#me and her ex just sat there. waiting until i finally decided to get out to comfort her sinxe he didn't even try

[caramelcoloredkiss]

hello! i saw ur post and im excited to read ur works so i decided to give u a request! hope u dont mind :3

m!reader who is really slim, not to the point he's unhealthy but just think of him having every girl's dream body, and then there's m!reader's bf who wants to see m!reader under all that baggy clothing but doesn't want to be too pushy so he waits until they finally decide to make love and the moment m!reader's bf sees such a heavenly sight, all he wants to mark him inside out!! kinks r up to u but i do would request creampie :3

First request from our lovely anon! Your wish is my command <3

"𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓉 ٭"

[OC!Malcom x Sub!Male reader]

"You were always avoiding the topic of sex when it came to your boyfriend, but being so stressed over the course of your semester. You just needed something to relieve stress. Luckily your boyfriend is just so happy to give it to you.

Contains: 18+ , sweet -> smutty, body worship, size difference, creampie, praise, insecure+anxiety filled!reader

Let me know if you have any feed back or criticism! Or just how you feel about this~

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If there were a man that knew how to make you feel loved, it was your boyfriend.

Malcom was infatuated by your very existance. The way you laughed, spoke, and moved— by God it was like you put a curse on him. The smell of your cologne and shampoo had filled his senses; he had always held you close like it was his last.

You knew his love was bigger than anything else, but it always caught you off guard whenever he said it so casually. How were you able to get your hands in a man that had the biggest heart in the world? You weren't so sure.

"It's so unfair!"

You had felt yourself flinch from the sudden declaration; it was your friend, who had been laying on the carpeted ground of the living room in your apartment. She had began to talk about her exe's while you both worked on a document for your college assignment, honestly if you didn't know any better— she probably only came here to vent about more of her failed relationships.

"You seriously wouldn't believe it! The fucking asshole had the audacity to comment about my sex life! Like— if you want pussy that badly go to a prostitute! Or all the other fucking girls who you keep switching between every week!"

She huffed, pressing her face on the pillow she had taken from the sofa to muffle her uncontrollable yelling. Sofie had always been a bit easily agitated, but today was her last straw apparently.

"Why'd you even date him?"

You asked, pausing your typing on your laptop to lean back on the sofa while she rolled around on the floor, kicking her legs in the air. Your friend let out a sigh and took the pillow off her face, she looked extremely tired, did the situation really bother her that much?

"Look man.. He had good dick! But the asshole had something worth bragging and decided it was his whole personality! He was pretty big too so—"

Too much details!

"Okay stop! I don't wanna hear the details of you sex with him."

You shudder at the very thought of it, this girl was shameless, but she was your bestfriend so you couldn't complain about your choices.

"Whateverrr—"

Sofie sat up from the floor and stood up, heading towards your kitchen— your semi-kitchen anyways. She grabbed the caramel pudding that was stashed underneath, it was still so weird how she could just find the snacks Malcom buys you.

" anyways I probably shouldn't complain to you, not when your boyfriend was sent by God apparently. Seriously! He keeps buying you shit, my boyfriends couldn't even buy me flowers!"

"It's because he's nice to me, besides I buy him just as much the amount as he does for me."

Sofie teasingly rolled her eyes and peeled the packaging seal of the pudding, grabbing a spoon to eat.

"Mhm sure. Oh yeah— he dicked you down yet?"

You coughed out loud, choking in your own saliva; caught off guard by her words. Did this girl just wear no filter whenever you were around? Usually she was more shy with people.

"𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘦! Why are you so sex craved!?—"

"I am not! I just haven't heard much from you about yours, is he that bad?—"

"—well I wouldn't know! "

You both paused, sitting in silence. You didn't mean to say that—it was true but it didn't have to be said!

Closing your laptop, you put it besides you, theirs no way you could work under these way too personal questions.

"Oh, really? I heard Malcolm was pretty good. Did he not want to? Kinda fucked up if so." Sofie said, scooping a spoonful of pudding in the cup to shove in her mouth. Walking back to you to sit on the couch.

You shook your head, it wasn't like he didn't want to have sex with you. It was the fact that you were too scared to even show your body to him, you were slim, yeah it was almost every girls ideal body type— but you didn't even know if it was 𝘩𝘪𝘴. You were already in disbelief by the fact that he even reciprocated feelings for you, sex was the last thing that came into your mind.

But it didn't mean you could avoid the image of his muscular arms caging you while you layed helpless at his mercy, not mentioning the fact that he constantly walked around shirtless in your apartment— You fought your urges every day at that point.

"Well if not, I say you should, we already finished our exams you might as well get some relaxation in your life before our semester is over— we only have to submit a few of our projects left anyways."

You felt your cheeks burn, it was ridiculous. The thought of finally making love to him made you feel completely weak, you weren't even sure if he wanted to have sex with you.

"—He's probably been waiting for you to give permission or something."

You could only hope she was right.

This is embarrassing.

You layed on your bed for what felt like hours, waiting for him.

"Why is he taking so long? Ugh, I might throw up."

Sitting up, you moved from your bed to open your bed side cabinet— you had bought some lube and condoms from the store just a bit earlier, having to go to the counter to purchase the said items made you want to curl up into a ball, for fucks sakes—

Of course the cashier wasn't the only one to witness you buy them!

You were an adult.

You weren't supposed to be ashamed for buying them, or even about sex in general! But you were a virgin, someone who had stayed far away from any form of sexual intimacy for the sake of your own dignity— and now you were offering it to 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"Calm down, [Name]. If he doesn't want to that's fine, you can just cope with it and move on!"

You felt yourself shaking, dammit you felt pathetic. It wasn't your fault your mom wanted to keep you safe! Maybe this was a bad idea, if he didn't say anything then that probably meant he—

You felt a sudden pressure wrap around your waist, the figure burying it's nose at the crook of you neck.

"Hi baby.. I missed you.."

You made a quick reaction and closed your cabinet, praying he hadn't just seen what you prepared.

"M-Malcom! Hi— did your practice go well?"

Turning your body around to look at him, lifting his face off your neck—you gently caressed his face with incredible amounts of affection. While he had determinely locked his arms around your waist, seemingly needy for your touch.

"It was fine.. Took too long, it was a pain in the ass.. "

You nodded, as he leaned his face against your hand. Malcom had always been a bit clingy when he was exhausted— desperate to touch you and to feel his cold hands on your warm skin.

Malcom was beautiful, he had bronze skin that developed from all the times he bathed underneath the sun, and green eyes that just lit up every time he had something say. His hair was flawless, his sister had always taken care of it; dark brown and with a few strands of his hair framing his face— not to mention the mole underneath his lips. [Name] was desperate to see what else is underneath just his beauty, what would he look like when they were indulging in sinful acts, what would he whisper, what would he do.

—You wanted to know...

But, he looked so tired. Probably desperate to just lay in bed and cuddle, we're you really gonna be selfish enough to take that away from him? You didn't want that, so maybe it was alright to wait a bit longer.

"[Name], I heard from Sofie you wanted to talk to me about something.. "

Malcom whispered, pressing his lips against the palm of your hand while he looked down at you with half lidded eyes, not bothering to break eye contact.

Ah, so Sofie had been out to get you.

"Its— not important, you're probably exhausted right? Let's just go to bed—"

As you were about to pull away from his hold, he tightens his arms. Damn his muscular body!

Malcom was determined to get your words out of you, a tired Malcom wasn't easy to deal with.

"You know I don't like you lying to me, spit it out, hm?"

He kept his body firm and pressed you against his chest, he smelt good, he probably showered before coming here.

"I just— it's nothing."

Malcom sighed, giving you one last look of dissatisfaction. He let's go of your hug, which made you whine a bit, his body was warm! Before sitting down at the edge of your bed, pulling you by your arm to fall on his lap. Fuck, this wasn't the best position for someone who had just been craving to get fucked by the man in front of him. Your face was getting warmer and warmer each time he looked at you, this was gonna be hard.

"Please baby? I just wanna know what's botherin' you.. That's all."

He looked a bit sad, wrapping his arms around you waist once more to pull you closer to him, with your legs in between his hips. This man was seriously not helping you.

You let out a sigh, finally giving up on holding your ground. It wasn't like it was that strong anyways.

"I-Its just that, I noticed how we were both a bit stressed out during the semester.. And it made me think, we hadn't really done much to relieve ourselves... So I thought.. Maybe you wanted to.. "

"Make love?"

You blinked, his eyes were soft, but they looked crazed— like he had been waiting so long for this very moment. It honestly made you feel a bit nervous, you weren't prepared for the reaction he would give.

"Ah— yeah, I wanna make love to you, please.. I wanna feel you." You could die from over heating.

But that seemed to be the words he needed to hear, his lips pulling up to a soft smile.

"You could've just said so, I've been wanting for you.."

Before you could respond, he took your lips.

You held onto his bicep to avoid collapsing into his arms, reciprocating the heated kiss. Your abdomen felt like it was burning, just as you were desperately trying to taste every inch of his mouth. His tongue was dominating, sucking onto yours as your salivas was mixed with the messy kiss, occasional gasps and moans leaving your lips.

"Been waiting..so long— fuck."

"ah.. haa..Malcom—"

He pulled away, before returning for another serving, you could feel your head spin a bit. This much more intense your previous make out sessions.

You pull away this time, the string of saliva showing the previous connection of your lips. The illuminating lamp at the top of your cabinet was the only thing that lit up your otherwise pitch dark room. It has how you could see the look of hunger Malcom gave you, he didn't move his face any farther from just an inch, you could feel his hot breath hit your face. He pressed his lips on your right cheek, giving it a wet kiss before lowering his attention to you other half.

"You're so responsive.. [Name], strip for me, yeah? ."

"I-"

You couldn't believe this, when did Malcom become so blunt.

Despite your thoughts, you grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt, it was pretty big compared to you. If anything all of your clothes were to big for you, hiding your body unintentionally. So when you had pulled it off, Malcom stared. He looked so deeply enamored by how your body was made— how well it was made for him.

"You look so beautiful.. Such a pretty body, been hiding their away from for too long haven't you? [Name]."

He connected his lips to your neck, suckling at your skin as he licked and nipped the same spot, stopping and moving to the next. You let out small moans, which made you bite your lip to silence it, but Malcom didn't seem to appreciate it— pulling his lips away from your awfully sensitive skin.

"Don't do that, I wanna hear all you pretty sounds, I want everyone to know how good you feel.. "

You could only reluctantly nod, and let your whined moans strain— your throat from how intensely Malcom was sucking at your skin.

He lowered his attention each time he successful left a mark, using his calloused hands to rub the side of you waist, lowering his hand to squeeze your ass, which made you bite back a squeal.

"You're so cute [Name], wanna see all of you okay?"

You could only nod again, as he gently pulled you shorts down along with you briefs. Showing the obvious erection that had built up throughout the whole thing.

"Such a cute cock.. "

"H-Hey, stop saying embarrassing things.. "

Malcom let out a chuckle, as he kissed your jaw, letting your clothes fall on the floor. He lifts you up and lays your back on the bed as gently as he could, he supports himself on his knees while pulling his shirt off, throwing it carelessly on the floor along with the others.

"You are so fucking beautiful— [Name]"

He leans down to kiss your stomach, going back up to kiss you cheek. Why was he just so loving?

𝘖𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

"I-I bought lube, it's in the cabinet, s-so it'll be easier to..you know."

Malcom sat back up and reached his hand to slide open the cabinet.

"Came prepared huh, baby. Want we to stretch you out?"

"Y-Yeah.."

Malcom smiles, grabbing the tube of lube and squeezing a generous amount on his hand, spreading it throughout his fingers.

"Gonna slide it in okay?"

"O-okay"

He leans back down to hold you and just as he promised, he slid one of his finger in—fuck his finger was bigger than you thought.

"Hm.. You tried stretch yourself out.."

You nodded, burrying your face in his shoulder while he pumped his finger in and out of your hole.

"M' fingers weren't—ah!— e-enough.."

"You did good, I'll do the rest.."

You gasped and wrapped you hands around his torso, your nails piercing at his back, but he didn't seem to mind, only inserting a second finger in to thrust in your hole. The cold lube and his thick fingers were going to kill you, this was too much of a combination.

Malcom was a lot bigger than you thought, he was practically hiding your body from just how broad his shoulders were, not to mention the tent in his sweatpants weren't going unnoticed by just how— big it was..

"Aah—! f-fuck Mal— why are your fingers so big!?"

You screamed, feeling practically all three of his finger simultaneously out thrusting in and out of your hole. This was unfair, you were going to cum untouched at this point!

"You're just small, baby. S'not my fault you're so reactive.." He grinned, his canines displaying. This bastard!

"You—ahh!— wha—"

He hit your spot, and he didn't stop—curling his fingers to press your prostate, which just made you cry out a moan, your toes curling from the unexpected pleasure. This was too much.

He kept going, pumping his fingers and putting pressure on your prostate.

"M-Mal I'm gonna!—"

You came, squirts of white sticky cum came out the tip of your cock, you were holding on for so long. But Malcom looked satisfied, his smile never faltering as he kissed your tear filled eyes, licking away the salty water.

"You did so well baby, m' gonna fill you up now alright?—you look so pretty while cumming."

He pulled his fingers out of your hole, much to your disappointment. Malcom slid his sweatpants off along with his boxers, pumping his cock a few times before grabbing a pack of condom in your cabinet.

He was big, it was obvious, you knew it was going to be possible— but seeing it is leaving you speeches.

"Like what you see? It's all yours honey."

Malcom tears the condom with his teeth, it was hot. You weren't even going to lie about that, but seeing how he was rolling the condom on his cock made you feel dissapointed— you wanted to feel everything, his cock and his cum. You wanted to know how much he could shove inside you before it was too much.

"Ah... C-Can you not wear the condom?"

He looked back with a bit of confusion.

"Hm? Didn't you but this..?"

"Y-Yeah but, i— I want you to fill me."

Something seemed to have snapped inside of Malcom, he let out a small chuckle and dove back to your lips, giving it a rushed kiss.

"I'll fill you to the brim, don't worry baby.. "

He pulls the condom out his cock, throwing it the the side in favor of lining his leaking tip at your gaping hole. Malcom grabbed your thighs and pushed your knees to your chest, letting your cock lay pathetically on your stomach. You sucked in a deep breath as he slowly pushed his cock in.

You let out a shrilled moan, throwing your head back against the sheets of the bed while Malcom had leaned to connect your lips to his, trying to distract you from the hissing pain that was your asshole.

"Relax baby, it'll be in soon.. "

He kept kissing your lips, as you had wrapped your arms round his shoulders, clawing at his back. You would feel bad if it weren't for the incredible feeling of his cock filling your body, it was big—so big.

After a few minutes, you could Malcom's movements stop.

"It's in— m'gonna move now, alright baby?"

"haa—o-okay.."

Malcom's thrust were slow at first, which made you gasp and moan whenever he penetrated in. After a while his pace began quicker, making his cock go deeper and deeper in you.

"S-Shit, you're tight— fuck, you feel heavenly."

You could only cry out, as his cock moved deeper in, feeling every push that rush all the way to your throat. Both of you sweating, panting, and moaning about how good it felt.

His eyes glued onto yours, never breaking eye contact, his hair sticking slightly to his face as he caged you beneath his arms, this was like a fantasy. His cock was moving in and out as he whispered praises to you.

"You're so beautiful, fuck."

And—

"C-can't believe—shit— you were hiding such a sexy body away from me, hun. Not gonna stop until your filled and full, alright?—"

This bastard, acting like he could just say shit like that without making your heart drum. Malcom had kept thrusting his hips, chasing his climax just as much you craved to be stuffed full of his cum.

After a few more thrusting he came, strings of his thick warm cum filling you— to the point where it leaked out of you. But Malcom kept this thrusting, shoving his cum inside whilst latching his lips into yours.

Along with his cum, you came with him, your cum spraying pathetically on your stomach as it went limp.

And finally— he stops, using his cock to plug his cum inside, preventing it to spill out of you. You were full, the feeling of the warm liquid sitting inside your hole as his cock remained inside, you would die from this if you could.

You were both left panting, trying to catch your breath before he grins back down at you.

"How about another round, baby?"

You sipped the mug of coffee that your boyfriend had left you, even leaving a note as a good morning. He had only left a bit ago but he was planning to stay inside the dorm with you to have a date night. You couldn't wait.

A sudden ringing interrupted your thoughts, you checked to see your phone— it was Sofie.

"I should probably thank her.. "

You answered the call and pressed your phone to your ear.

"Yo, [Name]! Hopefully your fuck session went well, I heard it all the way next door! "

"Sofie I'm going to fucking kill you."

✩꙳I hope you enjoyed that! I had never wrote sex scenes before so I hope I did well~

-> Feel free to request more! Be as detailed as you'd like.

[yarafic]

Imagine~ You get hurt while arguing with Stefan and Elijah finds you

"Why do you still care about her?" I yelled

He rubbed his temple and gave me a look, and toon a deep breath.

"Y/n, you know what Elena means to me." He says as he takes a step forward.

"Stefan, you told me that you won't see her anymore. That you will let your brother and the rest of the Save Elena squad to do the saving." I retaliate back to him, I was done and beyond annoyed that he will drop anything to save her.

He looked at me and stayed silent, he took a step back and sat down on the couch. I knew he did not want to argue anymore but I was done with him putting Elena first then me. I am his girlfriend, he should put me first. I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, I can no longer do this."

In that moment his head instantly look back right up, he replied angrily," You are being unbelievable! This is just your jealously talking. I only love you! How many times do I have to tell you? Just because Elena is my ex, who for a fact means nothing to me!"

"If she means nothing to you then why are you still helping her out. If she means nothing to you then why isn't when she is in trouble you drop everything to go and save her. If she means nothing to you then why you always go back to her."

I shook my head and sighed, "I can't do this anymore. This is over. I do not want to be in a relationship where my significant other is still attach to his ex. I do not want to feel like I am the second choice."

I walk toward the door and left, I heard Stefan calling for me to come back inside. I kept on walking.

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I was now in the woods, tears fell down my face. I am such a fool to believe that he was over her. I sat down and look up at the starry sky, you have a better view of the stars.

Sat there alone with my thoughts, I am finally hearing my thoughts for the first in two years being in this relationship. I am scared to were my thoughts will lead me to.  The wind blows harder, shivers runs down my spine and I knew I'll be staying here for the night.

I slowly closed my eyes, then I heard a snap from my right. Fear rises through me, I was scared to see what will come at me. I slowly got on my feet and began to take steps back. I remembered myself to take deep breaths and to maintain calm. A small adorable bunny hop out of the bush, I began laughing hysterically because of the fear that I felt. A hand place itself on my shoulder, I jumped away from the mysterious silohoute and turn around, to see Elijah Mikaelson standing there.

"Y/n, do by telling me why are you in the woods?" He questions.

You gave a skeptical look and replied back, "Do tell Elijah, why are you back in Mystic Falls? Aren't you suppose to be New Orleans?"

He chuckles softly and shook a his head, "You still have that witty attitude."

You smiled softly and replied, "I got into an argument with Stefan."

He shook his head, took his hand out for me to hold, I careful put my hand on his. He locks his fingers with mine, he began walking forward. I stumble with my own feet, he wraps his arm around my waist.

"You're still clumsy." He retaliates.

I huff in annoyance, he has the nerve to drag me around as if I am a nuisance of a child that wants a piece of candy from the store and the mother sad no.

But here I am allowing him to drag me to that unknown place, I am a fool. Maybe those are the reasons why Stefan chose to hang out with Elena more than he ever did with me.

We come near to A house, wait a minute not a house, a freaking mansion. I took a better look it was the Mikaelson Manor, this was where they use to live until the business that Klaus had in New Orleans, he decided to leave Mystic Falls.

Elijah opens the door to the mansion, gesture for me to sit down and stay there. He came back with nightgown and a robe then told me to take a shower.

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When I got of the shower I heard voices downstairs, I followed the voices until I reach to the study where they were at. There stood, Elijah and Klaus, they both look at me and smiled.

"Hello, love. How are you?" Klaus greets me and open his arms wide for a hug.

I accept the warm hug that I miss, he whispers into my ear saying that he knows that i I am having trouble in paradise.

He lets go and Elijah hands me papers, I took hold of the  stack of paper then gave ten both looks "what's is this for?"

"You have now where to stay so Klaus and I decided that the Mikaelson Manor will be yours now at the moment." He explains.

"I will pick up your belonging and put them in my old room and for right now we will be eating pizza." Klaus says.

You are very thankful for having them in your life, mostly Elijah. He has been the only one person to help in stressful situations.

𝔸/𝕟: 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖

[hearts4chriss]

Slice of Pizza.

Horny!Chris + Jake’s!little sister

prompt: your filming with ur brother Jake and the sturniolo triplets ur meeting for the first time, you and Chris had already been secretly talking behind their backs, he finally gets to meet you in person. After the videos over he offers to take you home and he can’t resist

Contains: public teasing, horny Chris, pet names (ma, mama, sweetheart??, baby, good girl, my girl, princess), m!oral receiving, unprotected sex ( wrap before u tap ), doggy , dirty talk, phat ass reader, creampie yktv

a/n- a lot of ppl wanted this one hope u like :)) ALL CREDS DUE TO ANYONE WHO INSPIRED ME ILYSM !! ( tags ran out )

fuck fuck fuck fuck

Today was the day.

My brother Jake and I were collaborating with the sturniolo triplets, and I was so so nervous.

The main reason is that I was talking too one of them, Chris sturniolo.

We’d been talking for a little over a month and I was actually gonna meet him, but the thing is.

His brothers and my older brother Jake have no idea we’ve been talking.

let alone how much of a freak he is, as well as I am.

We’ve sent each other, images and texts and said things but I was going insane over meeting this man.

I had decided to reach out to one of my brothers friends and ex Tara fucking yummy.

my baby💞🫂

Tara help me, yk how I’ve been talking to Chris?

I’m fucking meeting him tdy bc Jake and I are collabing w the triplets.

taraa💋

baby you’ll be okayyyy

he wants you so bad trust

Chris is gonna beg to fuck you js wait 😛😛

My cheeks grew a pink hue just thinking of that, it was obviously Chris is very attractive and I’d love to have him fuck the absolute shit out of me.

so there I sat in my room wearing this outfit praying too impress him.

A white mini skirt and a fitted skims crop tank pushing my tits up even more highlighting my figure as I threw a grey zip up over it.

I walked downstairs being greeted with my brother.

Finally, took all day. Jake rolled his eyes and I stuck my tongue out

shut up come on I wanna meet these kids. I chuckle and he raised an eyebrow at me but didn't utter a word as we hoped in the car and began driving too the location.

We got there pretty quickly and I thankfully hadn't seen a text from chris today which calmed my nerves, but it was until I saw him standing outside of my car along with matt and nick.

I quickly got out the car.

holy- shit. was all I could utter under my breath at the 3 same faced men.

Matt had tattoos which i'd always loved and he was fairly attractive.

