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maddiwrites · 4 years ago

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The Hybrid (Prologue)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: The Pogues rekindle their friendship with their old childhood best friend and JJ’s first crush, Y/N. Old feelings resurface for JJ and Y/N, possibly leading to a summer neither one of them could ever forget. Due to past trauma, Y/N is reluctant to let anyone into her heart, but JJ never backs down from a challenge, even if he knows it will come back to haunt him in the end.

Note: So happy to be back with another series!!! I honestly really missed posting. Unlike Secrets of the Shore, updates will be slower because I don’t have them all written out yet. A couple things I wanted to let you know before you read. I based Y/N’s family off of Gilmore Girls. I thought they were the perfect fit for this story and the show in general and I just love their dynamic. (Including Luke who I renamed Steve for obvious reasons). Chapter 1 will explain more obviously but I wanted to give you guys a little snippet of the characters and relationships. So let me know what y'all think!

Word Count: 3.3k

Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. As you know, the Outer Banks is essentially divided into two groups. If we want to be blunt - it’s the rich and the poor. Figure Eight is home to the rich. Aka the Kooks. With houses bigger than necessary with extra rooms that go untouched, boats the size of homes on the Cut - the other side of the island. Most people who live on Figure Eight are your naturally raised assholes. People who don’t know the value of a dollar and take advantage of people who do most of their dirty work that lets them prance around the island with perfectly manicured fingernails. These hard workers are the Pogues. They live on the south side of the island where most Kooks wouldn’t be found dead. They serve fancy meals at the country club for shitty tips, mow lawns, and work their asses off at any other job for minimum wage. The drastic difference in lifestyles tend to cause many spats and arguments between the two communities. Especially between the teenagers who still don’t know how to control their raging emotions or know when to bite back their tongue. For the Kooks, every fight is a fight for dominance where as the Pogues fight for equality - to put the Kooks in their place. Many of these fights happen at summer parties where the two groups clash to find a good time with their friends filled with alcohol, drugs, and good music.

That’s where they find themselves tonight. The infamous Pogues. John B, JJ, Kie, Pope, and now Sarah Cameron. Although born a natural Kook, she’s earned her spot next to the adventurous teens and her boyfriend. Unlike her brother Rafe who basically is the leader of his notorious group. Topper and Kelce are his best friends who follow him blindly.

The Pogues watch them from their spot surrounding the keg. Kie purses her lips in distaste as the boys cat call for the ladies around them. Somehow most of them finding it flattering. Sarah sips on her beer to hide her embarrassment, often wondering how she and her brother grew up to be so different. Pope and John B stay mostly disinterested, only worried if they try to make a pass at an unwilling girl or fire a degrading comment at their short tempered friend. JJ Maybank is known around the island for his trouble making behavior. Usually if he gets in trouble for fights, no one ever asks who the other people were in the scuffle. Because if JJ Maybank is in the fight, he’s the one who started it, right? Wrong. In fact, JJ usually is never the one to start it. He’s good at keeping his head down and only speaking when spoken to when it comes to the Kooks - the only form of advice worth taking from his father. But his short temper is something the Kooks his age loved to take advantage of because they liked getting a rise out of him. It was like an adrenaline rush.

Luckily, tonight both groups were keeping their distance, either only talking to each other or random Tourons that have found their way to the party. This is usually JJ’s favorite part of a boneyard party. Finding his one fish in a sea of many that he can reel in just for the night and never have to worry about seeing them again.

He has his eyes set on a beautiful blonde making her way to the bonfire when all of a sudden Kie’s voice pulls him out of his trance.

“What’s she doing here?”

JJ follows her line of vision, spotting you walking down the wooden steps that lead to the beach, pulling your best friend behind you by his wrist. He first notices your smile and how it brightens up your entire face. Then of course his eyes scan down your slim but athletically toned body. You’re wearing a pair of jean shorts and a cropped white T shirt that says UNC across the chest. Who knew someone could look so good without even trying?

Well JJ did. He’s known it for a while.

“Careful. I think you’re drooling,” John B whispers in his best friend’s ear.

JJ pushes him away and mutters, “Shut up. No I’m not.”

But maybe he was.

Y/N Y/L/N is a unique resident of the island. Unlike majority of the island, she doesn’t fall in either Kook or Pogue category. She’s what everyone calls the Hybrid.

People who work hard for what they have but haven’t fallen to be Pogue status. Quite literally living in the middle in a place they call the Crest.

Your story is well versed among the gossipers of the island (which tends to be just about everybody). And mainly that’s because of who your grandparents are. Claude and Doris Y/L/N. Two of the riches people on the island, living in a three story house on the beach. Many people fear them, others envy them. Most feel both. Even Ward Cameron walks on egg shells around them, which is quite often, considering he works for Claude. They’re the kind of people who have never heard of Barefoot wine or Walmart. They keep their noses up and turn a blind eye to the suffering communities around them. Thirty four years ago, Doris gave birth to a daughter that couldn’t be more opposite than them. Lorelai Y/L/N was a wild child. A rule breaker. She snuck out at nights, dated boys her parents would never approve of, dabbled in breaking the law here and there. It didn’t matter how many times her parents disciplined her. She always managed to make her parents’ life a living hell.

No one was surprised when word got passed around that Lorelai had gotten pregnant at eighteen. Although it was with another Kook, she brought shame upon her family name when she refused to get an abortion, even when her mom tried dragging her by her hair.

Lorelai risked everything by running away from her parents’ home in the middle of a windy night. With only one suitcase, the baby daddy out of the picture, and less than a grand in her pocket, she managed to make a life for herself on the South side of the island. She worked two jobs, found an affordable apartment for cheap rent, and managed to save some money before her babies were born.

Yes, babies. As in more than one. Five months after running away from home, she gave birth to twin girls and they instantly became her entire life. With the help of her best friend Steve, who she met one month after being on her own, meeting him at his automotive shop when she very much literally rolled her junky car into the garage, she raised you and your sister on the Cut. The two of you are her greatest accomplishment. Every now and then, she mentally throws up a middle finger to everybody who doubted her, proud of who the two of you have become.

Right before you turned ten, your mom took a business risk and opened her own Cafe. The Bikini Beans cafe, very popular amongst both Kooks and Pogues. The business did so well that she was able to move the three of you out of your shitty apartment into a beautiful one story home with three bedrooms in between the Cut and Figure Eight, aka the Crest, the summer going into your freshman year.

You actually used to be best friends with John B Routledge, JJ Maybank, and Pope Heyward. It was easier being friends with them than the girls, finding more joy in sports and rough housing than makeup and gossip.

Doing the same summer that you moved, your mom pulled you out of Kildare County High and placed you in Outer Banks Private Academy. Aka Kook Academy. Around this time, your grandparents had also become more involved in your life, and you wondered if they had somehow bribed your mom into forcing you to transfer schools. You tried asking her during one of your many fights that started with you begging her to keep you at Kildare County High, but she quickly shut you down and told you to be grateful. That was ironic coming from the woman who ran away from the people giving her an expensive high school career.

You had no choice but to do what your grandparents wanted and attend Kook Academy. Making friends was a lot harder there than it was in Kildare County High. You managed to make one friend in your freshman year. Andre Cortez. Due to an incident a couple years back, you built thick walls and Andre was the only one able to break them down. You were grateful for your friendship, but hanging out with him was nothing like hanging out with the Pogues.

When you transferred schools, you lost touch with the Pogues slowly. Your life became busy with school and playing dress up for your grandparents and the boys were starting to work. Eventually all contact was cut and ever since, you’ve felt a void in your heart.

“Look,” You tell Andre. “I told you I would be your wing woman and I’m not backing down from what could possibly be the most important role in my life.”

You didn’t notice the Pogues or any of the stares around you. It’s true you’re not much of a party girl. I mean, you’ll go out here and there, have a drink or two, but you felt more comfortable at places where you weren’t surrounded by drunk and horny teenagers.

“He’s probably not even here,” Andre says. He’s trying to look nonchalant but you notice the way his eyes dance from face to face of the people around him.

“He told you he was going to be here, right?” You ask him with one brow raised. Andre nods. “Then, we’ll find him.”

Sarah and Kie never made any effort to talk to you at school, but to be fair, neither have you. You’ve heard mixed reviews, some people call them spoiled brats, ungrateful...some even go as far as calling them ‘The Cut Sluts.’ Of course you never take any of those things to heart. You can’t judge a book but it's cover. Plus, they’re friends with your old best friends. They can’t be that bad for John B and JJ and Pope to be hanging out with them, right?

“You think she'll come over here?” Kie asks. No one’s ever said it out loud, but her friends wonder if deep down, Kie was a little jealous of you. Because you were their first real girl friend. You were the first girl they ever let in and opened their heart too. That was a tough pill for Kie to swallow when she originally thought she was that girl. Of course the boys don’t like you any more than Kie and vice versa. But sometimes Kie wishes she could have grown up with the boys the same way you had.

“Probably not. Unless she’s drinking,” Pope says and motions towards the keg they’re near.

“I have an idea,” John B says and fills up a red solo cup. He hands it to JJ. “Why don’t you go offer her a cup.”

JJ snags the cup out of John B’s hand and glares at him. “Fuck off, dude.”

“Do you guys ever see her around at school?” Pope asks the girls.

Sarah shrugs. “Not really. She doesn’t really get a long with my old group of friends.”

Kie rolls her eyes. “No one gets along with your old group of friends.”

Sarah playfully shoves Kie by the shoulder and they laugh.

“I heard she turned down Raymond Easterling a couple weeks ago and he didn’t take it very well,” Pope says, remembering the words he heard from the kids in his class roaming the school hallways.

Raymond goes to Kildcare County High with the Pogues. He’s known to be a trouble maker and a class clown. He works with JJ at the country club. The kid can make JJ laugh sometimes, but he wouldn’t necessarily say he likes him all that much. He can be an arrogant asshole with an ego bigger than it should be.

“She turns down everybody,” Sarah says. “Some people at my school call her ‘The Heart Sucker’ because she can pull people in with the snap of her fingers and break their heart just as quickly.”

Something stirred in the pit of JJ’s stomach.

“Hey! Where you going?” John B calls out to JJ who’s making his way deeper into the sea of people on the beach.

“Taking advantage of a good boneyard party, my friend,” JJ calls back and slugs the rest of his beer. Looking left and right, he searches for the blonde he had eyes on earlier. Because right now, he needed a distraction.

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The party starts to die down a little after midnight. Some people leave to find another party, some are passed out in the back of their cars, and others had already found what they were looking for - someone to leave with.

The boneyard party wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be. You had found a couple of kids from your school who were nice enough to make small talk with you while Andre left to find a guy named Devon, a Touron he’s been talking to who’s renting for the entire summer.

Now you’re waiting for Andre to come back so the two of you can walk home. You find comfort under a slanted palm tree towards the back of the beach, scrolling through random apps on your phone to pass the time.

“Y/N?” You look up from you phone and smile when you see your former best friend inching closer to you, squinting in the dark to see if it’s really you.

“Maybank? What are you still doing here?” You stand up and pat the sand off your hands on you thighs.

Your heart skips a beat in your chest when you look at him. He’s beautiful. Lucious blonde hair, perfectly tanned skin, piercing blue eyes. You always knew JJ was going to grow up to be gorgeous. He was cute when he was younger. At least you always thought so.

“I was just leaving, but I thought I saw you sitting here and wanted to make sure you were all right.” He knows it’s not like you to stay this late at a party, especially all by yourself. When he first saw you sitting there, he didn’t know if he should say something. Mostly due to nerves of seeing you again. But the other Pogues had already left and he didn’t trust anyone else at the party to be near you alone late at night. It didn’t matter if you were sober or not.

“Aw. Was JJ Maybank worried about me?” You tease. Talking to him felt easy. As if you never stopped being friends. A few years ago, you and JJ had the best banter. Despite constantly bickering back and forth, John B always swore the two of you would get married one day. The two of you just always clicked like a natural connection. And even now, when only seeing each other every now and then for a few minutes at a time, it felt normal. You smirk when JJ rolls his eyes. “I’m kidding. Yeah, I’m okay. Just waiting for my friend to come back from his little rendezvous,” You say.

JJ nods. “Did you have a good time? I feel like I never you see at these things.”

“Yeah. Parties aren’t really my thing. But Andre was nervous to meet this guy he’s been talking to for a little while so I came for moral support.”

“Looks like he didn’t need much of the support.”

You shrug. “It’s better that way, anyway. I don’t mind waiting for him. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Did you have a good time tonight? I hear your quite the ladies’ man at these things.”

“Come on, Sparky. You know better than to believe everything you hear.”

Your face lights up at the mention of your old nickname. You use to always be busting out the seams with energy. On days where the boys just wanted to chill and play video games, you would drag them to the park for a game of kick ball. Or when they wanted to sleep in after a long week, you showed up at 8 am to drag them out of bed to catch the morning waves. So one day JJ started calling you Sparky, and it stuck with the rest of your little gang. You always pretended to hate it, but secretly you loved it.

“Oh I don’t believe everything I hear. I do, however, believe what I see. And your arm around that tall blonde in the little black dress looked quite convincing.”

You first saw JJ at the party when he was making his way to the pretty girl by the water. Your teeth involuntarily clenched and there was a twisted feeling in your stomach you couldn’t shake whenever you looked at them.

In that instant, JJ felt grateful for the dark sky. He felt the rush of heat rise up his neck to his cheeks before he could stop it. He knew the motivation to see that girl was because of you. He just wished you never saw it. But he didn’t know why.

“I walked her home. She wasn’t my type,” JJ plays it off.

“I didn’t realize you had a type,” You giggle, but a small part felt relieved to hear this. “So what is it? Your type?”

Hybrids with a Pogue attitude, bright smile, beautiful eyes, and a mouth that could make any sailor turn around, JJ thought.

“I don’t know. Haven’t figured it out yet.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Well, when you figure it out let me know.”

“Why? So you can transform into my ideal girl?” He teases.

Now you’re the one thankful for the dark sky. “In your dreams, Maybank. But so far, I do have the perfect wing-woman track record, so if you needed help -”

“I don’t think I need any help in that department. Thank you very much.”

You throw your hands up in fake surrender. “Ooo. Touchy subject.”

JJ rolls his eyes at the same time your phone pings with a text message. You pull it out of your shorts pocket and open the text from Andre, telling you to leave without him because he’s gonna stay out late with Devon and won’t know what time he’s going to be done.

“Everything all right?” JJ says, watching you read the message.

You lock your phone and stuff it in your back pocket again. “Like I said. Perfect wing-woman track record.”

“That was Andre?”

“Yeah. He’s most likely not coming home tonight.”

“Lucky bastard.”

“At least one of us is,” You joke.

JJ’s grin slightly falters but you don’t catch it. You have no idea how much he wishes the two of you could be equally as lucky. Together.

“Well, I should probably go,” You say and bend down to grab your flip flops.

“Let me walk you home,” JJ offers.

“Oh no. It’s okay -”

“You’re cute. It’s wasn’t up for debate. I’m not letting you walk back by yourself.”

You scoff lightly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Just humor me.”

You roll your eyes and smirk but choose not to argue. In fact, you’re excited to spend more time with JJ. It’s been so long.

“Fine.”

“And here I thought you might’ve grown out of your stubborn phase by now.”

You shove him playfully by the shoulder. “Shut up!”

And just like that, it felt like old times.

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sugako · 4 years ago

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backseat care

kyotani x f!reader sum: getting elbowed in the face at a concert isn’t new for you, but at least this time it’s by a hot guy cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, minor accidental violence (reader gets a bloody nose/split lip from kyo), mentions of blood, mentions of alcohol (but no one is drunk), slight public sex/car sex, oral (f!receiving), slight overstim, creampie, strangers to lovers wc: 2.4k a/n: i have had such bad writers block lately, but i’ve been wanting to write more kyo content for so long and i miss going to loud basement shows so why not combine both also there’s a longish intro just an fyi

the amount of pain from the limb crashing into your face isn’t all that different from what you’ve felt before. things get messy in the pit, you know that, but when you reach up to wipe the sweat from your upper lip you realize it smells a lot more like copper. just as your nose starts to leak the assailant spins around, looking as if he’s about to tell you off for getting in the way of his arm before his expression drops.

kyotani can’t believe he just gave the prettiest girl he’s ever seen a bloody nose and split lip. your head is tilted down, desperately trying to catch the blood in your palms as you cover up the bottom part of your face. the lights are flashing and it’s dark, but he feels like he can see all of you.

“i’m sorry.” he huffs over the music.

“it’s fine, i’m just gonna, uhh...” you choke out, lightly pinching your nose with a little wince.

“c’mon,” he sighed, “let’s go see if there’s a first aid kit around.” he was already grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the mess of people before you could respond. his firm grip made your mind wander, momentarily distracted from the mess that was your face.

after scrounging the dingy, cramped space for close to five minutes, he gives a defeated huff.

“nothing?” you asked nasally, the blood finally slowing to a crawl. he shakes his head, eyebrows tightening together even more.

“i have a kit in my car if you’re okay with that.”

“tell me your name and promise you won’t murder me?” you breathe out, already texting the friend you came with about your little injury and that you were stepping out with a stranger. “you don’t really look creepy, but you never know.”

“kentarō kyōtani and no.” he quips back, still guiding you with his hand clamped around your arm out of the building.

the cool night air runs right through your body, quelling the hotness that’s built up in your face. thankfully, his car is only two spots away from the exit. it’s tiny and black with two thin silver stripes that remind you of the ones that run through his hair, giving him a pseudo-mohawk.

he opens up the rear door, grabbing a box from the floor and motioning for you to sit, of which you happily oblige. under the dim light the car gives off you can clearly see his honey brown eyes and the way his eyeliner is smudged around.

“does it feel broken?” he asks about your nose, cautiously grabbing your chin to inspect the injuries.

“no, i don’t think so. my mouth really hurts though.” you mumble out, heart racing under his calloused touch.

“good, it doesn’t look broken. and your lip is a little split.” he rummages through the kit, pulling out a wipe that he carefully rubs along your face where the blood has caked and dried.

“you’re pretty good at this, go to lots of rough shows?” you awkwardly break the tense quiet, trying to not move your lips much as you talk.

“no, i play volleyball.” he says simply. it’s impossible for you to really tell whether it’s a joke or not, but out of gut reaction you laugh. “i’m not kidding,” he sighs, tossing the dirty wipe in a small trash carrier inside the car and pulling a tiny pad from the kit to press to your open lip.

“oh, sorry, really? that’s pretty cool. didn’t realize volleyball was really a big contact sport. though i guess you could get hit in the face with the ball a lot.”

“don’t get hit a ton in the face in Division 2 volleyball, but you can fall hard.”

another moment of silence passes when he takes the padding away from your lip and inspects your face once again. although your heart hasn’t slowed, it seems he’s just realized how close you’re faces are and how he’s kneeling between your thighs that keep twitching every time he leans in a little closer.

“i wouldn’t expect a, uh, a professional volleyball player at a place like this.” voice all spluttery like you can’t control it.

“you shouldn’t assume things about people.” he says simply, not moving a muscle. “your lips look better now,” he’s whispering now, the smooth vibrations of his voice echoing around in your head like a bouncy ball, “wanna try them out?”

part of you wants to laugh at how cheesy his words are, but more of you is interested in how his lips would feel against yours. he doesn’t move a muscle, the needy feeling that’s burning inside of him can’t be seen through his eyes, but you catch it in the way his jaw tenses while he patiently waits for your answer.

“that’s a great idea,” you whisper back as his face closes in on yours.

his motions are gentle and measured, it’s easy to tell he’s holding back by the way his hands twitch against your waist. carefully, he’s avoiding the edge of your lip where it’s still bruised and open, but as he presses harder and harder into you, the pain grows. nothing about the kiss is nice - everything tastes of cheap beer, blood, sweat, and disinfectant, but it feels good.

it feels as though his clawing fingers are burning into your sides, forcing you further into the backseat of the car. letting yourself willingly move back, he clumsily reaches up to snap the automatic light off in the roof, not quite closing the door all the way behind him.

when his teeth scrape against your wound, you let out a small yelp against your own will. before the noise is even done coming out of your mouth, he pulls away, adjusting so he isn’t crushing you so hard into the seats, and cradling your face.

“sorry,” you pant out, “just hurts a little.”

at this angle he can see how little tears have pricked in the edge of your eyes, purely from the gentle stinging pain. it hurts his heart a little that he’s caused you some pain, but you look so pretty like this with your teary eyes and pink tongue sticking out as you quietly gasp for air.

“let’s give you a little break, huh.” he chuckles, sitting back on his heels and grabbing your knees to hook over his shoulders. it takes a minute for your foggy brain to realize what’s happening, but as he lowers himself between your thighs, the sight makes you clench around nothing and everything clicks into place.

suddenly you’re glad you wore a skirt. he nips up your already shaking thighs, eyes locked between your legs groaning at the pretty panties that were clinging to the slickness of your folds. he flips your skirt up, pressing your knees tighter to your body when his broad shoulders lift your legs higher.

“please...?” you whimper when you feel his breath against you.

“need to cum?” he questions, teasingly, mouthing over your clothed cunt.

“yes, please, wanna cum.” hips barely jerking under him, desperate for anything.

“pfft, i can tell. so wet already.” kyōtani mumbles into you just before he reaches his arms around your legs and rests them just above your pelvis, using one hand to pull aside the thin fabric. before the cool air could even hit your exposed flesh, his mouth came down on you, messily lapping up your slit, tasting you completely before he began to circle your clit.

when he finally arrives at your sensitive, little bud your hips involuntarily twitch against him, begging for release. hot breaths and moans filled up the space of the car, barely escaping through the tiny crack where the backdoor wasn’t completely closed, just resting against the hinge.

the small fear of being caught or seen urged you on, encouraging you to cum as fast as you could. not that you really needed to do much when he had such great control of his tongue and two of his fingers easily slipped past your entrance, curling against your spongey walls.

“k-kentarō!” you squeaked out, waves of relief edging up on you, “gonna cum, please, gonna cum.” the words came out like a broken record, separated by little hiccupped moans.

“asking permission?” his low laugh vibrated across you skin. “that’s cute.” as soon as the words were out, he went back lapping and sucking your swollen clit.

it only took moments for you to fall into your high, body squirming under him, limbs twitching in time with the way your cunt clamped around his fingers that just kept pumping into you. all the while his mouth didn’t stop, he didn’t even hesitate.

he just kept lapping up your clit until your nails were digging into his wrist that was resting on your tummy, sobbing out moans. you didn’t want him to stop but the feeling was overwhelming, like you couldn’t stop cumming. briefly, you wondered if it was always supposed to be like this, body and brain turning fuzzy as he finally slowed enough for you to rest.

the little whine you let out when he took his fingers from your pulsing hole made him grind his hips into the seat. you let out a low groan as you watched him stick his fingers into his mouth and suck them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

“feel good?” he grumbles out, languidly flattening his tongue against you to take another slow lap.

it’s nearly impossible to focus with the way he’s touching you, but you manage out the words you want to say. “uh-huh, want...want more.” you shyly make out.

“more?” one of his angled brows shoots up before he shrugs and roughly laps against your clit. body betraying you, it crumbles under him, hips already bucking up into his nose again before you can reach down and drag him off of you by his short curls.

