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beefboyandbabygirl · 11 months

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Girl Code (18+)

pairing: student!jihoon x student!reader

genre: college au, angst, smut (MDNI), lotta crack, friends to...?

description: when you and your friends find out jihoon's been writing down everything you've off-handedly said about "girl code", you simply have to know why.

warnings: brief bondage/restraint, heavy insecurity on readers part, self-doubt, dirty talk, pet names, dom!uzi, sub!reader, desperation, oral (f. receiving), praise (f. receiving), muscly uzi, unprotected sex (dont do it guys....), pining, bad writing, red velvet are your friends, theyre super fun, mingyu is excluded badly, he just wants to b a part of it :(

quotes from my creative director (@joshibambi): "i am simply a hole for him", "pussy? wet. heart? pounding. me? yearning", "every1 talks ab sapphic yearning but what ab just. jihoon-yearning?",

wordcount: 12.0k

a/n: idk why but this is deffo not as good as my previous works. n e way also sorry to @onlyseokmins bc i promised her a seokmin fic WHICH IS STILL COMING i just felt like this was kinda genius and needed to happen first ok bye

It’s mid-spring, and the world is blossoming and flowering around you. Grass sprouts greener, plants drink in the heavy rainfall and flowers are blooming, slowly unfurling their pedaled heads to crane into the beautiful sky. At odds with nature, people walk the street to be drenched in the downpour, only to be dried off by the shyly peeking sun, and to have freckles surfacing on their skin and hair, getting frizzy from the humidity, when they’re biking along the streets. It’s serene, it’s natural. You’re reminded to love the place that birthed and fostered you.

But that’s out there.

You’re sitting, bottom planted firmly on the sticky surface of Joshua Hong’s couch, looking distantly into artificially colored lights, flickering across the floor, where people are dancing on one another in skimpy outfits and makeup, and everything is very far from the moon and the flowers.

“The second one is a lie!” Seulgi yells over the music, cup of god knows what in her hand, and slurring her words.

Sitting on the couch and stools surrounding the coffee table is you, Mingyu, Soonyoung, Seulgi, Irene, Yeri and Jihoon.

“No, I know she likes anal!” Screams Soonyoung giddily (forever oblivious to his surroundings), receiving a glare from your roommate, Yeri. You were currently playing two truths and one lie, and attempting to discern whether Yeri was lying about being on television, lying about having black belt in taekwondo or lying about having tried anal. “It’s about whether or not she’s tried it!” Irene rolls her eyes and huffs. “My point still stands,” Soonyoung grins and eyes Yeri, and you watch somewhat disgusted, reminding yourself to ask her about it later.

You’re sitting next to Mingyu, utterly small next to him, and the two of you are only watching the scene unfold, sharing snickering glances when something funny happens. “I’ve never done taekwondo!” Yeri screams at Soonyoung, and you and Mingyu fall back in your seats laughing and slapping each other, when Soonyoung’s face drops for a moment.

“They’re so dumb!” Mingyu cries, and you nod buried in a decorative pillow.

“Screw this noise, I’m finding Junhui,” Hoshi mumbles, a little deflated from his loss. Then he’s standing up, cargo-pants and all, and trudging away, pouting over his shoulder when he hears the laughing continue.

Jihoon - who’s been incredibly quiet and observant throughout the night, only sipping a single bottle of beer, slaps his thighs. You’re hoping in his ever searching eyes he hasn’t seen the way you’ve been staring at him all night. Are you drunk or is he so complex and sexy, and wearing a t-shirt that shows his huge arms and pants that show his thick thighs? You’re almost certain you can chalk this up to only ever seeing him in sweaters that totally swallow him - almost. “I’m going too,” he announces, standing up and not leaving much room for argument.

“Why? I’ll be the only guy,” Mingyu whines, pout pushing out his bottom lip. You scoff. You know he loves feeling like he’s one of the girls. “Paper,” Jihoon says, and adds more, when he realizes he’s being so curt it’s almost rude: “Tomorrow. I have a paper tomorrow.”

The group seems to accept this, knowing the stresses of college are weighing on each of them heavily. But your eyes narrow. You’re not buying it.

You watch him sling his jacket across his body, biting back more words. He’s quiet, sure, but never this quiet. With how he’d slumped back in his seat all night, almost bent into himself, there must be something bugging him. Jihoon’s eyes meet yours. It’s a half a second, but you feel like he knows you’re on to him, the way he hides his face under his long, black hair again and turns his back to you. All of a sudden he’s hurrying away, excusing himself half-heartedly. You narrow your eyes even further and purse your lips.

“Be right back,” you say. Seulgi pouts.

You’re trudging after him, fussing with your hair all of a sudden and adjusting your dress and - God, you care so much how he sees you. But you suppose you care more that he’s okay. That’s why you’re squeezing through the dancefloor, getting grinded on by several anonymous bodies, before pushing out to the entrance and finally breathing air that wasn't coming directly from someone else’s mouth.

“Jihoon, wait-”

You catch up to him by the doorway, where he’s stopped his journey, to slip Vernon a bill for a ziploc of mediocre weed.

“Jihoon!”

Finally, he hears you and he turns to you, where you’re regaining your last leg from the mass of bodies. Vernon is apparently still sober enough (you wouldn’t have thought so) to understand time and place, so he gently pushes past the two of you into the crowd.

You’re not ready for the look he gives you. Eyes so sharp and face darkened from his shaggy hair, curling into his face, and frowning and furrowing his brows as if he couldn’t understand why you’re here.

It sends your out-reaching body slamming backwards. You’re shrinking away from him, eyes flitting downwards self-consciously. You consider your history with him for a moment, weighing it in a glass of vodka-cranberry. This is pathetic, you realize, and it feels terrible. You’re pathetic and desperate and clingy and why would you feel the need to ask him this.

And then one moment to the next you’re scolding yourself for thinking that way. For thinking it was wrong to reach out a helping hand.

Jihoon apparently has enough of you debating with the angel and the devil on your shoulder, because he speaks finally: “What is it?”

There’s a pause.

“Are you okay?”

Another pause. You watch Jihoon’s face soften in shock, mouth falling open for a split second, before he’s closing it again and looking away. The ziploc crunches in his fingers, when they tighten and he shoves it into his inner pocket.

“I’m good,” he says.

“Okay.”

And this time and even longer pause! You can barely take it, the way he looks at you, and it almost feels like he suspicious of you, like he’s trying to discern what you’re doing here in front of him.

“Have a good night,” you say. He nods slowly and begins to walk off, and you watch him and the way the moonlight fills the entrance, so you’re coated in for a moment. Then it disappears with a slam of the door. You let out a shaky sigh.

Why did you do that? Why would you even think to do something like that?

You decide against standing there for any longer, not allowing yourself to overanalyze it, and you turn around to go back to your friends. Yet again comes the song and dance of trying to navigate the most terrifying human cesspool, face scrunching up in disgust as you make your way back to the sofa, almost unscathed, except you think you accidentally got caught in an armpit.

“Y/n! Come quick, so you can be a part of this momentous- momentous.. Moment!” You hear Mingyu calling and when he’s finally in view, you realize something very, very terrible is about to happen.

Mingyu’s holding a leather notebook between his fingers - Jihoon’s notebook. It’s the one he’s always writing in; the one he shuts closed whenever anyone gets too close, the one he keeps tucked under his arm at all times; the one he’s inexplicably writing in, even if he’s blasted on Vernon’s weed. And it’s private and he’s somehow forgotten it.

“We’re not opening it,” you say immediately, power-walking back to your spot in the couch. Mingyu snaps his head towards you, and he almost looks offended at that. “What do you mean we’re not opening it, of course we’re opening it!”

“It could be private, Gyu!” You retort and Seulgi chimes from her spot on the couch: “I’m with Y/n.”

“No, what? Fuck you guys! We’re seeing what’s in that notebook!-” Irene spits. “Thank you!” Mingyu says.

“Yeri, it’s up to you,” you say, eyeing your roommate sharply, as you sit down again. The entire group turns to her, fury behind their retinas, and she gulps, shrinking a little.

“Me, I just…” she shrugs abashedly and trails off. There’s a moment where you think she’ll side with you and leave the poor boy alone. You have some semblance of faith in your friendship, and maybe, maybe she’ll back you-

“He’s a music major, it’s probably just angsty lyrics, now open!”

“Yes!” Irene and Mingyu gloat, and despite wanting to respect his privacy, you scoot closer to Mingyu (he scoffs at you, but does not mention it further, as he is itching with curiosity). With a solemn, heaved sigh, as if about to unfurl the world’s grandest mysteries, Mingyu’s large hand flips the book open.

There’s no justified way to put word to the shock that follows this. The first page reads:

“Girl Code Rule #1

Guys should bring flowers on the first date. Either lilies, roses or tulips. Depends on vibe.”

There’s a confused silence - as much as silence as you can get from a bass-boosted room of drunk college students.

“What?” Irene quacks in disappointment, leaning closer to read it again. “Why-.. Go to the next page.” And Mingyu does, turning over the page and the next couple of pages follow suit.

“Girl Code Rule #2

Whoever offered the date pays for dinner. First date should always be dinner, ‘none of the bowling crap’.

Girl Code Rule #3

Guys are more attractive the more hygienic they are.

Girl Code Rule #4

It’s an ick to wear skinny jeans. *Google what an ick is.”

They come one after another, each more confusing than the last, and it’s not until number 5, that the heavy, suffocating spread of realization begins blooming among you. Clarity - your minds open like leaves of a flower in spring.

“Girl Code Rule #5

The cinema on Attacca street is a nightmare and we hate them. Never go there.”

“That’s-” you begin.

“Us!” Yeri finishes, pointing her finger at the page but directing her eyes, wide and pupils small from shock, towards you. The group exchange gaping glances. It’s undeniable - the cinema thing is relating to an incident that had happened months prior. You refuse to go into detail, but it had gotten grim.

“These are all things we’ve said!” Seulgi snatches the book out of Mingyu’s hold, beginning to mindlessly scroll through the book with furrowed brows, etch growing deeper and deeper in outrage.

“That’s- This is crazy. That’s so not cool!” You shriek and Yeri nods in agreement: “Girl code is for girls only!”

There’s a general agreement on the outrageousness of this. That is, except for one big boy on the couch.

“I meaaaan,” Mingyu is looking a little sheepish sitting in the middle of you and Yeri and Seulgi and Irene. All eyes flit towards him, small and sharp. He’s talking slowly, lowly and carefully: “You guys have to have said it out loud while he was there, so you weren’t exactly being discreet…”

“Men don’t usually listen to women, we thought we were in the clear!” Irene hisses.

“No man has ever listened to me in my entire life,” Seulgi deadpans, looking at Mingyu from beyond the book. Mingyu throws his hands out, incidentally hitting Yeri in the face, and ignoring her pained groans when she falls back on the couch. “I listened. Just now. Check that off your list-”

“Why is he writing this down..?” You mumble, seemingly the only one grasping the gravity of the situation (although maybe there is none? You can never tell when it’s with him) and it truly is such a mystery. Was he attempting to pry open the minds of women? You don’t exactly think he has trouble finding dates, so you’re left a little at a loss.

“Let’s ask him-” Mingu says.

“He just left, dumbass,” Irene spits and you can tell she’s almost disgusted with herself for ever siding with him.

“Let’s ask him tomorrow, then, after class,” you say decidedly.

“Ugh, don’t talk about tomorrow..” Yeri groans, and you can see the regret settling in because why do all the hot guys throw weeknight parties? “Y/n, can we go home?” she asks and you’re nodding immediately.

“Seul?”

“Yep.”

And in the span of just a couple of seconds, your entire friend group is packing up, Seulgi stuffing the book into her tote bag. Mingyu’s still sitting, much smaller when you’re standing over him, and when he has that almost starstruck look on his face. “I’m so glad I’m a part of this, guys.”

“You’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu counters, clearly thinking otherwise. He’s grinning stupidly. “Hey, wait, where are we confronting him tomorrow?” he calls out suddenly, but you’re already on your way out.

“GUYS! WHERE ARE WE MEETING?” _____________________________

You, Yeri, Seulgi, and Irene sit side by side on the middle-back row in class, eyeing Jihoon from the peaks. It’s a quiet, morning class, and the teacher rambles on while the four of you glare down at him. Or at least they glare. You hope it’s not noticeable how there’s something softer in your eyes - something almost tender. He’s fidgeting a little. Maybe he feels the pairs of eyes on the back of his black-buried head or maybe he’s noticed the book is gone and he feels the consequences coming.

It was certainly a strange situation to tackle. Mingyu did have a point, if it was a private conversation, you certainly had not discussed it as such. And even then, was there a crime in what he was doing? You just couldn’t understand how Jihoon possibly felt the need to garner all this information on women. He’d never had trouble picking up girls. You would know.

You shake the terrible, terrible thought away, when Irene speaks up: “The coward is all nervous.”

“Okay, let’s calm down. We can’t know he’s an evildoer, before we find out his true intentions.” Seulgi reasons, a hand soothing over Irene’s arm. Yeri nods softly. “God, I wish class was over.”

And suddenly it was. Well, twenty more minutes of suffering through a class that was totally lost, picked up by the pollen-saturated wind. Then the professor is excusing himself and wiping the board.

Never in your life had your group been so fast at packing up their things, pencils and computers shoved down bags, before you’re strutting (model-walking) over to Jihoon. “We need to talk to you,” Yeri says, once she’s in front of his desk, hand on the wood. Jihoon looks up from where he’s packing his bag, eyes peeking through the thick strands of hair. He nods. He knows.

As you wait for students to exit the class (Minghao giving Jihoon a confused grimace, before he squeezes out), you study Jihoon. He’s still sitting, and you’re all towering over him. His pale skin is glowing in the light and he purses his lip and bounces his leg - God, his thick leg - in nervous await.

Students are slipping out the door in droves and when the last, tired body escapes, Seulgi reaches into her bag and pulls out the leather-bound book. “We read it.”

“I figured,” he mutters. He’s avoiding your eyes, flinching a little when Irene slams her hand onto the book. “So, why have you been writing down the girl code?”

Jihoon sighs. His lips make a tight line, and you can see how he wonders what to say. The pause would’ve been more tense had you not had the girls with you.

“The girl code is for girls only,” Yeri supplies.

“Well, you weren’t exactly being discreet about it-”

“Just answer the question, Jihoon!” Seulgi snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. “This is, like, top-level strange.”

“Alright!” Jihoon throws his hands up in the air. His eyes flit to you, totally quiet and scratching your nails on the wooden table. You look away. He sighs a little. “I… It’s..”

You almost want to hug him when he buries his face in his hands, tugging at the ends of his hair.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

The four of you exchange glances.

“We won’t.”

He pauses.

“It’s.. IhaveacrushonthisgirlandIdon’twanttomessitup.”

There’s a beat, where the information glides cooly into your skulls and you begin to process. Jihoon - cold, cynical, loner Jihoon - has a crush on a girl and is trying to improve himself for her?

Holy hell.

“Jihoon!” cries Seulgi and Irene chimes in, equally as adoring and diffused: “That’s so cute, you should’ve just said something!”

There’s an uproar of coos and cries and oohs and ahhs and compliments being thrown at Jihoon and he just sits there, cheeks blazing bright red, although with a little, shy smile on his lips.

And then there’s you. It’s so dumb. Why can’t you help the slight disappointment that lowers on you, like the fog does in the blooming season? Why can’t you smile wider, happier for Jihoon? Why do you feel this way? Does it really take all this commotion for you to realize how much you want him? You half-smile and look at your shoes. Just as how your feelings blossomed like a flower in spring, you hope they, too, are destined to wither away once more.

“Congratulations,” you say to him, giving him a dignified nod. Jihoon looks at you for a moment, before he smiles tightly and thanks you.

“Jihoon!” Yeri says, and you know you’re about to hate her for what comes next: “We can totally help you with the crush!”

Jihoon’s eyes widen. “Really? I mean- you guys don’t have to-”

“No, no! You can come to our girls’ nights and we can tell you everything!” Irene cuts in, nodding in reassurance. Jihoon smiles to himself a little sheepishly.

“Who is it?” Seulgi asks, and you can tell her heart is triple its usual size.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Come on!” Seulgi begs, but Jihoon is steadfast. He gives her cheeky smile and shakes his head again. “No way. It’s my secret.”

“We can keep a secret!” Yeri begs, bending her knees in plea. You, unusually quiet, speak up again: “We can.”

There’s a pause while Jihoon looks at you again. He narrows his eyes and it’s almost like he’s trying to decode you. Maybe he’s noticed you’re just as quiet as he was, at that party. You hate yourself when your heart picks up at the thought of him caring about you.

Suddenly he’s snapping out of it and smiling and shaking his ruffled head of hair again. “No. If girl code was supposed to be a secret, then I don’t even wanna think about telling you.”

This time there’s no talkback, only somewhat embarrassed nods.

“We deserve that.” _____________________________

You come back to your dorm room that afternoon, and lie down in bed. Thoughts of Jihoon plague your mind and you feel disease-ridden, attempting to push away the thought with the same useless reminder: You should do your paper, gotta do your paper now, it’s due very soon…

But no matter how many times you tell yourself, you can’t overcome the crushing feeling in your chest, like your entire rib cage is being compressed.

You know when these emotions started. It was at the Halloween party, six months ago, and Jihoon had been wearing a cop-outfit and you, with a more humorous approach, a lobster costume (Mingyu was a chef). Somehow, he’d still found you sexy though, because he was laughing in the bathroom of Seungcheol’s frat house, ripping the costume off of you.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna fuck a lobster,” he’d said in between kisses, laughing again as he caught sight of the costume, discarded on the floor. You giggled. “Me neither. There are plenty of fish in the sea, you know?”

And he’d thrown his head back, still with that black hair, still in that sexy fucking uniform, and his nose all scrunched and adam’s apple bopping in time with his joyful laughter. “Stop making me laugh while I’m trying to get you wet!”

“I’m already wet,” you’d shrugged, “you’re hot.”

And before you knew it you were handcuffed and he was rutting into you against the sink. His cock was disappearing and reappearing from your pussy, hooked onto him like a vice. Groaning and listening to your withheld moans, he’d left the most sinful hickies along your shining neck, while mumbling desperate praises to you: “You’re so pretty, N/n, letting me have you like this, so fucking hot.”

You supposed you’d buried those feelings, because you felt so pathetic for catching feelings from a one night stand.

And it is pathetic. And you are pathetic, and desperate, and alone, and God, is it even Jihoon, or is it the way it suddenly feels like no one wants you?

“Stop that,” Yeri says suddenly, lying on her bed on the opposite side of your room. You tilt your tired eyes towards her. “What?”

“I can hear you thinking. What’s up?” She said nonchalantly, dropping her phone, that she’d been mindlessly scrolling through. Cheeks bunched up on your pillow and mascara smudging under your eyes, you look at her and sigh.

“Just tired,” you hum. _____________________________

Jihoon has been adopted. For a whole week following that incident, suddenly, your friends are taking him with them everywhere, and your safe space is invaded by his hair, his laugh, and his subtle cologne. It’s him with you during movie nights, it’s him during girls’ nights, and it’s him while you’re getting ready for a bar-night, all sitting in Irene and Seulgi’s pink-tastic room, doing makeup on the floor and on the desks and on the bed.

“I love your eye makeup,” Seulgi says to Yeri (it’s a pink number with glittery inner corners), under eyes totally covered in white powder, as she’s baking her makeup. Jihoon is sitting on the floor, hair tied up in two pigtails that Irene had given him. “Thank you, Seul.”

You’re doing your own makeup, working blush into your cheeks and trying not to look at him, the way he’s half-lying on the carpeted floor, looking absentmindedly into his phone. His thighs are huge, and he’s wearing gray sweatpants, and you think you’re going insane.

Irene (who’s done with her makeup before anyone else, always) looks up from her own phone. She narrows her eyes deviously. “Jihoon, what do you think of Yeri’s makeup?”

