#jake took this argument way to literally

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Tuk and Spider fighting about who’s older, while the rest of the siblings just watch and neytiri is also debating about it and jake is just being jake

spider: I'm older, I was 16 when I went into my coma, technically I'm 21, and the avatar was almost 14 when I got it

tuk: no I'm older (cause she said so) your clearly brain damaged to think so

neytiri, who needs spider to stay her baby forever: tuks older

Jake, clueless as to why they're fighting: well norm said- *continues to butcher anything and everything norm and max had said about how spider would continue to age*

spider, tuk, and Neytiri: shut up skawng

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"a no-label relationship, how thrilling can it be?" | cover preview ׂ╰➤ hwang hyunjin x reader (ft jay, jake and jungwon from enhypen, chan, seungmin, jisung, minho) genre angst, toxic relationship, reader has long hair, toxic LAWL, aruging crying kissing in the rain (we love to see it), reader enjoys photography w/c 17.2k warnings toxic relationships (ig), arguments, manipulative, aggressive kissing (gasp!), a lot of kissing (I HOPE I DID OKAY FOR THE KISSING SCENES), hyunjin is possessive, hyunjin invades reader's privacy, hyunjin takes things without permission, hickies, slightly suggestive ig?, occurrence where the reader gets harassed/assaulted physically, fighting, cheating, THERE IS MORE BUT ILL UPDATE WHEN I WAKE UP COS I JUST WANNA POST THIS ASAP, semi-proofread

a/n finally, the fic is out! it came out later than expected, and i apologise to yall for that. this is the first long fic i've ever written and ive learnt that long fics arent for me LOL. cringed so much writing this, i literally have a love-hate relationship with this, but i seriously hope yall enjoy this because i spent so much time on it. likes comments and reblogs are appreciated, and once again so sorry it took so long!

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It was getting dark outside — the sun slowly setting, roads having slight traffic due to it being a little after peak hour, and your window blinds were closed, your living room being dimly lit from the lamp on the table and the ceiling light that was barely working.

"Don't tell me you're still going out with Jay?"

You finished tying your hair up in a ponytail before averting your gaze to Hyunjin, an expression of grimace on your face. He was resting on your couch, legs were in a manspread, his arms crossed and his head thrown back on the cushion. He returned the sour expression and all you could do was turn your head back to the mirror to touch up on your make-up, picking up the different brushes.

"Why can't I?" you retorted back, your annoyance towards him gradually growing as you start to dab the brush on your face, focusing on the small details. You two just had an argument moments before, a big reason was because you had plans with other males — well, just one, your best friend, Jay. You two also bickered about other small things, nitpicking each other’s small habits, and it all led to this.

"Because I'm here?" He sat up on the couch, his posture straightening as he locked his gaze onto you, his eyes showing fury as you remained unphased, putting down your brush and holding up your eyebrow pencil, drawing over your eyebrows. His sentiment sounded contemptuous, but this wasn't your first rodeo with him.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" you taunted, clearly not intimidated by him as you fully turned your body to face him. The corner of his mouth curled up, raising his eyebrows as he set himself up from the couch, walking towards you until he was in front of you. Considering you were seated, you had to tilt your neck upwards to maintain eye contact with him, your eyes showing no remorse towards him.

"What will I do?" He leaned forward, his face mere inches away from yours. On the outside, you remained nonchalant about it, but on the inside it felt like your heart was going to burst out. "What do you think I'm going to do?" he threw the question at you, and you could feel your heart skip a beat. The way you two were holding eye contact so intensely made your eyes linger over his lips, admiring how plump and captivating it looked, and it didn't go unnoticed.

He leaned in, smashing his lips onto yours with no warning and you gasped. He took the chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth, two of your muscles dancing strongly against each other with strong passion. You closed your eyes and your hands slowly wrapped around his neck. His hands cupped your jaw, manually tilting your head so he could gain more access to your mouth. The passion in the kiss was so evident and it fueled the fact that you both despise yet yearn for each other so much. You slowly felt as if you were running out of breath, so your hands snake down to his chest and you attempt to push him back, but your attempt is fruitless.

This only made him kiss you more aggressively, and this was a way of expressing his frustrations and jealousy to you, since you obviously didn't want to obey him. You gradually started to feel light-headed, and he finally pulled back from the kiss, his forehead resting on yours as he looked at you with the same fury in his eyes. You panted, desperate to catch your breath as you could physically feel your heart racing. His gaze averted to your lips and he chuckled at the sight of your red lipstick being smudged, bringing his fingers up to smudge your lipstick even more.

"Forget Jay, Y/N. How could you think about him when I'm right in front of you?" his eyes softened and he pleaded, causing a pang of guilt to hit your heart. You released a sigh, your hands falling back down to your sides as you leaned back from him, looking around the room to avoid eye contact with him. "I'll cancel, okay?" you muttered, feeling guilty for making Hyunjin feel that way, as well as for cancelling plans with Jay extremely last minute.

You and Jay originally had plans to go see a movie, and you had been looking forward to it for a week, but guess things just don't go accordingly sometimes.

Upon hearing that you'd cancel, his face lit up and a wide grin spread across his face. He brought you into an embrace, his broad frame perfectly wrapping around yours as you nuzzled your face into his neck, enjoying his warmth. 

“Thank you, baby,” he mumbled, hugging you tighter and you shook your head.

“I’m still mad at you,” you replied and he only laughed it off.

You felt so complete with him, so many moments when you wanted to rip your hair out because of him but it always ended up like this. Always ended up in his arms, and no one else.

"You signed up too?!" you exclaimed, nearly choking on your food as you kept your focus on the boy in front of you. Jay lightly grinned at your reaction and nodded his head. Loud chatters fill the cafeteria as you stared at the boy in front of you with a wide grin. Bliss filled you as you processed that you wouldn't be alone in the photography club; it's always nice to have someone familiar around.

"I didn't know you were into photography too, Y/N!" he chuckled, taking a bite out of his sandwich afterwards and glancing at you. You were so excited to finally have a mate that you could talk about photography with. Even if he was your friend for a while, you never knew he had the same interest as you. You were experienced with it, having bought your own camera a little while ago and playing around with it whenever you had free time. Unfortunately,

"Yeah! I actually bought my own digital camera a while ago but I recently lost it.."

Jay pouted upon hearing the news, sharing the sorrow you felt when you first realised you had lost it. "But it's okay! They provide cameras in the club, don't they?" you added on, lightening up the mood.

Jay chuckled and nodded, admiring how you could quickly light the mood up. You took another bite of your meal, munching it down and took a sip of your chocolate milk from the plastic straw.

"Actually, I've already been in the club for a while, I could introduce you to a few of the members right now if you want?" he offered, and your eyes instantly lit up, your face leaning closer to his. "Seriously?! Right now?! You would do that?" you jubilantly expressed, feeling euphoria run through your veins. Jay gave you a small smile and nodded, and you stood up from your chair immediately, creating a loud dragging sound from your chair which caught the attention of a few others in the cafeteria, but you could care less.

"Let's go now then!" you exclaimed, taking Jay's wrist with your left hand and your right hand still holding your half-eaten burger. Jay looked surprised at your excitement, but went along with it regardless. He was more than happy to lead you to the club room. On the way you kept telling Jay about your experiences with photography, and he shared some of his experiences too, helping you to realise that Jay was really interesting as well.

"Well, here we are!" Jay stood in front of a door, glancing at you and realising you had the brightest expression on your face. He chuckled at the sight of you being so eager and he nodded at you, opening the door and gesturing for you to enter first. You slightly bowed and mumbled a small 'thank-you' before stepping in and realising how the room was filled with about 5 people. All of them were new faces, or so you thought.

"Hey guys, we have a new member!" Jay stepped in and closed the door after himself, glancing between at his club mates and at you, flashing you a welcoming smile. From the way he spoke, you could somewhat tell that he was already close with the members, and it reassured you since it would be easier for you to make friends through him. You looked at each person one by one, noticing how each of them were at their own individual spots and giving them a friendly smile until you looked at the last person.

Hyunjin.

And he was holding the camera you mentioned about, angled at the corner of the room closest to him. The one you had lost.

"Oh?" Hyunjin said, his tone sounding amused as he eyed you up and down. You looked at him with widened eyes, not expecting him to be here out of all people. You cleared your throat and averted your gaze away from him, feeling his eyes burn a hole on you from his intense gaze. It was true you and Hyunjin had something, but you two never revealed it in public.

"Do you know her, Hyunjin?" Jay questioned, your sudden awkward behaviour not going unnoticed. Hyunjin smirked and raised his hands up as if he were surrendering, "Who knows?". You bit your lip, feeling uncomfortable at this situation and feeling like anyone would be able to infer that you and Hyunjin had something, but your thoughts were interrupted by Jay's laugh.

"You're scaring the poor girl, at least be more welcoming," Jay laughed out and walked over to the side of a boy who had silky straight hair, his hair slightly over his eyebrows and partially covering his eyes, and a black hoodie nicely fitting over his torso. You formed eye contact with the boy and he flashed you a small smile, a dimple forming on one side of his cheeks.

"Y/N, this is Jungwon, the president" Jay gestured to Jungwon, and Jungwon slightly bowed down. "Hi Y/N! I remember seeing your name in the list; just didn't expect to be seeing you so soon!" he spoke, his voice sounding like honey. He extended his arm for a handshake, and you nervously walked towards him and took his hand, firmly shaking it. You were slightly taken aback to how casual Jay was with the president of the club.

"Hi Jungwon! Nice to meet you!" you greeted him. You felt as if you were walking on eggshells, knowing very well that Hyunjin was watching your every move, and you were familiar with his outbursts after seeing you interact with other males. After the handshake with Jungwon, you quickly pulled your hand back and fidgeted with your fingers, already imagining the argument with Hyunjin in your head.

Jay helped to introduce to the rest, initiating friendly small-talk and helping you to getting to know the members. They were all pretty friendly and lovely people to get to know.

As you reached the last person, Hyunjin, you formed eye contact with him, biting your lip as the tension between the two of you became increasingly unbearable.

"Y/N, this is Hyunjin, and Hyunjin this is Y/N!" Jay introduced. You felt a lump in your throat, suddenly losing the ability to talk.

"Hello, Y/N. Nice meeting you," he extended his hand and flashed a smirk, his gaze on your hand and waiting for you to take his. You cleared your throat and nervously raised your hand up to take his hand until the loud school bell rang. While everyone else looked at the clock or at their wrists for the watch, you immediately pulled your hand down. Hyunjin watched you and slowly put his hand down.

While everybody else was distracted by the school bell and packing up their belongings to head to the next class, Hyunjin took the chance to lean to your ear and whisper, "Meet you after school".

You stumbled back, a shiver running down your spine and you were aggressively shaking your head and shooting a glare at him until he raised his occupied hand. The hand that was holding your camera.

"Unless you don't want this?" he mouthed, not voicing anything out.

You scoffed and scowled at him, giving him a single nod before turning your back on him to leave the classroom. Your eyes immediately met Jay's and you both started to converse while leaving, knowing that you two share the next class.

"Like Jay more than me?" he shot out, swinging the straps of your digital camera as he walked. You walked beside him, keeping your eyes on the camera to make sure he didn't accidentally drop it and he suddenly came to a halt, catching you off-guard and almost causing you to slip.

It was currently late evening, considering that your school ended later than usual today. You and Hyunjin were walking around in a more secluded area in the city that was still near the school, the place being dimly lit and fewer people being present.

Suddenly his body fully turned to yours, his hand lifting your chin up so you could look at him. Your eyes widened as you realised what he was doing, forming eye contact but remaining completely still.

"I asked you a question, darling."

You blinked your eyes at him in confusion, not realising that he had actually asked you a question after cautiously watching your camera that he was holding. You stuttered, "Huh? What? What question?".

"Do you like Jay more than me?" he questioned once more, his face darkening as he stared into your eyes and leaned closer. You gulped, wanting to jump off the earth as you immediately closed your eyes as the proximity increased. The weight of the question hung heavily in the air as the silence grew to be more unbearable. You slowly opened your eyes and were expecting to be met with an angry expression, but you are met with the opposite.

His eyes looked sad, and his eyebrows furrowed upwards. Your heart broke at his expression and you finally answered.

"No."

"Really?" his face lit up, his eyes blinking at you in elatedness. You were shocked to see that he wasn't angry or asking it repeatedly for reassurance but you weren't complaining. "Yeah. I like you more than Jay," you stated.

He flashed you a warm smile and cupped your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips which caught you off-guard. It was almost a switch inside him flipped and he was happy all of a sudden. You felt as your heart started beating in a frantic rhythm, and blood started rushing to your face. You started to feel nervous and you flashed him an awkward smile, avoiding eye contact afterwards.

"Tell me more!" he leaned backwards, still looking at you. "Am I more handsome than him? More attractive?" he continued, clearly wanting your validation and you honestly found his jealousy adorable.

"Yes, you're more handsome than him, okay?" you reassured him, the warmth in your heart growing as your gaze went back to him. You took the time to notice his attire, his straight curtain hair parted into two different sections and a few strands of hair over his eyebrows. His looped silver earrings and necklace nicely complemented his skin tone, and his strong perfume filled the air.

He seemed overjoyed at your response, clearly wanting to hear more. "Am I the only guy in your life?".

Oh.

You blinked at him, slightly taken-aback to his sudden question. Was he the only guy in your life? I mean, technically yes, from how you two acted, but you two never.. had a label. You wanted to agree to his question, but you were reluctant. You answered back with a question, "Are you? You tell me."

He chuckled at your response before pecking your forehead and letting go of your face.

"Let's go."

You looked at him, feeling confused to where he meant but he took your wrist and started dragging you. "Where are we going?" you questioned, feeling genuinely clueless but he continued to drag you, not looking back to answer you.

"Nowhere."

You ended up in the subway with him, walking around the station as you both waited for the train to come. Your hand was interlocked with his, your arms swinging back and forth. There weren't a lot of people since it was starting to be late and the day after was still a weekday. You wanted to ask him so many things, like — when did he take your camera? When did he join the photography club? Since when did he actually know Jay?

"What are you thinking about?" he questioned, breaking your train of thought and causing you to gain back consciousness and look back at him. He had a soft expression, sincerity evident in his voice as he softly grinned at you.

"I have a lot of questions about today."

"Oh yeah? Spit."

"You had my camera the entire time?" you shot out the first question that had been at the back of your head for the entire day after you saw him in the club room. You were happy that your camera was with someone you knew, but you were confused about how he even got it. Sad too, that he practically stole it from you.

"Yeah. Took it while you weren't looking when I came over," he confessed, his tone showing no guilt or remorse. "So.. you deliberately took it without asking me?" "I guess so."

You weren't surprised, you were already used to this, just slightly upset that he didn't tell you first.

"But why?" you asked the part you've been eager to hear the most. "I wanted to make sure there weren't other guys."

'Is that so?' you thought to yourself.

"So did you find any other guys?" you asked. You knew you didn't have any photos of other guys in your camera, but you wanted to hear his response. "You're in the clear," he tilted his head upwards, giving you a downwards smile and his hair fell down to his temples from his forehead. "Must be fun invading my privacy, huh?" you wried, but at the same time you felt thrilled at the thought that he was being possessive.

He simply laughed at your comment, feeling guilty about your statement. He asked, "Shoot more questions, bet 'ya have more".

"You were in the photography club?" "Yeah." "Why didn't you tell me?" "You never asked."

Fair point.

You sighed at his comment, now realising that you don't know much about Hyunjin but it was a stark contrast when it came to Hyunjin's knowledge about you. It felt almost as if he knew everything about you, and it made you feel so vulnerable to him.

"You knew Jay?" you asked the final question.

Hyunjin hummed, indicating he was thinking before he nodded.

"You never told me you and him knew each other personally." "Once again.. you never aske—" "I know that, but you could've just said a simple 'Oh, him and I are club mates' or whatever."

You thought that Hyunjin only knew Jay because you brought up Jay multiple times and that you and him hung out in school. Jay and Hyunjin knowing each other personally was the last thing you expected, especially in a photography club.

"Well, now you know."

The train arrived, the sounds of the train railing in filling up the atmosphere in the train platform. You glanced at Hyunjin and he nodded, both of you walking at one of the doors where the train would open.

Both of you sat in the train, talking to each other and resting on each other. With your hand interlocked with his, his thumb slowly caressed yours and you felt at ease with him, forgetting about all of the relatioship's toxicity. Time passed by, both of you just sitting in the train accompanied by each other's presence as the train stopped at every stop, the cabins slowly emptying out as it became later.

There was endless chatter, laughter and bickering and before you realised, your train eventually reached the last station, the clock already striking past midnight. It was already time to go home since it was a school night, and you two had classes to attend to the following day.

Before you two parted ways, he spoke up, "Hey, about my question, what's your answer?". You flashed a perplexed look, trying to recall what question he had asked.

Oh, that question. You took a few seconds to think about it, feeling like your answer weighed heavily and required sincerity, possibly impacting whatever relationship you had with him.

Am I the only guy in your life?

"Yeah. You're the only guy."

Your response made him smile, and he took your hands into his, bringing you closer.

"It's the same for you, okay? You're the only girl in my life". Your heart melted at his words and you felt truly percepted. He continued while planting a kiss on your cheek "Goodnight, Y/N".

You watched as he walked away from you towards the opposite end of the station, entering the train which was practically desolated and your heart clenched as the doors watched, your eyes on him even as the train moves away. (You didn't want to admit it, but you were feeling upset that he wouldn't take you home, but you tried to brush the feeling away).

By the time you've reached home, it was already 3am. Upon opening your front door, you didn't even bother to turn on the lights, just heading straight to your room and flinging the door open. You felt exhausted, but recalling the quality time you spent with Hyunjin warmed your heart up (but a pinch of sadness because he didn't take you home).

You carelessly drop the bag onto the floor beside your table, a loud thump echoing through the room and you immediately shuffle your feet towards your bed, falling on it, your arms and legs widely spread as you stared at the ceiling, not even bothering to change your clothes first. Your room was completely dark, but the moonlight that entered through your window made certain areas in your room visible — though barely. Not only did you get to spend time with him, but knowing that your digital camera indeed didn't get lost assuaged your worries.

Wait.. Talking about your camera.. Did he even pass it back to you?

You immediately sat up, setting your feet on the floor before walking towards your light switch, making extra effort not to accidentally kick or trip over anything. Upon flicking the lightswitch, the sudden bright light caused you to flick your head downwards and shut your eyes. You slowly opened your eyelids as you gradually grew accustomed to the different lighting and you looked at the corner where you had placed your school bag when you reached home.

You quickly shuffled your feet towards your bag, unzipping the front pocket to see if there was anything, followed by the biggest pocket. Your anxiety grew as you slowly unzip, peeking your head into your bag. To your relief, your camera was resting nicely inside the big pocket on top of your school materials. You quickly snatched it out, inspecting the camera to ensure there were no scratches or dents, and luck was on your side because your camera was in perfect condition from the last time you saw it.

You released a sigh of relief and slouched your back, feeling as all the worry inside of you disappeared. You turned on your camera, wanting to quickly get the feeling of using your camera again after being so sure that you had lost it, and you wanted to quickly take a random shot.

Your bedroom could be considered neat. You were sitting beside the table that was at one corner with your laptop on it, a lamp and at the other side of the room was your bed, but your sheets were all ruffled up from a moment ago. You quickly shot your bedroom, hearing the camera click and a flash shooting through the room.

You pulled the camera away from your face, pressing a few buttons and quickly looking at the photo you took and smiled. You clicked buttons to see your other shots until you realised that there were photos that you don't recognise at all. And that's when you realise that Hyunjin has probably taken a few shots himself from when he deliberately stole your camera.

The first photo was a photo of.. you? And it was a shot of you talking to Jungwon and shaking his hand. This must've been when Jay brought you to the club room earlier.

Second, third, fourth shots were all him taking mirror selfies. There were more photos where he was intentionally making a stupid face and you giggled at his stupidity, your heart feeling warm that you had these photos for yourself, and you continued to click until you reached one photo.

It was a shot with the flashlight on, the photo slightly blurry. A girl could be seen raising her hand up to the camera, probably to block her face and as you inspected the photo more, you realised that there were purple marks visible down her jugular, causing you to gasp. You could physically feel your heart shatter as you continued to scan the photo, now zooming in and realising that the background of the photo seemed familiar.

You could make it out that it was Hyunjin's bedroom, and the girl was sitting up on the edge of his bed. Her hand had fully covered her face, leaving her identity unknown to you but all you could care about were the marks down on her neck.

You felt as nausea washed over you and your heart dropping. You knew that unless Hyunjin was a dickhead and shared your camera around, it had to be him who took that photo. You instantly turned off your camera and dropped it to the floor, not caring about the potential damages done to it and you just flicked the lightswitch to turn off the light. You threw yourself on the bed and nuzzled your face into your pillow, feeling as tears form in your eyes.

Tears slowly start to escape your eyes, feeling deeply betrayed by your discovery. The fact that that photo took a while to reach in your camera gallery just tells you that it's been a while since it's been in your camera, so how could Hyunjin treat you so nicely and restrict you from seeing other people when he goes out to meet people other than you? Heck, you didn't even have the thoughts to go down on Jay on the day you were supposed to go to the movies, but here Hyunjin was, marking others.

"'only girl in my life' my fucking ass, bro" you thought.

"Fuck you....." you mumbled weakly to yourself and your voice cracked as the image of Hyunjin's face appeared in your head when you closed your eyes. You whimpered, feeling as if the whole world just came crashing down and you continued to cry yourself to sleep until you eventually drifted into a deep sleep.

The bright sunlight crept into your room from your window without warning, and your eyes fluttered open as your nose felt congested and your eyes puffy. You groaned, feeling your body score and you rolled over to the other side of your bed where your phone was laying, and you checked the time.

11:28a.m.

You missed class, and typically you'd be panicking and immediately getting yourself ready for school, but not today. Today you were tired and you just needed the day to yourself — a day without school, interacting with people, and also a day without seeing Hyunjin. You picked up your phone from the nightstand and tried to turn it on, spamming the turn-on button repeatedly and realising that your phone was dead probably since you forgot to plug in your phone before going to sleep. That was probably why you didn't wake up, your alarm didn't even ring to wake you up —but it wasn't like you were going to get up anyways.

You sighed and turned to lay on your back, your arm resting on your forehead as you closed your eyes, recalling the reason you were even upset in the first place. It was such a lovely hangout with him last night and it felt as if you two became even closer, but now it felt like he was a completely different person to you.

Still holding your phone, you took a moment to reflect upon everything that has a moment and a bittersweet feeling ran through your veins. You sat up from your bed, looking around and still realising your digital camera on the floor. You set your feet on the floor and shuffled your feet towards the camera resting on the floor and picked it up, inspecting it for damages. Luckily for you it was still in perfect condition, but for now you just didn't want to use it — for now, you could only recall bad memories with it.

Walking to your table at the other corner of the room, you gently placed your camera down and plugged in your phone, seeing the charging screen. You released a heavy sigh and turned away from the devices, stretching your arms in the air and letting out a loud groan.

Did he take that photo intentionally? Were you not meant to see that photo? Would he message you and reassure you out of nowhere?

You slapped yourself for thinking about these questions. You didn't want to see him physically yet he was implanted in your mind, and it pissed you off.

Today, you were going to spend it on yourself. No one else, just you.

It was a nice day outside, beautiful even. The sun was out shining, the breeze brushing against your face and the streets being lightly occupied since the majority of the people were busy in school or work. You skipped down the street, feeling your hair blow as you smile at the different people you form eye contact with. Sometimes when other people return the smile it almost makes you forget how much your heart had been hurting. Keyword — almost. You look down at the pavement, releasing a loud sigh as the road beside you had cars driving past you at steady speeds.

You weren't just going anywhere, you were going to your comfort place. Your favourite cafe — Chronos Brews. You always bought the same pair of items, but maybe today you were going to get something different.

As you pushed the glass door open, the bells attached to the door chimed and while forming eye contact with the worker at the counter, you grinned at them. You strolled towards the counter and went face-to-face with the worker.

"Hey, what can I get for ya?" the male greeted, his Australian accent strong and your eyes shifted to his nametag that was hanging above his left chest pocket.

Sim Jaeyun.You have never seen him before, perhaps he was a new worker?

"Hey! Uhm.." you greeted and you trailed off, looking at the menu to search for something new. Once your eyes found an item you found interesting, you continued, “Could I get a New York cheesecake and a..” your voice trailed off as you eyes continued to scan the menu, “passion yoghurt smoothie?”. 

The male smiled at you and nodded, proceeding to press buttons on the cash register and looking up again afterwards. “That’ll be 11.90, cash or card?”

“Card.”

“Okay.” He smiled.

You sat on a vacant table, the cafe being emptier than usual since everyone else was at work or school. You never realised how calming it could be when you were in your favourite cafe with barely anyone else inside. Just you, the apparent new worker - Sim Jaeyun as well as another girl, sitting at one corner busied by her laptop. As you heard footsteps approaching you, you looked up and you were met with the worker holding up a glass cup containing yellow slush with a straw poking out, and a small plate which had your cheesecake accompanied by a mini fork. He set the food down on your table, and gave you a warm smile. 

“Good choice,” he suddenly spoke up, causing you to raise your eyebrows, “as in, your food choices. I like the passion yoghurt smoothie too.”

You smiled at him, “Just wanted to try something new today. I hope it’s good.”

“It will be, no worries,” he reassured, watching as you lean closer to the straw, sipping up with the drink. Your face immediately lit up, your eyebrows raising, your eyes slightly widening and a smile plastered onto your face, “You’re right, this is good”.

You continue to sip on the drink, the liquid level quickly dropping as he laughed at you. You lean back on your chair, and look at him again, “Say, I come here often but I’ve never seen you before”.

He quickly nodded his head, “Yup, just started a while ago. Usually take morning shifts, do you usually come in the afternoon?”.

You nodded your head, “Yeah I do. Makes sense why I’ve never seen you before”.

He suddenly raised one eyebrow, humming in thought. He asked, “No school or work? It’s a weekday morning” and you quickly shook your head. “I mean, I do still have school but.. Today’s my day.”

He nodded, understanding what you meant, “Well then, could I give you my number?”. You shot your gaze at him, caught off-guard by the sudden question and you raised your eyebrows. He continued, his face growing red as his eyes widened

“A-ah, not for any particular reason! You just kinda.. Seem cool, y’know? And if you need anyone to talk to..”. You laughed at him as you watched him aggressively shake his head and hands.

“Okay, sure, why not?” you giggled, handing your phone and watching as he nervously tapped his phone number, his hands slightly quivering.

After you got the new worker’s number, you left the cafe and went to different places, walking in a mall and buying things, walking in a park. It was a day out with yourself.

