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Meet Me Behind The Mall

Pairing: shy!Peter Parker x popular!Reader

Synopsis: after getting ditched by your friends, you spend a day with Peter in the mall, who’s secret you recently figured out

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In his peripheral vision, Peter could see a tiny piece of paper being pushed onto his side of the lab table. He curiously looked at it, then up at you. You nodded your head towards the note so Peter unfolded it.

“What’s the answer to number 7?” The note read. Peter glanced up at the professor before scribbling down the answer and passing the note back to you. You read his response and circled the correct answer. A few seconds passed when another note was passed across the table. Peter picked it up and opened it to reveal three hearts drawn around the words “thank u!”. Peter felt his face flush and looked over at you again. You gave him a thumbs up before going up to hand in your test.

After class, you caught up with Peter in the hallway and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Thank you so much for helping me in there. I counted up all the answers I was confident I got right and it wasn’t enough to get a pass. I just don’t get this unit.”

“You’re welcome.” Was all Peter could say. He thought about offering to tutor you or telling you he also struggled with the topic, but he felt too shy to get anything more out than a cordial response.

“I bet you did really well. You always do. God, I wish I was as good at science as you are. It’s just never come naturally to me. How do you always know the answer?” You asked him as you continued to walk together.

“Oh, I don’t know.” He shrugged and immediately scrunched his face in embarrassment. He wished he could be better at conversing with you, especially since you were always so nice to him. He saw a pack of your friends coming down the hallway and they waved you over, putting your conversation out of it’s misery.

“Bye, Peter. I’ll see you next class. Have a good weekend.” You waved to him as you ran to catch up with your large group of friends. He knew he should return the sentiment but instead stayed silent and gave you a pathetic wave back.

That night, the cheap alcohol of the frat party didn’t sit well with you so you headed home early. You were a pretty far walk from your dorm but felt too nauseas to get into a car. Instead, you started walking home and let the cold New York air calm you down.

“Where are you going, gorgeous?”

You felt panic drop in your stomach at the sound of a man’s voice somewhere in the darkness but kept walking to your dorm. The sound of footsteps behind you picked up behind you so you quickened your pace. You could still hear music coming from the party you had left so you knew people were nearby if worst came to worst.

“Hey. I’m talking to you. Where are you going?”The man asked as he caught up to you and walked beside you. You ignored him and tugged your jacket tighter around your body. He suddenly took you by the elbow and you froze in fear.

“Come on. Don’t be rude. Just give me a smile and I’ll leave you alone.” The man said with a sickening smile as he tried to get you to look at him.

“Please. I’ll give you whatever you want from my bag. Just leave me alone.” You pleaded and moved away from him. He snatched your purse from your hands and started to rummage through it.

“What the hell is this? This is just full of receipts.” He grimaced in disgust and pulled out a handful of crumbled receipts.

“I don’t want to throw them out in case I need to return something one day.” You said meekly.

“Do you even have a wallet? All I’m finding is lip gloss.” The man said as he picked up five different lip products from the bottom of your bag.

“Oh, I’m sorry you didn’t find a better person to rob.” You scoffed sarcastically. The man looked up at you with a primal look in his eyes.

“Oh, you think you’re funny? I don’t like girls who think they’re funny.” He said and gripped your elbow again. You tried to pull away but he was too strong. Before you could tell him to let to, Spiderman dropped down next to you. You cracked a smile at the sight of him and let out a sigh of relief.

“Sir, I hate to be the one to tell you this but that purse does not to with that outfit.” Peter sassed and moved his hands in dramatic exasperation.

“Huh?” The guy said and let go of you.

“Now, you better not have left a bruise on this lovely lady’s elbows or you and I are gonna have a serious problem.” Peter warned as he shot a web at the guys pants. He yanked them down and the man’s jeans fell to his ankles.

“Hm. I did not peg you for a boxers guy. Your whole vibe screams “Fruit of the Loom” tighty whities. Yet now I stand corrected.” Peter said as he tilted his head to the side. You covered your mouth and let out a laugh, making the man grow angry. He went to lunge at Peter but tripped over his dropped pants.

“Uh oh. Someone’s angry. Maybe your whities are a little too tighty.” Peter commented as he pinched his fingers together. You laughed again as Peter shot a web at your purse.

“I’ll take that.” He quipped and yanked the purse out of the man’s hands.

“Thank you!” Peter said politely as he caught your purse.

“Hey!” The man shouted.

“Hey?” Peter laughed. “You’re yelling at me like it’s yours.”

The man tried to lunge at Peter again and ended up falling flat on his face. Peter took that as his cue to wrap an arm around you and pick you up to swing you to safety. He landed a few blocks away and carefully put you down. You stared at him through the mask as he put you down, your faces just inches apart. Peter gulped and felt his entire face go red beneath the mask.

“Thank you, Spiderman.” You smiled softly at him as you slowly withdrew your arm from around his neck.

“You’re very welcome, miss. I believe this belongs to you.” He said as he put your purse back into your hands. Your eyebrows knit together suddenly in confusion and you let out a short laugh.

“Wait, Peter?” You asked, making Peter’s heart drop.

“Uh, what?” He gulped. “Who’s that? I’m your friendly neighbor Spiderman.”

“Right. Sorry. You sound just like this guy in my chemistry class.” You laughed and shook your head. Peter felt his blush spread all the way to his ears over you recognizing the sound of his voice. You ran in different circles at school, you being apart of the popular group of girls and him belonging to a small group of local nerds. That being said, your ever present kindness towards him left him to develop a small crush on you.

“Oh. Well, that’s not me. But he sounds really handsome.” Peter replied, making you laugh again.

“He is.” You nodded without an ounce of sarcasm in your voice. This piked his curiosity and he leaned in a little.

“He is?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.” You nodded. “In a hot nerd kind of way. Like Spencer Reid. But kinda short. Which I’m not sure why I’m telling you now that I hear myself.”

“It’s okay. I like that show too.” He chuckled shyly. “He sounds really cool.”

“He is really cool. At least, I think he is. But I’m not really sure. Everytime I try to talk to him, he looks away.” You sighed like you were disappointed. Peter realized you were a little drunk and probably didn’t know what you were saying. Even if that was the case, it was still nice to hear.

“Maybe he’s just shy. And doesn’t know how to look pretty girls in the eye.” Peter said as he kicked a rock around with his foot.

“That’s a shame.” You smiled sadly. “Because I think he and I could be friends if he ever learned to look at me.”

Peter stopped messing with the rock and looked up at you. There was a smallness to you tonight that shone through your party dress and heavy makeup. Your typically bright hand bubbly demeanor was cloudy by something you weren’t telling him.

“Maybe he’ll start.” He told you.

“I hope so.“ You answered honestly. “He seems nice. I could use a friend like him.”

Standing under that streetlight, Peter noticed a sadness to you for the first time. You were usually in a circle of friends all wearing smiles but right now, you seemed completely alone down to your bones.

“So how was your night?” He asked in a quiet voice. You stared off into the distance as your eyes brimmed with tears suddenly.

“Do you ever feel completely alone despite being in a room full of people you know?” You asked him.

“I do, actually. All the time.” He answered. You looked at him and smiled sadly.

“Do really, Spiderman?” You asked with hope in your voice. It wasn’t that you wanted him to feel alone. You just wanted to know you weren’t the only one who felt that way.

“I do. Is that how you felt tonight?”

“I don’t know. I guess. Sometimes I make jokes and my friends all look at each other. And they all make this face as if they’re thinking the same thing. And what they’re thinking is that I’m a freakish alien who they’re embarrassed to know. That’s how I felt tonight.”

“Well that’s no fun. And you’re not a freakish alien. You’re very funny.”

“And you know that because you’re the cute guy in my chemistry class?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“I’m not him. I’m just guessing that you’re funny. So maybe you are an alien. I don’t know. This is our first time meeting.”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes. “So how do you think you did on the last test? I actually feel pretty confident.”

“I don’t know because I didn’t take any test because I’m not the guy in your chemistry class. Now can I walk you home? It’s freezing out here and I have no jacket to offer you.”

“Sure, thanks. I’m this way.” You said and pointed in the direction of your dorm. Peter placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you towards your dorm.

“You should get a friend to walk with you next time you leave a party. It’s not safe to be out here by yourself. Especially with guys like that going around snatching purses.”

“I know. I asked my friends but they weren’t ready to leave yet.” You shrugged.

“And they let you walk home alone? Drunk? Sounds like you need some new friends.” Peter joked but you nodded in agreement.

“I know. But you know how friends can be. They still wanted to party. Why should I be their problem?” You shrugged again, making Peter frown.

“It’s not a problem to look out for you.” He said simply.

“That’s easy for you to say. You look out for everyone. It’s your job.” You reminded him.

“I’m not just saying that because of my job. It wouldn’t be a burden to take care of you no matter who I was.” Peter replied, making you stop walking. He looked at you and you looked that you had been waiting your whole life to hear what he had just said.

“Thank you.” You said with a fond smile.

“You’re very welcome.” Peter replied in an equally soft voice. You kept walking in comfortable silence until you reached the girls dorm.

“This is my dorm.” You told him. Thanks again for walking me home. And getting my purse back for me.”

“Anytime.”He nodded. “I just hope it doesn’t happen again. But if it did, you know.”

“You’d be here.” You finished his sentence.

“Exactly.” He smiled. “You can count on it.”

You couldn’t see the smile under his mask but you knew it was there. You held up your purse to show him that you had it before walking up a few of your dorm steps.

“See you at school?” You asked him.

“Don’t think so.” Peter chuckled. You squinted your eyes as if you didn’t believe him but eventually shrugged.

“That’s too bad. Good night.” You waved to him and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.

“Good night.” He called after you.

Once Monday came, you were determined to talk to Peter. You didn’t have chemistry that day so you’d have to find him elsewhere on campus. You knew he usually hung out in the library so you went there to check. Sure enough, he was at a table with his friends Ned and Miles.

“Hey, Peter.” You greeted as you walked up to him.

“H-hi.” He stammered. “What are you? I mean, how are you up? I mean, how are you? What’s up?”

“There we go.” Ned nodded. “I knew he’d get there eventually.”

“I’m good.” You replied. “How are you doing?”

“Ooo. Is this your girlfriend from chemistry class?” Miles asked as his raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Is that what you told them?” You smiled in surprise as you looked at Peter.

“No. I didn’t. I swear.“ He assured you as his entire face went red.

“He did show us the note you gave him.” Ned told you.

“Oh yeah. Three hearts. I didn’t realize you guys were so serious.” Miles teased Peter as he gave his friends a look that begged them to stop.

“I never said she was my girlfriend.” Peter whispered harshly to them. You could tell he was getting embarrassed so you played along to save him. You frowned and ran your fingers through his hair before letting your hand rest on his cheek.

“What? You didn’t tell them about us, baby?” You asked and titled your head to the side. Miles and Ned’s made surprised faces as Peters entire face went red.

“W-what?” Peter sputtered out.

“I’m messing with you.” You smiled. “But I do need to talk to you.”

“Oh, uh, okay. Sure.” Peter said and moved his bag so you could sit down. You looked at Miles and Ned and smiled timidly.

“Privately.” You clarified. Miles and Ned “oooo”ed as you walked away from their table and went into the hall.

“Dude, follow her.” Ned told him and pushed Peter up from the table. Peter nervously fixed his hair and got up to follow you.

“What’s up?” He asked once you were alone. You looked around to see who was watching before stepping closer to him.

“I just wanted to thank for getting my purse back for me. It’s my favorite bag. And my favorite lip combo was in there. You really saved me.” You said and squeezed his arm in appreciation.

“Oh, you’re welcome. Anytime.” Peter said waved his hand like it was no big deal. Your lips curved into a wicked smile and Peter realized his mistake.

“Shit.” He whispered as you jumped up and down and clapped your hands.

“I knew it!” You whispered. “I knew that was your voice!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said quickly.

“Yes you do.” You grinned and poked him in the chest.

“I really don’t.” He shrugged but he knew he was caught.

“Then why are you so flustered right now?” You folded your arms to ask him. Peter touched his burning cheek and debated telling you his face always did that around you.

“I’m not.” He lied.

“Your face is hot.” You pointed out as you touched a cold hand to his cheek.

“Psht. Your face is hot.” He scoffed and pushed your hand away.

“Thank you.” You said pointedly. “But you and I both know that I figured out your little secret. There’s no point in denying it now.”

“I don’t have any secrets. So you don’t know anything.”

“Come on, Peter.” You whined. “I’ve been waiting all weekend to tell you that I know. I wanted to text you but I don’t have your number and I couldn’t find you on Instagram. You have one, don’t you?”

“I’m not on social media.” He told you.

“Okay. That’s serial killer behavior but I’m willing to look past it if you confirm my suspicions.” You said and excitedly drummed your fingers on your chin.

“I’m not Spiderman. So I cannot confirm your suspicions.” He whispered for only you to hear. You smirked a little before shrugging.

“I guess you can’t.” You sighed. “It’s weird though, right?”

“What’s weird?” He wondered.

“That I never said you were Spiderman. I just thanked you for getting my purse.” You said with a coy smile. Peter hung his head in shame as he confirmed to you for the second time that he was in fact Spiderman.

“I knew it! I knew it was you. I even recognized the way you walk.” You said proudly.

“What do you know about the way I walk?” He asked with a shy smile.

“You walk really stiff like you’re holding two invisible briefcases.” You explained and demonstrated for him with a near perfect imitation of how he walked.

“What? No I don’t. Oh wait. Yeah, I kinda do.” He realized as he watched you.

“You definitely do. Now can you please just tell me I’m right? I’ve been thinking about it all weekend. I need to hear you tell me I was right.” You begged him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Peter playfully rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sighed.

“You right.” He mumbled.

“Yes! I knew I was right!” You cheered. “Everything makes sense now. That’s why you’re always disappearing or yawning or bruised. You’re probably up every night getting girls purses, aren’t you?”

“Not always purses.” He instead. “Sometimes it’s bikes. And one time, a mean chihuahua.”

“Wow.” You said with genuine amazement. “So how long have you been doing this?”

“Since I was 15.”

“15? Damn. I was exhausted from working 4 hours a week at Kohl’s at 15. How do you do it? You must be so tired.” You frowned and rubbed his arm kindly.

“It’s tiring but someone has to do it.” He shrugged. “Just like someone has to hand out Kohl’s cash.”

“Thats true.” You chuckled. “And that’s a very selfless way to look at it.”

“Oh. Thank you.” He smiled shyly. “But please, you can’t tell anyone about this. Nobody else knows.”

“Duh.” You replied. “This is our secret.”

“Yeah. Ours.” He smiled and felt his face heat up at the mention of something belonging to only the two of you. Your moment was cut short by one of your friends coming up to you and completely disregarding Peter.

“Hey, girl. I need your notes from class today.” She said to you.

“Oh, sure. How come you weren’t there?” You asked her.

“Liz and I went got coffee instead.” She replied. Peter could tell you were hurt they didn’t ask you to come get coffee but you just smiled and nodded.

“I’ll text them to you.” You told her.

“Thanks. Let’s go to the library. I need you to look at my English paper and tell me if it’s good.” She said and nodded towards the library. You looked at Peter and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Bye, Peter. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” You told him before leaving with your friend.

“Why were you talking to that lesbian?” Your friend asked you as you walked away.

“That wasn’t a lesbian. That was my friend Peter.” He heard you tell her before going into the library. He watched you disappear and let out a little sigh. He knew he was going to over analyze that entire conversation for probably the rest of his life, or at least until the next time you spoke.

That weekend, Peter headed to the mall a few blocks from campus to do some wandering by himself since Ned was busying. He did a little shopping before taking a seat on the mall fountain to check his texts. He was so engrossed in his phone that he didn’t notice you walk up to him.

“Well, well, well.” You chuckled, making him look up at you and blush.

“It’s a fountain, actually.” Peter deadpanned, making you crack a smile.

“You’re stupid. Move over.” You laughed and sat beside him. Your knees were touching which made Peters face warm up the way it always seemed to around you.

“Should I be worried? I’m starting to think you might be stalking me.” He teased you.

“Excuse me? I was just walking around and saw you. You’re the one who keeps ending up placed I’m already in.”

“Sounds like something a stalker would say.” He said out of the corner of his mouth.

“You wish I was your stalker. Now come on, give me the haul. What did you buy?” You asked him and nodded towards his bag.

“Socks and boxers.” He smiled proudly and held up his items.

“Oh shit. You did not come to play.”

“I really didn’t.” He played along, making you laugh again. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile and he stared back with a matching one.

“What?” He wondered.

“You’re talking to me.”

“So?” He laughed shyly. “You’re talking to me.”

“No, I mean, like. Full eye contact. And full sentences. Who is this man? I’ve been waiting to meet him forever.” You teased him and he playfully rolled his eyes.

“I guess it’s easier to talk to you now that you know my secret. You’re not as scary anymore.”

“I was scary before?” You gasped and pretended to be offended.

“Yes. Girls like you are very terrifying to me.”

“Girls like me?” You smiled coyly.

“Pretty girls who are nice to me. I really wish you were a giant snake or the multi-bear from Gravity Falls or something. That’s way less scary.” He insisted.

“You’d rather talk to the multi-bear than me?”You scoffed. “I have half a mind to forget about you and go stalk some other guy.”

“No, please. Stay. I forgot how awkward it is to shop alone and I still need to get a belt.” He pretended to beg and put a hand on your leg to get you to stay. You looked at the hand on your leg and cracked a smile at the unexpected contact from him.

“Well I would never abandon a man on a belt quest.” You replied, making him laugh.

“Thank you. What about you? What are you looking for?”

He could have said “shopping for” but that’s not what he meant. He wanted to know what you were looking for. You cracked a smile as if you understood what he was asking.

“Better friends, actually. Have you seen any?” You asked with a playful but sad smile.

“I just saw your friends in H&M.” He told you and pointed to the store. You shrugged a little and shook your head.

“Yeah. I saw them too. After they all told me they were busy today and couldn’t hang out.” You admitted without looking at him. Peter frowned and moved closer to you.

“They came here without you?”

“I asked them to hang out. They all said they couldn’t. But now I’m getting a sneaking suspicion there’s a second group chat that I’m not in.” You laughed but he knew it was fake.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“I came here to cheer myself up and ended up feeling 200 times worse when I saw them all hanging out without me. I didn’t even say anything to them because I didn’t want them to feel bad for not inviting me. Not that they ever care when they make me feel bad.” You laughed again but it ended up in a sigh. You stared at your shoes for a second and Peter stayed silent.

“Girls suck.” You said after a beat. “Not always, of course, but when they suck, they really suck. They know how painful it can be to be the only one left out. But they still did it to me. I don’t understand why.”

“Neither do I. I thought those girls were your friends?”

“I don’t know. I kinda saw this coming.” You admitted. “I started to notice that I was always the one texting first. And always the one trying to make plans. And when they did text me, they were asking me for something. It was never just to check in on me.”

“That’s really hurtful. I’m sorry. I’ve been there too. It sucks when you realize that if you stopped reaching out to someone, you’d probably never speak again.” Peter replied, making you smile sadly at him.

