#which is currently going through some shit

[rafesangelita]

hey angel! i saw that you’re writing for all the obx boys now which makes me so happy you have no idea.

i would like to please request a pope and bambi scenario similar to the scene in s4 where him and cleo almost get caught by heyward but in this particular situation, heyward does indeed catch pope and bambi!reader…..

🧁

warnings: fluff, unprotected sex, soft sex (?), pope and bambi talking away per usual, getting caught, pope panics and pushes bambi, awkward tension, the infamous walk of shame

“fuck, baby, i need you to be a little more quieter..” pope was about to cover your mouth before he opted for kissing you instead, your hands resting on his broad shoulders. “i promise, i’m trying! ‘just missed you.” this was the first time you had seen your boyfriend since he got in trouble and was forced to stay home because of his ankle monitor, two weeks being the most amount of time you two had ever spent away from each other. you couldn’t wait another day without being in contact, so you snuck in through his side of the stairs, both of you wasting no time in getting each other’s clothes off.

“i missed you, too.” a particular stroke of his hips made both of you moan, his fingers tracing shapes into the soft flesh of your hips. “have you read any new books?” you smiled at him, a small laugh leaving your lips. leave it to you and pope to talk about books while he’s balls deep inside of you. “mhm, yes, just a couple—” pope groaned when you clenched around him, not trusting himself to be any less quieter than you. “yeah? shit, which ones?” he buried his face in the curve of your neck, leaving kisses there while your thighs tightened around his waist. “well..” your eyes fluttered shut, “some romance titles, of course..”

pope listened to you explain the plot of one of your books before both of you froze at the sound of heavy footsteps trudging up the stairs. “pope? you awake in there, son?” you gasped when he pulled out abruptly, scrambling to get the panties you currently had hanging off of your ankle pulled back up around your hips. “put your leg in!” he whispered, your eyes wide as you quickly got up, attempting to pull your baby tee over your head. just as he managed to pull your underwears back up, and your shirt was low enough to cover your bare chest, heyward spoke again.

“i’m coming in.”

panicking, pope shoved you towards his closet, completely forgetting the door was closed before you crashed into it with a yelp. with your vision still being obstructed with your god awful shirt, you fell to the floor just as heyward walked in. “what the hell?— woah!” he backed out of the room faster than he came in, “y/n, is that you?” you finally got your head through the top, your cheeks blazing hot with embarrassment. “..yes, sir.” pope was already rushing to help you up, repeating a ‘sorry, sorry, sorry,’ as he got a pair of boxers on. “both of you better be decent before going downstairs.”

“i can’t believe you pushed me!” you said incredulously, searching every corner of pope’s room for your shorts. “i thought the door was open!” he apologized again, both of you making your way to the dinner table where both of pope’s parents sat waiting. they watched as you two walked over, a nervous smile gracing your lips before you tripped over your feet. you two were definitely in for a lecture now..

[iamzer0]

Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Pʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ Tʜᴀɴᴏs/ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ 230

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴅᴀʏ 4 ᴏғ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ʀᴜɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴅᴇᴀs

(A/n: this one is low-key long but bare with me here)

You met Thanos in of all places a convenient store, you had just gotten out of school and wanted a snack.

You grabbed some food and went to check out, but there was this guy with bright purple hair arguing with the clerk.

He said she ‘overcharged’ him, in reality he just didn’t have enough money for his stuff.

You knew he would go on forever and you didn’t feel like waiting.

So you went up to the counter, food in hand and slammed down some change enough to cover his and yours.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵." The clerk said.

She had confused you for his younger sibling, maybe because you walked in the store at the same time as him.

Honestly you just brushed it off, not really taking notice to the comment. But the entire time he was staring at you like you were crazy.

It was a quick interaction but that small gesture was all Thanos could think about for the longest time.

Maybe it was all the drugs he was taking at the time, but he felt kinda happy being called a big brother.

You naturally forgot about the whole interaction until you unfortunately saw him again.

You were at a friends house but had to go home as it was getting late.

That’s when you quite literally ran into him.

He was of course currently on some pretty strong drugs. He ran into you full force, on accident, knocking you and himself down.

As you struggled to regain balance, he suddenly grabbed you shoulders almost shaking you.

He looked at you with wide eyes. Like he just saw an old friend.

“𝘶𝘮𝘮.. 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶?.." you said confused.

He did his whole introduction that lasted longer than needed. You gathered he was a rapper named Thanos that was clearly on something.

He babbled on about random things you didn’t really understand. “𝘶𝘮 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰..."

You said wanting to leave this one sided conversation.

As you turned to leave he grabbed your wrist than turned to you looking so serious, asking your name.

To shut him up you told him your name, before grabbing your hand back and turning to leave.

You thought you lost him but it turns out he followed you back to your house, as you entered the house out of site.

He just kinda stood there eyeing the door longingly.

He felt so warm and fuzzy around you, even with only meeting you twice.

It was something that not even the drugs could make him feel.

He kinda started stalking you, he told himself that this was normal behavior.

He starting twisting reality in his mind, he started to genuinely believe you were his younger sibling.

He is a very delusional man, so when your parents left town on a work trip he jumped at the chance to ‘get to know you’.

Which was basically just him borderline harassing you until you acknowledged him.

But you got smart, having your friends parents drive you to and home from school, only going outside for groceries, etc.

The time was 1:05 AM and he was currently standing out side your house, he popped a pill to soothe his nerves.

Than knocked on your door, when you didn’t answer he did the only rational thing a man in this situation could do.

He threw a brick through your kitchen window, hopping through it.

As soon as he entered he heard an ear piercing screaming. You started losing your shit screaming and threatening him.

He ran at you full force knocking you to the ground putting a hand over your mouth to silence your screaming.

To cut a long story short, a cracked out man broke into your house in the dead of night while your parents were gone. All while mumbling on about him being your brother.

It was truly an insane situation you found yourself caught in.

Your parents would be gone for a long time, and you were starting to question the sanity of Thanos.

You learned early on he was clearly delusional, and was very bipolar.

He was constantly on something which really didn’t help his delusions.

One second he was hugging you, rocking back and forth and the next second he was yelling about his rapping career and debt.

You knew that to escape you needed to play into his delusions.

You were acting like everything was normal and that you always had Thanos as your ‘big brother’.

Your plan was working he started trusting you more, now you just needed to find an opening to run away from this maniac.

He made it basically impossible though, he was always with you, he basically started living in YOUR HOUSE.

He also smashed your phone in a fit of rage, which made calling for help impossible.

He was always right next to you, even when sleeping he would usually pass out in YOUR bed with you.

One day he took a bit too many pills and ended up puking his guts out in YOUR restroom.

This was it, your one chance at freedom. You booked it, running as fast as humanly possible.

You used the nearest phone to call the cops, but they didn’t exactly believe you, mostly because you worded your situation really poorly.

"𝘏𝘪.. 𝘶𝘮𝘮.. 𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 [𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴] 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥.... 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?.. 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱?."

So the police were of no help, you were to afraid to go home and your parents wouldn’t answer the phone.

Mostly because they thought every random number was a debt collector.

You jumped between friends houses, not going to school and avoiding your old city like the plague.

Things were going decent for you considering all that happened. Then the debt collectors started calling.

They couldn’t get a hold of your parents so they started harassing you.

You felt so alone and helpless, you had debt collectors around every corner, you ran out of friends that would let you stay over and ran out of money all together.

So when you were given the opportunity to join a game that had the opportunity of winning a lot of money you jumped at the chance.

You were drugged, and fell asleep. Then you woke up to someone shaking you aggressively.

You opened your eyes and what you saw was legit nightmare fuel.

You woke up to Thanos standing over you with the smuggest grin ever.

You closed your eyes and wished that this was all a dream.

But deep down you knew this was your terrible painful reality.

A/n: I reallyy hoped y’all liked this post this is day 4 of doing a random platonic Yandere till I run out of ideas. Trust imma make more content of squid games.

[justaaveragereader]

Pay Attention

Pairing: Yunho x Reader + Mingi

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Spit Roasting, Choking, Cuckholding, Mingi Watches Reader Get Fucked, Spit, Raw Sex (Wrap It Upppp People!), Slapping, Name Calling (Pretty Girl, Cute Thing), Deep Throating, Yunhos Dirty Talk/Praise Almost Sounds Like It’s Degrading, Praise, Manhandling, Rough Sex, If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀!

A/N: I swear the brain rot I have bc of that photo of Yunho and Mingi should be criminal! Can you imagine being on both the giving and receiving end of them lmaoooIWantThemBadlylmaoooo. Good news, I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing, I haven’t felt much motivation bc I’ve had so much shit going on but slowlyyyy it’s coming back to me, and things are starting to slow down in my life which means more time for writing! Tbh sometimes it’s easier to do quick little fics like this, but I LOVE writing a good 5k+ fic😔! I got some WIPs in store and I can’t wait to share them! So onto the fic we go!

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Roughly grabbing his collar Yunho pulls Mingi closer. Halting his hips that are pushed flush against the plump flesh that is your ass. A loud whimper leaves your mouth that is currently filled with Yunhos cock. The vibration around his member makes Yunho hunch forward a bit more, cock sliding further down your already stuffed throat.

“You aren’t thrusting hard enough.” Yunho grits out, fist full of Mingis collar. His black leather jacket long gone on the floor, his turtleneck is practically glued to his skin from the sweat due to the hot small room they are in. Yunhos warm breath fans out across Mingis face, reddened cheeks, black slacks around his muscular thighs. His head cocks back letting out a loud whine. Gripping harder, Yunho jerks Mingi back slightly making his head roll forward.

Mouth pooling with saliva that drops and hits the couch cushions underneath your body, skirt hiked up past your hips, panties sticking out of Yunhos pocket. Your nose brushing against his soft skin, inhaling his scent, and drinking the precum that slides down your throat as you wait for him to finish instructing Mingi.

“You gotta fuck her hard, good girls like her don’t get satisfaction unless you drill it into their skulls.” He says while letting go of Mingis collar slightly shoving him back. Hand traveling down the side of your face, swiping a firm thumb against your bottom lip that has a thick string of saliva spilling from it. The same thumb that lowers and clutches your aching chin. Your eyes flutter up to meet his, dark eyes soaking in your form. From this angle he looked like a God, shirt off but he kept his black jacket on, black hair tousled from how long they had been at this.

“Isn’t that right baby?” He says through a whisper, his lips twitch at the end of his sentence. He swore this was supposed to be a lesson for you, yet this felt like a lesson for you both. His hand comes up to grab your head, his large hand engulfing the top of it, before slamming you down even further on his length. Saliva hitting his toned bare thighs, the sudden movements has you choking slightly, cunt clenching on Mingis pulsing cock. With a stutter of his hips, he grips your hips, letting out a loud whine.

“I c-can’t Yun-Yunho.” Mingi whines out, tears filling his water line. His toes clenching, eyes squeezing shut trying his best not to explode into your warm, wet cunt. Trying not to bust was a job all in itself. Hunching himself over your body, cock digging even further down your throat, choking on inch after inch. You try your best to breathe through your nose, the soft hair on his groin begins to comfort your nose, inhaling his scent with each second that goes by.

“Go sit down.” Yunho says, voice thick with demand. His eyes cut at Mingi who is hell bent on trying his best not to disappoint the man in front of him, his best friend. Pulling out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch he lets out a breath of relief, his reddened cock bobbing at the cool air hitting it. Plopping himself down across from you and Yunho, his long limbs hang tiredly all over the chair. Pulling out of your mouth, he steps back, making his back to your backside. With each wet cough you hack, your eyes water with the feeling of fresh air filling your lungs.

“Eyes on us.” Yunho says, shifting your body slightly, hands running over your soft skin, thumb tracing the deep curve of your back. His eyes darted up to Mingi, whose pants are still wrapped around his thighs, cock practically begging for relief. Those soft traces Yunho was giving you are now dead, his hands roughly grab your skin, grabbing handfuls of whatever he can grab before tapping his cock against your wet entrance. Cunt practically screaming for relief, with one smooth slide he enters your pussy, the difference in his girth knocks the wind out of you, your head falling face first into the cushions til you feel a hand wrap around your throat, tugging you up, backside firm against his chest. Your eyes immediately fill with tears, the new position change has you seeing stars. As long as you’ve been with Mingi, never have you felt a feeling like this in your lower belly. His hand that is gripping on your throat helps hold your head up. Right in your line of vision is Mingi, who looks just as helpless as you. Drawing his hips back, the tip of his cock barely at the entrance of your cunt, he slams up into you, your body lurching forward.

His cock leaves a bulge in your lower belly with each strike up of his hips, your mouth falls open, no noises leave your throat. You can't help but shut your eyes, soaking in the pleasure Yunho is giving you, Mingi is a soft lover, you are normally the one giving pleasure, not that he doesn’t return the favor but Yunho he's a hard lover, a firm one. The drastic difference between the two was like a splash of water on your face. You don’t expect it yet when it was over the cool feeling was refreshing.

“Look at him.” Yunho says, voice layered with many emotions. Dominance is the one that outweighs each one. The slight growl that hangs on the edge of each word he makes sure to punctuate as he’s deep in your cunt. Your juices soak him, his thighs, the fabric of his pants hugging his skin. You are enjoying the way he’s manhandling you, the way Mingi helplessly watches you get rag dolled around by his best friend. His eyes grow darker with each gasp you let out, head firmly against his chest as he’s slamming into you, the wet sopping noise in the small room leaves very little to the imagination as to what is going on inside. His hand tightens on your throat as you begin to babble out his name in tiny, desperate whimpers. Your hand coming up to clutch his own. You need anything to anchor you as you begin to feel that heat boiling in your lower stomach. With each deep slam of his hips, your body hiking up against his moist chest, he smiles at Mingi who is gawking at the sight in front of him.

“This is how you fuck a pretty girl, Mingi. Got a cute one and don’t even know how to fuck her correctly.” He says through a smile, eating up the sight in front of him. Your fucked out face, Mingis wide eyes and twitching cock, the wet sound of slapping skin. This was his personal heaven. The hand that was wrapped around your throat moves up to squish your cheeks, body flushed with heat, drool dripping from your swollen lips.

“Go on baby, tell Mingi this is how you wanna be fucked.” Yunho whispers loudly in your ear. A loud whine leaves your throat, eyes fluttering with the way his voice dances in your ear. Cunt clenching onto his member that’s pistoning in and out of you. With a obnoxiously loud gulp you attempt to tell Mingi just how you wanna be fucked.

