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BEYOND THE ICE — [ 박성훈 ]

Synopsis : Popular hockey captain Sunghoon, known for his cold demeanor, harbors a secret crush on quiet Y/n. His emotionless confession leads her to believe it's a cruel joke, leaving him to melt the ice around his heart and prove his sincerity.

Paring : popular!sunghoon x quiet!reader genre : fluff, maybe angst, popular x quiet, love triangle (ig), school au warnings ; rejection, jaehyun is an oc, jaehyun is so cocky, let y/n breathe, written in third person pov (idk), sunghoon just wants to win a girls heart, they kiss at the end, sunghoon j doesn’t know how to express himself 😞, lowk down bad sunghoon, lmk if I missed anything word count : 6.7k

You were the type of person who blended into the background, content with observing the world around you rather than being the center of attention. Your long hair often fell in front of your face, hiding your features from prying eyes. You liked it that way, enjoying the anonymity that came with being a quiet, unassuming student.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. As the captain of the hockey team, he was used to being in the spotlight, with everyone's eyes on him. His chiseled features and piercing gaze made him a magnet for attention, and he knew it. But despite his popularity, he had always been drawn to you, with your shy smile and introverted nature.

There was something about the way you carried yourself, with a quiet confidence that didn't need to be loudly proclaimed, that fascinated Sunghoon. He found himself watching you from afar, studying your every move, and wondering what made you tick.

As he observed you, Sunghoon began to notice the little things about you that made his heart skip a beat. The way you bit your lip when you were concentrating, the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, and the way your hair fell in soft waves down your back. He was captivated by your understated beauty, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to you in a way that he had never experienced before.

But despite his growing feelings for you, Sunghoon was hesitant to make a move. He was afraid of scaring you off, of being too intense or overwhelming. So he continued to watch you from afar, hoping that someday he would find the courage to approach you and reveal his true feelings.

**THE FIRST TIME HE SAW YOU** was during a game, you sat by the front row with your friend beside you.

As the game began, you settled into your seat, your eyes fixed on the screen of your phone. You were engrossed in a conversation with your best friend, who was living abroad for a while. You had been friends since childhood, and despite the distance between you, you remained close. Your friend had been keeping you updated on his life, and you were eager to hear more about his adventures.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon was on the ice, his skates gliding smoothly as he expertly maneuvered the puck. He was a natural athlete, and his passion for hockey was evident in the way he played. As he scanned the crowd, his eyes landed on you, and he felt a sudden jolt of curiosity.

You were sitting in the front row, your friend chattering excitedly beside you. But unlike everyone else around you, you seemed completely uninterested in the game. Your eyes were fixed on your phone, your brow furrowed in concentration. Sunghoon found himself intrigued by your indifference. Who was this girl, and why was she so oblivious to the excitement of the game?

As the game continued, Sunghoon found himself stealing glances at you. He noticed the way your hair fell in soft waves down your back, the way your eyes sparkled as you laughed at something on your phone. He even caught himself pointing out your features to himself, like a checklist of all the things he found attractive about you.

But it wasn't until you looked up and caught his eye that Sunghoon felt his heart truly skip a beat. Your gaze met his, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Sunghoon felt like he was drowning in the depths of your eyes, unable to look away.

It was a fleeting moment, but it left a lasting impression on Sunghoon. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just experienced something significant, something that would stay with him for a long time. As the game continued, Sunghoon found himself distracted, his mind wandering back to the girl with the captivating eyes.

For the first time in his life, Sunghoon felt like he was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to process the emotions that were swirling inside him. All he knew was that he wanted to see you again, to learn more about you and understand what it was about you that had captured his attention so completely.

As the game came to an end and the team celebrated their victory, Sunghoon's eyes wandered over to where you and your friend were sitting. He noticed one of his teammates, a charming smile spreading across his face, making his way over to your side.

"Did he know you?" Sunghoon wondered, his curiosity piqued.

His teammate gave you a wave and a smile, which you acknowledged with a nod and a smile back. But it was clear that his teammate's attention was focused on your friend, who was now blushing furiously as they chatted.

"Ah, maybe he had something with your friend," Sunghoon thought to himself, observing the way his teammate was laughing and teasing your friend.

After a few minutes of conversation, his teammate bid your friend farewell and headed back to the gym to shower and change. Sunghoon watched him go, and then his eyes drifted back to you.

He thought to himself, "This is my chance to ask about her."

Sunghoon pulled out his phone and dialed his teammate's number, waiting for him to answer. When he did, Sunghoon got straight to the point.

"Hey, umm, you know the girl beside the girl you were talking to?" Sunghoon asked, trying to sound casual.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then his teammate burst out laughing. "Hey, were you stalking me?" he joked.

Sunghoon's face grew hot with embarrassment. "I-no. But do you know her?" he asked, trying to brush off his teammate's teasing.

His teammate chuckled. "Yeah, I know her. She's my girlfriend's friend. Her name is Y/N."

Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat as he heard your name. He felt a surge of excitement and curiosity, wanting to know more about you.

His teammate, however, was not done teasing him yet. "So, Sunghoon, I didn't know you were interested in someone," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Sunghoon shook his head, feeling a little defensive. "I'm not interested in her," he lied, trying to downplay his teammate's suspicions.

But his teammate just laughed. "Save it, Sunghoon. I've seen the way you were looking at her. You're totally into her."

Sunghoon sighed, realizing that he wasn't fooling anyone. He decided to change the subject, asking his teammate about the game instead.

But even as he chatted with his teammate, Sunghoon's mind kept wandering back to you. He couldn't help but wonder what you were like, what your interests were, and what made you tick.

And as he hung up the phone with his teammate, Sunghoon couldn't shake off the feeling that his life was about to change in ways he never expected.

—

As Sunghoon walked into school, his AirPods firmly in place, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He had his hands tucked into his pockets, his sling bag slung casually across his chest, and his gaze directed forward. He was lost in his own world, the music in his ears blocking out the hustle and bustle of the school hallway.

But then, suddenly, he felt a presence beside him. He turned to see you walking alongside him, your eyes cast downward as you navigated the crowded hallway. Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat as he tried to process what was happening. You, the girl he had been thinking about nonstop since the game, was now walking right beside him.

Sunghoon tried to act nonchalant, to pretend like your presence wasn't making his heart beat like crazy. He kept his expression neutral, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. But inside, he was a mess. His mind was racing with questions - What was your name again? Y/N, right? What were you doing walking beside him? Did you even know who he was?

As you continued to walk beside him, Sunghoon couldn't help but steal glances at you. He noticed the way your hair fell in soft waves down your back, the way your eyes sparkled when you looked up at something. He felt a pang of attraction, of curiosity, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to get to know you better.

As you walked beside him in silence, Sunghoon's nerves began to get the better of him. He couldn't help but feel like he was under a microscope, with you scrutinizing his every move. He glanced over at you, trying to gauge your reaction, but you avoided eye contact.

A faint blush rose to your cheeks, and your eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if you were deep in thought. Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat as he wondered what was going through your mind.

The silence between them stretched out, thick with unspoken feelings. Sunghoon felt like he was drowning in the tension, unsure of how to break the surface.

Just as he was starting to feel like he couldn't take it anymore, a group of his hockey teammates approached, teasing him about his "new girlfriend". Sunghoon's face grew hot with embarrassment as you quickly moved away, disappearing into the crowd.

Sunghoon was left standing there, feeling frustrated and embarrassed. He realized that he needed to find a way to talk to you privately, without the distraction of his teammates or the pressure of a public setting. He was determined to get to know you better, to find out what made you tick.

As Sunghoon walked into the classroom, his eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. And then, he saw you. You were sitting near the window, your hair lit up by the soft glow of the sunlight. Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat as he felt a rush of excitement.

He made his way to his seat, trying to appear nonchalant despite the turmoil brewing inside him. As he sat down, he couldn't help but steal glances at you. You were engrossed in your notes, oblivious to the fact that Sunghoon was watching you.

Sunghoon wanted to talk to you, to get to know you better. But every time he opened his mouth to speak, his nerves got the better of him. He overthought everything, worried about how he would come across. Would you think he was weird? Would you laugh at him?

As the class went on, Sunghoon found himself caught up in a cycle of hesitation. He'd start to say something, then stop himself, worried about how you'd react. The moments ticked by, each one filled with tension and unspoken words.

Sunghoon's internal struggle was palpable. He was torn between his desire to connect with you and his fear of rejection. As the class drew to a close, Sunghoon felt a pang of disappointment. He had blown it again, letting his nerves get the better of him.

But as he packed up his things, Sunghoon caught your eye. For a brief moment, you looked at him, your expression unreadable. Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat as he wondered what you were thinking.

Was it possible that you had noticed him, that you had sensed the tension between them? Sunghoon's mind was racing with questions, each one leading to more uncertainty.

As you stood up to leave, Sunghoon felt a surge of determination. He wasn't going to let his nerves get the better of him again. He was going to find a way to talk to you, to connect with you on a deeper level.

But for now, Sunghoon could only watch as you walked out of the classroom, leaving him with more questions than answers.

As the classroom emptied, Sunghoon finally worked up the courage to approach you. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, and made his way over to where you were packing up your things.

He opened his mouth to speak, but just as he was about to say something, a group of your friends surrounded you, chatting excitedly about their plans for the weekend. You got swept away in their conversation, laughing and joking with them.

Sunghoon, feeling defeated, watched as you were pulled further and further away from him. He stood there, frozen in place, his words dying on his lips. He couldn't believe it. He had finally worked up the courage to talk to you, and now you were gone.

As he watched you disappear into the crowd, Sunghoon felt a pang of frustration. Why did this keep happening? Why couldn't he just have one chance to talk to you without something getting in the way?

He shook his head, chuckling wryly to himself. It seemed like the universe was conspiring against him, determined to keep him from connecting with you.

As he walked out of the classroom, Sunghoon couldn't help but wonder what he had to do to get your attention. Was it even possible, or was he just destined to admire you from afar?

The uncertainty swirled in his mind, leaving him feeling restless and unsatisfied. Sunghoon knew he couldn't give up, not yet. He was determined to find a way to connect with you, no matter what it took.

As the school day drew to a close, Sunghoon found himself wandering the empty hallways, searching for a glimpse of you. He had been thinking about you nonstop since their last encounter, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to talk to you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sunghoon spotted you sitting alone on a bench, lost in thought. His heart skipped a beat as he approached you, his mind racing with possibilities.

Without thinking, Sunghoon opened his mouth and spoke, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I like you," he said, his voice flat and emotionless.

You looked up at him, startled, and Sunghoon's heart sank. He realized too late that his confession had come across as completely insincere.

You stared at him, an offended look on your face. "Don't play with me right now, I know it's a dare," you said, your voice dripping with annoyance.

Sunghoon's face remained expressionless, but inside, he was dying. He had never meant for his confession to come across as a joke.

But before he could explain, you stood up and angrily walked away, leaving Sunghoon standing there, feeling like a complete idiot.

As he watched you disappear around the corner, Sunghoon couldn't help but wonder what he had just done. Had he really just blown his chance with you?

He stood there for a moment, frozen in shock, before finally coming to his senses. He needed to fix this, and fast.

With newfound determination, Sunghoon set off after you, determined to explain himself and prove that his feelings were genuine. But as he turned the corner, he realized that you were nowhere to be found.

Sunghoon's heart sank, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had lost his chance with you forever.

Sunghoon stood there, frozen in place, as he replayed the confession in his head. He couldn't believe how it had gone down. He had meant to be sincere, to express his true feelings, but now he realized how it must have sounded. Cold. Detached. Insincere.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was something about him, something fundamentally flawed. Was he just not capable of expressing emotions? Was he too guarded, too closed off?

As he stood there, lost in thought, Sunghoon's mind began to wander to all the times he had struggled to connect with others. He thought about how his teammates often teased him about being "ice cold" on the ice, how he never seemed to get ruffled or emotional, no matter what was happening.

But was that really a strength, or was it a weakness? Was he missing out on connections, on relationships, because he couldn't express himself?

Sunghoon's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his teammate, Jaehwan, approaching him. "Hey, man, what's going on?" Jaehwan asked, eyeing Sunghoon's expression.

Sunghoon hesitated, unsure of how to explain what had just happened. But Jaehwan's blunt honesty was just what he needed. "I just confessed to someone," Sunghoon admitted, feeling a little vulnerable.

Jaehwan's eyebrows shot up. "No way! How'd it go?"

Sunghoon shook his head. "Not great. I think I came across as really cold."

Jaehwan nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, that's kinda your thing, isn't it? Being all stoic and emotionless?"

Sunghoon felt a twinge of defensiveness, but Jaehwan's words struck a chord. Maybe he did need to work on expressing himself, on being more open and vulnerable.

Jaehwan clapped him on the back. "Don't worry, man. Just be yourself. And if that means being a little awkward, so be it. At least you'll be genuine."

Sunghoon nodded, feeling a sense of determination. He was going to try again, to find a way to express himself that felt true to who he was. And maybe, just maybe, he'd get a second chance with you.

The next day, Sunghoon arrived at school determined to fix things. He had spent hours thinking about how to approach you, and he had come up with a plan. He would bring you a small gift, something to show you that he was genuinely interested in getting to know you.

As he walked into the classroom, he spotted you sitting at your desk, looking lovely in a yellow sundress. Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat as he made his way over to you, a cup of coffee in hand.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound casual. "I brought you a coffee. I thought you might like it."

You looked up at him, your eyes narrowing slightly. "What's this for?" you asked, your tone skeptical.

Sunghoon hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He didn't want to come across as insincere, but he also didn't want to scare you off. "I just thought it would be nice," he said finally, feeling a little awkward.

You raised an eyebrow. "Nice?" you repeated. "You think bringing me a coffee is going to make everything okay?"

Sunghoon felt a twinge of frustration. Why wasn't this working? He was trying to be genuine, to show you that he was interested in you. But everything he did seemed to be misinterpreted.

"I'm just trying to be friendly," he said, feeling a little defensive.

You looked at him, your expression unreadable. "Save it," you said finally, turning back to your book.

Sunghoon felt a pang of disappointment. He had been so sure that this would work, that you would see how genuine he was being. But now, he just felt like he had made things worse.

As he walked away, feeling defeated, Sunghoon couldn't help but wonder what he was doing wrong. Was he just not cut out for this whole romance thing? Or was there something more going on, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on?

As Sunghoon walked away from you, feeling defeated, he couldn't help but notice a figure watching him from across the room. It was Jaehyun, a charming and outgoing student who was known for his confidence and charisma.

Jaehyun had been watching Sunghoon's interactions with you with great interest. He had been harboring a crush on you for a while now, and he saw Sunghoon's failure as the perfect opportunity to make his move.

With a sly smile spreading across his face, Jaehyun began to make his way over to you. Sunghoon, oblivious to the impending threat, continued to sulk in the corner, feeling sorry for himself.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, was radiating confidence. He strode up to you, his eyes locked on yours, and flashed a dazzling smile. "Hey, Y/n," he said, his voice warm and friendly. "How's it going?"

You looked up at him, slightly startled by his sudden approach, but Jaehyun's charm quickly put you at ease. He started asking you questions about your interests, listening intently to your responses, and making witty remarks that left you giggling.

Sunghoon, who had been watching the scene unfold from afar, felt a growing sense of unease. He realized, too late, that Jaehyun was making a move on you, and he was doing it with ease.

Jaehyun was everything Sunghoon wasn't – expressive, warm, and confident. He was the kind of guy who could effortlessly charm the pants off anyone, and Sunghoon couldn't help but feel intimidated.

As the days went by, Jaehyun continued to pursue you with relentless enthusiasm. He would show up at your favorite coffee shop, "accidentally" bumping into you, and strike up conversations that left you laughing and smiling.

He would compliment you on your outfits, your hair, and your smile, making you feel like the only person in the world. He would ask you about your hobbies and interests, listening intently to your responses, and finding common ground to bond over.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, was stuck in neutral. He couldn't seem to muster up the courage to approach you again, and even if he did, he knew he couldn't compete with Jaehyun's charm and charisma.

As he watched Jaehyun and you grow closer, Sunghoon felt a growing sense of urgency. He realized that he needed to act fast if he wanted to win your heart, but he had no idea where to start.

Jaehyun, sensing Sunghoon's unease, would occasionally shoot him a smug glance, as if to say, "You had your chance, buddy. Now it's my turn."

Sunghoon's eyes would narrow in response, his mind racing with thoughts of how he could possibly compete with Jaehyun's charm. But for now, he was stuck on the sidelines, watching as Jaehyun effortlessly swept you off your feet.

The question was, would Sunghoon be able to find a way to get back in the game? Only time would tell.

The sight of Jaehyun and you laughing together had ignited a fire within Sunghoon. He couldn't just stand by and watch as Jaehyun effortlessly charmed you. Sunghoon realized that he needed to change, to become a better version of himself.

He started small, forcing himself to smile more often, to make eye contact with people, and to initiate conversations. It felt awkward at first, but Sunghoon was determined to push through the discomfort.

One day, while browsing the school's club listings, Sunghoon stumbled upon the photography club. He remembered that you were a member, and he thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get to know you better.

Sunghoon joined the club, not just to be near you, but to genuinely explore his own interests. He had always been fascinated by photography, and he found that being part of the club helped him to develop a new skill and meet new people.

As he attended more club meetings, Sunghoon found himself growing more confident. He started to initiate conversations with you, asking for your opinion on photography techniques and listening intently to your responses.

One day, while you were working on editing a photo, Sunghoon approached you and asked for your advice. "Hey, Y/n, can I ask you something?" he said, trying to sound casual.

You looked up at him, slightly surprised by his sudden interest in photography. "What's up?" you asked, your tone neutral.

Sunghoon hesitated for a moment before asking his question. "I was wondering if you could help me with this photo. I'm trying to get the lighting just right, but I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong."

You looked at the photo on his screen, your eyes scanning the image. "It looks like you're using the wrong filter," you said, pointing to the screen. "Try using this one instead."

Sunghoon nodded, taking note of your advice. "Thanks, Y/n. I really appreciate it."

As you went back to editing your photo, Sunghoon couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had managed to strike up a conversation with you, and you had even smiled at him.