“Exactly. Or when you wonder how long it would take them to notice if you stopped reaching out. And worse, wonder if they’d notice at all.”

“No one deserves to feel that way. Especially not someone as kind and considerate as you. You really do need new friends.” He nodded in agreement, making you genuinely laugh this time.

“We’re friends, right? Because I know your secret.”

“We can be friends.” Peter nodded, bringing a smile out of you.

“Thanks.” You told him and gave his shoulder a rub. Peter felt a sudden burst of confidence and decided to keep the momentum he had built.

“You’re probably gonna say no to this, but Ned and I were gonna get sandwiches and then build legos together tomorrow. You can come, if you’d like.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to give me a pity invite to your sandwich and Lego party.” You told him.

“It’s not a pity invite. I want you to be there. It would make me happy to have you around.” Peter answered, making you smile once again. It was the simple change from “you can come” to “I wanted you to be there” that made all the difference.

“Do you want to hang out with me today?” You asked him.

“Yeah. I do.” He said immediately. You stood up and held out your hand for him to take.

“Come on. Let’s go look at the home decor.”

Peter took your hand and let you pull him towards the home decor store in the mall. He awkwardly ran ahead of you so that he could open the door for you but it was worth it when he saw you smiling.

“Thank you.” You said curtly and walked inside. He followed you around the store like a puppy dog and listened to your commentary on the various throw pillows and wall art as if it was words from a prophet.

“This would be perfect for you.” You gasped and held up an old Halloween pillow that had a sequenced spiderweb on it along with a spider made up of mostly fallen off beads.

“Is my job a joke to you?” He laughed and flicked the pillow.

“I mean, I did see some funny videos of you online. How often do you miss your webs and fall into bushes?”

“Bushes are rare, actually. It’s usually car hoods and hot dog stands.” He admitted.

“Ouch.” You grimaced. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“No. Hot dog stands are really soft.” He said seriously. You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store.

“I love that I’m the only one that knows this about you.” You told him.

“You really do, don’t you?” He realized with an amused smile.

“Well, yeah. I always knew there was something about you and learning this vindicated me so hard.”

“Something about me? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You’re so allusive.” You shrugged. “Always disappearing and reappearing from places. Not on any sports teams but will never miss when throwing something into the trash from across the room. Knows all the answers in chemistry but never raises his hand. Ripped but hides it under Catholic school boy sweaters. I always wondered about you. Now I know.”

“Wow. You pick up on a lot of details. Nobody’s ever really noticed me like that.” Peter said as he looked at the ground so you wouldn’t see how flustered that made him.

“That you know of.” You corrected. “Because I noticed you a long time ago and you had no idea until now.”

“I notice you too.” He said as he looked into your eyes. You smiled at the eye contact and stayed looking at him.

“So, uh, were you just messing with me when you told Spiderman that you thought I was, you know.”

“A hot nerd?”

“Yeah. That.” He laughed shyly.

“I wasn’t messing with you.” You shrugged. “Or him. Either of you. I meant what I said.”

“So did I. I really don’t know how to talk to pretty girls.”

“We’re just regular people. Aside from our razor sharp teeth and detachable feet.”

“Why would you need to detach your feet?” He laughed.

“I don’t know but I used to have these dolls when I was younger where you’d yank their whole foot off to change their shoes. And they’d just have a little nub until you put new feet on them. God forbid you lose one of their shoes. Then they have no feet and had to walk around my dollhouse with nubs”.

“To be a woman is to perform.” He nodded along.

“Shut up.” You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store. You ended up buy some statue of an animal that you mentioned your mom liked to collect and Peter carried your bag for you into the next store.

“So who else knows about this secret? Besides us two.” You asked as you flipped through a clothing rack.

“My best friend. But that’s because he accidentally walked in on me in my suit. And my aunt. Who found out in the exact same way.”

“Sounds like you need to invest in a giant trench coat to cover yourself with when entering and exiting your room.” You told him.

“That’s a really good idea, actually. Do you think they sell those here?” He asked, making you laugh.

“So I was the first to figure it out?”

“You were. And now I’m really hoping it’s not obvious.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s obvious. I’m just very observant.”

“Of everything or just me?” He asked you.

“Just you.” You teased, making him blush again.

“What else have you observed about me?” He wondered.

“A few things, actually. You keep flexing your hand and I’m starting to think you’re working up the nerve to hold mine. That or you’re fighting the urge to punch me so I’m hoping it’s the former. I also observed that you haven’t checked your phone once since I found you and you’re letting me pick all the stores we go into.”

“Wow. And what do your observations tell you?”

“That you like me.” You said simply and continued looking at the clothes.

“What?” Peter sputtered. “No I don’t.”

��Says the boy who got my purse back from a burglar. Classic crush culture right there.” You clicked your tongue and shook your head.

“What?” He laughed. “That is not what I do when I have a crush on a girl. That’s just my job.”

“All right then. So what do you do when you have a crush?”

“Avoid eye contact and hope she likes shy tendencies. And open doors for her, obviously.” Peter said as he opened the door for you into the next store.

“Good to know.” You said and gave him a pleased smile as you passed him. He continued to follow you down the aisles of the store while holding your collection of clothes you wanted to try on.

“So why spiders? I’ve always wondered why you named yourself after arguably the worst bug of all time. Why not something more palatable like Lady Bug Man? Or Moth Man and then you could live under a bridge and spook people?” You asked as you handed him another dress for you to try on.

“It was a spider bite that gave me the abilities, actually. That’s where I got the name.” He explained as you disappeared behind a changing room curtain. You opened it up after a few seconds in one of the dresses you had taken off the rack.

“Really? I never would’ve guessed that. I’m learning so much right now.” You said as you turned around and moved your hair away from your neck. Peter blushed and picked up what you were implying and zipped the dress for you. You turned back around and gave him a grateful smile.

“What else do you want to know?” He asked with a shy smile. He usually categorized himself as shy and never wanting to be the center of attention, but right now he was hoping you had more questions to ask him. He liked being the center of attention when it was your attention he was getting.

“Why red and blue?” You wondered.

“Red for my mom’s red hair and blue for the car my dad drove.” Peter said out loud for the first time.

“Aw, Peter.” You pouted. “That’s really beautiful. I love that.”

“Thank you. I never told anybody that before.” He admitted.

“Hm. Something else just between us, then.” You winked at him before shutting the dressing room curtain again.

When you left that store, Peter opened the door for you on the way out with his free hand and held your bags with his other hand. As you walked through the mall, yours hands kept bumping against each others. It happened so many times in a row that Peter was starting to think he was doing it on purpose.

“You can, you know. If you want to.” You said without looking at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter lied as your hands bumped once again.

“Okay. Never mind, then.” You replied and kept walking. Peter decided to do something for once and took your hand. You didn’t say anything but smirked and gave his hand a squeeze. You stayed holding hands as you went to a few more stores and ended up back by the fountain. Through the streams of water, you suddenly spotted the very group of friends that had left you out.

“Oh God. It’s them.” You gasped and stopped short. Peter thought you were going to drop his hand but you didn’t.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked. “I can stick to the wall if that at all helps.”

“Well I’m definitely gonna need to see that at some point but not right now. I need to hide.” You decided and looked around for the nearest exit. During your search, you heard the sound of your friends laughing and it made your stomach drop. You didn’t want to run away anymore and pretend that the things they did didn’t hurt you. They did. And it was time they knew that.

“Actually, no.” You decided. “Why should I hide to make them more comfortable? They did something mean to me. I shouldn’t run away just so they don’t have to face what they did. I should go talk to them.”

“Let’s do it.” Peter agreed and you smiled. You blew out a nervous breath before walking up to the group of girls.

“Hey guys! So glad your schedules freed up.” You greeted them with a friendly smile. They all froze and either looked down at the ground or at you with stunned expressions. You took your time looking at every one of their guilty faces with an unamused expression.

“We were gonna text you.” Liz said quickly.

“Don’t even worry about it.” You told her. “In fact, don’t text me ever again. I deserve friends who include me. Not people who keep me around just in case they need something from me.”

“So what? You’re gonna ditch us to hang out with losers?” Liz scoffed and looked at Peter. You felt bad that Peter had caught a stray but he wasn’t phased.

“You’re the ones who just lost a good friend. And missed out on a fun day at the mall with the coolest girl in New York. So I’m pretty sure that makes you guys the losers.” Peter stated. Everyone, including you, was shocked to hear those words out of the notoriously shy Peter’s mouth. You looked at him and gave him a grateful smile.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “You guys are losers. You all say bad things about each other behind each other’s back and I’m sure you did the same to me so I can’t say I’m gonna miss this friend group. But I do have to thank you for ditching me or else I wouldn’t have found a real friend.”

“Who? This lesbian?” One of the other girls scoffed and gestured to Peter.

“Yeah.” Peter snapped. “This lesbian.“

“Now if you’ll excuse us, Peter needs to find a belt.” You said and walked away with Peter following right behind you. You didn’t drop his hand as you did a half walk half run through the mall as adrenaline rushed through you. Once you were far enough away from them, you stopped running.

“That felt good.” You said through an out of breath laugh.

“For me too.” Peter agreed. “And I was almost entirely uninvolved in that situation.”

“Come on. I wanna do the Photo Booth and immortalize this day.” You said and excitedly pulled him into the Photo Booth. Peter shut the curtain while you picked the boarder for the pictures, purposefully choosing one that had red hearts all over it.

“Okay. We only have five seconds between pictures so you have to pick your poses quickly.” You told him as the countdown began.

“But I’m so awkward. I don’t know how to pose.” Peter said as the countdown dwindled down.

“Just smile and look like you like me.” You said and pressed your cheek against his to smile for the camera. The camera flashed and you slung your arm around him for the next photo. The camera flashed again and Peter gulped.

“I do like you.” He said in a soft voice as he turned to look at you.

You looked at him and leaned in just as the camera flashed. You were still kissing when the fourth and final flash went off but you didn’t care. You pulled Peter closer by his shirt while his hands snaked around your waist. You pushed him away suddenly with a suspicious look on your face.

“Wait, do the webs, like, come out of your butt ever?”

“What? No.” He laughed. “They don’t come out of me at all. I built devices and developed a web fluid to shoot out of them. I don’t actually produce webs.”

“Oh. Okay.” You nodded and pulled him back into a kiss. He kissed you back for a moment before pulling away.

“Wait, would that have been a deal breaker if I did? Produce webs, I mean.” He asked you.

“I mean, I’d still like you but I don’t know if I could date a guy who could physically produce webs in his body. I just think that would really gross me out. Producing webs is I think where I’d have to draw the line.”

“So does that mean you’d date a guy who doesn’t produce webs?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Isn’t that every guy?” You pointed out.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess it kinda is.” He realized. “Well, would you date a guy who is far more likely to shoot webs from his butt than the average man? Given his spider themed career path?”

“Well, I don’t know. I never thought about that before.” You pursed your lips and pretended to give it genuine though. Peter playfully rolled his eyes at you and cupped your face to kiss you again.

“What do you think now?” He asked with your face still in his hands.

“I think I would.” You smiled and tugged his shirt to bring him back into a kiss.

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gemini-sensei · 8 months ago

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On the previous episode | On this episode...

Reader's heat is a beast all its own. Because she doesn't have pre heats, her body makes up for it by having g intense heats. She's almost never satiated and constantly in need of something from her partners. As Hawk and Moon realize this, they try to keep up.

Moon is constantly cleaning them up, running baths, and bringing them food and lots of water. She jumps in to take over for her alpha when he's too tired to keep going, needing a break. She knows she can't satisfy Reader's heat like she needs her too, but she tries her all. When Hawk taps back in, Moon slips out of the house for an hour or two only to come back with a pretty harness and a big fat knotted dildo to help when it's her turn again.

As for Hawk, when he's tired, he's not always off the hook. He knows the omega needs him and so he lays back and tells her to use him as she needs while he catches his breath. Reader rides his cock and knot like there's no tomorrow, moaning for the alpha loud and biting her lip when his cock hits that special spot. In moments like this, Moon is massaging Hawk's muscles and feeding him little power snacks. They're working together to ensure Reader isn't miserable during this nasty storm of a heat.

When it's finally over days later, Reader is drop dead tired. She literally drops onto the mattress and falls asleep almost instantly. She'll sleep for hours after that, satisfied with a belly full of cum and the unbearable desire to be fucked passed. Moon runs a nice hot bath for her and Hawk that he has to carry Reader to. He sits her down in the tub and he sits behind her. She lays against his chest as his hands massage her sore hips. Moon makes quick work of changing the bedsheets and putting them in the wash before she comes to join them. She's thankful for their large bath and jets system 😏 it's so relaxing and exactly what the three of them need after that hellish heat.

When Reader's mind is clear, they ask her if her heats have always been like that. She tells them yes and that sadly most alphas don't want to deal with an omega that's so needy during their heats. Hawk gets a little huffy at that because his alpha instinct tells him to always take care of his omega, so how could another alpha ignore her needs like that? It's disgusting. But his moody is quickly changed when Reader thanks him and Moon for sticking through it with her.

"It's the best heat I think I've ever had..." she admits, a little embarrassed.

Moon assures her that it was nothing even though it was a bit challenging. Bottom line: they're always going to be there for her.

Hawk can't help but laugh, though. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. You fucked me dry."

They let the house clear of the musky smell of sex before they talk more about how their relationship has changed. It's a few days after it all, allowing the three of them to get back to a somewhat normal schedule. Reader is preparing dinner with Moon one night when Hawk comes in saying they need to talk. He's rambling about how he can't dance around the topic anymore and he needs to know what the three of them are, are they in a relationship with Reader or not, what is this that they're doing? He was fine before the heat when they didn't say anything about it, but after trying to bond with Reader during her heat, he can't ignore it anymore.

While he's still rambling and talking through his thoughts, Reader looks at Moon and Moon simply nods at her. Reader then jumps Hawk and shuts him up with a kiss. He's immediately responsive, wrapping his arms around her and holding her soft, pudgy body against his as they kiss so intensely.

When they part, she tells him, "I'd be honored to be yours and Moon's mate."

They forget about dinner and share and intimate moment in Moon's nest to go about making Reader their mate officially. They're so gentle with her, Moon kissing Reader while Hawk bites her bond spot, then letting Moon have a go at it. Hawk holds her close as she bites over the place Moon has and marks him as her alpha too. Then it's Moon's turn. It's a whole thing that they don't take lightly, celebrating each other with kisses and cuddles and laughter. When it's over, they're all so happy and spend time scenting each other, especially Hawk and Moon scenting Reader to ensure that everyone knows she's theirs now. No way are they ever going to let her get away.

And Reader is so happy. All her other partners never wanted to be hers in the long run. They never wanted her as a mate. Now she has two mates and she's theirs and she feels special. She feels wanted and loved. It's an amazing feeling.

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0097linersb · 1 year ago

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Meddle About Pt.2 (Last)

Pairings: Haechan x Reader / Jeno x Reader (Briefly Mentioned)

Genre: Smut

Summary: Mark doesn’t think you or Haechan would have a problem with killing each other, not even bat an eye at it in fact.

Word count: 11.2k ish

A/N: I love y´all sorry this took so long. ALSO! FOLLOW ME ON MY NEW TWITTER @wooyodefender we can chat there

Part 1

“I don´t get it, you guys already fucked so why isn´t the bet ove-”

“We didn´t fuck,” You and Haechan corrected a confused Jisung at the same time, except the two of you had very different tones when delivering the message.

“Are you just letting anyone watch now because I´m intere-”

“I´m begging you to not finish that sentence,” Jeno interrupted Jaemin, rubbing his face harshly out of stress. You gently touched Jeno´s hands so he would stop stretching his skin, looking out for any future wrinkles on that pretty face.

The chaotic scene definitely didn´t match your current environment - which consisted of a breakfast place, one of those where the cooks look like they haven´t showered in weeks, piles of waffles, bacon and the shittiest coffee you have ever tasted filling the tables. The restaurant was full of families with loud annoying kids running around - Maybe Donghyuck could go play with them. It was hell, but hey, that was hangover brunch.

Maybe it was the universe´s way of punishing you for allowing whatever happened with Donghyuck to... well, happen.

“I´m just glad the two of you are finally getting along,” Mark tried changing the subject, smiling at his best friends who for the first time looked like they weren´t going to punch each other at any given moment.

“We are absolutely not,” But you were more than happy to burst his bubble. “In fact, I have never been more disgusted by Donghyuck before.”

“That´s not what you sa-”

You interrupted Haechan with a fake smile, using your best customer service voice to not upset Mark so early in the morning as you stabbed your pancakes, “You can shut the fuck up now, thank you.”

“So, he slept over and no sex?” Chenle teasingly pushed his friend as he laughed in his face. “You really have no game - ”

“Speaking of which: Mark, please control your bitch, she made me sleep on the couch without a pillow or a blanket.”

“I should have kicked you out to sleep on the street, you fucking -”

“Ok, enough! It´s only Monday and I´m still too hungover to deal with you two,” Mark rolled his eyes, rubbing circles into his temples.

“So, when are you fucking?” Jisung asked, returning to the original topic where his single neuron was still parked at.

You groaned and buried your face in Jeno´s shoulder, the man gently patting your head to calm you down, “Can we all please stop reminding me of that?”

“Probably this Saturday or the next,” Haechan ignored you.

“Do we have it freaking scheduled? Ew.”

“Why? Did you want me sooner?” The man teased you, an annoying fake pout on his face. “Awn, someone´s eager.”

Jeno had to physically hold you back from smacking Haechan down after his comment, “I would rather bungee jump without the -”

“What a cliché, Y/N. You can do better than that-”

“Let´s not speak on the subject until then,” Mark cut you off, his tone was strict and final.

★

Somehow, as if it was even possible, Haechan managed to become even more insufferable after the recent events. Firstly, because now that he knew you were slightly attracted to him – and also knew you were not happy about it - the man had massive leverage on your fights. Secondly, as previously stated, the thought of finding Haechan even remotely alluring had you wanting to take a nap on the highway during rush hour every time you caught yourself even considering his appearance, causing your stress levels to be significantly higher ever since. Lastly, if there is one thing Haechan has always been, is cocky, and now... Oh, now he was just unstoppable, and you hated yourself for thinking it was kind of hot.

Kind of.

But as equally annoying.

Now, you caught yourself staring at the man, lost in thought, more often than you´d like to admit, and he managed to catch you every-single-fucking-time, sending you an annoying wink like he was hot shit.

Which maybe he was.

You didn´t understand how he could accept being into you so easily when you wanted to throw up at the thought that maybe you were excited that he was going to fuck you some time soon. Before everything that went down, the two of you would just simply offend each other to your hearts 'desires, but now there was a sudden shift in your dynamic as he started hitting on you nonstop, which somehow managed to annoy you more than when he would call you the most degrading offensive things he could think of - which he could probably be arrested for if anyone from outside your group heard a minute of your conversations.

“You do know you´re going to die alone and miserable, right?” You asked him Thursday night, after only an hour and a half around him, figuring that was your time-around-Haechan limit.

“I don´t think I will,” He smiled at you, a condescending tone to his voice as he leaned back against his seat.

“Oh, I can assure you. No one can put up with you for long enough.”