“I-I wanna b-be fu-fuc-.” His hand tightens on your face, your cheeks squishing tighter together cutting your sentence short. Lips puckering together, with a stream of drool dripping down onto your chest.

“Fuck..” Mingi whispers out, clearly turned on by seeing his girl be rag dolled around by a man who wasn’t him.

“She’s a cute thing.” Yunho says through a chuckle, slowing down his thrusting to go slow and deep. The feeling of his cock bullying its way into your lower belly has you almost doubling over in the sudden feeling. Your body is attempting to hunch forward if it wasn’t for his strong grip on you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah, where do you think you're going?” Yunho whispers into your ear, licking the shell of it before nipping at the lobe. Pausing his thrusts he moves you to the side, so Mingi had a side view of just how he’s fucking you. Chest flushed against the soft cushions, your sweaty face pushed against the soft fabric. With a firm hand Yunho places his hand between your shoulder blades keeping you firmly in place.

“Does she run from your cock to Mingi? Or are you being extra special for me today baby?” he questions through a whisper, hand getting more firm by the second. You can feel his cock pulsing in your walls, you are just mere steps away from an orgasm.

“When you got a pretty thing like her.” Yunho says while grabbing your right ass cheek firmly, spreading them apart to spit on your stuffed pussy. That action alone has you so close to coming undone on him. With a loud whimper Mingis eyes glue to where Yunho’s cock meets your cunt, pussy just dripping with arousal.

“You have to remind her of her place.” Yunho says while firmly planting his foot on the couch, with one foot remaining on the floor.

“Because if you don’t, how will pretty girls like her ever be rewarded?” Yunho says in a low tone, a tone you’ve never heard, as his grip never wavers from your shoulder blades you make eye contact with Mingi whose cock is twitching at the sight in front of him.

“Eyes on me Mingi. I’m about to teach you how to fuck your girlfriend.”

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[heavyhitterheaux]

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See Me Through You Series

I'm sorry if I seem uninterested

Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent

Truly, I ain't got no business here

But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it

But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room

Synopsis: Girls night quickly goes left when your safety ends up being compromised

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Warnings: underage drinking, drug use

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Textbooks as well as individual pieces of paper filled with notes were scattered all around both you and Joe clearly forgotten as the makeout session that you two were currently in had taken priority.

As always, he had offered to help you study and you only had one more final to take until the semester would officially be over with. But studying led to him giving you kisses here and there and now he held your focus.

When Joe had suddenly pulled you on top of him, that's when your phone decided to go off.

“Ignore it, baby.” Joe told you as you had broken the kiss in order to grab it and he quickly pulled your face back towards his.

“But…” You started to protest, but Joe immediately cut you off.

“It can wait. I hardly saw you all day.” He told you and you leaned down once more to kiss him.

It wasn't until your phone went off a third time when he audibly groaned at the sound.

“It might be important, babe.” You said as you then let out a laugh from his reaction.

“Fine, answer it.”

“Two minutes. Stop being a grump.”

“I'm not a grump for wanting my girlfriend's attention.” Joe told you as he pouted. You gave him one last kiss before starting to look for your phone.

Finally locating it, you grabbed your phone from the other side of Joe's bed under one of your notebooks and saw it was Erin and quickly answered. But that didn't stop Joe from giving you his undivided attention.

“Yes, boo?” You answered and you could hear movement in the background.

“Uh, are you forgetting something bestie?” Erin asked and you were honestly genuinely confused.

“Forgetting what?”

Since you were still straddling your boyfriend, he took the opportunity to move your panties to the side and ran his fingers along your folds making your eyes go wide.

You gave him a warning look and mouthed ‘stop it’ but he paid you no attention as he grabbed your thighs and moved you all the way up until you were directly over his mouth.

“Me, you, and Alisha were going out tonight! You were supposed to be here getting ready with us.”

“Shit, I completely forgot.” You told her in response as you felt Joe take one long lick and you had to cover your mouth in order to suppress a moan.

“Alisha found some new spot for us to go to and I need to find a boyfriend so we have shit to do.” Erin told you as Joe's tongue was now moving in and out of you.

“Ohh, umm. Okay, I'll be there soon.” What started out as a moan was quickly suppressed by the full answer you gave her.

“Remember ladies free before eleven so hurry up. And I promise to return you to your boyfriend in one piece. I know you're with him from the sounds you're making. Being discreet was never one of your strong qualities.”

“Erin!”

“I can tell he's giving you his undivided attention! Just saying! I'm not mad at it. After he's finished putting you through the mattress, come to my apartment.”

“You get on my nerves, but I will.” Your response came out shaky as you hung up and glared down at your boyfriend who didn't do anything but smirk in response which then led to you rolling your eyes.

“You definitely could have waited until I got off the phone. She knew what you were doing.”

“No I couldn't and it's not my fault I want to make you feel good. And where are you going?” He asked as he then started kissing along your thighs.

“I forgot I promised Erin and Alisha that I would go out with them tonight. I'm sorry, baby.” You told Joe, but all he did was shrug.

“They can have you for a few hours and I'll get you the rest of the night. You promised them, so you should go.”

“I need to go back to my apartment to get something to wear and then head over there.”

“Hmm, I'll take you, but you aren't going anywhere until I'm finished. I want these off. Now.” He told you and a laugh escaped your mouth as he tugged at the waistband.

You slowly pulled them down while still straddling him and slid each leg through one by one as you threw them on the floor.

“Much better.”

It was 10:25 when Joe finally pulled up to Erin’s apartment just as he had promised and was still having a difficult time keeping his hands to himself. After he had eaten you out for close to an hour, you returned the favor and the two of you had then gotten dressed to head to your apartment.

Being there quickly led to him eating you out again before he finally allowed you to take another shower in order to get ready to go out with your best friends.

“I need another kiss before you leave.” He told you and you laughed as you pinched his cheek.

“I’m not going to be gone long, babe. The sooner you let me go, the sooner you come and pick me up.” You replied as you connected your lips to his.

“Do you know where the three of you are going?”

“No idea, Alisha chose the place. Apparently it just opened, I think that’s what she told me in the text.”

“Just let me know when you get there and what time I should come and get you. I’ll be awake, okay?” He told you as you nodded your head and fixed your bracelet that was gracing your left wrist.

“Okay, will do. Promise.” You replied as he leaned over to kiss you once more.

“I love you.” He quietly whispered against your lips and you felt his mouth turn up into a smile.

“I love you too. Be back soon.”

–

“How in the world did you get us a table in VIP?!” You asked Alisha as all three of you had now gotten settled in your section and she simply smiled at you.

“Connections, boo. I got connections.” She answered as she looked over the drink menu that was placed on the table.

“Her connections are fucking one of the bouncers.” Erin stated as she playfully rolled her eyes and Alisha shrugged.

“And…. we get all of our bottles on him tonight.” She told both you and Erin and your eyes suddenly went wide.

“Wait, what? We're not even 21….” You replied since you were now confused.

“He doesn't know that.” She said as she sent a wink your way.

“Y/N, stop acting like you've never gotten drunk before.”

“Well yeah, in your house and your sister gave us IV fluids.” You told Erin who had quickly snatched the menu from Alisha earning a pinch to her arm in response.

“It'll be fine. Just sit back and have fun. We almost made it through our first semester at LSU. We deserve to celebrate that. As well as you finally breaking up with Trevor's dumbass. Joe is literally perfect for you.”

“He is, I’m happy that I stopped being scared and finally gave him a chance.”

“And not to mention, he obviously knows how to please you from what we heard on the phone earlier.” Alisha added as she eyed you while a small smirk appeared.

“That was hilarious, you were trying so hard not to moan, but me and Alisha knew what was happening.” Erin confessed as she busted out laughing.

“And he did it again before he dropped me off at your apartment.” You told both of them and they collectively gasped.

“Oooh, yall nasty. But I love it and I do not blame you one bit. But enough about that, let’s have fun and pray that I pass my final tomorrow.”

“TOMM- ERIN?!?!?” You exclaimed and she simply shrugged.

“I don’t take it until three! I have time to sober up!”

“Isn’t your GPA like 1.7?” Alisha asked Erin before she busted out laughing.

“I will take the first bottle we get and bust it upside your head! No! It’s definitely not since I would have been kicked off the team if it was.”

“Anyway, moving on. Let’s start off with something light.”

You knew for a fact when you went out with Erin, drinking was anything but light.

“And what is your definition of light because I know for a fact mine is different.”

“Vodka shots!”

“Maybe I need to preorder the uber.”

The three of you stayed in your section at your table for a good while when Alisha decided to go with the bouncer that got the three of you in the section in the first place whose name you learned was Derek while you and Erin decided to make your way downstairs to where the dancefloor was. Not being in the mood to be around that many sweaty bodies, you told Erin that you would keep an eye on her while you sat at the bar and decided to get another drink. You knew that you would have been a lot more wasted if you weren’t drinking water in between downing the alcohol.

That was when you felt a presence next to you.

Looking over, you saw that it was Cameron, Trevor’s best friend who also played on the baseball team with him.

“Hey.” He said and you instantly felt weird.

You could never quite put your finger on it, but something about him had always rubbed you the wrong way. When you had told Trevor, he simply brushed you off and told you that you were being dramatic.

Surprise, surprise

Cameron obviously had never flat out said it at least in front of you and neither did Trevor, but you knew deep down for a fact that he didn’t like you. And he probably didn’t like you now more so because you had broken up with his best friend.

“Hi.” You quietly said as you were trying to decide what drink you wanted to order.

“Who’s here with you tonight?” He curiously asked and you instantly rolled your eyes.

“Not with my boyfriend if you must know.”

Cameron instantly held his hands up in defense.

“It’s not any of my business what happened between you and Trevor. I was just curious. He isn’t here by the way since I see you constantly looking around.”

“Hmm, that’s surprising since when I see one, I usually see the other not too far behind.”

“I just… wish you two could have worked things out. He really loved you.”

When you were quiet, he took another approach to get you to talk to him.

“But, your happiness is what matters.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You told him since he actually sounded sincere for once.

“Anyway, let’s celebrate the semester being over and new beginnings for you.” Cameron replied as he waved over the bartender.

“What are you drinking?” He politely asked and you took a second to think it over.

“Amaretto sour.”

“Good choice.”

When you were waiting for your drink to be made, you turned away from the bar in order to face the crowd to once again keep an eye on Erin as you had promised. You spotted her and was taken out of your thoughts by Cameron nudging you in order to hand you the drink he got for you.

“Cheers.” He simply said as the two of you raised your glasses. It took less than two minutes for yours to be gone as Cameron still stayed in his place next to you.

“See you around, Y/N. Enjoy your night. Wishing you and Joe the best.” He said as he winked at you before walking off.

As soon as he was out of sight, you decided that you would go to the bathroom before grabbing Erin and heading back upstairs to your table.

When you were washing your hands, you glanced up in the mirror and had to blink a few times to get your eyes to focus.

After you dried your hands and threw the paper towel in the trash can, you felt off balance and quickly leaned against the wall in the bathroom to steady yourself.

“Fuck, did I really drink that much already?” You asked yourself before taking a few minutes to clear your head.

Once you felt that it was safe to move, you headed back out to find Erin.

She happened to be in the same place that you had originally left her, but the walk back felt like it took an hour.

That was when you knew something wasn’t right.

“Y/N? Babe? You feel okay?” Erin asked you as she had pulled you over to the side away from the crowd. Your head felt fuzzy and you leaned on the wall in order to steady yourself.

“No, I… Erin I'm scared. I don't know what's wrong.”

“Okay, we'll figure this out. What did you drink? Did someone give you something?” Erin was trying to get answers out of you since her back had been turned and she had been facing away from you as you were sitting at the bar. She had peeked over at you periodically and made sure you were okay, but hadn’t seen you drink anything.

“Cameron.” Was all you could get out as you had now slid down the wall in order to sit on the floor.

“Y/N, why the FUCK would you take a drink from him out of all people!? You know he's just as unhinged as Trevor is! They're obviously best friends for a reason! Shit! No, stand up!”

“But I'm tired. Where's Joey?”

“He's not here, but you have got to stay awake.”

Alisha walked up to the two of you and instantly got a look of concern on her face and was confused about what was happening in front of her.

“Uhh? What the fuck is going on? Why is she on the floor?” She asked and Erin turned to see you had slid onto the floor anyway despite her protests.

“Help me get her outside so we can call 911.”

“Joe is about to kill us because of this, well Cameron I should say.”

“And Ja'Marr.”

The two of them helped you up as they gathered all of your belongings from VIP and made their way outside. They sat you on the curb with Alisha sitting next to you as Erin dialed 911.

As she was giving the location as to where the three of you were, a sudden wave of nausea hit you as your head was laying on Alisha’s shoulder.

“I have to throw up.” You simply told her and she immediately turned you to face away from her as you emptied what seemed like everything you ate all the way back from two weeks ago.

All she did was hold up your hair and rub your back as the three of you waited for the paramedics to arrive.

“I’m going to fucking kill that asshole.” Erin said to no one in particular as she was now pacing back and forth.

“Erin, no.”

“Y/N, stop. He did that in an attempt to hurt you for breaking up with his best friend and you cannot tell me any different.”

“I just want to feel better and I want Joey.” You quietly said as a hiccup escaped your mouth.

“I know, babe. I know. I’ll call him once we get to the hospital. We need to make sure that you’re okay, first.” Alisha said as you turned to throw up again.

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up in the emergency room of the hospital not too far from campus.

As you opened your eyes, Erin and Alisha both gave you a small smile, but you could faintly hear two voices arguing.

And it sounded like Joe and your twin brother.

“What happened? And what is happening out there?” You asked the both of them who exchanged looks with one another.

“Well, this will be the last girls night out of the apartment for a while. Okay let’s do the cliff notes version. Cameron slipped something in your drink that caused you to get all woozy. You found us and we took you outside before you threw up and passed out. You got here, they drew blood to find out what he slipped into your system, gave you an IV and fluids. Next when you were somewhat stable, each of us called Joe and Ja’Marr and we did not in fact know that Ja’Marr had no idea that you and Joe were in a relationship. Uh, apparently that uh is why they’re arguing now. Ja’Marr thinks you two hid it from him and Joe is saying that you guys didn’t. And that’s what you missed on Glee.” Erin finished and you sighed as you looked at your arm that had the fluids running through it.

“And that is actually your third bag of fluid. Once you finish that and tolerate eating something you should be able to leave.” Alisha added as the door to your room opened.

Both Joe and Ja’Marr had pissed off looks on their faces.

