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Carmen

| "...the boys, the girls, they all like carmen, she gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes. she laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond...baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go, that's the little story of the girl you know. relying on the kindness of strangers, tying cherry knots, smiling, doing party favors..." |

| this drabble contains sexual content ;) | the 2nd edition to the 'Born to Die' series |

As Soarynn Nightingale climbs the steps of Clemensia Dovecote's apartment building, she sometimes forgets that some people don't live in townhouses, that some people are crammed into giant buildings with hundreds of other families.

What a terrible way to live.

Soarynn is more than used to living a life of luxury, the life she deserves if she's being honest. Her father has seen to it that she's always been taken care of, in school, in public, and even in private.

She's a Nightingale, and she'll be treated as such.

Soarynn can only think of one other person who shares a similar mindset to hers when it comes to carrying the family name. This other person, however, is the most arrogant, cocky, and annoying person she has ever met in her entire life.

And she's known him since she was five.

Coriolanus Snow.

Hopefully, he's not at this party. Clemmie said it would be small, intimate, and exclusive. Soarynn was obviously invited, top of the list like always. She's never missed a social event and can't wait to graduate from the Academy so she can attend University parties.

She's greeted by the doorman, who is more than used to seeing her face. Soarynn has been in and out of this building hundreds of times since she and Clemensia became steadfast friends when they were little. Clemensia lives on the Corso with all the other important Capitol families.

Soarynn and her father are the only people in the elite circles of the Capitol who don't live on the Corso, choosing to live in a more private residential area on Cornelia Street instead. She's heard it countless times from classmates and friends, how lucky she is to have a whole house to live in rather than an apartment.

The only other person that comes to mind when she thinks about living in a house is the President. She's not mad about that comparison at all.

Soarynn makes her way into the elevator, pushing the button to take her to the fifth floor. Clemmie doesn't live in the penthouse, unfortunately. When the doors open up, Soarynn is standing tall, demanding to be respected. She walks out into the hallway, ten apartments are on each floor, and Clemmie lives at the end of the hall.

One person waits outside the Dovecote's door, desperate to get inside. She spots her friend standing outside, caught up in an argument from the looks of it. "...for the last time, Sejanus, you're not invited!"

Soarynn rolls her eyes at the pitiful thought of Sejanus Plinth trying to get into a party like this. Sure enough, he's crowding the door, trying to peer inside at the fun. "What's the problem?" Soarynn asks sweetly, looking up at Sejanus, who sprouted up like a beanstalk during their sophomore year.

Sejanus looks down at her with solemn eyes. Sometimes she feels bad for the kid, forced to move here when he was young so his father could pursue his business from the Capitol side of the border rather than the District side.

He's always been an outsider, and although Soarynn does her best to maintain her sweet persona, she's never gone out of her way to make Sejanus feel included.

He's not one of them, simple as that.

Sejanus goes to explain, but Clemensia holds her hand up, silencing him. "Sejanus here thinks he was invited, but I know I didn't send him an invitation," Clemensia snaps, glaring daggers at the boy.

He slouches, "You won't even know I'm here, Clemmie," he insists, causing Clemensia's face to twist in disgust. "Don't call me that," she says, grabbing Soarynn's arm, pulling her inside, "and don't come to my parties! I don't mingle with District."

Soarynn offers Sejanus a sympathetic look even though she's with Clemmie on this one, he doesn't belong in the Capitol and certainly not in their party. "Maybe next time, Sejanus," Soarynn lies, batting her lashes up at him, "I promise you're not missing anything." Another lie, but who's counting?

Clemensia doesn't give him a single second to say anything else, slamming the door in his face and scoffing, "The nerve of him, showing up to my residence like some creep!" She tosses her sleek ponytail over her shoulder, and Soarynn nods in agreement. "It's honestly sad to watch," she muses, looking around the entryway. "I don't even know how he found out about this."

Clemensia guides her down the hall, the noise of the party grows louder and louder. "Who knows how he found out, I still don't know how he and his family slithered their way into the Capitol. That whole family is one big mystery."

Soarynn, already tired of talking about Sejanus, chooses to change the subject. "Did you get your nails done?" Clemmie visibly brightens at the question, holding her hand out for Soarynn to see. "I did! They look like little snake scales, see?"

Soarynn would never say it out loud, but she thinks the designs Clemensia gets on her nails are so heinous. They're always so trendy, not classy at all. She'll never find a husband with those nails. They're also so sharp, whereas Soarynn's are short and always painted a light shade of pink, the same as her toenails.

"So cute," Soarynn gushes, leaning into her friend, she might have shitty taste in nail designs, but she's one of her best friends. "Who's here? I assumed the usual guest list?"

Clemensia is known for her parties, everyone wants an invite, but she only invites people in their inner circles, the richest, the people who will decide the future of Panem one day.

"Oh, the usual, you, Livia, Persephone, Urban, Felix..." Clemensia goes on and on while Soarynn peers around the corner into the living room, where everyone is already mingling. The girls are sporting short dresses, too short to wear in public without being ridiculed but perfect for private things like this. The boys are more relaxed as well, in button-up shirts and pants, no need for a suit or uniform.

Soarynn's dress is absolutely perfect for tonight, black and tight with a very low back. It'll be sure to drive the boys wild tonight which is her favorite thing about these parties, showing people what they can't have, girls and boys alike.

They all like Soarynn.

"...and Coriolanus."

Soarynn's eye twitches upon hearing that cursed name. She was hoping he wouldn't be invited, and if he was, then she hoped he wouldn't come. Of course, he's here.

"Oh, he's here?" She asks casually, craning her neck to see if she can spot his tall blonde head amongst the crowd. "Mhm, I know you don't really like him, but Persephone wanted me to invite Festus, so obviously, I had to invite Coriolanus." Soarynn nods, she gets it, public image is everything, and not even Clemensia Dovecote is immune to the power someone like Coriolanus Snow has in their circles.

It's best to be on his good side.

Unless you're Soarynn Nightingale and don't care what he thinks.

He hates that about her which only inspires her to keep it up.

"It's fine," she sighs, checking her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. "It's for Persephone." Their good friend Persephone Price is madly in love with Festus Creed, an unfortunate choice in Soarynn's opinion. Festus isn't ugly, but he's not her first choice, not by a long shot. Persephone says he's sweet and makes her laugh.

Since when was that important?

Soarynn is well aware of what's actually important. She needs to find someone rich, someone important, someone who will provide for her, someone ambitious.

Someone like Coriolanus Snow.

It pains her to admit it, but he's the smartest boy in their grade; he's aggressive and competitive, always saying "Snow lands on top" whenever he wins something. It's so stupid, but in a way, she admires his grit.

If only he weren't some upright asshole who thinks he's above everyone else.

Soarynn likes to think she was put on this earth to humble him, put him in check.

She'll be sure to step on his toes tonight, just for the fun of it.

Soarynn takes a deep breath before plunging into the deep end of the social pool, walking into the living room where several pairs of eyes land on her. Felix lets out a low whistle, he has no shot with her, but because his father is the President, she remains so very sweet when talking to him.

"Wow Soarynn," he says, rising from the sofa, "you clean up nice." Soarynn tries a soft giggle, leaning in so he can kiss her cheek, a friendly greeting for the elite Capitolites. She looks over Felix's shoulder and sees that Coriolanus is watching their entire interaction, callous as always.

"Well, I knew I'd be in the presence of greatness," she playfully jokes, earning her a few laughs. Felix is only important because his father is important. Soarynn needs to marry someone who's always important, despite their father's position in the world.

"Oh, Soarynn, you're here!" Persephone says, teetering into the living room with two drinks, one in each hand. Festus follows behind her. Soarynn wonders what they were doing before she got here. Nothing good, from the looks of his smug face.

"I am," she agrees, hugging her friend, "and your hair looks fabulous."

The girls exchange kisses and quick gossip about Sejanus Plinth, who was pathetically trying to gain entry to their exclusive party. "He was here?" Persephone asks with a hushed tone, her eyes flitting to the boys on the sofa, "I can't believe he even came! I mean, did he really think we'd let him in?" Her last words are caught by Festus, who has never had an issue butting into other people's conversations.

"Who tried to get in?"

All three girls go quiet, none of them feeling that this is newsworthy information. Finally, Clemensia crumbles, "Sejanus Plinth," she sighs as if remembering the whole exhausting ordeal, "showed up at the door, practically begging to be let in."

Coriolanus adopts a more guarded expression, he's made it very clear that he doesn't like Sejanus. Soarynn remembers watching Sejanus limp out of the boy's locker room one time, with Coriolanus right behind him, a smug grin on his face. They were both questioned at the Dean's office, but Coriolanus got off scot-free. Apparently, his father, Crassus Snow, threatened to pull out all his donations to the school if they tried to punish his son.

Coriolanus gets away with murder so long as his father is there to back him up. Soarynn doesn't mind Mrs. Snow half as much as she minds her son. Mrs. Snow always welcomed her with open arms, whispering about how she'd be perfect for her sweet little Coriolanus. The woman is obviously blind to how her son really acts, but Soarynn won't be the one to pull the wool off her eyes.

Crassus has always remained indifferent towards Soarynn whenever they've crossed paths, but she knows why.

She looks just like her mother.

Father told her about it one night. Soarynn had gone with him to a gala, and they ran into the Snows. She had been around sixteen at the time and hated Coriolanus as much as she does now. Some things never change. They greeted each other and exchanged polite grievances, but Crassus seemed to be on one that night; too much champagne is what his wife wrote it off as.

He kept staring at Soarynn, to the point where she began to wonder if there was something on her face. His son was also staring at her, but that was nothing new. Coriolanus has never shied away from blatantly staring at people he either likes or hates.

Soarynn falls into the second category.

She asked her father about Crassus Snow's strange behavior once they got home, and he told her all about how Crassus Snow was madly in love with her mother when they were all younger.

"He was smitten with her," he explained, "besotted, couldn't go a day without seeing her. But your mother didn't return his feelings, she didn't long for a life with a Snow."

That confused Soarynn. The Snows were the richest family in Panem, her family was right under them, and the rest followed. Why wouldn't her mother take advantage of such a great opportunity?

"She didn't wish for a life of fake plesantries; she wanted more freedom and less societal pressure. I'm sure she would've run off with some District bloke if it wouldn't have lead to public shaming," her father mused. "Marrying Crassus meant conforming to his idea of perfection. Always having to meet his standards. It's not easy to be the wife of a Snow."

Having never met her mother, Soarynn only knew about her from stories and everyone telling her about how identical she looked to her. Soarynn has seen enough pictures to confirm this popular belief. She is Cera Nightingale's twin. No wonder Crassus can only stand to be around her for so long.

"I never thought I had a chance with your mother," father admitted. "I felt she was far too perfect for me, but I made her happy, made her laugh, let her do what she wanted to do. In the end, she chose me over Crassus. It caused quite a rift in my relationship with him. It's only been repaired in the past ten years, and we have you children to thank for that."

Soarynn had never been so confused in her life. What did she and Coriolanus have to do with their father's relationships? Nothing, nothing at all...unless...they thought there was a chance they'd get married and mend the rift.

Marrying Coriolanus Snow, ugh.

"Your mother wanted a little girl more than anything, she was so excited for you to come. We both were. You're the greatest gift she ever gave me, honey."

Soarynn knew as well as anybody that her mother died giving birth to her. She was able to imagine what her father went through, but that new information led her to wonder what Crassus went through. Watching the woman you once loved succumb to death while birthing the daughter who could have been yours. Coriolanus had been born months before she was, leading their parents to believe it was fate.

Or just bad timing.

Either way, it couldn't have been easy for Crassus Snow. And now, instead of forgetting the woman he once loved, he gets to see her daughter all the time. At least she's not in love with his son, that would be awkward. Soarynn can't stand Coriolanus, so cocky, so stuckup.

"Fucking Plinth," he seethes from the sofa, gripping his glass of posca, "I'm telling you, they think they're one of us. Just because you bought your way into the Capitol doesn't mean you belong here." Everyone nods in agreement, even Soarynn. He's right, Sejanus does not belong here.

"Next time, let me know," Festus says cooly. "I'll take care of it."

Soarynn snorts, ignoring the look she gets from Persephone. "Sure Festus, just like you took care of Titus the last time you two got in a fight." Festus immediately turns red when she reminds him of the very recent fight he got into with Titus Fenton. Titus is all muscle and no brains, he's an idiot, to put it plainly.

Soarynn knows how much Persephone likes Festus, and that's all fine and dandy, but it doesn't mean that she has to like Festus. He's best friends with Coriolanus which is dangerous territory for her.

"Well, what have you been up to this summer, Soarynn? Keeping busy with your gentleman callers?" Festus is playing with fire by trying to embarrass her. Soarynn gives him a smile all too sweet to be true and Coriolanus chuckles, bracing for the worst to be bestowed onto his friend.

