#re : bleach in my hair just to get away.

[justashadetalkative]

Mun vs. Muse

(Stolen from a few of you at this point xD)

[nearestend]

dynamic tags.

ada + david, re : but here i blur into you.

ada + una, re : pry me loose from your deep blue vein.

adam + alice, re : this is a love song.

adam + col, re : bleach in my hair just to get away.

adam + luanne, re : you're a symphony‚ i'm just a sour note.

alice + ashton, re : stuck to me like a splinter.

alice + olympia, re : you and me‚ we're the final girls.

alice + xeno, re : imaginary friend‚ you live up in my head.

amy + laurie, re : they knew it was a love story.

ellie + jamie, re : find me‚ forget me.

ellie + marlene, re : haunt me then.

ellie + olympia, re : please picture me in the trees.

ellie + xeno, re : dark woods in the heart of winter.

harry + adam, re : there's vampires at my door.

jack + olympia, re : you're on your own‚ kid.

jack + sid, re : i think your house is haunted.

jack + teddy, re : mirror my malady.

kate + tyler, re : if you feel it‚ chase it.

noah + carter, re : it's so depressing having everything i wanted.

noah + lizzie, re : it feels the end of a movie i've seen before.

group dynamics.

blemishes, re : play the greatest hits.

the ainsworths, re : i know it's for the better.

the core four, re : three‚ then four‚ then three.

[princessbrunette]

I love stepbro!jj, what about step sis asking jj to help her cum because she just can’t get the write angles :(

HELPING HAND ♡

tryin something new n decided to be less lazy with my writing and presentation. ♡

CW: step-cest, tiny bit of faux-cest if you blink i think ?? this is dark content technically, do not interact if that’s not ur thing. aside from that, usual warnings such as smut and mentions of past family issues. proceed with caution ❀

You loved when JJ came home.

It was simple, something he did everyday — well, most days atleast if he wasn’t off on some grand adventure you’d hear about a few days later, curled up to his side on the couch digging your toes into his thigh and begging him for details.

Anyway, JJ was different when he’d come home. Not like himself in the morning, running around frantically always half way out the door, still pulling up his pants holding the bagel you had put in the toaster between his teeth, ruffling your hair as he passes you as an apology for stealing your breakfast.

JJ when he came home was calmer. Not always super tired, just… done with the day, happy to be home, happy to see you. He was still warm from the sun, despite it having gone down hours ago, and always smelt like salt water still from being in and out the ocean all day. He’d wear a lazy dopey smile, dropping down on the worn leather of the couch beside you, spreading his arms along the back of it.

Today was different, and you wanted to be your usual silly and playful self with him, chatting until it gets late, your mother passed out asleep and his father taking a night shift up on the pier, a job JJ thinks he’s lucky to have talked himself into, yet pleasantly surprised he’s kept it up this long. Nights like these, your chatting would turn to playful wrestling, any excuse to get your hands on eachother and then a few guilty, chaste kisses once he’d inevitably pinned you. You weren’t in your usual mood however.

He hadn’t touched you in a while, not like that anyway. The glossy, pearl pink of your nail had been chipped off from your incessant nibbling, anxious thoughts swirling your mind regarding whether JJ had come to his senses, realising he shouldn’t be helping his little step-sister like this, and he’d rather just pretend it didn’t ever happen. God, had he spoken to someone about it? Been guided out of your needy hands? Your wondering had lead you to pull away slightly, not seek out his help like you so badly wanted to, trying to please yourself the way he did, attempting to remember the exact way he curved his fingers against your squelchy spot.

But your fingers weren’t long like his, and no matter how far you bent your wrist it just wouldn’t crook up to the angle you needed— and you didn’t even wanna get started on your lack of coordination in rubbing your clit at the same time, it was all too much for your hazy little head, and after pretty much working yourself to tears you’d resorted to huffing, pulling up your pyjama shorts and going to sulk on the couch in the dark, room lit up by old Spongebob re-runs.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes when JJ came home, and you wasn’t sure why. Well, you were — you were in a foul mood, and him walking through the door all warm and smiley and devastatingly charming just made you throb harder, clenching hard enough that you could crush a fuckin’ walnut in there. His dumb little sleeveless shirts and shorts and backwards red cap smushed over an abundance of sun-bleached hair. He didn’t even try, he just woke up and looked like that. It was twisted. How dare he.

“No ‘hello’? Y’know, you’re too pretty for all that pouting. Wanna talk about it? Talk to Papa J?”

He’s already teasing you, it’s like he knew. He flops down onto the couch next to you, leather covered couch cushions hissing under his weight, stretching himself across the space like he usually did. You wanted to crawl into his lap and rock against his dick and have your tongues wrap around eachother, but he wasn’t your boyfriend. He was your step-brother, you both needed to resist for a painful amount of time before you gave in, to prove to yourselves you were good, normal people. You didn’t see the point, you’d said it once and you still thought it— JJ was just bein’ a good big brother, helping you out when you need him so desperately. However, the denial of your shared feelings had become routine, and if it’s what it took for JJ to give in and help you, you were happy to play ball.

“S’bad JJ, I shouldn’t say. Doesn’t matter anyway.” You all but huff, turning back to the TV. Your lashes flutter a little when he urgently shifts closer, tilting his head trying to gauge your expression. You kind of wanted to smile, you liked that he cared.

“Wh- yes it matters. Is someone bothering you?” Yes. You. A tidal wave of warmth brushes over your arms, stomach curling tightly in on itself at the thought of JJ being protective over you, teaching someone who was being mean to you a lesson. You bite your lip, and when you turn to look at him again he’s closer than he was before, brow creased waiting for you to speak.

You look at him, look at that little cut on his lip. The graze on his cheek. Wonder how it happened. You exhale slowly through your nose, brows furrowing and you blink a few times as you gather your thoughts. He thinks it’s cute when you do that.

“No one is bothering me. I just… I haven’t been able t’do what you did. As good as you did it.” You slowly spell it out, not wanting to say any of the crude terms, or even specifically have to own up to what you wanted. You said a millisecond-long prayer in hoping he would simply understand what you meant, but when you’d lifted your gaze back up to the blonde boy after shyly staring at your chipped nail polish, he was squinting one eye at you, mouth a little gaped.

“Yeah, uh— y’gonna have to be a touch more specific than that, honey. Know I’m a genius, but I ain’t a mind reader.” He leans back into the couch, relaxing once you told him no one was picking on you.

You clench your fist in your lap, looking up at the ceiling in despair as if the answer to your problems was up there. You drop your eyes back to JJ, the cause and true answer to your problem and brace yourself. “I haven’t been able to… touch myself as good as you did it to me. Tried all night Jayj, even started crying ‘cos I couldn’t do it right. Just feel all… empty since we last did it.” Your bottom lip pushes out and you curl your legs up so you could wrap your arms around them, physically making yourself as small as possible seeing as you’d wanted to disappear into the couch in that moment.

For once, JJ is lost for words.

You can’t handle the silence as he stares at you, contemplating his next action. So, you speak again. “Sorry Jayj… j’st need you to do everything for me.” You look so pitiful, it’s sweet in a kicked puppy kind of way. He’d like to consider himself a helpful kinda guy, infact he knew he was— he wouldn’t be in half the shit John B dragged him into every single day if he wasn’t constantly putting his ass on the line to help him. This was no different, this was risky. He could break up a happy family, ruin things for his dad if he got caught doing this. God, he’s such a troublemaker it made him want you more.

“Look,” He speaks, closing his eyes and fixing his hat on his head. He speaks your name softly and it just sounds better on his tongue than anyone else’s. You squish your thighs together, preparing to be shut down. Your face is all pained, and he realises you’ve come to him practically begging him to touch you because you’re hurting without him. His dick jumps in his shorts. “I’ve been tryin’ t’do the right thing. Y’know? S’not easy. When you walk around looking like that. Looking at me like that. You think I haven’t been thinking about the last time we—” He cuts himself off with a sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face. Was he mad? Your brow creases even more and he thinks you might cry, so he scoots back up to you, draping an arm round you like you’re just a kid who’s being comforted after a scolding. “It’s really that bad?” He tongues at the cut on his lip. You nod, feeling sorry for yourself and he exhales slowly out his nose. He thinks for a bit, and then just stares at you for a while. He think he might even kiss you, but then he speaks. “Lie back.”

You’re happy as a clam when you scoot back on the couch, happy you’re getting some special attention from your step brother. “Oh yeah, all smiles now huh.” He tsks playfully. You lean your back against the armrest, bringing your knees up and spreading your legs just a little. He rubs his hands over his face again in preparation before he turns his body to face you, immediately dropping down his gaze to see the wet patch in your shorts.

“Lord have mercy.” He shakes his head, a hand pressing thoughtlessly to the back of your thigh, spreading you wider. “Whyyyy do you do this to me?” He sighs under his breath, ever so casually pressing a thumb between your clothed folds, fat lips swallowing the fabric of your shorts. You suck in a breath, and release it with a whimper and his eyes leave your crotch to look at you analytically as you do so. “Jesus, alright. Take these off.” he taps the side of your hip, signalling to your shorts and you wriggle out of them, unsure what to do with them so you clutch them between your hands by your stomach. He swipes them from your hold and throws them over his shoulder, busying himself with slotting a couch cushion under your lower back. “Wont be needing those.”

“JJ, might need them incase someone comes in!” You whine, but he ignores you, stroking your thighs and squishing the dough of them, spreading your legs to witness your glossy, honeyed treasure between them.

“If someone comes in, we’re screwed as it is, shorts aren’t gonna save you.” He murmurs, adjusting himself in his pants, rock hard already. “Show me what you were doin’ and I’ll uh, I’ll try and teach you, yeah.” The blonde tried to keep his voice level, feeling better about himself if he kept this purely educational, just helping you learn your downstairs a little better.

You resist a whine, face already hot in embarrassment from asking. He watches your painted toes curl into the couch cushion, knees knocking together as you suck on your bottom lip shyly. “It’s okay, c’mon pop ‘em open again. Not like I haven’t seen it all before.” He cooes, coaxing you with a hand on your knee. You spread your legs, bringing your fingers to your lips and suckling on the tips, getting them nice and wet. You had to be doing it on purpose, this innocent act wasn’t gonna hold up much longer if you kept staring at him with those sweet doe eyes and pouty lips.

“Started like this…” You lower your fingers with a frustrated pout, dragging them down to your clit and jolting slightly when your fingers brush it, sensitive. JJ practically salivates at the reaction, watching you like a hawk, looming over you. He thinks back to the first time he touched you down there, and you got all choked up because it was too sensitive and you got all overwhelmed, clawing at his hand and saying it was too much. He recalls having to calm you down with kisses and tell you to just relax and let it happen. He’s been with quite a few ladies over time, whether it be at pogue parties, ex flings or FWB’s— none quite as sensitive as you though. None quite lovable as you either. He can’t believe he’s thinking that.

He watches you pant, his coarse fingers stroking your leg whilst you grind away at your clit, focused and letting out sweet little squeaks in response. “Pretty girl, aren’t you? Man, you’re so worth all the trouble.” He speaks quietly, intimately. You felt special when he spoke like this, never a time where JJ isn’t revelling in his bravado, loud and jokey, forever performing to deflect from his issues. You got calm JJ, intimate JJ, your very own.

You were already making a mess of yourself, so it didn’t take long until your fingers were curling down toward your hole, spreading your folds as you pushed them downward. You wasn’t too sure if that was for your pleasure, or for JJ’s view but it made you feel good regardless. You sink a finger in, eyes flitting up to watch your step-brothers reaction, clenching around your single digit when his eyes leave your pussy to look straight into yours. “There y’go.” He hums, and you get to work.

He see’s your frustration around 15 seconds in, when you just can’t get the right angle. You fidget, moving your wrist about, tilting your hips up a little— but after a while all you can do is let out a sad whine, looking to JJ for help. He gives in hilariously fast. “Okay, alright, lemme do it.” But he doesn’t start without gently taking your wrist and bringing your fingers to his mouth, briefly sucking off any remnants of you lingering on your wet fingers. “Real sweet, just like I remember.” He muses, making you trickle out more arousal from the way you clenched around nothing.

His breath catches in his throat when he slides his fingers up and down your folds, spreading them and taking the sight of you in. It wasn’t until you spoke up with a pained “Please!” that he swivelled his hand around, fingers pressing against your wanting hole.

“Lemme in, pretty. Thats it, g’nna need you to relax just a little, yeah?” He pushes a finger in and even then you feel the stretch, much bigger than your finger— and you still weren’t used to it. “Thats my girl.” He lets slip, and his eyes flicker to yours guiltily at the sentiment, only to see your brows pinched and jaw slightly agape, ruined cunt fluttering around his finger. “T’aww.” He cooes quietly, returning his eyes to the task at hand.

He lets the ball of his hand smush to your clit so you can grind on it, and at the feeling your knee jerks up a little, letting out a pleased yelp of surprise. “Shh, shh, shh.” His brow creases, a free hand holding your knee to keep you open. “Just take it baby, there you go.” He was really getting into it now, his pupil swallowing his eye, something darker about the way he stared at you in the dim light of the living room. He slides in another finger, and the coil in your stomach is already starting to tighten.

“A-already g’nna cum soon, Jayj!” You whine and he grins like an old happy dog, the brink of a laugh, wide lipped and toothy.

“Thats the point, right?” He teases, but you don’t take him in, eagerly humping your hips up into his hand, small and needy ‘please!’s spilling from your mouth. “What’ja need? I’m right here, babe.” His free hand strokes your waist now, thumb sliding along your skin to soothe you, possibly keep you quiet and calm.

“Closer.” Your lashes flutter, tears welling beneath them making the dark clusters kiss at the corners, bonded by the shimmering drops threatening to fall. “Want you closer.” You’re looking— no, staring at his mouth and he knows what you want specifically. He doesn’t care anymore, what’s a little kissing between step-siblings? Suppose it doesn’t matter when his fingers are buried into your cunt collecting a pearly ring around his knuckles.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” He grits his teeth, fingers going at your more vigorously once he leans over you, simply breathing hot air onto your lips for a moment before pushing his own against yours. You feel the cut on his bottom lip skim yours and instinctively your tongue lulls out to lick it, wanting to taste anything he had to offer. You felt depraved, your shame quickly fleeting as JJ drew you closer to your orgasm. You feel so dirty when you suck on his tongue, just the way he taught you last time, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. God, you wanted him deep in your throat, wanted to taste him everywhere, devour everything he had to offer. How could you go from a naive young girl who knows nothing of intimacy to this little desperate slut all from a few kisses and JJ’s magic fingers (As he so charmingly named them) You were starting to think it was in you all this time.

“Good girl. Can feel it comin’, just gotta let it go n’relax. M’here now.” He groans into your mouth, fingers brushing that soft gooey spot deep in your core making you cry out. He had to pacify you with more kisses, wondering what it would take to get you over that finish line. He stalls, leaving gentle kisses across your jaw as you mewl, trying to find the right words to say. He knew it was words you needed, preening and practically folding in half for him anytime the blonde directed any praise towards you at all, even as simple as a “Good job!” in a day to day basis.

It was risky, but he thought he’d try something kind of sick. Test the waters a little.

“Gotta stay quiet, baby. Don’t wanna wake up your mom now do you? Probably better off no one sees your big brother helpin’ you get that pretty pussy off, huh?”

You’re clenching so hard it nearly pushes his fingers out. God, you’re both sick.

Just like that, you’re gushing, sweet moans and hiccups swallowed by JJ’s desperate mouth as he silences you by force, letting you ride out that orgasm you so desperately needed. “I know, I know, you’re alright.” He cooes as you do so, dropping kisses in where he can because he know the moment to do so will be gone soon enough, and the guilt will kick in. For now though, he enjoys the moment, enjoys the closeness, and for a second — he can pretend you’re all his, his girl — and not a step-relative. It makes his heart clench.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Breaking Dishes - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

CollegeStudent!Rafe x CollegeStudent!Reader

🪄 re-uploaded because I had to make a new account

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Warning: SMUT, lots of pet names, lovey Rafe, friends to lovers, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v

📖 Rafe’s best friend helps him make the best of his buzz cut era and he gets whatever he’d like in exchange.

✨"Do you think about me a lot, y/n?" He breathes.

"Yes," you press out the word through a moan.

"And you wanted to know what my hands could do. Didn't you? I've seen the way you look at me," he taunts. "Are they doin' it for you, Y/N?" He works you a little harder.✨

2.8k (<- mostly smut)

Readers POV:

“It hurts.”

“Does it hurt? Or does it itch? There’s a difference.

"Both, Y/N… This is fuckin’ stupid.”

“No. Nah. Nope… What was stupid was the fact that you, a grown-ass man, didn’t know how to do his own laundry.”

“That’s what you’re for.”

You flick your eyes from his hair to the mirror, catching him with your death stare. “Keep going." He gives you a shit-eating grin, making you fight off a smile of your own.

"This has to be done." He looks at his hair in the mirror, the bleach altering his dark blonde buzz to an icy white.”

“Almost," you sing, running your polished nail through the bleach, eyeing your work.

"And I get whatever I want if I do this. Yeah?”

“Anything you’d like.”

Anything.

It started simply with you and Rafe. He looked like a pouty little man-child, holding his Ralph Lauren polo by the shoulders, his privilege showing as he eyed the streaked bleach stain across the front. This sort of shit had gone on for days. First, it was no detergent, then fabric softener only, followed by straight bleach on the third day. He looked pathetic, desperate to accomplish this simple task. You helped him on the fourth day, sparking a friendship in the process, making your first year at college a little easier.

There was so much stuff he just didn’t know how to do… Stuff that he could fully figure out on his own, but if he did… Then, he wouldn’t need you. And both of you knew that.

There was a spark. There always was. But this time, it was a loaded exchange. You do this for me, and I’ll do anything you’d like, Rafey.

“Purple shampoo?” He mumbles.

“I’m being proactive. Gotta tone it. Don’t question it,” you giggle, emulsifying the shampoo, watching the suds and bleach swirl down the sink. “Gah… Looks so fucking good." He grunts in reply. "Stay here." You run over to the rack, grabbing a fluffy white towel. "Stop!”

“What? Why? It’s my hair, Y/N. Jesus fuck.”

“‘Cause… It’s a surprise," you practically growl out the words through your excitement, swathing the towel around his head, pawing out the water.

"What am I gonna do if this looks like shit?”

“It won’t. It won’t," you smile. "What are you gonna tell Topper?" 

"That I lost a bet. I don’t know. You’re takin’ advantage of me, y/n.”

“You’re the only person I know with a buzz cut, Cameron. It fits your aesthetic. Lean into it.”

“I’m not leaning into shit.”

“Stand up.” You feel your cheeks redden as Rafe rises from his hunched-over position in the sink, his muscular frame bare, just a pair of gray sweats on his tight body. “You blushing, Y/N?" He asks as a cocky smile spreads on his lips. You bite yours, casting your gaze away as you try to collect yourself. "I look that good. Huh?" He taunts, hooking his finger under your chin, guiding your gaze to his. You stare into reach beautiful baby blues, feeling your heart start to race.

"Yeah, Cameron.”

He bites his cheek, holding back an all-too-wide smile as his cheeks redden as well. You reach up, tapping the high point of his face, silently calling him out. “Got me," he whispers, making your heart flutter. "Alright… So, can I look?" You smile and nod. Rafe turns on his heels, eyes widening as he takes himself in. He goes through all the emotions at once, landing on a meh. His lip tugs slightly, shoulders shrugging in acceptance."It’s not that bad…”

“I love it," you praise, smiling brightly back at him.

