#so i'm just expected to stay sober to drive everyone around

[shaunashipman]

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[kira-fluff]

I saw the “Sleeping with no pants on” headcanon and was wondering if you could do a pretty setter squad containing Atsumu, Kageyama and Akaashi please- ☁️

sleeping with no pants on | fem!reader x haikyuu!! [pt. 5]

a/n: i was not expecting everyone to be so obsessed with this prompt but I am LIVING for it. I love you guys so much 🩷 p.s. my lovely, atsumu is actually in pt. 1, but I'm going to switch for twinnie osamu, okay? 💕 also I'm so sorry i was gone for so long. busy busy busy working 3 jobs with college. forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. tw: sorta spicy idk

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

osamu miya "hey, 'samu, 'samu." "hm." he replied in a grunt. "'m tired." the two of you had stayed up the entire night trying out new recipes that osamu had thought of when he was supposed to be paying attention in class. so, now here you were at midnight, sprawled out on the couch, exhausted. "'n go 't sleep." "don' wanna drive home." "'n stay." you murmured an acknowledgement, then began slipping off your pants. osamu immediately sobered from his tiredness. "wait, the hell are ya doin'?!" "'m goin' to bed, obviously." "ya can't just take yer pants off with a man in the house!" you let out a little scoff, "oh, get over it." but osamu's mind was already racing. he tried to act cool on the outside, but you were just in your fucking panties and acting like it was no big deal? why were you always so clueless around him??? did you really not see him as romantic material??? osamu couldn't help but stare at the round shape of your ass even as your long shirt covered you. he had scarcely time to begin devouring the sight of your legs when you cleared your throat. "are you.....staring... at me?" he cleared his throat and looked away. "...s-sorry.." you leaned in close, just below his ear. "ya know... if you really wanted it that badly, you could've said something.." you smirked, taking a blanket and covering up your lower half with a conceited smirk, walking away. "h-hey wait! the fuck did ya mean by that?!" he trailed behind eagerly. the rest of the night? well... "just friends" was no longer in either of your vocabulary anymore.

kageyama tobio you friends, after all, nothing more. and you didn't want to make it weird. weirder than it already felt having hidden feelings for your best friend. it getting late after a particularly long study session which involved you trying to drill basic math facts into a brain that only understood volleyball. it was a hopeless endeavor, but you took him getting anything above a "50" as a win. so, you continued to attempt to help him improve his grades. you supposed "attempt" wasn't necessarily the right word, as his scores were generally improving, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if there was really a point to it all after you spent the whole lesson trying to help him relearn everything he misunderstood in the lesson from that day. so here you were, exhausted, with your head down on your table at home, tobio sitting across from you. "hey, kageyama, let's just call it a night." he paused for a moment, then spoke. "....do you want to sleep with me?" if you had any liquid in your mouth, you're certain you would've had a comical spit take. "ah, um, WHAT?" you sputtered, trying to make sense out of what he said. he didn't mean it that way, did he? no, of course not. "it's... late." yep. just offering a place to stay. "it is. but there are still trains. i can take a late one." "just get in my bed." your eyebrows raised. "hey, tobio, a normal person would misunderstand what you just said..." he ignored you. "just sleep with me." your face took on a reddish hue the more times he said it... and he just didn't get it? why was he messing with your heart like this!?!? "um... there are different ways to say that. like... 'want to spend the night?'" "then, spend the night." "why are you being so pushy?" "because i like you." as a friend. yeah. we've been over this. "ok, ok, you've convinced me with the power of friendship. but I'm sleeping on the couch." "no." "yes." "no. my bed has enough room." "not for me!!" you laughed nervously. does this guy even have hormones? like, what the fuck? "....I'm going to go shower. I'll see you in my bedroom." does this guy not understand the meaning of no? still, you found yourself begrudgingly trudging over to his bed, especially after you saw his couch was made with the comfort of a burlap sack. I mean, if he offered, might as well take advantage right? what could go wrong? spoiler: everything goes wrong. you thought he was fast asleep. so, in the stealth of 1000 ninjas, you slid off your sweatpants for the sake of comfort. it wasn't weird, right? oh well. you were tired and damn did he like his room hot. you jumped when you felt him arms wrap around you. then, he stiffened. "...are you not wearing any pants?" "um... maybe..." he sighed. "are you trying to seduce me?" "n-no it's just more comfortable!" he turned you around so you were facing him. "well, whatever you're trying to do, it's working. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep." "wait, is it because I'm making you uncomfortable?" he went silent for a moment. ".... you could say that." "I'll... just put them back on then. sorry. it's just that your room is really hot and-" "can I kiss you?" you blinked in disbelief. "can you what?" "kiss you" he answered without a beat. you spluttered some more as he slowly leaned it, asking for permission, silently this time. you nodded and closed your eyes. sparks flew as his lips moved against your own and you finally understood what he'd meant when he said "I like you". kageyama tobio was head over heels in love with you, and you hadn't a clue. until now. the two of you broke apart. "...can we... do that again?" he asked brazenly. you leaned forward again in reply.

akaashi keiji akaashi would rather die than confess to you the things he woke up at night fantasizing about. you'd likely be especially mortified if you discovered that one of your most embarrassing mishaps was on a frequent replay in akaashi's brain when he fell asleep. he was supposed to be a gentleman, not some gross pervert that looked at one of his best friends like... that. but since it was all in his dreams, it was impossible to "turn off" no matter how many times he tried to think about something else before he went to sleep. and so, let's recall The Incident shall we? he had come to your house late at night and knocked at the door, fully expecting to see you up and awake as it was the early evening. to his surprise, however, you answered the door groggily, eyes still bleary from exhaustion and sleep. the way you looked would be forever ingrained in his mind. you were blinking back the remnants of sleep, wearing one of his shirts. it hung low on you, but not low enough to cover your supple legs and the white panties that peeked out below the hem line of his shirt. you hadn't noticed yet, either. "... what d' ya need...?" you asked tiredly, rubbing your eye. akaashi swallowed harshly, his brain turned into complete mush. "uhh.. uhh...." goddamnit, MOVE YOUR EYES BACK UP TO HER FACE. were her legs always that long? STOP. when he still hadn't answered, you followed his gaze down to your lower half. he still remembers the succession of events as follows: you blushed, stammered, and then slammed the door in his face. you didn't talk to him for a week. after, you finally awkwardly explained that you sleep without your pants on and that you didn't realize you hadn't put anything on when you answered the door because you were so tired. it sucked that you ignored him. and even that you explained yourself. because all it did was bring those... memories... right back to the forefront of his mind. whenever he saw you in the hall and you'd flush and look away, he was immediately brought back to the sight of your bare legs. when you stumbled through your explanation, his mind reeled back to those white panties. and he hated it. what kind of friend looks at their friend that way? but he knew in his heart that what he was feeling for you was beyond sexual attraction when, in his dreams, you smiled at him. and told him you loved him. and so, what if he dreamt a little longer? hopefully you'd forgive him. and maybe someday he could tell you how you made him feel...

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THREE: HE FALLS FIRST — choi seungcheol x reader

summary: seungcheol finds himself falling in love with you, slowly but surely, and it hits him all at once.

notes: i’ve been loving the reception this series has been getting lately! i appreciate everyone who has been reading and interacting with the series.

also, i'm going to start a taglist for this? someone asked to be on it if this series had one, and i didn't realize i could've been doing that the entire time LMAO. anyways, to get on the taglist, just comment on this or send an ask. i'll try to tag everyone i see.

JUNE 13 2023 EDIT: i've created a taglist, so instead of commenting to be on the taglist, click the link!

warnings: mentions of puking (doesn't actually happen), drunk shenanigans, it's very cliché and i don't regret it

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“Cheol, can you come help me?”

When Seungcheol enters your room, he could feel himself getting slack jaw. Both of you were getting ready to go out to the club with your friends, and with the 14 of you, he could only expect chaos.

What he didn’t expect, though, was you in a beautiful dress that almost made his heart stop when he saw you. Call him cliché, but he'd never felt that way before about anyone.

Oblivious to reaction and how he was feeling at the moment, you were trying to make sure your dress wasn't in a disarray when you asked, "Can you help me zip up the dress? I can't reach it,"

Seungcheol didn't realize he was staring and unresponsive until you turned around in confusion and waved your hand in his face. "Hello, Earth to Cheol? You okay?" you said.

He, thankfully, had snapped out of his trance before it could be considered really weird. "Uh, sure. Turn around," he instructed.

Looking at him weird, you obliged and felt your dress being zipped up. You turned around and said, "How do I look? I wanted to dress somewhat nice since this is the first time we're all hanging out. It's like my little friend group combining with the frat friend group of yours,"

"You look good. Like, really good," Seungcheol replied, clearing his throat when he realized he might've overdone it.

You gave him a smile and then a thought occurred to you. "Oh, when are we ordering the Uber?" you questioned.

"Uber? Why are we ubering when we have a car?" He asked.

"Well, we're both going to a club, so I'm assuming we're both going to drink," you replied.

"I'll drive," Seungcheol immediately said, not liking the thought of the both of you drunk out of your minds and he wasn't able to take care of you.

"Are you sure, Cheol? We can split—"

"No worries, I'll be the sober one so we can get home safely,"

"Alright, but don't get mad at me when I'm stood over a toilet puking my body weight out and you're not drunk,"

"As long as you're not like Soonyoung pretending to be a tiger, I think I can handle whatever you do,"

You and Seungcheol had barely entered the club when Seungkwan and Seokmin had somehow already located the both of you then proceeded to drag you to take a shot. And it wasn't long after the shot until they had dragged you to the dance floor.

After he had made sure you were surrounded by his and your friends who had decided to dance, he made a beeline to the bar, where the rest of his friends were. Wonwoo, who had made a wise decision to stay sober, had tried to offer him a drink.

"Not drinking tonight," Seungcheol declined the drink.

The boys had given him a look at his decline. "Why aren't you drinking? Usually, you'd take a beer at least by now," Jeonghan asked.

"I just don't feel like it," he replied, looking at you from afar, who was currently dancing to I Am the Best by 2NE1. He had wondered why 2NE1 was playing until he looked at the DJ Booth and saw that Soonyoung and Seokmin had somehow convinced the DJ to takeover for a bit.

Once he said that, the boys had made a look once more, this time exchanging it to each other. Seungcheol had noticed and asked, "What's those looks for?"

"It's because you don't realize it," this time it was Jihoon who said it.

"Realize what?"

"Cheol, how long have we known you? We've known you long enough to know how you drink. And you don't deny a drink when it's offered to you. But this time, you're not drinking. Do you know why that is?" Jeonghan asked.

"You guys are overanalyzing this. What if I just don't want to drink?"

"Because you would be looking at us and not your girlfriend this entire conversation," Wonwoo told him.

Part of Seungcheol knew this was true, but the other part of him didn't want to believe it. To his friends, his behavior might make sense since he was in a relationship. But to him, it didn't since he knew better than to develop feelings for someone he was fake dating.

He had figured in the beginning that it would be easy to not develop any feelings during the relationship since the basis of the relationship was built on a poorly made rumor and a deal. But what he didn't know at the time was how easy it was being with you.

While Seungcheol was trying to reevaluate how he was acting lately, a loud "CHEOL!" was heard and a body had practically slammed into him. The force was so unexpected, you and him had nearly fell to the ground.

"Oh, sorry bro," you drunkenly said, oblivious to the fact that Seungcheol was shocked you called him bro and your friends were laughing at his reaction.

"Bro?" He incredulously said.

"Bro, Cheol, same difference," you shrugged.

"How drunk are you?" He asked.

"Well, Soonyoung gave me something he called 'Tiger's Blood' and I have no idea what that contained but it tasted good and it made me feel warm inside," you giggled.

When Seungcheol looked to where the aforementioned Tiger was, he saw that Soonyoung and Seokmin was trying to jump on a table with Jun encouraging them to, Minghao filming it, and Vernon trying to convince Soonyoung and Seokmin to get down.

Meanwhile, Jihoon had left during Seungcheol's conversation with you and joined Seungkwan and Chan (who had replaced Soonyoung) on the DJ Booth. Wonwoo had left as well, but he was helping out Mingyu who could barely get on his feet because of how clumsy he was (Mingyu's not even that drunk, he's just that clumsy).

Joshua and Jeonghan were the only ones who remained with you and Seungcheol, but they were observing the both of you.

Suddenly feeling sleepy, you laid your head on Seungcheol's chest and said, "Cheol, I wanna go home,"

Seungcheol knew that if he didn't do something to wake you up, he was going to have to carry your sleeping body out of the club. "Can I have a bottle of water?" He asked the bartender, who was quick to give the bottle.

He had managed to pay the bartender however much it costs for the water bottle while you were still in your arms. He opened the cold bottle before giving it to you saying, "Here. Drink this before we go home,"

You took the bottle of water and drank a couple of gulps, feeling more thirsty than you realized. Once you drank half of the bottle, you showed Seungcheol, who had nodded in approval. "We're gonna go," he told Jeonghan and Joshua, who said their goodbyes.

You and Seungcheol had to maneuver through the crowd of people, but he made sure that you were near him the entire time. And once you both were out, he realized that you were shivering a little, so he took off his jacket to cover you.

He was about to guide you back to the car, and then he realized you wore the heels that looked obscenely painful but said it made your legs look good. "Give me your heels," he told you, and you shook your head no.

"I'll be barefoot!" you exclaimed.

"Fine, just wear my shoes," he replied, taking off his shoes and handing them to you.

"But then you'll be barefoot!"

"I have socks on, I'll be okay," Seungcheol said, nudging the shoes to you.

You grumbled but put the shoes on, feeling slightly more sober than you were when you were inside the club.

Once you guys got in the car, it was barely two minutes before you fell asleep, using Seungcheol's jacket like a blanket. When he took a quick look at you while driving, he smiled when he saw the sight.

Maybe he was falling for you, after all.

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[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

okay I’m a sucker for grumpy x sunshine, but like imagine Nat looking after a drunk reader whose totally not a lightweight….. (sorta self projecting) and like reader expects her to just mock her, but Nats actually really sweet (a little teasing but it’s not mean), and makes sure all the creepy guys back off 😣

Nat even takes reader home and maybe stays the night with her to make sure she isn’t sick……

I honestly need more soft Nat in my life shes such a cutie

Omg yes. Yes a million times.

It's just one of those days and you're looking to get fucked up, so Van's pouring so much alcohol into your drinks. You've had two and you're stumbling.

Nat shows up like an hour after everyone else and you're wasted. Like she decides to stay sober because of how fucked up you are. Which is saying something for her.

Van and Tai are already looking after you but Nat doesn't care, like she wants to make sure you're good. Doesn't matter that she trusts Van and Taissa with her life, she needs to make sure.

But at the same time she doesn't want to be too overbearing or act like she cares too much, so there's a lot of teasing happening. "You're such a lightweight, get your shit together." and "Dude, you can barely stand. What the hell."

Some guy starts flirting with you, and he's not even being weird, but she can tell you're not into it so she kind of shoves him off. He takes it well, but she's even more protective after that.

Leaning on her shoulder because you can barely stand, and eventually she's just like "come on, I'm taking you home." And you have to use her as a crutch all the way to her car. She buckles you in the seat and you look up with puppy eyes. She turns around and accidentally slams the door.

Driving you home and shushing you as you walk up to your room. Immediately you pass out on your bed, still in your clothes. She takes your shoes off but doesn't bother making you change anything else.

She then remembers that you should probably get some water, so she's waking you up and making you down some water and Advil before letting you pass out again.

Hangover in the morning and she's teasing you about it, a little "I told you so" about the whole thing, but if it's like really bad she's running to get you food and coffee.

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Behind the mask (Ferran Torres x Reader) / Halloween '23

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On the night of the 31st of October, the whole Barça squad was divided in between two houses. Both Pedri and Ter Stegen decided to organize Halloween parties, and so their teammates had to either attend one or the other…and some attended both.

For Ferran, it was an easy choice. He had to go to his bestie’s party. Ter Stegen would understand. What no one understood well was his costume.

“Why do you have a chainsaw in your arm?”“Is that from that chainsaw movie? The one with the massacre?”

Had none of them watched the Evil Dead movies? He shook his head and stopped answering questions about his costume. If they couldn’t appreciate the genius that Ash Williams was, it was their loss. But it turned out that not everyone in the party was as uncultured as his teammates.

“Love the costume, mister Williams”, said a female voice, making Ferran turn to look at her.

“Thank you…what are you supposed to be dressed as? No one gets my costume and now I look lame not knowing yours”.

The woman laughed and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. “I’m Dollface, from the movie The Strangers. I’ll take it you haven’t seen it”.

“I can’t say I have. Is it any good? Or does it just make for a good costume?”

“Don’t tell me you actually don’t like Evil Dead and just dressed as Ash because he’s hot”.

“I love Evil Dead”.

That made you smile. It was your favourite franchise. “Well, this makes for a good and comfortable costume. But the movie is also good. I would recommend you watch it”.

Ferran sat down next to you. Your voice was so beautiful and so…captivating. He felt like he couldn’t leave the room without talking to you more.

“So what’s your name?”

“Let’s say I’m Dollface tonight”.

“Come on. Do you know who I am? Because if you do, then it’s a bit unfair I don’t know your name”.

You laughed and Ferran felt it again. That attraction towards you. He was going to find out who you were.

"I do know. I'm surprised you didn't dress as a shark, actually".

"Too on the nose", he laughed.

You both kept talking and his frustration kept growing, because you wouldn't take the mask off.

"Do you want a drink?", he offered, knowing you would need to take it off to drink, right?

"I would love one, yes. Diet coke or something similar. I'll be driving home. I don't want to drink".

"Got it".

He knew the house well and found the sodas quickly, pouring one in a glass for you.

"Oh wow, I get the good glasses and not paper cups. Fancy".

"Well, you're sober so I trust you won't drop it".

He kept looking at you, expecting the mask to be off soon. But then you looked around, got up, picked up a straw and started to drink without fully removing the mask. Was that some kind of joke? Ferran could only see your lips and chin. That was about it. There was a little beauty mark on your chin, though. So he tried to memorize that for when he maybe saw you around the party later, finally without a mask on.

But that didn't happen. He got a text from one of his teammates, asking where he was. And he knew he couldn't just ignore all of them the whole party.

"My friends want to see me. You could come too. Or I could see you later, maybe?"

"I'll be around. I'm sure you'll find me", you said.

But he didn't see you again after that.

Hours later, the only people left in the house were Pedri and his brother. And Ferran who offered to help tidy up a little. But there was also a selfish reason why he stayed there.

"So, ummm…do you have a list of the people who were here tonight?"

Pedri raised an eyebrow. What an odd question. "No. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious".

"Did you like a girl or something and want to find out if I have her number?"

"Sort of. Not the number just…the name would be enough".

"Didn't you ask for her name?"

"I did. But she didn't want to tell me".

"What did she look like?"

"I don't know".

Pedri laughed. He knew his friend could be weird but this was too much.

"Are you drunk?"

"No, you idiot. She had a mask on and I didn't get to see her face. But I was talking to her for almost an hour”.

“So that’s where you were. Speaking to ghosts”.

Ferran shook his head. Pedri wasn't going to help. No one was going to help. He was never going to find out who Dollface really was.

**

A couple of weeks passed and the Halloween party seemed to be just an afterthought. But sometimes, Ferran still thought about the mysterious girl he talked to.

"Yes, I'm going to order a coffee now, mum. I'll talk to you later. Bye".