"Oh, I've been keeping busy alright, Festus darling," she purrs back, "I've been helping out at the school, and I came across the most interesting file the other day. It had your name on it and said something about you almost failing last year's classes? Perhaps I misread the words."

Felix lets out another low whistle, and Coriolanus covers up his laugh with a cough. Festus is furious, it serves him right, too, trying to play with Soarynn Nightingale.

"I don't think that's any of your business, Soarynn," he replies, though not with the same amount of confidence he had moments before she delivered the deadly blow.

Soarynn hums, she makes it her business to know other people's business. It's easier to use it against them that way, to stay on top. "Then why don't you stay out of my business?" Festus lowers his gaze, no longer challenging her. "Fine."

She clasps her hands, wearing a pleased grin now that she's won this fight. "Good! Now, what's everyone doing for their last week of summer?"

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They're about an hour into the party when Persephone whispers in Soarynn's ear. "Did you really have to light into Festus like that? He was only teasing Soarynn." Perspehone has been blinded by love, it's painfully obvious to Soarynn, who doesn't have time for such frivolous things.

"The boy's an idiot, Persephone," she whispers back, glancing across the coffee table where Festus is spread out on the sofa, currently in a conversation with Clemmie and Coriolanus. "He nearly failed physical education! Do you know how hard it is to fail the easiest class the school offers?"

Her best friend scoffs, too blinded to see the truth. "He just gets stressed," she explains, taking a sip of her drink, "he's got a lot of pressure on his shoulders right now."

Soarynn doesn't buy that for a second. "Like what? Because he looks very relaxed right now."

"Once he graduates from the University, he'll have to make a name for himself, he has to carry the Creed lineage. This is very stressful stuff, Soarynn."

If Soarynn had to place bets on which boy has the most pressure on him, she'd bet on Coriolanus Snow. If he's anything like his father, he'll want the best and only the best for himself and his family. Festus doesn't come close to touching Coriolanus Snow.

Soarynn slyly looks over at where Coriolanus is sitting, his legs spread, taking up so much room. His fingers are wrapped around his glass of posca, his shirt is unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up. She sees that his curls are a bit unruly tonight, broken free from any product he puts in them.

It's very unfair how good he looks right now.

She's so focused on looking at him that she doesn't notice him looking at her. Not until Persephone nudges her and Soarynn looks directly into his piercing blue eyes. He looks smug to have caught her staring, and Soarynn scrowls, standing up, "I'm going to get another drink, want anything?"

Persephone looks longingly at Festus, "I'm fine for now, Festus will get me something if I get thirsty." Soarynn stops her eyes from rolling to the back of her head. If she ever gets to be like this because of a boy, she'll have Clemensia push her into oncoming traffic.

Ignoring his penetrating stare, Soarynn makes her way into the kitchen, glad to let her guard down for a few minutes. In a world where one is always trying to beat the other, it's imperative to always keep your guard up and remain sharp and tactile.

She helps herself to some punch that's gone untouched, most of her peers preferring alcohol as they get older. Soarynn glances around the kitchen, the Dovecotes have an impressive apartment despite it not being a penthouse. Mrs. Dovecote has kept it lavishly decorated over the years, never going too overboard with the small details.

There are two types of wealth in the Capitol: new money and old money.

Sejanus Plinth and his breed are the perfect example of new money. Their wealth dates back to two decades ago when Strabo Plinth started making a little bit of money.

Should his business run dry, he'll have nothing to fall back on.

Soarynn and her family are the perfect example of old money. Their wealth dates back several generations to when one of her distant relatives made his fortune and passed it along to his children while setting some aside.

Should her father's business run dry, they'll have something to fall back on.

There are other ways to decipher the two, such as furniture for example. Old money has dated pieces passed down from generation to generation. New money buys from catalogs. Old money has family heirlooms such as jewelry or paintings. New money goes to a gallery or jewelry store for something new.

Some might argue that money is money, but they're probably either poor or come from new money.

Soarynn and her friends are well aware of the differences and see themselves and their families above those who have just come into their fortunes.

Soarynn drums her fingers against the marble countertrops; she can't believe that her last year of attending the Academy is so soon. She still has one big summer event before the school doors open up for her one last time. The horse races. Her father usually prefers to stay home but she managed to convince him to go this time, and she can't wait to place bets.

Soarynn is all for being traditional, but she has no issue stepping into the male-dominated space every once in a while, especially to prove them wrong.

She's so focused on what she's going to wear to the races that she doesn't even notice Coriolanus sneaking up on her. "Lost in thought?" Soarynn snaps out of her daze, glaring storms at him without a second thought. He stands on the other side of the counter, an amused look on his annoyingly handsome face.

It's even worse because he knows he's good-looking.

"Yes I am," she answers haughtily, "but you wouldn't know much about that would you? You don't tend to think much when it comes to anything."

His jaw ticks, she's got him right where she wants him.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he announces loudly, loud enough for someone in the living room to hear him.

Soarynn watches him stalk down the hallway, already pissed off and she hasn't even gotten started yet. She waits one beat, two beats, three beats. She finishes off her punch and goes down the same hallway, glad she's familiar with the layout of this apartment.

Soarynn can see the bathroom light through the door. She looks over her shoulder to confirm that no one's followed her before knocking once, then twice, then once again. The door opens and she's looking up at Coriolanus Snow, the boy she hates and also fucks from time to time.

"You really should be taught some manners," he hisses, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her inside. He slams the door shut, locking it so no one can find them scandalously entangled like this. Soarynn stares up at him defiantly. Some people might be scared of Coriolanus Snow, but she's not.

He's just a boy.

She's seen him at his most vnunerable moments, buried balls deep inside her cunt, whimpering like a dog in heat. "Maybe you need to learn to pick better friends," she snaps back, not batting an eye when his hand comes up to grab her by the jaw.

Coriolanus is notoriously rough in bed, so rough that most girls have only slept with him once. But Soarynn likes it rough, that's what makes her so special. She doesn't mind being thrown around or manhandled. It turns her on, which turns him on.

It's a win-win situation.

Soarynn first discovered his sexual fantasies and desires one day in a storage closet at school. He had dragged her in there to have a private argument, which led to his lips on her lips, and their clothes quickly made their way to the floor. Ever since that fateful day, they've been having these secret little meetings, getting their stress out, and then going their separate ways.

It's made it a little more diffcult to act like she hates him so much, which she does, but she also loves his fingers inside of her, the curve of his cock, how big his hands are, how good of a kisser he is.

He's like this poison that she can't help but take, only for the three minutes of bliss she feels before she slowly starts to whither away.

"Maybe you need to learn how to keep your mouth shut," he fires back, looming over her. And he's tall, so, so tall, even when she's in heels, he's taller than her.

"Why don't you make me?"

That's all he needs to hear to press his lips to hers in a fiery kiss fueled with lust and held-back frustration. Soarynn hadn't planned on him being here tonight, but she still came prepared with her lacy black thong that he'll be sure to love.

Soarynn whimpers into the kiss when his hand slides down to her throat, applying enough pressure to make her dizzy with desire. His other hand comes to rest on her bareback, slipping under the fabric of her tight dress.

"Baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go, huh?" He teases, squeezing her waist, "Thought you'd get some attention wearing this? Thought some Capitol boy would come sweep you off your feet at this party?"

That's probably the thing she likes most about Coriolanus, he doesn't try to act all good and noble when they're having sex. He's his authentic self: degrading, rude, and arrogant. Neither of them has to pretend to be someone they're not for the other person.

It's all out in the open.

"I did," she says in between kisses, "unfortunately, you showed up instead, so I had to settle." He lets out a throaty chuckle, they're too evenly matched when it comes to their words and hatred for one another.

Soarynn can't believe people think they should get married.

He lets go of her throat and grabs her waist with both hands, lifting her up as if she weighs nothing. Soarynn gasps in surprise, only relaxing when she feels him set her down on the bathroom counter. Now, they're a little more even when it comes to height. Soarynn wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him back down to her so she can get in a few more kisses.

While he kisses her, his hand slides between her thighs, headed to her most sensitive area.

Many things can be said for Coriolanus Snow, but he is a very good lover. He's gone down on her more times than she can count, not even expecting her to return the favor. He's the most dangerous type of man in her opinion, the man who enjoys eating cunt for the fun of it, out of sheer enjoyment.

He eats her out like he's fucking starving.

Soarynn rolls her hips the second his fingers brush against her clit, barely covered by her panties. Coriolanus has teased her about the ligniere she wears one too many times. He says they barely cover anything. She says that's the whole fucking point.

It doesn't help that he likes to break things, including her bralettes when he can't get the hooks undone. One time, he did it at school, and she chewed him out about it for a good five minutes while he tried not to laugh.

Thankfully, she's not wearing a bralette today.

"So wet for me," he teases, biting her bottom lip with his teeth, "just sitting across from me gets you off, huh?"

Soarynn tries to scoff but it turns into a whine when he pushes her panties aside to rub her clit, elicting the most wonderful sensations. Most boys his age don't even know what the clit is so he's a mircale in that regard.

"No," she gasps, arching her body into his, "but arguing with your friends does. Maybe I'll let one of them finally taste me before the summer's over."

His change in demeanor is remarkable. He goes from cocky to pissed off in a matter of seconds. His lips latch onto her neck despite her very clear instructions to leave no marks when they have these little rendezvous. They must come back the same way they left.

Soarynn moans when she feels a finger slip inside of her. It's been a few weeks since she saw Coriolanus and that was at a charity auction. They snuck off to a dark corner where she gave him a blowjob and he returned the favor by making her cum in less than five minutes with his nose.

His nose!

He says she tastes good, smells good too.

Soarynn doesn't know how to feel about that.

"You won't let anyone taste you," he growls, sucking on the tender skin of her neck, "we're exclusive, remember?"

In the midst of the pleasure, Soarynn finds enough strength to roll her eyes at his possessiveness. After the first time they had sex, Coriolanus had proposed an arrangement to continue to secretly meet in exchange for mind-blowing sex.

They've never done it at their respective homes, too risky since they aren't officially courting. But he was very insistent on them remaining exclusive, loyal to each other. Soarynn saw it as greed and insecurity, whereas he claimed it was for the sake of their sexual hygiene.

Soarynn thinks that if it smells like shit, it probably is shit.

"How could I forget?" She taunts, reaching down to palm him through his pants, "You'd rather kill yourself than share me."

Coriolanus gives her neck one last suck and pulls away, breathless and his curls are tussled. "Correction, I don't want to share your cunt, not you, darling." The petname goes straight to her core, he called her that once and got a visceral reaction from it. He's used it on her ever since. It's both coddling and condescending.

He presses a row of kisses to her jaw, "You can throw yourself to the dogs anytime you want, Soarynn, but we both know you'll just come crawling back to me when you're done."

Angered beyond belief, Soarynn takes a firm grip of his hardened cock, making him groan. "You're a dog too, Coriolanus, the only difference between you and them is that I have you on a leash."

There, now they're even.

He's mad, she's mad. There's only one solution to this.

"Turn around and bend over."

Soarynn does what he says, not because she listens to him, but because they have a very limited amount of time before someone comes looking for them. Soarynn arches her back, pressing her ass against his crotch, smirking when he lands a slap to her ass. Coriolanus pushes her dress over the curves of her back, swearing under his breath when he sees the panties she wore tonight.

"It might make you less of a whore if you started wearing less provacative panties."

Soarynn smiles at him from over her shoulder, "What makes you think I want to stop being a whore?"

They have such a way with words.

Coriolanus merely glares at her while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Soarynn rests her hands on the sink, preparing for a good fuck, a hard fuck. She feels the tip of his cock pushing at her entrance, it slides in seamlessly and they both moan at the feeling.

Coriolanus buries himself to the hilt before pulling back out so he can slam back into her. Soarynn has to clench her teeth so she doesn't moan too loudly. Coriolanus is relentless with his thrusts, hitting her sweet spot every single time with amazing accuracy.

"You're only a whore for me though," he grunts, slapping her ass again, "only fall apart on my cock, my fingers, my tongue. No one else can make you feel this way."

He's right, no one on earth could piss her off as much as he does.

Soarynn tries to come up with something snarky to say, but her mind is clouded with lust and pleasure. He seems to pick up on that and brings a hand down between her legs, rubbing her clit in tight circles. Soarynn cries out, and her legs begin to shake.

She's already getting close to her orgasm which is going to be a new record for them at the rate he's fucking her.

She's so, so close when she hears footsteps getting so, so close to the bathroom door.

"Soarynn? Are you in here?"

Both their eyes go wide, and Soarynn quickly turns on the sink. "I am," she calls, reaching behind her to grab Coriolanus, he's still fucking her and it's going to blow their cover.

"Have you seen Coriolanus?"