Jihoon snaps his head up, pigtails bouncing. “Uh,” he looks a little lost, when he turns his head over to Yeri, who smiles sheepishly, not totally understanding what was happening. “It’s nice.”

“Just nice?” Irene smirks, and Jihoon finally seems to catch on to the fact that this is some sort of test. Indeed it was, and you knew it from the moment Irene began to talk. Your eyes flit between them, sitting behind you in the mirror. “Can you elaborate on that?” Irene smirks.

“It’s…” Jihoon considers what to respond, almost nervous. “She looks better without makeup.”

“Son, no!”

“Never!”

“Absolutely not!”

It’s a cacophony from the girls, even a pillow is thrown at his head, which he dodges in shock. “Never say that to a girl, Jihoon! It’s rude!” Irene lectures, a finger pointedly thrown in his direction. When he doesn’t seem to get it, Yeri explains: “Imagine spending time on something, only for someone to say they’d wish you hadn’t done it all.”

Jihoon, who’s been bristling like a disturbed cat up until now, softens in understanding. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, our child, you’re learning,” Irene says, face turning back to her phone, as she apparently has lost interest in the conversation.

You watch quietly with a bemused smile, having paused your ministrations on your face, brush held in the air before you. Jihoon’s eyes flicker over to you, an unreadable expression on his face. You meet his eyes in the mirror, pitch black and blank. You look away quickly.

You can feel him, still looking at you, and you feel self-conscious at the way you crooken your back to better focus on your face. What’s he thinking? That you look ugly? That your back is ugly? Your makeup?

“Are you okay, Y/n?”

You freeze. His voice is soft as ever, and you understand now, better than ever, why he’s a music major, because it’s so melodious and sweet in your ears. All eyes in the room snap to you and you eye them all in the mirror. “Yep.”

Yeri sighs, exasperated. “She’s been depresso for, like, a week.”

“I’ve been fine,” you correct, smudging out the pencil on your lid. “I’ve been fineeee,” Yeri mocks, making her voice nasally and high. You glare at her through the mirror, but all she does is stick her tongue out at you.

“I’m just stressed out, okay? I've got a lot on my plate,” you mumble bitterly, and it’s true, because every time you’re trying to do assignments, papers, write notes and focus in class, you think of him, and how he doesn’t want you. And one wrong thing leads to another, and then you’re thinking about how no one wants you, and you haven’t had a boyfriend since you entered college. And then it’s something about how you look, or it’s something about how you are, as a person, and you just sit at your desk with this terrible feeling in you gut, trying not to cry, or hoping that your sniffles don’t overpower Replay by Shinee blasting in Yeri’s headphones, as she’s eating crackers in bed, just a few feet away from you.

“Just talk to us if you need anything, okay?” Seulgi frowns and you smile at her, hoping it looks convincing. She nods at you, turning back to her handheld mirror. But alas one person stays staring at you. You avoid his eyes, trying not to look like you’re about to cry.

“I can arrange a spa day? We can get our toes done,” Irene asks, and she wiggles her toes in the air for emphasis. “Ooo, yes!” Yeri exclaims.

Finally, Jihoon’s attention is ripped from you, wincing at the thought of another person handling his feet. “Can I skip out on that, maybe?”

Irene scratches her chin, pretending to think about it. Then she says, bluntly and directly: “Nah.”

_____________________________

“Let me come with you to the spa!”

“No! Jihoon, walk faster,” like a mother, Seulgi is grabbing Jihoon’s wrist and dragging him further from the tall, huge man behind you. Mingyu is following you all like a dog, whining and crying, and pouting. “Please, guys! I don’t wanna go with Seungcheol and Jeonghan, they’re mean!”

“Spa day is for girls only!” Yeri yells over her shoulder, as the five of you stumble away from Mingyu, crying out to you. “What about him?” Mingyu yells and points.

“Don’t listen to him, sweetie,” Seulgi tells Jihoon and he nods very seriously. “He’s our adopted son! Now shoo!”

Finally Mingyu gives up the chase, and you disappear behind the outerwall, beginning down a busy street towards Irene’s favorite spa. “I don’t get how you’re friends with that guy,” Irene says, elbowing you, and you both snicker. “He’s a pup,” you shrug.

The streets are filled with people, the sun is shining, and it’s spring, and everything should be great, because you’re with your friends. But he’s here too. Swallowed up by his hoodie, pitch black in a sea of colors, he’s still here and his very presence has you tense, and yearning for the touch of a masseuse. The streets that had grown so familiar, that you thought you had learnt and mastered, had become so foreign, and you’re trying to escape into yourself, trying to find a backdoor out of the constant blabbering, teaching Jihoon the importance of gossip and female communication and companionship. These are your friends. The sadness eventually musters into frustration.

Soon enough, you’re sighing so hard you think your soul escapes with it through your mouth. A spa-worker begins massaging your feet, and working her thumbs into your sore soles. Irene laughs at your reaction, two seats over. “Told you all you needed was a spa day!” she beams. Yeah, a spa day and maybe a new friend group that wouldn’t adopt the guy who you should certainly not be around!

And speaking of him, he’s sitting in the chair right next to yours, grimacing and flinching back from the disdained worker.

“What are you gonna tell her?” Yeri quips, smiling at the end of the row. Jihoon takes a second to snap out of his constant flinching, looking over at her nervously. “Oh, uh…”

The girls are all looking at him expectantly, but you’re squeezing your eyes shut and wishing your ears could shut too.

“Probably, like.. ‘Hey, I like you, would you maybe wanna go out on a date sometime?”

“Pssh!”

“Absolutely not!”

“As if!”

Jihoon is a little flabbergasted.

“Here’s what you’re actually gonna say,” Seulgi leans over in her chair towards him, directing him with a finger in her armrest. You hear Jihoon scramble in his chair, and you know he’s taking out that stupid notebook again.

Seulgi lowers her voice to mimic his, when she talks again: “‘Hi, crush, how are you?’ Wait for her response… Then: ‘I’ve always thought you were very beautiful. Your very presence takes my breath away. I would like to take you on a date, would that be okay with you?’ And be suave about it.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.”

Yeri and Irene burst into laughter, hitting the armrests of their chairs and covering their bright smiles with their hands. Even you snort in amusement. “What?!” Seulgi exclaims, outraged. “What’s so funny about that?”

“Nothing, I just-...” Irene wafts herself, trying to ease away that tears of glee that spring in her eyes. “I can’t imagine any man, let alone our son, saying that to a woman.. Wow.”

“It’s good! I would be flattered,” Seulgi defends herself viciously. Yeri snorts from her seat: “It’s not a drama, Seul!”

“Well!” Seulgi scoffs, twisting her upper body to face Yeri now. “Maybe I would like my life to be a drama, thank you very much!”

Their argument continues viciously, insults and laughter being thrown at each other left and right and you can almost begin to tune them own, letting the feeling of pads on your feet and a gentle, cool brush on the nail lure you to sleep.

Then there’s a hand on your forearm. You peek an eye open and see him - God, it just has to be him - leaning over his chair to gently grasp you. He looks at you through lashes, and he’s so sincere that it kills you when he says: “I can tell you’re not okay.”

You’re a little taken aback, one second prior you were being lulled to sleep and now he’s talking to you, so low, so seriously, while the girls try to attack each other behind him. You wish your heart isn’t suddenly galloping, and you wish his warmth on your arm and radiating onto you isn’t so nauseating. “I-”

“Don't say you are, when you're not. You’re very obvious, you know?” he hums, smiling softly when he sees you flush from his intense gaze. You avert your eyes nervously. “Uhm. I just.. I don’t really want to talk about it, Hoon.”

You flick your eyes back up to his to survey his reaction. His expression softens at the nickname, and he holds your gaze for a moment longer, before he nods in understanding, all the warmth of his closeness disappearing, when he sits back down in his seat.

“That’s okay,” he smiles at you in reassurance, and your heart leaps, and you can’t help but think that he doesn’t need anymore training to make his crush - whoever the lucky girl is - completely and totally happy for several lifetimes.

He’s a beautiful, sun-beamed flower, where he sits, light flitting through the store-front windows. You’d be happy for several lifetimes. If only he wanted you. _____________________________

“What is going on?!”

It’s Mingyu, and he’s somehow found you, as you’re trudging out of your latest class, suddenly hot on your trail and outraged about something or other. “What?” you mumble, heading to the cafe near the end of the hall.

“With Jihoon?! Why does he get to be your son when I don’t?!” Mingyu wafts his arms and pouts and you cringe, leaning away from his loud voice. “Ugh…”

“I need to know why he was writing that girl code stuff, Y/n. Why is he suddenly allowed at girls’ nights, when I’ve been trying to get in for months?!”

You take a turn into the cafe and sigh at how crowded it is, immediately placing yourself in line, Mingyu right behind you. “Calm down,” you say, just wanting a sandwich and maybe some peace and qui-

“I will not!” he snaps back, brows furrowed and a determined look on his face. You look up at him, pursing your lips in thought. Did Mingyu deserve to know? Maybe. He had been trying to get into girls’ nights forever, always going on about being ‘an honorary member’.

“I’m not sure I can tell you- Hey, can I get a tuna sandwich, please?” You say, quickly turned to the clerk behind the counter. “I won’t tell anyone, pleaseee- Can you get me one of those too? Thanks.”

You’re handed your sandwiches, and you hold both of them, drifting over to a table by the window, both of Mingyu’s hands on your shoulders and his voice in your ear: “Please, please, please, pretty please with the sugar on top?”

You plop down in your seat, simply exasperated, and hand him his sandwich. He’s settling himself down when you answer: “Okay.”

“Yes!” Mingyu fists the air in victory, mumbling self-assured under his breath: “Begging always works.” You snort and take a big bite of your sandwich.

“Stop eating and tell me!” he whines. “I’m hungry– Hey!”

Mingyu snatches the sandwich right out of your hands and grins at you deviously, dancing with it. You hate him. You hate him, but it is a little endearing.

“Jihoon has a crush on some girl and he’s been writing down the girl code in an attempt to understand women,” you deadpan, and when Mingyu’s mouth and guard drops, you snatch your sandwich back and begin gulping down hungrily.

“Are you shitting me?!” You shake your head.

“So, that's why he's allowed at girls’ night?” You nod your head.

“So, that’s why you’ve been so down?” You almost choke on your food.

“What?”

“Because you like him,” Mingyu says seriously and, with a totally stunned look on your face, you shark down the bits of sandwich in your mouth painfully. “How do you know that?!” you cry, head suddenly snapping in seventy different directions, relief washing over you, when none of your or Jihoon’s friends are around.

“Because you’ve been acting all weird around him since you fucked at Seungcheol’s Halloween party,” Mingyu shrugs. You wave your arms wildly.

“How do you know that?!” Whining, you throw yourself back in your seat, and bury your head in your hands. This couldn’t be happening. Your delicate secret, the one that could have - should have - simply faded away into summer, was now out and open, and you look out the window, and it’s spring.

“I know everything,” Mingu says ominously, giggling evilly.

“Mingyu, I will fucking kill you.”

“Fine! I needed to pee and you guys were super loud,” Mingyu pouts and takes a bite of his own sandwich. “No need to be so rude.”

“I can’t believe you know,” you groan, head collapsing on the table. Mingyu, forever and always silly, finally softens and frowns. You’re scattered.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” you say. Then, a moment later (in true Girl Code fashion) you’re lifting your head from the table and burying it in your hands: “I just. I don’t know, Mingyu. I feel so pathetic for liking him after a one night stand! And now he’s doing all this for another woman and he’s with us all the time…I haven’t had a boyfriend in college, Mingyu. I just feel so…” There’s a pause, when you’re trying to find the right word, and Mingyu stops breathing, looking at you and fearing the worst. Then comes the word, ripping itself from your lips:

“Unlovable.”

Mingyu’s frown deepens. Big, puppy Mingyu who’s always silly and happy, just slumps in on himself. “You’re not unlovable,” he mumbles, sounding genuinely disbelieving. You scoff.

“Thanks, Mingyu, it’s just.. That’s how it feels,” you admit, running a hand through your hair and looking at your half-eaten sandwich on the table. Mingyu’s quiet for a moment. When he speaks up again, he’s determined, and you can discern almost immediately that there’s no escaping this plan. Or he’ll for God’s sake start begging again.

“I’m going to wingman you,” he’s nodding to himself, and you can see the plan falling into place in his head, “I’m gonna wingman you and set you up with my friend at the party on Saturday!”

“Please, don’t,” you groan half-heartedly, but a piece of you brightens with hope, with summer, like maybe this was the thing you needed to get over your schoolgirl-crush on Jihoon.

“No,” Mingyu responds simply. “This is happening.” _____________________________

Indeed, it is happening.

The frat house is practically bumping with each beat of whatever pop song is playing over the speakers, and you lean into the rhythm that reverberates in the kitchen table beneath your fingers.

You somewhat wish that you hadn’t been as excited for this as you were, that you hadn’t spent hours picking out the perfect pink dress and doing your makeup, and that you aren’t hopelessly dependant on Mingyu (of all people) to find you a fuck. But you are. Putting on that dress and hoop earrings and doing your hair and declining Yeri’s invitation to the girls’ (and Jihoon’s) pre-party, you feel like you’re scrambling, like constantly falling through the air, flailing for something to ground yourself on.

Now, scanning over the tinted lights and the dancing people and feeling the slight, warm buzz of vodka in your blood, you know you need this. And still, you combat that slight anxiety, the insecurity that you hadn’t felt in years - what if Mingyu couldn’t find a single guy that wanted you?

Mingyu doesn’t seem worried though.

“Okay! We just gotta figure out who to set you up with. Take your pick,” he places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing and gauging your reaction. Your brows furrow as you shrug. Somehow, even when half the guys are objectively hot, you can’t say you find yourself drawn to any of them. You don’t linger on the feeling, fearful that maybe you’ll realize all the things they’re missing, the things they’re falling short of, are just Jihoon’s traits. “I don’t know, man. I just-..”

Mingyu senses your struggle and elects to give you his excellent guidance. “Alright, well you could do Joshua?” He’s pointing somewhere in the crowd, and sure enough, you notice Joshua, majoring in communications or something like that. “He’s a star: total hottie, super smart, sweet and considerate, and-”

“And he fucked Yeri,” you deadpan, head lolling over to look at Mingyu disapprovingly. Mingyu’s mouth falls open: “What?!”

“Yeah, like, two months ago!” you argue, wafting your hands. Mingyu’s mouth stays open, and he’s seemingly totally appalled by this.

“What?! Okay- nevermind. How about him?” He points his long limbs again, and this time you notice-

You narrow your eyes confusedly. Hopefully Mingyu was not trying to set you up with the biggest player in your year? “Jeonghan?!”

“What? No, the guy beside him, dickwad,” he playfully smacks the side of your head as you refocus your eyes. Indeed, a blonde guy is standing next to Jeonghan, seemingly whining at him. “Who’s he?”

“Lee Chan. Super sweet, great bod, a little dumb, but very doting-”

“Is he a freshman?!” you cry, almost as if it were a crime. Mingyu huffs. “You’re not making this easy, you know?!”

“I’m not dating or fucking a freshman,” you cross your arms and Mingyu senses the air of finality in your words. He sighs, slumping behind you for a moment, before he spots something across the room.

“Wonwoo! What about him?” he doesn’t even bother pointing at this point, simply tilts your head towards the man, who was currently talking to Seungcheol a little ways from the kitchen. You spot him. You suppose you’d always been a little curious about Wonwoo. From what you’d seen of him in passing, he was sweet and polite, absolutely gorgeous and extremely smart. You nod solemnly.

“I could- I could see that,” you say and Mingyu’s eyes light up. He bounces victoriously, punching the air. “He’s great, you’re- you’re gonna love him,” Mingyu delights and before you can even get another word in, Mingyu’s yelling across the room: “Hey, Wonwoo! Wonwoo, scootch over here!”

Your eyes widen in shock. “Wha- we’re doing this now? Just, on the fly? No warning?”

“It’s fine,” Mingyu waves you off, eyes trained on where Wonwoo is now walking towards you.

“Do I look okay?” your voice is wavering nervously. You still can’t help how you feel, even in your dress and your makeup. Where had all your confidence gone? The confidence with which you’d literally fucked Jihoon in a lobster-costume? Even the thought of him stings. Mingyu’s confident facade falters for only a split second at the vulnerability in your tone. His gaze softens and he looks at you: “You look great, N/n. Calm down, Wonwoo’s super nice.”

“Hey, Gyu,” Wonwoo’s voice is cool, as he approaches Mingyu. Standing in front of you and Mingyu, he briefly scans you, then acknowledges you with a nod and a sweet smile. “Wonwoo, hey, you know, I was just wondering if you’ve already done the history paper?”

Wonwoo is unamused. “I’m not doing your paper again, Mingyu.”

“Oh well, shucks, that’s simply too bad,” Mingyu (poorly) feigns annoyance and defeat, before he’s grabbing your shoulder. “Anyway, Wonwoo, have you met my very good friend, Y/n?”

You fake a smile, hoping the absolute pain of the current interaction was not showing on your face. If you’d known Mingyu was this bad at wing-manning, you would’ve gladly put up with his begging instead. You want to crawl into a hole and die, because based on Wonwoo’s smug smile, he has a pretty good understanding of what’s happening.

“Whoops, look at the time!” Mingyu looks at his wrist. He is not wearing a watch. “Damn, I guess I gotta go and- and leave my two good friends alone with each other, such a shame, uh, anyway!” As he speaks he backs further and further from you, trying to ignore the glare in your eyes, before he’s bolting at his last word.

There’s an awkward silence as soon as Mingyu’s gone. You feel like an unshelled turtle. You purse your lips and stare at your heel-clad feet.

“So, Mingyu was trying to wingman you?” Wonwoo’s voice is deep and bemused. You look at him in horror, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.

“Yeah,” your breathe, and he immediately begins laughing. “Sorry about that, he was- he was just trying to be helpful, although it’s hard to defend him right now.”

“He’s wingmanned me before, too,” Wonwoo muses and, thank God, this was actually a good thing. You find a balance on the common ground. “Really?” you grin, looking up at him.

“Yep,” Wonwoo admits, “safe to say I did not get my dick wet.”

You laugh hard, and it feels like a switch has flipped inside you, restarting your joy-generator, because you’re laughing and hitting Wonwoo’s arm, and he’s smiling because he’s just made a pretty girl laugh.

“He’s so bad!” you say when you’re done laughing. “Everytime!” Wonwoo drawls, “Everytime he pulls that shit and he’s never wearing a watch!”

You and Wonwoo laugh together, throwing (good-hearted) snarky comments about Mingyu around, and your cheeks are rosy and shining in the kitchen-light. Finally, party still bumpin’ and pumpin’ in the near distance, your laughter dies down and you’re both half-leaning against the counter. Wonwoo looks down at you with a smug smile.

“What?” you ask, growing insecure again under his gaze. He hums.

“So you asked for me?”

“Hm?”

“When Mingyu was wingmanning you,” Wonwoo reminded you, tilting his head. “You asked for me?”

“I-” you stutter, and your heart clenches nervously, because if things had been right, if things were different at least, you would have asked for Jihoon. It’s this gut-punching guilt. It feels wrong to use him, Wonwoo, to overcome Jihoon. “He was laying down my options.”

“Options?” Wonwoo quips, brow raised questioningly, but he doesn’t interrogate further. Instead, he leans his head down, so he’s much, much closer to you, breathing hitting your face when he whispers: “But you wanted to fuck me. Isn’t that right?”

You gulp. His presence is almost suffocating. Avoiding his eyes, you flicker them onto the dancefloor, where-

Where Jihoon is storming out of the house.

You squeeze your eyes shut - something Wonwoo thinks is out of embarrassment, from the question he’s just asked you - and try to refocus on Wonwoo. Try to ignore how the thoughts about Jihoon come bubbling in your head. It was probably something with his crush. You want to do nothing more than comfort him, hold him, steal away every bad thought he may ever have.

