#these really look like they could have been taken on the same day or close to when his highway patrol episode was filmed these also 1956
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Yeah. I have a big bone to pick with women who go out of their way to gatekeep someone out of our club. Most of them are cis and straight, but trans fems who do this unfortunately exist. That instance looks like some disgusting hypocrisy to me, because most baby trans fems really emotionally lean on the willingness of this community to emphasize that you are your gender and you are valid no matter how many steps you've already taken and been successful with. That is a crucial, supportive message, and suppressing it in any way is tantamount to pulling up the ladder behind you. Which, yeah, every community has its assholes who pull up ladders.
It is also a tough line to walk sometimes for women, because most of us have learned that there are certain ways we can't entirely just open up to most masculine folks and let them into our entire lives and every space. Not without a lot of pain. So we are incentivized to wait until someone makes it clear that they're safe, before they're let into our inner lives more. This function has caused me SO much strife, because before I was accepted as a woman, it kept me outside in the cold, alone, really close to an early grave, but now that I am fully living as a woman, and even before I was doing that, my efforts to ignore this function entirely and just let any masculine person into my heart, my inner world, and my safest spaces, have not always gone well, and sometimes those efforts have backfired, made me unsafe, and deeply traumatized me.
These days, the only conclusion I've been able to find is that women need to work on what we recognize as red and green flags, for who is safe. It's pretty easy to see that the average set of red and green flags you see most non-queer white women adhere to are... crap. Truly crap. Delusional, not based in reality, etc. And that sucks because it isolates them more and it gives them more excuse to be really shitty to people, or to gossip about them in ways that really aren't fair to them.
Earlier in my transition, I still had it internalized that I had had so much trouble because I wasn't good enough, because I didn't do enough, and that's why women didn't let me in. But I was literally running around freely saying out loud that I was genderfluid, that I had no concept of manhood and little concept of gender, that I thought it would be cool if I was born as a woman, that I wanted other pronouns to be used on me, that I could be pretty gay/queer, acting pretty gay/queer, openly rejecting most masculine behaviors and modes of thought, constantly openly celebrating femininity, experimenting with gender presentation... I was a very queer little dude. And I've only been able to recognize that in retrospect. Because nobody let me in. Trans fems may have let me in, but they weren't around much in the late 00s and early 10s. I never met one. But I did meet and usually deeply connect with countless fellow eggs, before any of us knew. In situations like mine, trans fems generally didn't even get to find themselves until a bisexual cis woman took it upon herself to date them as a perceived man, and then recognize their queerness and allow them to explore gender with her acceptance and assistance. Because being allowed into womanhood was so rare and taboo that it had to happen behind closed doors as part of a romantic relationship. I was aro/ace, and I unconsciously looked to get the same experience out of a platonic friendship, but all I got was led on. Told I was a close friend but still treated like a stray animal compared to their feminine friends. Not let in.
Meanwhile, cis women, and fem-raised queer folks who at the time universally saw themselves as, yknow proudly not quite men at least, universally treated me like a burly cis man deserving of none of their support or curiosity and all of their suspicion and gossip about how "he's creepy." Consistently. Until I finally came out as a woman in 2022. And that's so 100% on them. They went out of their way to not see me for who I was and just keep me out in the cold. So yeah. The state of gatekeeping of womanhood is *bad*. And in my experience, most of it comes from people who had/have easy access to unquestioned claims of womanhood, whether that's because they're AFAB or because their transition into womanhood was really fast and made them really conventionally attractive.
But what about trans fems? Well, we aren't perfect with our red and green flags, either. It's hard to be. Personally, I've noticed there is a small contingent (VERY small) of trans fems my age who operate more like the old world transsexuals in that they really are truscum gatekeepers, often also ableist, and borderline psychopathic in the level of emotional labor they expect from you as a friend vs. what they're willing to put up with in return. And that is very unfortunate. My early transition saw a lot of them genuinely help me as incredible new friends, but then hurt me badly and burn bridges for no good reason. And I feel that there is a bit of a schism in the trans fem community between elders who usually just want to stealth out--who look down on baby transes and cringe and don't help us, or even if they do talk to us and help, there is still a very clear line denominating their actual friends and community that we never get to cross into--and the rest of us who openly embrace being queer and not assimilating all the way. But, frankly? Most trans fems I've met are the most welcoming and least gatekeeping folks on the planet. Most are that latter, queerer camp. And we operate exactly the way that we should: we let anyone safe into our inner world, even if that safe person happens to be a man. And some of us STILL see that backfire. And so even we can't be completely carefree. But we can always learn and grow and get better and better at what we actually identify as red and green flags.
wait where are all the trans guys
Historical-anthropological research, especially the work taking place before the 21st century or outside the West, tends to focus entirely on transfeminized groups. So when reading these works itâs pretty natural to ask â wait, where are all the trans guys? This is a reasonable question with a few clear answers; this post is something quick I can point people to.
The central condition of transfeminized groups' absorption into feminist activism has been to accept a kind of symmetry with select TME groups through the understanding of trans femininity as "gender variance." Under this framework, transfeminized groups' social position can be understood as a consequence of gender variance and some abstract violation of cis norms; this was proposed by people like Susan Stryker and Emi Koyama [1], among others, and continues to structure trans inclusion today. It also fails when considering several basic aspects of these groups:
Transfeminized groups are associated with hyperspecific labor practices, most frequently sex work, but also hair styling, drag, makeup artistry, acting, and other forms of 'gender work.'
Metropolitan transfeminized groups appear in the archive as highly clustered and active groups connected with, but usually intensely split from, the masculine men they fucked.
Transfeminized groups become a kind of 'third gender' on an epistemic level; they are Known to wider society before and after âcoming outâ in a way that USAmerican transmasculinity has only recently vaguely approached.
Transfeminized groups are heavily clustered in labor practice, social organization, and epistemic position, although this is not universal -- certain strains of USAmerican transfemininity have become a bit more labor-agnostic in the last two decades, not-so-coincidentally alongside more general currents of gender-labor liberation. The messy strains of trans male identity recovered from the archive and from current practice tend to lack labor, social, and epistemic coherence. As Aaron Devor notes in FTM, his 1997 history of FTM men, trans men in the 20th century tended to transition out of cities and into the countryside, finding low-profile places they could exist in. These practices, and the earlier "female husband" practices described by Jen Manion, relied on the labor-agnostic nature of transitioned manhood in order to disappear from public life. Transfeminized groups, on the other hand, are categorically restricted from the main form of economic life historically available to women -- marriage. Their labor practices are heavily constrained and have almost always revolved around some form of 'gender work:' as Susan Stryker put it, you need to get people to pay you for being a trans woman. Transmasculinity pushes away feminized restrictions on labor; trans femininity is labor.
Because transfeminized identities are so often labor-identities, and because their specific brand of 'gender work' and hormonal/silicone/surgical embodiment usually requires both specialized training and community support, nearly every metropolitan center in the world developed highly centralized transfeminized groups over the course of the 20th century [2]. As Ochoa notes, this visibility is partially due to epistemic visibility (everyone knows what a trans is), partially due to group structure (people work and train each other), and partially due to the selectively visible demands of finding clients. Fledglings come in with a way of being that is always already visible to society, but changing the body to match and learning how to fully enact and slowly contest the third-gender labor-identity they've been given takes a lot of community support.
So as labor-identities, transfeminized groups tend to a level of labor/community/epistemic coherence that has no clear counterpart. The news archives we have of trans men (as seen in Manion) position them as singular and easily absorbed back into the female gestalt; the cisgender feminist/gayguy/AIDS researchers that form the bulk of historical-anthropological work saw them as unnecessary to their grand theories of gender; the communities themselves have been materially fractured and, for the groups that rise out of lesbian-feminist activism, only partially committed to their own existence. The result of all this is that there is no clear equivalent to the "transfeminized groups" of Jules-Gill Peterson; there is no symmetry to trannydom, and while additional work to unearth trans manhood in the archive remains extremely valuable, sometimes the necessary level of label-coherence and social existence just isn't there.
[1] Stryker, "My Words to Victor Frankenstein Above the Village of Chamounix: Performing Transgender Rage," Emi Koyama, "The Transfeminist Manifesto" [2] As seen in Namaste, Invisible Lives, Prieur, "Mema's House, Mexico City," Kulick, "Travesti," Newton, "Mother Camp," Ochoa, "Queen for a Day," Hegarty, "The Made-Up State," and plenty more. Most of these works came out in the late 80s and 90s due to a combination of the feminist "third gender" craze, the burgeoning field of masculinity studies, and AIDS.
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BSD Locations- Yokohama Visit 2024 - Part 2
Part 2 of my adventure in Yokohama~!
Link to Part 1
Motomachi Plaza (S3EP30)
The place where Higuchi was spying on Gin and then runs into Atsushi and Kunikida lol. Its a small mall (?) overlooking Motomachi street, the exact street where Atsushi and Dazai were walking in season 1 episode 2. She was spying from the first floor and honestly, it was a fairly noticeable place, hardly ideal for spying on anyone lmao. No wonder Atsushi and Kunikida noticed her immediately đ
Yokohama Chinatown (S1EP9, S3EP30)
Only about 5 minutes walk from Motomachi street is Chinatown. Honestly I was kinda amazed at how near identical even the path leading to Chinatown was. I had to wait for a while for the signal to turn green. Having an ability like Katai would have been convenient hahaha XD. Gin's escape route in the anime is quite realistic from the point of view of the actual locations, which is just incredible!
The gate is so identical in the second screenshot and I noticed later that even the 7-eleven on the right makes an appearance in the anime. The gate in the first screenshot is probably a different one though :')
Yokohama Kantei Temple (S3EP36)
This temple only makes a brief appearance in the anime, when Tanizaki is talking to Dazai on the phone after his surgery. It's a really beautiful temple located inside Chinatown. There was another temple that looked similar, but that turned out to be a different one lol. You have to pay if you want to enter into the main shrine, otherwise it's free to enter :)
While I was taking some pictures, I unexpectedly ran into a couple of BSD fans here who saw my Kunikida ita bag lol XD. They were from Kyoto and were visiting Yokohama on the same mission as me HAHAHA. It was really wholesome and I was so happy to know there were other fans curious about the real life locations like me!!
Nippon Yusen Hikawa Maru, Yamashita Park (S3EP31)
Such a lovely place to spend the day, maybe even at night, walking around!! There were many benches and sitting areas to relax and catch up. I could have taken a similar picture to the anime, but I obviously got it wrong lol. This place was about 8-10 minutes walk from the temple in Chinatown. I think you can enter the cruise museum for a small fee. I only went to the souvenir shop outside in the port area to buy some souvenirs, and the cashier there was also a BSD fan!! They said their favorite character was Akutagawa! đ„č
World Square (S3EP30)
This is close to Yamashita Park, but honestly it was so much farther than I expected, and there's so many stairs to climb too. (My legs were already killing me at this point and it was just noon with still many places to cover đ). Katai confessed his feelings to Gin here, and honestly I would hardly consider the actual location to be an ideal spot for a confession ajdlslfsjk. The fountain wasn't really working, there were many leaves scattered about and also it's so far away from Chinatown. How did they even get to this place? It was a nice and quiet neighborhood without too many people around though, so it's good for a private discussion I suppose.
Yokohama Marine Tower (S4EP41)
You can see the tower from this square too. This is the place where Ranpo and Poe meet Mushitarou in S4. I was planning to go to the actual tower after lunch, but as expected I couldn't manage my time very well considering I still had many other places I wanted to visit remaining in my list ajdlslfsjk.
That's the end of part 2! There will probably be two more parts...depending on how many images I can add in one post lol...
#bungou stray dogs#bsd Yokohama#bsd higuchi#bsd kunikida#bsd dazai#bsd atsushi#bsd tanizaki#bsd katai#i tried to put the kunikida shimeji on my laptop while working on this post but I failed#I'm a boomer now who doesn't understand technology đ#also it was just so strangely touching meeting bsd fans at the actual places featuring in the anime#đđ
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A Second Chance, Ch. 16
@praetorqueenreyna @thrumbolt @achaotichuman @northern-polaris @zivotzaruzi @taymartiart (Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged or untagged.)
I just checked my last update, and not only was it almost a month ago (sorry!), I included an apology for the previous chapter's cliffhanger. So, to get it out of the way, I'll just warn you now and apologize for this next one. đ«¶
Pairing: Tamlin x Lucien
Word Count: 5.4k
Summary: It's the Friday before Christmas, and some unexpected surprises show up on everyone's doorsteps.
Read on AO3, or read on below:
There was a knock on the open office door, then someone called through the crack: âSpecial delivery for J. P. I.â
Tamlin and Jurian looked up at the same time, then exchanged surprised looks.
âFrom who?â Jurian asked the smartly-dressed courier standing in the doorway with a large rectangular box tucked under his arm.
âT & J, sir. Itâs a department store, sir.â
âI know what it is.â Jurian gave Tamlin a look. âThe only question is who would be sending us a box full of high end goodies from Thread & Jewels of all places,â he remarked dryly, then flicked up his eyebrows. âIâll give you three guesses.â
Tamlin blushed as he carefully closed the drawer of the filing cabinet heâd been organizing. âYou never know. It could be from Vassa.â
Jurian grimaced as he pushed his rolling chair away from the desk. âDoubtful,â he said, groaning as he stood. âShe just barely started speaking to me again. Besides, why would she need to have something delivered? More to the pointââ He took the pen from the waiting courierâs outstretched hand. ââWhy would your boyfriend have something delivered? You just moved in together. You could be saving a fortune on postage alone, not to mention tips. Which I will happily pay,â he quickly added to the courier.
âNo need, sir. Itâs been taken care of, sir,â the courier said, unfazed as he held out the clipboard for Jurian to sign.
âReally? No kidding.â
Tamlin stood back and slid his hands into his pockets. âMaybe itâs not for us,â he mused. âMaybe it got sent to the wrong place.â
Jurian squinted at the fine print, then scrawled his signature. âGuess again,â he remarked, clicking the pen closed and handing it back. âThatâs our address. And lookââ He held up a small, cream-colored envelope and wagged it. ââItâs got our business name on it, with a little heart dotting the âiâ and everything.â
Tamlin rushed forward, blushing madly. âLet me see that,â he said, snatching the envelope from a smirking Jurian, then turned it over. âIt does not.â
âMaybe not, but who else would go to all this trouble?â
âLucien,â they said in unison.
âYou got it.â
As Tamlin slit open the envelope, Jurian asked the courier, âIs there anything else?â
âNo, sir. Enjoy your weekend, sir. And happy holidays, sir.â
âYeah, you, too,â Jurian said, accepting the box before closing the door behind him. âSo, what does your little love note say?â
Tamlin was too intrigued by the message to be embarrassed further by his friendâs teasing. âHereâs a little something for each of you,â he read aloud. âYouâll know which is which, but just in case, call me.â He didnât mention the small heart next to the phone number at the bottom, but he smiled at it, just the same.
Jurian tilted his head and listened as he gently shook the package. âHuh. Whatever it is, itâs tightly-wrapped,â he mused. âItâs probably just clothes, but it feels too heavy to be Christmas pajamas.â
âAs if Lucien would ever buy you pajamas,â Tamlin said, smiling.
âGood point,â Jurian said, hefting the box. âHmm. A blanket, maybe?â
Tamlin slid the card into his pocket and chuckled. âYou look like a big kid shaking your presents the day before Christmas,â he said wryly. âDid you ever open them early, just to see if you were right?â
âYou bet I did,â Jurian said, smirking as he set the large box on top of the desk. âMy parents had to get pretty creative to fool me.â
âSounds like you were always meant to be a detective, then.â
âHuh. I guess I was,â Jurian agreed, reaching for some scissors. âNow letâs see how good I still am.â
As it turned out, there was more than one box tucked inside the larger one.
Jurian clicked his tongue and shook his head. âThe old nesting doll trick,â he moaned. âI should have known.â
Tamlin allowed him to heft the smaller box before he opened it, though, just to give him a sporting chance.
âBooks, maybe⊠No, wait. Iâve got it. T & Jâs is a department store. Itâs picture frames, or nothing. Iâd bet my couch on it.â
As it turned out, he didnât have to, because he was right. There were two picture frames inside, one for each of them, with pictures.
Tamlin smiled at his silver reindeer frame, but he had to chuckle at the photo inside it. He and Lucien were standing next to their newly decorated tree, he in his jingle-bell antlers and his boyfriend in an ugly candy-striped sweater, and making a heart with their outstretched hands. The rest of the photos that Jurian had taken of them that night were in a small envelope of their own. There was the one of them falling into each otherâs arms and laughing, then hugging, and then just looking at each other.
He would have kept looking, but Jurianâs wistful sigh drew his attention.
His bossâand friendâwas slowly flipping through his own stack of photos, featuring him and Vassa standing by the Christmas tree. The frame Lucien had chosen was tucked under his arm.
âSo, what did you get?â Tamlin asked him politely.
Jurianâs gaze was soft and somewhat sad as he glanced up. âHmm? Oh, itâs empty,â he said, turning the frame around. It was covered in sculpted silver snowflakes, but the frame itself had nothing inside it, just as he said. âI guess he knows Vassa and I arenât together anymore. Not that we were ever together to begin with, I meanâŠâ
Tamlin winced. âI think he just wanted to give you the choice in what photo you wanted to put inside,â he offered kindly.
âThatâs very optimistic of you, but highly unlikely,â Jurian said, sitting on the edge of the desk. He set the silver frame aside. âI think he just didnât want to hurt my feelings. This is the sort of gift you give your future in-laws when you want to impress them⊠or your boss, in this case.â He pointed at the framed certificates on the wall behind him. âEveryone who knows me knows I like my frames like I like my liquor: cheap, oak-y, and on sale.â
Tamlin rolled his eyes. âOr maybeââ he said, picking up the snowflake frame and brandishing it. âLucien thought that Santa and his Little Helper would like a frame that looks more like it came from the North Pole instead of the bottom of a bargain bin.â
âHey. My frames have character, even if they do give you splinters.â
Tamlin ignored his sarcasm. âHe didnât have to give you a frame,â he continued. âOr the photos. I donât think Vassa would have let him give those to you if she didnât still care about you, at least a little.â
Jurianâs pinched mouth softened. âYou think?â
Tamlin nodded, then reached out and tapped at the topmost photo in Jurianâs hands. âI think you should frame that one.â
It was the one candid photo Lucien had managed to take of them, in which Jurian was gazing at Vassa with such tenderness, it was impossible to believe that he had been pretending the whole time. It had been real from the start. Only he hadnât realized it yet.
Jurian let out a heavy sigh. âOkay. Maybe I will,â he said quietly, taking the frame from Tamlinâs hand. âItâs not going to match anything on my wall, though. I guess it will have to live on the desk for a while.â
Tamlin smiled. âThatâs the spirit.â
âYeah. And speaking of spirit,â Jurian declared, gesturing to the large box behind him. âYou still have one more gift to unwrap. Andâbefore you say anythingâI highly doubt itâs for me. Itâs got your name written all over it. Metaphorically speaking.â He held up a finger. âUnlessâŠâ
But even Jurian didnât guess right this time.
It wasnât a monogrammed quilt, like he thought, or a robe, for that matter.
It was a beautiful gray wool overcoat with a high collar and two rows of buttons. Tamlin slowly rubbed the thick fabric between his fingers. He couldnât stop touching it. He couldnât stop staring at it.
Jurian whistled. âFancy,â he drawled, moving the empty cardboard box to the floor. âNow thatâs the sort of coat you can take for a stroll downtown without freezing your ass off,â he remarked. âWhere did you say Lucien was taking you, again?â
âWeâre going to his familyâs Christmas party. Well, itâs a company party. They have one every year,â Tamlin told him with a wincing smile, then shrugged. âHe talked me into it.â
âWell, congratulations. Or, condolences,â Jurian said with a small bow. âI guess it depends on how cheap the Autumn Corporation is going to be. Either way, I donât envy you.â
Tamlin huffed a shy laugh. âI donât mind,â he said honestly. âMostly Iâm just nervous about meeting the rest of his family. I only met them once around the holidays about eight years ago, and that was before either of us came out.â
âHey, donât sweat it,â Jurian said, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder. âAt least you know his brother likes you.â
âYeah, but thatâs just one of them. He has six.â
âSix? Good lord. His poor mother.â
Tamlin ducked his head to hide his nervous smile. âI remember she was really nice when I first met her, but that was before Lucien and I started dating.â
âRelax. Sheâs gonna love you,â Jurian said kindly, thumping him on the arm. âNow quit worrying. Weâve still got some cleaning up to do before we close up for the holiday, and weâve got your boyfriend to thank for that.â
âOh! That reminds me. I still need to call him,â Tamlin remembered, reaching for the card in his pocket.
âAll right,â Jurian conceded, âbut make it snappy. I donât want to hit rush hour. Traffic is going to be crazy enough as it is.â
Luckily, Lucien picked up after the second ring. âHey there, Handsome.â
Tamlin adjusted the receiver against his ear and smiled. âHow did you know it was me?â
âI didnât. Iâve been saying that all day, hoping youâd call,â Lucien teased. Tamlin laughed, and he could hear the pleased grin in Lucienâs voice when he continued, âSo, Iâm guessing you got my message.â
âI sure did, but Jurian and I were wondering why you went to all this trouble to have things delivered here when Iâm going to see you in a couple of hours.â
âWell, you know me,â Lucien said unabashedly. âI just couldnât wait until the party. Besides, shopping took longer than I thought, and I still have to give Vassa her gift. Iâm on my way to see her now, actually. Did you know sheâs coming tonight?â
Tamlin shifted the receiver to his other ear as he glanced at Jurian, who was putting her photo in his frame. âNo⊠I didnât know.â
âDo you think you can convince Jurian to come? It would be nice to see him and Vassa make up before the new year.â
They had certainly been cordial enough as they helped Tamlin move his things into Lucienâs apartment, but breaking down cardboard boxes was not the same thing as breaking down communication barriers.
Tamlin winced and looked away when Jurian noticed him staring. âIâll try,â he told Lucien quietly.
âThanks, Tam,â Lucien said warmly. âBefore I go, how do you like your new coat? Is it too big? Is it too much?â
âNo, I love it,â Tamlin assured him, folding back the tissue paper to look at his brand new coat again. âItâs perfect.â
âGood.â Lucien sounded relieved. âI was worried it wouldnât fit, soâŠâ
âOh. I donât know about that. I havenât tried it on yet,â Tamlin said sheepishly. âYour card said to callâŠâ
âWell, put it on!â Lucien said eagerly. âThereâs still time to exchange it before we go to the party tonight.â
âOh, okay. Um⊠Here. Talk to Jurian for a second,â Tamlin said, thrusting the receiver in Jurianâs direction. Jurian, who had been slowly cleaning up and pretending not to listen in, rolled his eyes as he reluctantly accepted the receiver.
âHey,â he said flatly, then looked Tamlin over as he pulled the coat out of its box. âYeah, heâs putting it on right now⊠Hmm? Oh, that. Yeah, thanks. The photos were a nice touch. You know, youâre not a bad photographer. Everything turned out real nice with the tree and everythingâOoh, not bad, Tam. Not bad,â he said with an approving nod, then paused to listen in. His brow furrowed. âWhat? I donâtââ He sighed, then tilted the receiver away from his mouth. âLucien wants to know if you look hot in it.â
Tamlinâs cheeks warmed as he chuckled and pulled his hair free from the folded wool collar. âTell him I think so.â
âHe says he thinks so,â Jurian said obediently, then rolled his eyes. âYou talk to him,â he complained, holding out the receiver.
Tamlin smiled shyly as he accepted it and traded places with Jurian at the desk. The duster-length coat swirled comfortably around his legs as he turned around and sat down. As he settled into the chair, he ran a hand over the soft wool. It was perfectly warm, and perfectly perfect.
ââon a scale of one to ten,â Lucien was saying on the other end.
Tamlin bit his lip, then told Jurian, âHe just wants to know what you think, on a scale of one to ten.â
Jurian wolf whistled, loud enough for Lucien to hear, and Tamlinâs face turned pink.
Lucien laughed. âThatâs more like it,â he said warmly. âWhich reminds me. Have you found your other gift yet?â
âYou mean the picture frame? Yeah, I love it.â
âThatâs good, but check your left pocket,â Lucien said mysteriously. âNo, wait! I mean the right one. Sorry. Thereâs two gifts, actually. One in each pocket.â
Tamlin bent his neck to hold the receiver in place as he reached inside the right pocket. âHow many gifts does this make, exactly?â
âIâm not sure. I kind of lost count after buying those aprons.â
âHey, new gloves,â Tamlin marveled, pulling them out.
âI hope they fit,â Lucien said shyly as he tried one on. âIt was kind of hard to get your measurements without spoiling the surprise.â
âHuh. Well, that explains why you wanted to compare hand sizes last night,â Tamlin remarked, then caught Jurianâs cocked eyebrow. He blushed deeper and turned away.
Lucien breathed a laugh. âI was trying to be subtle.â
âYou were,â Tamlin assured him. âI had no idea.â
âGood,â Lucien said warmly. âAs long as I guessed right, thatâs all that matters.â
âMm, theyâre a bit snug,â Tamlin admitted, flexing his fingers inside the fleece lined gloves. âBut stores donât usually have my size, anyway. Donât worry about it,â he said, peeling it off again. âTheyâre great.â
âIâll get you another pair,â Lucien promised. âNow, you can save the other gift for later if you want, but you have to promise to open it before sunset.â
âUh, okayâŠâ Tamlinâs brow furrowed as he reached inside the left pocket and drew out a small flat box with a hinged lid.
âJust in case you turn into a werewolf, remember?â Lucien teased.
Tamlin flipped open the lid, then stared at the spiked leather choker within.
âWhat is that?â Jurian asked, coming closer for a better look.
Tamlin snapped the lid closed and hid the box behind his back. âNothing.â
Jurian looked at him askance. âIs that what I think it is?â
Tamlin quickly shook his head.
Jurianâs brows rose in understanding as he spread his hands wide and backed away. âYou know what? Youâre right. Forget I asked.â
â...Tam?â Lucien said, worry creeping into his voice. âTam, are you there?â
âIâmâIâm here,â Tamlin rasped, then cleared his throat. âYeah. Mm-hmm.â
âDid I go too far?â Lucien asked hesitantly. âI thought maybe it would make you laughâŠâ
âItâs⊠uh⊠definitely different,â Tamlin admitted, setting the box aside, then lowered his voice so that Jurian couldnât hear. âYou didnât actually pay for silver, did you?â
âWould you be mad at me if I did?â
Tamlin grimaced.
âDonât worry,â Lucien said quickly. âIâm pretty sure itâs stainless steel. I donât actually expect you to wear it. I know youâre not a werewolf.â
âDo you, though?â Tamlin said in a low voice, surprising even himself.
âWhat? Oh. Ooh,â Lucien purred. âMaybe I donât know.â
Tamlin bit back a laugh. âI guess youâll have to wait until tonight to find out.â
âI canât wait,â Lucien said in a low voice, then in a louder tone asked, âHey, listen. Iâm almost at Vassaâs hotel. How would you guys like to meet me there? They have a nice little bar just off the lobby where we could meet up for drinks. How does that sound?â
Tamlin bit his lip in thought. âHmm. Let me ask Jurian.â He covered the mouthpiece with his free hand. âWhat would you think about dropping me off at Vassaâs hotel? Lucienâs on his way there now, and heâs offering to pay for drinks at the bar, if youâre up for it.â
Jurian hesitated, then shook his head. âTell him âThanksâ, but I already have a date tonight with a hot pink couch. Weâre going to split a couple beers and watch the game.â When Tamlin grimaced, he added quickly, âNot that I donât appreciate the offer, but I donât think itâs a good idea. Not right now.â
Tamlin nodded and turned away. âMaybe another time,â he told his boyfriend.
âIt was worth a shot,â Lucien said, sighing.
âYeah,â Tamlin agreed softly.
Jurian interrupted, âHey, I can still drop you off, if you want to go. I just canât stay. You understand. Prior engagement, and all that.â
âSure. Thanks,â Tamlin said, surprised, then passed on the news to Lucien. âDo you still want to meet up there? Can your convertible seat three?â
âHmm. Iâm sure we can work something out,â Lucien said distractedly. âListen. Call me before you leave, and weâll figure it out. Do you have the number for Vassaâs hotel in case you canât reach me?â
When Jurianâreluctantlyâadmitted that he did, Tamlin told Lucien so.
âGreat. Then Iâll talk to you soon. Oh, and Tam?â
Tamlin paused. âYeah?â
Lucien sighed softly on the other end. âI love you.â
Tamlin smiled. âI love you, too.â
* * *
Vassa was still wearing her robe when she peered through the opening of her hotel room door. Her surprised expression softened when she saw the wrapped gift in Lucienâs hand.
âYou are early,â she said chidingly, even though she smiled and opened the door wider.
Lucien bent down to kiss her cheek. âChristmas is next week,â he told her as he stepped inside. âIf anything, Iâm late.â
She chuckled as she closed the door behind him, then slid the deadbolt into place for good measure. âAnd your party tonight?â she reminded him.
âOh, that,â Lucien said teasingly. âThat Iâm early for.â
As he set her gift on the coffee table, he glanced around and asked, âSo, how do you like your new room?â
âIt is nice. View is better,â she said softly.
After Tamlin revealed that he and Jurian had been hired to report on Vassaâs whereabouts, it was agreed that she should change rooms, just to be safe. It was still registered under Lucienâs name, but it was one that Jurian hadnât been to. It was on a higher floor, with a better view of the city, although they couldnât see much of it at the moment. It had snowed earlier, but they were expecting more later that evening.
As Lucien shrugged off his coat, he noticed that Vassa remained by the door, hugging her arms.
âHey⊠Whatâs wrong?â
She shook her head. âI do not think I should go.â
âWhat? Why not?â
She shrugged and looked away. âI have bad feeling. In here.â She pointed at her stomach.
Lucien relaxed a little. âOh. You mean youâre nervous.â
She shrugged again. âI suppose.â
Lucien sighed and stepped closer. âWell, if it makes you feel any better, Jurianâs not coming. He has other plans tonight.â
âOh.â Vassa rolled her shoulders and lifted her chin. âWith another woman?â she asked, tryingâand failingâto sound disinterested.
Lucien tried to contain his smirk. âHe didnât say, but I doubt it,â he said honestly.
âHmph. He certainly knows how to keep his secrets,â she said dismissively, then brushed past Lucien to reach for her gift. âWhat did you bring?â
Lucien breathed a laugh as he watched her lift it to her ear and shake it. âCareful. Itâs fragile. Uh, it might break.â
âOh,â she said apologetically, then gently returned it to its place on the coffee table. She sat down on the couch and carefully removed the top of the box, then gasped appreciatively at what laid within. âOh, Lucien. It is beautiful,â she gushed as he joined her on the couch.
âTo remember your first Christmas in Prythian,â he said, smiling as she brought out the silver snowflake ornament.
It glittered as it caught the light and dangled from the ribbon she held in her delicate fingertips. âBeautiful,â she said again in Scythian.
âThere is one more gift,â he told her in her language, and folded back the white tissue paper to reveal the glittering picture frame underneath.
The silver snowflake frame matched her ornament, as well as the frame he had selected for Jurian, although he didnât tell her that. He wanted them to discover that on their own. He wanted to believe that they could be friends again, even if they never dated again. Considering how intertwined their lives were, considering that Lucien and Tamlin now lived together, it would be easier on everyone if they could learn to get along.
As she admired the new frame, Lucien reached inside the box and drew out a small white envelope. âThese are the photos from our tree-decorating party,â he explained, without opening the envelope. âYou donât have to look at them, but I wanted you to have them, anyway.â
Her smile faded as she hesitated, then slowly accepted the envelope. âThank you,â she said softly, then set it aside without looking at them.
Although he was disappointed, he wasnât surprised.
She must have noticed his expression change, for she repeated her âThank youâ in a much more sincere tone, then kissed his cheek. âYou are most kind.â
âYou are most welcome,â he told her in Scythian.
She beamed. âCome,â she said, seizing his hand. âHelp me decide what to wear.â
âOh! Youâre going to come?â he asked as she pulled him to his feet.
âYes,â she declared. âIf Juri canâI mean, Jur-i-an,â she said, pronouncing his name carefully. âIf he can have plans, then I can have plans.â
It was better than leaving her alone in her room all night, with only a television and a minibar for company, so Lucien didnât argue. âWhat did you have in mind?â
* * *
By the time Tamlin and Jurian made it downstairs, it was getting dark.
Even though it was still technically afternoon, the thick clouds above their heads made it seem later than it actually was. The near-empty parking lot was covered in a light dusting of snow, and they were already expecting more. If they didnât leave soon, theyâd be caught up in it. Most of the workers in their building had already gone for the day, having started their holiday weekend early.
âYou sure youâve got everything there, Tam?â Jurian asked him, watching him pile his old coat and the coat box into the back seat.
Tamlin flipped his scarf over his shoulder, then patted at his new pockets. âI think so. Iâwait.â He blushed as he remembered the spiked choker. âI forgot my, uhâŠâ
âYour something,â Jurian said with a meaningful nod.
