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Make Me Water (M)

Can you blow my mind?

Set off my whole body

If I give you my time

Can you snatch my soul from me?

🔊 water - tyla; make me - britney spears, g-eazy; the look - ali gatie, kehlani; meeting in my bedroom - silk; tonight - dxvn., daniel di angelo; slidin' - kai and more... 🔊

• Pairing: Seonghwa x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Friends to Lovers, Smut, Fluff

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 14.4k

• Summary: The most unexpected topic comes up during a drinking session with your friends, leading to one of them making a rather bold claim. You declare that they’re full of shit and unintentionally make them determined to prove you wrong.

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content, discussion about inappropriate topics, Seonghwa and his bedroom eyes 😶, Y/N is in for the ride of her life, bickering, making out, body worship, teasing, edging, praise, fingering, squirting (it’s gon be real wet up in here 🗣️💦), dirty talk, oral (f. and m. receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, multiple positions, unprotected sex (dooon’t do this), aftercare

• Notes: She's heeeeere~ I feel like I've been through the wringer working on this one, so I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you to @wooahaeproductions for beta'ing! 💖

“Alright, alright, it’s my turn now!”

Wooyoung’s exclamation made you and a couple of others look around with apprehension; nothing good came from his drunken mouth ninety percent of the time. But you humored him nonetheless by encouraging, “Go on, Woo.”

You and your group of friends had gathered at your place for the weekly hang out that involved food, drinks and conversations that could either start debates or leave everyone on the floor dying of laughter. Tonight was no exception as empty bottles of soju and beer laid across the coffee table, along with plates that once housed food that everyone brought.

Now that stomachs were full and inhibitions were lessened, in came the inappropriate discussions.

Wooyoung straightened his posture, looking like the Cheshire cat as he crowed, “What’s something you’ve always wanted to try in bed that you haven’t yet?”

Reactions varied. Some immediately looked up as they searched for an answer while others took a sudden interest in their drinking glasses. You were of the former as you scanned your brain, only for Mingi to step up to the plate first.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to have sex while driving.”

Sakura quipped over her glass with, “Like road head or full on sex?”

“Road head, I guess. Not trying to wreck my car.”

Jongho couldn’t help but scoff, “Like you would have less of a chance of crashing from that.”

Mingi waved the younger man off, clearly not wanting his fantasy to be ruined.

“Whatever. Ningning, you go now.”

“Huh?! Why me?”

“Because you’re sitting next to me, we’re going around in a circle.”

Ningning didn’t seem too pleased with his reasoning, elbowing him sharply before gathering her thoughts.

“Uh…I guess—” Her pretty face scrunched up. “—I wouldn’t mind getting tied up.”

Everyone lit up with curiosity, but it was overshadowed from Jongho nearly choking on his beer all of a sudden. Seonghwa was quick to lean over and pat his back to help out.

“Easy there.”

“I’m—” A cough. “—fine, hyung, thanks.”

Wooyoung leaned forward, eyes scrunched as he stared down Ningning.

“Eh? Bondage? Our little Ningning is into that?”

“Okay, one, don’t call me little or I’ll throw something at you. Two, I haven’t tried it yet.”

“But you want to one day.”

Knives might as well have gone into Wooyoung with the way she glared him down.

“Isn’t that the point of this game? Dumbass.”

You were quick to jump in with, “Ning, I think we need to keep you away from the soju, even though Woo deserves every word you’re hurling at him.”

“Hey!”

Ningning huffed, crossing her arms before leaning back against the couch. “Whatever. Jongho, are you alright? Sorry if I scared you.”

Jongho was under control now, although his cheeks had a slight flush to them.

“Y-Yes, Ningning…you didn’t scare me, just took me off-guard.”

She giggled, doing a complete one-eighty from her interaction with Wooyoung.

“Did I? I’ll try not to do it again, ‘kay?”

Whatever Jongho was about to reply with dwindled into a sheepish chuckle when her hand patted his.

“O-Okay.”

“Anyways—” The attention was back on Wooyoung again, thanks to his obnoxious call. “—since you’re back in action, it’s your turn now.”

“Huh?! Oh…”

The way the poor kid deflated had you about to pipe up to defend him, only for Seonghwa to beat you to it.

“Wooyoung, take it down a notch, will you?”

The offender placed a hand on his chest as if he was falsely accused of a crime. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was around a bunch of wet blankets. Look, if he wants to skip, fine. Don’t need him choking to death.”

Just as Seonghwa was about to scold again, Jongho waved a hand to ease the tension.

“Hyung, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure? Don’t let him pressure you.”

The younger man gave his elder a toothy grin in reassurance.

“Yes.”

“You heard him, mom, let him answer!”

Seonghwa sighed in defeat, shaking his head as he got comfortable in his spot next to you again. You leaned in to whisper, “There’s no winning against Woo when he’s drunk, I thought you knew that by now.”

Your friend chuckled lowly, bumping your thigh with his hand.

“Thank you for the reminder. Say it a little earlier next time, yes?”

A giggle escaped, from both his quip and the light touch.

“Yes, Hwa.”

Remembering that Jongho was about to answer now, you tuned out of your brief conversation with the man beside you and back to the group.

“I always…”

Hesitation spread over Jongho’s face as he trailed off; whatever he wanted to say must have been too much for his introverted self to admit. But Wooyoung was quick to encourage him by saying, “Come on, Jongho, spit it out! This is a no judgment zone.”

The younger man gave his friend a look of gratitude before taking a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Um…I’ve always been curious about…”

With his teeth coming on full display and his full cheeks reddening further, he unloaded.

“Squirting?”

Between Mingi spitting out his beer, Wooyoung screeching in surprise at the mess that landed on him, Sakura and Ningning gasping and your jaw dropping, the room went in an uproar.

“Yah, you got beer on me!”

“Serves you right for starting this in the first place.”

“Huh?! Jongho, are you for real?”

“Yes! What’s wrong, i-is it too much?”

Sakura waved her hands in placation, continuing, “No, it’s not! I’m just surprised to hear that from you, of all people.”

He was quick to straighten up, eyes narrowing in defense. “What is that supposed to mean?!”

“You seem so…clean-cut?”

“Yeah, not like someone who wants their mattress turned into a water bed.”

Jongho snapped at Mingi’s confusion with, “I’m not talking about a whole geyser, that’s fake! Just a little bit, you know?”

The tall man still looked unconvinced, full lips pursed.

“Okay, but, is it even possible?”

“Yeah, I heard it’s not easy to do—” Wooyoung had the nerve to wiggle his fingers in the air. “—gotta have the magic touch.”

Of course, the troublemaker himself glanced at you, Sakura and Ningning before questioning, “Unless either of you lovely ladies have experience in that area?”

Ningning shook her head swiftly. “Never.”

Sakura lifted her chin. “Nope.”

Which left you to end the interrogation with, “No, and it won’t ever happen.”

Wooyoung backed off, humming in curiosity. Just when it seemed that he was going to move on to the next victim, a voice next to you spoke.

“I’ve seen it happen before.”

Every eye in the room landed on Seonghwa, looking as casual as ever despite his controversial statement.

“Eh? What do you mean?”

He looked at Jongho casually while lifting his glass to his lips. “I’ve made someone squirt before.”

Sheer chaos erupted all at once. While everyone else talked over each other, you gawked at your friend. You did not expect something like that to come out of Seonghwa, of all people.

Seonghwa, who kept a close eye on your group during every outing.

Seonghwa, who stayed up until 3 AM playing Animal Crossing.

Prim, proper and pretty Seonghwa, who just admitted to causing an obscene act in the bedroom.

“How?!”

“Patience and knowing what they like. You also have to make sure they’re comfortable or you won’t get anywhere.”

It was ironic to see how fixated Wooyoung was on the topic, seeing as he was the one who started this game out of sheer debauchery, inquiring, “Was it planned? Or did it just happen out of nowhere?”

“It was unexpected but intriguing. We were just doing the usual and I could feel something different. Before I realized it, there was a huge mess.”

You could have sworn you heard a hint of smugness in his tone.

“Damn…from fingering or fucking?”

A tilt of his lips.

“Both.”

Wooyoung sat back, looking more than impressed at his friend’s prowess. But you weren’t on board like the others were. Squirting always seemed like something that was exaggerated by people who didn’t have much to brag about in the bedroom. Therefore, you couldn’t help but interrupt the questioning.

“You sure they didn’t pee on you?”

Seonghwa turned his head, looking unimpressed with your snark. “I’m pretty sure.”

Your brow lifted.

“It only happened that one time?”

“Yes.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe you just got lucky.”

The ‘oooh’ echoing from your friends only amplified the taken aback expression on Seonghwa’s face.

“I think she’s calling you bad in bed, Hwa.”

“No, I’m not! I’m just skeptical, is all. Anyways—” You shot a placating smile to everyone. “—why don’t we move on to the next victim?”

Wooyoung cackled, “Now you’re speaking my language, Y/N! Sakura, you better answer with something to upstage hyung!”

“Wooyoung-ah, don’t put so much pressure on me!”

Following her whine, the group focused their full attention on the young woman, especially you as you pushed the previous topic to the back of your head. But while you were laser-focused on every single person who went next, you were unaware of the constant glances Seonghwa would shoot at the side of your head, something brewing deep in his dark eyes.

After the tumultuous discussions finally dimmed, you retreated into the kitchen to begin washing the pile of dishes from dinner. Despite the multiple offers of help, you turned them down. You could use some peace and quiet for a moment.

The dull thrum of conversation in the background was all the noise you needed as you began working on whatever was in the sink. But then you felt someone coming up to stand to your right once you got two plates in.

You didn’t even need to look up to know who was butting in.

“Do you not know the meaning of relax?”

Seonghwa hummed playfully, reaching for one of the soaped-up dishes in your sink. “No, not really.”

A huff left as you allowed him to help. No point wasting energy in saying no.

You scrubbed each one as well as you could before passing them off to your friend to rinse. Even though you knew he should have been kicking back in the living room with the others, his assistance was appreciated. You greatly underestimated how hard dried tteokbokki sauce was to get off.

“So what are they talking about now? How to recreate positions from porn?”

Seonghwa chuckled at your quip. “No, they’re laser-focused on the game.”

“Good. I still can’t believe we even had that conversation earlier.”

“You know how Wooyoung and the others get when they drink.” A pause came before he spoke lowly, “They didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, did they?”

The way concern painted his tone made you look up, seeing his face expressing the same emotion. Leave it to him to always look out for you.

“Not at all. I was taken off-guard—” You gave a reassuring smile. “—but it definitely livened up the night.”

He smiled with relief, taking another bowl from you to rinse off and dry.

“Although I have to admit, you caught me by surprise.”

“What, because of what I said?”

You hummed as you put your muscles into scrubbing a stubborn stain, “Mhm. Doesn’t seem like your kind of thing.”

Seonghwa huffed playfully, “Well, you never expressed any interest in my intimate life, so I didn’t have a reason to inform you.”

His remark made your eyes roll.

“I mean that it doesn’t seem like something your prim and proper self would be into.”

“You say that like sex isn’t meant to be the opposite of that.”

You shrugged. “I stand by what I said. Besides, you probably just got lucky with whoever she was.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Seonghwa turning his head to lift a defined brow. “What makes you say that?”

Wanting to emphasize your opinion, you paused your hands to give your friend a matter-of-fact expression.

“Because a lot of women can’t squirt. I don’t care what ‘experts’ say, it’s damn near impossible.”

To your surprise, he frowned. “Y/N, do you really think I’m lying?”

“Not lying, just taking an inch and making a mile out of it—” You went back to giving the dirty dishes attention. “—maybe if I saw it in person, it’d be a different story.”

After that, it was silent, save for the faint cheers of your friends in the living room. You figured that was the end of that conversation.

“Why bother telling you when I could just show you?”

Your fingers seemed to lose their grip on the plate, clattering into the sink loudly.

What? He did not just say that.

You turned to gawk at Seonghwa before stuttering, “H-Huh?”

He was nonplussed as he met your eyes, repeating, “I could just prove you wrong. Actions speak louder than words, no?”

Was he fucking serious? Seonghwa offering to show you how he could make you squirt?

“Hwa, you…you’re joking, right?”

“I’m not.”

Judging by the look on his face, he really wasn’t.

Feeling a heat begin to creep up the back of your neck, you tore your gaze away to grab the plate, picking it up and checking to see if it suffered any damage from your slip-up.

“Come on, be for real right now. I can’t do that.”

“You can’t let me touch you or you can’t squirt?”

You almost threw the abused dish back down as your head whipped up to fix him a flustered glare.

“Both! One, we’re friends. Two, I’ve never squirted and I never will.”

Seonghwa gave you an equally stern look, firing back, “We’re both single and it would just be between the two of us. And have you ever even tried?”

“N-No, but—”

“So how would you know?”

You pursed your lips, feeling a wave of frustration mixed with defeat overcoming you. It wasn’t fun to admit, but he had a point.

He could probably tell by the look on your face that you knew this, yet he didn’t gloat or prod you further. Seonghwa just kept watching and waiting for your next defense to come out. But it didn’t come for a while as your mind raced with thoughts, coming up with one that took you for a spin.

Would it really be so bad to say yes?

If you had to be honest, a part of you always entertained escaping the friend zone with Seonghwa. Yes, he was an incredibly good-looking man, but that could only get you so far. It was his personality that made your mind wander, as well.

There was always something so incredibly attractive about someone who looked out for you and your best interests. It wasn’t just with you, but with others as well. The amount of times he had jumped in to assist (especially with Jongho and Wooyoung) with getting them out of messes was too frequent.

But this was your friend. And friends and sex mixed together could either end up turning into something beautiful or an absolute disaster.

“Seonghwa.”

“Hm?”

You peered up at him with confusion. “Why me?”

For a moment, your friend said nothing while keeping his stare on you. But then the gentlest of smiles stretched his lips before he explained, “Why not?”

Flabbergasted. Flustered. Any word to match your current feeling was necessary.

His reason was as simple as that?

“Hwa, the TV is acting up again, can you help us?”

Sakura’s sudden shout made the two of you jump, Seonghwa turning his head to call out, “Give me a second!”

You couldn’t help but freeze when his dark eyes landed on you again, steady as if you two didn’t have an inappropriate conversation just now.

“No pressure, Y/N. Excuse me.”

And then he left you alone in the kitchen, reeling and staring at the spot he was previously in.

What the hell?

Desperate to distract yourself from what occurred, you turned to face the sink again. Cleaning up was considerably slower this time, thanks to your hands trembling. When you dropped the same butter knife for the third time, you swore under your breath and placed your palms on the edge of the counter, holding on tight. It was to try and get your nerves under control, but alas, you ended up pondering Seonghwa's offer in the meantime.

You sighed heavily, hanging your head for a moment as you reminded yourself to grab a shot before heading back to the others.

The rest of the night went smoothly with spikes of excitement, courtesy of Jongho and Ningning’s impromptu duet and Mingi’s long-winded explanation of how ants were the most useless bugs in existence. You tried your damnedest to focus on them and give your own input, but it was difficult thanks to the source of your troubles sitting right next to you.

You tried to play it cool, even though you kept stealing glances at Seonghwa, acting as nonplussed as ever. It didn’t help at all when he decided to perch his head on your lap, humming as he looked ready to fall asleep at any moment.

Bastard.

Mercy was granted when everyone decided to head out later on. You saw them out with hugs and promises to make plans for next week’s hangout, save for Seonghwa who decided to stay behind to help with the last bit of cleaning. You cursed his consideration, still feeling too shaken to be able to stay alone in the same room as him. As long as you avoided his eyes, you were okay.

When he finally decided to leave, you felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment. His offer hadn’t been brought up again since earlier, leaving you to wonder if he was fully serious or just taking the piss out of you.

“Are you alright?”

You broke out of your thoughts, seeing Seonghwa observing you with concern.

“Yeah, Hwa…I think I’m just ready for bed, that's all.”

“You do look tired. Let me get out of your hair, then.”

And so you walked him to your front door, the feeling still lingering inside your chest. You tried your best to stifle it as you unlocked the door, giving your friend a smile.

“Thanks for the help, Hwa.”

He gave you one of his gorgeous, toothy grins, making your gut flip in protest. “Of course, Y/N.”

And like always, he reached his arms out, waiting until you stepped into them to receive a tight hug.

A hug that made you a little giddy at times yet hit ten times harder tonight.

“Have a good night.”

Why did he have to whisper it like that? And so close to your head?

“You too. Get home safe.”

Reluctantly, you let him go, watching as he stepped over the threshold. But as soon as both feet passed, that ball of tension inside crawled up and out of your mouth.

“Seonghwa.”

You almost didn’t recognize your voice, trying not to mull over it too much as said man turned to look at you. Hesitation wracked you before you were able to muster a necessary question.

“Are you free this weekend?”

“I am. Why?”

Would you regret what you were about to do? Or would you be unlocking the door to something new and exciting?

There was no point in analyzing further as you gathered up every last one of your nerves to look him in the eye.

“I have a challenge for you.”

You were a fool. A horny, little fool who let her pussy take over her mind.

As badly as you wanted to blame Seonghwa for even putting this crazy idea into your head, it was absurd to try. You were the one who accepted his offer and you were the one currently driving over to his place to see if he could put his money where his mouth was.

Just the curious thoughts you had about what he might do had you gripping the steering wheel tighter.

They came to a halt when you parked and began making your way up to his apartment, trying not to look too jumpy to the doorman who always greeted you. You were no stranger to visiting, but a silly part of you became paranoid that he’d see right through and decipher the naughty reason that you were really here. But your facade remained steady until you made your way off the elevator and headed straight for one of the doors in the hallway.

You took in a deep breath, soothing your nerves a mite before ringing the doorbell. Whatever composure you mustered dwindled when Seonghwa answered a few seconds later, looking effortlessly gorgeous as ever. Yes, even in a plain white tee and gray sweats.

Damn. You probably looked basic as fuck with your simple cami and leggings on.

“Y/N.”

The pleasant smile he gave reflected on your own face as you brought a mildly shaky hand up to give a short wave.

“I made it.”

“I can see that. Come in.”

As soon as he stepped aside, you entered, sliding your shoes off as he shut the door.

“Busy day today?”

You shrugged as you pushed your footwear to the side of the welcome mat. “Busy enough. I took it easy, honestly.”

“Saving your energy for tonight?”

The tips of your ears heated up at the ever so subtle upturn of his lips. Leave it to him to be direct.

“Maybe.”

Seonghwa chuckled as you looked anywhere but at him, leaning his shoulder against the door and folding his arms across his chest. “No need to be so awkward, Y/N.”

You groaned and looked up at the ceiling before griping, “Hwa, I just came over to your apartment to see if you could get me to squirt. How can I not be awkward?”

Your friend’s humorous smile grew into a reassuring one as he returned to his full height, reaching one of his hands out to hold yours.

“You shouldn’t feel awkward because it’s just between the two of us and we’re going to have a good time.”

The touch and reassurance from him eased your nerves a little, but…

“But what if I don’t end up doing it?”

Seonghwa’s expression became a bit serious now.

“Then we’ll figure it out, if we hit that wall. Either way, no pressure—” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand. “—I just want you to enjoy yourself.”

Your heart couldn’t help but warm. Despite the fact that he brought this up in the first place, he gave you the choice to tap out whenever you wanted. But there was a bud growing inside you now. A bud that was determined to at least attempt to see his claim through.

“Thank you, Seonghwa. I, um, hope I don’t disappoint you.”

He grinned lightly, giving your palm a careful squeeze.

“I’m sure you won’t. Do you need anything right now?”

Considering that you did all your grooming and usual sex prep at home, you were ready to get straight to business.

“No, I’m good.”

Seonghwa nodded at your answer, letting go of your hand. “Alright. Just head to my room and get comfortable, I have to grab a few things first.”

Although you raised your eyebrow at whatever ‘a few things’ was, you let it slide and turned to walk towards his bedroom. Out of all the times you had been in there, heading past the door had you overcome with a different emotion this time. Well, three.

You were nervous, cautious and excited at the same time. Maybe there was a name for that somewhere out there, but you deemed it unimportant at the moment as you sat on the foot of his bed.

His room was familiar, so you couldn’t distract yourself by looking around. For now, you clasped your hands and twiddled your thumbs, watching them with mild interest. The sound of Seonghwa finally entering brought your attention away from your appendages, only for your brows to nearly raise into your hairline with the things your friend had bundled in his arms.

Two water bottles.

A bath towel.

A portable speaker.

“You’re really turning this into a whole experience, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I want to make sure you’re as relaxed as possible.”

Something clicked and you made a noise of realization. “Is that why you asked me to send you a bedroom playlist over?”

“Mhm.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly and shake your head.

“Seonghwa…it almost feels like you’re trying to seduce me.”

He giggled at the accusation, setting the stuff down on the bed before grinning mischievously.

“Is it working?”

In all honesty, it wouldn’t have taken much on his end to seduce you, but there was no way in hell you were going to say that out loud.

“I’ll give you an A for effort.”

“Hmph, good enough.”

With that, Seonghwa grabbed the speaker to start setting it up with his phone.

“Oh, I forgot to mention—” He paused and turned his head to look at you. “—you might want to use the bathroom before we start.”

His suggestion made your face scrunch in confusion. “I don’t really have to go, though…”

“Even if you don’t, it’ll give you peace of mind. Just so you know that you don’t have to go during. Trust me.”

Well, you weren’t going to keep fighting the supposed squirting expert, so you shrugged and stood up to head to the bathroom. After doing the little bit of business you had and cleaning up, you returned to Seonghwa’s room, only to be greeted by a few different things.

Familiar music entered your ears and your eyes noticed the large bath towel spread out in the middle of his bed, the dark terrycloth contrasting with the light blue comforter. Seonghwa had his back turned to you, too occupied in fussing with something at his nightstand to notice your appearance. You cleared your throat after a few seconds, capturing his attention as he looked over his shoulder.

“All done?”

You gave a nod as you walked up to him.

“Are you all put together now?”

He chuckled a little, returning your nod. “As much as I can be, yes.”

Despite his answer, there was a bout of silence between the two of you afterward. It seemed that neither of you didn’t know how to continue. Thankfully, he stepped up to the plate.

“Should we sit?”

His motioning to the foot of the bed forced you to swallow the sudden jump of nerves, moving forward to sit down, the other following suit. Your eyes remained on the carpet, tapping your bare feet on it as you came to terms with what was about to happen. It was a miracle that you could hear the music over the hammering of your heartbeat.

“You look nervous.”

You brought your eyes up to see Seonghwa giving you a sympathetic smile. It only made you clear your throat and look away with timidity.

“Can you blame me? This is an…unexpected development in our relationship.”

A quiet hum. “It definitely is.”

Both of you stayed silent, breaking when you heard him whisper, “I wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.”

You whipped your head back around, blinking at his change in tone.

“I was expecting you to curse me out completely for even bringing something like this up.”

You assumed that you were the only one internally freaking out about this, but it was clear by the way Seonghwa kept tapping his bouncing leg that he was struggling to adjust too. Endeared and relieved by his behavior, you carefully bumped your leg into his.

“Well, you seemed so sincere in your offer and knowing you, you wouldn’t risk it if you knew I was gonna flip, right?”

Your mild teasing paired with encouragement made his demeanor brighten, teeth flashing.

“Right.”

Both of you giggled, feeling a little more at ease now. It led to Seonghwa taking your hand in his now, the touch comforting as he gazed into your eyes with a seriousness.

“There’s still a chance for you to back out, Y/N. It’s your call.”

Seonghwa’s body language was pretty clear in what answer he really wanted to hear. The way he continuously brushed his thumb over your knuckles and looked deep into your eyes let you know how much he was looking forward to this experience.

And yet he still gave you full control over it.

A grateful smile couldn’t help but stretch over your lips as you completely made up your mind. Your palm turned over to still his wandering thumb, scooting closer until your knee touched his own.

Leaning in, you whispered into his ear, “Show me what you can do.”

As soon as you pulled back, you could see the shift in Seonghwa’s expression, one that was new to you but brought a thrill down your spine. With a firm nod, he brought up his free hand to hold your jaw with caution. His head came in, tilting before you closed your eyes. A second later, you felt his lips claiming yours for a kiss.