Soarynn wishes Clemmie would buzz off, but she's a good hostess who, unfortunately, cares very much about her guests. Coriolanus leans forward, brushing his nose against the shell of her ear, "Lie for me baby, be my good girl and lie for me."

Soarynn whimpers, she can feel something dripping down her leg, and it's not water from the sink.

"I...I, I think he went outside," she croaks, her eyes fluttering from his fingers on her clit.

"Oh, alright, let him know we're looking for him if you find him first," Clemmie calls. Soarynn nods even though her friend can't see her, listening to her receding footsteps.

Coriolanus doesn't miss a beat and starts pounding into her even harder than before, taunting her. "Such a fucking slut, lying to your friend. What would she say if she found you split open on my cock Soarynn? Would she call you a whore? Would she be jealous? Would she go tell everyone that little Soarynn Nightingale likes it hard and fast?"

"Fuck...you," she gets out, going limp when her orgasm finally washes over her. Coriolanus holds her up, riding through her orgasm so he can reach his own. Soarynn is more and more grateful for her implant each and every time they do this.

Coriolanus loves to finish inside of her.

They're both panting, sweaty messes in the Dovecote's bathroom. Neither of them says anything, sometimes they leave without saying a word. There's nothing to say.

He finally breaks the silence, tracing a finger down her spine. "I like this dress," he mumbles. Soarynn looks at him through the mirror's reflection. Sometimes, he actually looks sweet, like someone she'd want to court.

Then he says something mean and ruins the whole fantasy.

"I wanted to look nice," she says, straightening up, "presentation is everything, as you know."

He nods, meeting her eyes in the mirror. Every time they do this, she wonders if it'll be the last, if one day she'll see him with a girl and know that it's over. Whatever is between them is over.

She'll have to leave first, she decides. In a world like this, you either leave or get left behind.

"Well, this was fun. You should head out first since they're looking for you," she throws out, hoping he'll catch her hint to get the fuck out. He does, thank goodness. She sighs when he pulls out, suddenly feeling so empty, and it's not because he isn't inside her anymore.

Coriolanus quickly cleans himself up, handing her a wad of toilet paper to make due with as well. Soarynn takes it and wipes between her legs, at least her panties are still intact. She's about to pull them up when he gets down on his knees, causing her to stop.

"What're you doing?"

He shakes his head, a grin now on his lips. "Just trust me," he says, sliding her panties down her smooth legs. Soarynn doesn't know why she listens, but she does. He slides them down to her ankles, and Soarynn carefully lifts one foot and then the other so he can take them completely off.

Coriolanus holds her panties in his hands while she waits with baited breath, no clue as to what he plans to do with them. He rises back up to his full height, and that bastard stuffs them into his pocket!

Soarynn gasps, punching him in the chest, "Give those back!"

Coriolanus laughs, holding his hands up in surrender, "You gave them to me. It's like a souvenir, something that says: 'I visited Soarynn Nightingale's cunt and lived to tell the tale.'"

She's going to kill him.

If she wasn't mad before, she's furious now.

"Give. Them. Back."

"No."

Coriolanus unlocks the doors and opens it, fresh air is gladly welcomed into the confined space. "I'll give them back," he says, flashing her that infamous grin, "eventually."

He leaves before she can say or do anything else, left to deal with the mess he's made. Soarynn scowls, slamming the door shut so she can finish wiping up. The nerve of him! That asshole!

She'll get even.

She always does.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn finds herself sitting across from Coriolanus again, the only difference is that she's missing her panties.

He looks so proud of himself, smirking while halfheartedly listening to the conversation taking place in front of them. It seems that Festus and Persephone got into a fight while they were fucking and it's still not over.

With everyone's attention on those two, Soarynn decides to lean back into the sofa, spreading her legs the same way Coriolanus does to take up as much space as possible. He glances at her once and then does a double take when he realizes that her cunt is on full display.

Soarynn tilts her head all innocent-like, pretending nothing is wrong with this picture. It's so satisfying to see how angry he gets, how he grabs a throw pillow so tightly, how his face gets red and his cock begins to harden all over again.

'Close your legs,' he mouths to her.

Soarynn pretends not to see him. If he wants to steal her panties then that's fine but if he wants to call her a whore, then two can play at that game. She'll gladly be the girl who keeps her legs spread for all to see.

He clears his throat in an effort to get her attention, but she ignores him entirely. In a final attempt, he launches the pillow at her, catching everyone off guard. Soarynn shuts her legs and glares at him, "What the hell was that for?"

They get quite a few looks from their friends who are well aware of their rivalry but unaware of what lies beneath it. To them, this is normal, everyday behavior for Coriolanus and Soarynn.

He shrugs, pleased to have gotten his way, "Just felt like it."

Soarynn nods, setting the pillow down next to her. She slowly leans forward, grabbing her fresh glass of punch, "Well, since we're doing things we feel like doing, have some punch, Coriolanus." She jerks her arm forward, splashing the punch at him with precise aim.

Not a drop lands on the furniture or the floor.

Just on Coriolanus.

All the girls gasp, and the boys cover their mouths with their hands. No one makes a move. Coriolanus uses his hand to wipe the red punch off his face, looking down at his stained outfit in disbelief.

"You fuckin-" He's cut off by Festus who sharply elbows him. Soarynn is sure they talk about sex in private, but they're in the presence of ladies right now.

Although Soarynn is no lady.

The tension is broken by the front door being opened and the Dovecotes walking into a soaking wet Coriolanus Snow. "Coriolanus dear," Mrs. Dovecote gasps, "what on earth happened to you?"

He wipes some more punch off his face, "I spilled."

Soarynn smirks, he'd rather lie than tell the truth and be more embarrassed than he already is. Public image is everything, after all.

"Did you get any on the sofa?"

"No, Mrs. Dovecote."

The older woman lets out a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank goodness. We just got the sofas cleaned. And Clemensia, darling, make sure your friends use the coasters for their drinks. Your grandfather paid good money for that coffee table."

Mrs. Dovecote casts Coriolanus one more curious glance before heading to her bedroom, leaving the children to sort out their differences. "You're so wet," Soarynn observes, remembering how he said those words to her in a very different setting, "maybe you should dry off Coriolanus."

He abruptly stands up, and if looks could kill, she'd be dead.

"It was lovely seeing you all tonight," he spits out, casting her one last glare before stomping to the hallway. When they hear the front door close, Livia lets out a laugh, "I can't believe you did that, Soarynn! He's going to kill you!"

Soarynn shrugs, if anything, the sex will be great the next time they see each other. "He had it coming," is all she says.

She can already hear Coriolanus venting about this to his father and then to his friends, complaining about her. "Only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean."

He'll get over it.

With things like this, you either get over it or under it, and Soarynn knows Coriolanus will choose to get over it.

It's etiher that or stay at the bottom.

And as he likes to say, Snow lands on top.

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galedekarios · 10 months ago

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Karlach: Aw, was that Gale’s granddad? Player: That was Elminster Aumar - the most famous wizard in the realms. Karlach: Huh. Doesn’t ring a bell.

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classyrbf · 4 months ago

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boss!nanami who has this cold and off putting demeanor, seeming to intimidate everyone in the office. His voice is always stern and deep and he quite observes the rest of the employees without saying a word. No one has ever dared to disobey his orders or deadlines, feeling the need to impress their boss who sits in his locked office all day, having meetings and filing through tedious paperwork. But what everyone is so unaware of is that office assistant, you, are secretly on your knees every morning, waiting under the bosses desk like you should be. He simply greets by cupping you face, running the pad of his thumb along your cheek while you snuggle into his palm, undoing his belt simultaneously. He’s already hard, an obvious bulge in his pants.

A low grown emits from his throat the moment you take him in your mouth. You’re swirling your wet tongue around his swollen tip, licking up every last drop of pre cum while jerking him off. He leans back his chair, eyes shut as he sighs in bliss. “Good girl, just like that.” He places his hand on the back of your head and pushes you further down, his cock stretching your throat until your gagging on it. “Nnnghh, fuck!” He grunts. A knock on the door startles both you and Nanami and he’s quick to pull you off his cock so you can breathe.

“Sorry, sir, I don’t mean to interrupt. I just have the reports that you wanted. They’re completely filled out and the information from the sister company also did their part.” A woman spoke, her voice shaking. She was clearly nervous.

Nanami stroked your hair as you sucked on his balls, dragging your tongue all the wall from the base to the tip, placing a soft kiss on the head. His hips slightly jerked at the sensation. The hand that was petting your hair now tugging at it as a warning sign.

He cleared his throat, taking the file from the woman. “Thank you. I’ll look into it.” And with that the woman left. Nanami scooted his chair back, looking down at the sloppy mess your were creating. “You tryna get caught?” He glares at you only for you send him a smile in return. “Yeah, I bet you are. Bet it gets you all excited just thinking about it. You wouldn’t care if everyone in this office watched you take me down your throat, hm?”

“No, sir,” you batted your eyelashes at him. You took him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his veiny shaft.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” he scoffed, trained eyes fixated on the way you sucked him off, loving how messy you get. “I’ve got a meeting in five, so be a good girl and make this quick.” He ordered, pushing your head down lower. His entire body shivered when your throat squeezed around him.

He knows you’ll be able to do it, you have every morning for the past three months since you began working here. And when everyone else goes home, he’ll see you again as well. You could say he enjoys coming to work a little more just because of you.

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haveihitanerve · 10 months ago

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Bruce sends his kids little notes using carrier bats. It first started when Dick moved out and he wanted to talk to his son but didn't want to call and then have dick hang up on him or decline, didn't want to see his message be left on read, so he bought a little circus bat and taught it to fly to wherever Dick’s scent was (ie he would hang a piece of dicks clothing up at one end of the cave) and built him a nest built of dicks old bedsheets and then tied a little note to its foot, just a little question about how the weather is in Bludhaven and if hes getting enough sleep and alfred misses him, nothing that can be seen as overbearing or forcing himself into his life, and the little bat flies all the way to Bludhaven and hangs on Dicks window and Dick sees it and memories slam into him full force because bats are batman and robin and he cant, not yet. So he doesn't open the window. Ignores him. But the little bat is anything if not as stubborn as the man who trained him so he stays. And after two days Dick relents because the bat hasn't moved an inch and is probably hungry, so he brings him inside and then he sees the note for the first time and opens it and then he breaks and the tears flow because Bruce cares and bruce still wants him. And dick spends time with the little bat and takes it on missions as Nightwing because they’re both nocturnal and then finally, dick attaches a little note to the bats leg and he flies off to bruce. And bruce sees the little bat on his window and opens it, when he spots Dick standing just below, smiling faintly. “Hey b.”

Bruce gets a bat from the cave ceiling for Babs almost immediately after her accident with Joker because he has responsibilities but he cant leave her alone so he sends her notes everyday and hopes the bat is a good enough companion and when she becomes oracle the bat serves as an exchange of information and contacts and bruce still uses him to check up on her and babs rolls her eyes everytime, but its fond

And so then when Jason comes bruce finds another little bat hanging in crime alley and uses her as a therapy animal after he dies and trains her the way he trained Dick’s but the bat doesn't have anyone to fly to and bruce tries not to cry when he sends it out with notes and it returns because it has no one to deliver to… until one day it doesn't come back. And bruce is afraid and confused and a week later the bat is back, a new note attached to her leg and bruce takes it and breaks down and he gets to talk to his son again.

Tim already comes with his own bat because Nightwing has one, but the little girl imprints on Bruce right away and Tim pouts but he cant really be angry, not when Bruce sends his bat over to him almost daily while hes in the batcave or his room or the tower with reminders to eat and sleep and coupons for coffee

When Steph arrives Bruce hates himself for firing her but he just cant right now, but he stills gets a bat from the cave and sends it to her and apologizes because he cant bring himself to leave everything unspoken between them and Steph actually adores it and every so often she’ll send him a note and bruce knows hes forgiven

For Damian theres no need for a bat because he lives in the house with Bruce, but then they have Goliath and well… he serves as a messenger when no one else can get damian out of the training area

bruce has never named the bats, thinking that was for them alone to do and he didnt want to get too attached because theres always a chance he pushed too far and his kids wont send a message back, but one day all his kids were hanging out in the living room together and bruce had just come up to join them when he hears dick say "hey wheres b? the movie's about to start?" and jason chucks a piece of popcorn in his mouth and goes "idk, ill send him a note." but tim goes "no i will!" and all together they yell "ROBIN!!!" and all their bats come flying from the cave and fly to their specific masters and Bruce cant fight the tears and when every little bat flies towards him and delivers their note he walks out into the living room and gives them the biggest hug

#batfam #good dad bruce wayne #batman #batman and robin #batkids #batfamily #batfam headcanons

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caffeinatedvigilantewriter · 4 months ago

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So Danny is older, and lives in Gotham as a mechanic (he could be a We mechanic, a JLA mechanic, whatever) and eventually, he starts dating Bruce Wayne.