âYeah,â Tamlin said meekly.
Jurian chuckled and shook his head, then opened the driverâs side door. âIâll get the windows scraped off. You, go fetch,â he teased.
Tamlinâs blush deepened. âYeah, okay,â he said, then quickly turned for the entrance.
His embarrassment only lasted as long as it took to call the elevator. As he slid his hands inside his new pockets, he caught sight of hisâsomewhat blurredâreflection, and he smiled. As he turned, his new coat swirled around his knees. His white scarf looked good with the fine gray wool, even better than his bomber jacket. This one was a lot warmer, too.
What a Christmas this was turning out to be. He now had a boyfriend, a bigger place to live, an actual bed, a warm coat, and his violin. It seemed that his luck had finally turned around, and for the better.
Cold air swirled into the lobby. Tamlin glanced up as three men walked through the doors, wearing long black coats. That wasnât so unusual. What was unusual was that they joined him in waiting for the elevator. It was the last weekend before Christmas, and no one was doing business. Not at this hour.
Then again, it was none of his business what these men chose to do with their time. He didnât know everybody in the building, after all.
When the elevator opened, a gaggle of women walked out, wearing red and green and chatting merrily as they carried out boxes filled with leftover holiday goodies. There must have been an office party upstairs. Tamlin might have wished them a happy holiday as they left the elevator, if he had been alone, but he found himself strangely self-conscious and unable to speak.
With the elevator now empty, Tamlin wished he could take the stairs, but the three men seemed to be⊠waiting for him. Nonsense. They were just being polite.
The elevator could hold eight men comfortably, but it seemed oddly cramped when the four of them got in, one in each corner.
Tamlin stood by the buttons, even though he would have preferred to stand by the doors. âWhich floor?â he asked politely.
Two of the men looked wordlessly to the third, standing stoically in the opposite corner.
âThird,â the man said, with a hard accent.
Tamlin was too distracted by his pronunciation to press more than one button. If he had been thinking straight, he would have pressed Two, and then Three, and then taken the stairs the rest of the way. Slowly.
As the elevator doors rumbled shut, Tamlin pressed himself into his corner and took a deep breath. There was no reason to be nervous. These men were strangers, but he had ridden this elevator with strangers many times before. Besides, he was just as tall as they were, even if they did outweigh him in sheer muscle. At least, two of them did.
The third man, the only one who had spoken thus far, was tall and slender to the point of being gaunt. His closely cropped hair was so blond it was nearly white, and he had a neatly trimmed goatee. He had a cane, too, but that didnât help Tamlin guess his age. If he had to guess, perhaps he was in his late forties, or early fifties. Not that it mattered.
Had the elevator always been this slow?
The white-haired man slowly tapped a bony finger against the hand holding his cane. A thick silver ring rested on his first knuckle. Tamlin tried not to stare at it, but the movement caught his eye, and the shape held his attention. The ring was shaped like a skull.
The man noticed him looking, and he smiled. It was not a friendly smile.
Tamlin managed a tight, polite smile in return, then looked away. His icy blue eyes were rather unsettling to look at.
It was like looking at a ghost. The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.
After what felt like an eternity, the elevator rumbled to a halt, and the door chimed sweetly as it opened.
Nobody moved, though.
âPlease,â the man said, gesturing with a bony hand. âAfter you.â
Tamlin nodded politely, then hurried out. He forced himself to walk down the hall, although he would have preferred a brisk jog. Why was he so nervous, anyway? He didnât know them. They didnât know him. He hadnât been visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past⊠unless he counted Lucien.
Tamlin shook himself. He was being silly. He was no Scrooge. He was just nervous about meeting Lucienâs family, and he was running late. That was all.
He glanced back over his shoulder. He hadnât meant to, but he did it anyway. Not that he had any reason to worry. The three men hadnât tried to follow him. They were simply examining the directory printed outside the elevator. The white-haired man had lifted that same bony hand to drag his skull finger down the list of names.
Tamlin shivered, and looked away.
Bah, humbug.
His hands shook when he tried to unlock the office door, and he cursed under his breath when he nearly dropped the keys. Maybe Lucien would forgive him for âforgettingâ the collar. It seemed silly to come all this way for a joke. What would he tell Jurian, though? That a group of strangers had followed him onto the elevator and given him the creeps? No, it was better to grab the box and get out and pretend this never happened.
He let out a sigh of relief when the key turned and the office door swung open. Leaving the keys in the lock, he rushed for the velvet box on the other side of the desk. Maybe he would even tell Lucien about it later, and they could laugh about it over pizza and a glass of wine.
But when he turned around, box in hand, he didnât feel like laughing.
The skeleton man was standing in the doorway, and the other two men were right behind him.
âYou are J. P. I.?â the man asked in that same hard accent.
Tamlin swallowed. âWeâre closed,â he rasped.
The man smiled that same cool smile, then glanced over his shoulder and murmured something in another language. The other two men stepped closer. âBut⊠the door is open, no?â
Tamlin slipped the box in his pocket and tried to think of a way out.
At his silence, the man continued, âYou speak Scythian, yes?â
Tamlinâs blood ran cold. He knew that voice. âNo,â he whispered.
The man continued to smile. âI think⊠you do.â He pulled Tamlinâs keys from the lock and pocketed them as he stepped inside the too-small office. âI think you know exactly who I am, and why I am here.â
Tamlin couldnât think. He couldnât speak. He couldnât move. It was like Amarantha had drugged him all over again.
This man had his keys. Koschei had his keys.
No. No. It wasnât possible. Why would Koschei come all the way from Scythia? It didnât make sense.
This was just a very, very bad dream. In a minute heâd wake up next to Lucien. That was good. After kissing him awake, his boyfriend would pull him into a nice hot shower to work out all the kinks from the night before. They had just finished unpacking, after all. They lived together now. That was worth celebrating. Maybe they could go out for latkesâŠ
Maybe⊠after he woke up.
âYou try my patience,â the man said irritably. âWhere is my Vassa?â
Tamlin didnât mean to, but his eyes fell to the framed photo on Jurianâs desk.
Unfortunately for him, Koschei noticed.
As he picked it up, he frowned, and his eyes were like blue ice. âWhere is she?â
Swift footsteps sounded in the hall outside the door.
âTam?â Jurianâs voice called out. âHey! Whatâs going on? Get out of my way.â He shoved his way past the two men. âWhat are you doing in myâŠ?â
He faltered when he caught sight of Tamlin standing on the other side of the room.
âHey.â
âHey,â Tamlin said weakly.
âSo, I saw these clowns follow you into the building,â Jurian said quietly. âI didnât want to seem like a mother hen, but, uh⊠you know. You canât be too careful these days.â
âYeah. I know.â
The white-haired man turned the framed photo around and asked Jurian something in Scythian. Tamlin had a pretty good guess as to what he wanted.
Jurian straightened and rolled his shoulders. His face was grim. âDa.â
Koschei lowered the photo and smiled, and it was not a pleasant smile. âGood.â
#i really debated about where to end this chapter#it's been so long since i last updated#and yet the angst factor is much higher by ending it here#i hope you don't mind#i always worry about things like that#anyway i hope you liked it#tamcien#tamlin x lucien#my writing#my fanfiction#acotar fanfiction
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okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy heâs actually just really cool
#okay so I came to this flat and he wasnât here. greeted by a very dirty flat with shit all over the kitchen counters over cling film#I meet first my other flatmate who told me he stays in his room constantly bc of previous bad flatmates#has literally just a saucepan and some salt in the kitchen. so Iâm like okay spaghetti guy potentially not great but could just be#how this guy is yknow#on Tuesday I get an email back saying heâs coming back from Norway tonight looking forward to seeing you feel free to use the kitchen sauces#rlly friendly message that I wasnât expecting. I also didnât know heâd been on a trip i just knew he wasnât there bc his door was open#(to a REALLY nice room. multiple rlly nice plants (which he has little care labels for!!!) and itâs tidy and pretty#and heâs got a sheep teddy on the bed)#meanwhile I am in my own head bc I donât wanna cook in the kitchen until I can clean it and I canât clean it without moving his shit and#I havenât seen him yet to talk abt it and I canât bring myself to talk to him immediately bc Iâm dying#and embarrassed as hell by how Iâve been cooking in my room with a microwave and air fryer (loud) and sneaking my shit out of the kitchen#but then yesterday I DO talk to him!! and heâs super friendly!! actually interested in having a conversation and Good at it.#and then heâs cooking and like. spaghetti burns but Iâm not there for long and seems to be a mistake (he made the same thing for lunch today#and did Not burn the spaghetti) and is otherwise clearly competent bc the food smells Good and despite leaving a few things out itâs like#washed up stuff isnât dirty and the sides are better despite still under cling film. more a case that heâs spread out than heâs messy#and now today we talked and i offered to hold onto some shit over summer bc complicated situation that boils down to heâs flying back home#and he cant take all his stuff and had to choose between chucking stuff/having literally nothing this weekend. like sleeping on the sofa etc#and then cleans the whole flat?? which Iâm assuming a good chunk is his mess? but he did not need to do that. couldâve easily left#bc there are two people still living here who wouldâve had to deal with it and he doesnât know either at all#and THEN tonight we talk abt food which is fun bc we both ordered stuff. and he offers me some honeydew melon bc heâs been gorging himself#these past two days to finish it before it goes bad/he leaves which is also really sweet#and JUST NOW. I take my headphones out after finishing dinner and hear the sweetest fucking guitar#he plays the gentlest like dreamy sounding acoustic guitar Iâve heard in my life in his room (door closed by the time I leave)#this is actually just a really cool dude#now that the kitchens clear Iâm gonna cook tomorrow and will probably offer him some bc otherwise heâs gonna be eating out all weekend#he has extra takeout for tomorrow night but might want smth Sunday#regardless I am just. huh??? left a bit stunned bc of the u turn my opinion of this guy has taken. bc my opinion of him was a reflection#of my discomfort moving to this weird dirty basement flat with two people I didnât know#well. idk where to go from here. I think Iâll start by talking to him more this weekend. bc holy fucking shit.#luke.txt
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Clint Eastwood âą April 30 1956
#clint eastwood#so breathtaking#my man â€ïžâđ„#the first one is my favourite picture of him đ#I just cannot contain myself about how stunning he is#REALLY#ugh he is so đđâ€ïžâđ„#these really look like they could have been taken on the same day or close to when his highway patrol episode was filmed these also 1956#he was turning 26 next month as of those pics đ„°#WHAT AN ADONIS SERIOUSLY
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aHhh okay so the discussions of Titan!Megatron on @callsign-relic's blog have fully. FULLY taken over my brain and ive been drawing stuff for it for like the last few days nonstop
the tl;dr of this is AU is pretty much "what if Megatron got turned into a titan/cityformer as a form of penance/imprisonment and now roams the empty wasteland of Cybertron forever" plus "IDW Megatron has really fucked up internals so... what if that, but as a City?"
and of course since he's a Titan, that also means he has a cityspeaker... or three. One per sub-AU thing. Theres 3 options. 3 flavours of AU.
i have so much art to make. but in the meantime, for more info! check out the #titan au tag on Relic's blog :]!! (also uhh potential ns//fw warning for the link shfjbdkd)
Hi. My battery is running out once again so design and art notes get chucked here instead of an image.
The cuffs and collar are hardwired into Megatron, so I made the lights the same colour as his biolights!
I imagine that on the tops of his shoulders there are solar panels, even if you can't see them here lol.
I really wanted to keep the swirly bits on Megatron's chest from IDW
Other art notes:
The second picture with the seekers is (loosely) inspired by a discussion about whether or not Megatron gets visitors or not. I thought about who would visit him and well... I think this is as close as Starscream realistically gets to visiting him.
Extra detail about that piece is that Thundercracker and Skywarp are keeping watch from above! Also drawing Megatron took me like 8 hours because I was struggling with his legs really badly kshffkbfkdsbdk,, the background went much faster, funnily enough.
Optimus specifically isn't wearing his Autobot badge any more.
This isn't relevant in this series of images, but Ultra Magnus's eye markings are only on the Magnus armour. His other two forms do not have them :] (... until he begins to discard the armour, that is.)
Megatron is roughly 3200m/2 miles tall. Technically he could have clouds around his knees, but I thought this looked a little bit cooler lol.
Also, height chart! Him big. I didn't even attempt to put a human for scale because that'd be. near impossible with this scale.
#velwy.png#my art#titan au#maccaddam#megatron#transformers#transformers au#minimus ambus#ultra magnus#rodimus#optimus prime#this has involved so much fucking googling.#also learning how to draw Literally All these characters#anyway. i have more Really Clear images in my head so more stuff coming later#i have a short one page comic but uh. i dont know where to put it here so ill add it to a buncha doodles i have planned#in another post đ#later.#im doing a spectacularly bad job of being on anon. fbfkbgkenfkdnfk#i keep oscillating between 'i should just write this' and 'i gotta draw this' so. im doing both essentially.#if i ever finish the fic/s ill post it but until then this au continues to haunt my every waking moment
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Feral McGeeâą
It starts with the Joker.Â
His goons picked up Tim Drake. Not specifically because it was Tim Drake, he just so happened to be in the Jokerâs neighborhood, and we'll, he can't pass up that opportunity now can he?Â
Except Tim Drake is watching, along with the rest of Gotham, at the Batcomputer. Heâs nursing a broken foot and has been put on monitor duty until he's cleared for field work again.Â
The guy looks enough like him, though. Black hair, blue eyes, and bags under his eyes for days. He's also got the same lean sort of build like he does.Â
It happens like this.Â
The Joker is doing his monologue thing where he explains whatever twisted game he's come up with this time. He takes up the majority of the screen, so nobody can see Not-Tim behind him, not until the big reveal. Then he covers the screen again, getting up close and personal, before stepping back. In those quick few seconds, Not-Tim is no longer sitting there tied to the chair.Â
Someone off camera lets the Joker know, and he whirls around, confused as the rest of Gotham.Â
And then Not-Tim comes in with the steel chair.Â
Or, well, a crowbar, but the reference holds up.Â
He takes out one of Jokerâs knees before punching him in the face. The Joker drops like a bag of stones, out cold.Â
Then he looks towards the camera.Â
âHey there. I'm not really sure where I am, but also if he was after Tim Drake, he got the wrong guy. I'm not him, I'm just some dude. Anyway, I'll just-yep-â he carefully steps over the unconscious Joker, gives the camera a little wave, and then leaves.Â
Batman and Nightwing enter shortly after, with the Joker and his goons out cold and tied up. The knots were complicated enough where, in the end, the police resorted to cutting the ties off of them so they could be properly cuffed and taken to Arkham.Â
âA constrictor knot,â Batman tells Nightwing as they watch the villain be taken away. âOften used by sailors to temporarily tie things together to keep something in a bag, or to hold something to glue it back together.â
âHuh,â Nightwing says, scratching the back of his head. âGo figure.â
â
The next time it happens, itâs the Riddler.Â
Heâs laughing, giving his riddles to the Bats and recording himself to all of Gotham while his victim, one of the Wayne brats, hangs over a vat of something. From a distance, he looks like Tim Drake, or maybe a lankier Dick Grayson. And heâs not the only victim, theyâre all scattered across the city, but he thought an important figure such as a Wayne should be under the Riddlerâs direct supervision while he enacts his schemes.Â
While the Riddler cackles and plots and waves his cane around, in the background all of Gotham can see the figure escape. Several Gothamites recognize him as the kid from before, who clocked the Joker. They all watch with bated breath as he sort of wiggles his way out of the ropes holding him up. Once heâs free, he climbs the rope and gets himself down safely.Â
Gotham holds their breath as the kid casually walks up to the Riddler, whoâs mid-rant. He politely taps him on the shoulder, and as the Riddler is turning around, the kid clocks him just as brutally as he had the Joker. Heâs down with one punch.Â
They think heâs going to say another sort of awkward goodbye, but instead he pats the Riddler down until he finds a piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket.Â
âRight,â the kid says, looking at the list. Thereâs a lot more static overlay now, and several wonder if itâs damage to the cameras. âUh, the Clocktower, the Docks, and-â he squints at the page for a moment-âMama Nacaroniâs? What the fuck is that? Anyway, uh. See you later, I guess. Oh! And weâre at the Gotham Arena. Have fun with him, I guess.â
The kid tosses the paper off to the side before the camera cuts to black.Â
Just like last time, everyone is out cold and tied up. The Riddler himself is sporting a pretty bad shiner, but well deserved nonetheless.Â
âStop it,â Red Hood tells him. Batman just looks at him, and though Hood canât see the top half of his face, he can tell that his eyebrow is raised. âYou know exactly what I mean, B. Put the adoption papers away.â
âHn.â
â
After that, it sorta becomes a game. The rogues of Gotham are no longer after a Wayne, or after anybody who holds any kind of social status like usual. Theyâre all going after this one kid, all determined to be the one to hold him. And each one is televised.Â
Mr. Freeze freezes him in a block of ice, but due to the cameras glitching out, nobody can really see how he got free. They do, however, see the kid suplex Mr. Freeze. It should seem impossible, given his lanky figure, but he evidently has more muscle than heâs originally let on.Â
Two-Face gets a hold of him, using chains and some power-dampening cuffs just on the off-chance that heâs a meta. They all watch as the kid leans down, pulls a bobby pin out of his hair, and picks the locks on his cuffs. One punch, and Two-Face is down.Â
Gothamites are going wild for the kid. Theyâve dubbed him Feral McGeeâą (an online poll, of course), because every time he goes in for the punch he gets this feral look in his eyes. Also, just the fact that he casually goes up to these rogues and takes them out with all the casualness of doing something incredibly mundane? Incredible. The Gothamites are eating it up. However, despite the video evidence, nobody has been able to properly identify the kid. They know he has black hair and bright eyes, but any time he gets near a camera, itâs like thereâs this weird, sort of warped quality the camera takes on. It doesnât usually calm down until the fight is done-as one sided as they usually are-before he awkwardly skedaddles away. Â
He gets kidnapped by the Penguin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (though that was more just a friendly chat than anything), Mad Hatter, and the Riddler again.Â
And then the Joker escapes.Â
Itâs no surprise as to who heâs going to go after.Â
Due to one too many careless goons, they manage to find their way to the Jokerâs hideout pretty quickly. This time, itâs all Bats on deck, and they all hide away in the rafters as Feral McGeeâą is hung over a vat of acid. His whole body is tied up, hardly a single inch of exposed skin to be seen except for the neck up.Â
They watch the goons, they watch the Joker, and they watch Feral McGeeâą.Â
The Joker is monologuing, practically begging the bats to come find him before the timer runs out. When it does, the kid gets dumped into the vat of acid.Â
Despite these stakes, the kid seems to be only mildly annoyed.Â
âFuck this, I have homework I still need to finish,â they hear him say.Â
They all watch, amazed and confused, as the kid starts gnawing through the ropes. Human teeth shouldnât be able to do that so easily, but one bit after the other, and soon enough the kidâs got himself freed enough to just climb up the rest of the rope. When heâs at the top of the crane holding him up, Batman lets down a rope and pulls the kid up and out of danger.Â
âOh, cool, youâre all here,â the kid says casually, as if meeting the entire Bat Clan is just a normal Tuesday. And then he pulls out a notepad and pen and hands it to Red Hood.Â
âCan I get an autograph? Youâre dope as fuck, dude.â
Red Hood has to look away and hide his face in his arms for a few moments to not give away their location with his laughter before signing. And then, one by one, the others do as well. They pass along the kidâs notebook with shit-eating grins and barely contained snickers despite the fact that the Joker is still right below them. Even Batman signs it, after his children donât stop hounding him about it.Â
In their distraction, they didnât see the kid sneak away. Heâs far away from them now, nearly right over the Joker. Danny waits, though, until the Joker has turned around as the timer almost runs out. They watch as he snickers at Jokerâs flabbergasted look. The Joker comically looks back and forth and under objects the kid obviously isnât under. However, before he can do or say anything else, the kid drops from the rafters and right on top of the Joker. He crumples to the ground, unconscious. The kid, however, just brushes the dust off of himself. Despite the fall he took, there isnât a scratch on him.Â
When the bats join him, they give his notepad back to him, barely able to contain their laughter at the absurdity of it all. The kid, too, joins in the camaraderie, laughing and joking along with them as Batman secures the Joker.Â
âOkay, okay, but I gotta ask, dude,â Red Hood says at one point, looking at the kid. âHow do you keep getting kidnapped?â
The kid just shrugs. âI get distracted easily. And Iâm sleep deprived, so you know. Social awareness is kind of at an all time low right now.â
âWhy are you sleep deprived?â Nightwing asks, barely hidden concern in his voice.Â
 âFinals are kinda kicking my ass right now. Especially this dumb English homework I have. You guys wouldnât happen to know anything about that, would you?â
âOh, lucky for you,â Red Hood says, wrapping an arm around the kidâs shoulders as he walks them out of the warehouse, âI happen to know a lot about English. So, it is Shakespeare?â
âYeah, Midsummer Nightâs Dream.â
As they walk off, Batman calmly watches, though the rest of the bats can see his jaw twitching. Nightwing comes up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder.Â
âIf you donât adopt him, I will.â
âHn.â
#danny phantom#danny fenton#batman#bruce wayne#dc#batclan#batfam#joker#danny is a feral human#dp x dc#dc x dp
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hi, thank you. youve opened a can of worms that cannot be closed
killer is such an interesting character to me. i realized that im not actually too sure where to start but ill start with his timeline;
the idea of a character whose home was slowly destroyed for reasons outside of their control and beyond what they couldve ever thought was real is an incredibly interesting concept to me. i also love psychological horror and reality breaking type of things in relation to it.
to be transformed into something outside of the bounds of definition, and live with the consequences of that, of your loss of autonomy is terrifying. to be named under that total loss is horrifying. to know that everybody will only know your name and never what you went through to get there, that no one would even really care. not that you could get yourself to. theres so much potential with the idea of someone who wants to drain your world of everything for entertainment, and they can forcefully recode it, and they do not care about you because you are just a game character to them. and you are the only one aware of this. and when youre taken out of the timeline by a strange man who can also forcefully shift your control of your situation, everyone will only know you as just as bad as him. as a murderer with no reason. and every time you look at this man (nightmare) all you can feel is the same hatred you feel for yourself. you cant help but feel like youre the same. but this isnt about nightmare as much as i really do love him and writing his character (also super passionate about him)
i have a lot of problems in general with his fandom portrayal and the fact that we either see him as portrayed as either incredibly childish, dumb, very sexualized, etc. and its okay to want to write him how you want to write him, have fun, just not our cup of tea
to us, hes incredibly agile, quiet. hes eerie and incredibly smart and much more aware of whats going on than he lets on. he has lost all respect for anyone who claims theyre more powerful than him, and the way he taunts is by bringing them back to his level (or just doing things he knows pisses them off but not enough to get him killed for it. massive staring problem and wont elaborate on it). and while he can be flirty, where i understand the sexualization comes from.
i think i just crave more in depth characterization from him. how terrifying he is during battles, how he knows the knives he fights with better than the air he breathes and the placement of his feet just as much. how he could be using his magic but its difficult to fight him even without it. the absence of what he could be doing and the presence of how difficult what he is doing showing through. his disconnection from the world around him and how hard it is to realize that everything around you is just codes. that everything is malleable in the wrong hands and everyone lives their lives blissfully unaware of how quickly things can change. and how he could be deeply angry by this but never actually feel it well in his chest like he sees with others. he isnt indifferent, and at some point, somewhere he might express that care. but he cant. and this is it. and he doesnt know how to move on from that.
maybe when he gets close to people his relationships end up showing slow signs of trust. when he does trust people is he surprised if they leave? how scared is he to depend on anyone when no one was ever there to? maybe one day he finally learns to sleep with his chest or back exposed and around people. and his version of hanging out is going "hey i know a spot" and its a 50 minute walk through a closed off forest but its beautiful. and youll probably get some diseases, just gotta hope you dont. the next place is probably a feral cat colony hiding in the sewers hes been feeding and slowly gaining the trust of. hes weird.
in general i really do love complex characters and think about them a lot. and i love seeing how complex characters can be written. i love exploring the possibilities with him and i find that when we either write him or collab stories where we write characters interacting with him, we have a lot of fun and end up thinking about him a lot.
my friend @nullandvalid is a big killer enthusiast too and if you send him an ask you could probably get a big rant too. (also @thaltro. both him and null write killer super well imo. been incredibly fun to listen to them talk about how they write him and engage in writing stories with them) thank you for giving me time to yap about it, ill probably be thinking of more in the meantime but this is all i have atm fhahaha
another one for fun, pretty experimental. this one was one of those "draw regardless of whether or not you think it looks good" things. swore to myself the next utmv character i drew and posted was gonna be fell but here we are. gonna try to get used to posting things that i dont consider my best work. hi killer love you dude
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PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE | mattheo riddle
summary; mattheo is your slightly toxic, slightly unhinged, but absolutely adoring and completely obsessed boyfriend.
word count; 7077
notes; literally the moment I started watching the PPP music video I was like 'oh it's so matty coded' and this came to mind immediately. I didn't intend for it to get so long, it was supposed to be a short drabble. whoops.
The first time you met Mattheo Riddle, you were just walking out of detention as he was walking in.Â
Well, being dragged in by Madam Hooch, more like. He had blood on his face, and his knuckles, and he was smirking to himself as a sorry-looking Cormac trailed them inside. His eyes met yours, heâd winked, and youâd both continued to watch one another over your shoulders as you crossed paths, until the door shut.Â
You were his, from that very first moment.Â
The following days brought stolen glances across the classrooms and the Great Hall, his arrogant smirks and your shy smiles, and the look on his face that made you blush. You had to see him again, and opportunity presented itself that same Thursday, in Potions class, as Mattheo argued with Snape over⊠something.Â
Youâd tuned out, preferring to sit and watch him. He was just so pretty when he was mad.Â
âThat will be detention, Mr Riddle.â Snape drawled in that monotonous tone of his, and Mattheo glared across the classroom at the professor, who looked like he couldn't have cared less if he tried. âUnless anybody else has any objections, we can return toââ
Your book hit the ground with a resounding thud. The sound of it echoed around the room, and all eyes turned to you. You werenât sure what exactly had brought it on, and your friends stared at you, horrified about the disruption. An excuse sat on the tip of your tongue, but then your eyes met those enchanting honey-brown ones, and he was smirking at you once again, a single brow raised.Â
âMotherfucker.â You squeaked out, and after a pause that felt like it lasted an eternity, your professor sighed.Â
âVery well. Detention for you, too.â
Your jaw dropped, heat flushed your face, and Mattheoâs smirk stretched into a smile. Another wink, and you were a goner.Â
That same evening in detention, youâd been punctual and prompt, and he had sauntered in fifteen minutes late, sliding into the chair right beside you. Whispered conversations became jokes and confessions, inching closer and closer together, until you could count every little freckle that danced across his nose, and taste the nicotine and mint still on his breath when he spoke. His eyes held you captive, the stories he told had you on the edge of your seat, and the way his hand slid up your thigh had you burning.Â
Your first kiss was a month later, when heâd made you promise not to get any more detentions just to see him. Instead, youâd waited outside the classroom, and the moment heâd been out, heâd given you that same flirty grin. Pressed up into the stone wall behind you, with one of his hands beside your head as the other sat on your waist, his tongue had slipped into your mouth. Heâd tasted like chocolate and cigarettes, and youâd been intoxicated.Â
And when he pulled back, his softest smile yet on his face as his hand had taken your own, youâd known that he was yours, too.
âWhat do you mean youâre going out with Mattheo Riddle?â Your friend hissed, her eyes wide as the two of you huddled close together, ducking along the corridors as you hurried to your next class.Â
âWell, I mean that he asked me out on a date, and I said yes, soââ
âDonât be sassy with me!â She scoffed, and you smiled, shrugging. She really had left herself wide open for that, it wasnât your fault you took the chance she presented. âHeâs bad news.â
âOh, come on. What does that even mean?â
âIt means that heâs bad for you. Heâs bad for everyone!â Finally reaching the classroom âearly, as alwaysâ the two of you settled in at your desk, unpacking your books, and still whispering despite the empty classroom you found yourselves in. Not even the professor had arrived yet. âHeâs always getting in fights, and heâs always in trouble or detention, andâ hey! I bet heâs the reason youâve been getting a string of detentions lately, huh?â
You had no rebuff to that, heat coating your cheeks but you couldn't hide the smile that grew on your face at the mere thought of all your detention time spent together. âHe told me not to do that anymore, thatâs why he asked for a date! See? Heâs good for me.â
âOh, gee, what a saint he is.â She muttered, eyes rolling so hard you thought theyâd fall out. All humour slowly dissipated between you both, and she frowned and opened her notebook, dipping a quill in fresh ink. As the seconds ticked by, tension grew between you both that you didnât like.Â
âLook, I know what people say about him, and the reputation he has, but heâs not like that with me. Heâs not been like that with me.â Your hand lifted, scratching your cheek subconsciously. âItâs⊠not our first date. Itâs just the first one Iâve told you about, because I knew youâd react like this. But, if you knew him like I did, youâd understandâŠâ
Your voice trailed off, dreamy with a sigh and she turned to look at you. One of her brows raised as she put down her quill delicately. A beat passed, and her shoulders sagged, a little of the tension slipping free. âHe really makes you happy? Because⊠Iâm just worried about you, yâknow?â
âI know, and I love you for that. But I just need you to be happy for me right now.â
âHeâs going to break your heart. Heâs going to make you cry, and hate the world, and I donât like that.âÂ
Your hand slipped to hers, taking it in yours and squeezing. Flicking through your mind was the confidence brought on by every sweet word he whispered in your ear. All the soft kisses and touches. They didnât know the kindness, and the devotion, and the loyalty.Â
How could they, when they never gave him a chance? But his friends did, they saw the same side of him that you did. The version of him that would defend their name, and stop at nothing to make them happy. The version of him that didnât believe the lies and the rumours, and never even looked at any other girls.Â
They didnât know how funny he was, how secretly cuddly he was, or how he just craved a little attention. They didnât see him on the nights heâd sneak into your dorm just to crawl into bed and hold you, or the flowers heâd drop off outside your door. They didnât see the love-hearts written on the corners of his notes in class or the way he got grumpy if he went too long without affection.Â
You had good taste. You knew you did. It was just a shame nobody else saw it.
 âHe wonât, I know he wonât.â
âI hope for your sake he proves me wrong.â
Mattheo was nothing if not a sweet-talker. Heâd spent the morning covering you with kisses, and whispering into your ear about the date he would take you on tonight. By the end of the day, youâd been kissed on every inch of your face, and the husky tone of his voice was still ringing in your ears as he bid you goodbye, and promised to pick you up in a few hours.Â
Heâd been right on time, too. Knocking at your door at seven on the dot with flowers in hand and a whole new batch of compliments rolling off of his tongue. Gods, did Mattheo love to make you blush. Everything from looking you up and down seductively, to telling you that you were the most beautiful girl heâd ever seen, he did it all.Â
He kissed you like you were the only woman in the world, like he wanted you to feel his love and devotion as much as he spoke the words, and you melted into him every time. Whether it was a brush of his lips over your own, or his hands grasping at your body, pulling you so close you nearly fused as his mouth claimed yours, he did all of it so passionately.Â
Now, he was kissing your knuckles, guiding you toward one of the more expensive restaurants in Hogsmeade, one youâd never been to before, and grinning at your expression.Â
âMatty, this place isnât cheap!â
âNothing will be good enough for my girl, but certainly nothing cheap. For now, this is the best I can give to you.â Tugging you in close, the two of you stood outside of the beautifully decorated little building, and he nudged his nose against yours. âOne day, Iâll take you all around the world, to eat the best food with the best views.â
âOhâŠâ Your hands settled on his face, thumbs rubbing across his cheeks as he smiled, and you pressed a kiss on his lips in gratitude as words seemed to escape you entirely. âI love you.â
âI love you more, pretty girl.â His arms were tight around your waist, not quite ready to go yet, and his lips parted like there was something more he had to say. âListen, when we get in there, I just have to speak to one of the workers real quick, okay?â
âOkay.â It didnât seem all that concerning to you, and with a final kiss to your lips, he was holding open the restaurant door for you. His hand was warm in your own as he led you through the building. But then he was guiding you right past the hostess station, and you glanced back to it, but his feet never stopped moving, and you hurried to keep up with him.Â
Past tables and other workers, your jaw dropped with a soft gasp as he let himself into the back of the restaurant.
