Taehyung hopeless and broken-hearted, but they left Jungkook the exact opposite. Because Taehyung was roping girls into his fake fantasies and empty promises, while Jungkook told girls exactly what to expect from him. He wasn't seeking a relationship. With the fraternity and his course work, he had no time.

Not to mention how Taehyung would send the girls he didn't want to Jungkook to become his problem. No, he didn't exactly tell them to go to Jungkook instead of him, but he'd convince them they had a bigger crush on Jungkook (because they always had a crush on them both). Shit... You think if Taehyung really liked a girl, he would let Jungkook have her so easily? Bullshit.

So who's the real bad guy?

Jungkook's stomach cramps, making him wrap an arm around it as he drags himself off the floor to lay onto his bed. The lights in his room fade from pink to purple to blue, then back the other way. He thought by concentrating on it, he could occupy his mind for a bit. It didn't work.

He blinks in defeat. This hasn't happened to him since his first year of high school, back when he was so unsure of himself, so self-pitying. Is that what he was doing now? Pitying himself? Because you chose Taehyung over him after being with him? No, he doesn't give a fuck because he gave a fuck. If you wanted nothing to do with him, then he was fine with that. He was just triggered because you planned this. You planned to mess with him in every way you could, as revenge fueled by your assumptions about him. Again, who's the real bad guy?

"Fuck," Jungkook groans. How could he have been so stupid? He honestly thought you two were on the same level. You were the only girl that could keep up with him. The only girl that he wasn't afraid would break by being with him. The only one. Fuck, this sucks.

The vibration of his phone startles him just as he is about to doze off. Picking it up, he's met with Nina's phone number. He bites down on his lip. Now there's a girl that could never keep up with him.

One, she was extremely clingy and Jungkook didn't have time to drop whatever he was doing for her. Two, she was overly sensitive. Jungkook didn't want to have to filter what he said because she took things the wrong way. Three, she was expensive... four, she was persistent... and five, she was not smart enough to take a hint. No, scratch that --- she wasn't smart enough to listen to what he was actually saying.

Jungkook could've hung up, but he didn't.

"Nina?" He clears his throat, not expecting his voice to come out so hoarse.

"Did I wake you?"

Yes.

"Not at all."

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Do you want to see me or come to the party?"

"Both, silly~"

"... for what?"

He hears her stutter, caught off by Jungkook's unusually bitter tone. He was being a little mean; he admits. But then again, what sets the mood better than finding out the girl you're into banged you as a joke and is actually into your best friend?

"We'll see~"

Nina's words trigger a memory, causing Jungkook's voice to get caught in his throat.

"Wish it was you, Jeon?" You had whispered into his ear. No, you had moaned it so deliciously, it sent shivers down his spine.

Jungkook, who was seated on the couch (wasted of course), had just witnessed you dancing with Yoongi. If you could even call it that. You had lazily thrown your arms around his neck and were rolling your hips against him, taking your sweet time, too.

Jungkook didn't expect himself to feel something looking at you, but he did. Especially when you turned around and pressed your ass against Yoongi, your hands over your head before they came down to feel down your body and tug your dress up. The best part? When you flickered your eyes to him, making sure he was watching.

Jungkook gulped subtly and disconnected your gaze, trying to act unbothered until the moment you came up behind him to moan in his ear.

Jungkook closed his eyes and hissed through his mouth quietly. You teased him further, taunting, "What if I let you fuck me? What would be the first thing you do to me? Come on, tell me."

His jaw was so tight, he wouldn't answer you. But then you said, "Mmm. You're right. It doesn't matter, anyway. You could never satisfy me. I like it rough and slow, and you look like the type to go fast."

He looked at you and you made a mini explosion motion with your hand, implying he didn't last long either.

"Fuck you."

"Ooh yes, daddy." You giggled, "Is that what you liked to be called? Do you make your girls call you daddy?"

Jungkook bit down on his lip, his hand going up to the back of your neck. "If you can't shut up, then I'd rather have it be because of me."

"We'll see." was all you said before pulling away from him, his fingers slipping through your hair as you left his grasp, but only for a moment.

"Jungkook?" Nina checks if he was still on the phone.

He sucks in air through his teeth and sits up. "Nina... I..."

"I know. You're not interested in more, but what if I promise not to bother you? Like consider me there whenever --- and I mean whenever--- you want a good time. That's all tomorrow's gonna be."

Easy. He knows.

Jungkook struggles to keep his eyes open with how hard his head was pounding. He just needs to get Nina off the phone, but he can't think of a nice way to do it.

"Nina, please stop."

He swears he heard her gasp on the other end.

Then her voice cracks, "...Seriously?"

"I just don't want to."

"But you'll be with other girls."

"... Yeah? If I want to and they want to... then yeah."

"Okay."

Jungkook holds his breath, waiting to see if she'll say more because she always does.

"I wonder... When are you gonna find someone good enough for you? But whatever. I wish you well."

She hangs up before Jungkook could even reply. Dropping his phone from his hand, he lays onto his side and rolls onto his back.

Tomorrow's going to be a shit show.

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You didn't know if you would follow through and show up at the frat party for Taehyung, so you didn't tell Juli or Yoongi about the invitation. The first time you went, there was an ultimate purpose, but this time...

This time, it was Taehyung who invited you. You weren't sure if he was serious about liking you, and the idea of you showing up to be ignored would be humiliating, especially when Jungkook and you were no longer talking. Though Taehyung didn't seem like the type to do that. He would probably jump from the couch and welcome you with an arm around your shoulder.

So do you tell Juli and Yoongi? Or do you just go?

The party was still in two hours, and with only about 25 minutes left for your shift at the campus bookstore to be over, you could get ready for it.

"__, you can just go. I'll close up," your supervisor tells you with a pat on your shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

He nods as he takes out the vacuum. "Yeah, it's Saturday. Who's going to come by?"

You grin and rush over to take the vacuum from him, "At least let me help you with this."

When you get in your car, you take your lanyard off and rush home, deciding to go to the party after all. You want to hang out with Taehyung, but you also need to see Jungkook to confirm he was indeed ignoring you. The thought he was, bothered you a more than you'd like to admit.

As you walk into the house, you're surprised to find Yoongi and Juli quiet on the couch. Okay, something had to be wrong. Those two were always at each other's throats (Yoongi was a clean freak while Juli was not).

"What's up with you two?" you ask while setting your bag on the kitchen island.

Juli looks up with furrowed brows and upon closer inspection, you notice Yoongi's hunched over with a napkin to his eye. He's crying.

You nod your head at Juli, a deep frown settling in.

"They bullied him," she responds.

You cross your arms and take a seat next to Yoongi. "Who?"

"Beta Tau Sigma. Who else?"

Your mouth parts, a warmth spreading to your cheeks. Why did it feel like it was automatically your fault?

Yoongi laughs sarcastically, "Bullied? What am I? 13?"

"What did they do?"

Before he could answer, Juli scoots closer and pipes in, "They grabbed his backpack and dumped his shit across the quad going 'This is for Beta Tau Sigma!' What's worse is that its fricking windy and he lost his philosophy paper for his class."