You open your eyes, hoping that somehow seeing Wonwoo’s face would fill you with a need for him - him, and not Jihoon - but seeing him in the low lighting only serves as a reminder that Wonwoo is not him.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Wonwoo. I gotta go. I’m really, really sorry-” you say suddenly, and immediately you’re scurrying towards the door. Wonwoo frowns, eyes following you in your path. “Did I- Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, you were hot!” you say absent-mindedly, before you’re disappearing into the entrance, and then further along, out the door.

Wonwoo stands alone at the counter, still somewhat leaned towards your ghost in front of him, and shakes his head in confusion. “What the fuck?” _____________________________

“Jihoon?”

You exit just in time to see him, stomping on the other side of the road, armless denim jacket wafting in the wind. It’s spring, just warm enough that you’re not freezing, but still cold enough that you curl your arms around yourself. Your hair blows gently. It smells distantly like flowers.

He turns around at your voice. When he does, you know your suspicions were right. He looks so defeated. His gorgeous long hair, that usually only makes you clench your thighs together, is limp and drags him downwards. His arms hang similarly at his sides, fists clenched at the bottom, causing veins to ripple along the forearms. He stands just below a street light, spot-lighted, as if on a stage.

“Leave me alone!” he yells out to you across the road, voice breaking halfway. This does nothing to dampen his demeanor - this tough front, this anger he suddenly carries. You still in the grass beside the road, looking at him pleadingly. He can’t hold your gaze.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, Jihoon,” you begin, choosing your words carefully. “But I can just.. Support you. You don’t have to be alone right now.”

This almost seems to piss him off more, clenching his jaw, sharply defined by the harsh shadows, and steering his head away from you, like a sunflower following the sun in the sky. It hurts your heart. The way he almost seems angry with you. And yet again you’re made to feel pathetic for following him out here. Like you’re on your knees and he’s standing there in front of you, spitting on you. Why does it hurt so much? You almost wish you’d stayed with Wonwoo - that you’d followed him to his room and let him fuck you and pretended you weren’t thinking about him the entire time.

“Shouldn’t you go back inside?” he’s prickling with hostility. “You seemed like you were having a good time.”

“Jihoon,” you say breathlessly. “None of us is having a good time if you’re not.”

Whatever cog you unturned, whatever screw you unscrewed, Jihoon’s tightly wound posture unwinds, and he softens and withers before you, one hand clamping over his eyes. You take this as a sign to move towards him, heels clicking on the asphalt warning him of your advance. It’s deadly quiet, save for the heartbeat of the frat house behind you.

“I’m sorry,” he says, finally lowering his hand and looking at you. You smile sympathetically, relief flooding you, when he lets you gently place a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.”

The two of you begin to walk in silence, and you recognize it as the path that leads back to the dormitory. It’s calm, steps becoming rhythmic and breeze easing your muscles with its cool touch. You study his face as it’s lit and unlit by the systemic presence of street lights. You’re able to put your own feelings aside for him, to be a martyr, and to sacrifice yourself to comfort him. It feels like cutting your own throat to talk to him about another woman, a woman he loves, truly, but you know it must be done.

“So,” you muster finally. “What happened in there?”

He scoffs bitterly, looking at the pavement underneath his shoes. You frown. “Nothing happened.”

“Nothing?” you repeat, a little confused.

“I didn’t tell her.”

“Oh.”

You’re honestly not the best comforter, you realize, cringing and hoping you’re not making it worse by talking to him about it. You see the faint outline of the dormitory at the end of the street.

“Why not?” you quip quietly. His mouth makes a tight line. He breathes out shakily, and you fear you’re riling him up again by asking further.

“She was talking to some other guy,” Jihoon says, eyes flitting to yours before immediately ducking back to the pavement. You furrow your brows. Could it be you? That thought nurtures the spring garden in your stomach, the one you’d been trying to kill. But the insecurity that had come with it, and with him, only manages to squander that light.

“I’m sorry that happened,” you say softly, hand finding his arm, but he pulls it away from you immediately. Ouch.

“Yeah,” he chuckles without humor.

Finally, you decide to just shut up, to stop pushing him when he’s so vulnerable, but this time it’s Jihoon who doesn’t stop speaking. “You know,” he begins and again he’s laughing, but you can tell it’s only a cheap plaster for the pain in his voice, “I’d memorized that- that confession thing Seulgi made. And I followed all the- the style advice and the-” his voice breaks and he hisses at how pathetic it sounds. “Everything. I did everything,” he summarizes finally and when you look you see orbs of tears forming at his waterline, like the dew drops that sparkle on leaves in spring.

You don’t know what to say. It’s almost too hard to see him like this. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, but Jihoon shakes his head.

“Stop saying that,” his voice is harsher, groggier, thick and stained by the sobs in his throat. You pause your steps. You’re standing in the yard outside the dormitory now. Hundreds of windows become an audience to where you now stand before each other.

“Why?” you ask.

“Because-” he wipes the tears away aggressively, composing himself before he finally, finally looks at you. “Because you’re gonna make me think that you actually care.” His voice is suddenly laced with venom again. The hostility that you’d tamed returns and it’s so much stronger, more bitter. You’re taken aback.

“I-I do care? Why do you think I don’t care-”

“Oh, please, Y/n. You didn’t want me at your girls’ nights or at spa day or fucking whatever. You didn’t- You don’t care about my book or my crush or my-”

“I do care!” you interrupt, voice stern and much louder. “What, you think I follow you out of parties for fun? Because I don’t care about you? And yeah, maybe I didn’t want you at the girls’ nights, but what does that matter-”

“It matters because!–” he stops himself in his tracks, hand coming out to halt you. “Fuck it, wait here,” he orders, and suddenly he is trudging into the darkness of the courtyard. You stand still, flabbergasted, and thoroughly confused. It’s so dark you can’t even see what he’s doing, only hear him in the dirt, silhouette blending into the shadows. Then, he’s walking back to you and you finally see him.

There are flowers in his hands.

It’s a makeshift bouquet, held tightly in between his veiny, pale hands, consisting of flowers that grow in the courtyard, red, yellow and lilac. It’s a slow-burning realization as he stands himself before you, looking into your eyes with a sincerity that is laced with pain. You know this part of the girl code.

“Hi, Y/n, how are you?” he breathes, and his voice is shaking and he’s looking at you and practically begging you to play along - to indulge him, even if you would turn your back on him. You can hardly register anything but him and those flowers, because your surroundings, the moon, the stars, the shadows and the streets are overpowered by the blooming in your chest. A single flower unfurls the pedals of your heart until you are open before him. You meet his eyes.

“I’m good.”

He nods.

“I’ve always thought you were very beautiful,” it almost seems like it physically pains him to admit these breathless feelings. “Your very presence takes my breath away. I would like to take you on a date,” another pained, gulping pause. “Would that be okay with you?”

It’s as if time has stopped in this moment; how his chest rises and falls under his shirt, how his hair gently nuzzles his face, how his eyes blear out at you from underneath his bangs, how he glows in the moonlight, and how his hands shake around the stems of the flowers.

“Was I..” his voice is hoarse, “Was I suave about it?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage, because all those flowers that you had stomped into a half-death were coming alive again and this time it was more than welcome.

“Yes?”

“Yes, you can take me on a date,” you break into a wide smile and, upon realizing you probably look like an idiot, you lower your gaze and your warm, shining cheeks to the pavement. He gasps, and it’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.

“But- you and Wonwoo-?”

“Do you wanna know why I was even talking to Wonwoo?” you ask, and when you meet his eyes again, he’s also smiling. You can’t help but reach out a hand to wrap around one of his, still frozen in holding the flowers. He quickly maneuvers the bouquet to the other hand and intertwines your fingers. Your heart soars. “Mingyu found out that I was sad because you had a crush on someone - I didn’t think it was me, you know? So he promised to wingman me at this party.”

“Son of a bitch,” Jihoon whispers, and you laugh, feeling so floaty and lovely. “Don’t call him that,” you say, but Jihoon only smiles cheekily, eyes matching the crescent moon in the sky above you.

“No, I meant me,” he says. He looks down at the flowers and frowns. “Is that why you were so quiet? On girls night?”

You nod and he sighs. “I’m such an idiot.”

“No, you’re not. You’re so sweet,” you say genuinely, and Jihoon nearly melts at how much you mean it. There’s something so wonderful about the way all the words, that he would never use to describe himself, float around your head and sparkle in your eyes in this moment, looking up at him.

Jihoon needs to kiss you. He’s not sure he’s ever needed anything as badly. He rips his free hand from yours only to place it tenderly against your cheek, pulling your face and your warmth into him, bouquet held out at his side to allow you snugly in his chest.

His lips are so soft and his nose nuzzles your own, plush hair tickling your forehead, and his huffed out breaths dance along your cheeks. Your lips mod perfectly, unlocking the shackles with which that earth-shattering yearning had held onto you. The world is anguish but will momentarily and suddenly be interrupted, cleaved apart with a sudden gash, by a planet-killer: love.

You truly don’t mean to make it heated, hell, you’d be content just kissing him forever, feeling how his tongue prods at your lips and meets your own, but his sculpted chest under your fingers draws out a pathetic moan. His eyebrows spring up and he pulls back to look at you. You blush under his gaze, fiddling with your dress.

“Holy fuck, that was so fucking hot,” he gasps, lips swollen from your insistent sucking on them, panting into the night air. You brighten at his compliment. “Inside. Now. To my room.”

“You know, girl code says to not have sex before on the third date,” you say smugly, unprepared when his free hand pushes you back into his chest, and his lips drag over half of your face, finding home at your ear. His voice is a growl: “Fuck. Girl code.”

He begins a somewhat dramatic march to the front door and you can’t help but run after him, taking his hand, and seeing how he smiles at that feeling. He looks so happy. Your heart skips a beat, because it’s you - you’re the one making him so happy.

And he’s so hot, it’s all you can think about as he drags you along the corridors, how nice his arms look in the sleeves denim, how pretty his hair is, his fucking face, and the chest you just barely felt under your fingertips. You’re watching doors pass in a monotonous routine, jittery and unable to wait for the one that might be his, for him to take you through it, and for you to bloom, totally and perfectly under him.

“Fucking finally,” he breathes, voice gruff and much lower than you’re used to when he stops at his door, fishing for his keys in his pocket. It enters the lock and with a click, everything you fantasized about is opening to you.

As soon as you’re inside, he’s kicking the door shut and pushing you against the wall, nails gripping into your dress, when he finally drops the makeshift bouquet on his nightstand. He cries out into your mouth at the way your chest bounces from the impact, immediately capturing your lips in his again.

You can’t help the way you’re tugging at his hair, trying to ground yourself in the feeling of him, when he shoves a thigh between your legs. You moan into his mouth, rutting into him, while his wandering hands pull your skirt up you to pool around your waist. He pulls back to look at you, how your hips cant into his strong, big thigh, and how your pink, lacey panties cling to your wet pussy.

“Off,” he mumbles, apparently having decided that the simple tugging of the fabric of your dress won’t be enough. You turn around in a daze, not even uttering a word, simply shoving the zipper at the back of it.

Jihoon groans, he has to, seeing the way you stick out your ass to him, while your hand lay flat on the wall. You shake your hips teasingly at him, and his hands float to your ass, petting it and squeezing it in his fingers, and biting his lips because it looks so fucking good and plump, and there’s a wet spot in your panties. He grabs your hips and rubs his dick into you. You gasp at the feeling, nails scratching against the wall.

“You make me so hard, baby,” he says breathlessly, unable to help himself humping against you, pre-cum spilling from his tip. “Shit,” he grunts, and you’re squeezing your eyes closed at the outline of his dick pressing into your pussy.

Finally Jihoon collects himself and his cold hands drag the zipper down. The top of your dress loosens and slides down your shoulders, where Jihoon aids you in slipping it off. His hands spin you around, finally taking a breath to marvel your bare chest in front of him.

You blush, suddenly so bashful, when just before you were wiggling your ass at him. You curl your arms over your chest, but Jihoon’s own come to stop them. “No, no, no, no,” he tuts, almost sad, “why are you doing that?”

You don’t answer immediately, but apparently it’s not a rhetorical question. His hands intertwine with yours to prevent you from covering yourself up. “Uh, I don’t know,” you stammer sheepishly, “I don’t wanna, like, kill the mood or any-”

“You’re not killing the mood, pretty,” Jihoon whispers so, so achingly sincere and your heart hurts.

“Sorry, it was just-”

“Don’t say sorry,” he lectures, interrupting again. He tilts his head and he looks at you with a flaming intensity. “Try again.”

You pause, flustered out of your mind.

“I-I’ve just been feeling a little insecure lately, I guess,” you say and you’re positive your face is beet-red, but if it is Jihoon says nothing, only pouts and releases one hand only to direct your eyes back to his with a hand on your chin.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he says and even when you seek it out, you can’t find even the slightest hint of lying in his voice. “I want to show you, but I can’t do that if you cover up. Understand?”

You nod, lips breaking into a little smile, that his heart becomes hot like the spring-sunshine. “Okay,” you say and he smiles brightly, releasing your chin from between his fingers.

He guides you onto the bed, but it’s no longer heated and rushed, it’s so soft and gentle, and he pulls off your underwear only after you whisper in agreement, and then he lowers himself into it, again, only allowing himself the pleasure when you whisper a strained yes and nod vigorously.

He fully makes out with your pussy - his lips are wrapped around your clit, licking and sucking it, and fucking moaning into it, sending vibration straight to the coil in your stomach. You’re moaning so loud, broken cries bouncing off the walls, while your finger wrap into his hair and your legs thrash. His tongue flattens against your folds, then dips down to trail around your slit.

“Jihoon!” you cry, hips bucking into his mouth. He groans again, releasing your pussy with a soft pop. “Fuck, baby, keep saying my name like that.” And then his face disappears in your pussy again.

And you do, everytime his nips and gums on your sensitive folds, tongue trailing back up to your nub to fully envelop it. He sucks, hard. And you think you might cum the second you look at him, because the image of his full head of hair buried in between your legs and lapping like a starved man is so pornographic, your head spins.

He might go insane from just the taste of you, he realizes, because even when you cry that you’re cumming, and your legs shake around his head and your pussy is soaked with your cum, he can’t bring himself to pull away, strong arms wrapping around stomach to still you as you begin to wiggle from the feeling of his tongue just continuing to lap at you.

“Jihoon! Fuck, t-too much,” you whimper and the sound shoots straight to his cock. He finally pulls away, eyes still trained on your pretty cunt, and the way it clenches around nothing. “Clenching so hard, sweetheart, only for there to be nothing, shouldn’t we fix that?” he hums, leaning down to trail his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness on its tip.

You whimper uncertainly, when he crawls back over your body, hair tickling your face when hovers just above you and he shushes your pathetic squeaks. He pushes the wet finger into your mouth and you suck obediently. “Shh, baby, just taste yourself on my finger, how can you be insecure with a pussy like that, hm?”

You cry around his single digit, tongue sliding over it eagerly. He wants to fuck your face, the way your pretty, plump lips wrap around his finger, but he’ll save that for another time. “Shh, baby, I know. You’ll be stuffed full of cock soon, don’t worry,” he rasps soothingly, and slips his drenched finger from your mouth.

Finally, he rips the denim jacket off, white tee following soon after, and you’re left, mouth gaping, at the how toned his stomach is, how big his pecs are and how fucking thick his arms are at his side.

“You’re so fucking hoot, Hoonie,” you drawl, making grabby hands to urge him back to you. He smiles at those words, even gains a small dusting of pink on his cheeks, but he shakes his head. “Gotta get my pants off, baby.”

“Hurry up,” you grin playfully, and he scoffs at you from where he stands, pants and boxers coming off in one fell swoop. “So needy,” he mumbles to himself, but you can tell by the overjoyed expression on his face, that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

His cock is finally freed, and your eyes float to it, drinking in the sight of him. He’s so pretty and so red, and a single vein creeps up its curved surface towards the oozing head. You gulp, eyes sparkling.

“Wan’ it in my mouth,” you mumble, where you’re now half sitting up and glowing from your first orgasm. Jihoon looks at you and laughs, as he climbs on top of you again.

His face hovers over yours, finger carding through your hair tenderly. He looks in your eyes. “Yeah?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

He coos at you, eyes flickering to your lips for a moment, and you feel his cock twitch where it rests heavily on your stomach. “Not right now, pretty, I wanna fuck you.”

“You don’t have to cum-” you reason, mouth practically watering at the thought of having him in your mouth. He stops you though, hand still brushing through your hair, so delicately, as if you were a lily, or a rose, or a tulip.

“I’m not gonna be able to hold back if you look at me like that with my fucking cock in your mouth,” he whispers, and it’s so intimate, despite being so vulgar. How warm you both are, naked and holding onto each other and his dick is oozing onto your stomach and your pussy is leaking onto his sheets. “Like that,” Jihoon emphasizes, when you look up at him adoringly. You smile.

“Okay,” you say, a determined look on your face, “later then.”

He laughs. “Eager baby. Relax, you’re gonna get a pussy full of cock now, your mouth can wait.”

You wanna retort, say something snarky, anything, but you’re abruptly interrupted by the feeling of his cock pushing into you. You moan and your nails claw at his back, because it’s so big and so raw in your pussy, you feel that fucking vein dragging against your walls. “Shit, Hoonie. Fuck, fuck.”

He’s groaning too, hands on your waist and face in your neck. “So fucking tight, so pretty.”

You’re both panting when his cock is fully nestled inside you, sitting snug against your walls. You look up at him and he’s pretty, all flushed and lips swollen, and the sight makes you clench. He hisses, jerking abruptly, making the both of you moan.

“Fuck, baby, can’t just clench on me like tha-”

“Please, please, just fuck me now, can’t wait anymore!” you cry, clawing at him, nails raking over his flexed biceps, where he holds onto you. And he can’t help but fulfill your wish.

You honestly don’t know where he gets his stamina, because the second you’re done asking, he’s ramming into you so hard and so fast, your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a long whine. The whole bed is shaking from the impact, as his hips sheath and unsheath from your warm, welcoming pussy.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he drawls, hands trailing up from your waist to your bouncing chest, thumbing over your nipples. “Bet Wonwoo wishes he got to see you like this, hm?”

The way your pussy has his cock in a chokehold, the way you’re lying beneath, it has him fully dazed, and now he babbles all that comes to mind. “Yeah, but you’re mine, princess. No one else gets to see you like this, no one else can have you crying like this for their cock, right?”

“N-No one else,” you whimper, sopping cunt clenching and unclenching around his dick. “That’s right,” he pants, humid breath on your cheek, “Say you’re mine, pretty girl, say you’re fucking mine.”

“A-ah, ‘m yours, Hoonie,” you cry and he thinks he might cum just like that, at your blissed face, glowing beneath him, and your pussy sucking him in, and you obeying him thoughtlessly.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he rewards you by dragging his hand down your stomach to rub your clit. Your whole body convulses into his, hands dragging over his big arms for support. “Come on, sweetheart, cum on my cock now.”

And you do, the tension in your stomach tightening beyond what you can take, before it finally unfurls, and it blooms, and it’s spring, and your squirting all over Jihoon’s abs, because God, he’s so fucking hot and he fucks you silly with his dumb, big muscles and his dumb, cute face.

The sight of your squirting, thrashing and shaking underneath him is all he needs. Jihoon shoots you full of his cum, making you feel so full and wet, before he finally halts his rutting hips, stilling on top of you.

You’re both panting. You’re sweating so much, your hair sticks to your forehead, and you’re gasping for air. Jihoon is still on top of you, holding himself up somehow, and licking at your neck appreciatively.

There’s a pause, where you’re basking in each other's warmth, and there’s so much love between you it’s almost suffocating. Then you're narrowing your eyes at the head of hair in your neck, growing suspicious.

“... Are you still hard?”

He laughs into your neck, peering up at you with a sheepish smile.

“Are you still open to that dick-sucking thing?” _____________________________

“So,” Yeri trails off.