“Everyone puts up with me just fine. Have you ever considered maybe you´re the problem?”

“As if- ”

“It´s ok baby, I´ll fix your attitude when I fu-”

“Can you two shut the fuck up and just never talk again?” Mark looked stressed as he reminded you and Haechan that you were not alone at the restaurant table. “I swear to God I´m going to start leaving one of you out from each group hang out.”

“It would be the best thing you have ever done,” You assured Mark.

“C´mon, I´d miss you,” Haechan sent you a flying kiss. “You´re nice to look at.”

“I will stab you in the eyes to assure you never look at me aga-”

“If any of you say another world I´ll drag you outside by the ear.”

You did shut up after that because you honestly felt kind of bad for Mark, he genuinely loved the two of you and you´ve been making his life hell by not getting along. At the same time, it´s not like you haven´t tried! When you first met Haechan, after only 5 minutes with him, you were already sure you disliked the man; but you made an effort for Mark, you spent weeks trying to make yourself grow any positive feelings towards Haechan, or just anything that didn´t involve strong wishes of strangling him, but the man never returned any of your efforts, always wanting to hog Mark all to himself and bad mouth you to the man, so you gave up -

Wait.

Donghyuck had really nice fucking hands.

Which you unfortunately noticed as he places more meat on the grill occupying the center of the table between your friends after Mark made the two of you change seats so you´d sit far away from each other. His fingers were just somehow very delicate and clean but manly at the same time, he had big hands and veins appearing through his skin, his long fingers adorned by rings – Did he always wear rings? Because they were surely doing something to you.

And with that thought process, you were suddenly reminded those fingers had been inside of you and you had to cross your legs to contain the very sudden and very fast pulsing that started between them. You let your forehead meet the table in a very loud thud as you groaned in frustration. Every day that passed made you despite Haechan a little bit more.

When the weekend did come, your group´s chaotic schedule didn´t allow you a time window to complete the second part of the bet, although you did meet. It was a common friend´s birthday, a small get-together at his place to celebrate another year and even though there were suggestions that you could finish the bet that night, you were absolutely not about to get fucked on Doyoung´s bed. Also, Haechan had some things to do and had texted the group chat he would be late to the party – Chenle had informed you Haechan had a date and you prayed to all gods out there that he would bring the girl along so he would leave you alone for once.

When he did show up though, he was in fact, unaccompanied. But the main point was that Lee Donghyuck, had dyed his hair a light shade of brown that had you wanting to swallow down your own fist. Ok, maybe you could fuck on Doyoung´s bed after all.

But Haechan´s leather jacket and rings stayed on during sex.

What?

No!

Fuck, maybe you just needed to get laid, it has been a while. Would Jeno mind taking whatever you had a step further?

“Hello friends,” Haechan greeted his friends before turning to you. “Hello stalker.”

“What? Why stalker?”

“I don´t know, the way you´re looking at me seems pretty obsessive,” He shrugged as he jumped over the couch to take a seat in front of you, who was sitting on the floor.

“You´re delusional.”

“It´s ok,” He assured you, accepting a drink from Doyoung who was walking around welcoming and giving everyone attention like a good host. “I like them crazy.”

“Because that´s the only crowd you can pull.”

“Let´s remember who was begging me just a week ago,” He winked at you before taking a sip from his glass, you along with all the boys around gagging at his comment.

“I thought we were forbidden from talking about the subject,” Jaemin informed.

“I did my best,” Mark sighed. “I give up on these two, just kill each other for all I care.”

Haechan and you managed to prove once again Mark´s repulsive argument that the two of you were basically the same person when you replied by asking at the exact same time, “Who would you rather survived?”

“Right now? I hope none of you.”

“Cold,” You pouted at Mark before turning to the other man. “C´mon, Donghyuck and I are besties, soon he will even give me his computer and his most precious hoodie. If that isn´t friendship I don´t know what is.”

“You really think you´ll win, huh?” At least Haechan looked amused.

“I don´t know, did you get your date there today?”

“What date?”

“Chenle said you were on a date.”

“He told me he had a date,” Chenle corrected.

“You mean I hanged out with a friend so she could dye my hair?”

“Same thing,” Chenle shrugged. “Didn´t you already fuck her before?”

“Yeah, but that doesn´t make it a date. We were at her hair salon – Wait,” Haechan stopped mid-sentence to look at you. “Awn, are you jealous?”

“Donghyuck, I´ll put this the nicest way that I can so Mark doesn't have a nervous breakdown: Why the hell would I be jealous?”

“I don´t know, there´s really no reason for it. If you want me just say so and I´m all yours-”

“Ok, I can´t take this anymore. I know Mark asked us to not talk about it and I was very happy to oblige but I have some matters to discuss,” You interrupted Haechan.

“Yeah, whatever,” Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Go for it, see if I care.”

“Let´s make a rule that when we reach the 4 minutes mark and Donghyuck has already lost, we have to stop everything immediately.”

“We can´t do that,” Jeno carefully informed you, already prepared for the murderous glare you sent his way.

“And why not?”

“Since we couldn´t bet on the same thing you two, we bet on how long Haechan would take,” Jaemin explained.

Oh, right. You remember very clearly betting on 6 hours because it was simply not going to happen. Jaemin, who went for the 12 minutes mark went as far as asking you to have at least some faith on his friend.

You could argue that now that you and Donghyuck had some form of sexual encounter, he already knew your body a bit better and that was kind of cheating, but then you reminded yourself that none of the guys knew what actually happened that night after the club and you´d rather leave it that way, so you simply sighed in defeat. It´s not like Haechan did much besides literally putting is fingers inside of you, so you guessed that didn´t really count either.

“Cheer up, princess. You´re about to have the time of your life,” Haechan smirked at you and you answered him by chugging your drink in misery.

For the rest of the night, you tried avoiding Donghyuck like the plague because if you thought about how his rings would feel around your neck one more time, you would be forced to punch the guy and cause a scene – You liked Doyoung enough to not do that on his birthday. It wasn´t a full-out house party, but there were enough people around to make it possible to stay far away from Haechan, at least for a while, until he decided he didn´t want to let you have a peaceful night after all.

And so you drank.

“Daydreaming about me?” He sat next to you on the couch. Jeno had left you alone for a single second to grab more beer for fuck´s sake.

“You wish.”

“I do, in fact.”

“Can´t you find literally any other girl to torment?”

“But it´s so fun annoying you, though,” He smiled. “You look hot when you´re mad.”

“Take your degradation kink elsewhere, thank you very much.”

“Will do, wanna come with?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“C´mon. We don´t have to fuck, you´ve been staring at my thighs the whole night, you could just ride them-”

“Oh my god, leave me alone.”

“Well, let me tell you something,” He informed before turning his body in your direction so that he could lower his voice, suddenly deep against your ear. “I appreciate your act, it´s cute, really. But there´s no one looking. If we go somewhere, we can come back, and no one would know a thing. You could stop pretending you haven´t been clenching at the thought of my fingers the whole week and I could do all the fun things I´ve been thinking about-”

You could sense his smirk at the way your body violently twitched. It was only once, but it was one time too many.

“Oh. Wanna know what things?” He teased.

You could just stand up and leave. But you didn´t really want to?

So you simply crossed your legs and took a deep breath to try and sort your mind out.

His chuckle hit the sensitive skin on your neck, “I´ll take that as a yes.”

And then his palm found your thigh once again, holding it from the inside like it was his, “I know we can´t actually fuck, but I think there are things that can be even more fun, don´t you? You know what I can´t stop thinking about ever since I´ve seen your pretty little pussy? How much I want to eat you out. You sound so good, I´d love nothing more than have you sitting on my face for hours-”

You took another shaky breath, nails digging deep into your own right thigh, “Donghyuck.”

“Yes?”

“I will go to the kitchen get another drink and you will let me.”

He laughed once again but retrieved his hand from your body, “You know where to find me.”

And unfortunately, you did, because later, after a few more drinks and 1 very frustrating hour of trying to focus on anything else other than your panties sticking to your skin, you found yourself grabbing Donghyuck´s arm to get his attention while he talked to some guys you didn´t know.

“Yes, princess?”

You ignored the pet name and everyone´s eyes on you for your own sake, “Can you please follow me?”

His cocky smile had you immediately regretting your impulsive choices, “Always.”

You groaned but accepted when he grabbed your hand and motioned for you to lead the way, which you did, practically running up the stairs so none of your friends would see you before getting the two of you inside a bathroom and locking the door.

“What do you want?” He amusedly raised his eyebrow at you, his body leaning against the bathroom sink now that you were alone and the music wasn´t so loud.

“Don´t pretend to be dense,” You called him out before pulling him down by his shirt so you could smash your lips together.

He smirked into the kiss before getting into it, wasting no time pressing you against the bathroom door as his tongue entered your mouth to match your desperation. When his hands found your hips to pull you closer, a moan escaped your lips and he groaned, his grip on you tightening enough to bruise your skin.

Your hands in turn found their way around his neck, pulling harshly on his hair so he would get the message and just do something before you regretted bringing him here. You didn´t need foreplay this time, you already had hours of your very creative mind flashing images and trying to drive you crazy, all you needed was someone´s fingers inside of you – And maybe they had to be Haechan´s.

Thankfully, Donghyuck somehow got the message and pulled your thighs up around his waist, so he could carry you over to the sink as you two practically devoured each other, like air wasn´t something necessary for human survival, but his lips sure were. You used your legs wrapped around him to grind his crotch against yours and he groaned at you, “Don´t play dirty.”

“Then do something.”

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Do I?” He played dumb, suddenly stepping away from you like that was just perfect timing to be a fucking little tease. “I can go grab you a drink if that´s what you mean-”

“Good luck with that boner out there.”

“Yeah, gonna find someone I can actually fuck.”

“Oh my god, just fucking finger me please,” You groaned in surrender, letting your head hit the mirror behind you in frustration.

The biggest smirk filled his face as he closed the distance between you in satisfaction once again, eyes shining in victory, “That´s what I like to hear. Good girl.”

“Don´t be condescending.”

“C´mon, I know you like it,” He teased before his lips met yours once again.

He bit your bottom lip to be annoying before licking inside your mouth so you would let him do his thing – And since you had already thrown your dignity out the window an hour ago on Doyoung´s very elegant couch, you just let him. The man must have gathered how desperate you were from the way you were kissing him back, because he simply found your panties under your skirt and slid them right off with no ceremony, before his palms were pulling your thighs open and he found his place in between them.

“Hand,” He ordered.

For once, his voice didn´t sound like he was teasing you or playing around. It was just a plain order looming over you and you liked it, being able to forget who you were and who was standing in between your legs, your hand raising in front of him without even knowing what for. You watched in shock as he took two of his rings out and put them on your finger, before moving to the next one.

“Leave them on,” You quietly pleaded, kind of ashamed of yourself for liking the idea and not believing you actually said that out loud. It just escaped.

He smiled at your tone, “I´d love to, but these would really hurt.”

“Oh.”

“It´s ok, I´ll leave the ones on the other hand,” Haechan assured as he finished putting all his rings on you and his mouth met yours once again.

You always kind of expected that for a kiss to be good and effective, it needed to have a build-up, to start slow and make its way up – But Donghyuck had a way of reminding whoever he was kissing of how needy he made them in just a few seconds. His mouth was working so good against yours that it was almost a pity that you had to break the kiss to gasp as you felt two of his fingers gathering slick around your slit and when he felt like his fingers were lubricated enough, he slowly pushed them inside of you, you had to close your eyes and let your head meet the mirror again to process the feelings.

You see? He didn´t even have to do much and you were already so worked up, clenching around his fingers and hands holding harshly onto the sink. You were honestly scared of the power Donghyuck had over you and what he would do if he ever found it out.

When you opened your eyes, Haechan was watching your face attentively before moving his fingers slowly. He looked so fucking good with his new hair and dark eyes that even this rhythm to get you used to being filled got you biting on your bottom lip to keep your whines inside.

He noticed that and smirked, “C´mere,”

And so you complied, lips chasing his until your tongues met once again.

You had a theory that it´s not that Donghyuck was good in bed, you were just really horny. Your thought process made a lot of sense considering he never actually did anything to you besides looking hot while you actually did all the job – But you could throw your whole theory in the trash next to the sink once Haechan sped up his fingers.

You bit his lip to keep yourself grounded at the fact that the man in between your legs actually knew what he was doing and did it really well.

Shockers.

And you meant well enough that if he fucked anything like he fingered you, you were kind of screwed (at least when it came to the bet).

“It´s loud outside, don´t worry,” He smiled once you let go of his lip, noticing you were having a hard time keeping yourself together - and you really tried pretending he didn´t have the perfect rhythm, that his fingers weren´t hitting all the perfect spots, that his kisses down your neck as you caught your breath weren´t doing wonders for you, but it was a really hard task considering he was in fact making you feel all sorts of new things in this short amount of time.

When Haechan felt like you still weren´t letting yourself go, he bit harshly on the side of your neck and you couldn´t force inside the gasp that left your mouth.

“You know I won´t let you cum until I´m satisfied, stop being stubborn.”

“M-maybe you´re just not doing a-ah- good job.”

“Oh, sorry. My bad,” He apologized, but the smirk on his face, once he stood straight, didn´t match his tone nor his words. Suddenly his thumb was on your clit, drawing circles as he pumped his two other fingers inside and you almost came undone at the way he cockily winked at you when a loud moan escaped your lips.

“Oh, fuck-”

“Yeah, that´s more like it.”

“Just shut u-up,” You groaned as your nails found his shoulder, digging into his skin to try and keep yourself grounded as he sped up. You honestly didn´t feel like you would last very long under his ministrations and that just wouldn´t do.

“Want me to stop?”

“God- No!”

“Awn, look who´s finally not being a bitch.”

“Donghyuck, I swear to god-”

“What? What will you do, huh? Cum around my fingers? Threatening. Maybe next time do it on my tongue.”

You really didn´t need the imagery right now.

You closed your eyes and your forehead met his chest as you felt your high approaching, trying to conjure all your willpower to not cum and give Donghyuck the satisfaction of doing it so fast, but it was no use. Haechan had some kind of magic fingers and when his free hand found your neck and you could feel the cool rings pressed against your skin, along with his lips brushing against your open ones that just couldn´t keep quiet, you were done for.

Your whole body trembled as your cursed during the longest and hardest orgasm of your life, breaths mixed together.

Once you regained your sanity, you just had to suck Haechan off in return after that.

It was good manners after all.

★

You would be indeed lying if you said the bathroom incident didn´t occur more than once. Thankfully, you only allowed it to happen 3 times other than that one – 3 was a good number, you could forgive yourself for slipping 3 times. You could even argue that since he had already fingered you once, if he did it once or twenty times, it was the same thing, so it was not like it was going to impact on the bet.

Yeah, you knew it was bullshit but who cares.

The first time it happened, just like at the party, you were drunk. It was during trivia night, Donghyuck´s team was winning, and you were very unhappy about it. It´s not your fault that Mark was stupid and ended up on your team! By the time you got to the final questions, you were practically raging and somehow managed to beat them after getting 4 questions right in a row (once you got Mark distracted with something on your phone). After managing to rub your win in Haechan´s face in every way known to mankind, he got annoyed enough to drag you to the bar´s bathroom and “get you to shut up” as he so kindly put it.

The second time you couldn´t use alcohol as an excuse, although you could say you were high on the adrenaline of playing ranked matches online. It happened when you and Donghyuck were playing Valorant and after you cursed at him for the 30th time about sucking over the call, he finally snapped and told you to come say it to his face – Which you did, because he really did suck. What happened once you were in his house, in his room, was completely unexpected. No one could have guessed he would end up fingering you as you played another ranked match on your account, right?

The third time would have looked strangely like a 90´s parent trap kind of movie if you weren´t genuinely annoyed by the situation. You had invited Mark to watch the new horror movie at the cinema, Mark had agreed. Donghyuck had also invited Mark to watch the new horror movie at the cinema, Mark had agreed. Mark had also thought it was a good idea to not show up and not let either of you know about the other, resulting in a very angry surprise meeting at the movie theater´s door.

“I´ll just sit very far from you,” Haechan had groaned.

“Don´t be ridiculous,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his arm and practically dragging him to your seats.

“Awn, you´re scared. Aren´t you?” He teased once you were sitting down, finally processing why you weren´t putting the many rows of distance between you two yourself.

“Yeah, very much. Now be quiet.”

“I will have to inform you I am scared too.”

“Oh, that´s just great. Do you even have anything to offer in life at this point?”

It was kind of expected that he would finger you during the movie after that.

★

“And who the fuck is that?” Donghyuck asked dumbfounded after you appeared in front of him, arm laced with another man´s. He earned an elbow on the ribs by Jaemin for his comment.

You rolled your eyes and apologized to your date before turning back to the very rude person in front of you once San reassured everything was ok, “Donghyuck, I know you were raised by animals or something, but here in the city we normally greet people when we see them.”

Haechan´s reaction must have been genuine shock because he was quick to apologize and give his hand out for San to shake as he introduced himself, even if he didn´t look anywhere close to happy.

“Oh, so this is San,” Donghyuck raised his eyebrows in entertainment.

Your date gave you the cutest smile once he heard those words, “You talked about me?”

You were not about to let Haechan ruin this for you and tell San that all you said about the man was that he didn´t fuck you and that was the exact moment that resulted in the stupid bet that will end up with the man in front of you fucking you instead – So you simply smiled at San, “Of course.”

“I didn´t know we could bring dates,” Donghyuck sent you a pointed look.

“You´re supposed to bring dates to these kinds of things, Hyuck. I´m sorry you couldn´t find anyone to put up with you.”

“Did your boytoy bring anyone?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

Both you and San gave him a confused look, not sure who he was talking about. Jaemin rolled his eyes and grabbed his arm to drag him away but he didn´t budge.

“Jeno,” Donghyuck clarified.

Oh, you see what he was doing.

And you were not about to give him the satisfaction.

“Jeno brought Karina,” You informed calmly, not playing his game. “As expected.”

“I see,” Haechan nodded before turning to your date. “Good luck filling the position then.”

You couldn´t even say you were surprised, of course he couldn´t let you have anything.

“Enjoy the party, Donghyuck,” You rolled your eyes before dragging San as far as possible.

“Well, that was something,” Your date tried to break the ice when he saw you breathing out in annoyance.

“I´m so sorry,” You sighed, calling over the waiter with the champagne tray. “Donghyuck´s insufferable.”

“Well, now I have to step up my game to fit the boytoy job description,” He smiled at you, getting two glasses from the tray and handing one to you.

“I´m sorry about that too,” You smiled in gratitude over the rim of the glass.

“It´s ok, it´s a position I´m more than happy to fill. Specially if it will make your friend even more jealous.”

“Oh, don´t worry. It´s not like that, I can assure you. He simply has something against my happiness, which is ok, because I also have something against his.”

“Yeah, I don´t think we´re close enough for me to comment on that so cheers,” He laughed, raising his glass in your direction.

You clinked glasses and laughed too; you loved a self-aware king.