"You’re way too fuckin’ excited about this, Y/N.”

“Nah… You wouldn’t get it.”

“M'Kay. What now?” He cops a slight attitude, unenthused with the rest of your request. You snatch your phone out of your pocket, flicking to your camera, turning it on record. “NO!" He rips it out of your hand, turning it off before passing it back.

"What…" You pout.

"The fuck do you have to record this for?”

“Me!”

“What are you gonna do with it, Y/N? This goes nowhere.”

“It’s just for me, Rafey. Jesus Christ. Calm your tits.”

“Don’t tell me to calm my tits," he huffs. "I’m so fuckin’ serious, Y/N.”

“I promise,” you answer earnestly. “And, you have to say the thing.”

“I forgot.”

“Bullshit.”

“When?” He crosses his arms before his chest, his hip popped slightly.

“After I start the song, of course,” you tease. “Alexa play Breaking Dishes by Rihanna.”

“This is weird,” he snips, looking down at you disgustingly.

“It’s alright, baby girl. You don’t have to get it.”

“Don’t call me baby girl, Y/N,” he huffs as the song starts to build.

“Fine. Alright, Rafey. Lights, Camera, Action.”

“A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an…”

Rafe rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth, throwing his arms to his sides. His ab muscles flex more than before, making you squeal internally. Fuck, he looks good.  Your eyes widen, threatening him with your glare to say his fucking line. “Snow always lands on top.”

“Ah! Yes, Rafey!” You press the little red button, ending the recording, letting out a delighted squeal before jumping into his arms. His eyes fall down your body, roaming back up nice and slow. Rafe’s gaze gets stuck on your lips, wetting his own, tension building between the two of you as you wait to see if he’ll ask for what you both want.

“You know, Y/N… I wouldn’t do this shit for anybody else," he mumbles. 

"I know," you smile. "So, what do you want, Rafe?" You ask, drawing his focus back to your gaze.

"Helped you set up that big mirror last week," he rasps.

"Mhmm…”

“Wanna fuck you in front of it, Y/N." You feel your stomach flip, your heart instantly picks up pace.

"Oh.”

“That okay?" He asks, leaning in slightly.

"Yeah… That’s okay.”

“You want that?" He smiles; his lips mere centimeters from yours, breathing softly against yours.

"Yeah.”

“Words, Y/N," he whispers.

"I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror, Rafe," you respond, voice hoarse and breathy as your nerves start to get the better of you. Everything fades away as Rafe’s lips crash into yours, taking your breath away, claiming your mouth against his. Heat rolls over your skin. Your body starts to tingle, hands moving from his neck, wrapping around his broad shoulders tightly, drawing him closer. His lips are sweet, just like you expected. A soft moan escapes your lips, landing in his. You feel him smile against your kiss, making you do the same.

"You sure this is okay?" He mumbles between kisses as he walks with you into your bedroom.

”Perfect.“ Rafe’s tongue slips through your lips, greeting yours, rolling softly with your rhythm. Fuck… He draws back from you, looking at the two of you in the mirror. 

"First thing I thought about when you asked me to put this up, Y/N. Been thinkin’ about it ever since.”

“Yeah?" You smile as you look back into his blue jean eyes. "Why do you think I bought it?" His smile shifts to a smirk at the sound of your admittance. Rafe sets you down, making quick work of your clothing, peeling it off between kisses. You bite your lip as your fingers dance over the indentations of his muscles, working down to his waistband, his slutty gray sweats. You work the material over his thighs and down to his ankles. He kicks them off, just a pair of white cotton Calvin’s on his large frame. You take your time, revealing his thick cock inch by inch. His dick springs free, standing straight; a bead of cum gathered on his swollen tip.

His rough fingers ghost over your soft skin. Rafe takes hold of your breasts, pressing them together. His touch lightens, feather-soft circle over your nipples. "Rafe," you whine as you throw your head back. His mouth quickly greets your skin, sucking harshly, skimming and flicking your hardened nipple with his tongue. His hands roam down your body as his lips return to yours. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. It’s happening. Rafe’s hand disappears between your thighs, making you moan. He runs his finger along your silk. 

"So fucking wet for me, y/n," he hums, turning you to face the mirror. You feel your whole body start to pulse, every nerve firing hot. Rafe’s fingers meet your bud, circling softly. You’d always look at his hands, wondering what they could do. 

"Feels so good," you whine, causing him to chuckle sinfully. Rafe pulls another moan out of your parted lips, his dark gaze matching yours over your shoulder. He adds a second finger, curling it inside of you, thrusting in and out. Rafe moves his thumb to your clit, adding a little more pressure. 

"I’ve always wanted you," He growls, lips grazing your ear.

"Yeah," you mewl.

"Do you think about me a lot, y/n?" He breathes.

"Yes," you press out the word through a moan.

"And you wanted to know what my hands could do. Didn’t you? I’ve seen the way you look at me," he taunts. "Are they doin’ it for you, Y/N?" He works you a little harder.

"Yes! Yes." You cry. Your thighs start to tremble. Rafe’s lips lock on your neck, licking you, marking you as his own. "I’m gonna cum.”

“I know, baby. I know," he whispers against your skin. ”Can you be a good girl and cum when I tell you?“

”Rafe, I… S-Shit.“ Your eyes flick open, resting on him as you fight back your pleasure, Rafe working against you, trying his very best to push you over the holding.

"Cum.”

“Fuck!" You lose yourself, fluttering around his fingers. He continues to please you, toiling harder and quicker than before. Your lips crash into his, cries of pleasure against his mouth. The two of you are breathing heavily. Rafe sucks off your bottom lip slowly.

"I can’t wait to have you, y/n," he groans huskily. ”Fuck. That was beautiful.“ Rafe wraps his strong arms around your waist, holding you tightly. "How was that, baby?” He drawls.

“Fantastic… Holy shit.”

His hands fall down your skin, landing on your hips, turning you before pulling you close. Rafe circles your ass, squeezing you, giving you a little spank. Your urges are too strong. You just can’t resist.

You throw yourself in his arms, lips locking with his. He moans into your kiss, tongue rolling with yours. Your hands grasp the front of his thighs, nails sinking in slightly.

You drag your fingers down his tight body. A smile spreads on Rafe’s lips as you wrap your hands around his thick dick.

“Shit, y/n," he chuckles raspily as you fall to your knees.

"Can I suck your cock, Rafey?”

“Mmm… Mhmm," he groans, a lusty chuckle leaving his lips. ”Hell fucking yes, Y/N.“ You feel your confidence building by the moment. You swirl your tongue on his velvety head, collecting his precum on your tongue. Rafe takes a sharp breath, followed by a loose, drawn-out moan.

"I’ve always wanted you in my mouth, Rafe," you pant. You trace the head of his shaft, lips close, breathing warmly against him. "Do you want my mouth?" You whisper onto his tip, his lashes flutter.

"Ugh, Shit. Yes, y/n," he groans. "I need your mouth on my cock." His voice is coarse and delicious, driving you wild. You flatten your tongue, licking him from base to tip. Rafe’s fingers rake through your hair, his hands gripping the back of your head.

His hips thrust into your mouth slowly, pushing you to see how far he can go. He draws out, your tongue swirls to the tip. "Fuck me, Y/N," Rafe hums. The grip on your hair tightens.

Each thrust is deeper than the next, a soft swirl to his tip. Your eyes start to water. Rafe readjusts his stance, his eyebrows furrowing. Bringing your hands up to his balls, you play with them as well. Rafe bites his lips, grunting with each thrust as he starts to buck his hips into your mouth. You’re choking on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks. You bring your fingers down to your warmth, pleasing yourself as well.

”Y/n,“ Rafe grunts, taking notice; his breathing increases. "You’re going to make me cum, baby," he sears. He adjusts his stance, thighs quaking. ”Mmm… Y/n. I can’t wait to have you. I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you, Y/N,“ he growls, eyes pinched shut. Hollowing your cheeks, you increase your suction, causing his lips to part. You feel his dick twitch on your tongue. Rafe thrusts into you roughly, his climax spilling deep into your throat. He throws his head back again, holding yours against him as you scratch your nails along his ass. "Y/n, f-fuck," he pants, breathing rapidly. ”Ugh… Holy shit.“ You come off him slowly, eyes set on him. "Best blowjob of my life..”

“Stop,” you giggle.

“Fuck, y/n. I mean it." He helps you to your feet, quickly pulling you in tightly. He presses a kiss against your forehead, breathing rapidly, still coming down from his climax. "Can’t wait to taste you, Y/N?”

“M'so wet…" You hum, fanning the flame. His eyes darken, trailing your curves before tossing you down on the bed. You feel your pussy throb, craving Rafe’s lips; his fingers; his cock. He wraps his arms around your thighs, drawing you toward his face.

You throw your arms above your head, arching your back as his tongue glides through your silk. "Shit," you mewl as you feel the warmth of his mouth, and the whisper of his breath against your sex. Rafe buries himself between your thighs, nose brushing your clit; tongue dipping into your entrance. Your heart starts to race again. You prop yourself up on your elbow, meeting his stare. Drawing your hands up your body, you take hold of your breasts. Rafe moans against your pussy, watching as you play with yourself.

He whispers your name softly against your clit; you toss your head back. Feeling the roughness of his hand against your stomach, working higher. Rafe palms your breast, rolling your nipple softly between his fingers. You feel your pleasure building. Your body moves, grinding your hips to get a little more friction. Rafe’s hand lowers, your anticipation builds. He licks a line up your slit. His fingers toy with your entrance. "Rafe, please," you wail, your thighs widening, pressure building in between. "Ugh… Fuck!" You cry. Rafe sinks two fingers deep, his soft lips sucking roughly. Your thighs start to quiver as he thrusts his digits in and out.

”Can you cum on my fingers?“ He breathes. "Can you soak my hand for me?��

“Yes… Yes.”

“Mmm… My cock’s gonna feel so good sliding in and out of this pretty pussy, Y/N.”

“Yes!" You punch out the word, back arching off the bed. You feel your release, just like he asked, making a mess of his hand as you grip the sheets. You can hear the sound of it. His fingers working sloppily, in and out.

"Baby…" You stutter, relaxing around his fingers, craving more. Rafe grips your hips in his strong hands, tugging you even closer to the edge. You tilt your head up, watching as he takes a grip on his cock, hard and throbbing. Your eyes shift as he guides himself closer. He seizes himself by the base, tapping his dick against your clit. Your thighs tremble with each touch, spurs of pleasure, your sensitivity at an all-time high.

"So fucking wet," he praises. Rafe’s hands shift, taking a harsh hold on the back of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. "Mmm… Hold these f'me," he groans. You relax your head to the side as Rafe runs his tips through your silk, his eyes meet yours in the mirror, a smile spreading on his lips.

His mouth parts, mirroring yours as his cock starts to stretch you out. You let out a soft whimper, your eyebrows knit as he gives you all of him. Every inch pushes you to your limit; your eyes roll back as he draws out, quickly thrusting back in.

Your hands grab his forearms, holding on tightly, drawing him closer, pulling him deeper. "Look at me, Y/N," he moans, his eyes shifting from the mirror, driving into yours. He leans into you, folding you in half, pinning your thighs against the bed as he kisses you deeply. Your tongues intertwine, moaning and blissful cries are exchanged between your lips.

You separate slightly, breathing rapidly, lips hovering close. His skin slaps against yours, your forehead, nestled against his. "You’re so fuckin’ beautiful," he pants.

”God, this feels so good.“

"So good, baby," he echoes. Rafe picks up speed, feeling your walls drawn in around him. His strong hands grip your hips, using them as leverage to drive deeper.

You throw your head back, eyes shut tight as you feel yourself about to fall apart. Your mouth draws open, a string of curses and praise flow freely. Rafe’s lips lock onto your nipple, sucking hard.

"Rafe. Fuck!” Your pleasure releases, your body pulses around his shaft. Your hands reach for him, pulling slightly, tugging him toward your lips. Rafe picks you up swiftly, taking a seat on the bed, his cock still deep inside.

“Are you okay?" He pants with a smile.

"So good… So fucking good.”

You start rolling and grinding your hips on top of him. Rafe starts to bounce on the mattress. His breathing increases; you can tell he’s close. Grabbing his shoulders, you press him down on the bed. Rafe’s hands squeeze your ass tightly, guiding you, setting a rapid tempo. “Fuck… Ugh," he whimpers. "I’m gonna cum.” He takes you by surprise, drawing out quickly, rolling you to your back.

He plunges back in, reaching for air as he grunts and moans incoherent words. “I’m cumming… Shit," he groans as he climaxes. Rafe continues to drive his release deeper. He presses his lips and body against yours, rocking slowly to a stop.

"Holy shit…." he pants, holding you close. Rafe nuzzles himself into your neck, breathing rapidly as he kisses you softly. You sigh blissfully, relaxing into the bed, giving him better access to your skin. His lips work over your neck, moving up to your jaw.

"So…" he whispers.

"So," you giggle, your heart racing rapidly against his.

"I like you, Y/N, if that’s not clear. And that… Fuck. That was so damn good," he groans blissfully.

"I like you too," you cup his cheeks in your hands, kissing him gently.

"And, just so we’re crystal clear, you pictured yourself fuckin’ me and not…" He points to his hair, narrowing his eyes on yours.

"Rafe? No, President Snow. Of course, I pictured myself fucking you and not Rafe Cameron.”

“Brat." He spanks your ass, making you yelp.

"Fuck, Rafe!” You whine as you look back, watching the print shift from white to red.

“Ah, shit. You don’t like it rough, Y/N?" He taunts through a snickering laugh. You lower your lips to him, brushing gently.

"You owe me now, Rafey… Round two. I like it rough.”

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seeing brother’s best friend!jisung after three years

goes with the one-shot : do it again

— decided to post other parts of the full fic in blurbs/drabbles! i was cringing rlly bad rereading so i might tweak some parts

“Y/n?”

Expecting your brother, you’re face-to-face with Jisung. Your brother’s best friend.

While your older brother decided to attend college near home, Jisung studied abroad in Europe. You hadn’t heard from him in three years. It was almost as if he disappeared from existence, but, you think again. He shouldn’t hinder your thoughts because he isn’t your best friend, he is your brother’s– a person who did not owe you an explanation, a call, or anything, really.

“Jisung... What a pleasant surprise,” you blurted out, hoping to avert from your surprised expression.

The smirk that adorned his face gave notice of a new piercing at the corner of his lips. You just then realize how different he looks at first glance. Of course, his growth from adolescence was during high school and you had taken notice. But standing in front of you in the current time, he looks like the same Jisung you knew but maybe a tad taller, sporting tighter clothing, and toned arms– your eyes eventually travel down to his fingertips where you notice thick rings and a flashy tennis bracelet. And his hair. In high school, Jisung repeatedly destroyed his hair with bleach, occasionally adding some ginger or pink into the mix. But now, it returned to the original charcoal black color you always tried to persuade him to re-try.

“You’re staring,” he teases, resting an arm against the door frame.

God, he’s hot. This is so not good for your mental health.

“Just was expecting Taeyong. Caught me off guard,” you cross your arms.

Jisung rolls his eyes, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “You’re saying you look at Ty like that? I gotta tell him to stay away from you,” he jokes.

“Shut up, you’re disgusting,” you grimace.

“Actually, I think calling professionals will solve this problem,” he pulls out his phone, pretending to dial a number.

“You’re so annoying. Gimme that before I smack you with it,” You hurdle forward to grab the phone, but he beats you to it, holding it behind his figure. At the door frame now, shoulder to shoulder with Jisung– You’re a lot closer to him than you realized, slightly tilting your head up to look at him, and he merely looks down at you.

You really couldn’t move your feet. Both of you just stay in that position, unable to break the ice.

After what feels like a million light years, Jisung is the first one to slice through the silence.

“It’s been a while huh?”

It’s so sudden, like a smack in the face. Of course, it’s been long. But did he just notice? Did he just remember that his best friend has a sister he used to know? There’s a weird feeling in your chest at the statement because something that you occasionally reminisce about is just background noise in his life.

You just nod. “Yeah, it has.”

“I would lie and say you look the same as when I left but you look different,” he says as his low tone fills the air. Jisung only stares at you with a gaze you can’t quite comprehend. You don’t recall him ever looking at you this way.

You tilt your head to the side slightly and crinkle your eyebrows in an attempt to understand the curveball he had just thrown.

“Well, I hope that’s a good thing. If you’re here to insult me after three years, then you have something comin’ for you Park.”

“It is,” his orbs flicker around your face.

The silence is too uncomfortable for you to handle and the only excuse you can think of is: “It’s nice seeing you again Jisung, but I need you to start getting the boxes out of my car while I say hi to my parents and Taeyong.”

“Wow,” he chuckles. “It's been three years and the first thing you do is boss me around. I can’t say I haven’t missed that,” he says as he brushes past you in the doorway.

“Oh, are you saying you missed me?” you cross your arms once more, turning around to look at him.

He opens the driver door, crossing his arms against his chest before leaning against the car.

“You have no idea.”

[spooky-bunnys]

will there be part 5 of baby haitani? I need it!!

Title: Haitani Baby Brother FINAL

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Sanzu x Haitani Younger Brother

Warnings: Fluff!

When (Name) opened his eyes, he was blinded by a bright light. He tried looking around vut his head and body felt like he'd been hit with a truck. As he carefully looked around he noticed he was in the medical ward in the Bonten's headquarters.

He smelled the air trying to find certain sents but couldn't smell anything over the scent of bleach and cleaner. So he did the next best thing he could do. He called out hoping anyone would hear him. What he wasn't expecting was your the door for the room to literally break off the hinges.

Startling the poor Omega. Realising who it was (Name) started crying. "Alpha!" Sanzu quickly wrapped his arms around his Omega. Tears in both their eyes. "I-I thought I had lost you! When you went down a-and the pups-" (Name) pushed him away shaking. "P-Pups. Where's the pups? Are they okay? Did something go wrong?!"

Sanzu pulled (Name) close and kissed him deeply. As he pulled away Sanzu smiled. "The girls are just fine (Name)." (Name) smiled brightly. "Girls? I had twin girls?" Sanzu nodded. "Yep two female Alpha's that look just like you. But with my eyes. I'm so proud of you Omega." Sanzu scented the very happy Omega.

A knock on the door interrupted the couples reunion. Takeomi and Mikey stood there. Each holding a wrapped pup. Mikey made his way over with a slight smile. "You did good (Name). Your brothers are getting you clothes and some food. They left just before you woke up."

(Name) nodded his eyes not leaving the blanket in his arms. Mikey chuckled and carefully handed (Name) the wrapped blanket. Takeomi followed, after grumbling for a few moments. The Omega started crying again staring at the pups he's been carrying for what felt like such a long time ago. "Hi my little angels." Sanzu carefully scooted (Name) forward a bit so he could sit behind him.

"That one on the right is the oldest. She has the Haitani's blonde hair and my eyes. We named her Akira. The one on the left has my eyes but I think she has a mixture of our hair. Her name is Akiko." (Name) nodded slowly. He still couldn't believe this was happening.

The door opened and the rest of Bonten came in. (Name)'s brothers coming in last with two bags. They all surrounded the bed watching the scene. "Their beautiful Haruchiyo." Sanzu smiled softly and kissed his temple. "Its all thanks to you my beautiful Omega. You've made me so happy. Thank you for giving me this family."