You’re sitting in front of her, Seulgi and Irene at the campus cafe after a thorough round of congratulating you and Jihoon’s new relationship. They’d been both surprised and somehow not-at-all-surprised.

“He can’t come to girls night anymore,” Irene states the obvious, and immediately you, Seulgi and Yeri are nodding along.

“Thank God, I wasn’t the only one thinking that.”

“It just wouldn’t work,” you supply, agreeing.

There’s a pause. Seulgi pouts. “I can’t believe we don’t have a son anymore. They grow up so fast,” she says and she sounds genuinely sad about it.

You sigh a little, debating whether or not to play this card. Then you say: “I know someone who would like to be our son.”

“Oh, no..”

“Don’t say..”

“Yep,” you shrug, and then you hear him. Lumbering clumsily down the hall, like a galloping horse.

“I HEAR THERE’S A NEW POSITION OPEN DURING GIRLS NIGHTS!!!!! I MADE MUFFINS!!”

Mingu is running through the cafe, dodging stools and chairs like he’s on Ninja Warrior.

Irene frowns. “I guess he’ll do as our new son.”

“We can always kick him out if he gets too annoying,” Yeri shrugs, just in time for Mingyu to stand before your table with a fresh tray of muffins.

“Yes!” he cries with glee, voice incredibly high because he just can’t believe it.

“Begging always works!”

#svt smut #svt x reader #woozi smut #woozi angst #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #svt woozi x reader #lee jihoon x reader #jihoon x reader #jihoon smut #svt angst

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esotericpluto · 1 year

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messages from your future spouse

from left to right; intuitively choose the pile you feel more connected to. To make it easier, you can take a deep breathe, close your eyes and ask for guidance to your deities or guides. These are all general messages, so just take what resonates and leave what doesn't. This reading is timeless. If it resonates, feedback is always appreciated and motivates to keep doing pick a card readings.

these are intuitively channeled messages. I also channeled a book and looked at the quotes until I found the one that I intuitively matches your story better.

pile 1

sunshines, rainbows, picnics, lakes, swans, ducks and bunnies is the energy this pile is giving me. It feels like your future spouse is looking forward to taking you to such dates and it seems like they cannot wait until this becomes a reality as you will be their sunshine.

"It is you and me against the world. You are everything for me, my flower, my castle, my sun, my moon, my world. Never leave me and I'll make you the happiest person in the world. We are in this together and I'll never abandon you. I'll be your lighthouse and guide you and you will be my candle in every unknown path of life. We are one and I can't wait until we marry and have children. I am sure they will have your beautiful eyes. We will me meeting soon, just trust your heart and let go of fear"

"She began now to comprehend that he was exactly the man who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper, though unlike her own, would have answered all her wishes. It was an union that must have been to the advantage of both: by her ease and liveliness, his mind might have been softened, his manners improved; and from his judgement, information, and knowledge of the world, she must have received benefit of greater importance.” – Pride & Prejudice

pile 2

I feel like your future husband has tendency to act rough and strong, even in moments where they just want to break down and hold onto softness. Strength and resillience become weary and too much of a weight to endure and carry after so long, especially after years of going through so many hardships, difficulties and even traumas. Your future spouse struggles with opening up, with letting someone in, with showing vulnerabity or even some form of weakness.

However, they are telling me, and this is the message for you, that you make them feel like they are safe and taken care of. You are the warmth in their coldest days, you make them feel secure and like they can finally lean on someone, like they don't have to go through everything alone. With you they will learn how to trust, how to break down their barriers, their fears, their deepest worries. They want to give you the world and will defend you and protect you from everything they want. They are definitely the type to be very bold and strong towards other, but a full sweetheart towards you and this is something that will greatly enrich your heart.

I feel like they are telling me that you will also be scared at first as you will feel as if they are going to break your heart. They can assure you they would not, they would rather the whole world ending than your love going away and they will stick to their words and promises. Trust your intuition always.

"The first symptom of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness" – Les Miserables

pile 3

"If we have had many ups and downs, many struggles, many back and forths. I thought I would lose you for real, that I had truly messed up, yet we are here again. You are in front of me, in this altar, in this sanctuary of love, exchanging vows. You made me the happiest person in the world and I can only thank you for that. I am sorry for failing you like I did, I am sorry you had to see the worst parts of myself the way you did and if I could give you the universe to compensate you, I would.

I am glad we could meet again, be together again. I knew our hearts would always find our way back to each other. I saw you in my dreams, I remember you from past lives. Our love was destined and nothing that could have happened could have separated us or changed that. You are my angel, my salvation, my inspiration to become better everyday. You have a shine in your eyes that lights up my smile. Thank you for giving me another chance".

I do not think this is an ex (although, for a minority of you, it is possible). It feels more like someone who you will still meet, have a separation with and find your way back to each other eventually. They seem to have really learnt from their mistakes and will do everything in their power to show that to you.

"Good-bye, till we meet then—I embrace you warmly, warmly, with many kisses. Yours till death." – Crime and Punishment

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yusume-the-writer · 4 months

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Then please may I request Rayne x reader where she fainted cause of being sick and overwork but didn’t say anything and kept going?

Know when to rest and work!!

Request made by Anon, hope you like it

I'm sorry for the delay

Warning: Quote about not eating and sleeping properly (children don't do that)

Genre: Comfort and Fluff

Rayne Ames x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: (Name) was busy with work and other activities that took a toll on his health, so it wasn't a surprise that they passed out, but don't worry your amazing boyfriend Rayne is to the rescue!!!!

'How did you get to this state?' (Name) think to herself while looking at her reflection in the mirror

The reflection showed a person with disheveled (h/c) hair and large dark circles under their eyes.

'It looks like you didn't even sleep last night...' (Name) thinks while still staring at her reflection until she realizes something, 'Wait... I didn't really sleep last night' (Name) lowers her head and faces the sink, as if something much better than her current appearance, which really was

How long has it been since (Name) had a proper sleep and meal? A week or two, maybe it was more, but (Name)'s pride was greater to take that on

The main reason that (Name) was not getting adequate sleep and meals was that they were extremely busy with schoolwork and activities

'Just put water on your face and everything will be fine' (Name) thinks while turning on the tap in the sink and takes a handful and throws it on his face

And of course (Name) could talk about it to his beloved Rayne, but... they didn't want to burden him with things they could do themselves.

Rayne was a man busy with his role as Divine Visionary and all that.

'And just one more day, and then you'll finally get your beauty sleep! You can do it (Name)!' They think as they leave their room ready for another day of school, and go to the library to continue researching the work the teacher asked for.

After all, today was an important day, a work on certain types of magic and how they could be related to a specific God, just put the finishing touches on it and it will be incredible.

"(Name)?" A male voice interrupts (Name)'s thoughts

When they realized that the voice was in front of them, (Name) faced the owner of the voice

Clear eyes stare at (e/c)

It was Rayne Ames, or rather (Name)'s boyfriend

"Ah, Ray! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the cafeteria?" (Name) says while still looking into her boyfriend's beautiful eyes

Rayne then stares at (Name) as if they had offended the rabbits "I was going there but why aren't you in the cafeteria" He continues as he crosses his arms and stares at (Name)

"Ah! I-and I was going to the library to look for a book, then I was going to the cafeteria" (Name) says, it's true that they were going to the library looking for a specific book, but they wouldn't leave the library until were the classes

"You'd better go to the cafeteria and then the library" Rayne says while still staring at (Name), he looked like a father who just found his son returning from a party he told him not to go to

"Ah... I'm kind of scared of forgetting to get the book, so I thought I'd go to the library first" (Name) says. They didn't want to stop talking to Rayne, but they didn't want to worry him

"I'm really sorry, Rayne, but I really need to get this book before it's too late" (Name) continues while staring at Rayne with her best puppy dog eyes

"I'm going with you, so let's go to the cafeteria together" Rayne says as she turns towards the library path holding out her hand for (Name) to take

"Okay~" (Name) says while holding Rayne's hand and the two walk together

(Name) never thought she'd be grateful that Rayne was so busy

(Name) managed to get the book and when they and Rayne went to the cafeteria together, they called Rayne for a deal about the magical items

Rayne looked disappointed, but with (Name)'s insistence, he went to help

Now (Name) was sitting in the classroom of his first class, as he finished the final preparations for his presentation

'It has to be perfect!!! Nothing can go wrong!!!' (Name) think as she closes the reference book and sees her colleagues entering

'I didn't eat breakfast, but that's okay, at lunch I increase my portion' They think when they realize they ate nothing but water and a granola bar yesterday

The teacher enters the room and goes to her place and starts taking roll.

"As we know, today we still have presentations, and now it's Mr (Name)'s turn to introduce himself." As soon as the teacher finishes explaining, she waves towards (Name) for them to start

(Name) with the help of her magic pick up the items from her presentation and will start walking to go ahead

'Now it's all or nothing' (Name) says as they close their eyes and smile

But the moment they open their eyes... they find themselves faced with a ceiling that wasn't their classroom.

They were in the infirmary

"...What?..." (Name) says while trying to process why she's staring at the infirmary ceiling

"You're finally awake!" Suddenly clear eyes that showed concern stared at (Name), they had already seen these eyes before

It was Rayne Ames, or rather (Name)'s boyfriend

"Rayne? What are you doing here?" (Name) says as they start to try to get up, but are stopped by Rayne, who puts her hands on his shoulders and gently pushes him to the bed, which makes them look at him with confusion.

Knowing that (Name) was going to ask, Rayne says, "You should rest as much as you can; you fainted while going to the front to give a work presentation"

"Ah, that's what happened" (Name) says as he starts to think about the trouble they went through when they fainted in front of their classmates and teacher

"...Why didn't you tell me you were overwhelmed?" Rayne says out of nowhere with a tone of voice that showed concerns

And of course he would be worried, he was notified that his beloved had fainted as soon as they separated.

"I kind of didn't want to worry you about something silly, you're so busy you don't even have time to rest, I thought it would be better for me to take care of it myself" (Name) says as he starts to sit on the bed, Rayne didn't interrupt him this time

As soon as (Name) sits up completely on the bed and faces Rayne

Then they touch Rayne's head and start playing with his hair "But I messed up, I'm sorry for worrying you" (Name) says while sending a guilty smile

Rayne stares at (Name) as they continue to play with their hair

Then Rayne closes her eyes as they feel the sensation of their fingers brushing her hair

"It's okay... but next time tell me and take care of your health"

"OK!"

"I'll bring you lunch," Rayne says as she gently takes (Name)'s hand away and holds it in hers.

Suddenly he brings his hand to your lips and kisses your wrist

"Okay, I'm going" As soon as he breaks the kiss he gets up and heads towards the infirmary door

Rayne was probably ignoring that it made (Name) a blushing mess that could compete with her little brother's friend's hair color.

𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔

"Here" Rayne hands (Name) a lunch box with rabbit details around it

"You didn't need to make food for me." Even though (Name) denied it, they still took the lunch box and opened his lunch box

As soon as they picked it up, Rayne took out a similar lunch box

"The teacher saw your work and said you got full marks" Rayne says as she opens the lid of her lunch box and starts eating.

"I'm glad my sweat and tears weren't wasted on this work" (Name) says as she takes a piece of her food and puts it in her mouth

After that little conversation, comfortable silence filled around the two of them in the infirmary.

#mashle #mashle magic and muscles #mashle x reader #mashle x you #oneshot #rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #mashle x gn reader #mashle magic and muscle x gn reader #gn reader #rayne ames x you

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Can you do something for Nevermore!Tyler where he is kind of an ass to everyone except for his s/o?

This thing of ours (Tyler Galpin x Reader)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB Reader.

A/N: Roald Dahl, anyone? Also, who is manipulating who? Who picked the other one? You tell me. Yes, I know I said tomorrow but I couldn't help myself. Here, the Manipulative Reader x Manipulative Tyler

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal unprotected sex. Innocence kink if you squint. Cursing. Manipulation, from both parties. Writer running with the request and doing what she wants. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Toxic, don’t try at home. Corruption kink, maybe (Reader gets manipulative slowly, maybe Tyler rubs on her?)

Requested: Yes. I am so sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this. I see the request, I get it started just as they specify, and then I start asking questions. If you don’t like it, I can redirect you to Sweet and Sour, which has Tyler treating the reader right. See my pinned post for it. Maybe I will write something more fitting later. Tag requested: @ajaxisbae

Getting a bad reputation at Jericho was awfully easy. Do you know the saying about small towns? Yeah, Jericho was like that. Everyone knew each other, who were the outcasts, who were the stoners, who was the mayor’s son, and of course, the sheriff. It didn’t help, Tyler had a story of acting up. First, with the death of his mother and bootcamp, then a short period of time of acting like a normal member of the community and then the murders. The sheriff son, an outcast, and a murderer? When he finally got back from his court mandated time in a mental health facility, with loads of therapy to look forward to, he didn’t even need to try. His reputation was already forged, so he got to just lay back in the bed he had already made. Why keep trying when everyone would be perpetually questioning his motives?

And so, when he got shipped off to Nevermore, he didn’t bother with the facade. Wednesday glared daggers at him in any hallway, her friends looked at him with a mix of pity and disgust. Turns out, the whole group was pretty influential on their year, so whatever Tyler did, if they didn’t approve, the rest of Nevermore wouldn’t. If this was happening months ago, Tyler might try to manipulate them again, get in their good graces, so the rest would fall back in line. But he was sure he couldn’t get Wednesday to fall for his tricks ever again.

So, he embraced his asshole reputation, the fearsome, unrepentant murderer one. And it was good, for a while. Until you showed up.

“Can I sit here?” A timid, meek voice asked. As always, he was the only one who was sitting alone, and he liked it that way. If it were for him, Tyler was going to finish his education and get the fuck away from Nevermore and Jericho. His plan was to get into a college far enough, possibly in a sunnier state, and for that, he needed to focus, not to make friends.

“Fuck off.” He answered, without lifting his head. He was setting up his notes for history class, already thinking of maybe recording it because the teacher talked way too fast.

“Is anyone sitting next to you?” The voice insisted, this time sounding more frustrated. “I’m new and this is the only free seat.”

At that, Tyler lifted his gaze and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing the standard Nevermore uniform, in the purple color. But there was something about her that made her glow, and it wasn’t a physical trait. She had kind eyes, and pretty blush on her cheeks, but overall she made him think about the Roald Dahl quote, a person with good thoughts can never be ugly.

That was the deal with this girl, good thoughts shone out of her face, making her look lovely. Even embarrassed and frustrated at his outburst, she met his eyes with a tentative smile.

“Sit down, then.” Tyler offered, feeling much like the asshole everyone said he was. His own reaction was odd... Why did he feel so pulled to you?

“Thank you.” You answered, stiffly. Seemingly unable to contain himself, Tyler pushed his notes towards you.

“Here.” He said. “You can take a look, so you aren’t so lost. Name’s Tyler, by the way.” Kindness was something he was rusty in, but for you, he was willing to try.

“Y/N” You looked at him, and slowly sat down. The way you were keeping an eye on his hands told him you were familiar with bullying and expecting to get pushed or made fun of at any moment. That made rage boil in his chest. How could someone do anything bad to an angel like you?

“Sorry about before. I’m an asshole.” He said. You nodded and got to work on reading his notes. Your distrust in him was clear, and so, he decided it was time to go back to his usual stunts.

The key to a good manipulation is this: Do it carefully. Do it slowly. If you are a wolf among sheep, even if you are focused on the most special one, you don’t attack fast and hard, sending the others into a panic. No. You watch first, and approach slowly.

Turns out, pretty things like yourself get warned off about the monster sitting next to them in class. It’s Enid, the one who gets picked to do it. She is the sweetest out of all of them, the friendly, approachable one. If Tyler ever hurts you, you might choose not to approach scary Wednesday, afraid of being laughed at. Or awkward Ajax, who is a boy and not much to look at in terms of a defender.

“Y/N, right?” She asks, when you are out by the quad, exploring the place. “I’m Enid!”

“Hi,” You smile back, shyly. As an introvert, you don’t have a lot of experience making friends, and in your previous school you had floundered around until an extroverted adopted you. You hope Enid is the one to do it.

“Look, I… I run a gossip blog for the school, so I know a lot of stuff. You don’t want to be near Tyler, he is bad news.”

“Tyler?” You ask, feigning confusion. You feel silly. Of course, she doesn’t want to be your friend, she is just trying to warn you. And sure, the boy was rude, but is she implying it will hurt your popularity or something? Who cares about that? You feel sick to your stomach. Nevermore is more similar than you thought to your previous schools, it still has teenagers, drama and power plays. This was supposed to be a place in which you would be safe, you would feel at home, finally not an outcast. And if you obey to Enid, you could. You could make some popular friends and finally be liked. But it doesn’t sit right with you.

“Yeah, he… He is done some pretty nasty stuff.” She whispers to you. “You know about the murders?” And how could you not know, when it had been the first thing that popped up when you googled Nevermore? You had read all about it, how the records had been sealed because the perpetrator was still a minor at the time and not in his right mind.

“It was him?”

“Yeah, look, stay clear of him. He is dangerous. It’s for your own safety.” Enid insists.

“I don’t think what you are doing is fair.” It slips out before you can contain it. You squeeze your eyes shut, now you feel idiotic. You can tell by the expression on Enid’s face that you have blown any chance of a friendship with her.

“He could hurt you, and he is so… so nasty!” Enid complained. You kept quiet, the so could you unspoken. Gossip blog? Really? Were you supposed to take her seriously after that?

So, you go straight to the source.

“Tyler, hi.” You hate what you are doing, heart beating wildly in your chest. But it isn’t right, what they are doing with him. Warn off anyone who even talks to Tyler?

“Hi.” He smiles at you, and you know his kindness is going to run out once he figures what exactly do you want. You wring your hands in front of you, anxiously. Your cheeks heat up. What you are about to ask is so rude, you fear he will snap at you.

“Did you kill all those people?” Even if you whisper the question, it still feels loud, the words echoing in your ears. You can’t take it back, but how you wish you could. Tyler face falls, brows furrowing together.

“Yes. That is what they told you?” He asks, and you physically recoil. So, it’s true, Tyler is a murderer. The thought doesn’t compute in your head. Sure, he can be brash, and he isn’t the friendliest, but nothing about him screamed homicidal maniac at the first glance. You don’t want to believe it. Still, you flinch. At your sudden move, his expression gets sadder, and you feel the urge to console him, to touch him, pull him into a hug. Anything to get that look off his face. Tyler’s eyes are wet, mouth curled in a grimace that screams pain.

“I… I…” For the first time in your life, you are speechless. What do you say to him? You grab his hands in between yours, trying to calm him down.

“No.” He says, pulling out of your grasp. You don’t dare follow him. “We aren’t even friends, we sat together in one class. Go. I don’t need your pity.”

“But…” He is right, of course. In the end, you are strangers, tied together by a silly twist of fate. It just happened you were the new student, and he was the only one sitting by himself. It could have been Enid, or any other person in the classroom. A coincidence. It didn’t matter. But you wanted to help him, and didn’t understand why the rest didn’t try. He was hurting! Couldn’t the rest of Nevermore see that? Besides, aggravating the mass murderer wasn’t really the path to a long, healthy life. Your heart hurt for him. He must be lonely, after all of this. And surely, if he really were so terrible, they wouldn’t have him here, right?

“Yes. I killed all those people, I enjoyed it. But I was manipulated to be that way, I was drugged and fucking assaulted. There. Your morbid curiosity is fulfilled. Any other gory details you want of the worst time in my life?” Tyler spits out, hands coming to tangle in his hair. He seems on the verge of crying from frustration. In a move neither of you are expecting, you advance the steps that separate you from him, until your bodies are flush with each other, and you wrap your arms around him. Tyler tenses at first, whole body going rigid. Then, he sighs and melts in your embrace, hands coming to hold you back hesitantly.