Oh, no. Yoongi was pulling all-nighters at the library the past few days just to get it done. Why would they do that? Why would they target Yoongi?

"Can't you email her another copy, Yoongs?" You ask with a heavy heart, hoping that it can be fixed.

"She won't accept late work," Yoongi sighs, smoothing out his napkin.

"Why didn't you go to print another copy before class?"

"We had a test in class. I couldn't be late to that."

You sink back into the couch, the guilt clawing its way out of you.

"This is all my fault."

Another voice joins you, and you tilt your head at Juli, who puts her hands up. "No, I might've triggered them - Err, Jungkook. For spewing shit about you."

Yoongi frowns like he didn't like what he was hearing. "What kind of shit?"

"He was going around saying he fucked you! At the party and here. How egotistic. As if we wouldn't have known..."

Juli crosses her arms and shakes her head because she was too mad to say anything else. You look at Yoongi, who connects eyes with you and you know he knows.

"... So he lashed out at Yoongi. I'm sorry Yoongi."

"Juli," you interrupt, feeling like you were going to throw up. You felt responsible for what he did to Yoongi, but also was Jungkook going around bragging like it was an achievement of some sort? "Was Jungkook telling people that?"

She shrugs, "Probably. To save his reputation. He came up to me at the library and I knew right away something was up because he was trying hard to be nice to me. So I called him out on it, and that's when he said that."

"What did you say to him?" Your heart beats hard against your chest.

"Told him you would never fuck someone like him. Not in a million years unless it was a joke."

Shit. That's why Jungkook was ignoring you, and that's why he attacked Yoongi. It really was your fault.

Yoongi gets up from the couch, grabbing his glasses as he stares hard at you. There's betrayal in his eyes and you know it's all because he put all the pieces together. He knows that Jungkook and you were together. He knew you were keeping secrets from Juli, so why couldn't that mean you were keeping secrets from him? Jungkook and you having sex didn't seem that far-fetched now. It's clear to him that when Juli insulted Jungkook like that, Jungkook was hurt about finding out our intentions going to the party, that your went for Jungkook to screw with his head. Yoongi understands it's all got to do with you.

And you couldn't apologize.

"Oh... where are you going?" Juli grabs his hand, and gets dragged off the couch as Yoongi continues walking on.

When you hear Yoongi sigh, you muster up the courage to fix things. "Yoongi! I'm sorry they hurt you. I'll talk with the president of Gamma Psi, she'll email your professor."

"I can do that myself. Thanks."

And with one last glare, Yoongi went off into his room.

"We shouldn't have roped him in to our plan," Juli lies on the ground with a groan.

You nibble on your bottom lip, frozen in place, as you wallow in the feeling of guilt mixed with anger. It was your fault that Beta Tau targeted him, but why did Jungkook handle it that way? He was the one responsible for sending those guys to attack Yoongi. You were wrong, but so was he.

You guess you really had to go to that party.

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Yoongi kept his door locked, playing music on full blast as he always did when he wanted time to think. There was no getting through to him that night, so you just left him alone. Grabbing your backpack, you fill it with your makeup bag and shoes. After curling your hair, you put it in a messy bun and throw on sweats over your dress before you tell Juli you're off to the library to work on some things for the Meet the Greeks event. She offered to help, but you tell her you'd both end up just talking the night away instead of accomplishing work.

You were nervous driving over there, you weren't going to lie. You weren't as confident as you were the first time. At least you had Yoongi and Juli to support you, but now you were alone.

When you get close enough, you let down your hair and apply your makeup. Unzipping your frat jacket, you shrug it off along with your joggers. Thank god it was dark out because how would you explain to any else why it looked like you had just snuck out from your parents' house to be here?

With the black-and-gold envelope in hand, you walk up to French Normandy-style house. You hate to admit it, but they really had the best house on the block.

You wrap your arms around yourself as the guys loitering on the lawn eye you up and down. As much as you wanted to roll your eyes and bark at them, you tamed yourself, since you were a kindly invited guest this time.

A car spins out of control in front of you, making you stop in your tracks. Fortunately, it was on purpose. The guys inside the slick black car whistle and holler as the tires screech against the circular driveway. As it swipes around, you watch Taehyung come into view from the back window, giggling as he holds onto the roof of the car.

Your eyes lock and he raises his eyebrows as if he was surprised you were there after all, his grin growing. The car continues to spin, his head whipping until it does a complete stop. You take a step back to fan your face in case the smoke from the rubber travels your way.

Taehyung stumbles out of the car. "Fuck," He groans under his breath.

You cover your smile and wait for him to jog over, not minding at all, since you get to ogle him. You're glad that he opted out of wearing his frat jacket to sport a loosely fitted black dress shirt. Only the last few buttons of his shirt were done, while the buttons around his wrist weren't. But your attention was on his tight - and you mean tight - black jeans accessorized by the thin chain draped around his left thigh. He was already hot, but he knew how to dress to? Now that's just unfair.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he hovers over you,  not even hiding the way he checks you out. "Hi."

"Hi Taehyung." You hold out the envelope with his invitation with two hands, tilting your head up at him. "I hope the invite is still good."

He smiles warmly, the kind that reaches his twinkling eyes. "Always. C'mon."

Taking the invite and offering you his hand, he turns to head into the party. You smile when he wiggles his fingers, and he looks back at you with a cheeky grin. You slip your hand into his, and you can't help but compare his hands to Jungkook's. Taehyung's were delicate, while Jungkook's felt warm and strong. Jungkook and you never truly held hands, but you two had compared one another's that drunk night in your room.

Taehyung pulls you in closer, hugging your arm as he holds your interlocked hands by his chest. The two of you avoid the line and jog up the stairs. It felt good, like real good, to receive the glares from the ones on the other side of the rope. You bite down on your tongue not wanting to pant like a dog with a day of no water, but when Taehyung gasps for air and laughs, you do too.

"And you do this every day?!" you ask him.

His laugh stutters and a tiny blush sweeps his cheeks, making you wonder if he ever blushed around you before. He tilts his head as if saying kinda.

The entrance to the house isn't that full. What is, is the entertainment room to the right. As Taehyung and you climb down those steps, you scan to see if Jungkook was playing pool with some guys. The butterflies fluttered inside your stomach at the thought that he could be. What happened? You had a speech all prepared for when you see him, but now your knees are weakening at the thought of saying it to him.

You turn your head and as your eyes scan over; you connect them with Taehyung, who's tilted his head into your view with a small smile.

It's your turn to blush now as you apologize.

"Who are you looking for?" He asks.

"No one- I ... did you hear about an incident between our frats?" you ask him after fumbling your words a bit, hoping he didn't see through you.

Taehyung tilts his head in thought. "Like what?" Before he could say anything more, someone jumps to place their hands on his shoulders. It startles you, making your own jump.

"Broooo, quit dragging ass and get behind the booth." Jimin whines. You remember the black-with-blond-streaks haired from the last party, when he was flirting with you in the kitchen.

Taehyung rolls his eyes with a smile, and leaning in to you, he whispers, "Little does he know it's a prerecorded set."