Now, Danny knows the Wayne at the bats, it’s kinda hard to hide your vigilantism from a former vigilante. But Danny doesn’t mention it, he knows the dangerous of telling your loved ones.

Jazz is alive and a therapist is Coast City (Jazz x Hal? Could that work? Idk too much about the green lanterns). Dan is undercover to investigate pools of corrupted ectoplasm that’s guarded by an assassin cult, and Dani is still traveling the world, not for pleasure, but for the Realms.

Dani doesn’t age. It’s a side effect of being a clone. She destabilized one to many times and now her ghost half won’t let her age so she won’t die.

Dani can’t exactly settle down in a city likes the others. She looks 12. And while her siblings would take care of her in a heartbeat, she needs to fill her obsession of history and adventure.

So, she starts hunting for old artifacts, especially the magic ones. It’s a great way to learn about history and get a sense of adventure.

She’s been doing this for a couple years, building a name for herself and she gotten very good. (Keep in mind she only looks 12, but she’s actually like 33 mentally and intellectually)

Eventually, she crosses paths with a bat while searching for an artifact. (Even better if its Duke. We need more Duke. Probably won’t work with Cass, we’ll use Duke for the prompt, but can be switched out)

Obviously, Duke is kinda confused as to why a 12 yo is going after a dangerous magic artifact in the middle of but-fuck nowhere and offers to take her to Gotham and drops her off there after taking the artifact.

Dani knows better, she was going to refuse, but the realized she could take this as a free ride. So she agrees.

The reach Gotham and go their separate ways, and Duke goes home immediately, didn’t even take the time to tell anyone about the girl. but when Duke is at home hanging with their civilian stepdad, Danny gets a call and says he’s inviting his younger sister over

Bruce: Jazz? Jazz is older that you

Danny: nope! I have another sister!

Everyone: ???

Bruce: how comes we never meet her?

Danny: you have! She was at the wedding! But you’ll see her again don’t worry! She doesn’t visit often so I’m excited!

They arrives, the bat opens the door and Dani walks in.

Danny: Dani!!

Dani: Danny!!

So people are confused, Duke is like omg my aunt is an artifact hunter?? while everyone else is like omg my aunt is younger than me??

Eventually, Danny opens her backpack and goes:

Dani: so I was in *insert random place in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere* and found this! *pulls out artifact* I thought you would like so I brought it for you!

Danny: aww, thanks Dani, you shouldn’t have

Duke, who put that artifact in the cave for study: 👁️👄👁️

And Dani gives them a wink.

Duke isn’t going to take that lying down and attempts to find out Dani’s secrets while shes thwarting him at every turn.

Dani stays at the manor for a while, but nobody believe Duke when he tries warning them of Dani, because Duke didn’t tell anyone about the artifact

Things become even more alarming when Danny also start thwarting him, despite not know the family secret. (Danny thinks that Duke is onto the family secret.)

Cue crack, angst, fluff, whatever your heart desires.

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icecream4starscream · 3 months ago

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Spoiler Warning for Transformers One. Please go see the film, it's great.

Something occurred to me when rewatching Elita-1's firing scene:

Right off the bat, she's presented as an absolute unit in the mines. We see her being a very by-the-book character. She's incredibly competent, strong, serious, focused, and an effective leader.

Maybe a little too effective.

We learn that Sentinel goes out of his way to personally take care of any "anomalies" in his system and does so in a way where the blame always gets shifted away from him.

It's why he personally went to see Pax and D-16 after the Iacon 5000 race. He makes himself out to be the open-minded, compassionate leader he's been parading as.

When Darkwing throws Orion and D-16 into sub-level 50, neither bot suspects Sentinel for their demotion. In fact, they beg Darkwing to talk to Sentinel so he can sort out the "misunderstanding".

It's later confirmed that Sentinel never had any intention of talking with Orion or D-16 after their first meeting. When Orion reunites with his fellow miners later in the film, they mention that Sentinel put out a statement saying that they both died from "racing injuries".

Sentinel might've not even openly ordered Darkwing to dispose of them. Darkwing might've been manipulated into thinking everyone was mocking him for losing the race (thanks to lowly miners) making him want to get rid of them.

Subconsciously manipulating someone like Darkwing would've been easy for Sentinel.

Sentinel clearly does not tolerate anyone rising above the station he imposes on them.

So what does this have to do with Elita-1 being fired?

We see her rigidly following the rules, meeting all quotas, running a tight and efficient crew. She's doing her job as a miner, a role unknowingly forced upon her by Sentinel, perfectly.

Shouldn't Sentinel be happy about that?

Well sure...

If Elita wasn't actively trying to get promoted.

We don't get a lot of information about how promotion works in TFOne's mining system, but we do know that in other iterations of pre-war Cybertron, one of the only ways miners could rise out of the mines was by participating in ridiculously difficult gladiatorial fights in Kaon's pits.

In other iterations, this was how D-16/Megatron was able to escape his station and how he grew to be so strong.

So basically, whatever version you look at, the miners are told "if you work really, reeeeally hard, and do your job perfectly, and don't die in the process (which, odds are, you will) you might, MIGHT get a chance to get out of the caste you were born into."

It's BS.

It's an impossible feat. No one is actually supposed to be able to achieve that goal, but it's the metaphorical carrot dangling in front of the work mules so they don't notice the ever-tightening rope around their necks.

But every so often there's someone extraordinary, like Elita, who actually manages to meet this impossible standard and with whom it becomes increasingly difficult to deny this coveted promotion.

So what can Sentinel do about bots like Elita-1?

Simple.

Wait for a screw-up.

It must happen eventually.

A member of Elita's team, Orion Pax, in clear violation of evacuation protocol, goes back into the mines to save Jazz from getting crushed to death.

Despite managing to escape, the closing mine causes a tunnel support to be flung into nearby machinery (which doesn't look critical and could probably be easily fixed).

Then, right the heck outta nowhere, Darkwing drops in, SECONDS AFTER THE INCIDENT JUST HAPPENED, and immediately fires Elita.

No "What happened?" or "Who's responsible?" or "The supervisor wants to see you", he just pops into the scene and demotes Elita, arguably one of the best workers in the mine, to a bottom-tier waste management position.

As if he'd been on standby, actively waiting for a reason to fire her.

"But Elita herself wasn't the one who screwed up!"

Doesn't matter.

"But she told them to follow protocol!"

Doesn't matter.

"But Orion admitted he was the one at fault!"

Doesn't matter.

"But a bot was saved! Jazz would've died!"

Does. Not. MATTER.

Her firing is presented as the typical "one character says thing won't happen then thing immediately happens" joke, but given how so much thought went into so much of TFOne's background details, I can't help but wonder if this was a hint to how broken the system was and how it was always rigged in a way that ensures the miners will never get out.

Not to mention, once Orion, D-16, and Jazz safely escape, she chews Orion out by saying, "If I get fired for this..." meaning this abrupt, out-of-nowhere, baseless firing is absolutely typical.

That's what makes Elita's "I'm better than you" speech to Orion that much more meaningful, because in many ways, she is better than him.

She's a better worker, better fighter, better at completing the task at hand, better at making sure things run smoothly. She is, ironically enough, an efficient and perfectly-running machine.

But had Orion not dragged Elita to the surface, she probably would've spent her whole life obediently following the rules, never questioning why things were the way they were. She was so focused on rising up within the system that she could never look beyond it.

Elita might be the cog by which other cogs turn.

But Orion is the spark that shows them a better way.

That's why he was given the Matrix.

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timmydraker · 4 months ago

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During a Gala for raising awareness about women’s healthcare, a few heroes show up in both costume and civilian persona.

Wonder Woman is proudly walking around in a Greek style toga and talking about how the women of her home land care for one another and never doubt each others word on health issues. She is shamelessly challenging the men in the audience to better understand the women they claim to love and advocate for.

She’s the most obvious one in attendance, though if you look closer you will see Raven and Miss Martian talking with a the most obviously sexist group of men and making them all sweat bullets.

Others, like Zatana and all of the Bat kids, are in their civilian uniforms.

The most important guest in this line up, in the sense that her husband is making Bruce pout like an angry kitten, is Dinah.

Because Dinah is there to make a speech so naturally her husband Ollie is there to support her.

Yet when the speech is done and the wandering around begins, Bruce watches as Ollie hangs around one person like they’re old pals.

Tim Drake, Bruce’s most professional son during public events, is laughing and clinging to Oliver Queen like he’s some kind of celebrity or cousin he only gets to see once a year. The blond man had his arm around the younger Luke a parent and is chatting away with Tim as the two half talk with business partners and other socialites or so obviously just between themselves that the other people politely leave them to it.

Bruce had never seen Tim so relaxed at a Gala, the growing young man usually taking the time to go full business and organise meetings, deals or just the usual routine of holding reputation.

Yet there is Oliver Queen acting like they’re old friends.

Like Tim is his son.

Naturally, Dick and Barbara notice how Bruce is glaring at Queen and trying to hold back a frown of genuine hurt and jealousy. Part of them feels bad, but Tim and Oliver Queen are both made for this world, so it makes sense they get along in it.

But then Diana, who doesn’t mean any harm and is just talking to Bruce Wayne about how she approves of his work on the ecosystem casually leans down and whispers to him as Batman, “It’s always so nice to see how those two get along.”

Bruce’s eye twitched a little and he doesn’t bother trying to feign curiosity and grumbles out, “explain.”

Wonder Woman laughs loud and cheerful, which the room is now sued to hearing and jsut assume Brucie Wayne is trying to flirt with an Amazon which is not at all surprising.

“Oh, Bruce. Haven’t you noticed how Tim follows Jim’s round whenever they are at the tower? He’s like a little duckling. One time I heard him asking if Ollie wanted to come to his school event to see his science project!”

She goes on to talk about how Ollie must seem like an uncle to him and doesn’t pay attention to Bruce’s internal spiral.

By the end of the night Bruce looks like he might start crying, though only his children can see that.

Tim and Ollie finally make their way towards him after having a talk to some older woman about something or rather and Bruce puts on a mask quickly, acting as if he isn’t about to strangle Oliver Queen as they get ready to leave.

Dick steers Damian away and asks Duke to get the girls and wait in the car, knowing full well Bruce is going to embarrasses himself.

Rather quickly, Tim picks up on his distress and pulls away from Ollie’s side hug and approaches Bruce, “Is something wrong?”

Bruce smiles a terrifying thing, full of teeth and hidden malice, “Not at all. Tell me, when did you two get so buddy buddy?”

Oliver pales a little, but luckily Dinah is there to stop him from saying the wrong thing.

With a smooth voice she speaks, coming forward to press a kiss to Tim’s head and then back to her husband, “Tim and Ollie met at one of the Drake’s charity events years ago. This really was lovely, but we must be going, I don’t trust the younger kids to bot cause you or with Captain Marvel.”

With that there gone while Bruce is faced with the fact that Oliver may ah e met one of his babies before him.

But Tim isn’t a fool and he loves his dad, so he hugs Bruce around the waist and clings to him like he’s ten instead of twenty two. He leans back just slightly and gives a cheeky grin with a softness in his eyes, “I love you, dad.”

Dick coos while Barbara snaps a photo as Bruce squeezes his son and somehow manages to not cry.

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tacticalprincess · 1 year ago

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how would konig react to reader getting jealous?? ps i love ur writing!!

jealousy is könig’s weakness. in his twisted brain, it’s one of the upmost proofs of devotion. you wouldn’t be this worked up if you didn’t truly care about him, and that thought makes his heart swell in his chest and his dick fill in his pants.

watching you pout and refuse to talk to him after he was oblivious to some civilian flirting with him— grazing her hand along his bicep, batting her eyelashes up at him— he would be so confused at first. he thought she was just thanking him for his service, why are you dragging him away now? it all clicks for him when you mutter “more like begging you to touch her cervix” and he can’t help but smile to himself. so you fear losing him just as much as he does you? (that may be a stretch, but he’ll choose to believe it.)

he loves the role reversal, it’s about time you get a taste of how he feels about you on a daily basis. the head rush it gives him to see you care about him so much is addicting. he’ll start purposefully putting himself in position to be flirted with, which is getting increasingly easier when he’s clad in all his military gear— unfortunately for you, women love freakishly tall masked men nowadays. the way you wrap yourself around him, making your presence known and staking your claim on him for everyone to see, makes him want to give you everything. he surrenders so easily, letting you drag him home and forgetting all about the faceless person he used to make you upset. you’re just so adorable and possessive when you’re jealous, he can’t take it seriously. it always ends the same; him comforting you, swearing he’ll never leave, as you bounce yourself silly on his broad lap.

“‘s my cock, right, köni? tell me it’s mine.”