Turns out San was a really great guy and you were happy you had invited him to be your plus one to this fancy party thing. He complimented your dress and makeup every hour, he got you new drinks whenever the ice on the ones you were holding started melting too much, he got along with your friends, he looked absolutely stunning and most importantly, he kept you entertained. He also didn´t back down whenever you were at the table with the whole group and Haechan tried teasing him, politely putting the man back in his place – which really, was more attractive than anything.

“Things going well, huh?” Jeno asked as you two met at the bar. San was in the middle of an excited discussion about music with Jisung, so you offered to get the drinks this time.

“Very, actually.”

“Think things are finally going to escalate tonight or are we thinking boyfriend?” The man teased. See? He could tease you just fine because you knew he actually cared.

“We still haven´t even kissed, so I don´t really think I´m about to get railed,” You laughed, lowering your voice a bit so the bartender and people around wouldn´t hear your vulgar words as you waited for the drinks.

“Well, you can always call Haechan over to complete the bet.”

“I´m not that desperate.”

“By the way he looks like he´s going to murder San anytime, I think he is. Always knew all this tension between you two had to be something more.”

“Yeah, I wouldn´t dwell too much on it. Sometimes people just don´t like each other, Donghyuck´s just bothered he´s not the center of attention tonight.”

“He´s bothered he´s not the center of your attention.”

“Guess I´ve spoiled him too much, huh? How´s Karina, anyway?”

“Still working on wooing her.”

“You wooed her the first time you talked to her, Jeno. Don´t worry, she wouldn´t be here if it wasn´t the case.”

“Well, since it didn´t work on you my game has been a little off balanced.”

You laughed at his teasing but didn´t have time to reply as the bartender came back with your two drinks and Jeno´s. The two of you thanked the man and made your way back to the table and Jeno was right, Haechan did look like he wanted to murder San. Once his staring was getting too much, you kicked him under the table and he simply gave you an annoyed look before turning his attention back to your date, who was oblivious to the stares. Or at least pretended to be.

Tired of Donghyuck´s attitude, you asked San if he wanted to dance and he was more than excited to stand up and offer you his hand like a real gentleman, before leading the way to the dancefloor. Sadly for you, the fancy ballroom didn´t offer any ass shaking music, but San being the dancer he was, had no trouble leading you in his arms.

“I do have to say things are spinning a bit,” You laughed, commenting on your many drinks.

“Yeah, I think that last Whiskey was a bit too much. Are there really that many chandeliers or am I seeing things doubled?”

“I think both.”

★

As expected, San didn´t rail you that night. But he did kiss you goodnight once he dropped you off at home and your heart was happy enough with that.

Haechan also ignored you the week following the gala, you even tried sending him an invitation on Valorant when you saw he was online on Saturday but he never answered, same when you sent him a slightly offensive meme on Whatsapp, expecting him to offend you back.

Well, guess you were living the dream.

When the next weekend came around with no acknowledgment from Haechan, you figured he finally had enough of you and was over with your little frenemies routine, meaning the bet was also over. You were fine with that. What you weren´t fine with was with the fact that he got you used to having the best fucking orgasms of your life and now you were left high and dry.

Life also wasn´t as much fun when you didn´t have anyone to try and beat at everything.

So with no thoughts in mind, you put on your hottest outfit for group outing that night, even going as far as putting on the skirt Haechan always teased you about because you knew he liked it too much. You kind of expected him to not show up after icing you out for weeks, but there he was when you got to Jaemin´s house and he simply treated you as if absolutely nothing had happened.

“Awn, wore this skirt for me?” He asked as soon as you sat down next to him on the couch.

You were so surprised at him suddenly referring to you after weeks, that your eyes were wide when you asked, “You talking to me now?”

“I was never not talking to you.”

“Donghyuck, of course you were.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“Yeah?” He entertained; his face petulant. “And since when am I supposedly ignoring you?”

“Since the gala with San, you-”

“Oh, I see. You want me to be jealous so you´re projecting.”

“That´s not- What in the gaslighting?”

“Don´t worry, princess. I wasn´t ignoring you, was just busy.”

“I saw you online when I was playing Valorant.”

“Yeah, I saw your invitation. But you see, you´re just really bad and I was playing with the guys from college.”

“So you two talking again?” Jaemin interrupted.

“See?” You told Donghyuck as you pointed to your other friend to prove your point, downing a shot of tequila as frustration started to build up on you.

“Just shut up and drink,” He rolled his eyes against his own shot glass.

Well, guess you could say things were normal after all.

“So, the bet,” Jisung brought up and everyone around the table groaned. “What? It was supposed to end like weeks ago, I kind of impulsively bought tickets to a Monster Truck show counting on that money!”

“As if you would win,” Chenle attacked. “But he´s right, we really need to get this over with.”

“We don´t need to do anything. Very easy for you to say when you´re involved nowhere near the actual completion of the bet.”

“I could fuck you to end this already,” Chenle shrugged.

“We´re doing it tonight, just shut the fuck up,” Donghyuck groaned, downing another shot of tequila. Yeah, he looked even more frustrated than you.

“And how are we going to do this when you´re not even talking to me?”

“Are you serious right now?” He looked murderously at you bringing the topic up again and you became small under his eyes. Since he started hitting on you, Haechan had stopped actually being rude and insulting you and you kind of missed him feeding your ego. Maybe you complained enough he stopped, maybe he didn´t want to fuck you that badly anymore -

“Wait, are you dating the girl from the salon?” You asked when the possibility crossed your mind. “Because we´re not fucking if you´re da-”

“What?” He looked at you like you were the world´s most stupid person. “Why would I- Oh, wait, so the bet is off in case one of us starts dating?”

“Obviously?”

“Guess you´ll have to tell your new boytoy you just lost your friends a lot of money.”

“What? We´re not dating, we´re just – Oh, so you are jealous.”

“I´m disappointed.”

“At what?” You asked in disbelief, already swallowing another shot. You noticed Mark tried to say something, maybe stop the two of you from starting a fight, but you also noticed how he shut himself up before saying anything.

“At how easy you just drop everything to get with some dude. I thought you were a worthy opponent -”

“Donghyuck, this isn´t a game.”

“No, this is a bet.”

“Oh my god, just admit you have a star problem or something. Can´t handle not being the center of attention for a night? Is it too much for you? Go cry about it and leave everyone alone.”

“Guys-” It was Jeno who tried this time but you were quick to shush him.

“Not you acting like you didn´t came running the second I wasn´t down your neck.”

“So you were ignoring me!”

"Yes I was fucking ignoring you. I don´t like you, I guessed that was established.”

Wow.

Yeah, you knew that. But it kind of stung now.

A bit.

“Is this some kind of foreplay?” Chenle asked.

“Ask Y/N, I bet she´s getting off on this,” Haechan rolled his eyes, another shot finding its way down his throat.

“Oh my god, chill. What got your panties in a twist?” You rolled your eyes too, more Tequila passing your lips because you couldn´t let Haechan drink more than you.

“I can´t even tell if they´re really fighting or not anymore,” Mark raised his hand in defeat, a deep sigh leaving his lips.

“You´re the one suddenly all sensitive. Homeboy didn´t fuck you good or are you just pmsing?”

“You know what? Let´s go to the room and end this right now so I don´t have to put up with you ever again,” You half-suggested half-ordered.

No one said a word after that, noticing how Haechan was actually really mad. Jaemin didn´t even whine about you two using his room as you had expected he would as his friend stood up and made his way down the hall.

“Wish me luck,” You rolled your eyes before downing another shot and following Donghyuck.

When you got to Jaemin´s room, Haechan was already inside, so you quietly entered and closed the door behind you. You were thankful for Jaemin´s colorful lights because the blue room got you relatively calmer than you would be if you had to face the man in front of you in a normally lit room.

“We´re not fucking until we have an adult conversation for once,” You informed, leaning your body against the door.

“There´s nothing to talk about.”

“Of course there is.”

“I know we have this playing around thing but I´m really not in the mood.”

“And I´m not in the mood to be fucked like this, so what´s wrong?”

“Why do you need something to be wrong? It´s not like we ever treated each other well.”

“Yeah, but you kind of did for the past weeks -”

“Yeah, because I wanted to fuck you. Why? Did the princess fall in love?” Haechan gave you a fake pout. “I said you convinced me you were hot enough to fuck, not to date.”

“I can assure you that´s not the case. I just don´t enjoy this whole childish act, we never liked each other but you don´t need to suddenly be a bitch about it.”

“Guess I learned from the best.”

“So you want to not fuck me anymore and call off the bet? Is that it?”

“I guess. It wouldn´t really be fair now that we had someone else meddling in, would it?”

“What the fuck are you even talking about, Donghyuck?”

“I just wasn´t aware we were allowed to have sex with anyone else during the duration of the bet -”

“Oh my god, you´re still talking about San – Oh. – Oh! Hold on! You´re mad because you were counting on me to be untouched and desperate or something so you could win the bet!”

“Dear lord. I had you moaning like a whore around my fucking fingers and you think I need to count on something to get you anywhere? You really are stupid.”

“Since you suddenly care about the integrity of this bet so much I will let you know that San hasn´t fucked me yet, so that´s all cleared. Now, if you could be a dear and go inform everyone you want to cancel everything so I can in fact go get railed by said man, I´d be really happy.”

He answered everything you said by crossing his arms and scoffing, “As if.”

“Oh I see how it is, wanna up the bet? See who gets me there faster? I bet my League account with all the legendary skins that San can beat you.”

Well, that was enough to get Haechan practically throwing you against the door, a loud bang echoing through the apartment. You knew playing with his competitive nature would work.

“Are you really that desperate for me to fuck you that you´re trying to get on my nerves?” He asked, voice more like a growl and face mere inches apart from yours.

“You´re not the only attention whore in town,” you teased.

“I told you all you had to do was ask, baby,” He smirked before smashing his lips into yours.

Excited that this was finally happening and with the few shots in your system, you were more than happy to return the enthusiasm, hands now finding their familiar place in his hair as he pressed you harder against the door. As always, Haechan´s lips had you whining for more in no time, his hand expertly exploring your body as if you had no more time left in the world.

Oh, right.

The bet.

“Get on the bed,” He rasped out after he felt you starting to grind against him.

“You´re making me do all the work?” You teased, just wanting to be annoying.

He stopped and stared you down in silence, thumb finding its way to your lips as he watched your face lost deep in thoughts, something in his eyes started to crumble down and it got your anxiety to start coming out. Not wanting to give him the time to process whatever he was trying to, your mouth engulfed his finger as you sucked on it. A smirk filled your face as you saw the way Haechan´s jaw clenched at the action, so you gently bit his thumb before letting it go. At least your distraction plan seemed to work out.

“Honestly, fuck you,” the man sighed but his words had no bite as his lips found yours once again. You were so distracted by his tongue inside your mouth that you almost jumped when you felt him slowly slide the straps of your top down your shoulders. The sudden change of speed getting your brain to malfunction.

Now, you were not generally sensitive around your boobs but there was just something that happened to you whenever it was Haechan touching your skin that had your back arching when his fingers accidentally brushed against your nipples when he was dragging your top down, goosebumps erupted up your body in a single second. A weak moan left your lips at the surprising feeling and the man answered it by rubbing the pad of his thumb over your right nipple, his tongue in your mouth not doing much to keep your noises inside at the way your core violently clenched around nothing.

Donghyuck´s lips left yours to find their place on your neck, where he left wet hot kisses while you did your best to not squirm under him. The man made his way down your shoulders, to your collarbones, the top of your boobs until his soft lips found your nipples too - He looked up at you so smugly once you hissed at the sensation of his tongue circling the left one.

You kind of found a new appreciation for his insufferable cocky face.

“The timer,” You managed to breathe out, voice shaky.

“Go ahead baby, I trust you with that chore.”

An annoyed whine left your lips because honestly, you were not in the right headspace to be given any tasks - But as Donghyuck´s fingers dug into your waist to hold you still as he left marks on your boobs, you managed to get your trembling hand inside your pocket and get your phone out.

“Don´t start it until I tell you to,” He ordered, looking up at you before dropping down to his knees and honestly, the view was enough to keep you from arguing. He could win the bet for all you cared.

The man in front of you unbuttoned your shorts and gently pulled them down your legs, kissing up your thighs when he made his way back up. Your whole body was shivering as he approached where you were pulsing and you violently shook as he left a kiss right on your center over your lacy panties, his hot breath against your wet skin forcing a moan out of you.

You hated that your body could simply not react normally to this man.

Your knuckles were white from gripping your phone so tightly as he licked and kissed you slowly over your panties like he had nothing else to do for the rest of his life, it was hard keeping your moans inside and he didn´t even really touch you yet.

“Donghyuck-”

“Yes?” His eyes met yours from between your legs and you seriously wanted to scream.

“Do something, please,” Your voice sounded so broken.

The man chuckled at the way you dropped your attitude so fast, “Well, since you asked so prettily.”

His fingers found the seat of your underwear, dragging it to the side as his face approached your core once again, now with nothing in the way.

“I´ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

“Then fucking get to it,” You whined, the back of your head hitting the door in frustration. You hadn´t completely forgotten the bet was supposed to include no foreplay, but you were so desperate to feel his mouth on you that you could make an exception.

Another low chuckle left his mouth before he got straight into work. If you thought his fingers were magic, you didn´t even know how to begin describing his lips.

“Oh my fucking god,” You moaned, not even sure you had said it out loud or the words were just repeating themselves over and over inside your head.

He kissed your clit, sucked on it and his tongue lavished you and all you could do was try your best to hold your sounds in because your friends were right outside and they didn´t deserve the show. Your free hand found its place tangled in Haechan´s hair and the whimper he let out at the way you tugged on it got you almost reaching the edge.

He fucking whimpered.

A high whiny breathy groan.

That man was going to be de death of you.

You were about to stop him, push him away because you were already so close, but he could probably already guess that by the way your body was twitching and you were pulling harder on his hair, so he leaned away after a final chaste kiss to your clit. He cleaned his face with the back of his hand as he looked up at you, appreciating the view of your semi-wrecked form.

Donghyuck on his knees was such a pretty sight.

“Get on the bed and start the timer.”

Your legs were wobbly but you obeyed this time, eager to finally get fucked -

Yeah, you were excited to be fucked by Donghyuck, so what? It was about time you accepted defeat and indulged a bit in your sexual taboos - Haechan himself being most of them.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, not trusting your voice to ask how he wanted you. Also, this was his part of the bet, he would have to work for it for all you cared. You pressed START on the timer and tossed your phone away somewhere under the pillows, watching as the man approached you.

“It´s annoying,” He said once he stood between your legs, his hand holding your jaw to tip your head up so you were forced to look him in the eyes.

“What is?”

“How hot you are.”

“The timer is running.”

“And?”

“Hyuck-”

“Are you going to start dating San?”

“Do you really wanna talk about this now? Donghyuck, why-”

“Maybe I really was jealous.”

“What?”

“I didn´t like seeing you with him. At the time I blamed my ego or whatever, but now thinking about you with him it´s making me mad - I mean, maybe it is my ego.”

“Are you thinking about another man when you´re supposed to be fucking me?”

“Can you shut up for a second?”

“Is this your idea of a confession?”

“No, Y/N. I´m not saying I´m in love with you, I´m just saying I realized I was jealous and I´m not sure why.”

“Ok, can you figure that out after you finish fucking me, please?”

“Eager?”

“Yes, actually.”

“I´m so hard.”

“A romantic,” You roll your eyes.

“No, it´s just- You have a weird effect on me.”

“I- I know. I feel it too.”

“Nah, I´m just that good.”

“Ok, I take it back.”

“I´m clearly joking.”

“You´re clearly being annoying.”

“Shut up.”

“Come do it.”

And so he did. Donghyuck bent over and his lips found yours once again as he gently pushed you back down onto the mattress and climbed on top of you. You wasted no time wrapping your hands around his neck to try and pull him impossibly closer, your fingers once again tangling themselves into the hair in the back of his neck and tugging at them. The way his hips automatically rutted against yours in reaction made your vision blurry. Man was not kidding when he said he was really hard.

“Like hair pulling, huh?” You teased once the two of you let go of each other to try and catch your breath for a second.

“You should try and choke me a bit if you´re curious,” He winked at you playfully.

“You for real?” You really tried teasing him, but you´re the one who ended up choking around nothing and looking at him like he hung up all of the starts in the sky himself.

He didn´t answer you, his lips catching yours as his hands found the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs the best he could without breaking the kiss, which was not hard considering you were eager to help. Ha, who would have guessed.

You felt Donghyuck fitting himself between your legs once again, his whole weight supported by his left hand as he snaked his right hand in between your bodies. You felt his fingers circling your clit and you whined, trying to push him away, “Hyuck, no. I´m already clo-”

“Just let me stretch you out a bit,” He explained, his same finger now finding its way inside you. Now, that´s something you had already experienced a few times before, but every time Haechan had his fingers slowly pumping inside of you, it felt like the first time all over again.

“Oh, dear lord,” You whined, trying to hold back your orgasm because that would be simply humiliating.

“I could literally cum just because of the way you keep clenching around my finger.”

“I´m close-”

“I know, baby. I can feel it. But you can hold it in for me, right? I want you to cum on my cock.”

“Fuck. Donghyuck-”

“Yes, princess?”

“If you don´t add another finger right now-”

“Anything you ask,” He smiled down at you, complying with your request - which you immediately regretted because if one of his fingers was already too much, you were definitely not prepared for two. Your nails dug into the skin of his arms without you even realizing, but you needed something to ground yourself. He was fingering you so slowly and yet you wanted to scream at how good the drag along your walls felt.

When he judged you were ready, he retracted his fingers and you breathed out in relief, finally not having to use your full mental capacity to focus on not cumming.

“We should go on a date sometime,” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone, like you were discussing the weather on a nice little walk.

“Lee Donghyuck, what are you-” It was hard talking when you were still trying to catch your breath.

“Indulge me.”

“You´re not helping yourself win the bet.”

“I don´t give a fuck about the bet, I´m already happy proving you wrong.”

“And how are you doing that?” You knew the answer to that question, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Because baby,” He paused to give you a soft kiss on the lips, " this exact moment, we´re chatting to give you a break since you can´t even handle being fucked just from my fingers inside of you.”

Touché.

Maybe you loved his voice, especially when saying lewd things.

“You´re not so much better,” You rolled your eyes, squeezing the bulge in his pants and earning a groan in response. “Now, can you please undress?”

“Undress? How fancy,” He laughed, but his hands were already undoing his belt.

“Do you always talk this much during sex? Maybe we should gag you.”

“Careful with your promises, I might come demand their fulfillment.”

“Just fuck me, Donghyuck.”

“Never wanted anything more,” He smirked after he finished taking his pants off.

He kissed you once again, but you were quick to break away, sitting up to pull at the hem of his shirt and he complied, raising his arms so you could take it off. You pulled Haechan closer, kissing down his neck and ecstatic with the little whines he let out, especially as you started lowering the kisses to his chest. His skin felt burning hot against your lips and you wanted to stay there forever.

It came as a surprise when he grabbed onto your waist and manhandled you, spinning you around, so you were now with your back pressed to his chest. His hand found your neck to hold your head as he chuckled darkly right against your ear, “I appreciate the attempt, but today I´m in charge.”