You laugh and he does too, a cute one that makes his mouth form a boxy shape. Jimin looks down at you, really seeing you for the first time this night. He raises an eyebrow. "Jeon's girl?"

Your smile falters.

Shrugging Jimin's hands off of him, Taehyung mutters, "my girl," as he fixes his necklace and shirt, while narrowing his eyes at him.

Jimin smacks his lips and looks between you two in amusement. He definitely has a couple of thoughts in his head, but before he could say anything else, Taehyung wraps an arm around your shoulders and turns you away.

As Taehyung leads the way into the backyard, he brushes past a couple of girls that look at him all starry-eyed while they look at you like the gum on the bottom of their shoe. Extreme, but you knew it was because Taehyung was trying his best to be with you instead of floating around at the party like he always does. Does he even notice just how much attention he attracts? Judging by his friendly nods and eyebrow raises, Kim Taehyung was everyone's friend.

"Beer?" Jimin asks into your ear as he slips forward, heading to the cooler to grab a couple. He tosses it to Taehyung, who catches it and passes it to you. You thank him and take it as you look at how packed the backyard was. There was music already playing, and it was so loud that the only way you were going to hear Taehyung is if he talks into your ear. Jimin walks back over to tell Taehyung something, pointing across the yard and then to what looks like his set up.

Your eyes drift away and look to see if you recognize anyone else here. The university was huge, so you're not shocked that you don't recognize a majority of them.

"Careful with this one," Jimin whispers into your ear. You raise your eyebrow and turn to look at him. Jimin winks, walking away mimicking the actions of drinking beer, then smoking, and then...

Your mouth opens. Ahh.

Taehyung flips him off in all directions and Jimin almost trips while laughing, his beer splashing out of the can.

"I'll be fiiiiiinee!" He giggles into your ear before taking your hand and dancing his way to his equipment. You dance along with him, looking at your feet to make sure you don't trip. Taehyung was making sure you wouldn't, too. There were only a couple of steps to the deck where his equipment was at, but he still wrapped his arm around you and gave you a tiny lift.

"Thank you," You mouth. Taehyung winks in response and takes his place in front of a console of buttons and screens. Your eyebrows shoot up as you look across the board, setting your beer faarr away from everything. The only buttons you can make out on this expensive thing are the play button and.... no, just the play button.

Taehyung laughs at your expression and goes behind you so that he can hold your hands, pointing out what everything does. "I mostly pre record my sets. They don't know the difference, anyway."

"But you can do it live?"

He nods, pressing his lips into your cheek. "Only if I'm high as shit!"

Feeling him pull away, you turn to see a couple of guys you don't know talk to him and hand him the microphone. Taehyung shakes his hands, but they shove it back into his hand, making you snort. He's cute.

The song already playing fades down, and you lift your eyes up to find that Jimin was across and near the speaker with his hand up.

You happily turn to Taehyung, curious to see how he usually does things. Taehyung looks down at his microphone, turning it on before letting out one tiny "Ah" into it and turning away with a smile. He places his hand over his heart. "I'm nervous because you're here."

"I can leave," you tease and Taehyung laughs before placing his headphones around his neck. You lean your palms against the table and try to follow his movements.  While a song was playing, he turns the knob near the screen and you see him filter through songs. "This is what it's like to do it live," He explains, "I load up one song here, and another here...."

After a bit, he presses the play button and you close your eyes to listen to what Taehyung created. It sends goosebumps up your arm, but only because it's him. Taehyung's already dancing as he grins your way, "Like it?"

You giggle, "Yes, but I'm too shy to dance!"

There were people watching, and you suddenly felt stiff as a board.

"Then it's not good enough!"

"Not true!"

Taehyung holds his finger up, nodding to the bass until it drops and he grabs your hands to dance with him. He's moving you around everywhere and you know it's just so you can loosen up and have fun. Taehyung wasn't afraid to be silly, and that helped you let go.

"Oh shi-" Taehyung giggles out of breath as he reaches over and quickly does something over the console.

You laugh and let him be as you grab for your beer to drink it down. Seeing the crowd jumping made you understand why Taehyung enjoyed being here so much. Watching everyone have fun over your setlist must be fucking amazing.  

Looking around, your face and excitement jolt away as you catch Jungkook heading toward the patio. In his hand is Nina with a maroon sorority jacket. You've heard of Beta Epsilon, but not as much as the guys probably have. Since when was she in Beta Epsilon?

Jimin jogs his way over and Jungkook says something into his ear before Jimin tries to point discreetly toward your way. Jungkook flickers his eyes over and sets his eyes on you. You stare right back, waiting for him to back down first. He locks his jaw and mouths something. Your heart stops for a second thinking it's toward you, but he turns back to Jimin before walking into the house and pulling Nina in right with him.

You can't even put into words how you feel. You aren't sure why. After all, didn't you reject him yourself? Or were you secretly hoping that he would make an exception for you?

Looking back at Taehyung, you find that he's already looking at you.

"49 seconds," He tells you.

You hum in confusion.

He shakes his head, looking down at his feet for a moment with a grin that looks forced. "Nothing... Damn, it's a little cold. Wanna join my friends at the bonfire?"

It was getting cold. You regret leaving behind your jacket, but at least there was a bonfire. The house was the better option, but you wouldn't step in there if Jungkook was there. Forget your plans to confront him. His dick was probably in that girl's mouth already. He wouldn't care for the Yoongi thing. It was clearly a move to show you he got the last word.

"The fire sounds nice." Before you can wrap your arms around yourself, Taehyung gently places his hand over your shoulder, pulling you in close for warmth. He guides you around the crowd of people over to where the firepit is. Your eyes widen at the size of the flame because it was really high. You almost didn't move a step closer had Taehyung not been brave enough to.

"Look what you did!" You hear a girl's voice complain.

"Me? Me?! Zelo put fricking I don't know TORCH fuel."

"It's not torch fuel, I already TOLD YOU-"

Taehyung almost looks like he regrets bringing you over, but little does he know that you are more than grateful that he did. These sounded like your kind of people.

He introduces you to everyone. Sora, Hoseok, and Junhong (referred to as Zelo). They all had on the fraternity jacket, but Sora couldn't have been in their frat, so she must've been wearing someone else's. Why did your mind go straight to Taehyung?

Awkwardly, you watch as Taehyung takes a seat on the last remaining chair, not knowing where to sit. He talks to Hoseok for a second before he looks back at you, as if strange that you didn't move.

You lift your eyes to him. He spreads his legs and pats his thigh. Oh.

Walking closer, you let him pull you into his lap. He wraps his arms around you to completely pull you against him like he was used to doing it. "Are you comfortable?" Taehyung murmurs into your ear, gently brushing his lips against it. All you could do was nod, because you didn't want to make a sound. He didn't know, but you were extremely sensitive to your ears.

"Good," he hisses before turning toward Hoseok like he didn't drip sex into your ear. Oh my god, why was that your weakness?

"Do you smoke, ___?" Sora suddenly asks.

Oh good. Now everyone was looking at you.

"I... don't. But I'm not against it or anything." You shake your hand and offer her a friendly smile.

Sora nods and reaches under her chair to offer you a beer. You nod and take it, remembering about your forgotten one on the deck.