You keep hugging him, unaware of the smile he is pressing against your hair. You are naive, and shy, and oh so focused on doing the right thing, that if you probably noticed, you would excuse it as a friendly smile. Tyler knows the truth, he knows himself. It’s the smile of the predator that plays with his prey just before eating it.

He can’t tell when he loses his control. At first, he is nice to you because you are sweet and pretty, and he wants to ruin you. You are also kind and help him feel less lonely. Tyler knows that. He is trying to get you to fall for him, not because he likes you, but because it is convenient, and he hopes to own you. You are perfect. Perfect for him to ruin.

He does it slowly, going from standoffish to sweet, but finds it harder and harder to be mean, especially when you look up at him, all wide eyes and innocent smile. So, he tests himself. One day, when you are excitedly explaining the essay you are writing, he tries treating you like he does to any other outcast.

“…And here, the teacher said I could…”

“Will you shut up?!” Tyler says, and it’s still softer than he would say to Wednesday or Kent. But your eyes get wet at the harsh tone, blinking to keep the tears away. There is an embarrassed look on your face, like a child scorned. You feel silly, ranting at him about your homework when he is clearly in a bad mood.

Tyler can’t stand it, the sadness in your beautiful eyes. He gets up from his chair, his homework forgotten. He kneels in front of you and grabs your hands in his.

“Sorry. Sorry.” It feels like his heart is being ripped off his chest, with the way your lower lip is trembling. Tyler knows then he is fucked. He would do anything to wipe the expression off your face. If someone told him a year ago he would be on his knees, begging for a girl’s forgiveness, he would have laughed. Hell, if someone told him that months ago, he would have never believed it. Tyler kisses your knuckles, one by one, uncaring you are in the library, where everyone can see. “I… I didn’t mean to snap at you…” The lies taste bitter on his tongue. What if he stopped trying to manipulate you, would you stay? The idea makes something flutter in his stomach. “I was just… I was having a bad day, but I’ll make it up to you.” He presses a kiss to your knuckles one last time, sneaking a glance to your face. The flush on your cheeks is still embarrassed, but you seem taken with the way he has been pressing kisses to your hands. There is a delighted little smile fighting to appear.

You card a hand through his hair. Tyler sighs, head tilting, offering more of himself to be pet. He is touch starved. You had noticed that when you hugged him the first time, and vowed to try to give him as much affection as he needed. He never notices the way you smile during those times, how much you like this power at your fingertips. One smile from you and Tyler melts.

Then, he starts to slowly spiral. His attraction to you had been instant, but he had been able to act as he pleased. Now, he is losing himself into you, and it’s scary. Most things he does, he does because it will bring a smile to your face.

“Here.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek and sliding a bar of chocolate towards you. It’s your favorite because Tyler pays attention. He wants to know everything about you. He ignores the odd looks that the rest of your classmates are giving him. So, what if he wasn’t in AP Lit as you were? You didn’t have breakfast, and you needed to eat. “Promise me at lunch you will eat real food.”

You smile up at him, totally charmed. Tyler preens under your gaze. Someone makes a retching sound. You look in that direction, and Tyler does, too. He doesn’t like it when your attention isn’t on him, he likes it less when you frown.

Tyler presses a kiss to your forehead, glaring until the guy almost pisses his pants. He is careful, so you don’t see his expression. He knows you don’t like him being an asshole to everyone, and so, he tries to be on his best behavior. It’s hard, but so worth it.

You are waiting for Tyler at a booth, hands placed lightly on your lap. You had begun dragging him out to Jericho more and more, determined to take the town for exposure therapy at his presence. At first, the whispers had been loud, but now it had reduced to two voices, one not so convinced.

You know Yoko, Enid, and Wednesday are following you every time you go into town, at the later request. But the first two seem much more unconvinced about it when the days keep passing and no murder happens. They get sloppy about it, uncaring you hear them converse.

“Ugh, what’s up with him?” Yoko says, and you heard the tell-tale sound of someone sitting down. “Not even in AP Lit, and still fucking terrifying. I don’t know what the girl has, but please, girlie, share.”

“I think it is cute. Tyler looks at her like she hung the moon, and at the rest of us… like he wants to skins us alive. “ At hearing that, you can’t help but smile. You will train Tyler out of glaring at other people, given enough time. But for now, it is enough. You like being the only one. Tyler is cute, sweet and very eager to make you happy. You can’t help but be attracted to him.

“I don’t believe it for a second.” Wednesday glowers, from her spot in the booth.

“He is in love! Maybe he is reformed!” Enid says, and you don’t need to turn around to know she must be smiling. She enjoys the whole thing too much, being the first of the trio to cease her distrust. “For love, how romantic!”

“Or perhaps she is manipulating him…” Wednesday eyes the way Tyler runs to get you a coffee and insists on covering the bill. You aren’t as good as him at hiding your satisfied smile at how taken he looks. But Tyler is oblivious enough to take it for a besotted look. “Maybe the Hyde has a new master.”

“And good riddance to the old one!” You say, under your breath, and go help Tyler with the drinks. You reward his efforts with a kiss to his cheek.

Slowly, you start spending more time together. This fantasy you are both living in, it’s fun. You like the way he looks at you, the way he presses kisses to your cheeks or puts your hands on the sleeves of his sweater when you are cold. It feels like some old romance movie, and Tyler swears he is the one doing all the wooing, he is the Danny to your Sandy. He doesn’t realize you have him right where you want him.

People talk. Of course, they do. When you first start to drift closer and closer, the whispers are mostly like Enid’s. Concerned. You are such a quiet little thing, shy, friendless, new. Is he taking advantage? Tyler wonders so himself, beating himself over the fact he enjoys this manipulation, how he doesn’t regret it. After all, he can play the good guy like no one else, with the “Aw, shucks” routine and the shy smiles, the charming whispers in your ears. Fooling you is easy, or so he thinks because you are a romantic at heart, like every girl. Who doesn’t like the bad boy who is willing to be good just for you?

Sure, maybe he didn’t fool Wednesday Addams, but he can have you. You lack her suspicious nature, you are warm and trust too easily. You wouldn’t try to even lift a taser. That tiny pair of hands, the delicate wrists? He can tell you have never thrown a punch in your life, nor done any heavy lifting. No, you weren’t at all like Wednesday.

You are on your knees, painting tiny flowers on the art project you both are working on. This time, you didn’t even have to ask, it was given you were doing it together. Your tongue pokes between your teeth in concentration, hands stained with paint. Tyler watches, mesmerized by how you look on your knees.

“Fucking hair…” You say, pushing back a strand with your wrist.

“Quite a mouth on you, sweetheart.” But he crawls towards you, and grabs your hair in a loose ponytail. Your breath hitches, barely, but Tyler hears anyway. His senses, the Hyde, are so finely tuned to you, it’s scary. Even the smallest changes don't go unnoticed.

He can’t help but test this newfound power of his, pushing, always pushing. He tugs a little harsher at your hair, and your head follows the movement, neck extended in a tantalizing curve, and he wants to bite you so bad… His eyes track the way your glossy lips part, almost into a groan, but even if your body is tense as a bow, you don’t pull away.

“What are you doing?” You ask, slightly out of breath.

“Fixing this.” He comments, and your eyes flutter closed. You like having your hair played with, he has noticed. Tyler wonders what kind of sound he could pull from your lips if he was actually trying. The thought is too much, and so, he gets up, and walks towards your vanity. He needs to clear his head. This feeling of spiraling, of losing control, this Tyler doesn’t like. “Where are your hair ties?”

He tells himself not to worry. Maybe he is actually falling in love with you, but you are right there with him too. Perhaps Tyler fell first, but you are falling harder. He can tell. It’s all in the way you blush when his thumb brushes your cheekbone, how you sigh when he hugs you, hands going lower and lower each time. There is no resistance, you are surrendering.

You weren’t fooling Wednesday Addams, either, obviously. When the whispers go from concerned to admirative, the rest of the school seeing how good Tyler was for you and how you have changed him for the better, she glares. Wednesday can tell you are manipulating Tyler right back. Possibly, so does the rest of Nevermore because it’s obvious to everyone with eyes he worships the ground you walk on. So, what if the guy is an asshole? He is head over heels for you. Tyler doesn’t really care, too busy simpering for your attention. You have become his whole world. You don’t ask, but you know, you know, he would kill for you.

It’s almost like you are already dating, really. Every free moment is spent with each other, you are in his clothes more often than not. It's such a fun game, you can’t help but be charmed. Your legs tangle together, hands grasping at each other desperately, but you know, you know he won’t kiss you. Not yet. You realize this early on.

This time, you are sitting on the dock, bare feet submerged in the water. You are wearing a nice lip tint, that makes your lips pop just so. You had decided today was the day you got him to kiss you, it's the next step in this play of yours. There is something about him that makes you want to own him, even if everyone in this school knows he is your boy. It’s not enough. You want him completely, eyes only in you.

“I think… If my mother hadn’t died, I would have still… You know.” He doesn’t meet your eyes at that confession. You frown, you don’t like him sad. He is not fun that way. If he will be broken, you will be the one to do it, not some stupid redheaded woman with a vendetta and a town full of hypocrites.

You take his hand, squeezing encouragingly. You like him sharing secrets, all shy and sheepish.

“I don’t believe in destiny. But some things… I sometimes wonder if they are fixed points in time, things that need to happen.” You answer, carefully eyeing his reaction. Tyler remains calm, one of his hands coming to your jaw, tilting your face up, so the moonlight illuminates your features.

Tyler can smell fear. The Hyde can, he enjoys it, revels in it. There is none coming from you at his confession, and it makes him feel better. Currently, he has the upper hand. Now he knows if he were to kill again, you would cover up for him without being asked. You would do anything for him.

So, he thinks he is manipulating you. It’s cute, in a way. You would have stayed without it, just for him, but this makes it way more interesting, raising the stakes in a way that has your blood pumping in all sorts of good ways. Tyler himself is awfully cute and smart, and you like the way he is playing along with this cat and mouse game of yours. But you know, you have to be the one to kiss him. He needs to feel more in control, and so, you are willing to accept losing this battle, in exchange for winning the war. And so, you plan it the perfect way of showing everyone he is yours.

You wait for a cloudy day, at lunchtime. You have dressed lightly, on purpose.

“I’m cold.” You complain, tugging your sleeves over your hands. It’s a familiar routine, you have it practically rehearsed. Any moment now, he is going to offer you either a hug or his jacket.

“Why do you always forget to wear a jacket, sweetheart? At this point, I think I’m doing more bad than good, spoiling you…” Tyler complains, but as always, he takes his jacket off, placing it over your shoulders.

“But you like spoiling me.” You pout to him, ignoring the disbelieving look the whole quad is giving you. No one gets away with giving Tyler attitude, hell, no one gets away with talking to Tyler except you.

“Or you just like wearing my jackets.” He teases, hoping to make you blush. You do because he is good at it, and pairs the remark with a genial chuck under your chin. You might be the one in control, but you are weak for this boy.

“Or… I just like you.” You say, looking at him from beneath your lashes. Tyler mouths open and closes in surprise, the faintest trace of pink appearing on his cheeks. Before he can retaliate, you press a chaste kiss to his lips and sprint away.

Tyler laughs, loud and sweet, and gives chase. He is much like a golden retriever, always willing to run you down. You shouldn’t find it endearing, but you do. He thinks he is this sort of big predator, a wolf, but he has fallen for the trap of domesticity. Tyler finally caughts up with you near the dorms, pining you to the wall and peppering your face with kisses. You laugh, then, with genuine excitement. You wonder if you too are falling for the trap of domesticity.

So, you are a thing now. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Things… Things don’t change much, there is more kissing and touching, but Tyler doesn’t press you to make things more intimate. He genuinely cares about you, and you don’t know what to make of it. You care about him too, you might be falling for him.This is a time bomb, not a relationship. And you know it is going to explode in the most delicious way.

It all comes to a head when you start having sex. This is nice, you guess. Tyler is careful, but you know he wants to do more than just fuck you slowly and lovingly into the mattress. The hunger in his eyes mirrors yours. He fucks you well, but it’s lacking. It’s like something you would do to like, the wife you don’t love after thirty years of marriage. It lacks passion. This isn’t what you two are.

“Okay.” You say, the next time he thrusts into you, whole body tense and not from pleasure but from containing himself. You can tell, by the way his jaw ticks, how his eyes darken when he looks at you. He wants to ruin you, but he doesn’t think he is allowed. “Tyler, babe, this is not working.”

He freezes, pulling away from you and plopping down on the bed.

“Are you okay? What do you mean?” Tyler is genuinely concerned. You don’t know if you were that good at wrapping him around your little finger, or he is in love with you for you. You don’t care. Second guessing is half the fun. Besides, he is yours either way, either by force or out of his own free will.

“I mean that I need you to throw me around a little, choke me if you can.” At that, Tyler makes a face, mouth dropping open a little in an expression that is of real surprise. He seats on the bed, next to you. You don’t bother covering your nudity, or even closing your legs. If things go your way, and they will because you have worked hard at this, it’s nothing but a brief pause.

“I don’t understand.” He states, looking at you with eyes so big it’s almost funny.

“Oh, don’t play coy now.” You take one of his hands and press it against your throat. It fits you perfectly, like a beloved collar. His fingers tense up on instinct, bruising you in the most wonderful way. “I know you want to.” You singsong. Tyler stares, and dumbly comes to stand back between your legs.“What, you really thought I was going to buy your act?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Tyler deflects, but his face tells another story. There is hunger there, some fear too, but also delight. Almost like he wanted to be caught.

“This is getting old really fast, Ty. Look, let’s get this over with. You tried to manipulate me. I manipulated you. None of it was real, or maybe it was the most elaborate courting ritual ever. Whatever. Now, will you fuck me like you mean it, or are you going to keep pretending to be something you aren’t?” His face goes from surprised, to doubtful and then anger. It seems like he doesn’t like the idea of being manipulated, like it’s only okay when he does it. Tyler was still angling for the upper hand, even if you discovered him. Oh, he is perfect. Perfect for you.

“So you aren’t as innocent as I thought.” Tyler thrusts back in, with a smooth flex and roll of his hips. It’s not soft, nor considerate. Your mouth falls open at the stretch, even wet as you are, the intrusion is sudden, and it stings a little. This time he isn’t pulling any punches. No. He grabs you by the jaw, forcing your lips to pucker together and making you look like a fish. His grip is bruising. “Answer me.”

“What do you want me to say?” You can barely ask. Finally, you think, this is more like it. He thrusts harder into you, making you whimper.

“You are a real bitch, did you know?” Tyler noses at your jaw, licks a line to your earlobe. You give a little, desperate pant. It’s animalistic, this thing of yours.

“Well, I don’t see you complaining.” You laugh, clenching around him. Tyler bites at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard enough to make you gasp. You start to think maybe you bit more than you can chew with him, hips snapping harshly against yours. You try to pull away, and he grabs your wrists, forces your legs more open.

“Don’t you see?” He asks, pinching at your nipple until you cry out and kick half-heartedly at him, back arching, brain so fuzzy you don’t know if you want to pull away from his touch or pull closer, closer, until you merge into one person. “Love is like this, for people like us.”

The admission is sweet, so sweet, you never want this to end. You muster your strength and buck up against him, turning you, so you are the one who is on top. He is going to give you hell after, but you don’t care. He is finally yours. Completely.

#my writing #wednesday 2022 #tyler galpin #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x fem!reader #tyler galpin imagine #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #tyler galpin x AFAB reader

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Desperate Measures | Dream/Hob | 1.2K | G v silly and fluffy, literally 90% air, dream attempts a romantic gesture, hob is a sap and forgetful, human au, part text fic

for @domaystic drabbles, Day 6: Under the Same Umbrella

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Dream woke up to 26 texts from Hob. He put on his glasses and began his morning read. It’d replaced Times for him. The editorial quality, he thought, was far superior.

Hob (7:19 am) heading out, gave you a wee forehead kiss and you didn’t even stir. sleeping bloody beauty. love you disgustingly much x

Hob (7:26 am) couldn’t find my umbrella anywhere can you take a look if it’s not too much of a bother? feel like i’ve gone mad

Hob (7:30 am) christ it’s bucketing down!! standing under the eaves just to tell you how much it’s bucketing down

plants will be happy at least so will my goth boyfriend ;) hope your writing goes well today love. extra atmosphere!!

Hob (8:42 am) nevermind don’t look for it remembered that i left it in my office told johanna she can use it since i’m at the archives all day anyway glad i’m not the only one who’d forget their own head if it wasn’t screwed on :) :) :)

Hob (10:11 am) you should’ve seen the look lisa gave me when i showed up had to dry myself off in the men’s w half a forest of paper towels there goes my carbon offset from walking i said christ you’re probably still in bed asleep warm dry!! lucky bastard

wish i could come back already and drip puddles all over you

Hob (10:37 am) if this keeps up i’m going to look like mr darcy in the rain on your doorstep tonight don’t worry i promise not to propose marriage while insulting you xx although i do love you most ardently

...elizabeth

Dream smiled, read them all again, contemplated, and then sent his reply.

Dream (11:01 am) Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through

Hob replied moments later.

?? you sound like a customer service agent wait you’re quoting the film you can’t reject me if i’ve not proposed to you!! yet!!!

Dream snorted. 'and I am very sorry I have caused you pain' went the line. They’d watched it last weekend. Hob had cried, and Dream had privately decided that if Hob proposed, he’d say yes. Even if it was poorly done. It wouldn’t be, though. Not if Hob was doing it. He sent a second text.

...and I am very sorry you were drenched by rain.

Then he got out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. His phone buzzed anew as he made tea and toast. He smiled at the sound. On their first date, Hob had warned Dream that he had a bad habit of annoying boyfriends over text. Dream, on his first date in six years, had wondered what it might be like to be so effusively charming that you could have enough boyfriends to form habits around them at all. He hadn’t known what to say, and Hob had ducked his head, grimacing a little, and said, “Just tell me to piss off, please, if I do? I know I can be a bit much.”

Dream believed it, because the man was telling him about his habits with boyfriends after one date. Not that he minded. And three months in, Dream had yet to tell him to piss off.

Turns out, a bit much was exactly what he’d wanted. Needed, in truth. Someone to tether him to the real world. His phone had become a modern-day lodestone in his pocket, a comforting pull of Hob-ness that would always point him back to life whenever he’d emerge, blinking and disoriented, out of the mire of his work. Work that he loved - creating worlds out of nothing, writing stories that would change people - but, coming on the age of thirty with nothing to show for it but recurring wrist strain and an upmarket flat that never had any guests, work that had also made him spend so much time apart from the rest of humanity that he was sometimes unsure how to rejoin it.

The tipping point had been when his eldest sister had found out that he hadn’t spoken to anyone else in between two of their regular dinners. Which were monthly. It had been mortifying. She’d smiled sadly, which was excruciating enough, and then gotten the gleam of a plan in her eyes, which had been far worse. “I’m setting you up,” she’d said. “I know just the guy. We go way back. I think you’ll like him.”

He had. Now, when his phone buzzed, he found himself frowning if it wasn’t Hob. (An exceedingly rare occasion.) But this time it was, of course. Four short messages sent one after the other:

hahahaha ok fine that was v good enjoy your day x

Five hours later, not even the curtain of rain awaiting him outside could douse the anticipation in his belly. An idea, he knew, was a powerful thing. Dream didn’t have an umbrella - Hob always shared with him, and would’ve apologetically nicked his if he had - so he would make the first leg of the journey as Hob did. He intended to go and get something nice, but once in the cold downpour, his resolve failed him almost at once, and he ducked into the first shop that had umbrellas in the window.

“Hiya,” said the girl at the counter without looking up from her phone.

Dream ignored her, blinking the rain out of his eyes, belatedly registering all the merchandise had a unifying theme and that he’d made a terrible mistake, borne of sheer desperation.

“Would you happen to have any other umbrellas? In black?” he asked. Hidden behind the counter, perhaps. If only you knew to ask.

The girl looked at him with an air of disbelieving reproval only accessible to teenagers and the very elderly. “You could try Boots, you know. It’s just down the street.”