âMatty, I donât think weâre allowed back hereâŠâ
âDonât worry about it, baby.â Mattheo smiled, leaving another kiss on your cheek as he let go of your hand. âWait here for me, âkay? I just need to speak to one of the chefs.â
With that, he was disappearing into the kitchens, and you leaned back against the wall, staring at the clock opposite you. Seconds ticked past, turning into minutes, ten of them, to be precise, before the shouting started. Mattheo was yelling, youâd know his voice anywhere, and when you poked your head around the doorframe and into the kitchen, it was to find him holding a vaguely familiar-looking chef by the collar, and slamming him into a wall.Â
âMattheo!â
Your voice fell on deaf ears, as the two began to push. Mattheoâs back hit the counter behind him, a sickening smack and a grunt of pain, before the two were throwing fists. Every crunch of bones on skin and every rattling sound of a body hitting the workstations and countertops made your stomach turn. You covered your ears, turning your back on it all and shaking your head.Â
You didnât need to see that.Â
Eventually, the other chefs stepped in, dragging Mattheo out of the backdoor. When it was all over, you apologised profusely as you hurried through the kitchen to follow after him, hopping over the boy heâd beaten half-senseless who was groaning on the floor.Â
Stepping out through the backdoor, Mattheo was pacing, spitting a bloody mouthful out onto the floor, and his head snapped up in your direction. Only when he realised who it was did his gaze soften, and he wiped his palm across the back of his mouth.Â
A few seconds of silence passed as the shock settled and you checked he was okay, and when he reached for you, you turned from him. Storming away down the alley, you heard his frustrated groan behind you, the sound of him kicking a trash can, before he was hurrying after you.Â
âOkay, I know that wasnât how the evening was supposed to goââ
âOh, it wasnât?â Your laugh was so dry it almost made your chest hurt, and you didn't even bother to look back at him as you began to walk back through Hogsmeade.
âI fucked up, I knowââ
âUnderstatement of the century.â You muttered, ignoring his attempts at excuses and explanations as you wove through the streets. People offered you both funny looks, no doubt because of the blood running from his nose as he tried to stop it, the pair of you mid-argument.Â
When you reached the edges of the town, Mattheo fell into step beside you, his hand skimming down your back, burning into you through the thin fabric of your dress. A dress that had been a damn waste to put on.
âDonât touch me.â You hissed, slapping his hand away from your lower back, and he whined.
âOh, come on, baby. Iâm sorry.â
âYouâre not sorry! You planned this, and told me we were going on a date!â Your arms crossed over your chest as you stomped back out of the small village, beginning the walk back towards the school. âYou lied to me!â
âWoah, now! Hey! I never lied! I fully intended toââ He huffed as you continued to walk ahead of him, all but speeding in your heels until you wobbled, and he cursed under his breath, catching you to steady you. Spinning you around, he tipped your chin up with one finger. âListen, pretty girl. I never meant for all this to happen, okay? I meant it when I said Iâd made us a reservation. I just figured Iâd go and get my money from this guy, maybe even let him off a few galleons so heâd give us better service, and then weâd have a nice date. I didnât expect him to start a fight!â
âHe didnât start the fight, you did!â You poked a finger into his chest, and he winced. Obviously, youâd found a bruise by mistake. Smoothing your palm over it in way of a silent apology, his hand cupped yours, holding it over his heart. âYou said âLetâs take this outsideâ.â
âOkay, well, I was calling his bluff. I didnât expect him to actually take me up on it!â
Your jaw tightened, and your lip wobbled. You felt ridiculous, youâd gotten all dressed up, and you were hungry, and heâd let you down. At your expression, his own face crumpled, and he sighed sadly as he cupped your cheeks.Â
âPlease, baby, donât cry because of me. You look so pretty, you did your makeup so nice, I donât want you to cry because of me. Letâs just go back and find somewhere else to eat, yeah?â
âI donât want to, and we canât! Youâre dirty and bleeding, and youâve got a black eye coming on. We canât go anywhere.â You muttered, crossing your arms. He leaned in, kissing the corner of your mouth.
âIâm sorry. I love you, more than anything. I really didnât mean for it to go like this. I wonât let it happen again.â
âPromise me.â You huffed, gaze finally returning to his, and he nodded emphatically. âNo more acting stupid in front of me.â
âI promise, sweet girl. Iâll never mix business with pleasure again, okay? When Iâm with you, itâs all you.â
Just like that, he had your walls crumbling. How could you stay mad at him, when he smiled so sweetly, and made you feel so special? You gave in, one hand lifting to his cheek, touching gently at the swollen skin around the cut on his face. He hissed and pulled back, and your frown only deepened. âCâmon, you can come to my dorm, Iâll clean you up.â
âYouâre gonnaâ clean me up?â His smile was like that of a puppy, taking your hand happily and guiding you back along the path. âI tell you what, Iâll force Nott to sneak into the kitchens and make us some pasta, in exchange for the room to himself tonight, howâs that?â
âAnd where will you be sleeping?â You smirked, and he matched it, shrugging.Â
âI donât know. Maybe the cold, stone floor in front of the common room fireplace.â Your eyes rolled, and he dipped his head, leaving a kiss on your neck. âOr maybe, my loving girlfriend will let me stay over, and Iâll make it worth her whileâŠâ
âI donât want to look at your battered face.â
âPut a pillow over my head and get on top, then.â He snickered, and your jaw dropped.
âMatty!â
You brushed your fingers through Mattheoâs curls, and a sleepy rumble emanated from him. He nuzzled in a little closer. The tip of his nose rubbed your sternum and his arms tightened around you. He pressed a lazy kiss to your skin through your tee, melting into you further with the sigh he let go.Â
Youâd spent all day dozing on and off together, lounging in bed, and watching movies. Youâd dragged yourself up at some point to grab a book, an attempt to be productive, but Mattheo had quickly put an end to that as he dragged you back into the sheets. Now, the evening was rolling around, the sun was setting, and the stagnation of the day was beginning to become bothersome.Â
With another huffed-out sigh, Mattheo lifted his head, a frown on his lips as your hand slipped down to his cheek. He was sleep rumpled, a crease across his cheek from where heâd been lying on you, and you rubbed it soothingly.Â
âI could do with some fresh air,â He eventually mumbled, twisting his head to kiss the palm of your hand. âLetâs go for a walk or something.â
Your heart stuttered in your chest. Lately, heâd been getting into all sorts of arguments and fights. Never with you, no, your little disagreements ended with him conceding and kissing you senseless. But, heâd been drawing a lot of extra attention to himself lately, and it wasnât all that positive. You werenât so keen to have another date ruined by his fighting or being dragged off to detention.Â
âMaybe the courtyard?â
âWe could stay here?â You suggested, and he pursed his lips, shaking his head.Â
âNo, I want to go out. You donât have to come, baby. Iâll just go for a smoke break, Iâm sure Theo is knocking around here somewhere.â With that, he hauled himself up from the bed, and you watched him go. Stretching out muscles that hadn't been utilised all day, you bit your lip, tangled up in the sheets still as you watched him fetch a fresh t-shirt and tug it on, before searching for a pair of jeans.Â
You couldn't very well let him go alone, if he did, heâd smoke, and you hated that. But if you did go with him, youâd spend the whole time trying to stop him from riling up the Gryffindors he seemed to be having so many problems with recently.Â
He found a pair, tugging them up his legs and buttoning them at his waist. He was determined to go then, and you rolled over to prop your head up on your arm.Â
âI really canât convince you to stay?â You teased, sneaking a bare leg out from under the covers that led all the way up, and giving him a flash of what else lay underneath. Rolling onto your stomach and letting the sheets fall, his eyes fell straight to the skimpy little bit of lace youâd donned earlier, barely classifying as underwear at all.Â
He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. âIâm gonnaâ need a few more hours before I can go again, pretty girl. No matter how much you tease me with that little thong of yours.â
It was futile, once his mind was set, it was done. âAlright, fine.â You murmured, lips puckering as he leaned over the bed to give you a quick kiss. âIâll come with you.â
âYou will?â His face lit up, and guilt instantly flooded you.Â
It wasnât necessarily his fault. It was just a part of his culture. Heâd been raised on impulsivity and violence and arguments. You knew all about his home life, his childhood and his upbringing. Heâd had a rough time of it, the grizzly truth unveiled to you between late-night kisses and midnights at the tower as he smoked. You were surprised he even possessed the limited emotional functions he did, unlike his brother. You were supposed to guide him, to help him see better, to love him right and show him the purity of it.Â
He tugged on your hands, an excited smile on his face as he helped you out of the sheets. He found your denim skirt on the floor, holding it out for you and letting you balance on his shoulders as you wobbled into it.Â
âHow about the forest, instead?â
At least there would be fewer people there. He nodded his head, swiping a kiss to your cheek as he mumbled a spell to set the bed off on making itself. âWhatever you want, baby.â
It would surely end badly, something or someone would send him into a spiral. But, until that happened, you wanted to soak up every second of that smile on his face, that you put there so easily. How anyone could think he was bad, when he smiled so sweetly, was beyond you.Â
You brushed your fingers through Mattheoâs curls, and a sleepy rumble emanated from him. He nuzzled in a little closer. The tip of his nose rubbed your sternum and his arms tightened around you. He pressed a lazy kiss to your skin through your tee, melting into you further with the sigh he let go.Â
Youâd spent all day dozing on and off together, lounging in bed, and watching movies. Youâd dragged yourself up at some point to grab a book, an attempt to be productive, but Mattheo had quickly put an end to that as he dragged you back into the sheets. Now, the evening was rolling around, the sun was setting, and the stagnation of the day was beginning to become bothersome.Â
With another huffed-out sigh, Mattheo lifted his head, a frown on his lips as your hand slipped down to his cheek. He was sleep rumpled, a crease across his cheek from where heâd been lying on you, and you rubbed it soothingly.Â
âI could do with some fresh air,â He eventually mumbled, twisting his head to kiss the palm of your hand. âLetâs go for a walk or something.â
Your heart stuttered in your chest. Lately, heâd been getting into all sorts of arguments and fights. Never with you, no, your little disagreements ended with him conceding and kissing you senseless. But, heâd been drawing a lot of extra attention to himself lately, and it wasnât all that positive. You werenât so keen to have another date ruined by his fighting or being dragged off to detention.Â
âMaybe the courtyard?â
âWe could stay here?â You suggested, and he pursed his lips, shaking his head.Â
âNo, I want to go out. You donât have to come, baby. Iâll just go for a smoke break, Iâm sure Theo is knocking around here somewhere.â With that, he hauled himself up from the bed, and you watched him go. Stretching out muscles that hadn't been utilised all day, you bit your lip, tangled up in the sheets still as you watched him fetch a fresh t-shirt and tug it on, before searching for a pair of jeans.Â
You couldn't very well let him go alone, if he did, heâd smoke, and you hated that. But if you did go with him, youâd spend the whole time trying to stop him from riling up the Gryffindors he seemed to be having so many problems with recently.Â
He found a pair, tugging them up his legs and buttoning them at his waist. He was determined to go then, and you rolled over to prop your head up on your arm.Â
âI really canât convince you to stay?â You teased, sneaking a bare leg out from under the covers that led all the way up, and giving him a flash of what else lay underneath. Rolling onto your stomach and letting the sheets fall, his eyes fell straight to the skimpy little bit of lace youâd donned earlier, barely classifying as underwear at all.Â
He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. âIâm gonnaâ need a few more hours before I can go again, pretty girl. No matter how much you tease me with that little thong of yours.â
It was futile, once his mind was set, it was done. âAlright, fine.â You murmured, lips puckering as he leaned over the bed to give you a quick kiss. âIâll come with you.â
âYou will?â His face lit up, and guilt instantly flooded you.Â
It wasnât necessarily his fault. It was just a part of his culture. Heâd been raised on impulsivity and violence and arguments. You knew all about his home life, his childhood and his upbringing. Heâd had a rough time of it, the grizzly truth unveiled to you between late-night kisses and midnights at the tower as he smoked. You were surprised he even possessed the limited emotional functions he did, unlike his brother. You were supposed to guide him, to help him see better, to love him right and show him the purity of it.Â
He tugged on your hands, an excited smile on his face as he helped you out of the sheets. He found your denim skirt on the floor, holding it out for you and letting you balance on his shoulders as you wobbled into it.Â
âHow about the Lake, instead?â
At least there would be fewer people there. He nodded his head, swiping a kiss to your cheek as he mumbled a spell to set the bed off on making itself. âWhatever you want, baby.â
It would surely end badly, something or someone would send him into a spiral. But, until that happened, you wanted to soak up every second of that smile on his face, that you put there so easily. How anyone could think he was bad, when he smiled so sweetly, was beyond you.âBaby, wake up.â The words were mumbled tenderly into your ear, and you groaned a little at the hand gently shaking your shoulder. âCome on, pretty girl, open those eyes.â
âWhat, Matty? Itâs the middle of the night.â
âI know, thatâs why itâs the perfect time!â Excitement tinged his voice, and as you forced your eyelids open, you found him standing at the edge of your bed, wand lit up dimly, and your coat in his hand. âGet up, baby. Weâre going for a walk.â
âNow?â
âYes. You donât think the stars and the moon are romantic? Isnât there just something⊠better about the night?â
Your smile was against your will, sitting up slowly and swinging your feet out of the bed, suppressing a yawn. âYouâre lucky I wore full pyjamas to bed tonight.â
âYou mean I couldâve walked in here to find you naked?â He clasped a hand over his heart, letting out a pained groan. He handed you his wand to hold, before dropping to his knees before you.Â
âNo, you perv! I meant that Iâm wearing full-leg pyjamas, not my shorts!â
He only snickered to himself, while navigating your trainers onto your feet and tying the laces up for you. Once they were secure, he took his wand back, sliding it into his back pocket and clasping your hands in his own. With a kiss on your lips, he wrapped the warm coat over your shoulders. âReady?â
âAs Iâll ever be, Matty.â
He grinned at that, taking your hand, and leading you through the silent halls. Twigs snapped under your feet as you crossed the courtyard together, giggling and shushing each other, and you had to admit that he was right. Both the adrenaline of it all, and the beauty of the scenery, made for the perfect blend of excitement and romance.Â
As you cleared the school building and began to make your way out across the fields, Mattheoâs arm looped around your waist, supporting you through every dip and hole in the grass, never letting you so much as stumble.Â
âNearly there.â He whispered into the cold night air as you approached the quidditch grounds, the different house flags blowing gently in the summer breeze.Â
âNearly where? I thought we were just going for a walk.â
He didnât reply, and only a couple of steps later, the barely concealed voices of several of his friends carried across the pitch towards you both. âMattheo Riddle, I swear to Merlin, if youâve brought me along on one of your ridiculous schemesââ You shrieked, cutting yourself off as one of the Weasleyâs firecrackers shot past your head, between the two of you, and Theodoreâs laughter echoed out, following it.Â
âOi, Nott, watch it. If thatâd hit my girl, the next thing to be hit would be your face on the fuckinâ concrete.â
âRelax, she ducked! No harm, no foul. Right, principessa?â Theo smirked, seeming to appear from the shadows as he sparked his lighter, and brought the flame to the end of his cigarette. Lorenzo was there too, a bag over one shoulder that rattled suspiciously as he came towards the three of you, and your arms crossed protectively over your body.Â
âMatty, what is this?â
âDonât flirt with my girl in Italian.â Mattheo glared at his friend, but it soon melted away as he was handed the cigarette, and Theo tucked his hands into his pockets, appraising you.Â
âThis, bella, is revenge.â
âWhat did I just say about the Italianâ?â
âWhy do you need revenge?â Your words crossed Mattheoâs who only huffed, but remained quiet as he passed the cigarette beyond you to Enzo. Nobody answered, and your boyfriend shuffled from one foot to the other as your narrowed gaze turned on him. âMattheo.â
âThe Gryffindors were talking shot about our upcoming game, and McLaggen and his mates thought itâd be funny to charm all our jerseys pink for practice, so weâre just getting even.â
âWhy do I get the feeling that whatever youâre about to do is far beyond âevenâ? Pink jerseys donât seem equal to⊠whatever youâre doing here. I want no part of it.â You spun on your heel, but didnât get very far, not even a single step, before Mattheo was wrapping an arm around your waist, and pulling you into himself. You jabbed a finger into his chest, putting the full heat of your wrath into your stare, âYou said we were going for a walk!â
âWe are! We did. Look, this is gonnaâ be fun, youâll see. I know how much that one Gryffindor chick has been pissing you off lately. I'm getting revenge for you too, here!â He cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your lips, before planting a kiss there. âIâm avenging you, baby.â
He took your hand, pulling you along behind him with the kind of infectious excitement that made you smile, even when you didnât want to. Sitting down on one of the benches, you watched with an amused smile at the way he and his friends whispered conspiratorially amongst themselves as they thought through just what they might do.Â
That innocent adoration you had didnât last long.
Youâd been expecting a few stink bombs in lockers and foul-smelling potions tipped into the shower drains that would stink for weeks. Maybe even a hex or two for inconvenience. A shriek burst past your lips as another of Theodoreâs rockets shot past your head, screeching as it went and your hands clasped over your ears.Â
He was letting them off, inside. Glitter exploded everywhere, the few flaming pieces of ash sprinkling down eroded holes in the towels and jerseys hanging on hooks around the locker room. Glass shattered somewhere, and Theo all but howled with laughter as the rocket shot off into the night sky to fizzle out with a colourful bang.
Enzo was spray-painting something on the walls in the shower room, following his rude and physically impossible message spray-painted on the inside of the door that he was still snickering to himself about.Â
Mattheo was systematically unlocking all of the cupboards, and placing a different bad-luck hex on every single piece of equipment. After leaving a sporadic spiral-dive hex on one of the brooms and putting it back, youâd had enough.Â
Sweeping your hair out of your eyes, you stood, making your way over to his side. âMattyâŠâ
âYeah, baby?â He was distracted as he mumbled his response, careful wand-work as he charmed one of the beaterâs bats to flop like wet spaghetti every time they tried to hit something.Â
âMattheo.â
At your tone, and the use of his full name, he looked up. He took in the nervous expression on your face, the sad and pouty frown on your lips, and sighed. âWhatâs the matter?â
âDonât you think this is a bit much?â
âThey were talking shit about us!â
âYou're risking really hurting someone, though!â You gestured around, from his handiwork to the broken window and glass fragments on the floor. âYouâre actually damaging school property!â
âA few spells will have it cleaned up in no time. Donât be dramatic.â
You gaped at him for a second, before walking away, turning your back to him and plopping down back onto the bench with a huff. Behind you, you heard him kick something, swearing under his breath, before he stepped back into your sight. When you didnât look up at him, he dropped down to his knees, forcing himself into your line of vision.Â
He has his puppy dog eyes on, and pressed a kiss to each of your hands as he took them in his own. âI didnât mean it like that, pretty girl. I just meant⊠you donât get it. This is what we do. Youâre just too sweet for this, you wouldn't hurt a fly. But this could be so much worse, itâs all a bit of fun, just trust me, yeah? Iâm getting them back, for me, and for you.â
âBut itâs a lot. And I never asked you to get even for me.â You whispered, and he nodded.Â
âYou donât have to ask. I protect you, thatâs what I do. Itâs you and me, baby. For life.â You softened a little at that, and he noticed, his smile growing again as he knelt up, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. âI wonât do anymore, howâs that? Iâll round up the boys, and weâll get out ofââ
Just then, voices flickered through the room. The angry, panicked shouting of at least six different people, rapidly got louder as they neared the space you occupied. Enzo clambered up onto one of the window ledges, and peered out of the broken glass. âOh, shit. They know. âLeast ten Lions, coming this way. And fast. Fucking go!â
The first spell bounced through the open glass, sending shards flying as it caught the last of the jagged spikes still on the frame, just as Enzo ducked out of the way. Theo scrabbled past, and out of the back door, Enzo quickly following, and you jumped to your feet as Mattheo did.Â
Another spell burst through, bouncing on the locked door, and the muffled voices of your accomplices felt a million miles away as fear struck through your body. The door rattled again, the lock creaking as the half-arsed spell theyâd sealed it with threatened to give way. The pounding of your heart in your chest was deafening, roaring in your earsâ
Then, a hand clamped down on yours, pulling you along. âBaby girl, letâs go! Come on, what are you doing?â
Mattheo tugged on your hand, like a splash of cold water the jolt he made snapped you to your senses. You stumbled after him, staring at his bouncing curls and the flush of his cheeks as he looked at you, guiding you out of the backdoor and into the night. Stumbling down the hill, the two of you ran so fast you almost fell several times, angry shouts following you out into the night as flashes and flickers of bright spells whizzed past you constantly.Â
You let Mattheo guide you, running until your lungs burned and your chest ached from your pounding heart, but youâd lost them. Youâd lost Theo and Enzo, too. Silence shrouded you both as you finally came to a stop, only the lapping water at the shore of the lake and both of your soft pants to break the heavy quiet.
He turned to you, one hand lifting to tuck some hair behind your ear, and you glared at him as he leaned in to kiss one of your no-doubt flushed cheeks.Â
âYou are so beautiful.â He whispered, knuckles still tracing up and down your jaw as he stared at you under the moonlight.Â
âIâm so mad at you for that. I hate running, and panicking, and vandalising. All the things I hate, you just wrapped âem up in one.â
He smiled something wicked, and leaned in, to bump his nose with your own. âYou love me, though.â
âDebatable, right now.â Your scoff was lost as he pressed soft kisses to your lips, coaxing you into remembering just how much you loved him. You were ashamed to say that it worked, as you parted your mouth a little more to reciprocate.Â
You felt his smile pressed to your mouth as he did, that hand on your cheek smoothing out, fingers in your hair as he cupped your head, and angled your face for a deeper kiss.Â
You were once again both panting by the time he pulled away, satisfied and smitten.Â
âCome on, my angry girl. Letâs go for that walk now, yeah? Just me and you for a stroll around the lake.â
You winced as another cracking sounded out, the echo of Mattheoâs fist against the cocky Ravenclawâs jaw had your stomach rolling. A boy youâd never much cared about. He was entitled and arrogant, and tended to run his mouth a little too much. He thought he was the best thing to grace the halls of Hogwarts, and a blessing to womankind, and youâd caught his eyes on you a couple of times.Â
Of course, youâd never mentioned as much to Mattheo, in hopes of sparing him this exact situation. Mattheo didnât take kindly to lingering gazes, and he didnât tolerate leering ones at all. He was protective, overprotective, and he was a little bit crazy. He was also in love, and in his opinion, the cat-call the Ravenclaw had given to you and the choice words heâd accompanied it had crossed a line.
And they said Ravenclaws were the smart ones.
So, Mattheo hadn't hesitated. Heâd dropped your hand, curled it into a fist, and swung on the boy before heâd even finished smirking at your shocked look.Â
Now, you were sighing, as he took the Ravenclaw down to the ground, uncaring of the blow to his shoulder as the two rolled over the stone floors. Scuffling and throwing blows, a crowd formed around them, jostling you endlessly from side to side. He was winning, as always, beating the poor boy into the same blue as his house banners, and no amount of pleading on your behalf to just drop it was going to stop him now.Â
You shouldâve been halfway to Hogsmeade by now. Youâd never make your reservation, and youâd gotten yourself all dressed up for nothing. Hours wasted on hair and make-up and picking out the perfect outfit for this date, all for Mattheoâs impulsive temper and one gross creep to ruin it.
The two continued to brawl, fists slamming, feet kicking, and blood splattering as the crowd cheered and shouted so loud it was deafening. Youâd learnt it the hard way a long time ago that you couldn't do anything to stop him now, not when he got into this state, without risking getting hurt yourself. All you could do was wait, and hope.
Finally, the Gryffindor prefect stepped in. He was a sturdy man, broad-shouldered and thick-muscled, as was his friend, as the two grabbed for one of Mattheoâs arms each, pulling him off and to his feet. Blood streamed from his nose, and he grinned, pink tainting his teeth before he spat at the boy curling up on the floor.Â
âYou be fucking glad they stopped me, because I wouldn't have!âÂ
âFor fuckâs sakeâŠâ You muttered, the heat of embarrassment crawling up your cheeks as several gazes fell on you. Elbowing his way through the crowd was an equally red Professor Slughorn, but his flush was from anger.Â
âRiddle! Of course, itâs a Riddle. You can take yourself to detention.â
A whine slipped free from your throat as you crossed your arms over your chest. Mattheo attempted to shake off the two prefects, wiping his nose with his sleeve and wincing at the feeling. He shrugged, âI canât tonight, professor. I have plans.â
âI donât care! Detention, now!âÂ
Stepping over the Ravenclaw still whimpering at your feet, Mattheo smiled what you assumed was supposed to be a seductive grin at you as you neared him. With the split of his lip, the stain of dried blood on his face, and the splotchy swelling along his nose and jaw, it didnât quite hit the mark anymore. You were too angry to fall for it.Â
âSo youâre bailing on our date, again?â Your lip wobbled, arms crossed your chest as you tried to glare at him, but the stinging in your throat betrayed you as your voice cracked.Â
âDonât cry, baby, you did your make-up so nice. Iâll make it up to you, I swear.â He leaned in, lowering his voice in an attempt for intimacy, despite the Gryffindors tugging on his arms. âI love you.â
You sighed, but released your anger, cupping his face softly so as not to aggravate the painful patches further. âI love you too.â
His lips barely brushed your own before Slughorn was grabbing him by his collar, and yanking him away through the crowds towards detention. Once he was gone, the cowering boy on the floor dragged himself to his feet, his friends hauling him away, and he made the wise decision not to even glance in your direction.Â
Even as the crowd parted and you made your way back to your dorm, the lingering feeling of anger petered out to immense disappointment.Â
Your reflection was frowning as you stared at yourself in the mirror, pretty outfit and stunning makeup, all going to waste while your boyfriend rotted the night away in detention.Â
Detention.Â
The same place where your relationship had started, and a ridiculous idea began to root itself in your mind. Tipping out the contents of your school bag, your books and quills scattered across the bedding, and you repacked it with what youâd need instead.Â
With a fresh spritz of perfume and a new swipe of lipgloss, you left your dorm, heels clicking against the stone as you hurried yourself along on your mission. The doors were spelled against sneaking out of detention, but sneaking in was surely a different case.Â
Your suspicions were confirmed as you pushed the door open, the loud creak echoing through the room, but you were granted entry as you stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind you, and yet, Flitwick didnât so much as flinch from where he was snoozing atop the desk at the front of the classroom. Mattheo watched with widening eyes and tissues pressed to his nose as you walked through the aisles and took a seat beside him at the desk heâd claimed as his own.Â
âWhatâre you doinâ here, baby?â
You scoffed at his muffled voice, swinging your bag off your shoulder and onto the desk, before sitting down. Taking his hands in your own, you pulled them back, inspecting the damage heâd made to his pretty face. âItâs date night. I wasnât going to let you sit in here all alone, when I put effort into looking this good.â
Your whispered words made him grin, and you took the tissues from his hands, dabbling softly at the last of the blood. When it was gone, you rifled through your bag instead, producing a small vial of swirling purple liquid. Upon seeing it, he groaned. âOh, no, I hate those. They taste gross and musty.â
âMaybe if you hadn't done this to yourself, you wouldn't have to take it.â You uncapped the vial, and as the smell drifted to him, he gagged. You raised it to his lips, and he offered a sullen look but parted them for you to tip it into his mouth. Swallowing it came with a grimace, and you wiped your thumb over his lips to get rid of the sticky residue it left. Within seconds, the swelling on his jaw was going down, the cut on his nose was healing over, and the nasty bruising under his eyes was fading away. âThatâs better. My pretty boy is back.â
He blushed at that but offered a cheeky grin, and leaned in to kiss you sweetly. Before his lips could meet yours, you swerved, and he grunted unhappily as his mouth landed on your cheek instead.Â
âYouâre not kissing me while you still taste like that gross potion.â
âTypical.â He mumbled, but left a few more peppered kisses along your jaw. You worked as he did, laying out the various snacks youâd brought with you along the table, and as he caught sight of the chocolate frog, an excited gasp slipped free. He snatched the frog up quickly, tearing off the foil wrapper and snapping off a leg.Â
He lifted it to your lips, always offering you the first bite, and you let him feed it to you while he watched on. Happy youâd taken it, he snapped off another, dropping the chunk into his mouth and chewing happily.Â
âGod, I love you so fucking much,â He sighed as he finished eating, finally leaning in to claim this kiss he had been denied earlier. âIâm gonnaâ marry you someday.â
âYeah, and youâll probably get yourself arrested on the big day.â Your voice was bitter but your smile was the same as whenever he talked of his plans or your joint future. He knew you were bluffing too, closing the gap between you both once again, and nipping gently on your bottom lip.Â
âI always come back to you though, baby.â
That made you kiss him properly because you had no retort to offer. It was true, he always found his way back to you. He was crazy, reckless, and impulsive, but he was in love with you, and he didnât care to hide it.Â
Not from the others in the detention room, not from the people in the halls, not from anyone on this earth. It was the two of you together, heâd never leave you behind or let you down, and you could trust him in that.Â
So, maybe he did prove âem right. But he also proved you right. Mattheo Riddle was so much more than they all said he was. He was loyal and loving, and he was yours.
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New City, New Life
5k celebration âChoose your own adventureâ story
Minotaur x fem!readerâfingering, exhibitionism, rough sex, marking, light spanking, light throat squeezing
Pt1 Pt2
You were stuck blindly walking around your new office building. Not realizing when you made the decision to look for your Minotaur Boss that you have no idea where his office is. Plus, it didnât help that you could barely stand on your own two feet or that your head was still a big foggy and clouded over with undeniable lust.
The promise of your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor ringing in your ears. Heâd take you next time. And boy, you couldnât wait for the day. Maybe heâd bring his friends again. The idea of trying out all those different cocks that had cum all over your body only minutes ago has you only growing dizzier. Fuck, who are these people youâve been meeting? No one usually acts like this, do they?
As you walk into an open office area, you grow more and more confused. So many doors. So many places your bossâ office could be. You whirl around to ask for help, but end up tripping over your own feet in the process. A small helpless yelp leaves you as you go tumbling.
But just as quickly as you were about to accept your face and make a total ass of yourself in front of your new coworkers, a pair of strapping arms curl around your plush waist, stopping you from falling. Those same arms pull you in, snapping your hips against theirs. A weak moan falls past your lips and you pathetically melt into the stranger.
You couldnât help it as their delicious scent washes over you. Oh, you could just burrow into it. Itâs then you realize your eyes had closed from the impending fall. They flutter open and immediately look up to greet your savior. You wanted to thank him, but fuck, his sheer beauty just blew you away. You had never seen a more gorgeous Bunny Hybrid in your life and you were briefly distracted in your quest for your boss.
âHey beautiful, no need to throw yourself at me. Couldâve just taken me right here,â the Bunny Hybrid Secretary said smoothly, his lips pulled into a panty-dropping smirk.
âHuh?â
âIâm the Minotaur Bossâ secretary and he prefers it if I do all my work here. He likes to watch,â the Bunny Hybrid purrs. He tugs you around, pinning your back against his desk.
A small squeak leaves you and your mind immediately falls into the dirtiest depths. His words conjuring so many naughty images in your head that youâre positive he didnât mean to allude to. Yet your vision blurs with lust anyway. There must be something in the air of this city, you swear youâre not always like this.
Then the rest of his words begin to register and you try to blink the fog from your mind.
âT-the boss, thatâs it! Do you know where his office is? I need himâ need to see him immediately,â you say desperately, hands flying to the secretaryâs hips. His smirk widens at your touch and he leans more into you.
âOh, so you like it hard and rough, huh? You must be really needy if youâre willing to see him. You only go in there if youâve been really bad⊠or really good. But I can take care of you, baby. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
âPlease, I really need his help,â you beg shamelessly. His eyes flash with interest and for a moment you think heâs about to ignore your request all together and keep you pressed against him.
But then his bottom lips juts out into a pout and he releases you. Even going so far as to dramatically turn his back to you and cross his arms. Acting as if all his interest is suddenly gone. Though a quick glance down reveals otherwise.
âFine, you donât want me? Then have him! Heâs right over there and heâs inside. Good luck,â he huffs and points just across from where the desk sits.
You glance back once more at the Bunny Hybrid Secretary. The urge to go back and show him just how badly you do want him tugs at your chest. But no, this is your job. This is your place of work and today is supposed to be your first day. Definitely not the time. You didnât think it was anyway.
What you really needed was to find the headhunter who got you hired and finally get to work. In his previous emails he had always mentioned needing to see how well you performed for him. Whatever that meant. But getting in touch with your new boss had to be the best way to find him.
Just as youâre about to knock on his office door you hear a gruff âget in here!â The sound has you jumping in your bones. But your body starts to tingle at the demanding tone of his voice. You brace yourself while opening the door and you know you made the right choice as you walk in. You silently curse under your breath. Why the hell is everyone so damn hot in this city?
Your Minotaur Boss sits behind his desk, his features drawn down into a stern expression. His imposing form appearing almost big as the desk and it has your panties flooding with arousal. His tight suit hugs his raging muscles so deliciously. But what really catches your eye is the silver ring hanging from his snort. A perfect combination of man and beast and it has you weak in the knees.
âHello, sir, Iâmââ
âI know who you are. Youâre the new hire,â Minotaur boss says, slowly standing up in a way that has you ready to get down on your knees.
He walks around his desk, beginning to lightly pace as if surveying his prey. His hot amber eyes searing into yours.
âOnly your first day and already causing such a disruption in my office.â
âIâm sorry, itâs just been such a hectic morning,â you try and excuse, not recognizing the shakiness or huskiness of your own voice. But Minotaur Boss sure does. He turns to face you, growing impossibly taller as he closes in.