A kiss that was everything you thought of and everything you never anticipated.

You always expected him to be an expert at this. Which was probably dumb of you to assume, considering you never got anything more than a hug out of your friend, but what was the harm in wishful thinking? At least he proved you right with the way he let passion slowly drip into it and kept his hands touching you.

Your body slowly crept up in temperature as the minutes went by. By now, you were giving back as much as you could in the kiss, one of your own hands holding onto his t-shirt. The urge to venture underneath kept striking, yet you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself without asking. You reluctantly pulled your lips off of Seonghwa’s, only enough to whisper, “Can I take your shirt off, Hwa?”

He was quick to give a nod of approval, sitting back before taking your hand and moving it to brush against the hem. Before you could lose your nerve, you took hold with both hands, waiting for your friend to lift his arms and sliding the fabric up carefully. You tossed it to the floor as soon as it was off, breath catching at what was in front of you now.

This wasn’t the first time you had seen Seonghwa shirtless, but the current circumstances made the sight more tantalizing than usual. Although you had noticed the light definition of his lean torso prior to today, knowing that you were about to have free reign made the urge to touch him even stronger. With a burst of want, your fingers began exploring his warm skin, watching and listening as he reacted to your touch.

The barely audible hums and sighs falling from his lips were eventually silenced when he leaned in for another kiss, the intensity turned up a notch this time. Feeling your friend groan into your mouth whenever you brushed a sensitive spot was a privilege you never thought you would get.

And one you didn’t want to give up any time soon.

But then Seonghwa was pulling away, making you nearly choke on the whine you had to hold back. Your disappointment was swiftly alleviated when you saw his hands go for the bottom of your shirt now. His brow raised as he questioned softly, “May I?”

Your response was an encouraging nod. Repeating his motions from earlier as the roles were reversed, you tried to ignore the anxious, little voice in your head as your clothing came off and ended up on the bedroom floor. It was also a result of spending nearly an hour deciding on what underwear to don, which in the grand scheme of things, was stupid. But you wanted to at least leave him with a good impression.

Which may be what you’re getting, judging by the smallest tilt of his mouth as he looked you over.

“What?”

“Would I sound arrogant if I asked if this was for me?”

Your nerves eased as you giggled and gave his leg a light kick.

“You would…but I’d let it slide.”

“Would you?”

“Mhm—” The attention made you push your chest out a bit. “—figured I’d wear my good stuff for a special occasion.”

Seonghwa chuckled lowly, glancing at the motion before returning to your face. “Well, I feel very grateful right now.”

His words solidified that you made an excellent choice today.

While you were mentally patting yourself on the back, he began leaning in again, only for his lips to land on your jawline. The sensation brought a pleasant shiver down your spine, increasing when he started moving lower. Brushing over your pulse point made it come stronger this time.

You tipped your head back to give your friend more room to work with, getting lost in the sensations. The feelings gave way to a gentle warmth that crept up on you the longer Seonghwa kept kissing, spiking into a small fire every time he hit a sensitive spot or threw a bit of teeth into the mix. When the heat needed an escape, you’d let out gentle noises to let him know how he was making you feel. He’d show his gratitude with a hum on your skin or the softest of chuckles.

“You know—” A scrape along your jugular. “—I always thought you were gorgeous.”

Whoa. The sudden words made you fall out of your haze a bit as you stammered, “R-Really?”

“Mhm—“ Another kiss on your neck. “—so pretty.”

An unmistakable heat built up in your cheeks, taking his compliment to heart. To have someone that looked like Seonghwa saying that would have your ego riding a high for the next few days.

But for now, you’d focus on the way his lips started carefully trailing down to the swells of your breasts, occasionally brushing against the lace hiding the rest of them. You couldn’t help but watch the top of his head, ebony bangs swaying and tickling your sensitive skin as he continued with his kisses. Soon enough, the desire for more came.

“Hwa.”

The soft call made him stop and bring his head up to give you his attention. With a slight push of your chest, you encouraged, “Take it off.”

Seonghwa gave your bra a quick glance before returning his gaze to give a nod, sitting up to reach around your torso. You felt his hand fumble for a moment until the band around your ribs loosened. He went for your straps now, sliding the garment down delicately, eyes fixated on your skin as it was exposed.

The way he was staring had you feeling a mix of self-consciousness and assurance. Having one of your close friends seeing you in such a state was nerve-wracking, but the budding heat in his expression let you know that he liked what he saw. And if you were unsure about that, he was quick to remedy it by leaning down to pull a nipple into his mouth.

A small hiss left your lips at the sensation, head tipping back as Seonghwa began carefully sucking. Just when you were really enjoying it, he pulled off to ask, “Did you like that?”

It took a second to gain your voice before answering, “I did.”

Your friend’s mouth quirked at your affirmation, pleased to find something else that made you tick. He dove back in, returning his attention to the stiff bud with more pressure. A few sighs escaped as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy it further. How quickly Seonghwa caught on to your body was mind-boggling. Whenever you were about to ask for more, he’d bring a hand up to tweak and play with the neglected side.

He continued to play with your breasts a little longer, leaving no inch untouched before he pulled off. The loss of the touch had your fingers tightening on the comforter, only easing up when he spoke, “We should get more comfortable.”

With a motion of his hand towards the head of the bed, you turned and crawled up to rest your head on the pillows. Seonghwa was quick to follow, watching as he ended up on top of you. He stopped when he was level with your chest, planting a few kisses before slowly trailing them down your torso. That and the little nips he’d throw in between made you melt into the comforter.

You couldn’t help but want to watch him in action at one point. Your stare must have been heavy as he eventually caught you.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just…I’m surprised at how thorough you’re being.”

He let out an amused huff before sitting up between your legs.

“The buildup is part of it, Y/N. It’s not just about how you feel here—” He pointed between your hips before tapping your forehead. “—it’s about what’s going on up here too.”

Wow. Never did you imagine hearing that out of anyone you were about to be intimate with. His thought process relaxed you further, giving him a nod to show that you understood.

Seonghwa looked pleased with your reaction, leaning in to give you a short but sweet kiss. He pulled back to direct his eyes on your panties before peering back up to raise a thick brow.

“Should we take these off?”

The suggestion forced your bottom lip under your teeth in anticipation, lifting your hips to let him know that you were completely on board. He took a hold of the waistband and pulled down carefully until your underwear came off your legs and ended up on the floor. The new exposure had you keeping them as close together as possible (which wasn’t much, thanks to Seonghwa sitting in between). Your friend didn’t give you the chance to feel more shy, his hands laying next to your knees to gradually slide up and towards your inner thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

With a light push, he spread your legs further apart, revealing more of your most intimate area. Your stomach flipped at the way his eyes seemed to drink you in, feeling a thumb come up to brush the apex of your thigh.

“Pretty.”

His murmur made you want to grab a pillow and hide your face from the sudden heat washing over it. But Seonghwa interrupted your modesty by hooking his hands underneath your knees to push them back all of a sudden.

“Hwa!”

“Hold these for me.”

You couldn’t tell if it was a command or a suggestion; either way, you were quick to hold the back of your knees and keep yourself spread open. All you could do was lay there and wiggle your toes as you tried not to overthink on how exposed you were to Seonghwa now.

“Y/N.”

You peered up at him, only to be greeted with a question that you never expected to leave his mouth.

“Do you like being eaten out?”

A tremble slipped through your fingers while the grip on your legs tightened. You nodded slowly while whispering, “I do.”

Seonghwa pulled in his bottom lip before biting, focusing his gaze between your legs again.

“May I?”

God yes. Which was short for ‘god yes, eat me the fuck out like you haven’t had a meal in days’, but your nerves dwindled it down to a mini smile paired with a slow nod. It seemed to be more than enough for your friend as he grinned lightly before carefully slinking down until his face hovered in front of your dripping folds.

A conflict of emotions occurred at the view. A thrill went through you at the thought of having Seonghwa put his mouth on you, yet you were also incredibly vulnerable to him now. Did you taste alright? Did you clean up enough and—

“Oh—”

Whatever worries you were going to stew on were interrupted, thanks to the tongue delicately running up your slit. The motion had your body stiffening at first, gaping down at the head between your thighs. For a moment, your brain couldn’t comprehend that it was Seonghwa who did that, but it was quick to realize when he went and did it again, making a light sound come out.

Your friend peered up at you through his bangs, deep brown eyes watching you like a hawk.

“Too much or more?”

“It…felt nice. Just, um, build it up?”

Why did you say that as if you didn’t know how you liked to be eaten out? Now Seonghwa cocked his head, looking a little cautious.

“You don’t sound very confident about that, Y/N. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like.”

Right. Right. This was Seonghwa, not some person who was doing this out of obligation for the end goal. How would he know how to please you if you didn’t communicate?

Taking a deep breath, you informed him, “That was fine. Just…switch between that and my clit.”

He nodded, looking more satisfied with your answer.

“Okay. Just tell me if I need to do anything different, yes?”

Your mouth curled at his consideration. “Yes, Hwa.”

Seonghwa gave your inner thigh a gentle peck before going back to what he was doing. Now you could enjoy the feeling fully, less hesitant than before. By the third lick, a moan began building up at the base of your throat, releasing when you felt the lightest of pressures on your clit.

“Mnh—”

“Is that good?”

Your legs spread further. “You can do it a little harder.”

He wasted no time in following your suggestion, circling the bud with more strength to make your back arch slightly and your nails dig into your skin.

“Yeah, just like that—”

Seonghwa continued, egged on by your words. He seemed to develop a strategy when it came to pleasuring you, leaving your eyes to flutter shut as you enjoyed the bliss.

The only time your fog was interrupted was when you heard his voice husking from below, “Knew you’d always taste so good.”

A shiver wracked your body from the mixture of praise and the light flick he gave your clit. You sat back and enjoyed the feeling of your friend’s mouth as he worked you over. When you felt something prodding your entrance, your eyes flew open, head lifting to see Seonghwa meeting you with apprehension on his beautiful face. Only when you looked closer did you see that the tip of his index finger was what pressed against you.

“Can I put it in?”

Your nod was all he needed before sliding inside, your teeth clenching at the welcome spreading. He began thrusting slowly, lighting a different kind of spark inside at the added friction. You tipped your head back again, sighing pleasantly in enjoyment.

“You sound so fucking wet—”

You squeezed involuntarily around his digit, finding that he wasn’t exaggerating. Listening close, you could hear a light squelching, your ears burning from the noise.

Seonghwa continued moving against your walls, stimulating you to the point where you instructed him to add another finger in. With a bite of his lip, he obliged, carefully adding a second one that made you moan even louder than before. How you managed to still keep a hold of your legs was impressive in its own right. But you nearly let go when you felt a brush against your G-spot.

“Ah—”

“Y/N?”

You were swift in alleviating his concern with a, “Right there, Hwa—”

He was clued into what he did, starting to rub and press in that area with more pressure. To give you something else to make your head spin, you felt him start to lap and swirl around your clit again. The two sensations intertwined seamlessly, leading to a familiar knot to start forming in your gut.

Shit. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine Seonghwa, your close friend, would make you about to come.

But just when you were about to allow the moment to take over, he removed his tongue and stilled his fingers, making your head throw back in frustration as you groaned.

“Damn—”

Seonghwa was quick to placate you, “I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s necessary.”

You brought your head up to shoot a large pout to let him know you didn’t see eye to eye. He gave you a chuckle in return, his free hand coming up to give your tense stomach a pat.

“Believe me, I’d love nothing more than to watch you come, but I made a promise.”

His admission, followed by the peck on the back of your thigh, made your toes curl in anticipation of what he had planned. You took some time to collect yourself, trying to ignore the pang that came from denying yourself an orgasm. Once you were ready, you let Seonghwa know.

It was like a rinse and repeat cycle, the way he kept edging you, only to stop when sweet bliss was about to arrive. Thankfully, after the third time of this, he sat up in front of you.

“I think you’re ready now.”

Mouth popping open in intrigue, you inquired, “So what should I do?”

“Just go along with it until you feel like you’re going to come. It’s going to feel like you have to pee also, but don’t fight it. Just push, okay?”

Hm. Simple enough.

“Okay.”

Seonghwa smiled at your compliance, giving your thigh a gentle rub before continuing to move the hand that made your pussy its new home. It might as well have, with the way it effortlessly slid and stroked all the spots that made you quiver. A sneaky part of your brain mused on why you never thought about getting intimate with your friend sooner.

But then you were struck with a feeling that sent an unexpected shock throughout your entire system.

What was that?

And then it happened again, only to come with an unwelcome weight below your belly button.

Fuck. Was this what he was talking about?

The longer he kept going, the more that pressure became overwhelming. It was a battle to fight with your brain to let it know that you weren’t going to have an accident. But once you got it to settle down, the feeling was so close.

You had to tell him. But your first attempt at speaking was useless, mouth parting only to let out yet another moan. With the most of your strength, you strained your vocal cords to choke out, “Seonghwa—!”

“Push.”

The desire to make the intense pressure go away was only stoked by his deep command, making something in you snap. With a strained cry, your hands flew down to tug at the sheets as bolts of lightning raced up and down your body. You faintly notice the tension in your lower belly dissipating a mite as you shook underneath Seonghwa. Remembering his instructions, you push your lower muscles as much as possible, feeling a sudden heat wash down your thighs.

You wanted to look and see if anything was happening down there, but the pleasure was overwhelming, forcing you to ride it out until your senses started to return. After what felt like eons, your body calmed down a little, although your hips would occasionally jerk.

Only when Seonghwa spoke did you become aware of your surroundings again.

“You did it.”

Those three words, teeming with pride, brought your heavy head up from the pillow. You looked up to see a pleased grin on his handsome face.

“D-Did I?”

His smile only grew wider, motioning you to take a peek between your legs. There was a delay from your brain to your body, but you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows. When you caught a glimpse, your mouth couldn’t help but pop open in shock.

The sight of your friend’s fingers stuffed in your pussy was already something to behold, but the extra details surrounding it only made it better. His hand glistened in the dim light of the room, along with your inner thighs. You had to look a little harder to notice the small wet spot on the towel, though.

“I did it…”

A swell of satisfaction built up in your chest as you gazed up at Seonghwa with amazement.

“I told you you could.”

Gratification and a hint of cockiness graced his tone, making a breathless giggle escape you.

“Wow…”

Your friend hummed pleasantly, his free hand coming up to give your hip a gentle rub.

“Did it feel good?”

Good? Good?

“It felt fucking amazing.”

Seonghwa laughed at your impassioned response. “Wonderful. I wasn’t going to take anything less.”

You matched his laugh, flopping back down onto the bed as you continued to get your bearings. As the shocks slowly wore off, your brain began racing. The feeling you had experienced just now was intense yet addicting. It seemed that your body wanted more of what your friend gave you, not helped by the fact that he still had his digits inside.

Feeling a little more prepared this time, you brought your head up.

“Seonghwa.”

He lifted a brow at your call, followed by a wiggle of your hips.

“I want to do it again.”

His face relaxed into one of understanding immediately. He waited for you to get comfortable before starting to move his fingers at a steady pace. It took less time for the heat to start building back up, making your mouth part to let consistent moans out again. The sensation built up faster than before, assisted by the suggestive words Seonghwa would throw in in between. When that urge hit again, you didn’t hesitate to speak.

“H-Hwa, I’m gonna—“

Seonghwa’s jaw tightened at your warning, clearly ready to bring you to that high point again. But rather than let you lay back like before, his other hand shot up behind your neck, cupping it with a firm grip. You were lost about his intentions until he lifted, enough to have you looking down and getting an eyeful of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt.

Just the sight alone pushed you even closer to the edge.

“Watch yourself make a mess, Y/N.”

And your friend’s harsh words tossed you over that cliff in no time.

You moaned loudly, making sure to keep your eyes peeled despite the urge to close them again. You’re able to push a little harder this time, getting a clear view of the small stream coming out between your legs.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby—”

Your head was unable to throw back at the pleasure coursing through your body, thanks to Seonghwa’s hold. The control he had on you was unexpected yet thrilling. You somehow managed to watch his face now, your gut flipping at the way he fixated on what was happening below. His thick brows were knitted and his lips pursed in concentration while he continued to drive his fingers back and forth.

But then he glanced up at your face, directing that heat onto you with little shame.

“Good girl. Let it all out.”

Thank God he decided to let your neck go then, because his praise made whatever control you had on yourself disappear, causing you to splay out on the bed. All you could do was lay back and let him continue to work you over and over again.

At one point, you could feel his fingers slip out and cover you, rubbing back and forth to make your mess spread out. Had this been earlier, you would have been embarrassed at the way it was getting everywhere, but the fog of the strong orgasms erased your worries. Only when one of your hands flew down to grab his wrist did Seonghwa stop, leaving you to deal with the aftershocks.

Holy fuck, your thighs could not stop shaking. And you could feel every muscle below your waist twitching.

Once a sense of relief washed over you, your fingers unwrapped from Seonghwa before your arms laid next to your head. You panted harshly as you tried to get your bearings and calm your lower half (you came this close to kicking your friend in the leg). His warm hand came up and rested on your hip, rubbing with care as he soothed you with words.

“That’s it, Y/N. You did well.”

You lulled into a sense of security, eyes lidding until your lashes brushed against each other. The temptation to drift off into sleep was incredibly strong right—

“Here.”

But then one of the water bottles appeared in front of your face, making you realize how thirsty you were all of a sudden. You gave Seonghwa a raspy ‘thank you’ before taking it, sitting up and wasting no time in drinking.

“Trust me, you’ll need it if you want to keep going.”

You chuckled around your bottle, bringing it down once you were halfway finished.

“I appreciate it, the last thing I want is dehydration.”

Your friend grinned in humor, taking a moment before questioning, “How are you feeling right now?”

An answer didn’t come right away because there were too many. But for now—

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”

Seonghwa laughed, the hand still on your thigh giving a gentle squeeze. “I created a monster, didn’t I?”

“Hey, you’re the one who offered to show me. If anything, you have to take responsibility.”

“Don’t worry, I will…once you’re back in order.”

You batted pathetically at his quip, only to rest your hand on your stomach as you continued to relax. The typical post-orgasm bliss crept up, although you ignored the desire to take a nap. Especially once you noticed the state your friend was left in.

The dim light gave you a clear view of how he strained against the fabric of his sweats, washing you over with a sense of pride.

“That seems like a problem.”

Seonghwa followed your stare, only to chuckle modestly and scratch the back of his neck.

“I’ll be fine.”

Your brow furrowed at his avoidance. “You sure?”

He was quick to shoot you a grin.

“Positive. This isn’t about me, remember?”

Oh Seonghwa. Sweet, considerate Seonghwa whose actions carried over to the bedroom as well. He probably thought you were only offering out of accountability, not knowing that it was far from that. You wanted to make him feel something tonight.

“I know, but—” You propped yourself up on your elbows. “—are you not interested?”

A wary glance. “…in?”

Time to let it out.

“In me…touching you.”

As you predicted, your friend was caught off-guard, surprise on his gorgeous face. He looked away a couple of times before he could finally meet your eyes. You nearly missed him whispering lowly, “I wouldn’t say that.”

A giddiness overtook at his answer. It gave you the nerve to say something you never imagined would leave the comfort of your mind.

“Would it be bad if I admit I want to suck you off?”

The way Seonghwa jolted visibly and hitched his breath at your blunt remark was a clear enough response.

“Y/N…”

“What? It gets me going. Besides, I want to at least give you something for making me feel so good.”

You weren’t given a verbal answer for a while, Seonghwa poking his tongue in his cheek while looking at you with contemplation.

“Are you sure?”

His question was met with a cheeky smile and a nod from you. They eased his expression into something more agreeable.

“Okay. Where do you want me?”

You sat up and scooted over, moving the towel’s wet portion before pointing at your previous spot.

“Lay down.”

Seonghwa was quick to follow your order, head resting on the pillows as he watched you reach for the last bits of fabric that was holding him back from being bare. Your fingers curled under the elastic of his pants and underwear and with a glance up and a lift of his narrow hips, you began sliding the waistbands down to reveal the effects of what had been going on.

Just the sight of his flushed and stiff cock had you letting out a low yet audible ‘fuck’, ripping his clothing off his long legs before taking your spot between them. Leaning your head in towards him, you were halted when one of his hands landed and gave the back of your neck a gentle grasp. Your eyes darted up to see him shake his head.

“Sit over here.”

Seonghwa patted the space to the left of his torso, prompting you to crawl back over him to follow his instructions. You kept your legs folded underneath your body, only to feel his hand cup your ass before lifting so you were on your knees now. As if he could hear your questioning thoughts, he muttered, “I want to keep touching you.”

All it took was his fingertips brushing your inner thighs before you leaned back down to get to work. Because of the angle, you had to wrap your fingers around him in order to reach with your mouth. Channeling all of the late night thoughts you’ve had about Seonghwa, you slipped your tongue out to run along his cock, soaking in the low groan heard from above. Turning your head, you peered at him.

“Good?”

Seonghwa blew out a short breath as he nodded, grunting, “Yes…keep going.”

Feeling more confident thanks to that, you did as he wished, making sure not to miss an inch of him. Up and down strokes turned into swirls and flicks, especially whenever you were near his tip (the sound he made from being in that area had you squirming). As soon as you heard your friend quietly begging for more, you parted your lips and began sinking down, the hand still gripping your ass digging in with a fierceness that made you jump.

“Shit, Y/N.”

But you didn’t let that deter you, stopping just when he was about to hit the back of your mouth before beginning to bob. You earned more of those beautiful noises from Seonghwa, along with fingers seeking out your soaked core, stroking and rubbing to have you vibrating around his dick with moans.

“You’re so fucking good with your mouth, baby—“

All of a sudden, you found your hands unable to stay still. Your right one slid onto his stomach, feeling the way his abdominals would tense and loosen constantly. The left one went down to his thighs, carefully running your nails along the muscled expanse. At one point, you got daring and crept up to graze his balls, earning a sudden thrust that made you gag for a second.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry.”

Seonghwa’s apology was swift yet gruff, the pleasure you were giving him obscuring any gentleness behind it. You didn’t mind, shooting him a glance and a thumbs up to signal that you were okay. As soon as you felt his hips relax and a careful pat on your bottom, you continued. His reactions to both your hands and mouth working him up were less sudden yet consistent, groans and hisses more audible than the soft music playing in the background.

When you started to feel him twitch more often and hear his breathing become erratic, you had to ask yourself where you were going to go with this. He accomplished his main goal already (multiple times), so it was only natural to finish him off before going your separate ways.

…right?

Honestly, you didn’t want to stop here.

It was incredibly dangerous to admit it, but you’ve already come this far with Seonghwa. What was the harm in taking this to the highest level? That is, if he was on the same page as you…

Carefully pulling off of him, you felt a pang of guilt at the low whine he gave from the loss of your mouth.

“Hwa.”

You could see his throat bob for a moment before he brought his head up, bangs clinging to his forehead as he looked down at you with nothing but heat.

“Y-Yes?”

Sitting up, you wiped the spit off your chin as you worked up the nerve to air out your want.

“Would you mind if…uh…”

Seonghwa tilted his head as he waited for you to continue.

“If?”

A deep breath. “If we…kept going.”

He processed your implication for a bit, his dark brown eyes widening when it clicked. His mouth parted into an ‘o’ as he forced himself to sit up.

“Y/N…we don’t have to go all the way. We can stop here.”

You couldn’t help but deflate a little at his answer, wondering if he wasn’t as interested in taking this further as you were.

“O-Oh. Do you not want to…?”

Your disappointment was prevalent in your voice, causing Seonghwa’s hands to wave in appeasement.

“No no no, that’s not it at all! I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”

Obligated? Obligated?

“Seonghwa.”

Your friend straightened up at your impassive call of his name.

“There’s no obligation if I really want to sit on your dick, now is there?”

His mouth dropped, opening and closing before he admitted sheepishly, “No…there isn’t.”

A smile graced your lips as you patted his leg.

“All I need to know is if we’re on the same page.”

Seonghwa sobered up at your remark, chewing on his lower lip as he seemed to debate his answer. His eyes went to the hand on his thigh for what felt like a while. Finally, he looked back up at your face, meeting your gaze with a conviction that wasn’t there before.