It was a small victory, but it was a start. Sunghoon realized that he still had a long way to go, but he was determined to keep trying.

As he packed up his things to leave, Sunghoon caught your eye and smiled. You looked back at him, a hint of surprise still on your face.

For a moment, Sunghoon thought he saw something else in your eyes, something that looked almost like interest. But it was quickly replaced by your usual wariness.

Sunghoon didn't mind. He knew that he still had a lot to prove, but he was willing to put in the effort.

As he walked out of the club room, Sunghoon felt a sense of hope that he hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance to win your heart after all.

Jaehyun, noticing Sunghoon's progress, felt a spark of competitiveness ignite within him. He wasn't about to let Sunghoon steal the spotlight, especially when it came to winning your heart.

One day, as the three of you were walking down the hallway, Jaehyun made a comment that was meant to impress you, but ended up coming across as insensitive. "I'm surprised you're into photography, Y/n," he said, smirking. "I wouldn't have pegged you as the artistic type."

You looked at him, taken aback by his comment. "What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, your tone slightly icy.

Jaehyun, realizing his mistake, tried to backtrack. "No, no, I just meant that you seem more... practical, I guess."

Sunghoon, who had been watching the exchange, stepped in subtly. "I think Y/n's photography is really great," he said, his voice calm and respectful. "She has a good eye for composition and lighting."

You looked at Sunghoon, a hint of surprise and gratitude in your eyes. "Thanks, Sunghoon," you said, smiling slightly.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, looked like he had been put in his place. He muttered something under his breath and walked ahead, leaving Sunghoon and you to follow behind.

As you walked, Sunghoon couldn't help but notice the way you seemed to relax around him, the way you smiled at him when he complimented your photography. It was a small thing, but it gave him hope.

Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to get through to you. And maybe, just maybe, Jaehyun's arrogance would be his own downfall.

As they approached the school courtyard, Sunghoon saw an opportunity to further drive the point home. "Hey, Y/n, want to grab a coffee with me and discuss some photography techniques?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

You looked at him, hesitating for a moment before nodding. "Sure, that sounds great."

Sunghoon smiled, feeling a sense of triumph. He had managed to one-up Jaehyun, and he had done it by being kind and respectful.

As they walked off together, Jaehyun looked on, his eyes narrowing in frustration. He had underestimated Sunghoon, and now he was paying the price.

The game was far from over, but Sunghoon had just gained a significant advantage.

—

Sunghoon sat in the empty classroom, staring blankly at the wall as he struggled to put his thoughts into words. His friend, Jaehwan, sat across from him, listening intently as Sunghoon poured out his heart.

"I just don't get it, Jaehwan," Sunghoon said, frustration etched on his face. "I try so hard to talk to her, to show her how I feel, but it always comes out wrong. I feel like I'm stuck in this never-ending cycle of awkwardness."

Jaehwan nodded sympathetically. "You're being too hard on yourself, Sunghoon. You're not used to expressing your emotions, so it's going to take some time to get it right."

Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish I could be more like Jaehyun. He's always so confident, so charming. I feel like I'm just a pale imitation of him."

Jaehwan's expression turned serious. "Sunghoon, you need to stop comparing yourself to Jaehyun. You're not him, and that's what makes you unique. Y/n doesn't want a carbon copy of Jaehyun; she wants someone who is genuine, someone who is true to themselves."

Sunghoon looked at Jaehwan, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. Maybe his friend was right. Maybe he didn't need to be like Jaehyun to win Y/n's heart.

Just then, the classroom door swung open, and Y/n walked in, looking for a book she had left behind. Sunghoon's eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Y/n's expression softened as she took in Sunghoon's vulnerable state. She walked over to him, her eyes locked on his. "Sunghoon, are you okay? you look so….." she asked, her voice gentle.

Sunghoon felt his face heat up as he realized he had been caught off guard. But instead of trying to brush it off, he decided to be honest. "I'm just really struggling, Y/n," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to talk to you, how to show you how I feel. I'm just really scared of rejection."

Y/n's expression changed from concern to surprise, and then to something else entirely. It was a look of understanding, of empathy. Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Y/n might actually be starting to see him in a different light.

But just as things were starting to look up, Jaehyun burst into the classroom, a grand smile plastered on his face. "Y/n, I have a surprise for you!" he announced, pulling out a guitar from behind his back.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise as Jaehyun began to strum a romantic melody. Sunghoon's heart sank as he realized what was happening. Jaehyun was making a grand, public gesture to show his affection for Y/n.

But as Sunghoon watched Y/n's reaction, he realized that Jaehyun's plan might backfire. Y/n looked taken aback, even a little uncomfortable, as Jaehyun serenaded her. Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Y/n might actually prefer his quiet, genuine approach over Jaehyun's grand gestures.

As Jaehyun continued to hover around Y/n, he suddenly dropped to one knee and grasped her hand, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Y/n, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special," he declared, his voice ringing out across the classroom. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Y/n's expression changed from annoyance to shock, and then to outright rejection. She stared at Jaehyun, her eyes wide with discomfort, before bluntly responding, "No."

The classroom fell silent, with all eyes on the awkward scene unfolding before them. Jaehyun's face fell, his smile crumbling as he realized he had been rejected.

Y/n quickly pulled her hand out of Jaehyun's grasp and turned to storm out of the classroom, leaving Jaehyun kneeling alone on the floor.

Sunghoon, who had been watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. Jaehyun's grand gesture had ended in humiliating rejection.

Jaehyun, his face red with embarrassment, quickly scrambled to his feet and chased after Y/n, calling out her name. "Y/n, wait!"

As the classroom erupted into a mixture of snickers and gasps, Sunghoon shook his head, still chuckling to himself. He couldn't believe Jaehyun's audacity, but at the same time, he felt a pang of relief. Maybe, just maybe, this was his chance to finally get Y/n's attention.

—

As the days went by, Y/n couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in Sunghoon's behavior. He would smile at her in the hallways, and their conversations would linger a little longer than necessary.

One day, as Y/n was walking to her locker, she noticed Sunghoon standing by the vending machine, holding a cup of coffee. As she approached, he turned to her and said, "Hey, Y/n, I got you your favorite drink."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise as she took the cup from him. "How did you know?" she asked, feeling a warmth in her chest.

Sunghoon shrugged, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I just remembered you mentioning it once."

Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Sunghoon. It was a small gesture, but it showed her that he paid attention to her, that he genuinely cared about her preferences.

As they stood there, sipping their coffee, Y/n couldn't help but notice the way Sunghoon looked at her. It was a soft, gentle gaze, one that made her feel seen and understood.

She began to wonder if she had misjudged him all along. Maybe his initial confession hadn't been as insincere as she thought. Maybe he was just really bad at expressing his feelings.

As the days went by, Y/n found herself looking forward to her conversations with Sunghoon. She would catch herself smiling at his jokes, and feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.

One day, as she was walking down the hallway, she overheard Sunghoon talking to his friend, Jaehwan. They were standing by their lockers, laughing and joking around.

"I was so nervous, man," Sunghoon said, his voice low and husky. "I didn't know how to confess to her. I just blurted it out and hoped for the best."

Jaehwan chuckled. "Yeah, I remember that day. You were a mess."

Sunghoon laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know, right? I was so scared of rejection."

Y/n's ears perked up as she listened to their conversation. She realized that Sunghoon's initial confession hadn't been as insincere as she thought. He had been genuinely nervous and scared, but he had still taken the risk to express his feelings.

As she walked away, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. She had misjudged Sunghoon, and now she wasn't sure if she could ever go back to the way things were before.

But as she turned a corner, she saw Sunghoon standing by the window, looking out at the sky. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes distant and introspective.

Y/n felt a pang of curiosity, and she found herself walking towards him. "Hey, Sunghoon," she said, her voice soft and gentle.

He turned to her, his eyes focusing on hers. "Hey, Y/n."

They stood there for a moment, looking at each other. Y/n could see the sincerity in Sunghoon's eyes, the genuine interest and care.

And in that moment, she knew that she had to give him another chance. She had to see if there was something more between them, something that went beyond initial impressions and misunderstandings.

Jaehyun, seeing that he was losing ground, decided to resort to playing the jealousy card. He started pretending to be dating someone else, making sure to "accidentally" post photos of himself with another girl on social media.

At first, Y/n didn't seem to notice. But Jaehyun was determined to make her jealous. He started showing up to school events with his "new girlfriend," making sure to flaunt their fake relationship in front of Y/n.

But Y/n wasn't buying it. She saw right through Jaehyun's tactics and wasn't impressed. In fact, she was annoyed that Jaehyun would stoop so low.

"Jaehyun, what's going on with you?" Y/n asked, confronting him in the hallway. "Why are you pretending to date someone else?"

Jaehyun smirked, trying to play it cool. "I'm not pretending, Y/n. I've just moved on. You didn't seem interested, so I found someone else."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Save it, Jaehyun. I know you're just trying to make me jealous. But it's not going to work."

Jaehyun's face fell, but he quickly recovered. "Whatever, Y/n. You're just missing out."

But Y/n wasn't having it. She turned and walked away, leaving Jaehyun looking foolish.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon had been watching the whole scene unfold. He had been inspired by Jaehyun's previous grand gesture, but he wanted to do something more meaningful and personal.

Sunghoon remembered a conversation he had with Y/n a few weeks ago, where she had mentioned her love of old books. He had been browsing through a used bookstore over the weekend and had stumbled upon a rare edition of her favorite novel.

Sunghoon decided to recreate a special memory they had shared, one that would show Y/n how much he truly understood and appreciated her. He spent hours setting up a cozy reading nook in the school library, complete with soft lighting, comfortable cushions, and a special bookmark with a note that read: "To Y/n, with love."

When Y/n walked into the library, she was taken aback by the sight before her. The reading nook was perfect, and the bookmark was the icing on the cake.

Y/n looked up to see Sunghoon standing in front of her, a shy smile on his face. "I wanted to do something special for you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Something that would show you how much I care."

Y/n's heart melted at the sight of Sunghoon's thoughtful gesture. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, and she knew that he was genuinely trying to win her heart.

"Sunghoon," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "This is...amazing. Thank you."

Sunghoon smiled, his eyes lighting up with happiness. "I'm just glad you like it," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

As they stood there, surrounded by the quiet of the library, Y/n knew that she had made her choice. She was going to give Sunghoon a chance, and she was going to see where things would go between them.

And as for Jaehyun? He was just going to have to accept that he had lost the game.

As they sat together on a bench in the school courtyard, Sunghoon turned to Y/n, his eyes locked on hers. "Y/n, can I ask you something?" he said, his voice soft and gentle.

Y/n nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Of course, Sunghoon. What is it?"

Sunghoon took a deep breath before speaking. "I was wondering...would you give me a chance now?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "I know I didn't exactly make a great impression before, but I promise to do better. I'll be patient, and I'll wait for you to feel comfortable around me."

Y/n's expression softened, and she looked at Sunghoon with newfound understanding. "Sunghoon, I..." she started to say, but Sunghoon cut her off.

"Just hear me out, okay?" he said, his eyes pleading. "I know I'm not the most charming guy, and I know I can be awkward at times. But I promise you, Y/n, that my feelings for you are genuine. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

Y/n's heart melted at Sunghoon's words. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, and she knew that he was truly committed to making things work between them.

"Sunghoon," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'd like to give you a chance."

Sunghoon's face lit up with joy, and he smiled, feeling a sense of relief and happiness. "Really?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

Y/n nodded, smiling back at him. "Really," she said.

And with that, Sunghoon and Y/n shared a tender kiss, their hearts filled with love and anticipation for what the future held.

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bianquitasunderworld · 2 years ago

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dave lizewski smut plsss i love nerdy dick 😭😭🙏

Parings: Dave Lizewski x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I love nerdy dick too twin, you so real for this omg😭‼️ (omg y’all i didn’t expect myself to make this kind of romantic sorry y’all i’ll write something crazy next time, this is long as hell ‼️)

How did this happen? How did Dave end up with the woman he thought was the hottest girl on earth, on top of him straddling his hips?

It all started when Dave decided to invite his girlfriend over to study. She definitely did not want to study—how could she, when all she could think about was how hot he looked while he rambled on about some silly, boring, and excessively long economic questions for class.

Truth be told, she didn’t care much about anything he was saying at the moment. Although that might sound rude, she didn’t care one bit. Her boyfriend sat at the edge of his bed, rambling, and he looked absolutely perfect. His glasses were set perfectly in place on his face, and the way the tip of his tongue stuck out as he delved deep into thought about his stupid economics homework—how could she possibly focus?

Dave was completely oblivious to her ogling. He wasn’t aware that she was practically salivating just from looking at him, he was oblivious to all the impure thoughts running through his girlfriends head, he was so focused on finishing his assignments he didn’t realize just how needy his girlfriend was.

Although Dave and you were in a very serious relationship you’ve never discussed sex it was uncharted territory for both of you. Dave was too shy and embarrassed because he was still a virgin it was a sensitive topic for him. Everyone is aware he isn’t the most popular guy at school.

You on the other hand were scared you’d send him running for the hills if you tried to suggest sex, It’s not like you both never did anything well…the furthest you’ve gotten with each other was making out and grinding against each other, and the ending result was always the same: Dave blushing, covering his lap with a pillow while he sat at his desk chair, and diverting into discussions about random comics and superhero references as if you didn’t just have your tongue in his mouth.

You kept eyeing Dave and biting your lip the thoughts running through your head were pure sin, you were convinced if Dave knew about them he would be a stuttering and blushing disaster. You didn’t think your staring was obvious until Dave suddenly redirected his attention from his five-minute monologue about consumerism, catching you in the act.

He looked back at you from his spot on the bed as he cleared his throat and spoke softly. “Are you okay? Is um something wrong?” God he was so sweet and caring he was oblivious to the fact that all you wanted to do was have him whimpering and groaning beneath you, your desires were consuming your mind. You always wondered what he would sound like when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. You’d caught a glimpse of it once, and since then, your thirst for more was like that of a desert traveler yearning for a drop of water.

“Yeah-Mhm everything’s fine sorry my mind was somewhere else for a second” you smiled at him trying to sound as if you weren’t seconds away from jumping on him. He smiled and adjusted his glasses before he nodded and turned his attention back to his paper.

You couldn’t stand it the last straw was when he bit his bottom lip in concentration you couldn’t stop yourself you swiped his paper off the table, the rustling sound breaking the spell between you. You set it down with a bit more force than intended, a bold move that marked your intentions.

Leaning in, you placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your lips to his, a surge of unspoken desires finally finding expression. His initial surprise melted away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored your own. In that stolen kiss, the air crackled with a mix of passion and anticipation, as if the world outside had faded, leaving just the two of you suspended in that breathtaking moment.

And there it was, the culmination of all those unspoken desires, manifesting in the reality of the moment. Dave found himself reclined against the headboard, a sensation of both exhilaration and disbelief coursing through him. You straddled him, your legs encasing his body, intimacy that had been a distant fantasy until now. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, which had turned a deep shade of crimson. The flush of his cheeks mirrored the intensity of the moment, a testament to the shared vulnerability and passion.

Your gaze trailed down, drinking in the sight of his bare chest pressed against you, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath a captivating dance. The tousled strands of his hair cradled his head against the pillow like a crown, accentuating his allure.

His eyes held a mix of emotions as they lingered on your chest, a blend of curiosity and desire. The gravity of the moment weighed on the air, punctuated by his words, “Are you sure about this?” Your fingers, tender as a whisper, glided across his cheek, a gesture of reassurance and care. Leaning down, you captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss, your intention clear—to grant him the choice to halt if his comfort wavered.

You sought to convey through touch what words might not fully express. His gaze held yours, a reservoir of affection and trust that spoke volumes. With a glance saturated in love, he nodded, affirming his readiness to explore uncharted realms with you.

He looked down between both your bodies, you were hovering over him, he bit his lip. Dave whined out a small, broken “please.” You closed your eyes savoring the way he spoken his plead was music to your ears.

You slowly sank down on to him, your mouth let out a small gasp at the feeling as he let out a deep groan, he felt the way you clamped down against him, the way he stretched you open had you groaning. You leaned down to kiss him gently, and gave yourselves time to adjust to the new sensation. Dave was girthy and long, he was bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, this felt different from all the times you’ve had sex this, this was love. You could feel the love radiating off of him as he kissed you and groaned into the passionate kiss.

Once you both adjusted, Dave gripped your hips and bucked his hips into you, his thrust were slow and deep, the noises of skin against each other and pleasurable moans filled the room. “Y-you’re so beautiful” Dave muttered and he looked into your eyes. “You’re so pretty davie” You couldn’t help but cry out as you reached down to play with yourself rubbing small gentle circles on your clit and slowly grinding down against him.

He whimpered and you felt his arms wrap around you, holding you in place. You could feel the tension in his body, the excitement building as he felt you against his body. You leaned down to kiss him gently, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tender embrace. You were addicted to the feeling of him inside you, the way he held you, the way he moaned your name. The pressure was building and you knew that you were about to cum you were trying to hold off trying to make this last for as long as you could. “Dave-I’m gonna cum--“ You cried out.

“I-f-fuck” Dave stuttered out as he felt you squeeze around him as you reached your climax, your body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. Dave was groaning deep in his throat, his hips moving up and down as he came as well. You felt like you were one, a single unit, moving together in a synchronized dance of pleasure as he came deep in you.

Dave whimpered as you rode out your high against him, he felt himself growing overstimulated, he reached for your hips and kept a firm hold on you to keep you from moving, his body was shaking and sweat dripped from his forehead.

“I love you,” you murmured, your voice laced with affection.

“I love you too, baby,” Dave replied, a tender smile on his lips. With a gentle motion, he lifted himself and drew you in for a sweet, lingering kiss.

Releasing yourself from the embrace, you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you reclined against the bed, Dave at your side. He seemed to shift, a hint of nervousness tainting his usual bashful demeanor. “So, uh, how did I do? Was it okay?” His cheeks flushed a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato’s hue.

“You were amazing.”

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mapileonxputellas · 2 months ago

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A Blast From The Past (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

I hope you all enjoy...

I've slightly changed the last request but the previous context remains. Let me know if you want a part 2, any requests etc.