"Taehyung can teach you alll about it." Hoseok takes out his gum and places it in a napkin, smirking at the two of you.

Taehyung tilts his head shyly, shaking his finger at him. You raise an eyebrow but become glad when the conversation switches to another topic. As you lift your head up to look at everyone, your eyes lock onto Sora's. She chews on her lip before jerking her head away to nudge at Zelo and ask for something. You know that look too well. Miss Sora either has a crush on Taehyung or has already dated Taehyung. Who is she exactly? And does this mean that she knows Jungkook too?

You fix your hair and watch as Hoseok passes something over to Taehyung.  Holding the joint Hoseok just rolled up, he waits for Hoseok to light it up for him before bringing it to his mouth, taking a hit. "Shit," He giggles happily.

Hoseok laughs and accepts it back as Taehyung passes it over. He turns to you and raises his eyebrow. "Are you okay with this? We don't have to be here for long."

"I'm okay," you tell him, taking a sip of your beer. "I'm enjoying the fire and I actually prefer it over here."

Zelo grins and gives you a thumbs up. "If you want, I can share a couple of funny stories about Taehyung."

Taehyung widens his eyes at him, giving him a firm (but playful), "No."

"Fine then, just one." Hoseok's already laughing and you lean forward to hear it. Taehyung groans, but listens to what Hoseok's going to say. "It was our freshman year and we were all dorming - we met freshman year btw - so Sora's roommate at the time invited us all to sleep over-"

Taehyung cracks up, covering his mouth with his knuckles and shaking his head. "Please stop. She's going to think I'm stupid."

"You aren't stupid, you were just high as shit." Sora sticks her tongue out at him. You try your best not to let it bother you.

"So we start smoking and we didn't expect that Sora's roommate had some real potent stuff. I think at that time, you really didn't even smoke right Taehyung?"

"No, I didn't." Taehyung laughs.

"We were all pretty fucked up, but the best part was that Taehyung put on a Japanese movie and was freaking out that he was fluent in Japanese. He was so pissed we didn't believe him, so he brought his phone over and started translating everything they were saying, but-"

"He was just reading the subtitles the entire time! This guy really thought!" Zelo laughs and you do too, trying to imagine him a couple of years ago. At that time, you were still sharing a place with Yoongi and Juli. You wish you had the dorming experience, though.

Hosoek whistles, "Those were good times."

They continue to share stories and you listen while enjoying your beer and some jungle juice that Hoseok brings over. You fan your face as the heat rises. Fixing the blanket Sora handed you a moment ago, you think about how Sora looked like she wanted to say something to you, but she and Taehyung seemed to share a look and she just walked away. You forgot about it until now, making you fidget on Taehyung's lap.

Your eyes look over at the house. Jungkook hasn't walked out at all. He probably marked this territory as unexplorable or touchable or whatever. Well, good because if you saw him with Nina you'd probably shout a couple of not nice things.

"You okay?" Taehyung asks, finger gently sweeping across your cheek. You bite down on your lip and look at him. He slowly tilts his head back, staring back with low eyes. They were so red.

You nod your head, Taehyung nodding back as he pulls you in closer. You scoot back oddly, causing him to jerk a little forward as he stutters, "F-fuck-"

"I'm sorry," you gasp out.

"-that felt good."

Your breath hitches.

Hoseok throws his head back against the chair, overhearing. "Get a room, please."

Zelo just sits back smiling, not even able to say anything more, and when you look at Sora, you find her rolling up another joint.

"Here, pass it to Tae."

Tae. Tae. Tae. First Nina and now Sora?

You watch as Zelo passes it to Hoseok who brings it to his mouth, despite already holding one in his hand.

"I said Tae, you greedy goblin!" Sora shrieks at him.

"Mine," Taehyung leans over and grabs it from him. You laugh and Taehyung automatically smiles at the sound of your laugh. His eyes twinkle as he peeks at you before bringing it to your lips.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, staring at him like a deer in headlights.

Shaking his hair away from his eyes, he tells you, "Only if you want to."

"You don't have to!" Sora points her eyes at Tae who sticks his tongue out back at her. You don't like that. Especially not after them having a secret conversation earlier.

You reach out for his wrist and carefully bring it to your mouth. Taehyung adjusts it.

"Small puffs, baby."

The nickname sends shivers down your spine as you figure out how to inhale. It was foreign for you and as the smoke reached your lungs; you cough it out.

Taehyung laughs and places a peck on your nose. It tingles and you can't help but crave for more of his touch.

He places it on his lips next and you watch as he rolls his head back and blows the smoke away from you both.

You scrunch up your nose and lean more into him, parting your lips so you can have another attempt. Taehyung purrs as his eyes look at your mouth, "You're doing things to me."

Before you question him, he places the tip back at your lips and you take a hit, this time holding it in.

"Not too long," Taehyung coaches.

You part your mouth and release the smoke in Taehyung's face accidentally. He swats it and laughs, making you laugh too. There's warmth spreading all over your body and you're feeling content just staring at Taehyung. He's got a couple of moles sprinkled on his face and they suit him really well. You touch them delicately. Jungkook has some too. You remember noticing them as you lay facing each other in your bed.

Taehyung clears his throat, licking his lips before saying, "20 seconds."

"20 seconds?" There it is again. What did he mean?

"24."

You're still confused.

"28... that's how long you're looking at me for."

You gulp, asking, "And earlier?"

Taehyung purses his lips and you hold in your breath. "That's how long you weren't."

Hoseok gets up to add more wood to the bonfire, interrupting your moment with Taehyung. By now, they all seemed pretty zooted. Sora was asleep, Zelo singing along quietly to the music, and Hoseok was on his phone when he wasn't adding more to the fire.

You liked this feeling. Everything felt slow and calm. The only thing that was bothering you was how frequently Jungkook's face was coming to mind. Why were you thinking about him when hot-as-fuck Taehyung was in front of you? When Jungkook was probably somewhere in the house repeating everything he ever did with you, with someone else? If he couldn't be friends with benefits with you, then he would look elsewhere. That's all he ever wanted from you. What's funny is that you want that too. Except you drew the line at it being Jungkook. Why is that? Hm?

You suck in your breath and subconsciously start fiddling with Taehyung's necklace, focusing on the music so you can shut your mind up. Taehyung watches you, loving the way your fingers feather against his chest. He slowly moves his arms up your back, and you shiver in response because you got tingles alll over.

Letting his necklace go, you slowly slide your hand down his chest. As you inch lower and lower, you sneakily look at him to see if you're being discreet at all. Based on the way he was looking at you, you weren't.

Taehyung adjusts the blanket on you two as you slide yourself to be more comfortable between his legs, your dress riding up dangerously. When Taehyung places his hand on your thigh, he lets it travel higher to see how much your dress exposed.

"Shit, ___" he groans as he feels it up by your hips.

You bite down on your tongue, not particularly liking how rough his jeans felt against your skin. Leaning back against him, you whisper, "Can you take them off?"

Taehyung traps his bottom lip between his teeth as he wraps his arms around you tighter, murmuring, "Are you sure?"

You are. Your body was buzzing, and you wanted to feel more of him. You wanted to have fun, too.