“We are.”

To say your heart did a somersault would be an understatement.

“So…you want to keep going?”

He nodded firmly. “I do.”

You couldn’t help but want to egg him on, to make sure this was something he completely wanted.

“How bad?”

What you got was Seonghwa adopting an expression that you were becoming familiar with today as he took a hold of your chin, pulling you close to his face before husking, “How bad? I don’t want you to leave this bed until I have you squirting and screaming on my cock, that’s how bad.”

Fuck. This was what you got for poking the bear. Now you were rendered speechless and even more needy than before. Your reaction brought a devious smirk to his lips.

“Does that answer your question?”

You were only capable of nodding and leaning in to say, “It sure does.”

It was unclear who started it first, but the two of you ended up in a passionate kiss, hands roaming each other’s bodies in the meantime. Only when you were desperate for air did it break, Seonghwa giving your waist a squeeze before getting up to stand next to the bed.

“Lay down, Y/N.”

You quickly followed directions, spreading the towel back out to be safe and laying on your back like earlier. He grabbed one of the pillows next to your head and motioned you to lift your hips, placing it underneath to have them at a slight angle. You welcomed the extra cushion, watching as he turned and went into his nightstand to search for what you assumed were his condoms. But he didn’t produce them right away, frowning slightly when he continued to rummage around in confusion.

You appreciated his caution, but…

“We don’t have to use that.��

Seonghwa paused, giving you a dumbfounded look.

“What…? Y/N.”

The skepticism in his tone forced you to meet his wary stare with a serious one.

“Really, Seonghwa, it’s fine. I’m clean and on the pill.”

“You are? Well…I’m safe too, I haven’t been with anyone for a while now.”

That was all you needed. Reaching out, you gave his hand a careful tug.

“Then get back in this bed so you can fuck me.”

Your direct words made him swear under his breath before climbing on and over you, slotting himself between your legs as you spread them. You brought your hands up to rest on his lower back, wanting to be as close as possible. Seonghwa reached down to take a hold of his cock and line himself up with your opening. When you felt him run his tip along your sensitive skin, you hissed and bucked your hips.

“Please…”

Biting his lip, he started entering. Your immediate reaction to the intrusion was hitched breathing and a slight dig of your nails. You must have had the dumbest look on your face right now, but Seonghwa had an equally dense expression as he slid into you. Only when he was mostly sheathed did you attempt to regain composure.

“You okay?”

Seonghwa’s raspy voice gave a small boost to your ego as it was clear he was struggling to acclimate to the sensation as well.

“Peachy. You?”

He laughed shortly at your strained pep. “Just try not to move for a bit, okay?”

You let out a giggle, bringing a finger up to tap his nose.

“Yes sir.”

After the light twitch you felt him give inside, you both laid still to adjust. Something about laying in Seonghwa’s bed together with nothing but the sounds of sensual music and your breathing combined made an odd warmth build in your chest. The lips that came down to plant tiny kisses all over your jaw and neck didn’t help stifle that feeling.

Soon enough, you were ready to move on.

“You good, Hwa?”

Your friend brought his head up, looking less apprehensive than before, a heat in his dark eyes.

“Yes. You?”

A nod was all that was needed.

“How do you want it?”

Honestly? At this point, you didn’t have a preference. You just wanted to experience more of your friend’s magic touch.

With your knees pressing closer to him, you breathed, “However you like.”

Seonghwa reacted to your offer with another twitch and a clench of his jaw. Giving you a look as if to say ‘you asked for it’, he balanced himself on his elbows before pulling his hips back, quickly replacing himself with a sharp exhale. The act had you making a sound of your own as well, only becoming louder when he sunk in again.

“Seonghwa—”

His dark eyes flickered up to yours.

“Good?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Lips quirking, he continued, building up a rhythm that started sending waves of gratification throughout your body. You were glad he kept the tempo moderate, testing what made you moan and tighten your legs around him. The pillow sitting underneath you did wonders as well, allowing him to reach areas that would’ve been more difficult without it. The way he cants his hips up has you searching for breath as he was getting closer and closer to stroking against that sweet spot, having you crying out all of a sudden when he finally pressed into it.

“Fuck—”

A throaty hum sounded above you before Seonghwa responded, “You like that, baby?”

Would you ever get used to him calling you that? Probably not, as an unmistakable tremble ran through you.

“Yes, Hwa…keep doing that.”

Seonghwa was quick to honor your wish, pumping in a way that had an unmistakably lewd sound echoing from between your hips. Fuck, when’s the last time you got this wet? You didn’t have any opportunity to think further as you began to hear heavy whispers all of a sudden.

“You’re even more gorgeous like this.”

“God, Y/N— Feel so fucking good!”

“You take me so well—”

Your head was spinning with all of the stimulation and you needed an outlet for the ball of energy building up inside you, so you grabbed onto the back of his neck to tug him down into a fiery kiss. Tongues were quick to seek each other out and tangle as Seonghwa kept fucking you thoroughly. Before you could realize, the same pressure from when he was fingering you made a comeback, slowly increasing until it was becoming too much.

You tried to pull away to warn your friend, only for him to keep capturing your mouth with his. The need coming from him was adorable, but you had to let him know. When you managed to part without him diving in immediately, you swiftly muttered ‘gonna come’, hoping he heard. But when the feeling hit your breaking point and your nails scraped his skin, he still wouldn’t let up.

Just as your orgasm was about to take you over, you frantically placed one of your hands between your sweat-soaked stomachs. A push to his lower abdomen forced Seonghwa to pull out, making you spray your come all over his cock with a sharp cry. The quivers immediately take over afterward, your eyes squeezing shut as you do your best to calm your muscles down, missing the way the man above you gaped down with shock.

He had gotten so caught up in you that the sudden withdrawal caught him off-guard. Everything started sinking in the longer he stared.

You just squirted on him.

Something about watching drops of your come roll off his cock makes him go a little crazy. He’s quick to grasp himself and slide back into you, his thrusts returning with a hint of urgency. Having him stimulating your still pulsating walls pulled sharp cries from your agape mouth, fingers digging into his back muscles.

“S-Seonghwa, shit—”

“Look at you—“ A nip to your bottom lip. “—said you couldn’t do it and now you’re just gushing everywhere.”

Oh…well, he did have a point. But you simply huffed and wrapped your legs tighter around his slender waist.

“More. Go harder.”

A guttural curse left Seonghwa, who quickly did as you asked, resulting in you gripping onto his shoulders now and becoming more vocal.

“Yes yes, fuck me just like that—“

He shook his head at your encouragement, rasping, “Who would have imagined that my lovely friend would have such a filthy mouth?”

You couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. “It happens when I get fucked well.”

And fucked well, indeed. Seonghwa kept up the pace that was making your body sing, taking the opportunity every once in a while to seize your lips into a searing kiss. You appreciated the continued thoroughness from him, meeting him with the same energy by occasionally rolling your hips up or keening your praise. The words out of your agape mouth were only halted when you felt his hand slip between your bodies to give your throbbing bud a calculated swipe or two.

“Hwa—“

Something about the way you say his name makes his hand pull away all of a sudden. But your whine of withdrawal was interrupted when you felt the Earth spinning, finding yourself perched on his lap now. The change of position had you blinking owlishly.

That and the fact that the towel he had spread out had gotten awkwardly tangled between your legs.

“Hwa, the—”

Yet he was quick to remedy it by snatching the terrycloth and tossing it to the side.

“Fuck it, that’s what the laundromat is for.”

Your hand came up to cover the giggle that wanted to escape, humored by Seonghwa’s sudden one-eighty concerning his bedding. Although your giddiness died down swiftly once you got a good look at his appearance.

You know for a fact that your brain, even at its most creative point, would never have been able to conjure a sight as breathtaking as this.

Seonghwa flushed in multiple areas, sun-kissed skin glistening in the lamp light with sweat and chest heaving as he looked up at you like a man starved. All because of you.

This was an achievement that you’d be proud of for a long time.

“Feeling good?”

There was a slight delay to his response as he blinked.

“I…of course.”

You delivered a satisfied grin.

“Good. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

The man underneath you merely laughed and shook his head, seeing your statement as silly.

“Saying yes to me was more than enough, sweetheart.”

As if he couldn’t leave you even more sheepish, he took one of your hands and planted his lips on the back of it. The intimate touch cooled down your burst of confidence, melting into modesty now. You only loosened your hand to reach up and brush back the inky strands plastered to his forehead.

“It’s my pleasure. Seeing you like this is something that I never thought I needed.”

Seonghwa’s mouth dropped in awe at your admission and you swore you saw his cheeks become redder.

“Y/N…”

Before you could lose your stride, you leaned down, hovering above his face as you whispered, “Tell me how I can keep it up.”

What you got next was a firm grip on your hips and a low growl.

“Ride me.”

And so you do.

You hold onto the headboard and Seonghwa’s shoulder before giving him the ride of his life. You experiment with different angles, planting your feet and leaning forward at one point or using your knees to swivel your hips quickly. Whatever would make the man underneath curse or dig his fingers into your damp skin.

“So fucking good, Y/N—“

Sinking down on his cock continuously wasn’t enough after a certain point. Between the sounds of your skin clapping against his, you croaked out, “Touch me, please— Oh fuck—“

Seonghwa wasted no time in fulfilling your wish, hands roaming everywhere on your body. From cupping your bouncing breasts to pinching your stiff nipples to grabbing your ass, he made sure to be as thorough as possible. Only when he decided to start circling your clit did your rhythm falter, your upper half bowing forward.

“Oh my— Fuck, Seonghwa!”

The gravelly chuckle he let out should have been illegal. “Like that, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes— Don’t stop.”

And so he continued stimulating you to the point that your head was starting to spin from pleasure overload. Before you realized it, you were starting to squeeze him often, the beginnings of yet another orgasm about to wash over you. You were too occupied in making all sorts of noises with your mouth to give your friend a heads up, though he didn’t seem to need it as he called you out all of a sudden.

“You keep getting tight on me—” Seonghwa’s free hand reached around to give your bottom a smack that caught you by surprise. “—go on, Y/N. Make a mess on my cock.”

Was it what he said or the spank that triggered you? There was no point in stewing over it as either one was responsible for pushing you over the edge, a whine coming out as your body stilled and shook above him.

“There you go…that’s my girl.”

Somehow you were able to hear his praise, making your stomach flip even harder than it already was. When your tremors died down, you rested your forehead on his afterward, hoping he didn’t mind being used for support. The gentle rubbing on your hips that came eased your worries. Once you got your bearings, you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down, not at all surprised to see the mess you left on his lower stomach.

You laughed airily, “I’m just ruining your sheets.”

Seonghwa merely hummed with a lack of offense, giving you a light pat.

“It’s worth it.”

He leaned up to steal another kiss from you, gentler compared to the most recent ones. But during the lip lock, you could feel weariness take over, making you blow out a breath after breaking the contact.

“Fuck, I’m exhausted all of a sudden.”

Your friend frowned at your words, reaching up and brushing some hair out of your face. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Mhm. Just give me a minute or two.”

Your body was quick to betray you, a yawn coming out immediately after. It didn’t help that Seonghwa laughed.

“I don’t know, Y/N, you look like you’re ready for bed.”

“Ugh, I’m not! Besides, you haven't come yet, I can’t leave you hanging like that.”

Seonghwa was quick to raise a brow, looking a little more strict now.

“So? Really, if you can’t take anymore, we can stop. I’ll just take care of myself.”

You appreciated his concern, but you just weren’t having it. This was going to end with a bang. The only way to make him understand was to hold his handsome face between your hands and give him a relentless stare.

“Seonghwa, I can keep going, I promise. I’m doing this all because I want to and this is no exception. As long as you don’t mind doing most of the work for me?“

As much as he fussed over you at times, you had to alleviate his concern so he wouldn’t worry his head off completely. Now was one of those instances and the longer you kept eye contact, the more he seemed to become at ease.

“Okay.”

The sweet smile you gave him erased whatever lingered, his lips curling softly. He leaned up to give you a peck, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist. With a heads up, he maneuvered you onto your back, making sure to keep himself housed inside. To your surprise, Seonghwa didn’t begin moving immediately. Thinking he needed some encouragement, you linked your legs around his hips and gave a light tug.

A sharp inhale was all you received before he returned to thrusting again.

It became clear to you a short while in that he held off due to being closer than you realized. His breathing was more uneven and his kisses became borderline desperate, only making your stomach flip in delight at seeing this man in such a state.

“Y/N, I’m—”

Seonghwa’s sudden rasp caught you off-guard, noticing how his brows knitted together and he struggled to keep himself composed. To see that he was the one getting beaten with pleasure now had you wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

With a deceptively curious expression, you ran your nails up and down his sweat-soaked back before leaning into his ear to whisper, “Gonna come for me, Hwa?”

A thrill ran down your spine at the shudder you felt him give as he nodded quickly. Out of nowhere, a sinful idea came into your head. What you were about to say was so out of pocket, even for your usual bedroom talk, but Seonghwa just seemed to bring the worst out of you today.

And so you licked your lips and decided to husk, “Come inside me.”

You could hear your friend let out an audible gasp, hips stuttering in complete bewilderment. You were concerned that you had taken it too far, as you didn’t hear him respond for a moment. But then his forehead landed on yours and he locked his blazing irises with your own, looking borderline feral. His thrusts also took their speed up a notch, making you whine at the increase in friction.

“I’m going to fill this pussy up, make it even wetter—”

His growl made you tremble for a second, but you remained steady otherwise.

“Like you’ve always wanted to do?”

Your question made Seonghwa stare at you for a bit, broken by a throaty chuckle as he leaned in to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

“You have no fucking idea, Y/N—“

With a nip to the skin, there were no more words exchanged as your bodies continued working together in tandem. You had to admit; there was a part of you that didn’t want this to end. You could honestly stay in this room and this bed with Seonghwa a little longer.

Just the two of you, indulging in each other.

But your unrealistic wish was broken when you felt him stiffen suddenly, letting out a heated groan as you felt him shake above you. The strong twitching of his cock against your walls was quickly followed by a warmth that coated them. Feeling him spill inside gave you the mildest of orgasms, manifesting in the most minuscule of tremors in your lower body. You couldn’t help but let your own come out a bit at the sensation, biting your lip at the way Seonghwa groaned from the feeling.

Once he finally calmed down, he carefully slid out to roll off of you and onto his back, leaving the littlest of spaces between your bodies. Your eyes remained on him as he caught his breath, looking over his disheveled appearance with wonder.

His lightly tanned skin reddened and shining with exertion. Eyelids shut. Chest rising and falling quickly. And yet, he still looked as stunning as ever.

Not fair.

But you smiled anyways, realizing another privilege was checked off your list; seeing Park Seonghwa looking fucked out as all hell.

“All better now that you proved me wrong?”

He gave a weak laugh.

“Much better.”

Even exhaustion couldn’t dim down his sass.

You gave his side a playful swat in return, receiving a snicker. The laugh died down, leaving a comfortable silence paired with a song that you often had on repeat. You were going to give Seonghwa some room to recover, but the more you mulled over it, the more you wanted to have some type of contact with him again.

So you rolled onto your side and scooted closer, letting your leg brush against his faintly. The touch made his eyes open, head turning slowly to gaze at you. He watched you for a moment, only for a pleasant smile to come across his lips.

“Hello.”

You couldn’t hold back your grin.

“Hi.”

Seonghwa kept his eyes on yours, only to bite his lip after a bit, looking less sure than earlier.

“Thanks for…entertaining me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his sudden shyness. Where was the demon from before?

“My pleasure. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind doing this again with you.”

Your confession pulled rapid-fire blinking from your friend, his cheeks turning scarlet now.

“R-Really?”

“Mhm. Though you might want to get a mattress protector or something next time.”

Your suggestion eased his awe, laughing as he responded, “I will keep that in mind. Or we could try it at your place next?”

“And mess up my good sheets? No way!”

One of his brows raised. “And you think my sheets aren’t good?”

“I didn’t say that— Ugh.”

You went to give his chest a light swat, only to find its impact weaker than expected, thanks to the sudden wave of fatigue. The halfhearted attempt only made him giggle with mischief.

“Forget it, I’m too fucked out to argue with you, Hwa.”

Seonghwa laughed quietly, reaching out to pull you close and rest your head on his chest, making your heart skip.

“Then why don’t we just take it easy for a moment before cleaning up, hm?”

His offer was so tempting, although maybe you should get up right away. But the idea became enticing the longer you laid on him, melting into his warm touch.

Fuck it.

“Fine, but don’t let me fall asleep, okay?”

Not that you were completely against it.

Seonghwa hummed in understanding, the vibration felt against your cheek. Your eyelids lowered halfway, your body falling into a state of relaxation. Between the music, his steadying heartbeat and the breathing that slowly evened out, you could already guess that staying awake would have been impossible.

Before you could possibly doze off, you processed everything that had occurred since you stepped foot in this apartment today. Seonghwa had shown you a side that you never dreamed of seeing, only thought about while you were in the comfort of your own private space. And they were thoughts that you convinced yourself would never come true.

But here you were, naked in the same bed that you often sat on and watched your friend play Animal Crossing (paired with comments from you on how Tom Nook was the biggest crook).

The biggest thing that stuck with you was how Seonghwa seemed to want you just as much, shown in the way he took care of every one of your needs. His patience with figuring out what made you tick and making sure you were consistently comfortable was more than you expected. Should you have anticipated any less from him, though?

A pleasant ball of warmth started forming in your chest while the tiniest of smiles graced your lips.

No, you shouldn’t have.

©bangtanintotheroom, 2024. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

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liyawritesss · 8 months

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ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜰɪx ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪx ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ

Characters: Insomniac!!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: You were one of the many things Miles had neglected when he took up the mantle of Spiderman, not to mention the fiasco involving ROXXON and The Underground during what was supposed to be his winter break from school. He plans on changing that on New Year's Eve.

Warnings: Light cursing, this is game miles who is canonically seventeen so be mindful of that when reading! Honestly nothing else just a boy tryna fix his mistakes lmao.

A/N: I just finished the game and when I tell you this boy got all types of giddy, like he’s so precious (as is every other miles) and deserves the world bc WHY THEY DO HIM LIKE THAT !!! Anyway hope you enjoyyyyy!!!

Song Suggestions: “So Into You” by Tamia; "Running On My Mind" by Ali Gatie

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Miles would think that after spending much of November & December swinging through the many buildings of Harlem, that he’d be used to the biting cold that nipped at his skin through the material of his spider-suit. Feeling the piercing bite of snow and hail against his body that sting and melt upon contact was a reminder of just how much of his winter break wasn’t actually a ‘break’, what with everything that had happened during the holidays.

Yet, when he was walking through the entrance of Central Park, the fur of his hood guarding the sides of his neck against the breeze that ruffled the branches and the fairy lights that were strung through them, he thinks that, somehow, someway, it’s gotten colder than what he can take.

He could have chalked it up to the unpredictability of New York weather, or the cold air that comes from the water that the city is surrounded by, but the thunder in his chest and the clamminess of his hands tells him otherwise. Eyes dart between the many passers by, some he knows, others he doesn’t but still greets out of kindness, but he’s got his eyes trained for someone in particular. Someone who’s face he’s not sure if he’s ready to see, nor knows if they will even spare him a glance.

Miles walks further into the park, passing the many stalls open for a variety of winter time snacks and foods for people to enjoy - hot chocolate, fresh-made cookies, soft pretzels - anything warm and filling as people wait for the real attraction to begin. As appetizing as it all looks, his own anxiety prevents him from thinking too hard on buying something to chase away the aching cold that’s beginning to rest in his bones - partially from his own anxiety, partially from the actual cold that keeps the mounds of snow solid and glistening even under the artificial lighting.

He tries to remember the words of Ganke and the encouragement of his mother. ‘She was completely into you, dude,’ said the raven haired boy as he pushed his glasses up his face, ‘as long as you’re sincere about it, I doubt she’ll just give you the cold shoulder.’

That’s the same reason she should give me the cold shoulder! Miles thought, but never said to Ganke, because in truth, they both were thinking it.

‘You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t rip your head off, mijo,’ Rio sighed, though if Miles was honest, he’d rather have heard that than any sugarcoating from the older woman, ‘whatever you decide to do, one thing is very clear; you have to be okay with whatever decision she choses as well.’

It wasn’t like Miles intended on ghosting you, but with the responsibilities of his newfound role as Harlem’s Spiderman, paired with the fiasco that was ROXXON and The Underground (which, he still dealt with the remnants of - the glowstick army held absolutely no chill, and it left a lot of mess for Miles to clean up on a day to day basis), there were a lot of things he’d unintentionally neglected.

His homework was one thing - he could speed through it and ask Ganke for help; and if he pulled the best sob story he could muster, he’d even be able to garner an extra day or two.

Salvaging a talking stage would be much more difficult. Proposing a relationship (which he had planned to do before…well, everything) was near impossible.

Fog comes from his lips as Miles sighs into the air, scanning the surrounding area that he’d walked into. Hearing a familiar song play over a distant speaker, it gives him an idea of where to begin looking for you.

His feet turn and move before his head does, and ironically, such a movement causes for his body to collide into another - and for a moment, the aching chill in his chest is replaced with a burst of warmth as the person stumbles into him while attempting to regain their balance.

“Shoot- sorry!” Miles is quick to apologize, though any further words get stuck in his throat when he realizes who exactly has bumped into him.

Who could mistake the soft locks that adorned your head, cascading down your shoulders covered in your black jacket? Or the way your pretty eyelashes dance across your cheeks? Or those gorgeous eyes of yours that captivated him from the moment he saw you…

…which, as he begins to focus, Miles notices that they’ve shifted from shocked to disbelief. And not the good kind.

“Oh,” you murmur out, giving him a once over with little interest; but whether it was trained or genuine, he’d never know, “it’s just you.”

“Ouch,” Miles breathes, brows furrowing in hurt, “that hurts.”

“Good.” You huff, eyes scanning for a way out of the most awkward situation you could’ve found yourself in on what was supposed to be a memorable night out by yourself.

You try to escape, slipping past Miles’ side, brushing against his arm. Unfortunately, you don’t get far, when you feel the faint grip of his hand on your elbow, pulling you back. “Wait, (Y/N), can we just-”

“Wait?” The word leaves you in a scoff, and Miles knows that he’d chosen the wrong word to start off this encounter.

“I’m gettin’ real tired of that word- especially as it pertains to you.” you scoff, and it’s an especially hard jab into his chest that leaves a newfound sting that’s neither cold nor warm; just dull and painful.

“Really, really fucking tired, but y’know what?” He feels you spin around in his hold to face him, though now your words make him unable to look into your eyes as his hand falls, and your face twisted in frustration comes into view.

“I just happened to be such a nice person that gives people one too many chances they don’t deserve; so go ahead Miles,” you say, “go ahead and tell me what exactly I should be waiting for? What I have been waiting for?”

You had that effect on him - being able to render him speechless with little to no effort at all. It was one of many things that attracted him to you, and he’s reminded of that as he watches your hair fill with snowflakes and your eyes light up with a fire he’s never seen before.

“You’re angry-” Miles begins.

“I’m angry-” you scoff again, ready to turn and leave for the second time at his obvious observation.

“-you’re angry, and you should be; you have every right to be angry with me!” Miles tries to maintain a calm and collected composure as he speaks, though he can already feel his own frustrations influencing the evenness of his voice.

“You ghosted me, Miles.” You say, and the boy notes the way your expression shifts from vexation to hurt as you speak the words. “Two weeks, you ghosted me, and then you show up here and all you have to say for yourself is that ‘i have every right to be angry with you’?”

The brown skin boy winces at your cold words, his hand coming to wipe down the length of his face as he tries to formulate the right words to say to you, to somehow clear his name with you, and at least get you to not hate him. Because while he couldn’t tell you the truth - at least, not yet - perhaps his sincerity would justify his actions. He hopes it does, because this is possibly his only chance of ever reconciling with the girl he’d fallen for months ago.

“I know it looks bad,” Miles sighs, tugging his lip between his teeth as he speaks, “I know it looks real bad, but you have to believe me when I say I never meant for it to happen.”