Nick also had tattoos and he was absolutely adorable I could see us becoming close.

Chris.

The one of three i'd been "sexting" and oh my fuck he was so attractive.

He had a small stubble but not too much, his pink plump lips i'd been dying too kiss and lord the all grey- I could see his dick outline was he not wearing boxers??

wow kid ur short. Chris chuckled reaching in too give me a hug

hey baby, I finally get too meet your fine ass. He whispered low enough in my ear so I could feel a wetness grow in my panties seeping from my cunt.

Hey chris! we wanna hug her too! Nick rolled his eyes pulling me in for a hug.

ur so pretty holy shit- nick said softly and i smiled giving him a thank you.

Why am I last? Matt rolled his eyes playfully and I gave him a tighter hug than the rest.

Alright, can I have my sister back? My older brother basically emerged from his tesla and they all gave me a smile and we piled into the car as we pulled out foods from, McDonalds, a pizza place, Wendy's and more.

I sat in the passenger seat and Chris in the driver whilst nick matt and jake were in the back and he started the intro

“Hey guys welcome back to another video, this time I’m actually In my car, I’m joined by…”

Y/n Webber, the better sibling. I give the camera a wave and Jake rolls his eyes at me

“And also this collab was highly requested so…”

“Nick, Matt and Chris are with us today the sturniolo triplets!” As we all clapped for a bit.

"So today we are gonna be eating a bunch of our favourite foods and just talking and yeah that’s it!" I smiled.

"McDonald’s first?" Chris asked and everyone nodded as we each grabbed fries.

The video was super funny, Chris kept making me and everyone else laugh as well as nick and Matt attacking him it made the whole thing better. Until…

"Alright last thing?" I asked and everyone nodded

I opened the pizza box letting everyone grab a piece, I watched how Chris’s almost slipped so I helped him.

"They weren’t wrong, you are the clumsiest one". I let out a soft laugh and he rolled his eyes

"Yeah yeah". Chris chuckled and I held up the pizza for him as he looked me in the eyes, god I felt something. As he shook his head slowly trying to get a bite he managed to do so after about 7 seconds.

"Is it good bro? "Matt asked him and I let out a laugh as well as nick and my brother

"Shut up Matt". Chris spoke in a monotone and everyone laughed at that as if he wasn’t just fucking teasing me, so I decided to get him back.

"Guys it’s kinda hot-" I say unzipping my jacket Chris’s eyes follow my hand on the zipper

"Right I was gonna say".. Nick chuckles eating his pizza.

I take off my hoodie leaving my tank top as is my tits sitting perfectly upright and I noticed Chris’s eyes and I smirked continuing to eat my pizza occasionally licking the grease off my fingers looking him in the eyes.

Paybacks a bitch huh

little did I know, Chris was a fucking freak

"what did you say too my brother to even allow me to be alone with you". I let out a laugh and he chuckled pulling me onto the couch.

"Im good with words baby. He gave me a small wink before pulling me onto his lap for a kiss".

"Mmm this was well worth the wait". Chris mumbles in between kisses before grabbing my ass making me gasp as he slipped his tongue into my mouth as they played together.

He moved me on his lap, groaning as my clit rubbed on his growing boner.

"Fuck- I need ur mouth so bad" - Chris rested his head on my shoulder before tapping my ass signaling me to get up.

I got on my knees and leaned up pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers watching his cock spring out and my eyes grow wide.

The length of it wasn’t even describable, let alone the girth, the tip was a dark pink and the veins going up the side had my panties dripping.

"you gonna suck me off or keep staring because I love the sight baby". Chris smirked biting his lip down at me and I wrap my hand around him and he moaned softly.

"baby.. please I need you- been waiting so long for you to do this" - he pleaded, almost in a whiny voice of need for me and I’d been waiting to do this.

I kiss his tip first before spitting on his cock stroking him and he throws his head back on the couch cushion.

I wrap my lips around his cock hollowing my cheeks as I began to suck him off sloppily and his hand gravitated towards my hair.

"oh fuck- just like that" - he moaned softly his eyes fluttering shut his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved as he felt my plump lips wrap around him beginning to deep throat his dick

"oh shit ma- feels so fuckin good" - he shudders on his words as his eyes open looking down at me sucking his cock, the sound of my gagging on him were enough to make him squirm, Chris’s large hand on my head guiding me while running it in my hair.

Sucking Chris off was an experience I’d never forget and the fact I was making him feel so good whilst doing it only made my thighs clench together with anticipation, needing his cock buried inside me.

his hips occasionally thrusting allowing his tip to hit the back of my throat aggressively knowing I’d be sore tomorrow.

"F-fuckk love that pretty mouth on my dick" - he shudders when my nose presses against his lower abdomen as I deep-throat him having to hollow my cheeks due to his size.

Chris always told me he loved sloppy head and that’s exactly what I was giving him, salvia and his pre cum was running down my chin whilst spit bubbles formed on the corners of my mouth and my mascara was sweating off from the tears in my eyes.

"God you look so fucking pretty sucking me off baby" - he praised, breaths in between each word pulling on my hair slightly tighter as we made eye contact and he moaned at the sight.

"there’s my girl, keep ur eyes on me, wanna see that pretty face- shit" - Chris tried to maintain eye contact with me as best he could, but the way I was looking at him alone made him cum deep in my mouth filling it to the brim and a deep moan as he came.

Chris’s cum smeared along my lips as I swallowed it and getting up off my knees and he smiled.

"C’mere, I gotta stretch you out". Chris’s fingers pressed against my panties and I moaned softly at the touch and he chuckled.

"Hold on baby, you’ll thank me later, trust me". He smirked sliding two of his fingers inside my sopping cunt making me squeal.

"Shit Chris" - I moaned as he held me by my waist on his lap stretching me out for a bit.

"hold on ma, I don’t want you to get hurt". He kissed my cheek curling his fingers making me moan in his ear.

"You feel stretched out?" He rubs my back and I nodded

"I need words princess". Chris spanked my ass and I jolted.

"Yes yes! I do, please Chris- please fuck me" - I beg and he halts his movements sliding his fingers out of me.

"On all 4s for me and strip". He taps my ass and I do so getting on the couch pealing my panties and skirt off along with my tank top allowing me to be bare for him.

"Your so beautiful, gonna fuck this pussy so good" - he pulled his sweats down fully positioning himself behind me rubbing his cock between my folds making me whimper with frustration and his hand came down smacking my ass.

"Patience baby, such a needy girl". Chris shakes his head before gripping my hips pushing himself inside me making my back arch at the girth and sudden sharp pain from the stretch.

"Chris I-it’s not gonna fit" - I cry out and he massages my hip reassuringly.

"shh it’s okay just tell me when, take ur time". He whispered, I took some deep breaths as I felt my body finally adjust to him.

"Y-you can move now" - I sigh deeply and he holds my hips beginning to thrust slowly at first.

"Oh fuck- m’faster" - I moan peering behind my shoulder and he gives me a sly smile before picking up the paste making my jaw hang open as his hips came in contact harshly with my ass.

"shit- ur so tight ma" - Chris groaned his hands grip my ass occasionally letting go to give it a slap rubbing over the soft skin.

"oh god- ur so deep Chris" - i drop my head breathing heavily before he grips my hair thrusting harder.

"huh? I wanna hear that again". He holds his grip firmly waiting for me to respond as I’m dazed out on his cock.

"f-fuck! Your so- deep" - I moan in between words shuddering in his grasp as he releases his grip from my hair gravitating towards my hips again.

"that’s a good girl" - Chris praised rutting his hips into mine, the sound of our bodies connecting and my moans and heavy breathing along with his filled the empty room creating a sex aroma

"shit Chriss" - I dragged out moaning as he arched my back making his cock reach depths I don’t think we’re possible before he paused.

"W-what are you doing?!" I whimper in frustration and he shushed me.

"I wanna watch you fuck yourself on my cock can you do that for me?" He whispers into my neck, tickling my skin, his raspy voice going to my core.

I positioned myself on my forearms arching my back beginning to move my hips back and forth on his dick and he moaned in response holding my hip for comfort.

"fuck- keep throwing that shit back on me ma" - Chris shuddered, biting his lip at the sight, my moans shooting to his throbbing cock as well as my moans fueling his ego and filling his ears

"fuckk yes- feels so good- I cried out". clenching my fists at the pleasure and the angle his dick was hitting, the tip feeling on my g spot made me shake each time.

Chris was in heaven, just the sight of this could've made him cum inside me.

"shit- there you go baby- love that ass" - he lets out a deep groan laying a smack across my cheeks making me squeal as he rubs over the soft skin as I continued fucking myself on his cock, picking up the pace, our breathing syncing picking up.

"oh shitt- yes yess!" I squirm and shake ever so slightly as his tip kisses my most sensitive spot.

"Looks like I found it". He mumbles to himself before grabbing my hips beginning to thrust his own into mine making my jaw hang open whilst only heavy breathing comes out

"shit- fucked you speechless?" He lets out a breathy moan and I can’t help but mimick his actions because he quite literally fucked me speechless.

"God you take me so well" - sound so pretty on my cock- he lays a harsh smack to my ass making me squeal out as I close my walls around him.

"Chris I-I’m gonna cum" - I turn my head to the side seeing his facial expression as my breath picks up fists clenched as his hand rubs my clit.

"come on baby give it to me" - he praises his fingers play with my pussy overstimulating it as I cried out Chris’s name repeatedly until I creamed his cock.

He pulls out painting white ropes on my back giving me a second to catch my breath.

"You okay?" Chris pants pulling me onto his lap.

"yeah I’m okay- that was- well worth it". I smile pushing the hair sticking to his forehead away.

All over a slice of pizza huh.

Shut up Chris. I roll my eyes as he presses kisses to my shoulder

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[aauroraxia]

Supposed To Be

Armando Aretas

This story is based off of a song called Begin Again by Taylor Swift ^^. For a better experience I highly recommend you listen to the song 🎧!

Sypnosis: Y/N just got out of a toxic relationship with ex named Greg. She finally decided to start dating again. On her first date with her new boyfriend, Armando she has many flashbacks of her past relationship. Armando shows her how love is supposed to be, and not all love is toxic.

Warnings: None

I took a deep breath in the mirror, doing a little twirl. I looked perfect, my tight red dress, hugged my curves. My curly hair curled perfectly around my face. My black high heels made me a little taller than I actually was, but I don’t care, I think I look perfect and I hope he thinks the same.

I was finally dating again. After breaking up with Greg, I was scared of dating. Until I met Armando. He told me that he didn’t know my ex or what he did for us to break up, but, that he was nothing like him, he’s one of a kind.

One of my friends had offered to take me to the restaurant I walked out of my house grabbing my phone, purse, and keys, and walked to the car. As I sat in the passenger seat I started thinking.. ‘Remember what happened last time you went on a date’

Flash Back Start 𖣔

I arrived to the cafe that Greg asked me to meet him at. I looked in the mirror in my car, fixing my hair. I wanted everything to be perfect.

I walked inside the cafe, glancing around looking for Greg. He was nowhere to be found. I started panicking, thoughts flooded my mind.

‘He couldn’t be standing me up’

‘He wouldnt’

‘Would he?’

The waiter sat me at a table. I caught a few weird glances from other couples. I pulled my phone out of my purse, checking the time constantly, and maybe to see if Greg texted. After about 25 minutes, he hadn’t called or texted.

Tears flooded my eyes. I put my phone away and gathered my things. It’s time to go home.

As soon as I stood up I heard the cafe bell ring. I turned around to see Greg walking in the shop. His brown hair, messy. He had on a blue button up shirt that wasn’t even buttoned completely.

Had he even tried to look nice? Was this “date” really not that important? I balled my fist up, sitting back down in my seat, waiting for him to walk over.

He sat in front of me in silence. No ‘Hey, I’m sorry for being late.’ No stupid excuse. Just silence.

Flash Back Ends 𖣔

I shoved that memory deep down in my mind, or at least I tried. I started my car and drove to restaurant I was meeting Armando at.

I walked in the restaurant, hoping Armando was already here. And he was. He waved me over to the table he was sitting at. Walking over to him, he looked at me with a small but genuine smile. He stood up and pulled out my chair for me.

That was so nice! I sat down across from him, locking eyes with him. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of me.

Flash Back Start 𖣔

The rest of the date went pretty well. Greg told me this lame excuse of how he couldn’t get a stain out of shirt, that’s why he was late. He asked me how was my day and after I answered him he explained how his day went.

While explaining my day I made a small joke. I guess he didn’t think I was funny because he just stared at me, with a blank unreadable expression on his face.

Embarrassing…

I quickly changed the topic to work, to avoid any further embarrassment.

“Hey, I think you look really pretty tonight, but um I’m not that much taller than you and you wearing heels makes you taller than me.. I don’t like the look so if we’re supposed to be together could you stop wearing heels?”

The audacity..

It’s not my fault that he’s shorter than Peter Pan. But this date already started rocky so I just smiled and nodded.

Flash Back Ends 𖣔

“Te ves hermosa. Ese vestido y esos tacones te hacen ver muy sexy.” Armando said.

I smiled at his sweetness. I knew he wasn’t much of a talker but he was putting in a effort to talk, and that’s all I needed.

“How are you?” He asked

“Good, what about you. Apart from being hunted from the police.” I joked

He leaned his head back, laughing. Last time I told a small joke I was hella embarrassed. But that wasn’t the case this time, thankfully.

Soon, a waiter came and took our order, we ate and talked about any and everything. He even payed for both of our meals. Damn, he couldn’t be any more perfect.

He offered to take me home and I agreed. “Any specific song you want to listen to?”

I started thinking.. “Can you play ���Fuck It I Love You’ by Lana Del Rey.

“Yeah”

Flash Back Start 𖣔

When Greg invited me to his apartment, on the way there I asked him to play that same song. “What does the song even mean. It’s boring and sad. How about something else.”

I looked at him in utter disbelief. Did he really not understand the meaning? Once again I just smiled and nodded.

Flash Back End 𖣔

“Sorry if you don’t like this song.” I said “I know it’s supposedly sad.”

“Nah, it’s not sad. It’s real.” He assured me.

Oh my gosh I think I love him.

Once arriving at my house Armando walked me to my front door. Like he was protecting me.

I loved that. It made me feel like I would never have to worry about my safety with him.

“Como te dije antes, no conozco a tu ex ni lo que hizo para que rompieras con él, pero nunca te lastimaré amor.”

I smiled, placing both of my hands on his shoulders, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Once I pulled away, he softly cuffed my cheeks, pulling me into a passionate but loving kiss.

“Sure you don’t wanna come in?” I asked him with a playful smirk.

“Quizás lo haga” He said with a smirk, locking his car, and following me inside.

I don’t know how far this “relationship” with Armando would go but, I do know this is how love is supposed to be.

Translations:

“Quizás lo haga” - Maybe I will

“Como te dije antes, no conozco a tu ex ni lo que hizo para que rompieras con él, pero nunca te lastimaré amor.” - Like I told you before, I don't know your ex or what he did to make you break up with him, but I will never hurt you, love.

“Te ves hermosa. Ese vestido y esos tacones te hacen ver muy sexy.” - You look beautiful. That dress and those heels make you look very sexy.

[enlynstory]

⟢ 𝒩𝑜 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹

Shipping: non-idol Yang Jungwon x reader

Synopsis: Yang Jungwon, a hopeful and kind young man, unexpectedly becomes the love interest of a girl who’s been struggling with rejecting people.

Warnings: self isolation, fear, betrayal, ex friendships. lmk if there are any more please and thank you :)

Wc: 605

It wasn’t unlike her to shut people out; in fact, it was something she did effortlessly. She wasn’t a people person. The mere idea of showing even a hint of care for someone especially when she felt no tendency to irritated her to her core.

She lived by a motto: "Better alone than surrounded by false connections." It was a belief forged from a painful past, one that had shaped her reluctance to let anyone in.

That was until she met him.

She met someone who shared kindness and cooperation, someone who didn’t care if she tried to push him away, someone who was willing to fight for her. She met Yang Jungwon.

The two had met in a college class. They were paired together for a three-week business project, and it wasn’t like she could turn him down—it was the final project, so she had no choice but to work with him.

He had noticed her before, in class. He always thought she was pretty and seemed kind, but he never had the chance to talk to her.

When the partners were announced by the professor, he waited, hoping her name would be called.

“Yang Jungwon and… Y/N.”

It was a relief to him when it was her, but what he hadn’t expected was that she barely spoke and seemed reserved when he approached her for the first time.

He noticed how she didn’t even look at him. She was silently staring down at the notebook on her desk.

“Y/N, right?”

At the time, he frowned, finding himself thinking about that encounter more than once. It didn’t take long for him to realize she didn’t like people.

One afternoon, the two of them sat in a coffee shop when a family with two loud kids walked in.

“I hate people,” she said.

He laughed at how bluntly she said it, and for once, he saw her smile.

He began to notice how she looked whenever someone tried to talk to her after class—how she seemed to disregard their presence. He saw the fear in her eyes when someone even walked by.

“I don’t like to intrude on people’s lives, but… why are you so afraid of getting to know someone?”

She was taken aback by his question. It was just another project session, the usual Mondays they spent together.

“My past,” she said.

It wasn’t like him to pry, but this time he did. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

“My best friend betrayed me after she grew tired of supporting me. She shared my personal struggles with others for attention.” She sighed loudly. “It hurt more than any other pain I had felt before, so I decided to shut everyone out.”

If he had noticed that last project session would be their final one, he would have seen the sadness in her eyes.

She had grown accustomed to him, and it made her feel strange. The simple thought of being around him seemed to lift a weight off her shoulders. But in the end, she knew she had to let him go for her own sake.

The day after they submitted their project, she saw him walk into class. She immediately looked away, knowing their time together was over.

Of course, Jungwon noticed. He always did.

He saw how she immediately looked down at her notebook when he walked up to her.

“You’re not trying to get rid of me now, are you?” he asked with a grin.

It was just like Yang Jungwon to notice, because unlike everyone else, he didn’t want to be the one she pushed away.

[AN]

This is my first story, yayyyy!!!! I’m not sure…how but this was a quick thirty minute write, so if you find any errors please feel free to correct them!! All the help is greatly appreciated!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

Thank you for reading💖

[lovespotion9]

Hate the Club

AbbyAndersonxReader

pairing: Bottom!Abby x Top!Reader

word count: 5.2k

TW: 18+ | minors, please dni <3 | Smut | Mommy kink | Vaginal Fingering (a! receiving) | Strong Language | Vaginal Penetration (a! receiving) | Infidelity | Oral Sex (a! receiving) | Mention of OwenxAbby | Strap-on Use | Mention of Alcohol | Slight Fluff | Aftercare | Thigh Riding (a! recieving) | Nipple Clamps | Blindfolding |

a/n: Please do not hesitate to let me know of any warnings I might've missed! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy <3

Your friend had finally managed to drag you to the new nightclub downtown that had opened over the weekend. You were reluctant to go, but they had promised to buy you your favorite drink if you were willing to spend at least an hour with them. You didn't drink often, but it sounded like a fair deal to you.

As you sat at the bar and nursed the drink your friend had bought for you, you kept looking at the time and thinking about all the things you could be doing at home. You were just about to decide that you'd had enough of the loud music and the crowds, before you laid eyes on her. 

Abby Anderson. 

Tight black dress, light makeup, hair down (maybe the first time you'd seen it that way). All dressed up and smiling as she grinded against some idiot guy who was spilling his drink all over the floor as he playfully thrusted into her from behind. Her brawny arms reached for the sky as she continued to dance carelessly-- that is, until she caught your burning gaze from the bar.

With a suggestive eyebrow raise, you raised your glass in her direction-- grinning like a supervillain as you finally recognized the derelict gyrating against her. It was Owen, her ex. Or, more specifically-- the guy that had begged her to stop fucking you behind his back as the news was getting all over town and ruining both of their (his) reputations. She has gotten back together with him after all. And now, here he was, completely oblivious to the fact that the two of you were practically eye-fucking each other from across the room.

The moment your eyes met, a familiar ache had begun to bloom in your chest. One that she seemingly took notice of, as her steel-blue eyes failed to leave the tops of your breasts that threatened to spill out of the tight dress shirt you were wearing. Even from nearly 20 feet away, she was still struggling to conceal her infatuation with you. As her eyes met yours yet again, you gave her a suggestive head tilt and a questioning look before moving toward the front door of the club. You were aware of the effect you had on her, and you were so not above mercilessly exploiting it. 

"So, what do you think? Is this place worth the hype?" Your friend practically shrieked as she yanked on your bicep from behind, almost making you drop the drink in your hand. 

"Yeah, totally." You shouted back, blaring music disorienting you, nearly making you forget about the 5'10 bodybuilder whose eyes were boring into the outline of your ass in your black suit pants.

"Well, where the hell are you going? You look like you're in a hurry!"

"I, um... have a headache, I'm gonna head home. I'll catch you later!" Your friend looked absolutely mortified, and you couldn't help but feel bad for leaving her high and dry.

But she'd be fine.

You pushed through the sea of people, feeling the heat emanating from their bodies as you made your way toward the front door, feeling her eyes following you as you walked. You were almost to the front door when an overwhelmingly sweet perfume invaded your nostrils and you felt a warm hand close around your own. "Y/n," Abby all but whined into your ear as she allowed you to drag her out into the parking lot.

"What the hell are you doing, Abby?" You asked as you continued to pull her along, making your way toward your car.

"Y/n, wait. Stop!" She tugged on your arm, pulling you back against her. "Can we talk for a second?"

"About what? About the fact that you're back with Owen?"

"It's not like that! I-it's not that simple," She reassured you.

"Abby, I honestly don't care," You began, allowing your gaze to gradually fall from her pitiful gaze to her soft lips.

"You know," She started, her voice trembling slightly as she took a step closer, closing the distance between you. "We could never go public with our relationship, Y/n."

"Don't need'a" You whispered against her lips before taking them into a bruising kiss. Your hand fell onto her hip as your other gripped her chin, forcing her to hold still as you slipped your tongue above hers and licked the inside of her mouth, savoring her sweetness as her tongue took the role of prey to yours. 

"Wait," She groaned into the kiss, trying and failing to push you away before you deepened the kiss and pressed her up against the wall of the club, earning a few whistles from some foolish teens smoking between the cars.

"You're so beautiful," You mumbled against her lips as you allowed your hand to roam across the length of her body, her curves filling the palms of your hands as her breathing became shallow. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

"Y/n..." She warned, trying desperately to hold onto any sense of self-control she had left. "Owen's still in there, we can't do this."

"Yes, we can." You insisted, reaching into your back pocket and retrieving your keys. You clicked the lock button twice before opening the passenger door of your car for her. "Come on,"

"Y/n," She sighed, looking over her shoulder at the club before shaking her head. "This is such a bad idea."

"Abby," You called, cupping her cheek and pulling her attention back toward you. "I'm not gonna wait another month for you to call me and tell me that you're single again. I can't,"

Abby sighed and pressed her eyes shut, taking a few moments to calm her breathing before she climbed into the passenger's seat.