The furious heat, the need, rises up within you once again and a whimper slips past your lips. The tension within the office is stifling and you swear youâre about ten seconds from either jumping his bones or dashing out the door. Given youâre sure you canât do either, you opt for glancing down at your feet. But Minotaur Boss hooks a hoofed finger under your chin and forces you to meet his gaze.
âAnd you donât think weâve all had the same morning you did? Yet we come here and appear professional and put together.â
While you donât think everyone in the office has had quite the same morning as you, you get his point. Kind of. You try and pay attention to what heâs saying but all you can focus on is the fact that his face is so close that his small huffs of breath fan your face. His lips so very close to your own. You start to revise the idea of jumping his bones.
âYes, sir,â you reply slowly, your speech a bit slurred as you feel drunk off his vicinity. His sheer dominating presence washing over you and begging you to submit.
Minotaur Boss smirks as if he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. Itâs like heâs almost doing it on purpose. But no, that canât be. He couldnât want you as much as you find yourself desperately wanting him. You two just met. That would be too soon for anyone else.
âNow I think you need to learn your lesson about what happens to naughty little whores like you when they act up here,â Minotaur Boss snaps, his rough voice tickling your senses and turning you on more than imaginable.
Your eyes widen at him but before you can even respond heâs flipping you around and pressing you into the glass wall of his office. You gasp as youâre immediately met with a view of the entire office. You can see them as much as they can see you right now.
Minotaur Boss yanks down your clothes, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air. You shiver against the glass. White hot shame bubbles up in your belly as you look out into the office. Some of the workers watch on, others give passing glances, and even Bunny Hybrid Secretary mouths âI told you so.â But none of them look surprised. Like this is a normal occurrence for them. For some reason that only has your thighs growing more slick with arousal.
You jump as your bossâ thick hoofed fingers glide through your pussy, spreading you wide and catching every little bit of slick thatâs gathered. He chuckles darkly and removes fingers, only to moan a second later. The clear sounds of slurping reach your ears and you know heâs tasting you on his fingers. You wanna see that so badly yet youâre frozen against the glass, not wanting to move without his permission.
He hums happily at your obedience and his fingers quickly return to your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in tight circles. You feel his frame hover over yours and you immediately melt into his embrace. His free hand holds your hip, giving you silent permission to use his strength and get absolutely weak for him. As you sink against him his fingers sink right into your tight heat. A long mewl leaves you at the stretch from his fingers alone. He doesnât hesitate to start pumping his fingers inside you, curling them at just the right moment to get your hips jerking and meeting his thrusts. A soft rumble moves through your bosses chest.
âI can tell your pussyâs been used well here, so willing to let me in. This cityâs been treating you good, hunny.â
You moan weakly, eyes squeezing shut. The way he so bluntly calls you out has you clenching around his fingers. He growls under his breath and picks up his pace, hand snapping into your sopping cunt with brute force. Fingers curling and scissoring you open wide for him. You cry out, body writhing against him. How this man knows your every weak point is beyond you. He hits every sweet spot along your gummy walls he can find and your orgasm builds quickly.
Looking out into the office again you see more people stopping their work to watch you. You canât help but hide away into the warm chest of your Minotaur Boss. A carful of people was one thing but an entire office felt a bit more daunting. But the way your boss didnât even seem to care turned you on more than you realized. You quickly find yourself on the edge. Feeling your pussy spasm against his fingers, your boss quickly slips his fingers out.
Before you can let out a single complaint, your boss is stuffing his slick covered fingers deep in your open mouth, silencing you. You let out a noise of surprise but listen to him and focus on cleaning his fingers of you instead of talking. His hand on your hip leaves and you hear the soft clanging of a belt unbuckle. Sparks shoot down your spine and straight to your throbbing core.
When Minotaur Boss pushes his thick cock head through your wet folds youâre already pushing back. A playful shriek leaves you as his tip nudges at your entrance. Your bossâ hands both move to rest on your hips and he teases you, pushing his tip in little by little. You instinctively clench around him, trying to suck him in. He clicks his tongue at you
âWhat a naughty pussy you got here, hun. Think Iâm gonna have to teach it some fucking manners,â he says and slams his entire length inside of you in one solid stroke.
Your back arches unnaturally, jaw dropping in a silent scream. But you donât even get a second to process the sensations coursing through you as his hips snap back, starting at a brutal pace. Your hands shoot out to brace yourself against the glass but your boss instantly snatches your hands and holds them behind your back. He smushes you against the glass, your body wetly smacking against it with each brush.
âOooohâ nnghâ god! Oh god! Fuck,â you wail, eyes rolling back into your head as he sends your body buzzing.
Minotaur Boss laughs wickedly and you moan again, loving how he uses you. Ready to open your mouth and release more obscenities, your boss shuts that down with a firm smack on your ass and you merely help in response. He smacks your ass again.
âLouder! I wanna fucking hear you, hunny! Gotta welcome everyone in the building with your sweet sweet moans,â he growls, picking up pace, his cock slamming inside you.
Every deep snap of his hips nudges against your cervix and has your eyes crossing. You weakly try and move back against his thrusts but he keeps you pinned against the glass wall of his office. Forcing you to show off every inch of what heâs doing to you to the whole room. And you donât dare wait a moment before listening to his demands. Your moans echoing off the walls and grating against your ears till youâre sure the whole building can hear you. Every smack of his hand on your ass has you growing even louder.
âH-how can this be so bad but so good? The boss fucking a subordinate. The entire office watching and touching themselves. How does no one get in trouble?â You shout in ecstasy, your eyes flickering to your coworkers whoâve started touching themselves. Some even moving to fuck each other too. Your boss nuzzles into your neck, lapping up your sweat.
âOne of the benefits of living in a free use city, baby,â your boss says with another taunting laugh that has your toes curling. But you have no clue what heâs talking about. Itâs hard to focus with his cock hammering itself inside your sopping cunt.
âA what?â
âFree use city. Means I can take you whenever and wherever I want. And you can do the same to me or anyone,â Minotaur Boss growls his weak explanation. But itâs hard for him too with your pussy clenching and fluttering around his girth.
Even with the brief explanation your mind spins. Not understanding what the hell is going on. You moved into a free use city? How was that not on any of the brochures the headhunter had given you. He just sent you into this place completely blind.
âBut I didnâtâŠâ
Minotaur Boss catches your expression. One of his hands curl around your throat and tilts you back. Your spine arches with it and you moan weakly as your boss slides into your cunt at a new angle, his cock brushing along your sweet spot with each jerk of his hips.
âYou saying you didnât know?â
All you can you is faintly shake your head, your eyes lost in a haze of confusion and lust. Your cunt once again spasms around his girth and he knows youâre getting close again. His own expression shifts, eyes twinkling with mischief as his hand squeezes around your throat.
âWell what a treat for you, eh? Now prove to me how much you belong here and cum all nice and pretty on my cock.â
As if your body was waiting for his command, your belly tightens and the cord snaps as you start coming on his cock. Your juices spraying all over the glass wall as your body thrashes in his hold. Minotaur Boss, as always, maintains a solid grip on you. Fucking up into you through your orgasm until he follows soon after and cums deep inside you, shooting buckets of his hot semen in your belly.
Minotaur Boss works with an efficiency fit for a boss as he slips out of you and gets to work cleaning you up. All you can do is pant heavily against the glass, your mind still whirling from the revelation. Everything that had happened to you since yesterday suddenly making a lot more sense.
But none of the information you had about this place mentioned it being a free use city. Should you have done your own research? You guess so. But the truth about this place shouldnât have been hidden either. This was all because of your headhunter⊠and you were finally gonna get answers. You struggle to push off the glass and turn to your boss, once again fully clothed.
âWhereâ where can I find the headhunter who hired me? I need⊠to seeâ to talk to him immediately,â you stammer over your words, still trying to pick yourself back up again.
Minotaur boss settles back in his desk chair, leaning back and looking more than satisfied. But amusement quickly joins in as it dances in his eyes. Clearly finding your situation hilarious. He points down the room and you follow the line of it to a door marked âConference room D.â
âIn the conference room but, uh, he might be a little busy at the momentâŠâ
With your destination in sight strength pours back into you. Your legs stop shaking and you stand up a little bit taller. Maybe itâs all the anger flowing through you but you let it propel you forward. Readying to give your headhunter a piece of your mind. And maybe a piece of something else tooâŠ
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GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON
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€âą ËËË Kinktober day eleven.
Coming In His Pants (613 words)
summary: You and Lando get worked up a little too fast, and he simply can't contain it.
warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, dry humping.
Your makeout sessions with your boyfriend were very common; they happened whenever you found a little bit of free time and there was nothing better to do.Â
Your relationship with Lando was quite new, and you havenât taken that step yet, but these little moments of weakness started happening more often, and you both noticed it going further and further each time, but you always stopped before it was too late.
There wasnât a particular reason why you have been waiting to have sex. A part of it was him trying to make your first time with each other special instead of just going at it because you are both horny, but with him having a busy life because of his work, you hadnât had a chance to.
Except this time, you had no intention to stop. After literally rushing back to his hotel room when he couldnât keep his hands to himself, it quickly escalated to something more. The room was getting hot as you had your knees on each side of him, his hands keeping your hips as close to him as possible.
You could feel him growing under you, and at the same time, your own underwear was getting damp. This wasnât something new; you have been in that situation before, and usually this was your cue to stop everything and try to calm yourselves down with whatever you could think of, but right now, you couldnât care about anything else. Slowly, you started to rock your hips against him, earning soft moans from your boyfriend.
It gradually became really desperate dry humping, and even Lando was guiding your hips to make you go down on him harder and faster. The thick fabric of his jeans made the sensation for your throbbing clit even better, and the thought of you leaving a wet spot on them drove Lando crazy.
However, he didnât expect to feel himself getting close to his release. He wanted it, and he needed it, but he didnât want his first time cumming in front of his girlfriend to be in his pants.
âStop stop stop stop.â Lando whimpered in a desperate tone, holding your hips to make your movements stop, but it was too late.Â
You stopped kissing his neck and worryingly looked at him, but that feeling quickly faded away as soon as you noticed his blissed expression. You immediately stopped moving when he asked you to, but he couldnât stop his own hips as he involuntarily thrusted up at you. A loud and shaky whimper echoed through the room as he spilled his seed in his pants, staining his clothes and yours, and soon after that, he finally stopped moving.Â
Lando was hiding his face on your neck while he tried to steady his breathing. He was shaking his head as he felt embarrassment overtake him, his pretty face red from his orgasm and shame from what he just did. âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry,â he whispered.
The way that turned you on even more was insane; you could feel your shorts becoming sticky with his cum and double as much damp with your own juices, making you even more needy than you already were. You had been imagining what his face looked like when he was orgasming, and now that you finally got to see it, you needed to see it again, but this time, it had to be inside you.Â
âWhy are you apologising?â You took his face to force him to look at you. âDonât,â you breathed before leaning in for another kiss. âI liked the sound of that. Now, why donât you do that again, but this time inside me?â
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Three Times is Perfect
Male Reader x Haerin x Minji
Tags: 7k, first time, creampie, oral, threesome, tw
The story is not ours; we are simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.
âAre you ready for me? I hope youâre saving up for when I see you tomorrow đâ
Minji attached a video. It was taken right before we were going to be separated for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest to her perky tits that were crowned by stiff nipples. The video kept going down, showing her taut, flat stomach and the perfectly smooth shaved pussy.
Further down, I could see her pussy lips welcoming my cock over and over again accompanied by a wet sound.
Behind the camera, I could hear myself saying in a low, gruff voice, âFuck, Minji, Iâm about to cum.â
âJust cum inside me,â Minji moaned. âCum in me...â
The video shows me bottoming her out as far as possible, before emptying a weekâs worth of cum into her pussy. Minji moaned off-camera as I pulled my cock from her grasping pussy, allowing the cum to spill out of her, itâs overflowing. I paused the video.
âCome on,â I typed back.
âThat is not fair. Youâre making it difficult for me to stick to our agreement.â
I must admit that quitting masturbation for weeks was more difficult than I expected. But the girlfriend was going to be out of town for that whole time, and Iâd agreed to save it for her. Knowing the pent up passion will make my first time fucking her in weeks even better.
Our junior year of college ended three weeks ago, so our entire group of friends decided to take a vacation at Yejunâs familyâs home in Jeju before starting our summer jobs, and Minji needed to visit family, so she was only coming for the last leg of the trip.
âOnly 16 more hours,â Minji texted back. âI get in late tonight.â
âWake me up when you do,â I replied.
âIâve got a few ideas.â She attached another picture, this time of herself with two fingers buried inside her wet pussy.
âToo much teasing and itâs only 9 a.m. - Iâm blocking youâ I joked, before hearing a knock at the door.
âOne sec.â I called out, before texting Minji: âHave to go, big day of hiking ahead.â I put my phone down, then yelled to the door âCome in!â
Haerin stepped through the door, looking alert and chipper in athletic attire. She took in the room, frowning.
âWeâve only been here one night and your room already look like garbage dump.â
Kang Haerin. My childhood friend grew up two houses from me. We both went to the same college, which was several states away from our hometown, and we remained good friends. However, I canât say no one asked about me and Haerin, since weâre really that close.
She was undeniably beautiful. I wonder how she can be her while Iâm just⊠me? God really has a favorite.
Though many of our friends say that Haerin has a cat-like personality. Thatâs right, âa catâ as in small domestic animals covered with fur. See, I'm not sure where they got that idea.
Watching her grew into a stunning, willowy woman with a shapely ass and breasts that were on the smaller side but perfectly fit her short frame. I knew she was beautiful, but our relationship was never particularly romantic, which suited us perfectly. We worked too well as friends to risk anything. Besides, she had been the one to introduce me to Minji, and Haerin was dating Yejun.
âYou know how I feel about putting clothes in drawers while on vacation. Besides, you donât have to share my room,â I said.
I stealthily tucked my erection into my waistband and stood up, brushing past her to grab one of the shirts from the ground to put it on.
âYouâre horrible,â Haerin said with a laugh. âAnyway, I was just coming to rouse you for breakfast. Everyone else is done eating.â
âShould I pack a hat?â
âI donât know. Yejun said there was a chance of rain. Can I check the weather from your phone?â
âSure.â
Haerin picked up my phone, then let out a yelp and dropped it. She blushed furiously âWaaaa, Sorry, Sorry!â
âWhat?â I crossed to the bed and picked up my phone. Minji had texted one last picture, this one a closeup of us having sex. The caption read: âDonât tire yourself out too much.â Haerin had picked up my phone only to get an eyeful of my cock stretching out her friendâs pussy.
âSorry, I didnât realize that would be up on my phone,â I said, embarrassed. âMinjiâs been... sending me stuff in preparation for her arrival tonight.â
âOh, yeah- no, I get it.â Haerin blushed even deeper, then paused. âI- I only looked for a second, so I barely saw anything.â
âNo, of course.â I said.
She looked more flustered than I had seen her in a long time. Neither of us knew what to say.
âI- Iâll just check the weather on my phone,â Haerin said, rushing out of my room.
Given that she was dating Yejun, I assumed she had overcome her embarrassment and shame about sex, but she was still fairly innocent. However, she had just been surprised with a close-up photo of her two friends having sex, so who wouldnât be embarrassed?
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Despite the late start, a few cups of black coffee jolted me awake for the hike. Our other friends were experienced hikers who were glad to drag us along at their rapid pace, up trails with pine needles that covered treacherous rocks and roots. I spent the majority of the hike watching where I put my foot, expecting to twist my ankle at any second. When I did hike without my eyes glued to the ground, I found them drawn up perfect, toned, slender legs to Haerinâs ass in her tight athletic shorts. She was walking ahead of me, holding hands with Yejun.
I shake my head. Clearly, a combination of Minjiâs teasing and the sexual frustration of the last few weeks had transformed me into a dog, slobbering over anything with the slightest female form.
We stopped for water at a clearing that looked out over the miles of trees below us. As I drank from my water bottle, Yejun pulled me aside.
âCan I ask you something? Itâs about Haerin.â
âWhatâs up?â I thought Haerin had told him about the picture sheâd seen of Minji and me and I was ready to apologize.
âHaerin and I have been dating for like eight months now, and...â he paused, a little awkward. âI know this is weird, since you guys have been friends forever, but Iâm just gonna say it: I kinda thought weâd be doing more, sexually, by now. All weâve done is dry humping, nothing below the clothes.â
Hearing that was surprising, but not completely unexpected. I donât know how that made me feel. Part of me was bummed for my friends that they were missing out on all the great things sex had to offer, but another part of me, one I didnât realize was there, felt a flash of... something. Not surprise, but maybe lust. I tried to kept my face straight as he went on.
âSheâs said sheâs waiting to actually have sex, which I totally understand, but do you think sheâd want to do anything more than just make out and dry hump? Not just for me. Iâd like to make her... finish, you know.â
âI havenât talked with her about it, itâs not the sort of thing we discuss.â I said, truthfully.
âDo you know if sheâs ever gone further than that with her previous boyfriends?â He asked.
âWhat previous boyfriends?â
Haerin had never dated anyone seriously before Yejun. Hell, the only reason I knew she was straight in high school was that sheâd talk about having crushes on boys, but when Iâd tell her to do something, sheâd refuse.
âIf I were you, Iâd just let her lead the way. She does what she wants, but not before sheâs ready.â I added.
On the way back down the mountain I watched Haerin with more curiosity. It certainly explained her reaction to the picture - she was totally inexperienced, so maybe it was more disgust at what she had seen. I felt bad for just leaving my phone open. I knew her well enough to know her reaction wouldnât be one of judgment, but it had to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to apologize when I got the chance.
By the end of the hike, we were all soaked in sweat. Haerin pulled up her shirt to mop her flushed face, I could make out the tender curve of her breasts beneath her sports bra⊠I felt another pang somewhere in my stomachâŠsurprisingly hard nipples. When she lowered the shirt she was looking right at me. I looked away, a little too late.
Damn, I thought, cursing the fact that Minji wouldnât return for another eight or nine hours. I just needed to stop myself from getting horny for long enough not to do something stupid.
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âWell, Iâm gonna head to bed,â Yejun said, getting up. It was late at night and weâd put on a movie after the night of drinking had wound down. Just about everybody had drifted off from the movie and gone to sleep, save for me, Yejun, and Haerin, whoâd seen it through to the end. We were all tired, dressed for bed.
âIâll be right there,â Haerin said, as Yejun wandered off groggily. Then she turned to me, a small smile on her lips. âT minus two hours until Minji gets here. Are you excited?â
âOf course. I miss her a lot.â
âI mean, are you... excited?â Haerin said, gesturing down at my crotch.
âHahaha,â I said sarcastically.
Haerin sat in a comfortable recliner across from me, her legs crossed under her. Without realizing it, my eyes drifted down her pajama-clad form and I saw with a start that she wasnât wearing panties under her loose pajama shorts. I could make out a small dark bush and the tight cleft at the top of what seemed to be her beautiful innie pussy. Of course she wasnât shaven, I thought, my cock beginning to thicken. Sheâd never even had sex.
âI guess she hasnât been too far away, considering all those pictures,â Haerin said.
She shifted on the chair. I got an even better view of her small bush, and through it, her neat pussy lips.
âYeah. Iâm sorry about that. You shouldnât have to see that.â I tore my eyes away from the faint glimpse of her pussy.
âNo, I liked it,â Haerin said. âThe wifiâs terrible out here, so my porn has been taking forever to load. Easier to just get it off from the two of you.â
âThereâs plenty more where that came from,â I joked.
âIs there?â
I looked at her, trying to decide whether she was bluffing. Weâd both had a lot to drink, but the several hours of the movie had sobered us up. She didnât usually speak this brazenly.
âYeah. Videos, too.â
Haerinâs face was now as flushed as mine, is sheâs serious?
âCan I see it?â
âShould I airdrop them?â
Haerin stood up and walked across the room to mine. My heart started to beat fast. I couldnât stand up, because I was so hard.
âShow me.â
I opened my phone, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I pulled up the picture sheâd seen, the close-up of Minjiâs pussy with my bare cock drilling into it.
âReally?â I asked.
Haerin nodded. She leaned down, and I caught the soft curve of her small breast down her sleep shirt. I hesitated, then thought, Fuck it. I turned the phone to her.
âIâve already seen this one,â she whispered, sending a shiver up my spine. This was bad. I was too horny. I should lock my phone and get out of here. I swiped to the next one -- the video of me and Minji, paused with the cum trickling out of her pussy, her tits and face in the shot.
âWhere are you?â
I rewound the video. The only sound in the room was the slick squishing noise of me and Minji fucking, then her moaning. Haerinâs mouth was half-open as she watched.
âFuck, Minji, Iâm about to cum.â At that, I quickly paused the video, returning to my senses. This was too much. Too personal. Minji wouldnât want me showing intimate videos of us to one of our best friends. And did I really want Haerin to see my dick? I was more drunk than I thought. And so was she, if she allowed it.
âSorry,â I mumbled. âI shouldnât show you that.â
âNo, itâs okay,â Haerin muttered. âItâs⊠hot. I have a thing for small dicks.â
I looked up at her. She was grinning. We both burst into laughter.
âOh, youâŠâ I said, leaping up to grab her. She shrieked and tried to make an escape, but I grabbed her and tackled her, tickling her, onto the couch. We were both laughing. Only when I paused for breath did I realize what a bad idea that had been. I was still completely hard, and was only wearing my boxers.
From beneath me, Haerin tickled me back, and I grabbed her arms, trying to keep her from tickling me.
The rest of it happened fast. I was on top of her, hard, and somewhere in the maneuvering, my cock must have slipped out of the hole in my boxers. I knew that reaching down to fix the situation would immediately make it clear to her what had happened, so I tried to keep her pinned, unable to look down. That was my undoing -- Haerin spread her legs, trying to get them around me for some reason.
All of a sudden, as she did, I felt my cock press up through the leg of her baggy shorts, against her mound. She gasped in surprise, moving her lower body back, but all that did was make my cock slip down, nestling into the hot wetness between her pussy lips. It happened so fast I didnât even think about the fact that she was dripping wet.
âIs that yourâŠâ Haerin started to ask, trying to reposition herself.
Then I felt my cockhead slipped inside her opening. We both froze. I looked down. Her pussy lips were stretched around my cock. I didnât even have time to think about how amazing her pussy looked -- how long Iâd wondered what it would look like, what sheâd feel like. Though I was only a few inches into her, it was almost too much for me.
âY- Youâre... inside me.â Her voice quavered.
It happened in such slow motion that the freeze-frame image of Haerin below me, looking down in open-mouth surprise at her shorts pulled to the side, her wet pussy clenching my bare cock is imprinted on my mind, though the moment only lasted a second or two.
âIâm sorry,â I said. âI didnât mean to...â
âNo⊠I- I wasnât wearing panties, itâs my...â She trailed off, her breath ragged.
The moment felt like a dream. Neither of us was moving to pull apart. My cock throbbed inside her, and she gasped as I felt her pussy clench. She was getting wetter, somehow. Involuntarily, I pushed an inch further into her, my cock moving on its own to bury itself as deep into her scalding hot pussy as it could.
âWaitâŠâ she said, her voice soft and strained.
âDonât-â Then she was cut off by a gasp. Her body shuddered, and her legs which still around my back, pushed me deeper into her. I bottomed her out, God her pussy is sooo tight.
Haerin was small, but she could take my whole length buried snugly inside her. Then she came, hard, trying to stifle her own moans while her pussy clenched around my cock.
âAnhh- fuck IâmâŠcumming...â Haerin whimpered.
Her body jerked, and she wrapped her arms around mine, pushing our bodies together. Her pussy felt too tight. I wasnât going to last, especially after three weeks of no sex or masturbation. I was bare inside of her, I couldnât cum in her. With the last ounce of my willpower, I tried to pull out.
âHaerin, Iâm gonnaâŠâ
I only made it halfway. Haerin, who was still shuddering in orgasm, firmly pulled me back into her. That feeling of sliding my entire length back into her tight pussy was the end of it. I felt my cock swelling up, before I came hard, deep inside her.
As my cock jerked, shooting cum against the back walls of her pussy, her eyes snapped open. She could feel my warmth splashing into her.
âNo, no, Iâm notâŠoohhhâŠâ
She writhed in orgasm again, while I emptied weeksâ worth of cum into her. Any thought of trying to pull out was forgotten. All I wanted to do was bury into her and fill her up. I came and came. Each jerk of my cock within her drew another small moan from her. Her pussy squeezed my cock tighter than any I had ever experienced.
âOh my god....â she moaned softly.
I slumped down on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck. We stayed like that for a while, until the last jerks of my cock and the last of her small shudders subsided, indicating that weâd ridden out our climaxes.
I lifted my head to look at her. She was beautiful- wide brown eyes, cheeks flushed, her hair a mess on her sweaty forehead. Through her white sleep shirt, I could see the outlines of her areolae and the tiny tents of her nipples. We looked at each other for quite a while, faces close together, then she shook her head in wonder.
âI canât believe that just happened.â
Haerin looked down on our connection, where my cock was still buried inside her. Her pussy was overflowing with our mixed love juice, dripping and creaming around my cock.
âYou cum inside meâŠâ she said, quietly.
âI- Iâm so sorry,â I said, âI didnât mean to-â
âNo, I stopped you from pulling out. I... Iâve never cum that hard before. It was⊠really good, I didnât want it to end.â
âMe neither,â I said, and she let out a small laugh. As she did, her pussy squeezed me, milking another drop of cum from me.
I breathed out and lifted myself up, pulling my cock out of Haerin with a soft squishing noise. My cum dripped out from between her legs, and she reached down to catch it with her fingers. âWow.â
âIâm sorry.â
âDo you always... cum this much? How does Minji take it all?â
The mere mention of Minji twisted my insides. âOh, godâŠâ
âDonât feel bad. It was an accident.â Haerin was still on her back, legs spread, looking up at me, making no effort whatsoever to conceal her small, hairy, freshly fucked pussy. It was a beautiful sight.
âYeah, An accident.â I said.
âNo need to explain to either Minji or Yejun why you took your best friendâs virginity and pumped her pussy full of cum, especially when it wasnât on purpose.â
âOh fuck- Haerin, IâŠâ In the rush of sensations, I had completely forgotten that I had taken her virginity.
She finally stood, barely reaching my collarbone. I couldnât read her expression. Then she just pulled off her shirt, revealing her beautiful round, petite breasts that sat high on her chest, with brown nipples that looked perfect on her small tits. She slid her shorts down, revealing her pussy in all its glory. A line of cum is dripping down her legs.
âIâm going to need to shower.â She looked dead serious.
I couldnât tell if she was angry, confused, sad, or⊠I was horrified to think Iâd just ruined one of my longest friendships.
âHaerin, IâŠâ
âCome join me.â
She took a step toward me and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back. In my dazed state, I hadnât tucked my cock back into my boxers, and it was pressing into her mound. I was still wet from our combined juices. Haerin looked up at me. Tentatively as if we hadnât just fucked, I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met in a spark of passion, we kissed with an open mouth as our tongues probing hungrily for each other, And as if it had been forever. Finally, we broke apart.
âLosing virginity to your best friend, that was the best way to lose my virginity I could have ever asked for.â
Haerin took my hand and led us to the bathroom before locking the door behind us.
âNever know when Yejun will be back,â she said softly.
Haerin turned on the shower. Undressing myself as I watched her outline in the mirror, her incredible ass, tight and perfect for her frame, and that pristine lips between her legs. She shivered after splashing water on her breasts to test their warmth.
âThis place takes forever to turn on the hot water,â Haerin said.
I was zooning out, naked, half-hard, staring at her. âWhat?â
âOh- just trying to figure out where weâre going from here.â I added.
âDonât overthinking it. We will always love each other. One accident wonât change that. Besides, thereâs something poetic about losing your virginity to the same person you had your first kiss with. Someone you can really trust.â
As she spoke, she stood close to me in this small bathroom. It was surreal having this conversation with your best friend, not to mention that both of us naked, having just fucked, cum still dripping out of her pussy. I started to get hard again, cursing myself for being this horny.
âWow,â she said, looking down at my crotch.
âAlready? You are insatiable.â
âIâve just been wondering how you look naked, and here you are. Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to make it weird.â
Haerin grabbed my cock with her slender hand.
âWhy do you think I wanted to shower with you?â
She got down on her knees, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes and her small mouth half-open. Slowly but surely, she reached out her tongue to lick my tip. A strand of our mixed juice trailed from her tongue.
âHaerinâŠâ
âIâve never given a blowjob, either,â she said thoughtfully, working her hands up and down my shaft. She circled the tip with her tongue.
âI assumed it would happen before I had sex. I definitely didnât think Iâd be licking my own cum off a cock that had just finished inside me,â she said.
She parted her lips and enveloped my cock in the warm wetness of her mouth. She bobbed up and down on my shaft several times, cleaning her pussy juices and mine off with her tongue. Then she pulled back, looking up at me while continued to jerk my cock.
âI canât tell if this is you or me, but wow, we taste really good together.â
Before I could answer, she closed her lips around me again, gradually finding a rhythm as she sucked me. I stroked her hair, looking down at the beautiful sight before me, Haerinâs hair is a mess, sucking her best friend cock, her nipples protruded proudly from her pert breast. Her mouth felt almost as amazing as her pussy, and I soon found myself swelling with anticipation. She clearly felt it too as she took me out of her mouth and askedâŠ
âWould you rather cum in my mouth or in my pussy?â
It was strange to hear her, the innocent, sweet, nerdy Haerin, talk like this.
âI didnât realize you liked talking dirty.â
âYou know me,â she said, smiling. âIâm a detail-oriented person.â She continued on sucking, demonstrating a surprising skill despite the fact that itâs her first time giving a blowjob.
She looked up at me and repeated her question.
âSo, in my mouth or in my pussy?â
âHonestly I want to do both, but you know me, always indecisive⊠and God⊠itâs hard to think with your mouth is on me.â
Haerin stood up as the bathroom started to steam up.
âThink the waterâs warm enough?â She asked, grinning.
She pulled me into the shower and our bodies intertwined under the water. I grabbed and kissed her hungrily, working my hands down her breasts, to her side, to her tight ass, pulling her close to me and pressing my cock against her. She lifted her leg onto the side of the bathtub, spreading herself to me. I got down on my knees and pressed my lips against her slit. She moaned in pleasure, but she turned my head, forcing me to look up at her.
âYou donât have to. I⊠I havenât shaved.â
âI donât care about that. Besides, Minji isnât either.â
âYeah,â Haerin said, inhaling as I planted a kiss on her nether lips. âIâve seen the evidenceâŠanhhhâ Small moan escapes her lips.
âI want to taste youâŠâ
That was the last word I said before I sank my tongue into her folds, working my way up to her clit and then back down, slowly. I slid a finger into her, pumping slowly in and out as I sucked and licked her clit. Iâve always loved the taste of pussy, and Haerinâs was no exception. As I finger-fucked her, I switched the up and down motion with my tongue to a circular motion, right on her clit.
âEnhhh god, please⊠just like that,â she whimpered.
âYouâre gonna make me cum again... ahhhâ
I kept up exactly like that, furiously tonguing her clit and driving my finger in and out of her. Her breath became heavier, and she pushed herself towards me, grinding hard against my mouth. I savored the taste of her tangy opening as she approached her second orgasm of the day.
Finally, with a great heaving sigh and a jerk of her body, she came. While her first orgasms had been hard and all-consuming, but relatively short, this one lasted longer, crashing like a slow wave. I held my mouth to her pussy and continued what I was doing until she stopped thrashing. She lifted me up and kissed me passionately.
âSo, what do I taste like?â She asked smilingly.
âHmm, you taste really good Haerinâ
âHave you ever tried lemon zest?â I added.
âMmmâ
âYou taste just like that,â I said, grinning.
She stood there for a moment, thinking about what I had just said, then she slapped my hand playfully, and we both burst out laughing.
I kissed her again, silencing her protest. She felt my cock nuzzled at her opening. She reached down and pump it up and down, stroking it up and down in a slow motion, we broke our embrace and she looked up at me. Water cascading down her breasts and dripping off her nipples.
âYou didnât cum in my mouth, and it seems that your dick made the choice for you. In my pussy it is.â
âHaerin. Once is an accident, twice is a choice,â
âJust for tonight, kay? I need you in me.â She said softly.
I slowly began to push in through her tight pussy lips, a thought crossed my mind and I looked at her.
âYouâre not on birth control, are you?â She shook her head, kissing me again and spread her legs wider so I could go deeper into her. And deeper it went, I began to push deeper, faster, and harder over and over again as her pussy stretching to accommodate its intruder.
âI could have sworn you got bigger just now,â she whispered, a small moan escapes her lips with every thrust.
âMaybe I like cumming inside you without protection.â
âEhm yeah? maybe I like that, too⊠Ahhâ
I looked down at our connection, how her perfect lips split open by my grith. She was so unbelievably silky and wet, the perfect pussy that I would ravage forever if I had the chance. And I was bare inside her. I couldnât tear my eyes away from her pussy or her petite breasts, barely moving as I bottomed out in her again and again.
âCan I ask you something?â she panted between strokes.