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Growing up you never used to believe in fate.

If fate was real then why did it feel like nothing ever went your way, why had you been given such a tough hand compared to near enough everyone else?

That was until you met her.

…..

13 years ago, 18 years old.

You’d been stood up. That much was plainly obvious right now. You should have listened to all the warnings from your friends, dating apps never worked. But how else were you meant to meet someone when you couldn’t afford to be going out every weekend and you were only surviving financially due to the waitressing job you’d taken on.

It was meant to be something fun, to take your mind off studying and then you got messaging one girl, Isobel, who seemed keen to go out for a few drinks. And that’s how you found yourself sitting, alone, in a bar on a Saturday night an hour after you’d agreed to meet.

The margarita in front of you was doing nothing to stop your mood worsening by the minute, if not by the second. Barcelona was your favourite city in the world but now being sat alone in a city where everyone seemed to be enjoying life, it was only rubbing you up the wrong way.

You’d been working all day and now you’d wasted a good amount of that money on two drinks without any company. It wasn’t like they were bad drinks but you didn’t have that money to spare.

Medical school had been a dream for you, it was now a reality but that didn’t come with sacrifices, including moving to the other side of the country. You were here on a scholarship but that only covered the university fees and your accommodation, the rest came from the job you had to work every Saturday and Sunday. You loved your parents but they could barely get by with your two other siblings never mind covering your new life in the city.

“Are you just going to stare at that glass all night?” You almost jumped at that soft voice coming out of nowhere before probably the most beautiful person you’d ever seen sat on the stool next to you. The question left unanswered as you basically drowned in those bright blue eyes. “Hello?”

“Sorry, sorry I was just about to leave.”

“Not on my account I hope.”

“No, my night is over.”

“You got all dressed up just to sit on your own all night?” Oblivious to you, Alexia had been watching the girl sat in the little black dress at the bar all night, waiting for you to be joined by someone and once her friends left, she couldn’t help but make her way over.

The question probably wasn’t meant to rile you up as much as it did. “Yeah well that’s not your problem.” You stood up to grab your purse when a hand wrapped around your wrist stopping your movement. “Everything OK?”

“Yes, sorry. I’m sorry.” She noticed the eyes on her hand and removed it immediately. “It wasn’t meant like that, no-one should spend the evening alone. Never mind someone as beautiful as you. One more drink on me?”

“No offence but I don’t even know your name.”

“Alexia Putellas.” Alexia, the name fit. “Now, how about a drink?”

“One drink.”

……

That one drink changed your life. You stayed in that bar all night, the two of you moving into the corner in your own little world until you were kicked out at closing time.

From there it spiralled.

You were only 18 but there was no doubt in your mind that this was love. For six months you spent the best part of all your free time together, which somehow wasn’t even enough. Alexia, who you found out was an aspiring footballer as well as completing a business degree, became a regular in the café as you worked and you spent an awful lot of time waiting for her in the freezing cold following training.

You weren’t surprised when she asked you to meet her family. Alexia made it official within two months and now she wanted to share you. She talked a lot about her sister, Alba, and she worshipped her mother, assuring you they were the loveliest people, but that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking.

“I promise everything will be fine.” Alexia assured you, her hand almost numb from how tight you were gripping it as the two of you sat outsider her home. “They will love you, just like I do.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Now let’s go in before Alba eats all the food.”

If Alexia had it her way you’d be meeting all her family in one go, all the aunts, cousins, extended family at a big family gathering. You’d managed to tone it down to just her mum and sister and a relaxed family meal. The rest would happen eventually.

You’d never met a girlfriend’s family before, in fact you’d never had a girlfriend full stop before Alexia. But you never imagined it would be this awkward.

It was all smiles at first and whenever Alexia was in the room, but the second she left it was like a switch flicked.

“Alexia tells us you’re a waitress.” Alba started, the 15-year-old not hiding her judgement but Alexia had told you all about the teenager’s tetchy mood most of the time.

“I am, I think everyone knows Alexia’s order off by heart now she’s in there so often.”

“We noticed, she was late to her cousin’s birthday last week because she’d been there.” Eli noted. “In fact if she’s not playing she’s almost always there.”

You’d couldn’t miss the disdain in her voice. “I know, it’s the only way we can spend time together.”

“Who’s spending time together?” Alexia asked returning from the kitchen, her hand immediately coming back to rest on your thigh.

“Your lovely girlfriend was just telling us all about her café.” The mask was completely back up.

“I should take you all one week, they all love me in there.” They did. “Now come on, lets eat.”

The dinner continued with no sense of the obvious tension between the three of you, at least in Alexia’s mind. In your mind all you could think about was the glares you would receive every so often, the tuts that were made when you’d make any comment.

“Have you met Y/N’s family yet Alexia?” Eli asked her daughter once you were finished eating.

“Not yet.”

“My family live near Seville, they aren’t able to come and visit me here with my two siblings being in school.” It was partially the truth. The other half was that they couldn’t afford it and what good would it be when you would be working anyway. “Maybe in the summer when it’s a bit less busy we’ll be able to work something out.”

“I don’t think I could live on the other side of the country.” Alba commented. “I just love my family too much to move away.”

Of course that was a burn, you didn’t have a choice in the matter, the best scholarship and medical school was in Barcelona.

“We wish you would.” Alexia joked with her sister. “Family is the most important thing, I’m sure even across the country that doesn’t change.”

Alexia had done a good job, unknowingly, of protecting you from them. That was until at the end of the meal she received a call from her agent which couldn’t be ignored.

“I’ll be back.” She signalled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before moving out of the room. “Shouldn’t be too long.”

Again that switch was flicked.

“Look, we can see it’s clear how much you like Alexia.” Eli started. “We’re just concerned that all of this is starting to have a negative impact on her career.”

“Alexia is always training.” You argued. “She’s playing for Barcelona.”

“And yet when she could be training or analysing the game at the weekend she’s sat waiting for you. She can’t spend any time getting to know her teammates.”

“I’ve never stopped that.”

“She’s distracted right now, she’s blind right now but we’re not. We need to protect her future and if you liked her as much as you claim to do then you’ll see it that way as well.”

“I can’t make her not spend time with me.” You never forced the girl, she just showed up at your work one day and never left.

“No, but you can break up with her.” Alba spit it out. “Don’t ruin her future for the sake of a young fling. You know how much she wants to be a footballer, that needs her focus.”

“What about what she wants right now?”

“She knows football has to be her greatest love, the pain will be less now than in a few years’ time when you have to move back home and she has to stay here. It will never work.”

You could ignore the previous comments, you knew how much Alexia wanted to be the best but you always need a life away from your work. You did however know that once this degree was complete you couldn’t afford to stay in Barcelona. You’d have to move away and Alexia would have to stay here.

That’s how on a cold night in February, you made the sacrifice for both yourself and Alexia, the text was sent breaking both your hearts in the process.

…..

March 2025, 31 years old

Barcelona.

The city where it all began, and the city you found yourself in 13 years later.

Medical school had been hard but from the first placement you knew you wanted to be a surgeon. That adrenaline rush was addictive and you’d never tire of that feeling after surgery when you’d made a difference.

You completed medical school with commendations across the board and managed to land yourself a place in a prestigious training facility in Madrid.

Madrid was an amazing experience, you learnt from the best and built up a reputation for yourself in medical circles, however it wasn’t Barcelona.

Barcelona may have been the place you felt your first heartbreak but it was also the place you made some amazing friends. It was home.

So when you got the opportunity to go back and work in main hospital in Barcelona you took it with both hands. You were home.

“We’ve had a request.” The other senior surgeon came into your office one morning, a few weeks into your new job. “FC Barcelona have a player who’s injured their ankle, we usually treat their patients and I’d like it if we worked on this one together.”

“Really?”

“The only way you learn is by doing. It’s quite a complex case. If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” Of course you didn’t mind the knee replacements, the broken arms. But you wanted more. “When do we get started.”

“They’re coming in tomorrow. We’ll do the assessment and go from there.”

It’s fair to say the next morning you were buzzing. This is all you’ve ever wanted and it was becoming true. You’d barely slept the night before thinking about everything you’d learnt, ankle injuries were common in football and came in a range of forms.

“They’re here.”

You looked up from where you were positioned at one side of the large table, slowly nursing the strongest coffee you could find. You were expecting to find the harsh glare of an angry footballer, instead you looked up to find those blue eyes you’d fell for over a decade ago. Of course.

Except she wasn’t alone and maybe you let out a breath of relief when it was the other younger woman by her side who was sporting the crutches.

“Miss Nazereth, Miss Putellas this is Miss Y/L/N she will be working alongside me throughout this process.” Your colleague introduced you and it took all your strength to manage to muster a little ‘hi’.

“Call me Kika,” The other woman gave you a comforting smile, probably what you should have been doing. “This is Alexia, I hope it’s OK I brought her.”

That snapped you back, you had a job to do. “Of course, whatever makes you feel comfortable.” You gave them both a smile, greeting the other Barcelona staff who entered the room and taking your seat.

The only thing you could do was avoid eye contact and get on with your job. You might not have seen her in the flesh for over a decade but it’s hard to avoid Alexia Putellas. You could do little else but watch on proudly as she won accolade after accolade.

“Let’s take a look at the scans…..”

It’s fair to say you’ve never been quite as distracted as you were in that meeting. You noted down all the important bits, the plan you made for her recovery, a complex ligament injury which would require surgery in the coming weeks.

Keeping concentrated was slightly harder though when the woman directly across from you was who she was. As the meeting was closing you dared to glance up and was almost surprised when her gaze was already on your own, a slight smile matched by your own before you both broke eye contact.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you.” You shook hands with Kika as you all moved to the exit. “If you ever need anything, I’ll give you my card. Any questions, day or night.”

“Thank you.” You could read most people like books and you could tell she was terrified and upset.

“Miss Putellas.” You shook her hand, keeping things professional. “Good to see you.”

“You too, I know Kika is in good hands.”

“Thank you.”

…..

“What happened to you in there?” Kika asked her captain, Alexia driving the two back to the training ground. “In that meeting the other day you couldn’t stop asking questions.”

“What am I meant to ask? They’re surgeons they know better than you and I what’s going to happen.”

“I’ve never seen you that quiet.”

The words do tend to be knocked out of your head when you see someone again for the first time in 13 years, all the confusion and heart break came flooding back. “I was just thinking.”

“What do you think about that surgeon by the way?”

“What about her?” Alexia immediately responded.

“I’m trying to set Ewa up with someone and she seemed nice. She said she didn’t want a footballer and well, a surgeon definitely isn’t one of those.”

“Let her do her job Kika.” Alexia scolded the youngster, not about to let this happen. “No setting anyone up, I’m sure she’s got better things to do than be with a footballer anyway.”

“If you say so.”

“I do, now let me know when your next appointment is and I’m more than happy to come with you again.”

“Thank you Alexia.”

She’d take the thanks even if it was slightly misplaced. She had questions and they weren’t going to go away any time soon.

“I’m going to need that card by the way.”

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eyelessfaces · 12 days ago

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everyone deserves a chance

bob reynolds x reader

summary: The last time you had been face to face with Bob, you were convinced this was the last you would ever see of him, because deep down he was just as much. Because despite his glassy and bloodshot eyes looking at you one last time as you begged him not to, you knew this was bigger than you. Bigger than his own will. A desperate attempt at a new start.

tags: fluff, angst, oblivious idiots in love, friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions of drugs and addiction, mental health, hurt/comfort

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You never thought you would see him again.

The last time you had been face to face with Bob, you were convinced this was the last you would ever see of him, because deep down he was just as much.

Because despite his glassy and bloodshot eyes looking at you one last time as you begged him not to, you knew this was bigger than you. Bigger than his own will.

A desperate attempt at a new start.

His words stuck with you for the next few months he was gone.

They cut deeper than they should have.

You would see him in your dreams repeating that if you hadn’t mattered so much to him, he would have left for Malaysia without a single word, without even letting you know, just the way he did it for everyone else.

That he wanted to say it, owed you as much as a goodbye because you had been the only person that really ever had his back ever since high school.

You knew what he had gone through. You knew it had been foolish and innocent to expect you could just fix him. But you also knew that he did his best and if he figured starting a life in another country would be good for him, then you would let him, no matter how much having him disappear on you left a hollow place inside.

So when you saw him on the television at work when a customer switched it to the news channel, you almost dropped the cup of coffee you were in the middle of preparing. You had set it aside, stepping closer to the television hung on the wall to make sure you weren’t hallucinating it, to make sure it wasn’t your subconscious playing sick jokes on you by making you see him in other people.

But it was him. His hair was just a bit longer than when he faced you on your porch the night he said goodbye.

The first few seconds of realizing he was back in America had you unconsciously smiling, but the next few hours had you properly shattered.

How long had he been back?

Why didn’t he come see you?

Had this trip to Malaysia just been a way to cut you off and never look back on you?

You had done your job for the rest of your shift on autopilot, like a robot programmed to do so. Your mind was somewhere else completely as you were turning it all around in your head, desperately trying to make sense of it all. You had been buried so deep inside your own head that you didn’t even realize that your shift was over until your coworker shook you out of your thoughts and told you to get going.

You took the longest way home, picking the most impractical metro line just so you wouldn’t have to ponder about this back home and drive yourself crazy in your own space.

That didn’t stop you from doing so, but now you knew that you were going to have to come to terms with the fact that Bob doesn’t need you anymore.

—

“Oh, some Bob guy asked for you yesterday”

You glance to the side, your heart skipping a beat and a wave of nervousness filling your torso as you suddenly stop wiping the counter clean. You blink, fazed, and watch as your coworker writes Robert on a cup. “What did he say?” you ask, your voice wavering slightly before you toss the dishcloth aside, lightly clearing your throat as you brace yourself.

She shrugs. “He looked like he didn’t really know what he wanted. Looked around for a bit, asked if you still worked here. Then kinda spaced out when I told him you weren’t here that day”

“Yeah, that would be him,” you mutter under your breath, taking the man’s payment.

“That Bob’s an ex?” she asks lifting an eyebrow as she prepares the man’s order.

You thank the man, tell him his order is coming up and sigh once you turn back to your coworker, scratching your forehead. “Uh, worse,” you joke.

She takes the answer with an amused smile, not asking for more. She calls out for the Robert in question once she’s finished with his order, and turns back to you once the man leaves with his cup. “Well, whatever that was, it seemed important”

—

Your friendship with Bob had worsened when you found out he was taking meth, but then again, you knew giving up on him wasn’t the solution.

Bob had been a good man since as long as you had known him, so it would have been unfair.

Then he was the one to give up on you.

But still, you couldn’t even entirely blame him, and even less as he sat in front of you.

Bob's eyes flicker along your face, a beaten expression painted over his own. You’re not sure what to say, or in fact you are just unsure of where to start.

But you’re not the one that is owed an explanation.

“I uh–” he clears his throat. “Do you remember the presentation we did in high school?” he eventually asks, fiddling with the coffee cup in front of him. “The one that made us become friends” he specifies with a nod, a small, weak smile growing over his face as he reflects on it.

You nod slowly, cautious. “Drugs,” you say. “It was on drug abuse” you mutter under your breath.

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “It goes way back so you probably don't remember, but when we were done presenting it some girl raised her hand and said something like ‘Some people just don’t want help, they chose to do drugs, they don’t deserve sympathy’”

The statement makes you grimace, a sour scoff escaping your lips. It stings even more now considering the circumstances, but you wait for him to go on.

“And you said– you didn’t even hesitate and you said, ‘You don’t know what made them turn to drugs, no one chooses to be broken, everyone deserves a chance’” Bob nods, swallowing hard, pinching his lips into a small smile. He looks down at the coffee you made him, nodding again as he smiles before he looks back up at you.

“You don’t know it but it stuck with me for so long, and even more when I became an addict” he confesses with all the sincerity he could convey. You say nothing. Your chest tightens. “I wanted to be better. I really did. That’s why I left.”

Your gaze softens at his words, and it all comes crashing back on you when he dives in and tells you about it all – the lab thing being part of the reason he left for Malaysia, how it all went wrong, Sentry, the Void, his new– friends? Everything. As crazy as it sounds.

You let go of a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding once he’s done telling you all about it.

“This is insane,” you eventually murmur, rubbing a hand over your face. He tilts his head to the side in silent agreement. “But you do look better” you eventually say, granting him a genuine smile.

His mouth twists into a coy smile and he shrugs. “I’m past the meth thing”

“That’s… That’s good for you. I’m glad” you smile.

An ugly, awkward silence falls between the two of you. Charged with the weight of tension.

Way different than the comfortable silence you used to share by just existing within each other’s space.

You don’t know what you should say to him.

You don’t know if you should ask him if there was any chance it would have held him back if you had finally confessed your feelings for him that night on your porch.

You stop wondering when Bob calls out your name. “I’m trying my best. I want to make it right” he explains. “I didn’t reach out sooner because I didn’t know how to do it. I didn’t know how to face you again”

You take a moment to process his words, the effect they have on you. The truth is, you don’t know how to face him again either. Not when everything between you has gotten this hard.

You look around the empty coffee shop just to give you a break from looking at him, from his pleading gaze. “Bob–”

“–I wanted to be someone worthy of you.”

You halt, your eyes fluttering close. The knot inside your throat tightens. You look back at him, tears threatening your eyes. Your hand reaches for his over the table. “I’m proud of you” you whisper.

He exhales sharply, like he had been holding his breath for months just waiting to hear that from someone. His fingers twitch under your hand, then turn gently to hold it. It’s tentative at first, then firm enough to let you know he wants this. Wants you.

Your thumb brushes lightly across his knuckles, gently, and suddenly the air between you is full with all the things you never explicitly told each other. The glances that lingered too long, the late nights you spent on rooftops and porch steps, every time you would hang out in your childhood home because his wasn’t even an option if his parents happened to be here.

“I know I ruined everything for us. I’m sorry. Give me a chance. Please” he pleads, his voice rough and low, his eyes shifting from your linked hands to your face.

You look at him, really look at him, and you know he means it. He means every word he says, never meant to hurt you, only ever tried to save himself.

A weak, tentative grin grows onto your face before you speak again.

“Everyone deserves a chance, right?”