(Name) hummed. Purring silently and snuggled against Sanzu's chest. Ran placed the bag of food on the table by the bed. "Look at that. We're Uncles Rindou!" Rindou placed the duffle bag he was holding by the bathroom. "We sure are Aniki. Just think we could have more nieces and nephews in the future."

Takeomi nodded. "I hope we do. I'd love being an Uncle." Sanzu glared at him. "I've accepted the idiots as my pups Uncles but you haven't earned shit yet!" (Name) elbowed Sanzu. "Chiyo! Watch what you say around the pups!" Sanzu instantly apologized to (Name) and lightly scented him again. Ignoring the flabbergasted Takeomi.

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(Name) waddled down the hallway. As he made it into the kitchen he sighed. "Girls! Come on! You're gonna be late!" Akira and Akiko came rancing into the kitchen. The now 8 year olds sat at the kitchen table. "But Momma we don't want to go to Uncle Omi's! Why can't we go to Uncle Mikey's!?"

(Name) sighed with a smile. "You're both definitely your sires daughters. He hates your Uncle Omi too. But Uncle Mikey is busy this afternoon with business with his company. Unless you'd like to join your father and I to our baby appointment?" Bpth girls groaned. "What about Uncles Ran and Rin?" (Name) sighed. "They're out of the country on business."

"But what-", (Name) placed two Bento's in front of the girls. "Everyone else is busy. Even your Uncles Kakucho and Kokonoi. Uncle Omi was a last resort. Trust me your sire was upset about it too." The girls pouted and huffed. (Name) smiled and kissed their heads. "If you behave for Uncle Omi, I'm sure your father wouldn't mind a cuddle pile later tonight."

The girls perked up. While their mother was their favorite parent, that hadn't seen their father in a while. "Promise Momma?" (Name) smiled softly. "Oh I promise. I'll make sure he's here at home by the time you two come back." The girls cheered and hugged their dam before grabbing their bags and bento's before going outside.

Takeomi had been ready to knock when the door opened. He opened his arms to hug the girls but they ignored him and instead got into his car. Takeomi sighed and pouted. "Hopefully this one likes me. If not I'm never gonna be the favorite Uncle!" (Name) snorted. "Even if this baby doesn't hate you, you wouldn't be the favorite Uncle Takeomi. Not with my brothers around."

Takeomi grumbled and waved bye before getting into his car. (Name) waved good-bye and went back inside. When he finally sat on the couch (Name) finally relaxed. Sinking into the couch. He checked the time. The appointment wasn't for a few more hours. He looked down at his bump and smiled. "You wouldn't mind a nap would you my Prince?" There was a small kick and (Name) smiled. "Didn't think so."

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Re-dyeing Sams hair he's lazy to do it himself (he just made that up to see you)

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Love is a gentle thing

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soft! sam

“Hi baby :D” Sam beamed at me while holding the bleach and blue hair dye in his hands. “Hi Sammy” I smiled back at him while walking into his bathroom. “Is this what you called me for? to help you with your hair?” I asked him. “Yeah was to lazy to do it myself” He replied while picking me up and setting me on the bathroom counter.

“You’re so pretty” Sam said while I added the bleach to the faded blue part of his hair. “Thank you Sammy” I said while spreading the dye around making sure not to miss a spot. “Love you so much” Sam cooed while rubbing my arms. I quickly came to the realization that Sam didn’t just call me over to dye his hair for him, he called me over because he wanted to see me.

You see Sam is stubborn and won’t ask directly if I can come over because he misses me. He always has me “help” him with something whether it be choosing what jewelry he was gonna wear, Helping with his homework, Or like right now dying his hair.

“You gotta let it sit for a little baby” I said while rubbing his cheek. “Good, gives me time to kiss you” Sam said kissing me softly and slowly adding more passion into the kiss. We where making out for a while until the timer went off.

“Ok babe we gotta rinse” I said pulling him away and turning on the sink. Sam leaned his head into the sink and let me wash the excess bleach out. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him while I massaged his scalp. “Because you’re so beautiful and sweet” Sam said softly relaxing into my touch. “Thank you Sammy” I blushed

After he was all rinsed and dried I started applying the blue color to the blonde part of his hair. Sam literally couldn’t keep his hands off of me. “Time to rinse again” I said and re-turning on the sink and placing his head into it. We sat in comfortable silence as I rinsed out the excess dye and watched the blue run down the drain knowing damn well it was gonna stain his already stained sink.

“I missed you.” Sam said out of the blue while I dried his hair. “I missed you more Sammy” I replied kissing his cheek. “I love you so much” He whispered and gave me a small kiss on the lips. “I love you too Sammy” I replied kissing him back.

After his hair was dry I turned him around to look in the mirror and he smiled his pretty smile at his reflection. “Looks so good baby thank you.” He said while kissing my forehead.

I know what people think of Sam but Sam is always so soft with me and even though to other people it may just seem like he’s using me to help him with things I know that it’s his way of telling me that he wants to see and hang out with me and I will continue to help him with whatever he needs.

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In the years since I've been running this blog, I've made a lot of jokes about Renji's seemingly ill-thought-out plan of:

Beat Captain Kuchiki

???

Profit Be with Rukia again

but I was looking at his volume poem the other day, and I think that I am an idiot, and beating Byakuya has never been connected to seeing Rukia again. It's a smokescreen. He does have an actual, actionable plan of training and working hard enough to become a vice-captain (specifically Byakuya's vice-captain), and then approaching Rukia again as her social equal. We know that beating Byakuya wasn't a key component of that, because he was planning to do it as soon as she got back from her mission.

The thing about defeating Byakuya is that Renji is purposely setting his sights a few degrees to the left of the truth to keep from falling into depression and despair. Trying to get Rukia back is a thing that he can try to do and fail, and in fact, he very well may. Beating Byakuya is impossible. No one believes he can really do it, least of all himself, which means, paradoxically, he can't lose. When you fail to do the impossible, you can shrug and say, "well, it was impossible, what did you expect?

I mean, it's right there in the poem: "I am going to focus on reaching the unreachable because if I think about Rukia, I am going to kill myself." And I don't think Renji is a guy who has a suicidal bent--the fact that he pursues this line of thinking is proof of that. But what is the difference between a person who thinks about killing themself and someone actively works to not to...? I don't know. It's complicated.

One of the most fundamental themes of Bleach is the idea that Hollows are fallen souls who lose their hearts and eat other souls in order to ease their pain, but they only end up creating more Hollows in the process except that we see examples again and again of shinigami pulling this exact shit (Byakuya, I am looking at you). I cannot figure out if Renji's drive to distract himself from the pain of losing Rukia is a play to avoid falling into monstrosity, or if it's pretty much a direct route. I mean, this is basically exactly the path that Gin and Tousen take--which makes it all the more interesting to me that Aizen rejects Renji as unsuitable for his conspiracy.

I can't put my finger on any particular thing that separates Renji from other characters in this respect, aside from maybe his fundamental Renji-ness-- the fact that he has other friends and connections? That he has hope, no matter how dim, that he may actually reunite with Rukia some day? That he's just a guy who reaches for life instead of death? (Mildly off-topic, but if there is one other character that this is also true of, I think it might be...Matsumoto???)

Anyway, another thing I like about setting himself against an impossible goalpost is that this would be a terrible idea for a human with a finite lifespan, but shinigami have all the time in the world. Go ahead, pal, pursue your impossible tasks, live your truth! I read a lot of stories about semi-immortal beings, and I love love love it when they seem very human and then they do some batshit insane thing that makes you realize, oh, they very much are not.

My favorite way to break my own heart is re-reading the "Fate is a Millstone" chapter, where we learn that Renji was a hair's-breadth away achieving his real goal of talking to Rukia again, only to have Fate throw him a face-full of pocket sand. I think it's extra salt in the wound, to be honest, if he's been pursuing the impossible goal of beating Byakuya as a distraction for all these years, only to arrive at a place where Rukia's life literally hinges on him beating Byakuya, a thing which is not just theoretically impossible, but something Renji has spent 40 years becoming intimately familiar with just how impossible it is.

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𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚢𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

Alphonse x gn!reader

Boo helps Alphonse re-touch his hair dye. 

Word Count: 784

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It was late at night, and Boo had been lounging all alone in Al's bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok when suddenly, a loud noise in the other room startled them. 

"UGH, Damnit!" Boo heard Alphonse frustratedly yell. Lowering their phone, they craned their head to the side, listening intently for any more noises. 

What the hell is going on out there? 

After a few moments of silence, Boo flung the blanket on their lap off to the side and swung their legs out of bed. They wandered silently down the hallway, pausing at the sight of light filtering out from the slightly ajar bathroom door. As they peered into the crack, they saw Alphonse leaning over the countertop, shirtless with a messy towel covered in old hair dye stains draped over his bare shoulders. Another dirty towel hung over the faucet head, and a box of hair dye with its contents spilled out across the counter. Al was vigorously rubbing at a spot on his neck when his eyes met Boo's through the mirror. 

"Hey there creeper," He smirked mischievously, tilting his head to the side. 

"I was wonderin' what you've been up to. I thought you said you were gonna take a shower?" Boo smiled, pushing the door open wider so they could rest against the doorframe. 

"Well, I was, but I was tryin' to touch up my roots first. It wasn't supposed to take this long. Admittedly, I shouldn't have started this when I was so damn tired." He let out a big sigh as he turned to face his Boo. They surveyed the room, which looked like a bomb went off with hair tools and products strewn about haphazardly. Then there were the streaks of pink smudged across Al's neck and face. Boo couldn't help but find the situation amusing, and a series of giggles fell from their lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Al pouted. 

"I don't know, it just- the whole time we've been together I've never seen you dye your hair before," they shrugged.  

"Besides, I thought you'd be a pro at this by now!" they laughed. 

"Hey now, don't bully me, I'm tired!" he chuckled. 

"Soo... you want some help with that?" They offered, pointing at the messy jar of hair dye with a thin brush sticking out the top. Alphonse glanced back at the jar and then up at himself in the mirror before letting out a tired sigh.

"I suppose you can't do more damage than I've already done." he chuckled. 

"Okok, gimme a second!" Boo said excitedly before rushing away. A few moments later, they returned wearing an old oversized t-shirt, lugging a chair in one hand and two Laffy Taffy ropes in the other. 

"Here," they shrugged the chair forward towards Al.

"Sit on this. Otherwise, I'll never be able to reach the top of your head." Alphonse took the chair and positioned himself so Boo could access the sink and countertop with ease. 

"Thanks, babe," Al said softly, pulling at the wrapper of his Laffy Taffy candy. Boo turned on some soft background music before getting to work. They scooped up the jar of pink dye and stirred it to check the amount of product left. Although it was a bit messy, Al seemed to have covered most of the spots towards the back of his head that required attention. Boo gently turned Al's face to the side and started to apply thin layers of pink dye to the bleach-lightened areas on the side of his head. Alphonse quietly watched through the mirror as Boo worked on his hair, the Laffy Taffy rope hanging from the side of their mouth as they focused on the task at hand.

In no time, both sides were done. All that was left was some of the top and front parts of the hair. As they stepped in closer, Al inhaled deeply, taking in the calming humming and scent that filled his senses and made his heart flutter. Mindlessly, his hand brushed gently along the side of Boo's thigh.

"Hey, what are you doing silly?" Boo said, stopping mid-brush as Al tilted his head up to look into their eyes, a dopey smile spread across his blush-kissed face. With a firm yet delicate motion, Al grabbed the sides of Boo's waist and pulled them down into his lap. 

"I appreciate you takin' care of me, you know that right?" He said, running his hand alongside their jaw to cup their face.

"I know," they hummed lovingly. The two looked at each other and smiled, the air between them felt almost electric. Without another word, Alphonse pulled Boo in, their lips meeting in a soft, sweet kiss. 

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The End <3

[sluttyten]

You In My Arms

Chapter 6: Truths Tonight

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summary: for so long you and Haechan have each held onto your secrets -- your crush, your exhibitionism, his voyeuristic habits -- but the time finally comes to bring it all out into the open

length: 16,208 words

tags: voyeurism, exhibitionism, slowburn, friends to lovers, masturbation, general perversion, smut

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Despite Haechan’s promise that night at the bus stop, days and weeks go by without an exchange of secrets occurring between the two of you. Things get very busy at work, and all of your friends are busy as well, so there’s just no time to get together and hang out. 

There’s no time for much of anything. 

You wake in the mornings, grab an on-the-go breakfast on your way into work, maybe spare some time for lunch, and you work until long after dinner. You stare at your computer screen until your eyes are dry and tired. There are big things happening for the Moon Corporation, keeping everyone late, sending some people on business trips, which means their responsibilities have to be divvied up among those of you that remain. 

So things are far too busy for you and Haechan to have Secret Sharing Time. You understand, but sometimes you’ll look away from your computer in need of a break, and your eyes will fall on Haechan sitting at his desk nearby. He’ll be on his phone or entering something into his computer or doing both while also taking notes and drinking an caffeine-heavy drink. But sometimes your eyes will meet for a moment, his lips turn up in a smile, his left eye dropping in a wink. 

It makes you blush every time, but he’s already looked away so he never sees. 

“You need to take a break,” your roommate tells you one night when you come in late. She’s snuggled up on the sofa with her partner while they share Thai takeout and watch a movie. She sits up to watch you as you sleepily peel a banana to eat for dinner. “You’re gonna run yourself ragged if you keep up this pace. Take an early night tomorrow, and let’s go out. You’ve been so tense lately, you need to relax. And that banana,” she says, gesturing at the one in your hand, before continuing, “Isn’t the sort of banana you need to be choking on.” She mimes a blowjob. 

Her partner laughs from inside the cocoon of blankets, and you launch your banana peel at her. 

But she’s right, and you know it. As you walk away to your bedroom, finishing off the banana, you know that you need to get laid. It’s been a while since you did anything like that, and you still have needs, but lately you’ve been putting your personal needs off to focus on work instead. 

When you re-emerge from your room twenty minutes later, you’ve transformed yourself. Not a totally dramatic transformation, but you put on a going out outfit, did your hair, and upgraded the makeup you’d slapped on this morning before work — meaning that now you’re wearing eyeshadow and lipstick in addition to the swipe of mascara you’d worn this morning. 

“Where are you going?” Your roommate asks as she takes a peek and notices how you look. “Don’t you have work in the morning?”

You understand her concern. It’s already nearly eleven o’clock tonight, so why would you be going out on a Thursday night? You wave her off. “I’m going to visit YangYang’s club.” Even if it means risking a hangover on a Friday morning, your friend is right and you deserve a night to be a little care-free. “Don’t worry about me.”

She’s obviously still concerned as she sits up to watch you slip your shoes on and grab your keys from the hook beside the door. But she doesn’t say anything, just watches you go. 

For a Thursday night, the club is crowded. You sweet talk the guy at the door to let you in since you know YangYang, and he recognized you anyway because of how many times you’ve been here because of YangYang. You head right for the bar, already scanning for an open spot, scanning for YangYang’s recently bleached silver-blond hair. You spot him, but more importantly, you spot who he’s standing across from and talking with. 

Haechan. 

You squeeze smoothly into the spot between Haechan and the stranger sitting on his other side. Your hand slides over Haechan’s shoulder, and he and YangYang both turn to stare at you in surprise and confusion before the moment of realization sits in. 

“What are you doing here?” Haechan asks. 

“I could ask the same of you.” You look over at YangYang, and ask, “Can you make me something sweet but strong?”

He turns away to go make you your requested drink. Haechan just stares at you, not saying anything, not even attempting to shake off the hand you’ve still got on his shoulder. After a few moments, right after YangYang slides a luminescent blue drink garnished with an orange slice across the bar to you, Haechan finally speaks. “So why are you here? It’s a Thursday night, we have work tomorrow.” 

You raise your eyebrows in question back at him as you silently take a sip of your drink. YangYang knows your tastes well enough that he nailed it with this one. You sit the drink back down and then say, “My roommate pointed out that I’m too tense and I need to let loose a little, get laid, get drunk, do something other than just work.” 

Haechan’s eyebrows draw together slightly.

“And you’re here for what?” You ask. “Keeping YangYang company?”

“Yeah, sorta.” Haechan picks the glass up in front of him and drains it in one go. As soon as the glass hits the bar top, he says, “You look nice tonight.”

The compliment goes right to your head, filling you with warmth. 

Haechan looks away, scanning the room as he says, “I don’t know the last time I saw you dressed like this. Thailand, maybe?” He just barely looks your way, gaze flicking from your face, to the revealing neckline of the dress, to the short hem that flutters against the tops of your thighs. 

You nod. “Probably Thailand. That night YangYang begged us to go with him to that club, all to chase down that European tourist.” 

YangYang rolls his eyes. “As I recall, which isn’t a whole lot from that night, you weren’t wearing much at all.”

That’s true. You’d basically been wearing your bikini still with just a loosely crocheted coverup dress on over it. 

Haechan clears his throat, shifts in his seat, and looks back over at you. “Anyway, you look nice.”

Again, the compliment starts a nice, slow heat in your belly. “Thanks, Haechan. If I’m gonna find someone to fuck tonight, I need to look nice.” 

Your heart thunders in your chest as you say that to Haechan. He has no real claim over your heart or what you do with your body, but you still feel very bold, very audacious to be so open with him right then about your desires. He’s always thought you innocent, and by his own admission he’s never heard any stories about your sex life, so for him to hear your desire to get fucked directly from your mouth, there’s something kind of exhilarating about it. 

Haechan’s gaze lingers as he opens his mouth, closes it again, then waves YangYang over for a new drink. 

Then he levels you with a look that can only be disapproval. “We have work in the morning, you should just go home.”

“Why?” You laugh, taking another sip at your drink. “I already said I’m taking this one night and listening to my roommate’s advice. She told me to loosen up, that I’ve been so tightly wound these past couple weeks from work.”

A muscle twitches in Haechan’s jaw. “But it has to be tonight? It’s a Thursday, and there’s… not a lot of great guys here tonight.” He looks back around at the crowd. 

You watch him, unable to help thinking that the one great guy that you want is this one sitting inches away from you. 

“I just think you’d have better luck maybe on a different night. But if you just want to drink, then just sit here and let’s drink.”

YangYang makes a sound that sounds like a mix between a laugh and a snort. When you look at him standing behind the bar, he just shakes his head and walks away to help someone else. 

On any other night, maybe the invitation to just get drunk here at the bar with Haechan might work, but tonight it’s not nearly as effective as he might have hoped. 

Maybe Haechan wants to keep you right here beside him so he doesn’t have to see you flirting and dancing with other guys, so he doesn’t have to imagine you going home with anyone and thereby ruining his mental image of you as an angel… well, he’s going to have to work harder. Because you want to get laid, and as much as you would love for it to be him, it’s been years and there have been many chances and it just simply hasn’t happened between you and him. 

“Have fun warming a seat at the bar tonight, Haechan.” You pat his shoulder, dump the rest of your drink down your throat, and you walk away. 

As you walk away, your imagination provides you with the phantom sensation of his hand stopping your wrist, of his voice in your ears telling you to wait, the whole fabricated scenario where he joins you out on the dance floor or maybe says the magical words that he’ll give you what you want. But it’s just your imagination crafting a fantasy, and in reality, he just watches you walk away. 