There’s a plea in his eyes that begs for you to hear him out, to spare him a moment of your time like you first did when he called your name down the halls of Visions Academy to talk to you and compliment your Spiderman charm on your bookbag. You’re silent as that memory flashes before you, and Miles takes it as an opportunity to continue.

“I’ve been dealing with a lot,” Miles begins again, “and I’ve been taking on so much, much more than I could handle, and it’s been weighing me down a lot; and I know that none of that is a justification for why I never responded back to you, but I mean it when I say that I never, never, meant for it to happen.”

There’s a soft waver in his voice that you pick up on, which causes your brows to furrow. The air around the two of you shifts to something warmer; the lights begin to blur - perhaps it’s because of the tears that begin to prickle at the corners of your eyes. The emotions build at an overwhelming pace.

Miles sees this, and slowly takes a step forwards towards you. When you don’t pull back, he begins to speak again.

“I meant what I said,” he mutters, close enough to do so, “about liking you- I-I'm crazy about you, (Y/N).”

It’s now your eyes that find it hard to meet his, constantly darting between his hazel orbs and the fabric of his red sweater underneath his coat. Arms folded across your chest in a metaphorical attempt to guard your heart, oddly reminiscent of the same stance you took when Miles initially told you that he wanted to talk to you on a romantic level.

Miles purses his lips together in a tightly, before parting them once more, “I’ve lost a lot already, with everything that’s happened.” he hums, and when your darting eyes finally settle onto his own, his hands reach for your arms to pull you in closer, hands shaky and unsure, but guided by an unrivaled sense of determination. “I don’t wanna lose you, too.”

There’s a long moment of silence that befalls the both of you, and Miles wonders if he’s said something wrong, if he’s mentioned something he shouldn’t have. He can’t read you, face obscured by the way your soft locs fall across your face. Yet, you haven’t moved from his hold, and while he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, he can’t help but feel a bit of solace in that fact.

A suck of your teeth and a raise of your head makes his stomach jump as he awaits your response; your eyes hold a sense of irritation, but if Miles is correct, there was an inkling of something else in there…

“It don’t take that much to text someone, Miles,” You mutter out, voice low and strained against your own emotions.

“I know.” He answers. “I ain’t got nothin’ to help my case there.”

The breathless chuckles that leaves his lips in an attempt to ease the air garners him the smallest of smiles to tug at your lips, and for once in this entire engagement, his stomach loosens from the tight pull his anxiety had on it.

“And I know that it hurt you…” he says these words carefully, still well aware of the tight rope that he walks in regards to making amends, “but if you’re willing to give me another chance…I can promise to try.”

Your jaw clenches in thought, silence befalling the two of you once again. There was a part of you that was resistant to his insistence, a part that had suffered and wanted to refuse his advances in fear of being subjected to the possibility of it happening again. Yet, you made the choice to look up at him once again, and while you hate to admit it, the way the fairy lights dance in his eyes and shine against his skin is definitely clouding your judgment in the moment.

You suck your teeth again, an unamused expression donning your face as your arms drop from your chest and instead find their way onto his. The other hand that rested on your arm now travels to your waist - careful in his movements, aware that while you’ve dropped your guard and entered his space, Miles still has a lot of making up to do.

“I’ll think about it,” You hum, and it garners you a smile from him; that was practically code for I’ll unblock you, but you’re still in the doghouse.

“I’ll think about it while you buy me hot chocolate.”

“Yup, there it is.” Miles teases, lips spreading into a hearty chuckle.

“Uhuh, get to movin’, big steppa.” A gentle push on his chest has Miles turning in the direction of the nearest hot chocolate stand. You follow in tow as the clunking of his Timberlands echo against the ground, your own shoes creating a softer sound as they follow in tow.

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joshlmbrt · 5 months

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You’re All I Need, But We Are Running On Empty. (g. tillman x reader)

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; all hurt, no comfort, this will not have a second part - i am very sorry, based on ‘six months in the sun’ by aly & aj - please listen while reading! if you don’t like gator, then … gator is a warning. sort of follows the story line of fargo (ex; gators black eye) but gator is just vague, he does get angry and grabs r - beware.

【𝜗𝜚 an; i do not know where i was going with this, i just felt like doing something. this was gonna be a steve one shot but changed my mind hehe.

‘TAKE ME ON A SUNDAY DRIVE, ‘CAUSE IT DOESN’T HAPPEN ALL THE TIME.’

THERE WAS SOMETHING THAT was on your mind, something that was telling you that there was something bad about to happen.

You finally realized what it was on Sunday, November 1st.

The sound of an engine pulling up at 12 in the morning makes your heart pick up, eyes shooting towards the door as the headlights shine through.

You pick up the remote, turning the television off before standing from the couch, the red blanket around your shoulders dropping to your feet.

You slowly tip-toe towards the door, peeking out of the window.

The door shuts, making you flinch and there’s a distant sound of gravel under someone’s feet. There’s a knock at your door then and you can faintly see smoke bellowing out into the cold air.

You sigh a bit, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

“You scared-”

“Go put on some warm clothes,” He shuts the door behind himself before pointing towards your pajamas. Your brows pinch together. “We are going for a ride. Need to think a while.”

Your eyes finally land on the forming black eye. A small, surprised gasp falls from your lips as you step closer.

“Honey, what. . . what happened?” You lift your hands, your palms landing on the stubbly cheeks but he’s pulling away.

“I’m okay. Just go put on warmer clothes and let’s go.”

You frown, arms dropping to your sides. You do as he says and soon, you both are in the car, driving with no where in mind.

He passes by the diner and you see the beginning of the sun peeking out.

Your head slowly turns towards as he pulls down a road cutting off from the main road and towards a small lake you both went to during the summer.

“It’s too cold to swim, ya know?” You attempt to joke, a small teasing smile on your lips.

His eyes cut over towards you before he nods, looking away just as quickly.

You frown, unbuckling as you shuffle closer. You reach out, grabbing his hand in yours, the soft pad of your thumb running over his knuckles.

You let out a small sigh, leaning forward and pressing your lips close to his eye. His eyes close softly and his head hangs low.

Not fully pulling away, your forehead rests against his shoulder, hand scratching at the back of his head, his hat and red sunglasses on the dashboard.

You then rest your chin on his shoulder, tilting your head slightly. You smell the blueberry scent on his breath.

“You okay?” You whisper softly. You place another quick kiss against his cheek. He shakes his head.

His head hurt so bad from the tears he was holding back for so long. He didn’t want you to worry.

He didn’t want to cry. Men don’t cry.

“Hey,” You whisper, fingers stopping and making his chest shudder a bit. Your other hand leaves his, coming up to rest against his cheek. Your thumb now traces a line across his cheekbone. “You can talk to me, you know that, right?”

He pauses.

“Right?” Your chest hurts at the possibility that he thinks he can’t talk to you when he needs to.

But he nods and you’re relieved.

“Then what’s the matter? Maybe I can-”

“You can’t help with this.” His voice wavers. He was doing something for his father.

Something bad. Something awful. Something he didn’t want to do and was slowly realizing just how bad it was. Especially what happened on the 31st of October.

You frown, hand sliding down to his neck. “You don’t have to find the perfect words if that’s what you’re afraid of, you know?” Your fingers start back at the scratching at his scalp, a small strand of hair falls from the gelled look. “Just tell me what you’re feeling. I’m here to listen.”

His watery eyes stare into yours.

There’s a part of him that wants to spill it. Spill everything.

His feelings. What he’s doing for his father. The overwhelming weight of worrying for you.

Your thumb traces the tear that quickly slips from his eye, and the pressure in his head is suddenly gone and he’s turning his head in shame.

“Don’t hide from me,” You shake your head. “You don’t have too. I’m not going to-”

His lips are quick to stop your words, his rough fingertips finding your jaw. His thumb next to your mouth, pulling slightly.

You’re confused, but slowly melt into the kiss, hand holding the back of his head.

The kiss tastes like blueberry smoke, a sweet soda, earth shattering, and something you know you’re going to miss.

Because Gator Tillman is about to break your heart.

He pulls away slowly, resting his forehead on yours. Both hands finally land on your face, tracing any where he can touch. “I love you,” He whispers. Your eyes slowly open, staring up into his. “But I can’t be with you. Not right now.”

Your head pulls away from his quickly. “What?”

“I can’t be with you right now,” He repeats. “It’s too dangerous.”

Your brows pinches and you shake your head a bit. “Gator. . . Why-why are you doing this?”

“I already told you. It’s too dangerous.”

“You didn’t think that when we first started dating.”

“It’s different now,” He clears his throat. “My dad needs me.”

“He always needs you!” You pull your face away from his hands, pulling away from his body. “Always! You’re always doing his dirty work! You are! And what for?”

He opens his mouth, but you answer yourself and him. “Because you want his validation! Not because you want to do it! You want his validation so bad, you will do anything for him to praise you.”

He grips your wrist, moving closer. You cower into the door, face contouring in fear. The grip he had wasn’t painful by any means, but if he wanted to, he could easily make it painful. Physically painful.

“Don’t ever speak to me that way about my father again? Do you hear me?”

Your nose flares and body shakes, staring up at the boy whose face showed no emotion. Your eyes burn with tears.

“When does he take up for you?” You shake your head. Your eyes dart down at his hand gripping your arm before you look back up at him. “Take me home. Now. I don’t want to be in this car with you any longer.”

He blinks a couple of times, eyes darting down and quickly pulling his hand away from you. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-"

“Take. Me. Home,” Your voice is raw. “I want to go home.”

He gulps, nodding and he slips back towards his seat, starting up the car. You turn your body from him completely, right knee digging into the door.

His eyes keep darting towards your figure and to the road again and soon he’s pulling into your driveway.

You’re already unbuckling, a slow ding, ding, ding! going off. He puts the trunk into park and Roy’s voice is echoing in the silence of the truck.

You huff a humorless laugh, shaking your head, opening the door.

He’s quick to reach out and you send him a look when his fingers brush your arm.

He thinks better of touching you, but says, “I’ll still be here when you need me. That will never change.”

You nod, eyes glancing at the house. You sniff as you dip your head down, tear tripping onto your pants. “Can I go now? Or are you going to say more lies?”

He frowns, watching as it leaves a small dark spot. “You can go.”

You nod again, slipping out and slamming the car door and make your way towards the door.

He still watches and makes sure you enter safely before pulling out of the driveway.

‘JUST GIVE ME ONE SECOND LONGER, 'CAUSE, BABY, I’M TIRED OF COUNTING ON YOU.’

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 2 years

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Virago 36. Fry Her

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it.

Post Date: 09.23.2022

Word count: 3k

Based off: 03x11 “Nevermore”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

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You all head back to the cave to gather your stuff before heading back to Arkadia.

“I don’t understand it either. Something about those chips,” Monty says as you nod in agreement.

“We’ll know soon enough. Be ready,” Sinclair replies.

“O, wait. You can’t just leave,” Bellamy says as the two of you notice Octavia packing up.

“Watch me,” She replies.

“You heard what Jasper said on the radio. Arkadia is not safe,” Bellamy replies back.

“What Jasper said sounds insane. Pike’s gone. I can handle myself. Grounders burn their dead,” Octavia says.

“I know that. And then what? Where are you gonna go?” Bellamy says.

“You don’t get to ask me that,” Octavia snaps.

“What more do I have to do to prove that I am on your side?” Bellamy asks.

“Bring Lincoln back. Turning Pike in does not make you one of the good guys, Bellamy. You did that to save me. Not because what you thought Pike was doing to the Grounders was wrong. ” O responds.

“The Grounders were starving us out,” Bellamy states.

“Because you massacred an army that was sent to protect us,” You interrupt.

“That army could have attacked us at any time, and you both know that,” Bellamy says, turning his attention to you.

“But they didn’t attack. You did that,” You say.

“You were hurting, and you lashed out. Because that’s what you do. There are consequences, Bel. People get hurt. People die. Your people. Monroe’s dead. Lincoln is dead,” Octavia adds before walking away. Bellamy goes to follow O out of the cave, and you hear the noise of an approaching rover.

“They’re here,” You hear Miller say from outside the cave. You walk out of the cave and see Clarke get out of the rover.

“Need your help! We have to get her inside before she wakes up!” You hear Jasper yell and look to see him carrying Raven.

“Were you followed?” Bellamy asks.

“Maybe. I don’t know.,” Jasper responds.

“Get to the ridge. Radio if you spot anyone following. Harper will stay here on watch,” Miller says.

“Octavia, come one. We need you,” Clarke says as you all head into the cave.

“What the hell happened to her?” Sinclair asks.

“I told you on the radio, Raven is not Raven anymore. None of them are. Jaha has been chipping everyone,” Jasper explains.

“Jasper’s right. I’ve seen it with my own eyes,” Clarke confirms.

“I don’t need your help, all right?” Jasper snaps.

“Just take it easy and explain,” You say calmly.

“Jaha is using the chips to control everyone. You swallow it, and it changes you. You forget who you are, and then you see this thing, Alie. Only she’s not really there. She made Raven slit her own wrists. She was trying to get her out of her head. I was trying to help her but –,” Jasper explains.

“Okay, so let’s help her now. Did she say how?” Sinclair interrupts.

“She was working on building something. She needed one of her old wristbands, but Jaha destroyed all of them,” Jasper says.

“Wait a second,” Clarke says before pulling out a little item of some sort. “Does it look like this?” Clarke says.

“Not exactly,” Jasper says.

Suddenly, you notice Raven running away, and you all chase after her, “Don’t let her get away,” Clarke yells.

“It’s just woods. I can’t see anything,” Raven says as everyone goes to restrain her.

“If Raven finds out where we are, so will Alie. She’ll come for her,” Jasper says before sticking something in her neck.

“We have to go,” Clarke says.

“Why? Alie doesn’t know where we are,” Bellamy questions.

“Because I know where we can get a wristband,” Clarke says. You pack everything up and head to some outpost Clarke tells you about.

“I’ll talk to her,” Clarke says.

“I’ll go with you,” You say and get out of the rover.

“I thought you said she was a friend,” Octavia says after noticing the blade the woman is holding.

“We’ll handle it. Just stay here,” Clarke says.

“Skaikru is not welcome here, Wanheda,” The woman says as you approach.

“Niylah, what’s wrong?” Clarke asks the woman.

“She’s waking up. Hurry! Let’s get her inside,” You hear Sinclair.

“Is your father here?” Clarke asks.

“My father’s dead. Part of an army killed by your people while trying to protect you,” Niylah says.

“Niylah, please.” Clarke asks.

“I said no,” She responds.

“We haven’t got time for this. Move! Move!” Bellamy says, coming up with his gun ready. “Get her in there,” Bellamy says.

“I told you my mom was here. If she was chipped, Alie would know,” Monty states.

“That’s why we’re putting her in the back, through there,” Clarke says. “Tie her to the bed,” Clarke says, tossing you some rope.

Raven begins to struggle and takes off her blindfold, “Where the hell am I?” She yells.

“Hold her,” Sinclair says. As she struggles, you all begin to tie her to the bed. She punches you in the face as she fights everyone to find out where she is.

“Hold her hands! Fight it!” Bellamy says as you all are finally able to get her hands and feet restrained.

“Let me go!” She yells as you all watch her.

You walk out from the back with Clarke, Monty, and Sinclair to talk about a game plan. “How the hell do we get that thing out of her head?” You ask.

“Working on it,” Monty replies before Clarke talks to Niylah.

Bellamy walks back to you, “ You okay?” He asks, noticing you rub your face.

“Yeh. You?” You respond.

“Fine,” He responds.

You all file into a different room to figure out how Raven wanted to use the old wristband. “Niylah said we can work in here. So how do we do this?” Clarke says.

“We think Raven wanted to use this wristband to generate an EMP. Which is freakishly brilliant,” Sinclair explains as Monty inspects it.

“Meaning what?” Bellamy asks.

“A targeted electromagnetic pulse could destroy the chip’s circuitry. We could use this to send an EMP along Raven’s own nervous system. Just need to reverse the polarity, wire for external input, and attach a battery,” Sinclair further explains.

“But what would that do to her?” You ask.

“EMPs don’t affect our bodies. But I don’t know the mechanics of how this chip integrates with her brain,” Sinclair says.

“This was Raven’s plan. She wouldn’t do it if it was gonna destroy her brain,” Bellamy says.

“Depends how bad she wanted it out,” Octavia says, coming into the room.

“Regardless, without an electromagnet, this is just talk,” Sinclair says.

“Where do we get one?” You ask.

“The Ark. Every station had a pulsed inductive thruster for maneuvering,” Sinclair says.

“Arkadia’s out of the question. It’s too dangerous, you heard them,” Bellamy states.

“We use the dropship. It has PI thrusters just like the Ark,” Monty says.

“That’s good. Okay. I’ll go salvage the magnet,” Sinclair says.

“Uhh no. You should stay with Raven and figure out how this thing works. I’ll take the rover. Be back by the time you finish the device,” Monty says.

“I’ll go with you,” Octavia says.

“Guys!” You hear Jasper yell from the other room. You get into the room and see Raven trying to get her ties off and Jasper standing there and doing nothing.

“Stop her!” You urge.

“Jasper, get that side,” Bellamy says.

“She’s reopened her wounds. She’s gonna bleed to death. I need bandages.” Clarke says.

“Raven, stop fighting us,” You say as Clarke tries to clean up her wounds.

“Alie. Alie. Alie! Look at me. I know you can hear this. Why are you doing this to her? Let her go,” Jasper says.

“I’ll let her go when you give me what I want. The technology that Clarke carries, it belongs to me,” Raven says in a voice that's not hers.

“No way,” Clarke says.

“Clarke, just give it to her. Clarke!” Jasper says.

“If you let Raven die, you’ll never get it,” Clarke responds. All of a sudden, Raven stops struggling. “Untie her wrist. Hold her steady,” Clarke says and then works on fixing Raven’s shoulder.

“Clarke. She’s never gonna stop trying to get away. We can’t let her hurt herself again. Someone has to stay with her,” You state.

“I’ll be first watch. We’ll take turns,” Clarke says.

“You don't give the orders, Clarke,” Jasper erupts.

“Guess he doesn’t forgive you for murdering his girlfriend,” Raven says.

“Jasper, take a break,” You say before walking back into the front of the outpost.

“Hey, you good?” You hear Bellamy say from behind you.

“Just peachy,” You respond sarcastically. “You?”

“Could be better,” Bellamy says. “You sure you’re good?” He asks, rubbing where Raven punched you.

“Yeh. Just a little scratch,” You say and move his hand from your face.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way,” He says.

“Sorry? You massacred an army that wouldn’t have attacked if it weren’t for you and Pike. Maybe we could’ve avoided this chaos if you stopped him,” You say.

“I understand what I did was wrong, but –” Bellamy starts before you hear Clarke yelling from inside the tradepost. The both of you rush in and pull Clarke out of the room.

“I’ll take next watch,” You say and head into the room with Raven. “Don’t even think about it, Alie, “ You say, knowing that she’ll try to get into your head too. Bellamy and Jasper come in to join you a few moments later, taking the seats on the other side of the table.

“Look at your united front,” Raven says. “Tell me, why do you give Bellamy a pass for murdering your girlfriend? What was her name?” Raven asks.

“Don’t talk about Maya, “ Jasper says under his breath.

“You don’t have to listen to this,” You say.

“Let’s protect Jasper. Jasper’s so sensitive. Jasper’s lost someone. Everyone cater to his feelings. We’ve all lost someone. You don’t see us falling apart. You don’t see us getting wasted. Being useless,” Raven taunts.

“No, you took a pill to take your pain away. You gave up your memories,” Jasper responds.

“But then, why should we expect anything more? You used to get high off people’s medicine. Being a selfish loser was your only move,” Raven says.

“Stop,” Jasper says.

“That’s all we see when we look at you. A coward. A waste of breath. Why do you even bother living? You’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t save me. You can’t even save yourself. You couldn’t save whats-her name,” Raven continues.

“You know her name!” Jasper bursts out.

“Jasper, think. It’s not Raven talking. And you’re giving her what she wants. Go, “You say to Jasper. He thinks a little bit before walking out of the room, realizing you were right.

“And then there were two. The two that couldn’t even save their own parents. Did you know that you two shared that? That you both killed your own parents? You,” Raven taunts, turning her head towards you. “You killed all those guards and yet still failed at saving him. In fact, you killed both of your parents. Even after stealing all that medicine, your mom still didn’t survive her sickness,” Raven says.

“You don’t know me or have a right to speak about my life,” You say.

“And now, you’re trying to run away from that life, the life of a comfortable, privileged, little girl with parents on the Council. You have been ever since you were locked up. Making sure no one knew who you used to be. Pretending to be someone who didn’t have the privileges that you did,” Raven continues.

“What makes you think that?” I question.

“And you,” Raven says, turning her head to Bellamy. “Does it bother you that you don’t get any credit for the genocide at Mount Weather? Clarke gets to be the Commander of Death, but you murdered all these people, too, and you’re just forgotten. Then again…you didn’t get any credit for the culling on the Ark, either. How many people suffocated when you threw away my radio? You know, at least Clarke was saving her own people. You were just saving your own ass. Of course, that’s nothing… compared to killing your own mom. Just. Like. Y/N. You just had to take little sister to her first dance. You might as well have just shoved Aurora out the airlock yourself. Do you think she would be proud of you now? For the kind of leader, you’ve become? Or would she see the truth, like the rest of us do? That you're a follower. Clarke’s been back one day, and you’re already taking orders. Too bad you were never that devoted to Gina,” raven says.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bellamy says back.

“Don’t worry. Gina was already dead when mount weather blew up. And you avenged her, right? I mean, you picked up a gun and slaughtered an army that was sent to protect us. That had nothing to do with blowing sweet Gina to bits. But, hey, a grounders a grounder, right?” Raven says as Niylah enters the room.

“My father… you killed him,” Niylah says and slaps Bellamy.

“Niylah. Niylah. You can’t be in here,” Clarke says as she tries to drag her out.

“It’s too late. Raven’s already seen her. Alie knows we’re here,” jasper says, upset.

You follow Bellamy outside and watch as he kicks a barrel over. Knowing he’s upset. He starts to punch something, and you run towards him. “Bell, Bell. Hey,” You say, taking his hand into yours. “She’s getting into your head, trying to rile you up. Just like she’s done to the rest of us. You know what she said isn’t true,” You say.

“Yes, it is,” He responds.

“Look, yes. Some of the facts are right, but Alie. She doesn’t know the real you,” You say.

He sighs, “Are you ok? I mean the things–,” He starts.

“I’m fine,” You say as you hear a rover approach.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” He asks.

“I’m fine,” You say and kiss his cheek. Luckily it was Monty and Octavia.

“What happened?” You ask as Monty just walks past both of you. You all make it back to the room Ravenn is in as Sinclair starts to explain when needs to be done.

“All we have to do is connect her and activate the electromagnet,” Sinclair says. You all start to work on getting everything set up, but Raven struggles and then begins banging her head on the back of the bed.

“She’s trying to kill herself,” Bellamy realizes. You all struggle to restrain her, but it's no use.

“Stop, and I’ll give you this,” Clarke says as she holds up the Flame. Raven immediately stops, and you quickly grab the wristband and put it on Raven.

“No, you lied! You lied! No. No, please, don’t. The MEP will give me brain damage. You know it will. Please, don’t do this,” Raven pleads.

“Don’t listen to her,” Octavia says.

“Please. You know it will! Sinclair, stop! Sinclair, no. No!” Raven continues to plead.

“We’ve only got one shot at this. EMP will fry the wristband, too,” Sinclair says.

“Do it,” Bellamy says. Once everything was ready, Sinclair quickly works to start the EMP.

“What’s happening?” You ask as it seemed like nothing had happened.

“Nothing. We need more power. The battery’s not strong enough,” Sinclair says.

“Well, then get one, that is,” Clarke says.

“The rover,” Monty responds. Monty and Bellamy go to grab the battery from the rover and switch it out for the other battery. Sinclair activates the EMP, and Raven screams out in pain before her body finally relaxes.

“She’s breathing,” You say as you feel her pulse.