Must be fun, huh?

You came back home just a little bit before you ate dinner, and dropping all your bags from shopping, you immediately found your way to your room, picking up your phone and turning it on with high expectations. Your hope only crumbles when you realise that you do have notifications, but not from him. Not a single ‘Why didn’t you come to school today?’ or a ‘Are you okay?’ or if you were lucky, an ‘I’m sorry’.

Before you knew it, you were already grabbing your jacket from your closet, picking up your personal handbag from the floor and putting on your slippers, preparing to leave your house with one goal in mind - confronting Hyunjin.

He first wronged you by taking the photo of the girl, maybe it was intentional to make you jealous? Maybe it was unintentional, but you don’t know which one was first, but at this point you didn’t care. You were mad and wanted to hear it from himself, and if he wasn’t even going to reach out to you, you’re going to reach out to him first.

Standing in front of a door you’ve been in front of so many times, you anxiously knock on the wood, folding your arms as you wait for a response. Seconds felt like hours, and you felt the anxiety in you growing. Sweat rolled down your temples and you bit your lip, suddenly forgetting the words you rehearsed on the way to confront him when you actually saw him face to face.

Your head shoots up as you hear the door unlocking, watching as the door swiftly opens, revealing the man who has you wrapped around his finger. The man who puts you on an emotional rollercoaster, never once getting a break from how unpredictable he is. He looks bewildered at the sight of you, his eyebrows raising, eyes widening and his lips slightly parting, clearly speechless.

He takes a few seconds to process that you were right in front of you and finally breaks the silence, “Y/N? Why are you here?”.

You immediately frowned at his question.

Was he not going to ask how you were? Where were you instead of school? His words pricked your heart but you kept your head high, folding your arms as you lifted your head, “I saw the photo”. Features of confusion washed over him as he looked at you as if you were speaking alien language

“What phot-” “You have another girl you’re fucking with.”

His eyes immediately widened, blinking at you repetitively as he tried to find words to respond to you. “Y/N, what are you-”

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyun. I saw it in the photo in my own camera. A girl, on your bed, with hickies. You can’t tell me I’m hallucinating.” you emphasised ‘with hickies’, your chest finally feeling light as you finally let out the words you’ve been wanting to say ever since you saw that photo in the morning. 

You watch as he gives you a confused look, and it makes you feel stupid about yourself, almost doubting yourself.. “Y/N, do you seriously think of me like that?”.

“Hyun, don’t turn this around on me. I literally saw-” “Y/N,” he interrupted, his gaze softening as he tilts his neck, “you do remember I told you that you’re the only girl in my life, right?” “How the fuck is that relevant in this?!” you yelled. You quite literally couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

His shoulder relaxes, folding his arms, “I genuinely have no idea what photo you’re talking about. I did take photos on your camera, yes, but it was all photos of me, Y/N. Trust me, I never had a girl over, and if anything, the girl would only be you.”

“So you’re saying my eyes are lying to me?” “Yes. I genuinely have never taken any photos of girls, or even girls on my fucking bed. You know me Y/N, I only have eyes for you.”

“No Hyunjin, I literally saw-” “Y/N, please? I know this is serious but I’m really busy right now. Can’t you just forgive me?” He steps forward towards you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, his body now pressing against yours as he looks at you with a pleading expression. 

You want to pick up a fight against him. You want to stand your ground, and tell him that you know that what you saw was right. But the way he was pleading, the way his voice sounded so soft, the way he was looking at you so softly and holding you so gently, it made you think otherwise. You averted your gaze, suddenly having a pang of guilt hit you as you sucked the insides of your cheek, not daring to look at him.

“Look at me, please?” he used one of his hands to hold your chin and lift it up to meet your eyes. You looked back at him, your jaw tightened as the guilt grew. You notice how he eyes your lips and how he was gradually leaning closer and you shut your eyes, almost afraid for what was coming.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, however, the feeling was different. Typically, kisses with him would be intense, greedy and passionate, but this time it was slow and gentle. He was taking his own time as he slowly cupped your jaw to angle your head. His mouth moved slowly with yours, and you could feel yourself meaning.

As the kiss continued, you felt your anger for him slowly dissociate, your stomach being filled with butterflies and your chest feeling fuzzy as you finally wrap your arms around his neck to pull his face closer to yours. 

You had thoughts that you never wanted this to end, or that he was right, he would only pick you, but suddenly the image on your camera appears in your head again and it causes you to push him aggressively, breaking the kiss and his hold around you.

He looks at you flabbergasted, evidently bewildered as to why you suddenly pushed him away and you just spoke weakly, “We can’t do this..”. No matter how hard he tries, you know your eyes weren’t playing with you and that the photo was real, and you can’t kiss him or the greed for him and the pain would be worse.

“Hyunjin?” a high-pitched voice spoke out from behind Hyunjin, causing your heart to drop and your blood to go cold, already knowing what was about to come. As you averted your gaze from Hyunjin to the voice behind him, you saw it. You saw the girl in the camera, the same girl in your camera on Hyunjin’s bed with hickies all over her neck.

She had the same blonde straight hair, bangs that were slightly uneven and she was wearing an oversized shirt that you hated you recognised. It was a shirt you yourself wore multiple times.

You could now confirm that the girl was definitely in Hyunjin’s bed, and that all her hickies were definitely from Hyunjin herself. You were speechless, frozen, you were unable to do anything as your mouth remained agape, not being able to form words as your mind goes blank.

The silence between the 3 of you became extremely uncomfortable, and though no words were spoken, each second was like a knife piercing your heart and being twisted. 

You couldn't do this anymore. You can’t deal with this bullshit anymore. Without thinking, your palm swiped across Hyunjin’s cheek, a loud slap echoing the atmosphere as you scowled at Hyunjin.

You were done and you weren’t going to feel like you were just one of his toys he can use and throw away once he was bored. “Fuck you, Hyunjin,” was the last thing you said before you readjusted your bag on your shoulder and stormed away, not looking back. You could feel both of their gazes on you as you walked away, but you couldn’t care less, not wanting to face them again, or anymore. 

The only thing you could think about was Hyunjin and that girl. You were feeling so many emotions to the point it was overwhelming - humiliation, betrayal, anger. You felt so ashamed for actually believing that you were going to be the only girl in his life. So much for a relationship with no actual label, right?

Anger grew inside of you as you replayed the scene in your head repeatedly, wishing that you didn’t just slap him, but also yelled at him and put him in his place. Who was he to throw you around and treat you as if you were nothing? 

Fuck him. Fuck Hyunjin. He’s a fucking dickhead. 

You slowly tried to regulate your breathing, staring at the ceiling and occasionally shutting your eyelids as you tried to put your mind to something else. That girl can have him all she wants, and you were just done with him.

You needed to take your mind off of this, put yourself out there to forget about him, but what is there to do? Maybe you can hang out with a friend, listen to music, talk to new people, and what’s a good way to do all at once? A fun night at the club, of course.

Loud music plays through the speakers that surround the entire room, people being able to be spotted in every single corner, everyone having their different reasons for being there. Some want to hit up with others, some want to bond with their friends, some wanna have a drink, and some want to forget their miserable ex. In your case, it was all of the above.

You were walking past the crowd, trying to get past people and constantly angling your body to get through, and once you were finally at a corner with lesser people, you released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in. You were enthusiastic at the idea of going to the club, but now that you were actually here, the atmosphere was quite overwhelming.

There were people who were literally all over each other, making out with each other as if they weren’t surrounded by a hoard of people, people vomiting and drinking, and people who were just there to dance and vibe to the music. You took out your phone from your purse, nervously checked the chats with your friend and typed to ask them what they were.

Just as you sent a message, you felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to jump and immediately shoot your head at the person tapping your shoulder, and you release a sigh of relief once you realise it was your friend. Sim Jaeyun, the worker you met at the cafe a while ago. He nervously laughed and scratched his neck as he blinked at you, “This was the last thing I expected when you asked me to go out.”

You laugh at his comment, his presence being a sense of reassurance in an atmosphere of people you didn’t know. You smiled at him, “Is this your first time at a club?”.

He ran his hand through his hair, huffing his breath and blowing his fringe, “I mean, no, but the last time I was here I was just stuck to my friend ‘cause I had no idea what to do..”.

Your eyes lit up at his response, “Right! Like you have no clue how to dance, or if you should talk to someone new, y’know?”. You felt even more comforted that someone was exactly like you, clueless on what to do when you were in the club.

The club was famous for letting people forget their emotions, but you only felt like you confronted your feelings more in the club. He shook his head aggressively, snapping his fingers and pointing at you “Exactly that!”.

As time passes by, you and Jake start to get to know each other, like how he owns a pet dog named Layla and how he loves building legos. You also learnt that he came from Australia (which was kinda obvious from his accent) and that he’s a music-freak - he knows how to play so many instruments that you can’t even name all. You two had bought drinks and were sitting on a table, just chatting as you both got to know each other.

“Hey, I gotta go to the toilet real quick, yeah?”. You gave him a quick smile and nodded, watching him as he stood up and left for the toilet. You relaxed on your seat and sighed, feeling happy that you had a night to get to know someone new, and it felt like forever since you’ve done that considering how much Hyunjin had restricted you.

As you folded your arms and stared into blank space, you felt an arm wrap around you and you immediately flinched, trying to shift away but couldn’t. You turned and saw a man, probably in his late 20s and your stomach drops, suddenly freezing and being unable to do anything. You could tell that he didn't have good intentions, his smug smile telling you everything as he eyed you up and down.

“What’s a pretty babe doing alone in a club like this, hm?” the man said, his tone confident yet sounding so suffocating and your breath hitched, unable to form words as you just stared at the man. 

“Why do you seem so uncomfortable?” he laughed out loud and you nervously laughed, your eyes constantly blinking as you looked down to your feet, feeling so small as he pulled you closer, feeling his warmth against your body.

You wanted to push him away, you wanted to scream at him for touching you but for some reason you just couldn’t do anything. Your heart was rapidly beating as your breathing picked up the pace, anxiety starting to grow inside you as you got nervous about what the man would do to you. 

“Baby, do you like this?” he suddenly put his hand on your thigh, making you gasp and hold your breath. Tears were forming in your eyes as you bit your lip hard, not realising the cut that formed.

“S-stop..” you softly cried out.

“Why baby? Don’t you like it?” his hand slowly traced up your thigh, and you were regretting wearing a skirt to the club. You felt the tears break free from your eyes and you shut your eyes, not being able to fight back. That was until you heard a loud thud beside you and his arm on your thigh being hastily removed.

You shot your eyes open to see what happened and saw the man holding his face as he was forced to turn to you. You looked up further and saw Hyunjin, panting and his face full of fury as he held up his fist, his position as if he just punched the man.

“H-Hyunjn..” you weakly called out, and for a second his gaze softened as he looked at you but was quickly averted to the man. You suddenly forgot all your hatred for him when you saw him again.

“Get. Your fucking hands. Off of her.” Hyunjin commanded, his eyes full of rage as his jaw clenched and his fists shaking, his fingers white from how tightly he was clenching his hands.

The man simply turned his gaze back to Hyunjin, chuckling slowly as he looked at Hyunjin’s expression, scoffing at the sight in front of him, his hand touching the spot on his face that got punched. “And why should I?” the man taunted and leaned back to you, his arm remained wrapped around your shoulders and you stiffened up further.

Hyunjin smirked and cracked his neck, the sounds being loud “You better listen before things get fucking messy, old man, now get your hands off of her. I won’t repeat myself again.”

The man shook his head and laughed, “Look man, I’m not trying to-”.

And before you knew it, the man got punched again and you gasped at the sudden action, your hands flying to your mouth. You noticed how there was now blood flowing out of the man’s nose, and that Hyunjin was tilting his neck and pulling up his sleeves, his eyes almost looking psychotic as he rubbed his fists, his gaze fixated on the man and watching his every move.

You looked at the man and he looked like he lost his mind, his grin so wide and he started to laugh uncontrollably, his head slowly turned back to Hyunjin. His arm slithered away from you and he stood up from the chair, walking up to Hyunjin. “Do you fucking know who you’re messing with?” the man threatened, his head tilted and Hyunjin simply stared down at him. 

Suddenly, Hyunjin grabbed his collar and heatbutted him, “Look, I don’t give a fuck about who you are, you touch my girl again I’m fucking killing you, got it?”. You were afraid that a fight was going to break out, but the man simply pushed away, lifting his hands as if he was surrendering and he shook his head, “I got you man, no need to be so fucking sensitive”.

The man was about to pat Hyunjin’s back to form a truce but Hyunjin gripped his wrists tightly and only glared at him, his glare being enough to tell him to fuck off and the man simply went away, glancing once more at you before he disappeared into the crowd.

“Y/N” he called out to you, his eyes still being full of fury as you stared at him. Deep down, you still hated him, but given that he just saved you from that situation, all you could think about was how grateful you were to him, how much you wanted to go back to him, how much you wanted him again. You stood up from your seat and walked towards him, saying nothing and pulling him into a tight embrace.

Upon coming into contact with you, he froze but after a few seconds you could feel his hands rest on your back, slowly caressing you as you found comfort in his hands, almost wanting to burst out crying from the situation you just experienced.

“Sorry, is this your boyfriend?” a voice spoke out and you immediately pulled back from the hug to see Jaeyun. Your eyes immediately widen and you start laughing nervously, not knowing how to respond. Hyunjin stepped towards the guy, clearly feeling threatened, “And who could you be?”. 

You immediately step in, “Hyunjin, this is Jaeyun, Jaeyun this is Hyunjin”. You nervously smiled and scratched your neck. Jaeyun was smiling at Hyunjin while Hyunjin was glaring at him. You realised that you needed to thank Hyunjin, and also that you and him needed to have a talk.

“Ha..ha.. Jaeyun, let's meet again another time, thanks for tonight,” you said as you grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist and started to pull him out. You looked over your shoulder as you started to walk out, watching as Jake smiled and said his goodbyes.

Once you and Hyunjin were out of the club, you and him stood under a streetlight, and you were now face to face with him. As you looked at him, you noticed his stern expression still being present. “Who is he and where did you meet him?” he questioned, his tone evidently displeased.

You were taken aback by how pissed he sounded, your anger for him slowly returning and overpowering your gratitude for him, “Now why does that matter when you literally had a girl over just a while ago, huh?”.

Hyunjin groaned while running his hand through his hair, biting his lip, “Look, I know you might not believe me but I broke it off with her?”.

“And how am I supposed to know if you’re lying or not?!” you yelled.

“I swear this time. I kicked her out that very day you saw her, blocked her and even broke it off.” he said, his tone sounding serious but you had no idea if you should trust him or not. 

“Look, you’ve lied to me once and you can do it again, Hyunjin,” you stated, your heart aching.

“No, please, I understand why you’re mad at me, and I’m a fucking dick for it, Y/N, but please just trust me this one time,” he pleaded, his gaze softening as he took a step towards you, his hand moving upwards to hold you by the waist but you slapped his hand away.

“Hyunjin, trust me, I really want to trust you, but I don’t want to constantly get disappointed and hurt again,” you spat out, “Do you know how hurt I felt when you literally lied to my face and that girl just appeared right behind you?”.

“And do you know how angry I felt when I saw you with that guy?!” he snapped, causing you to flinch. He noticed and his gaze softened, “I-I’m sorry-”

“I don’t give a fuck Hyunjin, you hurt me so much, do you think I care if you’re angry?” your voice cracked and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you relive the pain you felt just a while ago.

“Please Y/N, give me another chance, I promise you I won’t hurt you again,” he pleaded, sounding desperate as he took another step closer, your bodies almost touching as he looked at you. 

He continued, “Don’t.. Walk away from me.. Don’t walk away from me.. please..?” 

You shook your head, biting your lip, “Hyunjin.. I really don’t know..”. He cupped your cheeks and his eyes softened as he saw your hurt expression. He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes looking at your facial features. 

“I’ll do anything it takes to earn your forgiveness again, please?” he pleaded once more and all you could wish for was your heart to stop beating so fast so you could think straight.

“Okay,” you replied, but it came out as a raspy whisper. “Can I.. kiss you?” he questioned, his eyes already on your lips as he slowly started to lean closer to your face. You nodded your head, afraid that you were making the wrong choice, but your heart longed for this, your heart longed for him, and at this point you weren’t even thinking about the consequences.

As his lips finally landed on yours, you felt the tears break free from your eyes. He angled his head for more access to your mouth and your hands grabbed his shirt, slowly pulling him closer. The kiss was hesitant, Hyunjin probably afraid you would’ve pushed him away or reacted negatively, but once you responded, he released the breath he never realised he was holding in.

His mouth moved so tenderly against yours, mouths moving in a similar rhythm as he tries to show you how much he loves you without any words. His hands slowly slithered down to your waist and pulled you impossibly closer, feeling his warmth against you and you could slowly feel yourself losing to this kiss.You knew you’d only get hurt over and over again if you were with him, but being with him just feels so right. His lips complemented yours so well, and the way you both always ran back to each other just proves that the feeling was mutual. 

You felt yourself growing breathless so you tapped his chest, signalling to pull back but he interpreted it different and only kissed you harder, causing you to form a muffled whimper as he kisses you more passionately, his lips moving more vigorously and he ran his lip on your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance and you obey. Your head was feeling fuzzy as he continued, slipping his tongue into your mouth and your tongues fighting in a fiery battle for dominance. He finally pulled back, panting heavily as he rested his forehead on yours and stared into your eyes intensely.

“Tonight, stay with me, okay?” he pleaded, his eyes soft as he continued to pant, his lips agape. You nodded, your heart about to burst from how fast it was beating. You stared at him, noticing the bruised spot on his cheek from your slap and you caressed the spot lightly, feeling guilty for it

Few days after the incident at the club, you and he became close again, reverting back to your old non-labelled relationship, your kisses being more passionate and your greed for each other being increasingly evident.

Today, he wanted to have a game-night with his boys and also invite you over, wanting your presence around him even as he hung out with his friends.

Maybe he was improving, since back then he wouldn’t even want to bring you near his friends from the fear of them finding out that you two were a thing.

Maybe now that he was more open to his friends seeing you and him together, he was serious about you, and maybe he’d be asking you out soon. Who knows? 

Your heart flutters at the thought, thinking about all the different ways he would ask you out. Maybe he was going to do it while the other boys were around. Maybe another day, and he’d gift you a bouquet of flowers? Maybe a romantic dinner - the list goes on and on, but you just couldn’t wait to make it official with him.

Game night he said. His friends were sitting around you on the couch as 4 of them hold up Switch controllers, all of them yelling at each other as they stare intensely at the screen, trying to get the task in the game done.

In the room there was Chan, Minho, Jisung, Seungmin and of course, Hyunjin himself. Since there were only 4 controllers, everyone but you and Seungmin was playing, and you just awkwardly watched as they continuously shout random call-outs to each other. Seungmin was to your left, and Hyunjin was to your right, your legs in physical contact.

Being aware that Hyunjin was too occupied with the game, you looked at Seungmin who was attentively watching the screen, and feeling your gaze on him, he quickly looked back at you to form eye contact. He gave you a small grin and greeted you, “Hey Y/N”.

You knew Seungmin but never really talked to him even in class since he was always around other people. At other times, he was around Hyunjin, and you and Hyunjin never really talked publicly for.. many reasons, of course. This was the first time you actually had the opportunity to talk to him properly, and you mirrored the smile, greeting him back.

“Hey, Seungmin”.

You knew that even if he hung out with Hyunjin who could be a bad influence, Seungmin’s kind heart still remained, and your impression on him always remained positive from the times you see him in class. “How are you?” you questioned, feeling less awkward as you finally find someone to chat to while the others are busy with their game.

“Been okay, just been having my usual baseball practices, class been tough lately, you?”, he replied, the soft smile never leaving his face. You looked around the room and hummed like you were thinking and you shrugged, “Just been the same, I recently managed to find my lost camera so that’s great”. Upon saying that, you glanced at Hyunjin who was still chaotically playing his game, holding his fist up to cheer once they managed to finish their mission. 

“Is that so? Must be nice finding something you lost,” “I agree,” someone to your right voiced out, feeling an arm wrap around your shoulder as they pulled you closer. You looked to your right and made eye contact with Hyunjin, him giving you a smug expression as you glared at him since he was the culprit.

“Say, wanna play Y/N? I bought a new game earlier this week, I think it’s pretty fun” Hyunjin questioned, his smug expression never leaving his face as your eyes softened, and you slowly nodded your head, “Why not?”.

Next thing you knew, you were holding the console and chasing after Hyunjin in the game. Apparently, the game name was 'Cops N Robbers’, and you scream at him from all the tactics he uses to juke you. The game setting was in prison, and you were the cop while he was the robber. There were snickers from the other boys who were also playing, finding it hilarious how naive you were to games and how Hyunjin could easily trick you. 

“Y/N, don’t you think this reminds you of us?” He suddenly blurts out in the middle of his laughter. Still furious, trying to chase him, pressing the buttons aggressively “What the hell do you mean? Just get back here!”.

Hyunjin continued to laugh, “Like how you always chase me, y’know!”.

Your fingers stop moving on the console, taking the time to straighten your posture and look him in the eye. He sensed your gaze on him and he did the same, leaning back on the couch to give you his mischievous expression that you had a love-hate relationship with. Your face turned sour as you immediately understood his implication, and the corner of his mouth curved up while raising his eyebrows.

“It’s not one-sided, Hyun, it’s mutual,” you stated, your tone dead serious.

Hyunjin simply smiled, his eyes practically lighting up, “I know.”

You excused yourself after a while to use the restroom, needing a moment to yourself and as you finished washing your hands, you walked down the hallway and heard the other’s voices while wiping your damp hands on your shirt. You felt uneasy as you recalled the conversation you had earlier with him. ‘Like how you always chase me’  ‘I know’

So he knows that the two of you are after each other. Wouldn’t that mean that there is something special then? Maybe.. there is a need for establishment?

You stared into blank space, their voices gradually getting louder as you get closer, their words falling on deaf ears until you heard something that stood out to you. 

“Are you guys seriously not going to get together?”

You feel your body turn cold and you instantly halt to a stop. You stopped breathing as if they would be able to hear you, and you slowly shuffled your way closer to be able to hear their conversation better. You peeked into the living room, seeing the back of their heads while seated on a couch, still playing. 

You saw Seungmin avert his head to Hyunjin, “Yeah, seriously, the way y'all look at each other is insane.”

Seungmin wasn’t wrong. Your eyes then went to Hyunjin, though it was only the view of the back of his head, hopeful that his response would be something you wished for.

“Why do we need a label?”.

Oh. He continued, “Her and I are fine as we are now, we don’t need a label.”

Your heart dropped, shattered, sunk. His words were like a knife that just stabbed you in the heart, and it definitely was the opposite of the response you desired. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t hurt, but maybe he was right. Maybe a label is not needed, maybe you were just too expectant.

You instantly turned your back and sprinted back to the toilet, not caring if you were making noise. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you were not about to cry. Not now.

The boys had probably noticed your presence from the sounds you made as you shut the toilet door shut, looking into the mirror and turning on the faucet to wash your face.

One half of you was telling you that you should stop hoping, while the other half was telling you to establish what the both of you were,, and it was the only thing you could think about.

Fuck it. You’ll ask him later. 

You stared at your own reflection on the mirror, the features of worry taking over as you bit your lip, praying for the best. If not, you were praying you’d be able to take his response well. You didn’t know which was scarier - losing him or yourself in the process.

“Hyunjin, don’t you think you’re too obsessed with that camera? It’s literally all you ever hold nowadays..” Seungmin grumbled, holding onto Hyunjin who was trying to pull his arm back. Seungmin pulled Hyunjin into the crowd of people, loud music blasting from the speakers that were placed at every corner of the place, people dancing and getting all over each other.

It was a sight that Hyunjin wasn’t unfamiliar with, but a sight that he wasn’t that uncomfortable with. The room was slightly dark, the disco lights flashing rainbow colours and Hyunjin sighed, wishing he was anywhere else but at the club. 

“Now why’d you drag me here again?” Hyunjin grumbled, looking around the room, probably finding something he could photograph. He brought the camera to his eyes, angling it around to find something that could be photographed, whether it was the crowds of people dancing, or the sofa area where people were getting messy with each other.

“You’re such a fucking loser, y’know? Stuck in your room all day, get a girlfriend for fucks sake,” Seungmin hissed, sick of his best friend having an image of a loser. 

“What’s the point? Relationships are so troublesome,” Hyunjin complained, still shifting his body to find anything to photograph until his camera is directly pointed to you, standing at one corner, talking  to one of your girl friends and he accidentally snapped a photo, the flash turning on and he immediately tried to cover the flash with his hand, bringing the camera down frantically.

“Who’re you taking a photo of?” Seungmin followed the direction that Hyunjin was looking at, his eyes landing on you laughing with your other girl friends and he sighs.

“No one, it was an accident,” Hyunjin spat out, clearly flustered that he almost took a photo of a stranger. 

“Are you interested in her?” Seungmin suddenly questioned, causing Hyunjin to choke on hair, putting his hand on his chest as he tried to stop coughing. Seungmin shook his head and patted his friend’s back, helping him to let all the air out.

“It’s okay to be interested. I’m kinda grateful you found something else other than your camera interesting for once,” Seungmin teased, watching Hyunjin recover and stand back straight.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, “Who is she?”. Seungmin smirked at his question, “That’s Y/N, she’s in the same class as me.”

“Is that so?” "Yeah, you like her?" Seungmin turned his neck to him, smirking at the boy. "Yeah."

After Hyunjin said goodbye to the boys at his apartment door, the sounds of the door closing and feet shuffling towards you could be heard. Your eyes were closed, head resting against the cushion of the couch as you folded your arms for extra warmth, and you felt a weight sink you down on the couch beside you. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you to lay on their shoulder and you inhaled a familiar scent, a scent that drove you crazy without fail.

You opened your eyes and looked up at Hyunjin who had his gaze locked onto you, his gaze dark as he scanned your features slowly. Your eyes, nose, lips, and he also studied your behaviour, noticing how you mirrored his actions and how your chest was rising up and down at a slow but steady pace.

His expression was unreadable - as usual, and the amount of thoughts that fill your head became overwhelming. No words were spoken, and you had no idea what was going to happen now that you and him were alone. So many questions you wanted to ask, and you were so afraid that if you said the wrong thing, he was going to slip away. 

“What are you thinking about?” he spat out, finally breaking the silence between the two of you.

You hum in thought, thinking about the right words while looking into his eyes, your eyes flickering to his lips every once in a while and you finally respond, “Us”. It took a lot of confidence for you to confess that, and you bit your lip anxiously, almost instantly regretting it as you thought about how he would react to it. 