“it’s yours, liebe. every inch.” his voice is wobbly and shaky with adoration, looking up at you like you hung the stars whilst you work yourself on his meaty, throbbing dick. gummy walls clenching him tightly, almost threatening. you’ll tell him no one could handle his fat cock expect for you, empty his heavy balls like you can, and he’ll go cross eyed, “die fraumeiner träume— fucking made for it. the only cunt i’ll ever need.”

it’s hard not to believe him when he goes all stupid like this, ready to pray to god just because the feeling of you can’t be explained by anything natural. you have nothing to worry about, schatz, can’t you see you’ve ruined everyone else for him?

#anon #könig call of duty #konig x you #könig x reader #konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig smut #konig x y/n #könig smut #könig mw2 #könig cod #könig #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #bella writes⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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munsonsmixtapes · 3 months ago

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Take a Dive

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

you and your best friend Eddie go skinny dipping in Lover's Lake where your friendship will never be the same again

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it) hurt/comfort

The lake is completely deserted when Eddie’s van pulls up onto the sand. You don’t even know why you’re there or what you’re doing, you just started driving aimlessly when Eddie insisted that you got into the driver’s seat. You’re not going to lie and say that you weren’t surprised when Eddie tossed you his keys when you left his trailer.

The only reason why you even left was because the two of you are bored and all of your usual places are closed because of how late it was. And now it’s almost midnight and you’re at Lover’s Lake because it was the first thing you could think of that you would have access to.

Eddie turns to you to ask why you decided to come here, but you’re out of the van before he can speak. He’s quick to follow you, curious to see what you’re up to, but you just plant yourself on the sand, pulling a plastic bag out of your pocket along with the lighter you always carry around.

He sits next to you as you pull a joint out of the bag before lighting up and taking a drag before passing it off to him. This is how you normally spend your weekends together, but it’s nice to have a change of scenery. The moon reflects off the water in front of you and it looks so pretty, so inviting. It almost makes you want to go for a swim despite how cold it will most likely be.

You and Eddie pass the joint back and forth until it’s gone and you put it back in the bag that goes back into your pocket before you lie back on the sand, not caring if it gets in your hair or on your clothes. Eddie joins you and the two of you talk nonsense like you usually do, never needing drugs to do.

You think that’s why you and Eddie are such good friends. You get each other in ways that no one else does, platonic soulmates as Robin once put it and as you turn to Eddie, who’s already looking at you, you begin to think that she’s right. He smiles at you and you mimic it, holding out your hand for him to take and he does, giving it a squeeze before turning back to stare at the sky.

It’s times like these when you wonder how no one has snatched him up yet. He’s an absolute catch and any man or woman would be lucky to have him. You know a big reason as to why he’s chronically single is because he wants to be. He says he’s better that way, but you think most of his objection to settling down is that he’s still hurt from how he was treated back in Hawkins. It was the reason why the two of you packed up and left because he couldn’t take it anymore.

To them, he was nothing but a freak and that’s something that you still can’t seem to wrap your head around. Eddie always has been and will continue to be the goofy guy you’ve been friends with since you were in diapers. He’s nothing but a sweetheart and you really wished more people could have seen that. That they would have taken just a moment to realize that he was never actually evil and neither was the game he and his friends were playing.

All Eddie’s ever wanted in his entire life is to be loved. And he’d never tell you that all of that stuff about being insecure was just a cover because he’s been in love with you his entire life. He always tells you everything, but this is the one secret he’s taking to his grave. He can’t risk either of you getting hurt so he thinks it’s best to just keep quiet about the whole thing.

Your mind drifts back to the lake and how nice it would be to swim in it, your need to do so getting even stronger with the weed in your system. Before you can stop yourself, you’re standing to your feet. You pass off the joint as you remove your shoes and socks before going for your pants. You know you only have one chance to do this and you’re going to take it. Eddie doesn’t seem to bat an eye as you take off your jacket, but he thinks he’s missed something as you start unbuttoning your jeans. He doesn’t know why you’re taking off your clothes, but who is he to deny you?

“What are you doing?” He asks as he stands, more curious than anything.

“I’m going for a swim,” you tell him as you pull your pants down to reveal the thong you’re wearing. You don’t even seem to be phased as you strip in front of your best friend who hasn’t seen you naked since-well ever. Unless you count the baths you took together when you were younger but you both were too young to remember. He’s not complaining, though. He’s enjoying the show. Maybe a little too much since he can feel himself getting harder by the second.

“You can join me, if you want.” Yeah, there’s no way he’s passing this up so he wordlessly starts to get undressed, trying to make how eager he is so obvious. Now you’re both in your underwear and Eddie thinks you’re fucking with him as you stare at him, slowly taking off your thong as you so. There’s a flirty look in your eye and Eddie’s applauding himself for his self control because he’s so close to taking you right there against his truck.

You toss your bra into the pile of your now discarded clothes and Eddie thinks he’s going to come right there as he takes in your hard nipples, feeling drool collecting in his mouth as he thinks about taking them into his mouth and giving them a suck.

He shakes his head and takes off his boxers, the two of you now completely naked and you shamelessly check him out, your gaze stopping at his rock hard cock and you have to step closer so you can see it better. Eddie feels like he should be embarrassed, but he’s not. And you don’t think he should be, especially because you take it as a huge compliment that he’s that sexually attracted to you.

You turn towards the water and get deep enough before taking a dive. The water is freezing, but you stay under for a little longer, trying to figure why you want to fuck Eddie so badly right now. Sure, you’ve had thoughts about him, but you’ve never actually wanted to act on them until now. Seeing him, all of him awakened something inside you and now you can’t stop thinking about how badly you want him inside of you.

You surface and turn around to see Eddie behind you, his face even more pale than usual. He looks worried sick and you have no idea why. He swims closer and you move back, knowing that if he gets too close, you’ll do something you really shouldn’t.

But before you can get too far, you find yourself grabbing hold of his hands and resting them on your waist before pressing your chest against his. Your arms wrap around his neck, leaning your face close to his, watching his eyes the entire time. A kiss isn’t the same a fucking. You just want a taste to get him out of your system.

Eddie doesn’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it, but he's not going to push you away. He can’t. He wants to know what your lips feel like once and for all. He wants to know if you’re as good of a kisser as he thinks you are.

Your lips find his gently, a soft little kiss to the corner of his mouth to test the waters. Eddie doesn’t like how teasing you are so he takes matters into his own hands, chasing your lips with a featherlight peck. He doesn’t want to scare you off even though he’s itching to do much more.

He pecks your lips a few more times until they all melt into one, his own slotting between them as he kisses you softly. His hands dig into your waist which juxtaposes how he’s kissing you and that just tells you how hungry he is for more.

You move his hands to your ass and wrap your legs around his waist as you nip at his bottom lip, causing Eddie to let out a whine. You feel his cock against you and you need him now more than ever. He seems to think the same because before you can even make the suggestion, he’s sliding inside you, his fingers digging into your ass as he moves slowly, thrusting in and out of you over and over.

A moan escapes your mouth as you throw your head back giving Eddie the opportunity to take advantage of your exposed neck. He presses soft kisses to the skin before going straight in for a hard bite as his thrusts pick up causing you to mewl.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he mumbles against your skin. “This is even better than I imagined.”

“Oh, so you’ve imagined this?” You tease and he bites down on your neck even harder this time causing you to gasp as you scratch your nails down his back in response.

He’s still moving at a slower pace, but this is actually how you prefer it. A lot of the men you’ve slept with go so fast like it’s a race and it’s over before you’ve even had time to enjoy it. You’ve told this to Eddie a few times and it seemed like he was listening.

And that’s the thing about Eddie. He always listens to you no matter what you’re saying. Whether it’s nonsense when you’re both high on whatever he’s gotten his hands on or if you’re reading to him from a book you’ve gotten from the library, it doesn’t matter. He loves the sound of your voice. He loves you and seeing you with those losers you always seem to be going out with pisses him off. He’s right there and he hates that you can’t see that.

He’d never tell you that, though. He loves what the two of you have and doesn’t want to risk losing you. So he just sits there and listens to you talk about your terrible dates, complaining about how there are no nice guys when he’s right there. It’s pathetic, really and he hates thinking about it. How he’s wrapped around your goddamn finger and you don’t even notice just how badly he wants you.

“Of course I have,” he breathes. “I think about it all the time.”

He’s said too much but you seem into it. And as you buck your hips against his, he’s really hoping that you feel the same way. It would make the whole thing far less embarrassing for him. But he doesn’t think you will because after all, this is just a fuck for you while it means the world to Eddie.

“Can you keep a secret?” You ask and Eddie nods furiously, just knowing that he’s about to hear something filthy. You’ve shared dirty secrets with him many times before but he just knows that this one will be different.

“Of course I can,” he nods and you push some of his wet hair behind his air as you bring your lips right up to it. You’re taking the lead now, riding him as you whisper your secret and Eddie swears that this is the most turned on he’s ever been.

“You know this summer when you wore those really short shorts almost every day?” You ask and Eddie knows exactly what you’re talking about. Robin got them for his birthday as a joke, but he started wearing them around you to hopefully make you see him in the way he wanted you to.

“Mhm,” he nods and you pull him even closer, your lips so close to his ear that they’re almost pressed up against it.

“Well, I get myself off every night thinking about them.” Eddie thinks he’s going to come right there at your confession and he’s trying so hard not to, but just the vision of you getting yourself off is making him get there even faster.

And before he can stop it, he’s reaching his orgasm, making sure to pull out of you as he comes, his eyes shut tight, his head thrown back as he lets it happen, still letting you stay attached to him as you watch him.

“Jesus,” he moans as it reaches its peak and once it’s over, he slumps over you, resting his head on your shoulder. It’s partly because he’s tired and partly because he’s too embarrassed about what just happened to look you in the eye.

So you hold him for a second, your fingers moving up and down his back lazily as you assure him that it’s okay, that he has no reason to be embarrassed, that you’re actually flattered by it. And you are. You had no idea how attracted he was to you and now feel like an idiot because you were too stupid to see it.

How long had he felt that way and how long had he been hiding it? You don’t know why he’s so ashamed of it. He’s just attracted to you physically, right? You feel the same way about him so you don’t know he’s hiding from you.

Just when you’re about to suggest that you head back, he pulls back to look at you and there’s something in his eyes that you’ve never seen in the almost seventeen years that the two of you have been friends. His eyes are the softest they’ve ever been and you’re now scared of what he’s going to say.

“I love you,” he says, those honey eyes boring into yours and your heart pounds at his confession. You almost want to tell him that you don’t feel the same, but you know that’s not true. He’s been someone who was always there, treating you the way you should have been treated without asking for anything in return. He was doing it just because that was who he was and because it was what you deserved.

You went to all of those losers because you had been afraid of taking a chance on Eddie. He’s been your best friend your entire life and you were terrified of losing the best thing you’ve ever had. You don’t think you’re afraid of taking a chance on him anymore, though. You think it’s time you claimed what was rightfully yours.

“I love you too,” you reply and a grin breaks out on Eddie’s face as he pulls you into a kiss, the both of you smiling into the kiss as your legs wrap tighter around him, wanting to keep him there even though you know he’s not going anywhere.

“How about we celebrate elsewhere?” Eddie asks as he pulls away, a flirty tone taking over his voice.

“What kind of celebration?” You reply, batting your eyelashes as you remove yourself from him.

“I think you know what kind of celebration,” he winks, grabbing hold of your hand pulling you along as the two of you swim to the shore, climbing into the back of the van where you spend the rest of the morning until the sun comes up showing how much you love each other when you aren’t saying the three words. And there’s no place that either of you would rather be.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

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hairmetal666 · 7 months ago

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"I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he declares to all and sundry (Steve and Robin) in Family Video.

Steve laughs, ducks his head, hair a bountiful cascade that doesn't move an inch. He's blushing but it's not, like, a reaction to the sentiment of marriage. Steve knows Eddie is just like that, flirtatious and over-the-top and incapable of not speaking his thoughts as soon as they enter his head.

Robin roles her eyes, goes back to flipping through her magazine, something about cinema, and Eddie swipes his just rented movies off the counter.

"You think I'm joking," he twists so he's facing them, walking backwards to the door. "But I swear it, oh, beloved purveyor of movies and deleter of late fees."

"Yeah, yeah." Steve's face is pinker than before and Eddie recognizes and immediately forces himself to forget how cute it is. "But get out of here before I change my mind."

And Eddie, he loves to push his luck and also has very little filter between his brain and his mouth, so he says, "aw, don't be that way, Stevie, you love me."

Robin looks up, then, mouth a pursed twist as she tries not to laugh. "Gross, Eddie." She throws a Sour Patch at him. "Keep all that mushy stuff to when you two are alone."

It's his turn to blush, fierce and raging, and Steve whirls, squeaking, to whack Robin with a Twizzler.