You make sure the blanket won't slip off of you as Taehyung unbuttons his pants and lifts his hips to slide them down. You readjust yourself so you sit back on top of him. When you do, you feel how hard he is underneath you.

Taehyung places his hands on your hips as you slowly grind against him. Goosebumps travel down your arm when Taehyung rubs circles into your lower back with his thumbs.

Hoseok gets the drift from his peripheral vision. "Oh, Hell no."

He stretches his leg out to kick your guys' chair. Taehyung gives him a sloppy grin as he cocks an eyebrow like he didn't know why Hoseok was bothered.

"Not here, hornybirds."

Taehyung rolls his eyes and pokes his tongue out. "Fine, we won't do anything."

Right as he said that, you feel his hand go in-between your legs. "Right, baby?" He turns to look at you and you look back, his eyes telling.

"R-right."

Taehyung's eyes drop to your lips. "Can I?" He asks as he squeezes your thigh.

You nod your head, peeking over to make sure that Hoseok wasn't looking anymore. You think he isn't, but then again, you couldn't really tell.

You fix yourself on him, looking down at the blanket as you feel Taehyung's fingers pass your underwear to rub you. You close your eyes in delight, already clenching as he takes his time to feel you. His hand is warm, and it surprises you how big it feels against you. As he continues rubbing you, you feel how wet you're becoming.

Pulling his hand out, he tugs on your panties, wanting you to help him get them down. They were getting in the way anyway. Once you step out of them, you part your legs completely for him, curious to how Taehyung would continue to please you.

Taehyung pants into your ear. "Fuck. I wish I could see you."

The compliment makes you blush.

His slender fingers returning to rubbing circles, spreading your wetness. His touch felt so good at the moment, but the secrecy felt even better. What would really top it off would catching Jungkook's expression if he walked out right about now. Your heart flips and you lock your jaw to prevent yourself from moaning as Taehyung glides over your clit, making you buck your hips up and point your eyes at him. There was no way he could continue and you could be quiet in front of his friends.

"Keep looking at me," he commands as he prods your entrance. You're gripping onto the blanket for dear life already, not wanting to let it slip because then you'll be flashing everyone that's lurking around.

He slips two fingers into you, adjusting himself in the seat so that he can thrust them in deep. Your mind swirls at the first plunge as you satisfy your need to just have something inside you. His fingers would do for now.

Taehyung rapidly fingers you, curling them as he watches your expression. You let a sound slip out of your mouth, but disguise it as his name. That probably didn't make it better, did it?

His chest rises and falls as he watches your expression, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent. You could feel his cock twitching and you bet he wanted it to be inside you just as much as you wanted that too. God, you were so needy right now. Judging by Taehyung's look, he was too. And when Taehyung leans over to mutter about how bad he wants to just throw you on the ground and fuck you in front of everyone, it confirms it.

"You guys sure are moving a lot." Zelo comments loudly, waking up Sora as well.

Taehyung stops for a second, and you look through the hair that's fallen over your face to mumble an apology. God, you can't even look at them straight in the eyes.

"I'll be right back." Sora stands up awkwardly and starts walking toward the house, Zelo following her. Seeing this, Hoseok rises to follow. "No way in hell am I staying behind with you two."

Taehyung laughs loudly. "Better for us!"

You lean against him and Taehyung takes out his hand, hooking his finger on his bottom teeth as he looks at you devilishly. Your heart flips at the sight. If things kept going the way they were, you were going to end up in his room. Déjà vu.

Patting your leg, Taehyung gets up, making you squeal as you try to hold the blanket tight around you. He adjusts himself before he holds his pants together, his hand holding down his crotch. He knows you're staring and, with a smirk, he slides his hand up his length. Your eyes snap up at him, not used to how bold he is. He holds your gaze as he stumbles back before getting down on his knee.

You almost choke on your spit. No, he isn't going to propose. That would be stupid.

Taehyung lifts the blanket and crawls underneath it. With a gasp, you cross your legs. He wasn't thinking because the blanket hung over his back and made it pretty damn obvious what was going down - him. "Taehyung!"

Your mind is ringing with alarms, but they shut off when his hands knead your thighs and his soft lips land on your inner thigh. It tickles and you giggle, pushing against his hands to close your legs. Your thoughts swirl around in your mind and you just focus on the pleasure. Melting into the kisses, he slowly places up your legs, you part them wider so you can place one front and center.

You silently gasp, lifting your eyes to accidentally land on the house. You hope no one is looking out the window. If you can't see the inside clearly, then they can't see the outside clearly, right? You also pray that Taehyung's friends don't come out right now. One, you didn't want to be caught, but two, you didn't want him to stop.

Throwing your head back, you sink against his mouth as he savors you. You don't realize your mewling or how the blanket exposes a leg getting thrown over Taehyung's shoulder. He was too busy driving you crazy with how he toyed with your clitoris. He groans in delight, already throwing your other leg over his shoulder as well and when he succeeds, he wraps his arms around your thighs as he absolutely devours you. With the way his mouth kept diving in for more, he was also enjoying the taste.

"Taehyung!" You barely whisper out his name as you gasp louder and louder, feeling the low pull in your abdomen. He removes his mouth and inserts his two digits into your entrance before he's thumping them inside you. All it takes is for him to flicker his tongue repeatedly over your swollen bud before your seeing stars. Thank fuck!

With a low chuckle, Taehyung emerges from under the blanket, wiping his mouth before he runs his fingers through his sweaty locks. A slow grin emerges on his face and he runs his tongue across his mouth, "Thanks."

You catch your breath and accept the hand he offers to help you up. The floor moves on its own and you lean into him for support. He fixes himself before he throws his arm over your shoulder and pulls you in close. You look around you, Taehyung whispering into your ear about how you two should go into his room. "Before we're caught."

It wasn't like there wasn't anyone hanging around you two because there was, but you two were lucky that your spot was partially hidden and that everyone was stupid drunk or had their head in the clouds.

There's nothing like hearing "Gamma Psi Alpha" to sober you up a little. You turn to see where it came from, but you couldn't figure it out. The heat rose to your cheeks, and you pursed your lips, starting to panic, which was also making you a little nauseous.

You look up at Taehyung and nod. "Your room it is. Can we stop by the kitchen for a drink?"

Taehyung laughs, his eyebrows shooting up, "More??"

"Water. I need water." You hold your hand over your mouth and pull away in a hurry to get into the kitchen. Running probably wasn't the smartest move because by the time you got to the door, you were feeling the burn in your throat. You lean over the rail and take a couple of deep breaths. Someone exiting bumps into you hard and you bite down on your tongue. Fuck is their problem?

Catching the door before it closes, you squeeze inside and reach for a water bottle in the case. Taking careful sips, you relax against the counter. For a minute.

"You were with Jungkook again?"

You overhear a girl ask another. Hearing the question, you can't help but dig your teeth into the opening of your water bottle. Averting your gaze to the kitchen entryway, you spot the maroon jacket again and confirm that it's the one-and-only Nina when she steps into the kitchen.

She tiptoes as she tries to look out the window, but then turns with a smile to her friend. "Mhm~"

Her friend giggles and elbows her, "I haven't seen him hangout with someone this much. You two are a thing, aren't you?"