He hung up the phone and ordered his coffee. After paying for it, he moved to wait for it at the end of the bar. There were a few people there and he noticed them looking. He was used to it already. But someone was looking at him more boldly.

"Hi", he said. And then noticed the beauty mark on the chin. His eyes went from it to your eyes, trying to work out what was happening. "Is it really you?"

"Hello again. I see you found me".

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( EN- ) jake x fem reader

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“Fuck. We’re all out of gas.” Jake muttered under his breath, trying to start the engine up again. Sunoo walked over to him, a worried look on his face. “What’s wrong?” Jake looked up at Sunoo, sweat dripping off his forehead. “Out of gas. ”He stood up and walked past Sunoo to the sofas in the camper, taking a seat next to Jungwon, who was chatting away to y/n. Y/n noticed Jake’s presence and smiled at him. “Are you okay? You’re sweating like crazy.” Jake sighed and wiped the sweat off his face. “I'm fine.” He reached for the water bottle Jungwon was holding and chugged it down like there was no tomorrow. “I’m gonna go shower.” He said, standing up and heading for the back of the van, leaving Y/n and Jungwon to talk once again.

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The four of them gathered around the small dining table, chatting about the day and trying to keep a positive spirit since the van ran out of gas. Sunoo checked his phone from time to time to check for reception, but there was no sign of anything. “Let’s play something,” Jungwon suggested. “It’s so boring, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. My phone’s dead, and even if I charge it there won’t be any reception. The car’s basically dead too, so we won’t be able to drive anywhere either.” Y/n smiled. “Sure,” she said. “That sounds fun. What should we play?” “Ooh!” Sunoo piped up, his face lighting up. “Let’s spill secrets!” Jake looked at him, flabbergasted. “Hell no! That’s too risky for all of us, and you know that. How about a classic game of truth or dare? And if you back out of the question, you have to take a sip of your drink.” Jungwon looked at Jake, slightly side-eyeing him. “Seriously, you want to get us all drunk again?”Jake laughed. “C’mon, Jungwonnie. It will be fun! Just let loose a bit won't you?” Y/n smiled. “Alright,” her gaze flickering to each of her friends one by one, however lingering on Jake for a bit longer than it should have. “That would be nice.”

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Time: 1:00 AM. The camper’s lights were still on, the four friends drunk and laughing about almost everything each other said.”Okay.. My turn to ask someone!” Sunoo said, slurring his words slightly as he spoke. “Y/n! T..Truth or dare!!” Y/n, who stayed sane and sober throughout the whole game until recently, hesitated for an unusually long time at Sunoo’s question. “Um.. dare?” She had picked truth for the entire game, and having nothing to hide answered all the questions in an instant.Sunoo laughed after hearing Y/n pick dare; this gave him a chance to mess up her perfect streak of well—staying sane.”Hah… I.. I dare you to..uh, kiss the person on your right!” Y/n stared at him, not believing what he had just said. “Um. what? No! I’m backing out.” She reached for her cup in front of her, only to see that it was empty. She reached for the bottle for liquor, only to find that empty too. Damn it, she had to do it now. There was no chance of her backing out now.

She looked to her right, and there sat a red-faced, beaming and drunk Jake.Y/n shifted her chair closer to him, grasping his face once he was in her reach. She then moved away suddenly, hesitation taking over her. “Ugh… come on, y/n,” she told herself. “They’re all drunk. It’s fine.” She leaned back in and touched her lips to his. It wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t anything she’d expected either. Y/n had always taken a liking towards Jake; however she never expected herself to even be this close to him, let alone kiss him. Y/n pulled away awkwardly, immediately turning away and shifting her chair back to its original position. “Okay,” she looked around the table. “My turn.” She pointed at Jungwon. “Jungwon! I dare you to uh.. Stand outside for five minutes!” Jungwon, who was also red-faced, looked at Y/n, a giddy look on his face. “Uhm.. sure..”

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Time: 2:30 AM. Everyone left to go sleep, y/n to her room, and everyone else to theirs. Y/n tossed and turned in her bed, unable to fall asleep. “Aurgh.. Fuck. My head hurts..” She stood up, throwing her blanket onto the floor. She walked over to her desk and picked up her ipod. People rarely used ipods these days,but y/n still liked it because she could download anything she wanted on it, and it didn't require wifi. She plugged her earbuds in and clicked on her playlist. As the music started to play, y/n sat there and gathered all her thoughts. She thought about how they were going to get out of the forest, how Sunoo, Jungwon and Jake were managing to sleep, and how she was going to manage to study once she got back home. She thought about her parents, her siblings, about life, school, and everything else. Once the song ended, y/n breathed out a sigh. She set her things back on her desk and walked back over to her bed, picked up her blanket and headed to sleep.

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The sun crept into the room, bathing y/n in golden glory. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, glancing at the clock on her bedside table as she woke up. Desperately needing the extra minutes, y/n pulled her blanket back over herself and went back to sleep.

Around an hour later, Y/n woke up and headed for the main area. When she stepped into the area, she was greeted by a smiling Sunoo, and Jungwon and Jake who were eating their breakfast. Y/n sat down at her seat, sandwiched between Jake and Jungwon. “Hi,” She said, grabbing a piece of toast. “Did you all sleep well?” “Yeah I did,” Sunoo said. “Not gonna lie, the alcohol kinda helped put me to sleep.” Jungwon smiled. “Me too.” Y/n looked over at Jake, who was munching away on a piece of bacon on toast, the sunlight rushing in through the windows and hitting him at just the right spot, making him look more dashing than he already was. Y/n caught herself staring for a little bit too long; she shook her head and turned her attention back to the plate in front of her. However, just as Y/n turned away, she caught Jake’s eye and he smiled. Shifting closer to y/n, he leaned his head in, lowering his voice into a whisper. “Lost in the moment, or were you purposely staring?” He moved away, shooting a wink towards y/n, leaving her stunned.

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Monday. Everyone’s most dreaded day of the week. Sunoo, Jungwon, Jake and y/n had finally managed to get back home after that road trip, and everything was back to normal. Sometimes, y/n found herself thinking about the events that happened on the weekend, in that camper van with her friends. How they laughed, how they tried new foods, and… Y/n let her thoughts stop there before she let herself think about him. About how she had always preferred him over her other friends. About how they'd always hang out during breaks. About how.. How she’d kissed him. It was just a dare, but it meant more to y/n than just a dare. She’d never thought that she’d be thinking about this; about how she could possibly have a slight crush on her best friend. That thought didn’t go too far before the bell rang, signalling that it was time for lunch.

Y/n sat at her usual table with her closest friends- Yuna, Chaewon, Sakura, Winter, Rei, and Gaeul. “Hey y/n,” Chaewon greeted her with a warm smile, passing y/n a slip of paper across the table. “This is for you, I spent all night last night writing it up. Happy birthday, bestie!” Y/n froze. How could she forget that today was her birthday? She smiled back at Chaewon, her face lighting up as she replied. “Thank you.” The table proceeded to talk about all sorts of different things; like how they were going to celebrate y/n’s birthday, the latest drama at school, teachers they hated, and everything else.

Just then, Sunoo’s voice came from the table next to them, calling y/n over. Y/n walked over to Sunoo’s table- consisting of Sunoo, Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jake, Jay and Ni-ki, and sat down, squashed between Sunoo and Jake. “What’s up?” Sunoo beamed at her, his smile lighting up the whole room. “Happy birthday, y/n.” Y/n returned his smile, laughing. “Thank you.” Jake placed his arm around y/n, hugging her with one arm. “Happy birthday to you. I couldn’t ask for a better best friend.”

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Sakura was the first to arrive at y/n’s house. Y/n had a lavish, large mansion that could fit the whole school if she wanted to. The moment Sakura saw y/n, she immediately rushed to her and gave her a big hug. “You look like a greek goddess,” she said, admiring y/n’s dress. “Awh, thank you! You look gorgeous yourself, Saku.” The two of them sat down on the sofa in the exquisitely decorated house, waiting for the others to arrive.

As the people started piling in, y/n was getting tired. She walked out to the patio, holding a cup of water. She was doing really well in regulating her drinking habits; she couldn’t let something like last time happen again. Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her, and she turned around to see Jake join her on the patio. “So,” he said, taking a seat next to her, “Sixteen, huh?” He smirked, making y/n smile. She hit his arm playfully, laughing as she did it. “Yeah. I guess I'm old now.” Jake laughed as well, matching her energy. “Yeah. guess you are.” Y/n took a sip from her cup, and stared at him, trying hard not to laugh. “You’re older though.” “Ugh, shut up.” Jake slapped her on the arm jokingly and the two of them stood up, looking out on the patio.

“You know,” Jake whispered, putting his arm around y/n’s shoulder, “I heard you talk that day.” Y/n turned to face him, confused. “What day?” Jake smirked. “Oh, you know, when you.. Kissed me.” Y/n felt her face heat up immediately, and she turned her head back around to try to hide it. “Oh.” Jake leaned in closer, his breath brushing against y/n’s skin. “I like you too, you idiot.” Y/n turned around to face him, shifting away. “How the fu- how did you even know I- Wha-? I haven’t even sorted anything out and you’re hitting me with this?” Jake laughed, sitting back down on the chair. “The truth is, I've always liked you. Since we were ten. I just never noticed it until now.” Y/n sat down next to him, taking one last sip from her cup. They sat there like that in silence for a while, but the silence wasn’t awkward. It had a sense of warmth, of understanding, and everything unspoken; things that couldn't be expressed in words, and everything in between. Y/n finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “I guess I could say the same for myself.” She turned her head to look at the dark brown-haired boy in front of her. “I’ve liked you too, Jake.”

“Since we were ten.”

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admin’s note. !!

for the Jake to my Sunghoon, christina. </3

please keep in mind that I have no experience at all in writing fics, and this is my first one. It’s not very good, but I will try to improve as time goes on and who knows, maybe I’ll do a rewrite. I spent quite a long time thinking of the plot, and when I did I decided to go for a classic friends-to-lovers trope.

to everyone who has read this, thank you.

— aeri xo

[unsaidcurses]

hi i saw you write for robert shwartzman and i think he is so under appreciated especially when it comes to fanfic!! could you please write something friends to lovers with him maybe with the whole “oh no there’s only one bed i guess we have to share” trope 🥺 i would owe you my life i love your writing

summary: robert hosts a party. it doesn’t continue as it was supposed to, but it’s alright anyway.

pairing: robert shwartzman x driver!reader

warning: alcohol

wordcount: 2,3 k

a/n: this is set back in the golden prema/fda days (i miss them so much) after months i finally finished this??? it’s been an eternity, thanks uni,  love u too </3

you could hear light music mixed with laughter coming out of the slightly opened main window of the house. you just arrived at robert’s place, where he decided to host what was supposed to be something between a small gathering and a party with members of the ferrari academy, who also happened to be his closest friends.

you, marcus and callum lived pretty close, so you had agreed long ago to always share one car whenever you planned to go to a party, so that at least two people could drink, while the other remained sober to drive them safely home, and tonight the chosen driver was marcus.

when you knocked on the door, you didn't have to wait long to be met with a smiley gianluca. he didn’t hesitate to pull you in a hug, soon after passing over to the boys, giving them their usual handshake.

“hey guys, how are you? welcome in!" the brazilian exclaimed eagerly when he greeted you. as you followed the orders, you entered the house, which, to your surprise, was adorned with fanciful lights, even on the sofa where mick, jehan, and robert sat.

“i didn’t expect christmas to arrive a month earlier this year!” you exclaimed walking towards the boys with the intention of hugging them. while the first two laughed at your joke standing up to greet you, the house's owner crossed his arms and wore a pout on his face, causing an even louder laugh from everybody.

"come on rob, i was kidding. you know i love christmas." you seriously replied engulfing him. and just when he finally gave in and placed his arms around your body as a sign to both forgive you and greet you, callum talked.

"of course he knows. that's exactly why they are there."

robert actually considered for three seconds to leave his spot and kick him, but it would have been suspicious, so he opted for staying where he was, thinking of something that could save him from a possible embarrassing moment.

"i also bought your favourite gin and marcus' tequila." he shrugged his shoulder dismissively. "i want my friends to enjoy their night, so there are things around you like."

although callum almost blurted out your name, as you were the thing around he liked, on the other hand his brain stopped his mouth in time, deciding that waiting for everybody to be tipsy before putting him through that carnage would be funnier.

suddenly the main lights turned down leaving a confused expression on everyone's face, until marcus, from the side of the room where the switches were, started talking.

"now that we are all here, can we start the party?"

"yes kid, we can"

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some hours elapsed by and the majority of the boys were tiredly sitting on the sofa, while you and mick were drunkenly putting together some moves, which i'm not sure it can be called dancing, on the light jazz that was playing in the background. you didn't know the process that brought etta james to be played, considering not even half an hour prior all you could listen to was some edm music, but since the phone attached to the speakers was roberts's, you imagined it happened by his hand. and indeed it was him, after he heard the knocking on the wall from his neighbour when he walked in the kitchen to get a drink, realizing just then how late it was and they were being way too loud.

when the song ended, you collapsed on the armrest of the sofa where marcus was sitting. noticing his eyes were halfway closed from tiredness, you announced it was your time to leave.

"cal, let's go home maybe? marc is half asleep." you asked turning in his direction. he still hadn't answered, but you immediately noticed something in his look was off.

"marcus? are you sleepy or drunk?" callum examined his flatmate noticing his slouching on the couch and, for he doesn't understand what reason, the red ears, which was the common pattern he witnesses only when he was out drinking.

"mh, sleepy and drunk. allegedly sleepy because drunk." he replied cuddling to your side seeking a soft spot to rest his head, unsuccessfully since you stood up straight away.

"marcus! you were supposed to stay sober, it was your turn to drive us home!" you shouted at the boy, fully aware that telling him this now wouldn't change a thing. not surprised, callum let his head hanging down, reflecting on the possibility of driving them home, immediately dismissing it as he drank as well.

years of training reflexes to recognize when they are not on spot to drive, useful.

you stood there looking at your friend, pondering what was the best choice to bring you home safe and sound. since all of you had too much alcohol in your body, driving was not an option, and neither was walking because your house was too far away and marcus was clearly not in the condition to do so, nor ride a bicycle.

so basically you were screwed, except for the fact that you were at robert's house and, as the good party host he claims to be, he had the right solution for you.

"i think i have enough space for everybody to sleep here," he glanced around the living room thinking about how many people could fit on his couch. "three people can stay in the guest room, two on the sofa and two in my room."

"oh my- you are a godsend rob!" you excitedly jumped on him, after he saved you from a walk of kilometres holding your drunk friend.

you weren't the only one in the room having a realization though. in fact, while you were busy hugging robert, gianluca called shotgun for the guest room, fancying some due rest on a proper mattress, and mick and jehan reflexively run up the stairs, going for the room wishing the same as the younger driver. at the end of the day, they were already supposed to stay over, without expecting anybody to mess up their plan by getting drunk when not supposed to.

"it doesn't look like marc is gonna move anytime soon," callum said with half-closed eyelids looking at his full asleep friend, "and i don't think i have the energy to do any different, so i guess we'll take the couch."

the blond boy reached for the cupboard, taking out a blanket and kindly laying it out on his academy's teammates. the older of the two thanked him with a little smile and a yawn, while the new zealander was way to gone to be minimally conscious.

then robert nodded towards the staircase, to let you know his intention to go to his room, and you followed him

"did i seriously win the spot on the comfiest bed of the house without an effort? it must be my lucky day!" you ratiocinated walking up the stairs alongside rob, who was some steps behind you since he stopped to switch off the lights of the living room to let the boys sleep more comfortably.

"are you sure you don't mind sharing the bed? i can always stay with marcus and callum" he halted temporarily in case you didn't like the idea of sleeping together in a so small space.

"of course, rob. besides, it's your bed, if anything i would be the one on the couch." you insisted turning to him, beckoning him to stick to you.

once in his room, the atmosphere change pretty drastically for the russian. having his long time crush in his personal space was a new thing for him, which got him pretty flustered, not knowing how to act. not that you noticed it, while changing into your pajamas. if you only knew how that made robert freeze on the spot. notify him next time, please.

some giggles from the adjacent room distracted both of you and saved the blonde's brain from buffering over and over again.

"did we really think it was a smart idea to leave gianluca in the same room as jehan?" you questioned ironically, "they will keep us awake all night."

"definitely"

still laughing, you and your fluffy pyjamas got under the blanket on the bed on the opposite side of where a bedside table with some of rob's stuff laying around was set, inducing it was the part where he usually slept. you moved around a bit, trying to find some comfort in the unknown environment, meanwhile the blonde changed his clothes as well, getting in an old unused t shirt and some short, which looked a bit too light for your liking, but he was surely better used to cold temperatures than you were thanks to his childhood spent in russia. after taking the spare pillow on the chair, he walked to his side of the bed pushing the one already on the mattress in your direction to offer the most comfortable one between the two. lucky me callum is not here to tease me right now, rob reflected.

sleeply, you accepted it, not wanting to start the "you take it" “no, you take it" conversation in the middle of the night, watching the other finally getting under the duvet with a satisfied look on his face.

once both of you settle in the small bed, you relaxed finding some peace to sleep, but a fresh breeze hitting you feet cause that moment to be really brief. at first, you decided it wasn't particularly bothersome, so you let it pass, but when all the warm the blanket was radiating was disappearing because of it and it became distracting for your sleep, you decided to investigate the cause.

"rob, you're too tall." watching under the duvet, you noticed he was laying with his legs straight and his feet didn't fit in the bed, leaving a gap at the end of it where the cold air could come in.

the small bed was not only narrow, but also too short.

"i know, i'm sorry. in theory the mattress is a full size, but in actuality it is a small-european size." he apologized for moving slightly to fit better, but without really knowing how.

"isn't it easier if you just bend your legs?" you suggested seeing his discomfort. in response, the blonde did what you said but towards the wall, the opposite direction of what you had in mind, putting himself in another uncomfortable position as well. "i meant in this way, dumbass."

when you brutally put a hand on his knee to pull his legs on your side he was a little taken aback. he didn't want to intrude your space, and doing so your legs were all intertwined, and he couldn't stop thinking about whose legs his were crossing. it wasn't exactly like the time he slept with marcus during a grand prix because the radiator in his room was broken.

"am i-... do you, i mean..." he started stuttering, trying to form a proper sentence while you were looking at him, which was pretty distracting if you couldn't tell. "are my legs bothering you? i can move them if you-"

"it was a pretext to get you to do something about this." the boy was interrupted by your sentence, which wasn't entirely clear to him.

"about what?" he questioned back with a confused expression on his face. what he said made you laugh a bit, you honestly couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or was actually obnoxious.

"we can avoid the elephant in the room any longer or you can just cuddle me like normal people that like each other usually do."

you dropped the bomb, hoping you didn't misunderstand all the signals, otherwise that would be really embarrassing, but considering all the glances, the sweet actions only aimed at you, callum's jokes and the general tension sometimes was there between you two for absolutely no reason, you assumed this was not the case.

the boy looked at you with a blank expression, processing the words. has he been so obvious, too obvious, about his feelings? or was it his friends' fault with all the remarks? but mainly:

"each other? so you-"

"yes rob, i like you."

those icy eyes were looking at you like you told him a f1 seat was his. he didn't know how to form the concept he wanted to pronounce, letting him gasping. his reaction made some insecurities crawl into you, interrupting the eye contact you were previously holding, which didn't go unnoticed by the boy, causing an immediate reaction from him.