“no...no,” you gasp, “want your cock.”

his eyes soften for a second before the expression is replaced with something a little more feral. “why not just say so.” he hums, pants already unbuttoned, pulling them down just enough so his cock can slip out.

you can’t help the gasp that breaks past your lips. it’s embarrassing, but he’s beautiful and you’re sure that his pretty cock could fill you up two times over. before you bask too much in the pleasantness of the moment, he reaches down to tear at your panties.

“hey!” you yelp, unable to do much with your ankles still propped up on his shoulders.

“eh, there was a pull in the seam anyway.” he says back lamely, leaning back in so he can loom over you, smirking when his cock slaps against your folds and you squirm under him.

“i...i liked them.” you pout, trying to ignore the burn between your legs. he presses a hot kiss against your jaw and licks up the shell of your ear. admittedly, he liked them quite a bit too.

“go on a real date with me sometime and i’ll get you a new pair.” his hips rut against yours, rubbing the tip of his cock against your still sensitive folds.

“oh, uhh- okay, yeah.” surprised by his proposition, but already hoping you’d meet him again, you quickly agree.

“good.” he says while he lines himself, pushing in and trying to ignore how tightly you were clenching around him. his thumb comes down on your clit, rubbing tight circles to get you to settle as he bottomed out.

your eyes didn’t deceive you, he certainly filled you to the brim and he knew how to use his entire body. still so close from his prior ministrations you found yourself already shuddering under his touch, the coil in your belly snapping even more harshly this time as you came undone around his cock.

he shallowly pumped into you, getting you used to the size while you squeezed and sucked him in.

“feel so good,” he grunts, “want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”

it’s not a real question, not when you’re arching into him, whimpering and moaning incoherencies, but you quickly nod to answer anyway. his grin makes your heart race, and he hurries to pull out nearly all the way before slamming back into you, setting a quick pace from the start.

you have the brace the back of your head to stop it from crashing into the car door as he rams you into the seats, body at the will of his harsh thrusts. mouth open in a silent scream, only choked whines crack out from your throat that he quickly swallows up with a messy kiss.

pent up from the entire day and the ghost of the taste of your cunt still on his lips, he feels himself getting close, encouraged on by the way you keep fluttering around him. as if sensing, by the way his kiss tightens up and his arms tense, you pull away and nod up at him.

“want you to cum in me.” you quickly assure him.

he lets out a sharp gasp, hips already stuttering against yours as he nods back in silent agreement. swallowing hard, he rests his head against your shoulder, letting his hips fall against yours, cock twitching against your aching, gummy walls, filling you with cum.

after his labored breathing slows and you relax under him, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek and steadily sits up and pulls out. the gasp you let out when you’re empty is nearly enough to make his cock twitch again, but he holds back. he watches as your poor cunt quivers around nothing, eyeing the way his cum slowly dribbles out of you.

achingly, you sit up when he lets your legs slide off his arms, leaning against the car door closest to you to get a good look at him while he tucks himself back into his pants, ignoring the messy, stickiness between his legs for now. you feel the mix of cum between your legs start to seep out, tightly closing your thighs to keep from making a mess on his car seats.

grabbing your phone from where it had fallen onto the floor, you toss it at him before grabbing your destroyed panties off the spot in the bench between the two of you.

“put your number in. we can go shopping this weekend.” you sigh with a soft smile. for once, getting a dumb injury at a shitty show was worth your while.

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high-lady-of-earth · 4 years ago

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Warrior Heart

Riven x Air Fairy Reader

Links: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Flashback ~ first year orientation

You walked into the great hall in awe. You had seen pictures of the expansive room in the pamphlet, but it didn’t do it justice. For the first year orientation, the faculty had decorated the room with growing vines, pretty flowers, and delicate fairy lights. It looked like Alfea had brought the garden indoors.

Stella dragged you towards the drink table. She was wearing a gorgeous pink dress that was firmly the opposite of your black one. While had glitter and frills, yours was plain with gold beads as the only embellishment at the neckline. In your opinion, the neckline was its best feature. It was low enough to make your (nonexistent) cleavage look good, but not low to the point where it was distasteful.

You picked out a pink drink, something that looked strawberry-like and turned around. Unfortunately, you bumped into a person. Specifically, their rock solid chest. And my, what a nice chest it was.

“You know, you don’t have to fall all over me to get my attention.” Said the person. You looked up. It was a brown-haired boy with startling green eyes. He was quite handsome.

“If that’s your idea of a pickup line, I can’t imagine you’re getting much action.” You replied with a smile. He smiled back and held out his hand.

“I’m Riven.” He said. You offered him your hand, expecting a handshake, but he brought your hand to his mouth and brushed your knuckles with his lips in a kiss.

“If this is your idea of seducing a girl, I take back my previous statement.” You said, only half-joking.

“And what’s your name, pretty lady?” Riven asked.

“I’m just the girl who won’t fall for your charms during the first meeting.” You said. This was definitely a boy you wanted to play hard-to-get with.

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to try again and again until you do.” Riven said.

“I think that I’ll be seeing you later, Riven.” You said with a wink. You dashed off to catch up with Stella.

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Present

You opened your eyes, which felt grainy, as though someone had thrown sand into them. You were laying down on a bed in a dark room, and the only light on was a lamp that was pointing at your thigh. Your leggings were cut away at your thigh, exposing a bandage that covered where you had been cut. On the floor, in a bucket, were a couple of bloody rags.

You looked down at your arm, where a makeshift tourniquet was tied into place. Riven stood at his desk, opening something with a pair of scissors.

“Where am I? What happened?” You asked. Riven turned around to look at you. He was wearing a shirt that looked torn at the edge. That explained the cloth tourniquet on your arm.

“You came to me about ten minutes ago, covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. You tell me what happened, Y/n.” Riven said. Suddenly, everything came back to you: the suppressors, the attack, and your body in auto drive, walking you to Riven’s room.

“I was attacked by two people on my way to the Headmistress’ office.” You told him.

“Specialists. You were attacked by a pair of specialists. I recognized the knife you brought with you. It’s standard issue after you graduate and complete your specialist training. Why didn’t you use your powers to defend yourself?”

“Queen Luna’s scientists developed some sort of technology that blocks fairy magic. They are installing it all over campus. I was on my way to talk to the Queen when I got attacked.”

“It’s a miracle you survived. Two graduated specialists are almost impossible to beat.”

“Well, I got pretty banged up in the process, I guess.”

You took a quick inventory of yourself. You could feel your cheek stinging from a cut and there were other major ones on your neck, arm, and torso. Riven had already cleaned and bandaged the one on your thigh. You felt the bruises forming around your eye, where the man had punched you.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I had to cut off some of your clothing to patch you up.” Riven said.

“It’s fine, thank you for helping me.” You replied.

“Don’t worry about it. I just put some hydrogen peroxide on this piece of gauze. I need to clean the laceration on your arm and this will sting.” He said. You nodded and closed your eyes as Riven came closer. You hissed when the gauze touched your cut and killed of the bacteria. It was quickly over when Riven wrapped a bandage around your arm.

“I need to do the one above your hip next. I don’t want to ruin your sweater and shirt. Can you remove it?” Riven asked as he turned around to give you some privacy. You pulled off your shirt, too exhausted to really care that Riven would see your sports bra.

He turned around are walked over to the bed. He had a washcloth in his hand. Riven told you that he needed to wash away the blood and that it looked like this one would need stitches. He wetted the washcloth and gently placed it on your abdomen. You couldn’t help but feel aware of every time Riven’s callused fingers brushed your skin. Little sparks flew around whenever he made contact with you. It felt like some kind of torture.

“I don’t have anything to numb it with, so this will probably hurt.” He said. You turned your head away from Riven and stared at the wall. The pain of the needle came suddenly and you bit down to keep yourself from crying out. Riven put a bandage over the cut after he stitched it up.

“So, where did you learn how to do stitches?” You asked.

“I know how to do a lot of things.” Riven said. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would take this opportunity to crack a suggestive joke.

“When you’re a specialist, you learn how to patch yourself up.”

Riven cleaned and wrapped the cut on your arm and then moved to the deep cut on your cheek. He dabbed the hydrogen peroxide on it and then reached for butterfly bandaids. He carefully pulled off the backing and stuck two over the cut.

“Thanks.” You said.

“Are you hungry?” Riven asked. You nodded. You were really hungry. The adrenaline was wearing off and a feeling of weariness combined with hunger, pain, and exhaustion was settling over you.

“I think the cafeteria is still open. I’m going to go grab something for both of us. You put on one my shirts in the top drawer.” He said. Riven got up and left and you walked over to the dresser.

You opened the first drawer and did a double take. Sitting there, in the corner of the drawer, next to several piles of neatly stacked shirts, was a paper crane.

Hope you guys liked this chapter:)) sorry it took sooo long, school is getting rough

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Danny Torrance x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Requested by: @illyrian-fire-cracker

Request: Hello!! I really like your writings!! You’re so talented! Can I please request a fluffy Danny Torrance piece if you don’t mind. It can be about Danny sharing his past with the reader and the reader comforting him and assuring him she wouldn’t leave him. Th am you so much!!!

Words: Almost 2k

Warnings: Hurt/ comfort things, so hold something

It didn’t take a psychic to know Dan Torrance has gone through some messed up shit. The second he came into town you could tell that he was not okay, and Billy having been there before helping him out. Of course Billy dragged you into helping the stranger, reminding you that at one point you were just as lost as him. He had opened up to Billy about his drinking problem fairly quickly, and started going to AA meetings with him. From there he was able to find a job and slowly started fitting into the small town life.

It took awhile for him to start really trusting you the same way he did with Billy. You didn’t mind it, knowing that in due time he’d slow open up. You yourself hadn’t opened up about your past too much either, so you understood where he was coming from.

It wasn’t until one night he had another nightmare, a bad one where he would need Billy to help ground him. He went down the stairs to knock on the door and was surprised to see you open up. You look up with sleepy eyes, but judging by the background you weren't asleep yet.

“Sorry, was looking for Billy.” He mumbled.

He looked bad. You could see the multiple levels of tiredness just in the way he stands there. There's a desperate, but sad look in his eyes that shows just how lonely he feels. You know that look too well, it's one you’ve sported on more than one occasion. It’s the look someone gets when they feel helplessly low, and they don’t have anywhere to go.

“Billy's out of town for the night, I’m watching his place for him.” You explain.

Dan nods, “Ok, sorry to bother you.” He starts to turn away before you stop him.

“Wait,” you sigh and he turns back to look at you. You step to the side and open the door wider as a silent invitation to come in. His lips twitch up in a pitiful smile for a second before he decides to walk in. You shut the door behind him before walking to your kitchen for 2 glasses of water.

You walk back to see him sitting on your sofa and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of it. You take a seat silently next to him, curling your legs up on the sofa facing him.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You question, not wanting to push him to share anything he doesn't want. He looks at you brows furrowed and head tilted, confused at your question. “You just look like you have a lot on your mind.”

“You could say that.” He halfheartedly jokes.

You give him a sympathetic smile, “Wanna talk about it?”

You can see the internal debate he is having about opening up to you, especially since you both don’t know each other that well yet.

“You don’t have to, it's just I know what it's like when there's a lot on your mind and no one to ground you. Just whenever you want or feel ready, I’ll be here to listen.” You smile, hoping that it eases him.

He looks up at you as you speak, and watches him visibly relax a little more. He thanks you for your offer and a small smile appears on his handsome, scruffy face.

“How about we just watch some tv? To get your mind to settle?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” He said softly.

Not long after turning the tv on Dan had fallen asleep on the sofa. You smiled, happy you were able to put him at ease, at least enough for him to fall asleep. You get up to grab a blanket and drape it over him gently so he won’t wake up. After making sure he was covered you moved to head to sleep yourself.

That night had made Dan realize you knew what you were doing when someone was in a crisis. Whether it be your own or other peoples crisis you dealt with, he felt like he could go to you again easily. You had managed to calm and ground him after a restless night of haunted memories, which was hard for him. Usually he’d spiral down, drink until it was not on his mind as much. Of course that was before he met Billy, and got help.

He found that when he had bad nights, he’d go to you now. He’d always apologize, even if he had nothing to be sorry for, and tell you how well you had calmed him down that first night. You smiled at that, a light blush coming up to your cheeks.

It was about a month later, a bad storm had been raging outside your little apartment. You were curled up on your sofa enjoying a calming cup of chamomile tea, listening to the wind and thunder. Soft fairy lights that lined your walls were turned on giving your small apartment a cozy feel that always relaxed you. That was until a soft knock came from your door, and you jumped not quite expecting it.

You set your mug down and padded over to the door, taking a quick look through the peephole at who it was. The second you recognized Dan’s figure you scrambled to unlock the door, and rip it open. Once it was you look at Dan with wide worried eyes. His nose was red from the cold, and he was soaked to the bone from the rain. You could see dark circles around his eyes, and they were red as if he were crying.

“Danny!” You grab his sweater sleeve pulling him inside into the warm air that surrounded you. After you secured the door back you told him to wait there as you ran to grab some towels for him to dry off. When you come back you wrap him up with about 3 different towels, and rub his arms to try and bring some warmth back.

“Hang on, I have some clothes that might actually fit you.” You stumble out. You rushed back to your room grabbing your favorite large sweatshirt and some too big of sweatpants that you owned. You set them on the bathroom counter for him before running to go grab him.

When you get back your heart aches a bit at how cold and defeated he looks. You slowly approach him and grab one of his hands starting to lead him. He quickly toes off his shoes, not wanting to track even more water into your home, and follows you like a small child.

“Get changed, I’ll make you a cup of tea. Okay?” You say softly.

He nods and gives a broken “okay” in response. You lightly shut the bathroom door before moving to your kitchen to make him some tea. When he comes out you motion for him to sit on your couch, you following behind him with a steaming mug. You place it in front of him on the small coffee table you have and sit down next to him. You don’t say anything knowing he’d say something when he is ready.

“I-” He breaths, his voice rough, “I’ve just been having a bad night, and it won’t stop.”

“Okay, what can I do?” You ask softly.

“I think I’m ready.” He has tears lining his eyes again. “I’m ready to talk about what happened. I need help.”

His choked words make your chest ache, and you reach a hand out to gently place it on his arm. You move your hand to rub up and down soothingly hoping to comfort him.

“Danny you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you do I’m here.” You reassure.

“I am.” He nods, slight determination in his eyes.

He starts telling you about his past. How he has always seen things, and how his father tried to kill him and his mother. He talks about how he still sees things that followed him from the Overlook, and how he has this thing called “the shining”. Every word out of his mouth weighs heavy in the air. You knew he had a troubled past but this was a lot. Your hand on his arm stopped moving, you’re thumb now rubbing gently.

When he stops talking you whisper his name, not knowing quite what to do or say. You regain your composer and scooch closer. Your hand reaches up to his face to get him to make eye contact with you, even though he wants to avoid it.

“Hey,” You get his attention, thumb now wiping stray tears away, “What do you need right now? What can I do?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know” He breaks.

You quickly wrap him up in your arms pulling him into you. His arms automatically wrap around your waist, hands tightly scrunching around the back of your shirt. His head is in between your chest and your neck, wet tears starting to soak your shirt. Your hands run through his hair and down his back trying to sooth and ground him. You whisper sweet nothings as you nuzzle your head into his all while trying to wrap your body around his. You hoped that your weight and tight grip on him would help him calm down, even if it took forever you refused to let up.

It took a minute for him to fully calm down, breathing back to taking slow deep breaths. His hands are now loosely resting on your back, still holding you to him only not as tight. You keep messing with his soft, thick hair as he comes back down. You press a light kiss to his forehead before pulling back a little bit.

“Do you wanna stay tonight?” You whisper, placing yet another soft kiss into his hair.

“Please” He begs in a soft whisper.

“Of course.” You whisper.

You start to get up off of the sofa and stand in front of him with your hand out. He looks up his hand hesitantly reaching for yours. Once his hand falls into yours you give him a soft smile.

“Come on.” You nod your head, starting to lightly pull him up off the couch.

For the second time that night you lead him through your apartment, but this time reaching your bedroom. You tell him to go lay down while you turn the fairy lights in the other room off. He looks anxious for a moment, but relaxes as he watches you walk back into your room. You then walk to your closet to grab a bulky blanket. You plop the blanket onto the bed and that's when he realizes it's a weighted blanket.

“Helps comfort me.” You smile while adjusting it over him.

His heart melts at how thoughtful you really are as you crawl in next to him. You lay down facing him one of your hands coming up to the top of his head to play with his hair again. Your other hand then slides up to hold one of his that rests on his stomach. He sighs at the feeling, slowly melting into your touch. His breathing slows and evens out as he finally falls asleep peacefully for the first time in years.

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Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - The View from the Top 2

2.5D Interview Translation with Daigo Kotarou and Akana Ryuunosuke

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Please tell us something to look forward to for this last play in the series. Daigo: We started with “Fly High,” and then through our matches with Inarizaki and Nekoma, I feel like we ourselves have grown along with the story. This show will be our fourth in the Engeki Haikyuu series. And of course, it will also be the last, but as in the story, it’s the part where we have to give it all of our effort, so we’re going to work as hard as we can on it. Akana: I’m really very full of emotion over the fact that we are the ones entrusted to close out this long series of plays as Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shouyou. We carry on our backs the thoughts and feelings of everyone who have been in the Engeki Haikyuu cast and all the fans, and I want to make sure that we create an appropriate production that is the culmination of all their efforts. In order to do that, we are giving it our all, simply working with everything we have.

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The two of you have played Hinata and Kageyama respectively since the 2019 production of “Fly High.” Is there any difference between how you prepare for these roles compared to other productions? Daigo: For me it’s pretty different. It might even be the exact opposite to how I usually do things. I only realized it recently, but normally when I play a character, their personalities and their emotions come pretty naturally and there are times when the part influences my private life. But when it comes to Hinata, I feel like he’s a character that the people around me help build up for me. No matter how many times I study the script, he’s not someone that I alone can make decisions about. I build him up based on all the interactions I have with others. And because I have a lot of trust in the cast members that I’ve spent the past two years with, I feel like I can depend on them to help me create this character. Akana: I still feel like I’m not very experienced with acting, but for me it’s not different. I read the manga, I watch the anime, and then I go to rehearsals with the image of Kageyama I have in my head. I always want to be very respectful with how I play a character that originally comes from another work. Kageyama Tobio is called a “Genius Setter,” so first and foremost I think about how he moves. I have to make sure I move more neatly, more precisely, for example. Normally for other plays I don’t necessarily think that far about these things, but for this I do.

Once you begin rehearsals, we start to see SNS updates from you like, "Yamamoto Ryousuke’s Muscle Club.” So I definitely get the sense that everyone gets along very well. Please tell us about what it’s like a rehearsals. Daigo: Well it’s just like being on a sports team. (laughs) Because we get along so well, I look forward to going to rehearsals. Of course there are days when physically we think, “Today was pretty rough,” but because you’re doing it with a collection of people you like, I don’t hate it. It really has the feeling of school classes and extracurriculars, so I spend the days just cherishing how fun it is. Akana: We really are very chummy. I’m really sad that this will be our last time together. Everyone might normally have various other things to work on, but Engeki Haikyuu has become the place we go home to. We really are great friends. Even without having to say anything, we’ll just naturally get together and talk or go weight training. Lately Kotarou’s been working on shuttle runs. (laughs)

Once again, please remind us of your first impressions of one another. And through these shows, has that first impression changed? Akana: I don’t really remember my very first impression of him, but I did know before we met that we’re the same age. But being the same age means that you’re more likely to have conflicting egos, so I was worried about how well we’d get along all the way up until rehearsals. But I think it’s because we’re the same age that it was really easy for us to build Hinata and Kageyama’s relationship. And now I think of him as my partner. Daigo: I think of him as a close friend. Nowadays we don’t have a lot of opportunities to do this because of the coronavirus, but I used to contact him quite a bit when I had free time to say, “Let’s hang out!” I really feel like this is a wall we overcame together. I didn’t think it was possible to make a close friend like this past the age of twenty. Because isn’t it easier to make friends when you’re in school? Now that I only have the opportunity to meet new people at work, I feel like meeting him was a really great thing.

In this production, you will have your final match of Spring High. It’s a place where many formidable rivals emerge. How have you personally overcome your rivals or walls you’ve hit? Daigo: I mean I don’t really think I have any rivals. As an actor, you don’t really think to yourself, “I’m the strongest!” It’s a job of ‘different strokes for different folks.’ Even if you play the same character, differences will occur, so if I’m forced to choose a rival, it would be myself. I also don’t have very many moments where I feel like I’ve hit a wall... Of course, in the past I’ve had moments where I’ve gotten depressed after repeatedly failing auditions. But now I try to face them with the sense of, “No second chances, I’ve just got to go for it,” and I just give it my all. You take a chance, you reset, and then just rinse and repeat. Akana: I don’t think I’ve ever met a rival. Whenever I hit a wall, I try to think, “I can do this, I have charisma!” and I just do everything with that attitude. (laughs) I actually used to be a really negative person. I’ve only been able to figure out how best to face obstacles within these past few years. So now I just try to do my best and think positive. Lately, I keep having to say to myself, “I’m charming!” (laughs) I’m a leader in the group VOYZ BOY, so if I get depressed, I sort of have my priorities backwards. As a leader, I think I should always be looking up and pull everyone up with me.

And lastly, please give one last message for all the fans who are looking forward to this show. Akana: Please look forward to it! That’s more or less it. Worry-san (director) wrote a magnificent script for us, and we’re definitely going to make it into a great show! Like always, we hope to convey our passion to you in Engeki Haikyuu. I would love it if everyone could see our hard work and take in even a little bit of motivation for the next day. Please wait for us, and please give us your support. Daigo: Despite these current circumstances, I would be so happy if you could take care of yourselves and then come see us at the theater. We will make a show that’ll make you think, “I’m glad I saw it.” Having all of you see it gives us strength as well. We’re going to do our absolute best to make you all happy!

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redgillan · 5 years ago

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Under Pastel Skies - 1

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,183

Warnings: none

A/N: This is brand new and probably one of the softest series I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it, these two are going to fall in love so hard!

“I don’t feel good.”

You started rocking back and forth, your breathing coming too fast and too shallow. A drop of sweat rolled down from your armpit, making you hyperaware of the fact that you were looking like a mess. You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead and groaned; your hairline was wet.

Looking at your dress, you felt bile rise up in your throat.

You should have worn the blue dress. Blue was a nice colour, everyone loved blue. Blue made people calm and at ease. No, instead, you had taken Natasha’s advice and put on the tight orange-red dress that clung to your body and made your breasts look incredible.

But now the dress stuck uncomfortably to your body, the space between your breasts was wet and glistening. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. Red was the colour of passion, of anger and danger, and you just had to deal with your poor life decision.

Although deep down, you knew it wasn’t about the dress, or its colour.

“Relax,” Natasha said, sipping her lemonade. “I’m here, it’s going to be fine.”

“I am not fucking relaxed, Nat,” you repeated with a scoff. “I’m at a bar, about to meet a potential sugar daddy; that’s not what normal people do on a Friday night.”

“You’d be surprised,” she sassed. You gave her an unimpressed look. “Look, you can live with me for as long as you like, and you can work odd shifts at the hotel for the rest of your life if that’s what you want. But I know you, you’re an artist, and artists need freedom and benefactors. Sam is the reason I finished paying my tuition. You can call him my sugar daddy, but I prefer the word scholarship.”