"Good girl." You cooed before shutting the door and making your way around the front of the car, taking a second to scan for Owen while straightening your collar. The moment you stepped foot in the driver's side, Abby's hands were on your cheeks, pulling your face to hers. She kissed you sloppily and desperately, chest pressing flush against your own as she not-so-discreetly ground her hips into the plush of the car seat. 

"Y/n," She whimpered between kisses before you pulled away and returned your grip to the bottom of her jaw. 

"You're so fucking needy, sweetheart," You purred before placing one more rough kiss on her lips.

"Drive, please?"

"And so, so polite," You let the last "o" drag as you turned the key in the ignition. "So pretty, too. I can't keep my eyes off you."

"T-thank you," Abby whispered, eyes already threatening to roll back as she clenched her thighs together tighter and sped up her movements against the seat cushion. The speed bumps you passed as you pulled out of the driveway causing the car to jerk a few times, only deepening her pleasure and drawing a few more sweet sounds from her tightly shut lips. 

"What's the matter, honey?" You taunted. "I thought you said you didn't want to do this?" 

"I didn't!" She gasped, her hips moving on their own accord, desperately chasing after the friction her body craved.

"Oh, no?" You chuckled, glancing at her through the corner of your eye as you kept one hand on the steering wheel. "So, this is all a figment of my imagination, then?"

"N-no… Yes! No, just-- keep drive--driving, please,"

"Aw, you poor thing. Look at how much you need it," You teased, bringing the palm of your hand to her bare thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up as you squeezed and caressed the pale, freckled skin. "You're  s'fucking strong, sweetheart." 

"Y/n," Abby's moans got increasingly louder as you inched higher and higher up her muscular thigh, brushing the pads of your fingertips over the wet outline of her throbbing cunt over her panties. 

"Holy shit," You cursed under your breath, biting back a moan as you applied pressure to the spot just above her clit, forcing a strangled moan to escape her lips. "Look at you, grinding against the seat like a little bitch. I'm barely even touching you,"

"Y/n, p-please, fuck,"

"Please, what?" You cooed, pressing the heel of your hand down on her clothed pussy and rubbing in small circles before moving back down to her trembling thigh.

"M-mommy," She panted, her hand shooting down to grip the one that was on her thigh and guide it up the rest of the way, forcing two fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and between her slick folds. "Touch me, please,"

You finally oblige, following her movements for a few moments before suddenly shoving both your middle and ring finger into her fluttering hole. "That's it, baby," You encouraged as she let out a loud moan, her back arching off the seat. "You're taking my fingers so well, such a good girl,"

"Y/n," She cried, her head thrown back as her hips thrust upward. "So g-good, so fucking good."

"Oh, yeah?" You hummed, keeping your eyes on the road as you slowly slid your fingers out, ignoring the way she whimpered at the loss, and brought them to her parted lips, as you merge lanes and turn at your exit. "Open up, baby."

She obeyed immediately, eagerly licking and sucking the digits into her mouth, coating them with her saliva.

"Good girl,"

The praise sent a shudder down her spine and she moaned around your fingers. You chuckled at her desperate state as you used your left hand to turn your steering wheel. Drawing your soaked fingers from atop her tongue to the back of her headrest as you reversed into your drive and parked your car. 

"Such a messy girl," You chuckled as she continued to writhe and pant on the seat next to you, her juices beginning to seep through her panties and stain the car seat. "Come here,"

Without hesitation, she moved to sit on your lap, her legs straddling your waist as her arms wrapped around your shoulders. Painted fingers wove themselves into your hair as she rocked feverishly against you, tequila-ridden breath fanning in hot waves against the skin of your neck. You could feel her wetness seeping through her thin panties and onto the thigh of your slacks as she fucked herself stupid on the expanse of your thigh. 

"So, so pretty like this, Abs," You muttered into her sweaty neck, palming at her tits over her thin excuse for a dress. A small and pitiful nod from her was all it took before you were yanking the fabric down her body, exposing her small, perky breasts to your burning gaze. You smiled devilishly as you took one of her erect nipples into her mouth, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh as your free hand twisted and pinched at the other.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Abby chanted, her grip on your hair tightening with each bite, every harsh suck, and pinch of your teeth.

"I missed you, honey," You spoke against her breast before moving to the other one, paying it the same, toe-curling attention. The tell-all tremor in her hips let you know that she was getting closer and closer to reaching her peak. She was always extra sensitive after she'd been away from you for too long-- subjected to the languid and shoddy licks of Owen's tongue, the fast and uncoordinated pump of his hips, the unpleasant bites to her clit that left her sore for days. 

Her broken cries of pleasure filled the small interior of your car along with the thick smell of sex and liquor. Her hand was quickly drawn from the mess of curls(strands, braids, locs, idfk) on your head to the car window beside her head, nails frantically scraping at the fogged-up glass as she bounced in your lap. A short, choked-out scream sounded throughout the small space as you closed your fist around the front of her muscular throat. 

"Yeah, sweetie? Y'getting close?"

"Y-yeah," She choked out, nodding frantically as she picked up the pace. "Can I c-cum, please, M-Mommy?

"Of course, you can, honey," You whispered, your tone low and dangerous as you reached behind her with your free hand to remove the keys from the ignition and shut the engine off. "Go ahead and cum all over Mommy's leg like a good little whore, baby. Cum all over my suit, pretty girl."

You hiss sharply as Abby bites your shoulder to keep from screaming, shaking with her first orgasm of the night. "I know, I know," You coo, running your manicured nails up and down her rippled back soothingly. "I know, baby. Let it out"

"Thank you," She mumbles, chest heaving and body shaking, pussy pulsating and gushing against the soaked fabric of her panties and your expensive trousers.

"Did so good, honey," You hummed, kissing the tears from the corner of her eyes before you turned to open your car door. "Need me to carry you, sweetie? I know how shaky those legs of yours can get." You tease, smiling up at her as she raises herself up and from out of your soaked lap.

"Fuck you," She groans, her voice hoarse and shaky as she pulls the hem of her dress up and over her breasts.

"You know what? You're right," You say, climbing out of the car behind her before briefly digging in your pocket to retrieve your house keys. "Maybe I should just go to bed."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I, though?" You asked, a sly grin tugging at the corner of your lips as you held the front door open for her, eyes raking down her disheveled figure. You'd pulled on her dress so much in so many different places that it bunched up in random spaces across her body-- making the tight dress appear even more fitted to her curves than it already was. She had left her shoes (heels) in the car, her stature still no whither to yours, but slightly less intimidating than it was when you first laid eyes on her in the club. Her face and neck were all red from her blushing and your rough kisses-- the crimson hue nearly dark enough to conceal the crossroads of hickies and bitemarks you had littered across the top of her chest and collarbones.

She moves slowly past you, sure to brush her frame against yours as she steps through the threshold and into the dark house. "Y/n, it's been a month since we last fucked," She reminds you, turning to face you after you had finished locking the door behind you, turning the porch light off with it.

"And?" You ask, setting your keys on the table beside the door before moving toward the kitchen. "That's hardly my fault, Abby."

"You could've called me," She insists, following you into the kitchen.

"You could've called me too, Abs."

"You know I can't,"

"Right," You sigh, turning around to face her as you spoke. "Because of your boyfriend. Because of your reputation. Because you're a fucking coward. There's always a reason with you."

"Can we not do this tonight, please?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the countertop, gaze pleading as it met your intense one. "Believe me, I have enough arguments at home."

You stood in silence for a few moments, watching her as she nervously fidgeted under your gaze.

"Take your clothes off."

Her head snaps up at your order, her eyes wide and confused.

"What?"

"I said, take your fucking clothes off, Anderson," You growled, taking a step closer to her.

She immediately backed up until her back was pressed against the fridge as you walked toward her, your eyes narrowed and menacing as you took ahold of her jaw, forcing her to meet your gaze.

"I thought you wanted to get off," You whispered, your thumb gently caressing her bottom lip. "Isn't that why you followed me out of the club? Why you bounced on my thigh like a bitch in heat after I drove you to my flat? Why you came inside?"

"Y-yes," She whispered, her voice wavering as she tried to tear her gaze from your own.

"So, what's the problem?" You tilted your head with an exaggerated frown.

"N-nothing," She whispered, hands moving to rest on your hips as you closed the distance between your bodies, pressing your frame against her own.

"Then take your clothes off," You whispered, pulling your hand from her chin and dropping it down to her bare shoulder before trailing it down the rest of her unbelievably toned arm.

Abby nods, her trembling fingers reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress. You watched intently as she slowly began to unzip her dress, revealing her toned body. You hummed in satisfaction as you trailed your fingertips over her defined abdominal muscles.

"You're so beautiful, honey," You whisper, leaning in to kiss along the length of her neck and jaw. "You know that? Absolutely stunning,"

Abby lets out a soft whimper as your lips and tongue trail across the column of her neck, leaving a wet trail along her sweat-slick skin. Her arms wrap around your shoulders and she pulls you close, burying her face in the crook of your neck as you continue to kiss and nip at her pulse point. Your hands begin to explore her body yet again, scanning for any changes that might've occurred since you'd last been together. You wait for that familiar sound of her breath hitching after you trace your index finger along the waistline of her panties.

"Upstairs, now." You order, stepping back to allow her to move past you. She nods obediently before grabbing her discarded dress and heading toward the staircase by the foyer. You watch expectantly as she rounds the corner and her footsteps fade into the silence of the night. 

You take your time removing your shoes, belt, and blazer-- neatly placing them on the counter before you move to the coat closet in your foyer to retrieve Abby's favourite strap-on from the top shelf. You quickly check the battery life on the vibrator lying beside the large toy before nodding to yourself as you're satisfied with the charge. You also make sure to grab a few items from the end table in the hall, tucking them into your pockets as you remove your pants and begin securing the contraption around your waist.

"Y/n!" Abby calls from the bedroom above.

"What?" You yell back, struggling to keep your balance as you put on the harness.

"Hurry up!" She whines, her voice high and needy as it reaches your ears.

"I'm coming, calm down," You shout back, rolling your eyes as you finish tightening the straps and making your way toward the stairs.

Abby lets out an impatient groan when you finally reach her, pulling you down onto the bed with her.

"So needy," You chuckle, kissing down her jaw to her neck, nipping gently at her skin.

"Shut up," She huffs, her hands moving to grip your shoulders as you lean over her. She pulls you closer to her and wraps her legs around your waist, drawing your attention to the bulge in your pants.

"Watch your mouth, sweetheart," You whisper, your lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. You allow your hands to run across her muscular body, fingertips exploring every dip and curve. The muscles in her stomach tense under your touch as you move lower, brushing your fingers against the waistband of her panties.

"Didn't I tell you to take these off?" You ask, raising an eyebrow as you lean back, looking down at her with a frown.

"I'm sorry," She whispers, her gaze shifting to the floor.

"That's okay," You say, a smirk tugging at your lips as you sit back on your heels. "Take them off. Now."

Abby hesitates for a moment before slowly lifting her hips, allowing you to remove the fabric covering her core. You watch in amusement as she tries to keep her face neutral while you gently push her thighs apart, spreading her open for you.

"Don't be shy now," You tease, rubbing your thumb along her folds, applying just enough pressure to draw a soft moan from her. "There we go," You hum, leaning down and pressing your lips to her inner thigh, causing her to let out a small gasp.

"Look how pretty you are," You whisper, your breath hot on her skin.

"Y/n," Abby whines, her hands reaching down to grip your forearms. "I-I didn't shave, I didn't think that-" You lower yourself back down to her sopping core, licking a teasingly quick stripe up to her little bundle of nerves. She lets out a loud moan, her hands flying to your head, fingers tangling into your locs and bringing your face closer to the mess of blond curls between her legs. Wrapping both of your arms around her trembling thighs, you continue to lap at her cunt like a woman starved-- delighting in the pitiful moans and whines she tries, and fails to conceal with her free hand. Once you slip your tongue into her tight hole, she's shaking with her second orgasm before she can even think to ask permission to have it

"Oh, honey," You hum, a sadistic smile gracing your lips as she comes down from her high. "Did you just cum without asking?"

Abby's eyes widen and she shakes her head frantically. "No! No, I didn't mean to!" She stutters, her voice wavering slightly as she begins to panic.

You chuckle darkly as you bring two fingers to her clit, stroking it lightly. "Really?"

"Yes, I promise!" Abby whimpers, squirming beneath you as you increase the speed of your ministrations.

"Hmm... Well, I guess since you already came, there's really no reason for me to keep playing with you, right?" You ask, your tone sarcastic and taunting as you pull away from her body.

"No!" Abby cries, her grip on your hair tightening. "Please don't stop!"

"Why not?" You demand, pulling completely away from her.

"Because," She groans, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. "It feels good."

"What else?" You press, running your hands down the length of her muscular torso, coming to rest on her hips.

"I like when you touch me," She breathes, her voice barely audible.

"I know you do, sweetie," You coo, leaning down and pressing your lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "But if I'm going to continue to make you feel good, then you're going to have to follow my rules. Got it?"

She nods frantically as you raise yourself from the bed, turning to retrieve the nipple clamps you had brought up and hidden behind some clutter on your dresser.

"I'm not like your bitch-ass boyfriend, sweetheart," You start, crawling back onto the bed and straddling her hips. "If I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. And if you don't, well..." Your words trail off as you reach for the pink silk blindfold resting atop the comforter, quickly securing it over her eyes, rendering her sightless. "I have ways to make sure you'll listen to me, understand?"

"Y-yes," She whispers, her head nodding nervously as you take the time to secure each nipple clamp on either side of her small breasts, delighting in the little shrieks she gives once she feels the cold metal clamp down on her sensitive buds.

"What's your safeword, sweet girl, hm?" You ask, tracing your thumb along the seam of her lower lip.

"Red," She replies obediently, her hands finding purchase on the flesh of your thighs.

"That's right," You hum, drawing a pink vibrator from its spot on the mattress and tucking it between her legs. You lean down, kissing her softly as you begin to work the toy against her folds. "Now, be a good girl and hold this riiight here," You instruct, placing her hand on top of yours that was holding the small device. "Don't move until I say so,"

"Okay," She agrees, her fingertips digging into the back of your palm. You chuckle at her eagerness, moving your hand from under hers and allowing her to take hold of the vibrator. Once you were satisfied with her level of obedience, you raised yourself from the bed yet again and moved toward the edge of the mattress where she lay. You watched as she continued to rock her hips against the silicone massager, soft moans and whines escaping her parted lips as her pleasure grew. After a few moments of simply admiring her, you reached down to grab her by the back of her neck and roughly pulled her up into a sitting position. The sudden movement caused her to gasp in surprise, but she didn't falter in her rhythm, continuing to ride the pink object between her legs.

"You look so pretty like this, sweetheart," You murmured, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead as you slid the fingers of your free hand between her lips. "Keep doing what you're doing."

Abby moaned around your digits as they brushed against the roof of her mouth, her tongue lapping eagerly at their tips. You smiled to yourself as she began sucking on your fingertips, coating them in her saliva. Slowly, you withdrew your hand from her mouth and moved behind her, pressing your chest against her back as you wrapped your arms around her torso.

"Do you trust me?" You whispered, running your hands down her front, cupping her small breasts.

"Yes," She breathed, her voice shaky as she turned her head toward you.

"Good," You praised, bringing both of your hands down to grip her hips tightly. She nodded frantically as you gently pushed her forward, forcing her to bend over at the waist. You ran your hand up her spine, feeling the muscles beneath her skin contract as she bent over further, resting her palms flat on the comforter. Reaching down to your waistband, you released the straps that held the large rubber dick against your pelvis, making sure that it hung loose enough for you to fuck her without restraint. You then positioned yourself directly behind her and leaned forward, grabbing hold of the base of her hairline and pulling her back toward you, forcing her head back slightly as she rested on her knees, ass raised into the air.

"Fuck, Abs," You groaned, your eyes glued to her glistening cunt as she ground herself against your strap. "Look at you, sweetheart."

"Please," Abby whimpered, her voice hoarse as she pleaded with you.

Without further hesitation, you lined the head of your strap up with her fluttering hole, biting back a moan as she pushed her hips back to meet your thrust, causing the vibrator wedged between the base of the cock and your cunt to buzz to life, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. You slowly eased into her tight heat, inch by inch until you bottomed out, allowing her time to adjust to the size of your toy. Once you were certain she had grown accustomed to the girth of the silicone dick, you pulled out completely before slamming back into her, setting a brutal pace. Her high-pitched shrieks and moans echoed throughout the room as you fucked into her roughly, using your free hand to hold onto her hip for leverage while the other remained wrapped firmly around her neck.

"Fuck, baby-- making Mommy feel so good," You moaned, burying your face in the crook of her neck as you continued to pound into her relentlessly, the sound of your skin slapping together reverberating off the walls. "You're taking me so well, honey. Such a good girl."

Abby let out a strangled cry as you tightened your grip on her throat, cutting off her oxygen supply momentarily as you forced her body closer to yours. The pleasure was overwhelming her senses, rendering her speechless as her entire body tensed, preparing for another orgasm. As your own climax approached, you began to slow the movement of your hips, opting to grind into her instead of thrusting. Your hand found its way to her clit, taking hold of the small vibrator she struggled to keep in place as you held her other hand behind her back.

"Cum for me, pretty girl," You purred, words sliding from your lips like honey as you bit down on the soft skin below her ear.

Abby screamed as she came hard around you, her body shaking uncontrollably as she rode out her high. You watched in awe as her walls spasmed around your length, thick, white release coating your cock as it gathered into a solid ring at the base. You continued to move your hips slowly against hers as she came down from her high, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath and you struggled to chase your high. Once she seemed sufficiently recovered, you carefully removed your strap-on from her abused pussy, watching as her juices dripped from the tip and onto the comforter, reaching around her back to carefully remove the clamps before tossing them somewhere across the room.

"Holy shit," Abby gasped, her voice hoarse as she collapsed against the bed, lying on her stomach and clasping her sore breats as she attempted to calm herself. With one swift motion, you flipped her entire body so she was lying on her back, moving to lick and suck at her bright-red cunt as she squirmed and squealed in protest-- attempting feebly to pry your face from between her legs.

"Y/n," She whined, trying desperately to push you away with what little strength remained in her tired limbs. You simply chuckled to yourself as you continued to devour her, savoring her taste as she writhed beneath you. After a few moments, you finally pulled back and wiped the remaining fluids from your lips before removing the blindfold from Abby's face. The moment she saw your disheveled state, her eyes widened slightly and a blush rose to her cheeks as she quickly averted her gaze. You wore a few of her scratches on various parts of your body, and you looked like you'd just run a marathon-- your perfect tits (that she loved) rising and falling with each of your exasperated breaths. Bright-pink dildo hanging from your soft hips, practically dripping in her juices.

"You're so beautiful," She whispered, her gaze returning to meet yours once more as she brought a hand up to caress your cheek. Unintentionally ignoring her as you struggled to remove the contraption from your hips, sighing in relief when you finally managed to do so. You tossed the toy aside and climbed over her, moving to straddle her hips as you raised her leg to rest over your shoulder.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her tone hesitant and confused as she tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down by the force of your hand against her sternum.

"I'm not done with you yet," You replied matter-of-factly, positioning yourself so that your center hovered directly above hers. You pressed your palm against her knee, spreading her legs apart as you lowered yourself onto her lap.

"Oh..." She trailed off, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt your slick heat press against her own.

The two of you moaned simultaneously as your folds brushed together, sending waves of pleasure throughout your bodies. Your hands moved to grip her hips as you rocked your own against them, grinding yourself against her as she bucked upward, desperate for friction. The feeling was overwhelming, causing both of your bodies to tremble violently as you continued to grind against each other. Soon, your movements grew sloppier and less coordinated, but neither of you seemed to care as you approached your climaxes. The room filled with the sounds of your moans and screams as you continued to ride one another, chasing after your releases. After a few more minutes, Abby let out a final gasp and arched her back, shaking as she came undone underneath you, sopping-wet cunt squirting it's plentiful release all over your lower abdomen. You followed soon after, unable to hold back any longer as your white release mixed into the mess of fluids beneath both of your forms. You fell forward, pressing your forehead against hers as you caught your breath. The two of you stayed like that for a while, listening to each other's ragged breathing as you attempted to recover. Eventually, you pulled away and slowly stood from the bed, making your way to the bathroom to grab a towel. Once you returned, you found Abby laying motionless on the mattress, eyes shut tightly as she took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. You knelt beside her and began gently cleaning the mix of sweat and cum from her exhausted body. She hummed softly, appreciating the gentle touches as you worked, careful not to wake her. After a few minutes, you finished and crawled back into bed beside her, pulling the blanket over both of you as you curled up next to her.

"How're you feeling, honey?" You asked quietly, tracing patterns along her sculpted forearms.

"Tired," She replied simply, twitching a bit at your tender touches.

"Sit up, please," You coaxed, helping her up until her back met your chest as you shifted to lean your own against the expanse of the headboard. "Thank you,"

Fatigued fingers drew themselves through her dark blonde hair as you gently combed the knots from it before collecting it all in one hand. Softly, you braided her hair into a beautiful fishtail-- just as she liked-- before giving it a gentle and playful tug, silently indicating your completion. With a weak smile, she nuzzled her face into your chest-- much too tired and fucked-out to fully access the softness and meaning of what you'd just done.

In all honesty, so were you. You'd just briefly remembered her telling you how Owen preferred it down.

-

[baldurs-gape]

Gap in the Resume

In a way, Gale should have been grateful to Elminster, the man had pulled strings to get him the interview. Life was all well and good but he did feel a little guilty for relying so heavily on Astarion, not to mention it was setting a bad example that they made ends meet through skills of theft and contract killings. Determined to make an honest life, Gale had started job hunting once life had started to settle a bit and his hands weren't quite so full. Brushing out an invisible wrinkle from his tunic, he waited on the creaky leather sofa. Finally, the door opened.

"Mr. Dekarios?"

Standing so quickly his vision speckled, Gale tried to look confident as he approached the Dean of the school. It wasn't Blackstaff, he couldn't go back there, not after everything but a less prestigious school might just be what he needed.

"Good to meet you, and please, call me Gale." He shook hands with her eagerly and settled on the even less comfortable chair by the impressive desk.

"Elminster has talked highly about you and your skills. It made me think that perhaps you were a little too modest on your CV."

"Yes, well, some things are easier to explain in words than with in on paper."

The Dean looked at him over her glasses with a smile. "Well, here's your chance, Gale. Why would an ex-Chosen of Mystra herself want to teach at our school of all places?"

Rather than say that he was scraping the barrell and needed his old mentor's help in getting honest work, Gale tried to smile, cleared his throat and straightened his back. He'd rehearsed this, it was going to be fine, smooth even."

"Teaching has been somewhat thrust upon me in the last eight years or so. It's a little difficult to always keep track of time in the Underdark. It wasn't a career I had ever really entertained until I got firsthand experience of how rewarding it could be."