“Pebbles, I’m happy you’re okay, but I am mad as shit at you right now.” Ja’Marr told you as you looked at him confused.

“Why? I didn’t do anything?”

“You damn right, you didn’t do anything. Since when were you going to tell me that you two were together?!” He asked gesturing between you and Joe who simply had a neutral facial expression.

“What? I thought it was obvious? I also didn’t realize that I had to tell you every single little detail of my life.”

“Are you serious right now? You’re dating one of my friends and didn’t think that it was important to tell me? And you literally tell me EVERYTHING. So what the hell are you even talking about?”

“Ja’Marr, that is literally not even important right now. SOMEBODY DRUGGED YOUR TWIN SISTER IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED.” Joe finally said, but he just shook his head at him.

“I can’t believe the two of you. But you’re about to be discharged so I guess I’ll see you whenever.” He said and started to walk back out.

“Bam Bam, get back here.”

He didn’t react, but simply kept going.

“JA’MARR!”

“Just let him go, babe. He’s pissed off right now so just let him cool off.” Alisha quietly said and you couldn’t help but start to cry.

“I just need for this night to be over with.” You quietly said as Joe wiped away your tears.

“Do you know who did this?” Joe asked the three of you and all of you exchanged looks.

“Don’t all speak up at once.”

“Cameron, he’s Trevor’s best friend.” You quietly said and it was at that moment you knew that Joe had begun to see red.

“No, don’t get any ideas. We already filed a police report when we got here.” Alisha told him, but you knew for a fact that he would get his revenge in his own way. It had been happening all semester and you knew that this was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Joe took a deep sigh before saying anything else.

“You’re okay and that’s the important part. Ja’Marr will come around.” He told you as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I hope so, but from the look on his face, I don’t know.”

It was now five in the morning when you had gotten back to Joe’s apartment, took a shower, and was now simply lying down in his bed with your head on his chest as his arms were wrapped around you.

The ride home had been silent, and you were somewhat convinced that he was mad at you. So, in order to not let anything end up in an argument, you simply stayed quiet.

The television was on a low volume when you had finally asked him, not being able to take the silence any longer.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked and Joe looked down at you dumbfounded.

“What?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Baby, why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I was irresponsible and took a drink from someone that I probably shouldn’t have and look what ended up happening.”

“You had no idea that he was going to do that to you, and no I’m not mad at you. It would be really stupid of me if I was. All that matters is that you’re safe.”

“But my twin is mad at me.”

“He’ll come around, just give him time. I honestly don’t think we hid anything from him, but we weren’t exactly screaming it from the rooftops either.”

“I’ll call him later and see if I can get him to talk to me. Usually if I bring him food, that makes everything better.”

“Just sleep on it. It’s been a long day and night for the both of us and like I said, the most important part is that you’re safe.” Joe told you as he placed a kiss on your forehead before turning off the television.

Two days had passed when Joe along with several other members of the football team made their way into the gym that was located on the southside of campus.

And there he was just like he knew he would be.

Luckily the gym was empty as Joe approached Cameron from behind and waited for him to notice him.

Cameron was looking down as he was working on his biceps, but was in for a surprise when he looked up and saw Joe.

He gave him a small smile before reracking the weight he was using and walking back over to him.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked him and instead of Joe replying with words, he immediately put his hand around his throat and backed him up against the mirror making his head hit it with a thud.

“I heard you were the one who slipped something in my girlfriend’s drink the other day, hmm?” Joe asked and Cameron frantically shook his head no.

“No, it wasn’t me. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Now Cameron, let’s not lie.”

“I’m not lying, your stupid bitch of a girlfriend is.” He replied as he laughed, but of course Joe found nothing funny.

“Oh, wrong answer.” Joe replied as he motioned to Justin to punch him directly in his jaw.

“Fuck!” Cameron said as he could feel his mouth fill with blood.

“I’ll keep this short and sweet. You and your bitch ass best friend Trevor need to stay the fuck away from Y/N. You understand?”

“Or what? She’s not even…”

“Watch your mouth before I break this mirror using your face. You should know better than to disrespect her in front of me. I don’t want to have this conversation with you again. Good talk.” Joe told him as he finally let him go.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

—

Joey- All good, baby. Trevor and Cameron won’t be bothering you anymore.

You- Uh, babe…. What did you do?

Joey- Nothing 🙂

You- Baby… I told you the police would take care of it

Joey- And it’s my job to take care of you. Where did you want to go for dinner tonight?

You- JOSEPH LEE, stop dodging my question!

Joey- Not dodging it, princess. Like I said, it's my job to take care of you and protect you and make sure you’re good. I love you, see you soon.

[strawb3rry-saturnzbarz]

☆Lighter Lorenz x Reader★

Summary: Lighter invites you to a New Year’s Day party which sounds like fun… but you were so excited that you completely forgot that one of your biggest triggers will be there.

A/N: I had this idea a few nights ago and HAD to do something with it immediately. I haven’t written since around 2021 so I’m very rusty, bear with me pls (´ ∀｀;)

(I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible, but there is an instance where Lighter refers to the reader as a girl.)

dividers by @rookthornesartistry

Warnings: mentions of alcohol/drunk people, kissing

Notes: sfw, comfort + reassurance, confessions of feelings

You are currently in Lumina Square running some errands, minding your own business when you hear a familiar voice call out your name.

“Hey, y/n. What brings you here?”

It was Lighter, the man of your silly, lovesick dreams. Ever since you were introduced to the Sons of Calydon, you've struggled to ignore the feelings of attraction he sparked within you. It was completely hopeless; you were absolutely smitten.

Doing your best to ignore the rapid beating in your chest, you tell him you just came to run some quick errands, and he nods his head.

“Ah, same here actually. It’s my turn to get the gang’s groceries this week.” He says, feigning annoyance with an eye roll.

“By the way, if you’re interested…” Lighter starts, adjusting his shades a bit, “the Sons of Calydon are hosting a New Year’s Day party tonight to celebrate the start of another exciting year. There will be drinks, snacks, music, dancing, all the good stuff. You up for it?”

You pause and think. You were never the type to go out and party, but this was a special occasion and you happened to like lighter… a lot.

As long as he’s there, I should have fun, right?

And so of course you agreed to go. Why the hell not?

“Oh, yeah sure!” you bob your head dumbly, the only thought in your mind being how much fun it must be to party and dance with him.

“Great, I look forward to seeing you there.”

Lighter gives you the time and place, giving you a playful fist bump and wishing you safe travels before you both parted ways.

You spend a considerable amount of time making yourself look presentable, showering and putting on a pretty yet still comfortable outfit. While stepping outside to unlock your car, you message Lighter.

“Hey, i’m omw :) meet at the entrance to Blazewood?”

“Sure thing. See you around ;)”

You smile at his message and turn the keys to start the car, all the while imagining the fun you and Lighter will have together. Maybe you’ll share some snacks and chat, perhaps you’ll dance and flirt. All of the possibilities start flooding the forefront of your brain, almost making you loose focus of the road.

Once you arrive and park at the entrance to Blazewood, Lighter spots you walking towards him and waves. He leads you inside, offering an arm out of courtesy which you accept without hesitation. You can’t help the stupid grin that slipped through your lips at his handsome charm.

Once inside, Lighter leads you to a less crowded bar, sitting down beside you and bumping your elbow playfully as he calls the bartender over.

“What do you say y/n, you wanna start with some shots?”

Oh…

You had completely forgotten that you had a strong hatred towards alcohol, not to mention its effects on people. You were so consumed with your own attraction to Lighter that you didn’t even consider the possibility of feeling uncomfortable at the party.

You stumble over your thoughts, trying to form a response instead of leaving him hanging.

Do I lie and have a few? Or just…

“Uh… i’m okay. Sorry… I might just get a soda or something.”

Shit, how embarrassing. The love of your life offered to buy you a drink and all you have to say is no?

Lighter just nods and smiles softly, ordering a soda for you and a beer for himself. He didn’t plan on getting shit-faced drunk, especially with you here to see him, but he wanted to let loose a bit tonight.

You occasionally take small sips of your soda, starting to feel uncomfortable from the already hammered people beginning to crowd the bar. The loud music was becoming increasingly overwhelming, and the smell of beer on everyone’s breaths was not making things any better.

“This was supposed to be fun,” you thought. You came along to dance and have a good time with Lighter, not sit and be overstimulated by the drunk guests’ slurred singing and clumsy stumbling behind you.

“You feeling hungry? Want something to eat?” Lighter asks, leaning a bit closer so you could hear him over the crowd. His voice grounds you to an extent, but you can’t help the consuming feelings of guilt and humiliation building within yourself.

How could you forget about that? Fucking idiot. You’re too in love with him to even think twice.

You shake your head, fiddling with the little aluminum tab on your soda can.

“I’m okay, thank you.” You mutter, disguising your growing discomfort with a feeble smile.

The sounds and smells of the guests around you are becoming even harder to ignore as they call out to the bartender for more shots. The inconsiderate woman in the stool next to you keeps elbowing your arm, and she reeks of beer and cheap perfume, making your nose wrinkle.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

He picks up on your subtle shift in attitude, and swivels his barstool to face you. You are typically happy and talkative towards him, not quiet and withdrawn; if anyone knows when there’s something amiss, it’s Lighter.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You seem a little quiet…” Lighter asks softly, but loud enough for you to hear him, as he places his hand on your shoulder carefully.

And that’s when you crumble. His gentle touch and genuine concern is so touching, and you are so overwhelmed with emotions that they begin spilling out for the whole bar to see. Albeit, most of the guests are too wasted and distracted to notice, but not Lighter.

Fuck, i’ve ruined the whole night. This was supposed to be fun, and I ruined it, all because i’m too fucking naive and infatuated to think before i speak.

By now, Lighter is beyond concerned, setting his drink down to gently take your hands in his.

“Hey it’s okay, look at me…” his voice is so soft, it almost feels like a comforting hug. “Do you want to step outside real quick?”

Great. Now he’s worried and you’re a pitiful, crying mess.

You try looking up at him, but it’s no good; the intense shame and embarrassment of killing the mood keeps your head hanging down. Hiding your face in your hands, you nod your head and cry, mumbling through timid sobs.

“I’m sorry Lighter, I’ve ruined everything…”

He stares at you dumbfounded and worried, trying to decipher what could be going on inside your pretty little mind.

“What do you- Here… let’s go somewhere else for a bit, okay?”

He stands from his barstool and offers you a gloved hand, wrapping his other arm around your shoulder as you walk back to the entrance of Blazewood.

Once you’re far away from the party he sits you down on his parked bike, kneeling down onto his knees as to not tower over you. Carefully, Lighter takes your hands into his and gazes up at you, waiting for anything you may say or do.

“What did you mean? About ruining everything?” His voice was gentle and non-demanding as he watched you patiently.

Through sad hiccups you manage to speak, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“I wanted to have fun with you at the party, I really did, but I got overwhelmed and ruined everything by crying- I’m sorry Lighter, I-I can’t do it.”

Ah, so you were overwhelmed… that explains why you seemed so zoned out.

His thumbs gently brushed against your knuckles as he murmured words of reassurance. “You haven’t ruined anything. It’s not your fault that you feel overwhelmed, it happens to all of us sometimes yeah?”

“I know, but I should've known what I was getting into.” You sigh and do your best explain your deal with alcohol and how you’ve never enjoyed drinking or watching others drink.

And now it’s Lighter’s turn to feel guilty. He had been sitting there right next to you sipping from his beer the whole time, totally unaware that he was part of the reason you were uncomfortable. His eyes widened slightly as he squeezed your hand apologetically.

“Oh y/n, I had no idea… I’m so sorry if i made you feel uneasy. I would have ordered something else if i had known better…” His grip on your hand loosened as he continued rubbing your knuckles while you cried. “You wouldn’t have hurt my feelings by saying something before the party or by rejecting my offer. Your comfort is my top priority. You know that right?”

Lighter’s words mixed with the soft feeling of his gloves on your skin causes your heart to flutter.

“I know… I was just so excited to come hang out with you that I completely forgot about how I might react to everything.”

Lighter grins, somewhat flattered by your statement. “Well, I’m touched to receive such high praise, but please don’t push yourself for me in the future, alright?”

You nod and sniffle, wiping the last of your remaining tears away. “Okay..”

Lighter raised an eyebrow, knowing well enough that you tend to be a people pleaser, even more so towards those you love. “Promise me?”

“I promise.”

“Atta girl.” He carefully patted your hands as he stood up from the ground, opening his arms hesitantly and offering you a hug.

Closing the distance with a small step, you wrap your arms around his back, his own finding their way around your waist. His thumbs stroked gentle circles on your sides as he held you close, savoring the warmth of your embrace.

“Can I take you to a spot that I like to visit?” His voice was soft and airy against your hair, easing any leftover guilt you may have felt for making him drag you out of the party.

After feeling your short nod against his chest, he eased out of your grip and sat on his motorcycle, patting the seat behind him.

As you swung your leg over the seat and got comfortable, he offered you his helmet. “Here, you need this more than me.”

You smile softly at his consideration for your safety, and with your arms wrapped around his warm body you drove off to his private quiet haven.

The blue night sky was filled with stars, it was absolutely mesmerizing. The further you drove into the countryside, the more hills and trees there were, the soft moonlight hitting each blade of dry grass. Lighter pulled up to a small pond surrounded by trees and tall grass and propped his bike against one of the large trees. It was a remote and quiet little spot, the only sounds being your combined breaths and the crickets hiding in the grass.

Lighter lent you a hand as you hopped off his bike, and led you towards the water to sit down and relax.

"I like to come here sometimes, when I just need to get away for a bit. Sometimes I'll splash around in the water if it's really hot out," he mentioned with a slight chuckle as he crossed his legs.

You crack a smile and look around, taking in nature's beauty whilst fiddling with a tall strand of grass beside you. "It is a very pretty spot."

"I'm glad you think so too."

A brief moment of silence passes before Lighter turns to face you, patting your knee. "You feeling any better now?”

Although you did feel lees overwhelmed, you still felt guilty for making him worry to the point he left the party.

"Yeah, I just hate that I made you worry about me… I wanted you to have fun tonight.”

Your words broke his heard. Did you really think he saw your struggles as a burden?

He took his shades off to look into your eyes, folding and setting them on the dry grass as he took your hands into his again.

“I’m always going to worry about you, I can’t help it. I don’t need to be at a loud party with drinks to have fun, I was just happy that you showed up.” Lighter’s voice sounded warm and sincere, and that made you all the more emotional. “I care about you a lot, y’know? You’ve always been there for me when I needed someone to lean on, the least I can do is be there in return.”