It takes you a little while to notice that Haechan actually is watching you from his spot at the bar. He’s watching the various men that you interact with. He watches each time that you approach the bar to get another sweet & strong drink from YangYang or shots to share with whoever you’re mingling with at the moment. And once you’ve noticed Haechan, he’s all you seem to be able to notice and think about. Even when the very, very handsome guy you’re dancing with is trying to feel you up, you’re busy wondering why Haechan is really here tonight. As you’re both aware of, you both have work in the morning. And also, he’s not even doing anything fun, just sitting up there at the bar to sip at his drink and talk with YangYang. If he was out here dancing it would be one thing, but he just sits and watches and drinks his drink so slowly. 

Eventually the guy you’re dancing with gets bored of your disinterest in him since you’re only staring at the bar and not responding to how he’s touching you. So he leaves you. Finally you decide you don’t care, and you forget about getting dick tonight and instead decide you’ll just get drunk, like Haechan had suggested earlier. You plop into the seat beside Haechan again, calling over YangYang for a new drink, then another, another, and another, and….

“I’m cutting you off,” Haechan says, laying his hand over yours as you try to wave to get YangYang’s attention again. 

In the murky depths of your alcohol sodden brain, you remember a scene like this from before. A night at a campfire, Haechan’s hand warm on yours as he cut you off then too. It’s almost an opposite situation now, and you laugh aloud just thinking about it. That night you’d been drinking to avoid thinking about and potentially having to see one of your coworkers seducing Haechan. Tonight you’re the one who has made the (failed) attempts at seduction. 

Haechan’s hand in the present moment is warm and gentle as he pries your fingers away from your empty glass. “You’ve already had quite a bit to drink, and we do still have work in the morning.”

You pout at him. “I’m letting loose, Haechan-ah. Just let me.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re drunk already, angel. I saw you out there. Letting loose. And I let you do that, but it’s late and you’re drunk, and you’re going to wake up with a helluva hangover in the morning. You still have to get home.”

“You can take me home.” You rest your chin on your hand, that soft heat inside you causing the words to slide right off your tongue, “Take me home with you, Hyuckie.” 

Your eyes are heavy, and you feel like you’re blinking in slow motion. But Haechan is looking at you, his hand still covering yours on the bar to keep you from calling YangYang over. You want to go home with him. You want to end tonight in Haechan’s bed, naked and finally satisfied. You want that hand on yours to mean something. 

“Take me home,” you repeat. 

Haechan’s throat bobs as he swallows. His hand on yours twitches, squeezing before he pushes away from the bar and says, “It’s getting late. Let’s go.”

You barely remember the journey from the bar. You only know that it’s very late, you’re definitely drunk, and as Haechan brings you up to your front door, you fight a little bit of disappointment that he’d truly brought you to your home instead of taking you home with him. 

“Keys?” Haechan pats you down lightly when you reach the door. His hand slips into your jacket pocket, and you lose your balance a bit, leaning against Haechan’s side as he picks your apartment keys out of your pocket. He chuckles, and pushes the door open.“You’re really gonna be hungover in the morning, aren’t you?”

You just him noncommittally, watching his hands as he sits your keys down on the table just inside the door. 

You half expect him to disappear then, to wish you goodnight, and step back out the door. 

But Haechan helps you inside. He trails behind you to your bedroom, picking up your shoes, your jacket, your jewelry as you peel it off along the way. The apartment is quiet and dark, your roommate is long asleep, and you just tumble into your bed without a sound. Haechan follows you inside your room, depositing your things on your desk, picking your phone up from where it fell out of your jacket, and he plugs it in, sitting it on the mattress right beside your head. 

Haechan crouches down beside your bed so he’s level with your face. For a moment the two of you just look at each other. 

You don’t want that moment to end. You don’t want him to stop looking at you, not when he’s watching you with this tender look in his dark eyes, one that makes you want to curl up and fall asleep, one that makes you feel safe and cared for. 

You don’t remember closing your eyes, but you must have because everything is dark behind your eyelids when Haechan next speaks. 

“Are you gonna wake up when your alarm goes off?” He asks quietly, and you can feel his fingers brush lightly over your cheek. “Or are you gonna oversleep? Coming into work late because you’re hungover and slept through your alarm isn’t gonna be a good look, angel.”

“Stay then.” You sigh and squirm around to get more comfortable, peering at him for a moment to make sure he’s still there. “You be my alarm in the morning. Make sure I’m not late to work.”

Haechan laughs and stands up. “What I’m gonna do is get you some water and some aspirin, make sure your alarm is set, and then I’m going home.”

You whine, “Just stay,” and reach for him, but he’s already walked too far away. You close your eyes again, pouting as he keeps going. 

“Water. Aspirin.” Haechan’s footsteps pass out of the room, and you find it in you to sit up and pull your dress off over your head. You drop it to the floor, leaving you in just your panties as you burrow beneath the blankets on your bed. You lay your head back down on the pillow and close your eyes, so it’s only by the sound of Haechan’s quiet footsteps returning that you know he didn’t leave altogether. 

You take a quick peek at him as Haechan settles on the edge of your bed. His touch is gentle when he reaches out to shake your shoulder. 

“If you don’t take this now, you’re probably gonna regret it in the morning.” He rattles the bottle of aspirin he dug out of the bathroom cabinet. “Can you sit up for me, baby?”

Again, you take a peek at him, but this time Haechan catches you looking. He holds the pill bottle out to you, holding the water glass in the other hand. You sit up, uncaring as the sheets pool in your lap, leaving your bare breasts exposed. You take the bottle, shaking out the medicine into your palm, you toss it into your mouth and wash it down with a mouthful of water. 

Haechan stares at you, and when you look at him he’s clearly trying very hard not to just stare down at your tits. His gaze is focused very intently on your chin even as he holds his hand out to accept the glass and the aspirin bottle from you. 

“I better get going now.” He starts to stand up but you let a hand fall to his thigh. And even though you’re barely putting any weight into that hand on his thigh, Haechan doesn’t budge, as if your hand has him pinned down. 

“Just stay. It’s not like we haven’t shared beds before, Lee Donghyuck.” You sink back down into the sheets, but you leave your hand on his thigh. “Besides, I need you here to be my alarm clock in the morning.”

He makes a low noise, like he’s annoyed or frustrated, and a moment later, he stands up. 

Damn, you think, you’ve done it now.  

Haechan sits the glass of water and the aspirin bottle down on your desk. You hear your bedroom door shut quietly. There’s the quiet shuffle of his footsteps growing closer instead of farther away, and then he groans softly as he lowers himself down to lie on the other half of your bed. On top of the covers. 

Success. 

You smile briefly to yourself. 

You roll over onto your side, clutching your bedsheets around you as you turn your smile towards him. Haechan moves like he’s going to pat your head, but he lets his hand fall back to the sheets after a moment. He turns his head to look up at the ceiling, and digs his hand into the pocket of his pants to pull his phone out. 

You watch him tap on it for a few seconds, setting an alarm for in the morning. He sits it aside on your bedside table, and then he shifts around to get comfortable. 

“Goodnight,” you whisper, still facing him

“Mn, g’night.” Haechan rolls onto his other side, his back to you, and that’s the end of it. 

In the morning your alarm clock refuses to snooze. Even when you smack him in the chest and whine for Haechan to shut up. He just keeps pestering you until you roll off the other side of your bed and slam onto the floor with a cry. 

“We have to be at work in an hour. So you’d better hurry.” Haechan is already standing there completely unrumpled in the clothes he’d worn last night. 

It’s only once you’re in the shower moments later that you have time to feel a little bit embarrassed about begging him to take you home, begging him to stay, and flashing your tits at him when you stripped naked to sleep. That embarrassment is also layered with disappointment because you’d gone out to get laid last night, and while you had brought a boy home (and it was the one that you definitely had wanted to bring home), nothing at all had come of it. 

Although, the look on your roommate’s face when you walk out of your bedroom with Haechan trailing behind you is totally priceless. 

Her eyes go incredibly wide, and she chokes on her morning coffee. “Well, shit,” she laughs after a moment, “You solved that problem, didn’t you?”

You ignore her, though Haechan does exchange a few words with her while you rummage through your fridge for a tiny bit of something to take with you, and you take your water bottle with you so you can chug it in the hopes of helping with the dull throbbing remnants of your hangover that the aspirin last night had not helped with. Haechan is still whispering with your roommate when you grab him by the arm and drag him to the door so you can leave. 

The moment you step foot in the street outside of your apartment building, you ask him, “What were the two of you whispering about?”

“Just about you.” Haechan grins cheekily. “I asked what she meant about you solving a problem. I thought you were being funny when you said you were trying to get laid, but if I’d known how serious you were... Maybe I could have helped.”

The sharp glare you send his way says a lot without you having to say anything at all. 

He laughs. “I know some guys I think would be good for you. Or girls, if you were looking for something different.”

Again, you glare at him. 

He’s the only guy you want. And if he doesn’t want you, then you’re fucked. And not in a good way. 

You’re fucked because it’s so difficult for you to find a guy that you do want to have sex with when you don’t already have that emotional connection; even when you’d had your fuckbuddy relationships with Xiaojun and with Renjun, that had worked out so well for you because you already had reached a certain level of friendship and familiarity with them. But you’ve always struggled with random hookups, though you’ve tried it a few times — like last night, for example. You’re just not into it; you require there to be a deeper level of familiarity for it to be truly enjoyable for you. None of your friends from university are around to fuck anymore. It’s become weird to hook-up with your coworkers. 

And then there’s Haechan. 

The one and only. 

But this morning he just teases you and chats with you as you both walk the few blocks from your apartment to the Moon Corporation. He buys your coffee when you stop in your favorite coffee shop together. You like how it feels to walk down the sunny, bustling sidewalk of the city beside him, bathing in the sunlight that radiates from Haechan, as if he is the sun itself. 

You part ways as soon as you reach work. Haechan gets swept away by Johnny, who wants to ask his opinion about something, and you have to go settle in at your desk. 

It’s a Friday, which means most of your coworkers are going to take off early to start their weekends. It’s a Friday, which means that Taeil and his secretary are probably both leaving at lunch and won’t return until Monday morning. It’s the third Friday of the month, and that means that it’s officially been too many Fridays since you last had sex or even had the time to get yourself off. But, unlike your coworkers, you’re not able to take off early today. 

You plow through your work, only pausing around lunchtime when Haechan and Ten come over to your desk. Haechan sits a large bottle of water down on your desk while Ten slides to you a variety of healthy snacks from the vending machine Taeil had installed in the break room. Ten perches himself on the edge of your desk, and Haechan rolls his chair over from his desk to sit beside you. As you finally tear your eyes away from your computer monitor, you realize the rest of the office is empty. Everyone else is gone. 

“Drink.” Haechan’s words are a command, and you obey. You haven’t taken a break at all since you got here, and you never even finished the coffee he bought for you this morning on the way in. You probably need the hydration. 

Ten watches closely as you pop the cap off the bottle, as you gulp the water down. He uses his fingertips to nudge the snacks closer to you as well. 

“So what you’re gonna do,” Haechan says, “is drink this water, finish these snacks, and then sign off for the day.” 

You’re in the middle of tearing open a pack of baked potato chips when he says that, and for an instant your heart pauses in your chest. “Why?” Have you done something wrong that they’re both telling you that you have to leave?

Ten says, “Because it’s a beautiful day, it’s a Friday, and Haechan and I want you to come hang out with us. But he said you haven’t eaten or taken a break to drink anything all day, and we need you hydrated to come have fun. So drink up, eat, and let’s go.”

The weather is unseasonably nice. Perfectly mild temperature, sunny. Of course everyone is out there taking advantage of it. It’s just one early Friday. Why should you all miss out on it if you don’t have to?

But you do. 

“I just have to finish this. Mr. Moon is expecting me to have it finished so he and I can discuss it together Monday morning, first thing.” You halfway turn your attention back to the screen, but Ten snorts a laugh. You stare at him. “What?”

“Did Taeil tell you that? Or have you made that assumption?” He gestures at the empty desks in the office as he says, “Look around you. Everyone else is already gone for the weekend. Taeil’s gone too.” He reaches for your computer monitor, turning it so he can get a clear look at it, scanning quickly the work you have pulled up. “It looks like you’re nearly finished anyway. You have all the key bits done. At your meeting Monday morning with Taeil, just present him with everything you’ve got done now, and then summarize what you have left. He’ll just want to see the big picture and the progress you’ve made. So head out early, come have fun. You’ve been working yourself too hard, you’re too tense, and Haechan told me about your dilemma.”

Now you glare at the man right beside you. Haechan just grins, holding his hands up. “Hey, he asked about you. I was just telling the truth.”

The truth. That sparks something inside you. The reminder that you and Haechan still need to have your exchange of truths. And you can see from the way that his eyes light up and catch on yours, that he’s just remembered that too. 

Ten slaps his hand down against your desk, then he pushes himself off of it and onto his feet. “Well, I’m leaving even if you aren’t. I’m supposed to meet Johnny and some of our friends later for drinks and, like, frisbee and stuff in the park, if you want to join.”

You do want to, but you also really want to finish this project up. 

“I just want to finish this,” you repeat with a slight whine of reluctance in your voice. You can’t just leave early for the day knowing that you have time to finish this project and have it completely done for Monday morning. 

Ten sighs and waves, sending Haechan a look. 

You and Haechan both watch Ten leave, and then Haechan turns to you. He glances at your computer screen, to the windows showing the bright weather outside, and then back at you. “Just don’t stay here all day and night, okay? Promise me that you’ll give yourself the chance to finally relax.” And then he grins a little mischievously as he stands, and says, “Just like your roommate wants for you. You need an orgasm or something.”

Your face feels fiery hot. “Lee Donghyuck!” You shove at Haechan as he laughs.

He continues laughing as he returns to his desk to gather his things, and as he walks away. Before he steps into the elevator, he calls out one last time, “Eat your snacks and drink your water!” And then he’s gone. 

You’re perfectly alone in the office. The lights and the aircon buzz quietly. You can hear traffic outside the windows down on the street below. The beverage cooler and the fridge in the break room occasionally make a bubbling noise or a whirring sound. But for the most part, it’s silent. You finish the snacks and the bottle of water. You return to your work, and as the hours tick by no one returns, which you shouldn’t be too surprised by that, though occasionally you do look up to scan the office, to see if anyone is around. 

But no. It’s still only you. 

All the desks are empty, Mr. Moon’s office door is shut tight. There’s no sign of anyone coming back at all, because the secretary’s desk just a few feet from yours has everything completely cleared off of it for the weekend. All you can see is the large potted plant sitting opposite her desk beside Mr. Moon’s door. Its shiny green leaves wave slightly in the breeze coming from the air vent overhead. 

You turn back to your work, turning your focus back on, and the next time you look up — eyes dry and blurry, back and wrists aching from sitting in one position for so long — you realize that the bright sunny day has faded into dusk outside. 

You’re so close to being finished, you can’t leave yet, but also you desperately need a break. A little relaxation break. And relaxation… You’re reminded of Haechan’s teasing words earlier, telling you that you need an orgasm to properly relax.

It’s been a while since you had one. With all the stress of work, keeping you so busy that you just collapse into bed as soon as you’re home, you haven’t even touched yourself lately. You definitely haven’t had a taste of your beloved exhibition kink. 

But right now… No one is around. 

As far as you’re aware, there aren’t any security cameras in the office. Only in the stairwell and on the elevators. 

Your body thrills, a wave of heat rushing down to your core as you consider the option of taking a break from your work to masturbate right here at your desk. The exhibitionism of it ignites you, and you don’t waste another moment before reaching down and shuffling around in your seat to wiggle your pants down your legs. 

It’s been too long now since you’ve last done something like this, and the excitement courses through you. 

Your pants pool around your ankles, leaving you exposed beneath the bright fluorescent lights. 

You close your eyes, lean back in your seat, and slide a hand down to cup the warmth between your thighs. From there, your body just takes over, driven on towards the sole destination of pleasure. A fantasy paints itself across the backs of your eyelids — sitting here on a normal day, the desks around you are occupied, and you’re wearing a skirt with no panties on, touching yourself beneath the desk. Your present reality is fun and exciting, but the scenario your mind conjures is all the more arousing. If you could cum at your desk during work hours without anyone noticing….

As you think that, fantasy-Haechan turns to look at you, his lips tilted in a smirk. He starts a conversation with you, and your fingers are tracing circles on your clit, your breath coming out only ever-so-slightly unsteady. Not enough that anyone would be able to notice. He turns back around, and you sink in your chair just a little more, lower your fingers down to your wet entrance — and you do the same in reality, slipping your fingers down through the slick that clings to your pussy, and you plunge a finger inside yourself, spreading your thighs wider in your seat. You moan aloud and bite your bottom lip, feeling heat flush through you, rising up your chest. 

In your fantasy, you stay quiet. You fuck yourself on your fingers beneath the desk, your inner thighs and the back of your skirt grow damp with your leaking arousal. 

The fantasy changes. Now Haechan stands right beside your desk, one hand on the back of your chair while the other clicks on your computer mouse. You’re pressed fully against your desk, two of your fingers thrusting inside yourself, thumb at your clit, and Haechan is perfectly oblivious even as his scent wraps around you. And then his lips brush your cheek, his voice low and meant just for you, his breath tickling your skin as he says, “Naughty girl. At work? And what if someone else caught you?” His hand on the back of your chair slides around to fondle your chest.

In reality, you moan again, arching your chest into the hand you’ve just placed over your right tit, palming yourself over your shirt. The two fingers inside you stroke at your inner walls, thumb making fast circles on your clit. And you just keep your imagination moving you forward — imagining as Haechan pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers, as his other hand leaves the computer mouse to vanish beneath your desk, beneath your skirt, brushing your hand aside to fill you with his fingers instead. 

God, you’ve dreamt of his hands many times before. You’ve spent years now studying his hands while he performs a variety of tasks, and many, many, many times you’ve wished to feel his fingers touching you just like this, two fingers curling inside you to stroke right over the spot that makes your belly swoop and your hips jolt to take him deeper to have him give you more. 

Your fingers move just like that as you squirm in your desk chair, glad there’s no one actually around to witness how you slump in your seat and spread your legs over the arm, turned fully out from beneath your desk to enable you to fuck yourself deeper with your fingers. 

Again, the fantasy shifts repeatedly as your imagination tries to settle on just one scenario. Haechan having you spread out on the table in the breakroom. Yuta tempting you into Taeil’s office to fuck you on his desk, while Haechan lurks outside the door to watch like the pervert you know he is. Haechan standing outside a different doorway, watching as you ride your own fingers to orgasm in a bed that belongs to neither of you. 

And then a flash of last night, extended and greatly embellished: Haechan sitting aside a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin to instead put his hands on your tits, to push you back in your bed, to kiss you breathless as he smoothly fits his body against yours. You can imagine it as clearly right now as if it had actually happened — his body pressing your thighs apart, your legs hitched over his shoulders as he drives himself against you, his lips warm and teeth sharp as your mouths meet in a clash of passion, bodies colliding in your bed. 

This is the fantasy that sticks with you, the one that carries you. Your palm grinds against your clit, three fingers thrusting inside with your legs draped over the arms of your chair making it so much easier for your fingers to hit deeper and more acutely against the spot that makes your belly grow warmer and tighter and your extremities tingle in the most delightful way. 