Yeah, it was only a matter of perspective –and vocabulary. Some may call this whole thing brilliant, others stupid. You weren’t quite sure what to think yet.

“And this guy’s legit?” you asked for the nth time.

“Yes, Sam says he’s a great guy; sweet, handsome, thoughtful. He’s the whole package.”

“Mmmh.”

You eyed the pair of napkins the waiter had placed on the table along with your drinks, and wondered if it would be appropriate to stick them under your armpits to sop up the sweat trickling down your sides.

“Oh, fuck it,” you grumbled, reaching for the napkins.

You patted your armpits dry while you anxiously scanned the growing crowd. It was a high end bar, definitely not your usual hang out spot. The patrons were dressed in designer clothes and wore jewellery that cost more than your three years of art classes at the School of Visual Arts.

“Do we really have to stay sober?”

Natasha cocked a brow at you. “You don’t drink.”

You only groaned in response.

“I know how you’re feeling, I’ve been there, too,” she replied. “It’ll be like a normal first date. You’ll get to know each other, see if you guys hit it off, and if everything goes well you’ll talk about the arrangement. You can’t give consent if you’re under the influence of alcohol, so drink your lemonade and stop fussing, yeah?”

Like an obedient child, you brought the bent straw to your lips and took a quick sip of the icy refreshment. You toyed with the straw and watched the ice cubes slowly shrink. It was strangely soothing.

“They’re here.”

And just like that, your panic returned full force. You snapped your head up and tried to smile when you saw Sam approaching your table. You set your drink down on the coffee table and wiped your clammy hands on your dress.

Natasha stood up and gave Sam a kiss. While she wiped off a smudge of lipstick she had left on his upper lip, you glanced at the man behind Sam.

He was tall, muscular, and had a mysterious air about him. He was dressed casually, in black jeans and white t-shirt with a maroon bomber jacket that suited his pale complexion. The left sleeve of his jacket was tucked inside, empty.

Even without being an expert in behaviour analysis, you could tell he felt uncomfortable. He bowed his head to hide his face and kept looking around as if someone was going to attack him or as if he wanted to know where the nearest exit was.

Sam whispered something in the man’s ear and clapped him on the back before he turned to you.

“Okay, we’ll let you guys get to know each other.” Natasha looped her arm through Sam’s, and gave you an encouraging smile. You heard Sam whispering to his friend again. “Buck, seriously, you look like someone shoved a broomstick up your ass. Relax, man.”

“We’ll be over at the bar if you need anything.”

She gave you a thumbs-up as Sam led her across the crowd, toward the bar. With an authoritative look, Sam pointed to the seat across from yours and mouthed ‘sit’ at his friend who rolled his eyes and ground his teeth in response.

“Hi,” you started, trying to sound cheerful but the slight tremble in your voice gave you away.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he cut you off, “you seem like a nice girl but I’m not looking for anyone, least of all a sugar baby. I told Sam it was a stupid idea, but he never listens. This has nothing to do with you, I’m sure you’re great. I’m really sorry, I hope you’re not disappointed.”

He had barely made eye contact with you during his long-winded speech but you did notice that they were blue. Now that you knew this wasn’t going anywhere, your shoulders lowered and you felt yourself smiling.

“Of course, I understand. I wasn’t particularly thrilled, too. No offense.”

He bent his head and ran a hand through his hair, his lips curved up in a soft smile. “Is your friend as meddling as mine?”

You let out a loud laugh, your eyes widening. “More! If meddling were an Olympic sport, Nat would have more medals than Michael Phelps.”

His shoulders shook in a soundless chuckle but he still wasn’t looking at you. “So why’d you agree?”

You took your glass of lemonade and played with the straw while you searched for an answer that wouldn’t sound too desperate or dramatic. You majestically failed.

“I guess I felt like I had nothing to lose.” You shrugged. “It’s like when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff and you only have two options; jumping off the cliff or getting eaten by a pack of wolves,” you said, checking them off on your fingers as you enumerated them. “You have to choose the lesser of two evils.”

He frowned, a curious glint in his eyes and a hint of a smile curved his lips. Your eyes widened when you realized you might have offended him.

“Not that I think you’re evil,” you rushed to add. “What I meant to say is that sometimes you don’t really have a choice. And when you have no other option but to jump, well... your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.”

He slowly raised his eyes to meet yours, a form of understanding in the depth of his icy blue eyes. He was truly handsome; a little older than the men you usually went out with, but he had kind eyes and very, very nice lips. You looked away, feeling a little foolish.

“Wow, I’m fun at parties, uh? Guess you dodged a bullet,” you laughed, cringing a little as you said it.

He returned a tight smile, loaded with something sad. He looked at you a moment longer and you held your breath, suddenly hoping he would stay and chat. A solemn expression crossed his face and he seemed to go through some kind of inner struggle before he reached a decision.

“It was nice meeting you,” he said, shaking your hand before wishing you goodnight. You watched him leave the bar, his shoulders hunched forward, looking as tense as he did when he entered.

That tiny flicker of hope left with him.

“Hey!” Sam called out, a deep frown on his face as he approached you. “Where is he going?”

“It didn’t work out,” you answered with a shrug.

Sam deflated. “I bet he didn’t even try.”

“Does it really matter?” you replied, shrugging into your coat, something way too thin for the changing weather. “He’s not ready, and honestly, you can’t blame him. This sugar daddy-baby thing isn’t for everyone.”

“I know that,” Sam argued, blowing out a frustrated breath. He turned to Natasha, silently pleading with her to understand, but she was as clueless as you were.

There were lots of reasons Sam wanted Bucky to meet you, and none of them included sex. It was difficult to explain his motivations without betraying his friend’s trust; without telling you too much about Bucky.

“I’m not trying to find him a girlfriend,” Sam continued. “He needs more friends, and he has connections to help you in the art world. I thought you two could help each other out.”

You wrapped your scarf around your neck and grabbed the backpack you had shoved under your seat. It contained your work uniform, clean underwear, toiletries, a bottle of water, your wallet, and a couple of granola bars. Your whole life was in that backpack.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” you said, adjusting the trap of your bag. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” You turned to Nat. “I’m going to stay at the hotel tonight, my shift starts at 6 so you’ll have the apartment to yourself.”

Without waiting for an answer, you disappeared into the crowd and headed for the door. Outside the wind was blowing, the cold air biting at your face and bare legs. You took a deep breath, watching as the cold air turned your breath into white smoke.

People were milling about, taking pictures of the skyscrapers, walking hand-in-hand and marvelling at pretty much anything. New York was full of contradictions; kind and hard, smooth and rough, poor and rich. It was exciting to live here, it was exciting to see how people lived together despite their differences. For an artist such as yourself, it was a gold mine of infinite inspiration.

In front of you, a taxi drove closer to the curb, then slowed as a man stepped onto the street and opened the door. He looked over his shoulder and saw you standing there. Sam’s friend smiled at you.

He noticed your light coat, your backpack and your scuffed ankle boots. It was hard to believe that under your coat, you were wearing a sexy little number. He imagined that this was more your style, and he liked it. It was fresh, laidback, casual. He could even see a few drops of paint on the toe of your boots, a smattering of orange and blue.

“Hi, again,” he said. “Wanna share a cab?”

You nodded eagerly, your face half buried in your scarf. You were positively freezing, you didn’t even think twice about following him. He let you climb in first and jumped in after you, angling his body to hide his missing arm.

You gave the driver the address of a Holiday Inn in the Flatiron District and sank into the seat. It dawned on you that you didn’t even know his name. Sam had called him Buck, but you were pretty sure it was one of those nicknames only long-time friends are allowed to use.

“Bucky,” he said with a genuine smile after you told him your name. “I’m sorry I ruined your evening. How long are you going to stay in town?”

“No worries, you didn’t ruin anything. And I live in New York. I live with Natasha.”

“Aren’t we going to a hotel?” Bucky asked, looking out the window with a frown.

“Yup, I work there. Breakfast attendant. I figured Sam and Nat would like some privacy and sometimes my co-worker at the front desk let me borrow a room for the night.”

The car pulled to a stop at the curb and you reached into the front pocket of your backpack to retrieve your wallet. Bucky stopped you.

“Please, let me pay,” he said. “As a sorry for dragging you to a bar and leaving without even telling you my name.”

“Ouch, yes, when you put it like that it wasn’t a great night,” you said with a crooked smile. He responded with an exaggerated cringe. It made you laugh. “Hey, it wasn’t you who dragged me to a bar, it was Sam. You can always tell him to pay you back.”

His eyes brightened. “I definitely will.”

“Goodnight, Bucky,” you giggled, closing the door behind you. You walked up to the big automatic doors and waved goodbye one last time.

“’Night, angel.”

Bucky asked the driver to wait until you were safe inside before driving away. As he watched you, he thought back to what you had said earlier.

Your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.

This time, it made him smile.

part 2

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aomine-ryo · 4 years ago

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could I req a scenario where it’s ur first time w aomine pls!! xx

Sure!! I hope you like this xx

Scenario: Your first time with Aomine (nsfw)

It had been about a month since you and Aomine had begun dating and things were going rather smoothly. The two of you had been good friends before you started dating so you were able to skip the awkward stage most new relationships struggle with; your conversations weren’t any different now that you were dating, it’s just that there was a lot more touching and physical affection involved. It was still kind of weird getting used to having Aomine wrap his arms around you spontaneously or plant a kiss on your lips out of the blue, but it was always a welcome surprise.

The two of you never really got further than kisses and make out sessions though, however as time went on, it was becoming increasingly obvious that both of you wanted more.

An opportunity finally presented itself when Aomine was home alone one day and called you to come over. You had been texting each other back and forth prior to it and the conversation kept taking very suggestive turns until your boyfriend seemingly got frustrated by the lack of your touch.

When you knocked on Aomine’s front door, you were greeted by the usual, “Hey babe,” and peck on the lips before he welcomed you in.

His bedroom was in its usual state: a mess. With clothes sprawled out on the floor and a variety of magazines ranging from sports-related to gravure, scattered across his desk, his room was just as one would expect it to be.

“Er, sorry about the mess,” he said out of courtesy, though he didn’t seem the slightest bit embarrassed about it

“When is it not a mess?” You said, sarcasm laced in your tone.

“Momoi usually comes over and ends up cleaning. I guess it’s clean then,” he shrugged as he plopped onto his bed with his back resting against the headboard.

You were about to take a seat at the chair by his desk, but Aomine gave you a confused look that made you stop and stare back with an equally confused glare, “What?”

“Why are you sitting there?” he asked as if you did something criminally wrong.

“Is there something wrong with this chair?” you questioned, not putting it past him to have a broken chair in his room.

“No, but come sit with me,” he said, patting down the empty space next to him on the bed.

Sighing and shaking your head at his clinginess, you moved over and climbed onto the bed, leaning against the headboard as your shoulders touched. “Happy now?” you asked sarcastically, your head turning to him with a soft smile on your face.

“Overjoyed,” Aomine returned your sarcasm. “So overjoyed in fact, that I might just kiss you out of sheer joy,” he grinned.

“Well I hope you don’t because I’m saving my first kiss till marriage,” you said, making him chuckle.

“Seems like you’ve already broken that rule so you shouldn’t mind this too much,” he said, playing along before leaning in close. You could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed you, his hand slowly making its way to your waist, which he pulled closer to himself. As your tongues danced with each other’s, Aomine slowly rolled over so that he was laying on top of you, not losing contact with your lips for even a moment.

Aomine’s hips eventually began to move against you as his mouth slowly made its way down to your neck. Your skin was so soft and tasted so sweet that Aomine couldn’t resist nibbling on your neck from time to time, gaining soft groans from you as he continued to leave marks behind. The navy haired boy wanted more though. He wanted to leave marks all over your body. So as he fiddled with the hem of your shirt, he finally stopped his movements and looked at you underneath him with a devious look in his eyes. “Hey, why don’t we go all the way today?” he suggested, voice low and raspy after having kissed you for so long.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of those words. “Are you sure? Do you have a condom?”

He reached over to his bedside drawer and picked out a small blue square shaped packet. “Yep, right here,” he said, waving it around.

“Then sure, why not,” you smiled dorkily.

With a wide smile on his face, Aomine reconnected his lips with yours, lingering on them for a while before making his way down your neck again, however he soon pulled your shirt off, gawking at your chest for a bit before he continued to work on leaving more marks along your torso. He finally reached the waistband of your pants when he looked back up at you again.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked, unable to believe that it was actually going to happen, as he became giddy with excitement that was evident with the sparkle in his dark eyes.

Your hand met his cheek, softly caressing it as you nodded lightly, “Yes, let’s do it,” you smiled.

It was your first time with Aomine and you weren’t sure what to expect. As he pulled his shirt off soon after taking off your pants, you couldn’t help but get more excited upon the sight of his toned upper body, which undoubtedly had you holding back drool as he just looked so hot. Aomine seemed to know his way around though, effortlessly pulling clothes off and tossing them to the side until you were both completely naked.

You had to admit, a naked Aomine was definitely a sight to see. Every single part had you swooning over him, and his length was certainly impressive. Aomine seemed to be equally taken aback by your body too though. No matter how many gravure magazines he went through, seeing the real deal right in front of him never failed to leave his mouth hanging.

He quickly snapped out of it though and he began to leave kisses on your inner thigh. As he did so, your fingers began running through his hair absentmindedly, however they quickly gripped onto his short strands when he suddenly licked between your thighs. Flinching slightly at the sudden tug on his hair, he soon began to smirk as his tongue began to lick over, slowly making its way inside you as well. Hearing your gasps and heavy breathing only encouraged him to do it more, but he was also aching to feel you wrapped around him.

Aomine reluctantly pulled away from your body and tore open the plastic packet he’d taken out earlier. After rolling it onto his length, he lined himself between your thighs and looked at you eagerly underneath him.

Your cheeks were still flushed red from his tongue and Aomine seemed to be proud at the sight of it. You still managed to give him a small nod as a way of telling him to continue. So Aomine slowly pushed himself into you, making you flinch from the slight pain you felt of being stretched open. Aomine let out a deep long groan as his length was completely wrapped by your insides. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, feeling relieved that he was finally able to do this after he’d been aching for it for a while.

He paused for a moment to let you adjust as he leaned down to kiss you again. “Daiki,” you gasped when he pulled away, “Please move.”

Without hesitation, he did as you asked, slowly beginning to move in and out of you and gaining soft moans from you as he did. “Is this okay?” he asked you after a few moments, wanting to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you. He had a tendency to be quite rough in bed, so he was very cautious since it was only his first time with you.

You nodded, as pain soon subsided and was taken over by pleasure. “F-Faster,” you gasped.

Aomine slowly picked up his pace, though he was still holding back and you could feel it. It was clearly out of concern for you, but little did he know that you too liked it rough.

“Daiki, please go faster,” you begged, your hands gripping onto the bedsheets in desperation as your hips tried to move too in attempt to go faster yourself.

“Are you sure?” Aomine asked, voice soft as he looked at your small squirming body underneath him.

Your eyes stared straight into his with confidence, “I want you to fucking wreck me,” you said, the sound of those words along with the desperate look you gave him sending a wave of excitement throughout Aomine’s body as he became even more turned on.

“Well then, don’t complain when you can’t walk tomorrow,” he smirked before lifting your legs so they were over his shoulders before thrusting into you faster than you could imagine. He somehow managed to go deeper with every thrust, causing the volume of your moans to gradually increase as he went on. Before you knew it, you were screaming so loud that Aomine was sure even the people living three blocks away from him could hear. The navy haired boy pushed his lips against yours to engage you in a sloppy kiss that shut you up. As much as he loved the sound of you screaming for him, he loved feeling you struggle to kiss him back just as much.

After a minute or so of this, he finally pulled away from your lips but also pulled out completely, making you whine at the loss of contact.

Aomine flipped you over so that you were on all fours, with your ass facing him. He slipped inside you once more, making you moan in pleasure of being filled again. He leaned over to your ear and whispered, “I hope you’re still okay, because I’m not gonna go easy on you now.”

You felt shivers run down your spine as a smile spread across your face. “Do your worst,” you challenged, eager to see what Aomine was truly like in bed.

The navy haired boy straightened his back and gripped your hips tightly. Before you knew it, he was slamming into you faster and harder than before, hitting your spot with every thrust. You were once again screaming helplessly in pleasure, making Aomine inch closer and closer to his climax as his movements became sloppier and he began to let out groans of satisfaction.

“D-Daiki, I’m close,” you said breathlessly in between screams and moans.

You felt Aomine’s grip on your hips get tighter. “God you feel so good, Y/N,” he groaned, “I’m close too.”

With a loud moan of his name, you finally reached your high, tightening yourself around Aomine who was finding it increasingly difficult to hold himself together. Soon after you did, he too reached his climax and finally let himself go, feeling nothing but euphoria as he collapsed into his mattress, skin glistening with sweat.

“I didn’t know you liked it that rough, Y/N,” he smirked as the two of you laid in bed, catching your breaths.

“Well, I guess you know now,” you smiled, flustered.

A grin spread across Aomine’s reddened face. He could definitely get used to having more of this.

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stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland · 4 years ago

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Hiii babies and dear Anons 👋🏼🤗 You know how it works by now. These are the answers to the asks Mari/Stuck sent me. And happy Valentine’s Day to you all!! 🌹🌹 Enjoy 🙃

A lot of people have been interested in them, dear Anon. From managers, to publicists, to sponsors, partnerships, producers, etc., etc. and no, it was never a problem between them. That’s part of their job.

No, dear Anon. Camila and Ashlee are best friends. Ash ships/ped Camren. She has helped them a lot of times. I know why you thought this. Just as I know it may seem that Ash takes advantage of Camila because she created a lot of videos with her, made two songs about her, and brings her up at every opportunity, but it’s not what it seems. Do you have any idea how hard it is to try to emerge as an artist in that world? Do you have any idea how many artists there are out there that you’ll never hear about because they’ll never make it to the top? Why do you know Ashlee? Thanks to 5H. Without having been their guitarist, you wouldn’t even know she existed. The fans that Juno has, are Harmonizers/Camilizers and some that she managed to make herself afterwards.

Ash is a real friend to our Mila. She has helped her more times than we could ever know, even by leaving the tour to help her friend. And Camila’s the same for her. Did you know that on June 13, 2020, in the face of the Black Lives Matter Movement she helped Ashlee sponsor a free scholarship for 20 black students to participate in the JUNO’s Guitar Bootcamp to help them create more opportunities in that field in their future? [Diana Foster, who I believe is her girlfriend or a great friend of hers anyway, also helped] Why on earth would Camila willingly help someone who ‘presumably’ would be taking advantage of her friendship? May I suggest you go watch one of the last videos they have together in Camila’s backstage? It dates back to 2019. Go watch it, dear Anon, and tell me if you don’t get an automatic smile on your lips.

Forgive me, Anon, with all due respect speaking, but what are you saying? “Camila has made mistakes (she has not been the best girlfriend possible)?” Are you for real? What are you talking about? Camila made her mistakes, but so did Lauren. So why are you only pointing the finger at Camila? Did you pay attention to their story? Did you hear/see what Lauren said on the podcast? Have you ever listened to their songs WELL? Because apparently, you didn’t. A couple is made up of two people and mistakes are made by two, not just by one.

No, dear Anon. Closer was never a song of hers in the first place, let alone one she could sell. The Chainsmokers wanted her in the song. She recorded a rough demo for them and then turned it down. I know that when she turned it down and they passed it on to Halsey, she wrote and contributed to some of the lyrics (she appears as a songwriter in the credits), so I believe she wrote those in the place of the ones Mila wrote in her version, but I’m not sure. I don’t know if Camila had the time to write her part like Ashley (Halsey) did, or if she directly recorded the demo as she did with The Middle. Until it’s leaked, we won’t have an answer.

The fact is that Closer was simply a project that was proposed to her when she was still in 5H and that she turned down because 7/27 was about to come out. Just as she declined to participate in Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood music video for them (5H). And I still wonder how the haters still consider her a bitch 🙄🙄

Ligas, or hair bands, or también se dice colitas, verdad? Or hair ties as I like to call them, were originally Lauren’s. Lauren had two on her wrist at X-Factor and then, magically, one ended up on Camila’s wrist. I personally think that was their first symbol, but of friendship. And no, dear Anon, they didn’t replace the rings. The rings didn’t yet exist at that time. If the rings were one of their symbols of love, the hair ties were symbols of friendship, at least in the beginning.

P.S. dear Anon, I would like that as soon as you finish reading this post, you’d type ‘garters’ on Google and click directly on images 🤣 I really, REALLY, love you for this, believe me 😉❤️

I watched all the interviews held in Spain in 2015 and you can see the differences, dear Anon. The two interviews with Revista Bravo and the one with Vodafone Yu are more or less normal. There’s tension between all of them because the big mess had recently happened. But in Alyson’s one with NSP PROJECTS and the one with LOS40 in which Alyson is in as well… Gosh… Your second question is my answer, dear Anon. Yes, they broke up, but that was even before they went to Europe.

As for your last question, on the one hand, I think she was single, attracted to the interviewer, and that she didn’t have to be accountable to anyone because being single, she could do whatever she wanted. But on the other hand, I think it may have been done on purpose for revenge since they’ve always played these jealousy games. I don’t think she managed to control herself though. It shows in both of those interviews, although it’s much more evident in the one with NSP PROJECTS. I don’t think she really realized the gravity of what she was doing because she was too wrapped up in Alyson and too busy in impressed her than everything else. I don’t think she noticed, at least not during the interviews, how hurt Lauren was.

I don’t want to tell you yes or no if her behavior was correct or not, simply because I don’t know if she did it because as I said she was single and didn’t have to answer to anyone, or if she did it out of revenge because she wanted Laur to be jealous. My instinctive response would be that it wasn’t corrected because of the effect it had on Laur who was also going through the dark diary period, but I don’t really know why Mila did what she did. She may have had her reasons, and maybe knowing them, my answer would be different, or the same. I don’t know because I don’t know the reasons behind this. Lauren has done a lot of things in the past that have hurt Camila, and Camila has done a lot of things in the past that have hurt Lauren. They’ve hurt each other many times. Sometimes on purpose and sometimes not. So I prefer to abstain because, at least in this case, I don’t feel like judging something I don’t know. Much less point the finger.

Hi @ camilalauren0327 😄👋🏼 yeah, writing is therapeutic for them, as it is for many other people, myself included. Dancing was for me as well. Many people find it therapeutic to play sports, others find it in various forms of art, etc., etc.

I don’t know if Camren did couples therapy 🤷🏻‍♀‍ I think if they really did it, they did it after 5H.

Doctors of all kinds, and therefore also psychologists, consultants, therapists, psychiatrists, etc. are bound by the federal law HIPAA (Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act). Many therapists themselves indeed, prefer to establish confidentiality limits even before starting therapy. For example, the fact that they’re required to maintain therapy content is established regardless, but with you, they can determine who they can contact with your written permission, or if they can’t contact anyone. If YOU client prefer it, you can also establish that outside those four walls, you’re not really in therapy and that therefore if you meet your therapist in a supermarket, for example, they’ll pretend not to know you and will not acknowledge you at all in order to protect your client-therapist confidentiality. So, at the end of the day, it really depends on you and what you establish with your therapist.