“You’d better stop or you’ll make me cry again,” you joked with a light laugh.

Lighter snorted as he shook his head in amusement, his grip on your hands tightening a tad as he clears his throat.

“Listen, I’m really sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable back there. I would never do something like that to you on purpose.”

You bob your head in acknowledgment. “I know you wouldn’t, Lighter.”

Your affirmation means the would to him, shows that you trust him, and he can’t keep his feelings to himself anymore. To Lighter, you’re the kindest person with the sweetest heart he’s ever seen, your love makes him feel all mushy inside, and you deserve to know.

“I um… I don’t know if this makes you feel any less guilty, but I love you, a-and I always want you to be happy. Truth is… you’re my favorite person. I really enjoy your company, and I always want you to be happy. So… if that means driving you away from a loud party, then that’s what I’ll do for you.”

…This isn’t happening is it?

Lighter’s confession hits like a slap in the face, earning him a stare of bewilderment. Did he seriously just admit that you’re his number one? A new warm feeling fills your chest as his words sink in, soothing every fiber of your being. Your heart races in your chest as your cheeks warm from his honest declaration of love, and you aren’t sure to what to say.

And he can tell. As he sits with you patiently waiting hand in hand, the gears in your mind start turning, allowing you to speak again.

“I love you too… I always have.”

Not only do your words stir something within him, but it also brings him immense satisfaction knowing you feel the same. He starts feeling a bit bold, shakily bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it while he gazes up at you through his messy bangs.

The feeling of his soft lips on your skin nearly sends you into shock, and the stupid smile that graces your lips only causes his pulse to quicken even more.

Lighter scoots a bit closer to you, his hip pressing against yours as his arm drapes across your shoulders. The awkward, romantic tension in the air is almost palpable as he kisses your hand again, slower and less timid this time. Once his hand lets go of your hand, it travels to your jawline, his gloved thumb rubbing your warm cheek gently.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered, his deep voice floating through the air and into your ears.

Despite how taken aback you are, you nod without a second thought, leaning into his side as you gaze up at him. Lighter’s head tilts a bit, allowing him better access, before leaning in and closing the distance.

The feeling of his soft, warm lips on yours is everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and you can’t get enough of it. He feels you smiling shyly into the kiss, making his heart leap with joy as he gently threads his fingers through your hair.

After a short moment of kissing, he pulls back just enough to admire the dopey grin on your flushed face.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that…”

It’s nearly impossible to stop yourself from smiling at his sweet remark, and it just makes you want to kiss him again, and again, and again.

And so you do until the moon reaches its peak, signaling the late hours of the night. Lighter flashes a heartfelt grin before offering a hand to help you up, walking you over to his bike to drive you back home.

The night had taken quite the unexpected turn, but who knows what opportunities await for you and Lighter now that your feelings are out in the open?

[snowball-doie]

✮⋆˙ 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ˙⋆✮

| pairing: johnny x manager!oc

| warnings: 18+ MDNI.

| aurora's note: i want to preface this with the fact that this book's original form is written as an AU (semi original plot tbh) and has been adjusted for posting as an NCT fic, so not everythingggg is going to be perfectly NCT, and i do some timeline fuckery as well. but ya. keep in mind this is somewhat of an AU as you go into it <3

Truthfully, it was a spur of the moment decision which Aurora felt wouldn’t have anything come out of it. Her life was good, she had a solid job which she enjoyed, she had one or two close friends whom she enjoyed hanging out with after work or on the weekends, and she had ample opportunity to go back to the United States to visit her family whenever she wanted. But she was itching for something new. Maybe she had gotten too comfortable with the securities in her life. It felt like it was time for a challenge, and she longed to meet new people whom she felt completely drawn to rather than settling with. Yeah, it was shitty to think, but it was true. So Aurora took a silly, off the whim chance to apply to be the new manager for a K-Pop group in Seoul called NCT 127.

The group had been around for a long time, even before Aurora got her current job; So it came as a surprise when their long-time manager was fired following some very public scandals concerning his behavior and conduct with the boys. Of course she doubted her ability to actually replace him. Aurora knew her place well ever since moving abroad following college— Being a foreigner and a woman set her back in many opportunities which she craved. Applying was for shits and giggles… But the fact that she actually managed to get the job was what surprised Aurora the most. Her luck was probably far better because she knew English, Korean, and Japanese, which were all the three main languages of NCT. Whatever, a win was a win in her book.

On the day the email came in, Aurora was at work, finishing up a project so that she could send it for confirmation before posting on social media. When she saw the notification from the company that owned NCT, SM Entertainment, her jaw dropped. She wondered if they sent the email to the wrong person. But no. Her name was listed at the top in Korean and English, and there were details outlining how she was their ideal candidate for the position, so they were offering her a nice pay and a long lasting contract to secure the deal, if she wanted to accept.

Of course she accepted. She wasn’t fucking stupid.

So she quit her job, packed up her belongings, found a new place to live in Seoul, made all the other necessary arrangements, then said, “Fuck it,” and went. Beforehand, she was based in Japan and would fly to Korea every once in a while for work since she was mostly a freelancer that focused on esports and content creation for different J-Pop and K-Pop groups, but this was the first real opportunity she’d been given in Asia, so she knew that she would have to move indefinitely because it was obviously unrealistic to stay in Japan while working in Seoul.

Once she moved, she lived about ten minutes away from the SM building by subway. On her first day, Aurora was shocked when she exited the station and found that the office was right on top of it, like she only had to walk a few feet to the entrance and suddenly she was inside. At least she would never get lost.

When she entered the building, Aurora was immediately greeted by a woman who approached her with a smile and a security guard on her heels. She stuck out her hand for Aurora, then introduced herself as an executive at SM who would be showing Aurora around and getting her settled in on her first day. It was overwhelming from the get-go. Aurora was too shell shocked to say or do anything aside from following the woman, Seyeon, through security on the first floor, then up to the second floor where the front desk gave her an employee badge with her name and photo on it that would give her access to anywhere in the building, as well as a laptop with all the work information she would need. Once all of that was settled, a quick tour around the office went underway. Floor by floor, Aurora was told what each department did, who to contact in each department, how to reserve meeting rooms, and so on. Since Aurora was a manager, she would be handling a lot having to do with the boys’ schedules, so she was also shown the recording studios, the dance rooms, and also how to schedule those for the boys too.

“Speaking of the boys, they’re up on one of the top floors today— They’re rehearsing for a new comeback, according to their schedules left behind by their previous manager. You’ll find everything in the Google Calendars on your computer. If you want to see them, go ahead, I’ll have to leave you here so I can catch a meeting with our casting executives in Los Angeles before they have to go to sleep.” Seyeon checked her watch then smiled up at Aurora. “This is your office. Decorate it how you want, I know you Americans like to do that… Um… If you need anything, send me a message on Teams. Other than that, there’s a list of items you need to complete before the end of the day, and I’ll check in at the end of the week to see how you’re doing. Sound good?”

Aurora nodded and bowed. “Thank you.”

Seyeon smiled before stomping off in her high heels, her hips swaying with so much confidence and suave that Aurora immediately found herself aspiring to be like her one day. She had to work her ass of a fuck ton before then. No time like the present, she supposed.

So Aurora sat down at her desk in her office… Behind her were three windows that let in plenty of natural sunlight when the blinds weren’t pulled down, her desk was big enough to accommodate the monitor, keyboard, and mouse provided by the company and there was even a stand for Aurora’s own laptop to be plugged into the monitor as well. There was a chair across from her so that she could host people for meetings, but there was plenty of space on the far wall for a couch if she could ever afford one to decorate her office with. That would be comfier.

Aurora leaned down to turn on the PC that was under her desk. While it booted up, she leaned back and spun in her office chair to look out the windows. Up and down the street there were just skyscrapers filled with all different kinds of businesses, no one concerned with the entertainment company that lured over the rest of them— The only people who cared were the confused fangirls coming out of the subway station in search of the merchandise store the company ran nearby. From Aurora’s office, the people on the street looked like ants. She was so high up… And she had an entire office all to herself. What were the odds? Her computer turned on, so her attention turned around to it again, and the first thing she did was login to her new Google work account so that she could review the boys’ schedules on Google Calendars.

As expected, it was messy, but it was worse than she could have ever fucking imagined. Each of the boys had a separate calendar that was shared with their managers and assistants, and there was a shared calendar for NCT 127 events, so there was plenty of overlap and tons of conflicts which Aurora could already foresee giving her a fuck-ton of trouble. Shit. Those boys were so busy, how did they possibly manage it all?

When she checked Teams next, she found a to-do list already waiting for her in her inbox. Upon reviewing everything while writing notes down on paper so that she had it all set in stone in her mind, she realized that none of it was difficult, it was just scheduling and emailing which she had done at her last job plenty of times. The minimal workload for the day meant that Aurora expected to be out of the office before the end of the day, which she didn’t like too much, so she decided to take another moment to take in her surroundings since she could spare the time.

Her office was fairly basic. They had all the furniture set up  for her the way every other office was organized, but that was it— Not even a nice framed painting on the opposite wall or something. Aurora wondered about decorating. Seyeon said that she could indeed decorate if she wanted to because that was an American thing, and despite the back handed comment, Aurora wanted to spruce up her work space. She figured that she would try to keep it lowkey since she didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention by sticking out like a sore thumb more than she already did. Maybe a picture from home on her desk… and a picture from her favorite spot in Japan with her old friends? Yeah, that would be nice. She’d have to get some things printed and framed, but that wouldn’t be too difficult, she could have everything set up by the weekend.

When she finally felt settled at her desk with the workload she’d been given, Aurora checked the Google Calendar one more time to find that the boys were meant to be returning from their lunch break to continue practicing for their new comeback, like Seyeon said. So she gathered her courage then decided to make her way up. Putting her new employee badge to the test, she entered the elevator then scanned her badge before heading up to the practice floor the boys were on.

Unlike the floor where the offices were, the tenth floor was revealed to be nothing but a thin hallway stretching out from the elevator with doors on either side every few feet to indicate a new practice room’s entryway. The rooms were numbered with black plaques at eye level on the gray doors, below the plaques were screens that lit up if the rooms were in use or scheduled for an upcoming reservation to prevent people from hosting impromptu practices at the same time. Aurora found the second door on the left— Room number four— which also had a screen lit up with: NCT 127 CLOSED REHEARSAL written in English, surprisingly. “Closed rehearsal.” Well, she was their manager, wasn’t she? She was entitled to entering a closed rehearsal.

The elevator dinged, catching Aurora off guard before she could grab the door handle. And for whatever reason, perhaps out of embarrassment or even fear, Aurora stepped back from the door to glance at the elevator’s opening doors. A frog got caught in her throat the second she saw who it was stepping into the hallway with an iced Americano in his left hand, his phone in his right hand, Airpods in his ears, a gym bag slung across his torso which was only covered by a thin white tank top that was tucked into a pair of green sweatpants. When he saw that there was someone in his path, the man glanced up and took out his Airpods.

Of course Aurora immediately recognized who she was dealing with, but she didn’t make a big deal of it, all she said was, “Hello,” in Korean. Johnny smiled at her and said, “Hi,” in English before he opened the door for her. Though she was expecting something more polite than that, Aurora still didn’t say anything that would give either of them away before she entered the practice room with Johnny following behind her. The others were already inside and warming up in separate areas. Some had headphones in while they stretched after eating their lunches, others were huddled in groups to chat while they slowly began dancing in order to loosen up.

The choreographer was the first to spot Aurora standing in the doorway. He took a moment to silently figure out who she was before he whistled in the direction of Taeyong, the leader of NCT, to catch his attention in order to call for the rest of the group— Which he did. Taeyong took a look at Aurora, realized that she was the blonde foreigner they hadn’t been expecting, and within an instant he was up on his feet.

“Everyone, gather around.”

The seven other boys groaned and slowly began moving into formation. However, Taeyong was not impressed by their improper behavior in front of their new manager. He was frowning at them. Suddenly, he shouted at them to be more respectful, and the fear instigated by his tone kicked the boys into full gear. They ordered themselves in a line in front of her so that she could get a good look at each of them.

Aurora bowed deeply at the hip while politely greeting with, “Annyeonghaseyo.”

The boys, while still in a line in front of her, followed Taeyong's lead after he called out, “Hana, dul, set!” by replying to her with a salute and a bow, “Annyeongaseyo! To you, we are NCT 127!”

She smiled at them. No one said anything. Panic settled in her stomach. After glancing around, she realized that they were all waiting for her to say something to them.

She gulped. “I’m very excited to be working with you guys. I promise to do my best and not overwork you, to the best of my ability.” She giggled anxiously. “It may be very Western, but my office door will always be open for you, so if you ever need anything or wish to voice your concerns, I invite you to do so.” She nodded with an even brighter smile to indicate that she was done.

Jungwoo raised his hand.

“Ne?”

“Are you fluent in Korean?”

“Not yet.”

“English?” Mark asked.

She nodded. “It’s my native language.”

“Nihongo?” Yuta questioned.

“Hai.”

Within an instant, his face brightened ten times more from the dull, exhausted, bored look he’d been presenting previously. She smiled at him. Before joining SM, Aurora researched each of the members she would be working with, secretly putting together notes and files filled with everything that she would need to know about them before arriving— Not just to impress, but so that she could fit in easier and have them warm up to her faster. When she saw in Yuta's notes that he was from Japan and had struggled to learn Korean when he first moved to Seoul as a teenager, Aurora knew that speaking Japanese with him would help because it would win her kudo points with him that wouldn’t be transferable to any of the other members except Shotaro, but who knew when she would get around to meeting him, and if he’d be interested in hanging out with her when he was already trying to fit in on his own. Seeing Yuta react so visibly, though, was a relief. Aurora had faith that speaking Japanese with him would land well, but there was always that small bit of anxiety lingering in the back of her mind that maybe he would despise her for it… She didn’t know why she imagined it going that way, but… She was relieved that he was just as excited as she was.

“What’s your birth year?” Haechan asked.

“1996.”

That made her younger than Taeyong and Johnny, so they didn’t have to show her the same degree of respect that the others had to.

When it was clear there were no remaining questions, Taeyong stepped forward and told them that they needed to warm up while he brought them up individually to introduce themselves to Aurora. Immediately, they went to work. They huddled up in a corner to do stretches together, but Taeyong came towards Aurora with Haechan.