Dream looked out the window. Rain torrented down. Commuters hurried past with their sensibly coloured umbrellas. From places exactly like Boots.

“Or we’ve got rain ponchos,” she added. It sounded like a threat.

“Nevermind,” said Dream quickly. “I’ll take it.”

“Enjoy your visit in London, sir,” she called out as he left.

He stepped outside and flicked open the umbrella with slightly more force than necessary.

Dream waited a few paces outside the archives, wanting to surprise Hob properly. Two separate pairs of tourists had thought he was their London Ghost Tours guide, and he was beginning to regret not holding out for longer, drenching be damned. Then Hob emerged, striding out and immediately stopping to pull out his phone. He was smiling at it. Dream smiled too, in anticipation.

A moment later his own phone buzzed loudly in his coat pocket, and Hob looked up in surprise.

“Oh my god,” he said. Then he said it again.

“I heard you needed an umbrella,” said Dream. He’d had the line already, since he got the idea. It had been very dashing and romantic in his head. It was somewhat undermined by the dreadful costuming choice that had been forced upon him.

Hob looked between Dream and the umbrella, bafflement melting into a happy laugh. He ducked underneath, pecking Dream on the lips. “I’m not sure I needed one quite this badly. Did you rob some poor tourist?”

“Unhappily, I paid for this.”

“Oh no,” said Hob, pulling away and pretending to inspect him for injury. “My poor darling. Your dignity.”

Dream sniffed. “I will recover.”

“Here,” said Hob. “I’ll carry it for you. You’ll only be guilty by association, then.”

They began walking, a bobbing Union Jack in a sea of blacks and greys. After the chief sin of ugliness, it was also a little small for two grown men, but Dream found he didn’t resent that at all, as Hob tucked him tightly into his side to keep them both dry. People gave them a wide berth. Tourists could never be trusted with umbrellas.

“You’ve rescued me, you know,” said Hob, nuzzling into his cheek.

“It wouldn’t do to have you dripping puddles all over the floors,” said Dream.

“Even if I looked terribly handsome, all wet and ardent?”

Dream bit his lip and smiled a little. “Perhaps you can be wet and ardent in the shower. Instead.”

Hob laughed again. It was Dream’s favourite sound. “Much warmer than the rain anyway. Deal.” Rain drummed down on their private nylon ceiling. “I was thinking chicken tikka masala for dinner?”

And so they made their way home, and although the rain never let up, Dream was so content and warm that he might’ve sworn they were walking in the sun.

#dreamling #domaystic2023 #this is DISTRESSINGLY sweet you've been warned #the sandman #three days in a row!#new record for actually doing a monthly prompt thing #continuing to just write about today's weather and call it a fic #my writing #the sandman fanfic

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You’re Safe With Me (Mason Mount x Reader)

WC: 1.6K

Warning/Tags: toxic mother-child relationship, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, cursing, angst, protective!bf

A/N: i really didn’t feel good today, so had to channel my negative emotions into the healthiest way possible (aka writing). this one's really angsty, tho dw it has a happy ending. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)

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Even though you are an adult with a good job and stable income, you still live under the same roof as your mum. She is a single mother, and as her only child and family, you didn’t have the heart to leave her on her own. You care so much for your mother, yet she has never exactly been kind to you since you were little. She never physically hurt you, no, but her words have never failed to leave scars inside your heart. And by living with her, that means you constantly have to face her spiteful words and feeling helpless.

You met your boyfriend, Mason through a mutual friend 6 months ago. Knowing how famous he is, at first you thought he would never be interested in a nobody like you, but you were glad you were wrong. You and him clicked right away, and a month later, you both decided to be in a committed relationship.

You have never felt so truly loved before Mason came into your life. Constantly got brought down by your own mother, you always thought you don’t deserve love even from yourself. But Mason shows you that you deserve everything good in the world, and he helps you gain your self-esteem and change your negative view of yourself. He sees through you, loving you for everything you are, and makes you believe unconditional love is not just a myth.

Mason asked you to move in with him to Manchester last week, and after having long talks through the phone for days, you decided to accept it. It might sound fast, but you were really certain it’s the best decision and truly excited to live with the love of your life. But the hardest thing to do is to tell your mum you’re going to move in with your boyfriend, which means you have to relocate to another city. You have always wanted to live on your own, and though you feel guilty, you finally think it’s time to live the life you’ve dreamt of even if it also means you have to leave your mum.

Today, you finally have the courage to tell your mum you’re moving out soon. And of course, she doesn’t respond well.

“I didn’t raise you to be a selfish brat like you are today!” She yells at you.

“Excuse me? Selfish brat you say? How am I fucking selfish, Mum???” You can’t comprehend being called so by her.

“The way you want to move away and leave me to, and I quote, ‘living my life the way it should have been’, doesn’t that sound selfish to you? Stop thinking about yourself, Y/N! The fucking world doesn’t revolve around you!” She continues yelling.

“I have dedicated my life for you, Mum. I have basically lived to ‘serve’ you. I respected you, tolerated your actions no matter how badly those might affect me, I cared for you…” Your voice starts to break, “...because I love you. But I’m sorry, I’m not a superhuman and I have my limits...”

“Bullshit!” She denies. “You ‘serve’ me no shit. I gave up my exciting, beautiful life to raise a child who turned out to be an ungrateful person. If you really love me, you will not leave me. Let alone to live with some guy.”

“He is not just some guy, Mason is a guy who loves me. And genuinely cares about me. He makes me happy and helps me realise that I deserve so much better, Mum!”

“I deserve so much better!” She shouts even louder while aggressively pointing at herself. “And please, you just want his fucking money and fame. Why would a guy like him fall in love with a self-absorbed wretch like you?”

Her words, as always, instantly break your heart into a million pieces. You love her dearly, but you aren’t sure if she loves you too, though you know one thing for sure: in her eyes, you will always be on the wrong side.

“I…” You are completely shocked by your mother’s response and at that moment, you can no longer hold back your tears. You run back into your room, lock the door and cry your heart out.

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After calming yourself down for a little while, you grab your phone to video call your boyfriend. You really need someone to talk to, and he is the one who can easily comfort you.

“Hey, baby!” Mason picks up the phone, he looks excited to see you.

“Hey…” You whimper, your eyes are still red but you try to conceal your sadness.

He immediately becomes very concerned. “Y/N… What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” You shake your head weakly. “Just had another fight with my mum…”

“Fuck.” He instantly knows your mum doesn’t take the news well. “Please, whatever it was, don’t listen to anything she said about you. You are not whatever she said you are.”

“I feel like I am… She is right, I’m a selfish brat for leaving her.” I start crying

He is heartbroken to see how much your mum has wounded you deeply. He would do everything he can to help you look at yourself beyond your mum’s hurtful words – because he knows how unpleasant your mother is and that you are nothing like your mum would say.

“Stop it Y/N! You are not selfish to think about yourself! You truly matter, baby. Your feelings are valid. She has treated you like shit all your life, even God knows you deserve to live a better life away from her.” He assures you.

You can’t seem to say anything, you just really feel like shit.

Worried about your wellbeing, Mason takes an impulsive but necessary decision at the moment for your sake. He doesn't want you to suffer any longer; he just has to get you out of there as soon as possible.

“Y/N, go pack your things. I’m going to book a flight right now and pick you up. It’s time to leave… I’ll be there in no time.”

You actually have packed most of your belongings days ago, so you let him know you’re practically good to go.

“Good. See you soon, my love.” He hangs up the phone.

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Hours later, Mason informs you with a text that he is coming to your house. Once you hear Mason’s car pulling over, you say goodbye to your room then bring your belongings downstairs. You want to leave without saying goodbye to your mum because you don’t want to hear her saying whatever she is going to say. You open the door quietly and Mason is about to help you when you see your mum catch you before you even leave the house.

“Hey! Where the fuck do you think you’re going!?” Your mum runs toward you and tries to harshly grab your arm but Mason denies her.

“Stay away from Y/N.” He says as he points at her. He then tells you to leave your belongings and get into the car immediately – you follow his direction right away.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!?”

“I’m someone who will love Y/N and protect them. Because their mother obviously can’t do her one fucking job.” He calls her out.

“Fuck you!” She fumes. “They’re my child, I fucking raised them, I have the right to know everything about them and do whatever I want to them!”

“They’re a fucking adult who gets to do whatever they want, including leaving a horrible mother like you. You have no right to control them. The only person who gets to control their life is themselves.” He defends you.

“I beg to differ.” She scoffs. “You’re just a little kid talking nonsense.”

“Listen to me, Y/M/N.” He speaks so intensely to your mum. “From now on, you are out of their life. They are going to live the life they deserve. You are no longer allowed to interfere with their life in any fucking way or any circumstances.”

“Oh please, you can try to keep us apart however you want but they’re going to need their mother, arsehole.” She replies as she sneers at him.

“Y/N has my mum who loves them as her own child. They will never need you, Y/M/N. And sooner or later, you’re going to realise what a good child they’ve always been, how much your life depended on them, and what a horrible mother you have always been.”

Before your mum gets to say anything else, Mason walks out of the house with your belongings in his hands, slams the door on her face and gets into the car. You see how visibly angry he is the moment he gets out of your mum’s house, though you know he is angry for you. You haven’t stopped tearing up ever since before Mason came to pick you up, but the tears are falling down on your face even more now – but this time, those are the tears of freedom, the tears of joy. The second Mason got out of the house, you know you’re finally safe. Him and his family are your safe haven now and you can’t wait to finally be around people who are genuinely supportive of you. Most importantly: you are safe without your mother, the one person you love so much but couldn’t even appreciate even the littlest thing about her one and only child.

As Mason gets into the driver’s seat and starts the car, he notices you are crying.

“Hey, hey, you’re all good now, baby.” He reaches an arm out and rubs your shoulder, then wipes away your tears with his fingers. “You’re going to be okay.”

You nod your head and hold his hand.

“Thank you, Mase.”

“Don’t mention it, my love.” He continues rubbing your shoulder to comfort you. “As long as I’m living, you’re safe with me.”

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angel-kyo · 3 months

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Pay it no mind

Part XVI (kinda? Idk. Explanation in the note.)

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. I would say reader is ooc in this one, or it might feel like that. I don't know. There are also mentions of a difficult family situation (awful father, deceased mother, etc.)... Oh, and this almost makes me look anti-Gojo (I'm not, though).

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV

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“Aomori?” you repeated in disbelief. Isn’t that like…?”

Haruki leaned forward on his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands in frustration. You watched his fingers bury themselves in his brown curls and tug them.

“It’s about a ten-hour bus ride or four hours in the train...” he said without looking at you. His eyes were on the table, and you could only see the top of his head. “That if I’m lucky… Which I am not, obviously,” he grumbled and lifted his head to look at you.

You two were at the coffee shop where he worked, or rather, used to work. He had submitted his resignation the day before.

“That’s far.” You were not sure of what else to say. The notice of his departure was coming in too sudden. Only a few days ago you had been talking about maybe meeting up on New Year’s Eve, and now he was leaving? “For… For how long?”

Ikeda looked outside and shrugged. “He’s transferring me there so I guess he means at least until the end of high school, and then…” he frowned. In fact, he was not sure of what would happen after that. “I’m sure that jerk will come up with something else.”

Haruki looked back at you and, realizing what he had said, quickly apologized for speaking like that in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t believe he did this behind my back. I knew he could not stand seeing me, but I never thought he would plan something like this and ambush me any other Tuesday.”

He sighed, and you looked at him with sympathy. It was the most distressed you had ever seen him, and the most upset too.

Haruki, who always looked happy and unbothered when he was with you, had only ever appeared uncomfortable, and sometimes even angered, when he spoke about his father. At first, you had believed they just did not get along, but it was more than that; Haruki had told you once that his father seemed to resent him since his mother left.

“I’ve never blamed her,” he told you one day while you waited for his train, “she was sick and he was never at home, but when he was, he was horrible to her.”

He had then showed you her picture. A beautiful woman with long brown hair and bright eyes a few shades clearer than her locks, smiling and hugging an eight-year-old Haruki; he had definitely gotten the looks from her, and it was evident she had loved him dearly.

Due to her illness, Haruki’s mother had passed away just a couple years after leaving her husband, before she was able to fulfill her promise to his son to come back for him. Hence, Haruki had ended up stuck with a resentful father who was almost never at home, but when he was, he was as horrible to his son as he had been to the mother he resembled. And now, he was sending him to live with his uncle in a distant prefecture to attend a new school.

He had given Haruki little less than a week to, and the boy quoted, “wrap up any business in Tokyo.”

Apparently, that included you, who did your best to comfort him, even if there was not much you could say or do.

“I will miss you,” Ikeda said after you assured him it would be alright and that two or three years would sure fly by, and then he would not need to listen to what his father or his uncle said. It seemed his mood had improved a little at that.

“I will miss you too,” you told him, still wrapping your head around the idea of not seeing him anymore.

If only you could see curses, maybe there would be another way out for you, maybe we could have more time.

You pushed that thought away. That was selfish thinking, was it not? Of course, you would not want Haruki to live in gore and pain as a sorcerer. There had to be better, more peaceful options for him somewhere.

“I like you a lot.” His words pulled you out of your head, and when your eyes focused on him, you noticed his face was flushed, but he was looking right at you. “I think I could have loved you. Not that I don’t now,” he smiled softly, “but in the way I wanted to love you.”

There was a tinge of sadness in his voice, but your heart was beating faster as he spoke. Did that mean you wanted to love him too?

“I…” you started, but he shook his head and smiled.

“It’s fine. I thought we had more time, so I did not tell you sooner, but now, I just realized I wanted to let you know in person.”

Haruki had not planned to confess that day. He was only going to tell you he was leaving and ask you to stay in touch but realizing that it might be the last time he was going to see you in, perhaps, a long time, he felt he needed to tell you. He had wanted to tell you since the first time you had accepted going out with him that summer, but he then thought it was better not to rush and just let your friendship take its course.

At the end of the day, people should honor their feelings.

That he believed whole-heartedly. That is why Gojo’s attitude had annoyed him, acting as a jealous boyfriend around you if he was nearby but still claiming to be just your friend. If he wanted more, he should admit it instead of doing whatever he thought he was doing that day he accompanied him to the station.

“Haruki, I like you too,” you said sincerely.

But do you like me as I like you? the boy wondered.

He would not ask you that as he would not ask for more at this point. What could he ask, that you waited for him? He was not that arrogant to believe you had to do it nor that idealistic to make promises he knew time could swallow. Knowing that you had cared about him was enough.

He gave you a closed-eye smile. “I’m so glad.”

***

But saying it had not changed anything. You and Haruki had agreed to staying in touch and he had hugged you tightly before letting you go.

Maybe he knew we would drift apart.

You had kept texting and calling each other after that. Once he was with his uncle, he had given you his address, so you could exchange letters; he even sent you a few postcards with some pretty views around his new city. For a little while, you thought you could remain friends and just live on it, but his absence became increasingly painful, and when you both got busy with school again, and he was barely replying to your messages and his letters felt distant, the realization that maybe you had truly loved and lost was devastating.

It happened slowly but not painlessly. There was just never a good time for a quick call anymore, the messages were fewer and shorter, and you probably did not reply to the last one because there was nothing to say, and finally, the letters. Oh, the letters... Once funny and vibrant as your friend had been, they became nothing but curt and disappointing. It was hard to believe that two people who once had so much to talk about could barely bring themselves to write more than a few lines for each other.

I guess people can enter your life seamlessly, but they can hardly leave like that.

Your friends comforted you to their best, and Satoru made it his mission to ensure you would not feel lonely doing the things you liked anymore. Despite your protests, he attached himself to your hip as he had done it when you were kids, even on the days when you did not want to leave your room.

And when, months after Haruki’s departure, you sat down in front of the training fields, tired of waiting for a letter that would not come, Satoru held your hand firmly as you accepted your loss and stayed by your side unfaltering, the same way you would do for him when Suguru left you all later down the road.

That was how, as the seasons changed, you quietly let go of your friend who had been a child of the spring himself.

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Note: I almost did not want to include this part? I mean, I felt like the other guy needed some explaining, and as much as I enjoyed it, I would say this is almost a filler, so I'm sorry of it's bad. Anyways, if the next part is not the last one, it will sure bring us quite closer. I've not forgotten where I left Satoru, promise!

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part XVII

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crystaldivination · 1 year

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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

⤷ 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 ⤶

Hello beautiful souls ♡︎ This is the second part of the Valentine's edition. Check out the first part here. I hope to provide you with some lovely and/or helpful messages from your specific person with this intuitive pick a card reading. In this reading we will be looking at what are their feelings for you.

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How to choose a pile? Take a few deep breaths ＆ think of a number from 1 to 3. Trust your intuition to pick your number.

The piles ┊

see below in order ↴

Disclaimer ┊this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn’t. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

PILE ONE

Dear pile 1, your person is in hermit mode. They are likely to have distanced themselves from most things. It could be because their emotions are going wild. They are out of balance right now. You might find them to be more sensitive than normal so it’s best to give them space instead of trying to provoke them. The way they feel doesn’t directly have anything to do with you but it stems from a feeling involving you. They might’ve felt inferior to you, more specifically to someone who’s quite close with you. They felt like they couldn’t keep up with the people in your circle. You guys might’ve met up with your friends or anyone you’re close with and to them it might have been a new experience. They weren’t really used to it and felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. But because they didn’t let it show, you weren’t aware of what was going on with them so you might’ve go on just naturally which might’ve hurt their feelings. The problem here lies in the miscommunication. They might’ve kept it to themselves about how they really felt then and aren’t willing to communicate openly with you about the situation they’re bothered by and you failed to ask them probably about how they sincerely feel. This causes you two to be detached from one another, could even led to coldness between you two while continuing to ignore the problem itself.

They wish to dissolve this sour environment that exists right now by coming up to you but they seem to be hesitant towards that idea. It’s not easy to step up when you’ve been hurt although they know it’s not your fault. It’s solely their own insecurity yet they would want you to make the first step to come to them and encourage them. To comfort you, they are only this way because they love you so much that they're afraid you are too good for them and that you could leave them anytime you want to. They’re really scared to even think of that thought because you’ve grown too deep into their heart which leave them to be so devastated over this. They’re sorry to have caused you stress and made you sad. They want to make up with you this instance and they crave to feel you in their arms. Take your time and run into their arms once you feel the need to do so. They are waiting for you.

Quotes & keywords: "I’m sorry", "don’t you see how devastated I am?", "I’m pathetic right?", "I’m just pretending to be ok", "I swear I don’t mean it", "I mean it", "I love you", blue (vibe), friends, meet up, gloomy, powerless

PILE TWO

Dear pile 2, your person might be a very open-minded and free-spirited person who isn’t used to commitment or dedicating themselves to someone, not after they met you, pile 2. You very much change their whole perspective on love and everything one considers as affection and tenderness. Maybe they’re used to feel ignorance or even intolerance so they didn’t know what those words mentioned above mean and felt like. But with you, they got to experience that. They’ve felt love, the feelings of being in love and being loved by you. You changed their world. They were someone who didn’t take anything seriously because to them not everything has a real meaning. Most of their life they spend being emotionless towards people they’ve encountered with because again they don’t see any purpose to get too close with anyone. They might’ve grown up in a cold and "toxic" environment, leaving them missing that warmth that human and other beings should carry in themselves so that’s one of the things why they are so pitiful. Despite that they were never disrespectful or condescending towards others. They managed to not turned into someone they’re not. They didn’t choose to be cruel, abhorred and heartless. They were the way they are simply because they didn’t master the law of love yet since they didn’t possess it. You saw their good heart from the beginning on that is hidden deep in them and you were not afraid to get near it and take it out. You did it not out of pity but solely out of compassion and empathy for one another being. They realized that your intentions were pure and trusted their own intuition to open themselves up to you. They were comforted by your gentleness and softness. Looking back now they’re really happy they did show themselves to you. Haven’t they done it they wouldn’t have a wonderful connection with someone like you. I heard a chuckle? (They’re the sweetest). They see you as their mentor for life, someone who they could follow everywhere blindly. They feel like you could lead and guide them to their purpose because you’re part of it and they wish to be with you for as long as possible. For the first time they really dream of having a family and a place where they can called their own home. They’d want you to be the mother of their future kids.