âWhat?â
âWho... who feels better? Who do you like fucking more? Me or Minji?â
âThatâs not fair,â I said. âLook who Iâm inside of right now.â
Talking about Minji while fucking Haerin emphasized the forbidden feeling of it all. I could feel another orgasm rushing on, so I closed my eyes and tried to delay it.
âBut if you had to say. And you can be honest.â She said.
âWhen I fuck Minji,â I said, slowing down my frantic thrusting.
âItâs amazing. She has the most incredible body, experienced, and knows exactly what to do to get me to cum. Sometimes I just enjoy burying myself in her pussy and feeling all of her around meâ
âGod, Haerin, you are so tightâŠâ I stopped, holding my throbbing cock as far into her as it would go. Her eyes were mostly closed, savoring the feeling.
âSometimes when I finish in her, sheâll reach down and taste me. Which just gets me going again. I have filled her up every different way. Just about every time youâve seen her, sheâs been full of me.â Haerin moaned at this, clenching me inside her.
âBut you⊠itâs a whole different thing, fuckâŠâ I growled.
I started to build up the pace, gripping her tighter as I pound her faster. Haerin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
We froze.
âHaerin? Are you in there?â
It was Yejun. He sounded tired. Haerin looked at me, unsure what to do.
âNghhâŠyeah,â she called out. âIâm almost done.â
âWhy are you showering this late?â
I could hear the wet squelch of her pussy even over the rushing water of the shower as I slid my cock in and out of her. She struggled to maintain her voice even as she responded.
âI- I was feeling⊠a little dirtyâŠmmhhâ
âAre you okay babe?â Yejun asked.
âHmm⊠yeah⊠I- I just need a moment- nghhâŠâ
I couldnât hold out much longer. I whispered in her ear as I thrust into her âIâm going to cum.â
âDonât cum too much,â Haerin warned in a low voice, pausing to gasp as I bottomed out in her. âYouâre still going to need some for Minji tonight.â
âIâd rather use it all up in you.â
âAlright, Iâm going to sleep,â Yejun said from outside.
He had no idea I was fucking his girlfriend for the second time ever, readying to burst my cum into her unprotected pussy, again. Haerin maintained eye contact with me as I sank deeper into her.
âIâll come soon,â Haerin shouted to him, in a voice that I was sure sounded like she was being fucked. I looked down at her naked body, taking in the sight of her pink ravaged pussy and her firm tits, my thrusts increasing in intensity.
âHaerinâŠâ That was all I could groan out before I pulled her tightly as I buried my cock as deep as it could go into her and burst my second load, painting her wall white as far as it could reach. Iâm sure her womb is full of those small tadpoles by now.
Last time had been incredible for its novelty, but it had all happened so fast that I didnât take it all in. This time, I looked down at her, eyes wide open in pleasure as she felt the warm of cum quickly filling her up. I pulled out halfway and pushed in again, watching, satisfied, as a glob of cum was pushed out around my cock, painting her lips white.
Haerin held me hard, flinching as she came down from her orgasm, while I fucked my last drops of cum into her. I was as far up her pussy as I could go and there was nothing between us. I looked down at her cum-filled pussy split open as I pulled out. Cum poured out of her and onto the floor of the shower.
She inserted two fingers into herself and pulled them out, covered in cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth and let me watch as she licked them clean.
âBetter than Minji?â She asked with a low voice. In response, I leaned in to kiss her, our two tastes mingling as our lips met.
We toweled off quickly and went our separate ways after one last kiss. The last thing I thought before falling asleep was âI hope we did a good enough job washing each other off and -- out of ourselves.
â
I woke up the next morning, groggily taking in my surroundings, it was sunny in my room. Minjiâs bag was on the desk. I realized Minji must have gotten in and not woke me up, or worse, sheâd tried to wake me up and Iâd been too tired. Then I felt a warm, wet mouth wrap around my cock, which was rapidly hardening. I Recognize Minjiâs incredible lips as she looked up at me, smiling around my cock.
âGood morning!â She was topless, her breasts hanging down enticingly.
âIâm so sorry, I was really sleepy last nightâ I said.
Minji ran her tongue up the length of my cock, slowly and thoughtfully. âYou know you talk in your sleep, right?â
âWhat?â I asked.
âWell, usually you donât, but you must have been very tired.â She punctuated her sentences with slow licks on my cock. âSee, when I came in and got naked and tried to wake you up, you said the darnedest thing.â
Minji buried my cock in her mouth, deepthroating me until her nose was pressed against my pubic bone before pulling back out, lines of spit connecting her mouth to my shaft. I looked down at her, puzzled.
âRight around the time I got you into my mouth, you looked at me and said, A third time in one night.â As she said that, my stomach clenched
She climbed up the bed, angling my cock in between her folds. âI didnât know what that meant, but then you said, If we keep this up, Haerin, Iâll have no cum left for Minji.â She sat down on my still-wet cock, letting me bury myself into her velvety pussy.
âAt first, I thought it might just be a wet dream. But then I tasted your cock and wouldnât you know it, I could swear you tasted... different.â She lifted off of me, angling my cock into her for maximum tightness, then slowly inched back down. My head was filled with competing emotions; I was turned on, guilty, horrified, and excited all at once.
âMinjiâŠâ
âDid you fuck Haerin?â
I didnât know what to do or say, besides⊠âIâm sorry...â
She sped up on top of me, working my cock inside her as only she knew how. âI thought she was a virgin.â
âShe... she was. The first time was an accident,â I regretted and cursed myself. After these words left my mouth. Why the hell did I have to say âthe first time?â
âThe first time was an accident huh...and the second?â
âIt was- less of an accidentâŠâ This was crazy. What was going one? She didnât seem to be mad, asking the questions in a matter-of-fact tone, as if we were having a simple conversation while I was fucking her.
âIâm guessing you didnât wear a condom based on the taste she left on you.â I shook my head slowly. âLucky her. She loses her virginity by having raw sex with her best friend. Did you cum inside her?â
I nodded. My cock throbbed inside Minji, edging closer to orgasm. We both felt it. She kept her pace, sliding her perfect pussy up and down my cock.
âShe got three weeksâ worth of your cum. Was her pussy... overflowing?â she asked, again.
All I could do was nod, getting closer to my own orgasm, what the hell with all these questions anyway?
âAre you thinking about it right now? Picturing how she looked?â
âItâs- hard not to, when you asking about it⊠nghh fuck Minjiâ
âAre you gonna cum in me while thinking about Haerin?
In response, I pushed all the way into Minji and emptied the cum I had left up her pulsing canal. She moaned louder, grinding her clit hard against mine, and she cummed too. I held Minji close as my cock emptying itself inside her.
I noticed a movement near the door.
Haerin stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed on the spot where Minji and I were joined: Minji on top in a cowgirl position, legs spread, my cock splitting her open with her ass facing the door. Haerin could see our connection where I was bottoming out deep insider her friend.
Minji saw where I was looking and turned around to see Haerin. Haerin flushed and backed away from the doorway, but Minji called out to her, âYou can come in.â After a brief moment, Haerinâs head reappeared, beet-red.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean toâŠâ
âMean to what?â Minji cut her off.
I was still hard inside Minji and I could feel drops of our cum running down creaming my shaft. Haerin tried hard not to look at it, but failed, miserably.
âYou didnât mean to watch, or you didnât mean to fuck my boyfriend and take all his cum like a little slut?â
Haerin said nothing, mortified. I didnât know what to say, either. Minji beckoned Haerin over to the bed, and she came hesitantly. She was wearing the same sleep shirt as last night, and her stiff nipples were clearly visible through it, maybe aroused by this all.
âDid you like watching us?â Minji asked and Haerin just nodded.
âSay it.â
âI liked watching,â Haerin said timidly.
âYou liked watching what?â
Haerin swallowed nervously. âAll of it. I liked... watching you... suck him off. I liked watching your pussy being pounded by him. I liked- watching⊠his cumming inside you.â
I was surprised to hear Haerin say that. The submissive side of her had taken over.
âCome here, you little slut.â Minji commanded.
Haerin got onto the bed, following her order. âNow I want you to taste our connection.â Haerin looked confused, so Minji clarified âTaste the place where heâs entering me.â
I was still rock-hard between Minji's lips. Haerin slid between my legs, looking directly at Minji's supple, round ass cheeks and her trimmed pussy around my cock. She tentatively reach oud her tongue to the underside of my cock. Slowly, she ran it up my shaft, gathering cum and Minji's cream on her tongue before reaching Minji's stretched pussy lips. She licked them up and around my cock, allowing me to feel her tongue on every pass. Minji breathed out slowly, clearly enjoying it.
âNow I want you to take him out of me and clean him off,â Minji said.
Haerin slowly reached out to grab my cock, which was slick with Minji's juices and my cum, and withdrew it from Minji with a soft squish. More of cum dripped on my cock. Haerin opened her mouth and leaned down take me in her mouth.
âDonât swallow,â Minji said. âKeep it in your mouth.â
Haerin bobbed her head up and down, deliberately licking and sucking the wetness off my cock. Directly in front of her nose was Minjiâs opening with cum dripping out slowly.
âNow put your mouth on my pussy and put it back in me.â
Haerin couldnât reply, her mouth full, she looked hesitant. Minji rolled over, spreading her legs in front of Haerin.
âHavenât you gotten enough of it? Put his cum back inside me.â
I was certain Haerin wouldnât do it. Fucking me was one thing, eating Minjiâs pussy was another. Would this new, submissive Haerin go for it? Still, she was holding the excess cum in her mouth, not swallowing it. She looked caught.
Minji absentmindedly rubbed her clit while waiting. Then, to my surprise, Haerin darted her mouth toward Minji's pussy, pressing her lips against it and reaching out her tongue to let the cum in her mouth dribble back into Minji's waiting hole. Minji moaned in pleasure.
âKeep going... make sure you get it all in...â
Haerin used her tongue to push the cum that had dribbled out of Minjiâs pussy back in. She began to fuck Minji with her tongue, in and out of her sopping hole, tasting my cum every time she reached deeper into Minji. Minji closed her eyes, rubbing her nipples with one hand and using the other to press Haerinâs face into her womanhood.
I was rock hard again. Haerin was eating the cum out of Minjiâs pussy, or, I guess, putting it back in. Was this a dream?
Minji writhed on the bed as Haerin continued lapping at her, bringing her tongue from the bottom of her pussy, where the cum had pooled, to the top, hungrily licking her clit. Minji gasped, her body rocked with waves of orgasm, and still Haerin kept going. I had never seen Minji orgasm from this angle, normally I was part of the process, and it was hot to see her body constrict in pleasure, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut. It was even hotter watching Haerin eat her out.
Finally, Minji pulled Haerin's face away from her, which was wet with spit and our mixed juices. Both girls were panting.
âHave you ever gone down on a girl before?â Minji asked. Haerin shook her head, wiping off her mouth. She looked dazed but horny. âYouâre good at it.â
Minji looked over at me, at my cock, which was standing upright. âAnd after all that, heâs still ready.â
âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever fucking seen,â was all I could manage to say.
Minji sat up and pushed Haerin down onto the bed, on her back. Under the sleep shirt, Haerin was wearing a pair of grey panties that were fully soaked through. Minji pulled the panties down, revealing Haerinâs wet, drenched pussy. As Haerin spread her legs, I watched her pussy lips come unglued from each other, revealing pink folds inside.
Minji reached down, into her own pussy, scooping my cum onto her fingers. She reached over and sank those fingers into Haerinâs. She moaned, writhing on the bed.
âYou donât need the extra lubrication,â Minji said, reaching down to spread her wetness over my cock. âBut itâll get you started.â
Minji pulled my cock to Haerinâs opening. I adjusted myself on the bed, getting up so I was supporting myself over Haerin. Minji slowly rubbed my tip up and down Haerinâs sopping lips, before putting me between them. Haerin cooed in pleasure.
âShow me how you fucked her.â
As I sank into Haerin for the third time, I looked over at Minji. My girlfriend was watching with rapt attention as I bottomed out in Haerinâs pussy. Then I looked at Haerin, who stared up at me with wide eyes. My longtime best friend, the girl I adored, was open beneath me.
âFill me up again,â Haerin whispered.
âOnce is an accident, twice is a choice, but three times?â I asked.
âThree times is perfect.â
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THE THINGS HE TAKES FOR GRANTED
in which he takes a moment to justify himself after never noticing your little crush for him
starring. msby!miya atsumu x fem!reader
genre(s): angst to fluff, long scenario sets in post-timeskip!
warning(s): reader is nice and overworks herself. not proofhead i apologize
authorâs note: It's kind of not what i had imagined but hope you enjoy it.
choose your character:Â m. atsumu | k. akaashi
another clichĂ© beginning for the person you are right now - the MSBY team manager - is that youâve loved the miya atsumu since high school. itâs not like being the teamâs manager isnât your dream, you loved this job and had been dying to do it because youâve loved volleyball, too. plus, you will have the opportunity to stay close and take care of the team, especially your crush who just merely thinks you are his best friend.
you first laid eyes on him when you were sitting alone on the subway, his dyed-blonde locks caught your attention as he first talked to you about the chase atlanticâs song you were listening to, he was cute, warm and friendly. at that moment, you were verified that he wasnât the guy who was fond of his fan girls that everybody had been rumoring about. He eventually found out that you guys went to the same high school, so as to start a new beginning of your bonding friendship.
It wasnât long until you finally realized that you might have adored the pretty setter a little too much than usual. his touches, his smile, the way he calls your name and his genuine characteristics when he was used to you being around seemed a little bit more easy to flutter your heart than every other day. Ever since then, you just hid your feelings and was grateful for what you got right then because you knew that if you confess, you couldnât get this best friend treatment that you silently fell for for any longer.
You impressed yourself for even keep it until now. you and him are mature and beautiful, but you still canât help but feel so âhigh schoolâ when you look at him. the least thing you could do for a friend (crush) is care for him through bottles of flavored electrolyte water, preparing his favorite after-practice snacks and even cool and soft towels to calm the heat down after a match. However, it seems like mr. miya doesnât notice all of the hard work you did for him, he was so used to be taken care of by you that he accidentally failed to realize the special treatment only for him but nobody else.
âHey, tired yet? you can call it a day for now if you want?â you smiled, hand over his bottle of water you prepared for him to the softly panting atsumu taking a break on the bench. He is quite preoccupied with his earlier techniques that he need to improve, he only spares you a glance then takes the bottle to drink without saying any words, you assume that he is in a bad mood.
âoh, andâ you search for the thing in your bag. âhere, your towelâ
he nods and takes it, it makes you feel awkward. thatâs⊠allâŠ? You try to not overthink yourself, after all, it was quite a tense match, and the fact that your team will have an important volleyball game the next month proves his concerns are valid.
you watch atsumu leave when hinata shoyo came up to you.
âoh? isnât that our manager?â you startle at his voice. âhehe, please donât mind tsumu at all, please, he just got pissed because he made a mistake during practiceâ the sunshine grins, having him around surely just brighten everything up, because he is just so sweet and comfortable to be with.
âno, no,⊠I really donât mind at all, actuallyâ you know atsumu better than anyone so you donât take his actions to heart sometimes, itâs justâŠ
âoi, oi! I know what youâre thinking, I saw you overthere doing things for tsumu. This guy, honestlyâŠâ Hinata sure saw you earlier with enthusiasm written on all over your face while preparing those towels and bottles, he felt bad for you and decided to cheer you up regardless atsumu has just cracked your poor heart a little.
âItâs okay, hinata. thank you for checking on me!â you smile wide, so my efforts wasnât invalidated at all, gratefully bow down to see the awkward hinata trying to stutter words out.
âno- no, donât do that, you are our manager, thatâs just nothing! besides, seeing you give tsumu so special treatment makes me real jealous!!â he huffs cutely. âI really want that flavored electrolyte water, too! what a shame he wouldnât notice.â
you laugh sheepishly as you guys return to your dorms to rest. things have been going hard for you like crazy, the work amount weighing on your shoulders make it almost unbearable, but you still stay strong and put a warm smile on your face so nobody would notices. you have been thinking of retiring just in case the situation just got worse to the level of destroying your mental health. but, by thinking of your small joy of seeing atsumu everyday, you hesitated.
your sleepless nights start when the important games take a step closer, you overworked yourself and often feel burnt out, your time with atsumu narrows as you find it hard to start a conversation even in lunch break. atsumu does feel weird. why isnât y/n sit with us? she is nowhere to be found these days.
âhey, tsum-tsumâ said bokuto. âwhat do you think of y/n?â he said, putting a tray of food on the table while making his way to sit.
ây/n? whatâs with her?â the fake blond raises a brow, munching on his food
âI think sheâs so cute and thoughtful, base on her affection for you, i betcha sheâs completely smittenâ the owl laughs as the other teammates giggle along. âyou should consider on dating her, what a waste if you donât, sheâs literally girlfriend material, same thoughts huh, hinata?â he winks and the tangerine head give him back a thumbs up.
âdating y/n, huh?â atsumu laughs as if he doesnât take bokutoâs statements seriously. âI donât date my friends, you know. besides, y/n is just a close friend of mine, she ainât my typeâ
âheartless tsumu⊠she worked so hard for you these daysâŠâ hinata fake crying when talking about you
âI know that she makes snacks and does things for me, but sometimes, thatâs just unnecessary, i donât need it to be all the damn time, it feels a little annoying, i just need to be alone to refresh my thoughtsâ he sighs. ânow you told me to consider on dating her, i wouldnât know how long i can take it.â
now there is dead silence following his statement, everybody just awkwardly continues finishing their lunch, and you do know eavesdropping is a thing that you shouldnât do. but you did. before you even notice, hot streams cover your face and you feel your breath hitches. the coach sends you to check on the team at such wrong timing, you canât face them, the voices earlier destroy your confidence, replace it with angst and hurt. so⊠what i did is just a bother to him, huh. you realize now, that you were such a dumbass trying to make him catch feeling by all of this. and with the tiniest amount of pride left, you back up a smile and step into the cafeteria, the atmosphere suddenly feels tense as everybody hasnât been moving on since their last conversation, atsumu feels an uneasy feeling when he sees you behind him, guilt? he thinks.
âhey⊠coach sent me to check up on you guys, please be well rested at your dorms after lunch, we have practice match at 2pm, alright?â your voice evidently trembles, you try cover it up with some fake coughs. oh, who are you kidding? itâs atsumu miya weâre talking about. he first notices how your eyes are a bit swollen, have you been crying? your tired figure due to sleepless nights, the way you havenât eaten properly shows right in front of his eyes. he suddenly felt a twinge in his heart, in which moment he never wanted to see you like this, ever again. but, whatâs all this for? he doesnât like you⊠right? because- youâre his best friend, and caring is whatâs best friends do, am I correct?
you left the cafeteria. atsumu feels like his whole head is going to explode, he regrets what he said earlier, knowing seventy per cent that you might have listened to it. he is weak because of guilt and distaste. the group feels uneasy and moody all of a sudden.
âi havenât told you this before but youâve seen her now, tsumu⊠she overworked herself with this huge amount of work with nobody beside her, yet she still maintaining to take care of you with these small gestures.â hinata sighs heavily. ây/n told me not to tell you about her state so you can concentrate on practising, but Iâm really worried because now she canât even hide it anymore. I tried to help, but she pushed me away and told me that i should do my own practices as our game is going to start soon.â
hinata pats atsumuâs back before leaving as if heâs signalling him to make it up to you. atsumu started to cry at this point. how could he be so clueless? he didnât even know that his best friend was undergoing such pressure, yet why does the term âbest friendâ sound so irritating? he felt like he had failed to protect you and worse, hurting your feelings and he regretted it, so badly.
The following day comes, atsumu's first task is to search for you. To his astonishment, you are once more nowhere to be found. he was so preoccupied, his spikes arenât as good, and he could not concentrate on practising, the coach sent him out, and gave him a moment to rethink by himself. and so, he reaches a staff, asking for information about you.
âY/n? oh⊠sheâs at the infirmary, we noticed her devastated state so we sent her to the doctor a while ago. now think about it I might write a report to the coach asking him to reduce the amount of work sheâs handling.â
âthank you, kind sir. may I be the one whoâll write the report? Iâm sure I could convince the coach.â
as the man nods, atsumu bowed goodbye to him and sprints to the infirmary where youâre at. he knows, that if anybody should write a report for you, it must be him. he must protect you because he has just realised it now, he likes you a lot more than he could imagine.
âY/N!â atsumu slams the door open, he faces you with your eyes widened, startled by the bright window.
âtsumuâŠ?â you softly speak.
atsumu in front of your eyes is the atsumu who tries to hold back his tears, biting his bottom lip as the poor heart lurching somewhere in his stomach but somehow still happy because he has found you.
âheyâŠâ he kneels down on one knee beside you. âiâm sorry, angelâ his hand softly squishes the smaller one, it holds back gently on hisâ
in all of the things you dislike, what you utterly donât want to deal with is your emotions when you see atsumu looking so vulnerable like this. you instinctually grab a tissue and wipe off the sweat drop on his forehead the moment you see it, atsumuâs worried expression wonât vanish unless you speak up something.
âheyâŠâ you smile. âdonât worry, Iâm okay now, tsumuâ you fondly touch his face with a hand, and he sinks in your touch, eyes glittering. atsumu intentionally plants a soft kiss on your warm palm and watches you go weak for him.
âi like you, y/nâ he sighs. âi donât want us to be just friends. i want to protect you, want to be the kind of guy who mentally support his girl to help her cope with any pressure.â
he looks up to see your widened eyes, without a response, he continues.
âiâm sorry i said the things i didnât mean when you were there, I was justâŠ" he gulps nervously and you sigh.
"tsumu... if it's too much for you to bear, maybe i should stop doing those things, okay?" you scoff bitterly, he becomes panic
âno, no, no,... i really like the way you care for me, please, i want your attention. please keep doing it. donât get tired of meâŠâ
you can feel the pulse bumping in your nerves, your heart flutters, and blood rushes into your cheeks just by hearing his confession. you kneel down beside him, fighting back the tears but then you canât, so you squish him in a hug. atsumu holds you back as you start sobbing on his white shirt, inhales fondly your intoxicating smell and pats rhythmically on your back
âthere, there, my angel. iâm here now. iâm sorry iâm late. let me make this up for you, yeah?â he chuckles.
atsumu loves his girlfriend. after hearing you ramble about your tight schedule, he immediately writes a report based on your experience to inform the coach about your condition so that everyone can share in your responsibilities instead of you having to handle everything alone. it wasnât that long for the msby mates to realize you guys are together, he wrote in that report that he is your boyfriend, anyway.
âyou nailed it, tsumu-kunâ hinata bumps him with a thumbs up, atsumu responds with a sheepish grin while bokuto laughs beside him and sakusa just doesnât really give a shit.Â
he spots you standing on the opposite road near the brand new cafe, waving back to him smiling, ânah, gotta run. gonna treat my girlfriend with extra pastry today.â
i guess he is the simp now.
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So, I know people are really desperate for Sandra Lynn to have hooked up with Pamela Dawn instead of Bobby Dawn, and I completely understand that!* Bobby Dawn is slimy and awful and we don't know much about Pamela, so maybe she's better? But it is 100% Bobby Dawn for two very clear reasons:
Sklonda literally said it was him
Bobby Dawn has always been a predator
The first thing we learn about Sandra Lynn's affair during Spring Break Sophomore Year was that she had just left Aguefort (she dropped out her senior year and got a diploma later on) and she was very young. She was asked to join an established adventuring party of people who were older than her and that had lost one of its members. She fell in love with another member of the party that was already in a relationship, they had an affair, and then when the affair was discovered, Sandra Lynn was blamed, kicked out of the party, and her name was smeared as far and wide as possible by the person who had taken advantage of her so that person could absolve themselves, likely in the eyes of their partner and the party.
So what we can immediately deduce from this is that Sandra Lynn was an outsider to her new adventuring party, likely looked down on as "just a kid", maybe disdained for being a dropout, and most definitely resented for taking the place of the (presumably) dead party member. She was in actively dangerous and stressful situations while questing with the party and she probably had little support from the group during that time.
Sandra Lynn was very very vulnerable.
When he met Sandra Lynn, Bobby Dawn would have been about 20 years younger than he is now, likely in his late 30s/early 40s.** Probably still handsome, still a "dashing" active adventurer. He was married to Pamela already (not just in an established relationship), since he had a child by then that was close to grown and I don't think the Church of Sol would be very happy about a child out of wedlock. He would have been a cleric of Sol and probably still preaching "the good word of Sol" but it likely wouldn't have been constant. You can't give sermons while fighting monsters. I'm sure he even saved Sandra Lynn's life a few times!
The thing about Bobby Dawn being a televangelist now, but not then, is that when he was young, he was probably just as good at persuasion, at finding vulnerable people and exploiting their weaknesses to get what he wanted, and yet he hadn't made a name for himself as a televangelist, so people wouldn't know to be wary of him trying to convert or manipulate them.
The scene between Bobby and Kristen, when Kristen is pretending that Cassandra died shows exactly what kind of terrible person Bobby really is. He is happy to find Kristen devastated, that she is having "a real dark night of the soul" and needs guidance. He refuses to help Kristen stay at Aguefort (something that's within his power), despite knowing how beneficial that would be to her well-being, because that goes against his own goals. He is smug and condescending and cruel. He is preying on Kristen's devastation and vulnerability (not knowing it's an act), to draw her back into the fold of the Church of Helio/Sol.
The person who did that to Kristen, is the exact same person who took advantage of Sandra Lynn when she was still basically a kid, just out of high school. He took advantage of her feelings for him, her inexperience and isolation. And then, when they were discovered, he threw her away and made her the villain so he could get away with it.
He ruined Sandra Lynn's life. Yes, she's happy now with her daughter, her partner, and the beautiful home they've made at Mordred Manor with Adaine, Kristen, Lydia, Ragh, Tracker, Zayn, Aelwyn, Boggy, and 15 cats. But Sandra Lynn ended up with self-esteem and relationship issues that she is still dealing with to this day. Those issues ruined her marriage, could have ruined her relationship with Jawbone, and likely played a hand in the difficulties between her and Fig in Freshman Year, as Sandra Lynn saw her daughter take her first steps into the world of adventuring.
Because Sandra Lynn first wanted to be an adventurer and Bobby Dawn took that away from her, just like he tried to do to Kristen.
Bobby Dawn has shaped his career as a high priest of Sol and as a televangelist by portraying himself as the epitome of righteousness. He is rotten to the core, a predator in a job where he is meant to help people, and I CANNOT WAIT to see the Bad Kids take him down.
*I don't really understand it. Pamela Dawn is likely just as bad as Bobby. She's the chief paladin of the church of Sol, her husband is a televangelist and a High Priest of Sol, and she would have been around the same age as Bobby and having an affair with a vulnerable young girl who she then kicked out of the group and slandered. It being Pamela would still be awful!
**Even with the assumption that both Bobby Dawn and his child had their kids at a young age, the math still has to take into account that Sandra Lynn's daughter is the same age as Bobby Dawn's GRANDSON.
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you found out today that a phrase you have used before was coined by an abusive man. this felt like getting your teeth taken out. it made you sick and sad and tired, but not surprised.
bad people tell you to be careful when you talk badly of bad men, that it could "ruin" a life. you had your life ruined by a bad man, not that it ever matters to them. your real life having real consequences is not valued as highly as the potential of his future.
this has always been a frustrating little mathematics problem for you. you've missed school and had to call out sick at work and had panic attacks that lasted for weeks. it stole sleep and food and friends from you. you cried in public, fucked your relationships up. and the whole time: your present has never mattered so much as the great what if! of his future. like - one life (your life) is already ruined, should we really ruin two?
so you live with the consequences and he doesn't, and that's just like, something you need therapy for. you once discussed this with one of your friends over coffee. she chewed the wooden stirrer, looked off into the distance. "once i became a victim, everything that happens to me afterward is automatically less interesting in the eyes of the general public. it is always about him. he changed my identity. to survivor. to statistic. meanwhile this whole time - i am a person."
you learned in college that three out of five of your favorite artists and authors were actually abusive assholes. these days, you are no longer surprised. oh, is that what was happening behind closed doors? of course it was, he was a "genius," and she was just a girl. you are talking about him in art history, so obviously his career was absolutely ruined, for eternity. that's what happens, right? they strike your name from the record and refuse to remember you? nobody really knows her name, but hey. that's what you get for being close to celebrity.
you got into an argument about it, which was a bad argument, because it made you cry. he said what, you want us to just ignore all the things this man did because he made a few women uncomfortable? and you'd balled your fists up and choked on it. later, in bed, you agonized over the response you'd been trying to articulate but never found the right moment to deploy: you are ignoring what any person could do if they weren't being fucking abused. maybe her talents far exceeded his and she was just never allowed to fucking use them. maybe we only see genius in white men because they purposefully fucking squash and silence any other people with talent.
but you'd cried about it instead of saying that, because you are the cost. you are the talent and potential that he took. you used to be brave and smart and clever and unafraid. like a lich, he stole years of your life.
quiet on set made you sad and sick and tired, but not surprised. unfortunately, one of the things he said was true: an entire network of people allowed it to continue. this is not news to you, because you have seen entire networks of people make the same fucking excuses when the same thing or-worse happened to you. and your particular story isn't even in hollywood. it was just a guy. it was still difficult getting people to stand up for you.
you and your friend wait in line for your coffee. like a standup joke, one man turns to the other and says "can't wait for every bitch to come crawling out of the woodwork complaining about harassment. it's another metoo." and you think - oh, that's the network. your boss tucks her hair back and whispers that while your skirt is cute, you're giving the boys the wrong idea. that's the network. when you'd told your "friend" about what happened, she'd said oh you must have misunderstood, that would never happen. and that's the network.
you woke up this morning panting, because years later you still have panic attacks. oh, it's not a network, actually, it's a web. and you, little moth: are you still surprised you're caught in it?
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i want nobody but you | p.sh
synopsis â you and sunghoon have known each other your whole lives and although you've both dealt with jokes from classmates since elementary school on how you two would end up together, that never ended up happening; you two would brush it off and then move on. you never really thought about pursuing something with him romantically, especially since you like things with a more casual approach. but once sunghoon's girlfriend becomes a part of the picture, you can't help but feel these feelings consume you. being the way you are, however, you managed to push them down and you at least thought you got over them until you realize maybe they never left at all. or even worse: they were always there.
feat. â yujin (ive) & sungchan (riize)
genre â college au, friends to somewhat enemies to lovers, romance, smut, angst (eh, ig), slowburn (ig? srry lmao)
pairing â nonidol!sunghoon x fem!reader
warnings â MDNI, smoking !! (reader and sunghoon both smoke), drinking, cursing, mention(s?) of death, mention of hookups, reader is called and referred to (sometimes self referred to) as a: slut/whore; slutshaming, !! potential sh reference (pinching/hitting self; dk if that counts, but it's not mentioned after) !!, mentions of sex (obvi)
w.c. â 22.7k
a/n â long time no see lol. lmk if u would be interested in seeing some pics i took at the enha concert i went to :)) (i won't do vids because i was screaming like a baboon lmao) p.s. bear w me bc ik this is a long one, but i feel like i owe you all since i've been gone for practically a century, but pls give it a chance, i'm on my knees begging bc this took 3 days
disclaimer !! â i donât ship any idols i portray as dating in this story irl nor do i have the intent to portray anyone in this story in a negative light, this is just for creative purposes, babes <3; this is all just fiction, take it lightly pls and thx
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Today has been a long day. You groan as you take a seat on a bench somewhere near the lecture hall you just left and you close your eyes as you lean back against it. You had originally thought your senior year of high school was torturous, but being a senior in college was far worse. Your eyebrows furrow a bit when you feel the weight of the bench shift a bit, meaning someone has taken a seat beside you. Your eyes open a bit and you turn your head to see Sunghoon next to you. A sigh escapes your lips and you turn your head away, closing your eyes again.Â
Sunghoon sits there for a moment, looking at you. Lately, you two havenât hung out as much and although he admittedly forgot to text you for the past week and half, you were still his best friend. He could argue, though, that âthe phone works both waysâ, so youâre not exactly innocent either. Heâs seen you around campus, hanging out with some members of the basketball team, mainly the captain: Sungchan. You didnât seem bothered by the lack of contact between the two of you, either, so it didnât bother him or make him feel guilty that you havenât hung out in just a few days. NoâŠnot at all.
âNice to see you, too.â he mumbles. You stay quiet, honestly close to falling asleep on the bench, especially with the warm breeze that is gently blowing. He narrows his eyes a bit and leans back against the bench. He does the same as you, closing his eyes as he relaxes, but he frowns to himself. âYou and Sungchan seem to be close.â he says, not really even understanding why he brought it up in the first place.Â
This piques your interest. âWhat about him.â you say rather than ask, still keeping your eyes closed.
Sunghoon shrugs, still not really sure why he cares who you hang out with or how often or who they are orâŠanything like that. Maybe it upsets him to think about the fact that you might replace him with someone cooler as your best friend; maybe he was too lame for you. How juvenile, he thought to himself. But thatâs what it felt like, to him, at least. âNothing. Iâve just seen you guys hanging out a lot, thatâs all.â Sunghoon replies.