This, however, is sometimes not enough for celebrities. Those who really, but really care about privacy and don’t want to take risks, require their therapist to also sign an NDA as a backup and reinforcement plan, so that it covers everything, including sections that HIPAA doesn’t administer.

Both, dear @camilalauren0327, and hi again 👋🏼😊 In the Consequences video and on the day of Say You Won’t Let Go she was paying tribute to Lauren and to the old Camila. For Consequences, that was one of the many symbols we find in the video that served as a clue. For Say You Won’t Let Go it was yes a tribute to Lauren and to old Camila, but it was more of a message for her. The song was for her, the bow was for her, and the rose on her pants was for her. It was like: “Hey, I’m still here. I’m still me. See the bow? See the rose? The song? It’s all for you. The title of the song already speaks for itself. Let’s try again”. That was indeed still the period of rapprochement between them. As for the other times she wore it, and I remember that she even wore it around her neck on more than one occasion, it was for style.

Sure thing, dear Anon 🙃 Curious is a song discarded from the album Camila, and I don’t know if you’ll like my interpretation, dear Anon, because this song is not about Lauren (for me).

Verse 1

“I lose myself when you start talkin’

There’s something riveting about you, it’s got me confused”

Camila finds this girl so fascinating, that not only does she gets lost when she talks, but it also makes her confused. Confused because she didn’t think another girl could have this effect on her while her mind was always on Lauren. And yes, girl. It’s not the first time that Camila has had to mask this in her songs.

“If we went back to your apartment

Would you be a gentleman and a bad boy too?”

She’s provocative here. She’s literally provoking and teasing the girl: “Could you be sweet and at the same time rough enough to slamming me against the wall?” If you know what I mean…

Pre-Chorus

“I know you think, I’m innocent

Little do you know where my mind has been?”

When you see Camila in videos and interviews, you’re hit by her energy 80% of the time. She’s this cute and goofy and clumsy and dorky ball of bubbly energy that cracks a smile from you all the time. She’s funny with her lame jokes that however always make you laugh, and most of the time, you see her in this innocent light. And it’s true. She looks like this innocent little bean that must be protected at all costs. But we also know that she’s far from innocent. And here, that’s what she’s telling the girl: “If you knew what I’ve been thinking about you, about us, about what I want to happen, you’d understand that I’m not that innocent after all.”

“I don’t have much experience

Could you relieve me of my ignorance?”

The only sexual experience Camila had had up to that point, had been with Lauren. So unlike this girl, Camila had only had one partner, and she’s telling her just that: “I don’t have much experience as you do. Could you help me out?”

“It’s true (It’s true, it’s true)

Been wondering about you”

Here she’s basically questioning whether the expectation equals the reality.

Chorus

“I’m just cu—, I’m just curious

What you do, just got the two of us

Hit me down, take me up

Can you teach me how to love?

I’m just curious”

She’s telling her that what they do in private between them, will stay between the two of them. And then… Ahem-Ahem! *Throat clearing* I’m really trying to hold back as much as possible here guys… If I hadn’t received complaints in the past about some of the answers I gave in other posts, I wouldn’t have had any kind of problem explaining exactly what she says sentence by sentence, but I’ll just limit myself by saying that she’s asking her to teach her to be more expert on the subject matter.

Post-Chorus

“Dum, dum-dum-dum

You got me feeling

Dum, dum-dum-dum

You got me feeling”

This girl makes her feel in a certain type of way that Camila herself refrains from saying what she really wants to say. Still if you know what I mean…

Verse 2

“I’m kinda nervous but I like it (Yeah)”

Because it’s a good kind of nervous. An exciting kind of nervous.

“Will you live up to the image that I got of you?”

Again. As I said before, she’s basically asking if the expectation equals the reality.

“You’re not usually my type, yeah

I think that that might be the reason that I’m here with you (Oh, oh)”

And this, speaks for itself. Who’s Camila’s type? With whom is she making the comparison? Who does she have in mind to justify her actions? She’s there with this girl because her type is who?

Before I wrap up, I want to explain to you why this song has nothing of Lauren for me. So I’m going to rewrite some pieces of the song to debunk it’s about Lauren.

“If we went back to your apartment”

Lauren didn’t have an apartment yet. She wasn’t living alone yet. 5H had two apartments that they shared together in the months of recording, and for the rest, they lived constantly in hotels. This girl (older than her) had an apartment.

“I know you think, I’m innocent”

Lauren and Camila had already had sex. Hello? Since the Like Friends Do situation. So she’s not talking about Lauren because she already knew Camila wasn’t innocent.

“I don’t have much experience”

Again. Experience she’d precisely had with Laur.

“Been wondering about you”

She had to wonder about Lauren if she had already been with her sexually? What would have been the sense?

“What you do, just got the two of us”

If she was really talking about Lauren, this would’ve been a big bullshit because there were people who knew about them. The ones closest to them for sure. Like DNA. DNA knew about them right from the start and lived their story basically along with them. Not to mention that they heard them on more than one occasion. Hell, even we heard them thanks to that takeover.

“You’re not usually my type”

Definitely not Lauren! Isn’t Lauren Camila’s type? In which universe?

“I think that that might be the reason that I’m here with you”

Exactly! This girl, whether it was physically or of character, wasn’t like Lauren.

Aaand these are the reasons why I’m 100% sure this song is not about Lauren, dear Anon.

Of course I can, dear Anon 😄

Cleopatra is a song discarded from the album Camila, and created during The Hurting. The Healing. The Loving. era. C ended Something’s Gotta Give in mid-March 2017 and we know it was the last song of The Hurting. The Healing. The Loving. era before the album name changed to Camila, so Cleopatra was finished before that.

Verse

“Ridin’ ‘round town in the backseat

Looking like the real deal

Looking real, real, real

Spent so long cuttin’ my teeth

Thought you were the real deal

But it wasn’t real, real, real, uh”

Camila is in the back of a car and, you know how sometimes you find yourself spacing out and thinking about something in those moments? Maybe by looking out the window but not really looking because you’re thinking about that something? It can be something trivial or something important, and in Camila’s case, in this case specifically, she’s overthinking about her relationship with Lauren. They had clearly broken up, and Camila is thinking about how she believed L was the real deal.

With ‘cuttin’ my teeth’ she used a slang to indicate that she learned something early in her life. The slang of cut my/your/her/his/their teeth was born in reference to the exit of the teeth from a baby’s gums and consequently indicates a first experience. So, here she means that she spent too much time learning the ropes believing for real that Lauren was for her, and then realize that she wasn’t.

[Don’t be discouraged and keep in mind that in this case, they were passing thoughts because she was definitely angry, bitter, and sad. We all are after a fight or a breakup with a partner. Besides, we all know that L is the love of her life. Think of songs like Never Be the Same (It’s you, babe), All These Years ('Cause after all these years, I still feel everything when you are near), Taxy (The greatest love story that’s never been told), and many others up to one of the ‘most recent’ ones: Anyone (You are the only one I’ll ever love) 😉]

Pre-Chorus

“Every night it was a different fight

It was a different girl

It was a different lie, ooh-ooh

Every night it was a different fight

It was a different girl

It was a different lie, ooh”

Aaaand back at it again with their communication problems. Even if she has generalized a lot here, she still makes us understand the essence of the problem.

Chorus

“I think I kinda wanna cut my hair like I’m

I’m Cleopatra”

When people move on or try to move on after a breakup, what do they usually do? They look for a change. They want to separate themselves from their past selves, of the ones they were when they were in a relationship with the person they broke up with, and they seek a change, aka self-improvement. Most of the time visual, and therefore physical. This change is seen as a new beginning, a new chapter in their life where they want to feel good again. They want to feel attractive. And this is how self-innovation begins. Some go on a diet, others change their style and wardrobe, and then there’s what many see as a rite of passage: a new haircut.

Camila in this case used Cleopatra’s cut as a metaphor for the change she wanted to make about herself. Cleopatra is one of the most famous known queens in the world. Strong, intelligent, powerful, and that radiates charm in everyone since ever. But Camila isn’t talking about Cleopatra the person. She’s talking about her haircut. Cleopatra’s cut in this case is a symbol of power and freedom for Camila. Remember how I said earlier that Camila finished Something’s Gotta Give in mid-March and that she finished this song before that? Well, although this song talks about 2015, it was made in 2017. And guess what happened in that same period? Camila cut her hair by getting bangs. To be precise, it happened on March 31, 2017 (picture + caption: “joined the bang club now”). Coincidence? Yeah, sure, I don’t think so. Plus, although she used it as a metaphor, Camila has actually always wanted a Cleopatra cut, thing that, if you think about it, she now has for real. [Oh, oh and, rumor has it that Cleopatra was bisexual as was 100% Julius Caesar🤫🤭]

“Wanna dance on cars

And forget it all after

Skip these sad love songs cause I

Need something faster and now baby

Kinda think I’m ready”

The freedom I was saying before? (Cleopatra’s cut in this case is a symbol of power and freedom for Camila) She talks about it here. She used the wanting to dance on cars and the skipping sad love songs as figurative expressions of the freedom she wanted to feel, and that she wanted to feel fast because there was gonna be no crying in the club this time. 🤣🤣🤣 Sorry, dear Anon, I had to 😝 No but, seriously though. She just wanted to shed the past and move on right away because she was ready. And she was also ready for the power part I referred to earlier that she explains here:

Post-Chorus

“Needed to be all eyes on me

Baby all eyes on me, ooh

That’s what I want

Needed to be all eyes on me

Baby all eyes on me, ooh

That’s what I want, yeah”

Now. Now, now, now, now, now, now, now. We have a double interpretation here. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: Camila is a fucking genius. And being the fucking genius lyricist that she is, she used a double meaning here to let everyone interpret this part as they please. The double interpretation is so well hidden, that people who listen to this song without knowing the details, such as for example knowing something about Camila’s life or the year the song was made, would never know because they wouldn’t even notice.

The first interpretation ties into what she says about wanting to dance on cars in the chorus. That’s also a way of saying she just wants to dance thoughtlessly and have fun, but on cars? It’s a metaphor to say that she wants to do it by drawing everyone’s attention. I want you to picture something now, okay? Picture a party with a bunch of people dancing and drinking, and in the midst of the fun, someone climbs on the hood of a car or a counter or any other high surface to keep dancing. Can you picture what would happen at that moment? Can you picture how all the people there would turn to look at that person and shout, clap, and cheer them on? Now picture the same scenario with a person still climbing on something high, but to announce something. It’s the same thing. It’s the same purpose. Getting on top, getting on top of something, is to automatically draw attention. So the connection that leads us to the first interpretation is: Wanna dance on cars - Needed to be all eyes on me.

The second interpretation, on the other hand, is basically the same as regards wanting attention on her, but with another direction and another chorus sentence. Camila is a singer. She’s a performer. She LOVES to perform. She LOVES the excitement, the adrenaline rush, the anxiety, the nerves, the pressure, and the feeling of shitting herself before entering a stage. She LOVES the almost blinding stage lights, the screams, the cheers, the applause, and all the love from the fans. She LOVES mastering the stage, interacting with the audience, and delivering a show. She sings her heart out and LOVES it when the audience sings back to her. She has so much passion and she’s so fucking good at what she does. Why am I saying all this? Because with this hidden interpretation, Mila refers to her solo debut. Like I said, this song was made in 2017, remember? So the connection that leads us to the second interpretation is: Now baby, kinda think I’m ready - Needed to be all eyes on me. Ready for her debut.

Both indicate the attention and power (feeling of power) that I mentioned earlier that comes with it.

Bridge

“See, see

You right to be that

You bein’, you needin’

See, see

You right to be that

You bein’, you needin'”

This part is cryptic. Since they broke up here, I think she’s just saying that it’s okay. That it’s okay for Lauren to be the way she is and that it’s okay if they’re letting each other go (Yeah, sure, Jan 🤣). No hard feelings. Or at least, that’s my interpretation.

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Before concluding this post, I’d like to make amends. My friend, the same one I ‘roasted’ in my last post (📄 - ɟ), hey, hi girl 😝 literally shoved her phone in my face a few days ago to show me an ask sent to @emisonme (hi to you too if you’re reading 👋🏼😄) in which I was mentioned. I’d like to apologize to all of you because I made a mistake, although not intentionally. I didn’t know Simon was no longer one of the directors of Simco Limited. I went to check it out and immediately understood why I didn’t know. Because it happened more or less recently (on September 17, 2020) and I hadn’t done a thorough research on the piece of shit since last summer (July) when Syco integrated into Sony.

I got really mad at myself for doing one of the things I hate: giving out wrong information. Camila and Lauren are ‘free’ from Simon, and I put that in quotes because one of the clauses that are in every Simmenthal Cow contract includes not being able to speak ill of him. I’m not kidding. This is a piece of an article from many years ago that is still on the internet today that talks about X Factor contracts: “The contract, which runs for 80 pages, also reportedly states that the rules are enforceable anywhere ‘in the world and solar system’ and that artists may not be critical of the company, ‘including its personnel and, in particular, Simon Cowell’. The contract makes clear no-one can speak badly of X Factor supremo Simon.”

Supremo… Supremo? Like what, the Supreme from American Horror Story (some fans of the series like me here)? Should I start calling him Cordelia? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I could never. I’m sorry Sarah (Paulson) for even giving it the slightest thought, love. I’m deeply ashamed. Sooo, like what? A supremo Super Saiyan (Dragon Ball)? If he clenches his hands into fists and screams, does his hair turn blonde? No, huh? So like what exactly? The supremo asshole? You know what? It doesn’t matter. He’s ridiculous enough per se.

Anyway. Camren are free I hope completely from Simon, but we don’t know yet if the contract ended along with Simon’s exit or if it’s still standing. We’ll see as soon as one of them releases a new song.

Please accept my sincere apologies, guys 🙏🏼 And thank you @emisonme for giving me a great news, albeit indirectly. You’re a real one 😊

🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍

Aaand I’m done 🙈 I hope I was helpful in this case too. As usual, I’m always available for those who have questions, so feel free to ask 🙃 And as always, I thank Mari for giving me space in her blog and for making this exchange possible, and thanks to you Anons for your asks 🥰

Be kind, to others and to yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗 I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️

P.S. who wants to be my virtual Valentine? 🌹 🌹 🌹

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I have to say sorry to F again because this submission should be posted last night and I couldn’t. Thanks for the long ass post F.

Another advice, I closed the inbox for anons as you know and I will open it again in a few days when I don’t be too busy. Save your asks for F anyway, anons!

#submission #f anon #long ass post #valentine answers #sorry for the late post #anon #ask #f answers

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carynsilver · 4 years ago

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Favorite Fics: Malex Edition

It’s a new year (quite definitively at this point), and a new set of fic recs. Just my small way of saying thank you to the writers who have made the past year, with all its challenges, a little better for me personally. Without the escape of reading, I don’t think I would’ve gotten through the past eleven months, so thank all of y’all for creating (now and in the past) and for sharing your work. You do it for free, and it’s amazing stuff.

If you’re interested, I previously shared my top 10 Stucky, Drarry, Stony, and Darcy Lewis (Wintershock, Shieldshock, and Tasertricks, mostly) fic lists. Today, I’ve finally decided on my top 10 Maxlex fics. So, in no particular order...

my love is a life taker by @jocarthage

If I were making a top 10 fics of all time list, this story would be on it. The breadth and scope of it is truly amazing, as is the writing. There’s world-fixing time travel and an interesting take on our favorite aliens and what could’ve been. Alex as a time agent is both so tragic and also so strong as he begins his journey of self discovery. He’s such an unreliable narrator, and yet also can clearly see so many things. Watching Michael’s growth through the years is just as fascinating as watching Alex travel through time. And it’s juxtaposed with the present so well. This Alex and Michael learn to communicate as they learn about themselves. And the story also taught me a ton about the Middle East and various historical events. I really love this story, and you should definitely read it right now if you haven’t yet.

To Trust Love by @laughsalot3412

This fic is amazing. It takes hurt/comfort to the nth degree. Michael, Isobel, and Max are the only remaining prisoners/subjects in Project Shepherd, and Alex (with the help of Liz, Kyle, and Maria) goes under cover as a guard to get them out. But to do so, first he has to gain their trust--an almost impossible test. The tweaks to the alien abilities and the handprint are interesting. Jesse Manes, as always, is absolutely horrible. But good wins in the end, and the boys are able to figure things out despite the mistakes they make along the way. I mean, trigger warnings for so much in a prison fic with Jesse Manes in it, but it is an awesome story. This author only wrote one RNM fic, but it’s a great one.

From Iraq, with Love by @adiwriting

Alex leaves for basic no way to contact Michael, so he reaches out to him via a YouTube channel. Alex writes years and years’ worth of love songs, hoping maybe Michael will see them and get in touch. The scene when Michael finally sees them is a gut punch in the best way, and the end is so satisfying. A truly excellent story, and I love how music from the heart eases their way into real communication--because, man, that is what these poor boys need.

unexpected tidings by @bestillmyslashyheart

The Vegas fic! Actually, that is not what this fic is about. There is only one scene set in Vegas, and yet that was the one I remembered when I was trying to find the fic again, lol. In this AU, Michael was never reunited with his siblings in Roswell, but he and Alex meet after Alex enlists. They meet three different times in three different states, and eventually fall in love. Then Alex has to come home to Roswell and take care of this little alien problem so his boyfriend can be safe from the horror that is Jesse Manes. One of the best things about this story is the past/present narrative structure. Only a really good writer can tell a successful story out of chronological order, and @bestillmyslashyheart really succeeds. Check out her other work, as well, such as A Simple Life (but with aliens).

Shadow Work by @myrmidryad

This fic has stellar world building. Alex and Michael are shades--people who work banishing hauntings, curses, etc. The scientific way the supernatural elements are approached is so interesting, as well as the different ways humans and aliens perceive them. Alex is a total unreliable narrator just because of how the haunt is affecting him, but he still gets the job done. This is a world you can just sink into. Totally immersive, and yet it works so well with the alien mythology we already have. And the conclusion to the haunt mystery is so satisfying. Such a great story!

Lovin’ you is a gift tonight (Lovin’ you for all of my life) by @bellakitse

Michael turned his cheek when Alex tried to kiss him, and then Alex and Rosa ran off to NYC before anything else could happen. Michael thinks of Alex as the one who got away, and then he runs into him when he’s stuck at the airport in Denver, trying to get home to Roswell for Christmas. Their reunion in the airport is fluffy and amazing, just a pleasure to read. And then they end up back in Roswell and all the other stuff comes into play in a really satisfying, let’s-deal-with-it-as-adults-instead-of-children kind of way. Ah, so good!

scream in there by thepredatorywasp

I’ll be honest, this one starts a little rough emotionally, but man, Alex and Michael really earn their happily ever after here. It is worth it. And then we get River! I enjoy a good kid!fic, and River the little alien found in a pod who gloms onto Alex and never lets go is amazing! River is my favorite kiddo that I’ve ever read in a Malex story.

truth (to the people we love) by @lambourngb

This is probably the shortest fic on my rec list. I am biased toward the long ones, I know. But man this one packs a punch. Alex recorded a goodbye message when he was overseas, and he has to tell it not to auto send every week. Then he is kidnapped for ten days... I don’t want to spoil too much, but just read it. It also plays with the narrative structure. And if you like this one, definitely check out @lambourngb‘s other stories. collect the bad habits and Vows are also great reads!

I Know Nothing Stays the Same by @aewriting

This is one of those stories that sticks in your head. It is awful (emotion-wise, not writing-wise) and wonderful all wrapped up together in the best way. Alex and Michael run away after the shed incident and go into hiding for five years. This is the past storyline. There’s also a present and a future. The ending of this story was so gorgeous, I don’t want to spoil it, but I remember it all the time when I think of Malex. Lovely and poignant. This is another version of this couple that <i>earn</i> their happiness together. And if you want even more in this ‘verse, the very talented @andrea-lyn (who also has a ton of great Malex stories) wrote a coda called There’s More Room in a Broken Heart.

Send Me Home by @litwitlady

I waffled back and forth about which story would fill the final slot. It’s always so hard to choose when there are so many excellent ones out there, but I had to have one of @litwitlady‘s stories on the list. She has quite a few excellent ones, but Send Me Home is my favorite. Michael the baseball player is both compelling and also heartwarming in his softer life. This is another fic where Alex is a musician, this one an actual country music star. So, it’s a sports fic and a celebrity romance, in addition to being a Malex RNM story. it is a WiP, which I sometimes hesitate to rec, but there’s only one more chapter to go, so I feel pretty safe about it. And she has lots of other stories you should check out. I’m fond of the Reunion series, as well.

So, that’s it for this post. Thanks again to all the amazing fanfic authors and their awesome work. I’ve read so many great Malex fics lately. On this list or not, I appreciate you guys!

#malex #fanfic rec #fanfic #reading #highly recommend #alex x michael #alex manes #michael guerin #quarantine reads #thanks for writing these fics

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huihuiheart · 4 years ago

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Classy - Park Junhee

Summary: Junhee shocked everyone when he confessed to you during the last week of class, giving you his class ring as a sign of his affections for all to see. If only they knew the real meanings behind that gift.

Paring: Jock/Popular Junhee x F! Reader - College au

Warnings: Beer pong, drinking, unprotected sex, rough sex, dom/sub themes, ring kink, manhandling, oral (male receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, spanking, mention of marks, fingering, degradation, daddy kink, light slapping, bondage, light choking, slight breeding kink, overstimulation.

Word Count: 5,410

“Yes Y/N I’m serious, I want you to come play as my partner. No tricks or conditions I genuinely want you there.” Junhee had patiently spent the last ten minutes trying to convince you to play beer pong with him. Despite barely having ever had contact with him before. You had one class together and one project, but you worked on it in class with the rest of a group of five. Never had either of you reached out to the other as like a social hangout, especially when you came from two entirely different groups. Junhee was here on a sports scholarship, and while not being the star or his career choice there was no doubt that he was athletic and a favorite player on the team. He also was graduating in two months and moving onto a university to continue his studies in what he actually wanted to pursue for his future. You on the other hand still had a year of college left before you moved on to university, focusing your studies in the science department, but waiting to fully chose a major until university. Not sure if medical, forensics, or botany spoke to you yet, while he seemed so sure of where his life was going. Hence why you two had only passed in one general education class all this time, well before this party that your friends insisted on dragging you to before you had to cram for any finals.

“Sorry, I’m just really confused as to why you’d want me to play with you. I’ve never played before and we haven’t really talked, so I’m just surprised.” You admit causing Junhee to chuckle as he grabs your write and leads you off to the table where his friend Donghun and his girlfriend were already waiting.

“Exactly! So you can learn something new and we’ll get a change to really know each other since we didn’t during that project.” The way he smiled at you and seemed to remember you so genuinely blew you away a little. You knew he was a kind person, you could always tell but there just simply wasn’t much reason for him to notice you at least to your knowledge, “It’ll be lots of fun I promise, and if you don’t enjoy it then we can always just have a conversation or something.”