You moaned as he used his knee to force your legs open, his hand leaving your throat to push your back down the mattress. You didn´t even have time to react or support yourself with your arms, your left cheek meeting the bed sheets as you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You pushed your hips back without even realizing, just wanting Donghyuck inside of you once and for all. But to no one´s surprise, it was just teasing you that he wanted.

“You´re so fucking wet,” He marveled, rubbing his tip up and down your folds. “Just like you always are for me.”

You wanted to retort, but you also wanted his dick inside of you – today, preferably. So you just whined impatiently and arched your hips a bit more, “Donghyuck!”

“Beg.”

“No.”

“I want to hear the high oh mighty miss I´m-always-right begging for me to fuck her.”

“Please.”

“Not good enough.”

“Donghyuck, please fuck me. You won ok? I need you. I don´t care. Just please, fuck me,” You could seriously cry.

Maybe you weren´t used to not getting things your way.

“Tell me you´re mine.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, but I need you to know it.”

“Fuck me well and I might be.”

“Good answer.”

You could tell he was smirking as he finally slid inside of you.

“Oh god,” You moaned. You had been waiting for this for months!

“You can call me Haechan.”

“You´re not as funny as you think you are,” You breathed out, your hands gripping onto the bed sheets as he waited for you to adjust for a second.

“Maybe, but I am about to give you the fuck of your life.”

“Why are you still talki-”

Donghyuck didn´t let you finish the sentence, his hand that was caressing your lower back now grabbed onto your waist for support as he took his dick out before pushing it back in. He took absolutely no time to find a rhythm that drove you crazy, and as expected from mister tease himself, it was a slow one, but with that, you could feel every single vein and piece of skin dragging against your walls, every single pulse and twitch of his cock.

“Fuck,” You moaned, closing your eyes harshly to try and focus on something other than the way the man you hated was about to make you cum in approximately 20 seconds just from teasing.

“I´ve been imagining fucking you for years,” Haechan groaned.

“Then fucking do it properly,” You cursed between gritted teeth, sentence interrupted by a gasp when his cock hit something inside of you that had you involuntarily clenching around him.

“You can´t take it.”

He was probably right, but you wanted him to anyways.

“Maybe you just can´t do it.”

Haechan´s answer was a laugh; his movements didn’t stop as you felt something grabbing your hair and pulling you up, your back once again against his chest, “I wanted to have my fun, but I guess that´s not something you´re familiar with.”

His movements then sped up, his right hand finding your clit and rubbing circles on it and his other hand moved to your favorite place, your neck.

He was absolutely right. You couldn’t take it.

You were pretty sure you were being loud, but you couldn´t even be sure because your mind was in another dimension.

“Happy now, princess?” He groaned against your ear from the effort of how he was harshly fucking into you.

“Yes, oh my god. Don´t stop – Ah- I´m so close.”

Your body was shaking at this point, you threw your right arm back to latch onto Haechan´s hair for any sense of stability as you felt everything beginning to turn white.

“I thought you would put more of a fight,” His hand around your neck tightened. “But I love seeing you like this, so no complaints.”

You heard his voice but his words didn´t register, leaving your mind as soon as they entered because you were so so close.

“Tell me you´re mine.”

“I´m yours.”

“This pussy is mine, only mine.”

“Only yours.”

“Good girl.”

Never in a million years did you think you would let Lee Donghyuck say those words to you, and never in a million years did you think those exact words would trigger the most earth-shattering orgasm of your life.

“Oh fuck, oh my god. Hyuck”-

He didn´t let up, fucking you all throughout as you were moaning and twitching, his fingers never losing speed against your clit, his groans from the way you kept squeezing around him were enough to almost give you another orgasm back-to-back as he let your cheek gently hit the mattress once again.

“If you keep calling me that I might cum soon too.”

You didn't even mind the overstimulation, your ears were still ringing, you were still gasping for air but he didn´t stop, in fact, he only begin fucking you harder. Another high started building up and you weren´t even done with the first yet.

You barely registered when he pulled out for a second to flip you around, finding his place in between your legs once again, which you automatically wrapped around his hips as he pounded into you.

“Fuck,” He groaned, looking into your eyes. Sweat was running down his forehead and neck and you so desperately wanted to pull him closer and lick it. “Maybe I was jealous, can´t stand the thought of someone else seeing how pretty you look like this.”

“Hyuck.”

“I want to ruin you for any other man. Fuck, you feel so good.”

He was close too, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you and how he lost control once every few thrusts. Your nails scratched his back enough to draw blood but he seemed to enjoy it, his head dropping down your neck and a whine leaving his lips. The vibration against your skin got goosebumps erupting once again all over your body and you felt yourself at the edge again.

You stopped caring your friends were right outside about 10 minutes ago and Donghyuck just never did - Oh, right. He probably wanted Jeno to hear it all.

“Hyuck, ah- I´m close.”

“Me too, baby.”

You didn´t think it was possible for him to go any faster, but he did. Now supporting his weight on his two arms, Donghyuck drilled into you and his lips met your neck, leaving wet kisses and sucking on it to leave as many bruises as possible.

Man really had a possession problem.

You couldn´t take it anymore, as the man bit a particular spot on the side of your neck, you closed your eyes and let it hit you. No man had ever been able to make you cum just from penetration alone and your world was suddenly turned upside down with your second orgasm of the night. Donghyuck probably did manage to ruin you for any other man.

Fuck him.

With your body spasms and the way your walls started clenching when you came, Donghyuck followed right along with you. He had his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed as moans left his pretty lips - Haechan was insufferable but he was also the hottest man in the world, you were going a bit crazy.

You felt warmness hitting your insides as he slowly stopped his motions and started trying to catch his breath. You watched with hazy eyes as his chest stopped heaving and he opened his eyes to stare right back at you.

“Hello beautiful,” You smiled at him, breathing somewhat closer to normal even if you were still shivering.

“I figured it out,” He smiled back at you.

“You´re still inside of me.”

“And I plan on being for a long time.”

“Is that a threat?”

“I want you to go out with me.”

“Awn, someone has a crush.”

“Maybe. Let´s have a date and figure it out,” He shrugged. “Maybe we will end up killing each other, maybe we will end up boyfriend and girlfriend, maybe we will end up fucking – No, we´re definitely fucking either way-”

“You just want to keep staring at my boobs.”

“That too.”

“And you´re still inside of me.”

“You never said yes.”

“We´ve known each other for many years, Donghyuck. What makes you think we will start liking each other now?”

“I guess I already like you and even when hating each other we still had fun, you get me, I get you. Let´s not overcomplicate it.”

“Ok, let´s give it a try.”

“You just want me to fuck you again,” He joked.

“That too,” You smiled.

★

“Oh, fuck.”

“What´s wrong?” Donghyuck asked worriedly, tightening his belt after the shower you took.

“The timer.”

“Oh, yeah. Was too lazy to turn it off,” He shrugged.

“But the bet-”

“I told you I didn´t care about the bet.”

“That´s because I won.”

“That´s because I let you win.”

“So you´re just giving me your stuff like that?”

“Nop, because many rules were broken and that makes the bet invalid.”

“I never agreed to that.”

“So you really want my computer? Yours is perfectly fine, I know it because I´m the one who assembled it!”

“No, but I do want your hoodie.”

Donghyuck stared at you in silence long enough to make you uncomfortable before shrugging, “Fine, as long as I can fuck you in it. Now go outside and tell our dear friends the bet was canceled.”

“Shouldn´t we just lie? I kind of feel bad for Jisung.”

“If I agree, I get to choose where to go on our first date.”

“Let me guess, your bed?”

“What do you take me for?” He fake gasped.

“Do you really want me to answer that? Because then I don´t think there will be a first date.”

“Look who´s all mouthy now, not only 15 minutes ago you were-”

“Don´t you dare.”

“Oh, I dare.”

“Just give me your hoodie and shut up.”

“You´ll go out wearing it.”

“What- Why?”

“I want Jeno to see it.”

“To see that I won the bet?”

“No, that you´re mi- You know what I mean! Must you always be so annoying?”

“You´re the one begging me for a date.”

“Don´t complain if I end up making you sit down and watch all of the Fast and Furious movies.”

“That would still be more pleasant than having a conversation with you.”

“You know what? Then I´m taking you to a fancy restaurant and forcing you to look at me all nnight.”

“It´s a nice view,” You smiled, calling a truce for the time being.

Donghyuck accepted the white flag and smiled back.

Maybe this could work out.

#haechan #haechan smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #lee haechan #donghyuck smut #haechan fic #haechan scenarios #nct 127 #donghyuck scenarios #haechan fics #nct scenarios #nct fluff #haechan fluff

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cattynamie · 9 months ago

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How would they react if you fall?

Trey clover + Ruggie Bucchi + Jade Leech (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Author's note : Did this because I was bored... Though, i hope whoever reads it likes it! Once again, it's the first time I'm writing for all these characters. So if I make any mistakes by getting their character, please let me know! Notes and criticism will be very much appreciated ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Warnings : None! (Jade and Ruggie being little shits) completely SFW and anyone can read freely! The reader has no pronouns as far as I'm aware and can or can not be Yuu! The choice is up to you (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Trey clover

I love this man sm but bro didn't get to help you up because it was so sudden and didn't get to react in time ;(

It all happened when you two where walking on the Heartslabyul and you just HAD to trip on a bucket full of red paint.

Basically, making you faceplant HARD into the grass. (And also staining grand part of the grass with the red paint that was spilled....)

"Oh my go- (y/n), are you okay?" Cut to Trey crouching down inmediatly to see if you were okay <3

May or may not laugh, really depends on the topic you both were talking before your accident.

But if he DOES laugh, don't think that it's going to be an mocking laugh of all sorts, no.

He's going to help you up on your feet and check up on you while he lets out quiet chuckles, nothing more. (Ignoring the CRIME SCENE looking grass..)

After a few seconds you both notice what you accident did and... You both basically bail the scene before anyone saw you both beside the spilled paint.

Overall! Pretty good (unsurprisingly) , an extra point to help you hide after your mess. 10/10

Ruggie Bucchi

LAUGHS. (It was probably his fault that you tripped in the first place...)

He's laughing as if he's never laughed in his whole LIFE.

Thank god there was no one around you both....

Will probably ask you if you're okay between laughs but it's okay since he's AT LEAST, asking.

Eventually help's you by crouching down slightly and offering his hand so he can pull you up. (Please pull him down with you after because he deserves it)

As Ruggie helps you up, HE'S STILL LAUGHING.

And from now on, he's never going to let you forget it. He'll bring up your fall ANY chance he gets. Also laughs everytime he remembers... (It's not that funny.)

Overall... Ehhh... Good enough. Half of a point point because he offered you a CRUMB of a donut he buyed later as some kind of consolation.

7.5/10

Jade Leech

Bro IS the thing that made you trip.

Just to catch you 💀💀 You're getting mixed signals from this man.

"Oh my, what would you do without me, hm?" (Be happy.)

Helps you effortlessly on your feet with THAT one smile.... Even thought he knows you know that he did it on purpose.

He makes you "payback" for his service by accepting an after hours date in the lounge, (After hours because Azul did NOT have to know that the lounge was still open just so Jade can try to woo you).

Needless to say, the date thing was actually pretty nice. It was a candle light dinner with the most expensive plates on the lounge's menu, he made them himself , of course. (He somehow managed to sneak in AT LEAST six mushrooms in all of them, much to Floyd's disgust because he couldn't eat the leftovers.)

Overall. Good. He's still not done with this "payback" you owe him for saving your life from the terrible death of falling... Extra points for the dinner. 6.7/10

OKAY that's all!! Any kind of note will be appreciated!! THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO READS I LOVE YOU BYEEEE

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst fanfic #Trey clover #Trey Clover x reader #Ruggie Bucchi #Jade leech #Jade leech x reader #x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader

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miskamix · 10 months ago

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Young love chapter 3

https://www.tumblr.com/lukall705/739528729734299648/young-love-chapter-1?source=share Chapter one

https://www.tumblr.com/lukall705/740076676409622529/young-love-chapter-2?source=share chapter two

TW? idk

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Sigma POV:

Me and Y/N are walking to the shopping center near our campus. "so what your favorite colour?" i ask them "oh its F/C and F/C" they say and smile at me "whats your favorite colour?" they ask me. "my favorite colour is purple" i say. "i have to say i really like your outfit" i say and they blush a bit "o-oh th-thank you.. i'm not used to people complementing my outfits" they say and look a bit embarrassed. "sorry if i start stuttering, it happens when i'm nervous" they laugh awkwardly. "oh no its okay, i also stutter sometimes when i'm nervous" i try to reassure them.

We both keep chatting until we get to the mall "Lets go to hot topic!" Y/N says happily "Hot topic? you don't seem like someone who would shop there?" i say and it seems like Y/N wants to say something but doesn't. I wonder what they were gonna say.

As we walk in is see Y/N going over to some pretty revealing clothes. "y-you wear this type of clothes..? a-aren't they a bit.. revealing..?" i ask them "i'd rather be slut then basic" they say while pulling out a shirt that says 'cum slut'. "oh.." i chuckle nervelessly. "should i get this one?" they ask "..i mean if you want to.." "oh! I've been looking for a shirt like this" Y/N says and shows me a shirt with hand prints on the chest "there's matching pants for it too!" they say. 'we've been friends for like an hour and they are already this comfortable around me?' i think 'well at least they are having fun, right? thats the only thing that maters'

"also i forgot to ask but what country are you from?" i ask them. They look at me before answering "Finland, i'm Finnish"(or whatever country your from) They keep looking at stuff in the store.

A few hours later: (still sigma's POV)

As we both walk up the stairs Y/N starts talking "I'm sorry you have to carry my stuff" They look embarrassed "it's really no problem, i'm glad i could help" i smile at them while they open the door to their dorm.

"take off your shoes please" they say and i take of my shoes "my room is right over there" they point at a door.

"oh, Y/N you're back" i hear a voice say. I look over to the couch and see Dazai and Chuuya cuddling while watching some movie. Y/N just ignores them both and walks over to their room. "hey Sigma!" Dazai waves to me and i wave back awkwardly.

"Just put the bags over there" Y/N points to a corner in their room. "wow, your room looks nice" i say and look around "thanks" they say. I spot some drawings on their desk "did you make these yourself? they look really nice" "oh, yeah i did and thanks" they smile "your quite good at drawing clothes, you know. you could become a clothing designer one day" as i say this is see Y/N's smile get wider.

Y/N pulls out a picture book from a backpack. "hm? whats that?" i ask them "its a photo book, sometimes i do small modeling shoots for fun" they say and give me the book "wanna see?" they ask "yeah" i say and open the book.

"i'll go change while you look through it" Y/N says and goes into the bathroom. 'wow these look really nice' i say while looking through the pages. suddenly some photos catch my eye. its pictures of Y/N with different colored hand prints all over their body. 'oh' i think.

Y/N's POV:(TW?)

I'm standing in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my arms with the words 'i'm so disgusting' repeating over and over in my mind. 'why am i this disgusting?' 'its no wonder my past boyfriends left me' 'i fucking hate myself' 'i should just die' 'i bet Sigma is just pretending to be my friend so he can leave like everyone else did' 'i'm so fucking fa-' my thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my bathroom door.

"are you okay in there Y/N?" Sigma asks from outside "you've been in there for 15 minutes" he adds '15 minutes?' "i'm fine! i'm coming out in a second" i say and quickly wrap bandages that are the same colour as my skin around my arms to hide the scars.

I see Sigma looking at the bandages but doesn't say anything about them. "I need to go back to my dorm now, its getting kinda late and i don't want Nikolai to lock me out again" Sigma says and scratches the back of his head. "oh thats fine" i smile and i walk him to the door.

"see you in class tomorrow" i say "yeah" he smiles and i hug him. "bye" he says as he walks out the door and runs over to his door.

When i turn around i almost scream as i see Dazai and Chuuya standing right behind me. 'HOLY SHIT' i think as they both stare at me. "w-what are you two doing?" i ask nervously. "Is he your boyfriend?" Chuuya asks and looks at me suspiciously "what!? No! we're just friends!" i say "yeah, sureee. just friends" Dazai says in teasing voice "we're not dating!" "okay okay, clam down" Dazai says.

"also, whats with the bandages?" Chuuyas asks me and i freeze up 'fuck' "none of your business!" I yell and they both look shocked that i yelled at them. "sorry" "its okay, i shouldn't have asked" Chuuyas says.

all three of us stand there in awkward silence. "so.. you wanna watch a movie or something with us?" Dazai asks "yeah sure" i say wanting this awkward silence to just end already. The three of us make our way over to the couch and i sit in the corner of the couch a bit away from them. "what should we watch?" Chuuya asks "a horror movie" i say "Yeah, but what movie" He says. "Terrifier " I smirk "okay" Chuuya says while putting on the Movie and getting comfortable under a blanket with Dazai.

"I would love to be tied up like that by Chuuya~" Dazai says as we get to the scene where Art tied a naked woman upside down. "i think you should watch the whole scene before saying something like that" i say while drinking water "what do you me-" i watch as the colour drains from Dazai's and Chuuya's face when Art starts to cut the woman's body in half from her crotch.

"Art is so baby girl! he did nothing wrong! hes just a silly clown!" i say after the movie is done "WHAT!? HE JUST KILLED 9 PEOPLE!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN "HES SO BABY GIRL"!? ARE YOU CRAZY!?" Chuuya looks at me like i just killed someone. "Crazy!? no! i just think Art is hot! hes so dreamy!" i say "You're even worse then Dazai!" Chuuya yells "huh?! what do you mean by that?!" I yell in a surprised voice.

"I MEAN THAT YOU ARE MORE OF A DISGUSTING FREAK THEN DAZAI"

When i heard his words i completely freeze up 'they think i'm a freak?' the words hurt me more then i let show. the words ring in my ears 'i'm a freak' 'I'M A FREAK!?' it feels like time stopped and i have no idea how long i sat there not saying anything 'do they not like me!? do they not wanna be my friends anymore!?' its all my fault' 'why am i like this!?' 'i hate myself' my thoughts are interrupted by Chuuya.

"Are you okay Y/N..? you look a bit pale.." he says and both him and Dazai look at me worriedly. Chuuya waves his hand in front of my face "hello? you've been sitting there for 15 minutes, are you okay?" he asks worriedly "uh.. yeah, i just don't feel well, i'll go to bed.." i say and get up from the couch. Dazai and Chuuya both look at each other "i think you might have hurt their feelings.." i hear Dazai say to Chuuya while i'm getting myself some water. 'did he really mean what he said..?' i think before going to my room.

After getting ready for bed i check the time. '00:26am'. i see Sigma sent me a message 'Goodnight Y/N, i think Nikolai and Fyodor are gonna stay up again so i hope they don't keep you up and if they do just tell me and i'll them to be more quiet:)' i smile a bit while reading it. 'goodnight' i send back and put my phone on my bedside table.

A few hours later i wake up and check the time on my phone '4:23am'. i'm feeling like absolute shit right now, it feels like there are hundreds of thoughts running through my head right now. And for some reason they are all of my negative thoughts. i feel tears start to form in my eyes

'why am i so useless?'

I think to myself.