The way your eyes constantly flickered to his lips didn’t go unnoticed, and the corner of his mouth curves up, his hands snaking down from around your shoulders to your waist,  bringing you to closer proximity as he leaned in, “What are you talking about, Y/N?”. 

His hot breath hits your lips, his eyelids halfway closed as you finally shoot the question that you’ve been dying to ask, “What are we?”.

In almost an instant, you could feel the mood of the atmosphere change. Hyunjin's breath hitched, leaning backwards and he looked at you, his expression still unreadable.

You loved how handsome he was, but you absolutely despised how you could never read him, never predict how he felt or what he was going to do next. Your eyes fell on his lips, watching how it was opening and you were anticipating his answer.

“It’s late, you should go home,” his tone shifted, sounding cold and distant. “What?” you looked at him, your eyes widened as you felt bewildered at his response. Is that even considered a response?

“You must be tired, let’s talk soon, yeah?” He moved back, removing his arm around your waist as he folded his arms, his gaze averting to the light above the two of you.

“Hyun-”

“I’m tired, Y/N, I can’t bring you home, sorry, I’m going to sleep now, goodnight.”

You watched as he stood up from the couch, the weight beside you disappearing. He was so evidently avoiding eye contact and he started to walk towards his room. Before he could step into his room, you stood up and blurted out, “I heard your conversation earlier!”.

He suddenly freezes, a few moments of silence before he turns around, his eyes finally meeting yours. “It’s not important, I don’t want to talk about it,” he firmly stated. This time, you could tell that he looked uncomfortable, angry even. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was sucking the insides of his cheeks, his jaw clenched.

This sight of him was like another knife added to your heart, and you bit your lip as you slowly nodded, “Okay.”

You didn’t know if it was appropriate, but you spoke up, “Goodnight, Hyun.”

You turned your back on him, picking all your things on the couch before pacing for the door, and as soon as you stepped outside, you slammed his front door shut. Once you were outside, you exhaled as if you were holding in a large amount of air and you leaned against the door, rethinking about what you just asked.

The thing you just asked may have just potentially ruined your entire relationship and you wanted to beat yourself up for it, wanting to turn back time and keep your mouth shut, but whatever’s been done is done, and you just have to wait and see what happens.

Before you knew it, it was the start of a period where he didn’t contact you. Like, at all.

Heck, he even avoided you like the plague. On campus whenever you’d see him, he’d notice you then turn the other away, pretending like he didn’t see you at all. You’d go to the photography club to see him more often and on days you were lucky, he was there, but he’d be occupied talking to someone else.

You’d patiently wait until he was finished conversing with the person but when he was done, he would find an excuse to leave as soon as possible. And every single time he did, he had this unpleasant expression on his face. It was the same one you saw the night you dropped the question on him, and you watched him slip away from you.

With Hyunjin practically gone from your life, you had more free time to hang out with Jay, but everytime you were with Jay on campus, you’d always catch Hyunjin staring at the two of you in your peripheral view, immediately looking away once eye contact was formed.

If you were going to be honest, you felt like shit. Were you seriously in the wrong for wanting to establish something? Wanting to make things official?

The first few days, you cried your eyes out, burying yourself in your blanket and feeling regretful for asking him in the first place. You constantly checked your phone for any notifications from him and reread your past chats to relive the past emotions. Once you even called him on accident, your face going cold but before you could drop the call, he had already rejected it.

Talk about brutal. 

When Hyunjn was gone from your life, your life became peaceful, but was it really peaceful when he intentionally did it without warning? You eventually accepted it, limiting the amount of times you open your chats with him and looking out for him in the hallways. 

3 weeks fly by, and you were so convinced that you’ve moved on from him - except you didn’t.

You tried finding the spark in other guys, like Jay, but your heart never melted for him the same way it did for Hyunjin. Your eyes never scanned the room for him like you did for Hyunjin, and you never checked your phone for his notifications like you did for Hyunjin. 

What made it worse was that even with Hyunjin avoiding you, he was always somehow around you. Always. 

In your favourite cafe whenever you were about to leave, you’d feel someone’s gaze on you and when you look up, you'd accidentally make eye contact with someone and it would've been him. He was definitely watching you the entire time you were there and you remained clueless about it.

Another time when you were eating lunch with Jay, you saw him at the corner of your eye, watching as he sucked his inner cheek and clenching his jaw. 

You felt so many emotions. You felt upset and humiliated because you realised you were being toyed with, longing because you missed his touch and also satisfaction from the way he seemed jealous whenever you were with someone else and that he was always watching you.

It was as if you won the game, having him wrapped around your fingers and following you around like a dog, watching your every move. No matter how much you were in love with him, you were satisfied that you were getting under his skin and getting a reaction out of it, you loved seeing him pissed. It was difficult, but it used up every muscle in you to not lose self-respect to contact him again, whether it was by approaching him in real life or texting him.

You were sitting in front of your mirror, the air conditioner on, windows shut and the room dimly lit as you do your skincare, your thoughts drifting to Hyunjin when you suddenly get a notification.

As you swiped up a fair amount of moisturiser from the container into your index and middle finger, you looked at the direction of where your phone was facing downwards and shrugged it off, thinking that the message can be attended to after your self-care session. You applied the cream on your face, ensuring that each area on your face had equal amounts of it when your phone ding-ed again.

And again.

You raised your eyebrows and rushed to spread the cream evenly on your face, curious to who could be messaging you at this time at night. You hurriedly wiped the remaining cream on your neck as you quickly picked your phone up. You were expecting a spam notification from one of those brands you forgot you subscribed to, or maybe a message from Jay or Jake, but it was one you were never expecting.

hwangjin ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ : hey im outside

hwangjin ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ : open the door 

Your eyes widened as your head shot forward in disbelief. You didn’t know if he was joking and was about to just turn your phone off until another one came in.

hwangjin ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ : please

Next thing you know, you swung your apartment door open to reveal a Hyunjin who was panting, probably from running, his leather jacket wrapped around his wide figure and you eyed him up and down, not believing the sight in front of you. You knew that you were going to see him again, but you never expected it to be at his own accord. Your jaw dropped slightly, your eyes scanning his entire figure.

“I’m cold, can I please go inside?”

Still slightly confused, you nodded your head slowly and moved aside, gesturing for him to go inside and he gave you a small smile, stepping in and you closed the door as he entered. You watched as he removed his shoes and placed it at the rack at the spot he usually places it.

Without looking back, he stepped into your living room as if he hadn't ignored your existence for  3 whole weeks.

You quickly followed behind him, watching his every move. It almost felt unreal that Hyunjin himself was in your living room, walking around. He set himself down on your couch, a loud sigh leaving him and he pursed his lips, looking up at you. Eye contact with Hyunjin wasn’t new, but with the thing of him ghosting you, you almost thought you were dreaming. You stared at him with your mouth slightly agape, your eyes not blinking even once as he chuckled.

“Why.. are you here?” you finally mutter out the question that confused you the most.

“I missed you,” he replied with no hesitation.

You were taken aback at how easily he could just show up at your place out of nowhere and just admit he misses you after ghosting your entire existence for a long period of time. 

“What the fuck?” you blurted out, features of disgust taking over you.

“Look, I know I ignored you, okay? But-” “Yeah, you better have known you fucking did.”

He sighed, looking down and leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees and hands clamped together before continuing, “I just needed time. Time for myself.”

“For what exactly?” you shook your head in disbelief.

“I don’t know, my head was just.. Kinda all over the place,” there was a moment of silence before he continued, “I’m here because I want to make it up to you.”

“I’m not forgiving you so easily, Hyunjin. You threw me away too easily for 3 whole weeks.” “You’re counting?” “Of course I am, dipshit!” you shot and he only shook his head, a playful smile on his face indicating he wasn’t taking you seriously.

“I know it won’t be easy, but just give me another chance, hmm?” he pleaded, his eyes lighting up as he looked up at you, flashing a small pout. 

You cross your arms, biting your lip as your mind gets flooded with so many thoughts. You wanted to forgive him, but you were afraid he was going to throw you away again. You wanted to shut him out, but you feel empty without him. “You can’t just leave and expect me to accept you into my life so easily,” you shot, feeling overwhelmed that you had to make a decision.

He stared at you in silence, so many thoughts behind his eyes before he suddenly held his hand up, “Let’s go on a walk”.

You tilted your neck, “Are you crazy?!’. You turned your head to look at the clock hanging near you, “It’s literally past midnight, Hyunjin!”.

“I know,” he replied, with no emotions in his voice. “I’ll bring you to eat your favourite,” he added.

“It’s cold outside,” you gave another excuse. He immediately unzipped his jacket, discarding it from his body and offered it to you. You shook your head in disbelief, “I just can’t-”.

“Please? Pretty sure your favourite cafe is still open, and I know a few photography spots if you wanna bring your camera along,” he asked again, his words so tempting. You sighed, not believing what you were going to say next, “Fine”.

That night, he brought you out to Chronos Brews, treated you to anything you wanted and you two eventually started to talk again, though you had your guard up.

You brought your camera and he really did bring you to a few photography spots that were amazing despite it being night time. You did this once.

And twice.

Thrice.

A fourth time wouldn’t hurt right?

He was now the one frequently messaging you, double-texting (sometimes even triple) and calling you at night just to hear your voice, and facetime you just to see your face. He even brought you flowers on a random occasion and you two went to school together, frequently heading to the photography club to chill together afterwards and hanging out afterwards. It was like how it was before, but you saw him even more frequently and you had no idea if it was a good or bad thing. But as long as your heart feels happy, right?

Frequently when you were with him, you’ve always felt a bit scared that he would just slip away again, part of you thinking it was because you asked the question but you tried to brush it off, thinking that you were just overreacting and that you should just be happy with whatever you have now. 

Everything is so perfect now, why ruin it because of your overthinking?

You laid in his bed, his arms wrapped around you as he gently caressed and patted your back, his touch making you feel sleepy. The past few days have been amazing. Hyunjin was now doing everything that a boyfriend would do - bringing you more flowers, playing songs on his guitar for you, calling you every night just because he wanted to hear your voice and see your face, acting intimate with you even in the public eye.

He surely seemed more serious about you, wanting to show everyone that you belonged only to him, glaring and threatening anyone else who showed signs that they wanted to hit on you or even befriend you. You looked up at him, the way his eyes were closed and his bangs were covering his eyebrows, looking so peaceful.

You could tell that he was gradually falling asleep from how his hand movements got slower and weaker, and you only stared at his features, softly giggling to yourself about how cute he looked. His chest rose up and down slowly, his body completely relaxed with you in his arms and you could only wish that you and him could stay like this forever.

Sitting on his couch, your eyes were glued to his bare back as he stood at his kitchen sink, washing the dishes after you and him had eaten dinner together. You softly smiled, feeling comforted by his presence, finally feeling like he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“Hyun,” you softly called out, and he hummed in response, his head slightly turning over his shoulder as he continued to wash the dishes.

“Come here, quick,” you pleaded, wanted to feel his warmth again and he chuckles, nodding his head but not sparing a glance at you. You observed as he finished washing the dishes, placing the plates on the drying rack and washing his hands before he turned his back, eyes forming eye contact and he approached you with a small grin on his face.

He sat himself beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you to his chest, “Miss me that much?”. You giggled and nodded your head, ruffling your head into his neck. 

“Hyun,” you softly called out, your heart starting to beat faster as you mustered up courage to shoot the question again.

You continued, “Can I ask you a question?”. He hummed, caressing your shoulder with his thumb, and you shot your gaze at him, looking at him with doe eyes. 

“What is it, Y/N?” he smiled down at you, his eyes filled with affection. Looking at how comfortable he was, it warmed up your heart and made your chest feel fuzzy, butterflies filling your stomach and you couldn’t help but feel that your feelings were being properly reciprocated. 

“Promise me you won’t get mad?” you asked, suddenly feeling hesitant. You had faith that he wouldn’t get angry anymore from how much the two of you have been bonding the past few weeks, but you still felt dubious since you remember how fast he switched up the last time you asked him the question. You were afraid he was going to slip away again, but you were hoping that this time he’d react differently.

“As long as it’s not that one dumbass question, I won’t,” he chuckled and your heart instantly dropped. Your smile started to fade and you blinked at him in confusion,

“What ‘dumbass’ question are you.. Referring to?”.

“That stupid ‘what are we’ question or whatever you asked last time,” he spoke, the smile on his face remaining which caused your heart to shatter. Even after all this time with you, he still didn’t want to establish anything and even called the question ‘stupid’.

You immediately pulled away from him, features of hurt on your face as it was now his turn to be confused, the warmth he felt from you slowly disappearing. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and the way he was so clueless made you feel so irritated, “Oh..” he now understood your reaction, “Don’t tell me you were going to ask that shit again..”.

“I don’t see what’s so ‘stupid’ about it, Hyunjin” you spat out, frowning your eyebrows as you felt a knife stab your heart.

“No-” he seemed flabbergasted by your response and scoffed, “I don’t see what’s so important about knowing what we are, Y/N,” his words twisted the knife in your heart, and you clenched your fists, your fingers turning paper white from how tightly you were clenching them, “Can’t we just be happy as we are? Don’t you think it’s fun?”

“It’s not fucking fun, Hyunjin!” you snapped, and his eyes widened, taken aback that you raised your voice at him. He stared at you, his jaw dropped and his eyes darkened, his eyes expressing how infuriated he felt.  You continued, “I’m worried every single fucking day that you’re going to just suddenly slip away one day, Hyun,” you bit your lip and your voice started to crack, “Why don’t you want the same thing? After everything?”.

He took a deep breath and turned away for a second, huffing air afterwards and causing his bangs to fly up. “Do you realise how much of a clingy, annoying bitch you sound right now?!” he yelled, causing you to flinch. Your eyes widened as you realised what he said, bewildered that he could say such degrading words to you. You both stared at each other, the weight of the air being heavy and the knife in your heart twisting even more now.

“Clingy.. Annoying.. Bitch?” you repeated, your voice soft and in disbelief as you still needed to process what he said to you.

“I thought you were different, Y/N, it was more fun when you weren’t worried about all these shitty things,” he continued, and you shook your head. “Since I’m not so fucking different, then I can just walk out right now, can’t I?” you stood up from the couch, your body still fully facing him as you kept your guard up in case he tried to do anything to you. 

“Fuck, just go! I don’t give a fuck!” he yelled and you could feel tears forming in your eyes, but you weren’t crying. Not right now, not in front of him. You weren’t going to let a dick break your heart and make you feel sad. You flashed him a hurt expression and almost in a snap, his facial expression softened, “Wait- Y/N- I didn’t mean tha-”

“I’ll go since you want me gone so bad,” you stormed to his room to take the bag that was laying on the floor, looking around to ensure you left nothing behind. He quickly followed behind you, trying to get you to look at him, “Y/N, please look at me”.

You ignored all his pleads, not even sparing him a glance as you walked past him out of his room, already heading straight for the door. He grabbed your wrist and you stopped moving, “Please, I didn’t mean that Y/N and you know that”.

You flicked his hand away from your wrist, turning your body to look at him, tears already breaking free from your eyes as you shouted, “I’m fucking sick of being treated just as one of your toys! I’m done Hyun, I don’t wanna see you anymore!”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean it-”

“I’m done. I’m done with.. whatever we have!”

You turned your back to him, heading straight for the door. This was the moment you’d never thought you’d be experiencing so soon. You were so afraid of the day that this was going to happen, and now that it happened, you had no idea how to feel. You opened his front door and looked at him one more time before stepping out and slamming the door shut. 

The day you left, he tried to contact you multiple times, whether it was call, text, going to your house, approaching you in school, but you brushed him away every single time. You didn't want to deal with his bullshit anymore, but he wanted you to let you understand his perspective. The last time you saw him, he mentioned a time, date and location. You had the choice to go, but you didn't know if you were going to meet him. You didn't know if you were ready or if it was worth hearing it.

That day eventually came, and you were just hugging your pillow, all cozy in your bed. Your phone vibrated and you lazily rolled over your bed to pick it up and see what notification you received. Your heart aching when you realised it was from him, a feeling you were so familiar with.

hwangjin : hey

hwangjin : you remember we're meeting up right?

You knew that if you went, it could possibly be the end of everything. A part of you was so afraid of what he was going to say. You were about to turn off your phone until more notifications came in.

hwangjin ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ : i'm really sorry, okay?

hwangjin ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ : i really hope you come

hwangjin ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ : give me a chance to explain myself

hwangjin ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ : okay?

You received another notification which broke your train of thought.

Weather Alert: 🌧️ Heavy Rain Expected! 🌧️ Get ready for showers! Rain is expected to start within the next hour and continue throughout the evening. Make sure to carry an umbrella and stay safe.

"Y/N!" the familiar voice called out to you, and you scanned around the cafe until you spotted the figure that was aggressively waving his hands and looking at you.

You sighed at the sight of him, not looking forward to the conversation you two are going to have. You took your time to walk to him, dragging the chair opposite of him and sitting yourself down, his eyes locked onto you and watching your every move.

You set your eyes on the table, realising how all your favourite items from the menu were nicely set down and you looked up at him, noticing his guilty expression.

"I.. bought your favourite!" His voice sounded nervous, and you looked at the classic New York cheesecake that was served on a nice small rounded plate, accompanied by the usual passion yoghurt smoothie that was packaged in a plastic cup, a small amount of whipping cream overflowing from the hole of the dome lid.

You raised your eyebrows at him, praying that whatever explanation he had would be convincing enough and make your anger for him perish.

You pick up the small fork that was resting on the plate and stab the cake, putting the cake to your mouth and chewing. You didn't say a single word, you wanted him to do all the talking so you could evaluate to see if he was even being serious about wanting to clear up the misunderstandings you both shared.

You savored the sweet taste that filled your taste buds as you continued to eat on the cake, patiently waiting for him to speak up.

"Y/N..." your eyes travelled to his, raising your eyebrows as you anticipated what he was going to say. "I love you."

You dropped your fork to the floor, creating a loud metallic sound across the entire cafe. You received glances from other people, but they quickly went back to their business. You blinked at Hyunjin in disbelief to what he had just confessed, and your mind that was overflowing with thoughts suddenly cleared up.

His confession didn't particularly make you feel overjoyed, just shocked. You'd be lying if you said you would have expected this.

"You.. love me?" you blurted out, still feeling taken aback by his sudden confession when you were expecting him to do anything else, like apologise or whatever.

"Yes. Yes I do," his voice sounded serious. You were never expecting the day that Hyunjin, your situationship, was going to be direct with his feelings and not fucking around.

"How so?" you shot out, curious as to his reasons on why he 'loves' you. A soft thunder accompanied your question, adding more suspense to the situation.

He looked slightly taken aback by your sudden question before he cleared his throat and looked around, blood rushing to the tips of his ears and a hint of pink flashing.

"I.. love the way you look so gorgeous" he hesitated, but he looked relieved after mustering up the courage to voice it out. You didn't feel satisfied one bit. You only felt annoyed at his answer, scoffing upon hearing it. "Okayyy? That's all?".

He seemed slightly puzzled as to how the first reason wasn't sufficient, but he cleared his throat and continued, "I like the way you kiss me.. hug me..". You rolled your eyes, not feeling a pinch of sincerity in his words and you sat back, folding your arms.

"Are you serious right now?" you scowled. Even a kid in elementary school could show more sincerity than Hyunjin, and this thought made you just want to slap him and leave him.

"Why wouldn't I be, Y/N?" he asked, giving you the puppy eyes before you roll your eyes once more, the annoyed feeling slowly turning into irritation. You spat out, "Let's be serious, Hyunjin. You're only with me for fun". A louder thunder was followed by your words, the sound of rain dropping commencing.

His facial expression immediately showed that he felt offended, and he defended himself, "If I was only with you for fun, I wouldn't be thinking about you every fucking second!".

'Now that's what I'm talking about.' you thought.

He continued to rambled on, "I wouldn't be imagining you while messing around with other people, or—"

"Okay, so what are we?"

He fell silent but he continued to stare at you, noticing the grimace on your face. He finally spoke up after a while, "We're friends".

'Ouch,' you thought.

"So we're friends that hug, kiss and get jealous over each other?" you contradicted his statement, your tone filled with sarcasm.

"Friends with benefits?" he stated, almost sounding confused and it made you want to scream at him.

"No.." you stood up from your chair, taking your belongings and he mirrors your actions, immediately standing up and panicking and feeling puzzled as to why you were preparing to leave. "Y/N—"

"No. I don't want to do this anymore." you stated, tears slowly forming in your eyes as you shot a glare at Hyunjin. He bit his lips and seemed unsure of what to do, and this sight of him broke your heart even more.

You picked up your bag, storming out and upon opening the front door of the cafe, you soon realised that it was pouring heavily, but it was the least of your concerns. You stepped out into the rain, feeling the cold water hit your skin and you shivered at the contrast in temperatures from inside and outside of the cafe.

You heard a voice behind you, "Wait, please!". You knew it was him, and it took every part of you to just not turn around and just continue walking, but you were forced to a stop when he gripped your wrist tightly to prevent you from walking even further. "Please.. can we just please talk?".

"I'm just.. so fucking confused! What the hell are we?!" you cried out, throwing his hand and turning your body to him, your tears continuously running down your cheeks but blending with the raindrops that fell onto your face. Your face wrinkled up, feeling so furious yet the emptiness in your heart yearning so much for Hyunjin.

Hyunjin's gaze softened at you, his eyes showing remorse as he cupped your cheeks, pecking your forehead before resting his forehead on yours. You continued, "I don't see a point in this, you already stated clearly that we're just friends with benefits, you don't want a label, but that's exactly what I want, Hyunjin".

"You love me, and I love you, so I don't see why it's so hard to—" you rambled on but your words were quickly put to a stop when he placed his lips on yours. Your hands immediately snaked up to his scalp, grabbing his hair while he cupped your cheeks, pulling your face closer to him. The kiss was slow and intimate, and it was almost like all your problems and misunderstanding vanished in one second.

The rain continued to pour, both of your bodies getting increasingly drenched but it was a problem that didn't bother you and Hyunjin. The warmth that was filling your bodies was sufficient, and the burning desire for each other only brought the two of you closer.

He tilted his neck in desperation to gain more access to you. He softly nibbled on your bottom lip, silently asking for permission for you to open your mouth, and without any reluctance, you opened your mouth.

Your tongue is immediately met with his, and they are swirling against each other. He took this chance to explore your mouth, your heart slowly melting at the passionate kiss. Blood rushed to your faces, both of your faces being a bright red as you both were desperate to sate your desires for each other.

It was obvious, you two were made for each other. Regardless if there was a label or not, you both always ran back into each other.

He softly pulled away, his eyes locked onto yours as he beamed at you. You returned an annoyed smile, and you ran your hand through his dripping hair, slicking it back.

"Please just tell me, I don't want to just be your 'maybe', Hyun," you stared into him, your gaze intense.

"For all I know, you aren't just a 'maybe', Y/N," he replied.

There were a few moments of silence before he continued, "I'm scared, Y/N, I really am," he tucked a hair that stuck to your face behind your ear, the raindrops never stopping to drench your bodies, "But I wanna figure it out with you, please".

You shook your head, not feeling completely satisfied but you were feeling happy that he was honest. He finally opened up to you, and you felt like it was a big improvement.

You two stared at each other for a moment, and you chuckled at the sight of him, warmth filling your heart as you felt like everything had changed. Realising that you were chuckling at him, he stuck his tongue out at you, and pecking your cheek afterwards, holding you oh-so-gently.

"Don't hurt me again," you said, but it came out as a raspy whisper and he slowly nodded.

"Of course," he replied. "I love you," he blurted out and it caught you off-guard, but you quickly composed yourself and chuckled at him, squeezing his cheek, "You're so adorable, you know?".

"Don't tease me, god,"

"I love you too," you replied. "I know you do"

And he pulled you into another kiss.

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His daughter! (Sully family x Reader) Part 4!

reminder to PLEASE give feedback either in the comments or inbox :) ALSO you should really read my rant at the end of the story after the “!🎀!” It gives more details to the story that you may not have noticed :)

The pair continued their relationship as though nothing was said to Y/n about it. As a matter of fact Y/n wanted to put all the words her dad said in the back of her mind but she knew she’d have to tell Ao’nung…she just didn’t know how or who to ask for advice. That’s when Ronal came in.

Y/n walked into the Maui extremely nervous, she had been coming in weekly to learn more about their culture and healing methods from Ronal. However this time was different, Y/n couldn’t hold in the secret anymore. She felt sick to her stomach about it and it only wrecked her even more when Ronal kept bringing their relationship up…

“So..How are you and Ao’nung? Getting along quite well I see!”

“Yes! We have been..”

Y/n smiled slightly which immediately set off a ringer in Ronal’s mind. The smile that Ronal grew to know so well felt tired and fake. You can only assume it was a Mother’s instinct because Ronal could feel the stress and worry radiate off of the young child’s body, she knew something was wrong. In the beginning of Y/n’s arrival Ronal must admit she didn’t like the idea of the relationship but Y/n was quite easy to love. In many ways Ronal felt protective over Y/n and Lo’ak the longer they had stayed over or showed their love for her kids..she found it beautiful. So Ronal felt comfortable to simply ask whatever question she pleased…

“Something’s wrong. I can feel your stress, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing just..just tired.”

“mmh if I knew better I’d think you’re lying.”

Y/n didn’t know how to respond she stayed quiet and Ronal let her eat her guilt up. Ronal knew that if she let the silence remain eventually Y/n will confide with her.

“…I am.”

“What is it Y/n?”

“I must admit I have fallen to love your son beyond measure..but I’m so frustrated.”

“Oh I have known about that for the longest, but frustrated? Why?”

“Please keep this between us..but my father refutes the idea of us even being together. We got into an argument. We always do except this time he requested me to stop seeing him outside of our usual practices. I couldn’t handle it so I fought back, I fought back for at least some control, some aspect of my life.”

Ronal stood in silence as the girl struggled to push back through her cracked voice and heavy heart. It was easy to see that Y/n quite literally had it all without having anything to call hers. For the first time Ronal’s speculation had been confirmed, Y/n truly was trapped in a bubble of her fathers consciousness. To say that Ronal was upset was an understatement, she was infuriated. How could Jake not like her child? How could he ask- no demand Y/n to stop speaking to him? He should be grateful for all they’ve done for him, for them. regardless, Ronal knew not to think of it that way. Because at the end of the day her children found love that they so desperately deserved.

“I am sorry Y/n..I understand I won’t make a change to your heavy heart but I ask you to please not run away from something you deserve.”

“…of course not. I could never.”

“good.”

That’s how the conversation ended, they continued to practice and learn but the both of them had uneven tension in their hearts..once it ended Y/n quickly said her goodbyes and ran over to meet Ao’nung once again.