You gave a small nod, giving in to his slightly pushy but in all considerate nature. You could give something new a try especially if the person introducing you to in was willing to let it go instead of forcing you to continue if you didn’t enjoy it. Not that you really had to worry about getting too drunk though, Junhee was good enough at this for the both of you and easily won. Wordlessly stepping aside to let another pair take over to just talk with you, incase you weren’t comfortable speaking up.

“So that wasn’t too bad was it?” His voice is playful as he takes a spot besides you in a quieter corner of the party, knowing you at least found yourself laughing a few times during the game.

“No, I survived just fine thanks to you. Though I think one game a party is enough for me. I don’t really like getting drunk in places like this.” Your voice weakens with your admission as if ready for him to mock you for something that seemed so silly even though as a woman it was so normal.

“Yeah, it’s hard to know who’s here and if you can trust them, especially with all the things that happen. I won’t make you drink anymore if you don’t want though.” Junhee assured you before offering a change of subject after if you wanted it, placing your comfort as his priority even though you were just getting to know each other. An hour of just talking passed before you knew it and you almost....almost felt bad about stealing him away from the party. It was too easy to enjoy his presence though, too nice to have someone to talk to after being dragged someplace you didn’t want to be and then abandoned by your friends.

“I’m going to be honest Y/N. I didn’t want to get to know you so we could be friends. I wanted to get to know you so that I could ask you out.” Junhee admits bluntly to you his admission stunning you for a moment before you collect your thoughts again.

“Really? So like a fling? Cause after graduation you’ll be onto bigger and better won’t you?” You wouldn’t think less of him for it, but he wasn’t going to be around much longer so you wanted to know what you would be getting into if you were to agree.

“I mean if that’s all it ends up being then yeah I guess a fling. Honestly though I’ve been looking for an excuse to come ask you all year, so if it works out to be more then I wouldn’t be opposed at all.” Junhee’s warm palm cupped your cheek, contrasting with the cool metal bands of the rings on his fingers as he gently tilts your head to look at him, “I’m not just asking so that I can play with your feelings though.”

Junhee’s been so genuine with you all evening that you can’t help but believe his words now too, especially when he leans in to press his lips against yours in the gentlest, most fragile of ways. As if he was afraid to scare you away, but also couldn’t hold back any longer. Only easing up when he feels you responding to his kiss, you two becoming lost in your little corner away from the chaos of the party. Until your phone buzzed anyways, your friend sending you an sos message and meaning you’d have to leave Junhee. Both of you cursing later that night upon realizing that in the daze from the kiss neither of you had given the other your number.

Junhee was more than proactive about resolving that situation though as he waited by the entrance closest to where most of your classes were located the next morning, searching for any sign of you from his post. Weaving through groups of grumbling people to reach you when he finally spotted you.

“Y/N! Hey, I forgot to give you my number last night. I mean if you wanted it anyways. If not that’s fine and I’ll just let you get to class.” Junhee nervously rubs the back of his neck, not having thought of the possibility that you might have intentionally not exchanged numbers until he’d already practically stalked you at the entrance of the collage.

You giggle a little at his anxious behavior, noticing the confidence he usually had fade away some, but the sound of your laughter does get him to relax some, “Have you been waiting here all morning for me?”

Junhee nods bashfully as his cheeks dust with a faint pink hue, something rather uncharacteristic for him, “Y-Yeah I skipped my morning coffee and came straight here cause I didn’t want to miss you.”

“Well we can’t have that, you won’t survive morning classes without caffeine and well...neither will I for that matter. Come, I’ll give you my number over a cup of coffee before things get too crazy today. Besides you still have to sweettalk me into actually going on a date with you.” You tease him slightly already walking past to head to the cafe on campus a familiar first stop for you anyways, though it would be nice to have someone with you for a change.

In almost the blink of an eye a month and a half had passed and with just two weeks left until Junhee graduated you knew you were falling too fast. Too fast to be able to let him go like you knew you probably would, but also too far gone to be able to give up what time you had left with him. He’d been the perfect gentleman with you though, taking things slow perhaps too slow even. His confident nature there, but yet he’d never try to fluster you sexually. Though you couldn’t deny that you’d felt more than just curiosity in that regard, especially when you went to his games. Watching the way he’d move and his muscles flex, or the way he’d lift his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and shoot a smug look into the crowd in the direction he knew you were. That being the only peek into that side of him you’d get. You were curious about whether that gentleman who could be so sweet to you over dinner was the same man Junhee would be in bed with you and you were determined to find out. Though your chance came much sooner than you expected and sending your heart racing, body tensing under the familiar touch of his arms weaving around your waist from behind. It barely teasing as his fingers peaked under your shirt that had ridden up, warm against your skin but given away as the chilled metal of the rings he always wore sent shivers through you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you baby. Your roommate let me in when she was heading out.” Junhee’s brows furrow afraid he’s frightened you, placing a sweet peck against your neck as his thumbs brush against your skin trying to calm you again. Not realizing the real reason behind your tensing, “ I wanted to surprise you with dinner out tonight so you could relieve more of that stress from finals, but you’re already cooking.”

You place your own sweet kiss to his subtle pout, “You’re stressed from yours too, so it’s alright we can stay in tonight. Eating good food and relieving our stress in other ways.”

The way you purr out the words and smirk at him has his brow raising as he watches you, not used to you being like that. Not that he was one to complain, but he decided to play it off wondering what you’d do if he did, hands coming up to your shoulders and massaging gently, “That’s sweet of you baby, let’s do that tonight. Relax and recover from all that stress.”

You know his words are meant to tease slightly, but you don’t know if he’s trying to test you or not. You know that it suddenly makes you more impatient though, thinking over your next move as your hands slip over his on your skin, looking down and admiring how the red gem of his class ring glitters in the light, “You know you don’t have to hold back with me right? You’ve made this perfect, but you don’t have to be soft and sweet like that with me all the time. You won’t scare me away Junhee, it’s too late for that.”

“It’s too late for that? What do you mean?” Junhee’s brows furrow as he shifts to look at your face, trying to get a read on you and understand what you mean. Leading you to take a shaky breath knowing you were possibly going to say something too soon, but hopefully it wasn’t something you shouldn’t say right now.

“I mean I love you Junhee. And maybe this will all be over in a few weeks, but I want every second I have with you to count. For it to be with you as a whole. Not for you to hold yourself back for my sake, because you never have to.” As the soft spoken words leave your lips, Junhee slips a hand up to cup your cheek and turn you to face him. Not answering with words right away, but instead capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I can be a bit much.” Junhee chuckles, but there’s concern written on his face, especially in his eyes as they search your own for any sign of hesitation. Not that they find any there, you already sure of what you want from him.

“I’m sure, I’ve thought about it and I know what I want. So why are you still holding back?” You murmur against his lips, only for him to chuckle at you again his eyes darkening as he backs you up to pin you against the counter.

“Because I was trying to let you finish cooking, my baby was working hard and I wanted to appreciate that.” Junhee grips your jaw, squishing your cheeks slightly, “But if you’re so impatient then I guess I can take care of those needs for you baby. It’ll just be on my time table.”

Junhee’s eyes flick down noticing movement and smirking as he notices you pressing your thighs together not as subtle as you thought you were. Not continuing though until you admit whether through words or actions that you want him to fuck you now, before anything else. You doing that by reaching back to turn of the stove and try to nudge Junhee away so you could lead him towards your bedroom in case your roommates decided to come home. Junhee quickly gripping your hips before you can get far though and pressing you against his form, kissing you heatedly, teeth flashing in to nip at your lips as he leads you back into your room and quickly slamming the door shut, your impatience rubbing off on him as he practically tosses you onto the bed. Growling low in his chest as he nips at your throat when you desperately try to claw his shirt off. Pulling back to take care of that for you.

“Tsk so desperate, it’s always the shy ones that are the filthiest little sluts. Isn’t that right?” Junhee gives a light slap to your cheek, the feel of his rings making you gasp even though there’s no real sting with it. Simply enough to pull you out of your daze at seeing his body and back to his words, “You won’t get anything without your words, come on be a good little slut and use them for me.”

You bat your lashes innocently at him as if you weren’t preparing to be a brat and see just what you could get out of him, “Why don’t you make me daddy? After all you haven’t given me any reason to be a good little slut for you, so why should I?”

Junhee raises a brow watching the way your fingers trace over his belt buckle and he shakes his head with the click of his tongue pulling you up and practically ripping your shirt off. Smirking as your hands follow his movements while he undoes his belt, practically drooling as you anticipate the sight of him. Though he surprises you by stopping after he’s slipped his belt off, moving behind you to pull your wrists behind your back and secure them with his belt. The leather digging in just enough to sting, but not to actually hurt you a softer side of him peaking out for a moment as he kisses your temple.

“We’ll come up with a system later, but for now if it’s too much or you need be to stop just say so. Do you understand?” His words are soft against the shell of your ear, a nod not sufficient as he lightly slaps your thigh in warning, “Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand daddy.” You vocalize, getting a hum of approval and one last kiss to your temple, before Junhee’s fingers weave into your hair and grip firmly as he moves in front of your again, free hand working the rest of his clothes off enough to free his cock.

“Good, now let’s see if we we can’t teach that pretty little mouth of yours some manners hm?” Junhee raises a brow leading you down, grip lose enough to let you ease into taking his length, but firm enough to let you know he won’t let you tease him, “Come on baby, you can take it. Or is your mouth only good for talking back and begging to be fucked silly?”

His words along with the shallow nudge of his hips is enough to encourage you to take him deeper, not letting up until you take all of him. Determined to prove yourself now that you were finally getting his cock like you wanted, reveling in the way his hips thrust forward with a low groan as a result. He didn’t let you have the control long though as his hand gripping your hair tightened to hold you in place, thrusting into your mouth with more vigor once he knew you could take it. The sight of you driving him crazy, the way your swollen lips looked around him, spit and tears glistening as they dirtied your face, but your eyes stayed locked on his unwavering through it all. Until he had to pull you off him before he lock control of himself and came down your throat, that not being what he had in mind today. You whine though, moving to take him into your mouth again as soon as his grip on your hair loosens, wanting to make him fall apart because of your actions.

“Babe you gotta slow down.” Junhee moans out, head falling back feeling his resolve breaking as you don’t let up even hearing his words. Almost giving into what you wanted knowing part of him wanted it too, but pushing that down and taking control again wanting you to be the one that was falling apart right now, not the other way around. Pulling you off his cock again and up to kiss you, tugging your bottom lip in a harsher bite after. Your actions getting him riled up as he moves to get the rest of your clothes off, having to rip your bra with your hands bound to expose you. Licking his lips as he spots the way your arousal already has glistens in the light, fingers running through your slit to collect your wetness, bringing his fingers up to lick clean with a smirk.

“If only I could reward you right now, but you still haven’t learned your lesson have you?” Junhee teases your lips but stays just far enough to not give you quite what you want, your giggle in response only heating him up more. Him moving your body to his liking as he presses your face down and ass up for him, hands kneading your flesh greedily as the sight sends a spike of arousal through him, making his cock throb. His skin felt almost fire hot against yours, but his rings were still chilled from the air, sending a chill through your spine. Though that changed to a different feeling as his touch vanished only for his hand to crack down against your ass a second later, already letting you feel bruises form where the metal bands had hit. Junhee setting a pattern that way, not touching you until a sudden swat to your ass. Them varying in strength, but none too gently. Him showing some mercy and only delivering twenty knowing it wasn’t something you were likely used to feeling and seeing the blossoming marks, gently rubbing over your bruised flesh and leaning down to leave a few kisses in his wake, though what you couldn’t see was the hungry way in which he eyed the way you were dripping down your thighs, only further enticing him.

“Look how well my little slut can take a punishment. Almost seems like you enjoyed it too.” Junhee chuckles his fingers trailing up your thighs and collecting the mess you’d made before running his slicked fingers through your folds. Free hand gripping your ass to stop you from pressing back when you try the first time, “Tsk you aren’t already forgetting the lesson I just taught are you? What do you have to do if you want something slut?”

“I-I have to ask daddy for it like a good little slut.” You whine drawing your lip between your teeth, “Daddy please can I have your cock now? I already learned my lesson and can be good for you I just want you to fuck me already.”

Your little pouty huff makes Junhee laugh, teasing your entrance with the tips of his fingers, “Don’t get all huffy with me slut, you’ll get what you want in due time. Once I determine that you’ve earned it. Until then you’ll take what I give you like a good little fuck doll and you’ll thank me for it.”

You didn’t have even have time to bite back a smart remark before two of his fingers finally slid into you, still teasing as he slowly moved them deeper until his rings pressed against your entrance sending chills of pleasure through you and earning a moan despite his teasing. Glancing down between your legs to see the same red gemmed ring you’d been admiring earlier glittering against your core now, as his fingers slowly moved in and out of you. Drops of your arousal smearing over it and only creating more sparking spots as your pussy clenched trying to draw Junhee’s digits deeper.

“Look at that greedy little pussy of yours, is this what it wants.” Junhee punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, curling his fingers against your sweet spot, “Want my fingers deep in the tight little cunt? Deeper than your fingers could ever get?”

“Yes daddy, want you to fuck me good with your fingers or your cock.” You mewl out eyes still fixated on his ring, knowing that every time you saw it now you’d end up thinking of this moment, especially as he picked up the pace. Knowing how good his fingers felt as he fucked you with them, letting himself open up this side of him to you like you’d been wanting for so long. You slicking them up enough that with each thrust of his fingers the rings started to press in as well, dragging against you to form delicious jolts of pleasure through you. Not that Junhee cared if you ruined his rings like that, not if it meant he saw you turning to putty beneath him, not even realizing how you squirmed in pleasure due to your fucked out state. Determined to bring you to fill you with as much pleasure as he possibly could before even fucking you. His free hand moving between your legs to rub roughly at your clit, losing his own patience as he leans down towards your ear, letting you feel his cock against your ass.

“You gonna fall apart for me baby? Go ahead baby, give into it. I know you want to. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.” Junhee softens slightly with his words, despite his rough actions still it proving to be all that was necessary to make the pleasure finally explode. Stars burring your vision as shock waves of pleasure and relief surged through you, slowly turning to a slightly good burn as Junhee’s fingers pressed on for just a moment longer to overstimulate you before slipping out gently to give you a moment of reprieve as his hands worked to undo his belt on your wrists. He gently rubs your wrists for a moment, helping bring back proper circulation before his hand grips your hip to help flip you onto your back, crawling over your form.

“I’m not done with you yet baby, you wanted me to hold nothing back so this is what you get....well when I’m in a good mood.” Junhee smirks and the thoughts that along with his words and the dark glint in his eyes conveys has you shuddering, wondering just what him being in a bad mood would entail.

Junhee going to look through his pockets for a condom before you pull him back to you with a determined look in your eyes, “I’m on the pill and I said I didn’t want you to hold back, I meant anything when I said that. Unless you don’t want to cum in my sweet little pussy daddy?”

Junhee slaps your thigh hearing your coy attitude and little giggle, “Filthy fucking slut, do you actually know what you’re asking for? If I cum in this little cunt of yours I might just have to fuck you this good every day.” He rubs his tips through your folds teasingly, before finally pressing the head of his cock in, “You’d probably love that though wouldn’t you, dirty whore. You’d love for me to fuck load after load of cum into you whenever I wanted wouldn’t you? You’d beg me for that huh?”

"I-I would daddy, I'd need it so badly. I'd love every second of it just like I do now, cause I'm your dirty little slut." You mewl rolling your hips up only to stop when you feel Junhee's hand wrap around your neck, fingers slightly sticky with your essence still. He doesn't press down on your throat her, but his grip is firm enough to remind you of who was in charge right now and get you to stop your movements as you look back into his eyes.

"Then do it whore. Beg me." Junhee's lips quirk up again as he looks into your eyes seeing the brat in you take a backseat yet again to the submissive side, knowing that he was so close to giving you what you wanted and that all you had to do for it was give in that last little bit.

“Daddy please, please fuck me. Use me to feel good, please. I want you to prove to me that no one can fuck me like you and for you to cum in me, to claim me like that please.” If not for the way his grip on your throat creeped higher until the pads of his fingers grasped your jaw and turned your face to look at him you might has squirmed beneath him more, but you were willing to contain yourself if it meant getting him to finally give into giving you what you both needed so badly in this moment.

“Alright baby, I’ll give you what you want. Just remember that you asked for this.” Junhee practically snarls at you, grip tightening just slightly, until you wonder if his rings will leave little bruises in their wake there as well. You only have a second to consider it though before your mind goes blank as he snaps his hips into yours full force. Not giving you more than a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside you, before he’s pulling out again to set a pace without giving you a moment’s reprieve. The punishing thrusts of his good mood were mind numbing, blissing you out before you even had a moment to try and collect yourself. The one hand still secured around your throat as his free hand grips your hip, pulling you into each of his hard, quick thrusts. Soaking up your reactions and being sure to hit all the right spots after he found them.

“Look at you, already so fucked out and practically drooling over my cock and to think you seemed like such a sweet, innocent, little girl. Here you are though, falling apart all for daddy, hm?” Junhee’s words are teasing, picking up his pace as he brings your leg over his shoulder before letting his hand on your hip move between your legs to rub circles at your clit, feeling you clench and spasm around him, becoming more vocal, “ Oh? Does my little slut really like that? You like when I use you like a little fuck doll, moving you and fucking you however I please?”

“I-I do daddy, it’s what I wanted. What I needed from you. If you keep doing this I’m gonna cum.” Your whiny tone spurred Junhee on, stroking his ego and fueling his lust, determined to make you cum as many times as he could manage before he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm any longer. Though with how good you felt around him right now he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last too long today, though he was already planning ways to make up for it later on.

“Then fucking do it. Cum all over daddy’s dick, let me feel what it’s like when that tight, little cunt makes a mess of my cock.” His words paired with a well angled thrust against your most sensitive spots had you tensing beneath him as your pleasure unraveled, spiraling you into your second orgasm for the evening before you had time to even register what was happening. Junhee’s continued thrusts making each wave of your release as euphoric as possible and even after not giving you much time to consider the slight burn of overstimulation as the knot in your stomach started to form and tighten yet again, “ I’m not filling up this little pussy until you cum for me again, you understand?”

You want to answer, but aren’t able to as his grip tightens just enough around your neck to restrict the airflow some, not fully cutting it off though. Your pussy only further tightening around his cock, something that gave away how much you enjoyed it and something he would have been more cocky about if he weren’t so far gone in his own pleasure. Junhee’s thighs starting to tense and quiver as he chases both of your impending highs, moaning much more than before at how vice like your cunt’s grip on him is.

“F-Filthy fucking whore, likes being choked. I wonder what else you little naughty girl. I can’t fucking wait to find out every little thing that sets you off baby, we’re gonna have so much fun. I promise you that. Right now I need you to cum one more time for daddy though.” Junhee’s voice cracks slightly as he pinches your clit, waiting to feel you cumming around him before he allows himself to cum as well, releasing thick streams of cum into you just like he’d promised to do.

Taking a moment to catch his breath before brushing the hair out of your face and kissing your forehead with a soft chuckle. Deciding that even though he’s going to be sweet once again he’ll tease you some as well, “Come on baby let’s get you showered before your roommates come back. I’ll clean up the kitchen and get us some food too. I think I relieved that stress of yours, but I don’t know that you’ll have your energy back for a bit.”

Walking down the hall during one of your longer breaks between classes to get your mid-day caffeine fix you saw Junhee waiting on your route for you much like he did the same way he did the day he got your number.

“Hey babe, I wanted to talk to you about something. You got a minute?” He asks smiling sweetly as if he hadn’t just been super blatant in public about you two despite it still being relatively on the downlow still. It flustering you slightly, but you found it sweet at the same time.

“Sure, you wanna go someplace quieter?” You question taking the hand that he offered you although a little confused by his sudden need to talk about something, especially with the faint pink dusting his cheeks.

“It’s fine. I’m right where I want to be. I just wanted to tell you, I’ve been thinking a lot and I..........I love you too. Not just for these few short months either and I want to keep loving you.” Junhee’s blush deepens slightly as he holds out his class ring to you with a shy laugh, “So what do you say? Will you continue to be mine?”

You feel heat rising to your own cheeks looking at the very ring that had a special place the night you told him that you loved him for the first time, gently taking it into your hand, “You already know the answer to that, of course I will.”

Junhee beamed pulling you in for a soft kiss, before leading the way towards the cafe already knowing where you’d been heading as he announced to the whole campus that you were a couple and you were going to stay that way.

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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All Forgiven - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader, everyone else x reader (platonic)

Requested: By @neelehksttr

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: I barely even know what I’ve written or what the hell this is, it turned out so bad. I didn’t really find the inspiration for this one so it’s really crappy and dull, I’m sorry😭 This is mainly platonic so there’s not much Spooky x reader interaction in this but I promise you better fics are coming when I get my inspiration back. It’s not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes, Spanish translations at the end.

Wordcount: 6168

Summary: You’re a good friend to the Core 4 and when they find out you’ve been seeing Oscar in secret, they’re not very happy.

It was a Friday afternoon when you were sitting with the Core 4 and Jasmine in Ruby’s living room, your feet laid out over Jamal and Cesar’s laps where they were seated beside you in the couch and your hand absentmindedly pulling through Monse’s hair where she sat below you on the floor.

The weather outside was amazing, the temperature and humidity perfect and burning rays of sun beaming down over the block, just the way you liked it.

You would have much rather been outside working on your tan and breathing in the fresh air right now and yet, you were stuck inside, staring out the window longingly while Ruby and Jasmine forced you to partake in another one of their countless meetings.

“Hey, guys!” Came the voice of Ruby then, pulling you out of your daydreaming and back to reality just in time to see him snapping his fingers at you.

Beside you, Jamal and Cesar also whipped their head around to look at their two glaring friends.

“How did none of you hear what we just said?” Ruby asked, holding his hand on his hips and leaning forward slightly; a stance that, with his height, looked absolutely hilarious.

Cesar gave Ruby and Jasmine a guilty smile. “I’ve been zoning out for the past hours and a half.” He confessed, and Jamal heaved a dramatic sigh beside him.

“I got distracted halfway through.” He held his phone up for all to see sheepishly.

All of them turned to look at you and Monse, and the younger girl beneath you just shrugged her shoulders, leaning her head back against the couch to give you better access to her hair. “I just made a conscious decision to ignore you.”

“Damn.” Jasmine’s face fell. “Why you always gotta be so cold, Monse?”

“Why you always gotta be so boring?” She asked back without missing a beat, and you lightly slapped the back of her head, giving her a pointed look when she glared up at you.

Jasmine brought a hand up to her chest. “Okay, ouch.” She said, offended, but still nodded her head in acceptance. “But I appreciate the feedback, even though it was completely uncalled for.”

Ruby turned to you. “(Y/N).” He called your name, causing your hand to still on top of Monse’s head and your eyes to flicker away from your nails to meet his. “Will you tell them to focus? This is serious business.”

You rolled your eyes, dropping your hand from in front of your face and resuming your patting on your best friend’s hair. “We’re planning a party, Ruben.” You pointed out. “Not world domination.”

His face pulled into one of genuine shock almost immediately. “The first party we’ll be hosting in all our high school years! It’s serious!” He exclaimed, fists balling at his sides and only causing him to look even cuter.

The sight brought a chuckle from your lips. “Jesus…” You shook your head, removing your hand from Monse’s hair much to her dismay, and beginning to stand up from your seat. “I’m gonna go pee.”