“Raven? Come on, Raven. Hey. Come on, wake up,” Clarke says, shaking her.

“What are you doing?” Clarke says as Jasper hastily moves to the other side of the room.

“Don’t move!,” He says, placing the box with the Flame in it on the table.

“No. You can’t. No. Give it back,” Clarke says.

“Alie did that to Raven. She’s never gonna get this!” Jasper says as he gets ready to smash the Flame.

“Don’t! Stop. it’s Lexa. part of her is still in there. I saw them cut it out of her head. I’m not…” Clarke says before stopping herself.

“What is it?” Bellamy asks.

“Both the AIs were made by the same person. Both tap into human consciousness. They must work similarly, right?” Clarke asks.

“Well, there’s probably only one pathway to consciousness, so it’s possible, yeah,” Sinclair says.

“What does this have to do with anything?” Octavia asks.

“I’ve seen an AI get removed before. Help me get her on her side,” Clarke says, and you all work to move Raven. “Get that med kit from my bag,” Clarke requests and cuts into the back of Raven’s neck. Soon enough, a gross goo comes out of her neck.

“What is that?” You ask.

“It must be whatever’s left of the chip,” Sinclair says. Soon enough, Raven starts to wake up.

“I never thought i’d be so happy to see someone in pain,” Octavia says, noticing how stiff Raven is from all of the pain she put herself in.

“I could’ve saved my mom,” Monty says. Making you realize that his mom had died when they went to the Dropship. He walks out of the room before anyone could say anything.

“Alie knows we're here. We gotta move,” Bellamy says, and you all begin to pack up.

You go to wrap some cloth around the hand that Bellamy injured, “You’ll recover,” You say.

“Will I?” He responds. “What do you do when you realize…you might not be the good guy?” He questions.

“Maybe there are no good guys,” You respond. You start to walk off to help load the rover, but Bellamy grabs your arm.

“Hey. Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t want to tal–” Bellamy says.

“We need to go,” You say, pushing him off and going to load the rover.

“Hey. there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why did Alie want you to kill yourself?” Clarke asks Raven.

“Because I know why she wants a second AI,” Raven says.

“Why?” Bellamy questions.

“It’s the only thing that can stop her,” Raven reveals.

“Then let’s stop her. We survive together,” Octavia says, and you all get into the rover.

A/N: Welcome back to the world of the 100. Sorry for the hiatus, and thanks for reading.

#The 100 #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 imagine #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagine #octavia blake #clarke griffin #monty green #raven reyes #jasper jordan #100virago

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aemondslefteyeball · 10 months

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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (8)

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[Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Death, gore, aftermath of animal attacks]

[Summary: Let's gather 'round the campfire and sing our campfire song. Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song!]

Word Count: 4.6K

Chapter 8

Small cursive lettering filled the pages of the journal, and intermittent doodles marked the page, words overflowing around all of it. A discordant look at your inner thoughts, Aemond mused.

Dear Dad,

I met my fiance today and he is the absolute fucking worst. You would have kicked his ass. I wasn’t expecting him to sweep me off my feet but the first fucking thing he did was shove a prenup in my face. Nice to meet you too, asshole.

He couldn’t have been that callous, could he? He had to have given you some form of acknowledgment. Was his first impression that bad? Aemond frowned as he skimmed over the pages, looking for mentions of his name until landing on the next passage.

Dear Dad,

Today has been the worst birthday I’ve ever had. Aemond started my day off by barging into my room at five in the goddamn morning to interrogate me about Sunspear. He apparently saw my post and demanded to know why I was spending “his” money taking vacations. He literally just stood there bitching until I walked into the bathroom. I don’t think it ever occurred to him that I have my own fucking money and my own means of travel. After that the Kazoo preacher was back on the subway screaming about 'the children', and if all that wasn’t enough fucking Jaydee didn’t put the boiling chip into the test tube and it blew up on my goddamn arm. I wanted to take Vaeryx for a quick flight but the wheels were too chewed up after my last landing. Your jacket doesn’t smell like you anymore. I really wish you were here.

Aemond swallowed suddenly. He didn’t even remember doing these things, but the pen marks dug into the page afterward. Another wave of guilt hit him at the realization that he didn’t know when your birthday even was. The journal hadn’t been dated, and he never asked.

Dad,

I got accepted for a summer workshop at Storm’s End Tech!!! If that isn’t exciting enough we’re studying bacteria at the thermal vents off the coast of Cape Wrath!!! Professor Webber really pulled through for me, she was saying that this will really help me when I apply for grad school. Do you remember the house we lived in when you were stationed at Qaehrys? The one with the big window that led onto the roof? I really miss laying there and looking at the constellations with you. I took your telescope out tonight and searched the moon until I found Vaegon’s Crater. Dr. Lee said that’s the most likely spot they’d put a base and it’s apparently less than a decade away. When it goes up I’m going to be there, and I’m bringing your telescope.

Wait, what? Aemond knew that you were a student, but he always assumed you were pursuing business or something. Guilt crashed over him at the realization he had never taken the time to ask you what you were studying. He had never taken the time to ask you anything about yourself, really. He never really had much interest in microbiology, but maybe you were like Helaena and her entomology. Beyond that, never in a million years would he have guessed that you were planning to become an astronaut. You? Did they even send microbiologists to space? Aemond sighed as he put the journal down. He told himself that he was doing this to get to know you better. To support you. But he felt like he knew even less than before and at the cost of your privacy.

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The trilling of insects was the only source of noise, save for the torch. A melancholy silence was cast over the circle surrounding the pyre. Aly held the torch, dried blood and tear tracks staining her face. Silent sobs started to erupt from her as the kindling beneath Sabitha’s feet sparked. She next lowered the torch towards her girlfriend’s knees, following it with her shoulders. Aly wiped globs of snot off her face with one hand, using the other to cast the torch into the burning base of the pyre. Tears fell as you squeezed Nettles’ shoulder. She turned her gaze towards you, her massive brown eyes brimmed with tears. Your gazes shifted back to Sabitha, and the sight of teeth peeking through her torn cheek. “Mother above,” Myri exclaimed, her gaze fixed on Sabitha’s twitching hand. “She’s alive.” Panicked looks shot out across the group. “She’s alive! She’s-”

Aly ran towards the pyre, repeated “No’s” being exclaimed as she wrenched Sab off the pyre by her belt loops. Sabitha fell with a heavy grunt, and Aly immediately set out to put out the flames that had cropped up on Sabitha’s jeans. The redhead just lay there, intermittent grunts and gurgles emerging. You lowered yourself to the ground as quickly as you were able, lifting her head so that Myri could rest a blanket under it. “I got you,” Aly whispered, grasping her girlfriend’s hand.

“Really?” Sabitha groaned, “Fire?” The gurgle couldn’t suppress the sarcasm in her tone. She let out the smallest chuckle she could manage. The rest of you were still too keyed up from adrenaline to do anything but pant and stare.

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Just one more, Aemond told himself. He stared at the journal ahead of him and pulled it back onto his lap. One more, and that was it. He would put the journal back and he would leave it this time. His fingers brushed over the indents in the page, smudges bleeding out to the right.

Dad!!

I think I met somebody recently.

Happy doodles filled the margins of the journal, little flowers crammed into each individual corner.

She’s in my lab. She’s Westerosi, but I think you would really like her. R’hllor, what do I even say? She’s so fucking smart, Dad. She’s kind of shy but it’s actually really adorable. She’s just… a ray of sunshine. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say something mean about anybody else. Just really, really uplifting. Gods, it feels so good getting on the train knowing I’ll see her dorking out over S. aureus with that adorable ass grin on her face. I don’t know if her being so different from Aemond is what makes me like her, but it’s such a breath of fresh air.

Aemond stopped reading the entry after the last mention of his name. While his stomach turned at your Hallmark-worthy descriptions of Emerson, he was grateful it provided a natural stopping point for him. He felt a small pang of pity. Here you had written a dissertation about how much you liked her, only to have it repaid with a whole two months of devotion. No more. Aemond put the journal back into the nightstand and shut the door behind him.

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Your teeth grit as your foot hits the ground. Rhaena shot you a comforting smile, and you responded with a brief one before putting one foot in front of the other. Sabitha grunted from behind you, leaning against Aly. The two of you paused for a moment so the pair could catch up to you. “When we get back we’re gonna need clean water and thread to stitch them up.” Aly nodded while you shifted your weight onto your left leg.

“Leave me.” Blood was soaking through the bandage Rhaena had wrapped around Sabitha’s face, her voice coming out muffled. Between that, and the eerie sound of her sucking air in through the hole in her face it was a wonder anybody could understand her.

“Sab, stop it.”

“It’s-” Sabitha’s head lolled into Aly’s cheek, her auburn hair stiff with dried blood. “Not… Safe.”

“Don’t say that! We’re almost there!” Aly looked like she was about to start crying again, her powder blue jacket darkened with brown stains.

“Let them go,” Sabitha said, one hand coming up to weakly clutch at the vertebra around her neck. “Let them go.” She turned her gaze towards the rest of you then, grunting quietly before Aly acquiesced.

“Go back to the cabin as fast as you can.” She turned towards you, Nettles, Rhaena, and Myrielle. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but you had kept a decent pace so far. Thankfully it seemed like the wolf didn’t fuck up your muscles. There was still a mottled wreck beneath the cloth bandages, but it was superficial. It would heal. You would be fine.

“Aly?” Nettles whispered, worry furrowing her brow.

“Go.” Aly ordered.

The four of you got back to the cabin after what felt like an entire day, pain slicing through you with each step you took. For your part, all you could really do was be grateful that you could walk. This godsforsaken place put a lot of things into perspective. The four of you finally stumbled onto the porch, as panicked gazes took in the massive bloodied bandage on your thigh. “By the seven.” Sara got up off the porch as you moved to sit. “What happened?” Looking around the group, the blonde’s eyebrows wrinkled. “Where are Aly and Sabitha?”

“She… she told us to leave them.” Rhaena panted out. Floris took her hand and Baela scrambled to your side, tears brimming in her eyes.

“We were attacked by wolves.” But with how big they were, they might just be direwolves. Who knows, maybe a snark would cuntpunt you next. Anything was possible in this shit-ass forest. Fuck this country. Barba rushed out of the cabin, her icy eyes widening in panic. A hand clapped over her mouth as she looked at you, her jaw trembling for a moment. Gathering herself, she grabbed Rhaena by the arms. “Show us where to go.”

You grunted as the hot needle punched through your skin. Exposed to the open air was a horrifying sight. The flesh of your right thigh was mottled with black bruises, puncture marks on multiple spots. The cherry on top of it was the massive chunk of skin that had been wrenched from your leg when you kicked the wolf off you. Clenching your jaw, you hummed through your grit teeth. Seasick Sarah, had a golden nose. Hobnail boots, wrapped around her toes. The needle pierced through each layer of gored skin, fiery pain erupting as it happened. The parts of the wound that could be sewn up were. The chunk of skin that had been torn off could not be sewn shut. So as of right now, you were biting down on Floris’s belt, preparing for Nettles to press the heated knife onto your wound. You looked away, staring off into the darkness outside the window. The first burn lasted for a few seconds, and you bit into the belt hard enough that your jaw ached. After that, the next session started. You started to feel hazy about what seemed to be halfway through, and when she was done you were drifting in and out of consciousness. Sara sat at your side, stroking your hand. You pulled the blanket up more tightly over yourself, shivers wracking you. “You hanging in there?” She questioned, her tone soft. “Need another blanket?” You nodded abruptly.

“I thought it’d be warmer.” You murmured as her face drifted in and out of your field of vision. Her silvery hair flickered in the light, darkened roots showing at the crown of her head. When she placed the blanket over you, you curled into it. Turning away from her, you sank into the warmth of the cot and the blackness of sleep.

Muffled screams roused you, and you turned to the source of the noise. Disorientation clouded your mind until you caught sight of Sabitha lying on the table. The same hooked needle that went into your thigh was currently being plunged into her face. Baela’s expression wavered as she held Sabitha down. Please pass out. Sabitha continued to writhe in pain, thrashing against Baela. Please just let her pass out. Muffled shouts echoed through the cabin, and you found yourself covering your ears. Barba stared at Sabitha, a conflicted expression on her face as she grasped the weirwood pendant around her neck.

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Aegon sat across the table from Aemond, one arm on the back of the booth and the other dipping a fry into ketchup. He ate that, chewing for a moment while grabbing the massive, greasy burger and dunking that into the pile of ketchup afterward. Aemond held back the urge to physically cringe. His brother’s disgusting eating habits had always irritated him, and Aegon weaponized that. “So.” Half-chewed burger rolled around in Aegon’s mouth, and Aemond clenched his fist under the table for five counts before releasing it. “Moat Cailin?” He grinned, taking another slobbering bite of the dripping burger.

Aemond rolled his eyes. He cut into his chicken vesuvius carefully, picking up a piece of chicken and potato before properly chewing it, placing his silverware down, and staring Aegon in the eye while doing so. When he finished chewing he finally spoke. “I’m going out on one of the search rafts.” He said flatly, cutting another piece of chicken. “Maybe you should come.” A pointed stare was shot Aegon’s way, and he shrank back at the retort. It was no secret that he moved on from Sara a while back, but something shifted in Aegon’s gaze. His brother fidgeted in his seat. Aemond narrowed his eye as he ate, what was he hiding?

“What do you think they’re doing right now?” Aegon asked suddenly, taking another bite of his burger.

Aemond sighed. What would you be doing right now? He hoped you were dipping your feet in the Greywater, laughing with your friends. “I don’t know, trying to culture swamp bacteria,” Aemond said with a shrug, spearing a potato. “Whatever microbiologists do.” He finished.

“What?” Aegon said, his head quirked to the side like a puppy.

“Microbiologist. Somebody who studies ba-”

Aemond was cut off by barking laughter from Aegon. His brother set the burger down with a gross slap. Aegon leaned back in the booth, one arm cocked over the top of it. “She’s not a microbiologist.” He let out another guffaw.

Fury rose in Aemond as he clenched his fist. “She’s not an astronaut yet ei-” Another round of laughter cut Aemond off as he slammed his fist down onto the table, a couple across the restaurant shooting them a nervous look.

The action did nothing to faze Aegon, who continued laughing as he popped another fry into his mouth. “You’re guilting me about not going to Moat Cailin and you don’t even know your wife is an astrobiologist. Oh fuck, I knew it.” He lifted the burger back up to his mouth and took a messy bite, smacking it around. “I knew your marriage was bullshit.” He cackled, shaking his head before swallowing.

Aemond paled, looking around suddenly, grateful that nobody seemed to be paying attention to anything other than their own meals. His eye narrowed as he took in Aegon’s smug face, his fist aching as he clenched it. “You don’t know anything.” He hissed.

“Aemond.” His brother sat up for a moment, setting his burger down. “I’m a fuck up, but I know people.” His usual candor came back to him again a moment later, taking a loud slurp of his milkshake. Aemond stared off to the side, angrily following the insipid breathing exercises Dr. Greenwood had given him. “Is that what this is about? You feel guilty because you were a dick to her?”

“I just want her to be happy once she gets back home.” He stated flatly, hoping his idiot brother would finally drop the question.

“So when are you moving out?” Aegon needled. “Seriously, what makes you think she’d want anything to do with you when she gets back? You don’t even know what she's getting her Master's in.” When Aemond tensed to get up he paused. “Wait. I shouldn’t have said that.” He admitted. “Hey.” Aegon made eye contact with him, an uncharacteristically serious look flashing over his face briefly. “I have a secret too.” Aemond stared back at him, nodding at him to continue. “Me and Floris have been fucking for the past year or so.”

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“I have an announcement.” Said announcement fell on deaf ears, with most people turning over. Barba grabbed a metal ladle, clanking it on the wooden table. “Hello!” She banged it repeatedly, and you groaned as you sat up. “Hi! Excuse me!” Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the cabin. “Thank you,” Barba said quietly. “In light of the expedition having ended how it did, I’m going to take the dead guy’s plane and fly south. I’m going to find us help and I’m going to get us out of here.” She nodded as if hyping herself up.

Fuck. “You’re gonna fly that thing?” Barba nodded at you, and you shook your head. When you talked back in your clearing you didn’t think the expedition would end this way. This shit was still crazy. No. There is no fucking way. “You don’t know if that plane is operable.”

“I’ve been looking over it for weeks, and the gas tank is full.” She threw her hands up suddenly. “I’m a pilot, I grew up watching my Grandpa fly. I have two-hundred flight hours. I know that I can do this.” Your heart sank, throat clenched tight as you stared at her pleadingly. “You can’t deny that Sabitha doesn’t need serious medical attention.”

“She’s not the only one.” Sara piped up, her gaze flickering over to her best friend emotionlessly. “Floris, tell them.”

“I- I really don’t.” You shot a glare at Sara, in disbelief that she really just derailed this so she could force Floris into telling everybody.

“Tell them.”

“What is it?” Luke asked, his doe eyes confused.

“Yeah, what is it?”

You gave Floris the most supportive look you could muster, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m pregnant.”

Rhaena immediately stood up, bounding over to Floris. “How far along are you?”

“Wait, did you get knocked up out here?” Myrielle asked, an eyebrow quirked in Jace’s direction. Baela’s eyes bored holes into the back of Myri’s skull.

“No, I…”

“It doesn’t matter when it happened,” Sara said, a sanctimonious look on her face. “Okay? It just matters that we get them both help.”

Rhaena tried to grab at Floris’s stomach, and she swatted her hands away. “Rhaena, not right now.” She snapped.

“Alright, can everybody just.” Ser Criston ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Barba, you can’t do this.” He commanded. “No. It’s not even close to safe.”

“There is no ‘safe’ anymore, Ser Cole.” Barba retorted. Her face was hard, different. “It’s going to be winter soon. If I don’t do this, we’re…” She paused for a moment, shaking her head. “We’re all gonna fucking starve.” You fidgeted with your hands, holding back tears that pricked at your eyes. It didn’t feel right. There was something you were missing.

“Alright, well, I’m still the oldest here, so, no.” He flatly responded, gesticulating with his one free hand as he leaned on his crutch. “I’m not gonna let you do it.”

Barba’s face hardened even further. You barely recognized this person, icy eyes narrowed to a point. She took a step forward. And another. “What are you gonna do to stop me, Ser?” Her face twisted into a sneer as she gave him a once-over. Tension filled the cabin as the two of them stared off.

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Aemond thought that he should feel more nervous. He sent you on a plane that crashed, it seemed only right that he should be subjected to the same fate. But he didn’t and he wasn't. Shockingly enough he felt freer than he had in months. He told Dr. Greenwood everything. Everything that Aegon told him, everything he himself had done, everything he could think of in the session came directly out of his mouth. He thought that another person knowing his sins would destroy him, but Dr. Greenwood hadn’t judged him. All she did was give him a plan to avoid the urge to do those things again. The only thing that weighed on him were Helaena’s words. ‘What if you’re looking too far south?’ When he told Dr. Greenwood about it, she had simply stated that everybody was bound to have their own theories and that he should trust the experts. Logically he knew she was right, but he still couldn’t shake the lingering worry that Helaena was. What if they were wasting their time down here and you were up near Winterfell? The plane ride was uneventful, and Aemond spent the entire time catching up with some work. He technically had until Tuesday off, but today was only Thursday and he wanted less to catch up on. The ride to his hotel was… interesting given that it was essentially a private hut floating on the water. The boat sailed through choppy gray water, and insects flew at Aemond from every direction. When he finally got to his hut, he was relieved to find that his secretary hadn’t booked a hovel. Setting his things down, he moved to enter the shower. When he got out he set about his usual routine. He opened his laptop to get some more work done before shutting it and turning the TV on before eventually settling on a documentary series about Valyria.

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You set about helping the best as you could with your leg still in the condition it was. Mauling or not, work still needed to be done if Barba was going to fly the plane out of there. You tore up another plant as you watched Sara and Floris talk. There was obvious tension there, but Sara played coy and watched while Floris yanked roots out. Eventually, Floris walked off in a huff, and you set your gaze back downward. You would find her later tonight.

When a runway was cleared and all vines were taken off you all stood in front of the plane as Barba arrived. You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to suppress the feeling of dread that grabbed hold of you. She had her backpack on, tugging on the straps as she smiled nervously at Jace. Jace in response pulled her in for a hug. They stayed for a minute before she embraced Nettles, and then Sara. “Be safe, okay?” Barba nodded at Sara’s request. She smiled as she pulled Floris in for a hug, and a few more crowded around her in a group hug. All you could do was watch, a sense of foreboding stirring off in the distance.

When she reached you, you pulled her in as tight as humanly possible. You tried to burn everything about her into your memory, down to the scraggly feeling of her black hair against your face. Squeezing her for a moment more, you pulled your lips over your teeth. “Stay.” You whispered pleadingly. It didn’t feel right, and Barba was the one who had encouraged you to follow your gut.

“Remember your vision,” Barba murmured in response, “Fire and light, it’s a blessing from the Gods.” When she pulled away an austerity had passed over her. You recoiled, increasingly uneasy as you pulled your arms back over your chest. Barba stepped back and opened the door to the Cessna, climbing in and unzipping her backpack.

As soon as she sat down, Criston wrenched the door back open. “By the Gods, Barba. Please, don’t do this.” You hadn’t seen this side of Ser Cole before. Desperate. The last ditch effort of a man who knew his days of authority was behind him.

Barba shot him a nervous smile, swallowing before she spoke. “Thanks for worrying about me, Ser, but…” The sternness flashed back over her face like a mask, her icy gaze flattening. “This is my purpose.” She reached a hand out to pat him on the shoulder before she pulled it back and shut the door with a heavy clang. Barba ran her fingers over the weirwood pendant, her gaze emotionless as she placed her stuffed bear into the copilot's seat. Her gaze passed over to you quickly, before she locked eyes with you and smiled. Discomfort arose in you, as you watched something stir in the very back of her eyes. She held your gaze long enough to make you squirm before the propeller started to spin. Wheels squeaked through the dirt as cheers rang out, you stepped forward and prayed to whatever Gods there were above that your vision was a blessing. The plane was flying as it should, and Barba successfully lifted off. A relieved smile broke out across your face, but you knew she wasn’t out of the woods yet, quite literally. The landing was the hardest part of a flight, and you didn’t entirely trust the brakes on it. The Cessna soared clear over the lake, and you ran forward with eyes pointed to the sky.

“Oh my Gods, she’s doing it!!!” Laughter sounded, Sara clapping as you all ran to the lakefront. She shifted the plane to face due south, and you let out a sigh of relief. It had been a blessing from the Gods. Tears brimmed your eyes as you silently thanked them for seeing her through this. The plane grew smaller as she flew further away, shrinking in the mountains off into the distance. You began to cheer with the others, turning to grab Baela’s hand in excitement.

“Is that smoke?” Sara asked suddenly. Your gaze snapped skyward, and your heart dropped into your stomach. The fuel line. Angry fumes shot out of the bottom of the plane, and it started to shake. A bright flash of flame balled out as the explosion shook the treetops. A halo of light shone, a second sun in the bright sky. Sara screamed and clapped her hands over her mouth. Your body moved automatically, tears streaming down your face as you sank into the water of the lake. Rhaena tried to pull you up, saying something about your leg. Your body went limp as the sobs wracked your body. That fucking vision. And you had been stupid enough to trust it. A banshee’s wail rang out, but it didn’t register as being yours. You stared off into the distance, where sunrays broke through dustclouds and smoke.

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Fuck, this chapter was really really hard to write. I had no idea I would become so attached to Barba when I started writing this wtf. R.I.P Barba.

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Willow: House of Griots | Pilot Script Table Reading

We’re back at it again with the Principal Cast of “Willow: House of Griots,” working through a table reading for the Pilot Episode. We discussed upcoming events, reviewed production scheduling and details, watched our short film “Willow: State of Emergency,” and sunk our teeth into this special 90-minute pilot episode of “House of Griots.” Much love to Elliot Guilbe for the Photography, Glenn Quentin for the Production Support, and Sultan Ali for the Marketing Support.