âHow would you know that; we havenât really hung out or talked lately.â you reply, not meaning to sound snarky, but it most likely came across that way.
Sunghoon scoffs softly. âI have eyes; I can still see who you talk to.â
You open your eyes a bit and turn your head to look at him. âStalker.â you tease.Â
Sunghoon opens his eyes, almost as if he can feel you looking at him and he rolls them, not amused. âAm notâŠIâm just trying to start a conversation or whatever.â
âAbout the people I talk to?â
Sunghoon shrugs. âAbout anythingâŠâ It stays quiet for a moment. âItâs just been a while since weâve talked.â
âAnd whose fault is that?â You ask, rhetorically.
Sunghoon frowns. âWell, Iâve just been busy-â
You scoff, âYeah. I know.ïżœïżœïżœ You reply dryly.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âNothing. Just that thatâs what you always say whenever we donât talk to each other for a while. Like, I get it, youâre dating Yujin, big whoop.â
Youâve considered the possibility that he has just been busy with schoolwork, but no matter how many times you would give him the benefit of the doubt, it always ended up being because he was hanging out with Yujin. You werenât really mad, per say, just annoyed. Severely annoyed. But what could you do? Ever since they started dating freshman year, youâve felt like you were on the backburner. Which, again, you canât really be upset about that. Afterall, sheâs his girlfriend, whether you liked it or not. There is nothing wrong with her, you two got along fine, even if you donât really talk or are even friends. You donât hate her, not for any valid reasons, anyway. Still, despite how many people you know, Sunghoon is your only real friend and always has been. But itâs times like these when it feels like he means more to you than you mean to him.
âSheâs my girlfriend.â He says, matter-of-factly.
You roll your eyes at his statement. âI know that,â you retort with annoyance, âyou only ever bring it up every chance you get.â
âYou seriously canât be annoyed that I spend time with my own girlfriend.â He responds with the same tone.
Sometimes, Sunghoon gets caught up in things. Like being with Yujin, for example. Heâll be with her and then it just slips his mind to respond to a text of yours or to ask if you want to do something, he canât help it. He knows that heâs your best friend and heâs certain that youâre his, too. Sure, Yujin means a lot to him, but you mean more, whether he would admit that or not. He just wants to make everything balanced, for everything to work out. But a part of him feels like something has been off since he started dating Yujin. Sure, heâs had other girlfriends, but never one for longer than a few months. This relationship is important to him. What if Yujin is the one? He canât screw it up and heâs afraid to, so he makes sure to spend as much time with her as he can. He thought you would understand, but apparently not.
Youâve met Sunghoonâs other girlfriends, none of which bothered you as much as Yujin. Maybe because this one seems more serious. Maybe because she seems more important to him. The thought makes your stomach curdle. This whole situation makes your stomach curdle. You shouldnât care so much, but you do. You hate that. âWhatever.â you reply, honestly not having thought of anything better to respond with. What were you supposed to say to that? Of course you understood, but that doesnât mean it doesnât suck.
âBesides, like I said, you and Sungchan have been hanging out a lot recently. Donât act like youâve never blown me off to hang out with him.â Sunghoon says.
âBarely.â
âNot barely. A lot. âOh, Sungchan invited me to his basketball game to watchâ, âOh, Sungchan invited me to a party,â âOh, Sungchan wants to hook upâ, âOh, Sungchan this and Sungchan thatâ.â Sunghoon mocks, annoyed.
You frown. âWhy do you care? Youâve got a girlfriend, so just hang out with her instead.â
Sunghoon frowns as well. âThatâs not the point. The point is that you ditch me just the same to hang out with a guy who youâre not even dating. You donât talk to me sometimes when youâre with him or another guy, so why are you so upset that I do the same with Yujin, who Iâm actually dating?â
âStop rubbing in the fact that youâre dating someone. Good for you, who gives a shit? So what if I do the same? Itâs only because you do it first!â you argue back. You grab your backpack and stand up as you put it on. You start walking away from him and he watches you as you leave.
âGreat talk!â he calls out to you in a sarcastic manner.
He didnât mean to make you upset or try to ârub his relationshipâ in your face, he would never try to intentionally make you upset. So, why did he care? He doesnât, itâs as simple as that. Maybe you doing the same thing to him with Sungchan bothered him a little. Maybe you wanting to spend your time instead with someone else youâre not even dating bothered him a little. But itâs not like he actually cared or anything. He knows he canât tell you what to do or who to see, so why does he care? He knows he blew you off, so why didnât he just apologize? Why did he bring up Sungchan in the first place? Sunghoon sits on the bench for a moment, rethinking things. Why was he acting like you were ignoring him when it was kind of the other way around? He sighs and closes his eyes again. Heâll figure it out later.
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You let out a long yawn as the dim glow from your computer screen shines on your face. Itâs three in the morning, and sure, you have a class tomorrow, but you canât sleep and figure you can just skip your lecture anyway. Even if your brightness was all the way down, it still hurt your eyes every so often, so you would close them to make them feel better while you listened to the show you were watching. You hear your phone ding and your eyes open, your hand reaching for your phone to see the text.
âare you awake?â Sunghoon texts.
He knows you are. You almost always are, which is why he knew you would see the message. Although, he did anticipate the idea of you ignoring him. You were good at things like that, things that required a stubborn attitude. He didnât mind your stubbornness, though. He didnât mind anything when it came to you. He waited a bit, sitting in the darkness with just the light of his phone screen, his thumb gently tapping it so it doesnât automatically turn off as he waits for you to text back.Â
âyeah.â you text back.
It took you a few minutes and in all honesty, you almost didnât respond. But you missed him, which even if he asks directly, you would deny. You wonder if he missed you too, but you shake that thought away.
âstill pissy?â
This makes you laugh a little. Yes, you were, but you still found it a little funny.
âshut up.â you text back.
âwanna hang out?â
You sigh. Now he wants to? It takes you a while to reply with anything as you just stare at his message.
âcan u bring the usual?â you reply.
He smiles at your text. âduhâ he texts back.
You smile a bit, looking forward to actually hanging out with him. The whole argument was dumb anyway and you just wanted your best friend back. And after a while of waiting, you hear a knock on your dorm room door. You get up from your bed and unlock it, opening it as you step outside. He smiles softly when he sees you and you smile a bit back. You both quietly leave your dorm building before going outside and sitting on the curb. He sets the plastic bag he was carrying between you two and opens a bottle of beer before handing it to you. You take it and he opens his own, both of you taking a sip as a cool breeze blows softly.Â
âSorry about earlier,â he says quietly, âand for not talking to you for a week. I just got caught up with Yujin, you know?â
You take another drink, not really interested in discussing this anymore. âItâs fine.â
âI also wasnât trying to rub her and I into your face and make you feel bad or anything, itâs justâŠâ he trails off. Itâs silent for a moment as you both drink. âThis week has been shitty.â he mumbles.
âAmen to that.â you reply. He chuckles softly and you both clink your bottles before smiling and taking another drink.
âHowâs your love life going, anyway?â he asks, genuinely curious.
Sure, there were other things he wanted to talk about, could talk about, but this is what slipped out of his mouth first. He was actually curious, he truly wants to know. He just wants to see you happy.Â
You shrug, âThe same; just hook ups.â
He looks at you for a moment. Thatâs it? Youâve been hooking up with people since the beginning of high school. Sure, youâve dated some guys before, but they were all assholes; Sunghoon never liked them. He couldnât stand them, to put it plainly. You deserve better, and he knows that. But he also knows youâre not into relationships. You like things to be simple and direct. But when it comes to how you feel, he knew you werenât very expressive with that. Only when it comes to getting what you want. He kind of admires that about you.
âSoâŠno one in particular? You just kind ofâŠgo after who you think is the hottest?â
You grin, âSomething like that.â you take a sip, âSoâŠhow are things going with Yujin?â
You honestly hate that you asked. Why would you? Why would you want to hear about that? Surely, things must be going wonderfully if heâs so wrapped up in all that is her. But youâre still friends. Itâs normal to ask these kinds of questions, right? Maybe he wonât really say much anyway and youâll be a good friend for even asking. Thatâs what youâre hoping for, at least.
"Well... things have been kind of weird. She's been acting kinda distant recently; I don't know how else to explain it. She just seems really bored all the time. Like, the sex is good but it just seems like she's not into me anymore or something." he replies.
You give him a weird look as he brings up the topic of sex with Yujin. Gross. Just...Gross.
âDescribing sex with your âgirlfriendâ as good is never a good thing.â you say as you laugh a bit, taking a sip.Â
Sunghoon scoffs a bit. Why did it seem like you were happy to hear that? It irritated him a bit, but he brushed it off. âWell, I didnât mean it like that. Itâs more likeâŠitâs become something thatâs routine.â
âYeah, thatâs probably not a good sign.â
Sunghoon sighs. "I know... it's just so weird though. I mean, we've been together for so long, and she's never been the type to get bored like this. It just sucks. I'm worried if something happened between us that's making her not want to be with me anymore."
You look at him for a moment as he drinks. You hate seeing him upset and you know that Yujin means a lot to him, especially since this is his first big relationship. You frown a bit as you drink. âHave you asked her?â you take another sip, âArenât people in relationships supposed to communicate and shit?â
"Yeah, I asked her and she said everything was fine, but like... I don't know. I just have a feeling that she's not telling me something, and I've tried asking her multiple times, but every time, she always says everything's fine." he takes another drink. âThatâs pretty much what Iâve been spending last week doing, justâŠtrying to fix what may not even be broken.â he mumbles.
You feel bad now for getting upset at him for blowing you off. It makes sense and you just got defensive again, not really knowing what he was doing. You sit there for a moment, not really sure what to say. Sunghoon didnât mind the silence, though. He was trying to focus on Yujin and figure out why things feel this way when maybe, they arenât even that way at all. Maybe itâs him. He isnât sure, but he is sure that he already feels a million times better being with you, even if it is just sitting next to each other on a curb in silence.
âDo you cum?â you ask.
Sunghoon chokes on his beer a little, hitting his chest a bit as he coughs. He looks at you, not expecting your question at all, and as for you, well, you werenât really expecting to ask it. It kind of justâŠcame out. Your initial thought process was to ask more about his feelings on things in the relationship, seeming more like a routine, but it kind of led to you wondering if he even cums. In your defense, you thought that if he doesnât, then maybe the relationship is going downhill. You look at him, as if what you asked was totally normal, taking another sip of your beer. He looks back at you, seeming to have processed what you asked.
â...yeah, pretty much every time.â
âDoes she?â
Again, not something you really want to know, but you do want to help him.
â...sometimes, but most of the time she doesnât.â
You suck air through your teeth, âUh-oh.â
âItâs not a big deal, you know, so what if sometimes we donât? Itâs not about that, itâs just aboutâŠconnecting or whatever.â he mumbles as he takes a sip.
âSo, then what? Do you guys just likeâŠdo it yourself?â
âYeah, so?â
You laugh. You canât help it, itâs just too funny. Not his obvious pain with his relationship kind of going south, but the fact that he finds this to be normal. You at least found that funny.
âWhatâs so funny?â he asks, pissed off, but also slightly embarrassed.
âDude, I'm not a relationship expert, but like...shouldn't people who have sex, I don't know, finish every time? I mean, I have never really had that happen often with any of the guys I hook up with, but hey, what do I know.âÂ
"Well... I guess, but it's not a big deal to me. As long as she enjoys it, that's what's important. And, it's not like it happens all the time. Sometimes she does finish, but it's just... well, not as often as I would hope..." he takes another sip.
You roll your eyes to yourself. Kind of out of instinct. If youâre going to be frank, you donât give a damn about her.
You shrug, âI donât know,â you take another sip, âyou say you donât cum sometimes, how come?â
âI donât knowâŠit just happens?â
You shake your head, âNah, thereâs a reason.â
âBut the reason is dumb and I donât want to talk about this anymore.â he takes another sip.
âDo you think sheâs hot?â
What a stupid question. You wish you didnât ask it. Why would you want to hear him talk about yet again how hot he thinks she is. It makes your blood boil and you would rather bash yourself over the head with your beer bottle than hear him talk about how perfect she is. But, there is a small, small part of you hoping for a certain answer. Only a small part.
âOf course I do.â he replies, simply.
âSo, then, whatâs the problem?â
âSometimes I have a hard time finishing, happy? JesusâŠâ he mumbles as he drinks some more.
You roll your eyes. Youâve known each other your whole lives, you know when heâs lying.
âMmm,â you take another sip, âno, you see, sometimes when I hook up with guys, I suddenly don't feel attracted to them, so then sometimes I don't finish. So do you just like sometimes not like her or something?â
He shakes his head, "No, I'm always attracted to her. But... sometimes I have a hard time finishing, and I don't know why that is."
âWhat do you think about?â you ask, kind of quietly.
A part of you didnât want to ask that, besides, this conversation was becoming weird. But that small, small part of you was so desperately hoping for a certain answer. Fucked up? Yeah, most definitely, but that didnât seem to stop you.
âAbout what?â he asks, actually clueless.
âWhen youâre having sex, what do you think about?â you ask again, taking a sip of your beer.
â...about her, thatâs what youâre supposed to do, so,â he trails off, âSometimes IâŠthink about other things...â he answers, blushing a bit.
âLike what?â
âJustâŠrandom stuff. Why do you want to know anyway?â he asks, getting slightly defensive.
âMaybe that's what's distracting you. I don't know, spice things up with her or something. Or have an actual conversation with her about how you feel or whatever.â you mutter as you finish your beer.
He takes another sip of his beer. âWhy are you acting like some sort of relationship counselor? Youâve never even really been in a relationship yourself.â
Maybe he wanted to piss you off with what he said, but only so you could back off. âSpice things upâ? Yujin and him are fine, heâs deciding that right here, right now. He doesnât want your help with this or to even discuss it anymore with you. It feels weird. Besides, he doesnât want you to think that heâsâŠnot good at sex. Not for any other reasons, just thatâŠhe doesnât want you to think that about him.
You set your bottle down and look at him. âBecause youâre my friend? I donât know. Why do you care?â You hold your hand out, wanting him to hand the cigarettes he brought while your other hand digs into your sweatpants pocket for your lighter.
He reaches into the bag and hands them to you, knowing full well you could have grabbed them yourself, yet he still obliged. âSo, in all of your hooking up, have you ever had feelings for anyone you hooked up with? And not those bullshit feelings for your douchebag exes, like actual feelings. Or have they all just been hookups?â he asks, hoping to change the subject.
You open the pack, âHookups.â
âEvery single one?â
âMhm.â you answer, taking one out and putting it into your mouth, lighting it as you take a drag.
âSo youâve never fallen in love with anyone youâve hooked up with?â
You laugh, âFallen in love? How stupid.â you say as you take another drag.
âOkay, love might be a strong word, but like, have you never developed feelings for any of the people youâve hooked up with?â he asks, finishing his beer.
âNah.â
"Right, right. So, you're just all about hookups then, and that's cool, no shame or anything; I get it. But you've never felt even just a little bit of loneliness from it?" he asks as he sets his bottle down. You ignore his question, taking another drag. He knows by your reaction that heâs said something that bothers you. Whenever anything is mentioned that may reveal how you truly feel, you just block it off and move on. He sighs, not too sure why he bothered asking since you always ignore these types of topics. Sometimes, he wished you wouldnât. He wished you would be more open with him. It feels like he can talk to you about anything and everything, even if sometimes he doesnât want to, but he does anyway because youâŠwell, youâre you. "I mean, it's gotta get kinda boring... always hooking up, never really connecting with anyone. Unless you don't care about that kind of thing."
âLove is stupid.â you reply flatly.
What a groundbreaking opinion. Truly, nobody has ever felt or thought the same thing. Great stuff. Sunghoon sighs at your answer, not really getting why you wonât just tell him. He wants you to. He canât really explain why. It doesnât have to do with wanting to get some satisfaction out of helping you or changing you, but rather, sometimes he feels like he knows nothing about you. Youâre important to him, more than you could possibly understand, but still, sometimes, you seem so distant; like a stranger. He just wants to know that you trust him.
âSo, just because love hasnât exactly worked out in your life, you think love is stupid? I donât really think thatâs fairâŠjust because your ex boyfriends were assholes doesnât mean that true love doesnât exist.â
For some reason, him talking about true love pisses you off. It pisses you off greatly. You can feel your skin crawl and anger boiling up inside you, so you take a drag from your cigarette, blowing out the smoke, wishing it was something else you were getting rid of.
âItâs not about them.â you take another drag, âDo you love Yujin?â
You think you know the answer already. No, you know the answer indefinitely. There is only one answer. Why would he have spent the past threeâalmost four yearsâdating her if he didnât? You think about all the times he talked about her when they first started dating. You try not to, but your mind recalls all the details, how he said them, what he said, how he looked while he was talking. It made you sick.
His heart sinks a little when you ask the question. He stares at you for a moment, not responding to your question right away. He takes a long deep breath before he answers, âYes.â You sit silent. You heard his answer, but you donât want to acknowledge it. You take another drag from your cigarette, a longer one this time, blowing out the smoke slowly as you tap some of the tobacco from the butt of it off. âDo youâŠnot believe me?â he asks, watching you. He can tell something is on your mind, youâre just having trouble saying it. Heâs not asking to be snarky or anything, he asks in more of a gentle tone, just wanting you to open up or at least just say something remotely close to how you feel.
âNo, I do.â you answer quietly. For some reason, it hurts to say that. Itâs true, though; you do believe himâŠunfortunately.
Silence consumes the both of you, just sitting on the curb as time passes. Crickets chirp softly in the distance and the subtle burn of the tobacco from your cigarette fills it a bit, but not enough. He stares at you, both annoyed and concerned.Â
âThen what is it? Are you trying to say thereâs something wrong with my relationship?â he asks, suddenly defensive. Even he, himself, doesnât know why heâs suddenly so defensive about it, especially since he brought up the issue earlier, but he doesnât like thinking that you think there is something wrong.
âJesus, itâs not like that.â you respond, knowing full and well it is like that.
âThen spit it out; what are you trying to say?â
âShut up.â
You take another drag and he rolls his eyes, annoyed. âYou know, youâre so annoying sometimes.â
âSo are you.â
âYeah, I know, but youâre worse.â
You take another drag, genuinely wanting him to shut up, or for things to be normal. Or better yet, for things not to be complicated. âGo cry about it to your girlfriend.â
âScrew you.â
âDitto.â
âWhatever.â he says, pissed off.
âYeah, whatever.â you mumble as you take another drag.
He continues to look at you, pissed off at how you donât seem to care about anything. He used to like that a lot about you, how you never cared about what people thought and are able to brush anything off. Maybe âused toâ is a bit strong, he still likes that about you, but for right now, itâs incredibly infuriating.Â
âYou know, Iâve noticed that you always avoid giving direct answers to questions. Maybe thatâs why youâre so scared of commitment; Not willing to really speak your mind out of fear of hurting someoneâs feelings or your own.â he says, hoping this would piss you off enough to just say how you feel.
You roll your eyes, âShut up.â you say as you continue smoking your cigarette.
âNo, I won't shut up. In fact, I'm gonna keep talking because this is one of the rare occasions where weâre actually having a serious conversation and not just talking about petty stuff.â
You roll your eyes again. âI donât want to.â you reply, simply.
âToo bad. because I am really curious about it. So, Iâm just gonna keep asking questions. Like, have you ever experienced real heartbreak before? Because you seem like the type that just throws people away and moves on with no remorse.â You become quiet. Sure, you werenât answering before, well, barely, anyway. But this time, you feel like youâre shrinking. That type of quiet. The type of quiet you become when you feel like you got caught and you donât want to admit to what you did. You just smoke your cigarette. âAnd you donât just avoid answering questions about your romantic life, either. You do the same thing when it comes to family, friends, and anyone else. You just push people away and never actually let anyone get to know the real you.âÂ
âYou know the real me.â you say, looking at him. In all honesty, you were insulted. He was seriously telling you that he âdoesnât know the real youâ after you guys have been friends since you were two years old? What does that say about your friendship?
âNo, I really donât. All I know about you is the surface layer stuff that youâre willing to share, but I don't actually know you. No one does. Because you never let anyone get close enough.â he says as he looks you directly in the eyes, meaning every word he says. Well, maybe not every word, but it is how he feels. He doesnât want you to get frustrated, but if thatâs what it takes for you to finally say how you feel, then so be it. You do feel yourself getting frustrated and you look away, taking another drag. âAnd donât deny it, âcause you know itâs true. You just push people away and never let yourself be vulnerable, âcause if you did, then they could use that vulnerability against you. And god forbid anybody ever find out about your deepest insecurities-âÂ
âShut the fuck up.â you say, feeling anger seethe out of you. He sits there, somewhat stunned by your response. Not exactly that you became angry, but more so that he actually got a reaction out of you. He watches you as you put your cigarette out and stand up. âIâm going back to my room.â you mutter.Â
He stands up. âSeriously?â he says as he sees you start to walk away. He scoffs. âYouâre just going to leave? Like that? Whatever.â he mumbles as he grabs the pack of cigarettes you put back into the bag (the pack he specifically bought for you and always buys whenever you guys hang out like this). He opens it and grabs one, lighting it as he sees you turn around. You walk back over to him and snatch the pack of cigarettes from his hand. âThe hell?â he asks, annoyed, as he tries to grab it back.
You hold it out of his reach. âYou donât even like red Marlboros.â you say, almost tempted to take the one out of his mouth, too just to spite him.
âGive it back.â he says sternly as he takes a small drag from the one in his mouth, holding it between his fingers as he glares at you.
âNo.â
âItâs my pack of cigarettes.â
âThat you bought for me.â
âAnd I want it back.â
âWell, tough shit, Iâm not giving it back.â
âGive it.â he says as he holds out his hand. You ignore him and turn around, starting to walk away. He takes another drag, grimacing because youâre right, he doesnât like this brand, but heâs only doing this to spite you. He gets even more pissed off just seeing you walk away. âWhy are you always such a pain in the ass?â
âCould ask you the same thing.â you yell back.
He quickly puts out the cigarette and puts the bottles into the bag before catching up to you. âI'm not the one whoâs always being super mean and acting all mysterious about everything. Like, whatâs with all the attitude and snarky comments? Youâve been extra shitty lately.â
âFuck you.â
He scoffs, âYeah, thatâs what I thought. You know, youâre being shitty, you just donât wanna admit it.â
You stop walking and turn to look at him, throwing the pack at him. âThen go away.â
He grits his teeth and grabs the pack from the ground. He looks at you, âWhatever. I'm leaving. But just know, one of these days, youâre going to actually push someone away for good.â
âHopefully itâs you.â you say as you cross your arms.
âYeah, me too. Because I am so fed up with your bullshit.â
âGreat. Go away.â
He rolls his eyes and walks past you, his arm bumping into yours purposefully as he heads back to his dorm.
-
As Sunghoon makes his way to his lecture, he sees Yujin in the distance talking to some of her friends. He thinks about your conversation last night. He had hopes of confiding in you a bit more about how he felt, but of course thatâs not the way things panned out. He had no time to focus on that, even if he was feeling even worse now that he possibly lost his best friend for good. ShitâŠdid he really lose you for good? He feels his blood run cold, but heâs trying to forget it and focus on her. Sheâs his girlfriend, he has to remember that. He walks up to her, smiling a bit. She looks at him.
âOhâŠhey.â she says softly.
âHeyâŠcan we talk for a minute?â She nods her head and stands still. Sunghoon glances at her friends and then looks back at her. â...in private?â Yujin glances at her friends before following Sunghoon over into the library, taking a seat at a table near one of the back bookshelves, a little bit of space between the two of them. âIs there a reason youâve been acting like this lately? Do you notâŠwant to be with me anymore?â Sunghoon asks, just getting straight to the point.
Yujin is quiet for a moment. âEverything is fine.â she says.
He crosses his arms, feeling himself getting frustrated. Why canât people just be direct like you? Yeah, youâre not really direct with your feelings, but you are when it comes to anything else. âAre you sure? Because you've been really distant. We haven't been talking as often, you barely want to spend time with me... and it feels like you're avoiding being intimate with me, too. I had to almost beg you to spend time with me last week. Is there really nothing? Are you sure everything is fine?â Yujin listens and stays quiet. Sunghoon sighs. "You know, couples are supposed to communicate and shit, right? If something is bothering you, just come out and say it." Sure, he took a page from your book with what you said last night and perhaps some of what you said rang true after all, but heâs not really looking to give you a âyou were rightâ moment at this time.
âYou being friends with her bothers me.â Yujin says as she crosses her arms.
Sunghoon freezes for a moment, taken aback by her response. â...are you being serious?â he asks, not totally sure if sheâs just messing with him.
âYou hang out with her more than me to the point that I had to ask you to stop texting her whenever we would hang out and you always say youâre âjust best friendsâ, but I donât believe you. Do you have feelings for her?â
âDo YOU think I have feelings for her?â Sunghoon asks, becoming defensive while also avoiding answering her question directly.Â
âYes.â she answers, simply.
âWhat, do you think Iâll dump you for her or something?â
"She's a slut. You know it, I know it, everybody knows it. I don't care if you guys are close, I'm worried she is going to make a move on you and then you break up with me just for her to use you once and then ruin you; She's bad news." Yujin says.
He feels his jaw drop a bit at what she says. Did she seriously just say that? And so boldly? He feels himself become upset about the way she talks about you. He wants to defend you, he always has, but he frowns. What if this leads to Yujin breaking up with him? You did say last night that you two were done with each other, so why does it matter? He doesnât agree with Yujin, but he wants to save this relationshipâŠ
âYou really think I'm that naive? That I'd fall for a girl like her? Just because weâre close friends doesnât mean I automatically get feelings for her and forget about you. You know I'm smart enough to not get mixed up with someone like her.â he says, feeling like his heart is breaking as he says it. He wants Yujin to feel reassured, but after saying thisâŠit doesnât feel worth it.
âSo you agree.â Yujin says.
Sunghoon sits there, feeling like heâs about to throw up. Why is this so hard? Why canât he just say âyesâ and move on? Why canât he be happy with Yujin? He just nods his head. âI wouldnât fall for someone like her.â he says extremely quietly, almost as if he never wanted those words to leave his mouth. But they did and it was too late.
Yujin smiles, satisfied by his answer. She leans in and kisses his lips quickly, âI believe you.â she says softly.
Sunghoon hesitates, not glad that she believes him. Not glad that she said those things about you. Not glad that he said those things about you. Heâs just not happy. He gives her a small smile and kisses her cheek quickly. âIâm glad.â
-
You are sitting on a bench, scrolling through your phone as you wait for your next lecture to start soon. Sunghoon sees you as he exits his lecture hall and his gaze lingers on you for a moment. He sighs to himself a bit, feeling like he was being pulled in two different directions. The more he thinks about it, he feels as though Yujin was giving him an ultimatum to choose you or her. If she said it outright, there isnât a cell in his body that would hesitate to choose you. He thinks back to his conversation with Yujin in the library and he feels sick; he knows he did something wrong.Â
He walks over to you and takes a seat next to you, just wanting to make up and move on. To his surprise, however, you get up immediately and take your bag before walking away. He sits there, confused, but figures youâre still upset about the argument last night. He gets up and he follows you before catching up and gently grabbing your arm, but you end up taking it away and start walking again. He bites the inside of his cheek before stepping in front of you, âWhy are you walking away from me?â
âGet away from me.â
âNo.â he said as quickly as the words left your mouth.
You look at him, feeling your eyes sting, hot tears wanting to form, but you blink them away. âYou should probably go find your girlfriend, you wouldnât want to be seen hanging out with a slut like me, right?â you ask rhetorically.
âHey-,â he cuts you off, frowning instantly when you call yourself that. âStop itâŠyou know I donât see you that way.â
âThatâs a fucking lie; I heard you talking to Yujin. Or are you surprised about that too since you were in the library and someone like me couldnât possibly be in a place like that.â you say as you cross your arms, swallowing as if that will help mask your clear frustration.
â...what?â he asks quietly, freezing as he realizes what youâre saying.
âI heard you. I heard you agree with her when she called me a slut. I heard you say you "would never be stupid to fall for someone like me". Well, fuck you. Go be with your perfect girlfriend, asshole.â you say before you push past him, swallowing again, but this time to stop yourself from crying.
âWait-â he tries to grab your arm again, but you pull it away and keep walking. He feels his heart sink as he watches you walk away. The world felt as if it just collapsed. He feels like heâs sinking and as he watches you become further from him, he feels like heâs lost everything. Heâs holding his breath, not necessarily realizing he is, almost as if he exhales, heâs not sure he has the strength to take another breath knowing heâs hurt you; he doesnât deserve to.
-
Everything moves in slow motion, all voices muffled, as Sunghoon feels himself being dragged inside of a party by Yujin. He can hear and see her laughing and talking with her friends as they walk inside the loud and crowded atmosphere, but he feels as if heâs hollow. He stands there like a zombie as Yujin talks and greets some of her friends. Heâs not sure how it happened, especially since it was almost midnight and he honestly just wanted to go to sleep, but he somehow ended up here. His eyes felt heavy as they looked around the room, but he subconsciously stood up straighter when his eyes landed on you. It was like he had been resuscitated, his heart beating rapidly as he sees you and then he sees him.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, noticing how Sungchan was standing closely to you, how his eyes scanned every inch of your body with some stupid, smug smirk on his face. Sunghoon rolled his eyes again and grimaced at the sight. He sees how you whisper something into his ear, Sungchan grinning as he places his hand on your hip. Suddenly, Sunghoonâs heart stopped again as his gaze fixates on his hand. His hand grips Yujinâs tightly as he clenches his jaw and his other hand curls into a fist, his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand. His breathing becomes heavy as he sees you smile, smile in a way heâs never had you smile at him before as your hand caresses Sungchanâs cheek while you clearly flirt back with him. Sunghoon was livid. He feels like an extra in his own life as he watches you fall for someone like that.
âBabyâŠ?â Yujin asks, loosening her hand and taking it away from him since he was practically cutting off her circulation.
âIâm fine.â he mumbles, hints of anger and annoyance clear in his tone. He doesnât look at her as he answers and she catches on.
She looks to where his gaze is and then she looks back at him, upset. âWhy are you looking at her?â she asks as she crosses her arms. âYou told me you donât have feelings for her. Iâm your girlfriend, not her.â
âStop, Yujin, itâs not like thatâŠâ he mumbles, annoyed as he keeps looking at you and Sungchan. He watches as Sungchan puts his arm around your waist and he feels like the air has just been knocked out of him. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he glares at the two of you, wanting nothing more than to shove him off of you.
Yujin scoffs, âI donât even see how you could have feelings for a slut like her.â she mumbles, taking a sip of a drink her friend brought for her. Sunghoon keeps his attention on you. How Sungchan keeps you close, whispers in your ear to make you giggle and you indulge in it, how he touches you, and how he looks at you as if heâs some sick animal that wants to devour you. âDid you even hear me?â Yujin asks, pissed off.
âYeah, I heard you.â Sunghoon mumbles as he continues watching the two of you.
Yujin glares at him and then grabs his hand, dragging him away from her friends. Sunghoon just goes along with it and as Yujin starts dragging him upstairs, Sungchan leas in and kisses you. Sunghoonâs eyes widen as he continues going upstairs with Yujin, her dragging him into an empty bedroom and closes the door behind them. Sunghoon feels like all thoughts had escaped him when he saw that and he stands there with only one thing on his mind: you.
âLetâs have sex.â Yujin says as she looks at him.
Sunghoon snaps out of it and looks at her, feeling like this is his first time seeing her tonight. He looks at her in confusion, not wanting to since he only has you on his mind, but he doesnât want to upset her any further, so he nods his head. Yujin pulls him towards her and kisses him. He hesitates, feeling himself grimace, but he tries to ignore it and kiss her back. He doesnât want to be up here with her, he wants to be down there with you. As they continue to kiss, Yujin begins to undress herself and Sunghoon feels himself tense up. He tries to forget about you and focus on her, thinking maybe helping her undress would help, but it doesnât. Not even a little bit.Â
Yujin moves them over to the bed as she keeps kissing him and he sits there, partially kissing her back and also sitting stiff as a board. He knows this is supposed to be hot for him, having a practically naked girl on him, but he only finds himself wishing it was you. Yujin kisses down his neck as she takes off his shirt and he feels like heâs zoning out, not moving a muscle. Yujin moves her hands along his chest and down his body and then stops kissing him as she looks at him.
âYouâre not even hard.â she says as she frowns. Sunghoon just stares at her, not necessarily surprised, but he still feels bad. "What the hell do you even like about her? She's a fucking whore who opens her legs for any and every guy. She has nothing else to offer besides her fucking pussy, which probably is already stretched beyond repair." Yujin says, angry. "She's nothing! She's not even special and yet she always gets any guy she wants. Well, why does she get you too?" Yujin tears up. "I'M your girlfriend, not her! Do you even love me?" Yujin asks, frustrated.
Sunghoon knows her anger is justified and he feels awful for feeling like he wants her to be you instead. As he watches and hears her say all of these things, he feels bad for treating her like this, but he also becomes angry at listening to what sheâs saying about you. He feels bad for saying it feels like he doesnât know you, because he does, and he knows youâre nothing like who she says you are.