"that's good," out of all the words existing in the english vocabulary, these were the ones that came out. seriously? so he tried to fix his mistake by adding a "i mean- it's good because i like you too."

a nervous laugh escaped your lips, followed by a push on his shoulder. that was really horribly phrased, lucky him you liked him.

"good to know. now, i've been awake for like... nineteen hours? so if you don't mind, i would postpone this conversation to next morning when both of us will have more faculties to properly talk about it. the worst part of admiting it is done, anyhow." you yawned stretching around. with your legs still intertwined, the boy started fidgeting before opening his mouth and unsurely give voice to his thoughts.

"can i still hug you?"

you felt an overload of tenderness hearing the request, accompanied by the cute expression on robert's face, typical of someone in the beginning stages of a new relationship, with a lot of adoration, but plenty of insecurities. your natural answer was to scoot over and lay your head on his shoulder, which in response received a weird entanglement of arms around your body and a bright smile.

"goodnight rob" you murmured to the boy on your side, who answered you in the same way before settling down, with silence and calmness filling the room, knowing that at least callum now will stop messing with you on your unrevealed crushes.

[lil-gae-disaster]

i love those stupid ass adult fags who are almost in their 40's (as of 2011)

I might've given Nox a bit o' alc in this one... wanted to see how that'd be 😔

Edit: HOLY SHIT THIS TURNED OUT TO BE LONG AF

Kisses for you (Because I love you too)

Ever since the parent day at Hogwarts - a day from which Nox still needs to recover mentally - said man started to hang out with a certain other man. None other than Blaze Allard, his teenage love (allthough the love was, most likely, one-sided.)

Being the obvious but also oblivious person he is, others around them started to notice how close they've been lately and how they look at eachother. Nox for his part was still to notice that his love - which hasn't died since he was 14 - wasn't as one-sided as he thought it to be. Quite on the contrary, seen as his love was more than requited. Everyone seemed to notice. Except them, somehow.

People around them all felt different about this. There were some who couldn't stand the idea, such as Ivy, who was utterly jealous of Nox, and Leo, who was being pity and hated idea the in general. Others couldn't care less. Clorinde, Nox' significantly younger sister, was one of them. But being the wingwoman she didn't know she was, she invited them both to her birthday.

So here the two lovebirds were, sitting in Clorinde's living room. The party had already winded down, the guests had all started to return to their own homes and even Clorinde headed to bed, being so kind as to let both of them stay at her's for the night. "Just don't stay up for too long now.", she reminded them, like some sort of mother would. Which makes sense considering she's planning to adopt a certain student of hers.

Little did they know, Clorinde left them alone in the room on purpose. And little did they know, the fact that her sofa functions as only one bed was on purpose too - though if they'd notice, she'd brush it off as being drunk while setting it up.But that'd be a thing to worry about later. Because right now, neither of the men were worried about anything. They were happily chatting, allthough a little quieter than before, telling eachother stories about the happenings in the magical world and the muggle world. It was clear that one of them definitely had a few sips of alcohol - Nox was starting to sound a bit tipsy and his words were sounding slurred. Blaze on the other hand had barely touched a drop, having expected drive home later in the evening. So, natural, he was still completely sober.

Unlike Nox, who was clearly somewhat drunk, seeing as he was repeating a story he had already told that night. It was cute, really. The way he kept stumbling over his words, his face red from the alcohol he drank. It caused the older of the two to chuckle multiple times. Does Nox even know what his drunken behaviour is doing to Blaze? When he finally couldn't take it anymore, he spoke up, knowing he needed to confess while the other was still somewhat sober.

"Nox?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

The silence was loud. Nox was staring at the man next to him with wide eyes until he laughed slighty in his drunken manor, causing Blaze's heart to flutter with both butterflies and a slight feel of hurt. "Hah... You're amazing. That was a good joke." The taller man took another sip of his wine, brushing it off as a joke until the silence made him look at the other again. "Hold on. You're not joking, are you."

Another silence. Then Blaze nodded, making Nox believe it even less.

"You can't be serious! How- How can some like you, beautiful and astonishing, like some as me? I mean, just look at me!" He gestured to himself. "I can't control my liquor! I'm half-blind, I'm reckless, heck, I mostly don't even feel like a man! No, Blaze, you cannot possible love someone like me." With that, he finishes his glass to drown his sorrow and the hurt he feels at his own words.

But then the beautiful man next to him speaks again. "That's where you're wrong, Nox. I love you. I don't care if you don't feel like a man at times, I love you despite that. I couldn't care less if you can't control your liquor, because goddamn it, you're cute when you're drunk. And good fucking hell, your scar makes you even more handsome. I love you, regardless of what you call your flaws. I love you for who you are. So, if you love me too... Will you allow me to be your boyfriend? And if you don't feel the same, then-"

He was cut off as Nox suddenly pulled him in for a kiss by his shoulders. Both of their faces were red and hot, both of flustered as hell. Nox felt as if he could die at this moment. He doubted he'd remember this the next day, but he hoped this wouldn't be the last time he'd get to have the feel and taste of Blaze's lips.

It was when they were both at a loss for air that Nox pulled away from - in his opinion - the most beautiful man in the world, allthough he did so reluctantly. Both men just stared at eachother with red faces, until a soft and loving smile sneaked onto the faces of them both. So, they just stared at eachother in comfortable silence. Until Nox dared to speak.

"Blaze?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

With a chuckle, the older of the two placed a kiss on his new lover's nose. "I love you too, dear."

And Nox swore to Merlin's beard, he felt the happiest he ever was when he woke up in Blaze's arms the next morning, knowing he was loved by the one he loves.

Gay.

[archxngxl]

Raphael often questioned how much Eden actually knew, about her brother's involvement with them or just about him in general. The man knew there was rumors all around town, about who he really was or what his business was a front for. It irked him how much information was available to the public. "It's okay, don't apologize." Raphael laughed. "I'm into cooking myself, but can't bake for shit." One might think that if someone is good at cooking, baking might come easy but for Raphael, it did not. "Not that I burn things or something, it just always tastes like shit." Eden was nice, she was pretty too. Raphael could not help but cast a few glances down at her dress, but he corrected himself as soon as he did. His mother raised a gentlemen, after all.

"Yeah, don't worry about him. He's just had too much to drink." Raphael hoped that he sobered up before their meeting tonight. He could not present himself in front of the other families, with his Capo drunk as hell. The next question caught him off guard. "I'm perfectly fine, sweetheart. Nice of you to ask." Raphael never expected anyone to check on him. Since he was young, he was the one looking over everyone. His father, the late and (not) great Alessandro, drilled it into him that any sign of emotion was weakness. He needed to be the bigger man, he needed to take care of his family.

"By all means, feel free to stay here." Raphael moved to the bar at the side. A medium sized table, with a compartment in the back that opened. "Pick you poison." Raphael presented many bottles of liquor to her. Anything from whiskey to vodka, he had it in stock. For himself, Raphael poured some whiskey. "You shouldn't worry so much about these things, Eden. It'll drive you crazy."

She knew Ben had some involvement with this family, whether they knew him personally as a friend or what, she didn't question but she knew her Brother had been a good man, he'd always had good intentions. He just wanted to help people regardless or status or lack of it, whoever they were they deserved help in Bens eyes. Eden was so similar but in the sense that she fed people, she liked to make people feel cared for with a full stomach, mainly because she was a child that remembered begging for food and she never wanted anyone to know the feeling of an empty stomach, growling for even a few crumbs.

"They have?" she wiped her hand across her forehead with an exaggerated 'phew' noise, she always worked hard and if she was honest half of that was because she wanted to impress him. "Well maybe now I can relax a little bit." she laughed and moved more into the room, the door shutting behind her. "You should come by the bakery more often, there's plenty more where they come from, all sorts really, but you know what I do make real good? Cookies. It seems basic right because a cookie is a cooki-" she stopped herself. "Sorry, get a bit passionate with the whole cooking thing."

"Is Salvatore okay?" she asked sweetly, she moved to lean against his desk, height wise she could've sat on it with her legs dangling the edge. "Are you okay? I feel like nobody ever takes the time to stop an ask you if you're doing okay." And nobody, absolutely nobody.. ever stopped to ask her because that kind of grief she experienced? That didn't go away easily. She held him in the street, shot and bleeding out, that didn't leave anybody and yet she did such a good job of acting perfectly fine. She had to admit, undeniably the way he called her sweetheart always made her cheeks warm a few shades. "Actually.. I may have been sneaking away from everything." she sighed softly, her smile becoming something so sincere, so precious. "It's all a bit overwhelming out there."

[wishingyouback]

Just For Tonight. KSM

synopsis: your friendship with seungmin has always been black or white. yes or no, on and off, nothing in between. you either speak, or you don't. but one night, he seems to surprise you.

pairing: seungmin x reader.

genre: tiny angst, reader and seungmin have a sweet friendship.

warning/s: none.

Author's Note: not proofread, any errors or typos will be fixed as soon as i can get back to it. happy readings <3

Seungmin and you have never gotten along.

For as long as you could remember ever since starting your freshman year of university, he had always been passive. Nonchalant in everything he did towards you, and quite frankly while he never directed any hatred nor harsh words towards you to your face, you could sense there wasn't much he liked about you.

You saw the way he would talk to Minho, how they bantered and how he would make jokes that made everyone laugh to the point of tears in their eyes. You knew that Felix, Jisung and Jeongin would occasionally meet up at his house to have movie nights. You noticed how despite how often he would poke fun with Chan and Changbin due to the age gap, he still held so much respect for the two boys, even more so any of the older boys that he knew when to step back if it got too far. He was their go-to person, their close friend — their best friend. But to you, Seungmin was just an acquaintance to say hello to. To acknowledge if you were to see each other outside of classes, but that was all.

"Hey," Jisung slings an arm over your shoulder, letting it lightly rest there, "You okay? You haven't been talking much tonight."

"Hey," Jisung slings an arm over your shoulder, letting it lightly rest there, "You okay? You haven't been talking much tonight."

"Hey," Jisung slings an arm over your shoulder, letting it lightly rest there, "You okay? You haven't been talking much tonight."

"Been better," You say honestly, because you knew even if you weren't telling the truth, Jisung would be able to read you like a book. "Just a little tired," You tell him and that isn't a lie, but it is a half truth.

The only reason you feel as tired as you are at only eight in the evening is because work had been getting to you. Workload was starting to pile up, and to add to that, the person you were seeing the last six months, called it quits an hour prior to the party Chan was hosting. Only Chan was aware of the person you were seeing, and he had been kind enough to not mention their name throughout the evening, but it still plagued your mind after having yourself become so attached and familiar with that person.

"Already?" Jisung glances down at his watch, then purses his lips, "Tell you what, let's both mingle for another half an hour and I'll drive you home, what do you say?"

"I thought you wanted to stay out late tonight?" You ask with a small smile on your face. There had been an ongoing inside joke between you and Jisung that every time he announces he'll stay out late or go out a little past midnight, it almost never happens.

Jisung books your nose with his finger, then shakes his head, "Changed my mind as I always do." He grins, "Want me to get you a drink?"

"I'm okay," you show him your bottle of soda, "Planning to stay sober tonight.

"Good idea," Jisung notes. The commotion inside starts to get a little louder when a new face walks in, "I think Minho just got here. Come say hi?"

"I will in a few," you squeeze Jisung's bicep to reassure him when he gives you a look. "I'll look for you."

"Good," Jisung pulls you in for one hug then leaves you be by the balcony as he jogs back inside. You don't doubt that he's gone off to annoy Minho and decide to look back up at the stars in the night sky.

Barely ten minutes pass by when you hear the sound of the sliding door squeak open. You've told Chan countless of times to have it cleaned but the older boy doesn't listen.

When you turn around to see who it is, you almost don't expect to see Seungmin standing by the door with two cups in his hands with his eyes wide open as if he had been caught shoplifting.

"Seungmin?"

"Hey," He clears his throat and awkwardly slides rhe door shut behind him. Because of how rusty it's starting to get, it takes him a while to close it shut but he manages. "Guess you didn't really expect me to be out here, huh?"

"To be out here?" You turn to look at him when he reaches your side, then look away, "Sure. To be out here next to me, talking to me? Not what I had in mind." You say.

From your peripheral you see him cringe, flinching almost from your worlds but don't say anything else. You pretend to not see it.

"Fair, that's fair," he mutters to himself while he sips at his drink. As if remembering what he was holding in his hands, he brings the other up to you, "I got this for you. Chan said you weren't planning on drinking tonight so it's just water."

You take it carefully, placing your other cup on the floor. "Thanks," You smile. "So, don't get me wrong I don't mind the company, but what made you come out here?"

Seungmin turns to you then looks over his shoulder at the crowd in the apartment.

"Would it be hard to believe I came out here to talk to you?"

Yes.

You chuckle at his words, "Honestly a little bit, yes."

He does the same, looking down at his cup then back out at the scenery.

"I heard about what happened with you and the person you were seeing," Pure disbelief makes it way into your eyes when your eyes lock with Seungmin's. He notices quick under the moonlight, "Chan mentioned in passing that things didn't work out, but it's only because I asked him."

You ponder.

"You asked him?" This causes confusion to fill your mind, "Why?"

"I never said I disliked you, Y/n," Seungmin starts off with a ghost of a smile.

"I've never said it out loud that you did," You fire back.

"But I know my actions towards you have made you feel like I do, but I don't. He clarifies with a serious tone, "The reason I asked was because Jeongin mentioned you weren't being yourself, so I came to ask if you were okay."

"It's shocking coming from me, but I just wanted to tell you that I don't hate you. I don't think any of us could," he glances over his shoulder and you do the same, noticing your seven closest friends yelling while laughing.

"Could," you tease.

"Not likely," He says to you, making the smile on your face grow. "And for what it's worth, whoever it was that decided to drop you like that without a proper explanation or reasoning, is missing out on how much of an amazing person you are."

The surprise must have been written all over your face because Seungmin waits for one minute, another until he finally bursts out laughing at how you stare at him. Despite the outburst of laughter, he almost sounds shy.

"Seungmin, you're full of surprises what on earth! That was so sweet," You tell him, joining in on the laughter when he doesn't stop.

"So I've been told," He calms down with a chuckle and carefully places a hand on your shoulder, waiting to check if you're okay with it then pats it lightly. "C'mon, let's dance."

"Dance?" You don't object, but you're even more baffled to find out that Seungmin loves to dance. Most nights out together he would be standing by the side or sitting at the table.

"Just for tonight, if it'll make you smile," He says.

"Okay, just tonight," You laugh and let Seungmin pull you away from the balcony, back into the living room where you're overwhelmingly showered with love and hugs from your closest friends.

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 7

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Feelings brew after a strange night and a Club lockdown.

The guys were milling around T-M when it happened, the short bang bang of gunshots, then the screech of tires. They could see a glance of Mayans colours then nothing. They had just been hit.

Unser dealt with it, Hale wasn't impressed as usual, but the issue would be left to Clay. The Club had been on the backfoot with The Mayans for months, and there was an undercurrent of discontent with Clay's leadership but no one was going to say it, at least not to each other.

"Call your families we're going into lockdown."

******

You had protested on the phone when Sam called you. You were at a fancy party and couldn't leave and that you would be there when you got there.

"I'm armed Samuel, I'm always armed. There's not much they can do to protect me that I can't do myself, and in case you've forgotten, our house is tighter than Fort Knox." You could hear Sam breathing out at the end of the line.

"I'll be there after the party, don't expect me to be happy about it."

"Holly shit!" Juice and Happy watched your car pull into the half-full lot, you climbed out of your car in a huff, but that's not what drew their attention. You were in a beautiful dark blue ballgown, it had short cap sleeves that showed off your tattoos and a fluffy skirt. The dress was patterned like a gothic space drawing, with little gold stars mixed with tiny gold dots.

Your hair was in a relaxed updo, ringlets hanging around your face. There were small star hairpins all through your hair and you had a dusting of blue on your eyelids. But all of that was trumped but the cloud of anger around you; something had gone wrong with your night.

Happy and Juice followed in behind you, you being the last person they were waiting on meant that they had no reason to linger outside.

You marched in and sat down in your spot by the bar, you cast a glance at the room spoke up.

"The first person who says a word gets shot."

"Can you get me a glass of whiskey please, leave the bottle." You were polite but your tone was short. Usually, you'd take the time to chat to the bartender about how they were but tonight you sat at the bar staring forward with a scowl on your face.

Tig was the first to make the mistake of trying to talk to you. He walked up to you but you clearly didn't like the expression on his face.

"Fuck off Tiggy, I'm not in the mood tonight." He did the smart thing and walked away.

Happy was next, although it went much better. He walked up to you, cast you a glance, and then used your bottle to fill his cup.

"Bad night?" You gave a curt nod.

"You have no idea" He walked away without replying.

Jax had watched you all night, he had seen you going for huffing and puffing and glaring at people to leave you alone to slumped in your chair drinking mindlessly.

"What's got you so sad." You crumple further.

"It's not important." He had that cocky look about him again.

"Sure it is, you sure seem like something happened" He watched your resolve crumble.

"I.... Can you just sit with me and tell me about your day? I don't really want to talk about it right now." Jax sat down and gestured for the bartender to get him a beer.

"Sure thing Darlin."

****

Jax had stayed relatively sober, considering he may need to leave at any time to deal with the Mayans. You, on the other hand, were as drunk as a skunk.

"I think it's time for me to go home, there's clearly nothing happening here." If Jax was a little tippy before, he was stone-cold sober now.

"There's no way I'm letting you get behind the wheel." You looked at him like an idiot.

"I'm not a monster Jax, I'm going to walk." You were up and shuffling your dress around.

"I'm armed, see!" You lifted your skirt to show a gun strapped to your ankle.

"What's with this sudden urge to go, you were fine a few minutes ago?" You looked at the floor, if he didn't know you he would say you were ashamed.

"I don't want to be around people anymore." Jax thought you were about to start crying.

"We can go to my dorm and hang out, that ok with you?" You gave him a small smile and nodded, he grabbed your hand in his and pulled you along.

You stumbled to his dorm, Jax was holding back laughter the whole time.

"Thank you for spending time with me tonight, drunk people are no fun." Jax shrugged at you.

"It's no problem Darlin."

You waddled over to the bed and flopped down, stomach first, Jax could see you trying to adjust to get comfortable.

"You right there y/n." You raised both your arms into the air in a shrug.

"Do you like my dress?" Jax was too confused to respond right away.

"I spent the last few weeks making it, it has pockets! You shoved your hands into them as best you could while lying on your stomach.

"Where's this coming for gorgeous?" you watched you smile sadly, more to yourself than him.

"I was invited to a really fancy party at the observatory, they only hand out like 50 tickets, my date wasn't as nice as I thought he'd be." You were talking like Jax wasn't even there.

"He was my plus one and not the other way around, and he had the gall to......."

You buried your face in his pillow, Jax was sitting on the bed next to you now, looking at you intently.

"I even painted my nails." You jutted your hand out to show them, your nails were still short but they had stars and black spaces dotted over them.

"Tickets to this thing are like thousands of dollars a go, being invited is a serious privilege. I had planned to spend the night in the telescope room but he was so mean that I didn't get the chance." Jax was getting really worried now, he was unsure if you were about to tell him something horrible.

"When he picked me up he didn't say anything, he just looked me up and down. And then when we were getting ready to leave he...." Jax put a hand on your upper back.

"What did he do?" he tried to keep himself calm.

"He got this look on his face and said, 'I would have at least thought you had the class to cover up your deformities. You look like a two-dollar whore in a two thousand dollar dress.' I didn't know what to say so I just left." Jax looked over you, he didn't see it at all, not even a little.