He bowed to Aurora while stating his name and that he was a vocalist and the maknae of 127.

“What’s your favorite food?”

He stared at her blankly. “I, uh… Kimchi jjigae.”

“Same. We should get some together sometime, my treat.”

He looked warily at Taeyong. It was obvious that he was used to droning the same work information time and again that he wasn’t prepared for Aurora to take an interest in him personally and wanting to invite him out.

“Ne,” he told her.

Taeyong smiled supportively before sending his maknae back to collect the third youngest, Jungwoo.

“Anyounghaseyo. I’m Jungwoo. I’m a vocalist. I do the fanservice and aegyo.”

“Do you… enjoy that?

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Do you write up some of your jokes when you’re bored?”

He looked like he had just been caught with his pants down around his ankles, that was how shy and red he got when he nodded vaguely. “Ne…”

“You should show me one of these days.”

Suddenly, he perked up again— Like a dog whose ears go tall and they start wagging their tail excitedly as they bark like he did when he said confidently, “Ne!”

“You like to dance, too, right?”

“Ne.”

“Show me today.”

And that set him off like a dog too, immediately jumping to go back to the choreographer so that he could push along the process of starting practice even while the rest of the boys still had to introduce themselves to her.

“This is our second youngest,” Taeyong explained in broken English, bringing another member over with him.

Honestly, if Aurora had to guess without any prior information, she would have taken one look at Mark and guessed that because of his height and baby face that he was the youngest and not Haechan. Despite his height and the assumption that he was young, Mark was by far one of the most impressive members of the entire group since he was also the leader of NCT Dream, so both he and Haechan had to juggle two sets of group schedules along with their own personal schedules, which Aurora imagined was a complete nightmare to do. Yet Mark didn’t seem fazed at all. He didn’t look any more tired than the other boys in the room, he looked ready for practice, eager to meet Aurora, and almost relieved that there was yet another English speaker with them.

“The Canadian,” Aurora said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

That threw him for a loop a little bit because Mark looked like he had anticipated Aurora speaking to him in their native language but she chose to stick with Korean. He went along with it, “Nice to meet you too.”

He then formally introduced himself with his long list of credentials that Aurora found to be so impressive before she even touched down in Seoul. He was the culprit for busiest Google Calendar which was sure to give Aurora a panic attack at some point later down the line— Which he himself knew and actually apologized for in their initial meeting, making Aurora laugh and reassure him that it would be alright.

“Is it okay if we talk in English sometimes?” he asked shyly. “It’s nice to give my brain a break once in a while— But we don’t have to—”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

He relaxed with relief washing over his body. “Thank you.”

“We’ll have to go over that schedule of yours soon so that we’re on the same page, we’ll talk in English then.”

He bowed at the hips slightly. “Thank you.” And then he looked at his leader, “Hyung…”

Taeyong nodded, approving Mark's request to return to practice. With one last quiet, “Thank you,” and another, “Nice to meet you,” Mark hurried off with a smile on his face, prompting the rest of the boys to give him a hard time. Aurora grinned. Their unconditional brotherly love for each other was entirely contagious to the point Aurora had to pry her gaze away so that she wouldn’t laugh anymore and appear unprofessional on her first day.

“Jae!” Taeyong called out.

A man wearing glasses and an oversized hoodie who was lounging on the couches heard his name being called out and moved. Well, he certainly made an impression on her by sneezing so loudly and suddenly when it was his turn to go meet her. One second he was pushing himself up to his feet while smiling welcomingly in her direction, the next he was apologizing and turning to the side to let out an earth shattering sneeze that took Aurora by surprise, but none of the others flinched a bit. Must’ve been a common occurrence for him.

“Mianhaeyo,” he apologized shyly, faltering a few steps closer towards her before holding his ground and bowing. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jaehyun. I’m a vocalist.”

“And a rapper.”

Jaehyun blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I wouldn’t say that…”

“I would. You do a good job, don’t doubt your talent, I have a pet peeve for that kind of thing.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she then complimented him with a smile to boost his energy up a bit.

“Same here.”

Since they’d already bowed to each other plenty, Jaehyun reached out for a polite Korean-style handshake which shocked Aurora with how strong and sturdy he really was, like all those muscles of his weren’t actually just for show like some people thought.

“I’ll send over Doyoung,” Jaehyun said to both Aurora and Taeyong before he turned to grab another member’s attention.

Though he was loud with the members, the second Doyoung approached Aurora, he suddenly had nothing to say to her. It wasn’t out of disrespect or anything like that— He didn’t give that kind of vibe— Aurora guessed that he was shy around new people, and that maybe he wasn’t sure what to say to Aurora, so she decided to keep it brief in order to let him warm up to her over time.

Yuta and Aurora clicked almost immediately because she impressed him with her ability to speak to him fluently in Japanese— She was sure that it came as both a surprise and a relief, which was why he clung so quickly. However, things didn’t fall into place with anyone as easily… But that was okay! It was her job to be there, so she wasn’t meant to be besties with them, even though she had hoped in an ideal world that they would have been so that going to work wouldn’t be an awkward endeavor. She figured she’d stick to Yuta's side for a bit. With him, she could get comfortable around the boys who weren’t as easy to get along with, like Johnny.

Still wearing that thin white tank top and loose green sweatpants, he approached her casually and shook her hand like an American would, no bowing necessary, and in English, he introduced himself briefly, “Johnny Suh. Pleasure.”

“Nice to meet you,” she replied in Korean.

She didn’t wish to start off on the wrong foot, giving him any indication that it was okay to treat her differently than the other boys would. They were in Korea, she knew Korean, he was fluent, everyone else spoke in Korean. They would speak to each other in Korean. Though he was older, she had positional seniority over him, so he had to go with her flow.

Johnny smiled at her. “Welcome to our humble company.”

He was the jokester of the group, there was no doubt about it. If Aurora had to describe his humor, she would have referenced boomers who had an old wit about them and thought the smallest details were fun to point out, though they weren’t— And while it was endearing, Aurora didn’t quite understand it. Some of his jokes made her laugh, but most of them had her confused. She could have blamed it on translation errors if it weren’t for the fact that he was American, too, and many of his jokes had an English punchline in order to include Aurora as much as possible. She sighed a lot in response to his dad jokes. She could tell that he was trying to impress her, but her soul would die just a little bit here and there, which would only make the other boys laugh more in reaction. 

“What’s your position?” Aurora asked him.

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t?”

“No, ma’am.”

Aurora looked at Taeyong who nodded as well, reaffirming Johnny's answer. Huh. Interesting. All the others had introduced themselves with a role within the group, but not Johnny.

“How come?”

“I joined 127 later than the others… All the others were taken… I’m the spare, I suppose.”

Aurora rolled her eyes again. How could he make fun of himself like that? She knew from her research that he had debuted later, despite his long run as a rookie at the company since he was a kid, so he earned his spot in the group more than anyone, if she had to argue on his behalf. Maybe it hurt less to make fun of himself. Maybe, like Jungwoo, Johnny hid behind his humor so that people wouldn’t pry or know that he was upset or uncomfortable.

“But you’re the oldest in NCT.”

“Ah, yes, the grandpa.”

“Well, if you had to pick a role, what would it be? Rapper?”

“Sure.”

“Dancer?”

“Why not?”

Aurora crossed her arms and squinted at him. “Token foreigner?”

“Fuck it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Alright, you win.” She sent him off just as quickly as he had approached her.

“Pleasure, like I said.” He lazily saluted to her with two fingers and a grin before walking off.

Taeyong was the last to introduce himself. Though he was the second oldest, he was the leader of NCT, so he waited patiently for his juniors to politely interact with Aurora before he finally had his chance. Aurora was surprised by how put together he seemed. There was no sneezing, no blushing or awkward bowing, and he didn’t give her any lip like his hyung. Taeyong was an incredibly well mannered man who bowed so deeply at the hip that anyone could have been tricked into thinking that Aurora was a far more important and respectable person than she actually was; and when he introduced himself, he chanted it like he was a squad leader in the military, listing off his name, his credentials, and how grateful he was for having a new manager. Most importantly, he hoped that they could be good friends.

Aurora understood that as leader, Taeyong was the mouthpiece for his members. If there were anything they felt they couldn’t say directly to her, then it would come from Taeyong. That meant that they needed to work together well. It wouldn’t be efficient if they didn’t have an open line of communication and were on bad terms. Both of them knew that. So though their introductions felt kind of forced because of that, Aurora recognized that from what she knew about Taeyong through her research that they would get along just fine because of their dedicated work ethics and love for the industry.

“Do you mind if I watch some of your practice today?” she finally asked him with a hopeful smile.

Taeyong stopped breathing for a moment. “You want to… watch? Why?”

“I’d like to see how you guys interact with each other and perform when there are no cameras so that I can get to know you better before we really get to work. I promise I’ll be quiet, you won’t even know I’m here.”

He checked with the head choreographer who was eavesdropping because he was impatiently waiting to begin his practice. Once Taeyong received a confident nod, he looked back at Aurora. “You might get bored, but we don’t mind.”

She chuckled. “Thank you.”

Finally, the choreographer got to call for the boys’ attention so that they filed into a huddle around him in order to look at the iPad he was holding to review their formation for the next part of the choreography. Aurora took a seat on the couch that was now abandoned since the boys were getting to work. She tried to make herself small by crossing her legs and keeping her hands on her lap, and she tried not to be a disturbance at all so she stayed completely silent— Not even a cough or a hiccup.

The boys fanned out to get in position, then they followed the choreographer’s lead as he showed them the second chorus of the song in one go before turning to them and starting the music over for them to give it a shot. Aurora was shocked by how quickly they picked it up. They moved lazily, but the idea of the choreography was there, and they all practiced in their own ways to make sure that they got the timing right before they perfected the technique the next time the music started over. She knew that she wouldn’t have been able to pick up an entire chorus worth of dancing in just one go, but that was why they were the professionals and she was just there to gawk at them in wonder.

Some were better than others. Johnny was one of the best, even though he was always put in the back because of his height and lack of lines in the song. Taeyong was very specific about everyone else. If he noticed that they were out of sync or their technique wasn’t perfect, he sniped it every time and called it out to make sure they made the proper adjustments until he was content and they could move on. Mark was still as impressive as Aurora assumed he would be— He was positioned all over the place, he had a long segment of bars so he was stationed at the front of the formation for a fair bit of the choreography, and he was absolutely perfect from the get-go.

For about an hour, the boys worked on just the one chorus while Aurora watched. Even though there were still a few more hours left of rehearsals for the boys, Aurora realized that she needed to get back to her work so that it didn’t look like she wasn’t doing anything. Quietly, she decided to make her leave. She collected her things, pushed herself to her feet, then began walking towards the exit. However, just as she was about to leave, she was stopped by a tall figure running over to her and standing between her and the door, his hand on the door handle like he was going to open it for her.

“Hey, so if you ever need any help with translations or something, I’m pretty good at that stuff.”

Aurora stared up at Johnny, expressionless.

“Since you’re still learning Korean and all…”

Still, she wasn’t fazed.

“Just, uh, let me know if there’s anything you don’t understand from these idiots and I’ll translate for you.” He chuckled nervously.

“I can handle it. But thanks, all-rounder.”

Johnny grinned like he was imagining fighting back against her snarkiness that was brought on by his unwillingness to supply her with an actual group position due to feeling inferior to his colleagues. Instead, Johnny just nodded respectfully instead of fully bowing. Aurora took that as a sufficient reply, then left.

Immediately after practice, Aurora got to work. She didn’t believe in delaying her list of to-dos any longer than necessary, so in the days following meeting the 127 boys, she was holed up in her office, trying to learn the ways of working at SM while trying her best to blend in. Obviously she stood out amongst the others. It was hard not to notice the new employee in the first place, but the fact that she was a pale, blonde, plus size foreigner made it impossible for her to try to be like everyone else. She had to accept that she was different and that it was okay to not immediately click with her coworkers. However, her hard work seemed to pay off because everyone in the cafeteria only complimented her work ethic instead of judging her in Korean— Which benefited the other staff members, too, because they slowly learned that Aurora knew Korean and suddenly any and all gossip about her halted in the hallways, cafeteria, and meeting rooms whenever she was around.

After about a week, when things became normal, Aurora attended every single one of the NCT 127 dance practices, despite her own work she had or should have been doing at her desk— Which she figured most of the boys didn’t understand at first since every other manager at all other companies didn’t operate the way she did. None of them cared about boring dance practices. They didn’t care about the repetitive process of recording the music. Managers cared about focusing specifically on the scheduling and wrangling of their members, which Aurora understood, but it was important to her to be as involved as possible because of how fascinating it was, but also because as they warmed up to her, they allowed her to have a say in some of their practices. Taeyong liked that. Aurora was the only one who was as strict as he was, yet she still respected the choreographers themselves, so she obviously never interfered whenever they were teaching or when the choreographers were there to oversee. On the days she was allowed to speak, however, she would sit on the floor, playing the music for them, pausing it when there was a note when she or Taeyong wanted to give, and she called for water and rest breaks.

Whenever Aurora had meetings, Taeyong would come along with her, even though he technically wasn’t supposed to. At some point it became common at the company that he and Aurora were breaking the norm for what was expected of them. The execs stopped questioning it, the choreographers welcomed Aurora into every practice, Taeyong was given the chance to speak on behalf of the NCT members in meetings, and so on. They were like the mom and dad of the group. They kept everything oiled and running. Because of that, the two of them were attached at the hip most of the time, so he and Yuta were the only ones Aurora felt she could go to about everything— To the extent that Taeyong eventually started calling her “noona” out of habit even though he didn’t have to, or really shouldn’t have because of their ages.

It was because of Taeyong and Yuta that the others felt comfortable enough to cling to Aurora as quickly as they did. She noticed that it happened in a very specific order— One which told her everything she needed to know about each of their personalities. First it was Doyoung, someone who appreciated Taeyong's advice and input, so once he knew that Taeyong trusted Aurora wholeheartedly, Doyoung also began going to Aurora for help. She was a good ear to him. If he was ever frustrated, or overwhelmed with a million swirling thoughts in his head, then Aurora would hear him out and find the right thing to say in return.