Eddie points at her. "Rude, Buckley. You know I love you too."

"Again, gross." She sticks out her tongue, tinged blue from the Sour Patch.

"We really need to work on your ability to accept affection," Steve tells her.

She scowls, kicks him, makes Eddie laugh.

"I think that's my cue to leave, children." He says. He, quite literally, bows out of the store, just missing the barrage of candy thrown his way.

---

Three Months Later

Eddie stumbles into the Harrington house, kicking his boots off by the door. Steve's in the kitchen, fussing around the stove. His hair's askew and he's--

"Harrington, are you wearing an apron?" He ignores the kick in his chest at the sight. "You'll make a sweet little housewife one day."

"Shut-up," Steve says without any heat. "Try this."

He brandishes a spoon filled with red sauce in Eddie's direction, and Eddie--heart always on his sleeve--eagerly leans in to taste. He closes his eyes, savors, and it's good, truly. Perfect fresh acidity with just a burst of sweetness.

"It's amazing, baby," he says without thinking. He opens his eyes right in time to see Steve turning back to the sauce, blush high on his cheekbones.

"Thanks. You're making me nervous though, hovering." Steve hip checks him. "Go sit somewhere."

And Eddie does, jumps onto the island--the Harrington's are the kind of people who have an island--and chatters to Steve about his day, about his new campaign, about the new song he's trying to learn.

All the while, he's watching Steve cook, in his apron, with such care and thoughtfulness, with true command. Maybe it's the domesticity of the scene, maybe his raging crush, but he has this flash of the two of them in the future. In their kitchen, Steve cooking dinner, and Eddie's arms are wrapped around his waist, he's pressing kisses to his temple, complimenting all his hard work and--

Steve feeds him a bite of the finished pasta, and it's so good that he groans, full-throated, unembarrassed, and says--he says, "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington."

He laughs, face pink, batting Eddie's shoulder. "Go sit down, man. It's time to eat."

---

Two Months After That

Eddie's working on a new campaign when the storm rolls in, wind rocking the trailer, thunder and lightning crackling in the sky. The power doesn't go out, but only just barely, the flickers making his heart pound for reasons that have nothing to do with weather.

There's a knock on the trailer door, and he opens it to find Steve Harrington standing on the porch, hair plastered to his head, clothes soaked. Robin's bike is propped against one of the awning supports. Familiar panic snaps to life in his gut.

"God, Steve, are you okay? Did something happen? That's Robin's bike, where's the Beamer? Is it--is it Vecna? Is--" He's blabbering can't stop, so he shoves his palm against his lips.

"It's not--not Upside Down stuff." He runs a hand through his soggy hair. "Can I come in, man? I--I want to tell you something."

This snaps Eddie out of his panic, and he's moving aside, saying, "Oh my god, get in here, you're soaked. Let me get towels. Do you want a change of clothes, I can--"

Steve catches him by the elbow and he full stops at the look in those big hazel eyes, fearful and sad and he doesn't know what, but his anxiety amps back up.

"I was with Robin and we were--we were talking, you know? And I told her that I like somebody, like really like them, but it was unexpected and--and--it's a guy. He's a guy but I still like girls? Robin said--she said that I'm probably bisexual. That I like guys and girls and--and everyone, I think."

It sends shockwaves through him, and he hopes it doesn't show, doesn't think it shows, but he's having trouble processing. Steve is bi and he likes someone and--Eddie stuffs down the jealousy that claws at him, knows it's more important that he's here for his friend.

"Thank you for telling me, sweetheart." He reaches out, slow in case Steve doesn't want to be hugged, but he launches himself into Eddie's arms.

Eddie holds him tight, heedless of his wet clothes, can feel his shoulders shake, and it tears Eddie's heart in two. All he can do is hold Steve and offer comfort, jealousy be damned.

"You're so brave, honey," he says once the tears taper off.

Steve gives a wet chuckle, face still buried against Eddie's neck. "I don't know about that. I think I got snot in your hair."

"It'll wash out." He laughs. "Is now the time to welcome you to the family? Apparently, we're growing exponentially."

"Does the welcome include a cake or something? I could really use cake."

And God, Steve, is so fucking cute, so sweet, so--everything Eddie has always wanted, and he--it's an accident, or at least, thoughtless--he presses a kiss to Steve's temple. More than one.

Steve pulls back fast, and Eddie lets go immediately. "Sorry, sorry. I--that was stupid. You like someone already, and I--"

His words are cut off as Steve kisses him. Steve kisses him? His brain can't process, but he kisses back. Can't not, not with Steve. Like, he doesn't know anything, head empty, but his body is with the program.

They break apart, he's breathing hard. Steve is beautifully flushed, mouth red and swollen. "You like someone," is what Eddie says.

Steve laughs. "I like you, Munson. Fucking crazy about you."

He smiles, so big it hurts, so big it grows into a delight laugh. "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he says.

---

Six Years Later

They're in bed, Saturday morning, rain pattering softly on the window.

Steve places slow kisses against his naked tummy, makes him tremble, shiver with overstimulation.

"Baby," he whines. "Sweetheart."

Steve smiles up at him, something cold pressing against his ribs, then into his hand.

It's a ring, black metal, shiny and iridescent as he turns it in the light. "What--Steve?"

With one last kiss to his hip bone, Steve sits up, slips the ring onto Eddie's finger. "I'm going to marry you one day, Eddie Munson."

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kaiyunsim · 2 months ago

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just a boy —

pairing : fuckboy!jay x gn!reader

summary : you meet jay at a party where you reject him after making a move… he likes it when they play hard to get.

warnings : angst, fluff, more angst than fluff tbh, uni au, reader is a freshman, jay is older, featuring heeseung + jake, jisung from nct, and minju from illit

a/n : omg fun to write is actually an understatement. i hope it turned out fun to read :) also for my pookie @writhyv

queueing : just a boy - alaina castillo,

— wc : 6.6 — not proof read —

you don't really care about parties. they're loud, crowded, and always filled with people trying too hard. but minju drags you along anyway, insisting that you need to "experience the university nightlife" at least once.

"come on, it'll be fun," she says, looping her arm through yours. "plus, jisung bailed on me, and i am not third-wheeling jake and his situationship all night."

so now you're here, standing awkwardly in the corner of a frat house, gripping a red solo cup filled with something that smells suspiciously like gasoline. minju is already off somewhere, talking to a girl from her english class, and you're left to watch as people dance, drink, and make questionable decisions.

"you look miserable," a voice says from beside you.

you turn and come face to face with park jongseong, jay, as everyone calls him. you know his name, even if you've never spoken before. he's older, popular, and has a reputation that follows him everywhere he goes.

flirt. player. fuckboy.

minju has warned you about him. "he's hot, yeah, but he's the kind of guy who doesn't do relationships. he flirts, hooks up, and moves on. trust me, i've seen it happen."

but none of that matters, because you have no plans to entertain him.

jay grins at you, leaning against the wall like he owns the place. he's got that easy confidence, the kind that comes with knowing he's attractive and that people want him.

"not a fan of parties?" he asks, tilting his head.

you shrug. "not really."

he chuckles. "then why are you here?"

"minju."

his eyebrows raise slightly. "you know minju?"

"from high school." you say, keeping your answers short.

"interesting," he muses, eyes scanning your face like he's trying to place you somewhere in his memory. he doesn't seem to recognize you, though, which isn't surprising. you've never exactly run in the same circles.

"so," he says, shifting closer. "wanna dance?"

it's not a question, not really. it's the kind of offer people don't usually refuse, not when it comes from him. jay park doesn't get turned down.

but you just blink at him and say, "no, thanks."

his smile falters, just for a second, before he recovers. "really? you sure? i promise i'm a good dancer."

"i'm sure." you say with a fake smile, giving off the vibe that you’re annoyed

he lets out a soft laugh, like he can't believe you're actually rejecting him. his ego must be bruised, but he hides it well, still looking at you with interest.

"alright," he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "then how about a drink? i can get you something better than… whatever that is." he nods at your cup.

"i'm good."

"wow," he murmurs, shaking his head in amusement. "you're really not making this easy for me, huh?"

"should i?"

he grins, running a hand through his dark hair. "most people do."

"well, i'm not most people."

jay studies you for a moment, like he's trying to figure out why you're different. why you're not reacting the way everyone else does. you don't bat your lashes at him, don't giggle or play into his flirting. and for some reason, instead of turning him away, it only seems to intrigue him more.

"i like you," he says suddenly.

you roll your eyes. "you don't even know me."

"not yet," he agrees, "but i’d like to."

there's something almost playful in his voice, but you know better. jay isn’t interested in getting to know people. he's interested in chasing, in winning. and right now, you’re just another game to him.

"keep liking me from a distance," you say, brushing past him.

you don’t look back, but you feel his eyes on you as you walk away.

for the first time in his life, park jongseong has been rejected. and somehow, you think that only makes him more determined.

—

you don't think much about your encounter with jay. to you, it was just another conversation at a party, one you barely wanted to be at in the first place.

but apparently, jay thinks otherwise.

it starts with small things.

you see him at the campus café, where he just so happens to show up right behind you in line.

"oh, hey," he says casually, as if running into you is pure coincidence.

you glance at him, unimpressed. "hey."

"what are you getting?"

you turn back to the menu. "haven't decided."

"let me guess," he hums, tapping a finger against his chin like he's solving some great mystery. "you seem like a caramel macchiato kind of person."

you raise a brow. "what does that even mean?"

jay grins, leaning in slightly. "sweet, but a little bitter if you get on their bad side."

"so basically, you're guessing."

"i call it an educated guess," he says, nodding at the cashier. "get one. my treat."

"no, thanks."

he lets out a dramatic sigh. "you really don't like accepting things from me, huh?"

"nope."

instead of looking discouraged, jay just watches as you place your order, an iced americano, completely different from what he guessed.

he chuckles. "so i was way off."

"yup."

you take your drink and leave without another word. jay doesn’t follow, but you swear you feel his stare on your back as you walk away.

it keeps happening.

and then, one afternoon, you’re sitting under a tree, trying to get through an assignment, when someone drops into the grass beside you.

"you always look so serious," jay muses.

you don’t even glance up. "because i'm trying to focus."

"right, right." he leans back on his hands. "but don't you ever take a break?"

"nope."

"come on," he nudges your knee with his. "five minutes won't kill you."

you sigh, finally looking at him. "do you need something?"

jay flashes you that same easy grin, the one that probably gets him whatever he wants. "just your company."

"i think you’ll survive without it."

he clutches his chest dramatically. "ouch. you wound me."

"you’ll live."

jay just laughs, shaking his head. "you know, you’re making this really difficult."

"making what difficult?"

"getting to know you."

"who said i wanted you to?"

he stares at you for a moment, eyes glinting with something unreadable. then, instead of answering, he stands up and dusts himself off.

"alright," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "guess i’ll try again tomorrow."

before you can process his words, he's already walking away.

"okay, what is going on?" minju asks a few days later, sliding into the seat across from you in the dining hall.

"what do you mean?"

she gestures dramatically. "you and jay. he keeps staring at you. he keeps showing up wherever you are."

"it's just a coincidence."

"coincidence my ass," she huffs. "he’s interested."

"interested in what? flirting with someone who doesn’t want to flirt back?"

"exactly!" minju exclaims. "he's never been rejected before! you’re like. like. his first loss."

"not a loss," you correct. "just… not a win."

"same thing in his mind." she leans in, eyes narrowing. "be honest. do you like him?"

you snort. "no."

"not even a little?"

"minju, he flirts with anything that breathes."

"true," she concedes, stabbing a piece of her salad. "but he’s never tried this hard before."

you roll your eyes. "and that’s exactly why i’m not interested. he only wants what he can’t have."

"so you think if you gave in, he’d lose interest?"

"obviously. but it’s not like i want him to be interested in the first place,”

but what you don’t see is jay, sitting at another table with jake and heeseung, watching you from across the room.

"so," heeseung says, "still trying?"

jay sips his drink, not looking away. "yup."

jake shakes his head, laughing. "dude, you're obsessed."

"i'm not obsessed," jay scoffs. "i'm just… interested."

heeseung raises a brow. "in what? winning?"

jay pauses. that should be the answer. that’s how it always is. he flirts, he wins, he moves on. but this time, it feels different.

"i dunno," he mutters, eyes still locked on you. "but i wanna find out."

and just like that, park jongseong makes it his mission to make you fall for him.

whether you want to or not.

—

you’re starting to think the universe has a cruel sense of humor.

there’s no other explanation for why jay park keeps showing up everywhere you go.

first, it’s the café… again. you stop by for your usual iced americano, and there he is, leaning against the counter like he has all the time in the world. when he sees you, his lips curl into a smirk.

"you stalking me now?" he teases.

you blink at him. "this is literally my usual spot."