Ruby hurried forward to you when you stood up, stopping you with his hands. “But we have to keep planning!”

“I’ll be right back, just carry on without me.”

He sighed, bringing his hands up to his face, but still stepped aside to let you walk around the sofa and toward the bathroom.

Behind you, you could hear him and Jasmine getting back to the party planning and you chuckled, feeling sorry for Cesar, Jamal and Monse who were forced to listen to it.

Once you got to the bathroom, you locked yourself in and let out a loud, relieved sigh when the sounds of the outside became muffled by the closed door and you were finally left in silence, alone.

They were all were good friends to you but you could admit that it got stressful to be around them at times.

They never took the time to just… relax. They were always running around, seemingly doing everything they shouldn’t be doing, much to yours and Oscar’s dismay; although for very different reasons.

While you just didn’t want to see them get in trouble or even worse, get hurt, he was the one left behind to clean up the messes they always seemed to stir up around Freeridge and in turn, you were always the one forced to listen to him complain.

He never understood why you were friends with his brother and his friends, seeing as they were four years younger than you and you didn’t even go to school together, you having graduated together with Ruby’s older brother, Mario.

And at this point, you didn’t really know how you became apart of their group either.

You just remembered being there for Monse when things got rough and with time, she started seeing you as the older sister slash motherly figure she never had, and you just became one of them.

Another sigh left your lips as you leaned on the sink and looked at your reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall above it, taking in the way your face was becoming slightly paler with how much time you’d spent inside the past few weeks.

One of your hands left the sink and moved down to your back pocket, searching for your phone, only to find it wasn’t there.

Your eyes closed in annoyance, knowing you were now forced to go back outside, but you didn’t waste any time, flushing the toilet so that it wouldn’t be as obvious that you had lied about your intentions just to get away, unlocked the door and went back outside.

You calmly walked through the hallway, taking in the family pictures on the walls, and only a second later, you were back in the living room,.

However, your body automatically stopped in the doorway when coming face to face to everyone staring right at you, the house now completely silent.

They were all sporting different expression, but most of them were in some way ones of anger or betrayal.

You had no idea what was going on, but when Monse held up your phone, you almost instantly understood, and she confirmed your suspicions a second later.

“Do you want to tell me why Spooky’s calling you? And why he’s put into your contacts as ‘mi amor’?”

Your eyes widened, flickering between them as you walked into the room, rushing over to Monse to snatch your phone back. “I can explain.”

“Can’t wait to hear this one.” She chuckled dryly.

You looked at her sadly. “Oscar and I-“

“Oscar?” She interrupted. “First name basis, huh?”

“Will you let me talk?” You glared pointedly at her, shoving your phone back into the pocket of your jeans.

In response, she held her arm out as a ‘go ahead’ before stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest, her hip popping out to further show how angry she was.

“Oscar and I…” You tried again, looking at them guiltily. “We’re together.”

Jamal crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes accusingly at you. But he didn’t look angry the same was Monse, Cesar and Ruby did. “For how long?” He inquired, and you sighed.

“Almost seven months.” You confessed, and a scoff instantly left Monse’s lips.

But Jasmine either couldn’t read the tense atmosphere, or she just didn’t care, because the next thing you knew, she had launched herself forward from Ruby’s side to wrap her arms around you. “Congratulations, girl!” She exclaimed. “I always knew there was some bad girl in you!”

You coughed slightly when she squeezed you hard, feeling your lungs being pushed together. But luckily, the pressure disappeared just as quickly as it got there when Monse grabbed her arm and ripped her away from you.

“No! Not congratulations!” She objected, glaring at you. “How could you do this to us?”

You raised an eyebrow, now starting to grow sick of her attitude. “Excuse me?” You asked, and she threw her arms out in exasperation.

“It’s Spooky! He’s a Santo!”

“The Santo.” Ruby joined in, stepping up to her side.

You knew his anger was justified, with how the Santos had played a major role in Olivia’s death, something he still hadn’t gotten over. But Monse’s reaction was just unnecessary, and it was getting on your nerves quickly.

“Yes, I’m very well aware, thank you.” You told her, crossing your arms over your chest to match her stance. “This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you would react like this.”

“We have every right to be angry!” She exclaimed again and you shook your head calmly.

“No, you don’t, not really.” You denied. “I shouldn’t have kept it from you, I admit that, but you have no say in what I do with my life.”

She glared at you. “He’s dangerous.”

Her words brought a scoff out of your lips. The mere thought of Oscar hurting you was ridiculous, just as ridiculous as this conversation.

“Not to me, he’s not.” You shook your head.

But she just wouldn’t give up. “Have you forgotten everything he’s done to us?” She asked. “You’re sleeping with the enemy.”

You breathed out through your nose in annoyance, bringing your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Now you’re just being dramatic.” You chuckled dryly.

“Dramatic my ass! You’re a traitor to this group.” She pointed a finger at you, and beside her, Ruby awkwardly shuffled on his feet.

“You deserve better.” He shrugged his shoulders, face pulled into a bitter, to say the least, expression.

You could only shake your head and sigh while rubbing your forehead. “Jesus Christ, Monse. Are you even hearing yourself right now?” You asked, ignoring Ruby’s input.

Everyone stood silently despite obviously having a lot to say, knowing that this was a conversation between you and Monse. After all, she was the one you were the closest to.

You had lost count of the nights you had stayed with her when Monty had been out on a long drive and she was lonely or having trouble with Cesar, and how many times she’d stayed at your house like that was her home in the first place, sleeping in your bed, eating your food.

You had expected to get negative reactions if the news ever became public of yours and Oscar’s secret relationship, that was the reason you had kept it a secret in the first place, but this was just ridiculous.

You thought you’d taught her better; you expected better.

”You sit here and hate on him for shit you know nothing about but as soon as you need something he’s suddenly good enough?” You asked them all with a dry laugh, shaking your head. “That's not right. I'm not the one who deserves better, he is. He's been risking his life for you every time you’ve gotten in trouble, going against Cuchillos’ orders to keep you safe."

“He could have made different choices if only he wanted to.” Monse glowered at you, and you glared right back.

"Are you really that naïve?” You asked. “You really think he's that ruthless all on his own? He's just taking orders. If he refused, you, me, all of us, would be at risk for your lives. The entire neighborhood would if he and Los Santos weren’t here. You’re all so fucking petty."

“You want to talk about petty? Fine, I’ll give you petty.” She crossed her arms over her chest, giving you the bitchiest nod you’d ever received in your life. “It’s him or us.”

Everyone quickly whipped their heads away from you to look at her with wide eyes, not believing the words that had just left her mouth.

“Monse…” Ruby tried, but both of you ignored him.

“Are you kidding?” You asked her.

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” She challenged you, giving you another nod and raising an eyebrow. “The times he’s been helpful don’t even come close to the times he’s fucked us over. He kicked Cesar out to the street.”

You sighed, looking to the side briefly before looking back to her. “Look, I know you don’t see it that way, but he did it to keep him safe-”

“Safe?!” She exclaimed, lowering her arms and taking a step closer to you. “Constantly being on the run from Prophets is what you consider safe?!”

“It sure beats the hell out of being stabbed to death by Cuchillos.” You argued. “Which both Cesar and Oscar would have been if he hadn’t cut him off for not finishing the job.”

Monse only narrowed her eyes, your words seemingly falling to deaf ears. “It’s him or us, (Y/N). Take your pick.”

“Cesar, he’s your brother.” You turned to him suddenly, causing his eyes to widen in shock. “Haven’t you got anything to say about this?”

“Yeah, Cesar, haven’t you?” Monse agreed, turning to look at him too, and he looked between you nervously for a moment, before wiping his face free of emotion and stopping to look at you.

He shook his head. “He’s the reason my dad left. The reason for everything bad that’s ever happened to me.” He told you. “He’s not a good person, (Y/N). He’s going to end up hurting you like he hurts everyone else.”

While Monse’s face turned up into a contented, smug smirk, you could feel your vision turning red and your blood bubbling with anger.

“You should be ashamed of yourself. Do you have any idea how much he’s sacrificed for your sake?” You spat at your boyfriend’s brother, before uncrossing your arms and shaking your head with defeat. “Fine. I can really see now why people my age have always advised me not to be friends with a bunch of kids. We’re clearly not on the same level of maturity.”

Without another word, you walked around them to pick your jacket up by the front door, beginning to put it on.

When you walked away from them, they, in turn, turned around to follow your every move with their eyes, the boys and Jasmine just standing back quietly and watching you and Monse yell at each other like the situation at hand was a game of table tennis.

“You would choose him over your best friends?” Monse asked with another scoff and you didn’t miss a beat, shaking your head at her while pulling your arms through the sleeves of your jacket.

“If you were really my best friends, you would have supported me in this like I’ve always supported you and not made me choose. I’ve never been any of you guys’ first choice, but I’ve always been his. You’re not my best friends, he is.”

A hurt look crossed over her face. “You walk through that door, we’re done.”

Tears were starting to build up in her eyes and you couldn’t really understand why she was reacting as severely as she was, but nevertheless, you only glared at her.

"I’d rather die than break his heart."

"He doesn’t even have one."

If looks could kill, Monse would have been staked, buried, dug up and then staked again for good measure at this point, nothing but pure fury showing behind your eyes.

"You would all be dead if he didn't.” You told her. “His heart is bigger than all of yours combined and after how many times he's glued the pieces back together all by himself, he doesn’t deserve to get it stabbed once more."

Her head shook. “You know he’s just gonna up and leave you once he gets tired of you, right?”

“Just because Cesar is a cheating piece of shit doesn’t mean his brother is, too.” You answered before you could stop yourself, and Cesar instantly perked up at the sound of his name, a glare crossing over his face.

“Hey!” He called, and you and Monse instantly turned to him with a glare each.

“Quiet!”

He quickly shrunk back into himself, wincing at your loud voices and looking down.

Monse turned back to look at you. “Where do you think he got it from, huh?” She asked you, not even caring that she was currently bashing her boyfriend right in front of him.

“Please, I don’t have to stand here and take relationship advice from a fifteen-year-old.” You just rolled your eyes, opening the front door and turning your back to them to leave.

“Fine!” She threw her arms out, taking a step back where she stood. “Go be a Santo slut then!”

You stopped in your tracks at the sound of her upsetting words, hearing both Jasmine and Jamal drawing in a gasp and turning around to see Cesar’s and Ruby’s eyes widely staring at Monse.

Her face instantly pulled into one of guilt when your eyes met, reality catching up with her and making her realize what she’d just said.

But you were as calm as ever as you stared back at her, face now wiped free of emotion and your eyes, as well.

“That’s a new low, even for you.” You said slowly. “Grow the fuck up.” A dry laugh left your lips, and then you turned back around and walked out the door.

“Don’t come crying to us when you get fucked over!” She yelled after you, but you were already gone, the door slamming shut behind you and the room turning silent.

“What’s wrong with y’all?” Jasmine was the first to speak after a good minute of awkward silence hanging in the air, causing them all to turn to look at her.

“What do you mean?” Ruby asked in a small voice and she briefly looked at him, before turning to look at Monse.

“That was fucked up, Monse.” She pointed out, her face full of disbelief. “(Y/N)’s never been anything but supportive of you. She drives you around every day, basically does all of your homework for you and always stands up for you when you’re not there and someone bad-talks you. You never tell her anything, always freeze her out, and she still hasn’t questioned your shady behavior once. She’s done nothing but be a good friend to you all and this is how you repay her? Not cool, guys.”

“If she was a good friend she wouldn’t have chosen him over us.” Monse tried defending her actions, crossing her arms over her chest.

But Jasmine wouldn’t have it, glaring at her. “No, if you were good friends, you wouldn’t have forced her to choose in the first place.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Ruby quickly defended himself, stepping up to his kinda-girlfriend.

She turned to him, looking down at him with furrowed eyebrows. “No, and that just makes it worse.” She agreed. “Come find me when you’ve got your morals figured out, okay, boo? I’m out.” She said, touching Ruby’s cheek before heading for the door you had just stormed out through.

The three friends were left alone and once again, a heavy silence fell over them. This time, Monse was the one to break the silence, turning to Jamal and holding her arms out.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, too. Whose side are you on?” She asked, and he instantly groaned dramatically.

“Do I have to pick?”

“YES!” She yelled, causing them all to jump where they stood.

“Fine!” He exclaimed back and threw his arms out. “Yes, she shouldn’t have kept it from us, but maybe, just maybe, she was a little bit right!”

“Elaborate.”

“We keep literally everything from her and Spooky isn’t that bad.” He shrugged. “He scares the shit out of me but he has protected us more times than we’d be able to count. She wasn’t lying about that.”

Monse narrowed her eyes, but before she or anyone else got the chance to say something else, Cesar’s phone suddenly started ringing in his pocket, causing them all to turn their attention away from the fight and to him.

They watched as he picked the ringing smartphone up from his pocket, frowning at the unfamiliar number lighting up the screen. Still, he shrugged and swiped the green phone icon, putting the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Who is it?” Jamal wasted no time in asking as the nosy boy he was, and Cesar looked up to meet their eyes with a shocked expression crossing his face.

“It’s my dad.”

After the fiasco with Monse and the boys, you headed straight for Oscar’s house, hands clenched into fists at your sides and desperate to vent to the man who had been there to take care of you when you had been too busy taking care of everyone else around you.

But just your luck, he hadn’t been home, the red Impala nowhere in sight and, of course, he’d chosen this day out of all days to lock up after himself, something he never did anyways no matter how many times you told him to.

So you were stuck on the porch, occupying yourself with playing Subway Surf for the first time in probably over three years.

But you weren’t complaining. Despite everything that had just gone down, you felt content now that you were finally able to sit in the sun, happily sitting there for well over half an hour before the sound of the familiar engine and hip hop music reached your ears from down the street.

You spotted the red Impala instantly, following it with your gaze as it drove past the house and pulled up in the driveway, Oscar and his Santos piling out once it was parked and the music had died down.

Sad Eyes was the first one to spot you and you offered him a small wave and smile, watching as he nodded back at you before alerting Oscar, who was still doing something inside the car.

He immediately looked up to meet your gaze through the rolled down car window, and he wasted no time in getting out, slamming the car door shut behind him.

As he began approaching you where you sat, you exited the game on your phone and locked it, putting it back into your pocket just as Oscar reached you, the Santos busying themselves over by the sofa and weights to give you some privacy.

“Where you been?” He asked you as he came up to you, nodding his head once. “I’ve been calling you.”

You stood up, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “Yeah, I know.” You smiled sadly at him, and he instantly noticed something was up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching his arms out to pull you into his chest.

Your hands left your pockets at that, your arms instead wrapping around his torso while he took your face in one of his hands, the other resting at the curve of your waist.

“They found out.” You muttered back, leaning into his touch when he swiped his thumb over your cheek.

“And?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the childishness of it. “They made me chose between you and them.” You answered, and he snorted, obviously finding it as amusing as it, in reality, was. You just couldn’t help but feel sad about it.

“Cesar, too?” He questioned, and you nodded.

“Yup.”

“And you chose me?”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” You raised an eyebrow.

A smile rose to his lips, his hand sliding a bit further down. Not enough to fully grope you, but just enough to show you he was being cheeky.

“Why?” He asked, pressing his lips to the corner of your lip lightly.

You couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. “Because true friends worth my while wouldn’t have made me choose in the first place.” You hummed, getting lost in his touch and momentarily forgetting what you were even talking about.

“I know for a fact you wouldn’t have.” You added with a scoff, coming back to reality and turning sour again.

He hummed, brushing your hair away from your shoulder and leaning you back against the wall of the porch. “What did they say?” He asked, and you started thinking back to the conflict you had suffered through half an hour ago, all while letting him kiss your neck and feel you up.

“They called me a traitor, but they mostly said shit about you.”

“Like what?” He suddenly stopped, bringing his head up from your neck to look at you.

“Oh, you know, just the usual.” You drawled. “How you’ve fucked up Cesar’s and all of their lives, put them in danger, that you’re dangerous for me and that you will hurt me.”

“What else?”

“That’s it.”

“I know you, mamas.” He looked at you fondly, not in the slightest affected about what his brother and his friends had said about him; all his focus was on you. “I can see when you’re lying.”

You broke your gaze from his and averted it to the side, swallowing. But Oscar was quick, catching your chin with his hand and turning your head back so that he could look you in the eyes.

He raised an eyebrow at you and you sighed, rolling your eyes once more. “Monse called me a Santo slut.” You said, and quickly continued. “But it’s fine! I’m used to her poor impulse control at this point. I know she didn’t mean it, and I’m aware enough of my own worth to know it’s not true.”

His eyes turned cold, all emotion falling from his face. He pushed himself away from you and brought a hand up to his face, pulling it over his mouth and chin before turning around.

You quickly jumped into action, shooting your hand out and catching his wrist before he could get anywhere. "Hey, where are you going?"

Turning back around to face you, he gave you another nod, his face now pulled into a glare. "To give those little shits a piece of my mind." He said, Spanish accent thick with anger.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his torso to hold him in place. "No, baby, murder is illegal, remember?” You attempted to joke, but his face didn’t betray any emotion.

“Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?”

“That’s called a threat.”

He pulled his hand over his mouth again, but made no more move to walk away, placing his hands back on your waist and leaning his head back down to yours. “You’ve done nothing but help Cesar and those other putas, especially Monse.” He spat. “You don’t deserve that kind of shit.”

“I know I don’t.” You agreed. “Which is exactly why I came here.”

You put on a smile, grabbing his face in your hands and pulling him in for a kiss without another word.

You were still pissed about your fight with Monse, but you knew them well enough to know that they would drop their childish stubbornness and come around sooner or later. They always did whenever you would tell them off.

Oscar pulled you tighter against him, hands sliding down to grab your ass in his hands, giving you a good squeeze.

You chuckled against his lips when Sad Eyes yelled out a crude comment, the other Santos following shortly behind.

When you pulled apart, Oscar pulled you into his arms, your cheek pressing against his chest and his face burying in your hair. “I would never do anything to hurt you.” He mumbled into your hair while holding you close. “I hope that you know that, mamas.”

“Of course, I do.” You agreed, hugging him back. “Don’t let it get to you. They’re just kids.”

When you said those words out loud, it really dawned on you that it was the actual truth, that it was your reality.

You were a nineteen-year-old hanging out with a bunch of fifteen-year-olds every day, playing babysitter and personal butler in exchange for little to no gratefulness.

You were certain that they would come around once their, or more specifically, Monse’s, anger died down, but this time, when this happened, you needed to set some boundaries and make some changes.

You spent the rest of your afternoon with Oscar and his Santos outside on the lawn, laughing and feeling as safe as ever in your boyfriend’s arms.

Meanwhile, the kids were beginning to come to their senses back at Ruby’s house after Cesar’s call with his dad, in which he had told his youngest son that him leaving had nothing to do with Oscar and that he ought to show his older brother some more respect.

They were finally beginning to understand how badly they had treated you and how much they had taken you for granted this entire time and Monse felt worse than anyone, guilt eating her up from the inside.

So after talking themselves together, they headed out for the place they just knew you would be at.

By the time they walked up in front of the Diaz residence, most of the other Santos had gone home or out to do God knows what, leaving only you, Oscar, Sad Eyes and two other Santos on his porch.

Oscar was sitting on the wall, smoking a cigarette with his arm slung over your shoulder where you stood leaned between his legs, talking to him and Sad Eyes.

The kids watched as all of them laughed at something you said, Oscar looking down at you with a look they’d never seen on his face before.

"He's laughing." Monse pointed out from the other side of the street, watching yours and Oscar’s exchanged with sad eyes. “I’ve never seen him laugh like that before.”

“Well, I have.” Cesar told them, smiling faintly as he watched his older brother brush a strand of hair out of your face when you looked up at him. “And that’s sincere.”

Ruby sighed, watching the scene unfold alongside his friends. “She was really right, huh?” He asked. “He cares about her.”

“Looks like it, yeah.” Jamal agreed, not even half as depressed as the rest of them since he hadn’t partaken in the argument at all, his conscience free. “Let’s go before his happy mood falters.” He added simply, before starting to walk over the road, forcing the others to follow.

Oscar was the first one to notice them approaching, softly moving you out of the way so that he could get down from the wall and stand next to you.

He threw his cigarette on the grass and only then, you noticed them approaching. Your eyes met Monse’s immediately, but before you could say anything, Oscar walked to meet them in the middle, speaking for you.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage for one day?” His stern voice sounded, silencing any previous conversation.

While Sad Eyes signaled for the other Santos to go inside, them following him without any protest, you followed Oscar to meet the kids on the lawn.

“We came to apologize.” Monse was the one to speak, staring straight at the infamous Spooky with little to no fear in her eyes.

Her gaze shifted to you, and your face instantly turned stern. “I’m not the one you owe an apology.” You told them all, and Ruby instantly shrunk back into himself.

“What did you tell him?” He asked, and before you could answer, Oscar spoke up for you for the second time.

“All of it.”

Jamal and Ruby exchanged a look.

“We’re sorry we talked bad about you, Mr. Spooky, sir.” Jamal was the first one to apologize. “We’re very grateful for everything you and the Santos do to keep the neighborhood safe.”

“Yeah, we’re sorry.” Ruby agreed, nodding his head.

Your eyebrows rose, not being able to comprehend why they were the ones to apologize when they hadn’t been the ones talking the biggest.

Oscar knew this of course, but he didn’t care about himself at this moment, he only cared about you.

He reached a hand up to squeeze your shoulder, turning to nod at Monse. “Your turn, chica.” He glowered at her, silently motioning towards you with his head.

She swallowed, and looked at you nervously. “Can we do this without an audience?” She asked, her voice small and her hands twisting together in front of her.

You wasted no time in nodding, but before you could tell them to go away, Cesar stepped up and looked at his brother with an equally as guilty look. “Can we talk, mano?”

Oscar gave him a once over, but nodded, wordlessly walking toward the porch, leaving you to look at Jamal and Ruby.

The former nodded his head, taking the latter under his arm. “Alright, I can tell when I’m not wanted.” He spoke playfully, before leading Ruby over to the side and leaving you and Monse alone to talk.

You could still feel their eyes burning holes into the side of your face, but now that they were out of earshot, Monse sighed, looking down briefly before looking back up to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry for everything I said.” She apologized sadly. “I didn’t mean any of it. You’re not a Santo slut, you’re…”

She trailed off, looking unsure of herself, but you patiently waited, listening as she sighed again and watching her kick her foot nervously while looking to the side. “You’re like my sister. I got so attached to you when you were there for me through everything with Cesar and my mom and I just- I felt like I was losing you, I guess. It’s silly.”

All the previous annoyance melted right off when hearing her words and your head automatically shook.

“If that’s how you feel, then it’s not silly.” You disagreed, causing her eyes to flicker back up to yours. “I wouldn’t leave you, never. Me being with Oscar would never come in the way of me being there for you. You know I see you like my little sister.”

She brought her hand up to hold her arm, looking down to the ground guiltily, so you did the only thing you could think of, reaching out to grab her shoulder and pull her into an embrace.

Her arms instantly wrapped around your waist, her cheek leaning on your shoulder. “I’m sorry for always taking you for granted.” She mumbled. “I was so caught up thinking about myself that I never really realized just how much you’ve been there for me.”