—

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crushpunky · 2 months ago

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kook!reader walks rafe like a dog

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based on this ask :)

The music blared from the oversized speakers, the sea of teenagers and young adults scattered across the Boneyard moving along with each pound of the base. Y/n hadn’t really wanted to go to this party tonight, having already spent the whole day helping her mother plan her upcoming garden parties. After running to about five flower shops to see if they carried the exact flowers her mother wanted, searching downtown for a dress that fit the extremely specific dress code, and spending an hour tasting scones and tea cakes she could barely tell the difference between, the last thing y/n wanted to do was go to some loud, crowded party with a bunch of drunk kids.

However, after about an hour of Rafe’s insistent nagging (which showed no signs of slowing down), she relented. So, y/n, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce crowded into Topper’s Jeep before setting off for the Boneyard. Luckily, Topper had drawn the short straw as DD, so y/n could at least drink her worries about garden parties or, god forbid, college applications away.

Y/n found herself chatting with some girl from high school she hadn’t seen in a while (her name was Rachel, she thought), the two of them falling into a casual conversation as they swayed to the music. Y/n adjusted her bikini top, the fabric digging harshly into her skin as she took a sip of the drink Rafe had made her (he was the only one who could make her drinks, he insisted), finishing off the alcoholic concoction before dumping the ice into the sand.

“You want a refill?” Rafe said, suddenly appearing next to y/n in the sea of people. He wore an unbuttoned shirt, the fabric falling open to expose his muscled torso as he threw his arm over her shoulders in the crowded space. Y/n peered up at him, her eyes lingering on the slight flush in his cheeks and cheesy grin on his lips, evidence of the alcohol in his system.

“Sure. Thank you, boy.” Y/n grinned, handing Rafe her cup. He took it, pressing a kiss to the top of y/n’s head before disappearing into the crowd. Y/n giggled, shaking her head slightly. Rafe was naturally a very touchy person, but when he got drunk he tended to be a bit more affectionate, always hugging, pressing kisses to cheeks, or grabbing at hands. It was just how he was, even if y/n wished deep down it meant something more than drunken touches. So, brushed it off before returning her attention back to Rachel.

“So… how long have you guys been together?” Rachel asked, taking a sip of her drink with a raise of her brows.

“Oh, haha, we’re not together.” Y/n said, fiddling with a strand of her hair as she peered out into the crowd. She rose up onto her tiptoes, hoping to see Rafe’s buzzed head that usually stood a measured distance above everyone else.

“Really?” Rachel said. “I mean— I probably shouldn’t say this— but like everyone in high school was just waiting for the two of you to finally get together.”

Y/n chuckled nervously. She wasn’t completely oblivious to the whispers and rumors that floated around their high school and the rest of Kildare. I mean, hell, they even existed in her own house, her mother occasionally asking questions about her romantic life that usually ended up being about Rafe.

“Well, we’re just friends.” Y/n nodded, gnawing on her bottom lip. The two girls fell into silence, awkwardly swaying to the music until multiple shouts pierced through the air. Y/n’s head, along with everyone else's, immediately whipped around to the circle forming within the crowd of people. Y/n didn’t have to see who was involved, she felt it in her stomach as she began shoving through teenagers. As she pushed back Topper and Kelce, the two of them exchanged glances, but ultimately let her through.

“Nah, what the fuck did you say?!” Rafe shouted, grasping onto the front of some dude's shirt. The guy's eyes were wide, the color completely drained from his face as he held his hands up.

“I– I didn’t– it was just—” The boy stammered, Rafe staring sharply at him, his jaw clenched as he shook the boy harshly.

“Rafe Cameron!” Y/n snapped as she finally broke through the crowd of people. Rafe’s head whipped to the side, immediately releasing his grip on the boy's collar, but not before shoving him to the ground. The boy hit the sand with a groan, his back hitting the sand merely inches from where Topper and Kelce stood with scared expressions on their faces.

“Y/n, what—” Rafe started, wiping his hands on his shorts as y/n scowled at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Y/n said harshly, the crowd of people letting out a chorus of murmurs and chuckles as she scolded Rafe. Rafe opened his mouth to speak, his eyes darting around at the sea of onlookers, before he looked back at y/n.

“I wasn’t— he fuckin’ deserved it!” Rafe scoffed, running a hand through his hair as he let out a shrug. Y/n’s eyes narrowed further, her jaw clenching. It looked like she was going to say something back, some snappy retort about Rafe being a meathead or that he deserved to be slapped, but she didn’t. Without another word, y/n turned on her heels with a huff. She dove back into the crowd, pushing her way through.

“Y/n, what— where the fuck are you going?!” Rafe shouted, immediately moving to follow her. He shoved through the crowd, ignoring the snickers and muttered comments as he ran after y/n’s departing form.

“Where is she going?” Topper murmured, following Rafe and y/n, Kelce on his heels.

Once y/n broke free from the crowd, she kept walking away from the sand where the partygoers' cars lined the road. However, instead of going to Topper’s car (or anyone else’s for that matter), she just walked out onto the road and kept walking, arms crossed across her chest.

“Y/n, hey, stop!” Rafe said, finally catching up to y/n. She continued walking down the road, eyes fixed squarely on the road ahead of her.

“Hey, hey! Where the fuck are you going?” Rafe said, grasping onto her forearm. He attempted to stop her, but she quickly jerked free from his hold.

“I’m going home!” Y/n snapped.

“You’re walking the wrong fuckin way.” Rafe sighed. Y/n stopped for a second, Rafe letting out a snicker before she turned around, continuing her angry walk in the opposite direction.

“Seriously? You don’t even know what happened back there.” Rafe said, falling into step with her as the two of them walked along the road. Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Well, I know that you started another fight after you promised me you’d cut that shit out.” Y/n snapped, scowling at Rafe as he ran hand down his face with a scoff.

“I didn’t start shit, a’ight?” Rafe said, pointing at y/n harshly. “That guy was talking shit about you and I stepped in, ok? I did. I stepped in and put an end to that shit.”

Y/n blinked harshly, her eyes darting to meet Rafe’s as he raised his eyebrows with a cocky nod.

“You shouldn’t be getting into fights over me, no matter what people say.” Y/n shrugged, snapping her eyes forward.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Rafe said, grabbing onto y/n’s arm and turning her to stop and face him. His other hand grasped her opposite arm as he crouched down to meet her eyes. Y/n tried to avoid his stern gaze, but eventually relented, meeting his eyes with a sigh.

“That’s my job, ok? It’s my responsibility to make sure you’re ok, and I’m more than happy to do it because I care about you.” Rafe said, shaking y/n’s arms lightly as he spoke.

“It’s— it’s not your job, Rafe, I can take care of myself.” Y/n murmured, to which Rafe let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah but you don’t have to do it by yourself, a’ight? That’s what friends are for… and I’m one hell of a friend.” Rafe sighed, straightening out as he relinquished his grasp on y/n’s arms. He flung his arm over her shoulders, bringing her into his side. With a sigh, y/n snaked her arm around his torso. The two of them walked back down the road side by side in silence for a moment.

“So, you’ve given up on walking back, then?” Rafe smirked, causing y/n to shove him away playfully.

“Only because these shoes are uncomfortable and I don’t want blisters.” Y/n said as a pair of headlights appeared. The familiar screech of Topper’s tires skidded across the pavement as he came to a stop next to y/n and Rafe.

“You gonna come with us willingly or will we have to kidnap you?” Kelce said, leaning out from the passenger seat of Topper’s Jeep. Y/n groaned as she and Rafe approached the car, the boys letting out a round of chuckles as she willfully climbed in.

#obx #obx au #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x kook!reader #kook!reader

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jellykyunnie · 3 months ago

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Helloooo :3. I wanna know how Jin Woo deals with S/O who got bullied in high school because of her face and always feels insecure because of that. And also isolates and distances herself whenever people hurt her feelings. Requesting headcanons and one shot if u r free of course! :0

˗ˏˋ Entry : 061 - Sung Jinwoo x Bullied! Fem! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

[ BULLYING. Heavy depictions of depression, anxiety, body/face dysmorphia, avoidance of mirrors, idealization of self-harm/mutilation. I've been a victim of bullying so this is quite personal. Fluff Ending]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ When the flower wilts first instead of blooming ] ¡! ❞

Pretty privilege.

Even if you're a child, you know it's a thing. Of course, you can't quite pinpoint why you're being treaed the way you are. But there is that weird inkling that something is going terribly wrong.

The boys in class often snicker at you, making fun of you for no reason in front of your oblivious face. You can tell there is some sort of mockery coming from them and that they treat other girls in class quite differently.

With the other girls, they are respectful and even trying to suck up with them? With you? They're actively snorting and getting off on making you miserably.

It's the little things they say that slowly degraded your poor mind over time.

"Your smile is weird"

"Your cheeks are too fat"

"Hey, can you quit laughing for a bit? You look ugly as hell hahah"

"It's the freak"

With the girls? Oh it gets worse.

They wont shut up about how your features are grotesque and even downright disgusting.

That's odd, you just wanted to be friends with everyone, yet here you are being the center of ridicule— Being pushed out of every single chance to make genuine connection just because they didn't like the way you look.

Well.. It isn't too bad.

There's a boy in class who befriended you. He listened to every story you have and he even laughs at the jokes you make even if you have picked them up from everybody else. If you mimic the popular kids, everyone will like you more right?...

Right?

However that same boy you thought was your friend had been secretly mocking you with his popular friends. He had been making fun of you no matter how kind and outgoing you were with him.

From then on? You started to slowly isolate yourself from everyone.

But somehow, the bullying only got worse.

It was to the point that everyone laughs at you during class and teasing you whenever you try to participate in class. They make wild noises whenever it's your turn to report.

Everyone, everyone just wont stop hurting you.

How about the adults? Surely they will help?

"... Just, try to ignore them, yeah?" — Was the reply the adults with give.

That's funny, shouldn't teachers be taking your side? You're the one who is being wronged here. You're the one who is getting the cruel end of these so called jokes.

Why is everyone making fun of you?

Even outside of the classroom and in the schoolbus— The kids younger and older than you are all a bunch of jerks who gaslight you everytime you try to be friendly with them.

One day, you decided to please everyone and sit on the floor because the pretty girls and the boys deserve it. The reward of your obedience?

Water gets poured on the top of your head and they all cackle in joy.

You went home soaking that day, sobbing miserably as your bag's contents are also drowning in water. Of course, your family confronted the school.

But the solution? Somehow eveything goes fucking downhill even more.

You're pushed out of all social circles. You're considered a goddamn freak.

And thus, the once bubbly and outgoing you had been stripped down to an anti-social and anxious loser that everyone despises. Anyone who comes across you would look at you with either pity or ridicule.

In the end? It doesn't matter anymore.

At some point, you completely gave up on trying to be friends with anyone and chose to keep to yourself. Maybe you had a few they all left overtime.

So you chose to just... Keep to yourself. What better is there to protect your already battered heart than to make sure nobody dares come close?

If being alone is what it takes to finally have the peace you've been longing for and can avoid all sense of harm— Then so be it.

Alone may you be, but at least you're happy.

꒰ .... ꒱

Meeting you is quite odd for Jinwoo so to speak. Of course, he is well aware of anti-social people who actively avoid any sort of interaction. Even small talk is considered a pure living nightmare to go through.

He tried being friendly with you and Jinwoo can tell no matter how polite and meek you are— You are actively trying to escape the conversation and find ways to shut it off.

Well, he could always leave you alone. But somehow he didn't want to. So even if you were uncomfortable, Jinwoo always attempted to be friends with you.

Slowly, he would notice the little things about you.

Such as your hair being grown in a way that obscures your little face, how you're dressed in thick clothes just to hide your body, how you're always choosing to stand alone in a corner where there is a least amount of students.

He knew of that fact that you're making yourself more and more invisible to everyone else by doing this. And he had an inkling something has gone terribly wrong for you to be this willing to isolate yourself.

Even when he managed to make you warm up to him, he knew you were desperate in making sure you don't offend him in any sort of way. He can see that way your demeanour would change if his tone shifts to a lazier and deeper sound out of nowhere.

You're studying his every movement.

Just like he is studying you.

꒰ .... ꒱

One day, he managed to convince you to come with him to go to the mall. Everything is currently boring and dull for him since there isn't much to do on the last week of the semester thanks to both of you handing everything on time. The only reason why school is still ongoing are for those students that are on the path of repeating the grade.

Everything was going well until you find yourself staring at your own reflection in a mirror.

How grotesque.

Those godforsaken awful cheeks you have, the shape of your eyes being so infuriating to look at, how pathetically built you are, how overall unappealing your appearance were.

If you could just run your cutters all of your fucking face maybe you'd be fixed.

This is why you hated mirrors so much.

They remind you of the disgustingly horrid image you have. Mirrors have a talent of showing the god awful being one is.

Because they don't lie.

These objects are made to reflect the person facing them. Despite being mouthless beings, you always had a feeling these fucking things are mocking you just for existing yourself.

Maybe you should scratch your cheek? That way you can shape them down even more—

"Don't look there." A soft, gentle deep voice calls out as a hand stretched out to block your line of sight towards the mirror.

When you look up, you are only met with a pair of kind grey orbs gazing at you as he says; "How about we go to the park instead?"

Jinwoo then moves his hand to grasp yours, squeezing it a little before guiding you out of the place.

꒰ .... ꒱

The walk in the empty park is silent and awkard, your footsteps being the only source of noise as you trail behind Jinwoo's tall and broad back.

"Sorry..." You say, lowering your head as you paused in your steps. "I ruined your shopping day."

"I was getting bored anyway, it's fine" He shrugs, waving his hand dismissively.

"Still," You purse your lips, feeling even more awful since you know Jinwoo is just being kind to you.

"You're always working hard to not make me mad, it wouldn't hurt to be a bit mean sometimes" Jinwoo reaches over to mess up your head.

"You... Are very aware of what I did before, yet you're still nice to me?"

Ah yes, that story, that story where you sent a kid limping in the hallways leaving a trail of blood from his bleeding nose. He finds it a little funny that you think you would scare him, the same bastard who put monarchs at their graves and sending god's army packing when they tried to pull another bullshit in his regression.

Still, it is awfully cute of you in his mind.

"I don't know what they did to you, or what they said that you're this anxious and afraid of ever offending me— But I only care about making you happy." He then becomes a bit flustered as he realized his own words. "W-well, I mean, hahah... That sounds so bad, I just,... Er... You're pretty cute when you smile so—"

Jinwoo stopped talking as he feels you suddenly throwing your arms around him.

"Hey..." He sighs, rubbing your back gently as he feels your tears soaking up his hoodie.

Being called cute by someone like him feels unreal, but somehow you can tell he isn't lying or just saying it to say something. Jinwoo for one has never lied to you, sure, he keeps things to himself most of the time. But he never lied.

So it's okay to trust him, right? it's okay to give him your heart even for just a little bit? With him, it feels like you;re healing a part of yourself that got broken overtime due to the bullying and isolation you had to put yourself through just so you can make sure no one can hurt you ever.

Jinwoo could only cradle you, sighing deeply as his rough fingers card through your strands affectionately. He should've reached out sooner.

Just from the raw, unfiltered and broken sobs that you are emitting— He can tell your cries are an amalgamation of sorrow, pain and loneliness that has long been brewing throughout the years of no solace.

"Joonwoo, Ae-yeong, Hajoon, Beom-shik, Eun-ae" He starts listing a bunch of names and ten other more.

Names familiar to you.

"Those are their names, right?" Jinwoo asks softly, receiving a soft nod from you.

He keeps your head firmly pressed against his shoulder as his face contorts that of pure malice. The undead soldiers hiding inside his shadows stir and whine a bit as they sense their master's temper coming to a close boiling point.

"I hope they enjoyed their sleep these past few days, a hellscape nightmares will be coming their way after all."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: I could've been more graphic but I chose to be merciful and choose this. There's more but ehnnn,,, I wanna play hollow knight immed rn<33. To everyone who is suffering from ptsd and body dysmorphia please know you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are. It'll take a long while to heal but you're not alone and never should be. Please surround yourself with happiness and cute things. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

#‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆— kyunnie's writings #sung jinwoo #solo leveling #sung jin woo #only i level up #solo leveling headcanons #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jinwoo x you #sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo headcanons #sung jin woo headcanons #sung jinwoo x reader fluff #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling fanfic #ore dake level up na ken

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wordsofwhimsy · 2 months ago

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this is for the fic you just posted loverboy what if it was all just a prank and when he bust down the door it's a surprise party!!!

stop it right now that is SO GOOD – had to write it right away 🙂‍↕️

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙮 - 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙬𝙤

Part One!

Mark’s pupils shrank as the blinding glow of party lights hit him.

The room was packed. Laughter and chatter echoed through the house, and a banner reading Happy Birthday, Mark! hung crookedly across the ceiling. Colorful streamers lined the walls, and balloons floated aimlessly, bobbing as if oblivious to the weight of the situation.

He froze in the doorway, his expression faltering as his gaze swept across the smiling faces of his friends—his friends—and there, in the center of it all, was you. You, standing there with a grin that was so wide it could barely contain your excitement. You were holding a plate of cupcakes, your eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Surprise!” you shouted, clearly thrilled, while everyone else cheered around him.

Mark blinked, his mind grinding to a halt as his chest tightened once again. “Took you long enough to get here,” you laughed while walking towards him, extending out the plate of pastries. “Come on, you know you love these. I made your favorite.” Your voice was so sweet, completely unaware of the storm that had just consumed him whole.

Mark stood there, feeling like he was caught between two worlds—one where he was about to tear everything apart and another where everything was normal, too normal. His hands trembled, the remnants of rage still simmering under the surface.

His breath was ragged, and his heart was racing in his chest. The manic, twisted grin that had been on his face only moments ago slowly faded into something unreadable. He looked down at the cupcakes, his mind still whirling, his power still surging beneath the skin.

He felt a moment of silence. A stillness that threatened to pull him under.

Finally, he glanced up at you, trying to swallow down the waves of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. “This… this was a joke?” His voice came out hoarse, cracked with the strain of the rage that still lingered.