So far so good, the Dean nodded along and settled back with a more relaxed posture. Emboldened, Gale decided it was better to throw in some examples to back his words up.

"Perhaps my proudest moment as a teacher was when I took a small group on an expedition towards Lenore's tower and we encountered yet another minotaur - I swear they are the cockroaches of the Underdark - and the six with me made a meal of it." The somewhat puzzled look he received had him rushing to explain. "Before it would have been a lot of snapping and snarling at each other, more blood wasted than drank. Sebastian had a nasty habit of trying to claw the eyes out of anyone who so much as was near him when drinking. Yet there he was, happily sharing the bounty with five others!"

"Mr. Dekarios, Gale-" the Dean held up a finger, "-just what exactly do you teach? I was under the impression you were a wizard."

"I am!" Indignant, Gale huffed. "But you try teaching magic to 7000 feral vampire spawn. Manners had to come first."

"Seven. Thousand. Vampire. Spawn."

Nodding with vigour, Gale's arms came into play as he began to explain.

"We were responsible for them after freeing them. Well, first we had to sort out the Netherbrain while the Gur rounded them up and kept them safe from everyone including themselves. It wasn't like we could abandon them. I happen to take responsibility very seriously. It began with a book club for the more recently turned and those interested and just grew from there." Barely stopping to take a breath, he continued, "Trust me, I wanted to show them the wonders of magic but some of them couldn't even read, a tracesty if you ask me."

A strained smile appeared on the Dean's face. She sat primly, hands clasped on the table between them.

"Did this happen after your status as Chosen was revoke?"

"Yes. Well, not immediately. I spent a year trying to tame the Netherese orb in my chest." At that, the Dean looked alarmed. "Don't worry, it's all taken care of now, it's old news. But for a year I worked heavily on the research of the elimination of Netherese fragments bonded to a human entity. Alas before I could refine my findings and publish, a Nautiloid snatched me up as I was hanging my washing. Now, I know mindflayers don't have emotions in the same capacity but it was downright rude. Then they put the tadpole in my brain."

By that point the strained smile had fallen away and the Dean was outright alarmed, edging away from the table and away from Gale. Off script and caught up in the story, he wasn't slowing down.

"Anyway, you've probably heard of the Baldur's Gate Netherbrain incident. That was me and a couple of others who are now good friends of mine. But try putting that on a resume. It wasn't relevant to teaching magic really. I don't want to walk into the classroom as some mighty hero, I just want to be normal and treated as such. And now the spawn as all mostly settled, I feel I can leave them without fear of any incidents. I did so enjoy teaching them that I thought; why not? I could do this with young people. They'll probably be more likely to singe off your eyebrows by mistake than try to drain you of blood. Much cheaper if you ask me, scrolls of revivify used to make up a good 70% of our weekly expenses."

Tirade over, Gale leaned back in his chair and sighed, glad to have got that all out. A little sheepish at having gone so far off script, he offered a tiny smile. "Do you have any other questions about the gap in my resume? Because I don't think I touched on the mental health of students. Mystra demanded repeatedly that I kill myself. It is safe to say I wouldn't ever be anything but accepting and nurturing of even the most frustrating minds in the classroom. They're safe with me."

"Actually," the Dean's voice was a little breathy, "I think you've been very informative, thank you. I can let you know the outcome of the interview in the next tenday once all interviews for the position have concluded. Thank you so much for coming in today."

She stood and Gale copied. This time she didn't stand close to usher him out the room, a rather large amount of space was left between them. Gale's heart sank. It wasn't the first time an interview ended so abruptly and with such false smiles. Nodding, he turned to the door and left.

Outside, Astarion was leaning against the wall, covered from head to toe for safety.

"How did it go?" he asked.

Sadly, Gale shook his head and deflated. "I went off script. At least she didn't call security I guess?"

"Not to worry. We'll find a place. Hells, we could probably even found it, the Underdark Academy, a place for the unruly to come and be transformed into etiquette experts. What do you think?"

Laughing, Gale bumped their shoulders and sighed, trying to let go of the disappointment that had settled in his gut.

"You say the sweetest things to me, don't you?"

Their hands tangled until fingers interlaced and Astarion pulled it up to press a kiss to the back of Gale's. This job wasn't to be but that was alright. They had all the time in the world to figure it all out. And for Gale to discover that while he was in the interview, Astarion had stolen anything that moved from the school.

[gleamingyu]

anti-hero.

part II of the midnights series. inspired by taylor swift’s midnights. part I

pairing: music-producer!seungcheol x lawyer!fem!reader [exes-to-lovers]

genre: angst. fluff.

warnings: she/her pronouns for reader (but no specific physical characteristics). a bucketload of angst (i'm so sorry). light cursing. terrible knowledge of law stuff. so much crying yikes. miscommunication & misunderstandings. mentions of drinking and allusions to driving under the influence (do not do that ever!!). reader might seem a bit unlikeable in this chapter, but it's all part of the plot, okay?? she's trying her best. mentions of intimacy and sex (??), nothing graphic tho. slow burn. alternating povs. jihan as my lovely, beautiful, in love babies (yes they're a couple). some petnames (baby, babe). flashbacks are in italics. lower caps intended [if there’s anything i missed, please let me know!]

word count: approx. 8.1k (idk what happened)

notes: finally managed to work on my baby again. i'm sorry for the long wait but i had a lot of shit going on :/ thank you to everyone who showed love on the first part, i love each and every single on of you!! once again, likes, reblogs and comments are more than appreciated :)

summary: seungcheol wants to fix things; you want to avoid him at all costs. one thing is for sure, though. neither of you will have closure until you talk.

four months ago

the silence ringing inside seungcheol’s ears was even louder than the ambient noise of the restaurant he found himself in.

he genuinely couldn’t believe you were doing this to him again. the time was nearing 8 p.m., almost an hour later than when you were supposed to be here, and seungcheol was trying very hard to ignore the pitiful glances the waiters were not-so-subtly throwing him. he didn’t know what frustrated him more; the fact this was the seventh date you were clearly canceling on, or that you hadn’t updated him on your whereabouts in almost half an hour. if you weren’t going to show up, the least you could do is call and let seungcheol know you were gonna meet him at home.

home. funny how the word no longer brought a sense of peace in seungcheol’s heart.

just as he was about to get up and leave, seungcheol felt his phone buzz in the pocket of his pants, and his heart soared when he saw your name displayed on the screen. maybe you were going to make it after all, maybe you could still enjoy the nice evening he had planned, maybe…

“cheol… i’m so sorry.”

you were not coming.

seungcheol could tell from the apologetic tone in your voice. he didn’t even hear the next words that came from your end, whatever excuse you had to offer getting lost in the sound of his heart breaking. the grip he had on his phone was the only thing anchoring him in that moment, his eyes closed as he was trying to push down the tears that were threatening to spill out. he could hear you calling his name, are you there? but all he could offer was an “i’ll see you at home” before ending the call.

there was no part of you that was ready to face what awaited you on the other side of your apartment door.

the day hadn’t gone as you’d planned. you knew seungcheol had plans for the two of you that evening, so you had decided to wake up and go to the office earlier than usual in order to finish what you were working on in time for your date. but when you woke up that morning, you found seungcheol in the kitchen, diligently trying his best at making breakfast for the two of you. you melted at the sight of your boyfriend wearing your peach-colored apron – and nothing underneath but a pair of sweatpants – and you didn’t have the heart to turn him down when he oh-so-gleefully presented you with what could only be described as an admirable attempt at pancakes. moments like these were rare in your lives, with both of your hectic schedules and whatnot, so you sat down and enjoyed the warmth that came from the food, the sun coming in through the curtains, and seungcheol’s smile.

the sense of peace that came with spending the morning with seungcheol quickly dispersed once you arrived at the office and realized you were late, which gave your boss – mr. moon, a pathetic, greedy, and cruel excuse of a man who lived to make the lives of his employees a living hell – the perfect excuse to make you his target of the day. in addition to the case you were supposed to work on, mr. moon decided to dump on you stacks of paperwork that apparently needed to be taken care of by tonight, a task that normally a damn paralegal could take care of – no offense to paralegals.

normally you wouldn’t put up with this type of behavior. you weren’t raised to let people just walk all over you as they damn pleased. but around the office, there was one unspoken rule that everyone learned as soon as they started working here; ‘whatever mr. moon says, goes.’ besides, moon was the only person on the board of directors that could veto promotions in the firm, so until you could see the words senior associate inscribed under your name on the door of your office, you’d have to shut your mouth and take whatever was thrown at you with your head held high.

that isn’t to say that sometimes you wished mr. moon would get hit by a bus, ‘mean girls’ style. today had been one of those days, as the hours trickled by, closer and closer to when you should leave for your date with seungcheol, and yet mr. moon seemed to have a continuous stream of tasks that needed to be done, by you specifically. you realized you would never make it in time to see seungcheol, and so, tonight marked the seventh date you had to cancel because of work.

now, with the time on your phone reading 22:32, you were standing outside your apartment, bracing yourself for the talk you knew you were going to have with seungcheol. letting out a big exhale, you punched in the door code and let yourself in, the quietness of the apartment immediately enveloping you.

for a split second, you thought seungcheol might have gone to sleep already, but the faint sound of glass redirected you towards the kitchen, where you found said man standing by the kitchen island, nursing a glass of wine. you recognized the bottle mingyu had gifted him on his birthday that year, some fancy brand you’d never heard of before. as you stepped closer, the dim light of the kitchen finally illuminating you, seungcheol turned towards you, an inscrutable look on his face.

after four years of learning, knowing, loving seungcheol, you prided yourself in being able to discern what he was feeling at any given moment. but now, standing in front of him, you were scared to admit that you couldn’t read whatever feelings his eyes held. it made you feel uneasy, the way it seemed like he was looking through you, into you, and you wished you could come up with something to say to disturb the uncomfortable silence, but saying i’m sorry seemed redundant in that moment.

“a bit late, isn’t it?” seungcheol spoke up, and your heart clenched at the cold, almost mocking tone of his voice.

“i know, but i couldn’t get out faster. no matter what i said, my boss kept piling up my work and i just… i couldn’t. i’m so sorry… you know i wanted to come, more than anything. i really did,” you said, silently pleading that seungcheol would forgive you.

“i’m sure you did,” seungcheol gruffed, turning his attention back to the wine before him.

“cheol… don’t be like this, please…” you tried getting closer to him, but his body whipped towards you, his eyes narrowing at you.

“like what, exactly? angry? frustrated? sad? disappointed? i can be like that, actually, seeing as this is the seventh time in 3 months you’ve ditched me for work, apparently!” seungcheol spewed, making you take several steps back. your body tenses.

“‘apparently?’ what is that supposed to mean?”

“i don’t know, it just seems very unlikely that you’d have to sometimes spend more than twelve hours at work. i mean, you’re a lawyer, aren’t you? surely, you should know everything about workplace laws,” seungcheol bit back. he’s never spoken to you like this before, ever, the mockery in his voice surely aimed to hurt you. you felt anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach, but you tried your best to stay calm, for the sake of both of you.

“seungcheol,” you said, and you couldn’t help feeling a twinge of satisfaction seeing his eyebrows raise in surprise after hearing you use his full name. “if you have something to say, i’d rather you just do it, instead of insinuating it.”

seungcheol fell quiet for a moment, glancing down at his feet. “i meant it when i said i was held back at work, cheol. why would i lie about that?” you continued.

“for the past two years that you’ve been working there, you know i never once met any of your coworkers? i’ve never even stepped foot into your office, for god’s sake! you’ve been to my studio countless of times, you know the people i’m closest to, i’ve invited you to all the events the label organizes, so i just can’t understand! i don’t understand why you’re dead-set on keeping me away from that part of your life! and it makes me think… it makes me feel like i’m not enough, like you’re ashamed of me–”

“that’s absolutely not true, cheol!” you jumped in. you couldn’t even entertain the thought of seungcheol feeling self-conscious because of you, when it was the furthest thing you wanted. “i think you’re the most talented person i know, the most passionate, hard-working, smart… beautiful… i could never be ashamed of you.”

unshed tears were clinging to both of your lashes, heavy breathing echoing around the kitchen. how could you let things get so bad?

“it made me think there was someone else,” seungcheol breathes out.

the air gets stuck in your throat, the tears brimming in your eyes finally sliding down your face. “cheol… how could… there never was anyone! i swear, all the nights i would come home late, it was because of my work! i swear, i would never… you’re the only person that’s ever on my mind…”

silence fell over you and seungcheol, the words thrown between you slowly sinking in. seungcheol sniffled, taking a seat at the round table in the middle of the kitchen; you wished you could go to him, gather him in your arms, even though he’s too big to fit in completely, but you knew that this was probably the last thing seungcheol wanted from you in that moment.

“why don’t you quit?”

seungcheol looked up to you, the sadness in his gaze so intense it made you look away, knowing you’re to blame for it. “you complain so much about it… the hours, the work, the boss, the people. why can’t you just leave?”

you breathed in, thinking over seungcheol’s words. “because… because i love doing what i do. i feel about law the way you feel about music. it’s just the environment that’s shitty. but it’s something… that’s mine. and the kind of opportunities i got at this firm… people just starting out, like me, don’t come by them very often usually.”

there was a pause as seungcheol mulled over your words. a part of you thought, hoped, that the way the conversation was going would lead to fixing things, but then seungcheol spoke up again, and you knew. there was no fixing, not anymore.

“i was yours, too. and i would’ve never chosen music over you.”

“you say that now, but if you were put in a situation where you had to choose, i don’t think you’d have as easy of a time as you say.”

“i guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.”

and that was the end of it.

three days after your unexpected reunion with seungcheol, you find yourself back at PLEDIS, ready to tackle jihoon’s case.

the morning had gone on normally enough, with people coming in to give their testimonies regarding jihoon, his work and their relationships with him. as expected, no one had come forward with any potentially harmful or negative remarks about him, everyone applauding him for his tireless dedication to the label and the artists he worked with, as well as marveling at his seemingly innate musical talent and creativity. this was no surprise to you; having known jihoon for almost as long as you’d known seungcheol, you witnessed first-hand jihoon’s mastery of his craft, on multiple occasions. and now, with all the information you had gathered in the past three hours since arriving at PLEDIS, you were starting to feel more confident about winning this lawsuit.

initially, you had no intention of taking on jihoon’s case. the previous weekend, when mr. moon had called you in, you arrived at the firm with your mind set on demanding a break. in the past months, you might as well have changed your home address to the office, seeing as you had been working non-stop on one case after another, pulling countless sleepless nights and taking on extra paperwork as favors to some of your coworkers. and after finding out what the case was actually about, you were even more adamant about turning it down. but all the excuses you offered mr. moon were effectively shut down, leaving you almost begging the man to pass the case to someone else.

before you could use your past relationship with the other in-house music producer working at PLEDIS as an excuse, mr. moon delivered the lowest of low blows. “you know, a high profile case like this could attract lots of new clients for the firm… and put you right on the track for senior associate.”

there was no use arguing anymore after that. moon knew how much you wanted that promotion, and you were honestly not surprised to see him using it against you in order to force you into doing whatever work he wanted you to. so you shut your mouth, took the case, and then went home and cried.

yes, you cried. moving on.

seeing seungcheol again, and unexpectedly so, definitely set you a few steps back in whatever emotional healing you had done in the past few months. and it definitely made you doubt your own abilities as a lawyer. if you couldn’t put aside your personal feelings and instead focus on helping a guy who was being wrongfully accused, were you even meant to practice the law? but you had worked far too hard and sacrificed far too much to let these thoughts cloud your judgment and confidence, so you told yourself that even if you had to be in seungcheol’s proximity for the foreseeable future, your main priority was winning this case. for jihoon, and for yourself.

of course, planning to ignore the obvious feelings you still harbored for your ex-boyfriend was way easier than actually ignoring them. now, as you were gathering your things to meet wonwoo in the conference room he was stationed in, you were also mentally preparing yourself for the off-chance that you would bump into seungcheol again. considering how your luck’s been going in the past few weeks, you think the chances are pretty high.

walking through the halls of PLEDIS felt oddly familiar, and yet strange at the same time. when you and seungcheol first started dating, the label was just starting out, carrying all its business in a measly two-story building on the outskirts of town. you felt a tiny knot forming at the back of your throat, thinking how crazy it was to have witnessed the immense growth that seungcheol went through as an artist and a person, and now, to be walking amongst the fruits of the labor of his work, and so many other people’s, who built the label from the ground up.

as you grow nearer to the conference room where wonwoo was most likely waiting for you, you suddenly catch a whiff of a scent all too familiar to you. musky notes of jasmine and bergamot fill your senses, and for a brief moment, you feel an almost supernatural pull urging you to follow the indistinguishable fragrance.

you know exactly where it leads. but now is not the time.

before you can push the door open and walk into the room, your phone’s screen lights up with a text message. ‘hey honey. can you call when you have the time? she’s not having a very good day…’

you sigh, before dialing your mom’s number.

four years ago

seungcheol always smelled divine.

over the years, you’d heard so many of your friends go on and on about their boyfriends’ perfumes, and how once they found the right scent, they could charm the pants off of them with just the smell of their cologne. to you, that idea seemed entirely far-fetched, because, after all, people aren’t dogs. who in their right mind would base their selection of a partner on something as feeble as smell? even more so, an artificial smell, that didn’t even last forever.

clearly, since a few weeks ago, you haven’t been in your right mind, because you swore there was nothing better in this world than the way seungcheol smelled.

all your friends kept telling you that they’d never seen you act like this before. the honeymoon phase of your relationship had hit you pretty hard, and you were completely smitten with cheol. his smile, his eyes, his dimples, his laugh, his hair, his charm… and his scent, you couldn’t get enough of him. and now, as you were making your way towards PLEDIS together, you couldn’t help but wish you could nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and stay there forever.

it was your first time seeing where seungcheol worked. you had been wanting to see his studio ever since he had first told you about his job (and proved that he wasn’t one of those wannabe soundcloud rappers or whatever), but considering the label wasn’t exactly in a central location, getting there proved slightly difficult. not to mention that most days, your classes ran pretty late, and seungcheol shared his studio with jihoon, the other music producer at PLEDIS, which meant you couldn’t pop in whenever you had a window of free time, so as to not disturb them.

that night, however, seungcheol decided you deserved a break from your studies, and since your midterms were coming up, it might have been one of the last times you could afford to go out before getting swept up in the craziness of exam season. so after your last class of the day, seungcheol picked you up from campus and drove you outside of town, where PLEDIS stood.

“are you absolutely sure it’s alright for me to be here? i don’t want you to get in trouble with your… superiors, if that’s what you call them,” you said, walking up the stairs closely behind cheol.

“i already told you, it’s fine! besides, you’re not planning to steal any confidential information and spread it online, are you?” he teased, stopping in front of a door that you assumed was his studio.

“hmm, i don’t know… what makes you think i’m not secretly working for one of your competitors?”

seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head, before looking back at you. “oh, baby, you and i both know you like me too much to hurt me so,” he said, finally unlocking the door and letting you step inside.

well, he wasn’t wrong.

to most people, seungcheol and jihoon’s studio might not have looked like much. it held all the standard recording and mixing equipment one would expect to find there, along with personal touches from the boys, like pictures with their friends, some posters, a couple of cd racks, as well as a couch and two huge leather desk chairs. one the other side, inside the recording booth, you could see a keyboard, a couple of guitars, and a drum set, as well as some microphones, of course. to someone who’s never stepped foot in a recording studio before, like you, the place was amazing. and not just because cheol worked in there.

“i know it’s not a lot…” seungcheol mumbles, moving besides you, his arm stretched out in a way that said you could walk around.

your hands grazed the equipment on his desk, holding yourself back in fear of breaking something. “i like it, cheol. it’s homely, and cozy. definitely a good space to get those creative juices flowing,” you gave him a genuine smile, which you could tell instantly put him at ease from the way his shoulders visibly relaxed. he grinned at you, pulling up next to you by the sound board.

“you wanna see how the magic happens?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. you couldn’t help but groan, rolling your eyes.

“cheol, that was so cheesy… but yes, i do. please,” you said, giddy smiles taking over both of your faces.

“okay! come here,” he said, pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his desk chair. you felt your cheeks heat up at his actions, so natural and nonchalant, totally unaware of the effect he had on you. how could he be so oblivious, and quite literally torture you so? being so close to him now, his cologne starting to overpower your senses, you were sure to go dizzy.

“i’m gonna use one of the demos i have here, but for the record, i did not play anything for you while you were here, got it?” seungcheol said, opening an audio file on his laptop.

“yes, sir!” you gave him a wink, his ears turning red. cute.

for the next couple of minutes, seungcheol gives you a rundown on the soundboard, showing you what goes into recording and mixing a song, and even letting you play around with the different settings for pitch and autotune. even though it was all very interesting, nothing compared to just watching seungcheol’s excitement and passion while talking about music. every time your conversations would somehow turn towards music, his face would light up like a kid’s on christmas morning, his whole body animatedly gesturing while he rattled on about his favorite artists and composers, whatever new album came out that week, and even why a song with a good bass line is guaranteed to become a hit (yes, that was an actual discussion the two of you had once). seeing the obvious love he harbored for this art form made you ten times more enamored with him. you could already tell his passion and hard work were going to take him places, and you couldn’t wait to see it all.

“cheol? how did you know you wanted to do music?” you asked, turning to look up at your boyfriend.

“oh, wow, we’re going for the deep stuff, huh?” he laughed.

“you don’t have to share if you don’t want to, i was just curious… you always talk so passionately about it, i could just tell it means a lot to you.”

seungcheol sighed, leaning back into the chair. “it’s alright. i really don’t know how i got here, to be honest. i’ve always been interested in music, and found myself writing and experimenting with sound. one day, i just knew that i couldn’t really picture myself doing anything else. so i focused on that and worked my ass off, i guess.”

“well, clearly?! we’re sitting in your own studio! i’d say you’re doing pretty great,” you exclaimed, smiling at seungcheol’s blushing cheeks. “you should be proud of yourself, cheol, really.”

seungcheol can’t even look at you right now, too overcome with giddiness at the onslaught of compliments you’re suddenly throwing his way. instead, he shoves his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling a quiet ‘thanks.’

“is it hard to come up with new music?” you continue, playing with the strings of the hoodie he was wearing.