"Don't listen to him y/n, he's a stupid fuck." You looked at him like you knew he was lying to you.

"I know I'm not the warmest person but I do have feelings. I just wanted to put on a nice dress and dance to some nice music. But I don't fit, he didn't want to dance with me because he knew it would make him look.... common." You looked like you were trying not to cry.

"I sometimes think I'm an alien sent to observe humans before my people eventually come back to collect me. Like don't fit anywhere, and I know I don't fit here; I know what people say about me, I'm not an idiot." Jax's heart was breaking, it was taking effort not to start crying.

"I'll dance with you." You lifted your head and looked at him.

"But we don't have music?" He shook his head and held your hand to pull you up.

"Doesn't matter, you put on that lovely dress, and did your hair and put on fancy shoes, you deserve a dance." He put out his hand like a 14th century knight.

"My lady, may I have this dance?" You let him pull you up only to giggle into his chest.

You swayed together, his arms wrapped around you while you crushed yourself into him.

"For what it's worth y/n, if I had been there with you, I wouldn't want to go anywhere near the telescope. Why would I want to look at the stars when I can look at you." He felt you squeeze in tighter.

"You're so cheesy."

Part 8

[substantial-exposure]

Now or Never

Part one: The Long Game.

Warning: underage drinking, swearing, emetophobia warning, I can't think of anything else

As Tulip pulled up outside Jade's house to pick up the last girl she got out of the car to go to the front door. Despite it being December Tulip was in a black velvet crop top and jeans that had been ripped to hell and back.

She shivered as she walked up to doors of the Art house. She knocked on the door fully expecting Angelica to open the door. Instead was faced with Jade. It was a welcome surprise.

"Aren't you freezing?" Jade asked, throwing her yellow hoodie over her own party outfit.

"You know that I am" the girl laughed and looked to the mirror that was fixed to the wall. Tulip continued to mess with her hair, still trying to figure out how she wanted it styled.

"Here I'm just putting on my forces then we can go" Jade said going to the shoe cubby and grabbing her sneakers.

"Ali and Lorraine are waiting in the car, I'm so ready to get fucked up tonight" Tulip smirked to herself in the mirror as she continued to hyper-analyse her entire face. "I got your peach crown in the car by the way. Greta's selection is never that good" she muttered

"Yeah we learned that last time" Jade chuckled and patted herself down making sure she had her keys and a little bit of cash just in case of anything.

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The four girls arrived at the party, immediately ready to wreak their havoc. Jade seemed to go first in greeting any familiar face she saw. Which happened to be everyone.

Tulip surveyed the room and pulled one of her flasks out from her pocket. She turned back to Lorraine and handed it to her. "Hey Laney, This is Jade's. Can you go run it to her please" she asked gently holding it out to her.

Lorraine took it and went. Ali however followed behind Tulip as they reached the kitchen that seemed to be filled to the brim with drinks. Nothing seemingly that good but drinks none the less.

"Get me a rum and coke?" Ali asked behind her, trying to make sure she was heard over the loud music.

Tulip nodded frantically and grabbed two cups. She moved past the kids who parted ways upon her arrival. Apparently she still had her touch. The girl cracked open a can of coke and took the large bottle from off the counter. She filled it with about two full shots worth of rum and then filled it to the brim with coke.

Then she began mixing her own drink and heading out to the floor with Ali. As the two made their way to dance floor it seemed as if things went downhill.

"T." Ali said worriedly.

Tulip put down her cup and looked at her confused. That tone didn't mean anything good. "What? What is it?" She asked.

"I don't wanna ruin your night but your old friends are here." Ali said pulling her close and saying it into her ear. Ali pulled back and watched Tulips face wondering what the new plan was. Ali hadn't taken a sip yet she was still sober and could drive home if that was what she wanted. She didn't want a brawl or any issues that night. But that wasn't up to her.

Tulip squared her jaw and thought for a moment. She'd made up her mind. "We're staying" she said flatly.

Ali raised her brows in question, second guessing the decision. "Speak now of forever hold your peace. I won't be sober in two minutes" she warned one last time and Tulip looked at her with a raised brow.

"I made you the fucking drink" Tulip said looking down. "Drink it, you're good. What's he gonna do? Try and fight me drunk?" She joked and watched as Ali began to drink. Tulip took a quick look around to try and find Jade and Lorraine.

Ali looked at Tulip and made an offhand compliment. "Your eyeliner looks good"

"Thank god" Tulip said, her shoulders relaxed for a second. She was filled to the brim with relief. "I spent over an hour on it" she confessed laughing slightly and taking another sip of her drink. She went back to looking for Lorraine and Jade. Her eyes scanned over the crowd once more, moving so fast she didn't register a familiar face until after the fact and ended up doing a double take.

There was guy, he looked so familiar and yet she couldn't place it. She seemed to of forgotten him from early that afternoon, or the fact he'd transferred to her school four months ago. She knew that face but couldn't place it. They locked eyes for one second too long and Tulip took a deep breath. She took a few large sips of her drink. Jesus Christ.

Tulip went about her business and enjoyed a night out with her friends. After about an hour and several drinks later she stumbled her way towards the back door. After the remnants of her old friend group came closer she left. She backed away. She backed up right into the body of someone else.

She turned around, a look in her eyes that screamed that he should run. And then her gaze shifted. It was that boy again.

"I'm sorry" Martin apologised quickly. "That was my mistake I hadn't realized where I was going" he said quietly.

Tulip stood with her feet flat on the floor and looked to the boy, still trying to place where she new him. "Yeah it's whatever" she muttered, now looking around for anyone she might know.

"You changed your necklace" he pointed out staring down to her chest where the pendant laid against her skin.

"Huh?" She asked looking over his features again. Then she put the pieces together. "Did you- I'm sorry. Did you come into Freese's today?" She asked him

"Ugh yeah! You checked me out actually, you said you made your own necklaces. Did you make that one too?" Martin asked gesturing to her neck.

Tulip blinked dumbly and his words registered a few moments later. "Yeah I did!" She said grabbing onto it and moving it along the chain. "I only really just started. I don't really dress or act like it but I've recently been really into fashion and all that stuff" she nodded gently and looked to him.

Martin looked to her outfit and to her face. She was drunk, he thought. Not as drunk as the day they had first met but still. "I think you look great" the boy complimented.

Tulip was too drunk to realize that his gaze lingered on her cleavage for a moment too long to be casual.

"Thank you!" She said with a smile. Tulip looked to the boys empty hands. "You drink anything yet?" she asked.

Martin blinked quickly as if it would help his brain work and register her words in the loud room. "What?" He asked leaning closer towards her face, he could feel her breath on his cheek as she asked him again.

"Did you drink anything yet?"

"No I haven't" he confessed and watched as she momentarily gazed around the room and grabbed onto his wrist. Martin felt his heart begin to pound as she dragged him towards the kitchen.

Simply grabbing a beer from the cooler on the floor Tulip angled it against the marbled counter top and slammed the bottle down. With a harsh scratch now etched into the marble the bottle lid was off and Martin stared, equally traumatized and in awe.

"Here" she said casually handing it to him. "So you know anyone here?" Tulip asked finishing the last of her own drink.

"Oh... Victor invited me" he said and brought the beer to his lips. He had to act like he didn't know the affect that statement would have on her.

"Victor Criss?" She asked

"Yep, the blonde guy? On the baseball team? 89 miles per hour pitch. Whole schools been talking about him" Martin listed off acting as Tulip actually needed the clarification.

She held back an eye roll. "Yeah he's my science partner..." she muttered

Martin took a deep breath at that like. Oh. He definitely hadn't known that.

"Yeah but I haven't seen him around much. He's pretty busy with his other friends." Martin confessed and looked to Tulip who's attention seemed to drift off to the other side of the room.

"I wouldn't know" Tulip mumbled. She hadn't hung out with Victor in months. Even after she left the group he invited her to his party to try and smooth things back over. She had stood him up.

Martin watched her cold grey eyes stare off behind him. Her eyes were a startling contrast to her dark black hair. She'd dyed it when she got off work that day. He could tell. Her brown roots weren't visible anymore. He looked down to the empty drink in her hand. "Why don't you get a refill? I can grab one for you if you want." He offered

"No-" she said quickly. Her attention now fully on the boy present. Tulip wasn't stupid enough to drink something she hadn't made herself. "I got it I'll be right back." She said slipping past two kids and back towards the wall of liquor.

She returned moments later and took a rather large gulp. As she walked back to Martin she felt two hands land on her shoulders, she nearly screamed. Then she heard Lorraine's voice in her ear.

"Tulip! Oh my god!" She yelled, a smile spread across the brunettes face. "It's been hours! Where have you been!" She laughed.

Martin looked between the two girls. The brunette was Lorraine Finley. She moved to Derry last year after her sister died and her dad decided they needed a change of scenery. He knew who she was.

"Oh shit I didn't mean to interrupt" Lorraine said as she took notice of Martin. Thinking Tulip was busy with him, Lorraine didn't want to be the one to cockblock.

The two talked some more and eventually Jade had glued herself to Tulips side, joining in on the conversation. Jaden Art had quite the tragic backstory. Moved to Derry two months ago after the horrific murder of her parents and forced to live with her aunt. She joined Tulips makeshift girl group just about a week after she moved in. But just by looking into each of their eyes it was easy for Martin to tell they were both hammered.

He'd just watched Jade successfully convince Tulip to start chugging a bottle of D'usse. He couldn't help but watch, in his own inebriated mind his thoughts drifted to all the things he could do. He'd never dare act on them. However the thought of just taking her upstairs did cross his mind more than once. She was mesmerising. He wanted her more than anything.

Tulip had maybe a third left of the bottle when she gave up and held it out for whoever wanted to finish it. Jade plucked it from her palm and chugged the rest while people cheered for them.

That was when things took a change for the worst. A tall boy walked right up along Tulip, his brown hair curled as if he'd just showered. 'He definitely did' Martin thought to himself. He watched as this tall skinny guy placed his hands along her hips and kiss her cheek with a big smile. Peter Gordon finally showed up.

This wasn't her boyfriend from the last party either. Reginald Huggins was on the other side of the house getting shit faced alongside Patrick Hockstetter. This was her new boyfriend. So he removed himself from the area and went to stand outside. It was getting uncomfortably warm. Martin could feel his heart rate rising

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It had been an hour now and things seemed to be going smoothly for just about everyone but Martin.

Peter had maneuvered his way to a table with some of his other guy friends, they were doing shots back to back. Each of them trying to keep up with others to out drink the rest. However Martin was occupied on watching as Tulip and Jade stood together barely able to stand upright.

"Jade... Jade" the girl said tapping the side of her friends arm hurriedly. "Beer pong. We're playing come on" Tulips hand wrapped around Jades wrist and pulled her towards the table.

Jade followed happily. A grin spread across her face.

As the two girls stood before the table and drunk enough to already make some bad choices they helped get ready for the game. Jade raised her hands above her head and tied her Afro back into a cute puffball atop her head. She was so ready for this.

As Tulip and Jade finished filling all their cups, two shadows came to wash over them.

A deep and familiar voice spoke from across the table. "Mind if we play the first round." Henry said, cocky as ever. "You don't mind... do you T?" He asked. Fully aware that he was getting under her skin.

Tulip took a deep and stepped towards the two boys. She held her hand out to Henry for a handshake. "Alright then, Hank." She replied. "fill your cups." She stated flatly

"Pssshh" Jade said moving her hands as if smacking something out of the way. "Fuck that shit. You guys are going down!" She slurred, the grin present on her face was a rare one.

Martin watched intently. This was a make or break situation. He couldn't let her go back to her old friends. He was so close. They couldn't ruin it for him now.

Tulips eyes looked before her to Henry and Patrick. She was sedated with the alcohol but she felt like this was gonna end poorly. She wasn't sure why but she had the feeling that someone would end up in the hospital that night.

Whether it be due to her liver or a fight that had yet to take place she knew something was going to happen. But as she watched the boys fill their cups she looked at Jade. Waiting for the moment to start.

Martin watched on as the game started. From what he could tell there was a lot of talking. He could read their lips and hear the insults and swears but everyone seemed to be smiling.

Tulip threw a ping pong ball and watched it ricochet and bounce off the table. She groaned and threw her head back. Patrick and Henry each laughed, red in the face from the drinks and from the mess they just witnessed.

"What the hell was that!" Patrick laughed.

"Tulip what the actual fuck even was that" Henry echoed. Both boys seemed to be enjoying themselves. Their tone didn't come off as condescending. It was just fun banter during the game.

Then Henry took his turn and the laugh that tore from Tulip and Jades lips was loud.

Tulip had caught the ball in her palm as it bounced off the table and almost hit the floor. "Bro what even was that?" She laughed. "Tap out. Nah, no. He's done. Switch him out-" she called loudly to the crowd that had circled them. She pointed off towards the kitchen where Victor Criss could be seen nursing a bottle of grey goose.

"Let the skinny guy go next" Jade said gesturing to Patrick. He sent a shiver up her spine. He freaked her out to no end. Jade could never really believe Tulip when she would say that was her old best friend.

It was still Jade's turn however. She carefully took the ping pong ball into her hand and made her shot, dead center she hit the cup and watched as Henry picked up and chugged it.

"There we go!" Tulip cheered and placed a hand on Jades shoulder. The girls high-fived and leaned onto each other for support.

The game continued until only one cup remained on the girls side and a four remained on the boys. It wasn't looking too good. And with Patrick's final turn he took a shaking breath and tossed the ball, bouncing it off the table and landing it in the cup. The crowd around them arose in cheers.

Tulip took her drink in defeat. She went to go walk up to the boys and tell them good game. She was a good sport after all. But before she would make it two steps, she was tripping over her own two feet and stumbling. She was absolutely plastered

Despite all the hardships and the brutal falling out the group had shared Patrick and Henry both found themselves taking a step forward to help her up. For a split moment they had forgotten everything. They'd just spent forty minutes with her playing beer pong like it was old times. They'd watched her laugh and scream and smile like nothing happened between them.

Jade was the one to grab Tulip before she could hit the floor. And before she knew it Ali was there too helping her to her feet.

"Okay girl you're alright" Jade said once her and Ali got the girl to her feet. Jade stumbled with her away towards the kitchen.

Martin had watched this all transpire. God how he wanted to be the one who caught her when she fell. But then he overheard the two boys talking. Henry and Patrick were talking about her, so of course he was going to eavesdrop.

"She still work at Freese's?" Henry asked.

"Think so... why?" Patrick asked

Henry let out a scoff and looked at the taller male. "She might be the dumbest bitch I've ever met. She opens every Sunday morning." Henry snickered.

Martin found himself happy with that information. She was working tomorrow.

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The party was coming down to a close and Martin was following a frantic Tulip loosely down the hall as she made her way towards the bathroom. He wasn't sure what his plan was but he just wanted to hear her voice again. He wanted to hear her say his name again. He was still in awe of actually talking to her again.

Martin felt his heart beat rise as he neared closer, this was his chance! A chance to do what he wasn't entirely sure then all of the sudden, just like that, it sank in his chest. He was only feet away from the bathroom door when a blonde cut in from the other connecting. He seemed to rush in after her.

Martin had been watching Tulip all night and he hadn't seen this kid once. But it was just as the boy turned around to shut the bathroom door in a panic did he realize. It was Victor Criss.

He would of loved to say that his anger subsided knowing that it was Vic. But Victor was still part of the Bowers Gang and he was still a liability. And apparently he was Tulips lab partner. It was only natural for him to worry.

Inside the bathroom however, Tulip immediately crashed to her knees and lifted up the top of the toilet seat. Her vision began to spin and blur as she began to vomit.

Vic let out a groan in sympathy. He squatted down beside her at the toilet. His hand coming to the top of her head and pulling back the hair at the front of her face. He'd been in this situation with her enough times to forget the specifics. It still felt like muscle memory.

He sat at her side, gently he picked up one of her wrists and dug a hair tie out of all the bracelets she wore. He pulled her hair back and tied it off.

Vic casually stood up and went to the closet rack inside the bathroom he took one and brought it down to Tulip. He went to the sink and grabbed one of the paper cups and filled it with water. Vic returned to her side with the towel and water cup. His free hand he rubbed comforting circles into her back.

The first wave passed and Tulip pulled away from the toilet seat and flushed away the contents of her stomach. She fell back against the wall groaning out in pain and discomfort.

"You're gonna be fucked tomorrow" Vic muttered scooting over infront of her on the floor. He held out the towel and watched as she wiped at her mouth. Then he handed her the water cup.

Besides the fact that she was delirious Tulip hadn't even realized it was Vic in the bathroom with her. "Oh shit" she muttered, her head still spinning.

Vic looked into her eyes and saw the way her pupils shook. She was beyond fucked. "Hey... how ya feeling?" He asked handing over the water cup. "Don't drink it just rinse" he muttered. He watched as she did just so. She spit out the water and made a disgusted face.

She went to stand up and throw out the cup. Immediately Vic was on his feet before her and trying to convince her to sit back down. "Tulip give it me I'll toss it" he said quickly watching over her face. It was as he suspected, he could see it in her face.

The second wave was coming. She was back before the toilet in seconds. Vic let out a deep sigh and tossed the paper cup in the direction of the garbage can. He remained at her side until she was done. By now there was nothing left for her to throw up. Now grabbing two cups, another water cup, and one of whatever mouthwash was available, Vic handed it to her one at a time. He watched her hold her head as she rinsed one more time. She curled up into herself beside the bathtub. She sat there with her knees pulled to her chest.

"Thanks Vic" she muttered. Looking up to him. The two necklaces around his throat, the jacket his mom bought him two years ago that he never wore because it made him look gaudy. He looked nice. Expensive even. Tulip stared at his attire for a moment longer. Oh my god he was leaving the party. He'd been on his way out when he came in here.

Vic had full intent of leaving this party and instead chose to sit here and rub her back and tend to her for thirty minutes. They weren't even friends anymore. Why was he here, she thought to herself.

"I saw you and that new girl chugging that bottle of D'usse... I knew I was gonna be in here with you at some point" Vic tried to joke and just watched as Tulip groaned and held her head. No doubt the headache had kicked in. "You okay to walk? If not I can go grab Pete, last I saw him he was downstairs talking about the Ramones. You fucked him up bad" Vic joked and shook his head. "You did a number on him" he muttered and then the line that came after...well. Tulip wasn't in the right state to answer. "You did a number on all of us"

If Tulip wasn't in the state she was in she would if blown up at him. But she could barely keep her head up without it pounding. "Shut up Vic" she grumbled. Now wasn't the time for him to trying to have this conversation.

"Why didn't you come?" He asked hands deep in his jacket pockets as he looked down at her:

He looked threatening at a glance. But Tulip knew him, even in this state the worst he could do was speak loud enough to make her head spin. "I said stop talking" she grumbled. If she was sober and in her right mind she'd of started screaming at him. She'd of started throwing punches by now. The balls it took to ask her that question. It was unreal.

"I want a fucking answer Tulip. I deserve atleast that" he said, his chin held high. It looked as if Victor was holding himself together piece by piece. Most people would believe him, most did. He put a lot of work into this charade. But Tulip knew him long enough to not believe it. He seemed to just be fed up at the moment. "There's a lot of other things I could be doing right now. But I'm here" he grumbled. He looked down to his watch. "It's two in goddamn morning" he stated as he took a deep breath.