You blinked at him, obviously confused. “Yeah, but it’s not a bad one, right?” You chuckled softly, pushing the plate closer to him. “I mean, I figured after everything that’s been going on, you could use a little something to lighten the mood.”

His mind was racing now, pulling in all the pieces, trying to make sense of it. The joke. The party. The betrayal he had felt—was it real? Had it all been nothing? Was he really that far gone that he had allowed a text message, a single message, to unravel him like this?

You placed a gentle hand on his arm, pulling him from his thoughts. “Come on, Mark,” you said softly, “It’s just us. No need to be so… intense.”

And suddenly, he cracked. His laughter started off slow, almost quiet, the rest of the people in the room smiling and joining in on the giggles. But rapidly the sound from his throat devolved into something twisted until it ended in a roaring cackle, stunning the room into silence. “Funny!” he shouted, turning his eyes onto an old classmate from high school who was standing just a foot to his left. Marks hand fell like a sack of bricks onto his shoulder, his fingers curling harshly into his flesh.

“H-Hey—“he stammered, his face faltering into a mixture of confusion and building fear.

Mark’s laugh echoed through the room, hollow and deranged, a sound that sent chills down the spines of everyone present. It was manic—too loud, too sharp. The absurdity of it all, the sharp contrast between the party's innocence and the darkness that had taken root in him, felt like a cruel joke. A joke that only he truly understood the depth of.

“Hey Tom—” he managed between fits of laughter, “Don’t you think this is funny?” His voice cracked, high-pitched with the kind of wild, unhinged glee that only madness could bring. His eyes were wild, glowing with something twisted, his smile growing wider, more unsettling. “Absolutely hysterical!”

Before anyone could respond, before they could even process what was happening, Mark moved.

It was too fast for any of them to react. His hand shot out and with a sickening squelch, Mark drove his arm straight through the man’s chest and out his back.

Tom’s eyes bulged, his mouth opening in a silent scream, but the only sound that came out was a low gurgle of blood pooling in his throat. Thick, crimson liquid dripped from Mark’s arm, staining his t-shirt as he twisted, pulling his hand out and watching the partygoer’s body crumple to the floor like a ragdoll.

Mark let out another laugh—uncontrollable, broken. He stood over Tom’s corpse like a predator reveling in its hunt.

“Now that’s funny,” Mark chuckled to himself, wiping the blood from his hand. The others in the room stood frozen, mouths agape, horror-stricken. They didn’t understand. How could they?

“Isn’t it hilarious?” Mark’s voice was thick with disbelief, as if he was the only one who could see the punchline, the absurdity of it all. “You thought you could be happy. You thought this was normal. It’s all a joke.” His gaze turned to the rest of them, his grin never fading. “You’re all so funny, just sitting here, all in on the joke.” His voice dropped into a sneer. “And stupid old Mark is the punchline.”

The next moment, Mark grabbed another partygoer, a girl named Sarah, by the throat and slammed her against the wall with a sickening thud. She gasped for air, her hands clawing at his iron grip, but Mark didn’t seem to notice. He leaned in close, his voice a low growl.

“You really think you matter?” He mocked her, his words dripping with venom. “None of you do.” With a sickeningly calm expression, he shoved his fist into her chest, feeling her ribs crack under the pressure. Her breath hitched, a final, desperate gasp escaping her lips, but it didn’t matter. Mark didn’t stop.

The room erupted into chaos as people scrambled to escape, screaming, but Mark just stood there, his laughter growing louder. Funnier.

One by one, he picked them off. The crowd of friends and acquaintances—people who had once trusted him—became nothing more than targets. His fists, his arms, his powers—they were all weapons now. The hero was gone. The boy who had tried so desperately to fit in, to be good, was nothing more than a sadistic god in a human-like shell.

He turned to look at you, his expression twisted into something unrecognizable, his eyes filled with madness. You had backed up toward the door, fear and confusion written all over your face. “And here I was thinking I’d lost the most important thing in my life,” he chuckled. “The only thing that ever mattered to me.” He was in front of you in an instant, his bloodstained hands softly tracing down the side of your face. “So glad you still love me, darling dearest! I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” His body was trembling with an electric, frenzied energy.

Your legs gave out beneath you, but his arm closed around your waist like a vice, keeping you on your feet effortlessly. You couldn’t move. There was no escape. You could see the complete and utter absence of the person you once knew in his eyes. This wasn’t Mark anymore. This was something… something darker, more dangerous than anything you had imagined.

His lips crashed harshly into yours, kissing you in a way he’d never done before. You felt nausea quell in your stomach, realizing you could taste iron on his mouth and knowing that was the fresh blood of one of your friends. You sobbed uncontrollably against him. He just sighed in bliss.

#invincible #mark grayson #invincible fanfic #invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #invincible show #mark graryson fanfic #lensless mark #lensless mark x reader #no goggles mark x reader #no goggle mark

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heliosunny · 3 months ago

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Hello! Can I get yandere mydei and phainon with reader is like an otaku? They are nice and all but they absolutely refused to love irl man cuz, "anime is better" you know? The stereotypes weeb? I find it funny as heck, two grown man had to tried their very best to make their weeb crush falls for them which failed miserably when instead of seeing them as this super cool dudes, reader was like:

"if only you were in the anime... I'd buy your merch"

Imma write them as highschool students if that's ok with u :3

Yan!Mydei x Otaku!Reader x Yan!Phainon

The gymnasium echoed with cheers as Mydei and Phainon dominated the court once again. Sweat glistened on their skin, muscles tense as they moved with practiced ease. Their teammates celebrated, their fan club squealed, but neither of them cared about the crowd. Their golden and blue eyes sought only one person.

Sitting on the bleachers, swinging your legs, a bored expression on your face as you scrolled through your phone. Not even sparing them a glance.

Phainon grinned, running a hand through his hair as he approached, brimming with confidence. "So, Y/n, did you see that? Pretty cool, right?"

Mydei, simply stood next to you, arms crossed, golden eyes fixated on your reaction.

You blinked up at them, eyes sparkling—oh? Were they finally getting a reaction? Did you finally see how impressive they were?

"If only you were in an anime..." you sighed wistfully, placing a hand over your chest. "I’d definitely cheer for you."

Phainon's grin twitched. Mydei's expression darkened.

You continued without a care, tapping on your phone. "Like, if you guys were in a sports anime, you'd be the overpowered rivals who secretly train with the protagonist before Nationals. I'd totally have keychains of you two."

Phainon let out a strained chuckle. "That’s... great?"

Mydei exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to grab you and shake some sense into you.

They were real. They were right here. And they were yours.

Yet you still only had eyes for 2D men.

The school hallways buzzed with excitement. Valentine’s Day had turned the campus into a battlefield of love confessions, chocolates, and handwritten letters. And at the center of it all stood Mydei and Phainon.

"Mydei!!! please accept this!"

"Phainon-senpai, I made these chocolates just for you!"

Girls and boys alike flocked around them, hands outstretched, faces flushed with nervous anticipation. Love was in the air—or at least, for everyone except the two athletes.

Phainon’s usual friendly smile twitched as he took a step back, dodging another admirer shoving a pink-wrapped box into his hands. "Ahaha… That’s really nice, but—"

Mydei, less patient, barely spared the gifts a glance. "Not interested" he muttered, voice flat, eyes scanning the hallway for someone else entirely.

But you were already gone.

Slipping out of the school gates, eyes glued to your phone, giggling to yourself.

"Did you see the new release?!" Your voice was excited as you spoke into your wireless earphones, completely oblivious to the chaos behind you. "They finally dropped the limited-edition figures! I need them—no, I deserve them. My husbando has never looked better."

Phainon’s jaw clenched. Mydei’s grip tightened on the unopened chocolate boxes in his hands.

All these people, fighting for their attention, pouring their hearts out.

And you? Once again...

You only had eyes for some… some 2D men.

"We really have our work cut out for us, huh?"

Mydei didn’t reply.

He just crushed the box of chocolates in his hand.

Later that evening, the familiar chime of your doorbell rang through the house. You didn’t move an inch. Why would you? Your hands were busy on your controller, and you were deep in the final boss fight of your new game.

Downstairs, your mother cheerfully opened the door to reveal two towering figures. "Ah, Mydei! Phainon! You’re right on time. Go on up, dears."

They both smiled politely, Phainon with his usual charm, Mydei with a curt nod—but beneath their pleasant exteriors, their patience was running thin.

They knew exactly what you were doing. And they were sick of playing second to a screen.

As they entered your room without knocking (they never bothered anymore—your family practically treated them like members already), the sound of dramatic battle music blasted through your speakers. You didn’t even glance at them.

“C’mon, c’mon…” you muttered under your breath, fingers flying across the controller. “One more hit—one more hit and my husbando is safe—”

Phainon raised an eyebrow at Mydei. Mydei tilted his head toward your console. Without another word, he strode across the room and—

Click.

The screen went black.

You froze. For a solid five seconds, your brain refused to process what had just happened. Slowly, you turned your head, eyes wide with horror.

“…Did you just—?”

Phainon leaned against your desk with a bright, innocent smile. "We’re here to study, remember?" His blue eyes gleamed with something far less innocent.

“I WAS AT THE FINAL STAGE!” you shrieked, clutching your controller like it was your lifeline. “MY HUSBANDO—YOU—HE—"

"You can play later" Mydei said, voice low and firm as he stood beside you, arms crossed. "You’re too distracted."

“I’m gonna burst....oh my god—” You pressed a hand against your chest, genuinely feeling lightheaded. "I was this close to unlocking his final route—"

Before you could combust, the door swung open.

“Kids, I brought fruit!” Your mother’s voice rang out, warm and chipper as she stepped into the room carrying a tray of neatly sliced apples and chilled grapes.

Instantly, you snapped your mouth shut and straightened up, the fury you were about to unleash swallowed back in favor of a tight-lipped smile. "Ah… thanks, Mom."

Phainon beamed at her, sliding easily into his charming persona. "Thank you, ma’am! You’re always so thoughtful."

Mydei gave a small bow. “Thank you.”

Your mom chuckled, clearly delighted. "Such polite boys. Unlike someone who barely leaves their room" she teased before setting the tray on your desk. "Don’t let them do all the work for you, Y/n."

“I won’t” you grumbled, barely resisting the urge to glare at the two towering men beside you.

The moment the door shut behind her, your calm façade cracked. "You owe me a new save point" you hissed under your breath.

Phainon tilted his head, lips twitching into a smug smile. "Maybe if you paid more attention to us instead of your little husbandos, this wouldn’t have happened."

"You two are actual villains."

"And you’re stuck with us," Mydei said coolly, pulling a textbook from his bag. "Now focus."

You swore under your breath. If they weren’t so familiar with your family, you would’ve kicked them out by now.

The next day at school was the same as always—except it wasn’t.

Whispers of a new transfer student had already spread across campus before the morning bell even rang. You hadn’t paid much attention at first (real people were whatever, after all), but that all changed the moment you stepped into the hallway between classes and caught sight of something—

A flash of color. A familiar shape. Dangling from the side of a backpack.

Your favorite limited-edition keychain from Eternal Requiem: Abyssal Code.

You froze. Your mind scrambled to process it. Could it be? Someone else here actually had taste?

Without hesitation, you spun on your heel and marched straight up to the owner of said backpack.

The new transfer student, a boy with messy dark brown hair and sharp green eyes, blinked up at you in surprise as you loomed over his desk.

“You,” you said, pointing dramatically at the keychain. “Where did you get that?”

For a moment, the poor guy looked confused—probably not expecting to be interrogated first thing in the morning—but then he followed your gaze and let out a small chuckle. “Oh, this? Got it from the pre-order set.”

Your hands slammed down on his desk. “YOU KNOW ABYSSAL CODE?!”

The classroom fell silent for a second, students exchanging confused glances, but the boy—Dorian Vance, according to the seating chart—only grinned. “Obviously. It’s my favorite anime this season.”

Your eyes practically sparkled. “No way! Who’s your favorite?”

Recess couldn’t come fast enough.

By the time the break period started, you were perched on the edge of Dorian’s desk, animatedly discussing plot theories, merch releases, and screaming over your shared favorite characters. You had completely forgotten about lunch. About class. About everything except the fact that, finally, someone else understood.

And that was exactly the scene Mydei and Phainon walked into.

The two had planned to find you during recess—after all, you were in a different class, and they hadn’t seen you since the morning. It was supposed to be routine. Just another moment where they could remind you that no matter how much you obsessed over anime, they were still here.

But instead, they found you—sitting way too close to some random guy, eyes bright, voice excited, completely absorbed in a conversation that had nothing to do with them.

Phainon’s usual easygoing smile thinned at the edges, Mydei, standing beside him, clenched his jaw.

Who the hell was this guy? And why did you look at him like that?

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Mydei and Phainon stood near the gates, leaning against the fence as they waited for you. Mydei was scanning the crowd. Phainon, though outwardly relaxed, kept shifting his weight from foot to foot.

You always walked home with them.

But today?

They spotted you further down the path—walking with him. The new transfer student.

The same Dorian Vance who shared your cursed obsession with 2D men. The same one who had occupied your time all through recess, stealing your attention, your conversations, your smiles.

And now, he was walking home with you.

Phainon let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Wow. Look at that. Guess someone forgot about us."

"Y/n didn’t forget. Just distracted."

Phainon glanced at him. "So? What do we do?"

"We fix the distraction."

"That’s what I like to hear."

There was no need to speak further. They already knew the plan. Dorian Vance would not last long. Not in your life. Not in their way.

The next day, Dorian was everywhere.

At lunch, he sat beside you, chatting about the latest anime episode you both loved. During breaks, he showed you fan art he’d found online. He even had the audacity to lend you a keychain of your favorite character. Mydei and Phainon watched it all from a distance.

"He’s really pushing it, huh?" Phainon muttered, tapping his fingers against his desk. His usual bright energy was dimmed.

Mydei didn’t respond immediately, just exhaled slowly, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce. "It won’t last. We just need to help it end faster.”

That moment came after school.

Dorian was at his locker, oblivious to the two shadows that loomed behind him.

“Hey, Vance.” Phainon grinned.

Dorian turned, surprised. “Oh, uh, Phainon, right?”

“And Mydei” Mydei added flatly, stepping closer, golden eyes locked onto Dorian’s with something heavy.

Dorian hesitated. “…Did you guys need something?”

“Yeah,” Phainon said smoothly, slinging an arm over Dorian’s shoulder. “We just wanted to talk.”

Dorian stiffened. “About?”

Mydei leaned in slightly, his presence imposing. “About our friend.”

There was no need to elaborate. The message was clear.

For the next few days, whispers spread through the school.

Rumors about Dorian Vance.

He stole someone’s money. He cheated on a test. He badmouthed teachers behind their backs.

Little things, at first. Just enough to plant doubt. Enough to make people look at him differently. As for Mydei and Phainon? They stayed clean, never directly involved, always just watching.

Dorian caught on fast. The way classmates whispered when he passed, the way people hesitated before speaking to him—it was suffocating. He tried to defend himself, but somehow, no one believed him.

And then, one night, you went to the convenience store.

You were just grabbing some instant ramen and an energy drink when you spotted him—Dorian, hood up, standing at the end of the aisle, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“…Dorian?” you called.

He flinched. Visibly. Then, he did something strange—he looked past you. His face paled.

You turned slightly, only to find Mydei and Phainon standing behind you.

They hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t even moved. But their presence alone was enough to send Dorian bolting out of the store.

“…The hell?” you muttered, watching him disappear into the night.

Phainon clicked his tongue. “Weird guy.”

Mydei grabbed a drink from the fridge, his expression unreadable. “You shouldn’t waste time on him.”

You shrugged. It was strange, but whatever. You had anime to catch up on.

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The deal was simple.

You’d cheer for Mydei and Phainon at their basketball match, and in return, they’d help you clear the impossibly hard final stage of your game.

So there you were, sitting near the front row, sipping on a vending machine soda, eyes glued to your phone more than the actual game. Every now and then, you’d glance up, mostly when the crowd cheered. Mydei was his usual powerhouse self, effortlessly blocking shots and scoring with a deadpan expression. Phainon, ever the showman, hyped up the crowd with flashy passes and confident smirks.

You were kind of paying attention.

Until you weren’t.

The next thing you knew, a basketball came hurtling toward you—fast. Too fast. You had zero time to react.

BAM.

Pain exploded across your face, sharp and dizzying. Gasps erupted around you as you clutched your nose, head throbbing.

Mydei had been only a few steps away, arm outstretched, fingertips barely missing the ball before it wrecked you. His golden eyes narrowed as he turned to the player who threw it.

Phainon was at your side instantly, pulling your hands away to assess the damage. His expression darkened at the sight of the blood trickling from your nose. "Shit. You okay?"

You barely registered the concerned murmurs around you as you groaned, "Do I look okay?"

The next thing you knew, you were being half-carried to the school infirmary.

The nurse had already seen worse injuries—this was a basketball team, after all. She cleaned you up, gave you an ice pack, and suggested you rest for a bit. Your head pounded, but honestly, you just wanted to go home.

"I’m fine," you grumbled. "You guys need to get back to the game. It’s important, right?"

Mydei didn’t answer immediately, his eyes locked onto you like he was trying to decide whether leaving was even an option.

Phainon ruffled his hair in frustration. "Yeah, but—"

"Seriously, I’ll just head home. Alone." You emphasized the last word, knowing full well they’d insist on escorting you otherwise. "I’ll rest better in my own bed anyway."

For the first time ever, they actually hesitated on leaving you alone.

But the match was important. Their team needed them.

"Fine." Mydei finally relented, but his voice was low, stiff. "Call us when you get home."

"Yeah, and text us if you feel dizzy or something," Phainon added. "Or if—"

"I get it, I get it." You waved them off, already gathering your things. "Now go, before your team loses."

They exchanged glances, clearly not liking this. But eventually, they turned and left.

You made it home safe, which was honestly a miracle considering how dizzy you still felt. All you wanted was to crash in bed, maybe ice your face a bit, and just exist in peace.

But peace?

Not happening.

Because the moment you stepped inside, a high-pitched squeal rang through the house, followed by the overwhelming force of someone tackling you into a suffocating hug.

"Cousin!!!"

Oh no. Oh no.