“hmm, it depends,” his voice is muffled, and you flinch at the ticklish feeling of his breath fanning on your neck. “there are days when i can put down a whole song and melody at once; sometimes it takes me weeks to be satisfied with a song i’m working on. but lately i’ve been feeling more… inspired than usual, so it’s been going pretty well.”

you turn your face towards him, a teasing smile stretching across your lips. “oh, really? how come?”

seungcheol returns your smile, his fingers pressing slightly harder into your skin where they sat on your waist. “just someone i met recently… they’re really nice and beautiful and funny and smart,” now it was your turn to grow shy, feeling your cheeks and chest grow warm at the implication of his words. “but i think jihoon is growing tired of all the ballads i’ve been writing.”

you both fall into a fit of giggles, your faces so impossibly close, your noses brush. “poor jihoon… whatever will he do?” you whisper, and before you can breathe in again, seungcheol’s lips fall against yours.

the air in your lungs dissipates in seconds. your entire body is ablaze, and you swear your hearing no longer registers the music playing from seungcheol’s laptop, instead becoming attuned to the sound of cheol’s soft sighs. you want this moment to last forever, to melt into his embrace, ingrain yourself into his very existence. his lips grow more and more fervent against yours, and you swear your mind goes blank, the only thought even going through your head in that moment a chant of his name. cheol, cheol, cheol, cheol…

later that night, once you’re home, getting ready for bed, you catch a whiff of seungcheol’s cologne again, the scents of his perfume imbued into your sweatshirt. you can’t help but smile like an idiot.

you didn’t wash that sweatshirt for a week after.

no matter how much seungcheol loved his friends, he couldn’t go on another second hearing jeonghan and joshua discuss whether they should choose lilies or hydrangeas for their wedding (because the good ol’ rose is too much of a cliche, apparently, according to joshua).

an exasperated sigh escaped him, his whole body slouching from the weight of the gloom he was carrying. jeonghan and joshua, who had been animatedly bantering over wedding preparations, suddenly go quiet, their heads snapping up to look at their friend. if this was a cartoon, they swore you would see a huge, gray cloud hanging above his head.

“alright, you gotta tell us what’s got you all pouty and gloomy, because this? this is just sad, cheol,” said joshua, gesturing at seungcheol’s crouched figure.

he sighed again, but straightened his back this time. the truth was, nothing particularly bad had happened today. but the day hadn’t gone as seungcheol had initially planned.

that morning, seungcheol had arrived at work determined to talk to you. seeing you again earlier that week had broken down the walls seungcheol had put up in the months following your breakup, and all the emotions he had tried pushing behind those walls – anger, sadness, frustration, yearning, love – were slowly, but surely, seeping back in. there was no point denying it anymore; seungcheol was not ready to let go just yet.

taking jihoon’s advice to heart, he decided to ‘grow some balls’ and initiate a discussion with you, one that you probably should’ve had before any of the shit that went down between the two of you could’ve gone down. seungcheol knew, deep down, that you were hiding something, and thought that once both of your cards were out on the table, you could either work on fixing what’s been broken, or you could both gain some closure and move on with your lives.

seungcheol was desperately hoping for the first option.

either way, whatever plans seungcheol had made were quickly put on hold when he arrived at his meeting and only found your colleague, jeon wonwoo, waiting for him in the conference room. he’d made himself look like an idiot, bluntly asking about your whereabouts, disappointment clear on his face at your lack of presence, which only got him an inscrutable look from wonwoo (who made a mental note to check in with you about this little outburst, for safety reasons). wonwoo hadn’t mentioned anything about you throughout the interview, which in retrospect, seungcheol realized, was more than normal, considering wonwoo probably had no idea that the two of you even dated before. if anyone at your firm would’ve known about your previous relationship, he imagines you wouldn’t even be here, working on this case. conflict of interest and all.

in the end, seungcheol had no idea whether you were even at PLEDIS at all, and didn’t even have time to ask around for you, having a number of recording sessions planned for the rest of the morning. it wasn’t until jeonghan called and invited him out for lunch with him and joshua, that seungcheol left his studio again. when his friends greeted him outside the restaurant they decided on, they held back from commenting on his sulky expression.

seungcheol didn’t tell them that he had half a mind to turn down their invitation when he heard where the couple wanted to meet. IL GRATO was your favorite place in town (you used to say because it was where seungcheol had taken you on your first date), and the restaurant held plenty of the many happy memories you and seungcheol had made over the years. obviously, seungcheol wasn’t particularly keen on revisiting them today, but he didn’t want to seem more pathetic than he already felt, so he shut up and pretended everything was fine.

that didn’t last long, evidently.

“why don’t you just call her? she’s obligated to answer, now that she’s working on jihoon’s situation, right? ask to schedule a meeting with her or something,” jeonghan said, sipping on his glass of prosecco.

“and what reason could i give her for a meeting? that jeon dude already asked me anything he could about jihoon, so i can’t use anything about the case,” seungcheol mumbled. “and saying i wanna discuss the clear unresolved feelings left between us is guaranteed to get her to hang up on me.”

joshua, who had been intently listening to seungcheol’s whines, suddenly perks up, grabbing seungcheol’s shoulder. “cheol, didn’t you mention jeon said he still had some interviews lined up after lunch time?”

seungcheol frowned. “yeah? what difference does it make?”

“well, dumbass, if Y/N was in fact at PLEDIS all this time, that means that she’s probably in one of the conference rooms on the same floor as him. and since most staff clock out at 5 p.m., i’d say you still have about half an hour to go back, find her, and talk to her. like you said you wanted,” joshua explained pointedly, giving seungcheol a look that screamed you have to do it or else i will hurt you.

joshua was right. how could he have been so stupid, to completely overlook what wonwoo had mentioned off-handedly at the end of their meeting. he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you and wonwoo had split up to cover more ground in collecting testimonies, and now he was at risk of completely missing his chance to see you, unless he hauled ass to PLEDIS immediately.

seungcheol shot up from his seat, quickly gathering his things and throwing his credit card on the table, before dashing for the front door. “you guys are the best! lunch is on me!” he shouted, before taking off running.

jeonghan and joshua look at each other, before bursting into giggles. jeonghan sighs, “i need them to resolve this issue before the wedding, really. i won’t be able to handle it if seungcheol mopes around during the whole ceremony.”

joshua cooed, rolling his eyes. “you simply can’t rush love, babe,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to his lover’s cheek.

jeonghan rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the spreadsheet full of wedding prep details laid out on the table. a mischievous glint gleamed in his eyes, as he turned to look at joshua. “so, my dear joshuji, how about lilies for the flower displays?”

“JEONGHAN, I SAID NO!”

nine months ago

when you and seungcheol arrived at IL GRATO, jeonghan and joshua were already inside, patiently waiting at the table they had booked for your party of four, wearing two oddly calm smiles on their faces.

to say you and seungcheol weren’t suspicious at all would be a lie.

jeonghan had called earlier that week to invite the two of you on a double date that weekend – which wasn’t unusual, since the four of you had been going on dates like these since forever  – but what had put you and seungcheol on edge was the ‘news’ jeonghan mentioned he and joshua had to share.

you and seungcheol had been going through a rough patch in the past two weeks, and this fact wasn’t unknown to your group of friends. the two of you were not the type to air out your dirty laundry, so for your friends to notice the growing tension between you meant that things were truly going badly. even though neither you or seungcheol had verbalized this to each other, you were both worried that tonight’s double date was just a cover up for an intervention, aimed to make you and seungcheol work through whatever it was bothering you two. jeonghan and joshua were seungcheol’s oldest and closest friends, and they never shied away from confronting seungcheol (and you, after you were welcomed into their friend group), especially when it came to his well-being, both physical and mental. you had been preparing your defense all week, just in case they decided to bring the situation up (and you also realized how desperately you needed a break from work).

after settling in and exchanging common pleasantries about your lives and work, the four of you put in your orders (jeonghan ordering the most expensive bottle of champagne on the menu, much to yours and seungcheol’s surprise), and after the waiter brought the drinks along, you decided to bite the bullet and ask the question that had been bothering you all week.

“so, you two said you had some news to share, right?”

jeonghan and joshua exchange a secretive look, and you only just notice the blush that seems to grace their faces. they looked like teenagers in love. you couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of envy.

“i guess there’s no reason to beat around the bush…” joshua said, looking again towards jeonghan.

“we’re getting married!” the other continues, leaning back into his seat to throw an arm around joshua, grinning from ear to ear.

silence falls over the table, as you and seungcheol drink in jeonghan’s revelation. you jump out of your seat, genuine excitement and joy overtaking you, as you walk around the table to hug and congratulate the two men. a string of high-pitched ‘oh my gods’ leave your lips, gaining the attention of a few other restaurant patrons, but you honestly couldn’t care less, too happy for your dear friends to pay attention to them.

as you make your way back to your seat, holding tightly onto joshua’s hand, you notice that seungcheol was eerily quiet, silently watching his friends, his eyes wide and unblinking. you lay a hand onto his arm, squeezing. “cheol… aren’t you going to say something?” you whisper.

that seems to snap him out of his daze, a gasp escaping him, before his hands come up to cover his face. you, joshua, and jeonghan exchange a concerned look, completely blindsided by seungcheol’s unexpected reaction, since he was as one of jeonghan and joshua’s loudest supporters (he had been betting on the two of them getting together since they were teenagers). but before either of you can say something else, seungcheol looks up, unshed tears swimming along his lash line.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “i just can’t… believe… that neither of you told me! you traitors! you were planning to get engaged and i just find out at the same time as everyone else?” seungcheol pouts, his dramatics leaving the rest of you in tears.

“hey! what is that supposed to mean?” you tease, trying to calm your laughter down.

“no offense, baby, but me and the boys? we have history,” seungcheol winks, before turning back to his friends. “which means i should have priority to all life-changing news in your lives!”

the table falls into laughter once again, before jeonghan and joshua proceed to give you and seungcheol all the details he was claiming they had been keeping away from him. the rest of the evening goes like this, drinks and food shared around, and you almost forget about whatever problems your own relationship has been having, too busy reveling in the love radiating from the couple in front of you.

that night, on the drive home, you and seungcheol fall into comfortable silence, a first in the past weeks. you don’t know if it’s the buzz from the alcohol you drank, or the crooning voice of whatever singer was playing on the radio, but you can’t help but look over to seungcheol’s side, your eyes glancing over the side of his face. he was so handsome, cheeks blushed and hair messy from tonight’s laughter. you wanted to lean over and run the tips of your fingers over the edges of his face, pour everything you couldn’t say into just one touch. please forgive me, just trust me…

“what’s the staring for?” seungcheol speaks, and you whip your head around, looking out the window on your side.

“ah, i wasn’t staring!” you mumble, feeling your face grow hot. “was just thinking… about tonight.”

he smiles, briefly glancing your way. “me too,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

a beat passes before seungcheol speaks up again. “when we get married, what would you want our wedding to be like?”

your heart swells when you realize he said ‘when’ instead of ‘if,’ but you can’t help but tease him a little bit. “‘when?’ i haven’t even said ‘yes’ yet, cheollie,” you smirk, turning your face towards him again.

evidently, seungcheol catches onto your little joke, but he plays into it. “emphasis on ‘yet’, baby. now answer the question!”

“okay, okay,” you chuckle. “well, i think i’d like something small… just our closest family and friends… maybe somewhere outside the city, like in the countryside, something like that,” you say decidedly, already daydreaming about all the possibilities.

“what about the beach? i think a beach wedding would be so cool… do you think your mom would let us have it at her beach house?” seungcheol says, an excited glimmer evident in his eyes.

he completely misses how your face falls at the mention of your mother, but you quickly mask it by nonchalantly agreeing with him. “i don’t see why not, she would probably love that…”

the rest of the drive goes by fast, the two of you bantering over silly wedding things like flowers, color palettes, and music selection (obviously), before you finally arrive home. inside, you both move lazily, drunk on love – or the leftover champagne in your systems – slowly undressing, stealing kisses, exchanging giggles and tantalizing looks… for the first time in weeks, you feel a sense of peace cover you, a quiet voice in the back of your mind assuring you that everything was going to be alright, and you embrace the feeling, falling into seungcheol as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears.

just as you’re about to fall into bed, your phone starts ringing from the floor of the bedroom, and at first you ignore it, too caught up in the feeling of seungcheol’s mouth against you, but the noise is insistent, and cheol detaches from you with a groan, urging you to see who’s bothering you in the middle of the night.

seungcheol can’t see the name on your screen, but when you tell him it’s your mom, he motions for you to take the call – she wouldn’t call this late unless there was an emergency, after all – but much to his surprise, you shuffle to find a shirt to put on, before you leave the room to take the call. from the bedroom, he can only hear muffled snippets of your conversation, and the tone of your voice is too ambiguous for him to guess how the talk is going.

when you come back, he doesn’t bring up the fact that you’d never gone to another room to take a call before. ever.

as soon as the clock on the wall reads 5 p.m., you bring the final interview you had scheduled for the day to an end, and as you say your goodbyes to the woman from the marketing department, wonwoo walks into the conference room, struggling to balance a stack of papers in his hands. you rush towards him, picking up part of the papers.

“woah, are these all the testimonies from your part of the staff?” you question, marveling at the size of the stack wonwoo brought in.

“yeah, crazy, isn’t it? i still can’t believe so many people came forward for this guy,” wonwoo replies, setting down his shoulder bag on the table. his shoulders seem tense, a whole day sitting at a desk clearly taking a toll on him.

“well, he’s clearly appreciated. everyone who i talked with only had good things to say about him,” you say nonchalantly, flicking through the papers, trying to pretend like you weren’t already aware of jihoon’s stellar reputation. each piece of paper seemed to be a reformulation of what the previous person mentioned, everybody mentioning similar qualities and compliments regarding him.

after you and wonwoo go over the information you both collected today, making a game plan for the next steps that needed to be taken, you both gather your things to finally go home for the day, exhaustion setting in. although the day hadn’t been particularly stressful, the possibility of bumping into seungcheol had caused you much more anxiety than usual, and you honestly couldn’t wait to get out of here and finally be able to breathe normally.

as you wait for the elevator – which seems to be taking its sweet time, moving in slow motion to the seventh floor – you hear wonwoo mumble under his breath, before he lets out an “oh, fucking hell.” ever the proper gentleman, he catches himself, and swiftly apologizes for his choice of words.

you chuckle, waving your hand to dismiss his unnecessary apology. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m missing some documents… i think i left them in the room i was in this morning, i’ll go after them. you go ahead and get going, i don’t want to hold you back any longer,” he explains, already turning around to head for the conference room.

“are you sure? i don’t mind wa–”

“i’m sure! go, you deserve to rest,” he shouts, disappearing around the corner of the hallway.

you sigh, shaking your head, but appreciating the gesture nevertheless. the elevator bell dings, and the doors open to reveal an empty cabin. you breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful for the silence. you press the button for the ground floor, and close your eyes, leaning against the back wall of the elevator, hoping to ease the sting that came from staring into a computer screen for a whole day.

your peace and quiet is short-lived however, as the elevator only manages to go down to the sixth floor before stopping again. you sigh, preparing yourself for the onslaught of tired employees who were most likely rushing to get home as well. however, when you open your eyes, there’s only one other pair staring into yours, and you feel all the air inside your lungs dissipating, leaving you breathless.

seungcheol is standing in front of you, wearing an equally speechless look on his face. the two of you stare at each other, almost as if you’re scared to move, in fear of disrupting the karmic force that brought this moment upon you even more. you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, feeling completely unprepared for this situation. you’d thought you were finally out of the woods, that you’d be able to go home in peace and not think about the case, about cheol, about anything anymore, at least for tonight.

clearly, the universe had other plans for you.

seungcheol seems to snap out of his daze when the doors of the elevator start to close again, his arm shooting out to stop them and finally stepping inside. as the doors close behind him and the elevator resumes its course downwards, you suddenly feel like the cabin is ten times smaller than it was a few moments ago, your body instinctively moving to one of the corners of the elevator. seungcheol naturally takes over the corner opposite from you, and you can feel his eyes on you with every step he takes.

you can’t fucking breathe, and you can’t believe he still has such a hold over your body.

“hi.”

“hi.”

you both say it at the same time, and under different circumstances, the two of you might’ve erupted in giggles at the coincidence. in this moment, however, the tension between you is so palpable, it’s almost constricting.

“how’s jihoon’s case going?” seungcheol asks, and you feel almost grateful for him taking the initiative to fill the silence.

“it’s good, yeah. we had a productive day, gathered a lot of info,” you say, clearing your throat. why were you being so goddamn awkward?

seungcheol nods, humming, silence filling the space once again. you dared to sneak a glance in his direction, noticing his furrowed brows and pursed mouth. four months could not erase everything you learned about cheol in four years, and you immediately recognized his ‘i’m trying to find the right words’ look. you sigh, knowing exactly what’s inevitably coming, so you decide to put seungcheol out of his misery.

“seungcheol,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. your eyes meet in the quiet of the elevator. “just ask me. just ask me what’s bothering you. at this point, should we even beat around the bush with each other anymore?”

seungcheol opens his mouth, then decides against it. he shakes his head, sighing, before looking back at you. “i’m not ready to let go yet,” he murmurs.

your voice trembles as you try to keep your tears at bay. “cheol… why are you doing this? i mean, why are you doing this to yourself?! things haven’t been working out between us for months, and i– i was terrible to you! you should let me go, why can’t you just… leave me alone?”

seungcheol’s eyes widen, an almost crazed glint appearing behind them. “leave– leave you alone? are you fucking kidding me?” his voice rises in volume, as he takes a few steps closer. “i can’t leave you alone, because i gave you four years of my fucking life, yeah? and in those years i learned all there is to know about you. unless everything you’ve ever told me was just an act, i’ve learned how to tell when you’re lying, and i’ve learned how to tell when you’re struggling, and you know what? you’re doing both right now!”

your hands start shaking, frustration bubbling inside your chest. “i don’t need you looking out for me, alright? i can take care of myself! and i’m fine, for your information!”

“bullshit! you’re not fine, and you know why? because for three years, everything was perfectly fine with us, and then all of a sudden last year, something happened, yeah? i don’t know what exactly, because you won’t fucking tell me, but something happened that made you squeamish around me, distant, paranoid, and– and careless! you stopped caring about me, about us!”

“i didn’t stop caring!”  you croaked, your throat raw from holding back your tears. seungcheol’s eyes softened slightly at the sight of your tears finally let loose on your cheeks. “i just… i…”

seungcheol closes the last of the distance between you, standing right in front of you now. “Y/N… baby… if you’re in some sort of trouble, please… just tell me. there’s nothing you could say that could scare me or drive me away. i know you can take care of yourself, but you don’t have to! please, just… no more lies, please…”

your eyes meet his, the sincerity and love swimming in them bringing even more tears to your eyes. you could just tell him right now, let everything that’s been weighing down on you for the past year spill out all at once… but you can’t. you would never forgive yourself to come in between seungcheol and his work, his dreams�� your burdens couldn’t be his burdens. you just can’t allow it.

“cheol… i ca–”

“okay, i need you to take five steps away from her, or i will physically remove you, hyung. no matter that you are older and stronger than me,” comes a voice from your right. in your fight-induced stupor, neither you nor seungcheol had realized that the elevator had reached the ground floor, the doors opening to reveal one of your favorite people on earth.

thank god for boo seungkwan.

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Date night

Warnings: violence

They were nervous that Sam wasn’t actually gonna show up to the date since they knew that she wasn’t easy to trust someone after the events of her ex boyfriend being a literal backstabber. They were in the movie theater waiting for her to show up before they went in. They already bought popcorn and two sodas

Luckily Sam wanted to show up early to the film, so there was a lot of time to spare before the movie actually started. They get a text, but their hands were too full to even check their phone. They didn’t think it was from Sam, since they knew she’d have an idea of the state of their hands at the moment

Next they get a call, which makes them embarrassed. They decide to set down the drinks and the large popcorn at the area where there’s straws and salt/butter to add more of it to the popcorn. Once it was all sat down, they quickly took out their phone to see that an unknown number texted them a picture of them standing by themselves at the theater

The number now calls again since the person knew that they were paying attention now. They decided to not answer the phone, which makes the movie theaters phone go off instead. This freaks them out now as they now decide to call Sam. Once she answers she told them that she was on here way

“Sam I need to tell you something before you get here” they start, which makes her worried. “What’s wrong?” She asked in a worried tone. “Some random number just sent me a picture of myself standing with the large popcorn in my hands with the drinks as well. I’m scared Sam” they say as they begin to shake

Sam’s eyes widened as she now felt worried for their safety. She could hear another person talking on their side, and it was a person arguing that he didn’t know a person with that name to a person on the other line who was clearly using a voice modifier to sound like GhostFace. You didn’t have to be there to know what the person on the other lines voice sounded like with what they’ve told Sam

“Listen dude-“ “no you listen here Brian. You know exactly who I’m talking about. They’re associated with the Sam bitch who killed an innocent man. Do you know how awful that is?” The person on the other side asked Brian. “I don’t actually know what the fuck you’re talking about. You’ve seen way too many Stab films. I’m gonna fucking hang up now”

“How smart. Let’s see how far that’ll get you Brian” the person on the other side hangs up now, which makes the worker relieved that that asshole had finally hung up. Brian looks at them as they were speaking to Sam. “Stay calm, okay? I’ll be there in no time. You’ll be fine too since why would they try killing you in front of others?” Sam asked them, which makes them shrug despite her not being able to see it

“Can you stay on the phone until you get here?” They asked as they continued to shake. “Of course. I’m sorry this is how are date night is going” she says, which makes them immediately tell her that it’s not her fault at all. “It’s this assholes fault, okay?” They said, which makes her reply with a soft okay. “This also isn’t the worst date I’ve been on before” she admits with a small smile on her face

“Oh god. What happened?” They asked her as they start biting their nails. “He freaked out when I told him who my father was” she admits, which makes them feel bad. “I’m sorry Sam” they said after they stopped for a moment on biting their nails. “It’s okay. I have you now, and that’s all that matters” she admitted, which makes them smile and blush

The theater went dark all of the sudden, which makes them worried. “Sam… the lights went out” they said out of fear. “I’m almost there, okay?” She says as they heard screams. They hoped it was just from one of the auditoriums, but it sounded way too real for it to be just from a film. They tightened their grip around their phone as their shaking increases

“Sam, I’m so fucking scared right now” they admitted as they now got stabbed into their shoulder. They scream in agony as they now dropped their phone onto the carpeted floor. They turned to see GhostFace right there. GhostFace goes deeper into their shoulder, which makes them scream even more

They kicked GhostFace away, which luckily worked. They take the knife out of their shoulder, but only continued to scream with the add on of profanity’s. They turned to face GhostFace, just to see that they disappeared. “MOTHERFUCKER!!!” They shouted as they look around frantically to make sure they don’t miss the masked individual again

Sam finally made it, but she couldn’t get in. They noticed Sam, and dashed for the entrance immediately. They get stabbed in the other shoulder blade now as they made it to the door. Sam screams and starts crying as she watches helplessly. They managed to also stab the masked person, which makes the person back off

They turned around quicker this time, and killed the masked person this time. Sam watches in shock at their ability to keep going. The only reason why they could keep going was through adrenaline. Once they killed the masked person for sure, they felt weaker now. They collapsed onto the ground as sirens could be heard in the background

***

Sam sat next to them in their Hospital Room. She had her hand in theirs as tears left her eyes. They were passed out due to the amount of blood they lost. Sam looks at their stitches that were on their shoulders now. She felt like this was entirely her fault, but she knew if they were back right now, they wouldn’t agree with her saying that it was her fault

It makes Sam smile as she carefully kisses their knuckles

[dreamcubed]

daylight | harry potter x reader

song; daylight [taylor swift] pairing; harry potter x ministry worker!single mother!fem!hufflepuff!reader genre; s2l, fluff, angst word count; 4,4k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; references to abusive ex (verbal, emotional, baby-trapping), y/n has trust issues, references to poverty summary; after providing for yourself and your two sons alone for so long, you were foreign to the concept of help, and the last person you expected to receive it from was the infamous boy who lived

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"i once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden."