He spoke again. "You're here tonight. You know we waited all night for you." He said bitterly, looking down at her. "Reggie waited all night for you while his girl was in the next room. I invited you to that party. I had everything you could want. I made sure of it" he said taking a deep breath trying to keep himself calm. "I got Pat to have that band you like come and play! I hand picked their fucking set list! We waited all fucking night for you! Okay, where the fuck were you?" He asked angrily. He sounded like he was on the edge of a breakdown by his last sentence, almost about to cry.

"I was at Peters. I thought you were gonna fucking jump me or something... alright? You happy?" She said holding onto her head as she spoke. Groaning, the girl rose to her feet. The world spun and she felt dizzy, like she hadn't taken her medicine in days or her iron was low. She held tightly onto the door frame to keep herself upright. "Go home Vic. What are you even doing here?" She said dismissively and scoffed as she opened the door and walked out.

Sure enough Martins head whipped around the second the door opened and Tulip re-emerged. She was stumbling and he was beyond ready to be her knight in shining armor.

Martin spoke up, acting like he was waiting to use the bathroom. He grabbed onto her stumbling form, keeping her upright.

"Hey! Are you alright" he asked, full of concern. The way she looked at him sent a shiver down his spine. It was like she was looking through him.

"Oh shit, hey." She said rubbing the side of her nose. It took a second for her to register who it was before her, holding her upright. It was that kid she was chilling with earlier. That Martin kid.

"Are you alright? You don't look so well..." he pointed out, worry graced his features.

Tulip looked at him, seemingly unimpressed. "Gee thanks" she grumbled holding her head and looking around for any of the girls or her boyfriend.

Martin felt himself grow warm. Oh no. Oh fuck. He'd fucked up. Or at the very least he thought he did. "I didn't mean it like that! You just look a little sick is all? Are you okay?" His voice grew quieter as he spoke. In his panic he nearly yelled his first statement and he saw her wince at the noise.

"I just puked so..." Tulip said, she had no intention of finishing the statement. She held up her hand with her pinky and thumb extended giving the shaka sign.

Martin looked down. Oh.

"Do you need a ride? I can drive. My bikes down the street..." he offered looking at the girl. She looked absolutely defeated after whatever happened in the bathroom. He heard the door open and caught the slightest glimpse of Vic slipping out and exiting the way he came. He made sure to avoid them completely. In his rage he made his exit.

Tulip nodded. "my DD should be here somewhere. I'll be fine." She nodded. Mostly to convince herself. The thought of searching the house made her want to cry.

"Who was it? I'll see if I can find them..." Martin offered. It pained him to even entertain the idea.

"My boyfriend... Peter Gordon. Tall skinny guy, brown hair, looks like a douchebag from a 50's sitcom..." she said finally stabling herself on her own too feet.

Martin made sure to contain his laughter. Of course he knew what her boyfriend looked like after he had seen him earlier. And your quote on quote designated driver was the farthest thing from sober. "Peter..." Martin echoed and snapped his fingers in thought. "Him, right! He's drunk as all hell in the kitchen. I don't think he's gonna be able to drive anyone anywhere." Martin confessed.

"Fucking fine. You're sober?" She asked with that same stare that seemed to keep Martin glued in place.

"Yeah?" He asked looking around. He's had maybe three beers in total all of those being hours ago and long worn off. He watched as Tulip fished through her pockets.

She pulled out her keys and (rather aggressively if he was being honest) put them into Martins hand. "Fucking fine then you're driving." She said in a huff. "I gotta get the girls" she said looking around to start gathering them.

[littlesniggy]

Helloooooo! I love your writing and was looking forward to the request being opened again🥺 I'm feeling so excited right now!

Hmm, may i ask for a nsfw scenario with ichiji where he says "my face is your throne, come sit on it"?

Have a good day 💗

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! I love writing for Ichiji and I hope you like it! I'm not entirely sure what readers and Ichiji's relationship exactly is but I'd say it's pretty close to being in an actual relationship lol Reader is not royal (and maybe is/has been a servant?) and Ichiji just sticks to to her every chance he gets. I hope you're not mad at me but I changed your quote cause it just fit so perfectly but I can change it if you want! Just send me a message and tell me!! Anyway, please enjoy!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, oral, light slapping, name calling, King x Queen (servant lol)

Pairing: Ichiji x female reader

Word count: 2.4k

With an amused look he watched you order the cooks around, wanting everything to be perfect for the big day. He’d usually never even dream of lowering himself to coming down here but the whispering of the servants left him curious and he was surprised to actually see you invest so much time and effort into something so trivial and stupid like a birthday – of all the things you could’ve chosen to invest time in it was a birthday! He found it ridiculous.

“Instead of grinning so smugly you could help too!” you demanded, putting your hands on your hips. Ichiji raised an eyebrow in enjoyment, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Help?” he asked, voice sounding cocky. “Nah, that’s peasant’s work. But I guess you feel right at home here, don’t you, Y/n?” He was testing you but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting flustered.

“And what if I do?” you retorted, crossing your arms as well, taking up the challenge. The man snickered, the grin not leaving his face. “Serf stays serf, amirite?” his voice dropped an octave, knowing he hit a nerve but not giving a shit at all. You grinded your teeth, breathed in and out of your nose deeply before putting on a fake smile.

“Guess so. Got a problem with it?” He knew he got you and one more word could push you over the edge but he weighed his options and came to the conclusion that you being in a bad mood was not worth the fun. “See you later then, Y/n. Don’t overexert yourself down here. Father’s party is about to start in an hour and I want you to take a shower before you show yourself. Just cuz you like hanging around the servants you don’t need to look like one.” And with that, he left.

You watched him leave; once he was gone, the anger hit you and you let out an angry screech. “Bastard!” you yelled after him before turning back to the cooks who were all standing there petrified at this encounter. Nobody dared to talk to him like that and live. Understandably, they had no idea how to behave.

“What are you looking at?! Get back to work!”

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Judge’s birthday was as boring as you had expected – until the drinking came! You knew Ichiji and his siblings wouldn’t get drunk but all these high-profile people that had been invited sure as hell did. You weren’t particularly fond of the Vinsmoke leader but it was always good to be on his good side; especially since he was the one who let you stay here. Ichiji would kick you off this kingdom if his father told him to.

You were standing on the side line, a drink in your hand but still sober. After all, this was still your first and you never intended on getting drunk yourself. Niji and Yonji were drinking two other princes under the table, mocking them for being so weak. Barely dressed ladies kept serving alcohol, being subject to a lot of maybe wanted or unwanted attention, you didn’t know but either way they knew what they were getting into.

“This party is quite the success. You’re gonna stay to clean up after everyone, too, servant?” you heard Ichiji’s voice next to you and were surprised to see him lean casually against the wall, a mug of beer in his hand. “And if I did?” you questioned, turning your whole body towards him, getting closer and leaning your body against his, looking up at him suggestively. “Are you gonna punish me?”

Ichiji’s smirk grew wider, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently stroking it. “Depends….” He said, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “On what?” you whispered, putting his thumb between your lips, lightly sucking on the digit while never breaking eye contact.

“If you do a good job or not. Can’t have a sloppy maid now, can I?” he replied, enjoying the way your sucked in his finger with your mouth. “Guess you can’t. But I guess I’m more of a queen material anyway, right?” you started moving your head back and forth slowly, tasting the salt on his skin. “Queen material?” he chuckled, pulling his thumb out of your wet cave. “You’re not even close to being a princess. So what makes you think you can be a queen?” he smeared your saliva on your cheek, awaiting your response.

“Well…and the reason for that is that you’ve never actually taught me how to be a proper queen in the first place. So I’d say it’s actually your fault, isn’t it?” you bit your bottom lip, loving the way you two went back and forth until one of you won. Or landed in bed.

“Is that so? Then I guess I have to teach you.”

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“I’m not expert but I think this is not how a queen behaves….” You said, looking up at Ichiji not overly excited about your position. You had your hands were folded on your naked lap, your bare breasts being on full display for him to look at. When you were thinking about him giving you “lessons” about being a queen, you had the slight hope he would actually let you command him around but you should’ve known better.

“Before you can be a queen, you need to learn how to listen to your king first, Y/n.” he said with a smug grin on his face, sitting in front of you on the bed, you between his spread legs like a good servant, not a queen. “Well, what does my king want?” you asked, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Your king wants you to please him, like the good little slut you usually are for him.” He purred. “And how does my king wish to be pleased?” you insisted, already knowing the answer. You saw a slight twitch in his pants to your words, getting hard by you being so submissive to him. Why haven’t you done this before? Master and slave, or if you wanted to insist king and “queen”, was really doing it for him. And you two haven’t even really started yet.

“Why don’t you start by opening my pants? You need to serve your king, remember? And undressing him is part of this.” He answered, watching how you got up with a small grin on your lips, starting to undress him completely. He had to get up for you to remove his pants but when you were done, you sat back down between your legs, looking up at him with big eyes.

You tried to ignore his member practically poking your face and instead focus on his face. “You may worship my body.” He allowed you with this condescending tone and shit eating grin but it turned you on. To be honest, this position had you even more excited than originally expected. His harsh eyes boring into you, devouring every inch of your naked body, leaving a hot prickle on your skin.

Your hands started moving up his calved, your face leaning in to kiss the skin of his legs up, over his knees and to his thighs. Your palms came up with your head, rubbing the sensitive skin on his inner thighs, seeing how he got light goosebumps at your touch. His member twitched a little, bobbing up and down in front of your face but you didn’t pay it attention just yet.

Your lips kissed his thighs, your teeth lightly scratching over the flesh before you moved further up to his hip bone, nibbling on it while your hands felt his abs, tracing each pack carefully, feeling how his muscles flexed underneath your touch. His dick brushed against your cheek when you started kissing his stomach as well, his pre-cum leaving a hot and wet mark on your skin.

Your pussy started to get wetter at the short contact, already anticipating the moment it could wrap around him and clench him until he was dry. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, wanted to give yourself some pleasure as well but, in order to be a good queen, you needed to put his needs above your own (for now at least).

Your lips moved down again, kissing the junction of his lower abdomen and dick, his member pressed flush against your cheek while you did. You moved one hand to the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around him and letting your thumb circle the soft skin of his dick. You wanted to hear him sigh at this contact but you were left disappointed. He never gave you the satisfaction of letting you see how good you made him feel.

“May I kiss your dick, my king?” you asked, looking back up at him again, waiting for permission. His dick twitched once again at your words, the grin growing even wider if that was even possible. “You may.” He allowed, watching how you slowly kissed his member with little butterfly kisses up and down.

“It’s so perfect, my king.” You praised him. Another twitch. “I wonder what it tastes like.” Even though you knew what he tasted like you enjoyed how his dick twitched with each word, betraying his otherwise aloof behavior. He was a human being with a good sex drive, after all. His father apparently didn’t wipe out all of his emotions.

“You can give it a try.” He suggested. “Thank you.” Your mouth wrapped around the hot head, followed by a long and deep suck, eliciting a small grown from him. Finally, you thought satisfied. You let your tongue twirl around the tip, first slowly, then fast, then back to slowly. The pre-cum started coming out more frequently, being eagerly licked up by your tongue and swallowed.

“How eager you are to please your king. Maybe I can make a good queen out of you after all. But first, you need to put in a little more effort. I think you can fit more of me into your mouth, can’t you?” he asked. As a response, you started taking him in deeper and deeper, feeling how his big member filled your mouth to the brim before taking him down your throat, swallowing him to the base. Now it was your turn to grown at this feeling, the vibration stimulating him in return. “That’s right, Y/n. Just like that.” He praised, voice sounding a little strained.

You let his dick glide out your mouth again, sucking on his tip before taking him in deep into your mouth once more, this time only until his tip brushed against the back of your throat. With that, you started to bob your head forth and back in a steady pace, your hands moving in tandem with your mouth, giving him as much pleasure as possible.

You twisted your hand, varying the pressure of your hand around his shaft; your second hand came up to his balls, fondling them in your palm or squeezing lightly. You put in all your effort into pleasing him while your own arousal was dripping to the floor by now. Every time you took him in, tasted his pre-cum, made him twitch your core send up electric impulses through your body, begging to be pleased as well.

“Do you like my dick?” your heard him ask. A quick look up at his face told him you certainly did, hallowing your cheeks to suck at him again before bobbing your head repeatedly.

When you let him slip out of your mouth, you didn’t give him time to complain or reprimand you; you took your breasts and put them around his dick, starting to move them up and down, your eyes finding his anew. “Do you like this, my king?” you asked innocently, wiggling your breasts between your hands, creating a sight he simply couldn’t resist.

“I would be a fool if I didn’t.” he replied, watching how your tits moved around his dick. You lowered your head, letting your tongue flicker over the mushroom head every time it appeared, licking up his arousal once more. Your fingers started twisting your nipples, finally giving you some pleasure even though it was not the desired spot.

“Damn, Y/n. Pleasuring yourself? I thought I’ve told your that you should put my needs above your own…” he scolded you in amusement, loving the sight of your twisting your nipples while you gave him a tit job.

“I’ve been thinking….my job as your queen is to serve you but….what’s the king’s obligation towards his queen?” you asked, continuously moving around him. Ichiji huffed, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“If you have time to think and ask silly questions while your entire focus should be on pleasing me then I guess I was a little hasty in praising you.” He whispered in a deep tone, this bass resonating in your own body.

You bit your lip at his words but didn’t stop your movements; your fingers pinched your nipples hard, making you pant in response. “Maybe that’s because I need your help, my king.” You whispered back, rubbing your thighs together. “I’ve been dripping ever since I started to touch you, my king. Your body has just this effect on me…” you praised him, thinking it will increase your chances of him finally giving you pleasure as well.

Ichiji chuckled at your words and let go of your chin, instead tracing your cheek with his finger. “Is that so?” he asked curiously. “Of course, my king. I’m craving your body.” You kept going, looking him deep into his eyes. “Pathetic.” He purred, making you stop dead in your tracks at his words. What?

“You want to be a queen yet you act like the servant you’ve always been and always will be.” He grabbed your hair and pulled you on your feet, pulling your face close to his.

“But you-“

“- said I would teach you how to be a queen? I did. But the moment I told you to undress and get on your knees you should’ve fought back. Cuz that’s what queens do….”

“You damn bastard, you set me up!”

“I did. But I can’t say I didn’t like what you did. So, as the graceful and just king that I am, I’m gonna make you an offer.” His hand let go of your hair and instead pulled you onto his lab by your hips.

“Since you wanna be a queen so badly, why don’t you sit your dripping pussy down on my face? Cuz that’s the only throne you’ll be sitting on tonight.”

[rebeccccccaaa]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇʀᴅ ⓟⓐⓡⓣ ②

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ғʀᴀᴛʙᴏʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x sʜʏ-ɪsʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴜ (ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your  grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: cw: talking about a car accident and infertility

smut 18+  (praise kink, dirty talk, oral fem receiving, hair pulling, marking, choking, slight spanking if you squint, slight bondage), major aftercare, fluff? This is pretty filthy lmao. 

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟺.𝟹 ᴋ (ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪs ɪs sᴏᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ!)

ᴀ/ɴ: Thank you so much for all the love in the last part! I was truly expecting maybe about 20 likes but so far its gotten over 100! Thank you for being so nice to me on my first ever post and hope you enjoy part 2!

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For the next two or so weeks you avoid Bucky like the bubonic plague. You didn’t exactly hate the fact that he kissed, but he was your tutor. Isn’t that inappropriate? Let alone him being a part of a frat house. It wouldn’t be a good mix.

One good thing though is that your overall grade in class has gone up since your tutor sessions with Bucky so at least it wasn’t for nothing. He’s tried to talk to you in class a couple times when you didn't go to him but ended up giving up when you began showing up right when class started or going out of your way to even go near him. 

Again, you didn’t hate him; hell you weren’t mad anymore, but you still avoided at all costs. It’s totally not because you're scared you’ll actually fall for him. How could someone like Bucky even look your way? Maybe he just wanted to get into your pants like all the boys in the house.

You didn’t tell Natasha that Bucky kissed but she could definitely tell that something was up. You were usually at Bucky’s frat house on weekdays but you’ve been canceling sessions every night since the incident. 

One night you were studying alone in your apartment and Natasha was pacing around on her phone. She was dressed to go to a frat party tonight but it seems maybe her ride isn’t available. You wonder why she can’t herself when she has a car.

“Hey Y/n,” Nat crept up to you.

“Yes,” you drew out.

“Would maybe, possibly, perhaps, might be able to be my DD?” she asked.

“Your what?”

“My designated driver. Wanda has a family emergency; her and her brother flew out like an hour ago and I haven’t been able to find anyone to pick me up.”

“I can drop you off and pick you up,” you offered. You’d rather stay up late in case she wants to come home than stay at the party all night, especially if she finds another bed to stay in till morning. 

“I mean you could do that but would it be more fun to actually party for once. Come on babe you’re too uptight, you need to have fun especially with how hard you’re working in school right now.”

“Nat, you know that’s not my scene.”

“Just stay with me. Or Bucky I’m sure he wouldn’t mind hanging with you tonight,” she suggestively, bringing confusion to your face.

“Huh?”

“Oh nothing Just come with me please? If it gets too much text me and I’ll let you know if I need a ride back home.”

“Actually?” you asked.

“Pinky promise.”

“Ok give me like 5 mins.”

You ran to your  room and picked out an outfit you felt sexy but comfortable in; I mean if you were going to inevitably run into Bucky at this party might as well look presentable right? When you came out ready, Nat whistled, hyping you up and felt your face heat up a bit. 

“Stop, let’s just go,” you averted.

You arrived at the house music booming from down the street. People outside drinking from red solo cups, cars already picking up drunks and dropping people off to get said drunk. You hastily parked the car and Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you close as you guys walked to the party. You weren’t going to lie, you were really nervous.

You heard stories about these parties but you were trying to convince yourself that they may be exaggerated somewhat but still didn’t do much for your nerves. When you walked you eyes almost immediately locked with Bucky’s. To say he was shocked to see you at a frat party was for sure an understatement.

Bucky began to move through the crowd to meet up with you but when he got to the entrance it was like you disappeared. Disappointed, he returned to the mini bar where the drinks were all held, where Steve served the drinks. Asked for a beer.

“How’s it going, man?” Steve asked.

“She’s here.”

“Nat? I really think there's something between us. I’m thinking about asking her on a proper date you know?”

“Really? That’s awesome, but I’m talking ‘bout Y/n,” Bucky clarified.

“What? I thought she hated parties.” 

“I did too.”

As if on queue, you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“Hi.”

“Hey, what on earth are you doing here?”

“Nat needed a designated driver and Wanda and her brother are out of town.”

“Yeah Pietro lives here in the house, Steve drove him and Wanda to the airport a couple hours ago.”

You nodded your head and things got awkward again, but then again what’s new with that.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“I can’t drink.”

“Oh right. Do we have soda?”

“We coke for the rum but you can take a can.”

“Thanks Steve,” you took a can of coke from him. 

You and Bucky and Steve all held wholesome conversation for a little  bit then Nat came and whisked him away. Bucky was put on bar duty from then on and you decided to keep him company until Nat was ready to go home. But so far from the way Steve and her were dancing together you didn’t think Nat was gonna wanna go home.

You asked Bucky how long Steve and Nat have had their little thing and apparently it’s been going on for awhile. You had sneaking suspicion that they were together in some way but since Nat never brought it up you didn’t want to bug her. It was pretty easy to figure out though considering she didn’t come home some nights.

They’re good together though and you hope they make it official soon.

Talking to Bucky, you felt a hand brush against but when you looked no one was there. You figured it was just getting crowded. After a couple of hours you decided to text Nat to see where she was. When she didn’t respond, you took it upon yourself to call her.

“Nat where did you go?”