Nina winks before walking by you to pour herself some punch. "Maybe? I'll see what happens tonight."

You narrow your eyes as you look Nina up and down. Dang, she's too pretty. Anything you could say to criticize her would just appear as you being jealous. Which you totally were. Then again, she looked like any other pretty girl out there. Same clothes, same makeup.

She turned to look at you with a curve of her eyebrow before she squints her eyes at you, finding you familiar, but you took it as her wondering why you were staring. You look away, taking a sip of your water.

"Nina." Her friend calls for her.

She jumps a little before heading out.

You take a deep breath, wanting to forget about what she said just now. Forget Jungkook. Where was Taehyung? Wasn't he right behind you?

Curious about the time, you look over at the oven. 12:20 am.

"Shoot. Juli." You pat around for your phone and realize that you left it in the car with your jacket. "I'm going to cry," you whine out loud. The others in the kitchen serving you weird looks. It was like they hadn't ever seen a girl having a breakdown in the kitchen during a frat party before.

"___?" Sora walks through with a bag of opened chips. Scratch that, a bag of mouth watering cheddar chips. You gulp and smooth out your stomach.

"Are you okay?"

"You hate me." You keep blurting out things that you should really keep in your mind.

Sora looks taken aback. "That's not true."

You shrug your hair behind your shoulders and tilt your head, not really believing that. You saw the way she was looking at you during the bonfire, and the way she was talking to Taehyung. Clearly, she didn't like you or didn't like you being near him.

She sighs in defeat and puts down the chips on the counter. You resist the temptation to grab it as best as you can. "For real. I just was anxious about you."

You look at her, waiting for her to clear up what she means, because every alarm in your head screamed that she had a crush on Taehyung. Is there ever a win for you?

"You don't really look like... you usually come here. Sorry, I'm not trying to say it like in a bad way or-" She jumbles her words together and based on her tone, you know she really didn't mean it harshly. Besides, she was speaking the truth. You don't come around here and you don't hang around these types of people.

You tap your foot on the ground and snort, "It's fine, ha. Do you think I don't belong here or something?"

Sora squints her eyes and twists her mouth around. "Well, the truth is I've seen you around campus with Gamma Psi."

You tense up a little at the mention of the fraternity because you know that you're doing them dirty by being here and not telling them.

"Ah... yeah. I'm usually with them." You are THEM. But you couldn't say that.

"So you're a good girl." Jungkook's voice plays back in your head, like you expect him to pop out and say that once more. Is that what Sora was getting at? You're usually with the good crowd, so why are you here? Doing things that could get you in trouble?

Sora nods, continuing, "And Gamma Psi never comes here."

Lies. You all were here last time.

You grab a cup, lifting your eyes onto her. She's not even looking at you, keeping her eyes on the counter. "It's just odd."

You laugh, mostly out of nervousness, but also because you didn't know how to answer that. "Taehyung invited me so I came."

She taps her fingernails on the counter, eyeing the window for a second. "Ohh...."

She looks like she's thinking about something and you hate that you don't know what it could be.

"Sora... do you like Taehyung?" There, you said it. You just wanted to get this over with.

Sora's eyes widen. "No. I mean, once upon a time, but not anymore. Definitely not anymore...I wasn't asking you all this because I was trying to go for him. I'm just... you seem too good for him. Honestly."

You throw your head back, annoyed. "I think I'll be just fine. Besides, I don't think Taehyung's serious."

And it was fine. You weren't either. You finish your water bottle, feeling yourself come crashing down from your high. Partly because reality was really hitting hard. In the end, you were getting involved with people that you didn't really know or exactly fit in with. Taehyung was right. We all had different ways of getting high. Yours was using him for a while.

"But what if I told you he was?"

You furrow your eyebrows, taking in the question while keeping your eyes trained on her, "But you think that I'd get hurt in the end, don't you? That's why you're saying I'm too good for him? I'm lost."

"If Taehyung told you he likes you, then he really likes you. Taehyung's got a heart, more than any other guy in this house. That's why girls end up getting hurt. Because it's his bad habits that destroy all his relationships...for one, he smokes too much and he gets really defensive if you try to bring that up. So I'm letting you know that he's for real, but I don't think you guys are a match."

Your face must've fallen, because Sora quickly waves her hand. "Sorry, I sound so harsh and shit all the time. You just look like you deserve way better. like waaay better. Even Jungkook thinks so that's why he's outside dealing with Taehyung, making sure that he doesn't do any shit to bring us a bad rep. Like wow, gamma psi? you're crazy smart."

Your eyelids flutter as your heart also drums fast against your chest. "Jungkook?" Jungkook was out there with Taehyung right now?

Sora looks into your eyes, and you slowly see something flicker across hers as if something clicked into her head. You couldn't hear her gasp as someone opens the backdoor, the volume increasing. Your eyes widen and you try to look.

"Fight!" A guy cups his mouth as he holds the door open. Everyone around swarms with excitement to head to the backyard, murmurs traveling about who it could be.

You already know.

"What the hell?" Sora whispers in confusion as she heads out. You follow right behind her, hoping that you were wrong. They couldn't be fighting over you, right?

The cold air hits you hard and you wrap your arms around you as you try to look over the lawn from the deck. People were all clumped together with their phone flashlights on as they hold it up high, most likely also recording. You can't tell who's fighting and you look at Sora to find her with her mouth open as she looks into the sea of people as well.

You climb down the stairs, partly because of all the people pushing past you. When you step near the crowd, one gets pushed back and bumps into you, sending you to the ground.

"Shit, sorry!" He helps you up. As you stand, you look into the circle. You recognize the one falling to the ground to be Taehyung. There's no mistaking his pants. You watch him struggle to turn over, but he hooks his arm someway under the other and turns, his shirt wrinkling up to reveal his back. Seeing the tattooed arm hook around Taehyung, you feel your stomach twist.

Taehyung and Jungkook.

Over and over, you hear their names from those around you, passing along who's fighting.

"Taehyung's out, dude."

"He's getting kicked out of the frat."

You freeze up as people push past you, trying to get a closer look. The last thing you see is Jungkook slam Taehyung's shoulders to the ground and swing. You don't break up the fight, not only because there are people filming it and everything but also because you're a coward. Worst of all, what if they weren't even fighting over you?

You take a step back and accidentally step onto someone's foot. Turning to apologize, you meet eyes with Nina.

She stares right at you, but this time, she's looking like she knows. She knows that you're behind this. How could she not when you look more distressed than anyone else there? The guilt just eating you up. Because you have a lot to be guilty about....

a lot.

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Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?” 

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.” 

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding. 

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.” 

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh” 

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together. 

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown. 

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue. 

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered. 

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.” 

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.” 

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock. 

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue. 

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. 

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.�� 

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion. 

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves. 

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery. 

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon. 

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length. 

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

[aminiatureworld]

Interest II

Characters: Kaeya, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,020

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: Sometimes emotions can be confusing. In those times it can be easier to shut down. After all, wouldn’t finding the truth out be scarier?