Principal Cast Ashley Noel Jones as Willow Kerubo Brown Suzanne Darrell as Iyoba the Foundress Cameisha Cotton as Diane X Kirrin Tubo as Taina Lilian Oben as Vanessa Charles Masiko Ensemble Reader Tommy Coleman Stage Directions Reader Heru Khuti

Showrunner & Writer Paul A. Notice II

Heads Up: Our Short Film “Willow: House of Griots” will be available on Amazon Prime later this year. Keep an eye out for our announcement. In the meantime, save the date for our upcoming Short Film Screening at Weeksville Heritage Center coming OCTOBER, 21st, 2023! Details coming soon!

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bound-up-feelings · 1 year

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watching a horror movie with jean / ali g / bruno HAHHAAHA idk which character would make for a funnier or better fic hehehehe so u can decideeee ^^

Jean:

He actually is not that scared of horror films

He does get grossed out by all the gory stuff but paranormal and demon based movies, loves it

But lord, don't let him watch Hellraiser or The Thing. He will literally leave the building, no, not the room that's still to close for comfort

Does like the moves The conjuring, Insidious, Sinister, mainly movies that have some type of demon shit going on

Will go the whole nine yards and get popcorn, chocolate, soda, and anything and everything for a horror movie marathon

Go big or go home baby, he's all in

Ali-g:

He's not much into horror films but watches them anyway cause he loves you

But the best part is he doesn't do jumpscares

He cannot do them, he jokes through the whole movie and makes jokes but the second he's not paying attention somehow the movie knows and will fuck him up

Also, he doesn't like the movie Saw

Can't do the whole torture and broken bones stuff

Mainly, the broken bone stuff he hates that

Makes him nauseous as hell and would most likely leave the room to go straight to the bathroom

His favorite movie is scream

Simple easy and he's not one for the big jumpscares and knows that it doesn't have very many, and he can handle it

He does finger guns at the screen and will say how Sydney should have had a gun on her and will shake his head like he's disappointed that a high-school 17-18 year old doesn't have a hand gun

Don't let him around your nieces or nephews he's a great guy but a horrible influence

Bruno:

Nope

He doesn't do them at all

Will hide his face on your shoulder and cover his face with his hands/blanket

He'll let you put the movie in but will get three seconds into a scary part, and he will be covered up and doing something else entirely

But I swear if you have him watch a movie where there is a bittersweet happy ending like in Come Play, he will cry

He doesn't like to cry but will cry

That's his favorite movie out of all of them. Despite the scary parts and stuff that had him hiding through almost the whole movie, his favorite is the ending

The whole way through, he will hold your hand and lean his head onto you, and its sweet

Until you put in a really scary movie and he is back to square one

You love it, though

You really shouldn't torture him like this, but he knows you think it's funny, and so he'll keep doing it, but he'll never tell you that

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Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details) [ad_1] Filmmaking is a chance to lead many lifetimes Robert Altman Director: the invisible, omnipotent presence in cinema; a word that holds spaces inaccessible to most people. In Directors Diaries, Rakesh Bakshi demystifies that figure through the voices of twelve of the most iconic film-makers of our time. In doing so, he happens upon the greater questions of destiny and chance and how sometimes random encounters end up determining the course of a persons life. Bakshis interviews turn into deep and intimate conversations: Imtiaz Alis transformative experience as a reader during summer vacations, locked in a room; Govind Nihalanis visits with his father to temples in Udaipur, which influenced him as a cinematographer and filmmaker; Ashutosh Gowarikers disappointment at faring poorly in his board exams and being forced give up his dream to study architecture, which led him to seek avenues in theatre, folk dance, group singing, elocution contests in college, eventually leading him to cinema. Farah Khans passion for dance as a child and how she stopped dancing for almost fourteen years because her father did not like it and began doing so only after he passed away. How cinema became Subhash Ghais great escape, whenever his parents argued, he would run away to watch a film. How Vishal Bhardwaj composed his history lessons as songs so he could memorize them, and how he accompanied his friend on the harmonium at food festivals in Pragati Maidan to earn a livelihood. An invaluable record of Hindi cinemas old and new voices, and a study of the changing face of it, Directors Diaries is also an inspiring account of people battling great odds to achieve their dreams. Publisher ‏ : ‎ HarperCollins; 1st edition (28 May 2015) Language ‏ : ‎ English Paperback ‏ : ‎ 296 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 9351364666 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-9351364665 Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 256 g Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 13.97 x 1.7 x 21.59 cm Country of Origin ‏ : ‎ India [ad_2]

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Squirting for Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, fingering, squirting, mentions of masturbation

Authors note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

“That’s it, take it like a good girl” He said as he pumped his fingers deeper inside of you, the cold metal of his rings stung in the best way.

You were sat on the very end of Eddie’s bed, completely naked from the waist down with one leg propped up on his shoulder. Eddie on his knees in front of you, Knuckles deep inside your pussy.

You were trying so hard not to cum, you struggled to contain your moans the pleasure just felt too good. You were surprised the neighbors hadn’t called in a noise complaint.

You and Eddie had only hooked up a few times, you didn’t finish on any of those occasions. You didn’t know how he would react when you finally came.

A few weeks before you started seeing Eddie, you had found out about a special gift you had. You were playing with yourself one night, you had came before but not like this.

This was an thrilling experience, you felt pure euphoria as you reached your climax. Midst your high you felt yourself getting extremely wet, you looked down and saw a wet spot on your sheets. You didn’t know what happened but you liked it.

You felt that same pressure you did that night it first happened, you really needed this. You needed to cum.

Eddie kept the same pace, his hand was wet already but it was about to get soaked. You struggled to keep still, your hips bucked every time he hit your G spot.

“I’m gonna cum” you cried out

Eddie didn’t respond, you looked down at him and saw he was keeping his focus on what he was doing. A small smirk grew on his face right before he brought in his other hand. He used the pad of his left thumb to rub circles on your clit. This sent you, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Your breath hitched as you came, you heard the wet noises coming from below. You even heard liquid hitting the carpeted floor. You were in too much ecstasy to care.

“Holy shit!” Eddie yelled out followed by a giddy laugh “I didn’t know you could do that, baby”

You caught your breath before responding “sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess” you were embarrassed.

“It’s okay” he whispered placing a gentle kiss on your thigh making you shutter “it was so hot” he grinned before putting his own fingers in his mouth.

“You taste delicious” he chuckles softly as he licks his fingers clean

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bangtanintotheroom · 1 month

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Make Me Water (M)(Teaser)

Can you blow my mind?

Set off my whole body

If I give you my time

Can you snatch my soul from me?

🔊 water - tyla; make me - britney spears, g-eazy; the look - ali gatie, kehlani; meeting in my bedroom - silk; tonight - dxvn., daniel di angelo; slidin' - kai and more... 🔊

• Pairing: Seonghwa x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Friends to Lovers, Smut, Fluff

• Rating: 18+

• Words: (teaser) 433

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content, discussion about inappropriate topics, Seonghwa and his bedroom eyes 😶, Y/N is in for the ride of her life, bickering, making out, body worship, teasing, edging, praise, fingering, squirting (it’s gon be real wet up in here 🗣️💦), dirty talk, oral (f. and m. receiving), hints of come eating, multiple orgasms, creampie, multiple positions, unprotected sex (dooon’t do this), aftercare

• Notes: Well well well, looks like we've got another ATEEZ fic coming up 🤨 Seonghwa has been slowly inching his way into my second bias spot and I've been in the mood for something extra filthy, so here we go! The amount of research I've had to do for this topic is almost embarrassing jcbvosiovbs 💖

• Teaser Notes: Teasers are a WIP and will not fully reflect the final draft, warnings and themes are subject to change. If you want to be tagged when the final draft is released, either leave a reply or shoot me an ask! PLEASE HAVE YOUR AGE PRESENT IN YOUR BIO OR YOU WILL NOT BE TAGGED.

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“Why bother telling you when I could just show you?”

Your fingers seemed to lose their grip on the plate, clattering into the sink loudly.

What? He did not just say that.

You turned to gawk at Seonghwa before stuttering, “H-Huh?”

He was nonplussed as he met your eyes, repeating, “I could just prove you wrong. Actions speak louder than words, no?”

Was he fucking serious? Seonghwa offering to show you how he could make you squirt?

“Hwa, you…you’re joking, right?”

“I’m not.”

Judging by the look on his face, he really wasn’t.

Feeling a heat begin to creep up the back of your neck, you tore your gaze away to grab the plate, picking it up and checking to see if it suffered any damage from your slip-up.

“Come on, be for real right now. I can’t do that.”

“You can’t let me touch you or you can’t squirt?”

You almost threw the abused dish back down as your head whipped up to fix him a flustered glare.

“Both! One, we’re friends. Two, I’ve never squirted and I never will.”

Seonghwa gave you an equally stern look, firing back, “We’re both single and it would just be between the two of us. And have you ever even tried?”

“N-No, but—”

“So how would you know?”

You pursed your lips, feeling a wave of frustration mixed with defeat overcoming you. He had a point. He could probably tell by the look on your face that you knew this, yet he didn’t gloat or prod you further. Seonghwa just kept watching you and waiting for your next defense to come out. But it didn’t come for a while as your mind raced with thoughts, coming up with one that threw you off-guard.

Would it really be so bad to say yes?

“There’s still a chance for you to back out, Y/N. It’s your call.”

And yet he still gave you full control over it.

A grateful smile couldn’t help but stretch over your lips as you completely made up your mind. Your palm turned over to still his wandering thumb, scooting closer until your knee touched his own.

Leaning in, you whispered into his ear, “Show me what you can do.”

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a-mirage-sg · 2 years

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Our fourth production at A Mirage!

A Mirage presents:

tapping on bone

by Aly Chandra, Audrey Teong, and Shirin Keshvani

“These arms used to be wings;

Where were the muscles that could have carried me over continents?”

We speak of a bird who’s lost in the sky.

tapping on bone is an excavation of the stories we tell ourselves as we evolve — the realisation that growing up isn’t all it’s cut out to be. Reaching each milestone as we age has always seemed like something to celebrate. Why does it feel like we are moving in circles, still?

The play unravels fraying ideals of what it means to have “made it” in life, and the expectations that tailor our rib cages – making it harder to breathe. Grounded in personal history, and entirely devised, it dissects the rituals that bind us through a fusion of surrealist performance and explosive physicality. We invite you to escape with us on flights of the imagination.

Tender, poetic, and immersive all at once, tapping on bone is a dream of finding closure, driven by the incessant rhythms beneath our skin.

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Dates: 20, 21, 22, 26 June 2022

Time: 8:30 pm

Duration: 50 minutes with no intermission

Please arrive at least 15 minutes before the start of each performance for a pre-show segment.

TICKET PRICES:

All of our standard tickets are priced at $15 to ensure accessibility to our work. If you are able, please support us by purchasing a ticket priced at $20 or $25. Your generosity will allow us to pay our collaborators equitably (all ticket sales are shared equally amongst artists), and help them continue contributing to Singapore’s diverse arts ecosystem. We deeply appreciate any contributions you can give to independently-funded theatre.

Rating: Advisory (Some Coarse Language)

Note: This production was first staged as (Singapore) Girls in 2018 as part of She’s a Great Way to Fly, a programme conceptualised and produced by Tan Kheng Hua in conjunction with The Substation. tapping on bone is the creators’ response to the original play four years after.

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About 'A Mirage':

A Mirage is a pop-up platform for artists to experiment & create, away from financial or critical pressure. In partnership with The Projector X Riverside, the platform runs on a revenue-share model and is focused on producing premieres and revivals of original Singaporean writing.

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Meet the team behind tapping on bone:

Performer-Playwrights

Alysha Chandra

Audrey Teong

Shirin Keshvani

Creative Team

Director / dramaturg: Rebecca G.

Producers: Theo Chen and Pearlyn Tay

Publicity Designer: Lim Shi-An

Production Consultant: E-Sean Lum

Alysha Chandra works across multiple creative fields. She is the Essay Reader for Singapore Unbound’s SUSPECT Journal and a marketing executive for ART SG. Her writing has been published in the Pr&ta Journal. She graduated from Yale-NUS College with an Arts and Humanities degree in 2021.

Audrey Teong is an actor. She is best known for her lead role as Daphne in Checkpoint Theatre’s Normal (2015 and 2017), which she originated and reprised. Other acting credits include NSFTV’s What A Sight (2022), Checkpoint Theatre’s Unnamed Lesbian Play (Works in Development 2021), and (Singapore) Girls (as part of The Substation’s She’s A Great Way To Fly 2018).

Shirin Keshvani is a budding actor and host. During her time in NUS, she played the leading role in The Golden Record 3.0 and hosted the yearly CFA Here! Arts Festival. She also served as the President of the Tembusu College Theatre Group (Slate) where she actively contributed to the residential college arts scene.

Rebecca G. [they / them] is an interdisciplinary theatre director, writer, and critical practitioner. They are currently the artistic director of from (a)basement theatre collective, a company that strives to uncover what remains hidden between the lines in multidimensional conversations. Passionate about celebrating the diverse narratives around them, Rebecca's work straddles boundaries and borders. They have trained / collaborated internationally with theatres and organisations in Poland, Germany, Singapore, India, the Czech Republic, and the UK. With the Gesamtkunstwerk at its core, Rebecca’s creative ethos is based on hybrid processes of excavation, empowerment, and experimentation — with a particular focus on site-specific physicality, the aesthetics of research and reimagination, and expressionist multimedia performance. More about their work here: https://linktr.ee/rebeccagoh

Theo Chen is a theatre-maker who writes, performs, produces, and directs. His first play, Cyril & Michael, premiered to a sold-out run in 2021 under the Bridging the Gap collective. In 2020, he founded Playwrights Commune, a collective focussed on developing new work for the Singaporean stage. From March till July 2021, he ran the Playwrights Commune space at 222 Queen Street, incubating works by emerging artists, and currently organizes its ongoing “Open Studio” platform - generating energy around more than 100 new plays across all stages of development, involving over 250 artists. He is passionate about building intimacy between strangers, performing a one-on-one piece entitled nights ago when I felt Blue at The Substation in 2021. He continued exploring this medium in a new piece days to come when I cease to..? at The Theatre Practice’s “It’s Not About the Numbers” festival of small-works under their Tuckshop Incubation. He has also performed with T:>works, Teater Ekamatra, and W!LD RICE - where he was a proud member of the 7th cohort of Young & Wild! A Mirage is his final project in Singapore before he moves to the United Kingdom to pursue his undergraduate studies in English Literature.

Pearlyn Tay is a budding arts manager who graduated from Ngee Ann Polytechnic's Arts Business Management. She is greatly interested in producing different projects that centre around societal dilemmas.

E-Sean Lum is a marketing professional by day and hobbyist by night. She helps people get stuff done — overseeing branding, communications, content strategies and visual identity for various companies for over 5 years, including Checkpoint Theatre (2018 - 2021). E-Sean graduated from the National University of Singapore with a Bachelor of Business Administration and a minor in Theatre Studies.

Lim Shi-An is a freelance graphic designer and actor. She has always considered the theatre her first love and is super excited to be helping out on this project. As an actor, she is currently working with Ochre Pictures for an upcoming Mediacorp project. Shi-An graduated from the National University of Singapore in 2022 with a double major in Business Management and Theatre Studies.

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Accessibility: Please use the central lifts of Riverside Point (located just next to the official Taxi Stand D11). Take to level 4. Turn left when you exit the lifts. The Projector X Riverside is the first unit on the right after the glass doors. There are 2 sets of glass doors that need to be opened before you can enter our premise. If you require assistance opening the doors - please contact us as well so we can assist on the day of the show and provide you a contact point to call when you arrive. The performance space is wheelchair-accessible.

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miss-ali-lawliet · 3 years

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Currently thinking about Pieck a lot so here's something I can't get out of my brain. I imagined this as a wlw thing, but y/n has no pronouns in this!

Reminder that requests and my inbox are open!

Pairing: Pieck Finger x g/n reader

Warnings: none, just fluff <3

Imagine coming home late after a long day to be met with those familiar sleepy eyes and smile that you adored so much. Exhaustion was wearing you down, and Pieck could see it almost bright away. She made her way towards you, taking your hands in hers to bring to her lips and giving your knuckles such a soft kiss each.

"I missed you" she'd begin in such a soothing voice, a voice you longed to hear while you were away. She could only begin to smile back, feeling unable to speak as you took in the beautiful woman in front of you.

"Are you tired?" She'd ask after watching your reaction. You'd nod, feeling your shoulders starting to untense the longer you spent in her presence.

"Aw, my love.. Would it make you feel better if we went to lay down together?" There was no hesitation as you nodded again, causing her to chuckle softly with the slight urgency in the action.

"Come on then, let's go lay down."

The next thing you know, is after changing into some pajamas and getting on the bed, you'd see Pieck in the corner of your eye finished getting changed. You glanced over, your lips curling upwards into a soft smile as she got onto the bed and crawled over to your side before stopping on her knees. She'd pull you close, wrapping her arms around you tiredly with her own sleepy smile, resting her eyes after pressing a slow kiss to your cheek. Her arms hanging around your shoulders, causing you to chuckle.

"Were you waiting for me to come home so we could do this?" You couldn't help but ask, causing her to flutter her eyes open to meet your soft gaze.

"Perhaps."

Then without saying anything, she pulled you towards her as she flopped onto her back while you remained on top. You met her lips in a sweet kiss that lingered for a couple moments, yet her eyes remained closed once it ended. She'd pull you close as you both got comfortable in bed, letting you rest her head on her chest so she could run her fingers through your hair. It was silent, besides the noises of you both breathing and your heartbeats and you couldn't ask for anything else.

"Sleep well, my love." She murmered, her voice almost slurred with sleep.

"Goodnight, my Pieck." You'd reply just as tiredly, yet your voice was gentle.

You opened your eyes a little to glance upwards, taking in how perfect she looked. Her messy long black hair was sprawled on the pillows under her while her breathing started to fall into that familiar pattern whenever it came to your nights together. She still had a smile on her face, even though faint as she started to doze off. Your own smile didn't waver as you closed your eyes, cuddling closer while your grip tightened slightly.

It wouldn't be long until the both of you fell into a content slumber, wrapped in one another's arms and taking in each other's warmth as the night continued on. It was a simple night, but you both wouldn't want it any other way.

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jensensfanfic · 2 years

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Fluff Alphabet

[jensensfanfic/dojolarusso]

pairing: daniel larusso x fem!reader

warnings: lots of fluff is all, i’ve aged daniel up for this and we’re also going to pretend that ali was never a romantic interest - just for this fic! :)

word count: 1.7k+ (not including letters/questions - lol yeah i’m still counting them)

notes: so i’m gonna say these letters are all based around daniel being like 24+ or something, to help you visualise (- mostly to help me write it haha). also, gonna say they’ve been together for 6ish years (since around 18?) kay? cool.

notes pt 2 (lmao): i’m sorry this took so long to write, there have been many family related things that have distracted me recently - leading me to my second apology if this is complete sh*t - i have tried my best to write daniel well and make this cute and i just don’t have great focus right now, so, excuse these rambles but i just hope it is enjoyable at least.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your kindness is his favourite thing about you. Many times he has witnessed you helping random strangers out of the pure goodness of your heart, and he couldn't be prouder of you. He also loves your sense of humour since it matches his. He adores how you will sit and study while he trains now and again, how you support him and cheer him on.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He loves your hands. He thinks they look perfect in his and loves to trace small circles in your palms. Whenever you say goodbye or goodnight, he'll plant a soft kiss against your knuckles, and when you walk side by side, you always feel the brush of his thumb against your skin. He loves the colour of your eyes, and also, your shoulders, too.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Daniel is a big hugger. Welcome home hugs, goodbye hugs, movie nights while laying on the sofa hugs, bad day hugs, excited spinning hugs - he'll take them all, anywhere, at any time. He has probably never said it, but he also really loves it when you are the one to initiate a hug between the two of you. It makes him feel safe, loved, and seen.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He doesn't have an ideal date plan, you know. He is happy anywhere with you. However, some of your favourites are; going to drive-in movies, hanging out by the sea, small concerts and/or dancing, or just a simple walk around town.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Daniel is often closed off with his deeper feelings. He'll usually try to hide them from you, using the excuse of not wanting to upset you as well more than a few times. But Daniel has 'tells'. You've learned that when he's bottling something heavy, he will be a lot less talkative and a little more clingy - like he's using affection to mask his feelings. When you finally get him to crack, or on the occasion that he comes to you right away, he will rant and yell until he's finished, and then fall into your arms for comfort or advice. When his feelings involve you or your relationship, though, it is a completely different story - he is very forthcoming.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He has often thought about your future and how your family could look. In his dream scenario, he would love to have two or three kids, and a dog is always, undoubtedly in the picture.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Daniel is the type of person who will complain if you spend too much money on him. But, he will also shell out all of his earnings on you. He loves and appreciates meaningful or homemade gifts, and he keeps everything you've given him on display in your home, or safely tucked away in a keepsake box.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He loves holding your hand whenever he can. He remembers the first time he held your hand on your first date and it sent tingles over his body. Daniel thinks your hands were meant to be linked forever.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

His past trauma makes him very overprotective of you, and he can become almost overbearing when you get injured in any way, shape or form. There was one strangely sweet moment when you both talked over each of each other's scars, explaining when and how you had got them.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Daniel has his unique sense of humour but loves cheesy dad jokes and quirky sarcasm, too. He once tried a prank, simply by scaring you, but it failed miserably and resulted in you falling and bruising your knee.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Daniel is generally all for physical affection. He loves every and all types of kisses. One of his favourites are the soft pecks that he plants on your shoulders and cheek to wake you up in the morning. Others he loves are those random smooches throughout the day, those tiny 'i love you's that need no words. You feel like the centre of his universe whenever he kisses the top of your hands, as well, and you are exactly that to him.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Daniel's love languages are pretty much all of them: physical touch, acts of service, words of affirmation, quality time and gift-giving. He shows you how much he loves you through all of them, though he shows you most through his words and touch. Hugs, kisses and touches that let you know he is there with you, anywhere, always and undoubtedly. But most of all, he tells you every day without fail that he loves you with his entire body, mind and soul, maybe not always in so many words, but there isn't a day where you go by without here those three little words at least once.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

His favourite memory is your first date, which was spent at the beach, sharing fries and drinking shakes. It was simple, perfect. You had met up at midday and ended up talking until it was almost midnight. You connected so quickly, and neither of you were expecting it, which made it that much better and more memorable.