Your disturbing, overly affectionate, doesn’t-know-personal-space cousin was here.

"W-What the hell—" you croaked, still sore from earlier.

"I missed youuu!" she whined, squeezing you tighter. "Auntie said you were home, so I came to visit! We need to catch up!"

You groaned, barely registering the fact that she was dragging you toward your room. "I just want to sleep—"

"Nuh-uh, no sleeping!" She shut the door, locked it, and immediately flopped onto your bed like she owned the place. "I have so much to tell you!"

And she did. Dear god, she did.

She talked. And talked. And talked.

About her friends. About school. About some guy she was totally not into (but clearly was). All while poking, shoving, and randomly hugging you every few minutes.

You just laid there, staring at the ceiling, regretting every choice in your life that led to this moment.

And worst of all?

You completely forgot to text Mydei and Phainon.

They were worried sick.

The second the game ended, they rushed to your house, only to be met with a locked door and your voice screaming from inside.

"Ahhh—!"

"S-Stop! You’re so—!"

Then a moan???

Both Mydei and Phainon froze.

They didn’t hesitate.

CRASH

The door slammed open with a force that nearly ripped it off the hinges.

Your cousin screamed. You yelped.

And there you were—on your bed, struggling under your cousin’s weight as she attempted to wrestle a pillow from your grasp.

All of you stared at each other.

"…What the actual hell?" Phainon breathed, looking like he was ready to commit crimes.

Mydei just exhaled slowly, like he was counting down from ten to avoid snapping someone’s neck.

"What on earth is going on here?"

Your mother stood at the doorway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

Oh. Oh no.

You all quickly scrambled to apologize as fast as humanly possible.

Your cousin tried to explain. Mydei and Phainon stammered their own excuses. You just wanted the ground to swallow you whole. It took a while, but eventually, after much awkwardness, your mom sighed and just told everyone to get out of your room.

Finally, peace.

As you flopped back onto your bed, you barely registered Mydei and Phainon standing outside your door, still tense, still watching.

Phainon crossed his arms. "Next time, text us."

Mydei just muttered, "We're staying over."

And somehow, you knew you weren’t getting rid of them anytime soon. Damn these annoying real men.

#yandere x reader #yandere #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x you #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #mydei #hsr phainon #phainon #mydei x reader #hsr mydei #honkai star rail mydei #phainon honkai star rail #phainon hsr #phainon x reader

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celestiamour · 3 months ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ two girls in the cut ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anon┊edit creds to ilovemode1ling ˚₊ ⊹

ft. kang sae-byeok, se-mi x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ how sae-byeok & se-mi would compete for your affections in the games┊1.5k words

setting: season 2 timeline!! au where sae-byeok is also a winner!! contains: gay gay homosexual gay, useless lesbians be upon ye, jealousy, reader is an oblivious sweetheart

➤ author's note: god, imagine them as a duo together, they would have been so powerful!!

╰₊✧ when sae-byeok reluctantly agreed to return to that damned island with gi-hun to put an end to the games, she expected to be faced with more blood and death, but not to find herself falling for the cute girl she saved during “red light, green light.” she knew she was done for when she looked into your fearful eyes and felt crushed at the thought of you being unable to make it without her, and despite telling herself she wasn’t going to get attached like she did last time, she was unable to push you away or keep her distance when you ended up following her like a lost puppy. behind her stoic demeanor, she quickly developed a noticeable soft spot for you where she was mostly stone-faced around others and kind towards you (noticeable, as in, everyone around her noticed this except for you because you didn’t know if she was kind in a platonic way or a romantic way because that’s sapphic experiences for you).

╰₊✧ and as if grappling with her complicated inner feelings and trying to ensure that both of you (and her basically adopted father and everyone else in the alliance, but especially you) survived, she soon noticed that there was another young woman who was also smitten by your charms and was out in an open attempt to woo you. she can’t remember any moment she took her eyes off of you for you to meet se-mi without her noticing, but one thing is for certain, and it’s that if she didn’t start making moves of her own, she would see you get swept off your feet by this new girl.

╰₊✧ se-mi is bold and flirtatious, confident in herself, making her advances clear as day, and being damn good at making you flustered with a single statement. it would almost be impressive if the twisting feeling of jealousy wasn’t there every time her treasured time with you was interrupted each time she came to join your guys for every meal, and of course, you welcomed her with open arms each and every time because you didn’t know about their little unspoken rivalry.

“they don’t give us enough food in here,” you whined, shuffling around the grains of white rice with your chopsticks, “you would think that with the millions and millions of won we could win, they would give us more than one meal a day that isn’t overcooked… i’m still hungry…”

as soon as that last statement left your lips with a pout, sae-byeok grabbed her unopened carton of milk and turned to hand it over to you, only to find that se-mi was also holding out her given milk for you to take. there was a moment of awkward silence between the two as the feeling of competition hung in the air, waiting for you to give the point by accepting one of their pints over the other.

however, you simply took both of them at the same time with a wide smile, completely oblivious to the tension, “aw, you guys are so nice to me! are you sure? i don’t want you guys to be hungry just because i took both your milks.”

“don’t worry about it, i’m lactose intolerant anyway,” se-mi assured. “i’m pretty sure everyone else here is too, that’s korea for you.”

you hummed cheerfully as you opened up the little thin cardboard package and drank the milk inside. usually you wouldn’t drink so much of it and you weren’t sure if it was healthy, but your stomach was grumbling like you were testing in a quiet classroom back in high school so you didn’t think it would be too bad to drink some extra to fill up for the couple of days you would be here.

all the while, the two women are staring each other down, one with a little smirk on her face, and the other with a blank glare.

╰₊✧ every time you ask to use the restroom, you’ll magically find both of them at your side arguing as calmly as possible about who should go with you. outside of the island, girls already go do their business in pairs or groups for safety, but it’s especially true here because most people are too scared to be vulnerable here alone when they are being watched by guards with rifles, even the men. while they quarrel over this one stupid thing, you probably end up going with jun-hee who also needed to go while they’re unable to make up their minds.

╰₊✧ sae-byeok is maybe a tad bit insecure about her mannerisms compared to se-mi’s. she’s expressionless most of the time and struggles so much to put how she feels into words, often coming off as not caring or sometimes even brash. thankfully, you don’t take it the wrong way and understand without her needing to tell you that she cares in her own special way. if she didn’t, then why would she bother making a beeline for you every game to ensure that you were safe with a hand possessively wrapped around your waist? she’s more than willing to put herself in danger to protect you because she already knows what to expect having played these games before and also has the alliance looking out for her.

╰₊✧ speaking of the alliance, they all know about her crush on you although they are too intimidated by her to tease her directly for it. dae-ho gives tips on how to impress you using his experience growing up with his sisters and hearing about their dating lives. gi-hun blatantly asks you if you have a boyfriend, and when you bashfully say you don’t, he then asks if you have a girlfriend because you guys could die any day here, why bother to play the long game? (sae-byeok definitely smacks him though because she feels like she could die from embarrassment, but at least she got the answer “not yet” which means you’re open to dating another girl.)

╰₊✧ oh god, mingle is a nightmare because the two of them refuse to part with you during the final round, their voices ringing clear above all of the music and chaos while they have a tight grip on both your arms. sae-byeok ended up being the bigger person and running off with someone else as se-mi pulled you into safety.

╰₊✧ they bicker constantly over the little things when it comes to you, which is surprising considering how chill they seem in terms of attitude, only letting up when you start pouting and offer a compromise which they begrudgingly agree to.

╰₊✧ se-mi is well aware that sae-byeok also has feelings for you, evident by the way she always lingers behind you like an overprotective guard dog and not–so-subtly stares daggers into her every time she approaches you, but doesn’t mind a little competition. she actually finds it to be a nice distraction from everything going on, living out the life as the second female lead in a yuri love triangle fanfiction. in another life where you met in different circumstances, se-mi would take courting you a lot more seriously, but her main goal at the moment is surviving, and whatever comes next is an afterthought.

“you know…” se-mi started, staring up blankly at the ceiling, and catching sae-byeok’s attention. this was the first time they had a conversation without you, one-on-one, while everyone else was dead asleep. “i don’t really think all three of us are going to make it out of here together…”

similar to how they couldn’t decide who should accompany you to the restroom, they also couldn’t decide who should watch over you in case a fight broke out like in the last game. in the end, they both stayed up sitting in their bunks next to yours, focusing on not falling asleep before the other did because it would determine who was fit for the job.

she stayed silent as the weight of her words sunk in, allowing se-mi to continue, “if anything happens to me, you’ll look after her, right? i don’t plan on going anytime soon, but… anything can happen in a place like this…”

“... only if you take care of her in case anything happens to me…”

her eyes wandered in the dark, first fixating on your slumbering body with your chest steadily rising to the beat of your breathing, then meeting the eyes of se-mi. there was a mutual understanding that didn’t need to be said, and then the two of them finally sighed before going to bed. there’s a certain relief in knowing your loved one is in good hands if the universe has other plans for you.

╰₊✧ what they don’t know is that your oblivious nature is a facade, you’re freaking out because of the insane gay panic these two ridiculously attractive women are giving you and you would be unable to choose if held at gunpoint. in just a few more days, you hope, you’ll able to come to terms with your feelings and decide who you really fell in love with when you care so intensely for both of them. all you have to do before then is survive, which shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

hey guys, imagine if sae-byeok actually saved se-mi and then they all run out together and have a happy poly relationship yipee

request was as follows:

okay hear me out. im a se mi and saebyeok girly.. i was wondering if you could make a cute little semi x reader x saebyeok (s2 squid games timeline maybe? ur choice :3c) where semi n saebyeok are in a bit of a rivalry because they both adore reader! they might fight over things like who would have night guard duties with reader, offer reader food at the same time, etc! (i love ur writing sm btw ♡)

#📜. her works #kang sae byeok #kang sae byeok x reader #se mi #se mi x reader #squid game #squid game x reader

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rustyironskillet · 1 year ago

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Day 12: Time Travel

“Sooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?” Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.

A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!

Batman didn’t give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed “community service hours”.

The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.

“Why?”

“Well we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think it’d be best if we all got to know you better,” that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you can’t use those for school, he’s tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!

Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wally’s skull before saying, “Okay fine”.

The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.

“Depending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblings”

“Is your father a serial adopter too?” Tim joked.

“Yes and no”

“Huh?”

“It’s pretty complicated,” Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.

However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantom’s statement.

“Ehh, it probably isn’t as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much trauma”

At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.

“I see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insane”

“Am I?” Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.

Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim.

“You’re lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bit”

Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.

“Okay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parents” Phantom began, “but then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfather”

Megan raised her hand and asked, “Isn’t a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?”

“‘Cause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple times”

“I see,” Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.

“There I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanity”

“I think that was a bit of an overreaction,” Wally joked.

“You tried to kill all of humanity? Why weren’t we told of this when it happened?” Kaldur'ahm asked.

“That was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,” Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didn’t not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.

“What happened next?,” Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.

“I was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,” Phantom continued to explain, “so I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken away”.

“Is your therapist open to seeing new patients?” Konner asked.

“No, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number instead”

“Sure, that’ll work”

“Okay,” Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, “The thing is I can’t go back to living with my real parents because they don’t know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfather”

“You gotta be kidding me” Tim groans.

“Exactly what I said!!” Phantom put his arm up defensively, “Fortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty of”

Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.

“Anyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess I’d have to considered the other me as my brother”

“Damn bitch your family is crazy” Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantom’s tough skin.

As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.

“You all were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago”

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greengoblinswifey · 6 months ago

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Secret Lovers— Brother’s Bsf!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— you and your little brother’s best friend sneakily navigate your secret escapades around your house. based on this request.

warnings— slight age gap(nicholas is 2 years younger), mentions of sex, sub!nicholas, oral, praise kink, unprotected sex, forbidden relationship, sex in brother’s bed.

Part one

The first time it happened, it was late at night. Nicholas, shy but completely captivated, had stumbled over his words as you found your way into his pants. That night was his first, and by dawn, he’d snuck out before anyone could notice. But as fate would have it, he ran into your brother at school the next day.

“Dude,” your brother had gawked, looking at the hickey’s all over Nicholas’ neck, “what happened to you? You look like you got into it with a—well, someone.”

Nicholas had just grinned, his face flushed. “Yeah, you could say that. Maybe I’ll tell you about her sometime.” But he never did.

After that, things only got riskier. Nicholas would slip in through the front door while your brother was gaming with headphones on, and the two of you would race past his room to your own. It was thrilling, sneaking around in your own home. Your brother assumed you were just seeing someone new, completely unaware that his own best friend was sneaking in.

One evening, Nicholas started showing up at your house a bit more often under the pretense of “hanging out.” Your brother didn’t think much of it, only shrugging when Nicholas stuck around long after he’d gone to bed. Those nights always ended the same, with Nicholas slipping down the hall to your room once the coast was clear, holding back moans as you pushed him up against the closed door behind him.

But there were close calls, too. Once, after a late night together, your brother woke up earlier than expected. Panicking, Nicholas jumped out of bed and bolted into the bathroom, pretending he’d been in there the whole time.

Another time, your brother came home unexpectedly, just as the two of you were tangled up naked in bed. Nicholas managed to hide under your bed just in time, holding his breath as your brother knocked on your door, asking if you'd seen his headphones.

Then, there was the night Nicholas accidentally dozed off in your room, only to be jolted awake by the sound of your brother’s voice just outside the door. He barely had time to scramble under the bed before your brother strolled in, asking you for help with girl problems.

“Hey, have you seen Nicholas? Thought he might still be here,” he mumbled, oblivious to the fact that his best friend was lying flat on the floor under your bed, barely stifling his laughter.

Whenever Nicholas stayed to eat with you and your family, he’d sneak glances across the table, his eyes filled with lust. You’d catch him looking just a little too long, smirking over the rim of his glass or giving you a slight nod had you throbbing. He looked innocent enough to everyone else, but you knew better; those looks were anything but.

Your brother, though oblivious, began picking up on little changes. “Hey, Nicholas, you got a lock on your phone now?” he asked one night, narrowing his eyes. “Didn’t think you were the private type, you never used to have one.”

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Just—uh, you know, gotta keep things secure.”

Your brother smirked. “You hiding something? Got some secret girl or something?”

You listened quietly from the kitchen, heart pounding as you overheard their exchange. Nicholas played it cool, just laughing it off and saying, “Nah, nothing like that.” But you knew he needed the lock for a reason. His phone was practically a vault of amateur porn— naked photos of you both, late-night messages, and homemade sex tapes you’d both be mortified if anyone, especially your brother, found.

“Just admit it,” your brother teased, nudging him. “You’re holding out on me.”

“Nothing gets past you, huh?” Nicholas muttered, glancing toward the kitchen where you hid, smiling to yourself.

One evening, things got riskier than usual. Your brother’s bathroom was under repairs, and he’d started using yours out of habit, which made sneaking around with Nicholas more challenging. You and him thought you had a moment for a quickie on the couch downstairs, his hands tracing soft patterns along your inner thighs as he pulled you close. Just as he began lifting up your skirt, you heard footsteps coming down the hall. In a split second, you scrambled, doing your best to appear innocent just as your brother stepped in, oblivious to what had nearly happened.

And yet, those close calls only added to the thrill. When he’d stay over, you’d find yourselves whispering in hushed tones, or meeting for a secret kiss in the hallway while your brother watched TV. Those late nights, Nicholas would slip into your room once your brother was asleep, barely containing his excitement as youshoved him onto your bed, whispering how much he’d missed you in your ear.

The stolen moments, the thrill of secrecy, and the constant dance of nearly getting caught only made things more electric.

Nicholas slipped into your room one evening with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. You tried to keep him quiet, whispering, “He’s right downstairs! We can’t risk it.”

He gave you a needy look, running a hand through his hair, leaning in close. “Five minutes. That’s all I need,” he whispered, brushing his thumb gently along your jaw with pleading eyes.

You sighed, glancing at the door. “Five minutes? You’re sure?”

His smirk deepened. “I’m sure. I missed you way too much for me not to cum quick.”

Your resolve melted as he pulled you close, his hands warm and insistent. You couldn’t resist him, feeling the excitement of sneaking around and the thrill of getting away with it.

“Five minutes,” you murmured, guiding him to sit quietly on the edge of your bed as you kneeled in front of him, his breath hitching.

He barely held back a quiet moan, his eyes wide with gratitude and need, whispering, “Y-you’re the best,” as you leaned in, savoring the feeling of him deep in your throat. You bobbed your head faster and faster, determined to make the five minutes count and to not have your brother catch you in such a compromising position with his best friend.

You arrived home early from your trip, bags in hand, to find your house in full party mode. Music blared, people were mingling, and your brother was clearly hosting more friends than he'd probably asked permission for. Shaking your head at the scene, you slipped inside quietly, hoping to reach your room without being spotted.

As soon as you opened your door, there was Nicholas, sitting on your bed, a sly grin spreading across his face. “You’re back early,” he whispered, pulling you into a warm hug.

“Looks like my brother’s a little preoccupied,” you murmured, nodding toward the commotion outside. “Guess that means we won’t be disturbed for a while.”

His grin widened. “So, we finally have the house to ourselves?”

You smirked, locking the door behind you. “And no one’s going to come looking for either of us.”

For the next few hours, you and Nicholas enjoyed your stolen time together, sharing quiet laughter and mind blowing sex as loud as you wanted as the party thumped downstairs. You listened to the sounds of your brother and his friends, comfortably hidden away in your room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so big!” you screamed.

God, it felt good to scream as loud as you wanted. Nicholas was enjoying himself too, unable to contain his sweet little whimpers as he stared up at you like you were the only girl in the world while you rode his cock.

Later, your brother knocked on your door. “Hey, you in there?” he called, the music fading as he paused outside. Nicholas held his breath, glancing at you with wide eyes.

You kept your voice calm. “Yeah, I got back early. Just tired, going to sleep.”

He hesitated. "You seen Nicholas around? I can’t find him.”

You exchanged a glance with Nicholas, who was barely holding back nervousness. “Uh, last I heard, he said he’d be mingling. Probably outside somewhere.”

“Alright,” your brother replied, sounding slightly suspicious, but he wandered away, calling Nicholas’ name as he headed back down the hall.