In which the reader assumes their character is disinterested, and pulls away.

Author’s Note: I wrote a lot tonight! It was nice to write for multiple characters again, made me feel like the good old days, or something. 

Hope I’m finally getting back on schedule and hope you enjoy!

Kaeya

If Kaeya flirted with you, he also flirted with all of Mondstadt; or so you kept telling yourself.

You liked the cavalry captain, you liked him a lot. It was easy to like him, as easy as breathing air. The thickets of romance, the awkward looks, the stilted conversations, the dying words. None of those things existed in Kaeya.

If there were roses there were thorns too, and though you tried to convince yourself that this emotion, this easiness was something good, there was a part of you that fought back at the idea. The reason things were so easy with Kaeya was because of one simple reason. He didn’t like you. Or not the way you liked him. Kaeya flirted with all of Mondstadt after all, and you were merely one library assistant in the middle of an entire country. Your existence wasn’t one for the history books. Not compared to the man that you’d managed to fall hopelessly in love with anyways.

At first you tried to ignore those voices, that cynical side of yourself that existed only, it seemed, to make you unhappy. You weren’t necessarily an optimist by nature, but you were a bit of a hopeless romantic, and flirting or not you at least hoped to get your point across. Delivering Kaeya’s library requests first, always going up to him at lunchtime to talk, even giving him a special gift for the Windbloom festival. You really did try, you didn’t think that the opposite could be argued. Still things continued on as relatively normal however, Kaeya’s flirting never seeming to grow particularly towards you. Eventually it became harder and harder to avoid the voice in your head sneering you were wasting your time. Or maybe you were just tired.

Either way the answer seemed to be obvious. You knew when the answer was to count your losses and move on, and surely this was one of those times. Kaeya wasn’t going to see you as a partner, he just wasn’t. That didn’t mean he wasn’t kind, or that your conversations with him weren’t lovely, or even that you weren’t still in love with him. Still, wasn’t it time to move on to kinder winds? You wanted a clean break, wanted an end to your painful waiting; didn’t want to experience that clench in your heart when you watched Kaeya flirting with someone else as the point just drove further and further home. You wanted reprieve, and the only way to do that was to admit the obvious. This wasn’t going to happen.

So you gave up, or did your best attempt at giving up. You still spoke to Kaeya, the gods knew you probably couldn’t stand not speaking to him. You still tried to keep as light as before, tried to retain the dynamic, for something was better than nothing. Yet your days of simply chasing after him were over, and as you settled into you schedule of new normalcy you found, though things weren’t necessarily easier, at least they seemed simpler. Besides, how much had really changed? Kaeya most likely didn’t notice.

“Kaeya, the manuscript you requested on Liyue trade history came in yesterday. There were also a few other things that came in, though Lisa told me they’re classified.”

“Oh Lisa, always a stickler for rules. Would you like to know what I requested?”

“Like you would actually tell me,” you snorted. “No, I’m fine. It’s none of my business.”

“Aw,” Kaeya pouted slightly, crossing his arms in front of him. He seemed to be doing that more often these days, though maybe you were simply imagining it. “Where’s your sense of adventure darling? You seemed to have lost it somewhere.”

“I’m just following rules,” you pointed out.

Something had shifted about the conversation at some point, and you were suddenly feeling an undercurrent that hadn’t been there before. Finding it uncomfortable you quickly removed the space between you and Kaeya, reaching out to place the brown paper wrapped books into his hands. Taking them Kaeya lifted an eyebrow. Turning around he went to put them on his desk.

The momentary reprieve in atmosphere you felt quickly died, as before you had time to turn around the cavalry captain was back, this time leaning closely towards you.

“What is it?” You asked. This was certainly Kaeya behavior, but it still startled you nonetheless.

“You’re acting funny.”

“What? I’m acting completely normal.”

“If you say so.”

But the tone conveyed that Kaeya didn’t agree one bit. A smirk painting his lips he turned around, though something bitter seemed to flash behind his eyes, and for a moment you wondered if he had somehow caught on to the secret you’d been hoping to keep to yourself.

After that things seemed to continue on as normal for a few weeks. If Kaeya’s books were secretly transgressive, they certainly weren’t doing anything actively, and life as an assistant librarian to the Knights of Favonius retained its languid, unhurried pace. Still a part of you had never forgotten about that weird snippet of conversation, one which was doing a surprisingly good job at eating away at you.

You were almost relieved when Kaeya brought the matter up again.

“Is something wrong darling?”

“You asked me that two weeks ago Kaeya.”

“Really? It’s been that long? I must be neglecting my duties,” he let out a careless sort of laugh, before his eyes steadied. “I was hoping that this time I might get a more honest answer.”

“So you think I’m lying to you when I’m saying nothing’s wrong?”

“Yes.”

“But I’m not! How could I be lying to both you and myself.”

“I find that doing such a thing is a surprisingly easy task. Nevertheless, even if you aren’t lying, there is something wrong.”

“And what would that thing be, Mr. Expert?” For some reason this conversation was aggravating you. Maybe because you couldn’t decide whether or not he was right.

“I don’t know, I was hoping you could tell me. I can’t say sorry for something I’m not aware of, I don’t know what I did. You do though. So the sooner you tell me what’s wrong the sooner things can go back to normal.”

“What do you mean by normal Kaeya? If anything this is more normal. Not that things have changed that much. I’m sorry I don’t deliver your books first, if that’s what you’re complaining about. But frankly, I don’t see what you’re so upset about? You’ve got plenty of other friends, so why are you complaining to me?”

Maybe it wasn’t your best use of logic, but your ability to circle around the focus of the conversation, the unspoken emotions that still burned through you, was somewhat lacking.

“This is not normal. I’m not talking about library books, I’m talking about friends. Or maybe avoidance. You’ve been avoiding me lately, even if you aren’t doing it completely. It wounds me, you know. My dearest companion, what did I do to earn their ire?”

“You did nothing.”

“That’s obviously a lie.”

“It’s not.”

“It is,” Kaeya voice was clipped, matching your same tone. Even now he was shifting himself to better fit the atmosphere in the room, something you normally valued so deeply.

“It’s not. It’s really not! That’s the problem Kaeya, don’t you see?” Tears that had threated the corners of your eyes were now burning across your vision, as your emotions finally broke through the paltry excuse for a dam you’d been building. “You’ve done nothing, you’ve never done anything. You’re always nice, and flirty, and a bit shameless. And that’s fine! It’s not your fault that you don’t feel like I feel for you. I don’t want to make you feel guilty. You flirt with everyone, and that’s fine. I don’t care! I really don’t. I don’t want to burden you. Still, can’t you just let me feel upset by it? Can’t you just let me give up? Do you know how painful it is not to give up? Why won’t you let me at least do that, but no! Instead you come in here talking about how everything’s different, as if I’ve offended you, or as if you worry would change anything. Of course it won’t! And it shouldn’t! But damn it Kaeya, I just want to be upset!”

By this time Kaeya had closed the space between you two, wrapping his arms around you and running soft, slightly cool, fingers through your hair. You nestled into him, despite yourself. You were so tired and so angry, and right now it didn’t really seem to matter who you cried on as long as you were crying on someone. Letting yourself be carried away by your emotions you let your ragged breathing unleash itself inside the walls of Kaeya’s office.