You’re moaning and gasping, not quiet in the slightest as your orgasm approaches and crests — your thighs quiver and your chest arches away from the back of your seat — and the wave of sweet, sweet relaxing pleasure crashes against you, washing through you. The aftershocks of your orgasm as you keep moving your fingers make you feel like the ground is being swept out from under you, like you’re being sucked back out into the sea of arousal, like you could go yet another round. 

Your phone buzzes on the desk. 

Still catching your breath, your skin tingling with pleasure, you reach over to check the message notification. 

From Haechan, asking, “Are you still at work?”

You freeze, staring at your phone in one hand while your other hand is still buried three fingers deep in your pussy. 

Another message from him: “Just go home.”

You tell yourself that there’s no way that he could actually know you’re still here. He’s probably just guessing since he knows that you stay late way too often. 

Your thighs ache slightly as you let your feet fall back to the floor, as you reach down and shimmy your pants back up. You clean your fingers off with a tissue, tossing the dirty tissue in the small trash bin beside your desk. You have to wake your computer up since it slipped into sleep mode while you were taking your relaxation break, and as you stare at the screen with your project pulled up on it, you realize that it’s finished. Well, a couple tiny more touches that take less than ten minutes, and it’s done. 

You hit save. Email a copy of the work to yourself, and save it additionally on a flashdrive. 

Haechan’s last message is still displayed on your phone’s lockscreen when you pick up your phone to leave. 

“Just go home,” it says. 

You carefully type out your reply to him as you leave the office, shutting the lights off on your way to the elevator. “I told you I wanted to finish up before going home.”

You’re in the elevator on your way down to the ground floor when his reply comes in: “Did you finish?”

Your body echoes with the pulse of your orgasm. Your pussy is still damp against your panties. You did more than just simply finish the project, you think to yourself with a small smirk. You finished yourself off and the project as well. “I did,” you send back to him. 

A moment later, Haechan’s message bubble appears with, “Good girl.” 

It’s a wonderful, temperate Friday night. For the first time in weeks, you don’t have a reason to go into the office tomorrow on Saturday. You could go out again tonight, get drunk again, do your best to forget your hang-ups about having sex without the emotional connection. You could go get properly fucked and heighten the high feeling that’s still carrying you from your orgasm less than twenty minutes ago. You could do anything tonight other than just go home. 

So you won’t go home; you know exactly where you’re going instead. 

You’re already halfway to Haechan and YangYang’s apartment when you decide to make sure Haechan is even at home. But he doesn’t answer your call or text before you’re already there, standing outside the door, tapping your knuckles against it with the hope that you’re not knocking on the door to an empty apartment. 

“Yeah! Just a second!” A muffled voice from behind the apartment door. You lean against the wall opposite the door and wait. There’s a crash, muffled cursing. What could possibly be happening in there?

You hear the sound of the lock being undone, and then the door to the apartment is thrown open.

Haechan stands there. His hair is ruffled. He’s wearing an oversized shirt, the neckline of the shirt is stretched to the side to expose most of his left shoulder and collarbone. A pair of cutoff sweatpants hug his thighs, his feet are bare, and his toes curl a little against the cool floor. 

“Hey.” He smiles crookedly as he leans in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting something?” You ask, because taking in his whole appearance makes you wonder if maybe he’s got someone over. The ruffled hair and rumpled look of his outfit, the way he’d not answered your message and made you wait for him to come open the door. And the way that he now nervously glances back over his shoulder. “I can leave.”

Haechan swallows, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob. He shakes his head, stepping aside, and he holds the door open wide. “No, I’m not doing anything. Come in. What, um, what brings you by? I thought you would go home.”

You walk into the apartment. The lights are all off out here in the main area of the apartment, but the lights in his bedroom are dimly shining through the door left ajar. You can just barely see the screen of his computer sitting on the desk in there – the screen illuminated, although you can’t make out exactly what is playing on the desktop.

Haechan shuts the apartment door behind him. He walks around you, messing with his hair as he does.

You look at him. He looks away to his bedroom, taking a step back towards the doorway. 

“Why’d you come by?” He asks again.

“I remembered something earlier,” you tell him. 

Haechan cocks his head slightly, studying you while you study him. As much as you’re trying to look him in the face, your gaze keeps dropping to the golden tone of his exposed collarbone and his shoulder, the bare curve of his bicep beneath the edge of his sleeve – your mind struggles to stay on task instead of straying to thoughts of tracing the line of his collarbone with your tongue, pressing your lips right there to the curve where his shoulder meets his neck, biting his biceps or his thighs just to hear him moan, staining his skin with hickeys.

Haechan clears his throat.

“You promised me we would trade truths and secrets. I’m here to cash in on that.” You fold your arms across your chest. “You mentioned something about truth earlier today, and it just made me remember.”

Again, Haechan studies you. His bottom lip curls beneath his front teeth, and he nibbles almost absentmindedly. His fingers twitch at his side, playing a nervous pattern against his thigh. And then: “Okay. But give me a minute. Sit down,” he says, waving over at the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”

He disappears back into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

The first thing you do is toe off your shoes, drop your bag beside the door. You shrug out of your jacket, leaving that draped over your bag. You help yourself to a drink from the fridge, just one of the dozen energy drinks that he and YangYang keep stocked, and then you go take a seat on the sofa. 

You bring your feet up, curling them beneath you. You consider turning on the light or maybe the TV, but you decide that if you’re about to share secrets, maybe it will be a lot more comfortable to do it in the dark. 

When Haechan re-emerges from his bedroom, he leaves the door cracked open again. The dim glow of his light spills out slightly into the rest of the apartment. 

His hair looks a little less messy. His shirt is pulled back into place on his shoulders. He’s put on a pair of glasses which make him look softer somehow. He walks barefooted into the kitchen, grabs two beers, and as he walks back over to join you on the sofa he freezes, looking at the can already in your hand.

“Sorry,” you apologize with a little smile. 

He shakes his head. “It’s fine. An extra drink to share.” He sits the spare beer down on the coffee table in what little free space is left as the rest of the table is covered in the typical clutter of a male twenty-something’s apartment. He sinks comfortably down onto the sofa with you, bringing one knee up against his chest, he crosses one ankle over the other when he brings his other knee up to bend on the cushion, just barely touching his knee against yours.

“How is this gonna work?” He asks. “I tell a truth, then you? Back and forth, one question at a time?”

“How about we just start with you telling me how you know so certainly that our boss and his secretary are fucking?” You press your knee a little harder against his. 

The light in the room is dim, and the heaviness of the shadows allows for some small bit of secrecy to remain even as you begin to share these secrets. 

Haechan sighs. “I caught them.”

Silence. 

You hear the sounds of footsteps upstairs. Sounds of traffic on the street below. The slow sound of carbonation bubbles popping in the can in your hand. 

Again, you nudge his knee with yours. “Care to elaborate?”

You’re facing each other on the sofa, and when Haechan props an arm up on the back of the sofa, hiding his face behind his hand, you laugh and reach for his arm. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, dragging his hand down, sliding both of your hands up to clasp his. “Tell me.”

Haechan sighs. 

“Everyone’s been saying it since we started, y’know. Like, I think that one of the first conversations I had with Yuta was about how Mr. Moon was probably secretly fucking his secretary. But no one had any proof except that they spend a lot of time together. But so do we and it’s not like…” He trails off and then switches what he was going to say, “At the company retreat thing, when we were camping. The night that we were all drinking, I woke up when it was so late that it was early morning, and I was gonna go just take a piss then go back to sleep, but instead I caught Mr. Moon and his secretary kissing and feeling each other up at one of the tables in the guesthouse.”

Again, silence falls. 

“And?” You squeeze his hand. He’s so close to saying what you want him to say.

“And that’s it.” His hand suddenly twists in yours so that now he’s the one squeezing your hand. “Your turn. Tell me something that will surprise me.”

You frown. No part of what he just said is enough to compensate you for your secrets. You keep your lips sealed, and your eyes remain locked on Haechan’s in a staring contest to see which of you will break first.

You win.

Haechan sighs, releasing your hand as he drops his head against his arm resting on the back of the sofa. “Fine. There is more. There was one day after that that I had a meeting with Mr. Moon in his office, and I’m almost completely positive that she was beneath his desk.”

Now that. That piques your interest.

“What?” You lean a little closer. “Why do you think that?”

Haechan looks you over quickly, noting the excitement in your body language. His lips start to form a smile, and then he dives into the story. “For one thing, she wasn’t at her desk. He was acting a little weird the entire meeting, like blushing a bit and there was just something off about him. He wasn’t nearly as collected and relaxed as he normally is. And there was a point where he claimed that knee pain caused him to kick beneath the desk.” Haechan rolls his eyes at that, his lips definitely curling into a smile now at the memory. “But a minute after that I definitely saw a woman’s fingers peeking out from beneath the desk. She was down there. I’m almost certain.”

Your heart flutters in your chest just to think of it. Kneeling beneath the desk to give a secret blowjob during a meeting. It speaks exactly to your desires. 

“So, yeah, that’s why I’m so certain about their secret relationship being real.” Haechan turns his head to take a drink of his beer. “Your turn?”

“Do you remember the night we agreed to trade secrets?” You take a sip of your drink. “You said your secrets would make me look at you differently. What part of that secret should make me look at you differently?”

Haechan holds your gaze for a moment before he looks down at his hands around the beer can now resting on his thigh. “You’re really digging, you know that? I think you should owe me two secrets now.”

You smile, your lips curving against the edge of your can. “I’m only digging because I haven’t found what I’m looking for yet.”

That lights something in Haechan’s eyes. “And what are you looking for?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Something dirty.”

Haechan laughs, his head tilted back, the sound loud and thrown up to the ceiling. You’re still watching him when he brings his face around to look at you. “You want a dirty secret? Okay, but you definitely owe me one in return. Something to tarnish your little angel image. Okay?” You nod, knowing that you have plenty to supply him with. “Mm’kay, so something dirty if you dig just a little deeper into what I just told you, right? Well, you know Taeil’s secretary is, like, really hot?”

You nod. She’s gorgeous, and there’s no denying it.

Haechan nods as well. “Well, after that meeting where I figured out that she was beneath his desk, I snuck off to the bathroom and jerked off on the toilet thinking about her beneath his desk. That dirty enough for you?”

Warmth flutters down to your belly. You wonder why he didn’t mention the time at the guesthouse, jerking off in the bushes as he peeped in through the window at the couple making out inside. Maybe he’s worried that would make him seem too much of a creep. 

“Your turn now. No more stalling.” Now he nudges your knee with his. “Tell me a dirty secret, angel.”

Fine. He gave you a dirty little secret, though it was barely an admission of his voyeurism, which is what you’re really looking for. He kept up his end, so you’ll give him a little taste of a secret too. You pause to riffle through your memories. What should you tell him about? What can you tell him about yourself that will get him to tell you what you really want to hear?

And then you get it.

You’ll go back to the beginning, to the night when you first noticed him being a watcher.

“I caught someone once,” you announce. 

Haechan’s eyebrows lift in surprise. 

“A little over a year ago, I think it’s been.” You tap your fingers on the side of the can in your hands. “When we all went camping together the semester before we graduated, remember?”

That light in Haechan’s eyes glows a little brighter. Of course he remembers. He probably knows exactly what moment you’re about to tell him about, though he doesn’t know that you know he was witness to it as well.

“Well, when I went up to bed, Shotaro and his girlfriend were still down in the hot tub.” You pause, drawing the story out so you can watch the shift in Haechan’s veiled expression. “The window in that room overlooked the hot tub, and this was a while before you came up, but when I looked outside the window, I saw them. Right there in the hot tub we’d all been in just minutes before, she was all tangled up with him.”

“Did you watch?” Haechan asks, the words racing off his tongue excitedly.

The instant the words are out, he looks like he wishes he could suck them back in.

You take this as your chance. Without really giving him an answer, you instead pose the question, “Would you have watched?”

He bites his tongue and doesn’t answer you, but even if you hadn’t already known the truth, you can read it in the soft darkness of his eyes as they touch on yours. There is an admission in those eyes, though he doesn’t form it into words. You won’t make him say it, not right now. 

You shrug. “I didn’t really watch. Just for a moment. But seeing them did get me thinking about it, and I maybe had a similar reaction to you figuring out that Taeil’s secretary was beneath his desk.” Heat rises into your cheeks as you admit your first real truth of the night, telling him, “I got myself off thinking about what was going on down there while I lay in that bed, just imagining….”

His hand jerks, the aluminum of the can in his hand crunches a tiny bit. “What?”

You duck your head to look down at your lap for a second before flicking your gaze up to look at him demurely through your eyelashes, playing innocent. “I couldn’t help myself.” You don’t explain what you’d been imagining because he doesn’t need to know that you’d been thinking of him; you’d been breathing in that scent that was so distinctly Haechan clinging to the pillow you’d laid your head on. He doesn’t need to know that.

He shifts around, rearranging his legs until he’s got his back against the arm of the sofa, both of his knees drawn up to his chest, and his arms are wrapped around his legs while he stares at you, waiting to hear more.

You lower your gaze again, fiddling with the metal tab on the top of the can you hold. “I’d pretty much just finished when you came into the room. Scared me half to death.”

You can hear the sharp intake of his breath. You wonder if he remembers that part of the night. 

“That was my bed,” Haechan says aloud, more to himself than to you. “My side of the bed. My actual pillow I brought with me.”

That makes your heart do a tumble in your chest. No wonder it had smelled so much like him. But then you’d gone and cleaned your pussy-slick fingers off on the pillowcase. Had he smelled you there the next night when he fell into bed. Had his nose found the spot that smelled just like you? 

“Is it my turn?” Haechan’s voice takes on a slightly hoarse tone. 

You lift your gaze to his, and you nod.

He starts out confidently, a bold look on his face as he shares, “I caught a couple at the restaurant where I worked during school. One of the private booths in the back. The guy’s like a celebrity, and his girlfriend or whatever was beautiful, and they were just back there with the curtains on their private booth pretty much closed. I heard him mention me, about how would it make her feel if I caught them.”

Heat sparks between your legs. 

“They didn’t know I saw, that I heard.” Haechan fiddles with the tab on his can until it pops free in his fingers. He drops it into the can, the metal pinging against the inside of the empty can. He sits it aside on the coffee table. “Just like YangYang didn’t know that I caught him and the girl he was seeing when we moved in here together. Multiple times. They weren’t sneaky or quiet about it.” Now, left with nothing in his hands, Haechan twists his fingers together in front of his knees, which he stares at and so do you. “And, uh, just for the sake of clarity, when I say I caught them, I mean I watched.”

Ah. 

There it is.

The heat grows inside you.

“You watched?” You lean forward a little. “On purpose?”

Haechan nods, flicking a quick look up at your face. Whatever he sees there must invite him to not look away again, because he holds your gaze. And then he breathes out the quiet admission, “I like to watch.”

And I like to be watched, you almost tell him. The words are right there on the tip of your tongue. But you hold yourself back.

“My turn?” You sink back a little. “Do you remember when you started calling me angel?”

“Halloween,” Haechan answers, his voice tight. You think there might still be a hint of embarrassment evident on his face, like he’s still worried what you might think of him after his admission of liking to watch. But you’re still here. He’s not scaring you away with that. Besides, in the dim light of the apartment, you can’t even tell if you’re properly reading his face. “You were dressed like an angel, and I told you that it’s perfect for you.”

“Because I’m so innocent,” you fill in the rest for him, then ask, “I’ve told you I could tell you some things that might change your mind about that, right? You told me back then that you’d never heard a wild story about me, nothing out of the ordinary, but just minutes before you found me, I was trying to convince Xiaojun to have sex right there beside the building. Out there in the open, but he wouldn’t do it, so I had to take care of it myself. You almost caught me then too, but instead you teased me about being a perfectly innocent angel, as if perfectly good girls spend their Halloween nights fingering themselves against a school building’s wall when anyone could come around the corner at any moment.”

Now, as you watch, Haechan’s throat bobs. His fingers tighten. “I was too busy that night hoping to find that friend of Mark’s. She was off trying to fuck a professor in his office, and I wanted to see.” 

She was? Good for her. 

“I went commando for about half of our last semester, trying to see what I could get away with,” you confess without waiting for confirmation that it’s your turn for a secret. 

“Fuck,” Haechan curses quietly, and his gaze dips down to your lap now although you’re wearing pants and not a dress. “I do remember you wearing a lot of skirts and dresses that spring. I remember Renjun being really interested in how much thigh you were showing.”

Another wave of heat courses through you. You remember Renjun enjoying the dresses and skirts too, but before him had been a few random strangers. At the time, you’d not been able to pinpoint why you didn’t enjoy those experiences as much, but that had been before you really realized your need for emotional attachment. 

“I don’t think it was my thighs that had him so captivated.” You laugh. “But I used the no-panties and short skirt combo to get a guy to eat me out in the library one afternoon. It was a little before midterms, probably. A sleepy kind of afternoon, and I was…” You glance over at Haechan, and for the first time you feel genuinely shy about what you’re about to tell him. Should you give him details? Is that too much?

Judging by the look he’s giving you, he wants to hear all about it. You wonder if hearing about it is second best to having witnessed it himself. Voyeurism in the second-hand. 

You clear your throat and try again. “I was sitting at that table in the back corner on the second floor, the one where we all used to study. This guy was sitting at the table opposite mine, facing me. The sun was pouring through the windows beside us, and it was so warm that day even though I was just wearing a sundress.” You squeeze your legs together at the memory. 

It had been so hot. The air conditioner in the library couldn’t combat the heat of the direct sunlight, but you weren’t about to give up your seat. It was in the perfect private corner of the library, quiet and peaceful and comfortable. But you were sweating. You could feel the sweat gathering beneath your thighs and the plastic surface of the chair. A couple beads of sweat dampened your chest, and you’d brushed your fingers down between your tits in an effort to wipe the sweat away.

When you’d looked up, the guy across from you had been staring. And when he was staring, your nipples had instantly drawn into peaks, called forward under his attention. Of course, you weren’t wearing a bra, and your dress was thin, so it felt obvious as they pressed against the fabric. You’d moved your legs beneath the table, and the motion drew his attention, and your exhibitionist side took over as you spread your legs, fingers dipping down to hike the hem of your dress up a little higher to give him a better look.

“And soon he was beneath the table, on his knees, eating me out like we weren’t in broad daylight in the library.” You sigh at the memory, forgetting for an instant where you are. For once, you forget about Haechan, just remembering the guy’s soft hair between your fingers, his soft lips and callused fingers. You remember his hand sneaking up from beneath the table to tug down the neckline of your dress until he could get his hand on your boobs. 

“A librarian rolled through while he was down there,” you confess to Haechan. “She didn’t even glance our way, but if she had, she’d have gotten an eyeful.”

Haechan has got his bottom lip caught beneath his front teeth again, nibbling at it while he looks at you. You don’t think he’s really looking at you, more that he’s zoned out while looking in your direction. What is he thinking about?

You stretch out a foot, pressing your toes against his shin. “Lee Donghyuck, are you even listening?”

He blinks, releasing his bottom lip. “I’m listening. I’m… comprehending.”

“I told you I could tell you some secrets about me that would change the way you see me. Have I succeeded?” You ask, and Haechan nods in confirmation. 

You stand up, planning to just go throw your empty can and his away. Haechan lurches forward, grabbing your wrist as if to tell you not to leave, but you just laugh and shake his hand off. “I’m going to throw these away. I’m not leaving.”