He also really loves to think about the night you first met too, though. It was at the All Valley Tournament, after his big win. You barely knew anything about him then, but on your way out, you had stumbled into him, knocking him over. When you helped him to his feet and realised who he was, you instantly apologised and rambled about whether you'd made his injury worse or not. Daniel shushed you then, telling you it was fine and, to your surprise - no - shock, invited you to come and have lunch with him, his sensei and his mother. That was the beginning of your friendship, which eventually became much more.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear is losing you. Plain and simple. He adores you more than anything and couldn't imagine not having you in his life. He fears breaking up, having you leave - or worse.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

You love it when Daniel gets overexcited or hyper and starts to bounce on his feet. You'd seen him do it when he first bought the bonsai store and again when he won his second tournament - the way he had bounced over to Mr Miyagi to hug him brought a tear to your eye. And now he does it often, whenever he is extremely happy or caffeinated. On one occasion, when you had been apart for a week, he had bounced into your arms, just like he did Miyagi and knocked you onto the floor. Luckily it only caused a fit of laughter and teary eyes, as well as the sometimes used nickname of 'Bambi'.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Daniel is a big softie, and although sometimes he will call you "babe", he prefers the much sweeter sounding and swoon-worthy, 'mi(o) amor(e)', and/or the translation - 'my love'.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Daniel likes to take you dancing for dates, but he loves it when you dance together at home, around the kitchen or living room. He teaches you how to twirl like a pro and leads you in little dances whenever he can. He also has taught you everything Miyagi taught him about taking care of bonsai trees. You have a couple each in your home that you tend to together. You also share dinner with Mr Miyagi a handful of times a week, which is always fun and full of great conversation.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

'Glory Of Love' reminds you of his protectiveness. Over you, Mr Miyagi, his family, and even your own family - who love him just as much as he does them. It makes you think of everything he has done since he met you; it's always been for something or someone he loves. He's like a knight in shining armour from a long time ago. Every lyric screams Daniel to you, and you've often imagined the song playing at your - hopefully - future wedding.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Daniel is always very open with you. The only times he is a little more closed off is if he thinks a secret will hurt or upset you, then he becomes cautious. But he always ends up telling you; there are no secrets in your relationship.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It didn't take too long. After your first date, you went on a couple more. Including Golf 'N Stuff and then a drive-in movie, where you shared your first kiss, and - very nervously - Daniel asked you to be his girlfriend.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Depending on how upset you are or the circumstance, he will try to cheer you up right away. If you need time alone, he will always give you space, but it plays on his mind until you finally decide to share what's going on.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He doesn't feel the need to 'show you off', as proud as he is to be with you. Your kindness, loyalty, creativeness and hardworking nature are just a few of the things he is proud of, of you. He always makes sure to let you know this whenever it is necessary too.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Daniel has quite a bit of trauma in his past, all of which you know about, and so he never wants to see you end up in any kind of fight. He has seen a few of your moves when he or Mr Miyagi had taught you some things for fun, so he is well aware you could hold your own in a situation, but the thought of actually seeing it brings a horrible taste to his mouth. If ever the moment came where he need to defend you, he would for sure fight for you. He would fight with you, too, if the circumstance occurred, but you imagine he would try to push you out of the way and to safety before that could happen.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

It's a skill that took Daniel a while to master, but now he is pretty confident he can read you well: figure out how you are feeling, what you need, what mood you are in - etcetera.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Your first date was on the beach, and it seems like the perfect place to propose. Daniel would not go over the top. He would want the moment to be intimate, memorable and without an audience. Maybe Daniel would lay a blanket and bring along some packed snacks. Then talk as you normally would on a date, before he could no longer bear it, finally reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small black velvet box.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

He loves to tend to your bonsai trees when he needs to feel calm. Sometimes alone, but most of the time, you will join him. Other times, he likes to sit with you on the sofa while you comb your fingers through his hair or trace imaginary patterns across his back. He’s gotten very good at calming himself and you.

Taglist: @shrinkthisviolet, @resedacitrus, @crimsonandclover27 (let me kow if you want to be added for all future daniel fics/removed/etc)

#template is linked in the title!#pretend ali was never romantically involved with danny okay!? bc otherwise the memory part sounds so cheater-y eeeeep #i ain't about dattttt #mine #my writing #jensensfanfic/dojolarusso #daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso fanfiction #daniel larusso fic #daniel larusso imagine #fluff #daniel larusso fluff #tkk fic #the karate kid fic #fluff alphabet #dojoalphabet*#to edit

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prettywordsyouleft · 3 years

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Write On Me [Soulmate September]

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader (ft. Johnny)

Genre: soulmate au / office au / fluff

Warnings: flirty and suggestive moments, a tiny bit of angst and miscommunication, and some cursing

Word count: 9926

“Have you figured it out yet?”

Glancing up at your best friends Gabbie and Dee, you shook your head softly. “Not yet.”

“It’s not as if we have a timeline to understand what our connection is,” Dee reminded the brunette beside her, sending you a comforting smile. “Y/N will find out when she’s meant to.”

Giving her a weak smile in response, you tried to not feel disheartened. It wasn’t easy, though. Everyone around you knew who their soulmate was or what to expect. Gabbie had been colour-blind until she met Aly, and since then, she made sure to point out just what shade everything was around her. Much as she had when you arrived at the coffee shop and relayed how lavender wasn’t quite the right colour for your skin tone to glow.

Dee had heard a strange male voice in her head until Archer appeared in her life, and those conversations became out loud ones. Well, except for when they sank into each other’s gaze and kept their intimate conversations within their minds. Which happened more often than you liked to admit. They were cute, but you were extremely single, and their connection only heightened that knowledge for you.

It wasn’t just your friends who had an understanding of their soulmates. Your parents had been tied by a red string, and your brother had a countdown on his wrist until he met his wife. Your cousin hadn’t met her match yet, but she had dreamed of her soulmate for her whole life. Even your neighbour had a mark on his hip that indicated he had someone out there with the same design waiting for him.

You were surrounded by people who had successfully found their match, and you didn’t even have a clue what your trigger would be. It didn’t matter as a teen, but now with you nearing thirty, well, you were starting to think you’d never get a sign that your soulmate was out there waiting for you.

Your thoughts must have shown on your expression because suddenly a hand landed over yours. “Y/N. He’ll come for you.”

“Or she. You never know what gender your soulmate is until you meet them,” Gabbie added, since Aly was short for Alyssa. It still amused you that Gabbie, who had spent her whole secondary and tertiary curriculum lusting over the jocks and popular guys, was now dating her girlfriend. But you knew true love when you saw it, and they were perfect for one another.

You wanted to whine outlandishly about how unfair the world was.

Dee’s eyes flicked to yours, and you could see sympathy rising. Shaking your head to avoid any more pity than you could handle, you raised a hand in protest. “Enough about my lack of a connection. There’s more to life than whether or not you have a soulmate.”

“You do have one. Don’t give up,” Dee confirmed, and you nodded dismissively.

“I also have a meeting in twenty minutes with possible recruitments, which is much more pressing than trying to figure if I’m going to start feeling hot flushes if I come too close to my destined one.”

Gabbie smirked. “That would be a fun game. You’re still in the cold zone. But maybe when he steps into your radius you’ll burn deep down.”

“Burn in what way?” Dee continued, the ladies sharing a knowing expression that you didn’t want to dive headfirst into.

Instead, you got up, picking up your takeout cup and shook your head. “I’m going to leave before this gets too NSFW.”

“Darling, we’re not at work right now!” Gabbie called after your departure, your fingers wiggling over your shoulder in farewell.

Once outside the shop, you inhaled a deep breath to steady yourself before heading back to your office. As much as you loved your best friends and were happy for them, you hoped that someday soon you could meet your soulmate so the topic could be permanently retired.

It was becoming quite the stalemate.

“Good to see you back, Y/N,” Johnny, your co-worker, greeted with a loose smile, jerking his head in the direction of the conference room. “They’re already showing up.”

“How many so far?” you asked as he followed you to your office, the taller man leaning against the edge of your desk.

Johnny was hot. He had a natural charm about the way he held himself, and if you believed more in free will, you would have acted on your crush on the man months ago. Sadly, he recently found a date marked on his ankle, and since you didn’t have a matching timeframe, you knew he was invested in the countdown to that day arriving. Still, you couldn’t help but admire the man and equally knew he did the same to bide the time.

“Three. One of them seems close to a panic attack.”

You groaned. “That’s not going to pay them any favours in our line of work.”

You worked for one of the most prestigious magazine companies in the country, boasting a top three ranking for the past seven years. Whilst you spent more time writing articles on fashion do’s and don’ts – something that Gabbie didn’t grasp or else she would have known that lavender was the it shade for spring this year – you had been suckered by your boss Taeil on overseeing the hiring process a couple of times. You had to admit that you were good at reading people to make the right choices for your team.

After all, you had hired Johnny on the spot almost a year ago, and he had become the best thing about going to work each day.

Oh. And he was great at reviewing entertainment trends too.

“How many do you have lined up for the sportswriter slot?” Johnny wondered, leaning over your desk. You inhaled the citrus cologne that wafted into your personal space.

“Five potential candidates. Three being early is a change. I’m not even running behind in greeting them yet.”

“Don’t hire anyone who is late. Being on time is a charm,” Johnny instructed, and you grinned at him, knowing he was the first to arrive for his batch of interviews and had been chatting with you so engagingly that you had been off your game and not greeted the others waiting for the interview outside the door.

In which you decided not to make a habit of, and after grabbing the resume folder off your desk, you shot him a look. “I’ll see you for lunch?”

“Sushi?” he suggested, and you nodded.

“You know the way to my heart,” you enthused as you brushed past him, heading for the conference room.

Johnny chuckled. “If only you were the one finding your way to mine, Y/N.”

You ignored the comment, hoping your cheeks weren’t as flustered as they felt when you stepped inside the room. There were four men now waiting, and as you glanced at the one sitting closest to the door, you knew he had to be the one panicking.

Stuart Langley. You didn’t have to look at your file to know who he was. He was the most acclaimed of the potential recruitments, and you had been excited to meet him today.

A shame he can’t even look me in the eye, you thought as you greeted each member at the table warmly, taking a seat across from the men and getting stuck into your opening speech. Ten minutes into your meeting with the candidates, the door opened suddenly, and you turned to see a man sucking in deep breaths of air.

Suddenly the room grew hotter.

“Sorry I’m late,” he panted, dragging in another deep breath. “There was an accident, and traffic is completely backed up. I had to ditch my cab and run the rest of the way here.”

“That’s fine, please take a seat,” you offered, your eyes shifting to the resume you had discarded to the side when he seemed to be a no-show. You smiled politely at him. “Jung Jaehyun?”

“That’s me,” he confirmed as he sat down, shooting the man he sat next to with a small smile. He turned to look at you, and you had to divert your gaze, clamping your hand down into your lap to stop from fanning yourself.

Jaehyun’s suit was crinkled, no doubt from his mad dash to make it on time, and yet it wasn’t the crinkles that distracted you. His broad frame filled out the pale blue dress shirt, the buttons taut around his chest.

You really needed to stop looking before your earlier threat of NSFW thoughts slipped to the forefront again. You seriously weren’t someone who thirsted easily over men either, especially the younger kind.

Today was turning into something else.

“Right. Well, now that we’re all here, let me quickly re-explain what I was discussing before we get into the interview, shall we?”

Jaehyun sent you an apologetic smile, and it was then that you noticed that he had dimples.

You were going to need a miracle to get through the next hour alive.

“So, who will you hire?” Johnny asked with a mouthful of food, your features scrunching up at how typically male it was of him to eat and talk at the same time. He swallowed and gave you a knowing grin. “I’m all male, Y/N.”

“It’s as if you can read my mind sometimes.”

“Of course, I can. You let your emotions show so openly on that pretty little face of yours,” he concluded self-assuredly, and you rolled your eyes.

Thinking back over your session with the potential writers, your mind hovered over one. It wasn’t the most experienced writer of the bunch that held your attention. And he had been late – even if it was out of his control with the accident. Still, Jaehyun was the clear pick. He answered all your questions genuinely and was the most creative of the five. You would rather suggest Taeil hired someone who appeared determined to improve on the job and give him a great first magazine writing experience than choose someone who looked like his shadow would scare him at any given time of the day.

“The one who was late, right?” Johnny guessed, and you looked at him in surprise. He laughed and tapped his temples. “Mind-reader, remember.”

“I think Jaehyun could be something really special to the sports team.”

“Does he play anything?”

You nodded. “Basketball.”

“You and guys who like ball sports, huh?”

You almost choked on your sushi roll, and Johnny roared with amusement.

“I’m going to kill you before that soulmate of yours turns up. What date was it again? Three more months? You’re treading on thin ice and might not make it that far. Besides, he’s also good at swimming, so it’s not all about balls, Johnny.”

And it explained Jaehyun’s athletic body shape.

“I played volleyball, remember?” he whispered into your ear, and you groaned loudly.

“You might lose a month by the end of the day,” you grumbled, and Johnny settled his teasing.

“I think you should go with your instincts. If he’s fit for the job, you would definitely know. I mean, you are Miss-Know-It-All the best of the times and—”

You shoved your hand over Johnny’s mouth and went to retort but spotted the all familiar candidate across the sushi bar eating his lunch with an amused smile on his face.

Shit.

“How loud were we?” you hissed, slapping Johnny on the shoulder before shifting away from him. “Please tell me you think this place is loud enough that our conversation didn’t make it to the back of the room!”

“Because a potential candidate is in here eating lunch too?” Johnny surmised, and you gasped. He smirked. “I saw him when we entered. Didn’t you?”

“I hate you so much.”

“Y/N, we both know if we lived in any other society, you’d love me. Hate is such a passionate word, though and—”

“Disowning you right now,” you proclaimed, trying not to look to the corner of the bustling bistro.

“Something tells me that he’s going to knock me out of the top spot in your mind,” Johnny mentioned a moment later, and you looked at him, allowing your gaze to roam back to Jaehyun. He met your stare and smiled politely.

You returned it and then cocked your head to the side. “Wouldn’t I know it already if he was? You’re currently safe in the male department of my thoughts, don’t worry.”

Except when you looked back at your meal, you wondered what it was about Jaehyun that threw you off from completely believing your statement.

“So, you’re saying you got hot flushes as soon as this guy rocked up?” Gabbie inquired over the phone later that evening and you rolled your eyes at her response to how your day had gone. “What are the odds that I joked about it and now you’re having a soulmate trigger!”

“Calm down, Gabs. I was reacting because Jaehyun is attractive. Extremely attractive. You know, the type of guys you were crushing on hard in university? He exudes that type of handsomeness. It wasn’t a soulmate trigger at all.”

“How do you know? Aly, what do you think?”

“Babe, I think you’re too invested in poor Y/N’s love life.” Aly squeaked, and you wondered what Gabbie had done to warrant such a noise. “Fine. It could be something.”

You sighed in answer. “You mean the lack of love life, and it’s probably nothing.”

“Sign or not, if you’re reacting to him then it’s worth investigating if the guy has a soulmate trigger when he gets hired. You can never be too careful and rule someone out.”

“You sounded like Dee just now,” you teased, and your friend laughed.

“What can I say. She’s rubbed off on all of us. Especially Archer.”

“I don’t want to discuss couples on a Monday night. No offense to you both,” you groaned, and after talking for another five minutes, you hung up and decided it was time to take a soak in the bath.

You wanted to forget all about triggers, hot flushes, and the way you had Jaehyun’s dimpled smile etched into your mind. You stripped out of your clothes after running the water and adding your favourite bubble bath, sinking into the water with a moan.

Everyone was so obsessed with finding their match when you considered the freedom to do as you pleased a great luxury to have. Relaxing into the water, you closed your eyes and focused on finding your zen, pushing aside work deadlines and potential leads for upcoming articles.

But no matter much you shunted them away, Jaehyun’s brown eyes wouldn’t slip out of your mind.

Snapping your gaze open with some annoyance, you lifted your left hand to your face, halting in brushing wisps of hair away from your face when you noticed something unusual on your inner forearm. Sitting up, you stared at the new appearance on your skin.

Hey there.

In somewhat of a daze, you lifted your right hand to rub over the handwritten message, swiping it back and forth. It didn’t smudge or disappear, like a tattoo on your skin.

“No fucking way,” you cursed lowly, eyeballing your arm’s message with interest.

After twenty-nine years of existing in this world, the first sign you had a soulmate was simply to say hello?! And why was it happening only now?

You were grateful you were alone because you were beginning to feel like you were having an existential crisis over the message.

Dropping your arm into the water before lifting it back out, you cursed again when the message remained, the two words mocking you more than you expected them to. “What do I do? Do I speak my reply into existence, or is this the most thought of words of the day type of trigger? If so, hey there is a bit ambiguous. I suppose at least they’re being polite and greeting me first.”

You laughed, the words you rambled out only making your heartbeat run faster. Standing up, you forwent your soak in the bath and stepped out, not bothering with wrapping your towel around your body just yet. Going over to the mirror, you angled yourself in increments, checking yourself over for anything else.

Nothing. Just the two words inked into your forearm existed.

Slowly wrapping your towel around yourself, you padded into your bedroom still stuck in that daze, slumping onto the edge of your bed blindly.

You decided to keep this new development to yourself. You needed time to digest it before you told your best friends about it and had them encouraging you to explore more. Further, you wanted to see how it panned out over the next few days. If you knew your soulmate type well enough, it meant the expression should change daily. So, all you had to do was wait and see what happened.

When you woke the following morning, the first thing you did was lift your arm and inspect the site where the words had been. You weren’t sure if you were relieved or not to see hey there still etched into your skin.

Still seriously stunned by the late-night development, you got ready for work, ensuring your blouse covered the length of your arm before heading off for your ritual coffee and breakfast with the girls. Today both significant others had joined your best friends. It wasn’t uncommon, and you adored Aly and Archer too. Normally, you would feel resigned over the fact that you were entering Couples-ville, but this time, as you curled your left arm against your waist, you considered that in the near future, there could be three happy couples sitting and enjoying breakfast together.

“You look the epitome of envy in sage green today,” Gabbie greeted, and Aly scrunched up her nose.

“Isn’t that more of a Laurel green?”

You laughed. It wouldn’t surprise you if the pair had invested in colour palette swatches to understand every variant shade a colour could possess.

“Either way, you look great,” Dee offered, and you smiled, smoothing down your grey pencil skirt after taking a seat.

“I’ll go grab the usual order,” Archer offered, and once everyone checked he had what they wanted, Dee scooted closer to you.

“Something’s up with you.”

“What makes you think that?” you asked hesitantly, trying to keep your expression neutral.

“There’s something different about you,” she mused, and you all but embedded your arm under your ribcage, trying to keep the rest of your body loose and casual. Dee did another sweep over you before gasping.

Oh, God. She’s figured it out.

“Is that the new Tom Ford perfume I can smell?!”

You didn’t know if you want to hit her for scaring you or kiss her on both cheeks for not figuring out what was actually different about you. Grinning, you nodded. “I got a PR package for my latest review on their winter collection.”

“I swear, you’re living your best life.”

“I don’t know about that,” you admitted, feeling on edge as your skin itched right where the words were. “But I sure am living something.”

You were grateful that no one paid much attention to you over breakfast and that Johnny had a scheduled out of office morning for research on his next article. It meant you were left alone in your office, and with a heavy sigh, you sank into your chair before sliding up your sleeve.

The words were gone.

“Wait. What?”

For some reason, you felt the need to search all over your lower arm, as if they had the ability to move into another spot on your skin whenever they felt like it. But your entire arm, aside from your smartwatch, was bare.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” you murmured to yourself, jumping when there was a knock on the door.

You smiled when Taeil stepped into your office. “I reviewed your recommendation. The youngest and most inexperienced one? Interesting choice, Y/N.”

“Experience and age aside, I felt that Jaehyun was the…” you trailed off then, your hands fumbling with the folders on your desk before you held his resume in your hand. There were no handwritten elements, and you frowned, wondering why you had just thought to match the message with his handwriting.

Especially since the words had disappeared, leaving you with nothing to guide you to an answer.

“Y/N? Everything alright?”

“Huh?” Glancing up at Taeil, you shook yourself off and cleared your throat. “Of course. Sorry, as I was saying, I felt he was the best fitting candidate for our office. What he lacked in, he gained by graduating from one of the best journalism and writing schools in the country. He also seemed to consider my questions, taking his time to answer them in a way that was very complimentary to our magazine’s focus.”

“I’ll hire him. But you know the drill. You’re his mentor for the next month.”

“The most I know about sports is where my gym is and how to sign up for Pilates classes,” you admitted, and Taeil shot you a smirk.

“I’m not asking you to write about sports, Y/N. You just have to be the one signing off on all his work, okay?”

You inhaled a deep breath, wondering just how small your office would feel with Jung Jaehyun sharing it with you. Smiling lightly, you nodded at Taeil. “You know me. I make the right judgement calls.”

“That you do.”

Once your boss was gone, you threw yourself down on your desktop and whined immaturely. If you were so good when it came to others, why couldn’t you be more precise in decisions relating to yourself?

“Hey there,” a honeyed voice greeted you the following morning, and you snapped your head up at the statement, relaxing when you saw Johnny sauntering into the department. “How’s my favourite fashion guru today? White pants? Are we feeling bold enough to not spill coffee on ourselves like we did the last time we tempted fate with this ensemble?”

“Just admit that your first thought wasn’t about the coffee incident and how good these look on me,” you replied smugly, having seen the way he appreciated your jeans before his gaze had travelled to your face. You rolled up the sleeves of your bubble-gum pink shirt to your elbows as you grinned at Johnny further. “No response, huh? That’s not like you, Johnny Seo.”

“The date changed,” he admitted suddenly, seemingly nervous. You blinked several times, understanding immediately what he meant.

“To what day?”

“Your birthday,” he murmured, and you gasped, covering your mouth with both hands and shaking your head. Johnny searched your eyes intensely. “Which is two months away, right?”

He had greeted you with Hey there, hadn’t he? Could this be a bigger sign than you realised? Just as you were about to confess the disappearing message from the day previous, you flinched when there was another knock on your door, and Jaehyun stuck his head in.

“Hey. I was told that I was assigned to this office?”

Johnny dropped his hands onto your shoulders and gave them a squeeze before stepping away from you and greeting Jaehyun in a friendly way. You were trying to regulate your breathing for a moment longer, and Jaehyun stood awkwardly in the doorway. “Should I, uh, come back?”

“Huh? No. Not at all. Please come in and set yourself up. The desk is big enough for the two of us to work here together. You can have that side. I’ve tried to tidy up my mess as diligently as possible once the big boss told me he hired you to start immediately,” you announced, feeling yourself relax into his company. Jaehyun shot you one of his dimpled, boyish grins, and you retracted the instant relaxation, feeling the skin where those words had existed turn itchy.

You scratched the spot mindlessly, and Jaehyun watched your reaction quietly, but another smile soon spread over his lips, and he pulled out his laptop, setting up. “I didn’t realise I would be assigned to you, Y/N.”

“Everyone is when they come through these doors,” you admitted with a friendly smile. “Don’t worry. You’d much prefer being in here with me than the likes of Jade next door. She used to take on our recruits, and let’s just say not many made it past the trial period.”

Jaehyun chuckled, the deep sound warming your insides. “I’ll take your word for it. Don’t worry. I’m diligent and hardworking. I want to make this work.”

“I could tell that about you. Which is why I chose you for the role.”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows shot up. “You made the call?”

“If Moon Taeil was left to make a decision, he’d choose based on connections. He’s not a bad guy at all, but he kind of sucks at getting a really good read on people.”

“And you’re good at that, huh?”

You shrugged. “Got you the job, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did,” Jaehyun replied, grinning at you charmingly. You felt the skin grow hotter on your forearm and started to itch it again. Rounding the table, Jaehyun reached for your arm, stopping you mid-scratch. With a soul-searching stare, his smile faded. “You should stop that. You might hurt your skin.”

“What?” you breathed out, looking down at where his thumb now caressed the inflamed pink area on your arm. “Oh. Shoot. I didn’t realise I’d done that. Where’s my pawpaw cream?”

Slipping out of his grip, you opened a drawer and dug the tube out with an aha! Jaehyun nodded to himself as you squirted some onto the area before returning to his side of the desk and pulling out more of his belongings from his bag.

Aren’t you going to say something back?

Two days later, you woke up with another message in the same spot as the two worded one from Tuesday. All week long, you had been waiting for another sign that you hadn’t hallucinated the temporary tattoo onto your skin, and you sat up with a start, looking at the new sentence and running your fingers along it.

You really had a soulmate out there.

Johnny hadn’t said much to you about the change in date on his ankle, and with how busy you had been with Jaehyun’s orientation, you had been spending more time in the office for lunch than out of it. But now with the message boldly inked into your skin, you knew you needed to talk to him about this.

What you weren’t exactly hoping for was Jaehyun tagging along with you both for lunch. Sitting in Johnny’s favourite burger joint, you wondered how to broach the subject without turning it too personal. Hand clamping your lower arm where you had worn another long-sleeved blouse to cover it, you chewed on your bottom lip nervously.

“You know that burger is going to get cold, and you’re sitting with two guys today, Y/N,” Johnny announced, having been deep in conversation with Jaehyun for some time. They seemed to get along as if they had known each other for years, not days.

Jaehyun chuckled. “We won’t hesitate if you’re not hungry.”

“Watch it, Jae. She has a big appetite. Don’t let her appearance convince you otherwise. She threw me under the table during an all you can eat chicken wings contest.”

“Really?” Jaehyun’s eyes widened, and his dimples deepened.

You rolled your eyes and picked up your burger, taking a big bite out of it and gave both of them a pointed look.

“Duly noted. The burger is off-limits,” Johnny announced with a chuckle. “But when you finish that mouthful of yours, are you planning to tell us what’s on your mind or do I need to play mind-reader?”