“And I’m sorry, too.” You mumbled back, pressing your cheek against her head. “For keeping this all from you and yelling at you, and all that.”

She squeezed you tighter, holding the embrace for another moment, before breaking apart and smiling at you, reaching her hand out. “Friends?”

Her smile was contagious, causing an identical one to spread across your lips. “Best friends.” You agreed, grabbing her hand in yours and giving it a shake.

“But with all due respect, all of this made me realize it’s high time that I start hanging out with people my own age.” You quickly added, and she laughed, nodding her head.

“That’s fair. I get it.” She agreed. “But we’ll still have our Saturday movie nights, though, right?”

“Duh.” You answered, and before either of you could say anything else, Jamal and Ruby shuffled back over, the latter still stuck under the former’s arm.

“Is everything cool? Are we all friends again?” Jamal quickly asked, looking between you. “You were smiling so we just thought-”

“Yeah, everything’s good.” Monse interrupted him with a smile.

You took her under your arm. “Come on.” You told them, beginning to lead her towards the house where Oscar and Cesar were now hugging it out, too, Jamal and Ruby trailing behind you.

The brothers broke apart when they heard you approaching and you instantly looked to the youngest of them, offering him an apologetic smile. “Hey, I’m sorry for going off at you earlier.” You said and he wasted no time in shaking his head.

“Nah, it’s cool. I deserved it.”

“What did you say to him?” Oscar asked, raising an eyebrow and looking between the two of you.

Jamal quickly took the wheel, stepping forward with an excessively excited expression on his face. “She called him a cheating piece of shit. It was awesome.” He rushed out in one breath.

Cesar looked to the side awkwardly as he was once again reminded of his fuck-up. “Yeah, thanks.” He chuckled.

Oscar chuckled with him, giving you a smirk. “Damn, mami. You did my mano dirty, huh?”

“She was defending you, I had it coming.” Cesar offered you a smile, and you smiled back.

Realizing the conversation was over, Oscar took it upon himself to change the subject, nodding at the teenagers in front of him.

“You gamberros hungry?” He asked, and all of them instantly turned nervous under his intimidating stare.

But still, Ruby and Jamal looked at each other and shrugged, before looking back to the gang leader in front of them. “I could eat.” Ruby answered, and as everyone made some kind of sound of agreement, Oscar nodded his head back to the house.

“Vamos.” He told you, and without another word, he took his mano under his arm and started walking with him inside, none of you far behind and all of you content now that all was forgiven.

Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):

Mano - brother

Gamberros - troublemakers

Vamos - come on

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Trey Clover・Voice Lines

Additional Voice Lines: Star Send-Off Garments Event Card

School Uniform - R

Unlock Card “It’s important that you be cooperative if you want to get comfortable with this school. There’s no harm in listening to what the vice dorm leader says, don’t you think?”

Groovy “Watching you brings me back to when I was a new student.”

Home Setting “How are you feeling?”

Home Transitions “Something smells sweet? ...Oh, I baked a cake earlier. There might be some left if you run to the lounge right now.”

“Don’t Ace and Deuce ever annoy you? They’re not bad people, but they’re definitely an exhausting set of juniors.”

“Hahaha, it feels like you’re still nervous wearing your uniform. What? That’s not a bad thing. It’s innocent and endearing.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Hey, are you done with your classes for today? Don’t get too wild and bother the teachers, alright?”

Home Taps “Riddle has always stood out, ever since the moment he arrived here. It caused a huge fuss when he became dorm leader.”

“It’s important to study, but you’ll get nothing out of it if you work so hard that you make yourself sick. Taking it slow is the best thing you can do.”

“You should get dental exams just as often as your regular check-ups. Should I refer you to a recommended dentist?”

“If you want to know how to get along with your classmates, go ask Cater. He’s got a lot of friends.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m a little busy right now; could we do this later?”

PE Uniform - R

Unlock Card “Well, ‘easy does it,’ right? Getting too carried away isn’t a good thing.”

Groovy “You’re challenging me to a game of magift? Haha, alright. I’ll let you have a head start.”

Home Setting “Are you done warming up?”

Home Transitions “Ow... While we were in the middle of stretching, Lilia pushed my back down as hard as he could... I even told him to be gentle.”

“It’s really important that you exercise every once in a while and not just stay cooped up in your room. Well, I do understand not feeling up for it.”

“My glasses always get in the way when I’m playing sports... Maybe I should try contacts some time?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “I’m really not that fond of exercising... But, I’m not necessarily bad at it.”

Home Taps “I used to play soccer a lot in the past. My parents were always really insistent that ‘You need to be strong for making sweets!’”

“Coach Vargas kept yelling ‘Show me what you’ve really got!’ at me today. I wasn’t exactly trying not to put in effort, though.”

“Cater was very insistent that I tell him how to grow taller. I told him that I didn’t really know, but he’s not the type to take no for an answer.”

“I agree that Flying is an important course to take, but the truth is, I don’t like it that much... Keep that between us, alright?”

“Since you seem to have so much energy today, could you go buy some things for me?”

Lab Coat - SR

Unlock Card “This kind of work is more my speed. No need to worry; let me handle things.”

Groovy “Work steadily and carefully. That’s important for both when you’re experimenting and when you’re cooking.”

Home Setting “What do you want me to make?”

Home Transitions “Have you gotten used to our school yet? You won’t exactly find a library or a botanical garden as big as the ones we have anywhere else.”

“They grow herbs and fruits that are kind of unusual in the Botanical Garden. Don’t go around carelessly touching them, alright? It’d be dangerous if one turned out to be poisonous.”

“Deuce was begging on his knees for me to help him with his work... I have to applaud him for that enthusiasm.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Why don’t you stop by the science club if you’ve got the time? I think Rook would be happy to see you too.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “I made caramel yesterday with some leftover ingredients I had. Would you like some? I have so much.”

Home Taps “I like chemistry. It’s a lot more time-consuming than magic, but in turn the satisfaction you feel when you see the reactions is much stronger.”

“Err, where did I put my glasses... Oh, here they are. I’ve been misplacing them a lot lately.”

“Professor Crewel is sort of... intense, but his teaching style is very thorough. He helps us a lot with our club.”

“Cooking is one of the science club activities too. It counts as a type of chemistry, doesn’t it?”

“If you honestly just can’t sit still for a few minutes, I’m worried about how you’ll be in the future.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Watching you guys reminds me of my little siblings. They were always causing a racket; I never knew how to manage them. Hahaha.”

Ceremony Robes - SR

Unlock Card “If you don’t want to lose your head, then behave during the ceremony, alright?”

Groovy “C’mon, are you sure you should be here right now? You’ll be in trouble if you’re late to the ceremony.”

Home Setting “Let’s hope nothing bad happens today...”

Home Transitions “What? Ace was trying to ditch the ceremony? ...I see. Thank you for letting me know.”

“Should you be wandering around by yourself here? We’re relying on you to look after Grim, Prefect.”

“You want to take my picture? I’m not that comfortable with things like this... Cater, on the other hand, would be thrilled to take one with you.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Alright, there’s a lot I need to get done today. Come let me know if you’d like to help out with anything.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Standing in the Ramshackle Dorm in your ceremony robes is definitely... an interesting sight.”

Home Taps “I know people have conflicting opinions on this, but I don’t think there’s a more fitting dorm leader for Heartslabyul than Riddle.”

“Lilia seems so bombarded with work on ceremony days. Being Diasomnia’s vice dorm leader must be rough.”

“The Headmaster takes very good care of the apple tree in the courtyard. That reminds me, which do you like better: apple pie or tarte tatin?”

“I don’t know how I ended up with Cater; it just happened. When I’m with him, I don’t have to be careful about anything—it’s very comfortable.”

“It’s for your own good that you stay obedient during the ceremony. It’ll drag on forever if you make the Headmaster angry.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Riddle has everything put together, so there’s not really anything for me to do as the vice dorm leader. I’m kind of like a decoration.”

Dorm Uniform - SSR

Unlock Card “I was in the middle of painting the roses, but... I guess I can’t turn you away if you need something.”

“The preparations for our parties must always be perfect. But don’t worry about it; I’ll handle everything.”

Groovy “It’s stressful having so many difficult people around. Make sure that you be good, alright?”

Home Setting “There’s nothing better than wearing clothes you’re comfortable in.”

Home Transitions “Here’s a chew toy so that Grim can clean his teeth... ow, ow, ow! Alright, I’m sorry! I get it—he can brush his own teeth!”

“Cater, I swear. He ran out on his flamingo feeding duty again. I have to admit, that silver tongue of his really is impressive.”

“Not a single rose can be overlooked while we prepare for our tea parties. They can’t be pink, green, or aquamarine; they all have to be red.” ¹

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Tea parties and croquet matches are both special, traditional events in Heartslabyul. As the vice dorm leader, I have to work hard for them.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Are you coming to our next Unbirthday Party? I’d like to hear your opinion on a new tart I’ll be making.”

Home Taps “The fireworks we use for the Unbirthday Parties are... What? Isn’t it obvious that we’ll be ending the party with fireworks?”

“‘Why aren’t our rose corsages painted all the way?’ It’s supposed to represent the moral that ‘You must not forget to double-check everything.’”

“I like hats, so I have several of them. This is a special one I had custom-made to match our dorm uniform.”

“Riddle and Cater are both so demanding when it comes to decorating the tables. Who do they think is the one who has to do it all...?”

“Oh, I know we’re supposed to have our buttons done, but... My bad; I’m out of uniform.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “‘When do I get mad’? It’s true, I guess it doesn’t happen very often... But isn’t that a good thing? It’s not like you want to see me that way, right?”

Duo Magic Trey: Sometimes we gotta show everyone our senior pride, Cater! Cater: Anytime’s fine by me, Trey! ♪

Birthday Celebration Outfit - SSR

This card was only obtainable during Trey’s birthday event (Oct 23 - Oct 29, 2020).

Login on Birthday “Haha, I’m kind of getting embarrassed. Thank you. According to the rules of the Queen of Hearts, you’re allowed to be selfish about anything on your birthday. So what should I ask you to do...? Oi oi, don’t get so tense. Wasn’t it obvious I was joking?”

Unlock Card “I’m glad that you’re all celebrating for me, but I think I’m better suited for being on the party planning side.”

“Today’s my birthday, huh...? I’d want to spend it as quietly as I can, but that’s impossible knowing this school. Honestly...”

Groovy “It’s actually kind of nice seeing you celebrate for me so passionately. I had fun thanks to you.”

Home Setting “I feel like this outfit makes me look like a birthday cake.”

Home Transitions “When you eat sweets at a party, make sure to brush your teeth thoroughly that night. That’s not one of the Queen’s rules, but I recommend it.”

“I used to bake the cakes for my little siblings’ birthdays when I was back home. I would burn them a lot when I first started making them.”

“Rook gave me a hat with a posh feather in it. ...What outfit would go well with this?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “You remembered my birthday? Thank you. Let’s enjoy the party without going too over-the-top.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Now, since it’s my birthday, what should I ask you to do...? Don’t get so tense; I’m just joking. Just wishing me a happy birthday is enough.”

Home Taps “Cater and Riddle told me that I’m banned from entering the kitchen today. Am I really that predictable?”

“Lilia from my class told me that he used to get excited for his first 50 birthdays, too... What a weird joke.”

“Ace and Deuce asked me what I wanted for my birthday... and so I told them ‘juniors who actually listen to their seniors.’”

“Earlier, Chenya randomly showed up, said nothing but ‘Happy birthday,’ and vanished. He’s always so unpredictable.”

“This brooch’s design looks like rose vines in the shape of a club. Do you want to see? I could take it off and show you.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “I drink my favorite tea every year on my birthday. If you’d like, I could pour you a cup too.”

Duo Magic Trey: Oh, you came to celebrate too, Ace? Ace: As always, thank you, Trey!

Tutorial “We have to go soon. Or we’ll lose our heads.”

Lv Up “Haha, leaning on others for help sometimes is nice.”

“This wouldn’t have happened without you working so hard with me.”

“Yeah, I’m feeling really confident about this.”

Max Lv Up “I don’t want to let my juniors see the sides of myself I’m not proud of. That’s why I tried so hard.”

Episode Lv Up “I have a lot fun being with you. ...Hm? ‘That sounds like a lie’? What could I say to make you believe me?”

Magic Lv Up “My magic has gotten stronger than it was before. This is the result of the intensive training we’ve done together.”

Limit Break “I know this doesn’t sound like me, but... I want to try seeing how far I can go. Would you like to join me?”

Groovy “I’m happy to know even I still have room for improvement.”

Lesson Select “You seem kind of sleepy. I won’t wake you up if you fall asleep in the middle of class.”

“It’d be nice if our first-years here were just as dedicated to their studies as you are...”

“My best subject? I guess I’d have to say Alchemy... but I’m pretty average with everything.”

Lesson Start “Alright, time to focus.”

Lesson End “Good job today; let’s keep this up next time.”

Battle Start “I don’t really want to have to get violent...”

Battle End “I’m not that good at getting fired up about things.”

Other

Profile Quote “Sorry, but would you mind helping me paint the roses red?”

January 2020 Trailer “Whoa there! Be careful not to plant any white roses by mistake.”

Countdown Poster “Perfect timing! Would you mind helping me paint the roses red?”

Player Birthday Wish “Happy birthday. I went all out baking a special birthday cake for today. Now, what exactly is ‘special’ about it... you’ll see once you eat it. Everyone’s waiting for us. Let’s go.”

Valentine’s Gift Letter (2021)

These letters were originally in English. I didn’t translate or edit them in any way. They came with official merch from Aniplex, and are not present in-game.

Hey you, Thanks for the gift. I didn’t expect anything from you, so you kind of surprised me. Now what should I give in return… I don’t want to give you something you don’t like, so please tell me: Is there anything you want? If there is, I’ll try to find it for you! Hope you have a great one!

1. They can’t be pink, green, or aquamarine

This references a line from “Painting the Roses Red”

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #voice lines

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rreeaahh · 4 years ago

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“I told your brother I have all the luck I need” | Oliver Wood - pt. 1

pairing: oliver wood x reader

word count: 2,562

summary: being Harry’s older sister, Y/N can’t let him do whatever he pleases. she takes care of him maybe a little too much, but she knows what’s better for her brother, and nothing can change her mind. or maybe...

a/n: I’m really nervous writing this because I want it to be perfect. Please, let me know if there are any mistakes. This one is for @alwaysnforeverfangirl , who gave me the bright idea<3

warnings: none, i think.

“You don’t get it, Y/N, I’m the youngest Quidditch player in a century! Professor McGonagall and Oliver Wood said I’m pure talent!”, said Harry again, even more excited than the last time.

“And I said I’m proud of you, Harry”, but actually you didn’t pay that much attention to your little brother. Your Potions’ homework was a hell, as usual, and you needed to be fully focused on it.

“Could you at least pretend that you really are proud, as you say? You didn’t stop reading since I came here and it’s annoying.”

“Sorry, mate, I guess you’re right”, sighing, you pushed away your parchment just for a moment, to talk to your brother. He was very happy to have your attention, even for a bit, so he could tell you everything again.

He told you how he got back the Rememberall from Draco Malfoy, the boy who was a little bully in your eyes, and how Professor McGonagall presented him to Oliver Wood, the Captain of the Griffindor Quidditch Team. He was speaking with such an enthusiasm, which made you feel a bit sad because of your thoughts.

“That’s cool, mate, really cool”, you whispered while paying attention again to your notes. Playing with your quill and bitting your lower lip, you gave Harry the impression that something was wrong.

“What is it, Y/N?”, he asked tilting his head so he could make eye contact with you. He knew you too well so it was hard to lie him in the face.

Again, you let down your qill and looked him in the eyes with a serious expression.

“I don’t want you to play Quidditch yet, Harry.”

“You don’t?”, shouted Harry, gaining an ugly look from Madam Pince. You muttered an apologize and focused back on Harry, who seemed angry and sad at the same time. “But you said you’re proud of me, what happened?”

“Quidditch is a dangerous game, Harry, and I don’t think you should play this year. Maybe next year, or in your third year, or never at all”, you said the last part for yourself, but you knew he heard you. “And, besides, you just started your Flying lessons, you need more practice.”

“But Oliver said I’m good enough, I already told you, Y/N. Why can’t you just trust me? I’ll be fine, I promise”, giving you his famous puppy eyes, you got upset. He knew you couldn’t resist them, but that was a serious situation. “You worry way too much, Y/N!”

“That’s not true!” This time, the ugly look from Madam Pince was for you, so you bitten your cheek. “Look, Harry, you’re distracting me from something really important. I made my decision, so stop bothering me, please.”

“Yes, Potter, stop bothering your sister.” You looked annoyed behind you and you tensed up a little when you saw Oliver with some books in his hands, smiling at Harry. “Your sister is very busy, and I think you should train for Quidditch, instead.”

His hair was messy but he still looked perfect in his uniform. Even if you weren’t a big fan of Quidditch, you couldn’t deny how good looking was the Captain of Gryffindors. Being a third year, you didn’t have any hope for him to actually see you, but he knew you were Harry’s sister. Actually, that’s how a lot of people knew you – being the older sibling of The Chosen One wasn’t fun, because you felt even more pressure on you to protect Harry, no matter how upset he would be about that. Later, he’ll thank you for looking after him.

“Yeah, I would do that but my very busy sister doesn’t agree with my position in the team, so I guess you need to look for another Seeker.”

Oliver’s facial expression changed suddenly but he put another smile on as quick as possible.

“Is that so?”, he asked you with a little amusement in his voice.

Putting yourself together, you gave him the same smile in return. “Rough game, Quidditch. And you know that better than anyone, Wood.”

“Rough, indeed, but also noble”, and before you could say something, he continued “And I know that better than anyone, Potter.”

You wanted to play it cool but, in fact, your crush was talking to you and he was smiling while doing it.

“Potter, let me alone with your sister”, Oliver asked Harry politely while letting his books rest on your table. “Maybe I can change her mind.”

“I have to meet Ron in the common room, anyway. I wish you good luck, Oliver.” Harry got up and looked at you for the last time, hope in his eyes, and than looked back at Oliver when he started speaking.

“I guess I already have all the luck I need, but thanks Potter”, Oliver smiled again and winked slightly at you. “Now go, I’m sure your friend is waiting for you.”

After Harry was gone you sighed and grabbed your quill again, pretending to study your notes. Oliver sat down in front of you, where Harry was sitting a moment ago, and he was staring at you.

“I’m not changing my mind, Wood”, you said without looking at him. A part of you knew you would became weak if you made eye contact with him. That happened at every Quidditch match you were forced to attend and you saw him playing. He was talented and passionate about this sport, but he also got hurt badly on his first match.

“I guess you already know that Professor McGonagall herself suggested that your brother would be a perfect Seeker.”

“Yes, I know, but I don’t agree with her. Harry is too young and he needs to pay attention to his classes”. You started to make doodles in the corner of a parchment, thinking how his brown eyes were on you, on your movements.

“So you say I’m failing my classes.”

“I didn’t say that, Wood”, you told him quickly, looking at him for the first time since he sat down. And, as you thought, he was looking at you too. “I said that my brother needs to pay attention to things that are more important than Quidditch, because yes, Mr. Captain, there are things more important than this game.”

Just after you finished your sentence you realized your sassy tone. You blushed a little so you put your head in your hands, hoping that Oliver didn’t see it – but after his giggle, you weren’t so sure.

“Stubborn one, I like it”, he said leaning on his elbows and getting a little closer. “You would be a great Quidditch player too, Potter – stubborn, determinated, focused on your goals; how about you giving this useless game a try?”

“I’ll pass, thank you very much”, you frowned at him slightly. You had a lot of things going on and playing a sport didn’t sound like something for you at all. “I don’t wanna be impolite, Wood, but I didn’t ask Harry to go away so you could take his place and distract me from my homework.”

“Of course, I’m sorry, Potter. I’ll let you finish your…”, he looked in your notes, squinted his nose and continued “Potions essay, if that’s what you want.” Getting up he smiled at you again and took his books. “But I hope you won’t pass my invitation to The Three Broomsticks this weekend. I can be stubborn too, Potter, and our discussion about your brother’s place in my team isn’t finished yet.”

You didn’t realized his words, they sound unreal. He asked to talk to you again, at The Three Broomsticks in two days. Clearing your throat, you forced a smile at him.

“I’ll think about that, but don’t hope for another answer.”

He laughed and said his goodbye, using your family name again.

“So you got a date with Oliver Wood?”

“Merlin’s beard, Hermione, you scared me”. The little girl apologized from her study table, which was in your left and smiled shyly.

“Sorry, Y/N, I could not stop myself from hearing your conversation.”

“It’s fine, ‘Mione, don’t worry. But I didn’t get a date with him”, and with that being said, you tried to focuse again on your homework, even if you lost all your ideas.

“You don’t want it to be a date?”, asked the girl again, now sitting at the same table as you. “Oliver’s nice and he seemed to be interested. He even complimented you.”

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Hermione was a sweet girl, even if Harry often talked to you about her and described her as an “annoying know-it-all”. She studied near you everyday in the library and sometimes she would recommend you books or even gossip with you about the teachers. She was fun for a first year.

“It’s not a date because his interest is me approving with Quidditch. Not like I could have a chance with him”, you laughed and looked to Hermione, who wasn’t so sure about your amusement.

“Why not?”, asked Hermione again, which made you sigh.

“You put a lot of questions, don’t you? He’s older than me and the Captain of a Quidditch team – and you know what I think about this game –”

“Dangerous game, I know, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance with him.”

“I’ve been in this school for three years, sweetheart, and all he’s interested in is Quidditch: nothing more, nothing less.”

Before she could say anything else you got up, took your things and waved her goodbye, leaving the library and heading to your dormitory, where you hoped to finally find the silence you needed to finish your essay.

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No matter how hard you were studying, you always felt dumb during Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall was talking she knew what and you tried to take notes about everything that seemed to be important – her entire speech, to be more precise. When she announced the end of her class you breathed with relief. All your classmates were leaving and you wanted to do the same, but McGonagall asked you to stay.

“How can I help you, Professor?” The concern in your voice was obvious, you couldn’t hide it, no matter how much you tried.

“You’re not helping me, Miss Potter, you’re helping the entire school. I guess your brother told you about the situation, so I don’t need to repeat it.”

Of course she wanted to talk about that! You started to feel a little angry but she was a teacher, so you needed to stay as calm as you could.

“Yes, I know the situation and I guess you already know my opinion.”

“I do, Mister Wood told me about your little discussion from yesterday. I want to assure you, Y/N, that Harry will be safe on the field.”

“Respectfully, but you can assure me about nothing, Professor. You can’t say if Harry will or will not get hurt while playing and I really like the idea of my brother being safe and alive.”

You didn’t expect McGonagall to understand your feelings. Harry was your world, entirely, and you wanted to protect him more than anything. Not wanting him to play Quidditch wasn’t the worst decision you made – and, in fact, Harry could do it, but he knew how mad you would be if he did something you told him not to. He always felt like he was doing something illegal when he stepped out of you words.

“I see. Well, I respect your decision, Miss Potter and all I can do it’s to congratulate you for being such a responsible sister. I’m sure you take good care of your brother and make the right decisions.”