When his footsteps faded, Nicholas shook his head, laughing quietly. “We really need to be more careful. He’s going to catch on one of these days.”

You grinned, pulling him closer. “That’s the risk we take, isn’t it?”

It was late, and your brother had just gone to bed after a long night of studying. Nicholas had come over under the guise of helping him with an assignment, but as soon as your brother headed upstairs, he quietly slipped into your room, closing the door as softly as he could behind him.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he was on you, hands on your tits, pulling you close and groping as he murmured, “Do you know how hard it is to sit across from you and pretend like I’m focused on anything else?”

The thrill of him sneaking around, practically right under your brother’s nose, made everything even more intense. But just as things were heating up, you both froze, hearing footsteps heading toward your room. Nicholas’ eyes widened as you whispered, “Closet, now!” You pulled him inside, shutting the door just in time to hear your brother knock on your door.

You barely breathed as your brother called out, “Hey, I thought I heard something in here, everything good?”

“Yeah, I’m just on the phone,” you replied quickly, hoping he wouldn’t question it.

He paused, as if he might press further, but eventually, he muttered a distracted “Alright” and walked away. You let out a sigh of relief, turning to Nicholas, who was smirking at you even in your huge closet.

“Close call,” he whispered, grinning mischievously. “Guess we’ll have to be quiet—if you still want to finish what we started.”

You shot him a daring look, realizing you might just take him up on that.

One afternoon, when your brother was out with his other friends, Nicholas couldn’t resist pulling you into your brother's room with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You uh, ever thought about us doing it—here?” he whispered, eyes dark with that playful, needy, look.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “In his fucking bed? You’re insane.”

“Just a little,” he grinned, moving closer. “But it’s kind of thrilling, isn’t it?” He kissed you deeply, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed with him. The forbidden aspect only made things more intense.

You were both already naked, on your brother’s fucking bed too and you straddled him as he lined his very hard cock up with your leaking entrance.

You never thought in a million years you would ever do something like this, you were even shocked out of your wits when shy, sweet, Nicholas suggested it, pulling you onto the bed without waiting for protest.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I need to be inside you, please, right here, right now,” he pleaded.

Your eyes were filled with a dark glint, how wrong it was, how absolutely insane it would be, but that’s what made it all the more endearing. The thought had you warm and throbbing.

Giving in, you slowly sank onto his cock, his loud moans filling the room, he was enjoying this, maybe even more than you were.

“You’re so naughty,” you murmured, your knees on either side of him as you bounced wildly.

The bed creaked beneath you, the bed frame slammed against the wall loudly and the sound of skin slapping and both your moans would be heard the minute someone stepped into the house.

“Faster, p-please baby, please,” he whimpered, his hands gripping your hips.

But just as things were getting heated, you both heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling up outside. Nicholas’ eyes went wide, and you both scrambled, hurriedly grabbing clothes and slipping off the bed. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, both of you barely stifling your giggles as you made a break for the door, tiptoeing down the hall and slipping back into your room just as the front door opened.

You and Nicholas collapsed onto your bed, breathless from the rush, both of you laughing quietly. He leaned close, grinning. “Worth the risk,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear.

“You’re lucky we didn’t get caught,” you teased, nudging him.

Then, you heard loud pounds on the door, “hey, Y/N, were you in my goddamn room?”

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thedilfdiaries · 6 months ago

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Lunch Break | 3.6K

Javier Peña x coworker f!reader

Summary: Javi edges you at work

Warnings: unprotected p in v, fingering, oral, reader has hair that's pullable, vibrator, public sex, lots of edging

Notes: This is the only Javier fic I've ever written so sorry if everything is not great to his characterization. I hope you enjoy. A big thank you to the sweetest @sawymredfox for reading this for me and helping me with the Spanish love you so much! Thank you to my love @thundermartini for reading bits and pieces for me love you love you! and @syd-djarin for the mood board love youuuu!

Masterlist

Reality dawns on you while seated on the hard black leather chair in the conference room—everyone filing in—you realize with a sinking heart that in your haste this morning, you neglected to remove your vibrator from its spot in your back pocket ‘Fuck’, you chide yourself silently, 'you can be so stupid sometimes.'

With an air of nonchalance that belies your inner turmoil—the embarrassment of potentially being caught with such an intimate item—you navigate towards the back corner where solace awaits by way of a coffee pot; 'Just get through this meeting,' you reassure yourself, 'then it's straight to your car.'

As you stand by the coffee machine, the weight of the object in your back pocket feels conspicuous. You can't help but wonder if it's as noticeable to others as it is to you. Before you can even pour that first cup of coffee—a balm for your nerves Javier Peña sidles up next to you, his own cup of black coffee already in hand “Why does it look like there's a giant bullet in your back pocket?” he queries with an infuriating smirk playing on his lips.

"Why are you staring at my ass, Peña?” You lean against the surface of the coffee machine and muster up enough bravado for one last retort before this encounter ends mercifully soon; "Maybe I’m housing the next big thing in bullet technology," you toss back at Peña with feigned nonchalance while internally cursing yourself for not double-checking your pockets this morning like you usually do. You fill up your cup from the pot, hoping he takes the hint and moves away. But instead of leaving, he stays put and reaches into your pocket. Your spin around and your face burns with embarrassment as he holds up what he found - a pink vibrator - between his thumb and forefinger. You stand there, momentarily shocked—but honestly, not really. This kind of childish, middle-school game is typical of Javier. Always stirring the pot, always trying to get a reaction. You glance around the room, noting how everyone else is busy with their own conversations, laughing or small-talking, completely oblivious to the little scene unfolding between you and Javi.

Your eyes snap back to him, your annoyance clear as you extend your hand. “Give it back,” you demand, voice firm.

“Not until you tell me what it is,” he says, holding the item just out of reach with a teasing knowing smirk.

“Oh my god,” you groan, exasperated. “Just give it here, and I’ll show you.” You stand there, arm still outstretched, palm up, waiting for him to cooperate. The irritation bubbling inside you is hard to contain, especially since it seems painfully obvious to you what it is.

Javi finally relents, placing it into your palm with a grin that suggests he knows he’s gotten under your skin. You curl your fingers around the hard plastic, sighing as your other hand moves to the opposite end of the device. Twisting it, the small pink vibrator quietly buzzes to life.

You lock eyes with him, deadpan. “Happy?”

Without waiting for a response, you switch it off and shove it back into your pocket, hoping to move past this absurd moment.

Javier blinks at you, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering across his face. It’s clear he’s not entirely shocked—like a part of him always suspected you weren’t as straight-laced as you let on.

“So damn gullible. Why the fuck did you bring that to work?” He chuckles, shaking his head.

"That's confidential, Peña—classified. Don’t ever touch my shit again, or I’m reporting you." You spin on your heel and stride away, your shoulders tight with frustration, planting yourself in a chair at the far end of the table. Javier Peña stands frozen for a moment, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he watches you leave.

The meeting drags on endlessly, each passing moment heavier than the last but as soon as it concludes, you bolt from the room, your legs carrying you to the parking lot faster than you thought possible. You yank the car door open, drop into the driver’s seat, and slam it shut, letting your body sink into the cool leather. A hand runs over your face, rubbing away the tension, but it’s futile—every muscle hums with unresolved stress.

Always stressed. That’s your perpetual state. Nothing—not meditation, not the strongest caffeine jolt—seems to dull the edge. You need something real, but since that isn’t an option, you opt for the only relief within reach.

You sit up, retrieving the travel-sized vibrator stashed in your back pocket. Your eyes dart around, ensuring the parking lot is deserted. Once satisfied, you unbutton your dress pants, pushing them down just far enough to slip the device against your throbbing clit. The buzz sends immediate relief coursing through you, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

Your breath quickens; your core tightens. You're so close—on the brink—when the passenger seat suddenly dips. The car shifts as someone slams the door shut.

“I knew you were a slut,” Javier’s voice drawls, dripping with amusement.

You gasp, fumbling to switch off the vibrator, but his hand catches your wrist, halting you mid-motion. You glance up, startled, meeting his dark, mischievous gaze.

“Finish,” he commands, his voice firm, laced with dominance. “I can wait.”

Your lips part, a protest forming, but it dies in your throat as his free hand grips your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. His voice drops lower, “I said finish.”

A shiver races down your spine as goosebumps erupt across your skin. He releases your wrist and chin, giving you control again—or so it seems.

Your hand trembles as you reposition the vibrator, pressing it against your clit once more. The vibrations hit, and your head falls back against the seat, eyes fluttering closed. Javier watches intently, lighting a cigarette as though savoring a fine performance.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Such a good girl. So pretty.”

The buildup to your orgasm is overwhelming, every nerve in your body attuned to Javier's command. You grab his arm, your nails sinking into his skin as a moan tears from your lips—raw, unrestrained, louder than you’ve allowed yourself in so long. His large, tan hand covers your mouth instantly.

“Shhh, baby, you gotta keep it down,” he murmurs, his voice husky and low. He waits until your breathing steadies before easing his hand away, but then he stops everything. The vibrator’s buzz fades as he pulls it away, leaving you teetering painfully on the edge.

Your body jolts when his fingers slide inside you without warning replacing the vibrations. A gasp escapes your lips, your back arching as pleasure spikes through you. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, each stroke precise and maddeningly effective. The rhythm he sets sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, pulling you closer to release. You feel yourself tightening around him, every movement driving you closer and closer. And then, just as you’re about to unravel completely, he stops.

His fingers leave you empty, aching, desperate. Before you can even protest, he brings them to his mouth, his tongue sweeping over his fingers to taste you. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he licks them clean, savoring every second of your helpless frustration.

He glances at his watch, the smirk on his lips cutting through your haze. "Oh, look at that—lunch is over. Better get back in there, agent."

Without another word, he opens the car door and steps out, leaving you breathless, trembling, and yearning for more as he strides away like nothing just happened.

The next morning, you arrive at the office earlier than usual, your frustration still simmering from how Peña left you high and dry the day before. Scanning his office from your desk, you note it’s still empty. You settle at your computer, trying to focus on work, but the irritation gnaws at you.

When he finally walks into his office, you pause, considering if confronting him is really a good idea. Then you remember the way he left you wanting yesterday, and resolve steels your spine.

Once you’re sure he’s alone, you stride to his office, closing the door firmly behind you and locking it with a deliberate click. The sound makes him glance up from the papers he’s working on. His eyebrows lift in mild surprise as he sees you. “Can I help you, agent?”

You don’t respond immediately. Instead, you walk up to his desk, fixing him with a stern glare. One hand presses against the clutter of paperwork, steadying you, while the other gestures for him to come closer.

He hesitates but complies, leaning forward just enough for you to grab his tie. You yank him toward you, bringing his face mere inches from yours. In a low, dangerous whisper, you let your irritation bleed through:

“If you ever fucking edge me like that again, I’ll report you for breaking into my vehicle, Agent Peña. Maybe this time, you’ll do better.”

Releasing him, you step back, smoothing your expression to one of cold indifference. Without another word, you place a small black box on his desk, turn on your heel, and leave his office. You return to your desk, seamlessly slipping back into your work as though nothing just happened.

Inside his office, Javier sits back in his chair, adjusting his shirt with an unreadable expression. His gaze lingers on the box you left behind. He picks it up and flips it open, revealing a small, pink, oval-shaped controller with simple directional commands: up, down, left, and right.

At first, he frowns, puzzled. Then he notices the folded piece of white paper tucked inside. Opening it, his eyes scan the words written in your unmistakable handwriting:

This controls the vibrator currently in my pussy. Edge me to your heart’s content, but if you don’t finish me by the end of the day, I’m reporting you for touching my ass in the conference room.

Javier smirks as he places the box and note in his desk drawer, slipping the controller into the right pocket of his DEA jacket. He doesn’t turn it on yet—he’s waiting. This little game the two of you are playing amuses him, and he knows there’s another meeting scheduled today. All he has to do is bide his time.

When everyone gathers in the conference room and takes their seats, the meeting begins. It’s not remotely important—just some pointless presentation from personnel management. Javi positions himself near the back of the room, leaning casually by the coffee pot. You, on the other hand, are seated near the front, far from him.

You try to focus, your pen tapping lightly on the notepad in front of you, but it’s impossible. This is, without a doubt, the most useless meeting you’ve ever attended. Your gaze wanders across the room, scanning faces aimlessly until your eyes land on Javi’s.

He’s already looking at you, his dark eyes filled with mischief. A smirk tugs at his lips, and he winks before raising his brows suggestively. His hand dips into his pocket, and he nods slightly, drawing your attention to the movement.

It takes you a second to piece it together, but when you do, your eyes widen in realization. He’s going to use the controller—here, in the middle of a meeting, surrounded by nearly every colleague you have.

Your heart races as you shoot him a sharp look, pursing your lips in a silent plea. You shake your head subtly, trying to convey, No, what the hell are you thinking?

But before you can finish the thought, your body betrays you. A sudden, uncontrollable jolt runs through you as the vibrations hit, intense and overwhelming. You grip the arms of the black leather chair, your lips parting in a silent gasp as the sensation floods through you, heat pooling low in your stomach.

Javi’s smirk deepens from across the room, his gaze fixed on you as if daring you to keep your composure.

That fucking bastard. That fucking beautiful bastard.

Your gaze locks with his, and he lifts a single finger to his lips, signaling for you to stay silent with a teasing "shhh." Your breath hitches as you try to compose yourself, the relentless vibrations from the hidden toy driving you to the brink. Closing your eyes for a moment, you fight to keep your expression neutral, but your lips part involuntarily as your climax builds.

You’re soaked, your underwear and the chair beneath you bearing the evidence of your struggle. The need to release is overwhelming, the sensation climbing higher and higher. Suddenly, a gasp escapes you, your hands gripping the arms of the chair to ground yourself. The sound draws the attention of everyone in the room, and every pair of eyes turns your way.

“Agent, are you okay? Something you’d like to share?” the coordinator asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe you’re coming down with something,” Javi adds, his voice laced with false concern. His lips twitch as he fights back a smirk, his hand slipping subtly into his pocket. He presses the controller, ramping up the intensity.

The sudden surge of vibrations makes you jump in your leather chair, your whole body jolting with adrenaline. “No, I—I’m fine,” you stammer, voice shaky as you desperately try to suppress a moan. “Just… tired. S-sorry.”

The coordinator studies you for a moment, then nods. “Alright. If everyone’s ready, let’s continue.” The room finally shifts its focus back to the presentation.

Your chest heaves as you dig your nails into the chair’s arms, eyes squeezed shut. The vibrations grow impossibly stronger, and you know Javi is enjoying this far too much. He sits there like he owns the room, his posture relaxed, his expression smug. The sight of him only fuels your frustration.

Just as the peak feels inevitable, the vibrations stop.

The silence in your body is deafening, leaving you reeling from the sudden absence. You whip your head toward him, your glare is full of unspoken threats. He meets your gaze, shrugs casually, and smirks—that infuriating, half-cocked smirk that makes you want to both slap him and kiss him senseless.

He’s winning this game, and you hate how much you love it.

The meeting finally wraps up, and you return to your desk, finding it just as empty and uninspiring as before. You try to focus on your laptop screen, willing yourself to concentrate, but it’s a losing battle. All you can think about is Javier—and how badly you want him to touch you, to finish you.

Without a second thought, you stand and head straight for his office. The urgency in your steps gives you no time for decorum; you push the door open without knocking and slam it shut behind you.

Javier looks up, one brow arching in surprise. “What’s wrong?”

You plant your hands on your hips, frustration seeping through your voice. “You did it again.”

His lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. “Did what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Peña.” You extend one hand toward him, the other still fixed on your hip. “Give me back the controller. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t fucking concentrate.”

“Oh, this?” he asks, holding up the remote. His smirk deepens as he flicks the device back on. The sudden vibration against your core sends a jolt through you, and your hands dart out to brace yourself against his desk.

“So, you really want me to stop?” he drawls, standing from his chair with deliberate slowness. “Or maybe you’d rather I give you the real thing? You tell me, sweetheart—what do you want?”

His voice is low and teasing as he approaches, his towering frame closing the distance between you. He places his hands on the desk, as you turn around to follow his movements, caging you in. You try to hold his gaze, but the intensity is too much. After a few seconds, your eyes flutter shut.

“Please…” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“Please what?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.

Your resolve shatters as his lips hover close to yours. “Stop…” you manage to mumble weakly, even as your arms reach up, wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

Javier’s hands grip you, firm and possessive, as his mouth captures yours in a heated kiss. The vibrator’s hum fades into the background as his tongue slips past your lips, exploring you with unrestrained hunger. Your thoughts dissolve, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of his touch and the euphoria of his kiss.

When he finally pulls away, he gives you a smirk so devastating it leaves you breathless. His hand trails on your thighs, teasing at the hem of your skirt.

“Javi,” you plead.

Instead of replying, his fingers slip beneath your panties, pushing the fabric aside. He pulls the still-buzzing vibrator from you with a deliberate slowness, your slickness coating his fingers. Tossing it carelessly onto some paperwork, he lifts you onto the edge of the desk. His dark eyes meet yours, filled with a hunger that makes your pulse race.

With practised ease, he pushes your skirt up to your hips and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, sliding them down and tossing them aside. The cool air against your bare skin sends a shiver through you.

Before you can truly process what’s happening, Javier helps you down and spins you around, pressing your chest down against the desk. His firm grip pins your wrists behind your back. The sensation makes you moan.

“You just can’t keep that pretty little mouth shut, can you?” he taunts, his voice dripping with mockery. Reaching around, he stuffs your damp panties into your mouth, silencing any reply.

The metallic clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoes in the room, followed by the low rasp of his zipper. Your heart pounds as you feel his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back toward him.

Javier leans down, his breath hot against your ear. “Think you can be quiet now? Or do I need to remind you how to behave, mi niña buena?”

His question hangs in the air as your muffled whimper escapes through the gag. Behind you, his cock presses against you, and the anticipation coils tightly in your stomach, ready to snap.

You nod eagerly as the wet fabric is pulled from your mouth. He grabs your arm, helping you up, then points to the ground. “On your knees.”