There the couple laid in a hidden cave they considered their own. Holding each others hand, touching and loving each other, secure in the knowledge that they would never let go. All Ao’nung could think about when he looked at Y/n and the way she perceived life and took all the beauty of it to channel through herself, was the way he loved her. He loved how silly she was, how contagious her laugh was, her love for the environment and Eywas creations. Nothing made him more shy than seeing her rush to do chores with her hair pinned up as she cleaned, in a complete rush to see him. He can’t even forget how much of a daredevil she could be, always willing to challenge him to try something new. He loved her dearly..

It was up until the moment he arrived home and overheard a conversation between his mother and father that for the first time he got mad at Y/n..

“Can you believe it? We give him and his family a home and he still decides to keep his daughter on a chain? He can’t even give us the decency of respect to allow his daughter to see my son!”

“Ronal please..we will figure this out soon but this should not worry you. Y/n is practically a women, she will do as she pleases-“

“Except she’s not! Not in their eyes, she’s not a grown woman yet. That means that Jake will continue to do whatever he pleases to keep himself content-“

“Just because he requested no relationship with Ao’nung doesn’t mean she’ll listen. They’re just kids. That Jake doesn’t understand that regardless of what he says Y/n no longer bothers to care!”

“You should’ve heard her Tonowari…she was so distraught. It sounded like her heart was being torn in two. I don’t know what she’ll do..but she hasn’t told Ao’nung. She seemed like she refused to tell him, to scared to hurt him-“

“Yes but that’s her decision. She will do as she pleases. I understand that’s her father and yes he is wrong but if she does listen to him, so be it. Ao’nung will get over it, he always does.”

“No Tonowari this is different. I can feel it. I just can’t allow her to drop him because of what he father demands.”

“Well we need to drop it. She’ll figure it out and soon enough we’ll know on their own accord. We should head to bed my love.”

That night Ao’nung went to bed extremely frustrated at Y/n for never confiding in him about the situation. It felt as though she was simply playing with his heart and testing to see how far she was able to go before she could break things off. So the next morning he didn’t even go looking for her instead waiting for her to come to him…

Ao’nung had been working on the shore with a couple of his friends not even rushing to get his chores done so he could see Y/n. That was until a familiar sweet voice came looking for him..

“Ao’nung! You’re not done? How come they gave you more to do than usual?”

“I don’t know we’ll talk later.”

Normally Y/n wouldn’t think about it much but the way Aonung’s tone was and the way he dismissed her did not sit well with Y/n.

“..ok.? Come meet me when your done then.”

“Yea sure whatever.”

Y/n looked at him with hurt and frustration in her eyes, she felt as though he didn’t care to speak with her or acknowledge her so she walked about without saying a thing. She felt embarrassed and ashamed to had even gone looking for him..as she walked away she heard even more issues to worry about

“Woah! Trouble in paradise?”

“Shut up! She’ll hear you-“

“Just saying! I mean you always rush out of here-“

“Just shut up I don’t want to hear it!”

Had Ao’nung found out what was discussed between her and his mother yesterday? Was he unforgiving to her now that he knows? Y/n didn’t find out the issue and instead had to go searching for him again. Yes, despite her pridefulness she wouldn’t ever dear to fall asleep mad at him.

“Ao’nung!”

There he was, walking home across the sandy beach without a care in the world or at least that’s what Y/n thought. He had stopped for a moment and that’s all Y/n needed for her to catch up to him and pull him to the side.

“Whats wrong?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“Ao’nung please stop it, I know something’s wrong. I just wish you would talk or open up to me a little more. You were off this entire day, you never go without speaking to me.”

“How about you Y/n?! You never even thought to tell me about your father!”

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise at his raised voice but with complete understanding of why. However this wasn’t the way to go about it..at least not for her.

“I did want to tell you! I was going to tell you, I just didn’t know how.”

“Yea and you told my mother?!”

“Because she asked me! I couldn’t lie!”

“Well I wish you had!”

“I didn’t mean to-“

“But you did! You did Y/n! And you didn’t even care to tell me later on either!”

“Ao’nung im Sorry! Yes it bothered me but it doesn’t change anything!”

“What do you mean? Your father hates me-“

“He doesn’t-“

“But he does. He doesn’t want me to ever be with you so much that you argued over me.”

“We always argue-“

“That doesn’t change anything Y/n. He told you not to see me more than friends anymore and you allowed this to continue knowing I love you.”

They stared at each other in silence both with tears. Ao’nung was so upset that he couldn’t even bare to acknowledge what he had just confessed and Y/n was too bottled up in her own head about the situation at hand.

“Well that’s because I love you too! So what if he doesn’t want me to be with you? I don’t care! Ok? I don’t and if you don’t want to fight for that fine.”

“Fine.”

Ao’nung couldn’t admit it but it wasn’t fine…but the moment he saw Y/n stand up to walk away he ran as though she was taking his heart with her.

Y/n ran off to the deck calling for an ilu to take her completely out of sight and far away from Ao’nung. When it had just arrived Ao’nung caught her.

“Get off the ilu.”

“No.”

“Get off the ilu.”

“No. And I don’t appreciate being ordered.”

“Get off the ilu Y/n.”

“Why so you can argue with me?”

“Get off the damn ilu Y/n!”

“No, I am leaving. You can talk to me when you are calm but Ao’nung let this be said, you will not disrespect or raise your voice at me.”

“Y/n I have every right-“

“No! You said you were fine with us not speaking anymore so be it! I’m fine with it too!”

Ao’nung absolutely can see straight through the emotional white lie because Y/n voice had cracked and her eyes had watered once again.

“Y/n please. Stop.”

“No! I’m upset! I’m upset at you for not understanding! I didn’t try to lie or hold a secret in! I was going to tell you I just didn’t know how. It didn’t even matter-“

“Stop. It did matter because it made you upset.”

“Well then I’ll deal with it on my own-“

“No Y/n. That’s for us to fix, not for you to decide on your own.”

“Ao’nung please. My father would never allow me to be with you, not yet. Can we just agree to be a secret for a little bit longer please. You are all I have, you are all I get to enjoy to myself.”

“Y/n you should understand you are asking a lot.”

“I know but please. I just want this part of my life for myself..”

“Forever-“

“No! I want to be able to show you off proudly but not right now please. My father wouldn’t allow it. He just needs to see you more ok? In a better light.”

“Better light? Y/n please.”

“Im serious. If he got to see you more from my point of view he’d be fine, just promise not to get into any trouble with the boys and we should be ok.”

“Im am future leader of the clan Y/n I think im ok.”

“I know but we were once future leaders too so that role doesn’t hold much to him anymore. please Ao’nung don’t be upset and be patient with me.”

“Ok..I will be.”

“…promise?”

“promise.”

“ok! Now stop being so grumpy!”

That’s when Ao’nung was yanked into the ocean and the two shared a kiss once more eager to stay out a little bit longer before they went home…

For awhile Jake hadn’t said anything and everyone went by as normal that week except one night Y/n decided to pass on hanging out with Ao’nung declaring that she had felt too ill to go out and insisted he went out to have fun without her while she slept. So Ao’nung had took that chance.

As teens normally would however, Ao’nung had slipped his hands onto a fruit that navi adults would use to get a little tipsy..or fully drunk. In Ao’nungs case he got drunk, and he allowed his thoughts to cloud him as he sat with his friends.

*Ao’nung’s thoughts*

..he doesn’t think im good enough for her and she doesn’t either..how could I ever be a good leader when they doubt me..?..

Whatever he was thinking got him pulled out of it, he had trashed a Maui with his friends, knocked out and was found by Tonowari. Yes, they were teenagers and considered older but under Tonowari’s authority this behavior wasn’t allowed so he scolded him. In. Front. Of. Everyone….including Jake.

Jake had overheard it and rolled his eyes at the foolishness, how could his daughter be with someone just as childish as her. Y/n watched the disappointment in his face as he listened and he gave her a know it all face in return, practically telling her “I told you so”. y/n couldn’t stand it, she asked Ao’nung for one thing. All she asked was for him not to get into any trouble and to be patient but he couldn’t keep his promise..it had been hours till Y/n would be approached by Ao’nung..

To say she was upset was an understatement. She was beyond frustrated with him.

“Y/n cmon let’s go out.”

He had tugged on her arm in an effort to pull her his way but she didn’t budge.

“No. What do you want?”

Ao’nung absolutely didn’t like that response as a matter a fact he didn’t even like the tone or attitude in her voice.

“Ok..we’re not doing this. Sit down.”

“No im working on something for your mother. Leave me alone.”

“Sit down Y/n.”

“Sitting down is not happening! So what do you want?”

“You.”

“Goodbye future ‘Olo’eyktan’. Leave.”

Y/n knew this would push his buttons, but she wanted it to. It should’ve bothered him that he was supposed to have his act together by now and that it’s ok for him to get drunk but not act like a fool! He was the future leader after all, that’s all they’ve ever trained him for and he still can’t show up for himself.

“Oh come on!”

“You do not summon me!”

“You do not get to push me out!”

“I am done. Ao’nung your father threatened you this morning! I heard it! Everyone heard it! Including my father.”

“Y/n it means nothing-“

“Nothing? You call him threatening to take your leadership nothing? Ao’nung I understand it may have seemed harmless in the moment but that is not how you act as future leader.”

“Oh so now you’re trying to control me?”

“Control? Of course not. I’m trying to help you and hold you accountable just as you would to me-“

“Well I wouldn’t! I wouldn’t if I knew it bothered you and you had enough on your plate.”

“Ao’nung please, you and I both know you would push for me to do better. And That’s all I’m doing for you.”

The couples hushed whispers got slightly louder as the conversation continued..

“Well that’s not what it feels like Y/n.”

“Ao’nung, im asking you to get better for yourself-“

“Is it that or is it the fact that you want your father to love me dearly the way you want him to, NEED him to-“

“Shh no-“

“Don’t shush me-“

“I can and I will. You’re being mean, stop it.”

Ao’nung sighed and reached out to hold onto Y/n’s waist in front of him,understanding that she still wasnt at her highest level of frustration with him.

“Ao’nung understand when I say I need you to do what you need to do to be good, to be great, to love what you do. I want that for you. You do what you need to do so I can do what I need to do.”

“You don’t think that this isn’t harder on me than it is you? You don’t think that I don’t want to dedicate myself to being the future leader? You don’t think that I want to be honorable enough to be the man that is going to be controlling this clan that might I add WILL protect you? I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Y/n fought every being in her body to give into Ao’nung right then and there instead she simply held the hand he laid on her waist and acknowledged his feelings with a small..

“..i love you too. I know that you’re trying but what you did today was not ok.”

“I understand and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that your dad had to see it.”

“My dad is not the issue-“

“Y/n, I know he was part of it. I know he probably gave you a look that got you so upset because he told you so.”

“…”

“Exactly.”

“Fine, I was slightly frustrated at that-“

“Told you so!”

“Ao’nunggggg stop it!”

The two laughed at the moment and stood in silence as Y/n continued to do the work she was instructed to do..everything was peaceful..

!🎀!

hey guyssss I really wanted to emphasize on drama and emotion this chapter . Reminder that these are two teens who are trying to navigate how to even go about being together because there are so many issues in the way with Ao’nung training, Y/n adapting and their parents.

I wanted to add in more arguments to make it slightly more realistic THEY ARE YOUNG TEENS ALMOSTTT YOUNG ADULTS so they obviously can’t be perfect 🙏 btw do you guys notice how much Ao’nung knows Y/n! He knew that she wasn’t only upset about him getting in trouble but more so upset that Jake had to see. He understood her different levels of frustration and he touched her knowing that she’d still melt to it because she wasn’t totally upset at him just disappointed. He also isn’t one to turn away from confrontation, he does well at communication with Y/n and he knows exactly how to get her to come to him and open up! 💕

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[leeknowlover99]

Thank you so much. This was interesting but sad at the time. May I also request what would married life be like with Enhypen?

sorry it took a while but it was a bit difficult for me to imagine them in marriage as they are still so young, i hope you still enjoy it nevertheless

Married life with enhypen

warnings: none - lots of fluff and tiny bit of angst

Heesung

I think you and Heesung would be the same little lovebirds during marriage as during dating, forever in that honeymoon stage. being all other each other all the time and flirting constantly. you would be that couple that makes others believe in love when they look at you.

Hee would love to brag how amazing his wife is to everyone and post you every chance he gets. you doing the same.

you would go out often for fun dates or hang out with your friends. the nights you spent together at home you would play video games or watch movies and cuddle.

from time to time you would try to cook or bake something but since neither of you is good at it you would order takeout most of the time.

you would argue sometimes, but it would be mostly arguments about small unimportant things, quickly being forgotten after you make up ;)

Jay

Jay would be literally the best husband ever. always taking care and protecting you. true husband goals.

he would be very domestic. he would cook fancy dinners for you so you can enjoy cozy dates at home, drinking wine and talking about your day.

then you would sit on the coach watching netflix and he would rub your feet. you would massage his shoulders in return. he would love taking baths with you and cuddling after.

you would still go out for dates but not as often as in the dating stage. he would be big on summer trips and weekend getaways though. always making sure to capture great pictures of you wherever you go.

in public he wouldn’t be very affectionate but he would always make sure that people know you’re his wife, he’s so proud to be with you. he would make an effort to have a good relationship with your family and friends, and expect you to do that for him too.

Jake

Jake would be a very loving and supportive husband. always by your side, very protective, similar to Jay I would say.

he would definitely become more domestic during marriage, but i believe he would still love to go out and party a lot, finding new fun ways you can spend time together.

your family would absolutely love him, your mom calling him her son and dad always inviting you over. he would be an absolutely sweetheart.

i also believe he would love to raise a pet with you, most likely a dog. i see you as super enthusiastic dog parents, treating him almost like your own child.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon and you would definitely look like a perfect marriage. still going on cute dates and having that lovey eyes when you look at each other. Sunghoon would always urge to wear matching outfits and you would love to take pictures together.

i see you as a couple who would often have deep conversation late at night, opening up only to each other and relying on their spouse a lot. but also both of you needing your own space and being comfortable with giving it to each other.

you would argue sometimes as Sunghoon could be annoying at times, but finally you would always find a way to make up.

Jungwon

Jungwon and you would have a very private marriage. not many people around knowing the details and dynamic between you. but you would complete each other very well.

i think similar as with Sunghoon you and Jungwon would rely on each other a lot, opening up only to their partner.

i think Jungwon would be the sweetest husband, always feeling bad for not having enough time for his wife he tries to compensate it with cute little gifts and taking you to surprise dates.

he would also love spending time together at home or just being close to each other when you do your own things. he would love to bake with you. in public he wouldn’t be very affectionate but in private setting he would be constantly looking for kisses and hugs.

he would always talk about you, not even realizing it. everyone would knew he’s so in love with his wife.

Sunoo

you and Sunoo would be like two best friends who are in love and got married. you would be inseparable, always together, talking, texting, laughing together. you could never get enough of being together even after a long time.

i think you would go out more than spend your time at home, always having tone of fun ideas to do lists to check out. you would enjoy teasing or play fighting sometimes.

you would always take tons of pictures together and have the diy photo wall at home. always visiting photo booths when you go out.

you would be that couple that judges and gossips about everyone - but not in a mean way. you would have a positive energy to it.

Niki

you and Niki would be the cool marriage. especially around others, they would always admire you, both of you laid back and funny in a group setting but still having heart eyes for each other. you would always bring the best vibes.

in general you would be more private about your relationship but you would not spend that much time at home. you would both enjoy spending time actively and seeking new passions you could pursue together.

you would rely on each other a lot, but i think deep conversation wouldn’t happen often as it wouldn’t been easy for him to open up. however he would be your number one supporter and you would always feel safe with him.

you would argue sometimes, but after giving each other time to cool off you would always be able to talk it out and learn how to be better for each other.

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[moonbyulsstuff]

Hello! Can I request some Kwak Jihan dating headcannons? He is such a mixture of Gun's scars and Zack's hairstyle, I actually like him. Lol 😆 Also, maybe Jake, too? Like dating headcannons for both of them? I'm not sure if you have written for Jake, so if you have, I'm sorry!

Dating Them Headcanons: Jake Kim and Kwak Jihan (Separate)

GN Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

Jake Kim:

This man would be the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Like literally the sweetest, to the point it would give you diabetes because of how sweet he would be.

Whenever you were talking about something, he would be there sitting, listening to you ramble off.

He likes hearing your voice.

Jake also like to lay his head down on your lap and having your hands caress through his hair.

He likes kissing your cheek and forehead.

And whenever you two go out, his arm is either around your arm, waist or shoulder.

Since you are Jake significant other, Big Deal is very protective of you.

Protecting everywhere you go.

Waving the people who dare to flirt with you.

Jake would like to tease you, like a lot.

He really likes to see your face, red from all the teasing that he did.

Whenever your anniversary comes around, he has trouble finding you a gift.

He stuck between all the items that he want to give to you for your anniversary.

Which ended up asking Jerry and the others about it which lead to the members having an argument.

Which ended up him gifting you some flowers and chocolates and not getting the stuff that he was undecided with.

Whenever you two argue, he doesn't want to raise his voice. It just goes deep, obviously frustrated but didn't want to scare you.

When he's in the wrong, he will apologize immediately. Jake doesn't like going to sleep knowing you are in pain.

But if you were in the wrong, he would wait for you. Knowing you don't want to see anyone if you were in a hot mess, and eventually you will come and apologize to him.

But if both of you are in the wrong, the two of you will give each other some space before one of you or both of you apologize to each other.

Since the moment you two were dating, Jake always had a nagging inside of his brain.

And that was basically you leaving him, this man life had been revolved around gangsters and fighting.

He knew your life would be in danger, he genuinely doesn't want you to be in danger because of him.

He would never forgive himself because of that.

Jake thought he didn't deserve you, you were so pure in a world of danger and dirt.

He had thoughts of breaking up with you for your safety, but you always had reassured him that you were fine.

As long as he came back, safe and sound. You didn't mind.

It brought Jake into tears after that, you held him in your arms as you comforted him throughout the entire night.

Kwak Jihan:

Jihan... would be kind of one of those asshole boyfriend.

Like he would be mean to the others but he's bit less mean when it comes to you.

His words are less harsh and doesn't mind getting scolded by you.

So I guess, he's a bad boy with a soft heart.

Just like with Jake, he really likes teasing you, way more than Jake does.

The reason for it was just the same for Jake, he really likes seeing your flushed face.

Jibeom and Jicheong really likes you, they approved of you when Jihan took you to meet his family. Heck, they even think you ere too good for Jihan.

Heck, Jibeom sometimes jokes that he might steal you from him.

Which basically earned a punch from Jihan.

Jihan just loves to cuddle with you, having you in his arms or being wrapped by you as you two lay down and talked about life.

He will always ask you to massage him, his back and especially his arms.

He likes to fluster you by always being shirtless whenever you two were alone at his house or at your house.

And he knows your admiring his muscles, so whenever he has the chance. he would flex his muscles at an angle where you can clearly see him.

Jihan would smirk and chuckled to himself after seeing your red face.

Whenever you two got into an argument, he would screaming at you.

But not the right in front of your face, just kinda far away from you.

If he was in the wrong, it would take long for him to apologize because of his pride which ends up Jicheong scolding him and telling him that he's an asshole for doing so.

He would tell him because of how much an idiot he was in, and next thing you would know, Jihan is on his knees apologizing to you.

But if you were the one at fault, Jihan would wait and if it has been too long. Jihan would come knocking on your door, wanting to talk to you.

But if both of you were at fault, then... it would usually you who's going to end up coming to him first and him apologizing second.

Cause, like I said. He has a high pride.

Jihan is very overprotective of you, if someone ever messes with you.

You better bet JIhan is beating their ass right now but if they were a girl. He would tremendously insult them until they are crying.

If you were upset, Jihan would cuddle you up and watch some movies with you.

But sometimes his mind would end up thinking about something that your guardian/parent had said to him, when he first met them.

"You will only cause nothing but trouble to them."

It was obvious that your guardian/parents had not approved of him.

But he can't help think it was true, he was going to follow his father's footstep.

But Jihan knew, to be the man you deserve. He should be better and act as a decent human to you.

And give you the life that you needed.

[samcatcher]

When in London.

chapter 8. masterpost

To make up for his absence yesterday, when we were supposed to do something nice for the day, Jean woke me up with a cup of tea and a tender kiss. That’s how I knew he wasn’t mad anymore, I decided not to bring it up. It’s not like he would have much to say.

After I thanked him with a smile, I went downstairs to try and see how Sam was doing. Yet, he wasn’t there, neither was Danny.

-They’ve gone out with Jake and Josh, some sort of LGBTQ+ charity event, they’re playing there and Josh is doing an interview I think.- Amelia said from behind me.

-Oh okay.- I simply replied. Amelia gestured for me to sit down as she passed me and sat on the living room sofa, littered with Sam’s blankets that he never puts away.

-So, I met Jean, I also heard an argument last night. What’s going on?- Amelia asked, concerned.

-Ami I don’t know what to do. Sam is literally in love with me. He has been since he met me at that party apparently. I thought he was just ‘nice.’ I thought that I could have a new friend but now I feel betrayed. He wasn’t being nice for the sake of it, he wanted to win me over. I just feel so stupid.- I blurted quickly. Amelia stayed staring, she knew I had more to say.

I walked over to the living room door and closed it, so Jean didn’t hear.

-But at the same time, sometimes I wish that Jean never existed. So I could sneak along the corridor with Sam. It feels like he just knows me, more that Jean ever will.- I said as I walked back over to the sofa.

-The main thing you shouldn’t feel is stupid Lyla. It’s obvious you’re going to look to someone else to fulfill you, look at the way Jean treats you. You weren’t even here an hour without him calling you and shouting about something.- Amelia sounded as if she had been waiting to say this for ages. 

I put my head in my hands.

-Now I’ve upset Sam, he confronted me yesterday. I never told him about Jean Ami. I led him on and it wasn’t fair on him.- I said, tears in my eyes.

Amelia reached her arm around me and rubbed my back, I held back my tears, there was a man upstairs waiting for me to get ready for a date. 

-you know what you want, Lyla-

I wanted Sam. 

I nodded and thanked Amelia, then I headed back upstairs to Jean, who was smoking on the balcony.

-What’s the plan for today?- I asked.

-Well, we’re in smelly London, we could go to a bar, a park, maybe a museum?- Jean replied, looking off into the distance.

-Museum.- I said nodding, then I walked back to my room to make a museum outfit.

-

 The day I had with Jean was actually really nice. We went to eat lunch before the museum. Just some cafe we found near Regent street. It was a beautiful small cafe, rushing with quiet customers on their computers and ordering all day breakfast.

Jean didn’t enjoy eating there, what a surprise. He hated the small things. He was a snob.

After we ate we walked down the museum. This one specifically had the Vincent Van Gough sunflowers painting, so that would be exciting to see.

We wandered around the museum for hours. Both of us taking everything in but not speaking, then following each other out of the room after finally intently looking at every painting.

When we finally got to the sunflowers painting, there was a crowd around it, it took us a while to get to the front after people dissipated in front but built up behind us. 

Seeing a piece of art like that right in front of you is an incredible feeling, as if you could still smudge the paint. You can see every brush stroke and it feels wrong to look so closely. As if you’re invading the privacy of History. That day I realized that that feeling is similar to how I feel when I look at Sam for too long.

I think that realization stopped time for a few seconds. It caused Jean to break his silence and ask me if I was ready to go.

I was ready to go alright. Ready to go and find Sam and leave Jean. Ready to start a new life with a nice man who plays me to sleep and paints my walls. The man who has loved me since I was locked in my best friend's garden at 14. The man who has been looking for me and never gave up. Then played it cool when he found me again.

The man with the same birthday as me, the same music taste, the same language.

I needed Sam. It was so hard to accept it with my boyfriend standing right there but-

I will always need Sam.

-lyla.-

I snapped out of it and turned around smiling. I took Jean’s hand and we walked out of the museum together. I was drafting in my head what I needed to say to Jean. Just as I was about to open my mouth his phone started ringing. The name on the phone was the Same as my brother’s.

-is my brother calling you?- I asked

-No, a work friend has the same name as your brother. I have to take this.- Jean replied

He walked a few feet away and answered the phone. Mumbling in french and pacing a little bit. A few minutes later he ended the phone and looked at me nervously.

-Lyla, baby, I’m so sorry. Work has called me in because there's a massive emergency. I need to go home tonight. A lot of people are injured and there’s threats of a second attack.- He said anxiously.

Jean took his job very seriously. He worked as a firefighter as well as a paramedic. He was one of the best in his team, and every time there was a giant incident, He needed to go straight away.

-Okay, please come back as soon as you can.- I replied, secretly hoping he stayed away while I tried to fix my brain.

He walked up to me and kissed my head, and hugged me sorrowfully. Then began to speed walk to the train station. I didn’t follow him. I didn’t say anything either.

I called an uber back home, I didn’t feel like walking. As I walked through the front door I could hear talking in the living room. It ceased as I closed the front door. Shortly after, Sam walked out.

My heart struck, I remembered the realization I had about him today. I tried to speak but couldn’t. I just smiled at him and started making my way upstairs for bed. I could feel him standing there watching me walk up there alone. I had a feeling he would follow me. But he didn't.

Part of me was relieved about both of these men being absent from me. Time to think was what I needed. 

I pulled out an empty journal that my wellness friend had gotten me for my most recent birthday and a matching pen that came with it, then I sat on the balcony on the warm summer night and decided that I would just write my feelings. This is what I ended up writing;

About a week ago I think I fell in love with someone else. Disgustingly. Now I have so many feelings and nowhere to put it all. So I'm going to do this. My boyfriend isn’t a horrible person. I want people to think he’s not a horrible person. He’s beautiful and kind, he’s understanding in so many silent ways but he’s just not there. He can be so earth shattering but he’s just not there. That still doesn’t mean that I’m allowed to fall for another man though. I’m at fault here, I am the one that will ruin everything. Unless he does something unforgivable, unbelievable, something so horrible that it would be required for me to fall in love with someone else and you know what? I’m hoping that happens. I really am. Because I am stuck in this bond. I am stuck in this relationship and I thought London was my way out but it wasn’t. Mentally he is not mine anymore. He is NOT THERE! 

Sam entered my life before Jean ever did. I know it was a short encounter but now I know why I remembered that encounter so clearly. He is mine, I want him to be mine.

His hands are my favorite. The stories in them. The abilities they have and their creativity. What I would do to just have those hands all over me. All the time.

Then his face. He is my painting. I can see his brush strokes and his blending. I can see the blotches of unmixed paint is his pores and the white spirit gleaming in his eyes. I can smell his life on him, I don’t even need to know anything about him, I just know him. 

He thinks of me the same way.