Quotes & keywords: mentor, "you’ve changed me in a beautiful way", love, life, YOU, purpose & meaning, bloodline, descendant, family, scenario turning into reality

PILE 3

Dear pile 3, this might seem like a new love story for you. A happy and healthy one especially. Your person might be a very gentle person and they surely admire you a lot. They see you as a wholesome individual who is too precious to even exist in this harsh world. They want to nurture you from the bottom of their heart and always be there for you when you need them. They’re glad to have you in their life. They’re so thankful that you add a more positive and joyful side to their daily life. Before you entered their life they might’ve gone through a lot of difficult situations. They were totally in survival mode, defensive and hostile most of their times in order to survive, literally. They believed that the world was against them and that they only existed to suffer. But then you came and mend that pain and heal that wound of them. They’re grateful they have met you at that time when they were struggling the most and lost all their hope. They truly see you as their savior so they want to cherish and protect you now since you’ve done so much for them already. You make them happy everyday. Everyday with you in their life is a blessing. They might have evolved a lot as a person because of you. They want to do so much for you. You can see this desire and ambition of them through their efforts. They might show up randomly at your workplace to just pick you up after your shift ends or they might surprise you from time to time with gifts. They are always present and available for you. They want to change for the better for you and are working on it to become the person you’re proud to be with. They want you to know that there is still so much to them behind all the things that they’re showing to you. You can expect heartfelt gestures and expressions from them. They’ll be your dream come true like you’re for them as well.

Quotes & keywords: blessing, "you’re my dream come true", "is it my destiny to meet you?", beautiful, lover, a picture paint to live in all of the time, "watch me repeating myself", heart eyes, soft, heartbeats, exciting

I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading ・❥・

Written with love by Crystal

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smolvenger · 2 months

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Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.

A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!

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You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.

“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”

“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”

“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”

“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”

“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”

“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”

“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”

You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him.

He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.

Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long?

Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”

“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink.

Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs. They didn't know you existed.

So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students.

When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”

“They didn’t recognize you?”

“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”

Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!

He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.

“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”

“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.

I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!”

He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.

You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.

You turned around to face him.

“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed

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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on.

You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers.

And the ball looked like fun.

You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.

All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.

Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.

You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.

“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.

You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin.

Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.

Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.

Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.

The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.

They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.

Tom said.“hello, here is Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.

You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.

But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence.

You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.

“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”

You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.

But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.

It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.

“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.

They gasped and looked at you.

“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.

They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.

There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.

Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could.

But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.

“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.

You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.

“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.

He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.

Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight.

“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey.

You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.

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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner.

“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.

“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”

“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”

“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”

‘She’s so lucky!

“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”

They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.

“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.

Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .

“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”

You smiled at them and took a seat.

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polydeuces · 2 years

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 : harry styles x fem! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : harry and y/n are the it couple with fans sharing their love for both the singer and his angel. basically just fluff and cringe-worthy captions, lol!

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @harianaswhore x

— requests are open !

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y/nl/n: spinnin’ out waiting for ya! 🪐

new lil video of my lover on & off stage coming soon!! can’t wait for you to see it!! 🌘🛰️

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maudeapatow: my life revolves around you two

harrystyles: Love youuuu

⤿ y/nl/n: Love you more babyyy !!!

annehathaway: 💞💞

babygirly/n: I cannot WAIT for this video omg

gemmastyles: dancing until our feet hurt at that show was the best!! xx

yelyahwilliams: this is why.. i LEAVE the house lmao you make every show 100x better than they already are

⤿ y/nl/n: STOP I love you so much

annetwist: darling, you’re the best to my baby i always know you’ll keep him safe and happy! thank you thank you!

⤿ y/nl/n: don’t make me cry, Anne!! I am so happy to be apart of your life (and h’s life haha!) Your family now and forever!! Xx

loverofallthingsy/n: y/n please keep the scissors away from your man at all costs!! im begging you!!

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hsupdates: Harry seen taking photos with a woman, who is mostly likely his long term girlfriend, y/n l/n. After a long week full of shows, Harry took a break by the seaside. “Choke her with a sea view”

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babydaddyhrry: NO NOT THE YATCH 🫠

hazmatazz: AKSJDDFJ you did not just quote keep driving 😭😭

lewiscapaldi: Sorry, that’s just me and my boyfriend - Harry.

cutiepiey/n: a tear is rolling down my cheek rn

harrystylesdaily: he takes pictures of her and their adventures stop he’s so boyfriend 🥺🥺

y/nsogolden: slamming my head into a wall i can’t take it anymore

tpwkstyles: DID NO ONE ELSE SEE LEWIS’S COMMENT LMAOO

y/nl/n: fav couple.

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lovely_y/n: OH. MY. GOD. i met y/n literally this afternoon!!!! i’m still shaking & by eyes are red from crying. she scanned the crowd, looked at me, smiled & walked over.. then she asked my name & give me the biggest hug!! istg she is the kindest person i’ve ever met. who she online is the same as in person; beautiful, sweet, kindhearted. & she smells amazing, lmao!! i totally get why h & her are together. they are one in the same, both so incredible!! ugh i love their love!! i’m posting this because it was a ‘once in a lifetime’ experience but also because maybe this will but the haters in their place. their love is real, y/n is the best ever, & harry is happy. i adore you y/n.

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loverofallthingsy/n: If they don’t get married I will give up on love.

marrymey/n: I didn’t think I could fall more in love but I think I just did..

hsy/n/n: rockstar gf frrr

⤿ myloveharry: no no, she IS the rockstar!! they are the iconic rockstar couple !!

rarey/n: she looks so cute 🥹

harryarchive: they write fanfics about this kind of thing

lovenl/n: I’m so in love with her it’s unfair

hsupdates: if you have any one pics please send them, we’d love to share this heartwarming story!

gemmachan: I concur. She is an angel.

y/n/ndiaries: god, when will it be my turn 🧎‍♀️

y/nl/n: oh sweetheart!! you are the kindest soul, i love love loveee. you thank you for being so supportive - i am so grateful wow !!! <3

⤿ lovely_y/n: crying so hard into my pillow WHAT IS LIFE

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Twenty-Six)

SERIES MASTERLIST

previous: twenty-five

welcome to the final game day post of the season! thank you all for loving this series so much that it has developed into what it is now! i’ve got many surprises in store for the summer, and i can’t wait to share them! first surprise coming soon ;)

THURSDAY, APRIL 13TH

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yourusername welcome to my final 2022-23 season penalty box update show (cue the sad awes)! buckle up and hold onto your butts and iced coffees buttercups because you are in for a WILD ride!

let’s start off with the highlights before i get into my boyfriend’s extra curricular activities for those who missed this beautiful monstrosity of a game! to start off this freeway faceoff rivalry, dad scored the opening goal goal 2:44 minutes in! so my dad of him! but alas, before the period ended a k*ng scored. there were three penalties this period: jonesy for cross checking, a k*ng for interfering with lundy, and a delay of game bench minor served by stromer. it was a very nice attempt to clear the goal, but alas, stromer was sent to pay for dallas’s crime.

second period was fairly mild, but almost halfway through, z-baby got his first penalty of the night (yes, you read that correctly) for hi-sticking! the spelling of this penalty cracks me up because it’s like “hi!! here’s my stick!! in your face!! as a gift!!” then mr. drew helleson got his first nhl penalty for hooking! congratulations! and lastly, a k*ng was sent to jail for attempted murder against dad. good riddance! love you, dad!

special note, here is what the commentators said sbout z’s first penalty: “i know trevor zegras is real good friends with jack hughes but he needs to take a page out of that book” (this is in reference to jack only have six minutes this season, and trevor after this penalty had 77. it has since increased.)

third period is when this gets wild, laid-eez! we started off strong with stromer getting a tripping penalty 4:40 in. THEN, z-baby was sent to the bin with seven seconds left in stromer’s penalty to serve the too many men bench minor, which was hilarious imo. as soon as stromer’s penalty ended, he hit the puck over the glass, and had to turn his ass around right back into the box for a delay of game penalty and this was the funniest thing i’ve ever witnessed. at 15:25, the chaos ensued. trevor was wrongly abused and he retaliated, causing a big ol scrum in front of the bench. the k*ng that committed the hate crime got a double minor for roughing against z, and grant got a roughing minor for roughing against said k*ng, as well as my cute lil psycho boyfriend. my said boyfriend ran his mouth a lil too much and received a misconduct that got him ejected from the game. NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATER, multiple fights broke out at once where “everybody chose a dance partner” (thank you commentators for that lovely quotes) which got jonesy and carrick both ejected with misconducts, and nesty had to serve carrick’s boarding penalty that started it all. i was THRILLED and having the time of my life to say the least!

to end, i would like to address that z and i have a long talk in the locker room, and i have received explicit permission from all guilty parties to post this. i also want to say how proud i am of this team for pushing through, and i’m sorry that you didn’t get the end you all wanted. i love each and every one of you!

and to my lovely z, congratulations on your 23rd goal tonight. congratulations on all other accomplishments this season and beating your previous career highs! i’ve seen you do some beautiful, mind blowing, magical things this season, and i know you’re only going to get better from here. i can’t wait to spend the summer with you🧡 i love you, always, trevor <3

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trevorzegras thank you for everything you did for me tonight, my sweet girl🧡 i love you, forever!

jamie.drysdale was she nice first or angry first?

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale luke doesn’t call her scary sissy behind her back for nothing

yourusername i’m not gonna argue with that

trevorzegras @/yourusername i called luke out and you’re going to say nothing?

yourusername @/trevorzegras he scored his first goal tonight!

trevorzegras @/yourusername I SCORED A GOAL TONIGHT

yourusername @/trevorzegras AND THEN YOU SCORED A MISCONDUCT

jamie.drysdale i feel so safe in my home

user38 y/n is right, this game was a beautiful monstrosity

tterry19 love you, too! thanks for sticking by us!

yourusername i always will <3

user6 look at trevor holding his coffee i love that little shit lmao

jamie.drysdale (beware i’m about to be sappy) i just want to say thank you for staying with me during my injury and supporting not only z, but me, too, in the few games i played. we’ve gotten so much closer this year and i’m really glad we did, wifey! can’t wait for you to switch between mine and z’s jerseys at games next season! i love you! (p.s. thanks for letting my play guitar in the house!)

yourusername jamie drysdale i will come into your room and sob into your chest the second we get home istg

jackhughes @/yourusername are you not with him right now?

yourusername @/jackhughes i’m in the bathroom

trevorzegras @/yourusername get off your phone i want to go home

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras why? just why? she’ll never leave the bathroom now

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes

_quinnhughes @/yourusername sissy, i’ll throw away your blanket you have here if you don’t leave because if i get one more text from trevor i’ll fly down there and smother him myself

yourusername F I N E

user16 z and stormer in the box together post stromer going back in is so funny

frank_vatrano you’ve been great to have around as a cheerleader this season! love you lots, y/n/n!

yourusername awww tank! i love you tooooo

anaheimducks we love our wags!

yourusername and we love you!

user49 derek grant is my hero because he got a roughing penalty and sat back and relaxed 😂

yourusername just a king doing king shit (he semi tried to comfort my boyfriend)

_quinnhughes sissy, be honest, how many individual feelings are you feeling right now?

trevorzegras y/n is unavailable right now. she’s under my shirt.

jamie.drysdale we saw her laugh, cry, and thank the hockey gods in a span of two minutes before she got under it but we’ll tell her you asked

yourusername at least twelve emotions and four of them are partly your fault, quintin. thank you, i’m obsessed with you, and i love you <3

_quinnhughes @/yourusername i love you, too! now go to bed <3

colecaufield i cannot share my thoughts at the risk of breaking z’s heart and trust

trevorzegras you’re so good to me

yourusername text me your thoughts

colecaufield kk

trevorzegras update: cole is not that good to me

user77 if this game didn’t perfectly sum up this season idk what would

shattdeuces i love you, daughter! you’ve been a delight to have around these last couple of years! can’t wait to see what chaos you create next season!

yourusername oohhhhh i got big prank ideas, mom! and i love you, too!

user22 can’t wait for the hot z edits

masonmctavish23 thanks for making my rookie year special! you’re one of the most welcoming people i’ve ever met!

yourusername everyone is a sap in my comments tonight aw! i love you mac-t!

masonmctavish23 i love you, too

jackhughes you’re telling me you threatened no one to comment nice things? people just are?

yourusername this team worships me idk what to tell you

trevorzegras she is a fan favorite

jackhughes i am absolutely perplexed

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes stop using big boy words its scary

yourusername @_quinnhughes it’s***

lhughes_06 college dropout alert

_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 says the one who dropped out a week ago

trevorzegras since there’s been so much love in the comments tonight, i just want to publicly announce that i have the best and most supportive girlfriend in the world who went out of her way to ensure she supported all of her friends in family in their big moments, and their worst. everyone deserves a y/n, but i, along with the few lucky others, get the best one🧡

jamie.drysdale psa: y/n cannot respond as she’s under my shirt now

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes come quick

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras booking a flight

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im sorry if someone has pointed these out already but i replayed p5t again and i am in absolute SHAMBLES with these new observations. i never actually post my thoughts here but i kinda need people to talk to about p5t IM AUTISTIC AND HYPERFIXATED. anyway onto the real post, sorry if this is unorganized and messy. im just really excited

i really wanna talk about the whole event that happens in the 3rd kingdom, on the rooftop.

soo.. when the school crashes and transforms.. it resembles a clock. a train station??? and. said clock is unmoving. what struck me is the time it was stuck on. 6:00pm, or 18:00, the exact time The Train Incident (tm) takes place, and the exact time eri was pushed onto the train tracks at the station.

i guess you could say, toshiro is stuck in the past, unable to move on and process his trauma. it's the extreme guilt of him losing his closest friend and how standing up and rebelling... just ended up in so many people hurt. he can't possibly live bearing the sin of that.

but here's when it gets more interesting... when shadow toshiro was threatening to kill erina, and when erina/eri inspired toshiro to take a stand, he throws joker's knife through the shadows hand, but more specifically, through the gloved hand, the one damaged from the train.

then with a really good sequence, toshiro runs as fast as he possibly can (i wonder how he did that actually) and with flashing memories of him failing to save eri in between, he manages to catch erina before she falls. and... he catches her with his damaged hand. the same hand that failed to save eri, saved erina.

remember the clock from the beginning? it STARTS MOVING AGAIN right after this.

this whole scene is genuinely such a beautiful and symbolistic way to show that toshiro finally found his resolve, and that despite all that trauma in the past, he's ready to change for the better and move again.

oh, and one more thing. toshiros mask only has one eye shown. the left one... the one that eri lost. they have ONE EYE EACH AAAAGHHH!! their souls really are connected.

what gets me more is that one of toshiros catchphrases in combat iirc is "witness OUR power as ONE" and it makes me go insane because he basically sees eri as his hero (here ill quote a futaba dialogue that hit me hard: "natsuhara's like the undefeated heroine in toshiro's life story, huh?") and she made him feel like he's more than just a puppet of his father. she inspired him to take a stand, and while this resulted badly, it led to his LITERAL SOUL subconsciously manifesting into a being heavily based on her (erina)

he just believes that eri/erina is a huge part of who he is. so "witness our power as one"

the fact he doesn't have a real PT outfit disappoints me a bit, but id like to think it's because eri taught him that he doesn't need to become all cool and change himself to rebel. he just needs to be himself. that's really it.

some extra things i have noticed:

-shadow toshiros 'weapon' is basically just bandages. i first thought this was a twisted more distorted version of the bandages eri gave toshiro when they first met (since shadow toshiro claims to despise eri)?? but someone in yt comments pointed out its probably made from eri's bandages after the incident. and i think that makes much more sense

-toshiro is the only persona user that has a persona opposite of his gender... that's kinda... 🏳️‍⚧️ if you ask me...heh (im trans)

-i know many know already but erinas character design is GENIUS . like ... the covered eye and the prosthetic leg?? referencing eri?? SO FUCKING WELL DONE. genuinely one of my fav character designs in persona

-not really an observation but remember the 'thank you instead of sorry' hideout talk where toshiro tells the gang about eri more?? when it was finished and toshiro said "natsuhara-senpai...um, thank you." IT TORE MY HEART STRINGS STOOOPPP

-idk im kinda unnormal about eritoshi. that's all

#persona 5 tactica #persona 5 tactica spoilers #p5t #p5t spoilers #toshiro kasukabe #p5t erina #eri natsuhara #thanks for reading all of this if u did :)#i love this game so much. seriously amazing #i migjt post more of things like this. maybe #eritoshi

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st-eve-barnes · 1 year

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Nine crimes (part 2)

(Aemond x fem reader)

Summary: Betrothed from a young age to an older man you endure your loveless marital life, until the day you meet Aemond Targaryen.

This chapter: Both you and Aemond struggle to keep your true feelings from each other and jealousy emerges.

I was inspired by a few quotes from Rose Dawson in Titanic for this chapter, if you can find them let me know ;)

Word count: +5300

Warning: 18+ for explicit content and language, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms. Some angst/fluff.

Cheating/jealousy for the whole fic.

Part 1

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It was another three weeks later when you knocked on his door again. It was late at night and you’d been horny and distracted all week, nothing on your mind but Aemond. His mouth, his hands, his fingers, his cock. Your body craved him so badly you thought you might go crazy if you didn’t get to have him soon.

You were so lost in your impure thoughts of him you forgot about the secret knock to let him know it was you.

You just hit the door twice and hard and it didn’t take long for the door to swing open bringing you face to face with Aemond, who looked more than a little surprised to see you.

“What…what are you doing here?” he blocked your view from his room by standing in the doorway, towering over you. His hands were nervously fumbling with his shirt that seemed to be half unbuttoned, the look on his face was serious, slightly irritated even.

You should have known right then and there.

It was an unusual reaction from him. He’d been surprised to see you before but he always welcomed you with open arms. Right now he seemed genuinely annoyed that you were standing in front of his door and your heart sank.

“You said anytime,” your voice came out weaker than you’d had hoped,”Is this not a good time?”

“Actually no,” he spoke softly, avoiding your eyes.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“I am fine, I just need you to go.”

“Okay,” you nodded and you opened your mouth to ask him why but decided against it.

You had no claim on him and Aemond had no obligations whatsoever towards you. It wasn’t your place to demand anything from him, no matter how badly you needed it.

“I am sorry,” Aemond spoke, picking up on your disappointment,”You could come by tomorrow, I’ll be here and…we can take all the time we want.”

He leaned against the doorway, creating a small gap through which you could look inside his room. You instantly wished you hadn’t.

There was a woman sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing absolutely nothing besides a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

It felt like someone had stomped you in the stomach and you stepped back immediately. The rejection you’d felt at his words had been nothing compared to this and you could feel the tears well up. The last thing you wanted was to cry in front of him so you tried your hardest to bite them back and not show him how hurt you felt.

You knew you had no reason to feel jealous, he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his. He had every right to see whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. You went home to your husband every night, it was completely unfair to expect him not to see other people.

Besides that, he had told you more than once that it was nothing but sex, he had never led you on to believe it was anything more.

But your heart had believed it anyway. Until now.

Aemond noticed the change in your expression and knew you had looked inside his room.

“That’s not what it looks like,” he sighed.

“It’s fine,” you interrupted him too quickly, trying too hard to sound casual about it,”You don’t need to explain, it’s…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come tonight…”

“Wait, let me…”

“No, please,” you turned away from him, knowing if he came closer or dared to touch you right now you’d burst into tears and really make a fool of yourself. You just wanted to get away from him. “It’s fine, Aemond, I have to go.”