'Why can't i control how i feel? why are my emotions such a pain in the ass?' i start to silently cry into my pillow hoping that i don't wake up Chuuya and Dazai who are sleeping in the room next to me. 'What's the point of going on if everyone thinks i'm a freak?' my tears start to stain the pillow under me.

~(Flashback)~

"You're just a stupid freak!" My mother says. "You're a good for nothing child!" My mom yells again "you should just die for all care!" i had just tolled my mom about my problems. the disgusting things i feel. I wanna cry right now but no tears are coming out.. i just feel ..empty.. i feel nothing as my mom yells at me for how much of a freak and how disgusting i am.

~(end of flashback)~

"i think i need to go out and get some fresh air.." i say to myself while getting up from my bed and putting on some clothes.

I walk through the dorm as quietly as i can so i don't wake up Dazai and Chuuya. i put on my shoes and walk out into the hallway. I see that its still a bit dark out side through the window at the end of the hallway.

As i walk up a set of stairs to the roof of the building i start thinking about my life. 'I don't see any point in living anymore, everyone in my life thinks i'm a freak' i think.

When i open the door to the roof i feel a cold breeze hit my face. It feel quite refreshing actually. i walk over to the fance near the edge of the building and climb over it. 'i think this is where i'll end this life of mine..'

I pick up my phone and bring it to my ear. "..hello..?" i hear Sigma's tired voice say on the other end of the phone. "..Are Nikolai and Fyodor making to much noise? i can go tell them to quiet dow-" "no need to" "..huh..? why..?" "they aren't the thing keeping me up" "..okay.:" i hear Sigma yawn "..where are you right now Y/N..? i can hear the wind" "i'm sitting on my bed with window open" i lie "oh okay.." i can hear that hes really sleepy.

"so.. why did you call me..?" he asks "i just wanted to say that i'm not feeling to well so i might not make it to school tomorrow" i lie again "..oh okay.." "goodnight Sigma" "Goodnight Y/N.." As i hang up the phone i feel rain drops hit my face, "do i even want this..?" i ask myself as i close my eyes preparing to fall.

"Don't do it" I hear a deep voice say from behind me. I turn around and see a man in his late fourties to early fifties with white long hair standing under an umbrella. "but what's the point of going on..?" i say in a broken voice "There's nothing left for me to live for..." i feel tears start to form in my eyes again.

"it may feel like that right now, but it does get better. this isn't the right choice" he says while looking me in the eyes. "..why should i believe that..?" tears start to run down my cheeks "..when everyone sees me as a freak.." i start remembering all the times my mother called me a disgusting freak. "whats your name?" he asks "..huh..? its Y/N.." i say "its nice to meet you Y/N, my name is Fukuzawa" the man says.

"Now tell me Y/N, are you sure you want to do this or is it because you feel like you deserve this?" he asks and i stay quiet. i have no idea how to answer him, i don't even really know myself.

'is this really what i want?' i think as my tears blur my vision.

I feel the rain soaking my clothes and hair as i cry. And after a few minutes i climb back over the fence. I see Fukuzawa opening his arms and i hug him. its the first time in forever i feel comforted by someone. Fukuzawa rubs my back as i cry and suddenly i'm a 6 year old crying into my mothers chest, but this time i'm actually getting comforted and not yelled at.

Fukuzawa stays still until i'm done crying, he stands there listening to me vent about my problems not saying a word.

"..Please don't tell anyone about this.." i say while whipping my tears away. "i won't, now i think you should go back to your dorm and get some rest, you have school tomorrow" he says and pets my head.

We both walk back down the stairs in silences until i ask "how did you know i was up there..?" i look at him waiting for an answer. "i happened to be walking to the roof to enjoy some fresh air and saw you" he answers. "oh.."

When i get to my dorm i open the door "goodnight Mr. Fukuzawa.." i say and he nods. i close the door when i see him starting to walk away. I quietly walk back to my room hoping Dazai and Chuuya aren't awake.

When i sit down on my bed i check the time '4:56am' i yawn as i put my phone down on my bedside table again and lay down in bed.(after taking of your wet clothes ofc)

As i lay there i start to think about what would have happened if Fukuzawa didn't stop me. Would i be dead? would be suffering in pain just wanting to die? would i have changed my mind? all of these thoughts are flooding my mind until i eventually fall asleep.

The next morning i wake up with a pretty bad headache and groan when i get up from the bed "jeez.. i don't feel like going to school today at all.." i say while going into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After brushing my teeth i put on my uniform.

(You can chose which ever one you like. also ik that most colleges in japan don't have uniforms but just pretend this college has them)

As i look at myself in the mirror i see my chubby belly '....' its one of the things i hate about myself but can't get rid of no mater how much starve myself.

I pick up my bag and walk out of my room and see Chuuya and Dazai standing in the kitchen talking about something. I walk over to the coffee machine to make coffee and notice that Chuuya has a guilty look on his face. "Good morning Y/N!" Dazai says in a happy voice "hm.." i hum in response as i drink my coffee hoping it would keep me awake.

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asks and i nod "oh yeah, also the principal asked me to give you this, its your class schedule" he says while handing me a piece of paper "thanks" i say while looking over it 'Okay so i have P.E first then math, then social studies, then lunch, then English, then music, then science'

"P.E at like 7:30 in the morning on a Monday?" i look at them both 'thats gonna be hell and i only got like 3 hours of sleep' "P.E is your first class? You must be really unlucky, Mr. Fukuchi makes all of his students run like 23 miles if you have him in your first class" Chuuya says 'yay how lucky i am' i have a bitter look on my face.

"whats your first classes?" i ask them "we both have social studies as our first class" Chuuya says 'Lucky motherfuckers' i check the time on my phone and see its 7:24 am "i think we should get going its already 7:24" i say and they nod.

As the three of us run so we won't be late for class i suddenly remember something "wait! i don't know where the P.E area is!" i yell "you have to go to the back of the school to the changing rooms!" Chuuya yells to me as he and Dazai run into another hallway to get to class.

When i get to the back of the school i start panting and see the other students already ready for P.E "You're late" i here a man say "Sorry! its my first day here! i had no idea where i had to go!" i look up at him and i see him glaring me down. i gulp

"Fine since its your first day i'll let it slide" he says while playing with his mustache "huh" i look dumbfounded "Now go change into your P.E clothes before i change my mind" he says "Yes sir!" i say and run into the changing rooms. "and the rest of you start running!" he yells at the other students.

"How the hell does this even count as shorts?! these are basically panties!?" i say to myself as i walk out of the changing rooms. (TW? for what comes next)

When i start running i feel some people looking at me. When i look around me i see a lot of other girls who are much skinnier then me looking and pointing at me while giggling. 'why do i have to be so fat..?' i hate it here this was supposed to be a new start for me but its almost just like the life i had back home. i feel like i want to cry.

"Jeez, just let them be alone! what did they do to you?" i hear a young woman's voice say. i look at where the voice is coming from and i see a pretty woman with short black hair and a butterfly clip in it.

"oh, wait i get it! you guys are jealous that they look better then you!" She says and smirks at them "What!? no!" one of the girls say and look pissed "then what is it?" the black haired woman says "its.. its umm.." the girl can't give good reason as to why they back talked me and leaves with her friends.

"are you alright?" the black hair woman asks me "y-yeah.." i smile at her "Yasano" she says "Y/N" i say back and she shakes my hand.

The rest of P.E is spent by me and Yasano doing the run and chatting.

After i come out of the changing room after changing back into my uniform, i start to look for my math class. while walking i accidentally bump into someone "ah, sorry!" i say to them. The person i bumped into just glares at me not saying a single word "s-sorry.." i say in an embarrassed voice. i quickly rush away from embarrassment. i keep running in the hallway until i see a familiar face "Sigma!" i yell and he turns around. (i almost had a fucking stroke trying to write familiar)

"Y/N! so you did make it to school, i was worried since you didn't answer my massages" he smiles at me "oh, i think i was just feeling like shit because of the lack of sleep last night" i lie. "also do you know where room xoxo is?" i ask him "Oh i was just about to head over there right now since i also have math class" he says and we start walking.

After math, me and Sigma go to the cafeteria to eat lunch. after getting our food we go to sit down at a table with Nikolai and Fyodor.

(This is the lunch:3) "This looks so good!" i say. "I've been waiting for this the whole day!" i say. While i start to eat i see Nikolai is nagging Fyodor again. "No Nikolai, we can't get a 3rd rat" he says in his heavy Russian accent. "oh yeah, i never got to ask, but are you Russian?" i ask Fyodor "sorry if that sound stupid or rude" "You are right, i am Russian" he says and gives me a gentle smile.

Dazai POV:

The both of us sit down at a table with Atsushi and Akutagawa after getting our food. While eating our food me and Chuuya see that Y/N is eating with Nikolai, Fyodor and Sigma, adn it looks like they are having a lot of fun. I see Chuuya glaring at them. I know how much he wants to say that hes sorry to Y/N but he doesn't have the balls to do it in front of other people.

While watching them i see Y/N smiling and laughing, 'they look kinda cute while they are happy..' i think. i feel a bit annoyed that Y/N is hanging out with them and not us 'wait.. am.. am i jealous..?' Seeing Y/N so happy kinda makes me happy too..

I notice how angry Chuuya looks "hey, Chuuya~ what class do you have after this?~" i ask "Math why?" he looks at me a bit calmer now. "oh i was thinking~ maybe we skip class to, you know~" i say with a smirk and Chuuya blushes a bit. Chuuya sends me a message 'fine, but only because i have to relieve stress ' i smile and text back 'okay babe'

After lunch the both of us sneak away into a bathroom. I pin Chuuya to the bathroom wall as we make out "Fuck i love you so much..~" i whisper into his ear as i pull down his pants. i bend him over the sink "be a good boy and try to not make to much noise, okay?~" i whisper in his ear and he nods. "j-just start already.." he moans out. "fine~" i say as i pull down my pants. i slowly push my hard cock into his hole "a-ah~" Chuuya moans into his hand. "you.. you can move now..~" he pants out as i start thrusting. "ah~ D-dazai~ please faster~" Chuuya begs and i start moving faster. "Ah!~ Ah~" Chuuya moans as he grips the sink "what's wrong baby?~ is it to much for you?~" i say as i take his cock into my hands and start rubbing his sensitive tip "Ah!~ dazai~ please let me cum!~" Chuuya has tears in his eyes from the overestimation. i bite the back of his neck "not yet pretty boy~" i can feel myself getting closer to cumming. I put my hand over Chuuyas mouth and pull his head back by his hair as he whimpers "you wanna cum pretty boy?~" i tease him. "Mhm!~ Mhm!~" he nods with pretty tears falling from his eyes.

"Cum then~" i whisper into his ear and flip him onto his back. "Come on baby~" i say as i thrust faster and pump his pretty cock. After a few seconds he cums all over his belly. "AH!~" Chuuya moans as he cums. i pull out of him and pump my cock until i cum on his belly to "ngh~" i groan as i cum.

I kiss his tears away "you did so well.."

Y/N POV:

When i get to my music class i only see one face i recognizance. 'thank god!' i think as i walk up to Nikolai. "I'm so happy that i at least know one person from this class" "Y/N! I'm so happy that one of my friends is in this class!" he says and hugs me tightly.

While me and Nikolai hug i see Dazai and Chuuya walk into the room, and Chuuya's legs seem to be shaking a bit?

I see Chuuya looking a bit annoyed when he sees Nikolai hugging me 'whats his deal?'

When the teacher comes in she start explaining that we have to dance a dance, and to get a partner. "Y/N! be my partner!" Nikolai whines "i was just about to ask you to be mine.." i chuckle.

After school is over i walk back to my dorm. (i'm to lazy to write what happens for the rest of the school day so just use you imagination)

When i get back to the dorm i plop onto the couch "man.. this day was hell and its only the first day.." while laying on the couch thinking about what i should do i hear the door open. I see Chuuya and Dazai walk in.

I get up from the couch to get myself some water. after getting my water i try to go to my room but Dazai grabs my hand to stop me "..Y/N.. Chuuya has something to say to you.." he says. "okay.. go on.." i say and stand face to face with him.

We both stand there for a few minutes in silence while Chuuya avoids eye contact. "..Y/N i'm sorry for calling you disgusting freak.." he says while scratching the back of his head. 'for some reason it doesn't seem sincere..' i stand there for a while before speaking "i'll forgive you.." i say and look down. "i hope we can be friends.." he says. "yeah me too.." for some reason the though of us only being friends hurt me.. i don't know why tho.

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(i need some feedback, was the y/n to dramatic? was this to early for some angst? or was it just fine)

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missmagooglie · 1 year ago

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For the WIP Wednesday game, @infinitybits87 and @h-i-raeth requested a Therapy Baby snippet, so have some "Buck defending his poor life choices" paired with some "Firefam defending Buck"

“Buck as a father, I never thought I’d see the day,” Chim grins at him. “Though in hindsight, maybe we should have seen this coming. Which of your sexcapades resulted in this little bundle of joy? Did his mom have to reach out to you on Tinder?” “Oh, please tell me this child was not conceived in the rig,” Hen begs. “Was it snake girl?” Chimney asks. “I need to know if we have to prepare for a hereditary love of reptiles.” Buck laughs awkwardly. “No, she wasn’t anyone I met while I was on duty,” he says, trying to ignore the way Bobby looks skyward and mouths the words thank you. “It was, um. Do you guys remember when I was having a hard time after that roller coaster rescue that went bad?” “Of course,” Bobby says. “It was your first time losing someone on the job. You took it hard.” “Right, yeah, and you suggested I see someone for counseling,” Buck says. “So I went to her office, and it turns out she’d seen me on the news, and, um, I guess you could say we tried some non-traditional treatments?” He braces himself for laughter and teasing, but instead the room goes quiet. “Buck, are you telling us that Danny’s mother was your therapist?” Bobby asks, his face pinched. “It was only one session,” Buck says, his body curling defensively around the baby in his arms. He suddenly recalls the visceral hatred and disgust that came off Dr. Wells’ husband the day he had picked Danny up. The pure disgust he’d shown when he learned that Buck had been a patient of his wife’s, “and we didn’t exactly do a lot of therapy. It’s not like I was a regular patient of hers.” “That doesn’t make it ok,” Hen says softly. She says it in the voice she uses to reassure victims in the field, and Buck has no idea why she’s using it now. “Look, I get that it wasn’t the classiest thing I’ve ever done," Buck says in an effort to downplay the whole thing, "but it’s not like we did something illegal." “At the very least it’s sexual misconduct,” Athena chimes in, and her voice is serious, too. “Depending on the circumstances, it could even be considered rape.” “Woah,” Buck says, stepping back in alarm. “Hey, no, it was very much consensual. I would never-” Buck looks around and catches Bobby’s eyes. “Bobby, I swear,” he pleads, “I know I did a lot of stupid shit, but I never did anything that the other person wasn’t completely on board with. I would never try to take advantage of-” “No one is accusing you, Buck,” Bobby assures him. “You would have been the victim. If your therapist slept with you, then as the patient you’re the one who was assaulted.” Buck snorts at the wild absurdity of that statement. “I think I’d know if I had been assaulted.” “If she violated her duty of care -” Bobby starts to say. Buck shakes his head. “It wasn’t like that,” he insists. “I flirted, she flirted, and one thing led to another. That’s all.” “Ok, let’s all maybe take a breath,” Eddie says, stepping in and stationing himself between Buck and the frowning faces all around him. “This is a baby shower, not an inquisition. Let’s just eat some cake and tease Buck about his very pretty baby sling.” He plucks at the floral fabric wrapped around Buck’s chest – which Buck got for free on facebook marketplace, thank you very much – and gives him a reassuring smile. The rest of the crew chuckles lightly and are willing enough to move on to other topics of conversation - though not without some pointedly concerned glances at Buck - as the stork cake is cut and served. “I’m stealing your kid,” Eddie says, plucking Danny out of his arms as soon as everyone’s attention has been successfully redirected. “Go talk to Bobby.”

#Fic: Therapy Baby #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #buddie #911onfox #911 abc #911 fanfic #therapy baby #how do i fanfiction?

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pomefioredove · 6 months ago

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Congrats on 500 followers !! :D I really like your writing and would like to request a matchup if that's alright :3 (and if possible I'd like to be paired romantically with one of the second years thank you!!)

I've been told that I'm pretty aloof and stoic at first glance, and I don't talk much unless I really need to, and when I do talk to people my voice is nearly non-existent, but it doesn't take much for me to warm up to someone, and when I do I become really talkative. Especially with my close friends, whenever there's uncomfortable silence I just spout out whatever nonsense I think of first to start a conversation. Otherwise people say I'm a selfless and kind person, and I have to admit that I'm a people pleaser

With my friends I'm sort of like their mother figure, being called 'mom' by a couple of them. But I can be childish and immature depending on the situation and who I'm with (I tend to change how I act with different people) I'm kinda touch-starved honestly, but I'd rather other people initiate it since I'm afraid some people are uncomfortable with others touching them but when I do know they're comfortable with it they best be prepared 😈😈

I'm also pretty stubborn? Though depending on the topic, my opinion follows whatever others believe. Also a procrastinator, perfectionist, kind of a crybaby (?) if someone were to insult me in my face I'd most likely laugh it off or keep silent but after that I'd definitely cry about it so yeah I'm sensitive as well. I have no problem standing up for people but I have difficulty standing up for myself, especially if I don't think it's worth my time and energy. And my mbti is INFJ :D

When interacting with people I get really worried that they may be annoyed with me or the things I say, so whenever somebody goes completely quiet when I'm talking or their expression shows annoyance I tend to just trail off and in the end shut up. My friends have described me as someone who's pretty naive and oblivious, but I think I just blatantly ignore certain things about people so I can believe that they're genuinely good people especially if they're someone I'm close to

I really like writing, but sometimes I'd rather dwell on concepts and world building and end up forgetting everything I've thought about and have to start over from scratch. And I like drawing! But motivation has left me completely I'm afraid

As for my lifestyle, I spend a lot of my time learning or just slacking off. I'm a big academic achiever though I have a really short attention span so you could imagine my issues with studying stuff I'm not interested in. My favorite subjects have to be English and math, while my least favorites are easily history and biology. I'm kind of a clean freak but at the same time I'm really lazy, my current bookshelf is so messy it disgusted one of my friends 😔

I match you with 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦

The First Impression:

Another case of matching each other's energies right away! Kalim can just tell you're a good person, and he immediately commits himself to your friendship. You don't have to ask him twice (or ask him at all, really).

Why He Fell:

Your ability to see the best in anyone works for you here, since Kalim actually is a pretty great person! It doesn't take long for you to become comfortable, and soon, you're inseparable (and terrible influences on each other).

Kalim just gets it! Though he might not be the best with getting you motivated, or helping you study, he's always there to cheer you up and never judges. He adores every bit of affection he gets from you, and will gladly reciprocate and spoil you in return.

You're just so fun and sweet and smart and talented, how could he not be enamored with every thing you do?

The Relationship:

Kalim would never, ever, ever in a million years find you annoying. He wouldn't ever make you feel like it, either! There are no awkward silences between the two of you, considering he could talk about anything for hours without even realizing it, and he loves the random nonsense you spout.