You pick up his empty beer, and as you walk away, you feel his attention following you. But when you turn around to walk back, Haechan is on his phone, sitting now with his legs folded criss-cross in front of him. He doesn’t look up again until you’re sitting right in front of him again. 

He blinks, placing his phone down on the seat cushion. “My turn?”

You nod.

Haechan sighs before he speaks next, and you can hear there are many emotions contained in that long breath he releases. “I was worried you were going to be disgusted by me,” he says, “Hearing about me watching people and finding… sexual gratification from it. But from what you’re saying, you wouldn’t mind the idea of being looked at. So can I tell you something kinda big?”

The nod you give him isn’t enough. Haechan waits to hear you say, “You can tell me.”

“I tried for so long to deny that I’m into this.” He stares down at his folded legs. “I tried to think of myself as not a creep because I only watched people when I stumbled upon them. But then I bought a four-pack of cameras.” He darts a look at you, but you keep your face neutral, wanting to hear what he has to say. “I felt gross when I bought the cameras, when I snuck them into their hiding spots. I know it’s wrong, but I was just going to watch. Not share it with anyone. Not do anything maliciously.”

The way he’s avoiding your eyes right now is a curious thing. Almost like he’s ashamed. Where did he put them? 

“Where did you put them, Haechan?” You ask, leaning forward. And when he still won’t look at you, when he still doesn’t provide an answer, you put a hand beneath his chin. “Just tell me.”

His eyes cut to yours quickly, his chin lifting so he’s staring you fully in the face as he says, “Two at the office because, like I said earlier, Mr. Moon’s secretary is hot, and although I didn’t have any idea that there was anything going on between them then, it has since paid off.” 

You want him to elaborate on that, but it can wait. 

In a quieter tone, Haechan admits, “I put one in YangYang’s room. Giving me a visual to all the times I could hear him and whoever he brought home through the wall.” 

God, you like the mental image that gives you. Haechan with one hand fisting his cock while the other holds his phone so he can watch what he’s hearing. 

If your count is correct, that leaves one camera that he’d placed somewhere.

“And the last one?” A wave of goosebumps rolls over you, prickling your skin. Some part of you is hoping for him to say that he somehow snuck it into your apartment. You want to hear him say that he somehow placed it in secret in your bedroom, so he’s seen your body fresh from the shower, the nights that you touched yourself, the nights that you moaned his name while you came on your fingers or on a toy. Your body tenses in anticipation of his answer.

“The last one is in Renjun’s room.”

Your heart sinks. Renjun’s room? Why the hell would he put it in Renjun’s bedroom?

Haechan licks his lips nervously. “I didn’t get much on there except him and Jaehyun snuggling together, some clips of them having sex, which were honestly kinda hot.” There’s a tickle of jealousy in your chest; all the times Jaehyun got to watch you with Renjun, but you’ve never gotten to see the two of them together. Haechan continues, “I knew about them before he introduced us all to him a few weeks ago, but that’s also because I found the pictures and videos of them in Renjun’s phone while we were in Thailand.”

Your heart stutters. It possibly stops beating for a second.

“You went through Renjun’s phone?”

You’d known that, but it’s different actually hearing it from Haechan. Some part of you had believed all this time that Renjun had been exaggerating, just dramatic about Haechan possibly having gone through his photos that day. 

An erratic laugh escapes from Haechan. “Of all the things I’ve told you tonight, that’s the first thing I’ve said that makes you sound… surprised, or just the first big reaction.”

He laughs again, but your heart is racing in your chest. You don’t really care that he went through Renjun’s phone. It’s not the fact that he went through it that bothers you. It’s what he might have seen. Sure, he saw the pictures and videos of Renjun and Jaehyun. But if he saw those….

“What else did you see in his phone?” You ask, and you find yourself drawing even closer to Haechan until your legs are folded criss-cross in front of you, knees and feet touching his. 

Haechan’s lips are still curved into a smile as he lightheartedly says, “Our Renjunnie keeps quite the collection in his phone. I always figured he was a more vanilla type too, but he had all these pictures and videos of him and Jaehyun doing all sorts of sexy stuff. And there were clips of Renjun and a girl too, so I thought for a little while, since they were mixed in with him and Jaehyun, that maybe they were in a thrupple type of situation, but I never saw any of Jaehyun and the girl.” He shrugs. “I didn’t know Jaehyun at the time, and although I’ve been sexually attracted to some of our friends, it was never really Renjun,” he babbles, seemingly unaware of the way you’re staring at him in a daze. “But I found his phone by the pool while we were in Thailand, and he doesn’t have any password protection. I swear, I didn’t mean to look through his phone really, but when I found the pictures… something took me over. And they were pretty hot, so I may have sent a few of them to myself.”

Again, your heart ceases to beat for a moment.

Haechan continues on, obliviously saying, “There was this video of him riding a dildo, one of him giving a blowjob to a man that I assume was Jaehyun. Like, I don’t know if you’ve noticed over the years, but I don’t necessarily discriminate between genders when it comes to sex. So I enjoyed quite a few of Renjun’s sexy videos with Jaehyun. But there was this one video in particular. Damn, like this one was of Renjun and a girl riding him in a car.” He whistles. “That one is one of my favorites.”

You’re going to die. 

You might actually fucking pass out.

He’s talking about you. You’re the girl in the videos. You’re the girl in all of those videos, and you know that there’s no chance of it being any other girl because Renjun had specifically told you at one point that he’d never filmed a sextape of any sort before he was with Jaehyun, and you were the only girl he’d been with between the start of his relationship with Jaehyun and the time in Thailand when Haechan obtained the videos. And you know exactly the video of you and Renjun in the car that he’s talking about.

You’re going to throw up.

Haechan has seen you naked. He’s seen you fucking Renjun. He’s seen your ass, your pussy, and you know for a fact he’s seen your tits because you just showed them to him last night in your intoxicated state. 

Haechan has watched you having sex with Renjun, and he’s just told you that that video is one of his favorites.

You flop backwards on the sofa, shoulders hitting the cushion, your head smacking painfully against the TV remote you hadn’t realized was behind you.

“Shit,” Haechan leans over you, reaching to cradle your head as you reach for it too. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. I’m fine.” You brush his hands away. “I just wanted to lie down.”

Haechan sits back into his previous position. “It’s your turn, by the way.”

You stare up at the ceiling. What else can you say?

When you stay silent, Haechan leans forward again, tipping onto his knees and placing his hands on either side of you as he leans up to check on you. “Are you sure you’re not concussed or something? Talk to me.”

Okay. This is a night of secret-sharing and truth-telling, right? You’ll give him something big.

“I knew about Renjun and Jaehyun too.” You tell Haechan, “He told me about Jaehyun after the night I gave Renjun a handjob under the blanket while we watched a movie at the house with everyone there. You were there.” You tentatively meet Haechan’s curious gaze. “You were studying in the kitchen with Jeno, I remember, and I was cumming on Renjun’s fingers.”

Haechan shivers or twitches. “What?”

You take a breath, then say, “We were watching a movie, I was horny, and Renjun just wanted me to stop moving around so much. Like I said earlier, I skipped panties a lot during our last semester, so it was really easy for him to just…. No one even noticed. Not even YangYang where he was sitting right beside me. And I decided, since Renjun was helping me out, I would reciprocate. I really don’t know how no one noticed.”

Haechan’s eyes look a little hazy as he looks down at you. “That’s dirty. In front of all of our friends? Is that when…?”

You’re not exactly sure what question he was trying to ask because he never finishes. Haechan just lets his words trail off, so you pick your story back up. “A little while later, like a couple weeks later, Renjun told me that that night was a mistake, a lapse in judgment because he was in a non-exclusive but hoping to soon be exclusive thing with Jaehyun. I think I was one of the first ones of our friends that he came out to as bi.” 

Haechan laughs a little, his face still hovering above yours as he says, “I didn’t even know Renjun was into guys until I found the pictures and videos. Which, really, do you know how many of our friends kept it a secret that they were not straight? Too many.”

Yeah. Renjun, Winter and Karina which shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was when they finally made it official through Instagram a couple months ago. Jeno and Jaemin, which you’d had a feeling about them for years, and although to this day they still haven’t actually put a label on it, everyone knows now that they’re in some sort of a relationship that is both romantic and sexual in nature.

“Jeno and Jaemin,” Haechan heaves out a low breath. “That surprised me. Not for too long, though, because like right after I found out about them I watched them have sex, but in that first sixty seconds, I was very surprised that I’d been so blind.” 

You stare up at him. “How many of our friends have you watched have sex?”

Haechan shrinks away, returning to his spot sitting with his back against the arm of the couch, knees folded up against his chest. You lift yourself onto your elbows to look at him as he rubs his chin in thought, looking very retrospective. 

“Do you want, like, a total number? Or just ballpark?” 

You kick your foot out lightly. “Haechan?!”

He grabs your ankle. “Uh, so, Jeno and Jaemin knew I was watching. Jeno asked me to film them, and they made fun of me for taking too long to cum while I was jerking off watching them. Mark and his girlfriend, while we were in Thailand, I walked into the kitchen while he was eating her out, and she wouldn’t let him stop. Shotaro and his girlfriend, uh, that night in the hot tub.” 

He looks nervously at you, as if he’s expecting you to display some shock at discovering that he also was watching them that night. You don’t put on a look of surprise because you’re not surprised, but Haechan still goes on to explain himself.

“I was down there on the deck, like I was gonna go get in the hot tub again. I didn’t know they were still in there until I popped around the corner and they were just… there. I shouldn’t have stayed to watch, but I did.” He ruffles a hand through his hair and then pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “At some point, I’m not sure when, they noticed I was there. I honestly think they put on a little bit of a show for me just to prove a point since I was, uh, clearly a jealous prick that night.”

“Yeah, you were. Like, we all knew that you had a crush on her, but you took it a bit too far that night when you were making fun of Shotaro.” 

Haechan ducks his head. “Yeah, I know. Renjun lectured me about it, and I know I was a dick.” He sighs, “And, for the record, I didn’t have a crush on her. There weren’t romantic feelings involved.”

“Oh, so you just wanted to fuck her? Y’know, you were kinda a slut, Haechan,” you tease him, “I remember hearing all of these stories about you sleeping around with like half of the girls in our dorm building.”

He doesn’t disagree, just nodding. “Well, what can I say? I was growing into being the pervert I am today. And I didn’t even have sex with all of those girls that told stories about me. Some of them I just hung out with; some I didn’t go further than a bit of making out. I… Sometimes I felt kinda empty and overwhelmed, and sex was a good outlet for that. Then, later, it turned out that I just enjoyed watching.”

You shift around, rotating yourself on the sofa until you’re laying on your belly, facing Haechan now. You prop your chin up on your hands, you turn the conversation back to Shotaro and his girlfriend in the hot tub. “So, if you were watching them that night – and knowing that you have a penchant for touching yourself while you practice your voyeurism – did you do it that night? Jerk off while watching them?”

Haechan peers at you from over his knees. “Yeah. Why?”

You wobble your head from side to side, making a noncommittal sound. “No reason.”

The two of you were masturbating at the same time that night, so close to each other, due to the same reason. Your fantasies of that night hadn’t been too far off. 

“And who else?” You ask. “Jeno, Jaemin, Mark, Shotaro, their girlfriends. Who else have you watched?”

Haechan parts his knees so he can see you better, and you look up at his face framed between the V of his legs. He has the slightest furrow between his eyebrows, an intense look in his eyes as if he’s trying to decide what to tell you next.

“Our Thailand trip was… very enjoyable in terms of me wanting to watch people,” Haechan admits. “Like I said, that was when I saw the videos in Renjun’s phone. That’s when I saw Mark and his girlfriend in the kitchen. I stumbled upon Shotaro and his girlfriend. Jeno and Jaemin canoodling. Saw Xiaojun on the beach with a local girl. YangYang kept jerking off in the other bed in our room or bringing people back from the beach or from in town.” His voice trails off, and his gaze rises to the ceiling, staring up there for a moment.

He pretty much saw everyone on the trip fucking around. You’re not too surprised. Something about that trip had made everyone very horny; the tension had been incredible, and if you hadn’t had Renjun to blow steam off with, you would’ve been a wreck.

Haechan lets out a breath, and he drops his chin, his eyes find yours again. 

“I saw Renjun,” his voice is a whisper. “In the outdoor shower, getting a blowjob from a girl.”

You, again. Your heart begins to race a little. 

That had been you. 

“And that last day.” Haechan’s voice drops even lower. He licks his lips, eyes locked on yours. “Everyone was fucking like bunnies. You’d have thought that time was running out. I didn’t mean to walk in on it, alright? Half the time, these moments just happened, and I was there at the right time.” His voice slows, the pauses between his words dramatic as you’re hanging onto each syllable that leaves Haechan’s lips. “The right time to watch. Or to listen. I was there to… silently observe. Like when I noticed that the braided bracelet you were wearing was exactly the same as the one the girl blowing Renjun in the outdoor shower had been wearing.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. He knew it was you? When?

“I should’ve noticed earlier, really. But I didn’t realize until, like, the last minute of the trip. It was too damn hot in that house, y’know. Hard to sleep at night,” he says.

Your heart thuds again. Heat rising in your cheeks, sinking to your core. You remember. The heat had been thick, laying over your skin and suffocating you in your sleep. You’d stripped down to basically nothing, kicked off the thin blanket. The night had only grown hotter once Renjun had put his hands on you, once he teased an orgasm from you in the dark.

“You get what I mean, right?” Haechan says. “It’s not like you slept too easily that last night, but I mean, how could you have when Renjun was making you feel so good with his fingers?”

Your heart is rapid in your chest. Your face is on fire, your pussy tingling with the urge to be touched. The reality of that night sweeps over you. Haechan hadn’t been asleep that night; he’d been paying attention to you just like you’d fantasized about.

“Haechan –”

“I was trying to sleep, I swear. But then you started making noise, and you were right there. I couldn’t help hearing. Actually, before I opened my eyes and looked at you, I thought you were just touching yourself.” His gaze dips to your lips. 

You can’t help yourself but to look at his lips too. Your breath holds in your throat. 

And then Haechan says: “I was hoping you were thinking about me.”

And right there, there it is. Words you’d been hoping to hear, dying to hear for years now. 

Your heart squeezes in your chest, beating harder, faster.

Haechan wanted you to want him.

You push up on your elbows, pulling yourself fully upright. Your heart is pounding, body flushing with this high feeling. Haechan had wanted you to want him that night that he watched you from inches away. And right now you’re sitting inches away again, both of you watching each other, gazes honed in on lips. 

You desperately want to kiss him. 

The door of the apartment flies open. YangYang tumbles inside, laughing with three other guys.

You slump back down, dropping your face against the sofa cushion as the overhead light is flicked on, flooding the room with bright white light.

“Oh, shit!” YangYang laughs. “I’m sorry. Dude, I thought you’d be playing video games in your room.”

Haechan moves. You hear him moving, and you feel the shift of weight as he lifts himself off the sofa. “Didn’t you see my text?”

“He killed his phone tonight.” One of his companions laughs.

You don’t lift your head, halfway hoping you suffocate yourself against the sofa cushion. 

“What’s up with her?” YangYang asks.

“Long, rough day at work,” Haechan explains. And then you feel his fingers in your hair, gentle but then a  ring that he’s always worn catches a few strands, tugging on your hair, and you press a muffled moan against the sofa cushion. “She just needed to come over to vent with me. But our projects are done now, so we get a little reprieve. Right?” His hand leaves your hair to instead nudge against your shoulder, and you finally lift your head.

YangYang is already not paying attention anymore. Neither are the three others that he brought home with him. But Haechan is still looking right at you. Heat surges through you. 

“I should leave,” you say softly, not breaking your gaze.

Haechan’s bottom lip disappears into his mouth for a moment, and he hums quietly. “I can walk you out. Did you drive over or take the bus tonight?”

“Bus. Remember that we walked to work together this morning.” You lift yourself up. “You don’t have to walk me out, Haechan. I didn’t mean to interrupt your video games.”

His jaw twitches, his hand slides across the sofa cushion towards your hand before his fingers curl under and he just presses his knuckles into the fabric instead of taking your hand like you want him to. “I wasn’t playing video games. Can I tell you one more truth?”

“As long as you’re fine giving me a freebie. I don’t think I have any more truths to give you right now.” You start to stand up, but now Haechan’s hand shoots out, pinching the edge of your sleeve to keep you right there beside him. 

On the other side of the room, YangYang and the others are squeezing into the kitchen area, their loud voices filling the apartment. Even if Haechan wasn’t whispering, they wouldn’t possibly have been able to hear him over their own volume.

“I wasn’t playing video games,” he repeats. “I have the cameras, y’know? Sometimes I just look through them when I’m bored.” He falls silent for a heartbeat, and then for another, and then his fingers flick out just ever-so-lightly brushing your wrist before withdrawing entirely. Haechan sighs and ducks his head, then speaks his final truth of the night aloud: “I saw you. At the office. That’s how I knew you were still there.”

Wait.

The cameras he’d mentioned. The one focused on Taeil’s secretary.

“I didn’t mean to sit there and watch, okay? I was totally going to respect your privacy, but you’re just so…” Haechan looks away from you, floundering, searching for a word on the other side of the room, but he doesn’t seem able to find it hidden on the blank wall opposite you. He seems lost for words until he finally turns his eyes on you. His features soften, eyes brightening, mouth lifting with a subtle happiness, and he sighs a little before speaking aloud the word he finds written on your face. “You’re captivating.”

“You’re a pervert,” you accuse, but you lighten the insult with a teasing tone. Haechan’s throat bobs nervously, his smile faltering as he scans your face to check if you’re actually joking or not. “I wondered how you could possibly know that I was still there. Did you at least enjoy the show, Donghyuck?”

Haechan nods, not looking away from your face. “I did. But I closed out of the video feed before the end. That’s why I asked if you finished.”

“You weren’t asking about my project?” Your skin is buzzing. You want so badly to reach out and cup his face in your hands, to dig your fingers into his hair, to bring Haechan’s mouth crashing against yours, to draw him in between your thighs right here on the sofa even with YangYang & Co. just right there in the kitchen. 

“No. I mean, yeah, a little bit. I knew you weren’t going to know what I was asking, but I figured I’d be able to tell by your tone what the answer to my real question was.” 

“Hm.” You stand up then, and Haechan’s attention follows you like he’s attached by a thread. You look down at him seated on the edge of the sofa, then complain, “It seems I’m at a bit of a disadvantage here. Your little habit of voyeurism means that you’ve seen quite a bit of me, Lee Donghyuck.”

His eyes shine. “Or maybe it’s your little habit of exhibitionism, angel, that’s brought my advantage into being.”

You flick your fingers in dismissal. “I don’t think so. I’m leaving.” You make it to the door before you look back at him. Haechan is still sitting there, watching you. You look back down to your feet as you slide your shoes on once more, and you ask, “I thought you said you were going to walk me down?”

Haechan makes a sound of amused disbelief, and then he’s on his feet, walking quickly over towards you, but not without casting a glance towards the kitchen. None of the guys in there are paying the least amount of attention. You don’t know if they even notice as you slip your jacket back on, as Haechan shoves his feet into a pair of sandals and grabs a long puffy coat from where it’s draped over the back of the armchair.

He follows you out the door, and the moment it closes behind him, he opens his mouth to say something. 

You start walking away before he can get a word out, picking up speed as Haechan follows, and soon you’re jogging ahead of him, calling over your shoulder, “Last one down owes the winner snacks!”