You obey without hesitation, sinking down as he steps closer. His cock is in your mouth again in an instant, stretching your lips as he thrusts forward, letting out a deep grunt like he hasn’t had release in weeks—whether it’s a pussy, a mouth, or even his own hand. His grip tightens in your hair, holding you steady as he pushes deeper into your throat.

“So pretty when you’re sucking cock, tan hermosa” he rasps, his voice rough and dripping with lust.

The initial sting fades as you adjust to his size, letting him slide deeper with every thrust. His cock twitches in your throat before he suddenly pulls out, leaving you gasping on the floor. You look up at him, wide-eyed and eager, your lips glistening as you catch your breath.

He wastes no time pulling you to your feet, turning you and bending you over the desk. His hands slide down your body, one stopping between your thighs to rub your clit in slow, teasing circles. The sudden stimulation sends shocks through your body, making you shudder.

“Fuck! Please!” you beg, your voice cracking under the tension.

He doesn’t answer, instead slipping your underwear back into your mouth to muffle your cries. “No estàs siendo una niña buena, tienes que estar callada, bebé,” he murmurs, his tone dark but calm.

Without warning, he slams into you, stretching you wide as his cock fills you completely. The muffled sound you make is a mix of pain and pleasure, your body clenching around him as you struggle to adjust to his size. His hips drive forward relentlessly, each thrust pressing deeper until the ache melts into pure bliss.

Your fingers grip the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure roll through you. His cock feels impossibly thick inside you, and every stroke makes your legs tremble beneath his weight. He notices, leaning down close to your ear.

“Come on, baby.” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. “I know how badly you want to cum all over my cock.”

His words push you over the edge. Your body spasms as your orgasm hits, goosebumps prickling along your skin. A muffled moan escapes you as you tighten around him, trembling uncontrollably as the intensity consumes you.

He doesn’t stop. His thrusts grow harder and faster, driving deep into you as his own climax builds. The desk creaks under the force, and your body feels like it might give out, soaked in your own release. His growls turn guttural, animalistic, as his cock twitches violently inside you.

With one final thrust, he spills into you, hot and thick, his grip bruising as he holds you close. His hips slow, his body shuddering as he rides out his release, his breath ragged against your neck.

After a moment, he drops your arms, letting them fall limply to your sides. You slide down to your knees, your back leaning against the desk as you pant, trying to steady yourself.

He crouches in front of you, his hand cupping your face. Tilting your chin up, he makes you meet his gaze, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch,” he says, his voice low and teasing.

He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before standing, adjusting his clothes as if nothing happened. Without another word, he strides out of the office, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you breathless and spent on the floor.

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𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 | e.m

ᡣ𐭩 pairings : Eddie Munson x Popular!FEM!reader

ᡣ𐭩 wc : Eddie being a dork and a gentleman, I must warn you that this is going to be so fluffy, no use of y/n, establishing a relationship, sprinkle of angst, Robin is besties with reader, Eddie is pretty much unfazed and oblivious about readers hints to him

ᡣ𐭩 navigation : EDDIE MUNSON | AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE

"So, how do I look?" You twirl around to give a full 360 of your entire ensemble

"Girl, come on, you always looked good" Robin huffs as she stood up at the edge of your bed, muttering words under her breath

"I just needed to make sure" you fixed your blouse once more and pull down your denim skirt

You tweak your makeup and hair one last time until Robin had you scraping off your feet at the mirror by the door of your house as you rolled your eyes as she hands your keys to your house as she goes over to your car

You scoff, "Robs, in a few weeks, it will be the happy heart's day week"

"And so?" she says as she opens the passenger seat

You gasp as you clutch dramatically on your chest, "I needed to get ready as much as possible before the biggest event begins"

Robin chuckled as she shakes her head, "Babe, you always looked perfect even when there's no occasion!"

"Thank you!"

"What?"

"That's what I needed to hear because getting ready is not made for the weak"

You sit with your friends at lunch, Robin is over there with Nancy where you should've been sitting but you got a duty to fill in

Outside of school, that's where who you wanted to be and on the inside you're just pretending and it feels absolutely exhausting and you don't feel like yourself anymore

You do not enjoy it

Sooner or later, you're gonna cut off silently of the "group" that you're hanging out with

You feel how plastic and fake everyone are, the fact that you always have to look good all the time to maintain your fucking what.....social status? your reputation at school? I mean, ever since they made you "popular" (even it's against your will they just pulled you into their world) completely changed everything for you

You gonna have to stay consistent and you have to follow what are the trends are, of course, the popular ones should always be on the track

You even became conscious on the things that you aren't even paying attention that includes your body and face

While you're on the thought of dissecting at how bullshit social class at school, Unbeknownst to you, there's one person in the cafeteria who is clearly admires you

It's expensive and the fact that you always have to invest on every little thing that you and Robin know that you don't even needed it

What's the point of anything?

You don't even like what they're talking about always gossiping about every student in Hawkins, the varsity boys are always been so fucking disgusting at how they kiss and tell, you try to put a facade that you're interested

The only real ones there is Chrissy

Robin keeps an eye out for you, "I just know she's on the edge"

"Who?" Nancy asks as she follows Robin's line of sight as she hums

"Yeah, probably, she has to leave them for own good"

"Wait, nance, look" She points out

Robin and Nancy watches the infamous long haired rockstar passing through slowly at the table that you are sitting

"You should try the facial cream that I am using" Rebecca suggest as she inspects your outfit

He can sense your uncomfort as he continues listening

God, you feel like a fucking animal at a zoo

"S-Sure" you stutter as you forced a small smile

"Rebecca, stop, she looks fine!" Chrissy defends you as she rolls her eyes as she puts on a lipgloss

"Well, she's gonna have to keep up with us if she still wants to be included" she shrugs as if her words don't sting you

"What the hell? Rebecca? she can't even can catch a break-" Chrissy reasons with her but someone else interrupted

He doesn't even mean to pry but can't help but eavesdrop on your ridiculous conversation

"I think you look fantastic"

You, Chrissy, and Rebecca and the rest of the group looked turn their heads as their faces grimaced when their eyes fall into the opponent except you and Chrissy but he didn't care about them

He only looks at you, he didn't even falter, he didn't broke the eye contact when you finally do look at him

The way he saids it, it just felt so genuine, you know deep within your heart, it's bad to have someone such as a man to validate your feelings, no, that's not what you're looking for

What you're looking for is someone who is authentic enough not to see you as a girl who always trying to impress others (you don't even have to if we're being honest) but you want someone to view you as a human being

"Thank you" you say shyly as you flash him a smile

"Anytime" he says with a wink that made your cheeks flushed before he walks away getting back to his table

Chrissy grins beside you as she nudges your shoulder, she giggles as you bite your bottom lip to hide your smile

Rebecca watches the whole exchange as she overheard the boys "as if he could pull her" they snicker, she slowly turns around her head at the metalhead with a stern look on her face as she snaps you out of it

"Hey! don't even think about it"

"Boys like him are dangerous"

Granted, that you don't know him well enough, but he has always been so kind even for just small gestures like that, it is just insane that everybody else assumes that he is unpleasant person, you couldn't even stand it, let alone letting this disrespectful comment slide

Before you could even stop yourself, "Oh really? I am much more scared of the boys that we had in our clique"

The boys are scoffing as you flip them off, you know they can't say anything because they're fucking cowards that's what, they're just beefy with you because hell, you can't let them boys have you, they're so untrustworthy, only wanting you to be bedded and headed out to next victim, it's sickening

you're the only one who can talk to Rebecca like that, the one with the sharp tongue not afraid to fight back

Chrissy almost spat her drink as she puts her cup on the table to compose herself

A couple of collective "oohs" threw in your way making Rebecca abruptly stop retouching her makeup as she puts down her compact mirror to squint her eyes at you

She incredulously laughs as she leans forward closer to you, "Don't come running at me crying getting your heartbroken to some guy with no future"

You glare at her, "No, I won't, you'll see"

Robin is right

You're fucking close to ditch them

Rebecca's words echoed into your brain "It's the policy, wanna stick with us? you're gonna fake it till you make it"

You're so uncomfortable and it's so itchy that it actually makes you wanna scream and tear the clothes to shreds

Who the fuck that you let them rule you?

Being a people pleaser is such a draining and makes your sanity crumble

"Lose the jacket"

Out of your ear ringing rage someone in the back spoke up as you close the door on your locker

As you live and breathe

It's him

You look at him bewildered as he opens his mouth again but closes it as he motions for you to take off your tacky jacket that Rebecca advices you to wear every goddamn Thursday because of the outfit policy for the campus, it's so bullshit

You finally registered what he's trying to tell you as you take it off in a swift move

You decided to wrap it in your waist as you can breath easily and your skin isn't irritated anymore

"What do you think?" You look at your outfit but in his eyes, even though it isn't your style and it's also not exactly your style as well but to him?

It fits you and only you can wear something like that

"Better"

You smile at him as he gives you a tight nod, you taken a notice of his attire, he always dresses up real nice (it's actually what you wanted, the freedom to do what you want)

"Oh, are you auditioning for the talent show?"

His brows shoots up in your imply, "Y-Yeah, I am with the-"

"Corroded Coffin, yeah"

You caught his eyes light up, "Y-You know m-my band?!?"

"Hell, yeah, I do! I like your stuff, it's cool"

He can't believe himself right now, "So, you know my name?"

You laugh at his adorable looking face as he watches you with a dumbfounded expression

You cupped your mouth, "Yes, I do know you, Eddie"

"As the weirdest and the freak, huh?" You noticed his cheeks grew pink, it's so cute that you want pinch it

You click your tongue as you aggressively dismissive your hand at him making him chuckle, "I absolutely do not approve of such statement in my department"

You giggle, "I admire you though for being so selfless, I wish I had that"

Eddie never thought you'd care for a nobody like him, but now, after this interaction he felt like a somebody because someone really sees him

You overheard one of your teachers telling all of the participants to get ready, you looked over his shoulder and saw his bandana hanging from his pants

You had an idea

"Do you mind?" You point at the bandana, Eddie furrows his brows at you as he nods and he removes his bandana from his pants

He gave it to you, Eddie watches you intently as you fold his bandana, he doesn't know what you're doing but he has never been so focused on your looks and he has never seen you this close but damn

He is so entranced by you

The moment you're done with the bandana, you quirk your brow at him for a permission as you raise it aiming at his head and he just shrugs making you chuckle slightly

He feels so hot as he felt your fingertips grazing his scalp and it tingles his heart wickedly

You adjust and secure the knot at the back for good measure and you take a step back to look at your final makeover to him making him so nervous yet again and so bashful under your gaze

You nod in satisfactory for yourself, "So metal"

He beams at you and your compliment as you reached for his hand and you pull him startling for a sec as he immediately intertwined his fingers with you and your heart expands at the touch,

Both of you stopped at the nearest corner of the room that has a mirror on it

"Woah" he moves his head sideways and your grin stays intact as you watch him in the reflection

"See, I told you it will be a nice touch"

"You're far more greater stylist than any of your blood sucking friends"

You stare at him with big wide eyes and he thought he offended you until you bursted out loud cackling as he laughs with you

"Never would've thought that I will be saying this but I fucking agree with you"

He felt how frustrated you are with them, he can tell it by the way you cussed out

"Then why stay?"

Your laughter died down as you smile at him sadly, you sigh, "Well, I'm just like anyone who is new at school trying to be accepted from anyone who has opinions of me and yeah, just your typical social climber, I guess"

He takes your words carefully as he begins to smile, "You don't have to be"

"What?"

"You don't have to do this or that just to fit in, I'd say, let it go and let yourself flow and I think you are already amazing and you don't have to prove anybody else and you let yourself shut off just for other person's sake"

Your mouth open up slightly at his words, you know he is wise but you never thought he had words that are so profoundly true, now, you understand why those kids at school love him

He turns his body to you as he face you completely with a serious look, "Are you happy?"

You frown as you took a deep breath, "N-No, I am not"

"That's your answer"

Your lips curled into a grateful smile, "Thanks, Eddie, you don't know how much your words mean to me, I needed that"

"Don't need to thank me, sweetheart"

Oh, okay, the sweetheart rolls so nicely on his tongue

"I'll get going, see you around, Eddie"

"Sure thing"

Before you leave out at the door, you hurried back as you shout out loud, "And best of luck to your performance! I'm gonna cheer for you or else, I'll wring their necks!"

He snorts at that as he shakes his head and smiles as he exits the room

So, you came up at the event and wore the puffy red satin strap dress that has petticoat underneath with a sling bag on your shoulder as you carry the heart balloons on the other hand

You did your makeup and hair like you always wanted to do, you smile to yourself as you look down at your creation

You feel good

It's so liberating

You finally felt contented and most importantly

You feel like yourself

Chrissy's mouth hanging agape as she smiles brightly as she looks at you

"She is such a little bitch" Rebecca slams her party cup on the table as she stomps her way to you

The whole class is there, they all given you compliments here and there and you've never been more so happier

You didn't saw her coming as you felt a harsh push on your shoulder almost stumbled you over

"What the fuck are you wearing?!?"

"Have you never seen a dress, Rebecca?"

"Are you jealous? because she can wear it better than you?"

You bite your bottom lip as you stop the laugh erupting from your mouth as you heard Robin's voice out of nowhere, causing the whole crowd to react

Nancy elbows Robin as she also laughs at her as well

Eddie is headed at the kitchen to pour himself a drink but abruptly stops at the commotion in the living room when he saw you there, wow is all he can think of right now

The cherry lips looks so enticing and inviting on you, he nod to himself, you've listened to his words and you took his advice that he never thought you would do but you just did

Yeah, he's mind is going blank the longer he stares at you

"Who the fuck said that?!?" Rebecca exclaims

"Here's the balloons that you're asking for me to bring" you hand it out to Chrissy as she gingerly took it

You turn your back around her but before she could lay a hand at you

You dodge it as you step aside making her lose her balance as she fall face flat in the floor making everyone in the room, boomed with laughter

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt" you tease with a smirk on your face

She grunts and grumbles, "Shut the fuck up!"

"Hey, I'm not done talking to you!"

"I think we are done-"

"You are not welcome-"

"Guess what, Rebecca, I don't give a shit about your self-proclaimed righteousness clique bullshit"

You lean down as she moved backward as you caught her faltered at her bratty attitude hinting that you are dead serious to your point, you got her right under your claws

You grinned, "You might be not so feisty anymore, huh"

"It's official, y'all, I'm balling out-"

"But I made you!" She tantrums like a toddler

You laugh in disbelief at her behavior

How fucking pathetic this is

"Well, it turns out highschool isn't about based on whether you are popular or not, it's about being a state of mind, I am choosing for myself now"

"Me too!" Chrissy snakes her arm onto yours as you beam at her

"No- you-" she grab a hold to her calf but she yanks it freely

"I am fed up, Rebecca! Don't make me tell everyone how you're so abusive to us, making us what to drink and what to eat, I am sick of it!"

A loud audible gasp fell at everyone's mouths

That's where it fell apart for Rebecca, the shell has been broken and it's clear, the real her squeaked as she ran towards the door out of embarrassment and ashamed

You and Chrissy chuckled at each other as you got a glimpse of Robin and Nancy raising their cups to you as you nod at them

"We're having a party, don't we?!?" You announced

After a beat of silence, everyone cheered and the music started playing

You said to Chrissy you will be out for a minute as she lets you to it

The moment you closed the door behind you at the backyard, the heavy feeling is now gone out of you

You can breathe easily now unlike before

You sat down at one of the pavements at the small stairs towards the pool

The sounds of chains jingling as you turn your head around who is approaching to your silent peace celebration of victory

He appears in his usual style, but except for he's wearing a maroon polo, (you don't see him wearing any like that before) a few buttons open at his chest revealing his silver of skin, ripped black jeans and belt chains

As always his favorite black boots, you felt thrilled to see him again

"Oh hi, Eddie"

"Hey"

He's holding a heart balloon which he offers to tie it around your wrist as you let him

You both hold eye contact at each other as he moves your bangs that it's poking your eye as you blush at his gesture

Does he have any idea of what he's doing to you?!?

You scoot as you offer him a seat next to you as he gladly accepts it with a smile

"I saw what you did back there"

You chuckle, "I'm sorry for stealing your moves"

"My moves?"

"I only did what you always do at the cafeteria"

"Oh that" he laughs "Y-Yeah, I always just speak up and standing for what it's right-"

"Exactly, I've always loved at how you preach"

He sheepishly smiles as you can see how deep his dimples are, you're fighting every bone in your body not to squeeze his cheeks right there and then

"Say, um- c-can you join me?"

You act dumbly, "On what?" but you know damn well what he's implying

Fuck, focus, Eddie

"Me, just me"

"You?"

"Y-Yeah, the two of us"

"Together?"

"A-a date" he blurt out and gauging himself at your processing expression

Your eyes sparkled and Eddie's chest is about to blast off at the proximity that you moved even closer to him

He can breathe the living days out of you and he can't stop smiling at your reaction

"I thought you'd never ask"

"Wait, what-"

You quickly peck at his lips as he swallowed hard and his cheeks turns bright red as you giggle at the transfer of your lipstick to his

He is frozen as a rock but his brain electrocuted to wake him up

He cups your cheeks as he leaps and gives you the most leg wobbling kiss that you ever gotten in your life

You dive deeper as his hands flies to hold your waist tightly as your freehand goes to his neck as you place your hand on his chest

You both breath heavily as you both cackled of your lipstick being smeared at your faces

You take a wet wipe to clean his face as he did yours gently, avoiding not to remove your makeup

"What would Rebecca thought about you and me together?"

"Why should I care? When I already love him the way he truly is"

He looks at you as he reads you carefully, no trace of uncertainty just pure genuine care and love for him

He slowly smiles as kisses your cheek as you sigh in content

You heard "Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve" started playing at the party

"Eddie, that's our theme song!"

He follows your line of sight as he listens, you begin to sing a long to it, he finally got the meaning of it

"Hey, hey, lover, you don't have to be a star, hey, hey lover, I love you just the way you are"

He chuckles as he watches you, "I love you too, sweetheart"

a/n : let's pretend this is a very late valentine's gift to all of you but nonetheless, I made it! I had this idea for so long but I found the right song to relate the story that I had in mind! :))

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