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Now both your sons were in school, you were finally able to take on a full-time job and bring more money in. It had been immensely difficult being limited to only a low-paying part time job for the last five years, but you had needed flexible hours due to your lack of support system when it came to raising your boys. They were a year apart, at four and five, and their father hadn't been in the picture since the third trimester of the youngest's pregnancy.

Your family had turned their backs to you after you fell pregnant so young, out of wedlock, and without a decent job. And Merlin knows your baby daddy's family wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.

It was a shame, because your academics were good, and you had received excellent scores in both your OWLs and NEWTs, originally having big plans for your career. Then your boyfriend at the time baby-trapped you, just to abandon you anyway.

But now your sons were both old enough to enrol in muggle primary school, which was unusual for magic families to do, but it gave you the opportunity to get a better job and create a better life for the both of them. Merlin knows you were too busy to adequately homeschool them in the years before Hogwarts, anyway.

"Well, Miss L/N, you seem more than qualified," the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in the Ministry of Magic said to you, "Typically we only have freshly graduated applicants for such positions, though."

"Does that dampen by chances?"

"Not at all," she shook her head, "I see no reason not to hire you, unless there's something you need to tell me?"

You bit your tongue, deciding to not let her on to the fact you had two sons to take care of all by yourself. "No, ma'am."

"Well, perfect. Your hours would be from 8am til 5pm with forty-five minutes paid lunch break that you can take between noon and 2pm."

The hours were long, but you had already signed up your sons for their school's breakfast club every morning, as well as a different extra-curricular after school every day. Thankfully apparition would likely mean you would only be a minute or two late for pick-up.

"When can you start?"

"Immediately," you smiled.

***

While you worked in the department responsible for aurors, you would not be out in the field yourself at any point. You were simply responsible for distributing tasks and filling out and filing the reports after missions. Once upon a time you had wanted to be an auror, but now you had sons who would have no one else if something were to happen to you. You simply couldn't endanger yourself in any way.

The pay of your job was good: good enough to support a family of three and move you out of the one bedroom flat you lived in. You would wait a couple months until you were settled into the job, though, as you still needed to pay off the boys' uniforms and school lunches.

You were sat at your desk on the second day of your job, busy filling out forms for a small mission that had taken place earlier that morning. Ever since Voldemort's demise, there hadn't been any large scale missions. You supposed that was a good thing.

"Oh, you're new."

You looked up in surprise to see the Boy Who Lived stood before you, evidently having just returned from a mission as an auror.

He gave you an awkward smile, "Harry Potter."

You nodded mindlessly with your mouth slightly agape, before coming to your senses and saying, "Y/N. Y/N L/N."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too."

"How long have you worked here?"

"It's my second day."

"Wow, so you're, like, brand new?"

"I... I guess?"

"Let me know if you need anythi-"

"Potter," your supervisor's voice rang out, "My office."

"Shit, sorry, I have a mission debrief to give, we'll talk later?" he said, somewhat hopefully.

"Yeah, later..." you trailed off, staring after him as he walked to the office.

***

It was the end of the day, and you were packing up your belongings ready for your departure at exactly five o'clock.

"Y/N," a person called.

You turned around to see Harry Potter stood before you once more.

"Sorry I didn't have a chance to catch up with you after earlier," he said, "But, uh, do you think... do you think maybe we could go for a drink? It's important to have friends at work, after all."

You were in shock, but still answered, "I'd love to, really - but I have places to be today, I'm afraid."

"Tomorrow night, then?"

"I'm busy then too," you said apologetically.

"Okay, then when are you free?"

Great, now you were going to sound like a massive dick. "Rarely, unfortunately, I have a... chaotic family, you see."

"Right, well... see you tomorrow then."

Yep. He definitely thought you were making up excuses.

***

"I'm not too late, am I?" you asked the teacher that had been supervising the football club your sons had been attending.

"No, the other last kid just left moments ago," he smiled at you.

"Oh, thank Helga," you said without thinking.

The man frowned at your exclamation, but didn't say anything about it.

"Matty, Eric, are you boys ready to go?" you turned to your sons, who both nodded tiredly at you. Your heart dropped at how much the long day wore them out.

You led them around the corner from the primary school until you were out of sight from others, where you apparated to outside your small apartment. Upon entering, you gazed at the cramped space: you couldn't wait to upgrade to a bigger one.

"What's for dinner, mama?" your youngest, Eric, asked.

"I'll cook some pasta, yeah? And then I'll read you a story."

You couldn't fail them. They had to have a different life to you.

***

You didn't see Harry Potter at work again for the next two weeks, as he had been sent on a slightly larger auror mission abroad. But, when he did return, you ran into him almost instantly.

"How was the mission?" you asked immediately.

"Fine," he said dismissively, "Look, I'm sorry for asking you for drinks last time, you clearly didn't want to-"

"No, it's not that I don't want to," you said quickly.

"You don't have to lie to be nice, I shouldn't have asked something like that so soon after meeting you."

You sighed, "I'm not lying, I really am just an exceptionally busy person."

"Busy with what exactly?"

"I- I can't talk about it."

"You-"

That was when the ringing of your mobile phone cut through the air, making you jump slightly. You took the tiny flip phone out of your pocket and exhaled harshly at the sight of who it was. This was exactly why you had bothered getting a phone as a witch, you had just hoped it wouldn't happen so soon

"Sorry, I have to take this."

You began walking away as you answered.

"Hello, Y/N L/N speaking."

"Hello, this is Emily from St Andrew's Primary School," the woman on the other end spoke, "I'm calling on behalf of your son, Eric."

"What happened?"

"He... exhibited peculiar behaviour during a lesson today."

"Why? What did he do?"

"He made a classmate float in the air."

Your breath hitched, "That's not possible."

"I assure you, I'm being quite honest."

"Is this a prank call?" you asked. You knew it wasn't.

You didn't want the Ministry to find out you had enrolled wizards into muggle school. It was advised against for a reason, as they had enough on their plates when it came to dealing with the chaos muggle-borns caused. But, they would have already detected the use of improper magic and sent people to deal with it.

"I-"

"Y/N L/N," a man to your left said.

"If you excuse me," you spoke to the caller, hanging up. They would just think you still thought them a prankster. "Yes?"

"Simon Periwink of the Improper Use of Magic sector, can you come with me please?"

You sighed, "Is this regarding my son?"

He nodded.

"Lead the way."

***

"So as you seem to know, your son, Eric L/N, has caused a bit of a conundrum in a muggle school," Simon said, sat behind his desk with crescent moon glasses perched on his nose, "Now, he is a child, so obviously he will not be facing any consequences for this action. However, I am obliged to ask, why is he in a muggle school?"

"I don't have a choice, sir."

"Just Simon is fine- elaborate, please."

"I'm a single mother to two boys. My family abandoned me after my first pregnancy and my boyfriend upped and left during my second," you explained, although you didn't want to talk about it, "I can't afford childcare - muggle school is free and my only option."

Simon hummed, flicking through pieces of parchment, "I see. Well, I won't prevent this then - thanks to muggle-borns, we're well equipped to deal with these situations. Please, though, talk to your sons about this."

"Yes, sir- Simon. Thank you."

"We also have many support systems in place in the ministry to aid people in similar situations to yourself. Please consider looking into them."

"I will, thank you again."

"No worries - I suppose you should go and pick up your son for now."

You nodded.

***

By the time you arrived at the primary school, you saw that members of the ministry were already there - and, to your horror, Harry Potter.

He quickly spotted you, and raised a confused eyebrow.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same of y-"

"Mama!" your son, evidently in tears, called out. He ran from the ministry member that was comforting him into your arms; you didn't hesitate to pick up your son.

Harry watched as the situation unfolded, piecing everything together in his head, before saying, "They were a member short in the improper use department, so I offered to fill in. Is this your son?"

You hummed, rocking the sobbing boy about.

"I didn't know you were-" he cut himself off, "If I had, I wouldn't have asked you out."

You sighed, "I am single."

"Oh."

"Sorry for hurting your feelings, but I think I need to go pick my other son up too," you said, "Please don't mention this to anyone."

He showed his agreement through an absent-minded nod.

"Bye."

He stared after you as you walked away.

***

After a long chat with both of your sons about resorting to muggle methods in the face of problems instead of magic methods, you reluctantly returned to work the next day, dreading the next interaction between you and Harry Potter. Why was a literal celebrity even working a normal day job anyway?

Taking in a deep breath, you sat down at your desk to begin working your way through the stack of paperwork your manager had already left for you. Just when you had almost forgotten about the man who now knew your biggest work secret, you heard a cough for attention coming from in front of you.

You looked up and saw the exact person you didn't want to see.

"Hey, I just wanted to check up on you after... yesterday."

"Why?"

He seemed taken aback by your response, "Well, you know, I... care about you?"

"You hardly know me," you said pointedly.

"And I would like to change that."

"Potter!" a voice called from the hallway, "Where are you?"

"Coming!" he replied, giving a lingering glance to you but realising you were already focused on your work again.

You felt mean, and you thought he was cute, you just didn't want him to get attached to the mess that you were.

***

"L/N, I need you to stay late today to discuss your progress," your manager said to you later that day, "Don't worry, it's nothing negative."

"Late? Respectfully, I can't do overtime."

"It's hardly overtime. Half an hour, maximum."

"Yes, but-"

"What plans do you have that are so important you must leave exactly at five o'clock?" she raised an eyebrow at you.

"I-" you froze. Should you be honest?

"Y/N," Harry Potter.

You turned away from your manager to the man, pleased at the distraction.

"I can take care of the errand you need to run," he said simply, "It's no bother."

"You can't-"

"Well, it's settled then," your manager smiled, "See you at five in my office."

Once she had walked away, you turned to Harry with a scowl.

"I could've handled that myself!"

"You clearly don't want to admit to the situation," he shrugged, "I'll go pick up your boys, don't worry."

You sighed, "I'll have to call the school to let them know."

"No worries, where should I take them? Back to yours?"

"No!" you quickly said, a little too quickly.

"I'm not gonna judge your living quarters, Y/N."

"Just- I... fine. Fine. Take them back to mine. I'll write down the address for you."

As you handed the paper over, you admitted defeat.

"Thank you, Harry, for this."

"It's my pleasure."

***

You were severely hoping that you hadn't made a stupid decision in trusting Harry with your most prized jewels. He had to be trustworthy, you reasoned, he risked his own life to save the entire world from a horrible and cruel man, after all. As you reached the door to your flat, you took a deep breath before knocking twice. You had given the key to Harry earlier on.

The door quickly flung open to reveal the Boy Who Lived with Eric on his shoulders, who was giggling in a manner you had never seen him before.

"Mama!" he exclaimed, along with his brother, who was by Harry's leg.

"I must admit, I'm normally bad with children," he said as you hugged Matty in greeting.

"Coulda fooled me," you replied, entering the flat.

"Right, I'll get going then-"

Your boys both began complaining, Matty even running from your arms to cling on to Harry's leg again.

You sighed, looking up at the man, "Stay for dinner?"

***

Somewhere along the way, after helping you put your sons to bed, an old bottle of fire whiskey in the back of your cupboard had been cracked open and you were sat on the sofa with Harry Potter, drunker than him because you hadn't had the chance to drink in years.

"Do you really do this all by yourself?" he eventually asked, after a laughing fit from the both of you.

"Do what?"

"Everything. Work, chores, raising your sons. Do you have no help at all?"

You shook your head, "Their father took off during my second pregnancy, haven't heard from him since. As you can tell, I was young when I first fell pregnant, so neither of our families wanted anything to do with us."

"But- no friends?"

"I used to have friends," you sighed, "But I kinda lost them when I started dating Derran. He isolated me a lot. Never had the chance to remake them."

He hummed, "I'm sorry that happened to you - really. I'm happy to be your first friend."

You smiled.

"And more, if you'll let me."

"Really? Thing One and Thing Two haven't put you off?"

He chuckled, "No, not yet, they haven't."

"I don't know if I have the time for dating," you said, picking at your fingernails, "I'm struggling to keep all my plates spinning as it is."

"I understand that dating you would mean a lot of time with the boys."

"Really? Do you? We'd have no date nights."

"I'm prepared to make that sacrifice."

"I don't think you are," you said simply, "Anyway, this has been fun, but I should really get to bed. Are you good to get home or should I-"

"I'm fine to get home, don't worry about me," he said, standing up.

And as you showed him out the door, shutting it behind him, he paused and turned back to look at the spot where he just saw you, meanwhile you rested your back against the wooden frame on the other side, feeling a painful longing in your chest.

***

Saturday morning started like it normally did: a later start with both your boys waking up in your arms. It was as routine up until you all entered the main room ready for breakfast.

A knock arrived on the door.

You frowned, and told the boys to sit at the table before heading over and peering through the peephole. To your surprise, you saw Harry stood patiently outside. Opening the door, you questioned his presence with a simple furrowing of your eyebrows, when you caught sight of the bags he was holding either side of him.

"I hope I'm not here too early," he said, taking in your pyjama-clad presence.

"No- no... we just weren't expecting you," you replied, allowing him in.

"Harry!" your boys called, running over to cling to his legs.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he shrugged, placing the bags on the kitchen counter, "Hello, Eric, Matty."

"A surprise?"

He hummed, "I brought some basic foods- including ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes."

Eric and Matty cheered.

"That's sweet but- but we don't need handouts."

"Then don't think of it as one," he said simply, "This is simply a man doing something for the woman he has romantic interest in."

You sighed, unable to stop a smile from creeping on to your face.

"Are you our new dad?" Eric asked, making you snap your head in his direction.

Harry was evidently at a loss for words.

"I've always wanted a dad," Matty added. Despite having been alive for when your ex-boyfriend was still around, he had no memory of him. Not that the memories would have been good ones, anyway.

"It depends if your mum lets me date her or not," Harry stated.

"Mama, please!"

"Please, mama!"

"I don't think you know us well enough to make a commitment," you said to Harry, ignoring your sons for the time being.

"Yeah, because you won't let me get to know you," he argued, but without malice, "Is it so hard to believe I genuinely want this?"

"Yeah, it is," you said, "After-" you nodded your head towards the boys, communicating your reference to their father.

"Let me prove it to you," Harry said, to both you and the boys, "What say after breakfast, we head to Diagon Alley and make a day of it?"

The boys began cheering, though you knew all too well they had no idea what Diagon Alley was.

You pulled Harry aside and began whispering, "I've never taken them there. I don't want to get their hopes up by seeing all the things in the shops and not being able to get any of it."

"I'm paying," he reassured you, "For anything they want- that you approve of, of course."

"But-"

"No buts. I told you, I'm proving this to you."

You sighed, admitting defeat, "Okay. Fine."

"Now, let's get the pancakes on," he announced loudly.

***

You watched your sons excitedly run around Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, unable to take the smile off your face. Part of you was overjoyed that they were finally getting some experience of a normal wizardly childhood; the other part of you was upset that it wasn't really you that had provided the experience.

"I think they like the place," Harry said from his place next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I've never seen them so happy."

"Don't think you're a failure as a mother or anything," he added, "You're far from it."

You smiled, "I know I'm doing my best, but they deserve more."

He didn't reply to that statement, instead wrapping his arm around your shoulder in a comforting gesture.

Maybe, just maybe, you should let him in.

***

After that day, things fell into a new routine. Any day that Harry wasn't on an auror mission, he would show up at your flat with dinner ingredients not long after you had gotten home with your sons. Together, you would cook the meal, and then sit and eat. On Saturdays, he would take you and the boys somewhere for the day, always insisting on paying if there was an associated cost. He had even on one Sunday insisted that he babysit the boys so you could get your first bit of lone time in years. You had treated yourself to some rest and relaxation in a spa.

You had become very comfortable with his presence, but at there same time there was this constant tension between the two of you, like something was going to snap at any given moment. You almost wanted it to.

It was after dinner one night, and you were putting Eric and Matty to bed with Harry, just having finished reading their bedtime story.

"Goodnight, my loves," you said, kissing each of their heads, and tucking them in, "I'll be here to join you shortly."

"Night, mama."

"Goodnight, mama."

"Goodnight, boys," Harry said, "I should hopefully be here again tomorrow."

"Goodnight," your eldest, Matty, said tiredly.

"Night night, dad," your youngest, Eric, mumbled.

You stilled in shock, but didn't say anything since he was drifting off to sleep, instead glancing at Harry to gage his reaction. He had a slight smile on his face, which admittedly filled you with a sense of warmth. Nonetheless, when you were back in the kitchen charming the dishes to begin washing, you decided to talk about it.

"Thank you, Harry."

"For what?"

"Everything you have done for us the last few weeks," you said, "And I'm sorry Eric called you dad."

"I don't mind," he quickly said, "But I understand if you mind."

"I don't mind... but I don't want them to get hurt."

Next thing you knew, Harry's hand was on yours, "I'm not leaving."

"That's an easy thing to say."

"Y/N, I-" he cut himself off, pausing for a moment to think, "Have dinner at my house on Saturday - bring the boys, obviously."

You frowned, "Are you sure?"

"I'm always sure."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, "Okay, we'll be there."

***

On Saturday evening, you apparated outside Harry's cottage in Godric's Hollow with your sons holding a hand either side of you. This was your first time seeing his house, and it was absolutely gorgeous: large, too. From what he had told you, he had been born in this house, but it was also where his parents had died tragically.

You let Eric and Matty run ahead to knock on the front door, which was a classic medieval-style shape. All too quickly, it swung open to reveal Harry dressed up in dress trousers and a button up shirt, with the top button left undone. You were glad that you had opted for a more dressed up look yourself - you had gotten the feeling that this was a fancier occasion than usual.

"Hello, boys," he greeted your sons, hugging both of them before standing up straight, "And, hello, Y/N." He seemed even more awkward than normal, making you confused.

He beckoned you all in and through to the dining room, where a delicious spread was billowing steam throughout the room.

"I wish I could take full credit- Molly helped quite a bit," you knew Molly to be his best friend's mother, "But I wanted this to be perfect."

"Why?" you asked, "I mean- it is, but why?"

"Because it's for you," he said.

You held prolonged and tension-filled eye contact with him for a few moments, before your attention was diverted by your boys jumping about excitedly.

"I think they're hungry," Harry laughed, "Sit down, sit down."

You all sat around the table, and you scolded your sons for not showing good manners and trying to dig in right away.

"Not to make you wait too much longer, boys, but I would like to say something first," Harry said, taking in a deep breath, "When I first met you, Y/N, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me- because you rejected me."

You chuckled.

"And that was quite a blow to my ego, so it was certainly relieving to learn that it wasn't me that was the problem- not that there really was a problem. You are simply an amazingly independent woman who didn't want people to know about her two incredible sons, for some insane reason," he said with a grin, making your cheeks heat up, "And I know it's hard for you to accept that I genuinely do want to be with you given everything you've been through."

You started to get a feeling of what was about to happen.

"And I know that being with you means being with your sons as well," he continued, "But I need you to know that it's far from a chore for me to take them in as my own - so, I have to ask, even though it may seem too soon, will you marry me?"

Tears pricked at your eyes as Matty and Eric gasped, them both being old enough to understand what marriage meant.

"You'll be our dad?" Eric asked, his eyes shining hopefully.

"Well, if your mum says yes."

"Mama, please say yes!" your youngest begged.

His older brother joined in, "Please, mama!"

"Okay," you said, sniffling, "I'll marry you, Harry Potter."

It was then, as Matty and Eric were cheering about having a dad, that Harry pushed a small velvet box across the table, and you opened it to reveal a yellow gold band with a ruby stone set in the centre.

"It's- it's beautiful."

Harry beamed at you as you put it on and admired its place on your ring finger.

"Can we eat now?" Matty asked.

"Yes, yes, we can eat," you said through happy sobs.

"And, after dinner, you two can pick your new bedrooms."

Your eyes widened in shock as Matty exclaimed, "We get our own bedrooms?!"

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written; 01/05/2023 —> 05/06/2023 published; 06/06/2023 edited; —/—/——

taglist ; @workinatdapyramid @iluvweasleys

[takeurexam]

improvise / choi soobin x reader

: choi soobin, the school's student council president, and you, the vice president, get into a fake relationship. but it was meant to be- each of you have a personal issue and need each other for a solution.

: fluff, crazy tension between the two, (almost) kiss scene, fake dating, a little flirty soobin, creep following reader, fem reader, soobin and reader are both seniors and not minors, pretty long oneshot

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality. the idols mentioned here are NOT actually them. and the soobin in this ff is not the actual soobin, just a character. strictly no smut.)

>part two

(soon)

You sigh as you lean over the borders of the bus stop, it has been ten minutes since you've arrived at this stop and it was getting a little dark already. Looking around, there was still no bus at the moment from the past few minutes.

"I should've stayed in the school bus stop, it would've been safer." You sigh as you divert your attention back to your phone, hoping no one was going to kidnap or kill you. But inside, you were scared as hell.

Being the vice president has its own cons. Being a student who commutes on the way home and being the vice president of the student council is not a good thing to clash together. Late afternoon schedules can turn into almost night schedules which can effect your commuting time.

Turning your location on incase something happens, you look over to the road only to see a bus on the way to your stop. You sigh as you pick up your backpack and put it on. The bus finally stops infront of you with a few passengers going down as you wait for them to finish and then go.

But as you make your way to the bus, an unfamiliar running man makes his way over to you, in which you immediately step into the bus a little quicker with a little bit of fear crawling inside you.

Was he trying to reach you? If this bus didnt arrive before he even arrived, what would've happened? Another sigh escapes your lips as you sit down on the available seat, which another person sat beside you on the window side.

Once you sit down fully and get comfortable, you glance a bit to the person sitting beside you, with your eyes widening as you realize who you were sitting beside with.

"Prez?" You murmur as the boy averts his gaze from the window to you. "Oh, hello." He smiles a little as he removes his headset on his ear, "Nice seeing you here." He obviously was a little shy to see someone from school, which what he was known for.

Choi Soobin, the student council president was known for being introverted and less social. He had friends- but just known to be shy. He was kind anyways and you both always meet up because of your roles.

"Do you live in-" You were about to ask him if he lived in the same area with you before you were cut off by a boy's voice, "I've been waiting for you! You werent at the school's bus stop today so I went to the nearest one." The man smiles at you as you recognize who he is. "Taesung?" With his black hood on, his hand on his pockets which he removed to attempt to reach out to you. He was here to beg you to come back to him. Soobin and you pause for a second to look at the guy.