You take the stairs, racing down them, and Haechan tries to keep up while you laugh. Your heart thunders in your ears, in your throat, filling every inch of you with your pulse. Haechan’s laugh melds with yours, echoing back at you both. 

You spin around the curves in the stairwell ahead of Haechan, trying to keep him in the corner of your eyesight, trying to let him keep just close enough that he feels like he can catch up without actually giving him that pleasure. 

His fingers snatch at the back of your jacket, but you slip away, jumping down a couple stairs and taking the turn, hands gripping the railing. Haechan curses your name with a laugh, and you glance back to see the wide grin of amusement on his lips. 

There’s a convenience store right by the bus stop closest to his apartment, and you swear they carry the best snacks. So when you win this race, Haechan can buy you whatever you want from there. 

And you’re going to win. 

There’s no doubt. 

Your feet hit the ground floor. Your heart thunders in your chest, excitement and adrenaline surging through you as you spin around to proclaim your victory to Haechan’s face.

Haechan is moving too fast to slam his brakes on.

Haechan collides with you. Chest to chest. His arms stretch out behind you. His feet tangle with yours. Momentum carries you both backwards. 

Your shoulders slam against the wall. 

Haechan slams against you.

He is breathless, staring at you with his lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. His cheeks are pink. He looks so flustered, so warm, so soft and wild-haired right then. His glasses are slipping down his nose. You want to touch him and feel him and taste him, to bury your nose against that bare section of skin that’s reappeared where the neck of his shirt has dragged away from his throat and collarbone.

When you close your eyes, all you can hear is him panting. You can feel the puffs of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest pressing against yours. You can smell that particular combination of citrus and sunshine that can only ever be equated with Haechan in your mind. 

He says your name then. So quietly, like a prayer. 

You open your eyes, trailing your gaze slowly up from his chest, over his full lips, to his eyes. 

His right arm buckles a little bit so his forearm rests against your shoulder, and Haechan sinks just that little bit closer to you. 

You tilt your chin up, waiting. 

He doesn’t make a move. Just looks at you, totally captivated. Unable to stop watching you. 

He’s always just watching you.

“Earlier,” you say, keeping your voice just as quiet as his had been a moment ago. “Earlier, did you touch yourself while you watched me in the office? Did you wonder, Haechan-ah, what it would be like if you were there, kneeling on the floor beside my desk with your fingers or your tongue taking the place of my fingers?”

Haechan inhales sharply. 

“Is that what you were still doing when I showed up at your door?” You lift your hips slightly away from the wall, pressing them forward against Haechan. “Thinking of me?”

“And if I was?” His eyes flare, daring you to answer. 

“An eye for an eye, Lee Donghyuck.” You lift one of your hands to pat at his chest. “A truth for a truth. I want some equality.”

His lips tilt, crookedly amused. “You want to watch me?”

You jerk your head in a nod yes, holding his amused gaze. 

“Right now?” He asks. “Here in this stairwell?”

You roll your eyes. “No. Not right here. You owe me snacks, remember? I won. Pay up.” Your heart is racing still as Haechan leans a little more of his weight against you. “I require something sweet.”

Again, Haechan grins. 

You’re already considering what you’re going to ask him to buy. Candy? Ice cream? Those sweet caramel-flavored chips your roommate had recently gotten you hooked on. 

Or something citrusy, something honey sweet. Something you've been craving for years. 

Haechan’s lips are soft when he kisses you. His kiss is gentle, brief. Only enough for you to crave more. 

You’re wrapped up in the smell of him like honey, vanilla, and tangerine. His lips turn up in a smile before he leans back. 

All thoughts of snacks and desserts from the convenience store are gone from your mind. 

Haechan. 

He’s sweet. 

His lips taste like sugar, and when you lick your lips afterwards, they taste sugary sweet too. 

“Come on.” Haechan takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as he pulls you out through the exit door of the stairwell, leading you through the vacant entryway/mailroom of the apartment building, and out into the cold night. 

The air bites and stings against your warm cheeks, but you don’t care. You just curl closer to Haechan, using him somewhat as a wind shield. 

He leads you down the block to the convenience store and the bus stop’s bench is right in front of it. According to the schedule scrolling on the screen beside the bench, your bus should be here in a few minutes. 

Haechan tugs lightly on your hand, pulling you towards the convenience store’s entrance to buy you the snacks, as promised. 

“Lee Donghyuck.” You pull on his hand. 

When he turns, he’s frowning. “You keep calling me that.”

“It’s your name.” You pull on his hand again. “Can’t I call you that?”

“Haechan. Haechannie. Haechan-ah.” He lists off. “Anyone only ever calls me Donghyuck when I’m in trouble or when it’s something serious.”

“Renjun calls you Donghyuck.” You take a step closer to him. “And maybe I’m using it because it is serious. Maybe I’m being serious right now.”

He eyes you suspiciously. “Serious about what?”

You don’t give him time to react. Your cold hands press to his neck, your toes bump against his, and then you draw his mouth to yours again. 

You melt into each other. Haechan’s body softens against yours, fitting against you as his hands move to your hip and around your lower back. You kiss him, and he kisses you back. And this time it’s not just a brief kiss. Not just a brushing of lips with barely more than that. 

You open yourselves up to this kiss, drawing yourself impossibly closer to Haechan as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper. Heat builds in the sliver of space between you.

Someone passing by on the sidewalk whistles at the two of you. 

You would gladly just ignore them and keep going regardless of how many people are watching. 

Haechan’s not used to having people watch. 

He breaks the kiss, but rests his forehead against yours. 

“I like you,” Haechan blurts almost immediately. 

Your lips tingle from the kiss. You lean into him, reveling in the sound of his confession, relaxing into it. 

Haechan’s arms wrap around you in a hug. His voice low, just for you, as he says, “And knowing now how you feel about…. my hobbies, I’m relieved.” 

You tilt your head, lips brushing his again. “I still think you’re a gross pervert, Lee Haechan. But maybe I am too.”

“You’re definitely gross, too,” he teases. “Masturbating in the office.” He shakes his head and makes a light sound of disapproval, squeezing his arms a little tighter around you. 

Your arms loop around the back of his neck. “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”

Haechan hums, nodding and smiling, dipping his face down towards yours again. 

You kiss him right there in the street, half-tempted to drag him into the narrow alleyway between the convenience store and the building next to it. Instead you stand there, caught in a love spell as Haechan kisses you, as his hands tighten on your waist, as one hand drifts down to your ass and the other rises to your shoulder so his fingertips brush against your pulse pounding at the base of your throat.

The loud squeaking of the bus brakes cut through the night after a while, shrill enough to break you and Haechan apart. You should go board your bus, go home alone tonight, but you badly want to bring him with you. He’s also reluctant to let you go; Haechan presses another kiss to your lips, his hands clinging to you, but you laugh and push lightly at his chest. 

“Goodnight, Lee Haechan.” You walk away, heart feeling swollen in your chest, unable to wipe the smile off your lips. 

Haechan waves, making sure to tell you to let him know when you’ve safely made it home. 

You think of him the entire bus ride. You feel giddy, like a teenager in love after a first date. You can’t stop touching your lips with your fingers, smiling at your reflection in the dark windows. You play back your conversation with Haechan, play back how it had felt to be pinned against the wall by him in that stairwell, replay the feeling of finally getting to kiss him after so many years of wanting exactly that.

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a/n: It's happened, everyone! Finally! This chapter was almost 10,000 words longer, but I decided to cut it in half, and the next chapter is also going to be Y/N's POV instead of Haechan's. I was really hoping to stick with the alternating one after the other POVs, but I just really think this was a good spot to break it, give you all a little time to enjoy this!

As I always say, let me know what you thought! Likes and reblogs are forever and always appreciated! Thank you for reading!

[justyourtypicalwriter]

I just saw the post SERVICE DOGS HCS PLEASEEE !!!

HERE WE GO GANG! These are the one's I have so far! Feel free to suggest recs for any characters or disabilities y'all wanna see! (feel free to rec it even if it's for a character on the list)

STAN:

Service Dog: Brown Newfoundland, Delta (F)

Psychiatric Alert & Response Dog

Disabilitie(s): Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Minor Psychosis 

The hair dye oh my god. He can rarely drag himself out of bed during depressive episodes but occasionally he’ll get a random burst of impulsivity and re-dye his hair. Most of the time he does the same shitty job at bleaching it blonde

“DARLING! GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM THE PSYCH WARD” vibes

Sharon and Randy officially divorced when he was fifteen. He got a little better now that there isn’t constant screaming or the threat of a drunk or high Randy doing something stupid

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a total mess-

Patched his relationship with Shelly

Misdiagnosis club AND public breakdown club

God his entire aura just radiates LOSER energy but he’s somehow insanely popular

Not cousins with Craig & Red in this AU but their parents are insanely close so they hang out a lot

CRAIG:

Service Dog: Irish Setter, Saturn (M)

Medical Alert & Response Dog

Disabilitie(s): Epilepsy

Lowkey autistic but Saturn isn’t task trained for anything related to that

Goes non-verbal at times but it’s pretty spontaneous. Most people outside his group can’t tell if he’s actually non-verbal or just not talking to fuck with everyone

Peru drama was secretly worked out when they were twelve. Craig was hospitalized for a while when they were running tests to get a diagnosis, it was roughly a month long stay. He told Stan he’d call it even if Stan looked after Stripe until he was out. Tweek was away for the summer and he knew Stan wouldn’t let anything happen to her since he’s a massive animal lover

Gotta maintain the bitch personality 

TWEEK:

Service Dog: Doberman, Latte (M)

Psychiatric Alert & Response Dog

Disabilitie(s): Chronic Anxiety,

“Ah fuck, the magic school bus is waiting outside to take me back to rehab-”

I kid you not, he was absolutely terrified of Latte when he first got him

Which is funny because Latte is the sweetest goddamn thing, not at all like Fable whose a fucking demon shit

CPS was called on his parents right before senior year

Placed with the Broflovski’s so he and Kyle got closer

Public breakdown club

BUTTERS:

Service Dog: Boxer, Haven (F)

Psychiatric Alert & Response Dog

Disabilities: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Depression

Public breakdown club (IN DEVELOPMENT)

KYLE:

Service Dog: Black Giant Schnauzer, Noble (M)

Medical & Psychiatric Alert & Response Dog

Disabilities: Diabetes, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS), Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder (ARFID)[This one might be switched]

Tubie Kyle (I fucking LOVE this one)

For once I give Kyle an ED that doesn’t stem from body image issues

Humancentipad trauma bc I love being problematic about the episode

DESPISES his lows because it means he has to eat something

Also goes non-verbal but only during times of high stress

Noble is a program dog. Kyle got him when he was 14 and initially he was so against it. He wants to function independently but he really fucking can’t. As he grows older he learns to accept the help more

HATES mirrors. The Humancentipad incident left him with scars

Public breakdown club

KENNY:

Service Dog: Anatolian Shepherd Dog, Harbor (M)

Medical Response & Mobility Aid Dog

Disabilities: Muscular Dystrophy, Chronic Pain

Regularly hospitalized, fucking dies, and revives the next day

DUMPSTER DOG<3333

He trained Harbor mostly by himself (Wendy, Tolkien, and Kyle pitched in a bit and bought him books on training techniques)

MOM FRIEND! Bro I just love making Kenny one of the parental figures of the group. He’s just got a bag of shit he carries around for both himself and everyone else. Stan forgot to swap his bandages? Boom, Kenny’s got new ones. Kyle’s sugar is low? Boom, he’s got whatever little snack the boy is able to tolerate. Someone needs a distraction? Medical episode causes them to need a vomit bag? Boom, done. Mom friend Kenny

So fucking ADHD

JIMMY:

Service Dog: Grey Great Dane, Kitty (F)

Mobility Aid Dog (IN DEVELOPMENT)

TOLKIEN:

Service Dog: Papillon, Jax (M) (IN DEVELOPMENT)

WENDY:

Service Dog: Black German Shepherd, Nike (F)

Psychiatric Alert & Response

Disabilities: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) (IN DEVELOPMENT)

CLYDE:

Service Dog: Husky, Fable (F) (IN DEVELOPMENT)

BEBE:

Service Dog: Golden Retriever, Bucky (M)

Medical Alert & Response Dog

Disabilities: Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS)

Misdiagnosis club

Went to multiple doctors from 13-15 who all told her it was all in her head

And she’s just sitting there like “bitch please, the only thing in my head is my girlfriend and how hot she is. Now tell me why I keep experiencing these symptoms-”

HEIDI:

Service Dog: Chocolate Labrador, Isa (F)

Psychiatric Alert & Response Dog

Disabilities: Autism Spectrum Disorder

Public breakdown club (IN DEVELOPMENT)

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Dabi, Shigaraki, and Toga with a gn darling who dyed their hair

Request(ed?): Yes! – So, I recently dyed my hair and my roommates came home who saw my new hair color and had the cutest reaction ever. This gave me an idea, SO...I was wondering how dabi, shiggy and toga moga would react to reader dying their hair when they are gone? — Requested by 🫐 anon.

Warnings: Slight spoilers for Dabi's part!! , reader has stockholm syndrome.

Authors note: hope this came out okay! Thank you for requesting <33

Dabi:

Quite surprised when he came home to see you have a new look with a different color he remembers when he left the home.

"Damn doll, you look really hot; you did a good job sectioning it too. But... how did you get the dye bottle?"

At first, he'll ask if Toga dragged you into this mess, daring you to dye your hair and wanting to play with Dabi's partner as he's 'not' any fun. But, as soon as you assure him that it was your decision, he's really supportive and happy for you.

However, he's a bit disappointed he didn't get to do it with you. Dabi sees it as an opportunity to get closer with each other, plus, you could dye his hair.

Next time you decide to re-dye your hair, he'll be wanting to do it with you. Because of how late he sometimes gets at the house, he'll come around 2 to 4am, in the bathroom with the smell of box-bleach and dye.

Dabi would've prefer if you'd ask him for hair-dye, wanting to tease you but, he's extremely happy and content with your hair and mood; seeing that your way more happier.

Will often compliment you, pressing his face against your hair, smelling it, and admiring how adorable you really are.

The next few days, you'll see him look at your hair, seeing the sun hit it and make it so you look more like an angel.

Tomura Shigaraki:

Surprised and a bit annoyed when he comes back to his room, seeing his gaming partner dyed their hair without his permission.

"What the hell is wrong with your hair? Did Toga do something...? Hm. It looks nice, I... guess?"

At first, much like Dabi, he'll ask if Toga has something to do with it, but when you tell him it was your doing, all he does is grunt, and pull you onto his lap as he starts to play games.

He doesn't hate it, more so not used to it; he hates change, especially on someone he loves. At first, he'll pretend not to be affected by it and not care but... Shigaraki loves it and sees that it fits you very well.

Shigaraki already loves admiring you, but with your new look, he has a slight blush on his face, staring at you with such perfection.

If you do catch him and even dare tease him on it, he'll brush you off and threaten to 'crumble you to nothing', but we all know he's just jealous you have nice hair.

Toga Himiko:

She's at first surprised, but is quickly throwing compliments at you, whining that you didn't do it with her or she didn't get to help you.

"[Name]!!, your so pretty!! But... you didn't do it with me. I'll let you get away if... you cuddle with me!"

Toga absolutely loves your hair, she's admiring it with star-like eyes and a creepy-smile that is clearly loveable filled.

However, she's a bit disappointed you didn't ask her, much like Dabi, she sees it as a 'couple' activity.

She will definitely steal your hair dye, definitely dying a single strand of her hair as yours. This also includes wrapping your cut-hair piece with her hair.

While, she does see it as fun to do, please don't let her near you hair. As smart as she is, don't allow her near bleach or any type of hair dye; she will end up either ruining or messing it up.

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[lost-walmartbag]

Stan x reader s2 pt 3

Warning: Swearing

Background: Stan finally meets Sarah

Status: Ongoing

Previous part

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Meeting

Stan immediately booked his flight. He didn't care what he had to do it wasn't even a thought in his mind. He had a daughter. He was a dad. That's what mattered, not the lecture he would get when he came back.

The flight cost an arm and leg, but he needed to be there as fast as possible. He probably should have slept throughout the almost 13-hour flight, but he couldn't. He just kept drinking cup after cup of coffee and staring at the picture of you and Sara.

She was so cute he could see the resemblance, but to him, Sara looked so much like you. Her eyes sparkled in that picture when she looked at you. Your eyes sparkled like that when you looked at him but it had been years, would you still look at him like that? He couldn't stop these thoughts from coming in god he was such an idiot. How could he leave you? How could he not know you were pregnant? Why wouldn't you tell him?

Those 13 hours on that plane were hell for him as much as they were for you. You could not stop shaking, you were so jumpy that even Sara was on edge. You were on the couch with Sara on one of your legs that you couldn't stop bouncing. She leaned her head back and looked up at you with a pout.

"Mama," Sarah said immediately catching your attention. You looked down at her and tried to get your mind off Stan if even for a second.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Stop." She said holding onto your knee.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here um." You said taking her off your knee and putting her in the seat next to you.

Sarah continued to watch tv while you bit your nails. You practically jumped out of your seat when you heard a knock at the door. You stared at the door nervously. Sarah looked up at you and sighed walking over to the door and standing on her tiptoes and opening the door herself.

"No Sarah don't do that." You said trying to stop her but she had already opened the door.

Kyle stepped inside with a smile holding two big grocery bags. He smiled down at Sarah who in turn hugged his leg tightly.

"Papa!" She said excitedly.

"Hey, hun wanna help me with these?" He asked pulling out a small bag of baby carrots from one of the grocery bags and acting like it was too heavy for him to lift.

Sarah excitedly took the carrots and ran to the kitchen. Kyle looked over at you and sighed. "Still nervous?" He asked with a small frown.

"Oh let's see my ultra-successful ex who hadn't contacted me in years suddenly finds out I had his child and is now currently on a plane ride to come see me and his daughter which again has never met. Oh no Kyle I'm doing so good." You said running a hand through your hair in frustration.

"Look let's calm down...I know it's hard but you still have some time while he's on that plane." Kyle said with a reassuring smile.

You nodded and took a deep breath. As you tried to calm yourself down you suddenly hear a knock at the front door that was still open. You and Kyle turned to see him standing there. He looked different. He had bleached blonde hair that needed to be re-dyed. He seemed taller but there was no doubt about it. It was Stan.

"Hey um, sorry door was open." He said taking a step inside.

Your face dropped and your hands started shaking. Kyle looked between you two and sighed. He turned to Stan and gave a small smile.

"Hey, Stan it's been a while."

"Yeah, it...it has. Um is it ok if we talk Y/N outside just for some privacy?" Stan asked fidgeting with his hands.

You nodded and looked over at Kyle. "I'll um just put these away," Kyle said walking to the kitchen with the grocery bags.

You and Stan walked outside the apartment and closed the front door. You stood there nervously looking down at your feet while Stan tried to find the right words.

"I um so uh...how...how have you been?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Um...fine.."

"I uh I'm sorry I never called or....Look Y/N I had no idea if I knew I would have.."

"Would have what Stan? You left me. I told you I loved you and you left me." You said looking up at him.

"Y/N I had to. I would have held you down. I'm not fucking good for you."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because you had my daughter and you didn't fucking tell me!" He said raising his voice. You took a step back and looked away from him. Stan sighed and tried to calm himself down. "I just don't get it...You...if you told me...I would have given up everything to be there."