Not knowing what to say after that respons, you thanked McGonagall and left the Transfiguration class thinking about all this mess. Why didn’t anyone understand that you just want to keep him safe? After years of wipping his butt, feeding him and playing with him – all of this while helping your aunt around the house – you could take care of your little brother better than anyone.

“Well, well, Georgie, tell me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this Y/N Potter?”

“You’re right, Freddie, is the one and only Y/N Potter, leaving McGonagall’s class later than the rest.”

“I think she got herself in trouble, somehow. I didn’t know she can be a bad girl”, said Fred to his twin brother, ignoring your presence.

“Oh, no, mate, she can’t!”, laughed George and you started to feel angry again.

“Not in the mood, guys.”, you told them through your teeth as you walked between them to the Great Hall.

“Ah, what happened darling?”, asked Fred in a sweet tone, trying to warm you. He raised both his eyebrows when he saw the look on your face. “We have an angry Y/N, George, be careful.”

“I’m not angry!” you stopped in the middle of the corridor looking to them. Drawing air into your lungs you apologized and continued your walk.

“I expected to see you more happy, sweetheart, honestly.” George had a calm tonality, despite your previous shout. “We thought that Oliver’s invitation would make you really, really happy”

“What?”, the wonder was present in your question. Of course you knew what they were talking about, but how did they find out?

“Yes, we heard that Oliver asked you out, Y/N, and given your little crush on him-“

“-the crush that exist since forever-”, added Fred.

“-we thought you would be in cloud nine, love all over you”, finished George, putting his arm over your shoulders.

“How do you guys know?”

“Don’t be silly, darling”, spoke Fred again. “Oliver said that he’s excited to meet you Saturday in Hogsmeade.”

“He is?” you asked them again, surprised with the new information the twins were giving you.

“Of course, why wouldn’t he?” asked George while smiling down to you.

“But he is a little concerned about your answer, we heard you played hard to get but I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

“I didn’t play hard to get…”, you tried to explain them as you entered the Great Hall.

“Then you should let him know”, suggested George.

“But don’t sound too excited”, continued Fred and with that they left after smiling at you.

Oliver Wood wanted to take you on a date. The fifth year boy you had a crush on since your first year asked you on a date. The famous Quidditch player asked you on a date. You didn’t realized you didn’t move from where the twins left you just after Harry called your name out loud, waving at you.

You started walking but instead of going to your little brother, you continued to walk toward the end of the Gryffindors’ table, where Oliver Wood was eating his lunch in the company of his friends and teammates.

“Hey, Wood”, you called him confident, staying a few steps away from him.

“Potter”, he answered with a smile on the side of his mouth. “How could I help you?”

“I only wanted to tell you that tomorrow’s gonna be a great day, sunny and warm. I think about drinking a Butterbeer.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing, Potter.”

“Good for you”, you said and you started to walk away, going to your seat.

“I told your brother I have all the luck I need!”, he shouted behind you.

“We’ll see, Wood. We’ll see.”

a/n: jeez, i can’t tell you guys how much fun i actually had writing this one. it’s the firts part, i think i’ll add another one or even two, depending on how i continue to write. i hope you enjoyed reading this one<3.

#harry potter #oliver wood #fred weasley #georgeweasley #hermione granger #ron weasley fanfiction #hpfanfic #oliverxreader #slytherin #griffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #hogwarts #magic #love #quidditch #y/n #oliver x y/n

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pillowfluffs · 4 years ago

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Surprises!Jeno

Pairing: Jeno X Reader (female)

Genre: Bad Boy?AU, fluff, college!AU

Summary: While attending a party you didn’t even want to go to, you wake up in a place far better than the party.

Author’s Note: I litrally wrote this in 6 hours and i vlogged parts of it for @mazey-chan and it feels so good to write again like I missed this. Anyways, I hope you all like this! Masterlist for more MX and NCT!

*Warning! Mentions of alcohol and implied use of drugs. Mentions of also reader being taken advantage of when barely conscious!*

“Do I really need to go?” You hesitantly took the clothes your friend had handed you as you sat on the edge of her bed comfortably wearing a school sweater and shorts.

“Yes! It’s your first ever college party as a first-year. I want you to meet some of my friends too!” She stood you up from her bed and pushed you toward her bathroom, making you try on the outfit she handed you, which you assumed looked similar to hers. She wore the typical high waisted leggings with the colorful crop top that showed off her waist very easily. F/N was a second year at S/N so you trusted her because you had known her since the beginning of high school. She inspired you when you first met to go here, but as she finished her testings and her senior year at high school, she began to loosen up a lot, showing more of her colors at fuller vibrancies. She had invited you out of the blue, specifically last night to come to this party with her, but you knew as a first-year and as yourself, it would be pretty awkward since you didn’t know anyone except F/N.

“F/N, I’m not really sure about this…” You spoke through the bathroom door.

“About what? The outfit? Does something not fit?” She called from her desk asks eh made final touches to her makeup.

“Just about everything - the outfit, the party... I’m not going to know anyone there and hey, you still haven’t told me where it even is.” You looked over yourself in the mirror.

“Don’t worry!” She said cooly, brushing away your worries. “And you know me! I’ll introduce you to everyone there! You’ll become so popular! Also, come out if you’re done! I wanna see.” Just seeing yourself in her clothes made you feel wrong, feel so exposed.

You opened the door, seeing her head suddenly turn towards you and a smile spread across her face. “Wow! Look at you! I’ve never seen you in such fitting clothes before!” As much as you loved her, you couldn’t help but cross your arms over your body, not wanting to be seen by anyone, even by her. “Who knew you had such a hot body, Y/N!” She whistled cooly before she pulled you to her desk. “Okay, one last touch.” She grabbed her brushes, but before she could apply anything to your face, you stopped her. “I don’t really want to go already, so could I not wear makeup?”

Sensing your uncomfort, she put down her brushes. “Fine, but maybe just a little lip tint? You can wipe it off whenever, but just please a little something?” She made puppy eyes at you, making you unable to deny her at least this much. After nodding and getting lip tint applied, the two of you were off. The campus was still vague to you but you knew some general areas. The campus was huge with the multiple sports stadiums and athletic facilities to the off-campus shopping centers right at the edge of the gates. Multiple apartment buildings were lined at the edge as well for students who didn’t want to pay the resident housing tuition, settling for a shared condo or apartment. As you began to walk off-campus, you couldn’t ignore the queasy feeling as you moved towards the houses, specifically, the sorority and frat houses. As the two of you turned the corner, a certain house caught your attention: you could hear the bass of the music already and it grew louder as the two of you approached it.

“Ah, I’m so excited, come on!” F/N pulled your hand, bringing you closer, making you regret not declining her invitation. Colorful lights shone through the curtains of the house as well as hoots and hollers of various people in the backyard doing whatever. Entering the house, music blared against your ears. Various fumes of things floated around the house as soon as you entered and to say they were unpleasant would be an understatement. The house was quite filled with various people who you assumed went to school as well. Red solo cups were seen everywhere your eyes went and soon you found yourself looking for F/N.

It was as if she disappeared into thin air. You suddenly felt a body press against your back, feeling hot skin against your exposed self. “Hey there, wanna go upstairs?” A guy wrapped his arms around you as his hands felt your waist, feeling up your body.

“Please don’t touch me.” You turned to face him, backing away until you bumped into a couple of girls you didn’t know. They shot you a glare before they turned back to the dance, pressing themselves up against other guys, some shirtless for some reason.

“There you are!” You felt a hand grab your wrist and turned to luckily find F/N. She held some guy’s hand while the other held a solo cup. He wore tropical shorts with a tropical shirt buttoned a bit too low. “Hey!” She turned to the guy. “This is Y/N, my friend I told you about!” She yelled into his ear over the music.

“Hey, nice to meet you.” He shook your hand, but you felt his eyes looking up and down your body, making you squirm in your skin.

“Yeah…” You took your hand back, crossing your arms over your chest, wishing you were back at your dorm.

“Y/N, this is my boyfriend! Do you want anything to drink, by the way?”

“I’m good. I don’t really drink at all… Plus I can’t…”

“Right. Let me show you around.” She released her boyfriend’s hand and took yours instead, leading you through the crowd to whoever she found first, but you couldn’t get the look her boyfriend gave you as he watched you walk away with his eyes wandering your body.

Throughout the night, she first began to introduce you to whoever she found in the crowd, but as she introduced more and more people, you realized they were people you would never actually get along with or become actual friends. They were all older and you were hoping to come to S/N and meeting people your age.

As it got later and later, some people began to leave but others came late as well, making it seem like this party would never end. F/N was nowhere to be seen, but you were honestly relieved since she had begun to play certain games that you wanted no part in at all. But it also worried you for her safety and for your sake since you were going to spend the night in her dorm. You had a rough map of the first level of the house in your mind and you marked off the kitchen as one of the places where you shouldn’t go as people gathered around the table, letting loose through the use of a certain plant being passed around. You honestly didn’t really know where to go except for one of the “quieter” areas where people just sat or stood around, and the music was still loud, but just a little bit quieter.

You sat in one of the cleaner looking chairs, distracting yourself on your phone, ignoring the people passed out sleeping on the ground, making out against the walls and on the couch, and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

“I really shouldn’t have come…” you thought to yourself as you imagined all the possible things you could have been doing instead tonight.

“Hey, you look like you could use a drink.” A guy appeared in front of you, handing you a cup. From what it seemed, it looked like he was the most dressed guy here.

“Sorry, but I don’t drink,” you said as you pushed away his offer.

“Well.” The guy said as he moved the leg of the passed out guy on the couch and sat beside you. “Lucky for the two of us, I don’t either. So don’t tell, but.” He leaned closer. “This is actually soda,” he whispered, holding both the cups up.

For the first time tonight, you showed a genuine smile and took the cup after he smiled. “I’m Brian.” He reached his hand out, shaking yours.

“I’m Y/N.”

The two of you sat there and talked, beginning to get to know each other, enjoying your sodas. As it got later, however, you could feel yourself get tired, feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier. You began to yawn trying to stay awake, listening to what he had to say until you flopped over the arm of the chair, barely conscious.

“Let me take you upstairs. You can sleep here tonight.” You heard Brian whisper in your ear. The room felt like it was spinning as he hoisted your body up from the chair, with one of your arms loosely around his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, Brian!” Some guys began to cheer him on as they watched him take you towards the stairs. He smiled brightly to them as if bringing you upstairs was an accomplishment.

The music drowned in your ears, feeling like everything was slowing down all around you. Suddenly, you were sat at the bottom of the stairs and you could hear the music soften a bit as well as some guys shouting.

“What do you think you’re doing to her?”

“Relax man, I was just trying to have a good time with her,” Brian smirked, only to realize he had made a mistake. The guy who held the collar of his shirt tightly gripped it even tighter, lifting him a bit off the ground. His eyes pierced into Brian’s even into the dim lights of the party and his tone had changed.

“Don’t you dare touch her. Ever again. She’s coming with me.”

“Listen, I’m sorry man. I didn’t know she was yours.” Brian stammered over his words as Jeno released his collar. He backed off immediately, returning to the party as he approached your nearly unconscious state as you sat dizzily on the stairs.

“Y/N? It’s me, Jeno.” He knelt before you, brushing your hair from your eyes, trying to see them. “I’m going to take you back? Okay?” His thumbs rubbed your cheeks as he tried to wake you up. “Y/N?” He was able to shake you awake for a brief moment.

“I’m going to-” he was cut off as you nodded, holding his arm as he held you. He could feel his anger rising within him as he tried to get you to your feet without hurting you and seeing the guys who cheered Brian on in his peripheral vision. He walked carefully, almost lifting your feet off the ground as he walked you to his car, sitting you in the front seat. As he buckled you in, he could see the goosebumps rising over your skin. From the backseat, he grabbed one of his sweaters, draping it over your shoulders, covering your body. He drove away from the house, from the party Jaemin had invited him to, only to show up late because of work. But now he wanted you to be safe and he wanted to take care of you.

He parked at the end of the block, feeding you water, hoping you regain consciousness. He looked around you, seeing no pockets or keys, except for your phone. He sighed as he started the car and drove back to his shared apartment with his roommates, Mark, and Renjun.

The drive wasn’t too long, only about ten minutes until he pulled into the parking lot, seeing the lights in the apartment on. He pulled out his phone as he walked over to the passenger side of the car where you were and called Mark,

“Hey, unlock and open the door for me.”

“Why? Don’t you have keys?” He heard Mark get up from wherever he was regardless.

“I do, but I can’t really use them right now, so just do it.” He said briefly before hanging up. He unbuckled the seatbelt and lifted you into his arms with his jacket still over you. He leaned your head against his shoulder as he carried you up the steps of the apartment until he reached the door where Mark stood. His mouth was agape when he saw Jeno turn the corner.

“Woah, what happened?” He closed the door as Jeno walked past him, holding you close. He set you down on the couch carefully as Renjun came out of the bathroom with his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Jeno,” he gasped. “Did you kill someone?” He covered his mouth jokingly, acting surprised.

“Very funny,” Jeno responded, fake laughing. “But no.” He sat on the edge of the coffee table and he leaned forward, brushing a few strands of your hair from your face.

“Wait, is this? Y/N? The one younger than us?” Mark asked as he walked around the coffee table, getting a better look. “Why is she here? What happened? I thought you were going to Jaemin’s party?”

“Y/N? As in the Y/N who Jeno always gets silent about when she’s mentioned, Y/N?” Renjun smirked as he nudged his shoulder playfully.

“Hush, Renjun and I were. As soon as I got there after work, I saw this guy try to take her upstairs but she was barely conscious. Pretty sure her drink was spiked.” He looked back at you.

“Did you beat the guy’s face in?” Mark genuinely asked out of curiosity.

“That would be such a Jeno type thing to do, especially since it was Y/N,” Renjun agreed, now standing behind Mark, leaning on his shoulder.

“...No,” Jeno responded, making Renjun gasp. “But I may have grabbed the guy’s collar tightly and mentally punched him multiple times in my head…” Jeno shied away, letting his voice get quieter and quieter as he spoke. He could still feel the anger and made a note to talk to Jaemin later about this Brian guy.

“I brought her back cause she didn’t have her key or anything except her phone on her.”

The two sat there, nodding along as they listened to Jeno. “Wow, who knew the cold Jeno could be so caring and soft?” Renjun shook his shoulders from behind.

“I know right. The one who would turn away other girls coldly yet everyone still falls for him. But wow, so you do have a heart when you care for someone,” Mark patted Jeno’s back as he headed to the kitchen.

“So you guys don’t mind that she spends the night? I’m gonna move her to my room and I’ll take the couch tonight.” Jeno asked as he watched his roommates prepare some ramen feast in the kitchen.

“Nah,” Mark responded as he cracked some eggs.

“Not at all. Just take her of her well,” Renjun added as he poured the ramen seasoning into the pot.

As the two began to cook, Jeno carried you to his bedroom where it was quieter and less chaotic. He removed your shoes, putting them at the edge of the bed and tucked you in beneath his covers, hoping you were comfortable. Jeno sat on the edge of the bed beside you, taking in your features. Deep down, it surprised him too how you were able to make him forget his words or what he was going to do next whenever you were nearby. But it was a surprise he got used to and a surprise he wanted to experience every single time with you. He stood from the bed as you slept soundly, breathing slowly, and grabbed his clothes, hopping into the shower.

The hot water covered his body as he showered, thinking back to how you had come into his life. He was a year older than you and from the end of elementary school, through middle school, to high school, the two of you had watched each other grow up. From his perspective, he was somehow attracted to you by some force he never knew. As he grew older, his heart began to harden and grow cold as he realized how cold the world really was, except when it came to you. He felt obligated to watch over you or to make sure you were okay, but as he moved on to college, he wasn’t able to see you every day.

But now that you were here, it felt like something to Jeno and he wanted to make sure you stayed in his life.

Jeno peeked once more into his bedroom, finding you now turned onto your side, still asleep. He joined Mark and Renjun in the living room as they ate their ramen feast, which then led to a gaming tournament.

“Jeno,” Renjun called from the couch as Jeno and Mark battled each other in their game.

“Hm?” He responded his eyes focused on the game.

“What exactly about Y/N makes you like freeze up?” He knew just bringing you up would make him falter- it was evident in the game as Mark was finally able to land some hits on Jeno’s character. “It seems like at times you just want to change the subject whenever she’s a topic of conversation, but at the same time, you don’t want the conversation to end?”

“Yeah, I’ve always been curious about that too,” Mark says with his eyes focused on the game.

As Jeno began to actually think about this question, Mark’s character began to catch up to Jeno’s character, leading to Mark’s victory as Jeno gave up and thought about you. “There’s… there’s just this feeling I get around her that I just want to… protect her? I don’t really know myself, it’s like an indescribably feeling, but just being around her feels nice…”

Renjun nodded, genuinely touched inside seeing Jeno actually have emotions and the capability to feel affection for someone. “You should ask her out. Who knows, maybe she feels the same way. I’m going to call it a night. I’ll do the dishes tomorrow. Goodnight guys,” Renjun says as he patted their shoulders heading off to his own room.

“I doubt she would want to go out with me. Plus it’s been a while since high school. I honestly didn’t know she was going to come to S/N of all places,” Jeno sighed as he put down the controller onto the TV stand, leaning back against the coffee table.

“You two didn’t keep in touch?” Mark asked as he did the same.

“Well, we sort of kept in touch in the beginning but I think from there, I began to drift cause of the process of getting here and from there, I just thought it would be awkward… I don’t really know,” Jeno sighed.

“Mm, well I agree with Renjun, and I think he��s right ‘cause you did save her from a total stranger at the party tonight and she’s safe.”

Jeno took their words into consideration and thought about how the two of you never really had any awkward or bad phases, but thinking about this now made him regret not reaching back out to you after that time. However, he didn’t want to risk losing you for good if he did take this chance.

“You should really shoot your shot, I think the result would surprise you too.” Jeno nodded in agreement, knowing he had some thinking to do tonight. “Alright, I’m going to call it a night, too,” Mark yawned. “Goodnight.”

“Night…” Jeno laid on the couch by himself, staring up into the ceiling as the light from the kitchen shined into the livingroom. Moments from the party, before and after, played in slow motion in his mind. The flame of anger sparked a bit when his memory went through the part when he walked through the door, seeing you being pulled up the stairs by some guy. He imagined all the things, at this point, he sort of wished he did and said to him. Moments of the few nights before when Jaemin had invited him flashed through his memory. If he hadn’t given in to Jaemin, or if Jaemin hadn’t egged him into going, who knows what could have happened to you. Honestly, as upset as he was about finding you there, he was relieved that he was able to bring you somewhere safe like Mark had said.

He sat up and got off the couch, and headed toward the kitchen, telling himself he was going to turn off the lights, but suddenly, his ajar door made him make a detour to his bedroom. You slept soundly as he approached quietly. You turned a bit as he stood beside the bed and he tucked you in for the last time tonight. He turned off the lamp and plugged your phone into the charger, shutting the door behind him as he finally turned off the kitchen light and laid on the couch. He pushed the thought of asking you out to another time into a corner of his mind.

Your mind began to spin as your sore, tired eyes began to flutter open. You slowly pushed yourself up on the soft bed, holding your head at the same time. Your jaw was clenched shut, hoping you wouldn’t throw up. You rubbed your hands on the soft bed, under the blankets and pillows looking for your phone, fortunately finding it charged on the nightstand beside the bed. “3:24 am” your phone read. No messages or any calls from F/N or anyone. You turned your legs, swinging them over the edge of the bed and slowly slid off, landing gently on your feet. You braced the bed as you slowly adjusted, taking it easy. “Where am I?” you thought to yourself as you wobbily walked across the room to the neatly organized desk. You turned on the flashlight of your phone, seeing if there was a way to find out where you were until something on the shelf above the desk caught your eye: a picture frame. You looked closely at the picture frame, adjusting your eyes to the sudden light and that’s when you knew where you were: Jeno’s room. “Where is he?” You turned back to the bed, finding no one else. You slowly walked out the bedroom door, making your way through the quiet and dark apartment.

As you approached the living room, you heard light snoring growing louder as you grew closer. You could see a little bit from the moon shining into the living room and that’s when you saw Jeno asleep on the couch. “Jeno?” You whispered as you knelt beside the couch. He seemed so peaceful asleep and you felt the pang of regret go through your chest, knowing you could have talked to him in the morning. “Sorry, you’re asleep…” you began to slowly get back up and make your way back to his bedroom when you felt a grasp at your hand.

“What is it? Are you okay?” Jeno sat up immediately as if he was awake already. He walked you to the kitchen, switching on the light, looking at you. “Is something wrong?”

“No! I just- I just wanted to know how and why I’m… here.” You said, feeling insecure as the uncomfortable feeling of eyes on you grew. You instinctively used your other arm to cover your bare waist as Jeno held your other hand.

Without missing a beat, Jeno walked back to his room, grabbing one of his long sleeves and handed it to you when he returned. You took it and wore it, making his heart flutter seeing you wearing his clothes. “Thanks…”

“Yep… Uh right, so I went to the party and when I got there, I saw this guy try to take you upstairs, so I set him straight and brought you back here instead…” Jeno pulled out a chair for you at the table and he sat at the adjacent side of the table. “Uh, do you want anything to drink?” Jeno suddenly stood back up, making his way to the cupboards.

“Could I have some water, please?” You asked.

“Yeah, of course.” He poured out some water for the two of you and sat back down in his seat. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to find the right thing to say.

“Honestly, I didn’t really want to go… My friend, F/N, she’s in your year, she wanted me to come along so I could make friends, but as soon as she gave me this outfit, I really didn’t want to go…” You said as you held the mug. “But thank you, Jeno, for being there tonight… I honestly don’t really know what I would have done or anything if Brian brought me upstairs…” You looked up, meeting his dark eyes which seemed to somehow shine even in this dim lighting. You gave him a sweet smile making him ball his fists beneath the table and making him scream mentally. It had been so long since the two of you actually talked.

“Jeno, I-”

“Y/N, ca-” The two of you cut each other off as the two of you began to speak, filling the silence. “You first,” Jeno responded.

“Sorry, I just wanted to say… that I missed you… I thought after your senior year, I wouldn’t get to see you again… But here we are,” you said as you tried to laugh it off.

“I missed you too,” he smiled sweetly as he took back his initial thoughts for now. “What made you come to S/N?” He asked changing the subject.

“Well… I’m going to tell you a secret,” you said as you scooched a little bit closer like you always did from when the two of you were young. “I told people I came here cause of F/N, but really… I hoped to see you again…” you felt the burning rush of adrenaline and slight embarrassment saying this out loud to the guy you had fallen for all those years ago.

Jeno was taken aback. He was absolutely speechless. “Does… Does this mean I can ask her?” “Really… wow. Uh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, this may be hard to believe too, but.” He moved even closer to before which was rare since he wasn’t the type to share many secrets in the first place with you. “I really hoped we could meet again one day too… Ever since we were young, whenever you were around, I honestly froze or didn’t know what to say and it surprised me, so will you be with me and continue surprising me?” He finally asked.

Now it was your turn to be taken aback. You looked into his eyes as if he had just told you he was a ghost or something. “I… yes.”

It didn’t seem like it on the outside, but Jeno’s heart did countless flips in his chest. He simply smiled and pulled you close into his arms, finally doing what he had always wanted to do.

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