It's a perfect people pleaser for people pleaser dynamic, with both of you striving to take care of the other to the best of your abilities. Kalim cherishes your kindness, and meets it with his own tenfold. he adores your attention and loves impressing you. He might even start putting more effort into his schoolwork just for your approval!

It's a fairly sweet and equal partnership.

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚matchups!

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mbti-notes · 7 months ago

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Anon wrote: Hello, mbti-notes! I will quit trying to be creative and will just thank you for this blog. I always come here when I need to somehow freshen up my thoughts. I like your approach and your wording.

I was going to ask you a question about a better way of socialising, but before that I wanted to explain my current mental state. It got long, sorry in advance.

So, lately I have been socialising my a** off. Like literally hopping on every opportunity to have a conversation with anybody. Even with people that I feel no sympathy for and initially despise. I tried to prove to myself a theory that I can have a nice conversation with any kind of person. For what?

Maybe, I am thinking, I was just trying to become a «better adult». I have always been told by my parents and elders that I am a sloppy, slow to react child, that is spending too much time in its head. And I felt uncomfortable with that. Though I doubt anyone would be comfortable with listening to such half-teasing accusations )). But I respect and love my elders, though can be bitter sometimes. Unconditional love is a thing, yeah. No one is perfect.

And I just tried to prove myself that I can be that easy-going, light, happy person. I tried and I succeeded. Because you think what you believe - in a lot of cases. And you can go a pretty long way with silencing that tiny voice in your head that keeps asking: «Is that the real you? Why are you trying to become the person that you despise the most? And why do you not feel anything?»

But because there is (Thank God!) such thing as one’s nature, I am entering my usual state currently. With constant cold showers of mild social anxiety, but having my own projects back on the forefront and exploring new interesting topics that fill me with knowledge (and thus providing comfort/sense of self).

But there is a doubt in my head that is always present: may it be that I am just «slacking off»? Not doing enough of my Extraverted Feeling exercises? Should I go back to caring about people around me even if it seems to be pointless, emptying all of my resources and making me feel miserable and hollow? Maybe it is true that «what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger» and I should continue this slightly destructive way of self-exploration?

Because of those constant intrusive (and self-deprecating) thoughts I feel the need to go back in time somehow. In a way, return to the foetus version of me and tell it to feel less guilty for not liking people around it, for not having answer for everything and being a little bit slow to grow up. And maybe take with me that precious naivety of my younger self, that openness which helped me overcome dark pessimistic thoughts with ease.

But I based my whole socialising experiment on trying to prove that the child me was wrong. That elders are right because they are more experienced and know the flow of things better. Simultaneously, though only a little bit, it helps with fear of dying a mediocre person. At least there is a possibility that you will gain «enlightenment» skill with age. It could have been worse, right?

And of course it is not my first experiment. I did a lot of it in my teens too. Now I am just being more conscious about the steps that I am taking.

And my sentences may be lacking structure, that’s why I will try to sum up everything I wrote in one question. If you would be so kind, please answer. I would really appreciate your feedback.

My question:

Is there some better way to stop feeling disgusted with yourself while trying to socialise, other than just straight-up ignoring your feelings and discomfort?

Example:

I am talking with a person. At some point I understand that I do not care about them. Then I feel hollow, because somewhere deep I start to feel that I sincerely do not care for anyone. I even question if I have any feelings at all. Maybe I am just a piece of egotistic shit and that is all to me. To avoid this dark thought I just throw it away. Stuff it in a metaphorical drawer. And maybe try to justify my lack of empathy by thinking that we are all the same and I am not the only one with a social mask. And maybe feel manipulated/tricked by society/media/literature/art for putting in our minds this concept of sincere empathy afterwards.

Thank you for finishing my long ask!

Hoping to receive a reply.

An INTP (early twenties, female)

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I appreciate that you have a desire to improve yourself and I certainly wouldn't want to discourage you. However, I would never suggest anyone try your method. What can I say when people go against my advice? Your case is a textbook example of two mistakes I have repeatedly warned people about:

1) It is important to wait until one is psychologically mature enough to pursue inferior function development, otherwise, one could easily get trapped in inferior grip. You are not yet at the stage of ego development where healthy inferior function development is possible or desirable. The results of your "experiment" only confirm this.

2) It is important to approach type development with the right intention, armed with the right understanding of its grand purpose, otherwise, one is likely to exacerbate developmental issues or create even more. Your motivation for function development was suspect from the start. It is apparent in your admissions that you are driven by ego, childishness, and faulty reasoning (that keeps you trapped in your own world of distorted beliefs).

Why do people socialize? They need relationship. To be successful in interpersonal relationships, you have to: invest in strengthening relationship bonds over the long term; care about psychological well-being; open yourself up to being seen and loved. It doesn't sound like any of this was happening. How can a proper relationship form when your intention in socializing is merely to prove some imaginary point? Other people don't really exist for you except as objects to be used and discarded once the point is proven. There is no "social" in your socializing. There is no "Feeling" in your Extraverted Feeling actions.

As far as I can tell, one reason you've faltered is that you don't know what exact problem you're trying to solve. From your description, it seems the main problem is a lack of feeling and empathy. Forcing yourself into inappropriate socializing situations isn't going to solve this problem. If lack of feeling/empathy is indeed at the root, then you ought to focus primarily on it. Lack of feeling/empathy isn't a crime and doesn't automatically make you a bad person; it is a legitimate psychological issue that people experience for a variety of possible reasons. Take time to understand how and why you suffer from this issue. Perhaps consult some experts on the matter.

Putting yourself down or destroying yourself is unnecessary and counter-productive. Self-denial and self-hatred are major impediments to personal growth. If you truly want to grow as a person, the first thing you have to do is face facts and accept the truth of what you are, rather than live in a fantasy world where you believe that weaknesses and faults can be eliminated with the wave of a magic wand. Only by being seated firmly in reality will you have the right frame of mind to learn effective coping and adaptation strategies to make the best of what you have.

#intp #empathy #development #self esteem #self worth #ask

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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year ago

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Explaining brown eyes

Recently I got a comment on my fic ´Neighborly shenanigans´, asking why I write Simon Riley having brown eyes instead of blue.

I would like to explain why I do that, cause it scratches some topics I´d like to address.

First of all: I haven´t played the games, so I can´t say that I´ve seen Ghost in every possible angle in every possible lighting.

What I did see was 5 to 8 hour long Cutscene Movies and Play alongs to get a feeling for the franchise and the characters that I´ve come to adore.

When Ghost is wearing his skull mask, the light almost never reaches his eyes to determine weather they are blue or not.

He removes it for the first time at the los vaqueros hideout. There is light coming from the right, illuminating his blond lashes and I´m sorry...those eyes look pretty dark to me:

There are several occasions in the game where we get close ups like this with Soap and Price as well. They clearly are depicted with blue eyes, so in my opinion, if they wanted the same for Simon, they would have just done it, right?

Another example is the bar they all gather at in the end. When Simon sees the picture of Makarov and momentarily looks straight into the camera, his eyes appear almost black. I do however see how this could be an illusion due to the lighting.

Lastly: Simon Ghost Riley is a fictional character with a lot of mystery and backstory to him. He is depicted in so many stories and so many art pieces. Everyone of us has their own version of him in our heads and that is fine. That´s the point!

If it is canon that his eyes are blue, then that´s fine with me. My bad. In that case my fic just has a minor flaw that I will not change. It´s nothing major.

If some people however think that the blue eyes are canon because the actor who plays him has blue eyes then that´s where my tolerance ends!

I am not writing him with the actor in mind. I´m not writing about the actor. That´s weird and depending on the fic a little disgusting. That is a real life person with a private life. We as fans of the franchise need to respect that.

Creativity should be the one thing we can all agree on. If you write about a fictional character or make art of him, especially one where his face is canonically not known, please feel free to interpret him to your hearts content. As far as I´m concerned I love reading and seeing so many different versions of him. Blue eyes or dark eyes. If it doesn´t fit into my perspective of him but I like the fic or art, I simply ignore it and enjoy someone else´s hard work.

Alright, I´ve been ranting about this for too long now. I hope this explains why I write Simon with brown eyes instead of blue. Because to me, they are not CLEARLY blue.

Thanks for indulging in my ranting <3 :D

P.S.:

His eyes in the comics that explain his backstory are brown:

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demcnsinmymind · 1 year ago

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@badassxbirdy moved from here to make this a beta post

It met her with a grin and a soft chuckle just like any other time, giving her a little shrug.

"We didn't really have much time to talk when I 'moved in'. Names have little meaning when you're running from a flaming inferno, don't you think? Would've been so much ruder to singe a single hair on his pretty little head just to say hello. There's a better time and place for that. And that was collapsing in the moment, so I didn't think so."

With that, it kept its staring right up, eyes not even blinking once. Looking almost insane with strange intrigue and interest in her, watching her every little reaction to its words and deeds like it was tuned into the most entertaining tv show.

The way she paled more and more. The way she tried to hard to think everything through, make sense of everything. Look on her face changing and turning disgusted soon after, when she called it a dickbag, then parasite. The look on Lance's face changed too, turned outright wicked and amused as it gave her a good laugh.

"A parasitic relationship only benefits one of the two parties involved while the other gets harmed, dear. And I'm doing anything but that. You'll find that what we have is so much more. Dear Lance benefits greatly from this. More so than I do, actually."

It frowned a bit at that, thinking it through as it patted Lance's pointer finger softly at the side of his left cheek.

"Now that I think about it, maybe that makes him the parasite" it wondered, only to adjust the body's position on her bed once more and shake his head with a smirk. "But no. I would never call him that. Seems kinda rude if ya ask me" it mimicked her earlier reply, glint in his eyes just a tad hostile and sinister after all.

It chose to completely ignore her annoyed request for it to stop being cryptic and instead kept its focus right on its favorite subject just like her. Its host, who was still asleep indeed. The hostility and change in its behavior got all the more pronounced, as it suddenly and for the very first time broke eye contact with her and instead made him look towards the ceiling. Its anger was starting to charge its surroundings, making the hairs on its host's arms stand right up. But that anger wasn't directed at her currently, was aimed at that ceiling instead, or somewhere inward thanks to the topic of dreams, contorting his face into a furious grimace as it kept looking at something she couldn't see.

"Not anymore, no. I made it stop."

The anger intensified for a moment longer, was starting to turn things weird already, the digital clock on the cheap microwave accelerating and glitching out of control, the tv turning on and flashing to noisy static until just like that...all ceased within the blink of an eye, ended by a single light bulb blowing up next to the bed.

"It never happened this way. Isn't happening, and never will happen that way. So I made it stop. I will always make it stop" Then, it looked back at her, look on Lance's face almost soft now, compared to that previous darkness and wrath.

"No more dreaming for tonight. Just sleeping. Just you and me now. With the night all to ourselves."

#badassxbirdy #roadside bestie : tyler #hope it's okay that I'm moving this to beta!#legacy is just causing more and more probs for me #demons in the halls : aza/thoth

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mad-hunts · 5 months ago

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♡ + codes / rules. we do know Barton isn't a law-abiding citizen in a largely objective sense, but would you say he still operates by his own specific set of rules or code? or is he sooner chaotic and regards no set of rules whatsoever? are there some lines he wouldn't cross, something that would be a supreme no-go or is he unhindered wholly?

AHH, hello, blu ( @sortilegii )! thank you so much for sending me this ask. i really appreciate your interest in him, my friend, and i honestly think this is SUCH a good question. because i think that, as a whole, other people in the underground probably see him as this guy who is willing to do anything to get what he wants / to achieve his goals — you know? but to tell you the truth, to say that he is would be kind of incorrect. because although barton is willing to do a lot to keep his so-called 'business' going, there are in fact some things that barton will draw the line at. and so i would say that, yes, he does have a code: albeit a kind of an unofficial / messy one. i mean, one thing that barton will absolutely NEVER do is kill children or hurt babies in any way, because he has always had sort of a soft spot towards them that might be viewed as odd by say... some other criminals, for example.

but i personally think that it makes perfect sense for him whenever you consider that he hasn't even thought about doing it, especially after he essentially got taken in by winslow, because although the toymaker is certainly not a perfect man by definition himself; the reason why his moniker is the toymaker in the first place is that he owned / owns a toy shop because he just wanted to bring some more light into children's lives and because he enjoyed doing work that involved his hands ( toymaking ) . so, winslow definitely would've passed on his fondness for them to barton if he didn't already feel disgusted by the concept. but since he was, it just reinforced this idea in him that it'd be completely wrong for him to kill them. and i honestly think this might have been born as a result of the fact that he views them as defenseless because that's exactly how he felt like as a child himself.

i mean, at the end of the day, there is a massive power imbalance between an adult and a child no matter what. and so the thought of killing them just kind of makes his blood run cold because they'd virtually have no chance to survive in a fight unless they were trained to or something. but most aren't, and so, even barton believes that it's a very wrong thing to do. other than that? the lines kind of get more blurry, but i can say one thing for certain, and that is that barton DEFINITELY doesn't approve of trying to doom a whole population / perhaps even the entire world. because even if he feels like he hates everyone sometimes, once again, it's just one of those things that just doesn't sit right with him. because that demonstrates a level of hatred that he has never felt and could possibly be due to prejudice, which, i think i've talked about briefly on here, barton doesn't like at all.

it makes him angry whenever people are so willfully ignorant, in fact, that they'd hate people for a trait that they have or simply because of who they are. buttt yeah. this is pretty much my entire two cents on the topic for right now, but i hope you like this response and that you've been having a wonderful day, my friend!

#sortilegii #asks.#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#YOUR NEED GREW TEETH: character study.#tw: mentions of child death.#tw: discussions of mass murder / massacring.

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houseofthewolves · 1 year ago

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The Arrangement

Part II - Secrets Are Not So Deep

For winter drawing nearer and nearer, it was certainly a hot day in King's Landing. As instructed by the Hand, Jaime had taken Breena out for a walk around the castle. It had been years since she'd been there, no fault of his sister, of course. It was nice to see the beautiful sights of the castle again. Though it was a reminder that Robert was dead. His booming drunken laughter no longer filled the halls as it had before.

"Has it changed?" Jaime asked her, trying to make conversation with his intended bride.

"Not to the eye," Breena admitted truthfully. "It all looks the same as I remember. It just doesn't feel it."

"A lot has changed," the Kingslayer nodded.

Breena smiled awkwardly, and nodded. She did not know exactly what to say. She began to second guess herself. Could she really marry this man if she couldn't even carry on a conversation with him?

They continued on in silence for a few more steps. Finally she thought of topic. "When does Tyrion leave for the Wall?" She asked curiously. The dwarf was the one Lannister she never minded. Years ago while she stayed in King's Landing they had spoken many times, and enjoyed each other's company.

Jaime looked at her with a hint of suprise, "Tomorrow." He said, and she saw the sadness linger in his eyes.

"I know he didn't do it. I also heard what you did. He's lucky to have you," Breena said as she glanced up at him.

"Lady Breena, I believe those were just words of kindness," he smirked at her. The youngest Baratheon smiled.

"I am quite kind," Breena pointed out smirking back at him. "Tyrion was always kind to me. He always left books for me he thought I'd enjoy. I know he is no killer. He's not the monster he's made out to be."

Jaime looked at her a little differently. Surprised by her acceptance of his brother, and to hear they were perhaps even friends. Tyrion had never mentioned such a relationship to him. "Thank you," he said greatfully.

The young doe nodded, "Now your sister on the other hand..."

Jaime's curiosity peaked, perhaps now he could find out what happened between them? How they went from sisters one moment, to Cersei wanting her head the next. "What happened with you two? For years Cersei doted on you. You were the younger sister she never had."

Breena looked at him with suprise, "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

The Baratheon was baffled. Her plump lips frowning slightly. "I saw you," she admitted. The image of the twins, naked and entwined entered her mind. Cersei's eyes locking with her own from across the room. It sent a disgusting shiver up her spine.

Jaime immediately stopped in his tracks. He knew exactly what she meant. Breena now two steps ahead of him, stopped and turned to face him. "What?" He asked in shock.

"Why do you think she made my brother send me North?" She asked. "She cornered me, terrified me, threatened me, and had Robert send me away. Unlike Bran Stark, I got to keep my legs," she added with a snap. Slowly she turned away from him. "I've known the whole time." She said as she continued walking.

Things began to make perfect sense to Jaime. He was planted in place, rooted by shock. She knew for certain his relationship with Cersei, a woman she now despises and still agreed to marry him? "That's why from the moment Robert asked Ned Stark to be Hand of the King, Cersei kept you from him. Why she wouldn't let you return to King's Landing. That's why she insisted Robert marry you off right then and there."

Breena turned to him again, "Guess there is a brain hidden within that pretty blonde wig of yours." She was annoyed now.

"And you still want this marriage," the Kingslayer ignored her. Trying to understand.

The young doe sighed, and walked back to her intended. "I am a woman in Westeros. I am a Baratheon. Stannis is the last male heir, and with the moronic mistakes he is making, he is more than likely to be the next stag to fall. I will be all that's left of our house. What power do I have? How can I reclaim what's rightfully mine? The home of my ancestors? By playing the game. If I stayed at Runestone, I would be an old widowed Royce forever, while Storm's End is handed off to some other lesser house. No. If I have to become a Lannister to save what's mine, I'll do it," she declared. Her violet eyes burned with determination, and passion for her words. "I will not sit by as my house dies because my brothers were foolish children fighting a war against themselves with fire and wooden swords."

Jaime stared at her with a new sense of admiration. She certainly had grown. She was not some foolish little girl anymore. She was a woman who knew who she was. She knew and accepted the fact that her brothers had doomed her house. That she was its last true hope. Breena knew what she was, and was wise enough to know how to play into her hands. The image of her sitting there, bargaining with his father was very clear to him now. He imagined she suprised him too.

"I'm sorry Cersei threatened you. I had no idea," he swallowed, unsure of what to say. He imagined the topic of his relationship with his sister would have come up eventually, but he was truly hoping to avoid it.

"It does not matter. I wouldn't be the woman I am today if Cersei hadn't pushed me away from my own family," the Baratheon scoffed and continued walking away from him. It was true. Had she continued to live in King's Landing, if Cersei hadn't pushed her away, she imagine she'd be very different person. She was beyond grateful for the Starks. She vowed that she would one day honor them. She'd have justice for what had been done to them. She just needed the support to do it, and for that, she needed a seat at the table. She needed Storm's End.

"Forgive me for interupting what sounds like a bloody awkward conversation," a voice called out. The pair turned to see Ser Bronn of the Blackwater approaching. "Ser Jaime, Lady Breena," he nodded to them respectfully.

"Ser Bronn," Jaime nodded to him.

"He's asking for you," the former sell sword said looking at the Kingslayer, then to his bride to be. "Both of you."

Breena and Jaime exchanged a knowing look. Tyrion.

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AAAAND HERE IT IS!! FINALLY!

*Requests are open*

STUBBORN part.II

By the end of the concert, things had calmed down a bit, with Hyunjin staying on IV drips to help with dehydration. After a few minutes, the members appeared in the room, Chan being in full dad mode.

- Did he get examined?