Which is the hardest part. Feeling like this for a week has broken me, tortured me. I can’t imagine how he has felt like this for seven years with no hope. 

He can be my everything, and I’m afraid I just ruined it. So I have to let it go. I have to hope Jean never knows about it and we stay with each other so I can be unhappy forever. That's what I get. That's what I get for falli-

That's where the entry stops. I never finished it because I heard the balcony door slide open and I snapped the book closed. That’s how it would stay. Closed forever.

-We need to talk- Sam said.

-we do. - I replied. 

chapter 9.

[classpect-navelgazing]

do you have an analysis where you talk about why you disagree with what canon has to say about classpects anywhere? i looked but tumble isn’t exactly the greatest at searching for stuff. i’m just curious to know what the issues are with what was said in canon

Sure. Though I don't know if I'd say I "disagree with canon" so much as I think the more someone tries to give us a straight up, clean answer on it, they're probably an unreliable source. My source is canon, but more holistically.

For me I think this started two places. First: I just..... don't really buy the idea of Pages being the Slow Burn class. I never bought it, honestly? As soon as I figured out how Jake English manages people and their expectations of him to get what he wants, it threw into question the whole concept of the class. Because Jake is the second most emotionally intelligent character in HS after Karkat, but he uses it for himself rather selfishly instead of for a greater cause. When Jake subtly or subconsciously tries to bend the story to his will, he's remarkably effective.

So, of course, I looked at Tavros. What does Tavros Nitram want? Well, he wants to have fun, to progress at his own pace, and to kind of do his own thing. I found it very interesting how the people around him sort of bent to what he wanted. No one stopped Tavros from dreaming on Prospit. He didn't do anything to get those mechanical legs, which he textually wanted, other folks took care of that for him. No one really stopped Tavros from playing the game (both FLARP and SGRUB) the way he wanted to. Aradia enables his allegedly bad class choice, Karkat orders Vriska to save his life, and when Vriska wants to force Tavros to play her way, Kanaya interferes. It's all very cohesive to me in a way that I genuinely do not know if the creator intended, but the pattern is absolutely there.

So, whoop, Pages Are A Slow Burn gets tossed into the garbage where it belongs.

The other one that really made me go "huh" is Calliope's Active/Passive thing. From the moment I read it the first time, I was like "i'm........ not sure that's a thing" and on every subsequent reread and relisten, I became even more certain she's just theorycrafting and its not borne out in the actual text. Which, frankly, fits into Calliope's whole thing of being a proxy for fans, particularly their speculation. She outright says to Dirk she gets carried away with her theorizing.

Like... for me its the Prince thing. I flat out don't think Princes are "The Most Active Class," at all, full stop. The idea is kind of silly to me. Eridan wasn't fucking Super Active, he just became extremely potent when he finally went off. And Dirk, similarly, is the king of Hurry Up And Wait. When shit pops off, he acts with incredible effectiveness, but the rest of the time he's zoning the fuck out, white lying about how cool he is, and fishing.

Same with Seers on the opposite end. Am I meant to take seriously the idea that Rose Lalonde and Terezi fucking Pyrope are the most passive class, nah. No sell. I literally and actually think I could make a better argument that Witches are more passive than Seers.

And then I just... don't agree with Calliope's verbiage of the classes. Dirk was not a destroyer of heart/soul, his most dramatic and effective moments in the story are harnessing his aspect, and in the conversation where Calliope tells Roxy her verbiage, even she says its a little esoteric and hard to grasp.

Calliope's trying to apply very firm wording and delineation to something that Terezi much earlier calls a "hyperflexible mythology." That reading of classpect frankly bears out a lot more, imo.

Which just led me to the conclusion that: all the stuff Calliope says, its her opinion. What I am interested in is action. What do these people do, what do they think of their aspect, how does it manifest.

My conclusion was basically: fuck passive/active, this is all about your role in the narrative. Which, in my opinion, fits very well into the two ways HS is structured: as a video game (the vernacular, the commands, the literalization of abstractions like inventory and leveling up), and as a stage play (the acts, the curtains, the intermissions).

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Unpopular hp opinion: snape is a good character and a terrible person. These opinions can and should coexist!

He serves to further the plot and serve as a mini antagonist that’s more relatable at school in the early years. I sincerely don’t understand the pro and anti snape tags because he may have had reasons to do things but it doesn’t excuse him (*jake Peralta voice* cool motive still murder bro). Similarly removing him from the story removes conflict necessary to drive the plot

My feelings about Snape are unpopular on both the pro and anti side. 😅

Snape was a terrible adult and there’s no excuse for his abhorrent treatment of already traumatized children, especially Neville

He was also an abused and neglected child living in poverty, literally no wonder he had anger and self-worth issues

Snape did at least trivialize his friends’ bullying of muggleborns and thought it was fun (e.g., Mulciber and Mary Macdonald)

BUT Lily also let him get away with that behavior and stuck by him knowing the crowd he was getting into, if I was a fellow muggleborn I’d resent that a lot

James took things way too far and incited the hostility between them, SWM was inexcusable. he went beyond the actual reasons Snape deserved to be criticized so much that those got glossed over

BUT Snape was actively trying to expose Remus as a werewolf, which he later did! that would not only get him kicked out but also registered to the ministry, yeah of course that’s agitating the friends who are breaking the law to protect him?? He went into the willow on a full moon while suspecting Remus was a werewolf. SIR

Also yes, I too would bully a racist classmate, sue me

Snape didn’t actually want to be a teacher and Dumbledore used his grief and regrets to keep him under his thumb until he was useful, he never had a life that was his own and maybe he could’ve become a better person if he had a chance to not get reminded of the worst moments/mistakes of his life daily yknow

He was willing to let Voldemort kill Lily’s husband and baby, the latter he went ahead and tormented knowing he was orphaned bc of his snitching for looking like his dead father also murdered bc of his snitching

That’s so cruel and petty, also disrespectful to Lily’s memory

He could have taken another path and exploring that in fanon can be fascinating! That can be done without excusing his fuck ups!! It is compelling to see such a hardened and closed off character find softness and empathy so yeah I get it!

One side ignores the circumstances that created such a bitter, resentful and lonely person and the other side acts like he’s a poor little defenseless baby who wasn’t giving it his best in return and acting a fool. like. can we find a middle ground please

I’ve been holding this in if you couldn’t tell lol bc I used to be so strict w my stance too. I find arguments from the both sides valid but the discussions get so polarized

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,,Y/N please just open the fucking Door I'm sorry okay ?!" Jake shouted from the outside of your House as he banged on the door over and over again . You and Jake got into a pretty heated argument a few days ago which made you stop talking. Jake started regretting every single Word he said to you and eventually came to your house so he could apologize. But you didn't let him. He really hurt you with his words. But he didn't give up, even though he was drenched in water since it was raining pretty heavily. Your relationship with Jake has always been super complicated. You weren't dating, but you most definitely weren't only friends either. He was your first in everything. Your first Kiss, Your first Time, Your first best Friend , Your first Crush. But you never had the courage to talk about your Feelings. And you never planned on talking about your feelings. Especially not after that Argument. But there you are sitting in your living room, listening to Jake literally yelling in front of your door. You could hear that he is crying, but so were you. You were both hurt. And you both missed each other like crazy. ,,Y/N please...I'm so sorry. I know you can hear me. I didn't mean to hurt you please let me talk to you" He said, crying even harder than before. After some Moments of thinking, you finally got up from your couch to open the door. Your eyes immediately met with Jake's puffy ones. You couldn't help but softly smile at him.

,,Y/N..." He whispered before quickly pulling you into a hug. His clothes were completely wet due the Rain... but you let him hug you. ,,I'm so sorry I promise ! I didn't mean what I said to you" He said quietly. You looked at him and softly took his Hand before you led him to your bedroom. ,,Please sit down and wait here for a few Minutes...I'll get you some dry clothes" You said. But before you could leave,he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. ,,Can we please talk first ?" Jake asked you. You nodded your head, and eventually sat down on your bed next to him. Jake tried to smile at you. He felt really bad. ,,Listen...I never meant to hurt you. I wish I could explain how much you mean to me. You make me feel Things i've never felt before and I don't even know what made me say those Things. You deserve better. I guess I'm just scared of you know...getting hurt ? And fuck i really hate talking about my feelings but...I think i fell in love with you Y/N. The last few days without you were so hard for me and I really hope I didn't fuck up...and I hope you'll forgive me. I would love to spend every single day of my life with you. But I promise it's okay If you don't feel the same way... everything is fine as long as you're still in my life. " Jake said with tears rolling down his rosy cheeks. Well damn. You could see how scared Jake was. He was so scared of your reaction. And you didn't even know what to say. You just somehow ended up staring at Jake's puffy Lips. You missed them so much. You missed the way they felt , and the way Jake smiled into the Kiss when you softly stroked his Cheek with your thumb. How couldn't you just notice how deeply in love he was ?? . The way he touched you said more than a million words ever could. And whenever Jake couldn't see you, he called you and asked you about your day. He would always give you Roses, He comforted you when you felt sad, And he would always make sure to take care of you. He was always there for you. ,,Jake i..." You tried to form a sentence...but for some reason you couldn't. So you decided to show him what you felt instead. You grabbed his Face and immediately pulled him into the most passionate Kiss. Jake pulled you onto his Lap as your Fingers got tangled in his wet locks. The way Jake softly caressed your waist while he deepened the Kiss drove you crazy. You guys shared a lot of Kisses before, but this one felt special. You could feel Jake's Love...and you're pretty sure Jake knows about your Feelings for him too by now. Jake softly broke the Kiss. ,,I need you to be my girl so badly" Jake whispered against your Lips. You softly smiled. ,,I'll be yours If you kiss me again" you said. Jake didn't waste one second and pulled you back in to give you another deep kiss. Jake felt you smiling against his Lips,which made him giggle. ,,I think I'd die for you" He said, staring into your eyes. You caressed his cheeks. He loved when you did that. ,,Well I think I love you" You answered. ,,I know I love you" Jake said, smiling at you before pressing a soft kiss on your Forehead. This Moment felt so right. You suddenly started smirking. Jake knew, that you were about to say something that will ruin the Moment. ,, I can't believe you're on my bed with your wet ass clothes with me on your lap" You joked, which made Jake laugh pretty hard. He carefully kissed the Tip of your Nose before trying to get up. And that's how your relationship as an actual couple started. ♡

[grassbreads]

Hi!! For the wip title tag game, can I know more about the XP and ZY mortality oneshot, Retrospective and Epilogue Dirkjake :>

Hi hi!! Thanks for the ask 😁 (context). I hope you're ready for three wildly disparate fics.

XP and ZX mortality oneshot

This is my current Tai Sui gen fic WIP! It's set during the extras, just a few years before Zhi Xiu passes away. It's about Zhi Xiu getting snowed in during an uncommonly severe winter on Flying Jade Peak and considering what he wants to do with the last bit of his life while Xi Ping feels Extremely Fine and Good and Normal about the guy he's lived with for a century finally getting truly old. It's a mix of lighthearted shenanigans, Extras-standard somber contemplations of mortality, and Zhi Xiu forcing Shiyong to confront his emotions for once in his goddamn life.

I've only actually written about 600 words of this one, and it's still untitled, but I have a plan for what the rest will be and I'm fairly excited about it :).

Retrospective

I think I've mentioned on this blog before that I have a long MXTX crossover WIP that I expect to never finish or publish and work on once in a while solely for my own self-indulgent joy. This is that. It's about all three MXTX leading couples (plus Moshang) being pulled into a crossover by the System and having to watch back their own life stories together. I love a good MXTX crossover, and I love fics where the protags that never tell anyone anything get their trauma secrets spilled involuntarily, so this is just me doing both of those at once.

It's written from SQQ's pov of course. For maximum chaos. It's also the origin of these jokes.

Epilogue (pre-meat) Dirkjake

This is another currently untitled oneshot WIP, this time based around the Homestuck Epilogues. It's about Dirk and Jake's final doomed hookup that we know took place sometime before the start of the epilogues proper. I'm unsure how much sex scene I'm actually going to include, as it's mostly about Dirk's mindset and how weird it is to navigate romantic and sexual feelings when you're halfway into becoming an amalgamation of every version of yourself across all realities (and most of those versions absolutely fucking suck). It's also about the absolutely unhinged morning after argument.

I don't know how familiar you are with Homestuck Ririn, but here's a small modicum of context for the insane relationship I'm talking about.

Since it's a crapshoot as to if/when any of this will get published, I'll go ahead and throw the whole short WIP of the Tai Sui fic under the cut, as well as smaller excerpts from the other two. Hope this has been interesting :)

Retrospective

Before Shen Qingqiu could react out loud, the man in red spoke up for the first time, his voice tinged with a teasing lilt.  “We have a king in our presence? What place in the North might you be from that I’ve never heard of you?” This San Lang really couldn’t have been more draped in red flags if he tried. “San Lang” obviously wasn’t his real name, and he’d stood impassive and uncaring through the whole process of introductions only to speak in such a way at the very end. A bad attitude to rival Mobei-Jun’s! Furthermore, even though he’d been introduced without formal name or title, he was obviously someone of some import. His boots and collar were draped in fine decorative silver, the sleek vambraces on his arms were hammered with intricate designs, and his whole bearing dripped the obnoxious confidence of someone used to being in charge. Plus, in terms of red flags, he was even wearing literal bright red! And to top it off, though his aura didn’t quite seem like that of a demon, there was obviously something off about him in some ineffable way. His energy was dark. Too dark! Wasn’t it a bit cliché to give the obviously evil guy a fucking eyepatch?

And another excerpt just for funzies:

Shen Qingqiu’s nose curled involuntarily. The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System? Seriously? Was that what the newly maidenly Luo Binghe’s story had been retitled to?? He hadn’t thought it could get worse than the trope-tastic Proud Immortal Demon Way, but that title was seriously pushing the boundaries of what could be considered literature.  Plus, why the hell did it put so much of the emphasis on him?? Wasn’t he the scum villain? And wasn’t the one the system had self-saved? Give the protagonist his due, would you? At least Airplane’s original title had known who to shine the spotlight on.  The sound of a clearing throat caught his attention then, and he turned around to see Shang Qinghua transparently trying to catch his eye as he spoke up.  “Is that voice seriously trying to imply that we’re all characters from novels?” That idiot. 

The Untitled Dirkjake Oneshot

The last time you hook up with Jake, you’re already more amalgamate than person.  Sex is a strange thing when you’re no longer limited to awareness of just yourself. It’s a strange thing when you can’t stop feeling the convictions of the parts of you that are thirteen years old forever and a computer, or the part of you that’s part computer and fused with two trolls and a cherub and squatting in the body of a cueball-headed puppet. Did Doc Scratch have a dick? You feel a flicker of Scratch-flavored derision every time you consider doing so much as jerking off, so you’re leaning towards no, but you’re not ready to cross that question off the list just yet.  Vague self-disgust and derision doesn’t actually stop you from jacking off, of course, but you’re definitely doing it less frequently. Who has time to crank one out when you’re busy realizing that the entire reality you inhabit is nothing more than a grand narrative made to entertain some unfathomable outside audience? Even focusing on the voyeurism angle can’t quite keep your stallions running in the middle of that dark night of the soul.  Point being, when Jake pins you to the mat and gets a hand around your throat on live TV one night, you’re more than a little pent up, not to mention more than a little out of sorts. You’re still in the thick of your ascension, undecided whether RUMBLE IN DA PUMPKIN PATCH will help or hurt Jake’s influence on Jane’s presidential campaign and even more undecided as to whether her campaign even fucking matters in the slightest. You’re distracted, not really giving it your all, so he gets you down in a way you rarely let him, even when you’re playing heel. 

The Untitled Tai Sui Oneshot

One hundred and two years after the advent of the spiritual energy prohibition, an uncommonly harsh winter struck Flying Jade Peak.  The Xuanyin Mountains’ spiritual energy had melted away by then, dissipating back into the veins of the earth and leaving the once eternally snow-bound peak no colder than any other peak throughout Great Wan. Its ground was lush with grass in the summer, and auspicious animals gathered around many planted beds of peonies and wine ingredients whenever the sun was high. A certain shifu had taken to forcing his disciple out to plant as punishment whenever he felt too sore to beat him, which ensured the gardens were tended frequently and well.  That winter, however, returned the verdant peak to its condition of endless blinding white and bitter cold. Even the mundane atmosphere, unburdened by any heavenly commandments’ meddling, could inflict a deep freeze to suit a sword cultivator sometimes.  Stymied for the first time by his aging body’s inability to endure such frigid cold, the peak master of Flying Jade Peak found himself with rather more free time than he knew what to do with as he was snowed in. His elder disciple, the consummate master of finding ways to waste time with nonsense, took up filling his shifu’s schedule as his new mission in life, and he saw to this charge more attentively than he’d ever seen to any of his lessons.  “Shifu! I brought you more rebirth berries from Southern He!” “Shifu, did you know Northern Li has started publishing a gossip column staffed entirely by sword cultivators?” “But Shifu, don’t you want to see the new moving picture they made about Yu Chang? I can recreate the theater in the Law Breaker, so we wouldn’t even need to go outside.” The honorable General Zhi’s hand twitched where it held the Sword that Mended the Heavens. “As I said, I’m behind on practice. A replica of the sword platform would be fine.”  “Bah, don’t you want to do something we can do together?”  Zhi Xiu smiled at his good-for-nothing student.  “My disciple would be welcome to join me in practicing the sword.” Xi Ping grimaced, but for once he didn’t flee immediately at the threat of hard work. Instead, he whined, “What good is practicing the sword? It’s not like I ever used a real sword to copy your sword moves, and I’m not about to start now, so it’s no good practicing with spiritual energy prohibited.” “The fact you still dare to say these things is a sign that I have spoiled you irreparably. The sword platform, please.”  “And if I am unfilial and refuse?”  Zhi Xiu reached over and flicked him in the forehead.  “Scoundrel. How can you treat your elderly shifu this way?” “Isn’t it because you’re elderly that I think you should do something better with your time than practice swordsmanship in the Law Breaker all day?” “And you think a moving picture about an acquaintance of yours is a better use of my time?” “It doesn’t have to be the movie! I just think we can find something better to do than slashing at nothing in a rotten bracelet for eight hours straight.”  Zhi Xiu reached out instinctively to hit his disciple with Zhaoting’s hilt until he made way, but something caught and stopped him before he could finish the motion. Xi Ping’s eyes, for all his flippant discourtesy, did seem to have something sincere and pleading tucked away in them, and suddenly the old sword master couldn’t bear to disappoint the request for a day spent with him. “Four hours,” he said. “You practice with me—serious practice—for four hours, and we can do something else together afterwards.”

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You get no summary as to what this is about. It's around 2k words, but it only took me like 30 minutes to write so. it's. it's a bit confusing. but it's cute and happy!!!

 “I don’t even know where to start,” Chloe whined, slamming her forehead against the library table. Jake winced involuntarily at the noise, but Chloe didn’t even seem to notice what she’d done. “She’s just so pretty, Jake. Have you seen her? Those eyes—”

 “Yes,” Jake replied, an odd mix between bemused and annoyed. He had homework he was happy to ignore just to listen to Chloe’s excessive rantings on her most recent crush (there’d been three this week—she was struggling with the whole ‘not being in love with Brooke anymore’ thing), but it was still homework that he’d have to do later if he didn’t finish it now. “We get it, she’s hot and you want to fuck her, but did I factor this right?”

 She barely glanced over his paper before giving him a half-hearted thumbs up and continuing on with, “I just want to be able to talk to her, you know? Be confident and tell her she’s the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.”

 “Then do that,” Rich seethed. He was even more impatient than Jake, sitting red-faced with his arms crossed over his chest, staring directly at his computer with a familiar fiery gaze Jake was accustomed to being on the receiving end of. Jake’s heart did a flip.

 “Shut up. You never confess to your crushes," Chloe shot back.

 “Because I’m busy writing reports for my stupid research class, and I’d prefer if I could do it in silence.”

 Jake leaned forward on his elbows and propped his chin on the heel of his hand, just close enough so he could feel the edges of Rich and Chloe’s argument like electricity in the air. They were both pissy today—Chloe because she was upset about her crush, and Rich because he had a three thousand word report due that night that he’d totally forgotten about until two days ago. Though Jake would usually have little patience when it came to Rich’s moods (uncommon now that he was unsquipped—most of the time it was either dorky ramblings or hesitant dad jokes), he was well enough adapted to Rich’s behaviors to know that hadn’t meant to put it off, really, it was just a thing that happened sometimes. He knew Rich had seen it in the color-coded agenda Jake had made for him, it simply didn’t register that it was real. Rich spent the past two days busting his ass off and Jake understood why he wanted silence so he could get it over with.

 “No,” Chloe shot back, “You’re a coward. And I am too. I’m usually so confident, this genuinely hurts. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

 Rich tilted his head back to cast a glance up at the sky, probably a prayer of some sort, before he closed his computer and turned to Chloe, expression cold. Jake watched his every movement.

 “Five minutes,” Rich spat, “Five minutes, and then you shut up for the rest of the period and let me work. Deal?”

 Chloe stuck out her hand and shook his. Rich set a timer on his phone and immediately Chloe was off. The color of this girl’s eyes (Jake wasn’t sure of her name, he’d been too busy watching Rich bite his lip while he focused to catch it), her hair, the way she made her feel.

 “I can’t even think when I'm around her," Chloe sighed, borderline wistful, “My stomach gets in knots and everything gets fuzzy and warm. It’s like I’m melting inside, and not in a horny way. I want to take her away to some perfect place where she can never get hurt and teach her how to paint and feed her cherries. How am I supposed to talk to her when my brain is literal mush whenever she gets too close?!"

 Rich laughed for the first time all day. Jake frowned.

 “I don’t get it,” Jake said slowly, trying to decode Chloe’s words even as he was speaking, “Aren’t you doing that now?”

 Chloe and Rich immediately turned to him, surprised by not only his sudden contribution to their previously exclusive conversation but also by his hesitance. Jake wasn’t hesitant. Jake always knew what he was talking about.

 Even now, he was sure of himself. He knew Chloe was talking through that feeling now—Rich was sitting right next to her, and Rich was practically the embodiment of that feeling. He walked into the room and overwhelmed everyone with a giddy, sunshine feeling that made their vision blur and their heart beat too fast. It was a Rich thing, he brought it everywhere he went. Even when he walked in with a too-big sweatpants and oily hair after weeks of either studying or laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and convincing himself he was worth more than the persona he used to present, Rich ignited butterflies in everyone he met. Every single day.

 Chloe didn’t make the connection to the Rich Effect (as Jake had dubbed it), though. She shot to her feet, eyes wide and panicked.

 “She’s here?!!?” she whisper-yelled, spinning in circles and scanning the library for her mystery crush, “Where?! Why didn’t you tell me—”

 “What? No, calm down, I was talking about Rich.”

 If Jake’s earlier statement had confused them, this broke them. Chloe sat down, her back rigid and eyes narrowed. Rich simply tilted his head slightly to the right, an innocent show of curiosity. Even that was enough to make the room flush pink, and somehow Chloe seemed perfectly fine talking through that, he didn’t see why this new girl was any different.

 “Rich?” she echoed, “I don’t have a crush on Rich? It’s fine to talk around him?”

 “Yeah, obviously. But he’s got the whole Rich thing, y’know?”

 They did, indeed, not know. Jake looked between the two of them, searching for any flash of recognition, but he was met with empty stares and questioning looks. Rich made a small, confused sound.

 “Like, Rich-walks-in-a-room-and-everything-lights-up? That thing? The butterflies? C’mon, you have to know what I’m talking about, he’s been doing it since the fire.”

 Jake’s nerves somehow coalesced into an awkward, stunted laugh made just to fill the silence that followed his observation. Rich seemed weirdly flustered, as if he’d somehow been unaware that every single person he met was enthralled by the sound of his lisp or the way he fidgeted with the hem of his sleeves whenever he got nervous. This was normal—Jake knew it was normal. Everyone felt that, everyone knew it, it was just such a fact of life it remained unspoken amongst the masses.

 “…no,” Chloe said as if she was explaining some foreign concept to a toddler, “Most people do not get butterflies at the sight of Rich. No offense.”

 Rich shook his head as he muttered ‘none taken.’ He was studying Jake with the same lost expression Chloe was, lips parted, and it was only when Rich’s cheeks flushed a cute pink that Jake realized maybe he’d fucked up.

 Rich clearly had no idea what he was talking about. Even worse, Chloe had no idea what he was talking about. Not only was Rich not purposefully torturing the entire population with his inexplicable ability to turn everything into gold whenever he smiled, but apparently his accidental magic only affected Jake.

 A phenomenon most would describe as a crush.

 Jake did not have a crush. He was straight, Rich was his best friend, and he’d never risk ruining that. But Chloe was slowly coming to the same realization he had and he watched the exclamation form on her lips before he had the chance to stop her.

 “You like him?!”

 Jake didn’t have time to form a defense before Rich was falling out of his chair, face red and eyes bulging. He popped back up almost immediately and screeched, “WHAT?!”

 “No!!! Stop! I don’t! Slow down! It’s normal, okay?! Stop looking at me like that, Jesus. I’m not—I’m talking to you right now, aren’t I?! It’s clearly not the same. Just—the normal amount, you know? Don’t you give everyone butterflies? C’mon, it can’t just be me.”

 Maybe it was just him, come to think of it. He didn’t remember many other people getting tongue-tied around Rich, or blushing simply when he entered the room. The only reason Jake could keep his cool around Rich was because he’d spent months adapting to this constant glow-y feeling. The first few weeks after meeting post-fire Rich, Jake had practiced talking in the mirror just to make sure he hadn’t had a stroke in his sleep and lost the ability to speak or something. Other people… didn’t seem to have that reaction. They didn’t act like Rich was made of pure sunshine, or his voice a melody, his eyes entrancing, his lips—

 Jake searched Rich’s face for an answer, eyes darting from place to place helplessly. From his eyes to his eyebrows to his cheeks to his freckles to his hair. He was met with curiosity and excitement and tension—something that terrified him more than anything.

 He didn’t think Rich would say no, not when he was looking at Jake like this. Like he was afraid to be happy, unbelieving that things could possibly go the way he wanted them to. Jake could ask Rich to kiss him right now and… and he might get that. He might like that.

 “The normal amount,” Jake repeated, his voice trembling. Too fast. He was straight ten minutes ago, this was way too fucking fast.

 “The normal amount is no amount, Jacob,” Chloe said. Unlike Rich, she didn’t sound afraid to be happy. She looked excited. She was finally free from Jake’s lingering attraction. She could go off and date this new girl without wondering if her ex-boyfriend would be okay with it. Because he had a crush on his best friend. Apparently. Fuck. No—

 “Okay?! Then I don’t feel it any amount! It’s only sometimes—well, most of the time—but there’s no way—how can you look at him and not—?”