âAnswer me!â Yujin yells.
âI do love you.â Sunghoon says quickly.
â...do you love her?â
He stays quiet. Does he love you? He doesnât know how to answer that. He knows he cares about you more than anyone else, he knows that even when you two fight, he would never want anyone else but you to be by his side, he knows that youâre the only one who gets him, he knows he likes making you smile and laugh and sometimes when you look at him, he feels like he can just look back at you forever. But is that love? Then, what is it he feels for Yujin? Does he love you and not her? How come he never realized it before? Did he always feel this way?
"Why the hell did you even ask me out? Why did you even ask me to be your girlfriend if all this time, you've wanted her? If all this time you've been in love with her?" Yujin asks, furious.
What is he supposed to say? Has he always been in love with you? He thinks for a moment. He thinks about why he asked her out in the first place, about a week after you hooked up with some guy after you two just started college. Was that the reason? Was it because he just wanted something and he knows deep down, you donât want the same, so he found it somewhere else? YouâŠeverything has always been about you, his whole world has always revolved around you.
Yujin gets up and gets dressed. "If you want to be with her so badly, fine. But just know, she's still a whore. She'll just use you and then toss you aside." Yujin says as she finishes getting dressed. "But by all means, go sleep with that slut. We're done." Yujin says as she leaves the room.
Sunghoon sits on the bed in silence. Just great. Now, he doesnât have a girlfriend and worst of all, he still canât have you. He sits there for a moment longer before getting up and putting back on his shirt. Screw this party, he shouldnât have come anyway. He walks out of the bedroom and goes downstairs, feeling like his mind is in a different place as he walks outside. He stops and notices you sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette. He feels relieved, not seeing you in Sungchanâs arms, and for a split second, he wishes he could just walk over and take you into his, but he pushes that thought away and just decides to take a seat beside you on the curb instead. You scoot away a bit from him, silence looming over the two of you and he feels even worse.Â
âYou shouldnât be sitting here, you know. Your girlfriend might get pissy.â you mumble as you exhale some smoke.
âIâm not with Yujin anymore.â
You pause for a moment, â...I saw you two go upstairs.â
âShe justâŠgot upset that I couldnât get hard. I just had so many thoughts running through my mindâŠâ he trails off, not wanting to ramble on about it.
âWhatever.â you say as you take another drag.
âI wish I never asked her out.â he says before taking a deep breath, feeling like he said something he didnât even realize he was keeping a secret, not even from himself.
âWhy are you telling me this? In case you forgot, I am not your friend anymore. Not after what you and her said about me this morning.â You take another drag, âIt's one thing for her to call me a slut, I don't care about her, but you? You agreed with her. You made fun of me. You're supposed to be my best friend and you say I'm a slut and then that you aren't "stupid" enough to date "someone like me"? Fuck you, honestly. I was so pissed when I heard that. I know we fought the other night, but I never thought you would say that shit about me.â You take another drag. âSo stop talking to me about your problems like we're still friends. You want nothing to do with "someone like me"? Well, then, you got it.â
Sunghoon stays silent, feeling as if everything around him is crumbling. Youâre sitting maybe a foot away from him, but he feels like youâre on the other side of the planet. âIâm sorry.â he says softly, feeling ashamed to have talked about you like that.
You shake your head and continue smoking. âWhatever.â
âI miss you.â he says suddenly. âAnd, I shouldnât have said any of that this morning. I was trying to reassure Yujin at your expense andâŠthat was a big fuck up by me. None of what I said was worth any pain Iâve caused you.â
âWell, I donât miss you. I donât even care.â
Sunghoon stays quiet for a moment. âI have to fix this. Not because I feel like it will make me feel better to know I said sorry, because that doesnât fix anything; that doesnât make you feel better. I want to fix this because, even if you donât believe me, I value our friendship more than anything in the world.â
You scoff and donât reply, blinking away your tears as you continue smoking. âI donât need you. Think what you want about me, I donât give a fuck.â
âHeyâŠâ he says tentatively as he notices you blinking away tears. He feels like he got punched in the gut and hates himself for knowing heâs the one that caused you to feel this way. âI know I hurt youâŠa lot.â he admits. He doesnât know if you would want to listen to anything else he has to say, but he wants nothing more than for everything to go back to normal. To have you back. To just have you look at him. Anything.
You scoff, âYou? As if.â you say as you put out your cigarette. âDonât flatter yourself. Like I care about your opinion.â you say as you stand up. âI donât need your pity and I donât need your friendship. I donât need you.â you say as you walk away and back into the party.
He doesnât hesitate to follow you, not wanting to let you go. He canât. He canât bear the thought of you actually not being a part of his life, not for one goddamn second. He tries to catch up to you, but he stops in his tracks when he sees you go back over to Sungchan. It feels as though time has stopped and he was cursed with having to watch you be with him for the rest of his life. You whisper something to Sungchan, prompting him to grin and put his hands on your waist. Sunghoon feels like heâs about to collapse as he watches Sungchan whisper something back to you before taking your hand and leading you upstairs. He wants to do something, take you away from him, tell you that you mean so much more and are so much more than whatever Sungchan thinks about you. How you mean everything to him and watching you walk upstairs with some other guy feels as though you are taking away every piece of Sunghoon, breaking him apart. But he doesnât and an hour passes before you walk back downstairs with Sungchan, his arm around your waist.
Sungchan whispers something in your ear before letting you go and walking over to his friends, all of them laughing and teasing him. You just walk back out of the party, feeling sick to your stomach; as if you just made the biggest mistake of your life; shame. As you walk down the sidewalk, the night suddenly feels much colder than before. You take out your cigarettes and start smoking another one. Sunghoon follows and catches up, âCan I have one?â he asks, not knowing what else to say, but wanting to say something. You stay quiet, but eventually extend the one you were smoking to him. You stop walking as he takes it, taking a drag as he stands beside you.Â
You hold out your hand, wanting it back and after he takes another inhale from it, he exchanges it back. You take another drag, staying quiet, as you extend it back to him. He takes it as you two share the cigarette and he hands it back to you, almost wanting to just hold your hand instead. You take a long drag, holding the smoke for a while before slowly exhaling. â...you were right.â you say quietly as you hold the cigarette out for him. âIt is lonely.â
He takes the cigarette, feeling hopeful that this is the beginning of an honest conversation, and relieved that youâre opening up. He hands it back to you, âAre you lonely? Do you miss having a relationship?â he asks, softly, wanting to make sure heâs being cautious so he doesnât hurt you again.
âNot the ones I used to be in, no. Those guys wereâŠwell, you know.â
âYeahâŠâ he mumbles. You sigh and take a seat on the curb. He follows suit, seeing if youâll say something else, but deciding to break the silence. âSoâŠwhat kind of guy do you want?â he asks, deep down hoping for a certain answer.Â
You donât answer him and instead, ignore his question. In all honesty, you donât know. Well, you do, but youâre too scared to admit it. âYou were also right about me being a slut.â
âI-I didnât mean it-â
âYou know it, everybody else knows itâŠand I always knew it.â You take your cigarette back and take a drag. âHearing you say it sucked, though, but I know itâs the truth.â
âI shouldnât have said it. I was so caught up in trying to make Yujin feel better and fix things between us when it wasnât worth it. Not when it came at your expense.â
âI know.â
âI shouldâve still stuck up for you. It didnât matter if she was my girlfriend, you donât deserve to be talked about like that.â
You shrug and hand him the cigarette, lighting a new one for yourself to smoke. âI donât care anymore. Hooking up with Sungchan just now made me realize it. Seeing and hearing his friends tease him for itâŠâ you take a long drag, âI knew thatâs what I am.â
He does the same and looks at you. âDid you want to hook up with him?â
âNo.â
âThen, why did you do it?â You ignore his question and keep smoking. âHeyâŠâ he says softly. He knows youâre avoiding his question, but he wants to hear what you have to say.
âWhat happened with you and Yujin tonight?â you ask, wanting to change the subject.
âJustâŠan argument.â
âAboutâŠ?â
âThatâs not important.â
âYou wanted to tell me all about it earlier. You said something about you not getting hard and regretting asking her out. What the hell happened? I thought you loved her or whatever.â you mumble as you inhale more smoke, a part of you hoping it chokes you.
âI do love her. But I guessâŠit meant something different to her. She wanted things from me I couldnât do.â
âLike what.â
âLikeâŠher not wanting us to be friends anymore.â
You scoff before continuing to smoke. âYou shouldâve chosen her.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow as he takes a drag. âYou think I shouldn't have chosen my friend who's been with me through thick and thin over someone who was basically controlling who I talked to?â
âShe was just controlling that you don't talk to me. Can't blame her, she probably thought I would try to sleep with you or something. Besides, since when did us being friends for so long suddenly matter? It didn't when you agreed with her about me being a slut.â
âIt matters to me.â He says, feeling his heart sink a little at your words. It seemed like you didnât think your friendship meant anything. He takes another drag and sighs quietly before continuing. âYouâre my best friend. I care about you more than anyone else.â You stay silent as you continue to smoke. âDo you really think I donât care about you?â he asks, softly. You just keep smoking, not really sure how to answer. He sighs to himself as he does the same and his mind wanders to thinking about you and Sungchan again. He rolls his eyes to himself as he tries to push those thoughts out of his head.
âYou asked me if I ever felt heartbreak when we fought that night, talking about if thatâs why I have commitment issues or whatever.â you say as you take another drag. âYeahâŠI have.â
âWas the heartbreak fromâŠâ he letâs the question linger in the air for a moment, âa relationship?â You shake your head. âSoâŠwhat was it from then? Who broke your heart?â
You stay silent for a moment, just smoking â...i didn't realize I fell in love with him until he got a girlfriend, well, his first serious girlfriend. At first, I didn't really care, but thenâŠâ you go quiet for a moment as you keep looking ahead, not at him. âThe way he talked about her, would smile a certain way when he was with her, like he's never smiled at me before...laughing at jokes they shared...seeing him kiss her, hold her handâŠâ you take another drag, âholding her hand..â you repeat, like youâre lost in thought. âIt's something so stupid and simple, but I've never had a guy hold my hand romantically...but he held hers and I remember feeling like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do a damn thing but suddenly wish I was his girlfriend instead. And then I realized. I loved him.â you take another drag, âI loved him and he was in love with someone else.â
He stayed quiet the whole time you talked. He took in every single word. He took in how you said every single word, how you looked as you spoke. He felt his heart break for you. The way you talked about it was nothing like heâs ever heard you talk about; soâŠinnocent. âDid you ever try to tell him how you felt?â
You stay quiet for a moment as you swallow. âI almost did. One time. I just felt so tired from pretending and I didn't want to just hookup with anyone anymore. I wanted to be his more than anything in the world. I almost told him and thenâŠâ you take another drag from your cigarette. âHe started telling me about how he finally had sex with his girlfriend. How hot she is. How he had never seen anyone so beautiful. How he couldn't believe he was so lucky to be dating her. Fuck-â you pinch your thigh to stop yourself from crying as you take another drag. âI felt so...gross. I had never had a guy say that about me, never had a guy be proud to be with me, but the way he talked about her and everything he was saying...I knew he would laugh in my face if I, just some slut, was in love with him; he would feel grossed out or whatever. No matter how close I thought we were, I knew right then and there I would never be like her. Never like the girl he wanted.â you take another drag, âSo I didn't say anything.â
Sunghoon stayed quiet again, feeling awful. He hated that you thought about yourself that way. He hated that other people had made you feel thatâŠhim included. He hated this guy, especially, for making you feel this way. What a piece of shit. You deserve nothing but the best and this guy pulls this bullshit with you? He was about ready to punch him in the face. âAnd youâre still friends with him? After he did all of this to you?â
âHeâs all Iâve ever had.â
âHeâs not all you have, though. What about me?â he asks, intending to make something positive out of this all. He just wants you to know how precious you are to him because he cares about you so much.Â
This, doesnât help whatsoever, and you feel like youâre about to burst into tears. You canât tell if heâs the idiot or if you are; maybe the latter. But when he says that, you just feel like sobbing, curling up into a ball, and dying right then and there. You pinch your thigh again, to prevent yourself from crying because you absolutely loathe it.
He notices and immediately puts his hand on yours to stop you. He hates seeing you like this and he looks at you, not wanting you to suppress this anymore.
His hand on yours, however, makes you feel even worse. Worse because it makes your stomach do flips and you can feel your heart beat faster. Worse because you know it only carries the connotation of a friend comforting a friendâŠnothing more. You pull your hand away and continue smoking.
He doesnât say anything and he doesnât try to take your hand back. It hurts him to see you pull yourself away. He just wants to make you feel better, feel safe, feel loved. Feel nothing but happiness because thatâs all you deserve. But you donât. He wants to give you everything, and so, he tries again to comfort you. He reaches for your hand, gently taking it into his, it enveloping yours as he holds it as if it is the most delicate thing on earth.
âDonât.â you whisper, taking your hand away.
You didnât want to. God, you didnât want to. His hand felt like silk against yours, but you felt like you didnât deserve it. Compared to his, your hand was like felt, worth far less than his. You didnât want him to hold your hand, not like this. You wanted it to mean something, have some sort of value. Not for comfort. Not because heâs your best friend. Not because he felt bad. But because he loved you. Because he wanted to hold your hand and be proud as he held it. Because he wanted to claim you as is. Because you wanted to be his.
He lets go of your hand and stays silent for a moment. It was as if a part of him died inside as you pulled away your hand. All the thoughts that he was having a few seconds ago were replaced by sadness. His hands tightened into fists from the frustration of being unable to comfort you or take away your sadness. He wanted so desperately to try again, but he knew that there was nothing he could do right now. Slowly, he takes another drag of his cigarette, and you do the same with yours.
âDid you cry whenever he would talk about his girlfriend like that? Did you cry anytime he complimented her?â
You donât answer for a while. âYeah. When he told me he loved her, I cried later. After that, I pretended like I didn't care. And for a while, it worked. I would just hook up with guys and I would still talk and hang out with him because he didn't treat me like what everyone else saw me as. He never did. And that's one of the reasons I fell in love with him, I guess, but then sometimes...he would start talking about her and then I just...felt worse. At some point, I just kind of felt numb about it, especially after he told me about the first time they had sex. He talked about it like it was so special...like she was so special...and I just decided then and there I couldn't love him. So, I just pretended and after a while, I thought I didn't love him anymore, but one night, he started talking about how he couldn't lose his girlfriend, how he wanted to make things with her work and I felt that same feeling again, like I was going to be sick. Then, I heard him say what he really thought about me and that was the last time I cried about him.â
âWhat did he say about you? Did he insult you?â he asks as he feels himself becoming angry, wondering what this jerk couldâve possibly said about you to make you feel this way. But, you donât answer, you just remain quiet and that made him want to punch this guy even more. âDo you miss him?â he asks, quietly.
â...i miss being oblivious to the fact that I love him.â
He feels his heart drop when you say that. You still love him? He swallows, feeling like heâs choking and as if all of the oxygen has been sucked out of the atmosphere. âSoâŠyou do love him. Youâre still in love with him?â Once you ignore him again, the answer is clear. âYou do still love himâŠâ he mumbles. Anger courses through his veins because youâre in love with someone so fucking awful. How could you give all of yourself to someone who is too blind to see how much youâre worth? How much you mean and value you provide to the meaning of life itâs goddamn self? He watches as you continue smoking. âSo, you mean to tell me, after everything heâs done to you, you still love him?â
âHe doesnât know.â
âHe doesnât know youâre in love with him?â
âI told you, I never told him.â
This doesnât help him feel any less bad for you. Some douche was out and about being happy and in love while you suffer on the sidelines? âAre you ever going to tell him?â
You shake your head as you look down. How could you? Especially since youâre delivering this whole pathetic monologue and he still isnât taking any goddamn hint.Â
âIs it because heâs still with his girlfriend?â
âI donât want to talk about this.â you say as you finish your cigarette.
He becomes frustrated, âIs he?â
âNo.â
âSo, they broke up.â You ignore his question once more. He waits a few seconds before speaking up again, âIâm taking that as a âyesâ then.â
âWhy does it matter? Why do you care?â
âWhy do I care?â he asks as if this question has the most obvious answer. He scoffs and takes another drag out of frustration. âBecause Iâm your best friend, dumbass.â
This only makes you frown as you pinch your thigh again to stop the tears threatening to fall. He frowns as well when he sees this and reaches his hand over again. âStop.â he says as he grabs your hand. You look down at your hands and you take yours away again. He feels a lump form in his throat when you pull your hand away as a pit of sadness just keeps growing and growing in his stomach. âWhy are you doing that? âŠdo you honestly think I donât care about you?â You just keep staring ahead of you, not looking at him once. He takes another drag and sighs. âHave I ever given you a reason for you to think that I donât care? Have I hurt you like that guy did?â
His questions make you stay silent for a long time. You wish that you could just disappear. Or that you could go back in time and stop yourself from having these stupid feelings. OrâŠthat you never met him in the first place. Maybe then things would be easier. Better.
âJustâŠanswer me.â he says, pleading, almost. He wants you to understand that he is here for you, he always will be and nothing is going to get in the way of that anymore. He wants this to be clear, so he tries to hold your hand again to show his support, but you take it away once he does.
âAre you pretending or are you actually this clueless?â you ask, becoming frustrated, your voice having a hint of pain in it.
His stomach tightened when you rejected him once more. He doesnât look at you, suddenly afraid to see your expression. He doesnât know what to do, how to make you feel better. He stays silent for a moment and continues smoking. âPretending about what?â he asks. You become increasingly frustrated and pinch your thigh again. He notices and grabs your hand again, âStop.â he says sternly, but you pull your hand away.Â
âJesus, youâre the guy.â
He feels himself freeze. âWhat the hell do you mean âIâm the guyâ?â
âAre you dense?â you raise an eyebrow. âYouâre the guy Iâve been talking about this whole damn time!â
â...iâm the guy?â he asks, completely stunned. You let out a huff of frustration and stand up, walking away. He doesnât hesitate to stand up and go after you. He grabs your arm to stop you. âWait, you canât just leaveâŠâ
You keep pinching your thigh, a part of you believing it will wake you up from this nightmare as you avoid his gaze. You take your arm away from his grip. âJust forget it.â
âNo. You just said Iâm the guy, right? The one youâre in love with?â He asks, all of his focus on you. You ignore his question and turn around, walking away. He groans and he moves in front of you, stopping you. âYou love me?â But you just avoid his gaze and donât answer his question. He sighs, âIâm not letting you leave until you tell me.â
âNo.â
He frowns. âLook at me.â he whispers. âPleaseâŠâ he moves closer to you. âDo you love me?â
âWhy does it matter?â
âYou tell me. Why doesnât it matter?â
You punch your thigh harshly a few times as you finally look at him. Your breath hitches as tears well in your eyes, despite you trying to ignore them. âBecause Iâm just a slut.â
He grabs your hand and stops you. He feels panicked, not knowing what to do or say. He doesnât want you to cry or punish yourself. âStop it. Stop with that bullshit. Youâre not a slut, donât you dare ever call yourself that.â
âYou said it yourself. You agree with everyone else. I know you don't feel the same. I know you'll never talk about me the way you talk about Yujin or see me the way you see her. I know you said you guys broke up, but so what? I know what I am and I know that's all I'll ever be.â
He feels tears prick his own eyes as he listens to you. He shakes his head, âStop that. Stop saying that Iâll never feel the same. Stop saying that youâre just a slut.â
âIt doesnât matter.â
âIt does matter! It matters to me. Youâre not just âsome slutâ. Youâre my best friend.â
You frown as you feel the urge to cry become stronger. You take your hand away and you pinch your thigh again, just wanting the tears to go away. What he said made you feel awful. Itâs not what you wanted to hear. You didnât want to be just thatâŠand he just kept reminding you that thatâs all you are. â...do you honestly think that makes me feel better?â
He frowns, âFine. Maybe it doesnât make you feel better. But it should. Because itâs the fucking truth.â
âAre you even thinking about what I told you? Are you even thinking about how you're the guy I've been talking about? How every time you talked about Yujin, every time I saw you hold her hand, how you talked about her when you told me about the first time you guys had sex, that I just wanted to curl up and die? You don't get it. You calling me your best friend doesn't make me feel any fucking better. It makes me feel worse than when people call me a slut. But I don't want you to stand here and try to make me feel better, because if you think telling me you care about me because I'm your 'best friend' is going to make me feel better, then you haven't listened to a damn thing I've said.â
He stares at you sympathetically. He stares at you as he realizes just how badly heâs broken your heart. As he realizes he broke your heart.Â
âI don't want to be your best friend. I don't want you to tell me I'm your best friend.â You keep pinching your thigh harder, but tears roll down your cheeks anyway. âI wanted it to be me.â you say as you cry even though you keep pinching harder. âI wanted to hold your hand romantically. I wanted you to smile at me the way you did with her. I wanted you to talk about me the way you talked about her.â Your breath hitches as you cry and pinch your thigh harder, your nails digging into your skin. âI wanted to be special to you. I wanted you to tell me you love me. I wanted to be your girlfriend...more than anything in the world.â You cry harder even though you try not to and you dig your nails more into your thigh.
Heâs never seen you cry. Not when you broke your arm, not when your pet goldfish died, not when your first boyfriend broke up with you, not even when you get incredibly frustrated. He has never seen you cry. But he hates it. He doesnât want to see you so sad, so hurt, in so much painâŠand he hated it even more because heâthe one person you loved more than anything elseâwas the one who was making you feel this way. He pulls you into him, hugging you tightly, just wanting to take your pain away, just wanting you toâŠfeel loved. But you push him away and wipe your tears, and he notices the imprints from your nails on your thighs. He doesnât even realize it, but he reaches his hand out and gently touches the marks as he looks at them. He touches the ridges softly and your skin feels so smooth to him, so precious, but you push his hand away. His eyes travel up to meet yours and he sees youâve stopped crying.
âWhy wouldnât you just have told me how you felt?â he asks, quietly.
âFor starters, you had a girlfriend. The other reason: it doesnât matter.â
âWhat if I never got with Yujin? What if I was single the whole time?â
âI didnât realize I loved you until you started dating herâŠâ
âWhy her? Iâve dated other girls before, so why her?â
You shrug, âSheâs the only one you really seemed to be serious aboutâŠthe only one you told you loved. BesidesâŠIâm not some sort of homewrecker.â
âI wish you told me.â he whispers. âYou were never going to tell me?â
âNo.â
âSo, you were just hoping I would never find out?â
âYes.â
âSo, you were just going to keep that secret for the rest of your life?â
âYeah.â
âSo, you were just going to live with that pain forever?â
âAre you going to keep asking the same question?â
âI just want to knowâŠâ he says as if heâs desperate. âWhyâŠwhy would you not tell me?â
âBecause you were with Yujin! Because you kept telling me how much you loved her! How pretty you thought she was, how happy you were to be with her, how smart and kind and funny and fucking perfect you thought she was! You were happy. You were happy with someone who wasn't me and although that killed me, you were happy. I couldn't do that to you.â you say as your voice breaks.
âSo that justified you suffering in silence? Why would you rather see me happy while you were in pain?â
You look at him like the answer was obvious. How does he not get it? You stare at him as you remain quiet, looking at him as if itâs your last time. âBecause I love you.â you say, softly.
He feels like youâre looking at him as if he is the most special person to walk on earth. He swallows out of nervousness as he realizes you gave him your heart completely. âYou love me so much that you were willing to put yourself through hell just to see me be happy?â He doesnât feel worthy of thatâŠbut you seem to think he is. You love him.
âWouldnât you have done the same for Yujin?â
You donât want to hear him answer this. You donât want to know, but you feel like he doesnât understand. You feel like you keep repeating yourself and heâs relishing in it.Â
He doesnât know how to answer. Would he? Hearing how you describe your love for him, he realizes what he felt for Yujin maybe wasnât love. Maybe it was comfort. Or security. Or the fact that someone wanted to be with him so seriously. Maybe he did love her, butâŠnot the way you love him. This sounds like love. This sounds like what he was supposed to feel. âYesâŠâ he says, not really sure if thatâs true. He wants to believe he loves her. He wants to believe he didnât waste almost four years on something that ends up meaning absolutely nothing. He has to love her.
âThen you get it.â
âDid you just hope we would break up one day so you and I would get together?â
You sigh, âYou still don't get it. I know you don't feel the same way. I know I am not the type of girl you want to be with. I'm not the type of girl any guy wants to be with seriously.â
How could you say that about yourself? Sunghoon doesnât believe any of that, not for a single fucking second. âThat isnât true. Youâre smart, kind, funny, and pretty.â
âStop.â
âNo. Itâs true. Everything I just said is true. You think no guy would be able to fall in love with you, but they would. You would make an awesome girlfriend.â he tries to reassure you.
You donât want any guy.
âYouâre not making me feel better.â
âWhat am I supposed to do, then? Agree with the bullshit youâre saying about yourself? Because thatâs not fucking happening.â
âWhat I want you to sayâŠyou canât.â
âTry me. Tell me.â
You just look at him. He doesnât get it. He isnât saying it because he doesnât feel the same. This realization makes you feel like youâre crumpling. You look at him, defeated. If you have to tell him, you know he would only say it to make you feel better, not because he actually wants to. That. Thatâs what hurts the most. He would say it because youâre his best friendâŠbut you donât want to be.
â...are you going to try and get back together with Yujin?â
He pauses. He thinks about it for a second. âRight nowâŠI donât know. I guess a part of me wants to try still. Does that make me shitty?â Heâs not sure why he does. Yujin is the first girl heâs ever told he lovedâŠand he doesnât say it often. Maybe heâs like you, in a way. He doesnât really like saying stuff like that. It felt weird when he said it. But he thinks thatâs just because heâs never said it before.Â
âWhy would I?â
âI feel like an asshole for even considering it after everything youâve told me-â
âSheâs the one you love.â
âIâm not so sure about that.â he says, truthfully. He just needs to think. He just needs one damn second to think.
âThen let me make it clear: be with her. From my perspective, she's the one you want. What I told you, how I so stupidly cried in front of you, that doesn't matter. I told you this earlier: you should've chosen her. So just, make up with her tomorrow or whatever and be with her.â you swallow. â...but I can't be your friend.â
He sees you giving up. He hears it. He hates it. His mind is running a thousand miles per minute, he canât fucking think and itâs pissing him off. âItâs not that easy. I canât just âchooseâ between the two of you. Iâm confused, I justâŠI want to be with whoever makes me happy.â
Heâs always been happy with you. Sure, you two fought, but you always got over it. You make him happy. So goddamn happy. But heâs scared. He just gave nearly four years of his life to YujinâŠwhat if itâs because he does love her?Â
âThatâs her.â
âHow are you so sure itâs not you?â
âI know.â
He groans in frustration. âSo, I have to choose between the two of you?â
You. He chooses you. Heâs not sure about the rest of it, but all he knows is that he chooses you. Four years with Yujin doesnât compare to the years you and him have had together. Nothing else matters. You. Just you.
âJust be with her.â
âWhat if I want to be with you?â
He hasnât thought about it. Maybe he chooses you only as a best friend. What if he doesnât choose you for love? âŠdoes he love you? He recalls the teasing from classmates when you guys were younger, but he's never really given any thought to it possibly becoming real. Does he love you the same way he loves Yujin? Does he even love Yujin? He doesnât knowâŠhe just doesnât know.
âYou donât.â
âAnd what makes you so sure that I choose Yujin over you? What makes you so sure youâre ânot enoughâ for me?â
â...because you wouldâve chosen me first.â
âI can still choose you.â
You sigh, âYou're making this complicated. You know she's the one you love, stop feeling bad for me like I'm some lost puppy and just admit it. I don't want your pity and I certainly don't want you to say you âchoose meâ because you're confusing your pity for feelings. Stop saying I'm this great girl and stop saying any guy would be lucky to have me, that makes me feel worse. So just make up with Yujin and get back with her. Reassure her that you love her because you do and tell her I won't be a problem anymore because you and I aren't anything anymore. Problem solved.â
Is this really what you believed? Is this really what you thought? He just needed some time, he canât think. He doesnât know what to think anymore. You were speaking as if it was impossible for him to love you, but what if he does? How is he supposed to know? How did he know with Yujin? Heâs questioning whether he even loved her since he canât even compare how he feels about you with whatever he felt with her. He just knows itâs stronger. But stronger in what way? He sees how youâre looking at him and he realizes the only way for him to succeed in making you feel betterâwhich is what he truly wantsâis to just listen to you. He doesnât want to. But he wants to see you be happy, even if it means he isnât.
âAre you really sure this is what you want me to do?â he barely asks, the words leaving his mouth without any fervor, as if he never wanted to utter them in the first place. As if he doesnât want to hear your answer; see you walk out of his life.
You donât answer him. You just look at him before walking past him. You hold your breath, knowing that once you exhale, youâre going to start sobbing. You felt so lonely. So lonely. Youâve always had himâŠand then you lost him to YujinâŠand now, youâve lost him for good.
He doesnât turn around to look at you as you walk away, because he knows if he does, he will run after you and that clearly isnât what you want. You want to let him go, at least thatâs how he understands it. He doesnât want that. He wants you. He knows that much, he knows he needs you. Heâs not sure how things will look without you now. He never thought it would be like this, but here he is. âŠwhy does this feel so much worse than when Yujin walked away from him? Why does this hurt more than his actual breakup? The reason is one he doesnât want to admit. He realizes the answer and he refuses to let it grow to fruition. He doesnât know why it took him until now to figure it out, but heâll realize that later. He wanted timeâŠnow, heâs got it.
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Deja vu. Thatâs what this all feels like. Here Sunghoon was, again, at another stupid frat party around midnight. Here he was, again, with Yujin. He took your advice, he decided to apologize and get back together with her, and these past few months without you have felt like torture. Even using torture to describe it seems too dull. He has thought about nothing but you. Heâs heard around campus about people youâve hooked up with, but he doesnât feed into it. As he stands here with Yujin at this godforsaken party, all he can feel is regret. He leans against a wall as Yujin talks with her friends and he practically chugs his drink. He doesnât even want to leave the party because he doesn't think it's worth to waste any of his wants on anything but you. You make up all of his desires and he wants nothing more than for you to be back into his life. He finishes the rest of his drink and to his surprise, he does see you. He stands up straighter as he looks at you, but feels like his insides are on fire when he realizes youâre making out with Sungchan. On the couch. On the couch, you are making out with Sungchan. On the couch, Sungchan is running his hands along your hips and waist. On the couch, you let him.Â
You would be lying if you said you didnât miss Sunghoon. A part of you went missing the night you walked away from him. Youâve seen him around campus with Yujin and eventually, it finally felt like you were over it all. Over him. You wouldnât say youâve been getting around quite frequently, but you wonât lie when you say that you did get with some guys to help get over him. It didnât work. But you wonât admit to that. To you, at least, youâre over it. Over him. Sungchan helped a bit with some of the lonely nights, but you two arenât anything serious. Heâs not into that sort of thing and, hey, neither are youâŠso this is fine. He doesnât lie to you about how he feels or what he wants and for that, youâre grateful. Although, you do have to admit, making out with him feels boring. Being with him feels boring. Itâs not fun like it used to beâŠand even then, you arenât completely sure it was even fun in the first place. Whatever, youâll get into it at some point.
Sunghoon watches, now it really feels like deja vu. Is he dreaming? OrâŠis this him getting a second chance? Is this when he can finally pull you away from Sungchan and be there for you? Finally tell you how he feels? How he felt the whole timeâŠ? Suddenly, his spirits are slightly lifted, that is, until Yujin crosses her arms and scoffs before shoving him. Sunghoon is surprised and turns his attention towards her. Some people look at them, but Yujin doesnât care, she just looks at Sunghoon, furious.
âDo you even want me to be your girlfriend?â
Maybe honesty wouldnât be best right now. âI doâŠâ
âThen stop looking at her.â
âLetâsâŠnot make a scene.â he says, trying to calm her down.
âJust be honest for once: do you love me or her?â
He doesnât know how to answer. He knows his answer, heâs had months to figure it out. ButâŠyou made yourself clear. You were done with each other. He sighs. âCan I get a moment to figure it out?â he asks, honestly a bit surprised he didnât just cave and reassure her.
Yujin frowns and scoffs. âLet me ask you this, then. Do you wish that you were making out with her?â
He looks back at you and Sungchan, seeing him whisper something to you and you giggling before he kisses you again. He looks back at Yujin. âYeah.â he swallows, gathering all of his courage. âBut, that soundsâŠawful. Itâs like you want me to admit I regret getting back together with you or something-â
âDo you?â
âYes.â he answers without hesitation. He feels all of his muscles tense up. Did he really just say that? WellâŠitâs the truth, but he never thought he would say it. He feelsâŠbetter.
Yujin quickly squashes that by slapping him, âWeâre done.â she says before storming out, her friends following. Sure, the slap hurt, but as Sunghoon looks back at you and SungchanâŠthe pain from the slap seems so insignificant in comparison.