Haechan was after Doyoung. She chalked it up to the fact that they went out to dinner together semi-frequently, specifically out to get kimchi jjigae, as promised. Haechan knew a good spot where he enjoyed getting stew, so Aurora followed him there while making it very clear that as his superior she would be paying the bill in order to treat him, so he didn’t have to be the gentleman and try to steal the bill away. Haechan, the little gremlin he was, accepted with a gleeful smile and a pep in his step. Outside of that, however, Aurora could tell that Haechan was a bit nervous to be out and about with her— Which she could understand because he was an idol and she was a woman, so there would always be people out there who could get the wrong idea and spin terrible lies until they would take on a life of their own and start negatively impacting both Aurora and Haechan. She tried to not think about it. She kept her distance from him, she tried not to look at him too long or smile too much, and she definitely didn’t do anything flirty.

“Don’t worry,” she told him as they sat down at a table in the restaurant and she caught him nervously looking left and right, “I’ve got this down to a science.”

He smiled gently at that.

Aurora looked around to see if there would be any problems. Standing at the register in the back corner was an old man whose hair was nearly gone, his wrinkles had taken over his face, and his back was perpetually hunched forward to show that he had spent his life behind that very same register. Behind him, sitting down in a chair, scrolling through her phone by looking at the screen under her glasses and down the bridge of her nose with her mouth stretched open in concentration, was likely the ahjussi’s wife— Aurora only assumed because of their matching wedding rings and the fact that the ajumma was wearing an apron. As for patrons, there weren’t any concerns. Sitting in the back corner opposite the register was an old couple who weren’t saying a word as they slurped down their kimchi jjigae.

“Jogiyo!” Haechan shouted, still in an indoor voice, waving his hand around for the waiter’s attention.

The old man looked up from the register while grabbing his order pad before noticing that it was Haechan who called out for him, and when his eyes settled on Aurora again, he beckoned his wife over alongside him. Aurora watched from the sidelines as Haechan welcomes them like old friends. It was clear from the get-go that they knew each other well because of how comfortably they were talking about everything except what the order. Eventually, their attention diverted to Aurora. With big smiles, they inspected her from head to toe, trying to figure out if she knew Korean or if they wanted to stretch out their English skills by using her as a guinea pig.

“Is this your girlfriend?” They both asked, looking at Aurora.

Haechan chuckled. “Aniyo—”

Aurora politely introduced herself in Korean to them, bowing her head, telling them her name, and explaining that she was his new boss and as such was treating him to dinner.

Their smiles widened. “Ah, well…” They seemed genuinely surprised by Aurora’s Korean skills. “We hope you enjoy our food. And hopefully Haechan-ah doesn’t give you too much trouble at work.”

Haechan blushed.

The wife took that as her cue to scurry to the kitchen behind a cloth “doorway” while the husband continued to chat with Haechan for another minute or so before he went to ring in their order officially on their thirty year old manual cash register.

“They were the first non-celebrities I met who treated me like a normal person after I debuted. For about two years, they had no clue who I was, so they would always ask about school, girls, my family…” Haechan chuckled before bringing his water glass up to his lips. “Now that they know, they still pester me about all of that and work. They think that I should have a girlfriend regardless of being an idol.”

Aurora poured some water for herself. “And what is school, girls, and family life like for you?”

“Non-existent.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, I moved away from home before I could finish school properly, so even though I graduated high school, I’ve never really considered a higher education than that because I’m so busy with work. Girls…” He shrugged and moved on, “I don’t get to see my family often… because of work… I haven’t been home in years, they usually come to me. My sister works hard but says she’s going to quit in order to take care of her son soon because he’s a handful. One of my brothers makes close to what I make, financially speaking, so he wants practically nothing to do with me, while the other one makes next to nothing so he leeches off of me.” He sarcastically grinned and let out an exacerbated laugh. “Life of an idol.”

“Sounds like you’ve been over it for a while.”

“Work? No—”

“No, I mean the side effects of work.”

“Oh, that? Yeah… Not much I can do about it, though.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Haechan smiled at her gratefully.

When the food arrived, the ahjussi placed Aurora’s bowl in front of her first out of respect, then handed Haechan his more casually. Aurora thanked him with a bright smile. He seemed charmed by her, for being a foreigner who seemed to understand the culture and fit in so well. He looked endeared.

After Haechan said a quiet prayer, the two of them dug into their meals. All it took was one bite to make Aurora melt into her seat. She swallowed and immediately sat up, spinning around to look at the ahjussi and the ajumma who were huddling around the cash register to spy on Aurora, eagerly awaiting her reaction. They were definitely entertained when she called out to them, “This is the best kimchi jjigae I’ve ever had. It’s delicious, thank you!” before digging in for more. Haechan laughed out of embarrassment. Americans could be loud, Aurora was no stranger to that, but she had to show her appreciation for her new favorite restaurant in town, all thanks to the youngest member sitting across from her.

The meal helped to break down Haechan's personal defenses that protected his life and deep thoughts. Having a delicious, warm, spicy kimchi jjigae on a hot day was all he needed to finally start spilling all of his thoughts and feelings to her without any worries about saying too much or being too personal with his boss. And Aurora didn’t dare to slow him down. The thing she was most desperate for at her new job was trust amongst each other, and if Haechan could truly trust her with all of his struggles and achievements, then she was making the progress she was actively striving for; and who was she to tell him to shut up, anyhow? Of course she would never pry— That would be an incredible invasion of his privacy. But in return for his honesty, Aurora opened up about her life too, telling him everything about herself that she had already told Yuta and Taeyong when they were going out for dinners as well.

“Do you see yourself working here forever?” he finally asked her after his last bite.

Aurora shrugged. “I go where the wind takes me… Right now, I don’t see myself going anywhere else.”

Haechan smiled happily before pulling out his wallet to go pay at the register where the ahjussi and ajumma were still eavesdropping, though they were playing naive when they were caught.

Soon after Haechan and Aurora’s dinner dates, the rest of the pieces fell into place. Jungwoo, Johnny, Mark, and Jaehyun all took to her— In that order— each of them having their own unique way to connect with her over time. It was a relief. She’d tried so hard to get on their good side, and it was finally paying off.

The first concert of the season approached faster than Aurora expected. One second she was still getting adjusted to working at SM, the next she was being thrown to the wolves by having to manage an entire boy group’s concert on her own. Well, not on her own. Of course she had Yuta and Taeyong by her side, and there were a million assistants and department heads who were there to help, but Aurora still felt alone in the endeavor since it was her first concert with them. It was her first test too. Not only were the execs keeping a close eye on her during her “transition period,” but the boys were also watching to see how she would do. Would she prepare well, perform well under pressure, adjust accordingly when things would inevitably go awry and she would have to problem solve on the spot? Aurora trusted herself to do all of that but she was a stranger to them, they weren’t sure how much they could trust. She knew that she couldn’t fumble. She couldn’t have a single hiccup. Because if she fucked up one thing, then all of the effort she had put into earning everyone’s trust and respect would crumble to pieces within a blink of an eye after trying for so long to build it up from the ground.

All of the pressure on her shoulders seemed overwhelming the morning of the concert. Before then, Aurora had maintained her cool— Never wavering in the face of difficulties. But that morning sucked. She woke up in a bad mood, nothing seemed to be going her way, and she worried that all of that bad luck was going to carry over into the concert which was a terrifying thought. So she did the first thing she thought of as a solution. She called Taeyong. For the first ten minutes of the call, Taeyong let her just rant into his ear without a single bit of input from him, and it felt relieving to get everything off her chest; but even better than that was the feeling of hearing him reassure her that it would be okay. She was going to be okay. Everything was going to turn out alright. He was right, of course. Obviously he was right. Aurora knew it even before she dialed his number, but hearing it from him, someone who had just as much of a right to not trust her and instead judge her, made all the difference in the world. He lit the fire under her ass that she needed to immediately get to work.

Aurora was at the concert venu first thing in the morning to oversee things as they were being set up. Honestly speaking, however, she was there before most people were… There wasn’t much to “oversee” until crew members showed up to start building the stage, setting up the floor chairs, working on the lights, stuff like that. So Aurora spent her time greeting people as they trickled in slowly while she multitasked setting up the boys’ green room to be perfect for them and all of the staff members whenever they would arrive. The stylists needed their own space in one corner to get the boys dressed, the makeup and hair teams needed the entire wall lined with mirrors and make up tables to pretty the boys up, and the boys needed chairs to lounge in while they would wait for call time.

The boys weren’t scheduled until later in the morning to early afternoon, so it was mainly just Aurora keeping herself busy with tasks that came up randomly while dealing with the shocked looks of staff members who didn’t expect to see her there so early. But the looks on the boys’ faces when they did start to appear was priceless. Mark and Jungwoo arrived together, and they nearly fell over when they saw Aurora rushing around the halls of the stadium with a stylist in search of a necklace that fell somewhere between the car that brought the outfits and accessories and the green room where they were setting up. Johnny came on his own, and when he saw Aurora helping the stylists organize the wardrobes, he raised a brow at her and made a sly comment about how she didn’t need to do that since it wasn’t her job.

“I’d rather help than sit around and do nothing,” she replied.

Johnny glanced around the greenroom to note that she was judging some of the stylists and staff members who weren’t lifting a finger, and the boys who were just sitting and talking. Johnny smiled before also going to take his seat between Doyoung and Jaehyun who arrived moments earlier.

Like the perfect friend he was, Yuta showed up with an extra coffee with Aurora’s name on it— Figuratively, not literally. She sighed and pouted with relief as he passed her the cup with a laugh.

“You’re the best,” she told him.

“I know.”

They sipped out of their straws simultaneously, then Aurora scurried off to do some more work that came to mind. She forgot to thank him. She only realized it when she was too far to turn back, so she made a mental note in the long list of to-dos for the day to thank him properly later and hope that he didn’t think she was a complete asshole in the meantime.

“Noona, I brought something for you,” Haechan announced after finally tracking her down.

Aurora looked up to find him carrying an extra coffee for her. When he saw that she was already matching cups with Yuta, he slumped with defeat, not knowing what to do with the coffee he was so proud of himself for bringing in the hopes of being her savior.

She laughed. “Put it in the fridge in the green room with my name on it. I’ll have it later. Thank you, Haechan.”

Another ten minutes later, Aurora was being disrupted again by someone else trying to get her attention while she was in the middle of talking to Mark's assistant about his schedule the following day and how they would be able to get him home early so that he could rest before having to wake up early the following day. She tried to keep talking through whoever was interrupting, but they kept trying to get her attention until she finally snapped.

“Yes?”

Taeyong stared at her, shocked.

“Sorry,” she apologized quietly, brushing her hair behind her ears and taking a deep breath. “What’s up?”

He held up a cup of iced Americano for her, but he didn’t hand it over since she was already holding one and he looked concerned for her. She was about to tell him to label it and put it in the fridge like Haechan had, but Taeyong beat her to it with a sincere topic change. “Noona, how long have you been here?” he asked her worriedly.

She didn’t stop moving when she replied, “Don’t know. What time is it?”

“It’s only eleven.”

Aurora shrugged; That wasn’t as late as she thought it was, there was still plenty of time to get everything done. “Uh, I got here around five, so… Six hours?”

“Why?”

“Someone has to make sure everything’s ready to go for you boys.”

“That’s why concert directors exist.”

“I got here two hours before she did, so, I’ve just been keeping myself busy, is that a crime, or—”

Taeyong reached for the coffee in her hand and stole it from her. They stared at each other. He just took her lifeline. What the fuck was he thinking?! She needed that to survive the rest of the day!

“Noona.” He held the cup out of reach when she lunged for it. “You need to sleep.”

“After the show.”

When she lunged for it again, Taeyong rolled his eyes. “We won’t get out of here until midnight, if we’re lucky. Please sleep before you pass out in front of everyone.”

“I won’t pass out, Tae.” She finally got a hand on the cup so they began playing tug-of-war with it. “That’s why I have the coffee, to keep me upright.” She won. Her victory lap consisted of taking big gulps of the coffee to finish it before he could steal it again. “See?”

Taeyong sighed to himself, “Americans.”

As he started walking off to find the boys, Aurora called out to him, “I’m telling Johnny you said that!” But Taeyong didn’t seem bothered, so Aurora huffed and took a moment to silently inspect her surroundings. What had she been doing before she was interrupted? What was next on her list? “Shit.”

Stage check began around noon, which meant Aurora had to drop everything else she was doing so that she could corral the boys out of their comfortable green room where they were all spread out on the couches doing various things like napping or playing games on their phones, and she had to guide them up to the stage where the choreographer and concert director were already quietly meeting to review some last minute details.

“Look who showed up,” the choreographer teased.

The boys laughed lightheartedly. In a team effort, the choreographer and the concert director began moving the boys around to show them their stage marks for the first few minutes of the show, meanwhile Aurora dragged Haechan who was a straggler in the back up to his assigned spot as well. Once she was sure that they were all there and ready to work— Though they were lazily standing there in what was basically pajamas— she knew that she was done.

Aurora finally took a brief moment to breathe while the boys were on stage and she sat in one of the front row chairs in the audience seats to watch them. Before she even realized that her first coffee was done, an assistant approached her with the coffee Haechan left for her in the fridge. Unprompted. Aurora looked up at her, confused, but the assistant was smiling and insisted that Aurora take the cup by silently switching them. The assistant wasn’t hers, so why did she go out of her way to get Aurora some more coffee?

“Fighting!” she whispered to Aurora with her fists lifted at eye level to show her encouragement.

Still a bit confused, Aurora mimicked her for an awkward moment before settling. “What’s your name?”

“Hayoon.”

“Thank you, Hayoon.”

“It’s no problem,” she reassured Aurora. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

During the entirety of stage check, Aurora and Hayoon sat together, exchanging socials, talking about the boys— Since Hayoon worked with them far longer, she had all of the gossip and the inside scoops to help Aurora out. At one point, when Aurora finished her second cup of coffee, Hayoon said that she would recycle the cup for Aurora, and when she returned to their seats in the front row, Hayoon brought the coffee gifted by Taeyong. Aurora chugged that. Her heart and mind were racing, her stomach felt like it was about to crawl out of her body like she was in Alien or something, and her whole body was shivering with the jitters of caffeine. She was wired.

By the time the boys were finally done with rehearsal, Aurora was ready to run a marathon with the amount of pent up energy she had. Yuta took notice first while they walked together back to the green room.

“Have you eaten anything today?” he asked, side eyeing her.

“No, why?”

“Have you had anything to drink except for coffee?”

“No.”

Yuta sighed, disappointed. When they entered the green room to start getting ready for the concert, Yuta walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and a small box of grapes that the boys requested to snack on in order to keep up their energy throughout the four hour long show.

“Sit,” he told her.