 Chloe had the audacity to laugh at him, elated and unbridled. That, of all things, should’ve had Jake’s heart melting into his lungs.

 But instead, it was Rich’s small, “Jake…?” that made the sky turn pink.

 “Don’t. I don’t like you, okay? I don’t. It’s—”

 Jake would kiss him if Rich asked him to. But, because this was post-fire Rich instead of pre-fire Rich, Rich didn’t say a word, didn't lean forward and offer Jake the sweet relief of letting all this built-up excitement out into a kiss. Rich sat back down, mouth clamped shut and eyes trained carefully on the table in front of him.

 “Okay,” he murmured, his face flushed, “Sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

 “Go out to dinner with me.”

 Rich refused to look up. Still staring at the table, he whispered, “What?”

 “I don’t know?! Apparently, not everyone thinks you’re the most beautiful person to walk the planet?! And I mean, if I get to keep you all to myself, then fuck me if I don't. So. Dinner. I don’t know what’s happening right now, but I’m not a fucking coward. I’ll go for it. You’re pretty, you make everything warm and happy, and I think I really fucking like that feeling, so.”

 “You’re straight.”

 “Maybe not?” Jake offered, his voice small and on the verge of cracking.

 Rich’s hands clenched the edge of the table. Jake, disoriented and desperate, reached out and threaded their fingers together just to loosen his grip.

 “Please?” he whispered, “I think—I think I really like you.”

 “Okay,” Rich replied.

 “No, I’m serious. I—”

 “I know you are. But I’m sure I like you. A lot. Why don’t you go fuck around a little and experiment a bit before you decide to go and break my heart?”

 “Oh, shit,” Chloe said. Jake shooed her off with his free hand, not even bothering to look at her. His full attention was on Rich and his trembling hands.

 “I don’t wanna experiment. I want to go out to dinner with you.”

 Rich shrugged. Jake made a small sound of frustration.

 “C’mon, you can’t—I like you! I have all the feelings people get when they like someone. Hell, I probably have more, considering I literally cannot see anyone else whenever you so much as brush up against me. I was raised to be fucking president of Model UN and the archery team, Rich. My brain never managed to compute that liking guys—liking you—could even be an option. But it is an option, and I like you, and now that I know it I don’t think I will physically be able to handle being in the same room and not kissing you. Dinner. Please. One date. Then you can decide I’m a slut who just wants to experiment.”

 Rich squeezed Jake’s hand, tight and unwavering. When he looked up, all Jake could think about was how grateful he was Rich hadn’t done it earlier. He already knew he was fucked—just from Chloe’s confusion, from Rich’s embarrassment—but damn. Damn. Jake wished he was more poetic. He’d trained himself to write succinct essays and informative contentions, not stanzas about the exact shade of gold the perfect mix between green and brown could make.

 “One date.”

 “And when I prove you wrong, we can go out on another.”

 Rich let out an awkward laugh that sounded somewhere between pained and excited.

 “Sure,” he said, “Then we can go on another.”

[planetdream]

so i just read your interpretation of kai's pisces rising and his pretty, perfect looks and i'm literally blown away by your deduction? you're so good at this omg

i must thank that anon for requesting kai because i've been so obsessed with him lately, they did god's work fr

now, allow me to gush about one certain scorpio man here (JAKE AAA) he's literally the most beautiful man i've ever seen and he has the hottest placements ever with those scorpio up his ass bruh

this makes me think he's probably a libra rising? with venus in the first house possibly because no way he's got mars there LIKE ehh it doesn't seem like it?

i'm so excited to hear your thoughts on this

aaa thank you for sending this ask !! tried so hard to not talk myself into circles on this lmaooo

obvi we don't know Jake's birth time and we could rectify his chart (which could be accurate if i actually took the time to do it lol) instead we're gonna say that hypothetically he does have a libra rising (which i can see arguments for outside of simply just his looks—his MBTI. also a libra rising means he'd have been birthed sometime between 2:16 AM and 3:40 AM; I chose 3:14 AM lol)

prefacing this by saying his mars and venus are both in detriment. it just means both planets are a bit weaker than they'd be if they swapped signs, for example. it's not a bad thing,, just something that will take work lol. anyways, let me attempt to explain some things:

lemme talk about mars in the 1H. of course, i'll be using the whole sign house system for this tiny portion.

since he has a libra mars (lmao rip him) I think it just makes his features softer rather than the harsher (often sexy) visuals that come with being scorpio/mars dominant. plus in this case, mars is where it belongs in the 1H—obvi that said person is pretty especially with libra (venus) helping out a bit. i can't get too heavy on my usage of degrees in this reading (common dreamie loss), but again, hypothetically, he'd have a 19° mars (which, now that im looking at a non-rectified chart, it's the same w/o a bt, anyway). 19° is, of course, a libra degree. and that is my very simple, minimal detail explanation that Jake doesn't need his Venus to be in the 1H for those visuals to still shine through!!

to further this, in regards to aspects, he has venus conjunct his ascendant—which extends much further than just being a pretty face; i think it also shows in the way he carries himself, his personality, and how warm he is.

but now lets use ur point in him being a 1H venus (this time using placidus house system instead of whole signs)

this makes his scorpio sun, venus and mercury positioned in the 1H while his mars is positioned in the 12H. despite this, and Jake being a scorpio stellium, jake doesn't have the "signature" scorpio look* that, many obvious scorpios have (for example; minho, yuta, minghao, yugyeom—u can see it in the eyes, eyebrows and really just their aura lol)—going back to venus being in detriment under scorpio. I think his libra mars or pisces moon (!!) really softens his face.

or perhaps bc his 1H sun and mercury are at 22° (which is a capricorn degree) he doesn't have that outward scorpic appearance. an example of the opposite of this would be jaebeom from got7 who is very much a capricorn stellium in aura/presentation and speech but his scorpio placements really stick out visually (imo).

(sorry to be rambling but i need to get down to the bottom of him just...not looking like a scorpio... especially with his venus being at 0° as 0° can be perceived as the most absolute a sign can be. but alas, this is hypothetical)

*feel like this changes when he's on stage and in his element, yk.

of the smaller aspects, Jake has venus quintile jupiter. jake loves art (venus) and exploring different forms of art or even expanding (jupiter) on and/or strengthening his talents in other areas of art (like singing and dancing). this coupled with his sun square jupiter; he's very serious about his job and the things that he sets out to do. none of that half-assed shit (sun at 22° so he's especially not being half-assed when there's money involved)

bonus!!! jake has a grand trine in his chart which is v v cool (didn't notice even after looking at his chart for nearly 2 hours). a grand trine is when three planets that are in the same element form a perfect triangle in the chart (there are other nuances to this too but this post is already long). he has an air grand trine**—I think he might really enjoy mind games*** and things that call for mental stimulation rather than more physical stimulation or activities where he needs to be running around constantly. save for being an idol, obvi—basically he enjoys his alone time and time to be lazy and not do too much (that's that libra mars energy especially if it is in the 12H)

**this can be said the same for heeseung, who also has an air grand trine.

***i wanna say mind games in the non-negative, non-manipulative way but like... wouldn't be surprised if he enjoyed a lil chaos here and there(i don't think the intended purpose would be to be mean or anything like that tho)

tbh i wouldn't be surprised if he was a sagittarius rising—but i'll have to give that more thought. needless to say, i vibe heavy with libra rising jake :))

anyways im gonna stop myself right there bc I really like his [hypothetical] chart and given the opportunity, i will not shut up about it :)) I hope I explained things in an understandable way!! lemme know if u have questions + thank u for sending this ask!!!

[itshype]

Avatar: The Way of Water

I saw this film the other day and I'm trying so hard to be normal about it.

....

Mission failed here we go.

Cannot believe the army paid for all their scientist puppets to have fully working reproductive organs. Sperm maybe but ovaries??? They have ovary money?

Every child to have prolonged contact with Jake Sully is fucking stupid. These kids are all so so so so so dumb.

I love how the best way to find the AVATARs is to count the fingers like they're fae or AI art.

Sigourney weaver once again kills it - best actor there.

I felt it was pretty clear that Kiri's other patent is Eywa? When they tried to merge Grace at the magic tree in the first movie? Seemed clear to me but apparently this is just a theory. It also fits though with her playing both characters - Eywa doesn't have any physical features for Kiri to inherit.

Atla did criticism of the military industrial complex so much better. (SORRY)

Best part of the film is the animals - the design, the animation etc so so good.

Lot of characters do a lot of cool things but none is scarier than Zoe Saldana screaming and crying over her child's body and then Jake says "they have our daughters" and she goes DEAD QUIET. THAT WAS INTENSE.

All the kids knowing human swears and military lingo was *chef's kiss*.

I knew that a kid would die. They had way too many kids for them all to live. And Kiri has magic powers, The Son Who Doesn't Die has literally all the plotlines (romantic interest, a soulbond thing, trying to prove himself etc) and Spider has Sequel Potential. So it was either the eldest or the Baby. Then the Eldest son had that argument when his brother said the Whale was his brother. And I was like "yeah he's about to die."

Them staying with the ocean tribe felt weird with the plot and I know they stay as Maori aliens in the end because of all the money spent on the special water motion capture technology.

COMPLAINTS ABOUT JAKE

I cannot believe that when looking at his two sons, dealing with their fights and misbehaviour and clashing personalities, there's zero reflection about his dead twin. What was that?

He's literally living in his dead twin's body (a body made from his twin's DNA) and there's zero reflection about that, about how his kids are more his brother's on some level. a fic author would never squander this angst.

IDK I overall enjoyed it, but for a film that took 12 years overall, there were too many issues with the storyline, script, emotional payoffs, plotholes and unearned or inexplicable character behaviour.

[byenycfm]

Roman Drake || 39 || #301 || Jake Gyllenhaal || Closed

Personality:

his self-loathing goes deep, and roman's not too concerned with hiding that. despite his early life ambitions, roman feels that he's managed to screw up every attempt at doing something good in life and that he's just not capable of playing the hero. he's got a variety of vices to keep him busy and won't shy away from casual sex--just don't expect to actually get to know him.

Biography:

roman was raised in the city of sin by a family that seemed to take the name a little too literally: drugs. jail. gangs. violence. there wasn’t much in the criminal underground that the drakes didn’t have their fingers in. the second youngest of six kids, roman was expected to do his part in the family business just as those before him had–but even as a kid roman had his doubts about the lifestyle; growing disoriented as family members came and went to county, their criminal records growing longer every year. he was twenty-three when he finally had enough of the bullshit. roman had known for a long time that his family weren’t good people, it just never occurred to him that he had the option to break the pattern.

becoming a cop hadn’t been his first idea, but at the time it was the biggest fuck you he could think of to send to his family. roman became more or less dead to the drakes, ex-communicated the moment he stepped foot into the police academy. he tried a few awkward attempts at reaching out to his sisters, but he never really knew birdie and mauve was busy trying to make a life of her own. eventually he took a page from mauve’s book, moving to california and starting a life of his own. marriage was hard, and having a kid on the way only made things harder. he took his job at cold cases seriously and made the wrong priorities in life; there are only so many long nights you can spend alone before you go looking for someone to fill the space left by an absent spouse. roman and delilah had been on the verge of ending things for a while, but the events that happened the night june was born ensured their relationship was over.

roman doesn’t remember the night in its entirety–only coming home to see his wife and a stranger in the midst of an argument, then flashes of a golf club swinging at him. when roman awoke in the hospital several days later he was terrified to learn just how much he’d lost in the attack: his marriage, his hearing, and quite possibly his daughter, who was now fighting for her life in the icu after being born months too early. the official report was attempted murder-suicide, a jealous lover who wanted to kill the woman who’d ended their affair. roman was devastated, knowing that he’d drove delilah away from him and nearly put her and their daughter into an early grave. they'd tried counseling. couples, individual, ptsd. fucking art therapy for a month--because he owed her that much. in the end they agreed there was no way to put the pieces of what they had back together. delilah would take june and go live with her parents, but roman could have shared custody if he promised not to get her hopes up of having a father in her life then ghosting. roman quit the force, went private. went dark. hurt people who hurt people, that kind of thing. he developed a reputation as someone willing to work outside the lines of the law and birdie was able to put him in contact with people who needed that kind of help.

he was in new york to meet with birdie and follow up on a new job when the city went into lockdown. he's taken up in an apartment on the lowest floor to keep an eye on things near the lobby, because he has a real bad feeling about how things are heading in the city.

Pre Outbreak Occupation: Private Investigator Previous Zombie Experience: N/A Martial Status:  Divorced Children:  June Drake - Ten Residence: Apt. 303 Years residing at The Wexley: 0 Connections: 

Birdie Drake - Younger Sister

Mauve Drake - Older Sister

Charlotte Rose - Girlfriend

[riosnecktattoo]

why don't you like spider from avatar the way of water :(

(spoilers obvs)

Firstly I would say that aspect of the plot was utterly uninteresting to me and every time it cut back to it I was kinda bored. I didn't mind him so much when he was with the Sully's at the start. Who we are sold as his family unit along with all the Na’Vi who he views as his people.

This was then the cornerstone for my dislike of him as the film progressed.

I went with my best friend and there were MULTIPLE times, in Spider’s scenes, where we turned to eachother with a wtf stink face that conveyed fuck this guy lol

He’s horribly unevenly written. From scene to scene his loyalties and affections change and that’s very hard to warm to. Especially since we are obviously Team Jake and his family and the Na’Vi.

Spider had one moment where he seems (rightly) sad over who his biological father is and then.......he’s captured by him and they become best buds. He really seems more fascinated than disgusted.

He is fully aware that Quarritch is a genocidal evil man and he’s literally actively hunting down with a view to murder Jake and his family. And Spider’s......chuckling and laughing with him? Having a good old father-son bond while they laugh about how he’s pronouncing I see you wrong. Just sweet little father-son things.

I feel like those scenes are written and performed so oddly that it’s hard to know what the film wants me to think about that character. And he is a perspective character, so how he engages with things is how we engage. In some ways he’s meant to be the audience surrogate, since he’s the only human lead. But Spider was all over the place. And not in an intersting ooooh where do his loyalties lie way because.......they should fuckin be with his people! Jake! Not helping his would-be murderer find him!?!

He’s literally smiling and laughing with Quarritch for the whole film and then just....present for a lot of war crimes that at best he’s overwhelmed by and at worst he’s....kind of interested in. And it made me (and most of my screen judging by the chorus of do it’s that sounded out when Neytiri had him under her knife) dislike him intensely.

This quote from an article - -  “Those scenes just don’t have enough emotion from Spider to really communicate the depths of his identity struggles, so he just seems weirdly interested — even complicit! — in harming these sick-ass majestic animals.” - - Like....exactly!

There’s definitely an argument that he doesn’t know where he fits in and Qaurritch obviously cares for him when Neytiri was calling his bluff but..........no? fuck that guy? 

Your ‘brother’ died saving you. They were all safe and away and they came back for you. And you save the man responsible for his death. Cool.

oh ALSO the two scenes where he’s.....scared of Neytiri cause he saw the video of her killing his dad? He should be fuckin impressed not having evil little thoughts which he so obviously was. Like....woman kills the evil man who is about to murder Jake, the man she loves. The evil man who also nuked her home and murdered thousands of her people and destroyed sacred sites with glee. That’s applause only!

ANYWAY.

Lastly just in general, in such a creative and visually stunning film I thought his character design was......bad, bland and thoughtless. And there were many times when I don't think the acting performance was very good. Like Zoe Saldana out-acted him (and everyone else) and she was a CGI cat. He often took me out of the world and in the worst spots I had to suppress a laugh.

[gretavanfleetposts]

An Indecent Proposal

Author’s Note ⭐: I’ve never written anything like this before so please go easy on me. A big thanks to @obetrolncocktails and @hyperfixated-gvf for all of the advice they gave me! This was for this ask so I hope you enjoy! (Also, for the record, Frodo was hot and yes, this is relevant) (Also also, I'm tagging @greta-flanveet and @streamsofstardust because they specifically asked. So I hope this isn't a huge disappointment lol)

Edit: This now has an alternate ending here!

Content Warnings: drinking, marijuana use, swearing, sexual content (18+, minors please please do not interact)

Category: smut

Word Count: 15k (I know, it’s a novel)

You always seemed to find yourself in interesting situations when the boys were involved. This particular situation, however, took the cake. By a long shot.

It always started the same, with a bad idea that was just a little too enticing to pass up. Suffice to say, over your many years of friendship with the boys, you’d heard each throw plenty of bad ideas out into the atmosphere. And as it just so happened, many of those bad ideas stuck their landing.

Tonight’s bad idea was the product of a tequila-laden fight amongst the band members you’d grown close with over the years. The five of you were gathered around Sam’s kitchen island, watching as he made a fresh batch of margaritas that were less margarita and more just tequila with a splash of lime. Regardless, you were drinking happily, an bystander to the argument the boys were having over who the groupies wanted to fuck most in the band; not an uncommon topic when they were tipsy and feeling competitive.

“I just feel like, as the only member of the band who doesn’t resemble a character from Lord of the Rings, I’m what women want,” Danny said to the group. He had just downed his fifth drink and was feeling a bit more bold than his sober self.

Sam was prodding his cheeks with his fingertips, abandoning his task of finishing the margaritas to immerse himself fully in the argument. “Shut up, Daniel. I’m the one with the perfect bone structure.”

“First of all,” Josh began, “everyone likes the Lord of the Rings-” He was practically talking to himself at that point as the volume of the others arguing over him drowned him out.

“How is this even a question when I’m literally in the band?” Jake asked incredulously. You always admired his overconfident attitude. It was a surprisingly good look on him.

“Obviously I’m Frodo and Frodo had a lot of sex appeal. We all saw him at the top of Mount Doom…” Josh was still monologuing about Danny’s Lord of the Rings comment when Jake cut him off.

“No one wants to fuck Frodo, Josh.”

“I’m also the frontman, for god’s sake, and that’s what women really want. They want to fuck the frontman…” Josh trailed off again.

Sam’s voice cut through the noise to insult his brother. “You hardly even do anything in the band.”

“I do more than all of you, Sam.”

“I don’t know, have you guys seen my biceps lately?” Danny was now flexing where he stood at the counter.

“Oh big deal, you can lift things,” Sam said, punctuating it with an eye roll.

“I’m just saying, they don’t call me Demolition Dan for nothing.”

“Just ask y/n,” Josh suggested, pushing his way back into the conversation loudly. “I bet she’d want to fuck the frontman.”

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to get you to go to bat for him and started with a condescending tone. “I’m sure everybody wants to fuck you all an equal amount-” It was the collective groans that cut you off.

“It doesn’t even matter,” Sam interjected. “Everyone knows I’m the best in bed anyway. Once they get a taste of the Samster, there’s no going back.”

“Yeah, I don’t think anyone who calls themself ‘the Samster’ can claim to be good in bed,” Danny teased, your laugh earning daggers from Sam’s eyes.

“Well I don’t know how good Frodo was in bed but-”

“Josh, for the last time, no one wants to fuck Frodo.” Jake tried to cut him off but Josh couldn’t be deterred this time.

“But I’m definitely better than the Samster; I’ve had way more practice.”

“There is absolutely no way that is true,” Sam countered with a flat tone.

“It’s cute that you guys are acting like it isn’t obvious I’m the best in bed.” There was Jake with his cockiness again.

“I’m surprised you’ve ever set your guitar down long enough to have sex.” You loved seeing Danny go toe-to-toe with the Kiszkas. He knew how to keep up.

“Yeah, the Les Paul doesn’t count, Jacob,” Josh added.

“I’m the best and we all know it. Tell ‘em, y/n.” Jake paused and looked at you expectantly, a flirtatious look in his eye that caused Sam to snicker to himself. You and Jake had never technically had sex although the look in his eye was heavily alluding to a particular night where things did get a bit…heated.

You tried to hide any sort of reaction and stared back blankly for a moment before you were confident enough in your voice to speak. “Well, I don’t really have anything to contribute here, probably on account of the fact that I’ve never had sex with any of you. So. Not really sure I have the necessary background knowledge to weigh in here, ya know?”

It was a decent cover. It stopped Sam’s snickering, at least. “She’s right. Everyone call someone they’ve had sex with. We’re resolving this.”

He was already pulling his phone out of his pocket when Danny reached over and took it from his hand.

“Nope,” he said flatly. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“Well how do you propose we resolve this then, Daniel?” His name sounded almost like an accusation.

"Easy, you just all have to sleep with the same person. Then have them tell you who's the best in bed," you chimed in.

Okay so maybe it had been your bad idea this time.

Silence fell over the four boys surrounding you as they each put a bit too much consideration into your idea.

“Oh my god, that wasn’t a real suggestion. Please don’t do that,” you added. But it was too late. There was your idea, floating around in the air. And it was about to stick it’s landing.

Sam was the first to give you a suggestive look, all but announcing his thoughts to the room.

"Not me," you clarified before him, or anyone else for that matter, had the chance to actually voice the suggestion.

“No, no, I think you’re on to something. Maybe you should volunteer.” He had a downright devilish grin on his face and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send a tinge of heat through your stomach.

But you protested anyway. "I just said not me."

“Well we can’t exactly have sex with a random person. They’d have to sign so much shit,” Jake replied in a matter-of-fact tone as if that was obvious.

“Here’s a better idea,” you started, trying to correct the course you had just sent everyone down. “Just don’t do it?”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Sam asked with a seemingly lighthearted smile that you didn’t buy for a second.

“You’re all seriously asking me to sleep with each of you so you can determine who is the best in bed? We’re all hearing this correctly?”

It sounded ridiculous to say it out loud like that but the boys didn’t seem to notice as they glanced around at each other, somewhat hesitant at first but then growing in confidence as none of them were met with any objections.

It was Josh that spoke up to answer your question. “Yeah, I think we’re all on the same page here,” he said with an all-too nonchalant nod.

If you were being truly honest with yourself, you weren’t totally opposed to going to bed with any of them. Sure, you were friends and only friends with each of them. But there had been moments over the years where lines were tiptoed. Or, at the very least, eyed.

Like the time Sam had asked you to attend a wedding with him and pretend to be his date. He was trying to make a specific girl jealous and, being the good friend you were, you promised to really sell it. At some point in the night you got the idea to kiss him on the dance floor while she was watching over her shoulder. And so you did. You leaned up on your tiptoes, took him by the shirt collar, and planted one on him. And when you pulled back, you were surprised to see a darker look in his eyes, one that suggested he was going after the wrong girl that night. It had left you in a puddle of nerves, the way he had looked at you. But the plan worked and he eventually took the other girl home.

Or the time you and Josh got high together and fell asleep on his living room floor. Getting together with Josh and smoking and talking the night away was not an uncommon occurrence for the two of you, No. And it wasn't even uncommon for Josh to spend a good portion of the night telling you how much he loved you and how happy he was to have you in his life. But that night you were more emotional than normal, having just broken up with your boyfriend at the time, and Josh had tried to make the night extra special. He had set out pillows and blankets all over the floor and prepared a chocolate fondue pot, your favorite guilty pleasure. The two of you smoked, ate way too many chocolate-dipped strawberries, and eventually fell asleep on the pile of blankets set out on his living room floor. When you woke up the next morning, you were entangled in him, your face pressed into the crook of his neck, your leg draped over his hip, and his arms wrapped tightly around you. And for a brief moment you had tilted your chin upward to watch him sleep peacefully, clinging to you like his life depended on it. It had sent butterflies flitting about your chest.

There was also the time you were rummaging around in Danny's room looking for a necklace he had borrowed and never given back. You were busy combing through trinket boxes on his dresser when he entered the room, unaware that you were there and fresh out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel hooked dangerously low around his hips. You had quickly turned and started to apologize but your words got caught in your throat as your eyes traveled to his glistening torso and then down to the muscular lines stretching from his hips and dipping below the towel. He had been frozen in place, too, a blush creeping into his cheeks at the way you undressed him with your eyes, and by the time you regained your ability to move and speak, you found yourself in the hallway outside his room, unreasonably hot and out of breath.

And then there was the one moment in particular where lines had been practically tripped over in your eagerness to cross them. You referred to it as The Jake Incident, although you really only referred to it as that in your head because neither you nor Jake had ever brought it up after it happened. You and Jake had made it a habit to have monthly music nights where you would go thrifting for records, go back to one of your places, and drink and listen for the rest of the night. It usually ended with one of you passed out on the other's couch at 5am. That particular night, however, things had taken a turn. Maybe the music had just spoken to you. Or more likely it was the whiskey buzzing through you. Regardless, at some point in the night, his lips had found yours, drunken and feverish, and Sam had walked in on a scene of the two of you in various states of undress, making out on Jake's couch. The two of you never spoke of it. And surprisingly, neither did Sam.

But to even entertain the idea of sleeping with all of them, and just so one of them could gloat about their dick game, no less. That was beyond ridiculous.

Right?

"I mean, I’m not considering it," you started, hesitantly. And you weren't considering it.

Well, maybe you were. "But say, hypothetically, I did agree. There would have to be rules."

"Absolutely," Josh nodded in agreement.

"I'm not doing anything...weird," you continued, stumbling over the articulation of your own thoughts which were traveling faster than the alcohol would allow you to process them.

"Define weird," Jake asked, his words dripping with an air of indecency that only you could hear.

You shook your head in an attempt to organize your thoughts. "I just mean if I'm ever going to look you all in the eyes again, it can't be anything too...scandalous."

"I think the whole thing might be scandalous, baby." Jake often called you baby. In fact, they all had their little pet names for you. But you could certainly rank them based on the effect they had on you and Jake's was at the top.

"Shut up, you know what I'm trying to say." You were still trying not to give yourself away but you could tell you were failing miserably. Still, you pressed on. "Also, I couldn’t just walk into a room and have sex with each of you back to back. I would need, like, at least a week in between so I didn’t feel insanely bad about myself. And maybe a little bit of romance to make it feel believable, too."

"Well, we could each take you on a little date beforehand. That way it felt more natural and comfortable," Danny chimed in.

You nodded lightly in approval of the idea. You couldn't believe you were seriously considering it but it had its appeal, as those bad ideas usually did. Not to mention, the alcohol probably did a lot of the heavy lifting in terms of convincing you.

Still, you waited several moments before voicing your agreement, not wanting to give the boys the satisfaction of knowing how easy it was to get you to say yes.

“I cannot believe I’m saying this but…what the hell. I’ll do it.”

No one really said anything but you could see the smug smile written very clearly on Sam and Jake's faces and you could only begin to guess what they were each thinking. So you continued in an effort to ignore them and their cockiness.

“About the order; it doesn't really make a difference, I suppose, but Jake goes last." He certainly deserved to suffer a little after practically jumping you that night over a year ago and then never bringing it up again.