"yeah?" he muses, stepping aside so you can order. "funny. seems like it’s mine now too."

you ignore him and pay for your drink, but as you turn to leave, he suddenly holds out a muffin. "here."

you frown. "what is this?"

"peace offering," he says. "for annoying you so much."

"i don't want it."

jay tuts, shaking his head. "harsh. you don’t like sweets?"

"i don’t like you."

he laughs, completely unbothered. "that’s not true. you just won’t admit you think i’m funny."

you roll your eyes and walk past him, but not before he calls out, "see you around!"

unfortunately, he’s right.

the second time, it’s the library.

you’re sitting at a table, halfway through an essay, when someone slides into the seat across from you.

you don’t need to look up. "seriously?"

jay rests his chin on his palm, grinning. "seriously."

"do you even study?"

"i do now." he gestures to his laptop, which, sure enough, is open.

you sigh and turn back to your work, ignoring him completely. for the first ten minutes, he’s quiet, and you start to think maybe—just maybe—he’s actually here to study.

but then he leans forward. "you always this focused?"

"yes."

"cute," he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear.

you finally look at him, unimpressed. "why are you here?"

"what, a guy can’t expand his knowledge?"

"you haven’t typed a single word."

jay glances at his screen, where his essay is blank. he shrugs. "i’m thinking."

"about what?"

"about how long it’s gonna take for you to admit you like having me around."

you let out a slow breath, standing up and gathering your things. "good luck with that."

"where you going?"

"somewhere quiet."

jay watches you leave, the smirk never leaving his face.

you think that’s the end of it.

until your professor assigns a group project.

"you’ll be working in pairs," she says. "check the list for your partner."

you scan the names, looking for yours, and freeze.

park jongseong.

"you’ve got to be kidding me," you mutter.

"what?" minju asks, peering over your shoulder. then she snorts. "oh. wow. the universe really has it out for you."

you groan, dropping your head onto the desk.

"who’d you get?"

you glance up to see jisung standing beside you, holding his own paper.

"jay," minju answers for you.

jisung grimaces. "yikes."

"yep."

before you can say anything else, someone taps your shoulder.

"guess we’re partners," jay says, voice far too amused.

you sigh. "don’t remind me.”

—

working with jay is… not as painful as you expected.

you still don’t like him. obviously. but he’s not completely useless.

turns out, he’s actually smart. and organized. he doesn’t slack off or make you do all the work. and—annoyingly—he’s kind of funny.

you realize this when you’re both at the library, bouncing ideas off each other.

"okay, so we could go with this topic," you say, scrolling through the research.

jay hums. "or we could pick something that won’t make me want to throw myself off a building."

you bite back a smile. "dramatic much?"

"you’re underestimating my ability to get bored."

"i think that’s just your problem."

jay gasps, placing a hand over his chest. "ouch. i thought we were bonding."

"we’re working."

"same thing."

you shake your head, but you don’t argue.

slowly, things shift.

you still tell yourself that jay is just playing a game. but sometimes, you catch him looking at you—really looking—and for a moment, it doesn’t feel like one.

like when you’re at the library, and you yawn without thinking.

"tired?" he asks.

"obviously."

without a word, he slides his drink toward you.

you blink. "what—"

"it’s an americano," he says simply.

you hesitate, then take a sip. "it’s sweet."

jay shrugs. "i like sugar."

you give him a look. "so you were way off when you guessed my order last time."

he grins. "guess so."

you shake your head, but you don’t push the drink back.

—

"okay, so he’s not the worst person alive," you admit later.

minju stares at you. "who are you and what have you done with my friend?"

"i’m serious," you say. "he’s… fine. actually kind of helpful."

minju sighs. "that’s how it starts."

"how what starts?"

"you start thinking he’s not that bad. then, before you know it, you’re catching feelings."

"i’m not catching anything."

she gives you a look. "just be careful, okay? he’s only this persistent because you’re the first person to say no."

you nod, but her words stick in your head.

you tell yourself you don’t care.

but then one night, you’re leaving the library, and jay is waiting outside.

"walking alone at this hour?" he muses. "dangerous."

you raise an eyebrow. "and you’re what? my bodyguard?"

jay smirks. "i could be."

"no thanks."

"still," he says, falling into step beside you. "i’ll walk you back."

"you don’t have to."

"i know."

you sigh, but you let him.

the walk is quiet, save for the sound of your footsteps. when you reach your building, you stop.

"this is me," you say.

jay nods. "guess i’ll see you tomorrow."

"guess so."

he hesitates, then lifts a hand, ruffling your hair before you can react.

you blink. "what the—"

he just grins. "goodnight."

then he’s gone, leaving you standing there, heart doing something it definitely shouldn’t be doing.

this is bad.

really bad.

—

the next party is loud, too loud. music shakes the floor, conversations overlap, and the air is thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat. you don’t even know why you’re here.

well. you do.

minju dragged you out, saying you’ve been too cooped up with schoolwork and your stupid group project (which, unfortunately, includes jay park). jisung backed her up, insisting you needed to “socialize like a normal human being.”

so now you’re here, standing in the corner of someone’s crowded apartment, gripping a half-empty cup of soda because you don’t drink, and pretending you’re interested in whatever minju is talking about.

until you see him.

jay.

you tell yourself you shouldn’t be surprised. parties are his thing, after all. loud music, dim lighting, a sea of people who’d fall into his arms without hesitation.

he fits right in.

too well.

you spot him across the room, leaning against the wall, that lazy smirk on his lips. there’s a girl beside him, standing too close, laughing at something he just said. she tilts her head, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. jay doesn’t move away.

he says something else, something that makes her giggle, and then he leans in,,, just a little.

your stomach twists.

it’s stupid. so, so stupid.

this is what he does. this is who he is. he flirts with everyone. you’ve seen it before. you knew this about him before he even knew your name.

but tonight, it bothers you.

you don’t know why, and you don’t want to think about it.

"you okay?" minju asks, nudging your arm.

"yeah," you say too quickly. "just… tired."

she eyes you but doesn’t press. "wanna leave soon?"

you nod. "yeah."

but before you can say anything else, you feel a presence beside you.

"hey," a familiar voice says.

you turn, and there he is.

jay.

his smirk is gone.

"what do you want?" you ask, not in the mood for whatever game he’s playing tonight.

he hesitates, glancing at minju, then back at you. "can we talk?"

"no."

he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "please?"

minju looks between the two of you, then slowly backs away. "i’ll be over there," she says, pointing to jisung.

you cross your arms. "what?"

jay doesn’t answer right away. instead, he exhales, then jerks his head toward the door. "outside?"

you should say no. you should walk away. but there’s something in his eyes, something that makes your chest feel too tight, so you follow him out.

the cool night air is a relief against your heated skin. outside, the noise is muffled, distant, like the party belongs to a different world.

you stop a few steps away from the door, crossing your arms. "well?"

jay shoves his hands into his pockets. "you looked upset."

you scoff. "why do you care?"

"because," he says, stepping closer, "i do."

you laugh, but it’s humorless. "you flirt with someone else, then come running after me? what is this, jay?"

his jaw tightens. "it’s not like that."

"really? because it sure as hell looked like it."

"you think i do this with everyone?" his voice is sharper now, frustration leaking through. "yeah, i flirt, but this,whatever this is, is different, and you know it."

your breath catches.

different.

he said it first.

but that doesn’t change anything.

"do i?" you challenge. "because it looks exactly the same to me."

jay groans, running a hand through his hair. "i didn’t even realize what i was doing."

"that’s not making this better."

"i know!" he snaps. "i just—fuck."

he exhales, tilting his head back like he’s trying to find the right words in the sky. then, softer, he says, "it’s a habit, okay? flirting, keeping things surface-level. that’s just how i’ve always been."

you swallow, suddenly unsure. "then why are you here?"

jay takes another step forward, close enough that you can see the tension in his shoulders, the crease in his brows.

"because i don’t want this to be surface-level," he admits. "not with you."

the words knock the air out of your lungs.

for a moment, neither of you speak.

then you say, "so what? you want me to believe that you’re suddenly different?"

"i don’t know," he admits. "but i know i don’t want to fuck this up."

you stare at him, at the raw honesty in his expression.

this is dangerous territory.

you should walk away.

you don’t.

but then you think about that girl inside, the way he leaned in so easily, the way it took him this long to come after you.

"you say that," you murmur, voice quieter now, "but you still went back to your usual thing the second i wasn’t around."

jay flinches.

"it didn’t mean anything," he says, quickly, desperately. "i wasn’t even thinking about her."

"exactly," you say bitterly. "you weren’t thinking at all."

jay opens his mouth, then closes it.

"you don’t even realize what you’re doing," you continue, voice tight. "you don’t realize how easily you slip into old habits. you say this is different, but are you sure?"

"yes," jay says, without hesitation.

you laugh, but it’s broken. "then why do i feel like i’m just setting myself up to get hurt?"

he doesn’t have an answer for that.

silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating.

jay looks like he wants to say something, to fix this somehow, but what is there to fix? he’s still the same jay park who flirts with everyone, who doesn’t think before he acts, who only realizes too late that he might actually care.

"you’re not ready for this," you whisper.

"i am," he insists, but there’s something fragile in his voice, something that tells you even he isn’t sure if he’s telling the truth.

you shake your head. "i don’t think you are."

jay reaches out, just a little, like he wants to touch you, like he wants you to stay.

but you step back.

his hand drops.

and with that, you turn around and walk away.

jay doesn’t call after you.

he doesn’t chase you this time.

and maybe that tells you everything you need to know.

—

you avoid him.

it’s not hard at first. you’re in different years, different circles. you stop going to the café where you know he likes to hang out between classes, ignore the parties minju tries to drag you to, and duck your head whenever you spot him on campus.

the only problem is that jay notices.

you’re not sure when it happens, but at some point, jay park—fuckboy, campus heartbreaker, the guy who shouldn’t care—is suddenly watching you.

you feel it in the way his eyes linger too long when you pass by in the hallway, in the way his conversations falter when you’re around, in the way his whole demeanor shifts whenever you deliberately turn away.

he doesn’t chase after you.

but he’s not ignoring it, either.

and that’s what makes it worse.

it would be easier if he didn’t care, if he went right back to flirting with someone else like nothing ever happened. but he doesn’t.

and that terrifies you.

so you run faster.

"okay, what is wrong with you?"

jay exhales sharply, gripping the pool cue tighter. "nothing."

"bullshit."

heeseung snatches the stick out of his hands before he can even attempt a shot. jay scowls, reaching for it, but heeseung just leans away.

"bro, you’ve been in the worst mood for, like, a week," jake says, spinning an unmarked beer bottle between his fingers. "just admit it."

jay glares. "admit what?"

heeseung rolls his eyes. "that you’re being a little bitch about this whole thing."

jay scoffs. "about what?"

"oh my god," jake groans. "are you in denial, or just stupid?"

jay clenches his jaw. "neither."

heeseung and jake share a look, and jay hates that they’re silently communicating in that annoying, knowing way that only best friends do.

"listen," heeseung starts, "you don’t do feelings. we get it. but this? whatever’s happening between you and—"

"don’t say their name," jay mutters, looking away.

heeseung smirks. "oh, so you do care?"

jay exhales, tilting his head back against the worn leather of the booth.

fuck.

he doesn’t know what this is.

he just knows that it sucks.

he didn’t think avoiding them would be a big deal. people walk away from him all the time, sometimes before he can even do it first.

but this?

this feels different.

it feels like something is missing. like something is slipping through his fingers and he’s too fucking slow to catch it.

"you don’t even like people," jake points out.

jay sighs. "i like you guys."

"yeah, but we don’t count," heeseung snorts. "we’re basically required to deal with your bullshit."

jay scoffs, shoving his shoulder, but heeseung just grins.

then, quieter, he says, "this is the first time you’ve actually looked miserable over someone."

jay doesn’t answer.

"so what are you gonna do about it?" jake asks.

jay exhales, drumming his fingers against the table.

he doesn’t know.

but he knows he can’t keep pretending this is nothing.

not anymore.

—

you don’t know why you look.

it’s just a normal afternoon. you’re heading toward the library, minju walking beside you, talking about something jisung said earlier.

and then you see him.

jay is standing near the campus courtyard, golden light catching the sharp edges of his jawline. he’s not alone.

there’s a girl with him. she’s standing close—too close. her hand is on his arm, fingers curling lightly around the sleeve of his jacket. she laughs at something he says, head tilting, eyes locked on his.

and jay?

jay just smiles.

it’s the same smile you’ve seen before, the same effortless charm, the same easy confidence that has made him a campus legend. he leans in slightly, talking low, his posture relaxed like he’s done this a thousand times.

because he has.

your chest tightens.