“I don’t have time—”

“Yes, you do, sit.” Yuta pushed on her shoulders to plop her down on one of the couches before handing her the water and grapes. “A five minute break won’t kill you, but all that caffeine might.”

“Aren’t you guys to blame since you brought all the coffee in the first place?”

“And whose decision was it to chug all three cups?”

“Touché.”

Aurora sat and ate the grapes while Yuta watched her closely to babysit her, despite the fact that the designers were trying to encourage him to put on the first outfit of the night, and the makeup artists were telling him that they needed to start his makeup soon or they would fall behind schedule. It was only after Aurora gave him a stern look and threatened to stop snacking that Yuta gave in. Everyone else was already getting ready, so she didn’t have to do much aside from wait for something to happen so that she could “manage” or “assist.”

Since they were dressed and pretty much ready to go, Mark pulled Haechan and Doyoung to the side where they huddled up tightly and bowed their heads before quietly praying. Aurora tried not to stare in order to give them some privacy. Instead, she attempted to keep herself busy by moving all of the boys’ phones and personal belongings off of the makeup desks and into each of their personal bags so that nothing would get lost or stolen, but also because she wanted everything to be neat.

“Is she ever going to rest?” Jungwoo whispered to Johnny.

Aurora glanced in the mirror of the makeup desk she was standing at to watch for Johnny's reaction, but all he did was shrug before looking over at her, the two of them making eye contact through the mirror. Panicked, Aurora realized she should have looked away, but instead she froze and continued to look at him the same way he continued to look at her, even while he told Jungwoo, “I’m not sure she needs it… Not yet, at least.” That was when Aurora finally looked back down.

“Alright, let’s move!” the stage manager called out.

The boys quickly finished adjusting their microphone packs on their pants before filing out of the room to follow Aurora and the stage manager through the halls and to backstage where they silently got into position. Aurora watched from the side as they all pushed their in-ear monitors to settle comfortably right as the lights in the venue went dark, prompting the audience to cheer loudly with anticipation of seeing the boys come out briefly. With one last deep breath, Aurora calmed herself down. They did good. Taeyong looked over in her direction with a smile and a thumbs up just before the stage doors opened and the boys stepped forward into the spotlights.

[lvrrgirlll]

Bang Bang, Kiss Kiss

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Synopsis: you meet Patrick Zweig at a disco club in 1974…what happens from there is a blur

Pairing: 70s!Patrick Zweig x 70s heiress/socialite/partygirl!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: nsfw, smut, p in v, fem reader, implied unprotected sex, some fluff, tiny bit of angst at the end if you squint, hastily proofread

Notes: Very excited to have written this and to be getting it out! I honestly have soooo many different ideas when it comes to 70s Patrick lol, this is just one! As always, enjoy <3

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The year was 1974.

You were an NYU student, an heiress to the biggest tennis racket manufacturer in the country, and an avid party girl. That’s why you were currently in the Bang Bang Lounge on a Saturday night, dancing to groovy disco music with your platform heels on.

As the lights reflecting off the large disco ball at the center of the room cascaded down your body, bathing you in a waterfall of colors, you unknowingly caught the attention of a very important tennis player.

Swaying to the rhythm, completely unaware of you surroundings, the man approached you. “Hey,” he offered coolly. His words broke you from your somewhat drunken, disco fueled stupor, leaving you a bit in awe of his good looks as he stood tall before you. He didn’t look like the type of guy to be in a disco club…

“Hi,” you voiced back confidently, still swaying here and there. It seemed to him that for you to stop dancing or smiling must’ve been near impossible.

“I like your moves,” he said with a charming smirk. He eyed you up and down before letting out a light whistle, which told you it wasn’t just your moves he liked. Before you could ask if he wanted to dance, he leaned in a little closer, whispering in your ear: “You wanna get outta here?” He looked at you again, eyes scrunching as that devilish smirk painted his lips again.

“Sure,” you smiled, nodding your head and reaching for his hand.

To your surprise, he didn’t immediately try to take you home, or go home with you for that matter. The two of you actually ended up at a 24 hour record shop.

“Oh you’ve got to have heard this one,” he asks through quirked brows as he holds up The Doors’ self titled album.

“Well, of course, I wasn’t born yesterday. Just not my thing,” you shrug, flipping through the records opposite him. “See this,” you exclaim, holding up ABBA’s new album ‘Waterloo’, “this is music!” At that, he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Sure babe, that’s like that stuff they play in the clubs,” he said dismissively, but somehow with that same sweet charm as before.

“And what’s wrong with that? You were in a club not too long ago…” you muse, trying to figure him out. It dawned on you as you filed through records that you didn’t know anything about this guy…you didn’t even get his name. And he doesn’t have yours.

“The clubs are kind of obnoxious, I mean, a great time and all, ‘ya meet pretty girls like you…but man, that music is something else…” he shakes his head with a chuckle, but stiffens a bit when he looks up and notices the serious stare you’re giving him. “What?”

“What’s your name,” you ask plainly.

“Oh- Oh! Shit, I’m sorry, Patrick- uh, Patrick Zweig,” he replies a bit flustered, smiling cutely at you.

“Nice to meet you Patrick,” you extend your hand to shake his, ever the lady your parents raised you to be. When you tell him your name, his ears perk up.

“Y- your last name…it wouldn’t be as in…the tennis rackets? Would it?” You merely nodded in response. “I play tennis,” he then exclaimed excitedly.

“Oh, that’s nice,” you say sort of dismissively, smiling, confused at his enthusiasm to tell you that.

“No, no, baby, I’m a professional tennis player. Top 100 in the world right now,” he brags, slinking his arm around your body to walk through the record store closer to you. You can practically feel the electricity between you two; the chemistry is undeniable and it’s getting harder and harder to walk around this record store like you don’t want to just completely jump this guy’s bones! So what if he doesn’t like disco? He’s hot as hell!

“Oh, so you’re like…successful?” You were playing dumb. You wanted to see just how much he’d talk himself up.

“You could say that…” he gave you a crooked smile, leaning into you just a little bit. The record store was feeling stuffy all of a sudden, and you both knew it was time to move along. “So,” he turned to you, then, with a curious expression “your place or mine?”

That’s how you ended up making out with him in the plush conversation pit of your penthouse apartment that your trust fund funded. You were straddling his lap, on top of him, holding tightly to his shoulders to brace yourself as you kissed him passionately. His fingers carded through your perfectly styled hair as he kissed away all the remaining lipstick you had so carefully swiped on only hours ago. “God, you’re perfect baby,” he smiled up at you in between kisses. You giggle lightly, rolling your eyes and feigning humility, which only turned him on more. One thing about Patrick Zweig, he loved a woman as confident as him.

You broke the kiss not soon after, sitting up and reaching for the zipper on the side of your dress. You removed the sparkly little number, leaving Patrick sighing, his eyebrows knitting together as if he was hopeless beneath you. When you were finally bare in front of him, he could only look at you with the dopey expression of a man completely whipped. “Thank God for women’s liberation,” he mused cockily, as you eagerly began unbuttoning the few buttons that were still buttoned up on his shirt. His hands were positioned comfortably behind his head as he watched you take action. He eventually moved to help you, though, reaching for the buckle of his belt. Both of your breath was ragged, overcome with desire and anticipation, as well as exhaustion from the fervor of your kisses. That didn’t stop either of you, though.

Finally, he pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his thick cock springing free and hitting his stomach just a bit. He was big. At the sight of him, you let out a soft, surprised (maybe even nervous) “oh.” He could see the blush creeping up on your cheeks as you wondered inside how he would even fit.

“Don’t worry baby,” he smiled, caressing your cheek with his calloused knuckles. “You’ve got this, yeah?” He looked up at you, expecting nothing and hoping for everything. Somehow, in a partygirl he met at a disco club, Patrick had found the angel to answer all his prayers. You nodded in response, smiling at him before your hand reach for him, pumping slowly before lining him up at your entrance. As you sank down onto him, he could feel your warm walls squeezing him while you felt filled beyond belief. “Fuck,” he gasped, throwing his head back. It took a moment to adjust to his size; you sat atop him, holding onto his shoulders and breathing steadily, before you began to pick yourself up and down. You rode him like a champion, both giving and taking pleasure as you moaned together in ecstasy. He held you to him, his hips snapping to meet yours with faster, harder thrusts as your bodies pressed together.

“F- fuck, Patrick, please, don’t stop,” you whined, eyes screwing shut as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach tighten.

“Could…never stop. You’re too good,” he murmured back breathlessly as he took over entirely, your body growing weak as your high came closer.

“Oh! Patrick, I’m gonna cum, mmm, I need to cum,” you whimpered in his ear, so fucked out you were like a rag doll on top of him. It was hard enough to piece together a coherent thought.

“Do it baby, cum for me, please,” he said with an earnest sincerity that almost caught you by surprise for a mere hookup. As your climax washed over you, your body trembled and tensed up all at once, before letting go, leaving you sighing in satisfaction. Patrick pulled out, pumping himself between the two of you till he finished, hot ropes of his cum spurting out onto both of your stomachs. You sat quietly for a moment, before he insisted on cleaning you up. “C’mon,” he sat up a bit, steadying you in his hands. “You wanna shower or you got a washcloth?”

The two of you showered together, surprisingly un-sexually. He made a point of being gentle as he lathered soap over your bare skin. It wasn’t usually like this with random hookups. But then again, he wasn’t like usual guys. Afterwards, you couldn’t kick him out, what, with him being such a gentleman after all. “Stay the night,” you asked him with big doe eyes. He thought you were beautiful before, with all your hair and makeup done, but seeing you now, barefaced and fresh out of the shower, he found you even more irresistible.

“How could I say no,” he cracked a toothy smile before following you to your bedroom. Facing each other in bed in the dark of your room, there was a lingering desire for honesty and intimacy between the both of you. You spoke first.

“It’s not usually like this, y’know,” you started. “You’re different. In a good way. I-“ you paused, minding yourself, but the late hour was getting to you anyways. “I think I could really like you.” You could hardly see him even though he was only inches away from you, your room pitch black, but you could feel the way he exhaled as he chuckled a bit.

“I could really like you too,” he mumbled sleepily. You heard a sigh, then. A heavy sigh. “I’ve…I’ve got to go to California tomorrow. I’ve got a friend out there who I need to see, plus there’s a match I can’t afford to miss.” Now you understand why his sigh felt heavy. He was saying goodbye. After one perfect night, of course there’d be a goodbye.

“Oh…alright,” you replied softly. “Well at least we have tonight…” you reached for him, moving in close and falling asleep in his arms.

In the morning, you woke when he did, which was bright and early. He had a plane to catch and needed to go back to his hotel to get his things. “I’m sorry I couldn’t see you longer,” he said as he was putting his pants back on. “This isn’t the end. I promise. We’ll meet again, baby. Don’t you worry,” he rushed his words as he was buttoning his shirt anxiously. He moved to the living room, looking for his wallet when you had a brilliant idea, running back into your bedroom to scrawl your number on a piece of paper. “I’ve really got to go! I’m sorry,” he hollered, heading towards the door.

“Wait,” you shouted, running out of your room and to the door. “My number. Call me from California?” He offered you a warm smile in return, the corners of his eyes scrunching. He nodded, taking the slip of paper, kissing you on the cheek, and heading out the door of your apartment.

And as he got in a cab, leaving to chase his future, you could at least find some solace in the fact that he was going to make a name for himself at the end of a racket branded with your own.

[norissisca]

“I wish to be with you in my final moments, my love”

Satoru x Suguru X Non-Sorc!Reader

DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT — FEMPOV

content warning : gore, thoughts of cannibalism, death, angst, miscarriage, alcohol, mention of rape, horror themes, psychosis, suicide

You’re currently on : PT I

long a/n : cw contains the overall warning of the fic, this chapter won’t have all of the warnings contained in it. also okok i get it, it’s a short chap but whatev. suguru isn’t introduced in this chapter yet heh. . . i js posted this cuz i am extremely delayed when posting this. this fic won’t be as good as well since i rushed it, i will edit it throughout trust me

August 10th, 2017, at around dawn,

Jane Doe has been found deceased.

Your eyes shot open, rapid breathing taking over what seems to be the left overs of your lungs as you laid on the grounds of the Tokyo alleyway. Cold. Empty. The pouring raining punching your lifeless body as you were alone as the only source of light was the billboards shimmering at night.

Your wish wasn’t able to be fulfilled.

Oh, poor you. Poor y/n. It was going to happen either way, you were destined to this fate even if they wanted to protect you and hide you away from it. It was already planned to happen.

Just barely conscious, you could still make out that outstretched curse made up of the body’s of a human flesh and fluid with its umbilical cord still drooping. It was just digging away into your stomach as if it was a starving, remorseless hyena scavenging at the remains of it’s prey; whilst paring its skin with it’s fingers. It’s shit eating grin invariably plastered on its prolonged face gave you deja vu, glistening its overwhelmingly amount of teeth. Too large to be humane but yet too small to be inhumane.

You wanted to move, to scream as you felt the agonising pain of your pancreas squelching against your intestines as if a child was playing with your guts like slime, except this was no child. . .

Its eyes wider than anything human just bore into your’s as it toyed around with your digestives. Squish. Squish. . Squish. . . The metal smell stinging your nose as you didn’t feel no anger, sadness, fear or anything. Except, desire to help it. Assist it grab your body parts and just gollop it down your dry throat.

Its disorientated voice squalled out, verbally struggling to word out the words it desired to say towards you.

. . .

“Maama. . .”

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4 months prior to the accident.

The room was dim as you lay sprawled out on your stomach on the king size bed, the white sheets covering partially of your bare skin. That night. . . That night kept replaying in your mind, his unwelcome hands touching you. The only thing you could recall that night was his sinful words with that revolting shit eating grin.

As your hands grasped onto the silky sheets, your breath hitched as you wanted to get him out of your head. Until you felt a pare of welcoming hand slithering across your arm towards your hands before interlocking with them which made you loosen grasp of the sheets. The feeling of a warm muscular skin flushed against your back as you felt some legs entangling with yours.

“You’re so tense. Is something on that pretty mind of yours sweets?. . .”

The raspy whisper spoke as you knew straight away it was Satoru. Only he had the spare keys to your penthouse — that he supposedly bought even knowing he only sleeps there with you when he doesn’t have to teach nor have any missions otherwise he’s in the jujutsu dormitories due to his tight schedule of only 3 hours of sleep. You would turn around to face your boyfriend making eye contact with his icy blue eyes, a soft hum slipping out of his lips as he leant in to kiss your lips that lingered quite sometime. Just his way of showing who’s his girl.