Soobin's mind clicks, "This must be the womanizer of the school i've been hearing about. Vice president's ex boyfriend." He remembers the girls beside him gossiping about how Taesung cheated on his previous girlfriend, which was most likely you.

The mans hand was about to reach you until another hand blocks his hand from reaching you, "Excuse me, who are you?" Soobin might be overthinking it, and acting too much might be risky. He decided to play it low.

The boy was a little suprised at seeing the Student Council's president beside his ex girlfriend, "Prez, let me be. Im her boyfriend." You raised your brow as you felt the panic inside you fuel even more but you kept your composure. Soobin speaks once again, "No, shes not?" You were shaking up a little, which the boy beside you notices.

Taesung scoffs, "And who are you to speak for her, prez?" Soobin dosen't think and answers straight away, "Its because im her real boyfriend, dimwit. She obviously isn't dating you anymore, so go back to your side chick and stay the fuck away." Soobin holds your hand tightly with you looking at him with a raised brow. He signals you to play along as your eyes return back to normal as you lean more into Soobin.

Soobin's loud words causes a commotion which makes people look at you two with your ex, as he walked away without a word left to say.

"Hey, you good?" Soobin whispers and lets go of your hand as you lean away from him as you nod, "Thanks." You whisper back as you breathe heavily. "Its okay, calm down." He rubs your back as you both get comfortable in your seats, "This isn't the first time he's followed me to talk to me about this. He's not weird and I know that, but he's given me enough shit to handle." You were still shaking up a little, which Soobin notices.

"Toxic?" You nod as Soobin understands your situation. Honestly, he wasnt even thinking about this. The 'girlfriend' thing was just an accident, he was just going to fend him off- but judging by seeing you shaking not too long ago, the words just slipped off his mouth out of anger. And he knows this would later on become a problem for the two of you.

You know this is a problem. You were grateful and all from Soobin helping you, but it seems he slipped up a lie that later on would be a big problem for the two of you. You've heard a thing or two about fake dating- and it dosen't always go well. The fear of one having feelings for the other or the fake relationship going too far is just not for you.

"Soobin. You do know this is a problem, right?" He looks at you with a small nod thinking about it as well, "Well, you started it." You shrug at him. He thinks for a while before providing you with an comeplete answer.

The boy hesitates. Hes comepletely aware he's dragged himself into a fake relationship that he needed to maintain. But he could've just left her to be and not fake date; well, he feels the need to be responsible for his actions.

"Can you give me up till tonight to think about it? I'll provide you with an answer once I make it up." He sighs, completely lacking answers in his head. The best he could do is to think about it the whole night.

You can only nod at his answer for now as you both wait for your stops and go home.

Once you two arrive at your stop, both of you wave goodbye and seperate ways with you not even noticing the question you were meant to ask Soobin was answered just now, "He lives in the same neighborhood as me? Woah." You chuckle to yourself as you walkback home, phone in hand.

Soobin is having a hard time deciding. He knows its his fault for dragging himself into your mess so he cant blame you. Its a waste of time, yet a thrill for him. Falling inlove was not for Soobin- and all he was focusing on was getting into a good collage and provide his families expectations. Dating has never crossed his mind ever.

He has a wealthy family- and the possibility of him getting into an arranged marriage is not low once he grows up. His parents already expect so much from him so dating really has not crossed his mind.

But a part of him says yes- the thrill and him having new adventures would be fun as well. He sighs and shrugs off the thought for now as he stands up from his bed to grab a glass of water downstairs to cure his thirst.

He notices the light of his parent's room was still lit, and he hears the voice loud and clear; he cant help but swoop in the conversation between them secretly.

"Dont you think our son needs a wife soon?" He can hear his father speak, and he could already assume what they were planning.

"If he dosent introduce someone to us before he graduates, its going to be embarassing for our company to have no connections." His mother speaks coldly.

"Give him time. Then we'll initiate that."

Soobin didnt even want to listen in between their conversation anymore. He hated this about his parents- expecting so much from him. Even something decent would make them think about putting him up to adoption. They fed him love, yet a single mistake would make them abandon him.

A sigh escapes his lips as he finishes gulping down his water.

Then he realizes.

He already has the answer for your offer.

You never knew that being late had people looking at you alot. Unusually alot. "Why are people looking at me so much? Whats the problem anyways." You raise a brow as you continue making your way over to the Student Council meeting room. The halls were filled with students, and some of them catching glances at you.

Once you open the door to the room, you were greeted with scattered officers around the room, a little confused, you head on over to the secretary. "Hey, I thought the meeting started?" You ask the secretary.

"Soobin isn't here yet, but you should call him." She winks as you stand their confused. "Huh?" You shake your head off and forget about her suspicious behavior as you call Soobin for your meeting.

He then picks up shortly after a while, "Hello?" His deep morning voice greets you as you sigh, "Where are you? The meeting starts in-" You pause to check your clock, "Ten minutes." Soobin chuckles as you can hear him sipping something. "What are you doing?"

"Drinking coffee. I'm on my way, just wait. Arrange them for me, will you?" He was weird today as well. Why is his way of words so different today? Why is everyone weird today? You just slept in for thirty minutes and the side effects are the students going crazy or something.

"Everyone, the meeting will start soon in about a few minutes. Please go to your designated seats while we wait for the president." Everyone assembles to their seats as you sit down in yours and wait for Soobin to arrive. The room was pretty big- with a large long table with chairs around and one in the front for Soobin.

All of them murmur to each other while giggling and some just whispering or making remarks about whatever they were talking about. Did a rumor spread again? Then you should've asked one of your friends for the tea.

The door finally opens and the President finally arrives. Everyone stands up including you to greet each other a good morning before settling down and waiting for Soobin to sit down.

He made his way over to his chair but he stops on his tracks when he was exactly at your spot, he leans over to you from behind your chair, tapping your shoulder. "Hey, did you eat yet?"

Everybody erupts in "oohs!" as you sit there absolutely dumbfounded and confused, "I did?" You murmur as Soobin smiles and ruffles your hair as he goes to sit down to his chair. He was definetely acting weirder than everyone. Is he doing drugs?

"Well, good morning everyone. We'll discuss about the upcoming intramurals this year since we are now responsible for this year's arrangements. I will assign everyone with work and make sure it is done correctly." Some nod as you all start organizing some papers.

"Me and the Vice president will be handling the team members, arrangements and names." The officers whisper to each other as some people look at you two teasingly as you sit there oblivious.

"Kai and Taehyun for announcements, Vernon for schedules, and Sullyhoon and Bae for decoration planners. The others will be helping in the decorations, and for the representatives- please announce to your grades about the planned event once we finish." Soobin was very serious about his work as President of the Student Council. He wasnt the smartest of the school yet he had great potential of being a student leader.

"Since classes are canceled for now because of preparation, please get announcements and schedules done by lunch. You all can work on it now. Thank you." Soobin dissmisses the meeting as everyone walks over to help each other, you then walk towards him.

The boy smirks as you look at him with a weird look, "Soobin, you know, everyone's acting weird today." You cross your arms as you look around the room, "Is there a rumor im not updated about? Is it an issue that im late?"

Soobin was about to answer before one of the officers barge in between you two, "Hi! Congrats to you two." They shake both you and Soobin's hands as you stand there puzzled. "Eh?" You squeak.

"For being together, silly! You guys are cute!" The officer leaves you two as you stand there speechless with Soobin grinning ear to ear, "Soobin, what the hell did you do?" You glare at him.

"I told you, i'll provide you with an answer." You then connect the dots together, "Oh! That." You laugh, as your laugh soon turns back into a glare, "Was telling everyone necessary? How did it even spread so fast?!"

"Remember, im followed by almost the whole school. Maybe saving a photo of yours from your social media and hard launching you to the public was my answer?" He laughs. "Oh also, I texted about you about the picture. You werent replying so I just did it."

You rub your temples together as Soobin laughs his ass off as you stood there in a frenzy. "You really are crazy." You sigh.

"Anyways, lets get this done for now." He pulls out a list of students and another list for the teams. "Lets be done by lunch, okay? Lets just sit here and type in our work." You nod as you both work on the arrangements.

"Are you done?" He glances over to you, "Yep, we just need to print this out and we're done for today's preparation." You save the file and close your laptop.

Soobin checks his watch, "Lets head over to the cafeteria? My treat." You knew what he was planning as he just looked at you with a smirk, as you nod along with a sigh.

"Hey, Huening!" Soobin calls out, "We're just going out for recess! We'll be back!" Huening Kai flashes him a thumbs up as you two exit the meeting room. The students roaming around the hall lay their eyes on you as they all whisper to each other.

"Word really spreads fast." You murmur to the boy beside you. His lips curl into a smirk as he looks at you, "Do you give me consent to improvise?" You looked a little confused but just nod at whatever he was trying to do.

He grabs on your hand as you finally understood what he meant. "I see." You laugh a little as he just smiles back at you. Seeing how the other students reacted, you knew his improvised trick worked.

"Does Taesung know?" You whisper to him, "Well, on how fast it spread around school, im most likely sure that he knows." Soobin whispers back as you nod. "Although, isn't it a little weird we just started doing pda now?"

"No one asked yet, and I have a perfect answer ready." He laughs as you eye him suspiciously, "What is it?" You tilt your head, curious of his answer.

"When someone asks, you'll know." You let him slip off this time. You just shake your head in disapproval as you both make your way to the cafeteria to grab a quick snack.

Even at the cafeteria, the roaming students still acknowledge your prescence and whisper about it. Its a little terrifying how a single post from Soobin can make the whole school into a frenzy this morning. It would soon die out anyways.

You do acknowledge one person's prescence. Her eyes lay on the two of you as she scoffs. "Who is the girl scoffing at us?" You whisper to Soobin as you two line up in the cafeteria.

"Oh? Isn't that Julie?" He answers. You chuckle, "Is she Taesung's new chick?" You assume from her behavior, and you've been hearing rumors about Taesung having another girlfriend once he left you.

"Most likely." He laughs it off as you two finally arrive in front of the line, Soobin looks at you and asks, "What do you want? My treat." He smiles, as his dimples poke out.

"Just some juice and candy would do." You smile back as he nods and he paid for the food. He gives you your requested items as you two step out of the line.

Walking back to the Student Council hall, you notice a fuss in the hallway. You and Soobin look at each other before going there to check it out.

Julie stood there, resisting her friends grip, and holding her back from pulling another girl's hair, which you couldn't understand the situation clearly at first glance.

But it seems that they were arguing about something and the other girl might've said quite bad to Julie which triggered her.

You were about to reach out to Soobin, but when you look beside you, it was empty. You look back at the two girls to see that Soobin had pulled them away.

"Go to the guidance office, the two of you. Belle and Haneul, please guide them there." Belle and Haneul were both Student Councilor officers, which were also Julie's friends. On the other hand, you didn't recognize the other girl. You were quite curious about why they were fighting, but no one was batting an eye on it.

One of the other Student Council members whisper something to Soobin, in which he nods to.

Soobin then returns beside you as he murmurs, "Fought about Taesung. Found out he had another side chick while he was dating Julie. She found out by that girl, Giselle, and she threw a fit denying it."

"Thats wild." You laugh as you both make your way to go to the meeting room once again. "Good thing I left him. I dont even know why I even dated him in the first place." You chuckle.

"Why did you?" He asks, as his gaze set on you, "Im curious."

"I think it was because I had the 'I like bad boys' mindset and I thought I was special. Which was very wrong." You just laugh it out, "Two weeks into the relationship, I realized I was being stupid and broke up with him. But its so weird how he cant let go?" You mumble the last part out.

Soobin thinks for a while, "Maybe you really were special." He pauses for a while as he probably was forming his next words carefully, "I cant blame him. Who wouldn't be sad if they broke up with you?" You notice a little smirk forming on his lips.

You feel a little tingle inside you as you feel your ears getting a little red, "Is he seriously teasing me?" You brush it off as you blink, "Dont be silly." You reply quietly as he just chuckles. You just hope the little butterflies fluttering around would stop soon.

You two return back at the meeting room as everyone seemed to be done with their task. All they needed was to execute it and print some of the announcements.

"Girl! Spill everything!" Your best friends, Yuqi and Soyeon scooch over beside you. "Breaking news- Choi Soobin, Student Council President and the Vice President dating each other!" Yuqi recites in a melodramatic way. You three sat down the bench outside to spill out some tea.

"But seriously, when?" Soyeon bites her fries in hand as he looks at you, "Its out of the blue."

You clear your throat, "Well-" You pause as you remember something, "You can ask Soobin himself. He's a little better at explaining than me." You grin as the two girls sigh, dissapointed.

Soobin had an explination in mind without telling you- so telling other people a lie different from Soobin's lie would be messy as hell. It would be better for him to explain instead than you would.

"Well, we're gonna go all in." Yuqi slams her hand on the table, "All in it is!" She shouts with a few people looking at her weirdly.

"All in?" You tilt your head, a little confused at her words.

"What Yuqi means is, Soobin and you will be interrogated soon." Soyeon translates Yuqi's chaotic wording as you nod, a little worry growing inside you and pity for Soobin. Yuqi nods as she confidently smiles, but it feels as if they were planning something quite terrifying.

Soyeon questions, "Have you heard of the fight recently between Julie and Giselle?" You nod as she grips her chin with her fingers, "So Taesung is still an asshole, it seems." She adds.

"Soobin's better." Yuqi throws the grape she packed into her mouth, crushing it. "My friend used to date him; he's a green flag, I must say. Although, they broke up because of how busy they both were." Yuqi suddenly blurts out with your eyes widening, "He dated someone before?"

The two girls laugh, as Yuqi answers, "They used to be a famous couple at school. But they were like juniors way back then, and the girl already moved on, same with Soobin."

"Who's the girl?" You feel a little sting inside your heart, but you ignore it- taking it as a feeling of feeling left out, but you knew that was far from what you really felt deep down inside you. And you wont admit what it was- ever. Your voice broke a little as they noticed.

"Aww, shes jealous." Soyeon laughs, "You can ask Soobin himself, so you wont feel jealous." She pats your back as Yuqi pats it as well.

You hear your phone ring, with Soobin's display name and his face on your screen. You excuse yourself from the girls as you three had something to do. You swipe the phone to the right and answer the call.

"Hello?" You speak first.

"Hey. We were called over to the meeting room, but I was going to wait for you before going in." The voice you've been talking about ago finally fills in your ears- and you feel somewhat a ounce of joy.

"Okay, I'm on my way, where are you?"

Walking to the said location Soobin mentioned, you finally see Soobin from a far distance.

You set your eyes on Soobin, observing him for a while from a far distance as you see the crowd blurring- seeing no one but him. The sound of your heartbeat can only be heard across your ears as you look at him, observing him. You resist- but you just cant help it.

He looked at his watch wrapped around his wrist, as he fixed his uniform, dusting off anything that could make him look unpleasent. He had no glasses on, but his eyes were covered instead by his hair. He brushes it off as you dont even blink to prevent missing a small detail.

Fearing that he might notice you staring, you snap back into reality and walk over to him, fixing your composure.

"Lets go?" You arrive infront of him as he lights up, nodding. "Lets go."

You two were near the meeting room, as you push open the room with Soobin trailing behind you. The room was suspiciously empty as you look around to see a sign of someones prescence.

"No one's here? Are they late?" You cross your arms. Soobin replies, "Maybe. Lets just-"

The door suddenly locks as you hear someone meddle with the lock, with some keys jingling. "What the hell!" You and Soobin shout in unison as you both attempt to try and open the door.

"Did the janitor not see us enter?" You let go of the door as you look for the backup key placed in the room. It was nowhere to be found. You searched every corner- even the floor and the walls incase they were there. Soobin double checked the areas you searched, sadly, it wasn't there.

"How about I call someone?" Soobin asks, "I forgot about that, you call." You sigh as you thought you've finally found a solution to the problem at hand. Soobin dials Taehyun's number as he waits for it to ring.

But you comepletely forgot something. It was rehersals for the intrams and- "Rehersals." You mutter under your breath, "What?" Soobin looks at you as the phone rings. It was rehersals, and the teacher leading it was Mr. Jeonghan, known to be strict and can behead someone if he wants to. If Soobin was to call Taehyun- the poor boy would be scolded and you wouldn't want that. Mr. Jeonghan isn't really.. nice.

"Turn that off!" You immediately shout to Soobin as he looked startled and ended the call. "You almost got Taehyun killed." You sigh as you feel the urge to slam your head on the table.

"Huh?" He perhaps didn't hear about who was leading today. Anyone in the school would know about Mr. Jeonghan's terrifying attitude, and getting in trouble would equal to the world ending.

"Mister Jeonghan was leading rehersals, Taehyun would've died." You laugh as Soobin realizes and laughs along with you.

"Is everyone at rehersals?" You ask, as you remember Soobin organizing rehersals for the afternoon.

"Every single... student." He quietly responds as you feel yourself sink into the chair you sat in.

You both were locked in a room where in the lock was outside of the room. It was completely stupid- but when you asked the teachers why, they said it was 'to prevent from students skipping meetings and any unknown plans to emerge' which was clearly impossible. The ones who have the keys are you, Soobin and the janitor. You and Soobin's keys were surrendered to the teachers for now.

Looking at the man beside you, he looked quite calm as he looked around the room, before he noticed you looking at him.

"Save your eyes for looking for the key, not for looking at me." He chuckles as you snap out and divert your gaze somewhere else.

"I was just zoning out." You roll your eyes with Soobin just giggling his butt off.

But your gaze cant help but stay at the boy sitting down beside you. He looked awfully attractive right now, with his lips coated in pink, his cute nose, and his eyes covered by his slightly wet from sweat hair, he looked like everything that can be described as attractive.

You feel your ears go red as you stare at him, taking in his beauty into your mind and think, how you've never found this man this beautiful in the past.

He feels your stare, and he feels like he should return it. The room was silent- but the tension was loud. He couldn't think of a solution on how go get out with you looking at him so dearly.

"Fuck it," His demons couldn't hold him back anymore, as his arm snaked around your back, pushing you gently towards him as he leans over, with his one hand on your back and one on the table, as he aimed at you.

The feeling you felt not so long ago returned- everything blurred out except for the man right infront of you, as he leaned closer and closer, in a teasing pace.

He looks overly confident, based on his face. You never know what he's thinking, can the two of you even think straight with this current situation?

You were about to aim for his pinkish lips- the cute ass lips he had as he leaned in closer, with his two other hands sliding onto your waist as you two closed the distance between the both of you even more, but not enough to fully close it.

Not even hearing the door unlocking, with the loud key's jingling, due to the fact you two were lost in the moment, you hear someone scream as you two pull away from your closed distance.

"AAAAAAH!" You see Huening Kai doing his dolphin scream, with Taehyun standing in the door with the keys in hand, jaw dropped seeing his seniors doing something like that.

Soobin's eyes widen as he looks away from you, but his hands remain on your waist as the two juniors walk into the room, closing it as fast as they can.

"Ehem." You two look at Taehyun staring down at Soobin's hand gripping at your hips as Soobin suddenly retreats with Kai becoming pale as the white clouds outside. Your waist feels a little abandoned as Soobin's hands gone as your ears burn red.

"Sorry to mess with your.. uh, business. But you almost got me killed. You better pay for that." Taehyun crosses his arms as you chuckle frantically, "I told you." You nudge Soobin's shoulder as he laughs.

"You two were missing at rehersals, and Mr. Jeonghan is fuming! We saw some girls giggling on the side, which were Vice President's close friends and we assume they did 'all in' to the two of you." Taehyun adds, with Kai still at the side pale as a ghost.

"So thats what 'all in' meant." You sigh as Soobin sits their awkwardly, still quite embarassed from what happened. "They meant to do that to tease us."

"Anyways, you two were called to Mr. Jeonghan's office, I just pray for the two of you." Kai manages to let out a word.

The two leave you two as there was a shift in the atmosphere. You clear your throat as you stand up, "Lets head to Mr. Jeonghan's office." Soobin nods as you two felt a red hue painted around your faces.

After heading to Mr. Jeonghan's office, you and Soobin share a few fits of laughter as you two escaped the whole mess you two were dragged in.

You scold your two friends, Soyeon and Yuqi as they planned out everything. 'All in' was a thing in the school to tease couples by locking them into a room when they find an opportunity to.

You just hope you could shake off the memory of that incident at the meeting room out of your head.

For the past few days- nothing really changed. Its almost as if nothing ever happened, well, it's better that it remains this way. You dont know whatever possesed you to lean onto him, or whatever made you aim for his lips, you just dont want to know.

It hasn't been awkward between you two, its just what you two have been doing during the first day of the whole 'fake' dating thing.

You liked it, honestly.

"How has practice been lately?" You ask the boy beside you, the one you've been thinking about lately, as he looks at you grinning a little.

"Its alright. Just make sure to come often so you can practice along." The side of his lips curve a little as you nod, thinking about a methood to balance out all your schedules.

Unfortunately, you and Soobin were assigned to the same team, and the boy was unusually active. He joined the yell competition, along with the dance- which is pretty unusual because of his shy behavior.

"Hey, Soobin." You remember something your circle of friends mentioned, they were planning out an outing along with their other friends from other grades, which meant it was a quite large group of people. You remembered your friends asking to tag a friend of yours along, and maybe the boy beside you can.

"Yeah?" He looks at you, willing to listen. "Want to join an outing? I dont know how many people will be there, but its basically people from school and my circle of friends."

He thinks for a while, "Sure. Just text me the details, and maybe i'll pick you up." He flashes a wink towards you as you laugh and nudge him.

The plan resulted into a camping trip, somewhere popular, and quite crowded, but not too much. It was somewhere near a tourist stop by a lake. All of you would stay there for about two days, since it was a weekend.

The amount of people were suprisingly wasn't that large. It was about twelve people, which you didn't expect because people mentioned they would ask alot of people, but it only resulted into bringing twelve people.

"Girl, the meeting place is at the park. How are you gonna go?" Soyeon calls you exactly at 8am in the morning, and the call time was 9:30 in the morning. "Soobin's gonna pick me up." You reply as you pack some stuff for the trip.

"Soobin? How interesting." Her chuckle rings across the phone call. "Anyways, see you soon. Make sure you arrive safe." You two bid farewells as you end the call, and dialing Soobin's number.

It takes about three second before he answers, "Im on my way, no worries." He snickers as you laugh, "Soyeon just called, so I made sure you weren't ditching me."

"I wouldn't ditch you, sweetheart. So just wait, okay?" You giggle, "Okay, okay. Its confirmed." His deep chuckle wakes you up a little as you finish packing.

After a while, Soobin calls ones again telling you he was infront of your house, waiting.

"Good morning." You open the passenger seat as you set your backpack in the side of your feet, "Morning." Soobin replies as he takes a bite of the sandwhich in his hand.

"I pray, Choi Soobin's driving wont cause my death." You clasp your palms together as Soobin laughs, "It wont, I promise." He drives off as you two drive to the meet up place assigned.

On your way, you two cross over a highway, since you live a little far from the city, you have to cross a highway to avoid traffic.