“I'm in the car,” she slurred.

“What! You can’t be driving! How did you even get the keys?” you yelled.

“I snatched them from you when you and Bucky were flirting with each other. Steve couldn’t  find his keys so I took yours,” she shouted into the phone.

“When did you- whatever, is he sober?” you asked.

“Yeah and I am not even that dru-,” she hiccuped. 

“Nat…” you warned. 

“Steve is my boyfriend and we’re clean. I’ll be safe; it’s not like I can have kids anyway.”

“Nat.” When you moved in together at the beginning of the year, you noticed one time her grabbing her lower stomach in discomfort and offered her any products for her period. She told you she doesn’t get one and being the dumbass you are you asked why. She told you when she was a teenager she got into a car accident that caused extreme internal bleeding causing Nat to become infertle. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” you apologized.

“It’s ok babe. If anything you be safe.”

“She can’t see you, babygirl,” you heard Steve say and laughed out loud.

“Oh! I’m winking!” she shouted.

“Oh my god. Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Anyways buh-bye, girly!” she hung up the phone.

“What happened?” Bucky came up behind you. You looked over at the bar and saw Bruce bar-keeping.

“Nat took the fucking car with Steve.”

“Why didn’t he use my car?”

“She said he couldn’t find the keys and I guess it was easier to just steal from me when I wasn’t looking.”

“Wow, ok. Stealth much?”

“Right? She’s like a Russian spy,” you laughed.

“Well, you probably need a ride then,” Bucky brought up.

“I don’t know if I wanna go home knowing Steve is probably gonna be railing her into the next dimension.”

“Yeah, you can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah it’s not a problem. We probably have an air mattress hiding somewhere.”

“Thanks Buck. well since I’m not going anywhere I guess I could have a drink now.”

“What’ll it be?”

You drank a couple beers feeling the alcohol beginning to flow effortlessly through your veins. The music was still booming through the house and you found yourself getting lost to the rhythm. You made your way to where everyone was also dancing and let the music guide your body sensually. 

You didn’t notice it yet but Bucky was staring completely in love with the way you were moving. He’d never seen you in this kind of environment and definitely not in the clothing you were wearing. You looked truly sexy even more so dancing the way you were dancing; like you had control over everything in the world.

You soon felt a pair of hands circle around to your waist instantly knowing who they belong to. Bucky moved his hips snug against your backside perfectly fitting with you. You let your head lean back feeling Bucky breathe against your neck.  

“You driving me crazy, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.

You shivered at his words. 

“Please, let me show you how fucking stunning you are,” he moved his hands towards the front of your hips.

“What?” you turned around. You hadn’t expected Bucky to want to do anything with you.

“I can make you feel so good. You deserve it.”

“Bucky-”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“I do,” you whined as he rubbed his hands against your lower back, pulling you so close.

He kissed you too softly, barely touching your lips, as he grabbed your hands and led to his room upstairs.  

When you reached his room, the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat while your knees went to either side of his thighs. God his thighs. His hands went up your shirt grazing your bare skin with his fingertips as you continued to makeout sloppily. 

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging your shirt.

“Please, yes please.”

Your arms went over your head and Bucky slowly kissed the exposed skin as your shirt inched higher and higher up until he tossed it to the side. The straps of your bra left off shoulders and Bucky continued to kiss any exposed skin on your body. Your hands ran through his hair and you tugged his strands earning a moan in return.

You tugged at his shirt as well and he complied quickly getting rid of his shirt and throwing it to the side. Bucky hands ran over your bottom and you jumped off him nearly ripping your bottoms off your body. You heard bucky chuckled as he too took the opportunity to take his pants off leaving him in boxers and nothing else.

“I want to taste you baby girl,” Bucky bit at your ear.

Your body tensed a bit because although you were not a virgin, you were not that experienced, especially compared to Bucky. 

“Is that ok? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to regret anything, princess. We can stop.”

“No! I don’t want to stop. No one’s just ever wanted to do that, you know,” you whispered feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Oh baby, what kinda shit boys were you with? Let me show how good a woman is supposed to feel, got it?”

You swallowed hard, but nodded of course. 

Bucky picked you up and gently laid you down onto the bed. His hands rubbed your thighs softly and he kissed your stomach ever so softly. He was trying his very hardest to make sure you were comfortable and relaxed as much as possible. Bucky traced the lining of your underwear and looked to you once again to make sure everything was ok by you. You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“Words, baby. I wanna hear you say it,” he whispered, lips against your inner thigh. 

“Bucky,” you whined.

“Come on, baby. Use your words like a big girl,” he snickered.

“Please, touch me, Bucky. I want you to use your mouth on me like you promised.”

“There ya go,” he said pulling your underwear down your legs.

He slowly opened your legs and kissed your inner thigh leaving a dark purple mark for him to see and him only. When he was satisfied with the marks he left on your inner thighs he licked a slow and wet line against your pussy. Your hips instantly bucked into his face and your hands flew to his hair.

You tugged at his hair again and released a grunt from Bucky, the vibrations from his mouth pleasuring you even more. Bucky brought his fingers to your hole and he continued circling his tongue around your clit making you moan and arch your back. 

He entered a finger into you and then another. You were already beginning to feel full from just his fingers alone, you couldn’t wait until he was able to fuck you balls deep. Your orgasm was approaching quicker than you anticipated, your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. Your heels dug into Bucky’s back but he simply continued to eat you out until you finally peaked.

“Bucky!” you shouted his name in pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl. You're my good girl, right?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl. Oh god, I’m cumming,” you moaned.

Bucky helped you ride out your first orgasm of the night completely enamored by your beauty. When you finally came down from you high you reached for Bucky pulling him into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth. You pulled him closer and sat up moving him to sit his back against his headboard.

“I don’t know what I want to do more, return the favor or ride you until my legs shake.”

“You can return the favor another time. Let me see you ride my dick, doll,” Bucky growled. Another time?

You crawled onto Bucky’s lap after he discarded his boxers letting his dick spring up, the tip red from lack of attention. It shocked you if you were being honest, it was so… big. 

“Is that gonna fit?” you asked genuinely.

“Yeah, it will; but if it hurts too much you tell me to stop ok?” you nodded.

Bucky reached behind your back and unclasped your bra only to toss it to wherever the rest of your clothes were. His hands caressing your breasts; thumbs rubbing over your sensitive nipples, sending chills throughout your body. He kissed along your collarbone to your neck to your jaw before whispering in your ear.

“I have to grab a condom from the bathroom, baby girl. Sorry,” he began to move you.

“Why are you sorry?” you stopped him.

“I don’t wanna ruin the mood but safety is important before anything else.”

You weren’t gonna lie that actually kinda shocked you; and turned you on even more. You had completely forgotten about having a condom. You were on the pill but that doesn't mean you shouldn’t still use a condom. Bucky was back in no time and you took the condom from him wanting to put it on for him. Bucky moaned as you wrapped his dick and soon enough you were ready to go, arousal practically dripping down your inner thighs.

Bucky’s hand lid up to the back of your neck as you slid down his cock; both moaning at the feeling. You took a second to move but when you did things practically fell into pace. You quickly found a good rhythm for the both of you and soon enough you felt yourselves growing near climax.

Bucky’s hands gripped at your ass, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your walls gliding in and out of you. He smacked your ass leaving a slight red-ish mark for you to admire later. You pulled him closer, if that was even possible, burying your face in between Bucky’s neck and shoulder. 

“I can feel ya getting close, baby. Fucking squeezing me. Feels so good, princess.”

“I'm gonna come, I’m so close.”

“Don’t come until I say so. Hold it, I know you can. Be my good little girl and fucking hold it.”

You sucked and kissed and licked his neck leaving little marks not nearly as big as the ones he was leaving all over you. Soon enough you felt the coil building in the pit of your stomach snap and you moaned so loud into Bucky’s ear, he almost came from hearing your moans.

“Sorry I literally screamed in your ear.”

“I told you not to come until I say so.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You felt too good,” you whispered, barely audible.

“That doesn’t matter. I told you to hold it,” Bucky got off the bed and reached for his pants. You got so scared that he was going to leave; terrified. But instead he took his belt he was wearing and stalked back towards you. Oh how the butterflies in your stomach fluttered right now.

“Arms up baby girl. You don’t get to touch me now.”

You complied, your stomach fluttering immensely at the mere thought of what Bucky was going to  do with you now. When he finished looping the belt around the headboard of the bed his hands ran along your entire body kissing here and there until back up to you. 

“Too tight?” you shook your head.

“Perfect. Winter; say the word and I stop,” he kissed passionately, sliding back in you, pussy sensitive from orgasming twice tonight. 

Bucky didn’t take as much time as you did before starting to slam into you over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling in themselves, tears brimming your eyes. Bucky fingers dug into your waist surely leaving more marks for you in the morning. 

His hand came up to wrap around your neck and squeezed ever so slightly.

“Feel good? My little fucking slut, whining and wiggling under me,” Bucky said, more to himself than anything.

“Fuck-” you moaned. You wrists rubbing against the belt, trying to pull away so you could touch Bucky.

“What is it? You wanna touch me,” Bucky’s hand squeezed a bit more and you moaned even louder, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer that way.

“Oh good please Bucky, let me touch you!”

“Uh-uh, bad girls don’t get what they want. If you want to touch me you have to beg me like the good little whore you are,” Bucky growled.

“Fuck Bucky please, I’ll do anything for you just me let me touch you. Please, please, please!”

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours, Buck. All fucking yours. No one else’s!”

“No one is ever gonna fuck as good as I do. Your mine.”

“Yes! I’m yours, oh god,” you moaned.

Bucky was extremely close to cumming and so were you so he undid the belt with one hand skillfully and your arms wrapped around his body pulling as close to you as humanly possible. Your hands ran through his hair and pulled hard as you both fell over the edge. Bucky settled between your legs for a minute kissing your breasts, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. 

Bucky got up and discarded the condoms making sure there were no tears or rips considering how rough he’d been with you. He didn’t intend to be rough at first but his mind was so clouded with you he practically lost control; but you didn’t mind not one bit. 

Bucky came back with bottled water from a small refrigerator he kept in the corner of his room and held you back and head as you brought the water to your lips. After satisfying your dry and hoarse throat, Bucky picked you up and set down on his bathroom counter, the cold of the marble counter in extreme contrast to your hot skin. 

He cleaned you up and inspected your wrists making sure you weren’t hurt; although they were quite red and would probably hurt in the morning. Lastly, he grabbed a wipe and cleaned the remaining mess of makeup you had put on the night before speaking up again.

“Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to be,” Bucky caressing the sides of your waist. You shocked your head no; the face with a blissfully fucked out expression and a smile making Bucky chuckle. He rubbed your skin with lotion to ease any irritation anything may have caused and kissed the marks he made during sex. He admits that he really likes seeing you marked up by him knowing he’s the only one who gets to see them and make them. Makes him proud that he was able to fuck so good and you loved it too.

He picked you up and took you to bed; kissing you all over one last time before letting you fall asleep in his arms. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Bucky whispering about how good were to him, calling you his good little girl; rubbing your back ever so softly putting you to sleep.

+++

You woke the next morning arms and legs tangled with another. You turn your head to find Bucky Barnes’ face tucked into your neck soft breaths tickling your skin. You rubbed his arms and back, nails lightly scratching him causing him to stir a bit.

Bucky pressed soft kisses against your skin and rested his large warm hands on your ass and thighs. You felt the urge to use the restroom and haven’t going last night, you figured you should as soon as possible. Prying your mildly sweaty body from his was obviously unsuccessful with how much stronger he was compared to you. His legs moved further in between your thighs and he began kissing your chest making you giggle in return.

“Bucky, I have to use the restroom,” you grabbed his face.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled and released his hold on you, not without whining of course.

You ran into his bathroom and shut the door. When you turned around you gasped realizing how marked up you were. Dark purple spots littered all over your chest and neck. Your wrists were bright red from the belt he used last night; however they didn’t hurt, a bit sore but not painful. Your thighs were also decorated with love bites and hickeys from Bucky last night and you smiled to yourself.

After you used the bathroom you cleaned yourself as well as possible but admittedly needed a shower in the end. You opened the door only to find Bucky, grinning like a little boy. You folded your hands underneath your chin evidently hiding your body with your arms as much as you could. 

Bucky came up to you and placed his hands on your waist kissing the top of your head before turning you around to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. His body was flush against your and you could feel his dick sitting against your ass and lower back. His face came up and rested on your shoulder then grabbed your hands to wrap them behind his head and yours. 

You played with his hair a bit feeling so confident and loved by the affection Bucky has been giving since you came into his room. His hands ran across your body everywhere they could reach before making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“Look at you, goddamn.”

“What?” you chuckled.

“Do you see what I’m seeing?”

You shook your head, feeling incredibly shy suddenly.

“Look how  fucking beautiful and gorgeous and perfect you are. Geez, I can’t even handle it.” 

You laughed out at how dramatic he was being.

“Goddamn, I could stare at your perfect body all fucking day,” he whispered, it wasn’t in a sensual tone however. It was almost like he was saying to himself, like he actually wanted to do as such.

“Please stay,” he asked you.

“Are you ok?” you sensed he was being incredibly serious, almost about to cry even.

His sad painted with sadness, eyes begging you to stay with him for the day. He wanted something with you.he wanted to be yours and hoped to God that you’d be his in return.

“Stay with me. Please?” you realized you didn’t think he was talking about staying for now, he meant stay with him, as a partner.

“What happened?” you caressed his face in your hands. He lifted you and placed you on the counter Like he did the night before, settling his hips in between your legs.

“They always leave,” he whispered.

“Who? ”

“I didn’t want to just sleep around with girls anymore so I started talking to them and taking them out but every time the night we had sex, they would always leave. I tried talking to them the next day but they always said they didn’t want anything out of it. So I stopped having sex altogether.” 

Your heart ached for him. You didn’t want to do that to him. Of course you thought about it, but that was clearly before you realized Bucky wanted to be with you.

“I won’t leave.”

“We can stay in my room all day. You don’t even have to get out of bed. I can grab a couple game consoles from downstairs and we play on the tv. We order breakfast. I’ll wash your clothes. We have a washing machine in the basement,” Bucky said excitedly, you smiled excited as well for your day with Bucky.

“Can we take a shower first?” you asked.

“Yes of course, let’s take a shower.”

“Let’s?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Of course. Maybe we can pop in a couple rounds while we’re at it,” Bucky winked.

“Bucky!”

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Her Promise

Summary: It wasn’t a secret that you have disliked Sangyeon since you were in diapers. He was your mother’s best friend’s son. Though he was born just 27 days after you, it seems like he was a lot older than you in terms of his maturity. You don’t understand why the bad blood between you two. Until one day, you had been arranged for a marriage with him so suddenly.

Theme: arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers

Genre: angst, sad, fluff

Warnings: mentions of leukaemia, death, alcohol, swearing

WC: 10k

Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello! This plot just randomly came to mind. It's kind of sad and a little angsty but you'll get through reading it. I promise! also, the words in italics is a flashback :)

Your family has been a close family friend to the Lee’s family and that was because your mother and Mrs Lee were best friends since high school. Also the reason why you were only 27 days older than Mr and Mrs Lee’s only son. However, not everyone has a happy friendship. In this case, it was you and the said son. His name was Lee Sangyeon and it was pretty obvious that you two could never get along since you were in diapers.

Despite your mothers being best friends and have been for the past 30 years, give or take. It’s no wonder that when they were pregnant with the both of you, they kept fighting with each other over small silly things when they barely got past even the slightest of arguments throughout their friendship.

And yet, it seems like luck was never on your side to begin with because throughout your whole education life up till today, he always ends up in your school or at least the school that you chose specifically hoping to be as far from him as possible.

It always baffles you how he would be the first person you spot amongst the crowd during the first day of school.

Did he do all these on purpose?

Why would he go to this extent just to annoy you if you both hated each other?

Maybe he didn’t in fact do this on purpose, but still, what are the odds that you end up in the same campus amongst the hundreds of schools available? That was a mystery you never plan on solving.

It was a bright Tuesday afternoon, students were scattered all over the large campus of Hangang University. You had just parked your car in a free space, exiting your vehicle before proceeding to lock it and walk towards the Computer Science building. You were halfway through the parking lot when someone suddenly swung an arm over your shoulder.

“Good morning my favourite person in the world!” Lisa giggled to your left as Rosie appeared on your right with her usual beaming smile that could melt hearts with just a glance.

“Hey girls, you’re early” You asked with a soft chuckle knowing Lisa was always late for class.

“Yeah, I wanted to leave my apartment now like I always do but Rosie begged me to drive her today because her baby is in the workshop.” Lisa huffs, only for the blonde girl on your right to defend herself.

“Hey, at least we got here on time. You’re welcome.”

With that, Lisa stuck out her tongue at Rosie, earning a laugh from you. The three of you continued to walk to the CS building, only to find Jennie and Jisoo chatting by the lockers while Jennie scavenged through her locker.

“Ew, is it just me or is the barbeque chicken a little dry today?” Jisoo scowls as she drops the chicken leg back onto her plate.

“No, I agree. It’s foul.” Lisa’s face contorts in disgust before you speak up.

“Do you guys want my salmon instead? I'm kind of full already.” You said, only to find them staring at you in concern. They began asking you if you were feeling okay and if you needed any medication of any sorts. To which you shook your head and just told them you were already full from the breakfast your mother made for you before she left for work with your dad.

Lisa and Jisoo ended up sharing your salmon piece, making you smile. At least your food wouldn’t be wasted, you thought.

A few hours later, your classes for the day were finally over. All you know is that your bed has been waiting for your arrival since the minute you left for school. You left class slightly later, telling the girls you had something to discuss with your lecturer regarding the assignment.

You told them to just head home first and not wait for you.

Almost 20 minutes later, you finally left the lecture room to head towards the parking lot where you had parked your car earlier. Your mind was clouded with the assignment requirements as you scrolled through the soft copy of the assignment through your email, too caught up in your thoughts to notice the group of boys walking down the hall.

That wasn’t until your shoulder roughly collided against someone’s back. It sent your whole body to stumble back from the impact. You were about to apologize when you heard a snicker coming from whoever it was.

So you glanced up and lord behold, it was just the person you were looking for…

Not really.

“Can you pay attention to where you walk? It’s not that hard to use your eyes.” Sangyeon’s voice was monotonous yet a pitch higher than others, just like his ego.

“That’s because you’re in my way, Lee.” You said sarcastically as you walked past him, not forgetting to purposely bump into his arm. He let out a scoff under his breath, fiery glare burning a prominent hole into the back of your head.

God, you can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Him included.

A few days later, it was finally a Friday. You heard words going around campus saying that one of the seniors in the school’s football team was having a frat party at his place tonight. He invited everyone in the football team, and people that he knew. Turns out he also told his teammates to bring whoever they wanted whether he knows them or not.

Lucky for you (or maybe not), Rosie’s boyfriend happens to be one of the football players. If you remember correctly, his name is Yunhyeong.

And so you already know where this is going.

Hence, the reason why you were now standing right outside the house where the party was held.

No doubt the house was a beautiful landed property at the hills that overlooked the city, it still didn’t give you complete comfort knowing that you would be surrounded by drunk young adults who have no care in the world once the alcohol takes over their system.

Sure you sometimes go to these parties but you weren’t really that type of girl. It’s always an unpleasant surprise to others who aren't your girls, when you decline their offers of alcohol saying you don’t drink.

Though there were instances where you’d have some people still insisting on giving you a drink, you rejected them firmly whether they liked it or not.

And today was no different.