“Toru, it’s nothing. Just stretching my fingers.”

You tenderly spoke through the kiss as he pulled away. Silent. . . Than all of a sudden his lanky fingers started stretching your cheeks with a goofy smirk on his lips, he was pulling your skin like a granny teasing her granddaughter as a devious chuckle flowed out of his mouth

“Hehe.. Look you’re a pufferfish, glob glob glob!!”

You would shoot him a glare as now he started smacking your cheeks gently to make your lips pout out like a pufferfish before he slowly stopped with one last smack and a ‘glob’ before retracting his hands and a look of a child caught red handed grabbing cookies from a jar plastered all over his face. Sometimes even you have to treat your own damn boyfriend like a child for him to control his antiques, but yet again, it somehow made you get that thought from that man out of your head.

“Anyways, you staying for the night? I thought you normally stayed at that weird little Hogwarts place.”

Your fingers brushed his white bangs out of his face so you could clearly see his charming face. As a non-sorcerer you never really understood Satoru’s wizard of oz world of sorcerers, I mean after all you were born without a cursed technique. Satoru did try to explain cough cough I mean teach the whole thing to you even his uh— what was it called again? Seven eyes? Number eye? Whatever and how he’s like a ‘god’ amongst everyone, but at the end of the day you just saw him as an average person. Except for his white locks and striking eyes. Damn, you can never get tired of staring at him, maybe he is a god with that beauty. Who knows.

The ironic thing about this is that he dated you not just for your oh so cute little face but also the fact you viewed him differently and also your morals, which were somehow quite similar to Suguru’s except in a more of a less sorcery way. Even though he preferred to focus on his life and also desired somebody merely as strong as him; yet he still chose you and somehow you also chose him even knowing he wasn’t that all faithful.

“Mmmmm. . . Naaaaah. . I’m staying for the night. And it’s not called Hogwarts! It’s Jujutsu high! Thank you verrrryyy much.”

He even emphasised on the word ‘Jujutsu high’ to remind you the name of the school he worked at before quickly cutting himself off and looking down to your chest, his goofy grin reappearing again after trying to put on the tough guy act when correcting you. His fingers wiggling in a way he’s ready to fondle with them, your eyes darting from his hands to your chest than back to him, your brow raised with a small giggle escaping your lips.

“Zooweee mama! My little girls are looking just as beautiful as they usually are, come to daddy!!”

With excitement and exaggeration he would pull the sheets over him and snuggle up his face between your chest whilst wrapping his brawny arms around your waist like a belly chain, a highschool girl giggle vibrating against your skin and then with with a content sigh, he would’ve shut his eyelids in relaxation. Your hand would slither into his white locks, giving them a massage as you closed your eyes and kissed his head with your eyes fluttering shut as a heartwarming smile forms.

“Goodnight toru. ‘M love you.”

As y/n falls into a slumber, Satoru would halfway open his eyes with seriousness that he usually doesn’t show. His infinity warps around them both as his six eyes senses something or somebody watching afar from the glass walls in their large bedroom that looked down the Tokyo city, possessively pulling himself more into your body and his grip around you tightens.

“Tch. . .”

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May 11th, Thursday at 1200

Your mouth would widen as a teary yawn escaped, your hands would rub away the tear remnants. The heel of your shoes making contact to the concreted ground with taps whilst making your way to the shops. A soft hum slithered from your lips as you pulled out your phone to see any new messages, noticing you have 16 new ones from Satoru.

My Blue Eyed King of Big Backness 🩵💙

baby

Sweets

penis

oK soz

sweetie boo boo bear my little queen of grumpiness and sexiness

i heard ur going to the shops

plz buy sweets

i beg i have been such a good boy. . . heh

can u also go to the new bakery

wait nvm i will go muself and drag nanami with me

love

ove u

pove u

. . .

looooovvveeee yyuyy

bro the fuck

love you 😘

also the kids say hi (dw they don’t know who you are I didnt tell them who u were)

today, 9:30am

pls send nudes of yoy back bending 🙏

today, 11:00am

Jesus Christ. It’s ironic how all of your notifications were just Satoru trying to just even say he wants sweets. A heavy sigh left your lips as you put away your phone and walk into the store you just arrived at to buy groceries. . . And sweets.

As you exited the store with a whole bag and of food for restock and the other bag filled with sweets, you would make your way back towards the penthouse. The weight the of the bags being extremely heavy causing you to drag them across the ground slightly. Before you could even straighten your back you felt a shudder through your spine.

You couldn’t even move a muscle, you felt as vulnerable as a deer at headlights. Beads of sweat would drool down your forehead as you felt your breath hitch against your throat. The shopping bags fell to the ground as the beating of your heart started beating rapidly with a gut feeling inside of you lacerating you to look behind. . . But you couldn’t. The agitation you’re feeling right now is preventing you to do such movements.

“MY GOD Y/N!! You never told me the guys here in Japan were this cute!”

The loud shrill behind you of a voice that spoke English with a high pitch eventually made your body snap around to see a blonde girl dressed up in a revealing outfit with a massive gleeful smile printed on her face. You knew her. . . It was your old high-school friend : Addison.

You felt deja vu from the sight. Addison? What is she doing here?. . . Your eyes hastily scanned around the place, it was a large bathroom with the echo of loud music in the background and flashing lights flickering through the door of the room. Your head glanced towards the floor mirror. You were also dolled up.

But, you were just—

“Hey! Hey?!! Earth calling y/n? Don’t tell me you’re drunk already!! We just got here, ughhhh. . . I knew drinking all of those boozes wasnt a good idea.”

Her dramatic groan made you look back at her face, your features now softening as you felt comfort around her presence. Still trying to put a finger to what is happening you would sigh tenderly and loosen your shoulders, you were probably drunk as hell. It was said drunk people do hallucinate when intoxicated, maybe that’s what you were experiencing.

“Sorry, Addy. I think I might be a lil drunk. . .”

You spoke in a gentle tone but loud enough to be heard over the muffled up-beat music, your hand rubbing the back of your neck. You felt her hand interlock with yours and drag you out of the bathroom in a rush of adrenaline, a laugh erupting from her lips.

“A lil?? Your drunk boo!! Now let’s have fun and don’t be too drunk, I will need that translation for the Japanese we will be hearing!”

As she dragged you out of the bathroom the music got louder, the bright lights flaring would cause somebody with epilepsy have a seizure and the stench of heavy alcohol hits your nose without warnings. Everything felt so real. Until, you noticed around Addison’s neck was a black choker that almost resembles a rope, it almost seemed like a mockery the choker.

Shit. This wasn’t Addison, you remembered. . . She shot herself almost half a decade ago.

Coming into an abrupt stop, you teared your grip away from Addison’s grasp. Your breathing now coming to a fasten motion. Addison would also halt and tediously turn around towards you, her face now cold with dispassion. That same shudder from before came back crashing towards you as you took a step back, fumbling.

The glares. . . You felt eyes stabbing into you as Addison’s emotionless features continued looking, with hesitation you teared away from her eyes grasping contact with yours to only realise all those glares were from everybody in the club. . . Everybody was staring right at you, the exact same expression as Addison, same petrifying looks that could curse you.

Except for one. One in particular. A tall, almost same height as Satoru, maybe 10 centimetres shorter. He had long raven-like black hair that was lustrous and a disturbing but yet alluring features upon him. You felt the eyes subside the longer you look at the man, the feeling of betrayal and anger with a tint of mournfulness now took over your emotions as he began mouthing words. The only thing you could understand from the spoken words he tried to proverb were—

Everything was cut off as your eyes flutter open, peeping down you would notice Satoru wide awake and his icy eyes glowing, his seriousness dissipating as infatuation was now plastered on his face. As Satoru saw you awake, his eyes would soften whilst lifting his head up from your chest to give u a large goofy grin.

“Hey sweets, did I wake you up?”

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Thank you for reading — pt II will come. . .

Love,

Norissisca

[hollywoodroses]

We need freaky ass duff, like disgustingly freaky, not like shit kink, but yk what I mean, make it pounding into when he’s sweaty and using a lots of toys and idk just freaky shit THANK YOU!!!!! YOUR WRITING IS FUCKING AMAZING

OMFG, Thank you so much! I’m glad people like my dirty mind and writing style. 😘

peep show (a requested duff mckagan story)

While visiting the red-light district in amsterdam, duff gets dragged into a wild x-rated experience.

warnings: very heavy smut including: exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of toys, pain!kink pet!play, choking!kink, mommy!kink. reader just gets off on duff’s sexy body. language including sexual language. heavy fem!slash, mild drug use and drug hallucination.

a/n: hi anon, I tried to make this one as dirty as possible. I hope you like it, I’m nervous for this one. 🥺

mdni

Summer 1988 - Amsterdam (10pm local time)

It was the middle of Guns N’ Roses appetite for destruction tour in Europe. The band was taking a few days off and checking out the night-life. Duff was currently in a cafe, having lost track of his bandmates. He was offered a pill to take with his coffee, too curious for his own good he took the pill without asking any questions. It only took a few minutes for the medicine to do its magic and suddenly Duff was on an LSD trip. He saw a powerful light which caused him to leave the cafe in order to get rid of the uneasy feeling. Not realizing where he was going, he ended up in the infamous red-light district.

Duff was in shock as he saw half dressed men and women walking very openly in the streets, literally dragging people into the pornographic shows. He came up to an open window which showed every sex act known to human nature. He got up close as he watched two naked women swap spit with each other, a chill going down his spine.

One of the women noticed him and kissed him through the window egging him on to join her. Duff was curious but curiosity killed the cat as he joined her in the fun.

Meanwhile, you were watching Duff from the open door of the sex-house wondering why the small little lost kitten was being a bad boy. You are naked with a clear shall wrapped around your oily body. You walk towards the two women who are playing with your pet. You grab a collar and a leash that was on a table and once you get close enough to Duff, you step outside from an opening on the side of the window.

You lightly put your hand on Duff’s chest which started to feel wet from his sweat after taking the pill. Taking his shirt in your hands, you grab it and rip it open hearing him moan for you. You whisper dirty words in his ear which causes him to lay his head on your shoulder, a perfect way to give your kitten the collar he deserves.

When Duff feels the collar around his neck his eyes go wide in shock. You push him to his knees and proceed to walk him like an obedient pet. Duff walks on his hands and knees, whimpering from pain. He feels his cum drip out of his dick seeming to be turned on by the whole experience. He couldn’t wait to rail you until you are screaming in ecstasy.

You walk him into the building and sit on a chair, encouraging Duff to sit in your lap. He grinds into your pussy and you moan while closing your eyes. You want to feel him close to you but you get sidetracked when he licks your lips, you can’t help but moan at the whole situation. You start to heavily make-out with him, your eyes are in shock as he begins to suck on your tongue. Feeling yourself get hot, you push him down on the floor in front of you. He slowly starts to lick your pussy feeling you dripping for him makes him even more excited.

You can’t help but blush, he keeps licking and sucking your pussy that you shout as you squirt in his face. Some of the liquid ending up in his mouth, you praise him at how well he behaved. You pull Duff into your arms and kiss him, sticking your tongue down his throat. Feeling your nipples go hard, Duff starts to suck on your chest while dry humping you. You watch as sweat starts to drip on his body. You can’t help but lick his sweet water, a moan getting lost in your throat.

Your hand finds a vibrator as you kiss Duff passionately, rubbing it on his dick as the other half rubs your pussy. You can feel Duff straining to speak, you hear him moan “mommy” like a religious mantra as the vibrator slips from your wetness and falls to the ground.

“That’s right baby, keep going. I know you want me.” You reply with lust in your eyes.

You smile as you literally feel like you own him.

Duff sees a toy dick on the table next to you, as you can’t help but rub against his body while feeling like a whore. He smiles wickedly as he takes it in his hands and starts fucking you with it. Loving hearing you moan like a porn star made him even more wild for you. He drops the toy and lets go of you to undress himself, sitting back in your lap. He begins to rail you until your a screaming mess. Duff laughs as he lightly puts his hand around your neck to get a rise out of you. To his surprise, you roll your eyes back and lean your head over the chair, moaning. Your voice gets the attention of the two women from earlier, one of the women smiles as she was the one that got you to join the sex house. She’s so proud of you, she walks up behind your chair where you are leaned back as kisses you while your head is upside down. Covering Duff’s hand around your neck with her own. When she takes your tongue in her mouth you orgasm so hard you see stars.

You kiss Duff with so much passion you feel a pain in your heart that you have to let him go. After Duff gets dress, you kiss him one last time, sneaking a note in his pocket as he leaves the wild world behind.

the end

[childoferebus]

WHOMST

[cementcornfield]

Some of Tee and Ja'Marr's thoughts on the Tee Situation

Tee said to me 'right now I get to play with one of the, if not the, best quarterbacks in the game, I get to play with one of, if not the, best wide receivers in the game, that opens up so much more for me.' And then he said 'this offense is designed for so many different players to be spotlighted, the way that I am used in this offense so plays to my strengths.' And then he said to me, 'can you guarantee I can have that exact situation anywhere else?'

....

So do I think he's taking a home discount? No. But I do think that he is very very smart, he sees the whole picture out there...

....

It's very easy to compare this situation to what Ja'Marr had at LSU with Joe Burrow and Justin Jefferson. And Ja'Marr has said Tee is very different than Justin Jefferson. That every single minute with Justin Jefferson was a competition. That everything was who makes the more dynamic catch, who has more catches in practice, who runs faster? Everything was that way. Ja'Marr had to speak up and demand the ball a lot at LSU, because so was Justin. Ja'Marr told me that he doesn't have to do that in Cincinnati because Tee, and this is a quote from Ja'Marr, is one of the most unselfish humans you'll ever meet.

[bookwyrminspiration]

reading gideon the ninth:

reading harrow the ninth:

[immortalsins]

im so so tired jsjdhbj an engineering employers panel just scared me half to death with their startups and innovation and investment and passion commitment linkedin networking etc etc etc i hate it here

[sevenseasaurus]

so do the rest of you guys just simplify your dreams when explaining them to people or do I just remember a significantly weirder degree of depth than the average bear

[puthyflapps]

I have an intimate truth to share: I think Sunday would be a very cute name for a shoni baby who lives on a farm with her two moms. Sunday Shalifoe??? They could call her Sunny!! C’mon it writes itself!! And if she looked just like Shelby?? The material is there!! 😭😭😭

[mars-ipan]

i do love my family very dearly but the internalized ableism the men in here struggle with is. so much