"Maybe I want to be the first, baby," he objected but he seemed far too amused for you to take it as a serious protest.

"Too bad, so sad," was all you said as you downed the remainder of your drink.

He laughed at the short response. Some of it was probably directed at your demeanor, too. "Spoken like a true poet"

"Sorry I'm not being very eloquent right now; it's not everyday I get such an indecent proposal."

Sam had resumed his margarita-making and the boys began refilling their drinks, preparing to hash out all of the little details.

“Okay final rule," you added as you poured yourself a fresh glass of margarita on the rocks. "Absolutely no discussing me between any of you. This is strictly about you guys, not me. So no swapping stories.”

Each of the boys nodded and soon Sam and Josh were fighting over who got to go first. You sipped on your drink and watched, again feeling like a bystander the way you had earlier in the night, but this time the winner of the argument actually had an impact on your life. And out of the corner of your eye, you caught Jake staring at you, an amused smile still stretched across his face as he casually sipped on his own drink. It started a fire in the pit of your stomach and yet, at the same time, had you wondering what you had just agreed to.

“If this ruins my friendship with all of you, I swear to god I will be so mad."

Week One: Sam

In hindsight, agreeing to let Sam go first might have been a mistake. Sure, he was silly and lighthearted most of the time. But when he got that specific glimmer in his eye, the one he had given you that day at the wedding after you kissed him, a spark of deeply intense desire laced with a hint of mischief, it left you drowning in nerves.

And it certainly wasn’t any different this time around, exacerbated by the fact that you knew what was to come at the end of the night.

At least you’d have some time to just hang out with Sam first, although doing what you weren’t sure because he insisted on keeping his date a surprise. The only information he gave you was what time he wanted you to show up at his house.

As you walked up the steps to his front door, you allowed yourself a moment, taking a deep breath in an attempt to prepare yourself for the night ahead of you. Part of you imagined opening the front door only to find a naked Sam lying on a fur rug just inside the doorway, patting the spot next to him, beckoning you to join him. The image made you laugh. That was exactly the kind of thing he would do in this situation.

Finally finding your courage, you knocked lightly on the door. Under different circumstances, you would have just waltzed right in without so much as a knock to let him know you had arrived. But for some reason that felt wrong in this situation. God, you really needed to relax.

Just then the door swung open and there was Sam standing on the other side, fully clothed, no fur rug in sight, and accessorizing with a wide grin.

"Hey there, pretty girl. Ready to fuck?"

His cold open caught you off guard and you must have had shock written all over your face because he laughed at your reaction.

“I’m just kidding, y/n. God, you really need to relax,” he said, shooting you a wink that did nothing to calm your nerves.

Yeah, you really shouldn’t have agreed to let him go first.

Sam led you into his home, taking your coat and your purse for you before taking your hand and directing you toward the kitchen. You were slightly taken aback by the state of it. Numerous ingredients were arranged on his island, along with an assortment of mixing bowls, spoons, and various other gadgets that he had clearly gone out and bought earlier that day as they sat unopened on the marble countertop.

“I thought we could have a little baking competition,” he said cheerfully, the grin he wore from earlier still resting comfortably on his face. “It’ll be like a damn romcom in here.”

Excitement replaced your anxiety as the night was beginning to feel normal. “That sounds perfect,” you said smiling back at him. And then, “I am so going to beat you, Kiszka.”

—

An hour later, you and Sam each found yourselves furiously whisking the runny contents of the pre-baked desserts you were attempting to make. The counter, which was at one point neatly organized, was now a disaster, flour and sugar and a concoction of other ingredients spilled over a good spanse of the marble.

Sam had flour on his nose and cheeks and you definitely had a floury handprint on the back of your jeans, a product of Sam’s flirtations. The Hozier album playing in the background and the cocktail you were sipping on, Sam’s own creation, made the night go down smoother. You couldn’t rule out Sam’s coquettish advances either. He had a habit of being flirty, among other things, but in a way that put you at ease.

“Here’s a question for you," you said, dipping a finger into your bowl to taste your batter. "How exactly are we going to determine whose dessert is the best? We both know we’ll each just pick our own". The boys were definitely competitive but so were you. Maybe that was part of the reason you got along with them so well. You could relate to their antics. Clearly.

“Well, I was kinda thinking mine would just be so much better that you’d have no choice but to vote for me?”

You couldn’t help but hear the double meaning in what he was saying and you wondered to yourself for a moment if he had heard it too. Of course he had heard it; he had to have. Sam may have been the goofiest of the group but he wasn’t stupid. So you decided to play along.

“Oh, so you’re just assuming it’ll be the best?” It was more of a statement than a question.

He set his whisk down and turned to look you in the eye when he responded, and his reply all but confirmed your suspicions of the double meaning behind the conversation. “Y/n, I intend for this to be the best dessert you’ve ever had.”

You paused your whisking for a moment to meet his eyes before feeling your nerves begin to bubble up inside of you again. As you felt the butterflies rise in your chest, your eyes fell back to the bowl in your hands and you grabbed a cake pan to begin pouring batter, desperately clinging to the distraction instead of Sam’s eyes.

“Well, you might have some stiff competition,” you said as you spooned the last of the mixture into the pan and hoisted yourself up onto the counter to sit and wait for the oven to inform you it was finished preheating.

He laughed at your choice of phrasing with a light “Yeah, I bet,” but went back to his own whisking.

When the oven finally beeped, he poured his own batter into a tin and placed both his and yours in the oven, setting the timer, downing the rest of his drink, and turning around to face you from where you sat on the counter opposite him.

“We have an hour,” he said as he leaned back against the opposite counter. The look on his face was almost too mischievous, even for him.

You were unable to meet his gaze, not out of fear of what you would see but out of fear of what he would because beneath the nerves and the anticipation was his best friend, possibly way too into the idea of having sex with him and each of his bandmates, two of which were his brothers no less. How could he look you in the eyes and be okay seeing that? Especially after what he had seen you and Jake doing.

His response drifted to you from across the space separating you and it was as if he had been reading your thoughts. “Ya know, it’s okay if you don’t want to do this.” He paused for a brief second before adding, “And it’s also okay if you do.”

You watched your heels as they absentmindedly kicked against the cupboards behind them. “Do you want to do this?” you asked, trying to gauge his level of enthusiasm against your own.

He took a step forward, seemingly hesitant to reach out and touch you the way he so desperately wanted to.

“Yes, y/n, I want to do this.” He took another step forward before asking, “Do you?”

When you finally met his eyes, they were overflowing with that look you had been both nervously avoiding and yet eagerly awaiting all night. And you were instantly immersed in it, in him. Again you thought about the kiss at the wedding, the kiss you had initiated, the kiss that, despite the tingling it disturbed in your stomach, did nothing to disrupt the normalcy between you and Sam. The thought of it helped you make your mind up. And so you nodded.

Slowly he closed the distance between you and settled between your legs dangling off the edge of the counter. His eyes were trying desperately to read your face as his hands traveled with hesitance to your thighs. You could feel the heat from his palms through your jeans. You knew he was testing the waters, trying to avoid scaring you off by going too fast, and slowly he moved his body closer to yours.

In spite of the tingling you now felt in your fingers and hands, you reached up to lightly grip his shirt and pulled him into you as his hold on your thighs edged upward and tightened ever so slightly. The closer his mouth got to yours, the more his breathing picked up. And you were right there with him, losing your breath at the thought of his lips touching yours.

His gaze dipped to your lips then flickered back up to your eyes as if he was making sure you were still within his reach. And when he spoke, it was barely above a whisper.

“Just say stop if you want me to stop.”

You didn’t want him to stop. No part of you did. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, wanted to feel the heat radiating off his skin into you, you wanted to know what it was like to unravel with him. So you stayed silent and instead, pulled him harder into you by your grip on his shirt. And finally his lips met yours in a slow and careful kiss.

It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back as quickly as you had pulled him in but his breath was coming hard and fast as if he had been without air for several minutes. And if you had been able to focus on your own breathing, you would have heard the same sound coming from your lungs; as if you had each run a marathon.

He stared at you for a moment, seemingly trying to calculate his next move, before he made up his mind and leaned back in, his lips colliding with yours in a fiery heat, the likes of which you hadn’t felt in a while.

His hands moved to your hips, pulling you off the counter and into his body. His left hand stayed in its place there as his right traveled up your back, between your shoulder blades, and finally found the back of your neck, holding you close as he deepened the kiss.

His mouth was hungry against yours and it left you wanting more. You wanted to taste him, to feel every inch of him against you. You didn’t care that you were waltzing across a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. The only thing you were focused on was the way his body felt against yours.

You felt him pulling you away from the countertop as his mouth still worked against yours. Blindly he led you backwards, using one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed firmly against him and the other to feel for the familiar walls that lead to his bedroom, before you finally made it to your destination.

Once inside, his fingers found the hem of your sweater and seemingly found your nerves at the same time because your hand reached for his wrist to stop him, somewhat involuntarily.

“I’m sorry, did I go too far?” he asked, voice laced with concern.

You stared up at him for a moment, breathing still heavy, and did your best to steady yourself before taking a step back to gather yourself and giving him a very matter-of-fact look as you began to strip in front of him.

You pulled your sweater over your head first then worked on your jeans, Sam’s eyes never once leaving your body. And when you were left in just your bra and panties, he approached you again, letting his eyes roam over your exposed skin instead of his hands.

It made you smile, the thought of him not wanting to be the one to push too hard, like he was waiting for you to initiate the touch. So you reached for his hand and placed it on your lace-covered breast, encouraging him to move closer and do the same with his other hand.

You had opted for a lacy, powder blue matching set that, in all honesty, felt a bit shameful to put on. After all, what were you supposed to wear to a prearranged, purely-for-research booty call with one of your best friends? Surely something sexy.

“You dressed up for me,” he breathed.

“Well, I wanted to make a good first impression," you said, hoping you weren't making too big a deal of it.

“You’re driving me crazy, pretty girl. I’d say that’s a good first impression.”

He let his fingers admire the lace, slipping two under the strap of your bra and following the elastic from your shoulder down to where it met the cup. He was enthralled.

Your hands began tugging at his shirt while his head was still spinning at the image of you wearing nothing but lingerie and standing in his bedroom, signaling for him to match your level of nakedness. And he obliged, grabbing his shirt from between his shoulder blades and pulling it up over his head, tossing it somewhere on his bedroom floor where it would be forgotten. At the same time, your fingers were working on the button and zipper of his jeans and once he had discarded his shirt, he helped you work them down to his ankles and off his legs, leaving him in a similar state of undress as you, the only article of clothing left on his body being a pair of tight boxer briefs with sharks all over them. Your giggle was stifled by his mouth once again fitting against yours.

Holding you closer to him, he turned so he was walking backward this time, until his thighs hit the foot of the bed and he sat down. His grip on your waist pulled you into his lap and you straddled him, entangling your hands in his hair and using his moan as an opportunity to push your tongue past his lips. The feeling of him growing hard beneath you, the way he tasted of tequila and lime, the way his hands worked over your skin, fingers digging in to get a better grip so as not to lose you, it all spurred you on.

His lips moved across your cheek and he began peppering your jawline and neck with open-mouthed kisses while his fingers reached down into the space between you to gently rub the pad of his thumb over your lace-covered clit. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling and without even realizing it, your hips had begun to lift into his touch, desperate for more.

He paused his kissing but kept his finger moving as he spoke, his voice coming out breathlessly.

“Just for the record, that girl from the wedding didn’t hold a candle to you.”

It was a conscious effort to push past the sensations of his breath hot against your neck and the light teasing of his thumb to reply.

“Just take your boxers off, Sam.” It was punctuated by a light laugh that came out shaky due to your state but he did as he was told, nonetheless, and lifted his hips up, allowing you to pull his boxer briefs down. And in a moment, he had slipped two fingers around the lace separating you from him, pulled it to the side, and guided you down onto him by your hips. The moan that escaped your mouth as you felt him fill you was obscene and you would have been embarrassed by it if you weren’t so wrapped up in the feeling of him inside of you.

Pushing him back onto the bed, you used your grip in his hair as leverage to raise your hips, almost pulling off of him completely, before pushing back down on him, taking him fully to the hilt. His breath hitched in his throat at the feeling of being deeply seated within you and you could tell he was fighting to keep his eyes open as you repeated the action, slowly building into a rhythm that was agonizing and doing less to propel your forward as it was making your mouth water for more.

“I should have known you were a tease,” he practically gasped beneath you.

“Oh please, all you do is tease,” you retorted, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

He huffed an exasperated laugh, fighting to contain the groan building in his throat as you continued your almost-leisurely actions, when finally he had had enough of your teasing.

“I can’t take this anymore, y/n.” He took over then, grabbing your hips forcefully and setting a much faster pace, one that he kept up by meeting your hips with his own movements. It took the smugness right out of you as he thrusted upwards while simultaneously bringing you down on him, like he had a goal. And the way his cock was brushing perfectly against that spot deep inside of you that made your toes clench, he was sprinting toward that goal.

“Oh my god, Sam, right there,” you gasped, no longer in control of the situation, giving in to the feeling of his hips snapping up into yours.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” His dominant side was clearly taking over and all you could do was nod in response as you fell apart on top of him.

“Come on, beautiful, use your words,” he urged, slowing his pace while he waited for you to give him what he wanted.

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good. Just please, keep going.” Your voice did nothing to hide your desperation and that seemed to be exactly what he was looking for because soon the breath was pushed out of your throat by the force of him flipping you over onto your back and with his new position on top, he continued thrusting into you like nothing had happened.

His left hand reached down to pull your knee up and hitch it around his torso as the other frantically searched for a grip on the headboard, leverage for him to set an even more brutal pace. With each thrust, his tip grazed your g-spot deliciously and you felt your impending orgasm building within you.

And he must have been able to tell by the way your walls began contracting around him that you were close because he reached up to wrap his free hand around your throat, applying pressure to the sides with his fingertips and restricting the blood flow to your head as he whispered from above you, “That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me.”

And all at once, as if in one dizzying crescendo, your back arched off the mattress as your orgasm rocketed through your body, the oven timer beeping lost somewhere in the background. Obscenities dripped from Sam’s mouth and his eyes rolled back as he finished seconds later, slowing his pace to ride through his own orgasm before he collapsed on top of you, a panting mess.

After a moment, he rolled off of you and together, the two of you stared up at the ceiling while you each caught your breath.

“I think the cake’s done,” Sam said.

—

“Mine is way better,” you said, digging your fork into the cake you had made earlier in the night.

Sam was perched on the dining table next to where you sat in your chair, a plate of his own cake, slightly burnt compared to yours, in his hand.

“Yours isn’t even good,” Sam replied, choking down another bite of his.

“Yours is literally burnt,” you rebutted, gesturing to the dark bits on his cake.

“Yeah because it stayed in the oven for too long.”

“Well whose fault is that?”

“Um, I’d say mostly yours because I was waiting for you to orgasm.”

You rolled your eyes in his direction and continued eating your cake.

Week Two: Josh

“One down, three to go,” you thought as you stared at yourself in the mirror, getting ready to go to Josh’s place for the night. Your evening with Sam a week prior had gone different than expected. Maybe a little better than you had imagined. And in the days that followed, Sam was totally normal around you, much to your relief.

“Sometimes friends sleep with each other. No big deal.” That was what you kept telling yourself. And you had to admit, it made the thought of going to Josh’s house that night a lot less nerve-wracking. Although you anticipated the dynamic with Josh would be a little different.

You and Josh were close in a different way than could be said for you and Sam. Sure, Josh was flirty too. But Josh was also a bit more genuine with you. You knew how much you meant to him and that your friendship was no small thing to him. It was no small thing to you, either. And as you got dressed and ready for the night ahead, you silently wondered if it would feel the same as it had that morning you woke up in his arms.

When you arrived at Josh’s later that evening and you first gazed upon him as he opened the door, it was clear by the lines creasing his forehead that he was just as nervous as you were, maybe more. You wanted to reach out and touch him to soothe him. You wanted to tell him to forget the little situation you had gotten yourselves into, that the two of you would just spend a normal night together, talking and laughing and enjoying each other's company the way you usually did.

“Hey there, mama,” he said with a smile, attempting to mask what he was feeling.

You gave him a soft smile back. “Hey there, Joshy.”

It was the nickname that seemed to put him at ease as he led you through his house and into the living room.

“Please tell me we’re not watching Lord of the Rings,” you teased, trying to lighten the tension that was palpable in the room.

He laughed and smiled wide but shook his head. “No, no. Something a little more romantic, I hope.”

There were two pillows arranged on the floor on opposite sides of his coffee table. Candles adorned most of the surfaces in the room and a Fleet Foxes record spun softly in the background. A bottle of wine sat perched atop ice in a metal bucket at the end of the small table and in the center there was a bubbling pot of chocolate being warmed by an electric burner. Small plates of assorted fruits sat around it and two empty wine glasses marked the places for each of you.

“I wanted to recreate that night we spent together,” he said, gesturing to the setup with his arms wide.

You could feel the excitement bubbling up inside you. “Does that mean you have weed, too?”

He turned to smile at you. “It sure does, mama.”

—

You and Josh were about halfway through the pot of chocolate on the table, both of you considerably crossfaded given the weed and wine. It was quite the sleepy combination but you had never felt more relaxed. And you’d never felt more giggly, either.

“Who was that guy you had just broken up with the last time we did this?” Josh asked, moving from his seat on the floor to the couch as he lit up a second joint between his teeth.

You, on the other hand, opted to lie back on the floor and stare up at the ceiling as you talked. “His name was Bryan. You don’t remember him?”

“Oh I remember him,” he said with a huff, blowing smoke into the room. “That guy was so bland.”

“God, so bland,” you agreed in a fit of giggles.

You thought for a moment about that poor guy you had dated. He was nice enough but he was nothing close to what you wanted. You needed a little more adventure, a little more excitement. Better sex, at the very least.

“You guys have forever ruined everyone for me,” you continued in a more serious tone, thinking about how no one had really ever lived up to any of the boys. Nothing ever worked out because a part of you, buried deep inside you, knew that it had to be one of them.

“Is it our god-like looks or the fact that we’re in a band?” he asked in a conceited and joking manner that sent you into another bout of giggles.

“I think it was both actually. No one is quite as talented or as pretty as you four.”

You could tell he was smiling even without seeing him. “You’re not so bad yourself, mama.”

His response made you laugh. “‘Not so bad’, what a terrible compliment.”

It was his turn to fall into a fit of laughter. “I think you’re pretty, y/n. How’s that?” he asked, trying to contain his own laughter.

“Much better, Joshy.”

You could hear him take another puff of the joint in his hand before he added, in a more serious tone, “Of course I think you’re pretty. We all do.”

You lost a bit of your ease with those last few words. “We all do.” It tied your stomach in knots hearing those words come out of his mouth and to avoid giving too much of yourself away in that moment, you gave him a simple, “Well good.”

There was a beat of silence as the two of you marinated in the heat rising in the room before you finally spoke again.

“He never even made me cum.”

“Bryan?”

“Yeah.”

“Well that makes sense. He wasn’t in a band.”

You would have laughed if it weren’t for the fact that the unspoken conversation had shifted to a much more serious mood, one laced with substance-fueled desire.

“Are you going to make me cum?” There was no going back now.

“Yes.” He said it so matter-of-factly and the single word sent goosebumps across your skin. And then he added, “But I'm not going to pressure you. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

“If we don’t do anything, then I’ll just have had sex with Sam and he will never let me forget that.”

He laughed at your reasoning. “I would never make you suffer that fate. He can be quite insufferable”

“Thank you.”

You laid there on the floor for another moment, letting the silence wash over you again while you found your courage. And once you did, you stood and made your way over to where he sat on the couch. He never took his eyes off you as you slowly, and carefully, moved into his lap.

He still had the joint in his hand and he brought it up to his lips to take another drag as you settled your legs over his thighs. Pressing his hand against the small of your back to hold you in place, he leaned forward to set the joint down on the ashtray sitting on the coffee table, holding the smoke in his mouth until he straightened back up. With his eyes still locked on yours, he let the smoke float out of his mouth as he zigzagged his jaw back and forth once. It was something that he often did when smoking or vaping and it never failed to drive you over the edge with lust.

He was still looking up at you with caution visible in his expression but his hands found your thighs nonetheless. Your breath shook as it escaped you and for a moment you wondered when the nerves had set in. Probably somewhere in between him promising he was going to make you cum and the position you were now in.

Using your hand on the side of his neck and your thumb under his jaw, you gently pushed his chin upward so that the back of his head rested comfortably on the back of the couch, giving him a perfect view of your face hovering close to his from your position on top of him. Despite the tinge of uncertainty in his eyes, his skin was hot to the touch and the vein protruding from his neck suggested he was exerting himself.

You rarely saw him this way. Josh was always so confident and you hated to see him unsure of his actions, waiting with baited breath for someone else to make a move. You longed to put him out of the misery he dwelled in as irresolution burned his lungs and numbed his fingertips. So carefully, you leaned in, never averting your eyes as your face pulled closer and closer to his. Finally your eyes fell to his lips as you closed the last of the distance and you could hear him hum a relieved sigh against your mouth.

The kiss was warm and inviting, just like Josh. Just like you knew it would be. It relaxed the tension in your body and you sighed in response, allowing yourself to fall into him with contentment. He took this as a sign to deepen the kiss, lifting his head up ever so slightly to catch your mouth again, this time with more fervency and intention behind the action.

Your wandering hand found his cheek as you kissed and gradually, both of your hands made their way into his hair, your fingers curling into his plush brown locks and finding a firm hold that earned the softest of moans from Josh.

It wasn’t a sound you had ever heard before and suddenly you were captivated by the thought of hearing it again, giving his hair a firmer tug in search of it. A louder moan fell from Josh’s lips that time and you could feel him growing hard beneath you, his hands beginning to roam your body.

Your head fell backward as his lips traveled from yours down your neck and across your chest, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin above your breasts. His fingers found the tie of your wrap dress and once the bow had been freed, you helped him by shirking the dress off your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground in a puddle of silky fabric.

With one hand he held you in place at the hip, allowing himself a moment to in the sight of you. He let his eyes linger for a moment over every inch of your exposed skin. It felt practically indecent and you drank it up.

As you sat back on his thighs, you took the opportunity to lift his shirt up over his head, exposing his smooth, tanned chest. You let your hands feel around as you leaned into him to connect your lips again, letting your tongue glide against his bottom lip before he opened his mouth for you. And you felt his sharp inhale as your fingertips danced down along his happy trail.

When you felt the hem of his pants, you began working on the tie as he unclasped your bra and let his mouth wander further down your chest. He kissed and sucked the sensitive skin around your left breast as he massaged your right in his hand and it took all of your focus to work on the task of removing his pants.

Finally he lifted his hips to help you slide his pants and boxers down and you stole yourself a moment to gaze down at him. Josh was nothing short of beautiful and for a second you wondered how you had even ended up here, with him like this.

You stood to remove your own bottoms, finally meeting him in a similar state of undress, and then you found your place on his lap again. Keeping your eyes fixed on his, you took him in your hand, gave him a few pumps, then lined him up at your entrance. When you finally sank down onto him, his head fell back at the feeling.

“Fuck, mama,” he breathed.

Your right hand reached up to his neck again and your left moved back into his tousled curls, practically wrapping yourself around his frame as you began to bounce on his lap. His own hands found your hips and helped guide your rhythm.

The noises falling from his lips were obscene and they spurred you on, encouraging you to move your hips faster. And soon he was matching your movements, thrusting up into you, reaching deeper inside you and making your eyes water at the sensation. He fought to keep his eyes open and fixed on you, not wanting to miss a single image of you, face flushed with pleasure from the sensation of his cock plunging deep inside of you.

The sight beneath you was one to behold, too. You'd only ever seen him like this on stage, a product of the music flowing through him. But this? Now? It was all because of you.

His head was thrown back, accentuating his neck which was covered in a sheen of sweat. At a particularly hard thrust, his mouth fell open with a gasp and his eyes rolled back into his head. He was falling apart beneath you.

But suddenly he seemed to collect himself ever so slightly, wrapping one arm around your waist and letting the other travel up your back to rest between your shoulder blades. He guided you down onto him with more force, setting a much quicker, much harsher pace.

“Fuck, Josh, yes.” The words tumbled out of your mouth and all at once you were shot close to the finish line, his name now repeatedly falling from your mouth as the first waves of pleasure began to wash through you.

“Let go for me, mama,” he encouraged with a whisper and with a few more thrusts, the wake of your orgasm crashed through you, followed soon after by his own release as he moaned your name into your neck.

You slowed the movement of your hips as you both came down from your high, before halting altogether and resting your cheek against the side of his face as you caught your breath. You could still smell the weed in his hair, still taste the wine on your own tongue. It was a dizzying concoction.

He pulled away from you again and your skin mourned the loss of his warmth but when his eyes found yours, he was wearing a smile.

“I told you I’d make you cum,” he said, sending you both into uncontrollable giggles.

Week Three: Danny

One week later, you found yourself standing in front of Danny’s front door, your hand hovering over the doorbell. Your night with Josh had felt easy, much to your surprise, but your feelings for Danny pushed a little further into the lust category than they did for the two previous boys.

Danny had planned a night of at-home wine tasting in his cozy kitchen and you were trying not to let your nerves overshadow the fun you knew the two of you would have together. But it would take a glass or two to stop your hands shaking.

Danny’s kitchen was well-adorned with plants, already giving it a ‘vineyard’ feel. But when you entered this time, he had pulled out all of the dim lighting he could to set the mood. He had even set up his record player in a small nook of the kitchen so you could listen as you drank.

He let you pick the record and for his amusement, you chose The Battle at Garden’s Gate, not exactly the quietest album for the evening but it made him chuckle nonetheless and the sound radiated through you like the warmth of the sun. His laugh always had a warming effect.

“Now, I’m no sommelier but I did read up on the basics.” He picked up one of the bottles displayed in front of you and began to uncork it.

“Oooh, how fancy,” you mused, albeit somewhat absentmindedly. Your gaze was transfixed on Danny’s bicep as he worked on the bottle, the way the muscles in his arm flexed and strained with his movements. Danny was a different type of attractive than the other boys. They were all beautiful, of course. But there was just something about Danny. Maybe it was the muscles, the way he was a downright hunk. Maybe it was his sweet demeanor. Or possibly a combination of the two. Whatever it was, it was on full display tonight and it was already driving you a little crazy.

As you watched him handle the bottle, all you could focus on was the size of his hands dwarfing the glass. And given the circumstances, you decided to let yourself get lost in him. At least for the night. But his voice cut through your imagination running wild at the thought of being beneath his hands.