One moment, you were talking to your friends. Another moment, and you were suddenly left alone by the kitchen island. Isolating yourself from the countless intoxicated bodies, dancing freely without a single care in the world.

It suddenly dawned on you that you were indeed alone, with no other individual that you recognize in that huge house. Your friends were scattered around the main living area, each of them either with their significant other or just randomly hooking up with someone. Using alcohol as an excuse to be brave and approach someone at a party like this.

You sighed, reaching into your back pocket to fish for your phone. You were so close to texting them you wanted to head home first, when a deep voice broke your little bubble of thoughts.

“Hey… Y/N right?” The handsome boy asked as he smiled down at you softly.

He clearly didn’t seem too drunk, nor was he completely sober like you.

“Yeah… you are?” You asked, hoping you didn’t sound like a bitch.

“I’m Changkyun. I see your friends have left you so I thought maybe you’d want some company?”

Well, at least he’s being considerate enough.

“About that… I was actually about to-” As you were talking, your eyes were searching the room for at least one of the girls. But instead, your gaze was locked on a specific individual who was leaning against the staircase railings just staring at you with a subtle frown on his face, making your voice halt in your throat.

It was Sangyeon.

You should’ve known he would be there tonight. He’s the freaking midfielder in Hangang U’s soccer team for goodness sake!

For some reason, the moment you met his eyes, it was as though you got sucked into a black hole with no way to escape. That wasn’t until the warm touch on your arm made you jolt away and soon turned back to Changkyun who was now staring at you with worry.

“Hey? You okay? What’s wrong?” He asked, hoping he didn’t scare you away by that simple touch.

“Y-Yeah… Sorry Changkyun, but I think I’m gonna head home. See you around.” You gave him a sincere smile before turning to leave after he said his goodbye.

There is no way you’re gonna stay there any longer. It’s not like you were drunk or anything. Not like you’d expected him to show up in black leather pants, dark grey button down shirt tucked in, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair parted close to the middle to frame his face and show his forehead, attractively. And definitely not like you felt as though your stomach was doing a flip in your abdomen after seeing him there physically.

Right?

No. You still hate him. He’s just a walking nuisance in your life. You don’t feel anything for him. Maybe he needs to stop appearing in your line of vision every 5 minutes.

It’s been two weeks since that frat party in which you had texted your friends saying you were already at home. Of course you didn’t get a response immediately but they still replied to you the next morning, telling you they were safe and they were glad that you were too.

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon where students were all stuck on campus with nowhere to go. You were just seated at a wooden table alone with your laptop and scattered notes on the surface when the ray of sunlight that was previously shining down on you, got blocked by a figure.

You glanced up and not surprisingly, it was Sangyeon. He was alone. For once. He was always with his friends, so you wondered why he chose to walk around alone today.

“What?” You asked nonchalantly before looking back down at your laptop.

You heard a scoff from him only for him to speak up, “Did your parents tell you?”

You got confused as you looked back up to him and blinked, incredulously at what he just asked you.

“Tell me what?” You asked. He wasn’t sure if he was faking it or not but he figured with how genuinely confused you look, it was quite clear you weren’t pretending to not know what he was referring to.

“My parents are coming over to your home this weekend to discuss ‘something serious’. I’m not going. I’m not about to sit there and listen to what the ‘something serious’ is, let alone sit there trapped and stare at you the whole night.” Sangyeon said blankly as he burned holes in your head.

“Good. I wouldn’t want you there anyway.” You scoffed, only for him to push himself off the table and smoothed down his shirt.

Sangyeon left without saying anything else, watching as he turned his head as though in search of his friends. However, the minute you looked back down at your laptop, it seems like you missed the way he glanced at you subtly before turning back in front.

That same day, you went home to find your parents in the living room. Your father was watching the news on the flat screen tv while your mother was just watering the potted plants on the shelves.

The minute you stepped into the living room, your father turned to you and smiled brightly, “Oh, sweetie you’re back. We wanted to tell you that Mr and Mrs-” but before he could finish, you did it for him, stunning them in the process.

“-Lee are coming over this weekend to discuss ‘something serious’... I know.”

With that, your mother and father glanced at each other before a smile appeared on their faces again. You already knew what they were about to ask so you beat them to it.

“Sangyeon told me… So what’s so serious that they wanna come over here and talk about it?” You asked, not knowing what to expect but all you got was silence.

“We have to wait till everyone’s there.”

“Not everyone’s gonna be there…” You said.

“What do you mean?” Your mother asked.

“Sangyeon said he’s not coming. He doesn't want to.”

“B-But, he has to be there. It’s important.”

“What’s so important that he has to be there for?” Your voice laced with annoyance at the thought of having to sit in a room with him for minutes too long. Your parents got quiet before your mother spoke up again but for some reason, her voice sounded weak.

“You’ll know on Saturday.” She gave you a weak smile. Too weak to the point that she almost looks… pale?

Why is she pale?

But your mind was too jumbled up with what the main topic for this said family dinner would revolve around. Hence, why you were now sprinting up the steps and to your room. You didn’t want to think about it anymore. You just hoped the weekend passes by before you know it.

Saturday came in a flash and to say you were ready for whatever family gathering this was, is definitely a lie. You were curious. You were desperate to know just what important business is there to discuss with you and Sangyeon. Despite knowing he won’t be there for whatever this meeting is about, it still rendered you curious on just how important this said matter is.

You were told to look presentable even though you’ll just be at home. So you pulled out the nicest outfit you could find and just opted for a simple blouse and your denim jeans.

Once you were done getting ready, you left your room only to hear your mother calling out to you from downstairs, “Y/N sweetie, the Lee’s are here!”

You made your way down the marbled steps, ready to greet the elder couple when your eyes fell on their son who clearly said he wasn’t going to be here. But of course, it looked like he had been forced against his own will to be here and you were right.

“Oh! My sweet Y/N! It’s been so long. How are you my dear?” Mrs Lee asked as you broke your gaze from Sangyeon only to smile happily when you looked at his parents.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Lee. I’m doing well despite my crazy uni life. I hope you’re both well and healthy!” You said as Mrs Lee hugged you warmly like how she had been doing since you were young.

After greeting them, the 6 of you began walking to your dining room. You then turned to Sangyeon who was walking beside you, only to ask out of curiosity, “Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna come?”

With that, he turns to you and shoots daggers at you through his glare but it does nothing to scare you away.

“Do I look like I wanna be here?”

“Clearly.” You said, just to get on his nerves and it did.

“Fuck you.”

“I’d gladly fuck myself too.”

Sangyeon frowns at your comment despite knowing it was sarcastic. But he still found it amusing that it came out from your mouth. Sure you’ve cursed him a lot of times when you fought with him, but this was a different thing.

All of you finally sat down in the dining room, you helped your mother set the table.

A few minutes went by and everyone was just chatting amongst one another. Well, more specifically the elders while you and Sangyeon simply sat there across each other in silence. You were absentmindedly picking on your food, suddenly losing appetite.

All you wanted was for them to start discussing the very important business. Which is why your patience has run thin, making you blurt out the question that has been floating in your head since Wednesday.

“What’s the important thing you called me and Sangyeon here for?”

The room fell silent as you kept your eyes on your plate of untouched food. Completely ignoring the way Sangyeon had his eyes trained on you. After what felt like hours, your mother finally announced it.

It made your heart stop for a moment.

“We have decided to marry you off with Sangyeon.”

That was the last thing you ever wanted to hear from them. Never did you expect it to be this. Why were they doing this to you? Of course you know you’re single and not dating anyone but still… How could they?

“What?!” Both you and Sangyeon said in unison.

Tension filled the air, thick in its wake. You couldn’t look elsewhere except for your mother who had announced the news.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” You mumbled under your breath as Sangyeon got up, letting the chair drag painfully across the wooden floor. His mother grabbed his wrist to stop him but he roughly yanked his wrist from her and simply replied with his firm answer, “There’s no way I’m marrying her. I’m out.”

Sangyeon stormed out and you were so tempted to do the same but all you could do was glare at your parents in disbelief.

“Sweetie-” Your mom began but you were quick to interject.

“No! That’s not happening! Mom, you know we hate each other! How can you ask me to marry him when I don’t even love him?!” Your voice was raised as you stood up from your seat. Blood boils in your veins, heart pounding rapidly in your chest out of pure anger. You wanted nothing more but to scream.

You turned in your heels to leave but your mother caught your hands when you were about to reach the stairs. You pulled your hand from her grip, throwing your arm behind your back from the force.

“Sweetie please, listen to me-”

“No mom! I’m not marrying him and that’s final!” You yelled, too furious to even notice the way your mom had clutched her chest as her breathing started to become shallow.

Before you knew it, your mother collapsed to the ground but you were quick to catch her body right when she was about to crash onto the hard wooden floor.

“Mom!” You gasped as your dad and both of Sangyeon’s parents rushed over to where you were.

Mr Lee called the ambulance in which they came just 10 minutes later, carrying your mother’s unconscious body onto the stretcher and bringing her into the ambulance. Your father followed her in the vehicle while Mr Lee offered you a ride there.

Hours passed and you were waiting patiently outside the ER when a doctor came out. Your dad rushed over so you could only guess that she was the one who attended to your mom.

“Doctor, how’s my wife?”

“Your wife’s still under constant checks but so far, her heart is beating stably. However, it seems that her abnormal white blood cells have rapidly multiplied since her last check up.” The doctor said, making you frown.

“White blood cells? What’s going on? What’s wrong with my mother?” You asked desperately, still not sure of what’s going on.

“Your mother was diagnosed with Leukaemia stage 2 but from what I saw today, I believe it’s now up to stage 4.” The doctor announced, making you even more confused.

“What?” You whispered as you stared at your dad, hoping that it’s not true. But all you got was a disheartened smile that broke you into a million pieces.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered to him sadly, upset that they’ve been keeping this a secret from you.

“I’m sorry baby, but your mother told me not to. She… She didn’t want you to get worried.” He replied.

You don’t understand. You knowing about this was better than keeping it hidden from you. If you had known about this sooner, you wouldn’t have shouted at her. Instead, you would have taken extra care of her. You would have given her more love than what she gave you. And you wouldn’t have to stand here, right now, hoping for your mother’s safety and health.

You slumped onto one of the chairs, staring into space as your father rubbed soft circles into your back to calm you down.

Three days passed and you have been visiting your mother at the hospital diligently after your classes. You stayed till night time, allowing your dad to fetch you from the hospital after he also came by to visit your mom.

You were currently alone in the room with your mom as your dad went out to buy dinner for all three of you.

She was just lying there sleeping peacefully after having a deep conversation with her about some things, her eyes now closed, breathing consistent, chest heaving up and down according to her oxygen intake.

You were just about to doze off when the heart rate monitor suddenly began beeping rapidly. It caused you to panic as you ran out of the room to call for the nurses.

When you came back, your mother was shaking on the hospital bed. Tears started streaming down your face as you found yourself curled up in the corner just watching the hospital staff do whatever is necessary to help your mother.

You didn’t notice your dad who had just come back, only to rush to you after putting the food down on the desk. It was when he cupped your face, that you finally realized his presence.

He pulled you against him as you couldn’t tear your eyes off your mother’s figure, shaking violently on the bed.

It was as though someone had dropped a bomb just a few feet away, a deafening silence pierced your ear drums followed by the single beep sound that was continuous without a pause. The sound soon became a mere ring in your ears.

You slowly brought your line of sight towards the heart rate monitor beside your mother’s bed and that’s when you saw it. The painful straight line with no spikes going up or down.

That’s when you knew, she was gone.

No. This can’t be real. This is just a dream. Wake up Y/N. Pinch yourself. Slap yourself. Do whatever it is to wake yourself up from this nightmare!

And yet, you’re still there in your dad’s arms listening to the nurse who wrote down the words you never hoped to hear.

“Patient is Jeong Hyemin. Time of death, 2143hrs.”

All the more you cried harder against your father’s chest. You were broken. Completely and utterly broken. Your mother left you before you could even say goodbye. She left before you could even tell her that you love her unconditionally even though you told her that everyday.

As much as your heart hurts, you knew you had to accept it. You knew you had to be strong for your mother. And that was exactly what you did.

The next whole week, you didn’t come to school. You emailed your lecturers personally and told them about your loss. They all sent you their well wishes for you and your dad, to which they excused you from school to attend your mother’s funeral. It broke you but you couldn’t collapse just then.

Your mother would want you to be happy, to continue living a wonderful life, with or without her. And that’s exactly what you were gonna do.

The next two weeks came as a blur and you were dreading for the day to finally arrive. You couldn’t bring yourself to look in the mirror and see what you looked like. Because at that very moment, you were in an item of clothing where you never thought you would wear anytime soon.

It was a wedding dress. Your wedding dress. It has finally come to this.

Your makeup stylist did a few touch ups to your eyeshadow whilst another lady adjusted the bow on your waist that separates your laced top with your beautiful silk gown that drops to the floor elegantly behind you.

If you were being honest, you had hoped for this very day to come when you would walk down the aisle with your arm linked with your dad’s while your mother stood at the front row, watching you proudly. Witnessing you entering a new life with your chosen partner whom you’d love with all your heart.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case for you and it hurts you. But you kept telling yourself the same thing over and over again.

“I have to stay strong.”

That was the last thing you mumbled to yourself as you left the bride’s room, only to head towards the outdoor wedding ceremony where your parents had already booked an incredibly beautiful mansion located at the highest hills of the city.

It was a small ceremony with only your family and his, and very close relatives of both sides but that was it. None of your friends were there but you already told them about today.

Little did you know, his friends knew about it too.

You were approaching the outdoor garden where everyone was waiting for you when all of a sudden, your emotions started swirling in you.

A tear rolled down your cheek the minute you saw your dad standing at the doorway which leads you directly down the aisle. Your dad gave you a soft smile before cupping your face and kissing your forehead. He wiped the tear away with his thumb as he whispered, “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m sure your mother would be so happy to see you like this.”

With that, you had to force your tears back, swallowing them as you nodded before linking your arm with his.

The song started playing and soon, both of you began to walk down the aisle. The first thing you saw was Sangyeon standing at the foot of the platform. He was wearing a navy blue tuxedo, looking quite handsome if you were being completely honest.

But the frown on his face was evident enough for you to know that he didn’t like this as much as you didn’t like this either.

Once you were standing just two feet away, you turned to your dad who kissed you again on the forehead before putting your hand in Sangyeon’s outstretched ones. After your dad left your side, Sangyeon guided you up the steps carefully.

His touch was soft, almost as if he wasn’t touching you at all. Minutes went by and right after you’ve both said your vows, it was time for the exchange of rings and sealing the deal with a kiss but of course, neither of you agreed to it. So when you were officially announced as husband and wife, you both looked at each other with a familiarity in your eyes which screamed “I hate all of this”.

Sangyeon lets out a soft groan before planting a chaste kiss to your temple, pulling away as soon as he kisses.

Both of you walked back down the aisle and once you were in the mansion, it took you less than a second to walk away from him and make your way straight to the bride’s makeup room.

Sangyeon didn’t bother to call for you as he too made his way to the common room, wanting to be as far away from you as possible. He hated every single minute of this. He never wanted this. But he was being forced to. And he doesn’t even know why.

When he heard from his parents that you accepted the arranged marriage, it baffled him.

You were both so adamant on rejecting this whole fiasco during that night of the dinner so what changed your mind?

That was a question he could never solve.

Days became weeks and you had moved into the new home that his parents and yours bought for Sangyeon and you to live in. It was a beautiful one story home that had 3 bedrooms, one study room, one living room and a backyard complete with a swimming pool. You were thankful for the home but you didn’t think it was necessary considering the state that you and Sangyeon were being put in.

Nevertheless, you didn’t want to disappoint the elders. Hence the reason why you moved in with Sangyeon without a single argument with your dad and in-laws.

Unfortunately, the fact that you two were now living under the same roof, it was quite expected of you to end up fighting over the smallest little things. If being within radius of each other on campus brought unnecessary snickers and curses to one another, living under the same roof only heightened those said things by 80%.

There wasn’t a day where you could walk around the house peacefully unless the other wasn't home.

It has been 8 weeks since you lived there with him. Despite the constant fights and heated arguments that the two of you often get into, none of it leads to the other doing unfaithful things behind each other’s back.

Before the marriage, it was quite clear that you weren’t in any sort of relationship with anyone nor were you the kind to sleep around with strangers you just met at a club or parties. Whereas, Sangyeon on the other hand was completely that, except he too was single. He tends to sleep around with girls he met at a party or the clubs he went to.

But never did he actually pursue any of his one night stands because he simply didn’t feel that way for them.

However, when he got married to you despite being against it, he made a promise to himself that he should not do all those things to you even if he doesn’t love you. Because he knows that it’s wrong and that he despises people who cheat on their partners.

For that, he told himself not to be that monster.

And he didn’t. Thankfully.

But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t storm out of the house after an argument just to get fresh air and be away from you at that very moment.

This goes both ways as sometimes, you would do the same if you couldn’t stand being in radius of him.

But tonight was different.

You were just washing the dishes when the front door opened to reveal a very drained Sangyeon who had just gotten back from the gym.

He strolled through down the hallway with his duffle bag strap resting on his right shoulder, the wet patches on his grey tank top sticking to his torso, black track shorts resting on his hips. His hair was slicked back from being drenched in sweat.

You spared him a quick glance over your shoulder before you turned back to the dirty dishes. Unfortunately for you, he caught you glancing just in time.

He walked past you to go to the fridge after putting his bag down on the floor, opening it and immediately grabbing the bottle of iced water sitting there patiently for him to take it. He downed half the bottle in less than 5 seconds, only to hear him let out a satisfied sigh right after.

You remained quiet as he looked at you for a moment, a small part of him wanted to ask you if you’ve eaten but a bigger part of him, more so his ego, was telling him to walk away.

For some reason, he decided to go with the former. Something he hasn’t been doing all these years.

“Had your dinner yet?” He asked, making you turn off the tap after setting down the clean dish onto the rack above your head before turning to him with a slight confusion on your face.

“Mhm. You?”

“Not yet.” He said as he leaned his hip against the counter top.

“What do you feel like eating?” You asked, wiping your hands dry with the towel hanging off the hook on the wall.

“I kind of have the feel for kimchi fried rice… I’ll just make do with what is there in the fridge. No worries.” Sangyeon said with a soft smile on his face before he left to take a long shower. Something he always did when he had a lot going on in his mind.

The minute he left, you stared at his descending back for a minute before turning back with a confused frown on your face.

Sangyeon was in the shower for almost 20 minutes. Taking a warm bath to calm his tensed muscles due to the intense workout he did with Juyeon and Hyunjae earlier. After his stress relieving bath, Sangyeon changed into a pair of sweatpants and his oversized shirt he normally uses to sleep.

He towel dried his hair, leaving it in an utter mess on his head with no care whatsoever.

He simply brushed through his wet locks with his fingers haphazardly before leaving his bedroom toilet. Sangyeon and you weren’t sharing bedrooms. It was just a mutual agreement right from the first night together.

You took the master bedroom in this house while he took the second bedroom.

Sangyeon was just walking down the hall, scratching the back of his head randomly when he caught a strong whiff of something delicious filling his nostrils.

“What the?” He whispered to himself as he cautiously made his way closer to the end of the hall. The minute he made a right turn, that’s when he saw you scooping out the contents of the pan into a clean plate. To his surprise, it was the exact dish he told you he was planning to cook earlier.

He finally stepped out of the shadows, only to startle you.

You flinched but that was it.