You look at the view from your window, the sight of birds and bodies of water around the road makes you smile a little. You were a little embarassed to ask the boy beside you to roll up the windows so you could take in the fresh air.

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, he rolls doen the window, as the smell of the water washes over you as you feel the refreshing winds and hear the birds chirp. The sound of the car and the waves of water sway over along with the air as you hum, satisfied.

"I like to roll my windows when I see a view like this, the fresh air feels nice." Soobin speaks whilist staring at you, before retuning his gaze to focus on the road.

"Agreed." You nod, "Its nice."

The sound of the strong winds as Soobin speeds up hits your ears as you stare at the birds flying around the air, as your hair flew around your face, the cool winds along with the water is enough to make you enjoy this moment.

You trap yourself into your own thoughts, as you feel a little worried. Bringing Soobin meant you had to put up the facade of the two of you being together- and the fear of someone finding out your little secret creeps inside your mind.

You've been wondering too, why did Soobin agree in the first place? Why would he agree to something that could be a bother, or better yet can burden him with a big responisibility? Was it out of pity, or he had an unspoken reason? You can never know what he thinks.

You can never fully understand what Soobin does.

a/n: i love how i went from a short oneshot to a long one LOLLL anyways, pt 2 soon and dont mind if theres typo i didnt proofread this cuz it was so long and i dont know why it is

i feel like they're so rushed, but its like smtn related to desires or something <3 (trying to cope) anyways, tune in for the next partt

until next time, @takeurexam

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.192 Welcome home

I have zero idea what went down at home while I dealt with the rental property, but Desiree was not herself as we made our way to Gilbert Gardens. I'd never seen her so unhappy before. Sometimes, I poke around the parenting forums to see what others are going through and how they handle it. There are countless stories about toddler tantrums. As I told Dub the other day, Desi has her moments. But it wasn't until that afternoon I realized she'd never had a true meltdown before. At least not until now. She screamed the entire way to the house. And when I carried her inside, she actually fought me. Yes, Desi, my sweet potato kicked and slapped me and pulled my hair. Sophia said nothing and ignored the whole thing, so I suppose whatever this was about started with her, and she was glad to escape the child's wrath. One thing I learned after reading all those accounts was that these tantrums don't last long, and ignoring is actually the best solution. If you try to fix it by scolding them or even bargaining with them, you could make it worse, so I bit my tongue and just took it. Good thing she wasn't at a good vantage point to do any real damage.

I did, however, set some ground rules when I put her down. Regardless of what the forums say to do, I am the one who sets the tone for this family, and in this family, we don't do emotional outbursts like that. I'm very serious about this being a new chapter of our lives, and I want it to begin on a good note. So, I told her she can holler all she wants, but she's gonna have to stay outside and do it because she's not bringing all that noise into our new house. She continued screaming and stamping her little foot but calmed down pretty quickly, since she really wanted to go inside. I sat her down in the living room with some building blocks while Sophia and I hung our pictures. Once everything was in order, we chilled in the living room for the first and probably only time and enjoyed the fruit of our labor.

Rosie was in one of her clingy moods and joined us, so I played with her for a moment.

"You know what?" I said to her. "I know exactly what you need. Wait here."

I went upstairs and changed into my workout gear.

"I'm gonna introduce you to Gilbert Gardens! You're gonna love it."

As soon as she saw the leash, she knew it was game on and began barking and jumping around. We headed out. I was so excited to share my favorite place with her, I kinda forgot how long the trails around the lake and the Arboretum are. Rosie had a great time, but my knees were screaming by the time we go home. I hadn't jogged a long distance in a while, but that pain was different from being out of shape. I'm definitely getting old.

We all stayed close for the rest of the afternoon, even Rosie. I guess I finally wore her out, heh. That evening, the first of our new neighbors came to welcome us. The Whitney family live in the first house on our street across from the splash park. Neil, however, has actually lived in the neighborhood for a long time. Judging from his son's age, he and I may have moved to San Sequoia around the same time. It's kinda funny that he and I could have met earlier but never ran into each other. He bought that house for his family. He and his ex-fiancee had Karson, their son, when they were just dating. Neil was pretty keen on getting married and raising him together, so he proposed. She accepted, but was very focused on her career and never prioritized planning the wedding. Neil bought the house, thinking they would all live there together one day only for her to call off the engagement. They shared custody for a while until Karson decided to live with Neil full time. And later, and Neil met and married Kaila. It's so funny to me how sims tell me their entire life's story after only knowing me for three seconds. Unlike Chi Chi, Neil doesn't talk a lot. He's just very expressive when he does. As a fellow expressive man, it was great to be on the receiving end.

Karson didn't say much, but he was giving big spoiled brat vibes. Kaila was very extra. The Whitney family was definitely an interesting bunch. When they left, I put Desi to bed. Then Sophia and I christened a few rooms, hee hee.

[wonik1ss]

✦ LIPS ON MINE — ❝ yu karina ❞

[ it's hot when you have a meltdown ]

synopsis • a break up leads you back to your one true love ( 715 ) sad girl hours :( < song rec : my kink is karma and pinky pony club — chappell roan >

“yours just to much”

“what do you mean to much?”

“I just mean.. like.. all your shit”

“me being human?”

“your just so dependent on me?”

“you made me drop half of my friends”

“don’t switch this on me”

“can we talk in person?”

“it’s raining hard.. I’m just going to get this over with”

“what are you talking about?”

“pretty girl I’m breaking up with you”. a giggled was heard in the background.

“she is so clingly..”

“is that dona? I thought you were done with your ex.. what the fuck bee?”

“bye”

it was ok to be clingly when you were biting on her neck.. it was ok to be to much when pulled you away from your friends to make out.. and it was ok for you to drop your friends the second they were to much..

your bike was wearing down put you still peddled in the pouring ran.. ‘she was right about the ran’

when she took your first time it was alright for her to keep going when you felt weird.. it was ok for her to touch up on her ex when all your friends were gone..

the tears keep coming and as the cats picked up you got into the bike lain and turned on your phone. the only person left was karina. you plugged in your wired buds and keeped on cycling

it was so fucking ok when you saw her kissing dona three weeks ago.. when she slut shamed your friends.. when she yelled at you one second the ‘needed’ your touch the next’

after fifteen calls you pulled into karina’s drive way. dry heaving wiping the tears s of your face. you threw your bike on her lawn and banged on her door. she was all you had left

it was ok when she-

“y/n what happened?”. you dropped into karina’s arms as you tried to tell her what happened. soon you were in her hoodie cuddling with nothing but her desk light on. she whipped your tears and stared at your red eyes.

“it’s ok..”

“they all told me.. they all fucking told me and I lost them to her..”

“you didn’t loose me..”. you smiled. from five to twenty three karina was there for you. being in her arms and thinking about what happened you fell into a haze. you got closer and closer. and then your lips touched. karina’s body stiffened.

“KISS KISS KISS”. you rolled your eyes at your friends. you were freshly fifteen ima circle of pimpled teens who had ranging hormones playing kiss the bottle. karina rolled her eyes too but deep down inside she had been waiting for this moment since her meet you in third grade.

karina sat opposite of you and you cupped her cheeks and kissed her. now she knows the kiss was shit. but back then it being her first meant everything. one of her first kisses with you. the next happened during your school play two years later. your body had grown and karina’s feelings for you had grown stronger.

your friends giggled pushing you into the storage closest. everyone but you knew about the crush. as you fell you felt hands grab you and your lips landed on karina’s when you finally hit the floor. you layed still for a second. and then got up and apologized over and over again. until your theater teacher opened the door and glared at your friends. three years after that you were studding with karina.

you decided to watch a raunchy film and things got heated. again you kissed. karina still remembers what you chalked it up to ‘all best friends kiss once or twice’. now again as you kissed at at twenty three. this time karina shut it down right away. you stared at her.

“your.. your not in the right state of mind?”. you nodded and cuddled deeper into her chest. then for hours you listened to chappell roan and watched romance films. while karina was in her own head. was it wrong.. was it so so wrong to want to kiss you again even if your reasons weren’t the same. karina was fine being the fall back as long as her lips were on yours again. like they always would be.

[silantryoo]

kim chaewon x iz*one!reader (angst)

WARNINGS ;  iz*one disbandment

you watched as chaewon sobbed in yena's arms.

yena's eyes met yours, forcing you to look away.

you ignored the worried stares from your now ex-members. you couldn't cry. not when you knew it would hurt chaewon more than it would hurt you.

you look over to the empty crowd of people as you bit your bottom lip. this is the end.

why did it have to happen so soon?

[august 31, 2018]

miraculously, you had tied with chaeyeon for the twelfth seat. what was originally supposed to be twelve became thirteen.

it was a miracle.

you didn't believe it when your name got announced. you remember juri shaking you, looking at your trainees from PLEDIS, seeing yunjin crying in the stands... seeing kaeun smiling down at you.

it felt wrong to be in the spotlight when they weren't.

you walked up to the stage, trying your hardest not to cry. briefly, your eyes met chaewon's. she was crying too, happy that she had the chance to debut with you. suddenly, all the guilt you carried disappeared. all the blood, the sweat, the tears, it was all worth it to be with her. you nodded, smiling at her, telling her that you were okay.

you guys made it.

[december 12, 2019]

it happened one night while the girls were out practicing for the next comeback, 'FIESTA'.

you ended up getting food poisoning from going out the night before with yena and yujin (the two had always eaten there, so their stomachs were used to the street food). chaewon had offered to stay behind to take care of you.

it was awkward, to say the least.

you and chaewon weren't close anymore, at least not like in produce 48. you decided to keep your distance from the girl. it was too scary, hearing your heart beat for someone you were only supposed to be friends with.

"y/n," chaewon entered the room, bottled water and a bowl of kimchi soup in her arms. "how are you feeling?"

"not good." you were sweating through your clothes. "how the hell are yena-unnie and yujin-ie not dying? i feel like my insides are getting fried."

chaewon sat down next to you, a soft smile on her face. "i think you just have a weak stomach."

you rolled your eyes, covering your face with a pillow. "you're one to talk, kim chaewon-ssi."

"whatever," chaewon chuckled as sat you up, ignoring the muttering under your breath. "just sit up so i can feed you."

"i can do it myself," you huffed, trying to take the bowl from chaewon. "i don't want to be bugging you."

chaewon held back a frown. she mixed the soup slightly. "it's my job to take care of you..."

you felt yourself blush, missing the look of disappointment on her face. you knew that it probably meant nothing. chaewon probably stayed back to avoid practicing, a normal excuse. she didn't stay for you.

what a stupid thought, y/n, you thought to yourself.

"you should've let yena-unnie take care of me." you muttered, grabbing the bowl away from her. "that idiot is the reason i'm here anyways."

chaewon nodded and stayed silent as you ate.

you cleared your throat, sensing that you did something wrong, but couldn't tell what. the two of you sat, neither of you talking until you finished. you whispered a 'thanks' and gave her the empty bowl.

hesitantly, you reached to grab the water bottle in her hand.

"do you want yena-unnie to take care of you instead?" chaewon asked in a small voice.

you look at her bewildered. "what?"

"y/nnie," chaewon whispered, grasping onto the water bottle. "do you not like me?"

"chaewon-unnie, what are you talking about?" you reached for her hand. the room filled with a heavy silence as you waited on the older girl to speak.

"every time i try to talk to you, or get close to you, you push me away." chaewon could feel the tears starting to form in her eyes. "I've been trying so hard to get you to finally talk to me again, but it feels like i lost you somehow."

you swallow dryly. "unnie..."

"what did i do wrong?" chaewon held back a sob. you didn't know why she was crying, but seeing her like this, especially when it was your fault...

"it's not your fault." you tried to reason. "it's-"

"it's yours. i know." chaewon wiped her tears, tearing her hand way from yours. "whatever. i'll tell yena-unnie to hurry up with practice."

you watched her as she gripped the empty bowl, waiting for you to finish your water. you gripped the bottle tightly, trying to find the courage to talk. it felt like your throat had closed.

you grabbed her hand, urging her to listen. "i like you."

chaewon shook her head. "you don't."

"i do." your head hung low.

was this the end of your friendship?

"i like you, unnie... too much." you looked up at her, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "i've been avoiding you because i'm in love with you.

"when we were in produce, you made me feel like i belonged there." you said, barely above a whisper. "you made me believe that i wasn't just dragged there by my company because i was a pretty face. you made me want to debut.

"i'm sorry... i got scared." you let go of her arm, gripping the bed sheet in front of you. "i'm not supposed to feel like this."

your eyes moved in front of you, waiting for her to yell at you, or storm out in disgust.

"how do you think i felt?" you heard from beside you. you can hear chaewon holding back her tears. "you think this is easy for me, too?"

"what are you talking about?”

"y/n, i love you." chaewon sniffled. "i've been in love with you and all this time, i thought you found out. i thought you hated m-."

you grabbed her neck and pulled her closer, placing a kiss on her tear-stained lips. she tasted like everything you dreamt of, and more. you pulled away, holding the older girl as she sobbed into your chest.

"i could never hate you."

i love you, kim chaewon. i love you more than you know.

[april 28, 2021]

you and chaewon had been dating for a while.

no one except yena and chaeyeon knew, considering those two were your old roommates. they had been fully supportive of you two, covering for you guys whenever you wanted to go out on a date. helping you guys switch to a more private room. anything to make it easier. and as much as you both appreciated it, you and chaewon knew it wouldn't last, not in this industry and not in this circumstance.

you just didn't expect it to happen so soon. why was everything happening so soon?

you entered your shared room with your girlfriend. you closed the door quietly as she rummaged through the closet, packing up her suitcase.

"jagi," chaewon smiled at you, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

she walked towards you, pressing a soft, bittersweet kiss against your lips. you pulled back slowly, stroking her bangs out of her face. chaewon bit her lip as you pushed her tears aside.

"y/n, i think-"

"i know." you whispered, too terrified to hear the inevitable. "i know we should."

chaewon's tears began to flow faster as she pulled you close. "i don't want to."

you frowned. "me neither."

but you had to.

both of you barely had time for each other as is. after every fight, make-up, and compromise, you already knew how hard it would be once you both became trainees again. breaking up was the only natural thing to do, and you both agreed. (what she didn't say is that she didn't understand. why couldn't she juggle her idol life and you? why did you have to put her first?)

you smiled as you kissed her nose, cherishing her warmth.

chaewon was the type of person to put 100% of everything into something she loved. you knew that you would end up as an obstacle in her life, and you weren't gonna stop her from reaching her dreams. it was painful, but it was necessary.

"what do we do?" the older girl's voice cracked slightly.

"i don't know." you whispered, kissing the top of her forehead. you gave her a smile. "are you almost finished packing your stuff?"

"yeah. i'm going to HYBE after the final meet today with kkura-unnie." you could see the slight fire in her eyes as she spoke. there she was. “what about you?"

you didn't tell her that you might train in HYBE as well. or that you got an offer for YG for their new girl group, or that STARSHIP had reached out to you as well. it didn't matter, you weren't planning to go to debut again anyway.

"i haven't decided yet," you told her honestly. chaewon frowned, pulling back slightly. "i thought you were gonna go to JYP?"

"i was." you smiled at her. you held back a sob as the tears finally began to fall. "but... i don't wanna do that, not without you, i mean."

"y/n..."

"let's just get this over with." you whispered, pulling away from her. the both of you knew what it meant.

chaewon nodded, backing up as she turned to face the closet once more.

"i'm sorry." it's over between us, isn't it?

"it's not your fault." i know you didn't want it to be like this, unnie but it's for the best. "don't blame yourself."

chaewon wiped her tears.

"okay." i love you, y/l/n y/n.

you bit your tongue as quietly sobbed. you headed to the washroom.

i love you too, kim chaewon.

try again?

> main masterlist.

[jqmalikhsgib]

planets aligned

note: this is for my plus size readers! as a plus size woman myself, we deserve more representation!!!

one

you groaned as your alarm goes off. you reach over to slam your hand against the machine, but you couldn’t find the button. you frowned with your eyes closed until you felt someone turning in the bed.

you turned slowly to find your ex boyfriend cuddled up to you. you remember the events of last night. both of you had got really drunk, talking and laughing about the past. you remember the paparazzi yelling at you when you left the club that night, holding hands with trey.

you groaned once more before getting up and finding your clothes scattered all over the bed. quickly grabbing them, you rushed to get dressed before leaving his hotel room. you put on your shades, knowing the paps are most likely waiting for you outside.

when you spot them you groan once more before walking out the building.

“yn! yn! yn!”

“yn, what does this mean for you and trey?”

“are you and trey back together?”

“she we be expecting a wedding soon?”

you ignore every last question. thankfully your best friend was outside waiting for you. you didn’t even have to call.

you hop in the car quickly before she drives off and hands you a coffee. “you’re a lifesaver!”

“none of that. what were you thinking?! trey? seriously? you went home to him of all people?”

you frowned. you knew exactly why she was upset. trey had cheated on you for the whole two years you were together. he was a dick and mentally abused you for half of your relationship. he’s the reason why you’re so insecure about your body. for so long, many people have called you fat, you never really battered an eye. when trey did it, you became shy, closed off, started wearing baggy clothes, quit multiple modeling jobs, you became super depressed. your best friend was the one to pick up the pieces. if it wasn’t for her you’d probably end your entire career and move back home to your parents house, who cut you off until you come to your senses and quit this modeling nonsense.

of course if you let that happen you’d let them win. besides, you were a very successful model! you earned way too much money and had millions of women who adored you to pieces. you were one of the few faces to plus size and bigger women who struggled with their confidence because of bullies and internet trolls who had nothing better to do than harass a woman for being comfortable in her skin.

you enjoyed your career and your fanbase. you weren’t about to let some loser like trey or your parents take this way from you.

“i know, fariah, i know! i wasn’t thinking. i was drunk and horny. trust me, im kicking myself already.” you sigh.

“you better be lucky i explain to your date that it was an idiotic mistake and it’ll never happen again. he agreed to still meet you.”

you shook your head aggressively. “absolutely not! im not going on a date with another one of your boyfriends, friends. they’ve all been a total disaster, fariah. i have no idea jason had friends like that. you seriously need to tell him to hang out with better people.” you state.

“confessions? they’re more like jason’s brothers, friends.”

“that explains a lot then! jason’s brothers a dick.”

“come on! one more date, please? if this one turns out to be a dick, no more!”

“fine! what’s his name?”

“preston.”

“he sounds like an asshole! but i’ll give it a shot! no more after this, though! please?”

“cross my heart.”

you’d been at the restaurant you were suppose to meet this preston guy. it had been an hour since you’ve sat down, waiting. you roll your eyes, realizing you’d been stood up.

finally getting the courage to sit up and head to the bar, you ordered a drink. you were extremely embarrassed. you felt like everyone was staring at you.

in that moment you decided to give up on love and just stay single forever. every guy you’ve dated had been boys men who clearly had commitment issues or simply just assholes who didn’t know how to please a woman.

your sex life was completely sad and dull. most men just wanted to get off. they couldn’t care less about making another woman cum. it had been a while since a man has made you orgasm.

that wasn’t the biggest issue, though. you were just tired of getting your heart broken. you’d let someone in, they show you love and affection for a few weeks, suddenly they act like you don’t exist. it was exhausting!

you wanted—needed something more.

“penny for your thoughts?” you turned. you were about to tell the guy to leave you the hell alone but, he was none other than eddie munson.

you remember having multiple corroded coffin poster on your wall back home. you loved corroded coffin! your parents hated listening to them. they were into classical music and never understood why you listened to such ‘trash’ music.

you didn’t understand why you liked them either. you weren’t much of a heavy metal fan, but they sounded amazing. not to mention, eddie was your celebrity crush. he was handsome with his long dark hair, leather jacket, the multiple rings he’d wear, the guy-liner, most importantly, the tattoos and piercings. god, he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

you were ten when you started listening to corroded coffin. eddie was twenty-six. now you were twenty-six and you knew he was in his early forties.

but eddie was still handsome as ever. though today he didn’t have long wavy hair. instead he had somewhat of a bold cut. it suited him, honestly.

he definitely had more muscle on him, his facial hair was coming in slightly, he dressed a little more the same, currently wearing a black sabbath t-shirt. he looked amazing.

“you okay there, pretty girl?”

pretty girl?! holy shit!

“uh—yeah it’s just—you’re eddie munson.”

eddie chuckles. “that’s correct! but you’re yn yln! everyone adores you. including my daughter.”

“oh? she a fan, huh?”

“yeah! all she talk about is you. ‘daddy, yn posted another photo!’ ‘dad, yn commented on my post!’ ‘oh, yn is going to paris. could we go too, daddy?!’ she likes you more than me.”

yn giggles.

“well she should adore you! i use to listen to corroded coffin all the time growing up. my parents hated my ‘loud ass music’ but i couldn’t get enough. i still listen to you guys when i need to just feel, you know?”

“hmm, i completely understand, darlin. so i take it you’re a huge fan?”

“you’re kiddin right?! absolutely. i had the biggest crush on yo—” before you could stop yourself, you groan.

eddie smirks. “yeah? was crushin on me hard, sweetheart?”

“god, please tell me i can rewind that and start over?”

“don’t think that’s how that works, baby. but if it makes you feel any better, im crushin on you now.”

suddenly the room gets significantly hotter. eddie runs his hands against your cheek. “i got a hotel room right above the restaurant. why don’t we head up there?”

you hum as eddie grabs your hand and you both head to the elevator.

the very next day you woke up to another alarm. immediately getting deja vu you shot up. when you turned you heard the bathroom door open. when eddie munson walks out he had a towel wrapped around his waist and he smirks at you.

“good morning, baby. slept good last night?”

you blush when you think about the events of last night. eddie had made you cum a number of times. you lost count after three. he’d been the best sex you’ve ever had in a long time. and the aftercare, fuck! he was such a gentleman. your brain soon starts to fumble though. you knew this was probably a one time thing.

eddie hasn’t dated since his ex wife died, leaving him with a daughter to raise on his own. you didn’t expect anything else from him.

“yeah! it was great.”

you give him a fake smile before looking for your clothes. once you found them, you got up and started to put them on. eddie frowns.

“what are you doing, baby?”

“i get this was a one time thing. i don’t wanna waste anymore of your time. im just gonna head out.”

“hey! first, you don’t need to go, okay? second, i had a great time with you, and lastly, who said anything about a one time thing?”

“i just assumed you wanted me gone. i don’t know. most guys expect me to leave right after. guess im use to it.” you shrugged your shoulders.

eddie shakes his head. “those are little boys, darlin! im a grown ass man, alright! i definitely wanna keep seeing you. maybe take you on a few dates, get to know each other better, possibly start a real relationship, baby.”

you smiled widely. “yeah?”

“mhm! now take that goddamn bra off and let’s me order some room service and possibly fuck you some more, yeah?” eddie walks over to you and kisses you passionately.

“okay!”

“good girl.” he smirks as you shiver.

[canislupus-exe]

Made for Each Other | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again. 

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.