- Yes, after Minho came down with him, he threw up a few more times, that's why they set an IV. The doctor said it's a pretty bad stomach bug.

- That explains a lot.

- How are you feeling now, Hyunjin-ah?

Minho asked with a menacing expression. You knew what he was going to say after so you tried your best to hold your laughter.

- Better. The best I felt since morning.

- Oh, yeah that's good. You know what will happen when we get home right? 20 minutes at 180 degrees in the air fryer.

- Yes, hyungnim.

The threat made everyone laugh for the first time that day. And that's exactly what happened later but, since he had caught a stomach bug, things were far from being over.

The members took about 40 minutes to change and get everything ready to return to the dorms, long enough for the IV drip to finish. The concert venue was a little far from the dorms, so the ride back would take about an hour, or two if there was traffic.

- Kids, everyone's ready? Grabbed everything?

- Yes, hyung!

- Let's go then.

You turned to Hyunjin and got up from your seat and stood out your hand.

- Can you stand?

- Yes, thanks.

He grabbed your hand, stood up, and pulled you closer for a hug.

- Oh my God you two, let's go already!

Minho said with a disgusting expression. You two couldn't help but laugh, he loved teasing both of you.

Arriving at the van, something deep inside your mind told you to sit more to the front and close to the door, because if he had a stomach bug, things could get bad again.

- Kids, is everyone here? Got everything?

- Yes!

- Alright! Back to the dorms!

The ride started and surprisingly enough, even though they had just finished a full concert, they were still full of energy. Well, it wasn't that surprising, since they were known for their chaotic energy and behavior.

They started talking about the concert, and how the performance lived up to their standards.

They wanted to turn on a life but given Hyunjin's situation and your presence, they thought it would be better not to risk it.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah, you worked hard today. I'm proud of you.

- Thanks, hyung.

- But, next time listen to us. When you're feeling better we'll talk.

- Yes, hyung.

- But, honestly, you did really well even though you weren't feeling great.

- I didn't want to disappoint STAYs.

- We know.

All of you kept talking about the concert, the best parts, the peculiar things they saw in the audience. It had been a long time since they had this much fun.

Eventually, an important topic came up, food. They were all tired but incredibly hungry as well, and usually, after a concert, the staff would treat them to a banquet.

- So, what are we eating today?

- why don't we go with something everyone likes?

- Pizza?

- Yeah!

For a while, Hyunjin participated in the discussion, but then something deep inside of him started acting up again. The movement of the car, along with the talking was making Hyunjin feel nauseous again, the nausea was building up slowly and he tried to ignore it or deal with it but it was getting stronger.

He decided to sit back and focus his eyes on the road, being aware of the car movement usually helped with car sickness, but this wasn't the case.

You and the boys noticed he'd grown quiet and started to get worried.

- Hey, babe, what's wrong?

- Hyunjin-ah, are you okay?

Chan said putting a hand on the younger's shoulder and giving it a little squeeze.

- I'm feeling a little queasy...

- Kids, let's change the topic and quiet down for a bit.

They started talking more quietly and talked about anything else other than food. You turned your attention to the sick boy sitting beside you.

- Babe, I'm right here.

- Honey, can you hold my hand?

- Sure.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it a little, reassuring him you were there.

He kept trying to focus on the road, since using his phone in that situation was a big no. But that wasn't working, so he closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing and your touch, as you started rubbing his hand.

It seemed to work for a while, but then the van entered a bumpy road and the car wouldn't stop jumping and each movement made Hyunjin's stomach twist and turn.

He felt cold sweat on his neck and back and a burning sensation growing stronger on his chest, he squeezed your hand even tighter, until his knuckles turned white.

-Hey, what is it?

- I really don't feel good...

He felt the contents of his stomach sloshing around and then coming up his throat and started to swallow convulsively, trying to die down the urge to vomit.

- Try to breathe, babe. I'm right here.

He just nodded to your instruction and kept on trying to breathe and swallow, but the road condition wasn't helping. The van hit a rather big bump making the car move harshly and the sudden movement sent Hyunjin's stomach over the edge.

He felt hot liquid hitting the back of his throat, and jerked forward covering his mouth. It took everything in his power to warn you.

- I'm gonna be sick-

- Chan! Pull over!

Chan quickly grabbed a hold of the situation and told the manager to pull over, thankfully they were close to a rest area.

As soon as the van stopped, Chan stormed out of the vehicle and ran to open the door on Hyunjin's side.

- Here, I've got you.

He helped Hyunjin off the van and the young boy immediately bent over the moment he was out of the van, vomit coming out of his mouth violently. He coughed before another stream came out contracting his stomach and arching his back so forcefully, he felt out of breath and swayed forward, almost falling. Thankfully Chan, was by his side to hold him, he wrapped his arms around Hyunjin's body and guided him down to his knees.

- Hey, hey, I've got you, you're safe.

He kept rubbing his back while Hyunjin continued to vomit, each wave making him even more breathless and painful.

You grabbed a water bottle from your bag and made your way to Chan and Hyunjin.

You kneeled next to Hyunjin and started rubbing his stomach as well.

- Oh babe. you're doing good. Let everything out.

Meanwhile, in the van, the boys were clearly worried for Hyunjin, they'd never seen him that sick.

- Minho-hyung, will he be okay?

- Yes. It's just a stomach bug. A nasty one.

They kept talking, some decided to scroll through their phones to distract themselves from what was happening. And then they noticed Felix had gone quiet all of a sudden.

- Hey, Felix, you good?

- I don't know...

Only after taking in his dongsaeng complexion, Minho remembered a very important detail: Felix had a really sensitive gag reflex.

- Oh shit. Felix, look at me. You're okay, alright? Changbin-ah, open the door.

Changbin did as he was told and Minho got outside the van and went immediately to Felix's side.

- Hey, Felix, look at me, alright? focus on me.

Do you have your headphones with you?

- No-I I forgot them at home...

- Kids, can someone lend me a headphone?

- Here, hyung.

- Thanks. Felix put this on.

Minho knew Felix could get sick by seeing someone else being sick or hearing the sound, hence why he asked for the headphones. Once Felix put them on, Minho checked him one more time and noticed that he was shaking a bit, so he grabbed the younger's hands and squeezed them, bringing Felix's attention somewhere else.

- Felix, you're okay. Take deep breaths and focus on the music playing on the headphones. I'm right here with you.

Felix followed Minho's instructions and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. He paid attention to every movement his body made as he breathed and the comforting touch from his hyung. Eventually, he was able to calm down and the eerie feeling he began to feel earlier, had gone away.

- I'm okay now, hyung. Thanks...

- No problem. But don't take off the headphones, alright?

- Okay.

On the other side of the van, Hyunjin kept throwing up, his stomach not giving him a single break. It contracted painfully, arching his back and expelling everything, making his throat hurt from all the acid.

- It hurts...

- I know babe...You'll be fine, don't worry.

But the situation was getting too much, he felt pain all over his body, and his head was now pounding from all the strain it was going through. He started to feel panicked, he felt the world spin even though he was completely still, his vision was starting to get blurry and started to shake as well.

- Y/n... I'm feeling out of breath... I feel faint.

Chan guided Hyunjin to sit on the ground and held him close to his body. You positioned yourself in front of him and grabbed his hands.

- Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, honey. Look at me.

If you start to hyperventilate now, you'll only make yourself sick again.

You started rubbing his hands in patterns and told him to follow your breathing, while Chan held him and rubbed his chest to help the younger feel calmer.

- we're right here with you. There. You're doing good, my love. Keep going.

After a few minutes following this pattern, his breathing was under control again, but the nausea persisted. Without much warning, his stomach made him lurch forward, vomit coming out of his mouth hitting the ground, and a bit on your clothes. Chan kept holding him and rubbing his chest.

- I'm sorry...

- No. Don't apologize. It's okay.

- Don't worry Hyunjin-ah.

After that wave, he was left dry heaving. You gave him some water to rinse his mouth.

- Think we go back into the van now?

- Yes...

- Can you stand?

- No... I feel dizzy...

- Alright.

Chan put Hyunjin's arm over his shoulder while wrapping his other arm around the younger's waist and carefully stood up. He stopped for a moment to make sure Hyunjin felt grounded.

- You good? Can we walk?

- Yes, hyung...

You helped Chan take Hyunjin back to the van and settle him. You both stayed with him for a while to make sure he was feeling okay before entering the van yourselves.

- Can we go back to the dorm now? Hyunjin-ah, you sure you're okay?

- Yes, hyung

- And you Felix, you good?

Minho asked getting Chan's attention.

- What happened?

Minho whispered in Chan's ear, just so he wouldn't upset Hyunjin. That's the last thing he wanted.

- Felix's gag reflex acted up while you guys were outside.

- Really? Did he get sick?

- Thankfully no. I was able to calm him down.

- Good. Thank you. Let's go back home. We need to rest.

The rest of the ride home was uneventful, Hyunjin didn't get sick again, and Felix was fine as well. But you knew Hyunjin still felt sick, you could tell from the look in his eyes it was taking everything in his power to endure the ride back home.

Arriving at the building, the manager drove the car to the garage, to give the boys and you some privacy and safety. When the car stopped, everyone got out of the van but one, Hyunjin.

- Babe, what's wrong?

- I really don't feel good...I don't think I have any strength to walk...

As he spoke you noticed how shaky and pale he was. It broke your heart to see him so vulnerable, so sad, and in pain. You just wanted your cheerful and dramatic ball of sunshine back.

Chan instructed the members to head up first and get things ready for Hyunjin, while he helped you guide the sick boy to the elevator.

- Hyunjin-ah, can you walk?

- No... I feel lightheaded...

- I'll help you, okay?

- Sorry, hyung.

- Don't apologize. Come on.

Chan wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and carefully guided him out of the van, you following behind with all of your stuff.

Before Chan began walking he waited a moment to make sure Hyunjin wasn't feeling faint.

- Can we go?

- Hm.

The boy just hummed in response. The walk from the van to the elevator wasn't long, but for Hyunjin it felt like they were crossing the country on foot. And you were walking very slowly, so as not to risk Hyunjin fainting.

But each step was a challenge, he felt as if his legs were made of jelly, and even the smallest of movements were making his stomach angry. Halfway through to the elevator, his stomach decided it had enough of the walking and sent hot liquid up his chest. He felt it hitting the back of his throat and his mouth immediately filled with sour liquid. He just tugged Chan's clothes as a warning, which the leader understood and was quick to halt the movement.

Hyunjin bent forward and didn't have enough time to get his hand away from his mouth before vomiting, so it spilled through his fingers, hitting the ground with a sickening sound.

Chan kept holding him, and rubbing his chest and you stayed by your boyfriend's side rubbing his back.

- Oh my poor babe. Let it out.

He belched and that brought up even more watery vomit, making him bend even further. And if it wasn't for Chan, Hyunjin would've already fallen.

- I've got you, don't worry. Straighten your back, Hyunjin-ah.

Chan kept rubbing his chest to help with the nausea.

After a while, he said that he felt like nothing would come up. You cleaned his hand and helped him rinse his mouth before you could reach the elevator.

When you three finally arrived at the apartment, the boys had already prepared a bath for Hyunjin.

- Hyung, the bath is ready.

- Thank you.

- And Hyunjin? Why did you take so long?

- He threw up again...

- Oh my God.

- Where are Minho and Felix?

- Apparently, Felix wasn't feeling that good, so Minho-hyung went to the bedroom with him.

- Okay. I'll check on them.

- Y/n, take Hyunjin to the bath, I'll ask Minho to help you.

- Okay.

IN THE BEDROOM

From what the boys told Chan, Felix wasn't feeling great when they reached the dorms, so the leader went to check on him. When he got to the bedroom, he found Felix sitting on the edge of the bed with Minho by his side, rubbing the younger's nape

- Hey. Is everything okay?

- Oh, hyung! Felix's gag reflex acted up earlier and now he said he is feeling queasy.

- Minho, can you go and help y/n give Hyunjin a bath? I think you'd lighten up the mood a little.

- Yes.

- I'll stay here with Felix.

Minho exited the room leaving Felix and Chan alone.

- Hey mate, how are you feeling?

- Weird, I guess...

- Do you think you're gonna be sick?

- Not really. Well, as long as I don't see anything, no. It just feels strange, like a lingering eerie feeling in my stomach.

- Did you take anything?

- Yeah, Minho hyung gave me a nausea pill. It's starting to take effect. I guess I was just a little bit panicked.

- Well, we are all drained from the concert. Why don't we take a bath a just relax?

- Yeah. I'll just wait for Hyunjin to be settled first.

In the bathroom, you helped Hyunjin out of his clothes while Minho checked the water temperature. Fortunately, they had moved dorms and now both of their dorms had bathtubs since Hyunjin was in no state to take a bath standing up.

Minho helped him get into the bathtub and sit down.

- Are you okay?

- Hmm.

- Is the water good?

- Yes...

You decided to leave them and go get a change of clothes for Hyunjin.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah, are you feeling okay?

- For now yes...

- I'll turn around so you can take your bath, just say something if you feel sick again.

- Alright...

After about 15 minutes, Hyunjin finished his bath without any incidents.

You opened the door to the bathroom and gave Minho the clothes you picked for Hyunjin and waited outside for them.

Minho helped Hyunjin out of the bathtub and walked out of the bathroom holding him so he wouldn't fall. At this time, his hyung's support was everything keeping him from passing out.

The bath felt heavenly because on top of smelling like vomit, he was sweaty from the concert. But at the same time, it relaxed him too much, to the point he felt like all his strength left his body, for real this time.

- Hyung...I feel dizzy...

- Okay, let's sit down.

Minho went to the living room with Hyunjin and you followed them.

The older carefully helped the boy sit down on the couch and he immediately slouched.

- How are you feeling now, babe?

- A little better, but completely drained...

- No wonder... and the nausea?

- Seems to be gone for now...

- Think you can stomach something in a while?

- Maybe...

- Okay then, I'll prepare something for you.

- Let us do the cooking, Y/n. You can go shower first.

- Are you sure? It's no problem at all for me.

- Yes. You're tired as well.

- Thank you.

You really wanted to take a bath, considering you had vomit on your clothes but at the same time, you're the one with the most energy out of everyone in that dorm, so you wanted to help. But the boys were always very caring about you so things like this made you happy.

You went to Hyunjin's bedroom to grab some of his clothes for you before heading to the bathroom, leaving the sick boy in the living room with the other members.

After a while, Felix came out of the bedroom, he was looking much calmer and his complexion was better as well. He went to Hyunjin's side and gave him a hug, which Hyunjin returned.

- I'm sorry Felix, for making you feel sick.

- Oh that! No no no, don't apologize. It's my fault for not being cautious with myself.

- And are you feeling okay now?

- Yes. And you? How are you feeling?

- A little better. At least the nausea seems settled for now. I just feel really weak...

- Do you want to watch something?

- I don't know... I can't really trust my stomach right now... I'm afraid that all the movement might make me feel sick again...

- It's okay.

After what to Hyunjin, seemed like an eternity, you came out of the shower, wearing his clothes. He couldn't help but blush at the sight of the beautiful person in front of him, even though you've been dating for a few years, there were times he felt like he was seeing you for the first time.

He grabbed you by the waist and guided you to sit by his side and placed a kiss on your cheek.

- You look absolutely beautiful.

- Oh stop it, babe. I take it you're feeling better? For you to be all lovey-dovey

- My stomach seems settled for now...

- That's good. Thank heavens. But I'll just wait for your brothers to get themselves comfortable and then we'll talk.

- Yes.

After everyone took their baths and eaten, they all gathered in the living room to have a serious talk with Hyunjin.

- Hyunjin-ah, I wanna start by saying that you did really well today, despite not being well. However, this can not happen again. You need to listen to us and your body as well. You weren't feeling good since morning, we heard you throwing up, we asked you and you chose to tell us you were fine. I asked y/n to talk to you because I thought you'd listen to them. You got sick during rehearsal and almost got sick during the actual concert.

Can you imagine what could've happened if you'd gotten sick onstage? STAYs would get worried and that could cause panic.

- I'm really sorry, hyung. I really wanted to perform.

- We understand you but you need to think ahead, if you decide to perform while being sick, you could end up having to sit out other performances. Listen to your body, what if on top of being sick, you fainted onstage?

- I'm really really sorry for worrying you and you, y/n. I didn't want it to be like this.

- Just, listen to your hyungs next time okay? And y/n as well. We just want your well-being.

- I understand, hyung.

At this moment, Hyunjin was already crying. He didn't feel it coming, tears just fell. The thought of upsetting and worrying the members and you was practically unbearable. He began to sob and tremble and you, Chan, and Minho were quick to help.

- Hey, hey hey, breathe, Hyunjin-ah. You're gonna make yourself sick again.

Chan sit beside him and started rubbing his chest, trying to calm down the younger boy. You kept by his side holding his hand and reassuring him none of you were mad. And Minho positioned himself in front of him and tried to guide the sick boy through breathing patterns to help him calm down.

But it wasn't working, he tried to pay attention to everything all 3 of you were doing, but the crying made him swallow too much saliva and his stomach did not agree with that.

He could feel it revolting and something creeping up his chest and muffled a burp with his hand. Upon noticing this, Minho quickly grabbed a trash can and placed it underneath Hyunjin's mouth.

- Hey, if you're feeling sick you need to let it out.

He didn't want to, his throat was hurting and so was his stomach but his body did not want to keep that in. He bent forward, opening his mouth as vomit escaped from his mouth hitting the trash can with a sickening sound, making you grimace a little. Minho stood up from his position and placed a hand on Hyunjin's back gently pressing it down while you rubbed it, and Chan kept rubbing his chest.

- That's it, you're okay. We're right here with you.

All it took was a few seconds for Chan and Minho to realize Felix was close to them.

- Shit, hey Changbin-ah, take Felix to the bedroom!

- Ok!

Changbin wrapped his arms around Felix and guided the boy to his room before anything could happen.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin's stomach was empty again and left the boy gagging unproductively.

- Babe, you don't have anything on your stomach.

He just spat out thick saliva before you handed him a bottle of water to rinse his mouth.

- How are you feeling now?

- A little better, now that something came out.

- Think you take some medicine now?

- Yeah...

You have him a nausea pill, which took effect rather quickly. In about 30 minutes Hyunjin was feeling better and was even willing to watch some movies with the members. Upon noticing this, Minho gave a menacing look to the long-haired boy. You looked at him and immediately looked away, covering your mouth trying to surpass a laugh.

- Hey, Hyunjin-ah.

- Yes, hyung?

- Are you feeling better? Hm?

- Now yes.

- Ah, really? Good. That's good. You know you worried the hell out of us today, right?

- I know. I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay. But you know what we'll happen right? 20 minutes in the air fryer at 180 degrees.

- Yes, hyungnim.

You and the boys couldn't help but laugh while Minho stood there looking Hyunjin dead in the eye, which made the situation even more hilarious.

The night went on without any incidents, with you and the boys agreeing to watch a horror movie together. Everyone gathered in the living room, with mattresses, and slept there, while you slept hugging Hyunjin.

After such a tiring day, ending it with rain pouring outside and everyone together in that cozy living room, was everything all of you needed.

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