“Our first wine of the night is a 2015 Bordeaux, paired with brie.” Danny handed you a glass of the red liquid and a small plate with a few pieces of cheese on it, pulling you back into the moment. You swirled the glass in your hand, the way you had seen it done on TV, and took a sip, making a face as the bitter wine traveled down your throat. Danny laughed at the reaction.

“Not good, sweetheart?”

“It’s not my favorite,” you said through your disgust but downed the rest of the glass anyway.

He poured himself a glass before taking a sip, making the same disgusted face you had made a second ago, bringing a laugh out of you now.

“2015 was a great year for wine,” he joked, his face still turned up into a grimace. Your giggling was certainly spurring him on and you were both growing more comfortable with the situation.

“But the next one,” he said as he grabbed the next bottle and displayed it to you with two hands as if he were in a restaurant, trying to upsell a patron. “This one will be magnificent.” He gave you a quick wink that had more of an effect on you than he probably intended and he began uncorking the bottle.

Again, you watched his biceps flex through his gray thermal, watched the veins protrude ever so slightly in his exposed forearms. But this time, he definitely caught you looking because he let out a low chuckle that wasn’t as lighthearted as his usual laugh.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Damn him and his sexy arms. And that little pet name, too.

He took your glass from you and filled it with a shimmering white liquid, passing it back to you along with a different assortment of cheeses.

“This one’s a chardonnay and there’s no way it can be bad.”

You didn’t so much sip as you did gulp this time around, all too aware of his eyes fixed on you. When you finally came up for a breath, he laughed. Amusement was written all over his face.

“Is it a winner?” he asked as he poured himself some.

“Oh yeah, that one is good.” When he set the bottle down, you took the initiative to pour yourself a bit more. He downed the contents of his glass and nodded contentedly, giving you a thumbs up as he swallowed, which sent another giggle through you.

Danny’s ability to be sexy and cute at the same time was unmatched in the group.

“Let’s try another red. One of these must be good.” Danny chose another bottle at random and worked the cork off, pouring it into the glass you were holding out to him. The first two wines were definitely starting to catch up to you but you didn’t mind, having decided that being tipsy wouldn’t be the worst thing ever.

As you swirled it in your hand, Danny poured himself a glass and turned the bottle, hiding the label from you.

“Do you want to guess what this one is?” he asked with a smile.

You thought back to all of the times you had seen other people taste wine, in movies and television, and brought the glass up to your nose to smell the flavors. But of course, the difference between them and you was that you had no idea what you were doing. Or what you were smelling for.

“Ah yes,” you said, as if the answer was coming to you. “I’m getting hints of….red.”

Danny laughed, throwing his head back the way he did, giving you a full view of the muscles in his neck.

You tore your eyes away before he could catch you again. “No, no, okay. This one is…” You thought back to all of the red wine names you knew, which wasn’t many. “Pinot Noir?”

“Okay I know you just guessed but I’m impressed.” He spun the bottle back around so you could see that you had guessed right and you bowed playfully in front of him before taking a sip at the same time he did, disgust washing over both of you.

When you finally swallowed and started giggling, he had to force himself not to laugh so as not to spit his out. It was endearing to watch him this way. It reminded you why you loved Danny so much.

After an hour or so had passed and several bad reds had been sipped, Danny was choking down another wine he didn’t like. He sighed to collect himself before speaking. “Okay, how about this one.” He turned to open the cupboard behind him and when he spun back around, he had a bottle of your favorite pinot grigio in his hand; a $13.99 bottle from the grocer close to your house.

“Ahhh, now this one I think I’ll like.” You smiled to yourself as he screwed the cap off (yes, it has a screw cap) and poured you a hefty glass, the way you usually did when you were drinking alone on a Friday night after work. You welcomed the flavor and let the taste wash the others out of your mouth.

He did the same as Stardust Chords began playing in the background, quickly swallowing a good portion of the glass he had poured himself.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked, setting his glass down and extending his hand to you.

“I would love to,” you replied softly, setting your glass down as well and taking his hand.

He pulled you in for a slow dance to the not-so slow song and the two of you swayed together for a moment, one of his arms wrapped around your waist as the other reached up to take your hand. His eyes were fixed on yours and there was a smile on his face. You could tell he was just happy to be there with you and you were too, despite the nerves that you felt rushing up your spine at his prolonged eye contact.

He chuckled lightly at the song picking up. “This is a terrible song to dance to.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. It really was. But you didn’t really mind.

You didn’t respond but simply nodded before looking up at him again, catching his eyes still transfixed on you. You got lost there for a moment, staring up at him. This was the closest the two of you had ever been and you could smell the cologne radiating off of him, you could smell the shampoo he had used in his hair earlier that day. It was all very Danny.

As the beginning notes to Light My Love crackled through the record player, the look in his eyes changed ever so slightly and he leaned in, connecting his lips to yours in a sweet and soft kiss.

And just as the song picked up to the lyrics ‘your mind is a stream of colors’, the kiss picked up too as Danny pushed his mouth harder against yours. Without even thinking about it, your hands reached up to grip his thermal and pull him further into you. His left hand found your waist as his right wrapped around your back and gripped your shoulder. You clung to each other like that for several moments before Danny pressed his hips into yours ever so slightly, eliciting the softest of moans from you.

He pulled back, as if he were surprised by the reaction he had managed to coax from you and you were breathless as you watched and waited for him to make another move.

He took a step back and you could tell there was hesitancy in his actions, probably at the thought of this situation playing out and finally becoming real. And for a moment you thought he was going to back out of the challenge. You certainly wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. But instead his demeanor changed and the look of caution on his face was replaced with a much darker, much more daring version of Danny. You could see it in the smirk he gave you as he held his hand out to you like he had when he’d asked you to dance with him. And just like you had earlier, you took his hand and he led you to his bedroom.

Barely inside, his mouth found yours again, this time with much more heat than before, and you reveled in the way his tongue explored your mouth. But it was over too soon and your mouth audibly mourned the loss of his when he pulled away, evoking a light chuckle from him before he moved his lips down to suck a hickey into the bit of skin exposed just above the deep neckline of your top.

Bringing his face back up to yours, he whispered a question you were pretty sure he already knew the answer to.

“Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?”

You nodded your continued consent but he shook his head in disapproval. “No, I need to hear you say it.”

If the fuse hadn’t already been lit, his assertive tone would have been the match that lit it. He was rarely ever this way but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Yes, I’m sure.” The words escaped your mouth much more breathlessly than you had intended but the way the smirk from earlier returned to his face, turning up one corner of his mouth, told you he was satisfied with the effect he was having on you.

He gazed down at you for a moment, his lips parted and his eyes giving away some of the unspeakable thoughts he was thinking as he looked you up and down slowly, before he replied with an utterly serious tone. “Good. Take off your clothes and get on all fours.”

There was no hesitation in your actions as you did as you were told, stepping backward to strip as his eyes watched you intently, then climbing onto the bed on all fours facing the headboard. You had to admit, though, it felt a bit impersonal for Danny. Not that you really knew what he was like in bed, of course, but you knew him fairly well as a person, having been friends for quite some time. Danny was sweet; he was warm and sensual. This position didn’t feel like the Danny you knew.

So when you felt him climb onto the bed behind you, wrap his arm around your bare chest, and pull you into an upright position on your knees with your back pressed flush against his chest, it was like the wind had been knocked out of you. His right palm was splayed flat in the middle of your chest, keeping you firmly in place against him, as if he didn’t want a single inch of your skin to escape him. He must have shed his clothes while you were positioning yourself because you could feel his bare skin against yours, his hard cock pressed against your ass. The feeling made your heart race in your chest.

His left hand came up to brush the hair out of your eyes and over your shoulder as he dipped his head down to whisper tantalizingly in your ear.

“Is it okay if I use my fingers, sweetheart?”

You would have laughed incredulously at him asking so nicely if you hadn’t been so flustered. The image of his hands undoing you like the wine corks from earlier was all too enticing.

“Yes, please,” you breathed as he began kissing down your jawline to the tip of your shoulder.

You could feel him growing harder behind you and you longed to turn around and touch him. But he kept you firmly in place with a hand flat against your stomach that began to travel down, lower and lower, until he reached the spot you wanted his touch the most.

His finger slid through your folds easily as you were already dripping from the buildup to this point and using the slick, he rubbed easy circles on your clit, coaxing a deep sigh from your throat. And as he slipped one finger inside of you, your head fell back onto his shoulder with a squeaky moan that brought a devilish smile to his face.

His finger pumping in and out of you, you couldn’t help but appreciate how skilled he was with his hands, just as you had suspected, and you were quickly falling apart at his touch, evident in the way you were squirming and moaning against him.

His unoccupied hand reached up to grip the headboard as he slipped another finger in, rendering you a moaning mess as his fingers began to curl inside of you. And when you were right on the brink of falling off the ledge that you were teetering dangerously on, he removed his fingers, resulting in an audible groan from you.

He chuckled but pushed his fingers into his mouth to lick the taste of you off his skin before he grabbed your chin and turned your head to the side, pulling you into a fiery kiss.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as he pulled back. “I’ll take care of you.”

You were practically dizzy with lust and couldn’t stop yourself from grinding back on him, desperate for some relief. Thankfully he didn’t make you wait long.

Taking himself in his hand, he eased the tip into you before placing his hand back on your stomach to steady you as he guided himself the rest of the way in. The sound that fell from your lips was downright pornographic as you felt him fill you completely.

He stayed like that for a moment, completely sheathed inside of you, waiting for you to adjust to his size. But you quickly urged him to move with a hand wrapped around his bicep that was now supporting most of his weight against the headboard.

Slowly, he dragged out of you, almost completely, before snapping his hips and slamming back into you fully. And the way his tip pressed against your sweet spot, you knew you weren’t going to last long in his arms.

He repeated his previous actions and as he thrusted back into you, his name dripped off your lips. You could tell you had ignited something within him because his pace quickened and he soon found a brutal rhythm that had you moaning with practically each thrust.

His right hand found your clit again as he fucked you relentlessly, returning back to the circles he was drawing earlier and bringing you closer to the high he had pulled you down from too soon.

Your head still rested on his shoulder as your vision started to go blurry at the edges, and your hand gripped his wrist, urging him not to stop.

“Fuck, Danny, I’m so close.” You hardly recognized your voice as the words fell from your lips.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he said. And with that, you let go, being shot into a chasm of pleasure at his hands.

As you began to settle down, his hand moved from your lower half up to the back of your neck where he tangled his fist in your hair. With his hand no longer holding you against him, you fell forward slightly, catching yourself with your other hand against the headboard. Seemingly in an effort to keep you close, Danny’s fist tugged your hair harder, bringing your head back to meet his shoulder and causing your back to arch. The new position allowed him a deeper angle, every thrust now hitting that perfect spot within you and eliciting a noise from you that at any other time would probably flush your cheeks with embarrassment. But at this point you couldn’t care less. The only thing that mattered to you was the feeling of Danny deep inside you, drawing another orgasm out of you.

You found yourself quickly becoming incoherent again and you could tell he was close as his grip on your hair tightened and his thrusts grew sloppy.

"Fuck," he growled next to your ear. His breath was hot against your skin and it fueled the fire you were feeling in your stomach.

“Do you think you can come again? With me this time?” he asked, as if you had any say in the matter and his dick wasn’t going to be your undoing.

His name was all you were able to choke out as your eyes rolled backward and your second orgasm began washing through you.

“I know sweetheart, I’m right there. Finish with me.”

It was the combination of his words and his teeth subsequently sinking into the corner of your jaw that unraveled you fully for a second time within his grasp, this time with him. His breath hitched with his own release but his hips maintained their brutal pace, before finally he slowed to a halt.

In the aftermath, his comment from a few weeks earlier finally caught up with you and you laughed as he held you in his arms.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, chuckling lightly at your post-sex reaction.

“‘Demolition Dan’, I think I just got that.”

Week Four: Jake

If your nerves were bad with Danny, it was nothing like your nerves with Jake. Everything just felt so deliberate with him. It had felt that way even before The Jake Incident.

From the moment you walked through his front door, you knew you were going to be a mess of nerves until he finally touched you. And probably even then, too. But for now, you had to at least pretend to be calm.

Jake was making dinner for you and by the smell of his house when you entered, he had already gotten started. There was even a cocktail waiting for you on the counter as he returned to the dish he was adding spices to on the stove.

“I figured a little alcohol would probably go a long way,” he jested as he threw back the remainder of his Jack and Coke.

There was a Black Keys album playing in the background and it seemed to tie the whole picture together for you. Jake, standing over the stove, cooking something delicious, his shirt unbuttoned and exposing his chest as he filled his glass with straight Jack Daniels this time. It all seemed a little too easy for him.

This man was going to be the death of you.

“Can I help you with anything?” you asked, desperate for a task to occupy your hands.

“Yeah, you can sip on your drink and look pretty,” he said, throwing a smile your way.

You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully but decided your cocktail glass was probably the only thing your shaky hands could grip at the moment. So you downed your glass and quickly poured yourself another before settling against the counter next to where he stood in front of the stove.

You watched him intently as he cooked. He was so focused, carefully spooning in ingredients already prepared next to him, adjusting the temperature of the burner with care. You admired the way his hands wrapped around spoons and knobs, the way his fingers dipped into a bowl of salt to grab a pinch. You let yourself appreciate the way his long silver necklace bounced against his bare abdomen as he moved about.

You watched him like that for a while, letting the record fill the silence as he worked and you both drank. It was peaceful and eventually you felt your nerves begin to calm, although you still must have appeared somewhat jittery because Jake seemed to take note, giving you a light chuckle that seemed to hold a bit more smugness than appreciated. You couldn’t even imagine what you had looked like when you first arrived. You didn’t want to, really.

“You know, I’m not going to jump you or anything.” His voice was reassuring and his eyes found yours, searching for proof that his words had had the desired calming effect but the glimmer of cockiness never left his eye.

“I know,” you said in a barely-audible whisper.

“Okay, good.” He turned back to the pan on the stove, stirring it to make sure it didn’t burn. "Because I'm not going to touch you until you ask me to."

"And what if I don't?" You implored as you folded your arms across your chest.

"Then so be it," was all he said. It was very matter-of-fact. But he changed the subject before you had time to question him further.

“Now, tell me how my brothers were.”

You couldn’t control your laugh as it escaped you, the nature of his question catching you off guard. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

“You never said we couldn’t swap stories with you.” He wasn’t wrong. Maybe there was a loophole there.

You chuckled again and stared up at the ceiling as you sipped your drink. “They were good, that’s all I’m saying.”

He gave you a ‘tsk’ as he shook his head. “I’d bet anything that Danny has been the best so far.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Because I’ve met you, baby.” The way that word dripped off his tongue was tantalizing to say the least.

“Isn’t it more about him than it is about me?” you questioned, trying to get a read on where this was going.

“Hardly,” was all he said, leaving you with no satisfaction.

You gave him a dissatisfied ‘hmmph’ that seemed to amuse him but as you turned away from him and your hair swung gently away from your neck, he did a double take, catching sight of something that seemed to amuse him even more.

Setting the spatula in his hand down, he turned toward you and brushed the hair off your shoulder, letting it fall behind your back, all the while careful not to touch your skin. As his fingers hovered over a spot on your skin, you knew without looking what was there: the faded remnants of the hickey Danny had left on your chest.

His lips spread into a smirk as he traced the purple bruise lightly with his eyes, laughing to himself. Even without him touching you, you could feel the goosebumps radiating from that point throughout your whole body. It was almost absurd how much of an effect he had on you.

“What’s so funny, Kiszka?” you asked, trying to hide your thoughts turning sinful.

He shook his head first before saying, “You’re so beautiful.” And then, as his hand moved to grip the counter behind you, causing him to lean in dangerously close, he added, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

You weren’t entirely sure how to respond. There were certainly no words and the only thing you really wanted to do was hoist yourself up onto the counter and pull him between your legs to let him have his way with you right there in the kitchen. But at this point, you were still stunned into silence and inaction and so he pushed away from the counter and began plating pasta.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said, as if nothing had just happened.

—

Dinner went on as it normally did when the two of you hung out together. Jake talked about music and the different projects he and the guys were working on at the moment. You told stories about work and your own friends, all the while avoiding the elephant in the room.

The food he had made was delicious and the atmosphere was a complete shift from the intense flirting that had gone on right before you sat down. It almost reminded you of the night of the incident, how normal things had been before you found yourselves in a flurry of buttons being undone, zippers being unzipped, and one front door opening without anyone hearing. Like the calm before the storm.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” Jake’s voice was an intrusion but a welcome one, and you breathed in deeply, trying to clear your head and think of a convincing lie.

“I’m thinking about the fact that this is the first time you’ve ever cooked dinner for just me.” It wasn’t true; the first time he had ever cooked dinner for just you and not the boys was three years ago. You had been desperately ill for a week and you could barely get out of bed. Jake had made you stew and brought it to your bedside. It was delicious. You doubted he remembered.

“That’s not true. I made you soup when you were sick that one time.” So he did remember. Which probably meant he saw through your lie too. “And that’s not what you were thinking about.”

He knew you too well.

“Then why don’t you tell me what I was thinking about,” you challenged, beginning to feel a bit braver thanks to the liquid courage hitting you.

He set his fork down and sat back in his chair, his air of cockiness never once evading him as his eyes watched yours closely. “You were thinking about that night, weren’t you?”

Your daring attitude wavered a bit and for your own sake, you decided to play dumb. “I’ve experienced a lot of nights, you’re going to have to be more specific.” You wiped your mouth with your napkin and then finally when you set it down, you met his gaze, trying to make a point with your actions.

“Maybe I should jog your memory for you.”

To your surprise, Jake stood up out of his chair and slowly made his way around the table, coming to a stop behind your chair. When he leaned down and rested his palms on the table on either side of you, you could feel his breath on your neck and you could smell the scent of the cologne cascading off his skin.

“I believe it started with a particular White Stripes record and a bit too much whiskey,” he reminisced in your ear. “You were wearing that little dress you have, the one with the flowers all over it that drives me crazy.”

Your breathing had certainly picked up but you tried to hide it as he continued. “I had already been thinking about you all day and then finally I got the courage to make a move. You had your tongue in my mouth within seconds and I couldn’t fucking wait to have you screaming my name. But then my idiot brother walked in.”

You felt the tip of his nose graze your hair ever so slightly but he kept his promise and didn’t touch you. It was agonizing. Even worse, he could clearly see your agony written all over you because he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, “All you have to do is ask, baby.”

But he didn’t wait for you to respond, drawing out your agony and instead reaching down in front of you and taking your plate, carrying it to the sink and again acting as if nothing had happened. Your eyes watered from frustration and quickly you stood from your seat, turning to face him.

“Do you have something to say?” he asked in an arrogant tone, a tone that almost made you want to grab your coat and purse and leave. But your mind was clouded by need, a need that only he could fill. And he was arrogant because he knew it.

“You are such a goddamn tease, you know that? You’re worse than your brothers.” You were practically fuming as you approached him.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one that has been pretending for the last year and a half that nothing happened between us,” he argued back.

“I’m the one? You never even said a word about it!” How were you supposed to know it wasn’t just a drunken mistake on his part? Something he immediately regretted the moment he realized what he was doing?

“Oh I think I‘ve made myself pretty clear about my feelings for you since then.” His frustration was now beginning to match your own.

“Yeah and maybe you just forgot to share that information with me, Jake.”

“Then ask me,” he said, his tone harsh and his eyes dark. But he was met with silence as you just stood there staring at him, breathing heavier from the anger that had seeped into your demeanor.

He let out an exasperated sigh at your silence. “Y/N, ask me,” he said again, this time more desperation in his voice than frustration. And it undid you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, sighing to yourself. You could no longer deny that you so desperately wanted to finish what had been started that night that Sam had walked in. You wanted every part of him and you were tired of pretending you didn’t.

It came after another moment of silence but when you finally spoke, your tone matched his. Desperate. “Just touch me, Jake.”

He wasted no time crossing the distance between you and crashing his lips against yours, pushing you back against the wall in the process. Your hands cupped his face as you lost yourself in the way he tasted on your tongue and the way he felt on your skin.

Quickly he pulled you away from the wall, never letting your lips leave his as he walked you backward toward the table where you had just dined together, using his free hand to reach up the bottom of your dress and pull your panties down as you walked.

When the back of your thighs hit the table, he bent down and hooked his hands under the underside of your knees, lifting you onto the table as his tongue continued to explore your mouth the same way it had that night a year and a half ago.

Your hands found the button on his jeans and undid it quickly, working the zipper after and tugging the material down past his hips. You began working on his remaining shirt buttons then, which wasn’t many, but he pushed you back onto the table before you could get very far.

You could tell he was hard by the outline in his boxers and you didn’t want to waste any more time. He was staring down at you, taking in the sight of you splayed out on the table in front of him while his hands massaged the insides of your thighs. You were aching for him and you lifted your hips slightly, desperately trying to hurry him along.

“Jake, please,” you whined.

“So impatient,” he chuckled in response.

Instead of climbing onto the table with you, he dropped to his knees, using his grip on your thighs to pull you to the edge of the table. You could feel his breath on the inside of your thigh as he hooked your calves over his shoulders but you stopped him by reaching your hand into his hair.

“No please, I just want to feel you, Jake,” you practically begged.

Per your wishes, he rose back up to his feet and reached for your hand, pulling you into a sitting position on the table. “Are you sure, baby? I want to make you feel good.”

“You already do, Jake,” you breathed and with that he pulled you into a searing kiss as he pulled his boxers down, freeing himself. And without much warning, he adjusted your leg to allow himself a better angle and pushed himself into you with an audible moan.

His eyes fell shut and he leaned in to press his forehead against yours as he reveled in the way you felt around him, staying still for a moment and allowing you time to adjust. But when his eyes opened, they had a darker appearance, and he began to move, drawing out almost entirely before filling you back up with a more forceful thrust. This time you both moaned.

With his right hand still cradling your calf, keeping it situated up around his hip, and his left hand gripping the adjacent edge of the table, his hips fell into a steady rhythm, one that had you moaning with each thrust. You clung to him with an arm wrapped around his shoulders and a hand tangled in his hair, bringing his mouth back to yours.

You couldn’t control the gasp that escaped you as his cock found your sensitive spot when he lifted your leg a bit higher. With the slight change in position, he was hitting that spot with every thrust now and your moans grew louder and louder.

You tried to savor it, the way he stretched you, the way his breath felt hot against your skin, the strength of his hands and fingers as they dug into your skin, the way he moaned at the grip you had in his hair, the way his face contorted into a look of focus you were used to seeing only when he was working the Les Paul. You were afraid after it ended you’d never feel it all again, especially now that you had participated in this little challenge.

He continued pounding into you, adjusting his grip on the table so he could lean further into you. You had to tighten your hold on him to keep from falling back onto the table but you let your head fall back, exposing his neck to you as you let out a deep moan.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jake breathed hot against your neck, sweat beading at his temples at the exertion.

Every thrust dorve you closer and closer to your peak and you were becoming incoherent beneath his touch.

“Don’t stop, Jake, I’m so close,” you breathed, urging him to keep up his pace despite the fact that you could tell he was beginning to lose his grip on composure himself.

“Yeah? Are you going to cum for me, baby?” he whispered, his words pushing you closer to the top.

“Yes, Jake. Fuck, you’re going to make me cum.” It took all of your effort to lift your head and speak as he continued thrusting into you.

His brows knit together in intense concentration and for a brief moment his eyes shut tight as a quiet “fuck” slipped from his lips.

Seeing him in that state was what sent you over the edge and your head fell back again as you came. You would have fallen out of his hands, too, if he hadn’t had such a strong grip on you. He continued his movements as he came hard inside you, his own head falling into your chest as he rode out his waves of pleasure.

As he stilled inside of you, he let his forehead lean against yours again, but this time all you felt was a rush of anxiety and emotion at the thought of having ruined things.

He noticed the change in your breathing as you struggled to hold back tears and he pulled away with a look of concern.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, baby? Did I do something?” He moved his hands to cup your cheeks, trying to soothe you with his touch.

“This was a mistake,” you choked out, then quickly continued, “If I had just let you go first, we could have bypassed all the others and then I wouldn’t have gone and ruined this, us, before it ever even started.” You were rambling frantically at that point and he caught your hands flailing in the air and pressed them together between his palms.

“You didn’t ruin anything, y/n. We all agreed to it. I’m not mad at how this turned out.” He gave you a reassuring smile before adding, “Although I will be mad if you say Danny was the best.”

You laughed and buried your face in his chest as he held onto you tightly.

“And I’m assuming I’d be the first you’ve had sex with twice?” he asked in a lighthearted manner as he rubbed your back.

“Right,” you confirmed, the sound muffled by his chest.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet,” he said, picking you up off the table and carrying you to his bedroom.

—

It had been a week since your night with Jake and since then, the two of you had spent almost every night together, in secret of course. But tonight you were all meeting at Sam’s for the final verdict so once again you found yourself standing at Sam’s kitchen island, the boys taking their usual spots around. Tonight’s drink, however, sangria instead of margaritas, Danny’s special recipe.

As you stood at the island, working on your buzz to calm your nerves, Jake’s eyes frequently found yours, a smug smile teasing at the corner of his lips. But finally it was time for the ruling as Sam lifted his glass and said, with a grandiose tone, “Well, we all know why we’re here.”

“Right, well, you all did great…” you started, as if you were about to hand out participation trophies, stroking everyone’s ego and no one’s ego at the same time, and the introduction earned a ‘boo’ from Sam.

“Okay, okay, sorry.” You weren’t exactly sure how to just come out and say it, not having pictured the awkwardness of this moment to the fullest extent, so you decided to just blurt it out. “Since there’s really no way to segue into this, I’ll just say it.” You paused for a moment before, trying to gather your bravery one last time. “Jake is the best in bed.”

“Well that’s just not fair, he got to her with his guitar fingers,” Sam immediately protested.

“Actually he didn’t, if you must know,” you clarified.

“I want to try again.” Sam continued on with his distaste for the outcome before Jake jumped in, seemingly taking possession of what was his.

“That’s not happening.”

“Okay but who came in second?” Danny asked and although you knew it was him, you weren’t willing to give that away. Not just for Jake’s sake, either.

“Nope, that wasn’t part of the deal,” you countered.

“Some people just have no taste for the finer things in life…” Josh was busy rambling to himself, as he usually did.

And with that, the original argument was struck up between the four boys again. You couldn’t help but laugh at their ability to argue. Loudly.

Later in the night, after the conversation had moved on naturally, you escaped to the bathroom for a brief moment. You stood at the sink staring at yourself in the mirror as you absentmindedly let cold water cascade over your hands in the sink.

“Who was second?” Jake appeared in the doorway behind you.

You smiled to yourself in the mirror for a moment before drying your hands and turning to face him.

“I’ll never tell”

A/N: If you want justice for Danny, go read the alternate ending!