You rushed away from him without looking back. You didn’t even make it to the end of the hallway before the tears were streaming down your face.

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Several weeks passed after that and you tried your hardest to get back to your life, the one you had before you’d met Aemond.

You spent your days not doing much of anything at all and spent your nights either in bed alone or with your husband.

Your marriage was a loveless one, betrothed at a very young age to a man you had never met and who was more than twice your age. The only times your husband touched you in private was when he wanted to fuck, which luckily for you didn’t happen very often at all.

There was no affection or even friendship in your marriage, let alone any form of love for each other. What you two had was a business arrangement. Your husband was a stranger to you, but one who provided for you and your family, made sure you were all taken care of and kept safe.

Being his wife was your burden to bear and you endured it. Even when he started keeping several whores on the side you endured it and continued performing your duties as you always had.

Until the day you ran into Aemond Targaryen.

The first time Aemond laid eyes on you was in the dining hall during one of the countless feasts. He’d been bored out of his mind all night, tired of having to remain polite to people he’d rather not be in the same room with. Throughout the night his mother had given him several warning looks from across the table, urging him to just endure it and keep the peace. So he did, he stayed in his seat and didn’t engage in any conversations he knew could lead to trouble.

But right now his patience was wearing thin and he was ready to just retreat to his rooms.

Everyone around him was either drunk or talking and laughing too loudly and Aemond was pretty much done with the whole thing.

That’s when he noticed you, sitting a few tables away, the only other person in the room who looked like they didn’t want to be there either.

It was your quiet composure in a room filled with noise and movement that drew his attention. It was the look on your face, that blank expression telling him you were zoned out, somewhere else entirely in your mind, that intrigued him.

You weren’t sitting alone. An older man, one he could only presume was your husband, had a protective hand on your arm while he drank and talked loudly with the other men sitting at the table. Neither of them seemed to engage you in the conversation, it was as if you weren’t even sitting there.

You seemed bored, and a little sad. And somehow Aemond couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were beautiful, way too beautiful for a man like that he thought.

It wasn’t until he had been staring at you for a good while that he noticed you were crying, and none of the idiots on that table even noticed, least of all your husband who was laughing obnoxiously loud and taking another long sip from his wine. It was clear they were all drunk of their asses.

Aemond sighed, annoyed, part of him itching to just walk up there and take you away from them. That thought caught him by surprise, he wasn’t one to be easily taken by a woman. He’d been a loner for most of his life and he preferred it that way, not interested in the complications of female company nor the emptiness of casual sex with someone he didn’t truly care for.

Before he had time to reflect on his thoughts he watched you take matters into your own hands and excuse yourself from the table, fleeing towards the halls of the castle.

Aemond didn’t hesitate, he stood from his seat and walked after you.

Tears were blurring your vision as you ran through the dark halls, away from all the noise and the people and the pressure of everything you did not want. You felt like your world was crumbling around you, this was your life but somehow it felt like someone else was living it. Every day, every conversation, every decision was already planned for you. You had no control, over anything.

Even now as you were running away you knew there really wasn’t anywhere for you to go, no place to hide, or disappear to.

You stopped to catch your breath at the end of the hallway, trying to control the heavy sobs and the way your hands kept shaking.

You didn’t cry that often, in fact you hadn’t cried in many months but tonight it felt like everything came crashing down upon you all at once. That bubble of pent up emotions finally burst and turned you into a pathetic sobbing mess and you hated it.

You didn’t want to feel sad or cry in a corner, you wanted the opposite. You wanted to remember what it felt like to truly be alive. To make your own decisions, do something spontaneous, something crazy or unexpected, anything to make you feel something other than this endless dull boredom that had become your life.

That’s when you noticed him stepping out of the shadows, as if the gods themselves had sent him to you.

Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Everyone in Westeros knew of the One Eyed prince, he was said to be cold and quiet, dangerous and unpredictable but loyal above all. Unlike the rest of you, Aemond wore his trauma on his face for everyone to see.

You had seen him around King’s Landing a few times, always keeping to himself. He walked with such confidence but you had a feeling his outside demeanor was just a mask to hide the insecurities underneath. You’d always found him interesting and intriguing. And beautiful.

“Your grace,” you greeted him politely, casting your eyes down and bowing your head.

He greeted you with the same courtesy but then added,”You don’t need to address me so formally when we are alone, my lady.”

You looked up at him, instantly regretting it because now he looked directly into your teary eyes.

“Are you in distress? Do you need assistance?” he took a few steps closer to you, the concern in his voice sounded so genuine it took you by surprise.

You had never spoken to him before and yet part of you wanted to unload everything onto him, just blurt out every bad thought from your head as if this man you didn’t even know could take it from you and fix it.

Of course you didn’t actually do it, you just nodded your head and blinked away the tears,”I am okay, your grace.”

“Aemond,” he spoke softly,”Call me Aemond. I insist.”

“Aemond,” you repeated, a small smile tugging at your lips,“I am okay, Aemond, thank you for your concern.”

He looked at you without speaking for a while, trying to read your expression. It was clear your words didn’t match your true feelings but then he was a stranger to you, you would not confess your sorrows to a complete stranger.

Carefully and slowly he took another step closer to you, trying not to invade your space too much but still feeling the need to be closer, somehow letting you know it was okay to let your guard down. He lowered his voice ,“You can tell me, you don’t have to pretend. Not with me.”

You weren’t sure what it was exactly but his words combined with the sincere tone and look in his eye were enough to break down your walls. Tears streamed down your face again and you cursed yourself for it.

The words flowed without thinking after that.“Everything is just so heavy…it's like I can see my whole life as if I had already lived it. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter, nothing even matters. And all the while I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up, no one cares... or even notices.”

Aemond didn’t say anything right away and you were thankful for his silence, giving you the time to control your emotions.

“I noticed” he then spoke softly.

You wiped at your tears,”I’m sorry, I’m just bored and tired and I should have told none of this to you, your grace. I am fine, really, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.”

You looked away from him, ashamed now over your honest outburst. You had never been this open to anyone about your feelings before and you had no idea why you blurted it all out to the One-Eyed prince of all people. It made no sense to trust him and yet you did with your entire being.

“I’m sorry,” you cried softly,”I don’t usually cry this much, fuck, I hate this, I hate this entire night.”

You bit your lip, stopping yourself from blurting out more and scaring Aemond away completely. You didn’t want him to go yet and you definitely didn’t want to return to the feast and your drunk husband and his idiot friends.

Aemond just looked at you, lips curling up into a little smile, amused by the fire he saw in you, mixed in between the tears.

Then he carefully took another step closer, placing himself right in front of you. His voice was soft when he spoke,”Do you want to get out of here, my lady?”

Your eyes met his again and this time you couldn’t look away. How did he know exactly what to say and what you needed to hear? And why did it feel so right to be so close to him? To have him call you my lady?

You longed to hear him say it again.

“Where would we go?” you asked, not answering his question yet but leaving it open.

“You wanted something less boring? Maybe even a little dangerous?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his eye as he reached out his hand to you. You knew in that moment you would have said yes to anything he suggested, no matter how crazy or immoral. The thought both scared and exhilarated you.

You nodded slowly and carefully placed your hand in his, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

Aemond offered you another sweet smile, laced with something else now, a fire that awoke something in you that had been dormant for a really long time. His voice so enticing it was making you shiver“My lady, would you like to ride my dragon?”

Aemond was true to his word when he said he would offer you something less boring. That night he took you out for a ride on Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world, giving you a taste of real danger. Throughout the entire journey he had kept his arm around you, keeping you close to him and making you feel safer than you ever had before.

When you kissed him afterwards he teased you by asking if you wanted to ride his other dragon. You said yes again.

It was the start of an affair that lasted many months and changed your life. For once you were in control, doing something nobody would ever expect you to, something entirely for yourself and it felt liberating. Your husband didn’t care where you went at night as long as he found you in your bed by morning.

You were happier than you’d ever been, even the rare times your husband wanted sex with you were more bearable. You just closed your eyes and thought of your beautiful prince.

Sex with Aemond had been indescribable, you never knew it could feel like that, having only ever been with your husband before. Aemond showed you things, made you feel things and want things you had never imagined in your life. He was like a drug and you were the addict.

But you had been foolish to think it could ever turn into something more than that, or that you were the only one who shared his bed.

The image of the girl was still engraved in your mind, and however much it hurt maybe it was also a good thing. Maybe it was what you needed to distance yourself from Aemond before your feelings would grow stronger and eventually cause you more pain. You forced yourself to stay away from him believing that to be your best and only solution to get him out of your mind.

But you soon found out absence only made the heart grow fonder. Every part of you missed him, not just your heart, your body started to crave him a little more every day as well.

You were walking the halls of the castle early one morning, on your way to the town’s market, when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, into a dark corner under the stairs, away from prying eyes.

Panic washed over you and you tried to shake free and push whoever was holding you away but their grip on your arm was too strong.

“Let go of me,” you hissed.

“Stop, it’s me,” Aemond pulled his cloak down, revealing his face,”It’s me, calm down.”

“Aemond,” you breathed a sigh of relief but it was quickly replaced by anger and you hit him in the chest,”Calm down? What the fuck, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry,” he stepped back to give you room,”I didn’t want to approach you where everyone else could see. I’m sorry.”

Your eyes met his and just like that your anger faded,”It’s alright.”

You both stared at each other for a while without saying anything. He was so beautiful you couldn’t look away, his features were almost ethereal, unlike any man you had ever laid eyes on. Being this close to him again made all your doubts melt away like snow before the sun.

The time apart hadn’t made any difference, you still wanted him.

Aemond’s lips curled into a smile when he noticed your flustered gaze. He stepped closer again, studying your face, from your eyes down to your lips and back up, the same hunger in his eye as there was in yours.

You finally forced yourself to look away from him. “What do you want, Aemond?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while. Do you not…wish to meet me anymore?”

Your heart ached at his words and you shook your head,”I’ve just been busy, that’s all.”

Aemond reached for your hand, gently lacing your fingers with his,”Are you sure that’s all it is, my lady?”

You nodded. “Why do you care anyway?”

He stepped closer, ignoring your words and trapping you between the wall and his body. His hands came to rest on your waist, his nose brushing against your cheek as he leaned in even closer. “I miss you terribly, that’s all.”

Your eyes closed in a heavy sigh when he placed a soft kiss on your jaw and then another one in your neck. All your pride and stubbornness vanished into thin air. You’d let him take you right here if he asked.

“Gods, I miss you too,” you whispered, grabbing his cloak to pull him close.

Aemond’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile and he hummed softly into your ear,”Come to my chambers tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can…”

“Please, I need you,” his lips brushed against yours, fighting the urge to kiss you but knowing it wouldn’t end with a kiss if he did and this was nor the time or place.

“I…I don’t…”

“Say yes,” he breathed against your mouth,”Please, don’t make me beg…because I will if you don’t say yes.”

His lips curled up into an eager smile and you smiled back against his mouth.”Yes.”

***

You didn’t get a chance to knock twice that night, the door swung open immediately and Aemond grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. Hands on your waist and lips on your neck, continuing where he left off that morning without even greeting you.

“Someone is horny tonight,” you teased with a smile, biting your lip at how good it felt to have his mouth on you.

“You have no idea,” he breathed against your skin, hands fumbling at your dress clumsily while he kept kissing your neck.

“What are you trying to do?” you giggled.

“Get you out of this,” he growled impatiently, pulling your dress down your shoulders.

You helped him untie and unlace everything until you wore nothing but your thin underdress.

“Get on my bed,” Aemond ordered.

You gave him a look.

“Please,” he added with a little grin.

You moved towards his bed and lied down on your back,”How do you want me?”

Aemond pulled off his shirt and licked his lips while he made his way over to you.”Any way you’ll have me, darling.”

He moved his body over yours, his mouth capturing your lips in a filthy, hungry kiss while his hand moved underneath your dress to caress your thighs.

Your legs spread for him immediately, weak and needy under his touch.

“Aemond,” you whined.

“I got you, princess,” he smiled against your skin and moved his hand in between your legs, fingers finding your clit, teasing you ever so slowly while he licked your skin.

It took so little from him to put the fire in you and make you forget about all the rest, your mind only focussed on one thing and that was his touch and how much more of it you needed.

“Please,” you begged.

“Begging already? My lady, I haven’t even started yet,” he gave you a devious look while he moved down in between your legs, putting soft kisses on your inner thigh,”I want to show you how much I’ve missed you, is that okay?”

His words pulled at your heart strings even though you knew he was only talking about sex.

All you could do was nod and watch as Aemond’s kisses moved closer and closer to where you needed him. A heavy moan on your lips when his tongue circled over your clit. He took his time, kissing and licking your most sensitive parts until your back arched off the bed and your fingers tightened into his hair.

Your mind was definitely empty now, all you could think about was being filled by him.

But Aemond wasn’t going to give you what you wanted just yet.

He moved back up, sitting next to you on the bed while he cupped your face and kissed your lips, soft and slow before he pulled back to look at you.

“Are you going to tell me what happened now?” he asked softly.

“What do you mean?” you moved your hands over his bare chest and stomach but he grabbed your wrists before you could move them lower.

“I am not fucking you until you talk to me.”

You pouted at him.

“Don’t give me that, you ignored me for a month, I’d like to know why.”

“Why? It’s not like I’m your lady, we’re just fucking, why do you care?”

His gaze hardened and then he looked down in a heavy sigh,”Right. That’s all you want then, is it?”

“What else would I want?”

“Nothing,” he sighed,”Forget it….”

“Aemond…”

Before you could say anything else he hovered over you and pushed you down on the bed, one hand on your throat while the other pulled down his pants and freed his cock.

“You want to fuck, let’s fuck.” He spread your legs and teased your entrance with his fingers and then the head of his cock.

You moaned into it right away, grinding into him, asking for more and he gave it to you this time, pushing in all the way to the hilt until your nails scratched at his back. Aemond was breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours, his breath heavy on your lips.

His pace was slow and his hand moved from your neck down to your breast, massaging softly while he kissed your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer.

“Faster, please,” you whispered.

“Gods, I wish you didn’t feel so fucking good,” he moaned as he pushed you down into the mattress, the weight of his body on yours felt so perfect you could already feel your orgasm within reach.

Aemond’s hand cupped your cheek while he looked into your eyes, slowing down a little, not wanting it to be over too fast.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered,”My sweet girl…you drive me absolutely insane, you know that?”

The intensity in his eye and the emotion in his voice made you shiver. Was it possible that he also felt more? Or was he just lost in this blissful moment chasing a much needed release?

You didn’t care anymore, you needed to hear him say it, even if it wasn’t real.

“Aemond,” you pleaded softly,”Tell me you’re mine.”

He whimpered at your words,”I’m yours, I’m all yours, my lady.”

HIs lips found yours in a soft sweet kiss while he started slamming into you harder and faster, chasing his release.

“Say it back to me,” he moaned.

“I’m yours, Aemond.”

“All mine,” he growled before kissing your neck again.

You were close, all you needed was that little push.”Aemond, touch me, please,” you whined.

His hand moved in between your legs, fingers frantically rubbing your clit, making you see stars and you clenched around him hard, taking him with you in your downfall.

“Fuck,” Aemond breathed, collapsing on top of you. You didn’t want him to move and you wrapped both arms around him to hold him close.

He smiled against your cheek before pressing several soft kisses to your lips.

You laid with him in silence for a while, neither of you willing to move. Unspoken words hanging in the air until you finally broke.

“My prince,” you whispered softly,”Last time I was here I saw…that girl…”

He moved to lie down beside you in the bed, still keeping his arm around your waist,”Is that what’s been bothering you?”

“I am not bothered,” you lied.

He looked at you with a little smirk telling you he saw right through you.”Then why did you mention it, hmm?”

“Fine,” you sighed,” Would it be so bad if I was?”

“No, my princess,” Aemond grabbed your hand and lifted it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles,”It would not be bad at all, the opposite actually. The idea that you would feel jealous or possessive over me is…”

He swallowed his words but couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks.

He held your hand to his heart and added,”But you have no reason to feel so.”

Your eyes met his, you wanted so much to believe him but you also wanted to ask him for an explanation. Who was she was and what was she doing in his bed? And how many times had they…

You were afraid the answer would only make you feel worse. Aemond sensed your insecurity.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered,”I did not touch her.”

Now it was your turn to smirk and roll your eyes at him.“She was naked in your bed, Aemond. You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings, I can handle it.”

“I swear on my mother’s life I did not touch her,” he repeated, holding your gaze before he continued explaining,”She was one of Aegon’s whores, my brother sent her to me as a present because I had been in a terrible mood all week and he was fed up with me, I guess.”

You stayed quiet.

“He just wanted to offer me some distraction. But I….”

He sighed deeply.

“What is it?” you asked carefully.

“The only distraction I want is you,” he whispered,”You’re all I want, my lady.”

Your heart soared at the way he was looking at you and you leaned in and softly kissed him. Aemond grabbed your face with both hands and deepened the kiss.

It was different than before, his kiss was still hungry but it was also tender and delicate and filled with more affection than you could handle. He was kissing you as if you gave him life and he would die if he stopped. Your heart was beating fast in your chest.

“Aemond,” you breathed after a while, coming up for air.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued in a whisper, unable to stop now that his emotions had surfaced and his honesty hadn’t chased you away yet.”You’re on my mind every single minute of every day. It drives me insane when you’re not here, I need you in my bed so I can take you every night and every morning. I want you so bad, all the goddamn time.”

He rolled on top of you, lips finding your neck while his cock pushed against your inner thigh, rock hard again.

“Gods, I need you, my sweet girl,” he breathed before kissing your mouth again. Your legs spread for him and your hands cupped his face.

“I need you too, Aemond,” you moaned softly as his fingers started teasing your clit.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me,” he growled and aligned his cock with your entrance, teasing you some more before pushing it in.

“Please,” you begged,”More.”

“Tell me what you need, princess.”

”I need you closer, and deeper. Take me and do not hold back.”

Your words spurred him on and he slowly started fucking you, as deep as he could until your heavy moans were the only thing filling the room. You wrapped your body around his, meeting his thrusts, nails digging into his back while your teeth sank into his shoulder. It was enough to make him lose control.

His one hand cupped your face, keeping his eye on yours as he fucked you senseless. You were coming undone, the intense eye contact adding even more fire and an intimacy that almost felt overwhelming. You wanted to look away from him but he didn’t let you.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he moaned,”I want to see you fall apart….be with me…cum for me.”

Your body did as he asked, clenching hard as you both climaxed together, this one even more powerful than the last.

You were completely spent afterwards, sated and satisfied beyond your wildest expectations. The both of you a hot, sweaty mess when Aemond finally pulled out of you and rolled onto his back next to you.

Your hand searched for his and he laced his fingers with yours, not letting go.

“Stay,” Aemond whispered.

You both leaned onto your sides to look at each other, his hand gently cupping your cheek.”Stay the night with me,” he repeated.

“Aemond,” you smiled softly, leaning into his touch,”I want to but….”

He instantly pulled his hands from you and sighed while leaning onto his back, eye at the ceiling now instead of on you.

“I’m sorry,” you moved to sit on the side of the bed, putting your nightdress back on and searching for the rest of your clothes,”I should go.”

Aemond leaned on his elbows to look at you, a sad smirk on his face,”Fleeing the scene of the crime, hmm?”

“That’s not…you’re not…,” you sighed.

“it’s alright, my lady,” he regained his composure and watch you put on your skirt and coat.

When your eyes found his again there was nothing but softness in his gaze and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“When can I see you again?” you asked.

“Right now,” he teased,”Stay and you can see me all night.”

“Aemond,” you rolled your eyes but could’t suppress another smile.

“Tomorrow?” he asked, more seriously.

You nodded.”Tomorrow sounds good.”

“I meant it, you know,” he then added.

“What?”

“I’m yours,” he whispered,”And no matter whose bed you sleep in tonight, deep down inside you know it too…you’re mine.”

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