"Because I wasn't enough for you! I didn't want Sarah to be as disappointed as you left me!" You said tearing up. "And that stupid fucking interview you did!"

"An interview? Y/N are you fucking serious? You kept my daughter from me because of an interview?"

"Oh, I'm sorry what was I supposed to say? Hey Stan I know you like just said you would never want kids and I know you just left me but hey just wanted to let you know you knocked me up."

"That would have been better than nothing! Y/N I'm her dad! You had no right." He said tearing up and causing your own tears to roll down your cheeks.

"You had no fucking right! You left me Stan. You left me on that fucking floor when I begged you...I begged you to stay." You said through your tears.

"You think I wanted to leave you? That I wanted to leave everything behind?" He said trying to reach out your arm but you pulled away.

"I asked you to take me with you. I would have left everything for you. Don't give me that bullshit Stan if you didn't want to leave me you fucking wouldn't have." You said as your voice started to crack. "You think I wanted to raise my daughter without her father? She doesn't even know who you are!"

"I'm her father!"

"That means nothing because you weren't fucking here!"

Suddenly the door opened and Kyle poked his head out into the hallway. "Hey um try to keep it down Sarah can hear you guys and-"

"Papa, what happened?" Sarah asked poking her head out and looking up at Kyle.

Stan stared at Sarah and then at Kyle. "Papa?"

"Look, Stan.." Kyle started before quickly getting cut off by Stan.

"My daughter calls you Papa? I told you to take care of Y/N when I was gone not sleep with her!"

"Hey do not do this in front of Sarah," Kyle said stepping forward.

"You aren't her fucking dad I am!" He said raising his voice and then turning to you. "Is this why you didn't tell me? Because you replaced me with fucking Kyle?"

"Stan stop you-" You started getting in between him and Kyle.

"I'm what? Oh my god Y/N you didn't want to raise your child without her dad but you had no problem making her think someone else was?"

"Don't talk to her like that," Kyle said raising his voice and taking another step forward.

"Mama, why is Papa yelling?" Sarah asked as she began tearing up.

You and Kyle both immediately calmed down and got down on your knees in front of her. "Oh my god honey I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I'm so sorry honey everything is ok everything is ok I promise." Kyle whispered taking her tiny hands in his and kissing the back of her knuckles.

"It's just...It's grown-up talk we're so sorry we scared you." You whispered as you gently pushed her hair out of her face and wiped her tears.

Stan watched you two interact with Sarah. He couldn't help but imagine how it should have been him. He should be the one comforting her with you, not Kyle. He should have been there not Kyle. Sarah should be calling HIM dad NOT Kyle.

You looked up at Stan and shook your head. "You should go Stan we can't do this right now. Not after this."

Stan wanted to say something but what was he supposed to say? That he was sorry? That he didn't mean to lash out? It wouldn't change anything. He lost his chance. Sarah had a family. She had a father and he wasn't it. He wasn't apart of this family.

"S..Sorry." He muttered before quickly walking off. He didn't know where he was going but he couldn't be there. He couldn't be reminded of every fucking mistake he made. Not when he saw how perfectly Kyle had cleaned up his mess.

[grilde1chesse]

ODDLY SPECiFiC RESiDENT EViL HEAD CANONS

characters i’ll include

jack krauser

leon kennedy

ada wong

albert wesker

luis sera

jill valentine

chris redfield

claire redfield

WARNING: childhood trauma/abuse, implied/referenced violence, mental health

JACK KRAUSER

she jack on my krauser till i major

transgender and mlm. no room for argument. it’s canon, i’m capcom

was the youngest of 3 brothers

grew up on the country side with traditional parents

his parents were physically abusive to both each other and the kids, meaning he grew up with out a healthy understanding of love. he doesn’t know how to express affection or love outside of violence because of this

ran away and joined the army at 18 and didn’t leave until operation javier. the army became a second home and he never learned how to function in society outside combat.

he hates that he’s gay and because of this he resents anyone he falls for (also partially because of how he communicates affection). liking boys not only insults his masculinity, but also makes him dysphoric, as he sees that aspect of himself as the remaining female side of him that he’ll never be able to get rid of

building off of the last bullet, this is why he’s so hard on leon. i’ll probably make another post diving deeper into their dynamic so i’ll leave it at that

he doesn’t listen to music often, but when he does it’s metal

LEON KENNEDY

he was the first protag i ever played as so i’m biased😞 ik i’m a basic fan i’m sorry gang

he’s more of a dog person and probably had one as a childhood pet, but has been scared of them ever since raccoon city

bisexual

was an amateur guitar player for some time but dropped it once becoming an agent

mamas boy

had a bit of chub before becoming an agent

older!leon has a dad bod & beer belly. i don’t make the rules it’s canon, trust

not even a ship really (maybe it is idk) but i feel like him and chris experimented with their sexuality together? idk take that how you will

i feel like he’s got facial or body dysmorphia and is extremely insecure about how he looks / talks, or at least used to be

bleaches his hair

building off the last bullet again, Leon was blonde when he was younger, but his hair gradually got darker as he grew up. eventually he started bleaching it because he didn’t want to have brown hair. his natural hair color from re2-re4 is dirty blonde. he stopped dying it as he got older

no matter how badly he wants a normal domestic life (to settle down, start a family, and give his kids the childhood he never had) he’s secretly terrified of the idea. he doesn’t know how to function outside of work, even when on vacation he can’t seem to relax

speaking of a domestic life, he’d name his kids some stupid shit like hunter or something

autistic. he has trouble decoding social cues (like when ashley jokes with him) and is fairly awkward. was definitely the “weird kid” in middle school

played hockey as a kid

i feel like he comes from somewhere cold, and because of that is fairly adapted to cooler temps but also can’t stand heat (like at all)

sleeps with a billion pillows

chronic gum chewer. it’s a comforting, absent minded movement that keeps him grounded on the job. i wanna say his favorite flavor is just regular bubble gum but maybe that’s just because i hate mint idk

has sensitive skin and eczema

ADA WONG

ada’s hard because she has no canon backstory or even personality really💔

has cherry blossom lip gloss and re-applies it religiously

has drop foot (i genuinely can’t think of any other reason she’d always been wearing high heels 😞)

mommy issues

was in and out of foster care her entire childhood only to end up back with her mom everytime

because she was so heavily neglected as a kid & basically raised herself, ada’s become extremely self sufficient and refuses to rely or depend on anyone

she has issues identifying her feelings and honestly doesn’t care enough to work through them. because of this she isn’t sure if she even likes leon at all. she can’t tell if she loves him or just finds him useful, ether way she wants him around/safe and she isn’t sure why

she smokes sometimes but hates it, so she only falls back on nicotine when doing horribly. she carries cigarettes around with her on missions

ALBERT WESKER

kitty meow meow

on the aro/ase spec

has autism, ASPD (psychopath), and a god complex (obviously)

sees himself as better than average people because he doesn’t experience sexual attraction (no hate to ppl who think otherwise, i just really can’t see him any sort of sexual context). he views sexuality as a weakness and looks down on it

mlm

i feel like him and chris have somewhat of a krauser/leon dynamic if that makes sense. he sees chris as an almost equal, but also as a threat because of it. he respects him to a degree. again, i’m probably going to make a post on them later so i’ll leave it at that

i haven’t finished 6 yet so correct me if this has been disproven in canon, but i like to think he had jake on purpose. while yes, he didn’t know about jake, i like to think he hooked up with ms muller with the goal of having a child. he probably deemed her as suitable, and had desirable traits that he wanted to carry on, but never knew she actually got pregnant

listens to classical music & maybe 80s as well?

not a head canon, but the band she wants revenge reminds me of him a lot

insane skincare routine

sensory issues & sensitive eyes because of uroboros (leads to overstimulation sometimes which makes him even more of a grumpy bitch)

loves flowers

doesn’t smoke often but when he does he prefers camels or marlboro blues (i don’t smoke (except for when i’m missing you) so idrk what i’m talking about)

LUiS SERA

inclusivity win! the scientist that helped make the tyrant actively chasing you down is gay!

mlm

grew up in a casually christian household & still holds onto some core ideologies, though in a more superstitious way than religious

holds onto a cross necklace from his childhood & prays when in tight situations

his parents smoked and that’s how he picked it up

speaking of, he’s extremely picky when it comes to what cigarettes he smokes. he prefers marlboro reds (again idfk what im talking about)

his jacket is custom tailored

he came from a poor household

probably wears eyeliner

has been to a gay bar

very physically affectionate & probably kisses people when drunk (platonically)

JiLL VALENTiNE

her name is jill sandwich!!!!!

lesbian. sorry i don’t make the rules. she’s gay. sorry chris & carlos

i mean just look at her she’s lesbian

has a little sister

can speak some french, though not too well due to lack of use

still has blonde hair from re6, but dyes it. (wesker absolutely killed the melanin in her skin and hair.) because she doesn’t have time to be constantly re-dying her hair so she has blonde streaks & roots.

has a cat

her favorite fruit is a pear. idk why she just seems the type

CHRiS REDFiELD

something about a boulder

bisexual

has been horribly down bad for jill for years (she sees him as a brother ;-( tough luck big guy)

was the stereotypical overprotective brother when him and claire were younger, always scaring the shit out of anyone she brought home

extremely good with dogs - actually considered being a dog trainer when he was younger

god knows that man RARELY does laundry - if at all. probably smells like a dog & uses 4 in 1 shampoo. stinky vermin

speaking of laundry, he probably wears swim trunks on the regular bc all his clothes are dirty

terrified of commitment

total adrenaline junkie with a savior complex (then again, doesn’t every resident evil protagonist?)

would be an amazing dad but is terrified of the idea of settling down. no matter how badly he wants to have a domestic life he doesn’t know how to adapt to it

has a german shepherd

can’t cook for the life of him; lives off microwaveable meals

literally the definition of “damn girl, you live like this???”

insanely high pain tolerance

CLAiRE REDFiELD

thinking about how she was 19 during raccoon city (making her you her than ashley was during re4)

dyes her hair auburn

bisexual

has probably punched at least one person for saying some stupid bigoted shit

she’s 100% messy, brash, and assertive, & i’m sick of pretending she’s not. she was raised by chris, the boulder punching fist for brains? no way is her room organized

has kissed jill before

her and chris used 2 do target practice in junk yards together & she once accidentally shot herself in the leg after shooting at metal

has always had crazy high pain tolerance, it runs in the family

because of her high pain tolerance she used to get hurt a lot on accident as a kid (doing stupid shit like messing around with fire or blades)

hates wearing her hair down

[zeldaelmo]

Hi Zelmo! I have 2 dialogue prompts for you! Hope that is okay. “What are you listening to?” And “Wait, are you really serious?”

Obviously Zelink, but maybe this is set in a modern au?!!! I’ll leave that up to you ☺️

Congrats!!

Thank you, Missy! This completely and utterly ran away from me. Yeah, it's an 90s AU. 😆 Been there, done that, so... Booyah, enjoy!

Mixtape

It had been two days since Link left the tape on the cracked step that led to her backdoor. He had made sure that it was leaning against the wall so that she would spot it immediately but it was safe from the rain (never mind it was midsummer). For Zelda, he had written on the cover in blocky letters so that she didn't need to bother with his bad handwriting (and her roommate didn't steal it). Ten songs, hand-picked, painfully recorded on his stereo. He had to re-record “Romance in the Air” five times because the buzzkill of a radio host kept butting in toward the end every single time, just before the last chords faded away.

Two days and still nothing. She didn't say anything that would imply she figured out why he left it there. A mix tape, just for her. Could he get any more obvious? But nothing. No reaction. No wink, no joke, and surely no kiss. Nada.

He glanced over to her where she sat next to him on the bus back home, her leg casually touching his. Fishnet stockings brushing over baggies, close but never close. Nothing but nonchalant contact, never sitting on his lap, never pushing her fingers into his hair, and never ever pressing her lips to his.

Best friends forever.

It was driving him crazy. She smiled at him, blue-painted eyes crinkling at the corners and lips too kissable for his sanity, showing perfect teeth. She leaned her head against his shoulder, just like they’d done it dozens of times before. The strands sticking out of her space buns kept tickling his cheek and he held his breath. How could she look so cute, no matter what she wore? The one time he tried to be cool and bleached the tips of his hair, he looked like a hopeless idiot. No wonder she ignored his tape.

His head bumped against the headrest of his seat and he pulled his foot on his knee, toying with the soda tabs she had threaded on his shoelaces for fun. It was his own fault that he had a crush on her, not hers. Which idiot fell for his best friend? And left a mixtape on her doorstep? He would never worm his way out of this one if she confronted him about it. Maybe it was for the best that she simply ignored his little misstep altogether so that he wouldn’t ruin their friendship. He closed his eyes, trying to doze off. Yes, that was probably the way he should see it.

He snapped out of it when she nudged his side. "Coke?" she asked, wiggling the open can already in front of him. He nodded groggily.

"I only have Cherry Coke, I'm sorry."

"As if," he snorted, took a swig, and grimaced wholeheartedly. "Hmm, no better way to catch cavities."

"It's just because it's warm! If you would try it cool, you'd see how superior Cherry Coke is!"

"Not," he deadpanned, but the Walkman in her lap had caught his attention. His gaze followed the cords up to her earbuds and back to the blue, transparent device. There was a tape inside, he could see the little gears turning inside. His mouth went dry despite the awfully sweet Coke. "What are you listening to?"

"Oh!" She giggled and offered him an earbud. "It's a tape someone left on my doorstep the other day. I've been hearing it nonstop. They left no name, sadly. I thought about Groose, but I don't think he hears music like that."

Link stared at her, his brain trying to catch up with the words that just came out of her mouth. She had found the tape and not only that, she liked it! She heard it nonstop. Nonstop!

The tape wasn't from talk-to-the-hand Groose, it was from him! And, oh snap, he, the biggest dumbass in Hyrule, had forgotten to sign it!

He managed a wobbly smile, the earbud falling two times out of his ear when he tried to put it in.

"Glad you like it," he muttered, eyes firmly on the gears of the tape going round and round in the Walkman, half-hoping "Romance in the Air" would drown him out.

No such luck.

Neon-yellow nails waved in front of his face, forcing him to look up at her. Her face was pink.

"It's yours?" she asked, voice a little high. Link wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not, but what else should he do than nod?

The next song, 'Not this time', played in their earbuds. It was about a guy finally finding back to his love and never letting her go again. Link's favorite, mainly because of the lyrics.

"Link," Zelda said.

"Not this time," said the song, and Link had trouble keeping eye contact with her. The sky-blue eyeshadow was smeared to her lower eyelid; she must have dozed off on his shoulder as well.

"I know we're best friends," she said now, wiping even more eyeshadow over her face. "But you can't just give me a mixtape. You know what making a tape means, right? Goddess, you even have 'romance in the air' on it. And as the next to last song on top of that! You just can't!"

Link watched the words spilling from her lips. She was still pink, but now she also seemed angry? Hurt? Maybe both.

"The bridge makes me think of you," he murmured. "Of when we… when we…" The words caught in his throat and he waved her off. "Just forget about it."

Of course, she forgot about absolutely nothing. She snapped her mouth shut and opened it again, her space buns vibrating. "Wait, are you really serious?"

He shifted on the awful polyester seat cover that grew hotter by the second. "Hella serious, yeah."

"Oh, wow." She leaned back, the cord of the earbuds stretching between them. "I ruined this, right? My bad, let me try again."

A small smile graced her lips when she looked up again and lifted the Walkman. "You made this for me, right? I love it! Have been listening to it nonstop. Wanna go out sometime on the weekend?"

His smile grew tenfold bigger. "Yeah. I'd love to."

Chuckling, she dropped back onto the place on his shoulder, readjusting her earbud. A little bit of shifting was necessary to find a comfortable position, and eventually, Link put his arm around her to give her more space. "This okay?"

"Very," she said, a smile in her voice.

Link chuckled under his breath and pressed a kiss to one of her buns.

Best friends, forever-ever.

[mythoughtsonfilm]

the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes (2023)

rating: stop making war criminals hot/10

*spoilers*

-ok. so. i wasn't going to be one of those people.

-the people that just hop on the "snow is hot" bandwagon.

-but, alas...

-please don't expect any genuine analysis here, there is nothing even remotely close to that present at this time

-anyway. let's start from the top.

-the seventeen semi-unnecessary shirtless/shower/half-naked-sulking scenes they managed to cram in these first three seconds is actually kind of impressive

-i'm not complaining.

-i see all the snow family fortune is funneling directly into the Coriolanus bleach and tone fund

-the only thing running through my mind is book snow's inner monologue

-"district scum" keeps coming to me in flashes

-hop skip and jump to the reaping scene

-peter dinklage will slay no matter the occasion.

-and viola davis

-"i'm part of that litter" PLEASE

-i'm sorry. not a joking matter. sometimes i get too caught up on dialogue choices.

-"sing your way out of this one lucy gray."

-welp.

-omgggg he's so considerate showing up to the train like that

-what a sweet, caring guy

-i was so caught off guard by them literally dumping them into the zoo

-as if that's what should catch me off guard.

-dare i say snow is a bit of a devious betch

-dude has zero friends and is still managing to betray every one

-never trust a blond man, that's what i always say

-a PLATINUM blond at that

-i've lost the plot a bit

-literally

-anyway

-wait let's discuss that rejected kiss. i turned away from the screen tbh. can't handle the embarrassment.

-if i wasn't already missing the entire point of the movie, the "take off your shirt"-single-tear-stitching-up-of-the-wound moment definitely shoved me into the oblivious observer territory

-(i promise i took more from this movie than i'm letting on)

-(really)

-but now let's pop back to the games

-scream queens is preventing me from believing the rat poisoning situation but i'm trying to ignore that

-lucy slay baerd

-eh. sorry.

-HE CHEATED THE GAMES FOR HER

-he was just sending water. HE WAS JUST SENDING WATER. ugh.

-how could this possibly go wrong? he's so sweet and nice 🥰

-see, i think he thinks he's really smart but genuinely how do you use a monogrammed handkerchief to break the law??

-now, i understand he wanted to go to 12 and all, but using his family's literal last dime in this world to pay his way there is rubbing me the wrong way

-could it be? a(nother)? red? flag?

-ok so we're all just gonna pretend that scene of him facing the wall wasn't concerning to feminism.

-buzzcut era for the win

-sejanus and him should just kiss already.

-his utter commitment to being a peacekeeper is so jarring.

-suzanne collins knew what she was doing with these songs

-the punch.

-katniss reference, cute cute

-so sorry--did he LEAVE during the song NAMED after him?????

-oh lucy gray. you are far too good for him.

-so i'm thinking i need to wrap this up

-oops. shot someone there. whoops. got someone else strung up there. mistaaaakes. we all make em.

-"my old self"

-the old snow can't come to the phone right now...

-anyway.

-never in my life have i seen someone pitch a fit like this, get a grip

-hilarious how he just casually strolls back into 12 after that conniption.

-"you look just like your father" as you should, tigris.

-*villainous, brooding stroll across multiple lanes of traffic*

-the rainbow imagery. love.

-the hair timeline is really not working for me here, i feel like we skipped some vital info, but it's fine

-oh that callback was phenomenal booming through the theater

-i don't consider myself that dense, but i did, in fact, have to watch this entire movie and re-listen to "can't catch me now" to realize that's literally the whole movie right there. yikes.

-snow lands on top.

-god i hope so.

-i'm so sorry.