You decide to tell Sungchan youâre getting a drink, so you get up from the couch and go into the kitchen. You pour yourself a drink and once you do, you walk to the backyard and take a seat on the patio.Â
Sunghoon figures you want to be aloneâŠbut finds himself following you outside anyway. He walks over to you cautiously. You and him have spoken consistently for practically your whole lives, but he finds himself struggling to even say a simple sentence or ask a question. The time youâve spent apart was multiple daysâŠtoo many fucking days in his opinion. He canât stand it. âCan I sit here?â he asks, referencing the spot beside you. You shrug as you take a sip of your drink. He feels relieved, baby steps, right? He takes a seat beside you and thinks for a moment on how to keep the conversation going. âSoâŠwhat were you telling Sungchan?â âŠhas he lost the ability to socialize or something because why was this the question he asks? He bites his bottom lip a bit in frustration at himself.
âSpying on me?â you tease as you extend your cup, offering him some.
Sunghoon chuckles softly and shakes his head. Hearing your voice for the first time in months makes him remember just how much heâs missed you. He feels like everything in his life is restored and he smiles a bit. âYou guys were all over each other on the couch, is it really weird for me to wonder?â
You shrug, âI mean, just typical flirting and dirty talk or whatever. Why?â
He feels his breath catch in his throat. âDirty talkâ?...what the fuck? âUmâŠno reasonâŠI guess I was justâŠcurious or something.â he mumbles.
âAre you here with Yujin?â you ask as you take another sip of your drink.
He shakes his head. âWell, not anymore. She broke up with me soâŠIâm alone now.â he realizes how that mightâve come off. âAlone here nowâŠnotâŠme alone altogetherâŠor anything.â he cringes and looks away from you, feeling completely stupid.Â
âWhat? Why did she break up with you?â
âSheâŠsaw meâŠlooking at you and SungchanâŠso she broke up with me.â he says, not really wanting to say the other stuff from the argument. You laugh in response and he frowns. âDonât laugh.â
You nudge his shoulder, âItâs okay. If she broke up with you for that dumb of a reason, her loss.â You say as you take another sip.
He smiles slightly. It feels like old times. It feels like he has you back. It feels like you want him back. âYeah, youâre probably right. Itâs probably best I donât have her constantly being suspicious about me and you.â
âEspecially since we havenât talked in months.â
He feels caught off guard by your blunt statement. Sure, itâs trueâŠbut it sounds like you didnât miss him. âYeahâŠwe havenât talked in a while.â You just take another sip of your drink and he looks back at you. âIâve missed you.â He waited for you to say something back, but you didnât. âIâve umâŠmissed talking to you like before. Like, beforeâŠeverything got complicated and stuff-â
âI know what you meant.â
He nods his head a bit, everything now feeling awkward. âSoâŠwhat have you been up to? Anything interesting happen?â
âNope.â
âReally? Nothing? Nothing at all?â
âYupâ you say as you take another drink.
âSoâŠfor the past few months, youâve done absolutely nothing interesting?â he asks, his tone being more lighthearted and joking to try and diffuse the tension.
âNo offense, but Iâm not really looking to âcatch upâ with you.â
Sunghoon feels his heart stop for a moment, but he tries to play it off. âOkay, ouch.â he laughs nervously, âSo youâre not even remotely interested in talking with me?â
You shrug, âI dunno. These past few months without you, Iâve kinda just been doing my own thing, I guess.â
Your response left him feeling worthless. Like, he didnât even mean a single thing to you before. Which, he knows isnât trueâŠbut you sound like you mean it. âSo, you havenât missed me at all? Not even talking to me?â
âAt first, yeah. But donât worry, Iâm not in love with you anymore.â
â...youâre notâŠin love with me anymoreâŠ?â he asks as he feels his blood run cold. You just shake your head and continue drinking from your cup. His heart sinks immediately. He feels small; insignificant. His mind jumps back to Sungchan and he frowns. âAre you in love with him now?â
âHim?â
âSungchan.â
âEh,â you shrug, âweâre not dating, just casual, I guess.â
âSo, youâre not exclusive with him?â
âNo.â
âAnd youâre okay with that?â
âYeah.â
He feels himself growing jealous and frustrated. How could you give yourself to someone who doesnât love you? Sunghoon feels upset, realizing he unintentionally did the same thing, but still, not to this extent. He knows you. He knows you donât want thisâŠhopefully. But he sure as hell knows that you donât deserve this.Â
âThatâs ridiculous. How can you be committed to this?â
âIâm not committed.â
He groans, âThatâsâŠnot what I meant. What do you two even get out of this?â
You shrug, âWhy do you care? I get youâre a relationship guy even though youâve only been serious with one girl, but donât shit on me and what I choose to do.â
The way you spoke got under his skin. âI care because I happen to care about the people around me. In case you havenât noticed, I care about you.â But you just roll your eyes. âDonât roll your eyes. Iâm being serious. Why do you feel like this isnât worth talking about?â
âBecause we arenât friends. We arenât anything. I donât need your input.â
It feels like youâve slapped him in the face, and this time, it fucking stings. âWhat do you mean we arenât friends? We grew up together, how the hell are we not friends?â
âAre you stupid?â
âAm I stupid?â he asks, offended and frustrated. He was starting to lose his patience. âNo. Iâm not. I still consider you as my friend. We grew up together, went to the same schools, hung out every damn day, how is none of that relevant?â
âWe havenât spoken in months.â
âSo what?â he asks, feeling as though your friendship suddenly means less than nothing to you, somehow.
âI told you that night that I wasnât going to be your friend anymore.â
He freezes. He knows. He also knows you donât just say shit without it meaning anything. He knows you arenât friends anymore, but he doesnât want that. He doesnât want you to be nothing to each other. He thought that if, maybe, he admitted he still sees you as his friend, you would admit the same. But you donât. And now he feels that same empty feeling. âSoâŠyouâre just fine with letting us go without a second thought?â
You look at him, âDo you not remember anything from that night? Of course if fucking hurt; I was in love with you.â
âSo it does matter.â
You sigh, âIt doesnât matter anymore; that was a long time ago.â you say as you take another sip.
He looks at you for a moment, feeling like his heart has become a punching bag and you were just taking any hit you could. Was this really the same person he grew up with? That he⊠âHow could it not matter anymore? We used to mean the world to each otherâŠhow can that justâŠbeâŠover?â
You look at him, âBecause I had to get over you.â
âItâs not that easy. I spent everyday thinking about you. Everyday.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I love you!â He thought your question was so redundant, he honestly didnât even realize what he said at first.Â
âButâŠâ you sit there, stunned. He finally said what you wanted him to say for so long, even if it was with a frustrated tone, stillâŠit counted. âWhat about Yujin?â
âSheâŠshe doesnât matter. You do. She always suspected I was in love with you-â
âWell, this is news to me.â
He deadpans. âAre you being fucking serious? I get I never said it before, butâŠâ he pauses; he sees what you mean. âOkayâŠbutâŠyou never once thought it was possible that I love you?â
âNo. Because that night when I told you that I was in love with you, you just kept saying I was your best friend. Youâre so full of it.â
âIâm not full of it! I justâŠfor fucks sake, I just didnât know. I thoughtâŠI donât know, I thought maybe for you it was just passing, or something, I donât know what I thought I justâŠI donât know.â
âRight. So as I stood there, crying my eyes out as I told you how much I loved you, you thought it was one sided.â you say as you roll your eyes.
âIâŠâ he feels like he did that night, like he canât think. âI just didnât know, maybe something was holding me back, I donât know.â
âI know why.â
He looks at you, relieved, thankful that you understand what he means. âYou do?â
âOf course you didnât want to admit to that. How embarrassing for you to have a crush on one of the schoolâs biggest sluts.â
He frowns. âThatâs not what I mean. You honestly think itâs embarrassing for me to like you?â
âExactly. And you knew that. I donât blame you, no guy wants their girlfriend to be a whore.â You take another sip of your drink and you look at him. âLook, Iâm not mad. I got over it and I honestly donât care anymore. I know what I am and I know that until we graduate, thatâs all Iâll probably be. But it doesnât matter. Yujin breaking up with you not too long ago was dumb, youâre a really great guy, but youâll find someone else.â You take another sip, âI should probably head back in and find Sungchan.â
He felt anger wash over him. Not because you donât believe him about being in love with you. Not because you were going to Sungchan. But because of the fact that you believe the things you say about yourself. Youâre so special, so goddamn special, and Sunghoon is so scared as he realizes he may be too late.
âAnd what if I donât want to find someone else? What if I donât want anyone else but you?â
You look at him for a moment. âDo you remember how you would talk about Yujin with me? You may not remember everything you said, but I remember it all and I remember how you looked as you said it. You talked about her like she was the most special and most beautiful girl in the world. You had this smile that you only had with herâŠâ you pause for a moment, âYou may say you have feelings for meâŠbut they're not like the ones you had for her, and thatâs okay. I donât want you to feel bad because you deserve to be happy, but you also deserve to find another girl that makes you talk and feel that same wayâŠand I know thatâs not me.â
Youâre so wrong. Youâre so fucking wrong and it was pissing him off. He wishes he just figured this out earlier. He wishes that he asked you out instead. He wishes that he told you he loves you that night. He wishes he kissed you. He wishes he held you and didnât let go. He swallows, âYou remember everything I said?â he asks, slightly surprised to hear that. Honestly, he doesnât even remember what he said. Not anymore.
âOf course I doâŠI wanted nothing more than for it to be me.â you say quietly as you take a sip and sigh. âBut like I said, water under the bridge.â
He feels tears begin to form. âWhy did we have to grow apart? Why didnât you just talk to me? Just one damn word. Something. I didnât want to lose you.â
âI canât be your friend.â
âWhy not?â
You look at him for a long moment, just staying quiet. â...Iâm only going to say this onceâŠbut if I stayed your friend, I would just keep hurting myselfâŠI would still love you.â
He stays quiet for a while. Even the loud music and chatter from the people inside seemed to drown out as he looked at you; youâre all that matters; youâre all that deserves his attention. â...did it hurt when we would talk everyday?â
You sigh softly and shake your head. âNot until you started dating Yujin. Before that, everything was fine. But once she happenedâŠit hurt like hell.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI told you. I couldnât do that to you, you were happy.â
âI would have wanted to know. I would have wanted to be there for youâŠâ
You laugh a little, âNo, thatâs weird.â You shake your head and still laugh a little, âItâs fine, Iâm over it.âÂ
âItâs not weird. Itâs not okay for you to act like everything is fine.â he says, softly.
âWhy are you trying to rehash this? Thereâs no point. Or do you like to hear about how I used to love you and it gives you some sort of ego boost or something?â you ask, not wanting to dive back into thisâŠnot again. He shakes his head, but he sighs. What is the point? You arenât believing him and youâve said it yourselfâŠyouâre over him. You stand up and his eyes follow you, âIâm gonna go find Sungchan. Later.â you say, not really meaning the âlaterâ part, but nonetheless, you walk away and all he can do is watch you leaveâŠagain.
He heads back into the party, wanting to find solace in getting batshit drunk or something, but he continues to torture himself by watching you dance with Sungchan. His eyes only focus on you, sure, heâs jealous and pissed off that youâre with Sungchan, but he only sees you. Sees how you move and he finds himself wishing you were dancing with him.Â
Sungchan pulls you closer, just whispering sweet nothings in your ear and you feel his hands grab your ass. You giggle a little and try to enjoy your time with him as he starts kissing your neck. You laugh softly as you dance with him and, unfortunately for Sunghoon, heâs bearing witness to it all. His hand practically crushes his red solo cup as fury ignites within him when he watches what Sungchan is doing. That should be him. Not that he would be soâŠvulgar with his actions, but it should still be him instead. He sees Sungchan whisper something to you as he takes your hand and starts taking you upstairs.Â
As he watched the two of you making your way upstairs, his whole body shook and trembled in rage. Every step that the two of you took together enraged him. He hated the way you casually held his hand and how he casually walked you up the stairs. He hated how he acted as if he had every right to touch you like that. He hated the fact that you were both so comfortable with one another at this point. He hated the fact that he was leading you away to his roomâŠ
You were so focused on following Sungchan, you were surprised to feel a tug on your other hand once you reached the top of the stairs. Both Sungchan and you stop and you turn to see Sunghoon holding your other hand.Â
Sunghoon felt at ease, like he was grounded when he felt your hand in his. This made him more confident as he tugged you towards him, wanting you away from Sungchan. This pisses Sungchan off and he scoffs as he looks at Sunghoon.Â
âThe hell?â Sungchan says, not in the mood for any games. He tugs the hand he was holding, pulling you back towards him, but you find yourself only focused on Sunghoon as your heart starts to beat faster.
Sunghoon pulls you back towards him, his grip on your hand tightening. âBack off.â he says as he glares at Sungchan.Â
âYou back off.â Sungchan says as he tugs you back towards him.
Sunghoon realized that you were just being tugged around, so he stopped, but he kept holding your hand. âLet go of her.â
âYou let go of her.â He looks at you, âWho the hell is this guy?â Sungchan asks, annoyed.
âSomeone who actually loves her instead of using her.â
You look at Sunghoon, surprised to hear him say that. Sure, he said he loved you earlierâŠbut this time when he said it, he said it like it was what he meant to say; what he wanted to say.
Sungchan laughs. âYou love her?â
Sunghoon glares at him. âYes. I love her. Now back off.â
Sungchan scoffs and puts his arm around you. âTell you what, bud, you can have her when Iâm done.â Sungchan winks as he pulls you towards him.
Sunghoon feels enraged. This asshole was acting so entitled, acting like he won this argument when Sunghoon knew damn well he wasnât giving up. The fact that he had the nerve to call him âbudâ too made Sunghoon want to throw him down the flight of fucking stairs. How he treated you was disgusting, talking about you like that in front of you. Sunghoon tugged you towards him one last time and Sungchan rolled his eyes.Â
âWhatever.â Sungchan looks at you, âYou know where my room is.â he says as he winks at you before walking away.
Sunghoon grimaces as Sungchan leaves, but feels better once heâs gone. The whole time, you were just looking at Sunghoon and you feel as though your heart is beating out of your chest as he holds your hand. After what he said. After all of this. He meets your gaze and he looks at you in a much more gentle manner.Â
âYou deserve so much moreâŠâ he whispers, his breath lightly brushing along your face since youâre so close together. âIâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry-â
âStop.â
âNo.â he says as he lets go of your hand and uses it instead to gently cup your face. âI wasnât lying. You are all Iâve thought about for these past few months and youâre all I can ever think about. Iâve missed you every single damn second of the day and Iâm sorry I was too scared to say it all before. I love you. And all this time, Iâve just thought about what you mean to me and the answer is everything; you mean everything to me. ...that seems like such a vague thing to say now that I say it out loud.â he chuckles softly, âBut everything means nothing if youâre not with me. Eating, sleeping, breathing, blinking, are all pointless if I canât spend one goddamn second with you. Iâm not embarrassed of you and I only realized that night when you left that Iâve always been in love with you. Always. What I felt with Yujin is all meaningless when I compare it to how I feel about you. I love you. It was never her. Not for even a millisecond. You asked me if I would put myself through pain just to see her happy and I told you yes. I lied. I thought that was what I would do, but I realized I actually did that with you. I let you walk away because thatâs what you wanted. I didnât want that, god-â he takes a sharp inhale as he rests his forehead on yours, âItâs always been youâŠand Iâm so sorry I never said it until now. Iâm so sorry I put you through all of that shit. Iâm so sorry, but pleaseâŠâ he whispers as he looks into your eyes, all of his focus only on you. âI love you.â
You feel your breath hitch slightly and you feel so tempted just to kiss him, but you hold yourself back. You smile a little bit and pull away slightly, feeling relieved. â...I need to smoke. You want one?â you ask as you take his hand, going into an empty bedroom.Â
He closes the door behind the two of you as you walk over and sit on the bed, opening the window beside it. He sits beside you as you take out your pack and he smiles a bit. âYeah, I do.â he says as you hand him one. He watches as you light yours and then you light his for him. You both sit silently for a moment as you smoke, it being a comfortable silence until he speaks. âThank you.â he says, mainly for lighting his cigarette, but he does want it to apply to you not leaving him again.
âI forgive you.â you say after a moment.
âYou do?â he asks as he takes a drag and looks at you.
âYeah.â you say as you take another drag yourself. âBut youâve got to get better at saying how you feel.â you tease.
He scoffs playfully and nudges your arm. âSays you.â he mumbles as he continues to smoke.
You laugh softly and shrug. âWeâll work on it.â you say before exhaling your smoke and he nods his head a bit as you both look out of the window for a moment. You glance at him and inhale from your cigarette before gently pulling him towards you. He turns his head to look at you and you kiss him gently, shotgunning the smoke slowly into his mouth.
His eyes widen a bit as his heart beats rapidly. He closes his eyes as he inhales, letting the smoke slowly fill his lungs while he leans forward to kiss you back, indulging in the feeling of your lips on his even if it wasnât an actual kiss. After blowing out the smoke, you break the kiss and watch as he exhales the smoke. He does it slowly, feeling as though his lips are tingling, begging to meet yours again. He smirks a bit after he exhales all of the smoke and looks at you. âDamnâŠthat was good.â he whispers as he blushes a bit.
You grin, taking another drag, âIâve missed you.â
He takes a drag as well as smiles softly. âIâve missed you, too.â It goes quiet, but this time, a comfortable silence as you two smoke. He blows some smoke out of the window and looks back at you. âDo you thinkâŠwe could give this another shot?â
You follow suit and blow some smoke out of the window before looking at him. âOur friendship orâŠsomething more this time?â
âSomething more. Both, hopefully.â he smirks a bit as he says this, taking another drag.
You smirk a little back and chuckle softly, âI really want that.â
âSo do I.â he whispers as his eyes lock onto yours. He smiles softly, âWeâre going to be official.â
He reaches for your hand and carefully interlaces his fingers with yours. You take another drag as you smile shyly. âGoodâŠâ you say, softly.
Your fingers seem to fit with his perfectly; everything about you is perfect and it was things like this that make him realize it all the more. You hold hands as you smoke silently, both feeling a fluttering excitement in your stomachs as your relationship dynamic shifts to one that you both have been longing for before you even realized it yourselves. He glances at you as he exhales some smoke.
âGood? WowâŠI was expecting some more passion out of that.â he teases, gently squeezing your hand.
You laugh before finishing your cigarette and putting it out. You turn your body a bit to face him, âWhat aboutâŠfucking incredible?â
He laughs loudly at your new choice of phrasing. He calms down after a moment, âThatâs more like it.â he says with a grin before smoking his cigarette again. His gaze lingers on you as he watches you smile at his reaction. Stunning. He leans in, letting go of your hand, placing his left hand beside you on the bed as his lips meet yours, kissing you.Â
You donât waste a single second, kissing him back immediately as your hand makes its way to the back of his head, your fingers threading with his hair as you push yourself slightly forward, pressing your lips against his more. He inhales sharply as he moves his left arm around your waist, pulling you closer, desperately. He puts out his cigarette and discards it, using his other arm to wrap around you as well as he pulls you onto his lap. You part your legs, straddling his lap as you grin a bit into the kiss, both of your hands using their fingers to gently tug on the ends of his soft hair. You feel yourself fill with excitement, the fact that this is really happening after every inch of your body has desired this exact moment makes you feel restless.Â
Sunghoon runs his hands up and down your thighs, squeezing them gently, before moving them up to your hips, and then your waist. His hands suddenly felt so big against your skin, his fingers sending shivers throughout your whole body anywhere they touch. He opens his mouth slightly more and you take this as a sign to slip your tongue into it. He grins, this time, and he pulls you closer to him by gripping your waist; your bodies now pressed tightly against each other. He moves his hands to cup your face and you move yours to rest against his chest, your fingers tightly gripping his shirt in an attempt to somehow kiss him deeper. His tongue glides across yours as he kisses you with increasing desperation. The need for you grows every second that passes, he has to kiss every inch of you, he has to make you his, he has to make you feel loved; the only thoughts devouring his mind at this very moment consisted of nothing but you and his need to ensure you only ever want him.Â
The kiss becomes sloppy, both of your lips becoming covered in one another, and you feel yourself craving more. So much more. You bite his bottom lip a little, testing to see if this will make him decide to take initiative, resulting in him gasping softly and releasing a low moan. He liked it. He liked it a lot. He moves his hands back to your waist, pushing you down against his lap and his jaw loosens a bit as he loses his breath, feeling you finally press against his erection. You moan softly, enjoying the feeling of some sort of contact where you desperately needed it the most and it felt so good knowing he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. He couldnât take it anymore, he had to have you.Â
One of his hands grips your thigh and his other arm goes back to wrapping around your waist as he picks you up a bit and lays you back against the bed, not once breaking the kiss; at this point, kissing you has become his oxygen supply. Feeling your hands on him is the only thing keeping him alive. His lips part from yours only to kiss along your jaw, just below your ear, and down to your neck. You gasp softly and your eyelids flutter closed as you relish in the feeling of his soft lips kissing your skin. He takes one of his hands and uses it to move some of your hair out of the way, placing it on the back of your head, pulling your hair softly to move your head back so he has more room to work with on your neck. You let out a soft moan, feeling him leave open mouthed kisses on every single inch of your skin, him making sure he doesnât miss a single spot.Â
He opens his eyes a bit and looks at you, to see how heâs making you feel. He watches as your lips part slightly as you take in small gasps of air, as if he leaves you utterly breathless; youâve never looked more beautiful. He watches to see what spot of your neck when he kisses it that you seem to like the most. Once he gets to a certain spot and watches you bite your bottom lip a bit, he smirks slightly against your skin and sucks gently on the area. His tongue laps the spot a bit as he sucks and nibbles on it; this was his spot now. You moan softly and you feel your breath slightly catch in your throat as he leaves a hickey. He leaves a few soft pecks on the spot a little after heâs left his mark and he smiles a bit to himself.Â
You feel the warmth of his body pull away from yours and your eyes open as you look at him. The moon shined a bit through the window, the light falling beautifully on him as he looked at you with a slightly flushed face. He looked back at you, seeing you laying on this bed, all for him, he felt like he was going crazy. He sits on his knees between your legs as his hands run along your thighs; he just keeps looking at you, admiring all of you. You lay there, looking at him, feeling your body become hot as he looks at you through hooded eyes, as if you leave him in a trance. Your breathing picks up in speed as he runs his hands painfully slow along your thighs and as much as you want to pull him back towards you, you feel as though youâre frozen.Â
He takes a slow, deep breath, as his left hand travels up to gently take your right hand. He holds it up softly, separating your fingers with his as he loosely holds your hand, his gaze now focusing on your hands. He raises your hand up and leans in, raising it to his mouth. He softly plants his lips on your fingertips, kissing them softly, up to your knuckles, trailing his lips to the back of your hand, then gently turning it to kiss along the palm of your hand. He closes his eyes as he kisses down your arm--slowly--and gently lays your arm back at your side as he kisses up to your shoulder. His hands move to the hem of your short dress, slowly sliding it up, you raising your hips to help him, and he stops, leaving it bunched around your waist as he goes back to kissing along your shoulder. He gently pushes the strap of your dress down your shoulder as he focuses on kissing your body, moving along your collarbone. He breathes deeply, pushing the other strap out of the way as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your left shoulder, down your arm, his hands gently holding it up as he kisses up to your wrist. You watch him, feeling as if your body is constantly shivering, still dressed (albeit, your dress is pushed up), yet feeling completely exposed. His hand envelopes over your left hand as he kisses your palm like he cherishes your entire being, the way he looks is as if heâs wanted to do this his whole life.Â
He kisses your fingers, knuckles, and fingertips, opening his eyes slowly as he lets go of your arm gently. He moves his hands back to your waist, pulling your dress up more and you sit up, realizing your body is shaking, and he kisses your forehead before pulling your dress off carefully, like heâs afraid if he does it too fast, youâll break. He lets the dress fall to the ground, the fabric hitting the hard wood floor just as softly as he lets it go. Itâs as if the room is silent, no muffled music from downstairs, no rolling of tires from the occasional cars passing on the streets, no soft wind hitting the curtains, nothing except the quiet breaths escaping from his and your lips. He feels his erection become even more painfully hard as he looks at you, and he swallows, honestly trying not to let out a moan just at the sight of you. His breath stifles a little as he places his hand on the small of your back, steadying you as he leans back in, kissing the top of your chest. He feels himself growing more desperate, desperate to feel every inch of your skin on his lips, on his fingertips.Â
He breathes in sharply as he presses his face more into your chest, his lips sloppily kissing along your chest as his need for you grows. His tongue trails along your skin and he shudders, his hands becoming shaky as he holds your waist, all his focus practically on making out with your chest. A low moan elicits from him and from the way he was kissing your chest with such desperation made you moan softly in response, one of your bra straps falling a little off your shoulder from his movements. Itâs as if he senses it and just decides to unclasp your bra, still trying to let it slide off of you slowly and hold himself back, but once he sees you take it off, your bare chest exposed, he feels himself get so close to cumming in his pants. He gently lays you back on the bed, wasting no time, however, to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Your breath hitches and you moan as he releases his desperation. Kissing, sucking, and fondling your breasts, small whimpers coming from him as he feels elated to finally be doing this. Spit covers your chest almost instantly as he licks and sucks, kneading your breasts, moaning as the soft flesh squeezes and molds beneath his hands. And itâs only until he feels his breathing becoming quick, his dick aching in his pants, is when he stops. He pulls away slightly, his hair slightly covering his eyes as he stares at them, his trembling fingers squeezing and spreading his spit along them, his thumbs pressing and circling your nipples, and you feel as if ripples just went throughout your entire body.
You gently push his hair away from his face and he goes back to kissing along your stomach, down to your panties. You can feel momentarily the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead when you push his hair away, running your fingers through his locks and he whines softly against your skin, his hands gripping your sides and finally moving to the edge of your panties. You wait in anticipation, expecting him to take them off, so you raise your hips slightly, but he pulls away. You poutâonly slightlyâas you look at him with a confused expression. He smiles sweetly, as if heâs not the one that caused you to quite literally soak through your panties. Heâs noticed, god, heâs noticed, but it takes everything in him not to behave like some animal. So, with that, he moves his hands down to your feet, slowly taking off your shoes for you before setting them on the ground. He moves back a little, leaning down to kiss along your leg, stopping at your knee, before moving to do the same thing to the other leg, but this time, he kisses up your thigh, leaving open mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh, gently nipping at your skin, and up to your hip. He gazes at you through his eyelashes as he moves to kiss along the other thigh, closing his eyes as he moans deeply against your skin, his tongue running along your skin.
He takes in a shaky, deep breath, and you feel your whole body become stiff once you feel his warm breath scatter so deliciously on your core. He gently places his hand over your sopping panties and your breath hitches, your whole body feeling grateful for some sort of contact. His brows furrowed as he slowly rubs his middle finger along your clothed slit, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels even more of your wetness seep through the fabric as he pushes into it. His mind feels hazy; he has to taste you. He takes his hand away, licking his middle finger and he feels as if his whole body exploded. He moans quietly to himself, before gripping your thighs and sticking his tongue out, licking a slow, long stripe between your clothed folds to your clit. Your eyes roll back as you gasp and moan. His fingers dig into the skin of your thighs as he feels himself lose all sense of sanity. He wanted nothing more than to take his time, but fuck, he canât do it anymore.Â
His lips instantly latch around your clothed clit, sucking and lapping his tongue as he starts to subconsciously rut his hips against the mattress. His saliva soaks your panties entirely as he presses his tongue more firmly, causing you to moan louder, gasping, as your hand makes its way to his hair, your fingers tangling in it. He moans and pulls away only a little before diving back in, pushing your panties to the side with his face as he makes out between your folds. His jaw is working overtime, his tongue lapping and picking up as much of you as you can give, His nose bumps against your clit as he loses himself in your taste, eating you out like a madman. He groans and moans into you, his hip movements stuttering as he licks all the way back up to your clit, moving his right hand off of your thigh before pushing his middle and ring finger into you, making sure to rub them between your folds before he does. He sucks and licks your clit, moaning and whimpering as he pushes his fingers in and out of you, not stopping until his knuckles prevent him.Â
You moan his name, gripping his hair, pushing his face against your clit more as your legs shake and you cum, moaning his name. He whimpers and the way you taste sends him over the edge as he feels himself cum in his pants, his jaw falling slack a bit, and he pulls his fingers out, desperate to lick them clean. You let go of his hair, trying to catch your breath and he sits up, his face slick and covered in you, and he tugs your panties off. You look at him, watching as he undresses himself and you feel your body become light as he reveals more and more of himself to you. His bare chest, his abs, god, his biceps, you were about ready to start touching yourself at the sight, desperate for him, but you managed to stay put.Â
He feels his ego boost a little bit, watching how you look at him, examining his body as if he is some work of art. Heâs going to give you everything he knows you deserve and that thought alone makes him smirk. You notice as he takes off his underwear the wet patch from his prior release, making you grin a bit. He finally lets his cock out, it still being painfully hard despite him having cummed already, and you gaze at it. You feel yourself clench around nothing, wanting him so desperately to fill you up and he sees it. He smiles innocently, as if you both arenât completely naked and horny before he grabs a cigarette and lights it. He takes a drag as he spreads the precum spilling from his tip all along his length and you watch his every movement, honestly feeling your mouth water at the sight. You sit up and he motions his head to the window as the cigarette sits between his lips.Â
You turn and face the window, propping your forearms against the windowsill as you look outside, the cool breeze honestly feeling nice against your flushed, hot skin. You feel his presence shift behind you as he takes another drag. He sighs softly, looking at yourself propped like this, he places his free hand on your hip, lining himself up with you. He moves that hand and gently brushes your hair softly to the side, exposing your back entirely, and you turn your head a bit to look back at him. He exhales some smoke and meets your gaze, gently brushing his fingers along your cheek.Â
âRelaxâŠâ he says before leaning to whisper in your ear, âand donât be afraid to let the neighborhood know my name.â he says before kissing your cheek.Â
You feel your body shudder at his words and he holds the cigarette between his lips as he uses one hand to hold your hip, the other gripping his cock before he slides it up and down, teasingly, between your folds. You gasp softly and he smirks, pushing his tip against your clit and he hisses a little, more precum leaking from his tip. He guides his cock into you, needing to quickly grab his cigarette from his mouth due to his jaw falling slack as he bottoms out into you. Your fingers grip the edge of the windowsill, your jaw dropping as you feel him finally giving you what you want. You moan and become breathless. He takes another drag from his cigarette before moving his hand from your hip to your shoulder as he pulls his hips away and then thrusts himself back into you entirely.
He filled you up perfectly, and he was damn ready to cum just from the way it felt like you perfectly fit around him. So warm and so fucking wet. He thrusts in and out of you a few times, groaning as you moan, sounds of you coating his cock more and more each time he goes in and out of you. He takes a shaky inhale from his cigarette, his eyes rolling back a bit as he thrusts a bit faster, before taking the cigarette out of his mouth, gripping the back of your head, a handful of your hair between his fingers, as he pulls you up and turns your head towards him. You moan and whine looking at him as he kisses you, shotgunning you this time as he keeps a steady pace of thrusting into you. You felt like you were going to choke, but you inhale what he exhales and as he pulls away, you turn back and lean your forearms against the windowsill as you blow out the smoke, gasping afterwards and moaning his name.
âGood girl,â he groans and puts the cigarette out, putting both of his hands on your hips, thrusting faster. âSuch a good girl.âÂ
You moan at his praise and breathe quickly as all you can do is let out strings of long moans as you feel his cock press into you over and over, him somehow hitting every area that makes your knees weak and mind hazy. His fingers dig into your skin as his hips rapidly pound and slap against your ass, the sound of skin slapping becoming louder and louder. You moan his name loudly, and as a reward, he pushes further, you feeling his tip brush against your cervix and you gasp, moaning his name lewdly. He grunts, the way you just moaned his name almost made him cum automatically.Â
âLouder, sweetheart, come on.â
You gasp for air as he fucks you so goddamn good, and you try to arch your lower back a bit so he can go deeper. You moan his name as many times as he wants, whatever it takes for him to rut in and out of you faster, to which he obliged. His breathing becomes heavy and your legs shake as you throw your head back a bit, your jaw dropping as you let out a long moan, cum spreading all over his cock. He grunts and whimpers, wrapping his arms around your waist as his brows knit together, him leaning down and kissing your shoulder as he pumps you full of cum, a low moan coming from him and onto your shoulder. He moans your name softly as he lets out a few more shallow thrusts, making sure he gives you every last drop. You feel yourself shiver as the warm liquid pushes into you and you whine a little.Â
After a moment of him holding you close and staying inside of you, he kisses your shoulder softly again before pulling out and pulling away. He lays back onto the bed and you shudder as you feel his and your cum spilling out of you and trailing slowly down your inner thigh. He opens his arms a bit and you go to him, letting out a sigh as you rest your head on his chest and feeling content when his arms wrap around you. His hand slowly moves up and down your back before he kisses the top of your head. Itâs silent for a while as you both lay there.
âSoâŠweâre a thing now?â you ask, partly joking, but part of you was seriously asking.
He looks down at you and scoffs playfully. âAfter all of this, you still donât get it?â he chuckles softly. âI want nobody but you.â
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