Eventually you calmed down. Though you expected Kaeya to step away when your breathing evened out, instead he remained there, continuing to run comforting fingers though you hair, his other hand gently cradling your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that was the reason.” It was simple, direct. Undeniably Kaeya.

“What else would be the reason,” you grumbled.

“I don’t know. It’s why I asked. Thank you for answering me.”

“You forced me into it.” There was no true venom behind your words. You were sure Kaeya knew that.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“No.”

“Not yet?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.”

“That’s alright. Now’s not the best time anyways, since I ought to look my best. Not that I don’t look amazing already, but I should dress up for an occasion such as that. Still, I hope that eventually you’ll allow yourself to live in a way that doesn’t make you unhappy. Sometimes we can’t do that. This time you can.”

“Maybe.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting for you darling, and you know how impatient I am.”

“What if you have to wait for a long time?” You were feeling quite contrary.

“Then I’ll wait. After all, I’ll have quite the reward for my patience.”

You smiled into Kaeya. Despite yourself, you knew it wouldn’t be that long.

 Xiao

With Xiao, the question was always boundaries. How far is too far? How far is not far enough? It was an endless maze, even if it was a maze you would gladly continue to explore, sure that the light at the end must lead to something truly beautiful. Still, you didn’t exactly need your emotions to come in and complicate something already so difficult to navigate.

At first you tired to ignore, to take a page from the book the yaksha you’d so hopelessly fallen for had written. Yet if was much harder than it ought to be, for loving Xiao seemed to come as naturally as breathing, and no amount of looking for faults seemed to be doing much to change that. After all, everyone has faults, and nothing could change the innate goodness you saw in Xiao, the wonder and light that he carried with him, despite his millennia of hardships.

At first you thought to tell him, to cross that border, find that boundary and test it with all the patience it had taken to test and cross those other boundaries.

“Xiao?”

“Mmm.”

“I, I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“I, I made you some Almond Tofu!”

Xiao let his eyes widen with characteristic surprise, before leaping down nimbly from his perch to take the dish you brought out from behind your back. You watched as he ate it happily, warmth running through your veins. Nevertheless a part of you cried in frustration, perhaps even pain, for you knew you had failed to do what you had set out to do.

It wasn’t simply that you feared losing Xiao’s friendship, feared losing his respect. It was the boundaries, those invisible lines you were so careful not to step over. Xiao needed those boundaries, you knew he did. Though he had told you very little about his past, what he had told was horrific, and you hardly doubted that Xiao’s survival, his failure to spin into madness, was because of those walls he’d carefully constructed around himself. You wanted him to shed those walls yes, to slowly emerge from the darkness which he held around himself. But you weren’t ready to push him to do so, or not very much at least. It wasn’t truly in your nature to do so anyways.

So you expressed your feelings as best you could, with tofu and flowers and all the kindness you had to offer. When you weren’t working, spending your time sewing for a high-end Liyue shop, you were with Xiao. A part of you assumed that it would be enough, that if you gave Xiao enough of your time and enough of your attention the barriers would magically break down. One day you’d wake up and they’d be gone and you’d be happy, having never pushed things too far.

As nothing truly seemed to change however you grew slowly discouraged. You weren’t really aware of your flagging hopes, not really. It was more that you were busy, you were so busy. Besides, Xiao hadn’t expressed much sadness over losing your company. Perhaps he was secretly relieved, perhaps you had pushed too far at some point and he hadn’t told you. Maybe it was best that you give his boundaries time, and not push it too far.

Even looking back it was hard not to call the logic sound, or at least sound to you. In some ways you and Xiao were cut of the same cloth, and though that brought with it an understanding, it also brought its own set of issues. Neither of you were willing to walk over the line that the other drew, even if you could not see where they had actually drawn it. Even if not doing so was painful, the fear of what pain might come if you did was too great a discouragement.

So you began to slowly fade away, without being entirely aware that you were indeed doing so. You were busy after all, and Xioa was most likely too. He was still a yaksha after all, a being whose life was almost completely disconnected from your own. Surely it wouldn’t be that surprising if his views were similar? Maybe you truly had crossed a line, and that was why he never seemed to enquire after you. Or maybe it was that you hadn’t mattered all that much in the first place.

It was a wet, cold autumn day. You sighed slightly as you unlocked your door, having gotten drenched by protecting a bold of fabric you were bringing home to cut and pin. Letting out a huff, you opened the door and went to take a nap. You must’ve been tired, for it took a few seconds for the screech of surprise to leave you mouth at the sight of the unexpected intruder waiting for you.

“Xiao! You scared me!”

You stared at the yaksha, very much surprised by the sight of him. Your surprise had very little time to register though, being quickly replaced by concern for the storm so clearly gathering in Xiao’s eyes.

“You were gone for so long.”

“I’m sorry Xiao. It’s just been so busy you know, everyone’s preparing for the change in season. Besides…”

“Besides?”

“I didn’t want to bother you. I mean, I know you also have a job, and though I want you to find happiness outside of it, I don’t want to pressure you.”

Xiao’s facial expressions evidently conveyed that he was not impressed. Searching for the right words you let your gaze drift towards the floor. You weren’t sure that you were ever going to be ready for a conversation like this, but certainly not in the state you were now. Still, you owed Xiao some sort of explanation. Of course you did.

“I’m really sorry Xiao. I should have found time for you. It’s completely my fault.”

“That’s not what I want.” Xiao’s tone was gruff, frustrated. You found the frustration mirrored within yourself.

“What do you want?”

“I,” Xiao flushed. “I don’t want you to apologize. I’m not blaming you for anything. You shouldn’t apologize for nothing.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

Xiao shook his head. For a moment he just stood there, eyes stormy. Slowly though he reached out to take your hand. You found the act surprisingly comforting. You had missed Xiao’s hands, delicately built, calloused beyond believe. They felt comforting and warm and safe, and you wished you could never let go of them. Drawing strength from that you slowly raised your gaze slightly.

“What do you want, Xiao?”

At first Xiao said nothing. Perhaps he was staring at a line, contemplating whether to cross it. You had half the mind to apologize again, but managed to stop the words from coming out. You knew that it was just a force of habit. Besides, Xiao hadn’t said anything yet. A small spark of hope burned inside you, the hope that something might go well.

There was a gentle tug on your wrist and suddenly you were in Xiao’s arms, his hair gently tickling your nose.

“This,” he mumbled. “I want this.”

For a moment you felt yourself freeze in shock, but soon enough you found yourself melting into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around him. Xiao was warm like a heater, warm beyond that too. It was as if there was something in his soul. Gentle, flickering, it brought you happiness that you never thought you could imagine. You wanted to bask in it forever, it was worth any twists and turns you might have to take to reach it.

“Don’t disappear again.”

“I won’t.”

“I should have come earlier.”

“It’s alright. Hey, Xiao?”

“What?” Xiao’s arms tightened around you slightly. You didn’t want to talk much more either.

“What do you think of me?”

Xiao let out a soft snort. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

It was more than you could have ever hoped for.