“Hey… I figured you’d be too tired to cook so I made it for you. Just leave the plate in the sink after you’re done. I’ll wash it later.” You pressed your lips into a small little smile before placing the dish on the kitchen island together with a spoon.

Right when you were about to leave the kitchen, his voice stopped you from walking any further only to hear him whisper a soft “thank you” to you.

You gave him a nod and soon left.

Sangyeon stares at your descending back before you disappear from his trail of sight, only to then tilt his head in amusement at your sudden kind act. For some reason, he found himself smiling as he took a mouthful of your delicious fried rice.

Another 3 weeks went by and you had just gotten back from your night study session with Lisa and Jennie, only to find Sangyeon slumped on the couch. He had his face buried in his hands as he looked like he hadn’t slept for days.

You frowned as you locked the door and soon went over to stand behind the long couch, diagonally from the couch he was sitting at.

“Rough day?” You asked quietly, but all you got was silence so you tried again.

“Have you eaten?”

Silence.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

Silence.

“Sangyeon, even if you hate me, at least say yes or no so I can-” And that’s when he bursts.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sangyeon yelled as he glared at you. His nostrils flared upon every heavy breath he took. You were stunned by his harsh tone, clearly not wanting any argument when you first asked the question.

“Excuse me?” You asked with a tone that was pretty obvious to anyone that you were clearly offended by his words.

“Didn’t you hear me?! I said shut the fuck up!” Sangyeon stood tall, his face red as you could only imagine he was stressed about something. A scoff left your lips, feeling the anger seeping through your skin with every word he said to you.

“Why? Why do you want me to shut the fuck up so badly?!” You asked as you stared at him with mixed emotions.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying!” Sangyeon growled as he began to storm off but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Answer my fucking question, Lee Sangyeon! I was just being nice and caring about your well being and all I got was to shut up? You’re a fucking asshole you know that?” You said, your words filled with venom as he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching tight.

“Who taught you to be such a brat? Your mother?” Sangyeon accidentally blurted that out of sheer anger. Your grip around his wrist left and the next thing he knew, your eyes were glossy from the tears threatening to fall.

“Don’t bring my mother into this.” You warned but he was still fuming with anger.

“Why? Why can’t I?! She’s the only reason why we’re in this stupid marriage anyway!”

You didn’t know what ran through your mind but the minute those words left his mouth, you couldn’t help but swing your hand onto his cheek. This shocked him to a certain extent as he simply glared at you but never did anything to hurt you physically.

“Do you know why I accepted the marriage proposal? Do you wanna know why I decided to walk down that fucking aisle and have myself being called as your official wife?! Well here’s the reason why. I promised my mom I would.” You paused as he remained quiet. You could almost see the cogs turning in his brain as though trying to process your words.

“My mom died wanting me to marry you. She told me she wanted to see me walk down the aisle one day and into your arms. Until now, I don’t understand why she specifically wants it to be you, but that’s what she wanted. So I promised her that she would be there for when that day comes. But she left me before she could even witness that for herself. She left before I could even say goodbye. It broke me. It fucking broke me Sangyeon! That’s why I chose to accept the proposal even when…”

You stopped for a moment, not realizing that you had been crying until you tasted salty tears on your lips.

“...even when I didn’t love you. I did it because I made a promise to her. I don’t want to let her down, Sangyeon.... I never wanted any of this to happen. And I know you feel the same so I’m sorry.” Those were the last things you said to him before going to your bedroom and locking yourself in there.

Sangyeon was left standing there, feeling completely shitty with what he said to you earlier. He never meant to hurt your feelings. He should’ve known better not to mention your mom but he only said that out of pure anger.

He knows it’s his fault but his ego was too high for him to simply give in to his mistake.

He was about to just brush this off when he heard the door click and soon, you were seen leaving your bedroom with a cross body purse on you. You didn’t give him the chance to speak as you just left the house with a soft slam of your front door. He watched as you took your white mini cooper and drove out of the driveway.

“Sweetie, why don’t you want to accept the proposal?” Your mother asked weakly as you sat on the chair beside her hospital bed.

“Mom, you know I don’t love him. We’ve been fighting since we were kids. I don’t see why I should marry someone who I don’t love.”

“Oh sweetie, you can only learn to love by loving.”

“Mom, that’s just fairy tale talk.”

“Do you wanna know something?” She asked as you stared at her quietly while you caressed the back of her hand with your thumbs as he took this silence to continue.

“Your father and I weren’t on good terms too when we first met each other. We always fought in high school and it went on for quite a while until Mrs Lee set me up on this blind date and it was with your father. At first we found it ridiculous, but after that first date, I realized that maybe your father wasn’t as bad as I thought. And so, we started to slowly understand the process of loving someone and soon enough, we fell in love. Love doesn’t always come to you directly. Sometimes, you need to find it yourself.”

She paused, studying your facial expressions carefully to make sure you weren’t angry or about to burst at her for the next thing she was planning to say.

“Can you promise me something sweetie?”

“Anything… Anything at all mom.” You said with a glint of hope in your eyes.

“Can you promise me that you’ll marry Mrs Lee’s son? I don’t care when. Just… as long as it’s him. Even if I’m not around anymore...”

“Mom-”

“Please? For me?”

Your heart broke hearing her pleading voice. You don’t understand why she was so persistent in you marrying him but for now, you couldn’t bear to say no. You couldn’t bear to break her heart. So, with a heavy heart, you chose your mother’s happiness before yours.

“Okay mom… I promise. But you have to promise me too that you’ll be fine and that you’ll come back to me and dad, okay?”

“I promise, sweetheart. I love you so much.” She said.

“I love you too mom.”

That night when you came back to your old house, your dad greeted you at the door with a shocked look on his face. He asked you why you were there at such a late time so you explained to him that you got into a big fight with Sangyeon and that you wanted to stay there for the next few days. Of course your father was happy that he would finally have someone in the house with him, but he was also worried that Sangyeon would be concerned over you.

You told him not to tell Sangyeon anything and that you wanted time away from him for now, in which your dad just nodded understandingly. The next few days, you spent your days diligently avoiding Sangyeon as much as you can despite being in the same campus. Lucky for you, he had very different schedules than you.

Which means, better chance for you to avoid him and not accidentally bump into him on campus grounds. And so far, your plan is working.

It’s been at least 3 weeks since you last went home to your shared place with him and you were starting to run low on your clothing supply back at your old house. Which means, you probably had no choice but to go back there now.

In all honesty, you weren’t mad at him anymore.

You were just too stubborn to face him after that argument. But it looks like you have no other choice now.

Hence, the reason why you were currently standing outside your doorstep at 8pm, noticing the vehicles parked outside your gates. By the looks of it, those probably belonged to his friends. And you were right. Because the minute you unlocked the door, you were immediately greeted by the chattering and laughter coming from the living room.

You walked in further, carefully after taking off your shoes and placing them in the shoe rack. Right when you had just made it by the end of the hallway and the living room was in full view, that’s where you saw the 6 figures scattered around the room.

The TV was playing a movie while the coffee table was filled with boxes of pizzas and other snacks for them to munch on.

Before you could speak up, two of them noticed your presence, making the blonde haired one to say hi, “Oh, hi Y/N.”

With that, the rest of them finally turned around upon hearing their friend greet you. Sangyeon, who was standing right in front of the TV, checking the cables, whipped his head around only to lock eyes with you. He froze in his spot, unsure if this was real considering you’ve been avoiding him like a plague the past 3 weeks.

“Y/N…” Was the only thing he managed to whisper under his breath as you awkwardly chuckled, hoping you didn’t create an unsettling atmosphere for them.

“Hey…” You whispered as he carefully made his way to you. The moment he was standing right in front of you, neither of you spoke. Both of you are afraid of saying the wrong thing which could potentially lead to another argument. But Sangyeon was smart enough to know not to make unnecessary comments to you after what happened the last time. So instead, he opted for an apology.

“Listen, about that night… I- I’m really sorry… I didn’t... I didn’t know.”

You could only give him a small smile that he could clearly see was weak and almost drained as you spoke up, “It’s okay. Anyways… I think I’m gonna rest.”

He simply nodded, resisting the urge to pull you into a hug and tell you how sorry he was for treating you like crap all these while. These past 3 weeks have made him realise that he wasn’t the nicest of people to you, that he said a lot of things that had definitely hurt you in the past, that he has been nothing but mean to you.

Upon hearing your bedroom door close, Sangyeon lets out a defeated sigh before walking back to his friends who then asked him if everything was okay. After he told them that everything was indeed okay, he plopped back down on the couch but it seemed to worry his friends seeing how sad Sangyeon looked at the moment.

Whenever he was with them, he has always been the goofy, savage, often picking on the others to get a reaction out of them, kind of guy. They’ve never properly seen this softer side of him.

It’s been nearly an hour since you came home and yet, he hasn’t caught a single glimpse of you anywhere. He got worried for you, not knowing whether you’ve eaten or not. So he decided to check on you. He got up from the ground to excuse himself, telling them to just continue what they were doing.

When he arrived at your supposedly shared bedroom, he found you seated on the window couch just staring into the night sky. However, before he could even knock on the door and push it wider, he heard soft sobs from you that gradually grew louder. He stayed by the door and unintentionally listened to your whispers.

“I miss you mum… I’m sorry if I couldn’t live up to my promise just like you wanted me to. I know I’m not the best wife to him, but I’m trying… I’m trying… for you. I wish you were still here beside me. To guide me on how to be a good wife. To love someone without feeling trapped. To love someone the way you and dad loves me. I’m so sorry mum… I’m so truly sorry…”

Sangyeon’s heart shattered into a million pieces for you. That’s when he realized that his feelings for you had changed. That all he wanted to do right at this very moment was to protect you. You were broken, fragile and yet, he’s been treating you horribly all these while.

He couldn’t take it any longer. With that being said, he carefully and quietly made his way to you. Not making a sound as you had your head buried in your knees, cries getting louder the closer he came to you. However, when you felt his soft hands caress the sides of your arms, you looked up. Your eyes glistened under the moonlight, your cheeks soaked with your freshly falling tears.

At that moment, you looked so vulnerable.

So when he pulled you into his embrace, you easily let him. Burying your face into his chest as he gently rubs circles onto your back, caressing your head comfortingly.

After a few seconds of silence, you finally whispered against his chest. Just loud enough for him to hear, but soft enough that nobody standing outside the door could hear.

“I miss her Sangyeon…”

Sangyeon wasn’t sure how to respond to your confession but he tried as best as he could to make you feel better.

“And I know that she misses you too. But it’s okay, she will always be with you. You’ll be okay… I promise.” He whispered and almost immediately, you pulled back as he frowned in confusion.

“You shouldn’t promise me anything…” You said, your tears slowly getting lesser and lesser by the minute.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because the last time someone made me a promise, they promised me that they’ll be okay and that they’ll never leave me… And yet she did...” Your voice hushed. He could tell that that was your trauma. Making promises.

He felt a tear threatening to roll down his cheek but he managed to hold back. Sangyeon softly reached up to cup your face and caress your cheeks with both thumbs before he spoke up, “I’m sorry she did. I’m sorry that promise got broken. But it’s not her fault. You know it wasn’t. So let me make a promise to you now and this time, it won’t be broken.”

With that being said, you cried even harder as he just pulled you against his chest almost cradling you like a child. After almost 20 minutes in the room, he finally let go of your fragile figure and asked if you wanted to eat.

You told him you weren’t hungry and that you just wanted to rest. Sangyeon nodded, bringing you to the bed as he carefully tucked you in to make you cosy. He was about to leave you alone when you grabbed his wrists. Sangyeon turned around with such a soft gaze on you, it nearly melted you.

“Where are you going?” You asked with a soft voice, almost shy. Sangyeon found it so endearing that he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I’m gonna go back to the boys and maybe call it a night early.” He smiled, to which you felt his other hand come to wrap its fingers around your extended wrist, gently pulling it away before caressing the back of your wrist with his thumb.

“Can you come back after… please?” You whispered as you saw him smile again before putting your hand down on the mattress softly.

“I will.”

Soon enough, Sangyeon left you in the room to rest for a bit while he went back to his friends and relayed the message to them. Thankfully, the boys were very understanding. They told Sangyeon to send their well wishes to you in which he definitely would. After they left, Sangyeon went ahead and cleared the leftover trash.

Silently thanking the boys for cleaning most of the mess up before he even came back into the living room. He was almost done cleaning, not forgetting to brush his teeth before going back to your room only to find you already asleep with your back facing the door.

Sangyeon couldn’t help but smile as he closed the door behind him and soon made his way quietly to the other side of the room.

He carefully pulled the duvet up, climbing into bed after putting the duvet back down.

He very gently lifted your head up to let his right arm slide under your neck as a pillow, proceeding to pull your body closer against his chest. Once you were both in a comfortable position, he gently wrapped his other hand around your waist. Caressing your side in a comforting manner.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispered as he soon drifted off into slumber.

Ever since then, both of you had stopped the constant arguments. You weren’t always annoyed by every little thing the other did. In school, when you’d accidentally bump into one another, either one would smile and acknowledge the other. Some people who witnessed this, found it strange but your close friends didn’t.

It’s been a good 4 months since you’d reconciled with Sangyeon. Though there were disagreements at times, those arguments would however, be resolved as quickly as it came.

But one thing’s for sure, is that during the past 4 months, you and Sangyeon had slowly found yourselves falling for each other. Neither of you said it out loud, but apparently those around you could visibly tell. Especially your friends.

It was a Thursday afternoon, you and the girls were just walking to the lunch hall when Lisa spotted Sangyeon and his friends just walking down the main building. It seems like they were heading towards the lunch hall as well. With that being said, Lisa called out to Sangyeon’s name, causing him and the rest to turn.

The minute Sangyeon’s eyes locked on Lisa’s and then on you, his gaze softened as you saw the corner of his lips curving upwards into a cute smirk.

They stopped walking to let you girls catch up and once you did, Lisa immediately went to Juyeon and began talking to him casually. The other girls went to walk with the rest while you came to a quick stop beside Sangyeon before you continued walking with the others ahead of you.

“How was class?” He asked, his arm accidentally brushing against yours as you walked further down the building.

“Horrible. Can you believe he wants us to submit 10 codes by the end of this week? I swear that man wants me dead.” You groaned in annoyance, only to hear him chuckle. But what he said next, caught you by surprise.

“But I don’t want you dead.”

With that, you turned to him as a small smile appeared on your face despite the frown you had. Both of you walked in silence, just basking in the conversations of your friends when you felt a soft tickling feeling on your fingers.

You glanced down to see that his hand was playfully brushing against your fingers, making you look up to catch him already staring at you.

Sangyeon smiled at you innocently, not sure if he wanted to say anything else until he felt you slide your hand into his, lacing your fingers with his easily. Now it was his turn to look down and then back up at you. All he did was chuckle, a sound you could definitely get used to.

A week passed and it was finally the weekend. You and Sangyeon didn’t have anything planned for the day.

Or at least you thought.

You were just lounging on the couch on a beautiful Saturday evening when Sangyeon came over to plop down beside you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“You’re oddly happy? What’s going on?” You asked with a raise of your eyebrow.

“I have a surprise for you but you have to go get ready okay?”

“Get ready? It’s already 7 o’clock. Where can we go?” You asked but all you got was a soft whine from him telling you to just do it. You opted to listen as he reminded you to wear prettily. You weren’t sure where you were going so you didn’t want to either overdress or underdress.

So you opted for simple denim skinny jeans, a baby blue sleeveless top, a white long knit cardigan and a pair of beige chunky heeled sandals.

When you left your shared bedroom to go to the living room, you were surprised to see him dressed handsomely in his black skinny jeans, a white button down shirt with the first few buttons undone, along with a navy blue bomber jacket. You saw him look at your outfit from head to toe, only for him to smirk playfully at you.

“Damn, who knew my wife could look this beautiful?” Sangyeon teased, making you giggle.

“Sangyeon, I literally wear jeans everyday.”

“Exactly.”

When you realized what he was trying to say, you soon found yourself blushing as you walked over to him and gently slapped his chest with your hand. Urging him to go before you slapped that cute smirk off his face.

Sangyeon couldn’t help but laugh but nonetheless left the house in his matte black Bentley. You watched as he drove down the street, bringing you to a part of the city where you don’t remember going to before in your life. The car ride was filled with jokes and laughter coming from both of you. He distracted you too much to the point where you didn’t even notice you were already at the location he wanted to bring you.

You looked out the window and that’s when you realize, “Is this an outdoor cinema?” You gasped when you saw the open field with a large screen at the centre, along with the endless rows of couples seated on their own blankets with snacks and drinks of their preferences.

“Sangyeon… This is…” You were speechless and he could see.

He chuckled as he just stared at you with such endearment in his eyes. Some people would just call it love.

“It’s wonderful.” You finally got to finish your sentence, turning to him with a smile.

“I’m glad you think so. Now let’s go! The movie’s about to start.”

Two hours had passed and you were now a few minutes in of the second movie. You noticed some couples were starting to get comfortable on their blankets. You were starting to get tired just sitting up straight and Sangyeon noticed your subtle shifts, desperate to find a comfortable sitting position.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah. I’m okay, just a little tired from sitting up.” You explained with a bashful little smile. Just then, Sangyeon thought of an idea that was completely beyond your imagination.

Hence, when he patted the space in between his legs, you glanced down and then back at him who was seen smiling softly to you. None of it was making you feel creeped out. In fact, you felt safe and that you could trust him. After all, he was your husband anyways. Of course you trust him.

“Come here.” He said as he stared at you calmly. He wasn’t sure if you were entirely up for this but before he could take his words back, that’s when he saw you carefully crawling towards the space he patted earlier.

Once you were seated in front of him, Sangyeon scooted forward a little before he slid his arms around your waist.

He soon pulled you against his chest, before he whispered in your ear, “Comfortable?”

You turned your head to look at him but instead got slightly flustered by the close proximity that led you to feeling his lips accidentally brush against your own. You got quiet for a moment, praying that he didn’t hear the way your heart was pounding against your chest.

You couldn’t trust your voice so you opted for a soft hum to answer his question. The next few minutes, you found yourself getting more and more comfortable in his arms, putting your hands on top of his forearms as you unconsciously caressed his skin in a calming manner. All the while, Sangyeon was behind you, completely distracted from the movie in front of him.

Instead, his mind was fuzzy with how close you were to him at that very moment. This was something he never thought would happen back when he was still young.

But now that he was here with you, just cuddling at an outdoor movie theatre, he couldn’t help but want more of this. Sangyeon found himself smiling as he couldn’t help but give your sides a gentle squeeze, telling you that he was there with you and that he would never leave you.

Thankfully, you got the silent message.

Because right after he did that, you turned your head to look at him. His eyes held the galaxy. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes.

Both of you were silent but it wasn’t awkward. You didn’t know what came over you but a sense of confidence washes over you. With that being said, you carefully leaned forward to close the gap and soon pressed your lips on his.

To say he was taken aback slightly, is definitely an understatement.

But it took him less than 3 seconds to finally move his lips against yours in a smooth rhythm. You brought your right hand up to gently cup his face as you kissed him.

Sangyeon tightens his hold on you, pulling away from the kiss only to look into your eyes with such adoration. He wasn’t sure if now was the right time to express his feelings for you, but he thought, what was there to lose. So with that thinking, Sangyeon took a small breath before he uttered the 3 words he never thought he’d say to you but he did. And every single word he said at that moment, was as sincere as ever.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at him before you kissed him again in a longing kiss before pulling away and replying to him with the exact emotions you felt for him genuinely.

“I love you too, Sangyeon.”

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