You choked on your mouthful, reaching for your soda and dragged a decent amount up the straw to dislodge the food before scowling at Johnny. “Can you not put me in predicaments where I could potentially choke to death?”

“How was I meant to know you’d react like that?” he answered with a lazy grin. “Come on, spit it out. Not your food, that is.”

“I was thinking about soulmates,” you admitted, and both men were paying attention to you now. You cringed inwardly at their avid stares. “And some of the ways they present themselves. I have a friend, you see.”

“Not you?” Johnny teased, and Jaehyun smiled, though his eyes didn’t match the reaction. They seemed to regard you a little too well, and you blinked, looking at Johnny again.

“Her trigger finally showed up. A message on her skin. And then it went away. Another arrived asking her if she was going to reply. But truth is, she doesn’t know how to. I’m trying to figure out how to help her.”

Johnny frowned. “Weird. Mine just appeared out of nowhere, and I haven’t had to do anything about it. I assumed it would be the same for my soulmate.”

“You don’t know who your soulmate is?” Jaehyun asked, and Johnny shook his head. “What appeared on you?”

“A countdown date,” you explained, eying Johnny carefully. “Which changed dates recently.”

“Don’t those just remain dormant until the impending date arrives?” Jaehyun mentioned.

Johnny cleared his throat after staring at you silently and shrugged. “I assume so. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“But that doesn’t answer how my friend should go about hers. She’s tried talking out loud and thinking the response with all her might, but I doubt anything happened.”

Jaehyun tried to hide a smile by pulling the straw of his milkshake into his mouth.

“That is weird. I’ve never heard of it before. Since when were soulmates so much work?” Johnny commented, and you groaned, slumping into your seat.

“Why not try writing a message back?” You both stared at Jaehyun, who was now focused only on you. “You know, on your skin.”

“I doubt drawing on her skin is going to help,” Johnny refuted, shaking his head.

“What has she got to lose?” Jaehyun challenged, his warm gaze penetrating yours. He quirked his eyebrow slightly and then turned back to his meal.

“I’ll uh, suggest it to her. As you said, what has she got to lose, right?”

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” you proposed, holding a pen in your dominant hand and angling it to your opposite wrist. Lowering it, you groaned. “I haven’t drawn on my skin since I was a kid.”

And you certainly hadn’t received any messages back from a soulmate, either.

Glancing at the words fading on your forearm, you frowned. So far, you knew only two things. The messages didn’t last long, and all other attempts to reply hadn’t worked.

What has she got to lose?

You thought back to Jaehyun’s sentence at lunch and contemplated his expression. You wondered how he had come up with the concept of writing back and pouted when you realised you should have asked him if he had much experience with his soulmate yet or not.

You were stalling by being up in your head, and so you posed the pen against your skin, trying to be as neat as you could be as you wrote. The last thing you wanted if this actually worked was for your soulmate to think poorly of your handwriting.

I’m saying something back now.

You looked at the sentence and groaned. “Why did I write that?! It’s so lame!”

Reaching for the damp paper towel at your side, you went to wipe it off your skin, but the words faded on their own into you. Or off you. Either way, one minute your message was there, and the next, it was gone.

As was the one your soulmate had left.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” you breathed out, staring at your skin until it prickled and tingled. Blinking, you then gasped.

There you go. Hey there.

“It worked!” you squealed, feeling as if you had unlocked one of life’s greatest secrets. And then you sat there pondering what to say back, reverting to your juvenile years where you wrote love letters to your unknown soulmate at the time. You giggled heartily before clearing your throat and recomposed yourself.

“Let’s write something better this time, Y/N,” you instructed and put the pen to your skin.

Over the next hour, you had figured there were limits to what you could tell your soulmate about yourself. You had asked them who they were, and when they evaded answering outright, you had inked your name into your skin, watching as the words didn’t fade off. Instead, they remained unsent on you. Personal details that would make you easy to find were unable to penetrate through the weird connection, and so you spent your time learning about the person in more creative ways.

You had discovered they were male, however, and this helped somehow solidify an image in your head of him. You couldn’t quite give him a face, but he had admitted to having brown eyes.

The colour you loved most on men.

He was already winning in your books.

After chatting past midnight, you yawned, rolling over in the bed you had brought yourself to and settled under your blankets. You smiled when another message appeared.

I’m beat. Sweet dreams, soulmate.

“I’m getting a goodnight message,” you said softly, a genuine smile splitting your lips. You didn’t realise just how much you had longed for this type of connection until now. Picking up your pen, you tried to rein in some of your euphoria.

I’d say I hope you dream of me, but we don’t have that kind of connection.

A reply came a moment later. You never know. I might be able to conjure you into my head.

Will we chat tomorrow? you replied after giggling at his presumptuous answer. You waited with bated breath, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time you heard from him. When you finally saw his reply, your heart swelled.

You can rely on me to talk to you every single day from here out.

“Someone’s had a great weekend,” Johnny announced as he and Jaehyun looked up from the desk as you breezed into your office.

You shrugged, but your grin couldn’t be erased from your face. “Why am I not surprised to find you in here? Jaehyun, I understand since this is our office, but Johnny, why aren’t you at your desk? Should we rearrange in here so you can drag your stuff in here too? Since you’re always here.”

“Woah. And here I thought you loved it when I spent all my free time with you.”

“You’re distracting my rookie writer from starting his morning off right.”

Jaehyun pursed his lips together bemusedly.

“We should harness all the positive energy for Jaehyun’s success,” Johnny proclaimed, nodding overdramatically before swinging around to your side and pecking you on the cheek as he often did.

However, you felt weird about it, your thoughts throwing to three different people. Jaehyun. Johnny. And your soulmate. Who should you be concerned over first? You didn’t know why and so you stood there sort of dazed by the normally easy gesture.

Johnny frowned and then waved you both off, disappearing out of the office and shutting the door behind him.

Jaehyun was quietly working on something on his computer as you powered yours on. He didn’t lift his eyes away from the device when he spoke. “Good weekend, Y/N?”

“Yeah. How about you? Get up to much?”

“Not a great deal. Spent most of my time at home.”

“Me too. I was meant to go out with my friends, but I blew them off because I—uh, had some chores I couldn’t keep putting off anymore.”

Jaehyun’s gaze finally lifted to yours, his expression filling with silent laughter. “Chores are more important than friends?”

Not really, you thought, but you had declined going to brunch with Dee and Gabbie so you could spend more time talking with your soulmate.

Which you had practically done nonstop all weekend.

“I assure you that the state of this desk is also the state of my home if I don’t mindfully keep it all in check,” you truthfully expressed, and Jaehyun snorted.

“I had no doubts about that.”

“Hey!” you whined, feeling soothed by his deep chuckle in response.

Jaehyun’s stare fell back to his screen. “Did your friend try replying to her soulmate, by the way?”

“She did. Thank you for your help.”

“No problem. Hope it works out for them.”

“I’m certain it will. She told me that sparks were flying,” you replied, trying to not unleash a giddy smile along with your statement. You didn’t need to let Jaehyun figure out you were, in fact, the friend in question.

“Sparks, huh? He’s a lucky guy then.”

“Do you know your soulmate, Jaehyun?” you wondered casually, and he stopped typing, his gaze not quite meeting yours. You were certain you saw a blush crawl up his neck, and you suppressed a giggle. “You do, huh? I’m happy for you.”

“What about you, Y/N? Have you met yours yet?”

“I’m not sure. Something tells me I have, but it’s very early days. Maybe I’ll get to know him in person soon.”

Jaehyun didn’t answer, not that you needed him to. Settling into your work for the week, you were buzzing with elation.

You finally weren’t on the outside anymore.

Hey you.

The words made you gasp. Not because you weren’t excited to see the familiar greeting, but it was more about the position of it. Never had a message ended up off your forearm where you had equally sent them back. You hadn’t been naïve to think that was the only spot they could appear, but you hadn’t tested the theory yet either, expecting to only see your soulmate’s personal messages in the same spot every time.

So, when you went to the bathroom just before lunch mid-week and pulled away from drying your hands on the paper towel, you noticed the inked message on the palm of your left hand.

“Oh, you didn’t,” you breathed out, trying to not panic. You had just agreed to lunch out with Johnny and Jaehyun again, and whilst they were people you trusted easily, you didn’t need their perceptive stares discovering the message on your hand.

Then they would know you were the friend you had asked for advice last week.

You thought to reply quickly so it would disappear, but you didn’t have a pen in your purse, causing you to groan loudly. But you did have a band-aid. Thanking the fates above for some saving grace, you peeled the seal off, hiding the message under the band-aid.

Your chest loosened from your panic, and you fingered your palm with a small knowing smile before collecting your belongings and joining the men on the way out of the building. It wasn’t until you were seated and eating a donburi bowl that anyone noticed your cover-up.

Johnny reached out for your hand and flipped it over. “When did you hurt yourself?”

“Oh. Just before.”

“On what?”

“The edge of the paper towel dispenser in the bathroom,” you lied evenly, pulling your hand back. “Thankfully, it’s just a scratch. But I covered it just in case. You can never be too careful out in public.”

Johnny seemed satisfied with your answer, but when you looked up again, Jaehyun was staring at you, his expression smug. He didn’t back down when your eyes caught his, a quirk to his eyebrow happening again, much as it had last Friday.

He was challenging you, but you couldn’t figure out why. Dropping your focus back to your meal, you tried to ignore his attention. Jaehyun was soon staring at your hand, and you wondered if he had guessed you were the friend who received messages on her body after all.

In that moment, you could tell that Jaehyun knew it was you. He had watched you long enough for you to understand there was no other answer for his stare.

Looking at Johnny, who was talking about some new trend celebrities were doing, you relaxed knowing that he was still in the dark. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want him to know yet.

But Jaehyun knowing kind of excited you.

As soon as you were back in the office, you took a deep breath. “Jaehyun?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t help but feel like you are more observant than I give you credit for.”

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. Not enough to deepen those dimples of his, but you noticed it because you were just as perceptive as he seemed to be. That, and he didn’t try to hide it either. “I won’t bring it up if you don’t want to talk about it.”

Peeling back the band-aid, you held up your palm, showing the message residing there. “I uh, need to thank you for helping me out.”

His eyes washed over the message on your hand, and you tried to figure what emotion resided in his expression. It took you a moment to realise the answer was pride. He was satisfied he had been right about you being the friend in the beginning.

“I covered it because Johnny would see it. I mean, he was onto the band-aid quick enough.”

“You don’t want Johnny knowing you are talking with your soulmate?” Jaehyun asked, his brows furrowing. “How come? Isn’t he your friend?”

“I’m twenty-nine, Jaehyun. Everyone has known about their soulmates longer than I can keep track of. I’m the only one in my group of friends who hasn’t met their soulmate.”

“That you know of,” he countered, and you shrugged.

“Maybe I’ve crossed paths with him. It’s plausible. Which is why I definitely need to be careful around Johnny in case it’s him.”

Jaehyun was dead silent.

“You see, Johnny and I’ve been flirting with one another almost as long as he’s worked here. I hired him and shared this office with him for a month, just like I’m doing with you. But he didn’t have a soulmate at the beginning, and I sure as hell didn’t think I even had one. So, we passed the time just being a little too friendly. Nothing happened outside of flirty banter. But I wanted it to. I actually don’t know why I’m explaining all this to you,” you stumbled to the fork in your thought process, cringing at how much of an oversharer you were.

Jaehyun didn’t respond still, and you watched him carefully. “Should I shut up?”

“I’m intrigued. Why do you think Johnny is your soulmate?”

“I was going to confess my crush to him three months ago. Properly. But then he came in all excited and lifted his leg onto my chair to expose a random date tattooed there. Obviously, he had come across his soulmate and triggered the countdown date for their special meeting. I never thought it was me until recently. The day you started here, he greeted me in the way my soulmate’s first message had appeared. It startled me. And then he told me the date on his ankle changed to my birthday. It’s too convenient, don’t you think?”

“That’s your evidence?” Jaehyun asked, his tone brisk. You blinked several times, and then he closed his eyes and smoothed out his features. “So why not tell him what you think?”

“Well, I was going to write something on my arm when working and check first.”

“What will you do when you don’t see it there?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. Part of me hopes it’s not him these days. When I’m talking to my soulmate, he feels really different from Johnny.”

“Probably is.”

“I’ve unloaded a lot on you just now, and we’re supposed to be working. For some reason, I feel like you know me more than we’ve actually spoken in person. It’s the feeling I get. So, I blabbered on about my honest feelings. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. You just sound confused and want clarity.”

“I guess. But I’ve waited twenty-nine years for my soulmate to arrive,” you stated, more for yourself than to agree with him. You smiled. “I’ll be patient for our actual meeting as long as it takes.”

You didn’t hear from your soulmate for a day, but when he finally replied to you, it was back in the usual spot. You didn’t think too much of it as you eagerly chatted with him all night long. You were on cloud nine from talking about your childhood experiences and sharing fond memories that you rolled onto your stomach and quickly wrote onto your skin without stopping to think about it.

Do you think we’ve ever crossed paths without knowing it?

It wasn’t long until you received a message. What if we know each other already?

Could you? Jaehyun had said that to you too, and whilst you had loosely agreed, you put more weight into it now. Could you know your soulmate in person already? Surely not. Both your friends had a moment in time where they first met their soulmates, and it truly changed their worlds. Then again, their connections kind of called for that. You wanted to believe you would know the man you were falling for if he was standing in front of you.

But you were also only being fuelled on by words. And whilst they spoke volumes in your heart and mind, they didn’t speak out loud.

If we did, would you know it was me at first sight?

Yeah.

You sighed. Then we haven’t met yet. Because I haven’t had that moment myself.

Maybe you have, but it confused you.

Sitting up at his reply, your eyes widened. Was your soulmate insinuating he knew you in real life?! You didn’t know how to take that news, anxiety filling you up. If you already knew him, you wanted to know right now. So you could stop talking through your skin and use your mouth instead.

Your mind flooded with delicious fantasies that made you clamp your legs together.

Would you show me that I know you?

I thought I had already.

“Holy shit. My soulmate knows me.”

Reaching over for your phone, you rang Dee, the woman answering blearily on the fourth ring. “Y/N, you do know what—”

“I have a soulmate.”

Dee was alert immediately. “I’m going to swing by and get Gabbie, and then we’ll be at your place in fifteen.”

You were an excitable bundle of nerves when you opened your door to your best friends, both still in their pyjamas and launching themselves into your ready embrace. You laughed so happily that tears welled in your eyes before they dragged you over to the couch, where you explained everything that had happened.

“Aside from the fact that I’m upset you didn’t tell us right away, this is big news, Y/N!” Gabbie proclaimed, reaching out to shake your hand elatedly.

Dee agreed. “I told you that someone was out there waiting for you.”

“I think he knows me,” you confessed shyly, and both women gasped. “We’ve been having a confusing chat about crossing paths in life, and he’s alluded to it having happened. But I can’t think of who he is.”

“Johnny?” Gabbie offered, and Dee shook her head.

“Why would he have a date on his ankle, and Y/N doesn’t have one too? Your soul connection has to be the same.”

You groaned, realising how stupid you had been thinking it was him even for a second.

“What about that new guy at work. Jaehyun, is that his name?”

“He’s twenty-four.”

“So, your soul isn’t going to care how old he is. You know my old next-door neighbour had a fifteen-year age gap. Six years is nothing, sister.”

You replayed each moment with Jaehyun, trying to gauge if it was truly him. You slowly leaned towards the possibility of it being him. Dee grinned. “It could be, right?”

“It could, yes.”

“We should test it.”

“How? I’ve tried asking point-blank, but the connection won’t allow for it that way.”

“Didn’t you say before that he changed where he wrote a message to you?” Gabbie asked, and you nodded.

“It was on my hand. Right before I went to lunch with— oh my god. He had stared at my hand, and I thought it was because he figured I was the friend asking for advice. Not that it could have been for him to see it in person!”

“Two things,” Dee started, raising her fingers. “You need proof. Try and get him to write in front of you so you can check his handwriting. You share an office, so that shouldn’t be too hard to achieve.”

“Good idea,” Gabbie replied with a nod, and you smiled.

“What’s the second thing?”

Dee smirked. “If you can write anywhere on your body, why not play with that?”

“Dee!” you screamed whilst Gabbie broke out into hysterics.

“I’ve trained her well. And now, we’ll train you too. It’s time to amp things up, don’t you think, Y/N?”

You went to work the following morning early, grateful that Jaehyun hadn’t arrived first. Diving onto his side of the desk, you started to dig through the various piles of papers there, searching for anything with his handwriting. It was mostly just printouts of sports stats that made little sense to you, and articles about the people he was researching. You knew he carried around a little notebook that he jotted things down in, and noticing it wasn’t on his desk, you assumed he took it home with him.

Resigned, you looked at his stuff and attempted to tidy up the piles you had just sifted through.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?”

You yelped in fright, dropping the pile closest to the floor, papers scattering everywhere. “You gave me a fright.”

“Sorry,” he replied with a wry smile, walking over to your side and bending down to help you collect up the mess. “Though I’m confused at why you were looking through all this.”

“I’ve lost a printout on upcoming summer predictions I had shared with Taeil the other day and decided it wouldn’t be a far cry for it to end up over here, considering how I don’t know how to keep contained to my side.”

It was completely passable since it had happened three times already. Jaehyun’s cautious expression softened, and he let out a laugh as he stood back up. “Of course, you have. Want me to help you find it?”

“Don’t you have your meeting with the sportswriters at nine?” Glancing up at the clock, you smiled with relief. “You have five minutes to get ready.”

“Shoot.” He swung the bag off his back and placed it down in his chair.

That brown notebook appeared right in front of you. Inching towards it, Jaehyun scooped it up before you could reach it, turning for the exit, but you were far too close for him to not bang into you.

The room grew thick with heat.

“You okay?” he asked in a huskier tone, your eyes falling to his covered forearm. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I have to go.”

“Right. Of course. Sports meeting.” Stepping back, you cleared your throat and laughed awkwardly. “Off you go. I’ll see you later.”

“Johnny’s not in the office today, is he?” Jaehyun mentioned at the door, and you stopped moving around the desk to look up at him. He smiled softly. “Lunch?”

“Lunch,” you confirmed, enjoying the dimples appearing with how broad his smile was in response.

You were ninety percent certain Jaehyun was your soulmate now.

Twenty minutes after he left, you felt the usual tingle on your skin before words appeared on your arm. Sliding up your sleeve, you grinned at the message.

Are you onto something?

“He’s too clever for his own good,” you murmured, picking up your pen.

Maybe.

You didn’t write it on the usual spot, opting to go for the palm of your hand as he had the other week. It wasn’t even a minute before you got a response in the same place.

You’re getting bolder.

Really? Maybe I’ll have to reply somewhere better next time.

You had to suck in a steadying breath when he responded with, I dare you to.

“We shouldn’t play with fire, but I guess this is one challenge I’m open to trying,” you spoke out into the universe, already know where you planned to leave a message next.

Slipping to the hem of your blouse, you twisted in your seat after lifting it aside and drew a small heart on your torso. Waiting for your response, you realised he might be too busy in his meeting to discover what you had imprinted into his skin, turning back to your work with renewed anticipation for when he could finally reply.

Forty minutes later, Jaehyun stepped into your office, your eyes not going to meet the heavy stare you knew he was giving you. Instead, you smirked when you found his shirt was now untucked when before it tucked into his slacks.

Bingo.

“About lunch,” he started, and you watched as he walked over to the desk. “I need a rain check. Brandon wants me to come with him to interview our baseball team.”

“No worries. I can do lunch by myself.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Sure. You know where to find me,” you offered, finally lifting your gaze to his avid stare.

He held you captive as soon as he caught you, and you felt yourself sinking into his warm brown eyes. You didn’t want to stop falling into him, especially now with reason to. Jaehyun was your soulmate. The day he had crashed through that conference door, you should have known. But you were too wound up within your thoughts that you couldn’t possibly have a soulmate to see the proof had been in front of you all this time.

Jaehyun finally drew back from your gaze, swinging around to his side of the desk and pocketing his pen. Without any explanation, he departed back out the door, and you soon felt the tingle in a place you hadn’t expected him to go. You laughed when you unbuttoned your blouse just enough to look at the mound of flesh on your chest.

Two can play this game.

You didn’t know why you didn’t rush to say it out loud. You both knew the other had figured it out, and yet over the next two days, you continued to write all over your body, the conversation turning far more suggestive than it had ever been. When you woke up and searched your body on Friday morning, you laughed when you found his handwriting on your upper thigh.

Bet you can’t wait until my mouth greets you here instead of my pen.

It was the closest either of you had gotten to the sweet spot, and you decided that whilst you were having too much enjoyment writing your inner thoughts and desires in places for Jaehyun to find them, that he was right.

You wanted his mouth to finally find yours.

You decided to put on a summer dress for the first time since Jaehyun has started working at the magazine. It was a magenta-coloured midi dress that had spaghetti straps, and unless you chucked a light denim jacket over top, there would be no way to hide any messages he sent you now.

You were done with keeping his words hidden in places upon your skin.

Walking into the office, you smiled when Johnny eyed you eagerly. “Wow. What is this?”

“It’s called a dress.”

“Is it work-appropriate?” he wondered, and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course. Everything is covered that needs to be.”

“Huh. Lately, you’ve shown so little skin that I feel like my mind has imploded.”

Before you could refute his cheeky statement, his hand reached for your forearm. You hadn’t even felt the tingle, but your face broke out into a grin. “What’s this? It says, ‘will it be good?’. Did you get a drunken tattoo last night, Y/N?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s my soulmate talking to me.”

“You’re the friend?! No way.”

“Way.”

“I’m jealous. Who’s the lucky guy? Does he know yet?”

You opened the door to your office, and Jaehyun swung around to see you, his mouth falling ajar. You grinned back at Johnny. “Oh yeah. He knows.”

“Wait. I feel like I should know what that means, but… Jaehyun. Do you know that Y/N’s got a soulmate?”

He got up and approached you, nodding his head though his eyes didn’t stray far. “Hey Johnny, Jade was talking about going over your latest article when you arrived today. Thought you might want to make yourself scarce.”

“Thank you for the warning, bro! I owe you.”

The door shut behind Johnny’s escape, and you smirked. “You didn’t answer him properly.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Because if he wants to know, he should look a little closer.”

“I didn’t know at first,” you pointed out, slipping your hands onto the front of his navy shirt and sliding them up until your palms rested on his chest. “It took me a little while to look close enough.”

“You were convinced it was another guy.”

“Only for about two seconds,” you countered, and Jaehyun chuckled.

“Your real soulmate would have been pretty crushed by that.”

“I’ll make it up to him,” you announced, and Jaehyun’s eyebrows rose.

“How?”

Stretching up, you pressed your lips into his. The kiss didn’t knock you off your feet or suddenly complete you in a way you hadn’t been before you reached up for his lips like you assumed it would. But it was oh so good. Jaehyun tasted like winter mint and smelled of musk and suede, tantalising all your senses. And when his tongue licked along the seam of your mouth and parted it, you knew that you had been forgiven for confusing anyone but Jaehyun as your soulmate.

Panting when you finally pulled back, you slowly grinned. “So, you like writing on me, huh?”

“I am a trained writer, so it makes sense, doesn’t it?” he fired back, and you laughed heartily.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t listen to Johnny’s advice on who to hire that day. He told me not to have any time for someone who was late.”

“I guess I made a lasting impression then.”

“Oh, that you have.”

Jaehyun grinned for a moment and then reached into his pocket. He wrote something onto his hand, holding it up as the word Mine transferred from his palm to yours.

Taking the pen from him, you returned with the word Yours.

“Should we put the pen writing on hold for a bit?” he wondered as he marvelled at your handwriting on his skin.

You shrugged, reaching up for the nape of his neck, and brought his mouth back to yours. “It comes in handy when we’re not together.”

“Bold of you to assume that now that we’re doing this,” Jaehyun gestured to your mouth and his. “That I’m going to let you out of my sight for long.”

“Is that right?”

“You betcha.”

“Well, I guess since I finally found my soulmate, I ought to make sure he doesn’t ever go anywhere.”

“Believe me,” Jaehyun replied, his mouth hovering over yours. “I have no place I’d rather be than with you.”

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