"hey, you okay?" minju asks beside you, nudging your arm.

you snap your gaze away, pulse quickening. you shouldn’t care. you knew what he was like before you even met him. you knew he flirted with anyone he found attractive, that he never had to try, that he never faced rejection.

you knew he was never meant to be serious.

so why does it feel like something inside you is caving in?

"yeah," you mumble. "just remembered something i have to do."

minju frowns, but you don’t give her a chance to question it. before she can say anything, you turn and walk the other way, ignoring the burning feeling in your chest.

you don’t look back.

and jay doesn’t notice you leaving.

yet, jay can tell something’s wrong.

he doesn’t know what it is, but he can feel it.

it’s in the way you won’t look at him, the way you walk past him like he’s just another face in the crowd.

at first, he thinks he’s imagining it. you were never friends to begin with—maybe you were just busy, maybe this is normal.

but the shift is undeniable.

before, you’d at least acknowledge him. you’d give him a polite nod, a passing glance, sometimes even a subtle eyeroll when you caught him flirting.

now?

nothing.

he sees you on campus, and you don’t even flinch.

he walks past your usual café, and you’re not there.

he catches you in the library and for a second. just a second. he swears you meet his gaze.

but then you turn away.

like he’s not even there.

he doesn’t plan to confront you.

but after a week of this, of whatever this is, he finds himself standing outside your dorm, hands shoved in his pockets, frustration bubbling under his skin.

he doesn’t even know why he’s here.

it’s not like you owe him anything.

but still, he knocks.

no answer.

he exhales sharply, rocking back on his heels, debating whether to try again.

then, he hears footsteps.

"what are you doing here?"

jay turns, finding jisung standing a few feet away, arms crossed.

"looking for y/n," jay says. "they’ve been… acting weird."

jisung raises an eyebrow. "and you just noticed?"

jay frowns. "what’s that supposed to mean?"

jisung exhales, shaking his head. "they saw you," he says simply.

jay’s stomach tightens. "...what?"

"the other day. in the courtyard. with that girl."

jay blinks, the memory slotting into place. shit.

"they saw you smiling at her," jisung continues, his voice even but firm. "letting her touch you. looking at her the way they thought—" he stops himself, sighing. "never mind."

jay’s pulse kicks up. "you think they—"

"they think they were stupid for believing you might actually be different with them," jisung cuts in, sharper now. "they think they almost fell for the same bullshit you pull on everyone else."

jay clenches his jaw.

fuck.

he wasn’t thinking. he didn’t even realize.

but now, remembering the moment, the way the girl had laughed, the way she had leaned in, the way he hadn’t pulled away—

he understands.

and it feels like he just lost something important without even knowing he had it.

"if you’re gonna say something, make it worth their time," jisung says. "because right now? they don’t want anything to do with you."

jay doesn’t answer.

because for the first time in his life, he’s the one who got it wrong.

he’s the one who let something real slip through his fingers.

and he has no idea how to fix it.

but he knows one thing—

he has to try.

—

you don’t expect him to be waiting for you.

it’s late. you just finished a study session with minju, and all you want is to go back to your dorm, crawl under the covers, and forget about everything—forget about him.

but as soon as you step into the dimly lit hallway leading to your room, you see him.

jay.

leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, jaw tight, eyes dark with something unreadable.

your heart stutters.

you hesitate, debating whether to turn around, pretend you didn’t see him. but then he looks up—really looks at you—and you know there’s no escape.

"we need to talk," he says, pushing off the wall.

fuck jisung for letting him in.

"i don’t think we do," you mutter, stepping past him, reaching for your door.

but before you can, jay moves, his hand catching your wrist—gently, cautiously, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away.

"please," he says.

you freeze.

he’s never said please before. at least, not like this. not as desperate as this.

slowly, you turn to face him, sighing. "jay—"

"just let me say this," he cuts in, eyes burning with something raw, something you’ve never seen on him before. desperation.

you press your lips together but nod.

jay exhales, running a hand through his hair. "i—fuck, i don’t know how to do this," he mutters, shaking his head. "i’m not good at this."

"then don’t," you say, voice sharper than you intended. "don’t stand here and feed me some excuse about how you 'don’t do relationships' or 'didn’t mean to hurt me.' i don’t want to hear it."

jay flinches. "that’s not what i was gonna say."

you cross your arms. "then what?"

he swallows hard, eyes flickering to the floor before meeting yours again. "i—i don’t know how to do this, because i’ve never felt like this before."

your breath catches.

"i didn’t even realize what i was doing," jay continues, voice quieter now. "i didn’t think. i’ve never had to. flirting, messing around—it’s just… easy. but you—" he exhales sharply. "you make things different."

you shake your head. "jay—"

"i don’t want anyone else," he interrupts, stepping closer, voice steady. "just you."

your chest tightens.

"and when you get bored?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper. "when someone new comes along?"

jay shakes his head immediately. "i don’t think i could ever get bored of you."

it’s too much.

too much to believe, too much to trust, too much to risk.

"how am i supposed to believe that?" you ask, eyes searching his face. "how am i supposed to believe you won’t wake up one day and decide i was just another name on your list?"

jay exhales, stepping even closer, until there’s barely any space between you. "because no one’s ever made me feel like this before."

your pulse is loud in your ears.

"i don’t know how to do relationships," he admits, voice low, honest. "i don’t know how to be what you deserve. but i want to try. i want to figure it out—with you."

he’s so close now. close enough that you can smell the faint scent of his cologne, close enough that you can see the hesitation in his eyes, the fear of being rejected, of losing you.

you shouldn’t.

you should walk away.

you should protect yourself, guard your heart, not fall for the one person who could break you the easiest.

but then jay reaches up, fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch hesitant, almost trembling.

"please," he murmurs, his voice almost breaking.

jay park—unshakable, confident, the fuckboy—is breaking in front of you.

and against all logic, all reason—you fall.

before you can think, before you can stop yourself, you close the space between you.

his breath catches, just for a second, before his lips press against yours, warm and desperate.

jay kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, like he’s trying to prove every word he just said. his hands cup your face, pulling you closer, holding you like you’re something fragile—something precious.

and when you kiss him back, letting yourself believe—just for this moment—that maybe, just maybe, this could be real, he sighs against your lips, like he’s just found something he’s been searching for all along.

—

your relationship with jay park is different.

you knew it wouldn’t be easy, falling for someone who never had to try, who never had to work for love. but you never expected this.

never expected him to try so hard.

at first, it’s awkward. jay doesn’t know what he’s doing. he’s used to effortless flirting, meaningless hookups, relationships that start and end in the span of a night.

but with you?

he wants to be better. he wants to be different.

so he does things he’s never done before.

he waits for you after class, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

"did you eat?" he asks one day, falling into step beside you.

you blink. "uh… yeah?"

jay nods, looking relieved. "okay. cool. just—yeah. cool."

he’s awkward. jay park, campus fuckboy, the smooth talker who never falters, is awkward.

you bite back a smile. "did you eat?"

he hesitates.

you raise an eyebrow. "jay."

he clears his throat. "…no."

you sigh, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him toward the campus café. he lets you, grinning like you just gave him the world.

the first time he reaches for your hand, it’s so casual that you almost miss it.

you’re sitting next to each other, watching a movie in the dorm common room. your hand rests between you, fingers brushing against his.

then, slowly, hesitantly, jay links his pinky with yours.

your heart stutters.

you glance at him, but he’s staring straight at the screen, his jaw tight, his ears slightly red.

you bite your lip.

then, without a word, you let your fingers slip fully into his.

jay stiffens for half a second. then, his grip tightens, and he exhales, shoulders relaxing.

he doesn’t let go for the rest of the movie.

he’s not used to jealousy.

or rather, he’s not used to his own jealousy.

he’s seen people get possessive over him before, watched girls glare when he flirted with someone new, felt the heat of their disappointment when they realized he wasn’t theirs.

but now?

now he understands.

he understands because he’s standing in the middle of campus, watching some guy—some random guy—smile at you like he has a chance.

and jay hates it.

he crosses the distance before he can think, sliding an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

"hey, baby," he murmurs, voice low, casual, possessive.

your eyes widen. "jay?"

"who’s this?" jay asks, looking at the guy.

the guy blinks, glancing between the two of you. "uh, just—just a classmate."

jay smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. "cool. yeah. we gotta go, though."

you barely have time to say goodbye before jay is leading you away, his grip firm but gentle.

once you’re out of earshot, you elbow him. "what was that?"

jay shrugs. "didn’t like the way he was looking at you."

you roll your eyes. "you can’t just—"

he stops walking, turning to face you, eyes serious. "i know i don’t have the right," he admits. "but i don’t like it. i don’t like the idea of someone else thinking they can have you."

your breath catches.

"you’re mine," jay says, voice softer now. "right?"

you stare at him for a moment.

then, finally, you sigh, reaching up to flick his forehead.

"yeah," you mutter. "i’m yours."

jay grins, rubbing his forehead. "damn right."

heeseung and jake pretend to be disgusted.

"you’re whipped," jake says, shaking his head.

"nah, man, this is worse than we thought," heeseung adds. "he’s holding hands in public."

jay glares at them from across the table, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

"you guys are just mad i have a functional love life," he says.

jake snorts. "yeah, sure. functional."

"bet he calls them ‘baby’ over text," heeseung whispers loudly.

jake gasps. "you think he—"

"shut up," jay groans.

you’re trying not to laugh. "do you?"

jay glares at you, but his ears are red. "i hate you."

you grin. "you love me."

jay rolls his eyes.

but then, under the table, he gives your hand a squeeze.

and you know—

even if he’ll never admit it out loud—

he really does.

—

you constantly look back and don’t know when you started believing him.

maybe it was the first time he held your hand without thinking, his fingers curling around yours so naturally, like he didn’t need to pretend anymore.

or maybe it was when he let you steal his hoodie, even though you were sure he’d never let anyone do that before.

or maybe—just maybe—it was when you saw the way he looked at you.

because it’s different now.

jay park, the guy who used to flirt with anyone just for fun, the guy who never stuck around, only looks at you.

"okay, but seriously," jake says, pointing a fry at jay. "how the hell did this happen?"

you’re sitting in the corner booth of a diner near campus, squeezed between jay and the wall. heeseung and jake are across from you, both staring like you’re some kind of unsolvable mystery.

jay takes a slow sip of his drink. "what do you mean?"

"you!" heeseung gestures wildly. "relationship jay. committed jay. ‘not flirting with every breathing human’ jay."

"it’s called growth," jay deadpans.

"it’s called ‘i fell first, and i fell hard,’" jake teases, smirking.

jay huffs. "whatever, man."

but he doesn’t deny it.

heeseung leans forward, grinning. "okay, but who confessed first?"

jay opens his mouth—

"me, obviously," you interrupt.

jay’s head snaps toward you. "what?"

you shrug. "you’re a coward. took you forever to admit you liked me."

jake laughs. "ohhh, he got you there."

jay glares at you, but you just smile, nudging his foot under the table.

you laugh, “joking, it’s complicated.”

heeseung rests his chin in his palm. "man, i never thought i’d see the day."

"what day?" you ask, amused.

"the day jay park became a simp."

jay groans, burying his face in his hands. "i hate all of you."

you pat his arm. "no, you don’t."

he exhales, tilting his head to look at you. his eyes soften.

"yeah," he murmurs. "i don’t."

—

later that night, after jay walks you back to your dorm, you linger outside the door.

he doesn’t leave right away.

instead, he leans against the wall, hands in his pockets, just looking at you.

you tilt your head. "what?"

jay hesitates, then exhales sharply.

"it’s weird," he mutters. "this whole time, i thought i had everything figured out. i thought i knew what i wanted. but then you came along, and suddenly, nothing made sense anymore."

your chest tightens.

"i didn’t get it at first," jay continues, eyes flickering to the ground. "why i got so annoyed when you ignored me. why i kept looking for you in every room. why i couldn’t flirt with anyone else without feeling like it was wrong."

he finally meets your gaze.

"but now i do."

your fingers tighten around the door handle, heartbeat loud in your ears.

"i don’t want to be the guy i was before," he murmurs. "not with you."

you swallow. "jay—"

"i know i’m not good at this," he cuts in. "i know i’m gonna mess up. i know i don’t deserve you."

his voice drops lower, almost hesitant. almost afraid.

"but i want to try. and i want you to let me."

for a moment, neither of you speak.

then, finally—

you sigh, shaking your head. "god, you’re such an idiot."

jay blinks. "huh?"

you step forward, grabbing the collar of his hoodie and pulling him down until your foreheads touch.

"you’ve had me this whole time," you murmur.

jay’s breath stutters.

then, slowly—hesitantly—his arms wrap around you, holding you against him, warm and real.

"yeah?" he whispers.

you nod. "yeah."

jay exhales a shaky laugh, squeezing you tighter.

"thank god," he mutters. "i don’t think i could’ve handled losing you."

you smile against his shoulder.

neither could you.

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